The Curse of Zenebia
by: Zedd

 

It all started the day I went shopping in that little market at the end of the street where my hotel was. I was a tourist visiting Sweden, and I wanted all the little souvenirs I could carry home with me. I was crazy about buying the little things.

My name is Adam. I’m an American through and through, but love to visit older countries. Sweden was very interesting to me so had to visit it. I’d heard about all the sex, and since I don’t get my fair share, I thought I’d come over to see the sights, as it were. I don’t really stand out that much, until I open my mouth that is, then the people ask me all sorts of questions. Physically, I’m built pretty average, standing right at 5’10" and weighing 155 pounds. I guess I’m pretty thin, huh? My older brother was 6’2" and weighed around 220. I don’t know why I was the runt! Since I had won the lottery a few years back, I guess life’s been making up for it though.

Anyway, about that little shop. I discovered, through a taxi driver, a little shop that specialized in tiny boxes that were believed to have enchantments in them. Curses, voodoo, witchcraft. Spells and stuff! I thought it was a load of wash, of course, but decided to visit the place anyway. I was sure to find some really neat items there.

I entered the place only to realize that maybe I’d made a mistake. There were thousands of tiny boxes sitting everywhere around me! On shelves, in corners, on top of each other, everywhere! I couldn’t make out the floor, except for a small path that led to a counter where I saw a beautiful girl! I immediately decided that I hadn’t made a mistake after all and went up to her.

"Hi beautiful. I hope you got what I need." I suavely stated, casually leaning on the counter. "Cause I’m here just for you. When I first saw you, I said to myself, there’s a girl to make me happy for the few days I’ve got left here. So how about it, gorgeous?" I was hoping my obvious intent and American accent would charm her into my arms.

At first, her expression was hopeful I’d buy something. But as I continued, it slowly changed to disgust. I guess I blew it with this beauty. Then her expression changed again into something like, oh, I don’t know, criminal intent?

"I think I have a real surprise for you, hug, big boy." She smiled a smile that reminded me of the cat that swallowed the canary.

"I’ll buy whatever you give me, baby." If she made a sale, maybe she’d go out with me. I didn’t care about money if that wasn’t obvious yet. I had millions with no sure way to spend it all.

"Then I will pick out something very precious for you." She said, emphasizing with her pointed red, nailed finger. "You stay here now. I’ll be back."

"I won’t go anywhere." Where was I gonna go? There was entirely too much junk in here as it was! She cam back seconds later carrying in both hands a small box made from wood. It was very pretty and colorful, covered with the designs of swimming mermaids and flowers, sunbeams and melons. I looked at the thing and thought; ‘This is the ugliest box I’d ever seen!’ I summoned up a smile and remembering my promise to buy whatever she’d brought me, paid for it. Once done, I smiled at her again, taking in her expressive violet eyes.

"Would you meet me for dinner somewhere, then maybe a bottle of wine afterwards?" I smiled all the more, flashing my own green eyes. I’m told they’re my best feature. Probably my only feature worth mentioning.

"I’m sorry. I don’t date customers." She politely said. I looked at the box I just bought, then offered to sell it back to her for the date. She just laughed. I was being shot down again I realized, and headed out into the sun. I would stroll along the sidewalks on my way back. Maybe I’d find a brothel or something.

"Before you go." She called after me. I waited at the door, thinking she had a change of heart. She continued talking, unmindful of my disappointment. "I feel I should at least tell you about the box, despite the way you came onto me." I was about to object but she cut me off, continuing. "I get hit on a lot by men, but your approach was very insulting to me. When you said you’d buy anything I put in front of you, I’m afraid I let my anger get the best of me. I gave you a box with a curse inside! Please don’t open it!" She suddenly begged me.

"What do you mean a curse?! I don’t believe in such things!" I declared. "You may frighten some of the locals around here with your so called boxes of enchantments, but I’m an American! We don’t’ frighten so easily." With that, I walked out, not caring what she had to say afterwards.

I got back to the hotel ver tired. I put the box inside my partially packed suitcase and prepared for dinner. I soon forgot about the little wooden cube, and in a few days was wining home. The states hadn’t changed on me, a great disappointment, and soon I was being taxied to my posh home outside the city. I had bought two hundred acres when I first came into my money, and soon built a luxury home right in the middle of it. I paid the taxi driver and gratefully went inside. I was looking forward to a little TV with a beer and a bucket of chicken.

Even though I was filthy rich, and traveled around the globe whenever I felt like it, I still liked my own little vices. I call them my own little blue-collar tastes.

Several days passed with no excitement. I finally remembered while I was talking on the phone to a friend that I had forgotten to unpack my suitcase. I was telling her about the shack with all the boxes inside when I realized I had bought one! My friend was excited to hear it and wanted to come over right away to see it! I declined, but did invite her for next week sometime. I told her I’d talk to her later and excused myself.

I went to my bedroom where I found the suitcase sitting on the floor exactly where I had dropped it when I came home. The laziness of it made me smile, remembering often when my Mom would threaten us with severe pain unless we cleaned our room. I never cleaned it well, and she never came through with her threats.

I opened the suitcase and rooted around until I found the wooden box. I picked it up and went over to my bed while I studied the detail that went into it, marveling at the effort, if not the taste. The thing was only about 4" in size. I thought there might be something inside for I could detect the faint line where the lid sat. I had to look closely though. I remembered the girl saying that there was a curse inside. There didn’t seem to be any way for me to open it, however. Heedless of the warnings the beautiful shop girl said, I spent the next hour in trying to open it, with a final exhausted success. Inside, I found a small bundle of white material! I could tell right away how shiny it was, thinking it might be silk or satin, and picked it up!

As soon as my fingers touched it, I felt a tremendous shock go through me, throwing me back a few feet! There was a sound like laughter coming from somewhere, and a booming vibration that traveled through my entire body! The whole thing lasted for only a second but left me breathing hard and clinging to the edge of the bed! When nothing else happened, I slowly got my senses back and realized how foolish I just acted! There must have been a perfectly logical reason for what just happened, even if I could determine what it was or not!

I quickly stood, cursing my fear, and picked up the box that had fallen onto the bed. Inside, there was still the cloth, so I picked it out. Unfolding it, I quickly found it to be a bra. A BRA! I looked around, I guess trying to find an explanation for the dramatics I experienced, but could not find any reason for them. What in the world was a bra doing inside the box? I expected some strange powder, or fake jewels, or something! Not a bra!

Obviously, the girl sold me just what I thought I was going to buy. A fake. I didn’t expect anything else, really. I examined the undergarment, and realized it to be older than I at first thought. It was a white satin brassier, maybe 1970’s, trimmed with tiny rows of lace around the edge of the smooth satin cups. There were five eyehooks, which was quite a lot I thought, since the cups looked very small. I was under the impression the smaller the breasts, the fewer the eyehooks. I was not at all mistaking the item to be something valuable though. I knew I’d been had, but I let myself be had, too.

I dropped the bra on my bed and began to strip for a shower. I was thinking about ordering a pizza tonight as I walked into the bathroom and turned on the water to fill the tub. I walked back out, thinking I was forgetting something, when I suddenly had the craving for a beer. Putting on my robe, although living alone I usually wear nothing about, I went to the kitchen and picked myself out two beers. I could keep one cold in the bathroom sink filled with cold water while I drank the first.

I turned off the water and was surprised to find the tub filled with hot water and lots of bubbles! Did I do that? When did I do that? I didn’t remember! I tried to recall putting the bubbles in, but couldn’t.

Hanging my robe on the back of the door, I settled into the water with my beer. "Ahhhh." I thought; ‘This is what I really needed.’ Taking a swig, I contentedly burped, enjoying my life at the moment. I lay back and relaxed.

I opened my eyes and realized I must have dozed a little. The empty beer bottle was in the bottom of the tepid water, and most of the bubbles had evaporated. I was wrinkled pretty well, but was totally relaxed. Getting out, I grabbed a fluffy towel and dried myself, noticing the other beer in the sink was also empty. I could only raise one eyebrow, Spock-like in mild confusion.

It was mid afternoon, but I didn’t really feel like getting dressed. I was feeling restless, and wanted something to happen. I thought about calling a few friends over, maybe even getting an impromptu party going. The idea of a game of darts sounded good! I did pick up the phone and ordered that pizza I was thinking of earlier. I told the guy I wanted it delivered around four o’clock. That would give me an hour to figure out what I wanted to do tonight.

Standing naked next to my bed, I again saw the bra lying in a satin pile, and picked it up. I felt the material with my fingers, realizing that maybe what I really wanted tonight was some company of a sexual nature! A little one on one would be just perfect for me.

Bringing the bra next to my cheek, I absently rubbed it around, thinking about a number of different girls I could call, each of them having different points of interest. I thought about them, thinking how each would react to the suggestion of having sex with another girl and me at the same time! I thought about that girl back in Sweden, the little shop girl, and wondered what having sex with her would have been like. Then I remembered what she had said about the box. Don’t open it!

Obviously, the curse was right here in my hands, since that’s what was inside! I looked at the bra again, trying to fathom some supernatural menace about it, then snickered. If I believed something like that, then I might as well go around dressed as a woman!

I laughed, but the image of me dressed as a woman came into my mind just then! It was so strong and vivid, that I stopped laughing and actually thought about it! Well, I told myself, I did have a bra right here in my hands. What would be the harm?

Standing in front of a wall mirror, I held the thing in front of me and tried to imagine what I was going to look like with it on. Not bad, I thought. I might as well put it on and see what one of these things really feels like to the opposite sex. I slipped my arms through the straps then attempted to hook the catches in back. My arms were bent behind me uncomfortably, and I wasn’t used to putting something like this on, but after a few moments of grunting and twisting, I managed to hook all five. I adjusted the straps until the thing sat on me comfortably, and looked into the mirror. I looked ridiculous! I turned this was and that but could not dispel the real image of a man standing naked wearing a woman’s brassier!

"I wondered what Lisa would look like with this one." Hmmm. I knew Lisa to wear a 36 C cup, and this was too small for her. I instantly imagined Lisa’s soft bosom straining the cups and bulging out over them! "Oh yeah, maybe I’ll give this to Lisa as a present!" I reached behind me to unfasten it, when suddenly I heard a hideous, evil whisper fill my head!

"The curse of Zenebia!"

I whirled, immediately thinking someone was in my room, but saw no one! Then I heard it again, more plainly.

"The curse of Zenebia!" "What? What curse?" I asked, looking around frantically. Even though I had clearly heard the whisper the second time, I somehow knew no one was in my room. I didn’t know how I knew, I just did.

"Zenebia. When you think of sex. You shall become sex!"

I strained even more as I heard the words repeated again. "The curse of Zenebia." This time though it was barely audible to me and I got the strongest impression that I wouldn’t hear it again. Whatever it was had faded out! Creepy!

I wondered what the curse of Zenebia was? Could there actually be something to this enchantment thing? Well, I had no way of finding out here so once again reached behind me to unfasten the brassier.

"The curse of Zenebia!"

I suddenly had this sensation going through my body like someone was attempting to twist my spine! It wasn’t painful, just very strange! I couldn’t help myself as I actually twisted around to face the mirror! I was going through bodily convulsions, moving my legs and arms about, shaking my torso and pumping my hips! My stomach was rippling, something that made me want to look away! It wasn’t but a moment that I realized that what my body was actually doing was dancing! I was dancing! I couldn’t control myself as if someone had strings attached to me, forcing me to go through the different moves I saw myself doing!

"The curse of Zenebia!" Then I began to change!

My hips suddenly widened, the bones popping into new positions! My waistline was rising on my body and being drawn in, shrinking, growing smaller! At the same time the cups of the bra started to bulge outward! I wanted to stop what I was doing, to yell, but couldn’t! I had no more power over myself! I couldn’t help but watch as my whole body slimmed, my hips rounding and my thighs growing fuller. My butt also started to enlarge, each cheek swelling rounder and fuller! My face was also changing! I could do nothing but watch as my eyes grew larger and more beautiful, beginning to look like they belonged to some dark exotic woman, and not me! My whole face changed right in front of me, becoming softer and smoother, my lips becoming plump and sensuous! I gasped as my chest continued to grow, the bra also growing to keep up with the soft round breasts I knew were there! My hair lengthened magically, becoming long and full, cascading down around my naked body in soft, brown waves to fall in tickling touches at my full ass! Just when I thought I’d scream in growing terror, it stopped!

I stood in front of the mirror and gasped with fright! I was no longer to be seen in my mirror, but instead a beautiful woman was reflected! She was dark and lovely, possessing huge, rosy-tipped breasts that swayed and jiggled with every movement. Her waist was very small and taunt, with a gentle roundness that was extremely sexy, and flowed dramatically into a wide set of hips that didn’t seem to be able to stop moving! They were forever shifting sexily, swinging slowly back and forth almost like a pendulum! The legs were very curvy and long, ending in tiny feet that stood next to each other. My hands were settled on my raised waist, making the woman, or me, look like she was waiting for something. The brown curls acted like a halo around my exotic face, flowing behind me in full waves. I frowned at my reflection, wondering if I had power over my body again. The woman in the mirror also frowned, although she put so much more sex into it. Almost pouting with need!

How did this happen? Why did this happen, and why to me? I still couldn’t move a muscle, except for breathing and blinking, and moving my eyes around. The woman reflecting back at me was one hell of a looker that much was certain. If I can somehow get control of my body back, maybe there’s something else in the box that can help me. Unbidden, words reverberated inside my head, whispering their message again and again! I could barely understand what was going on!

"Zenebia! When you think of sex, you shall become sex!"

Suddenly I heard the doorbell ring! I thought it could only be the pizza guy with my dinner, when I began to feel very strange! Oh, I didn’t like this one bit.

"The curse of Zenebia!"

In the mirror, I saw my feet instantly encased in hot pink 5" heels! I felt the difference as my back arched, thrusting out those huge breasts, and my ass jut out behind me to compensate! I still couldn’t move, only watch as from the heels came nude nylons sliding up my legs! They looked like they were growing out of the shoes! They slid up my legs and thighs, caressing every portion, where they slowly materialized into the tops of stockings. Then straps appeared on top of these to slowly travel, snake-like, to my waist where they merged and created a pale pink garter belt. I saw this to be edged in lace with a little pink bow in front. The brassier didn’t do anything that I could see, but I felt my nipples start to become aroused and hard, even though sex was the farthest thing from my mind at the moment!

I watched again as I felt tickles all around my body, only to see a dress materialize around me! It was a very sexy, pink sheath dress that molded itself to my body showing every curve I now had. It was a snug fit all over, designed to show off the charms of a woman, but only made me feel like I was being dressed for an orgy! The hem came about two or three inches below the tops of the stockings, and was extremely tight, which would cause me to walk in tiny steps! That, combined with those 5" heels meant that I was going to be taking tiny steps when I walked. The next thing I noticed was my face and how I suddenly came to be wearing make-up! My eyes were dramatically done in shades of pink and purple, heavy in liner and mascara, making me look like a slut! My lips were covered in a wet pink that caused me to squirm, knowing where I’d seen lips like those before! In the back of some men’s magazines, there are phone sex ads that show lusciously painted lips just like those! There was some rouge on my cheeks as well, highlighting my image of being a slut!

My hands were raised by themselves, palms towards me, so that I could see in the mirror, the long pink nails that were growing on each finger!

The whole thing only took a minute, which frightened me more so because the doorbell rang again, and I found myself walking sexily to answer it! I felt my body moving strangely, the hips gyrating like a strippers, the huge breasts bouncing inside their satin prison as if they were trying to bounce free! I tried to concentrate, to not answer the door, because I sensed a need building inside me, and I didn’t like where all this was leading me! With each step, I was horrified to find a passion flaming out of control in my body, and realized that I would be making love to whoever was outside! My nipples became rock hard, poking out obscenely, and I could feel the juncture between my legs grow hot and wet! My ass even tingled in anticipation!

As my right hand reached to open the door, my left fingers were softly grazing the satin covering the upper slope of my left breast! I could feel a smile cover my face as I saw the pizza delivery guy standing there holding a large bag. I could only appreciate from his own standpoint the image he saw. I, on the other hand, knew what he saw, reflected by his sudden slack-jawed look of incredibility. I felt my fingers softly moving onto the upper slopes of my breasts, tickling myself sensuously, and drawing his eyes to them. I even felt every breath I was taking, causing the clothing to tighten around me erotically, making me lose all control.

"I’m so glad you can come." I felt myself purr sexily. Even my voice was sending shivers of desire running rampant along my spine, up into my brain!

"Uh, did you order a pizza, Miss?" He gulped once, obviously trying to remain professional all the way. "I did. I also want something else from you." I growled hungrily. I tried to stop myself from moving, but failed as I saw those pink nailed hands reach for his zipper! Oh, no.

"I don’t know what’s going on Miss, but I don’t think we should be doing this." the guy mouthed through dry lips. He couldn’t help himself really. My body seemed to be moving and acting of its own accord, not paying any attention to either him or me. He had the advantage though, as my brain was inexhaustibly being consumed by a need to be filled and ravaged by a man! I was starting to lose the ability to even think straight! I needed to have sex right now! I felt like I might die if I didn’t get satisfied RIGHT NOW!!

Roughly pulling his pants down, I felt the immense bulge in his boxers driving me crazy with lust, and rubbed my face against its hardness. I yanked his boxers down, licking my lips as I gazed at the most wonderful cock in the world! My fingers wrapped themselves around the base of it while my tongue flicked out, licking the drop of pre-cum that beaded at the tip. I didn’t even look at the guy as my lips kissed the tip of his prick, then slowly stretched around the width, taking him into my mouth! I sucked on the head of his prick for a few moments, until he started to moan, then moved to take more of him into my mouth. I wanted to taste him, to fill my mouth up! I needed his cum!

It wasn’t bad at all, I thought through my lust-soaked brain. I could not think clearly anymore, the passion and need absorbing my own will! I had become a creature of sex, and I needed to get fucked for all I was worth! Right now!

I sucked him for several minutes, moving my lips back and forth on his cock, surprising myself with what I could take. I deep throated him several times, which made him moan the loudest, and my tongue seem too be always moving along the underside of him, eliciting a stronger response! When I sensed he was about to come, I would relax and withdraw, slowing down. After several minutes of this torture, he was ready to ravage me like I wanted!

He stood me up kissing me hard, his tongue probing deeply into my mouth while his hands roughly squeezed my huge breasts! My arms circled his neck, surrendering myself totally to him. His hands left my tits, causing me to moan in disappointment until I felt his hands slide around to cup my generous ass cheeks! He groped my ass, often grinding his huge cock against me in the process, making me gasp and cry out uncontrollably!

I finally asked him to take off my dress, turning around so he could see the catch. His hands were quick and decisive, leaving me standing naked except for heels, stockings, garter belt and bra! He fondled my huge breasts from behind, his cock slipping between my legs to protrude nastily in front of me! I was so wet that I had leaked all over his cock as he continued to slip it back and forth, intentionally rubbing my pussy and driving me wild. I could do nothing but squirm and gasp like a little nympho, my hands raising above me to playfully pull his hair. His fingers then went behind me to unsnap the brassier, freeing my huge tits. My nipples got so hard from the cool air, I brought my own hands down to tweak them! I began massaging those huge tits sitting on my chest, making me all the hornier from their perverse size!

I wiggled my ass, causing the head of his cock to slip wonderfully between the folds of my pussy! Suddenly, he picked me up and carried me to the couch, kissing me roughly the whole time. He threw me down then knelt between my legs to lick and suck my juicy pussy! His tongue drove me wild, causing me to orgasm right there and then! AARRRGGGHH! Oh, Gods!! I needed to be FUCKED!

I grasped his head and pushed him backwards, throwing him on his back! I didn’t let him have a chance as I pounced! I grabbed his cock and aimed it between my legs as I quickly straddled him, forcing his huge tool into my wet pussy! OH, the feelings! I was CUMMMMMMMING!!!!! All ready, I was cumming, my mind exploding with the sheer pleasure! Then, when I could again see, I started grinding my pussy, swirling his big cock inside me, enjoying the feeling of being filled to capacity with his cock! He smiled back as his hands attached themselves to my big hanging breasts and brought them to his mouth where he started sucking! I slowly started riding him, raising up and slamming back down, feeling his cock somehow going deeper than before! Oh, it was exquisite! His hands clamped onto my ass as he started to really fuck me! I threw my head back, my hair tickling my ass, losing myself in the sensations of my body! I felt another orgasm coming, this one bigger than the last! My body started moving faster with his prick, his hands trying to control me, his mouth never losing contact with my engorged nipples! My pussy convulsed around him, trying to suck him deeper inside me! I was CUMMING again! He grasped my waist as I started shrieking loudly, my body shaking uncontrollably, my breasts bouncing and jiggling madly in his face!

When I subsided, we changed positions with me on the floor. He spread my soft legs and slowly inserted his hard cock, sliding it wetly inside my pussy again, making me squirm and gasp with the pleasure of feeling its length. I was going to be fucked now, I could tell by his face! He hadn’t cum yet, his balls were as big as tennis balls! I smiled at him, daring him to do his best.

"Fuck me like you would a whore! I’m nothing but a slut who likes big cocks in my wet pussy!" His male mind was past making conversation, his need to fuck me too strong, very much like my own need to be fucked, making both of us a slave to the act of fucking! His cock seem to grow inside me, getting bigger until I thought I was going to have another orgasm simply from his swelling! He proceeded to fuck me like a pro, without let up for the next fifteen or twenty minutes! I could only gasp and moan, my own hands feeling his shoulders or neck, or squeezing my own big tits and shaking the nipples at him! I orgasmed at least three more times before he was finally ready, deciding to pull out at the last moment and spew his thick cream all over my hot breasts and stomach! The moment his semen splashed hotly against my skin, I orgasmed again, my hands going to my breasts to rub his seed in! It was a long one, lasting several minutes I think, until I had had enough and passed out!

I woke sometime later in bed. I didn’t remember much except for parts of a dream I seemed to be unable to recall fully. I felt refreshed however, and looking at the time, realized it was morning! I must have slept the whole day away yesterday!

I threw off my covers and sat up. I looked down at my male body, thinking somehow that it wasn’t right. Shaking my head with confusion, I went into the bathroom and took a long shower, washing my hair in the process.

The remnants of the dream of me being a woman were still bothering me. I couldn’t get it out of my head! It was as if it actually happened! Of course, that would be impossible. I tried shucking it off by deciding what I would do today. Yesterday was spent doing nothing, so today I would do something. I thought about going out to play golf, then maybe get together with a few buddies. Maybe later tonight I could call up Lisa for a dinner date. Mmmm. I haven’t seen Lisa for a while now. She’s a lady that really has fun in bed! Just thinking of he soft 36 C’s were starting to give me an erection! Suddenly there was a whispering voice in my head!

"The curse of Zenebia!"

 

The End

 

 

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