The Karma Spell

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Tyler had fucking had it with Brad. The meathead jock had made his life hell for years—wedgies, swirlies, public humiliation. But the worst part? The way Brad looked at Tyler's girlfriend, Emma. The hungry, possessive stares. The cocky smirk when she laughed at his jokes.

Tyler wasn't going to let that asshole win. He'd been studying magic in secret, scouring obscure forums and dusty grimoires. Finally, he found it: The Spell of Perfect Karma. "The target receives exactly what they deserve," the text promised.

Perfect. Brad deserved to be humiliated, broken, destroyed.

Tyler set up the ritual in his dorm room. Candles. Sigils drawn in salt. He focused all his rage, all his hatred, and chanted the words of power. Energy crackled in the air, a blinding flash of light—

And then, agony.

His body convulsed, twisting, reshaping. His broad shoulders narrowed, his chest swelled into soft, heavy breasts that strained against his shirt. His hips flared wide, his ass rounding into a plump, grabbable curve. His face smoothed, feminized, his hair growing long and silky. His cock shrank away into a wet, aching slit.

"No, no, NO!" he screamed, but his voice came out high and breathy.

The spell had backfired. Or had it? A terrible understanding washed over him. He was the one who deserved punishment—for trying to use magic out of petty spite, for his jealousy, for his weakness.

The door burst open. Emma walked in, her eyes glazed, unfocused. Behind her, Brad. The jock's grin was feral.

"What the fuck happened to you, Tyler?" Brad laughed, looking at the new, feminized version of his victim. "You look like a fucking girl now."

Emma didn't even glance at Tyler. Her eyes were locked on Brad, pupils dilated with raw, chemical lust. The karmic backlash had rewritten her desires. She dropped to her knees in front of Brad without a word.

"Emma, wait—" Tyler tried to move, to stop this, but his new body was frozen, compelled by the spell to witness.

Emma's delicate hands fumbled with Brad's belt. His cock sprang free, thick and intimidating. She looked at it with reverence, then wrapped her lips around the head, moaning.

Brad locked eyes with Tyler. The message was clear: You did this to yourself.

Tyler felt tears streaming down his pretty new face as he watched his girlfriend worship the bully's cock. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room. Emma's head bobbed faster, her hands stroking what she couldn't fit in her mouth.

"Don't worry, Tara," Brad said, using a mockingly feminine name. "You're next. Karma says you deserve it."

Tyler—no, Tara now—felt her new pussy clench with unwanted arousal. The spell wasn't done with her yet.

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