Curse of The Idol: Pregnant And Horny

I had just touched the idol, when the next thing I knew, I was on my knees, hunched over in pain. It felt like every inch of my body was being stretched and torn apart. My skin burned as it morphed into a soft, pale white. I screamed, but no sound escaped my throat. The pain was unbearable.

The pressure in my chest built up until the tension released. I could feel two mounds growing underneath my shirt. They filled out with supple flesh, stretching my shirt to its limits. As soon as they stopped swelling, they began to sag downwards, straining against the fabric. The sensation was humiliating, yet arousing at the same time.

I looked down in shock and horror at what had just happened. My hands trembled as I touched my new breasts. They were soft, warm, and sensitive to the touch. The nipples hardened instantly under my fingers, sending jolts of electricity through my body.

“W-what did it do to me?” I stammered out, my voice now a high pitched whine, dripping with fear.

The final transformation came as my cock began to shrink. I tried to hold on to it, but the pain was unbearable. It slowly shrank until it disappeared completely, leaving behind a smooth, untouched pussy. The sensation of having no penis was both terrifying and exciting at once.

I couldn’t believe what had happened to me. I was now… a woman? I stared at the idol, which was now beginning to glow and was growing uncomfortably hot. My hands shook as I dropped it, and in an instant I watched it shatter on the ground.

I was filled with terror as I realized the idol had been the source of my transformation. I now felt vulnerable, exposed, and scared.

This wasn’t supposed to be anything other than a museum piece. Magic was the stuff of fantasy books. And, here I was, naked, and a woman. My heart began to race, and my breathing became shallow, as I realized what the idol had done to me.

Suddenly, a figure materialized out of thin air. It was an imposing sight that felt more like apparition than a real man.

He spoke with an authoritative tone, “You dared to touch the idol of Demeter? You dared destroy the idol of Demter?!”

His voice echoed in the empty chamber. I tried to speak, but my words died before they could leave my lips. The man approached me and took my chin in his hand. With just one swift movement, he turned me around and bent me over on the pedestal.

The sensation of him spreading my legs apart was humiliating, yet arousing at the same time. I felt so exposed and vulnerable.

“You’re going to be punished for your actions,” he said, as he rubbed his hands against the softness between my thighs.

“No…. please…” I started, but before I knew it he pushed his way inside me, making me gasp in surprise and shock.

The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It was both painful and pleasurable at the same time. The man fucked me hard and fast, driving into my wet pussy with each powerful thrust. I couldn’t help but moan with every movement.

As we continued to engage in our lustful acts of passion, I struggled to reconcile the fact that I was now a woman, being taken by a man. The pain and humiliation were intense, yet they also brought with them an undeniable pleasure.

I could feel every inch as it stretched and filled me out completely. The pain was unbearable, but the pleasure was overwhelming. I tried to fight back against him, but it was no use. He was so much stronger than I was.

Then, he abruptedly stopped, thrust deep inside me as his cock twitched, and I felt hot semen spurt out of him. The sensation was both humiliating and arousing at the same time.

He pulled out, and proclaimed “Now you will begin repaying your debt. I have given you my seed, now you will bare a child. You will suffer the idol’s curse!”

And, with that last part, he vanished as quickly as he had appeared, leaving me still hunched over the pedestal with cum dripping out of me.

Six months Later:

Six months after my encounter with the statue, I’ve taken on the identity of Sophia. I have a job as a waitress, and I’ve been trying to adjust to being a woman. The experience of becoming pregnant after being fucked by a man left me feeling both humiliated and excited.

My pregnancy hormones have me all over the place though, and sometimes I feel the overwhelming need to be fucked. When this happens I’ve found myself at the bar, getting picked up by a random guy, knowing all to well what the evening would hold.