Karmic Potion (Patreon)

Sam is an arrogant, spiteful man who wants revenge on his former friend for ditching him. He makes a magic potion that transforms the drinker into the dream woman of whoever is looking at them at the time. Unfortunately for him, there is a mix up and he ends up transforming instead.

For Applepiechamp

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My mother used to say, “There’s a season for friendships” I never really understood what that meant until Tim and I went to college. Tim and I had grown up together, been best friends since the day he moved in next door, and I stuck my head over the fence to say hi. Ever since that day, all through elementary, middle and high school, it had been Sam and Tim, always together. 

It had been great. I was a natural leader, Tim was a natural follower. I always had a partner in crime, and when one of us, usually Tim, got caught, he’d take the fall, no problem. He never sold me out, because he was a bro. He got it. But then, in the last few years of high school, things started to change. He started hanging out with girls, but not in the way guys are meant to; he wasn't trying to date or even sleep with any of them. He just “liked their company,” apparently. I told him that he was being a pussy, for his own good, but he didn’t give it up.

I figured once we got to college, he’d figure it out. Freshman year was the time of wild parties and hookups. I pledged to a frat, promising to put in a good word for him so he could join the next year. But then, the next year came, and he told me no. Tim had never told me no before! It turned out, while I was off partying with my fraternity, he’d made new friends and gotten some weird ideas in his head about what friendship was supposed to look like. 

“You’re a bad friend.” He said, “There I said it, you’re an ass who is always telling me what to do. You’re all toxic masculinity.”

Toxic masculinity? Oh my God. I told him the truth, that the SJWs had gotten to him and that he was an idiot who was going to end up being a doormat to some woman. Tim had always had terrible taste in women; now, thanks to a little rebellion, it was going to bite him in the ass. I said good riddance. By senior year, I’d be the coolest guy on campus, the one all the women were begging to be with, the one with job offers out the ass because I knew what a real man was. Confident, cool under pressure and most importantly, dominant in all things. 

I’d show him. That’s what I swore, only…things didn't really work out that way. 

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I held the potion in my hand and grinned widely. Final exams had finished today, and that meant one thing for the students in their final college year, like me: parties. The entire campus was going to be wild tonight. Nothing but drunk frat boys and sorority girls living it up one last time before taking on the real world. 

College hadn't gone the way I planned; I barely scraped by with a passing grade. I’d never been super brainy, so that was fine. It wasn't supposed to matter that I wasn’t top of the class, because that wasn't what college was really about. I’d planned to party it up, have as many women as I could and make my way with the social connections I made. Only…that hadn't really happened. 

Despite joining a big, popular frat, women hadn't really taken an interest in me. At least, not any proper women. It wasn’t acceptable to have a type anymore, but I had one regardless. Blonde, skinny, big boobs, who didn't talk too much. Personally, I didn’t see anything wrong with that, but apparently turning down a chubby brunette because she didn’t fit your profile made you an ‘asshole’ and turned half the women on campus against you. 

Needless to say…it had been a while, and I’d gotten desperate. Hence, the potion. The bottle felt warm in my hands, or maybe it was just because I was gripping the glass so tightly. It had taken months of research to make it, but finally it was ready. It was called ‘Eye of the Beholder’, a potion that would transform the drinker into the dream girl of whoever was looking at them. And I knew just who to give it to.

Tim.

That traitor. I was going to head over to his sad little dorm room and say I wanted to make amends. Then, less than an hour after arriving, he’d become a she; my busty, blonde bimbo. I couldn’t wait; not only would I finally get to have sex, but Tim would be humiliated, riding my dick like a hungry whore while screaming my name. It was too perfect. 

His dorm was quiet; most people were out partying, but of course, Tim answered when I knocked.

“Sam?” He blinked.

“Hey, man.” I forced an apologetic smile onto my face and held up a six-pack. “Mind if I come in?”

“I guess not.”

Tim stepped aside, and I closed the door. His room was mostly packed already; it looked so plain and boring, not to mention small. There was barely room for his bed. I wanted to tease him for not pledging; my room was three times this size, but I bit my tongue. I’d have to make the apology convincing if I wanted him to drink. 

“I came to apologise for the way I treated you when we were younger,” I said, forcing my face to look as sincere as possible. “I was an ass.”

Tim actually smiled, and his bright blue eyes seemed to twinkle.

“Hey man, that’s great, I appreciate it. I am so happy you managed to do some self-reflection.”

Oh my God, it took all my strength not to scoff. He sounded like a girl. I was practically doing him a favour at this point; clearly, Tim wasn’t supposed to be a guy. I thrust out the six-pack.

“How about a drink for old times’ sake?” I offered, desperate to get this charade over with. 

“Sure!”

It took all my self-control not to whoop for joy. I turned my back for a moment, placing the cans on the table and quickly cracked them, draining the potion into one and turning back to Tim. I was about to offer it to him when the door opened, and a drop-dead gorgeous woman peeked inside. She was all legs, with red hair that made me question for a second whether or not I wanted to be strict with my choice of blonde.

“Hey, Tim. I just wanted to say goodbye. I am heading home early. Thanks for letting me borrow your shower earlier.”

“No problem.” Tim smiled, “Have a good trip home!”

“I will, oh, you have company, I’d better run!”She shut the door, and I was still reeling. “Who was that?”

“Just somebody else from the dorm, her shower broke, so she’s been borrowing mine.”

“And you haven't tried to hit that?”

Tim screwed up his face and grabbed his beer. “No, Sherri is just a friend.”

I shook my head in disbelief and picked up my own beer, drinking deeply. Tim really was stupid. She’d presented herself on a silver platter, and he hadn't tried to hit that? Pathetic. 

We sat down and nursed our drinks while I pretended to care about how the last few years had been for him. I kept watching his body, waiting for any sign that the potion was working. My skin was tingling in anticipation. I was so horny and ready to finally have a woman to fuck. What was taking so long? I shifted on the bed, trying to get comfortable but the tingling was getting stronger, suspiciously so, and all of a sudden the bed started to feel strange, like it was getting softer.

I looked down and yelped in surprise, my jeans were stretched to the limit, the seams cutting into my thick thighs and threatening to tear right along the cheeks. My ass was goriwng! In fact, a lot of me seemed to be growing. I jumped to my feet and felt my cheeks bounce in response, then there was a tearing sound as the denim split right across my cheeks.

“What the hell!?” Tim jumped to his feet.

“No! No, no, no!” I cried, “I drank the wrong beer! You were supposed to drink the potion not me!”

“Potion?”

That was the only explanation. Why else would my ass be getting peachy and my thighs thickening? They were getting really thick, actually, so thick I had no choice but to rip what remained of my assless jeans off. My hips widened, and I groaned, of course, Tim liked chubby chicks. 

“What is happening? What do you mean potion?” Tim cried, and my frustration boiled over.

“It’s not fair!” I cried, “I am being turned into your dream girl, it was supposed to be the other way around!”

“Wait, so this was all a lie so you could turn me into a woman and fuck me?” Tim’s eyes narrowed.

“Yes!” I cried, leaning over the desk, and I felt my nipples start to ache. They were going hard as the skin beneath them turned soft.

This was so humiliating! I could feel my new boobs growing, getting bigger and bigger until I had no choice but to take off my shirt. I expected to see pert breasts with pink nipples, but to my surprise, they were dark brown and heavy. My skin was darkening as well, turning a beautiful, rich shade of brown all over. 

Feeling my new tits grow was so confusing because I was so embarrassed, but it felt wonderful. Pleasure radiated out from my nipples, growing with each cup size until I couldn't hold back a whimper of pleasure. 

Tim gaped, watching as it spread. My lips plumped, my heavy milker style breasts sat heavy on my chest, and my hair turned black as midnight. I was the epitome of curvy, with wide hips that would have made me pear-shaped if it weren’t for the size of my breasts, somehow still giving me an hourglass. 

“You look…beautiful.” Tim blinked, and I covered my face with my hands.

“I am not! I’m chubby and curvy and…and…female!” I cried, “Oh fuck, what’s that….”

I could feel my dick between my legs, my last vestige of manhood, slowly slipping away. As it did, I felt another change in me. A wave of arousal so strong it knocked the air right out of my lungs. I looked over at Tim and felt a squirt of wetness between my legs as my new pussy formed. 

Tim had never been hot before, but all of a sudden, I was seeing him in a new light. His sandy hair looked so soft, and I reached out, imagining what it would feel like to run my fingers through it, only to catch myself at the last moment. 

“Oh fuck, why are you so hot?” I whimpered, rubbing my thighs together, “Fuck, this potion makes me so horny.”

“Looks like you’re getting a taste of your own medicine,” Tim smirked. He looked me up and down, and I moaned.

“Do you like me?” I asked, “Do you think I’m pretty?”

The words escaped before I could stop them. I wanted him to like me so bad. Mostly because my new pussy was burning and I couldn’t think straight. 

“You’re pretty, I’m not sure I like you though.” Tim shrugged, “I should have known you would always be an ass.”

I whimpered, slipping out of my boxers so I was totally naked. I needed Tim to like me. I wanted him so bad, I wanted him…to love me. It was humiliating, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to make him love me; it was all I wanted in the whole world. That, and his cock inside my burning hole. 

“The potion.” I groaned, “It’s making me so hot. Aren’t you hot?”

I walked forward and pushed Tim down onto the bed before sitting myself across his lap. 

“I’m your dream girl, aren’t I? All dark and curvy, don’t you want me?” 

I rolled my hips against him for emphasis, feeling his cock grow hard through his pants. Tim gripped my hips, and I shuddered. His hands felt like they belonged there.

“You are unbelievable.” Tim smirked, “Even as a woman, you’re demanding and whiny.”

“Oh, Tim…punish me, I’ve been bad, right? You can do whatever you want to me.”

Fuck, what was I saying? I couldn’t help myself; my head was a fog of lust. Tim gripped my hips tight and rolled me down onto the bed before standing over me. I moaned and stretched up, cupping one breast and tweaking the nipple to try to entice him closer.  The sound of his fly unzipping sent a bolt of pleasure through me.

“You know what, I think I will,” he growled, taking off his pants and lowering himself down over my body. “I think I should give you a taste of your own medicine.”

His cock was at my entrance. I could only whimper with need and wrap my arms around his body. Lust won out; my dignity was in shreds, but I didn’t care. I needed him. Tim thrust himself inside with one smooth motion, and I saw stars. I moaned, low in my throat and arched into his touch as his hips began to snap. In and out, hard. I felt the potion working its magic; I knew exactly how to move to make this the best sex of Tim’s life. That way, he would never want anybody else. He would be all mine. 

Pleasure built between my legs as my passage was stretched over and over. The tip hit something deep inside me, and I cried out Tim’s name. He did it again, and again until I couldn’t even manage words, just pleasured gasps that brought me closer and closer to the edge of something beautiful.

I held him close, and he ploughed into me, and I came. A shudder ran through me as the pleasure coiled and exploded, filling my eye pore, every thought with nothing but Tim. 

“You want me to cum inside you?” Tim said, “You want me to cum into you, you slut?”

“Yes! Yes!” I wailed, still cumming, “Don’t stop!”

A few thrusts later, I felt it, warm wetness flooding my chamber, and I came again with a whimper. Tim collapsed onto top of me, and I squeezed his softening cock. I wanted it to stay inside as long as possible. I didn't care about getting revenge anymore; all I cared about was Tim. Pleasing him. I would do anything if it meant I got to do that again. 

Eventually, he pushed himself up on his elbow and used the free hand to cup my chin.

“You know, I think we can be friends again now, don’t you?” 

I nodded and blinked my eyes at him hopefully.

“More than friends?”

“Maybe,” he grinned, “If you’re good.”