Riley Gendreau
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Smaking my Ass PT1-2 (August Exclusive)
🕑 Added 2025-08-15 00:27:38 +0000 UTCSecond and third monthly exclusive for August 2025
Stop Smacking My Ass!
So… I seem to have gotten myself into quite the situation… It all started yesterday; see, ever since I became an adult, I’ve been an ass guy… Well, I used to be… I mean, I’m still into a nice ass, just not so much of a man anymore.
Well, because of my love for a juicy ass, I always tended to let a woman who has one know. Either by catcalling them or simply by giving them a nice smack. It was supposed to be a compliment to them, and I swear most of them didn’t mind and loved the attention.
Well, at least none of them complained or said anything, not until that wretched witch got hired as the office secretary. I noticed her right away: perfectly round cheeks, a thick posterior, and a jiggle that begged for a good smack.
As for the rest of her body… I have no idea, honestly. I don’t even think I looked her in the eyes, but who would when her ass was basically screaming for attention? Anyway, once I gave her a few compliments about her ass, she seemed to just blow me off.
That’s when I took my chance to strike. My hand went up slowly, then it came down fast and mighty. Even though the smack wasn’t to her bare ass, the smack could be heard throughout the office. I expected the office, which was ninety-nine percent male, to stand up and cheer for me.
They did stand up and look, but instead of claps, cheers, and a trophy for being such a champ, I was met with gasps, looks of disgust, and even people slumping back into their cubicles and avoiding eye contact.
That’s when I got a bad feeling and turned toward the secretary. She hadn’t said a word, but she was staring at me with a look of complete shock on her face. It took her a minute, but she asked me what the hell I thought I was doing.
That’s when I should have dropped to my knees and apologized, but I didn’t think I did anything wrong. I’m still not entirely sure I did, but instead of apologizing, I doubled down and told her I was just giving that fat ass the treatment it deserved.
The secretary's face went from shock to a mix of disgust and being burned by anger. She told me she had never once met a man as perturbed as me, which is a bit of an overreaction to a simple smack, but whatever.
She then said that she couldn’t just let me off scot-free after such clear sexual harassment. She then said that she also couldn’t leave my punishment up to the guys down in human resources, who she suspected I was friends with.
Her eyes then started to glow, and she placed her hand on my chest. She then started to say some strange words. It was something like “Heja, keniko, bejo, raio, qurto," something like that, which sounded like the noises of a dying cat.
At least to me, but considering her eyes were glowing, it was clear she was doing something I didn’t understand. When she stopped speaking and her eyes stopped glowing, I looked down at myself and seemed completely the same.
I took a step back and asked her what she did. She just smiled and told me to turn around, and she’d show me. I was a little worried but did so, as I couldn’t help but be curious. As soon as my ass was facing her, she planted a nice hard smack on my ass.
I turned my head and asked if this was all so she could slap my ass back. I told her that wasn’t much of a punishment, but she was free to keep trying. She started laughing maniacally and saying that wasn’t the punishment; what came after was.
I was confused and was about to ask her what came after when I suddenly felt my pants getting tighter. I looked down towards my waist in the front and didn’t see anything to suggest why it could be tighter, but when I looked at my ass, I noticed it was slightly larger.
Still confused, I asked her if my punishment was really just a slightly larger ass, to which she responded by slapping my ass again and causing it to get even larger. That was enough to tell me what was going on.
Each time it got smacked, my ass would get larger, and if I didn’t avoid it, I’d end up with an ass like hers. I let out a fake laugh and told her she’s funny. I then tell her that’s enough joking and to uncurse me or whatever she did.
She just shakes her head and says no, then tells me to enjoy having my ass smacked over and over until the curse ends. She then walks away, once again leaving me confused. Now that I knew about it, did she really think I was going to let it get smacked again?
It didn’t matter though, as she confirmed the curse would end at some point, so I just needed to avoid being smacked again. So I do the smartest thing and head back to my cubicle; at least at the time I thought it was the smartest thing.
As I was walking, I suddenly felt someone’s hand land on my left ass cheek. It was a lot harder than the secretaries, not to mention larger. I let out a yelp and felt my pants get tighter. I dart my head towards my ass and watch it expand.
After it finishes, I look up towards the culprit and find Jack, one of the guys I work with, standing there looking quite nervous. I asked him what the hell he was doing, and he started to panic and say he had no idea.
He just saw me passing by and suddenly he had the irresistible urge to smack me in the ass. He then apologized and said he’d never do such a thing normally and he had no idea what came over him all of a sudden.
Truth be told, Jack was a good guy and I believe him, which means only one thing: the witch made it so people will smack my ass. That wasn’t good for me, so I told Jack it was okay, held my butt, and ran to my cubicle and sat down.
I let out a sigh of relief and then sat there awkwardly as I realized my ass was already large enough to make me sit higher in my seat. I was going to try and ignore it by focusing on some work, but before I could turn my computer on, I noticed my reflection.
My face looked smaller, and my hair had grown out a bit. I gulped as I realized there was more to my transformation than just my ass. I looked down at my chest and sure enough, I had two small bumps popping out, bumps that were clearly a pair of tits.
I panicked and jumped up and started running towards the bathroom, which was another big mistake, as I ended up tripping and falling forward right in the main walkway for the office, which was currently filled with people passing by.
One by one, each of them smacked my ass before moving on, and each one caused my body to change more and more, and in only a few minutes, I had lost my manhood and become a woman with a decent butt.
That was bad enough, but of course things had to get worse. Due to a rapid change in my body size, some of my clothes fell off due to being way too large, and the rest ripped apart and fell on the floor around me.
So now I was fully a woman and completely nude in the office. It was too much to bear, and I ended up giving up staying there. I grabbed my keys, ran to the parking garage and went home early for the night, not caring if I got fired for it.
Once I made it home, hopefully without being noticed. I ran to my bedroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me, and I couldn’t believe how fast it happened. One small mistake, tripping in the office and my manhood was stripped away.
I knew I couldn’t let this stand, so I told myself the following day that I’d steal some of my girlfriend’s clothes, head back to the office and confront that damn witch. Once she turned me back, I was going to get her fired for this harassment and awful behavior.
As I stood there lost in thought, I had completely missed my girlfriend walking into the bedroom, and I didn’t find out she was there until she slapped me on the ass and made my body grow some more.
I turn my head towards her and ask her what the hell she did that for.
She just looked at me confused and said she had no idea, but then she got mad and asked who the hell I was, and then she asked me where I was, since she believed me to be some random woman I was hooking up with. I sigh and realize that I have a lot of explaining to do.
People are Still Smacking My Ass!!
Things have not been going my way; the last month has been hell. It all started with this dumb witch in my office getting offended by me complimenting her ass with a mighty slap to it and then getting cursed for it.
That curse makes it so people want to smack my ass, but every time they do, my ass gets bigger and my body becomes more feminine. That first day alone I tripped and got smacked so much I lost my manhood without any real chance of protecting it.
I had to leave work early and go home, which was when my girlfriend found me and smacked my ass again, causing my body to grow some more. After that I had to convince her it was me and not some sexy babe I was trying to bang behind her back.
Once I did convince her, though, things got worse. She apparently thinks it’s cheating if I flirt with other women about their nice asses, and it’s made worse by me actually smacking them. She then went on a tirade about me being a disgusting pervert and deserving this.
We fought for a bit, and I ended up getting smacked in the ass two more times by her before she packed her things, broke up with me and left, possibly forever. I didn’t care though; she was just another ass, and I was sure I was going to find a better one in no time.
Hell, at that point I was closer to having a bigger ass than her, so it was time for an upgrade. I just had to break this curse and turn back into a guy, which became slightly harder since I could no longer use my ex's clothes to cover myself.
I had no clothes that would fit me, so the next day when I went to work, I was wearing a bed sheet that I wrapped around myself and stapled together so it wouldn’t come off. I then held my ass as I walked around the office.
I went right to where that witch worked, but she wasn’t there. I yelled out her name and asked her where she was, which caused my boss to step out of his office and look at me. He shook his head and told me to get in his office right away.
I gulped, knowing this was bad and I put my hands together as I walked past him and begged for him to forgive me. Well, doing that with my hands left my ass unprotected, and my boss got a slap of his own.
My bedsheet dress got a bit tighter and I saw a few staples come loose and drop to the floor. I let out a nervous laugh and then asked my boss why he needed me in here. He raised an eyebrow and asked me if it wasn’t obvious.
He told me that my behavior yesterday was completely inexcusable, and he wouldn’t allow it in his office. He was going to let me off with a warning and perhaps some sexual harassment classes, but after seeing me come in as a half-naked bimbo, he decided to let me go.
He told me to go pack up my things and leave. I tried to beg him to give me a second chance, but he just gave me another smack on my ass and tossed me out. That last smack from him was enough to make my breasts and ass big enough to rip the rest of the staples out of my makeshift dress.
That left me struggling to cover myself and cover my ass at the same time. So It was either expose myself as I walked toward my desk to pack up or let my ass be defenseless while I headed there. At least I should have picked one, but no, I just had to try and do both, which meant I didn't do either.
I kept covering myself, and when I did, I’d get my ass smacked, my body would grow and I’d get embarrassed about being exposed, then I’d try to cover myself up, which started the cycle again and again.
By the time I got to my desk, my breasts were easily E-cups, and they were so heavy I could feel them starting to sag from their own weight. I started to slowly pack my desk while making sure one of my hands was covering as much of my ass as possible.
The only problem with that was how big my ass had gotten. My one hand maybe covered a third of my butt at this point, so anyone could more easily sneak by and give me a smack on a part of my cheeks that I wasn’t covering.
That was the one good moment, though, as I was paying way too much attention and turned around the second I saw anyone, which put my butt against my desk, making it impossible to smack. Because of that, though, it took me an hour to pack up.
Once I was done, I tried to pick up my box with one arm, but I was no longer strong enough to carry so much as once with one arm, so I had no choice but to use both arms to carry it, which made me worry.
However, as I was walking towards the elevator, I noticed there was no one in the office; it was like they all left. Maybe they went to lunch or something, which, while it was strange that they all left at once, was perfect for me.
Well, it would have been, but I should have known with how bad everything else was going, this would also blow up in my face. Once I got off the elevator on the ground floor, I saw everyone from the office standing in two single-file lines, smiling.
At the end, holding the door to the exit open was the witch. She had set me up; she knew I’d be fired and had all these people come and wait so that when I walked out carrying my stuff, each one could smack me.
I understood at that moment that I had lost; she had won. I lower my head and slowly walk towards the exit as pairs of hands slap each of my ass cheeks. Two by two all the way down, each set causing a double transformation as I went.
By the time I stood next to the witch, my breasts were so massive I was carrying them on top of the box of my belongings. My ass was so large, I could fit five or six of my hands on each cheek at once. I was overly busty and had more junk in my trunk than any woman alive.
I silently walked past the witch, avoiding eye contact and not saying anything. However, she did whisper in my ear that whenever I learned my lesson, all I had to do was give in and accept that this is who I am now.
I didn’t quite figure that out right away. Instead, I spent the next three and a half weeks trying to research ways to break this curse and turn back. I even went to see a mystic, but everything I did either failed or failed miserably, maybe because I’d get smacked a few more times.
That brings me to today; instead of trying to break the curse or thinking about asses like I normally would, I sat in bed staring at the ceiling thinking about everything. I was completely defeated, which turned out to be the answer.
I was tired of being smacked, of being treated like the only thing I have to offer people is my big jiggly ass and big bouncy breasts. Having been tired of dealing with my body and how people treat it, I realized that was the lesson the witch was teaching me.
I did that to her and many other women, and chances are I was far from the only guy to ever do it to them. I can’t imagine living a whole lifetime dealing with people like them, people like me. I closed my eyes and sighed, and even though she wasn’t here, I apologized to the witch.
I then sat up and got onto my hands and knees. I then said I accept it now, then I took my hand and started smacking my own ass, over and over again, not caring that it would make me grow, as I understood I deserved it now.
Once both my ass cheeks were stinging from my slaps and they were nice and red, I stopped and looked at myself to see the damage that had been done to me in terms of getting bigger, but to my surprise, I was the same size.
So while looking, I slap my ass again and watch, and again I don’t get bigger at all. It was over; the curse was broken and I was no longer going to transform, of course, I seemed to still be stuck with this female body and its massive assets.
I suppose that’s not too bad. I mean, I don’t have to pick between a nice ass or nice breasts, as I have both. Plus, I’m still way too into asses, and I don’t think I’ll be able to stop wanting to smack them, but luckily I have all the ass in the world on myself to smack, so I don’t need anyone else.
Comments
Riley
It seems like you perceived it correctly. I wrote him as a bad character, like one of the worst. This story is more about punishing a bad person more than anything, but with the added fun of spanking and humiliation. Overall when writing this, I wanted people to hate the guy, and for it to be clear he didn’t exactly learn a lesson and change. The insperation for this actually comes a bit from reddit videos, I’ve been listing to r/amithedevil stories and a lot of people are just like this character and I wanted to write one and punish them. 😈
last_of_workers
What can I say... I think that if you don't think about the essence of what happened, you can enjoy this story, but I can't do that. I don't see a story about a guy who turns into a girl when he gets spanked on the butt, but a story about a guy who is very disrespectful to girls and thinks it's normal... Perhaps if you hadn't paid so much attention to this aspect, the story would have been perceived differently, but it is what it is... Overall, the story is good, but I perceive it differently and that's why I just can't fully enjoy it... I apologize for that.
