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Dared into Her (TG Story) - Part 2
🕑 Added 2025-08-15 23:58:44 +0000 UTCDared into Her (TG Story)
By FemmeForge
It was supposed to be a stupid late-night joke — a drunk, mean-spirited dare to humiliate the shy virgin of the group.
One ritual. A mirror. A copper bowl. A “lust offering.”
Shy, dick-starved virgin Ethan never stood a chance once his friends found that shady “summon a succubus” ritual online.
They pin him in the spotlight, ripping into him with filthy jokes about how he’d look as a woman — huge, soft tits spilling over his hands, a fat jiggling ass you could bounce coins off, and a dripping little pussy just begging for the first cock that got near it.
Ethan knew it was fake. His friends knew it was fake. That didn’t stop them from pinning him down in the filthiest way possible — teasing him, taunting him, painting vivid pictures of what he’d look like with fat tits, a perfect ass, and a dripping little pussy. They laughed, they dared, they pushed… until he said yes.
By the time it’s over, Ethan’s gone — replaced by a wide-eyed, soaking-wet slut who can barely stand without rubbing her thighs together.
Now Ethan is about to find out just how far a silly dare can go… and how hot, humiliating, and irreversible becoming the perfect fuckable plaything can really be.
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Part 2
The living room looked less like a hangout spot now and more like the set of some cheap occult porno. Cass was pacing with the laptop tucked under her arm, reading the instructions again while Mason dug through the hallway closet for candles.
“Got ’em!” Mason called, holding up a bundle like a trophy. “Big ones, too. Gonna make your tits look amazing in the candlelight, E.”
Ethan shot him a glare. “I haven’t even—”
“Yet,” Mason said, cutting him off with a smirk. “You haven’t done it yet. But when you do, those tits are gonna be bouncing in the shadows like some soft-focus porn scene.”
Cass placed the copper mixing bowl in the center of the floor with a flourish. “Behold — the cum chalice.” She gave him a look that was half teasing, half daring. “Better aim for the middle.”
Ethan swallowed hard. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Oh, absolutely,” she said without missing a beat. “Now grab the mirror, let’s see that shy little face staring back at itself while it changes.”
Mason dragged the full-length mirror in from the hallway and propped it against the wall at a slight angle. It caught Ethan in the reflection perfectly — every awkward inch of him standing there, hoodie still on, hands shoved in his pockets like that could save him.
“Circle time,” Cass announced, tossing Mason the chalk.
He knelt and started drawing, the white lines squeaking against the hardwood. “This is where the magic happens, man. This is where your dick says goodbye and your pussy says hello.”
Ethan’s face burned. “You know this is fake, right?”
“Yeah,” Mason said with a shrug. “But if it wasn’t, you’d walk out of this with tits I could fuck between and an ass I could slap until it wobbled.”
Cass added little swirls and symbols from the site’s grainy photos, then sat back to admire her work. “Perfect. Now all we need is you — naked, kneeling, and ready to make your ‘offering.’”
Ethan rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at the mirror. The thought of kneeling in front of it while they watched made his stomach knot.
Mason lit the candles, one by one, placing them around the chalk circle. The flames flickered high, throwing shadows up the walls that made the whole thing feel… wrong. “Alright, virgin,” he said, sitting back on his heels. “Step into your new life.”
Cass smirked. “Yeah. Show us the last time you’ll ever have a dick.”
Ethan hesitated at the edge of the circle. “I can’t believe I’m actually—”
“Gonna give us a show?” Mason interrupted. “Believe it, man. Or… believe it, girl.”
Cass leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand. “Think about it. You strip, you stroke it into the bowl, you chant. Next thing you know, you’re looking down and your hands are full of soft, heavy tits, and between your legs? Warm, wet, and aching to be touched.”
Mason grinned. “And when that happens, don’t be surprised if I’m the first to try it out.”
Ethan’s pulse spiked. “You’re fucking insane.”
“Probably,” Mason said, leaning back with his beer. “But you’re already here, man. What could go wrong?”
The mirror caught all of them in its reflection — but for a second, Ethan thought the shadows behind him shifted in a way they shouldn’t.
Ethan stood at the edge of the chalk circle like a man about to walk to the gallows. The candles flickered around him, casting sharp shadows up his legs, and the mirror reflected every twitch, every bead of nervous sweat.
He looked over his shoulder once more, almost hoping one of them would say “just kidding.” But Cass just gave him that smug little grin, and Mason? Mason leaned back with his beer like he was front-row at a strip club.
“Oh my god,” Ethan muttered under his breath. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.”
“No one’s making you,” Cass said, voice syrupy. “You could just back out and admit you’re scared of growing big ol’ jugs and a sopping wet pussy.”
Mason snorted. “Yeah, but he already agreed. Come on, man, shirts off. Let’s see what your last few moments with a flat chest look like.”
Ethan rolled his eyes hard, but his face was burning red as he grabbed the hem of his hoodie and slowly pulled it over his head. His shirt came off next, leaving his chest bare and exposed in the candlelight.
“Damn,” Mason said, grinning, “you’ve already got the soft skin. You’re halfway there.”
“I hate you,” Ethan muttered.
Cass smirked. “No you don’t. You’re just embarrassed enough to make this work.”
Ethan sighed, fingers fumbling with his belt. “This is fucking insane. This isn’t real. This isn’t going to do anything.”
“Then stop stalling,” Mason said, licking his lips theatrically. “Come on, E. Pants down. I wanna see what we’re trading in for that tight hourglass bod and a sloppy, twitchy little slit.”
Ethan groaned miserably as he shoved his jeans down, stepping out of them with shaking legs. He was left in his underwear, already regretting everything.
Cass whistled low. “You really do look like a virgin right now. All shy and twitchy. You’re gonna be adorable with tits.”
“Don’t forget the ass,” Mason added. “That fat fucking ass you’re about to grow. Round, juicy, and clapping with every step.”
“Jesus,” Ethan muttered, pulling down his underwear.
Cass leaned forward, eyes glinting. “There he goes. Everyone say goodbye to Ethan’s little friend.”
Mason burst out laughing. “Pfft, little? Bro, that thing’s not gonna be missed. Once you get your new cunt, no one’s gonna want your old junk back anyway.”
“Please shut the fuck up,” Ethan hissed, stepping into the circle, fully naked, pale skin flushed under the candlelight. His arms instinctively moved to cover himself.
“Oh no, no hiding,” Cass said with a wicked grin. “We gotta see all of you. The mirror needs to see it too. Your last moments as a guy.”
Mason chuckled, low and dirty. “Yeah, because once that chant kicks in and that dick starts shrinking, you’re gonna feel every fucking second of it. Every twitch, every fold forming, every pulse of your new cunt dripping open.”
Ethan clenched his jaw. “I already agreed, okay? You don’t need to keep narrating it like you’re trying to jerk off to it.”
Mason smirked. “Oh no, I’m saving that for after. Once I’m spreading your legs and watching your new tits bounce while I fuck your brains out.”
Ethan froze, visibly shivering. “You’re disgusting.”
“You’re gonna be,” Mason shot back. “All soft and moany and fuckable. Just wait.”
Cass stood now, placing the copper bowl directly in front of him. “Alright, princess. Time to make your offering. Just like the site says. Kneel, stroke it, and don’t stop until you cum in the bowl.”
Ethan’s stomach flipped. He looked down at the mirror, at the bowl, then back at his friends.
Both of them watching. Both of them smirking. Waiting.
“Remember,” Cass added with a wink, “this is all just a silly dare, right? What could possibly go wrong?”
The moment Ethan was standing bare in the circle, the copper bowl on the floor in front of him, Mason let out a low whistle.
“God damn, man… I was expecting at least something to brag about. But nope — now I’m definitely sure you’d be better off with a pussy.”
Cass laughed, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees. “Seriously. Look at it. That poor thing’s just… sad. Imagine trading that in for something that actually gets people wet.”
Ethan’s jaw tightened. “Can you not—”
“No, we’re gonna,” Mason cut in. “Because this right here? This is the last time you’re gonna see that thing hanging there. And honestly, it’s doing you no favors. You’re the kind of guy who’d be hotter bent over with a needy little slit instead.”
Cass smirked. “Yeah, and I bet you’d take care of it, too. Keep it shaved, keep it soft, always ready. Probably keep your legs open all the time without even realizing it.”
Ethan turned away slightly, face blazing red. “Just—drop it, okay?”
Mason grinned. “Fine. But when it’s gone, I’m gonna be the first one to test-drive the upgrade.”
That earned another laugh from Cass, who pointed at the mirror. “Alright, princess. On your knees. Time to make your ‘offering.’ The site says the mirror has to see everything.”
Ethan muttered something under his breath, more to himself than to them, and slowly lowered himself down onto his knees in front of the bowl. The hardwood felt cold under his legs, the flicker of the candles making the copper glint in a way that somehow felt… expectant.
He kept his eyes on the floor, willing himself not to look at either of them, not to give them the satisfaction of seeing just how much their words were getting to him.
From behind him, Mason’s voice came low and taunting. “Enjoy your last few minutes as a guy, E. Next time you’re kneeling like this, it’s gonna be with my cock in you.”
Ethan clenched his jaw tighter, refusing to answer, focusing instead on the strange heaviness in the air. The teasing faded just enough to be replaced by the sound of the candles crackling.
Ethan kept his eyes pinned to the floor, jaw tight, trying not to flinch at Mason’s last filthy jab. His palms were sweaty, slick, as they hovered over the copper bowl like it was some obscene altar. The candles hissed faintly, their flames bending and writhing even though the air was still.
“Go on,” Cass murmured, her voice soft but dripping with smugness. “It’s just us… and the mirror. Let it see you.”
Mason chuckled from behind, the sound low and dirty. “Yeah, give your little dick one last workout. Don’t just tug at it — you’ve gotta mean it if you want the magic pussy-maker to do its thing.”
Ethan muttered, “You’re both fucking unbearable,” but his hand still closed around himself, hot skin against his palm. The humiliation made it worse — he could already feel himself hardening again under their eyes, and that made his stomach knot.
Cass tilted her head, smirk curling. “Mmh, there you go. Just like that. Pretend it’s not even there anymore — pretend you’re already her, rubbing that needy little clit while we watch you melt.”
Mason leaned forward in his chair, voice dropping to a hungry growl. “Yeah… warm yourself up for me. When that slit opens, I’m gonna be the first thing inside it.”
Ethan’s teeth clenched, his strokes mechanical at first, just trying to get it done — but the heat was building anyway. The air pressed against his skin, heavy, almost electric, and each movement made it worse.
The mirror’s surface rippled — just a twitch, like a reflection disturbed by a fingertip — then smoothed again.
Cass’s eyes narrowed and she let out a little laugh. “Weird. Guess the candles are playing tricks.”
But the temperature dropped, sharp enough to raise goosebumps along Ethan’s arms and thighs.
“Cold?” Mason grinned. “Don’t worry. You’ll be sweating when that cunt starts leaking.”
Ethan’s breathing came faster. The mirror wasn’t just reflecting anymore — it was too clear, almost too deep, like staring into another room entirely. And in that darker space, shadows moved… ones that didn’t match the candles around him.
“Don’t you dare stop,” Cass teased, leaning forward like she didn’t want to miss a second. “The site said you’ve gotta keep going until the bowl’s full.”
Ethan’s hand sped up despite himself. His eyes kept flicking to that shimmer in the glass, to the shape that seemed to be leaning toward him now.
Ethan’s hand was moving now like he was on autopilot — fast, needy, almost angry with himself for not stopping. Every stroke made his thighs twitch and his breathing hitch, the soft wet sound of his cock sliding through his grip filling the quiet between taunts. He couldn’t hide it anymore — not with how his body was reacting.
Mason was right up on the edge of his seat, eyes locked on Ethan’s hand. “That’s it, princess. Stroke it like you’re trying to milk the last drop out before it’s gone forever. ‘Cause when it’s gone? Oh, fuck… I’m gonna be balls-deep in you before you even know what hit you.”
Ethan’s jaw clenched, but his moan came out anyway.
“You’re already imagining it, aren’t you?” Mason pressed, voice dropping into something dark and hungry. “Feeling my cock spreading you open for the first time. Feeling that hot little pussy drip all over my thighs while I slap your big new ass until it’s bouncing like a fucking porn star’s.”
Cass was smirking like the devil. “God, you sound so pretty when you moan, Ethan. Can’t wait to hear you squeal when you’ve got tits swinging in your face and nothing between your legs but wet heat.”
“Shut— shut up…” he panted, but his grip tightened and his hips had started to twitch forward in little thrusts.
Mason leaned back and laughed low. “Nah. I’m not shutting up. I’m picturing it already — you bent over this bowl, tits heavy and jiggling, that fat new ass begging for me to spank it raw. My cock disappearing into you while you’re too cockdrunk to remember your own fucking name.”
Ethan’s forehead nearly hit the rim of the copper bowl as he doubled over, stroking faster, moaning harder. He hated himself for it — hated how his body was betraying him — but fuck, it was like every filthy word Mason said made his pulse throb harder.
The mirror behind the bowl was alive now, its surface trembling like it was breathing. The shadows inside moved wrong — not matching the candlelight in the room. And through the shimmer, the outline of a woman’s body began to take shape… tall, impossibly curvy, with eyes that locked on Ethan like she already owned him.
Cass’s voice was syrupy sweet. “Don’t stop now, baby. The offering’s not complete until you give it all up. You want to be her? Then fucking show her.”
Mason grinned like he was about to watch a car crash in slow motion. “C’mon, princess. Finish for us. Finish for me. Let’s get you that hot little pussy so I can split you open and fuck you stupid.”
Ethan’s moan broke into a shaky gasp. His strokes turned frantic, desperate, his whole body trembling as the room felt colder and heavier all at once. The woman in the mirror leaned closer — close enough he could see her smirk — and the flames bent toward him like they were bowing.
Ethan’s grip on himself was slick now, every stroke noisy and obscene. His thighs were tense, his hips giving those little helpless jerks like his body already knew what was coming.
Mason was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, voice low and hot in Ethan’s ear. “You know what I’m gonna do first, right? I’m gonna grab those fat new tits of yours the second they show up — wrap ‘em around my cock and fuck ‘em until I paint your face. You’ll be kneeling there, moaning like a good little whore while I slide between those perfect melons.”
Ethan groaned, eyes squeezed shut, his chest rising fast.
“And when I’m done with that?” Mason went on, relentless. “I’m bending you over and spreading those thick, creamy thighs so I can see that brand-new pussy dripping for me. I’ll slap that big ass until it’s shaking, then drive my cock so deep inside you you’ll forget you were ever a guy. You’ll be squealing, begging me not to stop while your tits are bouncing off the bed and your pussy milks me like it’s starving.”
Cass laughed from the side, eyes bright with mischief. “God, you’re actually getting off on this, Ethan. Look at you — stroking faster, breathing harder. You want it, don’t you? You want to feel him inside you.”
“I— f-fuck— shut up,” Ethan panted, but his hand was a blur now, his legs trembling.
Mason’s grin was wolfish. “Nah, I’m not shutting up until I watch you shoot every last drop into that bowl. ‘Cause once you do? You’re mine. I’m fucking every inch of that new body until you can’t walk.”
That was it — Mason’s words didn’t just hit him, they detonated inside his head like a kink he didn’t want to admit finally ripping free. His hips bucked forward hard, almost violently, the movement jerky and desperate. The first thick, hot rope of cum shot into the copper bowl with an audible wet splat, and the second followed immediately, his whole body shuddering like he’d been wired to a live current.
He moaned — not just a groan, but a raw, guttural, almost broken sound, the kind you make when your brain short-circuits and you can’t hide how good it feels. His knees shook under him, thighs quivering with each spasm, and still his fist worked himself in frantic, slippery strokes, milking out every drop.
Cass tilted her head, biting her lip, her eyes locked on the way the streams landed in lazy, messy arcs. “Goddamn, look at him go. You’re actually putting on a show for us, Ethan.”
Mason was grinning like a predator, leaning in so close his breath brushed Ethan’s ear. “That’s it… dump it all in there. Every last drop of that pathetic virgin load. Gonna trade that dick in for something tight and wet, and I’ll be the first to test how deep it goes.”
Another spurt hit the side of the bowl and ran thickly down into the pooled mess, the metallic scent of the copper mixing with the musk of cum until the whole ritual space smelled obscene. Ethan’s back arched involuntarily, his head dropping back, mouth open, a slick groan spilling out as he jerked harder, chasing the last, lingering pulses.
Mason didn’t stop. “You’re gonna cum like this every time I fuck you, you know that? Knees weak, moaning like you can’t breathe, tits bouncing while I pound that new hole. And when I’m done? I’m filling you up so much it drips down those perfect thighs.”
Ethan whimpered — actually whimpered — as his final spurts spilled, weak and sticky, into the bowl. His shoulders slumped, chest heaving, the obscene puddle beneath him gleaming in the candlelight.
Cass smirked. “And that, boys and girls, is how you make an offering.”
To be continued...
