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“Emily, tell me more about Jamey!” Emily chuckled, trying to direct her gaze downwards so she could use her hair to hide the blush that streaked across her pale cheeks at the mention of her ‘crush.’

“Nothing even happened!” she retorted back to her best friend Rebecca who strode beside her, shouldering a matching shoulder bag to the teenaged girl’s own.

“That’s a boldface lie!” the girl shot back, shaking her hair with a laugh. “Now tell me! Everyone told me you harassed him in the hall!”

“I didn’t harass him, he was totally perv-ing on Allie! She didn’t want him to be all over her, but he kept grabbing her ass!” She let out a fierce huff of air through her nose. “I just told him to back off!”

“That’s not all that happened! Elle said that you totally blanked right after! What happened?” the girl pressed, knowing they only had so much time walking towards home for her to talk during, and if she went home without the whole scoop, she’d be desperate for the gossip all evening!

“Well, he got up in my face-” she hesitated, the rosy pink blush deepening on her face. “I was pissed, when he was across the hall groping her, but when he got close to me, I couldn’t help it!” She paused again, struggling to put into words the moment where she went totally silent, flushed and flustered when her dick of a crush launched himself into her face.

“You just went moon-eyed, didn’t you?”

“... Basically.” She let out a line of air sputtering out from her lips with a sigh, her cheeks finally starting to calm as her friend sympathetically patted her shoulder.

“Tomorrow will be better!” Rebecca assured, turning to give Emily a half hug before she pivoted to head into her own driveway as they passed it.

Emily just turned, watching the girl go with a wave before she hollered, “Thanks! See you tomorrow!”

Once her friend had rushed off into her house, Emily sighed to herself. “Today was a disaster...” she muttered, watching her feet as she continued to walk towards home. She only had a few blocks left before she hit her own house which was plenty of time for her to re-live every second of the humiliating encounter.

“Ugh!” Emily thought with a sudden burst of horror. “He’s groping her right in the hallway! PDA!” At first, she didn’t realize the full extent of the situation, she only saw Jamey filling his palms with the young girl’s supple ass. Part of her response was genuine irritation, high school was annoying enough without people filling the halls with sweat and sex hormones, but also a dash of jealousy at someone else receiving the affections of the boy she was helplessly obsessed with- much to her own distaste!

But, as she lifted her chin with a huff and started to brush past them towards her class, she heard a feminine voice giving a sharp curse. “Fucking stop! Leave me alone!” the girl snapped, a faint slapping sound echoing out of the conversation as she swatted at Jamey’s greedy palm.

“Oh come on, baby. I know you want it. Those jeans told me so-”

“Come of it, leave me alone-” Emily hesitated, still hearing the girl’s complaints. She looked over her shoulder, seeing how Jamey had shuffled her forward towards the young freshman until she was basically wedged into her locker as he grabbed at the meat of her ass still, leering over top of her shoulder.

“Hey!” Emily shouted, whirling around at the sight of the girl being so harassed. Her feet lunged forward, powering a few steps closer to the situation before she stopped with a stomp. “Leave her alone. I heard her say she didn’t want it!”

“Oh?” Jamey’s eyes locked onto Emily’s as he strode towards her. “You sure she said that?” He moved closer and closer until she could smell the sharp cologne that clung to his t-shirt. She breathed in a sharp breath, hitching it in her throat as his face filled her view. “Or was it just jealousy that had you calling me over her? Want to get handled too?” he smirked, the sneer glinting in his eyes while Emily stammered.

She was steaming mad! She could feel the heat in her face at being called out, humiliated in front of the whole hallway full of students rushing to class! At the same time, his closeness sent a wave of arousal and wanting over her. She could feel the ghostly shape of his chest just inches from her own and the shape of his lips filling the top of her vision. She’d had daydreams, longing flashes during class of him settling so close into her personal space to press his lips into her own, but instead he was doing it to shame her!

Her lips dropped apart, hesitating and unable to find a single word of retort! So, she just stood silently as his face broke into a laughing hole. “Not going to deny it?” Jamey laughed, the sound like a bark in her face. “Better run to the bathroom before class and clean up that wet cunt then-” he chuckled once more, echoing with the chorus of a gathered audience around them before he pushed passed her, walking off and leaving her still gaping with shock.

“God! I was such a dunce! Just standing there like that!” she scolded herself, glaring down at the ground as the pavement transitioned from the cool grey of the sidewalk to the deepening paving steps that led to her front door. With a twist of the knob, she let herself in and headed into the empty house.

“He’s sick! I hate that I like him!” she continued to mutter to herself, knowing she had the house to herself for another hour, but suddenly a clamor of noise exploded from behind the door she’d just closed.

“Emily! Em-il-yyyyy!” someone sang outside, turning her name into a melodic call. She paused. “Who is that?”

With another creaking twist, she yanked the door open to see an unfamiliar gaggle of boys stringing through the yard. “Want us to grope you, Emily? We’ll help scratch that itch! Show us the booty!” Their sudden chorus of laughter hit her like a slap in the face.

She jerked back inside the safety of the doorway, slamming the door; but their voices still flowed in through the windows around the house as they continued to chorus around, mocking her and laughing at her.

“Fuck you guys!” she shouted, turning up the stairway to the upper floor; but she didn’t stop there, she kept rushing up through the wobbly ladder that led to the attic, the one place she knew no one would be able to reach her.

She rushed up the wobbly wood slats of the ladder until she flopped onto the dusty expanse of the floorboards above with a long sigh. “Finally... some peace.” Her hair fell into her face, but she pushed it aside and took a long look around the attic.

“I haven’t been up here in ages...” She murmured aloud, eyes wide at the sight of all the plastic boxes marked Christmas, Halloween, and Easter respectively with all their holiday decor. However, further down the line of stored away things were older boxes, cardboard and tape rather than click-on lidded plastic totes.

She started to wander towards the dustiest peak of stacked boxes. “What is even in these?”

As she stood over them, she carefully hooked a finger into the aged tape holding them shut and peeled open the folds of the dust-soaked material until the sides flung open. Inside, stacked and shoved together tightly were a giant array of books with leather covers and fading titles.

“Woah! Are these even ours?” Emily couldn’t recall her mother ever mentioning some old book collection. “Let’s see here....” One by one, she started to haul the books out, splaying them across the wooden flooring of the dusty attic.

Most of the titles appeared to be bland. A faded checkered cookbook announcing “You Can Be The Best Housewife Now!” She chuckled, rolling her eyes and powering through most of the box before she suddenly paused as one book in particular caught her eye.

It was massive in comparison to the other books. The weight stretched much longer than the height, making it seem almost mystical compared to a regular cookbook or novel from the patch.

Further, across the front read a long string of strange symbols and the text “A Witch’s Complete Book of Spells.”

“Woah...” She let out a long sigh of wonderment. “Who's was this?” She asked aloud, though suddenly a scribble down the side of the box caught her eye. “Mirian’s Book-” She read, her eyes going wide. “Great grandma’s?”

Her fingertips fell to the heavy bound book as she pulled it onto her lap. A familiar tingle of excitement raced up her spine, the same one that always hit her when she cracked open the spine of a fresh new book or turned open dusty pages with the smell of a classic.

“Was grandma a witch?” She murmured, though she could barely even believe the words as they came from her mouth. “Noo! That’s not possible...”

“Or is it?” She looked back at the book, slowly opening the front cover to the sight of a streaming table of contents: “Compulsion, Romance, Tower Spell for Revenge, As The Tree Grows Spell for Money, Tonka Bean Tonken for Wealth, Harvest Husk...” She read down the line in bursts, letting her voice trail off as she stared at the massive list.

“Oh...” She gasped softly, a slow motion sound of air rushing from her mouth.

“My...”

“God.” Her heart seemed to skip a beat as she realized what she held in her hands, the possibility to finally have some power in the situation at school. “I can cast a spell! No! A curse! Jamey won’t be able to keep harassing everyone!”

She threw open the pages of the book, riffling through for a bad luck curse or something that she could easily torment him with, without ruining his life. “Bad luck.... Bad luck... Ah! Ah ha!” She paused, stabbing at the page with a single finger. “A Curse for Overall Bad Luck for Revenge or Power!”

“Ingredients... Instructions...” Her eyes started to widen as she she read through everything required, but it started to stir up a rising sense of excitement in her gut. “I’ve got to go to the store!”

She leapt up, pounding down the stairs of the ladder once again and rushing into her room to sketch out a list just in time before her mother came home and she bombarded her at the front door. “Can we go to the store? Can we go to the store? I need some ingredients for a science project!” Confused and overwhelmed by the sudden questions, the woman just agreed and they were off.

******

The next day, Emily rushed to get to school for the first time all year. She had barely done her homework the night before in her hyper focus on the curse. She’d spent hours practicing the recitations and laying out the ingredients, fretting over perfecting it before finally, as the early dawn approached, she cast it.

“Now to just see if it worked!” She muttered to herself as she pushed into the school building, glancing around eagerly to spot Jamey in the crowd, but he hadn’t arrived yet. “How can you tell if someone has been successfully cursed with bad luck?” She thought to herself as her fingers instinctively did the combination on her locker while her eyes continued to swim across the hallway until she spotted him just entering the building through the double wide doors, a coffee in one hand and a loose pile of papers, probably an essay he bought from some nerd, in the other.

He smirked at the sight of her, catching her eyes. His mouth opened, as though preparing to launch some mockery at her, but suddenly, his foot caught on something invisible on the crowd and he pitched forward. The coffee from his right hand flew into the air while the pages from the left flew around like confetti, all landed atop his head. The amber shade of the hot coffee spread across his shirt and papers equally, staining and smearing the ink together while he shrieked at the heat.

“T-that could be a coincidence!” Emily mumbled to herself, averting her gaze down with a sudden rush of worry. Part of her felt a surge of confidence, realizing that her spell must of worked, but the other part was filled with pessimistic, maybe realistic doubt that magic could have really happened.

Jamey, hissing with anger, hauled himself up from the ground, planting one foot first before he shoved himself into the air with a sudden, sharp tearing sound.

Shhht!

Emily heard a sharp chorus of gasps from around the hallway before she turned around to see Jamey’s jeans had torn at the hem as he stood, sending the fabric out in useless flaps on either sides of his crotch, revealing a foggy white pair of briefs beneath.

“That can’t be coincidence!”

“Fuck! Leave me alone! Out of my way!” Jamey shouted, cursing in strings as he shoved through the crowd, rushing past Emily just as she stepped up in behind him, trailing him into the thin hallway leading to the bathrooms.

Once alone, she grabbed for his shirt sleeve, stopping him as he twirled back on her, “What the fuckin’ hell do you want?” He hissed, spittle spraying across her chin as she puffed up her chest and met him face-to-face.

“You want to know why this shit is happening to you?” She retorted, her voice finally coming out strong!

“What do you mean?”

“I did this. You’ve been cursed. You have some changes to make before it’ll be lifted. You’ve got to stop being a pervert and harassing everyone. Only then will the bad luck sto-”

He cut her off, grabbing her shirt with a fist full of fabric. “You fuckin’ cunt. You’ll lift it now. You’ll lift it by the end of the week or I’ll beat you senseless- girl or not- I’ll beat you, tear off your shitty clothes and send pictures to everyone of that nasty, wet cunt you’re hiding under there.”

She tensed. His eyes were bulging from his face while sweat beaded across his forehead. A faint, lingering burn of pink flushed across his cheeks while his nostrils flared out with hard, ragged breaths. She could feel his desperation, see it painted across his face though it was translating across in violence now.

“Y-you wouldn’t!” She spat back, hesitating a beat, but finding the fierce courage that had driven her to curse him in the first place.

“You wanna bet? Don’t lift that curse and test me-” He shoved her backwards, disappearing into the bathroom and leaving her reeling in the hallway.

“D-did that happen? Was he serious?” She grabbed at her shirt, smoothing the fabric back onto her chest where he’d yanked it up as she felt a sinking feeling in her gut. “What am I going to do?”

Her mind was filling with the horrified reality of what he could do to her. “He’s bigger. He’s stronger! He’s popular! He has all the power in this situation!” She started to rub nervously across her chest. “If he attacked me, if he told everyone that I wanted him to take those shots! That I sent him nudes, they’d believe him! They’d all shame me forever! The photos would go anywhere, everywhere.... No more future, no jobs! No college!”

“I can’t let this happen!”

She turned, racing past the principal’s office with an excuse about vomiting- which she honestly felt wasn’t far from the truth with the current nausea rolling through her stomach- and rushed home to find a solution to protect herself.

******

“Defense... Defense... Protection...” She muttered to herself, pouring over the pages of the ancient spell book with a frantic, racing heart beat. “Cast a protection over home and hearth... not helpful, I’ll be at school. Cast a protection on your horse’s hooves for speedy escape... not helpful, no possible escape. Cast invisibility... Hm... but... not, people would be suspicious, couldn’t do it forever.” She kept looking and looking, but found nothing.

“This is hopeless!” She shouted, screaming into the empty house as she slammed the book shut only to have it flop open once again, the pages fluttering open on a new spell.

Alpha Male Transformation

A spell by which anyone, of any strength, race, gender or sect may become an alpha male, one who overpowers and conquers their peers to lead or to protect themselves.

An Alpha Male is imbued with superior strength, speed, reflexes, and size of both body overall and genitalia needed to impress and overpower.

“Alpha Male...” she mused, rubbing a fingertip over the hand-scrawled lettering. “Strength, power of the male body...” She read aloud, musing to herself as she began to consider what this meant. “I’d have the power, the strength, the speed, everything needed to put Jamey in his place. It just might work!”

She hesitated, biting her lip. “But I don’t want to get stuck like that...”

The spell may be dangerous when performed permanently. The Alpha Male status demands high energy of the spell’s host. Temporary use is recommended. Transformation back will be timed based on the strength of the ingredients use.

As base, use a liquid for energy. Coffee is traditional.

Cook the liquid, bring it to a boil.

Add a high dosage of whey and equal amounts meat broth (vegetable broth for a weaker potion for shorter time periods).

Sprinkle two teaspoons ginseng.

Add a dash each of rosemary and coriander.

Cook until boiling and stir to combine.

Cool before consuming.

Effects will last longer based on the power of ingredients used. For a stronger potion, use meat drippings instead of a simple broth, brew darker coffee. Stir in bacon fat for higher potency.

The page continued, listing more additives to increase the power, noting often in the margins in a scrawling handwriting the rough time estimates with each addition. Piece by piece, Emily began to map out the time she’d need to get the job done, but not risk being stuck someone as a boy. Then, she hunted down each ingredients. By the time school would be finishing, she held a cooled bottle of the foggy potion.

“It’s time...” She tipped it back, gulping three times, firmly to get the thick liquid down before she paused.

Instantly, the transformation began to change.

******

“W-woah...” Emily stared down at her naked form in the floor length mirror on the back of her door. Her eyes ran up and down the length of her reflection in the mirror, almost disbelieving the sight in front of her.

Her petite, short frame had seemed to stretch up into a bold height filling in the entire frame of her door easily over six feet tall, though she didn’t know the specifics. She just kept looking down to her feet, marveling how distant they seemed.

“I’m so tall...” She mused, staring.

But, as she stripped down from her feminine clothes, what had really struck her was the jutting, demanding length of the cock that now stuck out from her crotch. It flared with rosy pink want that stiffened it to a throbbing, pulsing hard-on at her front.

Tentatively, she poked at it, pushing it down only to watch it spring back upwards. “What are you?” She asked aloud, softly marveling at the biological sculpture attached to her. She grabbed ahold of it suddenly, feeling the heat of her own flesh burn against her skin as she squeezed, feeling the pulse of pleasure that ebbed back in response.

“I must focus!” She jolted, releasing herself and hurriedly dressing in her simplest, loosest jeans and an old t-shirt so she’d look the part of a male before she rushed back towards the school.

******

As she rounded onto the school lot, just as the final bells were ringing and students flooded out onto the lawn in preparation for boarding buses, entering carpools, or plodding their way home. Outside, leaning against the outside wall of the building, she spotted Jamey waiting. She stormed towards him, already spotted a murmuring audience seem to catch on the tremor of power following her through the air.

High schoolers have a keen sense for violence, and these students were no less trained to see the tell tale early signs of an oncoming fight. They perked up, shouldering backpacks and creeping in closer as Emily, now transformed with flaring, thick biceps and powerful, bulky calves, stomped into Jamey’s face.

“Change of plans, asshole.” She spat, her voice finally coming out without an ounce of hesitation. Her eyes shot just above the other boy’s head, seeing the peeking spots of his scalp from her raised perspective. “I’m not raising your curse-” Her face broke open with a sneering grin.

One of her hands lunged out, the fingers thick and girthy while her arm flared and tensed with the muscles ebbing through it. She could feel all the control of the situation held in her arms around her. She felt a certain certainty in the moment, no one could challenge her as the Alpha Male. “Instead, I’ve decided to put you in your place. I am the Alpha Male. You seem to think you have some power-”

As she spoke, her fingers shoved forward. She gripped his shirt, lifting him till her first pressed into his chin and his back went flush to the hard brick behind. Behind her, she could feel the crowd gathering, pressing in closer and closer.

“You have no power!” With a flinch and a tense of her strength, she flung him backwards towards the crowd, spilling his tumbling limbs into the dust of the school’s yard. He cowered down, his lips curling in a snarl. “What are you talking about, freak?”

“You are just a pervert. A nothing. I’m in charge now.” She hauled him up again, this time raising her opposite hand as the fingers curled down, one by one, into a solid fist that shot through the air, slamming into his cheek with a cracking burst of breaking and a crying whimper from his lips. “You’re not going to harass anyone anymore! Never! Again!”

A chorus of cheers exploded around her. The familiar voices of the girls she’d so many times heard muttering “No, stop!” : “I don’t like that!” ; “Hey! Knock it off!” were now shouting different celebrations!

“Take that!”

“Yeah, asshole! There’s a new boss in town!”

“Fuck you!”

Emily felt her chest swelling, so much power was in her fists, her arms! She smacked him down again, pounding him into the dust until finally, finally at long last he whimpered out a call of surrender: “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Okay! No more! No more!”

She let him slump there on the ground as the girls paraded around her, swarming to grab her arms, squeeze the bulging biceps, as Jessica Lang- arguably the hottest, most popular girl in the school- pressed into her chest, purring. “How can I ever thank you?”

She’d defeated Jamey. She’d earned back honor and safety for all the girls. She’d been hit on.

“What a success!”

******

After the crowd had spread and the celebration had died down, Emily stood to walk the weakened Jamey home. He stared at his feet with every step, watching him as he plodded the path to his house.

“I think he’s finally really changed...”

In front of his house, she paused beside him, meeting his bright eyes. “I’ll lift the curse now, your bad luck will end-” She hesitated a moment, searching for the words, but with a soft sigh, she said simply what she felt. “I don’t hate you, I never have. I never really wanted to fight... I love you.”

She felt the familiar tingling in her toes as the spell began to hesitate around her form. She could feel it warning her that its effects would end now, just as she’d timed them too, but before they did when she still held the masculine, bulging form of the alpha male, she felt a sudden warmth pressing into her lips as Jamey pulled her into a fierce kiss.

“H-he’s kissing me!” She thought with a jolt of shocked. “He’s kissing me! Me! A boy! He’s kissing me as a boy!”

At first, her mind wrestled to comprehend this tough Jamey willingly kissing her, as a boy, but at the same time she felt a stirring, a rush of arousal slamming into her once again this time without the burn of rejection and humiliation following. She pushed him towards the house, kissing him and grabbing for his chest, tearing away the shirt that hid away the chiseled for of his chest beneath as they fell down the hallway to his bedroom.

Their feet seemed to know the way, just stumbling together in a locked pair as Emily continued to kiss him, grabbing for his hips and guiding them into her in a writhing, grinding motion.

Then, in a tangled tumble of limbs, they are on the bed. Emily felt skin on her own. “He’s so warm...” She thought. Her hips were jerking, thrusting herself towards the source of the heat in a spilling, flowing and developing scene. Jamey seemed to move with her, not shying away from her form, but welcoming her strength and powerful form as she guided him, pushing him back on the bed as she sidled over him.

She felt herself sliding against his thigh, her jutting cock searching out the hot round of his ass. “Are you sure? Are you ready?” She murmured, but he barely hesitated. His hands stroked down her biceps, cooing at her guidance, melting beneath her touch.

“God, I feel like a God...” She thought, nearly giggling at the sheer rush of excitement, of endorphins flooding her. Her body was pulsing with energy. She felt her blood pounding through her body, racing to fuel her.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Waves of pleasure hit her with the first glancing heat of her body. He clenched around her so, squeezing her, milking her inside him as she grabbed onto his body, suddenly finding the towering boy who so often stood close enough that she only saw his chest filling her entire frame of vision, but now it was her who was bigger, who had the power.

She felt the power as she slammed into him, hilting with a hollering cry of pure, almost animalistic pleasure. Hints of the original strain of alpha male status seemed to tinge her sexual appetite, flooding her with a burning need to dominant, to fuck.

At the same time, she was a babbling source of assurances, constantly bending till her lips grazed his ear. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?” Before she turned him again, bending him onto his knees so her hands could slap onto his ass with an echoing sound. The shape of his body spilled on the bed beneath her. No longer was he the dominant, the man pushing the girl to the locker. No, he was pushed to the bed. He looked back at her, cooing approval and melting under her touch.

“God, yes! Yes!” She thought. Months of longing, weeks of building and rising lust finally peaked, finally pleasured.

Sweat and sex filled the air with their thick, musky aroma. The slapping, pounding, echoing of their bodies clapping together coupled with the steady thud of the head board

H-

H-

Hitting the wall, over and over again. Every thud another moment where she hilted herself as deep as she would fit inside of his squeezing, clenching heat.

She moaned with delight, hollering out her pleasure. Jamey’s own pleasure, his part seemed so diminished when coupled with her display of power. Every muscle seemed to jump out in stark comparison on her frame. Her legs were tensed, pounding herself forward. Her arms strained to pull him back against her with every passing second.

Sweat glistened down her transformed body, adding a sheen of magical or mystique over her already incredible form. Her cock was drooling, spitting its warning of thick, stringy precum as she pounded harder and harder.

“A-are you still okay? Does it hurt? Am I hurting you?” She asked, though silently, she realized: “I’ve never imagined having to ask him that before...”

Pressure began to built. Her groin felt like the hot spot for a building flood of disaster. Every beat of her heart echoed through her thick, juicy cock that slammed into the stretched, supple frame beneath. The orgasm inched closer. Her breathing grew jagged. Hoarse, yelping sounds of joy broke from her, coming in rough bursts of delight. “Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Jamey! Do you feel it! I’m going to cum!”

Her fingers clutched onto him harder until every knuckle went white. So much larger than him, overpowering the once great bully, she yanked him back to her like he was a mere rag doll just as her cock gave a final jerking pulse.

Her head fell back, short hair spilling over her forehead as sweat raced and glistened down her bare face. No makeup needed, no styling. Only raw muscle, plain, stripped down power and sex required for her to feel this rush of attraction.

A lasting pump. A hard jerk. Release.

Power was a delirium.

Power was ecstasy.

As she came, she felt every muscles tense. In the final moments of her orgasm and the final moments of the potions effect, Emily felt a hazy sense of accomplishment and pleasure melt over her body like someone had cast her in sweet chocolate. She let herself fall back into the covers, forgetting the rest of her day except for a single though, “Maybe I should start lifting...”