You look out the glass panel in the front door, knowing that Boy Scout was coming around today to sell more cookies. You sensed no magic occurring, but felt an unnatural yearning for this guy. He always seemed pretty aloof, and it puzzled you as to why you crave him so bad.

You were no monster, this kid was probably half your age! That didn’t matter to your body though, and dreams of being taken by the cute Boy Scout played in your head constantly. You’d tried some light aphrodisiacs, but they had no effect on him.

This time you would fix everything, and it would take a lot of skilled spells. You feel sweat trickle down your smooth neck as he turns the corner, and soon you feel the familiar rush in your womanhood.

“I’m getting him this time” You giggle, twirling your hair as you picture what you hope is his cock.

You quickly bend over, picking up the magic robe you had dipped in a love potion.

The robe had been soaking in it for days now, and would've been dripping wet if you hadn’t worked a dry spell into it. The stench emitting from it burns your nostrils, but you smile knowing just how much power it has over men.

Your boobs jiggle as you peel the tight jeans off your slim legs, and you whimper lightly while you unbuckle your onesie. Your hands smell like sex, and turn you on even more as you slip out of the shoulder straps.

You quickly shimmy out of the figure-hugging onesie and pick up the freezing cold robe, pausing as you imagine just how much power you’ll have over the cute guy about to walk in. You shiver as the clingy material sticks to your curvy body, filling you with sexual confidence as you check the window one last time.

You run over to the door and open it before the Boy Scout even finishes knocking, and his jaw drops as your scent fills his nostrils. You feel the familiar tingling and rush in your folds, even more intense this time as you watch the Boy Scout’s face freeze and a bulge develop in his pants.

“O my god…” He says in utter disbelief.

Your body screams for his touch, and your heart races as you grab his scarf and pull him close.

His throbbing cock presses into your waist as he grows hard in your grasp, and you play with his hat strap sexily while he stares down your immense cleavage.

“Another Holder?”, he asks, looking at your hand awkwardly as your grip on his strap loosens.

“And that love potion you made is strong, but I’m a lot more powerful than you could imagine.” The Boy Scout says with a smirk.

“No…” you say, trailing off and backing into your house to keep distance from the powerful sorcerer.

“Sorry I had to turn you on every time I came, but I’m kinda lazy and just never really turn that spell off. I did always wonder how such a beautiful woman like you could resist me, but you being a Holder as well makes perfect sense.”

“Could you stop with that bs? You’re a sorcerer, I’m a sorceress; why do you have to do that pc bullshit with ‘The Holder’? Shut the fuck up!”

This seemed to bother the short Boy Scout, and you could see the gears working in his head.

“You seem to crave control, so I’m gonna take that from you” The sorcerer said, slowly covering your face with his large hand.

“What are you doing?! Stop!!” You cry, frozen in place by a force you could not overcome.

“I’m taking over your will, Mary. Soon you won't be able to have a thought without my permission!” The sorcerer exclaimed as he rubbed the outside of your panties and made you leak onto the floor.

You squirm in your robe, but your feet stay planted as cum drips down your leg. You feel your body submit more as his fingers enter your mouth, and soon the squirming stops entirely.

“Now bring me into your room, baby.” The sorcerer commands.

You feel your body begin to move with a grace reserved for sexy occasions, and you grab his belt giggling. You feel something that wasn’t muscle move your legs, and sway your hips to exaggerate your ass as you take the boy scout to your room.

You could feel the sorcerer’s magic changing your brain chemistry, making you forget the protection spells you were still using against him.

“O my fuck!” Your voice cries out ditzily beyond your control as another barrier in your mind crashes down, making the sorcerer laugh as he continues to weaken your willpower.

You're used to controlling people, but being controlled was a new experience for you! Your face feels numb as your cheeks picked up in a sexy smile, and you want to scream as magic forces you to move your body sexily while bringing the sorcerer to your bed.

You sit down on the mattress, pulling the sorcerer’s belt and talking dirty to him. You lay him down on the bed, begging for the sorcerer's cock as you undress him. Your body gets on its knees while he lies back, and you could feel cum drip from your pulsating pusssy onto your bed sheet.

The sorcerer snaps once he’s in place, and your body immediately makes its way over. You pull his pants off and throw them, licking your lips as you position him right for riding.

You then prop yourself up in his lap, letting the head of his cock separate your lips. You beg for the go ahead with your eyes, and smile once he gives it. Moans erupt from your throat like a pornstar as you plunge your folds down onto the giant cock opening them up. You shiver in delight as your womanhood squeezes the throbbing cock, relishing in each moment of being filled.

Each hop from your legs brings you closer to orgasm, and further from manhood. Your vision begins to fade as your deepest consciousness is consumed by the slutty new bimbo you are, an airhead party girl with an addiction for cock!

You feel yourself give in to the orgasmic cravings, and drift off into blissful daydream. The thrusting and lovemaking put you in sex Nirvana, blocking out all sense as you were filled and brought to the best orgasm ever.

You begin gushing cum, lubing up the sorcerer’s cock as he drilled you into submission. You then feel a trickle of precum and suddenly a vacuum begins inhaling from within you, making yourself feel even fuller!

“Noooo!!! Not the rape protection spel!! How do you still have willpower?!” The sorcerer cries out in shock.

The powerful spell all sorceresses get cast on themselves should’ve been defeated by your lack of self, but clearly there was still a bit of you left.

You could feel yourself become closer in age to the Boy Scout as you absorb his essence, and your skin darkens as you shrink in stature. This spell was meant as a last resort, and was the only one there was simply no defense against.

Being there first, usually the woman’s mind takes over.

Your weak mind fights for control, but the powerful sorcerer’s able to take over.

“Oh my…” He said, feeling his body’s new figure as tight clothes formed on his curvy body.

You shout as your mind is buried by his subconscious, and soon you’re a mere observer without access to his thoughts.

You could feel his horniness increase as your former body tried acclimating to his power, but failing at anything besides turning you both on.

“This body’s too intense, how did she handle it?! I feel my intelligence being overshadowed by desire and lust, it’s only a matter of time before I forget my entire history!” The sorcerer bemoaned.

You could tell he was on to something, you had never been this horny before! You could see projected thoughts of being dominated by large men, sucking, fucking and anything else you can do for them. The arousal pulsates through you two, clouding any rational thought.

You could only watch and experience as your body made its way outside, and you try to focus on anything else as random guys comment and grab at you.

This would never have happened previously, but the sorcerer seemed to be in heaven being groped by strangers.

It felt better than any sex you’d ever had, and got you excited to experience some real touching…