Go fuck yourself

Kofi stood there, the cool evening air doing little to douse the fire raging in his gut. His ex, Sarah, with her audacious curves and those sinful tattoos that danced around her navel and snaked up her right leg, just kept staring at him. He’d just told her it was over, laid it out as gently as he could, but gentle didn't seem to compute with Sarah. She was wearing these denim short-shorts that were practically painted on, just enough fabric to call them shorts but they rode up her ass so high they were basically panties. Her white cropped cardigan, tied right in the middle, left her navel on full display, and a sliver of underboob peeked out from the thin fabric. Even in his anger, Kofi couldn't deny she was a goddamn goddess. Or was a goddess, he corrected himself with a bitter taste in his mouth.

"You really think this is how it ends, Kofi?" Her voice, usually a soft purr, was now a low growl, a rumble that vibrated through the humid air. He just shrugged, trying to project an indifference he didn't feel. Fuck, she was hot, even when she was pissed. He had no idea, not a clue in his thick skull, that Sarah was a practicing witch, that her anger was a crucible of dark power simmering beneath that enticing exterior.

"Yeah, Sarah. It's over. I'm done." The words hung in the air, heavy and final.

Her eyes, usually a sparkling blue, seemed to darken, flecks of gold appearing in their depths. A faint shimmer, almost imperceptible, rippled around her. Kofi blinked, chalking it up to the setting sun playing tricks on his eyes. Then, a sudden, jarring thump reverberated through his entire being. It felt like his insides had dropped to his feet, a weird, unsettling lurch. His eyes instinctively darted down.

A gasp, sharp and involuntary, ripped from his throat. Gone were his strong, muscular legs, his familiar dick nestled comfortably in his boxer briefs under his jeans. In their place, the impossibly smooth, tattooed thighs of Sarah, encased in those ridiculous, yet undeniably sexy, denim shorts, stretched out before him. His hands, now oddly pale and slender, instinctively flew down, pressing against the firm, peachy globes of her ass, outlined perfectly by the tight fabric. Then he ran them up his now smooth, tatted navel and cupped the impossible breasts now on his chest, feeling the erect nipples through the thin fabric of the cardigan he now wore. A strange, moist heat, alien yet immediately intoxicating, was pooling between his new legs. His cock, his old cock, was… gone. Just a smooth, soft mound where it should have been and a large set of tits on his chest.

He looked up, frantic, his eyes wide with a horror. Sarah stood before him, her face still radiating fury, but now, beneath her neck, was his body. His thick, muscled torso, his wide shoulders, clad in his usual worn t-shirt and jeans. 

"What the fuck, Sarah?!" Kofi bellowed, his voice cracking with disbelief. "Give me back my dick! What did you do, you crazy bitch?!" He stumbled forward, his new, slender legs feeling like foreign stilts beneath him, the denim shorts clinging uncomfortably to his new ass.

Sarah just smirked, a cruel, triumphant twist of her lips. She reached down, her now thick fingers, fumbling with the waistband of her jeans. With a slow, deliberate motion, she pulled them down, revealing Kofi's old cock, dark and flaccid, resting against her inner thigh.

"You want it back, Kofi?" she purred, her voice dripping with venomous sweetness. She took a step closer, her bare feet pressing into the rough pavement. Kofi stared, mesmerized, utterly helpless as she began to chant, a low, guttural murmur that seemed to warp the very air around them. He couldn't make out the words, but a sickly green light, faint but undeniable, began to emanate from her hands as they wrapped around his former member.

He watched, horrified and morbidly fascinated, as she pulled. Gently at first, then harder, her fingers gripping his cock. It stretched, elongated, and then, with a sickening pop, it pulled completely free, detaching from her old body. It didn't bleed, didn't leave a gaping wound. Instead, as she held it aloft, it began to twist, the familiar flesh hardening, until it was nothing more than a smooth, perfectly formed, dark-colored dildo.

Sarah giggled, a harsh, unfeeling sound. She tossed the dildo into Kofi's trembling, new, delicate hand. "Here," she sneered, the words laced with pure malice. "Go fuck yourself."

She spun on her heel, and began to walk away. She laughed, a high, mocking sound that echoed in the twilight as she strutted away, leaving Kofi standing there, a hot, throbbing wetness spreading between his newly acquired thighs, and a dildo in his hand that was once his own cock. The worst part was, he could feel his new body actually aching for him to shove the dildo in his new pussy. He just stared in shock as Sarah disappeared through the hallway.