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'Oh shit, shit, shit!' Mike nervously scrolled through the pictures on his unfamiliar phone, his newly manicured fingers trembling as he tried to find one where he wasn't in some vulgar pose. But every single photo showed his new body—plump lips pouting, hands caressing his large chest, or sucking seductively on his own fingers.

"Fuck! I just took this photo!" Mike whined, his voice high-pitched and nasal, a far cry from the deep tone he once had. He was supposed to take a simple selfie, but every time he tried, his body automatically struck some provocative pose. Panic surged through him as he realized how out of control he was.

"Ma'am, excuse me, but this is a public place" a male policeman's voice suddenly said, making Mike shudder and look at the approaching person. 'Fuck! I need to take a selfie right here, otherwise... god, why is he so handsome' Mike's thoughts suddenly changed and he bit his lip as he looked at the policeman. His hand automatically reached for his large chest and began to slowly massage it. He had to take a selfie right now to prove something—what, he couldn't even remember—but suddenly, all he could think about was how handsome the cop looked.

"Ma'am... what are you..." the officer began, his voice trailing off as he stared at her.

"I'm sorry, officer," Mike purred, surprised at how natural the words felt. His fingers lightly traced the officer's chest, feeling the power shift in the air. Without thinking, he dropped to his knees, feeling a mix of shame and a twisted excitement. His hands fumbled with the officer's belt, his lips curving into a smile that both horrified and thrilled him.

"Please, officer," he whispered, eyes wide with faux innocence, "let me make it up to you..." He glanced up, batting long lashes, lips curled into a seductive smile.

A week ago, he’d lost a bet with some old wizard he thought was just a crazy old man. The bet had seemed simple: win, and he'd get anything he wanted; lose, and... well, Mike hadn't really listened to the part about losing. He never expected to lose. But now, Mike had lost—completely, utterly lost. The wizard’s curse had worked perfectly, trapping him in a body designed to humiliate him at every turn. And now, there was no escape.