Disgusting Feeling

 

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I was the kind of guy who would say “yes” to everything, and since I was in on the secret of spellcasting, it has led to a few weird experiences. But it seemed like every time, I would get excited to try something new, and halfway through I would end up regretting it. I might be a little more hesitant nowadays…
 
When my magic-using friend asked for help in “collecting” a certain object from the first-year cheerleader he liked, my naive self was just excited to be part of a real panty heist. We waited after school for practice to be over, hiding near the vending machine that she always went to. As soon as I saw the reflection of her colorful outfit in the window, I heard him whisper the words, and just like that, I was in her body.
 
I was shocked when he came around the corner—I knew she had a small build, but he basically towered over me, and I couldn’t believe how much I had to crane my neck to be able to look him in the eye. I watched as he looked over me, at her body—first at my eyes, then lower. I tried to remain calm, but something deep inside me wanted to feel creeped out. When he touched my hand, my skin ran with the feeling of watery sweat between us. I felt it all over myself, and now that I was thinking about it, I could feel the exhaustion in her body from the intense workout that she had just come from.
 
I went ahead and pulled off the first “prize,” her dirt-stained, dripping sock, which felt heavy in her hand. I could smell it intensely, but I could feel no sense of attraction or hotness at all. I had been wondering if partially undressing as a girl might be satisfying somehow, secretly hoping that I might get a sexual rush out of it, but I just felt flat and disgusting, like a dirty, tired person. I held the thing up for him in her thin fingers, when he asked if I could do something else…

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I sat there, shyly holding my arms out in front of me as he fucked the sock, my hands gripping around his member through the fabric. I could feel his gaze on me again, on her face, but I couldn’t make myself look away from my hands and what I was doing. I just focused on holding it steady as he thrust again and again. I realized I was using almost all of my strength to hold him back, gripping him fairly hard. My arms felt cold and thin and weak, like I didn’t want to hold them or even feel anything through them anymore. When he released, I calmly rubbed the sock along his length, collecting it all inside without much emotion.
 
I snapped out of it when I heard footsteps. I quickly fumbled and put it back on her leg, standing straight as I saw my friend quickly duck into the next classroom. The disgusting sperm covered my foot, and I instantly regretted what I did. I felt it pooling between my toes, its warmth contrasting the rest of the sock, which had gone cold and was tingling around my ankle. I knew I would have to spend even more time washing it off. I awkwardly avoided looking at the student walking by, and once they were gone, I hung my head and let out a tired sigh of relief. Unfortunately, I was about to be informed that getting coated with bodily fluids was going to make it impossible for the possession to be reversed.