Everyone had warned Lucas not to do it.
“Don’t paint under Black Bridge,” the old men in the neighborhood would say. “There’s an ancient curse there. They say whoever leaves their mark on those walls… doesn’t come out the same.”
Lucas laughed in their faces. He was the best graffiti artist in the district and didn’t believe in ghost nonsense. That night, with his backpack full of spray cans, he snuck under the abandoned bridge. The spot was perfect: a huge, clean wall visible from the highway. He was going to create his masterpiece.
He started spraying with confidence. Big letters, vibrant colors, his signature large at the end. He was so focused he didn’t even notice the strange wind that began to blow.
Suddenly, an intense heat spread through his entire body. His hands trembled. The spray can fell to the ground.
“What the fuck…?”
He felt his bones cracking, his skin stretching and contracting at the same time. His chest swelled, his waist narrowed, his hips widened with a sharp and pleasurable pain. His hair grew down to his shoulders in seconds. Between his legs, he felt everything change shape in a brutal and definitive way.
When the pain and heat finally disappeared, Lucas no longer existed.
In his place stood a young woman with a curvy body, soft skin, and a pretty face. Her clothes had also transformed: she was now wearing a tight female overall that accentuated her new curves and a cap placed over her long hair.
She looked at her small hands, touched her chest, and let out a high-pitched, feminine scream.
“No… this can’t be…”
She had barely started to process what had happened when she heard the sound of boots on the gravel.
“Police. Don’t move.”
A tall, muscular officer appeared under the beam of his flashlight. He looked her up and down: a disheveled girl in overalls and a cap, standing in front of a freshly painted wall.
“What are you doing here at this hour?” he asked in a deep voice.
She tried to speak, but her voice came out soft and trembling:
“I… I didn’t… this isn’t what it looks like…”
The officer saw the spray cans scattered on the ground and shook his head.
“Graffiti artist, huh? You’re under arrest for vandalism. Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
The new girl obeyed, still in shock. The officer approached from behind, spread her legs with his foot, and began to frisk her. His large hands roamed over her new curves with much more attention than necessary.
“Damn…” he murmured, almost surprised. “You’re pretty hot for a criminal.”
His hands moved down her hips. With one tug, he pulled down the straps of her overalls and stripped her completely, leaving her naked against the wall. She let out an involuntary moan as she felt the cold air on her skin.
“Hey… what are you doing?” she protested weakly.
The officer pressed himself against her, pushing his body into hers. His voice sounded hoarse against her ear:
“Listen, beautiful. I can arrest you right now and take you to the station. Or… we can make a deal. No one has to know about this.”
She felt the cold air on her exposed new pussy.
“You just have to behave… and I’ll let you go.”
The girl (who used to be Lucas) wanted to scream, wanted to run, but her treacherous body reacted when the officer unzipped his pants and penetrated her with one hard thrust from behind, right against the wall she had just painted.
“Fuck… you’re so tight,” he growled as he started thrusting hard.
She pressed her forehead against the wall, moaning with every thrust. The sound of her moans echoed under the bridge along with the wet slapping of their bodies.
“Good girl…” the officer whispered, gripping her hips tightly. “If you keep moaning like that, I might even clean the mural for you myself.”
He fucked her mercilessly against the wall until her legs shook and a shameful orgasm ran through her entire body.
The girl remained on the ground for a few moments, but the officer, far from being satisfied, still had a rock-hard cock. He firmly grabbed the girl’s head and pressed it against his dick. Lucas’s male mind wanted to resist, but her body, docile because of the curse, became completely vulnerable to pleasure. Instinct took over and she began sucking the man’s cock on her own.
The taste wasn’t unpleasant at all. It was as if her new body gave her the ability to enjoy the flavor and the sensations. Lucas’s mind filled with doubts — he had never been gay. He was straight. But the taste felt strangely natural, as if changing his body had also changed his preferences.
When he finished, the officer pulled up his pants, gave her a hard slap on the ass, and smiled satisfied.
“Go on, get out of here. And next time… listen to the warnings from the neighborhood.”
The girl stayed there, panting, legs trembling, with semen running down her thighs and throat, staring at her half-finished mural.
Now she perfectly understood why no one should ever graffiti the walls under Black Bridge.
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