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Vengeance by Voodoo
By: Sir Render (sirrender@syntheticdimension.net)

Their marriage had been short and the divorce messy. Although Alexis had cheated on him, she walked away with half of everything Gary owned.

At first he had not believed that Alexis was cheating on him. She so often refused sex with him and appeared frigid toward everyone. He had not married her for sex and she didn't seem to mind. When he caught her on the bedroom floor with his friend Angelo, riding him like a pony with her perky b-cup breasts bouncing rhythmically, he figured out why she rarely felt the need for sex with her husband.

But that was unimportant in the divorce court where she had pretty much taken Gary for all he was worth. Naturally this left Gary bitter and he had been seeking ways to get back at the bitch for months now. The answer came to him quite by accident when he was fairly well shoved into a tiny back street shop by a thunderous crowd at Mardi Gras. Within the dimly lit, heavily incensed room he found a stern looking middle aged black woman clad in gaudy colors and numerous large golden hoop earrings.

Within the shop were assembled countless trinkets made of iron and wood. Many depicted sinister faces engraved or molded into them while others depicted serpents and spiders.

"Welcome to Madame Bouffet's House of Voodoo," the woman intoned gravely.

"Voodoo, eh?" Gary said. "Like voodoo dolls and that sort of thing?"

"Yes, we have the voodoo dolls and we have the potions and we have the books containing the spells. I sense..." she paused while looking Gary over. "I sense that ya be seeking revenge on someone who was once close to yer heart. Someone ya might like to see... humiliated."

"I don't think so," he lied.

"Come now, Madame Bouffet knows these things. I see more than ya might realize. Now let me see here. It may be a spell ye be wanting to weave. Per'aps this person be needing a run of bad luck. Maybe losing a job, needing to come back to ye for help so's ye can turn them down."

"No, no I don't think so. I don't want her back."

"Ahh, so I was right. There is someone ye be wanting to take revenge on after all. Well then, if it ain't a spell ye be seeking, maybe I can interest you in one of our dolls. Not just an ordinary doll, mind you. I don't think ye be wanting to stick pins in her, but maybe... well I'll let you decide how to use it." With that, Madame Bouffet handed Gary a lump of soft clay in the form of a woman. "Ye must concentrate on the person you wish to come to bad luck while ye hold this item. Think hard about her. Every detail of her face, of her hair, of her eyes and her nose. Every curve and line in her body. Ye know it fairly well, I'm sure."

Gary took the clay doll with a shrug and thought of Alexis. After a minute he handed it back to the woman saying, "It doesn't seem to work."

"Oh come on now, ye hardly tried. Concentrate! Think hard about her. Ye want to see her humiliated, ye must think about her. Form the clay in her image in your mind. Think now!"

Gary tried again, squeezing his eyes shut and bringing up a clear image of Alexis; her medium height, narrow waisted body rocking back and forth on Angelo's body, her 36B tits bouncing and rolling like small water balloons and her dyed red hair swaying freely around smooth alabaster her shoulders. He vividly saw her simple facial features, a slightly upturned nose, thin pink lips, and smooth almost angular cheeks. A moment later, upon opening his eyes, he nearly dropped the clay doll as he beheld the exact image of Alexis in his hands. The doll had formed into an exact replica of her naked body, down to the tiny platinum blonde pubic hairs outlining her vagina.

"Now then," said Madane Bouffet, "I be accepting payment by cash or credit card." In a haze of wicked thoughts, Gary paid her fifty dollars for the figurine and left her shop.

Days past as Gary thought of every way to use the magical doll to get revenge on his ex-wife. The loss of a limb, balding, a piggish snout for a nose, maybe even turning her into a man. But none of this would do for the real thing. When he finally made up his mind, Gary called Alexis and asked to meet her for lunch on a purely business level. She hesitantly agreed and the plan was put into effect.

The following day, lounging in a chair in a hotel room overlooking the little street cafe where he'd asked Alexis to meet him, Gary waited for her arrival. Before him on a small end table stood the clay doll, still an exact replica of his ex-wife.

Noon came and passed. She was late. He gritted his teeth and rose to pace across the room. Five minutes later he glanced out the window to see Alexis step from a taxi cab, pay the driver, then turn toward the cafe.

"Now for the fun part," Gary laughed. He again sat comfortably in the chair and held the doll in both hands. He visualized Alexis standing in the street with her breasts growing at an alarming rate. The doll's chest quickly reformed into a C cup, then a full D before moving up to a double D and then an F.

From the street below, Gary heard surprised shouts both from Alexis and from patrons at the cafe as the woman's blouse burst open to fully reveal two proud, swelling breasts. Gary was glad that she had not changed her policy of not wearing a bra. As he watched out of his window, he saw his ex-wife standing in the street, unable to move her legs, with her tits growing to a G cup. She desperately tried to cover her enormous jugs with her hands, and Gary made a quick fix to his vision of her. Her arms, he determined, must be raised and held behind her head.

In the street below, Alexis fought for control of her body as her arms suddenly and without her consent raised above her shoulders and she found herself clasping her hands behind her head. Her still-increasing bust was left on full display and she shrieked for help.

Gary had the doll turn ninety degrees so that Alexis would be facing directly into traffic with her now H cup tits jutting forward. Honks and screeching tires met Gary's ears and he laughed wickedly as she stood right along the side of the road exposing her humongous tits to everyone.

Alexis shrieked again for help but found only slack jawed gawkers with drool running down their chins and hands unceremoniously rubbing, squeezing, and slapping her exposed breasts. And she was powerless to stop them. Try as she might, she could move neither her arms nor her legs.

But suddenly her legs began to move for her, as Gary visualized the doll walking to a seat at the sidewalk cafe. He quickly imagined her reaching down and unzipping her skirt and dropping it to the ground. He then had her sit at the table with her ankles resting on the table top and her legs spread wide apart. Only a pair of shoes and socks and a dainty pair of french cut white satin panties covered her now, and her arms returned to their position behind her head.

Alexis sobbed uncontrollably as hands molested her breasts, fingers ran through her hair, and wet kisses where placed over her face and neck. A moment later she had two men sucking on her now gargantuan nipples which were each easily three inches across the areolas and proudly capping her HH cup breasts. The only consolation was that her tits had stopped growing, but by this point they hung to her navel and were completely exposed such as they had never been before.

Hands began to rub up her legs, her inner thighs, and under the cuffs of her panties. She opened her mouth to scream and was immediately silenced by a pulsing cock thrust into her mouth. She felt it spasm and grown across her tongue as the man face fucked her right there on the sidewalk and others sucked, rubbed, and pinched her huge tits and nipples. Still more hands worked their way into her panties to find her humiliatingly dripping pussy and probe deep into it. A moment later her panties were gone and a young man's head rose between her spread thighs to lick her pussy.

Several minutes of this utter humiliation ensued before the sounds of police sirens startled the assembled crowd. The young man sucking her cunt hit his head on the table as he scrambled to get out, and the man fucking her mouth pulled out just in time to cover her face in hot sticky semen once, twice, and finally a third time.

When the police arrived, they found Alexis completely naked save for socks and shoes, face covered in cum, huge tits glistening with saliva and her pussy dribbling her own juices, with her unrestrained hands held behind her head and unrestrained feet on the table. They could hardly understand why she just lay there, making no move to cover herself or run into hiding. The police escorted her to headquarters with three towels wrapped around her to keep her huge breasts covered, and Gary left his room having deposited his own load of cum onto the clay doll before tossing it into the trash. Alexis' physical transformation would never be scientifically explained and nothing could be linked to her ex-husband.

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