Author's Note: Thank you all so much for the support for this story so far! I'm excited for the direction this story is going, and I hope you all are, too. I didn't want to make this chapter abnormally long, so I split the events into two chapters. The second of them (Chapter 4) will be released much faster than my usual publishing timeline. Stay tuned for more muscled-up witch dominatrix shenanigans coming soon. As always, comments are greatly appreciated, and feel free to reach out with any ideas you may have for the story. Peace!
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In a realm adjacent to our own, all thrives in darkness. Time flows all at once, while simultaneously failing to exist. Anything that has ever happened, happens now, or has yet to happen in the Earth realm is able to be observed from this world.
Some would associate this omnipresent observance with the idea of divine protection, or guardian angels. Any being that oversees with this much power has to be a power for good, yes?
This is no such thing. This is realm is perverse. A purgatory, though not a purposeless limbo. A theater for damned souls to pore over those that live. Like a starving peasant, hours from death, watching his lord engorge in the most succulent of roasts. It is a punishment, a draining cuckoldry. Designed to make those with blackened souls and sinful desires suffer as they're made to watch all that they can no longer participate in unfold in front of them.
At least,
most
can no longer participate.
Some of the damned watch with longing, yearning the love or riches lost. Others spite, cursing those that wronged them in life or betrayed them to death. But a few bide their time. These are the wiser few. Those who've found cracks in the walls of their prison. Those who take what they can, little by little, piece by piece. Until finally, they've garnered enough power, enough strength, to ascend, and escape the withering hell.
One of these few is familiar. Their existence in this realm goes beyond human comprehension, as they both exist and do not all at once in the formless darkscape. But, for the sake of narrative, imagine this familiar, inky black silhouette, vaguely feminine, poring over a an observational viewport. She watches on as her gift is put to use. Though on the smallest of scales now, she feels ever so slightly enlivened, empowered. She is hungry for more.
"Another prospect?" A voice, more masculine in its tone, questions her.
"Mmmm. Angry, boundless, and driven by jealousy," the familiar voice responds, gaze not leaving her spectating glass. Through the glass, a dark-haired girl, strong and tall, holds a frail little woman's face like she is her pet. The male silhouette gazes down at the viewing glass as well, gaining the context of the two's encounter instantly.
"She's barely grazed the surface of what you've given her, it seems."
The familiar voice giggles.
"Yes. But we both sense what is to come. What her future holds."
"Has she experimented with anything that isn't...surface-level to this point? As in, her power to alter beyond just appearance?"
"Give her time. She'll realize the broadness of her abilities soon. She'll start actualizing her little lust-filled revenge plot on an even wider scale, and I'm sure she'll enjoy what comes after..."
The two entities view on as the newly empowered prospect details all that is to come in her little subject's future, the meek little woman trembling in her grasp.
They quiet as they spectate another woman join the two.
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The woman to which the stern voice belonged had rounded the bend of the bathroom's entrance and stood only a few feet from the two. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail that ran through the back of a baseball cap. She wore a shirt with some local football team's logo on the front that hugged her trim, yet womanly form. Her nondescript black leggings clung to her shapely legs. Her skin was tanned, though just enough to not appear overly fake. She had creases here and there, some visible on her face in a way that told her age flatteringly. She stood at what looked around 5'4" or so, still close to a foot taller than Maria. The Latina guessed she was somewhere near her 40s, and had the sort of natural beauty that would drive all the other mothers at soccer practice wild with jealousy.
Maria locked eyes with the newcomer, an intense, shameful heat washing over her. To be seen in such a compromising, unclothed state was one thing, but to be seen in her changed, shrunken, and pathetic body was immeasurably more embarrassing. Her hands did little to preserve any semblance of modesty.
And the woman did
not
stop staring, a look of abject disdain etched in her expression at the lewd display. The three stood in silence as, Maria guessed, the woman thought of what to say next.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke.
"
Join
you," she mimicked, hardly able to contain the disgust in her voice, "in doing what? This w-weird... sex thing?" She scoffed, shaking her head. "First off, girl, we are in a
public
restroom. This nasty stuff can wait until you and your little girlfriend here go home." She turned her gaze to Emily, locking eyes with the witch and making sure to slick every word with venom. "And second off, I have no interest in any of what you lesbians get up to. You're sick in the head, and we'd all be better off if you just kept quiet and scissored each other in private."
The playful, sinister smile that had encompassed Emily's face for the whole exchange dropped and shattered in an instant. A fire lit in the witch's eyes, completely unlike the pleasure-fueled flame that Maria had seen before. It wasn't a look of playfulness nor of toying sadism. It felt very, gravely, serious. The Latina knew better than to be in the witch's path, and silently crept out of the way, hoping that whatever power she was about to exert on this -
admittedly rude,
she thought - woman wouldn't extend to her own body any more.
Her heartbeat ceasing to slow, Maria backed against the sink counter, before slowly creeping a foot or so further back. This gave her a more complete view of just how tiny she'd become, as Emily now looked like a muscular giant from where she stood. The muscles of her back and shoulders were discernable through the fabric of her baggy top while her pitch black hair draped over. Her legs and thighs were nearly as toned as Maria's were.
Or rather,
had been.
It sent shivers throughout her body as the powerlessness of her position finally set in. She was helpless. Traitorous in a way that she despised, her sex had remained sopping wet from the moment it'd been caressed before, almost like it got some sick form of pleasure from the whole experience.
Emily was silent. She had hardly moved from her spot during this whole conversation. On the other end, the older woman stared back, a deep abhorrence steadfast in her expression, though now with hints of growing confusion. The silence was unnerving, and it eventually made her cave and continue her chastising.
"Fine. You know what? I'll go tell the front desk about this indecency. Say goodbye to your memberthips," she spits out, stopping to swallow in the middle of her thought. "Or-or you know whath? I'll go get my huthband. He'th a lawyer. Both of you are cauthing me a loth of dithress, and I juth... and I juth..."
She loses her train of thought, the words becoming harder and harder for her mouth to produce. Inside it, an intense, poignant heat grew stronger with every second. The sensation felt like a full hive of bees, buzzing and prickling throughout her whole mouth. Though where the sensation was centered, she couldn't discern. All the anger on the blonde's face has dissipated, the confusion overcoming it thoroughly.
"You just, you just, what," Emily asks. "I'd tell you to spit it out, but it looks like you're already doing just that," she continues, pointing at the woman's chin.
"Whath? Whath are you..." the woman started, cut herself short, and sealed her lips tight. She looked down as a droplet falls onto the tiled floor. As she raised her hand to her face, she felt her chin and discovered it to be wet and covered in her own saliva. The confusion in her expression added hints of concern as she felt around her lips and mouth for anything abnormal. Despite the encompassing heat, nothing felt out of place. As seconds passed, however, the sensation grew more uncomfortable, like a mouthful of piping hot tea. From the outside, it looked like her cheeks were slowly filling, as if she was swishing water. The woman's curiosity got the better of her, and she opened her mouth to find the cause of the feeling.
Horror encompassed her whole expression as her tongue unfurled from her mouth. It flopped out swollen two times as wide and dangled at least a couple inches past her chin, saliva drooling from it like a dog's would. The prickling faded in the cool air, and let her feel every inch of her grown appendage. Her blue eyes were wide and held on it while the rest of her face contorted in shock.
"Whath the thuck?! Why ith thith happening? Did... did you..." the woman trails off, realizing how absurd any sort of accusation would sound. She turned around quickly to go to the mirror. In the reflection, she only grew more horrified at the change that had swollen her tongue. Racking her brain for anything that could explain it, she continued probing it with her eyes, before tentatively raising a finger to touch it. Upon hardly pressing against it, an overwhelming, yet pleasureful shock shook rocked her brain and reverberated throughout her body. It sent shivers across her form, hairs standing on end and flares of arousal faintly going off in her most sensitive areas. The feeling was almost enough to make her forget all around her, forget the gym, and forget the odd woman behind her with her little friend.
"Thith hath to be an allerthic reacthun," she spoke with difficulty, becoming embarrassed of her slurred speech, "I neeth a thoctor, so I'm... going." Her blonde hair whirling behind her, she started for the hallway to the bathrooms exit.
"Well,
girl,
they aren't going to be able to help you," Emily uttered, "because I did that to you."
The woman stopped in her tracks, and turned back to face Emily. She was more than confused before, but now she was totally lost.
"Come on, do you really believe that sort of thing would just happen to you now? Out of the blue, with no cause, so far into your miserable life," she continued, the sadistic tone Maria had experienced before now growing in her voice with an added layer of venom. "I bet you just love running your mouth. Saying all those hateful things to people you don't even know, letting all those insults just roll off your tongue." The woman watches as the smile creeps its way back onto the witch's face. "I just knew I had to do something about that. So, seeing as how we
