Hello all, a new story that might potentially be a series if it does well :) This one is about a witch who hires a futanari for her cum for help with a beautification potion!
Contains: futa on female, hyper/huge cock, excessive cum and cum inflation, transformation and expansion, bimbofication.
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The moon sat high and full, a beautiful beacon against a canvas of darkness - but no one in the city was lucky enough to see it. Black clouds blanketed the night sky, occasionally illuminated by a strike of lightning, a menacing sight only enhanced by the torrential downpour that packed the air. The rain was coming down so hard, it was falling in sideways
sheets
rather than drops, soaking the numerous buildings below it. Winds blew hard enough to tear branches from trees and uplift bushes. A chilly, but persistently familiar event for the residents of this metropolis, most of whom were huddled in their homes, sitting by fires and cuddled up in blankets, warm drinks in hand.
An exception was cautiously turning into an apartment complex.
Small, red, and dated by about three decades, the creaking car jerked forward, its headlights cutting a swath of illumination across the street. It slowed to a crawl as it pulled up to the front of the first set of buildings, creeping between sets of parked vehicles. Coming to a sudden stop, the engine groaning in protest, there was a cautious pause before it sputtered to life again and slinked towards an empty parking spot. Rattling for several moments before turning off, the headlights going dark, it sat silently except for the back and forth swiping off its wipers, only a small light brightening it's interior.
A large building loomed before it. Clearly old and poorly maintained, painted in that ugly tan color all cheap apartments seemed to be, it loomed gloomily, only a few sources of light peeking from its depths. Balconies, most of which were sparsely decorated, dotted its outside, a few plants and flags covering their assorted railings. A glass door at the front, half-covered by numerous flyers and signs, presented a not-quite inviting entrance, like the series of abodes
didn't
want people entering them. All in all, a typical sight for this part of town.
Thunder clapped overhead.
The door of the car flung open, a hooded figure hastily sliding out of it. Slamming it shut, they scurried towards the building, hunched over as if to protect themselves from the monsoon swirling around them. Sneaker-clad feet splashed across the pavement as the person moved towards the front door as fast as they could without slipping, fighting against the persistent gusts that whipped at them. A handheld square of light brightened the front of their jacket-clad form, casting a shine over a pair of large brown eyes that squinted through the liquid flurry. The individual finally made it to the building, and quickly entered it's somewhat-warmer confines. They paused before going any further.
Throwing their hood back exposed their face to the dim lighting of the building. Skin like chocolate came into view, smooth and blemish free. Her, as the face was of a feminine variety, features betrayed her feelings about where she was. Her large lips were pursed, their partially pink and brown hue tightening into her wide-set mouth. Normally naturally flared, the woman's nostrils pulled inward, like she was trying to block an expected bad smell. Thin, threaded, black brows furrowed over her caramel colored eyes - eyes that scanned over the set of doors in front of her.
Pushing a loose strand of curly red-brown hair behind one of her lobe-pierced ears, the girl looked at her phone again. Sighing, she walked up a set of stairs next to her, taking each step carefully. Gliding a small hand over the railing, her cut-short nails tapped against the chips in its paint; the carpet on the steps mirrored this dilapidated state, several stains and tears splayed across each one. They led to, predictably, another set of doors, and after a quick glance, she walked up to the next floor as well. It was here on the third floor that she located her destination.
Standing in front of an off-white door, she studied the number etched onto its front as if to make absolutely
sure
she was at the right one. Her soaked sneakers dripped onto the plain black welcome mat as she bounced on the balls of her feet, looking at her phone once more. The woman could feel her heart pound heavily in her chest, her eyes roaming around the outside of the apartment - not that there was exactly much to look at. Was she really about to do this? Was she really going to do something so wild? Was she really about to
masturbate
in front of a stranger!?
"Well, money is money," she muttered under her breath as she raised a fist to the door, "and rent
is
due soon..."
Sucking in a deep breath, she knocked. Wincing as her knuckles made contact with the wood, she quickly lowered her arm, joining the other stiff at her sides. She stood in this at-attention pose, perfectly still, as she listened for any noise behind the barrier to entry; her chest tightened as she heard the tell-tale sound of feet pattering across carpet. The few seconds it took until the knob jiggled felt like an eternity, and the dark-skinned girl realized she'd been subconsciously holding her breath. She exhaled as the door unlocked.
The storm continued to rage outside.
"Gabrielle?" a low voice called out from the small space between the door and the frame, the person behind it having barely cracked it open.
"Uh yeah, it's me," Gabrielle confirmed awkwardly, nervously scratching at her curly hair, which was pulled back into a bushy ponytail, "are you, uh... Robin?"
The clinking of metal was all the response she received back as the sounds of several locks and chains being opened filled in the silence. The door creaked as it was open fully, revealing the stranger behind it for the first time. A pale visage, so pale she almost looked like a
corpse
, peered at her over a flat, single-studded nose and through smokily made-up eyes that were nearly as dark as the makeup surrounding them. A slender hand lifted, moving a strand of hair, dyed cyan against a sheet of black, out of her face. Thin painted-purple lips smiled at her as the woman stepped aside.
"Please come in."
She raised a clothed arm, welcoming Gabrielle into her home. Her top was... interesting, to say the least. Black, long sleeved and covering her modest chest, yet ending above her belly button which was adorned by a small skull-shaped piercing. As she moved her short skirt fluttered, also black, showing off plenty of creamy thigh flesh. The rest of her legs were bare, except for a pair of fishnets that came up above her knees; she was barefoot as well, minus the aforementioned leg covering.
She was not what Gabrielle had expected.
"Ah, thank you," she muttered, blushing at Robin's somewhat-scantily clad form. Gabrielle took a step inside, kicking her shoes off next to several other assorted pairs of boots and heels. Entering the rather plain hallway first, she waited a moment to let the goth girl lead the way. The door closed behind her and the lithe figure of her host wafted past her. Following closely behind, she cast a look at her surroundings while trying not to ogle the stranger in front of her, finding the place somewhat normal looking; this quickly changed as the pair waltzed into the living room.
Paintings and posters adorned the walls, most seeming to depict sorrowful imagery and bands she had never heard of. A worn looking leather couch sat at its center, several open books of varying thickness and a laptop resting atop its cushions. A dark wooden coffee table was several feet away, cups of unknown liquids, plastic bags filled with assorted things Gabrielle couldn't make out from where she was standing, and several lit candles covering it; and in the middle was a small burner currently heating the bottom of a gray pot, which looked to be filled with water.
This was
also
not what Gabrielle had expected.
"Something the matter?" Robin questioned, noticing her guest's bemused expression.
"No, uh it's just," Gabrielle tried to find the right way to phrase her thoughts, "this place is just different from what I expected I guess. It all is."
"What do you mean? Not to your liking?"
"No no, I guess I just figured you'd live in like, a cabin in the woods or something."
