"Celine! The tea is finally ready sweetie!" Abigail called out from the kitchen. The mousy brunette had been looking forward to this for so long. At long last even if just for a night, she could have a break from playing domme with her girlfriend.
The couple had been dating for almost two years now and their relationship was practically perfect for the most part. However, the biggest issue between them was that they were both hopelessly submissive.
Of the two, it was Abigail who had the most experience and confidence to both top and dominate her girlfriend in bed. Celine on the other hand would freeze up any time the taller girl held any ounce of authority. Leaving their dynamic extremely lopsided and it had been wearing heavily on Abigail ever since they identified the issue.
"Yeah! I'm coming! Sorry, I wanted to make sure I did the makeup right." Celine replied from somewhere else in the house, eventually bouncing their way into the kitchen. The brunette stopped in her tracks when she saw her partner wearing a witch costume made from sheer silky fabric and left little to the imagination. "Wow... You look incredible, Mistress."
Abigail raised a brow at Celine before chuckling to herself. Abby had no real celestial talent, so she never really had a reason to practice magic unlike her siblings. Instead, she simply lived her life like any other normal person; not even Celine was aware that their girlfriend was a real Witch. In fact, her outfit wasn't even a costume but a hand-me-down from her grandmother. Supposedly it helped to channel arcane energies.
But most importantly, it was Halloween, the one night a year that her family's magic was at its peak. Abigail had practiced in secret for weeks all for this moment. "Says the hot goth babe," Abby chuckled as she drank in the sight of her somewhat shorter girlfriend's Halloween costume. Celine had put on some black lipstick and eyeliner, something completely opposite to her usual color palette. On top of the tight black rubber shorts and body length fishnets that made Abigail swoon. The x-shaped tape over Celine's nipples were the best part, even on their relatively flat chest.
"Are you sure I shouldn't be the one on my knees? I didn't expect you to go all out like this tonight," Abby teased halfheartedly, even though it's truly what she wanted more than anything. "O-oh I um.." Celine's hands immediately shot to her reddening face, trying to hide from her own embarrassment. Clearly uncomfortable with even attempting to entertain the idea. "I just thought you'd like this... I d-didn't thi-"
"Sweetie, I'm just poking fun. You look stunning. Thank you for putting in so much work for my sake. I appreciate it, I mean that." Abby relented, knowing full well that pushing the poor girl would only shut her down further. At least...
"Here, try my specialty witches brew. I made it just for you sweetie." Abigail said warmly as she handed her girlfriend a cup of the mysterious potion. The drink had been imbued with dominant energies, as well as being steeped in a unique tea she had mysteriously come across on her way home from work one day. Void lily tea it was called; the peddler who sold it to her mentioned the tea had certain properties that defied typical magical convention. As an actual Witch, Abigail was able to tell they weren't bluffing either. Even with her weak abilities she could easily feel a powerful energy radiating from the box. Although, the sensations were oddly alien compared to any forms of magic she had learned about growing up.
"Right now? But what about-"
"Just try it. I've worked my ass off to make it just right. I'm honestly rather excited," Abby hummed with delight as she watched her girlfriend take the cup from her hands.
Cautious of the heat, Celine slowly lifted the porcelain to her lips and took a sip. Then another, and another. It wasn't long before the entire cup was entirely devoid of its contents. If the drink had been scalding hot, Celine made absolutely no hint of any pain. "Wow, that was... Can I have some more?"
"Oh yeah, sure thing sweetie. Let me just grab some ice from the cooler." Abigail said, rushing past Celine, heading towards the basement where they kept their ice.
It was a little concerning to Abigail just how quickly Celine had wolfed down the potion. Especially now that it occurred to her that she didn't know what a proper dosage would even be to begin with. Abigail had to be cautious, and make sure to properly temper the amount she let her girlfriend consume.
Coming up the stairs and veering toward the kitchen, Abigail abruptly halted in her tracks. Eyes widening like a deer in the headlights; the plastic tin of ice clattering to the floor.
Celine was bent over at a perfect right angle, her hands gripping the kitchen counter while she moaned loudly. Abigail was at a loss of words; Celine was growing... Everywhere.
The young witch stared at the scene in shocked silence as her girlfriend's body began literally glitching in front of her. A flickering cascade of colors layered on top of each other, blending and shifting wildly before suddenly vanishing all together. Abigail rubbed her eyes, hoping whatever she'd just witnessed was nothing more than a hallucination.
It wasn't.
Celine's arms, legs, and torso were visibly lengthening in real time. Physically pushing the formerly tiny girl backwards while her back naturally arched itself; feet gently sliding apart in order to accommodate her new dimensions. "Mmm that shit was good as fuck!" Celine gasped, raising her head to glare at her girlfriend with bedroom eyes that would have made a pornstar blush. Her face now peering through long strands of both jet-black and pure white hair which continued to slowly creep towards the floor. The remnants of brown pigment receded into her roots as the darker and lighter colors swallowed it up equally on either side of her head, leaving no trace Celine had ever been a brunette to begin with.
Abigail never heard her girlfriend cuss like that before and it was nearly as shocking as the transformation currently playing out before her.
Abby was about to say something when she noticed steam still rising from a large and mostly empty glass cup sitting on the counter. Finally dawning on her that Celine had most likely chugged even more of the potion while she went to get the ice.
"Holy fucking hell!" Celine screamed in rapturous pleasure while a loud ripping sound echoed through the house, followed by a series of pops. Celine's pants had literally burst off her body, unable to contain the pressure caused by her expanding ass cheeks. At the same time, the fishnets had become increasingly tight on her thighs, chest, and hips, digging into her flesh only to start snapping one by one.
Celine had always been shy about her rather small breasts, but now they were growing faster than rising dough alongside the rest of her. To Abby, they looked even softer; becoming more gelatinous for each new cup size they surpassed; going from baseballs to watermelons in seconds. Ultimately dooming the fishnets on her upper body to explode from the tension much like their lower counterparts. Leaving most of her outfit nothing more than tatters on the kitchen floor.
Celine panted heavily, slowly collecting herself after the seemingly exhausting orgasmic ordeal. Sweat ran down her now vaguely lighter skin, glistening with a radiant glow that made Abigail's heart skip a beat.
