The Witch’s Housewife (Exclusive April 2025)

The Witch’s Housewife I

Was it truly so wrong to want a housewife that only wears an apron? I mean, it’s all I ever fantasized about since the day I became interested in girls. Having a thick bimbo wife with massive boobs and pointy nipples only covered by a small apron.

Well, as it turns out, most women you tell that to will toss a drink in your face, call you a disgusting pig, womanizer, or simply a sexist pig. I thought maybe it was because I was telling them on the first date.

I mean, I did that in order to not lead them on. If they didn’t want that, that was fair, and I wanted to keep looking. Eventually, though, I decided to keep it secret and try revealing my desires at random points in my relationships.

First it was a week, then a month, then even six months in, but once I told the women I was dating at the time, they’d dump me. I’m currently on my newest girlfriend, a woman named Faith, and honestly, she’d be the perfect apron-wearing housewife.

She has massive boobs, a curvy figure, and thighs for days. Though she’s not really the bimbo type, quite the opposite, she could always pretend. I also figured we’d been dating long enough that she wouldn’t get mad when I asked her to become my sexy little housewife.

I was so sure she was the one that I went to the mall and picked out a super cute apron and wrapped it up to give her for our one-year anniversary. I then took her to a nice dinner where I presented my gift to her.

She got all excited about getting a gift and she opened it up and pulled it out. She then looked disappointed as she unfolded the apron. She awkwardly thanked me for the gift and said she’d happily use it the next time they cook together.

I sigh and tell her that wasn’t why I got it. She tilts her head in confusion and asks me what the purpose of it really was. I then start explaining my dreams for the future, about having a sexy, apron-wearing wife who stays at home and eventually has a few kids.

As I went on, Faith started to look more and more disgusted, like they all do, and when I finished, she asked me if this was all some weird prank. I went silent; I could already tell she wasn’t into it and that this was yet another pointless relationship.

I told her that I was and that was what I wanted from my future wife. I also told her I understood if that wasn’t for her but told her that it was a deal breaker for me. I then stood up and waved the waiter over to ask for the check.

Faith looked like she was about to cry and asked me if I was really going to break up with her over this. I nodded and said I was just looking for something specific and that I want a future where a beautiful woman cares for my home and kids in nothing but a sexy apron.

Suddenly the people dining around us started to boo at me and call me awful things, so I told her I was leaving. I went and paid the bill and started to head out towards my car; that’s when Faith came running out holding the apron.

She called out to me to ask me to wait. She told me that she asked me if I was willing to make a deal. I was curious, as this was the first time one of the women I told about this came running back to me after being told what I wanted.

I asked her what she had in mind. She said she was willing to let me experience this fantasy I had, but she was sure I wouldn’t like it, so when that happens, I had to agree to drop it forever and just find happiness in the life we could make together.

In exchange, if I truly liked it, she’d stay with me, and from then on my house would have a busty, apron-clad woman caring for it every day. I sigh and tell her that there was no way I wasn’t going to enjoy it and that I really didn’t want to force her to do something she wasn’t into.

She told me it was okay; she already had a plan in mind, then asked me if I was willing to take her deal. I thought about it, and honestly, I do really like her, and the idea of starting over with someone else just to end the same way was annoying.

This was probably my only chance to make my dream come true. So I agreed to it, and I took her back to my house. She took the apron and went to the kitchen while I went and removed my fancy clothes I wore to dinner and put on some more casual ones.

I was expecting her to be completely nude other than the apron when I came back out; however, she was still wearing what she wore to dinner and now holding some strange book. I looked at her and asked if she was planning to start wearing the apron tonight.

She laughed and said she had no plans to wear it at all. I squinted my eyes and asked her what she meant; she said she was going to do it. She shook her head and said she only agreed to help me fulfill her fantasy.

I was so confused and asked her how that was going to work then. Were we going to get another woman to wear the apron around? She nodded and said that was sort of the idea. I nodded and said that it was a bit different than I imagined, but I was okay with adding another woman.

As long as it meant there was a hot woman wearing an apron, I didn’t care. Faith was glad to hear it. She then pointed her hand towards me and told me to hold still. I asked her why, but instead of answering, she started to chant something.

Her hand started glowing and she floated off of the ground. I tried to take a step back but found myself frozen in place. Seconds later I saw a similar glowing light coming from below me. I was able to look down at it and saw a magical circle at my feet.

The circle then started. To move up my body, my shoes vanished as it passed over them, and the same happened with my pants when it got to them. However, it was doing a lot more than removing my clothes; my leg hair was vanishing, and my skin was becoming smoother.

Once it got to my hips and my thighs, my eyes opened wide as I watched them grow larger, becoming super thick. The circle went up to my crotch and my underwear vanished, and then my dick started to shrink.

I watched in shock as it shrank away entirely and opened up into a vagina. It was now painfully obvious who Faith planned to make wear the apron. As the circle went over my crotch, my hips got wider, and I felt my butt get huge.

It went up to my stomach, removing my shirt and making my waist much slimmer. It once again removed all the body hair before moving upward to my chest. Having already experienced my manhood becoming womanhood, I knew this was coming.

Two breasts popped out of my chest and began to grow faster than a balloon being filled with air. I knew it was too much to hope she’d make them small or medium-sized, but I knew I told her I wanted a big-breasted girl like her wearing the apron.

So ending up somewhere around F-cup-sized breasts wasn’t a surprise but still incredibly embarrassing, especially since they’re bigger than Faith’s. My nipples were also as I imagine, very pointy.

With breasts on my chest, all that was left was my head. I know it likely feminized it, but I couldn’t see it, so I had no idea what changes were made to me other than my hair getting longer and turning pink.

Once the magic circle was gone, I was about to ask Faith what the heck she was thinking turning me into a girl, but the apron I wanted her to wear suddenly flew into the air and latched itself onto me. The top loop went around my head, and the straps tied themselves behind my back.

There was now a busty woman in my home only wearing an apron, and the worst part about it was how small the apron was in the chest area because it was too small. My boobs pushed out the sides and were squishing the cloth together in my cleavage. I look up at Faith and see her closing her book and smiling at me.

The Witch’s Housewife II

I gulp and ask her what’s going on. She rolls her eyes and asks me if it’s not obvious she was helping me fulfill my fantasy of having a busty, apron-wearing woman care for my house. I pout and tell her that this wasn’t what I wanted.

She laughs and tells me she knows, but since I broke so many hearts because of this, she felt I should at least try it myself and come to understand why no sane woman would want this. I tell her I’m not doing this and go to try and take the apron off.

She tells me that doing that wasn’t a great idea. I stop and ask why not. She has a wicked smile on her face when she tells me that taking it off will not only remove my desire to have a wife who looks like me and only wears an apron but also leave me trapped in this body.

I quickly move my hands away from the straps to avoid accidentally undoing them, then ask her how I was supposed to turn back. Faith told me that she was still willing to keep her deal and that there were two ways to turn back.

Admit defeat and she’d change me back, but she’ll also remove my desire, or I could last one month like this without complaining or taking off the apron once. If that happened, she’d do as she agreed and become my apron-wearing wife.

I looked down at myself; a minute like this was too much, never mind a month, but at the same time, if I could make it, then I would have my dream, and the chance of finally getting that seemed too good to give up. So I agreed to stay like this.

That, of course, meant I was to be Faith’s housewife, which meant acting like it. So right away she put me to work cleaning things around the house that she used to do, like the dishes and all the laundry.

It was embarrassing enough walking around with my butt exposed and an apron that barely covered my womanhood, but it was so much more embarrassing when I was bending over to put the laundry in the dryer and Faith came over and smacked my ass as hard as she could.

I wanted to yell when I felt it, but instead I started to let out a moan but quickly managed to cover my mouth before Faith noticed. She told me I was already doing a great job and that perhaps I was meant to be a housewife.

She then laughed as she walked away and I sat there rubbing my butt with my face bright red. I tried not to focus on the fact that I moaned like I enjoyed having my ass slapped and instead focused on making it through this so I could one day slap Faith’s ass like that.

After finishing the laundry, I went to the kitchen and found the sink was completely full. I knew I had to do them, especially since as the housewife I’d soon be expected to cook dinner, which would require several of the pans dirty inside it.

I turn the water on and let it heat up, then grab a pair of dish gloves and try to put them on, but strangely I find myself unable to do that. Like my hands are at the holes of the gloves, but somehow they won’t go in.

I put the gloves down and looked at the apron I was wearing. This had to be another magical effect Faith put on me. If I couldn’t put dish gloves on, then it was likely I couldn’t put anything else on… Which means I’ll truly only be wearing an apron for the next month.

I could feel my face burning from the embarrassment of knowing that, and I tried my best not to think about it as I grabbed the sponge and started scrubbing the pans, but I was unsuccessful; the whole time I was deep in thought thinking about my female body and this apron.

That’s probably why I didn’t notice my breasts bouncing like crazy when I started to scrub really hard, nor did I notice Faith come into the kitchen and start watching me, and finally, as she snuck up behind me.

Before I even knew she was there, she had wrapped her arms around me and grabbed my massive exposed breasts and started to play around with them, squeezing them, moving them around, and even pinching my nipples.

My head shot up and I nearly again started moaning, but I managed to keep my mouth closed, which truly didn’t help because I was still making so much noise. Faith laughs at me and asks me if my dream housewife would resist the pleasure I’d give them like I was currently doing.

I turn bright red and turn my head towards her to see her smiling. She got me there… I’d want her to enjoy the playful moments like this… I then looked towards the dishes. I’d also like for her to keep going while enjoying it.

That was a detail I never mentioned to Faith, yet somehow she knows. I look back down and continue to scrub the dishes while Faith plays around with my breasts. By the time I was halfway down, my vagina was aching so my legs felt weak, and my breathing was so heavy.

That’s when Faith pushed me over into the sink. Bubbles from the soap splashed all over the place, and my breasts were pushed into the water and also covered with some. Now bent over, Faith placed her hand on my crotch.

She rubbed it around and I started to moan louder. She laughed as she discovered how wet I was, and she knew it wasn’t from the water but from how aroused she made me by playing around with my breasts.

My heart started to beat like crazy and I started picturing myself getting fucked like this, which made me squirt a bit into her hand. She started laughing like crazy when that happened and asked me if I was actually enjoying this.

I didn’t answer; I just kept breathing heavily and feeling my face burn. She shrugged and said if I was enjoying it, she’d keep going, but if I wasn’t, I just needed to say something and she’d stop. My mouth almost moved to tell her to not do it, but my body really wanted it.

So I didn’t say anything and let her stick a finger inside me. I grabbed the edge of the counter around the sink and started gasping before ultimately moaning. Faith spent the next ten minutes fingering me while I moaned like a horny slut, and she only stopped once I orgasmed.

Cum came squirting out of me like a river. It shot down my thighs and legs and all over the counter cabinets beneath the sink. Faith let go of me and told me that was quite fun. She then smacked my ass and told me to finish cleaning the dishes and then my mess and start on dinner.

I heard her laugh as she left the kitchen. I picked myself up out of the sink and continued to lean on the counter as I caught my breath. My mind was racing and my body was still overwhelmed by the amazing pleasure and embarrassment about what just happened.

I let go once my breathing returned to normal and I started doing the dishes like Faith told me to do, but my thoughts didn’t stop racing and my face never stopped burning, which meant I was still incredibly embarrassed.

I finished the dishes and then grabbed the paper towels I looked at the mess I made with… with my womanhood and then got onto my knees to start wiping it up. There was so much of it; I’d never seen a woman cum this much.

It made me wonder if this was part of the magic Faith used on me… or if my female form was naturally a really horny and cum-filled bimbo. I shake my head. There’s no way, right? I was a man, a man with a dream to have an apron-clad wife who cares for his house.

There was no way this was me; it was their magic. The magic I had to beat or else I’d lose my dream. I just had to last twenty-nine more days as a busty housewife in an apron, without letting it get to me or accidentally removing this apron… No big deal, right?