Broomhilda's Hat (Paid Post #3)

Being the shortest witch in the coven had always bothered Broomhilda, but her other fellow witches had a very special gift for her just before the Month of Hallows. She had been walking around in her usual cloak when she had come across it on the table. It looked like a traffic cone with a jack-o-lantern painted on. But for some reason Broomhilda thought it was a hat. Her sisters, Mophilda, Swifterhilda, and Beckie watched on from the hallway.

Broomhilda put the orange cone on her head. She grinned her broken smile and bounced around the dining room. Bouncing from foot to foot, her stubby legs hopped around the table, she was gleeful and happy to have her new present. But as she danced something was happening to her, she didn't notice, but her sisters did. Her skin was smoothing out. The wart on her nose had just fallen off. And not only that it was becoming more tan and beautiful, almost flawless. Mophilda scratched at her eyes, Swifterhilda wiped sweat from her brow, and Beckie bit her lip.

Broomhilda started to sing a little diddy and her sisters listened as her scratchy high voice smoothed out to silky soft buttery tone. Her legs seeming to stretch longer and longer, the cloak rising up and up and up. Her sisters watched on as her cloak began to tear and rip. Mophilda stared in horror, Swifterhilda started tugging at her own cloak that felt wrinkled and static clung, Beckie covered her eyes, but peeked through her fingers every few seconds. She didn't want to see her sister naked, but she did want to make sure she was OK.

Broomhilda's cloak was just approaching her waist as she continued to hop around. It ripped free from her shoulders and hung around her undies. Her new beautiful breasts bouncing around her long stems glistening in the lightening flashing around. She even posed in front of the mirror, adjusting the hat.

The jaws of Mophilda, Swifterhilda and Beckie fell open. They knew the hat would help Broomhilda to grow taller, but not as conventionally beautiful. She was going to be able to ensnare any victim into her trap with a look like that. It wasn't long before the sisters were pushing their way through the doorway to put the hat on.