Witches Desert

Last request story of the year for Techdude5734

Witch’s Desert.

              “Are you sure we should be doing this?”  Hope looked around nervously.  “What if we get caught?”

              Tamie laughed.  “Caught?  Look, it’s Halloween.  I don’t think anyone will question people going out and about looking for candy.  Who says this has to be a kid’s holiday?”  She shook her booty about trying to show off her sexy nurse outfit.  “Besides, I want to show you all this spooky house.  I am sure it’s hiding the motherload of goodies.”

              “Yeah, Hope, don’t be such a scary cat.”  Jamie giggled.  “It will be okay.”

              “Lay off her.”  Reily flipped her hair about.  “It’s okay to be scared on a night like this.  I mean. . . there could be ghosts around any corner.  Ghosts and witches.”

              Jamie jumped in front of Reily.  “Is there something wrong with witches?”  She pushed her black hat up.

              “Umm, no.  I. . .”

              “I am just joshing you.  Don’t take it so seriously.”

              “Cram it, girls.”  Tamie pointed at a massive mansion.  “There is our first target.”  They all gasped at the gothic-styled building, stained glass windows looking more like jeweled prison barriers.  “Isn’t it wonderful?”

              “You want to go in there?”  Hope cowered behind Jamie.  “Umm, shouldn’t we try somewhere that doesn’t look like it came from a Scooby Doo episode?  I feel like when we go inside, we will fall down a trap hole or something.”

              Tamie walked up to the front door.  “It will be fine.  You all are overthinking this.”  She knocked on the door.  “Hello?  Trick or treat.”  The huge oak door slowly creaked open.  “Hmm looks like we can head in.”

              Reily gulped.  “I am not sure that is what it means.”

              Jamie rushed forward. “Oh, come on. It will be an adventure.”  Not waiting for the others, she rushed inside.

              “Wait for me!”  Tamie followed her.

              The other two girls looked at each other.  “Umm, should we go after them?” Hope asked.

              Reily looked around.  “Well, it’s scary in there?”  She gulped.  “But terrifying out here.  Let’s hurry.”  They hurried inside, the door closing after them.

              “Wow, this is amazing.”  Tamie looked around the room, admiring the gothic architecture.  “Look at that velvet carpet.  The chandelier.  The spiral staircase and all the rooms.  This place is amazing.”

              “Who are you?”  An elderly woman suddenly appeared as if out of thin air.  “What are you doing in my house?”

              Jamie smiled and took a step confidently forward. “Hello. We are here to trick or treat, and we picked your house first.”  She tipped her hat forward. “And to show off our wonderful costumes.”

              The woman snorted.  “I had my lights off for a reason.  There is no candy here.”

              Tamie narrowed her eyes.  “I doubt that highly.”

              The elderly woman pulls out a strange-looking jewel from her pocket.  “It’s not nice to intrude on people’s private property.  Naughty girls like you need to be taught a lesson.”

              Tamie put her hands on her hips. “Hey, I may be a nurse tonight, but I am not naughty.”  She rolled her eyes. “Well, sometimes.”

              Hope took a step back.  “I don’t like this.”

              There was a sudden flash, and all the girls couldn’t take their eyes away from the elderly woman.  “Naughty girls like you should learn your lesson.”  She pointed at Tamie.  “Starting with you.  Come with me while the rest of you stay here.”

              Tamie found her eyes fixated on the jewel.  “Yes.  I will come with you.”

              The others spoke in unison.  “We will stay here.”

              “Good.”  The old woman led Tamie into another room.  “Now then.  What to do with you?”  She turned around.  “It’s not nice to invade someone’s home.”  She laughed.  “Especially the home of a witch.  Though you came just in time as I was looking to make some wonderful food.”

              “Yes.  You should make wonderful food.”

              The witch tapped her finger against her chin.  “And with four foolish girls, I can really get baking.  So many options.  Hmm.”  She walked up to Tamie.  “Tell me.  What is your favorite dessert?”  She held the jewel in front of Tamie’s face.  “Be truthful now.”

              “Apple pie.”

              “Oh, is it now?”  The elderly woman laughed.  “I could go for some apple pie.  Couldn’t you?”

              Tamie moaned.  “Yes.  Apple pie is wonderful.”

              “Wouldn’t you say that being a big, juicy, fat apple pie is what you have always wanted to be?”  She swayed the jewel back and forth, causing Tamie’s mind to be filled with strange thoughts.  “Don’t you want your body to be filled with apple fillings?  To be stretched outward?  And not just any apple pie but an apple pie girl that will make an old witch happy?”

              “I. . .”  Tamie was filled with a sudden urge to grow, to swell.  All she could think about was becoming a big juicy pie, one unlike anything that the world had seen before.  “Yes.  That would be wonderful.”

              “Then why don’t you try it?”

              “Yes.  Grow.”  She moaned.  “Must. . . become.”  Gurrgle.  Her white nurse outfit suddenly felt tight as her belly slowly expanded outward, her skin turning crusty and brown.  Inside, though, she felt mushy, her insides filling with a wonderful filling.  Her hands rubbed against her exposed skin, wondering what it would be like to feel her insides, her apple filling.  What it would be like to taste herself.

              “Is that all you can grow for me?  Not a very good pie girl.”

              Closing her eyes, Tamie felt hot apple cider and batter filling her body.  Her legs thickened, growing bigger and bigger by the second.  Her skirt stretched and stretched before ripping apart, revealing her swollen pie legs underneath.  “I. . . am. . . an apple pie.  To be. . . presented.”  She rubbed her head as the filling spread all over her body.  “Apple pie. . . girl.  Must fill. . . apples.  Filling. . .”

              The witch stepped away.  “Yes.  Good pie, girl.”

              Tamie fell onto her ass, her legs no longer able to support her weight.  She was now almost three hundred pounds full of delicious pie goodness.  “I’m a pie.”  Her legs slowly became one with her swelling girth.  “I’m a pie.”  Her body became wider by the second, her arms shrinking into her body and her head stretching outward as her hair became hard and crusty.  “I’m pie.  Pie.  Pie!”  Her thoughts dissolved into nothing but that of being massive edible goodness as her gaze was forced forward, her massive breasts filling her vision.  She loved feeling so big, so full.  Tamie could only feel and think about waiting for the day that someone would sink their teeth into her massive pie goodness, her massive thick thighs, her breasts sitting on top of her big lower layer.  She was the perfect dessert.”

              “Good girl.”  The witch ran her finger over Tamie’s body.  “Now I think the others need to see you.  To know what they will become.  Not fully like you, but I need more delights.”  She walked into the other room.  “Be right back.”

              “More pie.  Or maybe other deserts to join.  We will all be deserts.”

              In the time it had taken Tamie to transform the other girls, hypnosis had worn off.  “We need to get out of here.”  Hope gulped.

              “Not without Tamie.”

              The elderly woman smiled.  “Why don’t you come retrieve her.  She is just in here.”

              Jamie narrowed her eyes.  “What did you do to her.”

              “Come with me, and you will find out.  All of you.  Chop, chop.”

              The girls tentatively followed the elderly woman into the next room, only to gasp as they saw Tamie’s new frame.  “What did you do to her?”  Riely exclaimed.

              But the witch was already behind them, locking them in the room, jewel in hand.  The girls turned around only for their gaze to meet with the hypnotic gem.  “Now you all will pay your price.  One by one.”

              Hope moaned.  “Yes.  Pay a price.”

              “And you will watch your friends slowly transform.  And you will enjoy it.”

              Riely smiled.  “Yes.  It will be fun.”

              The elderly woman looked at Riely.  “Now, dear.  What is your favorite fruit?”

              “I love pears.  They are so big and juicy.”

              “Well, I think you love pears so very, very much, don’t you?”

              “Yes, I do.”  Riely’s skin began to turn green.

              “You want to feel the juice spread through your ass, don’t you?  To make it big and round?”

              “Oh yes.  I. . . want to make it stretch.”  She licked her lips.  “It would be so wonderful!”

              “Then why don’t you start swelling into a big, wonderful pear?  You don’t need to be a princess, after all.  A giant juicy pear is what you were destined to be.”

              Reily moaned as she felt her ass slowly expand, pressing tightly against her petticoat.  “Yes.  Must. . . grow.  Ass. . . has to. . . get bigger.  Has to. . . fatten.  I will. . . look so cute.”  She could only moan as her butt grew and grew, her legs struggling to hold up her weight.  Her petite frame soon looked like she had the biggest waist and ass in the world, her dress struggling to contain her massive booty.  “I. . . feel so. . . hefty.  So. . . wonderful.”  She was close to two hundred pounds of raw juice as her dress began to rip, revealing more of her green skin underneath.  “Ohhh. . .”

              “Your chest still looks a bit bland.”

              “Yes.  Must. . . pear.”  Juice continued to fill her body, her arms slowly becoming one with her as she wobbled around on her massive ass like a top.  Her feet flexed about as the pear juice made them become bigger and bigger, pressing tightly against her ass.  “I am just a lovely pear.”  She moaned as her chest forced her upward, her face becoming rounded.  “Pear.  Juice.”  All she could think about was the juice flowing through her system.  “Juice.  Juice.”  It was becoming hard to speak.  “Jui—”

              The witch rubbed her hands together as the second girl had turned into a giant fruit, almost seven feet tall.  Her ass was so huge that she couldn’t reach around to hug the other side.  “Well, it’s time to move on to the next girl.”  She smiled.  “Hmm.  I think we will do you.”  She pointed at Jamie.  “And this time, I want something I am craving.  I want a triple-layer chocolate cake.”

              “Yes.”

              “Your head will be the top layer with cute little people on top.  It will be as if you are a wedding cake.”

              “Wedding. . . cake.”  Her body was already changing, her feet swelling and bursting out of her heels as her legs thickened.  “Must. . . grow.  Must fill up.  One layer at a time.”

              “Yes.  That will be perfect.”

              Jamie rubbed her legs, enjoying the feeling of her body growing bigger and bigger.  She wanted to become massive and wide, her lowest layer to be six feet round.  The filling made her moan.  “So much chocolate.”  Vanilla frosting formed on the outer layer of her skin as her skirt ripped apart.  “So full.  So wonderful.”

              “You will make a wonderful cake.”

              Her body stretched more and more, slowly becoming the desired size.  Cute flower patterns grew out of her body.  Then her belly began to bloat, the second layer forming.  Jamie moaned, an intense orgasm spreading throughout her body.  “I. . . love being cake.  I love. . . this.  So. . . wonderful.”  Her belly didn’t become as round as her legs and feet, but it was still tasty and filling.  More flowers formed her body.  “Such a wonderful cake.”

              The witch ran her finger against the second layer of her frosting.  “I am sure you will taste great.  But you have one layer left to go.”

              Jamie moaned as her breasts swelled.  “Ughh.  Cake. . .”  Her torso became thick and round, her head flattened, and her face became part of her frosting.  “Lovely, lovely cake.”  Out of what was once her hair, a couple emerged, a man in a suit and a woman in a wedding dress.

              “Now for you.  My lovely cherry.”

              “Cherry. . .”  Hope moaned.  “I. . . no.  I. . . yes.”  Her breasts pressed against her shirt, red juice leaking out of her nipples.  “Ughhh. . .”

              “Join your friends.”

              Hope fell onto her knees, her breasts growing by the second, ripping through her shirt as the rest of her body grew smaller.  “Ughhh. . .”  Juice flowed through her veins, causing intense pressure, juice dripping from her love hole.  “Yes. . .”  Her pants fell from her legs as they shrank into her body, her breasts becoming her one defining feature, two massive cherry boobs, each almost six feet round.  “Oh god.”  Her head was situated between, like some kind of stem.

              “Good girl.”  The elderly woman rubbed Hope’s sensitive right breast, causing cherry juice to drip out of her.  “All of you have done such a great job.  And now for you to go on display.”  Her jewel flashed once more, and the girls were suddenly transported further into the mansion.  They were surrounded by other giant deserts and fruits, all other women who had foolishly trespassed and were waiting for their turn to be enjoyed by the witch of the house.

              Hope turned her head.  “I. . . juicy. . . can’t wait.  I’m a cherry. . . girl. . . waiting to. . .”  Her last thoughts drifted off as she was fully transformed into her new form.