A Witch's Revenge

A Witch’s Revenge.

Greta paced back and forth outside the witch’s apartment. She had been told to report her after she had stolen from the lady a month before for her holiday party. “What is she going to do to me? Turn me into a toad?” Greta shook her head. “No that is too cliché. Is it?”

She gulped. “Why can’t she just come to the door and get this over with?”

The door slowly creaked open. “Ahh, there you are. Have you been waiting long?”

Greta threw her arms into the air. “I have been waiting all fucking day! You said to be here by morning. It is almost three in the afternoon.”

The old lady laughed. “Oh, you should have more patience. I mean, you could have just gone home, my dear.”

Greta shook her head. “Oh no. I know what you said would happen if I didn’t come here. You would just randomly get me back. I want to know what is coming.” She walked in, pushing the elderly witch to the side. “I am not going to have some random witch bomb hit me when I least expect it.”

The other woman raised an eyebrow. “Such poor manners. I can see why we keep crossing paths now.” She closed the door to her apartment. “Now, please follow me.” She waved a gnarly finger. “I have been working on this all day, and I think you are going to enjoy this.” She laughed with a crackle. “And even if you don’t, it will be a wonderful time nonetheless.”

“As long as it doesn’t take up too much of my time.”

“It is a punishment. You don’t get to control that. What do you think I am? A bloody doctor’s office? Do you see a sign here that says if you have been waiting fifteen minutes past your appointment, please contact me?” The witch snorted. “This is going to be inconvenient, and you just have to deal with it, you little bitch.” Greta’s eyes widened. “You are going to learn one way or another to stop trying to fuck with me.” She grabbed a vial from the table. “Here.

Drink this.”

“What?”

The elderly woman turned and faced Greta. “You heard me. Are you scared?”

“But I. . . I don’t even know what this does. You said—”

“I said you coming here would give you a rough timeline on when my payback would happen. Not what.” The witch laughed. “I did say life can be cruel, didn’t I? I think I did.” She forced the vial into Greta’s hands. “Now drink it! Unless you want me to turn you into that toad, you thought I would.”

“You heard that?”

“My walls aren’t that thick.”

Greta gulped as she looked down at the bubbling blue potion. She had no idea what this would do, only that she would most likely suffer. But what choice did Greta have? She was in the witch’s abode, and she had already pissed the old woman off. So she closed her eyes and drank the potion in one go. “Ewww. It tastes like fucking blueberries.”

The witch smiled. “You will get used to it. Now, head home to work or wherever you want to go. That little baby will settle in and do its magic sometime tomorrow. I can’t say when, but. . .” She laughed her crackling laugh. “But it will happen tomorrow.”

“What?” Greta slammed her hand down on the table. “That doesn’t help. You. . .”

She sighed. “Whatever. This is fine. I just have some weird potion timebomb in me. I can make this work.”

“Yes, yes.” The witch pushed on Greta’s back. “Figure it out but do it on your own time. Now get out of my house already. You hear me? Out!” She forced Greta out of her apartment, slamming the door behind the young woman.

“That was a bit rude.” Greta snorted. “Well, I guess I should just. . .” She sighed.

“I should just try and deal with my life with this stupid potion that could go off at any moment. Great.” She kicked a bottle down the hallway. “Why did I have to get myself into this situation?”

***

The next day, Greta rose and had her breakfast. She made sure to check herself up and down for any changes, but so far, nothing happened. Maybe the witch was wrong; maybe nothing would happen to her. She looked normal and felt normal. So maybe, just maybe, this would all be in her head.

By the time she arrived at work, she had all but forgotten about the witch’s revenge, instead focusing on her job as she monitored the robots, mixing the chemicals for candy products and the like. There were a few other workers around, but for the most part, her job was easy. She just had to work on the machines if something broke, and that rarely happened. After her quick morning inspection, she was going down to the break room to lounge around and play some games.

“Hmm, everything here seems okay. But what did I expect? Everything is always okay.”

“Hey, Greta.” Marsha waved at her. “Your inspection going well?”

“Hi. And yes, it is.” She arched an eyebrow. “Everything okay? You seem. . . a bit distracted.”

Marsha giggled. “You seem to have something on your face. Did you spill something earlier?”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Oh, it’s just. . .” Marsha jumped down from the platform above and landed in front of Greta. “You have a little something on your nose.” She touched Greta. “Here, let me get it for you.”

“Hey, stop that.”

“Just hold still. I will rub it off. It is quite the bugger, isn’t it? It’s spreading.”

“Spreading?”

“Yes. It is starting to. . .” Marsha gulped. “Umm, your cheeks are now. . .” She took a few steps back. “You might have an issue.”

“What do you mean by issue? What is happening to me?”

“Look, do you want me to be honest?” Marsha giggled. “Your face. It’s turning blue.”

“WHAT!”

“Look, don’t be upset. I am just telling you what is happening.” She laughed as Greta paced back and forth. “I mean, you might be able to get out of work early now. Weird sickness and all.”

“This is just great. I thought nothing would happen, but.” She threw her hands into the air. “Apparently, something would happen.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Ugh, nothing.” Greta looked at her hands as they slowly turned blue. “I umm. . . I think I should just get on with my job. I have some other things I need to. . . I need. . .”

“Greta?” Marsha took another step back as she noticed Greta’s clothing turning a dark blue. “What is happening?”

“I. . . don’t know.” She moaned as she felt her insides bubble. “I just feel so weird.” Her waistline began to stretch. “What is happening to me?”

“You are asking me?” Marsha waved her hands about. “You can’t be serious.”

Blort. Greta’s body suddenly jiggled about, and she could feel the strange liquid inside her belly. “Huh?”

“Is that juice?” Marsha shook her head. “No, that can’t be. Are you turning into a blueberry?”

“What?” Greta shook her head. “I. . .” She looked down at her hips as her legs vanished from sight. Her butt swelled a few inches as the realization set in. “Oh fuck. No wonder that potion tasted like blueberries.”

“Potion?”

“I don’t have time to explain. I need to get out of here before someone sees me. Help!”

“Help? What the hell do you want me to do?”

Greta wobbled around on her feet, her shirt slipping up her bloated stomach. “Help me out the fucking door. Hide me. I don’t fucking care. I don’t want people to see me as a giant blue blueberry.” She pulled Marsha in close. “Unless you want to see if what is happening to me is contagious.”

Marsha pushed Greta away. “Fine. Fucking fine. But you owe me. You hear me?” She twisted Greta around and forced her towards the exit of the building. All the while, Greta’s body expanded as if she were a human blueberry. Her ass and hips grew by the second, slowly enveloping her legs. Her belly merged with her hips as juice flooded her chest. She could even feel her boobs expanding, pressing against her bra. Her entire body was like a giant blue balloon, stretching out more and more, tight and tighter. It was a matter of time until—

“We are almost to the doorway. Now just—” Shrirpp. Marsha gulped as Greta’s pants ripped. “Holy crap. Hold it together.” Moments later, Greta stumbled about, the weight of her juicy body becoming too much for her to bear. “I said hold it together. “Whoh.” Marsha had to dash back before being flattened by Greta’s massive, squishy body. “That was fucking close.”

“I am sorry. I just. . . guhh.” She shook her head as she pressed down on her swelling chest, her boobs tearing through her shirt. “I am not going to get out of here, am I?”

“Not with that attitude you aren’t.” Marsha pressed on her co-worker’s swelling back. “One good thing about you swelling into a blueberry is that I can do this.”

Greta gulped as she realized she was being rolled about, her face being forced towards the floor. “Hey. Stop it. Don’t—”

“We have to get you out before you are too fucking big to fit through that doorway.” She rolled her swelling companion along like a giant beach ball. “Stop complaining.”

Greta moaned as blueberry juice filled her cheeks. “If I was swelling into a helpless blueberry, I would—”

Marsha slapped her friend on the side of her blue body. “You would what? Huh?”

She giggled as she rolled Greta along. “Maybe when I get you outside, I can get you some food. Would my big helpless blueberry like that? Huh?”

“You are enjoying this too much.”

“But this is funny.”

“Stop already! This isn’t funny.” Her big, round body ripped through her clothing. “I am turning into a blueberry, and you are making jokes about my situation.”

“Correction. You are a blueberry.” Marsha stopped rolling Gerta and hugged her. “Look at you. So round and lovable.”

Greta gasped. She was a round blueberry. “Just get me outside.”

“Hmmm. Why?”

“Why? Because I said so.”

Marsha shook her head. “Blueberries are not in the position to be giving demands.”

Marsha turned around and leaned against Greta. “Now, what to do with you? Hmm?”

“I said get me outside.”

“Oh, I know. You would make a lovely desk for me to relax on.” She looked up at Greta. “Wait right here.” She dashed away.

“Wait.” Greta sighed. “This isn’t how I wanted this to go at all.” She failed her hands about. “Hello? Is anyone there? I am stuck, and I need help.” There was no answer. “Fuck.

If only I could move.” She could feel her feet, but they wouldn’t respond to her call. “Huh.

Why did this have to happen? So, what if I pissed off a witch? Who hasn’t? That doesn’t mean I had to become a blueberry. And one who is slowly swelling to boot.” She moaned as she as her hands pressed tighter against her body. “Ugh, I would give anything to get out of this situation.”

“I am back.” Marsha walked up with a laptop. “I see you are still swelling. Great.” She climbed on top of Greta. “That will give me more room to work with over time, won’t it.” She snuggled in. “Now, please do a good job and swell nice and big for me.”

“Ughh, I don’t have control over this. You are heavy, you know that.”

“Well, if you grow nice and big, I won’t be so heavy now, will I.” She powered up her laptop. “Now be my good blueberry and hum for me.”

“Hum?”

“Yes, darling.” She grabbed Greta’s cheek and shook it. “You are my loveable blueberry, and I will never, ever let you go.” She smiled. “So, tell me. How did this happen? What potion did you use? I want to find it.” She giggled. “All so I can keep you mine.”

Greta gulped. “Why do I get myself into these situations?”