Wicked Witches

Trigger #17: The Sala City Coven)

Organization Class: A group of cheerleaders and sorority girls I've taken under my wing as Fledgling Witches that's grown into the strongest Coven in Sala City.

Transformation Type: TG, Shortstack, Ass Expansion.

Threat Level: Benevolent. I'm trying to teach these young witches to use their great power responsibly (although they do like to cause a little mischief here and there, just like their master.)

Subject: Victoria Moreno, 19, F, formerly Victor Moreno, 19, AMAB.

The following is a biographical account of events based on the subject's own testimonies and several eyewitness accounts.


Christmas lights in May.

That's what the view of Sala City from 3,000 feet up looked like to Victoria.

Glittering, glistening little Christmas lights in May.

Victoria was FLYING, actually flying, not like in a dream where memories are fuzzy and movement is hazy and muddled. Victoria was awake. There was weight to her movements, inertia, the wind in her hair and a giddy feeling in her stomach when she looked down at the 914 meters of empty space between her and the ground. This wasn't just a dream come true, it was better!

And it was even better for the simple fact she was a girl now.

And it certainly wasn't how she started the day, or how she expected to.


Victor was a photographer for the Sala City University newspaper. He'd followed his brother, now sister Jamie to college. Like Victor, Jamie had been a bit of a moody goth kid in high school, hiding himself from the world in a baggy black hoody. Victor's only two friends were his brother, and his broken old camera, which only took pictures in black and white. It was how they both saw the world, a muddled mix of greys. And then, Jamie left for college one year and came back a busty goth girl. And to Victor's surprise, everyone just acted like she'd ALWAYS been a girl. Any questions Victor asked Jamie on how this happened were deflected with cryptic remarks like "You learn all kinds of things at college" and "Why so many questions, 'lil bro'? You jealous, Vicky?" It was infuriating. So when he finally graduated high school and came to Sala U, Victor was determined to get to the bottom of it.

One calm spring night, Victor noticed the Sala City U Sorority sneaking out of their dorms, and creeping into the woods, all of them carrying wooden brooms. Among them was Jaime, and her friend Bella, another freshman Victor had a crush on. The crowd got bigger, joined by a small number of faculty, and other unfamiliar faces, mostly women. Victor could swear he saw someone dressed up rather convincingly like their school mascot, Sabie the Saber Toothed Tiger.

They gathered in a large clearing, a field of tall grass. In the center was a woman in a trenchcoat and fedora, holding a thermos and waiting, a small black cat rubbing against her legs. From the outside, she looked confident, but his trained photographer's eye could tell she was nervous. Her free hand was fidgeting a gold wedding band. 

Never missing the opportunity for a perfect shot, he snapped a picture. To his surprise however, the woman was completely absent from the reel when he looked back at his screen. according to his camera, she was invisible. They ALL were.

The crowd gathered around the woman expectantly. She looked at them and exuded feelings of gratitude and responsibility.

"Alright witches, wizards, and warlocks. Welcome to the first annual Ceremony of the Wings. I see everyone bought their brooms, right? Remember, the magic works best if the handle is made of wood."

The crowd excitedly raised their brooms like an angry mob raises their pitchforks. One woman nervously raised a plastic Swiffer. The woman rolled her eyes and smiled. "Yeah, fuck it, that'll do. Anyways..."

To Victor's embarrassment, she plunged the thermos deep into her cleavage, and in its place pulled out a digital drawing stylus. She twirled it in her fingers, and it expanded like a spring loaded baton into a broomstick.

"Mana comes from the Earth, from Mother Nature herself. It lives in all her creations, just as it lives in us, those who are lucky enough to channel it. Mana is life itself, in all its flavors and forms. Used CORRECTLY, it should be almost infinite, renewable..." There was a bitter look in her eyes as she glanced off towards somewhere in the city. She shook her head and continued. "Now most normal magic needs a conduit, a focus, usually a tool of great meaning to the user. We call them Wands. Usually a wand is unique to the user's method of spellcasting, like a pen is to an artist or a chisel is to a sculptor. However, some Wands are universal, and can be used by anyone. Like this broom here."

She spun the broom in her hand, which was impressive up until she bonked herself in the forehead with the handle.

"Er, anyways, wood is an excellent conduit for magic because it comes from trees, which grow from the Earth, roots absorbing all the mana, all that life, and don't forget how to do that even when they're turned into a stick. The closer something is to the earth, the more easily it can wield mana, not to say metal or plastic can't do the same, they're just more... specialized..."

The woman held the broomstick horizontally and leaned backwards into it, as if it would suddenly turn into a chair.

And in a way, it did.

She was floating now, sitting perfectly sidesaddle on the broomstick, its bristles glowing a bright magenta. 

"My point is, some Wands are universal, which is why Witches like us have been able to do this little trick for YEARS," the woman said with a smirk, "Now then, before we begin your first flying lesson, has anyone brought any new initiates to the Coven?"

To Victor's surprise, it was Jamie who stepped forward from the crowd.

"I do, Mrs. Alcott!" she said, cocking her hip and crossing her arms.

Mrs. Alcott smiled warmly and nodded. "Where are they, then?"

Jamie smiled and poked a thumb over her shoulder... directly at where Victor had been hiding. They all turned to look at him.

Busted.

"You can come out now, Fledgeling. No need to be shy," Mrs. Alcott said, gesturing her encouragement like a school teacher.

Victor nervously emerged from his hiding place, holding his phone up like a shield.

"I-If you people try anything, I'll call the police on you!" he said, weekly.

Mrs. Alcott chuckled. "I mean, if you narc on us, you won't get to fly."

Victor paused. "Huh?"

Mrs. Alcott giggled again. "I said, 'do you want to learn how to fly, young Fledgeling?"



"So this is your Wand, hmm?" the woman asked as she inspected Victor's camera. They were seated in the grass a few paces away from the rest of the crowd, who had broken off into groups and were practicing hovering a few feet in the air at a time.

"Uhhh, n-no, it's just a camera... broken too, it's stuck on greyscale, but, I dunno, I always thought black and white kind of suited my style..." Victor said, sitting cross legged on the grass, trying to look stubbornly defiant, but sneaking curious glances at the others riding their brooms.

"No, it's definitely a Wand. It just needs an extra little kick of magic to get it going. Most young witches do...." The woman, who Victor now knew as Mira Alcott, the matriarch of this particular group, shrank her broom into a stylus and tapped the camera a few times. It glowed faintly before settling back into it's factory black coloring.

"Witch? Uhm, in case you haven't noticed I'm-" Victor started before Mira cut him off. She pointed the camera at him and snapped a photo. The light was blinding, even more so than usual.

There was an intense warmth, like the flash bulb was as hot as the sun.

Victor blinked, and noticed the fluttering of eyelashes.

She looked down, and two perfectly round and heavy breasts greeted her, wrapped in a black crop top and mesh shirt.

"W-What the fu- HUH?!" She stammered, her new voice catching her off guard.

"Nope. You're a girl. I can tell. And your Wand could too, see?" Mira grinned as she showed Victor her camera's screen. Instead of the pasty, depressed young man she expected to see reflected back at her, it was an impossibly beautiful, short and stoat young woman looking into her eyes.

"Lemme guess, you've often wondered what it would be like to be a girl? Dreamed about it? Maybe even got jealous of other girls in your class, or... hmm, perhaps even your sister, hm? She transitioned earlier last year, didn't she?" Mira said with a frustratingly smug smirk on her face.

Victor pouted and crossed her arms (which had become noticeably more difficult due to the fat tits that now adorned her chest). "S-So? Lot's of guys wonder about that kind of stuff... I only thought about it, like, once a day or so... you know, the normal amount..."

"The NORMAL amount for a cis boy is zero, Victoria." Mira snickered.

Victoria's face went red, which was a feat due to the gothic makeup she found herself wearing now.

"O-Okay, but even IF I wanted to be a girl, what would my parents think? I can't just turn into a girl and expect everyone to-"

"Yes. Yes you can. You can do that even without magic. But I'll admit, it helps. The Veil tends to have a way of smoothing these kinds of things over with your friends and family. Either they'll accept you, or they'll think you've always been this way. Only witches' like us will know better." She winked at her. "But that's a lesson for another day. Right now, let's get you on a broomstick. Jamie? Think she could ride along with you for now?"

Jamie's lip curled mischievously. "Nah, we'd both be too heavy, looks like we got our Mom's genes. But hey, Bella here is nice and skinny! Why don't YOU break in the new girl?" Bella's face blushed as Jamie pushed her uncomfortably close to Victoria. Like a chameleon, the color of Vicky's face shifted to match.

"Alright then, it's settled! Ladies! On your brooms! Bella, you've flown before, you can walk her through it and step in if she needs you." Before either could protest, Mira mounted her broom and zipped off to lead the formation, Jamie right behind her, cackling.

The two girls stood fidgeting for a moment, shooting glances at each other, and the one broom between them.

Vicky broke the silence. "So, um... should we just uh..."

"Uhm, yeah..." Bella said, her voice soft and fluttery, but it made Vicky's heart skip a beat. Vicky had only heard her speak in class or in the halls, and never to her. Not that she was stalking her or anything, that would be creepy.

Bella mounted her broom, and it floated about a foot off the ground, low enough to mount. "Um... you can take the front. It's your first time, so... it'll be the best view..." Bella murmured. Vicky nodded, gulped, and lifted her leg over and onto the shaft of the broom. Her legs and ass almost melted around the wood, it's hard surface rubbing up against her panties, and more importantly, what was under them. Moreover, her ass and thighs were rubbing up against Bella behind her. She was soft. Warm. Every squirm she or Bella made sent ripples through both their bodies. Vicky almost yelped when Bella wrapped her arms around her cushiony waist and pressed her soft breasts against her back. In a mesh shirt and crop top, there was nothing to protect Vicky from the squishy sensation of it. "S-Safety first..." Bella whispered meekly, "So, um... you can start her up by just, um... Mrs. Mira says it's all about imagination, so... just fly it like you THINK you would fly a broom..."

Vicky laughed nervously. "S-So what, I need some pixie dust and a happy thought?" Bella giggled. The noise of it was infectious. "Well, if that's how you think it works, sure, although a happy thought should be enough..."

Bella closed her eyes and thought about it. Finding a happy thought was hard. Up until now, her life was all black and white and muddled greys. She hated the world. She hated herself. But now, in this new body, everything was in technicolor. The sensations, the thoughts the feelings, all dialed up to eleven. She could FEEL everything, and not just because her outfit was skimpier than she thought she'd ever be comfortable with.

But this... right here? Being held tight by the girl of her dreams... BEING the girl of her dreams?

There was nothing saying this couldn't be her happy thought.

A minute or two passed as Vicky focused, trying to focus on this moment, to crystallize it in her head, and keep it forever. Suddenly, Bella tapped her on the shoulder.

"Um, hey, Victoria? We've, um, gone off course a bit..." she said nervously.

"Huh?" Vicky looked down, and screamed.

Somehow, with her heart pounding and adrenaline pulsing, she hadn't noticed the broom rising hundreds of feet in the air in the span of only a few minutes.

"FUCK! SHIT! FUCKKKK!" Vicky panicked. The broom responded, dropping like a brick in the air. Bella screamed too, grabbing Vicky tighter as they divebombed back towards the Earth.

"V-Vicky!!! Vicky! It's ok! I'm here! Just focus! Whatever you were thinking about before, think again!" Vicky shouted of the sound of the wind.

There were a few terrifying moments where all Vicky could think about was their inevitable embrace with the could hard ground. But then Bella squeezed her even harder, and the fluttering in her chest reminded her of what had gotten them this far in the first place. Focusing on Bella's hug, her arms, her breasts, her breath on her neck, her hair tickling hers, Vicky pulled up with all her might.

WOOOSH!

It was like a jet fighter doing a flyby. Grass, leaves, and turf was sent flying by the force of mana pushing against the Earth, looping the girls back up into the air. Vicky could swear she felt the tips of her boots glance against the ground, but she ignored it.

They rose, higher and higher, faster and faster, Vicky's eyes closed, focusing desperately lest they fall again. It wasn't until they broke through a cloud and the moisture slapped Vicky's face that she finally opened her eyes and, despite herself, looked down.

They were higher now, but it was different this time. Calmer. Like somehow, being even further from the world below was the same as being further from the fear.

The skyscrapers below looked like tiny Christmas lights strewn across black pavement.

It was breathtaking.

"Wow..." Bella said, voicing Vicky's own thoughts perfectly, "I've never been this high before. You're a real natural at this, Vicky. A swelling of giddy pride filled Vicky's swollen chest. "Th-Thanks, Bella... um... so... you're a witch too, right? Does that mean that you were... you know... a boy like me? Before...?"

Bella smirked. "Well, let me ask you first. Does it matter? Any kind of girl's still a girl isn't she? And would you look at me any different if I was?" A flash of shame cut through Vicky's stomach. "N-No... of course not, sorry... and no, I could never look any differently at YOU Bella!" Vicky blurted out before she'd even realized her mistake. "ER, that is, I mean... fuck..."

Bella laughed. "It's ok, Vicky... I... I've had my eye on you too..."

Victoria almost fell off her broom.

"Wh-what? Really?!"

"Yeah. Truth be told, I've got a thing for photographers. I've also got a thing for cute, chubby little goth girls like you..."

Vicky blushed. Something had taken Bella over. They were far enough away from the stress and expectations on the ground that her usually timid nature melted away. Under the light of the full moon, Bella was a hungry wolf. And Vicky, her prey.

"I'm also a fan of huge, heavy tits like yours. How does it feel, lugging these things around all day. Did you think being pretty would be this easy? Is it payback for all those glances you stole at any busty girls you've passed in the halls?" Bella teased Vicky, easily popping her fat tits out of her crop top, sinking her fingers deep into her flesh. Vicky moaned.

"Suh-Sorry... I didn't mean to-"

"Shhhhh... I get it, Vicky... us girls, we're so pretty... it's hard to resist the temptation... but you know, you're a pretty girl now, too... you're gonna have all KINDS of eyes on you know... undressing you... fantasizing about having just one night with you... or fantasizing about just BEING you... think you're ready for that kind of attention...?"

Bella looped her fingers under Vicky's skirt and pulled her panties down to her ankles. Vicky wiggled into side saddle and back, and soon the red undies were hanging precariously off her ankle.

"Yuh... yes... I want it... I want people to look at me... t-take pictures of me for a change..." Vicky's hot, wet sex was now pressed deep into the smoothly sanded and lacquered wood of the broom. Every little shift of weight dragged pleasure across her vulva. Vicky started rocking her hips, hungry for more, her heart pounding harder and faster, a raging fire boiling in her stomach.

Bella sucked hard on Vicky's spindly neck as she loosened her own clothing. Now the bare skin of her breasts slapped against Vicky's back as she rocked back and forth.

"Hmmm, well you better hope no-one down there has a camera good enough to snap a picture of you now, my little slut. Look at you, pleasuring yourself on your own broom. You really are insatiable, huh? What if someone looks up and sees you? What would you do then?"

"I-I... hahhh... w-w-would- uh-uhm...."

"You would CUM, huh? You would cum like a dirty little whore wouldn't you? You're just a stripper dancing on a pole hundreds of feet in the air..." Bella was getting off herself now, panting, rocking back and forth with Vicky, pressing up and into her from behind.

"Haahh... I-Ah... hahhhh... haahhhh.... HAAAAAHHHHNNNNN~!"

They came at the same time, wrapping the broom in their own slick fluids. They collapsed into each other, almost rolling limply off into the darkness below.

"I... fuck, Bella, that was... fuck..." Vicky mumbled, her brain still short circuiting from the shotgun blast of serotonin she'd gotten.

"Hehehhe... yeah, it was... welcome to the Coven, Victoria... you'll fit in JUST fine..."

Bella sighed in content, then looked down at her ankle.

"Uhm, Bella..?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I think I dropped my panties..."

"Oh..."

They stared at each other for a moment, and then laughed so hard they almost fell off their broom again.





From the desk of

Mira Alcott

Head-Mistress of Transformations

(Special thanks to TashaTheWitchQueen for the suggestion, to my Test Readers, and to all of you for your support!)

(Also took some inspiration for how Mana works from "Her Majesty's Royal Coven" by Juno Dawson)