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Don't rob a witch's house

Author: @allback1 • Published: 2024-05-23 • Length: 823 words • ♥ 150 likes • 🌐 View on OpenTGC ↗

Melissande raised an eyebrow in surprise as she walked into her living room and saw a petite woman standing there, exposing her underwear. "Well, well, well... What have we here?" Melissande's lips curled into a smug smirk. The woman remained motionless, as if frozen, but her eyes followed every step Melissande took.

As Melissande approached the girl, she observed, "You seem to be quite adventurous." She scolded, "It was unwise of you to come to my house uninvited." Pointing a finger at her, she questioned, "Were you planning on stealing from me?" The girl's voice trembled as she replied, "Y..yes." "Well, you shouldn't have attempted to rob a witch," Melissande scolded. "My house is fully protected." "You are now my puppet, and I will have some fun with you," she said, as she pushed the woman on the sofa and began to massage the girl's breasts. "As you may have already noticed, you cannot move or speak unless I ask you a question or tell you what to do," the witch explained."

Melissande's hands continued to massage the intruder's breast, causing goosebumps to rise on their skin. "Do you enjoy this?" Melissande asked with a sly smile. "Yes," the girl answered. "Do you want more?" asked Melissande, her hand already rubbing the girl's vagina and kissing her. "No... please... just let me go," the girl replied between kisses and soft moans.

Melissande playfully responded, "Not yet, my dear," as she directed the girl to get comfortable. She then sensually lowered her head towards the space between the girl's legs and began to lick her pussy, eliciting even louder and more intense moans from the girl.

The intruder didn't last long before reaching climax. "So soon... Is this your first time?" Melissande inquired. "No," replied the woman. "Is it your first time as a woman?" Melissande clarified. "Yes," answered the girl. "Hmm, that's intriguing. I'm curious to see what you looked like before becoming this adorable, petite girl," Melissande said with a mischievous grin.

As the intruder watched in shock, Melissande's body began to transform. Her figure grew larger and more masculine, with defined muscles replacing her once feminine curves. Her chest flattened as pectoral muscles emerged, and a sizable penis appeared where her vagina had been. Her hair retracted and her skin changed from white to black. All traces of her femininity vanished, leaving behind a muscular black man in her place.

"You used to be such a manly man," Melissande exclaimed in her newly masculine voice. "And now you're so small and delicate, like a dainty flower," she commented with a smirk. "Come over here and greet your longtime companion," she said, motioning towards her crotch. The intruders crawled towards Melissande and began sucking her old penis.

Melissande grumbled, "I sure hope you were better in bed than at sucking." With determination, she added, "I'll make sure to improve that." Melissande imposed strict rules upon the girl, even giving her a new name and identity: Trixi. As a stripper, she had to do more than just entertain to make enough money to survive each month. She was skilled at pleasing men and enjoyed it, but she never forgot who she used to be - though she could never speak of her past. While Melissande was talking, Trixi's blowjob abilities got better. Once Melissande was done giving her instructions, she grabbed Trixi and fucked her, penetrating her with her large penis.

As they had sex, Trixi moaned loudly and reached an orgasm multiple times. Before reaching her own climax, Melissande got up and directed Trixi to kneel before her. Melissande spoke up, a mischievous glint in her eye. "It's time to say farewell to your old body; no one will see it anymore." She released her sperm onto Trixi's face with a smirk. “Clean it” she ordered and Trixi obligated

Melissande's masculine form quickly disappeared as she reverted back to her original body. "It's time to leave Trixi and use the back door exit," Melissande commanded, conjuring up some clothes for Trixi to wear. “Fine, but you have to pay me,” Trixi stated firmly. Melissande smiled, saying, “If you don’t want something even worse to happen, then I suggest you leave.”

Trixi departed for her new life, knowing it would not be the last time she offered her services without receiving any payment.