The Witchyverse, futa captions, and other transformative tales.

Story by jod4135

So I've written 2 other short stories along similar lines to this one and posted them in another thread, as the author of that thread (Sirka) gave me the inspiration and idea to write them in the first place.

But I figured that I might end up writing more stories, so I made a new thread.

The running theme of my stories is that there are old women (who may or may not  belong to a globe spanning secret coven) with cocks running around who want to spread their gift (the gift of havin' a penis). How it's spread is usually the same. The ingestion of semen, but as these old women are reality shapers that is not a hard and fast rule. Ingestion of old woman semen also usually causes the package of the "victim" to be very similar to their transformer. They're opportunists mostly; if they see a chance to spread "the gift" to a cute gal they'll take it. These stories are not connected to each at all; they're all one offs. For now. Also the old witchy women x younger women theme won't be in all my stories; but probably most of them.

I dunno why, I just find the idea kinda hot. Plus it's fun to stretch the writing muscles every once in awhile.

So new story first; older stories are below that.

The tags for these 3 stories are a mix of: futa/futa, futa/female, cock growth, frottage, foreskin, pregnancy, old woman/young woman, urethral sounding.

The Wanged Witch of the Woods It had been two whole months since Kate and her family had moved into Westwood, a small rural town out toward the west of Nowheres-ville. "Now remember: Curfew is 12:00AM, and your homework should be done BEFORE bed, not afterwards." Kate's mom reminded her as she attempted to finish her breakfast. "I know Mom, I know." Kate replied, trying and failing to dodge her mom's cheek kiss as she grabbed her dirty dishes and made her way to the kitchen sink. "I'm going shopping with the girls later, so dinner will be in the fridge if you come back after 6." Kate's mom said as she grabbed some paperwork off the table counter and started working on it.

    "Sounds like a plan; later!" Kate said on her way out the door. A new freshman in high school, Kate had originally thought that moving after junior high would have ruined her entire high school life. But Westwood High had worked out pretty well so far. The cliques were practically non-existent, and in short time she had made a few fast friends both in her own grade and above.

On this beautiful Saturday morning, she had plans to hang with two of her new upper-class friends after doing some homework in the local library. Both part of a "secret" club that usually met every Saturday in their own little tree house near the edge of the large woods that almost enveloped Westwood on all sides. The club was apparently in a crisis after most of the members had graduated last year, leaving only two of the more junior members to run it. Called the MMM, short for Massively Moled Members, the group was more of an informal fanclub for the Westwood Moles, the local football team. But since the football season hadn't even started yet; the club had no activities to run nor promotions to push. This made for a very slow Saturday for the MMM. "I'm...sooo....borrrreedddd..." Janna pouted, slumping in her beanbag chair, as her best friend 

Tess tried to ignore her. "Kate's coming by soon, at least act like your having fun." Tess grumbled, trying to read an old teen magazine to keep from catching Janna's boredom. "Well...maybe we can make some fun before she gets here...." Janna whispered, caressing one of Tess' thighs as a slight lump started to form in her cargo shorts. "I don't think now is a great time..." Tess started to say, before a loud voice from below quickly caught both girl's attention. "YO WHATUP GIRLS!" Kate bellowed at the partially hidden tree house as she got closer, announcing her presence to anyone within earshot and probably farther. Poking their heads above one of the small openings in the side of the tree house; Tess and Janna giggled to each other as they pretended to not hear Kate's greeting. "Did you hear something Janna?" Tess half-yelled to her friend, looking anywhere but toward Kate. "I did not Tess, it must have been the wind." Janna say, laughing as she said it. "IT'S YOUR BOY, THE WIND, HERE TO MESS UP YOUR DAY!" Kate yelled as she started to climb the rope ladder that led up into the tree house.

"What's the password Mr. Wind?" Tess said in a deep voice as she shook the rope ladder while Janna fell back into her beanbag chair, laughing. "Fiddlesticks bitch!" Kate said just as she finished climbing the rope ladder and promptly fell on top of Tess, to Janna's further amusement." "You both are too much!" Janna said, wiping a tear from one of her eyes as the other two girls mock wrestled each other on top of Tess' slightly larger beanbag chair. Getting up first, Tess grabbed a well worn gavel fro

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