Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20181202105309/@comment-36855838-20181202132016

I peruse the encampment, and an hour later, spot a lone witch seated in a pool chair, sunbathing.

I take aim, mindful of the wind, and fire.

Bullseye! Or, rather, witch's foot!

She yelps in pain, sitting up to reach for the dart, but her feet shoot away from her, her thighs thicken, hips widen, butt gets jiggly, arms stretch out, breasts swell, her hair grows, stopping just above her butt.

And of course her seat collapses under her weight.

She just sits there, groping her new curves, and as the wind changes, I can her a deep, womanly giggle.

All of this has understandably made me boulder solid, but my companion has me covered, her hand already snaked into my shorts, and her breasts in my lap.

She doesn't tease me to orgasm, but instead strokes just enough to ease the pain of hardness, her hand enchanted to be cool and soothing.

A familiar walks up to our first target, and begins to launch into a tirade about how she has betrayed the camp.

I take aim, and again hit my mark.

"Right in the nipple!"

Ooh, that's gotta sting.

Her left breast swells first, then her right, and so she topples face first into the witch's lap, her arms, butt, hips, thighs, and feet follow suit, her hair grows down past her waist to near her knees.

Her tail has grown longer, and thicker, and begun to wrap about the witch's legs, squeezing and massaging the plush flesh like a stress ball.

The fuzzy paws drip with sweat, it is rather hot today.

I mumble an old verse from my father's hunting journal,

"Freuzzle, frazzle, heart of gold, spread the pollen, spread the mold. Give me wind to fill my sails, bring my summer chills and hails, make an icy [north] wind blow, bring it to me, make it grow," and the wind picks up speed, the tents in the camp begin to ruffle.

Frzzulknif must be feeling generous today.

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