Allure was never a fan of staying in one place. Magic was all around, so why stick in some swamp or isolated mountain to do her work? Instead, the busty elvish witch had taken her work to the big city. Now, she runs an alchemy and baubles shop that adheres to many tastes! From the simplistic, to the exotic to the erotic~.
The front counter to the shoppe was covered in alchemical equipment and trinkets she acquired from a local adult shop. She grabbed one of the items, a leather collar with ‘Good Girl’ embroidered on the front, and an eye-dropper that rested in a dark blue elixir. Placing a few droplets onto the chain, it started glowing with arcane energy. She reached under the counter to grab a small metal plate with enchanting sigils chalked onto it. Allure placed the collar on the plate, and began her incantation.
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The door swung open with enough force to dent the small bell hanging above. An older man with a long, tattered leather cloak rushed into the store from the street. “Witch! I finally found you!”
Allure looked up from her enchantment circle at the silver fox with a raised brow. “Do I know you?”
“You know my family, hag! For generations my family sought to your demise!” He yelled as he brandished a blade who laid hidden beneath the cloak. “This day I make my ancestors proud! This day I-” His monologue was cut short as something struck his neck. He could not see it, but a raised hand confirmed a collar had fastened around his neck. “What witchcraft is this?!”
Allure leaned back, revealing to the witchhunter more of her voluptuous form. “It’s my witchcraft luv~” she hummed as a show began before her. The witchhunter tried to find any give on the collar, but it seemed to run flush with the skin it struck. “Normally I don’t like forcing my wares onto people, especially one that deprives you of so much free will.”
The witchhunter looked up, “Free will?!” He shouted. Both hands returned to his blade as he raised it up to strike the buxom heretic.
“Stop.”
In an instant, he felt all his muscles defy him, making an involuntary action to stop his sword from getting any closer to the witch’s neck. “I came to the city for a change of pace. To have some fun with mortals. You’ll likely not find me in any more peaceful of a mood than you do today!” She stood up, unable to help her breasts’ hypnotic jiggle as she did. “I don’t want to harm anyone, so I’ll strike a deal - no, an ultimatum for you. You help me in my shop for a little while, and then I’ll dispel the collar.”
“I’ll never help you, witch!”
“A damned shame. Because you will be helping me in my shop.You will do it happily, blissfully, and looking like a sexy vixen while you do.” Allure said coldly.
The witchhunter gasped as he felt the collar grow hot, the heat spreading both up and down from it. In actuality, a bright orange coat of fur sprouted over his skin. Panic began to settle in as he could only bear witness to the fur spreading down his arms and legs once he was sure his chest and back were coated. Crackling and popping noises riddled the air as his ears, mouth and back all began to burn. He shut his eyes, unable to watch.
After it sounded like the cracking stopped, he opened his eyes to see his legs and hands have become more akin to paws than feet, having ripped his leather boots and gloves apart from their expansion. He looked behind to see a bushy fox tail poking out above his belt. Lastly, crossing his eyes he saw his once old, baggy face has been festooned with a snout. “What… have you done to me?!”
“Oh that’s not even the best part.” The witch grinned. Almost as if on cue, a nasty cough was forced out the witchhunter’s throat. With each cough and call for breath, the further his voice raised in pitch. A warmth returned to his skin, but this time focused around his pectorals and pelvis. Practically screaming, he hunched over as he felt his penis shift and be forced into his body. He frantically tried to undo the plate protecting his essentials, but his new digits made that nearly impossible. Once he was able to remove the covering, his member was gone, replaced with a moist slit.
The witchhunter panted as she was forced to stay in that hunched position she took to inspect her new cunt. The heat in her chest intensified as her tunic strained. The leather straps creaked as she could only assume what was being held at bay beneath her clothes. She did not need to assume for long as her clothes burst open, revealing a pair of large, natural and sensitive tits. “This can’t be happening… I’m… a proud witchhunter! I gave up my best years hunting you down!”
“Oh, that reminds me. You’re ah… let’s say, 23 now.” The once-witchhunter moaned as the warmth that began to recede came back in droves. The sag in her boobs that made apparent when she stood upright corrected itself, making her chest look even bigger and much more inviting to fondle. She began to massage the outside of her pussy as new life was blessed onto it, growing even wetter and tighter. A new wave of color washed over the fox girl’s head, her short silver mane turning a bright red, and flowed down to the base of her tail. Lastly, her hips and ass gurgled as newfound fat bubbled under her skin, making her not nearly as top heavy.
“This shop… this filthy witch…” She grumbled as her head grew fuzzy. “I.. love working for the horrible witch…” She grew a dumb grin.
“Yes… now be a good girl and dust she shelves. You like being a good girl, don’t you, Candy?”
The fox girl’s tail wagged as she bit her lower lip. Those words, good girl rung in her head. She loved being called that, the warmth it gave her was so blissful!
Two years later, Candy has been promoted to backroom shelf stocker. With her time in the shoppe, she has found peace in her new form. Both her and Allure seemed to have forgotten any notion of returning her back to that old sod she used to be. Not that she could now. With her time serving Allure she has found herself accidentally mishandling several magical items. Though some were practical like growing a new set of arms, others drove her mad with lust like the vibrator fuzed to her thigh, or her puffed lips that make it nearly impossible to say real words now. Sometimes Allure treats her well for being such a good girl, like having returning customers head to the back to try out various sex toys and magic stimuli on her. She has been stretched and stuffed, and she could not be any happier.
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LMK What you think of Allure and her magic shoppe series in the comments! Maybe you could even pay her a visit~
