Cotton Candy Witch

Witchcraft was discovered in 2007, and a fundamental law was that it couldn't be used for anything important, so witches just used it for whatever else they felt like using it for: usually something petty or silly. As Morgan thought about the dinner date he just had, and he glanced over at the pink and blue-haired bombshell of a witch driving the car to her house, where he was probably going to spend the night, he wondered if all this was a mistake. Petty bullshit was both the essence of relationships gone wrong, and of witchcraft itself.

Everything was going right at the moment, but would that always be the case?

He took a moment to look at her again. Big boobed girls in thick sweaters and sweatpants; his weakness, no matter how menacing. And the pink and blue swirls matched her hair.

Valerie spoke after a whole quiet minute, continuing on as if neither of them were lost in imagination. "And I can't wait to show you all my plushies, that one picture doesn't do it justice, you have to see the whole room..."

There were a lot of plushies in that picture--more than a human being ought to own, witch or not. And as she explained in great detail during the date, she loved every single one, even the bootlegs of the inexplicably expensive plush dolls for some anime or whatever Morgan didn't recognize. They were cute though.

"Surely you couldn't possibly own that many, right? I'm sure not even you would go that far," Morgan teased, setting himself up on purpose to be proven wrong, since it felt like a good way to be flirty.

"You'll see. You'll see," Valerie said. Morgan couldn't help but sense menace in those four words, even though when he thought about it, nothing about her tone was anything but plainly excited. Maybe he was overthinking it. Maybe there wasn't any poor decision-making on his part, and he just landed a date with a straightforwardly nice girl who was a bit weird but probably fine to be with in the long term. Probably. That wasn't reassuring at all.

Morgan decided to focus on something other than terror; he started wondering what movie they'd watch that night, how drunk they would get, when and where they'd do it for the first time, since even without saying it, he knew she knew how the night was going to end, and finally, he wondered if any magic would factor into this--oops, there was the terror again.

But maybe since Valerie was the one that reached out to him first on that dating app, that meant things would be more likely to go right?

"So come on," Morgan said, "What's the movie?"

"You won't get my secrets that easily!"

"Even if I ask really, really nicely?"

"Well... Alright, I'll give you a hint. It's an anime movie that, well, you'll see, but I love it anyway! They were clearly trying, and it shows, and I love it. If you look carefully, you can see so many incredibly lovingly added details, but at the same time, it's just--oh, I don't want to spoil it."

A bad anime movie. Not something he normally watched.

"I guess I'll have to find out later," Morgan said.

"And I don't want you getting too drunk, because you need to be at least mostly sober so you can appreciate it. Oh! And we can build a pillow fort and watch it from in there."

"In the living room?"

"In the bedroom! Why not?"

That sounded extremely cozy. Pillow fort. Surrounded by plushies. Hot girl. Bad movie. Wine or whatever it was she had. It was going to be a weird evening but it seemed straightforwardly nice.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

She opened the door for him, and he was greeted by a nice, if overwhelmingly pink living room--and a dozen enormous plushies stacked in the corners. One of the only non-pink things in the room was the television's black screen. The house looked normal enough from the outside.

"I'm home!" Valerie said. Nobody responded.

"So these are some of your plushies?"

"Yep! Come over here, let me get you all acquainted with each other..."

As Morgan said hi to the enormous log shaped cow plush in the corner, who's name was Sugarplum, he couldn't help but shake the feeling that these plushies were all exes that pissed her off and got added to her collection. Nothing about it logically made sense; for starters, she owned too many of these things for them all to possibly be her exes, unless she spent every waking moment going on dates, although witches were weird like that...

"And I'll show you around the rest of the house later, so come on, have a seat, feel free to bring one of your new friends over if you need a pillow, they love being sat on, or you can put one on your lap, and I'll get the movie..."

"Weren't we going to do this in the bedroom?"

"Yeah, but... I forgot where the movie was in my old DVD binders. It might take a few minutes. So feel free to relax!"

Morgan picked up the teddy bear; the dense stuffing made it much heavier than it looked at first. As he sat down with the teddy bear on his lap, he hugged it tightly.

"Now where is the..." Valerie muttered. "Oh, and Sugarplum's log shape makes her great for building a plushie fort, so could you grab her so we can bring her to the bedroom later?"

"Sure!" he said, happy he remembered that thing's name. As he picked up and carried the hefty log cow thing, he prayed she wouldn't get angry if he forgot one or two or most of their names, as he already had. The names of twelve giant plushies were hard enough to memorize; the boatload in her bedroom was going to be an issue.

"Hey," Morgan asked, "Did you name every single plushie you own?"

"No," Valerie said, and Morgan silently expressed his relief.

Then Valerie spoke again. "Some of them already had names, so I didn't need to name them. Don't worry, most of them are anime characters, so it's easy to remember their names!"

Maybe for her it was.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Morgan started to enjoy being sandwiched between two giant plushies. Now that he was more used to being in her house and a little less on-edge, having the teddy bear as a pillow and Sugarplum on his lap was very, very relaxing. Maybe the weight was comforting.

"I can't find it," Valerie said.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, I looked in all of these binders twice," she said, holding up a pink binder full of DVDs, some bootlegged and some not, and flipping through it to illustrate the lack of whatever movie it was she was looking for.

"Oh. Any other movie ideas?" Morgan asked. It wasn't like they were just gonna call off the date because one movie was missing.

Valerie slowly put the binder back under the television stand, and Morgan took Sugarplum off his lap.

Finally, she perked up. "You know, all we need to have fun is some alcohol, some plushies, and a bed! Who needs a movie, anyway?"

Morgan shivered; he didn't expect the date to move along this quickly.

"Why not?" Morgan said. "But maybe we could watch one of your movies afterward?"

"If we still feel like it..." Valerie said.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Valerie started showing him every single plushie in her bedroom, detailing when she got it, what they were named, what their likes and dislikes were, and whatever other trivia she felt like mentioning. He gave up trying to remember any of their names whatsoever. Anime plushies, more teddy bears, more of the log shaped animal things, some plushies that doubled as pillows, some clearly custom-made crochet plushies, and countless others. There was also a potted plant on the pink-curtained window sill, although on closer inspection, that one was actually a plush too.

There were some pills on her nightstand, right next to a plush shark; he glanced at them when he got the chance, and they were apparently estrogen tablets. Maybe she was taking them because of some hormonal problem, like period cramps or whatever it was women had.

As Morgan kept listening and looking and gently squeezing and hugging all these plushies, it startled him just how much he was into it. He could do this all night. Sure, he had no capacity whatsoever to remember most of what she was saying, but it was cute and fun.

"And that's all of them!" Valerie finally said, snapping him out of a plushie trance. He looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand; did half an hour really pass just talking about plushies?

Morgan picked up a pink bird plush and rotated it in his hands. "I can't believe you made me start liking plushies."

"I'll help you start a collection!"

"Maybe later... just being around yours is nice. So, about that alcohol?"

"Oh, I have just the thing in the fridge! I already premixed it earlier today and everything. Just wait right here..."

Morgan absentmindedly stacked some of the more stackable plushies for a minute. He heard Valerie walking in, and when he looked up, he was shaken out of his plushie stupor once more by a shirtless--though not quite braless--Valerie.

Her white bra had faint pink and blue swirls mixed in, and comfortably inside were pillowy boobs that he would much rather stare at than the plushies. Any thoughts of resting his head on the pillow-shaped plushies on her bed were thrown away; in front of him was a much better idea that he was desperately looking forward to. When it occurred to him to actually pay attention to other things, he noticed the two glass beer mugs she was holding, each filled with a dubious pink liquid, ice, and a blue umbrella toothpick that was meant for a much smaller beverage.

"Ta-da!" Valerie said. "Shirtless bartending. You can't drink this stuff with a shirt on, can you?"

She hopped on the bed next to Morgan, and he was too busy looking at her tits to be amazed by how she managed to avoid spilling the drinks.

"I figured we'd be too busy to get more drinks, so I just got us each one big one." She handed one of the mugs to Morgan, and he held it in both hands. It smelled like cotton candy. Alcohol too, but mostly cotton candy.

"Ahem," Valerie said, "You can't drink this stuff with a shirt on, can you?"

"Oh, right!" Morgan said as he hurriedly took his shirt off, tossing it by the closed door.

Valerie took a big gulp, and Morgan did the same. Instantly, the horrid burn of alcohol kicked in--mixed with sweet cotton candy and a few other tastes he couldn't pinpoint--and he knew this one mug was going to get him wasted. The searing, alcoholic burn of frigid cotton candy went down his throat, leaving him wondering just what was in it and if he should be drinking it so fast. But Valerie didn't seem to be taking it slow, so neither did he.

She rubbed her hand on his chest, making him shiver.

"Ah, it's good stuff, isn't it?" Valerie asked.

"What's in it?" he asked as she leaned against him.

"Secret recipe... And when you're done with it, I have a surprise..."

"A surprise?"

Valerie stopped rubbing him and picked up a nearby doll, squeezing it against her chest while still holding her drink.

"Teehee! A very big surprise. We could do a lot of different things..."

Was now a good time to get handsy with her? He had no idea. He took another sip. The sweetness was overpowering, and so was the burn. His head felt fuzzy, but it was too soon for that to happen; or maybe that was just the result of being two inches away from an incredibly hot girl who was about to have fun with him.

"Like what?" Morgan asked.

"Oh, you can very, very easily imagine..."

She was about to finish her mug, so he hurried up and tried to drink as much as he could so that he wasn't left behind. Finally, it was empty, except for the ice and the little toothpick umbrella. They both set their mugs on the nightstand.

"So Morgan, I have an idea..."

"Mhm?"

"We can do this the normal way, or you could take what's in this imaginary mystery box..."

Now she was just playing games with him. He was down for it. The plushies, alcohol, and big boobs had melted his fear, so why not play along?

"What's in the box?"

"Mystery!"

He pretended to think, knowing what he was going to go with.

"Mystery box it is. There's no way you could do anything to me that I wouldn't like..."

"You sure? I am a witch..."

He had almost forgotten about that.

"Yep! Surprise me."

"Then lay down next to the pile of plushies and I'll do the rest."

Morgan did as he was told, looking straight up at Morgan as she straddled his still clothed thighs. His erection was desperate for whatever it was that was coming...

Valerie waved her finger and winked, and a flash of pink light erupted from Morgan, blinding him for a moment as his entire body grew fuzzy and indistinct.

When he came to, something was off. He stopped looking at Valerie and looked down, and saw not only a complete lack of any bulge in his pants, but instead of the usual average male chest, he had...

Morgan was too busy staring at his--or now her--own boobs to really notice Valerie's delighted giggles. And even though Morgan's erection was gone, there was still a burning need between her legs...

Morgan opened her mouth and spoke in the cutest, girliest possible voice. "You turned me into a..."

"Come on, it's not a date without some forced feminization. Also you have cat ears now."

"I... Oh wow."

Morgan cautiously poked her own chest as if it were some antique. It felt too good. This whole body felt tingly and wonderful--or maybe it was the alcohol. And her hair was much longer; feeling it press against her back was weird and exciting.

Valerie gripped Morgan's pants and underwear with a light, teasing grip, and she let it happen, and as she slid them down her extremely smooth and cute legs, Morgan realized she was a bit shorter. The bust size had to come from somewhere, she supposed.

"So," Valerie asked as she slid Morgan's pants and underwear all the way off, "Have you ever held a big plushie to your boobs and just hugged it?"

"No? I just got these?"

"Go on! Give it a try!"

Morgan picked up the nearest plush doll and held it against her chest while lying down. The sensation of just having a soft doll against her pillowy breasts...

"Valerie, you weren't kidding.... ahahh...."

Morgan squeezed tighter, rolling slightly to the left and right. Having something soft touching her boobs was one thing, but something else about it felt comforting and wonderful. Or maybe that was just the alcohol, which was really starting to kick in.

"I know!" Valerie said. "And what if instead of a plush..."

Valerie slowly took off her bra, finally tossing it aside, and Morgan was as enraptured as ever by her chest. Even still wearing her sweatpants, she was irresistible. For her, Morgan could let go of her plushie, and as Valerie leaned forward, Morgan set the doll aside.

As Valerie hugged her, boobs pressing against Morgan's and overwhelming her in a surge of femininity, Morgan felt her mind fog over.

"Aaaahh..."

Valerie kissed her on the lips, and Morgan almost went limp from pleasure. She felt a hand reach between her legs, and a shiver went through her entire body. Valerie was warm and soft and cute and hot and all kinds of things that Morgan just couldn't withstand.

A few fingers gently stroked the outside of Morgan's pussy. Her legs shifted as they teased her from top to bottom...

Valerie broke the kiss to speak. "And if I touch right here..." She then gently stroked Morgan's clit, forcing a moan to escape her lips.

"Ahahaaah... More..." Morgan begged.

This time, Valerie pressed harder, occasionally dipping her fingers inside Morgan to tease the shallow parts of her depths. Although Morgan tried to keep her mouth closed and her voice still, spurts of pleasured noise kept erupting from her mouth.

"And do you want more?" Valerie asked again, breaking the kiss once more.

"Anything you want..." Morgan said, knowing it would only lead to something great.

"I can show you what it's like to have it filled up. How about it? I'll show you the very big something I'm hiding in my pants, and--"

Morgan didn't care anymore. "Please, yes, ahaaa...."

Valerie leaned back and sat upright on Morgan's thighs. She slid off her conspicuously bulge-free sweatpants, and once they were off, her enormous and previously unseen erection popped out. Morgan stared in shock and horniness. The alcohol was really starting to kick in, and so were the sudden dick cravings.

"Ahhh... Cram it in," Morgan begged. Whether it was a sex toy or her magically conjured dick, she was willing to have anything of Valerie's inside her, so she spread her legs.

Slowly, Valerie pressed her tip against Morgan's pussy.

"Aaahhhhh... yeah, deeper," Morgan said.

Valerie slid in, and as she filled Morgan's depths, Morgan couldn't help but let out a long moan, not bothering to hold it back; she was too drunk for that.

Just when Morgan thought it was all in, Valerie crammed in another inch, making her shudder as her depths were completely filled.

Now inside, Valerie leaned forward, pressing her chest against Morgan's once more, and she leaned her head over to Morgan's left ear.

"I'll fuck you until you scream," Valerie said, and Morgan shivered, knowing that she was going to do exactly that.

Valerie started thrusting in and out, gently at first. Her sensitive pussy burned with fiery arousal, as the craving grew hotter and stronger.

"Faster," Morgan begged. "Faster..."

Valerie reached over and stroked Morgan's cat ears with one hand, and the delightful tingle made her quickening penetration all the more exciting.

"More, more..." Morgan said.

Morgan swore her pussy was getting tighter. Or maybe it was her imagination. There wasn't much room to think about it, all she could consciously do was lay back and enjoy herself and moan and squirm.

As Morgan let out a louder moan as the burning between her legs intensified, Valerie interrupted it with a kiss.

"Mmm..." Morgan mumbled as she kissed Valerie.

Valerie thrusted faster and more sloppily, slamming her hips into Morgan's thighs and starting to moan herself.

Orgasm came closer and closer for Morgan; she didn't know exactly how close she was, but it was close, she knew it.

Morgan's whole body buzzed with pleasure. It was almost there... As they kissed, Morgan couldn't help but still moan into Valerie's lips, and whatever she couldn't express through sound, she expressed with her body, squirming and clenching her body more and more...

She could barely breathe as she kept up the kiss and wriggled around and felt orgasm finally arrive in a growing, overwhelming surge of pleasure. Every muscle in her body tensed up, and as Valerie took her lips away for a brief moment, Morgan let out a moaning gasp that was more like a scream, and then Valerie shut her up again by cramming her lips back against Morgan's, kissing her harder and more strongly. The burning inside reached a climax, and Morgan felt her pussy clenching, as well as Valerie's erection starting to twitch. A warmth filled her as Valerie came as well, coming inside her, and making Morgan all the more overwhelmed with pleasure.

Morgan's pussy kept clenching over and over, and all she could think of was Valerie and how great it was to get fucked and how much she wanted more and how she wanted all of this to keep going...

Finally, the orgasm started to die down. Valerie was finished, but she stayed inside Morgan as her pussy started to calm, and the burning subsided, slowly being replaced by a calm. When it was finally over, Morgan finally stopped moving, and she just looked up at Valerie as their kiss grew calmer and calmer.

Her heart pounded in her ears, still trying to catch up with the rest of her body. She became aware of Valerie's weight pressing her against the bed, and felt content with everything around her.

"And how was your first time as a girl?" Valerie said as she pulled out, dripping cum all over the bed.

"Ahhhh...." Morgan said. "I wasn't expecting to get dicked down today, but... mmm..."

"Yep."