I know witches, spells, and all of that are more "Halloween" coded but I wanted to write a caption which included some rhyming spells.
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“Eye of newt and crushed tulips;
For bewitching thighs and puffy nips.
Bovine fur and fatty bits;
Gives me hefty, swollen tits.
Pinch of sugar, dash of rum;
We can’t forget about the bum!
Stir it ‘till it starts to bubble;
Now my rear should surely double!”
The feline witch’s apprentice chanted the spell, tossing the ingredients into the heated cauldron which sat center in the room. As the spell demanded she did indeed stir the vile concoction until it began to bubble. Small puffs of purple smoke wafted into the air from the green liquid signifying that the spell had worked.
The catgirl took a few steps back from the witching cauldron and held her arms out to the side to bask in what was to come. The short, grey fur covering her body stood on end as her chest and buttocks began to tingle. Slowly the apprentice robe which she wore began to grow tight as mounds of sensitive flesh grew from her flat chest. The skirt of her dress began riding up, exposing her panties which began wedging themselves betwixt her expanding cheeks. Their growth was slow at first but gradually gained momentum as her swelling flesh began to fight her clothing. Her panties dug deeply into her rear and with her breasts compressed beneath the fabric of her robe she found it harder and harder to breathe. Luckily for her the seams of her dress suddenly gave way causing her visibly swelling tits to lurch forward, dragging her along with them. She stumbled forward, barely catching herself on the cauldron before she tumbled to the ground.
“Hah, hah.” She panted as she tried to catch her breath. With her head and chest leaned over the cauldron which still bubbled with her incantation she inhaled even more of the spells fumes sending it into overdrive. Her chest and rear gurgled before their noticeable but manageable growth changes to rapid swelling. Her ass tore her panties asunder as her hanging, swaying breasts dunked themselves into the cauldrons contents. “Shit!” She pushed against the rim of the cauldron, struggling to lift her rapidly growing tits from the warm concoction but their sheer weight was too much for her as they plopped back down to the bottom of her spell brew. They continued to grow until they filled up the entirety of the cauldron, sending the displaced bubbling liquid splashing to the ground.
“Luna!” A stern and very angry voice shouted out, lingering in the air. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Heels clacked against the stone ground as Luna’s mistress entered the room, tossing her recently bought supplies haphazardly onto the nearest table as she stormed towards her apprentice. Her motherly hips swayed and her large breasts bounced within her strapless dress with each hastened step towards the catgirl.
“I’m sorry Medea- I mean Mistress!” Luna panicked, stammering as she futilely tried to unlodge her stuck breasts. “You’re just so pretty and I wanted a figure like yours!”
“Nonsense!” Medea came to a stop before her apprentice and eyed the obscene changes she had inflicted upon herself. “Did you follow the spell exactly?”
“Yes?” Luna winced as her growing teats had completely filled the cauldron but despite this their growth had not run its course as they fought against their iron container.
Medea looked over at her shelf of ingredients which was well organized before she left to run errands. Just based on what she remembered she could see her apprentice had messed up with the spell's quantities. “You used too much lard, ignoring the fact that I never gave you permission to use my ingredients.”
“No! I followed the spell exactly!” But at that very moment a crack formed in the cauldron, causing it to split in two as Luna’s compressed breasts broke free from their metal cell and splayed out in front of her. She laid atop her hay bale sized tuts looking up at her Mistress.
The corner of Medea’s mouth curled and her eye began to twitch. “This is what I get for turning my familiar into a humanoid.”
“Mistress, I’m so very sorry I-”
“Enough!” the Grand Witches voice boomed like thunder. “Do you know how much money you cost me today? A cauldron of that size and quality is 500 gold pieces alone, not including the rare ingredients you just tossed away for your perverted desires!”
“I’m so sorry Mistress! I- I can clean all of the premises! Scrub every surface until it's cleaner than it’s ever been!”
“What? No, no, no. You aren’t doing some measly chores while I work to cover the damage you’ve done. I have another thing in mind.” Her face twisted into a vile grin as she looked over the immobile catgirl.
“Mistress please! You're scaring me!”
Medea held her arms out on front of her and began wriggling her fingers as if she was controlling a marionette all while chanting:
“Witch in training, my underling
Turned feebleminded plaything.
Watch your body answer me;
Limbs go numb, controlled by string.
Pussycat who’s now in heat
Fuck everyone you shall meet.
Blowjob, anal, paizuri
Be it quick or leisurely
Use your body, use it well
Make up for your wasted spell.
Heed my hex my precious pet,
you’ll be free once out of debt.”
Luna’s body moved of its own accord, struggling to its legs as her chest tried to pull her back to the ground. Her entire body tingled with the familiar warmth of going into estrus. “Mistress, I’ll do anything you want! Just please release me from this spell.”
“No can do my precious apprentice.” Medea shook her head. “That spell requires a spell cauldron which I no longer have. Now, run along and use your spell to make some money. That debt isn’t going to lay itself off.” Medea waved Luna off which her body complied with as it began walking out of the room.
“Please Mistress!” Luna shouted over her shoulder as she disappeared through the doorway.
“And so you know, you owe me 850 plus interest!”