Sorry this one is late. NGL these last 4 to 5 weeks have been rough and I got overwhelmed. Anyways, I wanted to try out a different story format and… I don't think it's conducive to my writing style so from now on I'll stick with what I've been doing :3
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Vivienne shifted her hips as she sat, unable to get comfortable on the wooden table despite the ample cushioning her plumpened rear had. Not used to how wide she was, she tapped one of the many flasks laid lazily about the tabletop with her butt knocking it over and spilling its contents onto the floor.
“Hey!” Her apprentice snapped at her. “Be careful!”
Vivienne twisted her back and looked over her shoulder at the young, brown haired man and scowled at him. Her tail flicked freely behind her, whipping itself periodically between as they stared at one another. “This is all your fault so don’t you dare speak to me like that!” She watched as Evan’s look of amusement contorted into anger as his lips curled downwards into a frown and the skin on the bridge of his nose wrinkled as he furrowed his brow. “Wait! No! That came out wrong. I meant-?!” Every muscle in her body stiffened as Evan grabbed her bovine tail just below the tuft of fur and pulled on it. The pressure it put on her nerves was overwhelming, effectively paralyzing her mid apology for a brief moment.
“Looks like you didn’t learn your lesson last time.” He tugged on Vivienne’s tail one more time, causing the older woman to whimper. “Get off the table and kneel.”
“But…” SMACK “Ah!~” Evan left a red handprint across her left ass cheek. She thought with the extra padding of fat on her rear that it wouldn’t hurt so much but as it rippled with the momentum of his open handed slap she felt it radiate with this pulsing stinging sensation.
“Kneel!”
“Okay… Sheesh…” Vivienne hopped up off the table. It creaked as the wood tried to warp back into its natural position from holding up her weight but it was left with a now permanent dip along the edge where she was sitting. She gingerly rubbed the sore spot on her butt as she turned to face Evan, who had walked over to her side of the table. She was taller, bigger than Evan and his superior in both age and professional relationship and yet her confident and once demanding authority was gone. Before she knew it she had dropped to her knees, her fat overgrown tits bouncing as her knees collided with the wooden floor as they dropped with her albeit with a short delay. She tilted her head back, looking up at her young apprentice who looked back down at her with a satisfied smirk on his face. He stood with both hands on his hips, his stance loud and proud as he pushed his hips out towards her. The straining bulge in his pants threatened to boop her on the nose but instead it taunted her, just shy of making contact by a mere half inch.
“I think you know what I want.” His tone matched the smug, shit eating grin he had on his face. He knew that his wiccan teacher was aware of exactly what he wanted and he also knew that she’d give into it given enough time.
It was faint but the musky aroma from his still covered dick wafted into her nose. Vivienne had been staring at the bulge in Evan’s pants with wide eyes and as she knelt before him her hefty breasts rose and fell on her chest as her breathing became heavy and agitated. It wasn’t even anything particular about his cock either, it was something with how confident he was that gnawed at the back of her mind until- She reached out with her hands, resting on on his thigh while the other worked at unzipping his pants. Using just her thumb she unbuttoned his jeans then she pinched the zipper between her two fingers and slowly pulled it down. Beneath the thick, rugged layer of denim was soft cotton boxers that were pungent with his scent. They did little to hide his member whose imprint could be seen plain as day through them but she still wasn't done. She looped her index and middle finger under the boxer's waistband, brushing against his skin and wiry pubes, and pulled it down. The erect member sprung forth as soon as it was free of its confinements and once it came to a rest it pointed directly at Vivienne, twitching every now and then as her breaths puffed against its sensitive glans. She glanced up at Evan who only nodded back at her in return but it told her exactly what she already knew. She shifted forwards on her knees, mouth open and tongue rolled forth and took his member in her mouth. Her tongue and lips worked its way across the head of his dick, lapping up every crevice and corner of its folds until she was cut short. Evan grabbed her cow horns through her white pointed hat and forced her closer to his waist. She held her hands on his thighs but as his dick became sheathed in her throat her burdensome bosom pressed into his legs until the entire length had been buried within her mouth. Her nose rested amongst his unkempt pubes, both the hair and the intense scent tickling the inner walls of her nostrils. Evan held her there for a moment before he pulled his hips back and began to face fuck her, slapping his sagging balls against her chin and his dick into the back of her throat with each thrust. GLUK GLUK GLUK GLUK And to think that their dynamic had changed so much in just four hours.
Vivienne had been working on a specific potion for quite some years now, one that would make her younger and prettier, and her apprentice had just come back with the last ingredient for it! How was she supposed to know that the bag of ground up horns wasn’t from a stag and was instead ground up horns from a cattle? She mixed it into the cauldron along with the other ingredients and got to stirring. She noticed that it smelled faintly sweet and had the consistency of thick cream but thought nothing of it as the old tome she was working from made no mention of the potions qualities other than the ingredients, brewing instructions, and effects it should have. Once she had let it reduce and distilled any impurities from the mixture she was left with just one bottle of the concoction which she held in her hands. She felt light, elated that her hard work was finally paying off and without wasting anytime she gulped down the contents of the flask. At first nothing happened but eventually she began to feel warm as her body tingled. Surely it was working but- She wasn’t getting younger, instead she felt herself bloat up as she gained weight. Her slim tummy grew chubby as fat welled up along her torso, giving her a nice pair of love handles. Her thighs and arms went from sticks and bones to meaty and soft. But none of that compared to her breasts and ass which gained the most amount of weight! Her D-cups rapidly swelled to double- triple-quadruple their previous size until they rested in her lap straining against her bustier. Her hips and ass extended outwards, first causing the bottom of her robe to ride up her body but they quickly grew too wide for it as they ripped it at the seams leaving her naked save for her pointed hat, bustier, and the fishnet thigh highs she had been wearing. And even then her transformation wasn’t complete as a bovine tail sprouted from her spine, cow horns poked through her scalp and hair, and her ears grew longer and became covered with short white fur. All the while Evan stood off to the side, gloating about what he had done to her.
At first she was furious with him but as they argued she noticed something different with her apprentice. Or… maybe it was with her? He seemed more confident, more dominant somehow and before she knew it she was pinned to the wall by him and being made to promise to help him achieve his goals as an alchemist. She of course didn’t accept his demands but as he held her there she felt her own dominance subside until she eventually capitulated. And now, after setting up her brewing room to his liking and helping him brew some potions of his own making, she found herself gagging on his dick and though he was holding her head to his crotch she didn’t find herself trying to break free either.