A Witchy Whoops
By Will



Margie was furious. Who was Margie? Margie's a witch – generally a gentle and
even tempered one, until she was ridiculed by a neighbor. Since then, she
swore to get even!

Her neighbor had publicly ridiculed her about her pumpkins. Each year she grew
pumpkins in a small garden and used them to make yummy pies and baked seeds –
and she was so proud of them. Her neighbor though had grown jealous of the
attention Margie was getting and using store bought pumpkins, made pies as
well only with twice the flavor – through various spices. She then went so far
as to not only brag about her pies, but how pathetic Margie's was – at a
public fair. Margie was so embarrassed that she ran away and wasn't seen for
almost two years. She actually only went off to sulk for a few months – but
the remainder of the time, she was planning her revenge. "These many
months...", she began saying to her cat, while stroking his back, "it has
taken me to find the necessary ingredients for the spell I need. Make fun of
my pumpkins, will she?! Well, we'll see how much she'll like huge pumpkins!"
and with that she cast her magic upon the powder she put into a small pouch
and left to return to her previous home.

We were just setting down for lunch when there was a knock at the front door.
"I wonder who that could be?", I asked and was about to get up. "No Will, you
sit and have lunch. I'll get the door. Besides, I'm closer to it." You
grinned. "You have me there.", I chuckled. The knock came a second time, "I'm
coming!" you announced to the door. "Yes?", you said then choked and gasped
for air as a cloud of powder hit you squarely in the face. "Make fun of me and
my pumpkins will you!", came an angry voice from the other side of the cloud.
"Huh? Make fun of? Pumpkins? What?!", you blurted while still gasping for air.
"Who... who are you?!", Margie asked with her eyes wide in surprise.

"My name is Mandy and this is my apartment.", you replied, "And you are?" "I'm
Margie. Where's Denise Rawlins at?" You shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe she was
a previous tenant? I've been in the apartment for the last 13 months." "Oh
no!" Margie gasped, "How could I have made such a mistake? I let my anger get
the better of me. I didn't think things through..." "What do you mean?", I
spoke up while coming to the door but overhearing everything. Margie went
through how Denise made fun of her in front of everyone and her planned
revenge.

Suddenly, you let out a quick yelp as you began to swell up. Your pants looked
as if you stuffed two beach balls at your buttocks. The stretchy material was
spread so thin that the dark grey stretch pants appeared to be nearly white
with specks of grey – and we could clearly see the outline of your womanhood
as your pants and panties were stretched taught against it by your growing
arse. Your shirt then grew tight and began to rip as your belly swelled and
billowed out – growing in many inches per second – finally ended up as a near
sphere in shape some four or five feet in front of you. Not to be outdone,
your breasts began to grow as well – the bottoms resting on the floor and then
swelled in a somewhat spherical shape as well – so huge, no words could
describe them – no size could be defined for them, but your nipples swelled up
to a firm and angry shade of a reddish-pink.

"What's going on?!", you whimpered. Margie explained the spell was going to
make Denise grow her own pumpkins – on her belly, breasts and buttocks. You
then gasped seeing your belly and breasts turn orange and give off the aroma
of pumpkins – something only partially comforting given the situation. You
couldn't see them but took our word for it that your buttocks had done the
same. The entire apartment reeked of the smell of pumpkin and you swelled up a
bit more – roughly a couple inches within the hour. Margie explained a bit
further that Denise would continue to grow bigger and bigger pumpkins until
she apologized to Margie – something Margie figured Denise would never do.

"Can't you undo this?", I asked. Margie shook her head slightly, "I'm sorry,
it can't be undone... however, I can alter it." She began to look through one
of her spell books and chanted the words in it. "I don't feel any different.",
you said to her. "I made it so the spell will cease at midnight and then
you'll return back to normal. I'm so sorry this happened! Can you forgive
me?", Margie asked to you. "I guess so. I can understand you being upset, but
you should really check first before throwing magic powder at anyone opening
the door. What if my boyfriend Will had answered it?" "Then his buttocks as
well as his testicles would have grown.", Margie said after thinking about it.
"OH MY!", you said imagining if I had grown and you began getting a wet
feeling between your legs.

"Excuse us for a moment... or two.", I said with a smile and escorted Margie
into a side room while I began to lap at your wetness but you noticed me with
a couple of small containers with something in them. "What...ohhh yes...don't
stop...oh... what's in thoooooooose?", you panted. "Sugar and pumpkin spice.",
I winked and kept lapping. "mmmm... oh yessssss!", and you orgasmed. Margie
had been in the other room feeling sorry for herself when she heard your
orgasmic scream and looked to see what I was doing and how much you enjoyed it
and it brought an idea to her head. While you were recovering and I was
putting the spices away, she snuck out and collected some of your juices in a
small container then snuck back into the other room. She resumed her faηade of
being embarrassed and once more apologized. "Would you like to stay for
something to eat or drink?", you asked her. I smiled, "We have..err... pumpkin
pie for dessert?" and we all began to laugh in fits. "No no, I should be
going. Maybe some tea or milk or something before I go?", she asked upon
second thought. "Sure. Will, could you? I'm a bit unable to move.", you
grinned, patting your giant pumpkins that were your breasts. "Of course! Be
right back!", I smiled. I returned later with some tea for Margie and as I
did, a cloud of powder hit me in the face. "Don't blame her, Will. It was my
idea!", you grinned as I felt my buttocks expand but a strong pumpkin smell
came from my balls as they grew every bit as enormous as your breasts had.
Luckily we were standing and facing each other. "I'll..umm.. see myself out.",
Margie said with a wink.

Since I was still growing, it took little effort for my penis to find its mark
and you were very wet and eager for it. We also couldn't move from our spots,
but I was able to buck my hips back and forth to provide the necessary motion
needed to bring both of us to orgasm many, many times while we waited for
midnight to hit. "Gee Will, if you made me pregnant right now, would I have a
baby... or a pumpkin?", you snickered. I wasn't sure but laughed as well. We
had quite a few hours to go but midnight did come and we returned to normal.
There was a knock on the door the next day around lunchtime and instead of
opening it, you peered out of the peep-hole. Sitting on the doorstep was a
plain white box with a note on it. You picked it up, inside was a pumpkin pie
and a note from Margie, "I hope you both enjoy this pie. There's plenty more
where this came from! Expect one each year, as a reminder of our little
‘adventure'. Love, Margie" It did smell so very good and we had some – then
felt it – our buttocks, your breasts and belly and my balls all growing –
swelling to their enormous sizes and growing in color and scent of pumpkins!