My entry into the Photomanip Discord’s Magic Challenge  discord.gg/JVDrtwjMa

My entry into the Photomanip Discord’s Magic Challenge  

https://discord.gg/JVDrtwj

Maybe it was cliched, but October had always been her favorite time of the year. The cool weather and colorful leaves made for a beautiful season, and nobody paid mind to her dressing up like a witch all month. They just assumed she was a Halloween enthusiast, and while that wasn’t untrue, the steeple hat was as much a nod to her alewife ancestors as a not so subtle hint at her current profession. Her business was that of witchcraft, specifically brewing potions and tonics for various mundane and mystical uses.

Today she was enjoying a rather windy October first, glad to have the heat of stuffy late September blown out of her house and some fresh air in the old cottage. The smell of crisp morning air mixed with that of dried herbs and… milk? She stopped for a moment before recalling the business at hand, today she needed to brew up a potion that would help a local farmer’s dairy remain operational. This year had been a tough one, and if his cows didn’t stop under producing her might be forced to sell the farm. He had been a family friend for years and she still fondly remembered picking pumpkins out of his garden at Halloween as a kid. She smiled wistfully as she collected the ingredients she needed on to her table and started to measure of how much she needed of what.

As she separated and mixed the contents a strong gust of wind whipped through the cottage. A small opened pouch of a powder was blown into her face and she launched into a sneezing fit. Her sneezes were so violent she accidentally overturned the half completed potion she had been at work on and it’s contents splashed over her chest.

Her breasts tingled and her back hurt immediately, her eyes went wide when she realized that potion was less inert at this stage than she had imagined. The potion was clearing having some sort of effect on her and she could give a few guesses at what was going to happen. There was a sharp pinching feeling below her breasts followed by a dull ache and some pressure, she reached down and even through her clothing she could feel… was that a nipple? She felt the other side and there was a second one, slowly she lifted her shirt and groaned loudly at the sight of all four of her breasts. As soon as the fabric was lifted her breasts almost sensed the room to grow and started to swell, she tried in vain to hold them still, to push them back, but her hands rapidly filled with soft boob flesh.

As she struggled to contain her expanding bosom she didn’t notice that her nose had stayed pink from her sneezing, and the color had spread until the entire front of her nose was a rosy color. It also looked wider, thicker, from the bridge to the tip it was taking on a rather broad shape. Her ears had begun to have pins and needles, a numb feeling like they had fallen asleep and if she hadn’t been so concerned by the increasingly large and heavy breasts in her hands and arms, she might have noticed how large her ears were. They had become round and large, a light layer of fuzzy hair, fur really, had grown over them and was the same color as hers.

Her back still ached like she had slept on the ground, and the only thing that stopped her fretting over her huge breasts and there decidedly teat like nipples was the cracking and popping as her spine suddenly lengthened. She grit her teeth and saw stars, not so much in pain as just blindsided by the intense sensation. She leaned against the table to balance herself as new vertebrae formed and a long thick tail grew out from above her ass which had also grown a bit thicker and more plump. As she slowly began to process her surroundings once more she noticed the long swaying tail. It was as thick as her wrist and she could feel the weight of it as it moved. She ran her hand down the length and shivered as she felt her hand caress the new part of her for the first time. Soft skin, soft fur, a tuft of black fur at the end… she stopped touching it when she heard the sound of something dripping onto the table. It was the splatter of milk… she looked down at her chest and saw that she had indeed achieved a rather potent amount of milk production, just not for a cow. Her breasts felt almost painfully full, heavy and hot as they still swelled with milk. She tugged and pull at her many nipples trying to milk herself faster than she produced the cream, trying to do anything to stop the pressure.. at least from getting worse. Currently it actually felt a bit nicer than she was ready to admit. Tugging her four teats and spraying fine jets of milk into a nearby bucket made her face red and her loins ache.