The Witch

It was a lovely spring day...

With the day's work done, you've decided to head over to Alva's place. Some might be surprised that you'd hit up the neighborhood witch for a social call, but Alva was hardly what you would consider a grousing old hag. In fact, she made for quite the pleasant company. The trek to her place was little more than a leisurely walk through well-trodden dirt roads, from the outskirts of the village, past the wet meadows by the river, and into the marshy forest were her hut had been set up. Though, calling it a "hut" would do great disservice to the simple, but manor-sized building that sat in the balmy shade of the forest - easily visible from far away by the multi-colored smoke rising from its dark, flatstone chimney, which also indicated that Alva was busy with work... Which was good, since she loved company while brewing!

Knocking on the frame of her door, you heard a cheery "Come in!" from deeper within the building, and stepping inside, you quickly found yourself in her brewing kitchen. Lit by several high windows, skylights, roof ridge vents, and even a couple of reflective light tubes above the more sequestered parts, the witch's kitchen was a far cry from what one might imagine at the mention of one. It was more well-lit than any workshop floor you've ever seen - certainly, the village smith could've taken some pointers, considering how many days he had spent in the local apothecary from tripping in his furnace-lit hovel of a workplace. A bit further at the back, where the reflected lights of the afternoon sun seemed to coalesce, stood the massive cauldron, heated by clean, but hot-burning spirit fire, its contents bubbling away, casting diffuse, colorful lights upon the brewer, who's equally massive, 3-4 quintal form stood by it, her boar-ham-thick arms jostling her deep bosom as she stirred the pot intently, dark eyes - shaded by the brim of her hat from any stray light not rightly aimed at her brew - focused and lips pursed in a slight smile of doting concentration. The back strip of her dress fluttered above her enormous buttcheeks, as a fart as bubbly as the contents of her cauldron came rip-roaring out of her behind, but that was no indication of her focus - that was just Alva on a regular day. No, what was telling of her focus was her only noticing you as your steps hit the hard stone floor of her kitchen, echoing in the open place. She looked up then, holding the ladle in one hand and stirring lightly, while using her other thick arm to wave at you, cheerily.

"Hello there!" she called out to you, smiling brightly.

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It was the hottest summer you've ever known...

Having nearly conked yourself out after taking the lion's share of the midsummer harvest, you were excused for the dog days, and with little to do in the heat at home, you've decided it was as good day as any to visit Alva - especially since you recalled her living in a rather shady, cool part of the nearby wetland forest. After a rather arduous, but short amble in the sultry heat (it's not even noon!) you found yourself under the comfortable shade of the trees... Only to realize that in the balmy marsh, the temperature was even worse. Breaking into a slow jog to move the air around you, you soon reached Alva's home, but found her manor-like hut empty, with only a settling, still warm-to-the-touch cauldron indicating she'd been busy not long before. Wandering out the back, you picked one of few dirt paths the witch had plodded in the ground in her tenure as the local potion brewer and curse breaker. It lead you up a slight incline, only to end at a small, circular clearing, fenced by birches. Within it was what looked like a collapsed hole, filled with dark, murky water that reminded you of tea (even kinda smelled like it)... And in the water...

"Oh! Sorry, I wasn't expecting visitors in this heat!"

...was Alva, on all fours, naked as the day she was born, and fatter than ever! Now, you were aware of the witch's eccentric proclivities - such came with the vocation, you supposed -, and her bouts of nudity were a frequent topic of gossip in the nearby villages, but of course, as she was useful for the locals, kind in her nature, and, most importantly, lived out of sight and out of mind, these habits have yet to pitch a fit in the locals, so the torches and pitchforks remained used for their intended purposes. But still, seeing her naked - even if she was effectively covering herself by having her most offending assets hidden under the surface - was a bit startling. She had even discarded her wide brimmed hat, letting her curling, flowing hair fall into the water as well, as she seemed to squirm in it. Your first instinct may have been to try and help her... Were it not for the serene smile on her face, and the fact that she looked quite comfortable.

"I'm taking a dip!" she said, smiling "Care to join me?"

What was even more startling was just how HUGE she was. She had never been a small woman since the first day you've laid your eyes on her, but she had never been THIS porcine. Her breasts sagged into the water, still relatively round, but now easily big enough so that even a single one would be like a sack of grain in your arms. They were already bigger than her head, but now, they absolutely dwarfed it! Behind her head, her asscheeks rose into the sky like twin, lumpy green mountains, glistening with moisture (you can't tell if it was hole-water or sweat), bigger than the biggest wagon wheels you've seen, and as wide as a stable door, propped up by the flabby pillars that were her legs, while her front was supported by arms so padded, each looked as thick as a prized sow, yet moved with the same ease as ever. You couldn't see much of her belly, for it was underwater, but you could tell from the thick rolls of fat on her sides and back that it had also grown bigger. Her face had been more or less spared of the weight gain, but her neck had practically disappeared between her padded shoulders...

Realizing that you've been staring without answering, as she had tilted her head to the side, curiously, you shook of the daze that befell you...

The autumnal storms were always merciless...

The arrival of the rain put paid to any work laid out - wood was too wet work, fields too soggy to collect harvest, roads too muddy to make any but the most essential of deliveries, and the air too damp for merriment. So, you've opted to make a mad dash to the marshy forest down the road, and meet with the local witch. Hopefully, with her brewing away, her kitchen and workshop would be warm enough for you to dry off, and do something useful with the rest of your day. Making your way through the swampy forest, you quickly arrived to Alva's sizeable hut. Seeing that the tall, dark, flatstone chimney was still billowing its stray clouds of colorful smoke, you could tell that the witch was as busy as ever. Knocking on the frame of the large door of her brewing kitchen, you didn't even wait for her to reply before stepping inside - surely, she won't mind a social call from a neighbor? What awaited you inside - aside from the comfortable heat, mercifully - were several enormous glass tubes that shone luminous with all the colors of the rainbow... And contained all consistencies found in nature: one's contents swirled like condensed smoke, another's seemed to lay still like trapped mist, the third looked like it was filled with a particularly irate liquid, a fourth one seemed heavy with a dense, syrupy substance inside, and so on... Standing between them, and beaming with joy, was Alva, who just noticed you stepping in.

"Ah, welcome, welcome!" she greeted, before noticing the water dripping off of you "Oh, you're soaked! Here!"

After you've been offered a dry towel and some minutes to dry yourself by the roaring fireplace, you joined her on the workshop floor amid the many tubes, which you've now recognized as being made of crystal glass - known for its magic-suppressing ability -, with each adorned by a spigot at their bottom, right above the gleaming metal frames that held them.

"You came just in time for the experiment!" Alva declared, her breasts, belly and fatty folds bouncing as she bounced on her feet, giddily "Oh, I was hoping for an audience!"

You could accuse her of being a bit of an exhibitionist, but she probably just meant she wanted an assistant to take notes. At least, you hoped so.

"Now..." she began, turning to you "All of these should fill me up with something!"

That explains the hoses attached to the spigots.

"All you gotta do is pick one!" she continued, lifting up one of the hoses an an example "Say where you want me to stick it..." she hovered the business end in front of her mouth, her... Belly button? Her... Oh my... And even behind her ass, of course "And then we'll see what it'll do!"

The year was well within its fall...

With the last of the harvest done and dusted, and your own home prepared for the coming winter, you've found yourself with free time on your hand. A good thing, too, as it would allow you to prepare for the coming holidays: the Harvest Moon Festival, All Hallow's, Death's Day...It was going to be a busy time for all, and a time of celebration! ...That struck a cord with you. Everyone would be busy around this time of the year, but none as much as Alva - 'twas the season of witches, after all, so you'd imagine she would booked. As such, you took it upon yourself to make the social call, excusing yourself from one of the many evenings' festivities to saunter your way over to her isolated, manor-like hut in the marshy woods near the town. Lanterns meant to ward evil spirits adorned every fence post along the way, and even after you've left behind the lights of man, you found the marsh well-lit with bubbling, colorful will-o'-the-wisps bobbing above the bogs, foxfire glowing on some of the decaying trees, and fireflies flitting about. The air was cool and breezy, but the further you made your way inside the forest, the hotter and drier it got, like a fire had been lit underground. Part of you would've liked to consider it devilry, but your rational mind knew Alva had no alignment with Hell - she was a healer witch, for pity's sake! Still, upon seeing the innumerable jack-o'-lanterns adorning every available surface in the immediate vicinity of Alva's domicile, like a grotesque pumpkin patch of ghoulish gourd skulls, you almost second guessed. Steeling yourself, and soothing your nerves with the thought that she might simply be really into the festivities herself, you knocked on her doorframe... Only for the door to creak open, revealing the luminously glowing inside of her sizeable hut. No clear source for the light, which left you somewhat disoriented as you walked inside, stumbling your way into her witch's kitchen... ...Where you found the floor coated in thick, fluffy furs, colorful lampions and glowing sigils adorning the walls, and Alva, standing in the center, facing towards you. Barefoot, her hat still on her head, but with her gloves discarded, and her usual tabard-liked dress replaced by a robe loosely tied at the waist. She looked upon you warmly... ...But with a certain... Hunger... In her eyes. They glowed like foxfire as well.

"How fortuitous that you've arrived!" she declared, her voice thick as honey.

It was at that moment that you've noticed the furnace-like heat within the kitchen - and again, no sources for it...! ...That is, until you took a step closer to Alva, and felt the heat increase, while your brain began to fog up.

"I was hoping I'd receive some company tonight..." she went on, huskily, as she began to undo her robes.

Fortuitous indeed.

"I can do whatever you want..."

She undid her robe... Revealing her body in all its naked glory - breasts each bigger than the side of her head, with aeroale puffy and nipples standing erect, her big, round belly drooping gently, her baby-begging hips wide, the cleft of her ginormous asscheeks visible between her thunderthighs, the inside of which glistened, slightly, as if wet.

"I can do anything..." she said, letting the robe slide off her flabby arms... Only to be caught on the shelf of her ass, which caused her to giggle and moan.*

Definitely wet.

There was a faint gurgle from her body, and you saw a symbol light up on her stomach - the witch's cross -, followed by the sound of stretching skin. You felt your jaw slacken as she brought her hands forward, cupping her breasts which grew bigger, coming down into her palms... And then shrinking back, while her asscheeks took their turn, growing out wider and rounder, until they were visible on either side of her hips... And then shrunk back, followed by the growth of her belly instead, which spilled down in further onto her thighs, still round, and still glowing with the symbol over it, which had now grown proportionally bigger as well... And then, her belly shrunk back, and she was fully back to her original size... And then everything on her grew larger. Her breasts, her ass, her belly, her thighs, her bingo wings, even her hair and her height! And then, she shrunk back to normal, the inside of her thighs even wetter than before. She was panting.

"...And I'm all your tonight!" she whispered.

It wasn't the coldest of winters, though, among the prettiest...

It was the midst of the holiday season. Winterval came with practically the first snow, and now, you were in the thick of it - both the festivities, and the snow. Stomping your way down the now crunchy path in a field of white, under the glow of an early evening moon (Goodness, was it ever so pretty out tonight!), you made your way to the nearby marshy woods, now silent and still, with trees bare and the ground frozen solid beneath all the white. Soon enough, you saw the witch's hut (it was more of a simply built manor than a hut), with its tall chimney billowing colorful clouds of smoke, its windows lit up by warm light. The snow was even deeper here, despite this being higher ground, making the last stretch a deliberate plod in knee-deep snow. Arriving to her front door, you knocked.

"Come--oomph--in!" came her voice, interrupted by what sounded like chewing.

Closing the door behind you, you began the long and arduous process of unwrapping yourself from all the insulating clothing you've put on against the cold, while setting the package you've bought in your foraging basket aside. Turns out, people from the town did miss Alva, and were quick to take advantage of your kindness in visiting her, by piling you up like a mule to deliver their gifts - mainly food from the festivities - to the "lonely, starving" witch. Clearly, clearly, they didn't know who they were talking about... ...And neither did you, as you brought in the basket (with your own, home cooked funnel cake on top) to Alva's witch kitchen, only to stand stumped in the doorway at the sheer feast laid before your eyes. Various roasted beasts, glazed with honey, or sugar, or salt; vegetables, boiled, pickled or fried; fruits, sliced and diced, and made into candied bites and snacks and kompot and jams; pastas and pastries of all manners of fillings and flavors...

In all your hurry to get to her hutt in the knee-deep snow outside, your forgot that Alva specialized in culinary magic. You held your funnel cake sheepishly atop all the assorted goodies sent as well-wishes, as you watched the fat witch lick sauce off her fingers, possibly after the umpteenth sampling of her own work. She had been at this for a while, and you could tell this not by the sheer amounts of food on every available surface - that was easy on her part - but by just how much larger she had gotten. Adipose was quickly piling onto her already generous frame, making her ponderously huge breasts, ginormous asscheeks, thick thunderthighs and flabby bingo wings even bigger, while her big, round belly seemed taut and ruddy at the top, while also drooping a bit more from the added weight and fat.She had ditched her usual tabard-like dress for basically a naked apron, going barefoot and barehanded, and retaining only her fancy witch's hat. And already, that apron was being sucked into her cleavage, which, along with the garment, was covered in foodstains, crumbs and grease, with more of all on the top of her full, gurgling stomach, and on her hands and cheeks. A particularly ominous-sound groan from her belly was followed by her momentarily clenching up, before letting loose a truly ear-ringingly loud fart which sent her asscheeks into a quaking frenzy. She sighed, a pleased smile present on her plumper-than-usual face, before she spotted you.

"Ah! Merry--Houuuuurrp!--Winterval!" she greeted, before noticing the collective care package that you've come to deliver "Oh! Is that all for me? You really shouldn't have!"

Yeah, you really shouldn't have, it was kinda redundant. But still, she seemed happy with it.

"Oh, I love funnel cake!" Alva went on, with a dreamy look on her face "I could never quite get it right, so I always try to get some this season, but couldn't do so this year due to all the work! So, thank you!"

While you patted yourself on the shoulder for your excellent choice of dessert, Alva trod closer, her fat rolls slorching from all the sweat she'd worked up, and her belly roaring from the sudden jostling, resulting in another belted out belch and ass-flapping fart in the process. Up close, her slovenly nature was all the more apparent, but so was her earnestly happy smile.

"I'm so glad you could join me!" she said, grabbing up a plateful of lamb chops and stuffing some in her face, before offering you some.

"Come, join me!"

The snowmelt floods came particularly early that year...

At first, it just seemed like a particularly high tide, until everyone realized what it was. Preparations were done hastily, sometimes almost after the fact, and the situation was not helped by the occasional downpour. The torrential waters had swept away several bridges, so all hands would be on deck to repair the damage done, and get the spring planting season back on track. You took the lion's share of the work on some nearby rivers and streams, and thus, were granted some extra free time to recuperate... A bit too much for your liking, as a matter of fact. So, instead of sitting idle, you've decided to mosey over to Alva's place. With winter come and gone, activity around the witch's kitchen should be picking up soon, especially as the spring awakening brought along its own share of diseases and illnesses. The apothecary would be booked, the plague doctors working overtime, and Alva wouldn't be too far behind - now was the best time to visit her, before the spring rush came upon the both of you. Her manorial hut sat on higher ground within the swampy forest, which grown into a flooded bog - thank Heavens for the plankway tracks that had been laid out, leading across the deeper parts and straight to her home - the colorful smoke billowing from its tall chimney was a dead giveaway through the still-barren trees and the grey, gloomy sky. Though the last stretch of the way had been soggy again (she really needs to lay down some ballast or something in front of her hut, as the trodden earth turns into a complete quagmire in this weather!), your own rapping on the doorframe, answered by a cheery "Come in~!" was music to your ears. After getting inside, and scrubbing the mud off your feet with the provided brush, you make your way to where you presume Alva to be: the witch's kitchen, brewing away. ...You're kinda right...

"Oh, good morning! You're just in time for tea!"

She was brewing, indeed, but you're more preoccupied by what she appears to be "cooking" in her "oven." Rather than her usual, tabard-like dress, she was wearing a loose-fitting robe (where'd she find one in her size?), which did little to actually cover her, given that it was fully open, exposing her flabby, voluptuous body... ...And, more notably, her now ruddy, fully rounded out, stretchmarks-marred belly upon which rested a pair of swollen, full-looking breasts that sloshed with the slightest movement... ...Especially those made by the lumps and bumps jostling her turgid tummy...

As she noticed your stare, she chortled to herself, the motion sending her entire body into a jiggling frenzy... Apart from her full belly and breasts, which instead bounced lazily and sloshed heavily. It also made you realize that she had gotten fatter as well, with her hips even more flared out, her waist wider, her thunderthighs thicker, her arm flabbier, her cheeks chubbier, and her ass larger. Her chuckle, however, would be finished by a deep, rumbling fart rocketing out of her ass, stinking worse than anything she'd produced before. Pregnancy farts were truly the worst

Once she finished, she blew at the hot cup of tea in her hand to cool it down... Before casually lowering it to one of her erect, leaking nipples... ...And just squeezing some of her own milk into it!

Stirring it with a spoon until it was all well homogenized, she offered the cup without a moment's pause

"Here!" she said, smirking to herself. She then candidly offered an explanation: "I finally managed to achieve twins!"

Oh, right. This wasn't her first time trying to induce a pregnancy. She already the "symptoms" down pat: the cravings, the growing belly, the lactation, the belly bumps (probably just trapped gas), the gas... But simulating twins? That was a first.

Noticing how your eyes lingered on her belly, she gave you a cheeky, conspiratorial smirk.

"Wanna see me grow bigger?"