Time to Read: 14 minutes
While preparing for Beltane, a mishap on Walpurgisnacht results in a witch and her concubus familiar merging into a new singular body that is neither magi, daemona, or lilin but something...else. Something which borders on pure mana merged with pure lust and given form. Surely, a normal person would find this upsetting, were it to happen to them, however, the transformed witch seems to be enjoying the situation–perhaps even too much...
accidentally out of control, assuming another identity, barely holding it together, bigger than should be possible, daemons aren't just evil, elevated to godhood, experimenting with one's body, her breasts go past her waist, magic gone haywire, misty does worldbuilding, monster girls have more fun, much more than the sum of their parts, overwhelmed by sensations, reality is malleable, she gets taller, she gets thicc, smothered by figurative language, they have eyes elsewhere, utterly transformed, wedding night tragedy
Time to Read: 9 minutes
During her last scout mission against some Minotaur rebels, a goblin rogue became the owner of a gold statue depicting a hugely curvaceous woman under dubious circumstances. She had intended on fencing it at the first opportunity but, there are things happening to her that convince her to do otherwise...
a curse? nah, this is a blessing, bigger than should be possible, going along with the weird, growth over a few days, her milk makes things grow, monster girls have more fun, outgrowing one's clothes, she gets bigger, she gets covered in cum, she gets taller, she gets thicc, she has near-endless stamina, she looks like a fertility idol, taking on all comers, thirst begets more thirst, thirst over logic, unsure to accepting, visibly growing
