Pink Moon

Elle grumbled as she tried to get sleep. She turned over in her bed, staring at the ceiling before draping her arm across her eyes. The sounds of a party permeated through the floors, keeping her awake. It happened every Friday night – the girl down stairs would throw a crazy party and invite all her friends. Elle had no idea what they did down there, but beats of the bass made her bed quiver.

“Dammit...shut up,” she said to herself. She was never courageous enough to go down and demand the party stop, but that probably wouldn’t do anything anyways. Elle had seen the landlord join in the parties at times. How convincing would she be in “Damn, won’t anyone make it shut up?”

She continued laying in her bed, cursing the noise below her and struggling to sleep, but after a few minutes, she realized everything was perfectly quiet. The blonde sat up and looked around. Did the power go out? She looked at her alarm clock, but it was still set, 11:59. The clock turned over to midnight, and there was rapping at the window.

Curious, Elle got off her bed and walked over to the window in her full-length flannel pajamas, flinging open the drapes and looking outside. There was nothing but the streetlight that always shone through and kept her awake. She closed her curtains and made it halfway back to her bed before the rapping sounded again.

“I bet it’s some stupid kids,” she said to herself as she turned at the spot and opened the drapes again. There was nothing there. She took a deep breath and shielded the window with the curtains. She waited for a few seconds, and as soon as the rapping started, she flung the curtains apart.

Immediately, she fell over backward and scrambled away from the window. Her eyes almost bulged out of her head. A woman in a slutty black dress with equally black hair and thigh high boots waved her hand, blowing the window open with a gust of wind and making the curtains flow into the room. The woman sat cross legged on her broom as it floated into the room, carrying her weight as if gravity had no hold on it. She placed one foot on the carpet as Elle tried to babble her confusion in a comprehensible manner.

“Boring,” she said as she took another step into the room. She looked at the walls, the desks, the bed, and then finally Elle. “Very boring.”

“Who are you?” Elle managed to say. The color drained from her face as she continued to scramble back, wishing she had a gun, bat, or even a can of mace.

“Yes, so very boring. Not a single interesting color. Tan walls, no posters, no decorations, nothing.” She sighed as she stepped past Elle and started looking through her drawers. “Even the clothes are boring! Only pants, t-shirts, and normal underwear. How dull.”

Elle stared at the woman and slowly stood up. “Hello? Can you hear me? What are you doing in my house? Why the hell are you flying on a goddamn broom?”

The woman continued to ignore Elle as she took a pair of white panties from the drawer and stretched the elastic as far as she could. The panties snapped back and fell into the drawer. “This is just awful. How can someone live with such a bland and boring wardrobe? No skirts, no lace, not even any socks not bought in packages of ten.”

Elle walked up right next to the woman and took a deep breath. “Hello!” she shouted, but the woman was completely nonplussed as she continued to search the room.

She opened Elle’s closet and poked around, looking for something she was sure didn’t exist. “No, not here.” The woman frowned. “I know you have one. Every girl has one,” she said.

“Has what?”

The woman snapped her fingers and walked over to Elle’s bed, lifting up one of the pillows. She blinked as she stared down at a tiny bullet vibrator. “That’s it? Really?”

Elle’s face had turned red, and she scrambled to hide the vibrator under another pillow. “Okay. Seriously, enough of this shit. Who are you and why the hell are you in my room?”

The woman ignored Elle again and walked toward the door. “It would be awful if someone disturbed us,” she said as she locked the door. “But where oh where to start.”

“Oh come on! Just leave already! Take the broom and go, I don’t even care anymore!”

“Strip.” The woman turned around and pointed a finger at Elle.

“Wh-what?” Elle said. She scooted away from the woman, pressing against the headboard of her bed.

“I guess I’ll have to clean your ears out while giving you a makeover. I said ‘strip.’”

“Wh-what?”

The woman frowned. The finger that was pointed at Elle started to glow purple. “I guess I’ll just have to do it for you. Let’s get those boring clothes off you.” The purple glow started to move off the woman’s finger. It hung to the very tip of her finger nail before it started floating in the air, approaching Elle.

Elle scrambled back further, pressing herself tightly against her headboard. “What is that? What are you doing!?” She looked toward the door. She would have to make a dash for it, she decided. If she just ran past the woman and started screaming for help, someone was bound to hear her.

Elle crouched on her bed as the ball of light was closing in on her. She attempted to leap over it, but the ball of light quickly changed speed and slammed right into her. The smell of raspberries flooded her nose and took her breath away. She fell to the bed, stripped to her underwear and feeling like she had just ran a marathon.

“Now, that’s no good. Why would you try to run Elle dear?” the woman said, smiling at Elle.

“Ugh...how do you know my name?” Elle took deep breaths. The raspberry scent was comforting, reminding her of picking them directly off a bush and eating them like she did when she was a kid.

“Oh, come now, I’m a witch.” She laughed as she sat on the side of the bed. “A witch that is going to make you” she put a hand under Elle’s chin and lifted, “a much less boring person.” She dragged a thumb across Elle’s lips. “First I have to make you a little more agreeable though, don’t I?”

Elle’s lips began to tingle and heat up. She told her body to move, but it still wouldn’t respond. The smell of raspberries became even more powerful as something coated her lips under the witch’s thumb. The witch took her time, making sure to go over Elle’s lips again and again. The purple coating became thicker and smelled even more overpowering each time.

“There, that’s better,” she said. She pulled her thumb back.

Elle’s tongue sneaked out of her mouth and licked at her lips. It felt like her mouth was drowning in the taste of raspberries. “What are you going to do to me?”

The witch sighed. “Again with that silly question? I told you, I’m going to make your life less boring. I’ll add some color to it. These walls, for example. They’re so boring! Just tan. How can you live like this?” She held both her hands up in the air, and they started to glow purple.

“No, I’m not a doll or something, I can’t let you do that.” Elle reached up and grabbed the witch’s arms. She grunted as she pulled them down. The blonde was short of breath and gasping as if that had been the most strenuous activity she had ever engaged in.

“I see. I guess I’ll have to do that to subdue you.”

“...that?”

“Yes. This.” The witch just stared at Elle for several seconds. Goosebumps appeared all over Elle’s body, and a very subtle tingling sensation appeared at her toes. The sensation built suddenly into what felt like feathers tickling her feet.

Elle giggled and laughed as she squirmed on her bed. The tickling sensation spread all the way up her body, first encompassing her calves and the back of her knees. The magical tickling went to the insides of her thighs as Elle’s laughs grew louder. Even her stomach and ass weren’t spared as she was sinking into the feeling. When it got to her ribs, she was writhing in the bed and laughing completely uncontrollably.

“N-No! Stop! Stop! Please stop!” she begged with the witch.

“Oh my. You have such a cute laugh. Maybe purple is the wrong color for you. I think pink would match that lovely laugh so much better, don’t you?”

“Whatever you say! Just stop!”

The witch seemed to consider it for several seconds as Elle continued to roll around on the bed, gasping for breath between laughs. “I don’t know if I’ve had my fill of this yet. You should try to convince me.”

“Convince you!?” Elle managed to say between bouts of laughter. Her ribs ached. She could feel beads of sweat all over her body, and tears started to stream down her cheeks.

“Yes, you know. Beg me.”

Elle snorted and giggled as the tickling subsided. She panted to catch her breath. “What do you want from me?”

“Well, what do you have to offer? And you had better hurry or else that tickling will come right back.” The witch smiled at Elle.

Elle shivered. She had no idea what the woman wanted from her. She had never had to beg in her life. “Err...please?”

The witch frowned.

“Pretty please?”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Have you never watched S&M porn before?”

Elle blushed. She had. There were countless videos on her computer, in fact. She gulped. “Well...okay. Fine. Here goes,” Elle said as she got off the bed and knelt at the witch’s feet. “Pl-please Mistress, take pity on this poor slut,” she looked away and took another nervous gulp. “If you will find the mercy in your heart, stop tickling her. This s-slut will kiss your boots at your command.”

The witch raised an eyebrow at that.

Elle’s face darkened, and she couldn’t help but squirm, wagging her ass in her plain white panties. “Your slut will prostrate herself in any way, but if you continue to tickle your slut, she will be break. If she breaks, she can’t serve you, Mistress. Please understand that your slut only wish you to stop so she may continue to serve you.”

The witch stared down at Elle with her eyes wide and her jaw hanging. “I did not expect that.”

Elle grinned and moved away from the witch’s boots. “So, you won’t tickle me then?”

“No, but you still look really boring.” The witch tilted her head. “You have to understand, I can’t own a slut who looks boring. That’s just wrong. I’m definitely going to have to dress you up.”

Elle flinched. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“You say that word a lot.” The witch pointed a finger at Elle, this time glowing red. “We’ll see how often you say it after this, though!” A bolt of red energy struck Elle as if it were lightning. The air sizzled, and a cinnamon scent was left in the wake of the red bolt of lightning.

“Wh-what?” Elle’s eyes widened. She felt hands on her breasts and ass, groping and kneading her. “What’s happening?” she asked through a moan as it felt like more hands were added, teasing her somewhat flat form.

“Phantom hands for phantom parts. You’re really quite lacking, you know? I mean, look at my form. Compared to yours, it’s astonishing.” The witch arched her back, showing off her cleavage. She slid a hand down the side of her dress, pressing it against her voluptuous form. “Oh well, we can change that.”

“Wh-Wh—” Elle clamped her mouth shut. She couldn’t believe she almost said that word again. The hands would probably start molesting her if she did. The touches faded away at the realization that Elle was controlling herself.

“Oh, good girl! You’re learning. We can start with the first part of your makeover, then!” She pointed a finger at Elle, and it glowed hot pink. A pink bubble rippled from the witch’s fingers and gracefully floated over to Elle.

Elle knew better than to move. She didn’t want to be tickled into submission again. She clenched her eyes tight as the bubble floated down to her legs. A warm and soft sensation coated her lower body, and she could almost taste bubblegum at the tip of her tongue. Elle licked her lips as the feeling became stronger and covered more of her.

The sensation stopped growing, leaving Elle feeling warm and comfortable. She opened her eyes and looked at her legs. Vivid pink and white striped thigh-high toe socks covered almost the entirety of her legs. They seemed inviting, and she couldn’t resist running a hand down the cottony material and curling her toes.

The witch watched, bemused as Elle lost herself in the feeling. She rubbed her middle finger and thumb together. They glowed a dark pink, and a sucker appeared in her hand. She grinned at it before looking back up at Elle.

Elle didn’t even seem to notice. She was too busy staring at her socks and rubbing her feet together. She caressed her legs, immersing herself as her body heat was recycled in the socks, making them feel warmer and more natural. She had never worn something like this in her life before, and she instantly regretted it.

“You like them that much, hm?” the witch said.

Elle nodded, not even registering what the intruder had said. She had a dopey smile on her face as she started rubbing the sides of her feet together. She could feel every fiber of the cotton comforting her.

The witch licked the lollipop, watching as Elle’s spine straightened and a sudden moan burst from her mouth. “My favorite flavor,” the witch said, giving it another lick and seeing Elle fall on to her back and squirm.

“What’s happening now!?” Elle asked and immediately threw her hands in front of her mouth. She cursed herself as the phantom hands returned to groping her breasts and rump. She felt the sensation of someone licking her slit from the bottom to the top, but the tongue seemed impossibly large. It licked her entire sex in just a second.

“I’m just licking my favorite thing to lick and tasting my favorite flavor,” the witch said between licks. Each one made Elle shiver and moan. “But really, I think it would just be so much better if you were laughing and giggling while all this was happening, don’t you?”

Elle couldn’t manage to voice a response.

“That’s what I thought.” The witch pointed a finger at Elle’s feet, and a beam of purple light hit each one. Elle wiggled her toes and started to giggle uncontrollably. The only thing interrupting her laughs were the moans from the giant licks.

“Ah, yes. That’s much more delightful. We really need to replace those boring panties. I’ve seen nuns who wear sexier things.” She pointed a finger right at Elle’s crotch. Another pink bubble drifted from the witch’s hand and toward Elle.

Elle didn’t even see it coming before she felt cloth between her ass cheeks. She looked down at her crotch to see a hot pink latex thong had replaced her . “What’s—Oh fuck me!” Elle shouted as the groping at her tits and ass became firmer, pinching and kneading the girl.

“Not right now. You’re still far too boring, but you’re looking a lot better.” The witch tilted her head. “Even that bra...how can you live with yourself like that. I suppose putting on a new one now would be pointless.” She continued to lick the sucker, smiling as Elle writhed on the floor. “But...it will be fun.”

Another bubble floated through the air at Elle. She saw this one coming, but she was too busy wriggling around on the floor to attempt to stop it. The bubble popped right between her breasts. Her boring, plain white bra started to shift and change, becoming softer and shimmering in the moonlight. It turned hot pink and had a white trim to match her socks. To top it off, it felt like it was tickling around her nipples.

Elle felt the phantom hands rubbing the cloth against her breast, focusing in on her nipples. She started to giggle louder, feeling her nipples strain against the material. The tickling was only magnified as the invisible hands groped her chest.

“Oh my. You can’t tell me you’ve never worn silk before! That’s absolutely terrible,” the witch said as she stopped licking the lollipop. She smiled as Elle calmed down. The woman knew Elle would continue to giggle and laugh, and the tickling at her feet was going to constantly stimulate her while she wore those socks.

“No, I don’t think I have.” Elle took deep breaths, but they kept getting interrupted by stray giggles and laughs.

“Well, I can tell you certainly enjoy it.” The witch stood up and moved over Elle. She held the sucker in front of Elle’s face. “Take it and give it a lick,” she said with a coy grin.

Elle looked between the lollipop and the witch. This was probably another trick, but Elle had already resigned herself to the fact that the witch was going to play with her regardless of how she reacted. She took the lollipop and gave it a lick, immediately moaning and giggling.

“This taste...!”

“Familiar? I figured you’ve tasted your own juices at some point or another. That’s such a slutty thing to do after all, and you’re wearing the underwear of a slut. It makes perfect sense, doesn’t it!”

“No,” Elle thought, but didn’t dare say. The witch had been the one to put her in these clothes, which meant she was thinking about them. If anything, Elle was confident the woman looking down at her was the slut in this room.

Still, she couldn’t resist the urge to lick the sucker again. She moaned, squirmed, and giggled – the three things she seemed best at now.

“Where to proceed from here,” the witch said. “I guess I could start with these.” She started to grope Elle’s breasts. “Or maybe here.” She quickly slid her hand under Elle’s butt and started kneading. “Oh, or perhaps down here!” She stepped backward as she took Elle’s feet into her hands.

“Wh—I mean, why are you doing that?” Elle tried to keep her face straight, but a giggle broke that.

“Oh, well, I can’t finish your makeover without giving you a less boring body. That would just be silly.” The witch started to rub the soles of Elle’s feet through her socks. The tickling didn’t stop for an instant, but something else seemed to be happening. Her feet were changing, arching in a new manner.

Elle wiggled her toes and laughed. She licked her sucker again, curious as to what was going on, but unable to think of how to ask without using the word “what.” She could feel an incredible heat on her toes and feet, but it was more soothing than painful She moaned from the sensation as much as she did from the lick she had just given the sucker.

The witch’s hands were on Elle’s calves now accompanied by a tightening sensation. Elle’s socks bulged as her legs became more toned and lengthening slightly. The witch continued feeling Elle up, taking her dear sweet time, making Elle’s legs change within her socks, feeling so warm. Elle shook her head, unable to focus on the feeling. She licked the lollipop as much to feel the lick on her slit as to avoid the heat on her legs.

The woman pinched her thighs, and Elle could feel them swelling. “Oh, yes, you’re going to look so hot after this,” the witch said. She rubbed Elle’s expanding thighs until it looked like Elle had the perfect legs. The witch straddled them, grinning at Elle. “Yes, perfect.” She wiggled her fingers, groping at the air. “Your ass is next. I’d kiss it goodbye, but, well, what kind of mistress kisses her slut’s ass?”

“How are you doing this?” Elle bumped the witch on her legs. They felt like they were made of clay, meant to be sculpted. Her heart was pounding as she took in the sensation of having longer and more curvy legs. The witch’s hands were already groping at her cheeks, and she could feel her butt swelling, lifting her off the floor.

“Magic, of course,” the witch said. Elle moaned as the thong became tighter on her broadening hips. It dug against her slit, wedging itself between her lips. She moaned, feeling the thong hugging so tight that it felt like it would never come off. She gasped as the swelling stopped.

“Get up, try your new legs out.” The witch grinned as she got off of Elle. “I think you’ll agree it is quite the improvement.”

Elle struggled to sit up, feeling her tight but large rump pushed against the floor. It was a new sensation to her; she didn’t think she had ever paid attention to her ass this much. She rubbed her feet together a few times, trying to orient herself. “I feel so amazing.”

“You look it.”

Elle giggled as the tickling came back into focus. She awkwardly got to her knees and tried to stand up. After wobbling on her feet, she fell over onto the bed. She sneered and got off the bed just to fall back onto it. She couldn’t manage to stand up. Elle turned to stare at the witch.

“Oh. Right. Silly me.” She pointed a finger at Elle’s feet and two bubbles wafted over to them. With a pop of bright light, Elle’s feet were weighted down by platform stilettos. Elle cautiously stood up, throwing her arms out to try and balance. She blinked a few times and took a step. It felt like the most natural step she had taken in her entire life. The heels felt perfect for her feet. She felt like she could run in these without worrying about tripping.

“You’re taking this all quite well. I really thought you would be panicking, but you’re still holding that sucker and being a good girl, aren’t you, Elle?” The witch licked her lips, scanning Elle’s disproportional form that had the promise of absolute perfection.

“Well, it’s not like I can do anything. If I try and run, you’re just gong to stop me. Really, wh—erm....” Elle sighed, relieved she had stopped herself from saying it. She turned to look at her alarm clock to see how long this had been going on. It wasn’t even 12:30 yet.

The witch rushed forward and poked a finger right into Elle’s belly button. She twisted it and Elle groaned, feeling a tightening in her stomach. Her sides narrowed as her stomach tightened, becoming flat and toned. Elle struggled for air as she fell back onto the bed, but she didn’t have a chance as the witch landed on top of her and started to grope her breasts.

“You’re going to have such a sexy form after this. You’ll probably want to join that party downstairs, but...I dunno, wouldn’t it be mean if I didn’t get a reward for making you more fun?”

“Nrrrgh...!” Elle grunted as her breasts swelled, her bra strap digging into her skin as it promised to rip. They spilled out the top as she felt her breasts heat up. With one last strain and a grunt from Elle, the bra ripped and snapped off, making her breasts bounce in response. The cool air gave her goosebumps up her thighs and arms, but at least the tickling sensation faded as the bra was removed from her breasts.

The witch patted Elle’s new bosom and slid further up the girls body. “Oh yes, these are the perfect size. You look like a porn star now. That was your dream, wasn’t it? To walk into a room and have every girl envious of your curvy form?”

Elle groaned. She couldn’t even manage to lick the sucker she was holding. “No way! My dream is to work a cushy tech support job.”

“Oh, wow. You are so boring. How can tech support possibly feel rewarding? And really, why would you choose to look like this if you wanted such a stuffy job?” She smiled and tweaked both of Elle’s nipples, eliciting a moan from the poor girl.

“You’re the one making me like this! I didn’t choose this!” Elle tried to buck the witch off her, but she was far too tired. It wouldn’t have mattered anyways as her back was arched far too much, and her ass was so big it would’ve just been a cushy ride for her.

“Yeah, I know. I just like teasing you. Though, really, you did give in awfully quick, and how you begged...! I bet you’ve been fantasizing about some woman coming through your window and taking control of you since you hit puberty.”

“No, I didn’t start thinking like that until I was 20.”

The witch laughed, and Elle wiggled her toes and joined her. “How cute.” The witch rubbed up Elle’s sides and slowly traced her fingers up Elle’s arms. Her skin rippled and her muscles tightened, becoming firm and healthy. “I wouldn’t want your body to be too squishy, you know?”

Elle’s eyes brightened. She had just been given new muscles – this was her chance to overpower the witch! She grinned as she planned to smother the witch between her breasts and make her tap out, but when she actually tried to do it, her arms wouldn’t move an inch. She tried to growl, but the tickling still present at her feet turned it into a giggle.

“I knew you of all people would understand.” The witch nuzzled Elle’s nose and gave her butterfly kisses. Elle could barely notice it, but her eyelashes were getting longer and thicker. The witch pulled Elle into a kiss, running her tongue over the girls lips, coating them with her saliva and making them feel heavier with every pass. Elle whined into the witch’s mouth, knowing something was happening, but unable to see what it was.

Every pass tickled and teased, and the witch’s eyes seemed to bore into Elle’s, making her feel helpless and weak. She giggled, and squirmed under the woman, feeling her thoughts becoming cloudy as she sank into the moment and just enjoyed her new body. She didn’t even realize the witch had stopped.

“Perfect. Those lips are just going to be perfect for kissing!” She tapped Elle’s lips and smiled. “I bet they would be even better saying silly words and making you seem ultra cute, though.”

“Seem cute? What’s that supposed to mean?” The phantom hands were back, this time being much more aggressive in their groping. Elle’s new rear and bust were completely covered in the fondling. She moaned, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “Dammit!”

The witch tapped Elle’s nose. It started to glow pink and she traced it down onto Elle’s lips before slipping it in. “Let me give you something to distract you, permanently at that.”

Elle’s eyes widened as the taste of bubblegum filled her mouth. It was like a liquid, at first, forcibly swishing around from cheek to cheek to coat her entire mouth. Her jaw hung loose for a moment as it formed into a solid on her tongue. She instinctively started chewing

Meanwhile, the witch took the sucker from Elle’s hand and put it to her own lips. She started to lick it, watching Elle’s hips react quicker than her eyes. “Oh, you just look so delightful,” she said between licks.

The blonde was too busy chewing to care. With every chew, she felt something change inside her. Her heart fluttered, new giggles that weren’t from tickling welled up inside her, colors seemed more vivid, and even the air had a different smell to it. She was taking in every sense she could, reveling in being in her new body. Her ass squished against the floor as something groped it, feeling around and between her cheeks, squeezing and rubbing, just feeling her.

She moaned as her attention went to her breasts. The hands there were moving faster, bouncing her breasts and rubbing across her nipples. They squeezed, poked, and rubbed, not really focusing on just doing it, but for another reason. The hands were trying to please her, to make her feel good. She wriggled at the sensation and giggled. It was nice to feel like this. She wished she could feel like this every day of her life.

Her toes wiggled as the tickling continued, ever present and at the back of her mind. She couldn’t even remember what it was like to not feel the tingling at her toes and soles. The tingling spread through her – every breath seemed to bring more of it along with a scent of bubblegum.

Finally, her attention fell to her crotch and the invisible tongue that was making her squirm with every oversized lick. She could feel the pressure rub all the way up her clit and lips. Her hips pressed into it every single time without fail. Giggles erupted from her mouth constantly, replacing moans as she continued to chew the gum. She spread her legs apart and prostrated herself, blushing for a reason she wasn’t quite sure.

“You’re so cute like that, but we’re not done. We have to make it permanent after all,” the witch said. She smiled and tipped her head back, giving the sucker one long, drawn out lick. “Mmm, your flavor is wonderful, Elle. It’s so reserved and bitter. You were holding yourself back from the world, being a prissy girl who can’t even go down and enjoy a party every once in a while.”

She grinned as she took another lick. “There’s a taste of fear in here too, but that will fade soon. With that sweetened breath of yours, blow a bubble. Make it as big as you can, it won’t pop, but only think your happy, sexy thoughts while blowing it.”

Elle giggled and chewed the gum, splaying it out between her teeth. She knew that the witch was right; she had been reserved and boring as the witch had said so many times. Her room was drab, her wardrobe lacked life, and her body was flat and boring. Everything about her was just so boring and typical. She regretted not going out and having a better time. The thoughts came and passed before she even started blowing her bubble.

The bubble was huge, full of all her giddiness and the sexual assault on her body. The phantom hands, licks, and tickling faded as the bubble became bigger than her head. It was hot pink and opaque. Elle couldn’t even begin to guess at just how big it could get.

She blinked a few times, realizing what she had been doing all night. She wanted to open her mouth to say something, but she was afraid all that happiness and giddiness would be gone forever if she let the bubble deflate.

“Now Elle, you’re going to have to listen very closely.” The witch knelt down next to Elle, turning her head just enough to the side so they could make eye contact. “That bubble is either going to pop or it’s going to deflate. If it deflates and you suck all the air in, you will continue to feel giddy, but just for the night. I’ll leave. You can go join the party or just spend the night on your bed with your sides aching from the laughter”

Elle and the witch looked each other directly in the eyes. Elle wanted to hear what else the witch was offering.

“Or you keep blowing it up until it pops. When it pops, it’s going to cover your face and hair.”

Elle’s eyes opened at that. The choice seemed pretty obvious.

“No, no, it won’t get stuck. Don’t worry about that.”

Elle’s eyes returned to their normal state.

“The goop will sink into your skin and scalp, completing your change and making you giddy forever. Doesn’t that sound just fantastic?”

Elle nodded very slowly. Something felt off about how the witch was speaking.

“Of course, it’s going to change your face and your hair. Oh, you also won’t really be much good for the rest of eternity for thinking, not that you’ll be dumb or anything – well, at least dumber than you are now – it’s just you’re going to be obsessed with your own giddiness.” The witch winked. “Of course, if you choose that, I’m keeping you. I tend to stalk girls like you, but so far none have taken the choice to be my ditz forever. Wouldn’t you like to do that? It’s better than working tech support at least.”

Elle blinked. Had she not had a bubble bigger than her head, breasts multiple times larger than they were earlier in the night, and a butt to match, she might have called the witch crazy.

“Take your time. It’s an important decision after all.”

Elle sat with the bubble hanging from her mouth for a solid ten minutes while she deliberated. She had responsibilities...sort of. She really couldn’t think of a reason why not to do it besides that it seemed selfish. Could she go the rest of eternity in a state of pure giddy bliss?

Eventually Elle nodded.

“Then blow, girl.”

Elle gulped as she started blowing. The bubble became bigger and bigger before it ruptured and exploded with a loud pop. The gum wrapped onto Elle’s face and stuck. Her face was tingling and changing. Her hair started to spike through the gum, becoming pure platinum blonde and just a bit longer. The gum started to sink in.

“Try to think of something that isn’t about sex, clothes, or giggling,” the witch said.

Elle tried. She started with her common tech support issues. In case of no internet signal, try to reset the modem. She giggled as she imagined herself as a modem. She could already picture her eyes flashing green before finally becoming solid. She imagined the light in her eyes going out for fifteen seconds before the power was turned back on. They flashed pink this time.

She giggled at that thought. her eyes became solid pink, meaning she was ready to go. Quivering on the floor, she tried to think of something else. Elle imagined the command prompt opening, waiting for her command. Mentally, she typed in “ip config” and watched as it displayed all the information about her current internet connection. She released it, giggling as everything reset to zeros. When she renewed it, she burst out giggling – the entire screen had been replaced with the word bimbo in bright pink letters. She didn’t even know what was going on anymore.

Since software wasn’t coming to her easily, she thought of hardware issues. She had recently replaced a heat sink for a processor, so she pictured herself unscrewing the heat sink of her own computer. When she pulled it off its socket, she looked down and saw the CPU covered in pink goo. That wasn’t right, but it was just too funny to ignore. She giggled and ground her rear into the floor.

She tried to think even simpler. Basic geography, like where she lived. She couldn’t think of anything aside from Pinksville, and she wasn’t sure that was a real town. Everything seemed to be washed away as she chewed on the remains of the giant bubble she had blown. Some of it had stayed behind, it wasn’t much, but she could still savor the taste of it. It even caused something simple enough that she could understand it. Every time she bit down, she would feel giddier. Every time she released, she would giggle.

Still, she had been asked to think of something not related to giggling. Giggling was so nice that she had no idea why she wouldn’t want to just think about it. Her clothes were feeling nice on her, especially her socks. She clenched her toes, feeling the resistance of her heels. They were so heavy on her. It was a great excuse to just leave her legs spread wide and hope the witch would start fucking her. That would be perfect.

She forgot what she was supposed to think about as she imagined the witch crouching between her legs and fingering her. Her imaginary moans echoed around in her empty head. They sounded so delightful – she was jealous of her own imaginary double.

“How do you feel, Elle?”

“Like, uhm, totally good! Elle is like, feeling super nummy!” she giggled as her pink face mask soaked the rest of the way into her skin, revealing hot pink lipstick and eyeshadow. She started playing with her breasts as she licked her lips and wiggled her butt against the floor. “Like, hey witchie-lady, can you, like, maybe put some more hot clothes on Elle?”

The witch grinned. She pointed a finger at Elle, and a large pink bubble floated through the air. It popped as it touched Elle’s skin, dressing her up like a doll.

Elle just giggled as she stood up. Her shirt was tight and held her breasts up. Most of them could be seen through the heart shaped hole in the chest of her shirt. She was wearing a skirt that hardly managed to cover her juicy rear. She gave herself a sharp spank and bounced her breasts. “Like, oh my god! I bet I look totally sexy!”

The witch walked over to the new ditz and grabbed her by the arm, leading her over to the window. “Now, for your first trip, it’s going to feel great. You’re going to ride that broom so close that you’re going to orgasm by the time we land.”

“Yay!” Elle cheered.

“Yay indeed.” The witch helped Elle onto the broom. Elle didn’t last five seconds before she was already moaning and rocking her hips back and forth. The witch hopped onto the broom and wrapped her arms around the girl as the broom backed out of her apartment window. It turned sharply, and together they flew off toward the moon, which seemed to be carrying a slightly pink tint tonight.