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Nahia was sat, thoughtful, in front of the window that opened to the forest. Fall had already arrived, trees wore their red, orange and yellow suits, temperature cooled down, animals were preparing for the harder times of the winter: birds moved to the south, squirrels and bears gathered or ate as much as they could. The forest was fool of life, yet, she was there, thinking about what she could do for her upcoming birthday on October 31th. She could hang out with some friends like she had done before, but this year was different, she wanted something more, an excitement.

I need a man. She thought. Nahia did not remember when was the last time she lied on a bed with a man. These were difficult times, no human being had come by her cabin in a long time, beside, she did not frequent towns either (Inquisition traumas). She still remembered how many friends of her died by the hand of those demons and the hysteria of the local people. Those were the main reasons for secluding herself deep in the forest, so no one could ever find her. She also casted several spells as well as putting some marks to hide her place; this obviously had a consequence: the only relationships she had were with other witches. Even though she had no problems with having intimate relationships with another woman, she still needed some men from time to time, but it had been more than a century since the last time.

"That's it!" Nahia exclaimed, the silence of the forest drowned her words "I will sleep with a man during my birthday, that will be my present".

The witch went back to the little library she possessed, where thick volumes in several languages (some of them even unknown for most scholars) collected dust. She decided to elaborate two potions: one to attract a man to his place and another to turn him into a more exotic creature. For a moment she wondered about what monster should she transform the man into, so, after realizing she was not getting anywhere, she wrote in tiny pieces of paper the names of the beasts she had in mind, put them in a jar, then picked up one randomly. What was written in the chosen paper satisfied her considerably, so much she licked her lips.

Nahia did not lose time with the potions, she checked every book she possessed in her library to find each one. Once she did, she decided to prepare the attracting one on her birthday because it only worked during preparation, while the transformation potion could be done in that moment, it was a cream. Human fat, which would act like a solvent, moon dust, mistletoe, wolf bane, some rain water were the ingredients for the cream. She first macerated mistletoe and wolf bane, then mixed it with rain water, then added moon dust until she created a kind of paste, which later mingled with the human fat.

"Ilargia gurtzailea, korrika soroetatik, korrika basoti" She muttered while preparing the potion.

"Aharia atzetik, gauez gozatu. Ilargiaren piztia, kendu zure giza larrua eta jarri otsoaren azala, abandonatu zure burutasuna eta mozkortu basakeriaz" She raised her voice.

"Oi, basoko piztia, ez hitz gehiago eta abestu zure gauak argitzen dituen jainkosari, ukatu Jainkoa eta onartu Ilargia!" She exclaimed. Gradually the paste changed its color to a light grey and expelled a strong aroma, which, according to what she had read, meant it was ready, so she put it in a little jar.

The next days she was busy putting down all the spells and amulets that hid the hut from strangers' eyes, which were places around the house, as far as half a kilometer away. She could simply break them, yet, as they were difficult to create, she opted to just turn them off by casting counter-spells or rewriting them to some extent. By the day before her birthday, everything was prepared, she put the ingredients needed for the attraction potion, and went to sleep.

Andrés did not notice he had separated too much from his parents until it was too late. He found himself completely lost in a forest with no signs of civilized life. He tried to remember how did he get there: he came with his parents for a camping in the country side to celebrate Halloween (a very awkward way to do it, but that was how his father used to think). They had come two days ago, stayed in a local inn, bedrooms were not too bad, food was excellent and he had to admit views of the area were outstanding: a small village with houses made of wood, some of them perfectly could be more than a century years old, behind the town were the Pyrenees, guarding it from outer dangers, isolating from the world.

The wood extended from the mountains' foot to almost the edge of the town, only a prairie, where sheep and cows grassed peacefully under the sun, separated them. The forest was dense, not too much for him to get lost, even though he did, full with oaks, lime-tree and beech, all of them dressed in their autumn suits with golden and red leaves covering the ground.

That same day, October 31th, Andrés and his parents woke up earlier to do some hiking before the midday sun hit. They went by a stone pass that went deep into the forest. He remembered to be walking side by side with his parents, but it seemed that eventually he was left behind. He was not sure if it was him that became too distracted by the landscape or was something else, a mysterious force that dragged him into the forest. As he forced his memory beyond he could ever thought it was possible, he concluded it was himself who gradually left his parents away. He slowed down, then changed his route into the forest, always chasing that strange force until he realized he was lost.

Andrés decided to stay where he was, he reckoned that people lost in the wilder had more chances to be rescued if they stayed in the place. His parents would eventually realize he was lost and a rescue team would be requested to find him. He had brought, as his father said, a bag with water and some supplies, so he had no problems with that matter, what he was concerned was with the night, he definitely would have to make a fire or he would freeze.

It was then that the boy perceived a smell. It was sweet, delicious, like the smell of a bakery while preparing desserts. Andrés considered if following the scent would be good, he did not remember having read about any plant or fungus that could smell like that, at least, not there, so it could only mean it came from someone doing sweets, so he decided to follow it. As he walked toward the origin, the scent became stronger, numbing his mind to his surrounding, he could only think of going there and fill himself with whatever it was. Gradually trees became more scarce and distant from each other until he found himself in a clear with a hut in the center. The lost boy continued his way to the front door, without realizing some details that should have warned any one, such as a wall made of bones with candles inside the skulls as well as the amount of crows that flew over the hut.

Andrés opened the gate of the wall, walked inside the pumpkin garden, stood before the front door and knocked at it, three rhythmical knocks he did. The smell was overwhelming by then, his stomach started to growl, it was almost midday. He heard some light steps coming from behind the wood door, the sound of hands unlocking it, then it opened to the inside, reveling a woman dressed in black, a dress that showed her perfectly curved body. She was taller than him, a hair as black as the night covered her shoulders as well as her bust, a pair of blue eyes darted him carefully.

"Hello" the woman said, hiding the disappointment she suffered when she discovered what the potion had brought her "What are you doing here, this is too far in the forest?"

"I got lost" he said, trying to put his thoughts into words was difficult because of the smell and then the woman that stood before him, he had never seen one like that: so curvy and yet thin, with a perfect balance of fat in the right places, with thick legs, wide hips and breast, enormous breasts, her body irradiated lust.

"I guessed, it's rare that people come so close to my house" she said with a radiant smile, even though she screamed with anger inside her. What am I supposed to do with a teenager! This kid must be 18 at best! "But please, come, you must be exhausted and hungry".

"Indeed" he answered and entered the house. The witch invited him to take a seat by the living room while she went to the kitchen to bring some snacks.

"Why is this happening to me!" she complained quietly in the kitchen "What am I going to do?"

She picked up the book where he had found the recipes for the concoctions, after some minutes of inspection, she discovered one potion that was able to increase the age, her eyes shone with excitement. The resulting product was like dust, so it could be easily added to food as well as beverages, plus it was easy to do, in a matter of minutes she had made it, some more time later, she had made cookies where the dust was added.

"Serve yourself" the witch said when she offered the cookies to Andrés.

"All of this for me?" Andrés could not remember when was the last time he had eaten so many home-made cookies "Thank you very much".

He felt as he were in paradise when the first cookie was bitten, it was crunchy, the mass dissolved within his mouth, it had chocolate and a particular taste he could not settle well where he had tasted before.

"This is delicious" he expressed, mouth was a bit full.

"Eat, eat" Nahia encouraged him. By the second cookie she realized minimal changes were happening on the boy's body.

"Oh, how can I go back to the village?" Andrés asked, his voice had dropped some octaves.

"There's plenty of time, just eat" she replied immediately, Andrés was taller.

"Perfect!" he felt his clothes tighter, but he did not pay too much attention, cookies were too delicious and he was even hungrier. The more he ate the hungrier he got. Cookie after cookie half a centimeter was added to his height, a shade grew darker around his lips and cheeks, features hardened. Nahia observed how the boy reached the twenties, then 25, finally almost touched the thirties.

"I think I ate too much" Andrés had no longer the voice of a youngster, it was deeper, warm, that inspired assertion and confidence. A short, yet thick beard grew on his face, which had become manlier, with a square jaw. Clothes struggled to contained a body that ended up too large for at least two sizes. He looked thin, but some muscle had been added.

"I think you should REST" Nahia emphasized that last word, for there was some magic to be carried with it.

"I think I should" Andrés felt sleepy, eyelashes weighed over the eyes, he even yawned.

"Come with me" Nahia helped him to stand up from the chair and leaded him to the only bedroom in the hut. Andrés broke down exhausted over the bed, falling asleep in an instant. The witch did not lose an instant, she took off his clothes, which was difficult to some extent due to how little they were. Once he was completely naked, she tided him to the bed, with arms and legs extended. She admired the body of her victim, an athletic man, each muscle defined under the skin, with barely no fat. She began to fantasized how the mortal would end up after the transformation.

"Enastu!" she commanded. Andrés opened his eyes in an instant, just to see in the situation he was in.

"Ma'am..." he stammered.

"Shh" she brought her finger to the lips "Don't worry".

"Don't shoo me!" Andrés yelled "Let me out!"

"Perhaps when we finish" she drew the little pot where she kept the cream she had made, opened it, smeared her hands and got closer to the bed. Andrés tried to struggled, but tides were strong, he looked how the witch climbed over the bed, over him, licked her lips like a hungry wolf when it found a prey.

"What are you gonna do to me?"

The witch did not answer immediately, just put her hands over his naked skin. They were cold because of the cream that was over them, then she started to spread it all over the surface. She did it softly, massaging carefully wherever she reached.

"Stop!" even though he was terrified for what was happening, a part of him was actually enjoying.

"Relax" she replied while she touched the little pecs Andrés had, squeezing the nipples "You're going to be alright, plus, I bet you are enjoying the view"

Andrés could not deny that statement, that woman was the sexiest he had ever seen in his live. She was wearing a dress where the bust was left uncovered, revealing part of the pair of melons she had, for a couple of seconds he considered to get free and suck those boobs, to drawn himself between them.

"Enastu, enastu, gaueko piztia" Nahia muttered as she spread the cream over Andrés' body. He had acquired some body hair during his aging, specially a thin trail that went from the center of his chest down to the belly, as soon as Nahia passed her hand with the cream over his skin, that area of hair expanded laterally, while density increased as well, turning gradually to a layer of dark fur.

Andrés was confused and scared, he struggled to recover his freedom from the tides of the bed, to run away from that house of insanity, but there was something else that was retaining him beside the ropes: a lustful aura that emanated from that witch, her voluptuousness dragged him crazy. She was not only caring him, but also kissing, biting and licking certain spots, such as nipples, neck and ears.

"Stop!" Andrés stammered, fighting against the urges of his body, but the witch did not obey him, quite the opposite. By then the boy's body was almost completely covered in fur and some further changes were happening: the skin of his palms thickened and darkened, feet's bones cracked and reshaped, elongating into a paw. Andrés felt pain for such bone readjustment, but somehow it felt good as well. Waves of sensations moved from the feet to his drunken brain that was having too much of what was happening.

"That's it!" Nahia said with lustful eyes "Get out from that boring shape you were borne with!" Andrés size was now increasing again; he was staring at her hungrily, she was certain he no longer wanted to escape from her, but making her his. Soon the bed could no longer hold his new height, for paws were already out of it; a fluffy tail had sprout from his rear and wagged happily.

"You want me, don't you?" she kissed him in the mouth, his head was then subject to the transformation: fur began to cover it, ears elongated and moved up, while mouth and nose deformed into a growing muzzle.

"I do!" his voice had dropped to a baritone that matched the muscular body that was acquiring. "You smell so fucking good" a long tongue hanged from his muzzle, dripping saliva to the mattress (which was not the only thing that was dripping).

Nahia stared at the hulking body of the werewolf below her. The widening of the thoracic cage and shoulders, the uprising of pectorals and abs that where so thick that they could be seen under the thick black layer of fur, how limbs grew stronger and muscular, capable of breaking down a boulder to little pieces. She started to fantasized of being wrapped between those big arm of that virile beast that was already filling the room with his strong scent.

"Then come to me!" she put a hand between her groin that was already wet, then approached that same hand to the werewolf muzzle "Smell!"

Andrés sniffed that substance that smell of sex and breeding, his already hard dick hardened even more. He wanted her, he wanted to rape her, to make her his mate. He pulled from the ropes, they resisted, but eventually, one by one the fibers broke under the pressure of his newfound strength until he was completely free. He jumped over her in an instant, trapped her between his arm and tore her clothes off, exposing the magnificent body they hid. He grabbed the enormous breasts she had, squeezing them as well as her nipples, which made her moaned.

"You're my bitch now!" he growled while moving his enormous hand down her womb to her groin, where he massaged her wet pussy.

"Yes!" she was in ecstasy.

"On four, now" he commanded her, she obeyed in an instant, but before he pussy was taken by the werewolf's cock, he ate it first. He licked all the secretions she was dripping from it, he even went deeper with his long tongue, almost to the gates of her womb. He also delighted from her ass. Once he was satisfied, he conquered the city of her sex.

"You're so wet that my boy could get in easily, you're such a slut" he stated, she just moaned to confirm. She could feel how his member travel in and out of her vagina, how the countless wrinkles touched it, sending thousands of pleasurable sensations to his lusty brain.

"Harder" she begged.

"Call me daddy" he roared and pulled her hair onto him, bending her head.

"Harder, daddy"

"Good, bitch"

So both stayed together, Nahia eventually put in synchrony with Andrés, moving her hips at the same time as his, improving the pleasure both were experiencing. He slapped her ass from time to time, there were moments he bent over her back, wrapped his arms around her (sometimes he even squeezed her nipples), bit her neck and deepened the penetration.

"I'm coming!" she screamed.

"Right in time" a big load of cum filled her. Nahia fell to the bed exhausted, Andrés was still inside her, releasing all his seed, enjoying that big orgasm he just experienced. They stayed together a couple of minutes, until he finally put it out and lied next to her. Nahia immediately climbed over his giant chest that was fluffy and warm as well.

"Do you want to go back?" she asked, even though she was certain of the answer.

"No fucking way" he replied "I'm not done with this little witch I found in these woods".

She smiled and pressed to his big chest that get up and down with each breath. It was worthy all she had done that day.

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