“Hey, Circe. Busy tonight?”

“Um, no. Why?”

“I’m going on a date with this hot warlock and I forgot I let Sylvia borrow my sexy stuff. So…”

“You want to use me instead.”

“Well… yeah. Please??”

Circe sighed as Morgan wrung her hands together, closing her spellbook and tossing it into her pocket dimension as she stood up.

“Just get it over with, Morgan. And make sure you bring back all my pieces.”

“I will! You’re the best!”

Morgan tightly hugged Circe, holding out her wand as Circe shimmied out of her robes. As Circe’s robes pooled around her feet, she stepped out of them, her tan, Mediterranean skin glistening in the lamplight as she covered herself with her arms, a faint blush crossing her face as she waited for Morgan to transform her.

Circe shivered as Morgan tapped her on the head with her wand, pins and needles running through her body as Morgan’s magic seeped into her. Her skin started to discolor, rows of black, blue, and purple appearing in bands across her body as it took on the texture of cloth. Circe bit her lip as she rubbed her hands across herself, the soft rustle of fabric against fabric accompanying her movements. Every part of her was perfectly captured in cloth, from the delicate folds of her pussy to the inside of her mouth. Even her hair had changed, each strand now a fuzzy piece of yarn.

Circe panted as she felt the next stage of Morgan’s spell take effect, her body gradually unraveling as lines of string spooled from the tips of her fingers and toes. Her body hollowed out as she dissolved into thread, and she gasped as she felt herself sinking toward the ground, her body no longer able to support itself. Circe managed one final moan before her body gave way, her eyes fluttering as she collapsed into a messy pile of multicolored threads. Sparks of bliss echoed through Circe’s inanimate form as Morgan flicked her wand, making her body slither across the ground and rise into the air in three thick bundles, separated by their color.

Circe mind split apart as her body did, each part of her gaining its own consciousness. Her natural magic meant that she could still ‘see’ and ‘hear’, albeit in a dulled, oddly detached way. But even though her senses were murky, Circe still noticed Morgan circling around her, twirling her wand between her fingers. Circe heard Morgan mutter something and point her wand at her, an itchy tingle running through her threads as she felt herself being changed again.

Circe mentally moaned as her body began to weave together, strings crisscrossing and locking into place as she started to take shape. A lacy set of lingerie coalesced out of the cloud of black threads, followed by a tight pair of pantyhose. They fluttered to the ground as the rest of the threads slowly merged into a giant clump, curvy purple patterns layering themselves onto the skimpy blue dress that was gradually taking shape. Morgan set her wand aside as she stripped down to her underwear, her robes magically folding themselves as she hooked her thumbs around her panties and pulled them off. She did the same to her bra, unclasping it and tossing it aside, baring her pale, freckled body for a few seconds as she bent over and picked up the lingerie and leggings that Circe had transformed into.

A nervous jolt of anticipation ran through Panty-Circe as Morgan grabbed her, along with a pleasant buzz as Morgan held her waistband and stretched it, pulling her legs through Panty-Circe’s holes. Panty-Circe mentally gasped as she felt her fabric hugging Morgan’s crotch, feeling tight and full and so, so happy as Morgan ran a teasing finger over her fabric, pushing her against the plump, hot lips of her pussy.

Bra-Circe braced herself as she saw Morgan reaching for her, a light tingle running through her as she was lifted into the air. The wind raced through her lacy fabric as Morgan took hold of her straps, twisting them around her fingers as she nestled Bra-Circe into place. As Morgan locked Bra-Circe’s hooks into place, her nipples rubbed against Bra-Circe, making her weak with pleasure as her body molded around Morgan’s small, but perky tits. Morgan hummed with appreciation as she looked down at herself, her creamy skin and Circe’s black fabric creating a sexy contrast of light and dark that she knew would draw her date’s eyes to all the right places.

Pantyhose-Circe watched, a little jealous as her bra and panty counterparts were worn by Morgan. But as Morgan’s toes dipped into her, she felt a rush of excitement, losing herself in a foggy mire of bliss as Morgan slid her up her legs. Every inch of her was hugging Morgan’s supple thighs and calves, and the way her toes wiggled inside her made Pantyhose-Circe weak with pleasure. Morgan pulled her up to her waist, shifting her hips a few times to make sure her new pantyhose was as tight as possible before letting it snap into place. A mental orgasm ripped through Pantyhose-Circe, every thread of her body lighting up with pleasure as she clung to Morgan’s slim curves, followed by a perverse thrill as she notice that she was rubbing against Panty-Circe.

Morgan reached out with both hands, grabbing her freshly made dress as it finished weaving itself together. She gently stroked her hand along it, cooing softly as she held it up to eye level.

“You turned out perfect, Circe. You’re gonna make me one happy girl tonight.”

Dress-Circe fluttered in the air as Morgan slipped into her, a calm sense of fulfillment filling her. She relaxed as Morgan slipped her arms and head through her holes, wrinkling for a brief second before Morgan smoothed her out against her body. Dress-Circe sighed, relaxing even further as Morgan pressed her fabric against her skin, letting her mind drift off as she indulged herself in the bliss of being worn. Morgan smiled as she felt Circe’s magic dull, dusting herself off as her body started to fade out of existence, gradually losing coherence as she teleported out of their home.

A few seconds later, Morgan reappeared, poofing back with a faint crackle of magic. She blinked a few times as she caught her bearings, grinning as she saw her date standing beside her. He grabbed her hand, pulling her inside his tower as his other hand roamed down to her ass, squeezing it lightly as she cooed in anticipation.

“Looking sexy tonight. Mmm, I smell magic… you’ve got someone with you, don’t you?”

“Damn, you’re like a bloodhound, Hermes. My roommate’s my clothes right now. Not a problem, I assume?”

“Definitely not. Can’t wait to rip her off of you tonight~”

“Mmm, me neither.”

Morgan moaned as Hermes’ fingers dug against her panties, pressing the fabric into her moist folds as he led her to the kitchen, groping Morgan’s ass as he snapped his fingers and magically poured her a glass of wine. Morgan licked her lips as Hermes handed her the wineglass, swirling it around for a few seconds before taking a delicate sip. She panted as she took the wineglass away from her lips, a deep blush spreading across her face as her eyes glazed over. She set the wineglass back on the counter, her hand trembling as Hermes grabbed her shoulders. She stared up at him, her pupils squeezing into pink hearts as the potion in the wine scrambled her brain into a sex-crazed mush.

“Oh, fuckkk, thatsh… thatsh shtrong… haaah, I’m shoooo waaarmm~”

Hermes smirked as Morgan leaned against him for support, dragging her to the couch. She moaned as she clumsily slipped out of her dress, flinging it aside as Hermes pushed her against the cushions, grabbing her roughly as he ripped off her bra and tossed it onto the couch. Morgan’s stiff nipples throbbed as they were exposed, their reddish-pink color standing out against her skin as Hermes moved his hands down to her pussy. She gasped as Hermes ripped open her pantyhose, the shredded fabric hanging loosely around her legs as her pussy throbbed and gushed in anticipation. Hermes slid his hands under Morgan’s soaked panties, peeling them away from her drooling mound. Morgan squirmed as Hermes held her panties in front of her, letting out a muffled moan as he pressed them against her face.

Meanwhile, the pieces of Circe were in various states of panic and arousal. Dress-Circe felt a little frustrated at being discarded so easily, watching from the floor as Hermes and Morgan fucked around on the couch with a bored, detached voyeurism, feeling empty without Circe’s body inside her. Bra-Circe was in a similar position, hanging precariously off the armrest as she struggled to see the action, listening to Morgan’s moans and Hermes’ grunts, feeling a jolt of anxiety as she started to slip off. Pantyhose-Circe’s brief moment of panic from being torn was starting to subside, the sting of being ripped open dulling as Hermes rubbed a hand against her fabric, feeling a rush of bliss along with several more small stings as more holes ripped their way into her.

As for Panty-Circe, she was in lesbian heaven, bathing in Morgan’s juices and being rubbed against her face, Morgan’s nose and lips pressing against her as she fought to keep conscious. She didn’t want to miss a single second of bliss, mentally gasping and moaning as her resolve started to weaken, a tidal wave of pleasure drowning out her resistance and plunging her into pure pleasure.

Hermes stuffed Morgan’s panties into her mouth, giving her a few seconds to squeal and huff before carefully parting her lower lips, pushing back her fair skin to reveal the prim, pink folds within. Morgan groaned through the makeshift gag Hermes had forced upon her as she felt his fingers probing her depths, squirming like crazy on the couch as she begged him with her eyes to take her.

After a few more agonizing seconds of teasing from Hermes, he shifted on the couch, drawing his slippery fingers out of Morgan’s slit. His hands glowed dark orange as he grabbed his cock, and he huffed loudly as his cock grew in his hand, becoming longer and girthier as he pressed the swollen tip against Morgan’s cunt. Morgan’s eyes widened as she saw Hermes’ forearm-length cock, reaching down to shield her pussy with trembling hands. But as Hermes slowly pushed his engorged member inside her, she collapsed, limply twitching on the couch as her pussy was stretched wide open.

Dress-Circe felt a pant of longing as she watched Hermes ravage Morgan’s pussy, unable to do anything but sit and stare as he pried open the walls of her pussy, his cock just barely fitting inside. Dress-Circe steadily filled with arousal as Hermes and Morgan fucked, stewing in her corner as she desperately fantasized about being filled as well. On the other hand, Bra-Circe, who had fallen onto the floor a while ago, couldn’t see anything at all. She listened to the wet plaps of Hermes' hips against Morgan’s ass, trying to piece together a scene in her mind. She sighed as she stared at the floor, wishing she knew what was happening while Circe let out a muffled groan of bliss.

Panty-Circe was still locked inside an endless torrent of bliss, Morgan’s moans tickling her fabric as her spit soaked into her. A white-hot jolt of pleasure raced through her as she felt Morgan bite down on her fabric, making Panty-Circe lose her mind, sinking into a screaming mental orgasm as Morgan’s teeth pressed against her lace. As for Pantyhose-Circe, she was being slowly torn apart, holes appearing across her fabric as Morgan bucked her hips against the couch. She mentally gasped each time a hole formed, relishing the sharp sting of pain and the subsequent dull ache that followed. As Morgan’s sweat leeched into her fabric, she felt her shift, rubbing her fabric against the couch as Hermes pulled his cock out of her pussy.

Morgan whined as Hermes’ magically enhanced cock emerged from her pussy with a slimy pop, arching her back as Hermes grabbed his throbbing cock and jerked himself to completion. As thick, stringy ropes of hot, cloudy cum splashed onto her body, Morgan finished herself as well, furiously rubbing her clit until she came, squirting all over her ruined pantyhose as cum, sweat, and juices dripped down her body. She gazed up at Hermes, drooling around the panties in her mouth as he stared back at her with a satisfied smirk.

Morgan smacked her lips together as Hermes pulled her panties out of her mouth, gulping down fresh air as she sat up. She tried to wipe the sticky layer of cum that Hermes had blasted onto her off her body as his monster cock shrunk back to normal, but it clung to her skin like glue. She groaned as she pulled her hand away from her stomach, watching as a mucusy bridge of cum connected the two.

"Fuck, Hermes. How do I clean this shit up?"

"Just use her."

Disgust filled Dress-Circe as she caught Hermes pointing towards her, a flash of betrayal and panic joining it as Morgan nodded and stumbled towards her. She watched in helpless terror as Morgan's sticky, cum-coated hand reached toward her, feeling Hermes' cum soak into her threads as Morgan used her like a rag, coating her with the same layer of incredibly sticky, musky cum. She hadn't signed up to be a fucking towel, and she definitely didn't want some stranger's cum on her.

"Now wear her."

"Y-Yes sir."

Dress-Circe felt violated, but mostly angry, as Morgan shimmied back inside her, the previous relaxing feeling of fullness replaced by icy scorn as she clung to Morgan's curves, semen dripping off her hem as Morgan bent over and gathered up her other pieces of clothing, soaking them in cum as well. Bra-Circe and Pantyhose-Circe mentally cursed Morgan as they felt her gooey fingers press against their fabric and scrunch them up into messy balls, rubbing against each other as she held them against her dress. Meanwhile, Panty-Circe was clenched tightly in Hermes' hands, unaware of how her other parts had been violated as she continued to ride the high of her orgasms. Morgan bit her lip as the air blew against her pussy, her nipples stiffening through her dress as she rubbed her thighs together. She gulped as Hermes handed over her damp panties, meekly taking them out of his hands and sliding them up her legs. She panted as her panties tightly hugged her crotch, squirming as the damp cloth clung to her skin. She squeaked as Hermes spun her around, sighing as she saw her body becoming transparent.

"Already? Damnit, Hermes, I wanted more!"

"Sorry, sweetcakes. Got to keep you hungry for next time."

"Ughhhh... you're such a tease."

"I know. And you fucking love it."

Morgan playfully flipped Hermes off as her finger evaporated, blowing him a kiss with her remaining hand before she disappeared entirely. A moment later, she popped back into her home. Morgan peeled Circe away from her skin, kicking her aside as she slowly walked upstairs to shower, leaving Circe to stew in silence. The separate parts of Circe sighed as Morgan left, trying to hold back their frustration. Dress-Circe was gradually mellowing out, still annoyed at being used as a cum rag but less angry than she'd been a few minutes ago. She reasoned that she should've expected something like this when she agreed to be Morgan's clothes. But as cum dripped from her fabric, she resolved to yell at Morgan about it. Or at least lecture her. The other Circes reached the same conclusion, except for Panty-Circe, who was too busy basking in her afterglow to think of anything.

As Morgan came back downstairs, with a towel wrapped around her head, she picked up her wand, flicking it in Circe's direction. The various parts of Circe started to unravel, cum-soaked threads pulling away as they gathered in the rough shape of a person. But instead of weaving back into cloth, the threads started to dissolve, melting into cum as Circe started to reform. Morgan cursed as she jabbed her wand at Circe, muttering frantically under her breath as she tried to stop the spell. But it was already too late. Circe's torso was already fully formed, an off-white, sticky and oily texture replacing her skin as the rest of her body settled into place.

Circe groaned as her head reformed, grimacing as her memories merged, four separate streams of consciousness suddenly colliding all at once. Her lips parted stiffly, strands of goo connected them as she lifted a hand to her head, clutching it as the rest of her body oozed into place. Circe’s body rippled with each movement, like a cold block of gelatin, and she gasped as her initial disorientation wore off, staring down at her body in shock before glaring at Morgan. Circe half-ran, half-wobbled towards Morgan with an angry snarl, sticking her gooey finger in Morgan's face as she yelled angrily.

"YOU BITCH! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?"

"C-Circe, I-I didn't-"

"YOU TURNED ME INTO CUM!!!”

Circe took a heavy breath, shakily taking her finger out of Morgan's face. She trembled furiously as she glared at Morgan, crossing her arms with a squishy squelch.

"Do you have ANY idea how long this is going to take to fix? Huh?"

"I-I don’t know!? I-I'm sorry, Circe! I-I-"

"You should've FUCKING CLEANED ME BEFORE RESTORING ME! EVEN THE MOST EMPTY-HEADED WITCHES KNOW TO DO THAT!"

"I-I know! I-I just... you know, Hermes fucked me silly and I just-"

"I can't work on my potions like this, I'm going to contaminate my lab! You're going to fix this, Morgan, I swear, before I curse you!”

Morgan shifted uncomfortably as she averted her eyes from Circe's body, lacing her fingers together as she mumbled something under her breath. She squeaked as Circe slapped her gooey hand against the table, clearing her throat as she spoke up.

"Well... um, I had lunch planned with my parents tomorrow, so... you know..."

"Whatever, Morgan. I'll deal with this shit myself, you incompetent bitch... go fuck yourself.”

Morgan winced as Circe snarled at her, backing away from her as she carefully left the living room, flinching as Circe’s angry cursing followed her upstairs. Morgan locked her bedroom door as she slunk inside, breathing a sigh of relief as she sat on her bed. Thank god Circe believed her lie about having lunch. She had fucked up, sure, she could accept that. But why did Circe have to be such a bitch about it? Especially since she wasn’t exactly perfect either; Morgan couldn’t even remember how many times she’d been an unfortunate casualty of one of Circe’s botched recipes. An annoyed frown crossed Morgan’s face as she listened to Circe yell downstairs, rolling her eyes before lying down and tucking herself into bed. Fucking drama queen. Morgan made a mental note to be on high alert for magic tomorrow as she rolled onto her side and fell asleep.

Morgan rubbed her eyes as she walked down to the kitchen the next morning, doing a double take as she saw what Circe had done to herself. She had conjured a giant rubber suit to contain her body, making it look like she was trapped inside a condom. Morgan couldn’t help but smirk a little at Circe’s appearance, holding her hand over her mouth as Circe glared at her.

“This is funny to you, huh?”

“N-No, just surprised. Look, I’m really sorry about last night. I feel fucking terrible.”

“Yeah, well, join the club, dumbass. At least you’re still human.”

“Circe, come on. I’m actually sorry. I would’ve helped, but you know how my parents are.”

“Right. Well, it’s a good thing you still have a few hours until lunch, isn’t it? You can help me in the meantime.”

“Oh…um, s-sure! I can do that!”

Morgan put on a fake smile as she sat down to eat, her mind boiling with frustration as she took her time eating breakfast. Her fingers twitched as put her plate in the sink, reluctantly following Circe as she rolled down to her lab. She groaned as a muggy wave of heat washed over her, brushing her hair out of her face as Circe sloshed to a stop in the middle of the door, wrenching her frustrated expression back to fake joy as Circe turned around.

“Perfect, stay right there.”

Morgan’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but as heard the whisper of moving gears, her eyes widened and she looked up just in time to catch a potion to the face. Morgan screeched as the green, oily liquid coated her head, panicking as her body absorbed the potion.

“Circe! What are you-“

“Just a little attitude adjustment. I’ve known you long enough to recognize a lie when I see one, you slut. But don’t worry, I’ll put you back to normal once I’m back to normal too. However long that takes.”

“Circe, you can’t do this to me! I wasn’t lying, I promise! Ciiiiirrrceeee!!”

Morgan’s voice rose into a guttural squeal as her skin turned a dark, muddy green, her lower canines lengthening into yellow tusks as her eyes narrowed, taking on a piggish look. Morgan snorted loudly as she ran her tongue against her rapidly shortening teeth, whimpering as they became flat and animalistic. Her body squished into a smaller frame, shrinking down until her head barely reached above Circe’s knees while all the extra mass redistributed itself, every part of her becoming tastefully chubby as her body finished molding itself into a goblin shortstack. Morgan groaned and held a hand up to her head as Circe pulled her loose clothes away from her body, snorting loudly as Circe pushed her into her lab.

“Hey! Where take me!?”

“Oh, don’t worry about it, Morgy. Now, stir this pot for me.”

“Uurrr? Morgy stir?”

“Yes, Morgy stir. Run along now.”

Morgan stumbled forward as Circe slapped her ass, rubbing it as she pushed a stool beside Circe’s cauldron and scrambled onto it, huffing as she grabbed a stirring rod that was twice her size. She looked at Circe in confusion as she heard her laugh, her lower jaw jutting out as she wondered what was so funny. But a few seconds later, Morgan resumed stirring, humming to herself as her mind emptied. She barely noticed Circe rolling around the lab, stirring mindlessly as Circe ransacked her cupboards for ingredients, using magic to levitate and move them around.

A few hours later, Morgan blinked, grunting in confusion as Circe pulled the rod out of her hands. The cauldron was cold, the fire underneath long since dead as Morgan jumped off the stool, her body jiggling as she stumbled to her feet and stared up at Circe, who was back to normal. Morgan scratched her head, blinking her eyes in confusion as her head tingled, foreign memories simmering just beneath the surface.

"Cir...ce?"

"Yes, Morgy?"

"You... Urrrrr...? Gruhhh?"

Circe laughed as Morgan panted and sat down hard on the ground, her pea-sized goblin brain overheating and making whisps of smoke rise from her head as she struggled to think, eventually giving up, moaning and playing with herself instead. Circe smirked and waved her wand, levitating Morgan behind her as she left the basement. Morgan snorted as she was brought into the living room, jerking around midair as she dug her stubby green fingers between the fat lips of her pussy, her entire body jiggling around as she frantically masturbated. Circe gave Morgan another poke with her wand, making the goblin spin around, splashing thick fluids everywhere as she squealed in confusion and arousal. Circe left Morgan spinning in the living room as she leisurely walked into the kitchen, preparing to make dinner for herself, humming happily as she listened to Morgan squeal and grunt like a pig as she was mercilessly spun around.

After pulling her dinner out of the oven, Circe strolled back to the living room, flopping onto the couch with a muted thump as she started to eat, enjoying the feeling of being solid again as she took a big bite of food, smirking in amusement as she offhandedly flicked her wand at Morgan, floating her down to the coffee table. Morgan drooled from both ends as she weakly moaned, trembling against the cold wood as Circe took another bite and set her wand down. She stared at the wand out of the corner of her eye, neurons slowly firing as she pushed herself off the table, wobbling unsteadily as she stumbled towards Circe.

"Ughhhhh, Morgy spin-spin... brain hurt."

"Oh, really? Why don't you tell me more, Morgy?"

"O-Ok. Morgy... Urrrr... Uukk!"

Morgan tripped and fell flat on her face, her stubby little hands reaching out for Circe's wand while she was distracted with laughing at her, wrapping her fingers around the wood as she pointed it at Circe. Circe's head snapped towards her wand as she heard it rattling against the table, screaming in fearful anger as Morgan shot a green bolt of magic at her. She slapped Morgan across the table, her rapidly thickening fingers scrabbling around her wand as she panted frantically, muttering under her breath as she gritted her teeth and stormed towards Morgan, who was triumphantly smiling as Circe's skin started to turn bumpy and blue.

"No no no nononononono! MORGAN! YOU-!"

"Urhurhur! You be dum dum too!"

"I SWEAR ON HECATE, I'LL MAKE YOUR LIFE MISERABLE, MORGAN! YOU FUCKED WITH THE WRONG FUCKING WITCH, YOU HEAR? I'LL- NNnnnnnnGGHHHHhhh!"

Circe collapsed on all fours, shuddering violently as her skin thickened, her palms and feet callousing as her hair grew short and patchy. She groaned, her clothes stretching as they struggled to keep up with her body's insane growth spurt, shredding apart as her bones popped and cracked. She huffed in pain as her back smacked against the ceiling, tucking her knees against her rapidly inflating tits as the neatly trimmed bush above her pussy exploded into a tangled jungle of hair. Circe panted heavily as her eyes paled, becoming ice blue as muscles rippled across her body, finishing her transformation into a hulking frost troll. She bared her cracked teeth as she looked down at Morgan, her breath condensing in the air as she leaned down and snarled.

"Gobby so small... me eat you up, mggahahhahaha."

"Urk. N-No fight?"

"YES FIGHT!"

Morgan panicked as she felt Circe's icy breath on her skin, scrambling underneath the table and quivering as Circe stuck her meaty fingers under, trying to pull her out. She squealed as a cold finger grazed her skin, huddling in the center of the table as Circe's fingers writhed angrily.

"W-Wait! No fight! Urrrr... Frost troll no magic, only Morgy have!"

"Ggggrrrrrhhhhh... Me find other way turn back."

"Stupid troll. No one know you human."

"Nnngggggg... Morgy say true. Grah."

"No fight?"

"Ngh."

Morgan carefully crawled out, nervously dusting herself off and getting to her feet as she stared up at Circe's hulking body, feeling even smaller than she did earlier as Circe gave her a withering glare and crossed her arms, sitting cross-legged in the trashed living room as she bent her head to avoid hitting the ceiling. Circe's boobs were larger than Morgan was, and Morgan gulped as Circe leaned down, apprehensively eying Circe's cleavage as it neared her body. But Circe just huffed, rolling her wand towards Morgan with the very tip of her fingernail, growling as she motioned for Morgan to pick it up. Morgan took the wand with both hands, gulping as Circe wrapped her chilly hands around her, trapping her in her palm.

"You fix. Now."

Morgan quickly nodded, the tip of Circe's wand sparking as she tried to focus on her magic. She struggled to shape her magic, her brain too tiny to focus on more than a few things at a time. And right now, all she could think about was how she wanted to be warm, and how good Circe's thumb felt against her crotch. Morgan squirmed in Circe's hand, moaning loudly as the wand in her hands started to heat up, black whisps of smoke spewing out of it before a giant explosion of magic rippled through the room with an ear-splitting crash. Morgan fell on the ground, Circe's smoking wand flying out of her hands as Circe covered her ears, bellowing in pain as she thrashed against the wall, her tits bouncing around like wrecking balls as Morgan scrambled out of the way, starting to sweat as her body warmed up and a weird tingling, pounding sensation flooded into her, concentrating around her pussy and tits. Morgan moaned, her hands drifting down to her soaked pussy as she slumped forward, grinding against the floor as she watched Circe through half-lidded eyes.

Circe's initial anger was quickly forgotten as a similarly warm and tingly feeling overwhelmed her minuscule mind, and she fell on her ass, the house quaking as she roared in pleasure and brought her hands up to her tits. Her muscles rippled as she squashed her erect nipples, flattening them while her eyes rolled into her head and she leaned against the wall, twitching blissfully as sweat trickled across her abs and collected underneath her. She glance at Morgan's tiny, wriggling body, her brain working overtime as she tried to remember why she had been mad.

"M-Morgy... You... Magic... HHhraagghhh~"

"Mmpphhh~"

Both witches' brains burned out as the spell took full effect, their legs giving out as their pussies ached, begging to be filled. Morgan squirmed on the ground, her sausagey fingers barely long enough to push past her lower lips as she rolled around in ecstasy, while Circe grunted, her fingers blurring around her clit as she furiously rubbed herself, pushing as hard as she could against her clit while her other fingers delved inside her pussy, scraping against her moist inner walls. Both witches drooled all over themselves as they surrendered to the spell, sticky, translucent fluids pouring out of their pussies as they forgot about everything else and just masturbated, desperately trying to satisfy the aching emptiness they felt.

Morgan spluttered as Circe squirted all over her, her nipples stiffening under the chilly shower of Circe's arousal as she orgasmed as well, bucking wildly against the ground as drool ran down her tusks and dripped off the tips. She barely noticed when the door to their house opened, her attention fully dedicated to stuffing a fourth finger between her lower lips as Hermes strolled through the door, a smirk forming as he saw the carnage that the witches had unleashed on the living room. He kicked Morgan out of the way, his eyes glimmering with amusement as she loudly orgasmed from his foot, turning his gaze to Circe, who stared back with dull eyes as her fingers roamed across her mound, tilting her head and mumbling as she registered Hermes' presence.

"Gggaah... You... Morgy friend. What... want?"

"Just stopping by to see Morgy. Hah. But now I think I might want a little more."

"Huurrhg?"

"Don't waste your time thinking about it. You don't have the brains to spare. Gahahaha!"

Hermes picked up Morgan's trembling body, squishing her plump curves in his hands as he lifted her up and slammed her onto his cock, her stomach bulging out as he stretched out her insides. She squealed, going limp in Hermes' arms as he fucked her, using her like a sex toy while Circe watched, getting hornier by the second as she listened to Circe's primal squeals, her breath coming out in huge foggy clouds as she slurped up the drool leaking from her mouth. She whined, spreading her pussy open as she stared at Hermes, loudly begging for a turn as well.

"You! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Oh, believe me, I will."

Hermes smirked as he came inside Morgan, his seed overflowing from her pussy as he tossed her aside without a second thought. Two hot and horny witches, all to himself. This was going to be one hell of a night.