Don't enter a witches house in the middle of the woods. And if you do don't eat her food. It never ends well. (This story is only on my Patreon All-Access tier. It contains breast and ass expansion. A pool toy like inflation/transformation and some sexual scenes. Oh and it's request month. You have until the 6th to get your ideas in!)

“What is going on here?”  An elderly woman walked through the front door of the cabin.

              Hazel jumped to her feet.  “I am so sorry.  My friend.  She. . .”

              Terry walked back into the room.   “Ahh.  You must be the owner of this fine place.  We were just looking to find our way back to the campgrounds.”

              “You were?”  The woman walked towards them.  “Is that why you decided to try and steal from me?”

              “Umm, no?  Borrow, perhaps.”

              “Silence.  I have little patience for troublemakers like you.  But I am also fair.”  She smiled.  “I will help you get back to the campgrounds.  If you head out of my cabin in that direction. . .”  She pointed out the window.  “You will find a river.  If you follow it in the direction it flows, you will arrive back.”

              “Why, thank you.”

              “But you won’t be walking.”  She pointed at Hazel.  “Instead, your glutton-filled mouth will cause you to float down the river.”  Hazel moaned, feeling a strange sensation wash over her as the old woman pointed at her with her bony finger.  “And if your friend wants to reach your camp in any efficient time, maybe she should. . . oh, you will figure it out.”  She then pointed to the door.  “Now, get out of my house before I change my mind on letting you go!”

              Terry walked to the door and bowed.  “Thank you for helping us.”

              “GET OUT!”