It was only after the glowing ceased, that you could pull your eyes away from the staff and regain your bearings…
…and discover that you certainly weren’t in a forest anymore.
In fact, based on the architecture, the massive stone slabs that formed the floor and walls and ceiling, the arches and pillars that helped bear the weight, the hundreds of flickering torches and candles that cast dancing shadows where you looked. This had to be a castle of some kind.
“Like the place? You should, as this is where you’ll live now.” The Witch’s voice sounded behind you, but, something was different about it, it was, deeper, somehow.
Cautiously, you turn where to stand to see her, and fall back hard at the sight. She had to be at least 20 Foot tall now, maybe 21, and as well as being far taller she was also, rounder. But that didn’t even begin to compare to the rest of her appearance!
Scales of a dark purple coated her, though it lightened to a pinkish-purple across her front, from the heaving breasts with very dark midnight-purple nipples and areola, down her front and tapering in to end halfway along the underside of her tail. Atop the longer neck rested an head with elongated snout, the pink irises of her slitted eyes peering into you under the golden crown she wore, two spiralling horns sprouted from the back of her skull. A row of spines you could see along her tail and you guessed it also travelled up her back. One clawed hand still held her staff, though at her size it was more like a stick. The feet most likely had such claws as well, but hidden as they were within the black heeled footwear - which together with the crown made up all she wore - you couldn’t say with certainty.
“I see my appearance startles you.” She stated the obvious with a deep chuckle as she approached, and you realised you’d been backing away in fear, any hope of escape futile as with each heavy footstep she closed the gap immensely. “That you can see through my Supreme Illusion proves beyond doubt you are indeed my Familiar.”
“Supreme? Illusion?” You manage to squeak out.
“Yes. With it, others will see, only what I want them to see. It’s quite useful for when I need to, travel around.” She explained as she bent down just in front of you, leaning forwards so her breasts swayed over you.
“And? Where? Are, we?”
“My home of course. It’s just, not anywhere on your World.” The confusion on your face was clear as day to her as she explained herself. “Finding my Familiar you see, wasn’t easy, I had to wait until the conditions were ripe to traverse safely to your World, and bring you back to mine.”
“What? Do you? Want, with, me? What is, going, on?” Coherent words a challenge in your increasing state of terror that she either failed to see or just ignored.
“As my Familiar, it is your job to conduct any task that I see fit for you to perform.” She pressed on. Somehow her calm demeanour was the most frightening aspect of her. “But before we get to that, there will be your lessons. This world, how it works, training, and of course, tending to my ‘needs’.” She added the last part with a claw tickling her nipple.
“And first. You need to be in your proper form, you should be seeing the effects right now.” She tacked on at the end, stepping back and standing tall again, a cruel grin etching itself on her scaled face at what was happening to you.
The first thing you realised was how tight your clothes had become. Painfully. Until the seams split, the buttons burst, your own breasts bouncing hard at the sudden release as you yourself grew larger. But into what?