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The witch kneeled down in front of the constable and then grabbed ahold
of his now limp prick began to lick the end. As he closed his eyes with pleasure he failed to notice her fling powder over him. While his prick grew hard, it also became a dark reddish color, which soon
began to spread to the rest of his body. Only as he felt his body
changing did the constable open his eyes and discover that his
body was not a deep rich red color, and his arms and legs where
shrinking into his body as it became more cylindrical.
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When he squeels with fear, the witch looks up and cackles, "Pork sausage, my favorite!"
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Unable to struggle, and feeling himself compressed by his skin, the constable can
only fall forward into the waiting arms of the witch as he completely
transforms into large saussage. She carries her new catch over to the table next to the doughboy and prepares to eat.
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