Feeling your shaft harden under your soft, heavy belly, you huff and hunch over as the witch runs her hands across your wide abdomen. During the transformation, it too became fatter, denser, gaining several inches in girth, while also gaining a considerable amount of foreskin, which now completely engulfed your head, even drooping to some degree.
In a state of complete sexual euphoria, your mind clouds as your erection grows past your folds of fat, your heavy testes can be felt gurgling with need.
"...Can we... Can we do it? C-Can I breed you, please?..."
You spit out with desperation, breathing heavily from the effort, your heavy body definitely making you feel more tired than usual. At this point, you didn't care much about your fate, had the witch wanted you dead, or to suffer a worse fate, she could have probably done so already, but instead, she teased you with a feeding proposal, changed your body to match hers, rubbed your belly and pressed her massive mammaries against your moobs. Thinking about this, in this moment of desperate confusion, made your mind interpret this as some sort of courtship... Her loving gaze, so motherly yet so alluring, her gentle rubs, her soft touch... It didn't have any malice in it, you felt content, relaxed, giving in to the sensation of being loved... You had to shoot your shot, it felt almost natural to do so.
The woman simply laughed, you could feel her hand lowering, starting to rub your lower abdomen, which makes your painful erection grow even harder...
"Young man..." She chuckled. "I'm old enough to be your mother... Those proposals are not appropriate coming from someone as young as you..."
- "But you aren't!" You respond. "You aren't one... B-But I need to make you one."
Her smile starts to fade away... She held her own stomach, rubbing it slowly... She could feel she didn't have much time to start a family left, she's approaching her 50's, and once menopause hits, it'll be too late. Having lived far from society, and knowing the bad reputation witches have, she didn't even try to find a lover in human society... She had no idea one would quite literally arrive at her door.
You managed to catch a glimpse of sadness in her eyes, she looked up at you for a split second... It was all it took to press your lips against hers. She reciprocated, first with gentle kisses, then softly biting your lips and finally running your tongues against each other's. The gentle kissing session turned to making out, bellies and chests pressed against each other, your hands looked for her locks of hair, then you held her face lovingly.
You felt like heaven when your rod suddenly felt extremely warm, embraced. You didn't even notice the moment her undergarments moved to one side, making your body instinctually seek for her folds.
You held her gigantic ass tightly, the soft fat melting in your fingers, making you embrace the dough-like texture as you claimed each other's virginity.
You rammed your hips against hers, fat bellies smacking each other. Both asses jiggling with their excessive mass.
The witch then turned around, making her huge rear face you as she rides your member with passion, her body moving up and down as her jiggling asscheeks pressed against your belly and her fat mound slapped against your groin and your ever fattening nuts.
Holding her by her huge, meaty rear, you're too distracted by her heavy, supple body to notice your genitals growing.
Deep inside you, the witch's magic has detected your drive to become a father, and has begun to alter you to make you and its master accomplish this goal.
Testosterone fills your body as you can feel your member invade her cervix.
Hair sprouts all over your body, darkening your skin as an extremely thick coat of body hair masks your arms and legs, including your feet and hands, which have become wider and developed callouses.
Your chest is next, as your belly reshapes slightly, hardening as extremely dense muscles develop under what can only be described as a beer gut.
Hair takes over your torso, as a thick treasure trail develops on your belly, ending in a very thick jungle covering your groin area. Your pubic hair blending with the witch's mature, hairy pussy.
Fuck, you loved that snatch. The hunger for her cunt suddenly made your member throb, gaining even more inches in length and girth, veins becoming more defined as your foreskin thickened too. The witch could only pant as you penetrated her, reshaping her hole to the massive size of your fuckstick.
Your breathing became heavier as you felt cramps on your chest, your moobs becoming more perky and defined, although retaining their size and softness as you develop massive pectoral muscles underneath. Thick hairs appeared in between them, as well as around your thickening nipples, which have too expanded in size.
"Fuck..." You grunt in an extremely baritone voice, which makes everything around you seem to rumble. Your neck and back muscles thickening to proportions more akin to a bull as your arms follow too, thick meat fattening them even more. You flexed your arms and grinned as you felt their power, while you have a clear view of the witch's ass jiggle and bounce in front of you.
Putting your stronger arms to use, you spank the witch a few times and hold her tight, soon feeling more dominating in the relationship...
Your chin and jawline expanded too, all your facial structure reforming to a more rugged, squared appearance, nose and forehead becoming broader, thicker, as a large, messy beard formed on your face, followed by thicker eyebrows.
You looked around you for the first time during your intercourse, and notice everything around you seems smaller. This, the increased creaking of the bed, and the relative smaller size of your witch lover, made you realize how big you've gotten, especially considering how the witch was taller than you before; you assume you might be approaching 7ft tall now, a true titan of a man.
You moan in your deep voice once again as the wet snatch you're fucking grips your rod even tighter. You assume your dick grew again. Starting to take a more active role on your session, you lay on top of your lover, holding her tight with your strong arms. Squeezing her fat tits and smacking your hips against her huge ass, you start to feel the dynamic in your relationship change. The once intimidating, scary witch now looked more vulnerable. A deep sense of protection washed over you, as you felt the need to protect and provide for your woman, and that included making good love to her.
This change in your perception was caused, in part, by you gradually becoming older than her.
The hair all over your body lengthening, becoming thicker, while also sprouting silvery portions. Your beard was now gray, even larger and messier. Your hair, instead, started to recede, and it wasn't long til you had an entirely bald head. Your face gained wrinkles and a slightly rosy tint while your eyebrows thicken wildly.
You grabbed the witch and pinned her down, both of you moaning in unison as you feel your huge testicles clench, squeezing the thickest heaviest load of your life into your woman.
Making out with her once again, you finally take your rod out of her, thick white ooze coming out of her mature hole, her pubic hair mottled with your cum.
Holding her close in a loving embrace, you both prepare for a good night of sleep, unknowingly to you, rings materialize on both of your fingers.
Reality has changed.
Neither one of you will know what happened this night. All you know is that you came home after a long, long day of logging and hunting, and made love to your wife of 30 years. Reality shifted to make this day the inauguration of the witch's house, now much bigger, which you, or more precisely, the new you, built in the unexplored wilderness. This means only one thing. You're finally able to become a father, to start a family.
You rub your wife's chubby belly, wishing the best for the future. How you both met in reality, fades into nothingness. This is your life now.