Aoife Cassidy

She hated the tills shift, just like every other part of her work day. And her home life. And school.

Her life was more than a bit shite, but the tips made up for it. One of the regulars in the queue normally gave her a few euro when she bought anything, so she was looking forward to her. Her current customer was buying a month's worth of food, and once he had paid, he gave her a stick. She quickly swept it away into her pocket before anyone else noticed.

After her shift ended, she decided to walk home. The five kilometres of country lanes were safe aside from the odd culchie on a motorbike, and even they would only ever hurt you accidentally. She pulled the wand out and thought about what magic she wanted to cast. She had a few wishes, some of which were entirely normal and some verged on the unnatural. "I wish I was a two metre tall, absolute smokeshow of a redhead futanari, with a 50 cm cock." She said it to the wand, then shuddered as its magic enveloped her.

She was now the person she dreamed of being. Her new body was perfectly muscled, but those were hidden behind a soft layer of fat, and that beneath a coat of orange fur. She looked down, over her cantelope sized breasts at her newly bulging leggings. She rolled them down to free her new dick. It was buried at its base in soft, downy pubes, and was almost perfect. She had a pair of sliotar sized balls under it, and just by feeling them she realised they could unleash gallons of cum. Having taken that inventory, she hurried back home, the faster for her new height.

In half an hour, she found herself outside her home: an old, rustic farmhouse, sprawling across 6 bedrooms, and holding her entire expanded family of three sisters, mother, father, two aunts, a cousin, that cousin's boyfriend, and grandmother. With the exception of the two men, she had fantasised about all of them, even before she had her current equipment.