Claiming a Lesbian Witch and a Bimbofied Bully

"...make his cocks fall off or turn him into a fucking frog, I don't care, just fuck him up. Everyone knows you're a witch, please, you gotta help me, I need to watch that piece of shit SQUIRM. NO ONE gets away with humiliating me like that! I'll pay you anything!"

Sitting in her musty parlor, Beatrice was bored out of her mind. She was, against her better interests, busy listening to some rich kid whose name she was already having trouble remembering begging her to curse some kid who cuckolded him. He did get one thing right - she was indeed a witch. Or more precisely, a pagan priestess, not that the stupid inhabitants of this backwards town would care about the distinction. Ever since she'd received a portent from her goddess that an event of stupendous importance for the coven would happen in this depressing backwater, she'd been stuck here running a fortune telling parlor. A convenient front for her mission, but she dearly missed being away from the coven. Especially because the love of her life - her sister - had stayed back home.

Business was booming, though, especially with the men. Just over six feet tall, the tall witch's body was nothing short of scandalous. Her massive tits, each substantially bigger than her head, were the first thing anyone noticed about her. The only thing preventing her milky white but speckled with freckles cleavage from ripping apart her deep purple witch gown was a piece of magical lacing made from unicorn hair, which she had to personally procure. The lacing couldn't help with how no bra could ever fit this megabusty magician and the gown thus did a poor job of hiding her bright pink coin-sized nipples, not that she could recall any customer ever complaining. She wasn't all breast either, as her thin waist lead into wide, curvaceous hips so prime for childbearing that it was a true tragedy how she had no interest in men. The hips in turn gave way to a perfect, heart-shaped ass, the sheer immensity of which was difficult to hide by her poor, overworked gown. The few people who had seen her with the gown off could also testify to the wonderful thickness of her thighs, and her sister could go on a litany about their softness and her long, luscious legs. Finally, her thin, small face which was covered in freckles much like those dotting her massive milk bombs was adorned by a beautiful pair of big emerald-green eyes and a long mane of curly crimson-red hair that fell out of her witch hat all the way down to her fat ass.

For all of the kid's talk of how much he missed his girlfriend, he kept glancing at her cleavage. Not that she really blamed him - in her opinion, all men were just swine who thought with their dicks. But, from what she could gather, this man went far above and beyond that. She figured she ought to teach him a lesson. And besides, the pay was good and the fact that he had two cocks was pretty unusual. Maybe it had something to do with her mission?

"Alright, I get it. Just tell me where I can find him, and I'll bill you later."

*BAM*

Slamming open the parlor's doors, you interrupt this little conversation. Spying on Chad from afar is child's play for you, and it's the first thing you did after waking up from your recent threesome. You made sure to get dressed, but not before giving Forte and Francine another double dicking, and teleported in front of the parlor. As much as you may detest Chad, you have to thank him for introducing you to this prime piece of buxom fuckmeat. You have the perfect reward in mind for him, but first you have a witch to deal with. You enter the parlor, practically crouching to avoid hitting your head on the entrance vault. Walking up to Beatrice, who stands up to inspect you closer, you can't help but notice how your towering height makes the statuesque, tall sex bomb look practically like a shortstack. Chad is too stunned to speak, his visage agape with horror and incomprehension - a look all too familiar to you.

You don't busy yourself with speaking, ogling Beatrice's generous curves like a prime rib at a meat market instead. She flashes you a cold stare, filled with disgust, before finally breaking the ice.

"...And who are you?"

"I think my friend Chad told you all about me. And a cutie like you shouldn't be looking at me like that. Wouldn't you rather be on your knees, servicing me with those big, fat titties?"

Nonchalantly, you slip a hand into her gown and grab one of her breasts, kneading it. The watermelon-sized tit has finally met its match in your over-sized hand, and you marvel at its springy, doughy softness as you pinch one of her nipples, almost eliciting a moan before Beatrice recoils, flashing you a I'm-going-to-fucking-kill-you look while uttering an incantation in something that you think is Ancient Greek and pointing a dainty finger at your crotch. You hear a horrible, droning noise before a bolt of pale violet light hits you where it ought to hurt. Unconcerned, you glance at Chad, now properly terrified of not only you but Beatrice as well. He's just sitting there, frozen in fear - with your powers, you make sure he couldn't move even if he wasn't. With a nasty, smug smirk Beatrice resumes speaking in her sexy, vaguely European accented English.

"Enjoy watching your cocks rot off, you fucking pig. Lowly, insolent men like you should watch themselves around Beatrice Areida."

Soon, that smug smirk wipes itself off her face, as she notices that seemingly the only effect of her spell was the presence of an absolutely massive tent pitching in your pants. Of course it's child's play for you to shrug off a mortal's spell, no matter how powerful. With a hearty laugh, you bellow out:

"Are you sure you don't swing that way? It seems to me like you're setting the mood!"

You again approach her, palming her big, juicy ass as you kiss her, vigorously invading her mouth with your tongue. At first she resists, but then you work your own magic. You're not just invading her mouth - you're also invading her mind, filling her brain with a haze of lust and a love of thick, long alpha male cock. As you make her feel like a horny slut, you also probe her mind, learning her deepest, darkest secrets. You simply marvel at the possibilities this coven of witches will provide you with!

Pulling back from the kiss and leaving Beatrice with her tongue wagging out like a bitch in heat, you again speak:

"Not only a lesbian, but fucking your own sister! I must say I approve - I'll have my daughters worshiping my cocks once they grow up into daddy's busty little dickwarmers. Forte sucks cock like a pro, so I'm sure there's a lot she could teach her daughters. And, I suppose, half-sisters as well. But I'm sure Francine will get better. Hmmm, and Milly ought to make a fine MILF too. Right, Chad?"

You've broken him. He's frothing at the mouth, utterly helpless before your verbal ****. You're surprised at the fact that Beatrice is still holding out, in fact, still managing to get words out:

"Who.... are you? What have you done to me?"

"I'm your new god, that's who. And you? You'll be my high priestess. What do gods demand of their priestesses?"

"Wor~ship," she slurs.

"Yes, smart girl. You pick up quickly. But I'm not just any god. Do you think just one priestess is enough to handle this?" With this, you disrobe, exposing your huge, muscled body and more importantly your rock-hard twin cocks, dropping your new fucktoy on her knees as she lets out a squeal of delight. Pumped full of blood, veins pulsating, your massive fucksticks are well over a foot long each and dripping so much hypnotizing precum on her face that for a moment she can't answer.

"No, lord! You need at least two curvy, slutty cock polishers on you at all times! How I can't wait to watch you pump my sister's holes full of your cum! But first, please conquer my slutty holes! Deflower me, impregnate me and sire yourself a new daughter-wife!"

"Good answer. But one step at a time. I'll visit your sister soon, and I think we can do something about that second cock polisher right now."

It's time to finally reward Chad. Sweeping your gaze over him, you utilize the full brunt of your powers. You start transforming him. You keep his height of six feet, but everything else about him starts very rapidly changing. His hips widen and his face gets less angular, more softer, feminine. His lips swell, becoming pink and glossy. Bursting out of his clothes are a thick, juicy ass and a bountiful rack, not quite up to Bea's level but enough to make Forte green with envy. The transformation is completed when his already tiny cock completely recedes, replaced by a cute, pink unblemished pussy. Looking at the gorgeous bimbo now standing before you, you decide to name her. Brushing her silky black waist-length hair, you speak to her:
"Listen, bitch. Your new name is Charlotte. From this day onwards, you are my personal bimbo maid. As thanks for bringing my new high priestess to me, you'll be bred alongside her. Is that clear?"

"Yes, master!"

"Now get to worshipping my cocks, you fucking sluts!"

Seated in Bea's chair, you're treated to yet another fellatio-paizuri spectacle, two disrobed busty whores treating themselves to your meaty mammoths. Beatrice's tit pressure is as expected unreal, and even then it can't envelop the entirety of your right cock, a warm softness traveling up and down your shaft, accompanied by kisses, licks and slurping noises. It's much the same with Charlotte, your new maid making up for her somewhat smaller bust with a supplemental blowjob, coating your left cock's head in layers of saliva. Soon, the witch and the maid unite, squeezing both shafts between their bountiful cleavage, egging you on to push them both down and fuck their throats. You oblige, your lap now a red-and-black hurricane of cock worship, two pretty heads bobbing up and down as you fill their mouths with cock. No stud could stand such a lavish treatment of his cocks for long and you pull them back up, the two sluts panting, gasping for air. Before they can even express their disappointment, you blast out two thick ropes of seed, plastering their faces and coating their massive breasts. You swear you've never seen a girl smile like these two, beaming grins on their faces as they marvel at how much their daddy came for them. Unable to contain their enthusiasm, they lick each other clean, sharing it in chunks in steamy kisses. You get a fun idea.

"Whichever one of you got more on your tongue gets bred first."

As it turns out, your diligent maid cleaned up better, scooping up your fat load off of Beatrice. You reassure your priestess that simply means you coated her better, but the former lesbian is nonplussed, adorable even when she pouts:

"It's not fair! You can fuck us both at once! Please, daddy, I need it so bad!"

Laughing, you pin Charlotte ass-up and face-down and re-position your cocks, aiming them at both of her unused holes. Unfortunately, she's too tight to take all of you in at once. Fortunately, you're practically a god and with the flick of a wrist you make sure women don't have trouble taking you in. With a single thrust, you forever claim ownership of the bully-turned-bimbo, hilting yourself waist-deep in the first of many rapid-fire deep thrusts. Her pristine pussy convulses madly as she howls out in constant orgasmic pleasure from your relentless womb-pounding. You're excited at the prospect of transforming and impregnating your bully, so truthfully speaking you don't last long. After a few minutes of thrusting, you can already feel yourself ready to burst.

"Yeshhhh~ HARDER HARDER DEEPER I LOVE IT~ KNOCK ME UP FILL MY ASS I'M YOUR BREEDING BUTTSLUT!!!!"

"Coming, you slut! You're getting a fucking daughter!"

With a loud squelching noise, you hilt yourself completely and deposit a double creampie in your maid's lovely body, one of which is sure to rapidly impregnate her with your choice of progeny. Once you notice your cum pooling out of her gaping holes you finally turn your attention to the lovely witch who has been feverishly masturbating while this entire pounding took place.

Without even breaking a sweat you bend her over, spank her fat ass for good measure and resume your breeding session. Her voluminous cheeks jiggle as you enter her holes, never staying still under the great pressure you exert on her behind with each thrust, the creamy flesh squishing against you almost like putty. You almost can't believe how wet she is, her entire body working in overdrive to provide you with pleasure. Every thrust triggers a miniature orgasmic shockwave, your lower cock scraping against her womb and other places a woman's fingers could never reach. Her ass holds you in a vice grip, with the thin walls between your cocks squeezing and convulsing rapidly. Her eyes roll back and her tongue wags from the tremendous pleasure, the ahegao she is displaying very familiar to you as her massive breasts swing wildly with each thrust. Reaching forward, you kiss her, before whispering to her:

"You're about to become a mother."

You excite her so much you're surprised by an attempt at a twerk around the cocks currently plundering her holes. Not quite successful, but the double V signs she's flashing certainly illustrate her mood. Any remaining confusion is dispelled with this cry:

"YEESSSSSSSSSSS! BREED YOUR SLUTTY WITCH PRIESTESS!"

And of course you do. Your third orgasm leaves Bea a cum-drunk dominated bimbo with a full stomach, albeit leaking. But most importantly, she's utterly bred.

You want to try fucking them both at once. You tell Charlotte to get on top of Bea, and she obliges, forming a bimbo sandwich. It's really a sight - two massive pairs of tits, slick with cum and sweat, stacked against each other. This time, you take it slower. There's no need to pound them into submission - they're already yours heart, body and soul. Still, you ought to make them show it to the world. You take careful, measured thrusts, enjoying two pussies that have already molded themselves for your exclusive use. Tracing a finger along Bea's womb, the witch herself preoccupied by a steamy kiss with your maid, you start writing. Your finger glows with a dull red light as you write out "Property of James." You apply the same brand on Charlotte, making sure they both instinctively know what you have done to them. Your bimbo breeders scream out in orgasmic delight, of course.

"OF COURSE YOU OWN US, MASTER! OUR HOLES WERE MADE TO SHEATHE YOUR ALPHA MALE COCKS! WE'RE YOUR FAT-TITTED FUCKTOYS!"

And you continue fucking them. You spend the rest of the day breaking in the new additions to your harem, fucking them in every position imaginable. When you finally sate your lusts on them, your two sluts now **** and leaking cum out of every hole in their bodies, you start to think of your next move.

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