Potion Planning

The three witches remain silent and wait for you to respond to what they told you about your smell. You don’t know how to respond however, so you and the witches just stare at each other, the human and the three monster girls sitting opposite to each other in an increasingly awkward silence.

How is it possible for them to not know what your smell is? Old, experienced monster girls, experts at anything smelly, especially foot smells, can’t identify the smell of a human? Ok. Fine, that is something you could believe, it’s humans who smell the feet of monster girls, not the other way round, and it is a fact that human feet smell weaker and less diverse than monster girl feet, so you might just smell too ‘human’ for them to recognize. The problem is the second part. Your smell being addictive? Even ‘royal’?

Being addictive to monster girls could at least explain why the bubbly alraune next to your feet is so infatuated with your smell. Even the witches seemed to be affected by the addictive qualities, judging from their reactions and the over-sexed foot licking you received from one of them. They didn’t get addicted to it in the same way Vemaho did because they are older and stronger than her and their magic probably helped a bit as well. So while it doesn’t explain how it’s possible, the following events make sense if you accept it. The problem is the ‘royal’ part. How can your feet smell ‘royal’?

What does ‘royal’ even mean? Edmortia said it reminds her of her queens, so does it mean you smell like them? But that’s preposterous. You are a human, not even a monster girl, one who has been clean for her whole life. You take a deep breath and finally open your mouth. “My feet smell royal to you? What do you mean by that?”

Edmortia blows out a cloud of smoke and answers: “You humans probably don’t know this and couldn’t even tell the difference, but there is something special about our queens’ feet, aside from the wonderful strength and richness of their aromas. A special blessing from our goddess, if you want. Now, your feet are still pathetically weak compared to proper smelly monster girl feet, especially our queens’ who have been cultivating their stenches for decades. But I can still smell that special something within your feet, something that reminds me of what witches call ‘queens blessing’ or ‘royal’ smell. It might be something else entirely, possibly even stronger than theirs for all I know. Your smell is just too weak at this point to make some clear statements.”

Edmortia takes another drag of her pipe and fills the air with more smoke. You understand her better now, but your doubts have gotten even bigger. How would a human have feet like monster girl queens? You are about to reply with more questions when the spirit monster girl in the middle, Orellanna, starts speaking. “The blessing of our goddess manifests in ways we cannot comprehend. Do you believe the queens were given their stenches by birthright?”

Tamaria continues as the spirit girl’s whispering voice trails off: “The goddess hand-picked the queens and bestowed their fantastic smells onto them without them knowing or anticipating. Rumors say that some of them started as nobodies before developing their stench and becoming monster queens. It’s not entirely unheard of for humans to have strong, deep foot smells, too. It’s not something we can explain.”

She crosses her legs to show off her heavy black leather boots and the greenish miasma that arises from them. “And frankly, I don’t see why you should care about it this much. Your feet are so amazing they can impress experienced witches and downright enslave lesser monster girls. When we finally start to dominate the lands, you will have a place guaranteed for you. That is, if you decide to properly cultivate your smell into a strong stench.”

The two witches’ words calm you down some more. You still don’t know how or why your feet are so impressive to monster girls, but you can accept it more now. You do know of some humans that are smellier than you, so you guess it is just fate that you have this smell. It is still weak, too, like Tamaria said, and you can still keep your feet humanly clean. Tamarias words scare you a bit, but then you realize something else and exciting for you: Your feet could become one of your strongest weapons against the monster girl threat, that is if they are really as addictive to monster girls as the witches claim. After all, you only have met one other monster girl aside from them, even though they have no reason to lie to you.

It is Vemaho who calms you down fully with her words. “Come on, Mistress, stop being so gloomy! Having feet so good like yours is a blessing, you should be happy! You know what, once you let them develop their stench for a few weeks, you’ll have all kinds of monster girls worshipping you! Just imagine your harem of willing foot sluts offering you their tongues, feet and pussies to ravage, how great that would be! I’m getting excited for it. Mistress’ feet and her magnificent dick… That’ll be so good, I can’t wait!”

You are irritated again by her strange ideas of a harem of stinky monster girls, but Vemaho has brought up the same thought you had yourself: Your smell could give you the advantage you need to actually make something happen on your quest. Then, you stop. Magnificent dick? “Wait a moment. What do you mean by ‘magnificent dick’? You know I’m a woman.”

All the monster girls break out in laughter as they hear your question. Even Orellanna joins in, her laughter sounding like the tingling of small chimes, but Vemaho quickly stops and asks: “Wait, are you serious, Mistress? You are, right? I thought you knew what futa means when you agreed to come here for a futa potion.” As you shake your head, Edmortia chuckles once more, then replies: “What do you know. Came here for a potion and doesn’t know what it does. Well, show her, Tamaria.”

You look at her and wait for her to show you what the heck futa means, but before Tamaria can move, the over-sexualized voice of Caillinn sounds out from the door. “As much as I hate interrupting, lunch is ready. We should eat first and then show her.” You turn to see the witch bringing in a steaming pot and realize how hungry you are. Edmortia and the others move towards the table, and on her invitation, you join them at the table taking a seat next to Vemaho. Even Zaimela, the fifth witch, joins you smelling strongly of sock cheese and sex, but you are fairly used to stinky smells at this point.

After lunch, all of the witches take place in their armchairs again. Edmortia in the middle one lights another pipe and fills the air with foul smelling smoke. The herbs she uses smell of a combination of rotten cabbage and cinnamon, so the naked feet of monster girls seem almost enjoyable in comparison. Vemahos cheesy, vinegary feet, the foul decay of Orellannas banshee feet and the sweet smell of rotting fruit that Zaimelas feet give off all smell less disgusting. The other three monster girls still wear their boots and the windows stand wide open, so you can barely take the stench without gagging, even though the different aromas are all disgustingly strong.

“So”, you start after taking place in front of them again, “what about this potion now? What does futa mean and why is it so funny?”. You ask as Zaimela and Caillinn start laughing again. Edmortia coughs loudly to stop the two witches, then says: “Zaimela, instead of laughing, why don’t you go and get the large mirror in here.” As the horny minx leaves the room, Tamaria looks at Caillinn and says: “Together?” You wonder what these two are up to and watch as they stand up and face you. Then, upon counting from one to three, they snap their fingers and their clothes disappear. You stare in shock, then scream in horror and disbelief when you see the male genitalia between their legs.

“Wha- how? You have- aren’t you women? How is this possible?” You stutter and stare in shock at their semi-erect penises. Then you realize what you are staring at and cover your eyes with your hands. The witches and Vemaho laugh loudly at your reaction, especially the younger ones. Then Tamaria steps up to you and pulls your hands away and says: “No need to be so shy, you can watch all you want. After all, you’ll have one of your own soon.”

“What do you mean by that? How is this even possible?” You ask, still shaken, but slightly calmer. Tamaria leads you in front of the mirror Zaimela has brought into the room, then wipes the surface clean so you can clearly see your mirror image of a frightened human and a naked, green-skinned monster girl with a penis. Then she answers: “Futa or futanari refers to a female with male genitals, meaning a female figure with breasts and a sweet pussy, but also balls and a cock. The best of both worlds and very, very pleasurable, as you are able to both fuck and be fucked. Perfect for dominant minds, and I believe you will make good use of yours once you have it.”

“You want to give me a – a penis?” You ask in disbelief. “Is that even possible?” “Of course it is”, Edmortia answers. “And the best is that we can give you exactly the cock you want. We can even give you the option to hide it within your body if you want to. You will not change a bit, just add some extra part, a part you will enjoy very much.” You are still not convinced of this madness, but Edmortias last words calm you down a bit. The past days have been like a mad dream anyways and with the over-sexed foot licking Caillinn gave you earlier you have become a lot more open towards sexuality. During a few dark nights when you have masturbated, you have fantasized about how it would feel to fuck a woman, and this could be an opportunity for you to find out. Plus, if you can trust Edmortias words, you will even be able to hide it when needed, so the risk is very minimal.

Tamaria positions you so you stare directly into the mirror and tells you to remove your clothes. You strip down, the casual nudity of the monster girls making it less awkward for you, and watch your mirror image, an uncomfortable human girl surrounded by green-skinned monster girls. Then, she says: “All set. Don’t be afraid by what you see, we’ll show you an image and then brew the potion accordingly.” She then draws a sigil onto the mirror that makes ripples run through the mirror image. Your mirror image then smiles and playfully winks at you, then slips a finger into her honey pot and licks it with a naughty grin. She then stands still again, waiting for what might happen, not moving even as you touch the glass in disbelief.

“Now, onto the spell. Let me show you how it goes. Speak after me: ‘I wish I had a 15 centimeters long, average human cock and balls. That should start it off nicely.” You repeat after her and really, your mirror image grows a penis on her crotch region. “You can change your image by saying ‘I wish’. It will react to what you say. Now, follow your imagination. You can play around a bit, try out different looks and sizes. I’ll stay here and guide you.” She then turns towards the others and says: “How about we give her a little privacy.” Caillinn and especially Zaimela and Vemaho protest, but Edmortia shoos them out. Eventually, you and Tamaria stand alone in front of the mirror, witch and human, and wait for you to make wishes for your new penis.