"So, why did you turn me into a futa? How did you turn me into a futa?" You ask your MILF as she continues stroking you.
"Oh, that would look weird to you... It's nothing bad, but it may take some time to understand, master. You see, I come from a family of magicians."
"What kind of magicians?" Mentally running every meaning of the word through your head, you couldn't think of one that applied to her.
"The secret kind. We have magic for just about every occasion, but we try not to make too much of a spectacle. You know how people tend to react to new things."
Nodding along, she continues.
"Typically, magic is passed along family lines, and they only have daughters, but there was a prophecy that a male would be born of our clan, and that man would grow into the most potent mage of all time."
You decide to reward the mother's work so far with a face full of your cream. As you respond, she takes a short break to indulge in it, licking around her lips, taking some in her fingers to eat, and even working some into her face and hair. There's plenty to go around after all.
"So, is my family magic? Because no one ever told me about this."
Finishing her meal, the witch replies, "That's the sad part. You were taken home by the wrong family from the hospital. We thought the girl the magic family took was theirs, but magic doesn't typically manifest until the 18th birthday, and by then you could've been anywhere..." The MILF resumes her service of you, waiting to respond to another question.
"So, I'm supposed to be the greatest magician of all time? What does that have to do with me being turned into a futa?"
Popping her lips off your swollen head, she instead spreads her legs, understanding the need for her mouth while still servicing you. "It was a-a side effect of t-the ritual...you can change back if you want...just think what you want...you're so powerful...you should be able to do ANYTHING!"
You contemplate exactly what you want as you finish dumping your giant, fertile load in her pussy, watching her stomach bulge and push seed out as it meets the floor. You never expected this, and 'anything' is a pretty vague descriptor.
