The next morning.

Groggily, Miss Patriot started to wake up, her body still tired from the night before. Remembering what the witch had done to her, she looked down, hoping it was all a dream but alas, she saw her new appendage stiffening along with the witch's arm holding gently onto her bosom.

Miss Patriot laid there with conflicting emotions running through both her brain and her body, half of her was livid, angry at having a fully functioning cock and balls attached to her, angry at herself for not resisting the tentacle beasts **** on her pussy and angry at the fact she was 99% likely to be pregnant. The other half of her felt sorry for this individual, shunned by society for being different, sorry as well for how lonely she must be.

As these conflicting thoughts went through Miss Patriot's head, she was surprised by the witch softly and lazily thrusting her cock in and out of Miss Patriot's already sopping wet twat.

"Unnhhhh!"

"Mmmm, good morning. How's my breeding factory today?"

"C-Confused.....UH!"

The witch smiled as she continued her slow, steady pace, her rhythmic thrusting not helping the young heroines confusion.

"What troubles you?"

"UGH! I s-should hate you for doing this to me, but, I cannot deny that y-you've made me cum harder and more often than anyone else."

"And?"

"I-I feel sorry for you, having people shun you for being different....OH FUCK!"

"It c-can be lonely..." Moaned the witch as she felt Miss Patriot's tight pussy clamp down on her.

"Would it help if I visited you every w-week?"

"I-I'd like that.......OH SHIT....I'M CUMMING!"

Miss Patriot whimpered as she felt another batch of the witch's cum flood her defenseless cervix.