Witch Kisses (Dickgirl tfs, heavy weirdness, some humiliation)

*Female to shemale transformations with punishment and revenge theme

*Dicknipples

*Urethra Fucking

*Urethra Transforming into a Pseudo Cunt

*Asshole Transforming into a Pseudo Cunt

Witch Kisses

Lydia ran through the brambles heedless of the stitching she would have to do later that evening. Her face streaked with tears and her messy black hair caked with mud and filth. Her blind run through the woods was soon interrupted when her foot was caught by a tree root and sent her tumbling into a shallow creek. Where she lay shaking for several minutes before picking herself up and sobbing quietly. Cupping her hands to use the clear water to clean her hair. She couldn’t believe they had done that…

“Why do they do these things? What sins have I committed to make them torment me so?”

She gazed into her dark green eyes reflected in the water. Trying to rub away the signs of her recent torment. But even as the red faded, she could still see the misery in her expression. She had finally found the confidence to actually approach Gregory! Only for those… women to upend a bucket of mud from the pig sty over her head while she walked around the barn looking for him.

And why did they continue to seek her out…

“Because I’m Lydia Nash… the little orphan girl who lives in the woods. The poor little pagan’s bastard daughter,” she said before striking her reflection. Splashing the water against the sides of the creek.

An owl’s cry startled her, and Lydia looked even more downcast for a moment. It was getting a late and she’d left Blackridge without getting some fresh bread from the baker. Given her rather modest, if not quite a pauper’s diet she could already feel another cold and hungry evening in her tiny cottage, fighting off the evening’s chill with naught but a single sheep skin blanket.

Just another day in miserable life of the only daughter of the now dead village herbalist.

Lydia soon made her way out of the woods, there at least in her element. To look upon the rustic visage of her family home. The coming chill winds only serving to further give proof as to how cold the coming night would be. She’d need to get some wood for the fire if she wanted any decent, if hungry, sleep at all. Lifting an armful of sticks and split wood, she began to turn away so she could start her fire when the muddy ground gave way, and she fell forwards into the stone wall of her home. Only for the wall to break apart under her collision.

“Great… now my house is falling to pieces. What new bedevilment will come next?!” Spitting some dirt from her mouth, Lydia looked into the hole she’d just made. Fearing she would see her bed or cupboard… only to be confronted with a moldy bundled thing tied with twine. Apparently secreted behind the wood pile… or where it would have been behind it if Lydia had more than half a cord of wood at the moment. She pulled it out and put it with her firewood as she made her way in. Placing the odd parcel on her table while she pulled a bit of flint and steel and got started on heating her small domicile for the night.

Once a small flame had begun to eat her tinder and slowly fill her hearth with warmth she returned to her most recent discovery. Pulling out a knife to cut the string and unwrapping a truly aged book protected from the years of mold growth caused by its damp resting place by the layers of now rotted through cloth that had enclosed it. A book whose author was well known to Lydia even if she had never met the woman herself.

“T-this is… this was Lucinda’s book of herbal remedies!”

The book had belonged to her great grandmother! Lucinda, who had settled in Blackridge nearly a century ago. Faded pages showed water stains and smelled of dust… but there were other curious odors and smudges whose origin’s Lydia couldn’t hope to place. Not only that, but the book had the most dreadful pictures of fornicating men and women. Trapped in eternal moments of carnal release within the detailed ink sketches… legs splayed to show hungering cunts and proud rods of male strength. Huge womanly busts upon ladies proportioned for such chests, and similar sizes on a petite figure looking comically obscene with such huge pendulous breasts. And even… in some cases both! Careful sketches of women who were not

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