Jim falls back from Tresta and lands on his slightly rounder butt.
"Who are you?! What do you!?" gasps Jim, as he takes stock of his outlandishly large round ears.
"I'm Tresta, a witch, and you will be my willing familiar...", she laughed, as she rubbed Jim's sensitive new nipples through his shirt.
"WHAT!?!" Jim cried, in voice which was a bit too high for his taste. "I don't think so!"
"Too late, you have already tasted the milk of change my pet..." purred Tresta.
Fri Nov 26 14:12:48 1999