Witchy-Toony Delights: A Story About You

    The sun is bright, blazing down on our world below.  Temperatures are breaking over one hundred degrees Fahrenheit all over and there’s not a single cloud in the sky.  The weather is unbearable and most people are staying inside where it’s safe and cool.

    Not you though.  You can’t do that at all.  The air conditioner broke and the place you live at is like an oven.  The landlord made a promise to you that he’ll fix the unit later in the day, but you can’t wait for him there.  You feel like you’ll be cooked alive long before he shows.

    So you go for a drive.  Somewhere nice; somewhere cool.  The landlord has your number and he can call you when he’s heading over to the fix things anyways.  In the meantime, you can just hold up somewhere until the call comes.

    However, where to go?  Seeing a movie might be good, you might think to yourself.  A lot of good films are playing currently after all.  However, you decide not to.  The landlord might call during the film and you don’t want that.

    Hang out at the mall for a bit?  A good idea potentially one would think, but unfortunately, there was that fire recently.  The place is all locked up until repairs are done next month.  Any of the other stores around the area also tend not to like people loitering or hanging around unless they buy something, so those are out.

    So you drive for a while, looking for some place to go and something to do.  When you head onto the main drive, you spot something you haven’t seen before.  On the stretch of road where the majority of the town’s restaurants reside, a new building stood amongst them.  A new fast food joint from the looks of it.

    A big sign rose above the one-story building, showing the image of two people: a cartoonish looking dog girl and a green, chibi-like witch.  The two of them “held” onto a sign that reads: Witchy-Toony Delights.  The building besides the sign is colored bright green with red doors on it.  On the windows, see-through pictures of ice cream cones and such are visible.

    Ice cream, you think, that sounds good right about now.  With this intense heat, something cold and refreshing would be perfect.  This looks like an oasis in an endless desert to you right about now.

    So without much thought, you drive into the nearly empty parking lot and park.  You step out into the inferno, sweat instantly forming on your brow.  You pant a bit, taken aback by the intense heat, and you run for the door, hoping to not evaporate before you reach your ice cream salvation.

    Diving through it, you are instantly hit by a pleasant, but very cold blast of cool air.  The air conditioning is running rampant in the place, the sound of it blaring over some rather pleasant music playing through the speakers.  You wipe some of the sweat away and approach the counter of the place.

    There, you are taken aback by two very peculiar and “unique” looking individuals.  Both appear to be young women in their mid-twenties with voluptuous bodies.  They are each wearing uniforms, but one of them has a more traditional looking ice cream vendor outfit.  The other wears a low-cut, dark-green, spaghetti-strapped top not unlike a Hooters waitress.

    What makes them so unique looking though isn’t what they’re wearing or their ridiculously curvy forms, but their actual appearance.  One is a stereotypical green witch, with a long pointed nose and chin.  The other appears to be an anthro dog girl, but not like the ones you’ve seen before.  This one has very cartoonish body proportions, bright red fur that shimmers in the light, and an aura that just extrudes happiness from every pore.

    As you approach them, though a bit nervous and hesitant, you can clearly hear them speak.  “Oh come on Traci!” the dog girl spoke, “I wanna man the counter on our first day!”

    “Sorry Cassie!” the witch says, wagging a finger at her, “Since it’s our first day in business, we need to make sure that we make a good first impression on our customers.  Someone very professional and mature like me can certainly make that happen!”

    “Awwwww…” Cassie pouts, folding her arms like a stubborn child, “But I totes can be profressional...”

    It’s at this point that the witch turns her head slightly in your direction.  She sees you, gazing into your eyes with her bright yellow eyes.  You freeze in place, not sure how to react or how to respond to the witch.  Only after a moment of looking at you, as if waiting for you to make another move, she smiles.

    “Hello,” she says, “Welcome to Witchy-Toony Delights.  I am Traci, one of the owners and founders of this fine establishment…”

    The red dog girl budges in and interjects, “And I’m Cassie the Red Toon Dog!  I work here!  My bestie Emmi the Motivational Toon Wolf is one of the founders and owners!”

    You’re quiet as you stare at the two women.  You’re still unsure how to proceed or even how to react.  You never met a witch or a toon before.  Witches were known to cause a lot of problems and trouble, even if they were trying to be help to others.  Toons were similar with causing problems, but they were usually overly jovial and upbeat when doing so.

    Traci stares back at you suspiciously, almost as if she’s staring straight into your soul.  “So…” she spoke as you continue to be awkwardly silent, “What would you like to order?”

    Cassie leapt forward, leaning over the counter and pressing her enormous breasts onto its surface.  She’s now up in your face, sporting a huge grin.  “If you want a recommendation,” she giggles, “I say give one of the fruity flavors a try!  My buddy and me made them ourselves!”

    You finally utter a single word, “Made?”

    “That’s right!” Traci declares, looking incredibly proud of herself, “We at Witchy-Toony Delights pride ourselves on having made all of the ice cream, snow cones, and popsicles ourselves!  Everything here is all one hundred percent natural, not made in a factory at all!”

    “Well some of it is,” Cassie adds, “For the super special flavors, we needed the help of science to do make them real!”

    “And magic too,” Traci coughs in annoyance.

    You look at the two women and then up at the menus plastered above.  Whether or not it was made through science or magic, you know one thing: you need some ice cream.  If you are going to beat this heat and hang out somewhere cool for a bit, this probably be the place to do it.

    After looking at the menu and seeing all of the unique and punny names, you look back at the two workers, both of whom are eagerly awaiting your decision.  You clear your throat and ask, “I’m not sure what to pick… what you recommend exactly?”

    Traci and Cassie looked from you to each other, as if looking for an answer from the other.  After a moment, they nod their heads and head into the kitchen.  They quickly return, now each holding a popsicle.  Traci holds a bright green, regular looking popsicle, while Cassie waves a bright pink, white, and blue roundish-looking one at you.

    “We recommend a simple, but fun popsicle!” Traci says with a smile, “Just to get you started and all!”

    “They’re only a dollar fifty!” Cassie giggles, wagging her popsicle temptingly.

    You look at the both of them.  The striped popsicle is appealing and colorful looking, but the simple green one just feels right to you at the moment.  You reach out for it, pulling out some money with your other hand.  Traci gives you a pleasant smile and hands over the treat as you pay her. Cassie’s ears lower as she watches.  There’s a tint of disappointment in her eyes as she leaves to put her treat away.

    You gave Traci a polite nod and walk away yourself, going over to one of the many available booths in the room.  You let out an exhausted sigh and sit down, feeling Traci’s gaze on the back of your neck.  You try to put the feeling out of your mind and proceed to lick your newly acquired popsicle.

    This…, you think, is really good!  You can’t exactly describe the whole flavor, outside of it vaguely tasting like lime, but it doesn’t really matter.  It’s good and that’s what counts to you the most.  So you lick it some more.

    And more.  And more.  And soon, it’s all gone.  You’re surprise by how quickly the treat went, feeling slightly sad that you didn’t take the time to savor it.  You shrug though and figure you can just get another one.  Why not have some more after all?

    Without thinking, you wipe your mouth with your arm absentmindedly.  You immediately glance down and see the green remains of the frozen treat on your dry skin.  With another sigh, you grab one of the napkins from the dispenser at your booth and start wiping away at the spot.

    You wipe and wipe.  You want that crap gone.  You don’t want to look like a slob after all.  But the more you wipe, the more problem seems to worsen.  While the stickiness of the popsicle has gone, the green coloring seems to have spread over your arm more.  Any attempts at wiping it away only seems to make the situation worse.

    Then it hits you.  What you thought was just melted green popsicle on your skin isn’t the case at all.  It is, in fact, your skin.  Your skin has been turning bright green.

    You want to panic and yell for help, but something within stops you.  You stay calm and your eyes remain focusing directly on green spot.  The new skin tone looks partially bumpy, but mostly smooth and any trace of arm hair is now gone.

    After looking at it for a bit, you see the rest of your skin pigment change.  From your natural, normal color, everything soon turns green and spreads out all over your arm.  The change in color eventually reaches your hand, where the same thing happens.  However, as a bonus, your nails grow longer and turn black as night, as if painted over by the darkest nail polish ever created.

    The discoloration spreads up your arm and to your shoulders.  Both of them shrink and thin, your shirt feeling rather loose on your body.  The skin change eventually reaches your other arm and like before, you can do nothing but watch as it soon matches your other limb.

    Underneath your shirt, you feel your body twist and turn, morphing itself into a new slim shape.  Your figure becomes daintier and far thinner than before, your waistline really caving in to give it an hourglass shape.  Your chest bubbles and inflates as well, pushing and rubbing against the front of your t-shirt.  However, it soon tents it hard, the fabric wrapping around your vast, ballooned up mounds.

    Your breathing turns deeper and your body feels warmer as the transition reaches your lower region.  Your hips widen and stretch your shorts to their limits, popping open the top button on them.  Thigh muscle and fat builds tremendously as you begin to unconsciously rub your thighs together excitedly.

    That’s when the change hits your crotch region and your face goes red.  Everything feels so strange and your mind goes hazy.  It’s hard to think straight and you cannot focus on anything that is happening to you.  All you know is that there is this an intense, rather pleasant feeling in your body that has frozen you in your seat for what feels like an entirety.

    But then all of a sudden, just as the world seems to almost fade completely away, your mind comes back to you.  Your breathing slows and your body temperature drops.  The feeling now passes away from your loins and on to your legs, turning just as green as your arms.

    The transformation reaches your neck finally and you begin to cough.  The sounds coming out sound far lighter and more sensual than before as your neck turned green.  Your hair reacts as well, growing long and wild.  Jet black hair cascades down your neck into a thick mess, reaching the middle of your back before stopping.

    Your coughing fit ends and unseen by you, your lips have grown slightly plumper and dark green.  A mole/beauty mark grows to right of your mouth and your cheekbones become more predominate on your face.  You can’t see any of it, but you can feel the changes all over your face, tissue and muscle shifting underneath your skin.

    Your vision blurs suddenly and you close your eyes.  They feel irritated and odd, so you rub them with your green knuckles.  Busy with that, your nose and chin turn pointed and sharp.  They extend a few centimeters outwards, becoming far more distinguishable on your face.

    After a few moments, you pull your hands away from your eyes and sigh.  You feel much better now, far more relieved than before.  In fact, your vision seems much better and you can see things far away from you.  However, your new eyesight isn’t needed to see the smiling witch sitting in the booth with you.

    You nearly jolt out of your seat in shock, Traci now sitting across the table.  She has a happy smile on her face, looking at you with great approval and joy in her eyes.  “So,” she asks cheerfully, “Are you feeling?”

    “I… I feel…” you utter, “I feel different.”  The voice coming out of your mouth is far different than your own.  Far more mature, sexual, and mischievous in its tone.  Not too far off from Traci’s own in a way.

    “Well that’s only fair,” Traci explains to you, “You have changed quite a bit.  Here, have a look for yourself.”  She snaps her fingers and out of the blue, you are now holding a green hand mirror.  You look into it and you see another witch staring back.  You see… your new self.

    You have a distinct, stereotypical witch’s face with the long nose, pointed chin, and moles.  However, there’s a big difference and that is the fact that you are far more youthful, vibrant, and full of life than the old crones you’ve seen before on TV.  Lovely black hair falls in front of one of your striking yellow eyes and your lips look utterly kissable.

    Seeing yourself for the first time, you know you should have felt panic and horror.  This isn’t normal and it certainly had to be unnatural or illegal to be transformed against your will.  But seeing yourself there, in all of your witchy glory… you feel amazing.  You look amazing and quite… beautiful.

    A smile crosses your face and with your free hand, you snap your fingers like Traci.  The mirror disappears as if you already instinctively know the magic trick.  Your witchy friend’s smile grows bigger and she delightfully asks again, “How are you feeling now?”

    "I feel better after seeing myself,” you reply, a grin crossing your face.

    “Good to know!” Traci declares cheerfully, “Welcome to witch-hood my fellow sister.  Allow me to present you with your new name.”

    “New name?” you ask curiously.

    “Of course!” Traci says, “You’re a witch now.  You should have a name that fits you after all.”  You nod in agreement.  She’s right.  You are a witch and you should have a name that actually suits you now.  You want to fit in with your fellow witches after all.

    “Your name is… Camilla,” Traci declares.  You smile.  Camilla.  It is a rather pretty and beautiful name, just like yourself.

    “So Camilla,” Traci asked, “Our business just opened up and we are looking to hire some people.  Would you care to join your fellow witch sisters…”

    “And toons!” Cassie called out from behind the counter.

    “…and toons by working here with us?”

    Your eyes widen and your heart leaps.  To work with your new sisters and family?  Everything is happening so fast and so quickly, but… yes!  This is exactly what you want now!  “Of course!” you happily declare, “I would love to work here!  I just need to quit my other job and I’ll be ready to work!”

    “Wonderful!” Traci states.  She gets up to leave, but quickly spins around.  She adds, “Before I go, let me give you a nice outfit change to fit the new you.”

    She snaps her fingers again and you suddenly feel a light breeze on your skin.  Looking down, you discover that your apparel is different.  You are now wearing black sandals, a green pendent, and a lovely strapless dress with a low neckline.  Your breasts are pushed far up, displaying your elegant cleavage in your dress for all to see.

    You feel a sense of new pride in your looks, loving how form fitting your dress is.  You imagine many guys and some girls gazing at you with lustful stares, wanting to be with you or just be around your presence.  Why wouldn’t they be?  You are amazing after all.

    There is a buzz in your new dress’s pocket and curiously, you reach into it.  You find your phone, still the same as before thankfully.  Checking it, you discover a text message not from the landlord, but from his younger son.  The son that is around your new, young age.

    The text reads that he’ll be coming over to fix your air conditioner soon, since his father is too busy with other tenants.  He’s such a sweetie, you think happily, and rather cute looking.

    You chuckle to yourself.  You never thought of the young man like that before, but the more you think about him, the more attractive and appealing he seems to you.  You smile and push your breasts up a bit more in your dress.  You bet he’ll certainly like the new you.

    Today started off so frustratingly with the intense heat, but now?  After everything that happened, you are ready for anything and everything.  With magic at your side and a new body, you were set to enjoy the rest of your life… starting with that cute boy coming over to your place soon.  You better hurry.  You don’t want to keep him waiting after all.