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Attractive demise - Page 29 - Ashley first - By Wierdost - Overview
Finding yourself trapped and near cornered by the witch you can only sit and watch as she turns her attention to the exhausted Ashley who can barely keep herself standing. The red head smiles, a sinister grin that shows a deep desire and hunger as she anticipates the consumption of Ashley's body. Then, the witches body shakes and ripples, convulsing with the beginnings of a transformation. First her body bubbles all over, her breasts and ass grow, stretching the leather and tearing it, bursting out the leather confides in massive proportions, her massive breasts and ass clouding your thoughts as you stand there stunned. Then her neck bulges too, and her belly causing her to rip out of her leather clothes and be expelled naked in front of Ashley in her rapidly growing frame, proceeding as her feet too grow. The final stage comes as her skin shifts green, slimy dark green, causing her face to expand with black goggles for eyes and thickening lips until finally her body morphs into that of a giant frog, easily as big as a car scraping against the ceiling and nearby walls as well as bursting through the door frame. Ashley stares at the towering beast, afraid and weak, as it smacks and licks its lips presenting the witches personality to the colossal monster.
"Nooooooo!" screams the weak and helpless Ashley as the beast parts its lips and launches its tongue.
Ashley barely makes a step to get away when the tongue catches, sticking to her thin frame as its wraps around tight and swift before in only a moments blur all that left of Ashley for the outside world is her curvy hips and smooth legs protruding from the wet, slimy mouth of the gigantic frog. A quick slurps sounds and pulls Ashley in, ensuring her fate as a meal for the witch as her body shifts down its throat as a slight bulge before resting in its pale bloated belly, her struggles weak and desperate only appear as tiny ripples on her green skin. But now, the witch smacks her lips in appreciation of her fine meal and she returns from her pleasurable capture to you, her black orbs of eyes fixated on you with a deadly lust, as the beast prepares to have you next.
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