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There once was a witch who was considered not good enough. Her power was medium and so was her strength, charisma and charm. Despite that, she never lost face and simply traveled around, hoping her name wouldn’t be the same. In each town she stopped by, she was called the medium or middle just like in her hometown. She had nearly lost all hope, considering retiring until a guild member came to her to talk. He too went through the same thing but managed to change that by making a name for himself to erase the bad one. This hope he gave her cleared her gloominess and the two talked after the guild had closed. He had gone to her house as he didn’t want to risk having her go back to hers and get injured. The more they talked, the more they could feel each other yearning to be with the other. After enough time, the witch confessed to him. The guild member accepted the confession and got together with her. To celebrate, she promised him a surprise, one he’d enjoy to the fullest. Back at her house, she had him lay on the bed to wait. As she was about to undress, her specially prepared potion fell off her table and led her to feel its effects. This potion she had worked so hard on was to make her body bigger, seeing how he liked bigger women from what she heard. As he came to help her, he saw the drenched witch looking disappointed. She had grown taller to reach his eyesight, her thighs had followed as well but her breasts had gotten the best of it all, being the biggest they had ever seen. As the night wasn’t going as planned, she thought to simply scrap it all but he didn’t. He looked at her and hugged her, thanking her for this. After the emotional moment, they had their fun and, of course, the girl didn’t plan a way to turn back. As long as he didn’t mind, everything was fine, afterall.

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There once was a witch who was considered not good enough. Her power was medium and so was her strength, charisma and charm. Despite that, she never lost face and simply traveled around, hoping her name wouldn’t be the same. In each town she stopped by, she was called the medium or middle just like in her hometown. She had nearly lost all hope, considering retiring until a guild member came to her to talk. He too went through the same thing but managed to change that by making a name for himself to erase the bad one. This hope he gave her cleared her gloominess and the two talked after the guild had closed. He had gone to her house as he didn’t want to risk having her go back to hers and get injured. The more they talked, the more they could feel each other yearning to be with the other. After enough time, the witch confessed to him. The guild member accepted the confession and got together with her. To celebrate, she promised him a surprise, one he’d enjoy to the fullest. Back at her house, she had him lay on the bed to wait. As she was about to undress, her specially prepared potion fell off her table and led her to feel its effects. This potion she had worked so hard on was to make her body bigger, seeing how he liked bigger women from what she heard. As he came to help her, he saw the drenched witch looking disappointed. She had grown taller to reach his eyesight, her thighs had followed as well but her breasts had gotten the best of it all, being the biggest they had ever seen. As the night wasn’t going as planned, she thought to simply scrap it all but he didn’t. He looked at her and hugged her, thanking her for this. After the emotional moment, they had their fun and, of course, the girl didn’t plan a way to turn back. As long as he didn’t mind, everything was fine, afterall.