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Patreon Prompt 135
🕑 Added 2022-02-18 04:40:39 +0000 UTCPrompt: After a miscast spell, a young witch finds her head perched upon the body of a fat, gassy, middle aged man. Before she can speak the magic words to bring her back to normal, her mind begins to assimilate into her new form’s morning routine.
Melinda’s intentions were to use a simple body transference spell to latch onto the head teacher at her magic university to figure out the answers to the exam. While she had said the right words and used the correct materials, a slight gust of wind was all it took to send the spell careening away from its intended target. The dread that welled up inside of Melinda’s mind at the thought of who she would be swapping with turned out to be a gross underestimation as she found herself in the dingy apartment of the university’s janitor.
Though her face was fair and black hair was silky smooth, looking at the reflection before her showed off a body that could only be obtained through many years of binge drinking and bad hygiene. A dingy, white shirt did the bare minimum of keeping her body decent, providing little if any support for her sagging pecs. Her disgust grew as she looked further down to see the hairs lining the beer belly sticking out from beneath her shirt. The epitome of her revulsion took the form of the unsightly bulge that took up the majority of her pair of well-worn, stained underwear.
Clenching her callused hands to try and get a feel for them, Melinda attempted to recall the words needed to reverse the spell. As she began the necessary chant, a wayward belch interrupted her and formed a miasma of confusion in her head. Clutching her scalp, the thought of needing to undo her condition was overridden by a series of needs her newly acquired body demanded she take care of for her morning routine.
Lifting up the seat of her toilet, Melinda pulled her cock out from a hole in her underwear and began to masturbate. As she hurried her fingers, she let out a series of farts built up from the previous night’s leftovers. Bathing the room in her rancid flatulence, she let out a grunt of relief as she spilled her seed with half of it missing the toilet entirely. Shaking out the residual drops of cum, she took solace in the fact that the janitor was probably running his way through the halls at that very moment to take care of their problem and clean up after her mess.
