Witch’s Journal – Intro

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Hi, so, my name’s Erin and, well, I’m a witch. If you’re reading this, that means that you found my journals. I hope that means that I just lost them, or maybe I ended up becoming some wealthy old crone and you purchased them at my estate sale…

…a girl can dream. Anyway, so, about me. I probably look like what you might imagine a young woman might look like if she told you she was a witch. I’m just barely five feet tall, skinny, small chest, long blonde hair that is usually in a braid. But that’s not what you want to read about.

What you want to read about are my adventures. Yeah, I use that word because it makes me sound… well, adventurous. It’s really just my roommate, Becka, and me in a crappy apartment. She doesn’t know I’m a witch, but she does wonder why I don’t eat much… I’ll get to that in a minute… but otherwise, we’ve been friends since college.

I work at the local library and she, well, she’s kind of a big deal, in radio. She works for the local radio station so she keeps some strange hours. So, neither one of us are rich. Yet.

I get it, what you really want to know about is what I can do. Well, I can magically braid my hair. Neat huh? Yeah, I know… it was one of the first things I learned how to do. The second is what you’re reading now. I can think about what I want in my journal and the writing magically appears. The third one, the one you really want to read about, is that I can change my size.

Remember how I said my roommate wondered why I didn’t eat much. Well, my secret is that I generally make something small to eat, then make myself smaller. After I’m done and the spell wears off, I return to my normal size and I’m still full. Saves on groceries for real. I don’t do that all the time, but most days.

So I can’t instantly make myself smaller, it takes a bit of work and intention, but it’s pretty rapid. I mean when I started it would take me a few minutes. Now I can do it in ten seconds. The downside is that I have to establish how long it lasts before I do it. Part of that whole intention travesti istanbul thing. Usually it’s only for like ten minutes or so, long enough for me to eat and then get back.

The longest time I’ve done it is eight hours. That was fun. I spent the whole time on my bed with my stuffed animals. I was kind of hoping that my roommate would find me. Yeah… there’s that to. She’s my friend, but I’ve crushed on her since we met.

I’ve also, well, let’s just say that while I would normally use my powers for good, I’ve also skirted the line on privacy. I may have shrunk myself and snuck in while she’s been having some of her ‘alone’ time. I found a neat hiding spot between her clock and lamp that gives me a good view.

It’s only happened a few times, but when I get the timing right, oh wow is it amazing. I often recline there against her book, touching myself while she’s touching herself, watching her giant body writhe and grope, her huge hands frantically rubbing that enormous, curvy body. Mmmm yeah… oh… I should probably stop thinking about that right now since it’s probably all going in my journal.

So, I’ve never seen her have actual sex though. I’ve heard it plenty of times. She’s had several guys over and most are, well, mediocre. There’s one that’s been coming over pretty regularly the past few weeks. Jeremy. He really makes her vocal and so… what I’m writing about is that tonight, I cast my spell to last for ten hours so I’m only four inches tall, just in case, and I’m currently in my hiding spot waiting for him to arrive.

It’s hard to control myself since she’s lying in her bed, naked, waiting for him to arrive, and she must be eager since she’s touching herself… oh… goddess… she’s so hot and her cute little moans… mmmm….

Focus… OK… gotta stay calm… but she makes this cute little squeak at the end when she cums… Gods I’m sooooo wet and achy… You know what… I can indulge a bit… Mmmm there we go… Oftentimes when I’m touching myself, I’m imagining myself riding atop her mountainous istanbul travestileri breast. They have these thick, long nipples that I’d love to just mount and ride. I don’t think I could fit it inside me… but I wouldn’t need to…

Mmmm bouncing on that giant tit, watching her touch herself, seeing her orgasm face and hearing that squeak… oh… it’s… mmm… I’m… she’s cumming… I’m… I’m gonna too… oh fuck… YESSSSSSSS!!!

Wow… OK… so… mmmm that was a good one, but it was hard to stay quiet. If I get too loud, she’ll definitely hear… though… maybe not since she was pretty loud herself.

Ope, there’s the door, that means Jeremy’s here. She told me this morning that she wanted to give him a key, and of course I approved, I mean, a girl has needs.

So, I’ve only met him the one time, but he seems nice enough. Good looking but not overly so. Fit, not cocky… well, not overconfident, we’ll see about the whole cocky thing… Hah, see what I did there?

Oh… they’re not wasting time at all… I never knew she was such a thirsty girl… oh…OH… oh wow… he’s massive… and that’s not just because I’m four inches tall. He’s HUGE… definitely cocky…

I’m feeling pretty tiny right now, watching these two beautiful people shove themselves together in a frantic tumultuous attempt at touching as much of each other as possible. She’s going right for his cock… and I can’t say that I blame her. It’s well over twice my size, or at least it looks that way. Wow, I’d love to climb that, but she’s doing a pretty decent job at getting most of it in her mouth.

Mmmm… I’m struck by an image, watching her sucking that monster cock, of me, trying my best to straddle it at the base while she’s sucking him off, her giant eyes watching me get off as she’s getting him off, her free hand between her own legs… fuck that’s hot. Mmm… I am definitely gonna leave a wet spot on her table here. I am absolutely dripping, but I love how my lips feel after I’ve cum, all slick and puffy and sensitive. My clit, istanbul travesti still so swollen and needy but I can’t rub it right now… I want to watch what’s happening here.

He moans so deliciously. Her voice is so cute and muffled and she can’t get it all in. She’s trying so hard. Oh… she’s… mmmm she’s kneeling on the bed and she’s showing her whole ass to me, her cute shaved pussy is so wet and her cute pink fingernails visible as she rubs her own clit. This is so hot. I’m so glad I took the chance to watch this.

He’s pushing her down on the bed now and their heads are so close to me now. Her face is a mask of pleasure as he fingers her, testing her wetness before burying that gigantic cock inside her. This is so fucking hot. I don’t know how much more I can take.

She’s so loud, both of them are. OK, I gotta touch myself now. She’s cum like twice already and it’s only been in for a few moments. I mean, the dude is just holding his cock in her, buried deep and all she’s doing is writhing and cumming. Mmm Becka… you’re so cute and hot and watching you cum makes me cum.

Oh fuck.. Cumming again… my fingers can’t move fast enough. Their moans, their sounds, their scent, all of it is too much… YESSSSSS!!!

Oh… oh shit… I think.. I think he saw me. He looked right at me as I came, tiny legs spread for him to see, but he didn’t do anything so maybe he didn’t. Still, just to be safe I’m hiding behind her clock. I mean, I’m still watching because this is too hot not to, but I don’t think this would be a good way to introduce to Becka that I’m a witch.

Wow… he’s gonna cum… he’s huge… he pulls out and explodes all over her giant tits. Fuck that’s hot. I’m gonna have so much masturbation material after tonight. Mmmm what if I were between her tits when he exploded… all over me, them… oh fuck… I think I can sneak in one more… I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet before… oh Gods… oh fuck… my clit is so sensitive AHHHHHH….

She’s getting up and heading to the bathroom. Good girl… always pee after sex and shower if you can… He’s lying down on the bed and his head is like a foot away from me. I gotta stay low and quiet.

Oh… Oh shit. He’s looking right at me. I’m terrified and my legs won’t move… he’s reaching for me…

Help?

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