Sam shakes her head in disbelief, “A witch? That doesn't make any sense. I can't do magic... all I did was make a wish out loud in the woods, and this little flying guy made it possible for me to, uh...” she shrugs and gestures down at her belly. A hand-shaped bulge momentarily protrudes from the swollen expanse of her flesh as Steve squirms within. “I mean, it's not like I'm throwing lightning bolts and riding on a broom.” She crosses her arms defiantly, pushing her breasts together enticingly. “As far as I know, the only magic trick I can manage is magically transforming teenage boys into steaming piles of crap.”
You hear a muffled scream from within her gut, and barely recognize the high-pitched shriek as Steve's voice, “It burns, it burns, it burns! Pleeeaaase! Let me out! I'm begging you! I don't want to die!”
Headmistress Jade considers Samantha's words for a moment, then nods in understanding, “Your powers were awakened by one of the little folk of the Faybrook Woods. Many of our kind draw strength from the fairies. In fact, Magic only comes from two places: the Realms of Fae, and the Queendom of Hell. Luckily for us, I had the foresight to build Faybrook Academy at the crossroads of Fae and Hell.”
“You had the foresight...? But... Faybrook Academy was built...”
“Two Hundred and Thirteen Years ago. Yes.”
Steve's begging suddenly increases in volume, ”AAARRRGGGH!!! IT BURNS! SAMANTHA PLEASE! You're killing me!!!” Headmistress Jade walks up to Sam and lays a hand on your friend's belly in a gesture that's almost affectionate. And then, she slowly increases the pressure of her touch, her hand pushing into the soft flesh of Sam's middle. As she begins to move her hand in small circular motions, Steve's sobbing gradually becomes much more subdued.
The Headmistress's eyes glitter coldly as she spares a disdainful glance at you, “You teenage boys are all the same. All it takes is a pretty woman's hand on your penis to shut you up. Now... what was I saying?”
Sam blurts out, “You were saying that you're over two hundred years old!”
“Ah, yes. Over four hundred, actually. With enough magical energy to draw upon and a steady supply of young men to eat, a talented witch can live forever.”
“Wow. But... if I'm a witch, why can't I do magic?”
“Oh, I'm quite sure you already have done magic. I take it Steve wasn't exactly eager to be eaten?”
“Well, no, but-”
“Which means he must have fought to escape. Did you not think it strange that you were able to physically overpower him?” Headmistress Jade punctuates this last remark with an especially vigorous rub of Sam's belly. Steve moans within, though it's hard to tell if it's for pain or pleasure.
“Oh.” Sam's eyes widen. “Oh. Wow.”
“Wow indeed. You were operating on pure instinct, but a spell is a spell, even if you have no idea you're casting it. Just think what you could do with a little training.” The Headmistress's eyes flash with pride for a moment as she gazes upon your friend.
Professor Greene grins in delight, her amber eyes shining with intensity, “The fairies chose you for a reason, Samantha. Not just because you spoke a wish out loud in the Faybrook Woods.” She saunters over, her full hips swaying seductively with every step. As Professor Greene approaches your friend, she reaches out and cups one of Sam's breasts, her dark skin standing out strikingly against your friend's. They lean toward each other until their lips press together, tongues entwining as the kiss deepens. Professor Greene gently squeezes Sam's breast, eliciting a soft moan from your friend. Sam's eyelids flutter as her teacher explores the contours of her chest, teasing her nipples until they harden. Professor Greene breaks off the kiss and whispers in an urgent voice, “The fairies chose to give you power because of what you are. Beautiful. Intelligent. Cruel. But most of all, they chose you because you have a hunger within you. A yawning pit of lust and need that would swallow the world if it could. Witches all carry that same hunger within them.” And then she turns to you, a wide smile spreading across her face, “Which brings me to my next question... what are we going to do with this tasty morsel?”
Your heart begins to hammer wildly in your chest as you look back and forth between these three women. Your cock aches with the need to see where this all leads, but your survival instinct is screaming at you to run. This is it... you're not going to get another chance to escape. You take a quick glance around, considering your options.
Now that Professor Greene and Headmistress Jade are standing next to Sam, you're just as close to the exit as they are. You could bolt straight for the door and hope to outrun them. Of course, you'd be leaving the paralyzed Rick for dead. Sure, Rick-the-Dick is a bully to his core, but you're not sure he deserves to be digested by the faculty.
Which brings you to your second option. If you're fast enough, you might have just enough time to throw Rick over your shoulder and leave the locker room. You're not exactly an athlete, so the odds don't seem good for this one, but it might be worth the risk to save Rick's life.
And then there's your final idea. Maybe, just maybe if you go on the offensive, you might buy yourself a little more time to escape. You size up your opponents: Sam is practically immobilized by the size of her gut, the Headmistress is occupied with massaging Steve's penis, and Professor Greene is distracted by Sam's breasts. If you were to shove them to the ground before they could grab you or cast any spells, your chances of survival might improve. Of course, you have no idea what a trained witch is capable of, but that may be a risk you have to take.
You don't have long! What do you do?!
