Witchly Intervention

Rob had been working at the Best American Bank for nearly six years, starting as a teller and working his way up. The position he really had his eye on, Lead Investment Banker, had just opened up and he had a good shot at it.

The problem was Sierra, a curvy, sexy brunette woman, who had no qualms about using her body to get ahead in life. She was a fairly recent hire, only working at the bank for around eight months. But she had worked her charms on the right people and, despite not having the right qualifications, was also in position for the Lead Investment Banker role.

She knew that Rob was looking at the job as well, and was plying her influence to turn people against him. In just a week since the job opening was posted, he already saw people starting to look at him differently, almost like they were disgusted by him. One of his trusted friends told him that Sierra was spreading rumors that he was stalking her and taking upskirt pictures of her in the bathroom. This friend even warned him not to go to HR, as Sierra was implying that he would do exactly that to cover his tracks.

His socially awkward nature made it easy for Sierra to convince people that he was a creep. He normally found it hard to carry on a conversation and tended to come off as standoffish and weird. But he was a good, genuine person who would give the shirt off his back to anyone who needed it, he just wasn’t terribly social.

Rob was quietly infuriated that this woman could swoop in, bat her eyes a few times, ruin his reputation and steal his job away from him. It was pretty clear that she was sleeping with or sucking off someone at the top, but she had the right people in her pocket. Rob had to be very careful just to keep from being fired.

Having dinner with his mother one night, Rob had maybe a bit too much to drink and broke down, explaining the whole thing to her. His mother, a remarkably youthful-looking woman named Robin, knew just how hard her son worked, and knew that he deserved better. She hated this woman Sierra for what she was doing to him.

Eventually Rob sobered up and went back home to sleep it off. Robin knew she needed to do something. Robin walked slowly and deliberately down into her basement, which was little more than a small storage room. Or so it seemed. Walking up to a blank wall, she muttered a word under her breath and the cinderblock wall pulled apart, block by block to reveal a hidden chamber.

The walls of the room were lined with shelves, small jars with questionable contents, strange old books and dried herbs covering them all. A runic circle was drawn on the floor, which looked more like a root-infested dirt clearing than a concrete basement floor. Robin crossed to a table on the far side, and pulled down an empty half-gallon jar off the shelf behind it. She placed the jar in the center of the table, closed her eyes and whispered a few words. 

A blue smoke seemed to gather in the jar like a miniature swirling thunderstorm. A few lightning-like flashes briefly lit up the interior before the smoke started to dissipate. When it fully cleared, an eight-inch tall woman in her pajamas stood in the jar, looking around in shock. It was none other than the same Sierra that was working against Robin’s son.

“I compel you to speak the truth,” Robin’s voice echoed around the room with an almost god-like quality. Mini-Sierra felt a shiver run over her, accompanied by a faint light that shone through her skin, finally exiting her body through the mouth and nose. “Do you work against my son?”

Sierra felt herself speaking even though she wasn’t purposely forming the words.

“Yes,” her expression was confused and terrified. “I want him fired so I can take his job…”

“How have you gotten to where you are now?” Robin asked, a hint of anger crossing her face.

“I fucked the branch manager and give regular blow jobs to the head of HR…” Sierra was growing ever more terrified at her forced admission of the truth.

“Since your only true skills are pleasures of the flesh, I sentence you to be nothing more than a toy for others’ sexual gratification… starting with me!” Robin’s voice reached a crescendo, the room around her swirling with that same blue smoke. The flashes of light reached a peak and streams of smoke broke off and rushed into Sierra’s jar, prompting her to hold her arms up in front of her, trying to block it from striking her. The smoke swirled in the jar for a moment before dissipating.

When it cleared, Sierra’s body had been transformed. Where was a woman, now stood a rubber dildo, about six inches long. The surface was a solid pink color, but the features of the former human could still be seen, still holding her arms up in her final pose. The smoke still swirled around the room.

“In your absence, Rob’s coworkers will see your ruse, and know your truth… that you became ashamed of who you were and ran off, leaving the right person to get the promotion,” as Robin finished her incantation, the smoke blasted outward as if an explosion forced it to dissipate, leaving the room looking like a normal storage room once more.

Sierra was fully conscious and aware, her mind trapped inside the sex toy. She could still see, hear, feel the air moving around her and smell the room. Robin loomed above her, a smile crossing her face. She reached down into the jar and scooped up the Sierra dildo. The transformed woman felt her giant fingers wrapping around her, sending a shiver but what used to be her spine.

“Time to put you to use,” Robin carried the woman as she walked out of the basement, swinging Sierra at her side casually in time with her steps. The wall to her secret room closed itself behind her, hiding her secret once again. Eventually, they arrived in Robin’s second floor bedroom.

The transformed woman found herself dropped onto the bed as the older woman stripped her clothes off one article at a time until she was naked, her smooth, youthful skin exposed to the world.

Robin crawled up onto the mattress, settling into a seated position against the headboard. She picked up Sierra and turned her so he could look into her eyes. Running her fingers gently all over her surface, Robin smiled down at the newly minted sex toy. Panic gripped her, helplessness and her diminutive size fueling the panic.

Just as these thoughts were running through her head, Robin started to lower her down toward her hips, toward the increasingly damp folds between her legs. Sierra tried to look out the top of her head as much as she could, so she could better anticipate when it would happen, but her eyes were locked in her rubber head and she couldn’t get a look.

Without warning, a cold, thick liquid dripped on top of Sierra’s head and started to run down her body, partially covering her face and coating her rubber flesh. The transformed woman’s eyes darted around, trying to find some evidence that this wasn’t what she thought it was. But she knew the truth, she knew full well that it was a personal lubricant!

Robin’s fingers gingerly wrapped themselves around Sierra and slowly, sensually, teasingly, spreading the thick liquid over her new sex toy’s body. Sierra repeated the phrase ‘this isn’t happening!’ over and over in her head as if that would save her from what was going to happen. But then the top of her head touched something hot and wet, and a shiver ran through her. She was feeling a giant vagina on her skull!

Robin would have loved to tease her more, but at this point, Robin’s engine was well and truly revved. Sierra was far from the first human-turned-sex toy in Robin’s collection, but was probably the most personal. The ability to both put away a manipulative bitch, but also help her son in the process, meant a lot to Robin.

So without hesitation, the witch slowly but steadily drove her new toy deep into her, moaning at the feeling of the textured surface forcing her open. Sierra was buried in darkness, the hot, wet flesh of Robin's vagina slowly swallowing her up and squeezing her on all sides. She panicked and experienced the non-breathing equivalent of hyperventilating. The transformed woman wanted out, needed out, but without the ability to move on her own, she was left to endure.

“That’s right you fucking slut,” Robin teased through her moans. “Do the only thing that you’re worthy of…”

The witch drew her in and out of her slit, savoring every movement and the effect on her arousal. Sierra had a hard time keeping up with everything that was happening. Without the ability to see, she only had the shifting, pulsing flesh around her to clue her into how she was being moved.

Robin started slow, but sped up as she became more and more aroused. Knowing what the transformed woman must have been feeling stoked her fires all that much more. The irony of the situation helped as well, that she was using a sexual predator to bring her sexual satisfaction. It was delicious and it was turning her on.

Sierra felt the effects, the heat of her prison and the speed at which her whole body was fucking the older women both increased steadily. It wasn’t long before Robin was sweating and panting like an animal in heat, her arm getting sore trying to keep up with the pace that she was fucking Sierra. The dildo-girl’s mind spinning with the furious movement.

A few moments later, Robin’s moans became a scream as a powerful orgasm ripped through her, her thighs reflexively closing themselves in waves. Sierra found herself pressed even deeper, to a point where she thought she might be swallowed completely as Robin’s pussy contracted around her in frantic waves. The heat rose to near unbearable levels and Sierra could have sworn she felt the rush of liquid around her.

As her climax faded, Robin fell back to the bed, having shifted away from the headboard in her pleasure throes. Her hands fell away from her toy, which she left lodged in her. Sierra felt a few twitches in Robin’s vagina, the aftershocks of the climax. Each one of them pushed her slowly toward freedom, though they stopped when she was about halfway buried still.

Robin lay back, breathing heavily, relaxing in the pleasant afterglow. Finally she reached down and slipped Sierra free of herself, sitting up in the process. The dim light of the room came into focus around Sierra as she was turned to face the older woman.

“Well that was fun,” Robin sighed. “Was it good for you too?”

The witch laughed quietly at her joke before setting Sierra down on the night stand. From her upright position, the transformed woman watched the naked, glistening Robin stand up from the bed and saunter slowly across the room to the bathroom.

Left alone while Robin showered, Sierra had nothing to do but feel the older woman’s arousal drip down her body and hope that this was a one-and-done lesson, and that she would soon be restored to her human form.

About an hour later, Robin finally came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She walked over to the bed and sat down near Sierra before meeting her inanimate gaze.

“Normally I keep the people I’ve transformed into sex toys,” Robin started.

Those words sent Sierra on an emotional roadtrip. A series of rapid-fire questions ran through her mind. She’s done this before? Enough times to have a ‘normal’ circumstance? And what does she mean by ‘normally she keeps them?’ Does that mean that she would let Sierra go?

“But this time, I have a better fate for you,” Robin continued unabated. “I bet with such a stressful work environment lately, Rob would love a way to… blow off some steam!”

Sierra’s mind raced trying to interpret what she meant.

“So I think I’ll give you to him instead of keeping you! Though he doesn't have need of a dildo, so tomorrow morning I’ll find a better form for you!”

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The day after dinner with Robin, Rob’s work life turned around. Arriving at the bank the next day, he found out that Sierra was gone, leaving enough evidence of her misdeeds to absolve him of any suspicion. HR pulled him into a meeting to officially apologize for any unpleasantness caused by Sierra’s meddling. The branch manager and head of HR were both fired for getting involved with a coworker and for their part in Sierra’s manipulations

They also told Rob that he would be getting the promotion he desired and could transition into the new role starting immediately. A bank-wide email went out explaining the whole situation and announcing the departure of the manager and HR lead, as well as Rob’s promotion.

All of this was due to Robin’s spell. It not only transformed the woman into a dildo, but altered the world to explain her disappearance. Though the only two people who were aware of this change was Robin, of course, and Sierra herself. Not even Rob knew of his mother’s magic nor of her intervention to help him.

When the weekend rolled around, Robin visited her son at his home, bearing a gift for him. She explained that she felt bad about what Sierra had put him through and gifted him with a blowup sex doll. For some people that would be an odd gift for a son to get from his mother, but Robin had always been very sex-positive and open about her sexuality with Rob. So any minor awkwardness passed quickly and Rob thanked his mother for the thoughtful gift.

When she left, Rob inflated the doll to take a look, shocked at just how closely it resembled Sierra. He asked himself if Robin picked out this particular toy because of that or if it was just a coincidence, figuring the latter was more likely. Rob smiled, thinking about roughly using and abusing the doll as a stand-in for the woman who very nearly ruined his life.

What he didn’t know was that the toy was in fact Sierra herself, transformed again by Robin’s magic into nothing but thin plastic to be fucked in every hole over and over.  All Sierra could do was watch the world through her flattened plastic eyes and hope against hope that Rob would figure out what happened and take pity on her. Though she knew that was not very likely to happen…