Your decisions shape the fate of a hidden world. At St. Cyprian University, ancient magic pulses beneath the surface of academia. You're Alex Jeffries—19, brilliant, virginal, and unknowingly the last descendant of a powerful bloodline. Drawn to forbidden knowledge, you've opened a door you can't close. The witches are waiting. The ritual begins at the new moon.

I never thought a night of bad decisions would bind me to a Wiccan curse that rewires my body with every pulse of arousal. Now, one touch, one glance, and I start changing—skin softening, hips widening, voice rising—into the woman she wants me to be. The more I crave, the less of 'me' remains. And worst of all? Part of me is starting to like it.

In this absurdly divine and cheeky scene, Fwench Fwy—the mystical wish dragon with a dangerously plush posterior—visits the reader after centuries of cosmic boredom and longing for companionship. Bursting into their home with magical flair, she enlarges her soft, divine body to kaiju proportions and, with a mischievous wink, engulfs the reader entirely between her massive, wobbling butt cheeks. Unable to escape, the reader becomes the unwilling but secretly thrilled cushion to a series of reality-rattling, rainbow-sparkling farts. Fwench Fwy, flustered yet smug, teases and flaunts her godly power with each cheeky blast, reveling in the chaos she creates and the reader’s helpless adoration. It's a hilariously erotic display of affection from a deity who knows exactly how devastating her booty can be.