Witch Slick's Halloween Egg-venture - October Progression Patreon Exclusive (Patreon)

Doing something a bit different with this progression: it's a series of BW sketches with a story written by XcelZero to go with it! Hope you all enjoy it because it's quite raunchy and has a BIG climax ;)

TW: Mentions of somnophilia, dubcon/noncon

“What a long day…”

The soft padding of bare feet filled the potion shop as the young witch left her post at the cash register. Slick walked towards the door and turned the “Open” sign in the window around to “Closed.” 

For weeks Slick had been preparing for this night. For some it was a night of spooky fun, for others it was a dangerous night where dark creatures ran wild. “Halloween” as it’s called by the common folk, but for a witch such as Slick it was a night when her powers were at their greatest: Hallow’s Eve.

Slick slid her slender finger along the spines of tomes on her shelf, stopping on one that looked just a bit more ancient than its neighbors. It was a special tome, one she had “borrowed” from a certain Paladin days before. He had stopped by on his way to escort the artifact somewhere it could be safely disposed of. He was good company, and perhaps even a fine lover, if only he were willing to bend his vows just a bit. No matter how she flirted and teased, and no matter how flustered and clearly enticed he was, she could never get him to crack fully. To Slick though, breaking that iron will was part of the fun, and one day she would get her way.

His visit was no accident of course, she had been plotting to get her hands on that tome for a long while. A whisper here, a potion there, letting “slip” a secret or two to the right customer, and of course using a bit of her witchy charm had all led to a situation where that man had brought that book from a heavily guarded magic library and right to her little cottage. After all that, swapping it with a fake and retrieving her prize was almost too easy.

“Hopefully he won't be in too much trouble…” she giggled, taking the book from her shelf and turning it to a page she had marked. Ultra Ovum….or roughly in common: Egg from Beyond. One might wonder what such a silly sounding spell would be doing in an ancient spellbook rather than a cookbook, but to a fertility witch, the power of an egg was intoxicating. The eggs of many a creature, mystic and otherwise, filled the jars that adorn her reagent shelves. The humble egg contained the power of life itself after all, perfectly distilled into a little package; and she wanted to get her hands on the most powerful egg she could summon. She had gotten her hands on the book just in time too, as an egg this powerful could only be summoned on a night where the energy was just right, a night such as this.

And summon she would. Along with her love of eggs came a fondness for incubation, and what better incubator than her own body. She pressed her fingers delicately along her abdomen, directly below her belly button. Closing her eyes, she envisioned the power of the night flowing within her, attuning her very womb to the energy in the air on this sacred night. She often used her own body like this, allowing  her to keep a vast supply of fresh reagents, and she would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the process. She began to muse on how delightfully mysterious these eggs would be: Would they be gelatinous or firm? What kind of texture would be on the exterior…how big would they get? A blush crept across her face as she pondered, which only added to the allure of the charming young witch. This would be a fun night indeed…

After a bit of cleanup and some light preparation she was ready for the festivities to begin. She ran her finger down the page of the old book, making a mental note of each ingredient listed on the page. Seeds of Pomegranate (x5), Eye of Toad (x2), Essence of the Hare... The first set were all basic reagents, stuff any self respecting witch would have lying around, much as one would expect to have salt in a kitchen. She flicked each one into the cauldron without even lifting her head, she was in a hurry to get to the more exotic ingredients. 

Slick’s lips curled into a grin as she got to the next section. Seacreature Tentacle (x4). Voidcreature Tentacle (x4). Eye of Snake (x1). As a fertility witch, these were ingredients she was intimately familiar with. A blush crawled across her face thinking of the many practical, and perhaps some impractical (but amusing), applications of such things. She did think it odd that a potion of all things would call for them, but the magiks of this tome were far older than she normally dealt with. She was not here to question the ancient wisdom, she wanted to unravel their mysteries and take their spoils.

Next up was Slime Egg (x3)... A glance to her reagent shelf showed this particular oddity was nowhere to be found, but Slick was not worried. Slick wasn’t so amateurish as to be caught unaware by something as trivial as a missing ingredient, so of course she had taken steps to be ready before the big night. Rather than looking despondent, she simply turned her attention back over her shoulder. Back and forth she scanned the lobby of her cozy little establishment, and once she was confident that no customers remained (and that the door was firmly locked), she returned her attention to the book. 

“I must have at least 3 by now,” she mused to herself. She casually leaned down and slipped off her panties, tossing them into a heap across the floor. She would not need them again tonight.

Two nights ago she had but a single slime egg in her possession. Slimes were currently out of season, and a trip down south to their hunting grounds was simply out of the question. This of course was no trouble for someone like her, all it took actually was a simple spell. Duplication spells were low level magic tricks, easy to cast and control, so long as you had a proper container, such as…the body of a fertility witch.

Her breath became shallow and excited as she squatted down, splaying her legs and arching her back. Before she could even throw her head back she started to clench, a soft moan escaping her supple lips. She took deep, steady breaths, feeling the contents of her womb slip lower and lower with each one, until she could sense that one had dropped into position. Each motion building the pleasure within her, each sensation bringing her mind one step closer to release… This was always her favorite part for a reason.

“Mhmmmmmm, yessssssss,” she groaned. She clenched at the rug beneath her, taking a deep breath before pushing. Lower and lower it dropped, until she could feel it pressing against her lips. The pressure sent her into a frenzy, the entrance of her sex slick and dripping, which made the task at hand even easier. With one final clench, she pushed with all her might, the egg erupting out of her, propelled by the quivering deluge of her crashing orgasm. Sweaty and satisfied, she reached down and grabbed her reward, a bright green ball that fit nicely in the palm of her hand. 

“Haaaa… One down…”

- - - 

Slick lay on the floor, a look of serene satisfaction plastered across her brow. Nestled between her legs sat 5 jelly spheres, all the exact same pleasant shade of seafoam green. She panted in triumph for just a few moments longer than necessary before gathering them in her arms and taking them over to her simmering cauldron. A faint glow cast over her face as she stood over the bubbling brew. The recipe only called for three… but some spells were more like cooking than baking, and something told her to season this one “to taste”. She released her arms, letting them all fall in together. It instantly started churning, foam rising up and even overflowing a bit before splashing onto the floor below, but after a moment it settled back down, and a strange yet inviting aroma filled the room. The ingredients were clearly having some kind of effect, the only question was: is it the intended one? 

The clock struck 10 as her witchy work was nearing completion. There was but one final ingredient to add, and it was the most important of all: Essence of life. It was an ingredient that was much harder for her to procure on her own, she needed to “harvest” it from someone. Someone like her Paladin companion…which of course she did. Reaching into her cleavage, she pulled out a small vial she had safely tucked away. Days earlier it had contained a sleeping potion, but now it contained a thick white ichor with an effervescent glow. The potion had found its way into the tea of her knightly companion after a ruthless flirtatious onslaught, so much so she thought she may not need any trickery after all…but alas his knights honor would not break, and to sleep he was put. It was a somewhat dubious method of collecting such a powerful substance, but if the dreams in question were about her… was she not entitled to the spoils? 

With the vial emptied into the brew, Slick gave a triumphant nod. Confident she had followed the recipe to the letter, she was now free to take care of other business while the brew simmered over the fire.

- - -

The moon was high in the night sky by the time Slick looked up from the hum drum of chores.

“Ah! The potion!” She gasped. Time had certainly gotten away from her, but the buzz of exhilaration was still in her voice. This is what she had been waiting for.

She rushed back to her study, hastily throwing open the doors. The room was filled with an intense cornucopia of scents: flowers and incense, ripe fruits, fresh soil…it smelt fertile. Like a sauce the brew had thickened after simmering for so long, perhaps a bit overly so. The consistency was cream-like as she ladled it into a flask. With the moment finally at hand, she took a deep breath, held a hand to her abdomen, and took the potion feverishly. The taste was far from something that could be described as pleasant, but it wasn’t wretched either. It was somewhere between bitter, sweet, and somehow even savory, but altogether it was quite indescribable. Even with the peculiar taste it went down smoothly, Slick gingerly rubbing her belly in anticipation of its effects to show.

“Halloween is always such fun,” She said, continuing to pat her flat tummy, “Let’s see just how big I get.” 

For a moment she felt nothing. A lesser witch might panic and take another sip, but Slick knew better. She wouldn’t end up as some bloated amature spell bimbo overdosing on her own supply, no no no! She was confident in her work and waited patiently for the potion to settle in her stomach. She began to skim the page from her tome once more while she waited, reviewing her notes she had jotted in the margins for what she could expect. Most of the page was rather trivial to interpret, the only curiosity she hadn’t quite solved before the big night was a footnote in the description of the spell. To the best of her translation it said “As the eve passes, the bindings shall release”.

A moment or so after she began to ponder its meaning again, she felt the first of the potion’s effects begin to take hold of her. A subtle warmth, like a pleasant embrace, crept up from her belly until it radiated from her very finger tips. A wicked grin crossed her face, it was working. She ran a hand down the side of her supple frame, shuddering with anticipation as she brushed over her hips. The thought of them flaying outwards, how her silken dress would spread across them made her cheeks flush. She ran the other hand delicately across her chest, a faint tenderness spreading across them. 

“Ahhh yes, grow my lovelies, grow!” She lightly cackled. 

She had been waiting for this part with baited breath. Slick was not exactly what one could call a modest woman; and while her normal figure was nothing short of a bombshell, she was never one to turn down the perks of dabbling in these sorts of spells. Standing up straight on her toes, she thrust her chest forward before bringing her weight down on her heels. Delightfully her chest wobbled a bit before settling, so she did it again… and again. With each bounce she could feel the increasing weight, the potion having the desired effect. Happily she glided over to a nearby mirror, turning to better admire her changing profile. 

It had only been a matter of moments and already the potion was having the desired effect. She watched with a mischievous smile as her breasts surged forward a cup size, and then another. The added weight threatened to drag her forward, but that thrilling prospect only excited her further. The Paladin might be cross when he realises his charge has gone missing, but lets see him stay mad at the sight of these! A powerful flush overtook her face as she felt her chest balloon even further, followed by an equally powerful slickness below. The sight of her body becoming more and more fertile by the second was stimulating her in every way she could hope. She had to admit, she was rather enjoying all of this… and soon she hoped so would he.

Just below her chest she could feel a small dome starting to form. The creases of her dress started to smooth over as her belly began to push out. Nothing she could see yet past the expanse of her chest, but she could feel the egg starting to grow. Unlike the explosive burst up top, this was a more slow and steady advance. She would stare at another part of her changing body, then notice it was bigger when she turned back. Eventually it reached the size of a large melon, but seemed to grow no further.

She gave her tummy a pat. It was full and firm, the egg filling her womb completely and giving her belly an oblong shape. “Hmmm…” her mouth curled into an ever so subtle frown “I expected a bit…more to be honest.” Her belly was by no means small, but it wasn't exceptionally large for someone expecting. She had seen many a maiden with child much larger than this, she had been much larger than this in the past. Perhaps ancient magik was not so much confoundingly powerful but simply old.

She paced back and forth about her study with a hand on her back. Even if the size left her a bit disappointed, the weight was incredible. Whatever this egg contained was unfathomably dense. She let loose a long sigh, “Well there isn’t really anything to be done but sit around and wait to push this-”

A low and ominous gurgle from her middle interrupted that thought. That warm feeling began to wash over her once again, this time brighter and more intense. Her belly slowly started to push out further, stretching the fabric of her witchy attire farther than it was ever supposed to go. She clasped her hands to the side of her growing mound, experiencing the sensation of herself expanding under her fingertips. Bigger and bigger she grew, looking much larger than any normal woman at the end of her term with a child. Her breath grew short, not just because of the unexpected turn the night was taking but because her chest was being compressed in her dress as it filled even more. They couldn’t grow farther out while being restricted like that, but she could feel their weight increasing rapidly. They sat much heavier on top of her tummy, and they felt very very full. Being very experienced in arts of life and creation she was no stranger to the idea of making milk, but this was so much quicker than she expected. Slick could actually feel them sloshing fuller with each surge. The threads of her attire groaned as they were pulled completely taut against her stretching skin, not a wrinkle remained.

For a moment her mind raced, but before a panic could set in, those euphoric feelings returned as well. Endorphins flooded her system, washing away any concerns as she was swept up in a blissful haze. Her eyes rolled back in her head, so she didn’t see her tummy swell out even farther, but she could feel it nearing the end of her reach. With each swell, the sacred burning within her became an all consuming passionate blaze. She reached a hand below her belly pushed under to rub at her entrance, desperately pawing at her body with the other hand. This situation was getting out of hand, she knew that, so why couldn’t she stop herself? She should be looking for a counterspell…a halting incantation, something; but as fingers slipped inside her dripping sex her mind could do nothing but push her further into debauchery. She began to finger herself to the rhythm of the growth, edging further and further until…

“AhhhhhhhhHHHHHh y-YES! NGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

With that sweet release she crashed back into reality. Slick blinked a couple of times, riding out the high of her orgasm until she felt the world in focus again. In her carnal pursuit, her legs had buckled and she found herself leaning on her desk. It used to be so easy for her to float up and to where she needed to go, but it felt almost like her magiks didn’t want to bear with the weight of her growing form. With a groan, she hoisted herself up on wobbly legs. She began waddling around her study, each step slow and precarious. Her belly was now a massive heavy orb, huge out in front, dragging her along with each step. She pressed and prodded her vast circumference, feeling a distinct separation in the form within her, or more accurately, forms. There was obviously more than one egg nestled within her body, but how? Why? She looked at the clock, the hour was late, she didn’t have long to fix this. Perhaps the tome had some overlooked answers hidden somewhere.

She took but a single step towards her desk before again she felt the warmth surge within her. Her cheeks burned as she tried to remain in control, but she was blitzed by the pressure. 

“More?! No! I can’t!”

Slick gripped her expanding body as tightly as she could, the feeling of her own hands pressed into her tight skin was the only sensation tethering her mind to reality. She couldn’t lose herself to the pleasure again or else…

Or else? Her thoughts derailed. The pleasure clawing relentlessly at the back of her mind, until her growing body snapped her attention back. Her belly gurgled as it pushed forward, the hefty clutch of eggs jostling violently as they fought for space in her cramped womb. The tearing of fabric filled the room, her belly pushing past where she could even hope to reach it. 

She couldn’t understand, why was it happening again?! And AGAIN?! As far as she could parse, this spell only summoned a single otherworldly egg! To make her grow… to fill her with life, milk, and pleasure unending…

She couldn’t think.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh” She whimpered through another growth spurt. The ticking of the clock broke through to her again, it was almost midnight, she was running out of time. Her mind raced through the haze, trying to isolate the misstep in her concoction. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have let it simmer for quite so long? Or that blasted horny Paladin’s frustrated essence, was it too potent? 

“Could it have been that extra egg?” Her thoughts trailed off and her belly pushed further with another egg. Her mind circled every minute detail of the night, she NEEDED to figure this out. Shutting out everything she retreated deep into her mind, even her milk violently jettisoning out and splashing back down didn’t break her concentration. “That extra egg…wait!”

Her eyes shot open. “The blasted DUPLICATION spell! It’s still NGHHHHHHHHHHH in effect!”

As if to confirm her suspicions, her stomach lurched forward in a fierce burst, another egg vying for any space it could find. Next came more shredding as her breasts pushed out past what remained of her dress and landed on top of her tummy with a thick and wet slap. She watched in a daze as they undulated back and forth, laden with so much milk she could feel it slosh within. Tiny droplets began to bead at her nipples as they met the crisp fall air, and every bit of pressure relieved was a welcome release. Slowly she moved her hands over her chest and clasped around her exposed nipples.

“Nghhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhh!” Her licentious moans filled the empty cabin, and probably some of the surrounding forest a well. “I’m so… soooooooooo full…now”.

Sensitive as she was now, the slightest touch sent electricity up her spine. Her eyes rolled back, but her hands remained firm on her chest. Under her fingers she could feel her tits were filled to the brim, and yet somehow still they swelled. Every second she was losing control of her rational thought, replaced with a simple, primal, instinct. Without thinking she squeezed tightly, and the resulting sensation was as instantaneous as it was euphoric. Milk shot out like a geyser above, and her feminine juices erupted from her nethers below. That was as much sensation as she could handle before her vision went white and she succumbed to a violent orgasm.

It was some time before she could breathe properly again, and longer still before she started to become lucid. Sensations returned slowly, one by one: the flickering of candles, the sweet smell of fresh herbs, and finally the feeling of her tummy still growing across the polished wood of her cottage floor. That last one made her eyes shot open in a panic. She realized she had dropped to her knees at some point during her haze, and taking her newly enhanced assets into account it would be a position easier to get into than out of. Her belly stretched out far in front of her, the curve so out of reach it was impossible to even gauge its size.

“I’m still growing? No no no! This isn’t right!”

She tried to stand, but was met with much more resistance than she anticipated and was brought quickly back crashing down. The motion sent her breasts bobbing once more, releasing another torrent of thick cream that cascaded down her body. The slick sheen of sweat and milk gave the orb of her belly a faint glow in the candlelight, and it didn’t feel tight in the slightest… breast milk was already a coveted reagent due to its amazing properties, and whatever inside her was causing her to produce milk stronger than she’s ever known. Watching it gush from her chest, the gears of her priorities began to shift. It occurred to her that: Yes, her current predicament was not ideal, but more pressingly she was leaking something she couldn’t stand to lose: MONEY. Milk like this would fetch a fortune, not to mention its use in other potions. She needed to act fast. Reached as far as she could to a nearby shelf, she patted her hand around for something, anything, she could use to collect a sample of the creamy elixir pouring from her bloated tits. A bottle with nothing but a few dried berries was luckily within her grasp, and she hastily emptied them out to make room. 

In an instant she had overfilled the container. Setting it aside she scanned around for the next object to fill within reach. She desperately scanned for anything that could hold a liquid. A vase, a bowl, and even an inkwell were promptly dumped and filled with milk, but everything she saved was but a drop in the bucket compared to the amount that was wasted flowing down her body and pooling on the floor around her. She grunted in frustrated desperation trying to lift herself again, but had only gotten heavier since last she tried. It was in the solemn quiet of defeat that she heard the solution bubbling away: the cauldron.

Almost within her grasp, and certainly a big enough container to adequately hold what she was producing, she made one final attempt to push herself up, and to her surprise, she was making progress. It wasn’t just raw determination though: the potion was finally having an effect on her lower half. Her hips flared and her thighs thickened, as her bottom grew wide, supple, and strong. It all gave a much needed counterweight to her burgeoning womb, and with it a fighting chance of at least getting herself upright once more. She reached her hands down to caress her overtaxed womb, feeling the eggs inside shift and swell. Stifling yet another moan she closed her eyes and bit her lip. She was trying desperately to ward off the euphoric sensations roiling within her, lest she lose herself again and be distracted from her milky mission. 

Shuffling slowly, it took several moments for her to shift her body into the proper direction. Her belly was so soooo big now she had no hopes of approaching it head on, she needed to align herself at the proper angle that would allow her access. 

Her precariously waddling into position felt like watching one of those silly little metal contraptions the dwarves would ride in… what were they called? Tanks? The frown on her face was replaced with a sly little smile as she ran her hand across her newly enhanced bottom. “I certainly control like one now. Probably weigh almost as much as one at this point too,” she mused with a smirk.

After a few deep breaths to steel herself, Slick took a tentative and unsteady step… so unsteady in fact that the weight of her massive womb dragged her forward. Instead of gracefully walking next to her target, she careened right towards the cauldron. Desperately she tried gripping at its edge in an attempt to steady herself, but this would also prove to be a mistake. Her vast increase in mass meant that instead of stopping her fall, she brought the whole brew tumbling down with her. Luckily the light simmer meant the temperature was more bathwater than boiling, but the day's work now covered the floor of her study, what remained of her outfit, and not least of all her.

The exasperated witch let out a great sigh, “Wonderful, just wonderful! Can anything else go wrong today?!”

A low gurgle from deep within her churning womb let her know that something else indeed could go wrong. Warmth once more radiated out over her body before her hands could even explore the smooth surface of her belly… but this time it was not slow, and it was not subtle. Her body burned as if teased by the invisible hand of a lover. Her cheeks had a healthy glow as more erotic energy surged through her.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh~hic~hhhhhhhhhhh Goddess…what hic what’s happening now?!”

Her moans grew longer and louder each passing moment, but they were practically drowned out by the low and steady rumble coming from her core. If drinking a small amount had such a dramatic effect, then she could bet coating herself from head to toe would probably be more dramatic.

“UghhhhhhhhhYesssssssssss hic I mean no! No!!! I can’t get any bigger! I hic I hic~”

Her belly pushed forward by a foot, then another. Each spurt accompanied by the rumbling of her womb and a jostling of the eggs within, sloshing violently around as they fought for every possible inch of space within her. Her chest was valiantly trying to prepare for the demands of whatever was growing inside her, each swollen tit now a bloated orb bigger than the cute little tummy she was unsatisfied with earlier in the night. They sputtered and spewed relentlessly with her cream, turning everything around her into a sopping milk soaked mess. Even in her delirium, she still had the business sense to try and aim as much as she could into the cauldron. Another violent lurch and her belly was now pressing into something, though with so much of her field of view was now dedicated to her own body she couldn’t quite see what… surely not the wall several feet away, right?

Was she that huge? That unimaginably swollen and ripe? No other fertility witch had ever been as massive as this…no other one could have. They couldn’t handle what her body was meant to do. Its purpose. These thoughts should have filled her with dread, but instead she shuddered as the strongest orgasm she ever felt raptured her to nirvana. She weakly moaned, pawing at her belly. She was not even fully aware of what happened before the next wave began building. Her body and her ecstasy growing together as one, melting her mind and wracking her body with unfathomable bliss

Just as Slick approached her snapping point, the clock rang out 12 times. It was midnight, and Hallow’s Eve was no more. Almost instantly her growth ceased, and her mind was allowed to return to this plane. It took several minutes for her to catch her breath, and several more for anything close to a rational thought to cross her mind. Eventually though, she realised she would have to do something about her predicament.

Slick had no idea how this particular spell was supposed to finish. She couldn’t exactly reach her tome at the moment to check, but the cryptic warning echoed in her mind: As the eve passes, the bindings shall release... 

“So now, I guess I wait to…nghhh… lay them?” she grunted through a ripple within. Though the growth had mercifully stopped, the eggs were still shifting and settling. She sighed, drumming her fingers lightly across the taut surface of her belly. Covered in milk and basking in the moon's pale glow, she looked more like a fertility goddess than witch now. Even after that ordeal she couldn’t help but turn to the mirror and admire the beauty of her new form, at least what bits of her fit within the confines of her reflection. She sat watching her milk flow, a steady unending stream more plentiful than ever, but instead of more panic the warm cascade flowing down her body soothed her. It may not have been the ideal result of her experiment, but she had to admit she did have a bit of fun.

Now that panic had subsided, exhaustion was setting in. After everything she had been though, she now wanted nothing more than to sleep; she would deal with the consequences in the morning. Unfortunately for the plucky young witch, there would be one final surprise in store for her this night. From deep within her churning core, she felt something. It was not the familiar feeling of eggs jostling or fluid churning, this was more direct. More purposeful. This was something squirming.

“The binding shall be released…binding shall…binding….shall…shall…” Over and over she muttered those cryptic words, until finally it dawned on her. “Shell…binding shell? No. Don’t tell me…”

They were hatching. Hatching. 

Her long day was about to give way to an even longer night.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!