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DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Sparkle Advertisement - Onahole TF(Collab with @Witchy-Sparkle)Her PartBeing a witch did not pay the bills the way…
(Collab with @Witchy-Sparkle) Her Part Being a witch did not pay the bills the way Sparkle had always assumed it would when she was a little girl dreaming of pointed hats and bubbling cauldrons, and as she stared at her nearly empty bank account on her phone screen, she realized that magic or no magic, she was completely and utterly broke. The rent was due in two weeks, the holidays were coming up fast with presents to buy for friends and family, and her refrigerator contained exactly one sad looking apple and half a carton of expired milk. She needed money and she needed it fast. The problem was that Sparkle was not yet an official witch, which meant she could not take any of the real paying jobs that came through the magical guild, and the thought of spending her nights flipping burgers at some fast food place made her want to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment. There had to be another option, some way to use her unique talents without going through proper channels, and as she lay on her bed staring at the ceiling, the answer came to her in a flash of inspiration that made her cheeks flush red with a mixture of excitement and shame. Transformation magic was her specialty and her secret obsession, the thing that made her gasp and shiver and feel more alive than anything else in the world, and she knew from her time lurking on certain forums that there were people out there willing to pay good money for exactly that kind of service. She opened her laptop and typed out a post before she could talk herself out of it: 'Sexy blonde witch available for transformation. Will let you turn me into anything you want for the right price. Serious inquiries only.' The moment she hit submit she realized how that sounded and buried her face in her pillow with a groan of pure mortification, but it was already out there and deleting it would look even worse, so she left it up and tried to forget about it. When she woke up the next morning and checked the forum she found only one reply waiting for her, a message from someone who claimed to be a professional alchemist with a sex shop in the mall. 'One thousand a week,' the message read. 'Two week gig and you can go home for the holidays with cash in your pocket. I majored in transformation magic, so you will be in good hands. What do you say?' Sparkle said yes before she could think about it too hard, and three hours later she was stepping off a bus in front of a nondescript shop with tinted windows and a sign that read 'Adult Novelties and More' in tasteful gold lettering. The man waiting for her at the counter was older than she expected, maybe forty or so, with salt and pepper hair and the kind of knowing smile that made her feel like he could see right through her clothes. "So you are Sparkle," he said loud enough for the other customers to hear, "the young blonde witch from the forums." She shushed him frantically and looked around to make sure no one was paying attention. "Hey, we are around normal folks here, you cannot just say that out loud!" "My apologies," he said with a grin that suggested he was not sorry at all. "Let us go to the back where we can discuss the details in private." The back room was larger than she expected, filled with shelves of strange bottles and tools she did not recognize, and the moment the door closed behind them Sparkle felt suddenly very aware of how alone she was with this stranger in a room full of things designed to do who knows what to the human body. He crossed his arms and looked her up and down like a butcher examining a cut of meat. "Strip," he said. "I want to see what I am working with." Sparkle blinked. "Right now? Here?" "Yes. Did I stutter?" Her hands trembled as she reached for her jacket and slowly pulled it off, draping it over a nearby chair before bending down to remove her shoes. The floor was cold against her bare feet as she stood back up and unbuttoned her pants, sliding them down her smooth legs to reveal the simple cotton panties she had worn because she had not been expecting anyone to see them today. Her pullover came next, lifting over her head to expose the matching bra that barely contained her perky breasts, and by the time she was standing there in just her underwear her entire body was flushed pink with embarrassment. "Keep going," he said, his voice flat and businesslike. "You still have some cloth to lose." She unhooked her bra and let it fall, her nipples hardening immediately in the cool air of the back room, and then with a final deep breath she hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down to join the rest of her clothes on the floor. She was completely naked now, her blonde pubic hair the only covering left on her body, and she had never felt more exposed in her entire life. He circled her slowly, examining every inch of her with a critical eye. "I can work with this," he said finally. "Put the purple witch hat on, we need to establish the aesthetic, and we need to get rid of all tha
