In the dim glow of the ancient grimoire, Maggie hunched over the yellowed pages, her wrinkled hands trembling as she chanted the blood magic words with Doris and Ethel. The air thickened with a metallic tang, and suddenly, a surge of energy ripped through them. Maggie's body convulsed, her skin tightening, bones cracking and reforming as she dropped to her knees. Her once-sagging breasts ballooned into massive tits that strained against her dress, nipples hardening into peaks. Her ass swelled, hips widening into curves that made her feel like a fuck toy ready for action. A fog lifted from her mind, replaced by a slutty haze of fresh memories—images of sucking cock, getting fucked hard, and craving cum everywhere. Maggie's thoughts raced with wild lust, her pussy already wet and throbbing as she glanced at Doris and Ethel. Doris, her longtime friend, now sported huge tits that jiggled with every breath, her ass so plump it begged to be spanked. Ethel's body had transformed too, her enormous breasts heaving and her ass cheeks clenching as if inviting fingers or tongues. 'Oh fuck, look at us!' Maggie exclaimed, her voice high and giggly, running her hands over her new, sensitive skin. 'I feel so fucking hot, like I could ride a dick all night.' Doris giggled, cupping her big tits and pinching her nipples, moaning softly. 'God, yes! My pussy's dripping already. I want to suck something huge.' Ethel, always the adventurous one, bent over slightly, wiggling her ass. 'Come on, let's not waste this. I need to get fucked senseless.' Just then, the Witch materialized from the shadows, her ageless form clad in flowing black robes that parted to reveal her seductive curves. She circled them, eyes gleaming with dominance. 'Welcome to your new lives, my beauties,' she purred, trailing a finger down Maggie's spine, making her shiver with need. 'Blood magic isn't just for youth—it's for endless pleasure. You'll have to use it again and again to stay like this, but first, let's explore what your bodies crave.' Maggie's heart pounded as the Witch guided her hand to Doris's massive tit, squeezing the soft flesh. 'Feel that? It's all yours,' the Witch commanded. Maggie obeyed, her fingers digging in, then leaning in to suck Doris's nipple hard, tasting the salt of her skin. Doris arched her back, gasping, 'Oh shit, that feels amazing. Don't stop, Maggie—lick me more.' The Witch watched, a smirk on her lips, before turning to Ethel. 'You, get on your knees and show them how eager you are.' Ethel dropped down, her huge ass in the air, and buried her face between Maggie's thighs, licking at her wet pussy with sloppy enthusiasm. Maggie moaned loudly, her hands gripping Ethel's hair, pulling her closer. 'Fuck yes, eat my cunt just like that. It's so sensitive now.' The Witch knelt beside them, sliding a hand under Ethel's skirt to finger her asshole, pushing in deep. 'See how good it feels? Magic makes everything tighter, wetter. Now, fuck her back.' Doris joined in, positioning herself behind Ethel and spreading her ass cheeks wide. 'I've got this,' Doris said, her voice husky with desire, before plunging two fingers into Ethel's pussy, pumping fast. Ethel cried out, 'Harder, you bitches! Finger me until I cum!' Maggie watched through half-lidded eyes, the sight of her friends' bodies writhing making her own lust spike. She ground her hips against Ethel's face, feeling the tongue flick her clit relentlessly. The Witch stood back, directing the chaos. 'Keep going, feel the power building. Your bodies are made for this—sucking, fucking, taking it all.' Maggie could sense the magic humming in her veins, heightening every touch, every thrust. Doris leaned over to kiss Maggie messily, their tongues battling as Ethel switched to licking Doris's clit. The room filled with wet slurps, moans, and the slap of skin, the air heavy with the scent of sex. As orgasms built, Maggie felt an urgent pull, her body craving more than just this session. 'We need that magic again,' she panted, locking eyes with the Witch. 'I don't want this to end—I want to keep fucking forever.' The Witch's smile widened, her hand tracing Maggie's curves. 'Then we'll make it happen, but first, let's push you further.' The women nodded eagerly, their insatiable desires only growing, ready for whatever came next.