The Magic Ring, Pt. 3, The Priestess
by plowjack@hotmail.com


	"My Lady, please come with me, to speak with the hope of your people."

	Fergus the tailor knelt on one knee before the witches' priestess. Deep in 
the heart of the village's maze-like slum quarter, he knelt in a beautiful 
chamber of carven wood and woven hangings.. He knelt before the woman who 
sat as leader of the hidden sect of witches in that district.

	"This is a bold claim, son of Liam, " the woman's deep contralto said. She 
sat in a tall seat, robed in a black cloak and hood that concealed her face 
and form somewhat. But Fergus knew her well from the nights of the sabbat. 
She was six feet tall, wide and proud, three times a mother and still 
sensual enough to stir a 20 year old's loins, despite her 43 years. Now he 
mainly felt awe, kneeling before his priestess on her seat of authority.

	"Lady," he said, "I swear on my name that this is a matter of magic, a true 
concern of your wisdom and power. Please, I ask in the name of the Ploughing 
Girl, as well as my own." He hoped that Suzanne's title (earned by her 
strength) would help convince the priestess.

	It seemed to. She nodded and stood from her throne, towering over Fergus' 
5' 9" height. She extended a hand to raise him to his feet. "I will come at 
nightfall," she said, and silently left the room. The door by which Fergus 
had entered opened, and a small, pretty blonde girl showed him to the 
street. She was perhaps 5'2" tall, full-bosomed and soft. Fergus dismissed 
her from his mind, thinking instead of the tall, stately priestess.
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	"You told her the tale, my sweet?" Suzanne asked, as they set the meal on 
the table. The bowls held heaping portions of porridge with bacon, scones, 
and apples, along with pitchers of fresh milk. Since the two had begun 
gaining muscle under the influence of the Ring of Maeve they had found their 
appetites to have grown as well. Suzanne, especially, would consume food at 
a remarkable rate to fuel her ever-hardening body. She was wearing a 
sleeveless shift and bodice, as her arms had outgrown most of her garments. 
As she worked, her arms rippled with muscle.

	It had been nearly two months since the full-moon night when Suzanne 
discovered the magical power given to her by her Goddess, Maeve the 
Intoxicating One. BY the power of the ring, Suzanne was able to become a 
mighty giantess - now nearly 8 feet tall in that form - with limbs like 
stone. Each time she changed, when she returned to her common form she was a 
little taller, a little stronger. Where she had been 5' 6", she was now 
nearly two inches taller. Even more remarkably, she discovered that when she 
made love to her lifelong sweetheart and toy, Fergus, her orgasms sent a 
charge of magic into his soft, slender body, making his puny tailor's 
muscles swell and harden as well. In a short time, Fergus had grown from 
completely soft and weak to a well-defined tightness and some strength. In 
that same time, Suzanne had grown much more. From a young plowgirl's 
strength (More than enough to dominate her sweet Fergus) she had become as 
thick and hard as any warrior.

	Now Fergus approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her. He 
was still a little taller than his love, but he felt narrow and soft against 
her back. Her shoulders were wider than his, her hips wider still, and her 
butt and thighs rock hard. Fergus ran his hands from her thick thighs up 
over her flat belly to cup her round, heavy breasts. He thumbed her nipples 
and kissed her neck softly, and was gratified when she moaned sweetly. 
Kneading her firm, soft breasts, he moved on to caress her thick, square 
shoulders and down her arms. Still kissing her softly, he squeezed her 
biceps hard.

	Fergus knew Suzanne's body as well as he knew his own. Her arms had always 
been muscular and strong, but now they were half again as thick as they had 
been, They were now as thick at rest as they had been fully flexed.

	Suzanne smiled to herself as Fergus caressed her. His lips sent shivers 
through her and his clever hands reminded her of pleasures past and to come. 
His squeeze on her arms made her smile widen, and she bent her arms in a 
tight flex. Her biceps swelled and thickened, bigger than his fists, she 
knew, and she felt his feeble hands, unable to make a dent. She felt his 
chest press her wide back, and his cock stiffen in his pants against her 
butt.

	Fergus felt his knees grow weak as he squeezed her arms ineffectually.  Her 
rock hard muscles under his hands made him wild with lust, made his body 
feel soft and his cock grow hard. He let his weight lean on his lovely mate, 
clinging to her arms, lips against her skin.

	"Yes, Suzanne," he said in her ear, "I told Aedwinna the whole tale, and 
told her of the trial we want to make."
	Suzanne turned in his arms. She wrapped one arm around his back and crushed 
him to her chest, and with the other brought his head to her lips. She 
kissed him hard, and snaked her arm from his back down to his tight little 
butt. With a smooth effort she lifted him from the floor, still holding his 
lips to hers.

	Fergus felt his feet leave the dirt floor of the cottage. He was astounded 
at this display of Suzanne's new strength. She had been stronger than him 
all of their lives, but she had never been able to hoist him with one hand! 
He melted in her arms, and ran his hand over the arm that held him, 
thrilling at the pulsing stone of her flesh. His hard cock rubbed against 
her belly as she squeezed his ass hard.

	She set him down gently, one hand still wrapped in his long, yellow hair. 
"Very good, my darling," she said, with a kiss. She put a hand on his arm 
and squeezed, pleased to find his flesh thicker and firmer than in the past. 
Fergus blushed and squirmed a little in her grip. He was proud of his new 
muscles, but he knew that his amazon sweetheart had grown much faster than 
he had. Now he was like a scarecrow in her hands, unable to offer more than 
the least resistance. to her. "It's well, " she said, "that you've grown a 
little muscle, otherwise you would be too delicate to love me at all."

	"Suzanne, "he replied, " you are my love and my delight. The Goddess' 
wisdom has obviously made allowance for that particular problem, though."  
He squeezed her rock hard arms again, his cock twitching.

	Suzanne gave his bulging breeches a quick squeeze, and said, "You must save 
that for our guests, my sweet." she patted his butt and kissed him again, 
"Now finish setting the table."

	Fergus did as he was bid, placing the bread trenchers on the wooden table. 
Just as he finished the task, the knock came at the door. Fergus opened, and 
greeted the woman who stood there. Out of her robes of office, the priestess 
Aedwinna was still a striking and commanding woman. Standing six feet tall, 
her raven hair showing only a few strands of gray, she was broad-hipped and 
huge-bosomed. In her youth every man had wanted her, she was still worthy of 
lust.

	She entered, and Fergus was surprised to see the busty little acolyte come 
in after her. "Peace on all here! " said Aedwinna. "Suzanne and Fergus, this 
is my apprentice, Mevanwy. She is welsh, and as committed to resisting the 
Normans as we are."

	Suzanne steeped forward and took the little blonde's hand in hers. Welcome, 
Mevanwy, in our priestess' name. And welcome to you, Aedwinna. Please, will 
you sit at our board..."

	They sat to their food, rich porridge with bacon and milk, loaves of bread 
and plenty of Suzanne's home-brewed dark ale. The two guests watched with 
some surprise as their hosts put away remarkable amounts of food. "It's the 
effect of the ring, Aedwinna, " Fergus explained, seeing her expression. "We 
have grown greatly. Both of us are thicker and harder than ever before, and 
the fire in our flesh seems to require plenty of fuel." They finished their 
meal, and after a final stoup of ale, Aedwinna rose.

	"Come now my children, and let us go to the altar of the Goddess." Aedwinna 
went through the curtain to the second room of the cottage. Following her, 
they entered Suzanne's bedroom, where she kept her shrine to the Maeve, 
Goddess of Lust and Joy. As they approached the shrine, with its lamp 
burning in the center, they shed their clothes.

	The priestess was an awe-inspiring figure. She was firm and round, her 
waist still firm despite her years. Her breasts were round, hanging rather 
low, her hips wide, belly gracefully rounded . She was tall and strong - 
Suzanne had given Fergus to her to use at the sabbat on occasion -  but her 
arms weren't defined, just thick and round, and she looked soft and feminine 
next to Suzanne's new muscle. Suzanne was astounding, of course; 
slim-waisted, wide shoulders and hips, and thick with shapely, clearly 
visible muscle.

	Mevanwy, the little acolyte, was a lovely and interesting figure. Standing 
only about 5'4", she had a bosom every bit as full as Suzanne's, round and 
firm on her small frame. Her shoulders were narrow and round, her arms soft 
and  slender, her legs slim and shapely under wide hips. Mevanwy's face was 
lovely - pale skin and red lips framed by golden curls.

	The sweet young woman walked directly to Fergus, stood on her toes, and put 
her arms around him. She pressed her full lips to his, as he put his arms 
around her and pulled her to him, pressing her soft breasts to his chest. He 
felt his rod respond to her, then looked over her head to see Suzanne and 
Aedwinna watching with small smiles.

	"See, Suzanne, " Aedwinna said, "a man is ruled by his cock. Even a pretty 
weakling like our Mevanwy can make your toy respond." Aedwinna was caressing 
Suzanne's body, delighting in her new size.

	"He's a toy in any woman's hands, mistress," Suzanne replied. She took the 
big priestess by the hand and led her to where the two were still locked 
together. "That's enough now, Mevanwy, " the priestess said gently. She slid 
her hand between the girl's soft breasts and Fergus' chest, and pulled him 
back, as Suzanne did the same to the blonde.

	Aedwinna wrapped her arms around Fergus, and squeezed him tight. "Oh 
Suzanne," she exclaimed, "he's gotten so much thicker!" She ran a big hand 
over his chest and arm. Fergus snuggled back against her lush body and 
flexed his new biceps, feeling them swell under her grip. "Mmm, my sweeting. 
Have you gotten strong now?" The priestess purred, and took one of his 
nipples between her two fingers. She kissed his neck as she pinched his tit, 
and he felt his cock rising.
	When Fergus was made a witch he lay under this priestess for a full night. 
He had been a lad of 18 summers then, slight and clever, already Suzanne's 
toy. The tall farmwife made him feel weak and hot, as only Suzanne had done 
before, but she had also shown him Mystery. Of that no more can be said, 
except to say that he loved her.

	Since then she had often found him when the witches played the game of Good 
Welcome, and coupled together at the sabbat. He knew her thick, soft, strong 
arms and soft bosom well, and loved to be under her. Now she wrapped an arm 
around his neck and held her right hand out to him. He wrapped his fingers 
into hers, and pressed against her hand, trying out his body. She resisted, 
and they locked together, he straining to move her hand, she to hold him. 
Their hands trembled, and she made a surprised sound, and said, "Fergus, you 
are so much stronger!" She pressed down in turn, and Fergus held her for a 
while, until they broke off, and she turned his face up to hers and kissed 
him hard.

	"You are so sweet, little Fergus...," she wrapped her arms around him, 
engulfing him in her big body, and he felt as soft and pliant as ever in her 
arms, but he loved the strength he had felt in his arm, loved the fact that 
he was (perhaps, almost) as strong as the mighty Aedwinna. "You're new 
little muscles make you good to hug, my boy," she tightened around him, 
"Good to squeeze," she wrapped a leg - still so much larger than his - 
around behind him, and she slowly powered him down to the floor. He 
struggled hard, using all his new strength. She landed on top of him, knees 
astride him, huge butt on his chest, arms trapped between her thighs and his 
side.

	No", she said, squeezing his body in her thighs, you're pretty little 
muscles haven't made you strong, Fergus, not in my hands. Thy do make you 
handsome, make you look more like a man." She leaned down and kissed him, 
then rolled off him and took him in her arms gently again.

	He opened his eyes and saw the Welsh girl caressing Suzanne's body. Suzanne 
looked down at the voluptuous nymph, as she ran her hands over Suzanne's 
arms. Suzanne flexed, and Mevanwy put her cheek against the rock-hard 
biceps. She turned, and her eyes gleamed as she said to the priestess. "Oh 
my Lady, I think she may even be stronger than you, now." The acolyte turned 
back to Suzanne, and, picking up one of her big breasts, put her nipple in 
her mouth.

	"Isn't she a sweet morsel, Fergus?" said Suzanne, as she crushed the 
smaller woman to her. She petty one of the girl's breasts, pressed against 
her, and squeezed one arm gently. "She's as soft as butter my love. If we 
gave her to you now you could use her the way I use you..." She laughed 
lightly, and all the women laughed with her, as Fergus blushed.  She moved 
toward Fergus and the Priestess, and she urged Fergus to stand.

	"Now, my students, you two must evaluate each other. The question before us 
is whether we can use this power of strengthening for ourselves and for our 
people, as you hope. So know each other now, so that we can know the 
outcome."
	"Fergus," Suzanne said, "flex your proud little muscles for our chick." He 
kept his eyes on Suzanne; if she made him flex, she usually meant to crush 
him and tease him. But Mevanwy ran her hands over him, and squeezed his 
biceps and calves. Her grip was surprisingly strong. "You feel solid and 
strong to me, Fergus," she said, and pressed herself to him in turn, raising 
her face and kissing him. She reached down and fondled his cock. He devoured 
her mouth, and squeezed her firm, pliant butt, then took her arms in his 
hands. He held her away, and released her. "Let's see your own arm, sweet 
little one," he purred. She flexed for him.
	Her arm swelled a little, and Fergus' hand found it firm and thick, but 
mostly soft, with some dense muscle in it. Her forearms were harder. Her 
flexed butt was hard, her thighs very solid and shapely when she flexed. 
Fergus ran hands back up her front, over soft belly and cupping her tits, 
huge in proportion to her stature. "You are very sweet, Mevanwy. I'll say 
that I wouldn't have expected even so much muscle in you," Fergus said, 
kissing her neck. He hugged her to him, kneading her big bosom in his hands. 
Then he put his hands under her round bottom and lifted her up to kiss him, 
her feet well off the ground. "Why Fergus, you are stronger!" Suzanne 
exclaimed, "His little arms could never have done that two months ago."

	"That's enough, my witches," the big priestess said. The two were absorbed 
in one another, and continued to kiss. "I said cease!" she cried, taking a 
handful of each's hair in her hands, she pulled them apart, pressing their 
heads to her soft bosom.

	Mevanwy looked into Fergus' eyes, and squeezed his arm again with 
surprising strength. She said "Soon you will be the soft one in my strong 
arms, Fergus Taylor. Since I've arrived, I've watched you at the sabbat - 
how you are the toy of the strong women. I want that, sweet man - I want to 
use you like our mistress uses you..."

	Suzanne pulled Fergus to her and kissed him hard, and forced him to his 
knees. "Take him in hand again, Aedwinna," she said, "and we will behold the 
Goddess' power." The older woman knelt behind Fergus, and took him in her 
arms.

	Fergus snuggled against her, fondling the thick arms that pressed him 
against her soft bosom. "Mistress," he whispered, "I have never sat by and 
watched the Ring's magic happen." She turned his face up to hers and kissed 
him (so many lips for Fergus) and said, "Watch Mevanwy - she wants the 
Goddess' gift. She's hungry for it." Aedwinna squeezed his arms, and 
chuckled, saying "You may never have a soft woman again, little witch-man."

	Suzanne lay down on the mats before the altar and Mevanwy came to her. 
Suzanne opened her thighs, and the blonde head fell onto her sweet place. 
Fergus saw the ring glinting on Suzanne's finger. Soon Suzanne began to 
moan, clutching at her firm breasts, and then she bucked, her delight coming 
on.

	Before their eyes Suzanne began to grow. She lengthened, her limbs 
stretching, then filling out with hard, smooth muscle. Her shoulders grew 
huge, her hips wider and wider. Her breasts grew apace, firming and lifting. 
She carefully parted her giant thighs, keeping the tiny mouth of her lover 
safe.

	"I felt it, Mistress!" the blonde called as Suzanne panted and grew. "The 
power went through me! I want it again, Suzanne!" She put her head again to 
the giant clit and suckled.

	Mevanwy felt drunken with the flow of hot, strong power from the pussy of 
the witch. When she had felt the first tingle she had expected it to pass, 
as Fergus had described, Instead it continued to flow, through her lips and 
into her body. She felt wonderfully good, full of life and strength.

	Suzanne also felt a difference. The energy she knew well was flowing 
strongly in her flesh. When Mevanwy plunged her hot mouth back into her sex, 
Suzanne roared softly and stretched, flexing her muscles, almost closing her 
thighs around the acolyte's head. She felt Mevanwy wrap her arms around her 
thighs, and press her shoulders between her giant legs.

	The flow was increasing, power pulsing in her, and, it seemed, pooling in 
her huge hands. She reached out to her priestess and her lover, where they 
lay embracing. "Come to me, my Lady," she said, "Come, my sweet Fergus."

	Aedwinna and Fergus had fallen into gentle love-play, but couldn't take 
their eyes from the astounding form of the giant witch. Suzanne's body was 
now supple and round, thick with hard, shapely muscle. Her arms were as big 
as a man's leg, her thighs as big as Fergus' waist. Her own waist seemed 
tiny, before flaring into hips as wide as Fergus' shoulders. The little 
priestess' was dwarfed by the limbs of the giantess, working busily as 
Suzanne moaned.

	The two stood, and approached the giant woman, and each took one of her 
hands. Fergus felt nothing but the usual lust as the big hand engulfed his. 
Aedwinna gasped as she took the hand, feeling the tingling flow of magic.
	"You can feel it now?" Fergus asked. "I've never felt the power except when 
she's coming.!"
	"Oh yes, Fergus," the priestess replied, "I feel it even now! Holy Goddess, 
I feel so strong!" she said, flexing her free arm. Fergus was delighted to 
see her thick arm swell, her biceps peak, larger than he'd ever seen it 
before.
	Then Suzanne began to come again. He gasped as the power flowed through 
him, and his cock stiffened and rose into life. He threw himself onto 
Suzanne's chest, pressing his face to a breast as big as his head.

	Looking over at Aedwinna, he was amazed to see her body transform before 
his eyes. Her flesh trembled, and he saw her age-thickened waist draw in, 
her belly hardening . Her thighs rippled, as though shaped by an invisible 
sculptor, and swelled visibly. Her flexed biceps became more clearly 
defined, growing before his eyes by more than an inch. Her shoulders 
squared, and her breasts drew up, as firm and round as those of a virgin 
girl.

	Fergus' own growth was always incremental, barely noticeable except in the 
long term. He felt wonderful, as always when the power had been in him, but 
his slender arms hadn't grown visibly. Suzanne pulled him up her chest to 
her lips, and kissed him deeply. Her thick arms held him close, her gentle 
pressure still nearly a crushing force. She smiled at him, her huge blue 
eyes shining with silvery light, and he felt like a small, soft thing in the 
grip of a force of nature; like a slip of cloth in a mighty wind.

	Gathering him into her lap, she sat up. Fergus saw her eyes go wide, and he 
followed her gaze to where Mefanwy, the little acolyte, knelt before 
Suzanne's pussy. She was transformed! Where just minuted before she had been 
a soft, pretty girl she was now strikingly beautiful, and obviously 
physically powerful. She was flexing her right arm, feeling its mass with 
her left hand. Her arm was a mass of muscle, flexing and growing as she 
pumped it. Her big breasts sat proudly on slabs of new muscle in her chest, 
and her thighs were sculpted pillars. She had grown perhaps two inches 
taller.

	She stood, and leaped into the air, spinning in an athletic dance move. In 
a bound, she was embracing Aedwinna. She put both arms around the older 
woman's now-firm butt and lifted her into the air. "Oh mistress," she cried, 
"I feel so strong!" She spun around again, holding the priestess tight, her 
cheek against her chest. Setting her down, the blonde stretched and spun 
again, her new muscles rippling. Aedwinna caught her under the arms and, 
with a remarkable show of new strength, she hoisted her off the ground in 
turn and brought her to her lips. With her arms wrapped around the little 
blonde she kissed her sweetly. "I, too, am much, much stronger, my dear. It 
seems that this magic is real, a true gift of the Goddess."

	"It is as I have said, my Lady," Suzanne said, her big voice booming. 
Fergus was held in the crook of her arm, his head resting against her bosom. 
As she watched the two women rejoicing she took Fergus' cock and balls in 
one hand and gently toyed with his member. "Truly, it is more wonderful than 
I thought, for it seems that my whole body transmits the Goddess' blessing, 
and women seem to be much more blessed than men."

	"How can that be a surprise, Suzanne," asked Aedwinna, as she set the 
little blonde down, "Our Goddess is ever a protector of women. Do we not see 
her image with her little man helpless before her intoxicating lust?" The 
priestess looked again at Suzanne and Fergus.

	Before her was the very image of her Goddess! She looked in wonder at the 
amazing figure of Suzanne, towering over her little lover, his manhood stiff 
between her fingers, his head turned up, lips pressed to hers. In the arms 
of the giant woman, Fergus' form looked slight and delicate as a girl's. It 
was a living portrait of the strength of Maeve - the Pretty Man in the arms 
of the Intoxicating Queen.

	Suzanne set Fergus off of her lap, keeping his little arm pressed in her 
grip, and said, "Now it is time to test ourselves, as we agreed."
	"Of course," the priestess replied. Suzanne patted Fergus on the butt, and 
said "Go to them, Fergus, and let us see how their strength has grown." 
Fergus' cock was stiff and proud as he walked to the welsh girl. She licked 
her lips as she stared at its bobbing. She reached out to grasp his cock, 
but he grasped her wrist and held her hand away. "Ah, pretty one," he 
smiled, "that's yours only if you can take it. Only a strong woman can have 
my loving."

	Swiftly she twisted her wrist from his grasp, and caught his in turn. She 
pulled his arm away, and he resisted using his new strength.

	Fergus had been a weakling all of his life. A tailor's son, he had grown up 
indoors, doing skilled, careful work that put little muscle on the thin 
frame that he had inherited from his father. When his childhood friend 
Suzanne had made him her lover and her submissive toy, he had come to accept 
it. It seemed natural to him that he be the soft, physically weaker half of 
the couple. It seemed right for Suzanne to overwhelm him with her love, to 
swallow his waiting cock in her hungry, grasping sex.

	When he went to the love-play of the sabbat he sometimes dallied with 
small, soft women, riding them as they lay on their backs. He would pretend 
that he was Suzanne, and hold them tight, squeezing their soft flesh. More 
often the coven's bigger women used him, and he sighed under their weight, 
their willing toy.

	Now he felt a strange sensation. A little while ago he had felt much 
stronger than the little blonde woman who pressed herself on him. He really 
could have laid her down and fucked her, really been the strong, hard one. 
As he locked eyes and hands with her now, he felt a desire to overpower her. 
His muscles seemed to feel hard and strong, and that seemed to stiffen his 
cock.

	So when he found that he could still bend her arm, straining and pushing 
with all his might, he grinned. He pushed her arm away, and she cursed with 
frustration.
	"God's balls mistress, he's still stronger than me!" She increased her 
effort, her hand beginning to crush Fergus' hand. He held fast, and she gave 
way at last, her arm giving way against his. She broke off and stared at him 
in anger and lust. "It has not been enough, mistress," she growled, "If I am 
not stronger than your weakling lover, I can never stand against a warrior!"

	"Fear not, Mevanwy, we are far from finished," Aedwinna said, coming up 
behind Fergus. She reached a hand out to him from behind. Fergus took up her 
hand and kissed it, saying, "I think that I like being strong, my lady," he 
grinned over at the frowning blonde.

	The priestess suddenly caught Fergus from behind in a tight hold, her 
forearms pressing his shoulders, spreading his chest, and lifting his feet 
from the floor until he dangled in her hold. He caught her arms in his hands 
in turn and squeezed hard. Her arms were stony and warm, much thicker than 
just minutes before, and he couldn't get free, his proud little biceps 
worthless to him.
	"Your sweet little strength is nothing to me now, little man," she said. 
"In fact, you're weaker than ever in my arms, and soon our sweet Mevanwy 
will be your superior as well. Look at his sweet little body Mevanwy.  A 
woman like me can have him under me whenever I wish, and he can do nothing 
but try his best to please me."
	Mevanwy sauntered up to Fergus where he stood barely on tiptoe, trapped in 
the older woman's hold. She took his cock in her hand and squeezed and 
stroked, making him hard, then she reached out and pinched and twisted his 
nipple. "I want him to be mine to play with, Lady, like he is for you and 
Suzanne." The pretty blonde pouted a little, and held on the Fergus with 
both hands, nipple and cock. Her thick new muscles rippled on her small 
frame.

	"Don't you dare to come," Suzanne's voice boomed. "Hold fast, my boy..." 
Fergus whimpered and twitched as the pain and pleasure mingled, but he held 
fast, eyes closed. "Bring him here now, Mistress," Suzanne said to the 
priestess, and let us have more of the mead of Maeve."

	Mevanwy picked up his legs, and they carried him over to where Suzanne 
knelt. They all knelt, and laid Fergus on the mats, and Suzanne wriggled 
over his cock. Mevanwy hardened him fully, and Suzanne lowered her self onto 
him, her tight, muscular pussy engulfing him. Aedwinna released him, and 
Suzanne took his head in her hands. Her eyes shone silver as she said to 
him, "Now you will serve us all, little one, and you will not come, will not 
soften, until I give you my leave. Are you my sweet serving boy, little 
Fergus?"
	"I am your servant, Suzanne - I will not come without your let." She kissed 
him hard, and rubbed her breasts against him.

	"Now, Mevanwy, come and join us," Suzanne said. The blonde girl seated 
herself on Fergus' mouth, her pussy hot on his lips. She took his wrists in 
her hands and pulled his hands to her breasts, tightening her grip hard and 
rocking on him. Fergus was at home thus, and his hungry tongue and lips 
attended her. Suzanne took her huge weight on her mighty thighs, and rubbed 
her swollen nub on Fergus shaft, squeezing him tightly as well. She took his 
little torso in her two hands, with her thumbs on his nipples, and squeezed 
and kneaded as she worked his cock.
	"His mouth is sweet, Suzanne," said Mevanwy, as she began to heat up again. 
Then she felt the flow of the magic begin to come through his lips into her. 
It spread from her loins up into her belly, tightening and heating the 
muscle there, and flowed gently down her arms and legs.
	The priestess began singing a melody known to them all, an erotic hymn to 
their Goddess, as the two women's nipples hardened and their loins ran wet. 
Then Suzanne's pleasure arrived, and she moaned and rose up on her thighs, 
her great breasts thrusting forward, her belly throbbing with her delight.

	Fergus lay nearly crushed, engulfed in the bodies of the witches. His cock 
was bent forward, as Suzanne rocked back and forth upon it. The feeling of 
Suzanne's big, strong hands made him feel tiny and weak, his new strength 
seemingly gone as the other woman prisoned his hands against her firm chest, 
and covered his mouth with her sweetness. Then he felt the rush of the power 
of the ring, and heard Suzanne's cry. The magic flowed like sap into his 
flesh, and he felt strengthened to respond to the women. He bucked hard, his 
cock straining against her immovable pelvis, and raised his mouth into its 
work. The blonde reached her moment, and he felt her juices let go over him, 
lost but centered in the flow of magic between the witches.

	"Don't stop, my sweet ones,"  Suzanne's voice boomed, "I come again!"  And 
the wave of power flowed through him again, from her pussy up through his 
limbs to his lips, flowing against the flow of her juice. He felt the 
blonde's grip on his wrist tighten, felt her thighs' grip deepen, his head 
even further between even larger muscle, her butt growing, and the chest 
beneath his hands, rising, and thickening; he squeezed the hard slabs of 
muscle under the big tits. He sucked expertly, and she came again as well, 
and his body pulsed with the power of the ring.

	Fergus would never be able to say just how long that time lasted - a 
minute? Thirty? It remained only a bright spot in his memory until he felt 
the woman rise from his face, felt Suzanne's lips on his own, her mouth 
running over his neck and chest. He opened his eyes (if they had been 
closed), to feel himself gathered again into Suzanne's arms, lifted from the 
ground, pressed to her bosom, face against her neck. He felt wildly awake 
now, and threw his arms and legs around his woman, squeezing her as hard as 
he could, with his grown-again strength. She knelt, and his feet brushed the 
floor, his lips against hers then, his body still slender and soft against 
hers.

	Mevanwy leapt to her feat and twirled, then leapt again to the couple and 
hugged them. The blonde was now almost 5'9" tall, as tall as Fergus, and had 
again grown in muscle and womanhood. She reached out and gently took him 
from Suzanne, the Giantess smiling hotly.
	"Now, let's try again, man," she said. She held out her hand, and he took 
it. Now the difference between hem was clear. Mevanwy's body had become 
plainly larger than his, her womanly hips wider, her shoulders as wide, her 
chest broader and deeper. She began to press his arm, and he resisted at 
first, his own muscles now clearly larger. Yet she increased her force, and 
her arm swelled with thick, round muscle, larger than his own. "Now you're 
mine, you woman's toy," she said and with a wrench twisted his arm and sent 
him sprawling. In a moment she was down next to him, grappling his arms, 
plunging her mouth onto his, pressing his head to the soft cushion with 
hers. He fought, eager to put her on her back if he could, remembering her 
softness. But her softness was now just a cushion for the oaken muscle of 
her limbs. Soon she had his hands pinned over his head in one strong hand, 
holding his chin as she kissed him hard. "You'll never have a soft woman 
again, little Fergus... now you're the candy, the toy for our pleasure...."

	Fergus was startled to see the big priestess come into view over his head, 
her stronger body lovely and towering. Then she sat her self firmly on his 
lips, and he felt Suzanne take his still-hard cock in her hand.

	"It's your turn now, Mistress - and may the Goddess' blessing be on us 
all!"
	Fergus trembled, and stiffened his resolve.