Bigfoot makes himself comfortable as he prepares to rest in his hotel bed. The bed is clearly too small for someone of Bigfoot’s stature, but after a long, strenuous journey to get some peace and quiet, he really couldn’t care less. He plops himself down, hanging his giant feet over the footboard of the bed, falling fast asleep. The hotel attendant outside in the hall, a rather clumsy witch, opens the door to greet Bigfoot, seeing he’s already fast asleep.
	“Oh! I should make an effort to be quiet, then, huh?” the witch whispers, “Then again… you know what they say about a man with big feet,” she smirks. Growing a bit curious, she tiptoes into Bigfoot’s room, approaching his bedside. She slowly lifts the covers to take a peek, but is startled by Bigfoot’s movements.
	The witch quickly steps away, feeling her face get warmer as she blushes. Observing Bigfoot, she can see that approaching him in this way could be quite difficult and a bit risky. She would have to try and wake him up to get a better look.
	I need some way to make him get out of bed. I have to see if it’s true! I’m willing to bet my broomstick that he’s a very, very large monster! Wait… maybe getting him out of bed won’t be necessary!
	The witch smiles and rolls up her sleeves, slowly wiggling her bony fingers toward Bigfoot as he lay sleeping.
	She whispers, “Dream of pleasure as you sleep, feeling good from head to feet; In this bed as soft as fleece, you will dream of sweet release!”
	At first, nothing seems to happen. Bigfoot lay sleeping, snoring as he had been since the witch walked in. Soon, Bigfoot begins to groan and moan in his sleep. The witch smiles as she watches the blankets for any sign of arousal, and sure enough, a small tent begins to form.
***
	“Mr. Foot… we hardly know each other. I mean… what if… what if it doesn’t fit?” says a tall, slender witch with a thick, firm chest and a figure that would make any woman hate her, “Plus… this is my first time… ever!”
	“Don’t you worry… I’ll take good care of you,” Bigfoot says, taking the witch’s hand and placing it on his hard shaft as he stands before her, “So how’s about you take care of me?”
	“Oh my! It’s making me so… hot! I… I don’t think I can stand this dress any longer…” the witch says, innocently beginning to take off her rather short dress. She drops her shoulder straps which delicately fall over her shoulders as she unbuttons the upper portion of her dress. The bust flaps open delicately and slowly, the dress falls off, exposing more of her spring-green flesh. The first thing Bigfoot notices is her large chest, accented perfectly with hard, dark nipples.
	“Oh, wow…” Bigfoot moans, reaching out and caressing the witch’s chest, pressing his cock against her inner thigh. He looks down at her beautiful, slender body and melts under the sight of her curvy, hourglass figure. “Mmgh, don’t make me beg!”
	The witch smiles, “I want you to. Tell me what you want, Beasty,” the witch moans, lifting Bigfoot’s finger to her mouth and gently sucking and licking on it. He moans as he feels his cock become harder, a bead of precum forming at the tip.
	“Let me fuck you… let me cum all over you! God, just let me at your gorgeous pussy!” Bigfoot moans, reaching his hand out towards the witch’s swollen, wet pussy. 
***
“Let… lemme…” Bigfoot moans in his sleep, smiling and sporting a rather impressive erection beneath his blankets.
	“Oh… it seems to be working!” says the witch, small and stout in stature, her body quite far from being a model’s frame. 
***
Bigfoot caresses and feels the witch’s swollen, wet pussy. Her mons is warm and soft to the touch. He sees the witch blushing, looking away shyly.
	“Yes… I want you to. So badly. Please, Mr. Foot…” she begs, her voice soft and sultry. She gently places her hand on his massive cock, stroking lightly, slowly adding a firm grip. She slowly drops to her knees, biting her lower lip nervously.
***
The witch lifts the covers to view her prize. Bigfoot’s cock is a rather large specimen – nearly thirteen or fourteen inches long and quite thick, leaking a rather thick amount of precum, twitching visibly.
***
	“What’re you gonna do, hmm?” Bigfoot smiles, raising a brow.
	“I… think you might like…” the witch says, leaning closer to Bigfoot’s cock. She slowly runs her tongue over his shaft, tasting his hard, warm flesh.
	Bigfoot quivers at the feel of the witch’s tongue, but what catches him off guard is the feel of snug, warm flesh wrapping around his cock. He watches as the witch wraps her breasts around his shaft, stroking him with them as she licks the tip.
	“I think… I think this is called a titfuck?” the witch blushes shyly, looking away as she strokes a bit faster with her large, firm breasts.
	“Oh, God… I… can’t hold it…”
	“You can cum on me if you want to,” says the witch, batting her lovely eyes.
	“I’m gonna… c-cum! I’m… aagh!” Bigfoot sprays his seed onto the witch’s chest, covering her breasts in his hot fluid, only to watch the witch begin to lick it up with her tongue, giggling shyly.
	“You taste so nice… I… I think we should try again. I kind of want you to do that again, but inside me.”
***
	“I don’t think I can wait much longer… and from the looks of it, neither can he…” The witch hornily murmurs to herself as Bigfoot’s shaft slowly twitches upwards, precum leaking profusely from the phallus, “What kind of spell should I put him under next?”
	“Guh… Buh… Huh?!” Bigfoot snorts and mutters, awakening to a start, noticing the horny witch in front of him, “Hey! What are you doing in my room?! And… what do you mean, spell?” the monster questions, watching the witch look under his blankets. “N-never mind, just leave! I’m trying to get some sleep here!”
	“Oh!” the witch blushes, “My… I… well… you see…”
	“What are you even doing in here, anyway?!” Bigfoot growls, embarrassed and rather upset about the witch’s prying eyes, “Can’t you see I’m sleeping?! There’s a ‘Do not Disturb’ sign on the door and everything!”
	“I’m so sorry, Mr. Foot… I just… well,” the witch blushes, giggling slightly, “I wanted to see if the rumors were true, and I… I couldn’t help but take a peek. You’re rather impressive, if that matters.”
	“I… well… th-thank you… but… you can’t just… barge in and stare at someone’s dick!” Bigfoot says, blushing, remembering the dream he had. “Wait a ‘mo. You’re a witch, aren’t you?”
	“Yes,” the witch says, unable to look away from the massive erection.
	She’s a witch… and I just dreamt about one… I mean, she may not look like the one in my dream, but she clearly wants a little something. I can tell she’s horny just by lookin’ at her. She wants a ride and I want to sleep… maybe we can work something out.
	“While you’re here… I’d like to request some… room service,” Bigfoot says, smirking, “You clearly like what you see… and I just really want to sleep. How about… I give you the ride of your life in exchange for some peace and quiet… and… maybe a few bucks knocked off the service bill?”
	The witch blushes, “Hmm, that would be against hotel policy,” she says, still unable to look away from Bigfoot’s impressive shaft, feeling herself grow damp as her stomach flutters. “What Dracula doesn’t know won’t hurt him, I suppose.”
	Bigfoot whips off his blankets, allowing his erection to fully spring to life. The strong, stiff shaft is pulsating slightly, twitching a bit as precum slowly drips down his length. His veins are thick and dark, while his cock is nothing less than muscular and impressive.
	“So… what’s that dress still doing on ya?” Bigfoot grins, raising an eyebrow.
***
	The witch stands before Bigfoot, her breasts exposed and her chubby belly and thick thighs just as visible. Though Bigfoot would rather have a tall, smoking hot witch, a small, cute and stout witch may be just as good. He watches as the witch hops up onto his bed and mounts over his lap.
	“So… what’ll you have, big guy?” the witch grins as Bigfoot places his massive hands on her sides.
	“Whatever you’ve got,” he grins, “the best room service you could possibly offer.”
“Coming right up, Mr. Foot,” the witch smiles, slowly inching upward toward Bigfoot’s waist, coming closer to his erect cock. She begins to slowly grind herself against him, watching his face go from eager to pleased almost immediately. Having to reach up a little, she wraps her small hands around his shaft, stroking him slowly up and down, feeling his precum layer her palms, lubricating her hands and allowing her to stroke a bit faster.
	“Oh, yes…” Bigfoot moans, “Mmgh, that’s good!”
	“You think that’s good? How about feeling my tight little pussy, hmm?” the witch teases, giggling shyly as she mutters a small charm, allowing her to levitate in the air. She slowly positions herself above Bigfoot’s cock, slowly lowering herself.
	Bigfoot gasps when he feels the witch’s pussy slowly begin to swallow his cock. He can feel his tip pressing against her clit, slowly sliding further back, and soon becoming buried in her warm, tight, wet hole. He grunts in pleasure, thrusting upward, but not able to go very far.
	“You’re so small,” he grins, “I can’t… fit all the way.”
	The witch grins, casting a small charm over herself again. Her body becomes taller and her limbs longer. Her frame becomes a bit more slender, but still far from model-physique. She moans as her lengthened body soon becomes proportionate to Bigfoot’s, allowing his cock to fully slip inside her. With some strain and grunts of pain, the witch’s hymen breaks and her virgin blood slowly trickles down his length.
	“Aagh…” the witch moans in pain. Soon, as she begins to ride his cock, the pain is replaced with pleasure.
	“Oh, wow… yes!” Bigfoot moans, laying his head back and allowing the witch to do as she pleases, “God… you sure this is your first time?”
	The witch says nothing, riding his cock slowly at first, but picking up the pace. Bigfoot’s hands begin to wander from her sides to her rear, squeezing her firm, pillowy ass and lifting and lowering her to help her ride faster.
	Bigfoot can feel his heart slamming against his large, muscular chest. In turn, the witch’s heart beats nearly as fast. Feeling Bigfoot’s cock inside her, throbbing almost as badly, she can’t help but moan louder, releasing her pent-up pleasure.
	“Aagh, yes! Your cock is so amazing!” the witch moans. The two are lost; from behind, it looks a bit silly – two rather oversized beings sharing a bed that is much too small. It’s not a problem for long; Bigfoot’s legs begin to spasm from such overwhelming pleasure. He lifts a foot and rests it on the footboard of the bed, only to push against it too hard, forcing it to snap off of the bed and land on the floor. He can now sprawl out and enjoy the witch atop his cock a bit more comfortably.
	The witch moans, riding harder and faster, breaking a sweat as her breasts bounce madly before him; he can’t look away. He grabs ahold of her massive chest and fondles, caresses, and kneads them to his heart’s content. Making her moan a bit more, her pussy begins to throb around his cock.
	“You’re so… g-good!” Bigfoot moans.
	“Don’t… tell Dracula… okay?” she pants, moaning and feeling Bigfoot’s cock in her belly filling her up and taking over most of her senses. She focuses only on getting him to cum, “I want you to cum, big guy… right inside!”
	“In…inside? Won’t you get…”
	“I’m a witch, trust me!” she winks, “Come on… cum inside me, baby!”
	Bigfoot’s heart flutters; there’s nothing more arousing than a man being told that he can expel his seed inside – no need to hide it, no need to clean it.
	“Yes… God, yes,” Bigfoot growls, feeling the urge to cum creeping closer. He moans as she thrusts harder up into the witch; he picks up the pace, repeating the thrusts over and over, slamming his cock harshly against her cervix.
	The witch moans, feeling her orgasm building faster. She can’t help but scream in pleasure – Bigfoot reaches up and covers the witch’s mouth, preventing her screams from escaping the room. Her eyes begin to water as her body begins to spasm. She can feel it creeping closer. Squeezing her eyes shut, she moans loudly as she releases herself, allowing her body to succumb to the pleasure crashing over her entire core. She cums hard, allowing her fluids to spray out beneath her, soaking Bigfoot’s fur.
	Bigfoot moans loudly, slamming repeatedly into the witch. With each thrust, the witch’s spell begins to wear off, making her shorter and shorter, inch by inch.
	“I’m… I’m gonna cum!” Bigfoot moans, roaring loudly, making the bed rumble. He releases his seed deeply into the witch’s womb, just as she returns to her normal size. The cum flows out of her quickly, soaking her lower body in his hot seed.
	As the two spasm together, moaning as they tremble in pleasure, they pant and catch their breath.
***
	“We’re a mess,” the witch giggles, sounding almost as shy as the more slender witch in Bigfoot’s dream.
	“I guess so…” Bigfoot moans, panting, “So, what do we do now? I mean… how do we explain this?”
	“I think you’re my favorite tenant,” the witch winks, “I’ve never done this before… but I don’t think I’d ever find anyone who can fuck like you can,” she blushes, “And… we don’t tell anyone. It’ll be our little secret.”
	Bigfoot is flattered, blushing a bit as his fur stands on end around his neck and on his arms and legs. “Do you… maybe want to get some dinner later?” he asks, feeling compelled to at least pay her back somehow.
	“Hmm… I’ll see if I have time off later,” the witch giggles, getting off the bed. With a wave of her hand, the mess of mixed fluids is cleaned and the footboard is repaired. “Could this stay between us?”
	“Of course,” Bigfoot says, amazed at the witch’s magic. “Wait… uh… what’s your name, by the way?”
	“I’m Tilda. Get some rest, big guy,” the witch winks, leaving the room and closing the door behind her, leaving Bigfoot alone for a much needed, refreshing rest. The witch leans outside the door, smiling and feeling satisfied.
	He’s so amazing! His cock is just so big and… mmgh! I hope he wakes up soon. I have a good idea in mind for some dessert after that dinner he wants! But does he want me… or the other version of me I conjured into his dream? I guess it doesn’t matter… I can be anything he wants, after all! I’ll do whatever it takes to have another go at that beautiful cock!