Kinktober 2025

Tracey Barebottom

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Commissioned by Franco

I strutted, magic flowing through me, dancing purple and green around my fingertips. Wherever I went, I, of course, turned heads – as was well my right! Anthros were lucky to even be allowed in my presence, to bask in my size, to adore me with their eyes. I might even have allowed some to touch me, from time to time, but that wasn’t what being a witch was all about, at least not for me.

As I swung my wide hips through the artisan market, I naturally carved a path through the crowd. Sure, there were fancy stalls there and nice food to eat, but they wouldn’t give me or anyone else the expansion I craved. It was more than a fetish, really, but a calling. For many years, I’d poured more and more of my power into my ass, thicker than I was tall – and who wouldn’t want that?

“Who’s that?”

“She’s so big…”

“What’s a polar bear doing around here?”

I only grinned, the twinkling lights hardly enough to put me off as anthros backed off, shorter than me. There weren’t many, like me, over seven-feet-tall, but I liked that too. I liked towering over most people, so I was easier for them to enjoy. Being that I always went about naked in such environments, there was really no need for me to hide who I was, breasts out and exposed, though my thick thighs somewhat hid the dark-skinned folds of my pussy from view. But that wasn’t what I was all about, where my attention darted so lustfully. 

I was going to give all the femfurs at the market something to take home with them, yes: something that would be far better than any treats or gifts they could pick up there.

“Time to put my magic to good use!”

I clapped my paws together, the black paw pads smooth and wide, though I still had easy use of my fingers. None of that clunky, awkward paw-pad stuff for me, no. I had work to do and I fixed my eyes on a grey-furred wolfess with a shawl around her shoulders.

Oh, no… That wouldn’t do, wouldn’t do! She was entirely too skinny, horrifyingly slim. I couldn’t possibly walk on by without helping her out, for the poor thing must have suffered terribly before I came along.

I didn’t meet her eyes but focused on her ass instead, a flow of purple and green magic sparking from my fingertips in soft, rolling waves. The wolfess gasped as it merged with her, sinking into her butt and forcing it to throb, to swell, to grow.

It had to be bigger, so much bigger! Maybe not as big as my glorious ass, of course, but still. No one could ever be as magnificent as me and I beamed as she squirmed, luxurious heat flooding her. Her ass swelled into her skirt, which was, at least, long enough to cover her ass. If she wanted modesty, well, she could have that for a little while longer. Even as she pressed her paws to her crotch over the flowing fabric of her skirt and rubbed herself furiously, moans filling the air. Her ass grew, forcing her skirt to hitch up higher and higher, the weight of it making her rock back, adjusting her balance. That was something the wolf would get used to, however, as her ass easily grew three sizes, her underwear ripping under her skirt while she tried to contain the rising arousal.

“You’re welcome!”

I laughed as I moved on, eyes already fixed on a cougar at a hot drink stall. Whether or not it was alcoholic was none of my concern as I flicked my fingers, sending a burst of magic into her backside. The cougar – so cute with her long tail – yowled shortly and dropped her drink, spilling it over the wooden counter, but little details like that ceased to matter. I licked my lips, pouring a little more magic into her as her ass inflated, filling out her trousers.

Ugh. Trousers. Who’d ever put something like that on to hide such fine butts? Anthros hiding themselves from me, femfurs, really shouldn’t have been allowed, for my eye was specific and hardly wandering. I nipped at my lip, watching intently as she cried out, pulling at her trousers as she pushed them down, though her ass expanded far too swiftly for her to get them down in time. They split between the legs as she huffed for breath, whiskers quivering, and I fluttered my fingers at her.

“No need to thank me…”

I just let it all happen, enjoying the thickness of her juicy, growing ass as it shoved her underwear down, despite it ending up rather tight around her thighs. The lucky thing would have to buy a whole new set of underwear just to fit her huge ass, but that was just one more joy I could give her. Her tail pushed up higher, revealing the seductive curve of her ass, and I murmured my pleasure under my breath.

Others at the artisan market, in the evening glow, noted what I was doing, though the femfurs didn’t seem to know what to do about me. I wasn’t interested in the males – ugh. Who could ever have looked twice at them? It was just the ladies, yes, them. They were all that took my eye, lust rising within me as my boobs bounced with a skip in my step, already focusing my attention on a fox and a rabbit couple.

Oh, they were so cute together – not for me. Just for me to transform, pushing my magic roughly into them. All of my transformations, of course, would be permanent, but it wouldn’t have been a nice thing for me to do at all for them if it had been temporary. A jolt of my power throbbed into them both as they gasped and clung to one another, paws all over each other, squeezing and groping. It was a shame, as they passionately and rather sloppily kissed, the bunny shorter than the vixen, they didn’t seem to go for each other’s butts, focusing more on breasts and hips. But I could work with that too, letting their boobs expand a little more into their soft, flowing tops, the rise of their tits pushing up over the neckline.

However, it was their butts that needed some serious attention; just how they could have gone around being so flat was horrifying, just a travesty I couldn’t allow to continue, not even for a single moment more. Magic, more and more of it, poured into their asses, bloating them out as they ripped straight through their trousers, the seams splitting to allow the glorious outpouring of flesh. I didn’t care for the clothes ruined in the process, for they were all mere afterthoughts for giving the femfurs the bodies they deserved.

Maybe it was, ever so slightly, just for my attention and eye too, drinking in the sight, how their clothes pulled and lightly dug into their flesh, like they were trying to stop the draw of my power. But nothing could really do that, not as I groaned and licked my lips, letting their bodies fulfil their true purpose in life. It was all they needed, paws finally slipping all the way down to their hyper inflating backsides. Their butts grew, swelling with new spills of fat and muscle, rounding out beautifully as they were freed from their clothes. Their flesh jiggled even as their asses wonderfully grew to be wider than their bodies and they struggled to contain themselves, their kisses growing increasingly salacious with every moment.

“Aw, just enjoy it!”

I waved them on, though they had more trouble with their bloated butts than I did, even though I was the biggest of them all. I was well-used to walking with my beautiful body, after all, my ass and hips and thighs lustfully expanded. I could even add more to them, if I liked, but that was entirely my decision. At that time, all I wanted to do was share my gift with the world.

More femfurs fell to my powers, a brown bear the perfect body for me to expand. As with the fox and rabbit couple, I let my powers balloon down her thighs and up to her hips, expanding everything together as their lower halves inflated, swelling with magic only I could share. The brown bear moaned, clawing at her shorter skirt, though she didn’t get it hitched up in time to stop the waistband straining and pinging the button free. 

That was okay, however, as I watched her sit back on the ground, sending more of my magic out to all of the beautiful femfurs around me, so they could all enjoy having bigger butts and thighs while I enjoyed the show. My magic had different effects on different femfurs, but the brown bear seemed to get the most exquisite arousal, ripping away her underwear even as her butt bloated out so she was perched on it, legs kicked out to the side.

And I was treated to the best show possible, her fingers digging ravenously into the suddenly swollen, practically dripping folds of her pussy. Even then, I caught the lewd squelch her fingers made delving into the delicious heat of her sex, making even my mouth water. I wished I could be a part of it with her, but I had so much joy to spread through the market and I had to keep going. I could only spare a moment to lust after her as she masturbated, her thumb dragging sensationally against her clit while desire overcame her.

That was what I was all about: bringing the heat to femfurs who truly deserved to explore the beauty of having their asses and thighs expanded, swelling beyond their wildest dreams. Everyone around me, the femfurs, moaned and pulled at their clothes as the magic I’d sent into them had their bodies widening, hips pushing out as their asses raced to keep up. Fat billowed sensually down their thighs, straining their clothes where they could not get them pushed down or off in time, but that didn’t matter. The hyper ass and thigh inflation would continue regardless, so no one would be left out.

I had to spread my powers, a smile on my black lips as I enjoyed the thrill of it all, getting to see them squirm out of their clothes as they adjusted to the new balance of their bodies. There could be nothing better than seeing them squeezing the new, massive rounds of their asses, fingers lusciously digging into fresh flesh. It was just what they needed, every last bit of it, and my influence spread out into the market, further and further, allowing more subtle transformations to flow into them.

It didn’t have to be overt, after all, my little gift. Pleasure came with it, but there’d be some femfurs in the market who’d only realise after they got home just how their butts were growing, how their clothes were fitting more tightly than before. They’d fill out their trousers and underwear, even adjusting the fit of their skirts, bit by bit, allowing them to truly relish in the exhilarating heat rising through them. 

Everyone needed a big ass – all the femfurs, that was. I didn’t waste my powers on those less deserving, squeezing my thighs together and clasping my paws while I watched the brown bear scream through climax. Her lust echoed through the fancy market as I felt my own need rise, but that was a hot little something I’d take care of later. The bear rocked forward onto all fours, allowing her weight to drop to her right shoulder so she could keep her paw shoved between her thighs, her huge ass wobbling in the air as she thrust it high.

“Yes… Yes, you are welcome, so very welcome.”

I spread my arms, basking in the glow of their ass expansion. No one would be as glorious as me, of course, but I could let a little of my gift and joy be shared with them too.

Tracey Barebottom, after all, was nothing if not expansive!