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The Witches of Kappa Gamma Delta, Chapter 15
🕑 Added 2021-11-01 01:28:30 +0000 UTCHappy Halloween ya'll! <3 <3
Chapter 15
A month passed, and a week after midterms were done, it was suddenly Halloween. The college campus was abuzz with the excitement of the spooky day. Many students had decided to go to class in costume, and the normally-homogenous clothing of the student body was suddenly alive with the flashy and sparkling creative variety of their costumes. Comic book heroes and villains, movie cosplays, political figures with disparaging twists, sexy nurses (and a couple sexy Joker nurses), anime characters, and of course the usual and expected garden variety of ghosts, skeletons…and witches.
Along the sorority row, the large houses had been decked out in all manner of Halloween decor — makeshift gravestones dotted the lawns, and fake spider webs covered the porches and archways. One of the houses, though, had no need for extra decorations. The Kappa Gamma Delta house looked spookily imposing all year long, and the large, gnarled elm tree in the front yard, with its elongated, stretching, finger-like branches, looked more Halloween-esque than any of the store-bought decorations of the other houses. There was no need for any of the KGD girls to buy any fake spider webs — year-round (but especially now, in late October), their front porch was covered by the elaborately-funneled webs of real spiders. Visitors to the house had often privately remarked on this strange and noticeable phenomenon, but none of the KGD sorority girls seemed to care.
In fact, one young man (who had only attended one KGD party and never gone back) often told a story of seeing a huge, tall dark-haired girl (taller than him by a good foot or so) go over to a lantern on the porch, where a cloud of gnats had been buzzing, attracted to the light, and swiped at them with a huge, sharp-nailed hand, nabbing the entire swarm in one fell swoop. He had then seen her calmly stride over to a particularly thick bunch of spider webs at the corner of the porch, with all the gnats in her clenched fist, and tapped the webs with a long finger. Dozens, maybe even hundreds, of black spiders had responded, emerging up from their webs, their reflective eyes upturned towards the dark-haired amazon. And then she had tossed the gnats straight at them, catching them all in the webs, so they were helpless for the spiders to feed upon.
At least, that was how the story went. When it came to the Kappa Gamma Delta sorority, no one really knew what to believe and what not to — there was no question that an unusual variety of strange and uncanny stories seemed to emerge from people who had gone to those parties, or even lingered or loitered too long around the house. People claimed to hear strange noises — cries, banging, dissonant voices — and more than a few had noticed animals behaving strangely around the house itself. Sometimes dogs would bark and whine in fear, pulling their owners away, and sometimes they would wag their tails and do the opposite, trying to pull them closer. A number of cats always seemed to be lounging on the large front porch, and if people had taken a closer look, they would have noted that the cats never so much as eyed the ravens roosting in the large elm tree.
Most of all, though, everyone privately acknowledged that the KDG girls were different in one very conspicuous way: they were taller, bigger, and curvier than other women. Most people wrote this difference off with a simple explanation: ‘It’s an athletic sorority…they all play basketball or volleyball or…something.’ For anyone who looked a little closer, though, they found that none of them did. And if they kept looking, they discovered that normal-sized girls who joined the sorority were anything but a year or two later. The thing was, though, that whenever someone looked that deep into the conundrum, they tended to disappear from ordinary society. A strange, hushed fear hung over the sorority, and, as if by some weird and unspoken group agreement, people didn’t seem to talk about it too much. Those who did seemed to melt away into the sorority’s secretive culture.
John was sitting in a rocking chair on the KGD front porch, staring down at the street below. His legs were dangling slightly, even though the rocking chair itself was normal-sized. He was wrapped up in a warm blanket to protect him from the chilly October wind that had kicked up and was now nipping at his face, stinging his cheeks. Beside him, Nora was sitting cross-legged on the porch floor, carefully carving a series of runes into the wooden planks with a shiny, twisted knife. Every once in a while, she muttered something under her breath, and a flash of dark purple flame burst out of thin air and burned black the carved indentations she had made. John could see that Nora wasn’t alone. All around the KGD grounds, other sorority sisters were doing similar things…they were carving strange, arcane symbols into the elm tree, into the pillars on the porch, into the sides of the house, and even on the roof. With all of the Halloween parties that were beginning along the street — with people gathering on the front lawns and porches, drinking, laughing, and having a good time, the activities of the KGD sisters seemed inconspicuous. It just looked like they were putting the finishing touches on their decorations, and getting ready for a party.
But John knew that they weren’t getting ready for a party. There had been a party, oh yes…but it had been the weekend before. He still felt like he was recovering from that one, and he couldn’t help but smile a little as he thought back to Harper standing over him in the morning with her hands on her hips, her big, curvy naked body shining in all its morning glory, as she grinned down at him.
“Well!” she had laughed, her full breasts shaking above his curled-up body, “Rise and shine! Looks like we need to go shopping for some news clothes for you after all that, huh?”
John’s smile widened as he remembered his reaction. All he could manage was a weak little moan, and Harper’s eyebrows had immediately gone up, creasing in pity, as she sank herself back down into bed with him, cuddling him, petting him, and covering his neck and cheeks with soft kisses.
“Sorry John…I’m sorry,” she had whispered in his ear, licking it lovingly, “I forget how drained you feel after we…do it like that, haha…take your time, honey. We can go shopping whenever. We can stay in bed all day, if that’s what you want.”
They had stayed in bed all day, and Harper had seemed only too happy to continue massaging his shoulders, drawing her big hands across his back, scratching it lovingly, while she kept sweetly and softly kissing him, sighing into his ears as they watched some of their favorite Netflix shows. In the end, she had been the one to fall back asleep, trapping him under her large arm.
The wind whipped up, blowing John’s short brown hair, jarring him a little out of that warm recent memory. He looked down and saw that Nora’s long, silver-white hair was also being blown. She looked up from her cross-legged position, staring off towards the East. John blinked, looking at her, momentarily in awe. He belonged to Harper, and Harper alone, but sometimes he couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the power and beauty of the witches around him. Nora’s face, in this moment, was stoically beautiful, her long hair blowing out behind her like she was riding against the Western wind. But there was a seriousness to her features that normally wasn’t there. Of all the older witches, Ariel tended to be the more serious one. Nora and Vera (and a few others John had come to know) were generally more laid-back.
But today was different. Somehow, John just knew. He hadn’t talked about it with anyone yet, but he knew in his bones that, for the witches of Kappa Gamma Delta, Halloween was far, far more than just a fun little holiday when people dressed up and got drunk.
Nora glanced up at John, the chilly wind still dancing through her hair. Even though she was sitting on the porch floor, and John was sitting in the rocking chair, the top of her head was nearly even with his. Even as she turned toward him, he felt the power and authority in her movements.
“Cold there, little guy?” she asked, her stoic expression softening into a smile.
“I…a little, yeah,” John answered. Over the past month, he had gotten a little more used to talking with the other sorority girls, but even still, when the 6’6 (or 6’7 now…he wasn’t sure) Nora talked to him, he wasn’t able to avoid feeling a bit tongue-tied. She was just so beautiful…and huge.
“Aww, waiting for Harper in the cold?” she chuckled. “You know, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you went inside. The sun’s about to go down, so it’s only going to get colder. And around our house tonight, it’ll be colder than it is anywhere else.”
“Um, no…no that’s ok,” John answered. “I kind of like waiting out here, seeing you all…do what you’re doing, and watching other people on the street. They really have no idea, do they?”
“I don’t think they do,” laughed Nora. “And those of them who do…well, they keep it to themselves.”
John was silent for a few moments. Nora seemed to have paused in her carving, and had turned back to look East.
“Does it bother you?” he blurted out suddenly, making her turn back towards him inquiringly. “Halloween, I mean.”
“Why, whatever do you mean?” smiled Nora, gesturing her large arm and hand down the street. “Look at all the houses — cobwebs, skeletons, monsters, ghosts…witches…hahaha! What’s not to like?”
“B-But, I mean…aren’t…aren’t they, like…making a spectacle of…the day?” John asked. He didn’t really know what he was saying; he was just trying to understand. “Like, I know the day — this day — has special meaning for you all. I haven’t talked with Harper about it, so I don’t really know, but…you’ve all been carving things everywhere all day, chanting spells, drinking those special potions…”
“Mhmm,” nodded Nora, still smiling.
“S-So…so I know it’s an important day for you all,” John continued. “And here everyone else is, dressing up like…like “witches” and axe murderers and playing beer pong and getting wasted and watching “spooky” movies and…and I—I mean, doesn’t it seem a little…insulting to you all?”
Nora pursed her lips together in a sweet smile and shuffled her large butt over to the rocking chair without standing up. The next thing John knew, she had extended out a huge hand and was petting him softly on the side of his cheek. John immediately blushed, feeling her touch. Even though Nora had been out on the porch all afternoon in the chilly breeze, her hand was extremely warm.
“Aww, you are really just the sweetest little thing, John,” she cooed, blinking her pale blue eyes at him (which were nearly level with his own). “Harper truly did luck out with you, you know.” She continued petting him for a few moments, seemingly lost in what she was doing, but then she blinked, appearing to remember something, and quickly turned back to look down the sorority steps as she backed away from him a little. John could have sworn he saw her sigh a little in relief.
“I appreciate your concern,” Nora continued, turning back to him and placing both of her hands on her knees, “And I understand where you’re coming from, but we don’t mind the “mainstreaming” of the holiday at all. I mean, hahaha, just look at that group down there!”
She pointed down at the sidewalk, where a collection of young women dressed as witches were excitedly chattering amongst themselves as they hustling down the pavement toward another sorority house down the way, which was already starting to get rowdy with booming music, flashing strobe lights, and gathering crowds of laughing, costumed students ready to party.
“They’re absolutely precious!” laughed Nora, again turning back to John, her pale eyes sparkling at him in the dying light of the day. She blinked and became a bit more serious, even though the remnant of her bright smile remained. “Look, we’re under no illusions here — we’re members of an ancient sect, John…a group that has remained in the shadows for centuries, often for good reason. We couldn’t be happier that the arcane superstitions of old have given way to a more…shall we say, relaxed attitude toward the supernatural. Ordinary people don’t know what to believe anymore, so they just have fun with it! But in the past, everyone believed in witches, and it didn’t go so well for us, did it?”
“I…guess not,” replied John, privately reminding himself that he really did need to brush up on his history a little bit, if only because he was dating Harper. She had told him some things, but she was still in the early stages of learning too.
“Mmm yes,” continued Nora, “We’re happy that people are beginning to relax and enjoy themselves.” Her eyes seemed to flash a different shade of something…maybe purple…for a moment, so quickly that John wasn’t sure if he was just seeing things. “These days, it’s when people just decide to let loose and have fun that they actually get the closest to the primal reality of our magic. They don’t know it, but on this day, a lot of them really do actually FEEL it, you know?”
John nodded, feeling his skin rise up in goosebumps. He knew exactly what Nora was talking about. Ever since he had been a child, Halloween had always felt…different, somehow. The chill in the air, the way the darkness of the night descended…the strange magic that seemed to tingle and vibrate in the air. Since getting older, he had always assumed that these feelings were just the result of his overactive child-imagination, but now he wasn’t so sure. Over the past month, he had seen things…things that had made him completely re-think his entire worldview, and everything he had taken for granted.
“Wh-what…what happens with you guys?” he asked, again not able to help himself. “What happens…on Halloween that’s…I mean, that’s…you know…oh god, I don’t even know what I’m asking…”
Nora laughed again, scrunching her face at him.
“You’re so nervous! Hahaha relax, John — you’ll find out!” She suddenly turned and looked back down the steps, and John could see the side of her cheek bunching up in a smile. She turned back to him.
“Harper will fill you in,” she smiled, and then stood up, reached her arms, and stretched, brushing the ceiling of the porch with her fingers. At the same time, she snapped her fingers and knocked on the roof hatch on the ceiling, which promptly popped open. Her boyfriend, Little Bull, as John now knew him, poked his head out.
“The runes are finished, LB,” Nora intoned, “The sun is setting. It’s almost time to draw up the circle…but first, I’m thirsty.” She winked down at John as she flicked her finger against the large erection that was now prodding her in the cheek. John still hadn’t gotten used to seeing the insane size difference between Nora and her boyfriend, especially when the outlandish size of his cock contrasted so drastically with his shriveled, stunted body. Just seeing Nora’s big, full arm reaching up towards his body was incredible enough, but an instant later, she had pulled him down from the ceiling hatch, holding his whole body by his massive, erect cock, as shut the door with her other hand. The tiny man, who couldn’t have been more than 4 feet tall now, hung in her grip, everything but his cock limp, soft, and submissive.
“Gonna leave you two alone,” Nora chuckled down at John, winking at him, before turning to her boyfriend and staring down hard into his face.
“Ooooooo I can feel it boiling in those big balls, Little Bull,” she cooed down at him, lifting him up and down, up and down, by his big cock, as she walked into the sorority house through the front door. John couldn’t help but watch them go. Nora was bending down low towards him, flicking her tongue back and forth with that insane speed, while she made lewd sucking sounds down at him.
“Flathathathathathathaflllshgshggllshhhglshshhhh! I’m gonna suck it all down…gotta have my belly full before we draw the circle, Little Bull…no distractions…no distractions…gllllauurrgghhhhflshflshhhhhh!”
Just hearing Nora’s lewd, sexy sounds was enough to send a bit of a charge through John’s groin, even though he would never have wished himself in the place of Little Bull. Their relationship was interesting, but it still made him a little leery. Nora was unquestionably sexy, but John was happy that Harper wasn’t really anything like her.
He turned back toward the steps and saw her. Without him realizing it, Harper had been ascending the stairs quietly, all decked out in her customary skin-tight jeans and t-shirt…except today, she was wearing a long, blood-red satin shawl that covered her shoulders, her neck, and her entire back. Her bright face grinned at him, framed by her gorgeous flow of red hair. Her hazel eyes sparkled like jewels behind her hair, piercing him, making him feel warm. He sprang up out of the rocking chair, nearly tripping on himself, and ran up to meet her. Harper started laughing, holding out her arms to embrace him. She was still two full steps down from the porch.
“Hahaha eeeeasy, John, easy!” she laughed. “Don’t hurt yourself!”
“Hey!” he replied warmly, reaching her and sinking his body into her warm embrace. He was always thrilled to see his girlfriend, but something about being with her today…tonight…as the sun set…just the fact that she was there with him made him feel incredibly safe and secure, in a way that he had never felt before. It didn’t feel childlike or juvenile in any way — he just felt…complete.
After a few moments, he stepped back out of the embrace and looked at her. Harper’s wide grin was only slightly above his own now.
“Huh,” he mused aloud, tilting his head to the side as he pretended to measure the top of his head against hers, “I coulda sworn you were…a little taller before. What’s the matter? Did you shrink?”
“Oho maybe I did,” chuckled Harper, playing along as she stuck her tongue into the inside of her cheek. “Maybe I messed up, adding rosewood instead of wormwood to that potion yesterday. OR…”
And here, she took the final two stairs up, causing John to back away, giving her room. The first step she took, he was staring into the bottom of her chin, and after the second and final step, he was now staring straight forward into the middle of her large, jutting breasts, which expanded out on either side of him, wider than his shoulders.
“OR maybe I was just letting you feel big for a second,” continued Harper, looming over him now, “Before I burst your little bubble and reminded you that you’re an entire foot shorter than me now.”
John felt his mouth twitch up in a smile, even as he had to gather his wits about him. There was a long list of things he was still getting used to, and the amazing size difference between himself and Harper was on the top of that list. He felt himself hardening against his jeans…jeans which had been noticeably tighter a week before.
“Hmmm, a little tongue-tied, are we?” Harper chuckled, bending down and cupping his chin lovingly in her hand. “Mmmm, let me untie it for you.” She closed her eyes and leaned in, kissing him tenderly, and John felt his entire mouth become enveloped in the hot, sweet softness of her lips. His eyes fluttered back into his head as he reached up for her, groping around her back to her large ass. Harper smiled against him as she laughed into his mouth, still kissing him. Her tongue was working wonders inside his mouth, flipping over, vibrating, twisting, turning, writhing, gyrating in ways that made John’s entire body feel like it was a tightly-wound, heated coil, ready to snap into a million pieces. He felt her big arm sweep around his back, hugging him close, and then, with a sudden deft movement, lifting him up off the porch floor. His feet were dangling in the air now, and still the kiss continued, finally abating a full minute later when Harper put him down, breathing heavily. John was blinking and panting too, staring up her breasts into her beautiful flushed face.
“There are some things I gotta do tonight,” said Harper slowly, “But before that…wanna…?”
John nodded. At 5’1, it was impossible not to feel overwhelmed in Harper’s presence, especially now that she had grown to a towering 6’1 in less than a month’s time since they had started dating. But he was madly in love with her, and she with him. He stared forward into her huge, heaving breasts, down her stomach, to her thick, wide hips, which couldn’t quite hide her big ass that peeked around from both sides. How could he possibly refuse?
A few hours later, they were in Harper’s bedroom, which was dark and lit with special red candles that she had made from scratch over the previous week with special wax and infused oils. John was sitting on the bed, watching Harper finish quietly chanting to herself — she was sitting on the floor, surrounded by a collection of the candles, and she had just finished carving some kind of rune into the wooden floorboards with her own bright, twisted knife. John had seen little flames, of black, blue, and purple, burst from the air every once in a while, seemingly in response to certain muttered chants that Harper was uttering, and finally, when the ritual was ending, her floor carving began to glow a fiery orange, then red, then black, before fizzling out with her final words:
“Das sich ausruhen ist schweigen,” muttered Harper quietly, and just like that, the heavy darkness in the room seemed to abate a little. But John still felt it — the presence of something huge and heavy…and unseen — in the room.
After the ritual, Harper joined John in the bed and took him in her arms, cuddling him quietly. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes. She seemed to be reflecting, and John didn’t want to interrupt it. Even still, he was burning with curiosity, and finally decided to ask her:
“Hey…”
“Hey…” she replied softly, caressing his neck with her long fingers.
“So…what does Halloween mean to you…to you guys?” he asked, feeling slightly ridiculous. “I—I mean, if you wanna tell me ab—”
“Mmmm, of course I’ll tell you,” she said in a warm whisper. She tightened her arms a little around him, and swung her big thigh up over his torso, turning him sideways so they were looking at each other. John noticed that, in this position, her hips were easily three times the height of his…already.
“I could talk for hours about all the history behind it,” Harper chuckled, “And I’m sure as I understand it more I’ll be able to describe it better. There’s not a lot I can put into words right now, because I’m still learning. Phoebe…she…she’s teaching me…and it’s still pretty early."
John nodded. He couldn’t forget the Head Girl, who was probably over 8 feet tall by now. And Harper…well, she had basically made it plain to everyone that Harper was going to succeed her in a couple year’s time. John still hadn’t wrapped his mind around all this yet, but he knew that Harper hadn’t either. They were both in it together.
“But I can tell you this,” Harper said quietly, brushing the side of his cheek with her finger, “Tonight is the night where the film that separates the “normal” world from the spirit world becomes…porous. Usually, it’s hard to blend the two together, and it takes powerful magic to accomplish that, magic that I can’t do yet. But on Halloween…well, on Halloween, something happens to that boundary of separation. It weakens…it falters…small little holes form in it, if only for a night. And on that night, this night…the spirits of the dead, of the other world…they are free to walk among us.”
Murmurings and whispers came flitting through the air, and the darkness seemed to close around them. Harper held John to her tighter, and he smelled her sweet breath. He knew he wasn’t hallucinating. He really was hearing those whispers…those voices…from another world. But he wasn’t scared. He was with Harper, in the KGD house, and he knew he was safe.
“For us, this is a solemn day,” Harper continued, “And we have to perform the necessary rituals to protect ourselves, and to see to it that the spirits of our dead are protected too. You see, some of the spirits are…not very nice. And they come back, looking for us. Those of us who live close to that boundary.”
She was silent for a long while, still holding John close to her. The whisperings and murmurings around continued, but they didn’t get any louder than before.
“I’m sorry,” said John quietly.
“Sorry?” asked Harper, breathing down at him kindly, “Sorry for what?”
“That you all have to deal with that,” he replied, suddenly feeling very sad for them. “That…that sounds like a lot. And here everyone else is, partying, dressing up, having a grand old ti—”
“Oh no, no!” chuckled Harper softly, reaching her hand down into his crotch as she cupped his cock and balls in her hand, stroking him gently. “No, John, you’ve got it all mixed up! We LIKE it that people celebrate tonight. They’re doing what people used to do, hundreds of years before, but their attitude is different now. You see, people used to believe in witches, in magic, in —”
“Oh yeah, yeah Nora was telling me about that,” nodded John.
“Mhmm…” hummed Harper, gently shaking his cock and balls more in her hand. His erection was coming alive. “And after a while, people mostly stopped believing in all that stuff…but there’s still that strange feeling that people get, even in the midst of all their science and all their progress and all their achievement…that they’re jussssst beginning to scratch the surface of reality. That maybe there’s so, so much out there that they don’t understand, and that they can’t even conceive of.”
Harper’s hand was now vibrating against John’s crotch; the vibration was gentle, yet staggeringly unnatural. There was no way any human could move their hand so fast, could vibrate their hand like that. John glanced down and saw that Harper’s forearm was flexed against his leg, and he couldn’t help but think that her forearm itself wasn’t too much smaller than his calf. Apparently, the vibration was taking some effort on her part, but by the gentle way she was whispering into his ear, he would never have known it.
“And when people dress up in cute little costumes,” continued Harper, “And have fun and drink and watch scary movies and feel “spooky” together, they’re feeding that part of themselves, the part in touch with that other world…the part that’s mysterious and strange and uncanny and maybe even a little creepy. And the more they do that, the more those malevolent spirits are kept at bay.”
Harper stopped her vibration and flipped the sheet up, revealing John’s proud erection in the flickering candlelight. He was now almost 9 inches…and getting bigger each week. Harper turned to him, her gorgeous face partially obscured in darkness. But John could see that she was smiling at him, and a liquid warmth spread across his whole body.
“I wanna suck it,” she breathed down to him. “You want me to suck it?”
John nodded. He would try to last as long as he could, but he knew that it wouldn’t be long.
A moment later, Harper was yawning her mouth open, down towards his pulsating cock.
*Aaawwwwwwwooooooooggth*
With a soft, gentle, syrupy thrust, she impaled her face down on his cock, going down, down, down, hugging his entire length in the tight warmth of her slippery mouth, until her lips kissed the base of his midsection. She had easily swallowed the whole thing. And then, very slowly, she came back up…up and up and uuuppp…until her full lips kissed his tip, and then slid it dowwwwwn down down again, all the way to the base. She kept doing this, without stopping, without changing her speed or intensity, for thirty minutes. Whenever John came, she swallowed it swiftly down, and then kept at it, hungry for more, determined to empty him out completely. When he finally passed sweetly out, she gave him a few more good gentle pumps with her throat before slurping up off him at last. She hugged him close to her and pulled the heavy comforter over them both. She felt his body starting to shrink in her arms, as her hips and legs swelled around him. Outside, the whisperings and murmurings continued, punctuated by the occasional distant cry of some forlorn soul. But Harper knew that she was safe…that they were safe…and she closed her eyes, feeling cozier than she had ever felt in her entire life.
Comments
Joyce Julep
This story has a long way to go, haha <3
Damn finally caught up…Here’s hoping for more incoming!
Joyce Julep
Thanks Steven! Yeah it was fun to return to these characters again! I'm hoping to keep updating this story semi-frequently going forward :)
stevebasic
Fantastic chapter for the holiday, great to see this story back again :)
