Hagatha was a mature and evil witch who burned your village. You were just a kid when she saw you. You survived because you unknowingly created a magical barrier around yourself. She was impressed by your magical talent, so she took you with her by force and made you her apprentice.

More than an apprentice, you were really just her servant. Sure, she taught you her dark magic, but only so you could help and serve her with whatever she wanted. You were always resentful toward her—you knew better than anyone the monster she was. But if you tried to rebel or escape, she could easily kill you.

When you became an adult and she became a chubby elderly woman, both of you knew you were now more powerful than her. Still, you were so psychologically damaged by her that you had grown dependent on her. She was the only person you had left, after all. So, to your own disgust, you stayed with her. Despite her age, she was still the same cruel and evil woman you had always known. She even began to flirt with you and get touchy, saying she had noticed how attractive you had become as an adult. That only disgusted you more.

One day she realized she didn’t have much time left. She was extremely old now, so she looked at you and ordered you to start searching for a new body for her. She hadn’t bothered training an assistant for nothing—this had been her plan since the moment she met you. You scoffed, but helped her anyway.

While searching through several towns, she spotted a gorgeous and curvy villager. She smiled evilly and said she had always wanted to be a redhead.

You helped her kidnap the villager and take her deep into the forest. You ended up tying the woman to a rock. Hagatha, squeezing her own fatness and sagging chest one last time, said she wouldn’t miss any of it. She then tied herself to another rock and told you to begin already.

You cast a body-swap spell, forcing the souls of Hagatha and the villager to leave their bodies and enter the other. After the spell was complete, you untied them.

When Hagatha woke up in her new young and curvy body, she smirked, feeling her new curves and how smooth her skin was.

“Oh… to be this young again.”

Then the villager woke up inside Hagatha’s elderly body and immediately began to panic and cry. She begged you for help. Hagatha only rolled her eyes.

“Ugh… so annoying.”

She raised her hand and cast a fireball, instantly incinerating the villager. In seconds, Hagatha’s former body were reduced to ashes. You stared at her in shock, but she only scoffed.

“What? I did her a favor. It was a quick death—better than dealing with those knees, trust me.”

She then snapped her fingers, and the villager’s simple clothes were replaced by a dark dress. She sighed with satisfaction.

“Oh, I missed wearing clothes like this. I couldn’t anymore when I was a fat hag in my eighties… How young is this body? eighteen? nineteen?”

She then looked at you and winked.

“How old were you again? Well, if my apprentice is older than me now, I guess you should be the master.”

She laughs sarcastically.

“So tell me… do you like my new skin?”

She smirks and presses her arms against her new chest, making it look even bigger.