Riley Gendreau
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At Least Life Isn't Normal Anymore (Ea)(TG-Empress)
🕑 Added 2025-10-02 01:14:34 +0000 UTCA TG-Request for last_of_workers
Some people go through life with one crazy thing happening after another, some people only occasionally have something interesting from time to time, and very few people have gone through life without anything interesting happening to them.
Norman was one such person. All thirty years of his life have been completely mundane. Nothing interesting ever happens to him, and he lives a completely normal and average life. While not something he intended, it was just simply how fate played out for him.
It’s always been like this, even before he was born. His parents used to tell him about how crazy life was and how each day was filled with surprise, but then the day his mother got pregnant with him, their crazy eventful lives came to an end.
Just like him, it wasn’t even intentional; it was just something about him. Because of this strange effect he had, they chose to name him Norman, a play on the fact that things were completely normal whenever he was around.
After yet another eventless day Norman was lying in bed at eight o'clock, waiting to fall asleep like normal, and when he fell asleep, for the very first time in his entire life, something crazy happened, ruining his completely normal life.
When he slept, he normally didn’t have dreams, but tonight he was having one, a very vivid one. He was standing outside a small box, and from within he could hear a woman's voice. Norman walked over to the box, but before he could touch it, a woman wearing a witch's costume appeared.
She had long blue hair, humongous breasts, an ass just as big as her chest, and a waist so thin it was a wonder it didn’t snap in two with the massive assets it had attached to it. Norman was confused about how she appeared out of nowhere, still unaware he was having his first dream.
Norman asked how she did that and the witch chuckled and said appearing in a dream is a simple feat, but the real magic was her projecting a recording of her consciousness throughout the world to find a suitable host.
Norman was shocked to hear he was having a dream; it did make sense, but being that this was the first time he’s experienced one, he had no idea what he was seeing right now wasn’t real. The witch laughed again and told him he was wrong.
What he was seeing was real; at least the box Norman was looking at and she herself were real outside the dream, she was merely using magic to make him see them while he was sleeping. Norman was even more confused; he then asked why she would do that.
The witch chuckled and said it was because she was stealing his body and leaving him in her old one. She then told Norman that it was too late to do anything about it, as it was already done, and the real version of herself was already enjoying her freedom using his body and name.
Norman got even more confused and asked her what that meant. The witch sighed and pointed her finger at Norman. She told him to listen well, as she wouldn’t repeat herself, and in fact, this recording of her mind would soon vanish.
It was actually only here to explain things to Norman so he wouldn’t be completely in the dark when he wakes up in the “Witch’s Tole.” She then explained that she was a witch from ancient times, so far back she doubted history even had anything relating to it.
She herself wasn’t even sure how long ago it was; it could have been thousands, perhaps millions of years ago, but thanks to being trapped, she had no idea exactly how long it had been. All she knew was that a very long time had passed since she was studying in her coven.
Back then, she was part of a very powerful coven, and she was one of its most promising students, at least until she broke a rule of the order. It was forbidden to take magic spellbooks from the archives, which she had done because she was eager to learn higher levels of magic.
She got caught by a spell designed as a trap and was punished in accordance with the rules of the order. Her punishment was to be locked in a magical container for a month. A wicked device named the “Box of Delights.”
It wasn’t very big, only slightly smaller than modern closets, meaning anyone inside would have to bend their legs up to their head just to fit inside. The box kept the person inside from hearing or seeing anything outside of it.
On top of that, it constantly pleasures the person inside of it using different means, mostly using whatever is considered the most sexy thing in humanity, which the witch admitted changes quite often.
The witch said she was put inside completely naked and sealed inside. She sighed and said it honestly wasn't that bad; in fact, she quite enjoyed it. When she was put inside, the sexiest thing was simple sex, so she was constantly fucked by a large penis.
The real problem came before her sentence was over. Something happened to her coven, and while she has no way of knowing what, she assumed they were completely destroyed, and that’s why no one ever let her out.
So she’s been in her for a long time, experiencing nothing but pleasure, all while trying to figure out how to get out. She then decided to use a spell that allowed her to store mana inside of it to use for another day.
So every day since she realized she was stuck in her, she saved her mana. Many millennia later, she finally had enough to send her consciousness outside the box and to a body that was suitable for her as a magical user, that being Norman.
Of course, the downside of that spell was that it swapped her body with the person she was taking over, which meant Norman was currently in her body and trapped within the “Witch’s Tole.” The witch then sighed and said she did feel bad about it.
However, she’d been inside that thing for so long, and she couldn’t do it anymore. This was her only way out, and she was taking it. She then wished Norman the best before vanishing. As soon as the witch was gone, Norman woke up.
She was hoping that was all a dream, but as soon as she woke up, she found herself in an incredibly tight space, with her feet by her face. She was unable to move at all, and the container she was in didn’t open.
Norman let out an awkward laugh as she realized this was all real. The witch swapped their bodies, meaning she was trapped in some pleasure box and trapped inside her body. Norman looked at herself and sure enough, the witch’s sexy body was now hers.
That explains why it felt so tight in the box; both her breasts and ass were so large they pressed against the sides of the container, and even slight movements made them rub against the container, causing Norman to become aroused.
Norman puffed her cheeks and wondered what she was supposed to do. She didn’t have magic like the witch to use to get out, and honestly, if she did, she’d probably return to her old life where nothing interesting ever happens.
As she sat there thinking, the inner walls of the container started to change. It changed to look like a wall of tentacles. Norman noticed the wall getting softer and gulped. She knew what the box did, but she had no idea how it was doing it.
After a few seconds a couple of tentacles came out of the walls and grabbed Norman on her ankles and thighs. Another set came out and started to spank her as hard as possible. It hurt a lot, but Norman’s body was extremely sensitive now, and every hit made her more aroused.
Norman began to moan between deep breaths, and she found herself wanting more. She’d never once experienced pleasure like this, and it was amazing, even if it was all a bit strange. After twenty spanks, Norman was moaning loudly and begging for more.
The container was more than happy to give it to her. As the previous tentacles spanked her, more came out and started to fill every hole she had. Her mouth, her vagina, her ass, and even her cleavage had a tentacle in it, fucking her silly.
It wasn’t long before she had her first orgasm and fell in love with how amazing it made her feel. It was the first time she felt so great, and it wouldn't be the last. She was likely going to be stuck in her forever, but she’d never have a normal day again; instead, she’d finally have an exciting life of pleasure.
