I stood naked before them, impossibly erect, still dribbling, throbbing, my balls swollen, aching... I'd wanted both, but they’d insisted I choose, and so I must, to break the spell - but how? The incantation had made them identical down to each wavy lock, soft, kissable lip, hard, pink nipple, and dark, wet pubic hair. 

One was my wife, the other a frighteningly evil witch, but neither's beautiful blue eyes gave anything away. No matter my choice, I’d lose, and either face my wife's wrath or the witch's dark magic. They stood watching me, sipping the steaming, vile potion into which she'd so recently milked an endless stream of my cum.

My wife would forgive me eventually... probably. Closing my eyes, I led with my cock and chose. An explosive flash of light, a cloud of smoke, the smell of sulfur and... pumpkin?

I'd chosen poorly. The witch, spurned and angered, had turned me into a fucking pumpkin? A pumpkin with a huge, orange erection?

God, no, stay away! Not the carving knife…