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Humba Wumba's New Spell	By : DarkWolves Category: +A through F > Banjo Kazooie/Tooie Views: 7351 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Humba Wumba’s New Spell

“Humm” Humba Wumba’s eyes skimmed across her spell book, searching for the next step in the potion. The hem of her Native American dress fluttered as she strolled across her hut.
She ran her finger across the line of bottles on her shelf, each filled with a unique powder, herb or hybrid used in her poton making. She removed a bottle of green powder; unscrewing the top she dumped the contents into the pool of purple liquid before her.
A plume of purple gas erupted from the pool before her. She jumped back in surprise, her foot slipping on the seam of the pool as she collapsed down into the purple liquid. She thrashed around in the water, throwing her head above the surface. She coughed a piece of the liquid clean from her throat. She scrambled out of the pool, her clothes soaked through and through. She brushed her hands over her soaked clothes. “Great, Pawno’s goanna be here in 20 minutes and my clothes are soaked”. She walked across the space of her hut, sliding open her drawers to find it bare. “Mumbo you pervert. He stole my panties again; god only knows what he wants them for”

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Meanwhile in Mumbo Jumbos skull across the valley.

Mumbo Jumbo sat in his chair, snickering to himself, his home now awash with a multicoloured stream of undergarments that decorated the walls in a rainbow of colours. “Heh heh. Me take wigwam ladies clothes. Me very funny, heh heh. Now who best Shaman in land!”

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“Well now what am I going to do?” She paced across her home, thinking. “I’ve got it” She dashed across to her bookshelf, running her finger along the row of books. She plucked an old book off the shelf scanning the pages. She slammed her finger down on the spell of her choice. “Alright all I need is….. Hmm, bowl of bark root, sprinkle of Witchyworld dirt. All that’s left is….”
“Hey Wumby! How ya doing!” The familiar call of that idiot bird Kazooie screamed through her wigwam. She turned to see the familiar brown furred bear walking through her door, the idiot bird’s head sticking out of the backpack.
“Hello Banjo, and company” Humba Wumba deliberately ignored the bird, simply to enflame her anger further.
“Kazooie! It’s Kazooie, you skirt wearing idiot”
Humba Wumba sat down on her seat, straightening her dress. “I assume you want another transformation”
“You bet”
“I assume you have another Glowbo for me?” Humba smiled.
Banjo reached into his pack, removing the same purple creature that he had to part with for the dozens of transformations he had under gone, from washing machines to molten rock men all the price was always the same.
He dropped the creature into the pool of purple liquid. Humba rose from her seat to inspect her shelf of ingredients. She removed a variety of flasks and bottles. Banjo watched as she dropped the selection of powders, potions, hybrids and other things Banjo couldn’t quite identify into the pool. “Alright, in you go” Banjo leapt into the water, splashing Wumba with the deep pink liquid from across the wigwam.
“Oh you are going to get it bear” She grumbled to herself in anger. Humba Wumba reached down into the pool ready to pull the bear and bird duo free.

Banjo’s vision swirled, a feeling of disorientation washed over him. As his eyes opened he was met with the upside down image of Humba Wumba, an evil upside-down smirk across her face. “What did you change me into this time?”
“Something I am in desperate need of right now” She reached over her shoulder, undoing the strand of her dress. She reached up and slid her dress down her sleek form, revealing her drenched pair of bra and panties.
“Woohoooo!!!!” Banjo cried out. Humba reached around to her back, breaking the clasp of her bra as the soaked fabric collapsed to the ground. Her enormous orbs bounded free.
“Woooohhhhhoooo!!!!” Banjo yelled. In his stunned state Humba roughly stretched him around her orbs, tying him around her back.
“Wait, where’s kazooie?” Humba smirked down at him on her chest.
“Since Mumbo stole all my clothes, I decided you will serve as a fine substitute, so”
Banjo looked down on himself; he was moulded into the shape of a bra. His bright yellow cargo pants acting as the cup while his blue belt served as the strap.
“Help, get me out of this freaking water!!!!” Cried a garbled voice cried out through the wigwam.
“Kazooie?” Banjo asked- expecting all manner of bizarre things to emerge from the water after this transformation.
Humba lowered onto her knees, pressing her chin into the top of her breasts, pressing down on banjos eyes. She reached into the pool of purple liquid she had dragged Banjo free from and pulled out a red pair of knickers, coughing up purple liquid as it gasped for air
“Well it’s about time, I nearly drowned in there…….” Kazooie looked around to see Humba standing half naked in front of her, Banjo in the shape of a bra. She slowly looked down onto herself, finding that she had been transformed into a skimpy thong.
“AHHHHHHH! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?” She writhed and screamed in shock, trying to free herself from Humbas grip.
Kazooie flung up, slapping Humba across the face by accident. That was she required to finally lose it. She roughly brought kazooie up to her face, eye to eye. “Listen bird brain, I know I few spells besides washing machines and bloody rock men. And unless you want to sample every single one I suggest you shut and enjoy the fact this is only for tonight”.
Kazooie brushed Humba’s veiled threats aside. “She’s bluffing”
Humba smirked, happy that she had a chance to show she wasn’t afraid to back up her threats. She threw kazooie into the purple liquid once more. Bubbles of air popped on the surface of the pool, slowly decreasing. Eventually something erupted from the pool, screaming and flailing. As the purple liquid ran clean off of the creates form Banjo could see it was in fact his best friend Kazooie, all be it small, scaly and a fish. She bounced around the perimeter of the pool, gasping for the safe security of water. “Ok! Ok! I’ll do it, I’ll do it” Humba knelt down, scooping kazooie into her palms as she dumped her back into the pool.

Finally kitted up with Banjo and Kazooie covering her womanly privates as she strode down the cobbled steps towards Pawno’s Pawn Shop. The grey weasel stood outside his shop, wearing pirate hat and sun baked vest he always did. “Ah, Humba Welcome to Jolly Roger’s Lagoon”. Banjo couldn’t see him through her thick dress, but he immediately recognized the voice as the guy who ripped him off the last time he came here. The night was spent in Jolly Rogers Tavern prattling on about subjects that Banjo could not only follow but also ensured to put Banjo to sleep for the course of their date. Their final destination was the summit of mount Chilly Willy, overlooking the beautiful frozen tundra that lay at its base. Humba shivered as a cool breeze swept through the air, Banjo felt her nipples harden and press into his ass. “Here” Pawno leaned across her, encapsulating her in a cocoon of shared warmth. His wet warmth was all Banjo needed to tip himself over the edge. He threw himself at Pawno, only to be locked in place by the strap of the bra. On the outside it appeared as though Humba’s breasts were yearning for freedom and attempting to escape their fabric captivity. Humba’s face burned with embarrassment. “Sorry...” She patted her chest with her clenched fist, rough enough to ensure that her point was well made. “...little, indigestion” Banjo felt her fist pound into him “Dooggh” The couple stayed atop the frost covered peak till the sun rose fiery red in the sky, they were forced to part ways and Humba returned in her empty Wigwam.
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