Slim. Petite. Elven features. These were all compliments on the surface, but all Kelly ever heard was “rail-thin.” Sure, she had a cute face, took care of herself, had a winning personality (if she said so herself)… but none of that mattered when upon first impressions, guys lost interest in her assets in no time flat.

Suffice to say, Kelly struggled with her appearance, and that insecurity led her to discovering a spell that could allow her to siphon the physical traits of others all for herself. However, there was a catch: for the spell to work, she’d need the other person to recite their half of the incantation. In short, she needed their consent. Kelly wasn’t a monster and PROBABLY would have asked before taking anything from anybody anyway. The fact of the matter remained, though: it wasn’t like there was a line of girls lining up to give up their boobs. Not for lack of trying- Kelly dropped many “subtle” hints (i.e. pestered) around any and all of her en-boobened friends about the incantation for weeks, going as far as to post the second half of the spell to the group chat, without any luck.

With a little patience, however, Kelly’s prayers were answered. It was the middle of a nasty heatwave, the worst the city had seen in decades, and suddenly Kelly was bombarded with texts from her friends complaining about their shirts and bras getting DRENCHED in sweat from the extra mass on their chests, begging Kelly for magical relief. Without a second thought, Kelly giddily read off the spell, focusing on her busty friend Nikki’s boobs, watching in absolute glee as her own top began to bulge, staining to the point where she had to undress to give her new assets the room they needed to be fully unleashed.

When all was said and done, Kelly tentatively brought a hand to one of her giant milkers in disbelief. As she did so, she let out a sharp, instinctual yelp of pleasure. The sudden expansion had led to every nerve within her chest become raw and oversensitive; with just a graze of her fingers, Kelly was on fire. She flopped on her back, getting comfortable (as well as getting more wet by the second) before reaching for a firm squeeze. Having these monster milkers lay flat on her torso, she could already feel the condensation trapped beneath her pair of quivering tits, causing mild discomfort, but she was too horny to care. What DID warrant concern, however, was when Kelly felt another pulse of magic overtake her, and in the blink of an eye, her already impressive F-cups ballooned another cup size. Then another. Then another. Apparently, Kelly had been too carefree with the spell, and had accidentally magically promised to transfer the boob mass of EVERY friend that gave her permission to do so, not just Nikki. So with her breasts growing to surpass half of her usual body weight (with no signs of stopping), Kelly had gotten herself pinned on the bed by literal mountains of flesh until the spell wore off. It wasn’t all bad, though: Kelly was underneath the fan, and just the breeze blowing against her puffy, engorged nipples was enough for her to curl her toes in pleasure. It wasn’t what Kelly had in mind for the day, and she would emerge out the other side sore and dehydrated, but it would be hard to top an experience like what was to come.