The problem was that, at Barrington University, the number of attractive women was minimal. Out of that number, the ones my age were fewer and the ones that were even willing to give me the time of day was even fewer. In other words, I didn't have much of a selection.
But I did find one. Her name was Tammy Barnett. She had a knockout body and was pretty damn cute to boot. She liked me and I liked her, sort of. We went out a few times before I discovered the harsh truth.
Tammy was what one may call a prude. In other words, I couldn't get in her pants to save my life. Everytime I tried, and I tried often, she backed off. The only thing she was down for was heavy liplocking. So I took what I could get.
After a while, the liplocking wasn't working. Often after seeing her, I had to go back to my dorm and vent my frustrations in the bathroom. I had to hit that; I just had to. But how?
One day, me, TJ, and Chris were at the mall just hanging out and doing some lightweight shopping. I explained to them the problems that I was having with Tammy. TJ seemed pretty sympathetic, but Chris was chuckling at me. TJ said that there was no way that I could make her give it up unless I raped her, which neither one of us was for doing.
We walked around the mall a bit when Chris noticed a shop in one of the more secluded areas of the mall. It was Spells R' Us. Curious, we went in.
The shop seemed like the type of place to deal with formulas and spells and such. We were looking around when we heard a squeaky voice say, "Afternoon, boys. Can I help you with something?"
We looked around for a minute trying to see where the voice was coming from. Chris spotted her, then showed us. There was a tiny red-haired woman there looking up at us. Me and my friends are well over six feet tall; but she looked as if she had to get on her tip-toes to reach five.
"Can I help you with something?" she repeated.
"What kind of place is this?" Chris asked.
"It's a magic shop."
"You mean with X-ray glasses and sliding card tricks?"
"Not that kind of bullshit. We specialize in potions and spells and such."
"You expect me to believe that?"
The tiny woman then snapped her fingers with both hands and started growing before our eyes. With her hands on her hips, she grew from her tiny 5' frame to where she was just as tall as us. She patted her butt and we watched in awe as her ass filled out the loose spots in her jeans. She squeezed her nipples and we watched a virtually flat chest blossom into what was probably a FF-cup.
"Convinced?" she asked a drooling Chris in a deep sensuous voice.
"Quite," he answered.
"Maybe you can help me out," I said. "I have a girlfriend that I've been going with for a while and well..."
"She won't let you fuck her?"
"Yeah."
"I think I have just the thing for that," she said. She bent over to get a box on a bottom shelf and rummaged through it. She pulled out a piece of paper (more like parchment actually) and handed it to me.
"This is a spell," she said. "A spell to turn the most chaste of women into a hardcore slut. All you have to do is say her name, chant the spell, and say her name again. I guarantee it will work. Do you like big boobs?"
"Yeah," I said. "Why?"
"Massive breast growth is a side effect of the spell. Don't ask why because I don't know. Guaranteed your girl will be bigger than...SaRenna Lee."
TJ whistled. "That's pretty damn big."
"Yes, big and beautiful," I said. "How much?"
"Normally, I'd sell it for fifty bucks. But you look like such nice boys, I'll let it go for twenty bucks. If it don't work, I'll give you fifty bucks back. What do you say?"
"You got a deal," I said. I gave her a 20 and put the parchment in my shopping bag.
"Is there anything else I can get for you?" she asked.
"Uh yeah. Could you make your boobs grow again?" Chris asked.
That night, I sat in my room at home and called up Tammy. I asked if I could come over and she said yes. No one was home and she could use the company. Perfect.
After I hung up the phone, I pulled the parchment out of my shopping bag and studied the sheet. It seemed like a simple enough spell, consisting of six lines, without her name added, written in what I figured to be Latin. I took a deep breath, said her name, chanted the spell, and said her name again. I took a moment to think about what I just did, but a job had to be done. So I grabbed my jacket and went over to Tammy's.
I knocked on her door and it took a moment for her to answer. When she did though, I was taken aback. She answered the door barefoot with only a pair of booty shorts and a skimpy halter top showing off her chest, which had already started growing.
"It's about time you got here, handsome," she said in a sensous voice. "I was wondering how long you were gonna keep me waiting." She walked over to the couch, motioning for me to follow suit. I did eagerly.
We sat down on the couch and she looked at me with absolute lust in her eyes. Thank you, Spells R Us!! She grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast, which was definitely bigger than before.
Tammy got up and started to dance, slowly and suggestively. I got up to join her, but she shoved me back down on the couch. I was to simply enjoy the views. She rubbed her breasts a lot, them growing a bit with every touch. I watched as her rack ballooned larger and larger, making the already skimpy halter practically see-through. Her auerole were clearly visible through the translucent material of the top, a rich dark shade (the auerole) that reflected nicely with her skin tone.
The saleslady was right. By the time they were done, they were as big as SaRenna Lee's. The last growth surge was particularly interesting, as they pressed against her top so tightly that it caused a rip from the neckline to the top of her cleavage. That didn't matter to Tammy; she used the rip as a beginner to tear off the remainder of the cloth. While still gyrating, she unbuttoned and shimmied off her booty shorts. So now, a bustier version of her former self, she stood before me stark naked and ready for sex.
"Why do you slip into something more comfortable?" she asked. "The bed is very comfortable." She entered the bedroom first and lied down on the bed, stretched out and ready for me.
I quickly stripped off my clothes and mounted up. I grabbed her around the waist and slid my tongue into her mouth. In the same motion, I slid my rod into her snatch.
It was probably because of the spell, but the sex was incredible. With her ankles in the air above my shoulders, I pumped in and out of her with a vengenance, my hands rubbing at her giant tits, releasing months of frustration at not being able to get in her pants. The whole time she was moaning and groaning, occasionally calling my name or begging for more. She didn't have to beg, I was gonna go until I could go no more.
After about a half hour straight of rawbone sex, I came. And so did she. She shuddered so much, I had to hang on to her tight. When it was done though, I rolled off and got comfortable. I thought of having her give me a blowjob, but I figured I'd save it for next time. I went to sleep. She snuggled up next to me and did the same.
I woke up about nine the next morning and found Tammy gone. Stranger than that, I woke up in a pair of shorts. I went to sleep naked. Confused, I found a note next to me and it read:
I damn near fell over backwards! She didn't remember the night before. I caught up with her later and tried to jog her memory, but she kept giving me a blank look. She honestly didn't remember. What a lucky break for me!
I used the spell on her a few more times before I retired it. The stories I could tell you and the pictures I took! Whoa baby! Since then, Tammy decided to dump me for some other guy. I was upset at first, but hey, I had my piece. I made a copy of the spell and it now sits in a shoebox in my apartment, waiting to be used again. As for the original, I sold it to Tammy's new beau for 500 bucks. He didn't wanna pay it, but if he wanted to hit that, he had to. And he did.
"Best 500 bucks I ever spent," he told me.