
A small part of Anna noticed that her jaw was throbbing. Slowly,
it blossomed into an awareness of the shattered pencil in her
right hand and the decidedly crumpled SAT Practice Test score
sheet sitting on the table in front of her. Anna often became
aware of her anger after the fact in this way. The bitter emotion
took time to swim its way up through the numbness she wrapped herself
in.

The unfairness of her situation seemed to possess a physical taste
of bitterness that worked its way around her tongue. She knew she
was not the sharpest knife in the draw, but until now she had always
been able to overcome that by working five times harder than any of
her classmates. It had gotten to the point where she was spending 80%
of her time studying, and that did not even take into account the
extra curricular activities she did in order to make her resume look
better to an admissions officer.

For years, admission to Florida State University had been all Anna
could think about. Anna's mother often reminded her that she did not
want to end up working a minimum wage waitressing job at Waffle House
trying to raise a daughter. Anna did not really need the extra motivation,
she knew she wanted out of Hanson with an intensity that had come to
define her, and now the stupid fucking SAT was standing in her way.

"H-hey Anna." Anna looked up. Clyde Brown was looking at her with
something that was half fear and half manic glee in his eyes.

"Hi Clyde." Anna said, trying to drive the anger from her eyes.
Clyde was already scared enough of her as it was. There was no need
to take her anger at the College Board out on him.

"You having trouble with the SAT?" he asked. It was unusually
bold for a boy who normally seemed to walk on egg shells around
Anna. She knew he was intimidated by her beauty and reputation as
the school ice queen, yet he persisted in trying to get her to
open up to him in his sporadic way. Most of the boys in their grade
had had a crush on Anna at some point, taken in by her elegant visage
and supple curves, but when she never displayed any interest they moved
on. Clyde, and a few others, had continued to moon after her. When she
thought about it at all, she felt a vague sense of guilt, though she
had trouble coming up with anything in particular she should feel guilty
for. Of her quite suitors, she liked Clyde the best. He was polite, and
rather hansom under the pile of insecurities he dragged around behind
himself.

Anna's face darkened, but not as much as it might have, "I." She
paused, suddenly finding it difficult to speak. "Yes." She finished
in a clipped tone.

Clyde did not seem to notice her discomfort. "I think I can help you."

"I doubt it." Anna said. Clyde possessed an eclectic genius that let
him sail though school without seeming to try. He got top marks on
any assignment he bothered to turn in, but seemed to forget about
every third paper because he suddenly became interested in the chemical
experiments NASA was about to perform, or decided to start writing a
book (which he inevitably would leave half finished a few months later).
She doubted he had any clue about how to study. Knowledge just seemed
to soak into his brain.

"Please at least give it a chance. I found a book on the occult, and
it works. Look." He unbuttoned his shirt far enough to reveal bulging
pectoral muscles. Now that he had pointed it out, Anna realized that
Clyde was much better built than usual. How had she missed that before?

"And you think it can make me smarter?" She asked.

He looked hesitant, "Well, not directly. I could not find any spells
that deal with improving the mind directly, but I found a beautification
spell that includes a boost in intelligence. It's kind of an all around
boost."

Anna chewed her lip. She did not really want to get more attractive.
Her perky C-cup breasts, tight waist and flaring hips already attracted enough
attention, and she had never been very interested in taking advantage of it.
It was too easy to recall stories of folly from her mother's youth. Even so,
she could not exactly say she hated being hot, and she could imagine worse
prices to pay in order to get an acceptable grade on the SAT.
"Okay. What do I have to do?" She asked.

"Nothing. I can do it right now if you want."

"What, in the library?" She asked.

"Yeah. No one will notice. It's part of the spell." He said.

"Okay." She leaned back in her chair, and watched him.

Clyde pulled a cracked leather book from his bag and flipped rapidly
through it. He soon found the page he was looking for, and began
muttering under his breath while his hands snapped through a series
of angular movements. Anna would have thought he was throwing gang
signs if it were not for the intense look of concentration on his
face.

She felt it in her breasts first. A warm glow filled them slowly, and
the began to swell under her shirt. She kept expecting to feel the pinch
of a tight bra, but apparently her bra was growing too. She cupped her chest
as it grew, amazed and a little alarmed by how large it was getting. The world
shifted subtlety around her and she realized her eyes were rising as her ass
grew apace with her breasts. The glow spread to her limbs and she could feel her
muscles growing firmer. Her black hair grew thicker and more lustrous, and
she could feel her face changing in subtle ways. When it stopped Anna felt
enervated, and she noticed that Clyde seemed deflated and gray.

There was a strange sensation and Anna felt a second set of memories settle
into place. In her first set of memories she was as she had always been, but
her new memories lined up with her new body. It was as if the change had
happened over many years rather than in the space of a few minutes. Anna
had probably been the hottest girl in the school before, but now she
definitely was. In the new reality, fewer of the boys had been able to
stop carrying a torch for her. She was most delighted, however, by the memories
which told her that she now had a 4.0 GPA. Apparently the boost in intelligence
combined with her extreme work ethic was enough to bring her grades the last
mile. She was relieved to recall that she was only a DD cup now, even though
her chest looked larger than that on her slender frame.

After taking stock of herself Anna noticed that there was a new note of
adoration in Clyde's eyes as he looked at her. "Wow. I guess it worked."
She said, a little surprised at how her voice had changed. Her contralto
voice had never been unpleasant, but now there was an undertone of velvet
sensuality that had not been there before.

"Yeah. It looks like it did." Clyde replied, in a voice that said he wasn't
all there. Anna was not sure if he was distracted by his exhaustion from
the spell, or by her newfound beauty.

"Now let's see what it did for my SAT score." She said, and turned to look
down at the practice test. Even before her eyes hit the paper, she pulled
the score from her new memories. She knew it was still too low even before
her eyes hit the paper. A low disgusted sound escaped her throat and the
knuckles on her left hand turned white as she made a fist under the table.

"Not good enough?" Clyde asked.

Anna shook her head, "It's better, but not by enough. A GPA like mine doesn't
mean much coming from a school like ours. Can you cast the spell again?"

Clyde shook his head, "That took too much out of me. I won't be up to it for
a least another couple of days."

"Okay." Anna said. Then after a moment, "Thank you Clyde. This is probably the
nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, and I can see the price you paid."
The words of encouragement seemed to have a serious effect on him, because
he perked up noticeably.


Anna spent the next few days consumed with anticipation. Schoolwork had never
been so easy. She still had to work much harder than her peers to get the same
results, but the edge that Clyde's spell had given her was enough to make a
noticeable difference. It was a good thing too, because she was so distracted
by the thought of another improvement that it was hard to concentrate.

Even through her distraction she noticed a difference in her status at the
school. Before, she had been one of the hottest girls at the school; now
she was the hottest girl. She still had a reputation as an ice queen, but
now she was more actively worshiped from afar by the boys. The girls seemed
to go out of their way to ingratiate themselves with her, wanting to seem
beautiful by proximity. Anna took her newfound popularity in stride, mostly
finding the increased frequency with which she had to beg off going to a
party in order to study annoying.

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Anna sat down, "Hey Clyde." She said to the boy in front of her.

"Hey Anna." Clyde replied, marveling at the girl before him. Today she wore
a pair of tight shorts and a t-shirt which clung to her torso like a second
skin, outlining her large breasts. It was an unusually daring outfit for
the typically more conservative Anna, but he certainly wasn't going to
complain.

"Are you feeling up to casting that spell again?" She asked with a smile.

He was still feeling a bit tired, but the thought of Anna looking even
better than she did now helped him forget the aches and pains in his
soul. What would she look like with even bigger breasts? "I think
I'm up to it."

Anna grinned as Clyde flipped though his spellbook, squirming in her
seat a little in anticipation. Clyde muttered his incantation and
threw his hands thought the complex pattern required by the spell,
and then Anna could feel it working on her. As before, the sensation
started in her breasts, which swelled slowly under her tight t-shirt.
Anna cupped her growing assets and pressed them together, feeling pleasure
emanate from the points where her fingers dug into her sensitive flesh.
As her breasts continued to press against her hands, she felt her ass swell
inside her shorts, subtlety shifting her eye position. The heat of the
transformation spread through the rest of her body, setting her scalp
tingling and warming her muscles.

Clyde goggled as the magic flowed out of him and into Anna. His eyes were
drawn to the swell of her large breasts as the pressed out further and further
from her body. He tried to drag his gaze up to her face, but her perfect
breasts had him enthralled.

Anna cooed softly as her growth tapered off. Her new body felt amazing.
There was a sensual pleasure in just being her that seeped into her
being. "Thanks Clyde." She said in a rich, throaty voice.
Clyde was too weak with lust and exhaustion to respond, so Anna got
up in one smooth motion and strutted out of the room.

Once alone, Anna pulled out her SAT practice test. Her plush lips
thinned as she realized that it was still not enough.

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The changes to reality were more pronounced this time. Whereas before
Anna had retained her status as the academically driven school ice queen,
she was now the captain of the cheer squad. The blue-eyed beauty had always
been fairly shy, more concerned with her drive towards academic success
above all else than with socializing. Now, she found it easy to be outgoing
and draw others into her social orbit. She had become the queen bee of the
school overnight, and the weird thing was that it felt completely natural.

There were a lot fewer relationships in the new version of the school,
apparently most of the boys were so hopelessly in love with her that
none of the other girls had a chance. Of course it didn't help that whenever
a girl annoyed Anna she made sure to go have a chat with the object of
the offender's affection. It never went anywhere, but he would gain
enough hope that any prospect of a relationship was quashed. It made
her a feared figure among the girls. By now none of them dared cross
her, and few had any hope of getting a boyfriend. If Anna noticed
the turn towards cruelty in her personality, she didn't mention it.


"Hey Clyde! What's up?" 

"N-not much." Clyde stammered at the sight of Anna. She wore a thin
red sweater which hugged her generous bosom and tight waist before
disappearing under the thigh-length black skirt she wore. He could
feel himself getting lost in her piercing cerulean eyes.

"Listen, I've given you a week to recover, but my test scores are
still not high enough. Do you think you could cast that spell again?"
She sat down in front of him, causing her chest to bounce.

Looking at the angelic girl in front of him, Clyde stammered, "y-yes."

"Good." Anna purred in a voice full of unstated promise.

Clyde shuffled through his book bag and pulled out the old tome.
Placing it on the desk in front of him, he once more began to
chant.

Again, Anna felt it first in her chest. She was no longer too concerned
with becoming bustier. She had no problem with the attention her 32EE
cup breasts got, and actually looked forward to the prospect of possessing
an even more hypnotic figure. She cupped her expanding breasts in her hands,
with her fingers spread wide, and let out a few soft noises of pleasure.
The growth spread to her ass and she squirmed in her seat a little,
enjoying the feeling of her growing curves. Her muscles felt warmer,
and she knew she was getting stronger, even if they were not growing
much. Her hair felt heavier on her head, and she knew it was thickening.
If past experience was an indication, her black locks were also growing
glossier and longer. A tingle spread over her face. She suspected that
after this transformation makeup would be a waste of time.

For his part Clyde could only goggle after he finished the spell.
He felt completely drained, but it was worth it to have a front row
seat to Anna's transformation. The growing girl had started off
as an incredible beauty, but her sexuality was rapidly becoming
a physical presence. Once again, he found it impossible to drag
his gaze away from her swelling bosom. It was like her chest
had some sort of magical power, massaging his mind with lust, and
leaving him helpless to resist her.

Anna stood up. This latest change had been enough to push her SAT
scores high enough. "Thanks Clyde." She purred. She should have
been content to stop here, but Florida State University no longer
sounded so great. "I'll see you next week."

"Y-yeah." He said, unable to look away from her 32FF cups as they
shifted under her sweater.

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"You ready Clyde?" Anna said. She was wearing a pair of jeans tight
enough that she could have been poured into them and a navy blue
halter top which showed off her perfect midriff. It was a devastating
outfit, but it didn't hold a candle to the times when Anna showed
off some cleavage. There was something to the idea of hypnotic
breasts that she had had before the last transformation. Boys and
men now seemed to become incredibly pliable whenever they saw
her breast flesh, willing to do nearly anything she told them
to in her honeyed voice. Girls could resist a little better, but
not much. Anna enjoyed the power her chest had, but it was a little
inconvenient to turn people into zombies all the time, so she usually
kept the girls under wraps.

"Yeah." He said, looking at the most perfect girl he had ever seen.
On some level he knew that she was monstrously cruel, dominating the
school, student and teacher alike, with her beauty. On some level
he knew that he had helped create her, and if there was any chance of
stopping her he would have to be the one to do it. Most of him,
however, just wanted to see how perfect Anna could become. He
began to chant.

Under her halter top, Anna's breasts surged outward. The warm tingling
sensation of growth spread to suffuse her whole body. Her ass
spread outward, and her muscles grew denser. Her hair became more
fully bodied and her lips redder. Her eyes took on a crispness
that made anything she looked at want to submit. Her legs inched
outward, and her spine stretched. It was the first time that she
had grown taller, and she enjoyed the sensation. When the growth
wound down Clyde was slumped back in his seat.

Anna stood, drawing herself up to her full 5'8" and thrusting her
32GG cups out. "Thanks Clyde." She purred.

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If Anna's breasts had seemed hypnotic before, they were a genuine super
power now. Anna remembered being pulled over a few months before.
In the previous versions of reality, she had been given a speeding
ticket, but things had gone a little differently in Anna's brave
new world. After the officer pulled her over she had popped four
buttons on her black button down shirt, exposing almost a foot of
creamy cleavage. When the cop came over to talk with her, she just
smiled at him and pointed her chest in his direction. She had had
him dancing like a chicken for her inside of a minute. The memory
brought a smirk to her full lips.

Anna might be a curvaceous bombshell with tits that let her dominate
the school, but it wasn't enough. She couldn't get in to Harvard with
scores like hers. Besides, she wanted to know what she would be like
if she was even *more*.

"You ready?" She said to Clyde.

"Yes Anna." He said obediently. That was how everyone at school spoke
to Anna now. She had used her perfect breasts to firmly establish herself
as the top dog, for teachers and students alike.

Clyde's hands wove through a collection of patterns, and Anna's chest began
to swell once more. She bit her plump lower lip, and cupped her swelling bosom.
Fortunately, Clyde was finished with the spell, or he would have been unable
to continue.

Anna's breasts heaved with passion, and they swelled further and further away
from her chest. Her hair grew longer, her eyes sharper, and her muscles
stronger. When the growth stopped, she stood 5'9" and Clyde could feel
a marked increase in her dominant aura. He already felt the need to obey
her, but that need had become stronger.

"Good work Clyde." Anna said in her sultry voice. He had never felt prouder.
Giving her new 32HH cups a playful bounce, she walked off.

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Anna held up the purple 32KK cup plunge bra in front of the mirror. It
was so massive that it was a little hard to believe that it was meant for
a real woman, yet when the 6' tall black haired beauty fit it around her
own endowments, her breasts spilled over the edge just the slightest bit.

She would be sending her college applications in over the new week, and
she had every reason to think she would get into her top choices. She
had glowing recommendations from her teachers, top marks in all her
classes, perfect SAT scores, 3 Varsity Captaincies, and was the president
of 9 different clubs from the Robotics Club to the Karate club.
Of course her vice presidents often did most of the administration,
while she provided leadership. She had personally founded most of the
clubs she was involved with, supported by a community quite willing to
do whatever it took to make the girl with the most perfect breasts
in the world successful. Anna did love the way everyone understood that
their priority ought to be her happiness.

She pulled on a pair of purple panties to match her bra, and then stepped
into a pencil skirt and pulled a red turtleneck on over her torso. A pair
of black pumps completed the outfit, and she walked downstairs to the
bright blue sports car parked in the driveway. It had been a present
from the town to show appreciation for her perfection.

When she got to school she tossed the keys to Kenny so he could park for
her, and walked straight to the library. Clyde was already waiting for her.
He knew the drill at this point. As always on growth days, Anna was eager
to experience the new her. Clyde was looking a bit ragged around the edges,
but Anna didn't care. She was more important than a bit of discomfort for
the bewitched young man.


"H-Hi Anna." Clyde said. As always, he goggled at the sight of the
busty beauty approaching. A weariness that he had been having trouble
shaking suffused his bones. The magic was eating away at his soul
like a wasting disease, but it was worth it to be able to make
Anna even more perfect. His red-rimmed eyes tracked every shiver
and quake that flowed through Anna's heavy breasts.

"Hi Clyde." Anna purred. He really did look like shit. She sat
down across from him, making sure to thrust her chest towards
him. He deserved to enjoy his handiwork.

Clyde just stared at her bosom until finally Anna rolled her eyes
and snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Clyde, time to make
me smarter."

"R-Right. S-sorry Anna." He said, his voice containing that delicious
blend of submissive lust and fear that Anna had grown so used to.
His fingers wove through their familiar pattern and he chanted in
a low urgent voice. Nothing was more important than pleasing the
domineering bombshell in front of him.

Anna cooed with pleasure, as the warmth of growth spread through
her heavy breasts. She raised her hands to cup her bosom, fingers
spread as wide as she could get them, and mashed the pliable
flesh together under her turtleneck. The warmth filled her
ass and spread throughout the rest of her body in a wave.
"Yes. Give it to me Clyde. Give it all to Anna." She hissed.

Clyde kept chanting, his eyes locked on Anna's swelling bust
line. His breath came in ragged gasps. He reached the end of
the spell, and his fingers kept moving through new patterns.
He couldn't stop. The spell had taken over, and he had no
idea what it was doing to him or to Anna.

Anna felt a new surge of warmth flood through her, and she
let out a loud moan. This was new. Her breasts surged under
her hands. Her scalp tingled with an unseen fire. Pain
began to mingle with the pleasure, but Anna didn't
care. Her legs and spine stretched. Her muscles grew harder,
and swelled out. She gasped as her breasts and ass surged out.
Her curves had grown more than twice as much as they ever had
before, and still she grew. In front of her Clyde had turned
an ashen gray. "Give. Me. MORE." She growled, tearing at her
growing body.

A final surge of magic flew from Clyde to Anna. Her breasts
shot out, and her ass flexed so powerfully that her eyes
shot up by an inch. The growth petered out and Anna slumped
against the table, gasping. That had been far more intense
than any time before.

She took a moment to examine her new memories. The purple
plunge bra she wore had been custom built for her by
the school's sewing club, but it would have been a 32RR
cup if it had been standard. All of her clothes were
custom made by the sewing club, who considered it their
highest duty in life to make her look as amazing as
possible. Anna enjoyed the way her body turned boys
into her submissive pets, but breaking girls and women
to be her perfect servants was even more fun. Instead
of the red turtleneck she had been wearing, a perfectly
tailored red keyhole crop top hugged her body. The
window which exposed over a foot of cleavage meant
no-one had any chance of resisting her. Her tight skirt
was the same, though now there was even more ass for it
to be pulled over.

Anna stood gracefully to her feet. In her 6 inch fuck
me boots she stood 6'8" tall. When she swung her impossibly
long legs, it was almost enough to distract an onlooker
from her domineering bosom.

She was distracted from her reveling in her new utter
perfection by the realization that Clyde was not breathing.
Her full lips thinned. The once-kind girl's first thought
was that it was a shame he would not be able to make her
even hotter.

===================================================================

Nate Black turned away from the CNC machine, and thumped
towards his front door. He stabbed one meaty finger at a
worn silver button, and the display next to it sprang to
life. Involuntarily, he gasped. Even through the grimy
and distorted display, it was easy to see that the woman at
his door was fantastically beautiful. She wore black spike
boots, jeans she could have been poured into, and a gray
tank top cut low enough to expose acres of creamy cleavage.

When he opened the door he was struck by her for a second
time. The angle of his camera had not made it clear just
how tall she was. She was about head taller than his own 5'10",
though a lot of that had to be coming from her heels. Her
face was younger than he had been expecting for a woman
with her figure, and a pang of guilt hit him at the way
his cock was rapidly ballooning.

"Are you Nate Black?" She asked in a voice that made Nate
wonder if he should offer to kneel.

"Y-yeah." He stammered.

Anna smirked. People were cute before she broke them.
"I'm Anna. May I come in?" She asked.

Nate's gaze had been drawn down to the dark chasm between
Anna's massive breasts. "Y-yeah." He said. It was becoming
increasingly obvious that he ought to do whatever the owner
of those perfect breasts wanted.

"I hear you know a thing or two about magic. Something magical
recently happened to me, and I was wondering if you could
help me understand it." She purred.

"O-of course."

"Very good. Now, I know you won't be able to concentrate on
anything but my massive, perfect breasts until you accept
me as you Mistress, so why don't you do that right now."
She smiled.

Anna was going to become his Mistress? How had Nate ever
gotten so lucky, he wondered. "W-What do I have to do
Mistress Anna?" He asked eagerly.

"Just kiss my boots and say, 'Thank you, Mistress Anna. I exist
to obey you.'." Anna instructed.

Nate hastened to obey. He ended up kneeling at Anna's feet,
which seemed like an appropriate place for him to remain.
"Good." She purred. "Now listen carefully." She went on to
explain how she had become so incredibly beautiful, strong
and smart in hypnotic tones that Nate knew he would never
forget.

"No I want to know why the spell affected me so greatly."
Anna said. "I read the spellbook, and it seems to me that
the impact of the spell should have been much smaller."

Nate thought for a long time. Anna let him, knowing that
he was completely dedicated to her. Finally he said,
"Mistress, may I go look something up?"

"Of course." She said.

Nate wandered back a few minutes later, "There hasn't been
an archmage for centuries, but I think Clyde was one."

"So he was just much more powerful?" Anna asked.

"Archmages are usually quite powerful, but not noticeably
more so than an ordinary wizard. The main difference is
in their ability to construct a Great Work. The last
archmage that we know about, Heiron, constructed a
great intra-dimensional lock to keep a world of demons
away from Earth. At the time, the wizards of earth were
engaged in a never-ending war with the demons."

"So this spell was Clyde's Great Work?"

"No, Mistress, I think you were. The spell is just a
simple template that he expanded on. There is no
way he should have been able to give his soul to you
in the way he did. He must have desperately wanted to
do so even before he began the working for the first time."

"Well, he was desperately in love with me." She laughed.
She thought back to the kind, hard-working girl she had
been. It was so odd to think she had once been so pathetic,
but at least it had been enough to make Clyde love her
enough to make her his Great Work. She wondered for a moment
if the differences in her personality were because Clyde
had secretly wanted her to cruelly dominate the world around
her. She quickly dismissed the concern. Even if he had
changed her personality, it had clearly been for the better.

"As all men surly are, Mistress." Nate said.

"Hmm. Are there any magic users I should be worried about coming
to try to stop or kill me?" She asked Nate.

"If the wider wizarding community learns of you, they might
act. You should learn to use the magic talent you took from
Clyde in order to defend yourself."

"What?" Anna asked, momentarily taken aback.

"You must not have noticed yet. Turn your focus inward and you
will find it." Nate said excitedly.

Anna did so. She found a core of something which she somehow
knew would allow her to cast spells as Clyde had been doing,
but next to that she found something else. There was a dark
maw within her soul, and suddenly she knew that it, too,
had its purpose. She reached out and grabbed Nate's face.
Under her hand he wilted, turning gray and pale under her
hand, the flesh drooping on his bones. The power which flooded
into Anna was not nearly as great as the magical reserve that
Clyde had given her, but knowledge and experience from the
200 year old wizard at her feet flooded into her in a great
torrent. Anna purred with satisfaction. The better body and
mind were only the beginnings of Clyde's gift.

The 18 year old newly-minted witch smiled to herself as she
walked out of Nate's house. She snapped her fingers. Between
one footfall and the next Nate's body disappeared and any
trace that she had ever been there went with him. She smirked
to herself on the way to her car, reveling in the way each
step sent a jiggle through the heavy breasts that would
let her consume the wizarding world. Clyde's gift was only
just beginning.
