A is for Ample

 

Ample

Anabel was tired of not being enough. Every partner eventually claimed she was too plain or too quiet, and they all went looking for more. It always hurt, but after her latest boyfriend decided to go looking for "more" with her busty roommate, she was officially angry.

It was not Anabel's fault; she had interests, but witchcraft was a habit best kept close to the chest. People were too impatient to see that the mousy brunette had more to offer.

Fine, if everyone wanted her to be "more," then she would spice things up. She could look through her spellbooks for something that just screamed "more." After some feverish page flipping, "Charm of Ample Gifts" fit the bill perfectly. The details were lacking, but who couldn't use more gifts?

Setting up an alter in her dorm room, Anabel arranged her candles, lillies, and orchids carefully. She was mixing honey into milk in a small glass she stole from the dining hall when the door to the room opened. Beth, her roommate fresh from a night of drinking and partying, plopped herself onto her bed. Anabel thanked her goddess that Beth returned alone.

"Someone had a fun night," Anabel said flatly.

"It was," Beth chimed, pulling her crop top over her head and letting her large breasts bounce free. Anabel was not insecure about her modest chest, but knowing what Chris probably did to them, it was hard to resist envy. "But Chris had to go to bed early. You know how he is."

The audacity. "Yep. I do." Anabel waited for her tipsy roommate to pass out before returning to her ritual. Drinking her honeyed milk, she tried not to watch the rise and fall of Beth's breasts as she lit her candles.

She wanted blessings, but who would she pray to? A goddess who would understand her desire to be more.

"Aphrodite, I beseech thee, grant me your ample blessings. As I give you offerings, I humbly ask for the gifts you would grace me with."

The offerings laid out were the remainder of her honeyed milk, a succulent peach, and a bulb on the verge of bloom.

But those were not the offerings Aphrodite took. Anabel's gaze lifted to Beth's chest, heaving with each breath, but with each breath, there was less to heave.

Instead, Anabel felt her t-shirt growing tighter. As the weight on Beth's chest diminished, Anabel swelled. She pulled off her top to admire as her perky B-cups blossomed. Grasping herself to enjoy the sensation of flesh filling out the spaces between her fingers, Anabel waited until the growing stopped before she released them. The way her massive tits bounced for the first time in her life, Anabel finally understood why Beth was so giddy all the time.

Beth. A cursory glance to the other bed proved that Aphrodite, jealous and petty as she could be, left Beth with, at most, a set of As. Anabel chuckled, curious how her shallow ex-boyfriend would feel about that.

Not that Anabel had any interest in him. She was an ample bounty. A powerful witch who was ready to use her new figure to toy with men's hearts, not offer her own to the weak men who would drool over something so simple as an amazing pair of tits.