Confidence Boost

Summer came to me struggling with confidence issues. Despite being brilliant, she was always second-guessing and doubting herself. That was always the way with smart girls; all those brains and they could never just be content.

Luckily for Summer, while I was a mediocre therapist, I am a talented witch. After identifying the problem, I cast a simple transference spell. Her brain cells were the problem, so taking most of them away meant taking away her doubts; dumb girls never questioned things.

Of course, I was still left with cells that needed a home, and the ex-Valedictorian deserved a confidence boost. A jiggly, fatty boost meant Summer could have jugs the size of her head; something any dumb bimbo could be proud of.

My office had no mirrors, but the happy dummy made do, on her knees in front of my fireplace, cooing over her reflection. Fortunately for me, on her knees was exactly where I needed her for our sessions’ payment.

J is for Jiggle

Jiggle

People liked telling Jessica she was lucky for her high metabolism, but those comments always irked her. She knew where they were coming from, but she was always self-conscious of her very thin frame and total lack of curves.

One day, before she left home for her office job, Jessica found an unexpected package on her doorstep. Taking it inside, she opened it and found a treasure trove of carefully wrapped chocolate truffles. The accompanying booklet explained that they were "a dietary supplement for those looking to put on healthy weight."

Jessica wondered who was pranking her with an order like this, but she still had to admit the truffles smelled great. Against her better judgment, she bit into one and discovered the dark chocolate was filled with a deliciously sweet pink cream. She decided to put a few in her purse, just in case these joke candies did not make her sick.

As hours passed, Jessica went from wondering if the chocolates were poisoned to wondering if they had cocaine in them, because she was addicted. She ate all of the truffles from her purse by lunch, followed by her actual lunch, and by the end of the day, Jessica was excited to pop another sweet and creamy treat in her mouth.

After three days, co-workers kept taking second looks at Jessica, and her friends said she was glowing. Her clothes were starting to fit more snugly, ending up especially tight around the chest and hips. It only took a week for Jessica to notice the gradual change she was seeing. After inspecting a past photo of herself, she realized the change was not all that gradual.

Stripping out of her clothes, Jessica cupped her breasts. Of course her shirts were tight; it was clear the girl in the photo was barely an A cup while the new Jessica had grown into a C in only a few days! Likewise, her toothpick thighs and boney hips suddenly had a comfortable padding of fat thickening them up.

Needing to know, Jessica reach back and smacked her own ass and giggled, because she could feel the flesh jiggling.

The candies were addictive before they proved themselves to be some kind of body-altering supersnack. Jessica looked over the booklet again, taking special note of instructions that told her to pace herself. She would have to work on that after an initial week of satisfying gluttony.

She set aside the candies to last for another month, and the results were better than she could have hoped for. Her short stature had always worked with her thin frame to convince people she might be too young to work her job. Now, as her thighs rubbed and her full tits bounced as she walked, no one would be making that mistake again. Even her stomach had gone from being barely there to having a soft paunch. Every inch of her was becoming voluptuous, a word she was never able to see in herself before.

Whether it was the candies or the sheer joy of having a bombshell body for the first time in her life, Jessica noticed her skin was incredibly soft and her nerves were torturously sensitive. Every time her body bounced and jiggled, Jessica felt heat build. She had all these curves and she needed people to start fondling and squeezing every inch of her perfectly fondleable and squeezable body.

Luckily for her, by the time her life-changing shipment of chocolates ran out, her office was full of men and women lustily watching every little jiggle.

F is for Feminine

Feminine

Felix and his girlfriend Glynda were hitting a rough patch in their relationship. They loved each other, but she was getting fed up with his antiquated hangups and opinions. Felix grew up in a conservative, repressed household with a father who ingrained the idea of what a "man" should be in Felix's head.

That toxic masculinity trained Felix to pick interests that men would like and see women as subservient and frivolous. Glynda was getting tired of Felix making patronizing comments whenever she watched a "girly" show or bought a new tarot deck. Anything he was taught to associate with women, he could not help but poke fun at.

Nevertheless, he recognized his behaviors were the problem and wanted to address them for the sake of their relationship, but he needed help. Luckily, Glynda's "silly witchy hobby" went beyond recreation, and despite his flaws, Glynda could see something worth salvaging in Felix.

As the clock struck midnight, Glynda lit candles and offered honey cakes and prayers to Artemis, beseeching her to help her significant other see through the toxic indoctrination of his past and connect with his own femininity.

With his eyes closed to the world, memories started flashing back for Felix, going back to childhood. He remembered befriending girls at Kindergarten before his father warded away protective mothers who saw through him. School friends gave him dolls, only for Felix to be scolded when returning home with the gifts. As these chains became clear in Felix's mind, it was clear they were binding a bottle.

Glynda raised a glass vial she prepared for the ritual, manifesting whatever Felix was forced to bottle up. In the glass, a warm pink flame flickered to life. The light felt familiar and comforting, but it made Felix nervous. With a gentle word of encouragement from Glynda, Felix took the vial and, in an instant, the psychic chains crumbled, letting him open the vial.

He breathed the flame in deep, but it did no harm. All it filled his with was warmth and the scent of peonies. The warmth radiated through his body as feelings and truths, buried for so long, were reclaimed.

The Goddess saw the truths and wishes of a lost sister and granted her blessing. As the soothing warmth radiated, it brought new change. Body hair faded, but strawberry blonde locks grew and curled around her shoulders. Fat and muscles redistributed themselves, padding out her thighs, hips, and ass. Her features softened and her chest swelled into prominent buds on her chest.

Gasping in a new, higher pitch, Felicia opened her eyes and looked at her body, draped in clothes a bit too big for her new frame. She finally looked up at Glynda, who was beaming proudly.

Glynda's significant other broke from the toxicity the patriarchy forced on her, reconnected with her repressed femininity, and as her truest self, they could retry their relationship on a healthier foundation.

After she took Felicia shopping for a new wardrobe, of course.

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.

Mai Brain Drained Valentine

Today's Story is a Submission from Johnny Silver!

The stakes were always high in a shadow duel. Mai knew that. But while walking down the street a voice called to her from an alley. It whispered to her dreams of power and fame. After following the voice she found the source lying in the gutter…a golden eye attached to a metal choker. A new millennium item?

It promised such sweet things. All she had to do was defeat the spirit that dwelled within and all of its power would be hers. She had watched Yugi, Bakura, and Marik duel, so she figured she had an edge. What did she have to lose?

Mai slipped the gold choker across her soft, pink neck. Her skin goosebumped under the cool metal and she could feel the swell of dark energy flowing under her skin. The alley around her changed into a dome of swirling pink and purple colors and before her she watched a figure, dark and feminine materialize. The duel had begun. 

Card after card were played as Mai moved with all the tactician of the champion she was renown for. But with every move, each monster was defeated, each spell was countered, and each trap was disarmed. It wasn't long before her Life Points drained, along with it the unseen cost: her very mind.

Mai looked to the panicked eyes of her last standing Harpy Lady. Her moves had gotten sloppier in the last few rounds, the cost of losing. With every dip in Life Points, Mai could feel her careful, calculating mind disappearing into effervescent pops of pinkish bubbles. 

Her self-assured trash talking which usually accompanied her on every duel was not turning into moments of blank silence and uncharacteristic giggling. In this instance her Harpy Lady looked to her for instruction. However, all the monster received was a blank expression and a dribble of drool falling out of the corner of Mai's mouth. 

“Darlin’” the shadowy effigy says. “You have to finish your move.”

“Oh? OH! Hehehe, sorry,” Mai gulped. Deep down she knew that was wrong but she continued anyways. “Silly me! Ummmmmmm…I know, I’ll…pass! Hehehe, ‘pass’. That rimes with ‘ass’.”

“It does,” The shadowy voice encouraged with a feline-like purr. “You know, that skirt already leaves nothing to the imagination.”

“It does?” Mai tries to turn her head to look. As she does she is surprised to see just how curvy her ass is now. Was it always like that? “Huh. You’re right! I shouldn’t wear what doesn’t fit.” Her tongue sticking out of her mouth in effort, Mai wriggles as she struggles to unbutton her skirt. Once it falls free, her now voluptuous dumptruck of an ass jiggles out, free in the open air. “Ah. Better!”

“Mmmm, indeed,” the spirit says. “Now, my move.”

The monster that it had summoned lunges forward with a deadly sword that cuts down the Harpy Lady with a scream. At the same time, Mai’s expression shifts to that of tense bliss as she feels even more thoughts bubble away into pink bounciness. With a sigh, Mai slumps forward, arms hanging limp at her sides. How many Life Points left? 1-0-0…what did that mean?

“Darlin’,” the spirit says. “Now it’s your turn sweetie.”

“Oh, umm, hrm,” the glassy-eyed duelist looks at the cards in her hand. She pulls one out and lays it face up on the field. Unfortunately it is a magic card that she placed on the monster field so nothing happens. “There we goooOOO!”

Mai feels a sudden weight on her chest. She watches in awe as her breasts begin to expand, inflating outward more and more until they burst free of her corset. Anyone would be embarrassed but Mai’s pink fluffy thoughts can only smile as the cool air of the alley licks across her now engorged, sensitive nipples. Her body shivers in response. “W-What’s happening?”

“What are you talking about?” The spirit asks. “This is what you wanted. Power. Fame. Did you really think you were going to get all that without an amazing body to match?”

“I…I guess so…” Mai replies. She can’t help running her hands over her now massive tits. As she does this, her eyes drift to her duel disk and single, useless card laying upon it. “Oh! Um…my turn is done, tehee! Almost forgot that time.”

The shadow grins. Mai doesn’t even hear her opponent command the attack. There is movement as the monster runs up to her, but she is so distracted by her new bouncer assets that she is unable to pay attention. But there is no pain when the monster attacks. Rather there is a simple, soft boop on her nose. 

Blinking and wiggling her nose cutely, Mai turns to see that the spirit of the choker is now standing next to her, their finger upon her nose.

“Hrm?” Mai sighs. She didn’t see her Life Points roll down to zero.

The spirit grins and whispers sensually into Mai's ear. “I win.”

There is a flash of light. The alley around her returns as the dome of pink and purple evaporates. Her lips pout in doubt as she looks down at her exposed massive chest and around to her ass. Huh. Well what was she doing here?

The same sultry whisper from before tickles her earlobe. "Why don't we go home? We can try out your amazing body and I can show you the power of the Millennium Choker over and over and over again."

At the sound of the familiar voice, Mai coos in appreciation. She was grateful for the idea. She didn't like making decisions.

"Okay!" She giggles. With a hop in her step and a jiggle of her butt, Mai leaves the alley, leaving behind only her thoughts and pile of forgotten cards.

Cyclops: Bub to Babe

Love Triangles are exhausting and get in the way of important things. Fortunately, when you're the Phoenix and can manipulate reality, you can find creative solutions to your Triangle. Jean Grey is going to teach Scott exactly what she needs from him her.

A Softer Scarlet

The Scarlet Witch might be a dangerous foe, but Agatha Harkness has been around long enough to know there is more than one way to deal with a feisty sorceress. All Wanda needed to learn was how to settle down and find her place in the household universe.

 

The Bugs & The Bees

A buggy mutant looks to take her mutation to the next level, but she is in for a sweet surprise when the mentor guiding her transformation is less superheroine and more supervillainess.

(Caption commissioned by JohntheSilver81!)