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.

H is for Hairpin

Hairpin

Haley and Isabel were the most competitive girls in their class. The two had birthdays in the same week and had competing parties. They went after the same guys. Most importantly, after four years at the same university, they were fighting to end the year as valedictorian.

Haley teased Isabel, pointing out that she was just edging her out going into Spring Break.

Something about Isabel's response was ominous. "We'll see how you like edging."

The young blonde student tried to shake off the comment and focus on her assignments.

Except it was the most annoying thing. As she focused on her word document, the fabric of her shirt brushed her nipple and it was like a switch was flipped. Try as she might to think about sentences, she just became more aware of the way her clothes were touching her. Haley was not prudish, but she considered herself low-libido.

Her body was just unexpectedly sensitive. If she could deal with this sudden swelling of need, she could focus. She slipped her fingers into her waistband, but the moment her fingertips brushed her clit, her vision went white and her eyes rolled back. The pleasure was so overwhelming, before she realized it, she had multiple fingers inside herself.

She came so easily. But that was not the end of things. There was barely any time to come down from the blissful climax before she was rubbing her thighs together, and the fabric between them was enough to get her going again.

The week of Spring Break was a blur. She masturbated, she came, she masturbated again, repeating until she passed out with fingers still in her pussy. A package came to her door on Friday; evidently, in her lusty haze, she had ordered a vibrator online. The new toy was put to immediate use, and by the time her body was too exhausted to fuck herself again, she looked at her computer and realized it was Wednesday. She had masturbated her way through three days of missed classes.

She did all she could to prepare for Thursday. finding a dress of the lightest material and connecting with someone shady online to obtain a local anesthetic. She needed her body under control to go to her classes and apologize to her professors. She would figure out a good excuse once her head started clearing out the pink sex fog clouding her mind.

Taking a seat next to Isabel, she grinned knowingly at Haley. "You're looking flushed, Haley. Are you still feeling... unwell?"

Haley's jaw dropped. Did Isabel know what was happening? Before she could ask, the professor called class into session. Haley's body felt heavy and numb, but it was better than the alternative.

Isabel furrowed her brow as minutes passed without incident, but the competitive witch finally pieced together what was happening. Flipping to a new page in her notebook, she drew a circle with an intricate design inside it. Getting up from her seat under the pretence of going to the bathroom, she tapped the glyph against Haley's shoulder and muttered, "Purify."

The numbness faded immediately. Haley's eyes went wide as the loose dress moved with her every movement and her nipples went erect and desperate for contact. Haley tried subtly cupping her own breasts, but at that point it was all over. Eventually, Haley had to be escorted out by security after refusing to stop masturbating in front of her Professor and peers, leaving a puddle of her sex in the chair she left behind.

Haley broke free from the security guards to hunt down Isabel, trying to demand answers, but by the time she found her in a washroom, her tongue was hanging out of her mouth and her body was shaking.

Isabel smirked. "Enjoying my Hairpin Charm? I was skeptical that it could put your sensitivity and libido on a hairpin trigger, but I've really made a useless slut out of you. Can you even think of anything else now?"

Haley tried to be mad, but thoughts of anger were melting into thoughts of lust. ALL her thoughts were devolving into sex. Her hand was buried in her cunt under her dress, and even her own touch felt insufficient for her inhumane need.

"You know what? Ask me for anything. I'll grant you any request in my power."

This was it. Haley could ask for the charm to be lifted so she could try to salvage her life. If she could put together that line of thought, she could be freed from life as a horny pervert.

But she was too far gone. "F-fuck me. P-p-please, fuck me!"

Isabel was so proud, pulling out a plug with a gem embedded in it and a small vibrator. "You want that? Your most bitter rival?"

"Yes!"

"But what if I only fuck you if you drop out and become my useless fucktrophy?"

Haley nodded, dripping drool from her hanging tongue and cum from between her legs. A fucktrophy was all she wanted to be. All she could see herself as now. 

Hornycunt would live a blissful life leashed in the corner of Isabel's dorm masturbating shamelessly to keep herself hot and wet for when her new owner wanted to reward herself with her conquered nemesis.

G is for Gym Bunny

 Gym Bunny

Gwen was in a new relationship and things were good. Well, okay. Okay for the most part. Harry was well-intentioned, but as a fitness nut, he had a habit of saying casually judgmental things. Since college, Gwen had put on some pudge working her sedentary office job, a trait she was painfully aware of lately thanks to Harry.

With a delicate nudge, Gwen changed into baggy gym pants after work and found a local gym to check out. Harry offered to go with her, but after a series of sarcastic comments, she decided it was best to go it alone.

Inexperienced and out of practice, Gwen found herself getting tired after challenging herself on the treadmill. She took a break at the water fountain where she made a new friend. Something about Anabel put Gwen at ease. She was gorgeous and confident, but the way she encouraged Gwen came with no judgment.

Gwen admitted that her boyfriend was being kind of an ass, and Anabel's energy shifted. The challenge of getting back into fitness and finding her own confidence was daunting for Gwen, but her new friend was adamant that she had just the thing to help.

The next day, Anabel offered Gwen a water bottle filled with her own homemade workout drink. Gwen drank the busty witch's potion and felt the effects immediately. Her muscles were tingling and warm, as though fire pervaded every fiber of her body. Gwen shivered, finding pleasure in the sudden burst of energy.

Gwen's new supplement broke down all the walls she hit in her first workout. She felt the "burn," but she was not getting tired. The more she worked out, the more natural the act of lifting, running, pushing became. At the end of the night, looking at herself in the mirror, her appearance had not changed, but she admired her body glistening with sweat, chubby tummy and all.

Each afternoon, Gwen would go in for her workout, and each night she would return home and her boyfriend would make negging comments. The difference was, as her workout routine became more consistent, her boyfriend's words came through muddled and distant. She thought nothing of it; thanks to her daily potion, tuning out negativity and judgment became second nature.

After a month, Gwen had drawers of yoga pants and compression tops and chub was already melting away into strong, firm muscle. Her arms were defined, her thighs were thick, and for the first time in her life, she had abs. Abs!

Another important change was the notable absence of Harry in her life. He made some comment about her getting too "bulky for a female," but Gwen was oblivious to most of what he said after a month of her potion inoculating her to negativity. And that was all he was; negativity under the guise of "good intentions." Casually, Gwen let him know she was done with him, and try as he might to gaslight her into changing her mind, she ignored him like the insignificant man he was.

Harry would not be missed; the other women at the gym had taken up shamelessly (but respectfully) admiring Gwen and her progress. Anabel, her wonderfully witchy new girlfriend, said it was her natural confidence shining through. Gwen agreed, but with how handy Anabel and the other gym bunnies got with her waist in the showers, she was willing to admit the abs helped.

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.