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Vivian looked at the shop owner as she held a vial full of pink liquid. “You realize that I don’t believe in magic, right?”

The old gentleman stroked his beard. “It’s not a matter if you want to believe in magic or not. Think of the spirit of the season. You want the man you’re after to find you attractive? I guarantee that this potion will do the trick. If I’m wrong, I’ll not only refund you, I’ll buy the empty vial back at triple the cost.”

Staring at the vial, Vivian sighed. It was twenty bucks. At worst, she was making forty dollars. At best, she was getting what she wanted: Tony. If he found her attractive, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her.  Vivian reached into her purse and pulled out the cash. The old man smiled and handed her a receipt.

As Vivian reached the door, the old man called out. “Just remember, Vivian. It’s what he finds attractive.”

Vivian rolled her eyes and stepped outside. Whatever, you crazy old bat. She opened the vial and tipped it back, drinking it in one swig. It had a fruity taste that reminded her of honeydew melons. She corked the vial and put in her purse before getting in her car. 

Adjusting her mirror so that she could check her makeup, the waifish young woman with pale skin and long dark hair looked every bit the goth that she meant to. She didn’t believe in this hocus pocus bullshit, but her best friend Shelly swore up and down that he was the reason her tits went from a B-cup to a J-cup last week. Given how outgoing her friend was, Shelly had gone so far as to let Vivian grope and inspect her breasts, just to prove they were real.

Driving off, Vivian’s stomach gurgled. She grimaced as she’d ate an hour ago and usually wasn’t going to be hungry again until the afternoon. Still, she pulled into the drive-thru and waited to order. By the time she was up to the speaker, she was famished. “I’ll have three triple cheeseburgers, pickle only, a large strawberry shake, and two apple pies. Oh, and a large fry.” Vivian blinked at herself, surprised she’d ordered as much as she did. She winced a bit at the cost as she pulled up to pay.

As she hit the highway, she’d already finished the first burger and was working on the second. Her shirt and skirt were beginning to feel snug by the time she hit the offramp to head over to Tony’s. Tonight was Pathfinder night with him, Shelly, Andrew, and Peter, who was running the game. She pondered stopping to grab snacks and pulled in to the nearby department stores. 

As she stepped out of the car, she heard a tale tell pop. Looking down, her eyes widened at broad her hips were now, the seams straining on her skirt, not to mention how much larger her tits were. This morning, she’d been a small B-cup but now it looked like she was stuffing a pair of softballs in her blouse and the top button had popped.

Vivian carefully made her way to the clothing section, constantly trying to figure out why her body swelled up like this. She hated how big she was getting, but, as her nipples brushed against her top and her skirt rose, showing more and more of her ass, her mind kept going to the thought of Tony’s hands all over her swelling curves. 

She flagged one of the female associates down and explained her fashion problem and that she’d put on a little weight. The woman nodded to Vivian and found a tape measure just as the second button popped off Vivian’s blouse. Luckily, the associate didn’t notice. She ushered Vivian into one of the changing rooms. “Do you have a preferred color or style?”

“Black, ideally, but, as long as it fits, it could be pink for all I care,” Vivian grumbled as she took off her blouse. 

The two barely fit in the changing room, but the associate, Bev, was able to get her measurements. She blinked and quickly took Vivian’s waist and hips. “You’re probably going to be stuck in pink or white, honey. Why you were out without a bra, I’ll never know. I’m pretty sure we have a 40K bra out there… somewhere.”

Vivian blinked as Bev exited. 40K? She’d been a 32B her entire adult life. Looking at herself in the mirror, she looked like she’d put on twenty to thirty pounds at least, not counting her breasts. Her eyes widened as, with each breath, her breasts got a tiny bit larger. Her hands cupped them. Vivian had to bite back a moan at how good they felt to be squeezed.

There was a polite tap at the door before Bev unlocked it and reached in with a black bra, matching shirt, and pair of stretch pants. Vivian took them and tried them on. She tugged her skirt off, noting that her panties were digging into her sides. She had a little trouble with the stretch pants and grimaced as she stared at her huge bubble butt. She almost wanted to cry until she thought about Tony’s hands being around her ass. The bra fit, if a bit snuggly, and Vivian realized that, if she kept growing, she’d need a larger bra soon. The pants, at least, should hold a while.

The tee barely fit over her breasts and showed her navel and the slightest bit of a fatty curve over her once tight abs. Still, it was something. She made her way out of the changing room and quickly found a package of larger panties and was astounded to find a similar bra in an even larger size. She paid for them all in the clothing section and rushed back to her car. To her dismay, she had to move the seat back to fit her larger tits and adjust the mirror as she was sitting higher on her bubble butt.

When she arrived at Tony’s house, she knocked on the door before entering. Vivian had somehow managed to be early, or so she thought. Tony opened the door and his chin almost hit the floor. “Vivian?”

She wanted to be angry at the look of hunger in his eyes. She wanted to hate him for lusting after her body. She liked being skinny. As his eyes took her new, curvy body in, she throbbed with need. “Shut up,” Vivian said with a sultry smile, “invite me inside, and I may just let you do more than look, Tony.”

Tony blinked and stepped back. Vivian stepped inside, locked the door and shoved Tony against the wall, kissing him soundly. Tony froze at first before kissing her back. His hands went around her massive ass, caressing it and squeezing it. Vivian moaned into the kiss, feeling Tony’s cock against her waist. She parted her lips from his and smiled up at him. “I think you more than like my new look,” she said, her hand going to her groin. “Why don’t we go ‘level up’ this relationship of ours and I’ll show you how my stats have grown.”

An hour later, the rest of the crew showed up, with Shelly giving Vivian a knowing grin upon seeing her. Vivian seemed much more relaxed and there was a grin on Tony’s face. He’d done the best he could to prevent the smell of sex from invading the rest of the house. Vivian chose to sit next to Tony and his hand kept sneaking between her thick thighs to tease her. She wasn’t happy about her new body, but she was growing to like it. She couldn’t wait for the game to be over. She wanted another round with her new boyfriend.