A Tour and More Fruit!

Marcy watched the young woman carefully. The berry was clearly affecting her deeply, but it was hard to assess how it might change her.

Heather’s aura had changed slightly. Marcy watched as it turned from a hot red to a simmering pink as the woman feasted on her berry. That change hadn’t faded yet.

“So do you have any flower preferences? Roses? Peonies?”

“I was thinking of having a mixture of marigolds, daffodils, and geraniums plus a couple tulips.”

“Sounds like you’ve already got a plan in mind.”

Heather scoffed.

“I do. Now ask my husband the same thing and see what you get. You’ll be lucky if you get an ‘I don’t know’. He’s clueless.”

“Ouch. I sense some tension,” Marcy giggled. She was surprised by how much the woman was opening up to her.

“Sorry, I probably sound really bitter. I shouldn’t have said any of that.”

“It’s really fine, Heather. Here are some of our marigold selections.”

Marcy pointed to a couple clumps of pretty orange flowers that had been minimally affected by her magic. Heather sniffed the flowers and sighed.

“I used to help my mother garden when I was little and loved it. I haven’t done it in years, but I still love the smell of fresh flowers.”

“Are you trying to get back into gardening?”

Heather shook her head.

“No, we’re just trying to spruce the place up before the wedding. Make it feel like something a married couple would live in.”

“Oh, is the wedding coming up?”

“It’s in October, so still a long ways off. We have most of the summer.”

Marcy nodded and fluffed the marigolds, subtly zapping them with a little of her energy. Just enough to get them generating a couple potent pheromones.

“Wow, those smell so good,” Heather said.

“I know. I’ve cultivated them myself to be really strong.”

“You must be very talented,” Heather said. “I wish I had a talent like that.”

“I’m sure you have something,” Marcy said, looking at the young woman carefully.

Heather breathed heavily and her normally pale cheeks were flushed. Clearly, the berry was still affecting her, though not enough to prevent her from talking and thinking straight.

“Not really, beyond my job. My fiancé and I just kind of watch TV when we get home from work. Separately.”

“Oh. Well I’m sure you’re both very tired from work.”

Heather shrugged and started to walk idly down the aisles of the greenhouse.

“I suppose so. It can be lonely though. I sometimes wish he would pay more attention to me.”

It was fascinating watching this former tight-ass do a complete 180 and open like a flower to Marcy. She hoped desperately that she could have a little more time with the woman before her fiancé barged in.

“I’m sure once your married it’ll be better,” Marcy said.

On one hand, she desperately wanted to fill Heather with her magic and experiment with her. On the other, she felt genuine pity for the woman. Under her bluster and anger was a deeply insecure soul and Marcy knew that feeling.

“I don’t know. We started great, but recently, I feel like he’s had eyes for other women.”

“Oh that’s not good.”

“Yeah. Well I’m bummed out now. Hey, can I sneak a few more of those berries? Maybe that’ll cheer me up.”

Marcy burned with excitement on the inside. Now the real party could begin.

“Sure! Have as many as you like!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t eat too many. I don’t want to ruin your plant.”

“Trust me,” Marcy said. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

They walked back to the lustberry plant and Marcy watched Heather pluck three fat berries from the vines, plopping one in her mouth.

The woman threw her head back and moaned softly. With mounting pleasure, Marcy could feel Heather’s aura darkening slightly.

“These are so freaking good,” Heather cried before popping another berry. “Did you cultivate this one too?”

Marcy nodded.

“You are so talented. And gorgeous. God, I hope my husband doesn’t see you.”

“Hey, you’re a beauty too.”

“Please. Not like you. I don’t have the-um,” Heather motioned to her small chest.

“They aren’t everything,” Marcy said. Given that she had only had large boobs for a few hours and already adored them, this was a complete lie.

“To men they are. God, Brian is always staring at other women’s boobs.”

“Do you wish yours were bigger?”

Heather ate the last berry in her hands sloppily, bright purple juice running down her cheek. Then she started picking another round.

“It would make my relationship easier. To be honest, they seem kind of fun too. Are they?”

Marcy giggled and stuck out her chest.

“I think so. To be honest, they haven’t been big for long.”

“Boobjob?” Heather asked between bites.

She was losing all tact as she consumed more and more berries.

“No! Not at all. Freak growth spurt actually.”

“Jesus,” Heather said. “Oh crap, I’m not supposed to take the Lord’s name in vain. That’s what my bible study talked about last week.”

“You’re a Christian?”

“Trying to be,” Heather said between bites. “It’s hard sometimes though. I don’t know if I really believe it.”

Heather swallowed two berries at once and rushed back to the bush for more fruit. She had lost all self control and was now moaning with her bites.

Marcy looked carefully and saw a hint of cleavage forming in the neck hole of Heather’s plain white shirt. Her face was stained with berry juice, but it was clear her lips were getting fuller and her face prettier.

“These are fucking amazing. And they never seem to run out. I’ve had over a dozen!” Heather cried.

“I’m glad you like them,” Marcy said.

The changes in Heather were accelerating. Her breasts were clearly getting bigger, straining her previously roomy t-shirt. Likewise, Heather’s aura had turned to a deep, simmering violet.

It was time for Marcy to make her move.