Oh Yes

Lois looked down at herself. She didn't feel any different...and smiled ruefully at the foolishness of it all. A woman of her age, playing with spells and incantations. The reporter figured she should get out of here before anyone found her, and tugged the shirt down over her belly button...

...except it wouldn't go.

Perplexed, the reporter stared downwards, straight into her cleavage. Really serious cleavage. While Lois had a decent pair, they were never more than a handful, champagne glass breasts that were perky half-teardrops. Now...the tits stuck on her chest were full, prominent, sagging over the lacy bra that Lois had worn, tenting out the front of her shirt so that she could barely see the tips of her own shoes.

Now that Lois could see them, she became aware of the weight of them too...a slight strain in the back, the straps of her bra digging into her shoulders, the constraining sense of pressure as the too-small bra sought to hold them in. The reporter poked at them, gently, and felt her own finger through the flesh.

Real.

Lois shook her head...then wondered if the spell had worked on the rest of her as well. Twisting her body, she turned to look at her ass—not normally her best feature, given her low body mass index. Her family just didn't have the genes for a good booty, and he wan't a squat-monster at the gym, so her posterior, while pleasantly round and muscular, was never...full.

Until now.

The curvy shelf of her ass flared out, barely contained by her tight pants, the waistband drawn down so that the top of her ass-cleavage was visible, her black lace underwear peeking out like the top of a thong. It was the kind of ass that Lois had dreamed of as a stick-thin teenager, and she experimentally flexed her muscles, lifting each cheek in turn, watching them jiggle. Muscular, but with a bit of padding.

As for the rest...Lois couldn't tell, not without a mirror. But she already had much better curves in two places. Which meant the spell worked...which meant the book worked... Lois hesitated, tempting thoughts running through her head. She should go. Someone could be along at any moment. Yet... This was real magic. The kind of thing people only dreamed about. Would it really hurt to do...a bit more?