Ottilia's Friend Angela

Ottilia was about to move onto another spell, to give herself the sexier butt and legs she never had but now wanted, but before she could, she paused and held her breath the moment she heard the doorbell ring. Who could that be?

Putting down the book and quickly heading towards the front of the house (all the while feeling her new larger breasts bouncing beneath her clothing - a feeling that was completely foreign to her, but also very pleasant), she looked out the window and spotted her friend Angela Hart standing outside. That was right, she now recalled. She had made plans to meet with Angela today, knowing that her husband would be out of town. They were going to go over their plans for Women's Faith, a church group for women living in Nelson's Ridge who didn't necessarily want to attend church, that met outside Ottilia's church, typically in different homes, depending on which member of the group was hosting that week. That weekend, they were planning on meeting at Ottilia's home. She had gotten so wrapped up in looking through her new favorite book that she had totally forgotten about this.

But she couldn't let Angela see her like this. She'd freak out for sure. The red hair was an obvious giveaway that something was up with her, but that could just be her wearing a wig, for all Angela knew. Her larger breasts were a different matter. Even wearing this frumpy beige dress, it was clear that her breasts had grown. Hearing the doorbell ring again, then Angela knocking too, Ottilia's heart raced, wondering what to do.