Out of the mouth of a babe

"Xander, sweetie, hows your day been?" Joyce asked, keeping to neutral topics as they weren't yet in private.

Xander let out a small whine as he reached the top of the stairs, "Ugh... hectic?" he shrugged, "That's a good a word as any. Weird is also a good word for today."

"How so?" Joyce bit her lower lip, he was too cute when he was unsure of himself.

"Uhhhhh.... a lot more attention from the female side of the population today." Xander said cagily with a suppressed shuddered. "Too much."

Joyce stifled a giggle, he was so shy around women it was cute. She just had to set him straight and make him realize he had nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. "Well of course they are! You, Xander Harris are not only the sexiest man alive but now you are the most eligible bachelor in the world. You are free. Unattached. Fair Game. Now that you aren't with that big boobed bimbo any woman with a brain in her head is going to be paying attention to you."

With those words magic met magic and havoc was unleashed. The magic of the love spell worked well with the magic of the ring and suddenly Xander Harris was known world wide, the world's most eligible bachelor, sexiest man alive, the object of affection for any woman with a brain in her head, alive or dead, was fixated on him.

Xander looked over his shoulder at Joyce and tried to scoff. But he was aware of the fact that for some reason he was a world wide phenomenon. Women everywhere loved him, he even out ranked Brad Pitt on the latest People sexiest man alive. He just wish he knew why. Looking around for something to say he caught onto what else Jayce had said, "Don't call Cordy that. She's not... She's not a... bimbo."

Joyce snorted. That was patently absurd. The girl downstairs sitting on her couch was indeed a bimbo. And one who didn't know how good she had it. She had the world's sexiest man in her grasp and then let him go? That was the actions of a brain dead bimbo. "Xander, she is what she is and what she is is a big boobed bimbo. Does she have anything else going for her outside of being the most popular girl, a cheerleader, her fashion sense and a set of double Ds."

Sitting downstairs Cordelia Chase suddenly underwent a change as her breasts grew several sizes and her mind went from shrewd to simple. The magic of the ring making swift changes to her.

Xander stopped in front of the bathroom door and whined, "Well, I mean... I... She's more than that. She... I mean, bimbo? Really? There's a sweet side to her, really. There's more to her than just a pair of double Ds."

Joyce tittered, he was being defensive of his old girlfriend, that was sweet "Sure. What... E cups? F cups?" Joyce waggled her eyebrows, "You were the one who had hands on them, so how big were they? G cups? I bet G cups. She is a BIG Boobed Bimbo after all. I bet she had you feeling her up every chance she got, playing with her big boobies. I bet she had really sensitive boobies. She made you play with her nipples a bunch, huh? Tweaking. Pulling. Squeezing. I bet she got off on it. She must be wandering around in a haze of almost orgasm waiting for you to play with her boobies. Did she let you suck on them? I bet she came when you sucked on them."

Downstairs Cordelia Chase gasped as her massive breasts thrummed with pleasure as she crossed her arms over her chest, her nipples being brushed by her arms. She whined as it reminded her of how horny she was. She wasn't ready to cum just yet but she felt like she was one minute of Xander's special touch away from a mind melting orgasm. Looking up towards the stairs Cordelia wondered what Xander was up too. And if he could spare her a minute.

"Joyce!" Xander said in alarm, staring at her in wide eyes horror. "Don't say- You can't say that!"

"Xander." Joyce rolled her eyes and swatted his arms playfully. "I don't mean anything by it. I'm not being malicious. I'm just telling the truth and you know it. We can be and always have been open and honest with each other."

Xander hung his head and let out a groan. "Well, yeah, it's true Cordy has big boobs and she liked to have them played with but... I mean... She's not a slut or anything. I mean, yeah, she liked to have... she called them boobgasms, but.... We haven't even, y'know, we haven't inserted tab P into slot V, if you get me. We're both still virgins."

Joyce just smiled. Of course Xander and Cordelia hadn't done it yet. Cordelia was just a beard. A cover story. A lie they told the world. Someone like Xander would have a big boobed bimbo on his arm, it was only right, he was the world's sexiest man. He couldn't possibly be seen with an older woman, no matter how much she loved him. And while that bothered her the fact that Xander was saving his virginity for her was something that kept her going. "Oh Xander, you're too good for that girl. You deserve someone better."

Xander shrugged his shoulders, "I'll keep my eyes open. But, I mean, have you seen Cordy? It's hard to top that."

"Xander, there's more to life than big boobies." Joyce shook her head. "What you need is more than just blatant tits and ass. You need a woman who is sensual, erotic, experienced. Someone who could show you the finer points of an adult relationship."

Xander smiled at her and raised an eyebrow, "Anyone in particular, Joyce? Someone I know perhaps?"

Joyce tried to keep from blushing as he looked at her with those soulful eyes and come hither smile, stuffing down the need to say ME at the top of her lungs she just smiled back, "Do I look like that person?"

Xander nodded his head, "Yeah. Sensual. Erotic. Exotic. Experienced. Sexy. Desirable. Someone more than a pair of just a pair of double Ds." he looked her over, "Open and honest, right?"

Joyce chuckled, "Well, you aren't wrong. I am more than just a pair of double Ds." The two were completely unaware of the fact that the magic ring was making changes to Joyce's body. Inflating her chest to Double Ds while also trying to fill in the the gaps between what Xander and Joyce thought the meaning of Erotic, Exotic, Experienced, Desriable, Sensual and Sexy meant. For Xander that meant Amy Yip in the Hong Kong softcore porn Sex and Zen, for Joyce it leant more towards Kathleen Turner in Body Heat.

Xander and Joyce jumped as Cordelia called out from the bottom of the stairs, "Xander? Are you up there?"