Physical Self Improvement

As Ottilia looked through the book, she found a lot of interesting spells, but she only had one thing in mind - improving herself, physically. Her hair changing ... it gave her such a thrill and she wanted to feel that again. But it wouldn't be her hair changing this time. It would be the rest of her, to match. She could be a type of woman she never could have been. Someone she now wished she could have been. Up until when her hair changed, becoming these bountiful tight curls of long rich vibrant red hair, she never felt the urge to be anything more than she was. She was a plain woman and she was content with that. But reading that first spell ... it was like it had awoken something within her. A hidden away part of her that desired to be more than just a plain woman, more than just a housewife, more than just the wife of a pastor. Much more.

"There it is," she said with a small smile, finding something finally.

Standing in front of her mirror, she spoke the Welsh words, understanding them completely, and waited for the changes to commence.

Ottilia had decided to start out small, to change one thing about herself at a time, to savor the experience, instead of having it done all at once. And the first thing she decided to improve about herself was her curves, or lack of, as it were. She had always been a thin wiry thing, with no real curves to speak of. And given her life choices, that was okay with her. But now that she had the opportunity to be more, she decided that her body was due for a change.

Watching her reflection in the mirror, she began to smile as she felt her breasts (a B-cup, barely bigger than an A, really) begin to grow! Her eyes widened, as they went up to a C, then a D. But then she became a bit worried, as they got even bigger. An E maybe? The spell hadn't specified how big they would get, just that they would be much larger. But her worry went away, for the most part, when they seemed to stop at something around an F-cup. Staring at her reflection, she couldn't believe she was seeing this. Like the red hair, it almost seemed like a dream. A vivid dream, but a dream nonetheless. She reached up and grabbed hold of them through her dress, immediately feeling a tingle of pleasure at the touch. Yes, they were real. Odd though was that her clothing wasn't damaged by the expansion. She thought that her dress, not to mention her bra, would burst apart the moment her breasts got too big, but it seemed that her clothes had resized themselves to accommodate her larger bust. She wondered why her clothing still remained the same style though. Clearly, a woman who had breasts this large would be the type to flaunt them, right? Not the type to be a prude, like Ottilia. But maybe that was why they hadn't changed ... because Ottilia was still a prude. Though, that may not always be.