Supernatural Boobs and the Belly

As soon as the plus-size panties were pinned to where they weren't falling down her thighs, the uh, wind(?), spirit(?)...of magic -whatever! - died down. Then the plus-size dress hung down limply. The pink thing was so baggy on her! It completely hid the shape she had worked the past year to perfect. Looking in the cheap, full-length mirror in PE teacher's office, Alice thought, I look fat!

Her own panties on, and having just finished latching her maternity bra, Tomoguchi handed her a bathrobe belt. "This is the best I can do. Use it to cinch the your waist. It'll give you a figure."

It did. Sort of. Alice was proud of her magic D cups, but with just the the black, fabric belt, it looked like she had huge boobs that went all the way round to her waist. I look like our matronly top-heavy school counselor, Ms Henson.

No, wait, she was wrong: without a bra on, her magic boobs were playing with gravity again. The supernaturally light D cups jiggled, shifted, swayed and bobbed to the smallest of her movements and these shaped and reshaped the material into the shape of her boobs beneath. As always, her girls seemed to crave attention.

"Oh, great! Come on! Get up!" Tomoguchi said out loud as she struggled to get her gym shorts higher over her pregnant belly. Alice could sympathize. She wouldn't want shorts that rode low and let the world see her stretch marks.

Alice shivered. Without protection, she could end up with a belly like that herself. It had been a wonder that her bouncy girls hadn't attracted the kind of attention that would get her knock up! Her hexes had helped, but the ones she knew only worked against people she could name.

All of this was leaving Alice very conflicted, torn between keeping herself decently covered up or going pervy naked and trusting in magic. If she knew more magic, or knew some mentor that did, she could be more confident in the power of nudism, being 'nature-clad'.