The Transformation Spell

You examine your sister-in-law the rest of the day. Looking for curves in her clothes. Trying to find evidence of her rack. Does she have a history of back pain? Do men find her attractive even if everything else is mid? Did your brother marry a Sydney Sweeney—just a pair of big tits?

Your conclusion: she hides them well.

There’s no hint of those tits in your brother’s pictures. She must tape them down, ashamed of their massive size. Just the size of her tits make her vulgar, obscene. To protect my family’s conservative sensibilities, she has to keep them under wraps. If my family saw her tits, they would disown her as a harlot. No self respecting woman could have tits that big.

You decide to find proof, hard evidence. You decide to take matters into your own hands, literally. That is when you remember an old magic spell you learned from a dusty tome in your home's attic. A spell that allows you to transform into anything.

It's risky, but it's the only way to get the proof you need.