Violet gets the body she always dreamed of

A couple days had gone by since Violet had conferred with Esmeralda regarding her grand plan for horny ****. She’d spent much of those days studying the sections of the tome that the gypsy had recommended she peruse, trying to fathom how she’d combine the various spells they described. The more she read, however, the easier that task began to seem. Many spells relied on the same principles and techniques as each other. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been so surprised that similar means made for similar ends, but this was all so new to her… and yet so familiar. Could her years of fascination with magic in fiction be allowing her to more easily take to wielding the real thing? It would hardly be the most outlandish part of it all, were that the case.

Before she could delve much deeper into that rabbit hole, however, Violet was jerked from her thoughts by a series of seven short knocks at her front door. She rushed to answer it, hastily hiding the book under one of her old sofa’s cushions as she did. To her surprise, it was Esmeralda that greeted her at the door. " I- I didn't expect to see you so soon!" Violet stammered. "The shop has done well enough recently that I could afford to close its doors a bit early today." The gypsy explained. "Are you prepared to perform the rituals, Violet?" "Well... I planning on having my friend Samantha over for moral support but-" "Then we shall wait for her. There is no rush; it only gives us more time to prepare." Esmeralda stated, answering Violet's question before it was out of her mouth.

"I think I have most of the basics figured out. I've got a vision of how I want to look, chosen the spells that I'll use to get there and picked a place to do the ritual." Violet spoke with relative confidence as she lead Esmeralda toward her chosen site: Her bedroom. It was a place where she felt safe, in control. The perfect place for her to do magic.

Violet's bedroom was modestly sized, though hardly cramped by any stretch of the imagination. There was enough room to accommodate a single bed, a small desk and a couple bookshelves while leaving sufficient floor space to walk around it all. The room’s sole window was covered by tightly closed blackout curtains, granting privacy to the sexually-charged arcane affairs that were set to soon take place.

“I didn’t really have a good way to make any kind of circle for the rituals.” Violet confessed to Esmeralda as they entered the room. “But, according to a few parts of the book, I have something else that should work just as well, at least for the first ritual.” The young redhead then opened her closet door, revealing the old, full-length mirror hung on the inside. “My grandma left it to me in her will. She said she couldn’t think of a better gift for ‘a pretty little girl like me.’ I’ve never used it for anything before now...” Esmeralda stood in silence as she took in Violet’s tale. After a moment, the gypsy gave a solemn nod. “It should work brilliantly. Although, I must warn you that silver foci can be… tricky to work with. However, I do not anticipate it to be anything you cannot overcome.” Violet Smiled at that remark.

There were only a few loose ends that the pair had to tie up before the ritual was ready to commence. Given the dramatic changes that Violet knew her figure would undergo, she concluded that, despite the embarrassment, it would be best for her to perform the ritual naked. Wearing a bathrobe in the meantime, she discussed more of the ritual’s details with Esmeralda. They went over the specific techniques Violet had chosen and her reasoning behind each choice, as well as the vision she had for her improved appearance. Just as the two had finished reviewing the final spells Violet had decided upon, there came another set of knocks from the front door and a muffled call of “Violet! I’m here!” Violet recognized the voice and rushed to answer the door, eager to begin now that her moral support had arrived.

Violet stood before the makeshift altar while Samantha and Esmeralda sat to the side on her bed. Her heart was pounding like a drum. It felt like she’d waited forever for this moment. “You’ve got this, Vi.” Sam assured her. And with that, Violet dropped her robe, took in the sight her flat, pudgy body one last time, and began chanting. Her words were rhythmic, and all tied together by the same themes; lust and beauty, change and transformation…

Motes of silvery light began to dance across the mirror’s surface. Violet’s skin tingled as they raced over her reflection. The sensation marked the first change: Her skin became smooth and clear, then took on a more vibrant complexion, as if she’d suddenly gotten a light suntan.

The reflection in the mirror rippled, and Violet felt a phantom breeze run through her dull and lifeless hair. Her fingers followed the breeze, and as they did, her hair grew long and luscious, cascading down her back like a waterfall of rubies.

Her face was next to change, though there weren’t many improvements Violet wanted to make to it. Her features were, all in all, quite fair already, but their beauty was diluted by excess fat. That, however, was to change. Subtle warmth radiated through Violet’s cheeks and about her neck. She watched as her double-chin vanished and the angles and curves of her jaw and cheekbones finally showed themselves in full. She briefly paused her chant as she made the only other change that she would make to her face. The tingling returned, focused on her lips. She’d always liked thicker lips, and she couldn’t help but grin as she saw her own plump up.

As Violet resumed chanting, the warmth that had wreathed her face began spreading throughout her body, starting at the ends of her limbs. She stared giddily at her glimmering reflection as her spell went to work. Her pudgy arms became slender and subtly toned. Her legs changed similarly, almost seeming to grow longer as the cellulite vanished from her slimming thighs. The pathetic mounds of fat that passed for her breasts perked up and rounded as she lost weight, finally realizing themselves as a pair of perfectly formed B-cups. In much the same way, her flabby ass was pulled taught into a modest, pert booty.

Her cunt started dripping as the fat-burning fire reached her core. Her fat belly and love handles were far and away the manifestations of excess weight that earned her the most bullying from Jess. Violet’s breath quickened as she watched her waist slim down. She placed a hand on her stomach and felt in wonder as it receded beneath her touch, becoming the kind of tight, flat abdomen that most girls only dreamed of having.

Awe. That was the only word to describe what Violet felt as she looked at her handiwork so far. She wasn’t even finished with the ritual, and already she could’ve ogled her new body for hours. Never would she have guessed that, moderate though they were, such wonderful, beautiful curves hid under the fat that once covered her. The other changes: her hair, her skin, her lips… they all completed the package. To think that only a few simple changes had already made her so sexy…

“Concentrate, Violet.” She heard Esmeralda’s voice call. “You haven’t yet done all that you sought to do. If you stop now, much of your magic will be squandered.” It was true. If Violet stopped now, she would lose all the arcane momentum she’d built up and, at best, need to rest for several days before finishing her transformation. Or worse, face any of the myriad consequences that could arise from letting such mighty magic run wild through the room.

Violet took a deep breath, refocusing on the mental image of her ideal body. Her chant increased in tempo, and the dimming glow within the mirror returned to its former brightness as it did. The shimmering wisps clustered around Violet’s hips as the final improvements began.

Her thighs were first, their lightly toned muscles growing in size and strength, while mingling with a taut layer of subcutaneous fat to achieve a softer look. Violet was quite satisfied with her work, her thighs now alluringly thick while maintaining a fair gap between them. Next came her hips. They were quite reasonable, considering how much she’d slimmed down, but Violet wanted to have the kind of hourglass figure she’d fapped to countless times. To this end, her hips flared outward substantially. She also chose to further narrow her waist to really drive the effect home.

Finally, the magic moved on to her ass. This was the only part of her transformation that the mirror didn’t really provide her with a good look at, but the glimpses she caught of Sam and Esmeralda’s expressions told her all she needed to know. Her small, perky rump swelled to proportions that would make even the most squat-dedicated gym bunny green with envy, all while maintaining a perfectly round shape.

The mystical glow in the reflection migrated to Violet’s breasts. Her modest mounds began to tingle fervently, a pleasurable sensation she added to as she played with her rock-hard nipples. She groped her tits as they began to grow. B-cups became Cs, then Ds… it felt wonderful. Feeling them fill her hands more and more as she played with them was almost addictive. Violet stopped the growth once she hit E-cups; big, but (hopefully) not too cumbersome. Much like with her ass, magic molded the shape of her tits. They had the size and perkiness of implants, but the shape and feel of the real thing, a combination Violet found simply tantalizing.

And now, for the final piece of Violet’s transformation, the most intricate magic that she’d ever worked: Giving herself a cock. She’d spent many hours during her preparations sorting through the various spells she could use to do so. In the end, she’d settled on a technique that would reshape the upper reaches of her vulva into a Futanari cock and balls.

Her chant shifted as one hand went to her crotch, searching for her not-so-shy clit. As her fingers found the hard nub, it began to grow. Longer, thicker… soon it began to change in shape and texture, as well. The end flared into a distinct head, as skin raced up from her shaft’s base to sheath it. More skin formed a seal over her relocating urethra, forming a sack soon filled by her ovaries as they transmuted to produce sperm as well. Violet started stroking her newly formed rod, feeling pleasures that she could only imagine before. Her length and girth continued to increase as she did, swiftly reaching pornstar proportions. Her balls swelled to match, churning with growing quantities of cum as they did. Violet’s Girlcock topped out at a foot in length, her scrotum bulging to a proportional size.

Now, her transformation was complete. She’d become the Futa bombshell she’d always fantasized about being. As the glow faded from the mirror, the exhaustion of her magical efforts washed over her. She was ready to collapse, and once she’d pulled out her desk chair, she did. Into a tired, sexy heap of lust and body euphoria.