It goes slightly according to plan, with one subtle hitch (Reverse Effect)

"Did it work Wills?" Buffy swallowed nervously as the smoke cleared around her, trying not to smear the chalk lines too much in case they have to recast the spell, she tried to give her sore knees a break after having had knelt upon them so long during the spell. The willowy witch herself was buried nose deep in her books turning page after page for verification. But it was Xander who provided the most advice to the bubbly slayer, delivering the obvious. "Do something prove it, do something we wouldn't let you do!" His mind obviously had devolved into the realm of perversion which frustrated teens like himself often occupy their sexually under exposed minds to. To which Giles gravely added "So long as it is working, you should be under the spell's power of general acceptance now. You should be able to get away with anything now. Because the magic will warp everyone to accept your actions."

Willow spoke next, her nose customarily deep in her book and properly muffled to librarian tones, "The spell should be working! You should have the power to do anything right now." To which Xander perhaps too eagerly replies, letting his boyhood enthusiasm overtake him. "Yeah you can make her show you her tits!" To which Willow quickly snapped her spell book shut and gave him a reproachful glare. "How dare you pervert!" To which Xander shrugs apologetically, "Sorry Will's, it's something you would never really do right?" He looked at the other two for support of this even Buffy seemed put off by the suggestion looking at him with her own condescending glare to match Willow, but fortunately Giles had his back and got him out of this social mishap. His clear voice disturbed the overpressured teenage trio as he validated Xander's views while not entirely supporting them, "Willow, Buffy. He is not entirely wrong, the best way to test this is to do things you were not able to do before. So long as it is morally right to still do so of course." The mentor added that last part, obviously having gotten a bit lost in his own fantasies of having the power, as the aging mentor reached down and subtly adjusted his trouser snake soon after.

But the poor hormonal teen couldn't leave victorious because he quickly mumbled, "Well I would like to see her tits." Which was barely audible enough for the quartet to distinguish and once again gained the ire of Willow, who made it a point to glare at Xander even harder from acrossed the foursome. But before she could open her mouth, Buffy beat her too it. "Fine, I always seem to be doing this. But you want to see them so bad, here look." Buffy was rolling up her shirt as she spoke. Revealing her two teenage slayer tits safely nestled in her lacy pink bra and drawing three rather appreciative stares from her companions, to which she focused on Xander, biting her lip and letting her deep blue pools fall into his dark and lustful eyes before hooking her delicate fingertips into the band of her bra, and peal the cups free of her firm young boulders, and revealing her tiny pink nipples to the trio, Which rapidly hardened in the open air. Xander was speechless, licking his lips as his eyes remained glued to the blonde bombshell's coveted lady milkers. But Willow had seen her fair share more of tits than the frustrated and horny teenage boy, and so she spoke up next. "But Xand that's useless. She always shows guys her tits, you know that." To which the cheeky teen male grinned, "Exactly why I can't resist seeing them all the time!" He returned his gaze to the nubile slayer's tits, her pale delicate hands had slid underneath them, and the blonde was currently cupping her small tits upholding them so that the group can see them better. "Besides who wouldn't want to see her tits? I your just jealous hers are so much bigger than your tiny tits." The pervert sneered at willow and then quickly returned his attention to the slayer' bountiful globes after spitting his excuses at the nearly flat chested Willow, not everyone was a proud owner of such big firm tits as Buffy had. And the girl knew how to show them off. Her delicate hands Delicately held her massive udders for inspection, compressing her bounteous flesh, and flicking her fingertips a crossed her thick and lustful nipples. But Xander had always been a more esoteric fetishist, being a not so unrecogniziable fan of macromastia he preferred women with improportionate udders to weigh her down. To him it was the heavier the better, even Buffy's substantially firm DDD's were on the small side for the guy like him, but he consoled himself, at least Buffy didn't have mosquito bites like Willow's rotund little C's over there. The aformentioned nerd's lumps were barely comparable straining her sweater outwards with a developing curve of her own nubile mounds. He bet she couldn't even have a few handfuls of her own small hands to grasp, let alone his own greedy paws.

Willow for her part had started to blush, Xander was being an indiscriminate pervert like usual, and had gotten under her skin staring at her like she was unqualitatious.. Guys like him, who objectify women for their bodies were why a respectable pair of lesbian's like her and Tanya were harassed and regarded as a summation of their sexual organs rather than real people. Couldn't men realize that they were in love, without inserting themselves into the fantasy like life was a porno? And then the jerk this time Xander, had manipulated Buffy into it these games and gotten her to flash us, which Willow reminded herself was pretty normal for Buffy. after all she would flash any guy who asked before she even without knowing their name and they took full advantage of that. Buffy's rack was well known around town since just about every Tom, Dick, or Harry has asked to see it at least once or twice. The girl just couldn't seem to help showing off her lovely gifted assets, and Willow could even admit that she had quite a big beautiful bosom, which even she was jealous of. She herself had a modest chest befitting her slender frame. But being a lesbian, she could certainly appreciate the female form. And although she loved Tanya's substantially gifted tata's, Buffy had her beat in the bosom buddies club. She tore her gaze away from her friend's perilous cleavage and looked around the group, noticing Xander once more as he leered at her, the thought of him was so gross that she grimaced at him. None the less however that perv didn't notice and still wasn't done staring, even now he leered at her own modest mounds pressing at her sweater like a pair of freshly baked muffins. They weren't as big as 'Busty Buffy' over there, but she never complained about them. They fit perfectly in the palms of her hands, and her tiny nipples would often drill calluses onto her palms too when she was inclined to play with them. But usually they just sat there upon her chest, two useless lumps of fat which made her a target for inconsiderate assholes to flirt with her. Throughout her life, Willow had come to realize one truth about men which keeps her gay, that they will flirt with anything with a pussy between their legs. And right now one of those men was staring at her like a piece of meat already. Xander Harris had been burning holes into her modest chest for several seconds as she herself had stared at Buffy's own bared breasts. None the less she was a woman of respect and would not be objectified like her friend, crossing her arms and hiding her bust from the misogynistic teen she glared at him, the boy gave her a small congratulatory smile which felt more like a slap than a compliment. She felt for sure that the boy was mocking her tiny titties. And she felt angry that he was just getting off staring at the blonde now, Buffy for her part had noticed his attention and turned towards him while squeezing her tits more firmly presenting them to the two males, Buffy was a slut really. She couldn't help flashing everyone, which is pretty slutty. But only if they were males. It had always frustrated her before. But anytime she had asked Buffy to see her tits, she had reacted badly to it. The first time she had gained the courage to ask, the two of them had trouble talking to each other for over a week because Buffy had shut her out. Their friendship has grown since those bumpy days, but she had always known that the two of them would always be sore if Willow ever attempted to hit on the busty blonde slayer. The frustrated witch, wished that she could change that really. Because of Buffy's top shelf looks and unabiased willingness To Please had Always Been Alluring. Buffy had however inhabited the popular clique at school, where outsiders like herself and she grudgingly admits, even sycophants like Xander would often fantasize about Life More Personally With the bubbly blonde Princess. Although she never wants to know what sort of fantasies that fiend can come up with her own was none the less innocent for sure. Still she huffed at him idly wishing that Buffy would go for girls like her as well. By then Giles had tried to step in and make the peace between them, so the teen witch had tried to redirect her focus to the task at hand and not the infuriating teenage male acrossed from her.

Always focused and conservative, Giles had kept himself back through most of the exchange between the hormone embroiled teens before him. Being an older man meant that he had years of experience over them dealing with dramas and his own personal problems until he had learned to control himself and show the utmost of maturity. However he was still a man, and despite his age, like any man he enjoyed the sight of the buxom beauty of Buffy Summers baring her beautiful Bosom to the world was a sight couldn't avoid paying keen attention too despite the situation. She had her own set of mammalian prodigies capped with two of the most perfectly formed thick as bottle neck nipples which seemed to promise to pour forth the teen's youthful nectar. The man couldn't deny the heavenly qualities of the slayer Especially when confronted by them, his inner most demons yearned to break free of the chains of courtesy which he binds his lust with, and grasp her baby feeders to smother himself in those big beautiful watermelons. It's true his protégé was a bit more open than most, never had he met a woman outside of a strip club who showed her breasts more freely than Buffy. Not that he was complaining too much, but he has spent many years squandering his lusts in favor of his professional pursuits, becoming a successful historian and watcher was no easy task. And throughout the years there had been plenty of lovely ladies he had to turn down because his career had gotten in his way, going their separate ways equally as frustrated. Which is why idly the mentor had wished once again as he laid his eyes upon his charge's mountainous cleavage, the man had spent too long without the graces of a woman. And even if he didn't like it, his stout pecker had begun to notice. Stiffly filling his trousers a few extra inches than was customary, the man once again had to shift his stance silently wishing that the youthful belle would have been interested in men like him so that he could get some long denied recumbence. Shaking himself and tearing his eyes from the blondes pleasure pillows as she had started to trace her slender fingertips around her areola like a tiny race car zipping around the circuit of her mighty pacifiers. The distinguished scholar had to draw his studious glare away and towards more noble pursuits immediately. Which is what brought on his awareness of the tension between the other two teens in the room, Xander and Willow. The two had been bickering with each other for quite some time and the professor took it upon himself to bring them back on track. Using his authority to draw the three teens attention he broke the argument brewing between them. "Listen guys, despite our differences we need to be sure that the spell works, so Buffy show us something as proof please to validate the success." The professor was pleased, the teen's seemed to straighten back on task. Thankful of the reminder of healthy dose discipline or so he would like to think. Buffy herself seemed most emboldened, straightening her posture had done wonders to display her majestic mammaries, which were so firm that they hardly wobbled as she straightened herself. Giles found himself crossing the line once again imagining all the things he in particular wouldn't let her do, and allowed himself a lapse in discipline as well.

[chapters open to suggestions on further content, just flipping the recipient of retcon-erotica to the Slayer herself]