The problem was that, at Barrington University, the number of attractive women was minimal.� Out of that number, the ones my age were fewer and the ones that were even willing to give me the time of day was even fewer.� In other words, I didn't have much of a selection.
But I did find one.� Her name was Tammy Barnett.� She had a knockout body and was pretty damn cute to boot.� She liked me and I liked her, sort of.� We went out a few times before I discovered the harsh truth.
Tammy was what one may call a prude.� In other words, I couldn't get in her pants to save my life.� Everytime I tried, and I tried often, she backed off.� The only thing she was down for was heavy liplocking. So I took what I could get.
After a while, the liplocking wasn't working.� Often after seeing her, I had to go back to my dorm and vent my frustrations in the bathroom. I had to hit that; I just had to.� But how?
One day, me, TJ, and Chris were at the mall just hanging out and doing some lightweight shopping.� I explained to them the problems that I was having with Tammy.� TJ seemed pretty sympathetic, but Chris was chuckling at me.� TJ said that there was no way that I could make her give it up unless I raped her, which neither one of us was for doing.
We walked around the mall a bit when Chris noticed a shop in one of the more secluded areas of the mall.� It was Spells R' Us.� Curious, we went in.
The shop seemed like the type of place to deal with formulas and spells and such.� We were looking around when we heard a squeaky voice say, "Afternoon, boys.� Can I help you with something?"
We looked around for a minute trying to see where the voice was coming from.� Chris spotted her, then showed us.� There was a tiny red-haired woman there looking up at us.� Me and my friends are well over six feet tall; but she looked as if she had to get on her tip-toes to reach five.
"Can I help you with something?" she repeated.
"What kind of place is this?" Chris asked.
"It's a magic shop."
"You mean with X-ray glasses and sliding card tricks?"
"Not that kind of bullshit.� We specialize in potions and spells and such."
"You expect me to believe that?"
The tiny woman then snapped her fingers with both hands and started growing before our eyes.� With her hands on her hips, she grew from her tiny 5' frame to where she was just as tall as us.� She patted her butt and we watched in awe as her ass filled out the loose spots in her jeans.� She squeezed her nipples and we watched a virtually flat chest blossom into what was probably a FF-cup.
"Convinced?" she asked a drooling Chris in a deep sensuous voice.
"Quite," he answered.
"Maybe you can help me out," I said.� "I have a girlfriend that I've been going with for a while and well..."
"She won't let you fuck her?"
"Yeah."
"I think I have just the thing for that," she said.� She bent over to get a box on a bottom shelf and rummaged through it.� She pulled out a piece of paper (more like parchment actually) and handed it to me.
"This is a spell," she said.� "A spell to turn the most chaste of women into a hardcore slut.� All you have to do is say her name, chant the spell, and say her name again.� I guarantee it will work.� Do you like big boobs?"
"Yeah," I said.� "Why?"
"Massive breast growth is a side effect of the spell.� Don't ask why because I don't know.� Guaranteed your girl will be bigger than...SaRenna Lee."
TJ whistled.� "That's pretty damn big."
"Yes, big and beautiful," I said.� "How much?"
"Normally, I'd sell it for fifty bucks.� But you look like such nice boys, I'll let it go for twenty bucks.� If it don't work, I'll give you fifty bucks back.� What do you say?"
"You got a deal," I said.� I gave her a 20 and put the parchment in my shopping bag.
"Is there anything else I can get for you?" she asked.
"Uh yeah.� Could you make your boobs grow again?" Chris asked.
That night, I sat in my room at home and called up Tammy.� I asked if I could come over and she said yes.� No one was home and she could use the company.� Perfect.
After I hung up the phone, I pulled the parchment out of my shopping bag and studied the sheet.� It seemed like a simple enough spell, consisting of six lines, without her name added, written in what I figured to be Latin.� I took a deep breath, said her name, chanted the spell, and said her name again.� I took a moment to think about what I just did, but a job had to be done.� So I grabbed my jacket and went over to Tammy's.
I knocked on her door and it took a moment for her to answer.� When she did though, I was taken aback.� She answered the door barefoot with only a pair of booty shorts and a skimpy halter top showing off her chest, which had already started growing.
"It's about time you got here, handsome," she said in a sensous voice.� "I was wondering how long you were gonna keep me waiting."� She walked over to the couch, motioning for me to follow suit.� I did eagerly.
We sat down on the couch and she looked at me with absolute lust in her eyes.� Thank you, Spells R Us!!� She grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast, which was definitely bigger than before.
Tammy got up and started to dance, slowly and suggestively.� I got up to join her, but she shoved me back down on the couch.� I was to simply enjoy the views.� She rubbed her breasts a lot, them growing a bit with every touch.� I watched as her rack ballooned larger and larger, making the already skimpy halter practically see-through.�� Her auerole were clearly visible through the translucent material of the top, a rich dark shade (the auerole) that reflected nicely with her skin tone.
The saleslady was right.� By the time they were done, they were as big as SaRenna Lee's.� The last growth surge was particularly interesting, as they pressed against her top so tightly that it caused a rip from the neckline to the top of her cleavage.� That didn't matter to Tammy; she used the rip as a beginner to tear off the remainder of the cloth.� While still gyrating, she unbuttoned and shimmied off her booty shorts.� So now, a bustier version of her former self, she stood before me stark naked and ready for sex.
"Why do you slip into something more comfortable?" she asked.� "The bed is very comfortable."� She entered the bedroom first and lied down on the bed, stretched out and ready for me.
I quickly stripped off my clothes and mounted up.� I grabbed her around the waist and slid my tongue into her mouth.� In the same motion, I slid my rod into her snatch.
It was probably because of the spell, but the sex was incredible.� With her ankles in the air above my shoulders, I pumped in and out of her with a vengenance, my hands rubbing at her giant tits, releasing months of frustration at not being able to get in her pants.� The whole time she was moaning and groaning, occasionally calling my name or begging for more.� She didn't have to beg, I was gonna go until I could go no more.
After about a half hour straight of rawbone sex, I came.� And so did she.� She shuddered so much, I had to hang on to her tight.� When it was done though, I rolled off and got comfortable.� I thought of having her give me a blowjob, but I figured I'd save it for next time. I went to sleep.� She snuggled up next to me and did the same.
I woke up about nine the next morning and found Tammy gone.� Stranger than that, I woke up in a pair of shorts.� I went to sleep naked.� Confused, I found a note next to me and it read:
I damn near fell over backwards!� She didn't remember the night before.� I caught up with her later and tried to jog her memory, but she kept giving me a blank look.� She honestly didn't remember.� What a lucky break for me!
I used the spell on her a few more times before I retired it.� The stories I could tell you and the pictures I took!� Whoa baby!� Since then, Tammy decided to dump me for some other guy.� I was upset at first, but hey, I had my piece.� I made a copy of the spell and it now sits in a shoebox in my apartment, waiting to be used again.� As for the original, I sold it to Tammy's new beau for 500 bucks.� He didn't wanna pay it, but if he wanted to hit that, he had to.� And he did.
"Best 500 bucks I ever spent," he told me.