Hello readers. A Tabitha story for you. This series works well with you readers, so if it's not broken... You're probably tired of Halloween stories but technically, Tabitha is a witch so they would all fit into that category. if your burned out on Halloween stories I'd skip this one. If your enjoying them, shout out in the comment section.
Hope you like this one. The second part is already in the works...
As always everyone is above the age of eighteen.
For my muse.
Practical Magick
This is going to take patience, I thought to myself. With time as my enemy, I had to find a cure for this.
Let me backup for you reading this.....
Ok so there is this really hot girl... isn't there always? She was simply stunning, with curves in all the right places! Big tits and a bubble of an ass. She was a cheerleader... how cliche.. but I swear it. She was going to be a trophy wife to some rich asshole who will probably cheat, go bald and get fat. Every guy lusted after this beauty. Her name was Morgan.
Oh by the way my name is Tabitha. I'm a witch! My great grandmother had started me on the path. She practiced with Gearald Gardner who was a cornerstone in the craft. Once the practice was known as Pagan. Wicca is practiced now, we believe in doing what we want as long as it does not harm anyone. We believe that karma returns three-fold. So no sacrifices, blood play or any other horror stories you might have heard. So I did know that we should never cast love spells and we never use magick for our own personal gain.
I'm sorry I tend to get ahead of myself. I'm a brunette, standing five foot five, weighing about one hundred and thirty-five pounds. I have hazel eyes and carry most of my weight in my chest.
Chesty women filled the family tree so it was not a shock when my tits started growing when I was eight. I'm not a real social person in fact I prefer to be at home cooking up spells. I'm a shy geek and tomboy mixed together, with no friends and my nose buried in a book. I have a girl crush on Morgan, I was never brave enough to tell her. That in itself was still frowned upon, even taboo.
The daily interaction I had with her was science class. Today we were paired as science partners for the mid term. The bimbo wouldn't know the difference between the periodic table and a lunch table. I believe she kept her grade point average up by blowing the professors. She was the school beauty and I was the geek. I was thrilled and scared at the same time. I said hello to her and told her we can do the project at my house. I have my own lab. It wasn't a lie, it's where I did my homework.
The assignment was not particularly difficult but it was way over Morgan's head. She had asked me if I could just do the chemistry and she would type up the report. She had selected the easiest part for herself. I couldn't pull my eyes from her deep cleavage. I agreed knowing the material well, so I did not have much work to do.
Having most of the chemicals in my set at home, I would just have to get two more. Stopping by the chemical lab before I left for home, I acquired the last of the ingredients. Then I headed to my own Fortress of Solitude, stealing the name from DC comics.
So as you have already surmised, I am a poster child for nerds everywhere. Glasses and brains were no match for the good looking girls here who could have been models.
I still had my 'V' card, not that I'm very proud of it. Don't get me wrong, I had a vibrator. The fact was, I haven't even been on a date yet. Mom said that I would meet the right person when the time was right. I think it was a lie, I had no luck with the opposite sex probably because I found girls more appealing.
After greeting my mother, I headed down to my work room. I had set up the lab in the basement and slept down there too.
Oh my mom, she's my biggest fan. She had me very young, seventeen I think. She was a model when she was young but now she is the manager of the bank here in town. Yes she is pretty. She stands five foot five. Long blond locks, that came from a bottle that stretched to her lower back. My father died when I was young, Mom never remarried.
She is chased by every single man that she meets. Admired by both sexes because of her beauty. She remained single to see that I was taken care of. A truly loving mother. It was a smart decision on her part to go to the neighbors where the weekly hen party met.
In my lab, I had just started to get to work on the project. I was moving a smoke machine I built to assist the drama club. Due to budget cuts, they were unable to afford some of the much needed props. I had my lab coat and protective gear on while I separated the chemicals. While putting my gloves on I had accidentally bumped the table spilling all the chemicals on it. Oh yeah, I'm sometimes a clutz.
The cloud formed immediately, filling the basement with fumes that made me choke and cough. Running up stairs to open some windows and doors. I got to the living area and managed to open a window and the front door before I saw stars then darkness.
Waking sometime later with mom shaking me. The fumes must have vented before her return. Slowly I got my feet underneath me, the room was still spinning and I felt a grogginess I couldn't shake. The aroma from the accident hung faintly in the house. I went to check the lab and the mess waiting for me. I thought my mom said something to me but I was wrong. Before I made it to the stairs there was a knock on the door.
Morgan lowered her fist from the door jamb while her cute face captured my attention. Then she spoke without moving her jaw. It was her voice, I heard her say, "Oh great how did I end up with the geek girl? Well at least I will get a good grade. I need it to stay on the cheer team. Time to act like we're the best of friends. I only have to deal with it until grades are handed out."
I blinked repeatedly and wiggled a finger in my ear. Then it happened again.
"She would be pretty if she got a makeover and some better clothes. Maybe I'll give her a few fashion tips. Throw the dog a bone." She laughed at her thought. Then her jaw moved. " I'm here sorry I was late. Cheer practice ran late."
I told her sorry for the smell that very lightly lingered. I started downstairs as I descended, I realized that I could read her mind. She did not think much of me, faking her personality so she would graduate. Wondering what other powers came from my accident.
Entering the lab the smell was stronger, I opened a window and asked her to forgive the mess. Telling her about what happened before she arrived. She feigned interest and concern but her thought was, "How come it didn't do the world a favor and kill you?" She smiled.
Then she passed out. I almost dragged her outside and left her there.
I helped her stand and helped her to my bed, after a half hour passed, she attempted to communicate but nothing she said made sense. I told her she was in my bed so she could lie down comfortably. She uttered something to me, as I started to leave the room. I just agreed to what she was trying to say, so I could leave her to rest.
I was wiped out from the strenuous workout I just had. I managed to navigate out of my room, making it to the lab before I fell asleep in my chair.
My dreams were wild, and sexual in nature. I woke up and my body was throbbing. I desperately needed to relieve myself. Trotting to the bathroom, I had to make it before losing my bladder. I opened my jeans, pushed them down and sat. I sighed as I released the pressure.
Shock stole my breath, looking down seeing that my tits were now huge. I couldn't believe my eyes. They destroyed the bra I was wearing and strained the shirt and lab coat I had on. I stood after I finished relieving myself and looked in the mirror, opened my coat and stared. My belly was now concave instead of the muffin top I once had. Looking and trying to believe my eyes, I had some beautiful muscle tone now. My body was sculpted. It looked perfect except for my huge tits and big butt. I turned and looked at myself for some time, flexing my new muscles. Admiring my impressive rack. Maybe I could get a date... a voice tore me away from my thoughts.
"Oh my God, your tits are huge." Morgan gawked at my chest making me blush a bit. "We're they always huge?" Her delicate hand extended out towards me.
I was a virgin so I shied away blushing profusely. I covered my body. I could hear her inner thoughts too. She was jealous it was clear. Her inner voice had a lustful sexy tone that made me wet. Her hands landed on my coat and she began massaging my breast. My nipples responded getting so hard, you could see them tent my lab coat. Her hands unbuttoned and removed my coat. I did nothing to stop her. She was talking nasty to me. In her head she thought that she never spoke like that to anyone before as she wondered why she was drawn to them. Openly groping my chest with both hands now. She was arousing me. I listened to her voice while she felt me up.
"God I want her big tits. Shit, I'm getting wet feeling her amazing tittys. I would love to see them roughly fucked. She needs a big cock to stuff between them. Or I could just bury my face in them." Her sultry voice told me all the twisted fantasies that swam in her head while my panties wet even more from her touch. She had lesbian tendencies, at least she did now. Not sure if she harbored any before but most people think about the same sex at least once, so it wouldn't surprise me.
