Margo wished everything could work out as smoothly as it does in fiction. In fantasy, things never seem to go as planned because that's what makes a story entertaining but at least things happened. "Sorry I'm not free til Saturday," wasn't an inconvenience that she could do anything with. No last minute change of plans; no shocking revelations that make you look back on everything in a new light. It was just inconvenient. Dear perverts, that's life.
Brando's next inch would just have to wait until tomorrow night. Luckily, she'd arranged to hangout with a beautiful woman regardless of slow progress and she'd also get to find out why Yennessa wanted her to bring the vibrator last time.
Standing at the door, Margo wondered why she thought it was a good idea to drive all the way to Yennessa's apartment. Temporary blindness felt like a small price to pay for the time and gas she'd save avoiding driving across the county.
I am lucky she even lives this near,
Margo remembered that witches are scattered across the world yet frequent a limited number of magical establishments via transport spells. It wasn't uncommon to speak to a witch and confidant from each continent in a single visit to Knocker's.
Where on Earth is Knocker's anyway?
she wondered. It suddenly occurred to Margo that she's never seen the exterior of Knocker's or any other magic shop for that matter.
The door opened to reveal a Yennessa that Margo had never seen. She wore a jean skirt which tucked in a horizontally striped, spaghetti strap top that showed a generous portion of cleavage. Her previously flowing hair was now trimmed just above her shoulder with bangs above her eyebrows. Her eyes were surrounded by a thin mark of black eyeliner and her lips highlighted by a pale pink lipstick.
"I didn't realize you were taking me to court," said Yennessa eying the taller woman up and down.
"Oh yeah. I came here straight from the office," Margo suddenly felt overdressed in her office attire. She was wearing black pantsuit, an open black suit jacket with a subtle dark plaid pattern, a white button down blouse with a collar neck, and black gloves which covered the tribal style tattoos that ran from the top of her left shoulder and down to her fingers. As she walked forward she was also reminded of the magical wig of long wavy reddish-brown hair she always wore at the office. What made the wig magic is that it replaced the wearers real hair while it was on, looking and even feeling like real hair attached to Margo's scalp when pulled on anyone but herself. As she pulled the wig off her head to reveal her short orange afro the perfectly combed and well kept hair faded and tangled as it took on the appearance of a cheap dollar store costume piece.
"Did Amy make that?"
"Yeah. She gave it to me as a gift when I made partner."
"Seriously?" Yennessa closed the door, "You know those wigs are one of the few things she makes hard cash on right?"
"Trust me I know," Margo placed her jacket neatly on one arm of the couch, "She complains to me anytime she gets an order."
"I bet she still spends hours getting it done perfectly anyways," Yennessa said pulling out two beer bottles from her mini fridge, they clinked them together, "Salud!" and they sipped.
"So," Margo pulled out the men's vibrator and placed it between them, "what else does this thing do? You know, besides shrinking a guy's cock," Margo was having difficulty containing a smirk at what just came out of her mouth, "You said something about exchanging the time I wasted on him."
"You don't let details like that pass you by do you."
"I wouldn't be very good at my job if I didn't hang on to every word."
"Don't get offended but are you happy with your body?"
Yennessa casually leaned comfortably into the couch as she received the expected, "What do you mean?" She wanted to keep Margo on her toes so she chose a question that seemed out of the blue. She relished at the thought of showing Margo what the toy could really do. She almost just wanted to scream it but see knew teasing it out was the road to true fun.
"Don't get me wrong," Yennessa looked at Margo from toe to tip imagining the subtle abs and lean legs which had never been hidden by her office clothes at Knocker's, "I've noticed you put a lot of work," Yennessa nudged herself closer to Margo, slowly reached out to give her target a chance to retreat, and squeezed a muscled forearm, "but have you ever thought of anything you've wished to be different."
She observed how Margo tried to play off the grab like it was nothing even though she could sense the taller woman wanted her to go so much father.
It's funny how the smell of good karma can change the way you see a person.
She let her fingers slip along the sleeve of Margo's blouse, pinching it before finishing her visit.
Yennessa couldn't tell if Margo moaned in wonder or pleasure before she said, "Thanks for noticing. I do go to the gym often, especially after Brando dumped me. I started hitting the weights just to get my mind off it. Plus I've always been one of those people that just naturally goes for the healthy stuff anyways."
"Nice humble brag," Yennessa said playfully grabbing a piece of her own plentiful midsection.
"I mean don't get me wrong, Amy and I had our fair share of pizza and TV dinners and other crap when we were first on our own. Especially after Amy's mom stopped paying part of the rent when she dropped out of college. It got so bad that we ended up sharing a room at her Aunt Debra's until I graduated. That woman by the way, did my tummy no favors with how amazing her cooking is?"
"Oh, I know. She's still a grand counselor at witch camp. All the girls love it when Ms. Pierce runs the kitchen."
Margo couldn't believe how well things had gone so far. Part of her worried that they would have nothing to talk about besides the toy but Yennessa was proving quite easy to get along with. Margo continued, "But that's the other thing, even when I do gain weight it never goes where I would like it to. I mean, I've always liked being thin. I think I'm the kind of person that would like my body no matter what. It's just that I've always thought it'd be fun to have more curves," Margo made a wave motion with her free hand.
"Have you ever asked Amy for help with that?"
"I mean," Margo rubbed her shoulder, "You know how she is about that kind of magic. Plus I never really know what is and isn't in her range so I try not to bother her with magical requests."
"That's nice of you. You know not all confidants are as considerate. Some can get a little too into magic and seeing what there friends can do."
"I've thought about asking a few times though."
"Really?" Yennessa was intrigued, "What would you ask for if you felt like it?"
Margo felt an unfamiliar pang of shame come over her as she thought of why. It was a sexual fantasy so embarrassing to her that she hadn't even been brave enough to share it with Cy, the one person she discussed all her fantasies with even if they weren't all things they were going to do together. This was something ridiculous and if Margo weren't aware of magic she'd call it impossible but it was all too possible with magic. Yet somehow it still felt a taboo desire.
Margo considered giving Yennessa a half truth, "I've always thought it would be fun to have bigger boobs," and then suddenly decided to give her the whole truth, "Well it's actually more than that," Margo stared at one end of the apartment to avoid Yennessa's judgment until she'd said her piece, "Sometimes I like to fantasize about what it would be like to..." she couldn't believe she was finally going to tell someone, "to watch my boobs grow. Like before my eyes," Margo bit the tip of her pinky nail and tried to gage Yennessa's expression from the corner of her vision.
Yennessa gave a calculated laugh mixed with smugness and teasing. Perhaps it wasn't right to knowingly poke at Margo's insecurities like that but Yennessa would soon patch it up with a few words. "You mean breast expansion? It's more common than you'd think," Margo slowly returned her gaze to Yennessa with a nervous smile, "Especially among witches." Given the way all their interactions had gone over the past several years she never thought Margo was capable of looking so adorably vulnerable.
"I can't believe I actually told someone that."
Yennessa picked up the toy and began wiggling her fingers above the entrance of the vibrator, "The reason I needed you to agree to meet with me is that this toy has certain functions that can only be operated by a witch."
"One that could help me, you mean?" said Margo with a smirk.
Yennessa wondered what Margo meant by that comment. Having served as Amy's magical mentor sometime ago she didn't appreciate other people mocking her student's handicap. She asked, "What's that supposed to mean?" with what she feared may have had too much suspicion.
Laughing casually Margo replied, "You know how Amy is about curses and body augmentations. She told me you let her slide on those tests." Yennessa smiled realizing that Margo was indeed a true friend and that she had missed the little way she accused her. Her commands over the vibrator completed, it filled with a clear oily looking liquid as if though it were a wellspring. She held it out for Margo to take.
Margo placed her beer on the floor and took the vibrator like a cup. "So this stuff is supposed to make my tits grow?"
"You catch on fast."
"Well it is what we were just talking about," Margo twirled the liquid like wine, "Is it his jizz?"
"No," Yennessa giggled, "Well maybe a little. Did you clean it?"
"Yes, thank god. I'll swallow it fresh but dried at the bottom of a pocket pussy for a week? Pass. But seriously, what is it?"
"It's his inch, the one you took. The best way I can describe it is like this. The magic of the vibrator converted it into an idea and with my help now that idea is a potion."
"Good enough for me," shrugged Margo as she put it to her lips and began to drink. When the liquid touched her lips she took note of the sensation it caused in her body. Odd, unique body sensations often accompanied magic.
Margo, feeling like a perpetual tourist to the realm of witches often tried to remember these feelings whenever she got the chance to experience them but this was different. The first thing she noticed was the sweet creamy taste. After that it was sensual as a tingling feeling traveled from her lips to her chest which in turn began to kindle her nether regions with what felt like intent. It was as if a force of nature were awakening her arousal. She also noticed that she couldn't stop drinking, maybe it was the pleasure, her curiosity or something supernatural but she had to finish it until there was nothing left. She rubbed the interior with a finger, it felt dry, as if it never was filled with liquid in the first place.
"Whoa," Margo let the toy fall on the couch cushion. She couldn't help but to press the tips of her finger against her tender breast. They didn't feel any bigger yet when she thought about them it also brought to mind words like grow and larger. Flustered she had to ask, "Do you mind if I..."
