The "Magic" Amulet

Wendy didn’t believe in magic. She wasn’t superstitious. There was no way that the strange pendant she’d found in her grandparent’s attic was really able to bend reality to its wearer’s whims.

That said, things had been getting a little weird for the five-foot-tall Wendy since she’d put it on. Everyone at the all-girls academy the closet-lesbian attended had started getting a little looser, more relaxed. There were a lot fewer detentions handed out and a lot more chatting about how everyone’s days were going.

And there had definitely been a sudden unofficial relaxation of the dress code – like, everyone was showing off a lot more cleavage? Hemlines were climbing, too, with girl’s thighs suddenly seeing the light of day in classrooms across campus.

All of this would have been very disappointing for the flat, chubby Wendy, except those descriptions didn’t really apply to her anymore. She’d lost weight. Like, a LOT of weight.

Everywhere except her boobs.

Holy cow, her boobs had gotten huge all of a sudden. Her flat little A-cups now filled out what the label said was a F-cup bra, and even one this large was tight. (She’d stolen it a few days from the drama department’s costume closet she her nipples would stop tenting her uniform.)

Two days ago, as soon as she’d figured out that her body was changing like this, she’d gone to see the nurse… but had the nurse always been that, well, hot?

She definitely hadn’t worn an outfit like this before, and Wendy was uncertain if she’d had blonde hair – but the nurse had given her a clean bill of health.

“Some girls just grow up all at once, sweetie,” she’d said, a twinkle in her eye that Wendy wasn’t sure how to interpret.

As Wendy had walked back to class, her tits jiggling and hips swaying, the looks she was getting from classmates seemed like they were getting hungrier and hungrier. Girls were suddenly preening around the school, thrusting their chests forward, inching their skirts higher and higher whenever they thought a girl they were hot for was looking.

And it wasn’t just the students who were getting weirdly sexual. Wendy was pretty sure she’d seen Ms. Sally, her English professor (a short, vivacious brunette whom she’d always had a little crush on) and the nurse making out when she’d walked past the nurse’s office later that day. She’d hurriedly averted her eyes and rushed to her next class.

To top it all off, just yesterday, the two hottest girls in school (Miranda and Susan) had kissed during lunch. They were a pair of big-breasted, tall, blonde school queens, and had been blood rivals since the day they’d met, competing for attention and sycophants, but that seemed entirely behind them as they shared a deep, apparently loving makeout right in the center of the lunch room.

And then, after they broke their lop-lock, they’d turned and looked right at Wendy – and Miranda had licked her lips lasciviously. Wendy had jilled herself off all night to that image.

Wendy stepped off the bus, her bra struggling to contain her endowments, her hips even wider than yesterday, and her waistline even skinnier. The pendant nestled snugly in her cleavage, and she felt like walking sex, incredible arousal just bubbling beneath the surface.

At the entrance, the nurse was waiting for her. “Good morning, Wendy, can you come with me?” Without waiting, she turned and walked away, her massive ass outlined perfectly by her form-fitting outfit. Wendy trailed along behind her, watching it shimmy.

The nurse’s office was on the second floor, and as Wendy stepped into it, the nurse closed the door behind her. “Wha–” Any questions Wendy had died on her lips as she took in the sight before her.

Lounging around the office, obviously waiting for her, was her English teacher, Miranda, and Susan, all of them completely nude and gazing at her eagerly. The nurse was already stripping down, revealing that she hadn’t been wearing underwear under her uniform.

Wendy’s jaw dropped as she took in the tableau. There was no way all their tits were this big last week – Ms. Sally in particular could not had hidden her volleyball-sized endowments in any of the dresses she’d used to wear. Now there’d be no way she’d ever be able to wear anything without revealing a foot of cleavage. Miranda and Susan were already busily finger-fucking each other, the soft squelch and panting excitement turning Wendy on even more than she already was. The nurse had finished peeling off her one-piece and turned back to Wendy, smiling, her tits (not as big as Ms. Sally’s, Wendy noted absently) swaying as she did so.

Standing in front of these gorgeous, nude women made Wendy feel self-conscious for a moment… then the horny part of her brain, which had been screaming for release for days now, took over. The lust inside of her peaked and then kept right on going, Her breasts surged forward, blowing away the inadequate bra and flimsy blouse she was wearing, swelling up large enough to put even the pneumatic Ms. Sally to shame, her rose-pink nipples thrusting arousedly into the open air. Her body filled out even further as she stepped forward, gaining more inches around her hips and ass and shooting five inches taller. Her skirt exploded off her body, and her panties seemed to just disintegrate rather than fight back against her body’s transformation.

Wendy’s lips met Ms. Sally’s seconds after their breasts had collided, the pleasure of their kiss heightened by the sensation of Ms. Sally’s huge tits mashing against Wendy’s enormous pair, their nipples dueling for supremacy. As the other women in the room coaxed and caressed her incredible body, Wendy decided that maybe, just maybe, magic existed after all.