"Ooh, she’s trying again!"

“Ooh, she’s trying again!” Darren’s wife Gabriela grinned wickedly and tapped the large brass amulet resting between her large, dark breasts. It glowed gently in response, its protective magic soaking up the spell and redirecting it back against its caster.

“What’s our angry young witchling trying this time?” Darren said, sliding over on the couch and gently placing his hand on hers, his dick already hardening in his jeans.

“I’m not sure… Lara’s running out of targets, isn’t she?” Gabi ran her free hand down her magnificent body, her forty-year-old form barely squeezing into clothes that had fit just fine two months ago.

She hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but the inexperienced young girl she’d rejected from the Harlem Coven had turned out to be obsessed with gaining her “revenge” upon the much more senior witch, firing off at least a dozen different curses and thieving spells over the last six weeks, each one targeted at a different part of her all-natural curves.

Gabi’s protective wards had intercepted every one of them, and while she simply negated the first few, Gabi had decided that continued attacks needed to be met with a proportionate response, and so crafted the amulet she now wore. It not only negated the attacks, but turned them around and inverted their effect onto the caster, so that when Lara attempted to punish Gabi by stealing inches off her bustline, for example, Gabi ended up instead slurping up every little bit of Lara’s rather sizable chest, inflating her tits to porn-star proportions.

After a month of this, Gabi had gone from being merely good-looking to an absolute knockout. Her breasts were the most noticeable, as big as watermelons, but the rest of her was every bit as scrumptious, from her wide, firm ass to her narrow waist to her shoulder-length black hair, which sat in perfectly-behaved tight curls and almost shone with health.

Even Darren had gotten some benefits out of the deal, with one spell targeting him getting rebounded to Lara’s boyfriend, who presumably now barely had an erection at all, compared to the pussy-filling log in Gabi’s husband’s pants.

Darren watched as the amulet’s glow settled over Gabi’s entire body. “Oh, this feels good,” she said, groping her massive breasts and moaning with pleasure. Her tits, already supernaturally perky for their size, firmed up even more and swelled against her tank-top. Her thighs were visibly swelling with toned muscle, and her back straightened out, vertebrae popping into place as she gained a few inches in height. Laugh-lines melted away from her face as she ground her hips into the sofa cushion, a damp spot forming on her crotch.

Finally, the glow died down, and Gabi’s transformation ceased. Darren’s jaw fell open, and he ran an hand through his short-cropped hair. “Everything alright?” He eventually asked, as Gabi came down from her obvious orgasm.

“Oh yes, it’s more than alright,” she said, voice a husky purr. The woman sitting next to him was clearly no longer his forty-year-old wife, but the twenty-year-old vixen he had first fallen in love with – but with an even better body than she’d had two decades previously! “She tried to steal my wisdom, but instead all we swapped was the years – she’s twenty years older but has learned nothing, while I’m now twenty years younger and still in my prime!” She grinned voraciously at Darren, who gulped. She’d always had a strong libido, but now…

“Let’s go celebrate,” she declared, grabbing her husband’s crotch and pulling him toward the bedroom. His cock tested the structural integrity of his pants as she stood up, her incredible body straining her clothes to the limit.

“Nothing like being married to a witch…” he muttered under his breath as she started magically tearing off her clothes.