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A Buff Magic Trick (Preview)
🕑 Added 2023-01-16 20:00:58 +0000 UTCMumba scanned over every single bit of info she could find, flipping through every page she could. Things went back to underwhelming. Most of the text and pages remained worn and unreadable. After such a good find, frustration was setting in again.
Don’t tell me that was going to be it. Maybe Cassidy was screwing with-
Then she flipped to an interesting page, one where everything was legible and clear as day with its pictures. “Hmm, “Surging Moi”. A spell to enhance one’s being, infusing them with great power and influence. Capable of bringing the best out of another in ways they were not expecting.”
So, we got a magic spell to use on yourself. Sounds transformative. Guess you expect that when dealing with black magic.
Mumba was familiar with transformation spells and casts that would morph a person’s entire being into another’s. Her cousin’s entire coven was all about that in some shape or form. It was a subject she wasn’t personally into outside of a case or two. She liked magic that was more about show, sparkle, and illusions, not something so personal.
She frowned. Though… I guess transformation would be a crowd pleaser depending on the spell. Get a bigger screen to zoom in on somebody changing to show it at work. Audience might like that.
Could be risky. She rubbed her forehead. Wrong spell on the wrong person and here comes the lawsuit from them or loved ones. Guess I would have to do them on myself or any of the girls. Still, it could be risky.
She read the passage more. “Spell Effect: Twenty-four hours or instantly undo by reciting the spell backwards. Not permanent.”
That was a relief at least with whatever the spell was. Mumba scratched at her chin. “Enhance one’s being”, eh? Talk of great power and bringing out one’s best. It doesn’t sound bad honestly. But, I can’t really tell what it would do.
A few faces flashed in her head. June, Sterling, the others, all of her lovely blue and fuzzy assistants were elsewhere in the building, probably working on getting things set for their first big show. They could certainly help her test this spell out.
The thought was brushed from her head right away. No, I can’t just test this kind of magic on them without knowing what it does. I can’t hurt our trust and friendships over something I’m not willing to try myself.
Plus, it’s not like Cass would intentionally give me something that could seriously hurt me or anyone. That’s a loss in potential favors, customers, and Christmas presents.
Mumba looked at the book again. It wasn’t like she had to try this spell either. There were probably others she could look into if she kept reading. However, there was something in its phrasing as well that drew her interest and curiosity.
Be one’s best. Well, we’ll see about that!
She stood up from the desk, taking her wand again. She took a step back for room and glanced back at the page. “Okay, let’s give this a shot! Ego maior, fortior et plus virile!” She whisked her wand. “Ego maior, fortior et plus virile! Ego maior, fortior et plus virile!”
Her wand shook, a deep red aura coming from it. It warmed, growing hotter and hotter by the second. Mumba winced. That’s never happened before.
From the wand’s tip, a deep, crimson red stream burst forth. It flew into the air and came falling down, circling around her like a tornado. The heat left the wand, flowing in the energy streak. She huffed, her body growing warmer as well.
Then, the energy stopped at her chest and lunged straight into it. The impact into her collarbone caused her to stumble back. It almost felt as if the air was knocked from her.
Mumba huffed, breathing heavily. Whoa, that… that was intense. Is magic like this usually so powerful?
Before she could think it over further, heat began to rise within her chest. Her breasts felt tingly, sweat forming on them. She could feel her nipples stiffen, rubbing the inside of her corset and heating her even more.
But then, the heat died and the feeling slipped away. Her heavy, magic-filled breasts were receding into her chest. They were quickly dropping cup sizes before her eyes, fat and mass draining away. The spell keeping them in form vanished, causing them to sag for what little time they had left.
Not helping was how much bigger her chest felt and looked. The area was widening, stretching the remains of her breasts out and making them lose form further. The softness of the area was thickening, getting denser and tougher. The muscles beneath were expanding.
Eventually, her breasts were nothing but mounds and soon, not even that. The mounds grew squarish, still bulging but in a more muscularly sculpted way. Her nipples shrunk and turned more ovalish, shifting a bit in position. Her chest pushed out in a way that was firm and strong now, no trace of its femininity left in it.
Those… those are…
Mumba reached a hand up gently, slipping it into her far more roomy corset. She pressed a hand to her chest. Her cheeks grew rosy at the touch. She indeed did have pecs.
Pectorals? She trembled. Why do I have these? Her hand gently caressed their firm mass, taking in their density. Wh-where did my breasts go? Her finger traced their squarish figure.
Mmm, why do they feel so nice too? The magician never really cared about or gave much thought to muscles or how they would feel. Certainly people liked them, especially since it meant getting into shape and being stronger. She just never saw the appeal in them.
But having pecs now, it gave her some bit of pleasure. There was something powerful, prominent, and enticing about them. Maybe she could like having-
