Chapter 1

His name was Jordan and I, like almost every women in the class, had fallen for his magnetic charm.

My name is Madison. At the time, in my first college year, I knew I had zero chance to interest him with my small (5 foot 1 -1.55m) fatty (180 pounds - 80kg) frame. Jordan was regularly seen with women that could all be Instagram models and never looked at me once, even if we were in the same class.

Maybe that's why, one day, I found myself in the local esoterica shop. As I pushed the old, wooden door, wind chimes bells announced my presence and I was greeted by a  "You're not here by chance" sign on top of racks of candles, oils and diverse mystical goods. The shop smelled like incense, and a soothing new age music was playing. I was supposed to look for a gift to give my roommate that was more into this stuff than me, but, in the back of my mind, Jordan was as present as ever, and I couldn't resist wondering if there was something here that could attract his attention... I went straight to the book section and looked for spells.

"It's about a boy, isn't it?", asked me an old, confident, feminine voice, with an hint of European accent.

I jumped, startled, and turn around to look at the shopkeeper near the entrance.

"Excuse-me ?", I asked back.

"It's always about a boy. You want a boy to like you, yes?". She move down from the counter to join me. She was a small woman in her fifties, with grey and dark hair and a surprisingly strong presence for her size. She locked her deep, blue eyes in mine and pried: "You want to change him? Or you want to change for him?

-I... I don't know... I don't want to change him." I answered, unsure.

"Aah. Your love is still young, a naive fantasy. You will see, most women want to change their man eventually. But right now, you love him, you are ready to sacrifice everything for him, you're will to submit to conform his desires, right?"

I shook my head, breaking free from her gaze. "No, I still want to be myself!" Feminism lessons were coming back to me. "Nobody should change who they are to make the other happy. but maybe... Maybe I can be just a bit prettier. So he can look at me.
-Mmm. You want superficial change. Not all the way." She sighted. "You youngsters want it all. The result without the effort. Is it still love without sacrifice? Anyway, I may have what you need." She ruffled through the book and gave me a small leaflet. "This is a powerful spell. Giving you control over the change. You know magic, yes?"

Seeing my panicked eyes, she understood I was a complete novice.

"You come back with some of his hair. I'll help you."

Chapter 2

I bought some candles for my roommate and left, with no intention of coming back again.

But, the next morning, in class, my willpower withered fast. Dressed in black clothes to hide my plumb body, I was feeling ugly, invisible, as Jordan presence illuminated the big amphitheater. I used to sit in front, to see the teacher, but this year I was sitting a bit further up only to see my crush, to see his smile, to see him interact with his clique, a clique of beautiful people I will NEVER be part of. Jealousy slowly built up in me. At the end of the class, in the crowd pressed up against each other in the small double door to exit the room I positioned myself behind him to pluck one of his mid-length hair. Before he had time to react, I plucked another. And, as he still didn't react, I plucked another.

***

"Very good my child."

We were in the back of the shop, in a little room illuminated only by the red, flickering light of some candles, around a small cauldron.

"This hair contains his drive, his strong will for his perfect woman. We will extract it from the hair and amplify it, making this soup the essence of his desire, that will mold body parts that get in contact with it."

I watch with amazement the old lady mixing some ingredients, turning the liquid in the cauldron into various color one after another, talking in voices, chanting, and, finally, she asked me :
"Are you ready to be prettier for him?"

I nodded. 

She used one of the candle to inflame the liquid. "Put your hand inside. You'll see."

I looked at my left hand. A white, pudgy, ugly, hand. That I used to stuff snacks in my mouth, because I hate myself, because I wanted to comfort myself, because I was fat and unloved.

In a sudden rush of self-hate, I put my hand trough the flames, in the water, and something happened. A tingle, vibrations, a transformation, like someone was massaging my flesh, changing it, molding it, conforming it to something. It wasn't painful. After a while, it subsided. The old woman smiled at me so I removed my hand from the cauldron.

Gone was the small, fatty hand. I had the hand of a model. Long, thin fingers, emphasized by richly decorated fingernail, perfectly polished,  painted with a delicate blend of pink and purple. The nails of a woman who take great care of her appearance and style, with intricate details, the ring finger nail even adorned with what seem to be a small diamond shining under the candles light. So this was Jordan's taste. This was what he lusted after. I realized that unless I get transformed, I had ZERO chance.

Still, I asked hesitantly: "Can... Can I reverse it?
-Ha! A bit late, no ? Yes, if you don't take care of the nail, if you keep eating like a pig, it will become a bit like it was."

As I was looking at my hand in shock, the woman stirred the water, extinguishing the flames and putting the liquid in a flask.

"Wait!", I screamed, panicked, "I still need to do the other hand!

-The free sample is over. You want it, you pay for it!", she laughed.

She gave me some final instruction before I paid up and left :
"Take it with you. Mix a bit with water, inflame it. Use it in your bathtub, or in a basin you'll pour on you. You can use it as much as you want."

***

Of course as soon as I was home, the first thing I did was to pour a bit in a bowl, ignite it and put my other hand inside. Soon, my right hand became like my left hand. Now that I saw it under normal light, I found that the nail art was indeed beautiful but also a bit... tacky. Of course, it was way, way better than my usual hand so I didn't have any regrets.

The next day in class, I was playing with a pen, still enthralled by my own hands. I didn't even saw Jordan arrive, but when I looked upat  his usual spot, that's when, for the first time, I caught his gaze. True, he was just talking with a friend behind him and I was, by chance, in his line of sight, but, for a split second, his eyes lingered on my hands, then my face. A brief moment of happiness that gave me the desire to go further.

Chapter 3

Me and my roommate were living in an old apartment that was quite run down BUT had a bathtub! This was the first time I used it. I filled it with water, added the potion and inflamed it, then engulfed one of my fatty feet in, immediately feeling it change, then the other. I stood a bit in the tub, the fire painfully scorching my skin, but it was a small price to pay to be hot for Jordan. I got out one of my feet and was pleased by what I saw: a thin, perfect, pretty foot, with painted nails. So, I immersed all my lower body until, to the top of my belly button. I felt tugged, pushed, pulled, in all directions, like being groped by hundred of invisible hands, and, when it subsided a bit, I finally got out of the water, standing taller than before.

What. The. Fuck.

The legs were perfect. Long, thin calves (mine were short and fat!), toned, muscled but yet slender thighs, the legs of a gymnast, a dancer, a professional fitness girl in her prime.The color of the skin were a lot more tan than myself, so looking in the mirror, it looked like I was wearing pantyhose.

But that was not what has surprised me. What left me panting, panicking, was the ass. An ass perfectly round, high, jutting from both side even when I was standing. Two big, half sphere, perfect. Too perfect. I explored a bit my new impressive backside and, there I found it, on the top. The edge of what was clearly an implant. It was soft, but definitely fake. Could I live with that? Worst case, I could have the implant removed but... I must admit... I was hot. I guessed when you have such a toned, lean physique you need to compensate the area that suffer from lack of fat, and most models get butt and breast implants. Right?

On the front side, I was perfectly smooth between my legs. My new labia were full, puffed out, closed. I couldn't resist sliding a finger down there and wow. Wow. Ugh. Jordan like his girls VERY sensitive.

After extinguishing the flames in the bathtube, I went to my bed and starting to explore this new area. I was a virgin at the time and, as I tentatively explorer the inner folds, realized that Jordan didn't want a virgin. No more hymen for me. For the first time, I slided a finger in and couldn't help but shriek loudly. Holy fuck. I understood now. Every centimeter of that area was giving me jolt of pleasure. It was like having an organ dedicated to pleasure. Slowly rubbing my wet slit was already pleasurable enough to curl and cramp my (new, pretty !) feet and make me roll my eyes in pleasure. Exploring the inside was giving me even more different pleasure. And touching the clit... I just couldn't. A simple flick made me almost jump out of the bed, screaming, face distorted with an enormous smile. I just couldn't touch it. It was too fucking sensitive! So I slided a finger back again in my needy hole, enjoying the delicious various feelings provided by touching the borders... I needed all the sides to be touched at once, so I putted another finger... Then another... Then four fingers in... Oh god... This girl... was definitely NOT a virgin. I was getting lost in pleasure  but somehow, I wanted more... So I managed slip the thumb in and finally, I had my whole hand in. My back arched, my left hand grabbing a pillow near my head like my life was depending on it, my plastic ass detached from the mattress, high in the air, I started pumping my hand in and out, my brain being assaulted by all the pleasure that can exist at once. I kept pumping, screaming, bulking, my bed frame cracking I was close, so close, so ever close... I needed... Something more... I switched to the side, moved my other hand near my ass crack and, again, for the first time, introduced a finger in, then another, then another, then my whole hand, then I was pumping on both side, feeling complete and finally exploded in a scream that I'm sure half the city could hear.

As I regained my sense, I saw that my door was open with my roommate standing in the doorframe.

"Maddy? What the fuck?"

Chapter 4

I skipped morning classes to buy some new clothes to fit my imposing derriere. Sarah has been livid. She asked me how could I use magic to get what I wanted, how could I bring magic into the house she lived in, how dangerous that stuff was, how could I cheat my way to a better body. It's something easy for her to say, with her gorgeous Latina body. She would never understand me. She called me a slut, she don't know I only want Jordan. The truth is she couldn't stand me being hotter than her. And oh boy was I hot. Wearing a tight blue jean that was molding my perfect ass, emphasized even more by the thinnest waist I ever saw. All eyes were on me and I loved it. I was still heavy on top so I couldn't dress like I want, but tonight, I'll immerge to the neck and then, I'll be perfect. Perfect for Jordan. I couldn't stop thinking about him, could already picture us dating, and more. I stopped for lunch and noticed something was different. I didn't crave sugar anymore. My new stomach made me order a chicken salad that I couldn't even finish!

And in class, for the first time in month, he talked to me. A smile, a little "hey", a nod. I couldn't be happier. But then, the course started and I couldn't focus at all. How could I? I was horny as FUCK. Squirming in my chair, trying to rub between my legs. And I just wanted to go home and transform further.

Fuck my roommate. I left after this one class to go back to our place while she was out. I filled the bathtub again, to the brim, this time. I ignited the flames once more. And I immersed myself to the neck. Feeling the familiar sensations again, I wasn't surprised when I felt my breasts become enormous, hard, fake, plastic spheres.  I got out to look into the mirror. I looked like a silicon bimbo. Each of my tits almost as big as my head, alien on my now small and lean frame, jutting forward. The mark of a slut. So what? Jordan loved plastic sluts apparently. I wanted to be a slut for him. I'll be a slut for Jordan. But something was missing. I could be even hotter. 

I wasn't crazy enough to put my head underwater but, grabbing my hair with on hand, I knelt next to the tub to quickly put my mouth in. Immediately, I felt my lips move and grow. Lips implants. Perfect lips. To kiss Jordan.

"YOU DID IT AGAIN YOU STUPID SLUT!"

Didn't hear Sarah come back at all. Couldn't react fast enough. She grabbed my head and pushed it fully into the flames. I could feel... could feel my mind... my thoughts...changing...

******

It was a late Tuesday night, Jordan had a particularly long day at college and wanted to relax a bit. Yeah, he had a good success rate picking up girls but sometime he just wanted to rub one out and call it a day. He opened a private window on his phone and started browsing a livecam website.

Tonight, there was a new girl full of plastic inserting enormous dildos in all her holes. This girl was actually really hot, clearly enjoying what she was doing. She was perfect.

Nothing made his cock harder than one of those stupid plastic sluts degrading themselves for his enjoyment.  Of course he would never date let alone never get in serious relationship with one of those performers. He would marry a proper girl. But those bimbo girls was what really made him tik. And this one, with her fake tits, plastic ass and seemingly infinite stretching pussy was so fucking hot.

As he came at the same time of the girl, he almost heard her scream his name.