Ms. Phillips smiled to herself. Then as if she had forgotten everything she had said to James, she walked over to him. Her whole body swayed from left to right. Her breasts' size and shape were emphasized by the cleavage she was showing in her tightly fitted dress. She bent over so her eyes were now level to James'.
"You know what the worst thing is about these big, full breasts are..." Her voice was low and she bit her lower lip. "Finding a bra that cup them right."
She then stood up and turned around. "My ass isn't much better," she said. "I have to go to a special tailor to get clothes specially made or altered to fit my body shape." Her hands ran up and down her body. "I asked my tailor on some tips on getting clothes to fit, and that's when he told me this spell. But firs, what do you prefer: my ass, or my breasts?"
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