As you gaze into the mirror you take a good long look at what's staring back. You are Diane Richardson, you had short black hair in a messy bob cut hair style and some what of a tomboyish face on a pretty average body for your age, but those green eyes... sometimes they hypnotized even you, They almost seemed to glow if you stared long enough. No wonder it was so easy to find a boyfriend and convince him to let you move into his families condo you thought to yourself. He had said that he was going to be busy with his "studies" today and asked not to be disturbed. He was into weird occultist lore and he would always say that it "ran in the family" which drew you in and made him seem interesting to you. You continue down and look at your body, you were wearing a black pencil skirt that really brought out the shape of your slightly larger the average ass as you run you fingers across it with a tight white button shirt that you admittedly showed cleavage whenever he was around just to mess with him. "Jeez Diane, are you finished? enough ogling already..." you thought to yourself as you were about you turn around.
As you do though, you suddenly feel a weird numbness in your chest along with a sudden chill. You dart back to the mirror and place your hands on a C-cup chest that seemed cold and was jiggling more than usual no matter how you tried to stop it. "Annnnd you are mine, forever... " a male voice in your head that felt like a powerful invasive thought echoed in your mind. Before you could react though, you looked down at your chest and your tits started creaking and growing at a rapid rate. Every time you tried to stop this with your hands though they would bounce and push your hands away. You wanted to panic and run away but something with your mind is keeping you calm and in place. You look on helplessly as your cleavage started to erupt out of your shirt and the buttons started popping and one even cracked the mirror a little as it flew off.
As they finally stop at almost watermelon size, you look at the mirror at these monsters that felt like they were controlling you instead of just being body parts. They oozed sex and seduction and didn't sag at all, they almost seemed to be held up by some unseen force like being in a bra, despite your own black lace bra being torn to shreds by these monsters already.
"Now my love, the spell is complete" in a voice you now recognized as your boyfriend "we will be one, forever".
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