This choice: She looked what she saw, with a few alterations. • Go Back...Chapter #6She liked what she saw, with a few alterations. by: Sulla76 "I mean, I'm not really that bad," the sorceress said to herself, "I look pretty great really. I catch guys staring at my tits and ass all the time, they don't seem to mind a couple extra pounds. Who needs to be skinny?"
Of course, a couple extra was fifty pounds since starting university but Serafina was right. She still got plenty of attention from men and women, her out going personality and natural charisma making up for going from athletically slim prep to beer bellied party girl. Of course, her E cup breasts and 40 inch hips helped out quite a bit too. While she disliked the tightness of her dress, the blonde was in general happy with herself despite getting chubby. She didn't really feel how out of shape she was due to never exercising unless forced, dance and riding had been passions forced onto her by her mother. Serafina was content to drink and fuck all night and then nap until noon and her plush, cuddly body let her do just that in complete comfort, literally more cushion for the pushing when she had sex.
"Really, I carry the extra cup well and it lets me soak up more beer," she said, taking a long sip of beer she'd freshly summoned into a mug, "but...do I really need the stretch marks?"
Packing on fifty pounds in a semester had put tiger stripes on Serafina's body. Big white ones on her hips, a few angry little purple ones around her belly button and small, veiny ones on her engorged breasts.
"And while I don't mind having a bit of padding did so much blubber need to go to my belly?" she asked herself.
Serafina believed in four food groups: beer, chocolate, fried and buttered. As a result a lot of carbohydrates had deposted themselves around her once slender waist, giving her floppy lovehandles and beer belly big enough she could bounce its underside with two hands. She sucked in in the mirror, not anywhere close to her old 23 inch waist but at least a little more compact.
"and my boobs, I love them this size but really, I'm barely twenty do I have to sag already?" she sighed, shaking her heavy hangers from side to side.
As the pounds had come on over the last few months, Serafina's tatas had gone from perfectly round Ds to tear drop shaped Es. A pencil laid under them would stay firmly in place now and she worried that she'd caught a terminal case of the droopies. She cupped them, frowning to find they weren't quite as sensitive as they used to be.
"I don't want to loose weight, I just want to switch it around a little, smooth out and get myself firmer up top," the party girl sighed, draining her fourth beer and then looking at the Codex Corpulentia.
Bound as it was to a powerful, gainining sorceress, the book was improving itself. Its cover was no longer ratty but merely plain and it had thickened up from novella to full novel length. It purred internally to be found useful to such a comely host and Serafina flipped through its fingers, smiling when it showed her what she wanted.
"Oh yes, I think I like that very much...," she grinned, "and all I need to do is down three beers and say the alphabet backwards..."
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Back in her castle, Lady Marigold pulled herself up from her latest orgy.
The fifty seven year old magician looked herself over in the mirror, looking like a twenty one year old in perfect physical condition: tall, aesthetically slender and fatless. The famous wizard smiled as she drank in her curves, until she got to her lower belly and hips. Somehow Marigold's thigh gap had almost filled in, her concave stomach was now puffy and round and her hip shad taken on added, matronly bulk. The wizard gasped in complete confusion at such an event, suddenly remembering how much she'd eaten in the past two weeks.
"Ugh, I need to increase my daily exercises," she muttered, staring enough at her stomach she didn't notice how her shapely, pert C cup breasts suddenly sagged as low as a normal woman in late middle age would expect, "and my diet will start tomorrow."
Tits flapping unnoticed, Marigold walked back to her awakening boy toys, her ass a canvas of stretch marks and a moon scape of cellulite.
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"Oh now this is great," the slightly tipsy Serafina giggled.
Her stomach was flatter. Not flat and her waist was still pretty thick, but the beer bellied enchantress was now a thick, meaty hour glass. She couldn't see her ribs and could pinch plenty of inches built from beer pong victories and keg stands back when her abs had been strong enough for that. Her fat hadn't been destroyed, it had just migrated down to her hips or up to her chests. Downstairs she was an incredibly round 46 inches across her buns, bouncy as jello and smooth as fresh butter, while upstairs flawlessly round, enormous F cups defied gravity, jutting out proud and as timeless as the tallest mountains. To top it off, the softly curvy Serafina's skin was flawless and smooth as it had been at her thinnest, almost glamour perfect.
The mage poured herself into her favorite dress, then tightened it up a size to really show off her curves. Her reflection was so tasty looking the curvaceous caster almost started making out with it but she wasn't that drunk yet. She readied herself as her carriage came to a halt at her college, ready for a new adventure... indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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