Most people have a very strange idea about 'witches', like witches are all women, or witches worship the devil.
All of that tripe was propaganda propagated by the Royalty of Europe, when it became fashionable to be a Christian, and to prove it was bad to be a witch, they were pictured wearing a broad brimmed conically shaped hat, when all of the fashionable people wore a conical hat without a brim! Big Deal!
Witches are people who practice the religion of Wicca. The basic tenants of which say:
The Power shall not be used to bring harm, to injure or control others. But if the need rises, the Power shall be used to protect your life or the lives of others.
The Power is used only as need dictates.
The Power can be used for your own gain, as long as by doing so you harm none.
It is unwise to accept money for use of the Power, for it quickly controls it taker.
Be not as those of other religions.
Use not the Power for prideful gain, for such cheapens the mysteries of Wicca and magick.
Ever remember that the Power is the sacred gift of the Goddess and God, and should never be misused or abused.
Wicca a Guide for the Solitary Practitioner, By Scott Cunningham - Llewellyn Publications
Another way of saying the rules is 'Do what you will, as long as it does no harm to another.'
Of course, these are the rules known by Wiccans, this does not include the reasons why you must follow the rules of Power.
Basically, the reason can be expressed: Good or harm done with the Power comes back to you seven fold.
Now on to the story!
(Author's note: Some say three fold. In the Author's experience, it is seven as many dictate.)
I found one of my wife's 'Witch' books and finally became curious as to what types of magic could be done, by my witch wife or one of her 'coven'.
There was a bunch of drivel about philosophy and such. So I scanned on past that stuff and got right down to casting spells. There were example of how to make a magic circle, what herbs and oils to use, how to use the Athame, how to build Power and direct it to a purpose.
This stuff was cool!
I started thinking about what kind of things I could do with this stuff, if it really works that is.
'You know, ' I thought, 'Mary has always been lacking in the boob department. Maybe I could give her a little boost, and thereby prove to myself whether this stuff works, as well as give myself a little bit more to play with.'
I carefully set up our bedroom making my sleeping beauty the center of the circle. Anointed her with the proper oils I had prepared with her Athame. I built the Power just as the book told me, and I swear I could see a glowing white light building around me as I did so.
When I felt I had enough Power for the job, I directed it toward Mary and visualized her having a 'C' cup size set of breasts.
The glow became very bright, shooting forth en-globing Mary, and becoming a warmer more golden color, seemingly soaking right into her light obscured body. When it was finally gone I had to cover my mouth with my hand, to silence my gasp.
Well you could have knocked me over with a feather! Low and behold there she lay with boobs! Unbelievable!
I quickly cleaned up all of the ritual paraphernalia and slid into bed with my buxom wife, not wanting to waken her and spoil my surprise, I can hardly wait for tomorrow.
It was incredibly difficult not to grope her new boobies, but I refrained and finally drifted off to sleep.
"ROBERT!" I was abruptly awakened by Mary's scream emanating from the bathroom.
"Mmfff ... what?" I mumbled back.
"Do you know anything about these?" she was pointing to her boobs and glaring at me accusatorially.
"Don't you like them dear? I think they look incredible. Come back to bed so we can test drive them," I was leering at her hooters.
"So you, did this to me? Have you been into my Wicca books?" she had a funny look on her face.
"You have been trying to get me to show some interest in your witchy dealings. So I started reading one of them and I just wanted to try and see if it worked, and man did it work! Come to bed, please baby," I cajoled.
"You poor foolish man. Don't you think that if I wanted bigger boobs I could have done it myself?" she glared.
"I suppose ... well I guess, I don't really know," I replied shrugging my shoulders.
"Well you should have come to me, if you wanted to learn the way. You have no Idea what you have done, honey, but I promise I will try and help you live with the consequences of your actions. Just please, do not try any more spells, at least not until you have been properly educated. I realize you didn't think you were doing anything that I wouldn't like, due to your narrow-minded male thought patterns. Most women with big boobs would rather have small ones. Before we met, I had a 'D' cup set of boobs and I used the Power to shrink them," she lectured.
"Well just use it to shrink them again," I offered.
"We can't, at least not for a very long time. I won't be able to since you are the one who cast the spell on me. You won't be able to since you used it to harm another and are still untrained. I'd say it would probably be at least two years before you will be able to make amends and conjure up enough Power to fix my chest, and many years after that to be able to reverse the effects on yourself," she let out a huge sigh and shook her head.
"What are you talking about?" I was sitting up on the edge of the bed by this time.
"Sweetheart, you might look down to your chest. I don't think you are going to recognize it," she started to giggle.
I looked as I had been told, and there on my chest was a set of 'C' cup sized breasts. No make that 'DD' cup breasts, no 'E' cup no ... No! "Oh my God they are still growing! Mary what's happening?" I hollered.
"Well sweetie, with Wicca, any harm you do to another comes back to you seven fold. It's a damn good thing you didn't give me back my 'D' cups. It's going to be bad enough as it is!" she was laughing outright now.
"This is not funny Mary I've got tits passing the 'GG' cup range and still going. What am I going to do?" I was staring at this huge set of boobs bobbing up and down on my own ribcage.
Mary quickly climbed into bed with me, "Come to bed dear and let's give those babies a test drive."
"This isn't funny Mary!" I was getting annoyed.
"No it's not, and there is not one damn thing that we can do about it, at least not until later today. You know, those look really sensitive, I wonder... ?" she reached up and caressed my nipple.
"Oh God! Tha ... that ... that was incredible," I squealed.
She leaned over and said, "You ain't seen nothing yet," as she placed one of my nipples into her mouth.
"Ohhhh my! Is it like this for you when I suck on your nipples?" I asked her feeling completely out of breath.
"Mmmm ... you like that huh?" she said around my areola. She then re-sucked a full mouthful working it in and out and around.
I didn't even have an erection, but I shot my wad as she worked my nipple. I started arching my back and twitching all over.
"Was it good for you sweetie?" Mary asked.
"What the hell was that?" I panted.
"Nipple orgasm. Did you like that?" she smiled down at me.
"I don't believe that just happened. I shot my wad into my PJs and I wasn't even hard. What's happening to me?" I started sobbing.
She started rubbing my back, "I'm sorry dear, but boobs are like that. They are very easily stimulated. I think though, there must be a lot of in your system, that's why no erection and why you are so easily stimulated."
"That's a relief. So, it's because of that I've got immense hooters and a limp Dick," I groused.
"No, it's because of you giving me big boobs, that you have giant boobs and lots of in your system. Now I'm going to have to suggest something, that I know you are not going to like, just hear me out anyway, okay?" Mary asked.
I nodded my head, but that proved to be a big mistake, due to the fact that my tits started bouncing up and down.
"The bad news is that you are stuck with huge tits. The good news doesn't exist. You are not going to be able to walk around with double 'H' boobs, as a man. At best, you will be a she male, which means no hard on for years, humiliation, and ridicule whenever your true sex is found out. The best thing I can suggest is, that you let me finish the job," she looked into my eyes searching for my reaction.
"You ... you ... you mean ... turn me into a girl?" I couldn't believe my ears.
"Well you started it," she accused.
"How was I supposed to know giving you big boobs would ricochet and give me bigger boobs?" I asked.
"Actually, if you had read the book and not skipped straight to the spells you would have known, it's clearly explained in every one of them," she was still rubbing my back while she scolded me.
"But I love you! If you turn me into a girl with big breasts, what happens to us, to our marriage?" I'm not sure I wanted to know the answer to this question.
"I love you too, even if you are a dunderhead. I won't leave you even if you are a girl. Our sex lives are going to be a little on the 'alternate life style' side, and I don't quite know how to say this ... Ah, I think those hooters of yours, are really starting to turn me on. Do you mind if I grope you a little?" she begged.
"You want to fondle me? Are you a lesbian Mary?" I thought I knew my wife, I never would have suspected this though.
"It's the Power I think, it won't allow harm to come to our love, so to make sure we stay together, I'm becoming turned on by the sight of your boobs. I'm certain that if you ask me to make you a woman, I'll become your impassioned lesbian lover," she informed me.
"I don't want to be a woman and I don't want you, to have to become a lesbian. I'm so sorry!" I wailed.
"Well, actually the lesbian thing won't be that big a stretch for me hon., I'm already bi," she was looking into my eyes when she told me that part, so I knew it was true.
"But my job, how can I run a bulldozer with these?" I pointed to my new assets.
"Goddess, I'd pay real money to have pictures of that! Just thinking about it, has made my panties all sopping wet," she started fanning her face as if she had the 'vapors'. "Don't worry we'll get by, even if I have to start taking nude photos of you and selling them to big titty magazines, maybe some lezzy scenes between you and me too. Of course I'll be the one with the little titties," she giggled.
"Great, I've turned myself into, thousands of men's, big titty queen fantasy girl!"
"That is, only if you ask me to," she assured me.
"This is so humiliating, not only do I have to become a girl, I have to ask you to make me one!"
"You don't want, that I should wind up, seven times what I do to you do you?" she inquired.
"No, I wouldn't. Okay Mary you win, would you please make me a woman?" I knew there was no other real option open to me.
"Yes Roberta, I'll make you a woman. I'll need to contact some of the people in my coven, but would you mind terribly if I attack those, because I don't think I can force myself to leave them alone one minute longer?" she pleaded.
"If I can fondle yours. Deal?" I bargained.
"Deal!" and she was all over my immense mammaries, petting, squeezing, licking, and sucking.
I was twitching like an epileptic, during a Grand Mal seizure.
Mary was like a bitch in heat, rubbing her crotch up and down my leg, while diddling herself to orgasm, after orgasm.
"Oooog glagh!" I gurgled, my face beet red and strained looking. I'm not sure the male brain is wired to handle multiple orgasms. I wanted to fondle Mary's breasts and all I could do was flail about on the bed.
I must have lost consciousness because the next thing I knew, Mary was gently stroking my face, cuddled up close to me.
"Welcome back Roberta. I have to tell you that is the best sex I've ever had," she kissed me. "By the way what does, "Oooog glagh!" mean?"
"I think it means 'I'm losing my mind via multiple orgasms.' Does that happen to you?" I asked.
"Sometimes, can't you tell when you do it to me?" she remarked.
"I guess, but it looks a hell of a lot different on this side, than the other, let me tell you!" I assured her.
"Well I have to get up and make some calls. If you will wash my back, I'll help you wash the places you can't reach," she gave me a peck on the lips.
"I think it's going to be worse than that! Can you help me up and steady me while I walk? My balance is shot to hell," I asked unsteadily.
"I guess it's going to take a while for you to regain your balance. Don't try too hard today, by tomorrow it will be different anyway," she helped me to my feet and we climbed into the shower.
I washed her back, she washed mine, but when we were facing one another, she disappeared under my mammoth mammaries and I felt her sudsing up the bottom side of my tits. The sensations were unbelievable! When she worked her way towards my chest I felt her lift one up so she could scrub underneath of where it lay against my chest. Her little hand sunk deeply into the soft firm breast and made me shudder. When she moved to the other one my hands slapped against the glass doors and the wall, my legs spread of their own accord, and I felt sperm dribble from my penis as I orgasmed. I felt her hands quickly grab me around the waist to keep me from falling, on my unsteady legs.
"Wow, you are sensitive," I felt her wash my limp Dick and shrunken balls, "Hand me the shower head so I can rinse down here."
"This is so embarrassing! My wife can hide from me underneath my own tits. And she has to hose the underside of my boobs, cause it's too hard to reach for me," I whined.
"Hey, I'm not complaining. This is the most fun you and I have had together in a couple of years. I am actually getting really excited at the prospect of living with the one I love transformed, and with a new lust for love," her head popped up right at the end of my immense cleavage and she kissed each boob.
"You wouldn't have a bra I could borrow, would you," I asked her?
"You're silly! My old bras wouldn't even cover your nipples! Hey, I'm in the same boat, all of my old bras are 'D' cups, and my newer bras are 'A' cups, not a 'C' cup in the lot. I guess we both jiggle around today," she gave my boob a lift and drop, so she could watch it bounce.
"Well let's grab a towel and dry off, it's starting to get chilly," I chattered through my teeth.
She opened the door, grabbed a towel and tossed it to me, though she looked at me funny for a moment and tossed me another one.
"What's with the two towels?" I asked.
"One for those boobs, and one for the rest of you," she giggled and scurried away so I couldn't grab hold of her.
It turned out, that I need the two towels after all, and I found out the hard way, boobs are patted dry, not rubbed.
Getting dressed was educational, Mary was no trouble she had tops that could house a 'D' cup, me on the other hand, lets say Mary had to pin a sheet around my shoulders in a kind of toga arrangement.
I had to wear my sweat pants on the bottom, for some reason none of my pants fit anymore, you know, tight around the hips, loose around the waist. It appears if Mary didn't turn me into a woman, I would have looked like one anyway.
Within two hours people from Mary's coven started showing up. Mary explained to me that she had only asked female witches to come to try and save me the embarrassment of being turned into a woman in front of other males.
When Bridget came in, she took one look at me, and said, "Oh my Goddess!" and she was a 'DD' cup her self!