My powers started manifesting sometime in my late teens, same as everyone in my family. My mother and older sisters were accomplished witches, and my dad occasionally dabbled as a warlock. However for me, things were a lot more unpredictable - sometimes I'd be able to channel a massive amount of magical energy, other times every spell I tried would fall flat. Last night I was having a wet dream, I couldn't really remember any specifics, just hazy flashes of luscious breasts and a lot of rough sex. I rolled out of bed and tried to put on a sweater which promptly fell right off a tiny but buxom female body that I didn't have last night. Great. That dream accidentally manifested my powers into transforming my body again. The worst part was that I had no idea how to reverse the change, the magic just usually eventually wore off whenever it felt like it. My mom and sisters usually just laughed instead of trying to help me.
"Liana! I need to borrow your clothes again." I yelled to my sister from my room. She walked in, giggling, and threw a bra at me. I tried putting it on with some difficulty, it looks like my breasts were even bigger this time.
"You know bro, you're on track to be the bustiest one in our family. I think you'd make a fine witch." She said, ogling my new curves.
I sighed. Magic could be so inconvenient sometimes.
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Original author: MollyPeachTG Sent to my by Cbrorigins.
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