Bring me a Dream

She told herself it was going to be worth it one more time before telling The Warlock she was ready. The warlock raised a questioning eyebrow but didn't argue with the girl, she knew the deal. If she wanted to have those curves she so desperately wanted, she was going to have to offer something in return. The Warlock thought it over for a moment before coming to a decision and starting to prepare the spell. The  dark haired girl watched him intently, wondering exactly what the magic would entail and what... other transformations would accompany her wonderful curves.

The Warlock rolled up the sleeves of his robe and with a deft flick of his wrist started to weave a pattern in the air before her. She watched transfixed as an orange glow was left behind each movement until a rather arcane rune hovered in the air before her. For some reason she felt drawn to it, her hand reached out and as her fingers neared the glowing runes an orange light arced out, striking her in the chest and knocking the wind out of her. She lay on the cool ground looking at the figure in the dark robes walking away, she went to call out but everything faded to black before she could utter a word.

...


The shrill blaring tone of her alarm waking her startled the dark haired girl out of a vivid dream and she sprang up to a sitting position with a startle. She looked around frantically for a moment, first to see she was in her room, second, she was alone, and third, she was still as boxy and flat chested as ever. She groaned and fell back against the mattress. It wasn't like magic was real, you can't just wish yourself a pair of tits. She felt defeated and it took her a good ten minutes to muster up the energy to move.

It was a sluggish day, she had dragged her feet all morning and it wasn't any better once she got to work. Everything just felt so drab, so ordinary, so... normal. She tried to focus on the task at hand but her mind kept wandering as she thought of how great it would be to have a curvy feminine body, she could almost imagine what it would be like to have a thick pair of thighs filling out her jeans and a heavy pair of breasts straining her shirt. Her chest felt tight with an anxious excitement and she had to calm herself to remain focused before her boss caught wind of her daydreaming. Strangely, the feeling of tight energy in her chest didn't go away. She really did try and double down on finishing the project before her lunch break, but she felt so damn uncomfortable, like her clothing was made of some scratchy wool, or had shrunk two sizes without her noticing, and the pressure in her chest was maddening. Her mouth felt dry and she excused herself and went to the water cooler to get a drink.

As she approached the cooler she saw the object of her envy, Rachel, the girl from the second floor with those... those breasts. She had never considered herself gay, but for those tits, she was willing to make an exception. She wished she had a pair that big, hell half that big even, she would love to just know what it felt like to touch them and... She realized that not only was she staring but that Rachel had asked her a question.

"U-uhm, y-yes."

"Great, I'm so glad you agree! I was really nervous about it so I'm kinda glad I told you."

The dark haired girl laughed nervously and her face went red as she felt a sense of shame for having tuned the busty woman out. She tried to pay better attention to Rachel's story as she sipped at the paper cup of water, but the tightness in her chest felt even worse now, and her hips ached painfully as she shifted from foot to foot.

"Hey, are you feeling alright? You look like you're gonna be sick." Rachel looked at the girl with concern.

She didn't feel sick though, she felt... she felt like her chest was swelling beneath her crossed arms, she felt like her ass no longer fit in her small jeans, she felt like she couldn't breathe. She excused herself and almost ran from the stunned woman, only stopping to tell her boss an emergency had come up and to grab her keys. She was halfway across the parkinglot when she felt a twinge in her spine that made her stumble. She tried to move and there it was again, so sharp and unnatural. She grit her teeth and staggered forward, feeling her shirt and pants grow even tighter. It felt like her jeans were digging into her crotch at this point, trying to smother her sex and biting deeply into.. her thighs? She felt herself over as she moved, there were... curves, not big ones by any means, but big enough not to fit in the tight clothes she normally wore. She almost ran the rest of the way to the car.

By the time the car door shut she was itching her head and trying to unbutton the jeans, she felt so swollen, so itchy, so HOT. She tried to ignore the strange feeling assaulting her and drove the short drive to her apartment. She flew out of her car as she ran up the stairs to her door. She could feel things jiggle in ways that she had only imagined before and she didn't even stop when the man from the apartment down the hall was left staring at the formerly thin girl nearly bursting out of her clothes. He was left there trying to figure out if his eyes had deceived him, he could have sworn she had a tail.

The dark haired girl's pants ripped loudly as she tried to tear her shirt off, it took some effort but within a few minutes she had escaped the tight confines. Her clothes were ruined, stretched and torn, but her clothes weren't what she was looking at, she was looking at her body. She was, round, square bony features now were soft and ample, her breasts were getting heavier by the second and if it weren't for the added weight of her huge ass she might have overbalanced. She felt her backside with embarrassment, it was truly massive... Her hand brushed by a tuft of... hair? She timidly felt a long strand of silky hair and it took her a moment to realized. She had a tail, a.. a tail, a real tail!? She looked herself over in the mirror and noticed that she had a pair of ears that matched her distinctly equine tail. She couldn't take her eyes off her reflection, she was so curvy, so... sexy, even with the horse ears and the long flowing tail. She was starting to feel hot again, and this time it was somewhere lower than her chest. It was at this point she noticed her pussy seemed a little further set back than normal, it took her a moment to maneuver to be able to see it in detail, but what she saw left her stunned. Her pussy was... it had gone through a growth spurt of it's own, and apparently a tail and ears weren't her only equine features now. Her pussy had a thick almost rubbery look to it's massive lips, they dropped down into a small mound and her asshole looked plump enough to bulge the back of her underwear if she still had a pair that would fit.

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She tried to pull up another pair of panties, but even the pair her friend had accidentally left here that one time were too small for her. She let herself fall forward onto the bed in defeat, laying on her now massive tits as if they were pillows. They did feel quite pillowy, she softly touched them, trying not to let her hands stray toward her equine shaped sex. She might have only transformed into this heavily curved horse form a few hours ago, but she was already well aware of how... appreciative her newest equine addition was to her roaming hands. She had to admit, it felt great, all of this did really. She wanted to be mad, or to worry about tomorrow, to think about how this was going to change things... but that could wait. It wasn't like she could go anywhere "dressed" like this anyhow. She flicked her lush tail to the side and smiled dreamily, besides she was tired anyhow. She yawned deeply and thought to herself as the warmth of her pillowy tits lulled her into a midday nap, maybe she would have another dream tonight?