"Hey, you too, huh?"
Tessa was startled out of her own head by Alison's voice. Her mind had been spinning with the dictaphone and its possibilities so much she hadn't noticed she'd walked right into the break room, where Alison was lounging against a counter, nursing a a coffee.
It had actually taken Tessa a second to recognise the girl, who was now a good six inches shorter than her. But then she remembered she was being addressed: "Huh?" She said.
"Hiding from Blair, right?" Alison said, "I recognise that five-mile stare. I ducked out of my cubicle as soon as I saw her coming."
"Oh. Yeah." Tessa said, and memories of the time Blair had rushed her into the stalls popped into her head anew. The surreal conversation, the softness of those breasts, the sudden rush of irresistable arousal: and towards a woman! It had been so strange, and so hot, and she'd felt so guilty for cheating: somehow the knowledge that it had all been caused by literal magic didn't seem that far-fetched.
"I'm worried about that girl," Alison said, "It's not normal to grow like that, and now it's all gone to her head. I think it's a hormonal thing. This srcond puberty stuff is so weird." Alison's eyes shot open in horror as she realised who she was speaking to; "Not that I think you're the same! The six foot girl growing another four inches over her vacation was weird, but not voodoo, like this. You've kept your head. But she's turned into this porn parody of herself."
"Porn is right," Tessa muttered. It had moved her to cheat on her husband - but there had been nothing she could have done about it! Even Blair couldn't have helped it. It came back, in the end, to Drake. Could the universe have really chosen such a perv?
"She needs a reduction. Those things will snap her in half is she carries on like this, and having a waist that narrow can't be good for her." Alison went on, in a way that Tessa thought she wasn't really speaking to her as much as to herself. "We need to talk toher. Convince her. Will you help? I've been thinking of trying on my own, but I'm worried she might... distract me."
Alison's face had turned beet red, and she was avoiding meeting Tessa's eyes. Tessa could guess at what she meant by that, and with it something clicked into place in her head, and she made a decision.
"Is Drake around?"
"What? Drake? No, he's on lunch. But why - were you listening?"
"Yes. And I think I have an idea. Come with me."
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"... A magical voice recorder?" Alison said, lowering the note from EJ and revealing to Tessa her one arched eyebrow.
"I know how it sounds," Tessa said, "But it really works! Listen to this:"
Tessa played back Drake's first messages about her and Blair, being careful to avoid the new records, so Alison wouldn't hear that she'd used it herself just to grow taller.
"Did Blair put you up to this?" Alison asked, "Is this some weird prank? You expect me to think -"
"Look, it'll be easier for you to just see," Tessa said, handing the dictaphone over, "Just record something that isn't true. I don't know. Make me blonde or something."
"Psh, if it's a magic wand? I'm not wasting my first wish on that," Alison said. She hit record; "I'm five pounds lighter."
As soon as Alison hit stop, she heard a slight sparkling noise and laughed. "Ok, I'll admit, that's a nice - woah!"
It was a feeling like no other. Alison could physically feel her waist cinching in and tightening. Her belly felt warm and oddly pleasant as it flattened out, even as her hand flashed to it.
"Oh my God!" She said, noting that even her clothes had changed, "It worked!"
"Did it work?" Tessa said, "Because you used it, I can't see anything."
"Did it ever!" Alison said, looking down at her more toned legs in the shorter skirt she was now wearing, "If anything, I think I might have lost 10! I need a mirror!"
"Alison, focus, Tessa said, "We've got to hurry. Drake could be back at any moment. Make Blair back to normal again; then we can figure out what's next. For all our sakes."
"Right," Alison said, "Ok. Blair will change back to how she was before Drake changed her, and only Tessa and I will remember the change."
"Did it work?" Tessa asked.
"It sparkled," Alison said, "I suppose we have to find - guh."
Alison took a step back, fanning herself with a free hand. Tessa frowned; "Alison, are you - oohh." Tessa said, before sliding to the side.
"Feel... flushed..." Alison said, grabbing the edge of Drake's desk for balance. A feeling of intense heat was washing over her; that, and a very pleasant tingling.
"What's - Oohh," Alison moaned, "happening?"
But she could feel the sensations spreading through her, from the bottom up.
She stumbled back as her sensible business pumps were suddenly three-inch heels. Her hem was inching upwards to show off more hairless thigh, while her hips stretched outwards, pushing her butt against the shrinking material. Higher still, her waist pulled in, as if tightened by an invisible corset.
Alison tried to stay quiet, but another moan bubbled up out of her, just as her breasts pushed outwards. Alison's hands snapped to them in shock. Her eyes went wide as she watched her fingers begin to get pushed apart; and then she gasped as she felt a jolt of pure pleasure from touching them, and she squeezed.
Letters in her mind were ticking up. D... DD... E... Still going. Some tiny, quiet, rational part of Alison's mind, still active through the fog, wondered how she could know.
Then the memories came.
It started when Blair's did; the boobs creeping forward week by week. The visits to the doctor. The concern. And then, little by little, the elation. Her boyfriend's barely hidden joy. The rush of power she got. Her and Blair and Tessa: the big-titted queens of the office.
And Tessa?
Alison looked up to see Tessa standing above her, all 6'6" and F-cupped, leaning over in shock. Her pants strained hard around her juicy ass until she slowly straightened.
"What... how?" Alison asked.
"I don't know." Tessa replied.
"Well... what now?"
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