Woman by Witchcraft


 By: Sapphire
  © 1980-2003

Sapphire's Note: I started this story in 1980, handwriting it in a notebook. At the time, no one was writing "magic transformation" stories... hell, in 1980 what was to become the Internet was still called the ARPANET, and only had just over 200 hosts! While NOW, magical transformations can be found in any Mall, this was new then. I hope you all enjoy this.

  

Chapter One 

The evening was warm, but with summer only about two months away, that wasn't unusual. Pat had just completed his nightly jog, and was going downstairs to put his sweat-stained running suit into the hamper of dirty clothes, when he heard a strange chanting coming from the rear of the basement. Carefully, in case it was a prowler, he crept into the shadows behind the stairs, and peeked out. 

Pat's sister, Morgana, was with two other girls. That wasn't strange, in itself; she had friends over lots of times, but this time, they were dressed in long black robes. Morgana's hood was around her shoulders, but the other two had their hoods drawn over their heads, so he couldn't see their faces. On the basement floor, someone had drawn a circle with a star in its middle, and all of its points were touching the circle. By the points were strange markings, almost like letters of a language Pat didn't know. Looking at them hard gave him a headache. Five long tapered candles were lit and burning, also placed at the points of the star. All in all, it looked like a scene out of an old Hammer horror film. The words they chanted made no sense to him, but somehow the room had an overwhelming feeling of power. Pat's curiosity wanted him to stay, but the fear in his gut was growing. He slowly backed up, and left his sister to whatever she was doing.       

After Pat left, the chanting stopped, and the other two robed figures turned to Morgana. 

"Little fool! Did Pat really think he could watch, and not have us notice? He doesn't know what kind of trouble he bought himself!" 

The smaller of the two spoke, "The Law is clear, you know..."  

"Yes," added the second, "only Daughters of the Faith may witness our ceremonies. No man must ever know we still exist!" 

"The punishment," concluded the first "is Death! I'm sorry..." 

"Don't quote the Law to me! I'm to be the next High Priestess! But there must be some way around this. I can't kill my own brother!" 

"Have there ever been any exceptions?" asked the taller of the two girls, hopefully. 

"Once, long ago, when our grandmothers were just acolytes, a man from town witnessed the High Priestess perform some magic. They let him... live..." 

"How did she get around the Law?" 

"She turned him into a horse, and used him to pull her carriage, after she had her him gelded and branded, of course!" 

"Wow! She didn't kid around, did she! We can't do that to Pat!" 

"No, we can't, I don't have room for a horse..." 

"Morgana!" 

"Just kidding, but it does give me an idea. The law says, "no man", but soon Pat will not be a "man"." 

"What then?" the taller asked.   

"Don't worry, he will still be human, he'll just be my new sister.  Pat will become Patricia, or maybe Patti, for short. This way, he, or should I say she, can be brought into the coven." 

"What happens, if when he finds out, he goes and tells somebody?" 

"Well, if SHE goes to tell, then I will just have to make room for a new dog. Maybe something small, like a poodle, a bitch, in fact, so I can make some money breeding her." 

"Pat better watch out, it sounds like you mean that!" 

"I sure do! Now you," she pointed to the smaller of the two, "run upstairs, and bring me down some...ah...milk. Hurry now!" 

"What's the milk for?" 

"I figured that we'd start on his chest. Pat always was a breast man; let's see what he looks like with a pair of his own. A set that stands out for every one to see...mmm...that's it! We'll give him "C" cups... get it, something to see!" 

"But why the milk?" 

"As you know, magic needs something to focus on. The components should correspond with the desired effects of the spell. We intend to grow some breasts..."    

"Oh!" the acolyte giggled, "of course."                                 

Chapter Two  

The next morning, having completely forgotten the incident the night before, Pat noticed some tenderness and sensitivity around his nipples.  Although it was warm out, he had to use an undershirt to protect the area. After a quick breakfast, he hopped the city bus to the college. 

Being a business major with a business college in town was a superb stroke of luck. Pat could take the courses he wanted, but still save money by living and eating at home. With the school right on the bus line, Pat, at the age of 21, had never bothered to get a car, or even a driver's license.        

This was Pat's last semester before graduation, so he was taking a light load of courses. Taking only four subjects left him plenty of time for his two favorite past times, running and Sharon.      

Sharon was a girl his sister had introduced to him, one of the few kind things she had done of late. Sharon had more than made up for the lack. She was the same height as Pat, five feet, five inches tall, had long brown hair, and was graced with a nicely formed chest, if only a  "B" cup. If there was one thing that Pat liked, it was a woman's chest.  Just the sight of a large chest would turn him on tremendously. He wished Sharon had bigger breasts, but she made up for it in bed. Unfortunately, she worked sometimes as a beautician in a local salon, so Pat couldn't get too many afternoons with her. 

Except for his tender nipples, the day progressed without event. In fact, the week progressed without problems. He might have called it the calm before the storm, if he had known his sister's plans. 

The swelling started slowly, but not being that body conscious most of the time, Pat didn't notice it until the next week. 

On that morning, while out jogging, he noticed a bouncing in his chest area. A jostling, that was at first annoying, and then aching, after about two miles. Cutting his run short, he stopped into the college sports doctor before his first class of the day. The doctor just told him to wrap his chest with an ace bandage when he ran. 

"It'll go away in a few days, I would imagine," the doctor predicted.  Pat was not that lucky! 

For the next few days, Pat wrapped the bandage around his chest without much relief, but even to his untrained eye, something was wrong. The swelling didn't subside, but instead, it intensified. Worried, Pat paid the doctor another visit. The doctor's eyes widened when Pat removed his undershirt. For what he saw was a budding set of woman's breasts. 

"My God! What's going on here!" exclaimed the doctor. "It looks like you're growing a pair of female breasts. Nurse! Come here at once." 

A slightly overweight, middle-aged nurse appeared. "Looks like a hormone problem to me, Doc, going on for some time, I'd imagine. Might size up to an "A" cup, maybe even a little larger." 

"Well... it looks like you've got a real problem here, Pat. We are going to have to take some tests before we recommend any treatment. Have you been taking any female hormones, by any chance?" 

"No, I don't even take aspirin." 

"Then it must be some sort of internal imbalance." 

"But what can we do about it?" 

"Until we get the test results back, we can't do very much. But to alleviate the aching when you jog, I would suggest picking yourself up a sports bra." 

"A BRA!" 

"Sure, the support when you jog will eliminate the bouncing, and thereby, the pain. Don't worry; nobody will see it under your sweatshirt.  Check back in about seven to ten days. I should have the test results back by then." 

"I don't like the idea, but it sounds logical. Boy, I hope you can do something about them; if you'll pardon the expression, they're a pain in the ass!" 

"I know, I know, dear boy, just get yourself some bras, and I'll see you soon." 

The trip home was too short for Pat. All that was on his mind was how to tell his mom about his needing to wear bras!       

"Morgana is never going to let me live this down!" he thought to himself, as he walked up his driveway. 

Morgana's friends called their mother, Cassandra Fay, Cassy for short.  Pat's father disappeared soon after Pat was born; no one had seen him since. Cassy Fay was working in the kitchen when Pat came in. 

"Hi, Honey! We're having chicken breasts tonight for dinner, you like breasts don't you...why the pained expression, Pat?" 

"Mom, uh... I don't quite know how to tell you something." 

"Just start at the beginning."             

"I went to see the school doctor today..."     

"You're not sick are you?" she interrupted, as she felt his forehead for a temperature. 

"No Mom, I'm not sick...I think...it's just that...well..." 

"Damn it! Tell me, before I die of worry!" 

"It seems...that, I ...well, I'm..." 

"Get on with it!" 

"Mom," Pat said as he swallowed hard, "I seem to be growing female breasts." 

"What?" Somehow, his mom didn't seem as upset or bewildered as he had anticipated.   

"Let's see them," she demanded. 

Taking off his sweatshirt and undershirt, he displayed the new additions to his chest. 

"Hmmm..." is all she said, as she examined them. "What did the doctor say?" 

"He seems to think that it's a hormonal imbalance, and took some tests, but he will not have the results back for over a week." 

"What does he suggest until then?"             

"He thinks I should get a sports bra for when I jog; they do ache quite a bit while I'm running." 

"I would imagine so; I'll get you two after dinner." 

"Why two?" 

"You'll need one to wear when the other is being cleaned. I'll be damned if my son will wear a dirty bra." 

"Whatever you say, Mom..." and before he could say another word, the back door swung open, and in walked his sister. 

"Well, look at that!" she sneered. "My baby brother is growing boobs.  What's happening, brother, going to Denmark?" 

"Morgana!" their mother admonished, "Pat can't help it." Turning to him, she said, "I'll go shopping for your bras after supper, honey, so help me with the table." 

"Bras!" Morgana laughed. 

"Just for when I go jogging, to keep the bouncing down," Pat replied coolly. 

Smiling, she quipped, "Whatever you say, Patti dear." Then reaching over, she flicked one of her long fingernails over his newly enlarged nipple, and walked away. 

"I've got a feeling," he muttered to himself, "that I'm going to get a lot of this. I just hope Sharon doesn't react the same way."  

Chapter Three 

True to her word, Cassy went out after supper and bought Pat two sports bras, both white and plain. Bringing him into her room, she showed him how to put them on. 

"There's two ways to put them on, dear; the easiest to start with is to wrap it around your waist, and close the clasps while they are still in front. Then pull it around and up onto your chest. After that, just put your arms through the straps." 

Pat gave it a try, feeling foolish the entire time. 

"Very good!" she exclaimed. "How does it feel?" 

"Strange, silly I guess; what is the other way?" 

"Put your arms through the straps first, and reach around and hook it in back. You'll find it faster if you get bigger there." 

"Then I hope I never have to learn!" 

Pulling his tee shirt on, Pat noticed that the bra showed through and that his chest stuck out a bit more then it did before. He was not crazy about it, but he hadn't been running as much for the last couple of days, and couldn't wait to hit the road. On his way out the door, Pat passed Morgana, who was talking on the phone. 

Through the rest of the week, Pat wore the bra only while jogging. In class, he wore loose sweaters so his new breasts hardly showed. The week went by quietly; no one seemed to notice the changes happening within him. But by Saturday, he had noticed that the bra seemed to have shrunk. 

"Hey Mom! You shouldn't have washed these in hot water, they shrank." 

"Let's see, dear," she said, reaching for the garments. "They look fine to me. Why don't you put one on, and see me in my room?" 

Donning the now tight brassiere, Pat pulled a robe over himself, and went next door to the master bedroom. Upon her examination, Cassy's eyes widened. 

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but the bra didn't shrink." 

"But if the bra didn't, then... OH NO!" 

"That's right dear, you grew out some more." Reaching into one of her dresser draws, she said, "Take that off, and try this one on, it's one of mine. If I'm right, you now wear "B" cups."  To his dismay, Pat filled it completely. 

"What am I to do?" 

"I suggest that you go back to that doctor, to see if the test results have come back yet from the lab," she replied, then paused. "I'm too busy this weekend to buy you new underwear, so just keep the one you have on, and I'll put a few others in your drawer. Run along now, I've got a lot of things to do," she said, as she turned and walked out.   

While putting his shirt back on, not only did the bra show through, but Pat couldn't button the top buttons around his now expanded chest.  Even his loosest sweater prominently displayed his new bonuses. Pulling on a nylon wind breaker and hunching over, he grabbed some bus fare and left.  

Pat needed someone to talk to about this, but his mom was too busy, and confiding in Morgana would have been a disaster. That left Sharon, his girlfriend. He'd been avoiding her that past week, hoping the problem would go away. He decided that he'd better forget his embarrassment, and see her then. Although no one said anything out loud, Pat gathered many stares from his fellow passengers on the bus. He was never sure whether it was from his chest, for Pat imagined large breasts on a boy is not something they see often, or whether it was just because he wore a sweater and a jacket on a warm day. Nevertheless, by the end of the trip, he was extremely uncomfortable.

 Once at Sharon's apartment building, Pat went straight to her place, which was on the second floor. While it had only four rooms, they were spacious.  The living room had a large picture window, the kitchen was eat-in, and the bedroom had room for Sharon's king size bed. At the top of the stairs, Pat knocked on her door. 

"Who is it?" she called through the speaker. 

"It's me, Pat," he answered.              

She swung the door open, and pulled Pat inside. "Where were you the past week, I really missed you." 

"I was kind of busy..." he started, turning from her to remove his jacket.  

"Well, you're here now," she purred, "so give me a big hug!" Pulling him around, she hugged Pat only a second before pushing him away.  "What is this I feel? Is this some sort of joke, or are you going gay on me?" she demanded. 

"Neither, Honey, honest! They just started to grow sometime last week.  No one knows why, not even the doctor. That's why I've been away; I was embarrassed to show you." 

"Now that you're here, go ahead and show me, take off that sweater, you must be boiling... oh my! ...they're as big as mine. Where did you get that bra?" 

"It's my mom's, she's letting me use it for now. I know that it looks kinda stupid." 

"No...really, it's kind of sexy..." 

"Stop kidding around."  

"I'm not...just looking at you..." Sharon took a deep breath, as a strange look came to her eyes. "Just feeling you..." as her hands cupped Pat's breasts, "...makes me WANT you, badly... NOW!" Sharon removed one of her hands from caressing his nipples, and started to stroke Pat's crotch, which reacted just as you would imagine. Then she reached over and guided one of his hands under her skirt. Boy was she hot! Her panties were soaked with her juices. "Come with me," she said, as she pulled him toward the bedroom. 

"I'm sure I will," Pat answered with a smile. He kicked off his shoes in her living room, and by the time Pat was in her bedroom, he had stepped out of his pants. Turning to face him, Sharon apprised his new look. 

"You make quite a picture, standing there," she said. "Your prick straining at the cotton of your briefs, and your nipples standing out erect against your bra. This really turns me on. This time, let's be creative, not just with you on top and me on the bottom. Get undressed, and lay next to me." Coming up close, she reached around Pat to unhook his bra, all the while rubbing his crotch with her hips. Pulling the bra around and off him, she slowly lowered herself down, dragging Pat's underpants with her, freeing his straining member.   

Wrapping her hand around Pat's swollen dick, Sharon then used it as a handle to steer him over to the bed. Then she started to undress herself, slowly, enticingly, exotically, as if she was doing a striptease without music. This drove Pat wild, (a short trip, after all that had been happening). Too soon, she was finished, lying down next to him on the bed. Pulling Pat over on to his side, back and forth she brushed his nipples with hers. The moan of pleasure that escaped Pat's lips excited her even more. Reaching down, she started to gently caress his inner thigh with her fingernails, tracing lazy patterns over Pat's scrotum and penis, never letting up on his nipples. 

Reaching toward her, Pat began to play with her bush, running his fingertips gently over her hair, and onto her lower belly. Quickly, his finger delved into her moistness to find her clit. As she arched with pleasure, Pat kissed her lips, and then worked his way down her body, placing soft kisses and nipping on her lower neck with his teeth...moving lower to her breasts. He paused there for a second, to quickly suck each nipple. Pat now progressed down her body, all the while playing with her love button.  When he reached her snatch, he planted a short kiss there, and planned to move on, but Sharon had other ideas. Her hands left his prick and chest, grabbing his hair. She forced Pat's head deeper down into her pussy. 

"Eat me!" she groaned. 

Pat tried to pull away; he never had a passion for cunnilingus, but her grip on his hair was too powerful (and painful!). 

"Do it NOW!" she commanded through her groans, "or I'll suffocate you."  Pulling his face toward her again, Pat had no choice but to start licking her vagina. To his great surprise, she tasted great, something like honey, but better! Pat renewed his ministrations with vigor, licking, kissing, and even nibbling on her clit. This drove Sharon into a frenzy.  Suddenly her hands spasmed followed by the rest of her body. A short cry escaped from her lips as she arched her back. Long seconds later, she collapsed back onto the bed, spent. Giving her a couple of moments to regain her strength, Pat started to roll on top of her. 

"Not this time, honey," she said, as she pushed him onto his back.  Mounting Pat, she slowly sat on his erect dick, sliding it smoothly into her. Up and down and around she moved, faster and faster, her hands reaching down to play with his chest. Taking each nipple, she started to pull on one and then the other, almost as if she was milking them. The caressing of Pat's breasts, and the pumping of his manhood, soon brought him to an explosive climax. Taking it all in her, she continued the movement, draining ever drop, not stopping until his limp member slid out of her. Reaching down, she kissed Pat passionately on the lips, and she whispered in his ear, "Now that's more like it, baby!" 

Both of them were sated and exhausted; they just lay next to each other, Sharon slowly caressing Pat's breasts. 

"To start with," Sharon said, "seeing you like this was disconcerting, but now that I think about it, it's ....it's so...sensual." 

"I came over today to get some advice and help. Mom's too busy to talk, and Morgana is ribbing the hell out of me. All last week, my classmates gave me strange looks, trying to figure out what was different. With my chest this size, I can't hide it now." 

"Did you see a doctor?" 

"Yea, the test results should be in today. I was kinda hoping you'd drive me over. I don't think I could take another bus trip. Please?" 

Sharon leaned over and kissed Pat on the cheek, "Sure, let's get dressed." 

While getting dressed, Pat purposely left his bra off, hoping his tits wouldn't be as noticeable. He was right; although still not completely hidden, his chest was less prominent. Unfortunately, the drawback was that the unsupported weight was uncomfortable. 

"Gee! I wish you'd wear your bra," Sharon complained, "I think it's sexy." 

The first thing Sharon did was to drive Pat to the doctor's office, where he was to hear more bad news. 

"The tests show that everything is normal, I can't understand it," the doctor told him. "Take your sweater off please; let's see how we are doing. Good Lord! They didn't stop growing!" 

"I know. I wear a size 36B bra now. Isn't there anything you can do?"  Pat pleaded. 

"The only thing left is to take a tissue sample and send that to the lab." 

"Will that hurt?" 

"No, not really, but it will ache for the rest of the day. I can do it now, if you'd like." 

"I don't mind, I just want to get well." 

"Well? You are one of the healthiest people I've ever seen. Even with that chest." Swabbing Pat's left breast with some alcohol to disinfect it, the doctor then sprayed a local anesthetic over the area, and all sensations from that breast disappeared. Using a hollow probe, he removed a plug of flesh about the size of a piece of pencil lead, an eighth of an inch long. 

"Didn't feel a thing, Doc," Pat commented, as he put a Band-Aid over the puncture. 

"You will when the spray wears off. We should have some news in about a week. Stop back then." 

Pulling his sweater on, Pat only felt his right breast; talk about bizarre! And he had thought he felt strange with both breasts, but now he felt ...lopsided, like he'd only grown one. It was NOT comforting. 

As they got to the college, even though it was only a five minute drive, the anesthesia was starting to wear off. The pain was like that of a fresh bruise, but the weight of the breast compounded it. 

Pat's advisor's office was on the second floor. The bouncing caused by climbing stairs was quite painful. At the second landing, off to one side, was a door with a sign on it. Mrs. Kern, his advisor, was in. 

"Hi Pat! How's it going?" she asked, when they were inside. 

"Lousy! Mrs. Kern, I've got a problem that I need your help with." 

"Which is?"     

"This," Pat answered, as he sat up straight, thrusting out his new charms. 

"What's this all about!" she demanded. 

Once more, he explained the whole story, including what had just transpired in the doctor's office. "So you see," he concluded, "I can't show myself in class anymore. What can I do? I'm going to graduate this semester." 

"Luckily, there's only two weeks of classes left," she said in consolation. "I can arrange for some tutors, if you think you need any, but I don't believe you do. I think I can set it up so you can take your final exams away from everybody else, too. Graduation exercise...well, that's something else. We'll have to wait and see what happens." 

Hearing the semi-good news, Pat breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel a sharp pain from his left breast. 

"What's the matter, Pat?" 

"The anesthesia wore off on the way over here, and it's starting to hurt from the unsupported weight." 

"What can you do about it?" 

At that moment, Sharon decided to speak. "I brought your bra, if you want it now, Pat?" 

"If the pain is that bad, I think you should!" Mrs. Kern added. 

"Maybe just until the pain stops, it should give me some support. I'll put it on in the car." 

"If you're hurting, put it on now," his advisor volunteered. "Don't be shy, I'm a woman remember, I've seen breasts before." So with everybody watching, Pat removed his sweater, and freed his chest. 

"My! They are pretty, aren't they?" 

"I like them," added Sharon. 

"I notice that your nipples look a bit red," Mrs. Kern observed. "If you're going to wear a sweater or rough shirt, you should get a camisole." 

"A what?" 

"It's like the top half of a slip; it'll protect your soft breasts like a silken undershirt." 

"I hope to be rid of these as soon as possible." 

"Suit yourself, but keep it in mind. It might help." Pulling on his sweater again, Pat once again noticed how prominent his chest became when he wore a bra. 

"We have to be going now, Mrs. Kern. Thanks for everything." 

"Stop back in, about a week from Wednesday, and we'll see about Graduation." 

"O.K." 

Chapter Four  

The week that Pat stayed at home was quiet. He spent most of the time studying for his final exams and a lot of time helping his Mom with the housework. Before this had happened to him, he did very little housekeeping, but his Mom insisted that since he wasn't in class, Pat could give her a hand. First it was just the dishes and setting the table, then straightening the rooms, and vacuuming the carpets. It expanded to Pat even doing the laundry and ironing! Pat thought he bore up stoically, but Morgana kept teasing him about making some lucky man a good wife. ...groan... 

By midweek, Pat knew that his ordeal was not over yet. The bras he had been using when he went running were getting tight. A genius Pat wasn't, but his mother didn't raise any dummies! By Thursday, Pat knew for sure, his chest was still growing! 

"Good God, when will it end, when I'm tripping over them?" he thought ruefully. The breasts had continued to grow, and the muscle ache that he first felt only when he was running, Pat felt all the time. He started to get back pains from the unaccustomed weight on his chest. 

He had been having trouble sleeping in the past few weeks, but by now it had gotten worse. Pat would end up turning over too quickly, and wake up from the pain resulting from crushing his newly sensitive nipples. He couldn't find a comfortable position to fall asleep in. Sleeping on his stomach, cuddling his pillow, was just not an option. 

"I guess I'd better learn to sleep on my back, as I understand girls do. It's just that waking to the sight of my breasts pushing the sheets up has been very disturbing," he mused that night. 

By Friday morning, none of his sport shirts fit anymore. Pat couldn't close the buttons over his chest. Most of his sweaters were stretched in the chest, until they were almost busting (if you'll pardon the expression). Although his appointment with the doctor wasn't until next week, Pat decided to go early. 

The bus ride over was pure hell, even though the bus was almost empty.  There were two elderly ladies seated behind him who were outraged.   

"Shameless!" one said. 

"It certainly is," agreed the other. "Not only is she wearing boy's clothes, but to not wear a brassiere with a chest that size! What are today's girls thinking of!" They went on and on for the whole trip. 

The nurse at the office smiled when she saw Pat's condition, and without a word, escorted him straight into the doctor's office. Needless to say, the doctor was stunned to see the added growth. 

"There's nothing I can do for you, until the test results come back.  I do have some suggestions to relieve some of the ache, thought. The description of the pain you've been having is typical of large breasted women. It stems from not being used to having such a heavy load on the chest without support. I take it that you only wear your bras while running?" Pat nodded. "I thought so! Unless you start to wear some sort of bra all the time, the pain will only worsen. Although they stand firm now, your breasts will start to sag. I'm not up on bra sizes; let me call my nurse in." 

Moments later, the nurse was measuring Pat around the chest. "Looks like 36C to me, my daughter would kill for a chest like that. You should feel proud." 

"If you can figure out how to take them, she can have them! It's not pride I feel, but embarrassment." 

While this was going on, the doctor was in the corner quietly talking on the phone. He looked up, and said, "I've just informed your mother about this new situation. She says that she'll take care of it at home." 

"What did you call her for?" 

"Well, young... (Pause) ...man, I had the feeling that you wouldn't tell her about your need for a full time bra. Instead, you'd continue the way you are, and ruin those beautiful tits of yours. You may be a boy, but they are too perfect to just blow off because you don't want them. On top of all that, she's the one who will be paying the bill, or am I wrong?" 

"No, she'll be the one paying." 

"I thought so; now, get some bras, and wear them all the time. That's a medical order! If you show up here without one on, you'll be sorry! Do you understand?...good! Now, I've got sick patients to see, next time make an appointment!" And with that, he walked out.   

End of Part One

 

 

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