Jezebel is worried about here second date with Jake, but she should have listened to the advice of her sister. No magic. That spell book she has contains some horny spells and she is in for it now. (This story is only on my Patreon All-Access tier and contains breast and ass expansion, possession, mini giantess growth, dominate female and sexual scenes.)
As she slammed the book down on the coffee table, a massive cloud of dust flew into the air. “Ughh.” Jezebel waved her hand about. “It seems no one has used this in quite a while.” She opened the book and began to search through the musty pages. “Let’s see. Love spell.” She shook her head. “I don’t want someone to be my slave. I want to fall in love, not have someone following me around like a puppy. Hmmm, no growth spells. Why is there so much magic about dominating people? Ahh, here we are. Beautification. This should be easy.” She narrowed her eyes. “If love is what you seek but faith in your body you lack, then do not worry. There is one who can help. Your life will become more luxurious and beautiful. You will become more fun and outgoing. You will become mine!”
Jezebel felt a shiver go down her spine as she suddenly couldn’t take her hand away from the book. “Ughhhh!” She closed her eyes. “I don’t think this is part of the. . . ohhhhhh!” Her voice suddenly raised in pitch. “What the fuck is happening to me.”
She then fell onto her ass and blinked her eyes. “Huh?” As she looked around her apartment, Jezebel could only notice that the spell hadn’t done a damn thing. “What the fucking hell!” She jumped to her feet. “My first time trying a spell, and it’s all flare and no action?” She looked herself over. “I still look and feel as bland as ever.” She looked at the clock. “And I don’t have time to try anything else. I have to go, or I will be late for our picnic.” She gulped and turned around, rushing to grab her car keys. “I should have tried this sooner so I could have found a better spell. Either that or gone with the fucking giantess spell.”
Yet as she rushed out of the apartment, the book on the table flashed again, the words lighting up again. One word, in particular, Jezebel had failed to read as she had quickly glanced over. Possession.