The spellbook lay open on the coffee table, its pages filled with cryptic symbols and swirling ink that seemed to move on its own. This has to work, Elise thought, her fingers tracing the incantation she’d just recited. She wasn’t the best at magic—honestly, most of her attempts ended in minor disasters—but this one seemed simple enough. She’d wanted a way to make her clothes fit better, to avoid the endless cycle of shopping for new outfits every time she gained or lost a few pounds. And so, she’d cast the spell: “Clothing, reshape, embrace my form, and never distort.”The air hummed with energy, and for a moment, she felt a strange warmth ripple through her body. She glanced down at herself, half-expecting her baggy sweatshirt to shrink or her jeans to magically tighten. But nothing happened. At least, not yet.Curious, Elise stood and walked to her closet, pulling out a pair of jeans she hadn’t worn in months—too tight, too unforgiving. She slid them on, and to her delight, they fit perfectly. Holy shit, it worked! She laughed, twirling in front of the mirror. The spell wasn’t just reshaping the clothes; it was adapting her body to fit them. She tried on a few more things—a snug t-shirt, a dress she’d bought on a whim and never worn—and each one hugged her frame as if it had been tailored just for her.But then she noticed something odd. Her chest felt… different. She wasn’t exactly flat, but she’d always been on the smaller side. Now, when she glanced down, her breasts seemed fuller, perkier. Was that part of the spell? She pressed her hands against them, feeling the soft warmth beneath her palms. It had to be. The magic wasn’t just adapting her body to fit the clothes—it was adapting her body to fit the idea of the clothes.A mischievous grin spread across her face. If the spell could do this, what would happen if she tried on something… bigger?Her roommate, Jess, was out for a run, as usual. Jess was everything Elise wasn’t—athletic, confident, and, well, stacked. The kind of woman who could fill out a sports bra like it was nothing. Elise had always been a little envious of her, though she’d never admit it. Now, her eyes darted to Jess’s dresser, where a pile of neatly folded workout clothes sat waiting.She hesitated for only a moment before grabbing one of Jess’s sports bras. It was black, with a faint sheen of sweat still clinging to the fabric from that morning’s run. This is crazy, Elise thought, her heart racing. But she couldn’t resist. She slipped it on, adjusting the straps until it fit snugly against her skin.At first, nothing happened. Then, slowly, she felt it—a warmth spreading through her chest, a tingling sensation that made her breath catch. Her breasts began to swell, pushing against the tight fabric until it felt like they might burst free. She gasped, her hands flying to her chest as she watched in the mirror, transfixed. Her body was changing, transforming to fit the bra, and it was the most thrilling thing she’d ever experienced.Her nipples hardened, pressing against the fabric as her breasts grew larger, rounder, more voluptuous. She could feel the weight of them, the way they bounced slightly as she moved. Oh my god, this is insane. But it wasn’t just her body. Something was happening to her mind, too. A wave of energy surged through her, making her feel more alive, more vibrant. She suddenly wanted to move, to run, to push her body to its limits.Elise caught her reflection in the mirror and froze. She looked… different. Her hair seemed glossier, her skin more radiant. And her face—she looked hotter, sexier, like she’d just stepped out of a fitness magazine. The bra clung to her curves, accentuating her new figure in a way that made her cheeks flush with heat. She ran her hands over her body, marveling at the changes. Her legs felt more muscular, her abs more toned and her arms more defined.Her breath quickened as she sank onto the edge of the bed, her hands wandering lower. She could feel the heat between her legs, the need building inside her. She’d never felt like this before—so confident, so horny. It was as if the bra had unlocked something in her, a part of herself she hadn’t even known existed.She slipped her fingers inside her panties, gasping at the wetness she found there. Her clit throbbed as she rubbed it, her hips rocking against her hand. The sensations were overwhelming—every touch felt magnified, every movement more intense. “Oh fuck,” she whispered, her voice husky. She could feel herself getting close, the pressure building with every stroke. Her breasts bounced with the rhythm of her hand, the bra stretching to accommodate her new size. She’d never felt so alive, so naughty.And then, just as she was about to tip over the edge, she heard the front door open. Her heart skipped a beat. Jess was home. Elise froze, her hand still between her legs, her body trembling with pent-up desire. She should stop, she knew she should, but the thought of Jess walking in on her, seeing her like this… it only made her want it more.

Elise tried a spell from her spellbook to make her clothes fit better, but it ended up reshaping her body to match the clothes instead. Curious, she tried on her roommate Jess’s sports bra, causing her body, and even her mindset, to transform dramatically to match Jess’s athletic build. As she explored her new form, Jess returned home, catching Elise in a compromising moment of self-discovery.

The spellbook lay open on the coffee table, its pages filled with cryptic symbols and swirling ink that seemed to move on its own. This has to work, Elise thought, her fingers tracing the incantation she’d just recited. She wasn’t the best at magic—honestly, most of her attempts ended in minor disasters—but this one seemed simple enough. She’d wanted a way to make her clothes fit better, to avoid the endless cycle of shopping for new outfits every time she gained or lost a few pounds. And so, she’d cast the spell: “Clothing, reshape, embrace my form, and never distort.”

The air hummed with energy, and for a moment, she felt a strange warmth ripple through her body. She glanced down at herself, half-expecting her baggy sweatshirt to shrink or her jeans to magically tighten. But nothing happened. At least, not yet.

Curious, Elise stood and walked to her closet, pulling out a pair of jeans she hadn’t worn in months—too tight, too unforgiving. She slid them on, and to her delight, they fit perfectly. Holy shit, it worked! She laughed, twirling in front of the mirror. The spell wasn’t just reshaping the clothes; it was adapting her body to fit them. She tried on a few more things—a snug t-shirt, a dress she’d bought on a whim and never worn—and each one hugged her frame as if it had been tailored just for her.

But then she noticed something odd. Her chest felt… different. She wasn’t exactly flat, but she’d always been on the smaller side. Now, when she glanced down, her breasts seemed fuller, perkier. Was that part of the spell? She pressed her hands against them, feeling the soft warmth beneath her palms. It had to be. The magic wasn’t just adapting her body to fit the clothes—it was adapting her body to fit the idea of the clothes.

A mischievous grin spread across her face. If the spell could do this, what would happen if she tried on something… bigger?

Her roommate, Jess, was out for a run, as usual. Jess was everything Elise wasn’t—athletic, confident, and, well, stacked. The kind of woman who could fill out a sports bra like it was nothing. Elise had always been a little envious of her, though she’d never admit it. Now, her eyes darted to Jess’s dresser, where a pile of neatly folded workout clothes sat waiting.

She hesitated for only a moment before grabbing one of Jess’s sports bras. It was black, with a faint sheen of sweat still clinging to the fabric from that morning’s run. This is crazy, Elise thought, her heart racing. But she couldn’t resist. She slipped it on, adjusting the straps until it fit snugly against her skin.

At first, nothing happened. Then, slowly, she felt it—a warmth spreading through her chest, a tingling sensation that made her breath catch. Her breasts began to swell, pushing against the tight fabric until it felt like they might burst free. She gasped, her hands flying to her chest as she watched in the mirror, transfixed. Her body was changing, transforming to fit the bra, and it was the most thrilling thing she’d ever experienced.

Her nipples hardened, pressing against the fabric as her breasts grew larger, rounder, more voluptuous. She could feel the weight of them, the way they bounced slightly as she moved. Oh my god, this is insane. But it wasn’t just her body. Something was happening to her mind, too. A wave of energy surged through her, making her feel more alive, more vibrant. She suddenly wanted to move, to run, to push her body to its limits.

Elise caught her reflection in the mirror and froze. She looked… different. Her hair seemed glossier, her skin more radiant. And her face—she looked hotter, sexier, like she’d just stepped out of a fitness magazine. The bra clung to her curves, accentuating her new figure in a way that made her cheeks flush with heat. She ran her hands over her body, marveling at the changes. Her legs felt more muscular, her abs more toned and her arms more defined.

Her breath quickened as she sank onto the edge of the bed, her hands wandering lower. She could feel the heat between her legs, the need building inside her. She’d never felt like this before—so confident, so horny. It was as if the bra had unlocked something in her, a part of herself she hadn’t even known existed.

She slipped her fingers inside her panties, gasping at the wetness she found there. Her clit throbbed as she rubbed it, her hips rocking against her hand. The sensations were overwhelming—every touch felt magnified, every movement more intense. 

“Oh fuck,” she whispered, her voice husky. She could feel herself getting close, the pressure building with every stroke. Her breasts bounced with the rhythm of her hand, the bra stretching to accommodate her new size. She’d never felt so alive, so naughty.

And then, just as she was about to tip over the edge, she heard the front door open. Her heart skipped a beat. Jess was home. Elise froze, her hand still between her legs, her body trembling with pent-up desire. She should stop, she knew she should, but the thought of Jess walking in on her, seeing her like this… it only made her want it more.

A witch casts a spell on herself, not realising that she will change to fit the clothes not vice versa. Leading to huge personality changes and giving in to her new desires

Becoming the clothes she wears

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