Martha's magic

chapter 5

Martha awoke with a start. It was light. Early morning.

She shifted up the bed. No difference. Maybe her body had adapted to extra weight. She looked down. Still locked in the corset. Still slim.

How….did I sleep through it? she wondered.

‘Work for youuuu’, called the sun.

Shit. She swung her legs out of bed, threw her work clothes on and headed out, angry that she’d failed to even make a spell to please herself.
When she got there, she realised that she hadn’t taken the corset off. It was hugging around her in a satisfying way though, so she didn’t mind.

Flight training class commenced. The students lined up in front of her and watched as she instructed them on how to board the broomstick safely and bring it into the right position for take off.

As she lifted her feet up, she heard a creak. She should really have got the broom serviced last week, she thought. Lifting up a few metres into the air, she felt something pull around her waist. Looking down, she saw her tunic pressing out. Oh shit. She gripped tightly onto the broom, alarmed as her fingers swelled into pudgy sausages right into the front of her eyes. She had to get down and fast. All of her students were there, staring up at her. The broom creaked underneath her as her expanding thighs struggled to keep a balance on it.

Ping! Ping! Ping! The corset underneath her tunic gave way, freeing the mass of her stomach. Nothing could stop it bursting the seams of her tunic and flopping over the sides of the broomstick.

The students screamed and cheered. She heard shouts. ‘Miss is huge!’, ‘Maybe she was fat all along?’, ‘She tricked us!’, “I’ve never seen...such...a lard-arsed witch’

C-r-r-r-eee-eee-k...Martha felt herself dropping down rapidly….Snap!

The broom couldn’t withstand 210lbs and Martha was tipping it at that.

She landed with a thud on the ground, her new softness bouncing. Was that a shiver of delight...no...surely not, she thought.

The students jeered as the caretaker ran across the field. He tugged at her.

‘Err...I need back up…’

All the students fled into the building, giggling as they turned back to ogle Martha.

‘It’s okay’, she said, ‘I can get myself indoors.’

‘You sure?’, he asked.

She nodded.

‘What...um..happened? Was it one of them?’, he said, in a low voice.

‘No! No...I just got a spell a bit..wrong.’
‘Oh.
Okay.’ The caretaker moved to open the nearest door as Martha crawled towards it. He was a middle-aged man with a little tummy of his own hiding beneath his cloak and a raging hard-on hiding underneath that too.

Slowly, she made it inside.

‘Miss Martha! Is that really you! Good grief! You’re….you’re...well...’, cried the Governess.

‘Sorry’, said Martha, more concerned about her nudity than her weight gain transformation at this point.

‘You’re lucky, I have an antidote recipe for this sort of thing.’

Martha’s heart sank. She was looking forward to having a few hours to play around while being a wide-load. She’d moved herself around to sitting cross legged, relieved that her belly rolled out enough to cover her modesty. It was so buttery soft and flabby. She wanted to jiggle it….no…

‘Mr Smith here will take you to the admin department after I’ve worked on you. Yes, that’s right. This means demotion.’

After a painful hour in the Governess’s office, Martha had shrunk back down to the size she used to be. She’d been given a two piece skirt suit to cover up for the rest of the day. Mr Smith was waiting for her outside the office door.

‘Hi.’

‘Hi.’ She blushed. He was an attractive man. She liked his sleek black hair and piercing green eyes. He was quite tall too. But he’d seen her swollen and naked. Not a good start.

‘Hey! You ready for admin?’

‘Um...urgh..no..well...I guess so’, she smoothed down her skirt, ‘they all saw didn’t they?’

“Oh, yeah’, he couldn’t hide a grin,’they did. But some people like that.’

She turned her head to look at him fast. He winked.