“You’ve got to be joking right?” Tammy said and Ian chanted away in front of her.
“Fuck… whatever.” She said and started to walk way, or at least she tried to. Instead she remained steadfastly in place.
“What the fuck!?!” she shouted out, then looked around to see if anyone was nearby that could help her.
“Hey! Help! Help!” she cried out but Ian just continued to chant until she saw a glow form around him, even with the bright daylight.
“You bastard! What are you doing… just because I turned you down doesn’t give you the right…” she shouted but then her lips stopped moving and she felt something shift inside of her mind.
“Ian, honey, don’t you think this is a little silly?” Tammy asked with her hand on her hip and her tits pushed out under her sweater.
Even after ten years of marriage she couldn’t beleive she’d ever said no to him when he’d first asked her out!
The details of what had changed were still kinda fuzzy to Tammy, but the absolute joy in being Ian’s trophy wife made that just fine with her.
It was why she’d gotten her tits done for the second anniversary, and spent all that time in the gym keeping herself it tip top condition.
It was also why she watched all that porn so she could learn to perform whatever he might want in the bedroom.
Tonight little game seemed to be “Ian the Wizard”, which she kinda found funny, but also not. She’d rather of just gotten between his legs and sucked his “wand” if that was the game he wanted to play, this chanting and flailing around with his hands seemed… well, silly.
Then it wasn’t so silly, as a glow formed around him and she felt some kind of power come over her.
“Yeah, it’s time to move on you know?” Ian said as the man looked over at Tammy with a critical eye.
“Are the tits part of the spell?” he asked.
“Nah, good old fashioned silicone.” Ian replied.
The man frowned, “Well, I guess they can be taken care of if the new owner doesn’t like silicone.” he replied with a rub of his chin.
“Oh yeah, completely. I can give you the name of the surgeon and he can pop those suckers out in a minute. Then just a quick healing spell and she’ll be back to her c cups in no time.”
“She looks like she has a few miles on her…” the man said.
“Well, I had her a my wife for over a decade. The last few years she’s been working in a strip club, hence the current look. I just couldn’t give her up at the time.” Ian replied with a shrug.
“Yeah, that’s pretty common on these personalized jobs. You did the work yourself?”
“Yep.”
“Not bad, the weaves are holding firm, and they’re only as complex as they need to be. You wouldn’t believe the kinds of shoby spells I see in this business.”
“I’m sure. So… the agreed amount?”
“Yeah, I can do that.”
“Great!” Ian replied, “Do you want me to reweave the spell to you?”
“Nah, I’ve got it.” the man replied and then spun his finger around in the air for a moment and Ian watched in amazement as the spell he’d cast all those years ago twisted and reformed.
“That’s amazing!” Ian exclaimed in shock at how easily the man made the changes.
“Thanks, been doing this a long time. You’ll learn to get better in another century or two.”
Ian nodded and whistled, “Don’t know if I’ll ever get that good.” he replied and then extended his hand.
The other man shook it and Ian left the room, leaving Tammy and the man alone.
