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Catherine walked out of the restaurant, feeling sorry for herself. She thought that her pretty hair and face would be enough to secure her a job, but alas, she had been turned away. She knew it was probably because of her figure, or lack thereof. Most of her friends already worked there and she was the only one in her clique who didn't have big boobs.

Fortunately, Catherine was a witch. However, there were limitations to her magic. She couldn't just conjure bigger boobs out of thin air, as the mass had to come from somewhere. She thought she might be able to simply steal someone else's, but she needed a willing subject or the magic wouldn't work. She figured that her only option if she wanted to get this job was to find a girl who had big boobs and would be willing to part with them.

That was when she noticed another woman nearby. She was sitting on the curb with her face in her hands, sobbing. Catherine walked over to her, plopped down onto the curb, and touched the girl on the shoulder. "What's wrong, sweetie?," she asked. The woman immediately bombarded Catherine with a slurred, nearly incomprehensible mess of grievances. She was upset because she had tried to get a job, but had been turned away because of the acne on her face. She was struggling financially as her family had abandoned her and no other job in town would take her. As the woman prattled on, Catherine couldn't help but notice that she had a perfect body for the job they both wanted. Her boobs were enormous. It would be easy to take some of their mass and they would still be pretty big. It was perfect. Catherine started to visualize the effects of the spell in her head, getting a bit giddy with anticipation.

"I think we can help each other," Catherine said. "What's your name?" The woman finally turned to reveal her face. The acne was indeed really bad. "Katherine. With a K," the woman said. "How about that? I'm Catherine with a C. So you said you can't get hired because of your acne?" Katherine nodded. "Well, I can help you to get rid of your acne for good. It'll never be a problem again," Catherine suggested. Katherine's eyes went wide. "Please, I'll do anything!" "Alright. I need your boobs. Not your whole boobs, just enough to give myself some cleavage. You can keep the rest." "What do you mean? Like a transplant?" "Nah, easier than that. It's like a magic trick. You just have to hold my hand for a minute and when we're done, you'll have clear skin and your boobs will be a little smaller. Deal?"

Katherine didn't hesitate for a second. She grabbed Catherine's left hand with a painfully tight grip, startling her. As Catherine had been subconsciously been preparing herself to perform the spell, the surprise shocked her into accidentally beginning it far too quickly. The two women's hands melded together into one blended flesh, their forearms merging into one. Panicking, Catherine tried to focus on the essential goals of the spell. Big boobs, pretty face. Big boobs, pretty face...

In the end, the result they got wasn't what either of them expected, but it's worked out better for them than what was intended ever could have.

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Catherine walked out of the restaurant, feeling sorry for herself. She thought that her pretty hair and face would be enough to secure her a job, but alas, she had been turned away. She knew it was probably because of her figure, or lack thereof. Most of her friends already worked there and she was the only one in her clique who didn't have big boobs.

Fortunately, Catherine was a witch. However, there were limitations to her magic. She couldn't just conjure bigger boobs out of thin air, as the mass had to come from somewhere. She thought she might be able to simply steal someone else's, but she needed a willing subject or the magic wouldn't work. She figured that her only option if she wanted to get this job was to find a girl who had big boobs and would be willing to part with them.

That was when she noticed another woman nearby. She was sitting on the curb with her face in her hands, sobbing. Catherine walked over to her, plopped down onto the curb, and touched the girl on the shoulder. "What's wrong, sweetie?," she asked. The woman immediately bombarded Catherine with a slurred, nearly incomprehensible mess of grievances. She was upset because she had tried to get a job, but had been turned away because of the acne on her face. She was struggling financially as her family had abandoned her and no other job in town would take her. As the woman prattled on, Catherine couldn't help but notice that she had a perfect body for the job they both wanted. Her boobs were enormous. It would be easy to take some of their mass and they would still be pretty big. It was perfect. Catherine started to visualize the effects of the spell in her head, getting a bit giddy with anticipation.

"I think we can help each other," Catherine said. "What's your name?" The woman finally turned to reveal her face. The acne was indeed really bad. "Katherine. With a K," the woman said. "How about that? I'm Catherine with a C. So you said you can't get hired because of your acne?" Katherine nodded. "Well, I can help you to get rid of your acne for good. It'll never be a problem again," Catherine suggested. Katherine's eyes went wide. "Please, I'll do anything!" "Alright. I need your boobs. Not your whole boobs, just enough to give myself some cleavage. You can keep the rest." "What do you mean? Like a transplant?" "Nah, easier than that. It's like a magic trick. You just have to hold my hand for a minute and when we're done, you'll have clear skin and your boobs will be a little smaller. Deal?"

Katherine didn't hesitate for a second. She grabbed Catherine's left hand with a painfully tight grip, startling her. As Catherine had been subconsciously been preparing herself to perform the spell, the surprise shocked her into accidentally beginning it far too quickly. The two women's hands melded together into one blended flesh, their forearms merging into one. Panicking, Catherine tried to focus on the essential goals of the spell. Big boobs, pretty face. Big boobs, pretty face...

In the end, the result they got wasn't what either of them expected, but it's worked out better for them than what was intended ever could have.