Accidental Enchantments (w/ Corybantic)

Waking up this morning had been filled with awkward realizations for Aura Carver. The fifteen year old had gone to sleep the night before after reading what she assumed was a journal written by a woman named Destiny James and talking about different spells. She had laughed of course; no one would ever believe magic was real. Still, simply because she was proving herself a point when she saw one that spoke of changing a life, she couldn’t understand the language but she had read it as best as she could, unaware that in truth she had in fact enacted a spell but her mispronunciations had caused it to go awry. Aura wasn’t going to learn about that for some time.

What she did learn was that when she woke, she felt as though she was constricted by a boa with how tight her nightgown was. When she opened her eyes to figure out what was going on, they widened when she glanced down and saw that gone was the flat chest that she despised so much. In the place of her flat chest were large ample breasts that she couldn’t have even guessed at the size of.

Disbelieving, she pinched herself certain it was a dream but realizing with the pain that it was real had her clamoring out of bed and getting up to look in the tall mirror in her room. “What?”

Not only had her breasts changed but her figure had taken on something one would only have seen from perfect models, no more bony hips, no more flat ass. She had a tone ass now, slender hips, toned and shapely thighs. Her hair had more volume to it; it didn’t appear to be flat and lifeless anymore. Her nails which she usually bit because of nerves were long tapered and looked so healthy she had to look twice. None of this made any sense to her.

She showered and realized she had a huge problem when she was trying to figure out something to wear; she had no bra’s that would fit her. Worse yet she couldn’t take the time to go to the store until after school to get one, she had school and then an hour after school she was babysitting a couple blocks from her house, so in between she might be able to buy one. So after almost half an hour of searching she found that the only shirts she could wear were a tossup between four but she was also afraid that she might at some point rip them since they were not made for her bust size. She ended up going with an overly tight black stretch t-shirt that dipped lower than she would have liked. Before her bust it wouldn’t have dipped at all. Instead, now without a bra her nipples could be seen clearly through the fabric and their fullness seemed to scream to be touched. Thankfully finding something to wear on her lower body was a little less problematic, though her panties had to be left behind because none fit now that her ass wasn’t flat and her hips weren’t bony. Still, she managed to find a wrap around skirt that fell to mid thigh.

At least there was one positive note when she went to put on her shoe she found her feet hadn’t changed that was something. Aura skipped past her dad, kissing his cheek, called out a good morning to her brother and grabbed her bag on the way out the door. She barely made it to the bus stop and got on the bus, the looks she started receiving had her ducking her head and blushing. Aura wasn’t the center of attention type, she was a nerd. She even had the glasses and good grades to prove it. So, as her day went on and she noticed that more and more men seemed to be looking at her, she felt completely taken aback. It was stranger when a few of the boys just before the end of school even came up and asked her out.

Aura had stammered that she had to go, raced to the bus and rode back to her neighborhood perplexed. Half an hour later she was shaking her head when she walked out of the shop with two new bra and panty sets, though she knew she would need more. It turned out she had gone from having a flat chest to having D cups. To top it off as she had been waiting in line to pay, she had felt a hand rubbing her ass and as she finished starting to leave another hand cupped one of her breasts.

Aura had quickly fled the store, trying to ignore all the looks. When she got to her babysitting job, she smiled and assured her charge’s father and the two would be fine and watched him go. Hours later, she had been so distracted by the precious little girl that she had managed to slip on a pair of her new panties but when she tried to add the bra to the top it had looked worse so had no bra on.

The little girl was asleep; Aura was reading one of her favorite fantasy authors, reading about elves and dragons completely unaware that as she lounged on the couch, a very powerful scent that affects males was filling the entire house. In fact, the fifteen year old was unaware that this scent created by the release of pheromones was causing all the strange looks and things that happened or that there was more to come.

No, the virgin teen had no idea the strangeness was just beginning.

As Paul walked up the path to his front door, alone, he reflected that it had almost been a perfect date. She had looked fantastic, he had hit the right jokes, made her laugh, the restaurant had been great. But somehow he still ended up here, home, alone. It always seemed to go downhill right after he mentioned that he had to get home because of the babysitter. And there was that stupid saying that women loved a man who was a good father. Apparently not the women who dated him! Huh! Well, he'd give it a couple more dates, Paul thought as he unlocked the door, before pulling the plug on this....

He was distracted by a strange scent that wafted out of the house as he opened the door. Blinking, he figured it must have been the babysitter finding some of his ex-wife's incense or something, although he didn't recognize the particular bouquet. He shrugged, and went in. Coming into the lounge, he found Aura, sitting quietly with a door open to his baby's room, no doubt to make sure that if the baby made even the smallest peep she would be able to hear it and attend to the infant's need. Aura. He looked at the girl, and she looked up at him, smiling a welcome. Smiling at him. He took a deep breath, and noticed again the heady aroma that seemed to be all around the house. She really had filled out quite nicely, blossoming seemingly overnight. And the way she smiled at him, he just knew that she ached for him to make her a woman. She needed him. Even if she wouldn't, couldn't admit it, that girl, with the body of a model and all the innocence in the world was just waiting there for him. She understood what sacrifices he made. And she yearned for him. His eyes travelled hungrily down her body. Look at how she shifted under his gaze. She knew how much he needed a good screw. Such a good girl.

Several complex emotions passed over Paul's face as the pheromones worked their way through his mind, but finally they settled on a wickedly predatory smile, and he advanced on Aura, putting a finger to his lips and reaching down to stroke her hair with one hand while the other reached for his belt.

When Aura heard the key turning in the front door lock, she knew that Paul was returning home. Her focus still on her book, she was reading through the current paragraph and by the time Paul was in the room she had finished. She reached for her bookmark and placed it to hold her spot in the novel before setting the book down and smiling in welcome at her boss. “How was your date?” She asked the question in almost a whispered tone, making sure she didn’t get to loud and risk waking Paul’s daughter.

Slowly, her smile faded and she found herself shifting uncomfortably at the expression she saw on his face. It made her think about how others had been looking at her through the day. When he put a finger to his lips, her brows furrowed but the way he advanced toward her, she shivered suddenly feeling like he was a predator and she was the prey. She had no idea what was going through his mind or what her spell was in fact doing to the man.

When his hand stroked through her hair and she watched the other go for his belt, she drew back away from him, unfortunately having nowhere to really go with the couch back keeping her trapped as she questioned softly, keeping her voice low as she was afraid to wake his daughter, “What are you doing, Paul?” She glanced around and drew her feet up onto the couch, attempting to move sideways on the couch to get away from him in hopes that he would just let her go.

His hand simply changed from stroking her hair to grabbing a handful of the voluminous locks. His pants now loosened, fell to his thighs, revealing his blue and black patterned boxers to view. Here was the perfect way to end a bad date, he thought as he took another deep breath of the powerful incense and immediately began to show his arousal, tenting the fabric of his undershorts. He rolled his wrist around, pulling the hair on Aura's head, too painful for her to pull away, although this didn't seem to register with Paul, or if it did, it certainly didn't seem to bother him.

One thing did bother him, though. "Shush, don't be so loud, Aura" he said, calmly, "You'll wake the baby. Quiet now, girly. Quiet now. Shh" he hushed as he pushed down the waistband of his underwear, freeing his cock. The gentle, reassuring tone of his voice was drastically undercut by the intense, hungry cast to his face, especially his eyes. He grabbed Aura's chin with no small amount of force, using his leverage to forc her face closer and closer to his hardon.

Aura couldn’t stop the cry of pain that fell from her lips when the hand in her hair became rough and painful, her eyes filled with tears that streamed down her cheeks as she lifted her on hand trying to get his fingers loose from her hair. “Stop it, Paul. You’re hurting me.” She whimpered, her voice still low but breaking on a soft sob. This was not the man she had worked for over the last several months, she had no idea what had gotten into him. Her eyes were wide when he freed his erection and she winced again when his other hand grabbed her chin forcing her closer to his erection.

“No, stop this…” Even while she struggled with one hand to release his from her hair, the other hand tried to loosen his grip on her chin so she could draw away. “You’re hurting me, Paul. Please stop.” She didn’t want his thing anywhere near her, she wanted him to let her go and she wanted to go back home. As her tears fell, she continued to struggle though tried desperately to keep quiet enough not to wake his daughter. The pain though wasn’t making it easy, she was sure to have bruises from where his fingers gripped her chin.

“Just let me go and we will forget this ever happened.” She pleaded softly, trying to get through to him though she knew once she was free she was never coming back to his house.