Inflated by the Magician

By Ivy Maxwell

A Breast Expansion Story.

I can have any guy I want. Lately though, that doesn’t feel like enough. I find myself wanting something more. I want to... be more.

I’m a vet receptionist. All manner of men walk through our doors with their sick puppies and kitties. They see me and fall under my spell. I’m hot and curvy and young—they can’t really help themselves, right? I take them home and we have a sizzling good time.

That’s the way my life is. I live for the sexual variety, the unexpected experiences in bed, the feeling of being desired by everyone who lays eyes on me. And yet, I find myself growing bored by it all.

Then, one day, the magician appears in my clinic. He’s suave and unassuming, dazzling and charming me with his tricks. He resists my seduction, but eventually I win out. We make plans to sleep together.

Little do I know that there’s magic in the world that will make my wildest dreams come true. Somehow the magician knows exactly what I want—swelling breasts, expanding rump, irresistible body—and he has the ability to give it to me.

I’m going to be inflated by the magician.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ivy Maxwell
• Release date: Mar 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463115282

Ivy Maxwell

In her teens, Ivy Maxwell stayed up late watching Dragon Ball Z--the transformation scenes left a vivid impression on her psyche and desires that has persisted to this very day. By day she's a mild-mannered teacher raising respectable young citizens--by night, she drops all pretense and lets loose by writing romantic erotica. Ivy's stories feature breast expansion, female muscle growth, giantessism, body growth, succubi, bimbofication, hucow transformation, and a big dose of fun, adventure, and sexy hot intrigue.

Book preview

Inflated by the Magician

There are two things I know for certain about life :

1. Guys like curves.

2. Guys like my curves.

My tits. My ass. My hourglass figure that looks like it was born for telling time.

Everything else follows.

I mean, what do you expect? I work at a veterinarian clinic. The techs bustle around, hauling dogs and cats like cargo while the doc hems and haws reassurance to worried owners. Lots of anxious customers.

That’s where I come in. I’m the receptionist. Here to please.

The wives always make their husbands bring their fur babies in. Too stressful for the fair ladies to do it themselves. So the fine fellows bustle through the front door, their stomach in knots, and what’s the first thing they see?

Me. Sitting eager and attentive with hands clasped. I stop them dead with my perfect smile.

Their hurried paced slackens as they approach my counter, their sick puppy or kitty half-forgotten. I can practically see the tension unravel inside as something else takes its place, something hot and heavy and laced with lust.

You wouldn’t believe how predictably, how consistently is happens! As I lock my gaze on them, their eyes travel from my hazel eyes to my flashing teeth. They smile back, unabashedly. They feel like they are the center of my