Voodoo Boob-boo

73 Pages·2009·4.84 MB·English

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Clickable chapters:
Chapter 1: A Magical Opportunity............... 1
Chapter 2: Conjuring Cleavage ................. 6
Chapter 3: That Voodoo That You Do Too Well ... 19
Chapter 4: This Spells Trouble ................ 34
Chapter 5: They’re Magically Delicious! ........ 40
Appendix A: original drawings by LoSarro....... 60
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Voodoo Boob-boo
written by Crystal Canyon
Story “enhanced” by BustArtist and Juliekat
Illustrations by
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A Magical Opportunity 1
Chapter 1:
A Magical Opportunity
W
hile absentmindedly chewing her pencil,
Caitlin scanned the classifieds in search of a
summer job. It was all the same: either posi-
tions she wasn’t nearly qualified for, or minimum wage
jobs that wouldn’t come close to letting her earn the
money she needed.
Caitlin was an attractive 18-year-old preparing for
her first year of college. One of the prettiest girls in her
class, she had a lovely face, legs that went on forever, and
was curvy in all the right places. But in what seemd to
be a cruel jest of nature, she was also rather flat-chested.
She had been self-conscious about her lack of breasts
throughout high school, when all the other girls had
either been naturally well-endowed, or had gotten
implants right after graduation. Caitlin had begged her
mother to let her get a breast augmentation, too—but she
forbade it, saying Caitlin was too young.
“You’ll have plenty of time for that when you’re out
of college,” her mother had said. “For now, just focus on
your education. Any boy worth having can see what a
beautiful girl you are.”
Caitlin wasn’t so sure about that. Her mother didn’t
understand what it was like to feel so incomplete. And
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besides, all the boys worth having that she had met, were
too busy checking out the other girls—the ones with
round, voluptuous breasts. Caitlin vowed she would not
start college flat-chested.
By the end of the summer, she would have breasts, no
matter what.
She realized she’d have to save up enough money on
her own and she figured it’d probably cost her about
$2000 per boob. She’d have to really work hard this
summer, but it’d be worth it.
Feeling disgusted, Caitlin let her attention wander to
the back of the classified section—beyond jobs and
apartments and pets for sale, to the personal ads.
There, an unusual advertisement caught her eye:
BREAST AUGMENTATION WITHOUT SURGERY. She
dialed the number in the ad.
“Hello?” a young woman’s voice answered.
“Hello, I’m calling about your, um, ad?” Caitlin timidly
asked, slightly embarrassed.
“Well, I already sold the couch. Do you want bookcases?
I’ve got bookcases. They’re a lot nicer than the couch,
anyway. I can’t believe she bought that thing.”
Caitlin hestitated for a second. Did she dial the right
number? “I don’t want bookcases. I don’t need a couch.”
Caitlin frustratingly explained and then suddenly blurted
A Magical Opportunity 3
out, “I want boobs!”
“Well, don’t we all,” the voice on the other end com-
miserated. “So why are you calling me?”
“I’m sorry,” Caitlin covered her eyes with her hand
and sighed. “I must’ve dialed the wrong number. I was
trying to reach the doctor that does breast augmentation
without surgery.”
“Oh! The AD!” the voice burst out in realization. “Why
didn’t you say so! I’m Kiki.”
“Well, could I make an appointment with the
doctor?” This receptionist was obviously a real ditz.
Caitlin supposed places like that probably just hired
receptionists for their looks. She hoped the doctor was
still good. After all, she really needed those boobs.
“Sure, you can come by. You’ll be in shape in time for
happy hour.”
“By tonight? That’s really fast. How can you do that
without surgery?” Caitlin wondered if a good doctor
would hire such a clearly flaky receptionist. She could
barely answer the phone. Still, if it was cheaper than
surgery, Caitlin was willing to risk it. “Can I talk to the
doctor?”
“There’s no doctor, silly. And it’s easy-peasy. I’m a
witch!”
Caitlin paused, caught offguard. Her jaw hung open,
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her mind misfiring neurons. “W... witchcraft?” she drawled.
“I... don’t believe in that.”
“You don’t have to!” Kiki pronounced cheerily on the
other end. “Look, if it doesn’t work, you don’t have to pay
me anything. So what’ve you got to lose?”
Caitlin looked down at her flat chest. “Nothing. I’ve
got absolutely nothing to lose.”
“Great! Then let’s do this!” Kiki said excitedly. “You’ll
be my first...”
“You... you haven’t done this before?” Caitlin asked
queasily. She was getting more nervous by the second.
“Pish-posh!” Kiki dismissed the concern in Caitlin’s
voice. “It isn’t that hard. Come, come. Let’s set up an
appointment now, and I won’t even charge you. You’ll
get... um... a ‘first customer discount.’ ”
Hell, for no charge, Caitlin would certainly do it for
nothing more than a laugh.
They set up an appointment for later in the week,
and just before hanging up, Kiki said: “Oh yeah, I almost
forgot, you need to bring some stuff: two pink balloons,
some cinnamon, and a photograph of your ideal breasts.
Make sure it’s a naked picture. And make sure you really
like them, because you could, you know, be stuck with
them.”
Later that day, Caitlin bought the balloons and the
Conjuring Cleavage 5
cinnamon at the supermarket—but where to find a nude
photo of her ideal breasts? Snapping her fingers, she ran
to her older brother’s room. She searched around a bit,
and, sure enough, she found a stash of girlie magazines
hidden under his bed. She spent hours sifting through
the magazine pages.
“Too small, too pointy... whoa! Way too big! What
kind of magazine is this?” She was about to give up in
frustration—when she spied the perfect breasts! It was
in one of the last magazines in the pile, called Great
Gazongas! She carefully tore out the page, slipped the
magazine back in the stack, and shoved the collection
back under the bed.
After seeing all the boob possbilities in the magazines,
Caitlin actually started to become excited. Hugging the
torn out page to her chest, she whispered eagerly.
“I’m not sure how this could work, but I sure hope it’s
going to!”
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Chapter 2:
Conjuring Cleavage
C
aitlin went to the advertised address—but
the run-down apartment building wasn’t very
professional-looking. She carefully stepped
around the newspaper bundles and trash bags, and found
the right door. Caitlin hesitated. She wondered if she was
making a big mistake, depending on some stranger in a
shabby apartment. Finally, she got up the courage to ring
the bell.
The door opened, revealing a surprisingly young
woman—nearly as young as Caitlin.
“Hi, I’m Kiki,” the petite blonde said perkily. “Come
on in.” Without waiting for an answer, she reached out
and took hold of Caitlin by the wrist, leading her into the
apartment.
The apartment was quirky. That’s the only way Caitlin
could describe it. An eclectic collection of furniture
and throw rugs were scattered about. Various masks of
unknown origin covered one wall, while bunches of
dried flowers, whose color varied dizzingly, hung from
another. On the coffee table were scattered numerous
figurines, from the green jade of a tiny Buddha, to a shiny
plastic, carrot-chomping Bugs Bunny.
The apartment wasn’t the only thing that raised an