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Post 225: Scenes from a Party, p8: A Chat Amongst Witches

Just away from the bar, three young women stood talking. Bianca, Sammi, Emily - each a new hire at Far Horizons Medical Associates and - despite their shared history - their first real chance to chat. Still waiting for Subject Zero, they watched the small crowd on the dance floor enjoying the evening. They smiled and laughed themselves under a small circle that seemed unusually dark, in a weirdling space from which no sound came. A little privacy is important, still, they’d agreed. They had just seen him, their new “boss”, being dragged off the dance floor by the dark-haired Anomaly in the red dress. Emily, brunette herself and a recent Westhall grad, tried to look over the crowd, see if she could still catch a glimpse. That Angie girl might be a problem, she thought to herself, and told her new sisters. She’d asked the tall, bosomy redhead - Bianca - to keep the two in a mind’s eye...

“They’re in the back hallway,” Bianca said, mindful but relaxed, aware of the ersatz couple through the aether. “Angie’s trying to find them a room.” Casually, she pulled up at the neckline of her purple party dress, which struggled to contain breasts that had obviously swelled since she’d been fitted just last week. This new colony, or “hive”, or whatever it was, was doing a number on her tits. But she knew she shouldn’t complain; her abilities had already doubled.

“Watch your presence,” Emily warned. As strong as the redhead was becoming, Emily knew Bianca needed to work on her obfuscation; he seemed sensitive, too aware of the spell’s gaze, “We don’t want him any more nervous than he already is.”

“Yeah I get it,” Bianca said, “I also just made sure the doors all got locked.” Calling her invisible hand back, the lights on the dance floor blinked and flickered, threatening to blow out and causing a momentary stir among the other girls.

“Careful,” Emily urged, nearly hissing.

Inwardly, Bianca bristled a bit. Why this girl, Emily, had been given charge of their little mini-coven, the three of them, was beyond her. Yes, she’d been head girl at that sorority last year, but so what? She didn’t need a handler anymore, Bianca felt. Not like this little Australian chick obviously did; she was a bit…erratic...

“Yah, what’s the worst that could happen?” Sammi Hanes, the youngest of the three and currently indeterminate of hair color, drawled in her strong Outback twang, “You don’t want the slapa giving him a gobby, hm? In the bloomin’ coat check?” In her Freshman year at Westhall, Sammi was ostensibly an intern at the practice and a transfer from overseas.

“What??” Emily chuckled, amused at her young charge’s brogue. Taking a moment, she straightened the tautly-stretched skirt of her black dress over her thick hips.

“Yeah,” Bianca added, “Speak English, please.”

“Sorry,” Sammi laughed, “I forget I’m surrounded by Yanks.”

Emily, tasked with keeping these two in line, knew she had to be nice. She hadn’t had the chance to really bond with either, this being their first time together as a trio. “So,” she asked Sammi, sipping at her vodka and tonic, “I saw you at the Kappa Kappa Gamma after-hours a couple weeks ago…” That was the night, Emily knew, that Sammi took part in her first sacrifice, some FDA inspector working with the new product. It had likely fed her powers, but whatever she had gained there would - if the rumors were true - be dwarfed by the amplifications she’d see here, as part of this new brood. Emily herself had felt it already, an early, new blossoming of her naturally potent gifts. What it would bring, eventually, to both she as well as Sammi and Bianca, remained to be seen. “What gets you to the States?” she asked Sammi, pressing on, “All the way from Australia?”

“Ah, you’re thinking I got sick of sacrificing Koalas and Wallabies for my cantrips,” Sammi joked, laughing at her own wit, “a little witchy-witch humor, there. But no seriously it was a huge honor. They asked both me and my sister to come over, train. Grow.”

”Your sister is Laura, right?” Bianca asked, recalling the pretty chick with the rainbow hair, “The computer girl at Evolution?” Until just recently, Bianca had worked at Evolution Pharm herself.

“Yah, righty. She’s the smart one in the family,” Sammi answered, “But, I can do this…”

Before their very eyes, Sammi began to change. Bianca and Emily watched as Sammi’s hair went from a mousy brown with pink streaks to a dramatic, golden blonde with vibrant blues and purples. “...and this:” Even more dramatically, her already healthy breasts suddenly ballooned up into her cute, A-line party dress, goobing up two cup sizes and spilling over the neckline.

“haha cool a shapeshifter,” Bianca laughed, moderately impressed.

“That is cool,” Emily agreed. The skill was actually relatively rare, she’d heard, an innate talent in certain families. She’d never met one before. She might be useful, for sure. “Those boobs will get you some attention,” she continued, noticing how Sammi - who had just started swaying to the music, tossing her newly-colored mane around and attracting the gazes of some of the male dullards nearby, “...looks like they already have,”

“Haha let’s have some fun, ladies…” Sammi sang, sneaking a hand down her now-full decolletage, into her bulging cleavage, and pulling out a silver flask.

Emily laughed. “Pink Panther?” she asked.

To that Sammi just nodded, her smile growing wide and wild, unscrewing the cap and offering it first to the tall redhead…

Bianca looked on, and began to laugh as well, shaking out her own mane of thick, red hair as she took the flask. Oh this is going to be fun, she thought, feeling the eyes of men on her. Instinctively she began to look around for a victim, a thirsty one, taking a quick swig of the contents herself.

Emily leaned in, took the drink from Bianca. “Just watch out, girls,” Emily said, in confidence, “most of these guys aren’t fully domesticated yet.” She took a drink.

”Yah but I don’t think any of them will complain,“ added Sammi, taking the flask from Emily and growing herself another cup size…

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Morph on first image credit to Migsanch. Please reach out to me brother, I miss you :) Also thanks to CaptainAmbiguous for his help and encouragement on this post and Joyce Julep for allowing me to dip my toes into the world of her story “The Witches of Kappa Kappa Gamma”. For more on Sammi, Bianca, Emily and the other witches of the Westhall Chapter, check out the GITJ Companion Story “Seeking Approval” at my Patreon.

#growing into the job

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