Rachel was absolutely stunning!
Just gazing into her big blue eyes would rise anyone’s heart rate. Her hair was silky, long and blonde which she would keep up in a beautiful display of Braids and clips. Her lips were big red and soft. Her skin was even softer and soft like a babies. Her eye lashes thick and long. Rachel had a slight over bite but it just added to her stunning smile.
Rachel also had a incredible set of long toned legs for a short girl. Her feet were also very defined yet petite, which she always keep well manicured and nails painted pink.
But no matter ideal her individual features were, there was something clearly missing. At age 18 her breast were clearly not there. This deeply concerned her, as she didn’t feel beautiful or feminine. She would do ANYTHING to get a great set!
One day shepassed an old women in a black cloak sitting outside a new aged Crystal store.
“I know who you are and what you want!” She cackled dangling the Medellin.
“Who are you talking to ?” Rachel kindly replied to the old woman looking for anyone else around.
“I’m talking to you, Rachel!” The lady said “YOU WANT A GREAT BIG SET OF HONKERS!”
Rachel blushed instantly. It was so embarrassing having an old lady yell out her secret desire across town.
As much as she wanted to run away crying, she really wanted ‘a great big set of honkers’ more.
“Is there a way of getting some?” She wimped trying to hold back her tears fighting her fears of the old woman.
“You’re in luck dear! I think I can solve your … little problems” the lady said looking down at Rachel's chest.
“YES PLEASE! How? And what will it cost?” Rachel perceived the woman to be a witch and magic to be involved.
“All you need is this special medallion, it change the way you think, can change your thought patterns, it can change your perceptions on life. All you need to do is believe your breast can grow and they will!”
The old witch dropped the pendent into Rachel’s hand.
“But be careful with it! It can give you a sexy fox tail if you let it!” The lady laughed waving her finger around like she was telling off a 2 year old.
Rachel looked down at the beautiful spiral pattern on the medallion. An amazing mix of gold and another shiny metal she could identify.
“As for the payment; I will get my months worth of milk from you once it’s ready to be harvested”
“MILK??” Rachel looked up from the medallion to the old lady but she wasn’t there.
The idea of producing milk excited her. It didn’t make think of a cow but of a REAL woman with REAL breast producing food for her young. She kind of found the idea of producing milk erotic more than scary.
But first Rachel had to find out if this medallion really worked