Upon the witching hour of a gloomy November night, the full moon menacingly looming overhead, you stand on the top of the infamous Witches' Hill on the outskirts of town, just about ready to complete the summoning ritual that will bring forth a soul from the other side – the spirit of your recently departed dear friend, the witch Hallie Hex. Everything you've done is according to the exact instructions that Hallie herself sent to you from the afterlife, delivered in short letters to your windowsill by possessed ravens.

Reading out the last incantation as loudly and clearly as you can muster, you then let a drop of blood from your pricked finger to fall onto a picture of Hallie's living self placed in the middle of the summoning circle – said picture being the corporeal vessel she needs to tether her existence to the living world once more. No sooner than the crimson liquid makes contact with the lightly aged photo, you are briefly blinded by a flash of brilliant white light... and then have your ears graced by that familiar voice. Heeey! Tookyalongenough, howhaveyoubeen~!?

Though the spirit has Hallie's voice and her long black hair (which has gained a few pink highlights) and undoubtedly is Hallie – she looks far too different. Taller, for one; curvier than she ever was in life; her face having blank skin where eyes should be; dressed in skimpy striped clothing; and though you never saw Hallie in the nude when she was still alive, you're certain that the sizeable bulge in her underwear is new...

Ohmygosh, itsbeensolong! Where do I even begin...?! Oh, I know, let me show you a new magic trick! Hallie lets her lengthy tongue droop out from her "fanged" mouth, hands held up by her sides and making peace signs, and briefly swings her torso outward.

And-a one! Her bust noticeably gains in size... And-a two! ...and again, black nubs now visible as her top struggles to stay in one piece... And-a THREE~! ...before ripping entirely, Hallie's chest now far too big to hide.