... really quite neat. Her mother kept a decent house to say so many boys lived in it and had made a decent impression on Ginny.
There it was, a large blue glass jar stuck between a bra and a pair of socks. *Lady Malkins Moisturiser* the yellowed label read. Ginny smiled and pulled it from the trunk.
The thick grey liquid within smelled strongly of lime. Ginny read the instructions, you had to be careful with magical remedies, even when you’d grown up in a house full of them.
*Rub into area and leave until tickling sensation fades away, then wash off and wait an hour and repeat treatment in necessary.*
Simple. Ginny thought. She scooped up a generous portion onto her fingers and rubbed it into her hands, at once her skin started to tingle and felt better. Ginny sat back on her bed leaning her back against the wall. Ginny pulled up her shirt and looked down at her breasts. They had really blossomed over the summer, her mother had taken to magically enlarge her bra’s because otherwise it would have meant buying a new one every week. Ginny had entered her fourth year a nice C-cup and had slowed down, but was still growing.
But the rapid growth had come at a price. Ginny often woke up feeling sore, her back ...