[Chaos Echo]

Another one, but this one's more AP than BE... I don't think it's really worth it to make a new thread for it.
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It was the middle of winter. All of the servants had been sent off on leave for a while, and those who lived in the mansion were shut in by a heavy blizzard. Master and servant sat by a fire, the latter having swapped out her normal wear for a more temperature-appropriate thick, long shirt, heavy black pants, and scarf, and the former not bothering and using magic to line her clothes with warmth. The third resident was out roaming in the cold, but they were not concerned about her. Anni had been known to be a crazy survivalist, and had been first been found in a place with weather regularly like this. The two women idly chatted in the light of the fire, considering it a waste to heat the entire mansion for just the three of them.


“Madame, Ah was sinking, I never asked about it… a few mon’z ago… ‘ow did you ‘andle ze ‘eroine?” “Oh, her? We talked. She said she was going to lay off for a while and think about everything. She didn’t make any promises, but…” She shifted in her spot. “Well, she hasn’t come knocking again yet, has she?” “Oh. Ah sought somezing more… dramatic might ‘ave occurred. Ah would not sink Praelee ze type to ‘ave conflict resolved zat easily.” “Yeah, I was pretty surprised too.” There was an awkward, long pause in the conversation.


“So… I was looking through spellbooks again…” Tuicia crossed her arms over her chest. “Do not tell me. You were looking to try zem on moi.” “Er… I might.” Tuicia sighed. “What is it zis time, Madame? ‘ow is zis spell going to affect my bosom?” “What makes you think that?” “Madame, you ‘ave ‘ad a track record lately of doing zese kinds of spells. First to you and moi, zen Annee, zen ze princesse, and zen to ze ‘eroine.” “Those are months apart! Usually! I do other stuff in between!” “Zen why did you wait until now, when Annee is out, and we are ze only ones ‘ere?” “Fine, you win. It’s totally related.” “Well, ‘urry up and do it. Ah need to prepare for and plan around ‘aving multiple pairs of breasts, or whatever strange sing it is zat you’re doing.” Carline’s hand glowed a hue of pink. “Trust me, it’s not that.”


Tuicia continued her line of thought, not bothering to react to the contact of the spell. “Why is it zat just lately you ‘ave been showing off your… erm… odd perversions?” “Huh?” “Ah mean, over ze eight years Ah ‘ave known you, Ah never would ‘ave suspected zese sings…” “Well, you repress it long enough, eventually it explodes out, dunnit?” “…Ah suppose so.” “And since I’ve been outed already, hell, why bother hide it? Everyone in the mansion probably knows by now.” “Trust me, zey do.” Tuicia then felt an odd tingling in her chest. It was different than the one from the buxom spell. Whereas that one produced something pleasurable, this was more like a light itching. “Zis is new… Madame, what is zis?” “I’m not telling.” Tuicia gave her a look, and began to lift her shirt. “‘ell, you ‘ave seen my naked torso twice now. No point in being self-conscious now, especially since Ah am wearing support.” She rested it bunched up in the stretch of chest between her breasts and neck, and looked down. Carline noted her sheltered breasts. “You wear a bra?” “Of course,” Tuicia replied. “Ah only do not in ma normal attire because it does not go well wizh ze top of it… and ze support is kind of redundant, given ‘ow mon top is designed.” “Don’t they make ones for that?” “Do zey?”


Then the itching feeling peaked, and Tuicia resumed staring down her body. Her breasts seemed… off, somehow. She stared at them (as did, expectedly, Carline), and waited uneasily. To her horror, her breasts began to shrink. She cried out a “M-Madame!”, but had no idea what to even say. Smaller and smaller they got, and Tuicia grasped at them with an unknown goal, feeling less and less mass within her hands. “Zis is not what you… Madame!” She let go of herself to see their progress, and her bra slipped off, no longer held in place by her bosom. She gawked as her breasts finished receding into her chest, leaving her completely flat chested, the smoothness only broken by her nipples, and even then they were not as prominent as usual.


Tuicia looked up at her master, tears in her eyes. “M-Madame!” Carline replied in an almost bored-sounding tone. “Yes?” Tuicia was angered. She stood up forcefully and advanced a few steps toward Carline, practically shoving her chest in her face. “Change zem back! Change zem back change zem back change zem baaaack!” Carline shoved her back to her seat. “It’s not permanent! Or even long at all! I set it to a very short delay! Geez, I didn’t think you’d react like this, given how conservative you are about your body. And yet you wear that low cut thing anyway. And, here you stand, shoving your not-tits in my face. What’s your deal?” Tuicia, though relieved by the news of its duration, was still upset by it, and folded her arms over her chest meekly. Carline idly wondered why she didn’t just pull her shirt back down. “Ah very much like zem, but it is not as zough Ah want to go around flashing my bosoms to ze world! It is only to you, due to circumstances you keep forcing upon moi!” She paused and then added, “zough zere is one zat Ah would be perfectlee willing to display myself to… mon ideal dream man…”


Carline raised an eyebrow at the sudden change of topic. “Ideal dream man?” “Oui… Ah ‘ave been sinking lately… Ah ‘ave not been on ze market for a while… much as Ah care for you, Madame, Ah would like to be wizh someone…” “Naturally… what exactly is your “dream man” like?” Tuicia’s tone softened considerably. “Oh, ‘e… someone ‘oo is kind… smart… charming… taller zan me, preferably… a looker if ‘e can be one… and ‘e needs to be willing to raise a familee, zat one’s important.” “Raise a family? You’d better get going and find him, lady, since you’re not getting a whole lot younger there.” “Ah am twenty seven! Ah ‘ave plenty of time!” “And how do you plan to raise a family, with how much of a workaholic you are?” “Oh… zat is true…” Her face suddenly brightened. “You can ‘elp!” “What?” “Yes! Ah can keep mah job, and ze children could be around ze manor! You could be Tante Carleen!” “What? No!” “So Ah must add “willing to live wizh evil sorceress” to my requirements…” Tuicia rocked slightly side to side, now hugging herself, with a pleasant smile on her face, lost in her thoughts. A short burst of pressure built, and her breasts surged back out to their normal size in one go, now pressed firmly against her body by her arms. “Oh! Well!” She promptly refastened her bra, and finally remembered her shirt.


Just then the door was banged on relentlessly. They could hear Anni’s voice screaming Carline’s name repeatedly. Carline got up to unlock the door, but it was blasted off its hinges before she got anywhere. Carline was going to scold her, but Anni ran into the room, and dropped a heavy overcoat off of her back in front of the fire. Carline gasped, as she noticed there was an unconscious girl inside it. She had long, white hair, and beneath the overcoat, the tattered bottom of an emerald green dress could be seen. The girl herself couldn’t have been more than fifteen. Carline recognized who it was… Ruhtina had talked about a younger sister during her stay. She stooped and put a hand to the girl’s face. It was deathly cold.


Carline immediately snapped to attention. She stood up and barked at Tuicia. “Give me your shirt! Now!” Tuicia unquestioningly handed it over, and she took it and ripped the coat off of the princess, whose dress stood out amongst all the red of the others. Carline moved to substitute the shirt for it, but stopped when she remembered her own dress had been magically heated. She cast an aside glance at the other two women. “Whatever, it’s just you two.” She pulled it over her head, breasts bouncing free from the action, and put that on the girl instead. She glanced at Tuicia’s shirt, and after a moment’s pause put it on herself. “Madame!” Tuicia had folded her arms across her chest again, hiding it from view. “Be quiet. At least you have a bra and pants. I’ve got nothing but underwear on.”


“And now… we have to wait, I guess. I don’t have anything to fix th- wait, duh!” Carline held a hand over the girl’s torso, engulfed in a fiery glow. She spoke in a low tone. “C’mon, Lucille, don’t die on me… I have enough trouble living with myself as is…” Anni spoke up again. “I found her not far from here… she was still awake then, she’d managed to flag me down through the blizzard… she wasn’t in good shape, but she was still walking. I couldn’t get anything coherent out of her as to what she was doing.” Tuicia stepped forward. “Is zere any way we can ‘elp, Madame?” “I don’t think so… well, you could fetch me another of my dresses. Your crap is too big for me, in more than one way.” Tuicia left the room to do so. Anni stood there uncomfortably. “I grew up in conditions like this. I know them well. The girl here… she should be fine, but she seems kinda frail to start with…” Carline nodded, only half-listening to what Anni was saying.


The night went by, Carline not leaving the side of the princess. By morning, she seemed to be alright, but still not conscious. Carline left the care of her up to her two assistants, and went off to sleep. When she had awoken a few hours later, she rushed to the room again and saw Anni standing outside it. “How is she? Did she make it?” Anni answered a dry “Nope.” Carline visibly despaired after hearing this. “No… why?” After seeing her reaction, Anni laughed. “Nah, she’s fine, Tuicia’s talking to her now.” Carline’s hand twitched, and she slapped her hard across the face. “Idiot! Don’t joke about shit like that! Not in front of me!” Anni rubbed her cheek. “That was uncalled for… you’re lucky I’m tough, mistress, or I’d… I’d… I don’t even know.” Carline ignored her and walked into the room. “Dumbass… why would she even do that?”


She saw Tuicia and Lucille occupying the seats that Tuicia and herself and been in the previous night, talking about something or other. Tuicia saw her enter, and addressed her. “Bonjour, Madame. ‘ow did you sleep?” “Fine, fine. How are you, Princess Lucille? Are you alright? You were looking pretty bad earlier.” “I-I-I’m fine, thank y-you. And… I’m very th-th-thankful for you saving my l-l-l-life.” “Is that… have you always talked like that?” “Oui, according to ‘er, Madame. Ze poor sing ‘as ‘ad a stutter ‘er ‘ole life. She says it gets even worse when she is nervous.” “Oh. Well then. Lucille?” “Yes?”


Carline studied Lucille, having been too occupied to do so previously. She was young, still in her teenage years; Carline’s guess of fifteen actually seemed a bit high… she was maybe thirteen? Her long, pearly white hair came down over her right eye, and over most of the left side of her face as well, leaving little of it in view. Her visible eye was a light blue, and her skin was very light in color, as though she rarely saw sun. Her dress, which was a brilliant emerald green, was designed as a bustier dress, though she had nothing to show, and she had a large blue ribbon tied around her waist.


Lucille seemed unnerved by Carline’s silence. “Is there a p-p-problem, m-m-miss sor-sorceress?” “What? No. I do have a question for you. I don’t know how far it is to drive, I’ll need to ask one of the servants that sometime, but civilization is a day’s walk from here without magic. Are you a magician?” “N-n-n-n-no, miss.” “Then what were you doing? Didn’t you know there was going to be a blizzard? And what were you doing out there anyway? There’s nothing around for miles, besides my mansion.” “T-t-t-to be honest, miss s-s-sor-sorceress…” She threw herself at Carline’s feet. “I came h-h-here because I’d heard th-that you could… I-I’d heard that your magic…” She trailed off, mumbling. “Speak up, I can’t hear you. And get up. There’s no need to grovel.” Still not removing herself from the floor, she tried again. “Y-y-y-our magic… I’d h-heard that it… th-that you c-c-could grow…” Again, she became too quiet to hear. “What?” This time, Lucille jumped up, and practically shouted. “I WANT YOU TO GIVE ME BOOBIES!” She immediately clapped her hands over her mouth, as though she was a small child who had sworn in front of her parents.


Carline stared blankly. “What.” Lucille was very red in the face. “M-m-m-my sister… R-ruttie… a few m-months ago… she was c-c-c-cl-cl-claiming that she’d h-had a run in with you… a-a-and she said you had a spell that m-m-made her b-br-breasts bigger.” Carline stopped her there. “So you’re saying that you came all this way to get boobs from me, nearly killing yourself?” “I-I-I hadn’t exp-expected a bl-bl-blizzard to c-come up…” “And what? This is how I have become known? Carline, Sorceress of Breasts?” She cracked a smile at that. “Actually, I kinda like it. Much better than Carline, Evil Sorceress Who Had A Hideous Magical Lapse Eight Years Ago And Killed A Slew Of People And Has Been Trying Her Hardest To Forget About It But The World Can’t Let It Go And Ostracizes Her Forever For It.”


Lucille and Tuicia both stared, surprised at the sudden rant. “Madame…” “But besides,” she said, staring down the princess. “Why should I? What reason do I have? Can’t you just wait? Maybe puberty will yet be kind to you.” “N-n-no it won’t, miss. I’m al-already eighteen. M-my time is o-o-o-over. I g-g-got screwed ou-out of anything. Th-th-the magic in our b-bloodline probably sc-screwed s-something up!” She started getting emotional. “I’m s-s-sick of going around the p-palace, b-b-being the sh-sh-short little st-st-stut-stuttering f-flat princess!” She lifted and swung her arms down for emphasis. “And I j-j-just h-had to have a s-s-sister like Ru-Ruhtina, b-b-beautiful and c-c-curvy! I w-w-wanna be s-s-sexy too!” Carline sympathized with her after hearing her reasoning. After all, her situation had been nearly the same, minus the superior sister and the stuttering. And the poor girl had come all this way and nearly died doing so. Turning her back now would make Carline as terrible a person as the folklore around her made her out to be.


“Alright. I’ll do it. But first…” She left, and Tuicia and Lucille stared at each other. “Zis is new to me… Ah ‘ave never known ma Madame to be like zis.” Carline returned with a thick spellbook, opened to a specific page. She traced over a line then looked up at Lucille. “Okay, this has got to happen first.” Her hand glowed shortly, a dark blue shade, and faded. “Try saying something.” “What would I need to-” Lucille clutched her throat with her hand. “My stutter! It’s… it’s gone!” She sang a few lines of some song neither of the other two recognized, trying out her voice. Then she ran up and hugged Carline. “Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!” Carline pushed her off gently. “Don’t celebrate yet. That was just the first phase.”


“Since I’m feeling generous, I’ll let you choose your final size. What do you want to be like?” Lucille looked at her, eyes shining happily. “Well, I don’t want to be as big as Ruttie… but I’d still like to be pretty busty…” She caught sight of Tuicia. “How about like her? She’s got some nice feminine curves.” Tuicia started. “Pardonnez-moi, Princesse?” “Ooh, good choice. I’m quite fond of hers myself.” “Really, Madame? Must you?” “Let’s get this started then.”


She looked over the princess again, this time to see her age-related failings. It was hard to believe she was eighteen. Her face was still that of someone who had not yet matured, and her body hugging dress showed off her complete lack of curves, her body going almost perfectly straight up and down. Not only that, but she was very short; Carline stood almost a full head taller than her, and she was barely 5’3. She approached, and noticed now a thin strip of cloth wrapped around her chest. “What is this for?” “That? Oh… just security cover, in case the top of my dress should slip off of my… nothing.” “Well, soon you’ll have more worries about popping out of it than it falling off. But I really should remove this… it’ll just get in the way.” She went behind her, and lit a finger with intense heat. “It might get a bit hot. Don’t move.” She carefully ran the finger down the cloth, searing it flawlessly, and it fell loosely and caught on the top of Lucille’s dress.


She came back to the front, removing the strip of cloth. “And… um… you’ll need to pull down your dress, there.” “Ah, this part. Ruttie warned me you’d probably do this.” “Look, do you want to look your age or not?” Lucille wordlessly pulled it down, the cold air of the mansion quickly causing her nipples to harden. “Hm… reminds me of myself, a bit ago. But at least I had something.” Her hands glowed the recognizable pink, but now it was a slightly redder hue than normal. She placed her hands upon the flat chest, the glow visibly flowing from her hand into Lucille’s body. She removed her hands, still glowing, and moved to the princess’s shapeless hips, gripping them from behind, and sliding her hands across them and onto her diminutive ass. Lucille blushed, not from any arousal, but all from embarrassment. “M-must you really do it like that?” Carline came back around and put a hand on her face. “Of course,” she said, the final glows passing from her to the princess. She flicked Lucille’s nose playfully as she removed her hand. Lucille pulled her dress back up, covering her chest again.


“So how long will it take? And… will it last? All of it? Or will I go back to being… stuttering, normal, sad me?” “Oh, don’t worry, it’s permanent. I’ve done the same to myself. I used to be built quite like you.” “Wow… really?” “Yeah. And look at me now!” She grabbed her breasts, pushing them up in display. Lucille was awestruck, but came back to her original question. “How long until it starts?” “I dunno. Never done it like this before.” Lucille’s gaze turned to the ground, and she noticed for the first time the torn bottom of her dress. “Oh, no. The blizzard must have done this.” She bent over and felt it, running her hands over the ragged edges. “This was my best dress…”


Suddenly her legs trembled, and she shot up an inch. “Oh!” She dropped the hem of her dress, and it came above her feet all around now, revealing all of her black shoes. “Is this how it starts?” “No idea. This is my first time trying this variation.” Another boost in height, this one a bit larger, and Lucille tried to keep her balance. “Wow. All the height I’ve never had. Maybe now I can reach things on the shelf.” Carline watched the reaction with interest. Mixing all of these effects together, especially with specific end results in mind, was a new experience for her. It was coming in short bursts this time, as opposed to the steady growth normally. Hopefully it turned out well…


Lucille excitedly awaited the next change. It arrived with a quick, small widening of her hips. She ran her hands down them to feel their new mild size. “Don’t stop now! I want some baby-making hips from this.” Her legs got longer again, and she lifted her dress to see them. They were beginning to take on a womanly shape. She bent to stroke one, but was interrupted by a surge from her ass. She quickly straightened up again, and ran her hands along it as well. “This is getting nice… but when are any of them gonna get big? And when are my-” Before she could say it, small breasts budded on her chest. “There we go.” She pulled open the top of her dress, and peeked down it. There was something, at least, but not terribly large. Not yet.


She got another height increase, and now stood as tall as Carline. She observed this immediately. “Y’know, I never said how tall I wanted to be… how is this going to end up?” Carline shrugged. “I just let your body run its natural course for everything you didn’t say.” Her breasts bounced forward again, this time pushing her dress top outward. Her hips widened again, followed by her butt plumping up some more. Her dress, which had already been form fitting, was stretching quite a bit now to contain her lower body. Her face was changing, too, losing its childish appearance, her lips beginning to take on an appealing pout. She went to touch them too, but she again went up in height, forcing her to throw out her arms to keep balance. Her breasts swelled some more, pushing out her top still further, beginning to expose a bit of themselves.


Down lower, her butt enlarged some more, now making her dress very tight on it. “No! My dress won’t be able to handle this! I don’t want to lose it!” “Well, it’s not like you’ll ever fit in it again anyway.” Point sadly taken, Lucille turned partially to watch her rear. It hadn’t quite matched Tuicia’s yet, but it was getting there. Her hips became even wider, approaching her shoulders in width, and beginning to tear her dress. She silently mourned its inevitable loss. Her breasts got greedy and took another turn, this time pushing her bustier top out of the way, larger now than it could contain. It still barely kept her decent, however.


Her legs lengthened again, another spurt of four or five inches, and now she was taller than both the other women, if only by a bit in Tuicia’s case. Getting a feeling that she was done there, she bent over to look at her legs, giving Carline and Tuicia full view of her cleavage, and, she winced as she heard it, tearing her dress more around her rear. Down by her legs, her dress didn’t even reach mid calf anymore, and it was rather tight as well, her slender, shapely legs not quite fitting in it. As she stood up again, her hips got their final say, coming perfectly even with her shoulders. Her butt also protruded its last time, but it was much less gentle about it, remorselessly tearing a wide hole in the back of her dress, exposing her lacy blue panties, though they had mostly been engulfed by the plumpness of her buttocks. She waited eagerly for the finishing part, and it too delivered. Her breasts completely overflowed her dress, forcing it out of the way and beautifully leaping forth, her appropriately large nipples hardening in the air once again, both from pleasure and cold. She didn’t even consider covering up, as she was too grateful for even having this happen.


Lucille was completely giddy from all it, in both meanings. She tried to run up to Carline, but she was unused to her new form, and promptly fell over, her flailing legs forcing her taut dress to give way straight up the middle. Carline was quick to offer assistance. “You ok?” She extended a hand out to her. Lucille pushed herself up to her gorgeous bottom. “Yes, I thin-” She stopped and felt her neck with her hand again. The voice she was used to no longer emitted from her throat. Instead, a womanly, alluring timbre came forth. She sang those same lines from the song she had done when testing her lack of stuttering. When she was done, she wore a large smile, satisfied with how she sounded.


She took Carline’s hand and let herself be pulled up. She stood unsteadily this time, and was mildly embarrassed, since her dress was now hanging loosely off of her thighs, revealing the crotch of her panties, also noticeably tight up front, cameltoe showing. She covered herself with her hands, but quickly removed them after the resultant feeling. “Ah! It’s so much more sensitive down there now!” Tuicia walked over from where she had been standing the entire time. She did a few circles of Lucille, looking up and down her body. “Nice job Madame, but if you were going for my measurements, you overshot it. Ah am not quite zis voluptuous.”


Lucille also examined her body, half curious and half somewhat aroused. She bent over a third time to check out her legs, unimpeded by her dress this time. They were lengthy and slender, and very smooth. She ran her hands up them and to her wide hips, standing upright as she did so, and stopped there. She was amazed at how they felt, pleasantly packed with fat, not like the overweight kind, but like… well, the kind that are as wide as your shoulders. She moved one of her hands over to the front again, much more carefully this time, and touched her fully developed womanhood. She shuddered from the feeling, and left that spot without any more experimenting. She ran her hands backwards across her hips, reaching her butt. It was large and soft, something she felt she could fall over right now on and be unhurt from it. She squeezed and prodded her behind for a bit, before deciding to move on to the best part. Still not removing her hands from herself, she went up her thin waist, which hadn’t changed much besides lengthening a bit, and noticed that her back was arched to adjust to her curves, jutting out her butt behind and prominently displaying her breasts in front. Speaking of the latter, her hands had now come up to them in their travels. They were wonderful, perky and large, and blocked her view of her feet. She started to grope one, intense pleasure coming to her from it, and began to breathe faster. Before she got too caught up in it, she ceased this action, and moved both hands in place over her nipples for cover, subtly tweaking them as she did so, once again feeling the much increased sensitivity of her feminine curves.


She looked at Carline, beaming. “This is wonderful! I… don’t even know what to say!” Carline eyed her, looking for any final improvements that needed to be made. She saw but one. “Hey Lucille, lemme see your lips.” Too overjoyed to raise any objections, Lucille stooped slightly to put their faces level, and brought her face up close. Carline put a finger to Lucille’s lips, feeling them and observing their glistening presence. “Hm… they’re still a bit thin… d’you mind if I…?” “Go for it, miss sorceress!” “Alright then, pucker up.” Lucille did exactly as such, and Carline encircled her lips with a lightly glowing finger. This time the effects were much faster, and her lips puffed out, becoming plump and full. Carline rested her chin on her hand momentarily, before making one final movement, coating them in a frosty blue lipstick. Lucille smacked her lips together a few times, feeling their new volume, and looked pleased.


She pulled Carline and Tuicia close in a hug. “Thank you sooo much! Both of you! I feel so beautiful!” Carline’s face pressed against one of Lucille’s large breasts, as she had been unprepared for this and was not upright. She tried to ignore the soft flesh erotically squeezing against her face. “Y-yeah, sure. If you could just let go there, that’d be great.” “Oh, yeah, sorry about that.” She released them, still completely overjoyed.


Anni walked back to the room. “It was just a joke… can’t she even take a joke? Whatever. I had my lunch and now I’m satisfied. I wonder if Carline’s still mad at me?” She got to the doorway, and saw her two housemates, and standing with them a mostly naked, older, busty version of the princess. “…what the hell did I miss?”

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I've already got the next chapter thought out, but it's much darker, and not quite as expansiony (In fact, I had to think where to fit it in). Should I revamp it, or is it cool to post it as is?