Why does that spell even exist? (BE story)

[Chaos Echo]

Alright. This one took a bit, but it was worth it. It's the longest one yet (11.5 pages in Word), and it was a... hmm... a collaboration of sorts, I guess? With sadmanofshadows. I still wrote all of it, but he and I went back and forth on PMs to figure out how it played out. All in all, one of my favorites to write. And, sadman being who he is, it's rather more butt-focused than usual.

Chapter 17
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Anni lay in her bed, peacefully sleeping with a light smile on her face. The things she dreamt of were pleasant, though they were the abstract kind that made not a bit of sense when you are awake. However, the alarm suddenly blared, waking her with a start. Without opening her eyes, she swiped her hand at the short table beside her bed. She struck something, and it fell, as she heard a shattering on the floor. Anni reluctantly opened her eyes, and saw that she’d knocked over the flowerpot next to her clock. She sighed, and slammed her hand on the clock to silence it. She grabbed it with both hands, turning it to face her. “10:00. Perfect. Almost two and a half hours earlier than usual.” She sat up and yawned, stretching her arms above herself. She groaned, however, when she remembered that it meant lunch wouldn’t happen for three hours. “This waking up early thing sucks!” She lamented to no one in particular.


She threw her blankets aside, and swung her legs over the side of her bed. She yawned again, and lifted her arm, facing the door, and it locked. She pulled up her nightgown past her legs, and quickly swapped panties with a pair she’d left next to her bed the night before. Then she breathed in deeply. Her hands glowed, and she put one on each leg. A smooth, opaque black substance came from them and went over her legs, going down to cover her feet, and in the other direction, up and just over her hips. She grabbed the top of the substance and snapped it against herself. It was very thin, completely unrestricting, but also completely solid; any color underneath could not be made out. It was a ritual she did every morning, on the off chance that anyone should see up her dress. She stood up and walked sleepily over to the large, standing mirror she had. She rubbed her eyes, not used to being up this early. Anni looked herself in the mirror, her dark green eyes looking back at her. She tried to remember why she was up this early. “Oh yeah… I wanted to try something… see if I can work something with the buxom spell…”


She removed her nightgown, and stared at herself. She was thinly built, she always had been. But her body was nice in that regard, she thought. It was put together well, and she had surprising physical strength for her size. And she was decently tall. Or at least she wasn’t short. Her brown skin tone was… she couldn’t think of a word to describe it. Velvety? Nah, that didn’t make any sense. Tuicia’s skin was all warm-like, and hers… wasn’t. The descriptions her half-awake brain was coming up with were useless, so she stopped.


Anni’s red hair was falling all over her shoulders and front, and reached down far enough to tickle her lower back. She grabbed it and flung it all behind her. This action revealed that which she’d been thinking about a few moments ago: her breasts. They were a pretty good size, in her opinion, as she lightly felt one. After the whole fiasco late last summer with Carline, where Anni had first encountered the buxom spell, and the lactation and whatnot she’d gotten with it, her breasts had gone up a good cup size. They were big enough that she thought they were really hot, but small enough that she still considered them cute. Cutehot. She laughed at the word. She really did love them. Her nipples too, those little nubs with the slight rise around them, as Tuicia had observed that day. How good it felt to them when the lactating was there, much as she hated the maintenance required.


But, Anni thought, staring at her chest in the mirror. All of the buxomizing Carline had been doing… Anni loved breasts even more because of it. Now, because of her, she found them sexy. Or maybe she always had. She couldn’t help but be turned on by them now, and not just hers, but other women’s. She was really perturbed by this; she knew she was straight; it wasn’t up for question like she was suspecting of Tuicia. No other part of a woman made her feel that way. Just their breasts. Those warm, round, soft mounds.


Even thinking about it was turning her on slightly, so she pushed those thoughts out of her mind. She went over to her wardrobe and rummaged around in a drawer, grabbing one of the many black tank tops she owned. She threw that to the floor. She continued to go through her wardrobe, pulling out a bra and a skirt. She decided today, for whatever reason, would be a more casual day, and she would leave off her cape and sleeves. She grabbed all of the clothes she’d gotten out, and went to her personal bathroom with them.


Inside the bathroom, she began her thoughts again as she fastened her bra. Even ignoring her weird breast fetish, she still wasn’t comfortable with any of it. It was the strangest thing, she thought. Never before only recently had she thought of these sexuality related things. She just knew she liked men, and never gave a second thought. Anni pulled on her skirt. And now, all the time her mind drifted. She wondered what it was like, to have someone special like that. And even more, she thought as she put her shirt over her head, she wondered what it was like to get in the act. She wondered what it was like, to have such intimate contact with another, how good the act of sex was, what she was missing by never having done it…


Once again Anni furthered herself from those thoughts, brushing her teeth and hair, using the bathroom, and whatever else she needed to do to be ready. She went into her bedroom main and gave a glance to the flower, lying pitifully on the floor in its dirt. She could deal with it later, she thought. She grabbed her earrings and a hair tie, and made her way toward the dining hall as she readied those. She had to eat something to tide her over until lunch; she had no idea what, since breakfast was an unheard of event for her, but maybe there was cereal or something.




Anni sat down at one of the tables, quietly eating cereal and reminiscing on the previous day’s events. After she’d buxomized Denise and Tuicia had come in… well, Tuicia couldn’t properly punish her, given that she was Carline’s apprentice, but she had stayed in the room to be absolutely sure there was no more fooling around, and she’d denied her lunch, saying that her behavior was rude and lazy. Anni swirled her spoon in the bowl. She wondered why Tuicia had been all pissy. Too long since Carline had been at the mansion? It was the fourth day of her absence, after all. Regardless, Allie had snuck her some food later anyway, so she was happy.


But now, Anni thought, taking a bite of the cold, shapeless flakes, she was interested in some experimentation. Though she had no sexual interest in one, after yesterday’s events, she was kind of curious about doing a butt growth. She’d looked over Carline’s notes on that, and though there were fewer, they were comprehensive as well. She only needed to find someone who would be willing to-


And then her moment came, as a black-haired servant came into the room. She walked as though with little self-confidence, carrying a gardening spade. Using that last bit of information, Anni deduced that she was the gardener. A gardener? How many did Carline have? “Hey!” The woman jumped, not having noticed Anni in the room. “Oh! G-good morning, Miss Annilitia.” “Don’t call me miss! I’m not hardly worthy of a title like that!” “O-okay, Annilitia.” “…for some reason, coming from you, that just sounds weird. Just call me Anni.” “O-okay… Anni…” “C’mon, sit down with me.” “I h-have… I have work to do, so-” “Bah, what’ll happen if you’re a bit behind? The flowers gonna wilt?” The woman looked uncomfortable, but came over and sat down anyway.


Anni pushed her bowl aside. “So… uh… gardener…” “My name’s Cecily, Miss. I mean, Anni!” She added hastily. The gardener was nervous and jittery. “Alright then… Cecily, how’s it going?” “E-excuse me?” “Yeah. How’s your day been going?” “Um… alright, I g-guess.” “How about those flowers, then?” “They’re… happy.” Anni had no idea what to talk about. She didn’t know a thing about gardening. She did notice, however, that Cecily was avoiding eye contact the entire time. She seemed very shy, and like sitting here talking was incredibly uncomfortable. A thought suddenly occurred to Anni. “Wait… is this the chick Allie was talking about having a crush on yesterday? She fits the bill pretty well…”


Anni had also noticed that Cecily, in her eye aversion, had been looking lower the entire time. In fact, she’d been pretty much staring at Anni’s own chest. Anni doubted it was intentional, but harassed her anyway for it. “Cecily! Why are you staring at my tits?!” Cecily’s gaze focused and she realized what she’d been doing. “Oh! Ohmygod sorry!” “Nah, I’m just teasing. Unless, that is, you like them?” She put her hands on either side of her breasts and thrust out her chest. “No! I mean, they- your breasts-” “Cecily, relax. I’m just fooling around.” She slid the box of cereal across the table to Cecily. “Here, have some eats. I’m sure you haven’t had any food in a few hours.” “N-no, I’m fine, I just should really get back to work.” “Seriously?” Bah. She was no fun. But a devious thought came to Anni in that moment.


“Actually, Cecily, could you wait a moment?” “What for?” “There’s something I want you to do for me.” Anni speedily left for her bedroom. She found the flower lying on the floor where she left it. “Perfect.” She grabbed it, and attempted something new, something she was sure that even Carline had not done. Her hands glowed with magic as she ran a few fingers along the length of its stem as gently as she could manage. Then she gathered as much dirt as she cared to and put it all back into the pot that she quickly repaired. “Now let’s see if this works…”


Anni speedwalked back to the dining hall, where Cecily was still sitting. She held out the flower. “This one’s been by my bedside for a few weeks, but I honestly think it’ll be better off outside. D’you think you could replant it?” Cecily got up and walked over to her, and took it. “Are you sure, Anni?” “Positive.” Cecily examined the plant. “A clematis? Why do you have one of those?” “It was a gift, from Allie.” “Oh. I’ll take good care of it, then.” “Aight.” She left with the flower, looking relieved to not need to interact with someone any more.


The gardener walked down the hall in silence, which unnerved her. “Oh, little flower, when will I be able to talk to someone besides a plant?” She stroked its petals. “You need a name.” She contemplated what to call it. “How about… Florice? …no, that’s a stupid name.” She paused to think of another, but almost felt as though the plant approved of the one she’d already bestowed on it. “Really? You like Florice? Okay!” She giggled lightheartedly. “But I still wish I had some kind of self-confidence, Florice. It really stinks. I’m just so nervous around other people. It’s so much more comfortable around plants like you.”


Anni, unbeknownst to Cecily, had been following her as she went to replant the flower. “She seriously talks to plants? Weird. Doesn’t matter though. I just can’t wait to see if this works~” As she tailed the woman, using her hands to view around corners and such, she noted what she looked like in the before. Cecily was an inch or two shorter than Anni, and was probably about the same age, give or take a few years. Her eyes were a pale blue, and her hair was short and black. Her body type was similar to Anni’s own, but without any kind of breasts but the smallest bumps in her shirt. Anni watched excitedly, though, since that was soon to change.


Cecily came around a corner, and ran into a maid as she did. The impact was cushioned by the considerably large bosom of the other, though. “Oh! I’m sorry!” Both women said immediately. Cecily recognized the voice of the other servant easily. “Oh! Hi!” Allie began to blush for some reason after she said it. “H-hi.” “What’re you um… what’re you doing?” “Just replanting this flower.” Cecily awkwardly held out Florice. She hadn’t noticed that it had subtly taken on a more pink hue than it normally had. “Is that the one I gave Anni a bit ago?” “That’s what she told me.” “It was supposed to be a gift for her!” “If… if you want me to, I can-” “N-no, go ahead, keep it.” Allie was back to blushing again. Cecily wondered if she had a fever or something.


Then, suddenly, she felt a discomfort in her shirt. She recognized it as her nipples being hard. “Why are…? That’s… my… why did…?” Cecily stood there, very unsure of why that had happened. She tried to ignore it, and focused on Allie, who looked like she’d been talking while Cecily was not paying attention. “…a-and then, maybe we c-could d-do something later…” Allie had a heavy blush, and was trying to not look at her. “I’m sorry, but I need to go and do this, Allie.” Allie had her eyes cast downward, disappointed. “Oh. Ok.” Cecily started to walk away, her mind returning to why her nipples were still hard, but then she had the strangest feeling. It was a kind of pressure, almost a light discomfort. It almost felt like her breasts were-


Cecily’s breath suddenly caught as she felt her bra strangely tight. She slowly, doubtingly looked down, but could not deny what she saw: her breasts were a bit bigger. She gasped and almost dropped the flowerpot when she saw them. “Oh my god!” As a confirmation, after a quick check to see if anyone was nearby, her shaky hand carefully went up to feel one. And confirm it she did. Though still small and unimpressive, her petite breasts were a bit bigger, just as they looked.


She trembled, unsure of whether to continue on her trip to plant the flower, or seek help from Tuicia, or what to do. She had no time to decide, though, before she heard Allie calling for her. “Hey! Are you alright? I heard you exclaim about something!” Allie was only a bit behind her, but Cecily didn’t dare turn around to face her, for risk of her noticing the new developments. “Y-yes, I’m fine, th-thank you. I just need to-” “Oh, and um… I don’t think I ever got your name. What is it?” As Allie asked this, she seemed rather nervous. Cecily wondered why. She wasn’t the one whose breasts were getting bigger. And even as she stood here, the two were beginning to press against the pot she held tightly against her chest. “I-it’s Cecily.” “Cecily? That’s a really cute name.” “Thank you, but I really need to go.” “Oh…” Allie said disappointedly. “Why are you always in such a rush?” “I just…” Cecily looked down to the flower as though expecting some kind of answer, but all it did was look the slightest bit more pink. Cecily gradually felt the same pressure lower down, near her butt. “No… does that mean down there too?” “Just… what?” Cecily then felt her small butt begin to push out. “I’m sorry, I need to go now!” She broke off at a run. “Cecily! Wait!”


The gardener only stopped when there were several hallways between her and Allie, and she only did so to catch her breath. “Are… hoo… are you alright, Florice?” She checked the flower, which again seemed the subtlest shade pinker then when she checked it moments ago. “Okay… good… but your color is weird…” The flower sat innocently. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to… call you weird!” She put the pot down next to her, and sat down by the wall, noticing the most immediate difference in the feeling of her rear contacting the floor. “Florice… what’s happening to me?” She felt her breasts again, and they’d definitely put on weight now; they’d begun to take a perfect, rounded shape against her buttoned shirt, but not enough to irritate the fabric. She let her hands down to her bottom, but on the way, they clipped her hips. “Oh no! Are they getting wider too?” She ran her hands over her hips, and if they were bigger, it was barely. “Please just let that be me being clumsy. Please just let all this be a dream!” She felt her bum, and somehow she knew that the soft, malleable, increasingly existent flesh was all too real.


Cecily grabbed the flower and held it close again, compressing her breasts. “I’m scared, Florice. Is this what happened to everyone else the week I was out sick?” As though contact with the plant spurred them on, her breasts visibly surged a bit outward as she held it to herself. “Oh! No! Please! Stop!” She suddenly had a thought. “Is this… maybe this is punishment! For delaying so much in my job! Yes! If I just go and get you planted, then maybe…!” She stood up, plant still in tow, and turned to move toward the garden again. But she jumped as her butt contacted something when she turned. “Ah! What’s-” Cecily looked at the wall, but nothing was on it. She turned to stare at her behind, and found the culprit: her butt was large enough now compared to its normal self that it had brushed against the wall when she turned. Her pants were a bit loose and thick, so it was hard to tell unless one was familiar with how her rear end looked, but she could see that it was nearly twice its normal size. “I need to get this done fast!”


She moved with as much haste as she could try, but her growing curves were embarrassing her, and kept her looking down the next hallways she would go down to make sure no one was there. “Florice, why me? It feels so strange… and yet… almost good…” Her swelling breasts were making her bra uncomfortably tight, so she reluctantly reached under her untucked shirt and undid the clasp with one hand. Cecily didn’t know what to do with the article, so she quickly ducked into the storage closet she passed. She put it on a shelf, and moved a few things in front of it and turned off the light. “I’ll just… come back for it later.”


But now that her breasts had only one layer of cloth over them, her hard nipples were showing through her shirt. They’d poked perfectly into her breast pockets, creating two conspicuous bulges. She also felt her walking get a bit weird; her pants were rubbing against each other frequently as she strode. She looked down at her legs, and noticed that even her thighs were thicker. “Oh! Why are they doing that?” Now she was concerned.


Luckily for Cecily, she’d reached the outside back door, and pushed it open to exit. “Okay, Florice, here we are. Let’s get you planted so you can be out in the happy sun!” She stroked one of its petals, and observed its beauty again. The flower was definitively pink now, and it was purple when she’d received it. “You’re so… I don’t want to call you weird, Florice, but… you changed color!” She tried to pick out a prospective spot to put it. “I’m changing too, though, you’re right. My… my bust is… all engorged, and my butt is big and round, and…” She trailed off. “Oh! There’s a spot!”


She hurried over and took the spade off her leg, and noticed that the thickness of her thighs could no longer attempt to be attributed to her pants. “But you lived with a sorceress for weeks, Florice. That’s probably why you change color. Why am I getting curvy?” She dug a small hole for it to go in, several times running into her breasts due to her lack of experience with their increased size. She also stuck her large butt into the air while she kneeled, and felt vulnerable for some reason. She took the flower out, dirt clumps and all, and gently set it into the hole. “There. You like?” The plant, at least in her mind, seemed very pleased with its location. “Good.” She shakily stood up, and turned to wave goodbye to it. “I won’t be gone long, Florice. Mommy just needs to… figure out what’s going on. Be a good girl. See if you can make any friends while I’m gone. Lianne’s nice.”


Cecily went back inside, and once again went cautiously through, which wasn’t helped by her inexperience with a body like the one she had. She managed to reach a bathroom, and once again luckily for her, it was a single-person one with a lock on the door. She went in and sat on the toilet, her impressive rear end squishing under her weight. No longer focused on her task, she was free to turn her attention to her own body. It was… very curvy and buxom. Her breasts had pulled her shirt tight in their growth, her nipples protruding proudly against it, and it was straining pretty hard against her now. She wasn’t too sure on her sizes, but they had to be good DDs or so. And down below, her pants were tight, and she wasn’t actually sure she was done there yet.


After a few seconds of attention, she observed that she indeed wasn’t quite finished. Her pants were getting ever tighter, and the feeling was painful. She quickly undid her belt and took it off, and grabbed the top of her pants. But now was the hard part. Her butt was huge; big and wide and thick, the thing was easily a foot, maybe more, thick. She tried to get her pants over it in many ways, grunting and twisting them in her attempt. After her effort, she’d only exposed the very top of her butt, where her panties could be seen being swallowed by its size. They were very tight too, but she didn’t dare do anything with those, no matter how bad they got. She gave up her effort, and sighed. A bit of wetness appeared at her eyes.


“W-why me? Why did I have to… have to grow like this? Is it something I did? Why…” Cecily turned her teary face to the mirror. Her breasts, she saw, were big and heavy, their forms standing out proudly from her chest. With each shuddering breath she took, they shook slightly. As she watched them, she thought a bit differently. Aside from Allie lately, no one had really ever paid her attention. She’d always been awkward around other people, and much preferred the company of plant life. But with a bosom like this… maybe someone, somewhere, might…


She hesitantly slipped a hand into her shirt, the bottom of which hung just above her belly due to what her breasts demanded. She felt the underside of one, pressing her hand into its softness. It actually felt pretty good. Cecily explored her breast a bit with her hand, its lovely round self giving as she pressed it, but it was also pleasantly firm. Somewhat curious now, she reached for the top button of her shirt with sweaty hands. She undid it, and there was a small commotion as room was given to her mammaries. She undid a few more, her breasts happily going out of the space given them. Now a bit excited, she undid all the buttons, and let her chest free.


Cecily looked at her now-naked torso in the mirror, and a small smile crept up on her face. Her breasts were big and bouncy, but not unnaturally large. Her nipples had gone back down to a neutral state, and her areolae spread a few inches from them. She softly stroked one with her finger, and the nipple slowly came back out, sticking out proudly from the roundness backing it. Her smile grew wider. She actually began to think it was pretty good. They were a bit too big, in her opinion, but she’d manage.


She turned her attention lower. Down there, on the other hand… She again registered that her pants were painfully tight, but still had no way to do anything about it. Still, she tried again in pulling them off. This time, to her surprise, they were coming off flawlessly! It was almost like magic! She suddenly stopped with that thought. “Magic? Maybe that’s what made this happen. There are two sorceresses around here… maybe Miss Carline or Anni screwed up?” She pulled her pants down over her expansive rear end, dropping them to the floor of the bathroom.


She stood up, and looked in the mirror again, this time at her lower half. Her hips were much wider than her shoulders from all this; she placed a hand on them and slid it down, making sure to lift it off when she passed her overtaxed underwear. Her thighs, as she felt as well as saw, were thick enough that they contacted each other just with her standing there. That, she thought, was going to take some time to get used to. She rubbed them a bit together, and felt their lovely thickness. “Oh my god…” She said quietly. “Am I actually liking this?”


Then, somewhat anxious, she half-turned her lower body. She gasped as she saw her huge butt. It was unreal. Each cheek had to be larger than her head, yet it did not sag at all, jutting out perfectly behind her. Her panties had been transformed into the skimpiest of thongs by its size, disappearing right where it split and tight against her. She let a shaking hand onto her butt and squeezed. It was completely real, and very soft. Her other hand joined as she disbelievingly felt her bottom. It was wonderful, just like her breasts; thick and juicy and round.


Cecily heard a knock on the door then, and froze. “Hey, who’s in here? I thought I heard something.” She recognized it as Anni’s voice. “J-just me, Anni! I’m having a bit of… of a personal issue.” “You mean like… that issue, or…?” “No! Not that one!” She sat in thought of what to do. Anni was a sorceress, after all. Cecily, to her very much surprise, really liked these curves. But maybe Anni could at least enlighten her to why this had-


“Wait.” She said. “Hm?” Came Anni’s voice from outside. “Anni… did you… do something to me?” “Huh? No, not at all~” The way Anni said that already confirmed it to Cecily. She grabbed the knob and opened the door a bit, where Anni was standing, and looking innocent. “Anni… why’d you do it?” “Do what?” Cecily opened the door the rest of the way, showing her voluptuous form, with her other arm covering her breasts. “I know you made me curvy. Why’d you give me these great big breasts? And why’d you give me such a big… a big butt?” Anni looked her over. “Wow, I did this well. You look great.” Cecily blushed, unsure of what to think about that. “Did she just say I look great? She’s another woman, and she just gave me these…”


Anni looked over her shoulder. “Maybe we should get somewhere more private if we’re gonna be talking. You don’t want everyone else seeing you like this, do you?” Cecily shook her head. “N-no! I-” “Alright then…” Anni levitated Cecily’s shirt and pants to her. “Here, carry these, would you? I’ll make sure no one sees us.” “A-alright.”


They turned and left, and every time they reached somewhere that someone might come out of, Anni briefly turned her hand toward it. She also put her hand around corners first thing whenever they reached them. Cecily was becoming curious. “Anni, if you don’t mind me asking… why is magic so handy? Er, Handsy. Hand-like. Um…” “Why do I use my hands so much?” “Yeah.” “Magic’s all in the hands. ‘s how it works. A sorceress without hands wouldn’t be able to do magic. I’ve no idea why; Carline tells me they’ve been studying it for centuries, but have found nothing yet.” “Oh.”


The two women passed up the employee lounge area, Anni’s hands rather active in searching that part. “Okay, no one here. We’re almost there.” “Where are we going? It’s only a dead end after this.” “It’s not a dead end. It’s my room.” Cecily suddenly blushed from that. “Her room? Does that mean that she wants to…?”


They reached the door, and Anni motioned Cecily to go in first. She did, her naked thighs brushing against each other, a feeling she had had the entire way there, and she kind of enjoyed. She bumped into the doorframe, though, unused to her broad hips. “Oh!” She stumbled, but before she fell, Anni caught her. “You okay?” Anni had inadvertently grabbed her large butt, and Cecily blushed some more. “F-fine, thanks.” She went in the door, this time minding where her hips were, and Anni shut and locked it. Anni went and sat down on the bed, and stoically beckoned Cecily over with her hand. Cecily came and sat, a quiet gasp leaving her when she felt her huge butt compress under her. “Th-that’s so wonderful.” Anni looked at it disinterestedly. “Eh, not my thing.” Cecily now was dying of curiosity. “Um, Anni… are… are you…” “What?” “Are you gay?” She blurted out, and quickly covered her mouth. “No!” Anni declared in a knee-jerk fashion. Cecily nervously spoke into her hands. “But… you made me all curvy… and invited me alone into your room…” Anni realized now how that looked. “No! I’m not gay! A-at least, I don’t think I’m gay…” She turned her head away. “I just like boobs, okay? I’m not like Carline. I… I like men! I don’t have interest in other women! I’m not into butts at all, and honestly, our… um… our… vaginas… I don’t even like looking at mine.”


“Then why did you do this? Why’d you make me all… big-butted?” “I was just trying out something! It’s not like that!” “Why did you choose me for it?” “If you want me to be honest… you were just the first person I came across today. But I also noticed you don’t have a lot of self-confidence. I thought maybe…” “If you gave me big boobs and a butt I’d be confident?” “Something like that.” Cecily thought it over. She actually, as she continuously reflected on it, really liked her womanly shape. Her breasts were big and round and heavy, her butt thick and protruding, her hips wide and alluring. “Well… have you done this before?” “Yes… why?” “What’s the biggest you’ve made someone?” “Oh! Um…” Anni hesitated. “P-probably last winter. I made my boobs huge. They were like…” She spread her arms wide. “Huge.” “What about butts?” “Never. You’re the first.” Cecily was now curious, yet again. “Could you… could you make me bigger?” “What?” “I wanna know. Could you make me bigger?” Cecily seemed excited, happy. “I… I don’t see why not…”


Cecily giggled. “How big can you go?” “On what end?” “I like my breasts as is… could you maybe do my butt some more?” “I guess… gimme a moment.” Anni walked away, into her personal bathroom. Cecily waited patiently, and then shivered. She hadn’t noticed how cold it was in this room. And there she sat, in only her far-too-small panties. She felt her nipples growing hard. She softly poked one, and fiddled a bit with the nub. It was very pleasurable, and she felt a bit of warmth going through her. Her hand came down over the entirety of it, covering both nipple and areola, but before she graduated into full-on groping, Anni returned.


The gardener hastily released herself, but Anni had already seen. “Enjoying yourself, are we?” Cecily got embarrassed and tried to change the subject. “Why is it so cold in here?” “Oh, that. It’s more comfortable for me like that. Reminds me a bit of home. Well, my old home.” Anni’s gaze went beyond Cecily, her mind going off on a tangent. “I really should write home… it’s been a while…” “Anni!” “Oh! Sorry.” The apprentice squatted a bit, staring at the underwear cutting into Cecily’s hips. “That can’t be comfortable.” “I’ve kind of gone numb to it.” Anni let a finger on the thin, overstretched cloth. “Well… let’s get rid of it.” Cecily blushed. “Oh! But it… I’ll be naked!” “I’ve got that covered.” Anni pressed hard into Cecily, trying to get underneath the string. Once she accomplished that, she jerked her arm and snapped it. “Okay, now…” She summoned pale blue cloth like she had for Jessica. “Here,” she said, holding it out to her. “Put it over your… your crotchhole.” Cecily took it and did, and Anni looked back at her. “Okay… this might feel weird.” Anni placed her hand on Cecily’s inner thigh, as close as she could will herself to her crotch, and the black substance flowed out, and over her crotch, ending about where her legs left her torso, and just behind the middle between her legs. “Better?” “Yes, very much so!”


Anni looked at her subject. “Alright, let’s do this.” She looked uncomfortable as she said her next line. “Um… if you don’t mind lying sideways so I can reach it better… magic works better if you have physical contact…” Cecily obliged, still not entirely convinced that Anni wasn’t enjoying this. As she lay sideways, she looked down herself, and her wide hips, and her plump rear. She was gorgeous. She felt Anni’s hands gently set on her butt, and wiggled a bit. “Sorry, I’m not used to anyone touching me like that…” Anni took her hands off and came around. “Okay, I set it really short, so it shouldn’t be long before-”


Cecily’s butt instantly reacted, swelling out into the air. “Oh! Wow! This feels amazing!” “Yeah, last time I pretty much turned that down to zero.” She couldn’t help but go and feel the enlarging thing, and it pushed against her hand energetically. “This is… how big is it gonna get?” She rolled over to lie on her stomach, and let her butt grow into the air. Anni sat next to her, cross-legged, and watched it rise and spread. She too let a hand drift toward it. It bubbled into her with fervor, getting ridiculously huge; each cheek had to be twice the size of her head. They pressed against each other powerfully in Cecily’s growth, and she was getting turned on by it.


“Oohh… don’t let it stop…” She felt her expanding ass with glee. “Is this what all the servants did?” “Kinda. Carline did that though.” Her thighs also got a bit thicker and her hips a bit wider, but most of the focus was in her butt. “Good lord, Cecily, you look like a pregnant woman! Only it’s your butt! And there’s two of them!” Cecily laughed at the comment. Her growing butt felt wonderful, both in and of itself and beneath her fingers. She kept her head turned to watch it, and it was enormous. She also felt, though, it slowing. “Oh… that’s all?” “What do you mean, that’s all?” Anni stood up next to the bed, still staring at her ass. “Your butt’s like as tall as I am when you’re on the bed!” “Is it really?” “Yeah!” She went over and grabbed her standing mirror, pointing it toward Cecily. “Oh my god!” She carefully slid off the bed, and stood up. Surprisingly, even though her butt was gigantic, and heavy, it wasn’t as heavy as she would have thought. She walked over, adjusting her stride as best she could to her new lower body, and checked herself out in the mirror. “It’s huge! I love it!” She ran her hand over her rear. “So wonderful… I’d had no idea having curves like this was so… so… awesome!”


“Well, about that…” “Hm?” Anni went over to her bed again. “It’s not gonna be permanent, y’know.” “What?” “Don’t worry, you’ll still have a great big butt! It’s just not gonna stay so freakishly huge.” “How big will it stay?” “Probably about what you had when we got in here.” “Oh, but I like it all big like this!” “I could make it permanent, if you want…” “Yes! …but wait, no, then I wouldn’t be able to go around very well… I mean, I have a job, and I don’t even think I can manage doorways like this…” She pondered what to do. Anni snapped her fingers. “I think I have a solution. I do like fiddling with spells.” “Oh? What do you mean to do?” “Well… maybe I could try to set it up so you can control how big your butt is there. Y’know, make it smaller when you’re doing stuff, and all huge-like when you’re not.” Cecily gasped and bounced excitedly. “Really? You can do that?” “I might be able to. It’ll probably take some time, though. Like several days.” “That’s okay!”


Cecily was really excited, but then a thought hit her. “Oh, but what about driving home? I can’t fit in my car like this, and even then, I have no clothes.” “Do you live with anyone, or need to be with anyone?” “No…” “Great! You can stay here, then! You could sleep with me.” “S-sleep with you?” “I-I mean like in my bed! Not like that!” “Oh.” Cecily came and sat down next to her, her huge, plump, soft rear lifting her and sticking out far behind her. “Anni…” “What?” “P-please, I won’t tell anyone else, but I need to know… are you a lesbian?” “No! I’m not! I… don’t want to be! I’m not interested in women like that!” “Oh…” Anni had a realization. “Cecily… are you?” “Yes… no… maybe… I don’t know! No one’s ever given me attention like you have today. I… and… you’re really pretty, and nice… and…” Anni knew where this was headed. “Sorry, Cecily; if I really am a lesbian, then it won’t be for you.”


“Oh…” Cecily’s face fell, and she almost looked heartbroken. “I… I’m sorry, Anni, I thought that maybe… maybe you… you… with making me so curvy, and liking it so much, and your room, and your friendliness…” She trailed off, on the verge of tears. Anni spoke quickly. “B-but don’t worry! There’s someone who I’m pretty sure likes you!” “Oh?” “Yeah, I was just talking to her yesterday.” “H-her?” “Yeah, it’s a girl. You’ve talked to her before. She’s pretty nice. She’s-”


Just then there was a knocking on her door. Anni turned her hand toward it. She smiled on seeing who it was. “Come on in!” “Anni, no! I’m not clothed!” The door was opened, and the one on the other end began to speak. “Miss Annilitia, I saw that cute woman again, and she had that flower I-” Allie stopped when she saw who was in the room. She clapped her hand over her mouth and blushed intensely. Cecily yelped and quickly threw her arms over her chest, and crossed her legs as best she could to hide her crotch. Allie’s muffled voice came from behind her hand, her cheeks very red. “Oh god! Sorry! I didn’t know that you were in here!” Cecily, while also incredibly embarrassed, was for yet another time today curious. “D-did you say I was cute?” Allie continued to speak from behind her hand. “Um… y-yes… really cute… but now… you’re so big and shapely…” “I-is is that bad?” “No, n-not at all! I think… I think you look great!” Cecily wiped the tears from her eyes. “Really?” “Yeah! I… I love curvaceous women…”


Cecily did another 180 in mood and was now happy and blushing. “You really think I look great?” Allie nodded meekly, slowly dropping her hand from her face. She walked over, appearing very nervous, and sat down on Cecily’s other side. She looked away, seemingly out of courtesy. “I think you’re beautiful. And n-not just because of your body.” Cecily blushed even more intensely. “Th-thank you.” Anni stood up quietly, and the other two hadn’t seemed to notice. She walked softly toward the door. “Allie…” Cecily started. The maid turned her head slightly, still trying to be polite and not stare at her. “Hm?” “I think… you’re beautiful, too.” The two sat, blushing and embarrassed, but now both elated. Anni could tell that much, and so decided to leave them alone a bit. “I hope they work out… Cecily sounded like she really needs someone…” She reached the door, and had another thought. “Why are so many of Carline’s servants getting someone when I’m not?” Anni looked back, though, and saw Allie and Cecily looking into each other’s eyes. At that, she decided that it wasn’t her right to complain about something like that, so she smiled and shut the door, locking it behind her.