Why does that spell even exist? (BE story)

[Chaos Echo]

The sorceress sat alone, in a brightly lit part of her study. She sighed and closed the book she was reading. Today was yet another day of boredom, no vile schemes coming to mind. It was one of those days where she would just pore over her volumes of collected knowledge, looking up useful things like spells to trivial things like house painting. She collected books all the time when she went out and tormented the locals, so there was never a shortage of new things to read, and practicing and mastering the new magic she gleaned was time consuming as well.


She opened another book, this one on magic, and began to read. She quickly grew bored, and started to skim over it, but then her eyes went over a spell that caught her interest. She blushed slightly. “Why would there even be a spell for that?” She wondered. She got up and looked in the mirror across the room, and kind of understood why someone would come up with it. Her figure was not curvy in any particular way, but it was the kind of sexy-thin that seemed to be the “in” thing these days. The dull red dress she wore hung loosely on her, not making much effort to emphasize what she did have. Her waist-length black hair fell in no particular fashion all over her head and shoulders, as she had made no attempt to pretty up, knowing she would have no contact with others today, aside from her faithful servant Tuicia. Some of it landed in her practically nonexistent cleavage, mildly tickling her, so she promptly removed it.


The spell needed to be tested, but it was new, and it was never a good idea to test the unknown on yourself, especially if it was the arcane. So she called out, magically amplifying her voice to be heard throughout the entire mansion. “Tuicia! Could you come here for me?” After a period of waiting, during which the sorceress attempted to make her hair somewhat less of a mess, a young woman in her mid-twenties made her appearance. “Oui, ma Madame? You called for me?” The sorceress gave something between a scoff and a chuckle, and told her, “Please, you’ve been working under me for almost 8 years now. Why are you still so formal? Call me Carline.” Tuicia gave a slight bow. “Sorry, Madame, it is ze way Ah was raised.” Carline’s eyes, spell still in mind, subconsciously drifted down toward Tuicia’s breasts. They were decently sized, but not enormous. Maybe a C cup? She didn’t know. She never bothered to wear a bra herself. They were pushed up by the low-cut, strapless, dark top that she wore, tanned and firm. It was not that Carline was into women, exactly, but more accurately she was amused by and very interested in the female form. She looked back up. Her servant hadn’t seemed to notice.


“Tuicia, I have come across a new spell. I need a test subject. You are my closest servant (of the few I have), so I figured you would be the most apt.” The attendant fidgeted nervously in response, playing with a lock of brown hair that came down over her face. “Don’t you sink it would be a better idea to try it on someone of no eemportance? Ah don’t mean to challenge your aus’ority, but…“ She trailed off. “Relax. It’s not a violent or painful one. I wouldn’t do something like that to you,” Carline assured her. Tuicia was immediately less apprehensive. Her master might be an evil sorceress, but she was not the kind who went around lying to her minions. “Alright, zhen, what is zis spell you speak of?” “It’s a SURPRISE!” With the last words, the sorceress thrust her hands at her servant, glowing with magic.


Both of them stood there awkwardly for a good minute or two. Nothing had happened. Carline lowered her hands. “Well… um… maybe there’s a delay?” Tuicia asked again, “What is zis spell supposed to do, anyway?” The sorceress was puzzled. She was sure she’d done everything correctly. She changed the subject as though she had not heard the question. “So… something I’ve been wondering. In all the years I’ve known you, I’ve never quite placed your accent. What is it?” Her servant stared incredulously. “Madame, ‘ow do you not remember? You picked moi up while in France! It was not zat long ago!” “Seriously? Are you sure? You don’t sound quite right.” “What do you mean, am Ah sure? Ah sink Ah would know if my accent was correct or not.” “Besides, your name sounds more Italian, and I didn’t think the French were dark-skinned.” Tuicia was beginning to get disgruntled. “Madame, what of it if Ah don’t fit eento your stereotypes perfehctly? ‘ow would you like it if Ah scrutinized your name, Cahr-leen, and your-“ She stopped, as Carline had been staring at her chest for the latter parts of the rant. “And what are you doing… now…” She looked down as well, and saw that her nipples had become very plainly erect. She squealed loudly, and her hands flew to cover herself. “Ah am sorry, ma Madame, Ah ‘ave no idea why zat ‘appened!”


Then she felt a very pleasurable tingle in her chest. “Oh… what is zis feeling?” She tentatively removed her hands from herself, as the sensation grew stronger and stronger. Suddenly her breasts started to bulge out. She shrieked a second time and put her hands over her chest again, blushing furiously. “Zis is not a normal action! Ah don’t know what is going on!” Flesh was quickly beginning to fill space it did not before, breasts growing outward and against each other, producing a feeling unlike any she’d ever had before. “No! No no no no no no NO! Why is such a sing like zis ‘appening?” She suddenly paused with realization. “Zat spell! Ze spell zat you used on moi! What was it for? What was…” Then she cut off in midsentence and moaned pleasurably. “Ohhh… zis should not feel as good as it does… but… it is… wonderful… c’est magnifique…” The still-growing woman removed her hands from her bosom, and slowly began to take off one of her gloves. As she did so, Carline continued to watch, amazed and excited it had worked so well. Tuicia’s breasts had filled out wonderfully, and were beginning to stretch her top, and pull it down some; her areolae were slightly peeking out over it. Finished with her glove task, Tuicia carefully lowered her naked hand toward her right breast. She hesitated a moment, just above, but for too long: it swelled into her hand on its own. She moaned again in response to this. “Why… why does a spell like zis even exist?”


Just then, on her other end, her butt started to grow, but not nearly at the rate of her breasts. “N-no! Zat is… zat is too far…, ” she protested weakly. She moved her free hand down and clamped down, as though that would stop the growth. Instead, it merely gave her more of that unfightable pleasure. Her skirt slowly began to be pulled up by her enlarging rear, and her top was revealing more than she’d ever wanted of her breasts. And then, just like that, it had stopped. There was a bit more running of her hands over herself, and then she stopped as well. Her breasts were as big as her head now, her top working hard to keep them reined in. Her butt, previously noticeable but not remarkable, now had both a pleasant size and shape, stretching her skirt across it and having pulled the skirt up from knee-length to mid-thigh. Carline moved closer, and cautiously reached to Tuicia, who was still blushing heavily, and rested a hand on her heaving breast. “Um… well then… I’d er… say that was rather successful?” The servant feebly batted her hand away. “Ma… ma Madame… Ah’d ‘ad my suspicions for a while… but ah did not truly sink zat you were… une lesbienne?” “Nah, it’s not like that. It’s complicated,” she objected, still staring at the new assets Tuicia possessed. “And yet, ze look in your eyes tells me zat you’d like to try zis again for some even larger results.” Tuicia inhaled deeply, calming herself down a bit.


“Fine. Go on a’ead. Ah will brace myself zis time.” She got into a strange stance, apparently attempting to do just that. Carline didn’t go just yet. “Soo… for posterity… what did it feel like?” Tuicia slackened. “Oh, Madame, it was wonderful…” The sorceress immediately fired the spell again while she was unfocused. “You sneaky woman!” Tuicia cried, and immediately grabbed her skirt and started pulling it down. “Whoa! What are you doing?!” Carline was startled by this sudden, out of character action. “Using my ‘ead. If ze spell ‘as a delay like last time, zen I am going to take advantage of it and remove mes clozhing before it gets ruined, in ‘opes that maybe zese curves will wear off and Ah can wear zem again. It’s not like you wouldn’t be seeing my ‘alf naked form anyway at zis point.” The point noted, Carline watched as her servant tugged at her skirt, attempting to force it over her bloated posterior. “Did… did you need help with that?” “No, Ah am fine, sank you.” She replied, without sarcasm. After a decent struggle, she got it off, and it fell to the floor around her feet. Her lower body was now revealed, pink, tall thigh-high stockings covering most of it, and her too-tight panties, thanks to her increased size, also visible, and the entire front covered by the strange garment she wore between her top and skirt, which draped over the front of her body. She then moved to her top. “Zis is embarrassing, but ze alternative leads to it anyway, so zere’s no point in waiting…” She pulled it down as well, not taking nearly as much effort, since her breasts had done most of the work already, and it slid down to rest on her hips. In full view, her breasts bounced slightly from the movement, their fairly dark skin lovely and flawless. Her nipples, though larger from the spell, were no longer erect as before.


Carline’s mouth was hanging open. “Wow. This… wow. This is something I’ve never seen from you before. Your body is incredible.” Tuicia blushed slightly in response. “Most of it is from ze spell, Madame, do not forget. And are you sure you are not une lesbienne? You’re not doing a great job of convincing moi.” Suddenly, her nipples hardened and grew again. “Oh! And it begins again!” The sensation returned, and she resumed her perma-blush from before. Her breast flesh once again pressed together in its growth, and she put an arm under them for support. “’ow did... ooh… ‘ow did you even find zis?” Carline looked around for the book again, and read the title. “Um… Magick of Physical Self-Alteration (most of it being things I would see in my nightmares), in a chapter claiming Appearance Enhancing Magick. Really? They spell magic with a K? Aren’t they cool.” She remarked disdainfully. “And as for which spell… It claims ‘Making One’s Breasts Divine in Both Form and Size, to Appeal to Those of Desire’.” She paused a moment, before adding, “and I may have also dipped into the ‘Making One’s Buttocks Divine in Form and Size, to Appeal to Those of Desire.’ (they really aren’t big on making things concise and different sounding, are they?)” Tuicia jerked her head toward her rear, which had started its wave of growth earlier than last time, in response. “Ah could ‘ave guessed zat one myself, Ah sink. Oh, mes sous-v?tements are beginning to creep into places uncomfortable…” She continued lightly and absentmindedly fingering her still-growing assets, before asking, “Does your book have anyzing on ze duration of it, Madame?” Carline read it over again, and her face fell a bit. “It wears off gradually after a few days. Man, I wanted something permanent.” Though she was annoyed that her master was short-sighted enough to have been willing to sacrifice her ability to function probably, she assured her anyway, “Ah, but it is not as zough you can never use ze spell again, Madame. Ah am sure anozher day will come by where zere is nossing to do…”


She felt the sensation continuing to build inside her. “Ze ozher servants. Are any of zem ‘ere today?” Carline cocked her head in thought. “No, they shouldn’t be. I gave everyone off today. You only volunteered to show up anyway out of nothing better to do.” Tuicia was satisfied with this answer. “Perfect. Zat means no one but you can ‘ear me.” As she said this, she stepped out of her skirt, still on the ground, and walked unsteadily over to where Carline had been sitting to start, heels clicking on the floor. Carline was about to question why that was relevant, when Tuicia sat down, pulled the desk closer, and rested her breasts, which were now between medicine ball and twice her head in size, on it. She then began to grope her chest vigorously and unabashedly, exclaiming things in French intermittently and quietly moaning otherwise, her voice getting higher and higher. Alongside her voice, she rose higher and higher off of the chair as her butt ballooned. Carline began to worry that she had gone too far, when suddenly a tearing made them both stop what they were doing. Tuicia’s panties, which had already been stretching dangerously to withhold the new plumpness, had finally given way. She yelped and jumped up, facing her master, and moved to cover her crotch with her hands; a somewhat curious gesture, as the aforementioned garment around her waist did that already. She couldn’t hold them there for long, as her filling bosom called to her again. By now though, the growth was slowing, and they stopped at somewhere just under three times her head’s size.


As with last time, the touching went on for a few more moments afterward before ceasing. Tuicia was out of breath. “Oh… ma… ma Madame… zat was… incredible…” Carline once again went over and laid a hand on her chest, and this time she softly cooed in response. “Zey are… so senseetive now…” The sorceress flashed a lecherous look, and gave a soft stroke of her servant’s stunning breast. Tuicia moaned again, too drained to properly react. “’ow long ‘ave you ‘ad… zis perverted streak, Madame?” The sorceress snickered. “And you were chewing me out for not remembering where you came from.” She circled behind her servant. Her butt was gorgeous… it was like one of those bubble butts you’d see in some pin-up, and her hips had widened and thighs thickened slightly to match. Tuicia could not even be bothered to turn around to scold her. “Madame… what are you doing back ze-?” Before she had finished, her master gave her a quick experimental smack on the behind. She squeaked in response, and spun to face her, getting deeply red in the face again. “What do you sink you are doing, Madame!? Zat is not a proper be’avior for one of your status!” Now that the spell was over with, her composure was returning, and she was starting to feel uncomfortable about her new curves. Carline was disappointed. Her servant’s butt was one of the firm ones, like her chest, and not the jiggly kind like she’d hoped. Tuicia shakily walked back over to her skirt, and bent over (“do not look, Madame!”) to grab it, and while she was down, she removed her heels. “Zat should ‘elp wizh ze walking, at least…” Then she tried to drape her skirt over her chest as best as she could, and went back to the chair (facing her master all the while) and sat down again, setting her hands in her lap just to be sure she was covered. That accomplished, she spoke up. “Ohh… you ‘ave no idea ‘ow it feels, suddenly ‘aving so much more… cushioning, when you sit. ‘itting ze chair so much sooner zen expected…” Her eyes shut for a moment, lost in this strange new squishiness she possessed. “So… were you ever going to use ze spell on yourself, Madame? Ah recall zis being a test, to start wizh, and Ah assume it was for you.”


“Oh yeah! I’d almost forgotten! Of course I was!” She took her own gloves, and laid them on the desk. “If I’m gonna feel this, then I’m gonna do it with my bare hands!”


Her hands began glowing more intensely than either of the previous attempts. “Since this is only temporary, I’m gonna overdo it so freakin’ hard! Oh yeah! I’m gonna have the biggest tits and ass in the land until it subsides!” With that, she grabbed her petite breasts and sent the magic flowing. It felt amazing, just as her servant had said, and the expansion hadn’t even started yet! She removed her hands from her chest, and used her remaining magic to swirl her hair into a braid, to keep it out of the way. “I’m already magically exhausted from all I’ve done today” She looked over at her attendant, who was still recuperating. “… and judging by you, I’m gonna be physically exhausted, too.” She preemptively pulled her neckline below her chest, to minimize the stretching to her dress, noting with disappointment that her breasts were not (yet) even big enough to hold it there themselves. They both watched intently, Tuicia to find out what it looked like from a second-person perspective, Carline for the boobs, and there was silence for a while. “How long did we have to wait for you to start? I’m starting to debate-” Without warning, her nipples engorged and became erect, quickly swelling to several inches long. “…oh. Yours were never this big. I’ve got both a good and bad feeling about this…” Suddenly she was hit by the most immense wave of pleasure she’d ever experienced in her (only barely) three decades of life. She cried out loudly and pleasurably, almost climaxing on the spot. Her breasts bulged out almost instantly from not-quite-fist-sized to basketball-sized. This led to her discovering two things. One: they were very sensitive, as Tuicia had said, as she brushed one with her hand on letting go of her dress. Two: hers were not the firm type like her servant’s, but the very jiggly type. It took a bit for them to calm down after the initial burst of growth. When they stopped, she put her hand on one and pressed it into the soft tissue. She let out a light gasp from the feeling. “Ooh… Tuicia, you didn’t do this justice with your description…” The continued bulging of her breast sent her hand further and further from her body. By now she had large watermelons hanging from her chest, with still no sign of stopping.


Then the same tingling started up down in the back. “Oh! I forgot about that! Could you be a dear and handle this? I’m… a little occupied over here.” As she continued to prod and squeeze her bosom, Tuicia got up and came over to her. She noticed, now, that despite their size, her breasts did not weigh as much as they should, and also seemed perkier and rounder than they would be. Balance aside, she didn’t need to strain much to hold them up, which was a relief. She arrived at her side, but before she fulfilled the request, she paused. “What… ooh… what are you doing? Hurry up!” Tuicia rose her hand up, hesitated for a moment, and then had a devious thought. In a role reversal, she ran her hand over her master’s chest. Carline moaned sensually. “N…no. Can’t that wait until this is over with? Or at least until we get my dress in the clear?” “Alright, zen, give moi a moment.” She bent down, mostly using her legs out of fear of bending at the waist, and grabbed her master’s dress. She bunched up both the outer layer and the silky inner one, and began to pull them up. It was rather difficult to do one-handed and sideways, but she doubted her ability to do so in the front, due to a couple of space-dominating melons. She reached her madam’s rear with the cloth, and it caught. Her butt was already starting to grow, and her dress had gotten tight on it. “What’s the holdup? You’d better… mmm… you’d better not get this ripped! I haven’t looked into magically repairing clothes yet, and I like this dress!”


“Madame, it is caught on your derri?re!” “My what?” “Your be’ind, Madame!” “Oh. Well then pull it up and over! And don’t be too rough about it! It’s starting to get pretty sensi -oh my- sensitive, too!” “Zis feels so awkward, Madame!” Tuicia tugged at it, and it gradually slid up the growing buttocks. She managed to get it over, where it was held up decently by the expanse of her posterior. She sighed in relief. “I got it, Madame.” She opened her eyes, which she had closed in concentration, and was greeted by a beautiful, round, (though rather pale) butt. It had to be sticking out at least two feet by now, a marked change from the previous flatness it once had. And she also spotted- “Madame… you wear a song? Ah did not sink you were zat risqu?…” Carline’s head whipped around, face somehow even more red than before, and she clumsily tried to hide it with her hands. “N-not normally! Just s-sometimes, when I’m bored, o-or when I can’t be bothered to reach over and get normal ones!” “Well, Ah cannot speak for normallee, but it looks nice right now.” “A-and you were questioning my sexuality? You’re admiring my ass!” “Oh, Madame, but you cannot see it. You do not ‘ave to be une lesbienne to recognize when someone ‘as got a nice butt.” Carline removed her hands, and stared at it in its juicy glory. “I… I suppose so…” She felt a tickling from her bust, and turned her attention to it again. The long strand of hair she kept over the front had managed to get stuck in her cleavage, just like before she called for Tuicia, while she was turned. She tried to remove it, but the pressure from her breast growth kept it firmly between them. She sighed, and began to pry them apart to retrieve her hair from the depths. Before she got far, she was stopped by the ridiculous sensitivity, and became weak in the knees. Tuicia sensed what was coming and scuttled (still crouching) out of the way, as her master fell over backwards.


She landed softly on her large rear, bouncing slightly on impact. But where everything was well behind, in front, her lovely, bounteous breasts were jiggling wildly from the fall. She clapped her hands over them to stop the movement, but it did little to help, and only aroused her more. After they finished, there was silence. She took in her breasts, which had now ended their growth. They were far larger than her servant’s, being probably five or six head sizes to Tuicia’s three. She slowly turned and gazed at her backside, which protruded a good three feet, if it were not compressed by her sitting on it. She also noticed that her thong must have sacrificed itself somewhere during the landing, as it was nowhere to be seen. She sighed and turned back toward her front, where she could not even reach to the peaks of her breasts, but could feel that her nipples were still powerfully hard, not yet having waned. She looked over at Tuicia, who had sat down next to her, and spoke, now out of breath like she had been. “So… I’d say all in all… a success.” “Oui, Madame, Ah would ‘ave to agree wizh zat.” “…I’m thinking… we’ll need to give the others… some more days off… while we return to normal…” “Mmhmm… wonderful as it felt, Ah would razher not be seen by ozhers like zis.” “It was great though… most… stimulating thing I’ve ever felt.” “Mmm… Ah sink Ah ‘ave ‘ad one ozher…” “What? What could you have done… that beats this?” “Zat, Madame, is a secret Ah will never tell.” Carline sighed deeply. “I think… I’ll dedicate some time… to messing with this later… and maybe… I’ll look into clothing restoration… so we can have more fun next time…” “Now, now, Madame, we should not be ‘ogging all of ze fun… we should try it on someone else next time…” Carline snickered. “How about Anni? …I bet… we could freak her out with it.” “Annee? Sounds good. But are you sure you wish to display your… sexuelle deviance to everyone so readeely?” “Pff… if they haven’t figured it out yet… then it’s time for them to wake up.”


“Now, I am completely exhausted… do you mind if…?” Tuicia knew already what she meant. “Go on a’ead. It is not as if Ah could do anyzing anyway right now.” Carline nodded in thanks, scooted forward a bit, and leaned sideways to rest her head on her servant’s large and soft bust. Tuicia let out a light gasp from the feeling, but restrained herself. Her master fell asleep almost instantly. She was not used to such exertion, physical or magical. Tuicia felt herself growing tired too. She put her arms on top of her breasts, and laid her head on them.

“Why does a spell like zat even exist?”
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I didn't get a response in the other thread I have, so I made a new one. If I need to get rid of this one and move it over there, tell me.