Why does that spell even exist? (BE story)

[Chaos Echo]

And Chapter 11 out quickly, being one of the chapters I had half-written out already

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“Yeah? Why?” Anni sat on her bed, filing her nails. With her was Allie, and the two women were conversing. “Well, I just wanted you to show me some magic, miss. I always loved how it looks.” “Hell no. My birthmark is staying where it is, whether I can heal it or not. If I find a reason to show anyone my legs, then they should be the kind of person who can accept it.” “Who has seen it?” “No one, not since I’ve lived with these fools. Why so curious?” “I’m just wondering. You bring up something like a birthmark in conversation, and I question about it.” “It’s big and red and nasty. We’ll leave it at that.”


There was a knock at the door, and Tuicia’s voice was heard through it. “Annee? Ah would like to talk wizh you, if you do not mind.” “K.” Tuicia opened the door and entered. “‘ello, Allie.” “Oh, hi Miss Ombruge.” “Now Anni, somezing ‘as been worrying moi.” “Oh, should I be leaving, miss? I can if you’d like.” “If you would, Allie. Zis is somezing Ah would like to discuss in private wizh Annee.” Allie got up and left the room obediently, shutting the door behind her as she went.


Tuicia sat down with Anni, who was still focusing her attention on her nails. She blew on them and held the back of her hand to Tuicia. “What do you think?” “Very lovely, Annee. But Ah ‘ave come to speak wizh you about somezing bozhering moi. Somezing important.” “Oh? Why me? Why not Carline?” “Because it is about Madame. Ah figured now would be ze best time, since she is gone.” “What about her?” “Well… you see…” Tuicia trailed off, starting her usual nervous tic of alternately running her hands down her sideswept bangs. “You know ‘ow Ah admire ma Madame, yes?” “Yeah. As does literally everyone here.” “Well… lately… Ah ‘ave been feeling… different about ‘er.” “Different… how?” “She ‘as been ze ‘ighlight of my life for a long time now, as you know… but just recently… Ah feel like… like Ah am becoming… attracted to ‘er.”


Anni stared in disbelief, then threw her arms into the air. “The hell? Am I the only person here who’s straight?” “Bien au contraire, Annee. Ah am not une lesbienne. Ah feel nozhing about ‘er appearance; zere is no physical attraction. It is only to ‘ow she is as a person. But it makes no sense. ‘ow could Ah possibly be attracted to Madame like zat? She is a wonderful woman, do not get me wrong; but… Ah am confused, Anni.” “What am I supposed to do about it?” “What does it mean? Ah don’t understand!” “Oh, well you know how much of an experienced love guru I am, what with how I was at the ripe old age of fourteen and had been in a plethora of relationships when you took me in.” “Ah do not want sarcasm! Please, Annee! Don’t you ‘ave anyzing?”


The door quietly opened, and Allie stepped in again. She bowed several timed while apologizing. “Sorry, Miss Ombruge, but I was listening at the door.” “Allie! Ah said zis was private!” “I know! Sorry! Sorry! But… with your relationship with Miss Carline…” “Oh! What of it! You ‘ad better not spread around what Ah ‘ave said!” “No, never! But, are you sure it’s romantic attraction, miss? I mean, maybe you’re confusing it with something else. Maybe you’re thinking of her like a sibling or something. Like, platonic love. But now you’ve just become close enough that it’s only now hit you.”


Tuicia chewed on her statement. “…per’aps. Y-yes, zat must be it. Merci, Allie. But no more listening in on conversations!” Allie bowed again apologetically. “Sorry.” “Zis conversation… no one can know, Allie. Do you ‘ear me? No one!” “Yes, miss.” Allie started to leave again, but Tuicia stopped her. “Before you go, Allie, Ah must know. Why do you wear zat maid uniform?” “Oh! I was told we were supposed to.” “No one else wears one. You ‘ave been working ‘ere almost two weeks now. ‘ow ‘ave you not noticed?” “I thought everyone else was just shirking dress code.” “‘ow could you… zere isn’t one, Allie.” Allie stamped her foot. “Darn it, Denise! You lied to me!” She turned and briskly left the room, shutting the door again.


Now alone with Anni again, Tuicia continued speaking her thoughts. “Yes… yes, Allie must be right. ‘ow silly of me. And besides, it could never work, even if Ah was attracted to Madame… We could not ‘ave a family… Ah am not even sure if we could be married. And she still grieves Ghatteus. Yes, it could never ‘ave ‘appened… what was Ah sinking…” Anni snapped her fingers, bringing Tuicia back to attention that she was there. “I can’t really help with your issue there… but I do know something that can benefit both of us right now.” “Oh?” “Carline told me to practice magic while she was gone, just to do whatever, increase my reserve and whatnot. So, I’ll let you in on a secret. When life builds up too much, I use the buxom spell on myself, among other things. It’s very therapeutic.” “… is it really?” “Yeah.” “Zen, if you do not mind…” Anni got a mischievous smirk, and her hands glowed pink.


Tuicia was immediately suspicious. “What was ze look for?” “Well, now your boobs are gonna get big enough that your weird corset or bustier or whatever won’t be able to hold ‘em.” “Oh! Ah did not even sink about it! Don’t look!” “Fat chance. This is great revenge for when you guys “showed me” the spell.” “You are still ‘olding a grudge about zat? Oh! Wait, does zat mean Ah will…?” “Hell yeah you’re lactating.” “You sneaky woman!” Since there was little hope of averting this, Tuicia got up and crossed the room to lock the door. “Ah won’t ‘ave anyone walking in and seeing my exposed breasts. Ze fact zat you will is bad enough.” She sat back down on Anni’s bed, and contemplated the spell. “Ah ‘ave not actually been under ze effects of it since you and Madame kidnapped princesse Ruhtina…” She felt her nipples harden, poking through her top. “Oh! Ah really must remake zis wizh a zicker material… Ah can’t ‘ave zis ‘appening whenever Ah am aroused… my nipples always stick out so far…”


She felt the pleasurable feeling begin now, and squirmed a bit. “Ooh… Ah do not remember ze good feeling setting in until later…” With the feeling came a separate one, a slight tingling. “And Ah do not remember zis at all…” “Probably because it didn’t happen.” Tuicia realized what she meant as she felt the tingling build, centering at her nipples. “Oop! Zis part!” She moved her hand to her chest, pulling her bustier out a bit. White droplets hung from her hard nipples. “Ooh… one of ze signs of maternity…” She wiped one with her finger, and shuddered from the resulting sensation. She brought in her whole hand, with the intent of giving her nipple an experimental squeeze. She hovered above it, and before she made her move, her breast started growing and came into her hand of its own accord. “Oh!” The sensation was wonderful, and without thinking, she began to run her hand all over her breast, and it was followed by the same action on the other side, as both took in handfuls of swelling bosom. “Zis… ooh… it ‘as been too long since Ah ‘ave experienced zis…” Shifting position so that she was on her knees, she pulled out one breast, and moved both hands to it. She kneaded it, feeling the growing, soft, firm flesh of it beneath her hands. She took the time to quickly remove her gloves, and set them neatly beside herself. She continued her self-groping with her now-naked hands, and it felt even better on her increasingly large breasts. Milk from the still-hidden one was making a dark spot in her top, and the one that was out was trickling unsteadily onto her skirt.


“Ooh… oh… Anni, did it feel zis good when you were lactating?” She continued to moan as she fondled her almost head-sized breast, and its milk stream was slowly increasing in flow. Her still-clothed one was trapped within her corset, a dark stream making its way down as her breast tried to escape. Anni had been watching the entire time, and decided to join in the fun. She scooted closer to the sensually-moaning Tuicia, and wedged her hand between Tuicia’s top and breast, wiggling it to create room to fit. “Ooh… what are you doing, Annee…?” There wasn’t really room for her to do anything in there, so she just wiggled her fingers to the best of her ability. The sensation of another’s touch was amazing. Tuicia gasped and cooed a bit, and she closed her eyes, taking in all of it. “Mmm… Annee, take it out… ‘e is so lonely in zere…” Anni grabbed the top of Tuicia’s corset, and began to pull it down. It was too tight on her breast for that to be particularly viable, and getting ever-tighter, so instead she pushed the soft mass sideways, trying to squeeze it into the space that normally held the other. “Ah! Annee, what are you doiAH!” After the short struggle, it too was free, and the pressure release sent a short spurt of milk onto Anni’s shirt. She didn’t seem to mind, though, as she groped the swelling mass unhindered.


“Annee, youooo! …you said you were straight!” Anni looked her in the eyes as she took in handfuls of the growing, milk producing globes. “Yeah, I am. So?” “Ah don’t want zis being a situation like wizh Madame. Ah! Ooo… A-are you really or no?” “‘course I am. Being straight and really liking boobies aren’t mutually exclusive.” She slid her hands across one, both meeting at the nipple. She gave a slight squeeze of the area just around it, and another spurt of the liquid came out. She began to touch the quivering nub, scratching it lightly with her long nail, and Tuicia was completely at her mercy, not even able to fondle herself any more. “What’s the matter? Giving up already?” She lifted the watermelon-sized mass, and noticed the milk was slowing to an unsteady trickle now. “Aw, man. That means it’s getting close to finishing.” Tuicia spoke up with a weak voice. “Ooh… my breasts are not ze only sing getting close to finishing…” Anni immediately dropped the breast in disgust, and it bounced heavily. “Gross! I didn’t need to know that!” “Aw, Annee, no… do not just leave moi like zis… ‘elp me out ‘ere…” “No way! I didn’t think I got you that aroused! Ew!” “Annee… Ah am so close… zere is no way Ah can just let zis back down…” “Then go take it to the bathroom or something! I don’t need to know that!”


Tuicia shakily got up, and carefully made her way to the room branching off of Anni’s, making slow, deliberate movements the whole way. It was like someone trying to hold it in on the way to use the bathroom, which, in a way, she was. She went in and locked the door, and after only a few moments, Anni heard her quiet moans and intermittent “yes” and “oui”. They quickly built in fervor until she loudly and pleasurably cried out, exclaiming something in French. Anni put her fingers in her ears and tried to block out the sound. There was a good five minutes of quiet before she heard the small click of the door unlocking, and Tuicia came out, embarrassed and blushing, her overdeveloped breasts hanging from her chest. She came back over and gingerly sat down again. “Annee, Ah-” “Goddamn, you’re loud. You make a living on your back or something?”Tuicia was insulted by that, and became defensive. “No! What kind of a question is zat? Why so rude all of ze sudden?” “You just friggin completely worked yourself in my bedroom, on my bed! What do you want me to be like?” “You ‘elped, do not forget. You were right up ‘ere, caressing my bosom as much as Ah was.”


Both refused to make eye contact, and sat in silence for a bit. Tuicia looked at her skirt. “Oh, Ah will ‘ave to wash zis. It ‘as my milk all over it. She felt the dark streak on her bustier, unable to actually see it over her breasts. “And zat too. And Annee, Ah believe Ah got some on your shirt, and your bedsheet. If you would like moi to…” “O-okay… maybe a bit later… not now…” She trailed off, then made eye contact. “Look, I’m sorry for snapping at you. It’s just… the whole “sexuality” thing… I’m not really all comfortable with it, like you and Carline are. I mean, boobs are fine. I like boobs. Just… not with… all those things down there…” “Oh. Ah am sorry as well; sometimes Ah forget zat you are almost ten years my junior. We took you when you were so young, and ‘ad not ‘ad ze opportunities…” “Yeah, and personality type’s got nothing to do with it.” “Zat too.” They once again had a lull, and Tuicia pressed her hands into her engorged breasts, enjoying the feeling. Anni scooted closer again and delicately ran a finger along one, pressing into the pleasant roundness. “What’s it like?” Anni asked innocently. “What’s what like? Oh! You mean… making love?” She nodded. “It… erm… it feels… it feels wonderful, Annee. One of life’s greatest pleasures. Ah could not really describe it; it’s one of those things you ‘ave to experience yourself. Not zat Ah’m telling you to go off with ze first person you find, mind you. You ‘ave to find ze right person, ze one you want to spend ze rest of your life wizh, and zen… oh, Ah imagine it would be wonderful like zat. But save it for zat man. Don’t make mistakes like Ah did, Annee.”


They sat in quiet again, both thinking over the advice she’d just given, and Tuicia about Carline again, and the advice Allie had given her about her. “Oh, and Annee. Ze new recruit, Allie. You were talking wizh ‘er when Ah came in. What do you sink of ‘er?” “Allie? She seems nice enough. She’s always around one of us, or Carline, though. Doesn’t she ever do work?” “Ah ‘ave zat same complaint about ‘er. Alzough, really, Ah didn’t really intend for ‘er to be ‘ere for ‘ard work.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Well, Ah noticed zat she so ‘appened to match quite a few of Madame’s physical attractions in anozher woman. So… Ah decided to let ‘er in. She is not ze best at being a maid, but she is great eye candy for Madame, so Ah figured Ah would just accept ‘er even zough she was not quite qualified.” “Not quite qualified? How are there any kinds of qualifications for being a friggin’ maid?” “She sent moi a… a… oh, ‘ow is it called in English? Ze paper wizh all of your work ‘istory and education and such.” “You mean a r?sum??” “Yes! Zat! ‘ers was… razher small. And nozhing she ‘ad was terribly useful. At least of ze parts Ah could read…”


Tuicia cleared her throat. “But anyway. Sank you for ze… er… serapy.” She indicated her massive, heaving bosom. “You and Allie bozh. Oui, Ah am sure it is just a close platonic attraction to Madame after all. Ma sexuelle life is so messed up, Ah must ‘ave been confused as to my relationship wizh ‘er. Yes.” She stretched her arms high, and grunted as she felt a pop. “Ooh, zat felt good.” She brought her arms down, laying them to rest on her breasts. “Ah am kind of curious…” “About what?” “About ‘ow it tastes.” “About how what- no. HELL no.” Tuicia began to massage one of her overly large breasts, caressing and rubbing it, trying to get it up and producing milk again. She felt a pressure again, and wrestled with her breast in an attempt to get her nipple to her mouth. Anni got off the bed. “You know what, have fun with that. I’m just going to lock myself in the bathroom until you’re done. Tell me when you want them back to normal.” She began to make her way over there, muttering to herself as Tuicia continued her struggle. “Goddamn you’re weird…”

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God, I hope no one here actually speaks French.

Oh, and also: is there a difference between a bustier and a modern corset, like the kind that doesn't mutilate your ribs and internal organs?

[DevonCory]

Originally Posted by Chaos Echo

God, I hope no one here actually speaks French.

Well actually, french is my first language.

Good one. It was nice to hear about Anni again and learn more about her character. Oh and breast therapy. Someone has to come up with -that- in the real world!

[Chaos Echo]

Originally Posted by DevonCory

Well actually, french is my first language.

Balls. You're probably laughing as I mutilate Tuicia's speech then.

Aanyway, I dunno if this is a good idea, but before I wuss out of it: A while ago, I did up some pictures of the characters back when this was only supposed to be the four chapters, if anyone wants to see them. I don't think my art's that good, but...

[DevonCory]

Originally Posted by Chaos Echo

Balls. You're probably laughing as I mutilate Tuicia's speech then.

Hehehe. It's not that bad. Beside, if I start complaining, somebody will say that I write bad angliche.

Originally Posted by Chaos Echo

Aanyway, I dunno if this is a good idea, but before I wuss out of it: A while ago, I did up some pictures of the characters back when this was only supposed to be the four chapters, if anyone wants to see them. I don't think my art's that good, but...

Yeah, I'd be curious to see how you picture them.

[Chaos Echo]

Originally Posted by DevonCory

Hehehe. It's not that bad. Beside, if I start complaining, somebody will say that I write bad angliche.

Hey, aside from a few typos and such, I haven't noticed any issues. And while we're on the subject... if you don't mind, I'd like to hit you up on a few translationy things, so I have information from someone who knows the language much better than Google Translate.

Originally Posted by DevonCory

Yeah, I'd be curious to see how you picture them.

Alright then, I'll get to that a bit later.

EDIT: Here we go. Mind you, I'm pretty much ass at drawing, so take how they look loosely. Minus Tuicia and Anni, who pretty much turned out exactly as I picture them. Anyway, like I said, I did these up back around the first four chapters, and as such, it only has the characters from them, in order of appearance, and before any alteration on Carline and Anni's part.

[DevonCory]

Originally Posted by Chaos Echo

Hey, aside from a few typos and such, I haven't noticed any issues. And while we're on the subject... if you don't mind, I'd like to hit you up on a few translationy things, so I have information from someone who knows the language much better than Google Translate.

Of course. Send them up.

Originally Posted by Chaos Echo

EDIT: Here we go. Mind you, I'm pretty much ass at drawing, so take how they look loosely. Minus Tuicia and Anni, who pretty much turned out exactly as I picture them.

Interestingly enough, I looked at the pictures and was able to determine who each represented before looking at the actual file name. So they may be a little rough, but they still showcase the characters pretty well.

[Chaos Echo]

Originally Posted by DevonCory

Interestingly enough, I looked at the pictures and was able to determine who each represented before looking at the actual file name. So they may be a little rough, but they still showcase the characters pretty well.

Okay, so maybe my drawing skills aren't entirely bad... I just tend to be overly critical of myself a lot. I'm considering doing some other characters as well, but that's only if you or someone wants to see them.

Anyway, in more on topic news, I should have another chapter tomorrow.

[Chaos Echo]

Chapter twelve

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It was getting late in the afternoon; the sun, or rather whatever it was that mimicked it, was setting, and orange began to pervade the sky. Carline sat against a building, curled in a ball, her head down. She’d been that way for hours. Aphira was right. She was worthless. Not only did her life get screwed up again and again, but she couldn’t handle it in the least. But then, finally, a small voice manifested in her head. “No you’re not… you can’t be worthless. If you were worthless, how could you be who you are?” “I don’t understand what you mean, …uh, head me?” “Look at yourself! You are an accomplished sorceress, especially for your age; you have a dear friend in Tuicia, a devoted if somewhat… I-don’t-know-how-to-describe-her apprentice in Anni; a small gaggle of servants who have to have been spreading word about you and your change of heart. And hey, if you were worthless, you woulda killed yourself back after the incident like you’d planned to! But no, ya didn’t! Know why? Because Tuicia! Because she, some random French chick on the street that day, saw value in you, someone she didn’t even know.” “But I’ve only even been as nice in return for that in this last yearish! Before that… I treated her… well, alright, but not like what someone who saved my life should be treated! I’ve been cold and distant, and a total bitch to everyone else!” “That can’t be helped. You’ve turned yourself around, though! You’re trying to undo the damage you caused during the eight years before that! During the Redlich Massacre!”


“That’s true…” “And who the hell is Aphira to judge us? We only lost Ghatteus eight years ago! She’s been around for centuries, or millennia, or whatever she said! She had eons to get over her losses! And to adjust to the hardships she bears!” “Yeah…” “And she cares about humanity, sure, but damn! Could she at least have a little respect for someone who’s not as ready to move on from mistakes as her?” “Yeah.” “Well then what’re you doing, ya dumb ho? Go tell her off! And stop having conversations with yourself!” “Yeah!” Carline said the last one out loud, suddenly motivated. She stood up, and made her way over to Aphira’s home again, determined. She rapped on the door hard.


Aphira answered, once again in her lounging clothes. “You? What do you want? Finally ready to stop wallowing in self-pity?” “Yeah, and I’m here to tell you: you have no right to tell me off for what I did, and how I feel, and I don’t care what-” “Yes, I know.” “-you what now?” “I know I was too harsh. I’ve been alive so long, been through so many people, that even as the self-appointed benefactor of humanity, I’ve forgotten basic empathy. I’m sorry.” “You… well… that kind or wrecked my steam there.” “Good.”Carline had nothing to say as Aphira fixatedly stared into her eyes. “Well come in. I’m not gonna stand here talking to you on my doorstep.” Carline stepped inside, and followed her to the room as she continued to speak. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, sorceress, I really do. I think it’s noble of you to try to reverse a reputation as foul as yours. I mean, you really should get out and try harder, but…” She waved her hand at the television as she had previously, silencing it. Carline had a thought, still rather mad about the day’s events. “Why’d you stay in here watching television? How long did it take you to come to your conclusion?” “Oh, not long. But I knew if I let you be, you’d motivate yourself to come back here. Plus, I’m a lazy bum and didn’t want to get up again.” “So wait, I’m just supposed to get over you COMPLETELY ripping into me and my insecurities, and go on like nothing happened?” “Well, yeah. I got over you being a little bitch earlier.”


Carline was going to raise an objection, but Aphira began to speak again. “So… about Bella…” “What about her? You don’t believe me. I know you don’t.” “Look. It’s just hard to believe. I mean, she was a beast. She stood no chance against me and my magic, but against any lesser sorceress, I just… find it hard to believe.” She flopped down on the couch. Carline sat down on the other side. “And what do I have to gain from lying?” “I don’t know! Am I in your head? It’s less any inherent distrust of you than unwillingness to accept what it would imply…” She drummed her fingers on the back of the seat a few times, and then looked to have an idea. “I can prove this easily.” She stood up again.


“BELLA! Come forth!” She held her hands out, one black, the other white. There was a mighty trembling, and a nightmarish chasm opened in the floor, howling with the voices of the damned. A skeletal hand, a rotted glove semi-encasing it, grasped the edge of the void. A skeleton in rags came from within, wearing tattered remains of what Bella once wore. Once finished, it anticlimactically stood perfectly still, head down. Aphira began circling and studying it. “That’s not right… that’s not right at all… It’s her, it’s definitely her; it’s got her clothing and frame, but…” “But it’s empty.” “Exactly… her spirit is in use already.” She exhaled slowly. “Which means she is indeed alive.” “I told you that already. Why should you distrust me?” “Because, you don’t understand the significance of this. There’s a difference between reanimating someone into undeath and into full life. The latter is something only one sorceress has perfected. Not only that, but Bella’s body stands here. Which means the one she uses is not hers; but one that has been warped into her appearance, and houses her. And most worrying… her armor. It is not here.” “No shit. She had it on.” Aphira was not in the mood for backsass. “No! Don’t you get it? That means someone stole her armor for their use, that someone murdered what was likely an innocent, and that someone used that body to reanimate Bella!” Carline stared in confusion. “I don’t know how deep you’ve delved into magic, Carline, but that means that someone wants Bella back to killing sorceresses. Someone who is a sorceress herself.”


“Oh! That… what? Who would… what?” “And what concerns me the most is the actual revival of her… the only person who knows how to do that… is my daughter.” Carline was unsure how to react, so she kept a neutral face. Aphira started pacing. “But… it couldn’t possibly have been her. She’s not like that. Not at all. She must’ve taught someone. Someone who’s planning something. Someone who probably could’ve coerced her into teaching her. But I don’t know any sorceresses who are after anything like that… could something have gotten through the gap?” She turned to Carline. “You said that Bella had been neutralized, correct?” “Yes.” “Good, good. Hopefully whoever did this doesn’t know yet. She’ll be waiting still if she doesn’t.” She paused, before coming to a conclusion. “Carline. You need to go talk to my daughter, Ectri.” “Why can’t you?” “I need to probe the other world, ask around some friendly inhabitants, see if they know anything.” “Okay then… where’s she live?” “You’re familiar with it. You lived there for like twelve years.” “Baltrond? But… that’s-” “Yeah, it’s across the ocean. But I need you to do this for me.” Carline sighed. “Where does she live? Baltrond’s kinda-” She stopped speaking as Aphira put her hand to her head, and she suddenly had knowledge of where Ectri lived. “Oh.”


“So how’m I supposed to get there?” “You’re a smart girl, figure something out.” “Bah. Could you help at all?” “Fine; you want help? Go down to Redlich.” “Red… but… Redlich? Really?” “Yes; trust me. You’ll find someone there. Now, I have things to deliberate about. Shoo.” Carline contemplated what she’d been told. “Redlich? Really? The place where I’d…” “Yes, Redlich, really. Now stop asking and just go! The first step of getting over it is acceptance! And if you keep running from yourself, you’re gonna keep moping about it forever!” Carline turned to leave after that, not willing to argue with her after that mind-reading display. Aphira probably was intending to help, but she really wasn’t helping at all. As the somewhat conflicted sorceress reached the doorknob, however, Aphira called to her from the room she was in.


“Actually, Carline, before you go…” Carline released the doorknob. “What now?” “Come back in here, if you would.” Carline turned around and did so, in time to see the hellish whirl that indicated Bella’s skeleton returning to whence it came. “I almost forgot… there’ve been rumors going about the sorceress community…” “Rumors… about what?” “That you’ve rediscovered what was referred to as some old beautification spells…” Carline knew where this was headed. “You want me to make your breasts bigger.” “No! Kind of… Nothing permanent! I just wanna see what it feels like. Maybe it’ll ease my mind before I go on to do this.” “Why is it so important anyway? I don’t even remember where I picked the book up. And now I have you, Aphira, the Grand Lady of Sorcery, wanting it. What’s with that?” “Things beyond you. You have no idea- not just for purposes like that, but for disguise. You have no idea how specific magic can get sometimes. It’s hard to go incognito when you have to keep your same physical shape no matter how else you alter yourself. For me, it’s not a problem, but for some people with more… outstanding figures, like say Helena, it can be a hassle.” Carline sighed and readied her magic. Aphira watched carefully, obviously trying to decipher it for later use. She let it off, and Aphira nodded. “Got it.” She flicked her wrists a few times, and they glowed pink as well, but she quickly dispelled it. “Tell you what, you show me how to do the other end after this, and I’ll show you how to alter some other things. Trust me, you’ll need to not be yourself if you’re going to Redlich.”


Aphira could feel her nipples getting hard, but they didn’t show well through her thick sweater. “What’s this?” She brought a hand up and poked at her breast where it was. “This… I haven’t had this happen in decades…” She then felt pleasurable warmth. “Ohh… and I haven’t felt like this for centuries…” She felt herself up, both hands fondling her breasts. “That’s the problem, when you hit ages like I do… you don’t often seek out situations like this, and you forget how good they feel…” She could feel the hemispheres on her chest begin to fill out, and increased her self-stimulation. “Ooh… does it have to be like this when you do it? It seems like it’d be rather… distracting…” Her sweater was loose, so it had yet to show any effects of the increasing size of what it contained. The twin globes were swelling, going from just larger than one could fit in hand to bigger and bigger. All the way, though, they retained their perfect spherical shape.


Aphira was still feeling them, and decided to make things a bit more exciting. As she ran her hands over her clothed breasts, she poured a small bit of magic into her sweater, tightening it. She was pleased with the results as her enlarging assets strained against the suddenly unforgiving fabric. Now her nipples, seemingly much more prominent, showed very plainly. She once again reached for the nubs, pinching both lightly. “Oooh…” She left them alone, returning to the more impressive bust she was commanding. Her sweater had been pulled up past her belly, and she pushed one of her hands beneath to feel her approaching-head-size breasts. A small, sinister smile flashed on her face, and she traced a vertical line beneath her sweater, which it promptly tore at, exposing deep cleavage. Now the flesh of her bosom attempted to escape through its new exit, pushing out of the hole. Aphira felt the increasing mass slow, and pushed it onward herself. With new vigor her breasts swelled, but while she was at it, she did something else as well, and seemed more in control of herself. “That’s enough of that kind of pleasure for now. I have an image to maintain.”


She egged her breasts on with skillfully applied magic, desiring at least a tear through her sweater. Her breasts were large enough that the bottom of it was sneaking up her engorged mammaries, and her nipples poked inches through it. Her black, purely magic bra was covering the lower half of her breasts, hiding anything obscene from nakedly showing. She was getting impatient, but was too busy lightly fondling herself to mild enjoyment to act on it. She wore a small, happy smile from the dialed down, but still present, sensations, her breasts bigger than any natural size, and her growth slowed again. She pushed it onward slightly, willing them to go that last little bit, until she finally heard a satisfying rip from the bottom of her sweater. It grew in size until it met the massive gap she’d created herself, and then the remains of her sweater crawled up her breasts until they rested on top. She let out a finally contented sigh, letting up on the magic and letting the pleasure fade to a stop. She looked down at her breasts, hanging from her torso as enormous, juicy orbs of womanliness, her smile still present.


Carline had been watching in silence the entire time, and stepped forward. “Aphira, if I could…?” “Yes, sorceress. I know you’re curious. Go on, take it off.” Carline slowly reached for the black mass, and as she laid her hands on it, it felt almost watery. She pulled at it, but instead of coming off, it disappeared the moment it left Aphira’s bosom. Carline snorted on catching sight of the master sorceress’s nipples. They were the same deep purple as her eyes, hair, and lips. It was interesting to behold against her pale brown skin. Aphira seemed offended, though. “What, is there something wrong with my nipples?” “No, no, it’s just… why are you so purple?” “Why are you so varied in color?” There was a pause in the conversation, Carline not entirely sure how to respond to that.


“Well… this was fruitful. Academically, of course.” She reached her arms around her breasts, and sank them into the wonderful plumpness. “Is there a way to put them back to normal, or do I wait for them to go themselves?” “You can. I can show you if you’d like.” “Naahh… I think I’ll… experiment with it myself and figure it out.” She drummed her fingers on her breasts. “Now… how about the other end…”

[teh_ninja]

Great chapter! The transformation was well done, and the twist with Aphira controlling it to an extent was nice. Gotta say though, my favorite line was definitely:

“Well then what’re you doing, ya dumb ho? Go tell her off! And stop having conversations with yourself!”

Keep it up!

[Chaos Echo]

And chapter thirteen in short order
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“Aha! Found it!” Anni flipped through the book after exclaiming to no one in particular. She sat down in Carline’s usual reading chair, and flipped through the entire thing without finding what she was looking for. “Bah, dammit. Where’d Tuicia say it was? Something about appearance? I hope this has a table of contents…” She swiped her hand across the table, knocking all the books that were strewn across it to the floor. They joined the other unorganized piles that lay about the floor in her search for this one. She set the book on the table, the book Carline had discovered almost three quarters of a year prior, and tried to find the chapter with the information she was interested in.


After nearly an hour of searching, skimming through text accompanied by grotesque illustrations, she found the chapter she was looking for. She then noticed an abnormally large space between some of the pages, and somehow she knew that was it. She flipped to those pages. “Holy hell!” There was an enormous number of notes on sheets of paper of various sources wedged into the pages with the spell. She looked over them, recognizing Carline’s handwriting, and saw that they were her addendums and experimentations with it, all written and stuffed in there. “Ooh… I know what I’m doing now…”


She walked out of the room, book in tow, and passed Tuicia on the way down the hall. “Sup.” “Annee, what book is zat?” “This? Oh, nothing.” “Really? Zen you would not mind if Ah checked it, zen?” “C’moooon. Why’s it matter?” “You should not just go around taking Madame’s sings wizhout permission, Annee.” “She’s been gone for three days now. I’m sure she’ll never know.” “Zat is not ‘ow it works! What else ‘ave you taken from ‘er?” Tuicia walked toward the study, and Anni took that as her cue to run. She heard Tuicia yell from behind her as she escaped. “ANNEE! Get back ‘ere and clean up after yourself!”




Anni sat in the kitchen with the mansion’s sole chef, poring over the notes Carline had written. The chef herself was busy making something that smelled wonderful. She was not so focused that she could not speak, however. “Whatcha reading, Miss Annilitia?” “A book. Took it from Carline’s stash. And don’t call me miss. You’re older than me.” “Oh. Alright, Annilitia.” “Why’s it matter anyway?” “It’s just… I didn’t think you were the reading type, mi-erk.” She stopped herself mid-word. Annilitia suddenly had an idea. “Say, um… chef.” “My name’s Jessica.” “Say, Jessica, I need some help here. One of these spells, I wanna try it out.” “Oh? What on?” “You.”


Jessica gulped at the information. “Um… what is it, exactly?” “S’nothing horrible, lady, chill.” Anni discreetly lowered her eyes to the brunette’s chest. “So… you were the first one Carline gave the buxom spell to?” “Oh! Yes. I didn’t ask for anything extreme. Just, y’know, a little boost. Something to keep the boyfriend happy.” She ran a hand down the curve of her waist to her hips. “And a bit extra here, too.” She wiped the sweat from her forehead, and turned away to hang up her chef’s hat. “By the way, the food should be done now.” While her back was turned, Anni’s hands shone pink, to try an experiment with Carline’s notes.


Jessica turned back around, and brushed her hair out of her face. “So why bring it up? What were you planning on doing?” “Hm? Oh, nothing. I decided against it.” “Oh. Disappointing; I like how magic acts and works. Wish I was a sorceress myself.” She reached into the pocket of the dark dress pants she was wearing, pulled out a glasses case, and put the spectacles on. “You can stay if you’d like, if you’re going to be reading. Just don’t touch anything, please.” She left the room, only to return a few seconds later. “I forgot to take off my apron. Silly me.” She went to untie it, but felt a strange discomfort at the front of her breasts. “What’s this now?” She walked past Anni as though nothing was wrong, and when her back was to her, she pulled her apron off a bit, and felt her breasts. Not only were her nipples hard, pushing through her bra, though not enough to show through her shirt, but her breasts felt better than normal. Much better.


Anni watched her out of the corner of her eye, as she waited for the big event to begin. As expected, the chef turned to face her, her apron secured again. “On second thought, I’m going to the restroom to wash my hands first. Germs and all, you know how it is.” She hoped Anni didn’t call her on the fact that there was a sink not ten feet away, but instead Anni slammed the book shut and stood up. “Good! I’ll go with you! I need to piss anyway.” “Um… okay.” Anni and Jessica both took the short trip to the nearest bathroom, and the latter stopped by the sink, while Anni went into a stall. She’d always vaguely wondered what the need for stalls was, and especially since this bathroom was the only one with them. She supposed it was supposed to be the servants’ as a group or something. Whatever. Not her problem. She had her own.


She peered through the crack, and watched as Jessica turned on a sink. She looked around, and went out of sight, but Anni could hear the quiet creak of the door; probably Jessica checking outside as well. She returned to her sink, and untied her apron. She set it aside, and hesitated a moment, before putting her hands under the running water. Anni rolled her eyes at the chef’s professional etiquette, scrubbing with soap and overall taking the proper minute, and drying them afterward. Then came the part she’d been waiting for, as Jessica lifted her shirt carefully, and her erect nipples were visible through her bra. She reached her hands around back, but then spoke to Anni. “Annilitia… I don’t mean to be one of those weird people who talk in the restroom, but… um… I haven’t heard anything. Why are you taking so long?” “Huh? Oh, I needed to take a dump.” “Ah! Sorry I asked!”


She undid her bra, and her moderately sized breasts came bouncing forth. Already she was suspicious, and she pressed a hand against one, and made a face. “That’s odd… it feels fuller than usual.” She leaned in closer, moving her glasses up to her forehead and inspecting her assets in the mirror. “They even look a bit bigger…” She maneuvered her hand to a more specific spot, her index finger and thumb at a small distance from her hard nipple, and slowly squeezed it. Anni could see on her face that she clearly was enjoying herself, but she did not go further, and refastened her bra, lowered her shirt, and gathered up her apron. “Okay, Annilitia, I’m heading back to the kitchen.” She exited, acknowledging how oddly tight her bra felt, and Anni quietly opened the door and followed.


She kept her distance and stepped quietly, prepared to get out of sight every time she saw the slightest twitch of Jessica’s head, but the chef never looked back. Instead, she kept on her oddly stiff walk, and came across no one. Anni figured it was the beginning of their lunchbreak, meaning the chef was supposed to shortly be going to them. She wondered exactly what the point of her was in a mansion with about twentyish people serving in it. Couldn’t they bring their own food? Now that she thought about it, it seemed rather redundant to even have that many. She refocused her attention on Jessica, who passed up the kitchen, and instead went down the hall a bit further. Anni saw her stop, so she ducked into the kitchen, and waited a bit.


She held a hand out the door, and faced her palm down the hall. Through it, she saw Jessica was no longer standing there, so Anni grabbed her book, which she’d left in the kitchen, and hastily shuffled to the door the chef had been standing in front of. It was a storage closet, and somehow Anni knew she’d locked it. So, she had a sneaky grin on her face as she pressed a hand to the door, and the door became transparent to her eyes. A spell she’d learned thanks to the normally boring power of reading.


Sitting on the floor of the closet was Jessica; her apron and bra both lay on the floor next to her, and her shirt was up, with her quietly feeling her breasts again. “These are bigger, definitely bigger, there’s no doubt about it. Probably even a cup size bigger. But why? Am I pregnant? …no, it doesn’t work like that. And my boyfriend uses protection anyway.” She pulled a pocket mirror, and opened it, angling it to view her nipples. “And these’re bigger as well.” She held her free hand at one, and lightly prodded it. “Oh! More sensitive, too! This is really weird, but… I like it!” It felt wonderful, enough that in another situation, she may well have gone further. She pocketed the mirror again, and checked her watch. “No… it’s almost time to be bringing the others what I’ve prepared! How’m I gonna do it like this?” She looked at her uselessly small bra, and sighed. She might be able to get it on, but it’d be mighty uncomfortable. She pulled her shirt down, or at least tried to, but her breasts were rather large obstacles. She pushed and prodded them, trying to get them clothed while simultaneously trying not to turn herself on. After a bit of struggle, she encased her chest once more. She could feel and see her nipples conspicuously showing through the fabric of the button-down shirt. And, because of their larger size, her breasts stretched it, so bits of cleavage were showcased between the buttons. And even worse, it was white, so the vaguest color of the pale skin of her bosom could be seen, along with a faint pink from her nipples.


“N-no matter. I’ll find a way to cover them up. But it is my duty to bring the others delicious food, regardless of how much my breasts have plumped up!” She stood up, gathering her apron, and moved to the door, prompting Anni into a quick teleport. Anni reappeared in the kitchen, and calmly sat down in her previous spot. Jessica came in after a bit, holding the apron in front of herself, loosely enough that her size increase couldn’t be detected. She saw Anni sitting there and looked relieved. “Oh, Annilitia! Thank goodness!” Anni spun in her stool, facing Jessica. “Huh? What?” “Y-you know how we were discussing my breasts earlier, right?” “Uh… yeah.” “Well…” She dropped the apron, showing her breasts, which were now straining even more against her shirt, and she’d unbuttoned most of the buttons to create room, so a bit of flesh was coming out through the gaps, trying to break free. It was glorious; normally (or rather, the normally since her enhancement) her breasts were just smaller than Anni’s own. Now, they were impressive, and had to be pushing almost what Allie had. “You learn from Miss Carline; did she teach you anything on how to fix something like this?”


Anni rocked forward and backward nonchalantly, trying to pretend she was sincere and surprised. “Nope; sorry.” “Oh…” She hesitated. “I really don’t mind it, truthfully. I actually was going to ask her for another boost when she got back. I think my boobs looked great after she’d made them bigger.” She blushed, and cupped them happily. “But I think they’re perfect like this. Thank you, Annilitia.” Anni jumped. “How’d you know I did it?” “I’m not stupid. My boobs didn’t change at all in the past week, and then you come in with a book? Reading? What else could you be doing?” Anni rolled her eyes at the reputation she’d garnered. “I read. I totally read.”


Jessica released her breasts, and they’d grown ever so slightly more. They popped a button off, and it fell to the floor. “Oh! How far are they going?” “They should be about done…” The chef’s breasts had one last visible surge, and something about them seemed less excitable. Only the one button on her shirt was keeping her modest, and she put her hands over herself again to keep it that way. Her breasts were large and round, and perky too. They were about the size of Allie’s, but on Jessica’s slighter frame, they looked even bigger. “My boyfriend’s going to love these! I hope. I do, at least.” She looked over to the container of what she’d prepared. “Oh, but how am I gonna distribute the food like this? My clothes don’t fit any more.” Anni snapped her fingers. “Got it!” She stood up, and magicked up a long, wide strip of pale blue cloth. “D’you mind if- actually, you don’t really have a choice.” Jessica knew what she meant, and undid the last button, her shirt falling to the floor. Anni took in her work, examining Jessica’s breasts from a few angles. “Hm… I think I’m getting the hang of this.” She grabbed one from below, hefting the mammary. “Nice and plump… not misshapen… not overdone…” “A-Annilitia! Could you get to what you’re doing, please?” “Oh, right.” She reached and grabbed the cloth from where it still floated in the air, and began to wrap it around Jessica’s torso. On passing her front, she paused, and felt her nipples. “I think I made these a bit too big though.” “I-it’s fine! I like them. Just keep going!”


Anni wrapped the cloth around her several times, until her breasts were pressed against her chest pretty tightly. Jessica grabbed up her shirt again and put it on. “Oh, I’m going to need to go shopping for clothes yet again now. I’m sure I can grab Steven and bring him with. I don’t think he’ll mind once we get to helping me pick out some new bras~” Anni sighed at the second mention of a boyfriend. She wanted to get one of her own, but so many factors stopped her. She banished the thought and questioned Jessica. “So… how did it feel? When your boobs were getting bigger?” “How’d it feel? It really didn’t at all. My boobs were and are more sensitive, but it wasn’t an inherent rush of pleasure like when Carline did it.” Anni nodded. “Good, good. So it worked.” “Now, if you don’t mind, there’s a number of people waiting for lunch, so…” “Yeah, yeah, go do that. I’ll be there later.” “Really? You skipping out on food?” Anni held up the spellbook and shook it. “I got lots more to study. Carline’s orders.” Jessica rolled her eyes and grabbed the container, leaving with a smile.

[sadmanofshadows]

Awesome! great work!
Her reaction is great and the growth was lovely!
I really like how blunt Anni is

[Chaos Echo]

Yeah, this one's probably my favorite actual expansion-wise besides the first and fourth.