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.

[yellowbelt]

This is nice

[megalomaniac]

Thumbs up, I chordal at the "(though rather pale)" you added

[Infection]

loved it
size reference ( as big as her head etc) really helps getting the right size in mind. reading without them is anoying
liked ze cheezy accent

got a little inspired. Its a bit of fanart
I hope you don't mind me posting

[Chaos Echo]

Tuicia walked down the halls with a bit of bounce in her step. Today was going great. All the cleaning and maintenance of the mansion had gotten done quickly, thanks to her dedication and her skill in handing out tasks to the others. All her master’s birds had been fed, let roam, and been shut away again as well. Nothing diabolical had gone on for some time (though she was a bit disappointed in that; those adventures tended to be fun), so the heroine shouldn’t be showing up to try to take down her master again. And now she had been summoned to her lady’s study! She wondered exactly what for. She was particularly excited about that one. She had always admired the sorceress. Madam Carline had rescued her from a slow, sad, dead-end existence back where she came from, and gave her a purpose. Not only that, but she was charming and nice as well. She was overall a likeable person, a trait one wouldn’t think to associate with an evil sorceress. She arrived at the door, and knocked in respect.


“What’s that for? You think I go around naked in here? Come in!” Tuicia opened the door, and saw that her master’s room was uncharacteristically messy. The sorceress was bent over a table, writing something down with several books beside her. Something seemed off about her, but maybe it was just that she had not been seen a lot the past few days. Tuicia closed the door behind her. “Ah am ‘ere, ma Madame. What ‘ave you called moi for?” Without turning around, or even looking up, she replied, “How goes it? I’ve been seriously researching some things lately, so I haven’t had a chance to check around and say hello to everyone.” “All of ze ‘ouse duties ‘ave been taken care of already. Ze ozher servants are lounging around watching teleevision, and Annee is still asleep, last Ah checked.” “Well of course the lazy bum’s still asleep. It’s only like one. Why would she want to see morning?”


Anni was Carline’s sorcerous apprentice. Much as she favored Tuicia, the latter had no aptitude for magic, and could not be her successor. So when traveling abroad, she’d found someone who was quite powerful, and like Tuicia, had no place to go, and so was taken in. She had various negative traits, but working with her through the years helped along most of them, except the laziness. And vanity. And she was kind of rude. “I’ve already summoned her, though. She’ll be along in… whenever she gets ready.” “Oh? What is it zat you ‘ave both of us called ‘ere for?” “Tuicia, do you remember that spell that I discovered about a month back?” She recalled it all too well. “You mean zat one zat made us both incredibly buxom? Oui, Ah remember.” She continued to inspect her master, who had still not straightened up from the table, and wondered what it was that did not seem right. “Yeah, that one. Well, I’ve been fiddling with it over about the past week, testing out boundaries, trying offshoots and whatnot.” “And you brought moi in ‘ere to tell me zis because…?” Carline had been waiting for that. “Because this!”


She dramatically stood up and turned around, chest thrust forward. “Notice anything different?” Tuicia did not have to look hard to determine the difference. “Ma Madame… your bosom… you ‘ave en’anced it!” And she had indeed. Breasts that were once almost nonexistent were, while not huge, now a bit more than a handful could fit. “And your ‘ips and be’ind! Zat is what looked so strange!” “Yeah, I know. I did them too!” She twirled in a quick circle, showing off her now womanly hips and shapely butt, which had replaced her previously flat rear and formless hips. “I found a way to make the changes permanent! I’ve been sporting these for almost four days now! I’m not a stick figure anymore!” “B-but ma Madame, why would you alter your own appearance? It seems ‘ardly necessary.” “Hey, you weren’t complaining when we were going to the extreme last time.” Tuicia started blushing. “Zat was different. Ze spell’s erotic feel was affecting my judgment. And zat was only temporary, aneeway.” “Yeah, but you didn’t know that until halfway through. Besides, is it so bad that, say, when summer comes around, I want to be able to put on a bikini and say-” She cupped her breasts and stuck out her chest for emphasis, “‘Look! I’ve got boobies!” She rotated her lower body as well, so that the curve of her backside could be seen. “-and a nice ass’!” “Ma Madame, while you do look great, it was ‘ardly necessary. You were already beautiful.” Carline was flattered. “Thank you for the compliment, but sadly that’s not how the rest of the world works.”


Tuicia now felt kind of embarrassed. “S-so was I called in ‘ere just to admire your new curves… or was zere…?” “No, there’s more. Remember, when we tried this the first time, we agreed to get Anni with it after I’d messed with the spell some?” “Oh, is zat why she is coming as well?” “Yes, but she doesn’t know that, so keep quiet about it!” Tuicia did enjoy a prank, but only in good fun. “Oh… but Madame, if we do not tell ‘er, it will ruin ‘er garments! Ah know she needs to be knocked down a few pegs, but zat seems unnecessarilee cruel…” “No, I got that already. Remember, I was gonna look into clothing repair? I can just fix it afterward, no harm done.” “Alright zhen. In zat case, my lips are sealed on ze matter.” The two then shifted uncomfortably, the conversation over, but the victim not there yet. Carline started nervously. “So… um… you’ve had ones like this for much longer than I have… how do you keep them supported?” “Excusez-moi, Madame? Zat is a razher… Ah… you mean… my breasts?” “Yeah. I’m not used to it. They’re jiggly and stuff. And I keep forgetting that there’s not empty space there anymore. And they keep rubbing against my dress and it makes my ni-” “Okay, Madame, Ah zink Ah ‘ave ‘eard enough. Maybe you should switch to a dress zat keeps zem more in place? Or per’aps tighten it a bit? So zat zere is not enough room left over for a small aneemal to fit inside?” “But I like it like that. I can keep books in there.”


About then, the door opened again. A dark skinned, red-haired woman in a dress stepped in. “I heard you wanted me for somethin’, milady?” She had her hands behind her head, still tying up her long hair into a ponytail. “Yes, Tuicia and I were just talking about you.” Anni’s eyes moved to the other. “Why is she here? I thought this was a summons for me?” Tuicia was put out by this. “Is zere a problem with ma presence? Do Ah offend you in some way, mademoiselle?” Carline intervened. “Now, now, Anni. Don’t be so hostile. I enjoy her company.” “Don’t call me Anni. It’s Annilitia.” “Well, maybe when you’re the head magician here, you can go by whatever you want.” Anni sighed, and began to fiddle with one of her diamond earrings. “So what did you want?” “Magic lesson again. I’ve got a great one to show you.”


At this, Anni became excited, and much more alert. “A magic lesson? Why didn’t you tell me!?” She unclasped her thin cape, and threw it in the general direction of Tuicia. The latter caught it, and scolded the younger one. “Annee, Ah would appreciate it if just one of zese times you would ‘ang your own cloak somewhere, instead of just tossing it to moi.” Anni ignored her. “So what are we doing today? Are we gonna improve my ability to explode things? Ooh, or how about teleporting?” Carline was not yet setting up. “How long have I had you now? Five years?” “I’m what… 19? Yeah, sounds about right. Why’s that matter?” “Because, even though I’ve had you for this long, you’re still far too focused on the raw power, and none of the refinement.” “So what? If I can rip into a guy forcefully and easily, why do I need ‘refinement’?” “You sound like that heroine that comes in. All might and no finesse.” “And she always beats your ass whenever she shows up, so what does that tell you about your finesse?” Tuicia was about to come to her lady’s aid, when Carline suddenly seemed ready. “Alright then… let’s start this if you’re so eager.” She got into a fighting stance, followed by Anni. Neither moved for a long while. “Um… are we going to do anything, or what? And what’re you teaching me today anyway?” Anni asked. Carline did not break focus. “I’m gonna teach you how amazing feels!” Her hands shone with a strong pink glow, and Anni felt struck by something. Carline straightened up again. Anni was confused. “Was… was that it? What was that?” Tuicia chipped in, “No, zere is more zen zat, Ah can assure you…” “Quiet, Tuicia! Don’t spoil it!” Anni had no idea what was going on. “Spoil what now? What are you two talking about? Did you plan this ahead of time? Am I gonna turn into a pig or something?” She looked back and forth between Carline, who was staring at her intently, like she was waiting for something, and Tuicia, who was now innocently hanging up the cape. “What are you in on that I’m not? Why are you just ignoring me? And I have never seen magic that was pink before!”


Then she felt her bra was uncomfortably rubbing against her nipples. “What in the…? Just a second, I need to adjust.” She turned away, and tenderly touched the spot. Her nipples were definitely hard. “This is odd… I’ve never heard of arousal from worry. Maybe it was just a random occurrence?” She turned back. “Sorry, I had an underwear issue. Uhm, not that you would exactly know how that goes, since you don’t have that particular article. N-not that I’m insulting you or… hey, is it just me or do your boobs look bigger?” “No, it’s just you.” Carline waited eagerly. At the moment Anni possessed curves similar to her own. Well, her new ones. Once it started… “D-does it feel hot in here to anyone else? It feels hot in here.” Anni was getting aroused. “What is wrong with me? I haven’t done anything remotely sexual…” And she had the strangest feeling. Though she could not check right now, she was sure her nipples were getting larger. But that would just be silly. That couldn’t possibly be-


And then a quiet moan escaped her lips. She quickly clapped her hand over her mouth. “S-sorry. I don’t know what’s coming over me… I think I need to leave for a bit…” Outside of her vision, Tuicia smirked knowingly at their master. Anni unsteadily made her way out of the room. They waited until she was out of earshot, and Tuicia was quick to speak. “Madame, ze spell seems to be working much slower zen it did last time.” “Well I did tell you I fooled around with it. I found a way to slow it down. And I even figured out something for a fun surprise.” “What would zat be?” “You’ll have to wait and find out. Come now, let’s follow her.”


Anni had wandered into the nearest restroom, and welded the door shut with magic. The black top piece of her dress was hanging off the counter the sink was on. She finished unhooking her bra, and let her breasts loose. She held one up, wincing from how oddly sensitive it felt. The nipple was definitely larger than normal. She experimentally touched it, and gasped from the sensation. They were much more sensitive than normal, as well. She let it drop, where it rebounded slightly, and began to talk to her reflection in the mirror. “Alright, Annilitia, compose yourself here. Your nipples have oddly become engorged, and not in a sexually aroused way. Well, they did do that too…” She felt more pressure building now. “B-but you have a d-duty! You have flashy new things to d-d-do…oooh…” That was it. She couldn’t go back to her lesson. She’d need to tell Carline that she was ill. And then maybe when she got back to her quarters, she could…


She gathered her bra and shirt, and began to put them on. But she found she had a hard time getting her bra back on. “S-stupid thing! Come on! This is ridiculous!” She managed to get it hooked again, and put her shirt back on. She noticed both seemed too tight. But she could deal with that later. She blasted the door down and hurried back to her room. Something was throwing off her balance as she moved, but she attributed it to the arousal. She passed all the other various maids and attendants, most of whom were watching TV, and wondered why Lady Carline had no men working for her. Was she offended by one in the past? Just plain sexist? A lesbian? She bumped into one of the maids in her inattentiveness.


She and the maiden fell to the floor, from her speed, with Anni landing on top of her. The maid immediately apologized. “Sorry, Miss Annilitia, I didn’t see you coming this way!” Anni pushed herself up with her arms, enough to lift her off the unfortunate woman, and went up the rest of the way with magic. The maid got up after her. “Sorry again, Miss.” “It’s… it’s fine… ooh…” The maid was concerned. “Are you alright there? You don’t look well.” “I-I’m fine. Get out of my way. I just need bedrest...” She suppressed another moan of pleasure, and continued on her path. The feeling was growing and growing, and she needed an outlet fast. The maid watched her leave. “Is it just me… or was she bustier than usual?”


She kicked the door open, quickly made her way in, and shut and locked it. “Now… privacy.” She climbed onto her bed, laid back, and “examined” her breasts thoroughly, moaning and emitting various noises several times throughout. The strange sexy feeling was too much. She needed skin on skin action. She grasped the bottom of her shirt, and began to pull up, when it ran into her bust. She froze. “W-what? Why is-” She looked down, and realized that her chest was much larger than normal, something she hadn’t noticed in her previous ecstasy. She nearly screamed in response to this, but held back. She couldn’t have someone come running in now. Her swollen tits were straining her shirt badly, and the material was thinning enough that she could partially see her skin beneath. “No! I can’t lose this! …but how am I going to get it off now?” She lamented. She began to carefully lift her shirt, poking and prodding her breasts, arousing herself further, in an attempt to move them in a favorable way get it off. After much effort, she got it level with her nipples. She breathed hard. “Okay… I just need to get it over the hill… then it’ll slide right over the rest. It’s just physics… right?” She softly pulled it, trying to get it going, but it caught on her large and excited nipples like she’d expected. Her shirt was by now incredibly stretched, far past what should have been its limit, and she was questioning how much it could take still.


Having failed that attempt, she moved her other hand over to the left side. Once again gingerly pulling, wishing her shirt to go over her engorged and erected nipple, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration. A loud rip gave it its success. Her eyes flew open. “No! Nonononono!” She held up the part she’d been pulling, the back falling away at the side of her bust. She was horrified. She’d been trying to prevent exactly that! Dejected, she got the other side up without as much effort, and in one piece. As she immediately noticed, her breasts were completely overflowing her bra. She tried to unhook it, but it was digging into her back. How had she not noticed this? Were the pleasure waves really that strong? And on the topic of that, they were beginning to fade, which left her realizing that it really hurt. Why had this even happened? Boobs don’t grow at random, and she’d finished puberty already, so even if it were that extreme, that couldn’t have been the cause. Then it hit her. Carline’s spell. “That bitch! I knew she was up to something!” No longer caring, she blasted her bra clean off. Her tits gladly bounced in their freedom. “Why is there even a spell for this?!”, she cried out to no one in particular.


“Well now, that’s not very nice, Anni.” Anni shrieked as she saw the sorceress and her most faithful servant standing alongside her bed. “And I wondered the same thing myself when I discovered it.” Anni leapt up off the bed, and put her hands over the centers of attention. “What are you doing in here?! How did you get in here!? Why did you do this?!” Without thinking, she grabbed her shirt, which was resting around her neck and on her breasts, and tried to pull it down. She went much too fast, causing the already damaged shirt to rip entirely, exposing everything but the topmost of her chest. That having failed, she used her hands again, on the verge of tears from frustration. “D-don’t look! And answer my questions!” Carline was surprised by the reaction. “It was supposed to be a joke. Something to humble you a bit. It’s an expansion spell I picked up.” “Well, it was a pretty horrible j-joke!” “Oh come on, they turned out wonderfully, didn’t they, Tuicia?” Tuicia reached over to hold her breast, lifting it up and down a few times as though weighing it. “Yes, Madame. Very firm, and perky. And yet still so soft…” Anni was not amused. She lashed out at Tuicia, who backed off and sat on the bed. “This is… is just awful! You two are horrible people!” “Come now, you don’t mean that. What if I… start again?” Her hands glowed, and Anni could feel the vague hotness again. “No! I don’t want to be any bigger! Not up here!” Carline smiled knowingly. “Alright then. Your choice.” She redirected the flow of magic at the last minute.


Anni was exhaled in relief, but her repose was short lived. The tingling returned, but lower down this time. “It doesn’t seriously work for that too does… it…” She felt, slowly but surely, her butt growing. She released her breasts, which bounced vigorously, and worked to remove the superfluous cloth that was pinned around her hips and extended across her swelling posterior and up to her lower back. While she fumbled with the latch that connected it, her panties and the skirt of her dress became tighter and tighter across her increasingly expansive ass. Once again losing patience, her hand shone a dark red and crushed the latch, allowing the cloth to fall to the floor. “See, this is what I was telling you about finesse. You could have undone that,” Carline commented smugly. “S-shut up! This is your fault anyway you pervert!” She began to touch her butt, to affirm how big it truly was. “How much is this going to go on? I don’t know how much my dress can-” As though in answer to her question, her skirt began to rip, but the growth stopped before too much damage was done. She was angry, and aroused, and humiliated. She turned to look at her rear bumper, which had torn her skirt slightly in a few places, spots of her white panties and brown skin visible amidst the red of her skirt.


“A-are you quite finished yet? I think I’ve been… been… embarrassed enough now…” Tears were beginning to force themselves out. Right now she wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, and sit in solitude, and never see her master again. Carline was feeling terrible. She’d never intended to elicit this kind of reaction. “I… I’m sorry. I knew you were haughty, and could dish it out, but I didn’t know you were so bad at taking it. I’ll just remove all of this.” She drew her hands up, but before she reversed it, she stopped. “But first… if you don’t mind… I promised Tuicia something about this prank…” “No, Madame, it is fine. Ah do not wish to destroy ‘er confidence anee more.” Anni took a few shuddering breaths, to compose herself, before interjecting. “I don’t care. Do whatever it is. Just so long as it doesn’t involve any more growing of my boobs or butt…” Carline internally debated, knowing she was just trying to act the tough guy, but obliged anyway. Her hands glowed with the magic yet another time.


Anni waited for whatever the new change was. Something she could not place was beginning to well up inside her. She looked at her master and said weakly, “So… what is it?” Carline just smiled and nodded at her chest, where pressure was beginning to build. “B-but I said to lay off my boobs!” “It’s not growth. Just wait.” As the pressure rose, she felt almost as though they were… filling up. Her nipples became a bit more sensitive, and then she knew. Just to be absolutely sure, she reached up, trembling, and gave one a test squeeze. A white liquid unsteadily trickled out. “M-milk. You made me lactate.” “Yeah. I’m just reaching out, covering all the bases. I promise you, I’ll do non-sexual things from now on” She approached Anni and put her still-raised hand beneath her apprentice’s breast. She brought up her other hand, and began to stroke it delicately. Anni was taking in shorter and shallower breaths and becoming aroused for a time she had lost count for today. Carline gradually squeezed. Milk began to flow slowly, and she moved her hands out of the way so that it trickled on the floor. Though rather amused by this, she honored her word anyway. “Well… that fun’s over. I guess it’s time to remove this.” Anni held up a hand to stop her. “No… actually… I think I can handle it… just so long as it doesn’t last too long…” Carline was still worried. “Only about a day or two. But are you sure you’ll be okay? None of your clothes will fit you… and why the sudden change of mind?” “Please… with a body like this, I can go around in nothing but underwear for all it matters. Show off to the staff. But I think I’ll need some new panties. These… don’t fit so well. And my dress was wrecked by this. I-I… really liked that dress.” Tuicia came into the conversation for the first time in a while. “Not a problem. Madame can fix it wizh ‘er magic, and if you’d like, mademoiselle, Ah could sew it somezing for you to wear while you go around like zis.” “Th-thank you, Tuicia. I’m very grateful…”


Still blushing, a thought crossed her mind, realizing that she was a spectacle indeed. “Hey. Tuicia… while they’re still like this… did… did you want to give it a go?” “Ah… actually, Ah kind of do.” She got up from the bed, and did similarly to what the sorceress had done. She grabbed and teased, Anni fighting any urge to display her enjoyment, and got some flow as well. “Is milking a cow zis fun?” Anni was offended. “Oh, I’m a cow now?” “N-no, not at all mademoiselle! Ah was just making an aside compareeson!” She lowered her hands, but looked contemplative. Curious, she placed a finger and thumb on one of the puffed up nipples, and gently pinched it. Anni’s face got even more flushed. “What are you… ooh…” Tuicia let go, but finger still firmly pressed against it, slid it down the side of the erected nipple and did a full, steady circle of the areola. Satisfied, she pulled away. “Ah do not mean to be weird, but… you ‘ave very lovelee nipples. Zey are pleasingly large, but not overdone, and zey ‘ave a nice swell to zem. Rising just above ze curve of ze breast, but not enough as to be uncanny.” “What in the… ARE YOU EVALUATING MY NIPPLES?” Carline gave Tuicia a look. “I agree. What the hell?” Tuicia’s face reddened and she looked apologetic. “Sorry, Madame, it was from a past… never mind.” “Sometimes I really don’t want to know what you did before I fetched you.” Anni was wiped. “I think… if you could just leave… I’d like to sleep off some of this excitement.” Carline and Tuicia both nodded understandingly and left the room. Outside, Carline turned to her servant. “So… melodramatic ending aside, best prank ever, or what?” Tuicia stared at her, taken aback at the mood whiplash. She exhaled a long breath. “Yes it was, Madame!”

[Chaos Echo]

Originally Posted by Infection

loved it
size reference ( as big as her head etc) really helps getting the right size in mind. reading without them is anoying
liked ze cheezy accent

got a little inspired. Its a bit of fanart
I hope you don't mind me posting

Whoa. That's not quite the appearance I had in mind for her, but I'm not complaining. I wasn't expecting fanart at all. I don't mind in the least. Thanks, man. Your art's good.

[Chaos Echo]

Alright then, another chapter (if anyone reads this)

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Carline gazed at her naked form in the mirror, lit by the dying rays of the sun. She had just finished showering, and had gotten done with most post-shower procedures, but on the way to clothe herself, she had stopped to look in the mirror. She did not worry about someone coming in on her like this, as she was in her bedroom, which no one entered without permission. She admired her reflection. Still she had not gotten used to her curves, though she’d had them for several weeks now. She supposed she probably should be, but the lack of such was probably from having nothing for thirty years. Or perhaps her obsession with the female figure. She looked at herself from all angles in the mirror, striking various poses while doing so. It was a shame that she was not allowed to edit herself further. After the fiasco with Anni, Tuicia had taken her aside and made her promise not to use that spell or any others in that family of spells again. And yet…


She found her hands wandering toward her amazing rear, touching and squeezing it all across its meatiness. She bent over and felt her legs, which had as a byproduct thickened slightly as to not leave her butt and hips looking silly. Her hands slid up and up, over her ample hips, up her thin waist, and stopped at her chest. She placed both hands over her breasts, the flesh just barely spilling over in excess. She sighed at the feeling. Her breasts were so full and perky… and they were also about the consistency of jello. She pondered whether they were naturally like that, had they been this size, or whether it was an effect of the spell. Then she felt herself getting hot. “Oh… wow… am I seriously getting turned on by my own body?” She bent up her middle finger, and placed it back down directly on top of her nipple. She started making slow movements, moving it this way and that, her nipple rising in excitement. Her other hand began to drift downward, reaching for her other erogenous zone…


“Ah am ‘ere, ma Mada- WHAT IN ZE ‘ELL ARE YOU DOING, MADAME?!” Carline jumped at the sound of Tuicia, and spun around to face her doorway. “AH! MADAME!” Tuicia put one of her hands over her face, covering her eyes. “Why are you in here?! I’m in the nude, in my bedroom! Why did you think that-” “Ah am sorry, Madame! Ze door was ajar; Ah assumed zat you would be decent!” Both of them were incredibly red in the face. Carline was at a loss for words. She’d just been walked in on while doing something she hadn’t done since her teenage years. Luckily, she had only just been getting started. “Wh-why are you in here? You’re twenty minutes early!” Tuicia had turned around now, still covering her eyes. “You know me Madame, Ah like to arrive early!” Carline was now covering herself, her hands over her chest and crotch. “This… this is… oh…” “Madame, it is an urge zat everyone sometimes gets. Ah do not ‘old it against you. But could you at least control it when zere are people ‘oo are due to show up? Or close your door when you are going to do zis?” Carline began to scoot toward the restroom, to find something to put on. “Your clozhing is over ‘ere.” Tuicia moved her hand a bit to see below her, grabbed her lady’s dress, and backed up while holding it behind her. Carline grabbed it and reached into a large wardrobe (mostly empty), pulled out a few choice undergarments, and disappeared into the bathroom.


She emerged some minutes later, fully dressed. “So, we’re just going to pretend that never happened.” “Oui, Madame.” Carline grabbed her circlet and put it in place. They left her room and began to walk down a hall. “Anyway… I called you here because of an escapade Anni and I pulled off.” “Oh? Is zat where you ‘ave been for ze last few days? What did ze two of you do?” “Well… how about kidnap Princess Ruhtina?” Tuicia gasped at the news. “Ze princesse? ‘ow did you manage zat?” “Well, it was the dead of the night. And it’s not hard to abduct someone when you’re a pair of magicians.” “Does anyone know yet? Or is it still a secret?” “Nah, they’ll just think she went out again. They won’t find out until I announce it.” “What kind of a ransom are you going to ‘old ‘er for?” “Well…” They had reached a room with Anni standing guard and looking tired. “Alright, Anni, your guard duty is over. You can go off and sleep now.” Anni yawned a “thanks” and walked past them. “So what did you say you were doing for ze ransom?” “I… don’t know yet.” “Madame! Why did you not sink of one before you took ‘er?”


Now in the mostly empty room Anni had been standing watch over, she was pretty sure she did not need Carline to answer. In a chair, proper and prettied, sat the princess. For being royalty, she was rather modestly dressed, in a simple dress of blues and purples, the only thing setting her as important being an asymmetrical tiara, which seemed to be as such to accommodate her hair that hung over it and covered half of her face, and a golden ornament around her neck. But though she was modest as far as monarchy was concerned, she was nothing close to it as far as showing off her voluptuous body. Her top ended halfway up her ample bosom, each of the breasts appearing to be just larger than her head, and it was clearly strained by them, obviously tight, and her expectedly large nipples were not hard to notice against the fabric. It was laced up in the front, and she wore nothing to cover the exposed skin, showcasing more cleavage and her sexy flat stomach. It ended in a jagged fashion over her hips, reminiscent of a bat’s wings. She sat in a manner that emphasized both her bust and her large and round butt, ignoring both of the newcomers.


Tuicia turned to Carline. “Why exactly did you kidnap ‘er again?” “I know what you’re thinking, and I’m just going to stop you now.” Tuicia stamped her foot. “No! Ah want to know! Really, Madame, are you une lesbienne or not?” “You keep questioning me, but you’re the one who did a speech on how perfect Anni’s nipples are! And when we were fooling around with that expansion spell, you were ogling my ass!” “Zose are different! Ah can appreciate female beauty in an artistic manner! You do it in a sexuelle fashion! You were ze one touching Anni and Ah while we were under ze effects of ze spell!” “Well, no! It’s not like that! So stop asking!” Tuicia was irked that her master was not being straight with her. She knew there was more to it than that. “Very well, zhen. Ah will set up a place for ‘er to be contained. Ah will return.”


There was silence as Tuicia walked away, until the clicking of her heels could no longer be heard. The princess had a sly smile upon her face. “So… trouble with the love life?” Carline turned to her, incredulous. “Are you serious? Not you too… I’m not a-” Ruhtina stood up and interrupted her. “Now, now, coming out is a hard thing. Many people don’t have the guts to do it. I did, but then again, I’m not into women so much as not really selective.” “You… what? Why are you telling me this? Why are you even talking, prisoner?” “I’ll make you a deal. We have a go here, o captor, and then I go free.” “W-what? I’m not… I don’t swing that way!” Ruhtina merely giggled, low and seductively. “Then why have you been staring into my chest the entire time we’ve been talking?” She leaned forward slightly, giving a magnificent view of her cleavage. “Come on… you know this is why you kidnapped me. You didn’t have any goals. You just wanted summa this.” Carline started backing away. “N-no… I hadn’t done anything heinous in a while, and i-it was a great opportunity for something.” Ruhtina rolled her eyes. “I’m young, I’m curvy, I’m clearly in the mood, what more do you want? Or maybe…”


She began to untie the front of her top, slowly and enticingly. Bit by bit her bust bounded forward as it was less restricted. “No! You put that back on right now! Or I’ll… I’ll…” She trailed off, too enamored by the event. Only one in the middle was still holding her top together. Ruhtina walked up, hips swinging, and bent over to whisper in her ear. “I’ll let you do the last one.” Fingers trembling, Carline reached up and fumbled with the knot, hands pressing against the soft flesh the entire time. After a struggle, the tension unbearable, she got it. The princess’s breasts bounced forth triumphantly while her top fell to the floor. “Hmm… so where do you want to do it?” “Ex…excuse me?” “Well I’m assuming you agreed to my terms, seeing as you’re playing along nicely.” She pressed herself against Carline, bosom squeezing against her, though it was just above the sorceress’s own due to the height difference. “No, that’s not at all what I- AH!” She was cut off by the princess’s hand suddenly darting up and touching her breast. Carline shrunk back instantly. “That’s it! You need to stop this Now!” Her hands glowed, and Ruhtina stopped moving. Both stared for a while. “That’s odd… she should be sleeping from that. Ah! Oh no, did I use the wrong spell? What could I have mixed it up with?” She racked her brain, trying to think what happened when a magician didn’t focus when casting. “They tend to just default to whatever’s on their- OH NO, please don’t have used that spell, please don’t have used that spell!”


Ruhtina was curiously pleased. “So it wasn’t just me being half asleep. You are a sorceress!” Carline just nodded, staring intently at the naked torso of the princess. It wasn’t unnoticed. Ruhtina placed a hand on her breast, teasing it. “So what, are you just playing hard to get, or…?” Carline’s fears suddenly became true. The other’s nipples perked up. “Oh. I guess I’m getting into this more than I thought.” She came closer and grabbed Carline’s hand, and put it on her large chest. “C’mon… don’t you want more of this? More of this than you can handle?” She nodded her head at a long table a few feet away. “Right there. We could just climb right on and-” She cut herself off with an almost musical sounding gasp of pleasure, and Carline could see and feel that her breasts were beginning to grow. Ruhtina, already hot and bothered, was having a hard time forming coherent sentences. “Oh my! Oh…. Oh my! What did… what is… oh my…” Her own hands rushed to her breasts, affirming that they were indeed becoming more and more plump. “Ooh... you… you have a spell to grow these? Is that what you were... ohhh… talking about with that otheoooohhhh mmyyyy…” Carline was not expecting a reaction like this. The spell seemed to be much more effective when the subject was aroused to begin with. She was holding her breasts up with her arms now, as they’d already blown up to her head and a half.


Ruhtina was clearly enjoying herself, not hiding it at all in appearance or in vocal emissions, hands traveling all over herself. Carline backed up a bit, wondering when Tuicia was going to return. The growth spurt was short lived, and her breasts ended up at almost twice the size they started. As she calmed down, she took in several shallow breaths. She released her melons, and they bounced agreeably a few times before coming to a rest. She, too, had realized that the inflated breasts from this did not weigh as much as they should. After a time, she acknowledged Carline again, seductively sauntering over to her. “You have magic that does this? How… interesting.” She pushed her chest out, making her breasts that much more prominent. “So… how about now? Or… will I have to go through another round of this to get you off? Hmmhm… because I will.” “It’s…it’s not gonna happen. There’s… I’m…” “You know what they call me around the palace, behind my back? Slutina. I don’t mind it, though.” “Th-that’s… because… you’re… what if Tuicia returns? She’s gonna… she’s-” The princess silenced her by putting a finger to her lips. “Then I guess we can enjoy a threesome. I’m sure I can get her too. Now…”


By this point they had backed into the table, and Ruhtina gave the sorceress a hard push, so she stumbled over and onto it. She removed her skirt and casually got on after her, straddling her. “You’re so close to that holy grail of femininity, sorceress. Just give in, you know you want it.” “N-no! I’m… I’m not-!” “Oh, that’s right, sorry. I’d forgotten that only the most proper and straight of women knew spells to give other women huge knockers. Or, did I cut off your complaint, and it was something else entirely? Perhaps… you’re not used to being the submissive one? Because if that’s the case,…” She reached into the neckline of Carline’s dress, and clamped down on one of her nipples, Carline throwing her head back from the sensation. “…then tough luck.”


She started kneading Carline’s breasts, and the sorceress whimpered alternations of demands to stop and begging to continue. “Wow, these are so puny! How do you manage?” She leaned in close (or at least, as close as her massive mammaries would allow) and whispered, somehow managing to do so in a sultry voice. “There’s a little known fact about me… I’m a magician myself. And I am especially proficient in copying what I see…” She eased Carline’s dress down and over her shoulders, exposing her breasts to the air. She placed her hands over the elder sorceress’s chest, the latter protesting all the while, and her hands glowed the ever-familiar pink. “N-no… I promised… Tuicia…” Ruhtina snickered. “There is no way you two are not lovers, lady. Now… where was I? Oh yes!” She continued to slip off Carline’s dress, over her hips and down her legs, and threw it off to the side, the two of them now in nothing but panties. “How long did it take mine to begin? It started with my nipples … then the hotness… oh, but you’ve already got both of those down. How will I ever tell?” She returned to the other’s mounds, this time putting less effort into it and watching carefully. The nipples became noticeably larger this time. “Aha! There we go!” She began to stroke up and down the length of one, chanting “grow, grow, grow” all the while. Carline was getting louder and less reserved as it went, and her flesh started to balloon outward. The princess ceased the stroking and covered them with her hands. They flowed out, pushing her hands further and further from Carline’s body. She put her hands over just one, and that too shortly became too much to contain. Carline was shamelessly crying out and moaning as she grew.


“Ma Madame, Ah ‘ave prepared a place for… ‘er…” Tuicia, along with her train of thought, stopped in the doorway. In front of her were the two women, attire strewn around the room, both of them on top of the table, the princess, now with (even more) huge breasts, over top of her master, whose own were growing while she pleasurably endured both it and the groping from the princess. “What in ze… what ‘as gone on in ‘ere while Ah was gone? And why is ze buxom spell in use?” Carline became lucid enough to recognize her servant’s presence. “N-no! T-Tuicia! Stay away! She’s a ma-ma-OHHH!” Once again she was rendered useless by the sensations, but her message had gotten across. “A magician? Ze princesse?” To answer her question, Ruhtina freed up a hand that had started to glow pink. Tuicia gasped in recognition, but did not think to evade it. The spell contacted her weakly, the distance between them withering it. Tuicia wasted no time in making her way over to where they were and grabbed the princess, forcing her off of her master. She shoved her to the floor unceremoniously. Ruhtina got back up, holding a hand out in front of her threateningly. Tuicia laughed in her face. “Ah ‘ave been around ma Madame long enough to know when a sorceress is low on energy. You ‘ave nozhing to z’reaten me wizh.” Her bluff called, the princess was rushed into another room. Tuicia grabbed the parts of her dress from the floor and threw them in after her, locking the door afterwards. “Put your clo’se on, you malicious putain!”


Carline’s expansion was nearing an end, and she noted the last events. “Oh… we probably could have done that to her. Maybe Anni could have gotten sleep then.” Tuicia turned to Carline. “Am ah correct in assuming zat she instigated it, madame? Or do Ah owe an innocent an apology?” “Yes! No? I didn’t do it, it was all her!” “Zen why do Ah see ze buxom spell in effect on both ‘er and you, madame?” “It wasn’t my fault! I screwed up trying to sleep her!” “To what, Madame?” “Put her to sleep! She was coming on to me, and I tried to use a sleeping spell, but I got mixed up and did… this!” She gestured toward her inflated breasts, which were only just smaller than the imprisoned princess’s. “To her, I mean. And then she did it back to me!” “Ah see. S-sorry for doubting you, Madame.” Her own nipples had now become erect from the princess’s spell. “Oh! Oh no! Zis will not do! I ‘ave to… sink calming soughts… non-sexuelle soughts… Ah will not ‘ave zis ‘appening again!” She closed her eyes and clenched her fists, and tried hard to ignore the imminent growth. She thought about her job. She thought about what she’d had for breakfast that morning. She thought about anything to remain tepid, anything that wasn’t the upcoming expansion… that wonderful fullness her breasts would obtain… the soft globular mass only broken by attractive nipples at their peak… swaying gently at every movement she made…


She gasped, and she already knew she had failed in her task. Her chest was swelling, breasts filling out her corset-like top rapidly. She wasted no time in pulling it down this time. “You ‘ave already seen zem anyway, so zere’s no point in causing me discomfort.” Carline drew near Tuicia. “Ha… are you over your prudishness about your body so easily? You wouldn’t even hide them so I couldn’t, say… do this?” She latched on to one of her servant’s nipples, rolling it between finger and thumb. Tuicia squealed. “Ma-Madame! Why are you d-doing zis? Your judgment is impaired by ze afteraf- Ooh! – of ‘ow the spell feels!” She smacked her hand away. “Stop zis at once!” She wrapped her arms around her chest, futilely hoping that it would stop it, but she found her arms getting pushed further and further away. She realized the ineffectiveness of the act, and dropped her arms. Carline took another shot at caressing the growing breasts, while Tuicia moaned and breathed heavily, not making effort to fight it this time. It went on for a good few minutes, even after the expansion was over with.


The two women panted heavily. Tuicia’s breasts had not become as large as the others’, due to the distance between her and the princess, and the latter’s lack of magical capacity, but they were still about her head in size. “So… Madame… Ah sink it is… about time you fess up… zere is no use in ‘iding it anee more…” “I’m… not a lesbian!” “Madame… you just spent ze better part of five minutes fondling me…” “…okay, so I have some lesbian tendencies.” “Madame…” “Okay, fine. I’m totally bi. Happy? But I still prefer men!” “But of course. And wizh zat out in ze open (even zough everyone already pretty much knew), Ah will freelee admit: if you were a man, Ah would ‘ave jumped you long ago.” “That’s… getting into the realm of TMI.” “Sorry.” “What was that about everyone knowing now?” “Oh, Annee told zem about our prank wizh ze buxom spell, and zey used circumstancial eveedence from zere.” “She what? That loose-lipped skank!” “She is probably still mad about ze fact zat you ‘ave not fixed ze lactating.” “She’s still doing that? That should have worn off by now.”


Carline looked wistful, her mind far away. “Well, since we’ve both gotten that off our chests –er, metaphorically speaking- I’ve got something to do. Tuicia, go tell the servants- wait, no I can’t have you going out like that. Get Anni to tell the servants to go home for the night.” “Actually Madame, Ah sink ah might be able to-” She began to tug and pull at her corset, trying to force it back over her chest. After considerable effort, she managed to succeed. It was far too tight, her breasts bulging over the top of it, and her nipples were noticeably poking through it, but it was on. “Alright zen… Ah will go and tell zem. Ah just ‘ave to make sure not to pop out of zis…” She clicked away, leaving Carline alone.


The sorceress looked over to the room they were keeping the princess in. “Now for just one unfinished thing…” She stepped over to the door, and unlocked and opened it. Ruhtina was sitting on the floor, facing away from the door, idly running a hand through her long blonde hair, which ended just above her impressive ass. “Hey princess…” Ruhtina turned her head. “Now what? Your overprotective lover let you see me?” Carline ignored the question. “I’ve decided to take you up on your offer.” Ruhtina’s face lit up, and she speedily got to her feet. She’d put the skirt back on, but had not bothered to try getting the rest. “I knew you’d come around!” “But! On one condition. The panties stay on. None of that.” Ruhtina raised an eyebrow at the stipulation, but decided not to dispute it. She came up to Carline and put a hand on the side of her face, their bloated breasts pressing firmly against each other. “We’ll see where it goes.” They locked lips, handling each other’s breasts with their free hands.


It was going to be a long night.

[Chaos Echo]

The sorceress brushed her long black hair in silence, accompanied only by the mirror in front of her. She reflected on what had transpired the last week. They had all waited a few days for what had been dubbed the “buxom spell” to subside. The princess had been given free roam of the area during that time, and predictably showed off her impressive bust to all the various servants throughout the manor, not even bothering to put a top on. Carline had stayed holed up in her study for most of it, dress hanging loosely off her hips, with no way to get it on any further. Tuicia admirably went about her days the same as usual, swapping out her painfully tight corset for an unflattering baggy shirt. Once everyone had returned to normal, true to Carline’s word, she and Anni had taken the princess back to her kingdom, where no one was any wiser. Upon their return, Carline had removed the lactation from her apprentice, but strangely her breasts seemed to have grown a good cup size. Not so strangely, she rather enjoyed it and insisted on keeping them that way.


But now, with that done, it was back to the crushing boredom. There was the television that everyone else in the manor fawned over, but she never watched it. She was more of a book type. She got up and set the brush on the stool she had been sitting on, and walked both over to her reading table. She sat down again, and pointed to a random book on the innumerable shelves, which flew out of its place and into her hand. She glanced at the cover. “A history of Geresk,” it declared. She sighed and began to read. But not far in, she started to get distracted. Her glove felt off on her forearm. Her hair was encroaching on her field of vision. There were loud noises coming from a distance.


She paused at the last one. What was up with that? They sounded almost like battle was going on. She got up and listened hard. It sounded like it was coming from the foyer. Was someone seriously attempting to attack her in her own home? She hesitated, unsure of whether she should expose herself, in the case that it was a legitimate threat. She heard no vocal noises, so no one was landing any hits. Or they were very quiet about it. Then something hit her that she hadn’t registered before. Those were not normal noises. It was the sound of magic being slung. She instantly knew who it was that had showed up.


She hurried to the location, lifting her dress off the floor to be able to run. “Please have been Tuicia or Anni that intercepted her…” After shuffling through all the various halls between her study and the front of the mansion, ignoring all the questioning servants on the way, she found exactly what she had suspected. The heroine was here, and Tuicia (“Thank God”) was just finishing pinning her arms behind her back. The heroine was struggling hard, but Carline could tell by her appearance that whatever had gone down had worn her out. Tuicia spotted the lady of the manor standing there. “Madame! Ah was passing by ze entrance when ze ‘eroine came in! As you can see –stop fighting, you ‘ave lost!- , Ah managed to subdue ‘er.” Carline came closer, and looked into the red eyes that were now glaring at her. “Hello, Praeli.” “Go to hell, you bitch!” Carline smirked smugly. “Ooh, such language.” Praeli lunged at her, but was held tight by Tuicia. “Come now, don’t be so brutal. I’m sure we can arrange something that doesn’t involve so much violence.” Praeli continued to strain against the hands holding her. “D-dammit! I’m stronger than you and I know it, but you beat me every time! Why can’t I break free?” Tuicia was passionate in her response. “It is because you ‘ave no restraint! You come charging in like a bull, easilee read, and you waste all of your magic and tire yourself out wizh missed swings!” Praeli aimed a kick behind her, but Tuicia shifted her leg and it missed. “See what Ah mean?”


Carline surveyed the heroine. Her hair was a mess, her hairband was crooked, and her necklace’s chain was broken, the black jewel it supported having pulled it down into her cleavage. Around her thick, red outer clothing, the dark grey tights-like article she wore, which covered the majority of her body up to her neck, had torn in several places. “Dang, Tuicia, what’d you do?” “Ah did nozhing. Ah onlee avoided ‘er. She did all of zis to ‘erself. She does not ‘andle being unable to land a ‘it well.” Praeli growled at them. “Don’t you talk like you’re normal people. Like you’re not monsters. People have died because of you.” Carline laughed and pinched her cheek mockingly. “What kind of an evil sorceress would I be if they hadn’t? It’s been more than a year since I’ve actually done something severe. And I haven’t killed a single person since that day. Get over it.” She retreated when Praeli attempted to bite her. “Manners!”, she said with mock shock. “That’s it, time for the normal treatment!”


In the dungeon, which was rather obviously a spare room repurposed, Tuicia was finished chaining the heroine. She was standing, bound to the floor by chains locked around her boots and her arms held up by ones hanging from the ceiling. Carline had been watching carefully, to make sure she did not try anything while it happened. Tuicia then dropped to her knees, adrenaline having worn off. Carline rushed to her side. “Are you alright!?” “Madame… Ah did not avoid all of ‘er blows… Ah sink she may ‘ave fractured my leg… it ‘urts to stand…” “Oh god! I’m sorry! Why didn’t you tell me? I would have done all this myself, or got someone else to do it, or something!” “It is alright, Madame. Just… just call one of ze medically practiced ones in ‘ere. Ah do not sink any of ze nearby towns would accept our presence and treat moi…” Carline offered her a hand, pulled her up, and half-carried, half-walked her over to a chair, and had her sit. She nervously shifted the golden band on her arm. “In all my reading, I have never come across a book on how to deal with this kind of thing, magically or normally. I’m really sorry.” “Just get someone in ‘ere, Madame!”


After a bit of fuss and the servant questioning what happened and the presence of the heroine, Tuicia was set up as best as they could, leg having been iced, raised and splinted, they were back to business. “Zis sucks. Ah will ‘ave to stay off of mes feet now for a while… Ah can’t do my job like zis.” “Stop being such a workaholic! You’ll live if you have to sit and do nothing for like a week! I’ll just give the others more time off if I need to! It’s not like my mansion needs to be in absolute top shape all the time, or I can’t take care of myself.” She then returned her attention to Praeli. “What are you up to? You’ve been awfully quiet the entire time.” Without looking up from the floor, Praeli responded, “It’s just going to go the same way it does every time… you’re going to go off to search for some spell to try on me… I’ll gather my magic again and tear through these chains, knock your bitch out, and demolish this building… and then you and every wicked person associated with you escape and I’ll have to do it all over again.” Carline was not amused by the summary of almost every encounter they had. Before she could voice it, though, she came up with something that could shut her down completely. “But it won’t go that way this time. I know exactly what I’ll use. No searching needed.” “That won’t matter! I’ll still beat you! And I’ll see you dead this time!” Carline noted that there was a hint of fear in her voice. As it should be.


She turned her head toward Tuicia, wordlessly asking for permission. Tuicia quickly figured out what she meant. “Oh… you are going to use zat spell? Ah…” She paused, as though debating with herself. “Actually, Ah ‘ave razher come to enjoy watching its effects… Go on a’ead, Madame.” A wide smile came across Carline’s face, and she turned back to Praeli. She looked up and down the heroine’s toned body. It was very attractive; the muscles were defined, but not huge and bulging; they were the kind that you expect from someone as physically oriented as her. She walked up to Praeli, who was still concentrating on the floor. From here, her moderately thick thighs were very noticeable. Carline kneeled and ran her hand along Praeli’s leg, feeling how firm it was. She started and shouted at the sorceress, “What in the hell!? What are you doing you creep!?” Carline ignored her, and stood up to move behind her. Once again, she stooped, lifting Praeli’s buttcape to get a view of her rear. It, too, was tight and toned, gorgeous in a separate way from a large and round one. Again ignoring the foulmouthed protests of her captive, she dropped the cloth and came back to the front. “Your body is very nice, Praeli. But I know how to make it better.” “You sick, perverted freak! You stay away from me!” Carline relished the torment she was causing the heroine. She would never understand that the decadent were still people, and they too had lives, and people important to them. She doubted her foe ever would. So she could only do her best to get her to realize that, and in the meantime, she would make her a plaything.


She put her hand beneath Praeli’s chin and lifted her head up. Praeli made no effort to struggle, and only averted her eyes in response. Her face was youthful and soft; she had to have only just left her teenage years. Her ears were pierced with black studs, her hair was blonde and ended just at her waist, and she wore a hairband, which was still crooked. Overall she had a pretty face, though her deep red eyes were somewhat unsettling. Carline readjusted her hairband, and grabbed the chain of her necklace to retrieve the jewel it held, and reattached it. Praeli’s eyes followed the actions, but she was too busy focusing and gathering some magic together to comment.


Carline looked over the heroine and nodded, OCD satisfied. She raised a single hand, which was now shining the pink of the buxom spell. After a surge of energy which hit Praeli square in the chest, the pink was gone. Praeli was confused. “Was that it? What is that going to do to me? What kind of depraved thing have you cursed me with, you witch?!” “You’re so hateful, Praeli. What did I do to you?” Praeli wiggled her arms, causing the chains to rattle. “There’s this for starters. And have you forgotten already? You killed my family, you monster!” “I was young and inept! It was an accident! Don’t think you were the only one who lost someone dear to you that day…” She uncomfortably fiddled with her ring finger. “You think I want to be known as an evil sorceress? I’ve adapted, and it’s loads of fun… but accidents like that one destroy your reputation forever, regardless of why they happened. No matter how you explain them…” She looked back toward her captive. “But listen to me, going on about myself. I’m just a “monster” anyway. I couldn’t possibly worry about “normal people” things, have “normal people” insecurities and fears.” Praeli was still glaring at her, but she could tell in her enemy’s eyes that the faintest bit of understanding and curiosity was starting to bud.


Before she could follow up with anything, the first part of the spell’s effects was showing. Though restricted by her thick red top, her nipples were faintly poking through. Praeli could feel how hard they were. “What the-? YOU SICK BITCH! I THOUGHT YOU ACTUALLY WERE MEANING SOMETHING WITH YOUR SPEECH! IT WAS JUST A FUCKING DISTRACTION!” Carline inwardly cursed her luck. The one time she had finally managed to reach out to her, and it was after she’d already done this. Oh, well. Perhaps next time she could make progress. It was too late now. She sighed. “It wasn’t a trick. I was being honest.” “No! Don’t talk to me any more! And t-turn down the temperature! It’s too d-damn hot!” She began to squirm, the second phase of the spell beginning to take effect. Which meant that momentarily…


With a noticeable jolt, her breasts slowly began to grow. She was irate, but also mildly aroused, which made the tone of her voice very odd. “Y-you bitch! I can’t believe you would doOOH! …something like this! You’ve sunk to a n-new low! There’s no way I could possiblEEE! –possibly forgive you for all of – all of… everything!” She rubbed her thighs together, trying to hold back how good it all felt. Her breasts increasing in size and sensitivity… feeling her tight clothing rubbing against them softly as they went… Watching this, Carline was also getting kind of hot, but she hid it, and made a mental note to move the floor chains further away from each other. She watched with anticipation as her nemesis’s chest swelled. The fabric that made up the innermost layer (the fact that it was her innermost was now very plain, with how her nipples pushed against it, and it was beginning to lose its opacity, their pink showing through) was stretching to accommodate her increasingly large breasts, which had already pushed her low-cut outer layer down and out of the way. The tears already in it were showcasing her breast flesh, which was doing its best to exit the openings, widening them further.


Exciting as that was, Carline quickly circled behind her. She tugged at the buttcape, trying to pry it from her belt. She managed to loosen it enough after a few goes to remove it, and just in time. Her butt also began to fill, her tights stretching down there as well. Carline considered unchaining her, as all the excitement had probably broken her concentration, and she seriously doubted she’d be able to build up much of anything right now. The first loud rip up front made up her mind. A huge amount of her left breast was now exposed, its smooth, soft plumpness looking very enticing. She reached for a shackle with one hand, using her other to fondle and squeeze the growing melon, causing Praeli’s moans to increase in fervor and frequency. She used simple magic to undo it, and Praeli’s hand grabbed hers without delay. Praeli glared at her in her worked up state, not able to muster the fury she normally had. “D-damn you… th-this is… why?...” She held it for a while, as though she was going to go on an offensive, but then dropped it and attended to her breasts. Now that she was sure it was safe to, she made her way across the front of her foe, sliding a hand across her chest as she went. She undid the other, and that hand went down to attend to her ass.


Carline called to Tuicia. “How’s the view from over there?” “It is fine, but… could you… move moi closer, per’aps?” Carline obliged, never removing her eyes from the event. The tear in the left side of Praeli’s clothing had become large enough to fit her hand into, and she dove into it, tweaking her nipple beneath. The metal bands on her wrists aroused her further from the temperature difference, their relatively cold metal pressing against her skin. On the other end, her butt had torn her tights across the middle, exposing her pink panties. She didn’t seem to find that part as interesting, as her other hand had joined her first at her breasts, kneading and groping them. Suddenly, she grabbed at what remained of her undershirt, and tore it clean off, her breasts happily bounding forth. She fell to her knees, unable to stand from all the pleasure, and her breasts jiggled unstoppably from the fall. But sadly, it seemed to be ending. She raised up her finished beachball-sized breasts and let out one long, shuddering breath.


Carline watched intently, unsure of what to do once her prisoner was no longer captivated by the sensation of the spell. Praeli was quiet for a while, still experiencing the last waves of pleasure, but then she looked calm. She stood up, but her chained legs and new bust threw off her balance, and she landed on her expansive rear, ripping her tights even further. She blushed heavily, her curves much more sensitive than before. Her necklace was tickling her breasts, falling between them, and the side locks of her hair were doing the same on the outer curves of her chest. Her panties were too tight across her butt, but not so much that they were in danger of tearing. She placed her hands over her nipples for cover, with everything that used to do so now either being pressed downward by her breasts or hanging torn and loosely.


She looked up at Carline, glaring. “Why do you have a spell for that? Why would you even do that to someone?” From her point on the floor, she used a shining hand to rip through her chain, and did the same on the other side. She stood up again, cautiously this time, and advanced on her. “You knew that this would stop me from fighting back. I can only use magic with direct contact, and I’m not doing any kind of kicking or punching now, not with… these. But my only question is… why the hell did you do it this way? Why have you never just killed me?” Carline fought the urge to touch the magnificence in front of her. “I’ve already told you… I’m not really that bad a person…” she responded. “I’m sorry for anyone I may have killed then. I really am. It was an accident. Magic gets out of control sometimes…” “So what, even if you’re telling the truth, you think I’m supposed to just forgive you after eight years of hunting you? As if.” “I don’t expect you to. I just want you listen to my plea.”


Praeli turned her head to the side, looking down. “The world’s supposed to be black and white… and here you are, trying to bring in grey… You’re the villain, the bad guy, but you have emotions, if you are indeed not faking it, you show caring for this one here, and you’ve got a… bit of a perverted streak.” Carline chuckled. “Yeah I do.” She finally gave in, and thrust her hands against Praeli’s giant bosom. Praeli drew back, blushing, and turned her torso away, sending her breasts jiggling heavily. “W-what do you think you’re doing? I’m trying to reevaluate life decisions here! What the hell makes you think that’s a good idea?” “Oh, come on. You’re denying it outwardly, but you know you want some… release.” “N-no! That’s gross! And especially not with you!” Carline went to where her chest was turned, and rubbed the inflated breast. Praeli was trying not to react at all, to make her leave the subject. Carline had already figured that, so she moved to the nipple, thicker and longer than her thumb, still erected, and tenderly squeezed it between finger and thumb. This elicited a moan from Praeli. She raised her other hand, and did the same to both. “It’s obvious. C’mon, let’s get this done, you’ll feel much better afterwards, and then we can try to talk it over once you have a clearer mind.” “P…promise?” “Yes. I’ve even set it up so that… um… if you… “get off” in response to this… uh… it doesn’t… uh… down there you don’t… it doesn’t get all over your-” “I understand! Just… stop there!”


Tuicia unsteadily got up from her chair, and stood awkwardly on her good leg. “If zis is going where Ah sink zis is going, zen Ah will leave you two alone.” “No, no. This shouldn’t get too bad. Nothing she’s still wearing is coming off.” “Ah am leaving aneeway, Madame. Ze part Ah cared about it over, and Ah do not wish to infringe on your “not une lesbienne” privacy.” She took off her heel, held it in one of her hands, and hopped on one foot over to the door, calling for someone to assist her. Once she was out of the room, she shut the door, leaving them alone. Carline looked back at Praeli, who was wearing a quizzical expression, as though curious about what the sorceress had planned. Carline smiled widely again, and squished the heroine’s breasts together. “Well… this isn’t what I had intended… but I suppose I can finally get my point across after all these years. But… after this… because now… is time for “research”.”



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...and for now, that's all I have, until I think of another chapter if I decide to return to this.

I do have an idea going for a TG short story, though...

[tsokei]

Thanks for posting; I enjoyed chapter 3 a lot.

[qzar9999]

"Not my usual, but nice." -Captain Hammer

Interesting little not-lesbian story you have going on here.

[Chaos Echo]

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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

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Yay, brick joke:lol: love the twist on the AP grow