Why does that spell even exist? (BE story)

[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...