Compounding the Issue, Part IX

by Dan Standing

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Quick Actions and Unheard Words

Knowing that neither Jenna nor Joy could object to their clothes being taken – and technically they would be wearing them anyway – Kora keyed in and borrowed a black skirt and a red frilly top that just managed to hold in her breasts. She’d wanted something looser to allow for whenever she might next grow, but that had not been an option. She’d pick something up better suited for further growth sometime later.

Jenna and Joy, meanwhile, were totally happy to be bundled together in Joy’s shirt. The tightness meant that they were pulled together in a fantastic cleavage that allowed them to rub up against each other physically in addition to mentally. They hummed away inside, enjoying the caress of the material and skin.

Strolling through the quad, straight down the center across the grass to maximize her visibility, Kora had an absolutely evil grin to her as she watched the reactions of those around her. Men were staring, women were scowling (and sometimes staring), and Kora was smugly satisfied. As she walked along she saw a guy and a girl on a bench at the other end. The girl, who had a runner’s build and the slightly built chest that naturally accompanied her body type, was tapping at her phone. This was good for the guy next to her, who was unapologetically staring at Kora’s bosom. He was lucky that his actions were not being noticed by his companion.

But that did not last.

A slim hand grabbed the guy by the chin and literally pulled his attention back to his lady friend. Kora watched with a laugh as he tried to keep one eye on the big bobbing bosom while being chastised. Then his attention went fully to the woman next to him as he attempted an apology. Kora continued walking, expecting him to turn and drool over her once more once he was finished talking. But it was clear he was no longer trying to steal glances, and that whatever his apology was it was in earnest.

No no, don’t pay that flat bitch any mind, Kora thought, upset that she’d lost her sway over even one man, Look at me, damn it!

Then Kora felt warmth pour over her boobs. They lurched forward six inches with such speed that the shirt that had once belonged to Joy was sundered to slivers. Kora was physically pulled forward by the momentum, stumbling and falling to the grass. Pain and shock ran through her entire body – except for the parts of her that were Jenna and Joy.

The breasts that had been women were laughing and letting their most pleasant thoughts mix with each other as the sensation of growth pushed them towards a shared orgasm. They reveled in their pleasure, and also giggled a little from knowing the comeuppance that Kora was about to experience. Back in her room Kora had cast on herself the same jealousy growth spell that Jenna had used the day before.

That meant that what would have been only three to four inches of initial growth with one spell was now going to be doubled, as both copies of the spell went to work. But Jenna’s growth spell was also still in place. As Kora sat on the grass, unable to understand why she was growing so much, her breasts flowed out nearly eighteen inches from her before stopping.

Retaining their spherical shape Kora’s breasts really looked like pink beach balls. As a group began to gather, taking pictures and laughing, Kora tried to stand up. Jenna and Joy were heavy, and just coming into their second afterglow, laughing to themselves. As she got her feet under herself Kora looked around. Everyone was pointing and taking pictures of her.

No, not of her, of her breasts.

No no no, Kora bemoaned as she finally started to stand, an arm cupped around each boob, Don’t just look at them! I did this so I would be sexy, not so everyone would look at them! Look at me!

Jenna and Joy came again as more warmth washed over them. Kora’s newly directed jealousy caused the entire process to begin anew, and Kora was pulled back to the ground. What was happening to her was completely beyond Kora’s understanding. As her breasts inflated to the size of large dogs she started screaming. Amongst her mostly incomprehensible tirade she was shouting about how everyone was supposed to be paying attention to her, not the tits that were Jenna and Joy!

But this just started the process over yet again.

Jenna and Joy had reached the size of small cars by the time a group of women appeared on the roof of Rogers Hall, one of the buildings that bordered the quad. Kora was still screaming and struggling to escape the heavy flesh that was attached to her.

With shared conviction the gathered witches removed the spells expanding Kora’s breasts. Jenna and Joy settled at a size so big the A-Team could have fit inside either of them. The magical women then silenced Kora’s vocal chords. They were tired of her screaming, and another spell meant she would find her hands unable to write or type legibly. Kora now had no way to expose the coven. The girl had broken their trust, used their spells for malice, and would – with some magical guidance – spend the rest of her life in a circus freak show. One more bit of magic moved the book that had been the cause of all this from Kora’s bag into their possession.

One spell that had not been removed was the one keeping Joy and Jenna in love. Trapped forever as supersized tits seemed like punishment enough for the girls for stealing the book. The fact that they would forever more experience pleasure while Kora silently struggled was just a bonus of karma.

Jenna and Joy had no idea that all of this was going on. They’d been cumming and cumming with each growth, and were now finally enjoying an extended afterglow. As their minds mingled together in the waning pleasure they were vaguely aware of the new scale they now possessed. Size mattered not to them, but little parts of them did giggle at the realization that Kora would no longer push them around.

Now the situation was quite the opposite.

FIN

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Compounding the Issue, Part VIII

by Dan Standing

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Serious Considerations

The next morning Jenna had to admit that she had a problem. Her breasts – Joy – were amazing, but just too big. There was nothing for her to wear, save for a folded up bed sheet. And the risk of her chest growing again, and at this rate, was now much too serious an issue. There was a very real possibility that she’d end up growing to the point that she could no longer walk.

Jenna searched the book and couldn’t find anything sounded like it would fix the problem. She realized that, if she and Joy were going to have any shot at a mobile life together, she’d finally have to do what they’d worked so hard at to avoid; talk to Kora.

Since the books was the RA’s Jenna figured only she would have any insight into what could be done, let alone would believe her. After struggling getting around the desk thanks to Joy – who was happily reveling in all the contact – Jenna retrieved the book from behind it, wrapped a sheet around herself, and made her way down the hall. There was light streaming out from under Kora’s door, and Jenna knocked softly in the hopes that the terrible woman would not open it and Jenna would have an excuse to leave.

Kora opened the door looking more haggard than Jenna had ever seen her before. She didn’t look like she had slept, and her eyes were puffy as if she had been crying. Sweatpants and a tank top even sat disheveled upon her. As she looked Jenna up and down the face of exhaustion turned into a face of anger.

It was you fucktards!” she almost yelled, catching the volume of her voice at the last moment. Before saying more she grabbed Jenna by the upper arm and pulled her into the room. The sudden jerking caused the knot tied in the sheet to become undone, and as she came to a stop inside the room Jenna’s Joy breasts were completely bare. “Where’s my God damn book?”

It’s here,” Jenna answered, holding up the tome. Kora snatched it, almost crying again – but this time out of happiness to have it back. “I’m sorry we took it.”

Shit, you’re sorry?!” Kora almost shouted again, collapsing into her desk chair, “Do you know what I’ve been through, bitch? Do you know where I’ve had to go, what I’ve had to do, what I’ve lost, what I’ve had to promise because this fucking book went missing? Fuck, if I didn’t have this in my hands right now I’d still be thinking my life was over!”

We didn’t think it was that important,” Jenna quickly replied, “We just thought it was a diary.”

You thought it was a…where is Joy? Is that slut not repentant?”

I don’t know how she feels, but she’s here,” Jenna held up her breasts, “I accidentally turned her into my tits.”

Fuck, she’s…there’s one of those spells in here?” Kora muttered, opening the book and scanning the index.

Yeah, it’s like the third or fourth from the bottom,” Jenna sighed, “I need you to undo the spells.”

And why the shit would I do that for you?” Kora responded, not looking away as she flipped through the pages of the book.

Because right now Joy and I are the only two who know why my boobs are so big, but people are going to start asking questions, so if you want to keep that book a secret you may want to consider doing something about this.”

That’s true,” Kora answered, lifting her thumb up to her mouth. Jenna didn’t notice that the other woman was pushing the pad of it against an especially sharp incisor, “I do need to do something to keep this fucking fiasco quiet.”

I’m really glad you think so,” Jenna let out a relieved sigh, “I’ll think if you…”

Jenna trailed off as she realized Kora was already chanting a spell under her breath. The brunette furrowed her brow – the chant’s pacing sounded familiar, but Kora was speaking too quietly for Jenna to recognize any phrasing. It wasn’t until Kora began the third verse, placing her hand on Jenna’s bare shoulder, that Jenna heard her name and she realized which spell it was which Kora was speaking.

No! No! You don’t understand!” Jenna yelled out, starting to back away. She went to put up her hands in protest, but as she did so she felt her muscles start to go limp. What was intended to be a quick raise with palms out was a slow effort with limp wrists.

No, I think I understand quite well,” Kora grinned as she began to direct and press the spell properly onto Jenna. The RA reveled in her slow, threatening approach towards the struggling girl, “Without any trained control over the spell you gave yourself some pretty absurd breasts out of Joy. I figure this way I can get the bust I’ve always desired and silence you at the same time!”

This…not what I wadded…” Jenna trying to cry out, but amidst the protest her jaw started to go soft and hang loose. Her legs seemed to be retaining some structure, but she could feel the bones of her upper body softening under her jellifying flesh. Eyes wide in terror stared at the approaching woman as Jenna’s head slowly slumped to her shoulder as her neck gave out. Her face would have rolled into the gigantic sagging bosom before her if Jenna’s ear hadn’t stuck to the top of her arm.

Helb me…” were the last sounds Jenna managed to say as her body began to fully lose its shape. Her momentum caused her limp arms to swing against the sides of her breasts, causing them to stick and begin to fuse.

Help you? No. Toy with you? Yes! I spent an entire day being questioned and accused of betrayal by a four thousand year old coven when I couldn’t return this book to them. Do you think I fucking wanted to break into and search every dorm on the floor? Or go around campus checking every place I could have stopped at? No! That was because of you, and once I’ve dealt with you and returned this tome perhaps I can put this whole thing behind me!” Kora cried out, the rant clearly the product of a day’s anxieties and frustrations.

Kora’s evil grin was the last thing Jenna saw as she felt, despite her attempts to make her soften legs step back again, her body lurch forward. She closed her eyes as she went face first through the neck of Kora’s top. Her skin was immediately absorbed into Kora, her muscle and bones starting to flow into the witch’s chest.

Jenna could feel her consciousness traveling down the witch’s bosom and settling into her new home. Jenna’s mind was racing, trying to scream in protest, but she no longer had any tool to do that with. Even the sensation of her softening legs kicking and struggling seemed to be a distant echo.

But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to stop trying to escape. Although Jenna’s body was now almost entirely a shapeless glob pouring into Kora, the RA had left Jenna’s legs with some definition so that they would lend support to her weight.

Jenna was going to show her how terrible an idea that had been.

Kora’s concentration had by now shifted from pressing hard on the merging spell to trying to guide the final size and shape of her growing breasts. She was not prepared for a sudden burst of resistance, especially not Jenna’s legs making a sudden series of kicks. Surprise broke Kora’s concentration, and without thinking she grabbed each thigh in an attempt to wrangle them away from lamps and shelves. Of course, that meant Kora’s hands became stuck to the erratic appendages.

Stop moving, you bitch!” Kora gasped, re-concentrating her mental energy on finishing the spell. The bulk of Jenna’s body had merged with her, and now the bones and muscles within Jenna’s legs had lost the structure needed to do anything of real consequence. With a pop! and a pop! the angry RA now had a new problem. Even though the struggling limbs were dealt with, she was unprepared for how big her tits had gotten. This had not been a good time to lose the use of her hands.

Jenna’s disruption meant that Kora’s breasts had stopped growing just larger than volleyballs, and the maxed-out fabric of her top was painfully cutting into her sides. By now Jenna’s twitching feet were all that were attached to the end of Kora’s arms, but the lowered risk of destruction did not help in removing the tight shirt. Finally, toes were integrated and disappeared under skin, and fingers she fully controlled stretched out from the end of Kora’s wrists. The witch quickly pulled her top off, breathing a sigh of relief as her lungs took in their first full breath in nearly ten minutes.

Taking a moment to recover from her restriction Kora stepped over to her mirror and admired her work. She’d concentrated Jenna entirely into her bosom. Although this made her breasts a little heavier than a similarly-sized woman would have dealt with, they were also incredibly round and resistant to the slope of gravity. Kora turned and admired her nearly-perfect spheres, taking a moment to gently tap at the nipples pointing straight off the front of them. Tiny little jolts went down to Kora’s groin, and inside her breasts Jenna felt the taps and tried to resist their pleasures.

You can’t do this! Jenna mentally languished. She could get a faint vision of what Kora saw in the mirror, and was aghast at the ridiculous titties she had become. Jenna couldn’t comprehend why Kora would have formed her into boobs that looked so fake. The former brunette tried to struggle, tried to do anything. For a moment she thought maybe she’d made one of her nipples twitch, but Jenna couldn’t seem to repeat the reaction.

That was me… another voice gently spoke up, I’ve had a little more time to practice.

Suddenly Jenna realized that another mind had joined her. Joy’s consciousness had moved into Kora’s bosom along with Jenna’s, and was finally making herself known.

Oh, Joy! Jenna mentally languished, I’m so sorry I let…

Once again Joy’s relationship spell took hold of the roommates. Jenna’s lament was washed away thanks to the dynamic change which had once again happened to them, their minds altered to love each other in the new situation. After all, becoming another woman’s breasts was, truly, the most intimate relationship Jenna and Joy could possibly have. As their minds curled together in metaphysical spooning, any fear or anger either of them had about the situation was quickly pushed away. They were now an object of pure sexuality and life.

Over the next few minutes each personality took up primary residence in an individual breast, but they were still mentally together as one. The warmth of their love stretched between them. Jenna and Joy were happy, and silently giggled at the pleasures being paid to them as Kora continued to explore here newly grown boobs. She had no idea that Jenna and Joy were so enjoying her ministrations.

For a few more moments Kora admired herself. Unlike Jenna Kora could not have been more thrilled about her look – she had porn queen tits! Now she’d be able to return the book to the coven that afternoon, she’d eliminated the only threat to the coven’s secrecy, and she had the breasts she’d always wanted.

Well, maybe they could be a little bigger. Kora grabbed the book and started scanning the index again. A few spells down she stopped at one that looked promising.

She didn’t notice that the page she turned too looked very well-thumbed.

to be concluded…

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Compounding the Issue, Part VII

by Dan Standing

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Shared Benefits

Jenna had never been so happy to walk through campus. The stark shadows cast by the lamp posts accentuated the deep cleavage trying to burst its way out of the borrowed dress. Men and women alike stared as the happy brunette strutted towards the off-campus row of frat houses. She was pretty certain her bouncing bounty had caused a passing biker to slam into a parked car.

The smell of pot and alcohol hung heavy in the air at the party. It was immediately clear that most everyone had been partying for some time before Jenna arrived. Not concerned with getting high or drunk, Jenna only wanted to find Joy – and she was rewarded with a scene that seemed out of a movie. As Jenna entered the Kappa house and began to look for her roommate-turned-lover the crowd of drunk and gawking college partiers split aside. There was a clear path now between her and the buxom blonde.

Jenna’s mouth fell open. Joy had purchased a blue, backless mini-dress. She had been facing away when Jenna first spied her, and Joy’s impossible chest swung into view as she turned. The material down her front was clearly intended to be light and ruffled, but thanks to all the extra flesh Joy had up top the blue fabric was stretched nearly to its limits. A few bracelets, a pair of very high heels, and her blonde hair falling just right around her shoulders finished the look. Joy locked eyes with Jenna, smiled, and motioned her over.

You look amazing!” they both giggled, making small claps.

Where’s Jon?” Jenna asked, looking around. She was clearly flushed, her body betraying how much she wanted to grab Joy then and there. But doing so now would ruin the impact they wanted to have on the man. “I’m not sure how long I can control myself.”

I just sent him to get me a-”

Wow, ladies, you look incredible.”

Jenna and Joy turned to see Jon standing with a red plastic cup in each hand. He was dressed in a matching t-shirt, jacket, and slacks. The material hugged him in all the right places, and only a few hours earlier that day the look would have driven both girls to soak their panties.

But his visage had no effect on either of them now.

And they weren’t wearing panties, anyway.

Oh, hey Jonny,” Joy pouted, “We have something we wanted to tell you.”

Oh yeah?” Jon smiled. A small group of partiers around them had begun to watch the trio. The girls’ outfits were already all that was needed to attract attention, but rumors of the roommates’ breast expansion had already spread through the jock and hottie grapevine. Quite a few people were eager to see if the best was yet to come.

It was, but not even Jenna and Joy knew that yet.

Yeah,” Jenna answered Jon, allowing her body to dip a bit so he could see down the front of her dress, “We wanted to tell you we found ourselves a bedmate for the evening.

Oh yeah?” Jon repeated, the enthusiasm in his voice barely contained. It was still clear that he thought they were talking about him. His chest was puffed up, and he was glancing around at all the people he thought were going to witness the greatest score of his college career. “Who is it?”

She is,” Joy and Jenna replied simultaneously. And they began making out in front of everyone.

Jon wasn’t sure how to react at first. As he had been prepared to learn more about the sexiest threesome he could possibly imagine, most of his blood had rushed from the top head to the bottom. Since his expectations had been shot down in a less-than-clear fashion that was also immediately followed by a lesbian make-out session, it took him a moment to realize the kissing women didn’t intend for him to join them. His first thoughts were about how his rock hard cock felt, not how he may have just been humiliated.

But it was when Joy’s lips started to merge with Jenna’s, and her head started to push down towards Jenna’s cleavage, that the power of speech returned to Jon.

What the fuck?”

Thanks to the relationship spell Jenna and Joy weren’t even aware of an issue. All they knew was that they were sharing an incredible kiss, when an absolutely amazing sensation fell over them. Joy felt her mouth start to fuse with Jenna’s – and it felt wonderful. She instinctively moved towards Jenna’s breasts, more and more of her head merging with the other woman’s chin, then neck. Jenna, overwhelmed with a feeling of a pleasurable intimacy like none she had never known before, threw back her head and gasped as Joy’s face, all the way back to her ears, pushed into her chest.

Joy knew she was being sucked into Jenna’s body. It was a warm, loving feeling. It felt like everything that lead up to great sex and great sex at the same time. Her body was being pulled out of her dress and flowing into Jenna’s tits, inflating them, but not at an equal rate to how much of Joy’s body was being taken in. Absorbed up to her ribs, Joy could feel some of her flesh moving to enhance Jenna’s ass and her legs, making her slightly taller and toned.

But most of her was being taken in to Jenna’s growing titties.

As Joy’s breasts were absorbed into her Jenna found herself finally needing real support. She pushed past Jon, who backed up well clear of her. Joy’s dress fell to the floor while the seams of Jenna’s split as she threw her arms to the wall. She watched the crack of her roommate’s ass line up perfectly with the split of her own breasts, and in a few moments Joy’s legs and feet slipped into each boob. This was accompanied by Jenna’s dress tearing down the sides. Jenna’s breasts now hung free and proud.

There was nothing left of Joy. Not physically at least. Inside Jenna’s chest the remains of Joy’s consciousness took up residence. She’d never felt so warm, so happy, so loved. The spell was designed to make them find happiness and love each other each time the dynamic of their relationship changed, so now Jenna and Joy deeply adored the fact that Joy had become, mostly, Jenna’s own round flesh.

Each of Jenna’s tits had gained at least six inches from Joy, probably more. Watermelons were no longer an appropriate point of comparison for them – ovular beach balls, maybe? It didn’t seem like there was anything more to do at the Kappa house now. While Jenna’s dress was destroyed there was a chance that Joy’s dress could still stretch far enough to get them back to the dorm room. Jenna pushed the remains of her clothes down her enhanced body and picking up Joy’s dress from where it had fallen.

Jon seemed to be the only one completely panicked by what he had just seen. Everyone else had cheered and hooted, either believing it to be yet another crazy stunt or just being too high/drunk/both to really register what had just happened. Jon just backed up and ran away in horror while the rest of the partiers returned to their own cliques once it was clear that Jenna was getting dressed and the show was over.

Joy could not believe how good it felt to bounce around and bobble as Jenna walked, bent down, and came up again. Jenna could not believe that she now had the strength to do all of that with a straight back – she figured some of Joy had gone to enhancing the required muscles, which was true. Joy shuddered with delight as the blue dress was pulled on over her. The material was stretched beyond the fashionable point, but not beyond its ability to hold in Jenna’s Joy tits.

With their job at the Kappa house completed Jenna started her way back to the dorm. The blue dress had much less support than anything Jenna had ever worn before, but she didn’t need it thanks to her enhanced back. Joy hummed and bobbed in silent – but building – pleasure.

As she walked Jenna was once again thrilled by the glances she was getting. She was looking forward to getting back to the dorm and really enjoying her Joy breasts, but the dynamic of their relationship had changed even more – Jenna felt the desire to fuck a man starting to creep back into her mind. After all, Joy was a part of her now, so Jenna could pursue physical relationships with men once again.

But then something unexpected happened. It started when Jenna caught another guy staring at her breasts as she approached the dorm. At first Jenna just blushed and felt good about being so attractive. But then a thought struck her. Yes, technically these were her boobs. But now they were also another woman; Joy. So when a guy was staring at them, were they really staring at Joy, not Jenna? Were their looks derived only from an attraction to what Joy now was? Not the parts that made up Jenna? If she took this guy to bed would he just want to titty fuck her and ignore the rest of Jenna’s body?

A strange pang of jealousy struck the brunette.

And warmth overtook her chest.

Jenna stumbled down the hall of the dorm as she tried desperately to carry her tits in her hands. Inside them Joy was cumming over and over again as she felt herself expanding, the feeling of wet hot clay filling her. But this wasn’t just Jenna growing from the spell she had first cast on herself; she now had her first spell and Joy’s acting on her. Jenna’s breasts were growing while simultaneously trying to outgrow themselves.

Jenna finally had to release her breasts as five inches of new volume was surpassed. Her hands were needed to cling to the wall as she tried to remain upright. They pulled hard on her as gravity took them; the weight being rapidly added to her upper body outpacing the ability of her new muscles to support it. There was no longer anything that could act as a natural size comparison for the scale of her titties. They’d pushed aside the blue fabric that had once contained them and were hanging to her navel. A gasping Jenna was thankful that no one was in the hallway to see her toplessness.

It had had been nearly impossible to unlock the door to her room, since she couldn’t see the lock. Once the door finally clicked open Jenna stumbled in, struggled to close it again, and then collapsed forward onto her bed. She’d not even had a chance to turn on the lights, using the brief glint of light from the hallway and the various power strip LEDs to find her way.

Joy mentally gasped in pleasure as her enormous expanse bounced onto the mattress. She could feel Jenna leaning against her, trying to catch her breath. There were parts of Joy that were sore from being stretched and knocked around, but overall she felt more pleasure than pain. Jenna’s heavy breaths were rocking her wonderfully into the sheets.

Leaning against her finally-support-gigantic-titties Jenna just breathed for a while. As her exhaustion and aching started to fade away the intimate joys that Joy was feeling slowly overtook Jenna’s mind. She let the dress fall away from her and carefully climbed into the bed, pulling herself to a kneeling position behind her chest. As she repositioned herself the sheets rubbed on her enormous underboob and Jenna felt her slit seriously dripping.

Oh…Joy…” Jenna sighed, running a hand over each mam and kissing them. She could just reach her fingers to a nipple. Gripping it was difficult, but she could run her tips up and down the shaft of the hardened teat. Jenna and Joy shared a little pre-orgasmic shudder, and Jenna slid her other hand under her breasts and between her legs. There it found a very wet bit of femininity.

Jenna bit her lip and let a little gasp escape as she plunged her fingers into herself. While two filled her needy dripping void her thumb found her clit. Joy could not directly feel the delight between Jenna’s thighs, but she could feel a general bliss emanating from her host. In addition to that, as Jenna’s work down below became more harried and urgent, the hand working her breasts also doubled its speed.

Soon both Jenna and Joy were shuddering and cumming. As Jenna’s muscles started to relax, and wonderful afterglow took her, the fully human roommate let her body slide backwards and to the side. She curled her legs up and spooned the breasts that had once been her friend, and both girls found a deep sleep waiting for them in the impossible embrace.

to be continued…

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Compounding the Issue, Part VI

by Dan Standing

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New Ground

Jenna arrived back at the dorm to find it empty. She pulled off her completely defeated blouse and once again examined her breasts. She lifted them up, and could brush her cheeks against the upper curves. A light smell of her own sweat wafted from them, a scent that Jenna did not find entirely distasteful. Her thighs were fidgeting and squeezing together a little. All the rubbing to her nipples and titty skin was creating quite a fire down below. Jenna released her breasts, letting them slap down against her. The slight pain from gravity’s tug helped push back the need between her legs.

She was just about to start looking through Joy’s clothes when she heard someone keying into the room. Terrified that it was Kora Jenna grabbed her blouse and tried to cover herself, but let her arms drop as she saw Joy enter.

As the door closed they got a look at each other.

What the fuck did you do to yourself?” they both said, simultaneously.

Me?” Jenna was the first to respond, “You know what I did, I cast a spell for bigger breasts! Which was not something you needed! What did you do?”

Well,” Joy sighed, not seeing the point in lying because of the second spell she’d cast, “I was afraid you’d end up bustier and smarter than me, and I couldn’t handle that, so I cast a spell that would make me grow every time you did.”

What? Why would you?” Jenna’s anger at what felt like a betrayal was rising up faster than she could fully process it, “I just wanted to be a little more desirable, but you had to…go and…”

Jenna’s tirade faded off as Joy’s other spell acted on them, eliminating any cause for jealousy or feelings competitive underachievement. Before now neither woman had ever considered a member of their own sex attractive.

Now they couldn’t imagine being attracted to anyone else.

Fuck, your titties look delicious.”

I need to feel your skin against mine!”

In a flash Jenna and Joy were embraced. It was difficult, since their breasts took up so much room, but with a little bending they managed to get their lips to meet in a sloppy French kiss. They both worked to get Joy’s sweatshirt off, and as they moved to the nearest bed each girl shimmied their bottoms and panties to the floor.

A heavy scent of womanly musk was released into the room from both of them.

Amidst the sheets they were an awkward flailing of limbs and boobs. When nipples weren’t being squeezed between fingers at least one of the roommates had a teat between their lips. For the first time their hands felt the smooth, soft skin of a woman, moving from shoulders to hips to ass, pulling each other as tightly against themselves as they could.

I need…I need your tongue on my clit!”

And I need mine on yours!”

The weight of their massive breasts made assuming the sixty-nine a challenge. When it became clear that doing it on their sides wasn’t an option Joy rolled onto her back. Her boobs barely pooled out to the edges of her ribs, retaining much of their round curve. Jenna had to lift her leg high to get it to the other side of her lover’s body, and as she settled down atop her Joy actually had to nestle Jenna’s lower body into her cleavage in order to reach the brunette’s dripping slit. Jenna’s breasts rolled down either side of Joy’s hips as she lowered her face between the blonde’s thighs.

They each found that the other’s juices tasted amazing. Their tongues lapped eagerly at the slits before them, while arms continued to play with tits and ass. After a minute each girl felt the warmth of an orgasm begin to tighten their bellies, and soon they were both cumming. Their bodies locked and their muscles spasmed against each other as their orgasms took hold. They were both so taken by the experience that neither had it in them to scream, instead a silent yell of pleasure stretched their faces.

As the girls finally came down from their bits of bliss Jenna lifted herself up and collapsed next to Joy on the bed. Their four boobs rolled against and amidst each other as they let the afterglow warm them. Their hands found each other, and fingers gently caressed palms.

That was amazing…” Jenna finally managed to sigh, “…but what happened? I’d never thought of you like that…this…before.”

I was afraid my first spell would upset you…”

First spell?”

Yeah,” Joy fessed up, now incapable of lying to her lover, “So I cast another one which I thought would keep you from being mad at me once you learned what I did.”

Well, that part certainly worked!” Jenna smiled, realizing she held absolutely no ill-will towards Joy for anything she was admitting to, “But this wasn’t what you expected, was it?”

No.”

But I really liked it. Like it.”

Me, too.”

And here I thought I’d be fucking Jon Ronson tonight.”

Me to – wait!”

Although each girl really wanted to fuck the other again, that desire was far from capable of suppressing to urge to gossip. It didn’t take long for them to put together what had happened inside and outside the student store.

That…that…” Jenna was fuming.

Cut him some slack, if you could fuck us both, wouldn’t you?”

Well, yeah, now. So…I guess, yeah, he didn’t do anything wrong…”

But that doesn’t mean we’re not going to go to the party, make out in front of him until his dick practically bursts, and then leave him with the worst blue balls ever, right?”

Jenna almost fell off the bed from laughing at Joy’s little plan.

I love it!”

Wonderful!” Joy giggled, giving Jenna a quick kiss on the lips as she got up. Jenna’s body actually ached a little as the other woman left the bed and started putting her sweatshirt back on.

What are you doing?” the brunette asked.

Getting dressed enough that I can run over to that boutique off Payne Street without getting arrested.”

Why?”

Because I don’t think I have anything sexy that will actually fit these babies,” Joy grinned, hefting her watermelons as she bent down to grab her panties and skirt.

I’ll go with you,” Jenna replied, standing up from the bed and reaching for her own bottoms.

No, no, some of the fun will be surprising you,” Joy winked. She flipped one foot up a little to accentuate her flirting. Jenna laughed at the silly move as Joy grabbed her bag. “Besides, I think we’re big enough! I’m certain you can find something of mine to wear. Use the extra time to find a spell in here that will turn off this growth!”

Jenna almost dropped the book as Joy tossed it to her. It actually bounced off the brunette’s boobs and tumbled into her grip.

You took the book! I thought we’d lost it!”

Nope, figured I might need it if my second spell went wrong. And it did, but in the best way possible, right?”

Oh God, I can’t imagine my life without you as a part of it!” Jenna exclaimed. Nothing about that felt wrong to her at all.

Seriously!” Joy grinned. Fully dressed she made her way to the door, “If Kora comes back, um, I guess hide! And I’ll see you at the party, okay?”

Absolutely!”

With that Joy was gone. Jenna retrieved her phone and climbed back onto the bed. Still completely naked she sat cross-legged. Her breasts almost came to her thighs. She was certain that in the same position Joy’s sex bags would have rested on her legs.

It took a little while of translating before Jenna found anything that sounded like it would undo or remove any of the spells. To be honest, Jenna didn’t want to remove the spell on her – not just yet. She’d honor Joy’s desire to not grow her own chest any further, but Jenna felt she could go bigger.

It took a little additional translating before Jenna was satisfied that the “Combine two spell” was probably what she was looking for. If she couldn’t flat out cancel the spell Joy had cast on herself, then the next best idea was for Jenna to move it to herself. Then she’d be the only one growing. A prick from her nail clipper, a few incantations, and it was done.

After hiding the book between the wall and her dresser Jenna gleefully threw open Joy’s closet.

Thirty minutes were spent giddily going through the blonde’s collection of sexy outfits, and the final thirty minutes were spent by Jenna trying to decide which ones she believed she could actually fit in. Ultimately she managed to squeeze into a small-shouldered sundress with alternating horizontal white and soft-red stripes. A small black belt would have completed the look, but Jenna’s breasts caused the dress to ride up too far past where the belt would look right. The sundress was supposed to stop midway between Jenna’s hips and knees, but was pulled up just beyond the crease where ass met thigh.

Satisfied with her look, and not feeling like her breasts were too constrained, Jenna freshened up her make-up and left for the party. As she left the dorm she was completely flabbergasted by how she’d avoided Kora yet again.

She no longer believed she could just be lucky.

to be continued…

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Mind Control Stories by Doctor MC

I don’t write a lot of stories involving Mind Control, but there are some really great ones by Doctor MC. Just like me Doctor MC believes in bringing a great story to the projects he works on, and I have had the pleasure of reading Three More Wishes and really enjoyed it.

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Compounding the Issue, Part V

by Dan Standing

Based on a commission.

What Comes Around

Joy cleared her throat as she took the podium. She’d accidental bent and rearranged her 3×5 cards when she stuffed the spell book into her bag, and now she hoped she’d arranged the cards correctly. She’d never heard of someone failing Public Speaking, and she wouldn’t be the first. She set her phone to buzz when her time was almost up, and placed it in the podium’s small shelf. She gripped the wooden stand with sweaty palms and began reading.

The curvy blonde was accustomed to having to read over her bosom. It was something she lived with gladly. What was different this time was that her bosom had gone warm and was now trying to actively block her view of her cards.

Pretty much everyone gasped at the same time as Joy’s breasts grew outwards. With her bra and tank top already tight on her the pink flesh had only two choices for escape; either push out under her arms, or up into a cleavage that resembled a bubblicious butt more than breasts. Joy could think of nothing more to do but stare slack jawed down at her painfully pulling tits as they billowed up towards her chin.

“Ow ow ow ow ow…” she hissed, her mind finally catching up and realizing that it was the spell acting on her. Joy considered for a moment how good it would feel to rip off her shirt and bra and relieve the pressure in one swoop. As desperately as she wanted to do that Joy was now aware of the cell phone cameras that had risen up from the student audience in front of her. She was not about to strip in front of the digital world. Instead, she calmly reached back and undid the clips of her bra through her tank top. Her shirt jumped as her tits pushed forward. The tank top still kept things restrained, but it was clear from the stress on her shirt and loose brassiere that Joy had just gained three extra inches of soft flesh.

She knew that Jenna must have had quite a jump in size if it had given herself so much growth – these were practically the size of Joy’s head!

Now that the immediate pain was dealt with Joy looked up at a new problem; the professor and students all staring completely dumbfounded at what had just happened. Joy fidgeted for a moment. With the number of phones still raised with their cameras pointed at her she didn’t want to try running from the room. She looked down over the more distant horizon of her bosom and considered picking up where she’d left off on her presentation.

What did one do in this sort of situation?

Joy’s options were narrowed down for her as another wave of warmth washed over her boobs.

Oh no! rang through her head as Joy realized she was growing again, What the fuck are you doing, Jenna?

There was no choice in the matter now. Joy knew she was already lucky that her tank top hadn’t yet burst down a seam. She was probably already the queen of video uploads, she didn’t need to help that by having her boobs spring from her shirt.

God, how could someone resist editing something like that into slow motion?

Trying to keep her balance as she bent down Joy grabbed her bag from next to the podium, struggled as she stood up, and jiggled her way out of the room – leaving her phone on the shelf. Once in the hall she fled through the first door she could find.

Which was an exit out of the building.

This left her slowly spreading her stitching outside at the edge of the quad. Clutching her bag to the growing flesh Joy looked around for a place she could quickly duck into before her classmates thought to follow her. She spotted the school store two buildings down and made her way for it. She could feel the meat of her chest pushing against her, and the pressure she was placing against it was painful. She barged her way through the door of the store and down the first row of aisles. As she made her way towards the dressing rooms she grabbed the largest sweatshirt off the first rack that offered them and disappeared inside the little room.

Dropping her bag to the floor Joy struggled to peel off her top and the remainder of her bra. As all supports left them gravity pulled her mams down through the open space between stomach and fabric and Joy threw the confining fabric aside.

“Holy. Shit.”

Round sex pillows the size of watermelons hung from her. Joy was barely able to keep her back straight. They were bigger than anything the girl had ever imagined having.

They were amazing.

“I must have, like, the biggest titties of all time!” she exclaimed, clapping and lifting up off her heels for a moment. The fresh flesh bounced and pulled, forcing Joy to brace herself against the wall. Once they stopped moving she took a moment to hold and cradle them, reveling in the sensation of her palms against her bosom. They felt good – maybe not much more so than her breasts usually did – but the novelty of being able to lose her face in her own cleavage added something to Joy’s experience.

The reality of having to eventually leave the dressing room hadn’t been forgotten, and when she was done exploring she picked up the sweatshirt. There was some struggling before she was able to get the XL sweatshirt over her assets. So big were they that the supposedly large top barely reached Joy’s belly button.

As she left the dressing room Joy looked for the credit card in her bag. Making her way towards the front, with both her breasts blocking her vision and her attention directed towards the search for her card, she didn’t see Jon Ronson in front of her.

“Oh! Hey, look where-” was all Jon got out before he saw the size of the chest that had bumped into him. The gears changed. “Sorry, I didn’t see…Joy?”

“Oh hey Jon, how are you?” Joy blushed. His gaze at her fully-filled sweatshirt and the obvious shifting of things around his crotch wasn’t anything she was unfamiliar with, but something about the over-the-top nature of her changed body made her suddenly bashful.

Also, her bra-less nipples were rubbing against the inside of the sweatshirt and stirring things up around her crotch.

“I’m fine, thanks,” Jon finally answered, not initially registering that she’d asked him a question. “What’s nnn…uh…what are you up to?”

“Oh, just some clothes shopping,” Joy replied. She pulled out her credit card in a victorious flourish, and simultaneously twisted her torso back and forth. This caused her boobs and his eyes to swing a bit. “Would you like to help me try something on in the dressing room?”

The pause that followed Joy’s question was caused by Jon’s brain trying to pull itself together.

“I, uh, I’d love to, but I have practice to get to. However, I’d love to check out one of your new outfits tonight at the Kappa party,” Jon finally replied.

“Oh, sure,” Joy replied. Then a fun thought struck her. If her breasts alone were melting his mind, then… “And you know what, Jon? If you see my roommate Jenna you should invite her as well. If I see her I’ll do so myself. I think you’ll find out that there are some new things we’ve been…sharing.”

Joy’s response had been purposefully unclear, and Jon’s mind filled in the blanks Joy suspected that his young male mind would. She couldn’t wait for his reaction to seeing them together.

“Uh sure. See you then,” Jon affirmed, and he stumbled into two clothes racks as he tried to leave while letting his eyes linger on the expanse wrapped within the sweatshirt. As he finally left the store Joy giggled to herself, then approached the counter as she searched for the UPC tag hanging somewhere from her yet-to-be-purchased top. This would do for now, but she hoped she could find something much sexier back in her own closet.

to be continued…

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Compounding the Issue, Part IV

by Dan Standing

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Subpar

Jenna had walked to Prob/Stat 101 absolutely beaming. With a shirt that fit and a bra that kept her from being completely obscene she could not have been giddier about the looks she was getting. Seated in the second to last row, smack in the center, Joy could watch the reactions of the various male students who came in. Instead of stepping up onto the rows of desks some flat out stumbled as they eyed her eagerly bared cleavage.

In a way Jenna also relished the sneers she was getting from many of the girls, although deep down she did feel sad that someone would dislike her just for having big breasts. Soon the teacher arrived and class started. For the first ten minutes or so Jenna was able to concentrate on the class. However, it wasn’t long before her pencil was lowered and her eyes were raised. They wandered to the hunkier boys seated in the rows below her. Now she had the titties, so now she needed to decide who to use them on.

As Jenna’s eyes flitted about she settled on one of the basketball players. He had on shorts and a t-shirt that let her see the muscles of his arms and legs. Jenna nibbled her finger for a moment as she thought about running her hands over his flexing body, feeling his – what was he looking at?

Again Jenna followed a guy’s eye line and found him to be staring at a girl’s cleavage. Unlike last time this girl’s breasts were smaller than Jenna’s – although still nothing to scoff at.

He should have sat up here to gaze upon me… Jenna thought, suddenly jealous that a guy would even look at someone else’s subpar chest just because Jenna’s boobs were out of view.

As the thought concluded warmth welled up in the student’s chest. She looked down and this time managed to stifle her gasp as she saw her breasts once again growing. It was as if her stretched skin was being filled with warm clay. She felt the weight on her shoulders increase as the bra’s cups filled with her sinful cushions. Her nipples, which had been comfortably cradled by the cups, were now being plowed into the material.

Jenna sat as quietly as she could. When she’d grown the first time her surprise had robbed her of the chance to enjoy the magic acting on her. This time she would relish the changes being made to her. The bra and blouse had some room to spare, and as the support of the brassiere billowed her boobs up into the blouse’s collar Jenna let her bodily pleasure give her a little shiver as fabric and skin rubbed against each other.

After a moment the changes were done, and Jenna tried to calm her breathing. The bra was being strained, but was not cutting into her with any pain; Jenna figured she’d grown at least three inches, the last inch pushing her over Joy’s size.

As the full faculties of her logical mind returned to her Jenna acknowledge that she was a little confused by what had happened. She’d thought that the spell would just make her the same size as anyone she was jealous of. This girl had tinier titties than her, so…had she mistranslated the spell? Or, at least, misinterpreted? Would jealousy of any perceived competition cause her to grow, regardless of the difference between chest sizes?

Jenna’s concerns and thoughts on this wafted away, however. The supernatural warmth may have ebbed from her chest, but a far more natural one had welled up between her legs. The seemingly more important goal – or, at least, the more immediate one – was to sate the lust nestled amidst her thighs. So the search for a cock continued, and this time she looked around to those closer to her – perhaps a quickie in the restroom would be possible. A guy down a row and to her right had on some tight jeans which weren’t hiding the fact that he was excited about something. Jenna licked her lips; a nice thick object the size of a kielbasa was clearly outlined between the boy’s leg and his denim.

Assuming that this guy wasn’t turned on by math Jenna again tried to see what he was looking at. This time it was quickly obvious to Jenna what was going on. One female student in the second row was leaning back in her chair. She had small breasts, only about an inch bigger than Joy’s had been that morning. She was wearing a thin shirt over a bra. As Jenna had once done, this girl was wearing a bra far too big from her just so that it would give her some curves. But because of how far the cups pushed out the neck of her shirt this girl’s nipples were clearly visible inside the bra.

Fuck, he’s looking down there at her when I have way better tits and nips up here! Jenna muttered in her mind.

And then the warmth hit again.

Oh no no no…”

Jenna began squirming in her seat as the inflation of her mams began again. The bra was already filled, so the flesh had nowhere to go but up and out. The straps of the bra began digging into her shoulders, and Jenna sent a hand behind her back to try and release the hooks through her shirt. As those students behind and beside her took notice of Jenna’s struggles, and began not-so-subtly whispering amongst themselves, Jenna because self-conscious of what was happening. Between that, the pain on her shoulders, and the sound of material stretching near its breaking point, Jenna’s hands were too fumbly to make any progress behind her back.

It was when the top button of the busting blouse blasted off beyond the teacher’s podium that Jenna grabbed her things and lurched out of the classroom. Each desperate step down to the door threatened to throw her flesh into Jenna’s face. In the hallway her breasts were still growing as she saw her first chance at privacy; the handicapped bathroom. She locked herself inside the room and started to undo the remaining buttons of her blouse.

It was now that one of the bra straps finally had enough and snapped. Jenna was almost pulled to the floor as gravity yanked the overflowing tit down and forward. The brunette had just enough time to grip the sink and stop her fall, and the momentum caused the other bra strap to snap. Both breasts now overflowed out of Jenna’s shirt and across her ribs, and she stood braced against the sink as the growth came to an end.

Once she had her balance sorted out Jenna took a wobbly step back and looked in the mirror.

Jiggling balls of flesh just an inch bigger than volleyballs hung off of her skin. They blocked her upper arms in the reflection. Jenna couldn’t be sure if they were bigger than her head.

But they were far bigger than she’d ever intended.

I need to get to the library.”

There was panic in her voice. She’d said the sentence out loud in an attempt to calm and assure herself that there was a way to fix things, but that failed miserably as her voice trembled. She could no longer use the bra, and while the bottom buttons of the blouse could hold the material closed enough to keep her from being grabbed by campus security, it looked like she was wearing the sluttiest midriff baring tied-top ever. It offered no actual support, so Jenna had to walk carefully, while her breasts rolled and shook inside the shirt, constantly threatening to tug so hard on the knot that it would unwind and bare her nipples to the wind.

Like the last time the breast expansion had pushed her outside her control and comfort, Jenna was embarrassed by the outright leers she was getting as she bounced her way to the library. She wanted to be more desirable, not seen as slut. She could not believe how badly this was going.

Things did not appear to be improving for her when Jenna found the empty spot on the shelf.

Shit!” Jenna exclaimed, at this point not caring how quiet she was in the library. She pulled all the books from the shelf that Kora’s tome was supposed to be on, and then all the books off the shelf below that. When she was certain it was gone she slumped with her back against the shelves and almost slid to the floor. The weight of her breasts caused her upper torso to hang forward, and the angle kept her from sliding all the way down. She pulled out her phone and texted Joy, hoping she had some idea as to the whereabouts of the book.

When no response came back immediately she decided to return to the dorm room, and hope she could a) avoid Kora, and b) find something of Joy’s that would fit her new bosom.

Jenna found herself once again skulking across campus, her arms and bag crossed over her breasts to again hide and support tits she’d been unprepared for. After she’d passed the student store by about twenty paces she was stopped by a male voice.

Hey Jenna, wait up!”

Jenna could hear someone running up behind her. She dared not turn, afraid her swinging swaddlings would either pull her over or knock down whoever was approaching. She was surprised to see Jon Ronson jog around to face her.

Hi Jon,” Jenna almost stuttered, letting the coverage of her breasts go slack a little, “What can I do for you?”

Well, I just wanted to…” Jon’s voice trailed a little as he got a glimpse of the cavernous cleavage pushing up behind Jenna’s arms, “…to, uh, invite you to the big Kappa party tonight.”

Jenna’s heart skipped. She’d been to plenty of frat parties before, but had always gotten in as part of a group – or because nobody stopped her. But to be singled out and invited…she knew she was holding the reason for this in her hands. Her panic over her unintended growth had pushed her earlier arousal away, but now – with this hunk standing before her – Jenna felt it well up again. She let her arms relax even more.

Thank you so much, Jon,” Jenna smiled at him, bending slightly in a mock curtsy designed to give him a better view, “Hey, do you want to go someplace a little more private and…talk about the party?”

Oh, no, but thanks, I have to get to practice,” Jon replied, not at all trying to hide his interest in Jenna’s cleavage, “But I’d love to…catch up with you tonight at the party.”

That sounds great,” Jenna smiled, and the two parted.

She seriously hoped she could find something of Joy’s to wear.

But now she could let maybe a little more skin show.

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Compounding the Issue, Part III

by Dan Standing

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Jealousy

The flushed brunette was hugging her bag to her bosom as she went back to her dorm. She’d quickly learned that swift movement and large unsupported breasts did not get along, and was trying her best to both cover and support her chest as she entered the dormitory. Her back ached, making each movement all the more frustrating. As she punched in the code and opened the dorm room door she was in for another – although not entirely unexpected – shock.

Someone had clearly been rummaging through her room. This wasn’t the drawers-flung-open and trash-spilled-all-over mess of a robbery. This was someone – Jenna immediately knew it was Kora – trying to find something specific while disturbing as little as possible. Despite the efforts to hide the search Jenna could tell that clothes, books, and other small items had not been put back exactly in their original places.

But this was not the time to freak out about the invasion of privacy. Jenna needed to be in and out before Kora came back from whatever class or nap she was taking. The recently enhanced girl threw down her things and jiggled across the room to Joy’s dresser. She pulled open the top drawer and yanked out a bra.

She’d seen Joy put it on before. Jenna pulled off her blouse and…had to stare.

My God…” Jenna whispered as she caught sight of her profile in the mirror. She dropped her shirt on Joy’s bed and took a few steps towards her reflection, as if in a trance. Her breasts were round delicacies, capped with now-to-scale nipples that held fast and straight in the open air. Her pillows had a wonderful curve gently shaped by gravity’s sloping, and she could fully sense all the muscles tugged by the swinging weight growing forth from her. Jenna lifted her hands, making small cups beneath the lower curve of her bosom – her bosom! Her warm flesh easily overflowed over her palms and fingers.

Yet another sharp intake of breath at the sensation of hands to tits indicated how sensitive Jenna’s bossom was. Maybe she’d always been this sensitive and not known it, or this was a side effect of the spell – she couldn’t be certain if it was either or a combination of both. For a moment she was tempted to further explore her expanses of virgin flesh, but the sound of running in the hall snapped her out of it. Kora could return to look for them at any minute, and the guilty girl had proof of her magical theft hanging literally under her nose.

She grabbed the bra, hooked it together first in front of her as she’d seen Joy do before and then rotated the brassiere’s clasps to her back. At that point it was as easy to slip the straps over her shoulders. Jenna’s new boobs didn’t quite fill the cups designed for Joy’s grapefruits, but the bra still provided the needed support. She quickly pulled one of Joy’s own button-down blouses out of another draw, grabbed her stuff, and made it out of the dorm in time for her next class – but more importantly, before Kora caught her.

Outside the building she ran smack into Joy.

Oh! Jenna! There you are!” If Joy had been given the time to really think about how it had felt for her soft, full chest to slam into Jenna’s new one, perhaps what Joy asked next would not have been necessary. “Any luck with that spell book?”

Then Joy got a look.

Oh shit! What did you do to – is that one of my blouses? And bras?!”

Shhhhh!” Jenna practically slapped her hand over her roommate’s mouth. She took Joy by the shoulders and led her away from the building’s entrance, “I just saw our room, Kora was in there looking for the book!”

Fuck our room, I’d do that too if I was missing a real spell book! I mean, those do mean you got the spells to work, right?” Joy asked, pushing herself upright, completely unconcerned about Kora. She smacked the left cup of the bra, sending Jenna’s new gelatin bags jiggling.

Shit, don’t hit my boobs!”

I hit my shirt and my bra!”

I’m sorry, but I needed something! I cast a spell that made me grow bigger boobs when I saw a guy looking at breasts bigger than mine! Isn’t this awesome?”

Of course it is!” Jenna lied.

I have to get to class, I’ll fill you in later, just don’t let Kora catch you or make you tell her where we hid her book!” Jenna ordered, pulling away from Joy and enjoying her ability to once again move quickly with minimum chesticular discomfort.

Yes…” Joy said, mostly to herself, “…where we hid the book.”

The blonde was at the library’s third floor in a flash.

Joy had the utmost love and respect for Jenna, but the idea of one of them having both a big brain and big boobs sent shivers up Joy’s spine. This was a status quo which, as far as Joy was concerned, had done well for their friendship so far and was worth preserving.

Conveniently, a big brain was not required to use a Latin translator app. After a few minutes Joy found the spell that she suspected Jenna had used. But that wouldn’t help Joy now, since she’d have to wait for Jenna’s breasts to get bigger than hers before she could become jealous of them and grow herself. She needed something to keep her in the lead.

Breasts as she grows bigger,” sounded like a promising spell translation. After figuring out instructions about the placement of names, a little blood ingestion, and triple repetition, Joy had completed the ritual.

And felt no different.

She immediately realized that, since Jenna’s chest was currently smaller than her own, there was no reason to feel anything.

Joy was about to put the book back when a thought struck her; eventually Jenna would learn what Joy had done, and how would she react? Jenna had just wanted bigger boobs like Joy’s, and Joy had just cast a spell which made it seem like she was somehow competing or under attack. Joy didn’t really mean Jenna any ill will, she just…she just didn’t know what else to do to remain special. Joy wasn’t trying to stop Jenna from getting what she wanted. Jenna would still have big boobs, but Joy’s would remain bigger, it worked out for everyone!

But if it was really win-win why did Joy have such a pit in her gut? Doubt was creeping into her mind; would Jenna understand Joy’s true intention and reasons? Or would she see it as some sort of betrayal of their friendship? Each of these thoughts made Joy sick to her stomach. She quickly pulled the book back down and began translating once more. There had to be something in there to make sure Jenna wouldn’t hate Joy for what she’d done.

And converts the relationship there will be love.”

That sounded good – if the relationship changed then they wouldn’t hate each other, right? That made sense. A little blood, some names, three repetitions, and Joy felt like she could go on with her day without fear.

But, just in case that didn’t work, she grabbed the book and forced it tightly into her bag. If Kora had already searched the dorm and found nothing, she wouldn’t waste her time checking again, right?

Joy wondered what it would feel like when her breasts grew. She hoped it’d feel good. Before she had a chance to consider how restrictive her tank top and bra already were she realized she would be late for class if she didn’t get a move on, and any further thoughts on the matter left her mind.

to be continued…

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Compounding the Issue, Part II

by Dan Standing

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Investigation

Freshman year Jenna and Joy had discovered what they called the library’s Book Graveyard. It was actually the shelves for part 030 of the Dewey Decimal System – the Encyclopedia and Book of Facts section. The internet, search engines, and online databases had made this selection of World Books, 1990s Bar Books of Random Facts, and other reference material a long abandoned collection of information.

Instead of trashing this reference material and leaving a large stretch of empty shelves the campus library moved the books to the far back corner of the third floor. Layers of dust could be measured with a ruler atop the door-to-door-sold tomes, and it was in this quiet corner that the two girls finally pulled out their pilfered pages.

“What the hell is this?” Joy growled as they flipped through the book she’d snatched from Kora’s desk. The front cover was a nondescript gray with no writing on it. It looked as if it could have started out a blank journal, but the internal pages now clearly showed it was not a diary. The formatting was much more similar to that of an instructional book.

Also, the text was not in English.

“Hold on a second,” Jenna muttered as she pulled out her phone and called up a translator. She typed in a few words from a page which looked like a table of contents. The app took a moment to analyze them. “Huh.”

“What’s it say?”

“Well, this is Latin.”

“Kora speaks Latin?” Joy replied, “You don’t even know Latin, but Kora does?”

“No one speaks Latin except for the Pope, and I don’t think this is a religious text. Or, at least not Catholic.”

“Why?”

“Because this is a listing of spells!” Jenna answered with some honest enthusiasm in her voice. She really hadn’t known what they would have achieved with any information from Kora’s diary, besides bringing more of her wrath down upon them.

But to find a book of spells? That was different.

“Spells? Shit, I risked my neck for useless junk? No one would believe us if we tried to shame her about it,” Joy sighed. She’d been holding the book while Jenna translated, but now she pushed it fully into the other girl’s grasp. “At least I can still make it to class on time.”

“Well, if Kora thinks these spells work, maybe they could be useful,” Jenna replied, struggling to hold open the text in one hand, while typing with just her thumb on the phone held in her other.

“You think they’re real?” Joy almost laughed – how could anyone so smart think such a thing?

“No, no, I don’t,” Jenna partially lied, “But if Kora thinks they’re real maybe there’s something in here we could gently threaten her with. You know, like, ‘Leave us alone or we turn you into a newt.’”

“Okay, yeah, I can see that maybe working. But do me a favor – leave the book here…” Joy patted her hand to a shelf above her that wasn’t quite full, “…just in case Kora decides to start searching dorms once she realizes it’s missing.”

“Good idea,” Jenna said somewhat absently as Joy began to edge herself away, “Enjoy class, I still have a little time.”

“Okay, thanks.”

As Joy left Jenna propped the book open on one of the shelves – typing with one thumb was taking too long and creating too many typos. As English translations came back it was difficult to get an exact contemporary meaning for many of the Latin phrases, especially since context was limited. But so far Jenna could tell that the book was dedicated to the enhancement of the body and mind. Based on their titles there looked to be spells that would change one’s hair color, taste preferences, height, eye color, and even ear size and orientation.

These were all interesting, but not really of interest.But Jenna stopped when she reached one that read “One grows breasts overcome a rival.”

That sounded promising.

But also ridiculous.

But it was still worth a shot.

A few more translations and Jenna found that all she had to do was read the spell aloud three times while ingesting some blood. It didn’t specify whose, so she pulled out a nail file and scratched the back of her hand. A little trickle of red surfaced, which Jenna quickly licked up and swallowed. She then repeated the phrase.

Standing for a moment she waited to see what would happen.

Nothing did.

A cold tide of shame overcame Jenna. Even though no one had been around to see what she had tried to do, Jenna couldn’t believe she’d actually been so desperate for bigger tits that she’d actually try a magic spell.

What’s wrong with me? Jenna silently fumed. She angrily shoved the book up where Joy had indicated earlier and stormed off to class.

 

Realization

Jenna had been sitting so completely swallowed up in her personal disappointment that she hadn’t noticed the professor starting class. As she waded out of her mind and back to the world around her she pulled out her notebook and began taking notes.

This, of course, forced her to look down at absolutely nothing blocking her vision. And this reminded her of the childish actions she’d taken.

She angrily clapped the pencil down onto her desk loud enough that those students immediately around her looked up for a moment. Jenna didn’t care, she was already too ashamed of herself to add any more embarrassment to the pile. She had to put something else on her mind. Even though she was in the back row of a stadium style classroom she didn’t dare risk playing with her phone. She needed something else to occupy her time with that didn’t glow in her lap and risk her being thrown out.

Looking around Jenna spotted Jon Ronson seated a few rows down from her and about four seats over. Jon was one of the school’s star football players.

There were few female students that didn’t want to find his eyes resting on them at a party. And fewer still that didn’t find his warm manhood resting on them after a frat house event. Sadly, despite her party past, Jenna was only a member of the former group, not the latter.

Jon had hung his varsity jacket on the back of his chair. He sat in full view of many fawning females, his cotton t-shirt hugging every one of his muscles. At the moment Jon was eagerly writing down a note from the droning professor that Jenna had missed, thanks to her personal distraction. She didn’t care, she just watched the young man, imagining what he would be like right after a game, hot and sweaty, taking his shirt off in the locker room…

Suddenly Jon’s imaginary upper body wasn’t the only thing that was wet.

As Jenna gazed upon Jon he stopped writing and looked up. It took a moment for Jenna to realize he wasn’t looking in the direction of the professor. When she followed Jon’s gaze Jenna saw that he was staring at a cheerleader two rows below and across from him. The young woman was eagerly taking her own notes, and the angle of her bent back in combination with her low-cut shirt meant that her apple-sized breasts were almost entirely on display.

Jenna felt a twinge of jealousy run through her, and suddenly her breasts felt warm. This was not just a blush from the Green Monster – something truly unusual was acting on her. A quick glance down proved it; Jenna could see her nipples being pushed against the inside of her shirt as her breasts grew beneath them.

Hold on – as her breasts grew beneath them?

“Holly shit!” Jenna hissed, not loud enough to get the attention of the droning professor, but loud enough that her immediate neighbors looked over.

And kept looking.

By now Jenna had her hands in front of her stretching top, the little teepees caused by her teats only an inch or two away from her fluttering fingers. She hadn’t yet noticed the stares she was getting as her tits continued to swell, her nipples getting harder and harder from the fabric pressing against them. Her breath was ragged as little pulses pumped new fat into her chest, the skin stretching and then relaxing with each growth spurt. It felt like a large mouth was taking in Jenna’s whole breasts and then letting them slide through the lips, leaving them a touch larger each time.

“Oh…” Jenna sighed, her body spasming from the feel of the fabric. Her boobs had passed the size of her fists and her expansion was starting to slow as she reached softball-size. She continued to stare down in shock, the world around her just a peripheral blur until the guy next to her slurped up the drip of drool hanging from his lip and murmured, “Cool!”

Jenna made a sharp intake of air as she sat bolt upright and realized she was being watched. The intake of air was not from sudden embarrassment – although she was quite embarrassed now – but was actually caused by the feeling of her tits bouncing around under her shirt. Her new mass was confined by the material and threatening to pop at least one button. Jenna was completely unprepared for the weight of the fleshy mounds of jelly that had suddenly overgrown her ribs.

Flushed with arousal and embarrassment Jenna quickly grabbed her things and rushed out of class.

to be continued…

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