The rustle of a book's page occasionally being turned was all the sound present in a certain room. It looked largely ordinary, as did the house that it was a part of; however, the house's bland color and overly standard design made the humdrum look seem almost artificial, while the room came off as more natural. In that room was an antique wooden desk the book was placed on, which was occupied by a purple-haired young woman poring over the document's contents.
It had been a few months since Erika had first met Dorothy, experiencing easily the strangest scene of her life up to that point when the playful witch caused her breasts, butt, lips, and nether lips to swell up with grape jelly, and then squeezed it out through her nipples, mouth, and pussy. Though she had been panicked about it at first, she quickly warmed up to the feelings that the odd changes to her body produced, and was quite loudly enjoying herself by the time it was over. When Dorothy then asked the young artist to begin studying magic alongside her as an apprentice, Erika was quick to say yes.
A period of transition erupted from that single word, with Erika immediately canceling the lease on her apartment and moving all of her belongings into Dorothy's house. Fortunately, Erika didn't have a regular job to work around, though it wouldn've have mattered much considering Dorothy was now providing for most her needs anyway. Before long, the purple-haired artist had found herself set up in her own room in Dorothy's surprisingly spacious house.
The room was quite large, being somewhere between two to three times the size of her previous, rather average-sized, bedroom. It's furnishings were a mix between what of Erika's old possessions she was personally attached to, and older, more elegant items provided by her new mentor. A huge canopy bed was set against the far wall, with fluffy violet covers that were warm and inviting. A sparce entertainment center, just the fairly old television and DVD player she had brought over from before, was set against one side wall, and the solid oak desk she was currently working at was alongside the opposite wall.
Erika spent a great deal of time these days studying and practicing magic, poring over the tomes Dorothy providing, watching the witch demonstrate various techniques with the most dissecting gaze she could manage, and acquainting herself with all of the equipment and substances that her mentor used. After the day she had first met Dorothy, Erika had found herself enamored by the magic and what she could do with it, and her enthusiasm quickly became dedication, propelling��the young artist into absorbing the information rapidly.
Thoughout that learning, Dorothy hadn't been a particularly strict teacher, but she was often fond of being unexpected; her perferred method of teaching was to inflict various transformations and spells on Erika and having the young woman dispel them herself. The results tended to vary; sometimes she would actually succeed without incident, other times she would not, and Dorothy would eventually have to help her find the information she needed, and still other times, the spells would overcome Erika entirely, and the situation would degenerate into a sexual frenzy that still made her blush just by thinking about it.
In the present, Erika's thoughts intruded on her studies, and she turned around in her seat to examine the room behind her again. She was met by her usual furnishings, white walls, and bluish-gray carpeting. Though her bed was enormous, especially compared to what she had been used to, the room was big enough that a vast empty space was left to dominate the rest of the room. Erika had come to be glad for that, as many of the transformations she had gone through, both those from Dorothy and those self-inflicted, involved parts of her body growing to massive sizes.
It was only a week or so after Erika had moved into Dorothy's home and began learning magic when she was studying at her desk one evening. The night had been uneventful until Erika heard a knocking on the door; knowing it was undoubtedly Dorothy, Erika welcomed her inside, and the witch sauntered in, carrying a tray on which was placed a spoon and a porcelain bowl filled with ice cream. Dorothy came up to the desk, setting down her cargo next to Erika with a smile on her face.
"Here you go, I thought that, with all of this studying, you might want a snack." Dorothy remarked. Erika looked down at the bowl, and a grin of pleased recognition spread across her face.
"Mint chocolate chip? This is my favorite!" Erika squealed, looking up to flash her appreciative smile at Dorothy, who only grinned back.
"Think nothing of it." The witch said, her voice seeming to echo slightly. With a wink, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving Erika with her book and her new snack.
Erika continued with reading the tome before her, now interspersing informative paragraphs with spoonfuls of sweet ice cream. Whether it was the ice cream itself or the fact that Erika hadn't indulged in any for some time, it was even better than she remembered, and she found herself devouring it enthusiastically. Over and over again she enjoyed the cool cream slide down her insides, eventually emptying the bowl entirely.
With that distraction gone, Erika returned to focusing entirely on her book. Within a few minutes, though, Erika started wiggling about in her seat, finding herself settling into it oddly. However, the feeling soon passed, so Erika returned to her book, briefly noting that the chair started to feel softer and more cushioned. A confused look crossed the young woman's face as she looked down and noticed the surface of the desk much lower in her field of vision than before, the book now too far away to read. Erika reached out to pick up the book, and lifted it to where she could read it again.
As she continued studying, Erika suddenly heard the snap of fabric giving out, causing her to cast about in confusion for the source. Nothing presented itself, and Erika wiggled her hips again, enjoying the newfound plushyness of the chair. As she did so, she suddenly felt something pressing insistently into the flesh of her bottom; after a few moments of annoyance, she put the book down and got up out of her seat, finding the task oddly difficult for some reason, and turned to examine her recently vacated chair.
"Huh. Now that's just wierd." There was nothing on the chair that would've pressed against Erika's butt in the way she had just felt, and the seat didn't look nearly as cushioned as it had seemed while she was sitting in it. She decided to go ask Dorothy about it, and turned to leave her room. Erika wobbled about a bit as her balance wavered, but she passed it off as simply being tired as she made her way to the exit; the thick, oak door was a little over twice as wide most doors Erika was used to seeing, Dorothy intending for them to accomodate the massively expanded breasts and butts she enjoyed creating. Not thinking much about that, Erika staggered through the doorway, bumping first her left hip and then her right against the edges of the doorway.
"Wow, I really am tired." Erika muttered to herself. "I'm going straight to bed once I'm done talking to Dorothy."
Erika came across her mentor with only a minimum of searching, finding Dorothy in the living room lounging in a easy chair, poring over a notebook as she idly tapped a pen against her lips, occasionally using it to jot down notes. The witch turned toward the young artist as soon as she stepped into the room, grinning widely in greeting.
"Well, hello Erika. Is there something you'd like to talk to me about?" The witch asked.
"Ummm... I'm not sure. I've been noticing some kinda wierd things in my room for the past few minutes. I was wondering if you might take a look or something." Erika answered, idly noticing a draft moving past her lower body.
"I see..." Dorothy replied, her expression shifting to one of slight dissapointment. "Maybe it was a little early for that..."
"For what?" Erika inquired. Dorothy put the pad down, got up out of her chair, and started walking towards her.
"We've been mostly working on performing and dispelling physical changes up until now. However, you'll also need to be able to deal with mental influences, so I tried something different when I came into your room earlier. The fact that you've noticed something was off means that you are making progress, but you'll need to work on this much more in the future." Dorothy had reached Erika by the time she was done talking, and she extended a finger out to tap her student on the forehead. Erika shook her head as her head lightly spun, a feeling settling over her as if a bout of disorientation was going away, when she looked down.
"Woah! What the?" The first thing Erika saw, the first thing anyone would see, was her hips and ass, which had collectively grown to an immense size. Her hips jutted out nearly the width of her torso on each side, supported by mammoth thighs so thick the soft columns nearly pressed together just by standing normally. Erika's ass was practically an explosion of flesh from her waist, the plushy cheeks as round as truck tires and forming a shelf that was practically enough to qualify as an office desk. Her panties had clearly snapped off long ago, and her usual skirt was woefully unqualified to contain her new endowments, now nothing more than a comparatively small band of rumpled fabric sitting on top of the smooth globes.
"Yes, that did turn out well, didn't it?" Dorothy chuckled as she circled around her student, reaching out to press her hand into Erika's ass, the pillowy flesh giving way so much that the witch soon was up to halfway up her forearm in the young artist's squishy buttock. Erika quickly discovered that the increase in size also brought about an increase in sensitivity, as she couldn't help but moan as her abundant butt was squeezed and caressed. Dorothy grinned as she pressed on, shaking Erika's ass about a bit and setting it into an uncontrollable jiggling.
"Oooh, wow..." Erika groaned out, quickly taking to groping her own bountiful bum and wobbling it about to enjoy the delightful buzz it elicited. As the pleasure overwhelmed the young artist, she fell to her knees, her massive ass plopping down on the floor behind her. Dorothy seized the opportunity, sitting down on one giant cheek before settling down so that she was lounging languidly across the width of her student's rump, coaxing a sigh from Erika as she enjoyed the steady, constant pressure on her sensitive flesh pillows.
"Yes, that's nice..." Erika murmured, before slowly drifting partway back to attentiveness. "But isn't this rewarding me for failing your test?" Dorothy stopped, and seemed to consider the logic for a moment.
"Hmm, I see..." Dorothy started, shifting her position draped across Erika's butt so that she was leaning towards the young woman's face. "That is true." She continued with a grin, darting forward to plant a quick kiss on Erika's lips before drawing back so that the half-lidded eyes of both women briefly regarded each other.
"So I'm done for now. Go figure out how to dispel the butt expansion spell, and then read up more on resisting mental influence." Like a shot, Dorothy's desire was gone, and she hopped off of Erika's rear before waving her off and returning to her notebook. It took a moment for Erika to catch up with the situation and realize that the would-be tryst was over, fighting the immense weight behind her as she grudgingly got up from from the floor and staggered back to her room.
Erika gasped as her breasts had finally grown large enough to reach the floor, her nipples growing hard as they pressed against the cold marble. The distraction from the rapid growth of her ass reminded Erika of the feelings coming from the jelly being forcibly expelled from her, and for a moment she lost herself again in the oddly pleasurable sensations as the thick, slippery goo oozed from her nipples to squish against the floor. Erika's plushy thighs ground together as she moaned out her body's response to what was happening to it, and her pussy quickly started flooding with a cool wetness.
Back in the present, Erika let out an embarrassed sigh as she remembered that ill-advised comment back during Dorothy's first attempt to teach her about mental influencing. She had still greatly enjoyed the sensitivity of her expanded ass before discovering how to reverse it, but it was nothing compared to what Erika knew Dorothy could make her feel. She pushed the memory aside though, knowing that there were plenty of other times where Dorothy did transform her and help her enjoy the pleasure of it to the fullest extent.
Fighting off a blush as flashes of those memories came up, Erika continued studying, at the same time considering what she should do the next day. After all, in most ways, Erika's life didn't change much after being taken in by Dorothy; she still maintained contact with her friends and family, kept up all of her hobbies, and even continued her painting, just to a lesser extent. The only caveat was that she wasn't allowed to tell other people about magic, but Erika didn't find herself tempted to do so often.
After a little thought, Erika decided to save the decision for later, and continued studying. She was looking for a number of specific spells, having gained a preoccupation with recreating a transformation she had undergone about a week earlier. Her memory of the event was hazy, and it was evidently by sheer fortune that she had afflicted such a state onto herself. The young woman's thighs pressed together as her memories of the experience hit her.
"And that's the basics of infusing objects with transformative spells; it's a little trickier to do than regular incantation spells, but it is useful in a number of different ways, and more effective against anyone who has a resistance to magic." Dorothy said, finishing up another one of her lessons. "There's a great deal of more advanced stuff to learn about practical applications, though, so I want you to keep studying this until you can do it on your own."
Realizing that her mentor was done for the time being, Erika thanked her and turned to leave. As she exited, the young woman suddenly felt a slight bout of lightheadedness; it fled quickly, though, and Erika continued toward her room, idly scratching at a breast. She was still unconsciously fondling herself by the time she returned to her bedroom, setting her body to squirming about seemingly on its own. Erika's brow suddenly furrowed in confusion, aware that something felt off, but she wasn't sure what.
"Ahhh!" Erika gasped as her wandering hand suddenly tweaked a nipple, sending a twinge of arousal through her. The young artist brought her hand up to her face, examining it curiously for a moment before letting out another gasp, her other hand having buried itself between her thighs. She staggered over to the center of her room's empty space, falling to the floor with both hands fondling whatever soft flesh they could reach.
Erika continued to moan as her body simply did whatever came to her mind, growing more and more energetic as her excitement rose. Soon enough, she began moving on from simple fondling as magic started to surge through her hands, and another pair of breasts puffed out from underneath her original set. Her still-glowing hands kept moving, and her mind kept racing with new ideas even as her vision grew hazy from overwhelming passion. One last coherent thought went through her head as rationality left her.
"If I'm already doing things like this now, what'll I be doing by the time I snap out of this?"
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"Come now, Erika. Wake up." The firm yet warm voice roused the young artist from her delirium, and she looked up into the amused eyes of her teacher.
"Wha... What happened?" Erika asked, still bleary, but steadily returning to her senses. Dorothy chuckled good-naturedly in response.
"I decided to try testing another method of mental influence on you; specifically, removing your self-restraint temporarily. I've returned it, but it seems you still have a lot to learn about how to deal with more roundabout mental alterations." Dorothy responded, a tinge of excitement coloring her next words, "You do seem to have your self-alterations down, though. I'm sure you can deal with those on your own, at your leisure, of course." With that, the witch gave a wink, then turned and left, leaving Erika aware that her body was different, but curious as to how.
Erika looked down at herself, and yelped in shock. Breasts covered her torso, jutting from her front, sides, and back in tightly-packed clusters, all of them half again as large as her head. As she wriggled about in an effort to take stock of herself, she realized that her legs, well out of her sight by this point, had also transformed into breasts, leaving her effectively as a human raspberry. However, Erika had dealt with having such numerous breasts before; it was the nature of those breasts that was a new experience for her.
Erika's breasts had become a virtual rainbow of various different transformations. Some of her boobs had turned into chocolate and were leaking caramel from the nipples, others were formed of constantly jiggling Jell-o and lactated fruit juice, and still others had become huge masses of bubble gum, with big pink bubbles continuously inflating from her nipples and then falling away. Marshmallow mammaries, blueberry boobs, well-nigh literal watermelons, and gummi globes, all had a place on Erika's body, and all were steadily releasing their bounty over her body and the floor.
As Erika's eyes wandered over her altered form in amazement, she brought her arms up into her line of sight, and inspected them for differences. Feeling a heavy, wobbling weight at the end of her left arm, the young artist found herself less than surprised to find a bowling ball-sized breast in place of her left hand; unlike the others, this one was of normal flesh and blood, topped by a milk-dripping shot glass-sized nipple. The enticing pink spigot and the sweet smell of its milk drew Erika's attention irrevocably toward it, and before the purple-haired woman knew it, the nub was firmly between her suckling lips.
A few loud slurps were enough to draw a couple mouthfuls of creamy milk down Erika's throat, a radiating warmth following it down to her stomach. Just as she was enjoying it, though, Erika suddenly let out a long, deep moan as the heat flowed out to the clusters of breasts enveloping her torso, causing tremors to shake through all of them as they bloated out still further, the inflating masses flowing across the floor until finally reaching double their previous size. The various substances sloshing about in her breasts grew ever more plentiful as well, her now fist-sized nipples going from leaking to pouring their cargo onto the carpet.
"Hah... hah... How did I manage to do this? Wow..." Erika finally panted after recovering from her breasts's sudden swelling. She looked down at herself again, marveling at her now larger boobs, taking in the variety of flavors available to her. Erika's inspection soon revealed one breast that she had somehow missed before, placed between her original right tit and right shoulder, which was colored mint green with flecks of dark brown scattered throughout.
Erika's eyes widened as she recognized the substance the boob was made of, and promptly used her right hand to heft it towards her face, finding her ice cream mammary to be cool and soft to the touch. She brought her tongue up to her speckled breast and took a long, smooth, lick across its upper surface, already trembling with the pleasure of the sensual contact on such an oversensitized part of her body, and humming in delight as the flavor of mint chocolate chip ice cream flooded her taste buds. As she pulled back, she noticed a shallow rut where her tongue had grazed away some of the ice cream her breast was made of; however, after a couple seconds, ice cream steadily refilled the groove, leaving it as pristine as before.
Still looking over her ice cream breast, Erika then turned to the nipple, finding it to be a large, soft, and porous chocolate chip. Now curious, the artist ran her hand up the creamy teat until it was next to her nipple and squeezed, causing a hissing sound to flare up as whipped cream foamed out of the huge chocolate nub. Erika's gleeful grin widened further at the new discovery, and she leaned forward to lap up the foamy cream, taking small mouthfuls of her ice cream along with it, purring at the combination of sexual and culinary bliss that assaulted her.
Soon, Erika decided to move on from her ice cream breast, and began to look herself over in search of what to move on to next. She settled on her original left breast, now a snow white, pillowy marshmallow mass, and brought it up for taste testing. Finding the mammary soft and squishy against the boob capping her left arm that she was using to lift it, Erika zeroed in on the huge, puffy nipple, clamping her lips onto it and sucking for all she was worth. The young woman was rewarded with mouthfuls of warm marshmallow cream and another burst of pleasure, sending her that much closer to her impending climax.
Holding up the large yet lightweight marshmallow breast by clasping the nipple between her lips, Erika looked over herself again, realizing that she would need both hands free to get the most out of her situation. She let the marshmallow boob drop, watching it bounce and rebound against the many breasts surrounding it for several moments before wobbling to a halt. Her mouth free, the young woman said a brief incantation, and the breast at the end of her left arm shrank back down, deflating itself back into the shape of her usual hand; Erika flexed her fingers experimentally, grinning in satisfaction as everything responded normally.
Both hands now available, Erika set her mind toward getting the most she could out of all of her new breasts. One hand caressed the firm, drum-tight blue skin of a blueberry breast, squeezing fountains of juice from its bloated nipple, and the other hand closed over one of her squishy, multicolored gummi jubblies, causing its nub to spew out a flood of gummi-worms across the floor. Erika moaned as her fondling brought her excitement building to a boiling point, and she redoubled her efforts.
The young artist's hands roamed without rhyme or reason, settling over everything from breasts that were solid and unyielding to squishy boobs so jiggly that they wobbled about exaggeratedly with only the slightest of jostling. Every huge, plump nipple her groping hands found received an enthusiastic squeeze, letting loose another yelp and another burst of anything from fruit juice to a cloud of pink bubble gum bubbles. As Erika's panting came to a head alongside her intensifying ecstacy, she soon hit her breaking point, a rapturous scream rising from her throat as her orgasm hit.
"Mmmmaaaahhhh!" Erika wailed as her head jerked backwards, her hair brushing over the uppermost breasts on her back. All of her nipples pulsed before each began releasing rivers of their cargo onto the floor, intensifying the young woman's climax with the feeling of liquids to bubbles to gummi worms passing through her fleshy faucets. After several long, euphoric seconds, Erika finally came back to herself, reason returning as the imminent call of pleasure faded away.
"Wow, that was something." Erika mumbled to herself as she examined her body, now looking something like a dedicated sweet tooth's ultimate fantasy had exploded over a spherical pile of beach balls. "So good..." The artist whispered to herself as she collected a glop of caramel on her finger and licked it off.
"No, no, wait." She said to herself, shaking her head as if to dislodge the lustful thoughts welling up in it once more. "I should work on changing myself back." She started with the ice cream breast, waving a hand over it as a pink glow played over both; within moments, the brown-spackled mint green mass returned to the color and consistency of flesh, the massive chocolate chip crowning it changing back into a plump, pink nipple atop a wide areola. Another wave and flash of light, and the now-normal breast shrank back into the space between her original breasts and her right shoulder, rapidly diminishing to nothing. With the task begun, Erika steadily continued her efforts to return her body to normal.
"Mmm..." Erika purred, the pleasant memory enough to start making her body heat up. It quickly grew all but impossible for the young woman to concentrate on the tome before her as she idly stroked a breast in fond recollection. The intense feelings that came from such an eccentric form replayed in her head often, and her current study session, along with so many others over the past week, were bent toward finding out how she did it the first time, and then doing it to herself again.
Of course, she hadn't become obscessed enough with replicating the transformation that it interfered with other parts of her life, but she certainly put a great deal of time and effort toward that particular quest. However, Erika's studies were soon abandoned for the time being as she found herself growing more and more involved with caressing her increasingly smouldering form, having moved on to massaging her thighs as well as her breasts, steadily moving inward as her motions grew more fervent. After a couple minutes of stoking her growing heat, Erika suddenly felt her lips grow cool and heavy, and her eyes went wide in realization.
"Oh no, it has been awhile since I've eaten, hasn't it?" Back when Erika had first met Dorothy, the spell the witch had cast on her to force her body to bloat with grape jelly had been left on her. It usually remained dormant, only making a temporary return either whenever Erika ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, or when she was significantly hungry and significantly horny at the same time. Of course, even when actively avoiding the former, studying sex-based magic dutifully enough to often forget about eating tended to result in the latter happening on a more regular basis than one would think.
Erika's lips continued inflating, and they each quickly reached double the size of her thumb. The swelling then moved on to other parts of her body, her bloating breasts pressing out against her blouse and her growing butt lifting her up in her chair. Erika's nipples shot up to full hardness as the cold jelly filled up the breasts behind them, and she began to squirm as her ass likewise had the chilled purple goo steadily pumped into it.
Light moans were beginning to force their way from Erika's throat as her tits and ass continued to expand, her bosom effortlessly shredding through her top as each breast shot past the size of her head, and her rear having grown to about the same size. Erika stumbled out of her chair and into the empty space of her room to give herself more space when the rapid plumping continued to her already aroused pussy, and her nether lips began throbbing as they billowed outward as well. The purple-haired woman looked down at herself, finding her pussy lips and nipples already tinged a deep purple and oozing thin streams of jelly.
Erika ran an index finger over one of her still swelling breasts, gathering up a small blob of jelly and lifting it up to her mouth. The digit slid between the giant pillows that her lips had become, and Erika hummed in delight as the sweet, fruity taste assaulted her. When she swallowed it down, though, the flavor didn't leave, and her mouth began to refill with the grape goo as it began materializing both there and in her lips, which resumed bloating up once more.
"Is that your little affliction rearing its wonderful head again?" Erika's head jerked up, her bubbly lips jiggling about with the movement, and found Dorothy sauntering through the doorway and into her room. "I just love when that old spell gets the better of you; it's almost enough to make me hope you never find out how to remove it." Erika wobbled her way to her feet as Dorothy reached her, the witch leaning in to plant a tender kiss on Erika's plumpening lips.
By the time Dorothy pulled away, the expansion of Erika's various sensitive parts had run their course and slowed to a stop, her breasts ending at just over twice the size of her head, capped by jelly-gushing, shot glass nipples. Her butt was at a comparable size, and her skirt wasn't so much covering it as it was sitting uselessly on top of the soft, massive cheeks; her face was home to a pair of lips that spread from her nose down to her chin, and her nether lips were each the size of a fist, with a small river of jelly pouring from the slit between them.
"Mmm... so much to taste; I just love this spell!" Dorothy exclaimed, grabbing the upper portion of her robes and pulling them down. As with every time Dorothy revealed her bare breasts, Erika marveled at them, at the soft, smooth skin, the perfectly formed shape and naturally large size, and, of course, how Dorothy possessed a large, puffy pair of pink lips in place of each nipple, a feature that the witch referred to as 'lipples'. Both sets of lipples pursed for a moment, and then a pink tongue flicked out to lick their lips.
Dorothy reached out and grabbed Erika's shoulders, and then thrust her chest into that of the younger woman, the fat lips crowning both of the witch's large breasts clamping down on Erika's jelly spurting nipples. Erika's eyes crossed from pleasure overload as Dorothy's twin pairs of breast-adorning lips slurped noisily and intensely at her plump, purple jelly faucets, rapidly draining the grape-flavored goo from the artist's engorged, massive tits. Dorothy grinned impishly at Erika, the corners of both pairs of lipples also curling upward as much as they could while still gorging themselves of the rivers of jelly.
"Oooh, thank you." Erika murmured out. "I've been thinking about the kinds of things you do and the things you make me feel all night." The young artist wriggled about as her nipples remained captive under the two pairs of pillowy lips, her purple-tinged pussy pouring out thicker and thicker streams of jelly as her desire grew. Erika gazed at Dorothy with a sweltering, seductive heat, her own plump lips pursed together in an alluring pout; the witch grinned excitedly at the display.
"Oh, I hope you didn't think that I'd let your reminiscing end without making sure you've gotten some satisfaction from me. Rest assured, I'll make sure to live up those fantasies." Dorothy leaned into Erika a bit more, allowing her breasts, which had swollen up slightly with all of the jelly they had gulped down, to squish against her's student's bosom even more. The witch then let go of Erika's right shoulder, and her hand drifted down the artist's side toward her thighs, and the engorged treasure that lie between them.
"Ahhh, yes, please..." Erika moaned as Dorothy's nimble fingers reached her hot pussy. The witch's grin widened as she caressed the plush, sticky flesh, causing the gushing jelly to splatter about haphazardly. Erika was reduced to a pleasured mush by the treatment, and failed to notice Dorothy's other hand drifting down her wriggling form, settling behind the artist's vast, bobbing ass before rearing back and swinging into the soft flesh with a sharp 'smack'.
"Yeep!" yelped Erika, her hips involuntarily jerking forward, both away from the hand that had just spanked her and into the one manipulating her pussy. Dorothy had already moved her hand so that two fingers were jabbing straight forward, so that Erika's instinctual thrust also buried those extended fingers up to the hilt in her own slit. Erika's body went rigid as she let out a small whimper; Dorothy responded by pumping her fingers in and out of the young woman's hot, damp hole, producing a series of loud squelching sounds as jelly continued to splash over everything in sight.
"More... almost there..." Dorothy was spurred on by what few words Erika managed to force out, and her fingers sped up their pumping and wriggling in her student's still gushing pussy. The witch's lipples were still sucking hungrily at Erika's plump nipples, her boobs having fattened up to twice their original size from the constant flood of sweet jelly. Between the dual suction and the accelerating fingers at her engorged nether lips, Erika was at the brink of an intense climax; in a multi-pronged attack, Dorothy added a third finger to those pumping in and out of the young artist's pussy, had both lipples give a long, powerful suck on her fleshy jelly faucets, and finally leaned in to plant a passionate kiss on Erika's sensitive, jelly-swollen lips.
"Mmmmm!" Erika squealed from around where Dorothy's lips pressed against her own, her eyes rolling back in her head as her orgasm washed over her. The rivers of jelly pouring from her nipples and pussy suddenly redoubled in volume, adding still more to the growing lake of the grape confection that was quickly taking up the floor space of the room. Erika's body continued to shudder as pleasure surged up and down her form, taking several moments before finally leaving the young woman limp but satisfied.
Dorothy cradled Erika in her arms for a few moments, a small, warm smile briefly playing across her lips. Her mouth quickly returned to its impish grin, though, and she let Erika drop lightly down into the pool of jelly, the artist's still swollen curves squishing noisily in the goo. The cold of the confection jolted Erika from her daze, and her eyes fluttered open, taking in the vision of a still topless Dorothy sitting over her.
"That was great, Dorothy. Thank you so much." Erika purred, enhanced hips wiggling as she momentarily flashed back to the actions that prompted her gratitude. Dorothy chuckled mischievously in response.
"Who said it was over? The jelly filling spell is still working on you, so I think we still have a lot of fun ahead of us." Dorothy hungrily took in Erika's prone form as she licked her lips, the drastically puffier sets adorning her engorged breasts following suit.