"Lalala-lala~

The lovely voice of a young lady echoed through the bathroom, filling it with a cheerful melody. Inside a full bathtub the source of the music, a young woman in her early twenties was taking a bath, chirping this little tune while she thoroughly rubbed some foam over her leg. The water pearled off her skin as she stretched her leg into the air, reflecting the light of the ceiling lamp and the full moon that was shining through the window. "Ah, there's nothing like a hot bath", the woman sighed. The tips of her purple hair sunk into the water as she put her head back a little and glided a little deeper into the bathtub. Her leg cooled down a little as she held it into the air, so she pulled it back down after a while. Getting goose-bumps as her cold leg was embraced by the hot water she closed her crystal blue eyes, sinking with her shoulder-long hair even deeper into the bathtub until only her nose and eyes still looked out. Feeling utterly relaxed the woman continued to hum her little melody below the surface of the water, while mountains of foam were piling up around her. 

After a while the water began to cool down. Through the thick layer of foam an arm emerged from the water, and the young woman clicked her fingers. A shower of golden sparkles rained down on the bathtub, warming up her body and the water. Still humming her melody the young witch then moved her hand to the board above her bathtub, fumbling around its surface as she searched for her bathing lotion. Since she couldn't see well without her glasses and the foam was blocking her sight she tried to feel the bottle with her fingers. The first things she stumbled across were a few blue-shining glass balls that contained pure magical energy. Carefully moving her fingers over them so they would not roll off the shelf and into the bathtub she eventually found a vial that felt like her bathing lotion. The red liquid inside it sloshed a little as the young witch grabbed the bottle, and flicked the cork off with her thumb. After flying in a high curve through the bathroom it landed on the floor next to the tub, the small paper that was attached to it lying face-up, labeling the liquid inside the vial as a magical growth elixir.

Since it was a growth potion for plants however it had no effect on the young witch as she poured it into the water.


The young witch smiled, feeling the hot water surrounding her small, slender body. She actually dreaded the thought of going out a little as she knew she would immediately start freezing. It was no use though, even if she wanted to stay inside the hot water for the rest of the night, she had to go to witch academy later. The moment she thought of the academy her humming grew quieter, until the melody stopped completely. Letting out a sigh the young witch raised her head. Water dripped from her hair and the rest of her body as she sat up inside the tub, leaning forward to pull out the plug. While the water began to flow out of the tub she carefully stood up, almost slipping in the process, and stepped out onto the bathroom floor. A puddle formed beneath her feet, and foam was running down her wet body. The young witch lifted an arm, and with a click of her fingers released a small amount of magic from her hand. As it wandered from her arm over her entire body the foam and water magically disappeared, until the young witch was completely dry. Blushing since she was completely naked she clicked her fingers again, and her body was surrounded by golden sparkles. In the blink of an eye a ball gown popped up around her body, a large blue dress going down to the floor with lots of ribbons and bands attached to the noble fabric. "Um, that's a bit too much", she whispered, clicking her fingers again. Again sparkles surrounded her body, and the dress was replaced with a pair of form-fitting jeans shorts and a cropped T-shirt. "A-and that's a bit t-too little", she stuttered, her cheeks turning a little redder. Another try and she was standing around in nothing but underwear, black lingerie to be precise. "Way too little!", she yelped. After her next click, she wore a black mini-skirt and an even smaller top that had a deep cut on the front, showing a large excerpt of her flat chest. "WHY DO I EVEN HAVE THIS?!" 

Her head was shining like a tomato as she changed her clothes one more time. Once the sparkles had vanished she was left in a traditional black witch dress plus matching hat; well, more or less traditional. The dress she had summoned lacked holders and the skirt only reached a little below her butt, while ending just above her chest where it would have probably left a small amount of cleavage on any woman with a little bit more bosom than herself. "Well, better than the last ones I guess", she mumbled, smoothing the fabric around her body. "I settle with this before I end up in a G-thong." The young witch then took a shy glance into the mirror. The black dress fit relatively well on her slender figure, only puffing a little around her chest while lying quite smoothly on the petite curves of her heart-shaped bum that was giving her body a very, very subtle pear-shape. With another click she made a black band appear in her hand, and tied her shoulder long purple hair into a braid that hung out of her witch hat. Another click of her fingers and she was holding a pair of round glasses in her hands, which she then put on her blue eyes. She pulled out two strands of her hair from her hat and let them fall down on each side of her face, just next to her ears, the hair automatically making a slight curl at the end. The young witch blushed, but smiled at her reflection, even putting her hands on her hips as she examined herself. While she admired herself in the mirror however, she couldn't shake off the feeling something was missing. The silky fabric of her dress felt so comfortable on her body, the skirt hugging her firm butt a little and lying smoothly on her hips and legs, yet it somehow didn't feel right.

The smile on her face suddenly disappeared, and her head began to shine like a red traffic light again: She was wearing no underwear.

"KYAAAAAAAA!" Her high-pitched shriek could be heard throughout the entire house and the surrounding area, scaring away some birds and other animals in the garden. Her glasses slid down a little because of her exaggerated reaction while her witch hat almost jumped off from her head. Feeling embarrassed right down to the bones the young witch immediately summoned herself a pair of panties and, since her dress had no halters to hide the straps of a bra, a simple linen corset. She casted the spell so harshly however the white undergarments she summoned were a tad bit too small, pinching her slightly, and the the corset was accidentally tied too tight. The young witch gasping for air as she nearly suffocated, almost losing consciousness. Hastily she loosened the strings with another spell, just so far that her corset wouldn't slide down. Once the pressure was released she immediately took in a very deep breath, panting for a few seconds. "G-god, good thing I don't live in the Middle Ages", she moaned, still breathless. "If I hadn't been burned for being a witch, I would have died just by wearing such a thing for too long! God bless the man who invented bras!" While she slowly calmed down again the additional blood flowed out of her face again, leaving only a slight blush on her cheeks. She pushed her glasses up again and tilted her witch hat back into place. "O-okay, I better check if I have everything before I leave for witch academy", she told herself. Academy was only starting in an hour, but she always showed up early in fear of being late, even though she could teleport herself there in less than a second. Thoroughly she looked over her small body, from her flat chest over her slim waist to her decently curved hips and butt down to her smooth legs and tiny feet that were still standing in the puddle of water. Moving her bare toes the young witch chuckled as she realized she wasn't wearing any shoes, and raised her hand. Considering her classic witch outfit she found a pair of black boots would suit best. She was about to click her fingers again, but then hesitated a moment. The blush on her face intensified again as she remembered the last mess-ups of her spontaneous incantations, from the incident with the underwear to the incident without the underwear. "M-maybe I should use an incantation this time", she whispered to herself. Raising her voice a little she stuttered: "Gi-Give, gi-gi give me, g-g-g-give..." The young witch shook her head, trying to find her focus. "G-G-Give me some, give me some boobs!", it blurred out of her, while at the same time she clicked her fingers. 

Silence. As if she was frozen the young witch was standing in the bathroom. The echo of her words still sounded inside her ears, and she felt her heart beating inside her throat. What was that? Did she mishear herself just now? Or had she really said what she thought to have? Boobs? Boobs instead of boots?! The young witch felt sweat forming on her entire body, especially her forehead, and a chill was going down her spine. Slowly, as if she didn't dare to look, she lowered her head, glancing nervously at her chest. Seconds seemed to run by at a painfully slow pace as she stared at the loose fabric on top of her dress. Boobs... Give me some boobs... Her hands were shaking as she looked down on herself, fearing the fabric would suddenly smoothen and press out from her body. She stood there for ten seconds, twenty seconds, eventually a whole minute, almost growing hysterical as she impatiently waited for something to happen. 

However, nothing happened. 

Slowly her heart-beat calmed down again. The young witch stressed once more as she saw her chest was bulging out slightly, but then sighed in relief when realizing it was only her breath. "I'm so stupid", she suddenly said to herself, giggling a little. "I-I mean I was about to do a summoning spell! Something like that won't affect my body! I-I could only have summoned a pair of boobs into the room!" She laughed, though it sounded rather forced. Again she took in a deep breath, until she felt (more or less) relaxed again. "Phew, that was a shock!", she said to herself. "And all I did was trying to get dressed!" She nervously began to tap with her fingers on her belly. The fabric of her dress really was smooth, almost feeling like silk even though it was just cotton. "I guess I can skip academy tonight", she continued to talk to herself. "I-I mean there are no really important lessons today, and I can practice by myself here at home." Still with bare feet she began to walk through the bathroom, her glasses sliding a bit lower as she stared at the floor. "A-and after all that commotion, I don't think I-I can stay near so many p-people... I-I mean, what if the teacher finds my dress too provocative and wants me to change in front of the entire class, and I..."

The young witch gulped as she imagined the various scenarios that could unfold, blushing deeper again (and forgetting that most teachers usually walked around in way skimpier outfits than hers right now). Trembling slightly she pushed her glasses back up her nose. "O-okay, calm down", she commanded herself. "You're all alone, nobody has seen you." She could still feel her heart beating a little faster though from the excitement. Why was she always so nervous and shy anyway? No other witch in the academy was like this, they were all true full-fledged witches boasting with self-confidence and pride. Their magical power wasn't really higher than the young witch's, she even excelled a few in terms of sorcery, but their attitude was still completely different from hers. She often got teased for being so insecure and shy, and was constantly picked on because of her underdeveloped figure, at least in the upper regions. Even the few other "good" witches like her sometimes made fun of her, simply because she was such an easy victim. The situation could be very well described through the difference in her appearance from the others: While they were all full grown buxom women, she was just a little girl that was left out by puberty.

Shaking her head the young witch tried to think of something else. "I-I better start practicing", she mumbled, raising her arms. After quickly going through different spells in her mind she decided to start with a simple one: "Absorption sphere", a spell that summoned a sphere that would absorb magical energy. At academy they always started each lesson with that spell to increase the difficulty, since the witches had to cast their magic while fighting against the sucking effect of the sphere. It was no big drain though, and someone in the third year like her had no trouble to deal with it. She had casted this spell so many times already it was actually a bit boring. "Hey, I have an idea!", she suddenly said to herself. In her last lesson, she had learned a spell that would duplicate the product of a magical summoning. And recently she had also learned how to cast two spells simultaneously to combine their effects. "I'll just mix a duplication spell into the incantation and create two spheres! That'll be a good practice!"

The young witch nodded as if to approve the idea, and raised her arms. Since she hadn't done many multiplication spells before she decided to use both the incantation and the hand motions this time. Her hands already moved through the air when she suddenly stopped. "Um, how do I mix the hand motions?", she asked aloud. Up until now, when they were practicing simultaneous spells in the academy the teachers had always shown them the necessary hand motions. She had noticed it were mixtures of the motions for each individual spell, but the pattern always seemed completely random. A bit afraid she would end up casting a spell for who-knew-what the young witch thought for a moment if she should better try something else, but then remembered the boob-boot incident from earlier where nothing had happened. Also, she was going to speak an incantation during the gestures, and if motions and incantation didn't fit the spell would just end with a few glittery sparkles in most cases. The teachers actually often encouraged them to tinker around with their magic, and assured them that summoning a demon that would destroy the world by mixing up the incantation of a bread-summoning spell or something similar was total bullshit outside of movies and fantasy books. 

Once more time the young witch took in a deep breath. "I-I'll just give it a shot, and if it doesn't work I'll immediately switch to another spell!" With a little bit more self-confidence (but really just a little) she raised her arms. She then began to wildly mix the movements from both spells, hoping that by chance she would hit the right rhythm, or at least a similar one. The chances for this were close to zero, but she still whirled her arms through the air, trying to find a balance between the gestures of both spells. What she didn't notice was that this way, a part of the newly combined order of motions could be misread for the gestures of a third spell. "M-magical absorption s-spears, I-I mean spheres", she stuttered, pointing her hands forward. "Duplicate!", she exclaimed, nervously closing her eyes as she clicked her fingers. After a few seconds however she peeked, and saw no absorption spheres had appeared. The young witch waited a bit longer, but eventually dropped her arms in disappointment. Then again, could she really have hoped to randomly stumble across the right sequence of gestures for this spell? In retrospect this was actually quite naive, and the young witch sighed. "Maybe I should just summon a pumpkin", she murmured, raising her arms again with little enthusiasm. 

What the young witch didn't know was that she had hit the right pattern, but not for the spell she had intended. She also failed to notice that she had not spoken the incantations for two, but three spells: First she had stuttered the incantation for "magical absorption spheres", then one just for "spheres", and one for "duplication" after that. Therefore, she had woven a spell that would mix "Magical absorption spheres" with "Spheres" and a duplication spell. And by the great authorities that somehow need to bring an excuse for growing breasts into this story, her hand gestures had fit with this incantation. So, instead of doing a double spell that involved the duplication of magical absorption spheres, she had accidentally performed a triple spell, one that would combine the closet pair of spheres in her environment with magical absorption spheres and the attribute of multiplication. 

The young witch was not aware of this however. So as she finished her pumpkin spell, she was quite startled when her chest started to tingle all of a sudden. "Eek!", she shrieked, taking a step back. She flailed about as she almost slipped on the wet floor, catching her balance in the last moment. While an orange pumpkin appeared in her basin the young witch looked down on herself in confusion. At first she couldn't detect anything unusual, but still felt this weird tingle in her chest. She then felt the upper part of her corset was suddenly moving a little, and looking into the loose fabric of her dress the young witch nearly fainted as she saw her little breasts were slowly reaching out from her body, pressing her small nipples against her dress. "W-what?", she stuttered, looking in horror at her bulging bosom. "Oh no!", she screamed as she thought to have realized what was going on "The boob spell DID have an effect!" She couldn't explain why it was affecting her so late, but she also didn't think much about it as she was too busy worrying about the sudden growth spurt she was undergoing. Hastily she tried to think of a solution while her breasts continued to curve out and grow, rising from her slim torso. Slowly the slightly too large puffs of her dress were filled out, her flesh pressing against the wrinkles and slowly smoothing the fabric. She felt her skin stretch a little around the growing masses of her bosom, making it more sensitive to every touch. Shivering slightly the young with raised her arms, pointing her hands at her chest. "S-STOP!", she screamed, clicking her fingers. She felt as the magic hit her body, surrounding her bulging curves and slowly embracing them. But instead of stopping the young witch was shocked to find the speed at which her breasts grew picked up, and the small swells of flesh were reaching out a little faster from her body. Still rather slowly but a little faster than before they grew into the small free area her dress left them, forming a pair of tennis ball-sized bumps inside it. 

The fabric stretched a little around her ballooning bust while her humps began to grow out of her dress, showing their round and firm form as well as a small, almost invisible cleavage. Of course, the introverted witch immediately noticed the tiny gap on top of her dress, gulping nervously as she watched her breasts slowly pushing the fabric over their growing roundings, displaying a rising amount of skin and a gradually deeper neckline. "S-stop!!" Again she waved her hands toward her chest, feeling even more embarrassed as it jiggled slightly to her movements, and clicked her fingers. But when the magic hit her breasts they once more accelerated their growth, tightening the black fabric around her body. Pushing down the neck of her dress they grew to a pair of softballs, slightly touching each other at their widest parts. Panicked she tried again to hit her bosom with an abruption spell. But just like the last times the only effect was her breasts seemed to flare out a little faster than before. "HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?", she screamed. The blush in her face grew darker again as she felt her nipples began to slightly poke through the fabric of her dress, luring a whimper out of the young witch's mouth as a small wave of pleasure went through her body. Swelling to the size of grapefruits her breasts wobbled a bit more than last time as she raised her hands to cast another spell on them, when the young witch suddenly froze. "W-wait", she whispered, looking down on her body. Aside from getting larger and more sensitive her globes also gained a steadily more spherical shape, pointing proudly to her front as they puffed up. The smooth fabric of her dress wrapped itself tightly around her prospering charms, emphasizing the round course of their curves. Finally the young witch realized what was going on: This wasn't a late effect of her miscast spell from before, no. Somehow, she had managed to transform her breasts into magical absorption spheres! "H-how the hell can a spell go this wrong?", she screamed, unable to believe how much bad luck she had. She watched her cleavage slowly getting deeper as the fabric of her dress glided down, enlarging the sight on her growing mammaries. The gap between them narrowed as they were squeezed tightly inside her corset, the linen groaning around her bulging orbs, and a rough quarter of her breasts was already free from cover. At the same time her breasts dragged the neck of her dress forward they also pulled it up by wrapping the fabric around them, making her skirt rise higher at a very slow, but steady pace. The strings that held her corset in place were forcefully stretched over her back, ripping slightly as the rising masses of her chest mercilessly dragged on them. From time to time the meat her endowments jiggled a little, becoming gradually softer while keeping a firm shape. 

The pain of the tight clothing alongside the rising sensitivity of her body sent contradicting impulses through the purple-haired head of the young witch, who in response just blushed even deeper. All kinds of thoughts and fears were racing through her mind: How long would she continue to grow? How should she make her breasts stop absorbing magic when she couldn't cast magic on them? And most importantly, would she be even able to reduce the size of her breasts again? Or would she end up as a monster with giant tits larger than watermelons that absorbed any kind of magic around her? And if so, what would others think of her? Those who knew she was a witch would laugh at her for pumping her breasts up with magic, and those who didn't probably think she had been under the knife. In any case both parties would think of her as a slut, as a perverted and shameless woman who was completely superficial and obsessed with her appearance and sex appeal. The longer the young witch thought about it the happier she was the growing sensation made it harder for her to keep a clear head. Checking her size the young witch found the diameter of her breasts was approaching the CD-area, while the fabric of her clothes was getting pulled ever tighter around her bosom. At the same time though, the young witch believed her growth was starting to slow down. "Good", she mumbled, sighing a little in relief. "Once this nightmare is over I teleport... n-no, I'll take the bus to the academy and ask a teacher if she can help me. Yes, they are masters of sorcery, they must know some kind of solution to this! They must!"

Flowing out of the neck of her dress and her corset her breasts hung a little over the edge of the fabric. Almost a third of her meaty orbs was revealed, tendency rising, and the durability of her clothes was slowly reaching its limit. She could already hear the first stitches of her corset were starting to pop, the straps feeling painfully tight in her back, while her dress was lying form-fitting around her growingly bustier frame - a little bit too form-fitting, as the young witch found. "T-this is getting a little... u-uncomfortable", she stuttered, and felt a little constricted again. She raised her arms into the air, and waved them towards her dress. "Fabric, stretch!", she commanded, clicking her fingers. Not even a second after she released the spell however her red face suddenly turned pale. "N-no wait, stop!", she screamed, but it was already too late. The spell hit her dress and corset, and the young witch could feel as they stretched a little around her growing orbs. Her bosom now looked ever rounder, firmer and bigger as the fabric smoothly swelled over its curves, taking some pressure out of her cleavage that now formed a much softer gap between her mounds. But at the same time her breasts absorbed some of the magic from her spell, and the young witch watched in horror as they sped up once again. It didn't take long until the fabric began to tighten again, while slowly sliding over her rounding bust. Feeling as her breasts squeezed with rising force against each other and her clothes the young witch shivered in arousal, making her orbs sway slightly from side to side and sending even more tingles through them. Blushing furiously the young witch was short before moaning, but managed to hold herself back. She couldn't hold back her hand though from touching one of her firm globes. The moment her palm came in contact with the soft surface the young witch couldn't resist to gasp, throwing her head into her neck so her hat fell from her hair and onto the ground. Usually she would have immediately taken her hand off and shrieked in embarrassment - but instead, she kept her hand where it was. Leaving her mouth open her whole body began to tremble slightly, shaking her bosom a little, while the young witch let out a sensual breath. She felt the soft meat flowing against her palm, bulging out ever further from her body and pushing her finger slightly part. Closing her eyes the young witch pressed her hand a little deeper into her smooth curves, and a shy smile crept over her face as she felt a small wave of lust was going through her body. 

Suddenly she opened her eyes again. "N-NO!", she shouted, pulling her arm off her body. "N-no! T-this isn't right!", she squeaked, trying to fight down the pleasure that her breasts were sending through her with each millimeter they pulsated outwards. "I-I'm not a slut! I-I mean - what if - this is - I can't..." As she made a step backwards she suddenly slipped on the wet floor. The young witch shrieked as her foot slid backwards through the bathroom, and fell forward towards the empty bathtub with her swelling breasts ahead. The sudden motion caused one of the straps of her corset to snap, reducing the pressure around her bosom and allowing her meat to flow out to an appealing F-cup. The jiggling of her bust increased as the young witch fell towards the bathtub, still shrieking. With one hand she quickly grabbed the edge of the tub to keep herself from falling into it, but the bouncing distracted her so much her second hand slipped off. Holding with on hand to the tub she fell further forward until her meaty mounds hit the edge, the impact sending waves of pleasure through the young witch and one string of her corset into rent. Gasping loudly the young witch moved her free arm wildly in the air, until she accidentally hit the shelf above the bathtub with it. One of the brackets broke, and the board tilted slightly to the side. All the bottles and lotions on it began to slide down, as well as the glass balls that contained pure magical energy inside them. Once she saw the spheres were rolling down the board the young witch hastily tried to stop them, but only grabbed some air as she tried to snatch the first one that rolled off the board. The others quickly followed, and before her eyes the glass spheres crashed in to the empty bat tub, released their contained magic as they broke. The blue dust slowly ascended into the air, right towards the young witch that leaned over the edge of the bathtub. As it was about to pass her however it suddenly flew into her direction, or to be precisely into the direction of her chest, and diffused into her swelling orbs. The young witch watched this process with a horrified expression on her face. "Uh-oh..."

Once the last bit of the blue cloud had entered her body she could immediately feel her breasts speeding up their growth again, this time though at a way faster pace than before. Beneath her linen corset she felt them rapidly gaining mass, pressing ever more over the top of her dress and against the bathtub. Struck with fear the young witch pulled herself up from the tub, sending her bust bouncing up and down for at least fifteen seconds as she stood frozen on the wet floor again. She noticed her breasts were rather light considering their size, which wasn't a real surprise though since they were basically lumps full of an ethereal energy that didn't have a mass or weight. The small decrease of pressure in her corset caused by the breaking of the two strings earlier was quickly diminishing again, growing so taught she believed it would fuse with her body just like the magic. Her dress wasn't fairing any better, getting wrapped around her blooming bosom as it grabbed ever more fabric. While the skirt reached the end of her butt, leaving her legs almost completely uncovered, she heard the first seams of her dress were starting to pop. After surpassing her head it didn't take long before her breasts approached the size of sports balls, still standing firmly from her slender body. The tops of her spheres almost reached up to her neck, her cleavage going down half her bust and leaving nearly the same amount of her bosom at display, ending juts an inch above her small, but clearly visible nipples. Her corset, by that point so tight it almost suffocated the young witch again suddenly made a loud bursting sound, while at the same time her bosom bounced slightly and reached out a little further from her body. Watching the mesmerizing dance of her mammaries the young witch felt her corset sliding slightly lower as two more strings of it had broken apart simultaneously, gliding below her nipples before it was stopped by the pressure of her dress. Shortly after this the sound of ripping fabric once again filled the room as her black dress stretched largely around her left breast, creating a grey "stain" at the size of a beer mat. The bright spot slowly became larger and even brighter as the fabric continued to grow weaker, while at the same time more gray spots popped up everywhere around her bosom. Slowly destroying her dress her two stout spheres steadily moved further out from her body, sending a rising amount of pleasurable tingles through their holder's body. The young witch panted in panic, while her arms trembled from resisting the urge to grab her large breasts, her round luscious mounds of carnal desire that were placed directly in front of her, teasing the young witch to fondle them every time she looked down... 

"NO!", she screamed. "T-this isn't... What I... I'm not like this! I-" 

For a moment then the young witch paused. I? Had she just said I? Up to now, she had only thought about what others would think of her. But what was about herself? Gathering all her courage and will-power she forced down the sensations inside her, and turned her massively swollen body towards the mirror, unable to resist a moan though as her breasts swayed slightly from the movement. Ignoring she could see her underwear as her skirt had been pulled up to her butt the young witch stared at the enormous piles of flesh attached to her chest. Around her bosom the grey parts of her dress were starting to dominate the black ones, and some of the fabric had started to rip, giving narrow insights to the bright skin of her bosom(and partly to the bleak linen corset stuck inside it). Above her dress, just a centimeter above her nipples her cleavage showed more breast than any other woman she knew even possessed, carrying a deep abyss created by two firmly curved lumps of flesh. She glanced into the basin in which her earlier summoned pumpkin still lying, and noticed her own fruits had already outgrown it. Watching as her breast continued to tear apart and pull on her dress the young witch couldn't help but think that in a way, she was getting more attractive, sexier, more... womanly. "No", she whispered to herself, shivering slightly as she felt another wave of pleasure rushing through her body. Her corset, still trapped between the dissolving fabric of her dress and her blooming sweater meat, pinched into her bosom, lying painfully, but at the same time pleasant... I should be proud of myself the way I am..." But deep inside the young witch knew she didn't lack self-confidence because she was insecure or unhappy about her appearance. It was her whole character that was insecure and shy. Maybe developing an a little bit (or as in her case extremely) more mature body would help her mind mature as well. "B-but what will others think of me?", she asked out loud. Her vocal chords then produced a high-pitched shriek as the grey stains on her dress all simultaneously turned into holes and rifts of different sizes, giving a generous view on her bosom's inner beauty. "I'll be a total freak!", she squealed. But while her corset was slowly ripping apart under the pressure of her basketball-sized breasts the young witch remembered that in worst case, she could always deceive "normal" people by casting amnesia spells and illusions on them - she would get into trouble if she did it too often, but as a witch who could do most chores with her magic she wasn't that much outside anyway. And in the witch world she already was teased and bullied by everyone. It couldn't really get any worse if she got picked on for being a tit monster, too - actually, it could only get... better. 

Her dress continued to break apart very slowly, tear after tear appearing around her bosom. The ripped up ends of the fabric stroke her skin slightly as her breasts pushed through the holes, stimulating her body further. The young witch leaned back slightly, opening her mouth while she closed her eyes. Feeling the tingles in her bosom she let out a short, soft moan, just barely audible even in the echoing walls of her bathroom. Her arms that had hung relatively useless from her body, twitching from time to time as the pleasure went through her body, slowly began to approach her breasts. When they had almost reached them, her hands already cupped to grab her swelling meat buns she hesitated. Reaching far past her shoulders and hips her breasts were somewhere around the diameter of wheel rims, pointing firmly to the front. Her nipples were located perfectly in the middle of each breast, pressing slightly through her fabric. A small part of her areola could be seen as her dress had been turned into Swiss cheese by then. Pulled up by her bosom her skirt only reached to half of her butt, showing the majority of her clean white panties both from the front- and backside. As the numerous tears in her dress one by one started to unite the young witch suddenly pressed her arms into her breasts, blushing furiously while closing her eyes and mouth. The soft meat gave in as she grabbed her bosom from the bottom, pushing her man-eating cleavage almost up to her chin. One of her hands was touching her breast directly through a hole in her dress while the fabric beneath the other one was just ripping apart. The flood of hormones caused her to feel dizzy at first. Slowly however a pleasure was rising up inside her, unlike anything she had ever felt before in her life. Her forcefully closed mouth opened again to let out a scream so high-pitched it hurt her own ears. It overturned the loud ripping sound her dress made as her nipples suddenly grew to twice their former size in less than a second, piercing through the fabric while doubling their length. The young witch wrapped her arms tightly around her bosom, virtually hugging herself, feeling as her dress diminished even further under the pressure. The flesh pressed through her arms and the holes in her dress, forming folds and valleys on the surface of her breasts and reaching up to her chin. Tilting her head to the side the young witch pushed her chest up a little higher, squeezing her feverish red cheek against her cleavage and rubbing it over it. 

While she cuddled her massive bosom, wrapping her arms ever tighter around it, her dress turned into something that resembled a spider-web. One by one the threads broke part, and bit by bit the overly stretched fabric fell from her growing mounds and onto the ground where it soaked with water. Her curves continued to bulge into dimensions beyond anything naturally, but still didn't feel any heavier to the young witch. The last remnants of her dress fell to the wet floor as her breasts inflated to a pair of medicine balls, leading her skirt to slide back down an inch. The young witch now could feel all the firmness and sensitivity of her naked bosom in her trembling arms, making her whimper as she pressed them even tighter into her flesh. Her whole body shivered slightly as she turned her face towards her cleavage. Blushing so deep it looked like her head would explode the young witch shoved her head right between the round curves of her mammaries, until only her hair and ears looked out. Muffled by her growing beach balls the young witch moaned in pleasure, her fingers dancing over her soft flesh and digging into it. Standing top-naked in her bathroom she continued to moan into and grope her growing bust, slowly losing any grip of reality. After adding two more inches to their diameter she felt the growth of her breasts was starting to slow down. When her bosom only continued to grow by a few millimeters the movements of her hands also became slower and weaker, while the intervals between her moans increased. When the expansion stopped at a mesmerizing O- or P-cup her whole body came to a halt as well, the only movements coming from her heavy, slow panting that slightly shook her bosom. 

Once her mind had also calmed down the witch raised her head. As she pulled her face out of her cleavage her glasses fell from her nose, hopping a little on the borderline between her large mounds before landing sideways on top of the canyon of flesh. Taking in a deep breath the witch felt her bosom press a little stronger against her arms that were still wrapped around it, sending another small tingle through her skin. When she breathed out again she let go of her assets, spreading her arms from her body while pulling her head back a little. Immediately her liberated breasts started bouncing up and down, passing several feet at each hop while waves of flesh wobbled over the surface of her curves and, the witch felt as her nipples grew a little thicker. It took fifteen seconds until the heavy jumping ended, and another a half minute until they stopped moving completely. The witch then put her arms on the sides of her breasts, almost moaning again as she stroke her tender skin. They were two perfectly round, perky orbs each bigger than her entire torso, reaching from her lips down below her waist while reaching way past her elbows when she spread her arms out. Though there weren't any stimulating impulses right now except for her subtle caressing their sensitivity made her feel each single curve, every slight square of her bosom so clearly as if she had a thousand hands that were all running over it, giving her a good feeling of how gigantic it was even though she couldn't look all over it. Looking straight forward more she couldn't see much more than her cleavage and the ridiculous curves of her bust, though right in that moment her vision in general was slightly blurred due to her glasses lying between her mammal mountains. She removed one hand from her chest, intending to pick them up from her cleavage. But instead she placed it on the top of her firm breast, and began to softly draw circles with her fingers over her wide curves. Breathing sensually through her mouth the witch closed her eyes again, wishing that time froze and that the moment would never pass...

Time! Her hands stopped for a moment, the witch opening her eyes as she suddenly remembered something. One year ago, the teachers had taught them a very powerful spell, one that was said to be one of the most powerful forms of magic in the world: Time reversal. It was an absolute spell that didn't affect a body or an object, but the very fabric of time itself around it. If the witch used this on the time around her, she would be able to set her body back into the state it had been before the growth, without any risks of her breasts absorbing the magic and nullifying or weakening the spell. Seeing an opportunity to revert everything the witch looked over her colossal bosom, at least as far as she could. She was way too big as that anyone would have believed she had gotten implants, and probably couldn't even be considered attractive or sexy anymore, but just freakishly huge - most men would probably run away from her in fear of getting crushed by her giant breasts. If the "real" world were to find out about this - and eventually it would - she would be the main topic of any newspaper, any talk show, any dirty website on the internet all over the world. Not to mention nobody could really live a normal life with these breasts larger than little children: She couldn't grab anything in front of her, couldn't see anything in front of her, and probably wouldn't even fit through most doors like this. No matter how to look at it, keeping her bosom like this seemed to be neither a practicable nor a rational option. The witch stroked her breasts a bit more, before she eventually removed her hands. Raising her arms she began to move them through the air, gracing her bosom several times and sending it into slight wobbles as she made the gestures for the time reversal spell. After pausing for a second she pointed her arms forward (or rather pressed them against her breasts), clicking her fingers while saying with a stern voice: "Time reversal!" 

The spell made its way out of her body towards it intended destination, the fabric of time. However, it weren't her breasts that seemed to be affected as they remained the same as before. Instead, the board above the bathtub went back to its original state, including all lotions and shampoos were put back into place in the same order and state as before, except the glass balls didn't contain magical energy anymore but were just empty spheres. At the same time the tub itself was full of hot steaming water again, and towers of foam were floating on the surface. Another click of her fingers and the witch was suddenly naked. The band in her hair was gone as well, allowing her violet strands to fall down to her shoulder, and her glasses as well as the hat were gone too. Having absorbed some of the magic from the undressing spell her breasts grew another inch, the witch closing her eyes as she felt them bulge a little against her shoulders, ribcage and arms while spreading out into all directions from her. With a big smile the witch slowly walked over to the bathtub, feeling small tingles in her breasts as they bounced slightly with each step she made. When the bottom of her bosom hit the edge of the bathtub she cooed slightly, before slowly maneuvering herself sideways. It was a little hard, but she managed to step into the hot water with one leg, being very cautious as she pulled in the other one. Slowly and carefully she sat down in the tub, having to hold back quite a lot as she dragged her bosom over the edge into the hot water. Moaning quietly she let herself glide down until the tips of her hair dipped into the water. The witch giggled as the majority of her breasts remained above the surface, getting squeezed between the walls of the tub while one pressed against the board next to it. Blushing slightly the witch also felt the foam and hot water on her skin, making her sink into pleasant daydreams. Moving her arm past her breast, "accidentally" bumping against the soft sphere, she took a bottle from the shelf and poured some of the lotion inside it on her breasts. Her nipples hardened again as the cool liquid landed on and flowed over her round curves, and for a few seconds she just enjoyed the feeling of it running down her body. After a while she put her arms on her ample endowments. Firmly, but with gentle hands she began to move them over the firm roundings of her bosom and spread the lotion evenly over it. It didn't take long until her whole bust was tingling in arousal, the witch closing her eyes as she felt wonderful sensations building up inside her again. Moan after moan slipped through her mouth while she kneaded and massaged her firm orbs, rubbing the lotion into her skin. As the first rush of pleasure subsided a little she began to sing the little melody from before again, though occasionally sounds got mixed into her music could only be hardly described as singing. Enjoying her second bath the witch decided she would go to academy tonight - somehow, she was actually looking forward to it now. 

"Lalala-lala~~ ...Ohh~