"Itadakimasu!" 

In one gulp Soul devoured the rotten soul in his hand, feeling a small increase of power inside him. Maka watched as her partner licked his lips, smiling warmly towards him.

"And that's another step closer to a death scythe!", she exclaimed, forgetting the harshness of the battle for a moment. 

"Piece of cake", Soul grinned. "A cool guy like me has no trouble with such weaklings."

The warmth in Maka's face vanished. "Which is why we nearly died?" 

Though he could already smell the argument that would follow Soul didn't want to leave this statement hanging in the air. "It was your fault for almost dropping me!" 

"I let go of you for a second so he wouldn't cut my arm off!"

"That wouldn't have happened if you hadn't given him an opening!" 

As if to point out her attractiveness Maka put a hand on her hip, wiping a strand of hair out of her face. "Sorry, but although it's easy to forget, I'm not perfect, you know?"

"Yeah, I see this every time I look at your figure..."

"MAKA CHOP!"

With an edged hole in his head Soul lay on the ground, blood splashing out of the wound. His meister towered over him like a demon, holding a book in her hand. "Where did she get that from all of a sudden?"

An amused laugh from behind then knocked Maka out of her evilness, the scythe meister turning around to see whose it was. Nobody seemed to be there, but as she lowered her stare Maka spotted a black cat wearing a witch hat "What are you doing here?", she asked, not sounding very friendly.

A pink cloud puffed up around the cat, covering it completely. As the smoke was gone a large, well-endowed woman in a skimpy blue dress stood in front of the duo, smiling whimsically towards them. "How rude", Blair complained, putting her hands on her hips. "I just wanted to see how my cute little Soul is doing~"

"He's not YOUR Soul!", Maka snapped at her - it didn't seem like she was happy to see the magical cat.

Meanwhile, Soul had gotten back up again, also not looking too content with the situation. "Don't act like a jealous girlfriend!", he told his partner. "It's not cool."

The vein on Maka's forehead began to twitch. "I'm sorry I tried to defend you!"

"Maybe he doesn't want to be defended by a little girl?", Blair offered, seemingly enjoying the uneasiness between them.

"Don't call me little!", Maka yelled. The only things she earned though were a giggle from Blair and a sigh from Soul. "Let's go, Soul!", she snorted, turning her eyes from the cat sorceress. "I sense another evil wavelength nearby."

The weapon boy grinned. "Sounds cool!" 

The two of them walked towards Soul's motorcycle, Maka demonstratively marching past Blair. "Aw, did I hurt your feelings?", Blair asked, making a guilty face. "I'm so sorry!" As she watched Maka go by, a mischievous smile formed on her face. "Maybe a little present will cheer you up..." 

The human cat rose her hand, a small light gleaming in her palm. With a quick move she stroke it down, hitting Make right between her shoulders. The young meister gasped, straightening her back. Vast waves of magic hit her body, forming an energy stream around her. Her short skirt wavered in the uprising wind, giving Soul a good shot at her white underwear. Several parts of Maka's body twitched sporadically as the energy flew through her, the majority of it going into her chest. 

Throwing out another gasp she suddenly felt a bulge in her clothes, her jacket stretching slightly as her bosom blew up. Slowly, the nearly invisible mounds she sported started to grow out, rising like bread in an oven. Blood rushed into her face, although Maka didn't really feel the embarrassment she should - the magic was distorting her wavelength, causing a stirring sensation that overclocked any other of her feelings. A slight hint of hyperventilation mixed into her breathing, Maka moaning at every inch her rack surged forward. The few wrinkles on her already plain jacket evened, Maka's chest meanwhile departing from the term "plain." 

More flesh rose out of her chest, turning her subtle molehills into small domes. While the rift in her jacket widened more of the strained clothes beneath were revealed, showing their desperate struggle against the upcoming masses: Her wool-top was stretched miserably over her bosom, the buttons on her blouse pressing into her body. Meanwhile, the higher button on her jacket slid up her front side, the swelling spheres pushing it away from her body.

Around the size of softballs a snap suddenly echoed through the air: No longer able to bear the pressure her small support broke apart, giving her breasts room to bloom into grapefruits. Bouncing from their harsh breakthrough her hemispheres curved into globes, showing no signs of slackness as they reached to all sides. The black fabric of her jacket lay smoothly around her breasts, greatly emphasising their round appeal. 

Meanwhile, the scythe user had gotten a bit used used to the awkward situation, her breath almost normal again. As her breasts pushed against the fabric of her blouse however another uneasiness settled into her body: During the growth, a shallow tingle had arose in her chest, increasing with each additional pound she packed on. Now it wasn't as shallow anymore, the slight sensation making her uncomfortably shift in her clothes.

Stout like rubber her sensitive spheres send arousing surges through Maka, each pulse strengthening her blush. She eventually gave up on trying to shake it off - and somehow, the young meister had to admit, she was kind of enjoying the feeling. The pressure in her top rose, causing the expansion to slow down a bit. Therefore, a pleasurable heat began to ascend inside her, warming up her dormant hormone glands. Forgetting her pride and shame Maka threw her head into her neck, letting out a series of more than dubious sounds. Her extensive moaning scared her already startled partner, being forced to watch the obscure scene that unfolded before him. 

For a moment then, it seemed her respectable D-cups stopped growing, residing at their size. Immediately Maka fell silent, hoping the freak show was over. To the rhythm of her heart then her bosom suddenly began to pulsate, the flesh in her clothes shooting back and forth. Every wince forced a moan out of Maka, the tingle now fully turning into a lustful sensation. Her jacket restrained the jamming for a while until its top button finally burst off, flying several feet away. In an instant the piled up meat surged forward, giving her bust line two more inches in every direction. Celebrating its freedom the dangling double joyfully leapt through the air, each bounce sending a bubbling prickle through Maka. 

On the edge to CD-size the sensation inside her began to fade off, signaling the growth was reaching its end. In a fluid transfer her moaning turned into panting, Maka needing a while to completely stabilize. As she only felt a slight tingle from her clothes lying on her bosom Maka took in a deep breath, gathering herself. With a long sigh all urges inside her mind died off, Maka finally regaining control over herself again.

She didn't really feel like cheering though. 

With wide eyes Maka stared at the outstanding bump on her chest, not believing what she saw. Hesitant, she put her hands under her breasts. Even through the multiple layers of clothes the sheer touch alone made her legs shiver, nearly causing another moan. All doubts about their realness scattered Maka let go of her breasts, the downfall creating a slight jiggle. Maka watched each jump as if it could kill her. "I... my... this..."

 "Amazing, isn't it?", Blair smiled, looking quite proud of herself. "It's a new spell I invented! I call it "Smashing Pumpkins!" Or "Pumpkin Canons", haven't really decided yet."

Staring angrily at Blair Maka forcefully turned around, her chest though not stopping with the rest of her body. "Fuck the name, just change me back already!"

Faking disappointment the corners of Blair's mouth fell down. "Oh come on, you could be a little more grateful."

"GRATEFUL?! I-" 

A slight dizziness then cut Maka off. The tightness of her clothes made it hard to breath, sending a general uneasiness through her body. Putting a hand on her forehead she stumbled around a bit, trying to collect herself. 

Having been silent the whole time Soul finally snapped out. "Something wrong, Maka?", he asked, at the same time feeling the immense stupidity of his question. 

Maka didn't. "E-Excuse me.", she stuttered, her cheeks a little red. Turning around from the puzzled duo she slipped out of her gloves, then opened the leftover button of her jacket. Immediately the released fabric slid down her curves, presenting the overstretched wool-top beneath. Striping out of her jacket she now slowly began to pull her top over her head, careful her blouse wouldn't slip along. As she reached her breasts the spacious spheres hooked on to the fabric, being dragged up for a moment. Once her top was past them they fell back on her body, the little impact already triggering an impressive bouncing. With some effort (and a stronger blush) Maka pulled her top over her head, throwing it with her other clothes on Soul's bike. 

Even though the pressure was released a bit her blouse still clung to her body, some of her skin shining through. Maka threw her green tie over her shoulder, seeing how tight the buttons on her bosom were. She then began to fiddle around them, trying to open her top.

"Don't strip off completely!", Soul shouted, watching the scenery from behind.

"Shut up!", Maka shot back. After opening two buttons she put one of her hands into her top, shaking slightly as her palm graced her bosom. After some searching she pulled a pink piece of fabric out of her top, looking a bit sad at it.

"You wear a pink bra?"

"THAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" Throwing her broken holder to the rest of her clothes she began to button her shirt again - as expected, it was not an easy task. With some force she eventually pushed the buttons back into their gaps, groaning from effort. 

"Be careful not to get too excited", Blair playfully warned her, incidentally misinterpreting the sounds she produced. 

After closing her blouse completely Maka put her tie back down. "Very funny", she coldly stated, still showing her back to Blair and Soul. "I would find it even more amusing if you changed me back already!"

"Aw, now don't be such a stuck-up!", the cat-woman winked, making a small step forward. Leaning down slightly, she gave Maka a pat on her butt, sending both girls bosoms into motion.

"Ouch!", Maka shrieked, putting her hands on her rear. Her reaction lured a giggle out of Blair.

"Sensitive, aren't we?", she teased her. Quite annoyed Maka stroke her butt, about to argue something back. Suddenly, the young girl froze, feeling a familiar surge going through her body. 

It couldn't be...?

Before Soul could ask what was wrong Maka threw out another gasp, he and Blair staring at her in bewilderment. Another energy stream surrounded her, though this time her hands held her skirt down as the wind tried to blow it up. Shocked beyond all limits Maka helplessly stared at her chest, expecting it to bulge out even further. To her surprise though the tingle instead arose at the other end of her body, spreading through her already lovely booty. It didn't take long until a familiar feeling of gain settled into it, pushing her hands away from the rest of her body. Her curvy rear grew even rounder, the bulking buttocks pushing her white underwear into its gap. Having not been not long to begin with her skirt rose provokingly high, bit by bit uncovering the bottom of her butt. The soft junction between her cheeks and legs sharpened, the lower side of her bum firmly poking out beneath her skirt. <

While her butt kept curving the tingle spread to the sides of her body. Maka gulped, knowing something bad was about to happen. Hit by another surge Maka's timid hips then joined the party, flaring out to fit her outgrowing backside. On her shade, her butt soon was even more dominant than her chest, sticking out prominently from her shade. The tips of her fingers, originally gracing her thighs, now lay on the lower curving of her buttocks, slightly squeezing the slinky bum. The fabric of her skirt was as tight as her blouse's, while her panties were almost comparable to a thong. The itching they caused send a tremble through Maka, but with her rising rump she didn't dare to move. 

Leaving hips standing near her shoulders and a butt any super model would be jealous of the growth slowed down, eventually ending. Her skirt fell down a bit as the energy vanished, but still left a nice amount of her butt uncovered, a slight hint of swallowed underwear looking out.

"Whoops!", she could hear Blair say, not sounding too shocked. "Seems like there was some magic left in my hands. Sorry 'bout that, happens all the time."

Maka wasn't sure to believe her. "All right", she said, trying to sound as calm and relaxed as possible. "Since we have settled this as well, could you please change me back now?"

"Sorry again, but I'm afraid the changes are irreversible."

"WHAT?!"

Seeing the rage, fear and shock in Maka's face Blair broke out in laughter. "Now I scared you, didn't I?", she laughed, wiping a tear out of her eye. "Don't worry! I may not be able to take the spell back, but the effects will wear off in a few hours by themselves."

 "Thank goodness!", she sighed, calming down a bit. "For a second, I was scared to walk around like that for the rest of my life!"

Still standing behind her Blair leaned down to Maka's ear, allowing more or less accidentally a look at her own panties."Oh, but would that be too bad?"

Maka felt Blair's bosom in her back - it was hard to tell who of them had the larger one now. "Of course it would!", she protested. "I'm a weapon meister, not a..."

"Totally hot girl?", the cat giggled. "That's true."

"SH-SHUT UP!" Maka turned her face away from Blair's, trying not to show she was blushing. "I don't need large boobs and a fat ass to look attractive."

"Really?" Blair put her hands on Maka's shoulders. "But doesn't it feel good to have them anyway?"

A moment of silence. "It DOES somehow, but-"

With soft movements the magical cat began to massage Maka's shoulders, each movement affecting her bust. "And didn't it always torment you not to have such a developed body like all your friends? Tsubaki, Liz, and Patty?"

Maka swallowed - there was a slight truth behind this. "Well..."

"Be honest", Blair whispered. "You don't want to shrink back."

"D-don't I?" 

"No, you don't." The massage was sending a comforting relaxation through Maka, Blair's words sounding uncommonly alluring. "You don't want to go from a sexy, full bosomed teenage bombshell back to the plain little girl from five minutes ago."

The relaxation turned into tiredness, Maka's eyelids beginning to fall down. "M-maybe your right..."

Blair leaned even closer to Maka, her voice nearly a breeze. "You actually like your new figure - your big, salacious butt, your gorgeous hips, and this cute little rack you sport."

Her stiffness slowly dissolved under the influence of Blair's hands, Maka realizing how her breasts had dragged on her shoulders. "Yes - I like it..."

"You don't want to be flat."

"I don't want to be flat..."

"You love your new body."

"I love my new body..."

"You love having giant boobs."

"I love giant boobs..."

A wide smile across her face Blair straightened up again. "Great, then you won't mind if I make them a little bigger, right?"

"Yeah... wait, what?"

With a glowing in both hands Blair pushed her palms into Maka's back, giggling in delight. The impact send Maka's breasts hopping, waves of pleasure going through her young body. Instinctively she opened her mouth, but the incoming magic swallowed her gasp. Only some gargles left the overwhelmed scythe meister as the spell invaded her body, its effects slowly starting to show off. It was hard to notice for Soul through their movements, but Maka could clearly feel her breasts were pressing stronger against her already tight blouse. She gulped, trying to mentally prepare herself for what would follow. 

In an explosion the energy stream returned, boosting her bosom's bouncing. The immense force blew her skirt over her hips, revealing her bulky butt in all it's underwear-eating glory. Her green tie also flew up, giving free view to her strained buttons and the flesh-filled gaps between them. With a high-pitched voice Maka screamed, each grown inch sending surging sensations through her mind. The distinct shape of her breasts received another upgrade, the edges of her meat buns reaching her shoulders. Growing in all directions her breasts pushed her teats forward, the pointy peaks poking through the overstretched fabric of her blouse. Despite the sheer mass of flesh beneath her nipples were still almost at the centers of her bust, its rising firmness preventing her female charms from falling on her rip cage. The remarkable buxomness couldn't completely make up for a bra though, Maka feeling from time time the pain in her back through the flood of other impulses. 

Regaining herself for a moment Maka threw a glance down herself. Most of her legs were already out of sight, her body looking more like a caricature of Blair's than her own. Putting a small jiggling aside her breasts had mainly stopped bouncing - with thought to her back, Maka presumed they had simply gotten too heavy to move. Every button of her more than tight blouse could pop off any second, the gaps between them large enough for her hand to fit in, each rift overflowing with breast flesh. The space in the blouse had gotten so small her breasts's roundness was almost invisible inside it, making the cleavage in her gaps look more like canyons than valleys. Anywhere else on her bosom though her bosom's distinctive form was hard to miss, its width catching up to her enhanced hips. If she had reached her arms straight forward they would have squeezed the stout spheres together, while her nipples would have nearly been in height with her ell-bows. And if she would grope herself her hands probably wouldn't be able to reach all around, leaving a generous gap in the middle. 

Of course doing such things was in no interest to Maka, nor was it a real option as the sensation still paralysed her. Watching her body bump out a short impulse suddenly strengthened the sensation, taking away the little control Maka had gotten: With a loud bang the central button of her blouse popped off, flying towards the one her jacket had lost earlier. The new freedom allowed her curves to shine even brighter, giving her cups another bounteous boost. In a quick outburst her breasts overtook her hips, proving Maka's theory wrong as they jumped up and down in unison. With one button down and the general distance between the others increased a large gap stood at the middle of her chest, showing more of it than Maka could cover with one arm. 

Soul baldly watched as Maka's tits outgrew anything he had ever seen on a girl, hearing the miserable stretching of her clothes. Their size was closely coming in range to her butt's, which was still at full disposal due to the energy blowing her skirt up. Unconsciously his gaze wandered from her growing rack down to the shining rear, the little cover her panties provided unable to weaken his attraction. For some reason, the thought of a crab pinching into it came into his mind - he imagined the firm cheek to throw some wrinkles, but mainly remain its shape and charm, her buttocks defined form making any football look edgy...

Another bang then turned his attention back up her body, just in time to see another button falling victim to her bust. Jumping to new heights both rhetorically and literally her breasts overgrew her head, still amazingly firm despite their size and bounce. Sure enough Maka's arousal rose again, forcing her nipples forward. The rocking teats were tearing at her blouse, the gaps on her front giving a gorgeous insight to her body. 

In an attempt to regain control the scythe meister took in a deep breath. Filling her chest with air she accidentally pumped her breasts up, the pressure in her blouse expanding. Two more buttons popped off, blowing her bust line to new dimensions, her back aching under the bulking masses. Their vast weight however didn't damage her volleyballs' flexibility: Maka's massive rack shook as if being hit by an earthquake, bouncing off from her rips and neck. Wincing violently Maka let out a strong moan, half in lust, half in despair, feeling her nipples lance through her top as they slowly tore the fabric apart. 

Still standing behind her Blair took a step backwards. Even from that ankle the human cat could see the monstrous bosom reaching over Maka's arms, standing firmly out from her figure. Smiling mischievously she made a quick inspection of her butt, the practically bare cheeks looking appealingly full and firm. After admiring her work some more Blair slowly walked around Maka, watching her breasts grow beyond anything she would have imagined.

Still occupied with the feelings inside her, Maka only barely noticed how horribly her legs were trembling - maybe because of the weight, maybe out of other reasons, she didn't want to think about it. Most of her top was taken by her breasts, leaving a generous view on her slim waist, though still not being nearly enough to cover her chest properly. Another button blew off, extending the amount of cleavage while giving her boobs another boost. 

Only the highest button had remained on her bosom. With breasts larger than basketballs and as jumpy as coil springs Maka completely drifted off into sensual thoughts, about to give in to her primal instincts. Her nipples violently broke through her top, standing as pink mountains in a sea of white fabric. Not able to resist anymore the top button bid its farewell, flying off to its buddies. Blair followed its course, not watching as Maka's top blew open, her breasts jamming against each other and her body. Their highest spots were in height with her chin, drastically limiting her sight, while the lowest parts were close to her belly. The growth began to slow down, but in its final phase it tore large into her blouse, revealing almost all of her bosom. 

Despite the weakness in her legs, Maka somehow had managed to keep standing. But now things were shifting to her worse - even her enormous butt couldn't balance her chest out anymore. Already tending forward Maka was dragged towards the ground, the young meister swallowing hard. The growth alone had already caused such a sensation - she didn't want to know what would happen if she crashed on her sensitive breasts. Knowing she couldn't do much more Maka closed her eyes, awaiting the impact as her body fell forward...

Suddenly, a pair of arms embraced her belly, keeping Maka on her feet. Careful not to touch her too high Soul softly supported his top-heavy partner, working against the force of her massive milkjugs. 

Maka's blush weakened, changing to a more subtle tone. Though the sensitivity and size of her bust were still increasing the intense lust inside her vanished, a warm smile forming on the scythe meister's face. "Th-thanks Soul", she stuttered, feeling somehow embarrassed. 

The scythe boy was also blushing. "No problem", he grinned. "That's what partners are good for." A particular part of Soul's body was pressing against Maka's mega-bum, but she decided not to get mad at him for this once. As the last rest of expansion was finished with her Maka sported a pair of mountainous medicine balls, amazingly firm and round despite their size, but still soft enough to jiggle with each breath she took. Her blouse was somehow holding up, although the broad V-neck and numerous tears made it practically redundant, especially with the large holes at her nipples. 

Blair sceptically glared at the two youngsters, seeing how Soul held Maka like that. Her mood quickly lit up though when she took a look at her work, Maka's breasts taunting the laws of physic and biology. "Now that's a pumpkin cannon!"

She earned her a pair of hostile glances. 

"Oh, don't worry", she becalmed the angry couple. "It may take a week or two now, but she'll definitely grow back to your original size. Maybe."

There was still nothing friendly in Maka's expression. "I better do, or you'll be pretty short on lives soon."

The kitten just giggled, while Soul let out a sigh. This was really not cool. "Let's go back to Shibusen, Maka." Peeking at her front he added: "Guess we can forget hunting down that other bad guy."

Though still gentle, Maka's blush intensified. "Um, Soul - will I fit on your bike like this?"

The thought of Maka sitting behind him somehow didn't seem so uncool to him.

Noticing Soul's "excitement" Blair chuckled. "You little Pervs!", she laughed, giving Maka's breast a firm slap. Feeling the strike through one of the many holes in her blouse Maka gasped again, her whole body stiffening. The hit breast wobbled up and down, it's movements slightly infecting the other one, making her whole rack shake asynchronous.

Her mouth still open Maka moaned slightly, sweat forming on her forehead. "What's wrong?", Soul asked, getting a bad feeling. With a loud blast then the energy stream suddenly reappeared again, Maka's voice quickly growing higher. Still holding her Soul baldly watched the still wobbling chest blow up again, the movements, tears and nipples getting larger and larger... 

Even Blair seemed to be quite surprised. "Again leftover magic?", she asked, looking at her hands. "Jeez, I should see a doctor about this..."