Third Time's the Charm

BE Archive story contest entry, plotline # 2: An apprentice sorceress peeks into a forbidden book of spells when her teacher goes away on vacation.

        This tale takes place at Rathbone's School of Anything Goes Magical Arts, a story platform that I have been using for a few years now. All characters and locations are copyrighted materials, and may be used only with the author's permission. Please do not repost this story to any other sites without express author permission. Any similarities to any persons living, dead or fictional is purely coincidental. This is a work of erotic fiction, and is not to be viewed under any circumstances by any persons under the age of eighteen. If you enjoy this ribald tale or have any commentary or questions, please let me know by e-mailing me at [email protected].


Chapter 1: While the Cat's Away

        �So you're sure that you can handle it? I could get someone else if it's too much of a bother...�

        Crystalynne sighed heavily for the fourth time in as many moments. �No, Miss Amora. I can water your plants while you're gone and take care of your classroom. I'm not a freshman anymore, you know. You're all packed for your vacation, so just get going. Leave everything to me- I can handle it!�

        Pandora Amora eyed her pupil skeptically then shrugged, sending waves of motion cascading throughout her luxuriant bosom. �Very well. But if my plants have wilted by the time that I return from my vacation, I shall be most put out. These are rare and precious specimens, and many of them are crucial for components in my philters and potions. So be sure not to over water them or let them go thirsty. And do not go poking about amongst my teaching aids- while you are no longer a freshman, there are some items of power that I store in my classroom that a novice simply should not bandy about with.� She then turned slightly and snapped her fingers, and two ogres in formal dress appeared in a flash of pink smoke to either side of her. �I should only be gone for a weekend, unless I'm having too much fun and decide to extend my reservations.� She smiled a lusty smile and winked at Crystalynne. �Which I just might, if I meet some nice sultan with an appetite for the finer things in life. Ta Haveth, darling!� With that, she gestured to the two ogres, who obediently picked up her bags and leaned in close to her lovingly. Then she waved her arms dramatically and the bizarre trio vanished in a cloud of pink smoke that smelled of cheap perfume.

        �Thought she'd never leave,� muttered Crystalynne with a sly grin.

        As a second year student at Rathbone's School of Anything Goes Magical Arts, Crystalynne had already chosen her school of specialty. She had elected to follow the path of the Enchantress, as she had seen that the power to cloud men's minds was a heady brew indeed. None of the rest of her classmates had seen the advantages of enchantment, but Crystalynne had come from a wealthy family in Dormyr and had seen how ladies of the court could accomplish more with cunning and feminine wiles than entire armies afield. Upon her initial meeting with the rest of the instructors at the school, Pandora Amora had been the first that to whom she had taken an immediate dislike. She was tall, nearly two paces in height, with long rings of curly blonde hair that cascaded down her back nearly to her well-rounded bottom. Her dusky skin marked her as a foreigner even in the cultural diversity to be found in the city of Silverluna, which made her seem that much more exotic. Her sultry voice and suggestive manner made her seem to be in a state of perpetual arousal, but none of these things were what had caused Crystalynne dislike her from the start. It was her chest. To be more specific, it was her magnificent bosom that drew her critical attention.

        Pandora Amora was possessed of a bosom that caused men to run into walls, incited frequent flying carpet accidents and generally left men too tongue-tied to speak effectively in her presence. Her breasts were nearly perfectly rounded, gravity-defying orbs that were each the size of a man's head. Argo the Witch Boy had dubbed them her �twin spheres of annihilation� for the effect that they tended to have on males, and when she had gotten wind of the inside joke, Pandora had laughed musically and agreed. Perched as they were atop her perfect hourglass figure, and complimented by her flawless complexion and large brown eyes framed by a classically beautiful face, she was a woman who could bring men to their knees. Quite often, she would do just that to demonstrate to the class that enchantment was about more than just magic- it was a state of mind.

        To Crystalynne's way of thinking, that was all too easy for her to say. Blessed with a body and face that could make the Gods envious, while still retaining a sense of humor about herself, she was a woman that any man would count himself lucky to call his own. Combined with her formidable sorcerous talents and skills, she was truly the mistress of her own destiny. After all, Rathbone's was one of the most prestigious schools in a city reknowed for its colleges of magic. In order to qualify as an instructor, one had to be at least an archmage, and then the candidate had to craft a spell specifically for the school within their sphere of study. Pandora Amora had not only qualified on all counts, she had been an instructor at the school for over a decade now. Her relaxed demeanor and lack of inhibition had made her quite popular with each class over the years.

        But Crystalynne could see neither her grace nor her humility. All that she could see was the way that her worthless boyfriend Chin would hang on her every word, drooling like he was eyeing the contents of a pastry shop through a store window. They had met when she had first come to the school, and she had liked the way that the chubby Kar-Tarian boy had kept nervously shifting his gaze over to her, then looking away whenever she would catch him watching her. It showed a lack of self-confidence that she found exciting in a man. After all, she had come from a powerful noble family, and was used to men who strutted and boasted loudly of their every virtue and achievement. The concept of a boyfriend whom she could easily manipulate intrigued her, and she soon had him under her thumb. He only had eyes for her during the first few weeks of their orientation to the school, until they had met their instructors. Upon meeting Pandora Amora, all of that had changed.

        Chin nearly wet himself upon meeting the enchantress, and could not manage to stammer out an entire coherent sentence throughout their initial meeting. When he was kept after the rest of the class, Crystalynne knew that the seductress was using her wiles to sink emotional claws into her man. She had waited outside the velveteen door that acted as a portal to the enchantment classroom until Chin had emerged, with a dazed smile and lipstick all over his chubby face. It was then that she had decided that somehow she would beat the enchantress at her own game. Now the opportunity had presented itself to her, and she was determined to make the most of it. With Pandora away, and the enchantment classroom to herself, she was confident that she could find something to level the playing field. More appropriately, she wanted to raise the stakes so that she would be taken seriously in this particular game.

        Chapter 2: The Color of Envy

Crystalynne was a pretty girl; her father had been sure to tell her every day, and her mother had always maintained that she was her most beautiful daughter. She dressed well, in the finest Dormyrian fashions, and kept her hair in the intricate styles favored by the ladies of the court. She had been a sought after debutante at all of the balls, and had never encountered a problem attracting males from young noblemen to stable boys. But she had never enjoyed the type of striking feminine features that she had encountered since she had entered Rathbone's.

Pandora was the primary object of her envy; next came her classmate Jade. An elven priestess of the goddess of Mana, she was ethereally beautiful, with long golden silky hair that seemed caught in a perpetual breeze that no one else could feel, and a slender and petite figure that seemed set by the Gods to be maintained no matter how much she ate. Her voice flowed like poetry from her lips, and her large sky blue eyes seemed to be at once as open as the sky, yet filled with hidden mysteries. She dressed in her plain blue priestess robes (which coincidentally matched her eyes) and made no effort to enhance her appearance whatsoever. Which (of course) somehow made her that much more beautiful. It was the priestess' effortless beauty that poisoned Crystalynne's heart against her, and made her wish for something unpleasant to happen to the elven woman.

Last but not least on Crystalynne's list of women that she could not stand was Professor Chesterfield. The instructor in the school of divination, she dressed like a matron, with her long flaming red hair always held in a long ponytail behind her. Her emerald eyes were usually hidden behind spectacles, which never seemed to move yet were constantly being pushed up her nose to emphasize a point. In the long black and white dress she wore every day (leading some of the students to wonder if it were the only dress that she owned), she seemed completely unaware of her own sexuality. However, the massive breasts, narrow waist and wide hips that she hid beneath her simple cotton dress were made that much more alluring by the fact that she made no effort to capitalize on them. Chin was also fixated upon the Professor, which led Crystalynne to the inevitable conclusion that her boyfriend was a breast man.

Which was a bit of a problem for her, as her own breasts were somewhat� small. Tiny. Nigh non-existent, one could say. Which was just how Viktor the battlemage had put it when the subject had come up at a party, making her feel that much more inadequate. It was not a state that she was familiar with, and she disliked it intensely.

When she and Chin had first begun to date, and he had made his initial fumbling attempt to get into her bodice, she had allowed him to proceed only out of curiosity. But when the intricate latticework had been undone and her tiny breasts revealed, she had immediately noted a distinct lack of enthusiasm on his part. She had watched him drool over Pandora and the Professor, and was somewhat adept at gauging male reactions. Her Dormyrian bodice was designed, as her mother had put it, �to make girls appear to be ladies�. But that was no help when nothing stood between her man and what the Gods had granted her. He had made the most of it, but his disappointment had stung her pride.

Later, Jade had approached her and tried to speak with her about the episode. She was outraged by the intrusion to her privacy, and had demanded an explanation from the priestess. Jade freely admitted that she and Chin were friends, and he had sought her out after the experience to hear her counsel on the matter. He had realized that Crystalynne had been hurt by his reaction, and had been looking for a way to make it up to her. Crystalynne had lost her temper and screamed at the priestess, then sworn her to secrecy on the matter, while privately vowing revenge upon the elven maiden for the intrusion into her personal life. She would make Chin's life a living hell as well, but that was an ongoing process. Now that Pandora's spellbooks were accessible to her, and Pandora herself was not here to interfere with her, Crystalynne's vengeance would begin.

She searched through the classroom hunting for the tomes that she knew were there. Each of the instructor's classrooms was decorated to reflect the individual instructor; Pandora's had always struck Crystalynne as what the interior of a brothel would look like. Pandora usually conducted her class from atop piles of cushions and throw pillows, while silks and draperies covered the walls. Crystalynne began tossing cushions aside from the large pile that served as Pandora's 'desk', digging for the treasures that she knew were hidden beneath.

The first few tomes that she found tucked under various cushions and throw pillows were written in foreign tongues, and she had to cast a spell to translate them only to find that they were bawdy romance novels. She tossed them aside as she continued her search, finally coming upon a large leather-bound tome with a broken heart emblazoned upon the cover. As she opened it, she felt the wash of magic pour out from the book, and she knew that her search had ended. With slightly trembling hands, she opened the mystic volume.

Inside were spells, haphazardly arranged with no rhyme or reason. There was no table of contents, so she had to read each spell and attempt to divine the spell's intention from the incantations and ingredients. She quickly realized that what she had found was actually Pandora Amora's working spellbook, a tome where she kept all of her spells that were still under development. Now months of study and hard work would pay off, as she strove to understand the liner notes and shorthand scribblings that covered each page. Since these were all unique spells, conventional spellcraft would be useless in identifying them once they were cast. She squealed in delight to herself, and set to work to determine the best possible spells for her revenge. Hours passed in the quiet classroom as she diligently studied the arcane knowledge that she so desperately craved.

While she was hunting primarily for spells to increase her own attractiveness, she encountered one that seemed just right for her revenge upon Jade. If she understood the spell correctly, it was a Vanity spell which was designed to destroy the target's self-image. It struck her as fitting to use such a spell upon the priestess who had caused so much damage to her own perceived image, and so she decided to try it out first. Crystalynne quickly gathered the components from amongst the plants about the room, mixing them together while muttering the mystic incantations over them to create a mystic oil which could be applied to the target.

Since elves were notoriously hard to affect with enchantments, she decided that her best plan of attack would be to affect her surroundings with an enchantment, then let the enchanted environment do the rest. She was uncertain as to the function of some of the ingredients, and had stumbled over more than a few words in the incantations. She was also uncertain as to just what effect it would have on her victim, though she was reasonably certain that it would be something unpleasant. When the oil was complete, she poured it into a small rose-colored vial, sealed it with some hot wax, then left the enchantment classroom in search of her victim.

Chapter 3: Hot Springs, Cold Vengeance

Jade was not hard to find, as she had a habit of taking luxuriant baths in the hot springs located on the grounds of the campus throughout the late afternoon hours. On any given day when classes were not being held, she could be found in one of the smaller pools of the springs. She had no inhibitions about showing her body (yet another reason why Crystalynne hated her), and usually bathed nude. Crystalynne hid herself behind some of the shrubberies surrounding the springs and spied upon her for a moment before approaching her, to insure that she was alone. Jade was gently lathering her body while humming an ancient elvish tune, and Crystalynne eyed her naked form critically.

The elven woman's lithe body was slender and sparse, much like a young human girl-child, and probably weighed no more than ninety stones. Her own breasts were tiny, perhaps only slightly larger than Crystalynne's own flat chest, and capped by tiny rosebud nipples that were somehow the perfect compliment to her pale skin tone. Her slight curves resulted from the fact that her waist was smaller than her hips, though just barely. Were it not for the gentle curve of her buttocks she would have almost no feminine definition to her figure. Not for long, thought Crystalynne to herself with wicked glee. As Jade rinsed herself off, she stepped into one of the other small pools to soak in the luxuriantly warm water. Now was her opportunity, Crystalynne thought. The time of her vengeance was at hand! She moved from her concealment within the bushes and approached the springs along the path, affecting an air of friendliness.

�Hello, Jade!� she called out once she was within sight of the bathing maiden. Jade looked up at the sound of her voice, and greeted her with a smile. �Good day to you, Crystalynne. Have you come to join me in my meditations today? I had thought that you preferred to bathe alone.� Crystalynne felt the rush of anger course through her at the mention of her practice of keeping her naked body hidden from others, but pushed it to the back of her mind as she concentrated upon appearing friendly and harmless. �Actually, I haven't come to bathe today, but to apologize. I realize now that the enmity that I have felt towards you these past few months was misguided, and I have come to offer you a gift to heal any harm that I may have caused.� With that, she smiled her most sincere smile and made close eye contact as she knelt beside the water.

�Why, Crystalynne, that's very kind of you. I have been somewhat distressed that my actions had inadvertently caused you discomfort, but you seemed to wish to be left alone, so I was trying to respect your feelings.� The elven woman's face showed nothing but kindness, which sickened Crystalynne that much more. She hadn't even recognized that the speech Crystalynne delivered had been the one that Jade had spoken to her months before when she had tried to make amends, regurgitated almost word for word.

�I see now that you were only trying to help, and I was just being overly sensitive about my�� she glanced down at her bodice, then looked back up and continued, ��little problem. I do hope that you can forgive me, and accept this humble gift.� At that, she offered the small rose-colored bottle to the elf. Jade looked at it, then smiled warmly at Crystalynne. �A gift freely offered from your heart. How could I not accept?� Jade rose out of the water to embrace Crystalynne, wrapping her wet arms about her neck. Crystalynne stifled the torrent of rage that coursed through her like a raging river. How dare she! Unwarranted physical contact was one thing, but while she was wet and naked? The sheer umbrage of this woman! She quelled her murderous impulses and managed to simply go stiff in the elf's embrace, patting her naked back with her fingers in a semblance of return affection.

�So what is this gift that you bring to me?� asked Jade, her eyes bright with anticipation. �It is a scented bath oil, designed to enhance your natural beauty,� Crystalynne replied. �Try some- I think that you'll find it a most unique experience.� Outwardly, Crystalynne smiled her most sincere smile, while inwardly she cackled with gleeful anticipation. Jade took the small bottle in her delicate hands and marveled at the simple container. �It's so beautiful, Crystalynne. I thank you from my heart, and I shall treasure this gift most precious. May I try some now?� she asked. �Please do,� replied Crystalynne. Now the fun begins, she thought.

The elven maiden carefully peeled aside the wax seal, and tapped the neck of the bottle gently to pour a few drops into the water of the small pool. However, as soon as the bottle was tilted, the entire contents rushed out in a splash and began spreading throughout the pool. The clear water gained a slightly emerald hue, which quickly diffused through the water. The elven woman's face suddenly contorted, as if she were experiencing a cramp, then a look of blissful calm spread across her features. �Ohhhh� oh, this feels absolutely marvelous�� she mumbled, her voice slurred somewhat as if she had been drinking. Then the enchantment began to take hold, and Jade began to transform before Crystalynne's very eyes.

At first, it seemed as if the water were distorting her image, as it often does. But as Jade cooed and caressed her body, Crystalynne could see that the changes that were taking place were not her imagination. Jade was growing wider with each passing breath, as the level of the pool began diminishing. Her flat belly began growing round, and her slim waist filled out, expanding wider and wider. Her hips began to swell to keep up with her increasing waistline, and her thighs grew from beanpoles to tree trunks in what seemed like an instant. Crystalynne had expected the enchanted oil to have some sort of effect, but nothing this severe! The elven woman was expanding more rapidly by the second, and Crystalynne had no idea where it would lead. The spell had been vague as to the final disposition of the victim, and she began to worry that the process might kill her, rather than destroy her self-esteem, as she had intended.

Her lithe arms, dipping in and out of the water as she caressed her ever-expanding mass, became two long balloons with dimples where her elbows impugned upon them. Her slender fingers swelled to become five fat sausages with tiny nails upon them, and her neck began to disappear as a full extra chin consumed it. Her slender, sharp-featured face became soft and round as her high cheekbones became supports for the enormous bulbous cheeks that were now expanding upon them. Her lips, once delicate ribbons of color, flared outwards with such fullness that they now more closely resembled a duck's bill than lips. But as Crystalynne watched in rapt fascination, she was suddenly taken aback by Jade's next transformational phase.

Jade's breasts, which had so far remained the same slight expanse of flesh that they had always been, suddenly surged forward. Her belly had consumed most of her torso, causing her to look much like a ball of humanoid flash with graduating cones protruding where her arms and legs continued to exist (though their eventual usefulness was rapidly becoming a point of debate). Now her breasts began to expand, flowing outward from the ball of her torso like two mountains rising from the sea. Her belly strained to stay ahead of them, but they were determined to make their presence known. They swelled to the size of melons, then great melons, then to the size of one of the largest cushions in Pandora's classroom. Jade's nipples remained tiny pert buds atop them, but her breast's ridiculously large size made their minuscule dimensions only serve to emphasize how much she had grown. Perched as they were atop her enormous belly, they threatened to suffocate the enormous elf. Her neck had now completely disappeared, her chin only a Y-shaped fold between her face and her inflated breasts. She had risen slightly out of the pool, which Crystalynne could only assume was because her posterior had inflated to the same epic proportions as the rest of her body.

The water level in the pool was now nearly drained, and Jade herself, who had been moaning and cooing throughout the entire process, now shook with cascading waves whenever she moved her enormous forearms. Her upper arms were gone, swallowed by the billowing mass of her torso, and only her tiny fat feet were visible beneath the rounded mass of her lower torso. Her head had become a small rounded ball atop a trio of balls, distinguishable as her head only because her long flaxen hair still flowed from it. Her face had become two sunken points from which tiny piggy eyes peered, and her lips were a pair of fat pink over-stuffed sausages which contorted themselves to form sounds. Every breath now caused waves of motion beneath her skin, which wobbled and bobbled as she struggled with the sensations colliding within her enormous form.

With a sucking sound, the last of the water in the pool disappeared, and Jade let out one long final moan and lay still. At least, her arms lay still, since her enormous breasts and belly were still sloshing from side to side in a series of waves that seemed to have no end in sight. Crystalynne experienced a momentary flash of panic as she thought for a moment that she had killed her, but the steady labored breathing of the elven water balloon assured her that the elf was still very much alive (though it was conceivable that she might never leave this pool again).

�Enjoy my little gift, Jade,� she whispered in the elf's ear. �Perhaps next time you'll think twice before prying into business that is none of your concern. That is, assuming that you ever get the opportunity.� If she had interpreted the spell correctly, then Jade would be unaware of the transformation, instead believing that she had always been this gigantic elven puddle of flesh. With no memory of Crystalynne's actions, she could not implicate her when the rest of the class inevitably began investigating the matter. She quickly looked about to insure that no one else had observed her, then satisfied that her actions had gone unnoticed quickly made her way across the school grounds back to the main tower.

Chapter 4: Opening Pandora's Books

As she closed the door of the enchantment classroom behind her, she felt a rush of joy. While transforming the elf woman into a humanoid water balloon had perhaps been a bit extreme, she felt vindicated. After all, the incident with Chin and Jade had rankled her for many months now, and she had wanted to exact vengeance of some sort. When Jade had pried into her personal life, she had become Crystalynne's enemy. Mother had always told her to always take vengeance upon those who wronged her, and now she had done just that. Her enemy had been struck down; all that remained was for her to tend to her own physical shortcomings, and her life would be complete. She absently hummed the ancient elven tune that Jade had been singing as she thumbed through the massive libram, searching for the enchantment that would make her irresistible to men.

After an hour or so of searching, she felt that she had located the perfect enchantment for the task at hand. It was a highly complex spell that was quite beyond her ability to cast, and seemingly incomplete, but it had the promise of just what she desired. It was a Fantasy spell, designed to turn the caster into the inner sexual fantasy of whoever laid eyes upon her. Obviously, this must have been the spell that Pandora Amora had used years ago to transform her own body into every man's walking fantasy, she thought to herself. Now it would serve her as well. She pulled a silk veil aside from a mirror and contemplated her own body.

Her face and hair needed no alteration, she decided. They were both quite fine the way that they were, even if they were not classically beautiful like Pandora's. Perhaps she could gain a few more hands in height, she mused. After all, men tended to spot taller women more quickly, and she had always wanted to be able to look down upon others as she passed. Her slim waist was another point that needed no help, and while her buttocks were not full and round like Pandora's, she felt that was an area that could go unchanged. After all, only harlots showed their behinds; ladies wore bustles. Her slender legs would also do just fine to remain as they were. In fact, just a hand span or two more height and a bust to make men turn and look as she passed was all that she truly desired from the spell.

She studied the spell intently for the next hour, marveling at its complexity. She was a brilliant pupil, as were all of the students at Rathbone's. Only the best were allowed to come and study under the archmages, and she was no exception. Her innate sorcerous capabilities were enhanced by her quick wits and voracious intellect. She knew this to be so, because her mother had always doted upon her youngest daughter, proclaiming to all who would listen what a precocious child she was. Now, grown to womanhood, she would prove that her mind was more than a match for the world around her by transforming herself physically. If breasts were what it took to completely captivate men, then by the Gods she would have them!

She finally finished scribbling notes into her own spellbook, using a form of magical shorthand. As she reviewed her notes and compared them to the spell in Pandora's libram, she realized that in order for the spell to work, she would have to cast it directly from the book itself, thus destroying the page in the process. At this, she hesitated. Pandora might not realize what she had been up to with Jade, and might even overlook Crystalynne's own sudden physical transformation. But were she to discover that she had burnt a page directly from her personal spellbook, then it was possible that she might become quite angry indeed. And the wrath of an archmage enchantress was something to give even Crystalynne pause. She considered what might happen, then came to the conclusion that if Pandora figured it out and was angry with her, then she would deal with those consequences later. She had come too far to quit now, and an opportunity like this might never present itself to her again. Her mind made up and her course set, she began to gather components for the spell.

Panic set in as she reviewed the list of ingredients for the spell, and realized that she would have to go elsewhere for a few of the crucial components. Included in the list were a dram of quicksilver and three crystal rods, which were not to be found in the enchantment classroom. She reviewed her component list in her head, and realized that she would have to go to both the transmutation and the divination classrooms to fetch the final components. That meant possibly dealing with Master Crowley, the head of the transmutation department and Professor Chesterfield. She double-checked her notes to be certain that she couldn't substitute other ingredients, and decided that she would have to use the true components. After all, she was reasonably sure that she had translated the rest of the ingredients correctly, but she was not absolutely certain. With a spell this far out of her experience, a minor alteration in an ingredient or measurement could spell disaster. So her safest course was to stick to the formula. With a resigned sigh, she left her project spread across one of the broad flat body cushions that she had been working atop, and exited the enchantment classroom to head to the transmutation room.

Chapter 5: Meet the Master

As with most of the classrooms, the portal to the alteration classroom was representative of the sphere of magic itself, as well as a reflection of the instructor. While the enchantment classroom was a hypnotic velveteen door, which she had long since learned to bypass by simply not looking at the door as she approached it, the transmutation classroom changed its look every day. This was representative of the transient nature of the school of alteration, as well as the instructor himself. Today, it looked like a fine marble door on stone hinges set into a basalt frame that seamlessly matched with the rest of the granite interior of the main tower of the school. That was a good sign, as the portal was often misshapen or bizarrely twisted. That usually meant that Master Crowley was in an unpleasant form. Since the portal was clean and symmetrical today, her hopes rose that the instructor would be in a pleasant form today, thus his mood might be good as well. She swung the massive door open effortlessly, despite its size and apparent weight. The hinges matched flawlessly, and the door was apparently perfectly balanced. Once the door portal was open, she stepped inside to confront her instructor.

�Master Crowley? Are you in here?� she called out cautiously. Many of the instructors at Rathbone's were only on the grounds part of the time, as their individual pursuits tended to keep them occupied elsewhere. They would teleport in for class sessions or emergencies, but most of them had homes and lives elsewhere. Not so was the case of Master Crowley. He had come to the school nearly five years ago, and for his qualification exam he had cast a new form of the Shift Shape spell, which would render him a permanent shapeshifter. While the spell had worked, he had been in too much of a rush to finish his research thoroughly, and it had enacted itself with a few flaws. First, he would change shape every day at the exact same moment that he had cast the initial spell, a few moments after the first bell of the afternoon. Second, he had no control over the form into which he would shift. This left him quite vulnerable as archmages went, and he tended to stay in his classroom or on the grounds more often than not, as he was still researching a way to undo what he had done to himself. After all, to become a giant one day could be quite useful, but to be transformed into a will-o-the-wisp or ooze the next meant that all he could do was wait for the next transformation and hope that it would allow him to continue his research.

As Crystalynne peered about the seemingly disorganized piles of books, scrolls and components that perpetually cluttered his classroom, Master Crowley poked his head out from behind a towering stack of papers and greeted her. �Well, hello, Crystalynne!� he called out in a gravelly tone. He was at least humanoid today, which tended to put him in a good mood. However, he was in the form of a stone golem, so he was moving slowly and ponderously about his classroom. Obviously he was trying not to knock over the array of clutter, which had an organizational system that only he understood. �What can I do for you this fine eve?� he asked solicitously.

Crystalynne relaxed and launched into the speech that she had prepared for this occasion. �It's good to see that you are well today, Master Crowley. I am working on a spell to surprise Pandora with when she returns from her vacation, and I was hoping that you might have some lying about that I might use.� She then smiled her most earnest smile and waited patiently. Whenever Crowley got the chance to communicate verbally, he tended to go on a bit, and she was prepared for a long conversation.

�Well, that's awfully nice of you, my dear. What sort of spell is it? I have an awful lot of components here, and I should be able to help you with whatever you need. In fact, if you have your notes, I'd be happy to take a look and see if there's anything that you might have missed. After all, you know what I say about research��

��'You can never research a spell enough times, because you never know what you might have overlooked'. Yes, Master Crowley, I know. But I want to do this by myself so that she'll know that I did it was all personal research. After all, I wouldn't be much of an apprentice if I got you to do my work for me, now would I? I just need a dram of quicksilver or two, and I'll be on my way.� Crystalynne then smiled as sweetly as she could, and awaited his reply.

�Quicksilver, eh? The cornerstone of nearly all transformation spells. What sort of spell is this, lass?� he asked, his stony brow furrowing slightly. Crystalynne had already anticipated his interrogative, and had an answer prepared. �It's a spell that will enable her to transform her clothing into any style or material that she desires. Rather than an illusion of a change in garments, it will actually rearrange the materials magically into whatever garments and fabrics she desires.� It was a reasonable idea for a spell, and one that Crystalynne had been contemplating developing on her own. But for now, she hoped that it would satisfy her instructor's curiosity.

�Marvelous! Pandora would love a spell like that. Ah, if only I had a diligent apprentice like you,� he mused to himself as he began rooting under a nearby pile of books. Presently he straightened, and produced a vial of silvery liquid. �Here you go, my fair maiden. Now be sure to measure the ingredients exactly. You know what I always say��

�Oh yes�'One drop may produce the desired effect, but two drops might effect an undesirable product.' Yes, Master Crowley. I'll be careful, I promise. Thank you so much!� She then pecked him on his stony check and dashed out of the room with girlish enthusiasm. Slightly dazed, Crowley watched her depart. Returning to his research, he muttered, �What a nice young girl that one is��

Chapter 6: Wrath of the Witch

With one of the crucial components in hand, Crystalynne closed the door of the transmutation classroom behind her, feeling bold and brave. Master Crowley had believed her story, and that had been the biggest hurdle that she had anticipated. She still needed the crystal rods from the divination classroom, but she was confident that it would be no problem whatsoever to retrieve them. Professor Chesterfield seldom spent much time at the school, only appearing for classes, tests and school functions. None of the students were certain what she did with her spare time, but as she seemed rather dull, there was not much speculation as to what she might be doing.

As twilight was approaching, Crystalynne was confident that the Professor would be elsewhere, and the divination classroom would be empty. After all, of all of the spheres of magic to pursue, who would want to spend their days apprenticing to the sphere devoted to the pursuit of information? Most of the lower level spells were accessible to the rest of the schools, and the higher-powered divinational spells were so complex as to be nearly useless. Why waste your magic finding out how many orcs were in the army when you could lay waste to them with one spell?

In the circular hall of the tower, she passed by Viktor Carnifax, one of her fellow classmates. He was a battlemage, devoted to the invocation of damaging force upon his opponents, and one of the few mages handy with a sword as well as a spell. He nodded to her as they passed, giving no indication of anything beyond courteous recognition. She suspected that he was one of the men who liked 'fighting men', as her father had explained it to her. He had never particularly taken notice of her feminine wiles, and from what her father had told her, the practice of men who preferred the company of other men was common on the battlefield. She paused and waited for him to stride down the stairway, then continued on to her destination.

The doorway to the divination classroom was a plain oaken door in a black maple frame, with a brass doorknob. It was typically unimaginative of one who devoted her life to the pursuit of information, thought Crystalynne. She turned the knob and swung the door open to find the classroom empty and quiet. All of the wooden desks were neatly arranged in rows facing the larger wooden desk at the head of the class, behind which a chalkboard hung upon the wall. The only interesting feature of the room as far as Crystalynne was concerned were the windows covering the far wall of the classroom. They appeared to be real pane glass windows, and the view outside currently showed the setting sun over the city of Silverluna. But the outside of the main tower was solid stone, with no such windows. No one was certain as to whether the windows were illusionary representations of the true view, or a complex divinational projection. In truth, no one had ever cared enough to ask, Crystalynne included. They were just grateful for something to focus on other than the Professor's boring lectures on the importance of divination.

She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. Quickly, she made her way to the teacher's desk, which looked as if it might be more at home in a provincial schoolhouse than in a school devoted to the study of the magical arts. She grasped the handle of the main drawer, and it slid open easily. Inside were an assortment of rings, wands, trinkets and baubles. Her curiosity nearly got the best of her, but she ignored the potential items of magic and focused on the task at hand. In one of the side drawers, she found a neatly sectioned drawer that held a number of spell components, including the crystal rods she sought. With a cry of triumph, she snatched up three of the small rods, then closed the drawer and straightened to leave.

As she made her way toward the door, she heard a slight roar of air and smelled a whiff of brimstone as the air before the door suddenly began whirling and became blackened. Then a glowing crimson spot appeared on the floor, which began tracing a line that began rebounding at ninety-degree angles. When it had formed a star, the crimson light encircled itself to form a pentacle, and the whirling air took shape in the form of Professor Chesterfield.

She was clad in the same black and white dress that she always wore to cover her massive feminine endowments, and stood leaning with both hands clutching an old broom made of ancient and gnarled wood. Her small wire frame glasses had slipped slightly down her nose, and she regarded Crystalynne through the small rectangular lenses. �Good evening, Crystalynne. I trust that you have some sort of explanation for this intrusion?� she asked. Crystalynne had been prepared to encounter the Professor in her classroom, but was slightly taken aback by her sudden appearance. �O-of course, Professor. I just needed a few components for a spell that I'm developing, and I thought that you wouldn't mind if I borrowed them.� She then smiled a sheepish smile, trying her best to look casual and calm, as if she had been doing nothing wrong.

The instructor's left eyebrow rose quizzically and a half-smile played at the corners of her mouth. �Mmmmmm, I see. What sort of spell is this that requires the three crystal rods? You have always regarded divination as a convenience at best, Crystalynne. The three rods are primarily used to know the minds and hearts of men, as you would know if you had paid attention in my class rather than staring out the window. Since when has this been an interest of yours? Perhaps you seek to craft a spell to further dominate Chin B. Phat, your erstwhile suitor? Or perhaps you have set your sights upon another unsuspecting male who has seen through your illusion of delicacy and refuses to have anything to do with you. So, what do you have to say for yourself, child?�

Crystalynne was flabbergasted. No one had ever spoken to her in such a manner in her entire life, and such a diatribe was quite unlike the characteristically soft-spoken Professor. Further, she was amazed that the witch knew so many details of her personal life, and was so prepared to pass judgment upon her. �I- I'm crafting a spell for Pandora which will allow her to�� she began, but Professor Chesterfield interrupted her almost immediately with a phrase that Crystalynne could not recall ever having heard directed toward her in her life.

        �You are a liar,� stated the Professor.

        Crystalynne finally lost her temper at this, and began shouting at the instructor. �How dare you call me a liar? I'll have you know that I am Crystalynne Saunders, of the noble house of Saunders, member of the Court of Dormyr and bearer of the sacred ring of Ptolemak! No one accuses me of being a liar, least of all some hedge-witch made good teaching a useless sphere of magic! I demand an apology this instant!� She thrust her chin up, placed her fists on her hips and regarded the Professor defiantly.

        �You misunderstand, child. I did not accuse you of being a liar�� began the Professor, who peered at her over the tops of her spectacles. �I thought not!� cried Crystalynne triumphantly. ��I stated it as a matter of fact.� finished the Professor.

�I don't have to listen to another word of this. I'm leaving,� said Crystalynne in a huff. But when she tried to push past the red-haired witch, the small nose of the witch twitched back and forth rapidly, and Crystalynne suddenly found herself frozen in place. �Oh, I think that you might have to listen to a bit more of it, my dear,� said Professor Chesterfield. �After all, let's review the facts, shall we?�

        �First, you came into my classroom and rifled the contents of my desk looking for spell components without my permission. Then, you lied to me as to the reason why you had done such a thing. Your outburst notwithstanding, I think that an explanation is in order, don't you?� Crystalynne tried to voice a sarcastic reply, but her vocal chords were frozen as well. She was helpless to do anything but watch as the witch's palm glowed with a fiery crimson pentacle, which she then pressed to Crystalynne's forehead. Inside she was screaming threats and obscenities, but she could not make a sound. As the pentacle burned itself into her mind, her vocal chords suddenly freed themselves at a most inopportune moment in her rantings.

��Cut out your heart and show it to you before your head is mounted on a pike, you whore�� slipped out before she realized that the screaming in her head was now coming out of her mouth. She saw the witch's emerald eyes narrow then flare with a steady burst of crimson fire. As the tendrils of fire raced out to encompass the voluptuous witch's form, the dire nature of her predicament finally crystallized to Crystalynne. She was completely within her power, and despite Crystalynne's insults, there were no instructors at Rathbone's School of Anything Goes Magical Arts who were less than an archmage. �Perhaps I spoke too hastily�� she began.

        �Your apologies are as meaningless as your lies, child. Know you this- I have battled men and monsters, Titans and mad Gods. I have seen beyond time, and returned to tell the tale. I am a knower of things unknowable and a seer of things unseen. If I do not strike you as a power to be reckoned with, that shows naught but thine own ignorance. I have made my way across this Realm for over seventy-four years now, and I shall not be denied by such as thee. Now I would have the truth, and you shall deliver it unto me. This, I command!� The fiery tendrils covering the witch's body then leapt from her form to surround Crystalynne, who screamed at the top of her lungs. When she realized that the flames had not harmed her, she calmed slightly and regarded the Professor, her eyes wide with fear.

        �Why have you stolen from me?� asked the Professor in a voice that had a hollow, echoing tone. Crystalynne tried to concoct an answer, but the truth spilled from her lips immediately. �I need them for a spell that I am attempting to cast from Pandora's spellbook.� �I see,� replied the witch. �What is this spell that you would cast for which you risk thievery from me?� Crystalynne tried to withhold the answer, but the flames surrounding her compelled her to tell the truth. �It is a Fantasy spell of Pandora's own design, which should grant me the body that I have always desired. I suspect that it is the very one that she used to give herself the body that she now wears. I never knew that there were any spells this useful in the divination sphere. I wonder why you never brought it up in your lessons?� The last part came blurting out, even though she had just thought it while the answer to the Professor's question had been issuing forth.

        �If I've told you once, I've told you kids a hundred times, independent research is the key to successful magerie. So while Pandora's on vacation, you decided to peruse her spellbook and have a little fun. Since you're her apprentice, I suppose that's a matter for the two of you to settle when she returns. What exactly do you hope to gain from a body like Pandora Amora's anyway?�

        �I'm tired of being flat-chested!� Crystalynne cried out. �I've seen the way that men look at women like you and Pandora, and I'm tired of being left out! I want to be able to compete for men's affections without having to say a word like you two can! You dress like a nun, and Chin still stares at your chest for the entire class! I want men to notice me like that, too!� Tears began streaming down her face, and she began sobbing. She hadn't wanted to admit it to the witch, but the spell still compelled her to speak the truth.

        Professor Chesterfield's stern expression softened a bit, and she regarded Crystalynne with eyes that seemed somehow ancient and knowing. They glazed over slightly as her nose twitched again, and her voice took on a dreamlike quality. �I see the course that you plot�� she murmured, her voice taking on a dreamlike quality. She swayed gently from side to side for a moment, as Crystalynne stood silently, wondering what would happen next. Then the witch's attention suddenly refocused on the scene before her, and she smiled a sly smile that Crystalynne found unnerving. The flames about her subsided, and she found that she could move again. She wiped her eyes, and waited for the witch's next move.

        �You may have the rods if you wish, Crystalynne. Use them as you see fit, but know you this- you are tampering with magic beyond your ken. There is always a price to be paid for magical power, and you have not paid this price as yet. But you will not heed my words, so you will gain knowledge instead. And as I have unsuccessfully tried to teach you, knowledge is power. Now go- I find your presence distasteful, spoiled child of privilege. I have some� hedges to tend.� With that, the witch smiled a wry smile and with a twitch of her nose the glowing pentacle retraced itself beneath her feet, and her form became a whirl of blackened air that quickly dissipated.

        Crystalynne was left standing alone in the darkening classroom, and she spent a moment gathering her wits. She had never suspected that Professor Chesterfield had such a temper, or that the usually mild-mannered witch was capable of such effortless and powerful spellcasting. She would have to reprise her plan to take vengeance upon the divination instructor until a later date, she decided. For now, she had work to do.

        Chapter 7: There She Stood, Chins Aquiver

        Still somewhat shaken from her encounter with Professor Chesterfield, she slipped out of the divination classroom and made her way around the school's main tower back to the relative safety of the enchantment classroom. Since it was a weekend, classes were not in session and the upper halls were deserted. She imagined that her classmates were probably cavorting about town or congregating in the common areas on the lower floors of the tower, since she had only encountered Viktor thus far today. She settled on the pillow that she had set up as a chair next to the body cushion where she had spread her components, and reviewed the spell one more time. As she did so, her confidence began to return.

I can do this, she thought. This is just another spell, like all of the rest that I've cast in the past few months. I managed to perform that enchantment on Jade, didn't I? I can cast this spell. Stupid witch thinks that she's going to frighten me into giving up, because she's afraid of a little competition. That's what's really going on here. That's why she put on that big show and didn't do anything to stop me. She thinks that I'll just drop the whole thing and be a good little girl. �Hah!� she exclaimed. �I'll show her. Then after I'm done maybe I'll whip up a little batch of bath oil for her, too! See how she likes a few extra pounds��

        With the components arrayed before her, she blended them together in the manner prescribed in the spell's instructions. She murmured the incantations, which were long and tedious, and tried not to stammer over the words that she did not understand, hoping that she was pronouncing them correctly. As she neared the climax of the spell, an ethereal wind began buffeting her and she could feel vast magical energies coalescing about her. Her voice rose higher and higher as she tossed the ingredients into the air, sacrificing them to the forces at work to invoke their power and bend them to her will. They whirled about her as she shouted the incantation, and her entire body began to tingle with magical energy. As the spell reached its conclusion, there was a great roll of thunder in the enchantment classroom and a blinding flash. Then all was silent, save for the sound of her labored breathing, and the echo of the thunder in her ears.

        Quickly, she dashed to a large mirror that leaned against one wall. There were mirrors to be found everywhere in Pandora's classroom, as she enjoyed looking at herself even while lecturing to a class. She watched the mirror for a full tick of the clock, yet she saw no changes occurring in her lithe form. She rushed back to the spellbook to double-check the spell, only to find the page a smoking ruin, devoid of any helpful information. Her own notes were all that was left, and as she consulted them, she came to the conclusion that there was no reason for the spell to have failed. Then inspiration suddenly struck her- she needed a man to activate the spell! She would not become her own fantasy, but the fantasy of a man through use of the spell. That was easily remedied, she thought.

        Quickly, she gathered a shawl about herself and pulled it over her head so that no one would see her as she moved about the school. After all, she had gone to all of this trouble to finally secure the attentions of Chin B. Phat, and it would not do to become another man's fantasy now. She imagined that as long as she kept her face hidden, the enchantment would bide it's time and wait for a man's fantasy to transform her. With a growing anticipation, she slipped from the enchantment classroom and made her way down the now torch lit halls of the main tower towards the stairway, then descended it. Chin seldom strayed far from the school, and just past dusk he could probably be found in the dining hall of the school, down on the first floor. She made her way between the eight large columns that supported the upper stories, slipping from one to the next to avoid anyone who might be about. As she hid behind the column composed of hundreds of bones that represented the school of necromancy, she spied Mars the Airmage drifting past on his cloud. He was obviously looking for someone to go paint the town with him as he always did on the weekends, and Crystalynne had no desire to encounter him at the moment.

Once he had passed, she hurried across the floor inlaid with a gigantic representation of the school's crest, an eight-pointed star touching each of the columns representing the major spheres of magic. Into the side corridor she went, to peek into the dining hall. Tymus, the goddess of good fortune was with her, as Chin was alone in the dining hall with his back to her, consuming what looked to be his third chicken of this sitting. Silently she glided up behind him, placed her hands over his eyes and murmured, �Guess who?� in her sultriest voice.

        �Miss Pandora?� he asked in his nasal voice. She smacked him upon the back of his head, and he recoiled, lowered his head and sheepishly intoned, �I knew it was you, Crys. I was only foolin' around.� He then turned to look at her, but she was already moving to the opposite side of the table from him. She wanted him to get a full view of what was going to happen, so she sat down directly opposite him at the wooden dining table. As his gaze fell upon her, she felt a slight tingling begin in her belly, and she prepared for the enchantment to run its course.

        �You look pretty tonight,� he said with the same enthusiasm with which he always did. �Do you notice anything different about me tonight, Chin?� she asked, sitting up on her knees to give him a better view of her body. The tingling was spreading now, and she could feel her bustle becoming tighter. �Uhhhh� yeah. You look like you� ahh�� Chin stammered, obviously trying to find the right words to speak which would compliment her properly. She leaned over the table towards him, as her bustle grew tighter still upon her torso. �Surely there must be something that you've noticed that's different about me today��

Chin's gaze immediately flickered from her face to her bosom, then back to her face before settling upon her bosom, as his eyes grew wide. �Uh, yeah, uh, maybe�� he stammered, his eyes unable to tear away from her chest. Her bustle had become painfully tight, and she settled back on her seat to give herself some breathing room. As she did so, she glanced at her chest for the first time since the enchantment had begun, and felt the warm rush of success. Her breasts, previously only padded flat points on her figure, were pushing out of the bustle, growing larger with every breath that she took. The warmth was spreading across the rest of her body, and she felt unusual sensations coursing through her nether regions. She wanted to be held by this man, and more. Part of her was shocked by the wanton urges that were consuming more and more of her thoughts, but a part of her welcomed them. As her bustle bit painfully into her stomach, she decided that it was time to give Chin what he had been after for all of these months.

�Chin, my love, why don't you come over here and undo my bustle for me? It's getting so very hard to breathe in here,� she asked in her sultriest tones. She leaned in close over the table towards him and gave him an excellent view of her cleavage, which was spilling almost completely out of the top of her dress. He could not get up fast enough, and tripped as his foot tangled in his char. He bounced back to his feet almost immediately, and raced around the table to her back. She was still sitting on her legs, and she thrust her backside out towards him as he stopped suddenly behind her, his groin parked up against her bottom.

�Hurry, Chin,� she moaned. �I'm having a lot of trouble breathing now, and I want you to see all of the new me!� Again, her lascivacious tone shocked her, but she was almost beyond caring. She wanted, no, needed to have him inside her, to kiss and touch her skin, to spread her flesh beneath him. She felt his fingers suddenly working at the laces of her bustle, and as he undid the knot, the strings undid themselves as though they were under amazing pressure. �Mmmmm, Chin,� she cooed. �Take me as a lover should. Take me now.� She then turned towards him and embraced him as her dress fell away.

As for Chin, he was in shock. First Crystalynne had come to see him, and not to yell at him for something. Then when she had asked him if anything about her was different, he had noticed that her bosom had begun growing, and quickly. When she had invited him to undo her bustle, he had raced around the table to find that while her boobs had grown, that was nothing compared to what had happened to her ass. By the time he had gotten behind her, her bulging posterior had become two enormous rounded pillows of flesh that seemed to be expanding before his very eyes! They pressed upon his manhood as they swelled, and he nearly came from the sensation. When he finally managed to untie the knot of her bustle, it snapped off of her body and he saw her expanding waistline leap outwards. It was nowhere near as big as her bust or her ass, but it was like a dream come true for him. He had always wondered what Crystalynne would look like with some healthy meat on her bones, and now it seemed as though his dream were coming true before his very eyes!

She turned towards him, and he took in her form at a glance. She had to weigh two hundred stone by now, and it seemed to be primarily settling in her ass and hips. Her belly was full and soft, with gentle rolls of fat layering her hips, and each one of her breasts were now larger than his head. His eyes searched out her face, which was still relatively unchanged by her transformation as she said to him, �Take me, Chin. Take me now.�

Her mouth sought his with a hunger that she had never known, and they kissed passionately. Their tongues intertwined, each taking turns probing each other's mouths while their lips fought and slid across one another's faces. Her meaty arms encircled him, and bore him back onto the hard wooden table as she heaved her bulk upon it. He was content to let her be the aggressor; after all, he was used to complying with her direction when it came to foreplay, and now that it had suddenly developed into so much more (as had her luscious form), he saw no reason to change the status quo now. Her delicate dress had all but shredded during the course of her transformation, and her naked skin was fiery to the touch. She tore at his clothes, pulling his silken robe from his shoulders, barely giving him a chance to wriggle free from it. She could not resist the burning desire that had been spawned within her by the spell, and she had a need beyond all reason to feel the sensation of his skin against her own naked flesh.

As he came free of his clothing, Chin went to work on the areas where he knew she liked to be touched. He nuzzled her chubby neck, layering it with kisses and gentle nibbles as his hands sought out her new breasts. In all of their previous encounters, she would slap his hands away when he would try to fondle her nigh-nonexistent breasts. Now she arched her back and presented her enormous udders to him, and he grasped one in each hand. Her burgeoning belly gave him leverage, and he squeezed the two gigantic yet firm bags of flesh together as he worked his way about her neck, slowly kissing his way down to the great 'Y' of cleavage that was forming and disappearing with each rotation of his hands. She continued to moan with pleasure, all reason lost in the heat of passion. As his fingers found her nipples, he was amazed at their size and rigidity. Each had grown to the size of the last joint of his pinkie, and their rubbery texture pointed outwards with a desperation that aroused him that much more. He shifted his weight to bring his knees between her chubby yet firm thighs, and she spread her legs wide to accommodate him. With his new perspective, he could better see the changes that had been wrought upon her, and he was momentarily taken aback.

        Whereas the initial weight had settled in her hips, the rest of her body had filled out quite nicely. Crystalynne still had a reasonably slender midsection, but only in comparison to the enormous girth of her hips and ass as well as the massive endowments that now rode high and proud upon her chest. Each breast was now easily as big as Chin's own rotund belly, and fell to either side as she lay upon her back, spilling over her ribs and covering the table beneath her arms. Her face had puffed up a bit, taking the hard edge off of it and giving her cheeks a healthy glow. Crystalynne's arms had grown somewhat as well, gaining a healthy layer of softness that Chin liked. Overall, she had become his dream girl, a vision of voluptuous beauty that he had never imagined he would see. He smiled dazedly and brought her breasts together, then began gently licking each nipple in alternating strokes with his fluttering tongue.

        For Crystalynne, the experience was heavenly. Somewhere inside her mind, a part of her was screaming that this was not what she had wanted, nor was this what she should be doing with her impudent Kar-Tarian boyfriend. But the part of her that had those thoughts was not currently in control of her actions, and the part that was in control liked what was happening just fine. If the spell had indeed gone awry, then she could deal with that problem later. For now, the look in Chin's eyes as he took in her new form and the relish with which he was pleasuring her was all that mattered to her. She was his fantasy, and she was going to see this fantasy through to the end.

As Chin continued to work his hands about her breasts, rubbing them in alternating wider then smaller circles, he paused in his attention to her nipples to begin kissing and nibbling the rest of her considerable breasts. He took hold of her left breast with both hands, and began kneading her flesh like a master chef would knead delicate pastry dough. His mouth struggled to take as much of her in as possible, slipping and sliding across the vast expanse with an occasional nibble while he hummed gently to himself. His hips began a rhythmic bucking against the mound of her pubis, and Crystalynne could feel his throbbing manhood poised at the threshold of her womanhood. With some effort, she tore off the delicate panties that were still holding out by some miracle across her broad hips, then took her ankles in her hands and raised them up and back towards her head. She had always been rather flexible, though she had never tried to use her body in such a brazen manner. As the delicious thrill of what she contemplated set in, she found herself cooing words that she would never have imagined coming from the mouth of a lady. �Take me, Chin,� she panted. �Take me as a lover� show me your staff of the magi� spank me with your rod of rulership� use your magic wand to fill me with your love!�

Chin needed no further urging, as he fairly exploded within her. Her love tunnel was slick with juices, and he had no difficulty sliding his entire length inside of her on the first stroke. As he withdrew slightly to prepare for the second thrust, Crystalynne felt herself building towards a climax. The muscles of her box contracted, and Chin found himself locked in an embrace that he was certain that he could not escape. Her full and taut legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him in deeper, as he buried his face between her massive breasts. His arms reached up to hold each breast and pull them towards his head, and he continued pounding at her with all of the force that he could muster. She was caught up in his rhythm, and her legs pulled him in closer to her with each thrust. She felt her climax nearing its crescendo, and she wrapped her arms about her gigantic breasts to smother Chin in her bosom. �Yes!� she cried. �I can stand no more, my lord! Come for me! Come for me now! I have climbed the celestial staircase and seen the home of the Gods! Thy touch brings me to ecstasy, and I can bear no more! Finish the deed, my lord, and be done with me!�

As she spoke the words, she felt a tremor run through Chin's body, and they reached simultaneous orgasm. She crushed him to her as her vision became blurred and she saw stars swim in her vision. For his part, he grunted once and then his entire form went limp in her embrace. He twitched once, twice, and then he lay still. She held him to her mighty bosom for what seemed like an eternity, her arms and legs unwilling to release him from her lover's embrace, but then rationality slowly began to filter back to her mind.

        What in the nine hells has happened to me, she wondered. She rolled Chin off of her, and he plopped onto the table next to her. She rose unsteadily from the table, and looked down at her new body in disgust, turning and tugging at her mass to see the changes that had been wrought. This was not the fantasy form that she had imagined, and as she tried to collect her clothes, realization came to her in a flash of insight. She had become Chin's fantasy woman, and apparently Chin was fond of very plump women. She looked over at him as he dozed peacefully on the dining table with a slight smile still glued to his face, and felt repulsed. How could I have chosen him as my man, she wondered. Not only that, but she had just given up her virginity to him. Now she would never catch a good husband! She could only assume that the spell was what had made her so desperately horny, so she felt somewhat absolved of guilt. Her mind whirled at all of the new problems that she had just created for herself, but eventually settled upon a course of action. She had to get back to the lab and try to undo the changes that had occurred in her body.

Chapter 8: To the Viktor the Spoils

She tried to struggle back into her ruined dress, but the parts that were still intact were now far too small to accommodate her luscious frame, so she snatched a tablecloth off of another table and wrapped it about her jiggling mass. It was made for a large table, but it could barely wrap about her swollen body now. Then she took another one and covered her head with it as a hood; after all, she certainly didn't want to be recognized on the off chance that she should encounter anyone else in the halls of the school. Sufficiently covered, she peeked her head out of the dining room door to insure that the coast was clear. Satisfied that no one else was about, she began scurrying towards the stairway to the second floor classrooms. Chin continued to doze peacefully, sleeping well and dreaming of large women.

        Tymus might have been with her earlier when she had slipped downstairs to seek out Chin, but her sister Basheba, goddess of ill fortune was taking her turn with Crystalynne now. As she began to haul her mass up the stairs, a booming voice called out from further up the stairway, �Halt! Who goes there! Stand and be recognized!� Crystalynne peered out from under her makeshift cowl and saw her classmate Viktor Carnifax. �It's just me, Crystalynne� she called out, hoping that would satisfy the battlemage. But Basheba wasn't through with her yet.

        Viktor slid down the banister to within a few steps of her and drew his sword. �I think not, milady. Crystalynne is a comrade of mine, and she has not the girth which you seek to hide 'neath that� is that a tablecloth?� he wondered aloud. His proximity was beginning to affect her, as she began to feel a familiar tingle beginning in her belly. Desperately, she tried to reason with the stubborn invoker. �It's really me, Viktor. I just had a spell go a bit awry on me, and I'm trying to get back to the lab to amend my mistake. Please let me pass.� The tingle in her belly was spreading now, and she could feel her mass beginning to redistribute itself again.

        �If in truth you be Crystalynne, then show me thy face, good woman, that I may know you properly� he commanded. Anger began to rise within her, and she felt the enchantment take hold once more as her head rose and she revealed her face to him. As she did so, she felt herself growing larger with each passing breath. Viktor was a large and burly man, easily a few spans over two paces tall, and was standing two steps higher than she was upon the stairs. But as she revealed her face to him, she began straightening her posture and continued to rise until she was looking him eye to eye. �You know me now, do you not, Viktor? I am Crystal, hard as stone and sharp as steel! I have grown weary of my dalliance with passive femininity, and have grown strong. See my power and know me now!� With that, she tore away the tablecloth which had been covering her naked form, and revealed herself to him in her full glory.

        Viktor was flabbergasted. He had been classmates with Crystalynne for nearly a year now, and had known her to be delicate flower of a woman with a taste for the finer things in life. Not the sort of woman to catch his eye, but then he was focused upon his studies. To master the blade and the spell at the same time would be a challenge for any man, and he could not afford distraction. When he had seen the pillowy mass struggling up the stairs, he had assumed that perhaps it had been Master Crowley or possibly �Boom� Borker, the school's resident alchemist. When Crystalynne's voice had issued forth with sultry tones, he had immediately become suspicious. Her form was slight, and her tone usually annoyed.

But now that she had revealed herself to him, he could see that it was indeed Crystalynne, albeit in a form that he had never seen before. It was her face that he could see in the dim torchlight, but it was a hard and lean version of the fragile Dormyrian girl whom he had known. Then she had spoken her bold words and cast aside her covering, and stood proud and tall before him. Her body was completely unlike the form of his classmate. She stood quite tall now, nearly half a pace taller than he himself. Her shoulders were broad and muscular, and her arms bulged with mighty muscles and rippling sinews. Her breasts, once unnoticeable bits of fluff (which he had occasionally ridiculed when drunk), were now perfectly rounded masses of muscle the size of his head that stood out defiantly upon her chest. Her enormously full trapezoids tapered sharply to her abdominal muscles, which were a series of rippling waves of muscle that seemed to contain no fat whatsoever.

As his gaze traveled downwards, he saw that her thighs were enormous rock-hard masses that tapered at her knees, only to explode once again into gigantic calf muscles. Her body was completely hairless and shone in the torchlight, save for the slicked-back hair on her head, her slim and expressive eyebrows and a small patch of trimmed hair at her crotch. She posed with one foot upon the stair below him and flexed her gigantic biceps in a curl to either side, smiled at him and asked �Like what you see, Viktor?� He swallowed hard, and felt blood rushing to his groin as his rapidly growing member pointed towards her in a silent answer. She eyed his growing interest with bold lust, and smirked at him. �I thought as much. Come, Viktor! It is time that we came to� know one another.� With that she scooped him up in her mighty arms as if he weighed less than a child, and sprinted up the stairs, taking them three at a time.

She tore open the door to the enchantment classroom and hurled him bodily inside. He landed with practiced ease amongst the cushions, and the shock of landing began to return him to his senses. He rolled to one knee and held his sword at the ready. �What manner of deviltry is this?� he demanded. �I know not who ye be, woman, but Crystalynne was ne'er so bold, nor so�� he swallowed hard as his gaze passed over her magnificent form once more, ��aggressive. Art thou a demon what hast taken her form for sport? If so, then thou hast met thy match this day in Viktor Carnifax!� He then stood and assumed a battle-ready posture.

Crystal laughed heartily, then slammed the door behind her with one foot and stood with her fists upon her hips. �I am no demon, battlemage. I am indeed Crystal, thy classmate, and comrade-in-arms. I have worked a mighty enchantment this night, and thou shalt be the next to taste the fruits of mine labors. But I see that thou first wish to test mine mettle. Then drop thy sword and come at me with the weapons that the Gods gave thee if you dare. I shalt best thee first then we shall consummate our union. That is,� she leaned in and winked at him, �lest thee fear losing to a woman?�

Viktor was still uncertain as to whether this was indeed Crystalynne in an altered form, or if she had been possessed by an outer planar entity. Her stance, her body and even her speech were nothing like Crystalynne's, yet it was possible that these were the results of an enchantment that she had concocted. He was unfamiliar with the school of enchantment, since it was an opposing school to his own. Whatever the case, he could not let such a challenge to his honor go unanswered. He slowly lowered his sword and placed it at his feet, then assumed a wrestling stance. �Be thee woman or demon, I care naught!� he bellowed. �Have at thee, wench!� He then launched himself at her midsection, intending to take her to the well-padded floor with his assault.

Crystal was more than ready for him, however, and she easily sidestepped his attack. �Slow and clumsy, Viktor,� she taunted. �You'll have to do better than that!� He growled unintelligibly and swept his foot out to take her legs out from beneath her. With a grace that belied her size, she nimbly hopped over his sweep and continued assaulting him verbally. �Is this the great battlemage who slew the medusae? The star apprentice of the great Mannheim? You'll have to do better than that, man!�

�Mock me no more, woman!� he roared, and stepped deliberately towards her. She met him halfway, and they locked arms in a traditional grapple. He was skilled, but she was larger and stronger, and after a few seconds of grunting and shifting she bore him down to the floor. He thrashed beneath her trying to escape, but she would have none of it. He wriggled to the left, then to the right, but none of his tactics proved to be successful. Finally, he saw an opportunity dangling in his face, and the words of his mentor echoed within his mind. Take whatever edge you have to in order to gain the upper hand, for there is no honor in being a loser. He swallowed hard, then craned his neck upwards and took her nipple between his teeth. He looked up to see her grinning at him, as if daring him to bite her. All's fair in love and war, he thought, and bit down hard.

She let out a whoop of pain and excitement, and then rolled him over on top of her. �So you like to bite, eh? All right. Two can play at that!� She grabbed his left hand and bit deeply into it, drawing blood. He howled in pain and surprise, and she took advantage of his shock to roll him over onto his back again. With a few deft twists, she rolled him beneath her again, then grabbed his legs above his knees with one of her powerful arms and hooked the other beneath his neck. She then began applying pressure, curling her arms together to twist him like a pretzel. His spine began to pop and crack, and his vision began to swim. �Now yield to me, Viktor! Yield to your better!� she crowed, and he grasped the forearm cutting off his windpipe. He pulled at it with all of his strength, but it may as well have been made of stone. She laughed mockingly once again and pulled his knees and neck tighter together. �This has been entertaining, Viktor, but now it must end. Yield to me that we may end this farce, and you may get to the business of pleasuring me properly!� Stars began to pop and twinkle in his vision as his world began to darken, and Viktor knew that he was beaten. With the last breath left to him he managed to croak out ��I� yield��

She let him go immediately, and he lay on his back, gasping for air. He had never been bested in wrestling before, and the implications of having been defeated by Crystal did not have time to settle in on him before she was astride him again. This time, however, she had a hold of a different nature in mind. As he lay upon his back, she knelt above his head and lowered her pussy onto his gasping mouth. �Taste the bitter tang of defeat in my juices, Viktor.� She settled herself onto his face, and covered his nose and mouth with her womanhood. He began to panic as her steel-hard thighs scissored his head and grasped it firmly. He flailed about with his arms, but they were pinned beneath her shins as she knelt upon him, using his face as a cushion. With no choice but to obey, he frantically began probing her with his tongue. After a few seconds, she levered herself slightly off of him and he gasped a long sucking breath. As soon as he had inhaled, she settled right back down upon him and slapped him on the top of his head. �As you pleasure me, you may have air. If you fail to pleasure me�� she let the sentence drift off. He could barely hear her with her thighs crushing his skull, but he got the idea readily enough. He set to the task of pleasuring her with all of the skill that he could muster.

As he probed her vagina with his tongue, he quickly realized that it was her massive clitoris that was the most sensitive area that he could contact in his current position. So after a few minutes of vainly trying to stimulate her with just his tongue, he managed to insert his large nose into her pussy while rubbing the base if it against her clit. His tongue could easily reach her enlarged clitoris in this fashion, and his nose served as an additional stimulant. She began bobbing up and down on his nose, and he reached his rams around her knees to gain some slight leverage. They rocked steadily in this manner for some time, and he had time to reflect upon his situation. He no longer cared if this were Crystalynne or not, nor did he care that she had defeated him so effortlessly. He had never known a woman like this, so primal and powerful, domineering and rapacious. He had been attracted to many females of considerable variety over the years, but in this Amazonian taskmistress he had found what he truly desired- a woman who took what she wanted, with the strength to take any man as her lover. He was completely in her power, and he loved it.

Eventually she tired of riding his face, as she had been watching his cock stretch towards her vainly for some time. She shifted her weight slightly forward, and then stood up and over him in one smooth action. �Take off thy robe� she demanded, and he scrambled to obey. Crystal liked the feeling of power over such a man, and enjoyed watching him scurry to do her bidding. When he tried to rise to shrug out of his garments, she placed one of her feet upon his shoulders and pushed him down with little effort. � I did not tell thee to rise. Thou may do my bidding there, from thy proper place upon the floor.� He glanced up at her eyes from his perspective on the floor, then meekly replied �Yes, Mistress.� She removed her foot so that he could comply, then strode about him as he struggled out of his robe. When he was completely naked, she eyed him appraisingly, as a prospective buyer might eye a prize stallion, and smiled. �Now let us see if thou art a better swordsman than thou art a wrestler!� She then straddled his midsection and lowered herself onto his quivering shaft.

She set the tempo, and was soon riding him as if he were a bronco that she had just broken. For his part, Viktor simply lay back and rolled with her bodily thrusts, occasionally grunting with the effort but remaining otherwise silent. The only sounds to be heard in the room were her even breathing and his wheezing and grunting. He tried to place his hands upon her great breast orbs, but she slapped them away. �If thou wish to feel of mine breast, o man, then thou may use thy mouth, for it should be good for something beyond bragging.� He then began levering himself up with his elbows and straining to catch her distended nipple in his mouth as she thrust back and forth upon his body. His efforts were in vain for the most part, but the stress on his abdominal muscles caused him to begin to squint as he felt his orgasm arriving.

Seeing the change in his expression, Crystal reached down and grabbed his nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and twisted savagely. He gasped in pain and looked up at her incredulously. �Thou had best not come afore I give thee permission, slave. Else I shall be most put out.� Never once did she break her rhythm, and with considerable effort he managed to hold his orgasm back. She changed positions, riding him facing his feet for a while, standing up while holding him against the wall, then forcing him to hold himself up with his hands and feet while she rode on top of him. Finally, she wearied of the intercourse and told him �You have satisfied me sufficiently for now. You may come.� No sooner were the words out of her mouth that he began to erupt like a volcano inside of her. He came for what seemed like an eternity, though it was closer to one sweep of the clock.

When he had shot his load, he collapsed onto the floor, panting and sweating profusely. She had worn the big man out completely, and the feeling that it gave her was one of indescribable pleasure. She decided to finish the scenario with one last humiliation. �You are not yet done, Viktor. Your jism still drips from my pussy, and afore I leave it should be clean. Do you not agree?� He looked at her through half-lidded eyes, and slowly pulled himself to his knees to move towards her standing form. He had to place his hands upon her incredibly bulging thighs for support as began licking her pussy clean, but she allowed it, since she knew that he was at the point of complete exhaustion. When she was satisfied that he had sufficiently cleansed her pussy with his tongue, she proclaimed to him that he could stop. He swayed back slightly from her, then replied, �Thank you, my Mistress�� and collapsed onto the cushions beneath him.

Chapter 9: Mars Needs Women

Hours had passed since she had cast the initial enchantment, which had begun her series of bizarre transformations. But in her new form Crystal wasn't the least bit tired. She was actually quite restless, and she decided that she would go out and see if any of her other classmates were to be found on campus. After all, her initial transformation had been mortifying, but her current form was magnificent. She was not the feminine ideal that she had set out to become initially, but she found this new form far superior to what she had desired. She no longer even thought of herself as Crystalynne, the Dormyrian noblewoman. Now she was Crystal, a powerful woman in charge of her own destiny, and she enjoyed the rush of confidence that the realization gave her. And Crystal wanted to find another man to pleasure her magnificently sculpted form. She left Viktor lying exhausted in a puddle of his own sweat on the floor, and stepped back into the hallway to seek a new man-toy.

She boldly strode down the stairs completely naked- after all, her body was a work of art, a magnificent piece of the art of the Gods. The least that she could do was to allow passersby to view her magnificence, she thought. As she reached the last step, she found the tablecloths that she had discarded earlier. Since they were still where they had been discarded hours earlier, she could only assume that no one had passed this way for some time. Disappointed, she decided that she would venture into town to see if she could find a man worthy of serving her lustful needs. She reached the large bronze double doors that served as the entrance to the main tower, and pulled them open effortlessly, her enormous arms and broad shoulders flexing dramatically. In the past, it would have been impossible for her, but now it was no strain at all to perform such a feat. She grinned widely and strode out into the darkened courtyard of the school.

She surveyed the grounds with a practiced eye. The lights were still on in the Master-At-Arms cottage, and she contemplated overpowering Sebastian, the school's martial instructor. He was in his late forties, but still in prime physical condition. He would certainly put up a better fight than Viktor had, and would not be quite so easy to overwhelm. As she toyed with the idea, she spotted a cloud drifting towards the school from town, moving against the wind and flying erratically. She realized that it had to be Mars the airmage returning from his night of partying in the lower class bars of Silverluna. She knew that Mars was a chauvinistic pig of a male, and suddenly she could think of no one more deserving of her newfound power. She stepped out from the main tower of the school, stood with her fists on her hips and flexed her mighty muscles so that he could not help but see her as he approached. Here comes the surprise of your misbegotten life, smartass. She smiled and waited patiently for his approach.

Mars had spent an unsuccessful night cruising for tavern wenches in Silverluna, and had gotten himself quite inebriated in the process. In a city with no less than seven different colleges of magic and a citizenry who were accustomed to dealing with magic as a normal part of their everyday lives, it was difficult to impress even tavern floozies with his spells and cantrips. But he refused to give up- after all, in a city so rife with magic, women came in an amazing variety, and he was determined to find one to share his bed. But his search had been in vain this eve, so he had decided to call it a night and fly home. That was when he noticed a naked woman standing a few dozen paces out from the main tower of Rathbone's School. �Maybe my luck is� hic!� about to change for the better�� he slurred, as he aimed his cloud towards the inviting feminine form he could barely make out in the moonlight. It almost looked as if her form were shifting as he approached, but he attributed that to his drunkenness and the poor lighting.

Below, Crystal watched as he began veering his cloud towards her, and she felt the familiar tingle manifest in her belly and begin spreading outwards through her form. �No!� she cried. �I don't want to change again- I like this form, dammit!� But the enchantment continued transforming her, heedless of her protestations. She struggled to resist it, but the magic that she had invoked was powerful, and would not be denied.

First she began to shrink, losing height at an alarming rate. Her taut muscles began to deflate, and flow towards her torso to begin settling in her hips and ass. Once there, they formed a pair of spheres that settled in as a heart-shaped ass and smooth yet unbelievably rounded hips flaring out from a waist that a man could nearly reach around with both hands. The gigantic thigh muscles that she had been so proud of a moment ago became smooth tapers from her widening hips and bulging ass, and shaped themselves as comical exaggerations of voluptuousness. The mass of her mighty arms and shoulders flowed into her chest, where they began filling into her breasts.

A moment ago, she had been possessed of a pair of perfect and large gravity-defying breasts that stood out proudly from her chest. Now they were ballooning outwards at an alarming rate, each of them growing larger than her torso itself! They still stood out from her chest in defiance of all of the laws of gravity, but they were large enough that all she could see for two feet in front of her was the rise and slope of her own bust. She could feel her hair lengthening and filling out, becoming cascading waves of luscious mane that grew down past her knees. She could see from the artfully arranged single lock that now fell in front of her face that it had become a golden blonde as well. Her lips became full and pouty, taking a shape that was at once seductive and ridiculous. Her eyes enlarged and became sky blue, while her skin gained tan lines for which she had never spent time in the sun. Her hands became small and delicate, as did her feet. As she blinked her long and velvety lashes in quick succession, she realized that it was becoming harder to concentrate.

Mars pulled his cloud up to her and his eyes grew wide as he took in her ridiculously exaggerated form. �Well hello there, lil' missy. Hic! Whas your name?� he asked as his cloud gently swayed in the wind. She thought hard for a moment, and remembered most of her own name. �Uh, my name's Cryssie. Tee hee!� Somewhere deep inside her brain, she screamed in horror as she realized what was happening. The spell was still quite active, and now it had turned her into Mars' fantasy woman. Unfortunately for her, Mars' perfect woman was an absolute bimbo with comically over-exaggerated sexual characteristics, so that was just what she had become. This realization did her no good since it was only a deep recess of her subconscious that could process this information, while her conscious mind would have trouble adding two and two together at the moment. She looked up at him and blinked rapidly for a few seconds while all of this information passed through her mind, and then she opened her mouth and began to say all of the right things.

�Wow, you ride a cloud? That is so wizard. Mmmmmm, and it's so soft.� She ran her hand along the fluffy edge of the cloud, and then brought her finger to her lips in a suggestive pose. �Do you think maybe I could� she licked her pouty lips with her serpentine tongue, �ride it? I could really enjoy a good, long ride right now. Tee hee!� She bounced slightly at the last statement to send a jiggle throughout her balloon bust, and Mars found himself captivated by the sight of all of that flesh moving at once. �Hell yeah!� he replied without a moment's hesitation. He reached out a hand and lowered the cloud to within one foot of the ground. She took his hand and stepped unsteadily onto the cloud with him. She stumbled and fell against him, knocking both of them over onto the fluffy expanse of the cloud. �Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so clumsy� she said breathlessly as her eyes met his. �That's all right. I don't mind� he replied, and their lips sought each other's out.

Mars' cloud drifted gently up into the night sky as the two lovers began kissing with a passion greater than either had ever known. Mars could not believe his luck. What a fantastic babe to find right on the doorstep of the school! She was absolutely perfect, just the sort of girl that he had been looking for all of his life. And from the way that her hands were caressing his body, it seemed to him that she must be pretty into him as well. He took the enormous globe of left her breast in both of his hands, and marveled at it. It was the biggest breast that he had ever seen; yet it weighed almost next to nothing, as if it had been enchanted to levitate its weight away. Time for magical analysis later, he thought. He rolled the great boob about until her found the nipple, parked upon an areola the size of a soup bowl. The nipple itself was long and rubbery, as thick and as long as his thumb. He took it into his mouth and rolled it about as she moaned, then he mashed his face into her teat with the nipple firmly held between his lips. She squealed in delight, and his face sunk into the yielding flesh. He spent a moment with his face squished into her left breast, then switched off to her right breast for more of the same treatment. After a few moments, he removed himself from them and tried to take both of them in his arms. It was a difficult task, but he could encompass both of them within the span of his arms. He eyed them in disbelief for a moment until her hands came up over the great rise of her bust and pushed them down so that she could see him.

�Don't you like my titties?� she asked him, a tremulous look upon her face. �No, no, it's just that they're so� perfect� he replied, and the vapid smile once again returned to her face. �Good! And I'm so glad that you like them, I'm gonna give you a special treat to thank you.� With that, she surged her weight forward, knocking him over onto his back. She then slid herself back along his body, dragging her gigantic bosom across his body until she came to his groin. He was fully aroused and erect, and his loose flowing robe had already parted to allow his manhood to escape. She wrapped her breasts around his large cock, held them together with her arms, and began to massage it with the vast expanse of her cleavage. Mars simply lay back and smiled. Then she squashed her breasts down as far as she could and took the head of his dick in her mouth while her boobs tried to push her back up off of him. She sucked hard, and began pushing herself down on his prick and allowing her monstrous breasts to push her back up. As they slid down his legs somewhat, she managed to get a rhythm going which allowed her to completely deep throat his shaft, then her jugs would push her back up to the head of his cock. Mars placed his hands upon her golden tousled head, crossed his eyes, smiled dazedly and lost himself in the sensation as his cloud drifted high over the city. Life, in his estimation, didn't get any better than this.

Drunk as he was, he was going to be a long time coming, and he knew it. So he let her continue for nearly a full hour before he finally took her by the hair and pulled her from his cock with an audible popping sound. �That was great, baby, but I really just wanna fuck you now.� She smiled wide and cried out �Goodie! How do you want me?� Once again, he marveled at just how perfect this girl was. He wondered briefly if this were some sort of monster who sucked the life from men, but discarded the thought quickly. If she were going to take his essence, she would already have done so. He pushed her over onto her back as he rose to his knees. She spread her legs wide for him, and he eyed her honey hole. There was no hair covering her pussy, which was just the way that he liked his women. Her juices were already sparkling in the moonlight, coating her snatch and her inner thighs. He considered going down for a snack, but realized that this chick didn't seem like she was going to complain about tit-for-tat, and brought his cock to the entrance of her slick channel. �Here, let me help� she said, and with a few seconds of effort she folded her legs around her enormous breasts and locked her ankles behind her head. Her delicate hands pulled her pussy lips apart, and angled it towards him. �Is that better?� she asked, her voice somewhat muffled by her breasts, which now hid her face.

�Yeah, baby, that's just perfect� he replied, then plunged himself into her. He began with slow, short strokes, as her cunt was one of the tightest he had ever encountered. But eventually he had achieved full penetration, and he grasped her breasts for leverage as he pumped himself into her like a piston in a well-oiled machine. Her cries and cooing only served to spur him on, and he hammered at her for quite a while. He would occasionally pause to focus some attention on one of her erect nipples, slathering it with his tongue and biting it gently, which seemed to drive her wild. He counted four of her orgasms in half an hour, and he was contemplating shooting his load when she begged him to stop for a moment. Reluctantly he complied, and she nimbly unfolded herself. She looked at him shyly and asked him �Would� would you mind doing me a big favor?� she asked him, managing to look sleazy yet demure at the same time. �What's that, babe?� he asked, uncertain of where this was going. �Would you� could you� I want you to fuck me up the ass. Please?�

He was momentarily stunned. He had always wanted to try anal sex, but no woman who had ever seen his cock would allow him to try it. Now, here was this amazing hottie begging him to do just that! �Well, I suppose I could give it a try, seeing as how you asked me so nicely and all��

She squealed with delight and rolled over onto her hands and knees, arching her back as best she could to expose her rear to him. He slid his hands along the fantastically rounded dimensions of her ass, feeling growing excitement at the prospect of taking her anally. He was marveling at the size and shape of her magnificent ass when her hands suddenly appeared around the edges of her butt, pulling it apart to give him better access. He peeked around her ass to see that she was supporting her body weight on her breasts in order to free up her hands, and he smiled once again. Not many women could do this trick either, he thought. I might just have to marry this slut. Then he moved his cock up to her asshole, and began applying pressure.

At first, he encountered too much resistance to penetrate. But then her hands flexed and she released her sphincter, and he slid completely into her ass. He was momentarily overcome by the sensation as he felt the intense heat of her insides and the incredibly tight fit. He grasped her about the waist, and found that he could indeed make his fingers meet if her was determined to encircle her waist with his hands. With his grip firmly in place upon her, he pulled her hips to him and began pounding her ass for all that he was worth.

For her part, Cryssie had been lost in sensation for the entire time until now. The pain of a man filling her ass had brought her back to reality for a few seconds, and she felt deeply ashamed of her crude and wanton behavior. But then he increased the tempo of his thrusts, and she felt her own fingers slipping into her cunt to stimulate herself further, and felt an undeniable orgasm building. Whatever further cognizant thought she might have was lost in the crashing crescendo of her body convulsing with an earth-shaking and ear-splitting climax. As she nearly blacked out, he suddenly pulled himself loose from her and rolled her over roughly. Dazed and disoriented, she didn't realize what was happening until the first spray of jism hit her in the face, followed by the second and the third, which fell upon her heaving bosom, followed by the fourth and fifth which followed suit. She wiped the sticky fluid from her face and sucked it off of her fingers, then eyed him appreciatively. �Oh, lover, you're the best� she cooed, and massaged his sperm into her pliant breast flesh.

Mars was now exhausted. Marathon sex after a night of drinking had worn him out, and he was ready to get some sleep. He had kept his cloud drifting in a high orbit over the school for the past few hours, and now he lowered it back down to the school courtyard as the first light of dawn began to color the horizon in the east. �Yeah, you were pretty good yourself. So, is there someplace that I could drop you off?� he asked, eager to ditch his night's conquest and head off to bed. �Sure. Just drop me off at the girl's dormitories and I'll make my way from there� she purred as she snuggled next to him. Mars wondered if that meant that this girl was a new student at Rathbone's. If so, he could see many busy nights ahead of him. Now that was a thought to put him to sleep this morning, he mused.

As he entered the school through the great bronze double doors, he piloted his cloud around the interior of the main tower to the oaken door of the girl's dormitory. �So, I guess I'll see you later� ah, what was your name again?� She playfully punched him and frowned with a hurt look. �My name's Cryssie, silly! As if you could forget!� She then kissed him deeply one more time and hopped off of his cloud, her unbelievable boobs bouncing for a few seconds afterward. �So I'll see you later?� she asked, her eyes wide and hopeful. �Ah, sure, babe. I'll Send you� he replied, referring to a communications spell that high-level mages often used. �Okay. Sweet dreams!� she called out to him as he entered the boy's dormitory and closed the wooden door behind him.

Chapter 10: Branded!

Once he was out of sight, rationality gradually began filtering back to her. It was still hard to think, as if her mind were in a fog, but the events of the past few hours settled back into her memory and she realized what she had done. In the past night, she had slept with three of her classmates, and her body was still not what she had set out to make it. She eyed herself critically, and shook her head. Mars certainly was a pig, she thought. If this were his idea of the ideal woman, then she would have to be certain to stay far away from him from now on. She looked completely ridiculous now, and no self-respecting man would look at her twice, save as an oddity or freak. She paced back and forth in front of the girl's dormitory doorway with her hands behind her back, trying to decide what to do next when inspiration struck her.

Brand was Mars' best friend, and a noble fighter whose family had been destroyed by civil war in his homeland. He was rakishly handsome, with a taste for the finer things in life. She had often entertained fantasies of seducing him, but he had never seemed interested in her before. Now all that would change, she thought as she hefted her colossal bosom in her hands. If she could become his fantasy girl, then all she had to do was find a way to make the spell permanent after that and she would be just what she had set out to become. Excited by the prospect of sleeping with Brand and looking forward to a conclusion to her body's transformations, she slipped over to the boy's dormitory door and pulled it open.

She could hear a light rumble of thunder and rainfall coming from the bathroom, and knew that Mars must be taking a shower before bedding down for the day. Her nipples stiffened and her pussy began to throb as she imagined his naked, soapy body, but she fought the compulsion to seek him out. She was here on a mission and had to remain focused, she told herself. She made her way to Brand's room and found the door to be locked. No problem, she thought. The Knock spell was one of the first spells that she had learned, and she brought it to the forefront of her mind and tried to cast it. But her inflated breasts got in the way of he gestures, and the spell failed. So she tried again, only to find that she wasn't concentrating enough because the sensation of her hands sliding along the shelf of her breasts was distracting her. She knotted her brow in frustration, focused with all of the mental energy that she could summon and tried one more time. Success was hers, as the door swung open easily.

Inside Brand's room was spartan, with only a cot, a chest and a weapons rack supporting his armor and gear. He was appeared to be sleeping peacefully beneath a woolen blanket as she tiptoed up to his cot. Just as she reached out to gently wake him, his hand whipped out from beneath the covers with a knife at the ready, and he leapt from his bed in a combat-ready crouch. �Who are you?� he demanded. She held her hands out beside her titanic bosom with her palms towards him. �I mean you no harm� I just wanted to� uh� talk to you.� He eyed her dubiously, then relaxed somewhat and lowered the knife. �All right, talk. Why have you wakened me? Who are you, and what are you doing here?�

Cryssie was confused. She had been anticipating the now-familiar tingle to begin in her belly when their eyes met, but so far nothing was happening. She was not changing at all, and she was becoming worried. �Ah, I just� well, that is, I've seen you for some time now, and I� ah�� she stammered. Brand eyed her critically, his gaze roaming across her insanely voluptuous form. When their eyes met again, his eyes narrowed and his gaze held nothing but contempt. �You have no business here, slut. Now get out of here before I throw you out. You'll find no trade for you here.� Then he took her by the arm and began pulling her towards the door.

Cryssie couldn't believe it. He thought that she was a whore! She tried to form an explanation, but the fog in her mind was still interfering with her thoughts. By the time she had thought of something to say, he had pushed her out the door and slammed it. It hit her on her generous ass, and sent her sprawling to the floor. She began to cry in frustration, as this was not at all what she had planned. Why hadn't the spell worked again? Was Brand somehow immune to the effects, she wondered? She picked herself up off of the floor and made her way unsteadily out of the boy's dormitory. The sound of rainwater had stopped, and the thought briefly flashed through her mind that she could still find Mars and continue their night's exercise. But she was more upset than horny, so she exited into the main hall.

Once back in the main hall of the tower, she decided that she would have to review her notes on the spell to see if she could figure out what had happened. She made her way up the stairs and around the tower to the enchantment classroom, but forgot to look away as she approached the hypnotic portal. It held her captivated for some time, until it swung open and released her from its spell. As her vision cleared, she saw that standing in the doorway was none other than Pandora Amora. �Good morning, Crystalynne. Won't you come in?� she asked, her voice filled with sarcasm.

Chapter 11: Return of the Enchantress

�Miss Amora� ah, I can explain�� she began, but fell silent when she saw the scene before her. Gathered together inside the enchantment classroom lounging about in a semicircle on cushions were Jade, Chin, Viktor, Mars, Master Crowley and Professor Chesterfield. Jade was back to her normal size, and she had never seen such a look of hostility on the elven woman's face. Chin looked at her with amazement, while Viktor wore a look of disgust. Mars was stretched out with his hands behind his head looking extremely pleased with himself, while Master Crowley looked somehow sad. Professor Chesterfield wore a look of regret, as did Pandora. She gestured for Crystalynne to take a seat before the assembly, and she herself sat down before her.

�So I see that you decided to have a little bit of fun while I was gone Crystalynne. Or should I call you Crystal, or Cryssie?� she asked, nodding to Viktor and Mars. Crystalynne began to speak, but Pandora silenced her with a wave of her hand. �I know exactly what happened, and how, and why. Professor Chesterfield told me all about it when she looked me up in Caliport. Did you really think that I wouldn't notice?� she asked as she pulled her spellbook from behind her. The tattered page fluttered in the slight breeze, and Crystalynne looked down at the vast expanse of her cleavage in shame.

�So you didn't water my plants, the one simple task I assigned to you. Instead, you decided to try to bloat poor Jade with enough water to kill her. Lucky for you that oil was only a temporary enchantment, otherwise you might be held accountable for murder.� Crystalynne looked up guiltily at Jade, who eyed her with contempt before spitting out words at her. �I had hoped that you might have matured enough to understand that I was only trying to help you, Crystalynne. But you have proven to me otherwise. I see that the fates have exacted my vengeance for me, so I shall bear you no further ill will. However, should you ever speak to me again, I shall exact a revenge so horrible that you will indeed wish that you had killed me.� Crystalynne opened her mouth started to reply, then saw the expression of rage upon the elven woman's face and remained silent.

�Then you decided to use one of the spells that I had been working on which, I might add, you destroyed in the process and ruined months of research. Then you deceived Master Crowley to gain components from him.� Master Crowley spoke then, his grinding stone golem's voice echoing in her mind. �I thought that I was helping you do something nice for Pandora, and instead this is what you used it for? Shame on you, child. Has my own folly,� he raised his stone arms out to her in illustration, �taught you nothing of the dangers of irresponsible spellcasting?� It was the disappointment in the kindly instructor's voice that was hardest for her to bear, and tears began to flow down Crystalynne's face, spattering onto her breasts and trickling into her vast cleavage.

�I think that Professor Chesterfield has already rebuked you sufficiently, so we'll skip that part,� added Pandora. �I did try to warn you child,� chimed in the Professor. �I knew where this would lead, and warned you about tampering with forces beyond your ken. I saw your future, and now is where you will gain the knowledge of which I spoke. Use it wisely, for a change.�

Crystalynne turned back to Pandora, who continued her lecture. �So then you cast the spell. Did you really think that it would work the way that you intended?� She held up Crystalynne's spell book, the pages opened to her notes of the spell. �How many times must I tell you, read what the spell says, not what you wish it to say? Had you done so, you might have understood the spell's intent. You gave a fine night of lust to Chin.� she nodded to the Kar-Tarian lad, who smiled sheepishly and lowered his head. �And I think that you taught Viktor a bit about himself,� she added, as Viktor remained rigid and stone-faced as he had since the scene had begun. �But you knew Mars and his preferences. What could possibly have possessed you to seek him out?� she asked. Crystalynne kept her head down as the tears flowed and murmured �I don't know.�

�Well, now you will reap what you have sown, I suppose. You wanted bigger breasts, and now I daresay there isn't a human woman in Silverluna with a bosom more prodigious than yours. So, was it worth it, Crystalynne? To betray your instructor's trust in you, to violate your classmates and destroy your reputation just to have breasts the size of giant pumpkins?�

�No, I guess not.� was her whispered reply.

�Well, I think that the lesson has been learned. Is everyone satisfied?� asked Pandora. The assemblage all nodded, and Pandora rose before her. �Very well. Then you may remain here at Rathbone's School of Anything Goes Magical Arts as a student, and no further disciplinary action shall be taken. Except of course that you will be doing a few months of research for me to help replace that which you have destroyed. Do you have any questions, Crystalynne, or anything that you would like to say?�

Crystalynne looked up through her tears at each of the people assembled about her and said, �I'm sorry, I truly am. I've learned much this day, and I will never forget this lesson. I hope that you can all find it in your hearts to forgive me.� She sniffled loudly and wiped her nose with the back of her hand in a most unladylike manner. �So could you change me back now, or will the enchantment just run its course?� she asked Pandora, her eyes wide and full of hope.

�Change you back?� Pandora asked incredulously. �Darling, didn't you read the spell at all? It gave you three chances to become your lover's fantasy. I designed it so that lovers could change their bodies to match the desires of their mates. The first time is for experimentation, and the second time is for alterations. I never expected anyone to be so foolish as to cast it and seek out multiple partners. I'm afraid that your selfish short-sightedness will cost you quite dearly, because the third time's the charm, sweetie. You'd best learn to like that body, because it's the one that you'll be wearing from now on.�

�Look on the bright side, 'Cryssie'� chimed Mars. �You wanted bigger boobs, right?� He smirked at her smugly and it filled her with dread, as she realized that the look that he wore was going to be one that she would have to become accustomed to seeing on the faces of men everywhere when they saw her. She looked frantically about the room in horror, seeing the mixed reactions of satisfaction and regret on the faces assembled before her. Then she cradled her unbelievable bosom in her hands and began to weep, trapped in a prison of flesh of her own design.


The End?