By R. Daneel
� 2000 R. Daneel
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The glass container crashed to the stone floor making far more noise than she'd thought possible.
"Problems, Dianna?"
"Nnnoo, yes. Arrgh!"
"Arrgh is good, crash is not," came the voice, louder this time.
Damn, he's coming my way she thought. Quickly she shifted the pages of the spell book to the one she was supposed to be working on and began picking up the glass fragments, taking extra care not to touch the contents that oozed onto the floor.
The matchstick dimensioned Sorcerer entered. Frizzed red hair framed a long face punctuated by a too-long nose and the bluest eyes in the kingdom. Stooped shoulders, unusual for one so young but not for one so tall, held long dangling arms. Everything about him was long - long body, long fingers, long memory.
Glancing around the room, he asked, "What went wrong?"
"I was working on the spells and got clumsy."
"I see" he replied. His nose sniffed the air.
And how! she thought. And it wasn't just with his eyes at the material world. Do I tell the truth?
"I got anxious and bumped the container, Ree. I'll make another."
Ree carefully walked over to Dianna and placed a large hand lightly on her shoulder. "I've broken more containers, and other things, than I have bones in this body. It's all part of learning to become a sorceress."
Ree casually flipped through Sorcerers Aptitude Test - Intermediate and Advanced Exercises for the Sorcerer. "You're going too fast, little one. Once a spell or poultice is created it exists until it's neutralized. Knowing exactly what you create makes it far easier to control and delete. We're like everyone else, Dianna. Once words come out of our mouth, controlling them is very difficult. Use tongs and care to pick up the glass. And make sure to use the potion-neutralizer on the floor," he said as he headed for the door to his library and ingredient storage.
As he ducked through the doorway he added, "Oh, and Dianna, we're on chapter eighteen not twenty-eight."
Dianna blushed. Ree giggled. Though she loved him like a father, sometimes, sometimes he was too smart for his own good. As she began picking up the glass with the tongs, she thought about the spell. What had caused the container to move like that? What had she done to cause the wrong spell?
Ree sat in the reading chair and stretched his long legs out in front of him. Flix, his spell-cat, sauntered into the room and jumped into Ree's lap, digging her claws into Rees thighs before settling down. She looked at Ree and her vision and thoughts passed between them. Ree smiled and nodded. Flix purred and licked her lips. She would surpass her teacher, he realized. Already she was pushing herself hard to complete this volume of magic and take her test. It would be the test for her. Fail it and she'd get no further training. Failure kept the ranks thin but powerful but provided fuel for the Black Ones.
Ree scratched Flix's head absentmindedly. It was a story out of the fables. The child had been left at his door, asleep, dirty, and emaciated. He was about to take her to one of the agencies when he'd looked into those eyes. They told him to take this unexpected gift and nurture it. Even today, sixteen years later, those violet eyes wielded uneasy power over him. Flix moved and so did Ree's hand. He looked at the cat and saw black and white images filled his mind as the cat showed them growing together and the happiness she'd brought. His teaching had developed his sorcery skills as well.. She was developing into a stunning woman. Add in the sorcery skills and she'd be formidable as an ally or friend. Already her skills as a healer had brought fame and a modicum of wealth to the compound. And then there were the boys.
Ree was keenly aware of his adopted child's beauty. At sixteen, she was tall, curvaceous, and bright. Long auburn hair curved down her back, a thin neck and those violet eyes competed for attention. At her age, she should have been married and with child. The fact that she was the sorcerer's student tempered the looks she got. Even in these enlightened times, sorcery was looked on with mixed emotions. To incur the wrath of a sorcerer or -ess was not a wise decision. Her life had been easier than most, save the rich and royal. She did her share of household chores and Nancy was there to help and guide her. She was also stubborn and insecure. She knew she'd been thrown away by her paternal mother and had never known her father. Ree never discovered who either parent was. Dianna was far too young to have any images that helped.
The problem wasn't her inquisitiveness or her growing skill. It was Jeri and Harold. Jeri was Dianna's chief competition for the attention of Harold. It seemed to Ree that Harold, the mayor's son, seemed inordinately pleased to have two women fighting over him. Jeri wanted Harold. Dianna wants Harold. Jeri lives in town and has numerous opportunities to meet Harold. Dianna lived a brisk two hour walk from the capitol. Jeri had copious breasts and a thick body; something that Harold has noticed. Dianna was curvaceous and would probably be all her life. Jeri on the other hand was headed for thick. Ree had seen them together and saw enough to show him that Dianna was gaining Harold's attention while Jeri was working to stay in place. He also knew that patience was a foreign word for a sixteen year old.
The problem wasn't the vacation. (Actually it was a combination vacation/seminar - like the ones the doctors and lawyers do in modern times. You know, one hour of class and 18 holes of golf.) He'd missed the last several due to Dianna's young age and felt it was time to go. Sorcerers techniques evolve and Ree was behind the curve. Dianna was a responsible young woman and Ree felt he could leave her for a few days. He'd put the most dangerous of ingredients as well as the spell tomes under lock and key and master spell as a precaution. One did not simply leave and keep dangerous things lying about.
The problem was Harold's birthday, and as Ree saw it, ground zero for their confrontation. After all the smugness and attention, somewhere between cake and gifts, Harold would have to decide. How he did would be an indication of his capability to govern.
"I'll be gone for several days Dianna. Nancy has made enough food for that time and will continue her regular rounds. If anything happens, contact the mayor. He'll take care of things. I've left some money on the kitchen table - for a few things you may need."
"Thanks, Ree. I'll be OK. Don't worry. The house will still be here when you return," Dianna replied, hugging Ree fiercely.
They walked side by side to Ree's horse. Dianna watched as Ree rode out of sight, then returned to the house. For three whole days, she'd have the place to herself, not counting the few hours when Nancy would be there, but the rest of the time, she'd be in charge. And if Ree and Athena got together, as she secretly hoped, he might stay away longer.
Returning to her room, she retrieved several sheets of well-folded parchment, a wooden box and returned to the chamber. She'd found about the trip only a few days ago. Dianna got a glass of cool water and sat at the desk, reviewing her plans and studying the notes carefully. Time was short. She had three days to work the spell and restore things to normal - well, almost normal. She undid the locking spells and opened the box. A quick check and she was sure all the ingredients were there. Now there was a dangerous assumption, she thought. In no book or catalog she had access to was there a spell or poultice for boob enlargement, or any enlargement of a specific part of the body, she realized. There were dozens of ones for reducing things like swelling or bruises or neutralizers to some of the more violent spells. There were an equal number to promote healing, but she didn't think a pair of perfect C-cups needed any healing. She'd studied the ingredients and spells for reduced swelling and was sure she had the process down. All she had to do was use compounds to do the opposite.
Sitting at the table she laid out the compounds again and went over the mixing process. She'd decided to make a reduced strength potion as a starter. To compensate, she added an accelerator to the spell so the combination would result in getting bigger slightly faster. She reasoned that she could neutralize the spell faster than the potion. If, and that was a big if, the potion worked, she'd do a full strength that night and be ready for Harold's birthday eve party.
The process went well, this time. No explosions or broken glass and the poultice looked right. She studied the accompanying spell again then applied the paste to her bare breasts, performed the incantation, and got dressed. Dianna closed the door to the house, performed the locking spell, and headed off to town.
Harold nodded to his father. "Yes, Sir, I'll see it's delivered immediately." Why his father didn't have one of his lackeys do it was beyond him. If his birthday wasn't two days away he'd have given it to one of the office staff. Keeping father happy meant better presents for his birthday. So he shut up and headed out the door.
Jeri sat at the window overlooking the square. Below her, the "Ram and Cock" tavern filled her part of the square with sounds and smells. Her parents were down there, overseeing the operation, leaving Jeri on her own. Jeri sat there thinking about Harold's birthday. She'd been extorting her parents for months to purchase the perfect gift for him.
Once outside Harold headed for the appointment. He wanted it to be market day. That way he'd have a chance to see both Jeri and Dianna. As he walked he thought about what he found interesting about each. Foremost was the idea of two women, both desired by others, were fighting over him. Dianna was cuter but Jeri had boobs. Dianna was thinner but Jeri had hips and boobs. Both made his knickers tight. His father favored Dianna; having a sorcerer and sorceress in the family was a definite step up. His mother favored Jeri; her family owned some very choice pieces of property and had far more money than her competition. That would bring more money into the family, something his father desired almost as much as his mother.
Harold wandered through the streets, checking out the stores and wares, stopping in the town square to sit under one of the ancient trees that cooled and provided food to the capitol.
He was lost in thought when he felt the sun leave his face. At first he thought it was a limb from the tree but when he opened his eyes his mouth dropped. Jeri stood there, her chest blocking the sun. The bright sun revealed her large breasts in form contrast to the white blouse she wore. The blouse was tucked into her ankle length skirt that seemed snug around her hips and thighs.
"Good afternoon, Harold," Jeri asked quietly, eyes following Harold's as she breathed in and out.
"Ggggood afternoon, Jeri," Harold replied, eyes still on those boobs.
"May I sit?"
"Of course, Jeri," Harold replied, moving woodenly to give her room.
Jeri sat carefully, making sure her skirt remained tight. Harold's gaze still rested on Jeri's chest. Carefully crossing her arms under her boobs she squeezed them slightly. Harold followed the movement upwards and was rewarded with a clear view of cleavage, pseudo-demurely displayed by the unbuttoned blouse.
"It's nice to see you Harold," she said quietly.
"It's nice to see you, Jeri," came the reply, eyes still fixed on Jeri's chest.
"Will you be staying long?"
"I'm waiting for an answer to the message Father sent to the baker. My birthday is tomorrow and I think it's about that."
"You didn't read it?"
Harold's eyes snapped upwards. Anger tinged his response. "No. It isn't right and I'm no sneak."
"How would he know?"
"He seals the messages with wax."
"And you've never been curious?"
"Not about those things. Other things, sure."
"Such as?"
Harold looked up at Jeri's face. "What I'm getting, who's coming, things like that."
"You've had ample chance to look at things, Harold. What do you think?"
"I'm not sure."
"Harold, what do you think of me?"
"I think you're very nice, Jeri. Mother and Father like your parents and the food at the tavern. They ask about you. Often."
Jeri smiled. Having the parents asking about her was a plus she was unaware of. She'd have to be moderately nice to her parents for a day or so as quiet thanks. "I want to thank you for the personally delivered invitation, Harold. I was very pleased."
"It was nothing, Jeri. You live across the square."
"And if I lived, say out of the capitol, for example. Would you deliver the invitation personally," she asked, a direct reference to Dianna.
"Father would have it delivered. He says it's too dangerous out there and that I'm too valuable," he replied, eyes downcast.
Jeri leaned back slightly, raising her large breasts higher in the afternoon sun. Harold's eyes followed but he did make attempts to look at her face, and his conversations, although a bit one-sided were not unusual for Jeri. Most men fixated on her chest.
In a strange way, that pleased Jeri. She knew she wasn't the brightest or the most talented, so she used what she had. And what she had was a pair of boobs that would make a mother of sextuplets envious. When they sprouted she knew where her power lay. She began to attract the attention of older boys and the most handsome men. It was so easy. Jeri had loftier goals. Harold would do nicely. She had it all planned out. She and Harold would marry. Harold would become Mayor. Jeri would inherit the Ram and Cock. She would have power and wealth and huge breasts. Life would be good - very good. For others, it would be very bad.
Dianna started to enter the town square but stopped suddenly when she saw Harold and Jeri talking. Jeri was sitting close to Harold and her gigantic breasts were evident even from here. Dianna felt a tingling in her chest and anger replaced happiness. How was she going to compete with those when all she had was these she thought glancing down at her far from ample breasts.
Damn that Sorcerers Oath! She'd taken it when she first started training. Ree wouldn't even let her watch him until she proved she understood the words and meaning behind each and every one. It was as ingrained in her as was the fact that Ree was her father. Oohh, it would be sooo simple to weave a nice spell; make her hair fall out. No, make her boobs shrink. No, both. Standing there she quietly invoked the spell, complete with hand gestures, aborting it at the last command.
Turning, Dianna started back home, tears in her eyes, fire in her heart. This was war.
Back at the house, Dianna quickly undressed and measured her bust. Zip. Putting on her study clothes she quickly retrieved the sheets of parchment and reviewed what she'd fabricated and woven. The words and chemicals were correct. True, the process had been reduced somewhat but she expected some indication of progress. Removing the container of potion she debated reapplying or strengthening it. Stronger was her decision. As she sat there making a newer triple-strength batch, she realized that while the potion controlled the growth the real power lay in the spell. That was the accelerator; the stronger the spell, the faster she'd grow.
The moon was rising as she completed the new potion. Removing her top, she carefully spread the potion evenly over her chest. It wouldn't be good to have one breast far larger than the other. Once satisfied that the potion was evenly applied, she began the spell. This time she spoke louder and used more animated gestures to hopefully emphasize the growth rate. Having repeated the spell thrice, to triple the speed, she replaced her top, put the potion and notes away and headed for the kitchen. Flix was making her displeasure at missing her meal known to any and all. Entering the kitchen she rubbed Flix, who was not consoled. She fed Flix a double portion then heated some stew up for herself. She was far hungrier than she thought. She debated going back for seconds but realized that if she ate all the stew, she'd be cooking for herself tomorrow.
Dianna sat outside in the cool air until the mosquitoes decided feeding was more important than angering a sorcerer. With a quick gesture, Dianna renewed the repellent, and went back to thinking about the day and what she'd seen and what she'd do. The gibbous moon shown brightly as she watched it rise. Tomorrow would be a busy day. A day of verification. A day of retribution. Back inside the house, she locked and spelled the entrance, and went to bed.
She lay there for some time, debating the steps she'd taken. They were reversible, she believed, but it would take time. So many things happening so fast and in so little time! How had she managed to get this confined, she wondered. Ree would be furious. There would be no hiding the effect or the spells and potions she'd made. Ree was eerily psychic about that. He could smell wrong spells and mischief as if he were intimately involved with it. Smiling, she realized that any good sorcerer or -ess would be in tuned with his surroundings and his home.
Was she really this fascinated with Harold? Was he the best one for her? Had her desire to take Harold away from Jeri narrowed her vision such that she'd ignored any other potential suitors? Would having breasts bigger than Jeri be the right approach? Finally, she was treading dangerously close to the edge that separated White from Black sorcery. It wasn't a gray area as she'd thought at one time. One touch of the Black and you were marked and corrupted forever. As much as she wanted Harold, she wanted to insure she did nothing to besmirch Ree's reputation as sorcerer and parent.
Things would be decided in the morning and wasting time thinking about the results of the things she'd set in motion was not productive. Dianna stretched, rolled on her side and closed her eyes. Sleep, when it came, was no respite.
Dianna lay there, halfway between sleep and awake, troubled by unusual dreams and worried about the birthday party and the gift she'd made. Sorcerers were never wealthy; far too much of Ree's skill was done pro bono, or paid in small amounts over long periods. In the time she had known Ree, he'd never turned away a sick or injured patient. As a result they ate well thanks to the farmers and livestock breeders, but money was seldom ample. The wealthy seldom paid in cash, either. Most of them paid in goods, charging full retail when they paid wholesale.
She sighed, feeling a weight on her chest. Flix preferred her bed to her cat box and had more than once nearly forced her out of bed. Dianna smiled and moved her arm to scratch Flix and then move her to the side of the bed. Her arm felt nothing but blanket and coverlet.
Feeling lower she detected a noticeable bulge between the coverlet and her. At first she thought it was Flix having crawled between the coverings trying to get warm. As she became more awake she realized it didn't feel like Flix and was certainly bigger than Flix. Gently she probed and felt the telltale heat and feel of her flesh. Fear and pleasure competed as she raced towards consciousness.
Dianna sat up in bed, fear overtaking pleasure, pushing herself backwards as if getting away from this new thing would save her, banging her head against the wall. The coverlet had been pulled away and she sat there wearing her nightdress. The top half was snug on her body; a drastic change from a few hours ago. Breasts! she realized. Wonderment replaced fear as she realized that the strengthened poultice and spell had done their job - too well.
There before her were two breasts, each one larger than Jeri's combined. She would have a hard time explaining this - or maybe she wouldn't have to. No one had taken any notice of her in the capitol and she hadn't been there in some time. They were impossible to ignore and she would have to think of something.
Her hands rubbed the newest addition to her body. Each breast was larger than her thigh and filled the nightdress from armpit to waist. As she explored her new self, she felt pleasure in the touch, and the prospect of winning Harold away from Jeri once and for all.
Carefully she got out of bed and was amazed at the weight and change in balance she experienced. She leaned further forward and had to make a conscientious effort to remain vertical. Throwing her shoulders back helped and also brought her enormous breasts away from her, stretching the already snug materiel tighter. Carefully, she walked around the bedroom, a place she was intimately aware of. Several realizations came to light. She was wider than before, and more than a few inches. She had difficulty seeing past the bulge that protruded outward, banging into the edge of the bed as well as a blanket trunk at the foot of the bed. Then there was the sound of her breasts bouncing and slapping and the very pleasant feeling as her breasts rubbed against her nightgown materiel. Most surprisingly, there was the equilibrium problems of all that new weight. There was an important lesson there, she realized.
Having decided that she could move, she stood in front of the mirror and removed her nightgown. There, between her shoulder blades were the breasts she'd wanted; only more than she wanted. Firm young flesh showed no stretch marks, flawless skin unblemished by veins and arteries, pink skin that encased enough breast meat to satisfy any boob-a-holic. Her hands, small by comparison, caressed the newest appendage to her body as she turned and checked herself out in the mirror. Lifting one breast she examined the large nipple in the mirror, hard in the morning coolness, marveling at the motion and movement of the flesh that encased it.
The breast was far firmer than she expected and it took some effort to bend it enough to examine the nipple. Wetting a finger she ran it lightly around the nipple, seeing it grow in the morning light. Jiggling the breast she tried to figure out its weight and guessed around twenty pounds. Turning sideways she rested her breast on her forearm and hand and examined how she looked in the mirror, having to move away from the mirror in order to get all the breast displayed.
Dianna brought the other breast up and parallel to the first and examined the results. The flesh bulged out wider than her shoulders and obscured her rib cage. Lowering her breasts, she tried to wrap a towel around her boobs. Too short. Wanting to see how they looked dressed she put the towel under her new friends, raised her arms in support and bent over. Almost falling due to their weight, she carefully held herself and checked the cleavage. Exceptional was all she could say.
Dianna was examining them more closely, and becoming more aroused when Flix came into the room, complaining loudly. Dianna looked at the sunbeams and knew it was getting late. Flix was hungry and so was she. Carefully supporting her new boobs, she headed for the kitchen and very carefully put water on for tea and filled Flix's bowls with food and water.
Sitting at the breakfast table, after pulling out the chair an extra foot, Dianna crossed her legs and waited for the water to boil. Her gigantic breasts, missing the support of her thighs, hung down, all their weight on her shoulders and back Leaning backwards, she raised her breasts up enough to uncross her legs. Slowly she let her boobs rest on her too-small lap. One breast took up two-thirds of her lap so she was forced to reposition them, nipples in mid-thigh, and carefully spread her legs. That felt better.
The problem she realized was that she hadn't planned on this amount of growth. All she wanted was to be as big as Jeri, not dwarf her. None of the clothes she'd so carefully prepared would be large enough. None of Ree's would fit either. The party would start at six tonight and she needed to be ready by four in order to make the trip to town in time. Then there was the problem of getting to town. She could walk but by the time she got there not only would she be sweaty, smelly, and dirty, she doubted if the clothes she wore would support her gigantic breasts. And, all that walking would take its toll on her back and shoulders. By the time the teakettle began to whistle, she'd developed a plan, but first she needed some more information.
While she waited for the tea to steep she retrieved several items and carefully returned to the kitchen. Laying a towel down on the table she gingerly sat and lifted her enormous breasts up until they rested on the table. Dianna stared at the display. She was gigantic! Her arms could barely contain them. Taking a sewing tape measure she carefully measured them - 80 inches. Knowing she had a 34-inch chest and a C-cup she realized her potion had just doubled her size. Carefully standing up she lowered her exceptionally sensitive breasts and measured again - 60 inches. With a 22-inch waist that meant she was nearly three times as large as her waist. Her breasts hung well below her waist, their aureole close to her crotch.
Dianna carefully sat down, resting her boobs on the towel. She placed another towel over them, more for warmth than modesty. On the parchment she recorded the measurements then placed the parchment on her covered breasts to study. Although she'd already made the antidote, she realized it was too diluted. It would take days to return her to her former size. The spell could accelerate the process but she had no way of knowing how powerful to make it. Then there was the task of covering these beauties and getting ready for the party.
Dianna sipped the rest of the cup of tea and thought. When the cup was empty, she carefully washed and put it away, and set to work. First stop would be the clothing cabinet. If she were to have any chance of achieving her goal, she would have to start there.
Harold left his house shortly after morning chores. The place was bedlam. His family and staff were preparing the place for his sixteenth party and he was underfoot. Where does one go on ones' birthday to get away for a while? He wondered. The stable master saddled Harold one of the more gentle horses and Harold rode away.
Dianna opened the closet and peered inside. Lori's clothing was there. Lori had been one of Ree's few deadbeat patients. Ree shrugged it off - Dianna was furious. Lori's pneumonia had taken Ree several days to break the fever and another week to get Lori well enough to leave. Dianna put out the word through the sorcerer network and Lori would never be able to seek help again. In a time when disease meant short life expectancies, not paying your medical or magical bills was a dumb thing to do.
Dianna rustled through the clothes, finding two blouses and a skirt that could be used. In a carryall she found two surprises - two large bras. Lori physique was far more Rubenesque than Dianne but at least she wouldn't be starting from zero. Bending over the carryall was difficult. Her gigantic breasts kept swinging in the way and the weight of them forced her lower and lower. She ended up using one hand to hold herself in position and working around her tits. Dianna got so frustrated that she grabbed two long thick bandages and tied her gigantic melons to her body snugly. Now when she bent over her boobs swung out a half-dozen inches and the materiel helped support the weight. It was a strange sensation. The weight of the breasts and the tightness aroused her, the feeling of the cloth as she judges sizes and alterations aroused her, and the thought of having Harold for his birthday aroused her.
Back in the kitchen, Dianna put her finds on the table and retrieved sewing supplies from one of the drawers. The first task was to see how the bra's felt. Both appeared to be the same size so Dianna tested the used one first. Lengthening all the straps she tried putting it on as she normally did. No luck; too much flesh and not enough cloth. She experimented and discovered that if she started her boobs into the bra and then bent over the table she could reposition her boobs into the cups. From there she put her arms through the straps and pressing her weight on her immense boobs, could barely get the clips connected.
Still bent over, she carefully adjusted the straps and her enormous breasts until the bra looked like it had most of her contained. Carefully, with arms and hands under the very tight bra she slowly stood up. Looking down she realized there was more of her outside the bra than in - not a good sign. Gently she rubbed her hands over the encased pulchritude, feeling the materiel stretch as she touched it. It was a strange sensation. The straps dug into her shoulders but seeing the vast cleavage and the way she bulged out of all the openings excited her. Smiling, she realized it would melt Harold's eyes.
Carefully she looked at herself in the mirror. Her breasts still were wider than she was, looking down only brought the cleavage canyon into view, and she was amazed how far her breasts thrust outward and downward. Her rib cage played peek-a-boo from the shadow of her massive bumpers. Yes, the bra might just work. Hopefully it would last long enough to make a severe impression on Harold.
Gently, not wanting to destroy the bra so soon, she kneaded her new friends into the already overloaded materiel. She pushed more of the underside of her boobs into the cups, deciding that it was more comfortable to have the reinforced bra ride on her rib cage instead of pinching her boobs. The flesh had to go somewhere and the result was a distinctive deepening in her cleavage.
The skirt was easier to adjust and Dianna snugged it some as well as hemming it to a proper length. There were two choices for blouses; peasant style, and a long-sleeved one with ruffles on the front. Not needing to add to her already enormous chest, she chose the peasant style. It would fit more snugly around the twins and accentuate the chasm of cleavage that she displayed.
Carefully removing the bra she rebound her breasts and set to sewing and altering the garments. The afternoon was underway when she finished. The only thing left to do was try it on. Carefully she laid the wardrobe out on her bed. As she waited for the water to heat for her bath, she fed Flix and made the reduction potion.
With the bath hot she added some aromatic oils and slipped in. The warm water felt good and her new-found breast buddies floated slightly, taking their weight off her back and shoulders. The sight of the two breasts, gently bobbing in the water, unencumbered by gravity and therefore displayed at their maximum, pleased and aroused her. While one hand gently washed those babies, her other played with a tender spot between her legs. When the steam of the bath water dissipated, Dianna forced herself out of the tub, wrapped double-length towels around her Jeri killers and dried off. It was a novel and interesting experience.
She carefully dressed. Debating wearing two bras to support her breasts, she decided to wear one and carry the second as an emergency spare. After carefully tucking the blouse into the dark blue skirt she began tightening the bodice to display a taste of her cleavage. Standing in front of the mirror, she debated and tried several hairstyles. She'd about decided to wear it braided when she heard Flix meow. Visitors.
Harold had ridden off in no set direction. The fact that his parents had let him ride anywhere, especially unescorted, was unusual. Harold's first thought was that at 16 he was an adult and his parents were finally treating him as such. A more realistic thought was that they were so wrapped up in their lives and the party that they'd completely forgotten him. Sixteen was an important day for anyone, mayor's son included.
His birthday would be the event of the summer season. Many eagerly sought invitations. Harold's mother became draconian, controlling the guest list with an intensity Harold had never seen. His parents had agreed on Jeri and less enthusiastically on Dianna. Jeri's parents had more money than lineage. Fear was an effective motivator, and while his parents knew Ree to be a good sorcerer, he had far more power than they did. And a lot less money. The last part irked his mother far more than he'd realized.
Harold dismounted and tied his horse to the post in front of the large sturdy stone house. Looking around he realized how nice the location was. A brisk stream ran behind the house providing secure water through drought and deluge. The house was situated on a slight rise giving it a good view of the surrounding countryside as well as protecting it from the occasional heavy rains. Several huge trees formed a cooling canopy and a pleasant breeze stirred his hair. Yes, he could very easily live here, he decided.
Behind the house was a small barn and fenced area for the horses and other livestock. The barn doors were opened and he could see several heads munching grass and winnowing to each other. Someone was home. Straightening his clothes and giving them a quick brush to remove the most obvious dust lumps, he headed for the door.
Dianna peered through the closed curtains in the kitchen. Harold! Anxiety took over and she ran her hands down her outfit and through her hair. The plans she'd made were now ruined. How could he!
Harold knocked at the door and stood back. Having no idea what kind of things a sorcerer might do to protect his home, he decided to take no chances. As he backed up he thought he saw movement inside.
"Just a minute," came the reply, barely audible through the door.
Harold nodded and stood there, hands in plain sight.
The door opened and a beautiful head peered out.
"Dianna?"
"You were maybe expecting Ree," Dianna replied, door hiding the body she'd worked so hard for.
"Nno, I was looking for you."
"Have a seat at the outdoor table. I'll be right out," she replied, closing the door.
Harold walked around the house and found a stone table flanked by two wood and stone benches. The stream gurgled in the background and here under the green awning the temperature was most pleasant.
Harold was watching two squirrels fight over an acorn when he felt another presence. He turned in time to see Dianna coming with a tray containing a pitcher and two goblets. She seemed to be carrying the tray in an unusual manner. As she got closer, he realized she was having difficulty, and rushed to help her.
"Thanks Harold. It's heavier than I thought," Dianna replied. It sure was, especially considering she was carrying it arms extended, she thought.
"No problem, Dianna. Nice day," Harold replied, setting it down on the table.
Dianna sat down carefully. Harold's eyes bugged out and his chin bounced off his Adams apple. There before him was a cleavage that was the largest he'd ever seen or dreamed about. And it was on Dianna.
Dianna knew where Harold was looking. She hadn't planned to give him the full force of her enhancement quite so soon. She poured liquid into the goblets, crossing her arms in front of her Grand Canyon cleavage breaking Harold's lock.
"Sit Harold, and quit staring."
Harold sat down with a thump that made Dianna giggle. She put her hand in front of her mouth, her eyes sparkling.
"Dianna," was about all Harold could say.
"Harold," Dianna replied, imitating Harold's tone.
"I wanted to see..." Harold replied, voice trailing off.
"Harold, seeing is one thing, staring is another."
Harold looked up and saw Dianna smiling. "I never got any word that you were coming to the party. I wanted to make sure you were."
"I did reply, Harold. Ree dropped off the RSVP a few days after I got your invitation. A personal one at that. That was very nice."
"I didn't know. Mother's keeping the guest list secret for some reason."
"I bet she let it be known that Jeri's coming," Dianna quipped.
Harold showed a glint of anger. "Dianna, Mother is very fond of Jeri. She thinks we'd make a good couple."
"And what does Harold think?"
"What does Dianna think," Harold replied.
Dianna sipped the cold tea. "Dianna is more interested in what Harold thinks."
"Why haven't you been to town?"
To see me? Dianna said to herself, finishing the sentence. "Ree has me studying for my level four exams. I'm scheduled to take the tests in a few weeks. And lots of our supplies are brought to us. We don't own a wagon."
"Oh," Harold replied.
"And then there are these," Dianna replied. There was no need to directly reference her outrageous appendages. "They showed up rather suddenly, and I'm still getting used to them."
"You're a lot bigger than Jeri."
"A lot bigger than most, Harold."
Looking carefully at Dianna, Harold asked, "Because of Jeri?"
"Don't you like them, Harold?"
"They're rather, rather prominent. How do you move with those," Harold asked, curiosity in his voice.
"Like this."
Dianna carefully stood and walked slowly towards Harold, who pivoted to ensure his vision wasn't obstructed. Standing a few feet away she pirouetted slowly, letting Harold fill his eyes and brain with the images.
Dianna carefully turned and said, "What do you think?"
"I'm not sure," Harold said, voice hoarse.
Dianna moved slowly until she stood as close to Harold as she could and not touch his nose. The two layers of materiel were snug and despite their thickness, her nipples were becoming more prominent. Harold's field of vision wasn't wide enough to take both nipples in. His eyes yo-yoed back and forth, occasionally stopping at the evident cleavage in between.
Placing her hands on Harold's shoulders she spread her elbows wide and slowly bent over, lowering her breasts and replacing Harold's view with one of barely contained cleavage. When her boobs had passed her elbows she pulled them in and rested her plainly aroused breasts on them. Harold's eyes were glued to the cleavage. His eyes went up to her neck and down to the tightly strung bodice. Dianna lifted each gigantic tit, left then right, letting the perfect flesh bounce and resonate. Harold's head followed every movement that astounding view gave.
When Harold moved his hands to touch Dianna's staggering charms, she moved them out of range. Harold looked confused. Dianna saw a prominent bulge in Harold's knickers.
"Dianna," Harold said in a raspy voice.
"Yes, Harold?"
"What are you doing to me?"
"The same thing Jeri's been doing to you for months."
Harold stood up, his hard-on still evident, and a small wet spot in his shorts. "I'm confused."
"When I get confused, I go for a walk," Dianna offered.
Harold stood there. Dianna took Harold's hand and gently led him along the stream. "Do you remember when we were introduced, Harold," she asked.
"Last year, when you and Ree cured the town of red-spots (red-spots were an ancient term for measles and back then a significant killer). I saw the way you worked with the sick; you considered your welfare secondary to your patients. I'd never seen anything so brave before."
"You were brave, too, Harold," Dianna said gently. "You helped even though you were one of the first to recover. You were my first patient, did you know that?"
"I don't remember much. Ree says the fever does strange things. I do remember seeing your face and hearing your voice and feeling your touch. After that, I slept like the dead. When I woke, I was cured."
"Your family was frightened that you might never recover. Then they were frightened that you might become reinfected. Many of the townsfolk were impressed that you help after being sick. You matured a great deal during that ordeal. It was a very dangerous time, Harold, and we both survived."
"It seems you matured more than me," Harold replied.
"Women mature faster than men, Ree says. And some women, faster than others. You've grown a bit in those intervening months, Harold," Dianna replied, turning to face Harold. She was standing on the downslope and Harold had a clear view of her astonishing breasts. "You seem very preoccupied with my breasts, Harold. Among men, that isn't uncommon."
"Did you spell them?"
"Not entirely, nosy."
"Can I touch them?"
"Harold! Did Jeri let you touch hers?"
"She teased me with them just like you're doing."
Harold wasn't dumb, Dianna realized. So why was he so taken with Jeri's huge hooters? Dianna asked herself. And why was she so taken with them? They were incredibly heavy, altered her balance and posture, made moving around the house an obstacle course, and would cost more to support than she'd ever make as a sorceress. Despite all the negatives two things seemed to be in their favor; they were very arousing and they had a powerful pull over men. Suddenly Dianna realized that she'd never go back to her original size. As she and Harold walked along the stream, she began wondering what final size she would be happy with. Certainly bigger than Jeri, that was for certain.
"Dianna, I like you a lot. A lot more than I like Jeri. Your prettier, smarter, and have a great gift. I can't be sure if I like you because I like you or you spelled me."
"We sorcereresses are required to take an oath that we won't use our powers to get what we want. Good sorcerers, anyway. This gift I have is something I was born with. All Ree's done is help me develop it. You don't have it and can't learn it. And as for power, the price is far higher than most can understand." Looking Harold in the eyes, Dianna added, "Harold Walker, I have never used any potion or spell on you or Jeri or anyone for my benefit. I can't work those spells. Ree won't work those spells and he's one powerful sorcerer. Black sorcerers can but you can recognize them miles off."
Dianna made the sign of the cross on her gigantic breasts. Harold watched her hand until it got to that vastness that aroused him so. "Cross my breasts, hope never to become flat-chested."
"How?"
"How do I cross my breasts?"
"How can you tell a black sorcerer?"
"They bring a darkness and a smell with them that they can't hide. It's all part of the price they pay for the power they wield. That and the fact they wear expensive clothes. The spells they spin don't come cheap and are never free."
They stopped at the edge of the trees. The sun cast an even bigger breasted shadow of Dianna on the sweet grass that hugged the stream. Harold stared at the shadow and then looked at Dianna. She wasn't as big as the shadow but a lot more real.
"Mother and Father want to betroth me to Jeri."
Dianna nodded. It was common knowledge. Turning, she stood in Harold's shadow and touched her enormous breasts to Harold's hard chest. Harold looked down then up at Dianna. "And who does Harold want to be betrothed to," she asked quietly, eyes locked on Harold's eyes.
"I think you, Dianna," he said quietly. Dianna listened carefully. There was truth in the statement. Dianna wasn't quite so sure it was the whole truth. He'd learned well from his father; he'd left himself an out. The problem now was to convince him that she was the one.
"Would you still say that if I weren't, hmmm, quite so obvious?"
The sun was warm and the wind blew Dianna's long hair into the heat between them. Harold gently gathered her long wheat-colored hair and moved it out of the way. Dianna felt an increase in pressure on her captive breasts and a corresponding increase in bulge of cleavage. The next thing they knew they were kissing; at first tentative, exploring, learning, then with more confidence and passion. Dianna felt her breasts being compressed more and more as the passion increased. It was an incredibly pleasant sensation.
Harold found the act wildly arousing. The kissing was wonderful but the real pleasure came from a place lower than his mouth. He felt Dianna's nipples harden and grow until he thought they'd puncture his chest. He tried to take Dianna fully in his arms but the enormity of her breasts prevented that. Even so, he hugged her with a grip that lifted her off the ground. In a passionate fog, he slowly turned round and round.
Their breathing became more and more vocal and intense as passions rose. Harold stumbled and the mood was broken. Harold carefully lowered Dianna to the ground but kept her tight in his arms. They kissed a few more times then looked at each other like the two lovers they were becoming.
Dianna looked at Harold, then down at her glistening breasts. Harold followed her eyes, then slowly lowered his head. He kissed each breast tenderly, missing the moan from Dianna for the roar in his head. He felt Dianna's hand on the back of his head and was soon buried past his ears in the hugeness that filled his vision. His entire body shook with arousal and he felt Dianna's breasts change as she leaned further forward. Harold moved downward to the knot that held Dianna's enormity in check. Slowly he worked his way upward, kissing each breast then wallowing in the vastness of the steaming valley. When the cleavage ended, Harold continued upward, kissing Dianna's neck then returning to her sweet lips.
"I didn't know you could kiss like that, Dianna," Harold said as he tried to recover his breath.
Dianna smiled, breasts heaving as she did the same. "I was going to say the same about you, Harold. Who've you been practicing with," she asked with a giggle.
"Jeri and I kissed twice. Or rather Jeri kissed me."
Dianna looked crestfallen so Harold added quickly, "It wasn't as much fun or enjoyable as kissing you, Dianna. Honest."
Dianna caressed his cheek with her hand. Harold's head leaned to one side as he closed his eyes. "You're the first for me Harold, not counting Ree, and all I did was kiss him on the cheek."
"I won't kiss any other woman again, Dianna," Harold replied seriously.
"Not even your mother?"
"You know what I mean, Dianna."
Dianna studied Harold's face. He was trying to decide something. Dianna thought she had a good idea but decided to let Harold make the first move. They remained in a enjoyable embrace.
Decision made, Harold jerkily brought one hand up and tenderly touched Dianna's glistening breasts. A "whoosh" sound escaped his mouth as his fingers gently caressed, then poked and prodded her breasts. Dianna grabbed his hand and pulled it off her monumental assets.
"Harold, they're not cuts of beef, they're breasts. And they deserve special attention and respect," she said, breaking the embrace and standing back.
"Watch me," she said. Dianna loosened up her bodice a bit more then secured it. Next, she slowly pulled the loosened materiel down revealing more of her expansive bosom. She positioned her bodice to allow the maximum view and make it as snug as she could. Harold watched, eyes wide, swaying side to side.
Dianna began stroking her exposed tit flesh lightly at first, then with increasing pressure. Her fingers depressed the firm yet flexible flesh, stroking it, making swirls and patterns, and digging her fingers deeper and deeper into the wrist-deep cleavage. While she massaged her breasts, her other hand, with a mind of its own, moved down to her crotch. In syncopation, hands moved and pressured tender and sensitive spots.
Harold's eyes followed Dianna's hands until he placed his hand gently on Dianna's. Dianna carefully placed Harold's hand on her breast and let him arouse her. He did much better this time. Three hands were better than two and four better still. Soon Harold was tweaking huge hard nipples with his hands and kissing and licking Dianna's fully aroused breasts. To make things easier and more pleasant, Dianna carefully leaned forward, giving Harold unrestricted access to her monuments to pulchritude.
A pleasant shudder went through Dianna's body as she orgasmed. It was far more intense than anything she'd experienced before. Her gorgeous breasts overloaded her brain with messages of pleasure, delight, spikes of pain, and desire. Harold soon orgasmed, staining the front of his knickers even more.
"I never...," Harold whispered.
"Neither have I, Harold," Dianna replied.
Harold placed his arms under Dianna's breasts and gently lifted them. "They're heavy."
"They're not balloons, Harold. And considering their size,..."
"Wonderful breasts, Dianna," Harold replied and bent over to kiss them.
"They weigh even more with my bra off," Dianna replied, hand controlling Harold's head.
Harold began to remove Dianna's top but Dianna stopped him. "Not here, Harold."
"Where?"
"At the house. I need to sit and rest."
They walked back to the house hip to hip, Dianna's arm around Harold's waist. Harold's arm was playing with a gigantic breast, watching it move and sway to his movements.
At the house Dianna sat on the outdoor table, feet dangling. Harold filled the goblets with fresh, cool water from the stream. Both drank deeply. Harold drank too fast and some of the liquid spilled down his chin onto his tunic. Harold tried to wipe it away and succeeded in making a small problem bigger.
Harold, now refreshed, wanted more of what Dianna had in astonishing abundance. Harold stood in front of Dianna as she slowly untied her bodice. Slowly was relative - to Harold, anything obstructing his getting his hands on those pontoons was too slow; Dianna wanted to prolong the wait, knowing that giving Harold access to her giant goodies, was a dangerous move. He'd either become more fascinated with her and her body or he'd find them repulsive. Dianna knew that as big as she looked now, it was far smaller than how she'd look naked.
"Where'd you find the clothes?"
"They were left here as collateral for helping a wanderer. She never returned to pay for them. They've sat in the closet for a long time."
Harold looked surprised. "She left without payment?"
"Not really, Harold. She left these clothes. They were useless to us until a few days ago. Now they're quite valuable, wouldn't you say," Dianna replied, eyes looking up at Harold. She was pleased that he did make eye contact; intermittent as it was. It was to be expected she realized. Her breasts were almost completely exposed.
With the bodice loose, she carefully removed it and let it gather around her waist. There before them both, contained by a huge utilitarian bra were her enormous breasts. Wide straps cut deeply into Dianna's shoulders and the young flesh was red from chafe. Harold bent and tenderly kissed her shoulders and straps. Dianna sighed.
Harold gently examined the amazing structure before him. The straps extended outward and downward to two huge breast bags that were obviously designed for a much smaller bosom. The straps were several inches away from the junction of breast and chest. Arm holes revealed large amounts of breast as did the uncontained breasts. The materiel was severely stressed where the straps joined the ten-gallon cups.
Moving his hands around the bra, he found himself aroused again. And curious. Jeri had never let him get this far. Why was Dianna? She was bigger than anything he'd ever imagined and so beautiful. His hands, fingers spread wide, gently squeezed the sides of Dianna's bra. More breast bulged out. Even a light touch brought more to the eye. Hands slipped under the amazing garment, hands that couldn't hold the entire mass of what he so desired. Fingers found the underside of her bra and a substantial gap between bra and chest. Inches of breast burst out of the gap. Harold tried pushing it back in but had little success.
The weight of her breasts amazed him. Biceps bulged as he lifted the weight from Dianna's shoulders. Dianna moaned and caressed her breasts. Harold repositioned his hands allowing his thumbs to come in contact with nipples that appeared through the wet material. Lowering his head he sucked the moisture. Dianna moaned louder, her hands on Harold's head, pulling him further into her massiveness. Harold sucked harder, watching nipples grow before his eyes and the wetness spread. Dianna's breath became labored as he continued to pay tribute to her vastness. The taste and texture of the breast liquid tasted so wonderful and with his hands feeling the magical flesh before him he orgasmed again.
Dianna had never felt anything like this. With Harold supporting the weight of her breasts, she was freed of the pain and work. Pleasure at his kissing and sucking shocked her body again and again. His kisses brought her pleasure. His caresses and stroking brought her pleasure. His attention brought her pleasure. So much pleasure. And such a pleasant release. One orgasm followed another, running down her thighs and wetting her clothes.
When both were spent they leaned on each other. Harold continued to hold Dianna's breasts and she pressed her huge nipples into his wet chest. Her arms caressed his cheeks and her gigantic breasts. Harold watched and smiled. Dianna smiled. As one they moved back to the bench and sat, Dianna resting comfortably in Harold's lap. Even now she felt a telltale bulge. For Dianna it was a perfect position. Her breasts rested slightly under Harold's chin. For Harold it was nirvana. Dianna's breasts were in full view and easy to get to. The added weight in his lap brought his hardening passion to his attention.
"Dianna..."
Dianna responded by kissing Harold, letting him know with her tongue and mouth. When the embrace broke, Dianna commented, "That was incredible Harold. Truly incredible."
"Dianna, I want more."
"Harold, much more and I won't be able to walk."
"I want to see them."
"And you shall, if you're very good," she replied.
Harold took most of her in his arms, squeezed her captive melons until Dianna thought he'd rip the fabric, and kissed the available flesh with a tenderness neither knew he had. Dianna was almost ready to give him everything.
"I want you Dianna," Harold replied, sometime later.
"And I want you too, Harold, but it's bad luck to open your presents before your party."
"Can I see just one?"
Dianna laughed and buried his head in her steaming chasm. Harold kissed, sucked, nipped and wallowed in the offered pulchritude until his ears rang. When his head stopped ringing and he could see through the haze, he heard Dianna say, "If I showed you one, neither of us would make it to the party."
The way Harold looked at Dianna convinced her that she'd won him, temporarily. There was still Jeri and Harold's parents. No, she knew, this was merely round one. The battle would not be won here but at his party. As much as she enjoyed his attention and the effects he had on her body and gigantic boobs, she knew the final battle lay there.
Sitting on Harold's lap, Dianna carefully dressed, allowing Harold to help her. When she was presentable, they kissed again and Harold lay his head on her gigantic breasts while his hands stroked her tender nipples. Dianna let him enjoy the moments.
Finally she said quietly, "Harold, it's time."
"Time?"
"Time for you to leave and time for me to get ready for the party. Your parents must be going crazy wondering where you are."
"Do I have to, Dianna? Can't I stay here and then escort you to town?"
Dianna kissed him deeply, feeling her resistance slip. "Thank you, Harold, but I think it best if we arrive at the party at different times. You have a reputation to maintain. Don't worry, I'll be there. Sorceresses word."
To be continued