by Sasha Scott
That sensation, the feeling of having her pussy and womb painted in my white cream, acted as the catalyst for her own climax. Her inner muscles spasmed around me and she tensed up on my lap, sending her lustful juices gushing all over me.
It was like nothing I’d ever done or felt before. Sex was seriously the best.
Once she was done squirting her remaining brains out Maria collapsed onto my front, her breathing heavily as she gurgled bubbles of messy drool over my body. She was absolutely spent. I pretty much was as well, I’d just fired out the biggest load of my life after all; my lower half felt completely numb.
Luckily I didn’t have another class for quite some time. I had no other choice but to remain there with Maria on my lap, the two of us recovering from our lusty sex session. The rest was definitely well deserved.
“Like I’m sorry Hugo,” she said to me with a thick pout, “I didn’t mean to bully you or notin. I just wanted to be popular and stuff.”
Once we were done with our rest and back on our feet Maria made sure to give me a full apology for the way she’d treated me. However as far as I was concerned I was already done with her. Besides she was always the one who offended me the least.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ve already punished you,” I told her, giving her head a pat, “Just make sure you never do it again, to me or to anyone else.”
“Like don’t worry I won’t never do it again, I swear!” she giggled, giving me a wave as she skipped out of the room, “Like bye Hugo! Let’s totally do this again some time.”
I admired her wide hips bouncing as she wobbled out of the room. Then when she was gone I remembered that the only reason she looked like that was because of my magic. I really should have changed her back.
“Wait…” I tried to call out but by that point she was already gone. Oh well, she sure seemed happy enough and if she wanted to be popular she’d be a big hit with the guys looking and acting like that.
“Hey I wonder what she put on those forms,” I mused to myself, giving the paperwork Maria had completed a final look over.
‘Professor is the best I wanna fuck him so bad.’
‘I bet professor has the biggest cock.’
‘Professor is like so dreamy.’
Was it really going to be okay leaving her like that?
Nevermind, it was too late to worry about that, instead I had more important things to think about. I’d discovered the magic book was truly magic and now I had the power to get payback on all of those tormenting bitches. Maria was just the first step, there was an entire flock of witches just waiting to be taken down. It was time for me to get my revenge.
The Running Woman
My payback had gotten off to a bright start. I was already feeling fortune smiling down at me but still there was a lot more for me to do. Karen had a lot of soldiers in her bitch army, I’d only managed to take down the first sacrificial pawn. If I really wanted to damage the mothership I was going to have to up my game.
Luckily I just happened to have the most powerful ally possible on hand, the magic book.
Ever since I transformed Maria into a bimbo I’d been testing the book just to see what it was truly capable of, putting its spells to the test to see just what I can do, what would work and what wouldn’t get me in hot water. I didn’t want to be going into battle unprepared.
Once I felt like I was starting to get to grips with the books powers I began to formulate my next plan, my next way to make those bitches pay for all the abuse they had given me and all the other professors and students on campus.
I was going to be aiming for one of the main members of the group and I was going to make it a very public spectacle.
There was a sports meet coming up and one of those devilish witches just happened to be a big player in the athletics team. There was no way she wouldn’t be competing in the event, competing in front of row after row of spectators.
If I wanted to make a statement, if I wanted to have some fun, then there was no place or time finer.
My assessment, unsurprisingly, had been quite correct. The athletics star was going to be competing at the meet.
Unlike the majority of Karen’s bitch collective who were cheerleaders, Hannah was a member of the track team. She was one of the university’s ace runners but that didn’t excuse her horrible, toxic, personality.
She was competing at the meet and all of her buddies were there to watch her and cheer her on. I just happened to be there as well, not that any of them would be able to spot me thanks to a very convenient spell I had managed to discover; the power of invisibility.
I was there at the meet just like all of them but none of them could see me because I was completely hidden from view. I’d made sure to test out the invisibility thoroughly and it was concrete. As long as the spell was up nobody could see me. Hear me yes but see me no.
With my protection in place I strolled around the track and paid very close attention to the warming up Hannah.
Her slender, toned, body was packed up tightly into a sports bra and a tight pair of shorts, just the kind of thing you’d expect to see from a runner, in both outfit and body. If she had the huge busts of some of her friends she’d probably find running very difficult, a theory I felt like putting to the test.
I’d already used a similar spell on Maria but there was no reason I couldn’t go back to the same tricks again. Making sure I was secluded enough and quiet enough not to draw any attention I opened up my magic book and cast a spell on her chest.
Unlike my previous conquest her tits didn’t simply swell up in size like two huge water balloons. I wasn’t looking to make her breasts suddenly inflate, I was going to make it a very gradual process.
After casting the spell I just decided to wait and watch to see when she would start to notice something happening. It didn’t take long.
While she was attempting to warm up Hannah began to tug and play around with her top, tugging on the material like she was trying to make herself feel a bit more comfortable. It only got more and more noticeable as time passed and her top began to get tighter as that ironing board blossomed into two growing mosquito bites.
The more her chest slowly increased in size the more uncomfortable she became, squirming around more as she tugged and snapped the underside of her sports bra. It looked to be getting really tight on her and her chest hadn’t even grown that much, possible only up to a B cup at most.
I wanted to get some payback but I wasn’t planning on suffocating her which was why I decided to show her a small bit of mercy. No I didn’t decide to stop her breast growth, instead I aimed for her top and cast a spell I’d been testing out which made everything a bit more stretchy.
There was a noticeable bounce, noticeable to me at least, when that sports bra developed a bit more give to it and suddenly stopped trying to forcefully confine her breasts down. Instead it gave room for those tits to grow and develop.
Hannah seemed a bit calmer once her breasts were no longer being compressed down, she obviously had yet to notice what was happening to her chest department. Her breasts had gotten slightly perkier, they were really starting to show.
“Okay racers for the third heat, line up.”
The organizer called out to the racers, finally it was Hannah’s turn to compete. Finally it was time to put my theory to the test.
Despite the fact that Hannah’s breasts would still be classified as small when compared to her bitch collective when compared to the other women lined up on the starting line she seemed to be the biggest, not that she’d noticed. However she was about to.
I watched on from the front row as the race began. It was a short sprint which meant I didn’t get to watch for very long but I still managed to see the unmistakable jiggle of Hannah’s chest wobbling and bouncing around. It wasn’t the kind of thing you’d see from a distance, or if you wasn’t focused on her, but to me it was as clear as day.
Even with her soft breasts jiggling up and down she still ma
naged to win her heat. Perhaps I’d overestimated my theory or perhaps I’d underestimated her. Luckily I still had other races to make sure.
Usually when somebody wins they stay around to celebrate but not Hannah. As soon as the race was over she quickly fled towards the bathroom and I had an idea why. Not wanting to let her out of my sight I gave chase.
Hannah was looking herself over in the mirror with her breasts in her hands when I walked in. Luckily with invisibility on my side there was no downside to entering the women’s bathroom.
“When did this happen?” she asked herself, cupping her small, soft, mounds in her palms, “Was this to do with my top?”
She took a small look from side to side to make sure that nobody else was around. When she noticed the coast was apparently clear she pulled her top up from the bottom, freeing her tits.
Perky breasts on a chest that was usually flat were a very obvious change. Hannah couldn’t help that surprised look which was prominent on her face as she rubbed and fondled her new found breasts.
“No way,” she said to herself softly, “How? What’s going on?”
I was only supposed to be observing but I really couldn’t help myself, especially when I saw her fingers all over those lil soft mounds. I pulled my spell book open again, the page I arrived at conveniently being just the one I was after once again, and began to cast a brand new spell.
That purple glow that only I seemed to be able to notice radiated around her chest before Hannah suddenly moaned as she grazed a finger against one of her own pink nipples. It was loud, it was hot and it was sexually charged. After all I’d just cast a sensitive spell on her which made those breasts, and those nipples especially, a lot more vulnerable to touch.
Slowly Hannah brought a finger back to her chest. She shivered in place when her touch brushed across those soft tits. When she reached the nipple she whined out another lustful cry, her body tensing in place.
While she was busy practically fondling herself there was a noise of incoming voices, just before the bathroom door creaked open.
In a flash Hannah had to grasp at her top and pull it down, just about managing to squeeze the material over her soon to be D cup breast. The fabric was so tight that her hard nipples were hugged close, bulged out, making her unable to escape their sensitivity.
Luckily, for her, she just about managed to cover herself up before any of her competitors saw what she was doing. She was unable to hide that hot blush on her cheeks though; they were completely illuminated in redness.
Before her fellow athletes got a good look at her she quickly fled from the bathroom, her nipples throbbing into her sports bra.
“Hey did she look alright to you?” one of them asked after she’d departed.
“I don’t know. She looked ill. Did you see how red her face was?”
Oh things were going magnificently and I was enjoying every second but it was time to depart again. I couldn’t allow Hannah to get away. I had to watch four years of medicine being digested.
Fair credit to Hannah. Even though her chest was so sensitive that those nipples were constantly being stimulated by nothing more than the tightness of her clothing she was still there at the meet, waiting to take part.
She was doing her best to warm up for her semi final contest but she wasn’t exactly going at it with the same vigor as the other athletes. She was spending most of her time squirming around and tugging on her clothing.
Not only were her nipples incredible sensitive her breasts were just getting bigger and bigger. Forget about the C cup she was deep into the D cup territory, perhaps even into the double and she’d noticed, she just had no idea what was happening.
“Come on Hannah you can do this,” she said to herself, trying to psyche herself up as she sat in place, gripping her hands down tight on the edge of her seat, “Pull yourself together and don’t let… whatever’s happening beat you. You worked for this.”
That strong sensitivity of her nipples wasn’t just having an effect on her upper half. Those sensations which were tingling through her body was making her pussy bubble in heat. The way her nipples rubbed into her sports bra was making her feel horny.
The more time that passed the bigger those tits got and the more her nipples were caressed and rubbed by the tight binding of her small outfit. The more those nipples were trapped the hotter and hornier her body became.
Naturally the hornier she became the more she wanted to touch herself.
Hannah rubbed her toned thighs together as she tried to fight against the hotness but it was hard. It was hard for her to stop herself from sliding her fingers down, down across her inner thighs, down towards that dripping wetness.
“Racers for semi final number two please line up.”
She suddenly jerked in place and swiftly dragged her hand away from her pussy, almost like she’d been caught in the act. What poor luck for her. She was desperate to touch herself yet it was time for her to race again and her tits were bigger than ever.
I watched from the safety of my invisible bubble as Hannah slowly took her place on the starting line. Earlier it’d been obvious to me that her tits were bigger than her opponents but now it was obvious even to the fans. She wasn’t busty for a runner she was busty, full stop.
While everyone else was ready to go looking steady and composed Hannah couldn’t stop squirming around in the starting blocks. Her face was still red and her breathing was already heavy; the race hadn’t even started and she was already panting.
It was time to put my theory to the test once again.
Bang, the pistol blew and the race was on. Again it was just a small sprint but that was plenty of time to see Hannah’s large breasts vigorously jiggling around, swinging up and down, smacking against her own body as she ran.
Honestly I expected her to fall, I expected those wobbling weights on her chest and the heat of her body to take her down but she kept on running until the finish and actually managed to finish in a decent position. Fourth out of eight. Good enough to make it into the final. Still one more race for me to test out my theories.
Once again Hannah wasn’t hanging around. I couldn’t even tell if she knew what position she’d finished, she was straight back off towards the bathroom. It was time for me to follow my test subject once more.
This time when I entered the bathroom I didn’t see Hannah, she wasn’t looking in the mirror like previously but I knew she was hiding somewhere.
When I listened I could hear the faint sound of whining and moaning coming from one of the stalls, that had to be her. Luckily I just happened to have a spell that could help me make sure. The magic book opened up for me, like magic, and landed on the page I needed, the power to look through solid objects.
I cast the spell on myself and thanks to it I could look straight through the stall door which was cutting me off from Hannah. It was her in there after all and she was giving me quite the viewing spectacle.
That tight top of hers had been pulled upwards and those giants breasts were free as a result. She had one hand roughly kneading at that softness while another had slipped down her front and invaded those tight shorts; she was masturbating.
“I just need to cum once,” I heard her softly pant to herself, “Just once, just once. Just once to calm me down.”
Yep the heat had gotten to her, the lust had boiled over and now she was forced into masturbation to try and sate her strong desires.
Hannah leant back in place as she slowly wiggled her way out of those tight shorts and out of her panties so that she could touch herself directly without having to worry about any fabric getting in the way, her other hand rubbing and grinding against one of her hard, pink, nipples.
It was quite the hot sight watching Hannah trying to get her lust in check but it wasn’t something I could allow. If she orgasmed it’d go ahead and throw off my entire experiment. Luckily I just happened to have a spell which could help me with that as well.
While Hannah tried desperately t
o cum I cast a spell to make that an impossibility, I put her on a magical orgasm denial course.
She rubbed her juicy pussy vigorously, she rubbed her fingers over her throbbing clit and fondled those huge, soft, breasts thoroughly but still she couldn’t cum, her climax simply wasn’t coming no matter how hard she tried.
“Come on, come on please,” I heard her moan to herself as she kept on touching her body, her fingers and her inner thighs being coated with a thick layer of pussy juices. She wanted to come ever so badly but it wasn’t happening for her.
The more she touched the hornier and hotter she became. Her entire body was glowing red, sweat was dripping down her and her pussy was like a stream. However there was still no relief.
