Forbidden Magic Ch 01 Study Hall

Note: All characters are over 18.

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"Uh, hey do you mind if I sit here?"

Her voice was soft and low. I hurriedly shut my book and glanced across the thin table, locking eyes with a young witch. She was slim, with curly brown hair tucked beneath a patterned bandana.

My gaze rested on her face for what must have been far too long, because she leaned back and gave an awkward chuckle, twirling a bit of her hair over her ears.

I smiled back and averted my eyes.

"Oh yeah, certainly," I replied, "I'm just studying for History of Magic with Hornsen, the big test is tomorrow."

She stood up and clasped her hands together with excitement.

"Really? Me too!" she exclaimed as she dropped a heavy set of books onto the table.

"Let's study together!"

I nodded in agreement. As she placed her cloak on the table beside her books, I couldn't help but stare at her chest. She was wearing a loosely buttoned tunic, with a few of the top buttons undone. The middle button seemed to be under enormous strain, the fabric stretched enough that it seemed like any more stress would cause it to fail. Her cleavage swayed with her every movement, and as she put her books into position she seemed to be a bit clumsy, as though the weight of her breasts were throwing off her balance. I couldn't look away.

The witch swung a leg over the chair and leaned forward, bracing against the table as she sat down across from me. I was transfixed as her massive breasts swam in her shirt with every movement. The sensuality of it seemed so out of place- she looked like such a plain girl, and yet this particular element of her body was excessively erotic, as though it were grafted onto her from another woman.

I looked up to see that she was staring at me. I gulped as a wide smile began to spread across her face.

"So... what chapter are you on?" she asked in a soft whisper.

"Oh.." I replied clumsily, as I tried to regain my composure, "chapter five, forbidden magic in the southern isles."

She licked her thumb and quickly flipped through the pages of her book. I could see that she had scribbled in the book quite heavily- every margin seemed to be packed with small writing and diagrams. Leaflets of paper and fabric were fastened to various pages. It was all quite fascinating, and yet I still couldn't stop stealing glances at her cleavage, which was squashed against the table beyond the book, with her elbows spread wide to make room for her huge breasts trapped within.

We spent the next hour discussing the chapter, reviewing questions we believed our professor might ask. She was quite knowedlegable, answering every question with detailed and precise responses. She was kind and oddly charismatic, guiding me through misunderstandings and exploring aspects of the material I had never considered.

"There is no such thing as forbidden magic." she stated, waving her hand in the air to emphasize the absurdity of the label.

"There's just magic. It gives and it takes. We can't restrain ourselves to boring and predictable spells..."

She paused, closing her eyes for a moment. She took a deep breath.

"Our enemies won't hesitate to use magic that we've banned, just because we say so."

I nodded in agreement. In my pants my cock had started to stiffen. She was just so hot.

She sat back down in her seat, leaning towards me.

"Want to see some forbidden magic?" she whispered, "I know a spell that I think you'll like."

Under the table, she placed her bare foot on my crotch.

I stared at her, slack-jawed. I tried to muster the word "Yes!", but it came out mumbled.

The witch looked around the library, and with a coy smile whispered, "We're alone, perfect. Come with me."

She stood up and grabbed my hand, leading me over to a secluded study room lined with cushions and large armchairs. She whispered something under her breath, and a faint spark omitted from her lips, causing the door to close and lighting the fireplace that was tucked in the corner of the room.

Who is she? I thought. This magic was far beyond anything I had seen as a first year student, and she casted it so effortlessly.

She lead me over to an armchair, and sat me down. She stared into my eyes and licked her lips slowly. Her gaze lowered until it was pointed firmly at my cock, which had started throbbing with anticipation. She kneeled down in front of me, almost toppling forward at the weight of her own breasts, but steadied herself at the last moment. She looked up at me, as she slowly unbuttoned my pants.

"This is a spell I've been working on for months," she whispered.

She parted my waistband, and pulled the fabric down, causing my cock to spring out. Her eyes went wide with surprise. It was bigger than she had expected, I imagined. Girls were always shocked when I whipped it out. I took quite a lot of pride in that.

"Oh this will do just fine," she cooed as she leaned forward and licked the tip of my cock.

I convulsed at the soft warmth of her tongue as she started to work the bottom of my shaft with her other hand.

"First, let's get you nice and slippery..."

She coated my cock with saliva, licking and sucking gently as she pleasured me. It was incredible. Her hands were delicate as they stroked back and forth, while her long tongue was surprisingly agile, wrapping around and exploring every inch of my huge dick. I was starting to feel the urge to cum welling up inside. My cock twitched.

"Nah-ah!" she laughed, "you're not cumming yet. I have big plans for this load. I hope you haven't jacked off in a while..."

"I haven't..." I responded through the pleasure. That was a lie, but I didn't want to ruin the moment.

She chanted a small spell, and I felt a sharp tinge of pain pass through my cock. My balls began to ache.

"What... what was that?" I panted.

"That was to make sure you don't cum until I say so." she responded with a hint of sinister energy. I was surprised at this sudden turn, but I couldn't deny how hot it was. I felt a pressure in my balls begin to grow, and suddenly the urge to cum began to dissipate. I didn't quite understand what was happening, but I wasn't going to stop now and ask questions.

She released my cock and leaned back, thrusting her chest out.

"You like big tits, don't you?" she purred.

"Of course you do. All of you men love tits. You couldn't take your eyes off of these the whole night."

She started to undo the strained buttons, but then suddenly paused.

"Actually, let's keep this on," she mused to herself as she fastened the top buttons, "I want to see what happens."

Her tunic was barely able to contain her oversized breasts as is, and with all of the buttons closed, it looked like it was going to tear to pieces.

She lifted up the bottom of the shirt, and wrapped her tits around my throbbing cock. My dick was massive, but it disappeared easily into her immense breasts. She wiggled a little and slid them down the shaft until they were resting on my thighs. The tip of my cock poked through the top of her cleavage, and she looked at it with more joy than I expected.

"I've never had a dick that could make it all the way through," she laughed.

She began to suck the tip of my cock as she rubbed her breasts up and down my shaft, keeping it lubricated with her tongue. Her tits were incredibly soft, like fluffy clouds of flesh, warm and inviting. I didn't stand a chance, it wasn't long before I felt the cum pooling up inside me.

I felt like she could sense it too. She looked up at me, and with a smile, mumbled something under her breath. I felt a tinge in balls again, and suddenly, it was like the floodgates had opened. In an instant I started to cum, the pleasure striking me immediately, sending shockwaves through my body. My head crooked back and with an open-mouthed gasp I ejaculated a hot load deep into her cleavage. She squished her breasts against my cock, trapping the semen deep between her canyons of flesh. I gasped again as more cum pumped out of my cock. It was an orgasm unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It was protracted, every time I felt like the ejacualtion was over, more of it flooded out.

After almost thirty seconds of violent pumps of ejaculation, she began to look worried. I felt dizzy, like there was still more semen left inside me. I couldn't fathom where it was all coming from. She struggled to keep the dripping cum trapped between her breasts but it started to drip out of the bottom, sliding down her skin and splattering on her skirt. Pools of cum were spraying out of the top, and she looked at me with a shocked expression, tinged with fear.

"I don't know what's happening," she began, "it's not supposed to go on this long...."

I began to feel the last bits of semen squirt out, my dick hurting and aching from all of the stress. I slumped back in the chair, as she slid her breast up and released my semi-flaccid cock. It flopped to the side of my thigh with dry "plop". I was still a little faint, but I looked down at it and was suddenly confused. Wasn't my cock just covered in a mountain of cum? Where is all that jizz?

She leaned back and placed her hands on her knees. There was a stream of cum on the floor beneath her, but otherwise her breasts were completely dry. They had managed to stay in her tight tunic, miraculously her buttons had held firm.

She took a breath and looked up at me with a mixture of worry and excitement.

"I didn't expect so much cum." she said flatly.

"Usually that spell doesn't work so well... I guess we'll have to see what happ-"

Suddenly she gasped and slumped forward.

"Hey.." I began, suddenly realizing I didn't know her name, "are you okay?"

She remained silent, but I could tell something was going on, that she was trying with every fiber of her being to resist reacting.

Suddenly, her top button burst, dislodging from her shirt and landing at my feet. I looked up, and saw that her tunic seemed to be growing tighter by the second. She continued looking down, slumped forward with her curly bangs covering her face. I could see beneath one of her curls that she was biting her lip, a crooked smile spreading across her lips.

"PING!" another button snapped, staying fixed to the shirt but shredding the fabric. I could see her flesh expanding through the gaps between buttons, as though her breasts were starting fo fill up.

"All that cum I absorbed..." she whispered to herself, "This is my favorite part..."

Her right hand jutted down into her skirt, while she braced herself with her other hand placed on the floor behind her as she kneeled.

"POP!" another button burst. The rate of growth seemed to be speeding up. The tunic began to balloon outward, propelled by the growing mass of flesh contained within. Her nipples tented the fabric at the bottom, pushing outward like two fingers pressing through a pillowcase. I reached out and grabbed them through her tunic, squeezing them and lifting. Her breasts were extremely heavy, it was almost impossible to lift them without holding them from below. I released them and she yelped, quivering in ecstasy as she began to frantically masturbate.

With a resounding tear another button burst open. Now her breasts had begun to slip out from the bottom of her shirt, her huge nipples quivering as they extended downward toward her waist. Free from the shirt, they bulged farther and farther down until her nipples were almost touching her thighs.

As I watched her grow, my cock started to harden again. She was chanting something through her gasps, and I felt that familiar tinge in my balls again. This time it felt different though, like she was losing control of her own spell. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain as my cock began to thump, like too much blood was rushing to it with nowhere to go. I stood up from the armchair, feeling suddenly compelled to stick my cock in something, anything. She looked up at me, and then down at my huge cock, and I knew what I had to do.

I slammed the cock into her mouth, forcing it in as far as it could go, which was about half way in before colliding with the back of her throat. She gulped, but didn't stop touching herself for a moment. I grabbed her head and started to move it back and forth, as she worked her tongue around my cock in a way that implied she'd done this kind of thing countless times before.

Her breasts had stopped growing, having bursted through every button on her tunic. The cloth had stretched to its absolute limits, distorted to the point of barely being recognizable as a shirt. I wanted to see her get even bigger, and nothing was going to stop me from pumping more cum into her and seeing what happened. I was determined now.

I felt myself edging ever closer to an orgasm, but something was stopping me. I kept getting closer and closer but never reaching it. She licked and sucked so well that I was burning up with pleasure, feeling every caress of her tongue across my pulsating cock. I must have edged for more than a quarter of an hour, until I couldn't stand it any more.

"Let me cum!" I begged.

She released my cock from her mouth, and looked up at me.

"You need to cum between my tits," she ordered, "or the spell won't work."

She pushed me down into the chair, and climbed on top of me, wrapping my cock in her warm thighs. She squeezed tightly as the tip plunged in between her tits from below. She sat sideways across my lap, with one arm wrapped around me and the other braced against my knee.

"'I'm not going to let a single drop go to waste..." she whispered in my ear, as she squeezed her thighs tighter around my throbbing dick. She bounced up and down, causing her tits to slide against the tip of my cock, terrorizing me with intense pleasure. I felt like I was going to burst at any moment, my dick filling with so much blood that I wondered if my skin was going to tear apart.

She spoke another spell between panting breaths, as her nipples flicked back and forth with each bounce. I felt an intense pressure building in the base of my cock, subtle at first but rapidly building into a flood of paralyzing sensation. I became lightheaded in a moment, as my cock twitched and pumped, when a sudden river of semen forced its way out. I slumped backwards as my pelvis spasmed violently, sending her tits skyward with each thrust.

The shaft of my cock slid against the outside of her underwear. I felt her shudder with each bounce as I filled the cavity between her immense breasts with hot cum. She squeezed her tits tightly around the flow, keeping all of it trapped inside. She swung her head back as her tongue jutted out, letting out a small gasp as her tunic began to tear with a loud ripping sound, the fabric splitting and tearing as her breasts continued to inflate in volume.

I started to regain consciousness as her already gigantic breasts continued to pump bigger, rounder, fuller. The tunic had bunched up at the top, all the buttons destroyed as the final stretch of fabric gave way. The tunic flung to the sides as it split in two, allowing her two immense mounds of flesh to continue their expansion. The nipples were hanging low and brushing against her thighs, but the increasing volume was lifting them upwards as more flesh was created miraculously all around them. It was a sight to behold, a true wonder that her skin was able to expand and accommodate such intense growth. That must be part of the magic, I thought.

After three minutes of ejaculating, I started to feel the flow coming to an end. Her breasts had swelled up to such a size that I almost couldn't see around them anymore. Suddenly, with a massive SLAM the armchair we were in broke, its slim wooden leggs splintering under the immense weight of her new body. I hadn't noticed, but she had become unbearable heavy, as though each breast weighed as much as an entire woman.

We tumbled onto the ground, her breasts coming down on top of us and pinning me under her body. She seemed to be lost in the feeling, an orgasmic empty expression on her face, drool pouring from the sides of her mouth. Her nipples were each the size of a fist, and stuck up straight in the air, two spires perched atop mountains of flesh.

I gently wiggled my way out from underneath her, and shakily stood up. My cock hung down, flaccid and thoroughly emptied. It hung to just above my knee. My massive cock that had finally met its match.

The witch was now more breast than woman, a tiny body buried beneath two mounds of jiggling flesh, inflated like sloshing sacks of water reaching almost four feet high and just as wide.I could see her panties were throughly soaked in her own juices, her hand peaking out beneath the mound of flesh and still inserted into her skirt from under the waistband. There was a huge and unmistakable smile spread across her sweaty face, framed within a soft mess of dark curls splayed on the floor beneath her head. She was still stunningly pretty, with tender features that felt out of sync with the impossible breasts she was attached to.

I leaned forward and fell gently onto the pillowy softness of her left breast, my cock slapping against the side of it. I rested my head in crossed arms, taking a moment to just look at her as she panted and wheezed. She started back at me, her brown eyes shimmering.

"I'm Claire, by the way"... she said.

"Mathew," I responded softly.

"I think..." she began, "I think that we're ready for the test, haha!"

We both laughed. Despite this little diversion, I actually did feel ready for the test. I had her to thank for that.

I laid my head back down on her breast, feeling like a small boat on a vast ocean of flesh.

"I have been studying the kind of magic we're not supposed to talk about," Claire continued, "and there's others just like me."

I looked up at her.

"How many others?" I asked. My heart started to pound a little, as I wondered what other kinds of kinky magic was out there, and which innocent classmates of mine were secretly practicing it in the dark corners of the academy.

"More than you imagine. Just you wait, we're going to have so much fun this semester!"

To be Continued -