This story contains massive BE and lactation. If either of those things are something you dislike, I would hit back.
This story has been drastically revised with another two thousand words in volume one of Changelog, my quarterly short story collection. Contact me for more.
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Sabine drummed her fingers on the table as she waited for Lyla. It had only been a week since they had met, but every minute of it had rankled her nerves—as she said to anyone who would listen. And yet, despite the vocal dislike, she was anticipating the other woman's arrival, her eyes flicking to the window each time someone walked past. While she outwardly wished to be as far away as she could be from the apparent apprentice of the magic arts, it was hard to ignore that she was effectively on another a date with her.
Hopefully, today was the last time. Hopefully, today Lyla would say she had a way to undo the curse that had caused them to both grow a significant, and ever increasing, amount of boob. As if that was not enough, they were both lactating after the witch-in-training had used the incantation that was supposed to halt the spell's effects.
She still was not entirely certain why they were both growing. Lyla had rambled on about how the result was ostensibly from both casting in anger and using a blessing as a curse. So although Sabine had been the target of the spell, she was experiencing reciprocal growth. As much as Sabine grew, she would grow more.
The extent of that development was evident as she came into the cafe, her long coat open with a scarf tucked into it. Her upper body was dominated by the biggest set of tits Sabine had ever seen and that was saying something considering both her own significant endowments and the fact that they had been together for many hours of the last seven days.
The slim-waisted, raven-haired woman hung her long coat on the hook outside the booth. Her otherwise baggy shirt was struggling to fit around a pair of boobs nearly as big as her head. Bright caramel cleavage spilled out of the stretched out collar and flashed from under the shirt's hem. Suspended as it was, the shirt half way up her toned stomach, showing off even more skin as well as vibrant, intricate tattoos. It was not just her shirt that was strained either, the waistband of her jeans was very obviously digging into her hips.
"Thanks for meeting with me again," she said as she pulled off her gloves and undid her scarf. "How're you doing?"
Even with her off-putting, ice-blue eyes, her raised eyebrows and her purple-stained lips combined into an expression that read as both concern and pity. Sabine felt her heart flutter before she thought to brush off the feeling that Lyla cared. She then instantly regretted it, the young witch really was trying.
The thought that she genuinely regretted her actions and was trying her very best to atone for them was a relatively new development. At the outset, the college sophomore had been certain the only reason the voodoo priestess, or whatever Lyla happened to be, was trying to find a solution was because she, too, was growing. Sabine had fully believed that the witch-in-training only wanted to help to make sure her master did not find out and that she did not grow to immobility.
"Oh, I'm great. Never better, I always wanted to add six inches and who knows how many pounds to my bust. Did you know I'm a friggin' 36F now? Want to know how I know? I went out and bought clothes when you told me things should be winding down and yet, here we are."
Lyla shushed her and leaned in to whisper, standing on her tip-toes to do so. Her hands were spread wide on the raised table for balance, which only accentuated her bustline. "It, uh, it looks like you haven't grown all that much since yesterday at least?"
Sabine smirked, the regard she was feeling swelling in spite of herself. "You know that's a lie. If anything, I'm growing faster than ever. In the three days since you said you undid the spell, I've gained three inches. I'm college student. I can't afford bras this big, especially if I'm gonna keep growing!"
"I was trying to be hopeful, everything seemed like it was part of the spell resolving, but you're right. I know I've added at least two inches since last night alone."
"If you grew two, I'm probably up about one myself." Sabine said as she let out a sigh and looked down. After just a week, her once barely-there boobs were each almost bigger than what she could cup with one hand. Even the generously over sized sweater dress she had bought a couple days ago was being pulled down to reveal pale skin. Though she had relived herself that morning, filling most of a moderately sized mason jar with breast milk, the shadows of veins were already starting to show.
"I had no idea the ending incantation would cause things to accelerate like this," Lyla said as she slipped into the booth. Her considerable boobs jiggling with each hopping scoot. The witch reached out to put her hand on Sabine's arm. "I really am sorry."
Sabine avoided the touch, raising her arm to tuck a loose lock of black hair back behind her ear. She looked out the window at the fall weather. "You're more sorry your frigging curse rebounded on you, I'm sure."
"Not really," Lyla laughed, setting off more jiggling. "I had been considering altering my figure for a while now. It's honestly why the spell was the first one that came to mind. I had been practicing it before I went to get groceries. I would never have do it ff I had known that casting it as a curse would mean I could not dispel it."
She snapped her fingers. "Oh! That reminds me. Speaking of the results of trying to dispel, I filled half a mason jar this morning. How, um, how much are you making at this point?"
"About the same, maybe a little less." She had not bothered to measure and had, instead, squeezed herself for relief while in the shower. "That fascinating fact aside, even if you could turn it off, you were willingly going to blow up your boobs to the size of watermelons? Are you insane?"
"Maybe? I do talk to spirits and think that burning candles can change the outcome of an event. Those are both pretty insane things, wouldn't you say?"
"That's...well..." Despite herself, Sabine blushed. Her ignorant words from their first meeting being thrown back at her.
"You know, maybe the reason I've been so shitty towards you is I hate that I made someone so positive act in such a negative way." She blinked after she said it, realizing she had accidentally vocalized her thought.
Lyla flashed her a grin. "I'm glad we got that out of the way. I mean, that is to say, I appreciate that you've stopped feeling like I was out to get you."
Sabine put her hands back on the table and Lyla placed hers over them.
"Do you want to come up to my place as see if this new spell does the trick?"
"You've been holding out on me to see if I'd apologize?" She jerked away. "I can't believe you! Can't believe I had finally let myself think you cared!"
"Nononono!" The apprentice waved her hands frantically. "That's not it! I figured it out last night. I was going to do the spell at your place so you'd be more comfortable and-"
"Oh!" Sabine sat back, crossing her arms under her bust. "Why didn't you say that then?"
"I thought it was obvious, I forget you don't intuit the way I do. Though I also suspect you don't think about safe set and setting the same way I have to either."
"How so?"
"Casting spells correctly needs to happen in a place and at a time when both parties feel comfortable."
"Then how do those street vendors tell fortunes?"
"They are comfortable communing with any and all city spirits nearby. For them, being outside is a safe place."
"Okay...so why do it at my place if I was still hostile? Not saying I'm not-"
"Oh, I know. You'll likely never completely trust me, but I'm used to that. Anyway, um, right! Your place. That's mostly so that you didn't think I was taking you somewhere to experiment on you or something like that."
"Ah."
They sat quietly for a moment, sipping their drinks and watching students other students moving about on campus.
"So, Lyla, uh, is your place close?"
The witch's apartment was actually one of the spaces over the row of shops the cafe was in. The small flat was a couple rooms centered around an open kitchen. A couple bowls were in the sink with a pot. A rice cooker was on standby. The two bedrooms were walled with bookshelves jammed full. A low, square table sat in the room to the left and a pillow was on the floor nearby. It was covered in open books, candles, and notes. On the right, an unmade bed was against the wall between two shelves. Folded clothes were in a pile on it.
"Sorry for the mess, I've not really had time to do anything with all the research I've been doing."
"I can understand. So, how do we undo the spell?"
"I need a moment to prepare and then it'll just be a quick couple of words." She walked over to the table. "Can you help me with this?"
They picked up the table and moved it to the side, revealing a complex circle drawn in faded chalk. Lyla then grabbed a big piece of chalk and retouched the lines. "Can you grab those candles? The ones on the shelf."
"These?" Sabine held up a pillar of green wax as thick as her arm. It had a complex series of runes inscribed on the surface underneath rivulets of melted wax from being used a couple times.
"Yeah. Put that green one over there, it represents the energy from the Earth, the grounding influence of dirt, the steadying power of the roots of trees."
