This is, ostensibly, fan-fiction of a friend's OCs who are in a "Will they? Won't they?" kind of relationship right now and is me giving them a kick in the ass to resolve the plot thread already.
There is a lot of
romance
and
"soap"
up front followed by
breast expansion
to
sizes I usually avoid but am making an exception for
since this is the culmination of
a long-burning relationship between two women
with
size kink
s. Other things include
hypnosis
,
increased sense of pleasure
,
size difference
,
facesitting
, and
lactation
.
Needless to say, if
any
of that sounds awful, I would advise clicking back. |
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4731
Maddie, only wearing the evening's shadows and a long shirt which draped much further down the back of her legs than the front, yawned as she stepped off the stairs up to the refinished loft of their rented warehouse. Each step made her recently expanded bust quake in a way that kept fanning the embers of a raging personal fire she had finally managed to get under control. She had not meant for them to get so far past her waist, but it had been hard to stop, too.
Between this being the twelveth hour of pouring her magic into a seething concoction and still dealing with the fallout of her recent,
supernatural
encounters, she felt beyond drained. Even with her shower just now, a wrung sponge probably had more juice than she did. She was tired and sore and wanted to sleep but, she needed to look in on her brew now that it had been going for half a day.
Tucking her damp silver locks back behind her ears, Maddie peeked into the workspace she shared with Cassandra. The potion in her cauldron towards the back corner was no longer the sickly acid-green from earlier but a brilliant pastel purple that glittered and frothed. A second wind rose around her as excitement pushed aside exhaustion. Her latest-
and greatest
-idea had finally congealed into completion!
"Could you have your swelling theme music moment somewhere else, Pumpkin Tits?" Cass said, in her ever dour Ukrainian-Romani accent. She had not even looked up from her work to deliver the barb, her head ringed by purple-blue smoke that wove around her messy bun. "Some of us
actually
worked all day instead of getting off for the last twelve hours."
"Hey! That
was
working!" Maddie snapped back, sticking her tongue out at her begrudging roommate, sort-of business partner, and maybe even something
else
now. "My getting off was part of the spell's focus, Bubble Butt!"
"Oh? It
was
, was it? You needed to have a screaming orgasm
every
hour for the last twelve?" Cass spun around on her stool. Her pale cheeks and the white fabric of her snarky
Curse Words
t-shirt were both streaked with soot from her etching runes into her wooden project. Several poofy and curly strands of her night-black hair had escaped from their restraining hair tie and hung over her prominent nose like a storm front. From behind those clouds, her black eyes flashed blue in imitation of distant lightning. "Was me listening to you all day also necessary or just an added benefit?"
"Whatever," Maddie said, stepping over the threshold into the vast room that had been a storeroom in its previous life and was now home to a room-spanning waist-high workbench. "You know you enjoyed listening to me moan all day."
As she slipped through the humming wards, her barely an outfit morphed into a thick, well-worn dark-brown leather apron over a long-sleeved shirt, equally heavy pants, and work boots. It was her go-to outfit for dealing with scalding hot well,
anything
really-because getting burned seriously sucked. Well,
that
and the fact that these work clothes always resized to fit her body.
"In fact," she continued, her half-occupied mind returning to their normal bickering pattern, forgetting all of the tension built between them right now. "I bet you thought about joining me
at least
once."
"Oh
totally
," Cass said, her voice dripping sarcasm as her eyes flashed again. "I mean, why
wouldn't
I be all hot for you after finding out that us hooking up
every night
for more than a week was
not
you