Lena and the Voodoo Dolls

Lena and the Voodoo Dolls

What was to be a simple tutoring session with her professor leaves both Lena and her professor transformed.

Pairings: Futa Human (Lena Trueshield) x Female Draenei (Professor Saliara)

Contains: Transformation (Breast Expansion, Ass Growth, Cock Growth, Ball Growth, Cat Tail, Cow Tail, Cow Horns, Futanarization, Bull Cock), Massive Tits, Massive Cock (36+ inches), Unwitting Transformation, Inappropriate Use of Zandalari Voodoo Dolls, Teacher/Student, Breeding, Slightly Feral, Hyper Endowment, Cum Inflation, Office Sex, School Sex, Domination, Mind Alteration/Hypnosis, Cock Bulge (Stomach), Phantom Cock

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Why would anyone ever

willingly

sign up for this?!

Lena thought, her hurried footsteps carrying through the winding corridors of the University of Dalaran. She was a

paladin

not some wand-waving wizard, a fact that was made plainly obvious by how loudly her plated boots would clank against the marble floors.

And she was late. Embarrassingly so.

Professor Saliara had been gracious enough to offer her a private tutoring lesson. And she was going to let her down. The golden-haired paladin cursed under her breath, adjusting the collar of her yellow robes, painfully aware of the eyes upon her.

She'd purchased the garment specifically for her studies, hoping that it might allow her to fit in with the spellcasters. What a joke that had turned out to be. There was no "fitting in" when one had tits the size of Light-be-damned ^^pumpkins hanging from their chest.

Each hurried step sent those colossal mammaries into fits of wobbling, jostling about in confinement. Even adjusted, her robes seemed perpetually overtight, for the fleshy mass of her bust would overflow from the hemline. In the few months since she'd begun her studies, those ridiculous proportions of hers had earned her more than a few rather unsavory nicknames.

Not only that, but she'd found herself to be rather lacking in all things magic-related. Swinging a sword was easy enough, but manipulating ley lines to summon water elementals and fireballs was beyond her understanding, it seemed. The spell scrolls she'd been told to study might have been written in Eredun for all she understood them. Even the Holy Light, capricious thought it was at times, was a great deal for her to work with.

Out of breath, she finally reached a great oaken door bearing her professor's nameplate:

Saliara, Associate Professor of Leyline Engineering.

Lena paused, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She smoothed her yellow robes, running her hands along their soft fabric, more out of nervousness than any real need to do so, she concluded, mid-act. As if to delay the inevitable for but a moment longer, she adjusted her scarlet-ribboned ponytail before offering the wood a gentle knock.

"Enter," came the melodic, slightly accented voice from within.

Lena pushed the door open slowly. "Professor, I am

so

sorry for being late," she blurted out before she'd even stepped foot inside the professor's office. She closed the door behind herself, wincing at how it slammed louder than she'd intended.

Sat behind an imposing desk, the Draenei's eyes briefly scanned Lena from behind spectacles, gaze slowly briefly when it crossed the vast mounds of Lena's chest. "You're thirty minutes late, Miss Trueshield. I understand you've been having certain difficulties with the Draenic Arcane Theory class, but tardiness has never been an issue with you."

Heat rose to Lena's cheeks, both out of embarrassment and from how her professor's gaze had momentarily fixed upon her chest. Everyone always looked. It was impossible not to.

"I, ah... Got lost."

That

part, at least, was true. Of course, she wouldn't mention how she'd slept in that morning and how she'd completely forgotten their meeting until her roommate had reminded her.

Saliara nodded, putting down her quill, gesturing to the chair opposite her desk. "Well, you're here now. That's what matters. Let us not waste any more time."

Lena settled into the chair, eyes roaming across the myriad magical artifacts adorning the shelves of her professor's office. Every wall was lined with bookshelves, and on the other side of an adjoining room, she could see even

more

books. What caught Lena's attention most of all, however, was a small clay figure standing on the shelf directly behind Saliara's desk, bearing a striking resemblance to the Draenei.

"Now," Saliara began, pulling Lena's attention back, "your understanding of Leyline harmonics is rather concerning, I must say. I can appreciate the effort you put into your most recent essay, but there are many inaccuracies that should be rectified. Let us begin with the basics..."

The tutoring session was painful, to say the least. Despite the Draenei's patient explanations, Lena struggled to grasp even the most fundamental of concepts. Magical theory seemed to be beyond her grasp, eluding her completely.

After perhaps an hour, Saliara removed her spectacles, pinching the bridge of her nose with patience visibly waning. "Perhaps we need a different approach. I have a particular text that might be of assistance. Please go through the first chapter of

Spellcraft Patterns: Elements of Reusable Leyline-Oriented Conjuration

while I go look for it. It should explain things in simple enough terms."

Simple enough?! For what, for my stupid brain?

Lena bit her lip, suppressing a protest. She wanted to cry, to storm out of the office, to simply give up. Instead, she nodded as her professor rose, watching as the Draenei moved to the side office, closing the door behind her with a gentle

click.

As soon as the door closed behind Saliara, a frustrated sigh fell from Lena's lips. Her fingers flipped from one page to the next, attempting to glean at least

something

that could show her teacher she understood at least the fundamentals of what she was teaching. The text, however, proved to be far too dense, far too complex for her to decipher.

Frustration gave way to boredom, her mind seeking escape.

Lena's eyes drifted back to the clay figurine on the shelf. She glanced to the closed door behind which her teacher had gone.

Curiosity gnawed at her for a heartbeat before she set aside her book, rising. She moved around the desk to the shelf, leaning forward to get a closer look at the clay curio. Remarkably detailed, the statuette was no taller than Lena's hand was long from her wrist to the tip of her middle finger, with every feature of her professor rendered with painstaking accuracy. Its clothes, oddly enough, even matched the professor's own.

Huh, wonder who gave this to her. Sure is lifelike...

she thought, glancing at the office door. The mumbling and muffled shuffling coming from the other side told her she still had a few more minutes of free time, at least.

Carefully, she picked up the doll, marvelling at how warm it felt against her skin. Lena ran her thumbs against the miniature Draenei, marveling at how its skin seemed like living flesh rather than clay. On the shelf where had stood the figurine, she could also see a small pile of clay.

A quick, perverse thought came over Lena, then, blue eyes falling on the figurine's chest, chuckling to herself at how the small thing's tits were merely the size of her own nipples. She allowed her thumbs to brush against the doll's chest, pushing on them ever so gently, and finding them strangely squishy. Oddly

lifelike.

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In the side office, Saliara continued rummaging about the room, searching for the specific tome she'd come for.

Closing her eyes, she allowed herself a moment to think...

Where the...?

Then, a sudden sensation, strange and sudden, struck her, and she stiffened.

What the..!!

A strange warmth spread across her chest, and her nipples hardened unexpectedly,

violently.

A shiver ran down her spine. She paused in search of her textbook, momentarily confused by that sudden arousal.

"Haven't had much time to myself lately..." she mumbled to herself, shaking her head and returning to her task. Her work had taken precedence over her physical needs. Perhaps she was simply being reminded of their neglect.

Reaching for a single, promising-looking book, another wave of sensation washed over her, and her breath caught. It was as though something was pushing against her tits, kneading those hefty mounds with deliberate pressure.

She gasped, nearly falling over, gripping a shelf to steady herself.

This was no arousal borne of lack of intimacy, of carnal thoughts unbidden. No, this felt like some external stimulus, magical in nature. The Draenei had studied magic enough to know when some enchantment or transmutation spell was affecting her. She'd not yet figured out exactly

what

it was, however.

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Focused on the doll, Lena remained blissfully unaware of the effect she was having on Professor Saliara. Her fingers found the doll's pin-sized nipples, clearly defined beneath the clay robes. Curious, she gently tweaked them between thumb and forefinger.

So oddly similar to her own clothes...

Lena observed inwardly, wondering if the doll had been some sort of weird vanity project. The thought amused her, how her stern, academic professor might craft a miniature version of herself to keep as decoration. It seemed so out of character.

The paladin's curiosity deepened.

On impulse, she began pulling at the doll's tiny robes, wondering just how anatomically accurate the thing was. The clay garment slid down with surprising ease, leaving the doll bare from the waist up, and revealing a perfectly formed pair of breasts beneath, each capped with minuscule nipples. A perfect mirror of the

real

Saliara's impressive proportions.

Further compelled by the odd thing, and with no professor in sight to stop her, she brought the doll to her lips, allowing her tongue to flick over one of the tiny little nipples. Surprisingly, the thing didn't taste like clay it tasted like - no, no,

no.

That wasn't possible, could it? She laughed softly at the thought. It tasted like skin, slightly tangy.

She drew back slightly in surprise, eyeing the thing for a few heartbeats.

Against her better judgment, she resumed her explorations, licking her lips before diving back down. Gently, she took those minuscule nubs between her lips, suckling gently, alternating from one breast to the other.

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In her centuries of arcane study, Saliara had encountered many forms of magical influence.

This was unlike anything she'd ever seen on Argus or Draenor. This was something she'd only seen practiced by one of Azeroth's many peoples.

"Impossible," she breathed.

Before she could pursue that line of thought any further, the sensation on her breasts shifted, and she felt as though some invisible string was pulling her robes down, exposing more of her chest to the side-office's stuffy, dusty air. Looking down in alarm, she saw that she'd not been imagining things, for her silver gaze came down at the right moment to see her large, round tits pop right out of her dress.

This kind of magic was beyond most of her students, and even beyond many of Dalaran's magi. Her mind raced through possibilities, for there was some connection between the one who'd cast the spell and herself, one she was determined to identify. Once identified, she could prepare a proper counterspell.

A hair sample, a blood relic, a personal item imbued with her essence, or -

"By the Naaru, the doll!" she exclaimed in a half-whisper. The Zandalari voodoo doll. The gift she'd received after the Fourth War. A token of peace. She'd not paid the thing much attention, as she had many other artifacts to study before she could turn her attention to it.

If the doll's magic was currently affecting her, then that surely meant that Lena had gotten her hands on it. And mouth, she realized, as she felt a wet warmth envelop her breast.

She pressed the back of her hand to her lips to suppress a moan. Wet, hot pressure on her left breast, then her right. The feeling was so intense, so unexpected, that she immediately fell to her knees on the room's central, circular carpet.

"Everything okay in there?" came Lena's voice through the door, briefly piercing through the lustful haze of the Draenei's mind.

"Y-yes! I, uh, slipped on a... a very large book! There are so many in here!" the Draenei managed, casting about for a plausible excuse. Luckily for her, Lena had stopped whatever she was doing

just

long enough for her to stutter her reply.

She had to tell the girl to leave so she could properly focus on her problems and avoid her doing anything else with the doll. Her panicked gaze bounced about the room, looking for something,

anything

to give her student, to get her

out

of her office.

But it felt

so good.

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Briefly popping her mouth off one of the miniature Saliara's breasts, Lena's gaze fell upon the small mound of clay that had been placed near the doll's original position.

Mischief sparkled in her eyes and she reached for it. She wouldn't notice some slight alterations to her figurine, would she?

As she held the doll in one hand, her other rolled the clay about, warming and softening it. With creative precision, she began application of the clay, starting with mini-Saliara's already appreciable buttocks. The new material seemed to meld seamlessly with the existing figure, as though it had belonged there, with no seams visible between the original and the added mass.

Lena gave an appreciative hum and a nod as she looked over her work, having nearly doubled the size of the doll's posterior. "Maybe I went a little overboard, there..." she muttered, though didn't consider for a moment removing any of the clay.

Satisfied with the doll's rump, Lena decided the doll needed a few more modifications. Taking more of the extra clay, she slowly pressed small lumps against the Draenei doll's chest, carefully molding them to preserve their natural appearance.

After a few minutes of this, the doll's chest was half again as large as it had been when she'd started, covering most of her ribcage, capped with nipples a fair bit thicker than they'd initially been.

The paladin chuckled to herself. She didn't want to mess around with magical knick-knacks she didn't truly understand, but what harm could come of such a thing?

When she heard a shuffling coming from behind the door, Lena quickly hid the clay doll behind herself, inadvertently pushing a single finger between the doll's legs, forcing them apart.

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Still on her knees on the floor, Saliara began slowly rising, the odd phantom licking and suckling subsiding.

Barely had she started to rise, half-naked as she was, than an arcane buzzing ran through her, as if a wall of energy enveloped her.

"O-oh, this isn't goooOOOOooo-" Her words caught in her throat as the arcane energies coalesced into points, running down her spine before settling on her rear.

The sensation that followed was bizarre. Not painful or unpleasant, though definitely unsettling, as though unseen hands were fondling her rear. With that came the unmistakable sensation of

growth.

Saliara had practised enough transmutation spells to be able to identify them when they struck her.

Twisting awkwardly, the Draenei attempted to look back at her own rear, only being able to see the rapid swelling of her curves beneath her robes. With hips widening to accommodate the change, those fat round cheeks of her visibly grew beneath the fabric. There were no mirrors to speak of in that small study, but what she could see and feel certainly came of no light-trick.

A furious blush bloomed on the Draenei's face, tinting her pink cheeks a soft red.

Before she could even begin to process

those

changes, the arcane buzzing ran her through once more, this time centering on her chest. And, much as it had with her ass, those sensations brought with them the rapid swelling of her bare bust.

Her eyes looked down at herself with an odd blend of horror and arousal - horrousal? - both hands shooting up to cup those large pink mounds of hers, as though that simple act would slow or halt the growth. The pink flesh of her breasts would be seen surging from between her splayed digits, starting with the left, and then the right one, after which came the swelling of her nipples, the hardened nubs gaining in size until they came near the size of ripe, juicy plums.

Perhaps she'd simply miscast her breast suppression spell that morning. Yes, that was it. Why would her student use a voodoo doll to modify her appearance in such a manner?

How

could she, given she could barely even cast the simplest of spells?

But then, why would her tits grow to such immense proportions, far larger than their usual size? She'd

never

cast a spell wrong before. Why now?

And what, by the Naaru, was causing the sensations she'd felt upon her tits?

Panic took her, and she began to rise, shuffling awkwardly on the floor given her new weight distribution.

As she did so, however, some invisible force

pushed

her legs apart, forcing her back onto the floor with an

oompf!

bringing with it a large, warm and incredibly pleasant pressure upon her slit.

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Given that no one left that study, and given the continued shuffling and thumping that came from the other side of the door, Lena brought the doll back into her line of sight, intent on continuing her exploration of it.

What harm can come of such a thing?

she mused.

If truly this was a thing too dangerous for a novice like me to get their hands on, then surely it would have been locked away, kept away from curious eyes...

As she pondered the next additions to the doll, Lena's fingers found their way to the thick nubs sat atop each of her professor's breasts, idly rolling them about between finger and thumb, finger still pressed upon the doll's slit.

Her eyes wandered to the Draenei's tail. Smooth, tapering to a point, and adorned with crystal-incrusted jewelry was that appendage. Something about it, however, felt far too plain for a woman as exotic as Professor Saliara.

Taking the doll's tail between her fingers, she pushed upon the end slightly to round it out, making it a tiny bit shorter in the process. To her amazement, the clay seemed to shift into something beyond her immediate intent, soon taking on the appearance of a cat's tail, a furred texture appearing upon it.

"Odd," she whispered to herself, glancing towards the door beyond which she'd thought a moan had come. With a little added clay, she decided to lengthen the doll's hair. Not by any massive amount, but well enough to be noticeable.

Having made these modifications, Lena's increasingly aroused state prompted her to do something even more depraved. She eyed the doll, remembering how its breasts had

not

tasted of clay, how it had tasted like actual skin... And she realized where her finger had been pressed for the last minute or two.

She removed her finger, raising her eyebrows as a thin strand of clear liquid kept her fingertip connected to the doll's visibly drooling pussy. Curiosity got the better of her, and she brought her finger to her lips, slowly tasting the clear liquid.

Okay, this might be a little too weird...

she thought, trying to remind herself of how odd this all was. And yet, her mind couldn't deny the fact that the liquid had the tangy taste of a woman's arousal.

No way.