Continuing from Breakfast at Melanie's...
A burst of magical energy crashed into Katrina. She strained to look beyond the great expanse of her roommate Melanie's breasts, which were resting heavily atop her own swollen bosom, restraining her movement and limiting her vision. There could be no mistaking the figure standing in her doorway. She was admittedly a neophyte mage, still early in her studies, but she couldn't fathom how her mistress had found her here.
Still, her mistress' timing couldn't have been better. After a leisurely morning in which she shared her first kiss — and so much more — with Melanie, her uncontrolled magic had grown their breasts so large that they wouldn't be walking away from her bed anytime soon. At least, not without some means of counteracting her rogue spell.
Melanie was engaged in her own heroic efforts, struggling with the massive weight of her breasts, which had grown over and beyond Kat's to hang over the far edge of her roommate's bed. She twisted to look over her shoulder, matching Kat's gaze towards their unexpected guest. Today she learned that magic was real, as evidenced by her still growing bosom, but she could never have imagined the incredible vision standing just outside Kat's doorway.
This woman — Mel remembered that Kat had called her "Mistress" — was strikingly beautiful. She exuded an aura of calm confidence, her short dark hair and arched eyebrows bestowing upon her a severe, commanding air. She wore a ruby red lip coloring, matching the red stilettos in which she towered incredibly high, though she'd clearly be very tall even without them. Most of her body, however, was hidden from Mel's view.
Mistress' majestic breasts filled Mel's vision. They projected several arm-lengths in front of her and extended below her knees, but despite their impossibly colossal size, they seemed magically perky and didn't appear to be any burden to her movements. Mel found it difficult to see more than brief flashes of Mistress' body behind them, though she was able to catch a glimpse of toned, slender arms and bare legs. Mistress' expansive chest was obscured behind a curious dark cloth covering; it seemed to Mel's untrained eyes like something between a poncho and a robe.
She couldn't imagine how this woman could stand upright, let alone walk in stilettos. She received a partial answer a moment later when Mistress stepped into the room, squeezing one enormous breast at a time through Kat's doorway. She could feel waves of energy emanating from the titanic bosom just a few feet away. This woman's magical power was clearly immense.
She lowered her eyes, peering at the vast undersides of Mistress' chest, and saw a great volume of opaque white liquid dripping through the dark cloth. Kat's milk-soaked carpet was clearly far beyond its absorbency limit, as a growing milky puddle was quickly spreading on the floor from Mistress' prolific lactation.
Mistress' slender toes were held firmly to her stilettos with strips of red leather. Mel stared intently, seeing that Mistress' delicate feet were soaking wet but not with milk; rather, they were slathered in a translucent liquid that seemed to be continuously dripping down her bare legs from somewhere above.
Mel felt her mouth fall open.
"Mistress is... beautiful!" she gasped. She turned to meet Kat's eyes, unexpectedly seeing her blushing a crimson red.
"Mistress, I can explain! I was just practicing liquid magic control with Melanie, like you taught me..." Kat rushed, clearly mortified. She nervously brushed a mess of her milk-soaked blonde hair behind her ear.
"No, it was my fault! I shouldn't have had so much of her milk!" Mel interrupted, turning back towards Mistress, feeling compelled to defend her roommate.
Mistress' eyes widened for a moment. She allowed herself a smirk, then spoke with low, velvety tones.
"You, girl," she intoned, staring at Mel. "You drank Katrina's milk?"
Mel wasn't prepared for the intensity of Mistress' gaze.
"I... well... yes..." she offered in a weak voice, stammering a reply.
"Actually, it was most of my breakfast today," she admitted sheepishly.
Mistress harrumphed at her.
"Did you drink straight from her breasts, girl?" she spoke insistently in her sultry voice.
Mel's heart dropped, fearing that she'd committed some grave transgression, and her eyes widened. That was answer enough for Mistress, who tensed up in reaction to Mel's silent confession.
Mistress raised a hand and a piercingly loud snap echoed throughout the room. Mel felt her legs and taut bottom lifting into the air, leaving the soaked carpet below. Kat had floated upwards as well, and the two roommates shared a long, confused stare as Mel did a slow half-turn in mid-air. A moment later, they were gently lowered onto the edge of Kat's bed next to each other, facing towards the doorway, their colossal chests spread before them on the floor.
"Now then..." Mistress started, but the full lengths of Mel's oversized nipples had just come into view. Her mouth dropped open and a large gush of her arousal soaked her feet and the carpet between her legs.
"Never have I seen such raw talent. Not even on the Archmage herself!" she marveled, her eyes wide.
Mel's teats had always been incredibly thick and embarrassingly long, often betraying her arousal by tenting great peaks into her shirts. Under the influence of Kat's miscast magic earlier that morning, they had swollen to an incredible new size. They were easily as thick as her wrist, hot and achingly firm as they stretched even longer than her entire arm. They bounced and swayed in the air several feet in front of her colossal breasts, lazily dripping her own milk into the growing puddle near Mistress' feet.
With Mistress still stunned at Mel's natural talents, Kat quickly leaned over and Mel felt hot breath on her ear.
"I told Mistress Zara about you after we met at the coffee shop. She didn't believe me! I think she does now, though," Kat whispered, giggling. She poked out her tongue, licking slowly along Mel's ear.
