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“And... there,” Jane nodded, waving her wand over the ashy powder she had carefully ground up with a pestle and mortar. A puff of smoke obscured the tin plate she had decanted the small pile onto, which upon clearing had disappeared. Just about to grin, Jane’s elfin features turned her expression to one of confusion as she saw only an empty space on the bench in front of her. She had seen illustrations in books, and even a similar spell cast before, and couldn’t understand why a small fire nymph hadn’t been created before her. The smoke dissipated completely, and Jane dragged a strand of her long, light blonde hair behind her ear. She glanced about, soon discovering an unanticipated outcome,
“Oh my!” she exclaimed, seeing that her burlap robes had billowed out in front of her where a large, protruding belly stuck starkly out from her midriff. Jane licked her lips nervously as sweat formed on her brow and she tried re-reading the spell to ascertain where she had gone wrong. Her pulse quickened as she flustered and fussed over the passages, unable to retrace her steps,
“Oh bother... oh well... just a minor error,” she told herself, “A slight mishap,”
But the movement within her told her the contents of her belly were somewhat larger than just a nymph. Jane was certain that there was now a baby in her womb,
“I shan’t have gone far wrong,” she reasoned, muttering an ‘undo’ incantation and twirling her wand once more. But this time she saw what happened and her eyes widened anxiously as her belly bloomed significantly larger. Jane stood frozen with her wand in her hand, already feeling out of her depth as another sensation attracted her attention. She felt two definite sets of independent movements within her distended tummy, indicating twins now resided there,
“Oh... that’s a... level two transmogrification,” she spluttered, trying to ground herself in her lessons, “What do they call it... in utero dulcification,”
Instantly her belly tingled and then lurched outwards by a distance of some inches, Jane having to take a step forwards as the weight on her hips intensified noticeably and her knees bowed slightly by her increased mass. She looked in shock from her flourishing bump to the wand she still absentmindedly held in her right hand,
“Oh... b-bother! How c-clumsy of me!” Jane squeaked, thinking back to a time when a similar accident had resulted in a small fireball pinging around the room. This was much more serious however. She quickly put her wand down before she could cause any more trouble with it and regarded her ripened stomach,
“Ah... erm... four babies then,” she said aloud with an anxious chuckle, “Never heard of that one before!”
The mage studied the yellowed pages of the open book in front of her, but quickly found that wherever she had gone wrong in the fire nymph spell, there was nothing in there that could solve her current predicament. Jane’s cheeks shone bright red as they tended to when the youngster was under stress,
“The master will not be pleased, he said that even a cretin could summon a fire nymph,” she worried, glancing at the darting pendulum of the carved wooden clock hung on the wall. It was true; her tutor had left on some errands that morning for Jane to practice this level one spell unsupervised. Never in all of his 212 years of magic teaching had the professor observed or even heard of an apprentice go any further wrong than some scorched fingertips or a burned-out pot. And yet here Jane stood, quadruplets kicking inside her whilst she wondered nervously how to fix the problem,
“I should wait for him to return home,” she decided, nodding to convince herself she was making the right decision. But just then she felt a twinge in the bottom of her spine as a baby kicked from within her. Jane passed her hand across the fabric of the hessian robes spanning her belly. She was very large. Large enough to be overdue. Large enough to give birth at any moment. The apprentice glanced again towards the clock; the master wouldn’t return for another few hours, and as her babies stirred again, she felt on the verge of going into labor at any moment,
“Oh, I don’t want four babies to greet his return! He will be very angry!” Jane panicked, “And childbirth is said to be very painful!” another contraction made her wince, “I can’t give birth to four babies!” she rifled through the spellbook in front of her, “I must find the solution on my own... besides, it will be good for my studies! Master will be so proud when I... no! I mustn’t tell him about this!”
The student had learned and practiced banishing spells plenty of times, which should be all that was required to rid herself of her unwanted brood. She just had to upgrade it slightly. The butterflies in her tummy vied with Jane’s stirring babies for attention as she quickly traced down each scorch-edged page of the spellbook. Page after page went by, merely confirming that there was no solution to the apprentice’s problem contained within its parchment. The leather binding crinkled as Jane slammed the book shut, pursing her lips uncertainly as she pondered what to do next, turning her head hesitantly towards the ancient bookshelf lining the far wall of the workshop. It was an imposing structure, its many and myriad tomes stacked in no discernible order, with racks and pots of tied scrolls placed around its base. Jane’s master was clear on his rules with regard to the bookshelf; she was not allowed to meddle with the books contained on it unsupervised. The master would always personally select the spellbook the days’ lesson would be drawn from to ensure that unexpected results were kept to a minimum. Jane leaned on the back cover of the book on the desk in front of her, head bowed as she tried to come to a decision; she knew she wasn’t allowed to browse the dark wooden shelves, but her current predicament called for a much more major intervention. She pushed herself upright with her arms and turned to her right, puffing out a breath to calm herself as she regarded the monolithic structure. Walking towards the bookshelf, Jane’s huge baby belly tugged upon her back and weighed heavily on her hips, the unwanted quadruplets nestling snugly in her newly-formed bump. She glanced through the piled volumes and their mystic titles with her hands on the curved small of her spine where her tummy pulled her body arduously forwards as she tried to compensate with her knees. Breathing heavily under her augmented weight, Jane picked out a couple of likely-looking candidates and carried them back to the workbench.

She looked through the transformation spells, finding several that looked likely to turn her back to her original form. This would require putting into practice all she had learned so far; would she need a banishing spell? An undo spell? A restoration? These were the sorts of questions that apprentices were taught over many years to analyze and answer, and one that Jane was now forced to consider an unprecedentedly short time into her training. She finally came across a spell that seemed like it would do the trick; it was a level three cast however, and required reciting a few words she had never before come across, together with some intricate wand-movement. Reading and re-reading the spell, after a few minutes Jane was confident enough to try it out,
“Okay...” she tried to calm herself as she ran through in her mind the incantation she must utter, the motions she must make and the order she must perform them in. Now feeling the situation was far beyond what she was trained to deal with, Jane breathed out through her nose with her eyes shut as she tried her best to pull herself together. She could still rescue the situation, she assured herself, it would just take a little belief in her own fledgling abilities,
“Redigo! Minugo! ...E-exero?” she stuttered. Always a no-no in spell casting; the first thing an apprentice mage learns is to articulate clearly. Then she froze. A second error; never stop in the middle of a wand motion. Jane could easily have uttered a ‘cancel’ spell to counteract the half-formed hex, but momentarily forgot all of her training, remaining motionless until a magical flash made her jump so much that her wand clattered onto the desk in front of her. The spell was cast, and there was no telling what effect it would have. Jane had a fair idea however when her insides then began to feel as if they were vibrating,
“Umm...” Jane whimpered indecisively as her growth sprang back to life and her pregnant belly lurched outwards once more. Her eyes widened as it grew even larger, her girth ripening to an even more expansive size than her already heavily gravid form hosted. Her previously ankle-length robe inched up her shins as her belly inflated, pops and cracks echoing from the stressed material as it stretched around her swelling span. Jane’s enormous gut consumed the fabric’s firm expanse which rose past her knees and up her thighs in its efforts to cover her multiplying girth,
“Uuuhhngh!” the apprentice gasped as her garment pulled unbearably taut all around her as it reached the limits of its unforgiving elasticity. The hemline, now pulled up to the very tops of Jane’s bare thighs, frayed at the front of her spherical gut and soon began to tear up the center. Relief of the material no longer biting into the mage’s pale flesh was mixed with alarm as Jane’s expiring garment allowed her ballooning belly to barrel out of the gap and squirm even larger. The noise of tearing continued, Jane watching scared and motionless with her arms stretched helplessly out at her sides. The rip zigzagged unseen up the face of her bulging tummy until it crested her bulbous curves and appeared to stop just below her breasts, until the young girl noticed that they too were now growing. In an instant her ripening bust caused a tear in the neckline of her robe, which joined the longer fissure like a bolt of lightning and her clothing split open to reveal her naked, swelling body,
“Ohhhh!” she wailed as her dangerously overinflated form bulged into view. Jane’s tits were now the size of ludicrously overfed pumpkins, and she tried to cover them with her hands as her robe hung from her shoulders, but her palms barely covered her darkening nipples. The student’s grasp dipped under her distending boobs as she cupped their massive undersides, but her biceps quickly burned and she soon found them too heavy to hold up. Relinquishing them with a groan, her pregnant udders sloshed burdensomely to either side of her giant, spherical belly, which still grew inexorably. Jane’s bloated gut was now far too large for her arms to reach its front, and shuddered with increasing vastness. Leaning her ponderous weight to one side, Jane felt the counter for her wand, finding it after a few seconds of clawing. She waved it frantically,
“Alaka... stop!”
Opening her eyes hesitantly, the mage found her enlarged body wobbling enormously, but no longer getting bigger. Her dappled, distressed belly skin clung desperately to Jane’s massive clutch of babies, which had spread her belly to a vast orb that rested heavily on her thighs,
“Uuuuuugghhh!” Jane groaned, barely able to stand under her own substantial weight, which she could only shift with the greatest of difficulty. A relatively petite, mousey individual, the apprentice felt utterly dwarfed by her swollen baby belly,
“Akkkk! Oh, I’m stretched stiff!” Jane grimaced, barely able to move her upper limbs so large had the onerous orbs of her boobs grown. Her overdeveloped udders tumbled into her underarms with their immense weight and size, yet still bulged stiffly upwards towards Jane’s shocked face,
“Nnngh!” she strained, feeling her legs buckling under her gravid mass. Her hands grappled uncertainly with each set of her unmanageable curves in turn, alternately sliding over slick skin then being enveloped by hanging flesh,
“Ohh!” the apprentice whimpered as her knees trembled and she realized she couldn’t sustain her own weight for much longer unaided. Hefting her tits with her arms as best she could and staggering under the arduous burden of her gut, she tottered in a circle until she had turned around enough to rest her rear on the desk. Unsighted by her blooming curves from the front, Jane craned her neck to see the counter behind her and carefully placed herself down on its edge to lighten her load. The antique wooden furniture creaked under Jane’s augmented mass, her belly and boobs swinging pendulously from her agonizingly slight frame. The sturdy old workbench eventually accepted her wanton weight despite its protests and Jane leaned backwards in eerie quiet to contemplate her swarming, swollen frontage protruding several meters from her body,
“Ohhhhh!” she groaned, exhausted from even this relatively brief activity, “I’m so very large... what should I do?”
Jane knew she would have to consider her next move very carefully; she was now so full and heavy that she could barely move, and although it had got her into this situation, she also knew that magic was the only thing that could save her. Having stared dumbstruck at her sprouting curves for several minutes with her arms propping her upright on the counter’s edge, the apprentice tentatively moved, attempting to retrieve the spellbook she knew to be somewhere near her perched behind. Her shoulders and neck soon began to ache once she took away her arms’ support and her spine bore the onerous weight swinging from her frame. Jane felt blindly for the book, her barrel-sized boobs and blimp-like belly toppling this way and that at the slightest movement of her body whilst she scrabbled across the tabletop with her hands. At last she felt the leather binding beneath her fingers, and she clawed the book into her grasp. Leafing once again through its pages, the beleaguered novice barely even knew what to look for anymore, whilst just leaning upon a table at her excessive size left her breathlessly weary. Along with her neck, shoulders and back, her arms began to ache, fighting the tide of breast flesh cascading down her sides to hold the spellbook in front of her face to read,
“Whichever spell I try next, it will need to be potent,” Jane surmised to herself, deciding to take a short break to build up her strength. She had reached a section that didn’t seem to hold any answers, with an ornate ‘L’ preceding a tract of text on the facing page and a diagram of a talisman on the opposite. Wanting neither to lose her place nor put the book back down on the counter, Jane rested the book face-down on the shelf-like protrusion of her belly. She buttressed herself with her arms on the desk’s edge once more, tilting her head back to stretch her aching neck with her eyes closed. As she looked downwards, she noticed a glow beneath the book like a light underneath the crack of a door. Before she could even investigate the pinkish-purple radiance however, her protruding tummy began to rumble ominously. If she weren’t so terrified, Jane may have rolled her eyes or smiled wryly and reflected that when your luck is out, it’s really out. But as her belly’s clamor manifested itself into a tremor, the weathered spellbook slid off her midriff and onto the floor to reveal a mark which the seal had left on her skin. It glowed luminously for a second, the rune’s defined lines glowing a deep black before disappearing, when an unnatural growth spurt seized her gut. It swelled many times faster and more ferociously than before, easily pulling Jane’s body from the bench with intensifying weight. The mage gasped with astonishment as her legs buckled beneath her and she staggered forwards, her skin tingling alarmingly as her belly and boobs spread her petite body ever wider. Clearly perturbed by the disturbance, her innumerable babies shifted unerringly inside Jane’s packed womb, and she gasped with discomfort as they lashed out at her broadening borders,
“Now what have I done?!” she shrieked, before a rash of kicks near her body winded her, “Oooommph! Children, stop!” Jane wheezed whilst her wobbling, juddering tum bulged larger and larger. No longer able to support her flourishing curves’ incredible bulk, the bloated, nude apprentice lurched forwards as her laden belly plopped onto the cold, uncovered floor. Almost instantly, Jane was pushed back upright by its pneumatic growth and found herself standing much as before whilst her titanic tummy rolled and distended across the room. Her skin writhed with kicks as her belly inflated up to and beyond chest level, whilst her ripening boobs smothered its gravid rotundity. Jane was powerless to react as her body was pumped full of babies and felt the pressure inside her heightening by the moment, her stretching skin thinning frightfully as it spread outwards. A larger and larger portion of her skin felt cold as the underside of her belly extended across the floor and it also distended upwards. Just as Jane felt on the cusp of no longer being able to contain so much mass inside her body, the surge of growth lessened, then ceased as quickly as it had begun. It had left her simply enormous, and stretched stiff with an inestimable brood,
“Ooooohhh! Ohhh... oh dear! I fear I may have... multiplied them!” the apprentice whimpered, her teetering belly awash with movement from within. It was impossible to tell by what exponent Jane had multiplied the babies, but it was obviously many times, as her giant gut now rested on the stone floor and extended above her own height. It was equally impossible to tell how far she had swelled outwards, as she now tested her weight and found it utterly immovable. Her massive, hanging boobs bobbled uncomfortably with the effort of trying to move, overfull with milk and pulling at all angles of Jane’s stretched skin,
“Ah... this may present... a logistical challenge,” she said aloud, wincing at her aching skin where her gigantic tits swayed pendulously from her body. Craning her neck around her giant gut to the bookcase, she managed to levitate a spellbook into her grasp, quickly dropping this as she glanced at the title and selected another. The overstretched apprentice now worked with some urgency and a new sense of determination as she felt her gigantic body begin to creak and groan with strain,
‘I must retrieve this situation soon,’ Jane told herself as she disregarded book after book until there was a sizable rectangular gap on the shelf, ‘I can’t stay this big for much longer,’
Sweat beaded on her brow as her search yielded no possible solutions after several minutes, although her outstretched arm ached from all the spellcasting, which took her mind off her shuddering gut pulling burdensomely on her body. Finally she came across a promising title,
‘Of Spirits and Summoning, Vol. I’
Jane flipped the book open and read through its contents; summoning and banishing spirits was last week’s subject of study, so it was fresh in her mind. Finding a chapter on turning the corporeal to immaterial, she immediately skipped to that page,
“Ah! Turn them to spirits! To spirits, yeahhh,” she nodded, tracing down the page with her finger as she grinned to herself. There wasn’t even any extra equipment needed for these spells, which is why even amateur mystics can call on spirits as guides and healers. All that was required was some deep concentration and a repeated chant, and not even a very complicated one at that. Jane read it a few times just to be sure, before closing her eyes and beginning the incantation. She recited the mantra over and over, focusing her mind on the effect she wanted to achieve. She fixed her thoughts on her belly, her big, big belly and on all the babies crowding its interior. She imagined them disappearing, disintegrating, moving between the fibers of this realm, passing through the walls of her tummy and out into the spirit world. The mage imagined her body how it was before; normal, skinny, movable, without the burdensome vestments of an outsized belly and breasts like enormous pails of milk drawing her skin to unbearable levels of tightness. Jane began to feel the effects of the spell in her mind, her consciousness moving to an almost meditative state disconnected from her body during which she kept chanting rhythmically. Suddenly, as if they knew they were being conspired against, a glut of Jane’s babies all shifted at once near the front of her tummy,
“UUUNNNNNGHH!” she gasped in discomfort as the words of the spell turned to a moan in her throat. Her eyes shot open, bulging in their sockets as the face of her belly lurched outwards painfully to the limits of its elasticity and sprang back with juddering force, the babies struggling and thrashing beneath Jane’s throbbing skin. The spell was broken, and as the mage gathered herself and got her breath back, she knew she would have to start again, this time prepared for any interruptions from within her womb. The children calmed. There was a pause. She was no smaller, but at least she was no bigger. She would just have to close her eyes and begin again. But almost as she was doing so, a ghostly light illuminated the room. Jane turned her head in time to see hundreds of sprites rushed in through the glass of the window from their home in the forest beyond. To her horror, all made straight for Jane’s belly as if summoned there, and dived through her skin, spreading her girth even further,
“Oh no! Don’t!” Jane protested as the spirits swelled her ever more, her overstretched skin now creaking ominously as it was inched wider by its incumbents,
“Agh! No! Get away!” she swiped and swatted at the small spectral forms with both hands as they poured through the window and into her body, her boobs bobbling painfully at the action and reacting to her swelling girth by staging a growth spurt of their own,
“Agh! Ooooohh!” Jane groaned, cradling her sore, throbbing udders as her areolas spread and her tender, tingling nipples hardened. The apprentice’s vast tits were now each the size her belly was when it came tearing out of her robes, dipping from her chest down past her waistline and growing bigger by the second. But her astoundingly big belly left little room for her bust to grow into, and her painfully overdeveloped tits squashed up against their larger counterpart. Their growth bulged and forced them into every inch of available space, and so Jane’s jugs squished together and blew upwards in a geyser of augmented cleavage, spread down her sides and hugged closely the contours of both her giant belly and her slight ribcage. She felt as if she were being bottled as the confines of her chests awkward growth pressed into her body whilst her mammoth gut distended outwards unhindered. The spirits meanwhile continued to pour into her baby belly, bloating Jane’s girth by several additional feet since they had been unwittingly summoned,
“Uunnnnghff!” Jane puffed as she shuddered even larger, her skin screaming in protest as it tweaked and twinged all over, its very structure slowly splitting apart through unparalleled growth. Her tummy no longer appeared as a perfect globe as it spread out circularly across the floor, but was being squashed by gravity under its own colossal mass so that its underside bloated outwards in a border of billowing flesh. The tiny glowing orbs meanwhile showed no sign of ceasing their endless charge into Jane’s ballooning gut, her skin now groaning as it trembled with strain,
“No! No! I command you to stop!” Jane shrieked desperately. As she did so, a silvery forcefield momentarily appearing around her tummy, which sent the spirits in the room scurrying from where they came and permanently stemmed their flow. Pleased with this commanding performance, Jane’s fleeting smile was quickly turned to a grimace by her complaining belly skin. Towering several feet above her head, her gigantic tum wasn’t far short of reaching the rafters in the squat downstairs room she stood in. An innumerable load of tiny wisps bounced around inside Jane, disquieting her babies and increasing their activity,
“Ooommph! I’ve got to banish these hellions!” she grunted as her womb rocked with kicking, reaching for the spellbook before checking herself,
‘I’ve got to be sure of this one... if I turn them to mortal form, there’s no telling how big they’ll make me! Or what they’ll even be!’ she thought with a shiver, leafing through page after page. The mage had to stop her search several times, grimacing and breathing hard with sheer discomfort as her giant belly writhed with the babies’ hyperactive movement. Eventually the pressure would become bearable again and Jane continued her frantic search for a solution until her children’s next assault on her quivering tummy would take place,
‘Hmmm, a giantess spell? Maybe a little risky given my track record today...’ she came up with and discounted idea after idea, ‘Wait , wait... I’ve got to think of this rationally, I can’t just go altering myself, that will surely cause more of a problem... I’ve got to get rid of the babies, the cause of all this!’
Her broods’ activity intensified upon this thought, as if the children had psychically telegraphed Jane’s intentions. The apprentice felt her cheeks coloring as her packed gut wobbled with motion, bumps and bulges forced outwards all over its mammoth span bristling with internal kicks,
“Mmmmmph!” she grunted through gritted teeth, trying to somehow reach under or around her massive breasts to calm the babies and rub her overstretched belly skin,
“Oohhhh I can’t take much more of this, I’m so full of babies!” she wailed as she managed to just about grasp under her colossal bust and brush a few meager inches of belly with each hand in turn. She quickly turned back to the book and searched with renewed urgency. Then Jane found a spell. She gasped as she came across it, it seemed perfect. She double and triple checked it. She made sure she had the phrasing correct. She needed her wand, which she summoned to her hand and purged of any remnants of previous incantations. She checked herself and her surroundings for charms or ingredients that could alter the effect. Once she was absolutely sure of the invocation, she spoke it aloud and followed the casting instructions. The room filled with a bright momentary flash from her wand. As Jane blinked the light away, she saw her unmistakably vast belly still remained,
‘No cause for alarm, this may take some time,’ the student reasoned inwardly, as she noticed that movement from inside her had now stopped. Then she felt something stirring deep within her enormously crowded belly, which she optimistically took for a positive sign. Something juddered noticeably, and Jane narrowed her eyes to try and divine its results. Then it happened again, and the effect was plain. She was swelling,
“Uh-oh, here we go again,” the apprentice maligned as the jolt happened again, then again, “It’s the spirits! They’re multiplying the babies!” Jane realized her miscalculation too late as she began to surge larger once more,
“Oh my! I’ve got to find a way to make more of me or less of them, I’m bursting at the seams here!” she screamed as she felt her vast belly push into a bookshelf, sending the contents tumbling to the floor,
“Aggh!” she cried, as the wisps turned one-by-one into babies at a developing speed, which bulged Jane’s belly out by an agonizing few inches each time one became material. There was no way of knowing by what factor this would add to her litter, but it certainly seemed like hundreds, if not thousands of spirits had infiltrated the mage’s tummy,
“Oh come on... elastic skin, elastic skin, elastic skin...” Jane murmured as she leafed urgently through the spellbook, wincing at her giant belly tautening her flesh unbearably. Her gut now rumbled dangerously, her incredibly gravid form shaking the floor beneath the apprentice as her girth spread to knock even more furniture aside and she felt its distant corner barge against a stone wall. So fierce was her mammoth belly’s pneumatic growth that it was now bending her over backwards, and Jane soon had to levitate the book in front of her eyes, unable to hold it in one hand and extend her other arm across her body due to her ballooning breasts,
“Come on... come onnn,” she muttered, sweat stinging her brow as she inflated ever larger and her burgeoning belly shoved waves of breast flesh into her face. Her hopelessly overstretched skin simply creaked loudly and continually in frantic protest at its irrepressible growth, drawing thinner and thinner as is extended unbelievably. Jane turned her head to the side, her proliferating body encroaching on her sight as she turned page after fruitless page,
“Mmmmpphh, come on!” she desperately encouraged the spell to present itself as her pregnant form attempted to swallow the rest of her and the building around her, her gigantic gut pushing painfully into the rafters above and several yards of her flesh bulging into the unlit fireplace. The skin across the small of her back tightened, threatening to snap her in two as her groaning belly propelled her bulging tits inexorably towards her and her spine curved impossibly. Jane’s mortal body couldn’t take another moment of this torment, the wood of fixtures and furniture jagging her overstretched skin unbearably whilst her multiplying brood swelled her ever larger and she felt she would surely burst in an instant. Her skin grew so incredibly taut that as she mustered one last desperate turn of the page, Jane’s bare feet were lifted from the ground. She saw a likely spell, choked it out with her final words and squeezed her eyes shut as the pressure peaked,
*FUH-WOOOOOOMMMM!*
Jane’s breasts erupted in fountains of milk as her charmed skin took the strain. Reinforced with a powerful regeneration spell, the mage fought her globular udders from her face as they violently disgorged their contents from her deeply-colored nipples. She looked up to see her mighty belly splitting the beams holding up the ceiling, and some pressure was relieved as the chimney stack broke from its fixing and toppled over, her blimp-sized belly squirming out into the chilly late-afternoon sun.

“Ohhh I should be an all-powerful sorceress and all I keep doing is making myself more and more pregnant! If the master were here, he’d know what to do!” Jane moaned several hours later, sitting helpless and naked on the ground. Only the square foundations of the house still stood, with a radius of splintered wood and furniture so damaged as to be barely recognizable spread around her flattened sphere of a belly. Even a building twice as large as the former structure would have failed to house Jane’s towering belly; she would have outgrown a barn quite easily. Her belly reached to almost the tops of the tallest pines in the forest, which had been standing for nearly half a century,
“You seem relatively all-powerful to me child, but I must ask... where is my house?” a deep male voice from behind her boomed. Jane turned her head to see her tutor standing with his market trading set beside him. He wore a bemused expression on his white-bearded face as Jane gasped,
“Oh! Master! I’m so terribly sorry, this was all a terrible accident you see, a terrible misunderstanding,”
If the master wasn’t quite as angry as the student had expected, that was because he could very easily rebuild his house with only moderate magical effort. He was perplexed by the bewildering state that his apprentice as gotten herself into however; he had never witnessed a transformation quite so distorted or, indeed, extensive,
“You... seem to be playing host to the local wildlife, my dear,” he mused with his hands on his hips, staring up to the very extremities of Jane’s protuberance. Her cheeks flushed as she looked up and saw crows roosting on the very apex of her immense belly,
“Hey! Shoo! Hey, get off there!” she shouted, flapping with her hands and shaking her hips until her belly undulated very slightly, the movement being enough to move the birds on. As her heaving, sloshing tits wobbled to a halt, it struck Jane that she was very much naked in front of her master, and her face bloomed to an even redder shade,
“Oh Master! Oh my, I am so dreadfully sorry,” she apologized, attempting in vain to at least cover a modicum of her dinner table-sized, very brown areolas with predictably very little success. He barely seemed to notice however, as he looked over her monumentally expanded belly,
“And you’ve reached this present state of equilibrium because of...?”
“An... ah... elastic skin incantation, sir,” Jane mumbled embarrassedly,
“Ah! Quite the feat!” the sorcerer nodded,
“It was born of necessity, sir, I fear I’d have been ripped asunder if I h-AAAAAHHH!” Jane squealed and shivered as her master ran his hand along the side of her giant, swollen breast, causing it to convulse and for milk to leak from her oversized, protruding nipple,
“I see...” he mused, barely even conscious of the immobile student’s embarrassment at the pleasurable, near-climactic feeling the touch had provoked. Jane whimpered as she noticed that he had left his hand on her tingling skin, and began to press lightly into her flesh, causing another wave of erotic sensation passing through her engorged nipples, quivering her cavernous belly and pulsing through her pubis,
“Oooohhhhhhh! Ahh! Sir! If you were to... continue doing that... I can’t speak for my inappropriate response!” Jane managed to moan demurely, feeling on the very cusp of an orgasm,
“Ah, yes... elastic skin does tend to be a little... over-sensitive... at a certain tension,” he half-smiled, pacing away with his hands behind his back and leaving a sweating Jane biting her lip and breathing softly through her nose to control herself,
“Are you able to... return me... to normal?” the apprentice asked, drawing herself back from the brink of climax,
“I’m certain I would, yes,” the tutor nodded, looking up to the darkening sky above Jane’s hulking, naked belly, “But I must warn you, the process would cause those feelings you just experienced to be... shall we say, prolonged and... heightened,”
“Oh my.”