Forbidden Spells p2

Forbidden Spells p2

Lorelai tied Irine to a chair in her personal cottage. “Do you know how much trouble you have caused?”

Irine gulped. “Umm, do you mean when I outgrew your tower or when I went around and possibly frightened the town with my massive height?”

Lorelai slammed her hand down on the table, her boobs bouncing against one another. “I wasn’t asking for an answer.” Her teacher paced back and forth. “There is a reason why you aren’t ready for such spells. Look at what happened. Ughh.” She pulled at her hair. “The town was begging me to deal with a giant monster. They were afraid you were going to eat them.” She narrowed her eyes at Irine. “Why would they think that?”

“Well. . .”

“I don’t want to know.” Lorelai waved her hands. “All that you need to know is that you will be punished for this.”

“But I said I am sorry. I can even help you rebuild the tower.”

“Oh no, no, no. With how inexperienced you are with magic; I will not take that risk.”

Lorelai sighed. “I have something else planned for you.” She set the very tome that Irine had used to cause her lovely growth a few days ago on a nearby table. “You seem to have a very interesting fixation on this tome. So, as part of your punishment, I will use one of the spells from this on you.”

Irine’s cheeks turned bright red. “Really?” She couldn’t hide the pleasure in her voice. “How cruel of you.”

Lorelai laughed. “Tell me, did you perhaps take the time to review everything in this tome?” Irine shook her head. “I thought so.” She flipped the book open. “It is filled to the brim with all sorts of interesting growth spells. Some being. . .” She licked her lips. “Very unconventional.”

“I mean. . . as long as I am taught my lesson.” Irine giggled. “That is what matters.”

“Of course.” Lorelai smiled as she landed on the page she was looking for. “Here we are. Now granted, this particular spell will take a bit to take effect. But I do want you to understand something.” She took a deep breath. “Your punishment won’t be over until you are able to undo the entirety of the growth spell.” She pulled out a small parchment from between her breasts. “You are to read this after the spell takes effect. It has instructions on what you are to do after the spell has you in its glorious grip. Remember. This is a punishment.” Lorelai looked down at the book. “Now then. Let us begin, shall we?”

Irine licked her lips. “Oh, I can’t wait.”

“Of juicy wonders and luscious hips. Of blue skies and unending swelling. For this one, a fruity fate awaits.”

“Huh? What kind of spell is. . .” Irine closed her eyes. “Ughhhh.” She gripped her legs. “Fuck I feel so weird.”

Lorelai closed the book. “That is the point, darling.” She untied her naughty student. “Now then, here are your instructions.” She handed Irine the small piece of paper. “Don’t come back until you fulfill them.”

Irine blinked her eyes. “Umm, yes, mistress.” Stood up and walked to the door. “I will do my best.” She quickly exited the cottage, not wanting to incur her teacher’s wrath any more than she already had. Once outside, she held the parchment up, using the morning sun to read the ink.

“Irine. The spell I have used on you will make you grow and swell into a giant blueberry. If my calculations are correct, you only have until the end of the day to make your way to Norman’s blueberry field. There, you must convince him to juice you. Get every little bit of blueberry juice out of your system, or you will just swell up again. Break the spell or consider your punishment still in full effect. I don’t care how you get juiced. Just do it!”

Irine laughed. “You can’t be serious. Blueberries? Juiced? I think my teacher has—” Her eyes widened as the tips of her fingers turned blue. “Oh my god! What is happening to me?” She gulped. “Maybe the ink did this? No, that is crazy.” She took a quick, shallow breath as more of her fingers slowly turned blue. “I need to do something to stop this. Maybe if I rub it out? Yes.

If I rub it out.” She tried using Lorelai’s note but only managed to rip it in two. “Fuck!

That didn’t do a damn thing, and my hands are still turning blue.”

Irine slapped herself on the side of the head. “Think. Think.” The note said I had to go to Norman’s blueberry field. But I can’t be turning into a blueberry.” She looked at her hands once more. “I mean, this is just some weird coincidence, right?” She gripped her blue hands into fists.

“No. With my mistress’s magic, it can’t be a coincidence. If the note said I would be a giant blueberry, then I will swell into one. I can’t waste any more time freaking out over this. I have to get moving. But which way was the farm again?” She paced back and forth. “Ugh, I don’t remember. And I can’t go asking everyone who I meet along the road either.” She gulped as the blue coloration crept down her arms. “They are going to think I am sick. Oh fuck. And I can’t ask Lorelai. How am I going to get this blueberry juice out of my system?”

She rubbed her fingers against her temples. “I think the farm is supposed to be a few miles to the east. But if I am wrong, I could be in a big world of juicy trouble.” She scratched at her arm, the blue skin now almost up to her shoulder. “Ugh, but I don’t have much of a choice. I can’t just stand here all day. I will become a blueberry either way. Why couldn’t she have just used a fun breast expansion spell on me? I would have learned my lesson. I swear I would have.”

Putting her hands into her pockets, Irine started down the road. She hoped she wouldn’t encounter anyone on her way and have to explain to them why her skin was slowly turning blue. With her tattered garments, there wasn’t any way she could hide it. Besides, once her face turned blue, there would be no way to hide what was happening to her. As she walked, she wondered how long until the growth started, just how slow the spell would affect her body. She had no idea how blueberry spells worked. She was very inexperienced with growth spells in the first place. Her first dive into growth spells had been a quick and wild ride, her boobs and ass swelling out of control until she grew into a massive giantess. This experience, though, was very slow in comparison to that.

The sun slowly rose into the sky as she trekked down the road. Irine didn’t encounter anyone, nor did she have any further issues. Sure, her entire skin had turned blue, but that seemed to be the worst of it. As midday neared, she hadn’t experienced any of the growing or swelling effects that she expected, only a strange gurgling sensation in her belly. “Ugh. Maybe I should find something to eat.” She scanned her surroundings. “But I am in the middle of nowhere. What am I supposed to find out here?” Gurrgle. She moaned as she felt her belly groan.

Irine sat down on a nearby stump. “Maybe I should spend some time foraging. I do need to eat something.” She rubbed at her stomach. “I mean, I haven’t eaten all day.” Gurggle. “And these sensations are getting worse.”

She blinked her eyes, realizing there was a sudden but slow-filling sensation in her belly. “That is strange.” She stood up. “Suddenly, I feel like I have the energy to continue onward.” She stretched her arms. “I can’t explain it, but this must be a blessing.” She smiled. “I mean, I don’t have to waste time looking for some random roots or berries.” She scratched at her hips. “Because the last thing I need to do right now is waste time.” Gurrgle. Blort. “Ugh, now, if my stomach could just calm down!”

Irine slapped her gut, hearing a sloshing sound as she did so. “Huh!?”

She gulped and immediately sat back down. “What was that?” She gently grabbed her belly and shook it back and forth. Not only could she hear something swishing about inside her, but she could feel it. “No wonder I feel like I am filling up. The spell is quickening inside me.” She gulped; blueberry sweat dripping down her neck. “I have to hurry. Before the end of the day arrives, and I am nothing but a big bloated blueberry.”

She hurried down the road, a slow but steady filling sensation overtaking her body. Irine did her best to try and use her tattered tunic to hide her swelling belly, but it was no use. Soon, she looked as if she was nine months pregnant, her round blue belly on display for the whole world as it sloshed about. As the sun began to descend in the sky, Irine could feel the juice spread to other parts of her body, her hips slowly starting to expand and push her pants apart. Her cheeks turned dark purple as she hurried down the dirt road. “I have to hurry before this becomes any worse. How much further is the blueberry farm?”

The truth of the matter was she had no idea. She didn’t even know if she was going in the right direction or if, when she arrived, Norman would help her. All that she had was Lorelai’s word to go on that he would juice her. But he had to keep going. She wasn’t going to be a giant helpless blueberry for the rest of her life. She had other things she wanted to do.

Irine stumbled as the weight of her body became tricky for her to handle. “Whoh.”

She gulped as she waved her arms about. “That was close.” She put her hands on her squishy hips. “I need to be careful. I don’t want to fall over.” She took a moment to catch her breath, her tunic soaked with blueberry juice. “Where is all of this liquid coming from?” She wiped the sweat from her forehead. “I think I might have to take these clothes off. They are getting heavy now that they are soaked in my juices.” She moaned. “But how did that even happen?”

She undid the buttons on her tattered tunic, revealing her swollen berry breasts. “God!”

She took a step back in surprise. “How did they swell without me noticing?” She threw her juice-soaked shirt to the side and rubbed her right breast. “They feel so full. No wonder they went up two cup sizes.” Juice squirted out of her nipples. “And my clothing was soaked. . .”

Irine snorted. “I hope the farm isn’t that much farther. I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this.” She started up at the sun in the sky. She could feel it warming her, helping her grow. “My legs are starting to get thick, and I feel so heavy. I think I have an hour at most before I just fall over.” She wiped blueberry sweat from her face. “But I have to keep going. I have to. . .” Gurrgle.

Irine trekked on despite her body begging her to stop. Her hips looked like blue marshmallows, and her ass was big enough for two people to sit on. Her breasts rubbed against her belly, and her arms filled by the second with blueberry juice. Still, she didn’t see Norman’s blueberry farm. “It has to be here. It has to.”

As she climbed over a hill, she finally saw it: rows upon rows of blueberry fields for as far as her eyes could see. “Finally.” She sighed. “I found it. I. . .” She moaned as her legs wobbled about. “No. Not now!” Juice squirted out from her nipples. “I am so close. I just need a little. . .”

Irine suddenly fell forward, landing on her chest before rolling down the hill. “Ughh!”

She moaned as the blueberry juice inside of her bubbled. “No! Ahhh!” She waved her arms about as she bounced down the hill. “Make it stop!”

With a thunderous thud, she landed at the bottom of the hill, crashing into a cart. Irine shook her head as she looked around. “Well, at least my body is nice and squishy. I don’t have to worry about falling.”

“What the hell?” Irine gulped as a young man walked up to her. “What kind of nonsense is this?”

“I am so sorry. I can explain.”

“I have never seen a blueberry so big.” Irine gulped as she recognized the man who stood before her, his grizzled face shimming in the afternoon light. “Strange type of blueberry, too. Looks like a woman if I had to reckon.”

“But I am a lady.” She moaned as juice squirted from her nipples. “Look, I have arms and legs.” She waved her hands about as they slowly sank into her body. “And I can talk.”

“Hmm. Maybe, but there is a lot of magic in this world. How do I know you are not some kind of blueberry that came to life?”

“But. . .”

He walked behind her and put his hands on her ass. “Well, I should roll you down to the farm and see what to do with you.”

“But you need to juice me! It is the only thing that will end the spell. Otherwise, I will keep swelling!”

“Spell? So, you are a magic blueberry.”

“What?” Irine raised an eyebrow. “No. I am a human who was turned into a blueberry.

And if you juice me, I will turn back into a human.”

“Why would I do that?”

Irine blinked her eyes. “What?”

He rolled her down the rows of his rows of blueberries. “If you are a magic blueberry that will produce juice for me, why would I turn you back? I would be a fool for doing that?”

Her cheeks turned bright purple. “But Norman, you can’t leave me like this!”

He rolled her into a nice little patch filled with other smaller blueberries. “Why not?”

He rubbed her round body and watched her swell. “Now, I will be back in a bit. Enjoy yourself in the meantime.”

She slammed her hands against her berry body as he walked away. “Hey! You have to juice me! You hear me! I am not spending the rest of my life as a blueberry.” She sighed. “I have so much blueberry juice in me. You have to do something.” She took a deep breath as the last of her feminine figure was washed away and replaced by her new blueberry form. Her hands and feet were now pressed tightly against her body, and Irine was having a hard time seeing beyond the curvature of her body. “Ugh, Lorelai said he would help me. She lied to me.” She tried to move her body, but it was far too late for that. “If I ever get out of this, I am going to pay her back.”

A familiar voice filled the air. “Hello, Norman.” Irine gasped as she realized her mistress was standing but a few feet from her. “I see you have a wonderful new blueberry in stock.”

Norman nodded his head, a bucket in his hand. “Yes, I do. Thank you so much for sending it my way.”

“Not a problem.” They walked over to Irine. “She is getting quite ripe, don’t you think?”

Norman nodded his bald head. “Yes. And you are sure she will be able to produce blueberry juice for me for an entire month?”

“Hey, I am right here!” Irine snorted.

Lorelai nodded her head. “Yes. I didn’t share that part of the spell with her. But she will be a giant blueberry for an entire month. You will need to juice her regularly, Norman. But if you do it right, you will keep her from overflowing.” She ran her fingers along Irine’s blue body. “And remember, my dear, don’t try and make such a mistake again.” She giggled as she walked away.

Irine gulped. “Wait. I am going to be stuck like this for a month? Come back. Lorelai?

Come back.”

Norman sat down in front of her. “Ok. Are you ready for your first juicing?” He reached up and squeezed her right nipple.

“Ohh fuck!”

Norman laughed. “Welcome to the juice harvesting business, my lovely blueberry.”