Forbidden Spells rough draft

Forbidden Spells.

Lorelei shut the tome and pressed it against her squishy breasts. “That is enough for today.” Her elven ears twitched. “As it is I don’t think you are even listening. You couldn’t even show the slightiest hint that you understood the framework of the spells today.” She rubbed her forehead, her silver silky hair rubbing against her tender breasts. “I don’t know why I agreed to even teach you. Are you even listening to me right now?”

Irine blinked her eyes, her focus moving away from her mistresses’ big round breasts. “Umm yes.”

Lorelei narrowed her eyes. “Then why was it when you tried to conjure water you instead made the books levitate? Even at one point sending one of my tomes hurtining towards my ass. It is like your head is off in another world.”

Irine gulped. “I am trying my best mistress. I guess I just need more time.”

Lorelei sighed as she turned around to place the tome on the bookshelf, her ass jiggling about as she did so. “Well you better improve soon. I took you on as a student as you were highly recommended. And I won’t have you slacking off or getting distracted on my watch.” She snorted as she turned around.  “I swear if I knew this is the trouble I would have had when I took on a human student I would have never. . . ugh. Now I have to take a trip to Glensdale. I will be gone for a couple of days, and I need you to keep an eye on the tower.” She pointed her finger at Irine. “Under no circmsitances will you let anyone into this tower. You will guard it with your life do you understand?”

Irine nodded her head. “Yes mistress. I will do my best.”

“And you do understand to stay out of my personal sactum. You are not ready for the type of spellcasting found in the volloums in there.” She put her hands on her round hips. It took all of Irine’s will power to stay focused on her mistress’s face. “I don’t want to come back and reprimand you. That won’t be fun for either of us.” She stood up straight and snorthed. “Now while I am gone coutuine with your lessons. I should be back in three days.” Lorelai walked over to the wodden door. “Stay out of trouble.” Bending over her mentor squeezed through the door and vanished into the dark stairwell.

Once alone Irine sighed. “Wow. Three days to myself? I can’t believe it.” She jumped into a nearby chair. “I really can’t believe she would trust me guarding the place. Normally she doesn’t let me handle a cup without her giagantic breasts watching over me.” Irine giggled as she imagined her teachers big bouncing boobs. “I do have to say though that is one big perk for learning from this elven master. I get a show. A rather distracting show but a show non the less.” She put her hands behind her head. “Though I am sure my mistress would turn me into something horid if I told her why I was always distracted.” She giggled.

“I guess I should spend some time practicing though.” Irine sighed. “Even though that is borring.” She walked over to the bookshelf that her mistress had just been at. “I want to know some fun magic. Now how to conjure water. Like I want to throw out some fire. Make a blizzard. Or possibly. . .” Her face turned bright red. “No. I doubt there would be anything that fun. But maybe. . .” She tapped her chin as she ran her fingers along the bookshelf. “I mean how could my mistress possibly have that figure? It has to be magic right?”

Her eyes drifted towards Lorelie’s sanctum. “Hmm. I am sure there is something juicy in there.” Irine shook her head, her amber bangs bouncing against her head. “No. No! I promised I wouldn’t go in there.” She crossed her arms. “But my mistress is gone for a few days. She won’t notice if I just peak inside.”

Irine crept to the door, her hand shaking as she reached for the door knob. “Just go inside. It isn’t like she set any traps or anything.” She gulped. “I need to find out what forbidden magic is in there.” Closing her eyes she gripped her hand around the door knob and slowly creaked open the door.

On the other side was one of the dustiest rooms Irien had ever been in. “Holy crap.” Iren walked inside, spinning around as she did so to examine the rows upon rows of books towering above her. “Why does she hide so many spell books in here? I mean look at it all, it just goes on and on, defying reality. I could keep reading in here and get done by well. . .” She rubbed her chin. “I don’t know when. All I know is I would be considerably older. Shit.”

Irine walked over to one of the nerby shelves. “I don’t even know where to start. Hmm. Forbidden size altering spells.” Her eyes went wide. “Oh my god.” She yanked the tome off the shelf. “This has to be it.”

”Attention reader. These spells are to be used with the uptmost care as they can easily affect ones. . .” Irine rolled her eyes. “Borring. I want to get to the spells aready. Not read silly warrnings. She opend the tome, dust flying into her face. “Now I want to have a figure like my mistress. Let’s see how I can get that.” She skimmed through the tome. “Hmm there is quite a bit in this thing.” Her eyes widdend. “I didn’t even know something like that is possible. God.” She flipped a page. “You can get your boobs to be that size? How in the hells? Wait you can get your ass to be even bigger?”

Irine pulled at the collar of her tunic. “There are so many spells. I just want the one so I can look like my mistress.” She coutuined to pour through the tome, slowly becoming overwhelmed by the sheer volume of slutty incarantions. “I. . . I don’t know what to do. Ughhh. . .” Sweat dripped down the back of her neck. “So. . . many. . . options. . .” She gulped. “I don’t know what to do. What to pick. Ughhh.”

“Damnit all why does there have to be so many options?” She closed her eyes. “Ok I am just going to pick one of these spells at random to start off with. I can’t chose. I just. . . can’t.” She flipped the book open to a random page and held her hand over the picture. “Ok so I don’t know what will happen to me. That way I won’t feel pressured into brousing for me.” She took a deep breath as she looked at the incraation. “Ok.”

Irine took a deep breath and then began. “Let lucious breasts infuse this one as she grows. Bursting out of her ample figure into something more. Nipples harden as the body stretches. Become what you are born to be. Tower over all and let your bouncing naked glory shower over all.”

Irine shivered as she closed the tome, feeling the spell take affect. “I hope that gives me a cute body like my mistress. I mean it did talk about lucious and boucing boobs.” She sighed. “But no ass. I should look for. . .” She gripped her hand into a fist. “No. No! That tome is a bottomless pit of sexy spells. I am not going to become gripped by it again.” She crossed her arms. “I am just going to take what I got and be happy with it.”

She scratched at the side of her tunic. “Is it me or is it getting a bit hot in this tower?” She rolled her emerald eyes. “I should find one of the windows and open them.” As she walked out of Lorelai’s room she could feel her tunic tighten around her chest. “Ughh.” Irine tugged at the sides of her breasts. “I need some air.”

She hurried over to one of the nearby windows, thrusting it open. “Ahh that feels so much better.” Irine took a long deep breath as the evening air washed over her. “Ahhhh.” She blinked her eyes as she realized her boobs were rubbing against one another. “Hey that shouldn’t be happening.” She looked down. “My breasts never rub against eachother.” She moaned. “How—”

Her eyes widded as she saw her enlarged breasts barely contained by her sorceresses tunic. “Oh my god. The spell worked. Even if my breasts are still small compared to my teacher.” She moaned as she felt them coutuine to expand. “But they sure are growing. Ohhh fuck.” She gripped the windowsill. “I am going to have big lucious boobs like my mistress. It is going to be so wonderful.”

Irine arched an eyebrow as she felt more of her clothing tighten. “Huh?” She looked down as her shoes pressed against her feet and her pants gripped her body. “But I thought this was just going to make my breasts grow. What is going on?” She turned around and stumbled into the room, her butt knocking over a table and half a dozen tomes. “Crap. I need to pick this up.”