
Vanessa Velasquez let out a long sigh as she looked down at the
crisp white divorce papers in front of her. Tension she had not
known existed flowed out of her heavy frame like water running off
a thatched roof. After so long living with Mathew, a part of her
had refused to believe that he would ever really leave. Now he had,
though not before inflicting a painful legal battle on her. She
would have to consider alimony payments during her financial planning
for the rest of her life (or at least until he remarried or got a job,
yeah right!), but at least she was rid of him.

As far as she was concerned it was money well spent. It wasn't like
she had much time to spend her money, and Merrill Lynch certainly made
sure she had enough of it. Getting away from the snide comments Mathew
would make about her weight felt purifying. He had made it clear that
he was no longer attracted to her, nor would he be, yet he still wanted
her to look like she had when they met. He seemed to just enjoy making
her feel like shit about her body for no other reason except cruelty.
It felt incredibly unfair to Vanessa, who watched her male co-workers
go sloppy with age and overwork and yet still manage to have wives
who loved and supported them. In truth, Vanessa would have liked to
get her weight a little more under control, but it was hard when she
worked all the time. Eating was just how she dealt with stress. Her
marriage should have been a place where that stress was dissipated
before it could turn into midnight ice cream binges, but instead
it had been a space that just amplified the inevitable stress of her working
life.

The worst thing about being married to Mathew had been how easily he had
pushed her around for most of their relationship. He had always been a prick,
but whenever she pushed back she had gotten distracted by how goddamn pretty
he was. It was like there was a switch he could flip to make her forget
everything except his multi-colored eyes or his sleek muscles if she pushed
him too far. She would have broken up with him dozens of times before they
even got married if it were not for this odd skill of his. She had only been
able to divorce him after going on a long business trip and gaining some
much needed perspective. When she came back she made extra work, instinctively
knowing that if Mathew could get her alone for long she would turn back into
a submissive puddle and let him continue to leech off of her.

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Vanessa rolled out of bed and walked over to her closet with more vim and
vigor than she had in a long time. She yanked clothes off their hooks in
her closet and laid them out on the bed. She fitted the large cups of a
dark purple push-up plunge bra around her full breasts and worked her shoulders
under the straps. She watched herself in the mirror as she reached back to
fasten the large garment. The action pushed her big boobs up and together,
forming a mouth watering line of dark cleavage. One upside to her struggles
with her weight was the way her breasts had ballooned outward as she thickened.
In college she had worn a 36D cup, but now she pulled on a 44FF cup every
morning before work. In fact, the flesh of her breasts was starting to pooch
over the edges of her big bra. She must have gained more weight during the
divorce proceedings.

The next thing to go on was a smooth black skirt that hugged her ass where
it swelled out behind her. Her ass had more jiggle to it than it used to,
but it had grown along with her breasts. She was much less of a fan of
her swollen thighs and fatty calves. Fortunately, she had a naturally
large frame, and her hips were wide enough that her waist was only
a little larger than they were. Her belly was just a big pool of jiggling fat.
Vanessa did her best to hide it with the cream blouse she pulled on. The blouse
clung tightly to her jutting breasts, but hung loosely over belly. It
invited the observer to imagine that the downward slope of her underboobs
continued unabated to a thin torso. The outfit emphasized her curves
while doing its best to hide her fat. Naked, Vanessa thought she was
a 4, but when she had a chance to get dolled up she was at least a 7.
She looked attractive in just the sort of professional way that she had
been aiming for.

A small part of her wished that it was not necessary to dress up every day, but
if you want to get ahead in sell side finance, certain sacrifices have to
be made. A larger part of her enjoyed her morning ritual. It was a chance
to reclaim her femininity. Transforming herself in front of the mirror
every morning gave her a chance to resist the narrative of a fat, ugly
Vanessa that Mathew had been so willing to provide for so long.

It took her a few minutes to apply her makeup (it was perfect as always she
noted with her usual hint of pride), and then she was on her way out the
door. She almost forgot to write the alimony check and drop it in the
mail on the way out. Not even that reminder of her new obligations could
get her down, however.


"You seem chipper today." Alistair Whitney's voice over the phone had
the playful tone it took on when they had just moved a boatload of
paper together.

"What's not to like? I just made a fuck-ton of money for Ron and
I got the risk monkeys off your back." There was a smile in her
voice.

"Come on VV. You're happy about more than AIG liking our risk."
He said.

"Well... The divorce went though yesterday, so there is that." She
replied.

"No shit. I'm holding you to that promise you made. I'm calling
Ezra after this. Don't think you can get out of it." He said. Vanessa
couldn't tell if the note of victory in his voice was leftover from
the trade they just made or had more to do with the celebration he
was already planning.

"Well, you know my weakness. I know better to argue with Ezra when
he gets an idea in his head."

He laughed, "I know I have to bring in the big guns to handle you VV."

The helter-skelter pace of the trading day pressed against both of them,
so after a few more pleasantries they got off the phone and returned to
pushing money around.

Vanessa was in a good mood for the rest of the day. She made two more
big sales before she had to leave the office for a late lunch meeting
with her client on the Goldman Mortgage Bond desk. The guys in the
pit must have noticed because she heard someone call, "Your a slugger
Velasquez!" and then someone else say, "DH!" in an artificially deep
voice as she walked out the door. It was the highest praise you could
get at Merrill Lynch's Mortgage Bond sales desk, and Vanessa was glowing
as she walked to her car.


Nigel was a fish out of water in the New York finance scene, which is
why Vanessa liked him so much. He had been part of the London old guard
before he moved to the states, and he still preferred making decisions
about sums of money large enough to make most people whimper at a stately
pace. It was so endearingly at odds with the aggressive cowboy culture
that Vanessa was a part of. It also meant that Vanessa got to have more
sales lunch meetings on the company dime.

Nigel was interested in a new mortgage bond insurance product that Merrill
Lynch had started selling, so Vanessa spent most of the meal explaining
technical details to the attentive Brit. She was in the middle of
explaining second tranche failure modes when she began to feel a pinching
in her chest. At first she ignored it, thinking her bra had just managed
to shift, but it only got worse. She stopped talking to take a drink,
and hopefully discretely figure out what was going on. Now that she was
able to focus fully on the sensations in her chest, she noticed a strange
fullness in addition to the pain. The feeling intensified, and it almost
felt like she was *growing* right there in the restaurant. Her hand shook,
and she continued to drink in order to give herself more time to think.
She could feel the growing sensation in her hips and ass as well, though
not quite as strongly as she could in her boobs. Her pumps were pinching
now, and the angles in the room seemed suddenly off. Her spine and legs
tingled faintly.

Nigel Danvers felt his eyes drawn down as if by gravity as Vanessa took
a drink. She must have arched her back into a stretch as she did so, because
nothing else could explain the way her large breasts surged forward against
her already tight blouse and bra. The motion was incredibly subtle, because
he hardly noticed a change in her straight-backed posture. When she put the
glass down her chest remained where it was, spilling over the now inadequate
cups of her powerful looking bra. His pulse quickened and he felt a stirring
in his pants. Vanessa was larger than any other woman Nigel interacted with
regularly, and his weakness for busty women was suddenly very distracting.
Presently, Nigel realized he had been staring, and dragged his gaze back up
to meet Vanessa's face. Rather than calming him down her gaze just set his
pulse racing even faster. Her cheeks were flushed, and her whole visage
seemed to have shifted. It was as if she had applied a new coat of makeup
while he had been looking down. No, he reconsidered, it was more like the
underlying structure of her face had changed subtly. He could not pin down
any one change, but the overall impact was to make the gaze that now met his
more erotically charged.

Nigel looked flustered after he dragged his eyes up to meet Vanessa's and
she realized that he would not mention the peculiar changes if she proceeded
as if nothing had happened. She just gave him the sort of knowing smile
an indulgent aunt might give to a little boy caught with his hand in the
cookie jar, and picked up right where she left off in her explanation.
He was flustered for the rest of the conversation, and Vanessa was able
to easily steer things in the direction of several bonds she was
looking to unload. When she walked out of the bistro she had sold
$400,000 in T-Notes to a dazed looking Nigel. She liked Nigel, but
that didn't mean she would go soft on him.

Her pumps pinched with every step as she walked over to flag a cab, but
the taste of victory was in her mouth for the fourth time that day.
She was already pulling out her phone as the cab rolled to a stop.
"Hey Tony, you know how you said you would owe me a favor if I could
move those Govies for you?" She said with a grin in her voice.

"You're just calling to make sure I know the score." Said the voice
on the other end.

"75 Rock." She said to the cabbie. Then back into the telephone, "How'd
you know?"

"Yeah, yeah. I owe you one, alright?"

"Tony... What have I ever done to you?" She admonished.

"I owe you a big one! You saved my ass, and for that I will forever worship
yours. You are the sun in the morning and the rain in a drought! You happy
now?" The sarcasm in his voice could not hide the relief.

"As a cat with the cream." She said, and hung up.


"We're here to celebrate the end of a shit chapter in our friend VV's
life. Of course more importantly, we are here to celebrate her best
trading day in three, no it's gotta be four, years. VV, we've always
known you were a slugger, but god damn. I mean god damn. I say this
entirely thinking about my own bonus, but you should get divorced
every day!" Ezra grinned at his protege across the table and held
up his tequila-filled shot glass.

Vanessa grinned. She was already floating enough that she felt only
a glow of pride at Ezra's words, and none of the embarrassment that
she might have felt if she was more sober. She clinked glasses with
the other traders and salesmen (and they were all men except for her)
around the small table while the others chanted "DH! DH! DH! DH!",
then she knocked back the fiery liquor. She smiled at the taste,
and then even more so at the way that Barry Combs, the newest
salesman at the Mortgage Bond desk coughed.

The night wore on in a celebratory haze, made blurrier by the fact
that everyone wanted to do a shot or two with the woman of the hour
twice over. Fortunately, Vanessa was a heavy weight. Her ability
to power through large amounts of alcohol had been developed in
college on the Dartmouth Crew team, and it had only grown along
with her swelling waistline. The late nights of debauchery
encouraged by Ezra Black, the head of the Mortgage Bond desk
and Vanessa's mentor, as a way to help his little family gel
had certainly helped as well.

Eventually, everyone except Ezra, Vanessa and Alistair had slunk off
into the night, some with bleary eyes and some realizing they had
been fools to try to keep up with Vanessa.

"Well kids, I'd better get going. I'm getting to old for this shit."

"See you Monday E." Said Vanessa.

"See you Monday," Alistair echoed.

When he had gone they turned back to one another. "And then there
were two." Said Vanessa.

"Only 'cause I didn't try to go shot for shot with you. You're
kind of scary VV." Alistair said with slush in his words.

Vanessa giggled, "They're all just bitches."

"And you are a big woman." He said distractedly.

Vanessa felt a flash of hurt ripple through her. Her mouth opened
in shock, and she failed to come up with any coherent response.
Then she noticed the way that Alistair was staring at her chest.
She was sitting with her shoulders back and her back arched, the
way she did when she was feeling confident and powerful. It was
a pose designed to show off her womanly chest, and it seemed to
have ensnared Alistair. He was staring at the taught cream cloth
of her blouse, seemingly entranced by the way her flesh was spilling
over the edge of her heavy duty bra. Her mouth closed, and the
wave of shock was replaced by lazy confidence, stronger than
it had been. She arched her back just a little more.

Belatedly, Alistair seemed to realized that his words could
have been taken the wrong way, "I-I didn't mean." He said.

"Oh? What did you mean?" She asked with one elegant eyebrow
arched.

"I-I just meant. I mean that." He paused. "You're a very
beautiful woman Vanessa. Very, uuuhhh. Very b-busty."
He was blushing furiously now. "I'm sorry. I'm really drunk,
and I should have stopped talking, and I'm sorry? And
can we forget about this please?" He finished plaintively.

"I don't know about forgetting, but I can pretend it
never happened." Vanessa said. To Alistair's relief, she
did not seem mad in the slightest.


*Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.* Alistair thought to himself. Why did
he have to put his foot in his mouth like that? Why did he
have to part of the reason that there were so few women in
finance? He had jeopardized his most productive working
relationship just because Vanessa had killer tits.

He tried to fall asleep alone in his apartment, but Vanessa's
heavy breasts kept swimming across his mind. Eventually he
masturbated while imagining that Vanessa had taken him home
to her apartment instead.


Vanessa woke the next morning with a splitting headache. She
made herself coffee like a robot and didn't take stock of herself
until she had finished half a cup. She wore nothing but her bra
and panties, having collapsed into bed after yanking off her outer
garments last night. It was the first chance she had had to examine
her body more closely since the odd growing sensation at lunch the day
before.

Her hair was a mess, and her eyes were bleary, but that was to be expected.
The first thing she looked at was her boobs. It was hard for her to believe,
but her memories of the day before proved to be no lie. Her bra shoved her
breasts up and together, as it had been designed to do, but now her breasts
spilled out over the edges and ballooned up in tight swells, giving her
impressive quad-boob. It was hot, so sexually provocative that she understood
Nigel and Alistair's reactions much better. Even though it hurt, she left her
bra on, enjoying the way that the pinching made her feel sexy. It was hard
to tell, but she thought she might be taller. She would have to measure herself.
Her eyes caught on her waistline. The change there was even more dramatic than
the change at her bust. Whereas before yesterday, her waist bowed out away
from her hips, now it drew in slightly. She was still quite thick-wasted,
but her wide hips were now wide enough that she had an hour-glass figure
again, even if it was a very slight hour glass. Her panties were sliding into
her crack like a thong, making her think that maybe her hips had actually
widened. Turning, she eyed her ass and saw that it too, had swollen. She gave
it an experimental slap, and decided that it was firmer as she watched it
jiggle.

"Damn. I look good." She said to her reflection. She opened her arms and
shimmied her chest at herself.

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Vanessa's breasts bounced with each footfall as she walked towards the subway.
Her sunny disposition was ruined when she saw Mathew running down the street
opposite her. He looked stunning as always, though there was something off
about him. It might have been her imagination, but it seemed like his rugged
handsomeness had softened ever so slightly. Vanessa had often joked that
she brought the money to the marriage, and Mathew brought the looks, so
she thought it was funny that now she looked better than ever while he
looked a bit worn down. *It's almost like he's paying me beauty alimony.*
She thought. Alimony was on her mind since she had just written her second
check that morning.

The idea of it made her smirk. Imagining Mathew's attractiveness flowing
into her was enough to get her back in a good mood, and she continued
on her way to work.

The trading day was a slow one for her, or rather it was an ordinary one,
except that she had been on fire ever since the divorce went through.
Half an hour before she was about to go talk to one of the analysts
about the report he had just finished on Georgia's real estate market,
she felt a familiar pinching sensation in her chest. She quickly rose
and walked to the ladies room. One advantage of being the only woman
at the Mortgage desk was that she had the bathroom all to herself.
She locked the door behind her and began rapidly unbuttoning her
blouse. She watched in the mirror as her breasts swelled, pressing
tighter and tighter against the fabric of her new 44GG cup bra.
Fortunately, the band was a little loose so the bra had room to pull
away from her body, but the cups were rapidly overfilled. Her stomach caught
her eye, and she realized with delight that it was actually shrinking.
The puddle of fat jiggled a little as it shrank. Taken together it
looked like the fat in her stomach was migrating up into her breasts,
her body redistributing the mass. A similar process was going on with
her thighs and ass. It was slow and subtle, but as she watched her
ass swelled out against the tight fabric of her pencil skirt while
her thighs drew slowly in.

Vanessa surprised herself with the soft moan that escaped her lips.
Amazement filled her, but it was rapidly being displaced by arousal
as she watched her body grow sexier in real time. She brought her
hands up to cup her massive chest, and pressed her growing bosom
together while biting her lip. *God this is hot.* She thought.
Her hands looked so small against her domineering bosom. She rocked
her hips back and forth and leaned down, presenting a jaw dropping
tableau to the mirror. Her dark cleavage exploded out of the overstretched
bra and her eyes smoldered with promise and desire. She slid a hand
down the front of her tight skirt and found her clit with her elegant
middle finger (somewhere along the line she seemed to have lost her
sausage fingers). The first touch sent a tingle of pleasure bouncing
around her nerve endings like a boomerang. She ground her plump
lower lip between white incisors and gasped. She had not been this
horny since she was 16, and it only took a minute or so of flicking
to bring herself to an orgasm so intense that she had to lock her
muscles and go ridged in order to avoid moaning loudly enough that
the whole office could hear.

When she regained enough sensibility to take stock of herself she
was greeted by a half naked voluptuous Amazon staring back at her
from the mirror, powerful chest heaving with leftover passion
and hair awry. Realizing what she had just done, Vanessa hastily
grabbed a wad of tissues to mop up her juices before the stain
could spread to her skirt. Fortunately, she had finished quickly
enough that the damage had mostly been confined to soaking her
panties. Once she had triaged the immediate issue, she straitened
up and buttoned her blouse back up. She had trouble fitting the
top two buttons back in place, and the there a gap between her
second and third buttons that just didn't work. She thought she
might be able to take some of the pressure off if she took her
bra off, but that would just move the pressure down and present
other problems. In the end, she opted to pop that button, which
showed more cleavage than was entirely professional, but it was
what she had.

As she straightened her shoulders and neatened her hair, she
realized just how tall she had become. Before whatever was happening
to her had started she had been 5'10" in bare feet. Most women her
height would have stuck to flats, but Vanessa wore heels religiously.
The extra height made her taller than almost everyone, which gave
her a powerful presence. It tended to unsettle the men who surrounded
her in a way she had learned to use. Unused to dealing with a woman
with her physical presence, they often let her take the lead in
conversation while they tried to figure out what to do with her.
Now she realized just how massive her black spike boots made her when
she took into account the couple inches she had gained.
The new boots (none of her extensive shoe collection fit anymore)
had been on the provocative side before her recent blow-up, but now
taken in combination with her yawning cleavage she was throwing
out too much sex-appeal for work. The 4" heels would make her
absolutely tower over her co-workers now. Somehow Vanessa did
not mind the thought.


The analyst was starting to clean up his papers when Vanessa swept
into the small conference room. "Hi Charlie. I'm sorry I'm late.
I got a little held up."

Charlie gaped at her. Vanessa Velasquez was mostly a name from
email chains to him, but the impression he had formed of her hardly
matched the woman standing in front of him. Vanessa was a large woman,
but large meant fat according to Charlie's memory. The towering woman
in front of him was definitely large and there was plenty of soft
padding on her frame, but he would not call her fat. A part of him
knew he should not be staring at his co-workers bust so obviously,
but the jutting mass of her breasts had a gravitational force
he found difficult to resist. The part of his mind that understood
his behavior as inappropriate became smaller and smaller as his
consciousness was drawn deeper and deeper into the darkness between
her breasts.

Vanessa pursed her lips in annoyance. She knew she was showing a
bit more skin than was entirely appropriate, but that did not
give anyone an excuse to ogle her with the sort of naked lust
that she now saw on Charlie's face. Coming from a junior analyst,
it was even more irritating. Analyst's at Merrill Lynch came
in two flavors. The senior analysts who did market research
out of passion, and the junior analysts who were there as a stopping
point along the way to business school. Junior analysts were the
lowest of the low. They worked brutal hours for relatively shit pay in
the hopes of making it in the industry. Vanessa had been in Charlie's
shoes once, so she could sympathize with the dark circles under his
eyes. That would not stop her from coming down on him like a ton
of bricks. "Charlie, do you want a career in finance?" She asked,
in a mild voice.

"Yes Ma'am." He said reverently.

"And do you know how to get one?" She asked.

"By doing everything the traders and salesmen say." He replied.

"That's right. You do everything I say. Your whole job is to
make me better at mine. If you spend eight hours running down
one fact that I could have found in five minutes, the company
considers that a good use of everyone's time. It would take me
one five minute phone call to get you fired. You report to
Tony White, right? I own you." She said.

"Yes Ma'am." He said, still staring at cleft of her bosom.
Her words filtered into his pliable mind, finding the deepest
parts of his being before settling in to take up permanent
residence.

"So given your total dependence on my good will and sunny
disposition, you might want to reconsider ogling me right
now." She said.

Her words tugged at Charlie's mind, but he just kept right
on staring, "Yes Ma'am." he said.

"Charlie! Look me in the eyes!" She commanded sharply.

At her direct command he immediately lifted his gaze to
meet hers. Her dark eyes were not quite as hypnotic as her
heavy bosom, but he soon felt himself tumbling deep into their
dark depths.

Vanessa started. There was something in the absolute adoration
in Charlie's eyes that gave her pause. She had not seen anyone
like that since... He was reacting to her in almost the same
way she had reacted to Mathew. She shied away from the thought
of Mathew like an animal hiding its broken paw. She continued with
her dressing down, "You never want to displease me again, do you
Charlie?" She asked.

"No Ma'am." He replied earnestly. Something in his voice gave
Vanessa the unwelcome impression that he would kill or die for
her.

"Then, please, tell me what is going on with the Georgia
real estate market. You said that rents were getting out
of whack?"

He seemed to come back to himself a bit while he explained
the contents of his report, but the note of adoration never
quite left his voice.


Her doctor gave her a clean bill of health, insisting that
Vanessa was as healthy as ever. Her hormones were not even
elevated. The visit had not been entirely uneventful, as
it Vanessa had had to snap her fingers in front of her doctors
face to get the woman to stop staring at her boobs when she
first undressed. *I know they are big, but jeez, everyone
is being so rude about them.* She thought to herself later
in her apartment. She gave them an experimental heft, but
the just felt like normal boobs to her, albeit massive ones.


"Hey sis! Oh my god, you look amazing!" It was the weekend
after Vanessa's second growth spurt, and she was visiting
her sister Maria. Maria swept in to wrap Vanessa in a tight
hug, shoving her face between her little sister's huge
tits in the process. Vanessa had always been taller than Maria,
but the two new inches of height and the new pair of wedge
sandals she was wearing combined to place her boobs just
a bit under head height for the 5'7" Maria.
"These tits are legendary." Maria continued more quietly,
stepping back and hefting Vanessa's huge chest.

"I know!" Vanessa preened. "I don't know why but, I'm
suddenly growing like a weed at 34 years old."

Maria slid her hands down to Vanessa's waist, "And loosing
some weight too it looks like. Or maybe just moving it,"
She said with a wink, sliding her hands back up to Vanessa's
chest.

"Alright, sis, this is getting weird." Said Vanessa, but she
was glowing in Maria's praise. Growing up the Velasquez
sisters had been a couple of busty bombshells, and if Maria
was a bit hotter, the difference had been minimal. In the
last decade, that had changed with Vanessa's swelling
waistline. Maria's Pilates instructor lifestyle kept her
sizzling hot body in good trim, and the contrast had been
Vanessa's least favorite thing about seeing her sister for
the last couple of years. She tried to shove her resentment
as far down as she could reach, so it came as a surprise just
how good it felt to hear Maria exclaiming about her latest
developments.

"My lips are sealed." Maria replied. She let out a little
squeal of delight and grabbed Vanessa for another fierce
hug. "I feel like I'm getting my sister back!" she said.
"Ditching Mathew was the best decision you ever made."

"Yeah, I guess I did sorta disappear for a while there
didn't I?" Vanessa said when her sister eased off enough
for her to breath again.

Maria looked at her seriously, "The important thing is
that you're back." She turned around and called, "Jorge,
Christina! Aunt V is here!"

The kitchen was quite for a moment before a tiny streak
of chaos shot through the door and slammed into Vanessa's
leg. She bent down and scooped Christina up by looping one
arm around her thin waist. "Christina! I tricked you, I'm
not Aunt V, I'm the Tickle Monster!" She crowed.

Christina was wriggling and shouting upside-down in her firm
grip, trying to evade her frantic tickles when Jorge
walked sedately into the room. At six years old, he was
nearly a man in his own eyes, and childish games like the tickle
monster were far beneath him. Vanessa put Christina down (where
she pouted at being abandoned), and crouched down so
that she could look Jorge in the eye. "Hello Mr. Jorge.
How do you do?" She pantomimed a curtsy (glad that she
had retained enough of her athleticism to avoid collapsing
at the awkwardness of a squatting curtsy).

Jorge looked at her suspiciously, wondering if she was being
entirely serious. Then he seemed to make a decision because
he said, "Hello Aunt V." His lisp somewhat ruined the seriousness
of his face, but Vanessa suppressed the urge to coo and scoop
him up. Jorge did not want to be told that he was the cutest
goddamn thing in the room even if it was true.

The afternoon spent playing with her niece and nephew left
Vanessa feeling content in a way that she had not felt for
years. Not even the speculative looks she sometimes caught
Maria giving her could make a dent in her mood. A part of
her knew what Maria was thinking about, but she had long
ago decided she wanted no part of that. She had plenty of
practice not thinking about things she didn't want to deal
with.


Something had definitely changed. No one had ever been as
completely hypnotized by Vanessa's tits as Charlie was that
first day, but she had been noticing that people had more
trouble than was entirely natural tearing their eyes away
from her chest. It was more intense when she displayed
cleavage. One time she went to the grocery store in a tank
top and had to insist that the cashier charge her. After
that she made sure that her boobs were well covered.
It also seemed to have something to do with her intentions.
When riding to work on the subway one day she had been
thinking about the upsides of the odd new phenomenon,
and suddenly realized that everyone was staring at her
tits. As soon as she noticed they seemed to lose interest.

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Vanessa had been half expecting another growth spurt for
days now, so she was prepared. The second one had happened
almost exactly a month after the first, and now it was a month
after the second. As soon as she felt the stretching in her
breasts, she scooped up her purse and walked to the bathroom.

She pulled her purple turtleneck over her head in a smooth motion,
that exposed the heavy breasts which were already spilling over
the edge of her bra. The sight of fat melting off her belly and
filling her breasts was just as hot as it had been the last
time. *Is this happening faster?* She wondered. She did not
remember her flesh flowing up over the cups of her bra quite
so quickly the last time. She heard a creak from her skirt,
even though she had made sure to wear stretchy fabric today.
Just to be one the safe side she unzipped it and stepped out.
Here eyes stayed glued to her legs as firm pillars of muscle
emerged from a rapidly melting layer of fat. Her widening
hips and the disappearing fat conspired to give her a mouth
watering thigh gap.

Her attention was grabbed when the overstretched straps
of her bra suddenly gave out. Her chest jumped and jiggled with
the release. She shrugged out of the ruined garment and bit
her lip at the way her firm breasts stood proudly out from her
chest. Despite their heft, they did not sag, and she so no
sign of the strain marks that could afflict some extremely
busty women. Her thumb sized nipples and fist sized aureole
would have been large on most women's breasts, but on hers
they looked small. She pursed her lips and turned sideways
to thrust her chest and ass out in a cheesecake pose. The
sight was enough to make her grow damp.

A final spurt of growth made her breasts shoot out and her
head shoot up, and then it was over. The last couple of times
she had grown, Vanessa had looked better, but this was dramatically
different. She could no longer be plausibly described as fat.
Large, yes, but definitely not fat any longer. In her heels,
she was 6'6", and the height gave her a presence that she knew
would make her impossible to ignore. Her feet did pinch a little,
but fortunately they had not grown as much as in the past. As usual,
the biggest change was to her spectacular bust, but her newly flat
stomach was a close second. *If Charlie had trouble with me last time,
he won't stand a chance this time.* She thought, recalling the way
that the 23 year old had looked at her.

She fished a green push-up plunge bra from her purse and held it
out in front of her. She had ordered it custom made, but if it
had cup sizes it would have been a 42 double J. It looked truly
massive in her hands. When she picked it up from her tailor
she remembered thinking that it looked like a contraption for
carrying bowling balls. Now, she realized that the bowling balls
would have been swimming in it. She slid her arms through the
straps, and realized even before she fit her breasts into the
heavy garment that the cups were too small. Fortunately, the
band was loose, and it sort of fit when she let it out as far
as she could. It would not provide very much support, but
she hardly needed any. She adjusted the cups, heaving her
heavy breasts bodily around, until her quad-boob was minimized.
She had really been hoping to avoid that this time around, but
she had underestimated her growth.

Her panties were riding up over her wider hips, but actually
still fit fairly well because of her narrower waist. She
wasn't sure, but she thought she might be back to the 34 inch
waist that she had worn in college.

It was a bit of a struggle to get her skirt back on, but her
fears of a wardrobe malfunction proved unfounded, as the stretchy
fabric managed to cover her rump, though not without her hem sliding
up nearly to mid-thigh. *Look at those legs, girl* she thought
posing for herself. Her turtleneck took some persuading to get over
her breasts (if they were not quite so perky it would have been
easier), and then the front kept pulling out of her skirt after
she tucked it in. It took cinching her belt down tightly enough
that her new wasp waist was dramatically obvious to get the
turtleneck to behave. She had bought the purple shirt back when
she was just wearing a 44FF cup and her massive mammeries
now stretched it out so much that she could clearly see her breasts
through the translucent fabric. The woman in the mirror exuded
a confident dominance which felt both alien and right. Vanessa
did not understand what was happening to her, but she knew she
liked it.


Vanessa close two more big sales that day. Her customers concerns
just melted under the reassuring onslaught of her silky contralto
through the phones. After she closed the last one, she looked
up to see her co-workers watching her. She decided not to say
anything about the fact that Barry was watching her chest the
whole time. Instead, she crossed her arms under her bosom
and beamed at them. When she did every set of eyes in the room,
locked onto her chest. "What can I say, I'm a kick-ass
saleswoman." She said. To her surprise instead of whooping
or clapping her on the back or any of the other things she
expected, they just nodded as if absorbing a piece of ancient
wisdom. After basking in their regard for a moment or two,
Vanessa decided that the looks of adoration they were giving
her might have more to do with her figure than her sales
numbers. With the realization they broke off, but there was
something different in their eyes. Vanessa warred with herself
about whether to bask in her odd new ability or whether to be
worried.

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Mathew endorsed the alimony check that had just arrived in the
mail and took a snapshot with his phone. It cleared, just like it
had the last couple of times, then he suddenly felt exhausted.
His vision went blurry for a moment and his muscles relaxed
unbidden. Something about taking Vanessa's money drained him
emotionally. It was odd because he had been perfectly comfortable
taking advantage of countless women over the centuries, and until
Vanessa managed to escape his influence long enough to survive him
she had been entirely unremarkable. He saw no reason why taking
advantage of modern marriage law should make him feel any different.
He never felt any guilt when he fed on her magic when they were married,
and taking her money was such a small thing compared with that. He had
been literally draining the years of her life without a hint of guilt,
and yet now he collapsed every time he deposited a check. The conscience
of an incubus was a funny thing.

He stood and went to the bedroom where Felicia was still sprawled.
*I'm such an idiot.* He thought looking at her deflated frame.
He must have overfed the last time they had sex. He was so used to
Vanessa's deep well of power that he had failed to moderate his
feeding to compensate for his new weaker food source. Like Vanessa,
Felicia was a powerful untrained witch. Perfect for Mathew's needs.
Unfortunately, he had gone overboard and now she would not last the
week, much less the decade he had planned to keep her for. Even her
body had degraded, he noticed, her once proud DD cups deflating
and her firm ass going flabby. He pressed his lips together in
annoyance and wicked the rest of her magic away into himself.
He had taken his time in selecting a new partner. He would not be
able to afford being as choosy when he selected a new one.

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"Fuck, sis. You weren't kidding." Maria Velasquez said, goggling at her
amazonian sister.

"I know right?" Vanessa smiled and cocked a hip. She was wearing a bra
that fit, but her skin tight jeans and tight gray tank top were completely
dominated by her powerful body.

For the first time, Maria felt a hint of jealousy when she looked at her
little sister. "Well, let's see what I can find out. I know you hate
this stuff, so I'll try not to be too witchy."

"I called you Maria. I don't like it, but you're the only one I know
who might be able to figure out what is happening to me, and if it
is dangerous. Do whatever you have to." She said.

Maria nodded, "Ok. First I'm going to do a smudge to get any magical
impurities out, then I have some truly awful shit for you to drink.
That should give us a better idea of what we are dealing with. Ok?"

"A smudge. Sure, why not?" Said Vanessa looking distinctly uneasy.

Maria squeezed her hand, "It won't hurt a bit." She said.

"Liar." Vanessa said. Maria was a hedge-witch. She did not have the
kind of mojo that could give her a clear look at a more powerful
witch's aura without some pain involved.

Instead of answering, Maria shifted her grip to Vanessa's shoulder
before gathering together a collection of herbs. She lit the herbs
with a flick of her fingers and began walking around her sister,
holding the smoking bundle low.

When the smoke touched her, Vanessa felt an itching in the back
of her throat. It turned into a cough a second later, and the
white smoke surrounding her disappeared in a flash of white-gold
fire.

"Fuck!" Yelled Maria backpedaling away from Vanessa. After a moment
she remembered to put out the smudge.

"What? What was that?" Demanded Vanessa.

"Calm down sis. It's me." Said Maria, a catch in her voice adding
weight to the look fear on her face.

Vanessa rolled her eyes, "I know it's you. I'm perfectly calm."
She made a placating gesture with her hands, "Now would you tell
me what just happened?"

Maria took a long breath before she said, "You just burned away my
smudge spell with hell-fire."

"I'm sorry?" Said Vanessa hesitantly, "I swear I didn't mean to.
You know I have no idea what I'm doing with this stuff."

"Hell-fire is way above my pay grade, and it's not just a question of
power. You have to have some association with hell itself in order
to fling it." She clenched and unclenched her fists. "We have to
take you to see someone. If you've been infected with fire-pox or
some other hellish disease, it could end up killing a whole lot
more than just you."

For a moment Vanessa was 12 again, standing over a runed casket
while somber men and women in formal conical hats and black robes
told her how very brave her mother had been. Hell-fire had played
a roll in bringing about that day.

"VV. We have to do this." Maria said gently.

Vanessa nodded once sharply. She would be fine. It would be just
like going to the doctors. Now if only her hands would stop shaking.


Maria knocked twice on the lower door sunk into the side of the
boxy pale brick building they were standing in front of. "The
seat of wizarding power is in Washington Heights?" She asked.
They were there to see a man who went by the rather ostentatious
name of "The Phoenix".

"No. That's in Beijing these days. New York hasn't been the
center of magic for nearly 20 years." She didn't say, "not
since mom died", but Vanessa thought it anyway.

Vanessa had to duck to enter the small doorway, her six inch
spike boots made her 6'8" (it was the weekend, she could indulge a little),
but she would have had to bend over even in flats.

"If it isn't the prodigal Velasquez." Said the man who had opened
the door. He looked like someone had designed a body to be average
in every respect. Vanessa's attention kept sliding off his plain face.
It wasn't natural. She hated magic.

The Phoenix sucked his teeth in sudden surprise, and Vanessa found it much
easier to keep him in focus. "Sorry about that. I guess I left my
do-not-disturb spell up." He said, a new respect entering his eyes
as he apprised Vanessa. She noticed that his appraisal spent more time
than was strictly necessary taking in her statuesque frame, lingering
particularly on her long legs.

"You said something about hell-fire on the phone?" He asked Maria.

She nodded, "Yeah. I was just doing a basic smudge and Vanessa just
burned it away. She has no idea how."

The Phoenix nodded. "Well, I definitely need to follow up. We can't have
any more outbreaks." He sighed. "This would be much easier if you were
trained."

Vanessa pursed her full lips. There were very few people in the magical
community who understood her decision to be ordinary. With a gift like
hers, why would she ever turn her back on magic? It wasn't worth talking
about with this man.

After a moment of silence, The Phoenix stepped back. "Well, why don't
we step into my office. Maria, unfortunately it has to just be the
two of us." He said apologetically.

Maria nodded, "I figured you would not want to deal with my aura muddying
things up."

Vanessa followed The Phoenix into his office. "Okay, why don't you just
stand there." He said pointing to the center of the office.

Vanessa stepped over to the spot he had indicated and squared her
shoulders. The motion set her breasts sloshing under her tank top,
and it took a second for them to come to rest. When they did The
Phoenix was able to tear his gaze away and look her in the eyes.
He took up a position opposite the busty Latina beauty. His eyes
were right at her nipple height, so it was a struggle to keep his
eyes on her own sultry gaze. She looked a little amused at his
difficulties. He was suddenly convinced that she knew he had a
raging erection under his robes.

"Have you seen any other signs of unexpected magical discharges?"
he asked.

"Not before today." She replied. "I have been growing though.
It's happened three times now, each time about a month apart."

"Have you felt any increase in your magical strength?" He asked.

"To be honest, I don't really pay attention to that sort of
thing." She said.

The Phoenix looked a little annoyed that anyone could just ignore
their own magic. "Okay. I'm going to take a look at your aura
now."

Nothing seemed to happen, but The Phoenix's gaze took on a far
away look. "Jesus, you're strong." He said softly. His eyes
tracked down to her chest.

He had not moved for a few minutes, so Vanessa cleared her throat
meaningfully. When he didn't react she said, "Phoenix? What do
you see?"

"Your chest is divine, Mistress." He replied, in a tone that was
becoming more and more familiar.

Vanessa rolled her eyes, "Well I already knew that. What about
my aura? What did you see?"

"You have the most powerful aura I have ever seen on any human.
You could break a demi-god to your will. Your humble slave
will help you!" It took her a moment to realize that he was
talking about himself.

"Okay, but what about the hell-fire? How can I fling white death?"
she asked.

"You've stolen the power of a succubus! Truly, it is an amazing working!
I would call it impossible, except that you clearly have done it Mistress!
It looks like you did not get all its power, but combined with your own
strength it is stronger than any full blooded succubus or incubus that
I've met." He said with adoration.

"Is it..." This was absurd. She had the power of a succubus now? "Is it
dangerous?" She finished.

"To your enemies, Mistress!" he exclaimed with glee.

"But not to me?"

"Of course not, Mistress." the enchanted wizard said.

"Well then. I guess that's that then." Said Vanessa.

"Ah. Please Mistress. If I may?" The Phoenix said hopefully.

Vanessa sighed, "Go on then."

"Despite your tremendous strength and obvious talent, not
to mention your legendary beauty and discerning mind-"

"Yes yes. Get on with it." She commanded.

"Right. Well, it's just that the kind of power you have has the potential
to permanently shift power balance of the wizarding world. That could
be very dangerous for you. I will of course do everything in my power to
keep you safe, but it might not be enough. Your life may depend on your
spell-casting ability in the near future." He finished with a hopeful
look on his face.

Vanessa's first reaction was to tell him she wasn't a witch, and wanted
no part of magic, but considering his words, she realized he was right.
She had grown up around magic. If what The Phoenix said was true, she
was punching in a league that sometimes involved lessor gods. She
pinched the bridge of her nose. "And you want to teach me?"

"Yes Mistress." He said to her breasts.

"Fine." She had to accept it. "But I'm not hiking out here every day."

"Of course not Mistress." The Phoenix looked like a cat with the
cream.


"Well?" Asked Maria when Vanessa stepped out of The Phoenix's office.

"It's nothing to worry about. I'm fine. I somehow picked up the powers
of a succubus. It must be that wild magic stuff mom was always talking
about." Vanessa said.

"Well that would certainly explain why you look like a wet dream all
of a sudden." Maria said. "I'm worried sis. Demons are some heavy shit.
This is mom-level magic. I can't help you with this."

Vanessa nodded, "I know sis. I agreed to let The Phoenix show me a
few things." She paused. "Aunt V may have to take a little break
until I can be sure I won't be throwing any white death around
Jorge and Christina."

Maria nodded, "I hadn't even thought of that. You're probably right.
That's no excuse to disappear on me though. I just got my sister
back."


It turned out that when The Phoenix said he wouldn't make Vanessa
come to him, he had meant that he would not make her move at all.
When she returned to her apartment she found him carving a line of
looping runes in the baseboards of her apartment with his finger.
Long curls of wood pealed off as he pointed. "You return Mistress!"

"What are you doing here?" Vanessa demanded.

The Phoenix looked hurt, "I'm warding your apartment. It's terribly
unsafe like this."

She paused, "Right. Fine. That sounds like a good idea."

He smiled and turned back to his work. Vanessa watched him work,
purse dangling from her shoulder. After a while she said, "Can
you explain what you are doing?"

He launched into a technical explanation that had Vanessa lost
after the first ten words. "Enough!" She said. "I guess you
can't." At his mortified look she became gentle,
"Of course you can't. I hardly know anything about magic.
The fault is mine." She said in the voice she usually reserved
for children and animals. It seemed to do the trick because
he nodded solemnly and returned to his work.

When he finished warding her apartment, The Phoenix conjured a
bed-roll and laid it out in front of the door. Vanessa did not
realize it because she was just finishing up dinner (he had
tried to cook for her, but cooking was a place of release
for her so she flatly forbade him from doing so). When
she did notice, she stood on one leg and looked at him
in exasperation, "What are you doing now?"

"I can't leave you undefended and alone! I will guard your
door." He said.

Vanessa's jaw twitched. Even though he professed to be her
slave it felt like he was ordering her around a lot. Still,
she knew he had her best interests at heart as deeply as
she knew her own name. "Very well. I get up early, so make
sure I don't trip in the morning."

He managed to look both deferential and smug for the rest
of the night.

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"It was a pleasure doing business with you." Vanessa smile was
brilliant as she shook the hands of four men sitting around the
table at the uptown bar with her. Their first mistake had been
meeting in person with her. Their second had been meeting in a
bar. Technically, no one was on the clock, but Vanessa had just
made a ten million dollar sale despite that. Ever since her most
recent growth spurt she had found it effortless to dominate the
conversation. The more informal the setting, the easier it was.
She never used her succubus powers, but that did not make her
overwhelming presence simply disappear. Nix as she had
taken to calling him (The Phoenix was just to unwieldy) assured
her that her dominance was entirely mundane.

She was a little surprised when she felt the first fingers of growth
trickle into her breasts as she walked from the metro station to her
home. It had always happened in the afternoon before, and somehow she had
expected that it would happen around the same time. She picked up the
pace, hoping to make it home before things really set in. With every
step, her breasts bounced down with more force. She could feel her
hips shifting under her dress, and knew that it was about to go from
being mid-thigh to struggling to cover her ass.

Passers by were staring at her flashing legs and heaving chest now.
It was the first growth spurt since she had started practicing magic
with Nix, and she could tell that her demonic presence was leaking
(Nix called her ability to make people incredibly hot for her her
demonic presence, though he insisted that there was more to it).
She naturally walked by placing one foot directly in front of another,
as if on a tight rope, but now her stride shifted so that she crossed
her legs over one another as she walked. It was subtle, but the effect
of the strut was to emphasize the way her hips swung back and forth
as she walked.

She was a block away from her apartment when her bra gave up the fight.
Her chest settled down a few inches, and began jiggling much more with
each step. She was a little worried that her chest would jostle out of
her dress, but at least for now the tight black garment seemed content
to just display more and more of her firm cleavage. Vanessa felt
a demonic dominance link with someone behind her form. For the rest
of their life whoever had been watching her ass sway back and forth
would know in their heart that they were the property of a Latina
giantess with the ass of a goddess. Any time they came, they would
be thinking of her, and when they did Vanessa would get a little
bit of their soul. Nix had explained that demonic dominance links
were a working unique to the Succubus Queens. Exactly four beings
in the world could create one, except now Vanessa made a fifth.
She had accidentally established four more by the time she made it
to her building. The doorman succumbed at the sight of her mind
swallowing cleavage, and the young couple that shared the elevator with
her never stood a chance. Vanessa managed to control herself for half
the ride, but when her dress split down to her naval halfway up the
elevator they were hers absolutely and forever.

The reluctant enchantress swept into her apartment with relief.
She had already grown more than ever before, and she was still growing.
*This could be a problem if it keeps speeding up.* She thought.

"Nix!" She called, ripping her dress off her with a single powerful
motion. She gestured at her painfully tight boots and they disintegrated
into a curl of leather. Destruction spells were easy.

"Yes Mistress?" He asked before stopping and gaping. In nothing but
her panties, Vanessa was a sight to behold.

"Can you look at my aura or something to see what is happening?" She
asked.

"Y-Yes Goddess." He stuttered. His eyes lost focus. After a few seconds
Vanessa felt a chunk of his magic flowing into her, and she saw a
spreading stain on his pants.

His magic just kept coming, and he was going to be burning his soul soon.
"Nix! Stop! Stop cumming!" She ordered.

The instant obedience about something normally so involuntary was a
little strange, but the important thing was that she had not done much
lasting damage to Nix.

Her breasts jiggled and quaked as they shot out during one last growth
spurt. Vanessa was now nearly as tall as she had been when she walked
into the apartment, and she was in her bare feet now. Fortunately she
could use magic to re-size her clothes. The cost of buying a new wardrobe
every month was getting prohibitive.


Alistair Whitney felt his pulse speed up exponentially as Vanessa Velasquez
walked towards him. As far as he was concerned she was the perfect woman.
He had been attracted to her for her mind and her soft curves for years,
but the last few months had been incredibly erotic for him as he watched
her body transform until it spoke to his deepest fantasies. He thought
he had ruined things with her the night her divorce was finalized, but
then she had asked him to go out for dinner with her during the afternoon
lull today. At first he had assumed that she was just organizing an
outing of the whole Mortgage Bond desk. He was disabused of the notion
when she told him that she wanted to meet up at the restaurant rather than
leave right from work so that she could, "slip into something a little
more comfortable."

She wore a trench coat, which did little to hide her straining assets,
but Alistair's eyes kept getting dragged down to the platform heels
she was wearing. They were tall even for her. She must have been scraping
seven feet.

"You think they're a little much?" Vanessa asked. He had been so wrapped
up in watching her approach that he had not realized she had arrived.

He looked up, and then up some more, "N-No. They look amazing. I mean
you look amazing. I mean you are amazing." He was in high school again.
He was usually slick with women.

"Mmm." She made a noise of agreement. She was going to enjoy making
him worship her. She had promised herself that the only succubus power
she would use would be to help him last longer, but that didn't mean
she didn't plan to have fun with him. If she hadn't missed her guess
she would be needing to fortify his stamina before they even went home
for the night. "Let's go inside." She purred.

Alistair followed her as she swept into the restaurant. She handed her
coat to one of the servers with a casual grace. The motion was somewhat
ruined by the fact that she had to reach out and turn off the server's
ability to feel sexual desire before he would take it from her. She wore
a black lace cocktail dress which clung to her curves like a second skin,
starting in the middle of her thighs and climbing up her body. The dress
was high necked, but the lace grew dramatically thinner a few inches below
her hips and over the whole top and sides of her breasts. She might have been
wearing some pasties, but she definitely was not wearing a bra. Despite this,
her chest remained high and proud.

Their waiter showed them to their table, and then left after Vanessa
reminded him that he had other customers to attend to. Vanessa dominated
the conversation, plying him with stories about some of her more
spectacular recent sales. Her breasts jostled as she laughed, and heaved
with passion as she emphasized some point or another. Alistair found
himself feeling sorry for her clients. He would have bought the right
to breath from her if she had decided to sell it to him.

The whole time she spoke, Vanessa was eating, shoveling bite after
bite of chicken, potatoes, or stew into her full lips. When the waiter
came to take their order she had asked for two entrees. Alistair had
assumed that she was ordering on his behalf, but then she had just
looked at him until he ordered something for himself. The portion
sizes were huge. They were at the sort of old-school wall-street
restaurant that catered to the alpha-males of the trading pit. Alistair
was never able to finish his meal at places like this.

His head was already buzzing after the first bottle of wine, so
he stopped drinking even as Vanessa ordered a second and then
a third. As the meal wore on her chest seemed to press more and
more tightly against the fabric of her dress, stretching the
already thin lace even thinner. After watching her put away so
much food, he was expecting her stomach to be bulging, but when
he glanced under her breasts it looked as firm as ever. He might
have missed something, because her belly was in deep shadow, and
he had a poor angle, but he didn't think so.

"Well, I have to use the ladies room." Vanessa said, after she
swallowed the last bite of her stew. She rose in a smooth motion,
towering over everyone in the room. Every pair of eyes locked
onto her figure. *Oops.* She thought with a little internal
giggle as her control slipped and she established permanent
dominion over a few of the watching men. It might have been
wiser to avoid drinking quite so much wine, but it was hard
to avoid enslaving them when they kept trying to give themselves
to her so hard.

She remained focused on leaving Alistair free of her sorcery,
so she allowed more people to break under the onslaught
of her swaying hips as she walked across the room. With each
demonic dominance link, her arousal built a little more. She
nearly made it to edge of the room before it became too much
and she allowed the few remaining free people to become her
eternal slaves.

After she peed, Vanessa eyed herself in the mirror while
the two women she had found in there stood respectfully back.
Next to her towering frame, they looked tiny, which made Vanessa's
already stiff nipples even harder. The woman in the mirror
exuded power and dominance out of every pore. Vanessa blew herself
a kiss, and turned on her heel to walk out, but then something
caught her eye. It was hard to tell, but it looked like her
breasts were even more massive than when she entered the restaurant.
The gaps in the black lace over her breasts yawned wider, and
her breasts themselves seemed even fuller. She looked down at her
stomach, but it was as flat as ever. *I guess when a succubus
binges, she just gets killer tits.* She thought with a smirk.

When she got back to the table, their waiter reappeared with
a heaping plate of steak, beans and mashed potatoes along with
a new bottle of wine. Vanessa smiled. It seemed like he was bringing
the food without prompting, but he and the chef had been responding
to her telepathic command. She wanted to see what would happen if
she ate even more. Alistair started to make some noises of
protest, but then Vanessa just smiled at him and said, "I guess
I am still a bit hungry."

Alistair watched in awe as she packed away the new plate of food.
It had more than twice as much on it as an ordinary plate at this
place, which was already more food than one person could reasonably
consume. Despite this, Vanessa polished it off in short order,
her apparent hunger never flagging. It might have been his imagination
but her breasts never seemed to fall back down quite as far after they
heaved up. When she finished she pointed her fork at what remained on
Alistair's plate and said, "You going to eat that?"

"N-No." He stammered, his eyes still locked on the thin lace which
sheathed the top of her bosom.

"What can I say, I'm a big girl." She said, setting his plate on
top of hers and then cupping her jutting bosom. She had to frown
in concentration for a moment there to prevent Alistair from
jerking in orgasm. If she had had to concentrate on avoiding the
enslavement of anyone else she might have failed, so it was a good
thing that everyone else in the restaurant was already broken to
her will. The chef brought out a thick slice of chocolate cake for
Vanessa's dessert, which she destroyed with a contented purr.

It was a fairly long walk to Alistair's apartment, but Vanessa
said she wanted to feel the night air. She was wearing her coat
again or it would have been worse, but she still picked up a dozen or
so new slaves every block with her swaying hips and jostling breasts.
She was drunk enough on wine and magic that she did not care. In
fact, she reveled in it. When they were five blocks away, she said
she was hot and shrugged off her coat. Suddenly, she was dominating
everyone in sight.

The feeling of power flooded Vanessa, and it made her impatient when
they entered Alistair's apartment. Before he really knew what was
happening she had picked him up and thrown him onto his bed. One
quick motion of her powerful arms tore his pants off his body,
and then she was stepping out of her panties and rolling her dress
up her body. Nix had taught her a nifty contraceptive-protective spell,
so she didn't bother with a condom.

Alistair had no idea how he could remain this close to orgasm for so
long. He had been on the edge since Vanessa first took off her coat,
and now she had been riding him for half an hour, crashing through
orgasm after orgasm of her own.

"Please let me cum!" He moaned, convinced that she was somehow
preventing him from orgasm.

Heedless of his cries, she just pounded on, her massive hips
slamming down on his with enough force that it would have injured
him if it were not for the soft bed underneath. "Oh god. You're
a goddess Vanessa. I'll do anything to cum."

She finally seemed to notice his begging. "C-Call me Mistress.
Ask you Mistress if you can cum!" She demanded. Somewhere along
the way she had lost her battle to avoid enslaving him. He belonged
to her as deeply as any of the people who had gotten a glimpse of
her figure on the way in.

"May I cum Mistress?" He said.

After a pause she finally said, "Yes. You may." At the same time
she released her hold on his libido. Alistair blacked out from
the intensity of the orgasm.

"Oh bother." Vanessa said a few moments later, realizing what she
had just done. Alistair had been a clever and interesting man.
Before her change she would have been quite happy to have developed
a relationship with him. Now that he was her slave, any further
relationship they had would be no better than masturbation.

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Vanessa's vision swam towards focus, and she groaned. She was standing slumped
over with her head dangling down in front of her, and her arms drawn back above
her. A thick curtain of chestnut hair hung down over her dangling breasts,
hiding the world from her. Her shoulders ached from holding up her
dangling frame, so she straightened up to take the pressure off. Her head
throbbed when she tossed her hair back over her shoulders, but at least
her arms now had a comfortable bend in them. She thought that the ring set
in the ceiling that she was attached to might have been designed for tension
torture, but she was tall enough that it created only mild discomfort now
that she was standing. The fact that her captors had left her in her heels
helped.

"She's awake." A swarthy man in a gray robe said.

A moment later a small door opened and a blond woman walked in, a no-nonsense
expression on her face. At the sight of the emerald broach at her neck,
Vanessa's pulse quickened. When she was a girl her mother had fastened a
gray cloak of her own with a green broach no so unlike the one at this
witch's throat. They were Wardens then. The realization hit her like a
ton of bricks, and her arms went rigid with strain as she tried to snap
the chains that held her. She hammered against the bonds with her magic
in a brutish vigor. It was all force and power, with none of the elegance
that Nix would have demanded of her. The magical bonds were a hungry maw,
eating up her magic, but they started to weaken under the onslaught. Vanessa
had a lot of magic to throw around. When the chain links started to bend as
her powerful arms strained against them, the swarthy Warden made a gesture
and a bolt of purple force slammed into her belly, knocking the wind out
of her. An ugly bruise bloomed on the taught muscles of her stomach,
and she gasped at the pain. After just a few seconds the pain began
to recede and her skin cleared.

"I guess you've managed to steal more than just the magic of a succubus."
Said the blond woman, glancing meaningfully at the bent chain links.
"You're stronger than you look."

"What do you want with me? You can't keep me here like this. I have rights!
The blood of the accords flows in my veins!" Vanessa was a little rusty
on magical law, but she did know that Wardens could not just kidnap
her and do whatever they wanted with her.

"You're a warlock honey. You've got no rights." The man growled.

"I'm a what? Oh." She said, surprise turning to realization. Warlocks
were witches and wizards who fused demonic essence to their souls
to gain power. A big part of Wardens job was hunting them down. She had
not really considered it because Warlocks normally bound imps or
other minor daemons to themselves. Binding a demon noble like a
Succubus was very atypical. Vanessa's mother had died defending the
Archmage from a warlock who had managed to fully bind a lessor daemon
to his soul. Of course the Wardens would not fuck around with a witch
who had bound a demon noble to herself, even if it was only a partial binding.

The two Wardens watched impassively as she readjusted to a reality
in which she was a dangerous magical criminal. "You don't understand.
I have no idea how this happened to me. I just started growing four
months back, and all of a sudden I had succubus powers. I swear I
didn't do this on purpose. You have to believe me." She ended on
a pleading note. It was hard to look vulnerable when she towered
over her two captors, but she put feeling into the appeal, chest
heaving with the passion of her appeal. The male warden seemed
to have trouble keeping his eyes off the tear which split the
front of her lace dress as she spoke.

"Don't play the innocent here. We've found three witches dead
and stripped of magic. Your aura stains the bodies so deeply it
was hard for us to get a look at their own auras. The only reason
you are still alive is because we have no idea how you did it."
The blond woman said, her face hard.

"W-What?" Vanessa asked. Had she accidentally drank the magic from
some of her new demonic bonds last night? She turned inward to examine
the hundreds of thin threads which fanned out from the darkness of
her cleavage. She had never totally drained someone before, but she
had seen what a thread looked like after she received a particularly
big tithe of power from Nix, and she thought she would be able to
see the signs. Demonic dominance acts upon the eternal soul, so
a little thing like death would not be sufficient to break one of
the bonds. All of the bonds looked healthy, so Vanessa felt sure
that she had not accidentally drained any of her slaves.

"This will go a lot more smoothly if you just tell us. We don't
actually enjoy hurting people." The woman replied. Vanessa
was glad that the man was sitting behind the blond because
it would have been a shame if she had noticed the way her partner
was staring at Vanessa's heaving chest.

"I swear I have no idea what happened. You can ask anyone! I
don't even know how to use my magic!" She said, making a show
of heaving her chest in gasps of fear. With every upward surge
of her bust she could feel another filament of a bond latch onto
the swarthy Warden's soul. Her magic was contained, but her succubus
power had a little more leeway, it seemed.

"I know all about your supposed turning away from magic, Velasquez.
I don't buy it though. Stripping the power from someone is high
level magic, and it has been a thousand years since anyone knew
how to take the stolen magic for themselves. Not even Archmage
John could keep the power for long. You've been sitting on the knee
of some demon tutor. I won't let the fact that you mother was good
cop stop me from putting you down." Rage showed through a crack in
her businesslike mask, and Vanessa realized that this was personal
for her. How had the blond Warden known Sophia Velasquez?

"Wait, stealing magic? What do you mean?" Vanessa asked, finding
the opportunity to set her breasts gently swaying as she adjusted
her stance. The pose they had her in, with her arms drawn up over
her head, forced her to thrust her chest out, which made the motion
of her magical mammeries even more apparent.

The woman rolled her eyes, "The auras of the dead women are incorporated
and dominated by your own aura. It's obvious for anyone with the Sight."
She said.

Vanessa chewed her lower lip, "I-I didn't know." She said. What kind of
infernal magic was she benefiting from?

The woman curled her lip, and conjured an emerald whip in her right hand.
She was just drawing it back to open Vanessa's skin when a purple bolt
of force slammed through her heart. The swarthy Warden stood behind her
collapsing corpse, panting heavily. He looked horrified at what he had
just done, and Vanessa could feel some of the little filaments she
had sunk into his soul begin to come unraveled. She threw the full force
of her demonic power into them while at the same time renewing her attempt
to break out of her bonds.

The man stood staring at her, hate and desire warring on his face, but
he did nothing as she ripped the chains off her wrists and threw them
to the floor. Free of the magical bonds, she walked towards him with
a swaying gait, and buried his face in her chest. She made no move to
draw him into her influence, only allowed his own desire to well up
until she actually had to work to prevent him from becoming her slave.

Drawing back, she asked, "Who else knows we are here?"

"We checked in with the Captain before we left. He won't expect us back
for a while though." The fact that his submissiveness came from the
mostly mundane sexual heat coming off her imposing breasts stiffened
Vanessa's nipples. She did not need a soul bond to turn a man into her
quivering little pet.

She pursed her lips in thought. After a moment she snapped her fingers
and the dead Warden on the floor disappeared in a momentary flash of
hell-fire. All it took to establish eternal dominion over the panting
man in front of her was turning her attention elsewhere.

Her latest slave swirled and flew between her breasts in a rush of
fabric. Vanessa had always used her large bust as a second purse, but
magic had greatly expanded the opportunity. Nix told her that creating
a personal plane was extremely difficult magic, usually requiring
a year or more to design and anchor the space. Making her cleavage
bigger on the inside had been as natural to Vanessa as breathing.
Nix thought it might have something to do with her succubus abilities
interacting with her magic.


Emma looked up from the bright jewels and popping numbers on her phone
to see a very tall woman in a trench coat walking towards her. With
every step the big black spike heeled boots she was wearing clicked
loudly, and her heavy breasts bounced under the coat. "H-hello ma'am.
How may I help you?" Asked the 22 year old Warden.

"I was thinking you could open that door for me." The woman purred.
A shiver of desire traveled down Emma's spine. She hadn't realized
she was attracted to women until she heard the tall stranger's sultry
contralto.

Blushing, Emma said, "I-I'm afraid that part of the station is off
limits to the p-public." She felt horrible about disappointing the
woman.

"Mmmmm. I thought you might say something like that, but I'm afraid
I must insist." Vanessa said, reaching up to let her dark hair down and
shucking her coat onto the floor. She felt the door guard try to
surrender as soon as she started reaching up for her hair, but
she wanted someone to appreciate her reveal, so she did not accept yet.
If Emma had been offering her surrender when Vanessa let down her hair,
she was rabidly demanding that Vanessa own her when the long coat slid
off and reveled the tight black bustier underneath. At first Emma thought
it was a corset because of how it shoved Vanessa's breasts up so sharply,
but then she noticed that it stopped well above the large woman's
navel. After her binge at the restaurant Vanessa had had to use magic
to grow the garment by a couple of cup sizes to get it to fit, and her
breasts still spilled over the edges. The garment would have been torn apart
by the pressure of her chest if she had not reinforced it magically before
cinching down the laces with all her demonic strength. Emma thought it
could have held basketballs with room to spare, but Vanessa made it look
small. Despite the black-hole sexual gravity of the stranger's breasts,
Emma's gaze was drawn downward, following the decent of the coat. An
impossibly thin waist was packed with firm muscle which formed a faint
six pack in the shadows of the jutting breasts. Vanessa's waist swelled
into a set of hips nearly as impressive as her chest, and Emma felt her
on slit grow wet at the sight of the low cut leather boy shorts which clung
to the stranger's crotch like a second skin. Sitting down as she was,
Vanessa's crotch was level with her face. The coat kept moving down pillars
of feminine muscle which ended in a pair of the most vicious platform
heeled boots that Emma had ever seen.

Vanessa only allowed Emma to become her slave after the girl opened the door
for her. It took longer than it might have because Emma took nearly a minute
to come down from her orgasm. Vanessa drew the girl into her chest with a
thought before striding confidently into the room.

She made no real effort to enslave any of the cops inside, but neither did she
resist when they offered themselves to her. The room fell silent as she strutted
down the central aisle, her footfalls echoing off the wall. Will after will
broke on her divine ass. On her hypnotically swaying hips. On her dark eyes.
On her lustrous hair. On her ruby lips. On her brilliant teeth.
On her flashing legs. On her taught stomach. Mostly, though, the minds
of the Wardens tumbled deeper and deeper into her dark cleavage, where they
committed their eternal souls to her service. A few holdouts managed to
resist until she got halfway down the aisle, but then she shifted her chest
to thrust out even more and added an extra sway to her hips. With a thought
she folded all of the watching cops into her breasts.

"P-please take me." Begged the police captain. Vanessa had not bothered to
learn his name. She had saved him for last. The rest of the magical police force
was already stowed safely between her firm breasts. It had taken most of
the afternoon, waiting for the Wardens out on patrol to trickle back to the
station at the call of their Captain. He had been more than happy to obey
the commands of the sultry stranger, despite the fact that Vanessa had yet
to magically enslave him. "I've done everything you ask, Mistress! Now please
let me be your slave!" He begged.

Vanessa smiled down at the man who had ordered her killed. He had been so easily
defeated when it got right down to it. "Very well." She said, a promise of
dominion in her voice.

Standing alone in the empty station she cupped her breasts and then pressed
them together hard, grinding them against one another. It felt good to have
a chest so powerful it could contain the whole New York City Wardens force,
and yet she knew that they only took up a tiny fraction of the space she
had available to her. *Let's start filling that up* she thought, taking
a long step towards the entrance of the dungeon. There was no distinction
between jail and prison in the wizarding world. Wardens had far more power
than their mundane counterparts, and they could and did lock prisoners away
with hardly a hint of a trial. Each Warden station contained a sizable
prison. As the former seat of wizarding power, New York contained far
more prisoners than was typical.

It took Vanessa until midnight to walk all the way to the bottom of the
dungeon, stopping at each cell to let the occupant take in her glorious
body and submit to her will. A few of the warlocks put up an impressive
fight, but in the end they all succumbed when she blew them a kiss
and squeezed her chest together.

When she got to Jordan Price's cage she paused. He bulged with muscle
and towered over even her. The rage in his eyes burned just as brightly
as it had on the day he killed Vanessa's mother. "Down." She commanded
and pointed to the floor, reaching out with a hammer of unshaped magic.
He sank to his knees with a grunt, and tried to struggle up, but Vanessa
was freakishly strong. She allowed him to rage until he calmed, and finally
gave himself to her willingly. It only required a slight flexing of her
demonic energy to make him cum in a great gout that almost reached her feet.
His massive, demonically enhanced cock twitched and shivered as she demanded
tribute after tribute from him. Finally his magic was gone and she began
draining his twisted soul. After she burned his body with hell-fire all that
was left of him was a tiny scrap of soul, floating in her wake, forever doomed
to attend her.

When Vanessa walked out of the station her breasts contained more magical
power than anything else in the world. She picked up her coat with a gesture
and tied it around her waist before stepping back out onto the street.
Drunk on power, she did not do as good a job as she might of preventing
passers by from submitting to her will for all eternity, and she had half
a hundred new slaves before she arrived at her building. On the walk home,
she set the prisoners up so that they would cum out all their magic and
then recover before repeating. It was a strategy designed to squeeze the
most power out of them before they broke. After today, Vanessa never wanted
to feel vulnerable again. She left the Wardens alone. Even though they had
been the aggressors, they had just been doing their jobs, and besides it
might be useful to have an army of battle mages in her boobs ready to jump
out and do whatever she wanted.

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Mathew stumbled into his bedroom as a wave of dizziness hit him. Whatever
curse afflicted him had managed to follow him all the way to Prague.
He had been feeding desperately ever since he arrived, getting back some
of his lost strength, but now he felt it all flow out of him. To his mounting
horror he watched the four witches sprawled on his bed where he had left
them after his most recent feeding deflate. Their beauty disappeared and
he watched as their magic dwindled and dried up. One of them gasped in
pain as her soul was whisked away, and then the other three breathed
their last in a similar fashion. When his victims were drained before,
he had assumed it was due to overfeeding, but now he understood that his
curse somehow extended to encompass them.

The desperate incubus lay gasping on the floor when the episode finally
abated. The kind of magic that could drain the power from an incubus
like him should have been impossible. Yet here he was, gasping on the
floor of his hotel room.


Halfway across the world, Vanessa was smiling as she chatted with the
chief of compliance. Her outfit was demure by her recent standards,
but she still looked like a wet dream in the skin tight sheath of her
high-necked purple dress. She was only wearing 4" wedges,
so she only stood 6'9", which was still more than enough to tower over
the crowd. The compliance chief kept trying to submit to her dominating
breasts, but she easily fended off his questing soul. He was content to
let her take the conversational lead, which she did, plying him with
stories of her latest sales.

"Well if it isn't Vanessa Velasquez! Ezra has been telling us some
wonderful things about you!" Vanessa was cut off mid sentence as
Andrew Dawn, the CEO of Bank of America broke in.
"Johnny! Get over here." he continued, waving at a whipcord thin
man in an Italian suit.

"This is the saleswoman I was telling you about." Turning back to
Vanessa he said, "If you have one more month like you've been having,
you're going to set a new company record. In fact, the only thing
I can see stopping you is if you get a directorship before you can
make it." He was a tall man, so his eyes were level with Vanessa's
full red lip rather than her heavy bosom.

"Pleased to meet you." Said Johnny. Vanessa got the impression that
the CTO was not entirely comfortable at a corporate party like this one.
Then again, no one made it to a C-level position at a big Wall Street
firm without knowing how to schmooze. His discomfort might have had
more to do with Vanessa than with the setting. She could feel his
soul reaching out towards her own, and her chest was definitely taking
up more than its fair share of his mental cycles. Men often found
it unnerving when the animal part of their brain started screaming
at them to fall on their knees and worship Vanessa's perfection.

"Likewise." Vanessa replied, taking his hand in her own. His handshake
was firm, but Vanessa could have ground his hand to a pulp in her
own grip. Instead she just slightly exceeded his grip strength.
She stepped a little closer than she had to as they shook hands,
bringing her chest close to his face. "The new order routers you've
been rolling out are awesome."

Johnny smiled nervously like the quite engineer he had been a long time
ago, glad to focus on a technical matter. "Yeah the Viper algo should
give us an edge for at least another six months."

Vanessa made noises of appreciation about the aggressively named router.
All of the tools that the bank used had names like that. It was what
happened when you let too much testosterone build up in a room. Vanessa
was not actually that interested in the technical details, so she soon
steered the conversation back to a story of one of her recent sales.
The three men around her listened to her intently, as she gestured
dramatically. She might have been laying it on a little thick, intent
as she was to leave them with the conviction that she was the most
promising rising star in the firm. Her shifting bosom dominated their
thoughts even without a bond, and fending off their supplication was starting
to get distracting. Oh well, after the promotion the horny executive were
about to give her, meeting her alimony obligations would be easier
than ever. It was an odd thought. She had been doing such a good job of
putting Mathew out of her mind. It was probably just because she had
sent him a check a few days ago. He seemed to have moved to Prague
for some reason. She was just glad to have him out of the city.

She snapped back to reality when she realized that her bra was several
cup sizes too small. Her bulging breasts were growing faster than
ever, and the huge cups of her bra were looking smaller and smaller
on her. If she had not reinforced the garment with magic, it would have
snapped by now. Once she noticed the growth in her chest, it was obvious
all over the rest of her body. Her skin tight purple dress was pulling
tighter and tighter against her ass, and she could feel more and more
leg flashing through the slits that ran down the sides of its skirt.
Her feet were pinching in her shoes, and she would be breaking out of
everything if she didn't do something fast. Fortunately, she was
a quick study, and she knew enough magic to deal with the problem.
A few discrete gestures relieved the pressure of her bra, as she reshaped
it to fit her better. The massive cups retreated, exposing more breast
flesh, but fitting her growing chest better. The hem and sleeves of her
dress began to creep up, while the neckline crept down.

Her conversational partners noticed immediately, watching in awe as the
already statuesque woman in front of them grew larger. The rest of the
room was slower to pick up on it, but one by one the knots of people
fell silent and turned to face Vanessa. She cupped her chest and bit
her lip, letting a moan of pleasure slip from her full, red lips.
The pleasure of the growth was stronger than ever before, and she had
lost track of her surroundings for the time being.

The neckline of her dress slid down over the very tops of her breasts,
and at the sight of the foothills of her heavenly mounds the first
few onlookers succumbed. Vanessa was trying to spare them, but in her
haze of pleasure it was getting harder and harder to remember to. Her breasts
shot forward in a spurt of growth that showed four inches of dark cleavage,
shaking for a few seconds with the force of it. Her ass and hips shot out in
a similar burst a moment later, but there was no jiggle there. Her ass might
have been massive, but it was all perfect muscle. Each cheek a hard ball of
power atop a pillar of leggy strength. Her hair grew more lustrous and
thickened into heavy waves of chestnut, though a few highlights of a
color that wasn't quite natural began to appear.

When she first cast the resizing spell, she had intended to grow her shoes
by making her heels shrink, but now the sexual energy of her arousal modified
the parameters she had set. Material flowed up into the wedge sandals from the
floor, pushing her heels higher and higher as the wedge folded and turned
into a dangerous looking spike. The spike was 7" tall before the spell began
forming a platform.

Her breasts were the size of beach balls now, but they still pressed proudly
outward, radiating power. Her bra, which had started off the night as a full
cup, was struggling to meet the job description of a demi-cup. Her dress had
been pulled down low enough to expose the whole tops of her breasts, turning
from a full body sheath to a strained wrapping that began six inches below
her crotch and stopped where it hung off the crest of her nipples like a
drowning man. Her body shot outward in one last spurt of growth, leaving the
dress even more precariously applied to her, and then it was over.

She stood gasping with the aftershocks of passion, her massive chest heaving
mightily. Everyone around her had been bound into her service as tightly
as could be. *Oops.* She thought.

One of the servers brought over a platter of deviled eggs at her silent
command, and she began swallowing them one by one as she thought. She
had been trying to pretend that she could continue to have her old life
if she just ignored all the weird magical shit that was happening to her,
but after today that would be impossible. Vanessa would never get that
directorship after all. It was time to accept that she was a witch.
With her level of power, anything else she could be would be a distant
second.

She walked through the building, power ringing out with each long
stride. Her hair and breasts bounced behind her with ever step. She was
no longer trying to avoid enslaving any onlookers who had been in a different
room when she went through her transformation. They fell to the sway
of her devastating hips, the sheen of her hair, the plush moistness
of her lips, and most of all to the jutting power of her breasts.
When she got to the door, it was too short for her. Her magically
forged heels were nearly 11" high, and along with her expanded frame,
that made her 7'9" tall. Instead of stooping to go through the
door she just kept walking, and it stretched up and around to accommodate
her.

She decided to walk home, so she had gathered thousands more slaves by
the time she stepped into her apartment. Until now, being enslaved to
Vanessa Velasquez had carried few obligations. It mostly meant that
you gave her power when you came and hoped desperately that she would
command you to do something to please her. She never issued any commands,
except to Nix, so most of her slave's hope went unanswered. From now
on, the burden would grow. Each of her slaves who could afford it would
provide her with ten percent of their income every year. It was an
appropriate price for a goddess. They would also be allowed to serve
as her servant for a week if they donated a million dollars or more.
She wouldn't be needing the money, not when her slaves made sure she
never had to pay for anything ever again, but it is impossible to work
in the finance industry for long without developing a certain love
of wealth and what it represents.

"Nix!" She called.

When the wizard reappeared and took in the expanded form of his
Mistress he fell to his knees involuntarily.

"I'm going to be moving soon. I want you to start packing up my
things." She made a gesture and three Wardens flew out of her
cleavage in a flurry of whipping cloth. "These three will help
you." After so long contained within the bosom of their goddess,
the magical cops were primed for worship. When they saw the Latina
giantess standing tall in her tiny purple dress and vicious black spike
boots, they came, suddenly and forcefully. Vanessa's nipples stiffened
as their magic flowed to her, merging with her own. The twin furnaces
of magic that were her breasts glowed a little brighter. Vanessa was
constantly receiving magic in gobs from the prisoners she had taken
from the Warden station, and in little dribs and drabs along with
the desire of her numerous mundane slaves, but there was something
different about getting it from powerful magic users standing right
in front of her. It was delicious. Unfortunately, it had also tired
out the Wardens, so she sucked them back into storage, and took
out another set of three. This time she kept a firm grip on their
minds, and they managed to survive the initial sight of her without
incident.


Maria brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes as she stood in the
doorway watching her sister pull up. Vanessa had never been shy
about demonstrating her wealth, but the bright red Mclaren was
new. The sports car purred with repressed power as it eased into
the drive way. A gull-wing door popped open, and a heavy burgundy
spike boot hit the pavement. Vanessa's taste in heels seemed to
be getting more extreme every time she grew, and Maria realized
that it had happened again as her little sister unfolded from
the lower driver's seat. She was wearing a pair of acid-washed
blue jeans tight enough that she could have been poured into
them, and her legs just seemed to go on and on and on as
she stood further and further up. A pair of aviator sunglasses
dangled from the fabric of a white tank top which stretched between
her breasts like a drum. Maria's eyes caught in the firm cleavage
that bounced gently up and down when Vanessa finished standing
all the way up to her considerable height. Maria had never been
attracted to women before, and Vanessa was her little sister,
but she still felt herself growing wet.

"Hey sis!" Vanessa called, walking towards Maria, and sweeping her
into a hug. After a moment she let her go, "Sorry. Sometimes I forget
my own strength." She said at the way Maria was gasping. Vanessa could
feel that something had changed between herself and her sister. The
fact that she was making her own sister soak through her panties was
just a final confirmation to Vanessa that she had to accept that
she was an entirely different sort of person from the woman she
used to be.

"H-Hey sis." Said Maria shakily, still reeling from the pillowy
embrace. "Nice ride."

Vanessa smiled, "Yeah, she's pretty sweet. You want to take her
for a spin?"

Maria smiled, "You'll have to teach me how to drive stick."

"Not on that, I won't." Vanessa replied with a grin.

There was a lull, and then Maria said, "So I guess you've decided
to embrace witchyness after all."

Vanessa nodded. Even a hedge witch like Maria would be able to
feel the twin suns of magic she was packing this close. "I can't
ignore whatever is happening to me. The Phoenix is teaching me
some stuff."

"You got The Phoenix to take on an apprentice? He hasn't had one
in centuries."

"Yeah, well, I just batted my eyelashes at him." Vanessa replied
with a grin. She didn't think it was necessary to explain that
her relationship with Nix was that of a mistress to a slave rather
than an apprentice to a master. At Vanessa's words, Maria was
struck by the idea of Vanessa turning the full power of her new
sex appeal on a man. She almost felt sorry for The Phoenix.

They chatted about Maria's work at her Pilates studio, and Vanessa's
decision to move into consulting for a little while (she wasn't ready
to tell people she had decided on a career of succubus queen quite yet).

Eventually Vanessa picked up on the fact that something was bothering
her sister, "You seem worried about the kid's safety. Is there anything
going on?" She asked.

"It shows, huh?" She said, "It's just that with the NYC Wardens gone,
magical crime has been skyrocketing. The darker Voodoo clans are
starting to realize there are no more consequences for harvesting the
organs of young witches and wizards. Neither of the kids have shown
the signs yet, but they are young, and I'm worried the clans might
not want to wait."

A wash of guilt flooded through Vanessa. She had been so focused on
removing the threat to herself that the Wardens represented that she
had forgotten all about the community they served. The Wardens in
her infinite cleavage were her own private army, but she had to stop
keeping them in reserve. "I-I hadn't heard anything about this."
She said.

"Well, you wouldn't. You've been away from the craft for a long time
VV. Not many people think to call you when shit starts to go down.
I didn't even realize you wanted to be part of the life again until
today or I would have given you the heads up. No one is hitting
civilians. At least not yet."

They talked a little more, but Vanessa was shaken up, and soon
found an excuse to withdraw.


"Mistress, please don't come with us. You are stronger than a dragon, but
still inexperienced. It is not worth the risk to your life." Captain
Salazar pleaded.

"Captain, I think I've made my wishes crystal clear. I'm going to personally
rip the magic out of anyone we can find who has been killing other mages."
Vanessa's eyes flashed with anger. It was partially at herself, but mostly
directed at the animals that had made her sister fear for the lives of
her niece and nephew.

"Yes, Mistress." He said, submissively, though not so submissively that
Vanessa did not hear a note of admonition in his voice. Her slaves were
incredibly obedient, except when they thought that her safety was at
risk. Then they overflowed with gentle suggestions, and quite pleas.
To be honest, she was glad of it. She knew she had little experience
in this world, and any advice from sager heads was welcome. It had taken
some effort to entice them to share their ideas on other subjects in a similar
way. Vanessa much preferred being right after the correction of one of her
slaves to being wrong and uncontradicted by someone who knew better.

The inky black corset around Vanessa's torso pulled tightly against her
with enough force to crush a steel beam, as the slave behind her used
magic to cinch the laces tight. She hadn't noticed the way her
physical strength had increased so dramatically after previous changes,
but it had quickly become apparent during the crash course in magical
combat that the Wardens had been giving her during the last couple of
days. She wanted to hit the Voodoo clans as soon as possible, but that
didn't mean she could not prepare. The corset was made of the same
spun-midnight substance as the Warden's tactical armor over a dragon
bone frame, though Vanessa's armor was much thicker. Warden armor
was thin but still quite heavy, a single millimeter thin breastplate weighing
as much as 25 pounds. Vanessa wore a centimeter of the stuff, and had
more surface area to cover than usual. The corset was much higher than
Vanessa would normally wear, only exposing four inches or so of cleavage
at the tops of her breasts, and that through a keyhole opening. Above
the keyhole the garment continued up her neck to her chin, and tight
sleeves covered her arms. The material flowed seamlessly from hard plates to
a more flexible, yet still tough, consistency. She only included the keyhole
in the design because so much of her magic was channeled from her breasts.
It would be useful to retain access to her pocket plane in the middle of
a battle.

She already wore a matching set of skin tight pants, so now the slave
behind her fitted her with a heavy midnight black skirt which went down
to her knees. The tough fabric took off at a steep angle from the belt
fastened around her wasp waist, to flare off the curve of her butt.
Overall it was a sexy outfit, but not one overly concerned with being
so. As might have been expected, her one concession to vanity was the
pair of heavy spun-midnight boots on her feet. In all the outfit weighed
over 1700 pounds. When you threw in the boots, it comfortably broke a
ton. Vanessa wore it as easily as a summer dress. Of course with that
much weight, she had to be worried about collapsing whatever she
was standing on. Fortunately her slaves had woven a flight spell
into the boots.

"Give me a badge." She said to Captain Salazar.

"Here, take mine. I will show you how to use it." He replied, glad to
have a way to obey Vanessa that did not put her in more danger.

"You might need that. Do you have any spares?" She asked.

"Yes Mistress." He said, and disappeared. Vanessa felt him reappear
in the office within her bosom and rummage through a draw. The Wardens
were rebuilding their station inside her pocket plane, on her orders.
She had carved out a little space for them, and allowed each of them
the ability to teleport within.

He returned a moment later, holding a green pendant. "Badges serve as
magic amplifiers." He explained. Vanessa nodded, she had been meaning to
learn how to use one, but she just hadn't found the time during the
last couple of days. "Given your overwhelming power, you probably don't
need one, but it will be a good skill to have. You just feed your magic
into the crystal, and it reverberates within. After a few seconds you
can channel the magic into a more powerful working. Watch me." He
said, and his own badge glowed brighter and brighter. Eventually he
channeled the magic out through his hands, and a red rose formed
from the air. Vanessa gasped, creating living things took a lot of
control, and even more power. It was a trick few wizards had managed.
Illusory roses were one of the first things that young mages mastered,
but real ones were something only a very powerful witch or wizard could
pull off.

Vanessa poured a trickle of magic into her badge, or what she thought was
a trickle. The green gem burst apart in a splatter of fizzling mana. The
smell of burnt sugar filled the air. "Whoops." She said. "Maybe I should
practice a bit more later."

"I doubt we have a badge large enough to be useful for you Mistress."
He said. "But nevertheless it is a skill you should have."


Papa Rain never claimed to be a god, but then, he never denied it
either. Watching him hump the air in the throws of the banda dance,
Leah Morrow was not sure if Baron Samedi was riding him, or he was
riding the baron. Dark magic stretched between the members of the
Ghedes voodoo clan like a spider web. With every shake of their
rattles, stamp of their feet, or bite of human flesh, the strands
of the web swelled thicker. They had been building towards this
killing spell for weeks, but now it was finally happening.
Papa Rain was leading them through a spell that would hit the
vampires of New Orleans like a hammer blow. Here in New York the
Ghedes were safe, but their founding chapter in New Orleans was
not so lucky. The Ghedes had been at war with the vampires since
their founding. Today wouldn't end that war, but it would be a
good start.

Leah was on the outside of the dancing circle. The Ghedes had only
taken her in a few months ago, so she wasn't totally trusted yet.
She was a strong natural witch, but untrained. The 19 year had left
home pretty fast once she was legally an adult, not wanting to
spend another moment in that cloying place. Moving to New York
was supposed to set her free, but instead the city had turned
out to be another prison. The only difference was that the walls
were made of money (or rather a lack thereof), instead of the
iron morality of her preacher father.

Her position on the edge of the circle protected her from the
initial blaze of white incandescence that tore the side off the
building. When God created the firmament and needed a lamp lighter,
he called upon Samuel, first among the angles. With the power the Lord
granted him, Samuel set the stars in the sky. Later, much later,
Samuel changed his name to Lucifer, no longer able to bear the name
his father had given him. He shared his gift among his servants, the
power of fiery creation becoming hell-fire. Now the fire which had
set the stars in the sky rammed through the home of the Voodoo
clan and burned the nascent death curse from the aether.

The air was sucked out of Leah's lungs as it was pulled
into the vacuum that had just been created by the cauldron of energy.
Almost simultaneously, her eardrums broke when the air crashed together
in a terrific thunderclap. Her vision swam with white, and she thought
she had been struck blind until it eventually began to clear. A woman
dressed in a tight spun midnight corset, was walking confidently towards
the center of the room. Leah thought it was odd that she did not hear
a clicking sound as the woman's spike boots hit the ground, but then
she realized that she did not hear anything. A second later she realized
that the woman's boots were not hitting the ground after all, but rather
stopping a few inches above it.

As she watched Aaron Black charged at the woman, knife drawn, and playing
steed to a god. He got five feet away before she snapped her fingers and
pointed to the ground. He stumbled and collapsed, as if he had stepped into
the gravity field of a star. Leah watched as his bones crumbled under their
own weight.

Most of the remaining Ghedes ran towards the windows and doors, flinging
hexes and prayers to smash through the wooden walls when none were near
by. The tall woman in Warden black just let them go. Leah saw why when
the fleeing voodoo priests were cut down by emerald flares of Warden
battle magic. Apparently the Wardens were not quite as gone as the
Ghedes had thought. The New Orleans Ghedes would have to deal with
their bloodsucker problem on their own.

The blood that trickled out of Leah's ears was hot. It was the only
physical sensation she was aware of. Presently, she realized that the
woman who had shattered the circle with a single blast of demon fire
was walking towards her. She was, Leah realized, the most beautiful
woman she had ever seen. A tall Latina goddess, whose dramatic curves
were apparent even in the thick Warden armor she wore. Her face was
perfect, with full red lips and dark eyes framed by eyelashes that had
Leah falling... falling... falling. Distantly, Leah realized she was
getting wet, then she noticed the way the woman's hips rolled and
the knowledge quite suddenly became immediate. The woman was closer
now, and Leah realized that the tiny sliver of cleavage exposed by
the keyhole in her corset was in fact almost as large as Leah's palm.
That made this woman's boobs enormous. Leah was used to being the
largest woman in the room, but this lady made her look flat. Leah
had been in the presence of gods before, and this woman definitely
fit the bill. The power coming off her was simply enormous. There
was only one thing to do.


Leah dropped to her knees and bowed into a full kowtow. A moment later
an unseen force turned her face bodily up to look at the woman again.
The woman's lips moved. "What?" Leah said thickly. Or she thought she said.
She couldn't hear anything. The woman's lips thinned in irritation and
she snapped something over her shoulder. A Warden ran up to Leah and
touched her ears. Leah was not a synesthete, but the pain that filled
her ears still climbed through the different colors of the rainbow
one by one. Then, the pain stopped and she realized someone was screaming.
She stopped when she realized that that someone was her.

"Good. You're done." The woman said. Then, "How long have you been a Ghedes?"

"T-Two. No two and a half months." Leah stammered.

The woman regarded her for a while longer, "Then I suppose this wasn't really
your fault. I need a maid. You'll do."

Quite suddenly, Leah realized that she wanted nothing more than to serve
this woman forever. "T-Thank you Mistress." She said.

An Arabic wizard with the look of a practiced killer walked up to them.
The tall woman turned to him. Leah was dismissed, or at least forgotten.
"That was a pretty big blast, even for you Mistress." Captain Salazar
said.

"Yes. I realized that I had seen the pattern of magic in your badge
crystal before. It's the same resonance that's in my breasts. I just
tried amplifying it a little first." She said.

"Mana furnaces grow exponentially in power with size." He said.

"Well, I certainly didn't feel like I got anywhere near my capacity."
Vanessa said.


"That's amazing." Nix said, letting his True Sight drop. "Mistress,
you bosom is the largest mana furnace I have ever seen."

"What does that mean? I know that Wardens use mana furnaces in their
badges, and that bigger is better, but not much else." Vanessa
said.

"Mistress, we use mana furnaces because while they are not the
most powerful magical weapon out there, they are the most versatile.
An ordinary mage skilled in the use of a mana furnace grows in strength to
attain the level of an archmage when wielding one. Wands and staffs
can channel preprogrammed spells with greater precision and accuracy,
but it takes a great deal of skill to use multiple channeling items
at once, so most Wardens stick to their badge furnace." Captain Salazar
said.

"Saying bigger is better is an understatement. Mana furnaces grow
exponentially in power with size. A captain's badge, for example, is twice
as big as the average Warden badge, but I can pack more than four times
as much power into this guy." He continued, touching the green gem
at his waist.

Vanessa looked at the tiny green gem set in his bronze badge. It was
a little larger than a grain of rice. She did some some quick mental
math. If she said there were 5000 grains of rice in a cup, and she
gave herself a cup of breast mass per cup size (not that she was sure
that was justified), that meant one breast was about 200,000 times
larger than Salazar's badge crystal. That meant she should be able
to hold about 2 ^ 200,000 as much power as Salazar *in one breast*.
The number was so large that she could not comprehend it at all.
2 with 200000 zeros after it. At her typing speed of 120 words
per minute it would take her almost an hour to type it out.
If it was right, Vanessa was just as much a goddess of magic as
she was a sex goddess. "If that's true I should be a lot stronger."
She said, making the understatement of the year.

"I had been thinking that, Mistress." Salazar replied. "I may have
an explanation." When Vanessa gestured for him to continue he said,
"The pattern of energy in your bosom is quite chaotic. It's like
the inside of the sun, with massive forces constantly crashing
against one another. The energy in a Warden's badge crystal is
highly structured, whereas your energy is organic. Untrained."
He said that last with only a hint of trepidation. Vanessa had
done a good job training him to tell her what he really thought
rather than what he thought she wanted to hear. Slaves willing
to contradict her were invaluable.

"Do you think you could train me to structure my energy better?"
She asked.

"I don't know. I've never heard of an organic mana furnace before.
At least not in humans."

"What do you mean, not in humans?" Vanessa asked.

"We harvest our badge crystals from the hearts of dragons. They
slowly build up a mana furnace in their heart as they grow older.
By the time they are full grown Wyrms their hearts have been completely
replaced by the crystal. It is only their magic that keeps them alive."

"Their hearts must be small." She said with a laugh.

"We tend to go after the juveniles. The adults are too much even for
a Warden hunting party. The other reason Warden crystals are small
is because it takes a powerful mage to use a large crystal. The
furnace might have enormous capacity, but you do need to provide
a certain amount of seed magic." He said.

"Very well. I want you two to rework my training regime to focus
on learning how to turn the girls into proper mana furnaces." She
said.

Leah realized with horror that Vanessa had just snapped her fingers
for a second time, and hastened to help her Mistress out of her
tight corset. After a few moments of fumbling, Vanessa said with
irritation, "You are a witch are you not? Use your power."

"S-Sorry M-Mistress." Leah stammered and tried desperately to
thing of an undoing spell. She began a voodoo prayer, before
stopping and trying the book opening cantrap that was the very
first spell she had learned. When, predictably, nothing happened,
Vanessa snapped her fingers and one of the Wardens came over to
undo the supernaturally tight laces of her corset.

Leah was grateful for her dark skin as she helped her Mistress out
of the rest of her garb. If she was white the blush on her face would
have made her beat red. As it was, she was sure that her cheeks showed
more color than usual. She thought she would be able to just slink off
with the clothes, but before she could go Vanessa said, "Oh Leah, be
in the dojo at 6 a.m. tomorrow. It's clear that I'm not the only
one with spells to learn." It took Leah a moment to process because
Vanessa was now standing naked but for a tiny black thong, and Leah
was falling... falling... falling into her dark cleavage once again.
"Leah!" Vanessa's voice was a whiplash.

"Y-yes Mistress. I'm s-sorry." She stammered.

When she had gone Vanessa found that Nix was still waiting patiently.
"Yes Nix?" She asked.

"If I may, Mistress, when did your power develop?"

"I think when I was eight or so. That's normal, right?" She replied.

"Did it get any stronger afterwards? Perhaps when you were going
through puberty?"

She thought back, "I dunno. I guess it was starting to get a bit
stronger before..." She trailed off, "I was an early bloomer,
and I do remember beginning to get stronger before I lost interest
in magic. After I stopped practicing, people kept telling me how
strong I had the potential to be, but I don't remember much of that
before I stopped. So, yeah, I guess I did get stronger with puberty.
That's normal right?"

He shook his head, "No. Mages develop all at once, usually in the
space of a few week, and usually before their tenth birthday. There
are a few cases of latent power developing in someones twenties,
they tend to be some of the most powerful and volatile mages out there,
but I've never heard of someone getting stronger. Whenever people think
they have gotten stronger, they have usually just become more focused,
more skilled."

"So that means."

"Mistress, I've never heard of a succubus who can amplify magic with
her breasts. I think this ability is your own." He said.

"Huh." She said, cupping her jutting chest with her hands. *You girls
are just full of surprises.* She thought.


"Fuck." Vanessa swore. Salazar's lance of green energy had found her
ribs yet again. It did not harm her, but that didn't mean that it
didn't hurt. She was meditating, or trying to. Nix and Salazar had
first tried to get her to bring calm to the raging magic in her
chest by sitting cross legged and listening to soothing sounds with
her eyes closed. It had been a spectacular failure. If anything,
her breasts had grown more chaotic. Today they were trying something
different. Vanessa was trying to loose herself in the flow state
of battle. She wasn't sure if she had always enjoyed combat and just
never given herself the opportunity to find out or if having the
powers of a demon noble had given her a love of violence. She didn't
really care. When she hit her stride, the world dropped away and
a crystalline clarity came over her. The only thing close to it was
when she was breaking the will of dozens of onlookers with her
domineering sexuality. Unfortunately, everyone in the extra-dimensional
space she had replaced the inside of her new penthouse with was as
broken to her will as they could be. There was no thrill to dominating
them.

She flicked the twin red whips that trailed from the ends of her ivory
wands and walked back to her starting point. "Again." She said, and
the two combatants leapt at one another. Salazar was more skilled,
and but Vanessa was faster and never seemed to tire.

They clashed with each other for minutes, until a tendril of
red light found its way past Salazar's guard and flicked across his
face. Vanessa stopped and grinned, her chest heaving in the black
sports bra she was wearing. The tops of her massive breasts gleamed
with sweat. Salazar would have been staining his pants if she had
not locked down his ability to feel arousal before the match. As
it was she felt juicy gobs of magic sliding towards her from the
stands on the edge of the practice mat. A few Wardens filed out of
the room. She had forbidden them to watch after they came once. She
did not want to be stripping the soul of any of her most useful slaves.

Something between her breasts burst, letting a wash of green energy well
up from between her mounds. The mana furnace she had been using to try
to show her breasts the right pattern of energy had burst again. She
looked down at herself with True Sight to see the patterns of magic
within her bosom. True Sight was a trick she had learned only recently,
so things were still a bit fuzzy, but she could tell that her energy
was more aligned than it had ever been.

Quite suddenly, her breasts pulsed with energy and began to expand.
Surprised, Vanessa nearly lost True Sight, but she held onto it,
curious to see what was going on in the magical spectrum. Magic
flowed up towards her from somewhere under the earth, and as it
did so her breasts grew larger and larger. Her sports bra was
made of thick fabric, and had plenty of stretch to it, but
it was clearly not going to last long.

Turning over her shoulder, she could see her spandex boy shorts
facing a similar crisis as her ass and hips shot out. She let out
an erotic moan that filled the room with sexual energy. The Wardens
still watching her started cumming like popcorn kernels popping one
by one. They held off as long as they could, but the sight of their
growing Mistress was just too much for them.

The magic washed over her face and she felt her already breathtaking
visage growing even more beautiful. It moved up to her scalp and she
could feel her hair growing thicker and more lustrous. She hadn't
noticed herself getting stronger during previous growth spurts,
probably because there weren't really outward physical signs of change,
but in the light of her True Sight, the change was obvious. Her muscles
reshaped themselves, and she knew that they were fitting ever more
power and speed into every fiber. She didn't notice when her sneakers
burst under the onslaught of her growing feet.

She felt the biggest changes in her legs and spine. Where previous changes
had made her curves explode, now she shot up like a weed. Her legs stretched
longer and longer, becoming impossibly powerful pillars of strength.
Her torso, likewise stretched upward. Even as she bloomed upward, her
curves continued to grow even more dramatic. She doubted cup sizes, even
the more exotic ones she had inhabited lately, would be able to describe
the expanse of her bosom any longer. Breast flesh folded around her
clenching hands like dough. Each breast could have fit a microwave inside
of it, yet on her towering frame they did not look oversized.

The ecstasy of growth faded a bit, and Vanessa noticed that while much of
the incoming magic was changing her body, an even larger share was turning
deeper within her. As she watched, it melded with her soul, making the
kernel of magic at her core burn brighter and brighter. Watching the magic
merge with her own made her understand the distinction between her own
native magic and the power of her mana furnace breasts. Before they had
been hard to differentiate. Now she saw that they were different, and whatever
was happening was causing her kernel of magic to actually grow. The
new power would get amplified by the power of her growing breasts (now
exponentially more than it had been before this latest growth spurt).

A final surge of growth made her shoot up another four inches and
made her chest jump out. Vanessa gasped, but then turned back down
to try to trace where the magic was going. She was unable to follow
the dimming threads all the way through the earth, but then she
realized she didn't need to. She knew with a totally unjustified
certainty that it was Mathew who was providing her the magic.
The growth had started after her divorce, and she had just sent
an alimony check to some place in South Africa. Come to think of
it, she had always grown a day to two after sending an alimony
check, though the last couple had been a little late, but that
made sense if whatever was happening happened when Mathew cached
the check. *Did I curse him?* She wondered. It seemed like the
most reasonable explanation. *I don't know why I didn't think of
it earlier.* She thought.

With a giggle, she tweaked her shot-glass sized nipples. She had
thought getting divorced was good for her before, but now it was
obvious that it was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

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Leah's fishnet stockings pressed tightly into her long legs
as she hauled the midnight black corset towards Vanessa's room.
Leah was a strong woman, but she would have had no chance of
carrying the garment if it were not for her magic. The stiff, heavy
spun-midnight material filled her arms, refusing to bend more than
an inch or so even when she pressed as hard as she could against
it. This was not Vanessa's battle armor, so the cups on the brassier of the
corset stopped fairly low, but the half domes were still large enough
to easily fit Leah's head inside.

"Come in girl." Said Vanessa. She stood in front of her body length
mirror, calling her crimson whips into and out of existence. The
magic weapons writhed in her hands like snakes.

Leah felt herself grow moist and then rapidly wet at the sight of
her Mistress standing nude but for an overwhelmed red thong.
Even though Vanessa was in bare feet and Leah wore the 6 inch heals
that Vanessa had given her, Leah felt tiny in the presence of the
more powerful witch. Magic oozed out of her every pore. She would
have dominated the attention of anyone with any magical senses if
she was three feet tall. As it was, her presence seemed to bend the
space around her, as if the fabric of reality was creaking under the
load of her power. Her chest was at Leah's head height, so the maid
witch got an excellent view of her Mistress's two perfect nipples
when Vanessa turned to face her.

"Girl, today." Vanessa said, her voice like a whip.

"S-sorry m-mistress." Leah stammered. She had been starring at
Vanessa while her pussy quivered with arousal again. She called
on her power to break the hold that gravity held over the spun
midnight corset she held against her body and lugged it up
so she could fit it around Vanessa's body. She failed to open
the back of the garment enough and it just bumped against the
side of Vanessa's torso. Her grip on her magic slipped as
a wave of embarrassment washed over her, and then the corset
was too heavy to hold any longer. It fell towards the floor
only to be caught and laid gently on the massive bed by one
of Vanessa's dexterous whips.

"Clearly, you are going to need to work something out of
your system before you are any use." Vanessa said with annoyance.
"You may worship my breasts while I check my holdings." She said,
snapping her fingers to call her phone to her.

Leah's mouth fastened over Vanessa's right nipple like a
magnet, and she began sucking desperately. She tried to keep
her moans of pleasure down to avoid disturbing Vanessa, who
was completely ignoring her, but she didn't think she did
a very good job.

After a few minutes of desperate sucking, something changed.
At first Leah did not notice as she was coming down from
a mind shattering orgasm, but then she realized that something
warm and sweet was filling her mouth. Vanessa noticed a moment
later, when Leah's magical substrate started to shift. With a
thought she examined her suckling slave with True Sight. It did
not seem like her own magic was flowing out of her, so she
let whatever was happening continue. She watched in fascination
as Leah gulped down magic laced milk. The girl's magic was changing,
taking on the same demonic cast as Vanessa's own.

It wasn't long before Leah's body began to change as well. Her
heavy breasts pressed tighter and tighter against her frilly
maid's uniform, and before long the sound of popping stitches
filled the room.

Leah was new to the warm sensation of growth, so she did not
know what was happening to her as the feeling spread from her
breasts down her torso to her hips, but she knew she liked it.
Her moans of pleasure reached new heights, and she grabbed her
own surging bosom roughly, too lost in ecstasy to process what
was happening to her. Her 6'3" frame stretched taller and taller
as the growth moved from her hips to her legs, and she had to
bend over to reach Vanessa's nipples now.

Her dress split down the front in a big gash, letting her heaving
caramel breasts fall out. They pressed up against the bottom of
Vanessa's own chest, and then the pressure disappeared suddenly
when her heels gave out and she had to turn her head up to
reach Vanessa's nipples again. The warm sensation spread to her
face and it burned for a moment. Leah had no idea what it was
doing, but Vanessa could watch as her maid went from passably
pretty to glamour model material. When the growing sensation
spread to her hair, her dreadlocks shot out longer and pulled
tighter. It wasn't obvious then, but she would never have to
re-twist her hair again. The ragged look her hair had taken on
during the period of homelessness before the Ghedes took her in
disappeared. Now her dreads were the picture of health.

She had managed to avoid paying attention to her ass, but when
the growth sensation revisited her juicy booty so intensely that
it burned, she gasped and slammed her hands onto each of her
ass cheeks. Under her spreading fingers her butt swelled larger
and larger. Moving her hands to the side, she could feel her hips
keeping pace, though her waist did not seem to be budging.

One final surge of growth wracked her body, making her nipples
burn with the intensity of it, and then it was over. Her magic
had completely converted to contain the demonic cast of a
succubus witch.

Leah stumbled back in a daze, pussy quivering from the intensity
of the unending orgasm she had just experienced. She had not
thought it was possible, but she felt even more fiercely loyal
to Vanessa than she had when she woke up.

Vanessa examined the maid in the magical spectrum, and noted with
annoyance that the girl's breasts seemed to be of the ordinary
variety (if you could call perfectly shaped LL cups ordinary).
They contained none of the patterns of magic of a mana furnace.
It would have been nice to have an army of goddesses at her
command. Then again, there were advantages to being alone in
her divinity.

"Now, the corset, girl." She said.

"Y-Yes Mistress." Leah said, walking to the bed and fitting the
spun-midnight garment over her Mistress's large frame. She didn't
notice until after she had cinched the straps tight that she had
not needed to use magic to move the heavy corset once.


"Mistress! I have a candidate for the order of the Kiss. She is
loyal to you unto death and beyond." Captain Salazar called from
the end of the hall. The original words had contained many more
assurances about the character of the candidate, but Vanessa's
knights only needed one quality: loyalty to their Mistress.

"Is there anyone else who will vouch for her?" Vanessa asked.

"I will, Mistress." Said Nix.

"Very well. The candidate my approach." She said.

Leah walked towards Vanessa down the center of the long hall.
She wore an outfit much like Vanessa's own. A corset made of
the same spun-midnight material the Wardens wore into battle
lifted her heavy breasts. Rather than a light-eating black,
though it was a bright red that seemed to glow. It provided
a stark contrast with her dark skin. Her skin tight pants
were made of the same tight red Warden armor. Her garments
were much thicker than those an ordinary Warden would wear,
but not nearly as thick as Vanessa's were. Heavy red boots
modeled after Vanessa's brought her from 6'8" to 7'4".

"I submit myself to you, Mistress. Completely." She said,
looking up through her eyelashes at Vanessa.

"Leah Morrow. I name you a Knight of the Kiss. My Knight."
Vanessa said, bending over to place her plump lips on the
tender skin of Leah's left breast, right above her heart.
Magic burned into Leah, sending pain worse than she had
ever experienced shooting through her. Her legs sagged,
and she gasped, but she managed to remain upright. Vanessa
was establishing a bond that would allow them to share magic.
The more pain that Leah could withstand, the more efficient the
bond would be. Finally, it was over and Leah stumbled back.
She felt her magic being sucked away, and then rapidly replaced
as Vanessa tested her control of the new link. Of course,
Leah had no control over the magic sharing, though she could
request more magic from her Mistress. She did so now, to experiment.

Smiling at her, Vanessa granted her request, and said, "Do something
interesting."

Leah channeled the magic into a complex illusion of a dragon.
She was going for realism, but realized that would not work out
even before she bent the first photon. Instead, the dragon became
an impressionistic presence, half seen, have felt through the
lens of legend.

Vanessa smiled indulgently at her first Knight of the Kiss.

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Mathew felt better than he had in years. It was dangerous to feed like
this, there was too much risk of getting caught. Still, the incubus
reflected, there was something intoxicating about seducing everyone
in sight, and damn the consequences. Whatever curse was effecting him,
he refused to let it take him down. He was a dead man walking, but he
choose to die at the hand of a Warden or one of the senior Succubus
who policed this kind of excess. He turned to the elegantly beautiful
man at his left and kissed him deeply, draining his soul as their lips
moved against each other.

After a time he drew away from the orgy he had instigated and retreated
to his office. Even an incubus occasionally needed to withdraw from
non-stop debauchery. He took the time to deposit Vanessa's latest
alimony check. It had arrived in the mail the day before. He didn't
really need the money, but he enjoyed knowing that he was taking
it away from her. The fact that an untrained witch had escaped him
still rankled.

His satisfaction at denying Vanessa the fruits of her labor lent
a particularly fulfilling flavor to the sexual energy he drew
from the orgy below, and he rushed back downstairs to rejoin it.
He dove into a pile of writhing bodies, and was soon draining
energy in great gulps. The moment was ruined when a now familiar
sensation spread throughout his frame. Around him, the revelers
began to droop and desiccate. He watched in horror as their beauty
and vigor fled like water poured onto sand. His own perfect body
soon sagged dangerously. The weakening happened much faster than
it ever had before. In just a minute he had lost all of the progress
he had made since the last draining, yet he continued to grow weaker.
Most of the humans around him were already dead, and the magic
users were staggering drunkenly.

He watched in horror as the dropped like leaves, spent by whatever
insidious force had stalked him for months. His own body grew weaker
and weaker, but his stolen strength was enough that he lasted long
enough to watch each of his slaves slump to the ground, shrunken
and drained. Finally, he was the last one left alive. He only had
the strength to gasp sporadically, and then his lungs refused to
work. As the light faded from his eyes, he was still trying to understand
the disease which afflicted him.

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Music pulsed rhythmically in the practice hall, and Vanessa's curvaceous
body writhed in time with the music. Onlookers packed the stands at one end
of the room, and they watched her every erotically charged movement like
a starving child watches rice being served. She had locked down each of
their abilities to experience sexual desire. Her outfit alone would have
had them cumming out their souls, but when she moved in dance it was
completely hopeless.

Her hips, clad only in a pair of pink boy shorts made from the spun-midnight
material of Warden armor, described impossibly erotic circle in the air
in time with the music. Her breasts, clad in a light green sports bra
made from the same material, bounced and jiggled as she moved. The tough
fabric could stop a bullet without a scratch, yet it looked totally
dominated by her overpowering bosom. The bra's u-neck top was cut
very low, so the top of the Latina goddess's chest was exposed, presenting
two huge, soft expanses to the world. Her chestnut hair was drawn back into
a tight pony tail so she could work out, giving her a somewhat severe
look.

She had discovered that dance provided a happy medium between sitting
still to meditate and fighting. Her body was active, but she was
not distracted by having to deal with her attackers. It was just a
bit easier to attain the flow state she needed while dancing. She
still practiced battle magic for eight hours a day, but she also
practiced her new dance meditation for eight hours a day. Vanessa
had always been a focused, driven woman, capable of working long
hours to get what she wanted, but that had improved along with
the rest of her. Now she hardly needed to sleep for more than half
an hour a night, and she was able to remain tirelessly focused
on her goals. Right now her goal was to make up for all her lost
time learning how to be a witch.

Her mind was tranquil as she moved. She could feel the power
move around and through her on a visceral level. She observed
the maelstrom of magic in her chest without trying to stop
it. She allowed the deep well of power in her core to just
be. It was a slow process, but getting to know her own power
could not be rushed. She had already learned to amplify her
power more than a thousand time over using her mana furnaces,
though that was only scratching at the very surface of what
her magical bosom had to offer. The mana furnace crystals
nestled between her breasts lit the underside of her face
with a soft green glow. She had not burst a crystal in weeks,
and they helped her quell the storm in her bosom quite well.

She noted with interest that a great surge of power was flowing
up towards her from under the earth. It was as natural as breathing
to slip into True Sight and watch as the power flowed up towards
her like water from a well. She felt her body change immediately
as the magic entered her. As always it started in her breasts,
whipping her twin storms of magic up into a frenzy, and causing
her generous flesh to surge outward.

Her chest pinched as her sports bra dug into her growing flesh.
The fabric was strong enough to drag a 747 with, yet it soon
began to stretch under the onslaught of her breasts. Her
dominant aura grew even more intense, and reality bent around
her. Of course no mere object could withstand the force of
her body. It didn't take long for the massive garment to split
down the middle and let her bursting bosom free. She brought her
arms forward, and it ripped down her back before fluttering
to the ground. Each of the cups were large enough to carry
a 5 gallon water cooler jug in, yet they had just torn
free of her bosom like tissue paper.

Vanessa's chest was by no means the only thing growing. The magic
flowed into her spine and legs and a tremendous pace, and she
shot upward quickly. When this ended she would be a true giantess,
no longer in the same category as an ordinary person. As her
legs stretched, she felt the familiar growing sensation suffuse
her whole musculature. Despite this, her muscles grew no larger
relative to the rest of her. She continued looking like the
fitness model she had before the growth spurt. She stopped
reflecting on how much secret strength she was gaining when
her shorts popped off her ass explosively. Her prefect rump
burst into view, and the Latina goddess let out a moan of
admiration at her own bubble butt. She flexed her ass casually,
and her cheeks squeezed together with enough force to crush
coal into diamond.

Her pony tail fell into disarray as her hair grew even thicker
and more lustrous. The black curtain grew even darker which did
nothing to diminish its gleam. It took on a faint, almost unseen
highlight that made it impossible look away. Her lips became even
more sumptuous, a burst of red that dragged the gaze to themselves
like the gravity of a black hole. It was impossible to look upon
her lips without imagining oneself being devoured, and even harder
still to do anything but wish for it. Her eyes flashed with such
will and power that the range of things she could dominate with
her gaze became supernatural. She looked disdainfully at her
fallen garments and they flew out of the room, afraid to be
in her sight. She accomplished this through shier force of will,
not reaching for her magic once.

The magic continued flooding into her, and her breasts surged
with growth once more. This was far more magic than she had
ever received before, and it was all making her stronger, sexier,
and more powerful. She grabbed her own breasts in her powerful
hands, and moaned in ecstasy, climaxing as she grew *more*
everything.

She was two feet taller than she had been when this started, and
it showed now sign of stopping. Her spine rippled with growth
and her chest pressed even harder against her clutching hands.
The flood of magic continued for some time before she was able
to recover her wits. She examined the inflowing magic in True
Sight and all of a sudden it clicked. She understood how she
had cursed Mathew. She was sure she could replicate the trick
again if she had to.

When the growth petered out, Vanessa had grown more than 4 feet.
She stood 12'3" in her bare feet, and her breasts and ass made
the curvaceous Latina so erotically charged that space itself
seemed to bend around her, improving her allure. She noticed
the stands were her onlookers had been. They were long since
gone, having cum out their souls at the sight of her transformation,
despite her block on their sexual desire. Oh well. It had been
worth it, Vanessa reflected, fluffing her impossibly gorgeous
hair and pursing lips that could break a man in a second.
The goddess of lust snapped her fingers imperiously and a corset
flew onto her body, re-sizing itself as it came. She stepped
into 2 foot spike boots which magically appeared at her feet, and
allowed a tiny skirt to assemble itself around her ass before she walked
out of the room. As always, things were looking up for Vanessa
Velasquez.

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John Slade looked bored, leaning against the wall at the front of
the lobby. He hadn't moved for five hours, and the unlit cigar
in his mouth drooped so far down that it was a wonder that it
remained between his lips. Just looking at him was enough to
make a body want to take a nice long nap. John liked it that
way. His targets rarely registered him as a threat until they
were drifting off into a sleep so deep they would never wake.
Magical cops sometimes have to deal with beings so dangerous
it is impossible to take them in safely. When an offender
that dangerous showed up in New York City, it was usually Slade
and his sleep magic that made the problem go away. Captain
Salazar may have been a world class duelist, but John Slade
was a magical assassin. Now that the entire NYC Warden's
office had been taken over by Vanessa Velasquez, John spent
most of his time standing guard over his Goddess. He had gone
out on a few jobs since the resumption of regular Warden
duties, but mostly he just watched and waited.

"I gotta take a leak." he said to Zee, the witch at the desk.

"Thanks for sharing." Zee said. She knew that John could have
remained in that spot for days if he had wanted to, but
she didn't think it was worthwhile to bring up his unnatural
bodily functions. Slade gave her the creeps. She only trusted
him now because she knew he was as completely loyal to Vanessa
as she was.

Slade just grunted and walked towards the back of the room.

A few moments after the bathroom door swung shut, a leggy
blond walked through the doors. She walked with a fluid
grace that ripped Zee's attention from the spot on the wall
she had been staring at. The blond woman's chest strained
against a low cut black dress, spilling over the neckline.
She made Zee look flat, but Zee was used to the dramatic
figures of Vanessa and Mistress Leah, and the woman's figure
was not as impressive as it might have been. Nevertheless,
Zee felt herself growing rapidly wet at the sight of the
newcomer. Vanessa and Leah might have had powerful sex magic
at their disposal, but they rarely tried to use it on the
Wardens. This woman was thrashing reality with her sexuality.
Whatever she was, her sex magic was powerful enough that
Zee was panting with desire when she should have been
filling her mana furnace.

Zee gasped when the blond's full lips met hers. How had she
gotten all the way over here? The question slipped out of
Zee's mind along with anything else that wasn't pleasure.
The blond succubus drew magic out of the gasping witch
in great gobs. Her demonic metabolism began breaking the
magic down and packing it away into her own store of
power. It was so rare that the Queens sanctioned feeding
on mages, especially trained mages. Hell did not need a
war with the magical community. Yet, for some reason Sorrel
had been given full reign to attack the sex witch who had
taken over the NYC Wardens. The Queens were getting paranoid,
imagining a mortal could challenge them, but Sorrel wasn't
going to complain.

Sorrel's lips slowed against Zee's. There was no reason not
to savor the moment. Her eyelids drooped lazily. She luxuriated
in the sensations of the magic she was draining. It clouded
her mind with a drowsy pleasure. She had to focus, she was
in the middle of a nest of mages. She would have time to
play with her food once she had enslaved all of them. Still,
the taste of this young guard was so sweet, and it would be
so easy to stay just a moment longer.

A wave of tiredness flooded through Sorrel and she slumped to
the floor. Above her, Zee's head lolled back deliriously.
A part of Sorrel was aware of the sound of a Warden's footsteps
approaching her. A man's face swam into her blurry vision.
"Night night." he said, and her eyes glued themselves shut.

Sorrel was one of the first generation of Succubi. She had
endured an eternity of agony in Hell being used by various
demonic Barons, Counts, and Dukes. She was born in a cauldron
of vicious mind magic, and she would not fall to some mortal
with a sleep charm. Her eyes shot open when she felt her claws
sink into his chest. Above her, John Slade gasped in surprise.
Grinning, Sorrel pulled him down on top of her, pressing her
lips to his. She gobbled as much of his magic as she could before
his life force slipped out of the gap she had placed in his chest.

Sorrel stood to her feet and gave John's body a hard kick.
She had gotten complacent. Human mages could be tricky, hadn't
Count White started life as a spell slinger after all?
She brushed her hands over her dress, and the dark stains fled
the fabric. After a brush of her fingers, her hair looked perfect
once again. She hissed, and for a moment her face was that of
a snake, but she regained control and walked purposefully towards
the elevator.

Music pulsed and Vanessa's body writhed through impossibly
alluring movements. No one watched. After the last growth spurt,
the Latina Goddess had become too seductive while dancing for her
slaves to safely watch her. One glimpse of her divine ass twerking
and they would cum out their souls to her. So she immediately
noticed when the door to her dance studio swung open.
A blond woman who would have been called curvy if she was not
standing in front of Vanessa stood framed in the doorway.
Vanessa looked back at her, wearing nothing but her g-string
and sports bra.

"Come over here." Vanessa commanded, pointing to the floor
before her.

Overcome with the majesty of Vanessa, Sorrel just mutely
obeyed. The giantess in front of her was so perfect that
Sorrel's mind had trouble functioning. It was like being
around the Queens when they fought.

Vanessa was curious about this newcomer. She had a stronger
will than anyone Vanessa had encountered. Vanessa was almost
always suppressing her power, but she lessened that somewhat
while dancing alone. She had not increased her power damping
when the woman entered the room, yet Vanessa did not feel
the connection of demonic dominance she would normally have
established by now. Vanessa cut her dampening efforts in half,
and she felt the woman break like a twig.

The black haired beauty snapped her fingers and pointed to
her right foot. The newcomer bent to pay homage and Vanessa
dropped into true sight. Ahh. That explained it then. Apparently
the succubi were getting worried about her. They should be.

Vanessa decided that this was the perfect opportunity to test
what she had learned during her last growth spurt. She thought
she had seen how she had established the drainage link to
Mathew. It was time to try again. She assembled the spell
and cast it on her newest slave in less time than it took
to blink. Sorrel was already cumming on a pretty much continual
basis from being in Vanessa's presence, so the spell took
effect immediately. The succubus withered away to nothing
in just a few moments.

Demonic magic drifted up towards Vanessa, and entered her
core. She moaned in pleasure as her spine lengthened, and
her breasts pushed outward. Her spun-midnight sports bra
shredded as her chest expanded. She cupped her massive
chest in her hands, and pressed her huge pillows together
with enough force to crush diamond. Her nipples stood
out with the arousal that always came with growth. She
ran a hand over her swelling ass, reveling in its ever-ripening
perfecting. One hand drifted down in between her legs,
and she slid two fingers inside herself. The heat of the
growing sensation filled her body with impossible arousal,
as her growing body became ever more perfect.

Vanessa let out a moan so sexual that she felt the very walls
succumb to her dominant presence. The idea of dominating mindless
things with her presence pushed Vanessa over the edge, and
she began gasping and bucking in orgasm. The floor split
under her feet, but reformed an instant later in supplication
to her will. She continued to cum as she grew, reveling in
the sensation of her heaving bosom swelling larger with every
breath and her impossible legs growing ever more enchantingly
long. Finally, the pace of her orgasm slowed, then stopped
and she realized that she had stopped growing. She had gained
a bit more than two feet. The now nearly 15' tall giantess
grinned in satisfaction.

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Tendrils moved in regular waves along the edges of the blimp,
pushing it forward through the thick air. Beneath the ponderous
world, tiny figures unspooled a gossamer net in order to skim
the approaching clouds. Here in the dimension of endless sky,
living blimps like this one served as home for communities of
creatures from more planetary origins. Thousands of miles sunward,
wyverns were wheeling in a titanic clash between the fleets of
the thrice risen Pirate King and the Sunlords, but war had
yet to reach these dim regions. The folk of the Greywash
were more concerned with the rumors of the red dragon who
had been menacing local blimps.

When the dragon did appear, wards sprang to life across the surface
of the blimp, hanging a shell of concentric circles drawn in purple
light around the slow moving community. The net dangling below the
blimp was drawn up with unusual haste, and goads were applied to the
sensitive bulbs at the base of the blimp's antenna to urge it forward.
It did little good. This was no juvenile dragon, but Wnnn'esss an
ancient Wyrm half again as large as even the blimp. Despite his bulk,
Wnnn'esss moved with a sinuous grace, moving tons of air with each
lazy flap of his wings. His long red tail lashed the air as he moved,
helping him carve loops and whorls. He flew playfully, knowing that
his prey had little hope of escape.

The wards shuddered when Wnnn'esss spat a thick gob of flame at the
beast. He was using nowhere near his full power; he didn't want
to vaporize his dinner with a blast of full-strength dragonfire.
The ward that had taken a direct hit had shattered, and he could feel
the weakened magic of the surrounding wards. He released another
casual hammer blow to rip another hole in the pitiful defenses.
In the ten minutes it took him to reach the fleeing blimp,
Wnnn'esss had shattered almost all of the wards. He was rather proud
of the fact that not one of his little sparks had slipped through
and prematurely seared the beast. During the final approach a few
hundred figures tumbled off the surface of the blimp, away from him.
Here in the endless sky, gravity pulled you in whichever direction
you thought it ought to. Redefining down was a trick known to most
of the residents of the plane had long since acquired. Wnnn'esss
was sad to see them go, but he would not be distracted from his
main prize. Blimps were good eating, and he was ready to chow down.
If he felt like it after his meal he might track them down. Redefining
down always took at least a minute, so the falling residents would
be easy pickings.

He was halfway though his meal when a speck of hellfire flitted against
the carcass of the blimp and made the whole thing disappear in a
single blindingly white flash. "Who Dares!" Roared Wnnn'esss, though
in truth he was pleased. Destroying a demon would be much more fun
than hunting these skybeasts, tasty though they were.

He scanned the sky with furious red eyes until he saw a woman in
spun midnight Warden armor. She was miles away, but dragon eyes
were sharp, and he could see her clearly enough to tell that
she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Wnnn'esss
had spent time at the Summer Court, and had not thought to
see a woman more achingly perfect than Titania no matter
how long he lived, yet this woman was undeniably more
beautiful. Of course while Titania was beautiful in a cold,
crystalline sort of way, Lilith, High Queen of Succubus, possessed
more raw sex appeal than any woman he had seen yet this woman's
erotic presence made Lilith look like a prepubescent girl.
It had been a long time since Wnnn'esss had worn the shape of
a man, so the lust he felt for this woman was not as strong
as it might been. Nevertheless, he found he could not take
his eyes away from the dark shadows between her jutting breasts.
His predator's mind was drawn deeper and deeper into her bosom,
so he did not notice as she drew closer.

"Well, you're more of a pushover than I was expecting." She said
in a voice that sent shivered up and down Wnnn'esss' spine. He wanted
nothing more than to submit to this vision of perfection. No. He was
a Wyrm! He would not be dominated by mortal mind magic.

Wnnn'esss opened his mouth to release a torrent of dragonfire at
the witch. Unfortunately, she was no-longer there, having dodged to
the side as soon as his jaws began to move.

Vanessa smiled and summoned twin red whips of power. She was glad this
would be a real contest. She suspected that she could have dominated
the dragon if she amped her sex appeal a little, but she wanted a
more traditional contest. It had been months since Salazar had been
able to score a hit on her, and lately even a team of ten wardens
could touch her. She was picking up magic and combat skills much
faster than anyone she knew of, even when you took her grueling
18-hour-a-day training regime into account. She suspected that
her growth had been mental as well as physical and magical.

Wnnn'esss raked the air with his wicked claws, but wherever
he struck, Vanessa wasn't. She grinned, lashing him on the
flank with her whips. She didn't put much power into the blow,
not wanting this to be over too quickly, but it still opened
long gashes in his side. The dragon grew increasingly desperate,
swiping at her furiously. She continued to evade, dancing on
the wind. She was not dominating him mentally, but she was
still enough inside his head to anticipate his attacks.

Wnnn'esss screamed in pain as the Vanessa lashed him yet
again, this time on his rear thigh. He poured dragonfire
at the little pest and lashed out with his claws, heedless
of the pain it caused him when his breath found cracks in
his scales that the infuriating woman had opened up. His
claws again came back empty, except this time when he spun
to follow it up with a tail slap he heard a satisfying *crack*.

Vanessa flew off like a baseball from a bat, her head ringing.
The dragon's mind had become such a tumult of rage that he
was fighting entirely instinctively. It made his next move
hard to predict. She flew back towards the dragon, who
was winding up for another blast of dragonfire. Slipping
under his torrent of destruction, she flipped around so
that she was facing his belly as she flew under his giant
body. With two lashes of her whips she cracked open the
huge scales over his chest. A moment later she slammed
into the gash with both fists extended. Wnnn'esss screamed
in pain and fear as the woman burrowed towards his heart.

The light in Wnnn'esss' eyes had already started to fade
when he looked at the gore covered witch holding his green
gemstone heart. It was three times as big as she was, yet she
held it casually in a field of magic. She snapped her fingers
and the blood and flesh which covered her and the heart slipped
off her, leaving her looking as perfect as the moment she had
showed up. The single blow Wnnn'esss had managed to land did
not appear to have done a thing.

"Why do I yet live?" Wnnn'esss asked baffled. No dragon as old
as he should be able to survive having his heart removed.

Vanessa brought the heart closer to herself. As it grew nearer
her breasts it began to shrink. When it stopped moving at the
top of the dark cleft between her breasts, it had shrunk to
the size of a grapefruit. Her cleavage was deep enough that
if it weren't for the steady green glow emitted by the gem,
it would have been entirely in shadow. As it was, the glow
just made her even more alluring.

"Why do I yet live?" Wnnn'esss repeated.

Smiling at him she said, "Oh I noticed that I was disturbing
your link to your heart when I started pulling it out, so
then I stopped. I was originally going to use your flesh and
bones for magical components, but I've always kinda wanted a
pet dragon!"

Wnnn'esss seethed. He was an ancient and powerful being. He
had been a savior and a destroyer, a god and a demon to
lessor beings. He had chained a star and wrought a suit of
armor which could turn the blade of an angel. He was not
the sort of being to be made a pet. Then Vanessa smiled at
him and pressed her breasts together, completely engulfing
his heart, and making her inch-thick warden-armor creak with
the pressure. Wnnn'esss felt like he was surrounded by
the embrace of her bosom. He gasped as the air was forced
from his lungs and his wings were crushed flat against his
body. He dropped like a rock, but the pressure felt so good.
His school bus sized dick stood at full mast and as Vanessa
ground her breasts against his heart he came again and again
into the empty sky.

"T-Thank you Mistress." He said when she followed him down.

She grinned at him, "I'm glad we understand each other, pet."
With a thought she sucked him into the plane between her
breasts.

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Lin Fang pressed her soft pink lips together in irritation.
Glaring at the voluptuous red-head sitting in the aisle
seat she balled one delicate hand into a fist at her side,
"Do you really want to do this here?" The Warden hissed.

The flame-haired vixen managed to looked surprised, offended,
and completely innocent all at once. Lin was impressed at the
acting, but she remained impassive. "I'm quite sure I don't
know what you mean by 'this'. I simply wanted to talk. One
professional to another." The red-head said in haughty
Queen's English.

The passengers trying to board the plane behind Lin were
beginning to grow irritated, but she just stood in the
aisle glaring. "If you would feel better, I will give
you sanctuary for the duration of this flight and
for three hours afterwards."

"You're no angel." Lin pointed out.

"Well, I'm afraid you have me there." The woman chuckled.
"A blood oath then." Before Lin could indicate her agreement
either way, the voluptuous beauty had nicked her thumb with
a tiny knife and passed the implement to Lin.

Lin had been planning on avoiding magic for the duration of
the flight (that was why she was going to be spending hours
trapped in a tin can rather than walking through a door
and stepping out in Central Park), but this far from New
York she didn't see any harm in casting. Making a few
gestures in the air, she called a single intricate character
briefly into being over the knife. There were no traps, magic
or otherwise. "Very well." Lin said warily. She nicked herself
as well, and watched the Succubus in front of her shudder as
the blood oath settled onto her. Lin had felt that shrink-wrap
feeling a few times herself, and didn't envy the demon seductress
at the moment.

"Hey, do you have a knife in here? You can't have that!" The man
behind Lin said in angry staccato Cantonese.

Rolling her eyes Lin snapped her fingers in front of the guy's
face and slid her petite frame over the red-headed Succubus
to the empty seat beyond. The dazed traveler started and
continued on down the aisle.

"A Warden using mind magic on civilians?!? I'm shocked! I
mean really! The nerve you you people. I'll be writing
to my representatives to demand you wear divination charms!"
The Succubus said in soft mocking tones.

Lin's glare just intensified. "What do you want Lilac?"

Lilac seemed a bit taken aback that Lin had recognized her,
but after a moment she said. "We have a mutual problem. I want
to work together."

"Great. Just what I need a demon along for the ride to fuck
up my op." Lin said, "I think I'm going to have to take a
pass. A hard pass." She said.

Lilac's full lips thinned. "Look, working with Wardens isn't
my idea of an ideal team either, but we need each
other for this. This isn't just some jumped up Warlock
on a tear. We've already lost an agent, and you've lost
an entire department. How much do you really know about this
Velasquez?"

*Not a goddamn thing.* Lin thought, but she was damned if
she would share that with a demon. "This is a Warden issue,
and we'll take care of it." Lin said.

"Don't be stupid. Sorrel was one of the first generation.
She was stronger than you, and Velasquez swallowed her up
like a stone in a pond. She hasn't even been reborn in Hell.
This bitch *ate* her. You don't know what the fuck you are
dealing with. Heaven, *I* don't know what the fuck I'm
dealing with. She was able to get some of her memories
out right before she was consumed. I'll share them
with you. Freely. No strings." Lilac said. Her voice
was serious. Almost pleading.

Lin looked at her for a long time. Finally she said,
"Ok. Let me see."

Even though she was under the protection of a sanctuary
oath, letting the Succubus into her mind still made
Lin feel panicked for a moment. Then she was watching
as Sorrel made her assault on the new NYC Wardens office.

When the memory cleared Lin sat for a minute then said,
"Okay. I'll work with you."

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Andrew Price's long duster flapped against the night, commanding
the air elementals around him to boost him forward. He had spent all
night casting his third eye out into the city looking for magical
crime in progress. Since Vanessa had brought the Wardens back, crime
had dropped back down to previous levels, so it had been a relatively
quite night. Now he was jetting towards a hedge wizard who was about to
bite off more than he could chew in summoning an imp. It wasn't precisely
illegal, but Andrew didn't want the boy to die.

He swooped low over the roof of a skyscraper, reveling in the sensation
of the night air against his cheek. His flight was brought to an abrupt
halt when a sticky black web suddenly wrapped itself around him. His
coat was forced to his side, and he rocketed strait down at the rooftop.
He was sure he was going to splatter his brains out until a cushion
of air slowed his fall and deposited him gently on the ground. A
tiny Asian woman in Warden blacks stood over him. A green glow lit
her delicate neck, and she held a black tipped paintbrush in one
elegant hand. She drew a character in the air with the brush, leaving
trails of a deeper black in the night. The web disappeared.

"What the fuck?" He demanded, "I'm a Warden!" He shouted at her.

He never got an answer, because the strange Warden remained silent,
and Andrew's attention was soon consumed by a new arrival. A tall,
voluptuous red head in a clubbing dress walked towards him, hips
swaying hypnotically. Her beauty would have been mind shattering
if Andrew had not already seen Vanessa. As it was, she was still
beautiful, and whereas Vanessa almost always did her best to dampen
her beauty, this woman was using her every asset to its fullest.

"W-Who are you?" He asked drunkenly.

"Oh, me? I'm your new Mistress." The red head replied, strutting
towards him.

"N-no. Vanessa's my Mistress." He insisted, but he made no move
to fling magic at this newcomer as he should have.

"Mmmm. Perhaps, but not for long. Just focus on my body, and let
your soul become mine." She purred. Her heels clicked to a stop
in front of his face. It took far longer than it should have for
a succubus of her caliber to break a mortal man, but her
overwhelming sexuality beat into him. From his perspective
at her feet, he could focus on little besides her long, pale
legs and her jutting bosom. The mass of her chest hid her
face from view, a fact which battered at his flagging defenses.

When Lilac was satisfied that she had broken the Warden at
her feet sufficiently, she drew him up to his feet. "Now
listen carefully. This is what you are going to do."

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"VV. I'm worried about you." It took Maria Velasquez far more effort than
she was comfortable with to focus on talking to her sister rather than staring
at the way Vanessa's breasts distorted the fabric of the pink sweatshirt
she wore, or the way her incredibly long legs looked in the black yoga
pants she had on.

Vanessa pursed her perfect lips and looked down at her older sister.
The top of Maria's head did not even come up to Vanessa's crotch.
"You've been after me to start learning magic for years Maria. I've
just finally decided to go for it."

"I know, but you are just changing so fast. I mean, you're like 20
feet tall now! And your magic is not normal witch magic. Going from
magical neophyte to mind controlling the entire NYC Warden office
isn't normal!"

Vanessa sighed, Maria had a point, but she didn't know what else to
do. She hadn't asked for these Succubus powers, though now that she
had them she wasn't going to turn away from them. Vanessa had always
been ambitious. She only knew how to give something her all, and
it was intoxicating that she had an even greater talent for magic
than she did for finance. "I'm not 20 feet tall. Its more like
15 feet." She said with a grin. Then she grew serious.
"What can I do, Maria? This is how things have shaken out. Even though I'm
not a warlock, a lot of people are going to think that I am one, and the
only way to keep myself safe from that kind of pressure is to make myself
as strong as I possibly can. I have to make it so that coming into New York to
go after me is too much trouble."

The casualness with witch Maria's giant sister spoke about New York
as her personal territory was frightening. Maria knew that Vanessa
had become more powerful than a lot of demigods, but it was hard to
get her mind around the idea that her slightly overweight little sister
had turned into a 15 foot tall sex-goddess super witch. "Well, don't
let yourself get too lost in it. That's all." Maria said.

"Thanks Mar-" Vanessa began, but she stopped talking when she felt a
spell of summoning begin to coalesce beneath her. She reacted with
inhuman speed, but the spell was already near completion. A sinful
amount of power bled away as Vanessa threw together a hasty teleportation
spell. She rammed it through with raw power, forcing it to complete far
faster than it otherwise would have, tossing her sister across space and
time.

A gray-black grub the size of a small dog burst from the floor beneath
Vanessa's feet. She saw a circle of six Wardens standing at the edges of
the room. Her demonic dominance link was still in place for most of them,
but it was faint, overridden by a more heavy handed compulsion.
She had not noticed them come in. She ejected a torrent of magical force at
the Wardens, and watched as four folded. A tall red-head and a delicate
Asian woman remained on their feet. Energy whips sprang into being in
Vanessa's hands, and she prepared to correct that. Before she could send
a tendril of red light to destroy, the grub shrieked and exploded up
away from the ground. Vanessa didn't have enough time to see how it was
achieving its movement because a second later the floor warped and a massive
maw more than 30 feet across shot up out of the floor in pursuit of the grub.
When the jaws closed Vanessa was thoroughly trapped. A moment later the
space around her convulsed and she was dumped into a hard vacuum.

Asteroids of molten lead zoomed through the space that Vanessa had just
occupied at blistering speed, and titanic gravitational forces tore at
her flesh and bones. She was forced to spend liberally from her considerable
magical reserves just to survive. Something tore the atmosphere out of existence
nearly as fast as she could summon it, and little blooms of odd growth burst
into being wherever she flung her magic, sapping the strength of her spells.
None of her dimension shifting magic seemed to be working. She was well and
truly trapped. Vanessa struggled to come up with some way to survive the
chaotic death that surrounded her.

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Fang Bo pecked away at his keyboard with the tips of his blunt index fingers,
pausing from time to time to hunt for a particular symbol. The computers
that had seemingly taken over Earth during his most recent travels to the
outer planes were useful for modeling the chaotic magic where Hell blended
into Faerie. Bo had opened more new doors than any living witch or wizard,
and he was hoping to pull off the ultimate feat of Traveling by finding a
door to a pocket chaos plane. With a few notable exceptions, the smaller
the plane, the harder it was to Travel to, and of the different flavors
of planes in the multiverse chaos planes were the trickiest to pin down.
It would take all of his craft to pull this off, and put him up there
with the great Travelers like Jeleh Shirazi, the great 9th century Persian
Traveler who sailed from the Caspian Sea through the Sea of Flames and
directly to the Palace of Djinn.

He peered at the numbers his spreadsheet spat back at him and nodded excitedly
to himself. He was getting closer. He snapped his fingers to reactivate the
disrupters which threw his office's already poor Feng Shui into even worse
repair to simulate the environment he would be facing in the Abyss, as the
border region was called. His blunt fingers moved through the air with
an improvisational grace as he worked around the chaotic ethereal forces
that surrounded him. He used only his own magic, forgoing the ritualistic
crutches or dimensional drill that a lesser wizard would have needed.
If he didn't open the door free (that is without the aid of any magical focus),
it would hardly be worth bragging about. He could feel the blissful
sensation of the world opening to him, when a firm knock on the door
sounded. Frowning, Bo released the spell. He had set his wards to
do-not-disturb, and it would take a powerful mage to find the front door
of a world class Traveler who wanted to be alone. Bo had no enemies
of note on Earth, so he assumed that another powerful mage needed his
help.

When he peered through the fish-eye peep-hole of his front door he
was surprised to see a woman he did not recognize. Bo knew most of
the professors at the Beijing College of Magic and was friends with
any Travel enthusiasts powerful enough to get through his wards.
She must be a Warden then. He didn't know the magical cops as well,
but had not done anything they might be mad about. She probably
wanted him to consult on a case.

The woman was a surprise for reasons beyond just her unfamiliarity.
It was hard to tell though the distortion of the peep hole, but she
looked very tall, her long muscular legs clad in skin tight jeans.
A tight tank top clung to her torso, stretched like a drum over
her huge breasts. The hem of the tank was pulled up to reveal a
toned midriff, and her belly button peeked out from under the shirt
as she shifted her weight back and forth on her platform heels.
Her neckline swooped low, displaying a valley of caramel cleavage.
The skin of her breasts was flawless except for a large
mark in the shape of a pair of feminine lips at the top of her
left breast. Bo found himself staring at the mark as he opened
the door, disabling his wards as he did so.

Leah stepped into the apartment without asking permission. In her
heels she stood just over 7 feet tall, which put her bosom level
with Bo's face. Now that she was past the threshold of his wards
she could feel his building lust more precisely. If the succubus
witch had wanted she could have leaned on that lust, but she
was content to wait, "Are you Bo Fang? I've heard you are the
man to talk to about visiting other realms." She said.

Now that she was inside Bo realized just how big the newcomer was.
Bo was used to meeting all sorts of people in all sorts of places,
but here in humdrum Beijing he found her American accent and dark
skin enticingly exotic. It was difficult to focus on her question,
but after a moment he managed, "I am Fang Bo. Why don't you tell
me more about yourself and the problem you are having?" He made
a point to repeat his name in the correct order. A gentle correction.

"Oh, sorry. I guess I'm a bit distraught. I'm Leah Morrow. I just flew
in from New York City because I was hoping to get your help rescuing
my friend. I'm really worried about her." Leah combed the spread fingers
of her hands through her loose Afro in agitation. The gesture served
to thrust her chest out towards Bo's face.

"Why don't you sit down and tell me more about the situation. Do you
want something to drink? I have some spring water from the Golden
Groves." He offered. Bo didn't often take on commissions, but if doing
so would give him a chance to work with the amazon in front of him
he would make an exception.

"That sounds like just what I need." Leah gave him a brilliant smile.

Bo led her to his kitchen and pulled a glass bottle out of his fridge
before pouring two glasses of water which glowed with a faint inner
light that remained visible even when Leah closed her eyes. "So I
assume you and your friend had some sort of Traveling accident?"
Bo made it a question.

"I guess you could say that. I'm not exactly sure where she is. I've
been to the best diviners I could find, and all they can tell me is
that she is in a demi-plane somewhere, and that she is still alive but
in great peril." Leah took a sip of the water which tasted like the sunrise
seen from a mountaintop. For the first time since Vanessa disappeared
the low grade panic Leah felt at her Mistress's absence receded. "Wow,
this stuff is amazing." She said.

Bo smiled slightly, glad that he was able to take her mind off her
missing friend. "What events led up to your friend's situation?"
He asked.

Leah allowed herself to be lead over to a couch as she explained the
ambush summoning of the bizarre creature and the giant jaws which
had followed it through the air. She wasn't 100 percent confident of
her facts because she had only been able to discover what she knew of
Vanessa's disappearance by working with the forensic diviners from
the NYC Warden's department who had managed to evade capture by
their colleagues from around the world in the aftermath of the attack.
They had wanted to come with her, but she knew she would be able to
operate better alone. She kept the details surrounding the attack
pretty light. She didn't want Bo to realize that her friend was the
Warlock who had recently enslaved the New York City Warden's department
and set herself up as the ruler of the city's magical community.

When she had finished her explanation Bo chewed his lip, trying to
come up with a way to explain that there was no way he could muster
enough power to drill into the belly of a reality worm. Finally
he decided to just be direct, "I'm afraid there's nothing that we
can do for your friend. The creature which consumed your friend is
called a reality worm. They are one of the most dangerous creatures
in the multi-verse. She would have died moments after entering
the belly of the worm."

"You don't understand. I have to get Vanessa back." Leah said.
"And she's a really strong witch, so she's got to still be
alive."

"Even if that were the case, it would take an unimaginable amount
of power to break into a reality worm's belly." Bo replied, feeling
terrible that he could do nothing to help out this beauty.

"What if I provided the juice? Could you cast the spell?" She asked.
"It would really mean a lot to me." As she said this last, she pressed
her arms together in a V that forced her massive caramel mounds together.

"It will take a lot of power." He said. Even with enough power, it would
be a dangerous spell. He really should have just told Leah to leave, but
the longer he looked at the darkness between her breasts, the more
important her problems seemed to him.

"I have enough." She said, sliding closer to him on the couch. "Here,
feel my heart." She said, taking Bo's hand and placing it directly on
the top of her massive left breast. "Tell me if I have enough," she
said as she opened herself up to Bo's magic. The mingling of magic
is an intimate affair, and Bo was swept up in the sensuality of
Leah's magic as soon as he quested out. She was no ordinary witch,
and his mind grew fuzzier and fuzzier as he explored.

"You have enough." He said a few moments later. The thought of not
helping Leah was no longer in his mind.


It took Bo several hours to prepare the ritual, but eventually they
were standing in a circle of green salt from the goblin reaches. They
joined hands and Bo began to chant. The magic started as a slow
accumulation of static in the air, but blossomed violently when
lightning began to explore the edges of their magic circle, seeking
a way in. Bo just continued to chant. To break off now would be
disastrous. They were committed.

Leah poured her magic into Bo with abandon, giving him enough power to
drill through the walls of the reality worm's stomach. She gave so
much, so fast that she grew worried she would run out, so she tapped
the connection she still held with Vanessa, drawing power from her
Mistress to feed into the spell. Leah was worried taking strength
from Vanessa, but she didn't see any other way. This was going to
be her only chance to get to her Mistress. It was better to spend
their magic on a real attempt at rescue than to allow Vanessa to
wither away in the reality worm's stomach.

As they worked to retrieve her, the shelter of crystalline magic
Vanessa had constructed to survive began to break apart. Her once
vast reserves of magic were running low, and she could no longer
feed her shelter enough magic for it to continue existing. The
magic that Leah was drawing from her rapidly pulled from her
reserves. It was shocking just how much energy was going into
the spell.

Just when the raging inferno outside her shelter broke through to
the last of her walls, Bo finally managed to drill a hole to
her. It took him an agonizing amount of time to make it wide
enough to accommodate her 14'5" frame, and by the time she
collapsed through the portal she had been hit by several micro
asteroids hard enough to tear flesh and break bones.

The portal closed with a crash, and Vanessa lay gasping on the
floor. She had just come very close to dying, but now that she
was back on earth she could already feel her magic replenishing
itself. The wounds on her legs and back began to close, and
she was grateful for the demonic abilities that made her body
so resilient.

Bo goggled. Even half dead, the woman he had just rescued was
easily the most beautiful he had ever seen. Each of her long
legs was larger than he was. The scale and majesty of her figure
made him feel instantly deferential. When she sat up, the sight of
breasts made him drop to his knees. Each breast was the size of
a chair, and they were so perfect that he instantly knew he wanted
to do whatever the owner of those breasts wanted him to.

"Thank you Bo. You've done me a very great service." She said
in a voice that made him feel desperate to please her again.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I wish to serve you for the rest of my life." He said, bowing
down.

"Very well." Vanessa replied. Breaking her out of a reality
worm's stomach had been a pretty impressive feat. She didn't
want anyone to be able to drill into the pocket plane she
had between her breasts, so she decided to use Bo's talent
to defend it. She drew him towards her and pressed his face
into her cleavage. With a thought she had sucked him inside
and merged him into the very essence of her pocket plane.
There he would remain forever, always vigilant against
attempts to violate the integrity of her pocket plane.

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Lilac cursed herself for not returning to Hell when she had the chance.
The succubus witch

NEXT:
Vanessa hunts down the
succubus and turns the warden into the next Knight of the Kiss.

NEXT: Lin Fang enslaves the Beijing office of the Wardens.

NEXT: A few years pass.

NEXT: Lilith herself goes after Vanessa, bringing the other queens with
her. Vanessa turns them into clothing after draining their power.

NEXT: Vanessa fucks Lucifer into submission without using any of her
        powers, then becomes the queen of hell.

NEXT: Vanessa proposes a system where heaven-bound souls get to try out
        hell to see if they like it better. They all do, so God demands
        to know why. She's been weaving them into her clothes, so she
        turns God into a bra and wears him around for a day. At the
        end of the day she give him a choice, he can go back to normal
        or he can remain where he is. He chooses to stay and she drains
        his powers to nothing over the course of months (he was more
        powerful than Lucifer).
