
Fred McGill's body felt wrong. He looked much the same as he had for the first
nearly thirty years of his life, but he had spent the last three years in
an entirely different shape, or at least three years by the clock on the wall.
Considering the amount of time acceleration he had been under it was much longer.
Now he was back in human shape, and everything about it felt wrong. His fingers
itched constantly. Walking felt foreign. The muscles in his face were too stiff
or too active. He had hoped it would get better with time, but he felt just as
uncomfortable now as he had two months ago. At least he could talk and make
spell gestures again, though by necessity he no longer needed to rely on them
as much.

He walked into his elemental magic seminar and sat down, trying to avoid
scratching at the back of his hands. The other students filtered in
slowly, and every time one entered the room, Fred would glance up, but then
lose interest when he saw it wasn't Elizabeth. Eventually though, she
arrived. She wore a fuzzy white sweater that jutted out in front of her
under the pressure of her watermelon sized tits. Fred could tell from
the shape of her bosom that there was an industrial strength bra helping
to minimize the movement of her enormous bust. He was something of an
expert on the subject. The sweater clung to her tightly, it's hem nearly,
but not quite making it all the way back to her narrow waist, instead forced
to dangle tantalizingly above her navel. Wine red yoga pants highlighted
the powerful curves of her legs, displaying a perfect hourglass figure.

She smiled when she saw him and walked over to sit next to him, "Hey
Fred, how you doing?"

Fred forced himself to look her in the eyes, though her big hazel orbs
were nearly as distracting as her overripe body. "Hey Elizabeth, what's
up?" he asked the most famous genius in the university. The fact that
she was in an advanced seminar like this one as a mere third year was
incredible. Most mages never got powerful enough to perform the kind
of magic they were doing, and those that did usually took the better
part of a decade to reach that point. The voluptuous witch beside him
had cast her first spell less than three years ago, and she was already
in the same class as a ninth year student like him. It wasn't just
his elemental magic class she was in. She was also in his advanced
alchemy course, and the only reason she wasn't in an advanced mind
magic seminar with him was that there weren't enough students so
they were both doing individual studies. Even if there was, she might
be more advanced than him already.

Elemental magic and alchemy were Fred's two most advanced classes.
When it came to the rest of his course load, the younger witch was
actually more advanced than him. There here hundreds of different
sub-fields of magic, so it should have been a huge coincidence that
Elizabeth was taking something in every field that Fred was focused
on, but it wasn't, because Elizabeth wasn't just taking those
classes. She was in dozens of courses, so many that the only way
she could be in them all was by having mastered an extremely advanced
clone spell. She was probably taking three or four other courses at
the same time as this one. Fred didn't even know if this was her
real body.

Normally, clones each had their own minds, so they were useless for
learning multiple things at once, but Elizabeth used her innate mind
magic to create a mental bridge so she could gain from the experience
of her clones. It meant she was essentially always doing four or
five things at once while she had the clones, but she somehow had
the multitasking capability to do it. Fred thought that perhaps only
another psychic like him could understand just how impressive what
Elizabeth was doing was.

Fred was a pretty smart guy. He'd always done well in school, and
it wasn't just anyone who could become a sixth circle wizard and
make it through eight years of wizard school. Most students choose
to finish their studies before they ever got to high magic. Despite
that, he'd known Elizabeth Marsh was way smarter and more magically
talented than him ever since he started tutoring her in mind magic
back when she was a precocious 13 year old. Even though she had
barely any mana, and therefore barely any practice time, she had
managed to become just as skilled as him by the time she was
18.

"Fred, you ok?" She waved a hand in front of his face with a chuckle.
She was pretty sure she had some idea of what he was thinking about.
She'd been in close mental contact with him for years, and though he
was one of the more talented psychics alive, he wasn't good enough to
avoid letting his surface thoughts and emotions slip through.

"Uuuhhh, yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about how crazy it is
that you're already in this class."

She grinned at him, preening a little, "yeah, I know, I think I might
run out of classes to take pretty soon. Then it will be all self study
and research." Not that she wasn't already doing lots of both. "Have
you been eating at all?" she changed the subject.

Fred made a face, "no. It just feels wrong. I tried again a few more
times, but at this point I think I'm about ready to give up."

"Awwww, that sucks. I've been doing some culinary magic and I was
gonna make you a cupcake that tastes like winning at tennis."

"Aren't concept flavors something that only like the top fine dining
restaurants with dedicated chef wizards can produce?" Fred shouldn't
have been surprised that his former tutee had mastered yet another
branch of specialized magic, but somehow he still was. He could feel
his dick twinge against the inside of his pants.

"Yeah, I guess, but they're not really so bad once you get the hang
of it. I could teach you if you want," she offered.

"That's ok, I've got enough on my plate already," he demurred. Of
course she probably could teach him how to do it a lot more easily
than anyone else. Elizabeth wasn't someone who knew how to do but
couldn't teach others. She was the best teacher that Fred had ever
had. If it wasn't for her efforts, he probably could never have
gotten good enough at gesture-free magic to reclaim his human
shape. He'd gotten good at it out of necessity. She had gotten
better than him as a side project in order to help him out.

"Ok, well, let me know if you, oh wait, class is starting," she
turned away from him and his eyes lingered on her profile for
a moment before he too turned to face forward.


After class, Elizabeth turned to him, "you want to go bowling?"

"Bowling?"

"Yeah, I was gonna see if you wanted to grab lunch, but if you've
given up on eating, I figure we can do something else. It's been
a while so I wanted to catch up."

It had only been a couple of weeks, but that was the longest he had
spent apart from Elizabeth, not counting classes, in who knew how long,
and it had been a lonely experience. "That sounds great!"

"Ok, mind if I teleport you?" it was polite to ask before casting a
spell on someone, though it felt a little silly to Fred for her
to be asking now when she had done so so many times when she was
wearing him.

"Sure," he agreed. A moment later she had grabbed his shoulder and
the world blurred around them. The Hallsgrove wards protected against
inbound teleports, but there was nothing stopping outbound hops.

They went up and rented a lane, shoes, and balls. Elizabeth took
some extra time to order a large pizza and a beer for herself.
Her forever-18 body would never get fat, so she ate as much junk
as she wanted. When she came back to their lane Fred was scratching
the back of his hand. She conjured a thin pane of force between his
nails and his skin, "stop it, you'll only make it worse."

Fred looked at her apologetically, "yeah, I know, it's just hard."

She sighed, "yeah, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault,"

She smiled sadly, "it kinda is though, isn't it?"

"Elizabeth, we've talked about this. You had to do it. I told you to do
it. I'd probably be dead if you didn't do it. You gave me eternal life.
You have nothing to feel bad about."

"Yeah, I mean, that's all true, but still. I don't like seeing you like
this."

Fred looked back into her warm gaze for a moment before flicking his eyes
down, "I just need some more time, that's all."

She nodded, "ok, enough moping around, let's throw some balls at pins."
She was up first, so she stepped up onto the wood and grabbed her ball.
She held the ball up in front of her, looking intently at the pins.
Fred was struck by the contrast between the large bowling ball in
her hands and the even larger breasts it was pressed against. If she
were to press it deeper between her breasts, they could swallow it
up. She took a few quick steps and sent the ball rocketing down the lane
with enough spin to curve it. Her muscles had all been greatly enhanced
before they had been frozen in time, so the pins seemed to explode
as the ball sliced across them. A moment later, none were left standing
and the machinery began working to put up another set. "You're up,"
she told him, returning to the seating area.

Fred went up and gingerly picked up the ball. His fingers itched when
they went in the holes. He did his best to ignore it while he
took a few steps and threw the ball. His legs wobbled as he stepped
forward and the itchiness intensified as he let his arm swing,
but the ball still managed to remain somewhat straight and he
got three pins. His followup wandered wide and only managed to
take out the lonely pin at the edge of the formation. When he
sat down the itching was worse, and he grabbed his own wrist,
slowly opening and closing his hand to try to chase away the
building conviction that his hands were wrong wrong wrong.

Elizabeth's bulbous ass swayed as she walked over to get her
ball, every inch of her curves clear in the tight yoga pants
she was wearing, and Fred found that the distraction it provided
eased the dysphoria telling him his body was the wrong shape
a bit. She lined up another shot and threw another rocket-fast
strike.

"Are you sure you're not using magic?" Fred asked when she came
back to the seats.

"Nope, cross my heart," she said aloud, then followed it up telepathically
with *unless you count the tune ups to my dexterity and strength that
Han gave me.* They were meticulous about never letting slip the
fact that they knew anything about where the four great prodigies had
gone three years ago. Fred had disappeared around the same time and
he had been questioned about it by Hallsgrove watchers when he suddenly
reappeared a few months ago. Magic, especially the high magic the prodigies
had been into, was dangerous, and students meeting with magical mishaps was
not all that uncommon, so they hadn't questioned him that hard about it, and
had bought his story of getting caught in a time storm easily enough. It was
pretty well corroborated by the way he had gained a new time magic affinity.
Even so, they wanted to avoid anyone making a connection to the other
dual mind-time affinity mage at Hallsgrove. If the watchers found out that
the four prodigies had become part of Elizabeth's breasts where they served
as her mana batteries, there would be lots of unpleasant explaining to
do.

"I should have known. This is just another thing you're annoyingly
good at," he muttered, getting up to take his turn. The itching was
horrible this time. He threw a gutterball with his first attempt
and nearly dropped the ball on the second, though somehow
managed to score five points with the throw.

The itching in Fred's hands had spread up to his shoulders by the time
Elizabeth failed to get a strike for the first time. The next rounds,
just before their game was about to end he fit his fingers into the
slots in the ball and he couldn't take it anymore. His breath came
in panicked gasps and he pulled his hand back like it had been
stung.

Elizabeth reacted quickly, stepping forward and conjuring a privacy screen
that shrouded them in a curtain of opaque soft white light. "It's okay
Fred. Just change back."

Fred gasped in relief at the suggestion. He felt like she had just given
him permission. He dismissed the transformation spell that had turned him
into a man, and a moment later he returned to his true body. A cream colored
bra with massive lacy cups fluttered towards the ground. Elizabeth caught it
with a mage hand before it could touch the ground. *It's ok Fred,* she
said, laying a soothing presence onto the mental connection. *I've got you.
I've got you.*

She brought her hand up to her chest and rapidly stored her sweater
and bra in her ring of holding. Reaching out to take hold of Fred,
she slipped her arms through his loops and fitted his big cups around
her breasts. Reaching behind herself she hooked him in place, then
retrieved her sweater and pulled it back on. Fred remained silent
on their mental link, but Elizabeth could feel his relief as the
familiar weight of her massive breasts stretched out his thin body,
dominating him with their mass. She conjured an illusion of Fred
and dismissed the privacy screen before having the illusory
Fred take off his bowling shoes and walk outside. Fred's clothes
were a part of him when he wore the shape of a man, so he had just
pulled his shoes back into his feet before putting on the bowling
shoes. Elizabeth had already scooped up the real ones.

They didn't talk as Elizabeth finished up the game, bowling for
both Fred and herself, just maintained a comfortable mental
connection while Fred calmed down. Just before the last few
rounds, her pizza was ready so she took a break to eat. Fred
remained silent the whole time, but she could tell he was
starting to feel better. It was only after she finished
the game and returned their stuff that he broke the silence.
*I'm sorry Elizabeth.*

*You've got nothing to be sorry for.*

*Do you want me to change back? I think I can handle it now.*

*Nah. You're way more comfortable than what I was wearing anyway.
I'm keeping you like this at least until tonight.* She could
feel his relief at the fact that he wouldn't have to leave.
She cast flight on herself and took to the air gracefully,
rapidly building speed as she headed back towards the university.

Once she was back in her room she pulled off her sweater and
sat cross legged on her bed facing her mirror. Fred couldn't
see in his bra form, but Elizabeth liked to be able to look
at him when they were talking seriously. *You want to talk
about it?*

*I just feel so wrong when I'm a human. It doesn't make sense. I've
been one for more time than I've been, well-*

*My super comfy bra?* she cut him off.

*Yeah.* She could feel his slight embarrassment through their link,
even after all these years. She thought it was kinda cute, and allowed
this to seep through the link back down to him.

*It's not so bad in the mornings when I first transform, but it
gets worse and worse the longer I'm human shaped. My hands and
face especially feel wrong. The more I make facial expressions or
use my hands the worse it feels.*

*And it's not gotten any better?*

*No, not even a little. I thought I would be happy to start up my
life again, but, I'm not. It's horrible.*

*Are there any good parts?* She asked.

*Well, having agency is the obvious one. And I don't feel like some
kind of creep anymore, clinging to the boobs of a girl seven years
younger than me.*

*Oh Fred, I've never thought of you that way,* she reassured him, but
she could tell he still felt complicated about it. *Don't just
turn it around and be a sad boi, you're supposed to be listing good
things.*

*Having real eyes and ears instead of sense spells is nice I guess.
My nose is way worse than a sniffer spell though.*

Elizabeth lifted a hand to stroke her own breast as if she was
patting a cat, *if you can get through the dysphoria, won't all
that be worth it?*

*That's a big if,* he replied.

*Do you want to keep trying?* she asked.

*I mean, I have to. Otherwise I'll just keep being this annoying
barnacle for you or spend my life folded up in a drawer or something.*

*You could also possess some girl, cursed item style,* she injected
a joking tone into their mental connection.

*Yeah, like anyone besides you would even fit,*

She chuckled, *sorry for being such a boobzilla.*

There was a lull in the conversation before Elizabeth said, *you know
you can stay like this as long as you want. I've been trying to help
you turn back into a human since I thought that was what you wanted,
but if you just want to keep being my bra forever-*

*You really don't mind?* She could tell he wouldn't really believe it
if she just reassured him as she had done in the past.

*Maybe I won't give you a choice, you're the best bra I've ever had
after all.* Fred was silent, but she could feel his mind tremble.
She pressed into his mind, expertly worming her way through his
defenses, penetrating deeper than she ever had before. He was laid
bare before her. It didn't take her long to find the fantasies
about her that he had been carefully hiding for years. They centered
around her body, but it wasn't just that. The more powerful she had
become magically, the more his obsession with her had grown. She
found half a hundred fragmented memories of sex dreams about her,
each one containing a scenario where she was more powerful and
dominant than the last.

Guilt flooded through Fred's mind as his secret was exposed. This
was why he felt like such a creep. He was one. Elizabeth saw the
thought form and chuckled, *you've been a naughty boy Fred, fantasizing
about your little student even though she was so much younger than
you.* His guilt intensified, *very very naughty.*

*S-sorry, Elizabeth, I c-can't help it, you're just so-*

*Sexy? Powerful?* she smirked.

*Y-yeah,*

Her mental voice became stern, *you've been obsessed with me the
whole time, haven't you?*

*S-sorry Elizabeth, I'll just...* he began forming the spell circuits
to transform, but she countered the spell as it was forming.

*Uh uh mister, you're not going anywhere. You've been hiding this from
me the whole time. Don't you think you owe me a bit more of an
explanation?*

*I-I don't know what else I can say, you're- you're a goddess. I can't
help it, I'm just-*

*bewitched?*

*y-yeah.*

*Okay, but I still haven't heard any explanation for what you did
wrong,* she admonished.

*What I did wrong? I don't understand, I*

She giggled, *yeah, obviously you should have started talking like
this sooner! You could have been calling me a goddess for years!
Think of all the time we missed!*

*Umm, w-what?*

*You think I have a problem with the fact that a cute guy on his
way to becoming an archmage thinks of me the way you do?*

Fred reeled. *I don't think I can become an archmage.* He was
pretty talented, but getting to that level was incredibly hard.
There were less than 100 archamges alive on all of earth.

*Well probably not on your own,* Elizabeth admitted, *but with
me as your teacher you'll get there eventually. Then you might
be worthy of being the bra of a boob goddess like me.* She
smirked as she felt his mental reaction to the declaration.
She could feel the last shreds of his guilt for what he had
become shatter as he accepted that she really did want to keep
him around. She laughed, *wow, who knew that the problem all
along was me being too nice to you. I've been a haughty bitch
for a few minutes and you're already in a way better place.
I think you may have questionable taste in women Fred.*

*You on the other hand have have impeccable taste in bras,*
he quipped back.

*That I do,* she agreed warmly, hefting each of her breasts one
after the other to plant a kiss on his soft fabric.
