
Priah felt the tension flow out of her body as she got
ready to go to bed. It had been a long day at the hospital,
and her knees were aching the way they always did after so
long on her feet. Tomorrow, though, was her day off and she
would get to go the game shop for her weekly game of dungeons
and dragons. The games were the highlight of her week, especially
because it meant she got to see Paul.

For the moment, however, she was looking forward to getting some
sleep. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she reached down to
silence it. When it buzzed again a moment later, she pulled it
out in annoyance. Her annoyance immediately disappeared when she
saw that it was Paul calling. Her heart picked up the pace the
way it always did when she saw him. She picked up the phone,
"Hi Paul, what's up?"

"Hi Priah, I'm really sorry to call so late, but I'm in a pretty
desperate situation and I was hoping you might be able to help."
He said.

"Oh no! Of course I'm happy to help! What's wrong? Did you get in
a car crash?" She said, feeling worried for her friend.

"No, nothing like that. The truth is, I've had a bit of an accident
at the lab."

"A-An accident? Are you hurt?" She asked.

"No, yes, it's kind of complicated. Would it be alright if I come
over and explain in person? It might be easier if I show you."

"Of course. I'll put some tea on!" Priah replied. Despite the
unfortunate circumstances, she couldn't help but be a little
excited that Paul was coming over to her house late at night.

She went to the kitchen and started the tea water before going back
to her closet and casting about for something to wear. Priah had
what she considered a fairly realistic assessment of her own looks.
Her face was fairly pretty, though too pudgy to be really striking,
and her silky black hair was actually quite gorgeous when she brushed
it out. There was a time when Priah had been proud of her body, but
in nursing school she had begun to pile on the pounds. At first it had
gone to all the right places, giving her bulging breasts and a ripe ass
without affecting her waistline very much. She tried to stop gaining
so much weight, but it had been a losing battle ever since, and before
long it was her gut that was ballooning out of control.

To emphasize her best assets she grabbed one of her two push-up bras
and squeezed it on. For a woman her size such things were expensive,
and she had not gotten a new one for a while. She normally wore a 44H
cup, but this bra was a 42G. It was uncomfortable, but it did force
her breasts up and together to display 8 inches or so of light
brown cleavage. She choose a lilac V-neck dress which was tight
across her breasts and loose everywhere else to further try to
corral attention away from her heavy gut.

*Ow* she muttered in annoyance when her comb caught a snag as
she dragged it repeatedly through her hair. She couldn't escape
the feeling that Paul was going to knock on her door any second
now, so she felt like she had to hurry. She forced herself to
slow down as she did her makeup and was able to avoid making any
mistakes.

It turned out that her rushing was not needed because she was
waiting another fifteen minutes before Paul showed up. When she
opened the door, he stepped inside quickly and gave a furtive
glance behind him.

"Is someone after you?" Priah asked.

"What's that?" There was a wild look in his eyes. "Is there
someone after me?" It sounded as if he was asking her, then
he said "No. No that wouldn't be right at all. Would it?"
He didn't sound sure.

As a nurse, Priah felt at home dealing with someone a bit out
of sorts, so she took his hand and guided him to the couch in
her living room. "Why don't you tell me about this accident."

"Right." He said. His eyes seemed to unfocus for a second and
his hair changed color from his usual blond to a shockingly
vibrant orange. "Oh no." He said. His hands fluttered and
he muttered under his breath for a moment before his hair
returned to normal.

"What the fuck?" Priah said, staring. She hadn't seem him make
any sort of spell gesture before the first change.

"I've never told you what I really do before because it's classified,
but I'm going to now." Paul said, "I do research to try to find a
reality altering spell."

"Umm. Wow." Priah said. The United States had been in an arms race
with the USSR throughout the whole cold war to develop a spell that
could rewrite reality. She had assumed that after the cold war ended,
they had given up, but apparently that wasn't the case.

"I've been getting close. Really close, but I've had an accident
that's destabilized my personal reality." Paul said.

"Is that bad? That sounds bad." Priah said, chewing her lip
nervously.

"It's. It's not great." Paul replied seriously. "I've been keeping
the reality sssssssshifts contained, but I can't keep it up
forever sssssssssss." His voice took on a hissing undertone halfway
though and a thin forked tongue slipped out to sample the air
after he was done speaking.

Priah jumped back in her chair. Paul's fingers wiggled and when
he spoke again his voice was back to normal, "This has happened
to lots of other researchers before me, and essentially no one
makes it more than 48 hours before being transformed into something
totally unrecognizable. Best case, I end up as a tree, worst case
I turn into a monster that needs to be put down."

"Oh jeez." Priah said. "B-but you said I could help."

Paul nodded, "There has been one recorded case of someone surviving,
when they got immediate treatment from a Priestess of Bel. I'm
quite a bit further along than they were, but it might still work."

"Who is Bel? Also, how could I help you if I'm not a Priestess of
him?" Priah asked.

"Bel is a goddess of fertility, healing, and reality. In the stories
of her original pantheon, she birthed all of reality. It gives her
a level of influence in the domain of reality altering spells that
is hard to get anywhere else."

"I still don't understand how *I* can help." Priah replied.

"Well, we can bargain for her to bless you. There are a couple
of things that make you a good vessel for her." He paused to
turn his ears from bat ears to human ears. "You're a nurse,
and she his a goddess of healing, and you have." He paused
a reddened. He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I'm sorry
if this comes out wrong, but." He was as red as a tomato.

A second later Priah realized his head was turning into an
actual tomato and she said, "Paul! Your head!" A few muttered
words and discrete gestures later he was back to normal.

"Sorry about that. Anyway, what I was going to say is that you
have very large breasts, which Bel looks for in a vessel if I
understand correctly." He looked down at his feet.

Priah flushed, "You want me to help you because I have big boobs?"
It was unexpected, but she couldn't help but feel a little proud.

"Yes, well, if you're not comfortable with it... I wouldn't
even bring it up normally, but, well."

"Of course I'll do it!" Priah said.

"I should warn you, it may be dangerous. More dangerous than
rock climbing, but less dangerous than base jumping." He said.

"I don't care. I'll do it." Priah said. "Also, I like that
way to frame danger levels."

Paul smiled, "Yeah." Then his face sobered, "Let's go to my
lab."

"Am I allowed there?" She asked.

"Technically, no, but no one is going to stop us. What do you
say, up for a little illicit access to a highly classified
government lab?" He said with a cheeky grin. When his grin
began to take over his whole face, curling up to meet the
edges of his eyes and growing toothier by the second, he
made a few hurried gestures to get it back under control.

Priah spent most of the ride to Paul's lab watching him
intently for signs that his reality was getting out of whack
so she could warn him. The whole time, in the back of her
mind, she was wondering how much time Paul had spent thinking
about her breasts. He had never displayed any romantic interest
in her before, as much as she would have liked it, but the
events of the night were giving her hope that her crush might
nor remain unrequited for long.

They parked and walked rapidly into the squat building where
Paul worked. He lead her through half a dozen hallways before
they ended up in a large room, the center of which was dominated
by several large, expensive looking machines. Paul immediately
ran around unlocking the wheels of the machines and pushing them
back into corners. He pointed to a work bench near the door and
said, "There is chalk over there. Would you mind getting started
on a summoning circle."

"I-I thought you said Bel is a goddess." Priah said. She wasn't
an Doctor of Magic like Paul, but she was pretty sure summoning
circles were only used for daemons.

"Oh, did I say she *is* a goddess? I should have said she *was*
a goddess. She's the only survivor of her pantheon, and I'm afraid
the poor girl had to take up residence in Hell after her plane
collapsed." He said.

"So she's a demon?" Priah asked is alarm.

Paul sighed, "Yes." He looked at her. "You don't have to go through
with this if you don't want to. I know they teach everyone never
ever to summon demons in high school magic class, but that rule
is kind of like the rule never to cut towards yourself. You should
definitely never cut towards yourself when you are starting out
using a knife, but after you've gotten a lot of experience, you
can do it pretty safely. You still don't want to do it all the time,
but it isn't the end of the world. I've summoned demons two or three
times a year since I started grad school." He said.

Priah thought about it for a little bit, but this was Paul. She
didn't want to have to watch as his unhinged reality tore him
apart. She grabbed the chalk and began to draw. "I'll still do it."

When she was finished with the circle, Paul took over, decorating
it with a number of designs and explaining what he was doing
in between pauses to fix his shifting form. Finally, he told
her to stay where she was and disappeared. He came back a moment
later leading a goat.

"Ok, so the way this ritual will work is that you will kneel
in the center of the circle and I'll perform the summoning. You
have to remain kneeling the whole time or Bel could escape, so
find a comfortable position. If all goes well, this will be
over in ten minutes." He said.

"O-Ok." Priah said. She still wasn't entirely sure what would
happen when she was blessed by Bel, but the ruptures in Paul's
reality were coming faster now and she didn't want to waste
any more time. She didn't see any way to get comfortable kneeling
on the hard ground, so she just chose a spot at random and knelt.
"Should, I, like get naked?" She asked.

Paul cocked his head quizzically, "No. Why?"

"I dunno. It just seemed like that kind of thing." Priah said, her
face heating in a blush.

"No no, it's not that kind of ritual." Paul said. "Now, you ready?"

"I was born ready." Priah lied.

"Great." Paul said before he began to chant. The light took on a strange
quality and Priah began to hear strange whisperings. When she concentrated
she could understand each word as it was spoken, but they refused to fit
together in any sort of meaningful whole. Despite this, Priah was convinced
that there was an underlying intelligibility to the words, it was her mortal
mind which could not understand it.

Flames sprang up from seven points at the edge of the circle and Paul slid
a sliver knife across the throat of the goat. At 6'2" and 220 pounds of muscle,
Paul was a big man, so he easily lifted its body onto his shoulder before
walking around the circle and drizzling blood into each of the flames. His
fingers, Priah noted, had become wicked claws, but he was not able to pause
the ritual in order to fix himself.

Priah felt a great pressure on her face, as if someone was cutting off the
blood to her brain. The pressure disappeared when a female form burst from
the ground in front of her in a burst of flame and sulfur. Bel stood nearly
eight feet tall and possessed such a dramatic hourglass figure that each
breast was wider around than her tiny waist. Short horns poked up through
her hair, and her face was that of a cow though her eyes were entirely
human. "You dare!" She roared in anger, but Paul clapped his hands and
chains of black energy which seemed to drink in the light sprang up from
the floor to bind her.

As Bel struggled, Paul took the opportunity to turn his hands back into
normal hands, remove the feathers which had started spouting along with
his hair, and convert his pants from bell bottoms back to the slacks he
had been wearing.

"What bargain would you make little mortal?" Bel demanded, yanking on
her chains with all her might.

"No bargain." Paul replied calmly. Priah had no idea how he could face
down the demon so calmly. She felt terrified as she watched the former
goddess rage impotently just a few feet away from her.

Paul turned one of the machines to face the demon and reached deep
inside it. The whole apparatus took on a golden glow, and a flame
formed at its tip that burned a color that Priah had never seen before.
"No! No! You bastard! I'll rip you to shreds! I'll tear you apart!" Bel
screamed.

"Bless her breasts the way you bless your priestesses, as much as she
can take." Paul commanded coldly.

"If I do, do you swear you will let me go?" Bel demanded.

"Only you you promise not to take any action against me or my friend here."
Paul replied.

"Fine." Bel said angrily. Milk burst from her huge breasts and arced
towards Priah in a single thick rope as big around as a can of coke.
The milk forced itself through Priah's lips. To her surprise it tasted
amazing. She wanted as much of it as she could swallow and then perhaps
a bit more. She had learned to let her throat open up to shotgun beer
in nursing school, and she applied the same trick now.

At first Bel looked almost gleeful at the volume of milk she was forcing
down Priah's throat, but as it became apparent that Priah was keeping up
she became more annoyed. Priah was starting to feel the milk in her stomach,
but she knew it could stretch a lot more. Her frequent binges had left her
stomach capable of holding vast quantities of food and today had been
a day when she tried to keep to her strict diet so she had plenty of
extra room. The demon's breasts were beginning to grow visibly deflated
and still Priah gulped. Paul watched in surprise as his friend drained
far more power than he had been expecting her to from the visibly angry
demon.

Priah's bra was getting tighter and tighter as her dress slid down to
reveal more and more cleavage. Her body was already consuming the
demon milk, making more space in her stomach. Her panties
rolled down as her gut bulged larger and larger, and her eyes began
to slowly rise higher in the air as her ass swelled larger. The
streamers of milk were smaller now, and eventually they trickled
out. "I'm not done." Priah said, grabbing the demon and pulling
her to her knees.

Bel's breasts were less than half the size they had been when she first
appeared. It wasn't just her bust that had shrunk. She had lost about
a foot of height, and her hips had drawn in, melting away as Priah
drained her magic. When Bel blessed a follower, she just gave them
the milk she produced naturally, but the terms of her contract with
Paul meant that her body was having to cannibalize itself in order to
keep Priah fed. Priah pulled the unfortunate former goddess closer
and latched directly onto her nipple. She gulped and gulped and
it wasn't long before Bel was begging her to stop, but Priah was
relentless. She wanted to make sure she collected enough power to save
Paul.

The demon dwindled until she was less than five feet tall and flat as
a board. Priah kept on her the whole time, switching back and forth
between breasts whenever one seemed to run out of milk. Bel was sobbing
as the last drop of milk left her nonexistent breast. Priah, who had
been pinning the shrunken demon down with her greater bulk, sat up
and belched, "Oh, excuse me." She said, "I'm done. You can send her back
now Paul."

Paul stared at Priah in fascination. This was a side of Priah he had never
seen before. He spoke a word of power and the flames went out, taking
Bel with them. "Priah, that was amazing. I thought you would be a good
vessel for her power, but I had no idea how good." He said.

Priah got to her feet unsteadily, unused to the hundreds of pounds she
had just added to her swollen stomach. Her gut now hung out in front
of her like a separate entity. She felt both disgusted with herself and
proud that she had been able to drain a powerful demon dry. "This is
going to set back my diet plans for a while." She said, "I better be
able to save you." She said, stepping out of the circle. "How do I save
you again?"

"I never explained that?" Paul asked.

"Things have been happening pretty fast." Priah replied. She looked
down and saw that her gut was visibly shrinking.

"Y-yeah." Paul said, watching in fascination as Priah's breasts swelled
larger. "Well, now that you've received Bel's blessing, you should start
lactating. You should be able to use your milk to stabilize my reality
temporarily."

"Ok, umm, how do I- Can you hold on?" Priah pulled her dress all the
way over her head. It had already ridden up so that the hem was above
her belly button due to her swollen stomach, so it hadn't been providing
her much modesty. Her breasts were absolutely exploding out of her bra,
and she reached behind herself to free them from their prison. Before
she could do it though she heard a tearing sound and her breasts suddenly
jumped forward as her bra flew off of her. She reddened, "S-sorry." She
said, covering her nipples with her hands. "H-how do I stabilize your
reality."

Paul reddened, "You, um, you suckle me, and as I'm drinking from you
you remind me of my reality. Your milk should have powerful healing
properties now, including the ability to heal my reality."

"Bel makes her priestesses healers? Now I'm starting to feel bad about
stealing her power." Priah said.

"You shouldn't. Believe me. Demons love healing magic, and not for good
reasons. Bel's priestesses are some of the most twisted torturers alive."
Paul said.

"Oh, how nasty." Priah said. She paused and chewed her lip, "s-so, do you
want to..."

Paul cleared his throat and nodded. He leaned in to try to take Priah's
nipple in his mouth, but bumped into her massive belly and was not able
to. "Oops" He said and stepped around so that he could lean in from the
side.

Paul was shocked by how good Priah's milk tasted when it first hit his
tongue. The sensations of the world around him melted away and he just
focused on the heat of her silky bosom as it pressed into his face.
"Your name is Paul White. You are a research mage at Los Alamos National
Labs. You've had a research accident, but your friend Priah is helping
you get better. It's going to be ok." Priah said. The words filtered
into Paul's mind and the crazy buzz saw that had been trying to unmoore
him from who he was since the accident faded away.

When he pulled away from her breast, Paul looked so relieved that Priah
immediately broke into a grin. "It worked didn't it!" She said.

"For now." Paul replied.

Priah's face fell, "How long until I have to fix it again?" She asked.

"Maybe a day, but to be safe, it would be best to treat me every twelve
hours." He replied.

"That's easy enough. I can dose you after breakfast and after dinner!"
She said brightly, "It's going to be ok Paul." Priah said, *and who
knows what might happen with Paul sucking on my boobs twice a day.*
She thought happily to herself.


Paul dropped Priah off at home and she rushed inside, clutching a lab
coat around her in an unsuccessful attempt to hide her swollen form.
Fortunately, her gut had already dwindled significantly, which made
walking easier than it might have been. Her breasts, hips and ass were
still swelling, though not nearly as fast as her belly was shrinking.

Before going to bed, Priah went to her bedroom mirror and opened her
third eye. It had been ages since she did any real magic, so it took
her nearly twenty minutes to do so, but in the end she managed it.
She slammed it shut a fraction of a second later and blinked in an
effort to get rid of the incandescence emanating from her breasts.
Her boobs looked like an Artifact in the magical spectrum. She
turned away from the mirror and opened her third eye again so that
she could fiddle with her sensitivity without having to deal with
the glare. When she had managed to put on the equivalent of magical
sunglasses she turned back to the mirror.

Her gut was also shining with a sickly yellow energy, but as she
watched her body broke down the energy and moved it all over to
let it sink into her flesh. It infused her muscles, blood, bone and skin,
and she wondered what was happening to her. Most of the energy though,
pooled in the fat and milk glands of her breasts. As it did so, it was
transformed from a sickly yellow to her own warm violet aura. *I bet
I'm a powerful mage now*. She thought to herself. Of course, raw power
didn't count for much outside of battle magic. Now the most interesting
magic was done by burning runes on silicon wafers that a hedge like
Priah could empower. She corrected that thought. She didn't know what
she had become, but she wasn't a hedge anymore.

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When Priah rose the next day, she grabbed her tape measure measured her bust.
"Sixty inches." She breathed. "Damn, I'm huge." She said. Her hips had undergone
a similar expansion and their circumference was identical to that of her bust.
The massively bloated gut she had gained from sucking Bel dry had entirely
disappeared, leaving her with only the fat she had earned herself. Her underbust
was similarly unchanged from the size it was before Paul had called. "This
is a definite improvement." She said to herself. For the first time since she
was 25 she had an hourglass figure, even if a very thick one.

She made herself a large breakfast, justifying it by the need to keep her
breasts full of milk for Paul. "Remember to save some room. I'll be over in
a few." She texted Paul.

She wore a baggy sweater and an ankle length skirt to conceal her sudden size
change. Whatever Paul had said the night before, she was pretty sure that
demon summoning was illegal and she didn't want to draw attention to the
fact that she had stolen a bunch of power from a demon. None of the bras
in her draws fit, so she wrapped a roll of gauze around her chest several times
to compress her chest. The largest panties she could find became a thong
around her swollen cheeks. Deciding that that was good enough until she could
go shopping, Priah hopped in her car, the suspension squealing a bit more than
usual when she did so, and drove over the Paul's house.

She knocked on his door a few times but there was no answer. The door was
unlocked, so she let herself in and went looking for him. When she opened
his bedroom door she found him sprawled out on his bed with the sheets
tangled around his legs, but his chest and arms completely bare. *Damn*
She thought to herself, pausing for a moment to drink in his bulging muscles.
*he almost dies and still looks that good.* She thought to herself.

She walked over and shook him gently, "Paul." She said.

He woke with a start, "Wha-" He looked around blinking blearily.

"You must have been pretty tired from that ritual, huh." She said warmly.

"Yeah. I hadn't slept for days." He said.

"Do you want me to come back? You could sleep some more. Skip this week's
session." She said.

Paul shook his head, "No, no. I should get up."

"Good. Well, then I suppose I can serve you breakfast in bed," Priah giggled
awkwardly.

Paul chuckled, "Sounds great."

Priah pulled her sweater over her head, exposing her huge breasts. "Wow."
Paul said. "Sorry," he said glancing up at Priah, "It's just that you've
grown a lot."

She laughed, "Yeah, I guess I have."

"You're ok with that?" He asked hesitantly, "If you didn't want bigger
breasts I can-"

"That's enough of that." Priah said, cutting him of, "I rather like it."

"Oh," Paul cleared his throat, flushing, "Good." After an awkward pause
he gestured towards her breasts, "I'm just going to..." he said.

Priah bit her lip. She had been so pumped up on adrenaline the night
before that she hadn't really noticed how good it felt to have Paul's
lips around her nipple. She let down her milk and he began to drink,
sending little shivers of pleasure through her whole body. "Your name
is Paul White. You are a research mage at Los Alamos National Labs.
You've had an accident, but your friend Priah his helping you get better."
She said into Paul's ear. He continued to drink, so she repeated her
litany again. Her eyes began to wander and she noticed that his
penis was fully erect beneath his boxer briefs. It was thick and long,
and looking at it made Priah wet. She pressed her breasts into him
harder and slid her hand down his stomach until it was grabbing hold
of his cock through his boxers.

Paul was so lost in Priah's milk that he hardly noticed as she stroked
his ramrod stiff cock. Thinking was hard with Priah's boobs in his face.
He just felt hungry and horny. "That's it, suck my breast. Suck my big
sexy boob." She crooned down to him as he drank, "I know you love my
boobs." She said, giving his dick a playful tug. "I know what you are
thinking."

As soon as she spoke the words, it felt as if reality split. She had
all her old memories, but alongside them were memories of a reality
in which she had always been able to read Paul's mind and in which
he had always loved her boobs.

Priah stiffened in anger as memories of reading Paul's mind as he thought
about how disgusting she looked came flooding in. Every time she overate
during a campaign, he had been judging her. Every time she had walked
in the room, his thoughts had become preoccupied with how someone could
have such fantastic tits on such a disgusting body. He had also genuinely
liked her as a friend, found her sense of humor fun, and felt glad to
know her, but his reaction to her body burned brightly in her mind.
She suddenly felt like she couldn't have him touching her, so she pushed
him away.

"What?" Paul asked.

"I think you've had enough. You should be good for a little while." Priah
replied. She had been stupid to think someone as hot as Paul would look
at her with any kind of romantic interest. She felt embarrassed and ashamed
and humiliated, but she couldn't let any of it show or she would have to
explain that she could read his mind. Mind magic was highly regulated, so
she was definitely committing a felony as she read his confusion.

"I should go." She said.

"Ok." Paul said, "Meet you at the game shop?" He asked.

"Actually, I think I'm going to skip this week. This has all been a lot."
She said, "I need some time." She paused. "To process."

"Ok, yeah. Whatever you need. Is there anything I can do? Do you want to
talk about it?" He asked. Priah could read the genuine concern in his
mind, which only made her feel worse.

"No, it's fine. I just need a little time." She said.


When she got home she went straight to the freezer and got out a big tub
of ice cream. "How could I have been so stupid." She said, plunging a
spoon into the tub. She ate in big bites, shoveling food down her throat
in order to push down the negative emotions. When she had finished the
tub and finished crying, she wiped her face with the back of her hand
and silently went about cleaning up.

As she sat and thought, Priah's anger at Paul's distaste for her body
shifted. She couldn't really stay angry at him for that. He had no
obligation to be attracted to her, and he had always been nice despite
his private thoughts. She was the one who had violated his privacy by
reading his mind, even if accidentally. She was growing angrier and
angrier at the way that he had pulled her into healing his reality.
He hadn't explained what she was getting into in any sort of depth
before they had gone through with it. She hadn't even known she would
be breast feeding him until after the ritual. He had lead to to think
that she would be getting blessed by a goddess, not a demon. She was
sure that he had been downplaying how dangerous the whole process had
been. In fact, as she went through her new memories where she could
read his mind, she realized that he had been fully aware that he wasn't
telling her the full truth.

Paul, she realized, was a bit of a bastard.

================================================================================

"Hey Paul." Priah said.

"Hi." He said, sensing some tension, but not quite knowing where it was
coming from. He stepped back to let her inside.

"So, we should go to the couch I guess?" She said. She could tell he was
worried about her by reading his mind, and her face softened a bit.

"Y-Yeah." He said. He was, Priah noticed, already looking forward to
sucking on her breasts. She felt a thrill of pride, and then a flash
of annoyance at herself for it.

"Great." She said. She walked over to his couch and sat down, taking
off her sweater as he sat down next to her. His eyes locked onto her
breasts and she guided his head down to her nipple.

As he began to drink she said, "Your name is Paul White. You are
a research mage at Los Alamos National Labs. You've had an accident,
but your friend Priah is helping you get better." She peered into
his mind as he suckled, getting a little thrill at the way his whole
being was focused on the sensation of her brown skin against his
face. Her breasts were each larger than his head, and their shear
mass and proximity were turning him on. She couldn't help but feel
proud.

After reading his thoughts for a little while, Priah bent down and
crooned in his ear once again, "Your name is Paul White. You are a
research mage at Los Alamos National Labs. You've had an accident,
but your friend Priah is helping you get better." She thought for
a second, wavering on the fence for a minute before she decided
that a little light editing of Paul's reality was in order. She
was mad and hurt at the way he viewed her body, so she wasn't as
worried about the fallout of her actions as she might once have
been. "Your name is Paul White. You are a research mage at Los
Alamos National Labs. You've had an accident, but your sexy
friend Priah is helping you get better."

As soon as she spoke, Priah's belly began to shrink rapidly.
She looked down in glee as the pounds she had resented for so
long just melted away. Her face tingled as it grew prettier
and prettier. The fat along her legs disappeared, leaving toned
and sleek pillars of femininity behind. Her hair took on a luster
that would have been right at home in a shampoo commercial. Her
clothes shifted with her body. Her ankle length skirt shot up
until it ended in the middle of her succulent thighs. Her sweater
shifted on the seat next to her. Her shoes gained a three inch heel.

A third set of memories settled into place. In her newest memories,
just like in the original reality Priah had begun to gain weight like
crazy in nursing school, but unlike in the original reality, that
weight had been entirely confined to her breasts and ass. She had
been justifiably proud of her body, and chosen a wardrobe that
showed it off without being slutty. Getting boys had been easy, and
the newest version of Priah was much more sexually experienced.

She looked down at Paul and poked through his mind, curious to see
how he saw the new her. Her nipples stiffened when she saw the way
he fantasized about her. She could tell from her new memories of his
thoughts that she had been the primary object of his desire pretty
much since they had met. He thought about the time she had cosplayed
as Power Girl nearly every day. Apparently, cosplay was a thing she
did now.

She shifted him from her right to her left breast, though she still
had plenty of milk to give in both. Eventually he pulled back. "I-I'm
full."

"You sure? I've still got plenty more." Priah said, there was a
new confidence in her voice as she hefted her breasts.

"No, I'm stuffed. I don't think I'm going to eat dinner." He said.

"Ok." Priah said with a heart melting smile. She pulled her sweater
back on, taking pride in the way it stretched to translucency over
her breasts and rode up to expose her perfectly toned tummy. "Let me
know if you get hungry again. I'm just a phone call away." She grinned.
Paul's monkey brain was yammering at him non-stop as soon as he saw
her new curves, and Priah was eating it up.

She threw an extra sway in her step as she walked away, and, curious to
see what it looked like to him, realized she could use her use her thought
reading powers to look through his eyes. She was treated to the sight
of an absolutely massive ass swaying back and forth beneath a tiny waist
less than half as wide. "Bye!" She said, waiving brightly and turning so
that he could see her huge breasts in profile. After she left his house,
she stopped and leaned back against his door. He was still in range of
her mind reading abilities as he rushed to the bathroom and began to
jerk off immediately. He came within just a few second, thinking about
Priah massive milky boobs. She grinned to herself and skipped over to her car.


Once back at her house, Priah took the opportunity to measure herself.
She was still 5'10", and her hips, breasts and ass did not seem to have
changed size much, but her waist was now just 26 inches and her under bust
measurement was 34 inches, meaning she would wear a 34Z if anyone made
bras in her size. Though her breasts and butt had not grown, they
looked much larger on her new slim frame. In the new reality, she had still
gone through a growth spurt when stealing Bel's power, so none of the clothes
in her closet fit. "Now I'm going to be even harder to shop for." She said.
She thought about it for a moment before texting Paul. "Come over to my
house tomorrow morning. I have something for you to do." Apparently the
new Priah commanded.

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"Hi Paul, come in." Priah answered the door in a white tank top that was
clearly way to small for her and a pair of pink short-shorts that were
riding up between her ass cheeks. Her nipples made large dents in the thin
fabric of her top, and he could clearly see her dark aureole through the
overstretched fabric. Most of the tops of her firm light brown breasts were
visible, letting him see about a foot and a half of cleavage.

She turned and led him into her house, gleefully watching as his mind
seized up at the sight of her. "I was just finishing up breakfast. There's
some more eggs and bacon in the kitchen." She said.

Paul went in to grab the food she had referred to. He came out a moment later
with a plate and set it before him as he took a seat next to her. When he
didn't start eating, Priah said, "It's ok. You don't have to eat. I know
you'd rather fill up on something else." She giggled, and gave her boobs
a playful bounce.

*Oh my god, she's perfect.* Paul thought.

Priah smirked. *As soon as he sees my breasts he's, like, totally entranced.*
She thought triumphantly to herself. "So, how was the gaming session?" She
asked.

"Oh, it was good." Paul replied, going into detail about the session as she
ate. She had to prod him a few times when he started staring at her boobs.
After she had finished the food on her plate, she said, "Give me yours. I
gotta get nutrients so I can feed you." Paul obeyed and continued his story
as she finished eating.

"Ok, now before I feed you, there is something I want you to do for me."
Priah said, getting up and bringing the plates back to the kitchen.

"What's that?" Paul asked, he hoped that Priah wouldn't start asking for
favors before she fed him every day, though he thought it probably would
be fair if she did.

"Well, you may have noticed that I've grown a little since the ritual."
Priah said.

"Yeah."

"Well, I figure a Doctor of Magic can probably help me re-size some clothes."
She said, "It was hard to find anything that fit before, but now it's totally
hopeless."

"I can't create new matter without using some sort of substitute. There is
nothing that really works great for that long term. I could fix them
temporarily though." He said.

"You could also change the cut to move some fabric around, right?" She
asked.

"Yeah, I guess I could." He said.

"Ok, great. Can you start wit these?" She stood up and turned to point her
ass at his face.

The shorts had rolled in between her cheeks, exposing two flawless brown
swells. Paul had never seen a better ass in his life. It was a shame that
Priah wanted him to cover it up. He made a few gestures and began muttering.
A moment later the shorts shifted so that the stretched over her butt a
little better. He had had to take the extra fabric from somewhere, so they
now rode up to expose the lower swells of her butt. She slid a hand over
her rump and turned back to look at him, "Wow! That's awesome!"

"Stay there." She commanded. She ran to her bedroom and returned carrying an
armful of clothing. "My biggest problem," She explained, "Is finding
a bra that fits." She said, holding up a custom made 34S cup cream bra. The
cups looked absolutely massive, but when she fit them over her breasts they
were totally overwhelmed. "Could you do something about it?" She batted her
eyelashes at him.

Paul's dick twitched at the show his unreasonably sexy Indian friend was
giving him. Priah's eyes seemed to twinkle as if she knew exactly how
aroused she was making him, but she just stood there while he cast the
spell. The bra shifted, turning into a plunge bra in order to provide
more fabric for the cups to grow larger. It had been fairly utilitarian
looking garment before, but it turned lacy under the spell. "Nice touch!"
Priah said with a smile. "I think I should try it on!"

She turned around and pulled her tank off, giving Paul a view of a
back every bit as sexy as the rest of her. He could see the swells of
her breasts quite clearly from behind, even when she let her arms
drop to her side. She slipped the resized bra on and reached back
behind herself gracefully to put its hooks in place. When she turned
back around and gave a playful shimmy, Paul almost came.

"Well, what do you think?" Priah said, strutting over towards him.

"Y-You're so beautiful." He said, looking at her in awe.

She giggled, "Awww. Thanks!" She said with a smile, "I was
asking about the fit of the bra though."

"Oh. Right. S-sorry." Paul said. Priah loved how flustered he was
getting. "I-It looks good." He said.

"Great! Then I have a bunch more for you to do!" She said, turning
around and picking up a red bra with absolutely huge cups. Just
like the first one, this one was clearly too small for her despite
its size.

They worked their way though most of the rest of the pile of bras.
As she picked up each one, Priah would hold it up to her chest to
show how inadequate it was to contain her womanly bosom, then she
would allow Paul to transform it around her breasts and try it on
to check the fit. A few times she had Paul make changes to it again
once she was wearing it. In order to get enough fabric to cover her
bust, the bras were all becoming much skimpier than they had been
to start off with. About half of them became so skimpy that they
couldn't provide any support at all, so Priah had Paul enchant them
to increase their strength and durability. "I guess my boobs just
overwhelm mundane fabric." She said with a giggle.

Paul was starting to look pale and weak from all the magic. The
enchantments especially seemed to take it out of him. He wanted
to ask her to stop, but he found his sexy Indian friend a little
intimidating and he didn't want to show to end. Reading his mind,
Priah noticed his discomfort and felt a thrill of triumph and
pride at his submissive timidness.

She picked up an emerald green bra and held it up to her chest.
Paul muttered and it streached, growing thin and translucent as
the top crept down and the angle of its plunging V widened.
"This one looks like it will need enchanting." Priah said.

Paul hadn't felt this mana fatigued since high school, but
he pressed on. He made a few gestures and muttered under his
breath and the bra began to glow softly for a moment. "Awesome!"
Priah said with a breathtaking grin. "It's handy having a Doctor
of Magic around. I'm going to have you enchant so many other
things." She said.

For some reason, the way that she just announced that she was
going to have him do things as if he got no say in the matter
made Paul's dick twitch. He had never really thought of himself
as sexually submissive before, but Priah's domineering attitude
was really turning him on. Priah smirked as she read Paul's
thoughts. She turned around and tried the green bra on. "What
do you think of the fit for this one?" She asked hefting her
breasts and squeezing them together as she bent over to
expose a maximal amount of cleavage to the exhausted mage.

Paul stared helplessly at Priah's light brown cleavage as
she stalked towards him with a predatory glint in her eye.
*She's just so hot.* He thought. She paused a few feet away
from him and gave a slow shake that set her breasts jiggling
in a hypnotic pattern. It was finally too much, and Paul's
straining dick began to gush in his pants.

Priah noticed immediately, but she didn't say anything. *Oh
my god. I just made him cum without even touching him.* She
thought to herself with pride. She looked down at his
face. He was totally enraptured by her chest.

"Ok, I think it is time for your breakfast." She said gently,
reaching back behind herself to release her newly enchanted
bra. She stepped forward to straddle him and slipped her
right nipple into his mouth. "That's it, suck on Priah's
big sexy tit." She said as he began to drink.

"You shouldn't feel embarrassed about cumming in your pants."
She purred in his ear, delighting in the way her words made
his embarrassment intensify. "It could happen to anybody. This
body makes men helpless." She giggled. As soon as she finished
speaking she felt her whole body tingle as it grew even more
alluring. A new layer of memories settled into place. Priah
squirmed in delight as she remembered the way men now reacted
to her beauty. The sight of her hypnotic curves could instantly
turn a brash and confidant man into her submissive pet.

She had been hot in high school, but it was when her curves
exploded in nursing school that she really became able to
wrap men around her fingers. She was showered with gifts
from men she hardly gave the time of day to and her social
media presence exploded until she had hundreds of thousands of
followers by the time she finished nursing school. She had
only gotten hotter since then, and as she had grown sexier,
men had become more and more submissive towards her until
they were completely helpless.

*Oops.* She thought to herself. She hadn't meant to mess with
reality like that. She wondered why she was even able to. Paul
had made it sound like all she would be able to do was stabilize
the original reality, but clearly she could do more than that.
She wondered if consuming all of Bel's power had something to
do with that. *I should be more careful.* She thought to herself,
but she couldn't bring herself to really feel bad about the changes.

She let Paul drink for a bit before she leaned down and spoke
softly in his ear, "Your name is Paul White. You are a research
mage at Los Alamos National Labs. You've had an accident, but
your extremely sexy friend Priah is helping you get better."
She said, grinning as her body, face and hair tingled once again
while another layer of memories settled into place. She repeated
the message a few more times as she let Paul drink his fill.
Finally he could take no more, though her breasts felt as full
as ever.

Priah stood up and looked down at Paul, who was slumped in his
chair in a daze. She slipped the green bra he had just transformed
back on and went to her room to get another armload of clothing.
By reading his thoughts, Priah could tell that Paul was no longer
mana fatigued, just drowsy from the milk filling his belly, so
she picked up a blue t-shirt and held it over her chest. "I love
this shirt, but it was kinda tight even before the ritual. I'm
afraid I'll tear it." She said. "Can you enchant it to be tough
for me?" Though it was phrased as a question, her tone made it a
command.

Paul had about as much of a chance of resisting Priah's demands
as he did of doing without air. His restored energy was steadily
sapped away as she slowly paraded every item in her wardrobe past
him for him to stretch around her expanded figure. When he finally
finished, he once more felt shriveled and weak.

"Well, I'm going to go for a run." Priah declared, finding to
her surprise that the new version of herself actually enjoyed
that sort of thing. "I want to see how this enchantment works."
She said, sliding her hands over the pink sports bra that Paul
had just enchanted to prevent her breasts from jiggling all
over the place as she worked out. Priah hoped it would work
because Paul had had to take a lot of fabric from the neckline
when he grew it to fit her new bust, and she didn't want to
jiggle out of it.

"I'll probably be hungry when I get back, so you can get started
on my lunch while I'm out. Make a lot." She said before she
headed to the door. Despite his mana fatigue, Paul moved to
obey as she laced up her shoes and headed out the door.


As Paul worked, he started to feel more and more resentful of
the way that Priah was treating him. She had no right to make
him perform magic until he nearly passed out. Now he was acting
like her servant. He was grateful for what she was doing to
heal him, but this wasn't fair. Even as these thoughts played
through his head, her gorgeous face and utterly stupendous
body kept swimming through his head, making his determination
waver.


As Priah ran, she found the sensation surprisingly pleasant
in her new body. What had always been an unpleasant slog
before now made her feel brimming with energy. Even more fun
was the way that other people reacted. When she ran on the side
of the road, she seemed to seed traffic jams behind her as drivers
took their foot off the gas so that they could look a little longer.
The people she passed on foot were even more interesting. Men and
boys seemed enthralled by the motions of her body and women looked
at her with undisguised jealousy. She noticed several fights break
out between couples in her wake, and couldn't help but giggle to
herself.

The jealous looks reminded Priah of the way other women were always
suspicious and resentful of her in the new reality. She had never
had a female friend since puberty really hit her in earnest, and
other girls and women had done some pretty vicious things to her
over the years. An incident in high school when some other girls
filled her locker with pig shit particularly stood out in her mind.
*They are just jealous*. She reminded herself, but the glares from
the women she passed still made her uncomfortable.


When she got home, Paul was just finishing up her lunch. He had
really gone all out, having made homemade pizza. "Wow, that looks
great. I'm just going to hop in the shower and then I'll be out
to eat it." She said, noting with satisfaction the way his urge
to give her a piece of his mind just melted away the moment he
saw the brown skin of her bosom glimmering with sweat.

"Ok." He replied.

Priah emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later in a kimono
cinched at the waist but open in a wide V from her navel upwards.
She enjoyed the way Paul goggled as she walked over and sat down.
He presented the meal to her like a waiter, intending it as a joke,
but it didn't end up feeling like one. Priah just accepted it as
her due, used to men behaving like servants in this latest version
of reality.

Suddenly, she wondered if she was the only one who remembered how
things used to be, "Paul, do you ever remember me being different?"

"Like different how?" He asked.

"Fat." She replied, and immediately sensed his confusion. "It's
not a trick question!" She giggled, as his confusion turned to
alarm.

"N-No?" He said.

"Ok, thanks." She replied. So even the great reality mage had no
idea that things had not always been this way. That made Priah
feel a thrill of delight and her nipples stiffened beneath the
silk of kimono.

Priah ate both of the large pizzas that Paul had made. Her appetite
had not changed, though now she could freely indulge it without
consequence. "Mmmm. That was good." She said, then, turning to
Paul, "You've been such a good boy, helping me with all my clothes
and making me such a nice lunch. I think it is time for a treat."
She said, snapping her fingers and pointing to the chair next to
her. Paul immediately came over and sat where she had indicated.

Priah got up and placed one hand on either of Paul's shoulders
for a few moments before walking forward to straddle him. She
squirmed in close, feeling his erection against her. When she
leaned down to kiss him, pressing her massive breasts into
his chest, she overwhelmed him and, for the second time that
day, he came in his pants. She giggled, "Am I too sexy for you?"

Paul reddened, "S-sorry." He said as he was enveloped in a wave
of embarrassment.

Priah leaned in and nibbled on his ear. "Don't be sorry. I bet
I can get your little soldier to salute again, and now he might
be able to keep fighting a little longer." She said. She got
up and began unbuckling his pants. Just as she had predicted,
Paul's dick was not deflating. She pulled his shirt off over
his head and ran her hands over his chest appreciatively. "I
don't know why I haven't taken you for a spin before." She
purred.

Paul gulped as his Indian friend pressed his face in between
her breasts and grabbed his large dick to guide it into her hot
pussy. He gasped at the sensation of engulfment. If he had
not just orgasmed, he would have right then, but his recent
emission had fortified him. Priah rode him hard, letting
out a series of rapid moans as she doggedly pursued her own
pleasure.

After a moment, she lifted one leg, displaying an impressive
degree of flexibility, and threw it over Paul's head so she
could spin in his lap. She leaned forward and stood up, clenching
her pussy to drag Paul after her by the dick. "Fuck me as hard
as you can." She commanded, leaning forward to bend over the
table. The knickknacks on the table clattered as he did his
best to fight through his mana fatigue in order to impress
the black haired seductress spread out on the table in front
of him. His efforts were eventually rewarded when she came,
her legs quivering with the force of it and loud moans
filling the room.

After her orgasm subsided, she turned on her back, spinning
around his dick like a top, before bearing him back down to
the chair she had mounted him on. She flipped her sweat
streaked hair back behind her shoulders and smiled down at him.
"Thanks for that." She said.

She slipped one of her nipples into his mouth and let down
her milk. His whole world rapidly shrank until it consisted
entirely of her cork sized nipple in his mouth and her lower
lips around his dick. As he drank, her pussy began to ripple
with powerful muscular contractions, milking it.

"Your name," She breathed in his ear, "is Paul White. You're
a research mage at Los Alamos National Labs. You've had an
accident, but your uber sexy friend Priah is helping you."
She reminded him. At the phrase "uber sexy" her whole body
tingled for a few seconds and a new layer of memories settled
into place. They weren't much different than before except
that her beauty and the reactions of those around her had
grown even more extreme.

As she reviewed her new memories, Priah grew angry at the
animosity towards her from other women she found in them.
*Well, I can fix that.* She thought to herself. "You're lucky
you knew an alpha female like me who could drain Bel completely."
She said, "That's what I am. An alpha female. I'm irresistible
to men and it makes other women so jealous, but one look at me
and they know their place." She giggled, already feeling the
changes to reality begin, "They see this bod and they know they
can't compete, so their only hope is to try to please me. They
just can't help it, as jealous as they get, they always
completely submit to me."

A new layer of memories settled into place. In this new reality,
Priah wasn't bullied by gangs of jealous girls, she broke them
and turned them into throngs of sycophantic friends. After meeting
her, making Priah look good became priority number one for all
the women and girls she met. They felt every bit as jealous and
spiteful as they had in the previous version of reality, they
were just totally incapable of acting on it.

Priah continued to suckle Paul for a few more minutes before she
switched breasts. By reading his mind she could tell when he was
getting close to orgasm, so she would back off milking his dick
to let him recover for a little. In this way she kept him on
the edge of orgasm the entire time she was breast feeding him,
until finally, when he was near bursting, she picked up the pace
and made him spurt all over the inside of her womb.

Feeling quite proud of herself, Priah got up. "Let's take a shower."
She said.

Paul blinked up at her in a daze. His gaze slowly cleared and he
said, "Wait, Priah, you aren't wearing a necklace." He said.

"Oh don't worry," Priah said, fingering the diamond set in the
belly button piercing she had picked up during one of her recent
transformations. "This has an anti-fertility spell worked into.
I had to get a special one because apparently my feminine energy
kept blowing out the normal ones or something." She laughed.

"Oh, uuhhh, good." He said.

"I'm not letting you knock me up." She said with a smile before
leading him off to the shower.


Priah didn't make any other major changes to reality as she
fed Paul after she ate dinner, though she did take the opportunity
to let him know that her hair always looked amazing despite the
fact that she never did anything for it. Priah had had great
hair even before her recent changes, but she always found brushing
it annoying. Now, a new layer of memories in which her hair
always managed to look like a team of stylists had just spent an
hour fine tuning it fell into place. She had thought about
doing something similar for makeup, but she didn't really wear
makeup anymore as it only made her look worse no matter how well
applied.

========================================================================

Priah pulled into the parking lot fifteen minutes behind schedule.
She had not really accounted for the way her morning routine
would expand as she had to feed Paul, so now she was worried
about how Kelsey, the nurse practitioner in charge of her shift,
would react to her lateness. Her newest memories told her the
older woman would let things slide, but she couldn't shake the
worry about being late she had developed in the original reality.

She parked quickly and walked rapidly inside, paying no heed to
the way her skin-tight scrubs turned heads. She bumped into
Kelsey in the hallway, "Hi Kelsey, sorry I'm late. Something
unexpected came up." She explained.

"Oh, that's fine Priah. Now that you're hear, would you mind
taking care of rooms 36 through 40?" She asked.

"Sure!" Priah said. Kelsey looked quite uncomfortable asking
Priah to do anything, like she was telling a senator to pick
up her trash.

Liz, one of the other nurses on the shift, watched the exchange
resentfully. She had been three minutes late and Kelsey had come
down on her like a ton of bricks. When Priah waltzed in though,
their boss was all smiles. It wasn't enough that Priah looked
like a wet dream, everyone seemed to give her a free pass.

Priah noticed the glimmer of resentment in Liz's eyes and
chuckled inwardly. The pretty blond nurse hadn't been very
pleasant to her before the transformation, so she enjoyed
making her mad. She walked over to Liz and held out her purse,
"I'm already late enough as it is. Can you take this to my
locker for me?" She asked imperiously.

*I can't believe she's asking me to do that* Liz though angrily,
but she said, "Of course Priah." Taking the bag from the taller
woman meekly. She hated the way her curvaceous Indian coworker
dominated everyone she met with no visible effort, and she hated
even more that she was unable to muster a shred of defiance. There
was just something about the way Priah's huge breasts and bulging
ass strained against her clothes that sucked the will right out
of Liz.

"Thanks babe," Priah turned to go about her rounds.

Patients had never been so compliant when Priah had to give
them directions, and she found working with them easier than
ever before. On the other hand, all of her interactions with
people in positions of authority were weird. None of them seemed
to feel comfortable telling her what to do. She had to remind
a few different doctors that she was just a nurse, and couldn't
make the final call of a diagnosis. Everyone was just so automatically
deferential. It was actually kind of annoying.

As more and more awkward interactions with her alleged superiors
began to pile up, Priah slowly came to the realization that unless
she was in a position of authority, a lot of her interactions would
feel off. She had given herself a body that demanded submission,
but the rest of her life had not really adjusted around that.


Just before lunch time, a doctor that Priah didn't know very well
stopped her. "Excuse me, umm..." He trailed off.

"Priah. Priah Nair." She replied.

He cleared his throat, "Well, I couldn't help but notice that
you are putting off a lot of energy in the magical spectrum.
I was performing an examination, and when I opened my third
eye I could see it from clear across the building."

"Oh, is it interfering with your examination?" She asked
in concern. She had totally forgotten about the incandescent
glare of Bel's energy.

"Well, a little, but I can, uuuhhh, work around it." He said.

Priah chewed her lip, thinking for a moment. "It's really no
big deal," she said.

"I don't-" He trailed off when Priah cocked an eyebrow at him.
"I-I mean, if you think it is alright," he said.

Priah gave him a brilliant smile, "And I do. Now can you do
me a favor?"

"A-Anything." He replied, it was getting harder and harder for
him to think of anything besides of this nurse filled out her
scrubs.

"Good," she purred, "Please don't mention this to anyone, and
if anyone else asks about it, just make up some excuse. I don't
want people to get alarmed over nothing. We do both agree it
is nothing right?" She asked.

*Definitely not.* He thought, "O-Of course." He stammered, already
thoroughly aroused just from having a conversation in the hallway
with Priah.

No one else seemed to notice the fact that her breasts had turned
into magical suns, though her awkward interactions with superiors
continued to pile up through the rest of her shift.

"I'm about to head to yours. Have dinner ready. I'll bring
yours :)" She texted Paul a few minutes before heading home.

When she walked into Paul's kitchen, she was greeted by the
site of a massive pot of beef stew. It looked large enough
to feed a dozen people, so she could tell that Paul had
learned how much she liked to eat well. "Mmm, that looks
good." She said.

Paul smiled at her, treasuring her approval like a dog treasures
treats, "Thanks! I've been cooking for hours."

"Well, it certainly looks like it paid off." She said with a
grin, "Did you come home from work early to get started?"

"Yeah. I was having trouble concentrating." He said.

"Oh, why's that?" She asked.

*I couldn't stop thinking about your breasts* he thought. "I kind
of skipped lunch." He said.

Priah smiled, and her nipples stiffened, forming dents through
the enchanted fabric of her bra and scrubs. "Oh, why'd you skip
lunch?"

"I-I didn't feel like eating what I had brought." He said.

"Oh," She said, "why's that?" She already knew why from reading
his mind, but she wanted to make him say it out loud.

"I-I don't know" he stammered.

"Was it because every time you looked at the food you were
reminded of something better you had recently?" She slid her
hands slowly up the underside of her breasts and looked right
at him with her dark, enchanting eyes.

"Y-yeah." He said quietly.

"What was it you were thinking of? What did you want instead?"
She asked.

"Y-your, umm." He reddened, "Y-your milk." he finished.

She smirked at him, "Aww, did you get addicted to my milk after
just a few days?" She chuckled, watching him redden even more.
"Don't worry. You can have some more if you're good." She walked
gracefully over to the table and sat down, "Now, I'm pretty hungry
too. Go fetch my dinner."

Like a good little servant, Paul hastened to obey. Priah quickly
finished her first bowl of stew and sent him back for seconds.
She plowed through the second bowl just as fast as the first
before putting away thirds just as fast. Her trim stomach had
expanded enough to pop her top out of her pants, and a sliver
of smooth brown flesh was now visible. The sliver grew larger
and larger as Priah continued to eat until she had a distinct
pot belly and her belly button was exposed, her piercing winking
at Paul as it shifted in the light. "Ahh, that was good."
She said, wiping her mouth and leaning back to stretch. Her
waist was still small compared with her bust and hips, but
the contrast was no longer quite so extreme.

Watching Priah eat had made Paul absolutely ravenous, which
she noticed through mind reading, but she enjoyed watching him
squirm, so she let him stew for a bit as she relaxed after he
meal. Finally, she snapped her fingers and pointed to one of
the chairs next to her. "Strip." She said.

He shucked off his clothes in a desperate shimmy and sat
naked in the chair she had indicated. Priah got up and
turned to present herself in profile, sliding her thumbs
under the waistband of her pants as she did so. She slowly
wiggled her butt back and forth as she slid her hands forwards
and backwards around her waistline. Her pants began to slide
down centimeter by agonizing centimeter, slowly revealing her
divine ass.

When she looked over and saw Paul holding his dick, she said,
"Hands at your sides." His armed dropped like ragdolls.

Eventually, her pants reached an infection point and they
dropped to the ground. She stepped out of them and turned to
face Paul head on. He realized she had been sliding her panties
off with them, because he was presented with a view of her
hairless lower lips that sent a rush of arousal through him.
She slid her hands under the hem of her shirt and began to
slowly ease it up over her head. When her light gray bra
came into view, Paul's breath began to hitch.

Her shirt continued to rise oh so slowly, lifting her heavy
breasts with it. Finally, the weight of her breasts was too
much and they slid free, bunching and jiggling in a motion
that seemed to Paul to warp the space around it. She let
her top drop to the floor and placed her hand on either side
of her bust, fingers spread wide. She gave him a wink as she
pressed and rubbed them together. Finally, it was too much
for him, and Paul's dick spurted rope after rope of cum
out onto the tiled floor of the kitchen.

Priah giggled, "You almost made it until I took my bra off!"
She said as if that was a big accomplishment.

"S-sorry." Paul said, he embarrassment intensifying.

"Shhh. It's ok." She said, stalking towards him as she
reached up to unhook her bra. Paul was completely entranced
as she let the garment fall to the floor.

She straddled him and slowly slid down his still rock hard
dick, letting out a few gasps of pleasure as she engulfed
him. She fit one of her turgid nipples into his mouth and
smiled as she let down her milk, "Wow, I really ate a lot."
She said, "It's a good thing that I have such an amazing
metabolism. All the extra food just makes me hotter." She
could feel a new layer of memories settle into place.
The link between her appetite and her beauty had been
there before, but now it was highlighted in her memories.
She became noticeably more attractive after eating a lot,
and when she had realized the connection in nursing school
she had really started chowing down. Now her appetite was
bigger than ever and every time she filled up, it made her
even sexier.

Her stomach began to shrink as her body broke down the food
with startling efficiency. She grinned, feeding Paul a new
reality was awesome. "Your name is Paul White. You are a
research mage at Los Alamos National Labs. You've had an
accident, but fortunately your uber sexy friend Priah is
a talented, powerful and well respected mage surgeon and
she's helping you." She said.

The memories that settled into place after she finished
speaking came in a rush. This was one of the bigger
changes Priah had made to reality, so it took her a moment
to sort through what was new. At only 27, Priah was extremely
young to be a mage surgeon, which involved getting an MD
and a doctorate in magic. In order to become one so young,
Priah had graduated from high school at just 15 before
blasting through college in two years. She had become a
Doctor of Magic at 19 and finished med school at just 21,
which had left her six years to develop a stellar professional
reputation. In the driveway outside, Priah's car turned from
a Toyota Camry to a BMW, and she knew her house was now quite
a bit larger and in a much nicer neighborhood. Her mind felt
different to. Finishing all that schooling so quickly had
taken a stellar intellect, and Priah felt like her mind had
been sticky and slow before. "I'm so smart now." She breathed
to herself. The pronouncement made her brain tingle and
gave her another set of memories in which she had been a
practicing mage surgeon since before her 20th birthday.

She looked down at Paul, who was still suckling intently
at a breast twice as big as his head. He was totally oblivious
to the fact that Priah had been taking some liberties in
healing his reality. Now that Priah had a better understanding
of magic, she saw that the signs were there, but he was just
too distracted to see them. With a few twitches of her fingers
she smoothed out the ripples in reality that might have offered
a clue that she had not always been the woman she was now.

She began slowly milking Paul's dick with her pussy, "I have
perfect control over the orgasms I cause." She said on a whim.
Now she wouldn't have to deal with premature ejaculation, she
could just hold men on the agonizing edge of orgasm. She picked
up the pace of her milking, enjoying the way that Paul's
arousal built and built but he was unable to cum. She giggled,
at his plight but refrained from taunting him as she wanted
to in order to avoid unintended changes to reality.

Remembering the doctor who had noticed her at the hospital,
she leaned down and whispered in his ear, "It's a good thing
I'm the one who stole Bel's power because people see exactly
what I want them to see when they look at me in the magical
spectrum. Even true sight can't get through. If I wanted to
look like a drab I could even though I'm the strongest
mage of my generation." She said. She felt her mana reserve
expand dramatically, though it still didn't match the power
which pooled in her breasts. She also now knew that she could
easily hide the power which dwelt within her huge jugs.

Deciding that she should pin down Paul's reality a little
better, she repeated the basic facts for him a few times.
The whole time she was stroking his dick with her inner
muscles and denying him the orgasm he desperately wanted.
When he finally got his fill, she released her hold on
him and let him cum inside her.

His dick slid out of her as she stood up and she cleaned
both of them off with a flicking gesture. Even powerful
mages usually avoided using magic for such trivial things
in order to conserve their mana, but Priah's own mana
supply could easily sustain it. The magical power of her
breasts meant she could have powered a city block for a
day or two without noticing it.

She hadn't noticed when she was a hedge, but there was a
lot more power in her breasts than their had been in Bel's.
Curious about the difference, she opened her third eye
and peered down at her chest. After a moment she realized
that the power she had stolen resonated with her better than
it ever had with Bel herself. *I guess I'm a better fertility
goddess than her.* She thought. *I wonder if it has to do with
that "alpha female" change I made.*


When Paul fought his way out of the daze Priah had left him
in, he found Priah in his office rapidly scrolling through
his research notes. "Priah?" He said, "T-that stuff is
classified."

She shot him a glance over her shoulder, "I won't tell if
you don't." She said with an impish grin.

Paul knew he should have fought back a little more, but
Priah had only put on her bra and panties and he was having
trouble thinking of much of anything besides her body.

"This is some pretty cool stuff. I've always been pretty
focused on the human mana system, but I've always wanted
to get into this sort of big energy stuff. It's kind of
hard to dabble in though." She said.

"Yeah, I can try to give you context on stuff if you want."
Paul said, his duty to protect the classified information
slipping from his mind.

"That sounds great!" Priah said with a warm smile that made
him feel like he had just won some prize.

Priah continued reading as she let loose with a series of rapid
fire questions that seemed unrelated to the content she was
scrolling through. Paul would have thought she was skimming
if the questions she asked were not so insightful. He hardly
felt like he could keep up with her despite the fact that they
were talking about his field and she had virtually no background
in it. She made him feel just as overwhelmed intellectually as
she did sexually.

When it seemed like Priah understood things as well as if she
had been studying them for a year instead of an evening, she
decided to call it quits, "Thanks for explaining that stuff
to me Paul. I guess I like to dabble in lots of things." She
said with a laugh.

*If that's what dabbling looks like, what is she like when
she's serious.* He though.

"Now, let's go to my place. I want to sleep in my own bed
tonight." Priah said.

"D-does that mean-" he started.

"Yes, you will be sleeping in my bed too." She cut him off.
"You think I would put you in the guest room after tonight?"
She giggled.

Paul felt overwhelming pride that a woman like Priah would
consider him worthy to share her bed. The glow of it didn't
fade even after she had lead him on the twenty minute drive
to her house.

=========================================================================

Ken Quinn sat on the edge of the examining table with his hand curled
lightly over the bandage wrapped around his torso. Pain had been his
constant companion since he was sliced by a cursed knife when things
turned ugly at the nightclub he had been at a month ago. He had been
out with his college friends, and things had gotten wild fast. At first,
he had thought he had gotten away with just a scratch, but the wound
had first refused to heal and then began to grow. Standard blessings
and counter spells had proved ineffective against the curse, and now
it had thoroughly worked its way into his mana system, adding a layer
of soul-deep pain that went beyond the purely physical.

The door to the room opened and a tall Indian woman stepped in.
She wore a lab coat and had a stethoscope slung over her neck, but
Ken focused on the clothes she was wearing beneath the standard
doctor's uniform. Her high waisted jeans clung to long curvy
legs like a second skin and the belt which cinched though the
top of the jeans emphasized the incredible narrowness of her waist.
Actually, that wasn't quite right. Her waist was narrow for a woman
her height, but it was her hips that were truly extraordinary in
their width. The light pink button down shirt she wore was fitted
to her incredible curves and tucked into her pants, pulling the
fabric tight over her breasts, though Ken suspected it would have
been tight regardless. Her boobs absolutely dominated the poor
shirt, and indeed the room. Each was twice as big as her head and
they stood out proudly from her chest with sagging under their
own weight at all. As she walked, they moved and jiggled in a
low key hypnotic motion with her. Ken felt as if they were exerting
a gravitational force on his mind, and an urge to display his
submission to the incredibly busty woman grew with every quake of
her overwhelming chest.

Priah noted with amusement that her newest patient completely enthralled
by her boobs. Even though it had been happening for days now, she still
loved the way her body turned everyone into helpless little lust puppets.
The exaggerated respect and deference she received as a matter of course
no longer felt quite so out of places, as it could hide behind the pretext
that it was because Priah was such a renowned mage surgeon. That was
actually a factor, but the main reason everyone was so unfailingly
submissive had more to do with the way Priah filled out her clothes than
her professional standing.

"Hi Ken, I'm doctor Nair." The woman said with a warm smile, jolting
Ken out of his shocked daze. Her voice was every bit as sexy as the rest
of her, and the sound of it jerked his gaze up to find its source. Her
face was breathtaking. She looked like a model, only Ken had never seen
a model who looked half as good as this doctor. Her dark eyes seemed to
naturally smolder. Her full lips looked like they would be the most amazing
thing in the world to kiss. Her perfectly formed nose managed to look regal
and cute all at once. Framing it all was the most amazing cascade of black
curls that Ken had ever seen in his life.

"H-hi." He said.

"I'm here to explain the process and answer any questions that
you might have." She said, then gesturing at his wound,
"Do you mind if I take a look?"

"Umm, yeah, sure. Should I take off the bandage?" He asked.

"No need." She said, tapping her forehead with a smile that
made Ken's heart skip a beat.

He realized that she must have opened her third eye. "Oh, r-right."
he said with a nervous laugh. Even though it had been a normal
conversation so far, the sexy doctor's proximity alone
was enough to make him thoroughly aroused. He hadn't had a
medical fetish before this, but he was sure that this doctor
would feature in his fantasies for years to come.

"There are actually two different routes you could choose
to go down." Priah said, closing her third eye once again. "The
first is a traditional surgery. I'll put you into a healing
stasis, and then cut the flesh around the wound off from your
mana system before disrupting the curse and planting a healing
charm. You'll be out the whole time and should be fully recovered
in about a week. The biggest danger is that the healing charm
fails to take root in the recently cursed flesh, in which case
your recovery could take much longer."

"And what's the second option?" He asked.

Dr. Nair smiled, "There is a ritual that should be able to dispel
the curse directly and heal you immediately. It's quite simple, I
can actually perform it right now if you want and you can remain
awake the whole time. It is based on some pretty old magic,
and it will feel fairly," she paused as if looking for the right
word, "intimate though." Her voice seemed to caress the word "intimate"
as she spoke, though Ken figured it was just the way she talked. Everything
she said sounded sexy.

"Intimate like how?" He asked. His mind had already been saturated
with sex before she brought up the potential of an intimate ritual,
but now his dick started straining in his pants. For the moment, his
pain had been entirely forgotten.

"During the ritual, you will suckle from me." She explained, then
after a pause, "I understand if you aren't comfortable with that."

"N-no. I-I'm comfortable." He stammered, eyes glued to her chest.
"I've just never heard of this before." He couldn't help but imagine
what it would be like seeing her huge brown breasts exposed, sinking
his face into her fragrant flesh.

"Well," she cleared her throat and a hint of color touched her cheeks,
"unfortunately, for the ritual to work, the caster must
be fairly busty." She explained, "Less than .01 percent of women
qualify, and even fewer of those are specialists in magical
healing. Fortunately, I'm qualified on both fronts."

"O-Oh." Ken stammered.

"You don't have to decide right now." Dr. Nair said. "I can give you a
few minutes to think about it or you could go home and give us a call
when you know what you've decided."

"N-no." Ken said, "C-can you do the second one. The-the ritual?" He said.

"Sure can." Dr. Nair gave him another one of her radiant smiles, "Now,
remember, if you ever get uncomfortable you can ask me to stop. This isn't
one of those rituals that needs to be completed once it is started. Let
me know when you are ready." She said.

"R-ready."

"Ok then." She said, as she reached up to begin unbuttoning her shirt.
It was tight enough that when she slipped a button through its hole,
the pink fabric seemed to jump apart. Ken watched in awe as first a
few inches, then a foot of light brown cleavage came into view. She
wasn't even halfway done, but she paused to pull her hair back behind
her shoulders in a motion that thrust her chest even further forward.
Ken's breath was coming in uncontrolled ragged bursts. He hardly
noticed the pain that his ragged breathing was causing in his wound.
Dr. Nair returned to unbuttoning and soon her black lacy bra was in
view. Her breasts seemed to shove her shirt aside as she continued
to work her way down, and by the time she was popping the last button
her shirt was bunched up against her arm pits and hidden from view by
the way her breasts flared out as they thrust forward.

Once the last of the buttons had been released, Priah untucked her shirt
and let it slide down off her shoulders. She took a few steps closer to
Ken, until her black lacy bra was just inches away from his face. This
close, Ken realized just how huge she really was. If she leaned forward,
a single one of her boobs would swallow up his face, folding around it
and enveloping it as her soft flesh drew him in. If Ken had developed an
instant doctor fetish the moment Priah walked in, he was now verging on
never being able to get off to anything else in the future.

Priah smiled down at the enraptured boy and reached back behind herself
to release her bra. As Ken watched, the sexy Indian doctor shrugged out
of her bra and let the massive cups slide down into her hands, revealing
the most perfect breasts he had ever seen in all their glory. Dark brown
nipples as thick as corks, though not quite as long, stood out from aureole
of a size with baseballs. Thoughts stopped forming in Ken's mind. He was
broken down to a system of impulses as she leaned forward and slid her
nipple in his mouth.

"Now, Ken, all I need you to do is drink." She said, and let down her milk.

Ken gulped as the first mouthful filled his mouth. It was the best thing
he had ever tasted. His whole world was confined to the thick nipple dominating
his tongue, the smother-than-silk warm flesh pressed against his face, and
his raging erection. After a few more swallows, the whole thing became too
much and his dick began to spasm in his pants, coating his underwear with
a thick layer of slimy cum. The milk kept coming, and Ken could do nothing
but gulp in an effort to keep up. Though he quickly ran out of seamen, his
dick continued to twitch and jerk as it tried to jettison ejaculate that was
no longer there.

Finally, Ken's stomach could hold no more and Dr. Nair stepped back. His
hand found his side where the wound had been, and could only feel smooth
skin. She glanced at the wound with what Ken assumed was her third eye
before smiling and saying, "You should be all set now."

"T-thank you." He stammered. The milk weighing him down felt like a stamp
of her ownership upon him, a sensation he found incredibly exciting.

Priah noticed the spreading stain at Ken's crotch, "You want me to take
care of that for you?" She asked.

Ken looked down and turned beet red, "Oh, s-sorry." He stammered.

Priah giggled, "Don't worry about it. It's to be expected." She snapped
her fingers and the mess disappeared.

"Is. Is it part of the ritual?" He asked.

"No." Priah replied, "But you are a man, and I'm well," She finished
hooking her bra in place and gestured to her body, "me."

=========================================================================

"Priah, it's for you!" Paul called. He had not slept in his house again
after Priah brought him home for the first time. He had decided to take
a leave of absence from the lab to aid his recovery, though the real
reason he had done so was so he could lean into being Priah's full time
servant and lover. Priah hadn't asked him to, but since suckling from
her for the first time, he had come to realize that his true calling in
life was serving her in whatever way he could.

"Coming!" Priah said before appearing a minute later in a pair of daisy
dukes and a thin white tank top. She was braless beneath her extremely
low cut top, so the darkness of her aureole was clearly visible through
the overstretched tank and her large nipples made very noticeable dents in
the thin fabric. On most women, it would have been a full length top, but
Priah's huge bust gobbled up so much of the fabric that her entire tight
tummy was on display, her belly button piercing winking in the light.

"Oh, hi Nancy!" Priah said, looking down at her short neighbor.

"Hi Priah." The brunette replied, staring up at Priah in awe, unable
to tear her eyes away from the Indian goddess towering over her.
As always when she saw her neighbor, Nancy Lee felt nearly uncontrollable
jealousy at the woman's curves and beauty. Her own A-cup breasts were
smaller than Priah's aureole alone. It was so unfair! Even as Priah's
body whipped up jealousy in her, the jealousy was overwhelmed and cowed.
Nancy knew that Priah was better than her in just about every way, and
the best she could do was to supplicate herself to the superior woman
in hopes for her approval. Nancy knew she would never approach Priah's
league. Service was the best she could do.

Priah looked down at Nancy and wondered what she was thinking. She loved
the way other women just submitted to her now, but she really wanted to
get inside their heads. "Do you have something for me?" She asked, gesturing
to the package Nancy had in her hands.

"You-you said you wanted a powergirl costume." Nancy said, "So, I made this
for you."

"Oh," Priah said, taking the costume, "Thanks Nanc!" When Nancy continued
to stand there, she asked, "Is there anything else?"

"N-no!" Nancy said, hating herself for how she groveled.

"Well, then. Let me know when you're done with my Zelda costume." Priah
replied, shutting the door.

Nancy stood there for a few minutes after Priah had closed the door in her
face. She hated how Priah had turned her into an unpaid seamstress when she
learned that Nancy sewed. She hated how Priah never gave her any credit when
her social media posts exploded as she posted pictures of herself in the
costumes that Nancy had slaved over. She hated the fact that she couldn't
get Priah's stupid sexy boobs out of her head. She knew that she was going
to go back to her house and get right to work on the Zelda costume. After
all, Priah deserved the best.


Once inside Priah went to her room and held up the costume next to her
while looking in the mirror. In the newest reality she was an online
cosplay sensation, but this was the first time she was really getting
to dress up. She could hardly wait. She hurriedly stripped off her
clothes and stepped into the white leotard, stretching the pliant
fabric around herself as she pulled it up. The neck hole was far to
small to get her hips through, even with the stretch of the fabric,
but fortunately the costume's chest window was plenty big enough.
Once she stretched the thin strip of fabric that would run above
her breasts over her head and snapped it into place, Priah turned
to regard herself in the mirror. She looked hot as hell. Priah had
always loved superheros, and she thought it was appropriate that
she would start with Power Girl. Looking at the way her breasts
strained against the edges of the massive boob window, she felt she
was uniquely qualified to dress up as the famously busty superhero.
*Even though I'm not blond, I definitely make the best powergirl.*
She thought to herself.

"Hey Paul," Priah called, sweeping down the stairs with her red cape
fluttering behind her, "What do you think?"

Paul looked up at the descending goddess and gasped. "You look
incredible." He said, the awe thick in his voice.

Priah turned to him and smiled, "Aww, thanks!"

Paul watched as her breasts bounced with each step down she took. She
was not wearing a bra beneath the costume, so her prominent nipples
formed dents that traced hypnotic patterns in the air with their every
jostle and shake. Her light brown flesh jiggled in the costume's massive
boob window, and Paul sank to his knees as he watched her descend, unable
to both stand and observe her perfection.

Priah came to a stop before him. "I guess you like it then." She said,
giggling at his kneeling posture.

"Y-your perfect." He said, looking up at her.

Priah laughed, "I know. Now, you want dinner from a supergirl?" She
asked.

"Ohgodyes." He replied.

She giggled, "I knew you would." She twitched her fingers and muttered
under her breath and Paul was lifted through the air by mystic forces.
It was an absurdly wasteful display of power, but Priah had so much mana
that she hardly noticed. He was placed gently in a kitchen chair as Priah
stalked after him with the gleam of a huntress in her eyes. Each step
brought a delicious swing to her fertile hips as her breasts swayed to
the opposite side in counterpoint. The fluid motion of her body ground
down Paul's mind until by the time she straddled him it was emptier than
even the most advanced masters of meditation could achieve.

Priah settled her weight on him and looked down with satisfaction. Not
too long ago she had been pining after Paul while he ignored her crush.
Now, he was completely overwhelmed by her sensuality. She reached up
and stretched the boob window out so that her breasts could burst fully
through.

Paul latched on, and she let down her milk, patting him on the back of
the head. "That's it." She cooed down to him. "Your name is Paul White.
You are a research mage at Los Alamos National Labs, and an extremely
gifted amateur photographer. You've had an accident, but your uber sexy
friend Priah is helping you." She said. She smiled as a new layer of
memories settled into place, accounting for the new hobby she had given
Paul.

"Don't you think I make the best Power Girl?" She asked, "I mean, obviously
I'm not a perfect ringer for her. For one thing, I'm way hotter." She giggled,
"Also, I have exponentially more power in my pinkie toe than she does in her
whole body." She bragged, knowing it would soon be true, "But I don't think I
should lose points for being way better than her at everything." She giggled,
"I mean, I'm way better than everyone at everything." She could already feel
the changes starting, but she didn't stop talking, "I would love to meet her.
She would see me and probably get so jealous, but then, just like that, she
would submit to me, because I'm the alpha. Everybody does." Her body was
tingling more intensely than it ever had before.

Priah's skin grew hard as diamon, then harder still. Her muscles took on
inhuman strength which rapidly ballooned until it became immeasurably
vast. She grew even more attractive, though she was already so sexy that
her words had not made as big a change there. Her mana reserves exploded
in size as her magical dexterity grow so precise that she neared 100%
efficiency in the use of her powers. Her mind expanded, then expanded
again.

Paul's tongue was forced down as Priah's nipple grew harder than anything
else in the universe. Her breast, which had been folded around his face,
pushed him back effortlessly to re-form its perfect teardrop shape. A
railgun could not have so much as momentarily dented one of Priah's
diamond hard breasts.

Reading his thoughts, Priah noticed Paul's discomfort at her transformation.
Annoyed, she devoted a fraction of a second to adjusting her powers and suddenly
her skin was just as soft and pliant as it had been before she gave herself
a supersized version of Power Girl's abilities. Her skin was still impossible
to break, but now it would give like an ordinary human's right up until the
moment of puncture, at which point it would stop cold.

For a moment Priah wondered if perhaps she was stretching reality too far.
Making herself more comely had been one thing, but after her latest change
to reality, she was no longer entirely human. She thought about it in a
perfunctory sort of way though, in the way that most people feel vaguely
guilty about dropping a plastic bottle in a trash bin when there is no
recycling in sight. It was a source of minor worry and guilt, but not something
she was about to get majorly worked up about.

She let Paul gulp from her inexhaustible bosom until he was full to bursting
before stepping off of him. She pulled her costume back over her chest and
smiled down at him. The way his head lolled in the aftermath of her feeding
made him look drugged. Priah decided to give him a few minutes to collect
himself before she had him take photos of her in the new costume, so she went
into her back yard to play around with her new powers.

With no real effort she floated up into the air and began swooping around in
rapid dives and whirls. Her neighbors knew she was a powerful mage, so they
would probably assume she was just being extremely wasteful with her mana
if they saw her. According to her new set of memories, Priah had been able
to conceal her superpowers by blaming her magic whenever she slipped up
in hiding them. She laughed and whooped in delight as she rocketed through
the air. Using her new abilities didn't feel at all like using magic, but
it still felt great.

After a few minutes she floated back inside and saw that Paul had recovered
a bit, "Get your camera. I have to show this costume off." She commanded.

Paul hastened to obey and a moment later followed Priah outside. She grinned
at him and posed with her hands on her hips as she floated a few feet above
the ground. His shutter began to click. After a moment she floated back down
to the ground and bent over to place her hands on her knees in a cheesecake
pose that used her elbows to press her breasts together so that her chest
bulged out of the keyhole of her costume.

Paul continued to snap photos as Priah went through a series of dramatic poses
designed to emphasize her curvaceous form and riff off of the superhero she
was dressed up as. She was incredibly photogenic and seemed to be as naturally
talented at displaying her fantastic body to best effect as she was at
everything else. As far as Paul knew, Priah was pretty much naturally
incredible at everything. He had no idea that her universal talents had
been created when she had declared that she was way better at everything
than everyone.

Eventually, Priah decided that Paul had gotten enough shots so she walked
over to him and asked to see what he had. They flicked through the stills
together and Priah gave Paul a few tips and pointers as they did so. Paul
was a really talented photographer, but they both knew that Priah was way
better. She was also an amazing teacher, and Paul's photography had improved
significantly just from talking to Priah.

"Why don't you get started on my dinner while I go post these," Priah said,
taking Paul's DSLR and heading over to her computer.

"Sounds good." Paul said, glad to be given another task to please Priah.

Priah rapidly selected the best photos, and after some light editing, posted
them to her social media accounts. "They should totally cast me as Power Girl,
lol." She captioned album.

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"Hey Paul, I've got some exciting news!" Priah said, as he came through the
door carrying a box of magical components.

"What is it?" He asked.

She snapped her fingers and pointed to the center of her living room, which
was oddly devoid of furniture. Paul walked over and set the box down. "Apparently,
people took a joke I made about being cast as Power Girl really seriously.
#PowerPriah is the most popular tag on social right now, and I just got a call
from a director asking if I would be willing to play Power Girl. Isn't that great?"

"What about your medical practice?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm not to worried about it. I can multitask pretty well." Priah said airily.
She bent over and opened up the box in a pose that pointed her perfect ass
right at Paul. She began rapidly marking up the floor with the chalk he had
brought and placing various ingredients and devices in the gaps between her
chalk marks. Paul wondered what she was doing. It was obvious that the ritual
she was preparing had to do with reality magic, but despite the fact that Paul
specialized in reality magic, he couldn't understand it. Normally it would have
been a snap for him, but Priah's presence was making his mind all fuzzy.

"That's true." He said. She was after all, the best multitasker in the world.

"But, you do have a point." She said, "It will be a lot, doing two jobs and
healing your reality."

"Oh, s-sorry." Paul said, feeling intense shame at the realization that he
was inconveniencing Priah.

"Oh, don't worry about it." She smiled, "I decided that I should fix your
little reality issue once and for all."

"T-that's-" Paul started to say that it was impossible, but then he remembered
who he was dealing with. If Priah said she had found a solution, she had found
a solution.

"-amazing! I know." Priah giggled and clapped her hands in girlish delight. The
motion set her huge breasts to jiggling in the tight green halter top she wore,
and Paul's eyes were drawn down as if by crushing gravity. Priah smirked at how
enthralled Paul was by her body, he clearly had no idea what she was about to
do to him, even though he had watched her set up.

"Now, this ritual is going to be just like one of our regular feedings" She
said, "only with a little extra."

"Ok." Paul tried to push through the fuzzyness to figure out what exactly
the ritual would do, but his thoughts were interupted when Priah snapped
her fingers and pointed to the center of the intricate spell circle she had
drawn.

"Kneel." She commanded. Paul knelt.

"Good boy!" She said with a predatory smile. She wiggled her fingers and
Paul's clothes were torn off of him. "Now, you don't have to do anything
but look at me baby." She cooed, slowly bending forward to slide her
shorts down her long sensual legs. The motion made her breasts hang down
beneath her like massive udders, and her slow shimmy to get her shorts over
her wide hips set them jiggling back and forth in hypnotic waves.

After her shorts dropped to the ground she strutted towards him slowly,
sliding her hands up the front of her thighs and over her belly until
they reached the hem of her top. She curled her fingers under the
thin cloth and slowly pulled the top up over her head, letting
her divine breasts bounce free as her ebony ringlets fell down around
her head and shoulders. "As I was thinking about how to deal with your
condition, I realized that it's amazing how close you got. The hard part
of creating a reality bending spell is knocking reality loose enough
that you can play with it." She said as she walked over to stand over
him.

She lowered herself gracefully on top of him, letting his cock slide into
her warm, wet pussy, letting out a soft moan as it did. "But loosening up
reality isn't enough. You also need to control it, which is where I come in,"
She giggled, "Or rather, where my boobs come in." She slid one of her engorged
nipples into his mouth, "Which you love, don't you?" She let down her milk,
"Everybody loves being controlled by my sexy sexy tits." She giggled as reality
fell in line with her words.

"The truth is, you've already succeeded in your research objective. The
only problem is that the spell is in two parts. The unstable reality field
is centered around you, but the control is with me. Wouldn't it be so much
simpler," she asked as Paul desperately gulped down the creamy milk that was
gushing into his mouth, "if there was just one piece of the spell?"

It all made sense to Paul, he realized that with just a few minor modifications
his spell would work. Priah was going to transfer the control to him! His
greatest ambition would be fulfilled! He would get the Nobel in Magic for sure!
Priah shifted her hips above his, and they felt bigger than they had before.
"It's so annoying that every time I want to change reality, I have to let you
suck on my boobs." Priah said. Wait, Paul thought, had Priah been changing
reality? How could that be? She had always been so beautiful, smart, and
dominant. Why would she want to change that?

Priah flexed her inner muscles, rippling them along Paul's shaft. He noticed
that he no longer had to bend down in order to reach her nipple. "Don't you
wish that it was even easier for me to dominate reality?" She asked.

Even in his lust addled state, Paul could no longer deny that he was shrinking.
He began to panic, fear warring with lust as her body gobbled his up. Priah pressed
his face into her warm flesh and her breast surged forward, almost seeming to gobble
him up. Despite the fact that his ears were both totally covered in fragrant brown
flesh, Paul could breath fine. "If you were a part of me, it would be. I've seen
you looking at my boobs Paul. You wish you could be a part of them." She purred
down at him with a malicious note in her voice.

Priah's thighs seemed to swallow his thin legs up as she ground them together.
His dick slipped out of her, as he grew too short to both suckle and penetrate
at the same time. Her breast closed around his head entirely, and Paul felt
like he was getting sucked in. "Imagine my sexy boobs being able to control
reality as easily as they control people." Priah said, as Paul's arms were clamped
to his arms by the inevitable tide of breast flesh. He didn't even struggle as
it pulled him in up to his waist, and then knees. When Priah's brown flesh
finally closed over his feet, he began to thrash, but he could hardly move.
He could already feel himself begin to dissolve. A few moments later, his
last thoughts were swallowed up.

Priah stood up and cupped her breasts as they shrank back down to normal size.
"Serves him right for practically sacrificing me to a demon." She said.

To test her new powers she said "I have violet eyes." A minuscule amount of
milk disappeared from within her breasts, only to be instantly replaced.
Her eyes tingled a little and a new layer of memories settled into place.
Her spell had worked.

"In the next several months, all labs researching reality magic will conclude
that reality altering is impossible. They will spend the next ten years
coming up with a bogus theory about why it is impossible, which will convince
everyone else in the world of its truth. After that they will give up their
research." Priah said. This time quite a bit more milk was consumed, though
it was still not that much, only a mouthful or two. Priah smiled, she was
in sole possession of reality altering magic and intend to keep it that
way. She had plenty of time to play with it.
