
Fred's only physical sense was touch, which was pretty ironic
for a mage specializing in sensory magic. For everything else,
he had to rely on spells, but with his sense of touch he was
constantly feeling the weight of his owner's enormous breasts
pressing into him, straining his thin fabric, wearing on his
underwire, stretching his straps. He could feel himself sway
as she walked, could feel her silky skin pressing against his
whole body, stretching it out with her overwhelming abundance.
The air around them was hot this deep in the earth, so he could
feel her sweat soaking into him, permeating and penetrating his
being. His eternal physique prevented any damage from accruing,
or he would have long since worn out under the strain of her
domineering bosom. It made her sweat disappear as well, which
she had told him was part of what made him so comfortable.
Fred was proud of that.

As enjoyable as it was to relax and just focus on the sensation
of Elizabeth's body pressing into his. He had a job to do. She
was currently walking back from the deepest levels of the
mana vents half a dozen miles from Hallsgrove, or as they were
more commonly known, the dungeon. Mana seeped up from the core
of the earth through mana vents, becoming fuel for magic once
it permeated the atmosphere, but before it spread out in the
atmosphere it created a chaotic and dangerous environment.
The raw magic formed an ever-shifting set of caves and tunnels
beneath the earth where it gave rise to all sorts of manifestations.
Manifestations could be as benign as mana crystal, a solid source
of magic power used to fuel golems and other constructs, or they
could be more sinister. The mana vents or dungeons of the world
were filled with all manner of monster who could not survive without
the high ambient magic levels of the vents. Along with the shifting
terrain, they made up the great part of the danger to be found
in dungeons.

Adventurers regularly delved into the dungeons to harvest mana
crystals and other ingredients to feed the ever-hungry demand
of the magical crafts industry. For the most part, they stuck
to the surface layers, but more organized groups sometimes
delved down into the middle layers. Only a very few people dared
to go all the way down into the depths. Elizabeth had been
navigating the depths of the dungeon for the last two weeks,
collecting ingredients for her latest project: building a
cosmic vessel that could take her beyond earth's increasingly
confining borders. Though she had intentionally kept a low
profile, Elizabeth was by far the most powerful existence on
the planet, what with her first circle already being as
powerful as an archmage, and her next eight circles doubling
in power in comparison with the previous one. If she wanted to
keep exploring magic and growing in power, she would need to
leave earth behind sooner or later.

As Elizabeth walked, Fred extended his senses around them.
While his only physical sense was touch, when it came to magical
senses, the sapient bra was oversupplied. His natural psychic mind
sense alerted him to any thinking beings in the area, and his time
affinity gave him an intuition about the immediate future that
could provide a vital warning about danger. Of course, his owner
had the same affinities as him and was far more accomplished in
her use of both, so she had the same advantages. In order to be
helpful to her, he rounded out his repertoire with spells. His
particular specialty was conjuring and managing a large swarm
of magical sensors through which he could see and hear.

Nearly invisible, his sensors spread out through the tunnels
around Elizabeth in an invisible swarm, identifying monsters
and dangers as well as looking for any ingredients that could
be useful to Fred's owner. Some of his sensors were specialized
in peering through time and could scan back over the last few
minutes or hours to replay the scene that had left tracks or
markings. Others would self-destruct to create a burst of
invisibility purging magic that left his own sensors untouched.
Mark continually monitored his swarm, notifying Elizabeth if
there were any dangers ahead or treasures that seemed worth
snatching up.

In the lower reaches of the middle levels, there weren't many
treasures worth grabbing, though he continued to flag mana
crystals for Elizabeth to dispatch her mining force constructs
to. She would never say no to more mana crystals. The monsters
were never enough for her to divert her path. Any stupid enough
to fight were quickly taken down in a burst of tightly focused
battle magic.

Fred continued scouting as Elizabeth moved up through the
winding tunnels. She occasionally checked a compass she
had built to help navigate through the shifting caverns,
and picked up speed as she got higher and the surroundings
became safer. There wasn't really anything that could challenge
her, even in the depths, but there were some things that were
too annoying to bother with. By midway through the middle
layers, that was no longer true and she could begin running.
Flying would have been faster and quieter, but she enjoyed
making use of her enhanced body. Fred was jostled around
by the motion, despite the tight leather armor Elizabeth wore
over him.

When they reached the top of the middle layers and were
about to enter the more populated top layers, Fred noticed
a group of heavily armed men lying in wait in a tunnel up
ahead. He forward the sensor data to Elizabeth through their
mental link, *anti-magic bullets* he noted, highlighting the
distinctive mana signature surrounding the magazines in
pouches on their chests.

*Well, today's gonna be a bad day for them, and a good one for
everyone else,* Elizabeth replied. Most adventurers who went
into the dungeon just harvested resources and returned to the
surface, but dungeons were dangerous and lawless places. It
was not uncommon for people to enter with the intention of
stealing the resources others had gathered. As long as they
left no witnesses or wore effective disguises, there was
little chance of facing consequences.

*Maybe you should keep them alive,* Fred said.

*Oh?*

*You gave up on that project because you didn't have any subjects
right? Well, now here are some volunteers.*

She mentally chuckled, *you really want to see me finish that project
don't you?*

Fred did the mental equivalent of shiftily looking back and forth,
*Quickly! What if they get away!*

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and casually walked forward. She had
cast a darkvision spell on herself, so the bandits lying in wait
weren't tipped off by a headlamp moving towards them. They had
a network of detection wards up, but Elizabeth picked them apart
and stitched them back together as she passed. Doing so was many
times harder than setting up the wards in the first place, especially
at the pace she was moving, and it wasn't really needed given
that she was looking for a fight anyway, but it was the principle
of the thing. She was almost on top of them, when she reluctantly
left a ward in place and deliberately tripped it. If she didn't,
she might have strolled right past them in the dark.

Dazzling floodlights suddenly turned on. Less sophisticated darkvision
spells would have amplified the light and blinded anyone using them.
Elizabeth's instead compensated for the sudden brightness so she
didn't even need to squint. "Hi fellas," she gave them a casual wave.

The bandits were startled to realize that their prey was so close
when they turned on their floodlights. A tall woman in tight-fitting
leather armor stood ten feet away from them. Her face was the kind that
caused severe decision making impairment among men young and old. Even
in the harsh floodlights, her pale skin seemed to glow with health.
Large hazel eyes looked back at them with amusement, seemingly unbothered
by the array of high powered LEDs pointed her way. Her hair was drawn
back into a thick braid, and big hoop earrings dangled from her ears.
Most attention grabbing of all though was her body. She possessed the
kind of curves one typically only saw on succubi, and even most lust
demons would probably feel inadequate standing next to her. A narrow
waist contrasted with wide hips and thick thighs that seemed ready
to burst free of her tight magically reinforced leather pants. Breasts
the size of watermelons thrust forward against the quarter-inch thick
panel on the front of her armor.

"Hand over your findings and we'll let you go on your way," one of
the bandits said from behind his mask, pointing his assault rifle
at Elizabeth. Something about her was making him nervous, so he
switched his rifle from burst to automatic.

"Hmmmm, let me think..." Elizabeth put an perfectly manicured finger
on her chin and cocked a hip, tilting her head to the side in an
exaggerated thinking posture, "...nah." Her hoop earrings suddenly
activated, turning into a pair of little portals. Tiny flying
demons the size of rats exploded out of the portals in a continual
stream, fifty exiting each of the openings every second. Their hairless
skin looked like a chemical spill, bright colors mixed together
in a pattern that spoke of chaos and corruption. The number of their
insect-like wings differed from individual to individual, but the usual number was
four. Tentacles and needle like appendages dangled below their body
limply as they flew.

The bandits opened fire immediately. Anti-magic bullets slamming into
Elizabeth in continual streams. Sparks flew, but Elizabeth remained
calm behind a shield that remained unblemished despite the incoming
fire. She was glad she had included reactive hearing protection in
her earrings. She didn't have to worry about tinnitus because of her
eternal physique, but it was still nice to avoid the cacophony.

The demon swarm reached the bandits in a little over a second and
dozens of demons had attached themselves to Elizabeth's attackers
using tentacles while holding their needle-like appendages right
above the bandit's skin. The demons had ripped off their masks
and every one of the bandit's eyeballs now had demonic needles
hovering centimeters from the surface. It made it easy for them
to see the tiny drops of poison beading at the tips. Their
bodies were locked in place by the shockingly strong tentacles
that wrapped around each of their limbs. They couldn't even
release their grips on the triggers, and the shooting only
stopped when they reached the end of their mags.

Elizabeth smiled at them.

"H-how?" one of the bandits managed. Their anti-magic bullets had
been useless.

"Oh, haven't you heard? Anti-magic doesn't work in the face of overwhelming
power," Elizabeth chuckled. Anti-magic bullets consisted of a lead core, a
shell of anti-magic material, and a full metal jacket. The anti-magic material
would react with magic of any kind that it came in contact with, canceling it
out, so it would cut through any magical shields or armor that the bullets
encountered, allowing the core to impact the target. Of course, this only
applied if the shield or armor in question didn't have enough power to fully
react with the anti-magic material without breaking. It was why anti-magic
armaments stopped being effective at the highest levels of combat. It would
take a rocket-launcher or artillery shell sized projectile to get through
an archmage's shields, and even ninth circle mages were generally able to
ignore anti-magic small arms fire. Elizabeth could shrug off an anti-magic
glide bomb without a crack in her shield.

"Now, I've been meaning to do an experiment, but I haven't had any subjects
I'm willing to try it on. For wastes of space like you, I can do some science
to my heart's content!" She gave them a sinister grin. She could feel the panic
building in them, but she didn't care. People like them were truly the scum
of the earth. She took a small glass jar out of her storage ring, "now
obediently go in the specimen jar." She gave a mental command and the demons
ripped their equipment off of them. She unscrewed the top of the jar and
pointed it at them. They shrank and flew into the jar, and before they knew
it she had screwed the top back on. As the top closed, they could feel
heavy duty wards clamp down on their cores, cutting them off from their
magic. Gravity remained the same no matter how Elizabeth turned the
jar, keeping their feet firmly planted on the bottom.

"You guys won't do so well in my storage ring and I don't really have pockets,
so today's your lucky day," she unzipped the heavy duty zipper on the front her
her armor and pulled out the front of the tank top she wore beneath it. "Most
guys would probably die of jealously if they saw where you're getting to stay,"
she chuckled. The bandits looked down at the vast expanse of cleavage they
were dangling over. They were immediately enthralled, unable to look away from
the dark crevasse waiting to swallow them up. Their minds went fuzzy at the
hypnotic sight and they could only stare helplessly as she lowered them
closer and closer. The jar reached her cleavage and she shoved them down
in between her breasts before letting her tank top snap back over them
with finality. Her enormous bosom surrounded them, swallowing them in the
warm dark.

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There were no further incidents as Elizabeth moved through the upper layers of
the dungeon. Once she got far enough out of the chaotic magic zone for long
range teleportation to be safe, she teleported back to her house. She'd been
able to make a lot of money by churning out high quality alchemal elixirs
with one of her clones and selling things she found in the dungeon that
she didn't need herself, so she'd been able to buy a place near campus outright.
The house had been normal enough when she moved in, but now it was little more
than an anchor point for the pocket dimension she had created. About an eighth
of the pocket dimension was given over to a luxurious living area the size of
a palace, while much of the rest was occupied by greenhouses containing various
magical plants. Magical labs occupied the remainder of the space. Tending it all
was a small army of elegantly crafted golems designed for efficiency. When
Elizabeth was in residence, she directly powered the whole host of them, and
when she was away they ran on mana crystals.

After entering the pocket dimension, she went to her bedroom and changed out
of her armor, tossing it to a domestic golem for storage and maintenance.
Moving to her bathroom, she peeled off her leggings, tank top and underwear,
setting the sample jar on the counter. She paid the shrunken bandits no heed
as they goggled at her massive nude form looming over them, as if by being
shrunken down to a few centimeters tall, they were no longer fully human.
Just as she would have no modesty in front of a cat or a dog, she had no
regard for their gaze. As inconsequential as it was to Elizabeth, to the
bandits, the sight of their captor's naked form looming above them could
not have been more impactful.

Every inch of her skin was flawless, and the curves which had so shocked
them when she first appeared were all the more impressive now that she
stood naked. The light glinted off piercings set in her nipples and navel.
Her breasts hovered above them like giant zeppelins, projecting out from
her chest proudly, almost impossibly perky given their size. Her ass,
when she turned around to enter the shower, was swollen with muscle,
clearly not just a bulge of fat though it did possess a layer of padding.
Her thighs looked similarly powerful below a layer of feminine padding.

They watched with rapt attention as she washed herself, unable to muster
the willpower to do anything but stare at the enormous silhouette as it
moved behind the frosted glass. Elizabeth wasn't actually as uncaring
about them as she pretended to be. She was monitoring their mental
states the whole time, and secretly delighting in how the rough men
were so easily reduced to awe at the sight of her looming above them.
It didn't take much to cement the sense of awe they felt at her overwhelming
power and incredible size, preventing them from ever getting used to
it and instilling herself as a semi-divine figure in their overwhelmed
little minds. Their fear at their circumstances was blended with a
healthy dose of lust, which she happily stoked to keep them unbalanced.
It would make them easier to control going forward.

She finished up her shower and stepped out. She didn't really need to
wash herself off since her eternal physique kept her perpetually clean,
but she found it relaxing to shower after an excursion. With a flex of
her time affinity, she dried off in a second. There were loads more
efficient ways to do the same thing, but Elizabeth liked playing with
time. She cast a quick telekinesis spell to pull Fred up off the floor
where she had discarded him and once again fit him over her heavy breasts.
Hooking him behind her back, she picked up the sample jar and walked
back into her bedroom. A golem would clean up the clothes she left on
the floor.

She put on some fresh panties, some yoga pants and a cropped t-shirt that
struggled to contain her bosom, then walked down to her library. Once
in the library, she put down the sample jar and created a clone, dismissing
the one that had been about to go shopping for some magical lumber.
Elizabeth and her clone became blurs of motion as they moved around the
library. She had accelerated time around their bodies so they could do
research faster. Normally time acceleration had to be done in a single
contained room and at enormous expense. Doubling the time flow in a small
room for an hour would drain the mana reserves of an archmage completely.
The few facilities that did exist were mostly for research purposes and
ran on crystallized mana. Elizabeth's time affinity meant that she could
feel out the boundary between a zone she wanted to accelerate and the
rest of the timestream, so she didn't need to remain confined to a specific
room. By restricting the zone she was accelerating to just her own body and
the items she interacted with, she could save mana significantly, and
given her huge mana reserves she could afford to do it for a long time.

She had started developing the technique shortly after she returned from
the pool of eternity, and it, in addition to her ability to occupy
multiple clones simultaneously, was a big part of how she had grown so
skilled so fast. At first, she could just double or triple her speed
for a little while, but once she had started awakening higher tier
circles, she had been able to crank things way up. Now she could comfortably
maintain a 500x timeflow, and could manage a lot more than that in bursts.

Elizabeth had realized the potential for her current project sometime
between awakening her second circle and her third. She'd been annoyed that
her first circle was so much weaker in comparison with her second circle.
Her mana flowed from her own circles more smoothly than the mana reserves
of the four prodigies she had absorbed into her breasts, and the imbalance
between her first and second circles added its own irregularities to
her mana draw. To solve the issue, she had spent a long time trying to figure
out how to make the mana of the four prodigies truly her own, and after
much effort had finally figured out how to fully incorporate their mana
cores into her own, claiming their power completely. In the process, she
had realized that by mentally suppressing them so completely for so long,
she her mind had been occupying their mental territory for long enough
to begin making use of it. Elizabeth had always been smart, but her
intellect had experienced a step change improvement after she absorbed the
four malicious prodigies, and once she noticed the way she was making use
of their mental territory for her own thoughts, she understood why.
When she claimed their mana for her own, she had discovered a way to
permanently cleave the underlying mental territory away from them.
Now, they were nothing more than dim specs of will, unable to form
thoughts, frozen forever.

When Elizabeth had absorbed the four prodigies into her breasts,
the ritual had transformed her bosom into a physical substraight
for the absorbed mages. Essentially, her breasts had become their
bodies. When she claimed their mana and mental territory from them,
there was no longer enough of them left to occupy her breasts. They
each became so infinitesimally small that even a million of them
put together would not fill up one of her cells. Normally, her breasts
would have reverted or ordinary breast flesh, but her body was frozen
in time, so her heavy bust retained the special properties that had
allowed it to play host to mind and magic. In a sense, her bosom
had become virgin territory.

Fred had actually been the first to point this out to Elizabeth, and
once he did, she realized that there was the potential for her to
absorb more people into her breasts. She had pretty quickly discarded
the line of questioning. She didn't want to become some sort of dark
mage who devoured people for power. Fred had brought it up a few more
times after that, but dropped the issue when Elizabeth didn't seem
interested. That had changed after he gave up on being human and committed
to being Elizabeth's bra for the rest of his existence.

Fred had become a new man once he fully accepted his new life. He had
changed his whole approach to magic. Previously, he had been somewhat
unfocused, though he had diligently cultivated his affinities. After
his rededication to life as Elizabeth's bra, he committed himself to
to specializing in sensory magic to serve as an early warning system
for Elizabeth. He would never be able to compare with her in terms
of raw power, so he chose a sub-field of magic that had low power
requirements and fit well with his affinities. His situation synergized
well with sensory magic. Normally sensory mages struggled with loosing
track of the senses of their real bodies, making them a liability to
themselves when working alone. They typically needed a dedicated protector
when using their magic on the move. Fred didn't need to worry about that
when he was always safely housed beneath Elizabeth's armor.

He had changed in more ways than just his magical specialization. For
one thing he had stopped making any effort to hide his thoughts from
Elizabeth, who he rapidly came to regard as his owner. He delighted
in her power and beauty, and he continually made the image of her as a
goddess of magic that had had developed transparent to Elizabeth
through their mental connection. He was relentless on her side when
it came to everything. In any dispute, no matter how petty, or how
in the wrong Elizabeth might have been, he was 110% on her side.
If she cut someone off in traffic, he would immediately cuss them
out mentally for being in her way. If someone bid against her at
an auction for rare magical ingredients, he would mentally glower.
Elizabeth often found that Fred nursed a grudge against someone who
had annoyed her long after she had forgotten about it. Elizabeth
herself was much more easygoing than her attack dog of a bra had
become.

He was also continually trying to think up ways for Elizabeth to
become more powerful. She was already the strongest mage on earth,
but he didn't think she should be content with that. Any scrap of
knowledge or item of power that could be useful to his owner,
Fred thought rightfully belonged to her. It was probably for this
reason that he had been bringing up absorbing people into her breasts
to steal their power quite regularly since his recommitment to
becoming Elizabeth's possession. When he mentally cursed people
out, *you waste of space, you'd be better of in Mistress's breasts!*
was one of his favorite curses. Elizabeth would just chuckle at
all the over the top things he said, but his campaign to get her to
reconsider the project wasn't confined just to the curses he
shared with Elizabeth through their link. He'd also tried logical
argument to get her to see that if she was gonna kill someone anyway,
she should at least get some use out of them. Elizabeth had remained
hesitant at first, but the longer it went on the more and more she
felt like she was clinging to a position that didn't make sense just
out of some sort of residual attachment to the rules. The image
Fred had of her as a sexy, dominant, and above all powerful archwitch,
was undeniably appealing. She wasn't going to just grab people to
devour their power, but she had decided recently that if someone
did something she thought was worth killing them over, she would
experiment with it. Fred had been ecstatic.

She continued her research for the rest of the day and through the night
, which worked out two about two years under the effects of her time
acceleration. She remained focused the entire time, her high circle
witch's mind able to focus for long stretches at a time, and her
eternal body having no need to eat. She did have to occasionally take
naps, but her body wanted to be in a state of refreshed wakefulness so
she had to sleep less than an ordinary person. She continued halfway
through the next day, and finally stopped in the evening. She had
a plan, but it would take some experimentation to get working.

Before she moved to the lab, she order her golems to bring her a large
meal. She hadn't eaten in what felt like two years, and though she
didn't need to, she missed it. She took her time savoring the meal
before she once more got to work. She grabbed the sample jar, noting
that the body stasis enchantments were holding and her prisoners did
not seem to be hungry or thirsty, then made her way to her jewelry
enchanting shop. She dispatched her clone on the lumber buying errand
she had interrupted since this was not something she could really do
simultaneously, and set to work crafting a pair of nipple piercings.
The first through eleventh pair didn't pass the rigorous tests she
put them through, but the twelfth met her expectations. With a
satisfied smile, she tugged off her t-shirt and unhooked Fred,
tossing him on the workbench in front of her. She removed the
piercings she was currently wearing. They were also enchanted,
but just with some common combat want enchantments. She had liked
the idea of enchanting her piercings ever since some specially
prepared ones helped save her from the four prodigies, but had
never been able to settle one enchantments for her nipple piercings
that she really felt fit. Starting today, that would change.

With the new piercings in place, she put Fred back on, then opened
the sample jar and plucked on of the bandits out with telekinesis.
She pulled out one of Fred's cups and dropped the bandit in.
Immediately, the nipple piercing on the breast he was pressed up
against began to glow and the bandit took on a similar glow.
Unlike the original ritual, it was a slow process. The speed was
partially a concession to the fact that Elizabeth had been forced
to make lots of modifications to the magic, and partially due
to wanting to get maximum efficiency out of the process. If she
really cared, she could always speed up time around her boobs.

As soon as the magic activated, Fred pounced. The most important
thing for making the absolution work smoothly, was getting the mind
of the victim to resonate with the mental substraight in Elizabeth's
breasts. The enchantments in the piercings she had made would automatically
perform the alignment, but to eke out the last few percentage points of
efficiency, it would require continual manual intervention. Fred had
decided that in addition to his job as a scouting minion, he would
dedicate himself to ensuring Elizabeth's absorbtions were as smooth
as possible. All he wanted was to be helpful.

It was going to take a while, so Elizabeth put the remaining bandits
back between her breasts and put her t-shirt back on. The light
still shone through her shirt, which was somewhat annoying. For the
moment, she just cast an illusion to mask it, but she was definitely
going to fix that for version two.

It was the middle of the night, and she wasn't all that tired,
so she decided to watch some TV and relax for a bit. She lay on
the couch in her home theater, binging a show for the rest of
the night. She didn't watch that much TV, but when she did she
tended to go all out. Every so often, golems would come in to
replenish her supply of continually dwindling junk food. Elizabeth
loved the fact that no matter how much she ate, her ultra fit
body would never soften or sag. She ran a finger over the faint
indents of her abs as she tossed aside her third family sized
package of oreos. Fred was mostly occupied by his task, but
she could tell that it excited him that she was able to indulge
like this without any consequences. Anything she did that would
make other people jealous filled him with delight. Fortunately
for Fred, Elizabeth was a jealously generating machine.

She took a brief nap right before dawn and woke with the sun,
fully refreshed. The bandit was fully absorbed. It had gone
almost perfectly. Aside from the light issue, she was entirely
satisfied. She went back to her jewelry workshop and made a final
pair of piercings that would be a little subtler, then put them
on and withdrew the sample jar. She pulled the remaining bandits
out and a dozen shrunken men were distributed evenly between her
breasts. Her nipple piercings took hold of them, locking their
magic and applying bodily stasis so they would remain alive for
as long as they spent trapped inside Fred's massive cups.

The piercing on breast that had yet to absorb anyone activated fully,
beginning the absorption process. The breast that already contained
a mind remained inert. Elizabeth had set things up so the process
would not start until she had fully "digested" a victim. Having an
entire breast to themselves would ensure maximum efficiency.

She pulled her shirt back on and strutted out of her workshop. She
had a ship to build, and with her multitasking abilities she could
digest while she worked. It would mean one less clone while she
digested the bandits, but that was a worthwhile tradeoff in her book.
The power she would be getting was nice, but it was the boost to
her intelligence that she was really looking forward.

Swaying along with her steps, Fred was delighted. All he wanted to
be was helpful, and now he had a way to do so.
