
I walked over and opened a little gap in the Venetian blinds
to peer out at the grubby street outside my office door for the
third time before noon. It had been a slow couple of weeks and
I was getting anxious about paying the rent. My sign on the
street read "Bruce Clay. Wizard for hire. Curses lifted. Ghosts
exercised. Demons sealed." I hadn't actually sealed any demons
yet, but provided they weren't too powerful I was willing to try.
So far the sign had not been bringing in as many customers as I
had hoped.

I was getting up to pour myself a third cup of coffee when I felt
the doorbell spell I had placed when I moved in tug at the back of
my mind. A few moments later a towering redhead strutted into my
office. She had to be seven feet tall in the aggressive black platform
stilettos she wore. It wasn't just her height that made this woman
imposing. She was extremely curvaceous, her hips filling the doorway
when she strode into my office and breasts the size of watermelons
bouncing in front of her as she walked. She wore a sleeveless violet
dress with a high neckline and a hem cut high enough that I was likely
to catch a glimpse of her panties if it rode up any further. It clung
to her body like a second skin, and any modesty afforded by the high
neckline was undermined by the cork-sized dents in the fabric from
her obviously braless breasts. Despite their lack of support, her teardrop
shaped assets jutted rather than sagged. As incredible as her body was,
her face was just as over-the-top in its raw sex appeal. Large green
eyes seemed to glow. Sultry lips were full of the dark promise of
ecstasy. Her bone structure and skin had the kind of flawless
perfection and total symmetry that only magic could bring. I
was rock hard by the time she sat down in front of me, swallowing
my chair with that massive ass of hers.

"You lift curses?" she asked.

"Ahem- umm- yes, yes I do."

"Good. I'd like you to lift one from me."

"What, umm, what seems to be the problem miss..." I could sense some dark magic hanging
around her like a cloud, but it was hard to get a read on it.

"Fiona Bar," she crossed her legs and I caught a flash of pink. Her ass was so big that
her lap was nearly level with my desktop which made it easy to see her lacy pink panties
for a brief moment as she shifted. "It started when I bought an old corset at an
estate sale."

"Do you have the corset with you?"

"Well, the corset is destroyed, but it's definitely what started all this. I haven't
always looked the way I do now. For most of my life I looked like this," she leaned
over and held out a phone to me, showing me a picture of a chubby auburn haired girl.
If I really worked at it, I could vaguely make out how the two women's faces had
some of the same underlying structure, but it was a stretch. Certainly their bodies
looked nothing alike. "Anyway, that started to change when I tried on the corset.
At first, I was really happy with it. It made my boobs look amazing. Like a good
pushup bra can add a couple of cup sizes, but this was something else. I used to
wear a 36C-cup, but when I put on that corset it was like all the fat at my waist
moved up and I looked like the kind of girl who struggled to find bras off the shelf.
It was awesome at first, but then after I got over my amazement after a few hours
and tried to take the corset off, I found that I couldn't."

I nodded, "that's very typical with cursed items."

She nodded, "I figured it was cursed, but somehow that didn't bother me."

"Again, pretty typical for them to influence the mind of the user."

"Anyway, I had to wear it to work the next day and was mostly able to keep it
under wraps with a baggy sweatshirt. I found when I showered with it on it
dried off faster than the rest of me. Also, despite the way it was clamping down
on my gut it felt really comfortable. It was very weird, but I started to notice
the way guys on the street were reacting to me and it was, well it was nice.
I know I wasn't the best looking girl before all this, and being noticed that
way was nice. Somehow I didn't even mind the catcalls, probably more mental
influence."

She pulled her hair back behind her shoulders, "I had still been keeping my boobs
covered up when I went out of the apartment, but then I went to a party with some
work people that weekend and I decided to let lose a little. It wasn't much, but
I chose a top that would show like an inch of cleavage and try not to make it
too obvious that I was wearing a corset. I definitely noticed a difference in the
way people were treating me, especially this one saleman, Jake, who I had been
low-key crushing on since I joined the company. Anyway, one thing lead to another
and when the party wound down we headed back to his apartment together.
We were all over one another as soon as we got through the door. He was really
interested in my boobs, and took my top off as soon as he could. Once my top
was off and he saw my boobs in that corset it was like a switch had flipped.
The expression in his face, it was like nothing I've ever seen. It was like he
had seen an angel or something. Having someone look at me like that, well it
got me pretty turned on. I didn't think about it as much as I probably should have.
Before long he was all over my breasts, just kissing and sucking like his life
depended on it, and for me it was incredible. I came just from him kissing my boobs.
He wasn't even sucking on my nipples or anything, just kissing the tops of them.
It was unreal how sensitive I was. Anyway, when I came I got this sudden urge to
pull him close to my chest, and when I did, well, his head got stuffed between
my boobs. Now the corset may have made my boobs look bigger, but there was no
way they were big enough to fit Jake's head even with that, so I should have been
freaking out, but it just felt too good." She bit her lip at the memory and one
hand crept down to touch one of her nipples through her dress. "Waves
and waves pleasure were washing through me, all centered on my boobs, and
with every wave of pleasure he got pulled further and further into my cleavage.
First my boobs gobbled up his neck and then his shoulders were sucked in. Before
I knew it he was in up to his waist. The geometry was all off. It didn't seem
like he had shrunk or like my boobs had gotten any bigger, but somehow he fit.
He must have been enjoying the experience as much as I was because he was
rock hard as he went in. Once his hips were through his legs went fast, like
my tits were slurping up spaghetti."

As she spoke her sultry voice had grown thicker and thicker with arousal, and
a faint musk filled the air. My cock throbbed in my pants and I didn't seem
to be able to take my eyes off her the large dents in her dress. Thighs as
thick as my chest flexed with powerful muscle as she ground them together.

"Ahem, a-anyway, after he was in there I freaked out. I tried to reach in to
grab him, but my boobs just felt like ordinary boobs. He was gone. I fled
from his apartment and went home, the whole time expecting to get scooped
up and arrested, but no one stopped me. When I got home, I realized that I
had changed. My face in the mirror was still mine, but it was different.
It was better. My hair had grown brighter. My legs looked a bit better,
and my boobs were bigger. They were all small changes, but they were definitely
noticeable. That's when I heard the corset speak for the first time. Well,
I don't know if speak is the right word, since I couldn't really understand
it, but I started hearing it whispering to me. I didn't understand the words,
but I understood the meaning. It was telling me that I was beautiful, that
it was going to make me even more beautiful. Somehow, listening to it and
watching myself in the mirror, I felt less and less bad about Jake."

"The next day when I went into work, no one seemed to comment on Jake's
disappearance. I figured they just assumed that he was staying home
sick. I was scared of getting caught that whole week, but the other
shoe never dropped. That kept up for another month. It was terrifying.
Finally, I broke down and asked if anyone knew what had happened to him.
Whoever I asked had no recollection of him. I tried to find him online
and there was no trace. I definitely remember connecting with him on
social media, but he wasn't in any of my friend lists. It was like he
had never existed, like someone had taken an eraser to reality."

I probably should have told her to go to someone else at this point.
Any cursed object that can rewrite reality is some heavy magic.
That's not something someone like me, who nearly washed out of school
and is only a few rungs better than a hedge, should be getting anywhere
near. Sitting in front of her it was too hard to imagine turning such
an enchanting woman away though. "That's ummm, ummm-" I was having
trouble putting together the thought with those massive jugs in
my field of view.

"What?"

"That's um, definitely a sign of a um powerful cursed item," I managed.

"Yeah, I don't need a wizard to tell me that. Anyway, there's more.
I resolved not to give in to the whispers, but the corset kept urging
me to do what I had done to Jake to someone else. It took over my
dreams, reminding me how good it had felt to suck him into my cleavage.
It would invade my waking thoughts, pointing out how people I saw on
the street would make delicious treats. I managed to resist for
almost a year, but then I wound up competing for a promotion with
another girl I worked with, Kelly. I'd always hated Kelly, and she
was playing dirty, stealing credit for my work and that sort of thing.
Anyway, when she got the promotion and called me into her new office,
I knew she was going to fire me. She was real petty like that. It had
been getting harder and harder to resist the corset's urgings and
I was so mad that when it pointed out that I could erase her from
existence, I unbuttoned my blouse and marched in there. She gave
me a real nasty look, but before she could say anything I grabbed
her by the back of the head and shoved her face in my tits. A
moment later she was in up to her neck. I guess I lost control of
myself and started moaning in pleasure, because a couple of our
co-workers came over to see what the commotion was. The door was
still open, so they could see it easily. They were horrified by
what they saw, and if I hadn't been so overwhelmed with pleasure
I would have been scared shitless. They started yelling at me to
let her out, but I couldn't stop it any more than they could.
Steve grabbed hold of Kelly's legs and tried to pull her out
but he was no match for the power of the corset. One moment
they were screaming at me to stop, but as soon as Kelly's feet
sank into my cleavage they stopped. They didn't know why they
were there. When I asked them if they had seen Kelly, they
had no idea who I was talking about. When I looked at Kelly's
office door, I saw my name on the plate, as if she had never
existed for me to compete with, just like the corset had promised.
It was then that I noticed the way the corset was digging into
my swollen boobs. I'd gotten hotter again, just a little bit
like before, but noticeably."

"After that it was a lot harder to resist the corset. It was like
every time I consumed someone, it got more and more of a hold on
my mind. I think I lasted another month before I did it again.
This time, I met a guy on tinder and invited him back to my place.
After that, things become a bit of a blur. The corset's increasing
influence made me consume people more and more frequently, and each
time I did, it's influence got stronger."

"In one of my more lucid moments, I realized that the corset never
absorbed too many people at once. It always took at least a few
hours to digest after it used my steadily growing bust to gobble
up some poor soul. I realized that my boobs always grew faster
than the corset itself. By this point I was long past the point of
being able to resist the corset when it told me to gobble someone
up. I was practically its puppet. I realized I might have a way to
escape its influence though. It always urged me to gobble up more
people, never to stop."

"My plan was pretty simple. I went to a nightclub in a miniskirt,
the corset and heels. That hypnotic effect my boobs had had on
Jake the very first time I consumed anyone had only gotten stronger
as they had grown. My tits must have been the size of cantaloupes
by then. I normally dressed to keep them covered, even when the
corset was sending me out hunting, only using their enthralling
power on someone when I had chosen them as a victim. This time
I let it all hang out. Everyone in the club who laid eyes on
my tits was enthralled. I did a few circuits around the room to make sure
everyone had gotten a good look, then I grabbed the nearest person to
me and shoved them in my cleavage. Once they were consumed, I grabbed
someone else. I kept going and going, my body swelling more and more
with each victim. My later victims didn't seem to change my body as
much as the first few had, but there were a lot of people in that room
and before long my boobs were making the corset creek with the
strain. I guess it was so lost in the ecstasy of gobbling those
people up that it didn't realize it was in danger. When I was
a bit more than halfway through the people I had hypnotized,
the laces on that corset popped and it flew off of me like
a stone from a slingshot, slamming into the far wall. At the
sight of my bare tits, the whole crowd orgasmed. All of a
sudden, the weight that was on my mind was lifted. I could
no longer hear the whisperings or feel the corset reaching out
to use my limbs as like a puppet. One thing that hadn't gone
away was my arousal though. I was so horny that I reached
out and grabbed someone else to shove them in my hungry cleavage.
Consuming them was totally different than all the previous times.
I felt like I was more in control. It was like there was a muscle
between my boobs that I could flex to pull them in faster or slower,
or even let them out. I didn't let them out though, I slurped them
up and moved on to the next morsel. The corset's influence was partially
lifted, but it's curse was still there. I still felt the urge to
gobble up everyone around me."

"After tearing through half of what I had remaining for me, I
slowed down a bit. At some point, I had grown out of my skirt
and shoes, so I was totally naked. I was thinking about how
annoying it was gonna be to try to get home from the club like
that when a girl bumped into me from behind and the next thing
I knew she had turned into a miniskirt. I could feel her essence
getting slowly sucked into my ass. It felt incredible, so
I grabbed a guy and made him into a bra. It felt awesome,
and since I knew I was gonna have a hard time shopping at normal
stores I knew it was going to save me plenty of money. I made
new shoes, then took my time sucking everyone else into my cleavage.
The last guy got to turn into a cute crop top before I headed
out of the club looked pretty much the way I do now."

"I was finally free from the corset, but I just couldn't stop
gobbling people up with my tits or turning them into clothes
to wear. I'm pretty hard to shop for, so its just easier to
make people my clothes. I think bursting out of the corset
broke the worst of the curse, but it's still lingering, making
me do this. Like, this morning I walked out of the house
without any underwear on. I kinda noticed myself doing it, but
I guess the curse made me not care. On the way over I got the
urge to sit down on a cute guy and turn him into my panties.
It kinda killed two birds with one stone since I got his seat."

It was possible that the curse of the corset had stuck around,
but the chances were pretty slim. In almost all cases, destroying
a magical item ended its magic. Most of the time the power from
a magic item would just bleed away, but in the case of an artifact
the power had to go somewhere. I suspected that in this case it
had taken up residence in Fiona herself. "Well, it's certainly
possible that the curse is lingering, but if so that would
be pretty atypical. I do sense some dark magic clinging to you.
Would you mind if I take a closer look."

"Please, that's why I'm here."

I opened one of my desk drawers and took out some clunky brass
goggles, which I fitted on my face. Dark magic did linger, but
it was dwarfed by the magic which suffused her body. Her whole
form glowed in the sight afforded to me by the googles but her
breasts made the rest of her body look dim. They churned with
power, twin cauldrons of magic stronger than anything I had
ever seen.

I must have been staring because she snapped her fingers in
front of my face, "Hey, wizard guy, what do you see?"

"S-so much power," I couldn't control the awe in my voice.

"The curse is still on me?"

"No, no, it's you. The power is yours. When you broke the corset,
its power must have merged with your soul. You can- you can be
the strongest witch who's ever lived if you learn to control it."

"But what about the curse? How come I'm still consuming people."

"It's there, but just an echo. There is no way it could be influencing
someone as strong as you. Your- your choices are your own."

The miasma of dark magic hovering around her was suddenly slurped into
her cleavage, and I knew it meant she had just accepted the power as
her own. The only thing keeping the scrap of dark magic separate from
her had been her lingering conviction that the curse was still controlling
her. "So you're telling me that I've been erasing people from existence
just for my own pleasure? Oh god, that's- that's horrible." Her skirt shifted
against her as her powerful thighs clenched around her pussy. "God,
why do I somehow find that hotter than if the curse was making me do it.
Fuck."

I just stared dumbly at her, unable to really process my situation. She
leaned forward, pressing her massive jugs down on my desk, and gently
pulled the goggles off my head. Standing up, she pulled her dress off
in one smooth motion, letting the most perfect breasts I had ever seen
bounce free. Their every jiggle seemed to shake the foundations of
reality, and I knew I could no more look away from their perfection
than a beam of light could make its way out of a black hole. "I really
should stop, but the thing is you know my secret now. I can't have you
telling anyone about me, so in a little while it will be like you
never existed at all. Besides, you said I could be a powerful witch
and I find it's easiest to learn from someone when I'm wearing them.
She reached out and as soon as she touched me I could feel my body
go limp. Somehow, I could still see and hear. She had turned me into
a massive pink bra to match her lacy panties. My new body felt remarkably
strong despite the fact that I couldn't move. I was expertly constructed
with perfectly placed wires and heavy duty hooks.

For a brief moment, I felt confident, then she fitted her boobs into my
massive cups and reached behind herself to connect my hooks. Fiona's
heavy tits were overwhelming as soon as she tightened me. My whole body
strained to contain her. I could feel that my cups, as huge as they felt,
were only large enough to just barely cover her aureole.

She snapped her fingers and a mote of light formed in front of her. It was
a simple spell, but the first was always the hardest, and it had taken me
months to be able to reliably conjure a magelight. "See what I mean about
learning?" I could feel a massive presence plucking at my mind. I started
to feel like memories were missing. "Don't worry, you won't be needing any
of this knowledge where you're going," her voice was reassuring. I could
feel her sliding her hands over my lacy body. "You know, I know I should
feel guilty, and I mean I do, but it's actually kind of reassuring to
know it's been all me ever since the club. I've been feeling trapped
and controlled ever since I put that corset on. Now I finally feel free."
She pulled her dress back on and settled it around me.

"Thanks wizard guy," she said as my consciousness bled away and my soul
was pulled slowly into the magical maw of her bosom.
