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Katrina Fairbanks - 5’5” even, slick black hair, and one of the most gorgeous jaw lines in the greater Fresno, California area. She was adorable, sweet, and knew just how lucky she was with her looks. She wouldn’t say she’s a supermodel, but she knew she could get what she wanted from the men and women of her medium-sized city.
Kat had been living here her whole life, but always dreamed of more. After high school, she lost both her parents, and the responsibility of raising her 16-year-old brother fell to her. It was really too much, but Katrina couldn’t show people her struggle. She was always someone who faced a problem head-on. AP classes? She aced them. Varsity wrestling? She was the team captain. Student council? She was the President, voted in during her Freshman year. This had been unheard of in her school district.
But she wasn’t in high school anymore. She suddenly had to financially cover her brother, who was just two years out from graduating, and had no income to speak of. So, she did what any attractive young woman would do in a desert town who is strapped for cash - Stripped. And it worked.
Katrina kept her brother in his private school, they stayed in their family house, and she could even help save for his college. She would worry about herself when Nate was off to uni.
Kat really didn’t mind the joint she had contracted with - The Milkbar. Yes, plenty of the girls did cater to the lactation-curious clientele, but Kat did well mostly due to her size and looks. She was gorgeous, as stated, but she was also packing. J-cups on a slender frame like hers made them look utterly enormous, and the closest girl in the shop was plus-sized, making Katrina the unicorn of the strippers. She didn’t have much to work with in the rear region, but she worked out regularly with her personal trainer, so she kept things tight.
Five nights a week, she’d go on stage as her character, Daisy, sporting the shorts that matched her name and a tied-off bandana as her top. Classic cowgirl look, even had boots and a hat to go with it. Before walking on stage, she’d pop a fake piece of hay in her mouth to really pull the country look together and would step out into the spotlight to some Carrie Underwood, and the money would come pouring in.
She even dabbled in the ‘milkier’ side of the bar. She didn’t lactate herself, but she didn’t mind leaning into the cowgirl routine and milking one of the ‘heffers’, aka lactating strippers. Kat would even aim one of the breasts at the audience in the ‘Splash Zone’ to increase tips. The crowd would always go wild.
She regularly expected to leave each night with $5000 in cash, but on those lucky nights - post graduation, bachelor parties, bachelorette parties, business trips - she could double her wages. Kat would never get used to carrying that much cash in her hand as she walked to her car, and even signed up for self-defense classes to make sure she was protected if some creep followed her to her car after her set.
The years flew by quickly, and Nate was off to his first-choice university in no time. Suddenly, their family home felt empty. Kat found herself wandering the halls, feeling the ghosts of the family that would no longer live here. She made the tough, but right call, to sell the house to a family looking to raise their kids in a good neighborhood. Kat even lowered the price after she got to meet the couple face-to-face.
They were kind, they loved each other, and they just wanted a place for their kids to grow up safely. “This was the right place for them,” she thought to herself as she signed the deed over to them. The couple endlessly thanked them for their generosity, even going as far as to send her a ‘Thank You’ gift at the holidays, but it still stung to think of leaving that home.
But Kat knew it was the right call. She moved into a luxury apartment on her own and started building her own life in Fresno over the next few years. She decorated her apartment with knick-knacks, trinkets, and other oddities found around the Fresno antique mall. Kat was quite surprised by the incredible finds, especially the ornate full-length mirror that looked handcrafted from the Middle Ages.
It was dressed with bronze, ornamental flowers, and flecks of gold embedded in the mirror itself. Katrina always thought it showed off her best side, no matter what angle she looked at herself in it. When she looked at herself in that mirror, checking out her massive melons, all was right in the world.
Things took a turn quickly soon after - who would have guessed that a young, attractive, busty woman with a bottomless bank account would get into serious trouble?
Before she knew it, Katrina was drinking every night, and then it was every day. It was stripping, clubbing, partying, drinking - and repeating. A year of this, and she woke up with a hangover one morning, feeling the worst hangover of her life. She could barely stand up straight with her head spinning every time she closed her eyes. With the effort that felt like she was lifting a car off a trapped child, Katrina brought herself to a standing position. She had the wherewithal to make herself a cup of coffee and brush her teeth.
She clicked on her phone, seeing a flood of missed texts and calls. From the photos pouring in from the group texts, it looked like things got a little too wild last night. Katrina was riding a mechanical bull in one photo, then being pulled off a dude in another. Looks like she was punching him?
“Oh right…” she groaned. The guy recognized her from The Milkbar and made some sort of comment about her ‘milkers’. From what she could remember, Kat blew the guy off, but he was bold enough to cop a feel, leading to her fist meeting his face a number of times.
Kat looked down at her hand, which was deeply bruised and ached when it flexed, but otherwise it was in good shape. She went back to the photos.
There was a photo of her making out with one of her stripper friends on a pool table with people cheering, another photo of her kissing another stripper at a different bar, and then a photo that was loading at a low resolution. When Kat watched, she saw herself taking a shot of vodka and then latching onto one of the lactating strippers who was out with her. People were cheering ‘White Russian’, she guessed as a joke for the cocktail she just made in her mouth.
Kat had the faintest taste of it in her mouth still, the milk. It was sweet, and honestly would have gone great with the coffee that had just finished brewing. A whiff of the fresh brew immediately lessened the power of the hangover, and the first sip was divine. She shuffled over to her bedroom to bury herself in her oversized bed, but stopped herself.
She had caught her reflection in the ‘magic mirror’, as she called it. What she saw was atrocious - Kat was a mess. Her hair was in, basically, a knot with ends shooting out in every direction. The bags under her eyes were immense, and she had clearly spilled something all over her going-out top and just went to sleep wearing it.
“Ugh, come on, Kat,” she groaned to herself. “You’re better than this…” She leaned on hand on the mirror while taking a sip from an oversized mug. She made eye contact with the hovel witch of a reflection, and got serious with herself. Well, as serious as the hangover would let her be.
“Get. Your. Shit. Together,” she pointed at herself in the reflection. “You’re better than this, girl.” She knew she needed to pull herself together. She was the top in her class, the top in her extracurriculars, and the top stripper at The Milkbar. She owed it to her friends, her family, hell, mainly she owed it to herself.
With a deep breath, she looked deeply into the mirror and held her hand to it, as if she were swearing on it like a bible in a courtroom. “I can be better than this, I will be better than this.” She weakly smiled before taking another sip. “I’m the best there ever was, and the best there ever will be.” This was her way to psych herself up, even if she didn’t fully believe it. Well, part of her knew she could accomplish anything, but sometimes you have to lie to yourself to pump yourself up, and it worked.
As she turned to head to her bed to sleep off this hangover from hell, something stopped her. She was jolted to a stop, spilling her coffee on herself, adding to the already stained clothes. “What the hell?” She asked, turning back to the mirror, confused by what she saw.
Her hand was still placed on the mirror, but something was… holding it in place. Kat inspected closer, and it looked as if the mirror was growing around her hand, and it was spreading fast. Kat dropped her mug, letting it shatter into a million pieces, and tried to pull herself free. She put her feet on the mirror to get some leverage, but her hand wouldn’t budge. It would only sink further into this reflective goop.
If she hadn’t been hungover, she would have maybe had the forethought not to put her feet on the mirror either. As she tried to step down, her feet were now glued to the surface of the decoration. Kat mentally kicked herself as she thrashed, trying to pull herself free. It was no use… she was sinking into the mirror. All she could feel was a… warm, enveloping feeling on the other side of the mirror.
It was welcoming - beckoning her to come through. She almost gave in, but shook off the whispers in her ear. She thrashed more, but this only worsened the effects. Soon, her hips were already inside the mirror, and all she could feel were her legs floating in the ether on the other side. “Fuck me! Is this how I fucking go? Swallowed by a fucking mirror?” She shouted for help, but she didn’t know her neighbors. This luxury apartment was built for privacy, so there was no way they could hear her.
Suddenly, she felt something grab her. Nothing she could see, it was a set of hands on the other side of the mirror. Kat kicked violently, but more hands grabbed her still. With one final pull, Kat was yanked into the mirror, and the apartment was left silent.
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GASP
Katrina landed on her ass in the most ornate ballroom she’d ever seen. Not that she’d seen many in her travels in Fresno, but this was more elegant than any TV show or movie she watched. It was as if Game of Thrones had an unlimited budget - marble pillows lined the walls with red marble floors radiating a warm glow throughout the hall.
Before her stood three handmaidens, each giddily smiling at Katrina. “We haven’t had a visitor in centuries. Welcome, fair traveler.”
Katrina was too drunk to handle all of this. Instead, she remained silent and pinched herself.
Ouch
“Fuck,” she whispered, “this is fucking real?!” Now the panic set in. “Where am I? Who are you? Did you just pull me through that fucking mirror … portal thing?” Katrina grabbed the lapel of one of the women’s dresses and noticed just how busty these women were. Were they… bigger than her? That was a new sensation - seeing and feeling breasts bigger than her massive tits - but this was a distraction.
The woman looked terrified. “M’lady, please! It is merely a gateway that you traversed, like hundreds before you.”
“Gateway?! That’s a mirror!” Katrina looked back, seeing her room on the other side, as if she were looking at it through a pane of glass.
“Yes, true, m’lady. But it’s also the only way to enter our realm from your non-magical world,” this busty redhead stuttered.
Katrina released her hold on the woman’s dress, eyeing her chest bounce as the woman caught her breath. “Don’t get horny now, dammit,” she thought to herself.
“Then why the fuck did you pull me in? To kidnap me?!” The women cowered at Katrina’s fury.
“NO, m’lady. You looked like you were stuck, so we only meant to help you through. The magic is old, and it seemed to resist letting you travel in freely. We will have to talk to the town mage to see if the spell can be recast.”
“Spell?! Wait… you said my world was non-magical? So yours is…” Katrina trailed off, sitting on the ground and holding her head.
“Yes, dear lady. This is Aerduelle - the crown city of the seven kingdoms. Haven’t you heard of this place? We only stopped communicating with your world a mere few centuries ago. You Earthermen do have a short memory,” the three women broke the tension by giggling together.
“We’re… not on Earth?” Kat really wished this hangover would work itself out already.
“No, ma’am. But, you’re quite beautiful … for an Earth Woman,” the women erupted into a pile of giggles once again.
“For an Earth Woman?!” Katrina thought to herself. She decided to give them a piece of her mind. “Listen here, bitch-”
The women’s cheery demeanor melted away. “Oh, we’re so sorry, M’lady. We only tease. We’re actually quite honored to have a travel visit our realm, and even more honored to be the ones to greet them.” They stepped closer to her in unison, making Kat uneasy. “Please, let us give you a hand. The journey here must have been such a pain. Let’s clean you up,” the woman she had mainly been talking to, the busty blonde, offered a hand to Kat to guide her away.
“I’d prefer to just head back to my own shower, thanks-,” Kat turned and immediately collided with the solid mirror portal back to her apartment. Unfortunately, she’d given herself a bloody nose, drenching her disheveled clothes in an instant.
The three handmaidens reacted in unison, quickly guiding Kat away from the mirror while she was still disoriented. The hangover and now a possible concussion? Not a good combo.
The women were quick to guide Kat to the nearest washroom and draw her bath. The warm water steamed off into the air, giving off a soft, rosy scent. Even with her busted nose, it was a pleasant smell for Katrina.
“If you’d like, m’lady, may we undress you?” Kat couldn’t think. She was in a magical world, dragged here through her mirror, and now she’s concussed?! She just nodded, and the women made quick but respectful work of her pajamas. They guided her to the warm bath while applying a warm compress to her nose to stem the bleeding.
The water enveloped her skin, warming her to her core. The justifiable anxiety had melted away, left now with just a pulsing headache. “What happened back there?”
“We’re sorry, Miss. We would have told you that the door doesn’t just open to anyone. It decided now was the time to let you through, but not the right time to let you go. The magics are beyond us,” the women all nodded in agreement as they used rags and sponges to clean Kat’s body.
“Is there - ugh - any way to open it again?”
The women shared glances, nervous to answer. “There’s one person, but don’t worry about that right now. Let’s fix you up, Miss.” The blonde woman dropped her rag and began undoing the corset holding back her impressive chest.
“Ugh…” Kat held her nose. “Ladies, I appreciate the … odd help here. I’m really not in the mood for any frisky.” Kat eyed the blonde as her tits tumbled free. Kat choked on her spit from shock. Never had she actually seen what she assumed were R-cup breasts, easily bigger than watermelons, sitting so perky on a woman’s chest.
Before she could ask what the hell was going on, the blonde kneeled back to bring her big tit to Kat’s face, putting her nipple mere centimeters from Kat’s lips. “Please, m’lady. Drink. Heal.”
“What the hell are you-” reflexively, the blonde’s tit twitched and milk shot into Kat’s mouth. Again, she was coughing.
“I’m sorry, Miss, but this is the only way to quickly help without having to find the local healer.” Kat’s confusion only built until she noticed her headache was gone. No throbbing pain, no double vision - what was going on?
“Mmm -” the blonde woman moaned as her tit sprayed even more milk onto Kat, who instinctively opened her mouth this time.
“Ugh, why did I do that?” She got a mouthful this time, confused why her body reacted automatically. Again, the pain faded, but this time she felt a pressure growing in her nose. Not a painful one, like… a spring bursting forth. The pain was gone, and the bleeding stopped. Kat pulled the cloth from her nose and felt the bridge of it, and it was true - the wound had sealed itself up.
“Did your… tittie milk…heal my broken beak?!” Katrina exclaimed, and the women around her giggled.
“Of course, Miss. We can all do it to some extent. Your breasts don’t produce the same elixir?”
“What? No! They just make buying tops and bikinis difficult,” Katrina covered her own impressive chest in embarrassment.
“Oh, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” the blonde continued. “If you’d like… You could taste more. It could ensure that your ailments are all healed.”
Kat hesitated, looking at the other women encouraging her to latch, so she did. The blonde’s nipple was large, like a wine cork in her mouth, and she cooed as Kat started to suck. “God, this tastes incredible,” Kat whispered between sucks.
It was true what she said - any remaining hangover pains were gone, her nose felt better, and it even felt like her allergies had cleared. Best of all, the milk tasted better with each pull. Kat couldn’t get enough and started clawing at the blonde’s other massive tit, squeezing it to give the blonde relief.
“Yes, m’lady,” the blonde moaned, growing more aroused by the second. The blonde leaned over, her fingers dipping beneath the waterline and finding Katrina’s erect clit. Teasing with small circles, Kat moaned into the blonde’s nipple before doubling her efforts. The blonde responded in kind.
Kat couldn’t moan aloud, but she and the blonde were both growing closer to orgasm. The milkmaiden’s fingers invaded Kat’s pussy, and that did it. Kat bit down lightly on the blonde’s nipple as she came, her pussy and thighs clamping down on the woman’s hand. This sent the blonde into her own tizzy for a whole minute, until Kat unlatched and they caught their breath.
“That... that’s some good stuff you got there on tap,” Kat smiled, giggling to herself and eventually with the rest of the handmaidens. “Say… I didn’t get your names, ladies.”
The blonde nodded with another laugh while she strapped up her breasts into the croset again. “I’m Selkria.”
The other two were Petralyn and Larkella. They seemed to keep to themselves, leaving Selkria to be the ringleader, but after that erotic display, they seemed to be worked up as well.
“I’m Katrina, and you two… do you want to ‘heal’ me as well?” Kat winked, and the women wordlessly stripped in excitement. They were only a bit smaller in size compared to the blonde Selkria, but still utterly impressive. “God, you’ve got actual udders.”
“Oh, you flatter us, but these aren’t anything special,” Petralyn corrected as she presented her milky nipple to Kat.
“What do you mean?” Kat asked before sucking on her nipple while her free hand reached for Larkella’s pussy, who gladly accepted. Petralyn cooed, like she’d been waiting for this release all week.
She tried to explain between breaths, “We’re but lowly servants, Lady Katrina. Those with higher and nobler statuses are quite a bit more impressive than we are.”
“So… they have bigger tits?” Kat cut to the chase while Larkella came on her hand. “Damn, that was quick, girl.”
Larkella fell to the ground, her massive chest bouncing wildly while he caught her breath. Petralyn continued, “Yes, Lady Katrina. They were just born that way, or were blessed with the gift of stronger magics.”
“So,” Kat dropped the tit from her mouth and went to work on Petralyn’s pussy. Larkella felt inspired and went after Selkria, diving her head between her legs. “Damn, this got hot fast,” Kat thought to herself.
Kat continued, “So you’ve got broads here who are growing bigger than the three of you?!” The two in the corner moaned in ecstasy, but also agreement.
“We can introduce you to the local mage to see if they could introduce you to some of these spells, but it is quite difficult to excel past one’s current station. Oh, goddess!” Petralyn came on Kat’s hand, gripping her shoulders and shoving Kat’s face into her massive cleavage. Kat gladly motorboated the twins, letting some milk free from P’s tits.
After the four of them caught their breath, they retrieved proper garments for Kat. Goodbye pajamas, hello next year’s Ren Faire costume. Kat was laced up in a purple corset and a purple and gold skirt that ran down to her ankles. The handmaidens dressed Kat’s hair up into an impressive braided nest above her head, like a topiary designed in the Red Queen’s gardens from Alice in Wonderland.
“You ladies work quickly,” Kat admired her look in the mirror. “Quite a step up from the cowgirl boots,” Kat joked to herself.
“If you’re ready, Lady Katrina,” Petralyn opened the door to the corridor, ready to lead Kat to the mage, Umbrielle.
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“You?! A commoner?! No, lower than that. A human from Earth comes to my domicile and demands magics beyond her comprehension?” Umbrielle, the mage whom Kat had heard so much about, was being quite rude. Kat was too distracted, however, by the yogaballs attached to the witch’s chest. Umbrielle's black hair, black lipstick, and black corset would have been a killer look for Kat in her goth phase, but she could barely focus with the two incredible breasts jiggling like overfilled water balloons.
It was impressive to see such enormous breasts avoid every obstacle in the room. The spooky tavern vibe of Umbrielle’s home was laced with beakers, glass vials, and wands that looked incredibly fragile, but Umbrielle moved like a dancer, avoiding everything in her path.
“Lady Umbrielle,” Petralyn pleaded. “We were only inquiring if you could gift a bit of magic to our visitor from another land. She wants to get home, and you know as well as anyone that the Queen won’t see anyone who isn’t blessed by the magics.”
“What?!” Kat was gobsmacked. “Your Queen won’t talk to small-chested women? What about men, do they have the same sexist rule?” All four women looked at Kat with confusion.
“Men?” Larkella asked. “They haven’t been permitted in our world since it’s creation.”
“Wait… so this is a world of ultra busty LESBIANS?!” Kat looked as if she’d hit the jackpot. “Is this… are you sure I didn’t die when I came through that mirror?”
Selkria giggled at Kat’s remark. “Lady Katrina, we will get you home if that’s what you so wish, but yes, your deduction is correct. No men, and our Queen is quite size-ist when it comes to her respect.”
While Kat was intrigued by this world, she thought back to her brother, her friends, her job - they’re probably worried sick. She needed to get back. “Umbrielle, lady, I’m not in the mood to be talked down to by some witch. All I need is a bit of magic, and I’ll get out of your hair.”
Umbrielle cackled like a Halloween decoration. If only she weren’t so beautiful, Kat would be more offended. “You can make no demands of me, girl. Be on your way.” The command was cold and firm, and the three handmaidens quickly vacated the building, whispering their apologies as they left. Katrina remained firm, using all her strength not to look at Umbrielle’s chest. “You remain? That’s very foolish.”
“I want to get home, and if the Queen has my ticket through that mirror, then I’m going to meet her,” Kat eyed the mage up and down. “Everyone has a price, yes? What’s yours?”
“What I seek from my clients is beyond your comprehension,” Umbrielle ran her manicured black nails over various potions, skulls, and other magical items. “What could a human possibly have to entice me?”
Kat looked around the room, trying to find inspiration to come up with a solution. Even patting herself down, as if to find some Maguffin to solve her problems. Not until she patted her J-cups did she find it - her phone. She had it in her pocket when she came over and made sure to grab it before she left the handmaiden’s chamber. Kat held it out to Umbrielle, who only looked confused.
“Do humans now trade hunks of rock as currency?” She laughed, turning back to her pet Phoenix.
“This isn’t a rock, witch. It is a bottomless pit of all human knowledge, artistic achievement, and a global communication device.” Kat really had to sell it, and it was working.
“Is that so?” Still acting aloof, Umbrielle casually sauntered over, her chest reaching Kat four feet before the rest of her body. “It wouldn’t be wise to try and trick me, girl.”
“I’ll open it for you,” Kat clicked on the home screen, showing all the apps that flooded in. Umbrielle stepped back, amazed. “Here are all the books I own, and here is all the music my society has ever created,” Kat explained while opening the Kindle and Spotify apps. She showed her games, the camera, and then the videos app. Umbrielle stayed silent, transfixed on the device. Her chest was pressed firmly against Kat, who couldn’t help but feel her arousal growing.
“And this… this is my favorite,” Kat then opened a saved folder of videos from The Milkbar. Video after video of Kat dancing, stripping, fucking herself, and milking her coworkers excited something deep within Umbrielle.
“Show me that one again,” the witch commented after the milking video. Kat could feel Umbrielle’s nipples growing harder, like soda cans growing into her side. The mage began rubbing her cleavage on Kat as she grew more aroused. “This is you, yes?”
“It is. It’s my favorite part of my job. People come from far and wide to see my skills,” Kat’s free hand slipped between the witch’s tits, squeezing and massaging them. Umbrielle sucked air between her teeth, unable to pull her eyes away from the phone. “Would you like to experience that? I’ve found the women of this land to be in desperate need of release.” Kat leaned into Umbrielle’s cleavage, meeting her lips and kissing her deeply. Somehow, it had worked.
Umbrielle pulled Kat in between her tits deeper, each breast like two couch cushions wrapping around her. “It must be so hard for you. Being so small, with all those small women. Let me help you,” Umbrielle broke away from the kiss, frantically mixing ingredients.
Kat snuck up behind her, rubbing her crotch on the mage’s ass. The witch moaned as Kat’s hand squeezed the side of her breasts, eventually reaching underneath them to find her pussy under her dress. Umbrielle moaned as she mixed every magical ingredient together, trying to stay focused before presenting a glowing red liquid to Kat. “Quickly. Drink it now. I can’t wait any longer.” Umbrielle began undoing her corset as quickly as she could, but it was clearly difficult.
Slightly hesitant at first, but then Kat’s horny mind gave in. She downed the potion, feeling a warmth in her belly, spreading through the rest of her body. “So… what’s this do?”
“No questions, Earth woman. Just drain me,” Umbrielle was finally undressed, her breasts covering her crotch and sticking out firmly at four feet.
“Wow, not a saggy tit in this whole land,” Kat thought to herself as she latched onto the tit that could put wine barrels to shame. It was quite a challenge keeping the massive nipple in her mouth, but once she started treating it as a cock, she got the reaction she wanted. She would jerk the nipple with one hand while she drank deeply, fingering the witch's pussy with the other hand.
This woman’s milk was even richer - like the magic flowing through this witch was also in her milk as well. “Oh, goddess! Holy fuck, Earth woman!” Umbrielle could have flooded the entire room with her supply, but Kat found her hunger to be stronger than with the other women. Like her stomach was a bottomless pit, and she kept sucking.
She couldn’t look down to see that her own breasts were gaining mass with every pull from Umbrielle’s. Kat did find that she was getting turned on far more than she normally would, which pushed her to drink harder.
Umbrielle screamed in delight, cumming for the first time. “You’re incredible, Earth woman.” Umbrielle tried to pull away, but Kat was close to her own release. She drank deeper, using her now free hand to jerk the mage’s other nipple. Double fisting these monsters did what Katrina hoped, making Umbrielle collapse in joy.
“More? Goddess, you Earth women are full of surprises. It seems the magic is working,” Umbrielle said between gasps. Kat didn’t know what she meant, too focused on her own building orgasm. She didn’t notice that she was now easily bigger than the handmaidens, tearing out of her corset in seconds, and growing quickly to Umbrielle’s size. It was too much, once Kat’s nipple poked free, and Umbrielle grabbed them. She reciprocated the jerking motion, and Kat couldn’t hold on. She came, releasing the nipple from her mouth and screaming louder than she had ever from any orgasm.
Umbrielle smiled proudly as Kat finally looked down and screamed. “Wait! I thought I was just going to gain a few cup sizes?!” Kat rubbed her tits, still growing from the milk in her belly. She had just inched past Umbrielle’s size and would probably finish growing once she was twice her size.
“I’m quite good at creating potent potions, so you’re most welcome. And thank you for the wonders of the… what did you call it?” Umbrielle asked as she began lacing her coset back up.
“A phone, witch. How am I supposed to walk around?!” Kat tried to stand, but was amazed at how easy it was. “What the fuck?!”
“Your skeletal and muscular structures adapt as you grow. You will not be in pain due to my magics,” Umbrielle assured her. “Your garments, however, will need to be updated. Umbrielle led Kat out of the tavern, pressing from behind to fit Kat’s new fat tits through the door.
The handmaidens had been fucking themselves silly listening to Umbrielle, and Katrina fuck each other, and gasped when they saw Kat’s new size. “Lady Katrina!”
“I know, I know. You think this is enough to get a meeting with the Queen?” Kat rubbed the tops of her tits, feeling a rumbling growing deep inside. She couldn’t believe she could move so freely with this much weight. She thought about crushing the newbie wagon with her new weapons.
“I… I’m sorry, Miss. You’re definitely impressive, but it won’t be enough.” The handmaidens explained, with Umbrielle backing them up.
“Fuck!” Kat walked over to the wagon and slammed her chest down, exploding the wooden wagon into splinters. “Ok, that felt better. Witch, does your potion still work for me?”
“Of course! You think me an amateur? It won’t stop working until you take the antidote.” Umbrielle cackled, walking over to inspect the destruction.
“Good. Ladies, do ya’ll throw balls or galas? One’s that the Queen may attend?”
The ladies nodded, and now Kat had her plan.
~~~
Two nights later, Kat walked into the gala to celebrate the coming of Spring. The hall was filled with enormous chests, each one either Kat’s size or bigger. She had to get to work, fast. The handmaidens and Umbrielle followed behind her, eager to see how powerful her potion would be this evening.
Umbrielle headed to the ornamental fountain. It was a porcelain monument to the Queen, with two streams of water arching out of her monster nipples. While no one was looking, Umbrielle poured her concoction into the water and walked away. Slowly, a pink haze rolled out of the water and created a layer of fog on the ground.
Each attendant felt the temperature rising in the room, unknowingly undoing their corsets to let more of their massive chests air out. They grew sloppier, almost intoxicated with joy. Noble women were rubbing their chests together, growing more and more aroused - it was working perfectly.
“It’s go time,” Kat whispered to Larkella, grabbing the nearest busty redhead and kissing her deeply. Each of the handmaidens and the mage did the same - grabbing the nearest busty woman and kissing them. It was the catalyst that was needed, like it was the sign for every other attendant to give in to their desires.
Soon, the massive hall was filled with moans of fucking, the floor growing more and more covered with cum and milk. Kat could feel her augmented corset growing more and more tight, eventually stripping fully to avoid the discomfort. Couch cushions slowly turned into couches themselves.
“Holy fuck,” Kat thought as she latched onto a raven-haired mistress. “My tits are bigger than my entire body. Each one could crush me.” This didn’t deter her; she just sucked harder from each milk-filled woman. She barely noticed her own massive milkers leaking all over the floor.
The handmaidens moved their aroused partners to Kat, as if priming them to let Kat drain them dry. Larkella gasped as she noted Kat wasn’t just growing bustier - she was also taller. She soon surpassed 6 feet and was growing quickly to 7 feet. Umbrielle smirked as she finger fucked a duchess she had fancied for some time - the potion would increase Kat’s bodily durability to handle the larger chest, so it must make sense to grow taller to accommodate the growing chest.
A 8 feet, Kat was almost ravenous with sucking tits. Women were throwing themselves at her, forcing their heads between her legs to please her. She could suck down these enormous nipples more easily as she grew taller, and the women shorter than her could more easily reach her pussy. Kat could barely think between the constant flood of orgasmic energy, only made aware of her true size when her tits touched the tile beneath her.
She paused for only a moment to take in her size. She towered over the entire orgy, and her tits were otherworldly - each one could make a sedan look small. There was no earthly way any of these physics made sense, but when the surrounding women grabbed her breasts, desperately trying to suck her leaking tits or just hump them, Kat couldn’t care anymore.
Her nipples were larger than the door to her apartment, so no woman could actually latch, but they happily drank as it poured down on them like a waterfall. Kat grabbed Selkria and set her on top of her tit with Petralyn, watching them fuck each other while Umbrielle ate out Kat from beneath her.
“Jesus Christ, this is fucking heaven!” Kat cried out, before noticing the crowd grow quiet. “What… what happened?” She looked around, confused, still overcome by the horny magic. Carefully, she turned to look at what all the women were staring at. “Oh, you must be the head bitch?”
It was true, the Queen had finally arrived, and Kat now knew why her previous size wouldn’t be enough for the Queen to see her. She rivaled Kat’s own size - 9 feet tall with tits that could easily fill Kat’s earthly apartment. They could have their own address, that’s how big they were. Kat was close, but not quite big enough.
“You dare cause such an obscene disturbance?” The Queen’s voice boomed over the crowd. “In my home?! This level of disrespect can not be tolerated.” Kat felt the fear that the rest of the women were experiencing, but she had planned for this.
“Queen, dear, let’s talk this out - ultra busty gal to ultra busty gal.” Kat’s smile was just the push the Queen needed to march into the room. Her tits knocked women out of the way, slamming some into the ground, but no one was injured.
“You miserable cow,” The Queen cried as these two massive women’s tits touched. It was as if two semi-trucks collided - so much mass. Kat couldn’t help but moan as all four tits began letting down even more milk. The Queen’s tits rested on top of Kat’s, but she didn’t make her move just yet.
“Let’s just take a deep breath and talk this out,” Kat teased as she slid her head toward the incredible nipple before her. With a few sips, the Queen was offended, but her face was softening. She enjoyed it, but was confused why. Then she eyed Umbrielle and the pink magic erupting from the Queen’s fountain - she’d fallen into their trap.
While the Queen tried to scold and shout, Kat was too busy guzzling down gallons and gallons of the royal milk while the handmaidens snuck underneath the Queen to tease her leaking pussy. The Queen couldn’t fight it - she wanted it. All the while, Kat was growing - inch by inch, she grew past the Queen, her own tits eclipsing the Royal Highness’s.
“Oh goddess, what is this?! Who are you?” Between orgasms, the Queen asked. “Where did you come from?”
“I’m just a lowly Earth Woman, your majesty.” Katrina’s lips met the Queens, covering hers completely. 10 Feet tall, and tits that could easily topple this room if Katrina were to choose so. Her hand slipped between the four gargantuan tits to find the Queen’s pussy, teasing her clit while her tongue explored her majesty’s mouth.
“Tell me, your Majesty - tell me how small you feel around me…” Kat’s voice was deeper, sultry, and demanding. The Queen was putty in her hands, and Kat could feel it as her pussy gripped her hand.
“I… I’ve never been small. I’ve never been made to feel small,” her breath hitched as another finger slid into her pussy. “But you…you’re just so… magnificent.”
“Ooo, I like that.” Kat hummed as her fingering picked up pace. “You feel my power, don’t you?”
The Queen nodded.
“Your subjects feel my power, don’t they?” The Queen looked around at the little women kissing as humping the Queen and Kat, fucking each other from the magic in the air. Kat drove them wild, with a power over them the Queen never dreamt was possible. The Queen nodded again.
“So can you give me what I want? Can you let me go home? Pretty please?” Kat used her cute voice as she picked up speed again, her fingers moving in and out of the Queen’s pussy. She moved deeper and deeper, the Queen’s cum coating her arm. “Give me what I want, your Highness.”
“You can have it! You can have it all! Fuck me, just keep going! You’re my goddess, my Queen!” The Queen cried out, her fingers gripping Katrina’s still growing tits, shooting milk out across the hall and covering the women in the midst of an orgy.
“Say it again,” Kat whispered, biting her own lip in anticipation. She humped the Queen’s leg harder, close to her own orgasm as well. This power play was really doing it for her.
“My Queen! Oh fuck, my goddess! Make me cum! Make me yours! Keep growing!” The Queen came, her entire body tensing as she humping Kat’s hand. Kat came as well, squeezing their tits together so hard. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes, barely able to inhale as the magic kept enhancing the orgasm.
Kat was growing, just her fat tits now. She covered the entirety of the Queen, but her Majesty didn’t care. She relished it. “Um…witch? I think I’ve hit my limit,” Kat said as her orgasm kept growing, along with her milkers. “When does it stop?!”
Umbrielle was frantically trying to cast a spell, but the magic bounced off Katrina like a bouncy ball on a trampoline. “Um… Earth girl? You’ve ingested too much royal milk. It’s too strong for my magic…” She trailed off, and Kat should be worried, but she was too busy cumming. She was grinding the Queen into the marble floor below, without a care in the world, as her tits hit the sides of the banquet hall. The women broke from their stupor and evacuated the building as quickly as they could. The Queen was even able to pull herself free just as the walls began to crack.
Dust fell from the ceiling as her tits grew past fire trucks and looked like two RV’s attached to her chest. You could hear the milk sloshing around inside her - as if she’d filled her tits with a swimming pool’s worth of breast milk.
At some point, the growth slowed and stopped. When it was deemed safe, Umbrielle and the handmaidens returned inside to check on Katrina. “M’lady, how are you feeling?”
Still coming down from the orgasm to end all orgasms, all Katrina could do was give a thumbs up. “All good, pals. Say, where’d that Queen go? I need my ticket home.”
“Well, the thing is, Lady Katrina… she is no longer the Queen,” Larkella corrected.
“Oh god, did I smoosh her under here?! Is she ok?!”
“Don’t worry, she’s perfectly fine. A little shaken up having lost her crown and title, but she’s as healthy as ever.”
“Why did she lose her crown? Can she still get me back home?” Kat asked, attempting to turn around to face them, but any movement shook the stone foundation of the banquet hall.
“She can still get you home, but that’s the problem, Lady Katrina. Or should I say, Queen Katrina…” Umbrielle trailed off, bowing with the rest of the women.
“Say that again?” Katrina turned just enough to look outside to all the party guests bowing as well, along with the previous Queen. “I’m your Queen…”
“Yes, m’lady. If you so choose to stay, the kingdom is yours,” Selkria said, head still bowed.
“Hmmm… Queen Katrina has a nice ring to it,” Katrina looked down at the mage. “Dear Umbrielle, would you mind whipping up some more of that lovely potion from last night. I think a celebration is in order.” Katrina’s eyes were hungry for what was next. Did she want to go back to being a stripper in Fresno with no prospects? NO!
She decided she’d give the Queen gig a go.
What’s the worst that could happen?
THE END!