A-Cup Angst

The voices were clear and he soon recognized the alto of Sandra Grant, a flat-chested girl of average height from his class that had hazel curls she kept boyishly short, and the silky voice of Rose Romano, a petite girl with a perky behind and long, auburn hair. He had admired Sandra for her beautiful blue eyes and dimpled smile, and he was surprised that the kind-hearted girl would be a witch. He tried to listen close, but the girls spent an hour engaged in inane gossip.

Just as he thought he would lose his mind listening to their drivel, they finally started to talk shop. Now he concentrated and began to piece together a narrative from the snippets of their meandering conversation filled with bragging over successful spells.

"Well, girls," said Helena with a tone of formality, "Now that the last of our coven has finally turned eighteen, we can begin our work in earnest."

The other girls congratulated Rose on her recent birthday and she thanked them before asking, "I still don't get why I have to be eighteen to cast any serious spells? All the books I've ever read that had useful spells in them said, basically, turn thirteen and rock on!"

Jamie heard Sandra sigh heavily before saying, "The laws of magic state no spell with permanent effects or malicious intent can be cast on a minor, they don't state what age that is. In medieval Europe, you were thirteen, you were pulling your own weight. Here and now, it's eighteen."

"Still doesn't make sense," said Rose quietly.

"Never mind that," said Helena, in a diplomatic tone of voice, "we're eighteen, Jacobs is eighteen, everyone involved is of age by the laws of our land and we can proceed."

Now Helena finally made a coherent lecture, and Jamie listened intently. She began with how the spell form was drawn on the floor and then stated that the spell was made up of four parts. The first part was the initiating chant, then came the desired change stated plainly by the witch, and then came five repetitions of a chant during which the price was stated. This brought the other three witches to an audible snap and they peppered Helena with questions. Helena responded to the questions in turn. As long as Jamie was nearby, the spell saw him as a willing participant in the exchange. As long as Jamie didn't speak the price aloud and in the proper form during the five repetitions of the chant, they got what they wanted without giving up anything in return.

Jamie was a little angry at such an exchange. Then Sandra asked, "So it's an exchange, and we don't give anything, but we receive breasts, so what does Jacobs give, it's not like he's got boobs?"

The girls giggled and then Helena answered, "He gives away his life force, it's the only thing that can empower such a thing as permanent bodily modification." Jamie was stunned. This was why he was so tired lately.

"How much life force are we talking about," inquired Sandra.

"Oh, a couple of months' worth," replied Helena, like it was no big thing, "He's young, so it won't show."

Blood rushing to Jamie's temples almost drowned out the wiretap. "So, we're shortening his life," asked Sandra, almost casually.

"Well, yeah," said Sonya, "but it's not like it matters, he dies a year or two earlier than he's supposed to, and we get proper boobs! Besides, who gives a shit about some loser like Jacobs?" Jamie was enraged beyond belief. If he had a gun, he would shoot them dead right now, from where he was sitting.

The girls slowly, but casually, agreed that, them having what they ought to have, was worth such an inconsequential price. Jamie expected something like that from Helena and Sonya, the two were heartless, spoiled, rich cunts, but he hardly ever met Rose and he thought that Sandra was a much better person than that. His rage kept growing and growing. Then he was snapped from inert rage by Sonya declaring she's going first and Helena saying she needs to check to make sure Jamie isn't doing something that might accidentally wind up as a statement of a price.

Jamie minimized his screen and loaded a replay of a game. Just as he did this, he heard the girls comment on how lame and pathetic he was, playing video games alone on a Saturday evening. Jamie's inner voice just kept repeating the formal statement of the price in an attempt to come up with an adequate one. Nothing he could think of in his enraged state of mind seemed enough, and his headphones relayed Sonya's voice chanting.

Finally, Mitchell said, "I, Sonya Mitchell, daughter of the winds, sister to the tides, wish for a natural enlargement of my breasts to a size equivalent to a standard US D cup."

As Sonya started to repeat the price naming chant, Jamie wished for more time to think of a fitting price and/or punishment for the witch. But he couldn't think of anything. His roving eyes stopped for a moment on his collection of ticket stubs, namely the one for Django Unchained he saw last weekend. Suddenly it all clicked. "I, Jamie Jacobs, do hereby name as your price, Sonya Mitchell, becoming my obedient slave for the rest of your natural life," he hissed furiously just before she ended the fifth repetition of the chant.

Jamie heard the girls congratulating Sonya on successfully casting the spell and he repeated the price on the next two girls. Once they were his slaves, he could do whatever he wanted, and Jamie intended to get his life force back. With interests. After the girls finished all their chants, Jamie heard them cleaning Helena's room and beginning to discuss in what order they would take their shots from him. Then Helena detonated a proverbial thermonuclear warhead inside Jamie's skull.

Jamie's heart stopped as his mind rebelled against what it had heard, wishing it unheard. "His semen carries his life force," said Helena, matter-of-factly, "and having it applied to the outside of your skin is really inefficient. If you want it fast, you need to take it into yourself. You know, the old fashioned way."

Sonya exclaimed how horrible it would be to have him pawing at them, and, for a moment, Jamie's panic abated. He was a virgin and the thought of his first time being under mind control, and then wiped from his mind, unnerved him to no end. Even if it would net him three slave witches, he didn't want it to happen that way.

"Well," said Helena, "you can have him cum on the floor and then step on it, but that way, it'll take you about a hundred sessions. Getting it on your boobs is the only practical substitute for sexual exchange."

He nearly doubled over in physical pain when the low pitched voice of Rose Romano declared that she would do it the fast way, consequences be damned.

Helena declared that taking his life force through sex would wind up achieving Rose's goal of C cups in two or three sessions, instead of her own three weeks' time.

Sandra jumped on the bandwagon stating that it would be an act of charity to "give the boy a little something something in return".

In the space of a minute, they had elevated Jamie from raw sewage material, to worthy of a pity fuck, and Jamie nearly wept with relief when Sonya said she would still prefer to just have him cum on her bosom. "You guys just remember," said Helena seriously, "it doesn't matter if you mix it up a little. You can take his cum the slow way, sprayed on, or the fast way, sex, and you can alternate your methods of retrieval freely so long as you do it within a lunar month." Jamie prayed for the spraying.

"So, that's twenty eight more days," said Rose after a moment's pause, "We won't all make it going the slow way."

Sonya reluctantly agreed and stated that it would be wise of all of them to mount Jamie the first time, and then continue on with the slow method. Jamie couldn't take any more listening to them talk about violating his body and mind in such a casual manner, so he minimized everything and left it recording while he went for a cup of water to alleviate the desert in his throat. After that, he spent some time in the bathroom, alternating between splashing cold water in his face, relieving himself and lying out lud to his reflection that everything will all be alright.

Jamie was thankful his parents never bugged him about sleeping in 'til late on a Sunday and it was half past noon when his mother showed up in his bedroom and gotten him to come down for lunch. Sunday lunch was the start of a five hour block of family time in the Jacobs household, and there were no excuses for cutting out. Jamie sat and chatted with his parents and baby sister, who was barely civil to the rest of the family.

Jamie couldn't believe he was so tired after sleeping for so long. He never got up later than ten a.m. on a Sunday, and here he was with three extra hours of sleep, nearly offending his mother's cooking with his lackluster intake of food. After lunch, but before the family movie time, he stretched and went to the bathroom. Coming to his room to change t-shirts, he glanced out his window at Helena's window and was curious to see movement in the slit of her curtains.

He decided to take a peek and turned on his computer and then turned on the spy software on Helena's phone. It stated it was being recharged, but that didn't matter, as only a dead battery was a hindrance to him. Still, the phone was nowhere near any action, so he activated it's bluetooth and, sure enough, a mobile device with Sonya Mitchell's number popped up. He transmitted the spy software on that phone, bypassing it's flawed security and installed it.

Now he heard Sonya's voice exclaiming, "Thirty-two cee? You rotten cuntwhore!" and then three voices exploding in giggles. In a minute he realized that Sonya and Rose had stayed the night at Helena's and were now on Sonya's phone talking to Sandra to hear how much her breasts have grown, but that didn't make any sense to Jamie, unless...

With shaking fingers, he called up his power usage records, hoping against hope that they wouldn't show... Yep, his computer powered down from idle on it's own at eight thirty last night. With a cold, sinking feeling in his gut, he listened to the three remaining girls in Helena's room talking about their new boobs.

His father angrily called up to his room for him to come down for family time. Jamie didn't bother acknowledging the call or reacting to being called a worthless, lazy lout for the umpteenth time.

He brought up the recording of last night's wiretap and saw it was stopped at the last save he made, the rest lost in the automatic shutdown. He was taken. He was taken in the night, against his will, by a trio of witches, and it was rubbed out of his mind. Apparently, he came and gave them his life force and he didn't know which thing cheesed him off more, the fact that he was taken, or the fact that he had sex and couldn't remember it.

The rest of Sunday passed unnoticed by Jamie. He lost himself in thoughts of vengeance. He formulated a plan. Then he formulated several backup plans, each more cruel than the last. He was going to enjoy himself in no time. There was only one issue nagging him. Would they become his slaves after their breasts fully grew, or are they becoming more obedient as they changed cup size? There was only one way to find out. Jamie wished he could find it within himself to be patient and find out in time, but he burned for revenge.

On Monday, Sandra sat through biology class, her attention divided between the lecture and the sight of Jamie Jacobs three seats over. Despite herself, she found that she was thinking of him more and more often during the day. He was, after all, her very first man. She quickly lost track of the teacher as she reminisced on Saturday night.

Helena had led Jamie into her room, his eyes vacant, and ordered him to strip. He was the first boy Sandra saw in the flesh and she drank in the sight. Helena ordered him to get hard and Sandra blushed seeing her first erection. She remembered how hot she got watching him stroke himself and then splatter his seed over Helena's bosom. Helena exclaimed that she felt she was finished.

Rose took him by the hand and lay him down on the bed. She got naked and impaled herself on him, riding him for mere minutes, before she climaxed noisily. None of the girls giggled or laughed at the animalistic rutting that was happening before them. They were all mesmerized by the sight of Rose grinding herself against the boy's pelvis. Finally, Helena reminded her that it was Jamie who needed to cum for the spell to work, and Rose began to hop up and down his hard shaft, until he did just that.

As Rose and Jamie were catching their breaths, Sandra was watching their genitals in fascination. The smells that were saturating the air were making her pussy leak. Sonya went next. She stripped naked and ordered Jamie hard and slowly lowered herself. She stopped after she took in an inch, and rose up sharply, proclaiming it impossible in a panic. Sandra just watched mutely. Helena and Rose started to gently stroke Sonya and calm her down with soothing words and encouragements.

Sandra knew exactly how the girl felt, she was an 18 year old virgin as well, and as hot as witnessing the fucking made her, she was still quite scared of getting her v-card punched. She felt lucky Sonya had jumped up first and so she could witness a deflowering before she went through it herself.

The girls calmed Sonya down and got her to confess she trusted them. They cooed relaxing words in her ear and she closed her eyes, twisting her pelvis in circles to rub her clit and pussy lips against Jamie's erection. Sandra observed that Sonya was leaving a slimy trail on the red head of the cock. Helena whispered something in Jamie's ears and he took Sonya's hips in his hands. Helena and Rose asked Sonya if she was ready. She nodded yes and the two girls kissed either side of her neck.

Helena and Rose grabbed one shoulder each and bit down on Sonya's neck. Sonya opened her mouth to protest or scream, but then the girls pushed down on her shoulders, and Jamie pulled on her hips, and his cock vanished completely up Sonya's pussy. Sandra searched her face. Sonya looked to be deep in concentration for a few moments. Rose and Helena did their best to calm her down. Soon, Sonya was bouncing up and down Jamie's shaft with increasing delight.

After they came, Sonya went to the bathroom and Jamie was given ten minutes to gather his strength. Now Sandra was no longer fascinated, but nervous. Rose and Helena started to undress her and Sandra couldn't resist their gentle hands. They proclaimed themselves her sisters, there to help her become a woman, and Sandra relaxed into their arms.

Sandra was daydreaming in the biology classroom about the other night when she had sex with a spelled Jamie Jacobs. Her pussy was wet as she thought back to the phenomenal feeling of his cock parting her pussy lips and stretching her around himself. The physical sensations were, in her mind, a distant second to the emotional context of the night. She was held in the loving arms of her sisters, feeling a greater closeness with them than she ever thought possible, and she was being taken by a boy. Despite being on top, and him being in thrall, Sandra felt that his penetration of her was making him the dominant one, and she liked it that way.

The bell rang and she snapped out of her reverie, realizing she missed half the lecture. Now was not the time to goof off in class, she was wait-listed at a few out of state universities and she needed to keep her grades up if she wanted to study away from home and establish her own coven. Just as she stood up, Jamie was next to her. She blushed from head to toe and she felt like someone was running an acetylene torch over her face and neck.

"Tell me the truth," Jamie demanded. "You missed half this class, didn't you? You were thinking about something else."

Sandra couldn't bring herself to lie and she admitted the truth with a mere, "Yes."

"You want my notes." Jamie stated, more than asked, and Sandra admitted to herself that was true. She nodded and Jamie smiled. Something about that smile felt off to Sandra, but she ignored it as Jamie said, "Meet me after school, today at the south parking lot." Sandra nodded and Jamie moved off. She finally let out a deep breath she didn't know she was holding.

Sandra spent the rest of the day deep in thought. She was obviously having feelings about Jamie Jacobs, and she hated herself for being so docile in his presence. Regardless of the spell, Jamie was her first man, and Sandra felt claimed by him, up to a point. She decided to meet him just as he instructed.

Jamie had a wide smile when he saw her approach. Sandra again blushed as she walked up to him and opened her mouth. "Don't say a thing," said Jamie, and Sandra complied. "Come to my house with me, you can copy my notes there." Jamie turned and took off. Sandra skipped a bit to catch up to him and walked with him, not making a peep.

When they got to his house, Sandra wondered what she was doing there. Why didn't he just let her borrow the notes for a day? Why didn't they go to the copy place? She opened her mouth and he put his finger on her lips, saying, "Shhhhh, don't talk. You want me."

Sandra blushed anew. Hell, yeah, she wanted him! She wanted him to bend her over and plow her pussy until the cows came home, but, how did he know that?

"I can see it plainly in your eyes," he said. "Relax," he instructed, and she did. She started taking orders from Jamie. He ordered her to take off her top and she did. "Relax," he ordered, "You like that I'm taking the lead."

Again, Sandra's apprehension dwindled. Jamie was taking the lead and she liked it. "You want to have sex with me," he said, "You want to enjoy yourself. You want to give me pleasure."

"These things are true," thought Sandra, as she felt herself getting more aroused with each passing second.

"Don't think of anything but having sex with me," said Jaime.

With that order from Jamie, Sandra's thoughts left her, one by one, and she let them. She was now soaking wet and she took off her bra on her own. Jamie stopped giving her orders as he watched her rub her tits. He finally swallowed and told her, "Tell me the truth of what you think of me and having sex with me."

"I want you," she simply said, and Jamie's jaw fell. "I want you to have sex with me as often as you like and I would prefer it to be very often, please." Sandra blushed. Where did this courage to talk to a boy, in that way, come from? She continued nonetheless. "You were my first ever lover and it was an amazing experience."

"Did," Jamie swallowed, "Did you like it?" His brow twitched in suspicion.

Thoughts kept cropping up in the back of Sandra's mind and trying to alarm her to something. Sandra felt too relaxed to be able to dwell on them. She was already naked before the boy, why should she not bare her mind to him as well? She smiled warmly and said, "Yes, I loved it. I used to fantasize about being a man's sex slave, any strong man's, but, this morning, I fantasized about being your slave."

Jamie gaped at her in stunned disbelief. "What," he barked.

"When I woke up," continued Sandra, "I lay on my bed and thought about being your slave, naked at your feet and obeying your every command. It made me squirm and pant in heat."

If anyone had ever told him a female creature would ever say something like that to him, Jamie would have known with certainty that they were insane, but now... He could not have been more disoriented if the Sun suddenly started to rise in the North and set in the South. He blinked and cleared his throat and then swallowed a few times. "Did you," he paused, not really believing he was asking this, "touch yourself?"

"No," she answered. "I never touch myself," she paused and emphasized, "you know, down there, when I fantasize about being a sex slave. I always grab my headboard, like my hands were tied to it, and then writhe and rub my thighs together. I love being turned on like that, and wanting to stroke my nubbin, but being unable to. I love thinking of myself as chattel. As a prized possession that's helpless to even give herself pleasure without her owner around. This morning, I dreamed I was your property."