A Midsummer Night's Swell

"Am I right or not?"

A few seconds passed before she responded. "More or less, but how...how do you know that?"

"Because I was there. I gave you that wonderful figure and the body to handle them. Haven't you ever noticed that you don't feel strained by their weight? Haven't you ever felt like you were blessed?"

"I...who are you? What do you want with Clara?"

"I'm the Boob Faerie and I need to talk with that young lady. I am however, in a hurry so I have a proposition for you. You let her off shift now and in exchange, I'll double your size."

"Double?" She glanced over her shoulder at the booth. "Make it triple?"

Aine put a finger to her chin as she thought a moment. Tripling this woman's bust would mean a mortal would rival her in size, but that was hardly an issue. If anything, it was a point in her favor since Jadine could provide a considerable amount of devotion. In fact, she could require it. However, it also meant that she only had enough dust to bump Clara up a little.

Actually...that was perfect. Then she would have an excuse to linger. As for the other person who was supposed to be blessed, she would make it up to them somehow. The Butt Faerie owed her a favor or two.

"You can have triple the size, but if you do, you my name will always be on your lips when you pleasure yourself."

"Having a goddess like you on my mind will only make me feel better."

"It's a deal then?" Aine extended her hand. Jadine could not shake on it fast enough. "Why don't we go somewhere private?"

"There's an employee bathroom. It has a door lock."

"That will do nicely."

Alone in the surprisingly clean bathroom, Aine summoned her wings and fluttered them like mad, covering Jadine in her dust. The glowing motes vanished quickly leaving no sign anything out of the ordinary had happened.

Then there was an audible gurgle. Jadine's collar began to stretch as her bust shifted under her already strained shirt. The edge of her bra became visible as her tits began to overflow what Aine knew to be a 40F.

She was still holding Jadine's hand. Partially so she felt the woman's pulse begin to race, but also to ensure she really did get triple the size. She wiggled her fingers against the mortals and felt part of her disguise fall away. At the same time, Jadine bit her lip to half stifle a deep moan. No doubt the sensation of getting blessed not just for a second time, but also by direct contact, was overwhelming for a mortal.

With two sources of growth potential working on them, Jadine's measurements grew even faster. As her bust passed 40H, the straps pulled tight to stand out against the cloth. Her boobs already looked like they were bigger than her head, but this was barely anything. Flesh with nowhere else to go swelled out of her collar, inflating her cleavage by inches every few seconds.

Aine watched with barely contained lust as Jadine's stiff nipples peeked out of the cups of her balconette. Like her tits as a whole, they were growing in their own way. Breath by breath the pair of nubs expanded, growing thicker and more prominent. At the same time, the growing woman's areolae were changing as well. The sensitive skin spread outwards, even faster than the natural rate of expansion from her growth. Pressed against her shirt, the bumps spread over them were growing increasingly noticeable as their density increased.

Jadine was gasping by now, her eyes were unfocused. She was rubbing her legs against each other, the sound of squelching just audible over the gurgling of her expansion. She had to be a 40J now, perhaps more. Her grip had weakened and Aine moved to let go when suddenly the woman grabbed her by the wrist and forced her hand under her shirt.

For Aine, even brushing Jadine's boob with her bare hand set off an explosion of warmth which traveled up her arm to her own bosom and made her gasp. The growing woman jerked her shirt up and over her head, letting her swollen bust spill out. Watching them grow like balloons being filled with water made the Queen of Boobs shudder. She pushed her hand to one, the curve giving slightly under under her touch. Even after just a second, they had to be 40K judging from how they were barely held in check by a bra much too small for them.

"Ugh, need to get this off!"

"I'll help you," Aine said, reaching around to the clasps. It did not occur to her that they would collide or that it would feel so good to have someone nearly the same size as her in her arms. There was a grinding sensation against her forearms. Feeling a surge of strength, she jerked on the band and pulled some of the eyelets out of the seams. The already great pressure from Jadine's growth, along with her getting just a little broader, snapped it the rest of the way.

Freed from their constraints, the mortal's tear drop-shaped boobs hung nearly to her waist, their volume easily rivaled melons. She hefted them, her eyes going wide as she realized the reality of her situation. "They're still not big enough...please...I'll do anything if you'll just make it so I grow more!"

She leaned into Aine in an embrace of super soft skin. The fae could feel herself heating up as she sank into the 42K embrace. All of a sudden her body shuddered as an unexpected orgasm rushed up her spine. In that state of mind, there was little she would not do for her partner.

Half out of her mind from the surprising amount of pleasure, Aine undid the spell on her other hand and reached out with it as well. The rush of energy as mana flowed from her into the mortal was almost as intense as her lovemaking with Carissa that morning.

Jadine's growth resumed, the curve of her boobs rapidly growing more absurd. It was not long before they surpassed both her waist and shoulders. Her areolae were growing bigger than Aine's palms. Their bumpy surface was like a deeply pink crushed velvet. Her nipples were easily as thick as a quarter at their base and they curved into domes nearly three inches long. Jadine was probably a 42M at this point. Much more than triple her size a few minutes ago.

"Are you satisfied now, mortal?"

"Please," she begged as she ran her hands over them. "Just a little more?"

Feeling challenged, Aine pulled off her own top, the spell breaking further. She pulled the other woman close, making as much of their skin touch as possible. The pair hummed from the level of mana being transferred. With each breath, it felt like Jadine added another couple inches to her bust.

It was only a few seconds later that Aine's magic sputtered and the effect faded. By then Jadine's torso had come to be dominated by her tits, which were in turn dominated by her areolae. They were so vast she could barely contain them in her arms and the dark pink circles flowed over both above and below. That was not all that had changed though, Aine could feel a strong attraction emanating from the mortal. Something even stronger than devotion.

"How do you feel, Jadine?"

"I...I'm so happy right now. Thank you, my lady. Truly. I love them. I love...I love you. I love you and I don't even know your name."

"Aine, but you can call me Lady Aine."

"Yes, Lady Aine."

"Now, can I please have Clara for the evening."

"As you will it, my lady."

"And I do. So, let us return." Aine created Jadine a bra and top for her new measurements. Even going so far as to make her wardrobe at home morph to also match. It was the least she could do for her new zealot. She pulled her shirt back down over her rack and restored the frayed parts of her disguise. That seemed to lessen the trance-like state Jadine was in and by time they returned to the booth, she was perfectly normal.

"There you...are...wow." Clara seemed at a loss for words when she saw Jadine. Her eyes narrowed as her gaze flicked between the two impossibly endowed women. "Did you...?"

"I did." Aine said, a grin spreading over her face. "And I can do the same for you, if you want."

Clara paused and then nodded enthusiastically. "Maybe not that big, but some extra up top would be nice."

"Oh, we can make that happen. That is definitely something that can happen." (To Be Continued Next Month!)