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Tempest sat in her laboratory, atop a stool, working on a new incantation. This would be more complex than any of her previous ones, and would require a large store of magic. She wasn't quite ready, and wanted more stored power, but she had progressed far enough to begin designing the details of the ritual circle. Her new life was rapidly becoming about research and experimentation.

It had been several weeks since what she called her Change. She'd inadvertently bound herself to multiple patrons simultaneously -- Fertility, Familiar, Fusion, and Dragon. At the time she'd been an ordinary young woman, albeit a smart one with an interest in sorcery. Her collection of magic tomes had been modest and mostly a curiosity, until she'd put on a pair of thin spectacles that had been hidden in one of the books.

The spectacles changed everything, they suddenly made the arcane scribblings a degree of comprehensible, and in her excitement she'd read a variety of passages from a variety of tomes. Which, it turns out, with a little luck, can bind you to not just one source of power but four disparate ones. She'd learned much more about the nature of magical patrons since her Change, and now realized just how lucky she'd been. Many patrons hated each other. To accidentally pick four who don't, and to furthermore catch them in a sharing mood, was unprecedented.

Within minutes, they had remade Tempest to their specifications. She was, herself, all about sharing now. In a sense.

Tempest stood up from her work. She'd been hunched over her books for hours and needed it. She looked around the study and laboratory she'd set up in her old house. It was warm inside, and she was currently nude, with her favorite red robe lying on the floor beside the work table. She wasn't sure where Chomper had gone, though she could sense her familiar nearby. They could feel each other's thoughts, see through each other's senses when they wanted.

She raised her arms above her head, spread her wings, and stretched, working some of the stiffness free. It felt good.

Her body had been remade into something like a humanoid cat, and she liked the results very much. She was a bit over six feet tall, toned and fit with wide hips. She had a beautiful coat of fur, with a cream color down her front and all her breasts, fading to a darker silver on her limbs and back. With some blue stripes on the outside, oddly, a quirky choice on the part of her patrons.

Her face had a cream colored muzzle fading to silver at her forehead, with dark triangular ears up top. Her eyes had vertical pupils and were a stunning metallic blue, one of her favorite parts. In a mirror, she thought she had a striking glare.

All these feline features were mixed with a few draconic elements, notably her claws and sturdier more numerous teeth, a bit more prominent muzzle, and her tail was a little stockier than you'd expect from a feline. Plus the wings on her back of course.

In balance though, most of the draconic elements had gone to Chomper. Ironic, since he'd started as a cat.

As she relaxed again she looked down at the six heavy breasts adorning her front. They were big, these last few days. Going by eye, the top pair might be something like a J cup currently, with the other sets progressively smaller. They jutted out proudly, with silvery-grey nipples poking through her creamy front fur. Her revised proportions had left her a bit long in the torso, so they fit her front quite well, the bottom pair just above her naval. She could feel their weight, but she was magically stronger than she looked. Good thing, she thought, she'd hate to have back problems from her plentiful, sometimes-bountiful boobery.

She shook her chest and watched all six of them jostle briefly before settling back down. Nice firmness for their size at the moment, she thought.

In the intervening weeks she'd had time to understand her strange new post-Change anatomy, and as she and Chomper had settled into their new roles her patrons had adapted their bodies further. He'd lost his extra tits, only having two now. She, most definitely, had not. His penis had grown prodigiously, while hers had shrunk, and was mostly hidden away in her sheath when not in use. Tempest did not even have testicles any more, though perhaps that was her Draconic patron moving them internally. Hard to say. Her body was not of her own design.

Her Fusion patron, she suspected, was the one who brokered a deal between her others -- and the one who had made her and Chomper both male and female, both feline and dragon. They both retained all these elements, though she'd found she preferred her female side and Chomper his male side, thus her patrons' adjustments.

Her many breasts were not just for fun, though she did appreciate how they fit the feline theme. They were actually her most important feature, in some ways. They would grow larger as she stored more magic, and depending on the type of magic they would sometimes be firm, other times soft, her nipples would change and become more or less sensitive. She could harbor much more magic than an ordinary practitioner, thanks to this ability. It was the result of her Fertility patron working with her Fusion patron to create the extras, she believed. Sometimes she was surprised they hadn't given her eight tits, or ten, but perhaps she shouldn't give them any ideas.

A few weeks ago, her breasts had grown so large and soft that she'd gotten to her hands and knees and gently laid down on them, supporting her whole body like a warm bean bag chair. She had laughed, grinning at the feeling, it was so strange. Chomper had laughed sensing this, and she invited him to enter her in response, and shortly he was rocking her back and forth on all her big beautiful boobs as they fucked. She remembered how good he felt inside her, and that fun and funny rocking sensation. It was one of her favorite times together. They'd spent about twenty minutes that way, and of course she'd been even bigger afterwards.

That was yet another feature of her new body. She and Chomper were an experiment that had never before been tried, or so she believed. Normally a sorcerer would need to slowly accumulate power before a big incantation, a thing that took weeks or months. But she had Chomper. Her familiar did not use sorcery himself, but could still generate it and store it. Their couplings allowed her to absorb his magic for her own purposes.

By working together her four patrons had made a follower could not only store substantially more magic, but recharge faster as well. No individual patron could have created the system she now embodied. All this from some sloppy reading on her part.

And luck, she knew. Definitely luck. A lot of luck. Tons of luck.

She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. All about sharing, the pair of them. She was still fascinated by what she'd become, and was certain there were details of their anatomy and situation she didn't understand yet. She smoothed out her fur, folded her draconic wings behind her, and returned to designing the ritual circle.

A minute later she heard the sturdy, quiet footfalls of Chomper. She didn't look up, but through their shared connection knew what was about to happen. He'd sensed her fantasizing about their earlier coupling and as a dutiful familiar was offering to fulfill her unspoken wish. She of course consented, but also she wished to continue her work. He would understand.

Chomper had once been a cat, but now he was primarily bipedal. Almost seven feet tall, with lithe masculine proportions and features like a humanoid dragon, though he'd retained his feline fur and had lovely blue cat eyes like her own. He was silver in color, with darker stripes along his back and extending onto his long thick tail. He leaned forward as he walked, head forwards, using his tail for balance, and had a flexible dragonlike neck nearly a foot and a half long. Like Tempest he was both genders, though his preferred masculine role had become much more pronounced. Heavy balls hung between his legs, with a large visible sheath above them. His vagina was perfectly sized to please Tempest, but it got rather less use.

He would do his best to give Tempest everything she wanted. He approached her from behind, his head almost two feet above hers, then lowered his big dragon head to sniff her fur. She always smelled good. He gave her cat-like ear a friendly lick, saying hello.

"Hello to you too, Chompie", Tempest replied.

She sensed him mentally inquire how the studying was going. Quite well, she was in the zone, actually. Oh, well, I'd hate to distract you. No no, stay, but let's be professional about it. Okay, but if you get too distracted it's all your fault. Hey, I'm the master here, that's my call.

She leaned forward, still standing, resting her elbows and upper pairs of breasts on the table, making herself comfortable while giving him easy access. She spread her wings a little, making sure they didn't block anything.

The wings were a draconic feature Chomper notably lacked, and Tempest intended to do something about that. They were supposed to be a pair after all, and what kind of balance was his lack of wings? Both of them knew this was what she was currently devising. She felt Chomper lift her tail out of the way, and she spread her stance to better accommodate... oh yes, there it was.

Chomper's cock had become the largest she'd ever seen. A draconic shaft almost 18 inches long, dark grey, with ridges along its lower side. She felt it probing her entrance, the pointed tip pushing up into her cleft, and tried to relax as she opened one of her reference tomes and turned through the pages. She would be the picture of professionalism. She hummed a little as she worked.

Tempest double-checked the locations of marks on her ritual circle, only a bit distracted as the massive penis slowly, gently, began invading her body. It was a welcome feeling, it had been a couple days. Inch after inch disappeared into her, ridge after ridge subtly teasing her clit as it passed her lower lips. After perhaps a minute it was halfway, and she felt his breasts brush against her wings, and his large four-fingered hands firmly grip her waist. Chomper was strong.

Their Fertility patron had made them for each other, literally, so sinking his entire massive length into Tempest not only worked but felt, well, perfect. Chomper closed his eyes, hands holding her steady, and focused on what she was feeling. He could sense everything she felt, to a degree, and made sure to avoid any discomfort as he sought that perfect spot deep inside. He was very patient, penetrating her slowly over a few minutes, allowing her inner walls to open for him rather than pressure his way in. By the time he was almost to the hilt, she was incredibly wet and very definitely accommodating.

Tempest was cross-referencing lists of draconic and fusion symbols when she felt it, that amazing feeling of complete fullness. God, had he gotten a little bigger, even? It was impossible to ignore how RIGHT she felt with that massive cock inside her, perfectly stretching her perfectly deep pussy, and she let out an audible moan and let her eyes flutter closed. A professional would encourage her underling, surely? She squeezed his length with her inner muscles, welcoming him back to her body.

Then he began moving in and out, slowly, a few inches at a time. His hands slid down to her wide hips, then after a few thrusts drifted forwards to grip her lowest pair of breasts. He should keep out of her way for work, after all.

He had claws, so Chomper was careful to avoid any nicks as he explored her heavy breasts. Her nipples were big and stiff today, perfect for holding onto. Some gentle pinching and tugging was rewarded with an intake of breath from his lovely master. He pushed into her a little harder in response.

Gods, he was so deep! Tempest could never, ever, have had this feeling in her old human body. A penis this massive would have split her in half. Now, however, she could feel those dozens of ridges moving inside her, with the pointed tip seemingly all the way into her chest, behind her upper breasts. She had so much sensitive internal flesh, so much more depth than any ordinary woman. Tempest snuck one hand over and gently pinched one of her upper nipples, enjoying the feel of three of them getting attention. More of these, too.

Tempest let out a quiet satisfied sigh, and returned to her reading, settling in for a long, slow fuck. She felt content, relaxed, and blissfully filled.

---

The next morning, Tempest awoke on her sofa, dressed in her favorite red robe, with a blanket over her. She'd fallen asleep watching TV, and the blanket was Chomper's work no doubt. Last night she'd finished her diagram and had written details of all the incantation's steps. It would work, she thought. It was potentially dangerous to her familiar if she got anything wrong, however, so it seemed best to let a little time pass and review it with fresh eyes.

She pushed herself up into a sitting position, feeling the entire front of her body shift, jostle, and eventually settle. After their session her breasts had grown, of course, and become a little softer. At this point her tits were so large that the bottom pair, perhaps half the size of her top ones, rested partially on her thighs when seated. They rested on top of each other too, so every motion could set her entire collection going.

She ran her left hand up and down between them, through her vast line of cleavages, unbroken all the way from her collar bone down to below her naval. They'd been this big only once before and she felt a thrill, seeing it.

It was weird, right, to feel so turned on by your own body? Before the Change she'd always wanted to be a sorceress, she'd fantasized about it. Now it had not only happened, but transformed her into something profoundly erotic. The thought that her body was literally made for sex and fertility magic, the idea that she could wake up with a veritable forest of gigantic tits, the fact she could stretch herself around a cock more than a foot long. She still got butterflies thinking about it. She kind of hoped she'd never get used to this, never think of it as mundane or un-sexy.

She tried wrapping her arms around her breasts. She could get the top four, sort of, and gave herself a big squishy hug, feeling their sensitive bulk. She lifted them up and buried her face in her own cleavage, enjoying her softness for just for a second, before letting go and watching them all jiggle for several long seconds.

How huge were they now? Maybe an N cup? Did that exist? At a certain point it was hard to judge

This was her burden to bear, she thought wryly. Cursed to always wonder how big her own boobs were. Cursed to constantly have a new center of gravity. Cursed to never again do jumping jacks. Truly, hers was a tragic tale.

But hey, at least she didn't wear a bra anymore.

Her self-play had given her an erection, too, and she reached past her lowest pair to absently stroke her seven-inch cock. It hid itself pretty well inside her sheath, normally. Touching it felt good.

It had been almost two weeks since she gave Chomper a fucking, she thought, they should do that after the incantation tonight, when she was smaller up front. That would be nice.

There was one real question: Did she have enough power, now? She hefted her top pair, sinking her fingers into her soft silvery-cream fur and sensitive flesh. This must be enough, surely... but while the steps for a ritual incantation of this nature were relatively well defined, the exact magic cost depended on a lot of fine details and was difficult to measure. She didn't want to risk Chomper's safety, and it was much better to have too much, than too little.

Okay, enough of this. She very much enjoyed her assets but couldn't spend all day here, she should get ready. She pushed herself to her feet, took a second to find her center of balance, and set about her tasks.

The review of her earlier work looked good. She edited some of her wording for clarity but the content was sound. The diagram seemed right and spot-checking of measurements went well. All of this was documented and stored for future reference. A habit of any proper practitioner, she felt.

The next step had been nerve wracking her first few times, just after her Change. The intricate diagram must be drawn on the floor, made into a large circle almost eight feet in diameter, with its proportions exactly correct, and all the dozens of symbols must match.

She'd gotten this subtly but critically wrong on her third spell, just a few days into her career. She had been working from an existing spell in one of her books, one that would create an illusion causing nearby people to see her differently than she was. She enjoyed her new body but it was, well, extremely exotic looking. And it didn't match her ID cards. And she wanted to drive to the grocery store, dammit.

Tempest had cautiously tested the results by going for an early morning walk, wearing jeans with a tail-hole cut and a very (very) loose t-shirt. It had been perhaps three blocks when she approached a man jogging. He hadn't reacted at first but as they got close to each other his expression suddenly became one of shock, as though he'd seen something very wrong. He'd pointedly fixed his gaze somewhere behind her, and sped up to get past her, then had broken into a full-on run shortly after.

Not an encouraging reaction.

She'd increased her own speed, intending to get back to the house as quickly as possible... then realized she had wings. It was early in the morning and barely a block as the multi-boobed-cat-dragon flies, and she'd barely used her wings. Why not?

When she really stretched her draconic wings they were massive, something like twelve feet across, and she pulled herself up into the air while leaping upwards with all her legs' considerable strength. A few more flaps and she was over the rooftops, headed in the right direction, and simply needed to glide to her back yard and attempt a very un-practiced landing. It was an older neighborhood and the houses weren't jam-packed together, thankfully, with large yards and fencing between them.

Her direction was true, but she had misjudged both her speed and her wingspan. She caught her right wing against a tree branch, went into a spin, and tumbled the last several feet to the ground before smacking herself into the top edge of own back fence. Ow, that had hurt, and she pulled herself to her feet a little woozy before realizing she had overshot to the point of landing in the neighbor's yard. Their dog was barking, a large german shepherd who looked from the far corner of their house and began running in her direction.

Its feet were pounding in the grass, barreling towards her. All she could think about were those teeth embedding themselves into her arm or leg, and in a panic she threw up her hands and spread her wings, trying to look big. It worked, maybe, but not as much as the sudden look of confusion and terror in the dog's eyes as it got closer. It skidded to a stop on its own, tucked its tail between its legs, and slowly backed away to a hiding place, whimpering.

Tempest was now convinced this illusion had something very wrong with it. Her heart was pounding, and she immediately clambered over the fence into her own yard and limped back into her own house.

A review of the incantation showed that she'd transposed a few of the symbols when copying it from the book, and gotten a couple positions wrong besides. She of course had excluded herself and Chomper from the spell so neither of them knew the actual resulting appearance... but it was apparently quite bad. Fixing the transcription errors and casting the spell again meant her second 'test' was much less eventful, and after a couple days she had braved the grocery store with no problems. Finally, fresh milk. That wasn't her own.

This was when she'd ordered the projector.

There was no way she was the first magic user to do this, it seemed far too obvious. It was a high resolution projector like you'd use for a home theater, last year's model so it was on sale. It came with a bracket for mounting in most orientations, and she'd worked with Chomper to get it installed a couple feet from the light fixture in the center of her main spellcasting space, pointed at the floor. He was then tasked with installing a cable run to the far corner, where it could plug into a laptop on a small work desk.

Tempest scanned her new spell's diagram, before moving from the lab to her spellcasting area and making use of that connection. She double checked that the projection wasn't mirrored and went to work, tracing the lines. It was so much easier to be confident in your results, working this way. It took about an hour to get all the linework done, and she took the projector's remote and toggled the backlight on and off a few times, looking for any omissions or differences. Looked good.

Then she summoned her familiar and asked him to double-check. Chomper could be quite detail oriented, and he pointed out a few minor potential issues. Better safe than sorry, and she cleaned up her edges a bit while he got the candles. Ten minutes later they were prepared.

She looked to Chomper and grinned, "Ready for some wings, Chompie?"

His dragony face didn't grin very well, but she could see the interest in his eyes, and sense a bit of nervousness through their connection. His voice was deep and sonorous, with a bit of a hiss at times. "I'd love some, Tempie."

"Don't call me that, show due respect to your master," she said, feigning offense.

"It's only fair," replied the seven-foot cat-lizard. Chompie, indeed, he thought.

"Yeah, yeah. Fine." Tempest crossed her arms below her top set of breasts, attempting a stern look. Her boobs were so large at the moment that this felt almost comical instead, and she cracked a grin. "You'll always be my little fuzzball to me."

"Does your fuzzball need to do anything to prepare himself?"

"Not that I can tell," said Tempest, serious again. "This is a request from us -- myself, I mean, sorry. A request to my Dragon patron and my Fusion patron. You'll be the subject, and the language will ask for a pair of new wings similar to my own. All you need is to be within the circle."

He looked at her for a few seconds, and Tempest felt communication through their shared connection, a brief flood of images and feelings. He was reassuring her that he liked his changed body, that it was strong and unique and useful to the both of them. No changes were really needed. But flying sounded nice, too. He wanted to please her, and liked the idea, but also they didn't need to take risks.

"I know, but I'd like you to be able to fly with me, if we need to. And I know you're trying to hide it but I can feel you're excited, you know. We can literally read each other's feelings."

"Yeah, yeah. Fine." he replied, out loud. It was Chomper's turn to fold his arms and look stern. His attempt was much more successful than hers, given his proportions.

He'd gained so much draconic heritage it was odd he didn't have wings already, thought Tempest. She looked over him. His body was vaguely serpentine with lean but muscular legs and arms, and a long flexible neck with a very draconic head complete with two horns sweeping backwards from his temples. His tail was heavy and lizardlike, extending several feet behind him. He was comfortable either walking on his hind legs or all fours, like a dragon. His claws were always out, they couldn't be retracted like hers could. All this was very dragony. But no wings. Weird.

She was glad he'd kept his fur and striped markings, and his very catlike ears, a reminder of when he'd just been her pet, even if his color was different now.

Maybe she shouldn't mess with his shape, it really was nice. Kind of regal, almost. She'd grown to find it attractive.

Chomper sensed all this. He approached and put his hands on her upper arms, looking down into her eyes. He gave her a few gentle licks across the top of her head and ears, another catlike habit he'd retained. She thought it was strange, coming from an intelligent creature... but also never complained. It made him happy, and the grooming felt good.

"You'll do great," he said.

---

There it was. The feeling.

Tempest wondered what normal sorcerers felt when they completed a spell. A little tired, maybe? Or even nothing? Nobody made much note of it in the books. A million diagrams, she thought, but so little human interest writing. Or, well, whatever her species was now.

For Tempest it was sort of relieving. A lightening of the load as her breasts grew smaller and softer. She let out a breath and and focused on it. The sensation honestly was very pleasant, like lactation being drained from all her tits at once, a pressure she didn't even notice until it was fading. A nice reward for a job well done.

She returned her attention to the spell, looking at Chomper within the circle. He'd gained a faint glow. Something was happening.

She could see it with her own eyes, and feel it through his senses. That feeling they'd first felt several weeks ago, of bone and flesh shifting and being remade. It was working!

Chomper's shoulders writhed and shook as the musculature was changed. They grew a little broader, then his upper arms began to thicken, and a crease formed down their sides. His elbows locked, and the crease crept down his arms until his hands also began to swell. It was uncomfortable, almost painful, and Tempest reassured him he'd be okay through their shared connection.

He tried to curl his tail around him tightly, but even the base of his tail felt sore. His reflex was to try to hug himself, apply pressure to the pain, but his limbs wouldn't work. They were changing and unfinished.

There was a sudden wet crack as his shoulders divided, one pair atop the other now. The crease down his arms broadened and the pain intensified as his arms continued to swell, on their way to dividing in the same way. Over the course of a minute his muscles grew hot, spasming and writhing, he felt his bones split, and his joints rebuilt themselves as he transitioned to be more like his master. And then it was done.

Tempest was horrified. Oh no, no. What had she done wrong? Tempest's mind raced, but she tried to still it and send positive feelings to her companion. Please. Please be okay. No! No, you are okay! You will be okay.

Chomper still had his eyes closed tightly, taking deep breaths, but as the pain faded he began to sense her feelings and realized they were complicated, frightened. He gritted his teeth, trying to mentally prepare. His heart was pounding, his breath ragged. Something was wrong. But he was still alive, that was good. He opened his eyes.

Tempest watched as Chomper discovered his four hands. His arms had divided, one set right above the other. He turned them back and forth, the lower pair noticeably clumsy.

This wasn't what he expected. But they felt... okay, he thought. No more pain, a sort of pins and needles feeling as they were moved for the first time, but they matched his originals and seemed functional. He tried to move them, both right hands kept going in the same direction, doing the same things. He had to search his mind, concentrate to get them moving independently. That would take getting used to.

Suddenly he was surrounded by warm softness, as Tempest plowed into him from his left side, wrapping her arms and wings around him in a massive hug.

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. Are you okay? PLEASE tell me you're okay," she was sobbing, and nearly in a panic, he could sense it.

He was seated on the ground, cross legged now, long thick tail splayed behind him, and Tempest was in a crouch. He pushed her back a bit, awkward with his new uncoordinated hands, then wrapped all four of them around her, returning her hug. His neck was just long enough to wrap around her own, curving it behind hers so their heads ended up side by side, facing the same direction. He nuzzled her, snout to snout.

"I'm okay. It's okay. Everything's fine," he said. He tried to think reassuring thoughts. He squeezed her a little tighter, and with considerable difficulty moved his upper pair of hands to just below her wing joints, and his lower pair to the small of her back. This really would take getting used to.

"I hurt you. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry about your wings." She was shaking, and he felt her bury her face in his fur, against the base of his neck.

"It's okay," he said, softly. "Just... well, think how much more handy I'll be."

She laughed, sniffling, and wrapped her wings a little tighter around them.

They stayed that way for a few long minutes, sharing each other's feelings, wrapped in each other's limbs, waiting for Tempest's heart to stop pounding.

---

The mistake, as these things often were, was simple. Not even a mistake, depending on your attitude. The language that arced along the inside of the outer circle of her diagram was clear but not iron-clad, and was adapted from language for Draconic magic. It had left some interpretation to her patrons. Apparently, they had decided she needed a more handy assistant, as Chomper had put it.

And that was it. She could try again but now that he was STARTING with six limbs the whole premise of the request actually had to change, the spell would affect almost nothing. Very little of her earlier work was relevant now.

Tempest sighed, and closed her reference manual in frustration, hard enough to make a loud slapping sound. She was wearing her soft red robe, seated on the stool at the work table in her research room. She placed her head in her hands and stared at the tabletop angrily. A normal sorcerer with a single patron would have fewer interpretation problems, she was sure.

She needed to learn to be very specific, even more than the book examples tended to be. It wasn't that she didn't trust her patrons, on the contrary it was important to remember that they WANTED her to be successful. Her understanding was that when you had a patron you'd learn their attitude towards things, how they operated, what they thought was the right approach, and over time you'd work with that and lean into those properties. But she had multiple patrons, a situation none of her books wrote about in any seriousness. She had gradually concluded they shared the load, sort of talked with each other, divided the work around to whoever was best suited. Who did what, and how, was a negotiation that she didn't have visibility into.

If she'd only had her Draconic patron, there was good odds Chomper would have wings right now. But changing either of their bodies necessarily required the involvement of her Fusion patron as well, being the unique hybrids that they were. That patron clearly didn't consider wings an important physical feature in the same way, and so the mostly dragon-centric language wasn't clear enough. She suspected her Fusion patron had opted for a re-interpretation.

This was all theory, of course. But they were intelligent forces, so it made some kind of sense.

Tempest slumped in her stool, looking over at the reference tome again. Probably. It made some kind of sense, PROBABLY. To a sorceress only a couple months into her career.

Gods, she was an idiot. This was too risky, she'd tried it too soon. She barely knew what she was doing!

She caught a glimpse of herself from behind, sensing through her familiar's eyes for a moment. She turned her head and glared at him. He stood just inside the doorway, his (now) top set of arms (her fault) crossed, watching her. He knew full well they couldn't sneak up on each other, and wasn't really trying, she was just distracted by beating herself up.

His own expression was quizzical. Can I come in? Of course he could.

She got off the stool, standing as he approached. She felt angry and pouty, and avoided eye contact. Her body was lighter than it'd been earlier today, that was nice, at least.

The extra arms were obvious but the spell had adjusted Chomper's body in more subtle ways, too. He used to typically be about seven feet tall, at least as he normally stood with head and neck tilted forward, tail back. Now he was more like seven and a half. A longer torso to make room for the new limbs, mostly. That didn't sound like much, but from Tempest's perspective he now towered over her.

His tail had gained a foot or more in length too, she thought. It needed to counterbalance his other mass, right? If he was a big creature before, now he seemed huge. With that long neck he might be over nine feet tall, if he really tried to stand upright.

She looked up at him, meeting his gaze after a few seconds, sensing what he wanted. Yes, she thought, that sounds nice.

And so Chomper picked Tempest up in his four strong arms. He cradled her securely, then carried her to the living room to watch a movie.

---

Together they'd picked a goofy animated action-comedy, and a hundred minutes later Tempest was feeling a lot better. They were lying on the couch, and she was the little spoon, both of Chomper's left arms draped over her. More like the even-littler spoon, now, she thought.

More like the even-littler couch, thought Chomper.

"Hush. I didn't ask you."

He slid his lower-left hand along her red robe, down to her thigh, and with the upper-left reached up to stroke her furry head. The new hands had begun to feel natural pretty fast, honestly. "Look, I'm already used to it."

She turned over so she was facing him, a bit of an awkward thing what with all the arms and wings. His breasts were about the same size as hers now were, maybe a D cup. They were right there. She gave into temptation and buried her face between them. They were warm and soft. She was so glad he was okay.

She thought about waking up this morning, how it had been a while.

"Mmm, I'd like that", said Chomper out loud.

So would she. Would it be okay if...

"Stand up," he said.

She was the master here and didn't have to obey, but she was also his friend, so she did. Tempest climbed awkwardly out of her little-spoon spot, and Chomper pushed himself upright on the sofa. It had tall arms, and he positioned himself on the outside, leaning forward over one. He folded his four arms under him, lying on the first cushion, his long neck and head resting comfortably on a throw pillow, waiting. He grinned at her, as much as a dragon face can, anyway.

She moved behind him, removing her robe. She was already hard. Her seven-inch length had revealed itself and was bobbing in the air.

His tail was so huge. Hers was mostly like a cat, though a little thicker and sturdier, but his had the shape of a full-on dragon, or dinosaur, or something. And it was over eight feet long, now. She wrapped her hands around its thick length and hefted it over her right shoulder, and sensing her intent felt Chomper wrap it around behind her back, almost like a snake. It wrapped down and diagonally and around to her front, and snuck between her bottom two pairs of breasts before exiting the other side, and around her back again, then down the back of her thigh. The narrow tip wrapped itself around her calf.

"I didn't know you had that much control!" she said, actually quite impressed.

She got back a feeling of mocking amusement, like maybe she should practice more, and the flexible limb squeezed her a little. He spread his legs a bit more for her, making sure she had access.

His heavy draconic balls hung between his thighs, each one almost the size of a baseball within his fuzzy sack. Behind those was his vagina, which like hers was an elegant cleft that was nearly invisible until you explored it. Tempest slid her left hand down below his tail and found it, warm and smooth. His opening was surrounded by short very soft fur, like fine velvet. Another way they were similar, she thought, as she slid a couple fingertips in, and ran them softly up and down the length of his entrance.

The tail wrapped around her quivered a little. He was already getting wet.

Oh gods, she couldn't wait. She guided her own cock to his entrance, slipped the tip into his slit, and pushed all the way in. The feeling was wonderful, soft and velvety and wet, and had it always felt so hot? She should do this more often.

Chomper let out a sort of quiet grumbling moan, feeling her length penetrate smoothly and deeply. He remembered their coupling from yesterday and squeezed her with his inner muscles, saying welcome back. He lifted his head and looked back at her, sending encouraging feelings, letting her know she felt good inside him. She needed it.

Tempest grinned and waved, hello from all the way back here! She kept one arm wrapped round his tail, where it went over her shoulder, and with the other reached down to tickle his clit. Her mostly-human cock didn't have all those wonderful ridges, and besides that she really should teach him to be a little more clit-attentive. When they were fucking for fun anyway.

Chomper's lengthy neck shivered with a sudden gasp, and for a moment his eyes closed. Then he languidly opened them and made eye contact. I'll remember that. She grinned even wider, and began fucking him in earnest.

She didn't take long, but enjoyed the few minutes she lasted. It was so different being in the male role, it felt more commanding, like you were really in charge, but at the same time more disconnected, less involving. You didn't get a full-body orgasm all the way to your fingers and toes and tailtip like you could on the female side. But sometimes it was nice to have a good quick climax and be done with it, and that was so much easier to do with a cock.

She pounded him hard, and after a short while he began assisting her, flexing his long tail around her body in time with her thrusts. Despite his size she rocked him back and forth over the arm of their sofa, trying to push deeper and deeper. She reached out to feel his sensations, to experience his side of things, and knew he was doing the same with her. They often did.

All her breasts jostled rhythmically against each other, and against the tail running through her bottom cleavage, a subtle pleasure she enjoyed. Distantly she could feel his pair of feminine nipples against the cushions too, dragging back and forth over the fabric just a little. She reached a strong, brief orgasm that Chomper felt simultaneously, and as so often happened his own climax started just after, his pussy quivering and clamping around her length. There's no better way to both cum at the same time, than to feel each other's point of view. Another thing she could never have experienced as a human.

For a few moments they simply rested, her cock still in his pussy, his tail still snaking around her, their bodies quivering. Their every little motion was shared and felt. She liked this position, the way his tail snuggled around her like this. Her own tail couldn't do this, not nearly so effectively. She ran her hands up and down his tail's thick length, the parts she could reach anyway. His fur was soft and she felt his tail squeeze her body in response and... was he purring?

He was, he admitted. Just a little. She felt him being a bit embarrassed at this, but mentally reassured him, she liked it. Her fuzzball was still there, and she'd love for him to purr, if he wanted to.

She wondered if she could purr. She was more catty than him. She'd have to try sometime.

Then she felt it, that pleasant tingling pressure inside her tits, as her breasts slowly added another half-inch of size, and she felt her nipples tighten and grow a little firmer. It had been a full day since their session in the lab, that shouldn't be all the magic she could harvest. But that's okay, this was just for fun.

She slipped her length out of him, and extracted herself from his tail. He pushed himself upright and turned to face her, all four hands out, open palm, an expression of feigned surprise on his muzzle. He wiggled his sixteen fingers. We didn't even use these?

Tempest grinned, and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face between his tits again, making a silly motorboat motion, laughing into his cleavage. That extra few inches made him the perfect height for this, now, so he'd better get used to it! She was so, so happy she hadn't hurt him. She'd never been so scared.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" her voice was muffled between his fuzzy breasts. She reached up and pinched his slate-grey nipples, before looking up at him. "Use them!"

---

"What. Is. That."

Tempest was wide eyed, looking down at Chomper. He was lying on his back on her bed, his top pair of hands wrapped around her upper arms, his bottom pair supporting her thighs. Her wings were spread wide, reaching almost across the entire room.

They'd been fooling around, experimenting with his new arms. She was wet and ready, and he had lifted her entirely up into the air, like some sort of big toy he could wield. This never would have worked with only two hands. She had expected to be impaled on that big wonderful penis of his a minute from now.

Then they both realized he had two of them.

Chomper clearly hadn't known either, he was looking down his body, lower jaw hanging open in bafflement. They looked at each other, then back at his cocks, then back to each other again. Had... had those been inside his sheath the whole time? Since the spell this morning?

He hadn't been erect before. Well, maybe while she was fucking him against the sofa, but they were out of sight, then, right? Right.

They could read each other's minds, of course. This was definitely new to both of them.

Chomper gently set her down on his lap, across his legs and tail, as she folded her wings behind her. His twin manhoods stood proud between them. Tempest gently wrapped her fingers around one, or part way, anyhow. Then her other hand around the other. They were side by side, and individually maybe a little narrower than his single cock had been, but just as long.

Tempest's mind raced, did the spell's language allow this? Obviously it did. This... was a draconic feature, right? Right, obviously it was. But why had it happened?

She looked up into Chomper's eyes. He was waiting to see what she said. She was the sorceress, the master here, after all. Her heart sank. He was her familiar, her servant, but also her best friend. A companion who was impossibly close to her in body and mind. And she'd maimed him with her carelessness. She wanted to cry.

He read her feelings, and shook his head firmly. They must have wanted this, he thought.

But she didn't... no, he meant her patrons. They wanted it.

She thought back to the language of her circle, the Draconic focused language. It gave permission to make changes, tried to direct them. Allowed them to add things. She'd expected wings but got more hands... and dual cocks? That latter one was very definitely a Draconic, or at least reptilian feature.

Hang on a second. Chomper reached down with one of his lower hands, cupping his balls, his big hands gently exploring his sack. They felt the same. The size and weight were familiar, a little smaller than a baseball. And then she sensed him realize there was a difference... when his exploration found a third. Then a fourth.

They sensed each other's reaction, Chomper felt quiet alarm while Tempest felt a slight thrill. They made eye contact again, considering each other's thoughts. Tempest said, thoughtfully, mostly to herself, "Is this an upgrade?"

They held each other's gaze for a few moments.

"Part of my role is to give you more magic, right?" asked Chomper.

"Right."

"And one of your patrons is Fertility?"

Tempest made a mock television-presenter gesture to her plethora of boobs. "Clearly."

"Does... does this mean I create more magic? To give you?"

Tempest furrowed her furry brow at that. Did it? Gods, maybe it did. She'd been focused on Dragon and Fusion, she hadn't even thought if Familiar or Fertility could involve themselves in the spell. It had seemed outside their pervue. But what if it wasn't?

One thing was for sure, future spells would need their language extra detailed.

His erections were flagging, and she grasped each one, and kissed the ends of them. She smiled to her companion. They're great, I love them.

Then Tempest gathered his two cocks side by side, and slid them into her cleavage. They extended between all three pairs of her breasts. Yep, definitely at least as long as his original. She leaned forward, lying atop him, squashing her breasts against his body, engulfing his twins in warm softness. He in turn gripped her butt with his lower hands and inched her upwards, the top of her head against the base of his neck, then wrapped his four arms gently around her. She reached up and held him too, her hands on his lower shoulders.

He sensed she wanted to think, and this always felt nice for both of them. They lay like this for a while, beginning to doze.

It was so interesting, Tempest thought. If she'd still been human, an outsider to this, Chomper would be terrifying. A gigantic, clawed, monster with dozens of pointy teeth who could tear an average human to pieces. As a woman, she'd learned years ago how dangerous just an ordinary man a few inches taller than her could be. There was a reason women were careful.

But Chomper was her familiar. She knew his thoughts and feelings, and he knew hers. He was magically charged with helping her, protecting her if needed. And beyond that he'd become a fully intelligent creature, one she treated with respect and enjoyed the company of -- in more ways than one. She felt safe in the arms of this six-limbed dragon-monster more completely than with any man in the world. She wasn't sure she could have ever become this comfortable with a human partner, as her old self. She felt very lucky to have him.

It wasn't just luck of course, they were made for each other. She sighed softly, and ran one hand down the side of his furry, muscled body.

Wait.

She opened her eyes and pushed herself upright, her various nipples dragging against Chomper's front. He was asleep, and she didn't blame him. It had been a complicated day. She carefully climbed off him, then got down off the bed.

The spell circle was still there, back in the casting room. She went over the permissions and language, considering it. She'd thought before, with six limbs, there was nothing it could really do, at least as far as her Draconic patron was concerned... but now she realized there was something that both her Draconic and Fertility patrons would have an interest in.

She would only need to adjust what, four symbols to limit its influence a little more. But she could use it herself, and her patrons probably even wanted her to realize this. They were meant to match, after all.

---

Tempest re-entered the bedroom quietly, climbing onto the bed next to Chomper. The motion made him stir, and he opened his blue eyes, saw she was there, moved a little to make more room, then drifted right back to sleep.

She snuggled up against him, her smaller form against his larger one. She draped one arm across his chest, her front against his side. She rested her head on his lower-right arm, and he curled it around her back in response, his hand on her hip. Then she drifted off to sleep.

It wasn't until late the next morning that she finally awoke. She checked the clock on her bedside table, it had been almost 12 hours. Chomper wasn't here, but she could sense he was approaching.

The door pushed open and he let himself in just as she draped her favorite red robe around her. He was carrying a tray with hot tea and a pair of cups. He'd sensed her waking up. She of course approved, so he approached, swung his thick tail out over the bed, and sat down. He handed her one, and she took it and sat.

Two sugars, half a milk? Of course. No scones? Have you EVER eaten a scone? No, but you could make them with one set of hands while making tea with the other, it'd be so efficient.

Drink your tea, Tempie.

They drank their tea in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes before he caught a stray feeling and started to suspect. He looked down at her with his big furry dragon head. His eyes narrowed as he looked her up and down.

"Wait, what did you do?" he asked.

"Well, last night I got to thinking. You know, about our upgrade."

"Our upgrade?"

Tempest gathered up their cups and moved the tray to the bedside table, then slid over, pressing herself against his big warm body. She reached her right hand over and slid it down his belly, past his sheath, and very gently ran her fingers through the short soft fur of his balls. She tried to avoid thinking about last night's ritual, not wanting to spoil the fun, but it's hard to intentionally not think about something.

Chomper ignored this and asked again, fuzzy on details, "What do you mean, our?"

She wrapped her fingers around one of his testicles, it was big and firm, and she gently moved it within his sack. Now that they knew. it was almost obvious. She could see the shape of his sack was different, built to contain four of them. She tried to focus her thoughts just on his new equipment. She wanted to see it and feel it again. Don't be shy.

"Fine, be that way," said Chomper, wryly. He sensed she wanted to be on top, and climbed onto the bed, turning onto his back with his head and neck climbing the backboard, long thick tail extending over the end and onto the floor. He looked down at her, expectantly.

She climbed onto his body, straddling his legs and tail, her C-cup breasts blessedly light underneath her robe. He noticed their size, they hadn't been this small in a while.

"Does my master require a donation?"

"Oh yes," Tempest replied, cheerfully.

He helped her remove her robe, tossing it aside with one of his lower hands. Her body looked the same. Sleek, silver fur with blue striping, fit and toned, very broad hips, six beautiful silver nipples adorning cream-colored breasts, two white dragon wings, and a tail that wouldn't stop.

Quit it, you don't have to flatter me.

But he knew she liked it. He knew something else too, that she wouldn't resist as he gripped her arms and legs in all four hands and lifted her above him, like last night. Her wings spread out across the room as he did so, like she was pretending to fly. He laughed a little, and nuzzled her for a few moments, snout to snout. Then gave her a gentle lick, grooming her ears.

"Oh, sorry," he said. He knew she thought it was strange, but it was instinct.

"It's okay. I like it," she said, and after a moment's hesitation she licked his face in return, just a few times.

He'd been aroused already but this was the first time she'd ever returned his grooming, and he couldn't help but shiver a little, thrilled by it. She really was wonderful, he'd gotten so lucky, having her as his master.

Tempest glanced down from where he held her in his four hands, excited to see his twins again, as the two rigid cocks extended from his sheath. She looked at his dragony face, then reached up and put her hands on either side of his muzzle, and made him look her in the eyes. She had that mischievous grin, one he'd seen many times.

She thought about the changes she'd made to the circle, and about the casting of the spell a second time. About how dragons did have another feature to their anatomy she didn't, and how it had felt as her body changed, her insides writhing and shifting, how the nauseous feeling had given way to a feeling of gentle pleasure. When the process was complete, she'd been shaking in the center of the circle, halfway to climax.

Then she'd cleaned up, and returned to bed.

Chomper, a bit shocked, looked her up and down. Her naked body seemed the same. He stretched her arms and legs spread-eagle, and turned her to different angles. She found his inspection very amusing. He asked, "You didn't."

"I got an upgrade, too!" She was so excited.

He knew what she wanted, and lowered her gently, placing her on his lap. She reached forward, taking one phallus in each hand. They were big and warm, a silvery dark grey, thick enough she couldn't even approach closing her hand around either one. And they weren't quite the same, she realized. One had the now-familiar ridges on the underside, while the other had more like soft bumps. That would feel so good inside her.

She gave the heads a gentle lick, and spread his pre-cum around them thoroughly... then reached down to her own pussy and added some of her own lube for good measure. She was nervous, but already very wet, and very much wanted to try out her changes.

And then he lifted her up, and she guided both cocks to her improved, stretchier entrance. It didn't look much different from the outside, Tempest knew, but Chomper felt his left tip enter her... and curve off to the left a bit. She gasped at the feeling, then grinned at him, clearly thrilled.

Together they negotiated his other cock into place, side by side. Go on, she encouraged him, and he began lowering her bodily onto his massive twins. Tempest felt them find their paths, into her new dual vaginas. Like a dragon, she could handle both at once!

Or at least, she could try. Her new anatomy had twice the nerve endings as she'd had just yesterday. Even just the first few inches were exploring virgin territory, so to speak, and she was glad Chomper was holding her up like this. If she'd been lowering herself her legs might have immediately given way from the feeling. It was electric, this much sensation, difficult to think though.

Tempest shut her eyes. Perhaps she'd simply focus on enjoying the greatest feeling of being penetrated any woman had ever experienced.

Chomper did his best, as always, to avoid hurting her. Like Tempest this was his first time with the twins, and the feeling was intense. He'd never used these cocks before, they were all new, and every inch was so sensitive, so much pleasure screaming in his mind. Deeper and deeper into her body he pushed, and he shook his head a few times, trying to keep focused. He didn't want to drop her.

Tempest still only had one clit, in the usual place, but everything else about the experience was doubled. The familiar pop of his ridges though her lower lips, the all-new feeling of bumps on the other side, the sensation of so much cock sliding deeper and deeper into her vagina. No, vaginas, plural, she reminded herself. She moved her hips back and forth, feeling those thick shafts move inside her, utterly absorbed by the sensations.

As he reached half-way she allowed him to lower her onto her hands and knees, straddling his body, so she could be in more direct control. She pushed back against his twins, feeling a couple more inches slide into her. All her nipples brushed against his soft fur as she moved, and the intense mix of pleasures forced her to pause and gather herself, her body trembling. This was all so, so good.

Briefly, she wondered what arrangement the rest of her organs had taken, to even allow this. It was like her entire torso was just a sheath for his enormous pair of cocks. Not that she was complaining, this felt amazing, and she wanted more. More and deeper. So much deeper. If she could stay conscious, anyway.

Tempest pushed herself upright and let herself go, allowing his massive cocks to sink the rest of their way into her pussies. Ten inches in one single push, every inch of her revised body singing with spectacular sensations of pleasure.

Chomper roared at the feeling as she hilted his twins, a full dragon's roar she'd never heard him make before.

Tempest, on the other hand, simply moaned deep in her throat as she lost all coherent thought. A blackout, or maybe whiteout, when her body suddenly accepted nearly forty inches of simultaneous dragon dick. She felt almost nothing but his lengths within her, every one of their ridges and veins and bumps blissfully stretching her insides. They throbbed gently. She could feel his heart pumping, the blood rushing through them, the tiny twitches and movements of his hot wonderful shafts. For a long time she sat perfectly still, entranced, letting herself adjust to the overwhelming feeling of being perfectly filled, twice.

Her partner was more than patient, of course. He always was, with her. She could dimly sense him breathing heavily, just as unfamiliar as Tempest with the flood of sensations.

Chomper could feel Tempest's pussies quivering, massaging his twins just a little. Gently he placed his lower hands around her waist, and his upper pair on her shoulders, offering a bit of physical support. He kept nearly still, sensing how overwhelmed his master was and wanting her permission to continue. They had plenty of time, no need to rush. He tried to push these thoughts to her, to be supportive. If she was aware of anything outside herself, anyway.

After nearly a minute, he felt her shift a little. Her wings were still spread, reaching across the room, but had lowered so their long fingers rested on the floor to either side of the bed. She began rolling her hips, slowly, then faster, then he felt her gripping his cocks with her inner walls, rippling with control he'd never felt from her before. Her hands raised and began tracing her second pair of nipples, softly. He sensed what she wanted, and moved his own hands to gently caress her other four.

She opened her eyes and looked down at him, dreamily. Yes please, she thought, and her exploration of her middle breasts grew more aggressive, her fingers sinking deeply into their soft flesh. He sank his own fingers into her top and bottom pairs, carefully, trying to match her intensity. Tempest soon felt all six of her breasts being massaged, and his twins shifting back and forth deep inside her, hot and alive, and sighed happily to herself. She laughed, a little. She COULD handle this, and it was fantastic. She threw her head back, eyes tightly closed, making a low moaning sound from deep inside her chest.

At that her twin pussies suddenly started to clench and quiver around his lengths, and Chomper felt the outline of a truly mind-filling double orgasm from his master. The feeling was incredible, flooding his thoughts with pleasure, and a moment later his four heavy balls churned and he felt his own climax begin, first in his left cock then almost immediately in the right. He wrapped all of his arms around Tempest's quivering form, pulling her close, hugging her tight against him, as he felt himself pump pints of draconic seed into her.

Tempest felt it, that tell-tale twitch. She felt both sides of her body being flooded, her vaginas filling with his liquid warmth, stretching even further to contain the quantity, and she buried her face in his fur as that new feeling stacked atop all the others. A strange calming sensation was there too, a vibration deep in her chest.

She realized, distantly, that she was purring.

Their bodies shook and trembled together, lost in their shared physical pleasures for a long while, their tails thrashing, their irregular breaths the only sounds they made.

---

Tempest was dimly aware that her breasts were growing.

The feeling was pleasantly intense. She was exhausted, but oh so satisfied. Her body was still singing to her, and she kept her eyes closed. She felt Chomper's strong arms hugging her to him, and her breasts underneath her, pressed against his warm body. This was familiar, one of their favorite positions. Less familiar was his massive twin cocks, still embedded in her new pussies.

She decided this was just fine.

Occasionally one cock would twitch, or the other, or both at once. She made a little game of trying to predict it, but there was no winning. So she settled with trying to milk them with her internal muscles, squeezing him here and there, trying to extract every drop of fresh cum from his enormous organs. This took some getting used to, she hadn't had a left and right pussy before after all. But as she rested in his arms she began to get the hang of it.

Eventually she felt him stir, and his four-armed hug loosened. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, grinning madly. He grinned back, and rubbed muzzles with her, gently.

"You were right," Chomper said quietly, "We got improved."

"Damn right we did." Tempest said, blearily. She kind of wanted to sleep. For hours.

"Have you seen yourself?"

"See what?" she asked, confused.

In answer, Tempest caught a glimpse of herself from his eyes. She pushed herself up with her hands, and saw all her breasts hanging huge and heavy beneath her. Her puffy nipples dragged across his fur as she did so, and the sensations were intense. Gods knew how large they were, but his 'donation' must have been gigantic. A week of expansion in just a short while.

She settled back down onto him, feeling relaxed and comfortable, letting her various tits flatten beneath her. She could feel his cocks shifting within her when she moved, and briefly considered extracting them. But they feel so nice, right? They do, he agreed. So she didn't. And through unspoken consent they went back to their little game of twitching and squeezing deep inside of her.

It was hard to be concerned with time in this state. Tempest was confident they'd adjust, get used to these doubled sensations, and things would get relatively back to normal. But for now, wow, she was happy to enjoy her changed body.

Perhaps two hours later, she stirred. She tried to get up and was shocked to discover she was still impaled on Chomper's cocks. She moaned as she felt the massive lengths pull out of her vaginas, just a little. Gods, she couldn't believe he was still hard. She nuzzled him awake, hoping he'd enjoy this discovery himself.

He awoke and nuzzled her back, sensed her thoughts, then flexed his still-hard cocks inside her. It felt like bragging. So virile! She smiled back at him, creating a rippling squeeze in both her pussies. She sensed him wondering if she was still feeling guilty about these results. No, she really wasn't. Good, thought Chomper, because I'm sure liking them.

After a few more minutes of rest, at her behest he lifted her up, slowly sliding his twins from her body, both of them shuddering from the sensations. When they finally exited her vaginas with a wet slurping sound, they both laughed.

Tempest climbed down from the bed, unsteady for a second, finding her new balance. A nice feature of their unique condition was there was no real cleanup. Her body absorbed everything as if by magic. Well, literally by magic, actually. Actual literal magic.

She stretched her arms and wings, and looked back to see Chomper's cocks retreating into his sheath, his four testes seemingly even larger than before. Oh right, little adjustments, she remembered.

It had been barely a day, and already her tits were noticeably heavy. She hefted one of her upper ones. They were soft, maybe an H cup. She had enough magic to cast another major spell if she wanted, in less than a day. This really had been an upgrade.

Tempest shook her chest and watched her boobs sway and jiggle for several long seconds. Really nice nipples too, maybe the biggest they'd ever been, and she gently tugged on her upper pair. She saw a single white droplet rise to the surface of the left one, which she gingerly picked up on one claw before licking it free.

She saw Chomper still on the bed, watching, and sensed his amusement. Truly, she had such a burden to bear.

She should get back to work, figure out what she was going to do next. If she didn't stay productive she'd either end up immobile from her gigantic boobs, or need to abstain from sex. She didn't want either of those. Especially the second one.

It's possible that was part of her patrons' plan too, she realized. An incentive to stay busy? Maybe.

She offered Chomper a hand and pulled him to his feet, then gave him a big hug, extra soft and squishy considering her size. She idly wondered if his twins could hold her up all by themselves. Maybe tomorrow they should find out, in the name of research and experimentation.

It's what she was all about these days, after all.