His aunt laughed spontaneously, almost barking as she tried to catch her breath. As Jim pulled himself up, grinning sheepishly, he watched wide-eyed as Susan's tits shook like hurricane jelly.
"Oh (gasp) Jim, lover..." she tried, gazing at his face peeking over the bedspread; a rising voyeur sun greeting the hilly terrain with amazement. She swallowed, wrestling with amused hyperventilation. "Are you okay? I admit...the news is pretty wild..."
"Wild?!" he boggled. He continued as he struggled back to the mattress: "Lady, are you nuts? Hell, Sue, you just told me that, what, your have no free will left and that your body is literally putty in my hands? Is that about right?"
Susan reached over and gave his cheek a gentle stroke. He hardly felt her touch, as the very act caused her immense breasts to shift and jiggle in new and exciting ways. Her nipples, which had softened after her orgasm, reenlarged slightly.
"I have free will, sweetie," she purred. "Except, maybe, where you are concerned." She smiled broadly, her hair failing over her face again. She brushed it back. "I love you so much, though..."
Jim winced. "Yeah, but that's part of this...spell thing...isn't it?" He tried valiantly to keep his attention onto her face.
She sighed, but not unhappily. "Yes, I believe so. Does it matter? It's done. It can't be undone, I don't think. I love it!" She caressed his shoulder. "Please accept it, Jim. The magic is powerful and I asked for it. It's powerful BECAUSE I asked for it, I bet. Please, I beg you, accept it like I have." She turned her eyes down, heat rising in her cheeks. "I need you now."
Jim's head was swimming...hell, floundering like a wounded pike. Despite the significant evidence so far, it was a great deal to swallow all at once. Jim coughed as if to dislodge it from his throat. "This is kinda strange, Susan..."
Again she laughed in her quick, puppy-like manner.
"Christ, James, what an understatement!" She passed her right hand over her shaking chest. "But look at me, kid! The magic was the fuel, but YOU did this!" Her laughter settled into a childlike giggle every once in a while. "I mean," she continued, "do you think it normal for a woman to climax after just playing with her breasts like you did?"
At the mention of her recent climax Jim noticed her nipples swell just a bit more. He caught himself staring at them. Visibly, they grew even harder.
Susan shivered as her sensitive breast buds stiffened, as if a chill but refreshing breeze passed over them.
"Oh god, Jim," she fluttered, "that's it...that's the way, love...make 'em harder...can you make 'em harder for me?"
Almost as if he were under a spell, too, Jim could hardly take his gaze off of his aunt's thumb-sized nips. After a moment he stopped what little resistance he was putting up and squinted in concentration.
"Harder..." Both he and Susan said the word.
The dusky protrusions topping her unlikely breasts became narrower and longer as they filled with her magic-laced blood. The tiny towers drew the dark crinkly circles of her aureoles into themselves as they expanded upwards. Jim was too absorbed in the task to notice Susan's panting.
"Jim...(pant)...that's so...oohh..." Her head started to loll back, but she was determined to watch the event before her.
The nipples were now about as hard as they had ever been. They stood stiffly, forcefully, reaching into the air desperately. The pulsed visibly, getting tighter and harder with each passing second. Soon, they were harder than they ever had been...soon, harder than they had been designed to be.
"J-Jim...erg...they hurt, they're starting to hurt...lover, I...ow..." Susan's brow was creased with a growing pain, but was liberally painted in abject arousal, too. Her breath was now hissing between gritten teeth.
Still Jim concentrated. Susan's granite buds had become a focal point for the intense mixture of disbelief and lust Jim was suffering. The tit toppers now were becoming paler, the fluid deep inside forcing away the blood coloring the skin, like white knuckles getting whiter. Susan's eyes were starting to cross. Drool was unmindfully wandering out of her clenched mouth. Her eyes began to roll back into her head.
"Jiiiimmm," she groaned. "God, what's happening..?" Her quick panting suddenly doubled in tempo. She jerked about as an unannounced orgasm radiated from her enormous breasts and shook her body like a rag in a dog's mouth. "RRRRRrraaaggghh!" she growled, bruising her throat. Her hands gripped uselessly at the air at first, but then latched onto the steel-hard targets of her breasts. Her hysterical strength was not enough to even dent the grossly overfilled tissue. Only magic was keeping her points from actually exploding on her chest.
Jim, meanwhile, was having troubles seeing, as the sweat of the obsessed was dripping down his face into his eyes. He blinked rapidly, clearing his vision in time to witness Susan fly painfully into another wracking orgasm, her hands clutching one each the iron handlebars of her magical lust.
Susan would have screamed if she had been able to breathe at that moment; the searing pleasure ripping through her flesh was quite unbearable for two seconds, much less the twenty that she actually experienced. Her back spasmed and shook. After what seemed like a near eternity for both of them, Jim and Susan collapsed: she onto the mattress, he back onto the floor with a bone jarring 'thunk'.
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