April
lights the last candle and sits down cross legged on her bedroom floor. Megan opens the book she brought to a
specific predetermined page marked with a feather and then lays the book down
upon her crossed legs as she reads aloud its words. Katie places a herbal smudge stick over a
candle flame causing it to lite, then swirls the smoking herbal incense bundle
over their heads in a roughly three foot diameter circle.
The
three girls look at one another apprehensively.
‘What if this actually works?’
they are all secretly thinking to themselves.
Megan
continues to recite from the book, invoking the name of the boy “Brad” that
April likes and is romantically curious about.
As she does the smoke ring Katie has been circling begins to
change. The more Megan reads from the
book, the more the circle of smoke transforms into a miniature hurricane like
storm with an eye of crashing waves.
The
circular storm lowers down from above their heads to chest level, forming a two
foot diameter swirling outer ring of green and purple clouds sparking with blue
lightning bolts as the inner surface begins to ripple down. As the inner vortex clears down into a glassy
surface, the vision of Brad sleeping in his bed emerges.
The
three girls look in wide eyed amazement as the image of Brad, April’s love
interest, is clearly visible in the tranquil, central vortex of the micro storm
before them.
The
three girls giggle in amusement as they stare down at Brad asleep in his bed.
…..
The
loud sound of girlish giggling stirs Brad from his sleep. Awakened, Brad is astonished to see the three
giant faces of April, Megan, and Katie peering down at him from what was his
bedroom ceiling, currently surrounded by a swirling ring of yellow and red
clouds bursting with orange sparks.
“Hi
Brad” April says waving and smiling down through the vortex at the confused
boy.
“Ap…April? What is going on? Am I dreaming?” Brad asks as he looks around
at what is otherwise his bedroom, with the obvious exception of his ceiling
which is somehow now a view gazing up at April’s, Megan’s, and Katie’s huge
faces.
…..
“You’re
in bed silly” April huffs at him, causing a gust of her breath to blow back his
hair and flutter his bedsheets.
“Did
you just see that?” Katie asks.
“See
what?” Megan asks in return.
“Watch”
Katie says as she blows at Brad through the vortex. Brad is blown down forcefully upon his bed as
his sheets fly off and land across the room, revealing Brad wearing only his
underwear.
The
three girls look at one another incredulously.
“Cute
tightie whities” April giggles down at the bewildered Brad.
“Wait,
that means…..we can cross the vortex!” Katie gleefully informs her two friends.
Staring
down at Brad, April ponders the situation; her lips slowly form a big smile.
April
slowly, hesitantly brings her right hand to the surface of the vortex. She looks at Megan and Katie, who both
reluctantly nod their heads in approval.
April then slowly slides her right hand into the vortex.
…..
Brad’s
eyes open wide in disbelief as April’s gigantic hand emerges from the realm
that once was his bedroom ceiling.
Frozen in both horror and denial, he feels April’s enormous hand wrap
around him. A strange surge of energy
surges through his body as he feels the warmth of her giant hand take hold of
him and smells the intense fragrance of her floral scented hand lotion.
…..
A soft
tickle brushes across April’s right butt cheek, startling April and causing her
to jolt upright as she looks over her right shoulder just in time to see her
kitten Mittens walking past behind her derriere. Her eyes roll back and she faints.
Megan
and Katie watch in disbelief as April jolts upright, jerking her hand out of
the vortex along with an eight inch Brad in her grasp. The vortex collapses in upon itself as a
bright blue bolt of lightning strikes the hand of April holding Brad. The green and purple roiling cauldron implodes
upon itself resulting in a small mushroom cloud of grey incense smoke that
quickly dissipates in gentle wisps into the bedroom.
“Aaa!” the small Brad
screams out as April squeezes him tightly in her grip, April’s unconscious body
falling backwards onto the floor.
“Ahhh! Ahhh! Uugh!
Oh Fuck!” come the soft
cries of Brad being crushed in the tight clench of April’s fist. Brad feels his body being squashed in April’s
almighty hand. She is lying back on the
floor, apparently unresponsive, as she is compressing him relentlessly from his
chest to his thighs into a tight little bundle.
…..
“APRIL! APRIL WAKE UP!” Katie yells as she pulls
April’s head and shoulders up off the floor.
“Are
you alright? April please. PLEASE!” Megan pleads as she places her right
thigh beneath April’s head to rest upon.
“Look!”
Katie points at April’s right hand.
“He’s
dead! We have to save April!” Megan sobs
as her eyes begin to tear up.
“No! Look!” Katie insists as she points to April’s
tightly clenched fist.
Megan
glances down. She is in shock. April has squeezed Brad’s torso so tightly
that he should be dead. Instead, his
arms and legs are simply flailing about as he screams in agony.
“How…how
is he still alive?” Megan asks momentarily distracted from her friend April.
April’s
mind drifts through various plateaus of understanding and twisted connections
to the universe. With clarity she never
experienced before, she saw herself as something, NO, Some-ONE she never contemplated
before. A GODDESS! April felt a degree of control and
empowerment beyond that of normal interactions.
April realizes she has absolute power, control, and authority; and that
little Brad is just the first, just the beginning; yet the most endearing to
her heart.
Suddenly
April breaths out deeply as one does after being revived from drowning. She raises herself off of Megan’s thigh and
sits back upright. “I see it now” April
states in a clear voice.
…..
After
a few moments of silence and deep felt relief, the three girls all sit back
down on the floor. All eyes are on the
eight inch tall Brad in April’s grip.
Concerned about its possible behavior, Katie scoots April’s kitten
Mittens out of the room and closes the door behind it.
“What
did you mean, you see it now?” Katie asks April.
“And
what are we going to do with an eight inch tall Brad? How are we going to explain this? No one is going to believe we were playing
with spells and conjured a portal. This
isn’t something we can say in court to prove our innocence. We fucked up and now were all in
trouble. We’re so screwed.” Megan sighs.
“We
are NOT in trouble, and we CAN do it again.
Only not in some court of law.
Rather a court of our own convening.”
April states confidently as she lifts the small form of Brad up before
her, a look of terror and confusion upon his face.
Looking
at the bewildered expressions on her friends’ faces, April continues “When my
hand came out of the vortex, I saw a structure of biology that I never even
contemplated before. How cells formed
together in the past to form larger organisms, an unheard chemical message
linking them together to create new and bigger organisms, and so on until they
formed humans. This unheard chemical
message, this attraction of elements went out beyond the individual cell. What I saw…what I now know…the reality is the
cells of my body can reach out to the cells of another being just as they do to
each other within my own body. Imagine
someone from a thousand years ago shown a cell phone, a car, a computer, an
airplane. They would have no idea how
any of it worked, that it must be magic.
Now imagine us seeing a thousand years into the future, current science,
physics, chemistry we would call it magic.”
Megan
and Katie look at one another with expressions of mockery. Both thinking to themselves ‘That really messed with April’s mind.’
“I
know what you must be thinking. That I
am blabbering senselessly, but watch.” April tells her friends as she opens her
right hand exposing Brad’s midsection.
Reaching in with her left hand she forcefully rips Brad’s underwear off
and tosses it off to the side.
…..
‘No matter how much I scream, my voice is
either to minute to be heard or April, Megan, and Katie are deliberately
ignoring my pleas. This must be a dream,
if not a nightmare.’ Brad thinks to himself.
“Please! Please let me
go! I beg of you April, stop squeezing
me, IT HURTS! Just Please I beg of you
let me go!” I cry out continuously.
April
simply takes no notice of me until she opens her clenched fist and rips off my
underpants. The three girls laugh at my
exposed manhood as April says “My Tight Bra.” in a deafening voice.
A
weird combination of gravitational, electro-mechanical, biological, and chemical
based forces descend upon every cell of my being. My entire existence is suddenly centered upon
April’s breasts. I begin to convulse in
spasms as I feel myself quickly, violently transform almost instantaneously
into an odd shaped piece of white, frilly laced piece of fabric.
I
try to shout out only to screech in protest; but no sooner has the
transformation started than it ended. To
be truthful, I feel good. My senses are
all heightened. My vision has been
expanded, from having two eyes to a full 360 degree field of vision. My olfactory sense of smell is now extremely
acute; not only can I smell April’s hand lotion; I can now smell the incense
that was burning in the room earlier, along with the perfume, body sweat, and
pheromones from April’s curvy body with an intensity that I truly enjoy. My tongue is gone, yet I can taste the air
around me. I feel the heat from where
April’s hand is holding me, and the relatively cool over the rest of my being.
I
feel April moving around, she is removing her current top. Her massive breasts ride high upon her chest
and barely droop an inch after she releases them. Being a frequenter of porn sites on my
laptop, I’m amazed at how firm, full, and rounded her breasts are. Usually only the porn stars with breast jobs
have such firm, melon sized and melon shaped tits. ‘And
what colossal tits April has!’ I note to myself.
Then
an unfamiliar sensation as she puts both her long arms between my own arms and
legs as she pulls my now split face up against her enormous chest. I can smell and taste the skin of her
humongous breasts, and hear the loud thumping of her heart beat and drawn out
breaths as my now two mouths latch upon her nipples. As she fastens my arms and legs behind her
back I am extended out in a painful, perverse form as if I am in a medieval
rack, or a severe medical contraction in an effort to hold up and constrain
April’s ponderous breasts. I feel
stretched out far beyond my limits as I strain to contain such mammoth mammary. My senses of sight, taste, smell, and touch
are focused entirely inwards upon April’s boobs as well as my arms and legs
strapped around her back and shoulders.
My hands and feet form a clip behind her back, snapping me in place.
I
can smell and taste every inch of April’s body I am in contact with. From her back, to the tightness beneath each
of her monumental breasts and upon her now lactating nipples dripping slowly; I
smell and taste April’s chest. I feel an
incessant need to suckle, and am rewarded with a warm flow of inviting, sweet,
creamy vanilla milk; yet I never feel my constant hunger filled. Instead I feel a flow of sexual energy course
within me only to stream back to April’s mammoth chest offering her the sexual response
I am forever to be denied.
My arms
stretch over April’s breast and up over her shoulders then down her back to
grasp my legs. My legs themselves each
spread out from either underside of April’s chest then around her upper torso
towards her back to meet at her spine.
That’s where my hands and feet are fastened together in the form of a
bra clasp. With my face making up the
cups of April’s bra, and my arms and legs as bra straps stretched over her
shoulders and around her upper torso, the remainder of my body is straining in
agony between and below her tight cleavage in a desperate attempt to hold her
massive bra cups, my face, in place. I
am in both heaven and hell. I quickly
realize being in such a hellish medieval rack upon my body is well worth being
in the constant agony worth suffering for such a beautiful, delightful
heaven. My newly formed mouths suckling
away upon April’s nipples, damned be the strain upon my body, just let me take
in one more drop of her delicious creamy, vanilla breast milk.
…..
April
sighs in delight. Her large breasts are
bursting forth from the one size to small, white lace bra she is wearing. The constant suckling of her nipples is
causing a sexual energy to flow from her breasts back to within her body. After a few mere moments April convulses in
orgasm after orgasm after repeated orgasms until she purposely decides to
deliberately slow down her lactation.
Sexually
exhausted, April explains to a bewildered Megan and Katie that a connection on
the cellular level has now been established between her breasts and Brad. His is literally connected to April’s breasts
on a subatomic level. She can change him
into anything related to her tits.
Pasties, bras, corset, bustier, so long as he is in contact with her
chest the cellular connection between them shall continue. In essence making Brad April’s permanent, stupendous
boulder holders and nothing else, ever!
Megan
and Katie look at April perplexed in confusion.
They both saw Brad become April’s bra, then beyond that sexually appease
her. There is more to this spell than
either has imagined, and April has become a master of its power. Could they also become masters of it as well?