If one were to describe a tidal wave of human beings, where would they begin? How would you explain the violent cascade of lush, vibrant hair pouring over the youthful skin of the two enlarged beauties that tumbled out onto the floor of the Serv-u-Mart? How could anyone encapsulate the chaos and cacophony of noise with words as this pair of sexy, staggering stunners shot outward, slamming into the surrounding sales displays as their growing bodies sprawled outward, desperate to be free?

It was startling, disturbing even, but the madness was magnetic. Sabine, Logan, Tony, and even a few nearby shoppers now looked on in with a curious and confused pallor, shocked by a sight the likes of which no one on earth had ever seen before. Allie's long arm, lead by an expertly manicured hand, reached outward in the vain hopes of grabbing something that would stabilize her and her partner's fall. Celebrating a half second of success as she grabbed on to a free-wheeling clothing rack, the large girl nevertheless fell to the ground with a crash as the meagre metal frame instantly buckled under the immense weight forced upon it. Tiffany flailed similarly, her huge hands smashing the walls of the now box-like change room and swatting at the sign that proudly guided customers to the private stalls of the women's clothing section. It seemed like an eternity of movement and noise, amplified in slow motion as the frightened few attempted to wrap their heads around the insane sight.

Sabine felt sick, her stomach knotting. She was dutiful, brave when the job called for it, but this issue seemed so far above her pay grade. Logan just stared in silent awe, unmoving. They were beautiful, more beautiful than any woman in Abbotsfield and the young guard would know, he struck out with most of the town's female population. There was something in the way these two girls moved and writhed in the mess they were making that seemed so captivating to the young security guard. He knew his job was to keep the store safe and shut this down, but he was transfixed at the sight, unable to do anything but stare as certain feelings overcame him. Tony, however, was having no such feelings and ran screaming towards the front of the store, a noise that actually shocked Allie back to a moment of lucidity.

"Holy shit." She groaned, her shoulders pinched against some shelving as her legs continued to bunch up in the cramped changing room. However, as her torso was now somewhat free, the busty brunette now had a chance to look around and was utterly shocked by the complete change in scenery. When her and Tiffany had entered the stall, they were both standing at around 6ft tall with a fairly normal perspective on the world at large. Now, as the two lovers lurched farther outward with each passing second, the world looked the same, if only because the almost 20ft girl was lying on her back with her head tilted upward, her sightline resting where an average person's would be while standing.

"Ohmigod, Ryan!" She suddenly shouted, remembering that her boy toy was still inside the perilous deathtrap her and Tiffany had reduced the changing room to. The large girl jolted beneath her partner's equally large frame, scrambling to get a view of the cramped room when she felt a slight brushing against her huge feet. Squinting past Tiffany's bouquet of wavy black hair, Allie sighed with relief as she saw her cameraman, half naked and standing amidst the corner of the tiny room, shaken but otherwise unharmed. With one less thing to worry about, the formerly bespectacled girl looked to her more dominant friend as she seemed to rouse to presence, looking around as she got an eyeful of the shrinking store around her and her pet.

"Girl, you better not pinch me because I like this dream!" Tiffany announced, looking Allie in the eye while more and more patrons of the Serv-u-Mart caught wind of the commotion. As the two continued to slowly expand outward onto the floor, their presence became somewhat hard to miss, what with all the clattering of displays and smashing of shelves. It was in this panic that Logan and Sabine found themselves, the only two security guards for the entire store, hopelessly outmatched.

"Get on the ground, now!" Sabine ordered nervously, removing her stun gun from its holster as she pointed it towards the mass of growing girls. Allie and Tiffany, hearing the command, turned to see the minuscule would-be mall cops unsure of how to interpret the order.

"I don't know how much more 'on the ground' I can be, lady." Allie exclaimed snippily, struggling against her partner's equally huge body as the constant motion of their growth continued. Shifting slightly, Tiffany found enough footing to crawl towards the normal-sized security guard, inching past Allie as she brought her tremendous face before Sabine and stared in fascination.

"You're so small... so cute." Tiffany said, spellbound by the team of tiny guards.

"Don't get any ideas, ma'am!" Sabine ordered, aiming the stun gun squarely at her size-altered admirer.
"Please, just calmly walk or... crawl to the exits at the front of the store! Carefully."

"Well, I beg your pardon, ma'am, but my friend and I aren't finished yet." Tiffany said behind a bemused smile, almost mockingly so as she became very aware of who had the upper hand here. The towering girl sprawled out on the floor face down, gently resting her head aloft a humongous hand as she kicked her legs aimlessly behind her, disrupting some hanging sales signs. Sabine could tell her authority was not being respected, but had no moves to make as she turned to see her slackjawed partner on his knees. However, to her benefit, most of the already empty store had picked up on the present danger and fled to the exits anyway, and with no one left in need of protection, the young guard decided a tactical retreat would be for the best and turned to run.

"I'll be sure to detail the great customer service with a glowing yelp review, miss." Tiffany said, smugly. Sabine didn't turn to acknowledge the slight dig, grabbing her partner by the arm as they fled to contact forces more suitable for the challenge. The big girl snickered slightly at the sight before facing her equally large colleague and smiled.

"Now that we're free of distractions, where were we?" Tiffany asked, scooting up past the semi-shocked Allie as she rested comfortably on her back, forcing rows of products on display to the side. Allie wasn't sure how to respond, the surreal circumstances once again triggering a small degree of panic within her while her partner remained eerily calm and collected. They were still growing, faster than before, and if it kept up like this, it would only be a matter of time before they became too large for the store. This fact perturbed Allie greatly, she knew their clock was ticking with no cure or way to reverse this mess in sight. Her anxiety was beginning to flare up again, as it had before when the pair made their way to he change rooms.

"Allie? Are you scared?" Tiffany asked, seeing the panic within her peer begin to return.

"I-I, well, obviously, right?" Allie answered, unsure of her own response.
"Like, this is crazy, and... real. My head is telling me to freak out, but I'm not."

Tiffany grinned a soft grin as she sprawled out on the floor, giggling quietly as she made a beckoning motion towards her. Allie was apprehensive of the invitation, the intentions of her partner unclear, but nevertheless began to crawl forward into the waiting embrace of Tiffany's warm body. The uneasy girl nestled in as her master wrapped her arms around her and nuzzled deeply and for a moment, Allie felt secure, safe. Something about sharing this experience with Tiffany, this crazy day that was going so wrong otherwise, felt right.

"There ya go, baby. I've got you. Sweetie's got you." Tiffany cooed softly into Allie's ear, her words honey dipped and soothing, calming the nervous brunette further. Allie couldn't deny that she felt somewhat comfortable with their new forms, perhaps even turned on. As scary as their growth was, there came a power and feeling of satisfaction with it and while she wrestled to come to terms with their predicament, Tiffany seemed to ease into it very naturally.

"I'm barely keeping it locked down and if we're being honest, I'm like an inch away from a total meltdown." Allie confessed.
"I have no idea how you're not blowing your top right now, Tiff."

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying this, maybe a bit too much." Tiffany conceded.
"Like, yea this is nuts and I have zero idea about what's going on, but I'm kinda just... just going with the flow."

"And, certainly, it has nothing to do with that giantess fetish." Allie quipped sarcastically, giggling slightly as Tiffany playfully scoffed. Their shared laughter subsiding, silence filled the space for a moment as Allie traced a finger along her partner's abdomen, thinking to herself before looking up to meet Tiffany's warm smile.

"It is kinda hot." Allie admitted.
"Like, I think today has had the 'flow' of a, like, clogged toilet, so I'm finding it hard to go with that. But it does feel kind of nice, this growing thing."

"Yea. It's crazy." Tiffany said, contemplative.
"I've had this dream for as long as I can remember, but I always thought it would never happen. Now that is, and it's not just happening to me, but to you too..."

In that moment, Allie felt her wavy-haired compatriot shudder as a spark of pleasure shot through her body, ignited as she pondered the day's events. Allie saw the look in her partner's eye begin to frost over, the momentary lucidity swept away by a tide of lust. Tiffany wanted to be afraid, she so desperately wanted to come to grips with the completely surreal nature of the situation and reconcile some type of solution as well, but this was her fantasy, and it had been made real. Now, as the big box store continued to dwindle around the pair, the freckled feminine dynamo fell deeper and deeper into her primal self, revelling in the scope of their shared condition while blissfully ignoring the repercussions. Tiffany craved this, she craved Allie. whatever came later, whether they returned to normal or stayed how they were, whether they escaped from the Serv-u-Mart in one piece or left the colossal carnival of commerce itself in pieces, would be dealt with, later. For now, there would be only pleasure.

"Babe, you're shaking." Allie said, lifting her head from the pillowy soft hair of her friend. Tiffany let off a playful giggle and began to shuffle backwards and from her concerned cohort, coming to rest against a table lined with folded shirts. Gently, she ran a hand down her chest, past her torso before slowing near her crotch, spreading her legs to give Allie an unimpeded view of the goods. Tiffany's libido had been cranked into overdrive, her pussy drooling with anticipatory deliciousness as she softly massaged her attention-starved clit.

"Come here, Als." She cooed, spreading her labia with the invitation. In an instant, the busty brunette began to feel her grip on sanity loosen, herself sliding down the same perilous path that swept Tiffany away. Her mind began to buzz, her body began to tingle but Allie resisted, holding herself back as she bit her lip longingly at what she could be indulging in.

"But, but shouldn't we be getting out of here, Tiff?" Allie reasoned, trying to keep her head level. The uncertainty in her voice was clear to all present and Tiffany smirked somewhat proudly knowing she had her submissive peer wrapped around her finger.

"Allie! I said come here!" Tiffany ordered sternly through her confident smile. The sudden shift in tone was all it took. As though a switch was flipped within the curvy girl's pleasure centre, Allie sat at attention from the mere mention of her name before wasting no time and crawling towards her master, the foundation of the Serv-u-Mart quaking beneath the super-sized sapphic servant's knees.

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"Sabine! What's going on down there?" Rajesh asked from behind her checkout lane. Having witnessed the parade of fleeing customers following the slamming and smashing noises that came from deeper within the store, the clerk was concerned and confused, the feeling doubling as Sabine and Logan ran up.

"Logan! Take the staff and get them outside!" The security guard ordered, taking charge as she grabbed the phone from a nearby checkout. Logan quickly made his way to each of the lanes, informing the remaining employees of the evacuation. A few sales associates and cashiers raised questions about the cause of the current commotion but the young guard could provide no answer, even after witnessing the source of the disturbance firsthand. Meanwhile, Sabine furiously dialled 911, frantically tapping her foot as the call waited to connect until, after what felt like an eternity, a voice answered the call.

"You've reached the Abbotsfield police department, what is the nature of your call?" The voice asked calmly.

"Send people, quick! We need people at the Serv-u-Mart!" Sabine barked hurriedly, barely giving the responder on the call time to finish their question.

"Oh, hey, Sabs. Let me guess, Carl found his way back to the Oreos, didn't he?" The responder laughed, catching the panicking patroller off guard.

"N-no, what? No! No Oreos! We've got giants! They're in the store, smashing the place! Send people, send the army, just send somebody!" She pleaded, hearing a low moan reverberate from deeper within the store as the sound of aisles toppling to the ground carried from the distance. She held the handset to her ear, waiting for response through a heavy digital silence until the responder burst into a hearty chuckle.

"Sheesh, Sabine. Did you lose a bet with Logan or something?" The voice asked through their stifled laughter.
"Ok, ok. This has been fun, but I need to get back my paperwork. Next time leave the pranks to your partner, ok?"

And with an abrupt click, there was nothing but dial tone.

Sabine stood alone, the hallmark sounds of pleasure echoing through the vacant store, seemingly closing in. Beneath her feet, the earth seemed to softly shake as though the tectonic plates were shifting miles below the surface, but she knew the true cause to be much closer.

"What the fuck am I going to do?" The nervous guard muttered out loud, hopelessly weighing her options against a force nobody could have ever prepared for when she caught a glimpse through the front exit. Amidst the panicked crowd of shoppers and employees, a patrolling black and white police cruiser lazily pulled up alongside the assembly and Sabine recognized the officer in the driver seat.

"Curly!" She shouted, bolting out the door. Cutting through the swath of people that looked to her for an answer, the disheveled woman sprinted to the cruiser door, giving officer Curtis "Curly" Richardson a hefty shock.

"Curly! You need to call for backup, we need people here!" Sabine screamed.

"Jesus, Sabine!" The startled officer shouted back, fumbling with his coffee as the disposable cup fell to the floor of his car.
"What the hell is goin' on here? What's got you so worked up?"

"You won't believe me if I told you! Just follow me and see for yourself!" The security guard spouted, heading back towards the store as quickly as she came. The older officer just scratched his head, exiting the comfort of his air conditioned cruiser as all eyes fell upon him and his authority.

"Uh, everybody stay put. As of right now, this is official police business." Curly offered calmly, giving the uncertain crowd a brief nod before following Sabine into the store. She ran ahead, ducking behind shelves and peeking around corners erratically, trying to stay hidden from something that was not yet known to the officer who followed along in tow, baffled by this strange behaviour.

"Hurry up! They're getting bigger!" Sabine hissed, keeping her voice quiet as she waved the officer further into the empty store. Confused, Curly sidled up to the paranoid guard, keeping his head low, wary of any potential threats as he followed her lead.

"What are you talking about? Who?" He replied, his tone similarly hushed. Sabine turned to Curly, but before she could answer, an unmistakable sound filled the air. Coming from somewhere unseen, a deep, almost guttural moan resonated throughout the vacant store. The officer shot the security guard a puzzled look, Sabine offering back a brief but poignant look of confused resignation as she gestured past a row of aisles, beyond which lay whatever made that moaning sound. Inhaling deeply, Curly gulped a nervous gulp and stepped away from the security guard, cautiously creeping towards the barriers of shelved products when suddenly, what looked to be a giant hand crashed through the displays, sweeping aside the rows of goods with ease. His mouth agape, the unprepared officer now had his chance to witness the source of the hysteria, barely able to believe his own eyes.

It was both frightening and stimulating. Confusing and arousing. Stark naked, two brazen beauties, nearly 27ft fall, stretched out along the floor of the Serv-u-Mart, locked in amorous passion. Their massive bodies moved and writhed with shared vigour, uncaring or unaware of the world around them as a the curvy girl in the back happily buried her face in her partner's crotch. The girl closest to him, the one with the wavy, dark hair, moaned loudly, proudly, unashamed of the herself or her pet as she rocked and rollicked with each kiss of her clit. Utterly gobsmacked, curly found it impossible to look away, frozen in awe as every second that passed seemed to make the scene more and more wild, the least of which being the half-naked and normal-sized man that seemed to be filming the depravity on his phone. Indeed, as the invigorated moans of the wavy-haired girl grew louder and their bodies continued to inch outward farther and father, the insanity on display seemed like something even the most ludicrous of pornography failed to conjure.

But, then the lone officer had a strange thought. Something seemed eerily familiar.

It was hard to tell as Curly struggled to determine whether or not he was even awake and not happily dreaming in his bed, but something about the girl in the back, the busty brunette that happily went to town on her partner's pussy buffet, seemed so close. Something about her just clicked within his mind, something implacable and distant, yet familiar, like a word trapped on the tip of his tongue. The girl on her back gripped a handful of hair atop the mysterious brunette's head and pulled playfully, wrenching her pet away from her sopping snatch. The two shared a smouldering look as their eyes met while the brunette caught her breath and all of a sudden, the realization came flooding to the lone officer.

The pouty lips, the gorgeous eyes, the mole below her cheek, there could be no mistaking the striking beauty of this mystery girl. Curly recognized the busty babe, he was a fan, having spent many a lonely night in the virtual company of Allie Kat and her content. While the identity of her parter eluded him, the officer, star struck and shocked, could not believe that not only was Allie here, she was gigantic and still growing with no signs of slowing down. While the towering tryst continued to unfold before him, Curly stood, silently caught in his own stupor when Sabine emerged from hiding, running up to the perplexed policeman and gripping his arm tightly.

"Curly! What are you waiting for?! Call for backup, do something, do anything!" She pleaded, shaking the stunned man from his deep thought.

"R-right." He said, reaching for his radio, trembling as he put out the call.

"C-come in, dispatch. This is off-officer Richardson r-requesting backup at the Serv-u-Mart." He said, letting his radio hang off his vest, still spellbound by the sight before him. Sabine didn't wait for a response, grabbing the officer by the arm as she turned to make her leave, heading for the safety of the parking lot.

Allie and Tiffany paid them no mind. In truth, neither of them even noticed the diminutive duo and while they did manage to end up in the frame of Ryan's camera, the preoccupied cameraman failed to notice them either. Instead, Allie remained focused on pleasing her master, crawling atop Tiffany's gargantuan form, keeping a solitary hand placed between their legs to massage her partner's clit, occasionally grazing her own for good measure.

Off to the side, Ryan captured it all, marvelling at the show as it was recorded. The lone cameraman still had no idea what was happening, but he knew content when he saw it and Allie and Tiffany were in the midst of creating the highest-selling clip of all time, consequences be damned. From the viewpoint of his phone, he watched as the two mountainous marvels drew close, sharing an intimate kiss as the submissive servant gently stroked her master's clit.

"This is so fucking wild." Tiffany gasped, trembling at her partner's touch, her massive hips bulldozing a bargain bin filled with cd's.

"And cramped, too." Allie added, realizing the spacious halls of the big box store seemed, well, less spacious. Their unabated growth continued, faster now. Never one for estimates, Allie figured the two of them were in the neighbourhood of 30ft tall and at her staggering new size, the busty brunette was easily able to see over every aisle in the store, even while laying stop the similarly huge Tiffany. As she scanned the vacant store, Allie saw a particularly open stretch of space near the front of the store and gestured to her compatriot.

"Let's move up, babe. Before you flatten anything else beneath that ass of yours." She quipped with a cheeky smile.

"You love this ass of mine." Tiffany said, blowing a slight raspberry to her pet as she got on her knees to crawl to their new destination.

"I do." Allie replied
"I really, really do."

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The pavement crackled, deep fissures filled with opalescent light spidering outward from a central origin within the quiet stretch of the parking lot, forming a circle as arcane symbols etched themselves into the asphalt. Suddenly, the empty section of the lot fell away, revealing a swirling maelstrom of abyssal energy, a gateway between worlds. There was a pause, a brief silence, before a lone shopping cart, burned and singed with eldritch runes, came shooting out of the hole, followed by the grey-robed wizard, Urdan. His pupils narrowed, the whites of his eyes returning as the inky blackness faded with the conjuration, restoring the pavement to a scorched, but solid, surface.

With his newly purchased supplies neatly stored within the larders of his otherworldly manse, the wizened sage had returned to the realm of men to put his shopping cart back where it belonged and reclaim his spent keychain token. However, as the wizard began to manually push the magically-charged metal trolley to the cart corral, his attention was grabbed by the furious flash of red and blue.

"What in the name of Cilledreth..." Urdan muttered to himself amidst the otherwise tense silence. The human constabulary had garrisoned themselves in front of the very store he had just visited, their flashing vehicles lined up with guardsmen behind them, each with their inelegant weapons drawn. Leaving his cart behind for a moment, the curious conjurer took a few more inquisitive steps towards the barricade when the tense silence was shattered.

Out from within the store, the two girls from earlier, the very same pair of young women that had captivated his heart in a way no other being had for centuries, burst forth onto the rows of white and black vehicles. The guardsmen fled from the avalanche of soft, feminine power as their empty cruisers were flattened by the onslaught of passionate love making, the sound of heavy moaning and lust filling the afternoon air. As Allie continued to lick and suck upon Tiffany's swollen clit, the blissful behemoth's errant hand found an nearby cop car, crushing it absentmindedly as she bucked with every lashing of her partner's tongue. The cool open air swept across their heated, growing bodies, their nerves kicking into overdrive as they shot past 50ft. Allie plunged three fingers into her partner's sopping snatch and pumped rhythmically, gently suckling on the cherry-red clit in front of her. Tiffany squealed with delight, her quaking body sending tremors throughout the pavement as she came once again but showed no signs of stopping, just slowing for a moment as the busty brunette pulled back, surveying the crowd below. The last shred of lucidity within Allie, fighting through a hurricane of euphoria, shot to life as the mountainous babe looked upon the frightened crowd. However, unlike the few prior lucid moments, she felt no shame, no fear. She powerful, proud, free. These onlookers, this audience, this was what she lived for.

The mortified magician gawked in shared horror with the people of Abbotsfield as this titillating team of titanic lovers demolished the mercantile epicentre of their small Oklahoman town. Urdan watched as the unprepared police futilely raised their weapons and took aim, ready to let fly a salvo of bullets, certain that their efforts, no matter how well-intentioned, would inflame the situation rather than quell it. This crisis was borne of magic, of this the sorcerer had little doubt.

"Dürn'daal Pfhör Spht'kr!" Urdan shouted, raising an open palm, wrinkled by time and experience. Out from his hand shot a ray of white light, gently enveloping the growing girls, bathing them in a ethereal halo before fading with no effect. The wizard was shocked, having perfected his dispelling incantation across untold centuries, there was very little magic that could stand up to his power. But, indeed, whatever hex had gripped the soul of these two lengthening lovers persisted, their tremendous bodies continuing to swell as they contentedly ignored the rest of the world below.

Things were escalating as rapidly as Allie and Tiffany were growing, the frightened cops mere moments away from making a costly mistake. Urdan thought hard, retracing his steps to try and discern the cause of this magic anomaly when the bodacious brunette slipped off her freckled friend, knocking over a sign that directed parking lot traffic, not unlike how she knocked him over in the halls of the Serv-u-Mart not long ago. This positional change up gave Tiffany an opportunity, saddling over to her laying lover as they crawled further out from the store. The nervous garrison holding the line crumbled as a shapely leg swung overhead, narrowly missing a few fleeing officers as they retreated to give the gigantic girls more space. Giving a quick peck to her pet, Tiffany positioned herself over Allie's head, like she had with Ryan, and descended, sitting atop the submissive girl's as she bent forward, finally reciprocating the oral lovin' in an enormous 69.

While many of the onlookers stared, some turned on, some rapt with fear, Urdan continued to think, his embarrassing encounter with Allie now at the forefront of his mind. It had to have happened then, when they collided so abruptly. Something must have fallen from his pocket or gotten lost or...

Thinking for a moment, the wizard furiously searched his robe, retrieving the deep blue crystalline stones. Daerinelle's tears, the shimmering focus of wild magic essence, left enigmatic and volatile by their millennia of stored power. Sure enough, like he first noticed when he tried to barter the dangerous trinkets off, Urdan counted the tears in his palm, one was definitely missing and in it's place, nothing but glassy, powdery, crystalline residue. Daerinelle's Tears were devious in their potency and while their ability to see within the hearts of whomever carried them was well documented, the unpredictable nature of this magic was unknown to even the scholars of the seven circles. For a sorcerer as studied as he, Urdan knew he had no hope of reversing the effects that had befallen Allie and Tiffany, for no such being held that power. But with the likely cause of this episode divined, the grizzled wizard couldn't fathom how this happened. Urdan rattled off possibilities within his mind, trying to conclude how the tear acted on its own.

In truth, the magic was quite simple, if difficult to observe as even though Urdan never made his wish verbally, or really even thought about making a wish at all, the die was cast when the lust-stricken magician first saw Allie and Tiffany, their combined fates sealed when he accidentally crushed the frozen tear. In that moment, the swirling power that was conjured forth peered into the soul of not just the inter-dimensional traveler, but that of the two girls as well, seeing their most deep seated desires and manifesting all three at once.

Urdan and Allie's wishes were simple and surprisingly similar. Allie, ever the exhibitionist, merely wanted more eyes upon her, more attention to fuel the dangerous fire of her fetish. She wanted not just to be seen, but to be impossible to ignore, forcing the world to sit up and take notice, regardless of the cost. Urdan, meanwhile, very much wanted to see more of the girls too. His brief encounter with the pair within the store captured his attention completely. So completely that the ancient wizard found it impossible to clear his mind of their beauty and hoped to see them again, his unconscious thought binding them together in this unforeseen situation.

Tiffany's wish, however, was the foundation upon which this wild happenstance was built.

Her wish, her deep, burning desire within her was to see her fantasy become real, to indulge her urge to grow and become a true giantess. This solitary want, this lone passion was the keystone that allowed all three fatebound souls to have their wishes granted in one fell swoop, compounding into an avalanche of magic that could not be stopped. The busty brunette was truly impossible to ignore now and, indeed, the grizzled sorcerer was allowed the chance to look upon their bewitching beauty on more time, all while Tiffany revelled in the intoxicating power that had taken hold within her and her partner. She had never felt as fulfilled, never breathed any breath as full of life and vigour as in this moment. That was the nature of Daerinelle's Tears.

Remorse began to flood into Urdan's heart. It was not a feeling he was accustomed to, but as he looked upon the towering twosome while they continued to eagerly lick and lap at each other's luscious lovebox, he knew he had condemned these girls, perhaps even this world, to a fate wholly undeserved. It was not like his kind to trifle in the affairs of the mortal world. Indeed, Urdan could simply return to his home, turning his back on this problem and never hear a whisper consequence from it ever again, but this was not his way. The ancient wizard steeled himself, knowing it was his responsibility to right this wrong, but found a sensation of hopelessness overcome him. The effects of Daerinelle's Tears seemed irreversible, forever etched into the rock of history and time itself, never to be undone. But as the contemplative conjurer gripped the remaining tears in his hands, he had a clever thought.

Perhaps his magic could not dispel the power of the fallen empress, but he still held a handful of trinkets that could. It was a gamble, but Urdan knew what needed to be done. He would use a remaining tear and make a new wish, one that would loose the threads of fate and rewrite the path of the mortal world, ensuring his encounter with the duo of divine beauties that had stollen his tired heart would never happen.

However, knowing what would change came with the knowledge of what he would lose.

Urdan had traveled to realms beyond the comprehension of the mind, visited peoples and planets that stretched across time and space. He had seen more than entire civilizations could dream of, but he never saw anything or anyone as captivating as Allie and Tiffany. In truth, the expanse of the aeons was bleak, cold, and uncaring. Rarely did anything Urdan encountered in his adventures give him the spark of warmth, of life, as the beauty of these two mortal creatures, these two women from an unassuming plane of existence. His final wish would deprive him of their memory, extinguishing a lone flame in an otherwise dark existence.

But, enough of that. It was time to repair the damage he had done.

Gripping the brilliant blue stone in his hand, Urdan thought deeply, making sure to impart his exact wish upon the powerful artifact before clenching his fist with purpose, reducing the tear to dust.

In front of the store, the primal pair of carnal colossi were reaching their fever pitch, both of them building towards a powerful climax. Wrapped in each other's still-swelling embrace, each muffled moan and laborious lick echoed throughout the open air of the parking lot, rattling the eardrums of everyone present. Their moans turned to cries, their cries to screams of unparalleled pleasure as they drew closer and closer to orgasm, when a beautiful blue light engulfed the fantastical scene. Confused onlookers were bathed in the ethereal glow, trying to discern the source of this new unexpected element, finding only a lone, grizzled man with his hand outstretched. The light grew brighter as he passion grew more heated. Tiffany sat back, driving her fingers into Allie's hungry pussy as the busty brunette closed her arms around her partner's legs, squeezing as the wash of euphoria overtook them both. There was a single shared cry, a rapturous choir of unmeasured stimulation that held in the very air as the girls experienced the most powerful orgasms in the history of our world. The earth shook beneath them as their shared bliss rippled deep into the earth, their harmonious moans of joy still singing as the world faded to blue. Time slowed to a crawl, the striking scene suspending in solitude as the very temporal flow of reality halted for a few moments before churning again, only this time, in reverse. Slowly, the day's events played backwards from that moment, accelerating to a blur of motion as the timeline corrected itself in accordance with Urdan's wishes.

He had done it.

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It was 11:17 AM when Allison "Allie Kat" Mahoney and Tiffany "SweetieBiBear" Fenley exited the Abbotsfield Serv-u-Mart, making their way towards the silver four-door pickup truck they arrived in.

"I cannot believe you bought that shirt." Tiffany scoffed, professing her surprise at the fresh purchase Allie held in her arms.

"What? You don't think I'm 'The Boss Babe'?" The taller brunette asked, holding her shirt up for Tiffany to get an eyeful of. The wavy-haired girl rolled her eyes with a cheeky smile, happy to rain on her mentor's parade.

"Allie, it doesn't say that! It never said that" Tiffany exclaimed.
"Check it again."

Pausing for a moment, the confused girl turned the shirt around to inspect the powder blue tank top herself and sure enough, she realized her error.

"Wait, what..? 'The Boss Baby'?"

As if the subtle single-letter difference wasn't enough of a give away, the smug visage of a child adorned in a business suit stared back at the befuddled babe, highlighting the totality of the error.

"Tiff, you knew the whole time and didn't say anything?! Ryan?!" She cried, turning back to the lone cameraman behind her for an answer as he merely shrugged, enjoying an ice cream treat.

"Wait.. then... hold on." The confused camgirl stammered.
"Why did we come here? Why did we stop in Abbotsfield? I swear we were here to do something."

"Beats me." Tiffany said casually, approaching the truck while her partner stood frozen in the middle of the parking lot. Allie thought hard, trying to summon the reason for the brief pitstop and as she wracked her brain, flits of light, cloudy, unclear images that felt like faint memories, sparked in her mind before vanishing completely.

"Huh." She said.
"I guess it wasn't important, then."

And with that, the tall girl joined her friends, all three of them piling into the truck. Soon, they were on the road again, the silver paint job glistening in the late morning sun as they sped down the highway to return Tiffany to her hometown of Stetson. And as the truck disappeared over the horizon, the still-quiet parking lot of the Serv-u-Mart began to buzz, gravel and stone dancing as, once again, the opalescent fissures formed in the shape of an arcane circle. The pavement fell away into a familiar vortex of light and out popped a grizzled-looking man, clad in a grey robe, ready to do some shopping.

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Puzzled by the bizarre bruising along his midsection and pelvis, Ryan finished towling off as he exited his steamy bathroom and entered his den, clad in nothing but boxers and a worn sleeveless shirt. Grabbing a cold one from the fridge, the young man flopped onto his couch and reached for his laptop as he prepared to dig in for an evening of editing the clips from Allie's weekend with Tiffany. He hadn't looked over the footage too much besides checking focus and making sure the files were fine. Beyond the few scenes he filmed himself, he was in the dark about what to expect, his preferred way to edit.

Taking a sip, Ryan leafed through the footage to choose a project to cut together when a few strange .mp4's caught his eye, the thumbnails of which depicted Allie and Tiffany at the Abbotsfield Serv-u-Mart despite them only stopping in for a few minutes. Confused, the erstwhile editor pressed play to inspect the enigmatic footage, completely unprepared for the shocking content within.

Somehow, despite the magical undertaking that undid the hexen-chaos of that sleepy Sunday afternoon and erased the ordeal from the minds of those present, shreds of evidence remained in digital form, the totality of Allie and Tiffany's queen-sized romp, captured through Ryan's phone and now stored within his laptop. The young man was confused, uncertain of what he was witnessing, sitting in a wet puddle of sudsy beer as the can slipped through his numb fingers.

After sitting in stunned silence for a few more minutes, the cameraman retrieved his phone and made a call. Fidgeting nervously as it went to voicemail, his voice shook with quiet trepidation as he left his message.

"H-Hey, Allie. Give me a call when you get this. I'm gonna need you to take a look at this clip I found."


THE END