Melona was in her enchantments class, watching Chantress talk about...something or other. It was hard to say.
This wasn't like her, she knew. Normally, Melona was halfway decent at paying attention to Chantress' lectures. It was the only way she could avoid getting used as a demonstration by the rest of the class. But now, was different. Melona stared at her professor's impressive bust as she talked. She wasn't the biggest out of all the professors, but still. Damn. How did these witches get like that, and who would she have to kill to be like them?
It wasn't fair, Melona thought. In her dream, she had the body she wanted. Sure, she couldn't walk, or stand, or anything besides stay trapped by her own colossal breasts and masturbate, but what else was she gonna do with her life? And now, here, Chantress, arguably the most conservatively dressed out of all her professors, was just effortlessly flaunting her body, rubbing Melona's face in it.
Well no. She wasn't rubbing Melona's face in it, and that was another part of the problem.
Melona wanted to be bigger. She needed to be bigger. She would do anything to be...
"Bigger," whispered Melona. Regrettably for her, it was a stage whisper, one that rebounded off the walls and into the ears of her professor and her fellow students. Every eye in the class turned to her. She thought she could hear someone snickering.
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