I did a bunch of smaller linked stories back on tumblr where Maddie was home alone all day. I decided to put them all together~
“Let’s see… not in the kitchen,” Maddie mumbled, as she wandered around the house looking for any signs of a shrunken Heidi.
“Not in the living room… not hiding in the bookcases… Alright, I think I’m actually alone today! I wonder what kind of fun a gal can get up to here?”
Maddie flopped down into her chair. “I guess I should finish that sweater for Lara…”
The witch pulled out her knitting needles and the three-quarters-done sweater she’d been commissioned to make. Her magic flowed as she weaved the spell through the yarn, ensuring that the spell would encircle the wearer. “Titties as big as she wants,” Madeline sang while knitting. “Might as well make the sweater grow to fit too…”
Stringing the two spells together into the sweater, Maddie was knitting more rapidly than she usually did, knowing that–unlike her cat Salem–the recipient of this sweater actually wanted to wear it. “Now to bind off… and one, two, three… one magic, titty-growing sweater.”
I’ll package it up and ship it after lunch, she thought. I should do something nice for Cass before she gets back, but what? I guess I could get all her laundry done and the sheets changed…
She piled the sweater with the shipping info in the kitchen so she wouldn’t forget to send it out. “Now it’s time to have some real fun,” Maddie said, giddy. She climbed up the stairs to her bedroom, pulling her shirt off along the way and tossing it in the pile of laundry she had. Stepping into her bedroom, she undid the front clasp of her bra and shimmied her way out, sighing contentedly with her titty-freedom. “See ya soon, girls,” she said, snapping her fingers, watching as she shrunk down first to “normal” sizes and then to entirely flat.
This shirt is too worn-out to be donated, Maddie thought, but it’s the perfect condition to burst out of. The witch slipped the old t-shirt on over her svelte frame before grimacing at the sight of herself in the mirror. “Whatever floats your boat, I guess, but this figure is just… no fun,” she mumbled. “Ah well, time to go!” Madeline cast another spell, and she was rapidly stretching out the shirt. The stitching up the side was barely holding on to begin with, so the added pressure from her growing breasts was too much for it within a few heartbeats.
The stitches began to pop, loose threads sprouting out all over the shirt. Holes appeared in the fabric over her boobs as she grew ever larger, exposing her pale skin. Maddie resisted her desire to tear herself out of the shirt, instead opting to let her tits burst free. The witch was displaying some excellent side-boob to the empty room as the stitches gave up entirely, and her swelling bust freed itself from the constraints, the remnants of the shirt billowing off of her.
Maddie smiled as she looked at her usual figure in the mirror. “I should get into softcore porn,” she giggled, thinking about how erotic her tits bursting out would be for some people.
Hmmmm… there’s something I always wanted to try out, she thought, hefting a breast in each hand. How much can these milk tanks hold? Stepping out of the tatters or her old shirt, Madeline walked down to the kitchen, dragging one of the rolling chairs from the shared study. Plopping her butt down on the seat, Maddie massaged the undersides of her tits before snapping off another spell.
She felt the welcome fullness permeate her chest as all her milk glands began to work overtime, filling her tits with cream. Maddie resumed her massage, biting her lip as she sank into the feelings of her boobs. Her breasts bloated with milk, the skin stretching to contain all of it, and Madeline resisted the intense desire to work her nipples and relieve the pressure. She groaned. Bigger, bigger, more milk…
As Maddie tried to fill her tits with more and more milk, the pressure built too high and a stream of milk shot forth from her nipples, the force pushing her backwards a little bit. The witch couldn’t stop herself from laughing as she rolled across the floor; she snapped her fingers and released another torrent of milk, drifting around the house in short bursts now. She was brought back to reality as the rolling chair bumped into the kitchen sink.
“I guess I should empty these tanks and not flood the house with milk,” she grumbled before she had a better idea. Her face lit up. “Oh! I know! I’ll sneak into the ranch and see how much milk I can actually hold in…” She snapped her fingers and teleported to the one place she could, her cowgirl stable at Cece’s ranch.
She cautiously looked around; it seemed like no one was around- specifically, Cece wasn’t around to get up to whatever shenanigans with Maddie’s tits. She hooked herself up to the pump and hooked up to a measured container, then switched the machine on.
“Hmmmmmmmmmnnnnnggggg,” she moaned as her nipples were worked by the pump. In seconds, her milk was flowing, filling the glass bottle she had attached to the other end. She watched it fill up, increasingly proud of how much milk she had to release. Maddie gingerly rubbed the crotch of her yoga pants, sure that no one would care if they walked in on her- least of all Cece.
The witch was a little dazed as she jilled herself and let the machine work, at least until she could tell there was no more milk to pump out of her tits. She slowly sat up and grabbed the milk jug. “Four gallons?!” she shouted, amazed. “I had no idea I could squeeze two gallons each into these tits…”
I should get out of here before Cece finds me, she thought. “Enjoy the gift, cow harlot, I’m out!” Snap. Maddie found herself back at the coven house…
“Well, if i’m gonna be goofing off with my milk all day,” Maddie said, snapping her fingers, “I might as well go all the way… mooooooo!” The witch fidgeted in her seat as a pair of horns grew from above her ears; she wiggled her butt and reached behind herself to pull her tail out of her leggings. She felt her tits begin to fill up again. “I guess that’s unavoidable with the horns and the tail and everything, huh?”
“Hmmmm… I wonder…” Maddie conjured up something she’d done to herself once before and snapped her fingers. Shortly, her lips were plumping up into huge pillows, forcing her expression into a pout. “There’s those ridiculous bimbo lips,” she sighed. The witch pulled one of her udders up to her expanded lips and sucked the nipple into her mouth.
H-holy shit, she thought, moaning almost uncontrollably. Holy shit this feels amazing. Oh god…
She held her breast up in one hand and trailed the other beneath her leggings, slipping her fingers between her thighs and up her pussy. Maddie’s thoughts began to derail as she played with her clit and sucked down her own milk, her fat lips forming an intense seal around her nipple. She slumped into the chair she sat in, impatiently holding her tit in her mouth with just her lips and using both hands to shuck her yoga pants and thong down.
Maddie eagerly stuck her middle and ring finger into herself, eagerly massaging her pussy as she rode closer and closer to orgasm. It took all her concentration to not openly scream her pleasure; she didn’t want to lose her source of milk. Soon enough, she couldn’t help it, and her udders bounced on her chest as her hips rocked from her relentless teasing of her clit. Milk sputtered everywhere, soaking into the chair and pooling on the floor.
Moans turned to screams as she was teetering on the edge of climax, constantly edging herself closer and closer to it. Finally, with milk spurting from her nipples, Maddie’s legs shook as her muscles relaxed and she felt all her energy drain out of her through her pussy, content now to lay in the milky afterglow of that intense orgasm.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Maddie picked herself up from the chair she had been laying in after a couple mind-blowing orgasms. With a wave of her hand, the milk and… other fluids were cleaned up, leaving the room as pristine as it was before the rest of the coven left.
Rubbing her eyes, Maddie sauntered into the kitchen. “How about something to… relax a little?” Rifling through the kitchen, she gathered everything she needed- vodka and coffee liqueur. She poured the two components into a glass.
“Oh! I forgot milk…” Her eyes narrowed. “Wait…” She lifted one breast to the glass and gently squeezed, leaking her breast milk into the glass, filling it the rest of the way. “Theeeeeeeere we go,” she said, taking a sip. “Just one, for now.” Maddie snapped and all at once her milk dried up and her cow traits vanished.
“Guess I should grab a shirt and bra…”
Maddie wandered up to her bedroom, mentally going through her wardrobe to pick something to wear. Maybe something sexy for Cass? Pushing the door open, she already knew what shirt she wanted.
“Where did I put it?” she mumbled, flinging piles of laundry all over the room. As she made her way to Cassandra’s side of the bed, something caught her eye.
“Ooooh, Cassie’s spell book,” she cooed, picking up the leather-bound tome. She flipped through the pages, but eventually settled on the basic butt growth spell. “Wouldn’t that be fun, having Cass come home to find a big booty Madeline…” she trailed off, giggling, as she studied the spell.
A few minutes later, she was confident she could cast the spell. Maddie snapped her fingers, and in an instant, she knew the casting was successful as her yoga pants were stretched by her swelling booty. The boob-witch twisted and turned in front of her body-length mirror, admiring her handiwork. She giggled again. “Cass is gonna love this!” She sunk a hand into one of her ass cheeks, feeling how deep she could push into her squishy booty. Maddie lifted the cheek and let it drop, watching the nearly hypnotic jiggle of her butt.
“Bigger, bigger,” she whispered. She shook her head. “No, I gotta leave room for Cass to do her work on it! Duh.” Maddie cast another spell, and the growth finished.
“Jenny did say she wanted to try locally sourced ice cream…”
Maddie opened up the lid to the ice cream maker her sister had bought and positioned her boobs over it. Quickly firing off a spell, her tits filled up with milk; Madeline began squeezing herself over the ice cream maker’s reservoir.
The tank was filled almost immediately; Maddie made a mental note to get Jenny a bigger one if this worked out. She pulled her bra cups back over her boobs and grabbed her shirt to put back on. Fully dressed, Maddie began checking the other ingredients.
“Alright, ice, check, yup, it’s plugged in… I think we’re ready to go!” She flicked the switch on and impatiently waited for the machine to finish. It dinged, and Maddie grabbed a spoon before opening it up. Scooping out some ice cream, she could barely wait to try it.
Pulling the spoon out past her lips, Madeline smiled. “I make some good ice cream,” she said, squeezing her boobs.
“This is such a ridiculous idea,” Maddie said, letting her tits drain into the plugged bathtub. A spell she’d cast meant she was consistently producing more milk than she could contain, and the tub was filling decently quickly. She clambered in, boobs still leaking, to make sure she didn’t fill the tub too high.
Once the milk level was high enough, she snapped off the end to the spell, and her supply dried up. Maddie grabbed her phone from the counter next to her and brought up snapchat.
“Now, I wonder what Cass is up to…”
Hey Cass, are you alone? Maddie hit send. The typing bubble popped up on Cass’ end almost immediately.
Yeah, I’m back in the hotel room.
Maddie giggled, dunking herself underneath the milk to give herself a wet hair look. She laid so her nipples were floating just barely above the surface of the milk before pursing her lips into a pout and taking a selfie. She snapped her fingers before sending the snap to her girlfriend.
Cassandra pushed her hair behind her ear as she opened a snap from Maddie. She blushed, seeing her milk-submerged girlfriend with a seductive look to her, nipples just barely visible. “Ooooh, Maddie, if you keep this up, you’ll be eating me out for days when I get back,” she whispered. Out of seemingly nowhere, Cass burst through her shirt, tits bigger than her head making themselves known.
“Madeline,” she grumbled, even as the pleasure of growth tugged at her mind. Her boobs rapidly covered her torso, encroaching on her hips. She reluctantly stroked herself over her slacks as she grew, ending on a size rivaling her girlfriend. “Dammit, Maddie, I don’t have any clothes to fit these!”
Cass’ phone buzzed again, and she opened it to find a couple more snaps from Maddie. One was a bra and the other was a shirt, both Maddie’s. Cass figured it out, and looked over at her suitcase to find enlarging shirts and bras. Cass rolled her eyes. “At least she thought this one through,” she mumbled as she hoisted herself into a gigantic bra.
“Let’s see, if I remember right, these need some piece of the person they’re targeting in them, so… ow!” Maddie pulled a hair out and stuffed it into the potion vial. “Let’s see what this does…” The witch chugged down the love potion and the view of herself in the mirror turned into adoration.
“Geeze, I’m… fucking hot!” Maddie grabbed her phone and somehow figured out how to set it to take a picture every few seconds for an impromptu photoshoot.
Pose after pose, Maddie couldn’t get enough of herself. She was gradually losing clothes, first just her shirt, then her leggings, then her bra, leaving her in nothing but a lacy thong. Satisfied, she grabbed her phone and scrolled through them.
“I should… I should be a model,” she stammered. “They have big titty models, right? Like… my size titty models? There has to be a way in here…”
“Sneak into my ranch and leave your milk here, huh, Tiny? I think it’s only fair I repay you…”
Maddie stretched. “What to do next?” Suddenly, a bolt of Cece’s magic hit her, and instantly she transformed into Mooddie, tail and horns sprouting, ears morphing, tits–udders–filling with milk. “What the heck?!” Then the next bolt hit her, and the pounding need between her thighs was impossible to ignore. She stumbled to her bed, pulling her clothes off as she went.
Tumbling backwards, Mooddie’s hand was between her thighs before her back hit the mattress. “Mmmmm… mmmmm… mooooooo…” The cow-witch’s free hand gripped one full breast, squeezing her milk out relentlessly as Cece’s magic had its way with her body, pushing words out of her head and filling the empty space with moos.
“Ah! Ahhh! A-a-a-ahhhhmmmmooooooo!!” No matter what she did, Mooddie could barely make any sounds besides moos. Another bolt of magic hit the coven house, turning Mooddie’s bedroom into a spacious stable, and she was lifted up and her udders were hooked up to industrial-grade pumps. Her mind blanked, her thoughts now just one unending trail of moos.
Free to use both hands on her aching pussy, Mooddie was a climaxing mess.
“M-mmmm-mmmmoooooooo!”
“Alright, Tiny, you can have your mind back,” Cece said, satisfied with teaching the witch a lesson about breaking into her ranch. Across town, the pumps vanished, and Mooddie changed back into Maddie as her vocabulary returned to her thoughts.
“Ingrate goddess doesn’t appreciate my milk,” Maddie grumbled, picking herself up off the bed.
Hey Cass, I hope you’re sitting down, Maddie sent.
Maddie, what are you- Cass’ thumb somehow hit the send button as Maddie cast her spell and brought out her favorite vibrator, sliding it inside herself easily.
“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!” Cass streamed swears as her pussy was magically stimulated by Maddie’s actions. The butt-witch fell backwards onto her bed, unable to control her legs. Hands grasping the mattress, Cassandra could barely contend with what Maddie was doing to her.
“You… silver… haired… tramp!” she stuttered out between heavy gasps and moans. “Don’t… stop!”
Madeline, you are in so much trouble when I get back!!!
Maddie knew the “trouble” Cass promised was entirely bedroom trouble, inasmuch that Maddie had a few long nights of being Cass’ obedient good girl ahead of her.
I love you too Cassie 😘 At least I didn’t use the torture implement on ya, hun :P
Cassandra’s response was prompt. Don’t you ever put that thing near my pussy, you size queen tramp!!!
Maddie smirked. Before he’d moved away, Scott had been so kind as to give Maddie one of those dildos you can make from a mold of your dick- obviously, this was after she had doubled the size of his cock. Needless to say, Cass was not a fan of it on sight.
The boob-witch pulled it out to use on herself after ending the connection between their bodies. “I love Cass, obviously, but sometimes I just miss dick…” she mumbled, deciding to browse the Council’s spell archives.
The sex-related portion of their archives was hard to navigate, but eventually Maddie found what she was looking for- a spell to make a dildo a simulate a cock even better. The spell didn’t have any physical ingredients, so she read up on the mental and motion requirements and quickly cast the spell.
Not having bothered with putting clothes on since her last masturbation session, Maddie once again tumbled back into bed and worked herself up with Cass’ torture implement- what she called Old Reliable. It seemed a little soft when she’d started out, but the fake dick hardened quickly after she began to stroke herself with it.
Within a few minutes she was gasping and moaning; Maddie was nearly impaling herself on the dildo. The newly added effect of the dildo activated, and it was soon shooting fake cum into her. Something happened she didn’t expect- as her hips bucked, Maddie felt increasing weight falling back down onto her. She brought her vision from the ceiling to her chest and watched as her tits inflated, and the witch steadily made the connection between the cock-dildo and her growing boobs as it exploded within her again, but she figured she could reverse the growth later…
Maddie snapped her fingers and felt her pussy stretch as the dildo enlarged. “Ohhhhh, fuckkkkk, this might’ve been a mistake!” The witch’s hips bucked and arms moved less as more cum shot into her, pumping up her tits even bigger. The behemoths on her chest were weighing her down, covering her from neck to thigh.
“Fuuuuccccckkk!!” she screamed as she came again, the dildo releasing again. Her boobs were starting to take up the entire bed, even Cassandra’s side, as Maddie couldn’t even contemplate taking the dildo out. She managed to tumble out of bed, now laying against her boobs, one arm reaching behind her with the huge toy pushing it in and out of her pussy.
As it released again–the magic reservoir of cum unable to run out–Madeline was lifted off her feet, and she almost gave herself over to unconscious sexual function.
Once her butt hit the ceiling, Maddie broke out of her reverie. Exhausted, she was sprawled out over her tits. “Oh geez,” she whispered. “I’ve gotta get smaller…” A snap of her fingers brought her progressively closer to the ground until she was back on her feet, boasting breasts at her usual size.
Her stomach rumbled. “I need dinner… that milk from earlier isn’t doing much now… Jenny isn’t here, soooo… pizza?” She dialed the local pizzeria and got a couple pies for delivery.
Maddie stretched and yawned. “I should put clothes on,” she mumbled, looking down at her half-naked body.
A half hour later, she was shutting the door after getting her dinner. “That delivery driver was way too attractive,” she said. “If this were a couple years back he’d be getting his brains fucked out right now… come to think of it, if Rose were here, he’d be getting his brains fucked out right now.”
She set the pies down on the counter. “Can’t wait til Cass comes home… Saleeeeem? Come out, baby boy, lemme feed you dinner.”
“Alright, Salem, I’m gonna take a shower, and then we’re gonna curl up and watch a movie or something, okay?” Maddie squished the black cat to her chest and kissed his forehead as he squirmed to get away. “Alright, alright, just don’t be late, okay?” She released him onto the kitchen counter.
Maow. Salem scampered off.
“Butt.”
With the water running over her, Maddie took the time to relax. Today sure has been something, huh? She grabbed her loofa in one hand and lifted up a breast with the other, getting to the only thing she thought was inconvenient about giant boobs.
Madeline sauntered down to the living room. “Salem? Saaaay-leeeeeemmmm. It’s movie time, mush boy!”
Mrrrrr!
“There you are! I’ll grab your favorite blanket and put in something you’ll like.”
Madeline hit the play button, starting up Jurassic Park. “Hmmm… cat movie night? Let’s do it!” She snapped her fingers and felt her ears change for the third time that day, this time turning into triangular cat ears. A tail once again sprouted from above her butt, long and silver-fluffy.
She pulled the blanket down as Salem seemed restless. “What’s up, fluff boy? Nya?”
He purred and rubbed around her stomach.
“Oh, fine.” Meowdie pulled her sweater up, letting Salem crawl in, snuggling into her cleavage, popping his head out the neck hole. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
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