A very ancient magic

"Are you sure we can find the ingredient list for that intangibility potion in here? The teacher was very insistent on not providing any help for this assignment and forcing us to rely on potion guidebooks." Ophelia Rediguess asked as she gave the current book she was looking at another once-over.

" You know how old those books are. Potions were one of the earliest forms of magic, so I'm surprised the original books about them in the archives haven't crumbled to dust at a turn of a page." Aldric Valentich, her study partner and close friend, scoffed from the table behind her as he looked through a green book titled "107 potions for advanced levels" in ancient writing.

"But still, the teacher said we shouldn't rely on her too much. Seasoned sorcerers have always relied of the archives for the trickier techniques." Ophelia huffed as she closed the current book and looked over another one. Finding one ingredients list in a library full of them was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

By all accounts, the Sorcerer's Institute did not exist. Just like magic, it did not exist, SHOULD not exist by all stretches of the common belief, yet it did. It persisted, it hid, it adapted.

Located in a remote range of the Cho Oyu mountain, it was the world's best kept secret. Hidden out of sight and embedded in a large mountain range hidden and covered by snow, the Sorcerer's Institute was 50 stories tall and funded by a very rich select few that know about the existence of magic. It originated in the 1920s as a way for youths and adults of all ages with magical affinity to come together and learn, as well as conduct research. If magic manifested in a person, they would find a set of coordinates sketched on a wall in their house that would soon vanish leaving no trace after a few minutes. This was their calling card. Come to us, we are like you and you are like us, it silently urged.

While the original institute was carved painstakingly (and with help from magic) out of rock like a monastery, the institute changed with the times. With teleportation spells helping to transport materials and technology over great distances, the institute upgraded over the years until the current day to have the most recent in technological devices and the hardest, most durable material keeping the skyscraper-like institute in place.

The Sorcerer's Institute was a place of learning and study as well as research. Many could walk in and out to do their business, as long as they had affinity for magic and promised not to use magic in public under threat of banishment, which made it a surprisingly crowded place in an otherwise distant and harsh landscape.

With the magical temperature-controlling spell bubble cast over the entire facility, the temperature inside the building never reached as freezing cold as the outside. No worries about having to traverse the harsh landscapes, as there was a whole portal room leading as an "entrance" or rather, the approximation of a train station leading to the facility's interior as many used the teleportation spells to their advantage.

It is these conditions that Ophelia Rediguess had decided on the attire she wore without worrying about freezing: a simple white sweater and extremely short skirt barely covering her huge, wobbly, jiggling ass cheeks parted by an extremely thin black thong.

Ophelia was of European descent and came from a long line of sorcerers and magic users dating back to the 1500s. She was told stories of the institute by both her parents, who were researchers studying pyromancy at the facilities. She eagerly waited for her magic to manifest so she could visit, and her wish was granted when she turned 10. Now that she was 18, she still hasn't gotten tired of the endless possibilities of magic. She was the most serious and studious student in her class, much to the annoyance of some.

Aldric Valentich, her partner, was also European. His family line of magic only went back 20 years or so, so they were sort of new to this magic thing, though it didn't bother him much. He was naturally carefree, playing with whatever cards he was dealt. When the invitation to the secretive institution came to him at the age of 10, he naturally decided to go along and take classes to learn knowledge most of the human population didn't know. He met Ophelia during a common spellcasting class they took together and they immediately hit it off, their friendship going strong after 8 years.

Though lately, as their puberty hit and reached it's peak, Aldric had this weird feeling that he wanted something more than friendship with Ophelia.

Ophelia bloomed like a beautiful flower, gaining D cup tits and a huge round ass. Her clothing suddenly seemed to small to conceal her, gaining the stares of most boys in class, but she didn't seem to care. Magic was all she was focusing on, even if many stopped dead in their tracks to watch that absolute dumptruck she was packing in the back bounce and sway like shaking jello.

It was at this boring day, where the hormones had reached their limit and boredom had reached it's peak after an extremely dry lesson, that Aldric couldn't handle just looking at that fat, plump, huge butt anymore.

"How about we take a break?" Aldric said, his heart almost skipping a beat as one of the books fell and Ophelia bent over to pick it up, revealing her two full round twin moons in all their resplendent glory.

"Sure." Ophelia got up and looked back, pushing her long blonde hair aside from obscuring her face, "what do you have in mind?"