A carnal theatre

“So how are you liking the show?” Mumbo, who was sitting adjacent to Raven in his own plush red leather movie seater seat, gave her a nudge.

“What?” Raven blinked. “Mumbo?” What was that idiot doing here? Something was wrong.

“That’s my name; please wear it out!” Okay. Something was seriously off. She tried to assess the situation. Mumbo was supposed to be wandless and therefore magicless, but obviously that wasn’t the case. Maybe something to do with recent events. No, certainly something to do with recent events. She studied him. He looked the same as she remembered, still his blue-skinned, white-haired, magician-attired self, goofy in a sense of how stereotypical he was.

A moment passed, and then she realized that there was something heavy sitting on her chest, which caused her to look down. Her eyes, if she wasn’t as committed to stoicism as she was, would have popped out of her head. There wasn’t something on her chest, it was her chest. Her boobs were almost four sizes larger than they used to be. They strained her outfit to near breaking.

“What. Did. You. Do?” She spat out between grit teeth.

“Hmm? I’m afraid you’ll have to be a bit more specific?”

“To my honkers, you idiot!” She blinked. What did she just say? “My melons.” Again, her brain said one thing and her mouth another.

“Oh those. You should have said so. I just waved my wand and ‘presto growo’ they changed to a more pleasing size, wouldn’t you say?”

“The size of my tits is none of your business.” Raven growled. “And stop messing with my words.” Having enough of this, she began to utter her incantation. “Azarath… Metrion… Titthos.” She waited for the telltale surge of power to suffer her being, but nothing. And then she realized her otherwise rote incantation was altered. It was at this moment that the smaller sliver of dread began to sneak its way through her gut. She tried again. “Assarath Metrion Zinthos.”

“Now, now, none of that. I was going to leave you unaware, but then I realized it’s not a proper show without an audience. Naturally, as a proper precaution I’ve removed your pesky super powers.”

“Mumbo.” His name was laced with venom. “This is going too far. Let me go now or you will regret it.”

“Hmm? No, I don’t think I will.” He waved his wand in her face. “You see with this wand and these new wonderful fantastic crystals, I really am the master of fate now. Now shush, the best part is coming up.”

Raven tried to speak, but her mouth was sealed shut with a zipper. Mumbo leaned back in his seat and the lights dimmed. The curtain drew forth on the stage in front of them, and all of the sudden Raven felt a sucking sensation. Light and space seemed to fold in on itself and she was teleported forward, back into normal space and normal time out of this brief intermission.

“Friend Raven, are you okay?” Starfire leaned down in front of her. Raven felt like dry-heaving for a moment, but the sensation quickly departed and in its place the dull dread returned. She looked down, and her body was still warped as ever.

“Star, quick. Mumbo’s here and he’s messed with my body.”

Starfire adopted a confused expression. “Uh. What do you mean, friend Raven? You look normal to me.”

Raven thrust out her chest. “Does this look normal to you?”

“Uh, yeah?” Starfire was beginning to look a bit concerned. She motioned over Beast Boy. “Is there anything wrong with how friend Raven looks?”

“No. Same as ever.” Beast Boy huffed at being interrupted from his video game. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a demon to slay.”

“Star, Beast Boy, look, he made my jugs bigger.”

“As if. Your boobs have always been that big. Besides, why would Mumbo do that?” He motioned to the kitchen, where – to her horror, Mumbo was nonchalantly chewing a granola bar. He waved at her.

“Non-guilty as charged!” He cheerfully quipped.

“No. Look. He’s mind controlling you. This isn’t normal.” Raven was beginning to sag back into the couch in despair.

“Uh huh. Is this a prank or something?” Beast Boy was inching closer back to his controller.

“No.” She gave up.

Mumbo chimed in helpfully. “I told you. You’re the audience. Everyone else is part of the show. And they’re quite good actors, with a little brainwashing. To them I’m the hero and honorary Titan, Mumbo the Magician. And anything I do becomes normal and accepted, including but not limited to your glow-up. And there’s no way of breaking through to them, I’m happy to say. Call it just deserts for my wrongful imprisonment; I’ve imprisoned their minds in turn.”

To this, Raven only had one answer. She opened her mouth to scream in anger and frustration, but all that came out was a slight yelp.

“Friend Raven, are you really truly okay?”

“No.”

“Oh!” Starfire floated down beside her. “What’s the problem?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Oh! Is this a magic thing?”

Raven nodded yes.

“Well then don’t fret, I’ll figure it out. Hmm.” She put a finger to her mouth. After several long moments, she gave up. “I don’t know. But I do know someone who might.” She floated over to Mumbo.

“Friend Mumbo, something’s wrong with Raven. Can you figure out what?” She batted her eyes at him.

“Oh! A problem for the magnificent Mumbo?” He put down his food and somersaulted over the table. He swam in the air towards Raven, alighting down in front of her. He twirled around and suddenly he was dressed in a doctor’s robe and holding a stethoscope out. He pressed down on her engorged tits. “What seems to be the problem, miss?”

“Leave.” She commanded.

“Ah. I think I see. Mhmm. Mhmm. Testiness caused by lacteus buildup in the mammories. Seen it a thousand times.”

“Oh!” Starfire jumped up in excitement. “I don’t know what that means.”

“Too much milk.” Cyborg, who was otherwise busy interacting with his computer systems, clarified from the peanut gallery.

“Just so. Best to drain her pronto.” Mumbo advised.

“Got it!” Starfire gave him a thumbs up and then without any hesitation, dragged Raven’s leotard down, releasing the gray-skinned woman’s tits with a plop. They jiggled in place for what seemed like an eternity to the horrified Raven who couldn’t lift a finger to stop them.

“Star, stop this!. You’re being controlled. Break free!”

“No can do, Raven. Don’t worry, I’ll have you cured in no time.” Star leane down, aligning her orange face and plush red lips with Raven’s left teat. She licked her lips and then glomped down on the protruding organ.

The sensation of immensurate bliss immediately enveloped Raven. Good. Good. Her brain was instructing her conscious thought that this was the definition of good. Having her tits sucked equaled good. And then, after only a short while of suckling on Starfire’s part, her tits began lactating. Milk started to flow from her boobs to her friend’s mouth. And that was Perfect. Happiness. Everything right and good with the world.

“Ohhhhhh.” She moaned in expression of that truth.

Starfire unlatched from her boob with a trail of drool and milk intertwining to drop from her friend’s mouth to her purple-clad chest.

“Is it working? Do you feel better, friend Raven?”

In response Raven could only moan out a weak and needy, “More.” Starfire nodded and resumed her milking session. With each sucking motion, an orgasm rocked Raven’s body, electric current from her tits to her head in an ever flowing sexual dynamo.

“See?” Mumbo, who was leaning over the couch, crowed. “I’m not all bad. I made your tits twenty times more sensitive than your pussy. A neuron here swapped with a neuron there, and voila! How’s that for a magic trick?”

“Goooood.” She moaned. All thoughts of what was going on prior to this was drowned in a sea of bliss.

Meanwhile Starfire too was being rewarded for her good efforts. The milk she was gulping down eagerly was an aphrodisiac, and incredibly addicting. Each gulp begat the need for another gulp.

She snaked her hands down to her pussy. She needed this. She deserved this for helping her dear friend. She began masturbating. Each flick of her cunt timed in tandem with a suck on her friend’s tit.

This went on for a solid ten minutes, with only slight breaks for air on Starfire’s part. At the halfway point she switched to the other tit. And then at the end, when there was no more milk to drink, the two came a final time, howling in primal agony.

The two panted. Raven’s tits were noticeably a size smaller than they had been before, though of course, still huge in comparison to their original size.

Starfire offered her friend a slight smile. “Do you feel better now, Raven?”

“Yes.” Raven couldn’t find it in herself to lie.

“Good!” Starfire clapped her hands together.

“Great!” Mumbo echoed. “Now I think Starfire deserved a reward for her effort, don’t you Raven?”

Raven tilted her head to look at the blue-skinned fiend. Her happiness tempered off. She didn’t like the causally malignant caprice with which he asked. “Leave her alone.”

“Oh? What was that? Do whatever you want? Can do!”

Mumbo waved his wand.