Lunch and Research

The three of you return to the lunch table mostly dressed (with the exception of Maisie's top, because you don't want to have her boobs adapt to a smaller garment yet), and you greet Mary who is just putting the finishing touches on a quick pasta dish.

Mary greets you back, but sends a critical look at Maisie. "So you're an actual witch now? Does that have anything to do with how you apparently have to be topless at the lunch table?"

"No, that one is all about Simon being a horndog." Ouch. You can't say you don't deserve to be thrown under the bus like that, but it still stings.

"So, Mr. Jones. As my daughters' boyfriend as well as their controller, do you have anything to say for yourself?" From the tone of Mary's voice and the look on her face, you can tell she's not as serious as her words make it seem.

"Yes, your honour. Your daughter's breasts are beautiful and it would be a shame to deprive the world of their view." You help Mary carry the pasta pot to the table, where her daughters are currently setting the plates and cutlery. Holly is doing most of the work just sitting there and making spoons and forks float into place with her mind. You can't help but watch the weightless bouncing of Maisie's inflated boobs, and congratulate yourself about the changes.

Mary shakes her head with a smile as you all sit down and begin loading your plates with delicious pasta. "I wish I could have been as free in my experimentation in my youth. But as it seems that all of you are having fun with it and nobody is being harmed, I'll allow it. Actually, one condition. Simon, would you mind asking them whether they'd accept this if they weren't under any commands from you?"

You look between the two sisters, who are both nodding at you in approval. "Maisie, tell us if you would be okay with this if it weren't for my commands."

Maisie swallows her first forkful of pasta, then responds: "As for the boob thing, hell yeah I'd still be into it. I've been into experimenting with sexual experiences ever since my first kiss, and that's been some time ago at this point. But I wouldn't be into it with you if you hadn't commanded me to reconsider my choice of boyfriends, nor with Holly if not for that thing about tolerating ****." She sees your face fall after her comment about her not naturally being into you, then quickly amends: "I'm glad you adjusted my outlook on sleeping around, for what it's worth. Now that we can play with my curse in the bedroom, I don't see how I'll ever need to have sex with one of 'the real men' ever again!" There's a clear grin on her face as she puts scare quotes around 'the real men'.

Satisfied with Maisie's answer, you continue with her sister. "Holly, what about you? Same question."

"Honestly? I'd be disgusted about Maisie having her tits out at the lunch table, let alone doing anything with her in the bedroom. But like this? I can't deny it's super hot having her boobs just floating there."

Maisie, having just been about to swallow a bite, chokes on her food in response. Her right tit dips into her plate as she's coughing, covering the underside of it in tomato sauce and melting parmesan. "Great cough cough... Maybe hold back on the cough compliments while I'm eating! Now I'll have to clean this up! cough"

Seeing her like this, you can't hold back a light-hearted compliment. "Maisie, your tits look delicious like this!"

Only from the sudden change in Holly's and Mary's faces do you realise that you just accidentally gave a command. Especially Holly is now looking more hungry for Maisie's chest than for the actual food in front of her. Looking at Maisie again, you also feel the urge to reach across the table and lick the pasta sauce off her perfect floating tit.

Maisie is the last one to react to the sudden change in mood around the table. She quickly reaches for a napkin and cleans off the spill as thoroughly as she can. As she slips it inside her cleavage, she lets out a sudden and surprised moan. "Oooh no, I felt that... Simon, I think you forgot to remove an old command!" After a confused stare from you and a suspicious one from her mother, she leans into you and whispers, "You made my cleavage feel like a second pussy when I'm horny and, well..."

It takes all the willpower you have to not bury your face in Maisie's cleavage in front of her mother. "Maisie, all of the commands regarding your boobs are canceled. You're no longer horny."

She slumps back into her chair in relief as her chest shrinks back to its normal size, then she quickly covers it with one arm. "Is it weird that I feel more naked like this than with the huge boobs from earlier?" She excuses herself to her room to put something on over them.

Mary sighs. "I really want to leave you three to have all the fun you want, but I'll have to ask you to at least revert the sexual stuff when other people are around. I'm not exactly comfortable being suddenly attracted to my daughter." You cringe, and feel a blush of shame cover your face. Then you hear her continue in a quieter tone, while clearly blushing herself: "At least if you can't claim my curse for yourself..."

After cleaning up the table, you sit down with Maisie and Holly to study The Coven and its Rituals some more. The pages Rosalind wrote about the curse are interesting, but it's hard to make progress on understanding how to lift it.

"How about commanding me to just tell us how to get rid of it? Something like that worked once already!" Holly is eager to offer herself as a guinea pig.

You have some reservations. "I don't like it. The thing I asked of Maisie was a lot smaller than how to get rid of the curse, and you saw how much it took out of her."

Maisie has another idea. "What if we could do it in two steps? You ask Holly for some divination ritual, then we do that to actually find something out?"

With Holly's enthusiastic approval, the three of you take some time to polish the wording together, then you command her: “Holly, tell me how we can find out about altering or lifting the curse while causing Maisie and you as little harm or exhaustion as possible.”

Holly's eyes begin to glow, but it's nowhere as dramatic as Maisie floating into the coffee table when you asked her about the curse the other day. "Command one of us to write the information down on a blank page in the book." She closes her eyes for a moment, and when she opens them again, she seems properly awake. "That felt weird, but it wasn't that bad fortunately. I guess it didn't take as much magic energy or however these things work. Maisie, you can get ready for the big one while I get something to write." With that, she sets off up the stairs.

When Holly comes back, she does so with a whole backpack floating behind her. Looks like she's enjoying showing off her new powers. "I liked having a lot of different utensils for taking notes in college", she says by way of an explanation. "I don't need a lot of it in my job, so most of the collection is still in here." The backpack magically unzips and a pencil case floats out, opening to reveal some neatly arranged stationery.

"Okay, are you ready Maisie?" You get a nod in return. “Maisie, write on a new page in the book a description of how we can alter or lift the curse.”

With the by now familiar look of trance on her face, Maisie reaches into the pencil case and takes out a fountain pen. She pricks herself in the finger with the nib and writes into the book in her own blood. The deep red writing turns to crisp black ink as it dries. Every dozen words or so, as the blood in the pen runs out, Maisie pricks her finger again and continues writing.

Lifting the curse requires the sacrifice of the youngest female descendant of Rosalind’s bloodline. This ends Rosalind's line of witches, choosing a new woman of mature age anywhere in the world at random to become a new witch. The curse’s magic is released uncontrollably, causing unpredictable consequences.

Altering the curse must be done by a coven of three witches, at least one of whom is of Rosalind’s bloodline and one of whom is bound to her under the effect of the curse. Rosalind’s descendant may speak three new truths about the curse, which shall apply to all its bearers. People who know about the curse, both bearers and their controllers, will know about these truths immediately. If the speaker attempts to alter the curse too heavily, she will feel a compulsion in her mind to amend the new truth or suffer consequences. After the ritual is completed, the curse can only be altered by further descendants of Rosalind’s line.

A few last drops of blood drip out onto the page before the wound in Maisie's finger closes up by itself. She slumps back into her chair. "It's not quite as bad as last time", she sighs. "I think I can stay awake, just let's maybe move to the couch."

The three of you make your way to the couch, Maisie under the magical support of Holly's telekinesis, then you read again what Maisie wrote.

"Doesn't look like we want to lift the curse outright", you surmise. "Rosalind's youngest female descendant is my mom, and she doesn't deserve to be sacrificed."

"Yeah, not when we have the alternative of changing the curse. Although I have to ask myself what's meant by 'altering the curse too heavily'. Because it looks like we only get one shot at this." Holly looks worried. "Also, the speaker is referred to as 'she'. Looks like the witches all have to be female."

"That's not good news. Can I command you to write a clarification on the being female thing? Because that's pretty vague, and I still want to try altering the curse if at all possible."

Holly nods. "Go ahead. I can still take it."

"Holly, write in the book a clarification on whether I can participate in this alteration ritual."

Holly takes the book and returns to the lunch table. She pricks herself with the blooded pen, but doesn't continue on the same page. Rather, she leafs backward through the book until she comes across one specific paragraph, which she encircles in red before the spell fades.

Ritual to Ensure the Continuation of the Female Line of Witches - If the firstborn of any mother in the family’s line is to be born male, this incantation ensures that the child instead develop as a daughter. Her body shall become wholly female, and her mind shall never suffer unease about its shape. “Thou shalt set forth the line of witches begun by my forebears. Into tides to come, thou shalt carry our powers and hinder any harm befalling thy loved ones, my daughter.” The incantation is finished by bestowing a female name upon her. Any uninitiated person who had already seen her as a boy, such as the father or the midwife, shall remember her as a girl under this name.

Snapping out of it, Holly reads what she just highlighted. "Well, damn... Simon, are you ready to be a girl?"