Thaumaturgy

Ah, yes, You're studying how to use magic. Since magic had been rediscovered, it had been used in just about everything, from construction to medicine. Several of the things you've brought with you had some kind of enchantment.

You thought back to the day that you first saw magic in use. Stacey Keller, in your class in High School, had turned up towards the end of the year with a magical boob job; she'd gone from an A-cup to a D-cup overnight, and she looked like the cat that had caught the canary!

That was, until one of the boys decided to have some fun. One day, in the middle of math, you heard Stacey gasp from her seat next to me. As your head turned to look at her. the first thing you noticed was the look of complete shock on her face as her chest started to swell, stretching her blouse so that her ample cleavage was clearly visible though the gaps between the buttons. She pushed her chair back so hard, she fell to the floor with a clatter, her blond hair cascading against the floor.

You jumped out of my chair to help her, but what you saw left you mesmerized. There was Stacey, the new class bimbo, writhing on the floor with a look of either pain or ecstacy on her face as the boys cheered at her; coming with a squeal just as her chest exploded out of her blouse with the tearing of cloth and the sound of buttons popping. Gathering yourself, you managed to lift her up and guide her out of the door and into the hallway.

As you both got halfway to the nurses office, you felt Stacey push away and, before you could stop her, she had dropped to her knees on the floor, with her back against the lockers.

"It hurts...so good..." Stacey moaned, kneadng her swollen teats with her hands. God, she had to be at least a EE-cup by now and, although you had never thought about Stacey in a sexual way, you began to get aroused.

Then the milk started to flow...

It started as a trickle, small droplets of white fluid dripping from the blonde's over-sized teats onto the remains of the ruined blouse or her jeans. Slowly, the trickle built up, until a small puddle began to form around Stacey's knees.

"Ooooohhhh...god...help..." Stacey cooed as she pinches her swollen nipples harder and faster, desperately trying to relieve the pressure in her chest. By now, you're seriously getting hot under the collar as she looked up at you, eyes filled with desperation and lust. You were gobsmacked at just how sexy she now looked.

"John, please...help me..."