You don't have any reason to not believe her.

Had this been an overall normal day for you, you wouldn't have believed her for a second. But unless this really is an elaborate prank, you don't see any reason she would be lying. But still... it's possibly the craziest thing you've ever heard. "O-okay... unl-less you're about t-to say this is all a j-joke in the next m-minute... I believe you... I know you c-could easily j-just be a nud-dist... with dyed hair... and c-contact lenses... b-but you h-haven't g-given me a r-reason to doubt you... and plus..." You smile, keeping yours eyes off her boobs, partially out of respect for her modesty, partially so you stutters less, "If I do b-believe you... t-that means magic is real... a-and that I c-can potentially h-have a purple dragon p-pet named Spyro?"

Mable snorts, **** a bit from her swig of Mountain Dew. She places the bottle and bag of Doritos down on the table, then begins to rearranged her sitting position. Still coughing a bit, she turns to more fully face you, sitting up straight and with her legs spread, but brought together in front of her in a ring. With you and Mable seated next to each other on the sofa, her breasts are visible from a front view now, and she leans one of her arms against the back rest and rests her head on it. One of her breasts presses against the sofa's backrest, pushing the other breast out further to the side. You idly wonder if Mable's inverted nipples are natural or due to her curse...

"Nice one! I loved those games growing up. Favorite was probably Enter the Dragonfly, even though that one admittedly wasn't very good among the series, but it was my first Spyro game. Anyway, I dunno if magic is real in the spellcasting sense. Aside from succubi and incubi, I don't know of any other non-human creatures. Technically though, I'm not quite a human thanks to this curse. Its magic is in me, so I'm technically a magical human. It's like in D&D, where a Wizard's familiar is considered a magical animal instead of an animal. No spellcasting for me, but I am immune to any additional curses since I already have one. Incubi and Succubi curses aren't the most powerful curses out there, but they're among the most persistent. And dude, how many times do I have to keep telling you that you can stare at my tits all you want? Here."

She reaches forward, grabbing your hand and pulling it to her breast, placing your hand on it and pressing your palm into her soft, firm flesh.

"There, isn't that be-ohhhh... better?"

Your body tenses at the physical touch. Even just her hand is enough, but her tit? Any possibility of a rational thought just goes out the window as you stuttering and weakly try to protest "I-eh-uh-eh-oh..." You can't say a single word straight! But neither do you have a mind to pull away. The only real clear thought in your head is how nice this feels. That. and you're actually touching a girl. "Ah, uh, but, um," you to speak again, though even you don't know what you're trying to say.

Mable's soft moan when your hand made contact makes it even worse for you! You hope you don't black out and land face first somewhere your head probably shouldn't be! Your face practically glows red, but deep down, you're enjoying this...

"A-Anyway, that... That's the gist of it. I'm naked because I bested an Incubus, and now I'm magically incapable of wearing clothes. Warm jackets, boots, jewelry, glasses or goggles, e-even protective gear like aprons or sports equipment. Ohhh..."

Shit, she forgot how sensitive these things were... Christ, your hand feels incredible on her tits. It's so different from the people she usually punches from copping a feel... Was this what consensual fondling was like?

"I-I've had some time to e-experiment a bit. Ohhh... I can still wear make up, but I usually go for a more natural look. I can aaaaaalso wear body paint, which is the closest I can-can get to wearing clothing. I can dry myself with towels, but I can't wrap them around myself. I can wrap myself in blankets for warmth or when I'm sleeping, but if I try to walk around with one to use it as cover or clothing, th-that's when it'll start v-vanishing due to the curse. Other than that, I'm j-just perpetually nude Mable, but I guess I'm used-used to it."

God damn, she wants to take your hand off her breast, but... Fuck, this feels good.

You're barely able to focus on what she's saying, and no one can blame you. The first set of boobs you're touching, and they belong to a sexy naked girl? You don't think anyone could focus with that happening! You can hear the soft moans and stutters of pleasure from the girl the breast belongs to. If you were thinking clearly right now, you'd be worried about what everyone else in the café would think, but it's hard enough to get your mind off of her boobs, much less the owner of them herself.

"T-t-that-t's hor-rible..." you barely manage to squeak out, your face still a dark red. You're sweating like you've eaten ghost pepper chili, while your hands feel both weak and frozen in place. "M-mayb-be... t-there's a-a-a w-way t-t-to... g-get-t... f-free o-of it-t?..." You manage to pry your eyes off of Mable's tits and looks up to her eyes after she finishes speaking. It's as you see the look on her face and involuntarily give her breast a squeeze that you snap to your senses and pull your hand away.

"S-sorry!" you exclaim, worried she's going to demonstrate her martial prowess for that.