Seeing Clara's tits grow makes Travis curious about something else

"Easy," the red bra responded, nodding its cups at Clara. Clara shuddered and let out a moan as both of her tits swelled, expanding and dropping just slightly under the additional weight. Travis' jaw dropped at the sight, and his underwear continued stroking him as he imagined how the change must have felt to Clara. She was looking at him through half-shut eyes, suspended over the ground in leather and nylons, and now he watched her grabbing her own tits, playing with them--seemingly pleased with the change.

"I want to suck on them," Travis said. "I want to suck on her tits." Clara's body magically bounced over to him in her half-ensemble, displaying a ripe nipple to Travis's lips. He looked up at Clara, staring down at her tits. He licked his lips and latched the areola, sucking at Clara's nipple as she moaned behind her gag. She thrust her chest against him, encouraging him as he gently pulled on her nipple, playing against it with his tongue.

The clothes coming to life, this hot clerk levitating in front of him, wincing behind a gag as he sucked at her breasts...it was magic. There was no other explanation. He had no idea how or why it was happening to him, but reality was warping to his will. He wrapped an arm around Clara and placed his other hand on her round tit as his mouth gently pulled on her nipple. She was cooing now, and Travis' oversexed mind wanted more.

"Mmm...as you wish, Travis." The red bra nodded its cups at Clara again, and she curled her toes as she felt some unseen change inside her. Suddenly, Travis' attention at her chest felt better than ever, and she moaned pleasure into the soaked panties gagging her. Travis pulled his lips away, licking them. He tasted something from Clara--hot and sweet. She simply looked down at him, needy. Her gag pulled itself out of her mouth.

"Don't stop," Clara moaned. "Pleeeease don't stop."

Travis looked back at her swollen chest and decided to get creative. This **** had Clara magically producing milk from his thoughts alone--how far could he take that?

"Milk her," Travis said. "Milk her as if I was sucking both her tits at the same time." Clara's mouth hooped into a round 'O' as both her breasts were pulled by unseen ****. Her eyes rolled back as her nipples elongated slightly, victims of gentle invisible lips pulling at them. She squealed as her body wiggled, her tits manipulated and groped as she began to give milk.

Travis watched the milk flow from both nipples, pumped by magical means and flowing into the air as if through an unseen pipe. It sailed toward him, and he pursed his lips, letting it enter like a straw. He drank the short, narrow stream and felt his cock harden. Something was happening to him.

"You feel it, don't you, Travis?" The bra said. "Your magic is waking up."

"Magic?" Travis said, looking at the suspended Clara, then back to the bra. "Aren't...you doing this?"

"I was just a bra until you imbued me, boy!" The bra jiggled as it laughed. "You're doing this. We just helped you get going."

Clara had been listening as she bit her lip, silencing her own moans even as her tits continued to be milked. The streams gathered into a sphere between the two of them, and now Travis studied her face as she marveled at the unreal sight.

"More," Clara said, looking at Travis. "If you're really magic--do more...suck me, spank me, fuck me...I want MORE!"