The Nurturing Heart, Part One

"So," you start while powering down the tablet. "Do you promise not to do, er, any of that?"

Jenny gives you a disbelieving look. "You're serious? You're seriously serious."

"Seriously serious, seriously. For serious."

Your friend gives a dramatic sigh, then pops up her hand in a mocking rendition of the Girl Scout's Salute. "Fine. I, Jennifer Park, do solemnly swear not drive you crazy with totally real magic."

"And?"

"And I promise not to use definitely-not-bullshit powers to make you go bald."

"And?"

"And I promise not to use incredibly not made up spells to grow big ol' titties like your mom's character did."

"Okay, for the record? Her character wished for beauty, and boobs were just part of the package. But yes, thank you. I am now confident you won't go all The Craft on my ass."

Jenny scoffs as you slip your tablet back into your bag, obviously finding the entire situation beyond ridiculous. Which is fine, as far as you're concerned. At least for the moment, she's out of her funk and back to the same old Jenny you know and love. Er, the same old Jenny that a version of you knows and loves, and the current you is also a big fan of. Or...bluh, whatever. Keeping track of all this multiple timeline stuff is too complicated. From here on out, you're just going to go with whatever seems right and trust that everything will work out for the best. The important thing is your friend is feeling better, even if she thinks you're basically one step above a dude throwing tennis ball lightning bolts in some municipal park with all of this witch stuff.

You pull the book out of your bag, running a hand across its smooth cover. Now that she's feeling better, it's time to correct her thinking.

Jenny peers over your shoulder as you flip through the pages, eventually landing on the page that had popped into your mind when you learned of your friend's predicament. She furrows her brow, trying to read the passage as you rummage through your bag again. "What language is that? Is that a real language, or just scribbles?"

You shrug, lifting out a pen and notebook. "Honestly? No fuckin' idea. I can read it just fine, but the translation method is...um, it's not an option for you right now." You suspect Jenny would draw the line at suggesting that she go rub one out in the bathroom while starting at your magical tome. "So, I'm going to have to transcribe it."

With that, you quickly set about jotting down the prayer as it reveals itself to you. Jenny follows along, her brow slowly rising. "The Nurturing Heart? I guess that sounds...okay, so this is just some sort of positive vibes type thing? Like projecting out the change you want to see in the world or whatever?"

Uh, sure. "Yeah, something like that!"

"I don't have to burn my parent's photo or wear a cloak or whatever."

"Nope."

"Because you know how I feel about cloaks."

"Pretty sure but just to be safe?"

"Not a fan of cloaks."

"Then zero cloaks, for sure."

Jenny nods at that, straightening up with a renewed expression of interest. "Okay. I think I'm into this, then."

You glance over her way. "What, you weren't before?"

Your friend smiles sweetly, reaching out to give you a little pat on the shoulder. "Oh no, before I was absolutely just taking pity on you."

Well, she's certainly back to form. You shoot her a bit of extra side eye as you tear out the translated prayer from the notebook and slap it to her chest. "Whatever you say, birthday girl."

The girl sticks her tongue out at you before she begins to scan the paper. "So we just recite this in unison?"

You wobble one hand in a 'sort of' motion as you reach around with the other to rearrange your muscle shirt, squishing your fat rack out of the extended arm hole. "Well there is one thing we do sorta have to do."

Jenny nods distractedly, still reading the page. "What's that? Better not be cloaks."

"See that bit at the top about 'baring your needful bosom'?"

"Yeah, I thought that was sort of gah!" Jenny absentmindedly turns her eyes your way, then immediately whirls back around as she gets an eyeful of you releasing your boobs from your huge sports bra. "What the fuck Ash! Put those things away!"

You point a reproachful finger her way, your unconstrained chest wobbling prodigiously. "First off, I'll thank you to not call my babies things. And second, it's part of the spell. You have to do it too."

Jenny wraps her arms protectively around her perfectly pleasant chest. "If this is just about you wanting to compare breasts, that is so fucking sixth grade, Ashley."

"Come on, this stuff is all about embracing your womanly power! You've got to be able to confront the world unashamed of your female essence if you want to change it!"

The cheerleader takes a long moment thinking about it, then gives a short sigh. "Christ, you sound just like Isabelle's mom. Fine, but I'm keeping my bra on. If your dumb spell doesn't think that's 'embracing my womanly power' enough then it can screw off."

She reaches down, carefully pulling her white polo shirt up and over her head to reveal unblemished almond-toned skin, her stomach and shoulders nicely toned to contrast with the pert breasts packed into her cute nude-colored bra. She's probably a bit bigger than you originally were as a girl, but now? You straighten your back, squeezing your arms ever-so-slightly together to give your big boobs a regal little squish. Jenny seems to take that as a direct challenge, puffing out her chest defiantly. There's the girl who's boundless confidence you always admired.

You lift the book before you, giving Jenny an expectant little grin. "Ready?" She nods, lifting up her sheet of paper. The two of you take in a unison breath, and then utter the first syllable of the prayer.

The sudden thunderclap of potential that surges through you isn't a surprise this time, the magic taking control of your chanting to pull words from the deepest part of you. Jenny can only hang on in shocked disbelief as the prayer erupts out of her, joining your words in a writhing multi-toned chorus that visibly pulses in the air all around you. You looked exactly like that when this happened the first time, didn't you? Not anymore. Now you reveal in it, gleefully surrendering yourself to the power you act as a conduit for. On and on the two of you chant, the room beginning to shake from the energy summoned by your joint invocation. And just as before, precisely when your final breath has begun to deliciously burn out in your bountiful chest, the final word of the prayer slips from your lips and leaves the two of you to slump in exhaustion.

Jenny is the first to catch her second wind, the cheerleader glistening with sweat as she blearily tries to glare at you. "Ash...what, the fuck, was that?!"

You laugh breathlessly, carefully balancing your overripe chest in both hands as you arc your back. "Sorry girl, it ain't over yet."

"What the fuck do yooouuh~~?!" Jenny's pointed question distorts into a shuddering groan as she desperately thrusts out her bra-clad tits, harmonizing with your grunt of satisfaction as twin streams of milk gush into the air from your quivering nipples. Ohhhh fuck does that feel good, but you know all too well that your breasts are going to hate you for hours. Better just enjoy it now, you resolve, smiling dreamily as you lightly stroke the undersides of your wonderfully productive boobs and watch your milk gather in a swirling blob in mid air.

Hold on though, shouldn't Jenny be adding to this?

You shift an eye towards your friend, who is all but squealing in a sort of pained ecstasy as she scrabbles for something at her back. What is she...? The answer becomes clear when the Asian girl's bra full-on explodes off of her heaving chest, her previously modest breasts growing in shudders and spurts while releasing a river of cream to join your own. Jenny gasps in relieved rapture as her chest rapidly fills out, at least a few inches more endowed than she'd been a few moments ago. Guess she should have agreed to take off her bra.

You close your eyes to enjoy the rest of the ride, biting your lip and squeezing your needy pussy between your thighs. Taking care of downstairs business is at the top of your Most Wanted list right now, but you decide at you want to be able to tell Jenny that, at the very least, you refrained from fingering yourself on her bed. Because you are a good friend, and a classy lady. Far too soon you feel the last drop of milk escape your immediately aching nipples, Jenny's gasps hoarse from moaning in delight. You have just enough time to heft your overworked boobs back into your sports bra before reaching out to catch the falling bottle full of Best Friends' Milk. Well, you have to say: your tits hurt exactly as much as you remembered, but this was definitely easier the second time around.

For her part, Jenny does her best to catch her breath as she stares in bewilderment at her newly sprouted rack. You wouldn't have called her small before but, while she's still nowhere near your size, she's definitely a busty girl now. She shakily cups her expanded chest, only to release them with a hiss as the strain that producing an ocean of breast milk causes sinks in. She swallows, trying to find the words to adequately describe her state of mind. "Ash. What. The fuck."

Before you can respond she leans over and snatches up her bra from where it landed on the bed after being ejected from her growing bosom. It doesn't escape you and it certainly doesn't escape Jenny that the cups are noticeably bigger. She thrusts the undergarment towards you, pushing out the tag to reveal the very new 'DD' marked on it. "Ash. What the fuck?!"

You tap a finger to the side of your lip, pressing the ice cold bottle of milk against your sore chest as you make a show of thought. "Oh, you know what Jenny? We definitely could have avoided all of that stuff if we'd worn some cloaks."

Jenny throws her enlarged bra into your stupid face, and you definitely deserve it.