Gain some experience

"The real fun?" Regina asked with a risen eyebrow. "Sounds promising. Nothing worse than a boring Ringmaster."

Looking at history, I most certainly could imagine worse things. But judging from what Regina said so far, she seemed like some sort of immortal spirit, so she had probably a different mindset. I looked at the ring again. If I understood her correctly, it could do potentially anything as long as it affected a woman. My eyes wandered from the ring to my own body and my basically non-existent A-cup. I looked back to Regina, who was slouched on the sofa by now.

"Er, Regina? I have a question."

"Yes Ringmaster, you CAN give yourself bigger tits."

"How did you...?"

Regina raised her head and gave me a smug look.

"Please, do you think you are the first female Ringmaster? That is literally always one of the first things. Every. Single. Time. Ah, no that's wrong, there was ONE exemption. But if I start talking about Jeanne d'Arc now, I'll be busy all day."

"Wait a minute, THE Jeanne d'Arc? The Maiden of Orleans?"

"Yup. I tell you, that was one crazy girl. But as I said, long story."

"Okay, but one day I wanna hear it."

"Feel free. But now tell me, what are your plans for your mother? I wanna hear all the details. Show me the dark, twisted depths of your ****-driven mind."

While she was talking, her grin became so wide that it practically sliced her face in half. I was taken aback by her sudden change in demeanor.

"Oh, um, I actually intended to do it spontaneously, like, um, you know, whatever I come up with."

Regina's face became normal again.

"...you're a virgin, aren't you?"

I blinked.

"What? W-where did that come from??"

"So you are."

"S-shut up!"

"I most certainly could, but that would hardly change the fact, now, would it?"

"I said SHUT UP!"

The ring got warm, and Regina's lips clamped together immediately.

"Wait, the ring works on you, too?" I asked confused, only to get a seriously? look in return. "Oh, you can talk again."

"No, Ringmaster, of course the ring does NOT work on me. You see, these are tits are just implants, what looks like a clit is actually just an **** case of a micropenis, also, I'm castrated."

"S-sorry! I thought you are, I don't know, some sort of incorporeal spirit or something."

"No, I am very much corporeal. At least enough corporeal to carry your **** ass into your bed."

"Er, good point."

In one fluid motion, Regina stood up and reached me with two quick steps. She then put her hands under my armpits and lifted me up like I was weighing nothing. Well, granted, I don't really have any assets that could add to my weight. And just like that, she threw me onto the sofa. When the world stopped spinning, she was already hovering over me, pinning my hands down with hers.

"If you don't mind, Ringmaster, I can show you exactly how corporeal I am."

I gulped, not knowing what to say.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Without giving me another chance to protest, her lips descended on mine. As soon as her tongue entered my mouth, I dropped any bit of resistance I might have had and accepted it. As I tasted her sweet saliva, I could feel my panties getting soaked. Without letting go of my mouth, she pushed up my shirt and shifted her chains, so her bare chest pressed against mine, causing me to get even wetter. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in her aggressive kiss. I wanted more of it. And then, a had an idea.

Regina's tongue can extent up to five times its normal length! Regia has perfect control over her tongue!

The Ring became so hot that it stung, but it was to a bearable degree. Regina's eyes widened for a moment, but then I felt her lips move, making me assume she was grinning.

And then, her attack started. More and more tongue started to flood my mouth, gliding along my teeth, gums, and palate. Regina explored every inch of my oral cavity, and when she was done, her elongated tongue started to curl around mine, wrapping around it like a snake and, with a gentle tug, pulled me even deeper into the kiss.

I don't know if it lasted one minute or twenty. I only know that when Regina finally pulled back, I was panting like crazy even though I had barely done anything. She raised her head and straightened her back, so she was now sitting on my pelvis.

"I like your way of thinking, Ringmaster!" Regina said grinning before opening her mouth and letting her tongue at full length fall out. Only now I realized that the human tongue was way bigger than I thought. I head expected Regina's tongue after the change to extend about five inches out of her mouth. or maybe six. But definitely not the fifteen inches it was now. I tried to say something, but I still couldn't catch my breath.

"Weww wenn. Wetf wontfinwue."

I didn't need to understand Regina to get her message. And even if, it became obvious when her snake of a tongue started wiggling around on my bare chest, covering it in saliva, before caressing my nipples. Regina then shifted her position so she could also reach them with her lips, gently sucking on one while simultaneously stimulating the other one with her foot-long tongue. A soft moan escaped my lips. But after a short while, it got a little... dull. Not that it didn't feel good, it most certainly did, but after THAT kiss, it was kind of low-key. As such, I decided to do something against my chopping board. A nice, full C-cup would certainly spice things up.

...is what my brain probably would have decided it a) hadn't been flooded with dopamine and b) didn't belong to a girl that had read way too much hentai without having any real sexual experience, thus lacking any sense of realism.

I have a perfectly shaped K-cup!

A scorching heat burned in my finger, but I clenched my teeth and pulled through. After the pain was gone, Regina's eyes widened in surprise as her head got pushed upward. The weight on my chest kept increasing until I sported a rack that could put my stepmother to shame.

"You are one greedy girl, Ringmaster," Regina said before diving into the newly formed mountains of flesh. Her lips wrapped around my left nipple, and then sucked more and more mass in until the whole areola - which had grown accordingly with my breasts - disappeared in her mouth. She then pushed her tongue out, making it curl around my mound until it reached its base. She then started to squeeze down until my left breast looked like ham in a string net. After that, she pulled her head up, which with her vacuum of a mouth and the spring-like spiral still wrapping around it, stretched my boob to a point I had never imagined to be possible. After a moment, she released it with a plop and let it bounce back in shape, only to start over again. She was way rougher than before, but I didn't mind. It felt absolutely incredible. On top of that, together with the size, the sensitivity seemed to have increased as well. If this were to keep up, I would cum from my tits alone, a thought that made me become even greedier.

...did I already mention that I was high on dopamine?

Each of my nipples is as sensitive as my clit!

Yeah, I'm not a smart girl.

I immediately came, way harder than I ever did from masturbation. The orgasm shook my entire body, each of my muscles contracted, arching my back as far as possible with Regina still sitting on me. After it subsided, our eyes met, and the way she looked at me made two things clear. She absolutely knew what I just did, and she planned to make the most of it.

"Stop," was what I tried to say, but only a weak moan managed to escape my lips, which Regina completely ignored. She then started to attack both of my breasts at the same time, using her tongue to tie them together from the base to the top, so my nipples rubbed against each other in her mouth. I moaned with no control over my vocal cords, and when she started to squeeze and pull, it didn't even take a minute till a came again. And once again, Regina didn't care and got even more fierce. After the third orgasm almost turned my brain to mush, I finally could form a mental order for the ring.

Stop moving!

Regina froze. As in, completely. It was as if she had become a statue. This also meant that my new breasts now felt like they had been pressed through a tight steel spring, but at least the stimulation had stopped and I could think straight again.

My nipples' sensitivity is normal again!

With that, the tension finally left my body. Slowly, my breath and pulse returned to normal.

And then, I heard the front door open.

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Question to the readers

I don't know if I will actually come up with a story for it, but just out of curiosity: would you want to hear the story of Regina in medieval France and Jeanne d'Arc?

Also, this is the first time I wrote a sex scene that did not involve a penis, so feedback of any kind is appreciated.