PUT OFF Aurelia. MISS. Take a CONSEQUENCE and try again.

⚁⚃ - 2 = 4, Miss.

When you PUT OFF YOUR HANGER-ON, on a miss, they throw an embarrassing fit.

Choose one:

• Expend a FAVOR (you have none)
• Take a CONSEQUENCE
• GET OUT OF TROUBLE (+AMBITION at -1, for -2 total, since this is your HANGER-ON).

"Didn't you think I might talk to the Warden?" Ms. Sterling asks, her hands on her hips.

You're looking over your shoulder, your temporarily oversized willy deep in the capacious sex of Dorothy, the redheaded half-giantess.

Aurelia clenches her jaw and frowns. "Nothing to say?" she asks you.

Dorothy looks round. "H-he PROMISED me," she says. "Ah..." When Aurelia pays her no attention, Dorothy's voice trails off. She slides forward off your willy and curls up toward the head of her bed, looking frightened.

You turn around, your wet willy standing stiff at Ms. Sterling.

Aurelia stares at you. "Well?" she says. "Why? Tell the truth."

"I promised Dorothy," you say. "To stay around and help you. When you were feeling so bad after my last test. I just wanted to make sure you were taken care of."

Ms. Sterling's stare softens. She takes a breath, puts on her stern expression again, and sniffs. "Well-intentioned, perhaps, but unwise. See the Tutor tomorrow. Find someplace else to sleep tonight." She directs her wand at you and speaks a few words. You feel the bonds of a compulsion weave themselves into your aura. There'll be no missing tomorrow's appointment.

Aurelia spins round on her heel. There's a swirl of blue robes and sparkling light, and she's gone.

Take a CONSEQUENCE: Enspelled. Take a -1 to any roll for a Move until the CONSEQUENCE is removed.

Tomorrow, roll +DILIGENCE(+1) (+2 DILIGENCE, -1 CONSEQUENCE) to ENCOUNTER Miss Hemstitch and do as she directs. On a 10+, remove the CONSEQUENCE. On a 7-9, she gives you a minor task as penance and directs you to ENCOUNTER Ms. Sterling. On a MISS, GO TO DETENTION.

Dorothy blinks at you. You've never seen the doughty Porter look frightened before, but you've never seen her under the gaze of an angry senior witch.

"Don't worry, Dorothy," you tell her. "I'm sure you're all right. Ms. Sterling is only blaming me."

"She seemed VERY ANGRY with YOU," Dorothy says.

With Ms. Sterling out of the room, Dorothy sits up, her heavy-framed bed creaking, and looks around her cottage to make sure nothing is out of place. She puts a hand on a round wooden pole that could have been taken from a four-poster bed or the anchor post of a stairway banister. The wood is darkened from its smooth, acorn-shaped top to partway down the shaft. Dorothy gives it a reassuring caress. You realize that it's about the size of your two fists together, the right size for Dorothy to plunge into her sex and give herself satisfaction.

You clear your throat. "Would you, ah, Dorothy, would you like to give it another try?" you ask. "To keep my promise?"

Roll +DILIGENCE(+1) (+2 Diligence, -1 CONSEQUENCE) to HAVE SEX with Dorothy.

⚃⚁ + 1 = 7.

• You and Dorothy have a rocking good time to mutual exhaustion. Gain +1 XP. You now have 3 XP. Apply the House Beavertail Sex Move, STAMINA, to avoid another CONSEQUENCE .

"AH, eh," Dorothy begins. She nods her head, her shaggy red curls bouncing. "Yes. Would you, ah, Eric?" She pats the wooden pole again. "Would you, ah, put this IN me and GET me STARTED?"

"Yes, Dorothy," you say. "Yes, I would."

Dorothy grasps the pole. She slides down to lie on her bed. She spreads her knees to expose her wild red bush and grand, thick sex lips to your gaze. She's still wet, but not looking as ready as she was before. Dorothy hands you the wooden pole, which you receive with both hands. The acorn-shaped top has a strong scent of her juices. Stronger than Ms. Sterling's, for sure. As Dorothy's scent tingles in your nostrils, your willy throbs and swells, returning to full stiffness.

"PLEASE, sweet BOY," Dorothy says. Her voice echoes slightly off the stone walls of the old carriage house where she dwells. "Put it IN me. GIVE it to me."

With both hands, you lift Dorothy's wooden hobbyhorse, lining it up with the gaping red lips of her sex and pressing it forward.

"YES, sweet BOY. THERE. DEEPER. YES, Eric," Dorothy says.

At the half-giantess' direction, you thrust the wooden pole in and out of her sex. Before long, her cheeks pinken and her great fist-sized nipples pucker and swell up. The shaft of her consolation cock slickens and glistens with her juices as you push and pull. You have to hold on tight as Dorothy starts rocking her hips, tugging the thick pole up and down in your hands as she rides it for her pleasure.

"Ah, YES, Eric," Dorothy says. "It feels so GOOD. BETTER than when I do MYSELF."

You smile, feeling good that Dorothy is enjoying your efforts. Boarbristle's beloved Porter is writhing with pleasure as you thrust a great wooden pole in and out between her thick pussy lips. Her womanly pearl is deep pink, swollen to the size of a walnut or a plum, and it stands out stiffly above the pole as you push and pull.

"Ah, YES, Eric, PLEASE," Dorothy begs. "Like THAT, keep GOING, keep..."

Your arms and shoulders are getting warm with the exercise. Dorothy's limbs are trembling, and her hips are moving freely, rocking over the thick wooden shaft. Her eyes squeeze tight beneath her bushy red eyebrows and her lips stretch wide, parting with a growl that rises to a moan and then to a ROAR as Dorothy reaches her peak. Her voice echoes through the little stone cottage like a chorus of the loudest horns. The roar vibrates through your chest and presses painfully on your ears. You do your best to keep pushing and pulling, but Dorothy's sex squeezes down tight on the pole and her rocking hips snatch it from your grasp. A jet of warm fluid splashes you in the chest. You throw your head back to avoid the end of the wooden pole rising swiftly toward your chin.

At length, Dorothy's rolling climax abates. The thick wooden pole slips down to rest between her knees as her tight sex slackens. Your ears feel strange inside, warm and slightly painful, with a ringing sound.

When Dorothy speaks again, her voice vibrates in your chest, so you know it's still loud, but her words sound vague and mushy in your ears.

"Eric," Dorothy says. "Let's TRY it once MORE."

You stand up at the foot of Dorothy's bed. She kneels on the floor and bends forward. Again, Dorothy's deep sex welcomes your magically enlarged willy inside, between her thick, long pussy lips framed with bushy red hair. You spread your arms wide to embrace her broad, muscular buttocks.

Roll +CUNNING(+3) (+2 Cunning, +2 with Miss Wormwood's FAVOR, -1 CONSEQUENCE) to ACHIEVE YOUR GOAL and direct your Wild Talent to make Dorothy pregnant.

⚃⚃ + 3 = 11.

On a 10+, you ACHIEVE YOUR GOAL. Cross it off. Gain +1 XP. If the GOAL was a FAVOR owed to someone, you may take +1 to ENCOUNTER them.

It feels timeless, holding on to Dorothy's buttocks with your widespread arms, thrusting on and on and on while Dorothy rocks back gently at you, meeting your thrusts. She's so much hotter and wetter now. Her scent is thick in the air, your nostrils full of the heady, reeking musk of the giantess' rut as your swollen, oversized member plows her deep furrow.

You reach deep inside yourself, calling on your Wild Talent. The energy rises easily, quickly, your member swelling larger and harder yet.

"Dorothy!" you cry out. "Oh!"

"AH, YES," Dorothy says. "Eric, put a BABY in me!" Her sex squeezes down on you and you moan.

"T-trying!" you say. "Close!" So close. You feel the Wild Magic coiling, ready to spring out.

"PLEASE Eric PLEASE!" Dorothy cries out. Your ears ring. Your balls twitch. You're there.

"AAHH!" your voice rises. Your cock pulses. A column of hot liquid joy jets out through your member. There's a swirl of hot wind and something falls heavily to the floor. You're spending. Shooting. Again. Again. Again. "AAAHHH! AAAHHH! AAAHHH!"

"YESSSS!" Dorothy cries. "Sweet BOYYY!"

You sway on your feet. Puffing and blowing, you step back and stand up straight. Your willy slides from her sex, bridged momentarily by a fat lace of thick white liquid. The heavy reek of rutting giantess lingers in the air, mingling with the grassy note of your fresh seed. Recalling some of Miss Wormwood's advice for making the potions a success, you reach out with a trembling hand and grasp her deep-pink, swollen plum of joy.

"Yes, YES Eric. SQUEEZE. No, HARDER. Now SLAP it! HARDER!" Dorothy begs you.

You slap her huge clit with three fingers, harder and harder as she pleads for more. In moments she's at the brink again. Her hips buck as another climax seizes her. This time you're not holding tight, so her rocking buttocks smack you solidly, rocking you backward and onto your bare bum. You stare at Dorothy's thick, slick sex lips squeezing and relaxing as her climax rolls on.

That night you stay in Dorothy's bed, until first light when you steal back to the room in your House for a fresh robe and your class books. At the noon meal, you slip out of House Beavertail.

"Such good NEWS," Dorothy says, trying and failing to keep her voice low. "NURSE says you GAVE me a BABY with your SPECIAL MAGIC. BLESS you, Eric."

She wraps her arms around you. Your feet leave the ground. Her lips press your face wetly from chin to nose. Your ribs creak and your spine pops in her embrace.

"Oh, too HARD," Dorothy says. "I'm SORRY."

She puts you down and pats you affectionately upon your backside. It's not hard enough to feel like a spank, but it's a very firm pat with a large, strong hand. Nothing actually hurts. Not much, anyway.

"If Miss Hemstitch asks you, can you put in a good word for me?" you ask Dorothy. "I have to see her today."

You now have 4 XP.

You are now in PATERNITY with Dorothy the Porter, the redhaired half-giantess, as well as with Ms. Aurelia Sterling, Mistress of your Enchantments class.

Roll +DILIGENCE(+1) to ENCOUNTER Dorothy after you ACHIEVE YOUR GOAL. (+2 Diligence, +1 Forward from ACHIEVE YOUR GOAL, -1 PATERNITY, -1 CONSEQUENCE).

⚂⚂ + 1 = 7.

When you ENCOUNTER someone, on a 7-9, you have to give them a favor, offer them sex, cast CHARM or COMMAND, or describe how you convince them to go along with what you want.

It takes you some pleading and begging, but Dorothy agrees to go with you to Miss Hemstitch's office to help you explain yourself to the Tutor.

"ALL I can SAY is the TRUTH, Eric," Dorothy says. "But if you really WANT me, I can come ALONG."

"Thank you, thank you, Dorothy," you say. You feel the tug of Ms. Sterling's sorcerous compulsion tugging at you. "Please come, she wants me now."

"All RIGHT," Dorothy says.

Roll +DILIGENCE(+2) (+2 DILIGENCE, +1 Dorothy's help, -1 CONSEQUENCE) to ENCOUNTER Miss Hemstitch and do as she directs.

⚃⚃ + 2 = 10.

On a 10+, Miss Hemstitch removes the CONSEQUENCE.

Miss Hemstitch spends time questioning you about last night, then about what led up to it. She dismisses you. You're sitting somewhere in dark and silence, unable to do anything other than breathe. After an uncountable time, the light comes back into your eyes, You cough, lurch, and gasp as you regain control over your body. The magical compulsion that Ms. Sterling laid upon you is gone, banished from your aura.

Dorothy is standing next to you, her red curls brushing the wooden ceiling, looking at you with some concern as you rejoin the scene. Seeing you recover yourself, she turns back to Miss Hemstitch.

"YES, ma'am," Dorothy says. "Mistress TUTOR. It's JUST as I SAID."

Miss Hemstitch's lip curls up on one side. She sighs. "Very well. I shall leave things in Aurelia's lap, then, and inform the Housemistress and Minerval's Tutor, since Ms. Sterling falls under her authority more than mine." She turns to you. "You are, I suppose, a very lucky young man, Mr. Mothwing-Marshall." She holds your gaze. You feel a tingle behind your eyes as she stares into them. "Do not push your luck any further. You owe Warden Burl a demonstration of your control, and Ms. Sterling's health and comfort during the pregnancy you caused, and your issue afterward, are your responsibility. I shall...I shall leave your actions with Dorothy between you two and Miss Wormwood, unless I see fit for the Academy to act upon it. Or unless Dorothy requests my help." Miss Hemstitch raises her wand. "But be aware, Mr. Mothwing-Marshall, that my patience is not unlimited. Unless you demonstrate control, and use it, well?" She lets her wrist go limp and her wand droops. You feel a chill in your willy. Your balls shrink and your shaft pulls back. "You have more than plenty to keep you occupied, I would think, Eric. Dismissed."

The door of Miss Hemstitch's office swings open. You follow Dorothy out, her broad, bare, muscular buttocks prominent in your vision. As always, she only wears clothes upon her top half. Once you thought of that as quaint and amusing. Now that you've held her tight, thrusting hard into her until your magically blessed seed spurted inside her to spawn the child Dorothy so desired, now you can see the Porter's naked navel, red bush, thick sex lips and broad buttocks whenever you close your eyes and imagine, just a little. You fear you might spring a stiff willy whenever you see her, and Boarbristle's scholar robes do nothing to hide it. Well, better than not being able to get stiff, as Miss Hemstitch had threatened.

And there it is, the tent in the front of your robe, pointing to the cleft of Dorothy's heavy buttocks. The tiny glowing creature who acts as Miss Hemstitch's assistant sparkles at you as you follow Dorothy from the Tutor's outer office into the hall. The Porter pauses to stoop a bit so her head fits under the door, and you bump into her from behind.

Dorothy laughs. "EASY there, Eric," she says.

You're embarrassed that your willy smacked against Dorothy's bare buttocks from behind, even if you were covered by the robe. Miss Hemstitch's assistant certainly must have seen.

"Nothing to WORRY about," Dorothy rumbles. "I have WORK. So do you. Let us TO it."

And inside Dorothy's womb, your seed is busily working with hers to create a child. For Dorothy, her first. For you, ANOTHER child, after Ms. Sterling's. You can imagine the disapproving eyes of your family. "He'll have to grow up fast," someone will say.

But as Dorothy and Miss Hemstitch both said, there's plenty for you to do.

You have Ambition -1, Bravery 0, Cunning +2, Diligence +2.

Miss Wormwood, the Nurse, is a FRIEND. She might call on your seed as an ingredient in her potions, or on your talent for some other reason.

You have 4 XP.

You are in PATERNITY, with Boarbristle's Enchantments professor Aurelia Sterling carrying your seed. Treat her as a HANGER-ON. You are also in PATERNITY with Dorothy, Boarbristle's redhaired, bare-bottomed porter, whose mother was a giantess and whose father was a wizard.

Aurelia Sterling is also your FRIEND can help you practice controlling your Wild Talent, Strip Magic.

You owe a -2 GOAL vs. Cunning to Jeremy Burl, Warden of House Beavertail, to demonstrate your mastery of your Wild Magic. Miss Hemstitch, Tutor of House Beavertail, has threatened to take the starch out of your willy to suppress your Wild Magic if you cannot show that you can control it.

What's your next MOVE?

• Meet Aurelia and MAKE AMENDS for your misstep: Roll +BRAVERY(-1) (+0 Bravery, -1 HANGER-ON). You may want to ENCOUNTER Miss Wormwood to get her help for a +1, or a +2 if you can ASK FOR A FAVOR.
• Catch up with Nadia and/or Sandevin, possibly practice your control before your test? (Custom Move vs. Diligence; on success carry +1 Forward to ACHIEVE YOUR GOAL with Jeremy Burl.
• Meet Jeremy Burl and try to ACHIEVE YOUR GOAL so you can move on.