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Codex By Swogrider Disclaimer: If you found this story, odds are you have scoured through hundreds of pages of similar material and have happened upon it, so you know what you're looking for. If by some reverse miracle you have found this passage and are *NOT* looking for a story in the deep end of transformation erotica, and/or are underage in the place where you live, there has been a *horrible* mistake. For your own well-being, don't read it. Now that that's out of the way, on with the show. Chapter 1 "All I'm saying is if it's good enough for shapes, it's good enough for numbers!" Julie strode through The Mall while Emma bounced along beside her, telling her close to the stupidest thing she's ever heard. "That's not how it works though, it would just be confusing as hell." The pair of girls wandered past the rows of shops as they had done dozens of times when there was nothing to do on a Sunday. The smallish shopping center wasn't as much of a mall as it was a collection of shops too poor to afford leasing anything else. But as much as it wasn't a mall, the two insisted on calling it that due to it being the only mall- like structure in several hundred miles. The Mall. Singular. The whole place was bright and well lit, which seemed to be inevitable as almost everything was outside. There were a few tarps set up to hang between the hallways of shops to provide a faux ceiling for shade, but they never helped much with the heat. "How!? How is it confusing. If you have a pentagon, then a hexagon, hepta, octo-nona-deca-eccetera, then why can't I have a pentillion dollars? It should go million, as in Mono, Billion as in two, trillion, *quad*rillion, pentillion and so on. And don't even get me STARTED on the word square. It's a *quadrangle*," Emma nudged Julie's shoulder with hers, too lazy to take her hands out of the pockets of her shorts. Emma was a little thing, about a head smaller than her friend, who stood at around 5'9". Her legs were so short that she had to take a step and a half for every one that Julie did. Her impish features tied into her shortness, big blue eyes and a cute little turned up nose. She always had to look up at Julie through her straight blond hair, which she pretty much refused to pull out of her face. "Quadrangle," Julie repeated, chuckling a little as she returned the shoulder nudge. "Why not just go all out and call it a quadrellagram?" Julie laughed, adding, "But I can see how someone with no curves is so annoyed by shapes." "Bitch," Emma snickered, finally pulling her hand out of her pocket to give Julie a playful punch in the arm. Julie didn't exactly have that feminine "hourglass" that all the magazines rave on about, but standing next Emma's twiggy figure made her look like a particular someone from Willendorf. Julie had wavy brown hair that ended a little below the hood of her grey hoodie hanging behind her neck, which she persisted to wear even in the current weather. She had a straight nose in contrast to Emma's, and her green eyes sparkled like lake water in the blistering sun. "Hey, check it!" Emma broke the monotony of their stroll with the outburst, tugging on Julies sleeve and pointing at some store. "'Nother new shop! We're going in there! We are *so* going in there!" At The Mall shops came and went like bugs around a streetlamp, a new one cropping up for every one that closed down. It wasn't uncommon to see a new shop that you kind of thought might be interesting if it got popular, only to see it gone a week later because nobody went in, which was kind of your fault too since everyone else had that same thought. However, this particular shop that Emma was pointing at with her outstretched arm was different. Julie It felt like Emma was damn near about to shake my arm off. "Quit! What is it?" I half-shout at her, shrugging her off my sleeve and turning towards where she was pointing. As she had so plainly stated, there was a new shop. This one stood out more than the usual new ones, and it wasn't hard to figure out why. The whole front of the place was painted black, and instead of whatever glass entrance or revolving door all the other shops had, this place's entryway was just a bare archway, with a thick wall of beads hanging from the top of it like some hippies' room. You couldn't see much from between them either, just black wall and dim new-store insides. It stood out comically, crammed between Kitty's Cupcakes and some Dippin Dots knock-off called Little Ice Cream Balls. Wonder why that place never got popular. Emma walked past me and stared up at the sign, which was a trip all by itself without the whole "emo kid's bedroom" vibe they were throwing off. It was this big wooden thing that scrawled across the top of the entryway-beads, carved to make it look like a scroll. On the paper between the two scroll-roller things it read "Ye Olde Magic Shoppe". You'd think if they were going the whole old English route they'd have at least spelled it like "Magick" or something. "Freaky," Emma said to herself without looking away from the strange sign. "Huh. You'd think they'd have spelled Magic the other way." God I love Emma. This is why we're friends, she gets me. Without another word she disappears behind the curtain of beads, clattering behind her as they retook their places in the doorframe. I took one last glance at the sign before going in after her, making a neat part in the beads with my hands and pulling them to either side. The first thing that hit me was the smell, like chocolate chip cookies and some kind of exotic spice mixed together. The next was a blast of cold air in my face as I cleared the wall of beads, and Emma inelegantly flapping her shirt against her chest. "Glorious air conditioning!" Emma shouted to the ceiling. "I'd be wondering how they keep all the cold in here if I wasn't so grateful." "It's part of the magic." We both jumped a little as a girl's voice sounded from somewhere in the back of the shop. That's when I took my first look around. From what I could see the place went much further back than it seemed from out front. It was set up like a library, every wall covered from ceiling to floor in shelves, but rather than books, they were filled up with the most random crap you could imagine. It was like a tornado tore through a neighborhood on garage sale day and dumped it all here. The shop girl popped out from behind one of the shelves and approached us, pulling her straight black hair out of her eyes. Half of her head was shaved, and she had a pierced septum with a little silver nose-ring. "Hey guys! Welcome! Feel free to look around or whatever." She swung her weight around like someone who knew how to use their curves. And curves she had. With the tube top and skin-tight black jeans she was rocking I felt my self-esteem drop a few points just looking at her. "Uh, thanks! We will," I responded dumbly. At her say so Emma had wandered off without saying a word to go lose herself in one of the shelves low enough for her to reach. For a moment I looked around at the shelves and shelves of stuff before realizing that I still didn't exactly know what they were even supposed to sell. She must have noticed something from the look on my face. "I could... show you around a little? If that would start you off?" God her voice was cute. I caught myself thinking that and shook my head a little before responding. "Um, sure. What exactly do you sell? Like I know, 'Magic stuff,' but *really*." She didn't seem put-off by the question at all, "No, that's about right! Magic stuff. Go ahead." She waved her arm to one side of the shop, opposite of where Emma had wandered. "Pick a shelf and hold something up. I'll tell you what it does." Okay, she clearly buys whatever it is she's selling. I walked up to one of the shelves and zoomed in on a little tray with a bunch of knick knacks and a sticky note on the side that read "2 for a dollar." That made me chuckle. I gestured to the price. "Rough economy for a magic shop?" "We do quite alright. Those though," she glanced at the little bargain bin, "not the most useful." I scanned my eyes over it again. A yo-yo, a mood ring, a single die, a Chinese finger trap, a tube of lip-stick, and a whole lot of other miscellaneous objects, all sitting jumbled up together in the silver tray. I picked up the die and looked at her. "Okay, so on a scale of 1 to *really* magical...?" She looked at the dice. "Moderately. Around a 2. It technically works." She shrugs. I look back at it, then toss it back onto the tray. It comes up 1. "Where exactly does the magic come in?" She looks at the result, chuckles a bit, then answers, "It's supposed to predict how many times you're going to get off for the rest of the week." I stare down at the little cube. "Heh. Cute." I pick it back up and drop it again. Another 1. And another. Who would make a loaded dice that only lands on 1? "Well what exactly is wrong with it?" She strides over next to me and picks it up. Her perfume sneaks into my nose, a summer breeze. The room feels a little warmer. "It only goes up to 6." She drops the dice, but instead of landing properly it jolts when it hits the tray, again and again like a jumping bean, never sitting still. It finally stops when she slams her hand down on top of it. "Not very useful for more... active people." At this point I'm trying to figure out how she got it to jump around like that. Remote control in her pocket? Heat sensor? A little complicated for such a small gag. The shop-girl nudges her head towards the tray again. I take the hint and pick up another knick knack, the mood ring, the mood of the day apparently whatever dark red is supposed to mean. I slip it on my finger, and it just barely manages to fit. "So what's wrong with the mood ring? Does it guess wrong or something?" A mischievous smile lights up on her face and she leans in closer, giving me another breath of her scent. "No, it's just stuck on one mood." She takes my hand softly and brings it up to her face. She breathes a word into the ring, "*Horny*" A wave of warmth suffuses my hand and shoots down my arm, coursing through me. I can feel my face go red as the wave makes its way under my jeans, starting me up. "Oh god," I let out, not meaning to. It was too much. The *need* was there. The need I only ever felt when I was alone on a Friday night. It was burning through me, and it was getting hard to breathe. I was just about to move my hands down to take care of it when she pulled the ring off my finger. The room jolted back into place around me and I realized what I was about to do. My face went even redder. "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that. Super unprofessional." The tone of her voice implied that she didn't mean a word of it. "I don't- How did you- What was-" My head was spinning as the heat left me, replaced by the heat of embarrassment. "Magic~" she said in a little sing-song, cutting off my hopeless babbling. You could hear the smile in her voice. She dropped the little red ring back on the tray with a clatter. I paused. That was too weird. I looked back down at the small arrangement of objects, noticing a trend. "Exactly what *kind* of magic did you say you sell...?" I swear I saw a small spark of something flash behind her brown eyes. "The fun kind!" Before speaking again she adjusted her top, her boobs jiggling into a more comfortable position. God *damn* those tits. That shit ain't fair. Someone must have broken the mold after she was finished, 'cause people would still be waging war over it. A little bit of the red returned to my face as she noticed me *noticing* her, but she just smiled, apparently liking the attention. "...Shall we continue?" Emma I figured I'd explore a little and let the two titty monsters have their chat. I wanted to see what this place was really about. Julie didn't really have much more than most girls, probably like a B cup or something, but since she liked to tease me so much about how little *I* had; Titty monster. That other girl was something else though, like someone pranked god and his salt-shaker full of hotness had the cap fall off while mixing her ingredients. Rock on sexy shop-girl. I meandered between the rows of "magical" junk, piled high on the shelves all the way up to the ceiling. The atmosphere of the place was growing on me. Like at first I thought it was trying too hard to be all super-edgy like every teenager you see walking around covered in Hot Topic crap, but it was starting to feel more real. More genuine. As I approached one of the shelves I immediately realized that this place was constructed for freakish giants. I could only reach the first two levels, maybe stuff on the edge of the third if I stood on my tippy toes. Fucking tall people. Still, there was plenty of magical(tm) stuff I could reach to mess around with. Now let's see here... A lamp with no shade, a pair of bifocals, a glow stick, a thong, a bowl of unmarked candy, a box of condoms, a ridiculously large bra... Literally a *bowl* of dildos... In fact it became increasingly obvious that most of the stuff was kinky junk, and it just goes on and on in every direction. "So *that's* what kind of store this is! Heh, J's totally gonna freak out," I said to the empty hall of not-empty shelves. I poke through the random items, now and then thinking how silly it would be to actually buy something. "Oh hello! What might you do, my little friend?" I said, bringing a small grey remote up to my face to examine it. For a remote, it didn't seem to have a lot of versatility, having only one white dial right in the middle, with no distinguishing markings at all to make sense of what it was supposed to be adjusting. I turn the dial up about a half turn, looking around to see if something else on one of the shelves reacted. "Hmmph," I said, dissatisfied. I really expected to hear some kind of vibrating. I reach down and scratch at my chest. Damn it's cold in here. I wrap my arms around my chest in an attempt to warm them, feeling my nipples dig into my forearms. As I looked down I saw two little tents sticking out of my shirt defiantly. "Whoa! Good morning girls! What's got you two all riled up?" ...What? A lot of people talk to their nipples. Shut up. I tend not to wear bras, as I've never had anything in need of support, but this kind of thing doesn't usually happen to me. I pull at my shirt, but that in no way helped their stalwart campaign to be noticed. The rough cotton wasn't doing them any favors either. I'd never seen them this hard! "Okay then... I'm just gonna look around some more. You guys just try to calm down, k?" Turning the dial back to its original position, again looking to see if anything happened (no results), I put it back in the general area that I'd found it and continued scanning over the shelves. Again I lost myself in the sea of magical(tm) treasures, and in no time the two distracting bumps sticking through my shirt faded back to my usual washboard. Good. All back to normal. "Wait." It wasn't until a shelf and a half of browsing later did it click in my head. After a little too much time trying to find the thing in the place I thought I'd remembered putting it, I picked the little remote back off the counter. "Just have to check..." I glanced down at my chest, then gave the thing another half-turn. Immediately I felt my nipples crinkle up, pushing out into the fabric. I stared at them for a while, just holding the remote in both hands with my head reeling, "No fuckin' way." I spun the dial all the way back, and like good little soldiers following orders, my nubs softened again. "No fuckin' WAY!" I spun it around half way and back a couple times, mesmerized by the little pistons on my chest popping in and out on a whim. I couldn't hold back the laughter. "Hah! A remote control for nipples! Why is whoever made this not filthy rich!? I wonder what..." Holding it in one hand and the dial in the other, I twisted it all the way around to where it had started, meeting resistance there and refusing to go any further. I felt my nubs tighten up, the taut flesh straining against itself to go further. Their sensitivity shot through the roof, and I felt jolts of sensation zip straight from my nipples down between my legs. Just the sensation of my shirt touching them was driving me crazy! "Ack! Too much! Too much." I spun the thing all the way back around, resetting my nipples to default, then placing it gingerly back on the shelf. I hopped up and down on the balls of my feet. This was so fuckin' cool! Suddenly the rest of the stuff on the shelves didn't feel so much like junk. It felt more like buried treasure. Julie "Here," the shop-girl said, plucking something off the shelf beside her and holding it out to me. "Try something *not* out of a bargain bin." She had led me a little further into the shop, the bright sunlight from outside only barely making it back to us through the rows of shelves. I took the stick-shaped object out of her hand without really paying attention, still focused on asking questions. "Seriously, how did you do the ring thing? Pheromones? Hypnosis?" I looked away for a second talking to myself quietly, "Maybe it absorbed through my skin..." While I was still contemplating her illusion, she deftly grabbed the stick in my hand, lightly tapped me on the head with it, then put it back in my hand. "Ow, hey!" It hadn't really hurt, it was a reflex ow. I rubbed my head with my free hand. "You think too much! Now try that thing out and it might answer some of your questions." I looked down at the stick. It was warm to the touch. It didn't feel like I was holding a stick, more like holding someone else's hand. The whole thing looked like it had been hastily whittled from some branch, save for one side, which had been sanded completely flat and smooth. On the flat surface there were carvings, all glowing a faint green. There were five circles along it, each containing a Roman numeral all the way up to five. After the furthest number, an intricately carved arrow pointed right off the edge of the stick, now pointing at the shop-girl. I looked up at her skeptically, and she just nodded her head towards it. "Go on, pick a number one through five." She was smiling in anticipation. She clearly liked showing off the merchandise personally. I continued to inspect the strange stick. The green glow was shifting slowly beneath the characters. "Any number I want?" She nodded. "Any number you want." I took a breath. "Fuck it." I pressed my thumb into the Roman numeral two, and suddenly there was a shift. A sound that I could only describe as "GLORB" vibrated through the air around us. My eyes were immediately drawn to her chest. Her tits had practically jumped out at me, stretching her top even tighter than it was, deepening her already spectacular cleavage. I couldn't focus on her however, for I was far too concerned with my own chest. Or lack thereof. At the precise moment of her spectacular growth, the front of my shirt deflated, the fabric left loose as the flesh it had once comfortably held vanished. I tugged at my collar and stared down my shirt at a chest that hadn't been that flat since I was 12, and a lonely pair of nipples without a home. My hands desperately searched the front of my shirt, only confirming its emptiness. "Ahhn~... That always feels a little better than I remember." Shop-girl was hefting her new mounds with relish, jiggling them up and down with her fingers. I was staring at her tits flabbergasted. My brain short-circuited, and didn't feel it was capable of doing much else. Soon anger started to bubble, causing a few words to rise to the surface. "Give them back!" I half-shouted. Those were mine! They weren't the best or the prettiest but they were mine damn it! I've had them since I was a kid! I grew them myself! The instant she heard my voice her tone shifted from pleased to apologetic. "Hey! It's okay! Everything's cool! Look, just turn it around and press it again. It's fine. Everything's fine." She seemed to really mean it. I fumbled around with the stick for a few seconds before I got it turned around, then hastily jammed my finger into the "two" button again. This time was different. Rather than a very present emptiness like the first time, I felt the warm sensation of being *filled*. My lips parted and let out a soft breath as my chest swelled outwards into the cups of my bra. The fabric slid against my skin as my boobs retook their rightful place. In an instant everything seemed to be back to normal, although my nipples felt a little harder than before. I grabbed at my breasts, hugging them gently, not really caring that there was someone standing right in front of me. These were mine and I had missed them. Her boobs had also returned to their correct size, but it wasn't like *those* had been anything to be sad about in the first place. "See? Totally fine. You're okay." The tone of her voice made me believe it. I looked down at the stick in my hand, then up to her face. Her eyes were full of concern. I took a deep breath. "Yeah... I'm okay. I'm okay." I let out a little half-scared, half- relieved laugh. "That was..." I looked back down at the object. The *magic* object. There weren't any tricks here. There was no doubt after what just happened. I looked meaningfully into her eyes. She was waiting, watching my face carefully for the thoughts that were about to come. "It's real," I said, so softly I'm not even sure she heard it. "It's all *real*." She put a hand on my shoulder, a smile on her face that mirrored mine. Without changing at all, the towering piles of junk around me transformed into a wonderland of possibility. It took a few minutes for me to take it all in, but she just stood there next to me, waiting patiently for me to come back to her. "So... it steals boobs?" I asked, nonchalantly. She let out a sigh, then a laugh, probably glad I hadn't had a mental breakdown. "Or gives them, if you're a nice person." I look down at the magic boob-stick. "And the numbers are... Cup sizes?" "Two for two." I felt hot. My mind was quivering with the possibilities of just this little corner of this girl's magical world. A question came to mind, and suddenly my mouth felt very dry. My vision darted from her face to her chest and back, my eyes lingering just long enough to ask her my question without saying a word. I asked it anyway. "... Are you a nice person?" My heart throbbed in my ears as I waited for her response. She smiled, nodding her head minutely. She took a step back, bringing her arms above her head and arching her back, thrusting those beautiful breasts out towards me. "Just be gentle with them~" I re-focused the stick towards her, softly pressing my thumb into the circled marked "V". The feeling of being filled resurged, the heat and sensation of the growth ten times as intense as the first time. All at once my chest exploded outwards, challenging the material of my shirt and parting the halves of my jacket around the blooming flesh. If I gasped or moaned I don't remember it. My bra never stood a chance, and with a short stab of pain in my shoulders, snapped. The tender mounds heaved and wobbled as the instant of change subsided, leaving behind a pleasant tingling behind my nipples. They were ridiculous, and they were *heavy*. Their size couldn't be hidden by any article of clothing, and my shirt was screaming out for mercy. Nipples much bigger than mine poked out through the stressed material with ease, insisting their presence be known. With one in each hand I hefted them, but it took quite a bit of effort. Did I mention they were heavy? My back wouldn't last a day with these monsters. Without really realizing what I was doing, I felt my hands sink into the soft flesh and went a little weak in the knees. "Ahem." The not-cough jolted me out of my little moment, and I let my... mostly *her* breasts, fall free beneath my shirt. "Right, er. Sorry. They're just-" "It's fine," she said reassuringly. "How do you like 'em?" That was when I looked up. Of course her boobs had swapped owners, but that didn't mean she was any less stunning. Her tube top had re-fit itself over her flat chest, pulling up a little to reveal a few inches of her toned belly. She didn't *need* tits. *She* was what made her sexy, not some fatty chest-bags. Looking back from her chest to mine, and realizing I couldn't see any part of my body below these mountains, I felt rather silly, like a walking pile of boob. Suddenly remembering she'd asked me a question, I jumped a little, causing giant ripples to roll across the surface of my chest. "Oh. Uh. They're a little..." I didn't know what to say. Stupid? Amazing? Every one of my rational thoughts screamed out how nonsensical they were, how pointless. But something in my lizard brain cried out even louder, cried out *deeper*. It wanted to be groped and squeezed and sucked on, and to grow even bigger. It wanted *more*. Before I could finish my sentence, she took the stick from my hand and pressed one of the buttons. The shift happened again, and a moment later I was back to my boring old self, and she was just as hot as she had been. My hands absently drew up to my chest to feel the comfort of my familiar size. "Don't worry, you'll get plenty of other chances." She placed the stick back on the shelf where she'd grabbed it, back before it had changed a girl's life. She turned away, walked a few steps, then turned back and waved me over. "Come on, we're not even half way through the tour!" I quickly followed, not wanting this magical journey to end so soon, or at all. I reached up my shirt and pulled my ruined bra down through it, folding it up and stuffing it in the pocket of my hoodie, then zipping it up. It would have to try its best to hide how hard my nipples were all by itself. Wait, what did she mean by "other chances"? Emma After a while making sure I would remember where I left it this time, I put the nipple-dial back on the shelf. If I really was right (and I am often right), and I had just found an actual magic sex-shop (and that seemed apparent at this point), then I'll be lucky if a little thing that makes your nipples hard is the strangest thing I see today. After that I really started fiddling with everything that caught my eye. Nothing in here was what it appeared. The next thing I found was a pair of novelty X-ray glasses, like those cheap ones that you had to send in 40 cereal box tops or some shit to get. Except instead of seeing through clothes like I thought it was gonna, it showed this weird transparent view of my fun bits. Like, I clenched up, and then I could *see* myself clench up inside. Freaky. If I ever get a boyfriend I'm getting him these and making him wear them while we do it. I kept looking around for something that might be really fun, like an actual genie or something, but every lamp I found just had different liquids in them that did some... *interesting* things to skin. I dripped a little on the back of my hand to see what they did. One made me grow fur! It was super soft, I couldn't stop petting it. I was worried I'd have to shave it off when I got home but it un-grew in about 10 minutes. It was weird. This other one... Well I poured a few drops on the back of my hand... It was like everywhere it had soaked in was a new sex zone! Er, eroj, erogenous! Erogenous zone, that one. I couldn't stop petting that either... And it could reach my mouth! A sexy part I could *reach with my mouth*. I had to stop myself. That one... Still hasn't worn off. I'm just trying really hard to focus on finding more stuff. Anyway, that made me set up the first of many rules that I created. 1. You can rub the lamps to check for genies, but DON'T open them. 2. If it's liquid, DON'T touch it. And for god's sake DON'T DRINK IT. No one wants to end up with an erotically sensitive stomach lining. 3. If it looks like a puzzle box, don't touch it. I've seen Hellraiser. 4. I haven't come up with rule four yet, but there's gotta be more stuff I haven't thought of. I'm just glad I caught the puzzle box thing early, honestly. My eyes hovered over one strange object after another, while absently thinking about more rules to make. It isn't long before I find another thing that catches my attention. By all accounts it probably shouldn't have. It was unassuming and normal looking, but I guess in a sea of super-special magic stuff it pays to be normal. It was a small metal disc, about the size of my palm, with no markings on it other than a button mechanism along a seam around the outside edge. "So it's a compact," I state plainly, fumbling around with the open button. "Step right up ladies and gentlemen! Taking all bets! Hmm, maybe it does your makeup for you? Or it's like, a magic mirror? Going once for magic mirror! Going twice!" There's a small click, and the metal disc opens up like a clam. It takes a second before I can actually believe what I'm seeing, but I think a lot of that is going to start going around pretty soon. The inside top half is flat and featureless, but the bottom was what threw me off. Puffing out a little from the rim of the circle was the unmistakable seam of a pretty little pink vagina. "So I'm guessing that's a no-go on the magic mirror?" I said, leaning in closely to inspect the thing. For a vagina it looked pretty normal. I mean I guess it did. I've seen enough of other ones from the internet, and it looked pretty much like mine anyway. The only strange thing about it was where it was currently trapped inside a little pop-open disc sitting in my hand. "Aww, poor little thing. You just want to be set free, don't you?" I reach on finger up and run it gently over the soft skin next to the lips. And feel something touch me between my legs. "Whoa! Hold up!" Suddenly alarmed, I stare at the thing for a few seconds, and it just sits there, being a vagina. "Alright," I said determinedly to no one, "for science!" I softly blow on the pink lips, and feel the same cool breeze brush against mine. I shiver a little. This was different. I slowly put my finger against it, and feel the pressure of its presence between my legs. "This shouldn't be so weird. I mean, I touch myself there all the time, right?" My fingers slide across its surface up and down, and in real time I feel the sensations. "Right..." I stand there for several moments, carefully inspecting "myself" before I decide that this was something best done in private. I close the portable pussy portal with a click, turning it around in my hands. "I do believe you would wreak too much havoc if you fell into the wrong hands." I slid the disc back onto the shelf and continue my journey, still feeling a little warm. It wasn't too far down the next aisle before I spotted something else. "Oh! Crystal ball! That's got to be a good one." I leaned down to the bottom shelf where the perfectly round orb sat on top of an ornate metal setting. I went to pick it up, my fingers brushing against its glassy surface - A crashing ocean of images began bombarding my mind, each scene swirling into my vision and swooping away before I can reorient myself. A few hesitate here and there for just an extra moment, enough to get an impression. They all flash by in rapid succession. I'm walking through The Mall with Julie, we're laughing. The cover of a strange book with a gem-like eye in the center that glows bright blue. I'm alone on my bed, my hands working vigorously on an enormous cock jutting out from between my legs. A boy... No, a girl, a boy! All I can tell is that he/she has red hair. Julie and I are standing across from each other in the middle of The Mall. I can't see her face. A book is floating next to me and I'm crying. The last image, so close up it didn't feel like I was looking at it, I felt like I was in it. Julie and I, kissing deeply. The world rushes back to me and I barely manage to stay on my feet. I catch my breath and try to make sense of everything, or even remember it. It all seemed so slippery in my head, just barely there. "What a fucking trip." I only barely manage to make that joke, and I'm still trying to catch my breath. "Rule number four." I back away from the crystal ball and continue down the aisle. "Don't touch crystal balls." Then, without realizing it, I'd reached the back edge of the store. It felt like it'd just walked a mile with shelves on either side of me, yet I turned around, and could see the front wall of the shop just a few seconds walk away, sun still shining in from the beads hanging in the entryway. "Of course the magic shop is magic. Then it wouldn't be a magic shop." My next thoughts jump back to the crystal ball's visions, which bounce again to thoughts of Julie. "Wait a second, holy crap, where's Julie!?" Julie As the two of us walk down the rows and rows of shelves (and I try really hard not to stare at her ass), I'm slowly realizing that we've been walking for *way* longer than this shop could possibly be. I turn around to check if there was an endless hallway stretching out behind us, but see the front of the shop just a few feet away. I turn back to ask. "How did we-" She had seen my glance from over her shoulder and cut me off, "Try not to think too much about where you are, just where you're going. The shop tries to lead you towards what you want, but the halls can get a bit funky if you focus on the physics of it too much." Her answer only threw more things onto my quickly growing pile of questions. "So everything in here is really magic? Like, *really*?" She stopped her leisurely stroll, turned around and raised her eyebrow at me. That shut me up pretty fast. "You're asking the wrong questions." "Right. Okay... Where are we going?" I felt so small next to her, in more ways than one. "Warmer." She looked around whimsically and plucked something from the shelf to her left. She held a bright red button on a little stand out to me on her palm. "Press it. You could use it." At this the common sense lobe in my brain flared out brightly. I'd been ignoring most of its pleas since I walked in here, but I figured it was about time I listened to it. "I'm... gonna pass. At least until I know what it does." She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine. Well if you're not gonna have one-" She pulled the button in close to her chest, eyeing it like a kid about to open a present. She jammed her thumb down on it, and right away her whole body curled and shifted. Her knees buckled, her thighs sliding against each other as her back arched. Her head rolled back a little, and with a look of bliss on her face her lips parted for a long, low moan. "Uuuhhnn~ Ahh..." She didn't have to explain what the button did. She just came, right there on the spot. After a deep breath she exhaled and let out a little laugh. "Whew! Always good for a quick pick-me-up." Now I consider myself straight. At least like, 90% if you can believe that after the way you've heard me think about her, but that display was... This girl could sell gloves to someone with no arms if you know what I mean. This wasn't normal sexy. This girl was *supernatural* sexy. I squeezed my legs together and coughed nervously. "Uhh." I coughed again, laughing at the inescapable awkwardness. I couldn't acknowledge what just happened. Absolutely no way. I quickly turned over to a shelf, determined to find something distracting. I picked up a little tin full of something. She tossed the red button back on the shelf and walked over to me, leaning over my shoulder. "You find something?" It had a label across the top, some of it had been ripped off, but most of it had refused to leave. I squinted to read the worn label. "Nanomek?" Her face lit up with excitement. "Oh that! Well that one has kind of a long story. So there was-" "JULES!? ARE YOU ALIVE!?" Emma's scream sounded like it had echoed from across a canyon. Oh crap, Emma! What the hell kind of trouble did she get herself into? Knowing her and what little I do about this place, nothing good. "Emma! Sorry, I gotta go find her. Uh, thanks for the tour!" I dropped the tin back on the shelf and turned to where I thought I heard the shout come from. "I'M COMIN'!" I took off in a half-run down one of the halls, but I stopped after passing just one aisle. I did a double take. Emma was standing in the aisle right behind us. "Julie! You're not gonna believe-!" "I know! It's amazing!" "How does that even-?" "I don't know! One sec, the girl from the shop was-" Right as I turn to find her, she was standing right next to us. "Oh. Hi." She made a little joke wave. "Hi. If you've both ready, I can show you two to the register? We're closing soon." "What?! It's like, 5 in the afternoon!" Emma whined, clearly very disappointed. The shop girl just turned her head and gestured towards the entrance. The little sun that had been shining through the beads at the entryway had gone, and you could see a few stars flickering in a black sky in its place. We just turned to each other, both of us very confused. Emma shrugged at me. "Okay then. Lead the way!" Julie The three girls walked to the far reaches of the shop, ending up at a dark oak counter with a cash register plopped on top of it. On the counter next to the register sat an incredibly old-looking book, bound in thick leather. A blue gem in the shape of an eye was set into the cover and Emma couldn't shake the feeling that she'd seen it somewhere. Behind the register was a black curtain drawn over a doorframe with a sign on the wall next to it that read "employee only." The shop-girl strode behind the counter, dropping her elbows onto it and putting her chin in her hands. "Alright! So, what'll it be for the two lovely ladies?" I answered before Emma had a chance. "I don't think we'll be getting anything today, thanks." "But we're definitely coming back!" Emma added excitedly. She smiled at us. "Glad to hear it." Emma suddenly looked a little nervous. "Oh! Uh..." She leaned over the counter, pulling her hand up to her mouth and whispering into the shop- girl's ear. Julie couldn't hear anything but muffled whispers, but shop- girl's face lit up and she let out a chuckle. "Oh, that'll wear off in a few days. Don't worry about it." "AHNnn!~" Shop girl had grabbed Emma's wrist tightly, rubbing her thumb against the back of her hand. Emma's face crinkled up, her eyes closing and her brows pulling together. Julie watched the strange interaction as the shop girl whispered loudly to her friend. "Think of it as a free sample." Emma was finally able to pull her hand away, blushing deeply and holding it tenderly with her other hand. "Alright... I guess you two are all set then! One more thing though. Before you guys leave, you gotta touch the book." She tapped the old leather thing with her finger. "Standard procedure. Something like a tradition. Think of it as good luck." Julie and Emma looked at each other a shrugged. Julie reached her hand out and tapped the cover. The leather was unnaturally smooth for something that looked so old. Emma went out to touch it next. "Ow!" Emma let out a yelp as a bright blue bolt of static jumped out and zapped her finger. A light flashed behind the crystalline eye set in the center of the cover, and a shocked look overtook the shop-girl's face. It was the first time Julie had seen her do anything but smile. "Uhh." She shook her head, then spoke very quickly, "Okay, uhh. You two. Stay here for a minute. I'll be right back. Don't move." She walked back towards the black curtain, pulling it open and slipping through. She poked her head out from behind it. "Seriously. Stay. One minute." Then plunged back into the darkness behind the curtain. Shop Girl The black curtain whipped shut behind me as I tore down the back hallway of the shop. "Damn it, *damn it*." This wasn't supposed to happen! Well, it had to happen sometime. But I didn't think this soon! Not for a long time! At least not until after I was dead. My shoes clicked against the hard marble floors, echoing through the nearly endless arrangements of shelves in the restricted section. Everything in here was too dangerous to be kept where people could mess around with it, and it was all safely locked away behind shielding charms and anti-theft hexes. Everything but that *damned* book. As I approached the very back edge of the shop, I found him in his usual posture, hunched over at his desk with his nose right up against some book. Occasionally he'd look up, think for a moment, write something down in his notebook with his angry scribble handwriting, then continue reading. "Master, there are two girls here, in the shop. They-" "How many times do I have to tell you?" He marked his page and closed the book, turning his chair around to face me. His tone shifted to one of sincerity. "You don't have to call me that, Anna." His blue eyes sparkled in the little light there was flickering from the candle on the table. I keep telling him he should just use a lamp or something, but he's kind of old fashioned that way. He smiled at me, deepening the wrinkles on his face. It seems like every time I look at him he's gotten a new one. "Right. Sorry. Obeus, the girls-" "That's better," he said, relaxing a bit. He leaned back in his chair, brushing some of the long grey hair out of his face. "Now tell me, what was it?" His usual relaxed demeanor made him a very difficult person to get angry with, but I guess I was just trying really hard today. "One of the girls. The book... It responded." He said nothing, though his brow furrowed. He turned back to his desk and reopened his book, continuing to peruse its pages. "Mas- Obeus? What should I do?" With his nose still in the book he responded. "You already know what to do." He picked his face up and gave me the same smile as the day I met him. "Give them the book." "But... They're just girls!" My voice was beginning to rise. "They have no idea what-" His face got very still for a moment. "Anna, we have been waiting for this for a very long time now, and I don't think I have to remind you *why* we don't keep it locked up with the others. If the book has found its owner then we have one job." He stood up, approaching me and putting his hand on my face, running his thumb against my cheek. He smiled that damn un-hateable smile of his. "Give them the book." Julie Shop-girl had taken off through the curtain, leaving Emma and I to stand there and wait for her to come back. I was getting kind of worried. "Ooh! Ominous," Emma said, zooming her attention in on the book that elicited such a strange reaction from shop-girl. "What do you think it does? I'm betting on spellbook." "Would it kill you to be serious for five seconds?" I said, examining the book along with her. The eye-shaped gem in the center had picked up a slowly pulsing glow from behind it, changing its color to bright teal as the light shined through. "Excuse you? We are in an actually magical magic shop. Yes it would kill me." "You just got zapped by the spooky, important-looking magic book on the counter! Don't you think-" "Ooh! Hello handsome!" Emma had caught sight of something over my shoulder and started walking up to it. "Emma! Come back, the girl said don't move!" She was walking up to a huge full-length mirror that had been propped up against the shelf, too big to be fit onto it. "Relax Jules! It's like five feet. Come check this out!" I followed her over to the giant mirror where she was making poses at herself. Except... It wasn't her. The reflection in the mirror was a guy, about her height, with the same color hair, except it was much shorter. In fact, the only big difference between them was his guy-ness. Over her shoulder I could see another guy in the mirror, kind of tall, cut jaw, mid-length wavy-brown hair, green eyes. I tilted my head a bit to try to get a better view, and he followed my movements. "Woah..." I let out, carefully stepping closer to the mirror. His eyes were staring deeply into mine. "They look just like us..." "Except they're dudes!" Emma lifted her shirt to show off her belly, her male counterpart mimicking her actions. "Check it! Dude-me has abs!" She ran her fingers over her stomach, watching with relish as the boy in the mirror did the same. "Turn around a sec! I gotta see if guy - me is packin'!" She let her shirt fall, bringing her hands to the button of her shorts. Thankfully before she could do any more we heard the sound of cloth whipping around behind us. Shop girl had returned, looking a little bit calmer than she had when she left. She looked around, concerned for a moment before her eyes fell on us. "Oh, you found the Mirror of Pawsredneg." She walked over to us, though remaining behind the counter. "It shows you what you would really look like if you'd been born a guy. Or a girl, depending." I took another glance at guy-me. I didn't feel like I was staring at another person. It was still me, just wearing a different body. "Anyway," she said, trying to get our attention, "if you guys would come back over here, I have a few things I have to ask you." I tugged Emma away from the mirror by her shoulder where she had still been trying to see if she could see her mirror self's nipples without revealing her own and lead her back to the front of the counter. "So, what's up with the book?" I ask, genuinely curious. She cringed a little as I mentioned it. "I'll explain in a second. First-" She turned to Emma, holding up a finger. "Where do you live? I mean, do you live with your parents? Family?" Emma and I respond at the same time, our voices overlapping. "*We're roommates*." Shop-girl gives a little sigh of relief. "Oh good. Okay, that makes things easier." With a little bit of hesitation, she picks up the book off the counter, holding it out to Emma. "This is yours now. There are no real rules, but you should probably wait until you get home before you open it." Emma takes it with both hands, holding it close to her chest like a child would a new puppy. Shop girl turned to me next. "I know you're her friend, so I'm asking you to look out for her," she addressed us both. "Look out for each other. And you especially," she said, pointing a finger in Emma's face, "try to be nice." "Aren't I always?" she asked the room, to be greeted with silence. "Soooo..." she said, her voice trailing off. "Free book?" Shop-girl smiled, for some reason it looked like sympathy. "Free book." "Woo! Free book!" Emma shouted, holding it above her head and heading for the exit with a spring in her step. Before turning to follow her, I face the girl behind the counter. "Thank you." I smiled meaningfully at her. She just waves me goodbye. I do a little half-run to catch up with Emma by the front of the shop, and before too long we're stepping through the arch of beads again, walking back to my car to head home. Shop Girl I step out from behind the counter to watch the two girls leave. They manage to make it back to the entrance without getting distracted or lost, which is more than I can say for most customers. I glance over at the mirror, grimacing at my reflection. The thing had a nasty habit of stripping away my illusion charms. The figure in the mirror was male, and couldn't possibly be mistaken as anything but. He stood completely naked, 6' tall with muscles rippling out from everywhere. His deep red skin was shiny and smooth, and a pair of horns curled out from the top of his forehead like a ram's. The only thing more inhuman about him than the hooves that held up this giant mass of man was the mammoth cock that hung between his legs almost to his knees. I hated being reminded what I was. I sigh and glance away, back to the entryway where the two girls had since departed. "So, Emma and Julie..." I chuckle to myself. "You two have no idea what you're in for." Chapter 2 Julie The entire drive home Emma just sat next to me in the passenger seat with her legs crossed, the book in her lap, her eyes fixed on the gem set into the cover while shitty pop music buzzed quietly through the radio. It was clear that Emma had jumped into the whole magic thing with a great deal more ease than I, as I was still getting some spooky hoodoo bad juju vibes from the whole situation. Whoever ran the undercover magical society did not go around giving out seemingly cursed magical tomes to teenage girls. When we parked at the house Emma leaned over to me with her hands making grabbing motions. "Keyskeyskeys. Gimme." I dropped the keys into her hands and she took off to the front door with them and her new treasure. She disappeared inside before I even got out of the car. Okay, so a quick rundown of The House. It was big. Like, massive mansion huge. It's got every kind of room that you'd expect some fancy pants mansion to have, a parlor, a library, an indoor pool, a personal theatre, and a fuckton more other rooms than we know what to do with. Emma and I live here, alone, just the two of us, no mortgage, no jobs, no school or college classes. This slice of heaven was brought to us in full by Emma's awesome uncle. He was a super-rich eccentric, and he pretty much raised Emma single handedly until he died. Very sad. Dark times. But he left her *everything*. How I came to live here is a different story that I might tell later. By the time I'd gotten inside she was sitting in the middle of the living room floor with the still-closed book in front of her, staring at it. Without looking up she addressed me as I walked in. "Should I open it?" "You should most definitely *not* open it." The question of what kind of magical wonder could exist inside that book tickled the back of my mind, but my cautious side was getting the better of me. Or something else was. "I'm gonna open it." Even after saying it, she didn't move, her gaze focused on the eye in the cover. I crossed her and threw myself onto the couch, trying to seem disinterested. Why should I care? It's not like *I* got given a magic book. It continued on like that for almost a minute, me watching her, she watching the book, not much movement other than the occasional sniffle. After a few minutes of "opening the book," she fell backwards onto the carpet and groaned. "UUUGHH! This shouldn't be this hard!" She threw herself forward, her hands flying to the book, then hesitating again. "I'm just gonna open it!" Her hands didn't move. "You should make a series on how to open books. You'd make millions." "Shut up," she said, her hands still frozen on the cover. After a few more seconds she turned to me. "You should open it." "And take whatever voodoo curse that thing is loaded with? No thank you. It's your magic book, anyway." "Aw, don't be like that." She stood up, leaving the book on the floor and tossing herself onto the couch next to me, causing the whole thing to jerk. "This is *our* magic book. It just kinda... zapped me. We don't live in a universe where static electricity declares ownership of objects. If we did everyone would have carpets and the price of wool socks would go *way* up," That got me to smile. She punched me lightly on the shoulder. "Now get down here and help me open the stupid voodoo book." "Fine. But if your letter from Hogwarts comes in the mail tomorrow and mine isn't right next to it we're not friends anymore." She laughed. "Get over here you muggle." We both moved ourselves down to the floor, sitting side by side, cross legged in front of the book like a campfire. We just stared at it for a few more seconds. I put my hand on the cover, and she puts hers next to mine. "On three?" "On three." "One..." "two..." "THREE!" At the same time we threw the cover of the book open. I don't know what either of us were expecting but any of our possible imagined usherings into the world of magic were let down. Inside of the book was *Gasp!* paper. With squiggles on it. The entire first page was covered from top to bottom in these weird swirly lines that I guess were supposed to be some kind of letters, except they didn't really form words, more like Chinese characters, like each little segment was separated from the others. I shrugged. "Well that was anti-climactic. Emma?" When I looked over at her she was staring wide eyed at the page. "Emma? You okay?" I knew it! Voodoo hex. "No *way*... This is crazy..." She just stared open-mouthed at the page. "What's crazy? The squiggles are crazy?" "What? Wait, you can't see them?" "I see squiggles. Are we looking at the same squiggles?" "No, like, the feeling! Look." She grabbed my shoulder, pointing at one of the collection of swirly lines that to me kind of looked like a snowflake. "Right there, you don't see that?" I squinted hard at the paper. Just a bunch of ink on a page. "I see the snowflake squiggle." "No, not the squiggles! The- Damn it this is weird. It's like I can feel them. What they're supposed to mean. There aren't any words or pictures just..." She stared at the page for a few seconds, her gaze completely captivated by something I couldn't see. "It's like they're shooting what they mean into my brain!" Emma was right. I'm a muggle. "Well what does it say? Translate." She crunched up her face in a focusing gesture, bringing her face closer to the page. "Each one of them, they all do a thing. Like... Oh. Heh. But this one... Oh that one too..." She looked up from the page, her face contorted in a mischievous smile. "What?" "Okay so they're all like, spells, right? Except they all do some kinda' sexy thing." I squinted again at the page, trying to derive the meaning of the lines now that I had some context. "What kind of sexy things?" She jammed her finger into the first squiggle. "So this one, spell one on page one. It makes you horny. "This one," she slid her finger across the page to something near the middle, "makes all your clothes disappear, or invisible, or something. And this one, right next to it! It changes your clothes to whatever you're thinking of!" "That last one doesn't sound sexy." "You just don't have the right mind for it to be sexy." She turned back to the book, flipping the page and thrusting her attention into it. "Ooh this one looks- Hah! That's- Oh... Oh wow..." Her eyes were darting up and down the pages, her brain going a mile a minute trying to soak up all the information. Excitedly she looks up at me. "Who wants to be the guinea pig?" I throw my hands up. "Whoa! Not it!" "Aww come on! I'll do something vanilla! I wanna see how it works!" She gave me her best puppy-dog face. "Pleeeeease?" Damn that face. "Fine," I say, scooching around the rug, adjusting my position to sit across from her. "But I keep my clothes on, understood?" "Woo! Magic time!" She plants her face back into the book, looking for something that (I hope) would be mild enough. "Maybe this... Nah. Hmm... Ooh, *definitely* saving that one for later... Oh! I guess that'll work..." She brings her hands up above the book in a wizardly gesture. "This one's perfect. Ready Jules?" "No," I say, wincing at whatever kinky fate Emma had imagined for me. "Go whenever." "Alright... Here we GO!" She throws her hands out at me, and out of reflex I clench up. Nothing happens. Emma looks back down at the book, confused. "Aww, what gives?" I chuckle. "Maybe that spell is too high for your level. Or you don't have enough mana. Does it have any magic words?" "Shuuush. Maybe I have to be touching it?" She puts one hand down on the page, the other pointed out at me. A sudden arc of white/blue light jolts from her fingertips, crashing directly into my chest. A cry of bewilderment bursts from me as I tense up, my arms pulling up to my chest out of pure reflex. After the initial shock, I open my eyes to see Emma staring down at her hand, little tendrils of light still twisting off the tips of her fingers and disappearing into the air. "Woah," she said to herself, flicking her hand like she was putting out a match and watching the vapor trails dissipate. She looks back up at me. "You okay?" I had no idea. I look down, taking careful inventory of myself. Arms, check. Legs, check. My mind darts down the list and everything seems to be in working order. I was a little surprised that I didn't have like, a second head, or a third boob. I looked up at Emma to see her excited face staring at my chest, making me re-evaluate my last guess. Looking back down I saw what she'd been staring at. Two little bumps were popping out from the front of my hoodie. I unzipped it enough to see two incredibly bright high-beams screaming out to the world for attention through my shirt. My ruined bra was still stuffed into one of my hoodie's pockets, but I don't think even the combined might of all three of those layers of fabric would have been able to conceal such raging nipple hard-ons. "Yeah! Take it off!" Emma said, letting out a wolf-whistle. I zipped myself back up, feeling a little vulnerable, but the twin bumps were still blaringly obvious through the grey cloth. "Is that what you- ?" "Yep! I found this little gizmo at the shop that did pretty much the same thing. Pretty cool huh?" "You..." I let my brain veer past the imagined images of Emma alone in a kinky magic shop before continuing. "It just makes nipples hard?" Emma's face fell hard at my clearly unamused tone. "Well you can suck the fun out of anything if you say it like *that*. The point is it WORKS!" I leaned back and braced myself against the rug with my arms, then returned to my original position, feeling a little over exposed with my brights on. "When does it, er, stop?" My eyes kept dropping back to glance at them, somehow surprised every time to see that they were as hard as the last time I looked. "Uh," Emma said concerned, her face diving back down to the book and scanning over it for a few worrying seconds before coming back up. "An hour. See? Nothing to worry about! Just a little harmless kinky magic fun between friends." My face dropped back down to stare at the nubs staring up at me. I guess an hour of hard nipples wasn't the worst fate to be shackled to. I looked back up. "Can it do anything a little more... useful? Like, I don't know. Clean the dishes? Or conjure food or something?" Emma was apparently eager to prove her new toy's worth, because as soon as I finished she jumped up. "Right on it!" She picked up on the page she left off on, slowly finishing reading the spells on that page, turning it over, and starting to scan the next ones. She muttered under her breath, "Show... Me... Food spells..." Apparently the book had heard her, because as if a sudden gust of wind had blasted through the room, the pages began to turn at blazing speed, causing Emma's hands to jump away from it. The blur of paper looked as if it was flipping through thousands and thousands of pages, far more than the little book could possibly contain. A split second before it stopped, I noticed that more pages kept flooding out of the inside of the back cover and falling through the inside-front when they rustled past. After a few seconds it stopped, lying open in front of Emma's crossed legs as still as if she had simply opened it like that. Emma looked down at what to me were still squiggles, each page indistinguishable from the next, then let out a, "Hmmm." "Well?" I said, more than a little frustrated. It was like I was a toddler again and I couldn't read the subtitles on the muted TV and I didn't know what the hell was going on. "Well," she said, still scanning the page, "if by 'Conjure food' you mean 'Whipped cream on your genitals,' then yes, we can conjure food." "Hooray. We've solved world hunger," I said flatly. "What kind of pervy wizard made this thing?!" I said, adjusting my hoodie, still feeling self-conscious with my nubs poking through my shirt. They were kind of hard to ignore. Emma snickered. "At least we know it has a working search function." An idea struck me. "Hey book, uh, sir. Do you have a spell that could let me read you?" The book sat inert on the floor, further mocking me. Emma followed up after me, yelling at it, "You heard the lady! Get my homie some wizard eyes!" Still nothing. I slumped, letting out a sigh. "Guess I'll just chill here while you do magic." Emma wasn't having my sulky attitude for a second. "Hey, quit that. We can take turns. Just tell the book what spell you want and I'll do it, no questions asked. We can make a game out of it!" A smile crept into the corner of my mouth. "Yeah, like when normal girls have sleepovers, where they braid each other's hair, talk about boys, have their first lesbian experiences where they play spin the bottle and compare boob sizes." I laughed. "Okay maybe not that last one." Emma got a look on her face. "I was gonna take it easy on you 'cause you're being all whiney, but just for that..." She turned to the book and whispered into it, covering her mouth with her hand. Her unintelligible whispers were replaced by the whirring of pages flying by. The look turned into a mischievous grin as she scanned the page. I scooted backwards a little, my still-hard nipples dragging against the inside of my shirt as I tried to assuage Emma's coming wrath. "Woah woah! It was a joke! Emma..." She looked up, apparently satisfied with what she'd read, then leveled her hand at me. "I guess I'll take my turn first, titty monster." This time I hadn't had my eyes closed, and saw the full effect of the magic. Emma's irises glowed the same blue/white that burst from her fingertips as the magic surged up through the hand that was touching the page to the fingers pointed like a gun at my chest, right between my two bull's eyes. You could actually see the bluish glow through her skin, lighting up her veins like lightning. The brief beam of magic arced through the air between us in an instant. This time I felt the spell as it hit me, and my mind jolted back to the magic shop as a familiar feeling electrified the flesh on my chest. The satisfying sensation of being filled pulsed through me, my nipples dragging past the fabric of my shirt as it was forced upwards. A moment later it was all over, and I sat there with my hands clutching my forcefully expanded assets, staring bullets at Emma. "If you're gonna make jokes about having bigger tits than me all the time." She held her sizzling fingertips up to her mouth and blew them out like postols. "Then you should at least have some TITS!" The last word was exemplified by a gesture of holding her hands in front of her chest, cupping a pair of invisible breasts. From what I could feel behind my fingers I had probably gained about two full sizes, enough to put me to at *least* a double d, and while they weren't even a fraction of the monsters I had briefly sported back at the shop, they still felt unfamiliar and huge in my hands. "Fine," I said, smiling as I let my hands fall back to my sides, again revealing the effects of Emma's first spell. "You want to play it like that? Gimme the book." "There she is!" Emma said, sliding the book across the carpet on its back, still open. "Go on! Hit me!" I turning the book around towards me and whispered into it, hoping that this time I would hear me. Nothing. "It's still not doing anything." "Alright," she said, leaning over and pulling it back towards her. "Just tell me what you *would have* hit me with, and I'll pretend you did a cool magic backflip or something to cast it at me." "Alright then. Give yourself a pair of cat ears." She let out a gasp as if I'd just commanded her to jump off a bridge. "You wouldn't dare make me..." "I dare! I DOUBLE dare! Do it." Emma liked anime for the most part, but she absolutely *hated* cat girls. I never understood the oddly specific animosity, but I s