TW: Erotic Content, Lactation
Cherry Totters arrived for Magical Sparring Training exactly on time, as per usual. Regardless of the occasion, Cherry always arrived exactly when she meant to, which was always precisely when she was supposed to. For Magical Sparring Training, that was Tuesday and Thursdays at 3:30pm.
Cherry was a third-year student at Middle Magical College, a school of witchery and wizardcraft hidden inside the otherwise mundane Middle College. Middle College was a very plain, ordinary university, famous only really for its intense sports rivalry with nearby Central University. On the other hand, Middle Magical College was renown through the secret magical world as one of the best sources of magical learning in the whole world. And Cherry was one of their best students.
Among the students aware of the mystical side of the campus, Cherry had a reputation as a fierce and cruel duelist. Her wandcraft was superb, her spell knowledge exemplary, and her cunning vicious. Unlike the way it was depicted in popular non-magical media, magical dueling had nothing to do with physical violence. In fact, magic refused to allow itself to physically harm another person directly. While you might be able to levitate a large stone above someone and drop it on them, trying to simply bludgeon them with a telekinetic barrage would simply fail to occur.
Thus, magical duels instead focused on the combatants finding a way to force their opponent into submitting. While there are many strategies, the one employed by Cherry Totters was quite common: pure and simple humiliation. She had won her last three duels in rather simple manner. Beatrice Leflue had been stripped naked by winds enchanted with mischievous consciousness, Sandy Rivers had been blinded (non-permenantly) with conjured black sludge before being bent over Cherry's knee for a thorough non-magical spanking, and Veruca Balfroy… well, Veruca had been given a rather intimate introduction to set of spectral tentacles.
Regardless of her opponent today, Cherry expected a quick and easy won. Well, maybe not quick. It was always nice to savor a victory and the accompanying embarrassment of her victim… opponent. No one in the class could match her talent or cunning. In fact, Cherry was so confident, she had taken to flirting with the cuter boys instead of warming up.
It was while she was in the process of this flirting that Cherry began to suspect something was about to go very, very poorly for her. It started with an odd tingle in her chest, followed by widening eyes and dropping jaws from the boys and other nearby classmates. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Cherry looked down.
Her bust, normally a rather modest B-cup that made up for its size with its perfect perkiness and bounce, had started to… well, grow. Noticeably grow, like they were balloons being inflated with a pump. Already they were passing from C towards D-cups, pressing against the tight confines of her t-shirt. The only good part of this was that Cherry had chosen not to wear a bra today, so her expanding breasts weren't being painfully crushed by one.
Panicking, Cherry backpedaled away from the group. She hadn't seen someone cast a spell, but that was the only explanation. She quickly wracked her brain for what the spell could possibly be, so she could identify the correct countercharm. There were a number of spells that could cause chest expansion… but only one had that distinctive tingling in the breasts…
The Pumpkin Tits hex…
Cherry had only read about it, but knew that it was particularly nasty. The curse had three parts to it, and from what she was seeing, Cherry was already deep into the second. Still, it had a simple enough countercharm, which she could easi…
Her body froze. Unable to move an inch, Cherry felt the pit in her stomach double in depth. Completely against her own will, Cherry's head turned and looked towards the corner of the courtyard where she spotted, hiding in the shadow of a tree…
Veruca Balfroy. With a villainous smirk, Veruca ran a hand through her silky platinum-blonde locks. A second later, Cherry felt her own hand repeat the gesture, sweeping sensually through her shiny chin-length red hair. Cherry knew immediately what had happened.
The Mimic Me Mimicry enchantment.
It forced the victim to perfectly mimic the movements of the caster. While that may sound incredibly powerful, it was generally considered a very weak spell. It was a mental enchantment with very low penetration capability, which meant it was easily blocked by even the weakest of mental wards. Cherry herself was quite proud of her warding, and it should have had no issue stopping the mimicry spell.
Except Veruca had cast it at the exact moment that Cherry recognized the Pumpkin Tits hex. In that moment, as she pictured what was about to happen to her breasts and how it was going to happen in front of all her classmates, Cherry's panic had caused her to drop her mental wards in distraction. It was a trick that Cherry had used herself in many duels.
At this point, with despair in her heart, Cherry knew she was defeated, helplessly under the control of Veruca. There was no escaping the mimicry enchantment once it had taken effect.
As their classmates tittered and stared at Cherry's still growing chest, Veruca lowered her hands to the bottom of her shirt and lifted it to her chin, revealing the second shirt underneath. Unfortunately, when Cherry's hands mirrored the action a moment later, her lack of an undershirt meant that her engorged tits were on full display to the stunned eyes of her fellow witches and wizards. Revealed not only was their increased size, comically expanding, but also the signature orange discoloration of the Pumpkin Tits hex.
Veruca bit the base of her t-shirt between her teeth, keeping it held up even as her hands lowered. Unseen in the dark shadows of the tree, she began to grab and squeeze her own still-covered breasts, forcing the same sexual display onto poor Cherry only in much lewder fashion due to her total exposure. Cherry gasped, her breasts left incredibly sensitive due to the magic forcing them to swell. Veruca had no intention of making this a short-lived humiliation.
As she was forced to play with and tease and squeeze her own breasts, Cherry burned with shame. But she knew the worst was still to come. The final piece of the Pumpkin Tits hex.
Sure enough, before too long, Cherry felt and saw the first tiny drops of orange liquid begin to leak from her tit mid-squeeze. The ultimate humiliation of the curse: spiced pumpkin juice lactation. With a malicious smirk, Veruca forced Cherry to wave her hands invitingly to their gathered classmates. Up until now, they had all been content to simply watch the once-proud Cherry debase herself. Now though, several boys stepped forward to quench their thirst…