[Reality Shift, Multi Breast, Breast Expansion, Humantaur]

"Ehehehe. Everyone's doing their best! It's always so fun watching them all work!"

Imagination is a powerful thing. Both in regards to what it can inspire, leading to great works of art and passion that can then inspire the imaginations of the next generation... And in regards to how horribly it can distract those that get lost in it, leading to dreamers that find themselves detached from the world at large.

Anne, a young blonde girl who always liked to wear dresses that made her look like somebody that had just stumbled into another world, not unlike Alice after she tumbled her way into Wonderland, was one of the girls that could call themselves enraptured by their own imagination. But she didn't mind. No, because her imagination was very special. So special that many people knew about.

Her powerful imagination was so bright and so enthralling that others got caught in it. Anybody in a hundred meter radius, which was a rather respectable sphere of influence for a young girl with way too many happy thoughts in that little head of hers, would find themselves turned into forms that properly reflected the kind of person that Anne thought that they were.

"We do our best because it's our duty, little Anne!"

Across the street, guiding a set of children safely past a bunch of stopped cars, was a police officer that Anne was familiar with. She met her every day on the same route, since she happened to pass the crossing where the officer worked. And because of her dedication to protecting the populace, even in such small ways like protecting those that needed to cross the street, the officer was turned into a knight in shining armor. The metal sheen shining as the sun shone above, with the kids naturally wowed. No matter how many times they saw this transformation take place, they were always so impressed.

Anne couldn't help but giggle either. It was such an impressive display. Such an adorable sight to behold. She almost wished she was as tiny as those kids again, so she could be protected by a knight just like the princesses in the stories that she loved to read so much about.

"Maid We're late for tea! Come, carry me!"

Just like the officer had become a knight, other people that Anne had seen were transformed. One being this overworked office lady that she always passed by on the way to school. Because she always ordered around this tired looking man, who did everything that he could to make sure that she was satisfied, Anne saw the lady as a Princess.

"Of course, Princess." And since he was so dedicated, he was turned into a proper servant. Just a cuter one. What cuter servants were there than maids? And not only that, the maid looked extra dashing when she held her Princess in her arms, carrying her like she would a bride. All while the Princess blushed a little while she was in her arms. Awww...

That's how Anne interpreted their relationship. The reason that she kept on bugging that man was because she really liked him. And by becoming cute girls, they were able to express that relationship a lot better. At least, that's what she thought. And they did look a lot cuter like this!

Of course, more and more of the office ladies that came out of the same building were converted into equally pompous princesses with very voluptuous hairdos and equally obedient servants. Because once she had seen one kind of lady as one thing, that's just what she thought they all were. So what if there were so many princesses? That was just part of the fun!

As Anne proceeded down the street, giggling and humming to herself as she walked out of the denser parts of the city she lived in and out into the more rural areas, the parts where she usually went to school, she could hear the bushes rustling nearby. Of course the bushes were rustling! She was close to the city's shrine!

Her imagination didn't just affect humans. Far from it! It also affected animals, especially the foxes that happened to flock to the shrine. Which meant that there were several cute eyes popping out of the bushes. Each belonging to a fox girl that wanted nothing more than to protect the humans. But they were all too shy to actually interact with them. So they watched and protected them from a distance... Even if they were kind of bad at the whole 'staying hidden' bit.

Something that prompted yips and gasps from the many adorable kitsune, as Anne waved to them. They were far too shy to respond to something as simple as a wave. Causing them to scramble and run back to the shrine, even if they were all blushing in delight. Because the nice human girl greeted them just as she had done so many times before.

Were they perhaps a little too affected by Anne's imagination, turning normal animal behavior into something more adorable? Probably. But that was just how her imagination was. She couldn't help herself. Her life was just that inspiring! All the nice people that she met, all the nice people she saw. They were all things that inspired her! And that was what made her life so happy and carefree. Because she could get lost in her imagination, and she wouldn't be hurting others. Who would be hurt by being changed for just a little bit? Once she forgot about them, they ended up turning back to normal. No harm, no foul.

"Ufufufu! Little Anne, as clever and as spry as ever! I see you're looking a little too happy!"

But there were some people that Anne wasn't too fond of. And they were affected by her imagination just as much as the others. Unlike the others that ended up becoming cute and happy, these were the ones that ended up a little too.... Mean, would probably be the best way to describe it. Yes, definitely.

One of those types of people that ended up a lot meaner than everyone else, were teachers. And there was a very good reason for that. Anne just couldn't handle most teachers. They always told her to stop imagining things and keep to reality so she could focus on learning. They were all meanies. No, they were worse than that...

They were witches. And that's exactly who stood in her way right now. A stereotypical witch with a broom and a black dress and a wicked yet kind of seductive grin, especially as she came closer and closer. A witch that was going to do all sorts of bad things to her, which caused Anne to quickly try and back away. She didn't know what teacher it was, because they all blended together thanks to how mean and how rude they were, but she knew that this one was bad news since she had come by outside of school!

"Ehehehehe!" The witchified teacher laughed as she drew a little circle in the air, and suddenly a rope wrapped its way around Anne, pulling her towards the Witch so she couldn't possibly get away. "You're not going to get away from me, Little Anne! Because if you get away, then I'm going to disappear! And being a mean, wicked, evil Witch? That's just right for me! Finally, I can put brats like you in your place!"

"Let go of me!" Anne cried out, but there wasn't much that she could do. Especially not as the rope was tied to the Witch's broom, and definitely not as the broom took off into the air. All she could do was kick her legs around as the Witch cackled above her, happy to have captured and trapped her in her clutches.

And it was all her own fault, and she knew that. It was only because she associated teachers with being such terrible Witches that she ended up being captured. But then again, there weren't many that actually wanted to stay like they were inside of her imagination, so... Maybe she wasn't as much at fault.

It was something that Anne had to stew on as she was dragged along through the air, her imagination causing the surrounding areas to grow darker and more decrepit as they flew towards her school. A school that very quickly turned into a big haunted manor, all because of her current predicament. Because the Witch was kidnapping her, her imagination was turning the surrounding area into somewhere fit for a Witch! Oh no!

"Ehehehehehe! Eeeeeehehehehehe!" The Witch cackled more and more, deeply satisfied and bemused by the way that the world changed in response to Anne's wishes. "I knew it was a good idea to capture you and make you mine, Little Anne! If this keeps going, not only will I be able to stay a Witch for as long as I'd like, but I can turn the whole world into one that fits me!"

Now that, that would just be horrible! Anne didn't want to think about a world that was fit for Witches alone! All the nice Knights that were meant to protect her and all the other citizens, all the pretty Princesses and their Maids, and the cute Kitsune that kept watch despite how shy they were! They were going to disappear and get turned into creepy monsters that were fit for a Witch's world, if she let this Witch continue getting out of control!

"N-No, I won't let you do that! I won't! You're just a big bully! I won't let you make the world yours!" There was one thing that Anne had learned from one of the very few good teachers in her life. And that was that she had to stand up to bullies. Even if those bullies were other teachers.

"Ehehehehe! What are you going to do, little Anne? You're just a girl with a bright imagination, I'm a Witch!" The cackling Witch said, as she drew a wand from her sleeve. A wand that started to glow with a sickly green color. "Perhaps I should make you a cute doll that can do nothing but imagine things, so I won't have to listen to your whining!"

"No! It's my imagination! And you're just a big bully!"

Anne shouted, and her body started to glow as she closed her eyes. If the Witch was like this because of her imagination, then she... Then she could change her and make her better. Or at least punish her, so she wasn't able to threaten her or be mean ever again!

"Ehehehehe- EGH-"

The young blonde blinked as she heard a heavy thud in front of her, and as she opened her eyes fully to see what was going on, she was treated to quite the amusing sight. A sight that made her giggle, despite the fact that she had been so frustrated and worried just moments ago.

The Witch that had been threatening her was certainly big. Just as she had imagined. But the big part about her was nowhere near intimidating, because it was her breasts. They were huge. Not huge enough to the point where they'd take up a room or anything, but so big that the Witch was completely unprepared for how heavy they were!

"W-What is the meaning of this!? What kind of vapid imagination do you have!? What kind of Witch is supposed to handle boobs like this!?" The Witch complained, as she tried to lift herself up. But because Anne's imagination told her that Witches were very good with magic but physically frail, she didn't have the strength to get up. No, not at all. She was stuck down there, practically helpless. Just as Anne had been just moments prior, when she was swinging from that broom.

Thanks to imagining that the Witch was weighed down by her big boobies, the rope that had held Anne had come undone. Letting her stand in front of the Witch, now in full control over the situation... And for a split second, it seemed like her grin turned a little lewd.

Because underneath all of that happiness, underneath that bubbly exterior that allowed her imagination to flourish, was a girl that wanted to experiment and explore her sexuality. And since she had such a nice guinea pig right here, why shouldn't she indulge..?

"Ehehe. They're really big, aren't they?" Anne ignored the Witch's complaints as she kneeled down, prodding at the voluptuous mass with her finger. All while giggling and smiling in response to the Witch starting to moan in turn. "They're really sensitive too. Just like you. You're so sensitive, because you don't want to stop having fun with me. Isn't that right?"

It was like a switch had been flipped inside her. Which filled the Witch with a certain kind of horror, especially as those generously huge breasts of hers were making her quake more and more, all thanks to the pleasure that they were pouring through her. "L-Look. I-I'm sorry. I-I can't carry these things. If I promise to turn things back to normal, will you please shrink them?" She was desperate. Almost a little too desperate. She would never beg like this... Had the girl done something to her? It was possible, but...

Another moan left her lips, all thanks to Anne carefully pressing her finger up against the oversized nipples pointing towards her. Those big pink nubs that were practically begging to be suckled on, the same nubs that could leak milk if they were teased even further... "Mmmm... Well, you did say please. I can't say no to that!" The cute girl chimed.

So she used her imagination, and helped shrink the Witch's breasts. However, the Witch didn't get what she wanted. No, her problem was traded out for another. Because all of that mass had to go somewhere, resulting in four rows of tits growing underneath her existing set. Thankfully, they were all nowhere near as big as the giant pair had been just moments prior. But that didn't stop them from getting bigger the further down you went...

Leading to the Witch ending up on her back instead, gasping as each of her tits now throbbed with need. Her nipples were on the verge of bursting open with how much they idly shook, and her nethers... Well, to say that they were soaked would be an understatement. She was beyond horny, and she needed to cum...

And that need only grew stronger as Anne looked down at her, sending another shock of submission through the Witch. "P-Please. Please help me cum." It had worked once. She was willing to try again. Sure, these tits were still too much for her to handle. But at least she was on her back now. And they were nowhere near as individually heavy, she could figure out a way to handle them later, once she had gotten the chance to cum..!

Anne couldn't help but smile as she gazed down at her. The Witch reminded her of a Witch that she had read about in one of those naughty stories she used to fuel this experimentative part of her imagination. A Witch that bit off more than she could chew, leading to her becoming a toy of the ones that she had tried to bully.

Just like the dominant in that story, the young blonde mounted the Witch. Letting her fingers slide across each row of tits. Flicking the Witch's nipples as her fingertips grazed by them, before squeezing her hands into the lowest pair...

Each flick brought the Witch closer to a climax. Each flick being like a single droplet adding to a glass of water that was about to tip over. And once those fingers sank into her lowest pair, it all flooded out. Screams of pure pleasure, as the Witch was overwhelmed by it all...

All while Anne just giggled, enjoying the sight of the mean lady cumming her brains out. She was so mean just a few minutes ago. But now? She was like putty in the girl's hands. She could do anything to her. She could let her imagination run wild... But at the same time, they were in such a horrid place for it. So instead, she had a much better idea. One that would let her have so much more fun with the Witch!

"H-haaah... W-What's going on..?" The Witch gasped and panted as she felt another heat swell through her. And as Anne got off her, she felt her body forcing itself up, making her stand on her two feet. Or... Two? Hold on, it didn't feel like it was two. It felt like it was...

She gazed downward, and watched as her buttocks extended outward. Turning her hindquarters into a second set of legs, and making her look like a centaur... Just one without the fur. A humantaur, given the smoothness of her skin and everything else. The girl's imagination was certainly something...

Just as her dominant streak was something else. Anne not hesitating for a moment to mount the Witch's back, giggling as she grabbed ahold of the tits that were still lining her torso. Each hand grabbing a different row. "Come on. You can gallop through the air with your magic. So let's go home and keep having fun. You wanted to have lots of fun with me, didn't you?"

That cheery voice whispering into the Witch's ear filled her with dread, while at the same time making her pussy leak once more. She... She did want to have lots more fun with Anne. And she knew that it was because of the girl's imagination. Her entire status as a Witch was due to that imagination. Her desire to stay a Witch had been turned around, and... And...

The Witch whined like the pet she now was, as she began to gallop through the air. With the surroundings slowly turning back to normal, all while Anne giggled to herself. Watching the scenery match her wonderful imagination, watching all the bright colors return...

Imagination truly is a powerful thing. And girls like Anne, whose imagination has no limits, will always push it further and further. Even if it leads them to try out some naughty things now and then...