"Azerath, metrion, Zintho-ah!" Raven couldn't help but gasp as the power she had gathered suddenly surged and suffused her body. She felt shivers, but the heat in her body increased as if she was in the summer sun. She broke into a sweat, her breathing began to quicken, and she started to take stock of what was going on, what her body was doing. Was something wrong with the spell, she wondered? Had she made a mistake?
The stretching of her leotard drew her attention to the tightening in her chest. In the span of a few short breaths, her breasts, once modest B or C cups had nearly doubled in size, almost without her knowing! She felt the fabric of her uniform rub and move over her rapidly hardening nipples, making her breath catch in her throat. She smiled despite herself. "It does work!" But that smile was short lived, as in the time she took to make this revelation, her chest had gained three new cup sizes, approaching F cups. They were well beyond a handful now, and already pushing what she had wanted for herself. And it only seemed she was getting bigger...
"Wait... No, hold on..." She frantically reached for the book she had dropped, quickly noticing the new, pendulous weight on her chest. She silently thanked her ability to move herself with but a thought, but still worried how big her newfound bosom would become. She searched for the spell, quickly finding her previous place in the book, and frantically tried to discern some form of counterspell for her rapidly growing predicament. She heard stitching begin to pop as her breasts reached HH cups in size, now as large as her head and beginning to take up a great deal of her torso, attention, and body mass.
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