Raven frantically made some quick alterations to the spell, hoping that her experience and confidence would win out against what was rapidly becoming her biggest mistake. She could feel the sides of her new tracts of land being exposed to the cool air of her room as her leotard started losing its battle with them. She fought to suppress moans of pleasure as her nipples, growing as well and now the size of her thumb-tips, continued to be stimulated. She could feel the bottom curves of her breasts moving across the bottom of her rib cage, gently pushing over her upper abdomen.
"Azerath, Metion, Zinthos!" She practically shouted. And then she did moan. Her large and growing breasts nearly instantly doubled in size, shredding cloth and mental fortitude alike. Sitting cross-legged as she had been, her breasts would nearly reach her lap, roughly the size of basketballs, her nipples painfully erect in the cold air. Raven took a shuddering breath as she tried to mentally grasp what just happened, what she had just done, but the still growing mounds before her continued to baffle and confuse her normally quite agile mind. In seconds they had begun to brush her legs, causing her to gasp, and then groan in growing need at the sensitivity of her breasts. She most certainly had not had sufficient time to grow accustomed to the extreme pleasure her new nerve endings were sending her, and she was largely powerless as the spell continued to run its course.
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