Chantess was at home tidying up. Despite how late it was, Chantess was often up at this time. As a professor of curses and enchantments, she had patented an enchantment for sleep masks to increase the the energy one gained from sleeping, meaning that folks who wore them could get ten hours of sleep in two hours, and Chantess was no different.
By now, Chantess had put on another shirt, one that actually fit around her rack, and was writing down its measurements, as well as the new ones for her breasts. Chantess had been suspicious that it wasn't just a shrinking top, and had indeed found her breasts had grown.
Despite believing foul play, she did not believe it to be by Melona's doing. While not one to normally pass off a witches lacking talents as a reason to discount someone's involvement, Melona was more than just 'lacking talent', and so Chantess was none the wiser. As she thought about this though...
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