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Sympathetic Magic - 5/5
🕑 Added 2023-12-20 14:00:12 +0000 UTC
Contains: Breast Expansion as Weight Gain, Stuffing
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Sympathetic Magic
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I sat against the wall as Barbara played with my clay. She couldn’t do anything with it, not really. Even if she had the talent for Sympathy, she didn’t have any training, so there was no point in trying to stop her. After a minute or two, she strolled slowly back to my side of the room, holding a clay doll. It was simple and crude, like one of the vague animal shapes I sometimes made when I used the clay as a stress reliever. Just an oval with four cylinders as limbs and a round ball for a head. The clay version of a stick figure.
Barbara bent down and grabbed a handful of my hair. I winced as she yanked a few strands from my scalp. Even though I knew it was coming, the sharp pain was such a shock I found myself holding the Void to separate myself from it. As Barbara poked the hair into the doll, I was only dimly aware of my subconscious Linking myself to it.
With my mouth gaping in horror, I tried to sever the Link, but the Void shattered around me. In Barbara’s hands, the clay transformed into a perfect copy of me. Her eyes went wide, and she gasped. “Holy shit… it’s true…”
She looked around the room and spotted my bowl of pins. With three strides of her long, perfect legs, she was at the dresser, picking up a pin and undoing the catch. I stood slowly on shaky legs but didn’t go after her.
I deserve this.
Barbara jabbed the pin into Mini Dani’s arm. I felt a bloom of heat in my own arm. To my surprise, the sensation wasn’t entirely unpleasant. It was as if the skin of my arm was as sensitive as my private parts, and someone had bit down on me just a little too hard. My body twitched, and I bit my lower lip to stifle a gasp.
She misinterpreted my reaction as a wicked grin spread across her lips. She pulled the pin out of her doll and stabbed its other arm. A spasm rocked through my back, making me stagger back against the wall.
“You like that, huh?” Barbara sneered. “How does it feel to have someone fuck with your body?”
She stabbed the doll again and again, each time sending a burst of intense pleasure through my body. The overwhelming sensation was too much, and I cried out, stumbling back to the floor. Then, Barbara drove the pin all the way through the doll’s stomach. I shuddered in ecstasy as the orgasm took me, screaming in pleasure as I lay curled in the fetal position on the carpet.
Barbara stared down at me, eyes wide. She stepped across the room slowly, stopping with her shoes a few inches from my head. I rolled onto my back and looked up, but Barbara’s chest was blocking my view of her face. She must have realized at the same time I did because she took a step back to glare down at me.“What the fuck was that? Did you just… are you enjoying this?”
I waved a hand frantically up at her. “No! Stop, please, no more…”
Barbara squatted down, her strong legs keeping her balanced despite her new center of gravity. “Start talking,” she demanded.
I pushed against the floor, my arms trembling as I levered myself up to sit against the wall. “It… it does that. I don’t know why. It’s not supposed to, but I’ve never tried Malefaction before.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Malefaction?”
I stared at my hands, and my voice came out in the faintest whisper. “Using Sympathy… magic, to hurt someone…”
“The fuck do you call using magic to fuck with my body, then?”
“I don’t think it counts if it’s not a direct attack, though I know that’s no excuse.”
“Damn right, it’s not.”
She glared, but I went on. “I technically did do it to you once, I think… Though that was an accident, too. Do you remember that time in class… a few months ago?”
Her eyes widened. “That’s what that was?”
I told her the whole story. Carla, the night I made the doll, I even tried to explain how Sympathy and the Void work.
“That first time in class is the only time I actually wanted to hurt you, I promise. I really am sorry, and I know this won’t help, but I felt awful as soon as it happened.”
The fury in Barbara’s face had cooled, and a crease formed between her gold eyebrows. “You poked me in my shoulder?”
“Yeah…”
“What about the second time, in my…” She looked down at the fat lobes resting on her knees. “…chest?”
I stared at the floor. “I… I sorta bumped it with my hand.”
“Heh. You’re such an idiot.”
I looked up to find Barbara grinning at me.
The room spun as I sputtered, “W-what?”
“You spent all that time believing a bunch of shit you just made up in your head… when you could have just talked to us? Am I really so scary?”
I hung my head. “No…”
Barbara clicked her tongue, rising to her feet. She reached a hand down to help me up, and I took it. “I would have helped you out with Carla if I’d known. But she’s got a boyfriend now.”
“Really?”
“Did you not know she was bi?”
“I guess not. I don’t really know her at all.”
In that moment, I knew I was over Carla. The news of her having a boyfriend should have been devastating, but I just felt… nothing. Maybe I was even… happy for her?
Barbara said, “I didn’t tell her to dye her hair, you know. She’s just kind of a follower.”
“Yeah…”
“Anyway, she seems really happy with Carlos. I think they’ll be good together.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Carla and Carlos?”
Barbara grinned. “I know, right?”
I felt her fingers shift and realized we were still holding hands. “I really am sorry, Barbara.”
To my shock, she pulled me close and wrapped her arms around me. My face was buried in the softness of her overstuffed sweatshirt. “I know you are,” She said, “and I forgive you.”
I tilted my head back to meet her eyes and free my nose and mouth from her cleavage so I could breathe. “I can talk to my Grandma and her partner. They might know how to undo… this.”
“That would be nice,” she said. “Though if they don’t, I guess it’s alright.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. They’re kinda… growing on me.”
I gave her a flat stare, and she grinned at her own “joke.”
Pressed against her body like this, I was having a hard time focusing on coherent thoughts. Remembering what she said a moment ago about believing the worst instead of talking to people, I managed to ask, “Do you… still hate me?”
She craned her neck down, squishing her massive breasts between us as her lips met mine. With all my secrets out in the open, it felt better than all the kissing we’d done earlier. More freeing, more true.
Our lips parted, and Barbara said, “How could I hate a cute girl who’s so infatuated with me?”
I pulled back. “What?”
Barbara slid her hands lower until they were gripping my lower back, just inches away from my hips. “Come on, Dani, I can read between the lines. I’m still working out all this ‘void’ stuff, but obviously, some part of you wanted to give me great big honking titties.”
I sighed. This new policy of honest transparency was going to take some getting used to. “You know, you’re probably right. Before all this, the only consolation I had was that my boobs were bigger than yours.”
She made a mocking gasp. “How rude! I was very insecure about my chest; I’ll have you know.” Then she grinned. “I guess I should be thanking you.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah. I’d been debating surgery for a long time, and now I don’t have to. Though I think you went a little… overboard.”
I squeezed my body into her, burying my face in her cleavage. “Agree to disagree.”
Barbara chuckled. “Well, if what my agent says is true, I can make even better money in their adult department. But that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook, little witch.”
I met her eyes, but instead of rage or scorn, I saw that fire from earlier just beginning to smolder.
“You’re gonna pay for what you did to me.” She glanced at the open door to my bedroom. “And I have a few ideas about how.”
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Epilogue
Staring at the endless miles of highway, I felt a jolt of pleasure between my legs. I looked over to see Barbara with her simulacrum of me in her lap. She was watching me as she brushed an enameled fingernail over the doll’s middle.
“Would you stop that,” I scolded, “I’m trying to drive here.”
Contrary to my words, I couldn’t help but stare at her cleavage as if hypnotized. She was wearing a tiny tank top, and her flesh glowed in the afternoon sun, rippling with every bump in the pavement.
“Eyes on the road, Wednesday.”
I clicked my tongue and looked away. A few seconds later, my back spasmed as Barbara prodded my doll again.
“I’m gonna take that away.”
“I’d like to see you try, short stuff.”
“You know…” I said, keeping my eyes forward, “I’ve got lots more clay. I could always add another handful to yours. You feeling hungry, Barbie?”
With a huff, Barbara put the doll back in her bag.
