The school day marched on in typical, lackadaisical fashion, consisting of the same humdrum lectures, pop quizzes, and review materials for whatever upcoming tests in the coming days for one class or another. While Honoka sat in his classes, going through the everyday motions of such normal highschool life, he couldn’t help but marvel at Ayaka’s size all the while. Even while the vast majority of the students and faculty acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary being in the presence of 7’2’’ student with magnificent curves and a rather substantial chest, Honoka couldn’t help but stare in awe from time to time.
After all, by this point, the top of his head was roughly halfway between the cusps of her colossal bosom and the base of her neck, which effectively put him at face-level with Ayaka’s breasts.
And while Honoka tried his hardest not to stare too much towards Ayaka’s vicinity, he couldn’t help but feel that Ayaka knew that he was staring from time to time. She pretty much confirmed it during one of their classes, sitting right next to him (which she made sure was always the case in every class they had together).
“You don’t need to be embarrassed or ashamed, Honoka-kun,” she stated calmly. The young man couldn’t help but go slightly wide-eyed in response, turning his head away and blushing in the process. Ayaka responded to this by snapping her fingers, then gently palming the back of his head and shoving his face squarely into her bosom.
“A-Ayaka!” he shouted in a muffled fashion, given that his face was pressed deeply into the young woman’s cleavage. “What are you doing!? Others are going to see!”
“No, they’re not Honoka-kun,” she replied calmly. “And even if they did, I wouldn’t care in the slightest. If they have a problem with it, they’ll keep it to themselves if they don’t want trouble.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Honoka as he turned his head the best he could to look outside of the confines of Ayaka’s heavenly bosom. “We’re right in the middle of class!”
Loosening her grip on Honoka, Ayaka let the young man free of her bosom to look around the classroom. The young man’s eyes went wide open when he saw what Ayaka had apparently done.
It was as if the “pause” button on a remote controller was pressed, for the entire class appeared frozen in motion, not a single student or the teacher moving all the while. Honoka looked from one end of the classroom to the other and found that nobody in the room other than the two of them was moving in any way whatsoever. It only took a few seconds for him to come to a conclusion.
“Ayaka, what did you do?” he asked somewhat nervously.
“Time freezing spell,” she calmly answered. “Everything within this room other than us is currently frozen in space time, so we can do whatever we like and nobody will be any the wiser to it.”
“And you did all that with a snap of your fingers?” Honoka asked with mild trepidation in his voice.
“The joys of being a powerful witch, Honoka-kun,” Ayaka replied in a “matter-of-factly” tone of voice, with just the slightest upward twitch of her mouth. “When one attains a certain level of mastery and magical aptitude, casting spells with just a twirl or snap of one’s fingers becomes pretty easy.”
Hearing that made Honoka’s blood run a little cold, marveling at just how powerful Ayaka Kagari truly was. It appeared as though she could cast rather powerful magical spells without the use of incantations, drawing magical circles, reciting spellbooks, or any of the other tasks one would associate with witchcraft. All she needed to do was snap her fingers or twirl her index finger a little bit and enact a spell? And with how many spells could she initiate or unleash with such a trivial physical gesture. From Honoka’s perspective, it was certainly a lot to take in on such short notice.
‘Does this have anything to do with her growth spurts?’ thought Honoka. ‘Does her magic become more powerful the larger she becomes?’ The notion was as nerve-wracking as it was titillating.
“There’s no need to worry, Honoka-kun,” said Ayaka. “I’m pretty sure that I know what you’re thinking about, and you needn’t worry in the slightest over any of it, understand?” Before he could verbally respond to her declaration, Honoka once again found his head being gently palmed in Ayaka’s hands, her long and slender fingers encompassing his entire head as she brought him in for another passionate kiss, utilizing her tongue with such tenderness and professionalism all the while.
It appeared that more and more, Ayaka was becoming hungrier and thirstier for physical affection with Honoka. Pretty much every kiss she initiated with him was a French kiss, with each kissing session lasting longer and longer. She also made a habit of guiding his hands onto her bosoms as they kissed, taking control of his palms to run across the enormous swell of her breasts as they made out - and getting rather sensual moans from Ayaka as he did so (or as she made him do so, to be slightly more accurate)
‘She’s becoming bolder and hungrier the bigger she gets too, it seems’ thought Honoka during the makeout session. ‘Assuming she becomes larger over time, what does that mean for her appetite?’
“Just remember, Honoka-kun,” said Ayaka once she came up for air, “there is absolutely nothing wrong with you looking at them. In fact, I want you to look at them, and touch them…and do a lot more as well, understand?”
‘Oh boy,’ thought Honoka, ‘is she…turning into a…a…’ The young man was becoming rather flustered, too embarrassed to even conceptualize the word “nymphomaniac,” even if it was just in his head.
“Just felt the need to clear some things between us, that’s all, Honoka-kun,” said Ayaka as she leaned in for one last quick smooch on his lips before snapping her fingers again. A second later, the entire class came back to life with the teacher speaking up at the front of the classroom and the mild motions and mutterings from students here and there at their desks. Apparently, Ayaka had just undone her time-freezing spell.
‘She really is something,’ thought Honoka, marveling at both Ayaka’s magical power as well as how direct she was being in showing her affections to the young man.
The day was winding down, with students beginning to vacate the school grounds and return home. Of course, some stayed behind for after-school activities, whether that was sports-related, theater-related, or some kind of group project for one class or another. However, in the case of Honoka and Ayaka, the two were making their way towards the principal’s office, getting ready for their meeting with Tougetsu Academy’s principal/headmistress/chairwoman…
…also known as Ayaka’s mother, Kazane Kagari.
The workshop witch was certainly a force to be reckoned with in her own right, being one of the few witches in all of Tougetsu City who was Ayaka’s equal (if not superior) when it came to matters of magic and combat. After all, it was Kazane who trained Ayaka to be the powerhouse she was when it came to those two things. Like Ayaka, Kazane was also ravishingly beautiful, being around Ayaka’s former height (if not a few inches taller, perhaps 6’7’’ or so) and also having a substantially large chest as well (probably an F-cup if not a G-cup like Ayaka).
From what he learned in the time he had come to know Ayaka and her mother, Kazane is the head workshop witch of the coven she leads, which in this case encompassed Tougetsu City and the surrounding area. The amount of magical power she possessed was so strong that she could repair vast amounts of physical damage done within and throughout Tougetsu City. That was demonstrated during the whole “Weekend affair,” when the tower witch known as Weekend unleashed a series of bombings all throughout the city. While such destruction would have resulted in both widespread destruction and a body count in the hundreds (if not thousands), Kazane’s protective spell over literally all of Tougetsu city - powered by her vast reserves of magical power - managed to keep any and all civilians from being harmed at all. Of course, using such a large amount of mana to protect so many lives left Kazane drained of her power, but she had managed to recover and get back to full strength within less than twenty-four hours of the bombings.
To be blunt, Kazane Kagari was a VERY powerful witch.
Of course, Honoka was a bit nervous, wondering just how the principal of Tougetsu Academy was going to react when she saw her now 7’2’’ daughter. It was almost guaranteed that word got back to her, either from Mikage-sensei or one of the workshop witches enrolled at school. After all, Kazane was formerly taller than her daughter (if only by an inch or two). Now when they would next meet face-to-face, the statuesque head workshop witch would be dwarfed by her own daughter by a good six inches or more. Honoka could only hope that things wouldn’t get too serious between the mother and daughter, given how Kazane could really lay into Ayaka for causing too much mischief in one way or another and having to clean up after her.
Upon their arrival at the chairwoman’s office door, Honoka gently knocked upon it.
“Come in, you two,” came the voice of Kazane Kagari on the other side of the door, obviously knowing who it was that arrived.
As they passed through the doorway (Ayaka ducking underneath it, being 2 inches taller than the doorframe), Honoka was surprised to find out that it wasn’t just Kazane in her office, but others in it as well.
In the office was Kasumi Takamiya, the scrappy green-haired Rinon Otometachibana, Touko Hio, Mikage-sensei, Natsume Mikage (Mikage-sensei’s niece and a fellow workshop witch), the blue-haired, cat-eared Atori Kuramine (also a workshop witch), and Chronoire Scwharz VI (Kazane’s “frenemy,” being a tower witch as well as the school’s recently appointed vice-principal, oddly enough) along with her alligator-humanoid familiar. Seated alongside Kazane was her own doll-like familiar Ofuku, sitting on her own levitating cloud as she sat there with her face in “smiling mode” as it were.
All-in-all, it was a veritable “who’s who” among the magic users at Tougetsu Academy, many of them being rather distinctly powerful witches in their own regards.
“Take a seat, you two,” stated Kazane, currently seated at her own large desk. Honoka and Ayaka took a pair of seats that were offered to them in the center of the office. Most of the others were seated either at single chairs or on one of the sofas within the room. Fortunately, the office was rather spacious so things didn’t seem too crowded.
Expecting Kazane to be a mix of both surprised and a bit infuriated at Ayaka’s noticeable change in height, Honoka was somewhat bewildered to find that Kazane didn’t appear really all that troubled by the matter. Was it simply part of the chairwoman’s normally cool-headed and stoic demeanor when things got serious? After all, while Kazane was known to give Ayaka a firm talking-to in certain circumstances, she could keep her head when the situation was serious (as demonstrated during the Weekend incident).
Upon taking their seats, Honoka and Ayaka quietly waited among the gathered assembly, wondering who was going to speak up first among the group. A few seconds of awkward silence passed before Kazane took the floor.
“Takamiya-kun, Ayaka,” she said calmly but firmly, “you know why you’re here, correct?” Ayaka merely nodded while Honoka verbally replied.
“It has to do with Kagari-san, correct?”
“Indeed,” replied Kazane as she straightened herself out a bit. Honoka couldn’t help but feel that something seemed a bit…off, with the chairwoman as she spoke, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it at the moment.
“Ayaka,” continued Kazane, “I’m aware of the changes, you know. I wish you would have come forth with me over the matter, given that I was going to find out as soon as they happened. You know you can’t keep it from me, after all.”
“What is she talking about, Kagari-san?” asked Honoka to Ayaka. She simply turned to look down at the young man before placing a hand on his shoulder and replying.
“Call me ‘Ayaka-chan,’ even in public, Honoka-kun, understand?” she said calmly, before placing a smooch on the young man’s lips. That in turn got some rather flustered reactions out of some of the other witches watching the affectionate display (with Kasumi getting red in the face out of jealousy).
“And as for what she’s talking about, no need to worry on that end either, understand Darling?” said Ayaka in such a warm and calming tone.
“Darling?” asked several of the witches at Ayaka’s nickname to Honoka. Clearly, the girl was quite driven when it came to romantically pursuing the young man.
“Ayaka, if I could have your attention for a moment?” asked Kazane. Ayaka turned towards her mother to give the woman her undivided attention. For a moment, the two simply stared at one another in calm silence, which made Honoka feel anything other than calm ironically.
“Yes, Okaa-san?” asked Ayaka.
“Could you do me a favor and stand up for me, please?” aked Kazane, which got a smile from Chronoire as she watched the little back-and-forth play out between mother and daughter.
Deciding to not put things off any further at this point, Ayaka rose from her seat, rising higher and higher until she stood in all of her 7’2’’ glory…
…and was staring her mother right in the eye as she stood proud and tall.
That pretty much confirmed what Honoka was feeling in his gut at that moment. As Kazane crossed the threshold between her desk towards where Honoka and Ayaka were seated, he had a sneaking suspicion that the chairwoman appeared to be somewhat bigger than he remembered. Not wanting to say anything out of fear of upsetting her in some way, he simply kept his mouth shut, but once she stood before the pair of them, that suspicion in the pit of his stomach became greatly amplified.
There was no doubt about it.
Kazane Kagari was as tall as Ayaka, if perhaps an inch or two in height taller.
For a moment, the room went silent once more as everyone stared at the twin towers in the office, gazing and marveling at them in all of their beauty, splendor, and power. Their very size seemed to command everyone's attention, being as big and as tall as they were.
“So now, Ayaka,” stated Kazane, “are you starting to appreciate the consequences of what is happening?” Ayaka stood silent for a moment before speaking.
“You needn’t worry, Okaa-san,” she answered. “I have the situation under control.”
“Given these developments,” replied Kazane, gesturing to her own body and Ayaka’s, “I’m afraid I’d have to strongly disagree with that statement. You should have come to me the moment you felt the changes. Clearly, it means we need to reassess the seals. They’re obviously weakened at this point.”
“Seals?” thought Honoka aloud.
That had to mean that the five seals placed upon him to anchor Evermillion to his body and soul were coming undone. And if that was the case, then how long would it be before the seals were completely broken? And what would happen to Ayaka - and Kazane, for that matter - it that ended up happening?
Before anybody could get a word in edgewise, suddenly both Ayaka and Kagari started to tense up a bit, with their breathing picking up, given how much their chests were heaving.
“Great,” grunted Kazane, “another one? Already?”
“Madam Chairman?” asked Natsume in concern. “Are you alright? Do you need to sit down? Shall I fetch you a glass of water?”
“No, it’s alright,” replied Kazane as she raised a hand to stop the young woman. “Just a…a minor episode, that’s all.”
‘Episode?’ thought Honoka. He already had an inkling of what was to come, but didn’t want to assume outright.
By this point, both Ayaka and Kazane were perched on one knee in a hunched position, like that of a person being knighted or bestowed a title of ‘lord’ or ‘lady’ or kneeling in prayer. Their breathing picked up noticeably and from what could be observed, perspiration was beginning to form on their foreheads.
“A-Ayaka-chan?” asked Honoka in concern. “Are you alright?”
“Perfectly fine, Honoka-kun,” replied Ayaka. “There’s no need to worry, sweet as it is of you to do so.”
A few seconds later, something surreal happened.
It was as if both Ayaka and her mother began to inflate, becoming larger and larger over time. It was slow, but noticeable, with their entire frames steadily swelling up, their proportions staying in the same perfect and flawless form as always (though their bosoms appeared to swell perhaps just a smidgen bigger than before).
As they grew, minor tears began forming in their clothing. Ayaka’s skirt hiked up more and more along her luscious thighs. Her stockings began stretching and tearing noticeably. Her vest started to strain greatly, especially in the area around her bosom. The sleeves of her undershirt exposed more of her biceps. Her shoes started to give way from her growing feet.
As for Kazane, the business suit she wore was faring no better. The stitching along her pants began to give way as her legs filled them to such capacity as to appear painted onto her skin. Her suit top was showing great strain as well, with her arms stretching out through the sleeves, with minor pops being heard along the stitching. Tearing started to form along her shoulders, which like Ayaka’s had broadened more as she grew, giving her a look of power along with strong sexual appeal. Kazane’s heeled business shoes began to strain under both the chairwoman’s weight as well as her enlarging feet. Her dress shirt showed clear signs of strain, with the buttons being pulled very taught (like Ayaka’s own dress shirt), showing the swell of her own large bosom, just like Ayaka’s own amazing chest.
Overall, it was a phenomenal sight to watch these two towering powerhouses of witches grow to the point of nearly bursting out of their clothes. Everyone watching either stared in shocked silence or making small gasps as the two women enlarged before them all.
Once the growth spurt had settled down, both Ayaka’s and Kazane’s breathing settled down and they collected themselves. Looking at each other and then upon the group gathered in Kazane’s office, the two of them took a few deep breaths, removed their shoes (by this point comically too small to comfortably fit their feet), and stood upright once more…
…bumping their heads on the 8-foot-high ceiling as they did so.