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 I expected my girlfriend to do something rash when I announced my intention to break up with her, but I didn't expect her to use magic to punish me. I told her the usual "It's not you, it's me" spiel but she obviously didn't take it well, so when she drew a wand from her drawer and pointed at me, I knew she wasn't messing about.

 The initial blast from the wand completely immobilized me, leaving me vulnerable for her to pull up her shirt and unclasp her bra, allowing her modest if small breasts to hang free. She stood atop her bed so I was chest level with her and pushed my face into them. My initial confusion was quickly replaced by fear as I began to fall into her torso.

 Soon my entire head was consumed by her ever-growing bust and my mind was left reeling from the alien feeling of not being in my head. Her tits gained cup size after cup size, resulting in more surface area which caused my body to be consumed even faster until we were both being blasted by pleasure. As my feet finally slipped into her generous cleavage, I came to realize the true danger I was now in.

 "Can't leave me if you don't have a body," she giggled while fondling her newly engorged bosoms. I tried to move but all that achieved was a jiggle leaving me a bit more aroused than I'd have expected.

 Maybe this wasn't so bad after all? No, what am I talking about! I was just forcibly turned into nothing but fat on the chest of my owner's chest! That was kidnapping if not murder! I needed to get out of here, I could hardly think with her groping me! But that's what I'm meant to do right? NO! I'M NOT BREASTS! But I am though, that's what I've always been. I'm supposed to look good for master, why do I even need to think? I just breast, I not think. I... look... good... for... owner...

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