Spell Research

She had begun her journey into the world of magic twenty-five years ago, two continents away. The Sorceress had never told anyone that her sole reason for adopting the magical arts had been for the express purpose of fulfilling her bizarre, private fantasies. She would have been laughed out of the college. Instead, she had pretended to be one of many dull, unimaginative students, learning cantrips and divinations that were so unexciting she could scarcely feign interest. When they'd taught her to conjure water, she'd almost lost control and gone for it. With every ounce of willpower she'd possessed, she held herself back from the brink of experimenting; she didn't know enough yet, she couldn't be sure of casting the spell internally in a safe fashion without more experience. The basic conjuring spells were not intended to be cast in such a way, she required a more finely targeted tool for her work. But the possibility nagged at her, just out of reach. She needed more knowledge before she ventured into uncharted territory to create the spell that no one else had ever considered.

She'd studied for years, honing her abilities and learning. Ultimately, she'd constructed a tower for herself, and taken on a few apprentices of her own to handle the gathering of spell components and upkeep of the tower. None of them ever suspected that late at night the mistress of the tower was up above in the highest room, pouring over the scrolls that comprised her great work. The writings detailed the same topics endlessly; magically enhancing the flexibility of a pliable surface, divinations to see inside the body, and theorems on targeting water conjuration with more accuracy. Tonight, she had succeeded in all her preliminary tests and decided that it was time.

The sorceress had sat at her desk, so excited that she was trembling as she focused and spoke the words of the spell. For a long moment, nothing seemed to happen. She wondered, crestfallen, where her calculations had gone wrong. Then, on the edge of awareness, the sorceress began to feel full. Knitting her brows and daring to hope, she shifted from side to side on her seat with one hand lightly brushing her waist. The sorceress gasped, air shuddering through her parted lips as the feeling rapidly transcended full and pressed onward to extremely full with no sign of slowing. Beneath her thin robe, her belly began to bulge, trim lines pressing outward into a rising swell. Her fingers quivered, greedily exploring her changing form. The woman squirmed in her chair, legs shifting and sliding spasmodically in the seat as she sought to reconcile the incredible pressure building in her belly. As her waist distended, her thrashings began to illicit gentle sloshing sounds inside her that were gradually rising in volume. The fluid waves inside her belly drew sharp cries of pleasure from her, increasing in intensity as her volume rose.

“O-oh god, it's w-working!” she moaned. She clawed at the arms of her chair and came up onto the edge of her seat, her legs drawing onto tip-toe. She felt the front of her massive belly pressing against the lip of her desk, the wood there pushing more firmly against the gigantic, sloshing dome of her waist as it inflated. As the liquid inside her mounted to absurd volumes, her garments strained against the sides of her enormous belly. In response to her belly's demand for increasing space, the deep v-shape of her robe's collar began to draw apart, exposing more of her abdomen's swollen flesh to the chill air of the study. As her belly swelled, her awareness of the world shrank, focused only on the feeling of incredible fullness building within her. She only dimly felt the faint sensation of the robes' stitches beginning to let go somewhere out over her equator. There was a deep pop as her groaning sash washed its hands of the entire matter and burst asunder in a rip of fabric. The violence of the sash popping sloshed her belly gigantically, wringing an aroused cry from her throat. She vaguely felt the underside of the quaking orb resting atop something, but she was mainly cognizant only of the indescribable pressure that was ceaselessly ballooning her. The sense of fullness rose without end, the maddening pressure having stretched her belly to such proportions that she felt bursting was only a hair's breadth away, yet somehow each moment continued to leave her fuller than the last. She grew, arching her back and swelling without end; her voice shrieked into a climactic cry as her belly filled and filled and stretched and...the expansion finally ceased. Dimly drawing back the haze of euphoric lust like a veil, she panted and gradually reined in her frantic cries.

The sorceress groaned languidly in fullness, rubbing her belly with both hands. The immense sphere lay atop the desk, heaving with her impassioned breathing; the wooden legs creaked in frustration at the enormous weight of her middle. The gentle kneading of her hands on her massive abdomen set up loud sloshing noises inside her. To her touch, her belly felt like a wineskin full to staggering dimensions. The sorceress' mind raced, contemplating how many dozens of gallons the magic had filled her with. She couldn't believe the spell had worked!

Her breathing gradually slowed, dropping to a faint huffing. The sorceress' hands walked slowly over her enormous belly, the woman almost in disbelief at her incredible size. Even as the first vestiges of acceptance of her new girth came to her mind, the thought was upon her: she could cast the spell on herself again and become even fuller. The sorceress almost pronounced the words right there, but was dimly aware that the desk would surely not bear her weight, and the chill of the study was not suitable to being bare. She wished to drag her enormous belly to her bed, to slide beneath the satin bedclothes and do nothing but balloon herself without inhibition until sunrise.

She lurched up from the desk, gathering her belly in her arms and gasping as her legs took the incredible weight of it. Her belly swept reams of sheepskin scrolls off her desk in a swirl as she tottered around it. She staggered towards the door, slumping against the wall and bracing herself against it with one hand to remain standing. Devoid of support, her gigantic belly swung freely under its own weight, sloshing improbably as her knees jostled it. Each ripple inside her sent shivers of delight up her spine. She had to get to her chambers before she lost control entirely and cast the spell on herself again! The woman yanked the door open and scanned the hallway for any prying eyes. Finding none, she squeezed through the door with considerable difficulty, and waddled sloshing down the hall to her bedchambers.

Exposed in all her enormity amid the stone hallway, her mind whirled with thoughts. Despite the delectable sensation of fullness straining her overly expanded belly, the Sorceress couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed about the awkward events that would surely take place on the morrow once her peers and apprentices saw what she had done to her belly. There was considerable risk of being known as the sorceress that had foolishly turned herself into a elven wineskin, bloated and full of liquid. She could mask her girth with illusion, but the more perceptive of them still might see her as she really was: gigantic, swollen beyond belief. And yet...truth be told, she decided on reflection that she had no inclination to hide it anyway. Let them look. Let them talk. What could they do to her now? This was what she'd always wanted most, and none of them could take it away from her. All shame and trepidation began to melt away as the sloshing sensations inside her bolstered her resolve with pleasure. She began to feel inordinately pleased about the notion that her belly would be the talk of the tower within a few hours.

She let out a sudden, rich chuckle as she struggled down the hall. A delicious thought had just hit her; if anyone did choose to mock her about her replete new figure, she'd just use the spell on them too. Maybe several times.