Savoia had recently moved to Tolboro, a small North American college town where she was attending university. Wanting to save as much money as she could she opted out of staying at the college's dorms and instead signed a lease to rent a room in an old chateau just on the outskirts of the town. It turned out that the owner of the old chateau, her one and only roommate, was a magician in his early thirties named Cedar. Of course Savoia didn't know that at the time when she had signed the lease as he only made it apparent shortly after she moved in.

A few days after she moved in he showed his true colors as he cast various spells, curses, and hexes on her. They weren't anything malicious, instead she discovered that not only was Cedar capable of magic but he was also an unapologetic pervert. He put curses on her which caused her ass to inflate and fill up whatever seat she sat on, a spell that made her breasts grow out of any top she had on, and even a hex that caused her butt to swell up to the bass of music. Of course she complained about it but before she could threaten to break the lease Cedar oh so kindly reminded her that she signed the lease. With a flick of his wrist and a POOF of magic he summoned the lease and showed her the clause which stated that in exchange for the reduced price on rent that he could freely use his magic on her as long as it didn't result in any harm to her. She should’ve known that the cheap price was too good to be true but with the lease already signed she had no choice but to wait it out for the 12 months she signed up for.

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BOING BOING BOING BOING Savoia walked through her university’s campus, her nostrils flaring subtly as her lips pressed into a thin line. She should’ve known Cedar’s passive remark yesterday about being bored would have led to this. She narrowed her eyes as she walked with a purpose, avoiding all eye contact with her fellow college-goers around her as tits audibly flapped about within her hoodie. This combination of uncontrollably bouncy breasts and making them make cartoonish wobbling noises with any and all movement seemed to be a favorite of his. “I’m gonna kill that pervert when I get home.” She muttered under her breath. Luckily for her she didn’t have any classes that required her to be active and move about a whole bunch, a small blessing of pursuing a software engineering degree afforded her.

She saw heads turn and felt eyes centered on her as she made her way inside the building where her first class of the day was: English. She was one of the first people to slip into the class which allowed her to pick from the many still vacant seats in the small lecture hall. She walked down the hall of seats located at the very back of the room and settled on a spot that was nestled near the back corner so she could be out of sight and out of mind. She got her folder, a pen, and a copy of ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’ out of her canvas bag before placing them down on the desk. She sat down in the chair, making sure to fish her tail through the gap between the seat and back rest, before storing her canvas bag between her legs underneath the desk. It didn’t take long for the rest of her peers to steadily fill the empty seats in the lecture hall and for the class to finally begin.

“Morning class.” The young English Professor greeted the class as he walked down the lecture halls steps and to the front of the classroom. “I hope you all did your required reading over the weekend because we still have a ways to go.” He was met with a choir of uncommitted affirmations from his students which he had come to expect at this point. He placed his morning coffee and the pile of folders and loose sheets of paper down on his desk before turning to face his class. After clearing his throat he began to speak with a quirky yet endearing authority. “We’re going to start with some popcorn reading to catch us up with where we should be! So open your books to Chapter 50 and we’ll begin.”

Savoia opened up her copy of The Count of Monte Cristo to the table of contents and skimmed through the chapters until- “Page 478…” She whispered aloud to herself as she began flipping the pages to chapter 50.

The Professor scanned the class, waiting patiently until he was sure a majority of his students had found their way to the right page. “Okay,” he began, “in case any of you forgot I will remind you how we do popcorn reading in this class. I’ll shout out ‘Change’ followed by the number of a desk which means the person currently reading can cease and the person sitting at the called out seat will pick up from there. Now…” He paused as he scanned the room, eventually stopping as he pointed at a lamia guy who had been dozing off. “You! Why don’t you start us off?”

The lamia guy jumped in his seat as he was pulled back to the present. “Huh? What?” He looked around confused before someone sitting next to him leaned over and caught him up to speed. “Oh! Yeah. Sure.” He cleared his throat and began to read. “It will be recollected that the new, or rather old, acquaintances of the-” Savoia followed along, reading silently to herself as the current reader read at a slightly slower pace than what she was comfortable with. “-whatever they were, the faithful Nubian walked on tiptoe toward the door, lest its faintest sound should dissipate his master’s happy reverie.”

“Change!” The professor shouted as the lamia boy reached the end of the paragraph. “Number 45!”

There was a brief pause before a girl towards the center of the class picked up where the lamia left off. “It was the hour of noon and Monte Cristo had set apart one hour to be passed-” She was much quieter than the reader before her but her cadence showed she was confident in her overall ability to read. Though a bit shaky she spoke in a natural sense unlike the more monotone and ‘robotic’ manner the lamia guy had read in. “-who had received most peremptory instructions from Monte Cristo to treat Haydée with all the respect and deference they would observe to a queen.”

“Change!” The professor shouted again. “Number 91!”

Savoia glanced up from the book to check what desk number she was sitting at to see a small metal plaque with the number 91. She was hoping she wouldn’t be called upon today but there was nothing she could do about it. She fixed her posture as she sat up straight and prepared to read where the other girl had left off. “The fair Greek herself generally passed her time-” As Savoia read she noticed that the paragraph she had gotten was nearly twice as long as the first two, just her luck! She continued on, reading aloud the author’s canvas of literature which described Haydée’s boudoir. The author then lamented about the soft, cushioned, and ornate seat she found herself reclining on before describing the manner in which she lounged. “- her head supported by one of her exquisitely molded arms, rested on the divan immediately behind her-” Savoia cringed as the word exquisitely left her lips. This was another one of Cedar’s favorite curses, the one where she’d read certain things in a… seductive manner. “- permitted not the perfume vapor to ascend until fully impregnated with the rich odors of the most delicious flowers.”

By now Savoia was getting quite a few stares directed at her as she continued to make her way down the lengthy paragraph. “Her dress, which was that of the woman of Epirus, consisted of a pair of white satin trousers, embroidered with pink roses, displaying feet so exquisitely formed and so delicately fair, that they might well have been taken for Parian marble-” Savoia was thoroughly embarrassed at reading about some woman’s feet in such a lewd manner but the sentence describing her clothes just seemed to never end! “She also wore a species of bodice, which, closing only from the center to the waist, exhibited the whole of the ivory throat and upper part of the bosom; three-”

“Okay!” Professor Willow exclaimed with a clap of his hands. “Thank you for that… interesting take on that passage Ms. Savoia. Let’s have number 14 read from there.”

Savoia slunk down in her spot, wanting to simply disappear. She picked up her book and held it in front of her face, but she wasn’t reading it. No, she was hiding her face behind it, shielding herself from the side eyes and judgey stares thrown her way. She couldn’t bring herself to follow along as her mind raced in a panic at what her peers would think of her. In her dissociative state time passed rather quickly as the class finally came to an end.

The moment her professor let the class go Savoia stood up from her seat, hastily scooped her belongings into her canvas bag, and slung it over her shoulder as she sped walked her way to the exit. She could feel people's gaze on her as people looked her way and murmured to themselves about how weird she was. She just wanted to get out of there and head to her next class but before she could reach the door the Professor called out to her.

“Savoia? Excuse me, lady in the purple hoodie?” The professor waved her down from the front of the lecture hall. “I need to speak with you for a moment. Come down to my desk please.”

Savoia closed her eyes as she steeled herself for whatever was to come before turning around and making her way to the professor's desk. Each step down the shallow stairs caused her breasts to leap within her hoodie, drawing even more attention from her peers who were walking in the opposite direction of her. Once at the bottom of the lecture hall she reluctantly walked over to the professor's desk, standing on the opposite side from him as he waited for the class to clear out.

Once the lecture hall was empty, apart from him and his foxgirl student, he placed his highlighter down and gave Savoia his full attention. “Do you know why I asked you to see me?”

“I have a feeling I do…” Her ears flattened and pulled themselves back as she prepared to be scolded.

Her professor gave her a quizzical look as he formulated how he wanted to respond to her. They lingered on that awkward silence for a few seconds too long before he finally spoke up. “Your behavior was rather distracting for the rest of the class. And you know I’m rather lenient with all of you, at least I like to think I am, but I can't have you or anyone else draw people's attention away from the lectures.” He looked the nervous girl over as her tail flicked behind her before sighing and continuing. “You’ve been good all semester so far so I have to ask, what made you think that was okay?”

Savoia internally panicked as she tried to come up with an excuse- No, any excuse as to why she ‘decided’ to read aloud to the class in such a seductive manner. “Well I- You see Mr. Willow…” she paused to collect herself, “I thought because Monte Cristo was clearly infatuated with Haydée that it would add a bit of flair to what I was reading.” Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as Mr. Willow blankly stared at her. This unintended suspense of if he would buy her lie only emboldened the anxiety building up inside of her until-

Mr. Willow finally broke the silence as he let out a hearty laugh. “You do know we offer theatre and performance classes here if you're interested in those.” He wiped a single tear away from his eye as he continued to speak. “You're free to go Savoia, just please don't do that again. We're here to study and examine classic literature, not put on a performance.”

“I understand sir. It won't happen again.” She turned and calmly made her way out of the classroom. Once she had passed through the doorway and was out of Mr. Willow's line of sight she broke out in a sprint as she ran down the hallways and onto the campus grounds. BA-BOING BOING BOING BOI- She wrapped her left arm around her chest to hold her bouncing breasts still which only served to muffle their symphony of spring-like noises. She approached the Computer Sciences Building and using her one free hand swung the door to the building open as she dashed inside. She knew she was already going to be late to her next class, she just hoped humiliating herself by running across the campus (flopping breasts or not) was worth it. She skidded to a stop in front of the open door to room C24, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. Her sudden intrusion to the class that had already begun a few minutes ago was met by everyone, including the woman teaching the class, staring at her.

You’re fortunate Ms. Savoia,” Her Intro to Programming Professor lowered the clipboard she was holding down to her chest level. “I was just about to take attendance. Please have a seat.”

“Thank you ma’am.” Savoia nodded, huffing as she came down from the adrenaline coursing through her. She walked past Mrs. Burbank, flashing her a quick smile of appreciation as she made her way to and sat down at the first available computer.

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The fireplace crackled, its warm glow illuminating the study with a flickering light. Cedar sat slumped over in his wingback chair, his back nearly parallel with the red cashmere cushion as he sipped away at his room temperature coffee. The day was still young yet he felt heavy with boredom and apathy as his calendar was empty for today. He let out a long, heavy sigh before taking another sip of his once warm beverage. He’d kill to have something to appease his wandering mind until his roommate came home. His selfish woes were interrupted however as his crystal ball began to ring. **RING RING RING RING **

Cedar waved his hand vaguely through the air at the crystal ball, which rested atop an ornate coffee table on a small throw pillow. Purple runes manifested beneath the orbs' surface then translated themselves to English which Cedar read aloud to himself. “Antics level low?” He waved his hand over the orb once again causing the text to wisp away as a view of Savoia’s programming class came into view. Her and the rest of the students sat at their computers as their professor finished up taking attendance and began what she had planned for the class today.

“Okay,” Mrs. Burbank's compressed voice rang out from his crystal ball, “it has come to my attention that some of you are having difficulties grasping object-oriented programming so I’m going to give you all something small to work on today so I can walk around and help those who need it.” She began pacing the class, her voice filling the small computer lab to a comfortable degree. “I want you all to code an object class, your choice on the specifics, and add a minimum of three functions for it to call and execute.” Her gait paused as she reached the front of the classroom and turned to face the class in its entirety. “And please don’t be afraid to ask me for help.”

“Ah, I see…” Cedar mumbled to himself as he sat up straight in his seat. He knew exactly why his failsafe alarm had notified him. He had loaded Savoia up with a wide variety of curses this morning before she ran out to attend her classes and this particular class didn’t really seem to be playing into any of them except… He waved his hand causing the image on the crystal ball to shift its focus onto his pink-haired roommate, each slight adjustment caused the faintest of wobbles and boings to emanate from her above-average sized chest, but she seemed too keen of those curses by now. However, Cedar lowered the view of the orb a bit more so that Savoia’s lower half was clearly in view and zoomed in. Slowly but surely he watched her hips and rear spread across the plastic of her desk’s chair, it was so slow in fact that if you didn’t know that it was happening it would be unnoticeable by watching her for just a few minutes. But that wasn’t what Cedar should be focused on!

He clenched his fingers together then spread them apart, causing the crystal ball's view to encapsulate the entire computer lab. Though they hadn’t been roommates for very long, the two of them had chatted enough that he knew she was rather adept at programming already but had to take this class for a required credit. This meant she would be spending the entire period keeping to herself and finishing her assignment early and that’s not what he had in plan for how her day would go. He lifted his hand into the air and snapped his fingers causing an ethereal red hand to manifest near him. It fluttered over one of the top shelves of a bookshelf on the other side of the room, ran its pointer finger along the spines as if it was looking for a specific book and stopped abruptly over one with a garish yellow spine. “Bring that here please.” The arcane hand grabbed the book and carried it over to Cedar, plopping it down gently on his lap before poofing away in a cloud of glittering smoke. Cedar picked up the book titled, “Weaving the Arcane and Technology for Dummies”, and began skimming through its pages. “I was never good with this…” He muttered to himself before abruptly raising his voice. “Ah-hah! I think this should do it!”

His voice lowered several octaves as his eyes began to glow. The fire ablaze in the fireplace wildly flickered as he chanted his spell, layering echoes of past verse over one another until it was nearly incomprehensible gibberish. And just as suddenly as the chaos had started, it abruptly ended as Cedar placed the book cover down on an end table next to him, leaned back in his chair, and watched the crystal ball. Assuming he correctly cast the curse it should cause any executed functions that the professor is helping another student with to be mimicked onto Savoia in one way or another.

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Savoia leaned hunched over her keyboard, the glow of the screen illuminating her face as she typed. Each miniscule shift of her arms as she typed caused her breasts within her hoodie to wobble and shake, much like the delicious flan they served at her work. But she tried her best to ignore it, no one else was currently paying her any mind as much like herself her peers made work on their in class assignment.

Across the room Mrs. Burbank leans over a student's computer, assisting them with the shoddy attempt at coding. “Explain to me what you have here.”

“Uh…” The student sputtered out, “sure thing!” He begins scrolling through his code and swapping between tabs as he explains it to her. “I uh, was inspired by a game called Stardew Valley so I uh… chose to make my object a cow.” He frantically clicks off the object tab and swirls his mouse around what he has written of his functions thus far. “I made these two functions, a ‘produce milk’ one and a ‘milk’ function but when I went to test it out…” He went back to his main code, ran it, and began clicking the key he had set to run the produce milk function. He repeatedly clicked the key a few times for good measure. “And it’s not increasing the object's milk value at all.”

Savoia, still focused on her own work, suddenly feels a fullness bloom in her chest and an aching pressure build behind her nipples. Each failed activation of her peers ‘produce milk’ function unknowingly filled her tits with more and more milk, sending an insistent, tingling warmth throughout her bosom which caused her to squirm in her seat. Her forearm bumped against her right boob as she readjusted in her chair causing it to audibly Wobble. But that wasn’t the only noise she had heard it make, she was unfortunately used to having her breasts wobble and boing so the added cartoonish Sloshing it made her ears perk up at full attention.

“Let me see your main code again…” Mrs. Burbank half-mumbled, half-spoke as she leaned forward and took the mouse from her student. She awkwardly moved the pointer over to the tab which loaded up the object class and quickly found the issue. “You have it summon an undefined cow object but all of the functions affect cow 1.”

“I don’t see why that’s-”

“Lists and arrays start at 0,” Mrs. Burbank interrupted him, “so these function calls need to call back to the correct cow in that list.”

“Oh! I think I understand!” He swapped out the numbers for which object he was referencing to, quick and dirty, then ran his code again. He clicked the key to make the cow (and Savoia) produce milk and was happy to see its milk value increase. “Thank you Mrs. Burbank. I was wondering why I couldn’t get it to work.”

“Don’t mention it.” The professor stood up straight and simply stood behind the young man. “That should have also fixed your milk function if you want to give it a try.”

As he pressed the key he had assigned to that function Savoia, all the way on the other side of the computer lab, was startled by the sudden release of some of that built up pressure in her teats. A warm, pleasant sensation arose at the tip of her breasts, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine and up her neck. The basic black bra she was wearing, hidden beneath her hoodie and t-shirt grew damp as fresh, warm milk soaked into its fabric. Its natural heat didn’t take long to dissipate as it left a cold, wet spot in the cup of her bra that caused it to cling to chest. The sudden release of pressure and flood of unfamiliar, pleasant sensations caused her to pull her arms close to her body, inadvertently sending her tits into a short-lived frenzy. Wobble Slosh Wobble. “Am I fucking lactating?!” Her voice came out as a shrill whisper, meant for herself but the girl she was seat neighbors with gave her a funny look as she had half-heard what Savoia had muttered to herself. “Sorry about that…” Savoia meekly apologized before going back to work on her assignment, trying to ignore the still present pressure of milk in her tits.

The next hour was a special kind of torment for Savoia. Mrs. Burbank circled the room, helping whatever student of hers needed help with something yet dooming Savoia to further humiliation. The next student the professor helped was a girl just a few seats away from Savoia so she managed to overhear what they were discussing and piece together what cruel curse Cedar had set up for her in this class. The girl couldn’t get her ‘jump’ function to work and after her and Mrs. Burbank fixed her code they tested.

Sequoia’s legs tensed up and she gave a short, involuntary hop within her hard, plastic chair. The resulting Thump of her landing was punctuated by a loud, comical BOIN-WOBBLE-SLOSH from her chest. The guy to her right glanced over at her and pushed his glasses up his nose as he gave her a bewildered stare. “Sorry…” Savoia offered him a tight, embarrassed smile as she pretended like she was just stretching but the guy just shook his head and turned his attention back to his work. Savoia tries to recompose herself but her desperate attempt to stay statuesque was shattered as Mrs. Burbank stopped at the workstation directly in front of hers.

“Good, you’ve got a nice basis for your object class,” Mrs. Burbank says as she leans over to point at the screen. “Now just add one of your functions to it and add a trigger so we can test it. Like your ‘wag tail’ function.”

Shortly after Mrs. Burbank spoke those words Savoia felt a peculiar prickle at the base of her spine, right where her tail began. She clamps down, trying to fight what was coming, but it was no use. Her butt begins to sway from side to side in a slow, rhythmic, and utterly mortifying wag. The motion sends a series of jiggles cascading up her back and directly to her overburdened chest which responds with a soft symphony of muffled SLOSHes and BOINGs. This time both of her seat neighbors turn and stare at her. The guy to her right turns his head back towards Savoia. His eyes wide with disbelief as they chase after her wiggling butt and wagging tail. On the other hand the girl to her left gave up on pretending to not notice as she stared, her mouth slightly agape. Savoia could feel her face burn with an intense heat but she had no control over her own tail anymore.

“Excellent!” Mrs. Burbank showered her student with pride, completely unaware of what was happening on the other side of the row of desks. “Now, if you want it to be a bit more realistic you could make this function trigger anytime the character’s happiness is above a certain value. Like this…” Mrs. Burbank slid the keyboard to be in front of herself and as she typed away some code she explained everything she was doing to the student she was currently helping. “And now that function is tied to the object's happiness value. Give the code a go and mess around with the happiness value.”

Just as suddenly as it began Savoia’s tail stopped wagging but she knew better than to be happy about it. From what she overheard and from what little she parsed of this bizarre curse she knew that for the rest of the day she’d be wagging her tail like an idiot at any expression of joy. But luckily for her Mrs. Burbank didn’t have time to help anyone else out before the class ended as she announced to the class to finish up what they were working on and to drop it into the classes dropbox so she could grade them later. Savoia, as quickly as she could muster, dropped her assignment into the dropbox and grabbed her shoulder bag. Hastily, she pushed her chair back, the sudden sharp movement making her breasts perform a final grand finale of wobbling and sloshing as she stands up and is the first to leave the class.

She created as much distance as she could from the classroom, not bothering to attempt to prevent her breasts from drawing attention as she sprinted until she fully left the building. In her flustered state she almost forgot what her schedule for the day looked like but as she passed the campus cafeteria and the scent of freshly cooked food wafted past her nostrils it came back to her. She had a few hours to kill until her last class of the day and she normally ate lunch with her two friends she had made in the D&D club.

She entered the cafeteria, her stark pink hair stood out even in the diverse crowd of humans, anthros, monster folk, and other kemonomimis. It was chaotic and bustling but it provided a welcome distraction from the shame that clung to her and allowed her to visit the many different sections without being the center of attention. She ended up grabbing a salad, and a grilled chicken sandwich. But as she made her way to pay for her food her eyes spotted a delectable treat in the desert section. Now normally she’d refrain from eating a ton of junk food, especially as her job provided more than enough of her fair share of sweets, but today she needed this. The constant humiliation made for a rough day so she picked up the strawberry cheesecake slice that had been calling to her as she walked by it.

After paying she made her way to her and her friends' normal meeting spot. With her hands full with her tray of food her breasts wobbled and bounced without impediment, threatening to fling themselves up in just the right way to knock the tray out of her hands so she had to walk slowly and intently. She spotted her friends, Mia and Toby, already sitting down and digging into their lunches at the metal table underneath a large oak tree. Savoia bounded over, noting that her tail swished and flicked behind her as she approached her friends but not enough to look too suspicious.

Mia, Savoia’s human latina friend was the first to notice her approaching as she looked up and allied out, “Hey, Savoia! Rough day today?” She noticed Savoia’s tense demeanor.

Despite Savoia’s joy at being able to just chill with some friends she did feel a bit on edge, but understandably so. She gave Mia a soft smile as she sat down at the table, the movement causing another soft slosh to ring out and make her cringe internally. The three of them chatted, catching up with one another and chatting about things like video games or their D&D game. And whenever the ‘talking stick’ was with someone else the rest of them would work away at their food. Savoia had started with her salad, grabbing a hearty helping of greens and other salad toppings. She crunched into a cucumber slice with an exasperated sigh, resulting in a brief side-eye from Toby. Her next bite was a mix of salad greens and a plump cherry tomato, the latter being the star of the show. She rolled it around in her mouth with her tongue, occasionally letting it poke free from her lips as she chewed the rest of her bite. Once fully chewed she slurped the cherry tomato back into her mouth, crushing it once between her teeth before swallowing. Mia and Toby had halted their conversation, both simply watching Savoia with confused looks on their faces as she continued to eat.

Savoia finished up the salad, using each topping as a prop for her mouthplay as she ate. Next she moved onto her grilled chicken sandwich, aware of the mannerisms in which she was eating but how the hell would a curse make a food item this unsexy seductive? Savoia takes a large, deliberate bite, even making an effort to chew with her mouth closed in a vain attempt to appear normal to her friends. But as she maintains eye contact with her worried friends a soft plop of mayonnaise leaks out the back side of the sandwich and onto her thumb. Instead of grabbing a napkin and wiping her thumb clean Savoia’s first instinct thanks to this curse was to pull her hand away from the sandwich and bring her thumb up to her mouth so she could clean it with a slow lick of her tongue.

Toby was the first to break the silence. “Everything okay, Savoia? You’re eating with quite a lot of… passion?”

Savoia forces a laugh, hoping it draws attention from her embarrassingly flushed cheeks. “Passion?! Toby, it’s just cafeteria food!” The tension in the air is thick and Savoia felt like she was suffocating from it. “I’m just starving is all. I woke up late and didn’t have time for breakfast today.” She takes another bit of her sandwich, this time careful not to have any more spillage.

Lastly was her strawberry cheesecake and she already knew what she was in store for. Starting with the strawberry she plucked it off the top of her cheesecake, lapped the spare whipped cream that came along with it with her tongue, then finally wrapped her lips around the berry before plucking the stem clean off. The rest of her dessert was more of the same as each bite was as sensual as she could make it. The way she slid her fork through its delicate, creamy body to how she brought it up to her mouth and wrapped her lips around it. As she chewed the curse made sure she would lick clean whatever remnants she had left on her lips and when done she’d swallow with an exaggerated sigh. And after her last bite she couldn’t help but swipe her finger along the plastic container, scooping up the whipped cream which hadn’t made it to her mouth and placing it in her mouth for her to suckle.

Mia leaned forward, eyes intent on Savoia as her tongue danced around her index finger. “Starving huh?” Her voice was a playful tease. “Looked more like you were on a date with that cheesecake.”

At this point Toby was simply looking away, rubbing the back of his neck while he tried and failed to hide his blushing cheeks.

“I was just looking forward to my treat…” Savoia mumbled as she too averted her eyes from the group. Her soft retort did little to convince her friends as the tension in the air was still rather thick.

“Welp,” Mia pushed up from the table and slapped her hands against her thighs. She then stands up and flings her bookbag over her shoulders. “I gotta head on over to my history of the arts class.”

Savoia feels an overwhelming, irrational impulse as Mia turns to leave for her class.Before she can stop herself she finds herself on her feet and pulling Mia into a tight hug. “Bye Mia! See you later!” Savoia awkwardly chirps, her friendly demeanor not a farce but the awkwardly tight hug definitely was. She pressed her entire body into her friend, burying her face into the crook of Mia’s neck and nuzzling her shoulder for a moment longer than what was strictly necessary. Mia stiffens more than she already was as she felt a sudden warm wetness start to dampen her shirt. The tight hug which compressed her pink haired, tail wagging fox friend had forced some of her milk out soaking not only her own bra and shirt but also that of her friends.

“Thanks…” Mia awkwardly and hesitantly pats Savoia on the head before Savoia loosens her grip and releases the hug. Savoia’s face was a bright red as she stood in front of Mia, tail wagging furiously and two noticeable wet patches at the tip of both breasts. But the compulsion was satisfied so they said their last goodbyes before Mia shuffled off.

Toby, who had witnessed the entire display of ‘platonic’ affection, seemed hesitant to speak. “So… the library?” His tone was cautious, unsure if him trying to simply move on from this whole ordeal was a good idea or not.

“Yeah… study session.” Savoia mumbles as she grabs her bag. “I’ve got a huge paper to research.”

“Cool, mind if I tag along? I just wanna chill, maybe read a graphic novel or something.” Toby suggests, clearly wanting to escape the awkwardness of the courtyard just as much as Savoia.

Savoia nodded and the two of them were off to the library. Wanting a quiet sanctuary to bury herself in her work they head towards a secluded corner as away from as many people as they could manage. She plops down, sending her breasts into another audible fit before pulling her laptop from her bag and getting to work. Meanwhile Toby finds a graphic novel from one of the bookshelves and sits down next to Savoia. The library, usually a silent comfort, has become a minefield of auditory humiliation for Savoia. In the profound quiet, the soft wobble and faint slosh of her chest was amplified.

As Savoia works on her paper Toby places his book down on the table and slumps in his seat. “Man, this quiet is making me sleepy,” he whispers, covering his mouth as a yawn overtakes him. “I could totally use a nap right about now.”

The words are a trigger for Savoia. An intense, undeniable compulsion wells up inside of her as she disregards her own personal space or dignity.”You could- you could use my lap? Or my thighs if you want.”

Toby’s eyes widened in surprise at Savoia’s earnest offer. “Really? That’s… actually amazing. You’re the best, Savoia!”

Before Savoia can correct herself Toby has already lowered himself onto her lap and made himself comfortable. The weight of his head is warm and solid, the resulting emotions of this complicated situation floods her cheeks. She sits frozen, both from shock but also because she doesn’t want to disturb her friend. And that’s when she notices it. Savoia tries to subtly shift her position on the hard wooden bench to get more comfortable but something feels off. She craned her neck as she looked behind her and saw that her already respectable ass was noticeably larger and was slowly but surely getting bigger. “Ugh…” Savoia groaned. “I’m gonna kill Cedar when I get home.”

Her entire study session felt like a tightrope as she juggled multiple curses all at once. Any slight movement caused her tits to faintly wobble, slosh, and jiggle which the near silence of the library amplified enough to where multiple people around her stared angrily at her. Toby, fully asleep at this point, slept peacefully on her thighs, somehow not bothered by her noisy boobs. And worst of all was just how aware she was of her growing rear. Each moment it slowly expanded she could feel the fabric of her jeans growing ever so tighter. Her panties wedged themselves uncomfortably between her ass cheeks and she had no clue on what this particular curse's trigger was.

The sharp, trilling chime of her phone’s alarm startles her while also shattering the silence of the library. Quite a few students shot Savoia venomous glares as she fumbled to silence the alarm. She could feel her heart pounding and as she frantically moved to grab her phone from her pocket caused her breasts to WA-WOOSH WOBBLE WOBBLE SLOSH And she wasn’t the only one startled by this as Toby shot up from his restful slumber causing his face to collide with the underside of Savoia's boobs. The sudden pressure onto her breasts caused a small stream of milk to eject from her nipples and pierce through the already damp cloth of her bra and shirt, leaving a trail of milk droplets and small puddles all over the table. “Fuck! I’m so sorry!” Savoia shouted, both at the people staring at her and at her poor friend who was confused as to what was going on. The silence was already long disturbed so her sudden outcry wasn’t really anything to worry about. She reached under her breasts, placed her hand on the top of Toby’s head and helped him escape the prison of bosom he found himself trapped in. “Damnit.” With Toby free and her alarm turned off she leaned forward and used the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe away her mess of milk.

“Ugh…” Toby groaned as he rubbed his eyes. “How long was I out?”

“Long enough for the alarm I forgot to silence to go off.” Savoia talked in a rush as she stood up and collected her things. “I gotta head off to my robotics class so sorry about needing to dash. And I hope your nap was good.” Savoia didn’t wait for Toby to answer, mainly because she didn’t want to deal with the embarrassment of this whole ordeal but also because she didn’t want to be late for yet another class today. “I’ll see you at D&D club later!”

Her walk to her robotics class was the same as the rest of her walks. Face red as could ever be, breasts a jiggling cacophony of cartoonish noises, and her top damp from breast milk. The only real difference she noticed this time was the added weight of her butt but it at least seemed to have stopped growing for now.

She entered into her robotics class to the sound of 3D printers buzzing, metal clanking against metal, and the nearly always present argument of two people disagreeing with how something should be done. She makes her way over to an empty workbench and sits down on a stool. Her expanded rear makes it feel uncomfortably small and precarious but she’s focused on something else. As soon as her ass made contact with her seat the faint sensation of it growing resurfaced. “No wonder it’s so big.” She rolled her eyes as she muttered to herself. She didn’t have the time nor energy to worry about it, not when their class's robot for the upcoming competition was so far from being done.

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In his study Cedar yawns, swirling the wine in his glass before taking a long sip of the bitter liquid. A sound he had not heard for hours chimed out from his crystal ball. “Low antics,” he grumbled to the empty room. He wordlessly peered into his crystal orb, his eyes narrowing to see Savoia sitting by her lonesome in a chaotic half-workshop half-classroom. “Is this… a robot building class?!” He exclaimed before grumbling again. “God, I hate how prevalent technology is today.”

With his free hand he reached over and grabbed the Weaving the Arcane and Technology for Dummies from where it was placed earlier. “Let's see…” He brushed his way through the many pages, looking for any easy solution to his problem. He took another sip from his wine just as he reached a page that he thought might be applicable. “That might just work!” he flourishes his fingers, not to weave a new curse but to modify his one from earlier. From this moment onwards any controller within an unspecified range of Savoia will have its inputs mapped directly onto her body. “This should be fun to watch.”

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Just as Savoia got reacquainted with the code she was working on the project lead, a serious upperclassman named Ben, approached her. “Savoia, how's the camera detection code coming along?”

“Hmm?” Savoia turned her neck so she was facing somewhat towards Ben. “It’s coming along. Just gotta work out some bugs and it should be good to go.” Ben leans down to get a better look at her laptop’s screen so she decides to stand up and move out of his way.

“I see…” He mumbled under his breath before standing back upright and turning to face Savoia as he spoke to her. “Do you think you’ll have this done by the end of today? Some of the younger members aren’t quite up to snuff and I’d appreciate it if you could give them a hand.”

It’s at the exact moment Savoia opens her mouth to answer Ben that, across the room, a freshman is testing the robot's wheel controls and presses forward on the joystick.Savoia’s legs lock as she takes three stuff, sudden steps forward directly into Ben. The collision is soft yet definitive as her large, wobbly breasts cushion the impact against his firm chest with a BOING-SLOSH.

Ben stumbles back, his eyes wide with utter confusion. “Whoa! You okay?” He asks.

Before Savoia can answer, the freshmen begins to flick the joystick left and right. Her body responds by taking a few shuffling steps to the left followed by a few more steps to the right. “I’m fine!” She blurts out, trying to project an air of nonchalant grace as her body is puppeteered by an unseen force. “Just… stretching my legs. They’re cramped from sitting all day.” She nervously laughs.

Ben’s expression is one of pure, unadulterated bewilderment. He opens his mouth to say something but is cut off as the robot’s pilot pushes the joystick forward once again causing Savoia to jerk forward once more. She takes a couple forced steps towards Ben but this time she stops just short of colliding with him again. As her feet plant themselves firmly on the ground her hoodie gives out a pathetic little wobble as the breasts contained within it come to a delayed stop.

“I’m totally fine!” Savoia lied. Just a bit… antsy.” She flashes Ben a smile that comes off as more of a grimace. Praying that he’ll just accept her flimsy excuse and go back to talking about the code.

Ben, bless his socially awkward heart, blankly blinks at the odd, pink fox girl and decides to move on. “Right… Uh, just make sure you have it finished by the end of the class. I’d like to test it at the end of the period.”

She nods at Ben, trying to look like she’s in control, but her attempt to reach for the keyboard is thwarted as the controller's stick is flicked again. Her legs pivot, as she begins a stiff, unnaturally smooth walk away from the workbench. "Just… getting this pent up energy out of my system!!" She calls out over her shoulder as she loops around the room. Every step is a fresh wave of jiggling and sloshing, her hoodie providing a running commentary of BOING-WOBBLE-JIGGLE that seems to draw every eye in the otherwise busy workshop. Her forced journey brings her past a cluster of girls soldering some circuit boards. One of them, a girl with a punk aesthetic, nudges her friend and smirks, directing her attention towards Savoia.

Savoia tries to regain some semblance of dignity as she pretends to examine some prototype arms for their robot. But the controller-user decides to test the rotation, spinning the stick in a full circle. She’s forced to do the same, a slow, pirouette of pure humiliation. As she spins, her trajectory wobbles, and she stumbles sideways, bumping into a table laden with delicate components. A box of tiny, unsorted bolts and screws clatters to the floor, scattering like metallic confetti at her feet. "Oh, my goodness, so clumsy!" She bends down to pick them up, but the controller pushes the joystick backwards, making Savia flail her arms comically to avoid falling over as she backs up. Her chest performs a final, dramatic series of wobbles that leaves a few guys openly staring.

Just as she’s about to collide with a rolling tool cart, the invisible strings holding her snap. Her body goes limp with relief, the magical impulse ceasing as abruptly as it began. She stands in the middle of the classroom, chest heaving, her face burning with a heat that could rival the workshop's soldering irons. She risks a glance around. The punk girl is whispering to her friend, both of them looking at her with a mixture of pity and morbid curiosity. A few other students quickly looked away, pretending they weren't watching her humiliating parade. With as much dignity as she could muster,she straightens her hoodie, eliciting one last, pathetic boing, and begins the long, agonizing walk back to the workbench she left her laptop at. As she sinks back onto the stool, which groans under the weight of her enlarged rear, she notices Ben watching her from the corner of his eye. He doesn't say anything, just gives her a small, unreadable look before turning back to his own screen.

She slumps forward onto the workbench, the stool feeling less and less stable the longer she sits on it. Her fingers hover over the keyboard, trembling slightly. Every time a servo whirs or a motor whines in the workshop, she snaps her head up and stares over toward the freshman's station. Is he picking up the controller again? Is he about to make her do another humiliating march around the classroom? The fear is a cold knot in her stomach, a constant, nagging distraction that makes it hard to focus on the lines of code in front of her. She takes a deep breath to steady her nerves, and forces herself to type. Despite the constant, gnawing anxiety, she manages to find a rhythm. She loses herself in the code, her fingers flying across the keyboard, the soft click-clack a welcome counterpoint to the jiggling and sloshing of her breasts. She’s so focused that she almost didn't notice when the freshman picked up a different controller. Her chest tightened in preparation for what was to come but sighed a breath of relief as the freshman instead took the controller to the supply closet to put it away.

With the fear of being controlled once again at ease in her mind Savoia manages to get her code bug free and ready to test before the end of the class. She motions Ben to come see her work as she runs the code. With it working she dumps the code into the projects’ online file dump and feels a wave of relief wash over her. She leans back to stretch, the movement sending another jiggle through her chest as she waits for the class to end.

With her classes finished for the day Savoia feels a great amount of relief wash over her body, her tense shoulders relax and she stops tensing up her neck. At this point she just had her bimonthly D&D session and although she knew the curses would afflict her throughout the entirety of her club she would at least be able to try and relax and enjoy herself. As she walked into the club she saw that her friends and clubmates had beaten her there. Mia and Toby sat next to each other, chatting amongst themselves as they pulled their character sheets and dice from their bags. On the other side of the table Sam, a quiet harpy guy who was their dungeon master, was setting up his DM screen and shuffling through his dozen pages of notes while a girl named Chloe helped him by setting up his battle map.

Savoia drops her bag at the foot of the table, the strap sliding over her chest causes her chest to jiggle with a soft, tired wobble. “Hey guys,” she slides onto her chair which immediately groans under her.

“Rough day?” Mia asks, her smirk still holding a trace of amusement from their lunch break.

Savoia just groans in response as she rests her head in her own hands. “You have no idea!”

Sam cleared his throat, “Well hopefully today's session can help you forget all of that. I have some pretty fun stuff planned for y’all tonight!”

“Thanks Sam.” Savoia gave him a soft smile before she got her stuff out to play D&D.

With everything set up the five of them began their D&D session. Sam gave a recap of their last session, painting a mental picture of the part of four waking up in their camp which they had set up in front of the moss-covered, stone brick ruins. He retells how they took a job from a Historian to retrieve whatever they could find in the dilapidated halls but to be wary of whatever creatures may now call these ruins their home. Savoia was playing a Gnome Wizard, not her first pick by a long shot but everyone rolled for their race and stats and it's what she ended up with.

Mia, who was playing an Elf Barbarian, was fittingly the person to take charge. “We just woke up from a long rest so I say we pack everything up and head inside. Sav, Chloe, you both prepared your spells already?”

“Mmm hmm.” The pink foxgirl and blonde girl replied in unison.

Toby made sure the three girls were content with the plan as he looked across his party's faces. “Sounds good to me.”

Sam tells them that it would take them a little over an hour to break camp. After marking the rations they ate for breakfast, stamping out their campfire, and packing everything up they were ready to head inside. Sam described the steps descending into the depths of the ruins as ‘worn and uneven’ as they descended into the dark.

Though Savoia’s character, and over half the party for that matter, had darkvision they were still at a disadvantage in the dark so she decided to remedy that. “I shall grab hold of the amulet around thy neck and cast,” she spoke with an air of grandiose much to the surprise of her friends and even herself, “Light!” As soon as she uttered those words she felt her back ever so slightly stiffen as the faintest shiver tickled her labia and nipples.

“Getting into the roleplay today I see!” Sam exclaimed with the subtle giddiness only a nerd much like himself could portray. “I like it! Now, did you want to do the whole amulet or target it on the inlet gem?”

“Let's do the gem.”

“Alright.” Sam described to the party how, from the amulet around Savoia's character's neck, a cone of light pierced through the darkness allowing them to see more clearly. With Toby’s character, a dwarf rogue, leading the way they managed to avoid nearly all the traps this staircase had in store for them but it wasn't anything too dire yet. “As you delve deeper into the dungeon you all eventually reach a dead end. It’s a large room and the first thing you notice is a tall stone totem in the center, raised up on an incline with worn steps. On either side of the room you find a row of three jade statues, all six of which are carved to look like different animals. And beyond the totem, on the other side of the room, is a moss covered wall decorated with glowing runes. What do you want to do?”

“Can I inspect the totem?” Chloe asked as she moved the figurine of her cleric to the center of the room.

“Of course! Give me a perception check.”

Chloe grabbed a d20 and rolled it across the table. When it finally came to a stand still it had landed on an 8. “I have a +3 to my perception so… does an 11 pass?”

“You don’t notice much but you do see that the totem is split into 3 segments and each segment has an animal carved on either side which. Each carved face matches one of the statues in this room.”

The next half hour of their session was spent trying to decode this ‘puzzle’. They tried everything at their disposal, from more perception checks, to history checks, to even brute force. But none of them worked. The four of them couldn’t seem to solve this kindergarten grade puzzle.

Savoia let out a sigh of frustration as she placed her elbows on the table and rubbed her brow. “I grow tired of this! I shall cast detect magic.” As she marked the used spell slot a familiar sensation form before crept across her body with the faintest hint of heightened sensitivity. Her back stiffened as a tingle brushed her labia and nipples, causing the latter to grow erect as the slightest of gasps escaped her lips. “Mmm~ What do I see?”

“Not much,” Sam answered. “Only the locked door has an aura around it and you can tell it is abjuration magic.” He then paused and looked over his players faces to see them losing interest in this simple puzzle he set up. “Would you guys like a hint?” He was met with a chorus of ‘please’ and ‘I want to get this over with’ which elicited a chuckle out of him as he knew just how stupid they’d feel when they finally got the puzzle. “Guys… the carved faces of the totem match the jade statues. Each one has a pair.”

The room was silent for a moment before Toby finally spoke up. “Is it really that simple?” Sam only nodded as he held back a laugh. The first orientation the group tried was simply rotating each face so it was facing the wall of the same animal. When that didn’t work they asked again what animal each statue on the map was and that’s when they finally pieced together that animal faces on either side of the totem segments aligned with the statues farthest away from one another which of course was the solution to the puzzle.

“As you rotate the last segment of the totem into place you see the runes on the sealed door fade as stone against stone begins to grind. The room rumbles as the door opens, exposing a narrow passageway. From deeper in the ruins you can hear the unmistakable sounds of lizardfolk shouting. You have a brief moment before they’re on you so what do you all want to do?” Sam looked up from his dungeon master screen after his short narration to the looks of distraught thinking as his players silently ruminated their actions.

“Do we know how many there are?” Mia asked.

“You can’t tell exactly how many there are but you can tell that there are a lot of them.”

“How wide did you say the passageway was?” Toby asked.

“Your shoulders would almost be touching both walls of the hall.”

“Wait!” Savoia interrupted the barrage of questions being hurled at Sam. “I haveth an idea! Just hold your actions and take out the stragglers.”

“Are you all following along with her plan?” Sam looked at Chloe, Mia, and Toby who all gave him a hesitant yet confused shrug as they muttered in agreement with Savoia’s plan. “Okay. You hear dozens of overlapping voices speaking draconic echo across the stone walls, getting closer and closer to you. It doesn’t take long for them to bound around the corner into view as they come running down the hallway. Savoia, what exactly are you holding your action for?”

“Until the first of the lizardfolk are no more than 10 feet away from me.”

“You got it. So they come running down the passageway, stumbling as they shove and push their way amongst them. You hold steady, steeling yourself until they are nearly within an arms length away from you and then…”

“I desire to cast lightning bo-HOLT!~”

“Oh shit…” Sam winced. “I forgot you just learned that spell. Uh… can I borrow some dice for these dex saves?”

While Chloe, Mia, and Toby gathered dice for Sam to lend Savoia sat hunched over in her chair, biting her lip as she stifled drawn out moans and inadvertently pressed her breasts into the side of the table. Her hands had darted under the table as she pressed down on her quivering crotch and her legs trembled. If it wasn’t for her plumpened rear being wedged between the chairs armrest she surely would’ve slid down to the ground, drawing even more unwanted attention her way. Her painfully erect nipples pressed into the cups of her bra causing milk to slowly trickle free and soak the fabric. By now she knew what was causing these phantom strokes against her sensitive bits, first it was the cantrip then the first level spell she cast. And if she caught onto the fact the severity of the sensation was tied to the spells level she wouldn’t have used one of her two third level spell slots. “Nghgn…~”

“Okay,” Sam continued, oblivious to the foxgirls' state as he excitedly rolled a handful of dice onto the table. “Seventeen of them fail their dex save, meaning the other five take half damage. Want to roll for damage Sav-?” Sam looked up and caught his tongue as he noticed Savoia hunched over the table. “Are you okay Savoia? You look a little flushed.”

Mia snickered causing Toby to elbow her side and shoot her a glare. “I’m fine…~” Savoia mumbled as she used her arms, which felt like jello at this point, to push herself up to a sitting position. “I’m just not feeling too well today…”

“Oh! You should’ve said something sooner!” Sam exclaimed, innocent as ever. “Let’s figure out the damage and we can call it a session here. We’ve been playing for over an hour anyway.”

“Sure.” Savoia picked up eight d6’s and rolled them across the table. “Let’s see… Twenty three- Twenty nine… Thirty six points of lightning damage?”

Sam nodded as he marked something down in his notes. “Got it. I have it marked down and I’ll adjust their health for the next session. Hope you feel better Savoia!”

“Oh, uh… Thanks!” Savoia put away her things and, as she stood up, had to pry her hips out from between the chairs armrest. She gave a meek wave goodbye to her D&D friends who were helping Sam put away his battle map and tokens before turning around and making her way out of the room, breasts and ass bouncing and wobbling as she walked. She just wanted to put the day behind her at this point.