Kanoe's thighs part as the tentacle slides along her gushing folds. Her sex contracts hungerly around nothing as wave after wave of blissful release crashes through her being. The woman's cries drown out the taunting voice of the creature, giving her a brief peace in that aspect while her body continues to tremble and jolt with pleasure.

The witch blinks as her cheek was stroked gently, bringing some awareness back into reality. Her eyes were half lidded as the woman took long shuddering breaths. She was not even looking at the creature as she bathes in the afterglow of her climax. The experience brought some relief on her body though it was temporary.

At the mention of another way for this madness to end, Kanoe looks up at the monster only to feel the tentacles begin to maul her breasts once more. It's hands joined in as her luscious mounds were molded and squeezed relentlessly. The woman gasps and groans as she squirms weakly. She could feel the intense sensations begin to fade as a new feeling rises. Her large breasts throb and pulse rapidly as the sensitive flesh was stroked and gneaded. The warm feeling seems to spread across her breasts, going further and further until it felt as if the sensation was going beyond her breasts.

Her nails dig into the carpet as her toes curl. The climax left her body spent and weary for the moment as she just shivers against the door. Kanoe was not even aware that her breasts were growing as pleasure continues to crash against her mind and body.

The glorious sensations across her breasts continues, his lips coming down and gently kissing along the tops of her pillowy mounds as they bulge upwards. His fingers continue to squeeze her titflesh from below, making them bounce and ripple, contorting upwards and around his hands even as tentacles stroke and envelope them. Kanoe was already blessed with bounteous tits, but now they were a size or two even larger.

And then the tentacles slid away, leaving her with the pleasure of his hands and lips, but giving her some relief of the glorious sensation. ...She would be getting a terrible and thorough treatment soon, very soon. But first, she would see him hefting each globe again, pressing them up to her chin and lips. "I don't think your uniform is going to fit anymore..." He whispered with a low chuckle...

~I don't think your uniform is going to fit anymore...~

Kanoe's eyes as she feels her own breasts brush lightly against her chin. She gasps at the sight of them. The witch was always considered well endowed but now her luscious orbs were even bigger. Her eyes grow wide in shock, did this thing alter her body? The mind numbing sensitivity has faded greatly but now she had larger and more sensitive breasts to deal with. The constant fondling and stroking left her large breasts firm and tender to the touch. Compared to what it was throughout the day, she lets out a soft sigh of relief.

"What...What did you do to me?" she asks, not sure if she really wanted to know the answer.

The creature leered at her, looking up at her face along her even-grander swells. "Gave you... more to work with." He laughs softly, raising his hands to grip each tender, larger breast roughly. His fingers played with her titflesh, kneading her entire, huge globes. They didn't feel any less sensitive; maybe even more sensitive than they were before...

At least that constant ache and throb seemed to be gone. Traded for newly large orbs, ones that would strain to tear her own clothes apart. His lips came against her flesh, and he lightly seized a nipple between his teeth and tugged, grinning at her expression as he gazed up her valley to her face...

Somehow, he still managed to speak clearly. "I'm afraid now you don't have a choice to treat these toys to plenty of sun and air. But those terrible feelings will be gone... although, I think everyone in the school will see how torrid a woman you are, now." He draws a nipple and plenty of tit into his mouth, sucking on it and likely giving her a hicky.

"I also... took the liberty... of stealing the larger school uniforms from storage. So if you want one, we'll have to come to... some kind of agreement." It was bad enough that she would be straining to pop out of most of her own clothes now, or stretched her shirts in a terrible fashion... she may have to leave her own uniform unbuttoned entirely just to fit it on.

"Ahhnn!" she gasps out as these creature began to suck deeply on a large breast and nipple, "G-Get away from me!"

With the ache and throb away, she forces her body to move again. She lifts a foot up and uses it to push away the vile thing. This thing was not just taking her body but altering it as well! What more could this monster want from her? With how the past supposed agreement led to this, Kanoe was not about to make any sort of deal with it. The witch wraps her arms infront of her newly endowed chest and tries to move along the wall to get away from it. She would rather take her chances finding her own clothes, even if she has to make them.

"I want nothing from you," she says quickly, "Just leave me be!"

He lets Kanoe back away, covering herself and edging along the wall. "Fine then... fine. Not sticking around?" He grins goulishly, a tentacle sliding along to block her access to the bathroom and closet. She was hedged in towards the door she had fled into the room through, her uniform open and letting her wonderful breasts stay on display. With a quick motion, he snaps out, seizing the bra she had slid aside, tearing it off of her in a brutal motion!

"I'll just hold onto this... payment, you could say, for services rendered. He leered at her breasts again... they were as sensitive as she ever was, if not a little moreso... but that needful, burning sensation, that terrible ache when touched even slightly... was gone. "So you don't want any help? Mmm... but you look so lovely, my dear. Perhaps... for the rest of my payment, I can enjoy your new... assets a little, until the sun rises the next morn... sound fair?

The young woman stops as tendrils block her way and close in around her. Kanoe backs away the best she could from the slime covered tentacles until she was back at the door once more. She cries out as one of the monstrous appendages lashes out and tears away her bra. Her open blouse was barely on her shoulders as she glares at the creature. This talk about price and payment was pissing the witch off. No matter what, the price seems to be constantly rising for something she does not recall doing. How was that even remotely fair?

Her eyes flash angerly. If she was going to be taken she might as well make herself less appetizing to the creature. She began chanting the soft words of magic as flames began to lick along her fingertips. Fire gathers into the palm of her hand which she thrusts towards the creature to unleash as a fireball. This may be her own room but she wanted this thing gone anyway possible.

The tentacles jerk backwards as she chants... surprisingly, they snake away! His body seems to unravel, forming long white coiled tentacles that scatter away. They slide into air vents, previously left open, and into open closets.

It looks like he's not going to try and fight the dark witch... she can hear him though; slithering about the air vents, even sliding between the walls. He's lurking nearby... but he's not going to try and attack her, not and risk getting burned.

She's been wasting time with this thing, though. She does have another class in about forty minutes... although maybe she'd be better off skipping it. Or maybe... there's something in her wardrobe she could try. Dammit. She could hear him chuckling in the vents, although it sounds like he's still sliding away.

Then, his voice echoes back... "How about this... I'll take back my changes to you... my offers of helps, deals, and punishments. But you have to at least go to class. A good student should, mm?" Well, it's not like she hasn't skipped class before...

"Tch!"

She lets the smoldering flames sputter out into faint wisps of smoke. Seems the creature is not fond of fire. The sight of the person's body break away into countless little tentacles made her skin crawl, a disgusting sight. The dark witch doubts the monster would just leave it's prey. She could hear it slithering about the vents and hear odd sounds from the walls. She was not fond of a monster stalking her dorm room for the rest of her time here, especially with Claire living with her. The creature's voice echoes from the vents with another one of it's offers.

"You took away my uniforms, there is no way I am going to class in clothing several sizes too small," she calls out, "Not even the teachers would tolerate such blatant acts, get real."

Jumping off a cliff sounded more reasonable than showing up in revealing attire to school. Most teachers would just kick a person out of the class for such things, defeating the purpose of this awful request.

He let out a low sigh, then chuckled a bit. Oh, she was right... but it was interesting that she was. "Oh... I've returned your uniforms. You don't have to worry about that. What are you going to do though? You hardly fit in them... 'as is'.

Frankly, you didn't adhere to our agreement when you remembered about it, I don't think. So I can't let you just get away with a free pass for a little memory loss. ...On the other hand, it seems unfair just to pick on you for that endlessly... and you surely can't just stop attending class forever. Don't you agree?"

Twisting about in her walls, he lurked and waited. If he didn't leave her room, he'd eventually see Claire. Time was on this creatures' side... doubly so, with her doubly-large breasts. If they wouldn't change back. "Perhaps then..." His voice dropped, quieter and lower now. "I should leave you like this for a week. You can opt to find some creative way through, or just skip a week of classes. Or...

I can teach you your classes." There was a chuckle through the vents. "I'm sure I can sneak in... alter the records to make a 'fake class' that you can take at night... a short week-duration transfer. You'd be at my mercy... but, you wouldn't miss a week of class."

There was another snicker at that, then a general chuckle. "Of course. The alternative is I stay in your room for a week, and torment you anyway. AND you get in trouble for missing a week of school... And I may not deem you fit to 'change back'." He added the last mock-loftily, teasing her as though her newfound... size came with a reduction in status...

"Perhaps we can even come to some reasonable terms... after all, it would not do for you to be unable to pay attention during class, ne?"

"Get out of my walls and stay away from me and my room!" she growls, "I grow tired of your games."

If it leaving is an option, all the better. She can survive with a bigger bust and even her usual uniforms will be more than enough to cover her if not a little tight around the chest. Then she would not miss any classes and this sick monster would leave her alone finally. She was tired of the choices that were all the same outcome and had no interest in dealing with such stupid games with a monster.

Kanoe removes what was left of her clothes and changes into some fresh ones. She pulls her bra tightly around her large orbs and lets out a sigh of discomfort. It was possible to wear a small bra though it was less than comfortable. The witch opens her closet and pulls out a black and red uniform. This would be a bit tight on her enlarged orbs but the outfit was more for her comfort orginally unlike the tight revealing uniforms of Shokushu.

The thing seemed to slip away, leaving her to her plans.

She found the uniform she was looking for; it would make her stand out, but it wouldn't flaunt her body... thank god.

The thing seemed finished with its games too; she listened for the slithering, but she didn't hear anything. Apparently he can be scared off! Valuable information for the witch.


With the uniform on, she feels how snug it is around her prominent chest; she cuts a notable and fine figure in, but it'd be enough to get through her next class. Frustratingly, it was a night class... three hours long, as are many of those that are, but it's tedium would be MUCH better than being treated like a mouse by that monster...

The only irritating thing, then, is that the leader of those girls that ambushed her would be there. She had almost forgotten them... small fry, though. Hopefully. The thought of what they might have taken of her on the cellphone lurks in the back of her mind...

The witch does what she could to freshen up as she finishes putting on her uniform. The girls from earlier were a lesser worry as far as she was concerned compared to the monster she just had to deal with. Pictures and gossip were one thing while having her body altered by a tentacle creature was an entirely different matter all together even if the wild sensitivity was due to the monster as well. She sighs softly. She just wanted this night over with.

Kanoe leaves her dorm room and quickly makes her way towards campus. Though the tightness of her bra brought some discomfort, it did keep her large mounds in check as she walks down the wooded path. Her thoughts wander as she walks to the leader of the girls that ambushed her before. Knowing them, they will have had the information spread already unless they wish to blackmail her with it. It matters little either way. She ensure the woman pays and knows her wrath was something to be feared. Pulling her long hair back behind her shoulders, she steps into the classroom and finds her seat.

Kanoe finishes freshening up, getting dressed, and getting ready to go. She wasn't any less sensitive than normal... maybe even slightly more so. But it wasn't that agonizingly sensitive sensation that the monster did to her before.

As she walked, she could ~feel~ herself quiver and bounce, her breasts threatening to spill out over her bra. She's going to need to pick up a larger size, soon... but it would be enough for tonight; even if she spilled free, her dark outfit would cover herself up... barely. It made her uniform shift and quiver in small, noticeable ways; the sort of thing that drew lustful gazes. She managed to shift her gait a little, reducing the quivers and bounces.

Slipping into the large class, she was relieved to settle down. That Carol twit was seated across the room, making small snickers as sh saw Kanoe come in. One of her girls was seated next to her... but the rest of the crowd wasn't around. The teacher, an old man, presided over a very large class, which helped Kanoe blend in. A few gave her glances... but none was looking at her with a contemptuous, knowing look. It seems Carol hadn't spread the word... that was one less thing to worry about.

Sitting down, she begins to listen as the teacher starts... well, half-listen. Kanoe wasn't the sort to care much about her classes.


It was tight, her uniform, but comfortable. After about a half hour, she found her attention wandering so much that she didn't notice, at first, the gentle stroking sensation across her mounds. There was nothing there... but she felt herself slowly being toyed with, and her breasts slightly hefted, sized up, like packaged fruit...

Being back in the school brought little relief to Kanoe. At the very least it left her away from the monster and some of the leering gazes of passing students. Luckily most of the night students are just there to attend classes, hopefully. Sitting down in her chair, the lack of reaction from the students was a good sign at least. Perhaps she will not harm Carol as much now, if that student happens to be lucky that is.

Kanoe sighs as the teacher drones on. A hand pulls strands of black hair back behind her ear as she rests her head in her other hand. She was tired after all that has happened. After so many climaxes, it was to be expected. Her body shivers slightly as she felt something like fingers stroking along her well endowed chest. The witch sits up, looking around a bit. She did not see anything yet the stroking continues. No, not more. She could not think how things could be worse and yet it seems to be happening to her now.