Holding a bag that shuffled with the sound of various wrapped candies brushing against each other, Susan stepped into her apartment. The young woman's mostly slender form was wrapped in a slinky, sequined red dress that, combined with her long mane of lush auburn hair and full, rounded rear end, made her look very similar to the fictional character of Jessica Rabbit. Her chest was the only part of the costume that wasn't right, being nearly flat in sharp contrast to the ridiculously massive and buoyant breasts that the toon woman she was dressed as sported.
It was Halloween night, and not having any particular plans, the parents of a neighboring family that she was friends with had asked her to watch their two children as they went trick-or-treating. Susan decided that she might as well, and had gotten the costume she had worn for a party the night before out of her closet for one more use that year, ignoring how it blatantly showed how she was lacking in the chest area in favor of how well it accentuated her much curvier lower body.
As she accompanied the pair of kids around the neighborhood, they soon convinced her to join in on the trick-or-treating herself. It was slightly awkward at first, doing something so childish as a college student, but she got over it quickly. After a little while, it had actually gotten to be kind of fun, especially on the occasions where her provocatively dressed body drew some male attention.
At one point in the evening, the small group came across the house of one of the more reclusive members of the neighborhood, where it was rare that anything or anyone would either enter or leave. After a few moments of apprehension, they ventured onto the empty sidewalk leading to the front yard of the house, cautiously making their way to the front door. As Susan walked, she noted that the place actually seemed to have a very distinct Halloween motif, despite her never seeing anyone set anything up, and there was an air of strange creepiness in the air that made her skin crawl whenever she let herself dwell on it. After a few more moments, the trio reached the door to the house, and rang the doorbell.
"Trick or treat!" The Halloween catch phrase was met with the mildly surprised face of an ordinary looking woman with a somewhat worn cliche witch hat nestled over her brunette hair. She seemed to be somewhere in her early to mid thirties, though everything below her neck was obscured by the thick, almost swirling black robes she wore. She looked over the two children for a moment, then switched her discerning gaze to Susan; the creepy feeling from before returned to the young woman in full force during the uncomfortable assessment, but, after a few moments, it finally ended when the woman finally spoke.
"Oh, sorry about that; I don't get many trick-or-treaters, so I was thrown off a bit. Wait here a minute, I know I have something in here for you." With that, the woman disappeared back into her home, and Susan tried to shake off her discomfort. The lady soon returned, candies in hand, and began to hand them out.
"Here we are, and thank you for stopping by." A few typical, brand-name candy bars went into the kids' bags, while Susan received a decent-sized chocolate ball covered with some homemade wrapping. The woman wished them a good evening as the group left, leaving Susan with an odd feeling about what had just happened.
Eventually, the time came to bring the kids home, and Susan then returned to her own abode, bringing her back to the present. She looked down at herself, grinning to herself when she saw her shapely rear, the sight bringing back memories of it attracting interested gazes throughout the night. Her mood dropped a bit when she turned to her boyishly flat chest, which left her costume embarrassingly slack, but she quickly took her mind off of that as she turned back to the sack filled with the evening's haul.
The bag contained mostly the usual fare, but Susan's attention was drawn towards the single piece of chocolate that the strange woman had given her. She pulled out the small candy and began to examine it, noting with interest how the plastic wrapping had several flecks of various colors flowing through the otherwise transparent surface in an almost mesmerizing way. Susan carefully unwrapped the chocolate, allowing her an unhindered view of the dark brown ball, about as big around as a quarter.
After briefly laughing at herself for giving such a serious inspection to a little piece of candy, Susan popped the chocolate into her mouth. As soon as the sweet hit the redhead's tongue, a surprised moan erupted from her; it wasn't just good, it was incredible! The sweet, rich chocolate slowly melted in her mouth, soon giving way to a core of equally delicious caramel. After savoring the flavor of the amazing candy for several moments, Susan reluctantly swallowed it, and could almost feel the remains of the chocolate and caramel travel down into her stomach.
Already regretting having eaten the almost unrealistically delicious chocolate piece so soon, Susan began to consider going back to the woman's house when she was surprised by an odd warmth that began to build in her stomach. As the redhead wondered what could be happening, the warmth quickly turned into heat, and began to spread up through her torso. Within moments, the feverish sensation reached her chest, and slowly began to center itself there.
As Susan tried to puzzle out what was going on with her body, she felt a slowly growing weight pulling her forward ever so slightly. She looked down at herself, and gasped loudly at what she found; her breasts were growing! The crimson dress became ever more revealing as there steadily became more of Susan to reveal, her round, pale boobs pushing out its once baggy front to show off a magnificent line of cleavage. Susan was not entirely sure how to take her sudden developments as she watched them plumpen out; on the one hand, she had just been annoyed by her lack of a chest, so she should be happy, but on the other, she had no idea what was causing the growth, nor if there would be other effects, so there was also a good reason to be cautious.
It didn't matter too much what Susan felt about the situation, because her tits weren't stopping either way. Her swelling boobs filled the slinky costume dress to overflowing, with smooth, slightly pink flesh bulging over the red fabric; when the redhead heard the front of the garment creak ominously, she quickly realized it wouldn't be able to take her growing breasts for much longer, and hastily pulled it down, revealing her bared boobs in all their heavily jiggling glory. Susan gasped at the sight of her pink nipples, which had swollen massively during the growth; her areolae had grown from the width of a quarter to being wide enough that her opened hand could only just spread all the way across it, and her nipples had gone from being just barely noticeable to being nearly as long as her thumb and easily twice as wide.
Over the next several moments, Susan's concern with her transformations grew. The outward growth of her breasts began to slow down, but she couldn't help but notice that their weight was still increasing even faster than ever. On top of that was a tightness in her breasts, as if they were becoming overfilled with something; her skin was pulled taut over the heavy, bobbing masses as their swelling finally came to a stop, and there was a constant, insistent pressure behind her nipples that grew more and more intense with each passing moment.
Susan began to pant, and then eventually began to groan as the pressure grew into discomfort, and the discomfort grew into a throbbing pain; her nipples swelled even more in reaction to the increasing tension, the areolae bulging out into half-spheres, and her nipples puffing out into an even more embarrassingly ridiculous size. Eventually, the redhead reached her hands around her watermelon-sized boobs to her now glowing red nipples and began to stroke them gently in a desperate attempt to alleviate the pressure. To Susan's relief, the tightness lessened slightly, and she continued to play with her nipples, letting out a few light gasps and moans at the pleasurable contact with her swollen and sensitive nubs.
As the woman continued to stroke and massage her nipples, she suddenly felt something warm and sticky on one of her hands. Susan brought the hand up to look at it, and found it lightly splattered with a dark brown substance; after a moment of curiosity, she caught the smell of chocolate, and hesitantly lifted the hand to her mouth. Her pink tongue flicked out into the thick stuff, and her eyes widened as the fantastic taste of the chocolate from earlier exploded in her mouth once more. After getting over the rich flavor, Susan moved up to a nearby mirror so she could see the front of her breasts, her boobs having grown too big and full for her see them otherwise; the redhead gasped in shock at the sight as she found where the chocolate had come from, as the dark brown syrup was dribbling slowly out of her thick nipples, oozing down her rounded areolae toward the massive slopes of her breasts.
The young woman hastily turned away from the mirror to avoid looking at her freakish predicament, looking down at herself once more as she worriedly accessed the changes she had gone through. After noting that her boobs reached all the way down to her navel, Susan hefted them with her arms, finding that not only had they grown much heavier, they were so overfilled that the flesh barely gave way at all as her hands pressed into them. Her nipples had swollen well beyond any human size, and were under a feverish pressure that was going away almost maddeningly slowly with the steady drip of thick chocolate syrup that leaked from them.
Suddenly, Susan gasped as a soft hand pressed into the underside of her right tit, and then another, identical, hand felt up her left one. She quickly turned her head around to find the offender, and found the strange woman from before grinning mischievously at her, still clad in her witch costume. Susan broke away from the brunette, stumbling slightly from her drastically shifted center of gravity before she managed to straighten herself to face down the woman.
"Ah, looks like you're ready... Sweetie," said the witchlike woman as her eyes gleamed evilly. Susan tried to get away, but her ponderous breasts made moving about difficult; not only that, but her vision was beginning to grow fuzzy. Her eyelids began to grow heavy, and it felt like her energy was draining away; after a few moments of Susan sinking to the floor, everything went dark.
Susan woke up with a start, with her bleariness causing her to take a few moments to realize that her back was pressed up against a hard, cold surface and she couldn't move her arms. As consciousness returned to her, Susan began to more clearly feel the cold metal of the shackles around her wrists and the rough brick she was pressed against. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she caught sight of her captor, the ominous looking woman eyeing her expectantly.
"Ah, took you long enough to wake up. I just couldn't start without being sure you would be experiencing it all." Before she could think twice, Susan let all of the helpless frustration and concern that built up during her breast growth out by shouting angrily at the woman.
"What did you do to me!? Just what the hell do you want!? Let me out here and fix this, right now!" Before she could get any further in her rant, the woman flicked a finger in her direction, and her mouth suddenly slammed shut completely on its own; no matter how hard she tried, Susan couldn't open her mouth again, leaving her effectively silenced. With that done, the woman, now almost assuredly a real witch, continued talking.
"Now, now, as long as you don't do anything stupid, I'm not going to hurt you; if you're good, I can probably come up with compensation that you'll really like. As for the why, I had just come up with a new, special recipe for chocolate, along with an enchantment I could use to produce more of it. I was lucky that today turned out to be Halloween, and even luckier that a grown woman came by and gave me a perfect excuse to slip her an enchanted chocolate. Of course, now that the chocolate's been made, I'll have to get it all out of you."
Susan gulped nervously as various images ran through her head, too lost in her thoughts to notice the witch open an old wooden door into a supply closet. She rummaged around in the small space for a few moments, finally coming out with a metal, boxy contraption that went up to her waist, complete with a large glass tank connected to the device and thick plastic tubes running out of it. The woman also produced a pair of large glass cups, which she quickly affixed to the tubes; after flipping a switch that started the dull thrumming of the machine's motor, the witch turned back to Susan, ominously presenting the clear bowls to her.
"There are obviously much more efficient ways to do it than this milking machine, but I find this method to be the most fun. I'm sure after a few minutes of experiencing it, you'll think so, too." Unable to struggle effectively between her position, her bonds, and the massive breasts weighing her down, Susan could only watch as the witch placed both cups over her slightly wobbling boobs, the attachments turning out to be just large enough to fit. As soon as the cups were in place, the woman turned a small switch at their bases, starting up a vacuum-like 'whooshing' sound.
The redhead gasped loudly as the suction began, causing the cups to seal themselves to her chest and her breasts to swell slightly until they completely filled them. Her throbbing nipples quickly gave way under the suckling sensations, sending a thick stream of liquid chocolate flowing out through the tubes, eventually pouring into the device's glass tank. Susan's breathing steadily quickened into husky panting as the suction began to grow unexpectedly pleasurable.
Susan's nipples pulsed rhythmically as the chocolate pumped out of them, sending shudders of ecstasy throughout her entire body. She began to squirm helplessly as the intense sensations built up, causing her pussy to become moist. However, even through the haze of pleasure that was making it hard to think straight, Susan realized that there was something different than usual about the feeling between her legs; her juices seemed somehow thicker and sticker than normal.
"Ah, there's the other effect at work." The witch moved up to the redhead once more, running a smooth hand up her curvy thigh and pushing up the hem of her dress until the garment was bunched around her waist. Susan gasped at how good the silky touch felt as it moved towards her pussy, not even caring that her panties were missing, and could only think to try and shift herself further into the woman's caresses. After a moment, the witch pulled away, bringing up her hand to Susan's mouth, easily sliding her soaked fingers past the young woman's parted red lips.
Susan was so lost in her pleasure by that point that it was completely lost on her the implications of the flavor of caramel that filled her mouth, and could only moan in rapturous response to the fantastic taste. The witch went to retrieve a bucket as the caramel oozing from the redhead's pussy steadily came out in ever greater amounts, placing the metal container on the stone floor between Susan's spread legs to catch the sweet substance dripping from her. Between all of the sensations bombarding the redhead's body, the pleasure steadily built up inside her, and it wasn't long before it reached the breaking point.
With a loud cry, Susan came hard, her back arching as her whole body went stiff. The stream of caramel pouring from between her legs suddenly became a deluge, splashing sounds ringing through the air as the cream rained relentlessly into the bucket, not stopping until it was very nearly full. Susan's boobs also got into the action, causing the plastic tubes to shudder as the streams of chocolate rushed out of the young woman's nipples more and more violently.
After several long moments, Susan's orgasm finally began to subside, her spent body going limp against the wall she was chained to. The liquid candy pouring out of her also slowed to a stop, her pussy having calmed down and the milking machine having run out of chocolate to suck out of her. Susan was panting heavily from the experience as the witch turned off the machine and gently pulled the cups off of her swollen breasts; her entire body was flushed pink and all she could think about was how good it all felt when the witch leaned toward her, a smile on her face.
"Thank you for being so cooperative about this; I'm glad to know this enchantment works perfectly for making more of my chocolate. If there's anything I can do for you, go ahead and ask." It may have just been the post-orgasmic haze giving her the idea, but Susan didn't care as she grinned back, making a request of the witch.
A week later, Susan, her breasts back to their original flat size, was in her apartment reading a book when a now familiar craving crept up on her. She reached into a bowl that was placed nearby, pulling out a round, chocolate candy in a homemade plastic wrapping before deftly removing the covering and popping the sweet into her mouth. As she rolled the chocolate around in her mouth, Susan looked into the bowl, having noticed something when she had felt around in it. As she had thought, the container was empty.
Most of the time, Susan was shocked upon thinking back to the bargain she made with the witch and often promised herself she would never make use of it again, but she would always at some point remember the taste of the chocolates, and then the pleasure of the experience in the witch's basement; by that point, Susan was desperately pulling off her clothes without hesitation, revealing a tattoo on the top of her right breast that consisted of odd looking symbols. The redhead pressed a finger into the mark and whispered a few words in an incomprehensible language, her body already shaking in excitement. As soon as Susan was done, a sparkling blue light surrounded her body, and she vanished from her apartment as completely as if she had never been there.
Susan reappeared in the witch's basement, her pink nipples promptly growing hard at the cool air flowing around her nude body. Within moments, the witch entered the room, black robes flowing around her as she went past the lightly blushing redhead. Without a word, the woman went back into the supply closet from before, pulling out the same milking machine as before; as she finished setting up the device, she finally turned back to Susan, who was already bending forward in a pose that proudly displayed both her round ass and her currently modest bosom.
"Well, that batch didn't take you long, now did it? I'm quite sure that it's only been a few days." Susan grinned back at the older woman as the tattoo on her breast began to glow, signaling a telltale warmth to begin building in her chest.
"Well, since these don't have the enchantment on them, I let a few people I know try some, but yeah, I guess I did eat most of them." Susan's reply was cut off with a breathy 'oooh' as her breasts began to swell, quick pulses rapidly bloating the mammaries with liquid chocolate until they reached the same size as they had been that Halloween night. The witch came forward once the growth stopped, deftly placing the glass cups over the pale, wobbling masses and flipping the switch that began the suction.
Susan moaned lewdly as chocolate instantly began surge out of her nipples and into the tubing, her anticipation leading up to that moment causing her pussy to already begin leaking caramel. A goofy grin spread across the redhead's face as the older woman placed a bucket on the floor between her legs to catch the stream. The witch had no problems with providing Susan with as many of the chocolate candies as she wanted, so long as Susan produced all of the chocolate and caramel for them herself, and as the redhead shuddered in orgasm, pleasure rushing through her as the rivers of caramel poured out of her pussy and the chocolate spewed from her nipples, she had trouble seeing that as a drawback. The ecstasy continued, and Susan happily decided that trick or treating for candy wasn't nearly as fun as making it.
The End... Probably.
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