Fantastic Breasts & Where To Find Them

Cass

My eyes were closed and I had a splitting headache. I could feel Porpetina's curves restrained with rope. I struggled a little to loosen them, but the ropes were too tight.

"You've summoned me five thousand miles for a two-bit Porpetina impersonator?" came a low, otherworldly woman's voice. "The real one is quite safe, I'm sure of it. I was terrorizing peasants in Burma, and you called me back for this!?"

"M'lady, it looked so much like her... and her bosom, restored!" I recognized the voice of Garfungal Washingbeard, but more submissive. "I was worried about you! Please forgive my mistake, m'lady!"

"It's just a grad student named Cass Hitchens," came Sarah Jane's voice. "She's my neighbor, and she borrowed my dress - without asking I might add! I think this is just her Halloween costume or something. It's probably Polyjuice Potion."

I opened my eyes and saw that I was deep underground. I'd been tied up to a sewer pipe. I could see three shadowy figures in the mist, Professor Washingbeard and Sarah Jane talking to a witch with her back to me. From behind, she had voluptuous womanly shapes and quite an ample derriere, draped by flowing sorceress's robes.

"The Porpetina is stirring," said Washingbeard. "I have some Veritaserum. This should clear things up."

The lady turned around and, gravitating beneath her cloak, I beheld breasts larger than I could possibly conceive of. Each was the size of a Jumbler from Tenditch. But unlike normal smooth tits, these monstrosities seemed to be composited of a half-dozen multiple lumps. And despite their humongous size, they defied gravity and stuck straight out, hovering majestically. As she approached me, I could see that she had burning red eyes and a haggish face, her hair in dreaded cords resembling serpents.

"Are you awake, my dear?" she asked me with a feigned kindness. "Drink this down and don't object."

Washingbeard held up the vial of steaming grey liquid to my mouth and I drank the potion.

"Now, who are you?" she asked.

"I'm Cassiopeia Black, from London."

"A Black! Fascinating... Good family. And how did you come to be disguised as Porpetina Malfoy?"

"I made a Polyjuice Potion from a lock of her hair that I stole from Newt Scamander."

"Scamander! And was he aware that you were masquerading as her tonight?"

"Yes. I was supposed to rendezvous with him in his chambers."

"Sexy!" cackled the haggish Dark Witch. "Perhaps our friend Newt Scamander is more devious than we've given him credit for."

"Well, what should we do with her?" asked Washingbeard. "Kill her? She's seen too much, m'lady."

"Let her go," said Sarah Jane. "She's a Black and she's a Dark Arts scholar here at Bronxvitch. Plus, she's quite clever. She could still develop into a formidable ally."

"What about her chests?" drooled the Professor. "They're exact replicas of Porpetina's. They could be of some use to you."

"No, you fool!" She slapped the hairy man with the backside of her hand. "Who knows what they'll look like after the Polyjuice wears off! My magic requires Picture Perfect Bosoms - such tits are two in a million. We'll see what she looks like after she changes back, and then, I don't know, you can murder her if you'd like. She's of no use to me, just another lover of Newt Scamander's."

"Do you... do you forgive me, m'lady?" Washingbeard's usually boisterous voice now sounded pathetic.

"Of course, Garfungal. You have always been one of my most devoted Breast Eaters."

"Before you go... might I just have one sip of your dark sustenance? How I've longed for it..."

The barrel-chested Professor fell to his knees, and the witch lifted up her flowing robes. I gaped at what I saw. That giant bosom was made up of two pairs of five-clustered breasts, each individual one about the size of one of mine on Porpetina's body. They jutted straight out into space, writhing like huge worms. I shuddered. It reminded me of something I had seen in one of Aunt Isla's oldest, darkest books, a very long time ago. Washingbeard took the nipple of one of the sorceress's ten teats and sucked desperately, chugging a black milk from it.

With them distracted by whatever it was they were doing, I struggled with the ropes again. I found them much looser, and looked down to see my body shrinking, my chest diminishing and my legs shortening. I made eye contact with Sarah Jane and she gave me a head twitch, meaning, "Get out of here, now."

I slipped out of the ropes. The black gown came off too, and I pulled everything off of me. I hadn't worn any undergarments, assuming I wouldn't be needing them for long. So, dipping into the shadows, I was naked except for my wand. I had no idea where I was or what they would do if they saw me missing. I heard a tiny squeak. Two black eyes peaked out in the torchlight. The rat turned and ran into a grate and I followed.

I climbed through a sewer pipe and the rat disappeared beneath a ladder. I climbed up what felt like at least a hundred feet and came out in the abandoned subway tunnel. "Brook," I said to myself. Newt might still be with her, and I had to find him and tell him that the witch who had abducted the real Porpetina was right now deep underneath Bronxvitch. The rat appeared again on the tracks. "I need to find Newt Scamander," I told it. "He might be in Brook Lynam's room." It started running down the subway tracks. I chased the rodent and the tunnel expanded and branched out. We passed through the empty common room and down a hallway to a large sewer grate, into a cluttered office lined with framed photographs of magical beasts. "No, we shouldn't be in here," I told the rat. "What if Washingbeard comes back?"

But then I heard a man's voice echoing from somewhere. I looked around and saw a messy pile of trunks, one of them open. Peering into it, I yelled "Lumos!"

There was a large, dank stone room inside of the trunk. I screamed and ducked out of the way. The monstrous Nutrisore flew out and hovered in the middle of Washingbeard's office. It rested midair, cleaning itself like a puppy with its surprisingly dainty fingers. I looked back down and saw a buck naked Newt Scamander, with a petite girl on her knees in front of him. The busty demon was reaching out toward his manhood with her mouth open wide.