Magic Spell Cumflation Belly Grumbles

I prepare the magic ritual exactly the way the witch instructed me, desperate for bigger breasts and finally ready to try the spell that promises to make them grow beyond anything normal. I look at the jar of cum I’ve been collecting for this very moment, swirl it, whisper the incantation over it, feeling the magic thicken in the air. If I want bigger tits, this is the way. I inhale deeply and drink it down, but it’s so much that I gag and spit some back up, gasping at the overwhelming taste. But the moment it hits my stomach, I feel it — the magic starts working instantly. A tight ache hits my chest, then a warm swell spre behind my nipples, pushing forward, stretching my bra. I stare down in disbelief as my breasts begin to expand right in front of me, fuller, heavier, more sensitive by the second. I gasp and grab them, shocked by how fast they’re growing. But then I feel something else — my belly. A deep rumble sounds from inside me like a pot boiling over. My stomach pushes outw

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