Sorcerous Blood Pt. 02

"Come on... just a little tighter!" Elyra adjusted the layered wrapping on her chest with a hint of frustration. It was nice for her breasts to be so small again, but with only a handful of days' experience binding her chest the thief found it was far from an exact science. There was no way to make her chest look completely flat, but when she had it compressed enough that some layering would bring back her androgynous look she considered it good enough.

The key to pickpocketing wasn't the slight of hand, or not getting caught. All of that was a load of bull as far as Elyra cared. Everyone gets caught eventually. It's a fact of life. The only people that come close to perfect are the gods, and even they all have their fair shares of mistakes. No, the key to pickpocketing was two simple facts: Be faster and smarter than whoever you pickpocket, and be as plain as you can while you do it.

A short brunette woman with a flat chest and her hair hidden by a hood could be misremembered as a man, or an adolescent girl. A buxom brunette with one-of-a-kind mana tits, meanwhile, was hard to disguise... at least, without spells. But she still had to figure out the whole mana problem before she could think about that.

The marketplace was the pickpocketing location of choice for many a ne'er-do-well, but Elyra would never. Instead, she ventured into the local park of her town. People in the market know they have money on them and know it makes them a target. People in the park have their guard down. They're there to relax. More importantly, the people who have time to relax in a park in the middle of a workday are often well off.

It was like taking candy from a baby, honestly. Elyra wove quietly through the shadows of the park until she found her mark, and then imparted a simple and effective strategy: She ran right into her target.

"Ouf!" The man hit the ground, and Elyra stumbled to the ground in front of him.

"S-sorry!" Elyra pitched her voice up an octave, stumbling over herself and the man as she scrambled to her feet. "Hey! Wait for me!" As quickly as she collided with the man, she was off. Whether he thought she was an airheaded young woman, a deviant in the middle of some unrelated-to-him crime, or a kid playing catch-up didn't matter.

The small pouch she'd practically yanked from the man during their fall was loaded with a decent scattering of coins. Mostly copper, some silver. The kind of money a normal person would be livid about losing while a well-off man might see it as mere pocket money. A lucky score for her first one of the day, though that wasn't always a good thing -- the sooner she scores big, the more chance the park is "burnt" for the day.

'I can probably handle a week or two of food with this if I go cheap, but that doesn't cover water, clothes, or the books I'll need.' The day was still young, and the park was decently sized. She would just wait a short while, then go to the other side of the park in search of another mark. While she doubted she'd get more than some copper from the rest of her marks for the day, that copper would add up.

She needed it to, if she wanted to get ahead of what was to come.

"STOP! THIEF!"

Okay, now was the time to go into the market.

It may seem strange running into the place where people expected theft while being actively chased for doing exactly that, but the beauty was that what worked against her now worked for her. If you run into a crowd full of thieves, and someone is running after you yelling that you're one?

The sudden stumbling and crashing into one another that came from the handful of delinquents and thieves thinking they're the one that was caught is far, far too useful to pass up.

A few hours of off-and-on pickpocketing was a good deal, Elyra felt. She wove through the marketplace, scrambling and crawling at points when it suited her more than a proper sprint and weaving through the crowd like paper in a breeze when that fared better. There was a slight tightness in her chest as the pressure of the bindings felt greater than it had that morning, but she tried not to mind it.

Elyra slid into an alleyway, and with a learned precision she scrambled back and forth between the opposing walls to climb atop one of the buildings' sloped roof. The chaos carried on below and past, and the brunette thief sighed in relief at her safety.

'I need to get these bindings off...' It'd been about a day since she milked herself, and the bindings were already feeling less viable. Enough discomfort and pain would cut into her ability to focus, and losing some androgyny might have to be the tradeoff she made. Strangely though, as she maneuvered over the rooftops back towards her home, her tights felt a bit... well, tight. Like someone cast shrinking magic on them after she put them on.

Now, Elyra wasn't stupid. Her breasts were growing through magic, so suspiciously tight pants that fit just fine earlier in the day painted a clear possibility for her. Down she slid into the chimney of her borrowed home, tucking and rolling out into the bedroom in which the fireplace was located.

She unhooked a small string of coin sacks from her belt beneath the cover of her cloak and tossed them on the bed in a practiced motion. Off came her cloak, then her tunic, then her under-shirt, and finally her boots and gloves to leave her in her tights and bindings.

A single glance in her dented metal mirror confirmed her suspicions. Her petite thighs held more volume, her hips sitting out farther to either side while the gap between her legs was practically gone. Turning to the side betrayed that her butt hadn't gotten out unscathed, her hands falling down to touch it and finding that the added flesh made it softer.

"Great. Just great. Now how do I milk that." Groaned Elyra sardonically.

Off came the bindings next, and the relief was immediate. Her breasts hung heavier and larger than when she'd gone out that morning, wobbling faintly with the shaky sigh that bubbled out beyond her control. She definitely wasn't binding them again. Elyra suppressed a wince as she touched one, feeling the tenderness of flesh that had been getting crushed and abused over the day of thievery.

It occurred to her that she could probably milk herself again. It'd take less time if she did it now too, and she might not get so overwhelmed if it was done in smaller bursts either. But she didn't have another cask to store the mana in, and the thought of having to milk herself of mana still felt dehumanizing enough that she'd rather endure having a supple chest.

She sorted the copper and silver into piles and groups to make counting easier, while her mind wandered. The chances that her lower body filling out had to do directly with her mana was low, but the alternative was that she'd been cursed or had a spell cast on her at some point in the day. Or, maybe, it was from a previous day and she didn't notice until now?

'Another thing I'll have to look into when I get the books. Maybe it's because I was compressing my breasts and the mana had to go somewhere else?' If that was the case, then she knew she'd have to wait until she had a proper spell to cast and burn mana before she could deal with the extra width to her hips.

With how big her breasts already were compared to day two of the last week (thanks to their apparent head start at no longer being flat when empty, Elyra seethed), she was undeniably certain that tomorrow would be the last day she could pickpocket for the week. After that, it was clothes shopping, grocery shopping, and book shopping.

She considered going out to shop now, spending the latter portion of the day being proactive, but as unmemorable as she tried to be, Elyra knew that a change of clothes might not be enough to avoid getting recognized within hours of committing her crime. A night of sleep was usually enough to blur the faces of people you've only seen once or twice, so she was stuck inside until tomorrow.

'I wish I had any books on magic, I could spend the rest of the day reading and practicing instead of chancing a misfire every time I try to cast purely on my imagination and feelings.' Elyra lamented, laying on her back and letting her hands rub her legs anxiously. The slight sink of her fingers into her thighs wasn't a bad feeling... but no, she couldn't let herself like it. It got in the way of the only method she had to make a living.

Elyra pulled her hands away and forced them to clasp behind her head. Whatever her next step was, after all that sprinting and roof-running, a nap was in order. The problems she was carrying could be problems for the Elyra of tomorrow...

Tomorrow came and went, as did the day after, and even the day after that. It was easy to forget that she was dealing with an ever-increasing buildup of mana when wearing her enchanted bra. It was made even easier seeing as she refused to take it off even when sleeping. The bra not only disgused the true size of her chest, but it seemed to dull her perception of them in order to make the illusion true for Elyra herself just as much as the people around her.

She could feel the weight of her breasts increasing over the hours, and she could feel the increasing pressure from the mana built up over the past five days, but her inability to perceive it in full meant it was more like a mild annoyance; white noise she quickly got used to tuning out while out pickpocketing.

Yes, Elyra wasted no time in using this temporary measure to go right back to her usual behavior for better or for worse. It gave her time to not only build up a handful of copper and a couple dozen silver coins, but even an old dingy gold coin. The gold would go towards buying a book that taught her more than the bascis for her mana, she'd already decided. That way when she knew what she was doing she could deal with more than just her breasts.

The first thing the thief had to learn was a basic form-shifting spell. Not even anything so fancy as to turn her into a whole other person, but instead a simple spell that let her adjust her proportions within a limited range. This was because whatever was causing her lower half to grow had continued over the past few days -- in fact, it was the reason she had to call it quits for the week instead of pushing her luck even further.

'If it wasn't for how eye-catching it looks I don't think I'd even hate it. Suits me a lot more than the udders I'm probably sporting in that bra.' Elyra surveyed her form in the old dented mirror, trailing her hands down her petite waist and over the dramatic flare of her hips. Either leg was as thick as her torso, with her thighs pushed firmly together and encouraging her to retain a wider stance than she would like. There was no hiding the extreme change in shape, and in a way having no breasts to counterbalance her lower body's new width almost made it seem more prominent than it would've.

Elyra's only solace was that she had the sense whatever it was had done this to her was starting to ramp down (yes, she still had no idea what was causing this secondary growth). The growth over her fifth day of the week pickpocketing hadn't been nearly as dramatic as the previous days. Despite that she had the feeling that, before the growth stopped completely, she'd see her form become even more exaggerated. It was just the difference between the growth halving every day instead of feeling like it was doubling.

'I should be glad I got those stretchy tights, but now I just feel like they have me way too comfortable with this.' The brunette would grant anyone that asked the fact that having two easy solutions to her different forms of growth had sown some complacency, but it was all in the interest of solving the problem in the end!

The fact that her first plans were a spell to hide her new figure instead of reversing it should've told her that wasn't entirely true. But then, that was also to ignore the potential utlility of this new body of hers. If she got caught committing a crime and couldn't talk her way out of it (or run away fast enough), well then it would just be a matter of dispelling the illusion she'd have in play and using her buxom body to tempt her would-be captors...

... On second thought, maybe whatever was ruining her petite body was ruining her brain too, if that's where she went. The moment she had to start forging sultry, intimate moments with complete strangers to stay out of trouble would have to be the day she packed up and moved onto the next town. You don't remember the androgynous thief of indiscriminate age, but you do remember the sexy thief rogue who you dicked down behind the general store.

'Damnit, stop finding that so attractive!' So maybe her libido was being tickled a little ever since she milked herself. Sue her! Between her breasts being so damn large (not that she's dared to take off the bra even once since getting it, she just knew they had to be big after three more days) and her hips beind so fiendishly wide she had enough problems to deal with, without ever touching on her sudden increased sex drive.

Besides, she could control that, unlike the phyusical changes she was being pushed through.

Elyra turned to get dressed (she had to get to the book store before it closed!), but the thought of her breasts' true size kept nagging at her. She held her undershirt in her hands, but her eyes kept jumping down to the tube of cloth wrapped around her washboard chest.

'I shouldn't.'

But people do things they shouldn't all the time.

She slid a single finger under the lip of the fabric, and her heart thumped in her chest. Slowly and carefully, she gave a small tug. After days of being flat again she almost expected to look down into the top and see nothing. Instead, she saw a depthful cleavage, and as she pulled further the underwear stretched and let her see more. She wasn't just seeing it though, she was feeling it too. Feeling the pressure, feeling her head spin as more and more cleavage came into view. They had to be bigger than they were when she milked herself, she concluded.

Elyra also knew she had to stop pulling. The pressure was intense, so much so that she was panting and even drooling beyond her notice. Her breasts were stretching the bottom band of the fabric with so much of their mass exposed to reality again, and if she kept pulling she was certain they'd slip out of the bottom with their sheer weight.

Maybe she should let them, though. She had more milk casks now, freshly emptied through some ravenous drinking over the past few days. Maybe, a voice in the back of Elyra's mind cooed, she should keep pulling until her ridiculous jugs of mana flopped out and she helplessly milked herself to an orgasm like some glorified sow-

"NO." She pulled the fabric of the bra flush to her chest again just in time for a drop of her drool to fall onto the enchanted underwear and dampen it. What was that? What was she thinking!? Was the pressure really so bad that she thought that was the key?

'I'm going to the store, I'm buying the first book on mana control I see, and then I'm making a spell that dumps all my mana into the center of the planet for all that I care.' Elyra's dressed herself with shaking hands, trying to ignore the phantom sensations of that presure so intense that it had looped around to being blissful.

This was a curse, it had to be. She pickpocketed a witch or a hag and they cursed her. That had to be it.

Elyra pushed her mind to anywhere but her chest during the walk to the library, but with that brief glimpse into the reality of her body it was hard to ignore all the subtle sensations that still existed past the perception filter of the underwear. The faint bouncing and shaking of her tits every time she took a step, the dull white noise that told her she was so full of mana her chest might explode, the sensitivity as her swollen and puffy nipples rubbed against whatever phantom fabric existed within the void of compression stowing her chest.

Once she was at the book store it was a lot easier to focus on other things, busying herself with finding the exact book that would help her out. But it didn't keep her from wondering a very, very dangerous thought.

What would happen if she figured out the spell and then just... let herself keep growing? How long could she get away with wearing the bra before something gave and she used her new knowledge to drain herself?

Elyra felt ashamed at the shvier of excitement that made her hips rock in the middle of the book store.