My Crystal Ball is Down Here, Part 1 (Absorption/Body Part TF) (Patreon)

No sooner had she placed the crystal ball on the desk than the suicidal piece of glasswear rolled to the edge, making her squeal and leap to catch it. The stupid thing had cost half her paycheck--she couldn’t break it before she’d cast a single spell!

Having made sure the ball wasn’t going to roll off again, she settled carefully into the chair and searched for her grimoire. Sunlight poured through the open window of her bedroom, making the crystals shimmer and the potion bottles shine. Outside, a bird sang happily on the branch of the nearby oak tree. Eye twitching, she wondered if she should close the curtains and light some candles instead–would that be a better atmosphere, or was that more for seances? Ugh, she really wished she’d taken the course on Magical Aesthetics. 

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath to calm herself. No. No, Amelia. You’ve made your decision, and now you’re going to stick to it. If she didn’t cast it now, she’d never cast it ever, and then what would her sisters think about her? Those obnoxious magical prodigies thought they were so much better than her, but if anything could prove she was as good a witch as them, it was this: Divination was the hardest branch of magic–what better way to show them up than by successfully casting a Divination spell?

She decided not to close the window. Satisfied her crystal ball was stable on its pillow, she groped for the grimoire and, successfully grasping it, opened it with a creak from the spine. As she flipped through its pages, she put her last thoughts of hesitation out of her mind. She was going to cast this spell no matter what it took from her. 

…Besides, what was the worst that could happen? It was only scrying. 

At last, she found the appropriate page. Squinting, she read: “Leto’s Clairvoyance, 9th Level. Divination (Scrying)...”

Rolling her eyes, she read on. She knew all that stuff already! 

Beneath the spell description was a big ‘Warning!’ in red ink. “This spell is recommended only for the use of experienced diviners. Unrestricted clairvoyance is not for the unprepared.”

Amelia rolled her eyes again. She’d read all that as well! It’s too late, spellbook! I’ve made up my mind. Now, where was the important part? 

Scanning the page, she came at last to the part she wanted: the instructions detailing the spell’s actual casting. She’d read them already in the library, of course, and they were surprisingly simple for such a high-level spell. All she had to do was place her hands on the crystal ball and say the magic words. Simple. 

Well, in theory, anyway. In practice, there was a lot more to spellcasting than simple actions and words–if she didn’t control her mana exactly right, the spell could go completely off the rails, just like the one she’d cast at her seventh birthday party. That poor clown…

Of course, she was much older and much more experienced with her mana than she had been back then. Now, she might not have much experience with Divination Magic specifically, but she was pretty good at all the other stuff, for the most part.

Swallowing the anxiety creeping up out of her throat, Amelia took another deep breath and placed her hands on the glass. All she had to do was say the magic words and see what the ball had to show her. That was all. There was nothing to it. 

A bead of sweat dripped from her brow. Outside, the bird on the tree sang its song again. Downstairs, her sisters chattered away happily, probably telling each other how beautiful and talented they were. She grimaced. She had to do it. 

Tightening her grip on the ball, she took one last breath. Here went nothing. “Senrigan!” 

Her magical energy rose with a ferocious crack, like a flame fed the world’s most potent fuel, and spiralled into a rainbow down her arms and into the ball, which started to shine like a light bulb. Amelia snapped back, wincing at the glare–only the last thread of her common sense kept her hands on the orb. She had to keep them on it, no matter how crazy things got, or the spell would end immediately. 

She really didn’t like how it was shaking though.

Like an overpressured boiler, the crystal ball bounced and rattled and shook, threatening to leap off her desk and throw itself out of the window. If she weren’t holding tight, it probably would have already, and if she hadn’t put it on a pillow, it probably would have shattered. Magical energy surged down her arms and through the glass, making it glow like it would explode at any second, and making her sweat like she was going to melt. M-maybe it had been a mistake. Maybe she shouldn’t have cast such a challenging spell. Maybe–

Just like that, the crystal ball stopped rattling, and with a fizzle like a staticky TV, the magical energy curling inside it resolved into an image. 

Amelia almost leapt from her desk. It had worked! It had worked! Ahahahahahaha! This’d show her stupid sisters! Neither of them could cast as amazing a spell as this! Grinning, she leaned in close so she could actually see what it was showing, and squinted. It looked like flesh. Quite a lot of flesh, actually.

As her eyes neared the ball, she felt a strange sense of suction, drawing her closer, closer, closer still. She didn’t resist it–in fact, she wanted to get nearer. She was having such a hard time making out what was in the glass. Were those…? Were those boobs?!

With an almost audible schlorp, she found herself sucked forward. Only instead of striking the glass headfirst like she’d expected, she slipped through it like she was dipping her head into a pool. One moment she was breathing air, the next she was underwater, surrounded on all sides by something warm and soft and inviting. 

She gasped in shock, struggling to breathe, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t surface. She couldn’t even open her mouth and scream–it was like she didn’t have a mouth at all anymore. What was going on?! The spell hadn’t said anything about this. Nnn~! Her body felt so big and squishy and jiggly, like she’d gained twenty stone in an instant. And, even weirder, like she’d been split in half. Like there were two of her. And–nnn!–so erogenous. She’d never felt so sensitive in her life. Where was she? What kind of future was this? 

“Mmmm~,” said a voice, “she’s so confused, nya.”

Nya? thought Amelia. 

Someone else giggled, and this time, she felt the sensation coming from deep inside her, rippling through her body like she was a lake struck by a stone. “Do nyou think we should explain what’s happening, nya? Or should we let her figure it out on her own?” 

What’s happening to me…? thought Amelia, with increasing panic. Had she screwed up the spell so badly she’d sent her soul into a demon or something? No, that was absurd! You couldn’t just turn one kind of spell into another like that! It would be like… like accidentally summoning people with a memory spell! Even the idea was idiotic!

“Let’s give her a clue at least,” said the first speaker, and before Amelia could wonder what that meant, a head appeared. A young woman’s head… only, with bright pink hair, cat’s ears, and golden eyes, their pupils slitted. Their owner was grinning, grinning like a demon, and Amelia could see fangs in those teeth. She wanted to scream, but her own mouth refused to open.

Licking her lips, the catgirl raised her hands and, flexing her fingers with a smug grin of amusement, dug them into Amelia’s flesh. 

In an instant, hot ecstasy ripped through her. Searing pleasure, more intense than anything she’d ever felt in her life. It was like her entire body had become her breasts and someone had taken it in their hands and started groping them. Nnnnn~! Ah! Ah! Her nipples–it felt like she still had nipples–were so hard she couldn’t bear it. 

“Ooo, she’s enjoying that, nya. Go on, give her nyipples a little tweak…” 

With a smug grin, the catgirl released her, wiggled her fingers playfully and, licking her lips, grabbed what were apparently Amelia’s nipples. Internally, she screamed, writhing and shaking as the ecstasy of it tore through her. It felt as if the catgirl were pinching her nipples and two of her clit and tugging on her tongue for good measure. She’d never felt anything like it.

Finally, just as Amelia was certain she would break, the catgirl released her. “Fufufu… I think she really likes it, nya. I almost want to hold back, in case we break her…” 

In her head, Amelia whimpered. What did that mean? 

Someone–the person she was seemingly attached to–snorted. “Pfft. Nyou know that’s nyot true, nya. Nyou’ve been waiting to stick it in them from the moment I zapped her.” 

St-stick it in them? Wh-what are–? 

“It’s true…” admitted the catgirl. “So let’s cut to the chase, nya.” And stepping back, she grasped her tight, clinging white leotard and, as if it were made of paper, ripped it apart. 

With a sproing, something long and hard and veiny, sprang into the open, flopping right in Amelia’s face. It took her a second to realize exactly what she was looking at. A p-p-p-p–

The catgirl giggled. “I think she understands a little better nyow, nya.” 

A pair of hands grabbed Amelia’s altered body, sinking deep into the fat of her twin halves. She screamed with pleasure, begging them to stop, and even as she did, their owner tightened their grip, wrenched her apart, and wrapped her big, jiggly body around the rod of flesh before her. She screamed again as she felt its girth. 

“Mmmm,” said the pink-haired catgirl. “I’ve been waiting for this titjob forever…”

N-no… No…! thought Amelia. I can’t be boobs! That’s impossible! I can’t–! I can’t be…! 

Pulling back her hips, the catgirl thrust. In the same moment, Amelia squeezed her and rubbed, so that she slid down the length of the vast cock even as it forced its way through her. The combined sensation was like a spear to the brain. Mind aflame, Amelia screamed, losing herself to the utter, unbearable ecstacy. 

The catgirl pulled back, thrust again, pulled back, thrust again, pulled back… Amelia’s owner worked her in time with the motion, up and down, up and down, and up and down, rhythmic and insistent, each motion a fresh spike of pleasure, as if a piston were firing straight into her vagina, again and again, each blow more orgasmic than the last. Amelia screamed and screamed and screamed, losing herself to the ecstasy of it.

Oh Gosh. Oh Gosh. Oh Gosh, it feels so good! Nnnnn~! Harder! Harder! Harder! Please, fuck me more! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!

Finally, her owner gave one last harsh pump, and Amelia felt the cock inside her throb. An instant later, and it had pulled out, and before she even knew how to react, something hot and sticky sprayed her all over. 

“Nyaaaaah~,” said the pink-haired catgirl. “That felt good, nya.” 

Trembling, the world started to sink. Amelia found herself rising, as if whatever chain were binding her here had snapped, and she could finally resurface. Ten minutes ago, she would have swam desperately, gasping for air. Now she could only float there, too stunned to make any move at all, as she rose higher and higher, closer and closer to release and–

She flew back, knocking over her chair and striking the floor with a thump. With a harsh bang, her crystal ball exploded, spraying shards of glass everywhere.

As they tinkled to the floor around her, Amelia realized she wasn’t breathing. Taking a deep breath, she clutched her chest and moaned. What was that? What had just happened to her? And why did she want to feel it again?!

“Amelia?” called her sister. “Amelia, what are you up to up there?” 

Ignoring her, Amelia made her way to the desk and the ruins of her crystal ball. She might not be able to scry again, but there might be something else she could do instead… If that was her future she’d seen… If she was destined to end up as a pair of giant, jiggling boobs… Maybe there was a way she could bring it about even sooner.

As a matter of fact, she had just the spell in mind…