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Megail was a serious businesswoman who took a guiding role in the world economy, so she really didn't like how much time she was spending thinking about tits lately.

For most of her life, her breasts had just been a part of her that needed to be managed. Embarrassing at first, then a source of unwanted attention that she had attempted to bind before it started to hurt. As an adult, she had accepted that her appearance would affect how people treated her and worked it into her overall approach to business. In recent years, with Simon and Iris and other lovers, she had accepted that they could be a source of pleasure.

Recently, however, there had been strange changes: a throbbing in her chest, or a tingling that was more than just pleasure. That seemed like the sort of thing that might happen to succubi, or young women with overactive imaginations, but not her. Not intrinsically unpleasant, though the increased sensitivity at all times was. Sometimes when she felt the resonance in her breasts, she almost felt as though they were no longer part of her.

After ignoring it to focus on more important matters for some time, Megail eventually decided that she shouldn't neglect the matter any longer. The question was who to ask. Iris was her usual colleague when it came to sexual magic, but the other woman would be likely to treat this emotionally since it seemed almost like a health problem. Yarra was the sex magic guru, but would likely become lecherous. Trying to bring up something like this with the arcane specialists... no, that seemed impossible.

Which left one obvious choice, who Megail found in the library.

"I wanted to discuss an unusual problem," Megail said. "Regarding my, uh, chest."

Riala lowered the book she was reading and examined her with a slight quirk at the corners of her lips. She recognized how serious this was to Megail, however, and didn't tease. Instead she set down her book and asked entirely reasonable questions, treating the changes as a health concern instead of a sexual one.

"From an impression of your sexual aura," Riala told her, "I think that you seem entirely healthy, but I do feel a change. An odd one, actually."

"Could that be a sign of a greater problem?" Megail asked. "Because if it's nothing, I can ignore it."

"No, I don't think you'd be comfortable with that." Riala rose and touched Megail's shoulder to guide her toward an unoccupied part of the magical laboratories. "Let me investigate properly and put the matter to rest for you. You'll need to disrobe."

Once they were alone, Riala gestured for her to start and Megail removed her shirt and undergarments without hesitation. Despite the succubus in front of her, and despite the number of times they'd been together in orgies, the environment felt strangely nonsexual.

"I'm going to begin with a few standard examination spells," Riala explained as she started to cast. "You shouldn't feel anything other than a minor magical tingling."

Megail waited, feeling nothing in particular except satisfaction that she'd made the correct decision: Iris would have been blushing right now and Yarra would have been grabbing. Somehow everything felt more professional with Riala, perhaps because they had both spent many years operating professionally, albeit in very different fields.

"You're not imagining things," Riala told her. "There's been a subtle shift on a deeper magical level, with unclear causes and effects. Have you noticed any changes like decreased back pain recently?"

"I suppose so," Megail said with a frown. It was difficult to be sure, given all the sexual magic flying around, not to mention the divine shard within her. "But I'm used to better health and eternal youth. This feels much more intense."

"You shouldn't worry, but I do think we should get to the bottom of this. I'm going to use some more intensive analysis spells."

The next wave of magic gently cascaded over Megail's chest and she felt herself responding, though there was none of the strange throbbing. Just a bit of heat, and her nipples hardened. She had an irrational urge to cover her chest and forced herself to keep her shoulders straight.

"Is that an unusual reaction?" Megail asked.

"You're just responding to the magic," Riala explained in a clinical tone. "A natural reaction and nothing to be concerned about."

As the spells progressed, Megail had to admit that a part of her was becoming aroused, and if she understood Riala properly, she had no one else to blame. This wasn't lust magic, merely analysis. Yet the way Riala treated it so matter-of-factly helped Megail relax: this was just her body and didn't need to define her as a person. If more people had treated her this way when she was young, perhaps she would have been mentally healthier.

"I have some good news: there's no sign of magical disorder and it isn't a sexual weakness." Riala folded her arms and regarded Megail thoughtfully. "So far I haven't felt the resonance you described, but I think I need a more direct test. Everything so far has been non-sexual, but the next step... would not be."

"That's fine," Megail said gruffly. After a second she felt a little guilty and made herself smile at the other woman. "I've always felt very comfortable with you, Riala. I place myself in your hands."

"Then just relax," Riala said, sliding behind her. "Don't particularly worry about anything you should or shouldn't be feeling, just let the sensations come."

Riala slipped a hand up her stomach to cup one of Megail's breasts and this touch was definitely NOT clinical. Even before she sensed any magic, Megail felt a surge of pleasure. Her back arched, pressing her breast and its aching nipple into the other woman's hand. When Riala began to massage her, Megail let out a shockingly loud moan as the pleasure radiated through her chest.

There it was: the intense throbbing. Something deep within her was responding to the touch and her entire body was resonating. Everything about the sensation was pleasant except for the loss of control: Megail wasn't Lynine, she was usually in command of her own pleasure.

"I think I understand." Riala's lips against Megail's neck made her shiver. The other woman remained behind her, no longer massaging but simply holding her breasts in a familiar way. "That's quite a strong reaction. How would you like to deal with all that built-up lust?"

"Maybe..." Megail took a shuddering breath. "Maybe later. Now I need answers."

"Of course. You can clothe yourself again." Riala slipped away and Megail almost moaned away at the loss, her skin tingling everywhere they'd touched. She had to admit that she felt very comfortable with Riala embracing her like that.

Once Megail had her clothes back on she felt in control again, though her chest was still maddeningly sensitive and her undergarments felt entirely wrong. All the lust had vanished from Riala's eyes, however, and she regarded Megail with somber professionalism.

"I believe you've undergone a partial transformation," the succubus explained to her. "Not something I've seen before, but the principles are understandable. I imagine that your chest has received a considerable amount of attention, from both Simon and Iris?"

"Among others," Megail said stiffly. They were both professionals in the same harem, so she refused to blush or let this be awkward. "That is... an accurate statement."

"What we're seeing is an intense saturation of magic. Simon's influence is obvious and carefully neutral. However, we're also seeing the divine magic within you responding and, as an unexpected variable, the mixture of divine and sexual magic from Iris has had an impact. All of this has soaked into your breasts on a fundamental level, leading to several changes."

Megail stared in disbelief. "Are you saying I have magic tits?"

"Not precisely," Riala said with a wry grin. "But your natural magic cycle will be more sensitive, perhaps oversensitive. I can see how that would be inconvenient, but the other changes would be... well, it would be up to you to decide whether or not they're good or bad."

As she considered, Megail realized that she had often felt more pleasure from her chest, including when Riala had touched her just now. She had been distracted by the throbbing and what she now understood was magical resonance. Part of her wanted to insist that things should go back to the way they had been, but... her life had already changed a great deal, and many of those changes had been good.

"What happens next is up to you," Riala told her. "We could stabilize the resonance and likely remove all effects, if we institute some changes. But no harm will come from this, and it could be positive... if that's something you want."

"The only issue is how sensitive they are," Megail decided. "Everything else, I can live with, if it's not a problem."

"I think that succubus clothing might be more appropriate for you, and I believe we have a mutual colleague who would be exceedingly interested in helping you with that..."

That idea left Megail with the impression of flouncing around in a succubus bikini, but when Riala handed her off to Iris, the solution was nothing of the sort. Iris completely understood the professionalism that Megail desired, even if she was turned on by it. Instead of giving her any kind of ridiculous outfit, she mostly discussed the types of materials that might be most comfortable.

Iris had no need to measure her, because she was already intimately familiar with Megail's body. Somehow that wasn't embarrassing, though it did make Megail's chest throb.

Soon enough Iris completed several chest wraps in a very similar style to those Megail already wore. One minimized her chest without compressing it uncomfortably, one was the most straightforwardly comfortable bra Megail had ever worn, and one lifted her chest to emphasize it. Megail was very unlikely to wear the last one outside the base, but she had to admit that it made her look good.

More importantly, all of them were made from a silky material that felt wonderful against her skin, and while wearing them she no longer felt the strange resonance. Even though all the interactions with Iris had Megail extra sensitive, when she pulled on her shirt she no longer felt any discomfort.

"Do you like it?" Iris asked shyly.

"These are excellent," Megail reassured her. "It feels similar to your clothes, am I right?"

"Yes, I used some succubus techniques. Some of our clothing is made to project sexual magic, but it can also armor. The most important thing is that you should be comfortable, but would also be more defended against hostile sexual magic. Not that, uh, that is likely to be relevant."

"Thank you, Iris."

"You're welcome." Iris was still squirming a little, avoiding her gaze. "I... hope you aren't unhappy about any of this. Riala explained that some of this is probably because of me. I would never want to change you, not into something you don't want to be."

Clad in her new garments, Megail felt confident again, so she stepped closer and tugged her succubus lover closer. Iris immediately cooed and melted against her, though she still looked up in concern.

"I'm not upset at all," Megail assured her. "Let's just find out what this change can mean."

She slipped a hand underneath Iris's skirt and found the other woman's pussy soaking wet, easily accepting two fingers. Now that she understood what was happening to her, Megail felt surprisingly powerful, as if the currents of sexual magic were under her control. Iris moaned and clung to her, massaging Megail's breasts through her shirt.

When Megail felt the resonance, she realized that she could control it, at least like this. If she had wanted to, she could have refused the pleasure. But here with Iris, who loved her so dearly, what would be the point in that? Megail chuckled and eased the other woman to the nearest bed, then began to let herself enjoy it.

Over the coming weeks, Megail came to fully understand the changes to her body. Her breasts were definitely more sensitive, though that was no longer uncomfortable thanks to her new undergarments. It wasn't, as Riala assured her, like some women who had become sexual addicts and fell apart at the slightest touch.

On the other hand, when Megail wanted to indulge, she could receive a shocking amount of pleasure from her breasts. Now that she wasn't nervous about the change, she could embrace just how good it felt. Any touch in an orgy felt amazing, and when her chest rubbed against one of the succubi she felt a resonance there that was alluring in a way that she hadn't experienced before.

For the most part, however, it just made her best sex better. When she straddled Simon, of course she felt ecstasy from the way his cock filled her and her hips ground her clit against him. But now she felt equally intense pleasure from her breasts rubbing against his chest. When she kissed him and he poured sexual magic into her, the pleasure overflowed so much that everywhere their torsos touched seemed to be white-hot.

For a woman who insisted she didn't particularly care about titfucking, Megail spent a surprising amount of time with a cock between her breasts. It was easy for her to orgasm that way now, even without Simon's help, and sometimes she enjoyed letting him mount her chest, take control, and fuck her into a stupor.

But Simon, more than the others, understood her lingering uncertainty about the changes. Sometimes she intentionally kept the pleasure at bay, wrapping the sexual magic around him to control his pleasure instead of letting it overwhelm her. The result was simply pleasant, not ecstatic, and the succubi would no doubt be baffled by why Megail would possibly make sex less pleasurable. From the way Simon smiled at her, she knew that he understood that she wanted to feel that sense of control over her own body sometimes too.

Of course Iris wanted to take advantage, sometimes pressing Megail onto her back and lavishing attention all over her chest, attention that could now bring her to orgasm without any other stimulation. Only Simon had a close to comparable ability to control her pleasure with a hand on her chest, though his attention was firm and masculine. Megail hoped to get both of them worshiping her chest at some point so she could enjoy both sensations at once.

"I love you so much," Iris murmured in post-coital bliss. The succubus kissed her one more time, then settled lower, using Megail's breasts as a pillow. Megail felt her body resonating in response, yet the magic was only companionable now, without any urgent sense of need.

"Love you too," Megail whispered back, holding the other woman to her chest.

There had been a time when she was young that she'd hated her breasts, thinking of them as a distraction that would prevent anyone from taking her seriously. Could that young Megail have possibly imagined that she would do all these things and have a succubus lover worshiping her like this? No, probably not, but it was a good thing that she had continued to grow... even along sexual lines.

Megail settled into the bed and held Iris gently as they drifted toward sleep. She was still a serious businesswoman, but it was fine to think about this sort of thing sometimes.

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I was partway through this when I stopped and thought, "What is this and who exactly is it for?" But I have to consider marketing and audiences in every other aspect of my career, so screw it, this is just a weird story I wanted to explore. If you're looking for a more conventional short story, next week's will go straight for the heart.