Romancing the Sorceress Part 7

Well would you look at that? Legalities of consent aside (which would not go in favor of the Sorceress here), it seems like this may turn out as a fun time for both the Sorceress and Mary. Let's see how it continues to unfold.

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Roughly a half hour later, Mary's stomach had gotten to roughly the size of a beachball and was still going strong. The bloating pressure had slowed to a consistent level, settling in a spot that felt like she had drank a couple steins of beer in a row. Nothing had grazed her expanding gut since it started growing, so with no frame of reference for her brain to tell that the sack of fat filling up in front of her was her own stomach, it sort of felt like she just had a fat suit on that was being filled up.

The Sorceress hovered around her like a hawk, watching her spell work. "It appears I've gotten this one down pretty well," she commented, "The deer have been good practice, but performing these spells on people can be much more complicated. At this rated, you'll be too wide to fit through the door in no time." She giggled and continued, "I am thankful for your intrusion though," Mary's ears perked up. She managed to steady her voice well enough to ask, "Why's that, Sorceress?" The Sorceress beamed, "The protection spell I cast on this place tends to only last a few decades, and it's a little difficult for me to tell when it's deteriorated," she swooped about as she talked. Mary was finding it harder and harder to contain how turned on this was all making her. The Sorceress swooped in closer, continuing, "About the only time I can tell that the spell has worn off is when innocent little wanderers like yourself find their way in here."

Mary was finding herself curious and felt bold enough to ask, "Sorceress, if I may ask, what happened the last time you had any wanderers in here?" The Sorceress stopped her swooping and gave a stern glare at Mary, still never breaking her smirk, "Oh my dear little blob, I was in a good mood that day so I decided to pleasure her until she couldn't remember her own name, let alone that she had come in here. I let her stagger back off into the woods and never heard from her again." Normally that would be a huge red flag, but at this point Mary just felt a little bit relieved that the Sorceress' answer meant that she would likely at least survive the encounter. She kept that thought in mind as her stomach continued to inflate.