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      Even with Ryan's normally stellar self-control, Dorma could read his face. The idea that she might have pushed him into a homicidal fury aroused her more than ever, and this was a vice she loved to indulge. She basked in Ryan's anger like warm sunlight, slowly undoing her bodice and casting her clothes to the floor. Reaching down to the floor beside the bed, she produced a leather flail and rather large rubber dildo. Ryan's eyes flickered to them and back.
      "Don't worry. They're both for you." Without warning, she drew the flail into a backhanded strike to his face.
      Ryan may have known that, bound as he was, attempting to move was useless, but reflexes like to try things on their own. He was just as surprised as Dorma when his hand caught her arm in mid-swing. Moving his limbs experimentally, he suddenly found he wasn't bound at all. With his other hand, he thrust open-palmed at Dorma's midsection and sent her flying horizontally off of the bed.
      This time it was her turn to be at a loss for words. When she looked up at him from the floor, her face held all the fear of a sadist who's suddenly found theirself in the masochist's place. She flung out an arm at him, but nothing happened; she tried a couple more times before she realized something was preventing her from using magic.
      Ryan had already figured that out. He got up, slowly and meaningfully, and took one step towards her before a blow from behind took him by complete surprise. Staggering, he spun around to see Audrey winding back another punch.
      He ducked under it. "Audrey! It's me, Ryan! They've had you under an illusion! I'm not Tom!"
      While she stopped in mid-draw for a third punch, she didn't reply. Someone behind her did.
      "Fucking right, Doc." Tom had been freed from his bindings as well, taking out the gag and standing up. "Now I'm gonna do you a kindness and let you teach that black bitch whatever lesson you want before I fuck you up beyond repair. In the meantime, I’ll be teaching Audrey a lesson of my own,"
      "That's right!" Audrey said, and swung her third strike at Ryan. He tried to dodge, but was suddenly held in place from behind by Dorma, and the blow landed squarely in his stomach. Dorma demonstrated some very specific anatomical knowledge in how to hold someone immobile; for all Ryan's strength he couldn't readily break it.
      "The illusion is still up!" Dorma hissed in his ear, then laughing about it as Audrey slugged a left cross into his jaw. She was certainly a lot stronger than the average woman, but not enough to do serious damage to him with just a few punches. Her naked breasts danced to their own rhythm as she threw her whole torso into another blow.
      Tom, though, refused to be ignored, and came up behind Audrey as she pulled her fist back again, grabbing her hair and jerking her backwards. Ryan took the moment to break the last of the magical fields woven in the room. As she staggered backwards past him, he grabbed her neck with his other hand, squeezing hard, then spinning around behind her to catch her in a sleeper headlock.
      Her faced flashed from surprise to confusion to fear, and she mangled a half-strangled cry of "Tom?!?"
      "Illusion's over," Ryan said as he shifted his footing and found a grip on Dorma's shoulders. "Now- piss off!" Ryan flipped her overhead, throwing her onto the bed before advancing on Tom.
      "Stay outta this, Doc, you ain't involved. Go fuck up your own bitch while you still can."
      "No. Leave her alone." Audrey struggled and kicked, but Tom managed to keep his hold on her and punished every rebellious kick by buckling her legs and forcing her down as she tried to maintain balance.
      "I'm warning you, Doc,"
      "No, I'm warning YOU. This is NOT the time to fuck with me,"
      Audrey had finally become still, and Tom threw her sideways into the wall, taking special care to see her head took most of the impact. "You wanna do this now? Fine. The bitches can wait," he said, turning back.
      Tom took a swing, but Ryan caught it and seized the man's arm. Leaning back and pulling hard, he pulled Tom off his feat so fast they left the ground, then swiveled in place full circle and swung Tom bodily through the air. He let go after one revolution, and Tom hit the wall before the floor. Ryan didn't wait for him to get back up before grabbing his shoulders, hoisting him upright, and giving him a nasty right-left combo to the chest. A few broken ribs later, Ryan grabbed Tom's shoulders again and slammed his forehead into Tom's nose. He finally pulled Tom away from the wall by his right arm, then twisted it around Tom's back with a sudden jerk that dislocated the joint. Tom fell to his knees from the momentum, much in the same position he had been forcing Audrey into less than a minute earlier.
      "Before, I let you go as easily as I could," Ryan spoke into Tom's ear, quietly, after the initial outburst of pain. "I let you save some face in front of your friends. I showed restraint and mercy. In fact, I still am. If we meet again, if you go near Audrey again, if your name should ever offend my ears one more time, you will be introduced to an abyss of pain and despair beyond your darkest nightmares. And if I see you after that, I'll get creative." Then, with another headbutt to the back of Tom's skull, Ryan dropped the now-unconscious man to the floor and turned his gaze to Dorma.
      She wasn't on the bed. While he had dealt with Tom, she had snuck over to the wall towards what looked like a normal door instead of the darkness-veiled doorways he had seen in the arenas so far. As he spotted her, she dove for the handle, but it opened a split second before she got there.
      Echo clapped from the staircase on the other side. "Bra-VO," she said.

      Willie was practically vibrating as he watched the room below. He could tell the wizards had already arrived and there was a nasty battle going on, with both sides trying to avoid having their magic drained by Willie's little distraction. The fighting would soon spill over, although that wasn't the action Echo wanted in on. He jumped at every loud bang he heard from elsewhere in the complex, and glanced at the doors erratically if they seemed too quiet. If he had a hat, he'd be eating the brim right about now.

      "Echo! What are you doing down here- where's that woman who brought you here?"
      "She's currently indisposed. Sit down."
      "What in the hells is going on?" Ryan asked her.
      "Well, you see, love, they've been subjecting me to the cruelest torture," she replied. Ryan gave her an incredulous look. "They've had you down here having all this sex and not letting me in on it. I considered it most unkind,"
      Ryan gave her a sardonic hmph. "Yeah, well, I hate to disappoint, but recent events have left me not in the mood. Not by a long shot. Not even in the tri-state vicinity, in fact,"
      "You're sure I can't do anything to convince you otherwise?" she replied, her voiced pitched to positively drip innuendo.
      Ryan smiled mirthlessly. "Yeah, make sure that... Look, what is your name, anyway?" he finished, addressing Dorma directly.
      To her credit, Dorma managed to sit up straight and draw a haughty attitude. "Mortal men demand nothing of me!"
      Echo stepped towards the bed, grabbed Dorma around the neck, and hoisted her into the air with one arm. "Blow it out your ass, witch. Her name's Dorma, and their leader is named Janice. I can only assume she's somewhere fighting either the wizards invading this place or dealing with Willie's handiwork."
      "All right, well, just make sure 'Dorma' doesn't go anywhere and bring back friends."
      Ryan walked over to Audrey, who was crouched against the wall, hugging her knees, her massive chest squished from her thighs to her chin. Her neck was still red from Tom's hands. "Audrey, it's OK. Come on, we're getting out of here."
      She looked up him, fear still in her eyes. "Ryan? How do I know it's you?"
      "Easy," he replied, and kissed her. Letting his power flow into her was all she needed to be assured; she unfolded and embraced him.
      Ryan pulled away when he heard Echo tapping her foot meaningfully on the floor. "A-HEM," she said.
      "Who are you, anyway?" Audrey asked Echo.
      "No, we haven't been properly introduced, have we? My name is Echo, and that's my man you're kissing."
      Audrey let go of Ryan and crossed her arms at Echo. "Excuse me?"
      Echo merely smiled and put Dorma back down. "Yes. Sorry to break it to you. Although, you have a very lovely thing going there, very sexy, and I just might be persuaded to share him at least a little bit,"
      "Whoa, whoa, hang on a second there, we can deal with that once we get out of here. Now-"
      Echo interrupted him. "You see, Dorma, Ryan here is a boob man, when all's said and done. I was impressed with Kristen the last room, but you could have done better."
      "'Very lovely thing'?!? I've got ten times the body you do, sister!"
      Ryan buried his face in one hand. "Could we just possibly make sure we get out of here with everyone that doesn't belong here first?" he asked, although it may as well been a rhetorical question. Audrey was staring at Echo in defiance, Echo had been looking forward to this for too long to let it go, and Dorma was looking from one to the other for an opportunity to leave.
      "Yes, it certainly looks that way, doesn't it? I'll have to fix that," Echo shot back. Head lilting back, Echo began growing into her sexed-out amazon form without bothering to strip off her bodice and cape, and Ryan suspected she kept them on to make it more dramatic. The satin and silk strained along the waist and hips, the cape crept up shapely calves, and boobflesh spilled out over the top of the corset. Seams creaked as more tightly packed tit piled over the top, with Echo panting heavily from the sensation. With a ripping sound and a final gasp the corset burst off entirely, and the massive bosom Ryan remembered bounced and jiggled into shape. After resuming their shape, they bounced and jiggled some more. At least a match for Audrey's pair, they looked about a single cup bigger.
      Audrey was surprised, but managed to regain her composure, if for no other reason than she was familiar with this sort of growth. "Oh yeah? Well, I can get bigger too! Ryan?" She looked, but didn't see him. Echo glanced around as well and frowned.
      "He ducked up the staircase a couple seconds ago," said Dorma, who would have followed him, discretely, had he not locked it behind him.
      Echo looked back at Audrey and spoke softly while approaching her. "Aw, don't pout. I know what you wanted him for, and I've got a secret for you," She leaned over to Audrey's right ear, their breasts compressing between them. "I can do it too."
      Audrey drew back in definite surprise, and Echo pulled her head into a deep French kiss. She let herself go, pouring energy into Audrey and her own body. Audrey felt the orgasmic growth of her own twins as electric sex coursed through her lips, but she found the sensation of Echo's breasts growing right against hers to be almost as much of a turn-on.
      When Echo came up for air, Audrey dragged her back under. As much as Echo had been left 'wanting' by watching Ryan have sex, Audrey was hornier still; she had been presented a vision of Ryan waiting for her in that bed, willing and at her mercy, but the magical illusion had in no way made Tom anything near comparable to Ryan.

      "Willie!"
      The poor old man jumped back from the window and amazingly managed to land in a kneeling position.
      "Please donnae hur' me! Tha lass made me do it! She-"
      "Shut up," Ryan cut him off. "Look, can you magic us out of here?"
      "Weeeeeeeeeell, aye, bu' yeh better be makin' sure everyone yeh wants out is in tha same place. Tha magic in this place is buggered fer certain, now, an' we's only gonna ha' one wee shot a' this,"
      "The same room? All of them? Wonderful. Well, it would be best if you can get us back to the Body Shop, although I guess any of their.... why are you shaking your head?"
      "Ahck, there be too much wild magic aboot, an' I cannae garantee we'll wind up anywhere. Not a clue,"
      "Oh, this gets better and better. First things first, then- let's get the other two."

      Gina and Jenna woke up feeling wonderful, but couldn't imagine why. Then they realized they couldn't remember where they were, and this lead to them wondering what happened to their clothes. Before they could ask each other anything, they heard Ryan's voice.
      "You're up? Wonderful. I know you don't know what's going on, but right now I need you to trust me. I'll give you all the answers once you're safe."
      "We're not safe?" Jenna yelled.
      "No, not right now. I'm sorry, it was beyond my control. But I'm putting it right. Will you trust me?"
      "Yes!" said Gina, without hesitation.
      "Gina!" hissed Jenna. An impressive feat for a word without the letter 's'.
      "I trust him! C'mon, you heard Audrey talk about him!"
      "Yeah, Audrey worried me a little bit too," Jenna replied.
      "Jenna!"
      "All right, all right, fine, I trust him,"
      "Thank you," Ryan said. "Now, you're not the only ones I have to help escape this place. On one side of the room is what looks like a doorway with a black veil on it; it leads into another room like this. There's another woman in there- her name is Kristen- and I need to get her out of here too. There will be another doorway in that room just like this one, and you need to get Kristen to go through it with you. Tell her I'll be waiting for her. Through that door, you should meet up with Audrey and a couple others that need out as well, and I'll meet you there. Can you do that?"
      "Yes!" Gina shot back with enthusiasm. Ryan wondered if there was some lingering trace of magical compulsion in her, but if it got them out quicker he wasn't going to bother with it now. However, he did feel slightly guilty watching Gina struggle to get her massive form up out of the recliner. Jenna eventually went over to give her a hand.
      "Look, before we go, can we get some clothes or something?" Jenna asked, irritably.
      "Not right now, I'm sorry. As soon as possible, though." Ryan replied.
      He watched the two work to get Gina steadied on her feet when the outside door of the observation room burst open. Willie jumped behind him quicker than Ryan could look up in surprise, but when he did he saw the head wizard from earlier step through the door, his clenched jaw morphing from grim determination to wrathful indignation.
      "Er... I may be slightly delayed, but really, I'll be there as fast as possible," Ryan stammered hurriedly as the two made best speed through the veil. Stepping away from the magical microphone substitute, he sized the man up while trying not to trip over Willie.
      "How are you conscious, free, and yet have not joined this battle in our numbers nor returned to our sanctum?" bellowed the wizard.
      "Because I know what this fight's about, and I'm on my own side."
      The wizard scoffed inarticulately.
      "Or maybe because I know what parts you and the witches played in my existence, and I want no part of either," Ryan continued.
      "You know nothing of our plans!"
      "Yes, I do, actually. Willie filled me in on the details,"
      "He is vermin, and will perish as such. And you will obey!" The man thrust his staff forward at Ryan, but the blast of green fire that billowed forth slammed into an invisible barrier in front of Ryan, fanning harmlessly into the air.
      "Wrong on both accounts. See, Willie taught me all about magic. I don't like it. It doesn't know when to stop, and when you use it, you don't either. He told me about the war between the witches and you wizards, the same silly battle of the sexes that's been the scourge of popular chivalry and chauvinism alike for ages, blown out of proportion with your magic-fed egos. He told me how both sides had sought to stamp out psionics over the years, and what I put together was that while your envy drives you to hate it for its finesse and control, your ego drives you to hate it for its lesser scope and power. He told me about you, Jasper, and how much you hated the idea that I was to be raised as your successor- and the part you played in my placement in the real world."
      The man stared open-mouthed at Ryan, then at Willie, then back at Ryan. He hadn't thought even Willie capable of such a breach of trust, of telling such privileged secrets, of actually telling another living soul his birthname, that rage and frustration brought a red mist over his mind's eye.
      "YOU BLASPHEME OUR BROTHERHOOD WITH-"
      Ryan didn't get to hear what the brotherhood considered blasphemy, as he had reached a number of limits tonight and was in no mood for anymore silly bastards playing silly buggers. Jasper was wearing the magical equivalent of roughly three feet of hardened carbon steel, which made an impressive aurora effect in the air as it burned away under the mental blast. The imposing wizard thought quickly, though, and held Ryan's powers at bay at the last moment with a hastily conjured abjuration against psychic energy and another against magic, grunting with the effort.
      Ryan aimed another blast at the man's defenses, and felt him use all his power to brace against further metaphysical attack. As Ryan subsided, he flashed an evil smile as he prepared to strike back.
      Ryan simply lashed out with a right jab, followed closely by a left cross, right uppercut, and a fast-moving forehead to the nose as Jasper's head came back down. He crumpled to the ground.
      For the first time, Ryan was able to study the room beyond. Strange cyan orbs darted through the air above an all-out melee of mages. The orbs seemed to ignore them for the most part, chasing after any spells that were cast. Some of the orbs managed to flit their way into the room before Willie closed the door.
      "These arena rooms be shielded, bu' only 'gainst bein' noticed. If these things suck tha magic outta here, I cannae get us out!"
      Wonderful, though Ryan. Yet another delay. One dove at him, and he stuck at it with a fist briefly leeched of all magical potential by a numbing spell. It felt kind of like a gust of wind over a limb put to sleep and now feeling pins and needles. The insubstantial energy of the orb was dispersed harmlessly.
      They seemed to like Jasper's body, though. Being unconscious meant he couldn't voluntarily leech magic from his body, and the orbs took to sapping it themselves and multiplying. It took Ryan a few minutes to deal with the problem, with Willie hiding behind him the whole time. As he finally dispersed the last one, he grabbed Willie by the arm and ran back towards the last room.

      The sight through the observation windows to the room below wasn't what he was expecting. Truth be told, he wasn't exactly sure what that may have been, but it wasn't this.
      All the girls were there, including Dorma, who was sitting against the door staring. Tom wasn't readily visible, though he was probably under there somewhere. What occupied the room below now was mainly a lot of soft, massive, crowded breast.
      Echo and Audrey were entwined in a 69 that saw their protesting pontoons pushed off to either side, growing ponderously as their tongues whipped across labia and clit, as if they were in contest. Audrey was on top, though that didn't help him determine who had started it. As the displaced breasts grew, currently being larger than beachballs, their bodies were growing slightly as well; legs were lengthening, hips were widening, even ribcages were broadening to accommodate more bosom. Ryan's best guess put them at around eight feet, although it wasn't a site that really let his mind go and make detached, clinical observations. Together, they took up almost a corner of the room, but it looked as though they'd soon be bumping into the others.
      Kristen was at the center of the other mass of expanding flesh, and for good reason: she had dragged the plastic milk hose with her and was giving it a harder workout than he remembered her giving his dick. (Far from being jealous, he subconsciously moved his hands in front of his crotch. Sometimes you really can have too much of a good thing.) Her breasts had swelled beyond reason already, and was gunning to fill up the room.
      Gina had affixed herself to one of Kristen's turgid teats, and was drinking contently enough she apparently hadn't noticed her pregnant body swell up to bear twin elephants. She was larger than the mammary she drank from, despite Kristen's zeal, and had been rendered immobile as her belly now spread across the floor. Wrecking-ball breasts hung full and heavy off to either side, but the smooth orb of that incredible belly was the main attraction.
      To Ryan's surprise, Kristen's other nipple fed the mouth of Jenna, who somehow had decided to join in the debauchery. She drank just as deep as Gina- better, even, having had a lifetime of experience using her mouth instead of just the recent days with Audrey. However, the energy she absorbed from Kristen's fat milk-sacs flowed into her without purpose, and the perversion of her 'flexibility' from the witches took up the slack in the endless outpour of Kristen's bounty. As she drank, she grew all over- not inflating this time, but piling on fat. Rolls hung off her waist, filling out to become an apron. Her arms and legs filled outward with slow symmetry, bulging outwards until they ran into the rest of body. She hadn't yet been resigned to immobility, being too engrossed in working the beer can-sized nipple in her mouth for all it was worth. As Ryan watched, though, her stomach apron slowly poured further and further to eventually reach the ground, and its mass was eclipsed only by the build-up of jutting ass that ran the whole way around her hips. Cellulite piled on top of cellulite to forge a caboose capable of balancing the massive belly and the fat floppy tits that had filled out to ride on top of it. As Kristen's breasts slowly advanced, Jenna was eventually pushed backwards and let her own cushioning take the fall. The rest of her cushioning didn't stop jiggling for a good ten seconds. Ryan noticed the nipple never came out of her mouth.
      Between them, the five girls had taken up quite a lot of the room, and were soon going to be pushing against walls. Ryan started towards the staircase, but a thought occurred to him: So you plan to walk down there into a room full of sexually ravenous energy-hungry nympho-maniacal women and you're still not wearing much of anything? What next? He turned back to the viewing window.
      Audrey and Echo were now noticeably growing bigger, and Dorma was trapped between the mounds of their displaced breasts and the wall. In comparison, they looked to be nine-foot giants and still going. Jenna's ass spread out on the floor behind her, and her fattened boobs now pressed against the enormous areola of Kristen. Gina's belly was tight, round, and pushing quite insistently against Kristen's other breast.
      Ryan leaned heavily on the windowsill.
      "Wonderful. Now what?"
      "Yer askin' meh?"
      "You're the one who can see the future, old man. Any bright ideas?"
      "Weeeeeeeeeeellllll... I wouldnae go down there if I were yeh,"
      "Thanks. I'll try to keep that in mind."
      "It won't be safe here fer long, lad."
      "It'll be safer up here for me than down there."
      Willie thought for a second. "Aye, true, true." He thought a bit more. "So yeh be sayin' that we cannae go until the lasses be finished?"
      "They'd better appreciate it, too. From what I understand, most guys aren't so considerate."
      The old mage slumped against the wall. "Ah jus' hope them scuggans donnae decide to bring their fight in here,"
      Ryan was thinking about something else. "I wonder," he pondered out loud, "if there's any way we can speed them along..."

      In the second observation room, Ryan fiddled with the controls in his bid to work them out. Willie had followed him with a mind full of questions.
      "See, it's like this;" Ryan explained as he dismantled the panel, If we go down there, who knows what all will happen. It just won't happen fast. If we cut off all magic from the room, they won't be able to feed off of it but it won't change their moods. I don't want to go down there and have those five suddenly realize I'm the only source of what they want. But, if we flood them with it, they'll go off like a twenty-year-old geek virgin, and we're home free. And then we can get out of here."
      Willie was beginning to think ahead a little, trusting his safety while Ryan was around. "I noticed yeh didnae mention aboot me takin' yeh home,"
      Ryan paused, then resumed. "You're correct."
      "I reckon I ken yer plan."
      "And?"
      "Why not jus' do it now?"
      "Because, like you said, the more you do, the more it goes wrong."
      "But lad, that's why they wanted yeh! Yer psionics be tha key they been lookin' fer all these years! Yeh can do it now, because yer you!"
      "Yeah, well, there's a ton of random magic running around here right now, and I personally don't want to have to deal with all of it AND calming down those very occupied girls AND trying to iron out all the kinks. So what if I can use that much magic? I don't think I want to. This way, I've got a way to sink all the magic in the area first, or at least a lot of it, and the girls are left calm, tranquil, and much easier to deal with. And wipe that look off your face."
      Willie, whose lifetime of magical insight had given him a rather good sense of mundane insight, quickly adopted the kind of poker face you normally could only get on a cat.
      "I didnae say a thing, lad,"
      "Yeah, right," Ryan closed the panel, finished, and headed back into the last room. Below, running all the way to the portal to the next arena, the milk tube completely failed to look any different.
      Which is not to say that it didn't suddenly start carrying a great multiple of magical energy in an increased flow of milk.

      Ryan returned to find the changes had already taken effect. Kristen had managed to keep on top of the milk, her face set in concentration to drain it as fast as it came. Her breasts, once tightly stretched in their determination to retain their shape, had all but given up the ghost in the sudden expansive jump. They now lay like room-filling throw pillows, gently pushing outwards in all directions, taking up whatever space they could.
      Gina and Jenna stood as barriers to the encroaching wall of boobflesh, themselves growing faster than before. Gina's belly had become larger than her, and she rested atop its bulk while kneading the oversized nipple in her mouth. Her breasts bulged with their own milk, but floated on top of the growing belly underneath and the massive breast in front. Jenna's form had simply ballooned, her legs spread out in front of her and her ass against the wall behind. Her thighs must have been a good three feet in diameter by now, but continued to thicken at pace with her butt as more and more of it pressed against the wall. Her saddlebags alone looked like they could conceal a full-grown man inside them, and her fatten boobs were now the bulging size of a term triplet pregnancy.
      Looking to the other two, Ryan put their height at around twelve feet now, with breasts that spread about four feet from their bodies. He wondered how big they would be if allowed to hang normally. Both were still going at each other with wild abandon, and both were still determined to be the better at oral sex. Their sweaty, naked forms quivered and shuddered in their physical labor, to the contrast of the other three, who leisurely drank their pleasure.
      Ryan had worked out from Echo's memories of high school how she could emanate emotions and moods, and he was more than willing to bet she was the energy source behind Audrey's growth. From what he learned of magic and Echo's origins from Willie, he was also willing to bet she was drawing in some of the magic around here to fuel her powers, and by extension, both her own and Audrey's growth. Echo was the key to this.
      He opened the control panel on the center chair, but this time he put his hand on it and closed his eyes.
      "Er.. lad? Yeh OK?"
      "I'm fine. But anyone who wants to use magic around here is going to be left wanting very soon."
      The controls for the arena weren't all that fine-tuned, but the basic principle was sound enough. He dropped all the barriers and masking the arenas had and then used a little magic of his own to draw whatever power was around into the arena room below, where Echo could channel it herself. Then he dropped the psionic buffers that permeated the entire complex and sucked the magic that powered them down with the rest.
      Then, he reached out and stepped into Echo's mind.

      It was pink. Well, more reddish, maybe, but certainly soft. An entire world that might have extended for light-years, or ended fifty feet away- and all you could really say about it was that it was soft. And pink.
      And it contained Ryan and Echo.
      She looked around with surprise on her face. "What- Did you do this? We're in my head, aren't we?"
      "Yes."
      She nodded. "Then we can use our powers again."
      "Yes."
      "So what are you doing here?" she asked, playfully. "You're more than welcome to join Audrey and me if you want,"
      "Nah, that's OK. You two seemed to be having so much fun already," he responded in kind as he approached her. "However, I thought about it. Your offer, I mean. I know I already said yes, but for a little bit I felt as though you may have earned yourself some second doubts."
      "And?"
      "And, I realized that maybe I had never taken a relationship seriously because there was an element of surprise I was lacking. I could read thoughts and intentions, and you could read emotions. You never had any measure of surprise either, but you felt the little petty prejudices everyone harbors. I could only see them if I went looking for them, or if someone could admit to themselves what they felt. I understand how we came to be who we are. For us, a real relationship, one that required us to be as blind to our partner's inner workings as everyone else, was impossible. Until we met each other."
      "That almost sounds like fate,"
      Ryan shrugged. "I'd like to think of it more as a self-fulfilling prophecy. But I'd also like," he reached out a hand, "for us to be together."
      She smiled, and her sea-green eyes twinkled brightly. "You mean it this time?"
      "Yes, I think I do,"
      They slipped into embrace each other with a deep kiss, and for once, could do so without worrying about whose energy was flowing to whom. They held it for a time, then broke.
      "We should get back and-" Echo started.
      "No, not yet," Ryan interrupted. "We've just entered into this, both consenting this time, and both aware." Ryan put a slightly chiding edge on his voice for the latter sentence, but Echo actually gave him a slightly bashful look for it. He continued. "We should take some time to enjoy it, and each other. This world moves at the speed of thought, and we have all the time we want,"
      As the mind doesn't always notice details until they're relavent, Echo saw the two of them were suddenly naked, and couldn't place if that had been the case until now or not. She didn't really want to anyway, because she was now thinking along the exact same lines. She layed down and pulled him down with her, locking their lips together and holding him tightly.
      In time, their making out picked up from luxurious passion to fevered pitch, and then they went from making out to making love instead. They enjoyed a steady pace, deep and powerful, holding each other close and resuming their impassioned kisses. In time, the world dimmed from pink to a darker red, fading almost to black so that just enough light to highlight the lines of their bodies and the contours of their faces, which surrounded eyes that seemed to be lit from within. In time, they felt themselves subsumed in each other's desire, and the light of the mind's eye left the world entirely as they no longer needed bodies to continue. In time, they finally reached a climax to their lovemaking and then were laying together under a warm night sky of bright stars.
      But then again, time moved at the speed of thought.
      "Comfortable?" Ryan asked, as Echo snuggled against him.
      "Mm-hmm," she replied.
      He relaxed and looked at the sky. She must have a fond memory of the night sky somewhere, for it to appear now, he thought.
      Echo suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him, those brilliant green eyes not quite so terrible anymore. "Wait... what happens now?"
      "Now?" Ryan repeated, looking at his wrist. To Echo's great surprise, it now bore a watch. "Well, I'm not exactly sure but it'll probably be worth watching," With that, he got up.
      The night sky vanished as Echo rose and reached after him.
      "Don’t worry!" he called back, his standing form receding quickly away from her. "Everything will be fine. And then we'll be together!"
      And he was gone.

      And then, the world caught up to her.
      There was no measurement of time that would satisfactorily state how long they made love inside her head, but now she was back on the arena floor, with a very eager Audrey thrashing her pussy with a skillful tongue. She felt odd for just a moment, then realized that for however long Ryan had been with her in that abstract, mental state, he had built up every sensation they shared together and dammed it inside her, building up a reservoir of sexual release realized from a lovemaking fantasy played out over seeming lifetimes. And when they parted ways and his mind left hers, he tore out the dam to let it subsume her in one unstoppable flood.
      She gasped and twitched involuntarily.

      Ryan slumped against the console.
      "Ahck, lad! Are yeh OK?"
      Ryan quickly put his hand on the old man's forehead and set a psionic shield around his mind.
      "Yeah, peachy. It's almost over."

      Echo paused long enough for Audrey to stop and wonder what was wrong, but her built-up climax broke free with a wail and a sexually charged wave of emotional energy so powerful the other four girls heated to boiling, furious orgasm in an instant. As Ryan had programmed it, the room sank all the magic in the vicinity to fuel her outburst and her orgasm, and in turn, the empathic sensations poured from her like a river. The five girls practically exploded in their growth, and too busy cumming to even notice. Their pleasured shrieks filled the air for a few seconds, then sheer volume of breast filled the room wall-to-wall and rose. Ryan knew they'd be safe under there, but from the window all he could see were ten massive breasts, forced upwards with nowhere else to grow. Finally they began to slow, but didn't stop until they had reached the top and shattered the window. In the sudden calm, he decided, it certainly had been worth watching.
      Willie looked around. "Er... I think they've stopped fightin'. I cannae hear tha battle anymore,"
      Ryan opened the door to the larger room outside. In it, many a fallen figure clutched their crotch or rolled around, moaning.
      "Looks like not only did that suck up all the extra mana, it also managed to placate all of them. At least, for a little bit."
      "Aye... And then wha' happens now, eh? Are yeh finally ready?"
      "I guess so. Ready for the new world, are we?"
      "'Tis ironic, ya ken... For all our hist'ry, we thought we couldnae use magic ta change tha worl' because we didnae have enough o' it," Willie mused. "An' yer aboot to do it wi' pittance fer yer power,"
      He smirked at the mage. "Well, I guess it really isn't how big your wand is, but how you use it,"
      "Ahck, yeh jus' had to go an' say somethin' like that, didn't yeh?"
      Ryan snapped his fingers.

EPILOGUE
(Read: No sex or expansion beyond this point. If after all this horrible plot-like filler material you want to know what else happens, here it is.)

      Ryan and Echo stood on the abandon beach, staring out into the waves. The air blew a calm sea breeze ever westwards, through the island's many fruit-bearing trees and then back out over the waves. The idyllic paradise was worth appreciating, at least for a little bit.
      "You sure about this?" Echo eventually said.
      "Yeah. Why? You don't like it?"
      "Nah, I think it fits great. They deserve each other. And they'd only be a danger to everyone else."
      "They'll be a danger to each other when they wake up,"
      "So what? I'm not the one that traditionally cares, remember?"
      "All right, all right. Well, to be fair, they've got everything they need on this island. It wasn't hard to find. And besides," he turned to the recumbent bodies on the sand behind him, "They might even learn to be happy some day."
      Echo looked down at Dorma and Tom, sleeping peacefully. "I'm sure," she said sarcastically.
      "Well, each had the kind of ego you can only develop in a society. Maybe out here they'll find they can be something else."
      "Does that mean you'll bring them back to civilization if they do?"
      "Oh, hells, no. I'll just feel slightly better about it, that's all."
      Echo laughed.
      "All right, let's go. We've got another stop to make..."

      The registrar nurse wore an expression of deep concern.
      "C'mon, dad, this really is for the best," Ryan said to the ancient man in the chair he pushed.
      "You're not my son! Where are we? What happened to all those witches?!?" he ranted.
      Ryan turned back to the nurse. "We've tried everything, really, we even had a live-in orderly for a while, but after he tried to set the cat on fire last month and nearly set burned down the kitchen,"
      "I understand," the nurse replied. "It's a most unfortunate thing, indeed."
      "Unfortunate? Ha!" screeched the crone that Echo was wheeling alongside them. "It's purposeful! Malicious! They want to see us suffer!"
      "Now, now, mother, we talked about this, remember?"
      "Ha! We did not! This is... this is worse than death!"
      The nurse tried her own hand at placating them. "But you'll get to be together, at least! Isn't that wonderful?"
      The combined blanching of the old couple drove the poor nurse to actually jump backwards. Ryan and Echo gave her a sympathetic look as the two ranted and raved. Thankfully, they had reached the assigned room.
      "Ah, 'Jasper and Janice Magister'! This is you! I'll, er, leave you to say your farewells," With that, she turned to scurry off, but Ryan caught her arm and leaned close.
      "You have thorazine at this facility, right?" he whispered.
      "Yes, of course," she hissed back.
      "Only you might need if mother starts dancing around in that dress of hers again saying that she'd J Edgar Hoover and you're impeding an FBI investigation,"
      The nurse put a sympathetic hand on Ryan's shoulder. "I'm sorry, I know this must be horrible for you,"
      Ryan feigned melancholy. "Yes, it is. We were heartbroken when they started fighting over whose bedpan was whose, it was just clear we couldn't meet their needs anymore,"
      The nurse nodded and was off. Ryan returned to the room.
      "So that's it, eh? We created you, we gave you power, and you leave us like this? Couldn't you at least just kill us?" the old man demanded.
      "You scoured the globe for anyone who displayed psychic potential, then bred them in captivity pits like cattle," Ryan shot back. "Then, when you had the two of us, you realized you couldn't hide us anymore, so you hid us in normal society. You arranged 'accidents' for families whose only fault was that their children looked just like us. That's just what you did to see the two of us in the world, and you both had your hands in it. You play other games with regular people all the time, and you expect me to show you any better?"
      "Those were mundane, unawakened people," Janice said. "We were so much more."
      "Funny thing is, it doesn't make a difference," Echo said. "I used to think it did. Then..." she caught Ryan's eye... "someone showed me it didn't have to be like that."
      "And what about the magic in the world? You've disenchanted all of us, true enough, but you've only drained it from the world for now. You can't make it go away, you know. And unless you control the world yourself you won't be able to keep it contained. It'll come back wild, in havoc and chaos! And if you don't watch out for it, those that can use it will find out on their own and use it."
      "That's not your concern, Janice," Echo said.
      "Silly girl," she shot back. "We could have taught you to rule over the world as you dreamed, and you throw your lot in with him?"
      "He reminded me I had dreams before that. Of stars and tranquil summer nights and kindred spirits. The dreams I had when I was first shown the world. Before the petty surface feelings of the world led me to feel embarrassed about such things. He let me see there was more to be gleaned from my empathic sense than the humiliation you left me with when you abandon me in a mundane world. Excuse me for my part in returning the favor."
      "This humiliation is worse than anything we did! You've stripped us of our powers, our magic! You've taken our dignity!"
      "Come, now, Jasper, you know you're a lot older than you look, even now. You have years and years ahead of you!" Echo said brightly.
      "The only blow I've dealt you is to your pride," Ryan spoke in dour tones. "I've taken every petty thing you treasured, and doomed you to confinement with your counterparts. You two will have a nice long time to learn how all these 'mundane people' live and act. And I've done it in a way that will allay any suspicions." Ryan leaned down on Jasper's wheelchair. "Believe me when I say that you're lucky this is all I did. You've changed a lot of history in your time to cover up your atrocities, and I know more of them than I care to. You're due a whole world of shit. Be thankful I'm not the monkey that's gonna throw it at you."
      Ryan straightened up and composed himself. "Nobody here will notice how long the two of you live. You'll be passed down from one set of staff to the next, like an amusing artifact, but I've seen to it that your years here will be glossed over by the rest of the world. I suggest you adopt a hobby."
      "And the name? 'Magister'? Is that your idea of a joke?" Jasper asked, darkly.
      "Maybe. Then again, nothing about you was ever really funny to begin with." Echo slipped out the door behind him. "We'll not meet again."
      At the front desk, the registrar nurse closed the final books, and the two left the rest home.
      "You think they'll ever adapt?" Echo asked.
      Ryan sighed. "Probably not. But at least they'll be taken care of, whether they like it or not."
      "And what about what Janice said? That without the witches and wizards keeping an eye on anyone that has a talent for magic, that it'll manifest itself in chaos?"
      "I'm betting that's mostly just grandstanding on their part," Ryan said dismissively, "meant to make us worry and let those two in on what think is my 'new world order'. Maybe someone will manage to cast something subconsciously, but I'm willing to bet that if anyone discovers they can actively use magic, we'll be able to see their mind 'awaken', as it were, from anywhere on the planet."
      "And then what?"
      "We deal with situations as they occur. Every case will be unique. Maybe after a while a better solution will present itself, but for now..." Ryan trailed off in a shrug.
      "...But for now you're the only one in the world that can use the stuff actively. I'm still limited to my subconscious."
      "Well, then, maybe I should just stop using it,"
      Echo laughed. "Right. Just one question, though. If magic can change the entire world, like some deus ex machina, how could they have covered their tracks over the years if they've tried it before? How could they fix something whose scale was the problem in the first place?"
      "They couldn't stop themselves, true enough. Their mistakes dot history, as far as I can tell, but I don't know if anyone could ever uncover all of them. The bigger ones are practically moot points anyway- Atlantis, for instance; did they actually manage to sink a continent or do something worse that the legend covers up? Not even Willie could recall the history."
      They walked on in silence for a while, aimlessly through the parking lot to the sidewalk along the road.
      "So what now? What's left? You've changed the world as little as possible and apparently that's the biggest achievement in the history of magic. How do you follow that up?"
      "Meh, I don't really think I have to top it, as far as achievements go. However, I believe I still have a shop to run, what's left is the rest of our lives, and as far as my next trick goes, well, I didn't feel like walking the whole way back anyway."
      He snapped his fingers.

      Audrey was the first to awake. She didn't remember going to sleep, but she felt warm and energized and fresh as spring morning, and gave a contented stretched before taking in her surroundings. Given how comfortable she felt, she didn't expect to wake up in an impromptu bedroll on the floor of the Body Shop.
      Sitting up, she saw Gina and Jenna beside her in similar bedding, and another woman she didn't recognize. The other girl drew her attention the most, laying on her side with a pair of monstrous tits that easily surpassed her own. All four were dressed in the same kind of white satin nightgowns, which Audrey noticed felt as though she wasn't wearing anything. Looking around the room, she saw the doors locked and the "Closed" sign lit. On the other side, Ryan and Echo were sitting together on the front desk.
      Seeing her up, Echo jumped down and helped her to her feet. "Ah, you're awake! We were beginning to wonder,"
      "I'm... back here..." Audrey stammered. The others began to stir behind her.
      "Yes, you're back here." Ryan said. "And you have a normal life to go back to. Think of recent events as... a bad dream."
      Audrey looked unsure, not fully willing to concede it had been ALL bad.
      Gina hefted herself to a sitting position, and took note of what she was wearing before her surroundings.
      "Er... I don't think these are my pajamas,"
      Echo snickered. "No, although you can thank me for that. Originally it looked very much like your pajamas,"
      Jenna was already standing and looking suspicious. "And just why are we here? What the hell was all that?"
      "Like I told you, it was beyond my control. I certainly did not want you guys to get wrapped up in all that,"
      "Mmmm, it's OK, I totally enjoyed myself," Kristen crooned from the floor. "And I think you enjoyed yourself a little too," she said directly to Jenna.
      Jenna, in turn, actually blushed, although she didn't look happy.
      "I can guarantee that you will never be bothered by those people again. I've got clothes for you in the back room, where you can change, and I can call a taxi to drive you home if you need it. Your lives and affairs weren't tampered with, so everything should be just as you left it."
      Jenna grabbed Gina's hand. "Come on, girl, we should be getting home," she stormed as she dragged the waddling Gina behind her to the back.
      Audrey looked Echo over. "So. You think he's yours now, do you?" she smirked.
      "I believe that's about it, yeah. But hey, it's a new day, the sun is shining, and things are looking up, so maybe I might share him once in a while,"
      Ryan raised an index finger and opened his mouth, but was suddenly cut off by Kristen, who had shot up so fast her rampaging milksacks threatened to burst from the neck of her nightgown. "Wait up a sec! I had, like, first dibs on him!" she interjected. "I was totally after him in high school,"
      Echo took in Kristen's figure with the appraising eye of a professional model, but found she liked what she saw there as well as on Audrey. "Well, maybe you can join in too every now and again,"
      Audrey and Kristen went to protest, but were interrupted by Ryan this time.
      "You know, maybe we should just get everyone home and worry about that later."
      Echo pouted at him. "You don't sound too grateful for a guy who's got about eighty pounds of collective breast vying for his attention,"
      He put a hand to his temple. "Yes, well, my 'attention' is a bit worn out for the time being, I'm sorry to say. Audrey?"
      She perked up visibly and turned to face him, not a small gesture on a 6'6 frame with at least HH cups. "Yes?" she bounced.
      Ryan looked directly into her eyes. "I would greatly appreciate it if you could see Gina and Jenna home, and make sure they'll be OK,"
      She looked crestfallen, but at least Echo and Kristen didn't push the issue. "Please?" he added.
      "All right," she mumbled, starting into the back room. "I'll drop in later, though!" she called behind her.
      "OK, now, Kristen-" he started.
      "Um, I don't have anywhere to go," she said.
      "You don't?" Ryan and Echo replied together.
      "Like, I was living with my last boyfriend, and I thought he totally got me, but then he suddenly didn't, and I was staying with my mom, but she totally hates me, and I got, like, fired last week, so I really don't have anything to go home to."
      Ryan sighed. "All right, you can stay here,"
      Echo was half expecting that, but Kristen wasn't. "Um, what?"
      "There's a small suite of apartments underneath the shop, in what looks like a converted basement space. They're not too bad, and I actually live in one of them. There's three others, and only one's occupied. You can take one of the other two left."
      "Like, really? I don't have any money or anything, but..."
      "It's fine, really. Although I wouldn't mind if you could sit at the desk while the Shop's open and greet people if they come in while I'm in the middle of a session,"
      Kristen started jumping up and down, but stopped in mid-squee to the detrimental effects of doing so without a sports bra the size of a two-man pup tent.
      "The steps downstairs are behind the door at the end of the hall beyond the bathrooms; just go left from this room when you go back there."
      She bounded off in excitement, holding the mammoth twins steady.
      "That was... nice of you," Echo said with a sarcastic smirk. Ryan gave her an exasperated look.
      "Trust me, if I'm harboring any ulterior motives it's the desire to rein her in a bit, so she might actually make something of her life,"
      "Oh, I think she's very much in mind of the life she wants."
      "Do you now? Then what about you?"
      "Me? Oh, I think we have a long and interesting game ahead of us, you and me."
      They shared a smile before Gina, Jenna and Audrey returned, fully clothed.
      "Ah! There is a taxi just outside, waiting for you, and he's all paid up," he told them.
      They filed out, saying their goodbyes, with Audrey and Echo still giving each other playfully suspicious naughty looks. Shortly after they left Kristen returned, herself fully dressed, asking to be reminded how to get downstairs. After she had been gone a few seconds, Ryan and Echo were again interrupted by Willie.
      "Yeh bloody rogue! Yeh scoundral! Have yeh no respect fer me at all, no gratitu' fer my help?"
      Echo looked confused. "Where'd you come from?"
      "Well, he really doesn't do any actual magic, per se," Ryan said out of the corner of his mouth. "But he can see the future. I thought he might come in handy should we run into any of that 'havoc' or 'chaos' we were threatened with."
      "Tha bloody lad here had meh hide doonstairs until tha lasses were a-gone!" Willie complained. "There was nothin' wrong wit' tha closet!"
      "The closet? What closet?" Echo asked.
      "Tha closet in tha back room,"
      "Yes, he tried to hide in the linen closet, which is in the back room, which has a door full of venetian slats, which happens to be the room I had the girls change in,"
      Echo laughed and leaned against the desk.
      "I finally get meself outta harm's way, no longer seein' meh life in mortal peril, and jus' how am I to enjoy meself, eh?"
      "All right, all right, calm down. Look, if it's really that important, there's still one downstairs who's going to stay here a while. You could try going down there and showing her the suites,"
      Willie hesitated. "Er... which one o' the lasses be doon-"
      "It's Kristen."
      "Ah. Right. I always said yeh been a fair man," he said as he bustled off.
      "Left him still sporting the ancient dusty robes and all?" Echo asked after he left.
      "May as well. I'm certainly not going to mentally undress him." Echo laughed again.
      Ryan walked over to the front doors, considered switching over the "Open" sign, and decided against.
      "Not going to tend the unassuming masses today?" Echo asked.
      "Nah, not today. I think I'll take it off. God knows I could use some rest," Ryan said, walking back to Echo. "But that's just today."
      "And tomorrow?"
      "There's always tomorrow. We'll see what happens when it gets here."