Anastasia's Magical Oral Adventures
Copyright© 2026 by Agent Doiron
Chapter 3: Anastasia’s Magically Enhanced Tits
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 3: Anastasia’s Magically Enhanced Tits - A conjunction has occurred and magic has returned to the world causing chaos and confusion. Anastasia really couldn't care less, as long as she has a good time. These are the sexy magical adventures of Anastasia, a master mage with an oral fetish.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Mind Control Romantic Heterosexual Magic MaleDom Oral Sex Transformation
Anastasia padded through the house, her spellskin soft under her feet. She was following a sound. It was a wet slurping sound, punctuated by low masculine moans. Anastasia knew that sound and what it signified.
Her search brought her to the kitchen. It was a large kitchen, suitable for the size of the mansion. Gleaming stainless-steel appliances contrasted well with the dark wooden cupboards inset into the walls. An island in the middle of the room was set up so that multiple people could work in the kitchen simultaneously. Aleron was standing near the island, looking down at Brooke, who was giving him a blowjob.
She was in a low squat, practically sitting on her ankles, balancing precariously in high heels. She was looking up at Aleron, maintaining eye contact as she sucked on the head of his manhood, her hand stroking his shaft. Aleron had one hand on the back of her head, almost as if he was trying to help her with her balance.
Brooke was dressed as a French maid, appropriate clothing since she was the downstairs maid. Her uniform consisted of a short black dress, trimmed in white. It had short sleeves and was cut low to show her cleavage. It was accented by a frilly white apron. The dress and apron would have hung slightly above her knees, if she had been standing. They were hiked up in her current position, exposing her naked womanhood. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Her legs were sheathed in fishnet hose, held up by a garter. Aleron’s hand was resting on a little white headband, which was holding back the blonde hair that trailed down her back in a French braid. Brooke had one hand between her knees, lazily stroking her shaven pussy as she used her mouth to give Aleron pleasure.
Aleron was gazing fondly at his maid. He was around six feet tall, with short brown hair and a goatee. His shoulders were broad, and he was muscular without being hulking or overweight. His penis was thick, but manageable in size, big enough to force Brooke to open her mouth wide for her oral ministrations. His appearance was a choice. He was a master corpa mage, trained in his craft in the city of Urbis. He could look like anything he wanted to. He was dressed in a dark blue dress shirt, with the top buttons open far enough to show a tuft of hair on his chest. His black slacks were open to give Brooke access.
With a whisper of thought, Anastasia adjusted her spellskin. The magical clothing tightened around her body, pushing her breasts up, and exposing the resulting cleavage. High heels extended, forcing her up onto the balls of her feet. Finally, the tight leather changed colors to match the red of her lips. Her lips still sported the magical modifications Aleron had made. They were cherry red, full, and pouty. Her lips were almost too large for her face, but the best part about them was the sensations they gave her when Aleron touched them.
As she finished, Aleron looked over, likely noticing the subtle magical weave from adjusting her spellskin. On seeing her, a tender smile graced his mouth. Her heart leapt at seeing that expression on his face aimed at her.
“There’s my two favorite people,” Anastasia said, “I see you resolved the ethical issues.”
“This is medicinal,” Aleron replied with a grin.
“For whom,” she asked.
“For me,” Brooke replied, popping Aleron’s dick out of her mouth, “The receptors you put in my mouth give me an orgasm when he cums. Regular orgasms are important to regulate my hormones.”
As she spoke, she continued stroking his dick. Her hand working up and down the shaft causing the swollen head of his penis to bob up and down in close proximity to her lips. Her other hand was busy between her legs, gently stroking. She had a happy smile on her face. She was enjoying herself.
“I need to talk to you Aleron, and then I want to borrow your yellow haired maid for some shopping,” Anastasia said, her high heels tapping on the kitchen floor as she entered the room.
“Now?” Aleron asked, gesturing at Brooke.
“Is there any reason why we can’t talk now? It’s not like your mouth is busy,” she replied. Aleron looked down at Brooke. They made eye contact for a moment, and then Brooke shrugged.
“Go ahead and hear her out. I’ll keep busy down here,” she said. She started licking the tip of his manhood, rolling her tongue back and forth, before sliding his head into her mouth. Her cheeks dimpled inward as she began sucking. With one hand she kept stroking his shaft while she maintained the same rhythm with her other hand between her legs.
“Okay, what do you want to talk about?” Aleron asked.
“I need money,” Anastasia replied.
“For the shopping you mentioned?” he asked.
“No, why would I need money for that? I want to invest,” she said.
“Why do you want to invest money?”
“So that I’ll need a financial advisor,” she replied.
“Why ... no, this is getting circular. Please just explain what’s going on,” Aleron said.
“You told me that your financial advisor was an old friend, and you were giving them the task of managing your finances because you trusted them,” Anastasia explained.
“Yes, so...” Aleron started.
“You forgot to mention that she’s a woman,” Anastasia added, interrupting him.
“Ooh,” Brooke said, popping his penis out of her mouth.
“What? Why does that matter?” Aleron asked.
“It’s kind of suspicious,” Brooke said.
She was still crouched in front of him, holding his manhood in one hand while her other hand was stroking between her legs. A thread of liquid connected her lips with the swollen head of his penis. It looked like she was talking into his manhood, like it was a phallic microphone.
“An old female friend,” she continued, “And you’re keeping the fact that she’s female from your current lover.”
“Lovers,” Anastasia corrected.
“I don’t count,” Brooke replied.
“Quiet down there,” Aleron said. He used the hand that was resting on the back of her head to guide Brooke’s lips back onto his penis. He then gently thrust himself into her mouth, using his manhood to silence her.
“I want to meet her,” Anastasia said.
“It isn’t like that,” Aleron replied, “She’s just an old friend.”
“Is she pretty? How long have you known her?” Brooke asked, pulling her mouth off the head of his penis again. The thread of liquid dripped from her lips into her cleavage.
“Since high school,” Aleron replied, looking down at her.
“Did you date back in high school?” Brooke asked.
With a clicking of her high heels on the kitchen floor Anastasia walked up behind Brooke. She used her hand to guide the maid’s mouth back onto Aleron’s cock, silencing her. Then she stepped in close, so that her thighs were touching Brooke’s shoulders. Leaning forward, her pelvis touched the back of Brooke’s head. The maid was pinned between them. She wouldn’t be providing any more commentary. Anastasia didn’t know what high school was, but she didn’t need to know. She knew Aleron and if he was keeping the gender of his financial advisor a secret, then it was because he still had feelings for the woman.
“I get to meet her, no excuses,” Anastasia said, her face close enough to his that their noses were almost touching, “You have a soft spot where women are concerned.”
“I do not,” he said, shifting his weight to step back.
“Really?” she asked, grabbing his hips and stopping him, “The very fact I’m still alive is proof, but fine. You want more evidence? Then look no farther than the maid sandwiched between us. You didn’t need to rescue her from the hospital. You could have hired anyone.”
“I wanted someone who would be loyal,” he replied. He stopped trying to step back. In the process, his weight shifted forward, and he slid deeper into Brooke’s mouth. A sigh of pleasure escaped his lips.
“You are a master mage. You could have forced anyone to be loyal, but instead you chose to earn her loyalty. You have a soft spot for women. If you aren’t careful, it will be used against you. Let me meet her. Let me help you keep us safe.”
As she spoke, Anastasia thrust towards him with her pelvis. The thrust forced Brooke’s head forward, pushing Aleron’s cock deeper into her mouth.
“Fine, you get to meet her,” Aleron replied. He pulled his hips back as he spoke and then thrust forward again. He was stroking his dick inside Brooke’s mouth. In the process, the back of Brooke’s head was being pushed up against Anastasia’s groin.
She opened her legs and moved her hips, better positioning the maid’s head to give her stimulus through the thin leather covering her womanhood. This brought her mouth closer to Aleron’s. His hand wandered up to the back of her head. He pulled her in, his lips pressing against hers.
The pleasure that radiated through her mouth from the kiss surprised Anastasia. Even after weeks, she still wasn’t accustomed to how sensitive her magically enhanced lips were. The kiss felt wonderful, and she melted against him, luxuriating in the swollen pleasure coming from her face.
As they kissed, Aleron’s hand found her butt, cupping her, and pulling her closer. She pressed against Brooke’s head, forcing the maid to take his manhood deeper into her mouth. They started making out. Kissing and pressing against each other with Brooke trapped between them. The heat and swollen pleasure coming from her lips was making Anastasia flush with desire. One of his hands was in her hair, pressing her into the kiss, while the other hand pulled her against him as he rhythmically thrust into Brooke’s mouth.
Something was off. The rhythm of their embrace was faltering. She’d made out with Aleron often enough to notice that there was a problem. Breaking the kiss, she looked down, finding Brooke’s hands on Aleron’s thighs. The maid wasn’t trying to get away, but she was trying to dictate the pace by pressing against his thighs with her hands. That wouldn’t do. Anastasia reached down and gripped Brooke’s wrists. She pulled them away from Aleron’s thighs before leaning in for another kiss. Aleron met her, thrusting into the maid while pressing his lips to hers.
Anastasia shuddered with pleasure as Aleron’s tongue pressed between her lips, stroking the sensitive skin inside. His thrusts were beginning to take on an urgency that she recognised. He held her by the back of the head, kissing her while thrusting into Brooke’s mouth. For her part, Brooke was making a wet slurping sound as she did her best to suck on the thick manhood that was deep inside her face. Anastasia continued to hold her wrists, keeping her from interfering. Brooke didn’t fight against the grip.
With a shudder, Aleron stopped thrusting, holding himself deep inside Brooke’s mouth. He was cumming inside of her. Anastasia was suddenly jealous of the maid, knowing what was going to happen next. Moments later Brooke spasmed between them. The receptors in the back of her throat were detecting the presence of Aleron’s cum and activating. The maid jerked and twitched, making a low moaning sound as she experienced a powerful orgasm. Her body was modified to reward her with orgasms every time a man came in her throat. The reaction was outside of her conscious control, although completely voluntary in this instance.
The maid twitched and spasmed between them, her arms pulling unconsciously against Anastasia’s grip. Aleron kept himself thrust inside her mouth, deep enough that the head of his manhood must have been touching the back of her throat. She slowly stopped twitching and slumped. It felt like Anastasia was holding her up by her wrists.
Aleron took a step back, his erect penis sliding out of Brooke’s mouth with a wet popping sound. Anastasia let go of her wrists and the maid slowly crumbled to the floor. She had a dreamy smile on her face.
“You see,” Aleron said, “It was a medicinal blowjob.”
“Right,” Anastasia replied through pleasantly swollen lips, “How silly of me to doubt your motivations.”
“Do you still need me?” he asked.
“No, I want her, you can leave,” she replied.
He smiled and then reached down to put away his manhood. Closing his zipper, he turned and walked out of the kitchen, offering the two of them a happy wave. Brooke twitched in response, seemingly trying to wave back, but lacking the manual dexterity to do so.
With a thought to her spellskin, Anastasia lowered her heels and then sat down on the floor. She lifted Brooke’s upper body and cradled her in her lap. The maid had a dazed look on her face. There was a bit of drool leaking out of the corner of her mouth. At least Anastasia thought it was drool.
“Am I really one of your favorite people?” Brooke asked dreamily after a few moments, referring to Anastasia’s earlier comment.
“Most people I know want to kill me,” Anastasia replied, “You haven’t tried to murder me yet, so yes.”
“Family?”
“All dead,” Anastasia replied, fighting off the wave of emotion that tried to engulf her at the question.
“That’s sad,” Brooke sighed.
“I have Aleron,” Anastasia said, “Now I have you.”
“That’s a lot of pressure.”
“Don’t worry, I’m low maintenance,” Anastasia said.
“Somehow, I doubt that,” the maid replied.
“Well, if you have enough energy to be sassy, then you can get up,” Anastasia said, pushing Brooke out of her lap.
Brooke sat up, wiping her mouth. She started the process of standing up in high heels. Anastasia, on the other hand, was quickly on her feet, without the need to struggle with her footwear. Reaching down, she helped Brooke stand, steadying her when it looked like she was going to fall over. The maid adjusted her skirt and apron, hiding the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties.
Brooke stood with her chest thrust out, balancing on her high heels. Every step she took had a sexy hesitancy to it, caused by the precarious footwear. The fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties only seemed to accentuate her vulnerability in a way that Anastasia loved. A second of thought aimed at her spellskin raised her own heels so that she too had to focus on her footing.
Together, they walked into the lounge, their heels clip-clopping on the hardwood floor. A variety of comfortable chairs and couches were arranged around the room, focused on a big screen television. It was a space designed to let you sit and relax.
“So, I’m going to help you shop?” Brooke asked.
“Yes,” Anastasia replied, stopping in the middle of the room.
“For what?” Brooke asked, standing next to her.
“New breasts,” Anastasia said, looking down and cupping herself, “I want to make a change.”
“I don’t think there’s a store for that.”
“Why would I need a store?” Anastasia asked.
“This is a language issue again. In order to go shopping you normally visit stores or shops. It’s kind of in the name,” Brooke explained.
“No, I’ve seen Aleron using one of his computers to choose items and he says he’s shopping,” Anastasia countered.
“But that’s online...” Brooke started, “You know what? It doesn’t matter. Please explain what we are doing.”
“You’re going to help me pick new breasts,” Anastasia explained.
“How?” Brooke asked.
Concentrating for a moment, Anastasia fashioned a weave of mental magic and sent it into Brooke’s mind. Moments later, three illusionary copies of Anastasia walked into the room from the kitchen. The clacking of their stiletto heels was in sync as they sauntered into the room. Red leather covered hips swayed in unison and three sets of full lips puckered as they blew kisses. The red leather covered doppelgangers posed in front of Brooke, showing off their slim frames, long legs, and small but perky breasts.
“Holy shit!” Brooke exclaimed.
“Don’t worry,” Anastasia said, “They’re just illusions that I’m projecting into your mind.”
With a clicking of her heels, Anastasia stepped into line so that she was standing with the illusionary doubles. She blew a kiss and then struck the exact same pose as her illusions. Brooke smiled with delight, apparently unbothered by Anastasia’s admission to being in her mind.
“First,” Anastasia said, “Let me show you what we’re starting with.”
A quick thought directed into her spellskin and the tight leather over her breasts dissolved, leaving them bare. She had small breasts, large enough that she wouldn’t be mistaken for a man, but little more than a handful. They stood out from her chest, topped by small but perky nipples.
“I want them bigger,” she said. With a thought, she made the illusionary Anastasias go topless as well, leaving Brooke facing four half naked versions of herself.
“There are a few options,” Anastasia said, gesturing to the doppelganger next to her, “The classic teardrop is how natural breasts look when they get bigger.”
The first Anastasia double put her thumb in her mouth and then puffed out her cheeks as if she was trying to inflate a balloon. As she did, her breasts started to grow. They looked like balloons slowly expanding on her chest. To add to the illusion, Anastasia made them grow in time with the breathing of her double, making it look like every breath was expanding her breasts. As they grew, they took on the classic teardrop shape, expanding larger and larger until they were a little oversized for Anastasia’s frame. The breasts were touching each other in the middle creating deep cleavage. The nipples expanded as well, giving the doppelganger large areola with small nubs, perfectly centered. The breasts sagged properly under gravity and looked perfectly natural, if rather large for the otherwise slim Anastasia.
“The advantage is that they look natural, and they move like natural breasts,” Anastasia said. As she spoke, the illusionary Anastasia flexed her knees up and down making the large breasts jiggle and bounce.
“The disadvantage,” she continued, “Is that natural breasts get a little floppy at this size.” Reaching over, she lifted the fake Anastasia’s breast and then let it go. The breast dropped back down making a slapping sound as it hit the doppelganger’s torso. The fake Anastasia glared at the real one in annoyance.
“The next option,” Anastasia continued, “Is your society’s favorite breast shape. The bolt-on tits.”
As if on cue, the second illusionary Anastasia grabbed her own nipples, one in each hand, and pulled. She seemingly winced in pain as the breasts stretched out comically far. The illusionary doppelganger had her arms at full extension pulling long stretched out breasts from her chest. She let go and the breasts snapped back like elastics. They bounced and rebounded and when they were finished moving, they weren’t the same size anymore. The fake Anastasia now had breasts the same size as the first one, but they looked different.
These breasts defied gravity. They didn’t sag at all and looked like twin half moons that stuck out from her chest. Her nipples were perfectly centered and proportional. The breasts weren’t touching each other in the middle but there was very little space separating them, giving her great cleavage. They were large for Anastasia’s frame and obviously artificial. The perfectly centered nipples made them look like they were bolted onto her chest.
“The advantage of this style is that they don’t flop and bounce around all over the place,” Anastasia said. As she spoke, the fake Anastasia flexed her knees shaking her torso. The breasts barely moved, staying fixed in location and shape.
“They also look absolutely fantastic under clothing. You don’t need a bra when you have bolt-on tits,” Anastasia continued, “The disadvantage is that they don’t look or feel natural. You and your lovers need to accept that your tits look and feel like a pair of ripe melons.”
“My preference,” Anastasia continued, gesturing to her final illusionary twin, “Is what I call the enhanced tear drop.”
The illusionary Anastasia reached behind her back and pulled out a top hat and a short black stick. She started waving the stick over the top hat in a parody of a stage magician’s magic trick.
“Abracadabra!” the false Anastasia said. A puff of purple smoke erupted from the hat, engulfing the doppelganger, hiding her from sight.
As the smoke cleared, the false Anastasia came back into view. The wand and top hat were gone, and her breasts had changed. Her chest stood out proudly, similar to the Anastasia with bolt-on tits, but they sagged slightly, showing that they were still affected by gravity. They looked like large but impossibly perky breasts. Perfectly centered nipples graced the enhanced breasts, which were touching in the middle, giving spectacular cleavage. They were still too big for Anastasia’s frame, but they looked more natural than the bolt-on tits.
“In my opinion,” Anastasia said, “These are the best of both worlds. They bounce around a little without being floppy, and they look fantastic under clothing. You and your lovers can tell that they aren’t fully natural, but they’re close enough.”
The false Anastasia flexed her knees up and down making the breasts bounce. They didn’t move anywhere near as much as the natural tear drop breasts, but they did bounce a little.
“If that’s your preference, then why not go with those ones?” Brooke asked.
“I want to run it past someone else. It’s easy to make stupid mistakes when you’re manipulating your appearance. I need to make sure that I don’t look ridiculous,” Anastasia replied. As she spoke, she took advantage of the connection she had to Brooke’s mind and reached deeper, giving her a subtle nudge.
“I wonder how I would look with breasts like that,” Brooke said.
“Let’s find out,” Anastasia replied, gesturing towards the kitchen. As she gestured, she spun another illusion.
With a clip-clop of high heels an illusionary version of Brooke walked into the room. She was wearing the exact same clothing as the real thing, a perfect double. The illusionary double had her eyes crossed and her mouth open, a bit of drool was leaking from the corner of her mouth. The double seemed to be having trouble walking in high heels. She was stumbling with every step and waving her arms for balance as she walked.
“That’s not what I look like,” Brooke complained.