The young Asian woman clasped her hands and bowed gracefully. “Welcome, young lady. I have foreseen your coming.”
She huffed as she removed her backpack. “How did you…?”
“The spirits commune with me.” The woman spoke with a thick Chinese accent, still holding the respectful pose.
“I am Morgan and I have come to learn your teachings.” She bowed in response, still winded from the trek along the wooded path.
The robed woman smirked, “I don’t actually talk to the spirits… fool!” She stood upright, losing her composure. “You’re so gullible.” Her accent disappeared too.
Morgan stared incredulously. “You’re not the famed teacher of the-“
“Yes, yes, I teach what you seek,” She cut in, “but do not think I am some silly stereotype. We are in Pennsylvania after all. My name is Kimiko and what I teach is only known by a few women in the world. If you want to learn then you must learn to be open with your body.” She shed her robes, showing her stunningly formed body. She had modestly sized breasts and slim hips, but her figure was proportioned and her belly toned. She stepped ahead on bare feet, her robust body jiggling pleasantly.
Stunned, Morgan pulled back as the shorter woman approached, running a hand along her cheek and down to her breast, fondling it through her shirt. Kimiko found her nipple, pinching it playfully as she backed away. “You must remove your clothes to continue.” Morgan complied pulling her damp shirt free and sliding her crop-pants to the ground. She bashfully removed her undergarments, standing naked before the teacher.
Her friend told stories of the eccentric sensei that dwelled in the country and lived a ‘natural’ lifestyle. She would only accept young, able-bodied women and teach them intimate methods of self-defense. Morgan was nervous, but she was willing to do almost anything to gain some agency in her life. She couldn’t afford the cost or the time to attend normal classes, but this woman was free and promised results after only two days of sessions, or so she heard.
“You have a nice body, ginger, and I see you have some muscle!” Kimiko patted her ass. “A little too skinny, though.” Kimiko stared into her eyes, watching her impassively for a time. “You have big ears and a big nose, but those lips… Mmm! You smell good too.” Without warning, the teacher poked a finger between her legs, following her as she stepped back. The woman’s black hair framed her dimpled face. She laughed as she fingered the relative stranger.
“What the fuck?!”
“Go ahead and stop me, fire-crotch!” Morgan grabbed her wrist and pulled it away. She stomped over to her clothes and gathered them angrily before the other woman spoke. “To learn how to deny a man’s hands you can’t be so fragile.”
“It’s not even a man I want to stop!” Morgan spoke with rage, thinking back to her violent lover. “She beat me… and follows me… and I just need help!” Tears gathered in her eyes.
Kimiko raised her hands submissively. “I’m sorry.”
The hostility faded from Morgan as she stared, holding her gathered clothing. “Can you really help me or are you just a pervert?”
“I can do more than help you. I can give you many ways to humiliate this woman that harmed you… if you give me your trust.” She spoke with sincerity.
Morgan dropped her clothes again with a nod. Kimiko’s playful demeanor returned as she retrieved a small wooden box from inside her dwelling. She flicked the lid open with her fingers as she set it upon the ground. Six colored balls sat inlaid into the box’s pillowed interior. Nearly the size of a gold-ball, Kimiko took four, two in each hand, and spun them easily. She moved with grace, elegantly circling around as she spoke.
“I am going to put all of these balls inside you. I see you becoming skeptical, wondering how I could possibly accomplish such a thing.” She made the movements into a dance, running the balls along her extended tongue before continuing. “The first one will be simple, catching you fully off-guard.” With sudden speed, Kimiko shoved a ball up her behind, making her tighten her ass and shuffle ahead.
“That was purple, showing your hubris. However, it also is spiritual, showing your new understanding.” She continued, dancing around the guarded student. She adeptly inserted another into her pussy, making her stumble backward. “You are upset, and red matches your intensity. You are also feeling lustful, yet you hide it pridefully. Let none fall or I will be displeased.”
The woman’s straight hair swirled as she spun. Morgan lashed out, failing to hit her as she moved behind. Another strike missed and she took the opportunity to deliver the third ball. Morgan let out a moan, feeling it press into her vagina, shifting the first deeper. “I am violating you, and you are overcome with emotion. You have the energy and skill, but it is misguided by anger. Learn to take each setback as a lesson learned.”
With slow breaths, Morgan tried to focus. She waited this time, finding a slight pattern in her wild, showy dance. She leaned into the punch, astounded when the other woman easily deflected the powerful blow. Off-balance, she took the orange ball in her butt, wowed by the woman’s speed.
“Independence and ambition. You are finally listening to me. I am guiding you to change your brutish American ways, but only you can decide what you learn and how you apply it. You must not punch like a gorilla, you must strike like a feather.” Kimiko spun around and dipped, retrieving the final metal balls from the case.
Morgan shook her head, unable to process what she heard. “I don’t understand the metaphor.”
“It’s a simile, you oaf.” The Chinese woman held up her hand before landing a light strike upon Morgan’s breast. She swapped the balls into the other hand and gently slapped the other bosom, tilting her head as she watched her guest’s confusion. She patted both sides of her freckled chest a few more times, causing Morgan’s tits to quake and expand.
The change was subtle, but Morgan was certain that her breasts had grown. She was a cup-size larger now and Kimiko took advantage of her bewilderment, sneaking another orb in between her legs. She promptly flicked Morgan’s nipples, causing them to poke outward upon her larger chest.
“Blue is the color of the mind, of understanding. You just saw what I did, but it seems impossible, doesn’t it?” Kimiko took hold of the extended nipples and pulled them carefully upwards, giggling as they fell. They didn’t expand this time, but she had to lean to offset the weight of their momentum. “I notice that you are no longer resisting. Are you giving me full control now?”
Kimiko stopped dancing, her chest rising and falling quickly as she moved in close. “You want me to put this last ball inside, don’t you? I think you like having me in control of you. You’re just a scared girl looking for someone to save you from a bad world.” She reached behind her visitor, grabbing her butt as she looked into her eyes. Kimiko was shorter, but that didn’t diminish her intensity. She tucked the final ball in between her cheeks, adding to her already packed asshole.
There was a moment of uncertainty as Morgan grimaced in discomfort, growing accustomed to the addition. She had three in each hole and she couldn’t resist moving her hips forward, pressing against her instructor’s soft, well-maintained body. Her lips were soft and plush, and Morgan wanted to kiss her. She waited too long and Kimiko pulled away. Her springy ass bounced as she trotted to the main entrance to her house. She stood to the side of the open doorway, relaxing upon the wall.
“Green symbolizes growth, adventure, and youth. All of the colors mean many things, but now you have the understanding to develop your mind, body, and soul. I can teach you as much as you wish to know. Leave your belongings and come inside.” She held up a hand just before Morgan stepped through. “I expect you to clean and return my meditation balls.” She smirked, showing a glimpse of her immaculate teeth. “Don’t be greedy.”
The remainder of the day consisted of simple lessons: learning how to clean, to cook, and maintain a home mostly removed from modern amenities. The woman lived alone in the secluded dwelling a few miles from town and everything seemed mundane and wholly uninteresting. Morgan had countless questions and wanted to learn, but Kimiko kept telling her to have patience. They spoke over a modest dinner collected from the surrounding garden.
She went to bed wondering if she had been manipulated in some way, as her chest had fully returned to normal. She was sore from the training, tossing and turning as she drifted to sleep in the foreign bed. She awoke abruptly as Kimiko chased her from the bed and outside, into the morning light. Once she gathered her senses, Morgan followed her to a hill with stone stairs set into the grass. Atop that hill was a small structure with thick wooden walls. A water spigot poked through the side of the wall.
Kimiko directed her attention to a plastic funnel sitting upon the bottom step. “You must lean upon that wall up there with that in your butt.”
“What is the point of this? How does this help me defend myself?” Kimiko grabbed her breast and squeezed. When she pulled back it left her tit twice as large. Now lopsided, Morgan was horrified.
“You seek my abilities, yet you question me at every step. Perhaps I should leave you like this for the day!”
Holding her swollen breast, she gave her teacher a pleading look. “I’m sorry, I will do as you ask. Don’t leave me like this.”
The Asian woman grabbed her other mammary, gripping it in a similar fashion. It grew to roughly the same size. Morgan was even more upset, holding her larger chest in her arms. They weren’t much heavier, but they were bulky and hard to contain. Kimiko angrily pointed to the top of the small hill.
“I cannot reduce their size, but now you won’t be off-balance. Go up there and bring your funnel.”
Morgan sighed, trudging up the stairs with a chest that swayed. Her boobs were still upturned and rounded, but they were awkwardly large. Even her areolas and nipples had grown. Her movements were easier as she reached the top. She looked to her instructor for direction as she came up beside her. Kimiko bent down and went into a handstand, showing minimal effort as she lay vertically upon the wall. She rolled back onto her feet, watching for Morgan to match her position.
It was clumsy and slow, but with Kimiko’s help, she was able to rest upon the wall beneath the spigot with her legs in the air and resting upon her hands and head. She was red-faced as Kimiko worked the funnel into her butt and turned on the water. Kimiko held onto her ankles as the water poured through the funnel and into her ass. The water was at a neutral temperature, but she immediately felt air swirling in her belly.
She held this position for minutes with Kimiko’s help. She refrained from asking questions about this so-called lesson, only trying to distract herself from the water rushing into her stomach. She tensed a few times, grunting as the air shifted inside, but the flow didn’t slow. She wondered if this was the result of some other strange ability the girl possessed. Her flat belly grew, hanging closer to her face due to the inversion.
After what seemed like minutes Kimiko finally stopped the water and removed the funnel. Morgan rolled down and got up, feeling queasy from all the water she had taken. Her stomach was swollen tight, bouncing heavily beneath her rounded breasts. She looked pregnant and the thought disgusted her. Kimiko noticed.
“You don’t like your body, copper-top?”
“I’m fat and gross.”
“You are curvy and beautiful!” Kimiko grinned. “A woman should be comfortable in her body. But, if you want to be thinner again then you’ll have to work for it. Shed those pounds!”
Morgan sneered at the idea. “Here?”
“No! You’re not going outside like an animal! You can only let that out inside and I’m not letting you in until you go up and down these stairs fifty times.”
“You can’t be serious!” But, from Kimiko’s silent stare, she was.
Morgan huffed, holding her full belly as she descended the stairs, moving slowly and carefully to the base before turning and marching back up. She groaned with certain steps, focusing on holding the painful enema inside as it shifted in her belly. She could hear it grumble as she completed the first ascent. She moved back down, nearly falling as her added weight threw her off balance.
“You’re going to take forever at this rate.” The naked Asian woman squatted down as she observed.
“Why are you making me do this?”
“I’m not forcing you. You came to me, remember?”
“I mean, why can’t you just show me what I want? Do you like watching naked women suffering?”
“Maybe I do.” She grinned. “Maybe I just want to see how far I can push you before you give up and leave me alone!”
Morgan stepped heavily to the bottom, searching her instructor for intent. “Is that what you’re doing?”
“I’m not cruel, but I do like to see you strain. Only forty-six to go!”
Morgan moved faster for a time, feeling her legs burning from the exercise. The ache in her stomach was subdued now, but she still had to pause to find balance every few trips. Her curly red hair was pulled into a ponytail, allowing the occasional breeze to flow along her neck. Her springy tits hopped as she came down and her big belly bobbed as she lifted herself from stair to stair. She could tell the other girl was keeping an eye on her behind, marveling as it jiggled and flexed. Her long legs carried her heavy frame with lessening grace. She reached the mid-thirties when she slowed, nearly to a stop.
Her knees were trembling as she paused on the middle stair. “I can’t… It’s too much.”
“Would you like me to help?”
“Yes, please.” She begged, immediately questioning the other woman’s empathy.
Kimiko arose and took something stashed in the nearby garden. She opened a case to reveal a small pink dildo and a small black butt plug. She removed the two items as well as a pair of small cotton panties. Morgan contested, but she was easily able to man-handle the filled woman, sliding the too-small panties up and moving them aside to insert the toys. She was careful as she pushed the plug in. Then she fit the dildo in place, flipping the switch, making it vibrate quietly in her loins. The panties were stretched tight, allowing some red pubic hair to peek in front and some of her crack to show behind. They kept the toys fairly snug, though, even as she struggled to keep control.
“There, now you have motivation. Go faster, ginger.”
“It’s too… too much!” Morgan struggled to stand.
Kimiko slapped her butt. “I can make it worse! Do not fail this test or you will do it longer tomorrow!”
Morgan fought through the pain, stepping heavily up the stone stairs. Her feet slapped as she hurried along, trying to keep the pressure below to keep everything in. It was getting difficult, as her own moisture caused the vibrator to slide in and out. She held her belly close, keeping it from bouncing too wildly as she performed for the woman. Morgan made it past forty, but she wasn’t sure if she could finish. Her whole body ached as she slowed to a casual walk.
“Do you enjoy dragging this out?” Kimiko walked closer.
“No! This is ridiculous! Why can’t you just let me stop?!”
“Why can’t you just push through it?” Kimiko spanked her bottom.
This time Morgan felt her butt grow. The panties crawled into her crack, pushing the toys firmly inside. She looked behind to see her larger rump. Her ass was never anything special, but now it was perfectly formed. However, it added to her mass, making her ascent even more uncoordinated. She moved a little faster, but she felt like she might trip at any second.
“You just want to torture me and do your magic stuff on my body!” She sniffled. “I want to be done!”
“Seriously? You only have six more to go and you want to give up?” Kimiko slapped her chest and her butt, making both grow. She was beautiful before, but now she was every man’s dream. Her hourglass figure moved so easily as she darted up and down the steps. “This is showing you how to handle my power. You can use this on others or yourself, do you really want to walk away without knowing how I do it?”
Morgan breathed quickly, ignoring the girl as she continued her exercise. She shifted her balance, letting her belly jiggle freely as she plowed up the stairs. She didn’t care how she looked, focusing on the finish line. Her tits shot in different directions and the toys made her legs even shakier, but she tried to think of a distraction.
She looked to the sexy Asian running the opposite direction. Her steps sent her perfect, creamy breasts upward only to fall heavily. Her pink nipples standing erect and upturned. Kimiko’s toned belly flexing as her wide hips shifted. Her trimmed bush glistening as she stepped up. They passed and Morgan stole a glance of her squishy rump, shaking as her plush thighs rebounded. Seeing her sexy body did help her mind push through the pain.
The final descent came and then the last walk to the top. Kimiko slowed to accompany her. “Good to see I didn’t make a mistake choosing you.” She reached down and flipped the vibrator’s switch through the undergarment.
“You say that to… everyone.” Morgan collapsed softly as she reached the top, plopping on her fat bottom as she looked at her instructor. “There, it’s over. Can I go in now?” She didn’t even mind the plug at the moment, focused entirely on her sore legs. She wasn’t sure if she could get back up.
“Tomorrow I will show you how to inflate someone. You can use it for protection or pleasure.” Kimiko grabbed her round breasts, squeezing as she smiled knowingly. “Keep your questions until the morning. Go inside and recuperate.”
It took a great deal of time to get inside and remove the stretched panties. Emptying was also an ordeal, but sleep came easily. She felt better after a short rest, waking to help prepare food and do some chores. Morgan’s slender body returned and she found herself missing the curves. She didn’t understand much about this woman or her abilities, but she was committed now.
“You have persevered through my trials and I think you are ready to understand.” Kimiko stood at the opposite side of the small, elevated stone platform. “Only women can ever learn this skill as men would surely abuse it. You must show restraint and limit public use. If you use it on yourself then it must be in private. You must always have an explanation for the results and if you adjust your body for someone then you must retain that unless you have an answer as to why it changed.” Kimiko’s eyes showed the magnitude of the restrictions. “Do you understand the rules?”
Morgan nodded sheepishly. “I will respect the privacy of your teachings.”
Kimiko’s demeanor relaxed. “Good, because if I hear that you’ve advertised our abilities then I will personally hunt you down!” She grinned. “Now, beside you is a small cup of tea. Drink that.” Morgan drank from the tiny porcelain cup. It tasted bland, but she immediately felt a chill run through her body.
“You now have the power, but I must show you how to use it. Slap your chest.” Kimiko hit her own breast lightly, showing her how to proceed. With a gentle hit, Morgan did the same to no effect. “You must think about making it larger. Don’t go too big, for whatever you think will happen.
She repeated the process and she couldn’t tell if anything happened. She did it again and her left breast doubled in size, hanging awkwardly larger than the other. She was amazed and concerned at the same time. She tried it on her other bosom and it grew as well, but it grew much larger. Originally she was barely in a B-cup, but now her left boob was a D-cup and the right would be in a DDD-cup, or an E-cup, she didn’t know. The lopsided breast hung heavily with her nipple pointing slightly downward She was hiding her panic looking to Kimiko for guidance.
“Do not worry, I can help. Nothing is permanent, but the amount of time varies on what you choose. You can’t undo it, but you can lessen the time. Think about making it smaller and try again.”
Placing a hand on her larger breast, Morgan thought hard about making it shrink. Her thoughts wandered for an instant and it suddenly grew again, making her stumble and sink to her knees. She had an outlandishly sized boob, roughly the size of a basketball compressed upon the stone floor. She screamed, but Kimiko only watched.
“Do not be nervous. Have a clear thought in your mind and touch it only for a moment.”
She didn’t understand how her breast grew so immensely, but she tried not to panic. Morgan slapped the springy mound of flesh, making it ripple as she waited for a result. It took a few long, agonizing minutes as she distracted herself with the sights and sounds of nature before she felt her skin contracting. The enormous tit slid along the stone, making her pull back as it lifted from the ground. She breathed heavily as it subtly shrank. Once finished it was perfectly matching her other breast. She was elated, jumping up and down, watching them spring upward and roll down.
“Now, you know how to use it on yourself. Do it to me.”
Morgan hesitantly moved in and touched her chest. Kimiko’s breasts swelled to a generous C-cup, making her small-waist figure even more desirable. Kimiko shot out a hand, hitting her in the belly before she leaped backward. Morgan moved held her breasts apart with her arms, watching her flat belly round and thicken. She looked like she was in the mid-stages of pregnancy and it horrified her.
“I doubt you will encounter someone with our skills, but you must learn to defend yourself. I say to keep our skills quiet, but they can be used on people who are about to assault you. If they even dare to speak of the encounter then no one would believe one person.” Kimiko thought for a moment. “To answer other questions you may have: This ability works on all areas of the body, but certain areas are more susceptible. I have found it can make a man’s member larger.” She gave a playful grin. “And your control will become easier over time. You have to willfully choose to inflate things, but right now that is all that’s on your mind. Now, pretty girl, you have my skill and knowledge and it only remains to be honed.” Kimiko bowed graciously. “We will spar. Your goal is to make me immobile.”
Morgan lamented how she started with a disadvantage, looking again at her swollen chest and belly. She ignored the handicap, moving forward with hands wide and ready to strike. She shot out a hand, but Kimiko deflected with her arm.
“You were thinking of making my boob bigger, but you hit my arm. So, nothing happened.”
Again Morgan landed a glancing hit upon her arm, but now her focus caused it to grow. Kimiko’s right arm thickened slightly. The radiant, soft skin made her forearm and upper arm swell. It looked kind of ridiculous until she struck the other. Both of Kimiko’s arms were noticeably bigger, but nothing too extreme. Her larger breasts helped diminish their scale.
Kimiko touched her arms casually before she went low and ducked behind her protégé. She spanked Morgan hard, making her stumble forward. She felt her skin expanding behind her and soon she was forced to take a hard seat upon the stone. Her ass was so large that it was like sitting in a chair. She knew she had lost. Kimiko’s arms returned to normal as she crossed them, approaching with an accomplished smirk.
“Can you help me?” Morgan asked shamefully.
“It looks like you need more practice, freckles.” Kimiko reached out.
Grabbing Kimiko’s wrists, Morgan pulled her forward. She grappled her teacher, grabbing the woman’s tight behind as she thought. She loved feeling her pliable rump and she had trouble letting go. Kimiko had a subtle scent and her position between Morgan’s open legs caused deep arousal. The Asian woman looked into her eyes, sensing her lust. She pulled free and stepped back.
Kimiko looked back, surprised that her rump hadn’t changed. “Clever and caring.” She reached around Morgan again, this time without disturbance. She sank her fingers into her squishy ass, stepping back to inspect the downed girl. The changed happened at a modest pace, leaving Morgan sitting normally upon the cool stone. Kimiko sat down beside her.
“I’m sorry for calling you names. I like your hair.” Kimiko turned, her unblemished skin crinkled with regret. “I just try to play into the part of the cruel instructor.”
“It wasn’t that bad. I’ve seen worse.”
“Thank you for understanding.” Kimiko put a hand on her visitor’s thigh. “You are free to go whenever you’d please, but if you’d like to learn more than I would be happy to teach you.” Kimiko gave her a knowing smirk. “I can show you some more… intimate lessons.”
Morgan loved the sound of that.
The young Asian woman clasped her hands and bowed gracefully. “Welcome, young lady. I have foreseen your coming.”