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Her face darkened at Ellie’s insult, and her shadow grew long and menacing. “You dare to look down on me, princess?” she roared. “You had better hope you are as pure and chaste as you imply. For if being a whore makes a woman a stupid cow, and if such stupid cows should be of use to their kingdom, then I curse you to live by your words.” The witch stormed out, and Ellie tried to laugh it off. But she soon learned the woman’s threat had teen not been idle. Ellie was not particularly slutty, but sexy she amateur had urges like any woman, and it was not uncommon for her, in the privacy of her royal bedchamber, to finger her pussy until she reached a satisfying orgasm. It took her three such nights, over the course of a week, to notice that her tits had gotten bigger. She noticed it mostly because she no longer fit into her tightest bra or corset. 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Her face paling in horror, Ellie found herself obediently pulling her panties down her stockinged legs and lifting her skirts to let everyone stare at her pussy. “I must be useful,” the traitorous voice in her head said as the sorcerers leeringly stared at what had once been her private feminine secrets. In the end the head sorcerer promised to work on the problem, but he had a smile on his face that suggested he was not entirely unhappy with the status quo. Ellie unhappily returned to the task of running the kingdom. The next week was pure torture. The changes in her breasts were doing interesting things to her hormones, and she was constantly experiencing some level of arousal. Keeping her hands away from her cunt became a daily battle. In any case, whenever I can, I try to tag along, because I enjoy spending time amateur with friends, especially when it’s at the beach. 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