As she weighed the potential risks and benefits of each option, the doll-armed girl at the back of this little group suddenly brightened up. She put a finger to her chin, tapping it for a few moments in contemplation, before seeming to decide that, yes, that might be worth throwing out. "I think I might have an idea," May pipped in, stepping around in front of Rhonda with eyes full of excitement, "One that won't have too many risks for you, and might be... a bit more fun, too."
Eager for any potential solutions, Rhonda gestured for May to continue, and she did so with gusto. "We don't know what a bunch of magical surgery or extra transformations on your part could do, right? So, what if we don't cast any magic on you and Sofia, but on someone else?" She pointed a hand towards herself. "I know a spell that can grant a boon, of uh... *supernaturally* powerful lungs. If I cast that on myself..."
A subtle motion towards the draconic girl's chest finished her thought rather succintly. It was, in fact, a rather rational idea, one that'd minimize how much magic could potentially come in and screw around with her body, a rather pleasing concept considering just how much of a minefield Rhonda was, between this week's events and years of getting highly invasive spells cast on her. The apparent logic and sound thinking still didn't stop her from blushing pretty hard at the thought of May absolutely going to town on her breasts.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!" Abigail was barely even hiding the jealous undertone as she objected. "First of all, Mannequin-Arm, motorboating her with some hicktown trailer park super-lungs spell can't possibly be safe!" She didn't get a chance to launch into an infuriated rebuttal before Abigail continued. "And second, literally all that's going to do is shift our problems! Weinerschnitzel will be out of one person, into another, and we'll be right back at where we started!"
It was Miss Wandler's turn to interject. "No, no... that's not a bad plan at all, actually." She nodded, smiling. "It would remove Sofia with minimal danger to Rhonda, and even if the core slides slightly into another person, it'll be far easier to immediately remove from a throat than from deep inside a witch's body." After a moment more consideration, however, she let out a quiet hum. "But your magic couldn't produce a strong enough effect. I'd need to cast the spell myself, and I'm not sure if one girl sucking with all that power would be enough-"
"Then I'll do it too!"
The room fell into an awkward silence as everyone now started at Abigail, surprised by her outburst. "What?!" She yelled, "She has two tits! Doll-Arm grabs the one, I jump on the other, and we get this shit sorted out here and now!"
Taken aback, Rhonda glanced down, Sofia's face forming on her shoulder as they both shared a 'seriously what the fuck do we do here' look. It was a common sort of expression, the two of them staring at each other at the points where their adventures finally hit a point of maximum absurdity. As was so often the case, they found themselves unable to do much else but shrug, silently and collectively accepting that, fuck it, neither of them had anything better. "Okay, okay," Rhonda muttered, looking back up at the group, "I guess... I guess this is out better option.
She started muttering something in Spanish under her breath as Miss Wandler set to quick work, waving her wand around and chanting in some eldritch tongue in order to cast the appropriate spell on both May and Abigail. Taking a moment to make sure that the door to the classroom was locked, Rhonda took a deep breath, before reaching down to start, well... tugging up her shirt to lift it up. It was utterly and completely bizarre, lifting it up to expose the large chest beneath - though not as bizarre and awkward as a little manipulation from Sofia's slimy form unclasping her bra and pushing it to the floor, letting the considerable double bounty within hang free. *Someone* was getting the hang of fine motor control with their body.
May and Abigail both paused as the spell completed and they looked over at Rhonda, as if they were simultaneously realizing exactly what they had agreed to here. Their eyes darted from Rhonda, to each other, then back to the dragon-morph - and then, like predators competing for a fresh kill, they pounced. May's mouth capturing one nipple, Abigail's the other, and clamping down to start sucking like vacuum cleaners hooked up to a nuclear reactor.
She couldn't stop a moan from leaving her mouth, both at the feeling of Sofia within her suddenly being yanked hard towards the suction forces, and just from the simple fact that both girls were going at some of her most sensitive regions. She leaned back, hands gripping a desk in a white-knuckle grip, just hoping that this wouldn't backfire. Or that, if it did, as everything seemed to do at this school, that the backfire wouldn't turn out to be too terrible of a thing.