This had not in any way, shape or form been her original plan for lunch period, but Rhonda was a girl accustomed to adapting. Her intention had been to show some of her friends this amazing new power of hers, and while she was here, setting out on what she hoped to be a path away from being rivals with Abigail... well, if nothing else, it could be a fun distraction. "Hey," she said in a quiet tone, one of her left arms patting Abigail's midsection as the other slipped over in front of her torso, alongside its matching upper arm on the right. "You wanna see something really freaking cool that I can do now?"
The witch raised an eyebrow, but nodded, their skin squeaking as she pulled her head up with a curious gaze. With a smile Rhonda turned her attention to her upper pair of hands. She didn't have any compulsion to use the breath on Abigail, not if they were trying to get off on a better foot... and honest to god, she had been thinking about doing a little alteration. After all, with how life normally went for her and Sofia, a little extra protection, some weapons kept close at hand, in a very literal sense, would make for excellent resources.
Her mouth hung open for a few moments, drawing in breath, before that same breath was released times a thousand. A glut of flame spewed from her mouth, mystical fires that were smaller in scale than what she'd used on the other girls, yet no less dramatic in their effects. Her breath cut out as she felt the changes send waves of excitement through her body, biting down her lip as she watched her upper hands morph right before her very eyes. Scales were the first things to appear, black and glistening, with the occasional spot of red; her nails lengthened, growing into claws that she was certain could cut metal; the scales extended up her arms, too, stopping halfway to her elbows.
"I uh... I can give people dragon features with my breath," she explained, feeling the way her new claws rubbed together. It would take some getting used to, yes, but she already felt far more powerful. Her admiration was so distracting that she almost didn't notice Abigail waving a magic hand around the new claws in shock, seemingly transfixed, until she suddenly came upon a realization, one that had her eyes growing as wide as dinner plates. She glanced down to Rhonda's claws, to her face, back and forth several times.
One of her hands ran over the altered digits as she expressed her shock. "Oh my goddess... Ohhh. Oh oh oh. How did I not see it before?" Her fingers were exploring the scales, eager to feel their texture as she kept speaking. "Why you were always so prone to changes... why you always seemed to so readily get your old form back... it all makes sense."
"That's... great.... you wanna share that sense with me?"
Abigail's eyes turned up to meet Rhonda's gaze as fingers interlocked with claws. "Rhonda... do you.... do you know what a sorceress is?"
Rhonda blinked. "A... nother word for a witch?"
"Far from it. No, no, a sorceress is a mortal who has the blood of witches somewhere in her veins, but it has been... altered, typically by... intermingling with humans." A small breath leaves her. "Sorceresses cannot cast spells, but they have innate magic, specific abilities that can be unlocked in the right circumstance... manifesting in all sorts of different ways... healing... destruction... illusion... and even transmutation.
The light was slowly flicking on in Rhonda's (sometimes slow) head. Abigail didn't know about Rhonda's mother, but... but if Margo had been telling the truth about everything... "You... you think I'm a sorceress?"
"You have to be. That's the only way I could imagine you being able to transform others..." Her mouth hung open for a second. "A sorceress' power, it... it's often influenced by their environment. If they experienced something a great deal, especially in their formative years, like shapeshifting... they'll often develop... abilities in the same vein...."
"...like transforming others."
"Or even being able to transform yourself, or resist certain effects of transformations."
Her mind reeled back to the whole mermaid kerfuffle some months back. She'd been far more resistant than just about anyone else to the inherent horniness gripping most victims, without any real explanation why. But if she had more control over her own bodily alterations than she'd realized... it would line up nicely. And just yesterday, when she'd been able to retain her extra mammary size after unmerging... maybe that wasn't just blind luck.
She had to test it. She just had to. Biting her lip, she let her mind drift right back to her own impressive bust, imagining extra mass - she had the strength to support it, so screw it, might as well go all out if this was really a thing she could do. For several moments, her dual racks remained sadly unmoving... and then, like a lightning bolt slamming into her stomach, she felt her torso shoot up, her 'chest' region gaining length and driving her to be a bit taller, as prelude to what came next.
The front of her uniform automatically adjusted to fit as a third pair of breasts rapidly formed underneath her existing ones, swelling up in seconds to the same size and perkiness as the rest of her endowments. With shock she found herself moving her lower hands to cup them, finding they were oh so sensitive - there was a squeal right away, partly out of excitement, and partly out of the rush of pleasure that came from groping herself. And from Abigail reaching out in shock to feel them up - she'd give the girl a pass, Rhonda would've done the same if the roles were reversed.
"Holy shit!" The exclamation was one of the happiest of her life. "I can do magic! I can do fucking magic!"
"It's not spellcasting, but... wow." Abigail might have felt a little upswell of pride - her various schemes, and their transformative effects on Rhonda, had probably played a role in driving the latina's inherent magical potential down this route. She squeezed down a bit harder, and it provoked an immediate reaction from Rhonda - the girl snapped around and unleashed a gout of flame at Abigail's chest. Her momentary panic receded as she felt a swelling within them, a flush of pleasant heat that compelled them to gain mass, stopping just short of Rhonda's size.
"Play with your own for a bit, huh?" She grinned, feeling flushed at the sheer rush of this newfound capability. Heart pounding at a mile a minute and hands feeling herself up, thoughts about getting back to class soon were fading away. Skipping classes would do her no good, but there was a newfound drive to explore this power, to see what the limitations were... and honestly? Seeing Abigail squeezing her own newly-enhanced bust, she had a few very dirty thoughts circling in her head.