"Hmmm," I said, still grinning at her "I'll think about it, but you still haven't shown me where to leave my coat."
Monique let out a lady-like "Humph!" and pointed at an open door a little ways down the upstairs hallway. "Eet is een there! You can 'ang it up yourself!" Still keeping her arms across her chest she climbed the last few steps and stood off to one side leaning against the wall. "I 'ope when you get back you will remember to act the kind young gentleman Ah remember."
Her anger and pouting were almost as sexy as her swollen breasts. I ducked into a "storage room" almost as big as my family's living room at home. Movable racks held an assortment of coats, clothing, and other gear. Apparently some of the guests had waited to change until they got here, or were going to change into costume a bit later in the evening.
I could hear Monique muttering out in the hall and paused to listen. After a while the muttering became moaning, and a quick peak revealed that she'd returned to squeezing her breasts. As I paused to look on she dreamily raised a tit to her mouth and began licking her nipple before contentedly sucking on it.
Her eyes widened as she noticed me watching her and she hastily crossed her arms over her chest again. The hall lights gleamed from a drop of saliva clinging to the curve of her breast.
"We-all," I drawled, "if I'm no gentleman, you're surely no lady, acting like that where anyone could come by and get an eye-full."
"Eet ees your illusion that makes me do this, of myself Ah would never do such coarse things."
She was lying through her teeth; all I'd done was make them big and sensitive and stipulate she'd believe the change was stage magic or hypnotism of some kind--anything but real magick.
"Really?" I said "Then you know that if I hold out my hands you'll be unable to resist placing your breasts in them?"
Her eyes widened in panic and she pressed herself more firmly against the wall. I noticed she'd stepped out of her heels and had her legs braced in the carpet; her back must be getting awfully sore supporting all that weight.
"Aiee, M'sieur Zho-wee, you would not make me do that! Please no! Eet ees bad enough Ah cannot cover myself and, and am drawn to *touch myself* een front of you!" Big fat tears began rolling down her cheeks. At least she was smart enough to use smudge-proof mascara. "Please, Ah am getting frightened by you."
"How 'bout a deal then?" I asked her. "I'll reduce the illusion until they'll fit in your dress, but you've got to do some things for me."
Monique strained to cover her nipples with one arm while she used her other hand to wipe tears off her cheeks. There was no way she could cover enough of her tits to be "decent" but she was doing the best she could.
"What do you want me to do?" She started to say something then stopped and bit her lip.
"First," I said holding up one finger, "you agree that your breast illusion will become permanent--not the mind-control parts, just the size and sensitivity increase. Second," I said holding up another finger, "you agree to go on a few dates with me; dinner and a movie, a picnic in the park, that sort of thing. And third," I said spreading my hand palm up and holding it out in front of her "if you don't come take care of this erection you've given me I'll just have to trust the mind control to *make* you come do it."
Sure the mind control bit was horse-shit, but she'd convinced herself that it was why she couldn't keep her hands off herself. If she resisted pressing her tit into my hand she'd have to admit the other actions had been all her as well, and if she *did* give in, well, I figured it wouldn't take much to get her so horny she'd be fucking me in no time.
Monique was staring at my hand like it was some sort of dangerous creature. She was shaking her head back and forth and muttering to herself in French, even as her arms began slipping lower and lower. Monique whined softly as she stepped away from the wall, her body trembling. She was gasping for breath and sweat stood out on her skin. Her arms fell to her sides and her back arched as she stood, breasts fully uncovered at last and thrust toward me as she fought the siren call of my outstretched hand.