Jalah stopped her friend from scooping up the crystal powder and bringing it to her. "Don't bother. It's useless for diagnostic purposes now, luckily the curse on the orb was unmistakable. Here, sit down and I'll explain."
They sat and Jalah resumed speaking. "I'm well acquainted with this particular curse because years ago I myself was struck with it. It's the cause of my current state," at this the woman gestured to her expansive chest that was once again resting on the tabletop. "Which in turn ended my own thieving career. A successful one I might add." To emphasize her point, Jalah wiggled her ten intact digits. "Never caught by the city guards. Anyways,-"
"Wait, so the curse makes your boobs bigger?"
Jalah rolled her eyes at the oversimplification. "Not directly. I was getting to that. Clumsiness is the intended effect. You saw me falling off my chair right? Pretty graceless. Now can you imagine me prowling along a rooftop forty feet in the air with my balance? See, the intent is to make it so that the thief cannot continue stealing indefinitely.
"But why your breasts? Is the wizard some kind of pervert?"
"Not necessarily. For this a little explanation of magical theory is in order. The difference between a lesser curse like the one that turned your hands blue for a day after stealing that nobleman's dagger, and a greater curse like this one, is the source of the magic itself. Lesser curses can be accomplished without external aid. Greater ones enlist the help of supernatural forces. In this case, Lokkesh, the god of mischief. Unfortunately, when the curse asks for something as ambiguous as 'increased clumsiness,' this leaves the god room to interpret the effects as they see fit. And of course, Lokkesh being a notoriously lecherous deity, he-"
Tenfingers tried her hardest to listen. She kept eye contact, and nodded occasionally, but the drone of her friend's speech grew increasingly distant. Soon she was daydreaming.
A stream of gold coins was falling from the sky. She caught some in her hands but they began overflowing. So instead she stretched the neckline of her tunic open and stood under the steady stream. But to her delight, her shirt was not only filling with gold. She could feel her breasts pressing outward and together. In her new cleavage more coins collected and her breasts grew to accommodate the load. She looked down dreamily at her chest and grinned. The coins were causing the swollen top halves of her boobs to jiggle with each tiny impact. They would be free to shake more if unconstrained. Her hands went to undo the laces of her tunic.
But Jalah's words woke her before that happened. "Well?"
Tenfingers wracked her brain, demanding it spit out the words her friend was waiting to hear. Thankfully it did. "Right. The effects are tied to the value of the object, but the curse itself is tied to stealing. So don't steal."
"So you have been listening. Frankly I'm impressed," Jalah beamed. "You have a tendency to drift off when I'm going over theoretical magic. Why are you untying your top though? Are you hot?"
Tenfingers blushed crimson. She fanned her face to give her words more credibility. "Err- now that you mention it, yes. Gotta run. Thanks so much for all your help."
They hugged, and Tenfingers left the way she came, back into the alley.
They sat and Jalah resumed speaking. "I'm well acquainted with this particular curse because years ago I myself was struck with it. It's the cause of my current state," at this the woman gestured to her expansive chest that was once again resting on the tabletop. "Which in turn ended my own thieving career. A successful one I might add." To emphasize her point, Jalah wiggled her ten intact digits. "Never caught by the city guards. Anyways,-"
"Wait, so the curse makes your boobs bigger?"
Jalah rolled her eyes at the oversimplification. "Not directly. I was getting to that. Clumsiness is the intended effect. You saw me falling off my chair right? Pretty graceless. Now can you imagine me prowling along a rooftop forty feet in the air with my balance? See, the intent is to make it so that the thief cannot continue stealing indefinitely.
"But why your breasts? Is the wizard some kind of pervert?"
"Not necessarily. For this a little explanation of magical theory is in order. The difference between a lesser curse like the one that turned your hands blue for a day after stealing that nobleman's dagger, and a greater curse like this one, is the source of the magic itself. Lesser curses can be accomplished without external aid. Greater ones enlist the help of supernatural forces. In this case, Lokkesh, the god of mischief. Unfortunately, when the curse asks for something as ambiguous as 'increased clumsiness,' this leaves the god room to interpret the effects as they see fit. And of course, Lokkesh being a notoriously lecherous deity, he-"
Tenfingers tried her hardest to listen. She kept eye contact, and nodded occasionally, but the drone of her friend's speech grew increasingly distant. Soon she was daydreaming.
A stream of gold coins was falling from the sky. She caught some in her hands but they began overflowing. So instead she stretched the neckline of her tunic open and stood under the steady stream. But to her delight, her shirt was not only filling with gold. She could feel her breasts pressing outward and together. In her new cleavage more coins collected and her breasts grew to accommodate the load. She looked down dreamily at her chest and grinned. The coins were causing the swollen top halves of her boobs to jiggle with each tiny impact. They would be free to shake more if unconstrained. Her hands went to undo the laces of her tunic.
But Jalah's words woke her before that happened. "Well?"
Tenfingers wracked her brain, demanding it spit out the words her friend was waiting to hear. Thankfully it did. "Right. The effects are tied to the value of the object, but the curse itself is tied to stealing. So don't steal."
"So you have been listening. Frankly I'm impressed," Jalah beamed. "You have a tendency to drift off when I'm going over theoretical magic. Why are you untying your top though? Are you hot?"
Tenfingers blushed crimson. She fanned her face to give her words more credibility. "Err- now that you mention it, yes. Gotta run. Thanks so much for all your help."
They hugged, and Tenfingers left the way she came, back into the alley.