The fog on the deck wasn’t even that thick in comparison to how clouded Chandra’s thoughts had become, but maybe it was part of the reason. The alteration spell she had thought to have mastered had blown out of proportion, the black and purple C-cups of her elegant dancer’s bra now far too small to hold her expanded bosoms in them any longer, though at least the elastics were loose enough that the straps around her neck and her back didn’t strain. Even her skin was so overly sensitive under the long trench coat that every little bump of a hasty sailor that ran by made her flinch in response, but the worst of it were still the nipples that had thickened and elongated into the size of very large strawberries, sticking out from above the bra that had shifted to only support the breasts from below, and whenever she was unable to hold the unbuttoned front of the coat off them, the nipples brushed into its soft lining; even stimulation as gentle as that was enough to keep her balancing at the very edge of her sanity.<br/><br/>With blank eyes, the raven-haired woman stared into the nothingness of the fog, nearly oblivious to what went on around her, holding onto the front of her coat with both of her hands, a scarlet blush on her cheeks, and deep down wished for the ocean to swallow her whole. All she wanted was for the humiliation to end.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>