It's early morning, the sun only barely coming to peek over the frozen mountains to the east. The early golden rays bounce and dance on the stark white snow as you toil. The final ingredient is almost done heating. After another few minutes, you toss the root into the cauldron. Why she insists on using old tools when it's 2025, you have no idea, but you still work with what you've got.

She has been your mentor for the last few years, having found you and sensing great potential in the hidden acts of thaumaturgy. And great potential, indeed; she says you're her finest student she's ever had. Of course, you have a hell of a reward waiting for you when you finish excelling at her tests: boobs. HER giant boobs, to be exact. You've been allowed to grope them over her tight clothes, and been able to jerk off to them nude, but without touching. Maybe this time, she'll even allow you to take off her bra and touch them bare.

You're toiling away in the alchemy workshop wing of her magical tower, tucked away in the Ural Mountains deep in the Russian wilderness. It's comfy enough, if a bit cold. The alembic hisses, and you pour out the glowing pink liquid into a bottle. It's some kind of growth potion, according to your master. Breast growth. Why SHE would ever need it escapes you. Ah well, maybe she just wants to have more boobage. The door is pushed open softly, and you turn to the intrusion.

She, in all her glory. She's wearing her usual mages dress with the open boob window in her bra. GOD, her rat titties look stupendous as usual. She adjusts her wide hat with a cheeky grin, her buck teeth glinting."Well, prekrasnoye utro to you, my dear student. I can smell the zel'ye... tell me, have you brewed it?"

You say nothing, simply handing the potion over. She grins wide and swipes it from your hands. She inspects it, taking a sniff and looking through the coloring. She grins wider."Neveroyatnyy! This is perfect, student! I have not seen a potion this well concocted in over 200 hundred years!"She cackles with glee, her bountiful bosom bouncing boobily."Well... this means there must be an award..."

Her short, curvy frame floats up onto the counter and crosses her arms under her giant soft titties."Today, my breasts are yours. Go on... touch them bare, suckle my nipples. Mozhet byt', ya dazhe pozvolyu tebe zasunut' svoy chlen mezhdu nimi, a?"

That's one hell of an invitation...