"Just my luck."
 Wimmeon was very grumpy as he made his way through the halls of the Venecester academy of magic and mysticism with a stack of books under his shoulder.
 Most wizards are at the very least in their thirties by the time they graduate, even more still decide to take decades more to trully master their craft. Wim's only nineteen by the time he's about to graduate. A very rare occurance indeed, Wimmeon is the talk of his school.
 "I can't belive they made me do this. Me of all people." Wim grumbled under his nose as he walked down the corridor leading to the female dorms.
 He had been assigned to help out one of the students. A former classmate of his, Henthanay. That's about all they had in common, starting school on the same year.
 Henthanay was a terrible student. One of the worst in all of Venecester. Getting held back twice already, she dangerously close to getting her memory wiped and being sent out to live the rest of her days as a low-born peasant on the outside world.
 Such a fate would ill have suited her, as she quite enjoyed the more leisurely parts of a witch's life. You can't really afford to slack off when your life depends on the next harvest.
 Wim knocked on the thick wooden door of her chamber. Receiving no response, he knocked a second time.
 "If she's not here, then they can't tell me I didn't try. Good riddance." He thought to himself.
 Just as be was about to turn around and go tend to more important business, he heard the creak of the door opening. With an annoyed expression be turned around.
 "Wimmy? Whatcha doing 'ere, twerp?"
 Henthanay looked quite unkempt, moreso than usual that is. She managed to put on a shirt, but it would seem she couldn't find the time to button it properly. One button was all that stood between the world at large and the two sizable 'mana-storing' orbs, both a result of alchemical experiments, the one thing she had some experience with.
The shirt's lenght also concealed the fact she hadn't found the time to put on any undergarments either.
 Her dumb expression was further enhanced by the fact she had put on her witch hat backwards. How can one tell whether a witch's hat is backwards? Adept magic users like Wimmeon will tell you it's when the tip is pointing forwards. Henthanay did not posses such esoteric knowledge.
 "Principal Periphenicus has given me the daunting task of tutoring you ahead of the next exam, so here I am. Altough I'd much prefer to do something productive."
 "Oh, Wimmy, thanks a lot!"
 The so-so witch rushed to embrace the scrawny prodigy. Altough they were the same age, Wimmeon shunned physical activity. His short stature resulted in occasional teasing from those jealus of his academic achievements.
 He dropped his books, startled, as his face was buried in the dunce's bosom.
 Henthanay was his opposite in this way too, the nubile young witch had a somewhat stocky, very feminine build. Her firm perky breasts were two good reasons for staff members to think twice about expelling her from the academy. Her taller than average height also meant the mage was about a head shorter than her.
 Wimmeon wasn't impressed.
 "G-gah! Get off me!"
He pushed against his former classmate, to little effect. Only when he accidentally pushed his hands against her big breasts, did his efforts bring any fruit. With a girly gasp, Hent let go of him, red in her face, while the poor student did his best to start breathing again.
 "Tch-! Watch it, you oaf! Who's going to educate you if I'm suffocated, huh?!"
Wim was equally red faced.
 "So sorry~! Bwah-!"
Henthanay responded by giving Wimm a quick peck on the forehead before showing him her tongue to tease him.
 "You're lucky the principal likes you more than he has any reason to! The fact you were even admitted to this institution is an insult to magic itself!"
She knew just how to make him mad. She found his dorky anger very cute. She couldn't resist the chance to get under the skin of some who made her feel so unwanted.
 "Okay, okay... I said I'm sorry! Here let me help you bring these inside."
 Henthanay bent over to pick up the books Wimmeon had dropped, putting her bare ass on full display. The cheeks' size covered her privates, but it was still too much for poor Wim to take. In just one moment he understood why Hent was so popular among his classmates. A stream of blood erupted from his nostrils, he quickly covered the gushing blood with a napkin as he averted his gaze, looking at the walls, ceiling, anywhere. His face was completely red.
 Henthanay enjoyed every moment of tormenting him. Seeing the tent in Wim's pants, she turned around with the books in her hands, pushing her breasts up with them. Cornering Wim, she gave him no escape route.
 "Go on then, make yerself at home!"
She said as she marched on inside undeterred by Wimmeon's unsure movements.
 Henthanay's chamber was one big mess. Robes strewn about in piles, alchemical ingredients placed haphazardly. Actually not too different from the average witches' dorm.
 Wim, a bit dizzy from the arousal, did his best to maintain his composure. Even as Hent made sure to place the books down on her desk in the most suggestive way possible. He simply turned around and waited for her to stop.
 "I-I can't belive what a mess you've made of your chamber! It looks like a manticore's nest not the residence of a witch-in-training at the Venecester academy of m-magic."
 "Yeah... sorry about that. Most people I have over don't seem to notice it, though."
Wimmeon rolled his eyes in response.
 "Okay, well, I gave you some basic reading material. So long as you can read, and I have my doubts on the matter, you should be able to score at least a passing grade."
 Wim made his way to the exit, before getting cut off by Henthanay once again.
 "Wait, you said the principal told you to tutor me. If I just needed books, I could've gotten them from the library myself."
 Once again, Hent began using her size to domineer physically over the scene. The small chamber didn't give Wim much room to avoid Henthanay's heaving breasts as they pressed against his own boney chest.
The tent in his pants meanwhile had been periodically bumping into what Wimmeon hoped had just been Hent's thighs.
 "I--"
 Wim almost lost to his primal instincts as he saw the witch's seductive expression. In all his years of study he's lead an entirelly ascetic lifestyle, now it was all put to test.
 "I very much d-doubt you've ever stepped foot in the library of your own accord! Now, step aside, Henthanay!'
 Wimmeon was proud of himself that he managed to make it clear he had no intention of humoring this slacker. A triumph of knowledge over desire, exemplar of the atitude a true wizard must always stay true to!
 "No~. You're going to make me a proper witch."
 With a swift movement, she took off both her hat and shirt, leaving herself completely buck naked. Her short dark brown hair came loose, as did her breasts. Both restrained by clothing no longer.
 "Hen-!"
Wimmeon couldn't even manage to muster up a verbal interruption as Henthanay's mouth sealed around his lips in a sloppy kiss. At the same time, she grabbed the throbbing mass of his erection, and guided his hand onto her rear with the other.
 Wim could resist no longer. His scholarly mind became entirely subconcious, and only primal reproductive instincts remained. His hand firmly grabbed the large ass cheek, which proved to large for his single boney hand to handle.
 Spells, potions, magical creatures. The only thing on Wimmeon's mind was whether to use his free hand to grab Henthanay's arse or tits.
 Noticing her partner's reciprocity, she let go of him, and instead took off his pants , without interrupting their rowdy foreplay. His erection sprouted streight up, before being squished by her stomach as she pressed him against the wall. Her minge ovulating in anticipation, as Wim spread her ass cheeks apart with both her hands.
 Reorienting the both of them, Hent now placed herself against the wall, yet the colliding didn't stop, as by now, both parties had no intention of stopping.
 As Henthanay pulled away to position herself atop her bed, she pulled away from the kiss, which was more like a large fish trying to eat a smaller fish, yet one to big to fit down it's gullet. Wim clearly enjoyed it though, as as soon as she pulled her mouth off, with a noticable *pop* sound, he pursued, not even allowing the trail of saliva connecting their mouths to tear.
 Wimmeon's once inteligent mind was now completely under the control of pheromones and desire, most unwizardlike. Not like he cared, he was about to get even more intimate with Henthanay.
 Spreading her legs widely, she welcomed his advances. Wim was in absolute bliss as he felt the slick insides of Hent's minge wrap around his virginal cock. The wildest tales he heard about Henthanay didn't do it justice.
 "I want you in me~"
 Henthanay pushed Wim's head against her breast, and he didn't have to be instructed on what to do next. Hent wasn't sure which she enjoyed more; the sensation, or seeing the academy's biggest nerd suckling her teet like a baby. She wrapped her hand around his buttcheek in turn, like he did with her, altough a lot more posessivelly.
 Wim's thrusts became rapid, and the experienced witch knew what it meant well. Pushing the hypnotized student off, she threw him onto her bed in turn. His twitching erect cock seemingly ready to burst at any time. She caressed it with both her breasts as she licked the tip up, then down.
 Wim couldn't take any more, the fact he managed to hold back this long suprised Henthanay. Her mouth wrapped around his member and sucked strongly as the semen flew in huge quantities, filling her whole mouth again and again as she gulped down more and more of it.
Wim reached pure exctasy, collapsing limply onto Hent's bed, mindlessly. She licked her lips clean of any remaining residue, and then laid beside Wimmeon, a smile of satisfaction on her face as she saw his enfatuated expression.
 She embraced the boy, her eyes in a seductive squint as they laid side by side like a married couple, something ridiculous to them both.
 "Y'know..."
 Interrupting the silence for the first time, aside from the moans from both of them, Hent struck up a coversation.
 "That was quite a barrel of fun, don'tcha think~...? I could definitely go for seconds..."
 Wim's eyes lit up instantly. He's never experienced this much pleasure before.
 "Buuuut... it doesn't seem like you're up for it~..."
 Henthanay looked over at Wim's member, now at half mast despite the arousal. He simply didn't have it in him, as much as he desired it.
 "I-I...!"
 The witch smirked. One bit of rowdy fun with her was enough to turn someone so articulate into a bumbling dummy that makes her seem well spoken by comparison. Maybe it's contagious? She couldn't tell ya, she didn't know the first thing about contagions.
 "Well, if you're REALLY still up for it, there's this one potion a witch from your year once gave me... wouldja lika that?"
 Having gone non-verbal, his mimicry and expression made his lusty intentions very clear.
 "Well then!"
 She pulled out a vial from a pile of clothes by her bed.
 "If ye drink this, you'll have no trouble getting yerself back inside ol' Henthanay. Who knows, maybe if you do well, we could make this more of a... uhh what's the word... long term thing?"
 Wim grabbed it and guzzled the fluids of it's contents almost as quickly as Hent did his. Momentarily he felt reinvigorated, and now took the initative. Grabbing onto her big tits, he covered both her erect nipples with his hands as his pelvis made its way upwards to her waiting holes.
 "Sheesh, Wimmy! Who coulda known yer such a horny little squirt! Well then, come to Henthay!"
 Both of them now became actively involved, as Henthanay rode the wizard whose virginity she took. He wasn't the first, he wouldn't be the last, but she enjoyed seducing one so beloved by all the professors. She felt like she got what everyone else has been talking up for so long, enjoying it more than the interaction by its own merits.
 But she had a plan in mind, one she knew she had to carry out, no matter how much she may be enjoying the current bit of fun.
 Getting herself off of the bed, Wimm got into a sitting position as she once again began felating him.
 "How much longer is this stupid potion going to take?" She pondered to herself while spoiling Wimmeon's cock with all her mouth had to offer. "I mean... t'was fun at first. Now's jus' like any other time.." She rolled her eyes, but Wimm wasn't at all focused on her subtle expressions.
 Wimmeon suddenly felt himself becoming... soft. Why?! He was never quite this aroused! And yet, Fent's tongue was easily bending his wand like it's flaccid. The confusion momentarily snapped him out of his arousal-filled hypnotic state. His thinking was begging to regain it's focus and so he decided to ask Henthanay about it, since she was more experienced at this ONE thing than he was.
 "Hent, I-"
 His message got interrupted by another wave of extacy that washed over him. He felt amazing as he shot ropes upon ropes straight into his ex-classmates gullet. It didn't seem to end, in fact, it seemed like his member was going deeper and deeper in as it leaked it's fluids. Feeling both immensly pleasured and exhausted, Wimm closed his eyelids as he let himself collapse onto the bed in pure bliss.
 As his torso laid on the bed once more, he felt his legs go up in turn, as they would when laying down. Only they didn't land back on the ground, instead, Henthanay seemed to have grabbed a hold of them.
 The unexperienced wizard thought nothing of it, he didn't recognize any of the positions they've tried so far.
 But then he felt a strange wetness around his feet. Then an odder yet sensation enveloping them both.
 With a suprising amount of effort required, Wim arched his neck upwards and opened his eyelids. What he saw shocked him.
 Henthanay with both his feet stuffed into her mouth, along with his midsection. His anatomy was a jarbled mess, more and more of it was entering Hent's oral cavity. Her eyes rolled back into her head and Wim saw her touching herself with her free hand. First grapsing her breasts, then venturing into her bush. Her moans were stifled by her filled mouth, yet still audible.
 "Henthanay! What the blazes do you think you're doing-!"
 "Mmhphf, mphsh mhppfhh mmm~"
The craficiation he received was less than satisfactory, especially given what followed it.
 A loud *GULP* signalled pressure around Wim's feet, which were soon stringly pulled down the witch's gullet.
 "Henthanay! Stop this at once!"
 This time he didn't even receive a response, just amother eye roll, but with a somewhat more annoyed expression as another gulp got him down to his knees.
 Wimmeon attempted to mount up some sort of resistance, but his arms fell limp. Looking over at them, they looked like jello, just barely resembling their intended shape.
 "What the in seven hells was that potion?!" He thought to himself. He meant to say it out loud too, only what came out was even less indicative of his intended sentence than Henthanay's mumbles.
 One gulp after the next, he was soon swallowed to his waist. Hent's free hand guided both of Wimm's arms into her mouth, while she masturbated vigorously with the other, her libido still not satiated.
 Wimm could do little but watch as he saw a mass, one which makes up his very body, subtely slide down her neck and into her evermore disdented belly. He knew that'd be his destination soon if he didn't do something to stop this crazy witch!
 Yet his jellyfied tongue was not fit for casting spells. And casting spells with one's mind? He always wanted to learn it, but it was something only the very best mages could achieve. He hated how hopeless he was, yet he could do nothing about his situation.
 Once only his head was sticking out, Hent's moans intensified as her pleasure was reaching it's zenith. Meanwhile Wim was getting a preview of what the insides of her actual guts would feel like with the rest or his body already in her stomach. The moans reached a fever pitch as Wimmeon's head entered Henthanay's mouth and was instantly slobbered with saliva. With one final powerful gulp, Wimm's head was sent down to express was to Hent's stomach, the walls of her gullet rubbing it triumphantly, as on the outside she climaxed.
 Henthanay's gullet excreted the last of Wimmeon out of itself and into her bloated stomach.
 Laying on the floor, Hent did her best to catch her breath as her hand rested atop the bloated belly. Considerably large, her stomach was so bloated she appeared pregnant... ten times over. And yet it's not quite as large as it would have been otherwise, in large part due to Wim's liquified state. Speaking of...
 Within the churning depths of the witch's internal cauldron, the prodigy's situation was very dire. Hent's warmth no longer signified pleasure, it was the aura of a boiling enviroment, the only purpose of which is to break down. He's clung to so tightly his very shape alters itself to fit the mold of Hent's gut. It leaves very little place for his lungs, which have only some foul air to utilise, at least untill...
 *BWORP*
 "Mm, 'scuze me."
Henthanay daintly placed her hand onto her chesr while the other rubbed the top of her stomach rhytmically. That burp not only deprived Wim of what little oxygen he was supplied with, it also allowed the stomach to further constrict around him.
To make matters worse, he felt himself knocked about as Hent seemingly got up. Not that he could tell what was going on.
 Getting up on both her legs, the witch pulled her stomach upwards from bellow, her two big tits now having a place to rest atop.
 "Well, ya got inside a girl. Momma's proud of ya, Wimmy!"
Shaking the stomach some more from below, he was knocked about further, soon being upside-down from his original position.
 "Aaaanyways... yer probably wondering why I went through all of this commotion... and I get that! No offense, but there's way better food than nerd jello."
 The 'nerd-jello''s situation got drastically worse, as the now upside down prodigy's mouth was flooded with what must've been Henthanay's previous meal. As it entered his mouth and went down his throat, he felt it sting him from both inside and out. Hent was now effortlessly boiling him alive. The pain caused enough of a reaction for Wim's basically immobile body to cause a modicum of commotion.
 "Hey, keep it down, will ya? I'm trying to tell ya while yer down 'ere. Though, I guess it's all the same to ya."
Wimmeon was once again knocked about as Henthanay laid back on the bed. Luckily for him, he was no longer being drowned in puke. Just choking on the internal gas of the worst student in this academy.
 "So, my bestie Tenepheé, got sooo sad that I might get the boot outta here that she told me of this whole 'brain food spell, right?"
 Hent started rubbing her stomach again, now satisfied both sexually and in terms of her fullness.
 "And ya know me, I told her to go shag a goat, I don't need any help from a dumb witch bitch the likes of her! But she did have a point, I don't wanna get thrown out, ya know?"
 Wimmeon was barely paying any attention to what seemed to be a dumb gossip in comparison to his dire predicament. He was being broken down at the molecular level by someone who doesn't know what a molecule even is.
 "Anyways, she told me this one spell before I told her off. Basically you eat something that'd make you smart - like an inteligence potion, then you cast it. Yeah, yeah, I know those potions have their name. Anyways, I got to thinking. Why eat something like that when I just eat the biggest nerd in school? Yeah, and to think these idjits call ME dumb... If this works, you'll soon help me remember all the various potion names!"
 Gwimmeon cringed at the thought of getting absorbed this moron. It's like he saw a vision of hell, yet was completely helpless as he approached it ever so closer.
 "It's something in latin, I wrote it down because, ya know me, I do oh so like to forget. Got it right here, under my very pillow. Neat, huh?"
 Skin began peeling off of Wim's body. The potion still hasn't stopped working, his body began becoming watery. Soon enough, Henthanay's stomach will be like a dish with two liquids inside like oil and water. Oh, and some ejaculate. Only in this case, they'll soon amalgamate together as Wimmeon gets processed by her roaring insides.
 "Let's see... 'absorbebit omnine?' Wait, no it says 'absorbebit omnino'! Yeah, 'absorbebit omnino'! Betcha didn't know that one, smartass!"
 Wimmeon did hear about this spell, altough this specific usage was something entirely new to him. Usually it'd be used to increase the potency of potions or herbs ingested by the caster. But people?!
Wait... did she say it multiple times?!
 "Well, now that we got that out of the way... *yawn* I think I'll hit the hay for now. Thanks for the tutoring, you're really saving my skin here. Can you belive I didn't study this year like... at all? Thanks again, I'll uhh, bury your remains someplace nice, okay? Okay! Goodnight, Wimmy-boy."
 Laying down comfortably, I didn't take long for Hent to pass out. The perverse witch snorred loudly, her snores further defeaned the already dampened sounds of her busy stomach.
 The double, or maybe triple, incantation of the spell made Wimmeon's situation much much worse. The spell caused his body to be passively broken down on levels beyond the physical. He was still lucid despite the fact he was now just digestive fluid and some deflated bones. The acidic mixture was by now entirely homologous with what used to be his body and it began to be slowly drained deeper down, into the intestines. Being followed closely by his bones. On the outside, her stomach looked less and less bloated, her hand gradually slid down off of it as Wimmeon went off on his quest down Henthanay's pipes.
 The witchy intestines made quick work of the best student at the Venecester academy of magic and mysticism. They greedily and effectively lapped up everything he had to offer. The magic spell and her natural bodily functions encountered no resistance as they absorbed the prodigy into Hent's system, the wailing of his soul as it attempted to find a way out of this infernal labirynth was heard by noone. It too began to be merged with his devoured, as she enjoyed a pleasant dream with a dumb slacked-jawed expression on her face.
 The violation he felt was worse than anything he had been subject to so far, it was like a few droplets of water being dropped into the sea, dispersing and losing all individuality as the larger body of water merged with them.
 All his individuality, all his being existed now solely as a part of Henthanay, no longer possesing any semblance of seperation from the biggest idiot at Venecester.
 By the time his remains hit the final stage of their journey through Hent, they were the last of Wimmeon that was naught but an extension of her. Yet the no longer gelatinous calciate remains, now more of a yellowish-white sludge-like kind of fecal matter, still laid in the prison of her bowels. The mass of his skeleton was significantly reduced, as even the calcium was absorbed, the effect of the double/triple absorption spell. The remainder, trully wiped of any nutritional value, laid nestled against her anus, waiting to be excreted whenever she felt like it.
 Hours came and went as Henthanay slept off her extra large feast. She had a tendency to oversleep, but she was now absolutely in some sort of food coma. It would be a solid fourteen hours from the time she laid down untill she finally grogilly snapped awake.
 Wimmeon had no idea what was happening. Was this the afterlife? A bleak unending darkness? Was it hell?
His confusion was soon done away with as a shining light blinded him. It wasn't the pearly gates opening for him, nor the fires of hell welcoming him in. It was Henthanay opening her eyes.
 Henthanay yawned as she got up from her bed, it's rigid frame restricted her movements. Stretching her legs, she went to get up, hitting the lamp that hung from her ceiling with her head, by accident.
 "Yowch!"
 Hent only now noticed the changes she's undergone while she slept.
First of, she was not noticably taller, at least a foot or so. Most likely a result of the overdone spell. She could've guessed as much, most fatties are hardly tall.
Speaking of fatties, she evidently gained quite a bit of heft. Though at her new size, the distribution was broad enough to avoid making her look fat, she definitely became quite voluptous. Even compared to her previous state, her breasts in particular became enormous. Easilly dwarfing the previous size size of her head.
 Henthanay grabbed the pair of breasts and sunk her hands into them, as they wobbled about, still quite shapely and firm.
The grown woman giggled like a schoolgirl, as now even the areola of her nips was probably a cup size or two. She even tried sticking one in her mouth, which, surely enough, she could actually manage to.
 "Sheesh... bet these can store alotta mana now...!"
 Among the other immediately noticable changes, her lower half was now thicker than ever. A healthy helping of arse, child bearing hips and thighs that could crush melons. She was in a weight class of her own now. Slapping her ass with a *smack*, she saw just how meaty it was. A cushion for any surface, one that's sure to help her gain even more popularity.
 "Heh~ "Damn, girl! You shit with that ass?!" ehehehe~."
She got red in the face just thinking about it.
 *GWooorpf~!*
 Clutching her plush, somewhat flabby mid-section, she felt the immediate need to attend to the nearest lavatory. Her long-coast was now more like a one piece skirt, but it'd have to do. Students gawked at the well endowed giant as she rushed to the privy.
 She barely managed to fit herself in the small chamber, having to hold the door closed herself. Her ass was wider than anyone building this castle had anticipated. Placing her cheeks in a way that would allow her to spread them as wide as the limited space allowed, she took an uncomfortable seat on the stone surface.
 Her privates were available for all to see, as the shitter consisted of a simple chamber on the outer walls of the castle, with a hole at the bottom. A cool mid-day breeze made her clench up, with a yelp.
 **BWRAAAAPFF**
 Her anus was like a canon shooting out hot, putrid air. It dilated widely, pushing out all the gases that Wimmeon's body once contained or was made up of, scaring the nearby bird populace.
 Clutching her belly, hoping the hasten the arival of whatever's blocking up her insides, Henthanay pushed.
 "Just get out! Getoutgetoutgetout!"
 As if it was responding to her temper tantrum, the fecal matter obliges and is soon excreted out of her massive ass. The only part of Wimmeon that went unabsorbed, the digested mass of sloppifyied bones contained barely any calcium left, as most of it was used to aid Hent's big growth spurt.
 She sighed with relief as the turd slid down the walls, no longer feeling any pressure in her piping. Wiping herself clean with one of the books Wimmy brought, she went back to her room.
 Wimmeon was in a daze. It was like a fever dream, he saw everything through Hent's eyes and felt every sensation. Even his thoughts didn't feel like his own, and he had zero influence on what was happening. A vision of hell? He wondered.
 As Hent sat her fattened ass on a chair that strained to support it, in her dorm, Wim did his best to communicate.
 "Henthanay! What the blazes is happening?!"
 "Huh?"
Hent looked around confused, her session of playing with her new tits so rudely interrupted.
"What was that?"
 "Henthanay, you gluttonous sow! You ate my body!"
Wim's impotent anger could only ever be expressed in harsh language now.
 "Oh....Wimmy! Yer alive! Or.. kinda alive."
Hent answered, puzzled.
 "You damn idiot! You merged me with your stupid body and now I'm stuck as a disconnected voice in your head!"
 "Who ya callin' an idjit, runt?! Be glad ya even got a head to be in, you'd be dead otherwise. Took yer virginity, took yer body, yer mine now! Just deal with it!"
 "JUST YOU WAIT YOU ABOMINABLE WRETCH OF A HAG, I'll show you! I'll resurrect myself with necromancy! Yeah!"
 "Umm, hey NUMBSKULL, I'm pretty sure you need to have a body to cast spells! Even I know that!"
Henthanay actually never learned of this fact, it was something she unconciously assimilated the knowledge from Wimmeon's mind. No doubt she wouldn't credit him anyway, had she known. The second soul bound to Henthanay's body was just trying to come up with SOME way of restoring himself to a seperate body, but to no avail.
 "Yer stuck like this, the sooner you accept that the better. Forget about Wimmeon the mage, focus on Wimmy the sidekick in Henthy's head~! It's soo cool to have a voice talk when I'm thinkin, like this! You're actually... sorta useful, somehow! Besides growing my tits out and giving me yer powers I mean."
 Wim was boiling with rage. Did she actually just admit to having no internal monologue?
"You big, dumb, magic averse, stupid, fat assed, wannabe witch! You're no true magic user, you're just a parasite! I'll never accept this, it's beneath me!"
 "Well, then why don't you just shut up! I'm sick of putting up with yew...! Huh? Did you actually...?"
 Henthanay waited for a response but couldn't hear one.
 "Ehehehe~..."
 Her no longer dimwitted mind connected the dots.
 "I guess I can also make ya shut up whenever I want now, huh? How about a bit of time out for all that backtalk, then? Feel free watch what I'll be doing with my gains, though... not like ya got a choice, runt. You're just a part of ol' Henthanay's greatness now!"
 She began groping and pinching her newly enhanced assets to further drive this point home. The silenced Wimmeon could do naught in response. There's only Henthanay now. He, well, he's just padding.
 After the two weeks, Wim had resigned himself to his fate and he became much more cooperative, acting like an angel on this big idiot witch's shoulder. One she rarely, if ever, heeded.
 In the days following this altrecation, Henthanay passed her big test without any mistakes. Indeed, it would seem her plan had worked out in the end, as Wim's great intelect augmented her own. In a proportion of one to a hundred, but the increase in processing power was where it started and ended. She was still quite lazy and never bothered to study, going off of the siphoned talent alone.
 Wimmeon's abscence was noted, but never explained. The spotlight shifted quickly, and he was soon forgotten by all.
 In the end, Henthanay became known as one of the most powerful witches Venecester ever housed within it's walls, though her fame in scholarly achievement was certainly matched with her fame with young mages, whom she would oft tutor one on one. The giant sorceress stalking the halls, looking for boys to take into her dorm became one of the leading causes of application letters being sent to Venecester.
 One day, after getting tired of Wim's commentary, she again decided to make him go quiet. Initially, it was only supposed to last a few days, but the air headed witch had forgotten about her former classmate entirely. After years of not receiving any acknowledgement, Wimmeon's conciousness and soul subsided and became nothing more but an extension of Henthanay's. Eternally bound in life and death, together for all time.