Prologue: Ambition (Sort Of)Bubblina had always dreamed of being somebody. Not a Balconette (too iconic), nor a Trixibelle (who may have created the Melon Felons), or her sister Tinkerbust (too intense, rumor was she made an entire valley of dies ctate), and certainly not a Hooterel (who once fought a goddess over cleavage jurisdiction and almost won).

  No, Bubblina wanted a more realistic legacy. Not top-tier. Maybe... upper-middle enchantress? H-cup heroine of the half-famous? Ideally, she just wanted people to say, “Oh yeah, she’s the one who did that boob thing in… uh… somewhere.”

  After a string of modest enchantment jobs (most of which ended in light paperwork or minor apologies), she knew she needed something big. Something challenging. Something stupid.

  She picked Paddlewick.

  Why Paddlewick?Paddlewick was everything a boob fairy despised: strict, repressive, enchantment-resistant, and aggressively non-jiggly. The city ran on censorship and corrective ce. Its borders were patrolled by magical purity detectors, and its customs agents would confiscate a vibrating amulet and interrogate it for moral fiber.

  But therein y the challenge. If Bubblina could get her kind of magic into Paddlewick, even for a second, it would be legendary.

  No one had managed it before. Mostly because no one else was dumb enough to try.

  Attempt #1: The Disguise DebacleBubblina gmoured herself into a perfectly Paddlewickian housewife: conservative bonnet, apron with zero cleavage, posture like a curtain rod.

  She marched confidently to the city gate.

  “Purpose of visit?” barked Sergeant Hardtock.

  “Uh… to um… serve my wfully assigned husband with emotional compliance and porridge?”

  “…You’re not blinking in the right cadence,” he said suspiciously.

  Birchley, the silent junior guard, leaned down and sniffed her bonnet. “Fairy glitter,” he whispered.

  “RUN!” Bubblina shrieked, tripping over her apron and summoning sparkly pink wings mid-sprint.

  The guards chased her until her modesty illusion failed, and her “decency enhancer” corset exploded—releasing a magical gust that increased cup sizes in a six-meter radius.

  Twelve citizens had to be remeasured before breakfast.

  Attempt #2: The Magical Courier MethodUndeterred, Bubblina enchanted a corset with a homing charm and had it confiscated by border customs, on purpose.

  The idea? It would escape lockup, attach itself to a repressed Paddlewick wife, and enchant her with “Liberating Lift.”

  What actually happened?

  The corset, left unattended in a storage drawer, escaped at midnight... and tried to attach itself to a filing cabinet.

  It succeeded. The cabinet is now a B-cup. It blushes when complimented.

  The ministry decred the incident “a structural anomaly” and had it stapled to a modesty pamphlet.

  Attempt #3: The “Tunnel Under the Wall” TechniqueArmed with a borrowed gopher mole and six jars of bouncing jelly (don’t ask), Bubblina tried to dig her way under the border.

  She made it two meters before hitting a buried virtue crystal. The crystal, disturbed, triggered a chastity pulse.

  The pulse didn’t just knock her back, it re-ced her top, summoned two invisible paddles, and somehow made her apologize in cursive smoke.

  The mole left her. It now writes political satire under a pseudonym.

  Attempt #4: The “Invisible” ApproachDetermined, Bubblina used Gossamer Veil dust to turn invisible.

  What she didn’t realize was that her personally-applied Boobalicious Bloom Oil gave her chest a faint glow.

  She got halfway through the market square.

  “Are those… just floating breasts?” someone gasped.

  Before she could react, a holy paddle struck from above.

  Then another.

  Then a third, wielded by a Virtue Scout with terrifying upper body strength.

  She was chased out of town to the tune of “Cover Thyself, O Maiden Bold,” sung by the entire Modesty Choir, now retrofitted with chest-blinders.

  Final Result: Local News CoverageThat night, a Paddlewick broadcast flickered across enchanted mirrors:

  “PADDLEWATCH EVENING REPORT”

  Anchor: Spankina CropHartl (clearly uncomfortable, fiddling with her colr) “Um… Good evening. This is Spankina with the MiCropHart, with the ministry-approved recap. If you or a loved one witnessed a minor boob-based disruption today, please remain calm and contact the Modesty Squad immediately.”

  (Cut to floating image: Bubblina mid-flight, half-ced corset fpping like a fg.)

  Co-Anchor: Mortwill Rote (dry, unimpressed voice) “Authorities confirm that the individual, believed to be a rogue boob fairy, has now made four unauthorized attempts to enter Paddlewick. She is to be considered mildly dangerous, and moderately sparkly. Citizens are advised not to engage.”

  Spankina: “If spotted, please report any boob-adjacent glitter trails or emotionally provocative corsets. The public is reminded that modesty is not optional. That is…um… that is all.”

  And somewhere beyond the gate, Bubblina sat in a hedge.She had, technically succeeded, in that her corset explosion had increased several busts. She technically had bragging rights now. Technically.

  She chewed on a leaf, sighed, and muttered, “…Upper middle fairyhood is harder than it looks.”