The sun was going down and the lights and noises of the city were swelling in the standard prelude to the symphony of the night as Xanatos, an aging but appealing rich aesthete, walked the halls of Castle Wyvern smiling maliciously to himself.
"This'll teach her," he thought as he wiped drying mud from his hands.
In the antechamber off the main dining hall stood Demona's statue. Curvaceous, strong, and compellingly malevolent with her fangs showing and her huge batwings folded behind her, here was a beauty. A Galatean creature of the night waiting for life.
Her long, lithe legs, the envy of many a supermodel, rose strong and tempting to her stone body, a preamble of pleasure or a museum curator's choice for masturbation idolotry.
Her hips-attractive and desirable. Her belly-thin, well muscled and bare. Her breasts-usually on the small side to give ample room for her pronounced flying pectoral muscles, were filthy with easily twenty pounds of drying clay on each shaped to resemble her breasts if her breasts were the sive of basketballs.
Sundown came.
The magic began.
The stone statue's skin became soft and malleable and quivered with an infernal light like an egg about to hatch. It rocked gently, then more vigourously. A seam appeared and filled with the light ethereal. Then with a Ba-BOOM! spilt apart as a hasty butterfly leaves its cocoon revealing Demona in all her glory...and clodded breasts.
She stretched as a dreamer awakens and immediately noticed the lumps of clay protruding from her breasts. With a shake of her shoulders, the dirt clods dispersed across the room shattering against the wall below a coat of arms.
"Damn humans. Can't trust 'em," she muttered and strode off to find Xanatos.
Xanatos looked up from his well-prepared non-chalant repose across the couch as Demona stormed into the grey interior of the TV room, cleared the distance to him and hefted him into the air one0handed. "How Dare You?!?" she said.
"My dear Demona. How dare you!" Xanatos retorted."Put me down and we'll discuss this calmly, but how dare you ruin my spell-casting."
Demona snarled with dangerous teeth so very near his face that Xanatos could smell the clay's residue.
"I should disembowel you for your insult. You have no right to touch me when I'm stone, much less when I live!"
"And you have no right to devour the ingredients for my spells!"
That stopped her.
"What? What ingredients? What did I eat?"
"Put me down NOW, Demona." Xanatos was a proud man and unaccustomed to being picked up, much less having his pressed shirts ruined.
She gingerly but with barely controlled anger, lowered him, never breaking eye contact.
"What...Did...I...Eat?" She asked.
Xanatos straightened his clothes, brushing his nimble hands down his well proportioned frame and relaxing his puckered buttocks as he recomposed himself. "My manservant, Owen had brought me at some great expense a pound of flesh. The spell I was preparing to cast was a preliminary to releasing you and your kin from your daylight stone status so you could once again walk in daylight. The meat was that of a virgin boy unbaptised and attached to the sky. Difficult at the very least to acquire."
"I ate no such thing."
"You did,Demona. It was sitting on a plate in the window last night to soak in the moonlight."
"That miserable tough hank of jerked meat was from a Human?!?" Demona gasped as realization came.
Xanatos shook his head. " that was not jerky...It was Jerry."
"Well, nothing will do but for you to fly off and find me another to replace it."
"But where would I look? How would I get it?" Demona asked.
Xanatos walked back to his couch, picked up his papers, sat down and said,"That, my lovely Demona, is your problem. Not mine." and smiled about the clay breasts as Demona stormed out the castle and took to the air.
***
Apo waved his had over the bowl and the scene faded.
"So the gargoyle warrioress is to slay a child of the sky. This has possibilities."
In the dimension of Rike, the diminutive magician Apo was smirking and exultant. Over a millenium, he had waited for the chance for revenge against Demona for her desecration of his mother's tomb. Through arcane arts and sheer peronal force, he had watched and waited and survived. Now his chance was upon him.
He swung off his robe and turned in a circle twice, losing any signs of age until he could pass for a 6 year old, blonde haired, blue-eyed boy.
He laughed evily and floated along the colors that passed for walkways in his realm to the portal to Earth.
Making several gesticulations, he set his wards and stepped though into Central Park at 8:30 at night.
***
Officer Elisa sat in her patrol car and fantasized abbout making love with Goliath. How his wings would feel, his musk would smell, his cock would be shaped just so. She was feeling wet and sexy and just enjoying letting her libido run away. She reached up to move her hat and brushed her arm across her erect nipples so as not to attract attention. She closed her eyes to half lidded and shuddered in her secret pleasure.
Apo appeared behind her car. "Ah, yes. There is a trace of gargoyle here."
And so saying, he walked beside the car and tapped on the window.
"OH!" Elisa shrieked, caught in the act.
"Can you help me? I'm lost." Apo said in a very good impersonation of a child.
After rolling down the window, Elisa said, "Where are you supposed to be? And where are your parents?"
Apo sucked his thumb and looked at the ground. "I'm not sure. Can you walk me home?"
Elisa got out of the patrol car, said, "Sure, honey, just a sec." and leaned back in to call in a 10-12 to dispatch..
As she leaned in, Apo took his hands, made a church and a steeple, mumbled the proper words, and struck, jabbing Elisa with his two index fingers in a steeple right on the mark where the sun don't shine.
"Hey!" Elisa cried outand fell into the patrolcar.
Apo followed with his fingers in her, rushed up and put his cheeks between his palms, took a deep breath, and blew.
The reaction was instant.
Elisa jerked forward and felt the pressure begin and build up moment by slow agonizing moment.
Her uniform pants, usually slightly loose, began to tighten and stretch, just as her ass was tightening and stretching. Her eyes widened in disbelief. She gulped air into her dry mouth and squirmed to rise up and away from this child-thing
but to no avail. Her butt cheeks were expanding and filling and protruding out around Apo's head, successfully lodging her in the door of the police car. Her butt swelled and swelled and stretched and stretched until her seams split and left her legs covered in shreds of cloth material.
And Apo persisted. He blew and he blew and he blew.
Elisa's butt was now HUGE. Easily twice the size of her torso. And it continued to grow. Her pale skin quavered like skin does when hit with high pressure air, but this movement came from the inside. Her buttcheeks were just flapping away and getting tighter and tighter.
Then her thighs, bent in like chicken wings, began to inflate. Elisa could feel the change. At first, she felt so embarassed and violated, but now that her thighs and calves were beginning to fill, her labia and pudenda were fully exposed and open under Apo's chin. Not that anyone could tell Apo was there at all.
Elisa's butt started to expand out over her now outstretched legs and moment by eye-popping moment swallowed up her legs to her feet, leaving a severe crack where Apo was still huffing away with the mystic force one develops over the millenia.
Elisa's breath was coming in short, shallow pants and it was all she could do to form any but the slightest occasional grunt. Her Ass was HUGE! Somewhere deep down, past the horror and humiliation, she was somehow proud and wished she could see better. With an herculean effort, she pushed with her arms and went Ka-Zing! out of the car, Apo between her legs and all.
The weight of her torso in comparison to her ever expanding butt wobbled her over and she rolled like a huge swollen bowling pin. Then her belt broke.
She could feel it moving through her.
First her nipples popped out like two nail-less thumbs hitching a ride. Then her uniform shirt became tight and one by one the buttons, then badge then shirt itself busted off with a pweep and a qwarp and a tock, tock, tock, tick.
Elisa closed her eyes with holy dread. She didn't want to believe any of this was real. She couldn't believe her breasts were expanding. Not one after another, but simultaneously and quickly. In less than 10 seconds she had boobs larger than the steering wheel in her car. In 20 seconds, they were wider than a ceiling fan, and till her butt was growing, too. Rapidly, top was matching bottom. And then her belly began burbling. The skin along her bare sides was beginning to bubble up and wave like a sheet hing out on a clothesline on a windy day.
"How much more of this will there be?" Elisa asked herself. Gone were the thoughts of "How is this possible?" and "What's going on?" and with the acceptance, came immense pleasure.
"I'm becoming a baloon!" And so she was. Her belly rounded out and just like her legs, her arms swelled and withdrew inside this ball of air and flesh she had become. Then her neck engorged and all that was left was a huge balloon with face and hair and boobies. Elisa felt wonderfully grand.
Then Apo moved and touched her all over her most private hole and grabbed onto her long thick blown up clitoris and tied a string to it and yanked. Elisa shuddered with the most explosive of orgasms she had ever experienced and wanted to move away from that which touched her so, but she had no way of controlling her own movement anymore. She was little else than a huge toy balloon. With that, Apo popped out from that crevass and gleefully tugged several times on the string with the same effect each time. When Elisa was overly satisfied and completely exhaustd, Apo approached her face area and said, "I know you know the gargoyles. You have their stench all over you. You will be my bait to bring them to me. Particularly Demona."