Long ago, before the recorded history of the middle ages, there was a group of evil (or just perverted) wizards who used their magic to summon elemental and other strange forces inside women and um....well, expand them. A lone sorceress, Sophia of Morlande, decided to attempt to stop the evil of these wizards, and sally forth to stop them. (Hey, it was them or the army of nastiness and well, if she took them on, this story would be in the wrong place.) One of the many Nyst was the infamous Airnyst. He was the most open of the wizards and demonstrated his powers often, so Sophia decided to face him first.
After putting her chestnut hair in a ponytail, Sophia slipped on her sorcery outfit--first her well-fitted yellow shirt and tan pants, and then her blue cloak. With her sword strapped to her side, she was ready for battle. She stepped outside her humble home and began to search for the Airnyst with her most prized possession, the Gem of Eyes. With this extraordinary gem, she could track down any wizard (including the Nyst) in the world. Since the Airnyst lived near her, she could easily find him.
When Sophia arrived, she heard the sounds of a fierce battle. She slipped behind a tree and peeked out over the side. The Airnyst was clashing blades with a Knightress! She was clad in chain mail, and her helmet had fallen of, revealing her golden hair. A young boy of about 11 stood nearby, nervously watching the fight. "Probably her squire," she thought. Sophia smiled; the Airnyst being occupied made her job much easier. Jumping from behind the tree, she struck an impressive stance.
"Airnyst, Your evil is finished!" Sophia said in her most heroic voice possible. Distracted, the knightress turned to Sophia, and at that very moment, The Airnyst rammed her and she fell over, tumbling into Sophia. Soon both women were sprawled on the ground.
"Ha!" The Airnyst floated above them both. Pulling out his wand, he pointed it at Sophia and a waved it at her and then the Knightress. Flying back he began to meditate and chant.
"Oh Sh-" Sophia was cut off as she suddenly felt extremely bloated. She grasped her stomach, which immediately began to billow outwards. As her stomach blimped out, her arms and legs began swelling slowly. Sophia began to wave her arms frantically, searching for a sword or spell to throw at the Airnyst. She yelped to see her stomach begin to inflate faster and faster. "I haven't felt this bloated since the ale drinking contest back at Mage high...." she thought while comically fumbling her spell book. She dropped it and it smacked against her stomach. It resounded like a drum! Feeling dizzy, she fell flat on her back. Soon Sophia's whole body was twice the size of its original proportions, with 3-foot wide thighs and an a swelling stomach to boot.
Sophia was not the only inflatee. The knightress began to feel the blimping effects, inflating a little faster than Sophia. Her chain mail began popping off link by link. Her sword flew out of her hand, which nearly punctured the swelling Sophia, who rolled out of the way, just in time. The Knightress tried to push her stomach back to its original firmness, with little avail. "Ack!, Methinks I'm inflating!" the knightress cried in her thick accent. "Gee, you're smart," Sophia groaned. "No wonder she's not a wizard..."
When both women were bloated and immobile, the Nyst concentrated on completely inflating them. Sophia's whole body began to puff up all at once, and she was becoming bigger and wider every minute. "Oh crap!" Sophia moaned. "The...pressure...AHH!" Sophia could no longer move her puffy arms and legs which were swelling more rapidly. The knightress' chain mail had blown apart, and she too began blimp more quickly. Sophia was huge! Her stomach had blown up to triple its size, reaching up 9 feet in the air! Her thighs were turgid, about 10 feet wide and 8 feet around! Her arms, not nearly as massive, were about three feet at all dimensions. The knightress was about the same size. Content with the knightress' bloatedness, the Airnyst began to fully concentrate on Sophia. Beginning to inflate even bigger, she groaned again. First he already blimped stomach began to bloat up, and only a few moments passed before her whole fattened body began to grow, reaching the girth of about 5 horses strapped together. She was ready to pop!
"Ohh...I feel...so bloated...gonna...explode...need...some...Gas-X," she moaned
The knightress spoke again "No, this is no way to die! To be blimped by some cowardly wizard until we pop!" Then, she started inflating again, growing more swollen with every second. "Unngh...going...to...pop...!" Both continued to blow up, seeming to have unlimited space in their seemingly stuffed bodies, and the inflation would never end. Only the two women bursting could stop this now...unless...
The Knightress' squire had been watching from the bushes. What could he do? His dreams were coming true, but any moment now both would pop! "Duty before pleasure," he mumbled. Taking his club, he charged the wizard and knocked him out with a good solid blow to the head.
"Thanks!" Sophia moaned. "But...we'll...be...stuck...like...this...for...a while...do you...mind?"
"Not really..." the squire chirped.
Sophia entered the City of Alusaine with one goal. To find the secretive Waternyst, probably the only Nyst who could keep his real identity a secret. Her long brown hair fluttered around he waist, after she had carefully unmade her pony tail. Pulling back the hood of her cloak, she got a look around the town. She spotted the pride of Alusaine, Its blacksmith. He crafted the finest weapons in the land, including the famed Katanas, which very few men really knew how to forge. Looking through the window of the shop, she saw why every serious swordsman would travel all the way to the east to get one of these blades. Skillfully crafted, the blade was a crescent shape, with a smooth blood grove following the edge. The hilt and pommel were plated with gold, and the handle was wrapped in silk.
"Those swords are said to be able to cut through steel like butter" A deep voice came from behind Sophia. Whirling around, The soceress saw a Handsome young man, about 25 years of age. His hair was Auburn, and it was long for a man's, down to his shoulders.
"Who are you?" Sophia asked, a little scared.
"Me?" The man smiled. "Vanril de Desogata, and mighty enemy of the nyst."
"Really?" Sophia raised one eyebrow. "Fine then, "Mighty enemy of the Nyst" Exactly how do you track them?"
"Easy. I use my sword." He patted the Katana at his side. "It can detect magic users, specifically, Nysts"
"So..you hunt Nysts too eh?" Sophia smiled. "Maybe we could travel together for a bit?"
The two talked together for quite a long time, but neither knew of the shadowy figure watching them. It was a Kunochi, (Or female Ninja, for those who don't know Japanese folklore) hired by a Nyst to watch them. She scurried off into the shadows, with much to tell to her master.
"Thats All!?" The a large man, Suladin had a rather loud voice.
"Yes sir," The Kunochi answered. She had pulled back her hood, letting her long black hair flow down to her waist. "I did not want to be detected"
"Fine. I will make sure you are not detected, ever again!" Suladan began to gesture to the Ninja, who knew exactly what he was doing.
"Sir, No please!" She clutched her breasts, which began to swell and grow from the liquid welling up inside her. It was not long before her abdomen joined the blimping, both swelling her to looking pregnant. She moaned, already feeling incredibly bloated.
"Oh, Don't worry Ayume, I will make you much bigger!" Suladin laughed.
"NO! No mor-" She was soon cut off by the pressure coming from her whole body. Her arms and legs began to swell along with her ever ballooning stomach and chest, and she soon was massive, about three times as much as Suladin. Flopping over, she bounced ungracefully about the room like a water balloon. Still swelling, she finally came to a halt when she became to heavy to bounce. Her stomach, now the size of a horse, was round, and taught ripping her suit reveling her now very deep navel. Ayume's arms and legs had become large and bloated, nearly enveloping her hands and feet.
"My..Lord."Ayume was struggling to speak, for the internal pressure was immense. "Please...stop!" She winced in pain as the pressure inside her increased, blimping her further. Soon, her stomach became enormous, overtaking her limbs, and she became completely globular. At that point her whole body began to rapidly swell, reaching a nigh impossible size, dwarfing even Suladins prize elephants. Her head reeled back as one last sudden burst of pressure welled up inside her, her stomach swelled forward, and began to pulsate....
POP!
Suladin arose from his throne, walking to his sleeping quarters. "Guards, Clean up this mess. I am going to sleep." He left for the night, smiling. Tomorrow was the day for his plan to be executed.....
Sophia yawned as she arose from her bed. Looking around, she saw Vanrill, still sleeping over in his bed. She got up, and threw her cloak on, quietly strapping her sword to her belt. She began to leave, her soft boots patting silently across the floor.
"Leaving without me?" Vanrill stretched as he emerged from his bed.
"No..." Sophia whirled around. "I was merely going to scout ahead and..."
"You don't trust me, do you?" Vanrill stared at her, with an gaze like ice, which was unlike him.
"Well..no." Sophia shuffled about, nervosouly. "You see, I heard the first nyst was named Vanrill..."
"That would be me." He looked away, seeming angry.
"What!?" Sophia put her hand on her sword.
"No! I discovered the Nyst powers by accident...It was part of an old ceremony, Of the dead god, Ta'olb. It was used against witches. My partner, Shellai discovered it. When she found her spouse, My brother, cheating on her, she inflated his girl friend and popped her. Thats when the Nyst's went bad. She enslaved my brother, and trained other wizards the power of Ta'olb."
"Hmm." Sophia turned around, and began walking away.
"You still don't trust me?" Vanrill asked, looking disappointed.
"Yup." Sophia opened the door, and slammed it behind her.
Sophia walked outside of the inn, and looked around. It was early, and no one was up. She was going to find another inn, when she heard a muffled screech from behind her. Whirling around, she saw two men dragging away a young girl, in colorful robes and dress. She like the other people here, was oriental, and Sophia relized they were kidnapping a princess! Drawing her sword, she prepared to charge them, when someone grabbed her from behind, turning her head, she saw another woman, a Ninja holding her arms back, bending them painfully. Sophia, attempting to claw out the eyes of the Kunochi, merely ripped the ninja's cowl from her face. Smiling, mockingly the Ninja grasped Sophia's throat, and began to strangle her, then suddenly, loosened her grip as her arms began to swell up, puffing outwards rapidly, soon nearly smothering Sophia. The rest of her body following in suit, blimping and swelling quickly. Sophia looked to her right to see Vanrill using his magic! The Kunochis dropped Sophia, and gasped as she continued to rapidly swell, her stomach billowing forth, and her arms and legs becoming fat and rigid. When she was totally immobile, Vanrill turned to Sophia.
"Trust me now?"
She smiled. "Do I really have a choice?"
At that, both darted of to the direction the men were headed, Suladin's fortress.....
Coming towards the gate, Vanrill stopped, inspecting the wall.
"Well, we could scale this part, it is rather short, and....Sophia, what are you doing?"
Sophia stood there, chanting a few words, finally finishing, she yelled, "FireBall!" The small girl hurled a searing ball of fire, which exploded on contact with the portcullis, smashing it to pieces.
"Or we could take the less stealthy approach..........." Vanrill sighed, following the beaming Sophia into the fortress. A few fireballs afterwards, they stood at the entrance to Suladin's main hall, and throne room.
Vanrill, approaching the door, kicked it open, and drew his sword. Sophia followed close behind, scanning the room, she saw only Suladin, sitting comfortably on his throne. Suladin, outraged at this attack, rose his hand in the air, summoning to spectral Servants of his to capture these two infidels. Having the element of surprise, the spectres (No realation whatsoever to the one we all know and love-Smug) Shackled them to the wall.
Narrowing his eyes, Suladin addressed both.
"I'll deal with you later. First I have my fun, than business." Clapping his hands, two men dragged in a struggling girl, about 19 years old. She was very beautiful, and Sophia recognized her as the princess of Alusaine, except rather than an elegant dress, she war a small, two piece outfit, that of a concubine. Her raven black hair was combed, and she had an impressive makeup job. Something told Sophia that this, "Suladin" had something arousing to himself in mind, as well as he was a dirty old perv.
Suladin's steely eyes went to the princess. He made a slight hand gesture to her, and her eyes went wild, suddenly looking to her legs, which began to slowly puff out, her small outfit giving her some discomfort as her butt began to push outward.
"Dance." Suladin said, smiling.
"What!?" the princess looked shocked.
"Dance!" Suladin yelled, frustrated.
Reluctantly, she began to swerve her hips, as best she could. While she danced, her body began to inflate slowly, he legs and butt swelling and jiggling in a way that all the males in the room found mesmerizing. Her stomach began to push out, and blimp slowly, and she began resembling a pregnant women as her breasts swelled, taught and rigid above her water melon sized gut. Her arms billowed out softly, becoming balanced with her body. Her dance was stopped suddenly by a sudden pressure inside her. Soon, she began to swell rapidly. Her legs plumped up, becoming fat and immobile. Her butt made an embarrassing disblay as a giant wedgie formed, creating two giant fleshy domes. Her stomach bloated to an impossible size, becoming taught and nearly transparent. She moaned as her arms and breasts swelled up, and her body began to pulsate. Swelling rapidly, her body became tearshaped, round and bloated. Her skimpy outfit nearly popped off, and she began to cry.
"Take her away. She we'll make an excellent negotiation piece."
As two man dragged off the princess, Suladin turned to Sophia.
"So, what do you think?" He smiled.
"I think your a sadistic Pervert! You tortured-oh....." Sophia's stomach began to push out, swelling slowly. It was full and taught..He was inflating her with air!
"But!? How!?" Sophia squeaked, her tummy slowly bloating..
"I'm more powerful than you expected, aren't I Sophia?"
"But how.." Sophia groaned.
"You will pay for the death of my brother, the Airnyst!" Suladin cried, gesturing towards her.
"Oh, crap......" Sophia's body began to inflate, becoming a bloated parody of the once tiny nyst hunter. Her legs swelled rapidly, and her arms became rather plump and fleshy. Vanrill, who had been enjoying the whole thing, new what was going to happen, and prepared to escape.
Meanwhile, Sophia's stomach began to inflate painfully, her arms following suit. Her legs and arms became the size of a strong mans waist, and her stomach slowly dominated her torso.
Vanrill then ripped from his bonds, drawing his blade. But before he could move, Suladin made the spell on Sophia stronger!
"Now she shall bloat intill she explodes, in less you can dispel it!" He laughed. "Now you choose between saving her, or killing me!"
At that, Suladin slowly levitated away, the despairing Vanrill turning to his slowly plumping partner. She was becoming larger by the minute, her stomach pushing outwards more than her top could stand. It tore, allowing her turgid gut to swell even further, rounding to the shape of a smooth balloon. Her breasts were taught and swollen, and much larger than before. Her arms and legs were simply massive, bigger than Vanrill. In fact, Sophia was now much larger than him, and would soon fill the entire throne room if he didn't act.
"Hurry..Vanrill!" Sophia moaned. "I'm...going...to..Burst!"
Nodding, he began chanting a spell, he recited the words to reverse the inflation. It would take some time, however, and he could only hope she would hold that long. Sophia was becoming rounded, her stomach looking taught, and swollen to the max. Her legs and arms had nearly disappeared in her gigantic torso, her small arms and feet wriggling as much as they could. Suddenly, the pressure ceased, and Sophia gasped, panting.
"Don't worry, you should deflate soon. I must catch that villain!" Vanrill drew his sword, and rushed out the door..........
Sophia stood outside of the royal palace, awaiting Vanrill. She had deflated a short while ago, the princess rescued, and Suladin put to justice. A bit miffed at the fact she got no reward, she had little patience. Finally, Vanrill emerged from the gate, carrying nothing but his sword.
"Ready?" He asked, smiling.
"Been ready. What took you so long?" She asked, slightly angry.
Vanrill only laughed, and called to her,
"C'mon!" As he ran off, Sophia following close behind. The two now seek adventure, glory and treasure as well as the downfall of the Evil Wizards of Nyst. They however, are quite unprepared to meet,
Castle Nool'lab, a forbidding place. Once home to the mighty wizard Vanrill, and his brother, Vanrik..Now the lair of the evil Nyst queen. Sitting upon her thrown, she waved her delicate hand, summoning in her servant, the battle maiden Morgella. The young swordswoman entered. A very small, slight woman it was hard to believe her history of violence. One look into her stone cold eyes, however and you would have no doubt that this person could kill.
"You summoned me, my queen?" Morgella asked, brushing back her long red hair.
"Yes, I did." The queen leaned forward, her lips pressing into a wicked smile.
"I have a job for you."
"My queen!" A deep voice from the shadows called.
"Yes, Vanrik?" The queen called back.
"Why did you send Morgella to capture Sophia? Why not me?" Vanrik said, obviously displeased.
"You are far to valuable to risk." The queen Replied. "Besides, I have something far more suited...for your tastes."
"Yes, My queen?" Vanrik suddenly became interested.
"There is an old Friend of Sophia's, a girl named Sucra. Though she is quite lean, she has a very healthy appetite. Capture and question her. Just don't kill her."
"Excellent." With that, Vanrik smiled and disappeared in the shadows.
"No way!" Sophia Yelled, Vanrik holding her back.
"You heard me!" The Gruff innkeeper spat. "You can't stay here!"
"And why the hell not?" Sophia growled.
"Your a criminal against the queen!" The Innkeeper scowled. "Not that I'm a big fan of hers, but I don't feel like getting in trouble."
"Fine." Sophia stomped out, Vanrik swiftly Following her.
Suddenly, Vanrik's senses snapped up. Someone was in trouble. Without notifying Sophia (He still had to get used to this partner Thing) he rushed to the scene.
Tira stepped back, panting. She had never expected her first fight to be like this. With her Short brown hair (Long in the front, which covered one eye) and ornate chainmail, she fancied she would be a great and impressive fighter. Well, this wasn?t so. Her foe, a slight red head, finally knocked the sword from Tira's hand.
"By god," Morgella laughed. " I've seen children fight better than you!"
"Shut up!" Tira said, prepared for death. The red head just smiled.
"I have always taken pride in the fact that its bad for a gal's figure to fight me."
"What the hell does that mean!?" Tira said, half scared and Half shocked. Morgella merely licked her lips, and for a moment. her dark eyes flashed. Suddenly, Tira felt an enormous pressure well up in side her stomach. Looking down, she saw it begin to round out, pressing against the her mail. Tira continued to panic as it continued to swell, along with her arms and legs, which began to puff out when her stomach had reached the size of a watermelon size. Her already ample bosom began to inflate, and it began to show far more cleavage than she would like. Her flailing about was slowed as her arms became rigid and stiff, swollen thick and round. Her legs which were now round and taught, also slowed in movement. Her stomach, which had grown huge, began to pop off links of her chain mail. Soon, her inflation stopped. Tira was a sorry sight; a bloated version of her self. Her armor was ruined, and her clothes had barley kept together enough to be decent. She pitifully swung her blimped arm at Morgella, missing as the swift woman easily dodged the punch.
"Well, its been fun my turgid friend, but now," Morgella raised her blade, ready to strike. "The fun is over." Suddenly, Morgella felt another blade to her throat.
"I don't think so." Vanrill hissed.
Morgella's eyes went wild. "It can't be you! You-your dead!"
"Well, than a deadman is about to kill you." Vanrill brought the knife blade closer too Morgella's throat. Morgella dropped her sword, her hand was shaking. Vanrill let her go, and turned her face to him, extending his hand to her forehead.
"Sheesh, you thought I was serious!?" Vanrill laughed. " I was only trying to spook you! Well, I figure my powers are a tad rusty, I figure I'll try them out on you."
Before Morgella could protest, she felt a strange sensation in her breasts. Touching them she felt them swell a little, than burst forth into a rapid inflation. She gasped, staring right and Vanrill.
"Good, my aim isn't off. Hmm.." Vanrill concentrated again.
Morgella's bust puffed out faster this time, reaching d size. She groaned as they continued to fill out, stretching the fabric of her black shirt. Morgella stumbled backwards, nearly falling, as her breasts reached the size of cantaloupes. Finally, her shirt split slightly down the middle reviling deep cleavage. Vanrill smiled again, and pointed at the swordswoman's rear. Now, her butt began to push outwards, as if it was trying to out do her huge chest. Her thighs also began to fill out, much to Morgella's dismay. Her once graceful movement was reduced to a pathetic waddle, as she attempted to move away from the powerful Nyst. Her top had torn a bit, reveling deep cleavage. Morgellas posterior and swollen thighs finally swelled large enough to prevent movement.
Her breasts, now the size of water melons, Finally ceased inflating. Her blimping rear also stopped as well, and her thighs continued for a bit, but with a sigh from Vanrill, they stopped.
"You..You.." Morgella spit out the words in anger. "You traitor! How can you do this to me, your own sister!?"
Sophia had shown up just in time to see the bloated Morgella blurt out these words. Not that it mattered they were siblings, she already knew Vanrill was a
Nyst, but something else bothered her...
"How can YOU and HER be brother and sister!?" Sophia gasped. "You look nothing alike!" Morgella turned, and spat at Sophia.
"You must be the bitch who Killed the airnyst and the waternyst!"
Vanrill grabbed Sophia's arm, and gesturing towards Tira (Who was still having quite a bit of trouble moving..) to follow. Pulling the Cursing Sophia away from Morgella, he looked back to the north, apparently looking at a large castle, which lingered ominously above the town..
**********Meanwhile*********
"Your..n-not allowed to enter here!" The young temple maiden Raised her hands, in a desperate attempt to stop a tall man, dressed in black. His hair was totally white, and on his back hung a large Katana. In comparison, the Shrine maiden was rather short, with a very slight build.
"And what will you do, if I attempt to enter little one?" He said, showing the temple maiden a horrible smirk.
"I'll..I'll..." With one quick motion, the small priestess clenched her fist, and whapped the man on the head. Knowing she had made him mad, she turned and ran as fast as her legs could carry her.
The scary man rubbed his head and growled, extending his hand towards her as she ran. Suddenly, the lithe maiden fell over, clutching her stomach. Soon, it began to expand outwards, as if she were with child. It soon reached the size of 4 months pregnancy, and the young girl screamed.
"This will teach you to toy with a Nyst, Little girl." He smiled, clenching his fist. " Especially not me, Vanrik."
When he clenched his fist, the priestess stomach expanded even faster, throwing her arms up in the air. She looked down, only to see her belly about as large as a ripe pumpkin. She struggled to her feet, her large midsection jiggling about, she stumbled back and forth, not sure what to do. Finally, her gut, now round, tight as a drum, and nearly bigger than the rest of her, was to heavy to support while standing, and she fell over on to her back. Her belly continued to rise in the air, spreading her legs apart, and pushing her breasts against her chin. Soon, her bloated stomach was taller than Vanrik, as he walked by and thumped it once.
"How does it feel Little one?" Vanrik laughed.
"Ooh..." She groaned "No..more..I'll pop.."
With that, Vanrik spread his arms, and pointed at the rest of her, and her whole body began to inflate. Her breasts swelled up, nearly suffocating her, as they grew as big as cantaloupes. Her thighs also began to puff up, tearing her once loose pants a bit, reveling a bit of stretched skin. She closed her eyes, knowing what was coming up...
Just at that moment, Lady Sucra entered the room, and she saw the blimped out Temple maiden, and Vanrik standing over her. Sucra screamed, and clasped her hands together.
"Sucra Blast!" She then extended her hands out in front of her, and a large, spherical blast with a smiley face on the front emerged from her palms, and shot forward, smacking Vanrik right in the chest. He then Hurtled into the wall, smashing threw it. Sucra than rushed to the side of the engorged girl, rubbing her bloated stomach gently.
"Hmm.." Sucra thought as she grasped a bit of it. "This is ordinary fat..not air or water..which means..."
"Exactly, you cute thing," Vanrik said, rising out of the rubble of the broken wall." I'm am one of the last true nyst's. I can manipulate a womans fat, as well as air and water." He smirked as her eyes went wide.
Sucra than looked at the ground.
"Then what is it that you want?" Sucra said, looking at him. "So you will leave this temple alone?"
"Why, you of course." Vanrik said, licking his lips.
"I see." Sucra answered, frowning. "Than I shall come with you."
"Excellent.." Vanrik than approached her, grasping her hand gently. He turned back to the swollen temple maiden, and laughed. "You might want to skip a few
meals, piggy." With that, he tugged Sucra out of the temple and led her to his home..The Castle Nool'lab.
Vanrik Took Sucra into a large hallway, adorned with many paintings, sculptures, and other works of art. The hallway led into a larger, ornate throne room, and on the throne sat Minerva, queen of the Nyst.
"Your a pretty one, aren?t you, Miss Sucra?" The queen hissed, obviously jealous.
Indeed she was. Tall and Lithe, Sucra was one of the most beautiful girls in the kingdom. Her honey colored hair, which was waist length, was carefully put into a long, elegant ponytail. Even in her modest white robes, her beautiful figure was not hidden.
The queen, was actually quite pretty, but was shorter, and not nearly as shapely. She was very petite, and her short hair was spikey on the tips, which gave her an almost sinister and dark visage. Unlike Sucra, she was wearing a rather reveling outfit, a short black dress, trimmed in gold.
"Just tell me what you want, so I may leave." Sucra said, with clenched teeth.
"Oh, your simply bait, Madam. " The queen's face returned to its usual smugness.
"I'm leaving your er, "Treatment" to Mr. Vanrik." As she said this, Vanrik beamed.
"You see.." The queen continued "You are a good friend of a foe of ours..Does the name, Sophia ring any bells?"
"Sophia? My best friend Sophia!?" Sucra suddenly smiled. "Wow, I haven?t seen her since wizardry school! I can't wait to see her again! We can have a slumber party and gossip the night away! You want to join us Queenie?"
Both Vanrik and Minerva's jaws nearly dropped to the floor. Sucra stared at them a bit, a little confused. She then shrugged, looking at the Queen again, as if expecting an answer.
"Vanrik..just take her away!" The queen looked disappointed. She thought to herself as they left. "Why? Shes happy! Thats not fair. I didn?t get to see her cry or moan or anything. What fun is it to take prisoners if they are happy!?"
"This food is awful!" Sophia grumbled as she tried to cut her steak. While the young mage struggled with her dinner, Vanrik was talking to Tira.
"So, Tira..Thats you name right?" Vanrill continued after she nodded yes." Why were you fighting Morgella?"
"Well..Vanrill.." Tira, still a little bloated from her fight with the dark swordswoman "I'm a daughter of a great Knight, I mean a really great knight, and I wanted to beat up bad people like her for the cause of goodness."
"I..see..." Vanrill sighed. "Well, how about you come with us? We are traveling and.." Vanrill stopped speaking, and looked to Sophia who was getting up to complain to the owner. Leaving the room, she rushed back with an alarmed look on her face.
"Vanrill, hurry! My best friend has been kidnapped, we gotta go to the castle Nool'lab and save her before it is too late!"
"Whoa, wait a sec, who told you all that!?" Vanrill tried to calm her down.
"It says it right here on the script..." Sophia trailed off.
"Oh." Vanrill nodded." In that case, lets hurry to castle Nool'lab!"
Sucra looked at the huge dinner table, stacked with lots of fattening food. She nearly began to drool.
"Is this all for me?" She asked, looking to Vanrik.
"Yes, you most consume all of it, and if you protest, I'll-" He suddenly was cut off by loud munching. Sucra was already eating! "Now hold on!" Vanrik demanded "I'm in the middle of an evil monologue! You can't just interrupt it!"
"Sorry, *munch* I was too hungry." Sucra continued to eat, her flat stomach slowly rounding out. Lifting a large jug of Milk, she gulped the whole thing down in a matter of moments. Her bloated tummy, now the size of a basketball, was straining the fabric of her robe. Moving on to a large cake, she lifted her spoon, beginning to swallow bite sized chunks of icing, and then cake. Vanrik was still staring, watching this beautiful girl's gut inflate right in front of him. She grabbed a pie, and nearly shoved the whole thing in her mouth! Her stomach, now the size of a large beachball, finally tore her robe, her taught, round stomach hanging out. She blushed after a quiet little belch, and finally, in a blur, finished the rest of the meal.
"Oh..I think I need to lie down..." Sucra then lied on the ground, lying her hand on her stomach, which now rose slightly above Vanrik's waist. Vanrik smiled, and laughed, he knew the food's effects would occur now.
Suddenly, Sucra's breasts began to rise slightly, filling up with fat. When it seemed they would catch up with her stomach, her belly swelled up even larger, making her groan. Than her thighs began to plump up, Becoming as thick around as watermelons. This tore a large slit down her robe, reveling a little bit of her flesh. Soon, her whole body was bloating outwards, and she cried.
"Vanrik, whats happening!? I feel like I'm going to burst!"
Vanrik laughed, and patted her huge stomach, which now rose higher in the air than his chest. She continued to inflate, reaching nearly 10 times her original size.
"Well, my bloated beauty, how do you feel, Hmm?" Vanrik purred.
"Uh..ready to pop. uncomfortable bloatedness and pressure..and" She looked at him. "Pretty good. Got any more food?"
Before Vanrik could respond, A fireball burst through his chamber's wall. Sophia, followed by Tira and Vanrik hopped in the room.
"I will not forgive you for doing this to my friend!" Sophia looked at Sucra, who winked at her. She began to cast another spell, but Vanrill stopped her.
"He is mine!" Vanrill said, drawing his sword.
Vanrik smiled. "Well, I was expecting you, dear brother..so I made a little trap for you!" Lifting his hands, her chanted a bit, and then pointed at
Vanrill. Suddenly, Crystal began to form around the Good Nyst's body. Sophia rushed to him, but it was too late. His body was now totally frozen in a gem. She then turned to Vanrik, a small tear falling down her cheek.
"You..Bastard!" She rushed at him, sword drawn.
Vanrik laughed, and pointed at Sophia. She then stopped moving as a familiar pressure welled up in her stomach. Sophia's sword clattered to the ground as her stomach burst outward in sudden expansion. Swelling up like rising bread, her blimping stomach was soon joined by her arms and legs, which started to inflate like tubular balloons. Soon her body was puffy and rigid, as she continued to expand. Her stomach tested the waistband on her pants, as it ballooned outwards, dwarfing Tira, who was looking at the scene in horror. Sophia's legs and thighs also expanded, creating small tears in her pants when they reached the size of Vanrik's waist. Her breasts had also blimped, they were as large as ripe pumpkins.
"Stop! Don't blow her up any bigger!" Tira cried in futility.
Vanrik only increased his efforts, and Sophia began to expand even faster, almost becoming completely round. She groaned as her stomach tore a part of her shirt, revealing her deep naval. She was now larger than normally possible, and Vanrik raised his hand for the kill. Suddenly, a fist punched Vanrik right in the face, sending him realing backwards. He clutched his jaw, glaring at his attacker; Tira.
"You?ll pay for that one..little girl.." His glare became more intense as he concentrated. Tira doubled over, and grabbed her stomach, which was filling up with water, rapidly. Reaching the point where she looked about 3 months pregnant, she got up, and approached Vanrik again, who then concentrated harder. Tira's legs began to swell up, and she stumbled back; becoming nearly as thick as treetrunks, she could no longer walk. Her butt, which had also inflated, becoming to halfspheres the size of basketballs, ushioned her fall as she tumbled backwards onto the ground. With her immobile, Vanrik again concentrated on her stomach. Tira grimaced as her stomach swelled further. Becoming wide and round, Tira was forced to lay flat on her back as her stomach continued to glosh and swell, filling with water. Tira winced again, for the pressure was immense. Then, her arms puffed up, rendering her last moving part totally immobile. As her clothes tore, (They are less elastic than Sophia's) She began to wish she hadn?t worn those little whit undergarments with hearts on them. Soon, her stomach began to overtake the rest of her body, intill she was a huge, fleshed colored balloon, with ome underwear on. She continued to inflate, her body bloating to the size of Sophia.
"Vanrill..we..need you.." Sophia finally blurted out some words.
Vanrik laughed, staring at the three immensely bloated women.
"You two are no match for me," He smiled. "Now, you wi-" A loud boom cut Him off mid Sentence. Turning, he saw standing among shattered fragments of Crystal, stood Vanrill. He backed up a bit, and nearly turned tail and run. Vanril approached him in silence, than hoisted him into the air by his robe.
"How dare you touch them!" He said as her flung Vanrik into a wall, and drew his sword. " Now, you will die!"
He charged Vanrik, who swiftly dodged the blow. Rising to his feet, Vanrik smiled.
"You win this round, brother." Lifting his hands, he disappeared.
Vanrill sighed, and turned to both girls.
"I'll be back.." He said as he walked off, approaching the queens throne room.