Grand Ball, The

"That dried bloody gash!" cursed Cassandra, kicking her nightstand. Cassandra was rather put out. The Grand Ball was tonight and she had plans to meet with the Prince, Ronald. Unfortunately that "dried bloody gash" Drezell had seduced him behind her back. Cassandra went over that humiliating little scene in her mind from over by the well when she had first confronted the saucy bitch.

"Well Cassandra darling how are you this fine morning?" Cooed Drezell pumping water from the well seductively. How can someone pump water seductively? Well when you're as stacked as Drezell you can pick your nose and fart at the same time and have men drooling. Long thick black hair flowing dow?who cares? She had tits that seemed to go on forever?I mean she was quite a buxom lass with large heaving breasts. She was well endowed with child-bearing hips that swayed left and right with each dainty step. The hourglass certainly was envious of her shapely form, all stuffed into a red velvet dress.

"I am well Drezell," you bitch, thought Cassandra "out for your morning pump?" asked Cassandra innocently. Innocent is right. While she had fair skin and long blond hair and a pleasing face, as far as tits went she had nothing, er?she wasn't as blessed as most when it came to the woman's form.

"As always. Will I be seeing you at the Grand Ball tonight?"

"Certainly." Beamed Cassandra.

"Really? Whoever will be taking you?" asked Drezell much like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Why the Prince of course." Stated Cassandra though with a little more hope in her voice than confidence.

"The Prince? My stars what a ball that would be. He's sent you an invitation then?" Asked Drezell sweetly.

"Well?no but you know how men are. Always waiting to the last minute."

"I certainly know how men are." Said Drezell shaking one rounded hip. "But he didn't wait till the last minute to send me mine." She smiled shark-like at Cassandra.

"What? You lie! Let me see it." Demanded Cassandra.

"With pleasure." Purred Drezell. She reached into her cleavage, and she did have to reach, and pulled out a piece of parchment with glossy letters on it. Clearing her throat she read from it. "'Dearest Drezell, it would give your Prince the greatest pleasure to have you at the Ball. I am awestruck by your goodness. For certainly one with a bosom as magnificent as yours most have a large and noble heart beating behind it. Dance with me at the Ball and afterwards we can pursue other distractions.
Truly Yours,
Prince Ronald
P.S. I can't wait to get in your pantaloons!'"

Cassandra stood there in shock and rage. Drezell walked up to her and boldly pressed her womanly attributes against Cassandra. "The Prince prefers his girls to be built like girls, not young boys." She whispered in Cassandra's ear. "You can have the pump now, that's probably all you'll be doing tonight." And then she laughed and walked her seductive walk away. Cassandra would have attacked the tempestuous harlot right then and there except for two reasons. One, she hated violence. Two Drezell would have beaten the living shit out of her. So instead she went back to her cottage, and now we're all up to date.

"That dried bloody gash!" cursed Cassandra, kicking her nightstand. That kick sent it toppling over and when it fell she heard a large crack come from it. "Damn it to Hell" she said picking up the nightstand to see the damage she had wrought. Apparently she had broken something inside, for the outside was fine. She opened the drawer and discovered to her dismay that there was a secret compartment in the back. She opened it and found a simple jeweled ring. Cassandra had little in the way of jewelry and decided to try it on. When she did a voice could be heard.

"I am the fairy that dwells in the ring. By the arrangement that doth sealed me, I am indebted to grant thy heart's desire to thee." Came the deep powerful voice. Cassandra stood there uncomprehending, not being able to see who spoke, nor understand what had been said (I never said Cassandra was bright). "Make a wish stupid!" shouted the ring. Now that Cassandra did understand. Fairies in rings always granted wishes.

"I?" she thought for a moment. "I wish that I could have the pleasing form that men like the Prince lust after."

"Very well," said the ring "you need but click your heels to increase you attractiveness. But beware, each click produces a larger gain." The voice dimmed, and so did the shine on the ring, its power was gone. Skeptically Cassandra tried an experimental click. Nothing happened.

"Fucking stupid fairy ring!" she cursed ripping it from her finger and dashing it to the ground. That's when she noticed a tightening in her dress. She didn't have much money, so to save on materials her dresses weren't very roomy. She looked in her mirror and saw that she had breasts! And hips! True they were small but it was a start. She clicked again and saw another modest gain. Where she once had pancakes on her chest she now had ripe fruit, where once you could make a straight line with her hips and buttocks now soft, modest curves appeared. It worked! "Kick ass!" she screamed and got to work on her best party dress. She had to let it out to give her some room to work with. She had plans for the Grand Ball and the Prince and that road-whore Drezell.

When she had finished she put on her soft blue and pale pink dress. It hung loosely on her for now, especially in the chest and at the hips, but she intended to change that. Standing in front of the mirror she clicked her heels once and let the magic begin. Quicker now her breasts and hips began to grow. Her breasts began to fill in the generous plunging neckline she had made, and beneath her belt sash womanly hips began to expand. When she stopped growing she still had some more room in the dress so she clicked her heels again. This time her growth was delayed a moment before a sudden surge and then her breasts were almost over filling her dress. The same was true with her hips. She had gone from a twig with arms and legs to a voluptuous babe in the space of four clicks of the heel. She also remembered the warning of the fairy, that each click would bring bigger growth than the last. She figured she should attempt no more than one or two more clicks. She decided to wait on that, she had enough as it was. Then it was off to the Ball!

At the Ball she quickly found the Prince and Drezell dancing alone in the middle of the floor. The Prince was dressed in his most regal affair, and Drezell had certainly outdone herself in appearing as a total slut. She wore a black velvet dress split up to the thigh, with a neckline so low that it barely concealed her hard nipples. They were dancing strangely thought Cassandra. Basically they had their arms wrapped around each other with the Prince's face buried in her cleavage. Cassandra realized that she would have to up the ante a little bit. She ducked into the powder room and when she was alone she clicked her heels once. She started to grow again, and this time didn't stop until she had almost burst out of her dress. Her hips were wider than her shoulders and then some, and her breasts were like bursting melons straining the fabric or her dress to extremes. "Whoah" exclaimed Cassandra grabbing and hefting her breasts. Amazingly they weren't heavy. They were round and firm, but almost as light as a feather. She would worry about that later, now it was time to steal the Prince. As she walked out of the powder room jaws dropped on both men and women as the shapely goddess strode boldly onto the dance floor. She walked right up to the Prince and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Gouuuwaae!" came the Prince's voice from between Drizzle's tits. It could roughly be translated as "Go away." Drezell, whose eyes were closed in contentment, hadn't even noticed Cassandra's approach. Cassandra tapped again. This time the Prince waved an arm back to tell whomever it was to fuck off when it bumped right into Cassandra's fulsome bosom. His hand immediately stopped its previous action, the Prince stopped nuzzling as he tried to figure out just what he had run into. Drezell opened her eyes with some annoyance to find out what the problem was and her eyes nearly popped out of her head as she saw the super stacked and beaming Cassandra. The Prince's hand began to grope and explore to confirm that yes that was the single biggest yam he'd ever felt, and he turned around to look at the owner.

"Do you mind if I cut in Prince?" said Cassandra stepping closer, until her breasts bumped into his chest.

"B-by all means." Stammered the Prince after a moment and then wrapping his arms around her, resuming his dance.

"But?but what about me?" Pouted Drezell.

"Gogedusumpunch." Said the Prince waving her off. Drezell got the message, but decided not to get them punch (she was fluent in the tongue that the Prince was currently using) and instead flounced off to the powder room. Once there she shrieked and smashed every breakable thing within reach. Feeling much better she decided to try and fix her problem. Drezell was a bit more clever than Cassandra and figured out that she had obviously used some kind of charm to get the body she now had. Knowing a bit about magic she decided to check her own resources. She pulled out her little compact mirror and opened it. Looking deeply into it she said boldly: "Mirror, mirror in my hand, tell me how the fuck that little bitch did it!" The mirror went cloudy and then she saw a replay of Cassandra's transformation, from the time she first put the ring on, till that last click she made in this same powder room minutes ago. Once the vision cleared Drezell smiled dangerously, for she already had a plan. She boldly walked back into the ball and headed right for the dancing couple. The Prince not only had his face buried in Cassandra's ample cleavage but both hands were groping her hips and ass.

"Excuse me." Said Drezell grabbing one of the Prince's hands and placing it on her own breast. That stopped him for the moment. They both stopped dancing and Cassandra took the opportunity to rub Drizzle's slutty face in it.

"Jealousy just doesn't become you Drezell deary, why don't you go and stuff your dress some more hmm?" She laughed again and didn't see the determined look on Drizzle's face.

"No one steals my Prince, I challenge you to the Dance!" The crowd and the Prince gasped. Murmurs of "The Dance, the Dance" went around the room. Even Cassandra was taken aback. The Dance was an ancient challenge used to settle disputes, not often done any more but still a popular event. Basically the challenger would lead a single dance and the challenged would have to imitate it. "Strike up the band, a fast merry tune!" shouted Drezell waving her hand imperiously. The dance floor was cleared except for the two dancers as the band began to play a quick ditty on their instruments. Many wanted some privacy so they could play a different tune on another instrument, but that would have to come later. And so the challenge began. If Drezell could do a move that Cassandra couldn't then Drezell won, if Cassandra performed every move exactly as Drezell, then she would win. They were both good dancers. Swirls, twirls, leaps spins, shuffles, toe taps, and more were performed by the pair flawlessly. The band played an extra long time just to make the girls sweat and cause their clothes to cling tighter. When Drezell sensed the end of her song she pulled out her finale. A leap, a double heel-click, land, spin, leap and then a triple-heel click. A difficult maneuver, she got a 9 form most guests (a 7 from the Russian guest). Cassandra immediately and thoughtlessly copied it with an added flourish. She did triple heel clicks on both leaps. Drezell smiled widely. Everyone, including Cassandra, thought she was taking the loss quite well. That's when Cassandra began to change.

It was that extra heel click that had really done it for her. The first thing anyone noticed was Cassandra's belt sash beginning to strain and tear. Then all eyes were on her chest as her melons burst through the tight fabric, growing bigger with each second. Then the rest of her dress followed suit as her body turned into an hourglass of humoungous proportions. "Oh no!" cried Cassandra when she realized that the expansion was starting to take place in her belly as well, too much air was going into her for her body to stay in a woman's shape. Her belly quickly caught up with her other swelling attributes, her arms and legs sticking out straight from her body. Soon her belly began to overtake her hips and breasts. They began to merge with her ponderous belly, as did her arms and legs. She was getting bigger and bigger, her arms, legs and breasts disappearing in the ever-growing sphere of her body. Soon only her head, hands and feet were the only discernable features on her perfectly round body. She finally stopped growing when she was more than fifteen feet around. She stood precariously balanced on one tiny foot, considering how far apart her feet were now her growing days were over, her face scarlet with shame, wanting nothing more than to run?er roll out as fast as she could. All eyes were upon her as Drezell laughed maliciously.

"You win deary! The Prince is all yours!" Laughed Drezell, turning on her heel and sauntering out, laughing all the way.

"The Grand Ball is over!" Yelled the Prince, "Everybody out!" Minutes later the two were alone. Cassandra could feel the Prince's eyes burning into her as he circled her. She flopped her hands uselessly, trying to turn and follow him. Most of the time she couldn't even see him, her bulk obscured most of her vision. Finally the Prince leaped up and grasped her hand, pulling her off her foot so that she rolled onto her side and was looking into his eyes. Eyes that were on fire with lust. "I just have one question for you." He said looking deeply into her eyes.

Cassandra swallowed hard and squeaked "Yes?"

He waited a moment longer, letting the tension build. "Will you marry me?"

Well needless to say she said yes. He had his royal inventor, who was working on a conveyance he called a "Hot Air Balloon", make her the wedding dress. As she was rolled down the aisle she was the envy of every woman in the kingdom, especially Drezell. She had been put under arrest and was now forced to keep the slave workers happy. Giving hand jobs to smelly, dirty miners for eight hours a day was not the way she had planned to live out her life. As for the happy couple, they bounced merrily throughout the kingdom and lived happily ever after.

Oh yeah, they also fucked like rabbits on speed.