Sorceress' Revenge, A

Tristan was commander of the 7th legion of the Army Of Darkness. Tristan was a fair leader despite being in the AOD. Lakora was the number one ranking sorceress in Tristan's brigade. She had worked with Tristan on most of his battles, and hoped to some day conquer all with him. Lakora began to notice that Tristan was turning soft and to the side of good when he met an archer named Laura. She was a spy for the Army Of Light, and was trying to turn him to good. Tristan took a liking to Laura, and was beginning to turn his armies to the lighter side. Laura, in the name of evil, had to stop this.

Laura just got back to her quarters from deer hunting. She was dressed in her hunting outfit: black knee high boots, brown pants, thick black belt, and a green button down shirt. She was famished after the hunt, and ordered a servant to bring her dinner. She laid down on her bed and waited for her food to come.

"Here you go, Lady Laura."

A maid entered the room and brought Laura a glass of water and some venison.

"Thank you." Laura innocently replied as she took a sip of water. "This water tastes horrible!"

With a flash of light, the maid transformed into the sorceress, Lakora. She began to laugh vengefully.

"You think you can turn Tristan to the light! That won't be happening. You won't be alive to finish your work! That potion you drank will take care of you!"

Laura grabbed her stomach as an enormous pressure built up inside. Her shirt tightened as her belly bloated with gas. Her breasts began to swell up and press tightly against her shirt.

"What did you do to me!? I feel so bloated!"

Laura's belt was being pulled apart as her hips widened out with the building pressure. The crotch of her pants strained to hold her ballooning body. Her thighs filled up with gas and became inflated to incredible proportions. Her swelling belly tore her belt apart, bulging forward through her pants and shirt.

"Help! I'm getting too big! I'm going to burst!"

Her monstrous thighs tested the seams of her pants as they swelled near bursting. Her breasts were being contained by her shirt which was now too small, buttons ready to bust off.

"Stop! I'm going to explode! Ugh!!"

Despite the lack of room left in her straining, tight body, her belly was still being pumped with gas. Her whole bloated body stopped stretching as it reached it's limits. The pressure was building up. Her clothes were making stretching rubber sounds. It was coming.

"Oh no! I can't hold any more! Too much gas! Ugh... Too much... Ugh!!!"