The Wizards of Nyst, Part 3: The Queen of the Nyst

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.

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