Tharja's Experiment

The sun was setting as the Shepherds began to make camp.

Tharja had joined the Shepherds during a battle that was fought a little over a year ago in the scorching desert of Plegia. Initially she opposed them, but after meeting their enigmatic tactician she knew that she had to follow him and learn everything she could about his daily habits and routines.

Life at camp was difficult at first, but it’s not like it was any easier with Plegia. She practiced dark magic, which had many different connotations that went along with it. Mostly bad ones. She found comfort in the company of another outcast of the group, Gaius, who joined the ranks as a thief. He saw past her creepy facade and saw the true Tharja beneath, which was simply a woman who wanted to be loved and cared for. He understood her hardships of acceptance as he too struggled with the other soldiers. Not many people are jumping at the opportunity to be friends with a thief formerly employed by the enemy. As time went on and they spent more time together they sparked a romance. This romance turned into a marriage that eventually brought a beautiful young girl into the world.

… At least that seems to be what is supposed to happen. While on patrol the Shepherds found a young girl named Noire fighting off captors in an abandoned fort. After the skirmish Noire showed Tharja a wedding ring; the same ring Gaius had given her when they eloped. Tharja and Gaius had only been married for a few months, yet here is a woman the same age as they are claiming to be their daughter! This war has caused many strange things to happen, that’s for sure…

Tharja continued to ponder this strange reality as she took her evening walk around camp. The Shepherds had routed a group of Risen earlier that day so the entire camp was full of rowdy drunks celebrating their victory. In an attempt to escape the noise Tharja walked over to the armory. A faint glow of hot coals could be seen as the blacksmith worked on forging a blade (named “gooch ripper” for some reason). The burning coals would scream to life as the blacksmith used the bellows pump to bring more air into the forge. What was she read in that book she stole from Robin’s tent? “The soul is a fire yearning to burn as bright as possible” or something along those lines. “Noire could use a boost like those coals.” Tharja muttered under her breath. The girl was meek and wimpy without the charm Tharja had made to give her a boost in battle. Tharja grinned as she realized the opportunity right before her eyes. She grabbed a bellows pump from a forge that wasn’t in use and made her way to Noire’s tent.


Tharja quietly slipped into Noire’s tent while the other soldiers were busy drinking.

“Oh! Mother, you startled me!” Said Noire as she looked up from her book.

“Soon you won’t be startled by anything if my newest experiment works.” Replied Tharja.

Noire knew her mother too well, which meant that she knew Tharja had some new hex or spell that she needed a guinia pig for. Reluctantly she set her book down and stood up.

“What is it this time mother? A hex to make me constantly alert?” Noire asked.

“No, not quite.” Replied Tharja as she pulled the bellows pump out of her bag. “This experiment doesn’t use any magic at all, just science.”

“Um… What is that for exactly?” Asked Noire with a very clear expression of worry on her face.

Before she could get an answer Tharja jumped on Noire and pinned her to the bed. Noire barely resisted as Tharja lifted her skirt to insert the hose of the pump into her bottom.

“Mother, I don’t think-”

FWOOSH

Noire’s belly bulged slightly as Tharja used her foot to operate the pump.

“Do you feel any braver yet?” Tharja asked as she continued to pump air into Noire.

“No, I” FWOOSH “Don’t think” FWOOSH “This is helping me at all!”

Noire’s belly had grown to the size of a watermelon from the few pumps Tharja had put into her. Despite what Noire was saying, Tharja noticed her daughter being much more vocal than she was used to.

“Well, isn’t this wonderful!” Tharja said. “I was right! You ARE getting more fierce with each pump!”

Tharja continued to pump Noire full of air, much to the dismay of her daughter. Her belly began to round out with each pump, with her breasts and ass starting to take some of the overflow. Her already ample chest grew even larger as it ripped out of her blouse. Her growing ass lifted her off of the bed as she began to lay back and hold her stomach.

“How am I” FWOOSH “Supposed to fight like this Mother?” FWOOSH “I can barely move!”

Tharja stopped momentarily to think about what Noire had just said. Would this new enhancement cause more harm than good? No, impossible. Mother knows best. Besides, Noire is an archer and will be protected by other soldiers anyway. With this new revelation Tharja began to pump even faster.

FWOOSH! FWOOSH! FWOOSH!

The air began to find its way into Noire’s arms and legs now. Each pump caused them to get a little bigger and a little harder to bend. The hands that were resting on Noire’s stomach were now pointing straight out to her sides as her limbs became rigid from the pressure.

“M-Mother… please…” Noire pleaded. She was feeling tight now, but Tharja showed no signs of stopping.

Noire’s strained blouse and skirt simultaneously ripped off as Tharja pumped. They couldn’t hold back Noir’s ballooning form any longer. Now Noire was naked on the bed, getting bigger and bigger with each gust of air.

“You’ll be the fiercest warrior to ever live!” Tharja exclaimed. “This air will stoke the flames of your soul so that nothing will be able to stop you!”

Noire let out a soft wimper as her mother forced fore air into her body. Tharja’s pace was beginning to slow down since she was getting so much resistance from the pressure in Noire’s body. She was beginning to creak while small spurts of air could be heard escaping from her nipples.

“I feel like” FWOOSH… “I could burst at any moment!” FWOOSH… “Please, mother, stop pumping!”

Tharja ignored her daughter as she operated the pump. She’s always so dramatic about things. She won’t burst, that’s just her spirit getting invigorated. She’s probably never had that happen before so she’s scared. That’s all that is…

Tharja continued to muse these thoughts as she began to jump on the pump in order to force more air in. Noire’s body was drum tight with the creaks getting louder and longer. Her belly button popped into an outie as she continued to expand.

“I…” FWOOSH… “Don’t think I can get any bigger” FWOOSH… “The next pump could pop me!”

This time Tharja stopped. She looked at Noire and saw that she had become massive. Her taught skin was shining and was beginning to take on a translucent quality. Maybe she’s right…

“Ok Noire, I suppose you’re right.” Said Tharja as she pushed her hand into Noire’s side to feel the resistance. “However, I think you can handle a few more pumps. Then we’ll be done.”

Noire’s sigh of relief was quickly replaced by a yelp as Tharja jumped on the bellows.

FWOOSH!

“MMMPH!!” Said Noire. Her cheeks had puffed up to the point where she could only make muffled noises now.

FWOOSH!

“MMMMMMPPPHHH!!!” Noire attempted to scream as her mother jumped on the pump yet again. Couldn’t she see that she was about to burst?!

FWOO – BANG!

An arrow that was resting on the nightstand next to Noire’s bed had punctured her belly. Little bits of rubber rained down on Tharja as she stood dumbfounded in the aftermath.

“What the hell?!” Yelled Robin as he stormed into Noire’s tent.

“Um… one of my experiments backfired.” Replied Tharja in her disbelief.