Thank you very much for your interest in this sex-enriched fantasy story. I do hope what meager talent I have to offer will give you a little break from your everyday life and lend wings to your imagination. Now I don’t consider myself a “professional” writer of any sort, though I do strive to present my tales as well as I possibly can. If you have questions, if you feel like giving me a verbal pat on the back or a harsh lecture (or really anything in between, I’ll take what feedback I can get), I do have a couple of links for your convenience at the end of this file.
— Paul
With that out of the way, obligatory disclaimer, titles and recap below. Or skip straight to the story.
CONTENT WARNING: The text below is, by its intent, explicit in nature. It is unrated and for mature audiences only. This is neither intended nor suitable for any minors, nor adults that do not want to be exposed to descriptions of non-realistic sexual intercourse in a fantasy setting. It is your own choice and responsibility if you continue reading.
I’ll break it down for those hard of understanding:
Non-realistic — The things described herein do not work in the real world. Not At All! And by that, I mean “not at all”. Just like you can’t turn a frog into a prince, there’s no way to turn the plain maid into a big-chested princess by blowing her up. You’ll just end up with pieces of dead plain maid all over the room. So, don’t even for a second think about it. I can’t believe I’m actually writing this. It’s like having to say, “hey, you know, broomsticks don’t really fly, so you better not grab one and jump out the window, m’kay?” Are there really people that stupid out there? Gosh, I hope I never meet one of those.
Sexual intercourse — Two or more people of the same or different sex and legal age, doing teh nastay together. Ask yourself, and be honest: Do You Want To Read About That? Should you read about that? Are you legally entitled to read that? If "No", then What Are You Doing Here?
Fantasy setting — Far, far away in a mirror universe. Faery tale. Magic. Wizardry. Totally made up. Out of this world. In other words, restating the obvious: Do Not Try This At Home!
Siren Song, Part 6 – Tumblin’ Down
by
Paul Gerard (a pen name)
First Draft started 2008-06-17
This version 2012-10-03
Proof-reading: A very heartfelt thank you to CoffeePilot for his time and patience.
Altaerna — A world, where the laws of reality may become mere guidelines at any given time, where magic and machinery are intertwined, where all those things creeping in the shadows of fantasy may step forward onto the mind’s stage.
This story unfolds in medieval times, around the 12th Century. 1185, if you’re one for nitpicking.
Once upon a time …
The year is 1185, the world is Altaerna, and the place is somewhere in the temperate climate where people are mostly pale and mostly stubborn.
A winter ago, a lithe and lissom young woman saved a handsome young fisherman from drowning. The fisherman’s would-be fiance, headstrong cold-hearted not-so-young Menena, the town’s mayor and wealthy shop owner, didn’t take it lightly when her trusted maid Barbara and her well-equipped secret boy toy David fell for each other hard and fast despite being unable to join in carnal pleasures (on account of Barbara’s nethers being a thimble and David being … rather more than that).
Consumed by jealousy, Menena saw to it that David was banned from the town, with Menena maligning him whenever she could. Barbara was given the boot but still found a little lenience in Menena’s eyes for the years of service, so the lithe blonde was allowed to spend market days in the side streets where she’s now trying to sell for a living the fishes that David catches with his tiny boat and his worn nets. The outcast couple of twenty-somethings got secretly married and made it through their first year, living a life of privation in a tiny hut atop the cliffs, hours from the town.
Spring has returned. Going for a swim while waiting for her husband’s return, Barbara hits upon a drifting net chock-full of fish while her other half David makes but a single lucky catch out at sea. Reunited, the young couple retreats into their favorite hideaway to have another go at their most pressing problem, their inability to consume their marriage properly. Still unable to succeed, they resort to each other’s dexterity like the many times before.
As Barbara prepares lunch gutting the fish David brought, she discovers a valuable pendant in its belly. Putting it on, she — is woken by her husband, hours later. Not only has she developed quite the appetite for the unfamiliar fishes that the new net seems to attract, she also suddenly succeeds in devouring herculean meat (wink, wink). When David sets out to a bigger and more distant town in an effort to sell more of his catches, Barbara ends up doing a little self-exploration on a moonlit night. She also ends up with quite some more Barbara before the night is through. After a day spent in fear and despair, and lucky for her self-conscious mind, a) most of it has disappeared again by the time Dave returns, and b) David doesn’t mind the surplus left on her at all.
As the next market day comes around, Barbara squeezes into her now ill-fitting old clothes and is about to go on a quest for answers about what has befallen her, and her first stop will be the town’s healer and midwife. Alas, the market isn’t over yet …
Following Barbara’s erroneously assuring visit to the town’s midwife, Barbara and David indulge in Barbara’s new voluptuousness and carnal hunger. As her ever-increasing desires begin to overwhelm David’s abilities, he searches for a second opinion on the strange pendant and gets advice from a young, traveling, bad-tempered, dark-skinned dancing girl called Yrba who also happens to be witch. Meanwhile, back home alone, another outbreak of multiple expansion hits Barbara as her strange visions once again cross over into her reality. When she wakes the next morning, more than just her most eye-catching attributes have changed …
After David relays his tale of the meeting with the witch, Barbara allows him to hide away the pendant. Barbara’s worries about her husband’s response to her increased voluptuousness prove to be unfounded. As they celebrate their reunion after the days of separation, some of the power fueling Barbara’s transformation is passed on to her husband, enlarging his one already oversized attribute even further while shielding their minds from becoming suspicious.
With David away on his next trip to the city, Barbara attempts to better her standing with her former mistress — and it backfires in ways that the poor young woman never would’ve expected. Weak, drained and more chest-heavy than ever, she staggers home …
Much to her horror, Barbara’s body draws its own conclusion after her mammaries have been relieved of a bucketful of milk at her former mistress’ hands, and it decides that a pair of massively swollen breasts capable of lactation by the gallon is the way to go. As Menena arrives the next morning, Barbara is helplessly chained to the kitchen table by her two humungous orbs brimming with milk. Menena discovers the enchanted pendant and decides on a whim that her favorite milk source isn’t big enough yet. She ties up Barbara and leaves the helpless young woman exposed to an even bigger dose of the trinket’s otherworldly powers.
David returns the next morning only to run into Menena. Tempers fly as the bossy woman realizes that her former toy boy will stay true to his wife no matter what …
While Barbara remains trapped in the hut, her body rendered immobile by her colossal cans and her mind drifting into and out of strange visions, David tries to find a way to get her to the witch he so rashly infuriated, only to learn that Menena has taken steps to make sure her slave and her cow can’t leave before her ultimatum runs out. As her lust and breasts grow, Barbara becomes more than willing to give herself up to her former mistress.
A pendant-induced afternoon nap leads to another vision, and when Barbara and David wake up at dawn, they learn that Barbara’s breasts are not the only things susceptible to enlargement in the vicinity of the strange medallion. Endowed beyond belief by the pendant’s powers and a slave to Barbara’s horniness, David’s reluctance doesn’t last long until he gives in and services his wife deep into the night. As the couple drifts away into exhaustion and the moon rises over the ocean, the scene is set for another player about to enter the game …
Part 6: Tumblin’ down
Obscure inspirational music reference:
“Now I’m falling on my knees / And tumblin’ down” — Jenna Andrews, Tumblin’ down
Chapter 19: The Calling
The full moon neared the apex of its path. Its cold light filtered through a thin veil of high clouds and turned the crests of the ocean waves into silvery lines as they ran out along the beach beneath the cliffs. The windows of the small, two-room hut sitting close to the edge were dark.
Beneath the rear room’s window, the celestial light mirrored in the palm-sized silver disc of a pendant that lay on the ground, partially leaning against the outside of the wall.
Barbara stirred in her sleep. The window was open, and the leaves in the bushes outside rustled in a gentle breeze that came in from the sea. The tall blonde’s breath followed the rhythm of the distant whispers of the waves rolling onto the shore.
Three months ago, twenty years old Barbara had been sylphlike, just a twig in her same age husband’s strong hands and so tight and narrow everywhere on her body that they hadn’t been able to consummate their marriage but with their deft fingers on and in each others’ sensuous parts. Then the silver pendant arrived, hidden in the belly of an accidental catch, and over the course of the weeks Barbara the slender water rat had swollen from svelte to curvaceous. While her body had been satisfied reaching statuesque proportions and changing some of its inner workings to wetly welcome her well-hung husband, her breasts had suffered a different fate. At the hands of her former mistress and now fiercest foe, Menena the mayor, poor Barbara had been tricked into chewing a handful of certain performance-enhancing herbs not meant for human consumption but for bovines.
Barbara snuggled the curves of her round seductive buttocks and back closer to the warm muscles of her husband. Their exhausted bodies spooned again now that they both had sagged down the slope of Barbara’s mind-numbingly mountainous breasts. The massive two and a half foot high and almost four foot long pears with peach-sized nipples dwarfed the young woman’s perfect physique and turned her appearance into a grotesque caricature of womanhood. Pancaking under their own weight, the barrels of nurturing glands and padding tissue filled more than half of the wide mattress made from straw and a thin layer of coarse cloth.
Barbara groaned and rolled her hip. She smacked her lips delightedly as the insides of her thighs and the muscle rings of her vagina rubbed around the half-erect cock of her husband. The thick, juicy, slightly soft pole held the sopping hole into the inhuman sheath hidden under her midriff’s skin well plugged. Despite the couple’s draining encounter only hours before, David’s magically augmented gargantuan member had reluctantly obeyed Barbara’s deft fingers and had gained enough inches and solidity to be inserted into her from behind again, granting her the final wish of falling asleep while being joined as intimately as lovers could hope to be. Tomorrow morning insatiable Menena would force David to become her personal slave for only the gods knew how long and leave Barbara stuck in the poor hut to serve as Menena’s very own human cow. Tonight the two young lovers were inseparable.
The wash of the waves filtered through Barbara’s ears. Her forehead wrinkled. She twisted, still fast asleep. The weight of her anchors made of skin and flesh kept her ribcage locked in place and her mouth opened to release a faint moan of fear.
The black sand under Barbara’s house-sized breasts turned wet as the incoming tide slowly rose. The border between dull dark sand and glistening darker water crept in rapidly from beyond the horizon. Barbara pulled and pushed desperately, but she was nothing but a tiny appendage to the twin orbs of her taut boobs that bore no semblance to anything remotely human or even bovine. They were two pumped bulging spheres of pent-up milk and strumming glands, and their weight measured in dozens of tons.
The water approached rapidly now. Barbara struggled harder, but the only thing she managed to do was to cause her skin and flesh all over her ribs to ache horribly. She stopped and leaned into the barely yielding wall of skin in front of her.
“I don’t want to die,” she whispered. Tears ran down her cheeks and dropped on the onset of her breasts. “Gods, I don’t want to drown in this darkness, all alone.”
A hand caressed her back. Its warm fingertips traced down along the groove of her spine. The slender fingers splayed wide and cupped Barbara’s right buttock, squeezing it probingly.
“Mmh,” replied a woman’s throaty voice behind Barbara. “What are you prattling on about?”
Barbara craned her neck. Silver light filled her view. She saw the shining features and understood that the strange glowing woman wore the most friendly smile, and yet a single blink was enough that Barbara couldn’t for the life of her remember what it actually looked like. The face was inches away, but it never registered in the young woman’s mind, so she immediately recognized the creature for its lack of features.
“You! It’s you again! Help me! Oh please, help me! The tide is coming! I’ll drown! I’m so heavy, I can’t — I’ll sink —”
The non-face smiled wider. “Oh dear, Barbara. Drown? What gave you that idea? Look at you!” Barbara squeaked in surprise as the woman’s other hand slapped the high-rising sphere in front of her. “Did you think you’re giving milk? No, my dear, it’s cream. Two mountains of the finest, sweetest cream just waiting to be tapped. Now tell me, does cream sink or swim, love?”
The silver woman walked along the circumference of Barbara’s beached breasts. Her fingers never left the smooth skin as she disappeared behind the horizon of the spherical expanse of milk and flesh.
“So — so I’ll float?” Barbara called after her.
Out of her sight, the wandering hands slipped on until they ran over her puffy areola. “Just the tiniest bit. You’ll fly through the sea like a bird flies on the wind.”
“Ah!” moaned Barbara. A curious, amply moistened finger wiggled into the big hole of her left teat. “Oh yes! Open it!” she begged. “Let me spend my cream —”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” was the reply from behind the wall of breast. “You’re not ready yet, sweetheart. If you fear your milk won’t be enough to keep you afloat, then I have just the thing for you.” The finger tickled the tight, puckered valve at the root of Barbara’s long nipple, then pulled out again as the seal began to quiver. Lips closed tightly around the trembling teat. Barbara heard a deep inhale through the nose, and then pressure built on her nipple.
“No — please, no! Oh please, mercy!”
The nipple opened eagerly. The creature’s warm exhale squeezed into the ducts, forcing the milk back into Barbara’s glands. Barbara felt the strain in her skin and its sudden yielding to the growing amount of pressurized air being forced into her breast. Within seconds, her areola bloated into a lewd, nub-covered pumpkin on top of the curvature of her mammary, and her growth spread on into the towering sphere of her left boob. Barbara tried hard to be scared, but the tons and tons of her breast flesh had a significant majority over her, and they very much enjoyed every new cubic inch they gained.
Another pair of hands grabbed her right nipple. Again she heard a wet smacking of lips around a finger, and then came the stretching of her other teat as it strained around the invading digit until the tip reached the other seal and a gentle stroke sent the crinkled ring muscle into preparing spasms.
“Why? Why are you doing this to me? I’m so huge already, I’m — uuuhh!” she moaned, slowly losing out to the avalanche of lustful mind-numbing sensations. Instead of a reply, her right breast received the same kiss of airy inflation, and Barbara trembled as horniness took away control of her legs. She sagged to her knees, held upright by the inverted funnels that connected her chest to her overwhelming breasts. The curved, smooth surface of her boobs filled her sight and the avalanche of flesh inched closer with every passing moment as their growth continued. Warmth exuded abundantly from the white wall that was merely half an arm’s length from her face. Every second saw it lean more over Barbara.
“Gods — please, have mercy! It’s going to crush me! I’m going to bury myself!” She pushed into the barely yielding spheres, two times, three times; then she held her hands well away as she realized that every punch and thrust sent rolling, massaging waves through the tissue, making her hornier and chipping away at her resolve, turning her thoughts into mush.
Barbara’s tight skin squeaked as a tall, firm rod squeezed into the chasm of her cleavage from the far side. Reddish glow filtered through her flesh. A fist at the end of a toned arm popped from the crack, and finally the strange being with its body made of light and silver and a face that left no trace in Barbara’s mind wiggled free from the confines of her cleavage. She spread her legs lightly, put her feet down to the left and right of Barbara’s thighs and towered inches from the kneeling young woman. Though Barbara’s eyes refused to reveal any details about the pillar of white that stood encased left and right and back by the mountains of Barbara’s breasts, their sensitive skin told Barbara of the apparition’s narrow waist, of a well-defined, muscular back, of proud shoulders and even prouder buttocks that pushed into the warm house-high cushions of Barbara’s obscene boobs.
“But — those mouths — blowing into my teats —,” stammered Barbara. Another throb of growth reduced the space between her breasts even more as her skin tightened further, and whatever she intended to say next ended up as “— mmmffft” as she dove head-first into the midriff of light. Yes, they kept on filling her, and despite her fear of being crushed, deep down on a primal level it kept on feeling so wonderful. The thing lay its slender hands on Barbara’s shoulders and stroked her gently.
“Oh my darling, I can have as many bodies and mouths as I need to make you fulfill your destiny,” smirked the stranger. “Come now, it’s time. Oh, you’re so huge, I’m curious how you’ll manage! You made things not so easy for me, but let that be forgiven. Let my kiss enlighten you now.”
“No — no, I don’t want that! Gods, what are you doing to me?” Barbara managed to squeeze out through the corner of her mouth by turning her face away from the flat midriff. Silver fingers played in her hair and held her head to the warm, pleasingly smooth skin of the being’s belly, almost smothering Barbara in her stroking hands.
“The most wonderful things, my love,” purred the voluptuous apparition as she bowed down.
The silver woman ran her fingertips along Barbara’s jaw. Barbara raised her head and rose towards her by instinct to prolong the gentle touch. Her mouth pouted stronger and she opened her puckered lips further the closer their faces inched. Behind the almost painfully bright glow of the apparition’s features, Barbara thought to see a shade of laughter lines before their lips met and Barbara’s eyes closed, overwhelmed by the glare and the rush of delight that flooded her through the connection of sensuous, soft flesh. Plump lips sucked gently on her own and drew her lower lip in between two rows of smooth sharp teeth. The creature’s breath burned with horniness as she panted, “Oh my darling, the times we could’ve had! The things we could’ve done together! The secrets I could’ve taught you!” She convulsed, trapping Barbara’s right leg between her own sturdy legs. Moisture dripped like molten silver down Barbara’s thigh.
The being shivered all over and staggered lightly, then she regained her balance and straightened again.
“Haaaaah,” she gasped. “Oh, thank you, lovely. Thank you so much. Now this here is what I must do, before we part to meet again one more time.”
The woman’s fingers made their way along Barbara’s neck, ruffling her mane until those hands of light and warmth finally cupped the sides of her head and held her ears in the corner of thumb and forefinger. The apparition’s disembodied voice rang in her head, and it whispered:
“You may not understand yet, but now it is time that you shall hear.”
Barbara just barely heard the creaking of her skull before the agony of pointy fingernails burrowing into her head made her world explode into a rain of searing sparks.
“The pain!”
She jerked awake, wide-eyed with fear. The pain in her temples was back, together with the feeling of her head being caught in a vise, and it hurt stronger than ever before. David groaned as her elbow struck his short ribs, then he launched upright.
“Wwww... what? Barb! Is it milking time? You all right?”
“No! Not all right! The — the noise! That horrible, piercing noise! It’s growing louder and louder!” Barbara clutched her head. This time it was not just something that hummed and whistled and pounded in her cranium. The sound had direction, and it came from outside the sea-facing window.
You shall hear —
“I can hear,” she whispered to herself. “Dave! Dave, listen! You can hear it, too, right? I’m not going mad, am I? Tell me you can —”
“Relax, it was just a bad dr—”
And then he heard it, too. A faint chorus of unearthly vowels from many throats, a distant howling growing louder. The two young people shivered.
“It’s rising from the ocean!” gasped David. “It can’t be! Who could — merfolk! Gods, these must be merfolk! But — they’re just a fairy tale!”
By sheer force of habit, Barbara tried to get up, but the weight of her breasts immediately threw her down on the bed again. The pain of overstretched skin made her groan loudly.
“Unngh! Gods! So — heavy. Ugh! Fairy tale? Just a fairy tale?! Do we not look like we’re trapped in a cruel fairy tale? And those dreams — I — I’m missing something, something important! I — the dream, about water, and milk. And —”
She gnashed her teeth. “Godsdammit! This awful noise, it’s — it’s making it all fade away, I can’t — I was so big, much bigger than this. Very much bigger than this! And there — there was — a — a thing, a woman! She spoke to me, but — not only in my dreams, I — I heard her before, I think, when we made love.” Barbara pounded her fists against her forehead. “She told me to do something, something about — voices, and I think I did it, and then something strange happened, and now I — I can’t remember!”
David struggled out of the bed and threw on his clothes. “We must get away from here. No matter where, just away! They’ll come for us. They lure sailors to their death, they say. We mustn’t listen to their call!”
He hesitated and looked at his wife. She faced him with her head turned over her shoulder, but her gaze went straight through him.
“Barbara?” David staggered forward and kneeled down on the bed. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her, gently at first, then stronger as her eyes remained vacant. “Gods, Barbara, don’t do that to me, wake up, please!”
“The pendant,” she whispered.
“No! Barbara, no! Please, listen to me, I’m right here! Look at me!”
Barbara blinked. Her eyes focused on his. “Dave, please … bring me the pendant. They’re calling. I must go to them. Please, Dave.”
“No, Barbara! You can’t have the pendant! You’ll grow on and on if you wear it. I can’t let you do that!”
“I’ll grow on and on with or without it, David. I grew with it around and with it gone, remember? I was just happier and stronger with it around. You were happier and stronger. If that’s what it does, then together we’ll be just barely strong enough to move me! And I need to go down to the beach. We need to talk to them! Bugger your wannabe witch, if this is those merfolks’ doing, then it’s them we need to beg and plead to!”
Come home, Barbara.
She turned her head towards the window and gazed out at the sea. The full moon stood high in the night sky, and the water looked like dancing silver. Filling the foreground, her mammaries were pale white hills, almost glowing with an inner light. They spilled far beyond her arms’ reach now; their slightly flattened, round shapes even threatened to slip off Barbara’s side of the wide bed. The sirens’ song pulled at her soul. Ah, to lower herself into clear cool water, to swim in the weightlessness of the ocean, to be free again …
People hunger for you —
“They need me,” she whispered.
“They’ll steal you away,” sobbed David. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.
“It never was ours to decide, David,” she replied and stroked his hair. “They’ve made the choice for us. They’ve chosen me. That’s why they sent us the pendant. Please, Dave. It’s their magic that is changing me, and we can’t fight it. It’s stronger than me. Stronger than us.”
We’re all friends here —
“I’m not letting you go, Barbara.” He slowly shook his head. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re ranting!”
“I’m not ranting, David,” she calmly replied. “I’ve never been clearer in my head than now.” Barbara slapped the sides of her breasts. The heavy bags quivered on as she exclaimed, “Look at me! I can’t even drag myself around any more, and they don’t know! They’ll keep on calling to me, and I’ll keep on growing! Do you really want me to end like this, even bigger than this, just two boobs filling the room, and me somewhere in the middle? Oh please, Dave, I need your help! You must bring me to them. Only in the ocean will I be able to move again. It’s the only way we both can escape Menena’s clutch, too. They’ll take care of me, and you’ll be free to run from her reach. And maybe ... you will come and visit me, every now and then? If they allow it?”
Chapter 20: Time’s up
David ran his hand along the silky-smooth mountain of Barbara’s left breast. “Please, Barbara. Don’t make me do this.”
“Haahhh—,” Barbara shivered. “The gods!” Her breathing came faster, she panted fiercely. “Gods, it’s — starting again!”
David felt the throbbing deep in the colossal mounds. “What is —”
“The heat! Harbinger — of milk!” She gnashed her teeth. “Milk first, and then the growth! I beg of you, David! Bring the pendant, we don’t have time! Soon I’ll be beyond immovable!” Her hands clenched into fists. “Gods, I — I try to hold it back, but — I don’t know how — hurry!” Her whole body trembled in spasms. “D—David, pl—nnnnghh!”
Her skin stretched right under his fingertips as the ducts in Barbara’s breasts filled up faster, plumping and dilating under the amassing liquid that her glands produced quicker with each passing moment. The flattened spheres rose as the bed groaned and creaked under the growing weight. “Oh the gods, the gods,” she moaned, pinching her eyes. The straining feeling spread through her whole body. It teased and tickled all around her reddening vulva. Each and every piece of her body that ever had managed to bring her delight answered the call of her breasts’ ever-swelling volume and plumped along. Barbara felt stuffed to the brim with horniness; she was a taut piece of skin barely able to contain the molten lust that filled every cubic inch. Her fingers dived through the engorging labia and deep into the sopping crevice between her legs. Warm, sticky liquid pulsed out and brought a moment’s relief, enough for her to open her eyes again and to focus on David’s chalk-white face by her side.
“Guuuuh — David, hurry, bring m—eeeeyyyy! — the pendant, bring it, t—then milk me, m—moooaaaaahhh!—milk me, so full — unnnnh! So fast, so full — !”
Her hips bucked, and her voice turned into a throaty panting accentuating the rapid squishing and slurping emanating from her groin. Barbara’s mouth curved into an orgasmic smile. Milky-white lube squirted through her fingers and wetted the already damp bed between her legs. “Oaaahh yessss—”
David dashed towards the far end of the garden and stumbled to a halt. There was but a small crater where he remembered burying the pendant, and a trail of shreds along a narrow grove leading back towards the hut.
“The gods, it’s come for us,” he gulped, then he turned and followed the singed remains of the cloth he’d wrapped the disc into.
He found it leaning innocently against the lowest row of wall stones just beneath the bedroom window. David reached and hesitated.
“Look, I’m sorry,” he whispered. “You’ve won. Please don’t hurt us.” His trembling fingers were within an inch of the blue pulsating stones, and he panted fearfully.
“Should I not?” breathed a woman’s voice into his left ear. David froze and pinched shut his eyes. Blazing light filtered in reddish hues through his eyelids. He didn’t even dare to turn his head or his gaze.
“Please,” he repeated through clenched teeth. “I’m sorry. I tried what I could to save her.”
The heat of burning lips seared his earlobe, even though they didn’t touch his skin.
“And you think I didn’t?” hissed the apparition.
The light was gone. Breathing in short gasps, David found himself kneeling and clutching the pendant. His skin was unharmed, and all of his fingers were still in place.
“David!” Barbara’s desperate sobbing cry tore him from the aftershock. He struggled upright and ran towards the door.
“Barbara! What happened?” David realized the stupidity of his question the moment his eyes had adjusted to the near blackness of the bedroom. His wife no longer lay on her side, she knelt on the bed, desperately trying to coral her enchanted breasts. Even though David had been gone less than two minutes, the pale orbs had lost any hint of sag and now dominated the room, each almost four feet across and near perfectly spherical. Their payload of milk claimed every square inch of skin, and the struggling wrapper was stretched taut as far as it could distend.
Barbara turned her tears-drenched face to him. “So full,” she sobbed. “B—bursting, let it out again, please!”
“How? I dare not —” He cramped up as blue sparks seared up his arm from the pendant in his grip. Pale, ghostly images filled his mind; of plump lips on erect nipples; of fingers digging into swollen teats that turned into transparent jelly to reveal puckered and trembling muscle rings deep inside the milk ducts, their cramped and tight valves relaxing at the caress of a fingertip’s stroke.
“You better aim her nozzles at the window, fisherman,” whispered a throaty voice into his ear.
He knelt down in front of the pair of white orbs and for a moment gazed up at the towering spheres. The areola were stretched flat and beyond dish size, and the nipples struggled to retain a semblance of their former shape, but the pull of straining skin reduced them to near flat palm-sized hills with an inch-wide hole at the tip. David wetted his index finger and slowly twisted it into the duct of Barbara’s left mammary.
“Uh! G—gently, David — oh — oh yes!” panted his wife. Crinkled skin slipped by under his fingertip, until two knuckles deep in he touched a sphincter not unlike the cute, freshly-rinsed one between Barbara’s ripe buttocks. And very much like that one, a few gentle tickles and strokes had it trembling and quivering.
“D—Dave — mmm—ooooh—ooaaah—haaaahh!”
Body-warm milk surrounded his finger and slowly forced it out of the tube.
— aim at the window, fisherman —
David leaned into his wife’s cleavage. He held as much of the throbbing orb in his raised right arm’s clutch as he could engird. With his ear against the warm wall of breast, the hissing rush of milk escaping from bloated flesh was as loud as Barbara’s long-drawn howl of relief. The forceful white jet, almost two inches across, grabbed the parchment curtain and tore it away, dragging it along on the twenty yards arc of spraying milk that reached beyond the cliff and rained down into the ocean below.
Barbara leaned slightly sideways as her breasts’ filling became uneven and her liberated one once again slowly succumbed to sag.
“The — other — one, too, David,” she managed to stammer, only to feel his other forefinger as it made its way down her right breast’s reluctant hole. “Yes — ye—iiiiiooaaah!” The white spout burst against the wall and showered the whole room with ricocheting thick drops until David managed to get his splayed fingers on her breast and squeeze and bend it far enough out of shape to vent the jet of pressurized milk through the window, too. The twin lines of liquid danced and twisted out into the night air, feeding a growing white circle of sweet milk floating on the salty ocean below.
Barbara’s boobs shrank slowly. Together with the sinking pressure, the hissing milk fountains’ reach grew shorter until they splattered down into the garden, turning the sun-baked earth into fertile mud. The yielding pull on Barbara’s skin allowed for her areola to contract and regain their domed shape. Inside the now palm-sized concentric crinkles of darker skin, her nipples turned back into finger-long, peach-thick, coarse-skinned protrusions ripe for the picking. The white jets became thinner as the ducts’ center hole shrank.
“Thank Heavens,” moaned Barbara, cradling her womanly burdens and squeezing out as much of her nurturing nectar as she could. When she finally let go, her enchanted jugs were back to their still humungous size that the pounds upon pounds of glands and ducts demanded. David pinched her coarse nipples, and the valves deep down snapped shut, cutting the remaining thin white arcs off from one moment to the other. Barbara gulped, wetting her dry mouth, then she continued her exhausted panting as sweat ran down her face.
“The pendant, David,” she stammered. “D—don’t know how soon the growing will start now. I just h—hope I’ll gain enough strength by then. We must get out of the hut and down to the beach before I’m just a pair of breast boulders.”
Kneeling in front of his wife’s promontory, David breathed heavily as he bent down and picked up from the floor the disc he’d cast aside. “Here. Barbara, it sp—”
The thin chain almost took off his fingertips as Barbara snatched it frantically from his clutch.
“—oke to m—eeouch! Barb!” He shook his hand and kneaded his fingers. “Barb, what the hell? I wasn’t going to withhold it, y’know?” A sigh, then he continued, “There was — someone, like a woman of fire, and —”
David fell silent. Barbara didn’t listen at all. With her eyes closed, she dragged the chain over her head and stuffed it into her cleavage until only the two thin silver lines remained. Folding her hands over the deep chasm, she swayed back and forth, whispering, “make me strong, make me strong.”
David ran his forefingers along the white trail of milk dribbling down from the fat nipple of his wife’s left breast and licked up the thick coating from his fingers. It tasted sweet beyond comparison, and for a moment he regretted pouring it out the window when he could’ve gorged himself on the gallons and gallons shooting out of his wife’s generous breasts. Then he shook his head and grabbed his temples.
Gods, what am I thinking? She would’ve filled me beyond bursting!
“David?”
He looked up. Barbara had raised her head, and her eyes had lost the sick sheen of mindless urges and finally carried a human expression, one of worry and regret.
“David, I’m sorry. Are you alright? I — I think I’m good again. I’m listening now. And — the noise is gone. Their calling has stopped.”
He rose to his knees and reached for her hands and arms, leaning into the soft yet resilient pillows.
“So, feeling any stronger yet?”
“No — not yet, but at least my skin does not hurt any more. David, maybe we can build a sling or a cradle, and if we put two branches over our shoulders and tie my milk bags to them, we could carry them between us. At least we’d get out of the hut, and then there’s the wheelbarrow. Maybe it’s sturdy enough, if we wrap them up? They’ll hang over the sides for sure, but if they’re in a tight wrapper —”
David jumped up. “I’ll be back in a moment, dear.”
I don’t feel stronger, but I think they’ve grown tougher. Barbara frowned and went along on her knees, inching towards the head end of the bed and closer to her right breast. She ran her flat hands along the left mammary’s top, dug her fingers into the yielding bag as deep as she could and dragged the half-filled orb after her. Her skin pleated but it didn’t scream with the pain of imminent tearing. Barbara pulled with all her might, but her strength was just enough to send the sloshing pear slowly rolling across the bed.
She pulled harder, building momentum in the heavy bag until it bumped into her right milk tank. Barbara moaned as the shockwave quivered through her aroused flesh. And then her lecherous exhale turned into a high-pitched squeal as her right breast’s center of weight canted over the edge of the bed and yanked her body forward by the skin spanning over her ribs.
The soft bag oozed down onto the floor. Barbara’s stiff nipple was pushed back into the yielding gallons of glands, and moments later, her malleable left breast rolled after its sister. The young woman was dragged across the mattress by her own chest. She ended up with her hip still on the bed and her upper torso dancing on her own warm orbs like on an unquiet water bed of coming ages.
“Gods!” Barbara cradled the sloshing bags. “That wasn’t what I hoped for! So I’m beyond ripping, but that’s good for nothing if I’m too weak to move them!”
David barged into the room. “Barbara, there’s no branch or pole strong enough to carry the weight! I looked everywhere. And the linen is too thin, too. I can tear it with my bare hands, and you’re far heavier than that.”
“The gods! How are we going to get me out of here? Dave, I’m so heavy, I —”
“Shh. One at a time, darling. Maybe we can shift one at a time, so we’re going to place this here —”
He spread out a blanket on the bedroom floor by the side of Barbara’s breast that was closest to the door. His hands gently rolled and pulled the pliable flesh until it rested on the coarse cloth.
“Mmmh,” she moaned as she felt new rivulets of her overflowing lewdness making their way through her swollen, engorged labia. “Oh, your hands, you’ve got a way with your fingers digging into my breasts that’s making my crotch spill over! Oh Dave, I’m — I’m so very horny again right now!”
“Maybe later, dear.” He picked up the corners of the blanket and pulled with all his strength.
“Daaa—aaaveee?!” gasped Barbara as her left breast rode away with the coarse wool and she sank deeper into her widening cleavage, flailing her arms until she managed to touch the ground between her tits. Her mams were spread apart and the strain on her breastbone increased.
“Just tell me before it’s unbearable so I can shift the other one after it,” groaned David through clenched teeth.
Barbara’s arms trembled. Her breasts quaked and quivered to each jolting of the blanket, and she moaned and panted on the edge of another climax. She gulped, fighting for control of her drooping jaw and her pouting lower lip to stammer words instead of senseless syllables of ecstasy.
“They’re so squishy and pliable, we — we still need to wrap them up! David, bring your net! The new one, you said it’s so incredibly strong! If we wrap my breasts up, and you get under them and I pull from above, then maybe we can carry them outside together, at least to the wheelbarrow!”
Barbara listened to his disappearing footsteps as she clambered from the bed, stumbling forward onto the twin pillows of her boobs. The awkward struggle finally had her kneeling against the pair of orbs, and every touch and rub and grab of the sensitive spheres heightened her lust and longing.
“Gods, at least it’s not painful,” she muttered down towards the silver disk. “Could do with a little less titillation, thank you very much.” Barbara turned her head and sighed. “So now to gather myself up again from being spread out, and if I’m lucky, I’ll be another foot closer to the door.”
Inch by inch she pulled up her right breast, reaching into her own cleavage to grasp a fold of its humungous bulk from beneath and to drag it closer. The pendant jingled and jumped against her upper arms with every push and pull.
“You’re not making this any easier, you bloody thing,” groaned Barbara as she fought to pile her mammaries up another hand’s width closer to the door. “Fat lot of good you are, y’silver piece of shit if you can’t even get me upright. You’re supposed to make me strong, aren’t you? Raaaaahh!” Forcing one knee into her cleavage, stooping with her pair of milk sacks tying her to the floor, Barbara roared through clenched teeth, dug both splayed hands into her right breast and pulled the giant soft pear up until her leg was trapped in her cleavage. Every moment was a struggle against the overwhelming urge to just grab her soaked swollen strawberry of a clit and to ride herself mindlessly ragged on her own palm. “Maybe you even like this, seeing me trapped and milked, you sick fucker fuckity fuck!” cursed Barbara, spreading her legs and sagging down exhaustedly on her own beanbag-sized left breast. “Oh gods, so heavy!” she panted. “Can’t move myself a single inch more.”
“I’m back, love,” gasped David, leaning against the door frame. After a short recovery, he pushed the bed frame away and helped Barbara down from her warm breast-saddle.
“We’ll roll you backwards, then I’ll spread out the net in front of you and you can roll your breasts over it,” David explained as he leaned into his wife’s boobs. Barbara put her haunches on the floor and leaned backwards. She shrieked as her round burdens picked up speed, sent her down on her padded buttocks and kept on rolling.
“Daviiiiii — mmmggmmm! Mmm—mmm! Gmmmm!” Her arms waved in panic from behind the wall of flesh, and her feet poked out beneath the quivering orbs. David hurriedly laid out the net, casting it over Barbara’s pinned-down legs, jumped behind her and rolled the muffling avalanches off her buried body and onto the mesh.
“Gods, David! You could’ve told me before,” she scolded him, struggling for air with a beet red face.
“Sorry, dear, I thought they’d roll a bit more sideways. Here, hold these two corners now, I’ll try to pull the net together.” He stroked the pale expanse of silky skin. “Now that’s a catch if I ever saw one.”
Barbara sighed and managed a wry grin. “Ain’t a proper catch until you’ve dragged it to the shore.”
“Unnngh,” moaned Barbara. David lay face down before her, pushing and wiggling himself feet-first beneath the net that compressed her mountainous breasts into a tightly-wrapped package.
“Y—you sure you’ll be able to get up on hands and knees? Mm—nnngh! The gods, all your kneading and quivering, I — I can barely hold on, I’m about to — to faint from all that lust,” she stammered.
“Heavens, Barbara, keep it together! If you stumble, you’ll break my back! Nnnnaaaah!” One by one, David pushed his elbows up into the jelly bag around his body, struggling to get his hand down on the floor. He arched his back and fought the weight of dozens of stone of enchanted breast until he managed to angle his legs and bring his knees in position.
“G—gods! B—Barbara, on the — uugh! — on the count of three! One — two — three!”
He stooped under the mountain of warm white flesh on his back, its flowing shape packed tightly into the straining net. The skin of Barbara’s breasts bulged through every mesh, and David’s head was red with effort. Barbara didn’t fare much better. Her fingers were cramped into hooks. The net’s thin fibers cut into the skin of her fingers as she pulled with all her strength, ignoring her arms’ and lower back’s muscles and vertebral discs screaming desperately. The four-legged creature of man and woman and mostly breasts swayed and staggered through the kitchen, squeezing its round, malleable boob-body through the door frames.
“Goodness, these fibers almost sliced up your breasts,” groaned David, wiping the sweat from his brow while he caressed Barbara’s colossal cans and rubbed the reddened traces of the net on his wife’s taut, straining skin. The wheelbarrow creaked and groaned quietly, though its noises were muffled by the huge pile of tit flesh bulging over its sides.
David tied the rope girdle around his ragged tunic, then gently put a blanket around Barbara’s shoulders. “There now, dear. That’ll keep you warm. I’m sorry but we can’t untie the net until you’re safely down there lest your breast plop down left and right.
“Barbara?” he added as her silence dragged unusually long.
“D—David,” she groaned, pinching her eyes and clutching the handles of the wheelbarrow so hard her knuckles shone through her skin. “The — noise, their howling — it’s back, but it’s different now, it’s tearing my head apart!”
“I can’t hear, dear. Not yet anyway, but — no, wait —” He frowned and gazed out onto the ocean beneath the cliffs. The waves rolled in, but nothing else moved down there.
“So loud,” moaned Barbara. And then the sound hit David, like a hammer to the temples. He shuddered and slapped his hand against his right ear, and then he stumbled to his knees as his right leg gave in. “Why — do they do that —,” he moaned through gnashed teeth.
A blue veil of light erupted from Barbara’s cleavage. Her body surged forward, and she arched her spine.
“The pendant — my tits — quivering — about to grow again! Unnngh!” She panted faster. “It’s — guuuuh—!” Her nipples twitched to erection. Barbara sensed every single gland as it began to tremble. The lobules bloated and fattened, and one by one, their shape bubbled into two glands where before there was only one. Barbara’s skin strained around the multiplying volume. Not only was the army of her milk glands adding massive reinforcements to its ranks, the protective layers of fat around them put in overtime to keep their valuable treasures safe and padded as well. Gallons of nurturing milk, trapped in Barbara’s swelling boobs, were finally put to use, fueling her wave of growth. Her breasts firmed up; two giant loafs of leavened dough slowly rising on the hay-cushioned, creaking wheelbarrow. Barbara just stood with her eyes closed and her legs slightly apart, while thick drops of lubricating juices kept seeping from her red, plumped labia.
“They’re commanding the pendant! Stuffing me! Gods, Dave, they won’t stop singing! They just won’t!” She shook all over. “A—a—a—another p—p—p—p—pulse c—c—c—c—coming!”
Her breasts throbbed bigger so violently now, each bout of expansion made them slosh back and forth several times. Long runs appeared all over the net, crisscrossing as the meshes widened yet still held the rising orbs together.
Barbara screamed as the growing mountains swelled over the wheelbarrow’s crossbar and started to roll forward, dragging her up off her toe tips. Dave barely managed to stop them, leaning heavily into the wall of flesh that threatened to bury him, gripping the huge nipples like handles.
“I’ve got you! I’ve got you!”
“N—n—n—no! M—m—m—m—milk!”
Her spasms stopped suddenly. She struggled for air, instinctively knowing this was just the calm before the storm. Barbara’s fingers clawed into the taut expanse of her own skin, pulling herself higher to ease the pull on her ribs. Her feet dangled futilely above the ground. The voices in the distance changed their tune again, and heat welled up inside her giant orbs. The frantic sound of drums joined the ghostly howls.
“Dave! Get away from me! This one’s going to be big! So much cream!”
“No! I’ll milk you like last time!” he groaned, his fingers searching blindly for the holes in her teats. “Just need to touch you in there, and all will be —”
“You can’t milk away a spring tide! Gods, they’re bloating so quickly, they’ll crush you! Get the hell out of the wa—aaaay!” she screamed as her breasts grew taut and her hardening nipples rose up on the ballooning areola. He felt the skin blowing up, spreading his fingers apart, pushing his hands back. Muttering a curse, he let go and jumped aside.
The wheelbarrow creaked under the immense weight. The axle finally gave in and snapped, the crossbar cracked away and the wheelbarrow turned into a launching ramp. The way down to the beach was free now. Barbara’s breasts rolled forward and lifted her from her feet.
Trapped in the last remaining fibers of the net like a pair of two man-sized beach balls glued together, Barbara’s breasts with a little Barbara in between tumbled down the last slope and out onto the flat, sandy beach. Each revolution saw her being dragged over the top of her own bosom, then slammed into the soft, warm sand, being overrun by her own breasts, then being dragged up along again. Each bump on the ground made the nipples blast another thick jet of milk around.
The last bump was the biggest of them all. She saw the boulder in her path, but there was nothing she could do to steer her weight-driven tumble. She could only hope she’d hit it with her softer parts first.
Which she did.
The net tore to shreds around her stretching boobs and the rebound of her rubbery flesh’s impact into the unyielding barricade sent her flying and somersaulting over the rock and along the beach. She tumbled sideways, and her left boob came down so forcefully on her right one that both nipples blew out all their dammed milk at once. Dave saw the white gush washing grooves into the beach. The hypnotic drums stopped. Dead silence descended over the sand. It seemed nature itself had held its breath.
Racing down the path and across the beach, David feared for his wife’s life. It very much looked like she had burst.
“Baaaarb!” he screamed, catching up with her limp figure hanging from the slightly deflated orbs.
“I’m — aaaalright. J-j-just d-d-dizzy…,” she mumbled. Her eyes tried in vain to hold his worried gaze, but they rolled away time and again.
To be concluded in Part 7: No Other Way
Mermaids! What more can I say? I don’t know if that was your main motivation to keep on dragging yourself through these piles of words, but at long last they’re about to arrive, and boy/girl, are you going to get a load of slithering sirens in the next chapter!
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