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 7 — No Other Way
by
Paul Gerard (a pen name)
First Draft started 2008-06-17
This version 2012-10-16
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 …
Barbara wakes to the sensation of new milk and impending growth in her gargantuan rack, and her last vision left her with the ability to hear the call of the sirens in the bay and a vague understanding of what has befallen her. With no choice but to give in, David reluctantly fetches the medallion. The couple learns that while its powers do grant resilience to the skin of Barbara’s breasts, it doesn’t offer enough strength to get her moving again. It’s up to the couple to find a way to bring Barbara and her ever-swelling endowments down to the beach. Wheelbarrows collapse and nets tear as the growth of the young woman’s breasts gets out of hand and sends her reeling along the steep path down the cliffs …
Part 7: No Other Way
Obscure inspirational music reference:
“…but the arms of the ocean deliver me / Though the pressure's hard to take / it's the only way I can escape / it seems a heavy choice to make…” — Florence And The Machine, Never Let Me Go
Chapter 21: Beached
The moonlit night colored the crescent-shaped stretch of soft sand beneath the steep cliffs in hues of blue. Pale and full, the solitary companion of planet Altaerna slowly set towards the western horizon.
A handful of boulders dotted the beach near the cliffs and towards the wet sand where the waves licked gently along the shore. One of them stuck out. Its surface was smooth, rounded and almost white, in stark contrast to the dark colors of the jagged rocks around it. A woman lay prostrate and spread-eagled on the plinth that rose about a yard from the sand and had about two yards in diameter, and a man in a ragged tunic knelt by her side and held her hands.
“Feeling better now, Barbara?” he whispered and ran one hand across the round pedestal. Its surface yielded the faintest amount to his caress, for the flattened boulder under David’s beloved wife was not hard rock. Barbara rested on her own, mind-blowingly engorged mammaries, hopelessly tied to the enchanted gallons of slowly throbbing flesh whose weight had sent her tumbling and crashing down the path that led from the couple’s poor hut atop the cliff to the beach below.
“Still aching,” groaned Barbara. “I think I’m still swelling bigger, it hasn’t stopped. Uhhh! Nipples — getting harder, can feel them digging into the sand. Gods, David, it’s just going on and on and on. I’ll never be able to walk again, heavy and bloated as I am now.” Her eyes focused on the water’s edge, and she gulped. “Here they come.”
Dark shadows moved in from the open sea, their undulating shapes darting along just beneath the surface. Like arrows, their triangular wakes all pointed to the spot where Barbara lay beached, panting from exhaustion and the numb after-pain of her violent impact.
The shallow waters gradually revealed the mermaids’ writhing bodies. The tiny scales of their long fishtails reflected the moonlight. Some were a uniform shade of silver, others had bright and colorful patterns and streaks. The approaching line parted in the middle, and a solitary shape of brightly sparkling silver took the helm. It broke the surface in a shower of glittering droplets. The tall, curvy female figure rose high on her whipping fish tail, turned her head and sent her platinum-white mane flying in a wide arc, spraying a veil of water. For a moment, Barbara forgot all of her pains and worries and just stared.
The moonlight unveiled every nook and cranny of the pale-skinned, curvy woman soaring high over the surf; it highlighted the gradual change from the slime-glossy muscular fish tail with its surface of metallic scales into the semblance of knees and a pair of fused thighs, widening towards the human-like wet skin barely able to contain her fertile, all-too-alluring womanly hips. Between her hips, a seashell held by thin chains over the fold at her plump mound of venus failed its purpose. As the palm-sized plate followed inertia, it gave way for a brief flash of a pair of impressively long, hairless, well-padded outer labia. Impressively long was also her curling and coiling tail that tapered out five yards from her hips until it spread out into a yard-wide fin of almost clear skin, fortified by elastic fishbones. The fin’s tips ended in long strands that floated in her motions’ wake.
Above the waist, her human body was Menena’s mirror image. Almost mirror image, Barbara recognized. This mermaid was beyond full in the chest, yet not an inch of sag affected her pair of pumped up pumpkins, round and proud and each bigger than the creature’s head. The areola in the orbs’ centers were palm-sized mounds of their own, crowned by nipples like strawberries. Golden chains jingled around the firm spheres, decorating their shape yet hiding nothing. Barbara’s eyes jumped higher to the friendly smiling face under the delicate silver tiara indicating that she was of higher rank than her entourage. A little wear and wrinkles in the corners of the eyes and full lips said mother, and all the rest of her well-padded curves moaned loudly ooh mama!
“Hail to the Feeder!” proclaimed the mermaid queen with husky, slightly gargling voice as she slowly descended into the water again, her arms out in greeting towards Barbara, who blinked and immediately felt the ungodly weight of her whale rack again.
“Hail to the Feeder,” the congregation whispered, their voices filled with hushed adoration.
After a moment’s pause, the queen advanced slowly into the shallow shore. Her face with pronounced cheekbones and the slightly wide nose took on a puzzled expression, and she raised her shoulders and angled her arms questioningly.
“Errr — forgive us for asking, your Feedness, but why aren’t you in the water yet?”
She squinted, struggling with her sea-born sight dealing badly with the air. Then her eyes grew big, her tail flapped distractedly and got stuck on the sand, she lost her regal posture and splashed undignifiedly face down into the shallow water, bouncing on her plenteous mammaries. Steadying herself and raising her head, she brushed her tangled hair from her eyes and gasped, “— All the Gods and giant clams! You’re massive!”
“You!” exclaimed Barbara, staring at the mermaid queen’s round face. “It’s you! You spoke to me in my dreams! So you made me into this!”
“Did not,” the voluptuous apparition protested indignantly, propping herself up higher from her elbows and sitting back onto a coil of her own tail. Her flattened pillows turned into bouncing dangling bells as she quickly brushed away the sand that clung to her wet skin.
“I heard your voice! You called to me! Only you looked all silver and shiny, but don’t you deny it! You did this!” Barbara insisted, gesticulating at herself.
“If I may, my queen?” the lithe young mermaid surfacing and sidling up to the distinguished fish woman’s side interjected meekly. Thin rivulets fell from her chin and her button nose on her firm breasts as she kept her eyes down and ran her webbed fingers through her soaked, short, emerald-green hair, flattening it against her head. As she rose higher, the water revealed slightly flared hips and juicy buttocks.
The queen spun around on her tail and put her hands to her hips, her motions all that of an angry attacking snake. Her target jerked back in surprise and fear.
“Yes, you may, Anosthea,” hissed the buxom leader, slowly propelling herself higher as the water around her whipping tail foamed up. Her finger pointed first at Barbara, then shot straight at the new arrival’s chest that seemed flat against the abundance proudly presented by the rest of the mermaids. “I never ssssssaw her before!” sibilated the towering woman. “So why does she claim I talked to her? Why is she so big? The new feeder’s supposed to be more like,” her hands cupped and juggled two invisible watermelons, “— and not like,” she raised her eyebrows and nodded sideways towards the pale orbs dwarfing Barbara’s splayed body, “— that. Care to explain thisss, witch?”
The queen’s icy glare made the fish girl squirm like a worm on a hook. Her eyes darted anywhere but to the queen’s frowning face, and her faintly tiger-striped tail coiled up like a wounded eel.
“I — I —,” she stuttered as she slowly paddled backwards, fidgeting with her fingers before her chest, until she let her hands fall to her side. Her shoulders sagged and she hung her head. “I can’t. Sorry. It’s wrong. It’s all wrong. It should’ve never — it’s the pendant, is my guess. I mean, why she recognizes you. Sometimes magic — especially the complicated kind — it may be a bit alive. Just a tiny bit. Maybe it learned — it might be just some — some reflection of you that got stuck inside while it’s been in the throne room. Maybe. Or it took you as a template. Orunatia never taught me the finer things about all that Holy Feeder’s succession stuff.”
She clenched her fists and, desperation in her oval face with the almond eyes, raised her head to her queen towering over her.
“I’m just the apprentice, for crying out loud! It’s not my fault Oru went and got herself killed diving into the black abyss before she could tell me! All she told me was that she’d found that water-crazy girl and how she was the Chosen One, so I just stuffed that one big fish with the jewel and threw it aboard her companion’s boat when he wasn’t looking, and she found the pendant, and she ate all the food we sent her, and we did the singing and the drumming and all the rituals, so it should’ve been just fine!”
“Oh yes, the singing! Oh, that was beautiful!” One of the guardians inhaled deeply. Her chest bulged, and she extended her arms.
All of a sudden, Barbara’s head was about to explode. The pain felt like an arrow through her temples, and she tried to plug her ears to the infernal screeching. Deep in her chest, the glands and muscles began to quiver again.
“Will you keep your gills shut!” hissed Anosthea over her shoulder, shutting up the blushing guardian.
“Oh the gods,” moaned Barbara, slowly collecting herself after the mind-numbing aural assault. “So that was what made my skull almost burst for all those weeks, and it’s so much worse up close!”
“Hey now, our voices are glorious,” the singer protested quietly.
“Er, yes, well, let’s admit we’re better underwater,” sighed Anosthea. “Like I said, we did the singing, and we fed her. I saw her before, swimming along over our heads, she was nothing but a slim snake! She needed all the food we could send her! I don’t know what she did to become a beached whale. I’m just saying, about the only way for,” she gesticulated towards Barbara, “that to happen would be if someone stuffed herself from the Chosen’s food and listened to the sirens’ song but didn’t wear —”
Anosthea stopped mid-sentence and raised her hands halfway to her mouth. The mermaid’s head slowly turned to the breathtaking pair of breasts with a dab of Barbara on top. Her eyes grew big with bewilderment.
“You did not by any chance take the pendant off, did you?” she asked incredulously.
“Did not take it off? I hardly ever wore that evil thing!” Barbara yelled back.
“What?” Anosthea threw her arms at the helpless naked woman. “Hardly ever — and, and evil? — the what now? It’s a beautiful pendant! It’s totally smooth, with the best chain I could pilfer from the wrecks, and it’s got the blue stones of strength, and the silver that never ages, and it even has a feel-good hex on it! And that awfully complicated calming one that kept you from going bonkers over your changes! And the avatar to console you and the feeder hex that kept you from gnawing the meat from your husband’s bones! The days I spent, trying to get that bugger right, what with all that magical junk squeezed into it! Why would anyone ever take it off? Goodness and all the storms of the sea! Growing these two whales without the pendant, you’re lucky that your mind hasn’t settled from your head into your udders! What is it that’s wrong with you dirtwalkers? Should I have picked a smelly lump of rotten umbra to hang around your neck? Would that’ve worked better? I — ah — guh! — Aaaugh!” Her exclamations ended in unarticulated gasps and angry shrieks, and she circled on the spot and ruffled her short wet hair in desperation until the bristles made her head look like a very big and very green sea urchin.
“I — I’m sorry! How could I have know —,” Barbara started, then her voice turned into a single wail, “Ineverwantedanyofthis! Whydidyoudothistome —”
“Whu—?” Anosthea stopped her circling, crossed her arms before her chest and turned her back on Barbara, talking over her shrugging shoulder with her nose high in the air. “Hey now, it wasn’t me who showed up day after day, no matter if it was sun or rain or summer or winter, paddling above our heads all naked and frolicking about like you’re ocean-born. It really wasn’t much of a surprise that Orunatia pointed at you and said, ‘she’s just the right one, looks like she’d love to stay in the water forever anyway.’ There. I just do what I’m told. Happy now?”
“That’s it?” gasped Barbara, wiping her tears away with her lower arm. “You’ve ruined my love, my life, my everything, just because I liked to go for a swim?!”
“Oh really?” Anosthea huffed out. “You listen now, you ungra—mmmmfft!?”
“Water of the gods!” The queen held her apprentice witch by the shoulders, shook her head in histrionic despair and took her muffling hand off Anosthea’s mouth again before she turned to Barbara. She quickly adjusted the thin ring of her tiara that struggled to maintain the center part of her mane, then held up her splayed fingers. “Now let us all calm down for a moment. No need to debate this tonight, it’s moot anyway now that you’re like — errr, like this.”
Her voice turned into the sweetest honey. “Come to me, my dear,” she breathed with her fingers beckoning. “Come to us, quickly, you are far beyond your time. Let the hands of the water carry you, there’s no one too big for their gentle touch!”
Barbara struggled towards the waterline, floundering and clawing at the wet sand. The weight of her chest held her in place. All across her ribs, the skin of her breasts strained; she even tilted forward a bit, but the massive orbs of glands and milk budged not an inch and pulled her back in place the very moment she stopped pushing.
“I — I can’t —,” she sobbed. “Can’t lift them, can’t shift them. Too heavy. Can’t you give me a hand? Anyone?”
Anosthea scratched her chin. “It’s dry land! I could crawl there, but —”
The mermaid queen slapped the young witch over the back of her head. “Crawl? Anosthea! Really! What’s with the stalling? I don’t care if it’s awkward for you in front of us, you go get yourself a pair of legs again and roll her into the sea!”
“Ouch! M—my queen, I had but two of the vials left over from Orunatia’s stashes, they’re empty now, I can’t change any more! Maybe if —” Anosthea snatched a trident from the guardian mermaid by her side and held it out to Barbara. The girl’s desperately groping fingers missed it by more than a dozen yards. She slumped down on her wobbling pillows and sighed.
“That’s your best idea?! What kind of a plan is that? Do you want me to wait for the tide now?”
“Sorry!” Anosthea squinted again. “Sort of hard to make out distances, what with all that air. Oh. Missed by a mile. Oh my. That means you’re even bigger?! Gods, how are we — anyone got a length of rope? Anyone?”
“Oh great. I’ve been bewitched by the mermaid village idiots,” sighed Barbara and let her face fall into her enormous cleavage.
She gasped and reared her head. The all-too-familiar trembling and gurgling in her chest had started anew. Shivers ran in waves across her skin.
“You better hurry! I think my girls skipped the milk part and are about to swell again!”
Anosthea moved her jaw mutely a few times, her eyes darting as she pondered. Her hand flew up and covered her mouth.
“Oh — oh, that’s not good,” she whispered, then she continued louder, “That’s not good at all! That’s too soon! Too big! All that weight stacking up on top, it’ll make your breasts’ lower parts burst open — ewwww! We need you floating in the water! Right now!” She spun around and dashed up and down the line of mermaids. “Hasn’t anyone thought about bringing anything but all this ceremonial crap?”
“You’re telling me I’ll — my tits will tear open if I don’t get into the water soon?” Barbara struggled harder. “But — I can’t! I’m just not strong enough — ”
Barbara tried to look over her shoulder. “Maybe — David, please, roll me into the sea — Dave?”
He stood slack-jawed, rooted to the spot like he had been frozen from the moment the mermaids had surfaced, his eyes staring blankly, his arms dangling from hanging shoulders.
“Oh dear,” mumbled the queen, fingers raised to her lips. “The curse of the mermaids. I fear we broke him. All the blood went into his trousers, his mind’s numb.”
“David! David, snap out of it, you’ve got to roll me into the water!”
Barbara’s husband stood in the dawn’s twilight, lips curved into a dreamy smile, his body swaying gently.
“Please, David, you must — David! The hells of Herato, David! Listen!” Barbara’s voice toppled, a little spit dangling down her lower lip. She tore her hair in desperation. “David, why won’t you — please, David — Dai—hai—hai—viiiid —” Her breaking voice descended into sobs.
“It’s not his fault. He can’t hear you, y’know?” Anosthea called out to her as calmly as she could.
“Why did you do that to him? I need my husband’s help! Release him from your enchantment, this instant!” begged Barbara.
“You don’t understand,” the queen declared haughtily. “This enchantment, it’s not ours to weave or unweave. It’s our fiery moans —”
“Pheromones,” coughed Anosthea under her breath.
“— Yes, as I said, the fear o’ mo— of … of something or other,” the queen repeated, glancing angrily at her witch. “It is —”
“— our smell,” Anosthea piped up again. “Something in our smell. Makes sailors go bonkers with a raging hard-on.” Her eyes glazed over a bit as she continued, “Makes for awesome screws, too. Gods, what screws! Hours on end!” She stifled her giggling, gulped and put her splayed fingers on the onset of her cleavage. “Uh, r—right. Err, most of the time, they turn back to normal afterwards. Mind you, they invariably end up hooked, diving after us until they drown.” The young witch scratched her pointy chin. “Bit embarrassing, honestly. Never learned what’s with that.” She shrugged. “Anyway, it doesn’t do a thing to dirtwalker women, so you do not need to be afraid.”
“Yessss, thhhhank you for that edifying speech, dear,” sibilated the queen. “Very helpful to know why he’s of no use. And just how do we get our precious Feeder into the water now?”
Barbara felt her bosom quiver, then her fist-sized nipples, buried under the heavy globes, scraped painfully through the rough sand. Her sensitive skin reported every single grain that was shifted towards the elevated rim of the bowl that her growing mammaries created as their expansion from the center of Barbara’s cleavage slowly dug them deeper into the beach. She struggled, pushing her feet into the sand, but the perfect fit of the hollow against her yard-high breasts held her trapped more snugly than the best hand-fitted bustier ever could.
“David! Still growing! I’m stuck! My skin’s getting tight! Queen! Witch! Do something, I can’t hold on much longer!”
“Err — y—you know, you could call him to you,” Anosthea yelled in a flash of inspiration. “You’ve got a bit of a mermaid in you now, so you could do the sing-song voice thing, then he could, heh, do you really good, then he’d be right in his mind again.” She blushed and lowered her hands after realizing what kind of gesture she’d just performed with her lower arm and her fist. Anosthea embarrassedly ran her right hand up and down her left arm while she added, quieter and more to herself, “Until the whole drowning thing, that is.”
Barbara’s eyes narrowed. “I heard you well the first time, you green-haired witch! Do you really think I’ll damn my husband to drowning just to save myself?”
“I’m sorry! It’s not like he’ll listen to our voices now that he’s had yours in his head for weeks,” Anosthea replied before she recoiled from Barbara’s angry gaze. “What now? You haven’t noticed that either? — Why are you l—looking at me like that?” Avoiding Barbara’s flaming stare, the mermaid gulped and muttered under her breath, “Corals of the Abyss, am I ever so glad you’re not exactly mobile right now.”
Anosthea tapped her fingertips together while she mumbled a bit louder, “Uh, well, your Feedness, we could — maybe — but he’d need to be really close, and even then — well, he’d certainly not die from drowning, y’know, if it’s any consola—”
Slap.
“Ouch! Hey! My queen, now this is uncalled for,” Anosthea complained, rubbing the back of her head.
The queen leaned in on her. “You can’t consider suggesting that,” she whispered, teeth bared. “He’s a — a he! He couldn’t begin to survive it.”
“She can’t begin to survive the next hour, not on dry land,” Anosthea replied meekly, whispering back as she put her head near the queen’s. “It’s the only shot we have; I don’t see what else —”
“Oi! You two!” yelled Barbara, putting her hands to her hips. Her defiant akimbo stance would’ve looked much more impressive if she weren’t still laying face down on her own breasts. “So I am this feeder thing, right? I am holy to you, right? Right?! So you’ll tell me what you’re whispering about, out loud and right now!”
“Your Feedness —”
Barbara’s forefinger pointed at the queen. “You shut it, your Highness!”
The queen’s eyes bugged. Her mouth opened into a carp-like gape, but not a word came out as she stared in surprise, her mind stuck in the ‘she didn’t just’ phase.
I just told the queen of mermaids off, Barbara realized, too. Oh the gods, what — hey now! What the blazes do I have to lose? Her forehead curled. Barbara swung her arm around and aimed her finger at the surprised Anosthea. The young mermaid gazed left and right, then she pointed with both hands at herself and raised her eyebrows as her mouth formed a gaping O that rivaled the ongoing blank gaze of the queen.
“Yes, you!” nodded Barbara. “You look too puzzled to lie and too flat to not be smart! So tell me what’s with the calling and the drowning and that maybe we could thing! Come closer!”
“— And that’s that,” Anosthea ended her description and turned her head away from Barbara’s pained face. The mermaid lay beached only a couple of feet from Barbara’s bulging bosoms. The sand around her was covered in her hands’ prints and the groves dug by her tail where she’d arduously dragged herself out towards the bloated girl by bobbing backwards, lifting herself up from sitting on the sand, then swinging her sizable buttocks through the gate of her arms, foot by troublesome foot. The intricate pattern of the tiny scales of her slick tail was all but covered in grains. She raised her eyebrows. “Sorry, there’s no other way. Please, can I wiggle back into the water now? My fish skin is already itching from all this dry sand!” Her face fell, and she looked back over her shoulder at Barbara. “And — do you really think I’m flat?” Anosthea cupped her firm apples and gently pinched her tiny nipples between fore and middle finger. “I mean, I know it’s not as much as the others have, but they’re really sensitive, y’know?”
Barbara lowered her head and stared at the sand in front of her. “Flat is better than this here now,” she sighed. “I didn’t mean to be mean to you. I’d be happy to have a nice chest like yours, right now.”
“The Feeder likes my breasts!” beamed Anosthea. “Oh my, your Feedness — I’m — oouueee!” she squeaked, slapping her hands before her mouth. Her tail started coiling frantically and she bobbed towards the surf on her hands and butt, leaving a chain of ass prints on the beach. She paused and pointed at Barbara. “I — I’ve got an idea, maybe it’ll help! But go ahead with the plan anyway, better safe than sorry!”
Splooosh.
Her sleek body disappeared under the waves.
“Day—vey,” Barbara fluted gently. A shudder went through his whole posture. “Davey-darling, come to me.”
His left leg moved forward.
“Come and mount your mare,” she whistled.
He shambled on, his eyes empty, head canted to the right, his arms swinging devoid of strength.
“Dun—da—deee—da—dun—dun—doo,” Barbara improvised desperately. Her husband’s walk became steadier.
“Come, my love, come and take me,” she sang throatily as the and-I-mean-it vibes grew stronger in her chest. Dave jerked awake. He groaned as his swelling dick struggled against the confines of his garments.
“Barbara,” he moaned. “Oh Barbara, I can’t bear this much longer!”
“You’re telling me! So come and ride me! Come, I’m wide and waiting!” She spread her legs and pulled up her knees until she kneeled in a perfect split, her legs resting high on the warm, bloated pillows of her breasts. Her moisture seeped down her already engorged labia and dripped into the yard-high crevice of her cleavage. She heard the drop of David’s belt as it hit the sand.
“Are those — mermaids?” he gasped.
“Never mind them now! It’s all a curse, and the only way to free us both is for you to fuck me like never before!” she yelled, digging her fingers into the pillows of her own breasts to pull herself forward. She lifted her buttocks higher while eagerly waiting for the delicious dilating of her slobbering pussy at the hand of the red swollen peach of David’s glans.
“Mermaids, Barbara,” he insisted nervously from the corner of his mouth but kept on moving towards his wife like drawn by strings.
“Dun—dun, dun—dun, dun—dun,” Barbara intoned, panting heavily. David moaned and tore at his tunic as he felt his rod stretching and hardening. He needed both hands to free it from the prison of his clothes until his swollen cock finally sprung free, sixteen inches curving slightly upwards, veins pulsing visibly to his racing heartbeat. The precum had soaked the linen of his rough undergarments and now gave him a slightly chilly sensation as it glistened all over the head that already had shed the foreskin.
“Will you look at that,” a mermaid whispered in awe, staring beyond Barbara and licking her lips. “Now that,” she continued, her voice a hushed gargle, “that is a man I could go landside for. Oh the gods, look at the size! I’m — I’m running out!”
Barbara felt red-hot jealousy welling in her stomach, then the silky tip of Dave’s engorged pole entered her. As the long hollow muscle of her mermaid womb distended around his invading flesh, the silly notion of anger dissolved in her juices boiling over.
“Mmmmh—!” another mermaid gasped. “Oh he could come and spear me any time!” Her fingers sneaked behind the plate shielding her crotch from sight. She jerked when her neighbor’s hands felt up her luscious rear.
“I know,” another one replied. “I’m so wet and slimy for him now; even my tail feels like dry skin! Oh I would live in a desert in a barrel for him, just to — oh the gods, he’s sliding in, all the way in, on the first stroke! Look at that! So long! So thick! Can you can feel it, too — oooh!”
“Yes, he’s in her, so deep!” a third one joined in. Her agile tail wrapped around the two bodies, and she squeezed them close. Fingers brushed over her bare hips, and her arms drew the three narrow waists together. “I can’t stand to just watch!”
The shallow waters gushed up as their entwined shapes collapsed. Silvery tails sparkled in the morning light, and more of the slinky bodies homed in on the three writhing shapes.
The mermaids were but a moaning heap of curled-up bodies, of slick muscular tails snaking around naked hips, of faces buried in crotches and hands clutching bulging buttocks, of naked skin coated with copious lube and twitching trunks squeezing and sliding between ample breasts. Half-closed eyes gazed empty into the dawn sky or fixated longingly the man and his wobbling, bulging wife before him as he rode her from behind, driving in and out of her to an accelerating beat.
“Look at her! Look at him! Look at the power her milk gave to him!” moaned one before another’s finger snaked into the corner of her mouth. She pouted her lips and sucked on it while her tongue coiled around the digit and lubed it up.
“Just think — mmmghh! — Think what her milk will make of us!” panted a raven-haired, green-skinned mermaid, clutching to her midriff a blond head that only replied, “Mmmffff!” while webbed hands with claw-like fingertips clutched her ass harder and cut with just the right amount of pain into her skin.
“Yes, oh yes, ride her!” The queen’s voice echoed over the beach. “Ride her deep with your whale cock and bloat her like a jellyfish! Deee—eeep!” Her voice toppled. She arched her back, her hands alternating between kneading her reddened mammaries and clutching the oblong bulge on her belly where one of her guards’ arms stretched her robust skin from the inside. As David grabbed his wife’s hips and clung to her, implanting his seed all the way into Barbara’s flexing, milking cave, the mermaid queen hung trembling and gasping, impaled on her own pillar of lust, never taking her eyes off the couple on the beach.
“Oh Barbara,” moaned Dave, still halfway burrowed in the milking grip of her dripping vagina. His hands caressed her back and shoulders. “Barbara, I’ll never leave you, I’ll swim to the ends of the world and down the deepest seas after you, I’ll — aaagghh!”
He broke to his knees and grasped at the finger-long thorn that stuck high in his shoulder.
“Gods, B—Barbara, what did you do that for, I — I —,” he stuttered.
“It’s the only way!” wailed his wife. “Oh Dave, I can’t let you drown! You mustn’t come after me!”
He shook his head mutely. Dave’s mouth stood wide open, and his eyes were bereft of understanding.
“It’ll heal! Dave, there’s a potion in the thorn, it’ll cure you from following me, and the wound will heal!”
“B — burning,” he stammered as his face grew pale, then he keeled over backwards.
Barbara gnashed her teeth and pinched her eyes tightly. “And if it kills you instead, I’ll stay and burst by your side,” she whispered, tears of milk streaming over her face.
Shluurgh.
“Unnngh,” moaned the mermaid queen. She caressed the cheek of her exhausted playmate. “Thank you, dear. Your queen approves of your services.” Swaying slightly, she straightened her body and rose, overlooking the beach. “Yes, that really took the tension out of it,” the queen smacked delightedly, rearranging the flimsy decoration over her nethers. “And look, your Feedness!” She pointed past Barbara to where David slowly moved again. He raised his left hand and covered his forehead.
“Oh the gods, my head — and shoulder —,” he moaned. His hand trembled as he took a two-fingered hold of the black needle in his flesh and slowly pulled it out.
“See? He’s fine! Here, catch!” echoed Anosthea’s voice across the beach. A green, slim, slippery tentacle whipped across Barbara’s back and slipped down along the semi-circle of her swollen, yard-high breasts. She screamed and jerked in revulsion and surprise.
“Oh what now?” shrugged the young witch, rising on her tail at the edge of the surf and holding the other end of the green rope in her hands. “It’s just seaweed! Long and thick and strong like you obviously like it,” she added. “So just grab it, and we’ll pull you into the water!”
“Ready!” Barbara’s fingers closed around the rope, and she wound it around her wrists. The strand tightened and rose from the sand. Out in the surf, the water foamed and boiled around the whipping tails of the cluster of mermaids.
“Pull, you knot of oozing eels!” Anosthea’s voice echoed back from the cliffs. “You’ve had your fun, now work!”
“Gaaaah!” groaned Barbara as her arms threatened to be ripped from their sockets. She canted forward. Her breasts rolled along, flattening the rim of sand until they reached a new equilibrium. Barbara’s head was inches from the beach.
“Not — enough,” she moaned. “Maybe —”
“So you must get into the water,” stated a slightly shaken voice behind her. Two warm hands grabbed Barbara’s buttocks and pushed. She rolled about a few inches more. David groaned and panted, leaning heavily into his wife’s breasts while clutching her round, yielding ass cheeks with his strong fingers.
“Together now!” he moaned. The green rope, leaves still dangling down like wet dresses from a clothesline, sang and groaned as it stretched slowly.
Bang!
The mermaids disappeared underwater in a tangled heap as the seaweed tore in two. The other half slapped into Barbara’s face, wet and covered in sand. She spat out and flailed her arms helplessly as she rolled back, her motion only ever so slightly slowed as David tried his best to hold her canted forward. In the end, he had to step back to save his feet and legs from ending up trapped under Barbara’s pair of flesh orbs.
Barbara sagged down and sighed. “If only I were a bit stronger—”
She reared. “Stronger!”
Where is your pendant, Barbara?
Her hands patted over the blank skin beneath her neck.
“The pendant! It’s gone! I lost it! Somewhere along the tumble, I lost it! David, stop groping my ass! Find the pendant!”
“Find the pendant, find the pendant! If only that accursed thing never had shown up on our doorstep,” David muttered, brushing his fingers through the disturbed sand while he crawled on hands and knees along the markings of Barbara’s tumble.
The thin chain glittered near the edge of a deep puddle of milk. His fingertips traced the smooth thread until he ran against cold metal. He wiped the sticky, milk-soaked sand from the silvery badge and staggered over to his wife.
“Finally! Hurry, give it to me, give it —,” she pleaded.
He held it out to her on his palm, his head hanging.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “It must’ve struck that last boulder.”
The metal disc was bent out of shape. Deep scratches marred the jewel, and more than half of the tiny blue stones were gone from their sockets. The big blue stone in the center flickered only dully. Even the silver shine was rusted. Black veins of corrosion spread from the tears and dents in the outer rim, their breadth growing right under Barbara’s eyes.
“Thank you, David,” she whispered. “It’s not your fault. Give it to me —”
“Wait, wait!” Anosthea called out from the water’s edge, struggling to get out of the pile of entangled fish women around her. “Is it unblemished? Because, if it’s not, you better —” The mermaid squinted. As the world grew darker before her eyes, the glow of magic became more pronounced. Ethereal light dripped like glowing blood from the single bright dot that was the medallion.
“Don’t take it!” she squealed.
“Don’t take it, heavens and all the waters of the five oceans!” hollered Anosthea, desperately clawing at the sand in the surf, propelling her body higher onto the dry ground. Here her motions, while graceful in her natural element, were but the thrashing of a beheaded snake. “Your Feedness, it’s broken — it’s weak, it’s bleeding, maybe it’s angry, I don’t know — oh please no!”
David hesitated and was just about to pull his hand back from Barbara’s fingers. “Dear, maybe we should listen —”
Barbara kicked against the sand and launched herself forward, and before her overstretched skin dragged her back onto her bloated pillows, her fingers clamped around the contorted piece of jewelry and snatched it from Dave’s hand.
“I listened to her song before, and look at me now!” she hissed while her wobbling rest slowly calmed down again. “Besides, it’s not her last chance, it’s mine. Can they get me to the waterline? Can you?”
He shook his head slowly.
“I don’t blame you, David,” she said softly. “Know this, no matter what happens now.”
She raised the warped pendant to her lips.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please, just one last time. Just once more, silver woman. Make —”
The pale, transparent white ghost of a kneeling woman wavered in front of her. The apparition raised its head, and just for the briefest moment Barbara recognized a pained yet friendly smile. Trembling, ethereal fingertips brushed against the back of her hand, and the creature was gone.
Heat seared through Barbara’s arm. It spread through her body, and her skin tautened as a layer of thin muscles spread under it. Her legs twitched.
“— me —”
Her knees dug into her cleavage and spread the sweat-slippery skin apart. As Barbara’s body righted, she sank deeper into the chasm of her own flesh until she felt the sand under her soles again. Barbara kept one hand wrapped tightly around the glowing stone and put the other down on her thighs, splayed her fingers wide and pushed.
“— strong!”
Barbara stood straight. Her breasts still hung down to the ground, but her skin held. She carefully put one foot before the other in between her cleavage as she stepped forward, forcing her legs through the sensitive crevice of her mammaries. As she made her way towards the waterline step by tiny strenuous step, her orbs swiveled in place and then began dragging along behind her, digging two deep grooves into the sand. Her bouts of growth had become spasmodic, sometimes only a few seconds apart, sometimes even quicker. Each one sent ripples over the taut skin. Some were so strong, they made the spheres bob over the beach.
The waves splashed against her shins. Her mammaries slid easier now across the sand under water. She kept on walking, one step after the other, and the higher the sea rose around the sloshing orbs, the stronger their buoyancy became. Each passing wave made them lose contact with the sandy ocean floor a little longer until the surf reached Barbara’s navel and her round, heavy bags were almost completely submerged, drifting freely. She sighed with relief after the weight had disappeared. Her breasts’ diameter grew through the one-and-a-half yard mark and continued in pulses, sending out concentric waves over the surface.
Reaching out sideways with her arms, Barbara pushed against her buoys and felt the heavy masses slowly move about, struggling against the resistance of the water they needed to displace. Most of her breasts floated under the surface, only part of their upper sides showed above, like pale, soft icebergs.
Another dozen steps, and she was already chest deep into the sea. A swarm of the mermaids rose around each of her boobs; worshippers touching and caressing their idols. Their hands were slippery and warm. She fought the desire to close her eyes and just fall down into the embrace of those hands and into the delights of their expert massage. Every now and then, one of the more daring admirers grabbed one of the hard nipples and, with juicy lips and deft fingers, milked a thick spurt from the sizable ducts. They turned away with their heads painted white with milk, licking their grinning lips and wringing out their matted hair. Every time Barb feared to faint from the satisfaction she got out of the squirts. Her knees gave in, but she remained afloat, held up by her gently swaying and throbbing buoys. Her toes scraped through the sand, yet she remained at her boobs’ moorage but for a little drifting back and forth with the surf.
Chapter 22: Adrift
The queen slowly surfaced in front of Barbara, dancing high enough on her agile fishtail to glance over the white orbs and into Barbara’s face.
“You are a very plucky and lucky woman,” she remarked, poking Barbara’s left breast with her right hand while holding her left arm akimbo. “And you’re lucky that I like that!” She snapped her fingers. “Guards! Aid our Feedness to the deeper waters!”
Barbara looked back. Dave stood on the beach, all alone. His shoulders hung. He looked like he’d never move again, frozen in place, staring out at the sea after his lost love.
“No. No, please, I — I thought I could, but I just — I can’t leave him,” whispered Barbara.
The queen smiled at her as she slowly shook her head.
“Silly thing! Why would you have to? Now that he has a shot of mermaid’s blood in him and lived, there’s no harm in you seeing him.” She winked. “And, y’know, seeing-seeing him. As long as he’s not moving inland, I guess you’ll spend more time around him than before. Just don’t scare the fishes from his nets with your great whites.”
“He won’t like me with scales and a fishtail. Blowjobs get old quickly.”
The queen disappeared underwater without as much as a splash. Her dark shadow circled the young woman and her pair of oversized half-floating endowments, then she resurfaced by Barbara’s side. As her upper body rose, her breasts quaked under her chuckling. The queen leaned her curvy back against the young woman. It felt a bit cold and damp but nowhere near as slimy as Barbara had feared the mermaid’s skin to be, not even when she received a playful elbow jab. The siren pouted and drew her forefinger across her own glistening, soft lips until she sucked the digit into her mouth and pulled it out with a wet shl—pop.
“Take it from me: blowjobs never get old with the fishermen,” the queen whispered over her shoulder from the corner of her mouth. Louder she continued, “Besides, fishtail’s optional. With the size your milk bags are destined for, you’ll have to rely on your guard of honor to push them around for you, anyway. So why not keep your legs?”
“Ohyesplease,” Anosthea muttered under her tense inhale. “I don’t think I could handle legs-to-tail by myself yet.”
Barbara hung her head and raised her hands. “Wait, wait. My guard of honor?”
“Why, of course!” declared the queen, slowly circling Barbara while she raised her canted head and her arms to the dawn sky. “You’re important! You’re holy! You’re the new soul of our colony! The Mother! The Feeder! Oh what a glorious dawn awaits! No more shall hunger rule the Swarm! Our sisters shall grow big and strong and they shall multiply in plentitude! Oh do excuse my gravitas, but even with all those little,” her eyes narrowed as she shot Anosthea an annoyed glance, “difficulties, it’s still such a magnificent moment.”
The queen turned around again, now rubbing her curvaceous body and her impressive breasts against Barbara’s back. Her hands grabbed Barbara’s hips and moved gently forward across Barbara’s midriff, tracing the long sheath hidden under the young woman’s skin. “Mmmh. And what a long tube you’ve gained. So why would you give up on impaling yourself on his glorious boner anyway? Haven’t you come to enjoy all that mermaid goodness already inside you?” She winked.
Barbara blushed. “It was quite nice,” she stammered with her head held low. “So this two pussy thing, you all have these, too?”
The queen’s long tail stopped its slow swinging. “Two?” she asked incredulously. “You’ve been blessed with the Second Lips? It is a rare miracle only bestowed upon the horniest of the horny!” She circled Barbara, and her webbed fingers hesitated inches in front of the young woman’s collarbones. The queen’s fingertips trembled in the air.
“M—may I touch you to bring them out?” she whispered. “Your Feedness, may I even dare to kiss them? Oh please, I’ll make it worth your while, I’ll lick your pearls clean —”
Barbara gently grabbed the mermaid queen’s wrists. “I’m scared and I’m floating in the ocean and now I suddenly have a guard of honor and I — and David …” She sniveled. “Have mercy, your highness. My mind is swirling. Please give me time to understand all this.”
The queen swallowed hard and tore her gaze from Barbara’s bust.
“Yes, yes, of course.” She took a couple of deep breaths and fanned her face with both hands. “Still, the Second Lips. Not something we see every day.”
“Good thing, too,” muttered Anosthea behind her, “or else every single beach for miles around would smell like licked clam — gah!” She drew up her shoulders as the queen’s agile tail sneaked up on her like a tentacle and the broad tail fin suddenly splashed up to sent a gush of water over her head.
“Prrfffzzz horny old lamprey,” snorted the young apprentice witch, rubbing her face, then she remarked louder, “With respect, may I remind your Playfulness that the ring and the kiss do work best during nighttime?”
“Do not strain my patience, youngling!” hissed the queen, then she meshed her fingers and sighed, shaking her head, “Don’t you see our Feeder has just learned she won’t have to be a stranger in a strange sea, but instead she’ll be with her undying love? Oh, the joys of romance!” The queen’s face showed the rapturous smile of a woman on her way to overdosing on dime novels.
“Fine,” grumbled Anosthea, lowering her head and folding her arms, “but don’t blame me if she grows ugly gills in all the wrong places.”
“Pish-posh,” waved the queen at her girl magician. “This here is love, it conquers all obstacles.” She turned her attention back to Barbara. “Well?” the mermaid queen inquired. “You want to bring him the good news, your Feedness? He’s looking so cute and lonely, I might snatch the boy with his king-sized tool for myself if you’re no longer interested in him.” She saw the change in Barbara’s face, the brow furrowing angrily, and raised her hands in a hasty apology. “Just kidding, your Feedness! Guards! Aid her in turning around, she needs to step landside one last time.”
“Dave! Please, I’m too big already, I can’t go further,” Barbara begged. Her breasts, their diameter almost above her own size now, rested to her left and right. Their top halves rose above the waterline, and their weight held them solidly to the sandy floor. The mermaids of the guard of honor had retreated and stayed respectfully out of earshot.
He stepped into the surf on wobbly knees and stopped just out of reach of her outstretched arms.
“So, you’ll become one of them now,” Dave mumbled, staring down and avoiding Barbara’s eyes.
“Not by choice, but, yes. I — I just can’t see what else —,” she muttered and lowered her arms.
“And you won’t need me anymore. Mermaids don’t know love.” He touched the swollen bulge on his shoulder. His blood had already sealed the deep hole left by the sting.
Barbara leaned forward against the straining pain in the stretched-out roots of her bulbous, beached anchors.
“Dave!” Slap. She pointed her forefinger straight at his nose, glaring up to him. “Husband, you’re not wriggling out of this one. For better or worse, d’you remember? I’ll be right out there waiting for you, and oh you will see your wife, every day, d’you understand?”
Her slender hand cupped the back of his neck and forced his face down to hers. Quieter, she added, “And you’ll fuck your wife with every inch you have to offer, every day, promise?”
“F—fishtail—?” he replied nervously.
“No way am I getting one,” she whispered after a glance at the waiting mermaids. “Two legs, all the better to wrap around you. That long, wriggly, eel-y tail thing of theirs is creepy.”
He followed her eyes, leaned closer to her ear and licked his lips. “Maybe you could, for a few days, just once in a while? To, eh, y’know, see what it’s like?” he whispered back.
“Dave!”
One of the guards approached reverently and bowed to Barbara.
“Your Feedness? Daylight breaks, it is time.”
“Yes. Yes, I’m coming,” sighed Barbara. “You heard them, David. I don’t know what’ll happen now, and I’m a bit scared. Will you stay with me and watch, please?”
“If they let me,” he whispered and cast a wary glance at the assembly of water women.
He slowly let Barbara slip from his arms and, in turn, out of the avalanche-like embrace of her cleavage. As she stepped backwards and retreated into the deeper waters, David followed her until he stood waist-deep in the surf while he let his hands run along the smooth skin of Barbara’s giant breasts. His fingertips tickled a last goodbye over her melon-sized nipples, and then she was out of his reach.
Barbara groaned quietly as she was turned on the spot until she faced the open sea. Dozens of hands stroked around the rear sides of her breasts that floated ahead and beneath her, and two rather stout and muscular raven-haired mermaids, their faces so similar that they had to be twins, rose left and right of her from the depths and grabbed her legs. With one hand around her ankles and the splayed fingers of the other against the back of her thighs just beneath her buttocks, they hoisted Barbara halfway on her warm, soft pontoons.
The mermaid to Barbara’s right raised her head above the surface and spat a little arc of seawater from her plump pouted lips. “Your Feedness,” she whispered with the most enticing voice, “just relax now, we’re taking you home.” Her cheeky fingers squeezed Barbara’s thigh. “Mmmh, It’s true, there is something about those leg things; makes me want to try them on some time.”
She was interrupted by the commanding holler “—And push!” of the queen who floated in front of Barbara, raised her arms over her head and threw her hands forward.
Barbara gasped for air. The pressure in her chest grew as the mermaids struggled to get her humungous six foot buoys moving. Her malleable flesh flattened, trapped between the inertia of the water in front and the mermaids’ many squeezing hands in the back. Milk shot into her nipples and made them swell until the pressure drove the sweet payload out in two thick swirly jets. Slowly, Barbara’s body picked up speed, leaving behind white veils that rose to the surface and spread out into a thin layer of fat on the ocean’s rippling waves.
Her carriers did a fine job holding her body above the waterline, and Barbara rode out to sea on the bow wave of her breasts like the figurehead of a galleon.
David jerked sideways as Anosthea suddenly popped up right by his shoulder, shaking water from her hair and showering him with a rain of droplets. The slender, girlish witch-in-training eyed him with canted head while her damp fingers curiously prodded and kneaded up and down his arm.
“Hmm. Nice muscles,” rasped the green-eyed girl. “Don’t you worry, she is in capable hands, and I’ll teach you all about being Seeder to the Feeder.”
David shuddered as the first loop of her long and agile tail slipped between his legs, wrapped around his right thigh and continued to lay its coils down towards his feet. Veils of the tail fin tickled up and down his other leg. He held perfectly still while Anosthea rose higher. The illusion of her petite torso gave way to the reality of her serpentine body’s true height as she looked down on him. Her one hand’s fingers played along his jawline, and the other’s digits brushed his hair back from his ear.
He stared straight after his wife’s shrinking shape as she disappeared towards the horizon.
“Just make it quick,” David groaned through gritted teeth.
“What?” Anosthea arched her chest away from him and raised her eyebrows.
“She can’t see or hear us any longer, so stop all your teasing and acting!” His breath came fast and flat, and he clenched his fists in powerless rage. “You have what you wanted, you stole my wife, so why don’t you just go ahead and drown me or strangle me or whatever it is that your kind does!”
“What?!” The green-haired girl put her arms akimbo, the loops of her tail tightened in anger. “You ungrateful stupid … stupidhead! Why would I do that?”
Muttering and growling to herself, she dug her fingers into a fold around her waist. David cast a quick glance and gasped.
“Oh what now?” she hissed, fumbling with both her hands under her skin now.
“A — a pouch? Is there no end to your weirdness?”
“It’s just a fish skin belt I’m wearing, you dolt! Just happens to look a bit like my own tail’s scales. With hips like mine it can’t slip off and it’s a good place to keep all the medicine stuff.” She pulled out a flat flask, shook a dollop of reddish ooze on her palm and slapped it on the swollen puncture left by the sting. Her fingers spread the thick salve. “Hold still now. Sheesh, it’s as if you didn’t listen to a single word I … told … the Feeder …”
Anosthea’s speech slowed to a crawl, then she giggled and blushed. “Uh, yeah, sorry. You — aheh — right, you were a bit — distracted at that time.” Her hands took up circling the wound again, and she cleared her throat.
“So, you’re her — what d’ya call it?” She pouted like a carp and dragged the vowels, “Huuus—baaand. Huh. Strange habits, you dirtwalkers have. One man, one woman? Boooring. Well, that’s her choice anyway. Ah, we’ll teach both of you about the many ways of the mermaids.” She licked her lips. “Say, are you handy with other tools beside that loin hammer of yours? Know about smelting and smithing? I could use someone on land that doesn’t have to crawl back and wet his tail every few minutes.”
“Sorry, what?” When her curious hands went a little too close to his privates he fended her off as gently as he could; and he did it with the expression of embarrassment at being attacked by an over-eager puppy mixed with the horror of having an eldritch abomination’s claws near his groin.
“Ah, you’re right,” she giggled, “let’s talk about that later. My, look what you did there.” Anosthea smacked her lips and laid her one arm over her head, arching her flexible body and pushing out her chest to exaggerate what nature had seen fit to grant her. “Naughty boy, you got me all distracted and worked up, dangling your lure like that.” She sank back into the water. Her tail around his leg unwound and she shoved him playfully towards the small mooring. “What are you waiting for? You wouldn’t want to miss the high point of the inauguration, so run to your boat; we’ll drag you along, honorary merman.”
David hesitated for the briefest moment, then shrugged. “It’ll be safer than running into Menena again, I guess…”
Anosthea clicked her tongue and looked not quite into his eyes as she replied. “Just hold on to me, I’ll keep your — eh, you safe and sound.”
The cockleshell boat danced out towards the open sea.
“She’s beyond the reef already and we’re not gaining on her! I can barely make out their wake!” complained David, balancing with one hand around the single mast and the other at his forehead. The dawn’s light grew stronger by the minute; the sun was just below the eastern horizon.
Anosthea raised her head over the stern of the tiny boat. “Not my fault your thing here is such a clumsy piece of workmanship,” she groaned, leaning into the wood and laboriously pushing the vehicle forward with her tail’s long strokes. “That’ll teach me to volunteer! Should be watching that the queen doesn’t mess up the ceremony instead. And I still got the ring! What was I thinking?”
She made up her mind and turned to her companion, a rather well-muscled mermaid a whole head taller than Anosthea. The bulky girl’s slender, somewhat rectangular face was framed by long, dark blue hair mixed with a hint of green.
“Cha’gura, I’m taking him ahead. You’ll do alright with the boat?”
The other girl nodded. “Easily. It’ll be a great exercise,” she smiled as she rolled her broad shoulders and flexed her arms.
“Jocks,” muttered Anosthea as she pulled herself along the starboard side. She raised her head to David, laid herself flat into the water with her back towards the surface and floated higher until her buttocks cleared the waterline.
“So, feeder’s pal, you better climb on over and get your butt on my back.”
She glanced up his tunic as he lifted his leg overboard.
“Mmmh. Ugh, I’m doing this all wrong. Such a glorious thing should never feel the cold of being outside a woman’s womb,” muttered Anosthea. She closed her eyes as David’s body shifted onto the small of her back. His strong legs straddled her waist.
“Are you sure you’re up to th—iiiiiiis?!”
David placed his weight on her, and he immediately submerged his strange mount. In sudden panic, he grabbed for the boat’s side as he sank up to his chin into the cool black waters.
Anosthea brought her tail under herself and balanced their floating. Her hands grabbed his knees and pulled him into position, adjusting his seating just ahead of her protruding ass cheeks. She could feel the touch of his huge ball sack and the long, warm weight of his limp rod along her spine.
“It’s torture, is what it is,” she sighed inaudibly underwater. “Playing the sea horse is not the kind of getting ridden that I wished for.” Raising her head into the air again and for David’s ears, she said louder, “Right, now reach around and get a hold of something.”
Her webbed fingers grabbed the back of his hands and squeezed them on her warm malleable mounds. Hard nipples flattened under David’s palms. He shied away, only to find that Anosthea’s girlish body concealed a sizable amount of strength and that he couldn’t overcome her fingers’ vise. She smiled and turned her head. “Now, now. Not so timorous,” she chuckled and forced his hands into kneading motions. “Mmmh. It’s been a while for me, y’know?”
She raised an eyebrow and sighed when he made no effort at all. “Aww, you’re no fun. Alright, you prude. Grab my shoulders instead, and hold on!”
The water around her tail fin foamed up.
David had lost all sense of time and place. He just held on for dear life to that bucking, wriggling body under him, and he no longer cared if he copped an accidental feel of Anosthea’s hemispheres. One moment his arms wrapped around her midriff, the next he clutched her chest on his desperate search for a stable hold as wave upon wave showered him. The surf whipped stinging drops of water into his face. Just about every stroke of the young witch’s long tail had him slipping and struggling for a renewed hold. For the most part, Anosthea kept her torso angled upwards and treated her flat stomach like a surfboard, taking the ripples of the light swell head on; but every now and then she would suddenly lower her head, submerging herself like a dolphin and dragging him along underneath a crest or two before she launched herself into the air, erupting from the sea in a flurry of salty foam.
Anosthea’s elbow struck him very much in the same way that Barbara’s had, hours before. David finally realized that his strange mount floated peacefully in place.
“Open your eyes and keep your mouth shut, scaredy-suckerfish,” whispered the girl under him. “We’re there, and on time no less.”
He raised his head from her back and warily opened his eyes. The sun was just about to rise, and the colors of morning blazed across the sky. Around him, the waters were dotted with the heads of mermaids facing a pair of white orbs some forty yards away.
David reared and extended his arm. “Barb—mmmh—mm!”
“Sssst,” whispered Anosthea. Her webbed fingers made for a tight gag over David’s mouth, and she brought her lips to his ear. “Don’t you break the spell, fool. Just be grateful you’re around to witness. You’ll have enough time to spend with your wife in the days to come.” She dove out from under him, turned around and waved closer a group of mermaid triplets with ash blond hair and voluptuous endowments.
“Oh my,” breathed the first one, placing her splayed fingers on her bosom. Her sisters clung to her shoulders, squeezing their ample busts against her arms. Hard nipples poked out left and right while their round meaty mammaries floated weightlessly just beneath the surface. “It’s him, isn’t it?” They licked their lips. “The one they’ve only whispered about. You’re giving him to us first? Oh thank you, young witch, such generosity is —”
“Shut u—hup,” Anosthea whisper-sang through clenched teeth and rolled her eyes. “He hasn’t been made right for us yet, so —,” she slapped the back of the frontmost blonde’s longingly outstretched hand, “will you keep your greedy little webbings to yourself? You’ll receive a load of his blessing in due time. For now just keep his head above the water. I fear he’s a bit too cold already and not quite as prepared for this life as our Feedness.” She winked at David who hadn’t picked up a single word of their hasted exchange, then the young witch raised her arms over her head and slipped tail first like a silver dagger into the deep.
“Anosthea?!” gasped David, desperately treading water with the frantic motions of someone all too well in the know of the yawning abyss beneath him. He jerked as six hands took hold of his arms. Around him, three lovely and yet strangely hungry-looking fish maidens surfaced, thrusting their full bodies against his and trapping him in a circle of firm girl flesh. Their smooth skin felt almost hot after the water’s numbing cold, and with his arms around their shoulders, they held him up like a set of living buoys.
“Don’t you worry,” giggled the one to his right. “We’ll keep you nice and cozy, no matter how long it takes.”
Chapter 23: Ocean’s Kiss
Minutes earlier.
The semi-circular bow wave ahead of Barbara’s proud round mammaries lost its white crest as the mermaids’ pushing hands disappeared one by one. The ocean rapidly ate up all of her momentum. Barbara sank legs first into the black waters. The over-boiling sensations and lecherous rushes that had glutted her mind with every quiver and shockwave coursing through her breasts subsided. She floated solitarily, miles out at sea, slowly rising and falling in place with the waves. Even neck-deep in the ocean, Barbara’s throat was dry. She gulped and opened her eyes.
The mermaids had retreated by a dozen yards and now kept their distance in a circle around their new Feeder, and this wasn’t just the group that had picked her up at the beach. She craned her neck. Any attempt at counting them was useless; their heads were constantly popping up, and just as quickly disappearing back under the sea, then new ones — or the same? — reappeared moments later but yards away.
A throb ran through the free-floating spheres of her mammaries. Barbara’s attention was immediately drawn back to her dominating attributes. She recognized the feeling by heart. Growth. Again.
“Are they — gods! — not finished yet?” she moaned. The long, forceful pushing through the waves had incited her tit flesh far beyond what the sirens’ songs ever managed. The next throb followed, and then the rhythm of growth surpassed her already racing heartbeat. Barbara was slowly pushed back through the water, nothing but an attachment to her own breasts. Her skin strained, not painfully but titillatingly, and the sensations grew stronger as her buoys swelled bigger.
Her center of weight shifted. She rolled backwards, the water rose around her ribs, and Barbara’s eyes bugged while her water treading became frantic. “Gods! They’re — dragging me under! Help me —”
Bubbles burst in the triangle of white flesh where moments before her head had been. Barbara’s engorged nipples broke the surface as her breasts rolled and righted themselves until the pair of melon-thick nipples on the dark domed areolae pointed straight up into the sky. They quaked and shuddered, then parted, rolling sideways as the cleavage between them widened.
“ — Pfwuaaahh!” Many hands against her back pushed Barbara above the surface again, squeezing her into her own cleavage. She gasped for air. “Oh the gods — the gods — don’t let go! Don’t let go of me!”
Her breasts, their diameter now beyond two and a half yard and gaining, rose to her left and right like icebergs. Water ran down the two slopes, and Barbara was helpless against the sensual assault of the rivulets and drops tickling down along her skin.
“Yes, hold her nice and steady!” The queen surfaced inches from Barbara’s feet and grabbed them. Her fingers massaged Barbara’s soles.
“I’m growing, still growing!” gasped Barbara. “How long will this go on? How long can you hold me until I’m too heavy?”
“There, there, dear,” the queen comforted her. “Doesn’t it feel nice now? Never fear, no harm will come to you. Water’s your friend now, it’ll carry you no matter how big you’ll become. Has it not done so all through your life? Shhh.” She kissed the girl’s toes and nibbled at them.
“Haaah,” groaned Barbara as the tickle jumped from her toes right into her crotch. A thin white rivulet trickled from the curly curtains of her inner labia. “Growing — mmmmh —”
The queen licked her lips. “No need to hold back, love. Whenever they want to swell and engorge, let them! Encourage them! Stroke them and feel the mountains of milk!”
“Mountains of milk,” replied the many mermaids’ echo. “Mountains of milk!”
“Gods, I can’t take that anymore! So — horny! Oh please, I need — feel — rubbing —” Barbara struggled to bring her arms into the wide valley of her cleavage to reach her mound of venus. Her fingers searched the soaked bush for any means of release.
“Oh my love, you don’t have to do this all alone, we’re all here to help you with that,” purred the queen. She grabbed Barbara’s ankles and spread the young woman’s legs, approaching Barbara’s swollen crotch. Rolling her shoulders, she ran her right hand up along the land girl’s shin, knee and thigh. A strong flexing of her tail, and she rested halfway on Barbara’s midriff. With her arms stretched out ahead of her, the queen’s splayed fingers kneaded Barbara’s shoulders and the straining, taut onset of her enormous endowments.
“So full, so straining. Poor thing, shivering all over. Oh yes, the fever of arousal can be so cruel.”
The queen’s hands closed around the back of Barbara’s neck, and she pulled herself higher onto the rattled young woman. Barbara’s thighs were spread apart by the creature’s wide hips. The first traces of the slimy coating of the queen’s fish half greased Barbara’s legs. She gasped for air at the sliding snake-like touch that felt all too much like an even more engorged version of David’s precum-covered trunk trapped between her legs.
“Your skin — feels — so good,” stammered Barbara. “What are — nnngh! — you doing?” The queen’s lips kissed their way along her bared chest, and the supple body slithered higher into the broad pale valley between Barbara’s breasts while the tail gyrated against her plump labia and the swollen clit.
“Granting you the gift of gills,” smirked the queen, sliding back and forth against Barbara in long strokes. “And the mercy of release.” The girl’s moans grew louder. The queen felt the quickening of the stretching and swelling in the eager milk buoys.
“Oh, you’re so very gifted! Yes, darling. It’ll keep on getting better and better!” She nuzzled along Barbara’s neck while she held out her left hand and snapped her fingers.
Nothing disturbed the slow waves around Barbara’s floating pontoons.
The queen’s lips left the flushed skin under her. She turned her head and groaned urgently, “Anosthea!”
Nothing.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. Snapping her fingers rapidly and impatiently, she repeated, “A—nos—the—a!”
“I’m here! I’m here! Ouf! Oooaah—!” The young witch launched from the sea in a whirl of fins and spraying water, bumped into the left of Barbara’s soft cushions and slithered awkwardly halfway across the three yards of swaying yielding flesh. Groping desperately, she closed her splayed fingers around the first hold within reach and coiled her long tail halfway around the sphere, squeezing it deftly. Warm milk squirted from the throbbing fat teat in her grip and Barbara moaned delightedly, overwhelmed by the cupping touch of slippery skin.
“Uh, sorry, your Feedness!” gulped Anosthea. “I’ll be — gone, I just — need — oh come on you blasted thing!”
Anosthea fumbled into her belt and finally handed her queen a thin golden ring. She raised her hands apologetically, her slippery tail unrolled and she plunged back into the sea.
The queen turned her eyes skyward, then she slowly slipped the piece of jewelry onto her finger. A faint glow spread over her lips as she turned her head back and wiggled against Barbara’s body underneath her.
“A kiss from me is all you need now, my dear,” she purred, undulating her hip against Barbara’s plump outer labia. “A kiss to make you one of us.”
She puckered her lips and ran her hands over Barbara’s head, embracing her tightly. The young woman hesitated but for a moment. Their lips met in a shy pecking touch, then Barbara answered the queen’s gentle nibbling by angling her head, flattening her nose against the mermaid’s cheek and sucking the plump ring of salty lips into her own mouth.
The queen’s eyes bugged in surprise. Barbara ruffled the fish woman’s soaked hair as their kiss grew into a feral struggle fought with lips and tongues. Their bodies writhed and shook, sending quivers into the young woman’s gigantic boobs. Concentric waves rippled out across the sea where her eagerly expanding tit-flesh broke the water surface. Barbara raised her thighs and trapped the queen’s whipping fish trunk between them. Her eyes crossed when she climaxed from the fierce kiss alone.
Their lips parted slowly, and a thin thread of saliva lengthened and finally ripped between the moist, pouting lower lips. Barbara panted. The queen bent her head and placed two sloppy kisses on the sides of Barbara’s neck, then two more on the roots of the breasts she was trapped in between.
Barbara arched her back in retained arousal as the queen’s tail constricted around her legs and the heavy, curvy body slithered in between her raised arms and her boob-obstructed flanks. The queen’s burning lips and tongue licked and nibbled down her ribs, leaving an itch that soaked deeper into her flesh.
The young woman panted and gasped for air. The strange new feeling burrowed through her chest just below the threshold of pain. She inhaled more and more, arching her trembling body like a crescent moon, clenching her hands, pinching her eyes. Her ribs spread and creaked around her distending lungs.
Blackness claimed her mind as she tore apart.
Barbara’s head lolled, tilted back all the way. The strange tearing sensation had disappeared as quickly as it had come about. The air she eagerly sucked in felt refreshingly cool, and beams of light danced as they rose up from the ocean.
She blinked. The scenery remained strange. Black fog shrouded the world, she could barely see farther than a dozen yards. Beyond that, the sparse forest of mermaids’ tails and arms, sticking up like strange, swaying plants, disappeared into the murky air.
“Gently now,” whispered the queen, and her voice was almost in Barbara’s head. Her smiling face moved into Barbara’s sight, upside-down no less. Things were definitely not the way they had been before.
“Wargle bargle glarg,” chocked the young woman, and her throat ached. She wiped her hands over her forehead to bring the waves of her hair out of the way. It felt like a storm was tearing at her blond curls.
“No, it’s you facing the wrong way. You’ll learn,” reassured her counterpart.
Barbara took another breath to try again but hesitated as a weird, warm shiver ran down her flanks. Her hands traced her ribs. With every inhale, her skin moved and something warm swirled around her fingers.
What have you done to me? turned into “burrrg gargle oogrog hoeee?!”
“Gills. Water flowing through your lungs. You’ll get used to that, too,” Anosthea’s voice piped up. Her slender hands gently stopped Barbara’s increasingly frantic groping. “Shhh. Worked like a charm. Well, it was a charm, so — uh, later. Raise your head. Look at you.”
“Wurgle burrp?”
“No,” smirked the young witch. “Air is where the light’s coming from. This is your new world now.”
The water felt warm on her skin. Barbara brushed back the golden halo of her unruly hair. Her eyes followed the curve of the pair of floating spheres in front of her. The dancing sunbeams from the surface painted wavy lines over them, and they made her skin glow with the soft luster of porcelain as they scattered and illuminated her softly from within.
Barbara moved her hands and pushed with her feet, and she sensed the swaying and the change in momentum that wandered through her soft flesh as pull and torque along her ribs translated into a slow rolling of her twin spheres. She delighted in the motion that seemed to come naturally to her, and the inertia of the pair of globes lent grace and dignity to the slow dance of her human body orbiting the planets of milk in this weightless world. No more sag, no fear of tearing apart as the tons and tons of tit-flesh threatened to burst due to pancaking under their unfathomable weight.
Freedom.
Barbara squeezed her hands into the orbs, and her groin filled with new arousal as her breasts undulated with a long wave that ran along her skin. She panted, drawing not air but water. Everything here was more, and especially more intense. Another squeeze took the edge off her arousal as a quick orgasm helped her to wrestle a modicum of control over her mind away from her crotch.
“Buargl egl geeerg oog guoarrgl!”
“What?” frowned the queen, who had watched Barbara’s first attempts with an amused grin. She swam closer and tamed a few of Barbara’s unruly curls.
Barbara gesticulated, and much to her surprise, the queen seemed to pick up her intention pretty quickly.
“Of course. The pleasure will be all mine, your Feedness,” she smirked. “You, and you.” Her pointing finger ordered closer two of the honor guard. “Left nipple, right nipple. On my command.”
“Glaaarg?!”
“Pull!”
Hands spread Barbara’s free-floating spheres apart. The queen struggled into the cleavage until she stuck breasts-to-chestbone vis-a-vis Barbara. The guardians let go, and the enormous globes slowly moved back, trapping the queen’s upper body inside the yards of cleavage.
“Ah, what a nice and cozy wrapper,” smiled the queen and embraced Barbara. “Now show me what your legs are good for, your Feedness.”
The young woman straddled the monarch’s thick tail. A few strong strokes of it took care of steadying Barbara’s body, then the queen started swaying her appendage determinedly. Barbara held on to her, and driven by the borrowed tail she slowly rose towards the waves like a whale of a tadpole.
“Now back to the air,” smiled the queen. “Just inhale and keep breathing, it’ll all be second nature in no time.”
Barbara’s legs trembled around the round hips of the queen. She held her knees pulled up and her calves crosses at the onset of the plump buttocks. Her labia’s wetness rivaled the thin layer of slime on the queen’s tail. A single cough after the first new breath of air sent the water gushing from the gills in her flanks, then she panted in ferocious heat.
“The gods, I’m horny again! Just holding you, it made me feel — and now —” Barbara’s voice failed, she closed her eyes. Her lips curled from clenched teeth. Her arms pulled the queen closer, flattening those amazingly firm spherical breasts against her chest and pushing the hard nipples into her flesh. Her hip bucked involuntarily.
Burning up. Burning up with horniness. Why isn’t the ocean boiling from the heat between my legs? Gods, all the water in the world couldn’t cool these embers.
“Don’t you worry, the swinging motion against the crotch does that sometimes. And then there’s our slime that you’ve just now had rubbed into your nice plump nether lips. I’ve been told its a very, very powerful afro—dezee—something.” The queen gently poked her forefinger against Barbara’s nose. “Means it’ll make you naughty,” she added with a wink and a twitch of the corner of her mouth. “You’ll always have a hand or a tongue or a thick thrusting tail at your service to take care of these pesky feelings, expertly and thoroughly. And your husband’s marvelous cock, should you so desire, of course.” The queen licked her lips and hesitated for a moment, then clapped her hands and raised her right arm.
“Guards! Salute!”
Around each of Barbara’s breasts, the water foamed up. Two groups of twenty or more of the mermaids somersaulted from the sea in an amazing display of synchronized swimming. As they dove back into the ocean, the whiplash of their tails spattered warm water over Barbara’s milk-white skin. Seconds later, dozens of hands were busy kneading and rubbing the milk mountains, sending waves of contraction through the bloated ducts and stimulating the eager glands to the best of their abilities.
“Haaah—!” Barbara gasped for air, her eyes wide with surprise, and as she continued her stammering, she slowly lowered her eyelids as the delights of the many touches demanded more of her attention than the cerulean blue of the sky above her. “I — I didn’t think that — eeee! — What are they do — iiiing?! Ooh. Oh. Oh, that’s good. How do they — Gods, that’s good. Oh my gods. Oh. My. Gods! Yes! Keep — oh my — Haaahh! — Full. Oh so full. Can’t keep it in. Coming out —!” Quivering reluctantly at first, her nipples’ valves opened wider and wider. The water around her teats warmed as the gallons of milk escaping the pressurized containers turned it into two rapidly expanding white clouds shrouding the throbbing areola.
“Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes, yes, yes,” she panted, clinging to the queen to steady herself. “Gods, hold me, I’m — I’m — maaaaaah!”
When Barbara’s eyes finally focused again, the motherly face of the queen was inches from her own. Barbara noticed for the first time the faint scale-like texture and the somewhat shell-shaped earlobes as the voluptuous mermaid held her tight, brushing a few strands from Barbara’s forehead and nodding approvingly.
“Yes, revel in those feelings. Make them your own. Become them! And now, love, on to the next and final step.” The queen turned and twisted between Barbara’s bulging breasts.
“Gods!” gasped the young woman, and her face filled again with the signs of another ravishing climax as the queen’s snake-like body slowly squirmed out of the flesh valley, aided by the copious lubricant of her fish half. She slithered across the bulbous shapes, through Barbara’s legs and up the back until she was by the girl’s shoulders. Her hand, clenched into a tight fist, squeezed through between Barbara’s arm and the barely yielding orb of her breast. In front of Barbara’s mouth, the queen opened her fingers. A silvery pearl rested on her palm.
“Swallow it,” breathed the queen into Barbara’s ear. Her other hand, warm and slippery, slowly went up and down Barbara’s other arm.
“But — the kiss — are we not done yet? Am I not already —”
“Ah, the kiss, the ring. They endowed you with breathing above and below,” smiled the queen. “Now this here, this is about you becoming what you truly are destined for. Swallow it.” Her tail rolled around Barbara’s thighs. She thrust herself higher onto the expanse of breasts and let go of Barbara’s arm. Still offering the silvery morsel, she sucked her free hand’s ring finger to the hilt into her mouth. Baring her teeth, the queen bit down gently on the ring and drew it slowly from her digit. The sparkling on her lips faded. She spat the enchanted band playfully in her witch’s general direction, and Anosthea fumbled to snatch it from the air with just the slightest signs of being mortified by her superior’s lecherous demeanor.
Barbara looked at the pearl and frowned. When she cast a questioning look at Anosthea, the girlish witch grinned and nodded encouragingly, motioning her on. Barbara licked her dry lips, plucked the shiny sphere from the queen’s fingers and drew it into her mouth. It tasted salty. She gulped and felt it travel down her gullet.
“And now? — Uunnnh!”
Anosthea mutely raised her eyebrows, glanced at the queen, turned about and dove head first into the waves. Her tail whipped frantically as she disappeared into the inky depths.
“Mnnnngh — Why is she running?”
Warmth welled in Barbara’s belly and spread quickly through her limbs and into the already vast expanse of her chest. Panting rapidly, she began to shake all over.
“Why is she running?! Tell me what’ll happen now!”
The queen let go, slipped across Barbara’s throbbing breast and into the water. She smiled at the nervous young woman, and a glint of hunger sparkled in her eyes as she slowly backed away, keeping her eyes on the trembling body in front of her.
“Now,” the mermaid sighed happily, canted her head and extended her arms wide to Barbara, “— now you’ll grow real breasts!”
Thus ends the Siren Song, but there still are tales of the mermaids of David’s bay waiting to be told.
Stay somewhat tuned, for there will be an epilogue some day, and another darker story about a woman who won’t escape her just deserts …
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