Sacrifice everything or go Bust! ( FIXED VERSION )

In a kingdom in an alternate reality there is a caste which lords over an empire. An empire who's rulers are the most fertile of the royal family. Breast size is very important due to this indeed. Little princess Camilla eldest of two twins was likely the future ruler. But in an incident she discovered how wrong her believes were. Predicted was that younger twin would surpass her by a soothsayer of great following. In her desperation she searched for the Altar of sacrifices which was said to be hidden in the deep forest behind the castle. There she met creature; A monstrosity which claimed it's might by losing it's humanity but all it's might is bound in one place. Great sacrifice for nothing was the altars main business; One had to be smart to gain anything.

She moved past the monstrosity without as much as a whimsical glance. The monstrosity was long broken due to it's power without purpose. Barely more than an extension of the Altars will; It was the altars slave. The sacrifices were almost always greater than the prices yet the prices could be ever so great. There are few we have gained from the altar. But in the end it is the Altar that decides what is a good trade. She stood before the horned goat like skull amidst the altar; hanging from the center pillar that was surrounded in luminescent lines as though bleeding glowing blood.

“Great altar.” The soft spoken girl said in her loudest voice.

The skull light up and glaring glowing eyes watched her from within the dead animals skill. It is said that the altar brought the skull to it's simply to be more frightening; such are the mysterious ways of the altar. “What to gain.”

“I wish, for my sister to not be burdened with the throne, whilst wise she is too emotional and quick to anger not aspects befitting a ruler would you not agree? ”

The altar hissed. “That is of no concern to the Altar. ”

“My sister Amelia does not wish for the throne, yet she was predicted to rule. I wish to forsake many things to gain her place.”

The monstrosity rose behind. “Speak thy sacrifice and spare the Altar your moaning.”

“There is little required for you to take the throne, but our price is heavy as is the throne.”

The Altar spoke, condemning Camilla.

“What will you give for a larger chest?”

“What can I give?” Camilla asked.

“Thy memory of your sister.”

“Thy name, so you are no longer the older sister.”

“Thy growth in other places so thy cannot see eye to eye.”

“Thy sisters friendship so she no longer sees you as an ally but as an enemy.”

“Must I sacrifice it all or do I get to choose?”

“All or nothing.” Both the monstrosity and the Altar Echoed together.

“had you spoken thyself thy'd may have found another way, ”

Camilla Nodded, She was prepared to sacrifice everything for she knew what would become of her sister if she'd take the throne, yet she would forget now

Emily woke up from what seemed like a strange dream. She was the younger princess of the kings two daughters. She was Below average height even for her age. Her sister was almost a head taller despite the two only differing a year. But this had all been for her sister. Emily knew she sacrificed herself for this older sister of hers somehow. She however could not remember exactly why or when. All her life she had lived a sheltered life according to her memory. She was confused. She did not know what was right and what was wrong. What was fake and what was real? She knew she sacrificed many things but never remembered what. When looking in the mirror today it was like looking at a strangers face; Yet she remembered seeing it every day.

Her sister and her had been foes since er current childhood, at least that's what she remembered. Emily was named after Amelia in part because Amelia once fell ill at a young age. In fear of the king passing away without an offspring Emily was conceived, however her mothers health became bad after her birth and the king passed away shortly after. Often called a sick kingdom in these times; yet it was still strong as her mothers mighty will is not limited by an ill body.

Their mother 'although physically devastated' still made appearances in public. Her huge monumental breasts leaving no doubt to who was ruling this peaceful and strong empire. She was a mother figure to the people and the people greatly cared for both her and Amelia. Emily was largely forgotten, she had no purpose to live, yet existed. But she knew she existed for a purpose. But her memory was sealed.

Sometimes she wondered if she was not simply disillusioned and at other times she reacted to a strangers name as though it was her own. Her mother sometimes had episodes and called out for a girl named Camilla or something similar. She knew no one of that name; perhaps she's a servant of the past.

Her sister appeared before her, her tall stature combined with high heels and an impressive bust-line made it impossible to see part of her face for Emily. She looked down between her breasts and seemed annoyed.

“Shouldn't you be learning? At least pretend to care about scholarship and appearance Em... Ugh, why do I bother; play along child. ” Emily knew that her sister was prone to relief stress by bothering others quite often. Sometimes over the littlest of things speaking in a belittling manner

~

Her teacher looked at her homework. He stared at her with piercing eyes. “Didn't you copy this from your sisters old book collection?” Emily shook her head she wondered why he asked that. It was a first. Normally she was scolded for being bad at studying.

“You used the wrong formula here.” He pointed.

“Though the formula you used also works we haven't taught it to you yet. Your sister had a 2 months ago though.”

Emily stared in amazement as this happened with every bit of work she had done. One after the other.

In the end she got a passing grade easily. She couldn't believe her ears. Her head started hurting and she remembered that she sacrificed herself again, but why would she know things her sister knew back then and why would she remember now?

She walked through the forest unknowing about her destination but driven to go there by lost memories. There stood the monstrosity in her dreams or was it her real past? She didn't know.

The beast spoke. “Thy shouldn't be here; leave.” Emily avoided his glance and kept walking whilst her complete body trembled from the breasts presence. That monster could crush her at a whim why was she moving forward. Why was she so determined?

She stood on the altar and the altars eyes fell on her. “Why does thy stand here?” Emily hesitated and then spoke in a voice alien to her. “Because the exchange has failed.” she said in a soft womanly voice, deeper and softer than her Amelia's. Yet it possessed dignity she knew only from her mother.

The altar laughed.

“Dear, -Thy- at Thy'd whim cannot see the future unfold. Thy'd sacrifice will not be completely useless.”

Emily continued speaking. “I will take your word but break it and it will be your next sacrifice.”

Her soft voice seemed surprisingly decisive and threatening as though it could move mountains.

The Altar screeched in a manner that seemed to imply laughter. The monstrosity neared her and she turned around catching it with a determined glare. Emily would have run but in her current state she didn't even tremble. “Obscure my path again beast, -despite all your might- and you will wish your sacrifice had been one of life rather than living.” Emily didn't know what that meant but grasped that it was a threat toward the creatures life. The beast hisses but showed actual seemingly genuine fear toward the warped Emily.

As she returned home the warped her spoke to herself. A few last words before her voice returned to normal. “Let is to suffer most gloriously for the betterment of all and our sister; young more foolish me ”

Emily nodded to herself. “Whatever happened between you and her or perhaps I should say me and her it a passion that I live for.” She smiled in a disturbed manner. “This proves that the sacrifice was to great even for the altar. I wonder how long it's might can hold; perhaps in time I touched by it shall acquire something.” Her soft spoken voice seemingly maliciously added before going quiet.

~

Emily didn't go in the forest again -yet- her grades greatly improved and stayed better than they had been since she started learning -many years ago-. A couple of times she held her mother in her arms as she cried for Camilla. Much to the disgust of her older sister; Who found that she belittled her mother. What earned her even more strive was the fact that Emily had begone to undergo breast growth. In half a year her once practically flat chest had grown into D cups. Still, She was stuck beneath her older sister. Her Length of of 6 feet was simply astonishing for a woman in this empire/ Whilst Emily got stuck just below 5 feet. With her length she also sported large breasts that -although not in their mothers territory- were bigger than her head each.

She admired her sister despite her flaws. She worked hard to relieve their mother from her workload so she could rest her broken body. In spite of this the people started disliking her Attitude her tendency to be easily angered and reacting to provocations badly. As well as giving everyone a hard time when stressed wasn’t appreciated. One would say she lost track of the larger picture and focused to much on minor details especially when under a lot of stress.

Emily wanted to help but she was send away rather rudely; -being told that she was useless- . Emily -knew- that she wasn't the handiest of people but even she could stamp documents! Amelia still saw her as the clumsy girl who couldn't even climb the stairs without falling. Which in the last had been true; as she often tripped. Over the course of the next half year Emily underwent more growth than ever much to the ire of her increasingly desperate overworked sister. The public opinion of her dropped steadily despite her best efforts. She held her aching head when nobody was looking and tried to relieve stress but she simply couldn't; She was breaking down.

Quickly closing the gap between their breast-sizes despite the height gap remaining about the same. -While Amelia was busy guiding the countries commerce.- Emily decided to give their mother much more attention instead of trying to help her infuriated sister figure. Mother actually seemed to lighten up from her visits. She had only been appearing before the people and had almost left all her work to Amelia as Amelia had insisted she did. Her mother was incapable of arguing with Emily's sister in her current physical state. Despite Emily remembering her to be quite distant towards her before. She often sat with her mother, who despite her intimidating presence was not an extremely tall woman, however she was still half a foot taller than Emily.

Emily woke up in her large princesses-bed again like the usual, she looked at herself in the mirror; A face this she had grown accustomed to. She lifted her large breasts. They were large for someone her size. Perhaps they'd even compete with her sister. Though she could hardly believe that. She stared at them and even removed her clothes to take a closer look. 2 years ago she had been completely flat chested. Now she's beyond just gifted -yet while her body matured well at overall- she never gained length and was told to have a youthful demeanor for her age. Despite her best tries to be taken seriously and despite proving to be rather insightful.

One year passed and Emily had a hard time accepting the simple fact: She was larger than her sister in the chest region. Whilst Amelia had breasts the size of her head Emily had grown a pair that was almost half a time larger and to top it all off she seemed to be still growing. This was very upsetting. Especially since the throne ascension has always been based on the seemingly most fertile member of the family not the oldest one. Suddenly all Amelia's tasks were placed upon her by Amelia's own decree and her sister secluded herself before speaking to her. She tried to contact her but by no avail.

The work was hard and tiring she was inexperienced luckily people were extremely willing to help her. -Most likely due to her rather innocent and helpless looking exterior.- Bur Emily was determined to show that so too could be competent and the empire was kept running smoothly through her and her mothers combined effort meanwhile Amelia locked herself away for 2 months only accepting food and wine.

When she opened the door she actually rushed over toward Emily with a frightening expression Her large imposing figure seemed even more amazing as she leaned over Emily. She most likely was over 6 feet now or had been for a while. Emily hadn't noticed; but she was definitely quite a bit larger than before in terms of length. Her sheer length made the situation more awkward than it could have been. Amelia stared at her sisters bosom. Now twice as large as hers. She grimaced as she quickly hit Emily out of nowhere with an open yet powerful slap. Emily fell.

“ You...” she coughed. “Why do you even exist?” She said with a low threatening and hateful tone.

Emily felt light headed as she stared at her sister she smiled in a way she never smiled before. She stood up and rubbed her painful face and well as ignoring the pain in her leg.

“I have always existed to save you.” she answered in a voice not her own. It was the low soothing voice. Now sounding rather remorseful -yet- righteous.

Amelia clenched her fists. The voice annoyed her, she hated her little sisters childlike behavior changing her voice like this, it felt somehow condescending.

“Save me? After all my hard work years of preparation and studying the least likely occurrence removed me from my right of the throne, how did you save me?”

Emily smiled gently but it wasn't her doing, or was it? She couldn't recognize her own actions from the actions of whoever spoke from her

.

“Because, it was destroying you sister and by destroying you it was destroying me.”

Amelia's eyes teared. “What are you talking about? Why are you doing that with your voice?”

She didn't answer, instead so apologized.

“Amelia, for what it means; I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you and inexperienced princess were placed into duty. I'm sorry for not believing in you even after you had a life time to prepare and even more so I'm sorry for your suffering which I have not managed to prevent even by taking the future throne.”

Amelia blinked. “What are you talking about?” Amelia was confused, though the second event happened; the first certainly wasn't an occurrence she she was given.

“You are a loving person unfit to rule but of great use for advice. You may not be able to be a level headed leader but your intelligence is beyond doubt greater than mine.” Emily added.

“Emily, what... of course I am... you've never been decent... at....” Amelia uttered confusedly.

“Emily has improved because the sacrifice was too great.” Emily spoke with the distant voice again. However not it sounded slightly agitated yet also far sad.

“-Despite this- you treated your sister as a stranger, this is not something I would have thought could happen to you. I never deemed it possible for you to adapt such a personality. -Magic is truly dangerous indeed.-” she continued. “But in spite of your flaws... and mine you are still my beloved sister not matter the Altars rulings. You should know this... A....”

Amelia's eyes boiled, the voice had sad things that might be unforgivable for her.

The queen came running onto the square. It was surprising to see her exert herself in such a manner. What was even more absurd was her tackling Emily before she could finish her sentence.

“Camilla, Why …. why... ? ” She uttered.

Amelia stood there with whitened eyes. Completely confused at what just happened. Her anger had strangely subsided.

“You're not Emily are you? You're Camilla? Why is Camilla?...”

Her mother turned toward Amelia and glared at her.

“Why did you forget your older sister? Why Amelia? Didn't you care?” Her tone was strict as disciplining a young child.

Amelia stuttered “Older sister? but I'm the eldest...”

Her mother hissed at Amelia quite furiously. “For a future queen to be turned into something like this...”

Amelia stared at her like she had gone insane. Then it hit her; the foretold altar of sacrifice. Emily's improved grades; Emily's words.

“It's the altars doing isn't it?”

Emily or Camilla nodded. “But as the Altar is incapable of handling the great wish so is it that Emily and Camilla are still not one.”

“Soon the wish will shatter with your realization of the truth it is only a matter of moments. As a sacrifice has not been made and my wishes intention hasn't been fulfilled with the redundant energy.”

Her mother smiled brightly and for the first time in 17 years she didn't look ill from up close. Her eyes shone with a brilliant light. As a sacrifice was undone so were the rules of nature twisted. The Altar had gathered too much despair and had no choice. However it was the queens light that placed another wish upon the altar from far away and so it became.

~

The Queen sat at the stair toward the altar looking down at the monstrosity. Her enormous chest covering her entire front yet the monstrosity dared not look at those gifts as it stared into her eyes. Her spirit stronger than ever. The Altar spoke -however- it had -instead of a frightening tone- a remorseful and dignified one.

“Yet the boundaries or reality are not Thy to break, Thy are not Ill due to Emily never having existed .”

“But even without the wish my life was nearing it's end, it 's only now that it isn't. Without Camilla and without Emily. ”

The queen looked at the Altar and stood up, her impressive figure was not as imposing as her cold royal deep blue eyes. “I shall not sacrifice any child before I shall suffer Illness and early death a thousand times before. In the worlds of my husband. I am prepared.”

“I sacrifice my health for the sake of both my children Altar, do you accept?”

The Altar answered with silence.

“Why this Silence!?” The queen said agitatedly.

“It cannot be done.” The altar said as it glowed furiously red yet sounded cowardly.

“Why?” The queen asked as she straightened herself even more her eyes seemingly infinitely deep.

“Because they are already here.”

A child’s voice echo'd as it came running through the forest as a short flat chested girl who looked below her actual ages jumps at the Queen. And is lodged right between the queens giant breasts.

Amelia mumbled. “Why do I suddenly remember bringing Emily here?”

Laughter filled the forest, heartfelt laughter from a warm voice.

Camilla stepped from out of the shadows of a tree. Her eyes stood as if she was wise beyond her years. Despite the queens health just one look at her made it clear who the next rules was to be; a bosom that almost rivaled the queen sat on her chest and while older than her twin sister she was only her mothers length at most.

“Why, why I wonder... perhaps it was ultimately my wish for which I sacrificed all.” She said in her disturbingly calm voice. The one which Emily had talked and the one which made the monstrosity shiver in fear. She petted the gooey monsters skin. “Ultimately; The altar caused us great despair, for this wish to be fulfilled that more than enough.”

“Thy'd despair.” The altar added. “was unpalatable yet hopelessly quantitative.” He directed it to Camilla. “To despair so much over family -as a barely present memory-; I could have never have imagined.”

Camilla smiled. “Such is my believe in my fathers words. He was truly a great soothsayer.”

The Altar groaned as it realized that the kings final deed had once again brought forth it's despair.

Whilst the current queen possesses great might it was clear that Camilla was intent to succeed her even in that category as her general till she parts with life.

Fin~

Afterword: ( DO NOT DELETE ) ( FREE USE )

Yes, I am aware that the breast expansion is quite strange here as well as the story flow being peculiar. This was adapted from one of my earlier BE idea's based on the ''Princess' Bra ''

-This version actually has added dialogue to make it make more sense.-

( This is the first time I add stuff that isn't connected to the story after the ending, don't bother checking older stuff for these afterword thingies. )

-No sex scenes:

Emily embraced Camilla tightly in an unusual matter, their lips met as Cammila's large bosom pressed against Emily's chest. They both moved their hands to the nether regions but Emily quickly decided to fondle her sisters breasts. As they embraced each other it was true ecstasy.

Done. :P

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