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## Curse of the Holy Maiden

- by ~I3reacl, Feb 22, 2012, 1:10:07 AM
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A long time ago, in a world that is not ours, there was a deserted wasteland far away from any kind of civilization. For centuries this country had laid abandoned, avoided by any kind of life form except for some creatures that dwelled in the dark. One day a young princess of darkness and her nefarious servant came to this unholy land in search of an exile. From the wrecking ruins of an old castle located on a mountain at the edge of this forsaken country that Dark Maiden had begun to build up an evil empire. One by one she conquered the neighbouring kingdoms without the use of any armies or weapons(at least not in the traditional sense). Her strategy was rather unconventional, gained from a curse of unknown origins, but surprisingly effective as one king after another fell to her and was imprisoned inside his own dungeon. In a few months ten kingdoms had already surrendered to the evil princess that had turned into an evil empress. In fear of this rising dark force the world's most powerful order of paladins decided to send out one of their elite warriors to defeat this young source of evil before it could mature into a serious threat to the world.
Never had they ever considered their paladin could fail…
And even if, they would have never been able to presume in what way…
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The Dark Maiden lay in her throne, legs crossed over one armrest while her head leaned over the other one. Through the holes in the ceiling she watched flashes moving through the sky. After a while her gaze shifted towards the large gate which seemed like it could fall out of its rusty ankles any second. From the entrance a red carpet led up to her throne, though it was so dirty and ripped off its colour could be better described as a mixture of gray and brown. "I hope the first taxes arrives soon", the evil empress mumbled, taking a look around the mainly fallen apart hall. "I conquered ten countries, but I can barely pay the guards at the gate!" Thinking about her empire the Dark Maiden let out a sigh. As she breathed in she could hear her black leather corset stretch around her humongous chest, its bodice bursting with cleavage. With a loud rip one of the strings suddenly broke apart, allowing her breasts to spread out even further. The maiden waggled on her throne, her wobbling breasts pushing on her tight corset and disturbing her balance. Once they had calmed down she pushed the overflowing masses of bosom back into her corset. Small tingles were sent from her sensitive globes through the rest of her body as she squeezed her meat pumpkins. Her grey cheeks blushed slightly, her long white hair falling to the floor as the young queen put her head back. Closing her violet eyes she let out a soft moan, thanking every higher entity from of any religion she was alone in the castle, safe for the guards that (hopefully) couldn't hear her.
It took a few seconds for the young woman to relax. Without looking she tied the broken string of her corset back together, holding her breath to keep her milk jugs still for a second. Once she had repaired her bodice the Dark Maiden threw a scornful look down her body. The entire top of her curves were fully uncovered, the rim of her corset lying just a few millimeters above her areola. Being wrapped tightly around her chest it creaked every time the Dark Maiden moved, each single breath moving the leather slightly over her curves. The deep rift of the bodice went from the top of her corset to its hem just above her belly button, the strings pressing deeply into the ashen skin of her breasts. "This damn curse", the maiden mumbled, sitting up on her throne. Even as she sat straight her breasts were on height with her chin while barely touching her chest wall, both being completely round and firm. She put her elbow on an armrest, crossing her legs as she leaned her head against her fist. Actually, she had to be a little grateful to the magic that had blown her breasts up: With the help of this perverted curse she was able to subdue the rulers of ten kingdoms and take over their realms for herself. However, she was reminded every second of her life this "power" came with a price: From the moment she woke up and had to carry her charms out of her bed, to the painful ordeal of getting dressed up to such simple tasks as eating and repeatedly pulling the food out of her cleavage, or simply walking around(not to mention riding). Also, it wasn't like her gigantic globes always guaranteed a success. Often it was still a tough piece of work to "distract" her victims so she could disable them, and more than once she had almost ended up in a prison cell herself. She also remembered reluctantly the two times she had run into a female ruler. Only through persistent cleavage showing and some very embarrassing acts of her she had eventually managed to capture them: One ended up getting so green from envy she didn't take notice of anything but the maiden's swaying meat buns, while the other one… well, one could say she discovered a whole new side of her personality. It was even a surprise for the Dark Maiden when the baroness had suddenly wrapped her arms around her neck, and looked at her with a lustful sparkle in the eyes. Just in time the maiden could smack her frying pan over her head, before whatever this "aristocrat" would have done if she let her. It was hard and embarrassing, but in the end she had even taken these hurdles.
Unfortunately, there were also hurdles she had not taken. One of them was the kingdom of amazons – not just because they were all women though. For this race of female warriors all that mattered were strength and the mass of their muscles. Large breasts (or rather breasts in general) were nothing but a hindrance in their eyes. When puberty hit young amazons too well they even cut off one of their breasts so it wouldn't trouble them when holding a bow. The Dark Maiden shuddered as she thought about her audience with the amazon queen, which had ended with her running away from a rain of arrows shot by an army of half-breasted women in skimpy armors - her back still hurt when she remembered it. Aside from those barbarians another problem she had to deal with were races other than humans. They were all humanoid and in a way attracted to big breasts, but the "cultural differences" still made it hard to win them over. Surprisingly one of her biggest headaches turned out to be the minotaurs. She had never really thought about it, but a race of bull men also meant a race of cow women - and cow woman meant big udders to compete with! Of course the Dark Maiden was still rather buxom even for their measurements, but the gap wasn't nearly as striking as to other human women. Another tough problem were the dwarves: She could have the biggest breasts in the world (which she probably did), for those midgets no woman was attractive without a proper beard. Giants, on the other hand, didn't see her as busty since one breast of a female giant usually weighted more than the maiden's entire body. Of course, proportional she was still holding the bigger bust, but just say "proportional" to a giant and he looks at you like a duck with a mental sickness. And the elves! No wonder so many half-elves walked around considering how the elven women dressed and looked like.
Again the Dark Maiden sighed. She had already thought about conquering those countries with her armies – after all, she was the leader of an empire now. But there were two problems: First was that while she was proud to have conquered so many kingdoms, the part of the world she ruled over was the poorest and most insignificant, and as such had the weakest military force. This didn't correspond well with the other problem she had, namely her enemies themselves: Monstrous women possessing more strength and better archery skills than most men, bull-like creatures that could tear people apart with their bare hands, the greatest blacksmiths in the world capable of forging weapons that could cut through steel like butter, humanoids so gigantic they could destroy an entire village just by stepping on it, and a race of mystical eremites of which each possessed more magical power than entire humanity. And what did she have? The only really experienced fighters in her army were a handful of crusaders that had fought lesser demons like imps before. The rest were mainly militias from villages and small towns, some royal guards in bad shape after standing in front of castles for years without ever fighting an intruder, and a hundred years old veteran called "Binky" by his men. It would take one hell of a pep speech to get her men even motivated to fight, and then a miracle for them to survive the first battle.
She tried not to do, but eventually the Dark Maiden looked above her. On the top of her throne a small bowl was standing, containing a large amount of chestnuts – the same chestnuts that had "blessed" her with this curse. A few capable magicians had investigated them and found out the curse was stackable: If she ate more, she would get even more stacked. Lately, the Dark Maiden had often played with the thought of eating more of them. Her problem with the minotaurs, giants and even the elves was mainly a matter of size, and she was sure there was also a breaking point for the dwarves, beard or not. And the amazons were also just humans. Maybe, if she just stocked up a little more...
"Bullshit!", she shouted, slamming her fist into her armrest. Her breasts bounced inside her corset, luring another sigh out of the Dark Maiden. "The only thing I'll achieve is that in a hundred years people will still laugh about the evil empress that was killed by the weight of her own boobs!" She quickly went through all other options she had again, until she realized there weren't really any. Again she sighed, sinking a little lower in her throne. It seemed that for the time being, her conquering would have to make a pause if not some weird twist of destiny would suddenly come to her aid...
"Watch out!"
Thrown out of her thoughts the Dark Maiden turned towards the window, just to see a small black spot flying into her castle. Fast as lightning the dark ball crossed the distance to her and dived into her cleavage, making her gasp. Her corset stretched loudly from the jiggles of her breasts, the empress eventually grabbing them with her hands to stop them. Between her large grey orbs a small head suddenly poked out. It was covered in black feathers with a pair of gleaming red eyes that looked up to the empress' face. "Sorry for that, milady", the little bird apologised, its peak moving relatively synchronous to its words. "Didn't see where I was flying."
"Cut the milady!", the Dark Maiden shouted, looking angrily at the little feather ball inside her cleavage. "And don't act as if you didn't fly in there on purpose!"
"Guess I'm busted", the bird said, putting a strong emphasis on the word 'busted'. "But I can't help it! You've got the most comfortable cleavage in the entire empire!" The little bird pulled out its wings from her cleavage, and began to rub the firm flesh around it. Soft feathers moved over the empress' sensitive bosom, making her giggle and wriggle uncomfortably on her throne.
"G-get outta there, you little punk!", she commanded between laughs. She picked the small head that could hardly be distinguished from the rest of the bird's body with two fingers and pulled it out of her cleavage. The bird quickly freed itself from her grip, flying to the perch next to the throne.
"Jeez, after three months one could think you would finally get used to this", it said, hopping around on its perch. "Or rather to these."
The Dark Maiden glared evilly at her pet. "Well, I wouldn't have to get used to anything if you little twat hadn't given me those cursed nuts!"
The bird put his head under its wing, not out of shame though but to clean its feathers. "Maybe, but then you wouldn't rule an evil empire now", it shot back.
"I would have come up with something else. Eventually." The mistress threw another glare at her pet. "What are you doing here anyway?", she asked. "I ordered you to look out for enemies! You are only supposed to come back when you spot an intruder!"
The bird pulled its head out from its wing again. "Yes. Guess why I'm here."
Immediately the slack empress sat up. "Wait, you mean somebody is on the way to attack us?" As the little bird nodded the Dark Maiden screamed in glee. "YES! Finally! My first ordeal as an empress! I already wondered how many more kingdoms I had to conquer until somebody noticed!" She jumped up from her throne, her bosom almost destroying her corset with its bounces. She leaned over towards her bird, looking eagerly at it while in return it stared at her wobbling cleavage. "Okay, how many enemy soldiers are we talking about?", she asked. "A dozen? Hundreds?? Thousands?!?
"One."
Despite being eighteen years old the evil empress was as jittery as a little girl. "One thousand!?", she squealed.
"No, one as in one single rider on a horse."
The maiden felt like an arrow had been shot into her chest, an extra-large one so that her breasts wouldn't take the blow for her heart. "Just one?", she repeated.
The little bird pondered for a moment. "Now that I think about it, it would be two including the horse."
The empress let herself fall back on her throne. "Jeez, what a disappointment", she mumbled, her breasts jiggling in frustration. "The guards should easily take care of that …"
"Don't take it so lightly!", the bird warned her, sounding strangely serious all of a sudden. "This is no ordinary intruder! On the back of the horse there was a flag fluttering in the wind, showing a candle with a white flame in the shape of a dove on it!"
The evil empress sat up. "Really? The emblem of Sancti Lucérna, the most powerful paladin Order in the world?" Her short burst of joy however quickly settled down. "Meh, why do you I even get excited? It's probably just some annoying recruit they want to get rid of…"
"Actually, it's a legendary elite paladin feared in the whole world who has taken down entire kingdoms by herself."
"Really? Oh. Okay, that's something-" The Dark Maiden paused. "Wait, did you say herself?"
"Yep, it's a woman."
"Oh crap!" Quickly the Dark Maiden stood up from her throne, seemingly panicked. "There is only one single female paladin in the entire world!"
"I know, that's how I recognized her-"
"Quick, we must prepare our defenses!", the maiden shouted. "How much time do we have until she arrives?"
The wings of the gate were suddenly thrown open. The left one fell out of its angles and crashed into the floor, the impact causing some rubber to fall from the walls(and shaking the maiden's bosom a little). Through the half broken gate a young woman jumped into the throne room. She was wearing a bright silver armor, and held a long sword in one hand that looked like it was meant to be wielded with both hands. "Forces of evil and darkness, despair!", the intruder declared, raising the blade over her head. "I, the Holy Maiden of Sancti Lucérna, have come to put an end to your dark rule!"
The evil mistress looked at her pet. "You were only that much faster?"
The little bird spread its wings out from its body. "Well, considering I'm a bird with fifteen centimeters wing span, I'm quite proud I could keep up with a galloping mustang."
The Holy Maiden took a few steps into the room. Only her head was not covered by armor, showing her slightly tanned skin. The length and structure of her blonde hair were very similar to the Dark Maiden's white, as well as the intruder's face and figure beard a striking resemblance to hers(putting the chest part aside). The red eyes of the armored woman glared the entire time at the evil empress as she slowly approached her. "Evil empress of darkness!", the Holy Maiden yelled, pointing her sword at the Dark Maiden. "With my blade I shall slice your corrupted body apart and purify your soul! Prepare yourself!"
The Dark Maiden sighed. "Nice to see you too, sister", she said, sitting down on her throne again.
The bird tilted its head. "Somehow I'm not surprised by this turn of events, but to emphasize on the dramatic impact of this revelation I will still behave like I am totally shocked." After clearing its throat the bird screamed with exaggerated hysteria: "OH MY GOD, SHE'S YOUR SISTER!?"
Lowering her sword the Holy Maiden stopped in the middle of the room, a slight smile on her face. "Well, well, it's been a while, little sister", she said, putting a hand on her waist. "How long has it been?"
"Since the paladins took you away from father's castle ten years ago", the evil empress replied, looking sternly at the paladin. "And don't call me little!" She put her hands on the sides of her corset, squeezing her breasts a little together and making them flow further out of the leather's confines. "Doesn't quite fit anymore, wouldn't you agree?"
The Holy Maiden began to walk up and down the room. "I wasn't surprised when I heard who the evil empress was that took over ten kingdoms in only a few months", she calmly spoke, "Even if it was just the garbage of the world. What startled me though was when I heard the rumors about how you did it: You, who already said at the ripe age of six years that this is a world dominated by men and we live in a society that suppresses women, the girl who always ran away from the castle to hang around with the boys in town, the probably most idealistic feminist in the entire world ended up as a big-bosomed slut." Quietly the paladin chuckled. "Isn't this kind of ironic?"
"I don't need to be lectured by someone like you", the Dark Maiden responded coldly. "Not after what you have done."
The Holy Maiden stopped. "What I have done?", she repeated. Her red eyes furiously glared at her sister. "I was taken away as a hostage, if you haven't forgotten, as a bait to put our father under pressure! And he, he couldn't protect me!"
"Oh, poor little girl, weren't you?" The Dark Maiden returned the piercing glare of her sister with one full of hate. "Do you know how furious and depressed father was when the paladins kidnapped you? If his advisors had let him he would have gone right after them and taken you back! But this is Sancti Lucérna we are talking about! You can't just walk to their fortress and say 'Hi, I'm an evil emperor, please give me my daughter back you took as a hostage'! After working for them so many years you should know how insanely powerful they are! But still, father never gave up on you: He spent three years gathering allies, forming alliances and building a force strong enough to attack their main fortress and rescue you so he could finally hold you in his arms again! Just when he was almost done with his preparations however, just before he was ready to declare war on one of the most terrifying organisations in the world, rumors suddenly came up - rumors about a dark princess that had left the path of evil. About a former hostage who had joined the Sancti Lucérna years after being kidnapped by them. About a thirteen year-old girl that only after a few months of training had become first female paladin in history, and on top of that the youngest."
"What are you trying to say?", the Holy Maiden asked. "That you are mad at me because I became good?"
"No, I'm mad at you because you destroyed our family!", the Dark Maiden shouted. "When father found out his oldest daughter had become a knight of the light he practically lost his will to live! Even a year later he was nothing but a walking zombie, and of course completely unable to rule his empire! Bit by bit it fell into the hands of backstabbers and rebels! Father couldn't even defend us when the castle was surrounded by enemies from all sides! Mother had no other choice but to leave him and take us into another kingdom of darkness. But the king, a "friend" of our father wouldn't let us in – not before my mother agreed to marry him, this disgusting old…" The Dark Maiden paused, shuddering. "And if I hadn't run away a year ago, he would have married me next!"
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The Holy Maiden seemed less impressed. "Are you done?", she asked a little annoyed. "I still have to slay a dragon and save a princess from the clutches of an evil mage today, so I'd like to kill you in the next half hour."
The bird removed its wings from its face, looking irritated at the paladin. "You are going to kill your own sister?", it asked.
"It's her own fault!", she replied. "She could have sworn off evil a long time ago and followed the way of light and goodness, just like me!"
"But you're about to kill her!", the bird argued. "Wouldn't it be more like the way of light and goodness if you tried to convince her changing sides by calling out to the good in her soul?"
The Holy Maiden shrugged. "I'm a fanatic. We have a little different ways to settle things."
"She was always extreme, even when we were children", the Dark Maiden chimed in. "While I had enough fun stomping on the ants in our castle she wasn't satisfied until she found their nest and flooded it with weird chemicals she stole from the alchemist's lab."
"You are just too soft, sister", the holy maiden told her.
"Kind of funny seeing who of us turned out to be the bad guy, isn't it?"
"Mom and Dad always loved you more than me!"
"Oh come on, don't bring out such clichés! And you are just jealous because I got a pony on my sixth birthday."
"I have every right to be! I only got a pair of new boots on my sixth birthday!"
"Magical boots of godly blessed speed…"
"I WOULDN'T HAVE NEEDED SPEED SHOES IF I HAD A PONY!"
The bird shook its tiny head. "The fate of hundreds of people is on the line, and they talk about ponies and shoes", it sighed. "Why did the emancipation ever have to make its way into the eternal struggle between good and evil?"
Suddenly the paladin grabbed the hilt of her sword with both hands, and took a fighting stance. "Enough of this!", she declared. "I shall now slice you apart with my blessed blade of purity, you and your little… black, um… bird… thing…"
"I'm a canary bird of doom! How come nobody knows this species?"
"Whatever, you'll soon be extinct anyway!"
"Not so fast, sister!" The Dark Maiden stood up, hands on her hips, legs spread apart, her violet eyes beaming with determination. "Though I am not really proud of how I did it, I managed to conquer ten kingdoms and build up an empire, all by myself! And before I have washed the name of our family clean and restored our honor in the world so mother can finally leave this bastard of a husband I won't ever surrender to anybody! You may be my sister and a famous paladin feared even by dragons and mages, but I will still defend my empire with everything I got!" She held out her hand. "Quick, give me my frying pan!"
There was a moment of silence. The only things that could be hear were the wind and thunder outside of the castle.
"…Did that just sound as stupid as I think?", the Dark Maiden asked.
"I don't think you can really fathom the stupidity of your words, my dear", the bird told its mistress.
The Holy Maiden raised her sword above her head. "Ready or not, here I come!" With a loud battle cry the holy paladin charged towards the Dark Maiden. Her raging screams echoed through the castle, making the evil empress shiver slightly. Her courage dropped to the floor as helplessly searched for something that could save her. When the Holy Maiden was right in front of her she closed her eyes, preparing herself to get sliced in half.
"Head down!" Without thinking the evil empress immediately ducked, the quick move making her breasts slap against her chin. Hovering behind her the bird flew forward and from its claws threw an array of small objects towards the paladin. Her battle cry abruptly ended as they landed into her mouth, making her stop in her tracks. Startled she instinctively swallowed the load, blinking a few times in surprise. "Y-you insolent little spawns of darkness!", she shouted angrily. She shook her head, still a little perplexed, slowly recognizing the taste of the projectiles. "If you think some chestnuts are enough to stop me…" Mid-sentence she suddenly stopped. The anger in her face disappeared, turning into a mixture of confusion and worry. "W-what is this feeling?", she asked, waving air towards her face. "I-is it getting hotter in here?"
The Dark Maiden straightened up again. "Hey, smart move!", she congratulated her pet, smiling as her sister put a hand on her armor.
"Thanks", it said, landing on her shoulder. "Though I had hoped she would choke on them and suffocate."
The Holy Maiden stumbled backwards. Her face had become a little pale, looking like she was about to get sick, while she pressed her hands against the metal plate on her chest. "W-what have you done to me?", she screamed.
With the tides having turned the Dark Maiden confidently raised her head, smirking deviously towards her sister. "Nothing that will kill you", she assured her. Slowly she walked around the female paladin, who was giving her a half fearful and half angry glare. "But if I was you, I would strip out of that armor – or at least the breastplate."
The Holy Maiden wanted to say something, but froze. Beneath her silver breast plate, inside her chain mail and loose linen top she wore underneath her armor she could feel a swelling sensation inside her chest, alongside a small prickle. She blinked a few times, looking down on her armor as if she could see through it at her body. Something was pressing against it from the inside. It wasn't like something had been put into her armor though, it was more like... like…
It took a while until the Holy Maiden realised that her chest itself pressed against her armor, rounding out and rising outwards. The plain flesh around her breast warts slowly ascended and bulged out from her body. "D-don't tell me…", she whispered. A loud banging could be heard as the Maiden dropped her sword, the maiden's face turning pale as the snow. She ripped off the shoulder plates from her armor, and hastily began to remove the armor around her arms. While she took of one piece after another the tingle around her chest intensified, the surface of her breasts increasing as they steadily blew up. As the last parts of her arm protection fell to the ground, revealing the long sleeves of her chain mail and bare hands the Holy Maiden hastily pulled her breast plate over her head. With a loud crash she dropped it to the ground, her jaw almost falling out of her skull as she looked at her unarmored body. Around her chest there was a small bump in her chainmail, as if two ripe apples had been put into it. Adding to her shock she could see the bump was slowly reaching out from her, its ascent steadily growing rounder and dividing itself into two smaller bumps. Taking a step back the Holy Maiden searched for something to hold onto. "You… I… this…", was all she could stutter.
The Dark Maiden grinned evilly as she watched her sister "bloom". "What's wrong, sis?", she asked provocatively, slowly marching over to her. The Holy Maiden, still at loss for words, simply looked down in disbelief. The strong grip of her chainmail held her assets pretty stout, but somehow the Holy Maiden could feel that even without it her breasts would have kept their firm structure. While the iron rings rattled slightly from moving over her increasing bosom her linen under-top stretched beneath, groaning slightly as it was wrapped around her bust. Its tightly tied bodice widened a little as it was pushed forward, and the inner sides of her breasts slowly grew into the narrow gap of her shirt. As the inner slopes of her breasts began to dock onto one another the Holy Maiden had to inhale sharply. Despite the pleasurable feeling though no enjoyment built up inside her, but only rage, and to a certain amount shame that brought some colour back into her face. "R-ridiculous!", the Holy Maiden choked, glaring in disgust at her bloating chest. Now it didn't look like apples had been put into her chainmail but pears, large round pears that were constantly growing larger. "Y-you really think something like that can stop-" Something soft suddenly pressed against her back, a fleshy substance that almost completely covered her entire upper back and slightly spilled against her neck. At the same time a pair of hands slid under her arms, and before the Holy Maiden could react they had grabbed the bulging parts of her chainmail. Throwing her head back the paladin threw out a gasp as the hands cupped her growing breasts, trying to massage them through the metal. "W-what in the name of light are you doing?!", she half shouted, half moaned.
The Dark Maiden glanced over the shoulder of the paladin. "Oh, nothing", she said innocently, but with an evil grin on her face. She leaned a little closer to the Holy Maiden's ear, pressing her own breasts against her back while she ran her fingers softly over her sister's rack. "Just helping you enjoy it", she whispered with a voice as sweet as honey. The blush of the Holy Maiden deepened as the hands of the evil empress stroke over her chainmail, creating a reaction even through it on her sensitive skin. With gentle movements the fingers followed the bulging course of her curves, causing the Holy Maiden to breath heavier. The empress moved her hands over the slightly sagging bottom of her breasts, then up the arching fronts that steadily swelled forward until her hands reached their rising tops, stroking them for a few seconds before they wandered towards the flaring flanks of the bosom. Soft moans erupted from the Holy Maiden, overturning that a string of her linen top had just snapped. Her squeezed breast flesh pushed against the bodice with increasing force while flowing against the palms of the evil empress. "Wow sis, you're really getting a nice pair of boobs there", the Dark Maiden giggled. She rubbed her at least three times larger piles of flesh over her sister's back. "But you'll still need some more to catch up to me." Grinding her teeth the paladin wanted to say something, but instead bit her lip as her sister began to grope her bosom, squeezing it rather roughly through the chainmail. The pressure inside her linen top increased, breaking another string and therefore widening the gap of her bodice further. Sporting a small line of cleavage underneath the chainmail the Holy Maiden felt as her top tried to rise up her belly, but got kept at its place by her chainmail. Only the top of her bosom managed to slip out of the fabric, testing the will force of the maiden further as a rising amount of her bare breast skin came into contact with cold iron. Feeling the fabric glide over her bulging curves, the metal rings pressing into her sensitive skin and her sister's hand gently fondling her bosom completely overwhelmed the paladin, her red eyes looking helplessly up at the ceiling. She looked like she was short before exploding either from rage, or from pleasure.
One by one the strings of her undershirt broke apart. Each snap caused the rift in her top to grow a little wider, freeing more tight cleavage as her burgeoning bust pulled on the linen. Even the hard chainmail couldn't keep the fabric from rising up her body anymore, the hem of her top slowly gliding over her belly while at the same time unveiling her bosom from the top, leaving more and more for only her chainmail to cover. The Holy Maiden winced as the rings pressed against her bare skin, leaving small imprints, while her sister continued to massage her soft meat buns. Looking straight down the paladin could watch her breasts steadily rising up towards her neck, and tried to find a comparison to their size. She remembered once seeing a variety of foreign fruits on the market of a faraway kingdom that were called "melons", one of them being nicknamed honeydew melon. She guessed the current size of her breasts around those, and silently hoped this would stop before she reached "water melons", the largest fruit she had seen on that market. Beneath her chainmail stitches were creaking, threads were popping and yarn was ripping as her top bit by bit dissolved. A jagged tear appeared on the right side of her bosom, gradually growing deeper and wider under her rising curvature, while at the same time the last string of her bodice broke apart. Her top slid a little deeper, the rim of the fabric resting just above her breast warts, only kept in place by the tight chainmail lying above it. The solid metal plate had stretched surprisingly well over her bosom, but once it had been filled out began to restrain her flesh on its way outwards. Though still globular the shape of her breasts began to deform a little, her skin folding slightly as her chainmail refused to give any more room. One more time the Dark Maiden moved her hands over the full voluptuousness of her sister's curves, and after giving them one last squeeze let go of them, the Holy Maiden feeling as her humongous breasts left her back. "Wow, how many chestnuts did you give her?", the evil empress asked, chuckling as she walked around her sister to get a better look at her rack.
"I think I only threw about four or five into her mouth", the black bird replied. It set off from the Dark Maiden's shoulder, flying towards the Holy Maiden's chest until it hovered only a peak-length away from her swelling mammaries. Through the rings of her chainmail it could roughly see her cleavage pressing outwards, reaching out like a maw that would consume everything in its path. "But stackable curses often have a higher potency if casted multiple times simultaneously on the same target", it said after flying in front of the growing bosom for a while. "So she could end up as big as you, mistress, maybe even bigger."
"What?! Bigger than that cow?!", the Holy Maiden screamed. "You little-!" Just in time the bird avoided a strike from her right hand. Abruptly she froze as her breasts swayed slightly inside her chainmail, their bounces putting the linen top under even more stress. The rigidity of the metal forced her quaking flesh to pile up inside the way too tight chainmail, forming wrinkles all around her bosom that looked meaty bubbles. What was left of her linen top got pulled into the wrinkles, leading rip after rip to go over the tight fabric. "Ugh…" The legs of the paladin were shaking as her breasts flowed almost unhindered against the chainmail, while her body began to lean slightly forward. "O-only a f-freak like you could do something like- GAH!" Again the Holy Maiden gasped as the bird suddenly bumped against her right breast. Her compressed flesh quivered and jolted, causing the iron rings to rattle slightly. She took a step back, going a little more into her knees. Meanwhile the bird flew circles in front of her, seeming a bit disorientated.
"T-that wasn't nearly as fun as I thought it would be", it stammered. "Ma-make a note I shall never again try to fly into a bosom t-that is protected by an iron ch-ch-chainmail." The evil empress sighed.
The paladin wrapped her arms around her breasts to calm them, panting in exhaustion. "S-stupid tweetie!", she shouted, but in a low voice. "D-did you really think you c-could break a solid iron chainmail, c-crafted by the most talented dwarven blacksmiths of San-"
The Holy Maiden was cut off by a loud bang coming from her chest, followed by the sound of a small metal object rolling over the floor. The Holy Maiden stood still for a few seconds, before she looked down at the chainmail wrapped around her packed bosom. Her eyes almost fell out of her head as she saw a ring was missing at the center of her chest. "N-no way...!"
The grin of the Dark Maiden grew into eerie dimensions. "Hehe, looks like things are gonna get really fun now, right?" As she looked for her pet though the empress found it sitting next to her on the ground, its whole body slumped. "What's wrong?"
"She called me tweetie", the bird sobbed, hanging its head. "Tweetie…"
While the evil empress picked the bird up to comfort it her sister still looked at the hole in her chainmail in disbelief. Her whole armor rattled and crackled, shaking over her bosom. The small gaps between the rings began to extend, some even began to stick out slightly. "I- impossible!", she screeched. Another loud bang suddenly echoed through the hall, quickly followed by another one. To the maiden's disbelief the iron rings of her chainmail one by one broke off, creating a growing gap in the middle of her bosom. The Holy Maiden shrieked as ring after ring was shot through the throne room. The more pressure was released the further her breasts reached out from her, flowing through the gap that formed on its front. Firm cleavage squeezed through it as her flesh spread out, the bruised skin smoothing in the fresh air. While the tear extended upwards pretty fast, revealing a growing amount of her bosom, only a few rings popped off downwards, creating an almost pointed tip. Between the bangs one could hear her linen top shredding apart, some pieces falling out of the growing gap from time to time. After a while it wasn't enough anymore for her bust to break her mail ring by ring, but instead began to shoot off larger pieces: Two connected rings, three connected rings, five connected rings, eight connected rings, and so on. The tear in her chainmail ripped higher and larger, showing off a deep and firm cleavage as it revealed the top of her bosom. Feeling the flesh spill out of her chainmail the Holy Maiden almost dropped to her knees, barely able to fight down the impulses that were going through her. She couldn't hold back though a roaring moan that sounded like the rutting call of a wild animal. The paladin's head shined bright red, silently cursing her behaviour.
As the popping of metal began to slow down she nervously looked at her chainmail. Around her neck it was still intact, but where her breasts bulged out there was a large heart-shaped tear, and a pair of fleshy, wobbling pumpkins inside it. She whimpered at the size of her humungous hooters, each already a tad bigger than her sister's – and still growing. The amount of skin exposed was also horrendous and far above what the dress code of her Order allowed: The tear went from below her shoulders in a soft curve over the slopes of her breasts, barely covering her nipples as it ended in a sharp peak slightly above the end of her bosom, showing off more than a foot of squeezing cleavage. Despite the size of the tear her breasts were still rather conserved inside the chainmail, the free flesh spilling an entire inch over the edges and almost reaching up to her chin. And as her breasts continued to push outward she could watch them rise steadily higher, swelling outwards, piling up and breaking more rings from her chainmail. A few remnants of her under-top rested scattered between her mail and her bosom, tickling her sensitive skin a little as the swelling caused them to move slightly. More and more her back buckled under the weight it had to carry, and only their sensitivity stopped the maiden from holding her breasts up with her arms. The top of her pink areola came into sight as her chainmail slowly glided lower, moving over her bulging bosom. When her heavy mounds were just noticeably larger than those of the Dark Maiden no more rings popped off her chainmail. A few seconds later and the only movements her breasts made came from her breathing. "Well, guess the fun's over now –at least for us", the Dark Maiden laughed. The bird flew from its mistress' hand as she crossed her arms below her breasts, causing them to spill a little further through the bodice of her corset. "But you still have a lot more pleasure to discover, sis. Shall we give you a hand at it?"
The paladin stared at the ground, panting. Her chainmail creaked at every of her breaths, the giant swells of flesh inside it quaking at every move. The evil empress took much joy in watching her sister's bust sway and wobble while almost spilling out of her armor, so much that she didn't notice she was reaching for her sword. "I… I…", the Holy Maiden stuttered. Her fingers found the knob of her sword, and quickly embraced it. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU", she screamed, jumping on her feet. More rings popped off as she charged at the Dark Maiden, raising the blade over her head.
"Wha- wait!", the Dark Maiden screamed, her own breasts bouncing as she backed off. She had not expected her sister to recover so fast. Unfolding her arms she held them in front of her face, closing her eyes as the paladin swung her sword. Just as it was about to hit her head and split it in two a gleam suddenly appeared around both women. Two blue bubbles of energy popped up, engulfing them and keeping the paladin from slicing her sister apart as the two force fields pushed each other back. Before any of the maidens knew what was happening they were thrown backwards into opposite directions, the hall and their bosoms shaking as both crashed into a wall. The bodice of the Dark Maiden broke apart, leading her corset to open completely and reveal her naked grey orbs. Immediately she put her arms around her bosom to hide at least her more intimidate areas, blushing while she wondered if she should moan in pleasure or groan in pain from the impact. Simultaneously the Holy Maiden's chainmail broke at the bottom, the lower slopes of her breasts dangling as they were suddenly revealed. An array of iron rings danced over the floor, her armor having broken so far only two triangle-shaped parts covered her bosom around her breast warts and at the sides. Aside from that one could gaze at every detail of the paladin's firm rack, from their round form to the squeezing valley between them, each sphere around the size of a large pumpkin and looking almost as solid as one. "Ugh… w-what was that?", the paladin asked, rubbing her aching head(and trying to ignore her tingling bust).
Still covering herself the Dark Maiden grabbed the sides of her corset. "Beats me", she said as she pulled the leather back over her curves, trying to knot the broken strings back together.
"Jeez, don't you girls know anything about sorcery?", the bird asked annoyed. The two maidens watched as it flew to the throne and sat down on top of it, next to the bowl with the chestnuts. "Stackable curses become more effective if casted multiple times on the same target because they absorb mana from the environment"; it began to explain. "The more stacks, the more mana is absorbed, and the more effective the curse is. But at the same time this leads the body of the cursed to radiate mana itself, and the more stacks are added the more concentrated the emission becomes. If a certain amount is passed a magical field will form around the cursed. And it's one of the BASICS of magic that magical fields of the same kind automatically repel each other if they get too close."
"You mean like magnets?", its mistress asked.
"What's a magnet?"
"…You don't know what a magnet is and scold us for not knowing about the repelling attributes of stackable curses?"
"I'm a talking bird, not a talking lexicon, okay?"
The Holy Maiden slowly dragged herself up the wall, careful not to lose balance. "D-don't think that will stop me!", she shouted, pointing her sword at the Dark Maiden. "I-", she paused a moment because the swaying of her breasts irritated her "I will lift his curse and-"
"That's impossible", the Dark Maiden cut her off, closing the first string of her corset. "I called a shaman and a priest to inspect that curse already. Both told me that it can't be lifted, but will only perish over time."
The Holy Maiden snorted, half amused, half angry. "Yeah, maybe for some hillbillies from the end of the world! The priests in the Order will surely-"
"Actually", the Dark Maiden interrupted her again "The shaman is a sage with thousands of followers all around the world who has come to this calm region to meditate, and the priest was a former arch priest who was sent here into exile as the result of a political intrigue."
A bit baffled the Holy Maiden stared at her sister. "…How long?", she asked after a while.
The Dark Maiden shrugged. "For me, they estimated around ten years."
"WHAT?!" The Dark Maiden almost jumped in rage. "I will NOT wait ten years to kill you!", she shouted, now fully ignoring the wild movements of her chest. "And I will not walk around with these damn things for so long! I…I…" She paused, looking like she had remembered something. "Wait… I've got it!", she screamed. "I'll just brew the potion of infinite possibilities and wish the curse would be gone!"
Still fumbling on her corset the Dark Maiden rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, that potion that grants any wish is just a…"
"SHUT UP! I have to remember the ingredients." The Holy Maiden began to move up and down, causing her breasts to do the same. "Okay, first I need the blood of an amazon queen, taken from a wound pierced with her own crown. Then I have to get the horns of a hundred minotaurs, cut off with a sacred sword, as well as the beard of the strongest dwarf, and then… Wait, how shall I know which dwarf is the strongest?... I know, I'll just kill a few hundreds of their elite soldiers and take all their beards! All right, once I have everything I just need to stir the ingredients with a scepter from the treasure of the giants inside the holy well of the elven capitol during full moon, drink a sip from the mixture and state my wish. Then my boobs will shrink down to normal size again and I can finally purify your soul by slicing your body apart!"
Standing up from the ground the Dark Maiden shook her head. She was about to tell her sister this magical elixir was nothing but a myth, a tale mothers told their children as bedtime stories, but then frowned. "Wait, did you say the blood of an amazon queen, the horns of a hundred minotaurs, the beard of the strongest dwarf, the treasure of the giants and the well in the elven capitol?"
"Yes, why?"
"Oh, just asking." She held back a giggle, turning her head away from her sister so she wouldn't see her grin. "Actually, you are quite lucky: The kingdoms of all these are in direct neighborhood to my empire. If you depart immediately, you might even make it to the country of amazons before dawn."
But her sister had already "bounced" out of the room. Shortly afterwards the empress and her pet could hear the neighing of her horse, followed by the quick clapping of hooves.
"Not shabby, my dear", the little bird complimented its mistress. It set up from the throne, flying circles through the hall for a while before it sat back down on its perch. "Especially telling her the curse is impossible to lift."
"It wasn't a complete lie", she grinned. "They said it would go away after ten years by itself. She just doesn't need to know they both offered me an immediate cure, which is just way too expensive for me."
"Do you think she'll find out?"
Smiling confidently the dark empress closed the last strings of her leather corset. Her bust hopped a little as she victoriously stuck out her chest. "If she hasn't changed from back when we were kids, she will first try out every ridiculous legend about ultimate items of unlimited super-blah and go on a wild rampage through half of the world before she begins to think. And from all the tales I've heard about her, I think she's still much like back when we were kids." The empress strode through the room, suddenly strangely proud of the slight bounces her breasts made with every step. "Give message to my generals: They shall send troops to the countries once my sister is done with them and eliminate the remaining resistances!"
"How many soldiers shall they sent?", the bird asked. The Dark Maiden walked over to a window. At the path that led up to her castle she could watch her sister galloping away on her horse at a fast pace. Even from the distance she could see the rage in her ride, and for a moment even believed to see her breasts bouncing up and down as she rode.
"Five should be enough", she smirked. "But tell them we also need new guards for the gate."

# Curse of the Holy Maiden by ~I3reacl

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / Erotic / Short Stories©2012-2013 ~I3reacl
Mature Content
Sequel to "The dark side of BE" [link] , even though the main character from it doesn't get BE'd this time.
Originally I intented to let the paladin's entire armor break, but eventually found that would have been a bit over-the-top.
Of course it's not any more realistic if a chainmail breaks from the pressure of a pair of rapidly growing boobs, but it seems more plausible, doesn't it?
Enjoy^^
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~Icyshadowlord Apr 11, 2012
I wonder which one will win in the end, dark boobs or light boobs .w.'
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~I3reacl Apr 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer
In any case it's a win for boobs
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~Icyshadowlord Apr 12, 2012
True. And even though the evil sister was the main character, I kinda hope the paladin wins .w.'
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~babermirza Mar 5, 2012
Hah. Another good one!
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~logan445 Feb 29, 2012
Ah the power of boobs, am i right!
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~I3reacl Mar 1, 2012 Hobbyist Writer
The most powerful force in the universe^^
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~logan445 Mar 9, 2012
Now all you need is the ppower of amazing crearive names cause no offense but this doesnt really make par
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~I3reacl Mar 10, 2012 Hobbyist Writer
Doesn't make par=doesn't make sense? And do you mean the name of the story or the namelessness of the characters?
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~logan445 Mar 11, 2012
Title idk what you could do but im just saying that the title only semi works but maybe im a stickler srry
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~I3reacl Mar 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer
No you're right, the title is stupid^^
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~logan445 Mar 13, 2012
thx for understanding
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~Ruhanga Feb 24, 2012
Oh boy here comes the engineer.
For iron to actually break and not just bend or change shape, it needs to be under pressure of about 150 MegaPascals (If we say it is only vertical force with no momentum). This is 150 Newtons per cube-millimeter. Well there is more to it, it is hard to say anything concrete without exact cross-section study and such, but to illustrate this to you, let me give you an example. Let's say you have a hand of 14 cm long and 7 cm wide. This is 98 cube-centimeters. 150 MPa on this hand would equal to having someone putting about 150 TONS of weight on said hand.
So yeah, I know this is a fantasy story of women growing big breasts but then again, I'm an engineer.
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~I3reacl Feb 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer
Well, what am I supposed to say now? I am completely aware of how unrealistic it is, but as you already said this is a BE story, so everything that's sexy makes sense
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~ChaosEcho Feb 24, 2012
So it seems the Holy Maiden has incredibly powerful boobs. I see nothing wrong here.
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!JasonXX225 Feb 23, 2012
fun read hope it was butted mail
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~I3reacl Feb 23, 2012 Hobbyist Writer
Thanks, though I'm not quite sure what exactly butted mail is...
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!JasonXX225 Feb 24, 2012
right chainmail there are two/ three varients butted where there is four open rings threaded through a solid ring and then bent together till the two ends meet. Rivited ring mail (similar but overlap and a rivet is put through to secure it, then finally flat section riveted which is some of the best armour of its type craftable
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~formorian5 Feb 24, 2012
Butted mail is made by taking the open rings, threading them together, heating the tips, and pressing the tips together to make a solid, smooth ring. This is opposed to riveted mail, where the tips are flattened sideways, holes are made in the flattened part, they are threaded into the mail, the ring is squased until the holes line up, and a small, hot piece of metal is placed in the holes and flattened to seal it. Butted mail is weaker, but smoother and less irritating than riveted, which has the hard edges of the flattened parts and the rivets.
By the way, all of this was completely taken from Google searches, so in addition to the awesome, sexy, and funny story, thanks for spurring me to learn about armor crafting techniques.
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~I3reacl Feb 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer
Thanks, both for the info and the praise
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~ChaosEcho Feb 22, 2012
Yes! Like somahiru up there, the other was my favorite of yours! And now you did a sequel!
Made my day.
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~I3reacl Feb 23, 2012 Hobbyist Writer
Cosidering you write a Fantasy BE story yourself I suppose you like this kind of scenario
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~ChaosEcho Feb 23, 2012
Yeah, man. And this chapter is helped quite a bit by the fact that chicks in armor are hot.
Anyway
I'm kind of wondering what kind of genetics led to the Dark Maiden having gray skin and white hair and the Holy Maiden being normal for both.
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~I3reacl Feb 23, 2012 Hobbyist Writer
Gray skin, white hair and unnatural eye-colours are typical traits for people who grow up in evil kingdoms due to the air being polluted by the magic from demon summonings, dark spells and so on. When the holy maiden was younger she had thos traits too, but during her time as a paladin she was often under the influence of holy light which cleared the "smog" out of her body, and therefore her body slowly changed into a more natural appearance. She's stuck with the red eyes though.
And yes, chicks in armors are hot
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~ChaosEcho Feb 23, 2012
...I actually can't tell if you had that thought out ahead of time or just made it up now to answer my question.
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~I3reacl Feb 23, 2012 Hobbyist Writer
half-half
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