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Curse of the Dark MaidenOnce upon a time in a world that is not ours, there was a dark, deserted wasteland far away from any kind of civilisation. In the most outside corner of that wasteland stood a huge, rocky mountain, surrounded by an eternal thunderstorm. No sunshine ever reached the ground there – the only plants that grew here were dead trees and grey grass. Truly, it was the most unpleasant place in the entire world, a place no human would have ever wanted to live at. Nevertheless, a big Gothic castle had been built on top of that mountain, seemingly inhabited aside from the swarms of night creatures that resided here.
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## Curse of the Dark Maiden

- by ~I3reacl, Mar 8, 2011, 4:01:38 AM
- Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / Erotic / Short Stories

Once upon a time in a world that is not ours, there was a dark, deserted wasteland far away from any kind of civilisation. In the most outside corner of that wasteland stood a huge, rocky mountain, surrounded by an eternal thunderstorm. No sunshine ever reached the ground there – the only plants that grew here were dead trees and grey grass. Truly, it was the most unpleasant place in the entire world, a place no human would have ever wanted to live at. Nevertheless, a big Gothic castle had been built on top of that mountain, seemingly inhabited aside from the swarms of night creatures that resided here.
But behind its crumbling walls a great danger was about to rise, threatening the world in a way no man would have ever been able to imagine…
And even if, no one would have taken him serious…
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The heavy gates to the throne room swung open, creaking miserably in their rusty hinges. Through the old door a contrarily young woman entered the hall, her long bleak hair fluttering slightly as she walked with furious steps over the ripped up red carpet. „This sucks!", she yelled, her violet eyes beaming with anger. The ashen skin of her body was covered by not more than a black leather strap tied around her chest, alongside a matching pair of black boots and small panties on her lower end. „I finally manage to find a demon lord who is capable of destroying the world, but when I arrive at his prison, a hero has already slain him!
Behind her, in a solemn distance, a little black bird flew into the castle, following the path of its mistress. „I told you!", it said, the dark peak moving relatively synchronous to its words. „If we had taken the shortcut through the swamps of agony, we would have been faster!"
Standing in front of her old stone throne the evil teenager turned around. „Oh, be quiet!", she shouted, dropping her cute little butt onto the seat cushion - like the rest of the castle, it was reeking and uncomfortable. "Why am I stuck with you anyway? Other villains have bats, ravens or snakes as their sidekicks, but what do I get? A canary bird!"
The bird sat down on the throne's right arm rest, glaring at its mistress. „Hey, I do look evil!", it protested. „Don't you see my pitch-black feathers and gleaming red eyes?" Taking in a deep breath it fluffed up its little body, spreading its wings out as far as possible.
The villainess' violet eyes examined the slightly blown-up bird. „You still look like a tweetie."
Hearing her words the bird slumped down. „Tweetie", it sobbed.
The young villainess gently took the feather ball into her hands, stroking its tiny head. „I'm sorry, my little companion of darkness", she softly whispered into its ear. Her lips then brushed over the neck of the small animal, the soft kiss boasting its self-confidence. „I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." As the dark maiden reached out her hand the bird flew off, chirping a gleeful tune. „I just wish one of my evil plans would finally work", she mumbled to herself. Putting her elbow on the right armrest she leaned her head onto her fist. While she watched her pet circle around her head, the villainess bumped against something with her arm. Throwing a glance at the armrest she spotted a bowl full of roasted chestnuts lying on it – cold roasted chestnuts, but still tasty looking ones.
Not minding a snack she picked up a chestnut, and threw it into her mouth. The bird in the meantime had sat down on a peck next to the throne. „Don't be so harsh on yourself!", it told her. "Or worse, on me. You're just eighteen – you still got your whole life to build up an evil empire and conquer the world."
After chewing a bit on the chestnut the dark maiden gulped it down, taking another one from the bowl. „But my mother already ruled an entire country when she was fourteen!", she countered.
„Yeah, because she was a princess who had murdered her entire family…"
„And my father had his own arch-nemesis at my age!", she yelled. "You hear me? A friggin' arch-nemesis! Everything I got are rats pestering this ruins I call home!"
„Now now, I wouldn't say the castle is in such a bad shape."
A piece of the ceiling then crashed into the floor.
„Oh come on, you did this on purpose!", the bird shouted upwards.
Putting her legs over one armrest and her back over the other one the villainess lay sideways on her throne. „This is all so hopeless!", she mourned, putting the bowl on her belly. "I live in the most deserted place of the planet, lacking any kind of plans or weapons to take over the world – I don't even have cookies! I'm a bad bad guy! A worse guy! Or just a guy."
„I favor 'guy', it describes both your lack of evilness as well as feminine curvature." The bird ducked as a chestnut flew in its direction. „But speaking of it, why don't you just hire some guys to help you out?", it asked. "There are dozens of unemployed young men in the world waiting for a job!"
She put a nut between her teeth. „I dunno", she began after a while, crunching the nut. „I'd prefer to conquer the world myself. I mean anybody can build up an evil empire with the help of hundreds of underlings – where's the accomplishment in that? Also, putting my mother and all the witches in the world aside, being evil is a pretty masculine domain. I wanna show a woman is also capable of conquering the world without the help of any men."
The black canary bird of doom (scientific name, or at least it says so) shrugged. „Your decision. But I swear, just set up an announcement saying a lovely young maiden of darkness searches for evil minions, and they will be swarming the place to work for you!"
„Aww, that's sweet!", the evil teen smiled.
„Unless you put a picture into it." This time, the nut hit.
Silence fell over the hall. The only sounds came from the wind blowing through the rifts in the walls, and the villainess chewing on her chestnuts. „Those are really good!", she said after a while. „Where did you get them?"
„From a suspicious looking tradesman in a black coat", the bird replied, shifting its head. "I got them for a low price since they are cursed."
„Good job!", she complimented her pet, throwing another chestnut into her mouth. „We need to be careful on our expenses, especially since or income is quite--"
Spitting the nut out of her mouth she returned her body to an upright position, throwing the bowl on the ground. „They are WHAT?", she screamed.
„Don't worry", the bird tried to calm its pale-faced mistress. „I don't know what curse it is, but he assured me it was no lethal one."
"Oh, that's a relief!", she said, rolling her eyes. "I'll be very grateful that I'm alive after I've turned into a frog, or get red spots all over my body, or… or suddenly become a good person!" That last thought send a shiver down her spine.
The bird shook its head. "Now come on, how bad of a curse can be inside some chestnuts?"
Before she could respond a dizziness overcame the evil youngster. „My head…", she mourned, putting a hand on her forehead. The bird watched as its mistress shifted uncomfortably around on her throne, some tears of sweat forming on her face. „Is it getting hotter in here?", she wondered, panting a little. Her sight was getting blurry, and she felt like she was losing consciousness. „Wh-what's happening?", she screamed, clenching her fingernails into the throne. Panic and fear were overcoming her, her whole body paralysed by a strange sensation that build up inside her. „Help meeeeeee-!"
The dark maiden thrust her body forward, groaning from the sick feeling inside her. A bit shocked she felt her leather strap was a bit tighter than before, as if the thrust had thrown her chest forward. Even more shocked she then noticed her piece of "clothing" was getting even smaller, before she broke out in complete hysteria when realising what was going on.
"W-what?" Her grey cheeks turned a little red, both her and the bird's eyes nearly popping out of their heads: The villainess' plain, even chest began to balloon out from her body, forming two small bumps inside her leather strap. Soon, the outer roundings of her freshly shaped breasts poked out beyond it, the distance between them steadily closing. The tighter the strap grew the more uncomfortable the villainess began to feel, though she also began to feel more comfortable – she couldn't really tell herself what she felt: On one hand, the leather strap was strained on her body, growing painfully small. On the other hand…
"Uh…" Waggling around on the throne the dark maiden ground her teeth. More sweat formed on her body, though the heat inside it had mainly subsided. As the flesh pressed forcefully against her leather strap she felt a rising tingle coming from her chest, her blush growing deeper with each pound that was added to her bosom. At grapefruit-size she had to press her thighs together from the subtle pleasure.
After a while, she could scratch the "subtle" from that sentence.
Her growth then got stuck as her strap shared no more room to stretch, so the pressure inside it rapidly increased. Flesh was pouring over every of its sides, looking like her bosom tried to eat the leather up. Worse was that her breasts pressed against each other, their squeezing almost forcing a moan out of the evil maiden. Knowing she couldn't handle much more she quickly leaned forward. She moved her hands to her back, fumbling around on the lock of her leather strap - it couldn't really be called a lock though, since it was just a bunch of strings holding the strap together.
With some effort she managed to open one of the knots. Immediately her breasts shot forward, blowing up to CD-size. Her bosom wobbled up and down, but was still overgrowing her leather strap's limitations. Also, the sudden bounce did not cooperate well with her new sensitivity, the future empress feeling like she was exploding from lust. To ensure this or any other embarrassing event wouldn't happen she threw all her inner feelings out in a loud scream. The old castle shook under her intense moans, some rubbish falling off the roof and onto the dirty carpet. Her breasts showed no signs of stopping though, so her hands went back to her "lock" and removed another string.
Again her breasts jolted forward, this time going up to the size of her head. The flesh lapped over her ribcage, joyfully jiggling inside its tiny cover. It was now loose enough for her bosom to keep a spherical shape, though the constant swelling hinted this wouldn't go on too long. Still feeling overwhelmed with the situation the villainess didn't dare to touch herself, staring silently into her cleavage – though she felt quite exhausted, she fought against the impulse to pant, fearing her "top" would burst off from her breathing.
As she looked down on her growing rack, a strand of her hair suddenly fell out behind her ear, brushing her grey curves. Her breasts were still wobbling a little, which caused the hairs to slightly move over her bosom. Her whole body shook at the fine touch, causing the vibrations to grow stronger. Sensitive like a mimosa she believed to feel every single hair stroking over her bust, her lips quivering as she held back another moan. To make it worse, the pressure inside her strap was again rising to alarming degrees, sending both pain and pleasure through her young body.
Once more her hands moved to her back, opening another string. This time, her breasts surged only slightly forward, standing at the size of big honey melons. Quickly she tucked her hair behind her ear, just in time so the bounces wouldn't hit it. Her bosom seemed squishy and soft in its jiggles, looking like a mass of gelatinous goo. But when the movements went down it didn't sag one bit on her body, the round shape of her assets perfectly visible from all ankles. She didn't really notice (or care) about any of this though: Pulling her legs towards her body – careful not to touch her breasts with them – the evil woman tried not to shiver, knowing her bust would answer to every little vibration. No matter what she did though, the fact that her breasts were still growing ensured she would eventually board the train that led to total embarrassment. It would stop at heavenly pleasure and amazing daydreams on the way, but the final destination would still be total embarrassment.
Slowly, her breasts were flowing out from her body, spilling over every side of the leather. The small strap lay on her bust like a thin belt, barely able to cover a decent amount of her grey milkjugs. Her mind was short before collapsing from the sensation inside her, and her overflowing neckline was short before touching her chin: Restrained by the leather strap, her breasts looked like deformed apple pies. Hesitant at first, but then very harshly she fumble around her back once more.When she didn't manage to open a knot she just ripped the strings apart, leaving only one to hold the piece of leather together.
Her liberated breast flesh fired forward, almost ripping the strap apart. A sound like that of a bass drum emerged from her falling bust, the volleyball-sized meat buns soundly bouncing up to her face. Their restless jumping and waves they sent through her body hindered the villainess to notice that her growth was slowing down considerably: The tightness of her leather strap only increased by a little, forming a slight ditch on her otherwise perfectly globular bustline. Before the bouncing had completely rolled out her expansion was already over, though it took a while before this got to her mind. Still feeling a bit labile the dark maiden could see the top of her bosom being on height with her chin, the grey mass going up and down from her breathing. Both she and the bird looked silently at her newly endowed body, completely at loss for a any words. It took a long time before the bird finally spoke up again:
„Um, you got milk…"
The villainess gulped. „Yeah…"
„You were hit late by puberty…"
„Yeah…"
„You have two stunning arguments for every discussion."
"Yeah…"
„You could win the prize for the biggest water melons in any-"
„ALL RIGHT MY BOOBS ARE HUGE, I GOT IT!" Thrown a little off by her outburst the grey girl grabbed her armrests, tilting around on her throne. „Chestnuts, my ass", she groaned. Her eyes were full of disgust as the feminist looked down on her bloated breasts. "Looks like the work of a warlock with an incredibly bad sense of humor!"
„Can you move?", the bird asked.
Slowly, the villainess pushed herself off from the throne, rising to her feet. „Yeah", she said, standing more or less secure on both legs. She wanted to take a step forward, but her heavy chest threw her off balance. Wavering her arms through the air she fell backwards, landing on her throne again. The impact nearly caused her breasts to jiggle out of their tiny cover. „Partly, at least", she mourned, glaring evilly at her bosom.
From its perch, the bird closely examined its mistress' firm rack. „They look kind of stiff", he remarked as her breasts stopped bouncing. "Aside from their tendency to jump around at every of your moves, I mean."
The villainess also noticed this. "Wait a second." A bit hesitant she rose her hands, slowly pressing them into her breasts. Numerous sensations overwhelmed her as she squished her balloon bust together. Her body felt both like it was flying up to the sky, while at the same being drowned in a deep sea. "Th-they are a little b-bit resistant", she stuttered, swallowing her lust down. "B-but in c-comparison, I g-g-guess they are s-still rather s-s-soft…"
„Good enough for me", the bird said, setting off from its perch. Quick like like a talon it shot down towards her breasts, the evil maiden shrieking as it dived into her cleavage. Between her wobbling breasts then the head of the black bird appeared, seemingly content in its position. "A bit tight, but it should do as a nest."
"What do you think you are doing?!", the villainess shouted, shocked at her pet's behaviour. The bird looked up towards her face.
"Making myself comfortable", it replied. "You got a problem with that?"
"Of course I do!", she screamed, standing up from her throne.
"Hey hey, watch your moves!", the bird yelled, going up and down inside her bosom. "I'm quite sensitive."
"Oh yeah? Then how about THIS!?" Putting her hands back on her breasts the evil maiden pressed them together. The bird choked as it was squeezed between her mammaries, its eyes popping a little out of its head. The pressure caused a turmoil inside the villainess, but she kept pushing on her cheeky canary bird. Aware of its mistress' inner struggle it pulled its wings out of her cleavage. This already put her in quite a prickle, but it got even worse when the bird began to move them over her bosom. Her composure visibly wavered as the fine feathers brushed over her skin, while a goose-bump formed on her entire body. Nevertheless the villainess pressed stronger on her bosom, which in return led the bird to accelerate its wing movements.
"Give it up!", it screamed with a hoarse voice. „You damage yourself more than me!"
„Say that after I've pulled your bloody remnants out of my cleavage!" With all her might the vilainness squeezed her breasts together. The deformed piles of meat spilled up to her chin once more, burning with prickles. Being completely surrounded by breast flesh the bird was utterly immobilised, unable to do anything but helplessly waggle inside her bust. This aroused her even more, almost causing the young woman to faint from the increasing sensation. Her eyes rolled up, her breathing got harder, her whole body felt like it wasn't hers – she could already see the final destination rolling closer.
Suddenly, she began to smile.
From her smiling lips then a slight giggle emerged, slowly growing louder: The lustful sensation in her body had abruptly turned into harmless tickling. Her chuckle eventually burst out into massive laughter, and she let go of her breasts. Finally free the bird took in a deep breath, but stayed inside the cleavage. Laughing like a wild hyena its mistress then fell to the ground, holding her stomach. The little bird was shaken and jolted inside her cleavage, which only added to her tickle and laughter. The leather strap wind and tore on her jiggling breasts, its last holder almost ripping apart.
After a while her laughter came to a halt. The evil maiden was panting in exhaustion, her breasts going up and down while their weight pressed on her torso. Lying on her back she looked up to the holes inside the roof, seeing the dark clouds in the sky.
"So, shall we search for a way to break your curse?", the bird asked, still tucked between her breasts.
Crossing her legs the villainess put her arms behind her head, still smiling. "Nah, I think I have a better idea."
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King Julian sat on his throne, bored like always. "I should start a war again soon", he decided. "There are rumors about imps terrorizing a country in the east. I could use this to justify a crusade and-"
His thoughts were cut off when somebody knocked on the door.
"I do not wish any interruptions!", the king shouted. Despite his declaration though the gates swung open, revealing a quite unusual visitor.
"Well hello there, your majesty", the villainess smiled. One hand on her hip, the other one behind her back she walked over to his throne, making wide, slow steps. King Julian closely watched her coming nearer – needless to say where his attention was drawn to.
"Wh-what do you want?", he asked, shifting around on his throne. His pupils went up and down as they followed the bounces of her breasts. "Are you an intruder?"
An amused laugh sounded through the throne-room. "Yes, I am", the dark maiden replied, her smile as sweet as honey. "And to answer your question: I wanna take your crown."
Shocked by those words the king pressed his back against the throne. "Guards!", he screamed, still focused on her barely covered bosom though.
Nothing happened. "Oh, don't worry", she told him, climbing up the steps to his throne. "I've made sure none of your rude little guards is gonna bother us♥"
"What did you do to them?", he shouted, his voice shaking both from the intensity of this situation.
Standing directly before his throne the villainess looked down on King Julian, her smile devilishly cute. "The same thing I'm gonna do to you." She put her knee onto his lap, leaning closely against his body. "I'll grant you the most wonderful last five seconds of your life."
The king didn't really listen to her words, completely distracted by the massive cleavage hanging into his face. Slowly then it disappeared from his sight, getting replaced by the villainess' unnaturally coloured, but still very pretty face. She moved her mouth towards the king's, their lips gradually getting closer to each other.
As he closed his eyes in anticipation of a kiss, she pulled the frying pan out from her back and smacked it across his head.
Unconscious the king sagged into his throne, a dumb expression on his face. "Or at least the most wonderful last five seconds outside of my jail", she chuckled, whirling her frying pan. Between her breasts then the little black bird appeared, holding a piece of paper and a small quill. Its movements lured a giggle out of the villainess.
„That's four countries down", it declared, scratching a name from the list. "Only ninety-six to go!"
Throwing the frying pan aside the evil maiden put her hands on her bosom. „See? I don't need hundreds of minions to conquer the world – I'm content with two."

# Curse of the Dark Maiden by ~I3reacl

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / Erotic / Short Stories©2011-2013 ~I3reacl
Mature Content
This is a story I thought off a few months ago. Seeing how long it took me to write this it seems a bit short^^
One point of the story was to improve my ability to describe BE when the expanded is wearing almost no clothes. Most of my expansions focus around the effects the growing breasts have on the clothes, so I thought it would be a little challenge to write a story with a practically nude main character. Didn't turn out quite as I hoped, but I guess that's nothing new to me by now.
Also, I tend to give my characters no names lately. You think that's okay, or does it make the story too confusing?
On a last note, this story had no real name until right before I uploaded it, so it turned out pretty random XD
Enjoy
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~Omniadas18 Aug 30, 2012
didn't she feed one of those nuts to the bird and isn't the bird male what would happen?
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~I3reacl Sep 1, 2012 Hobbyist Writer
Good question, what would happen if a male bird ate it?
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...probably nothing XD
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!somahiru Jun 22, 2011 Student General Artist
*claps* what I can say, I really loved this story! an interest setting! also loved the nameless Dark Princess!
...even you got me in mood to draw and I drew her.
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~I3reacl Jun 23, 2011 Hobbyist Writer
Sweet Any chance I might see that picture?
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~Musetry Mar 18, 2011
Pfft, with minions like that, two is certainly enough. XD I really liked this one! Unique perspective, and the growth was well described.
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~I3reacl Mar 19, 2011 Hobbyist Writer
Thanks, that's the only thing that's important to me^^
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!Weirderal Mar 9, 2011
Excellent story! The few clothes to begin with was definitely a good idea, and my opinion on names v. no names is that it's working fine. If you have 10 characters, but each one is just 'the something" and "the other thing", that's fine, but if you need more than a few words to refer to each one, definitely add names.
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~I3reacl Mar 10, 2011 Hobbyist Writer
Thanks I guess you're right, it's okay as long as one can distinguish the characters.
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~GuyoftheWeek Mar 8, 2011
Unique
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~I3reacl Mar 9, 2011 Hobbyist Writer
Unique as in "good unique" or "weird unique"?
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~GuyoftheWeek Mar 9, 2011
Good "unique".
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~I3reacl Mar 10, 2011 Hobbyist Writer
Thanks then
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~Rabukurafuto Mar 8, 2011 Writer
I enjoyed. I enjoyed greatly. This story was very fun and sexy. I would like to see more about the Dark Maiden, but it does not seem like the type of story that needs a sequel. I love breast expansion fantasy stories; I need to write more myself.
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~I3reacl Mar 8, 2011 Hobbyist Writer
I wouldn't say completely no to a sequel. There are actually some ideas in my mind already. Well, guess we'll have to wait and see if I write them down
Glad you liked it! It's always nice if other authors compliment your work
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~Rabukurafuto Mar 8, 2011 Writer
Yes, that is always nice.
Well, a sequel would be good if you make one
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~10012 Mar 8, 2011
Your descriptive parts are as great as always. It's actually very well made and quite humorous, especially the canary's remark on putting ads. Nice to see how she turned a curse to her advantage, she'll conquer those kingdoms in no time. I always wondered, what is the maximum size that you'd like to see a girl's breasts grow? Until they reach her knees or bigger?
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~I3reacl Mar 8, 2011 Hobbyist Writer
I don't know. In a story, I am actually more interested in the process of expansion itself than the actual end-size. But I prefer if it doesn't get too ridiculously large: so much that it's just imaginable on a real woman would be enough for me. It's not a drama though if it goes a "little bit" over that
Btw thanks for the praise I'm afraid though she'll get in some trouble once she stumbles across the first female rulers^^
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~10012 Mar 8, 2011
I see. So you only go as far as it's necessary for a story. That's cool.
Yes, they are going to be a problem for her. Did she even think that there would be female rulers?
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~I3reacl Mar 9, 2011 Hobbyist Writer
Guess she can just conquer them with the armies from the countries she has already taken over.
Or her sexiness spontaneously convinces them to become bi
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