Author’s note: this is one of my backer driven stories. It is written and posted like one of my poll driven ones, but only the high level Patreon backer who is paying for it gets to see and vote on the polls for what happens next.
Kiara Campbell glanced over her shoulder, looking back at the village of Newbottle. She’d spent her whole life living in the village, residing in a small cottage. Her family’s move from the village out to a farmstead nearby was one she knew was small in the grand scheme of things but had left her feeling as though they would be leaving their home far behind.
Heading to the village on foot to fill a basket with fresh bread and a few sweet treats from the baker hadn’t taken anywhere near as long as she’d feared. As she made her way back to her new home she discovered the trek felt even shorter on the way back.
Maybe our new life won’t be as different as I feared, she thought.
She’d felt nothing but apprehension since her father had used his savings to purchase an abandoned farmstead. He was giving up the security of being a farmhand for another while pulling their family away from the home they’d lived in for longer than Kiara could remember.
The young woman looked around, letting herself look at the pleasant rolling hills and farmlands surrounding her. For the first time since moving to her new home she let herself see how beautiful and peaceful it was away from the crowded bustle of the village.
When she arrived at the farmstead her family now called home she tried to look at it with fresh eyes as well. When her father first brought her to it she’d been horrified. The place had been abandoned for years and to her eyes had looked little more than dilapidated ruins.
In a surprisingly short time her father, with a little help from some of his closest friends, had fixed up the small home at the center of the farmstead. Seeing it now, looking almost as though it was freshly constructed, she realized how little work the place had needed.
I should have more faith in my father, she as she spotted him on the roof. The man was finishing up patching a hole that had gone overlooked till the previous night. It had rained then for the first time since they moved in, revealing the hole in their home’s common room.
The sky had cleared that morning but looking past her father she could see a fresh storm heading their way. The dark clouds concerned her little. She’d never minded rain and knew the deluge of moisture would be good for the initial crops her father had managed to plant.
“Hello, Father,” Kiara called out, waving to him.
“Hello, daughter,” the man replied as he wiped sweat from his brow. He seemed to notice the approaching clouds for the first time as he did. “I suppose we’ll find out tonight if I’ve done a good job,” he called down to his daughter.
“I’m sure you’ve done just fine,” she called up to him. “Look, Father, I’ve brought you a treat,” she added holding up her basket. “Freshly baked bread and some of your favorite sweet treats from the baker!”
“What a wonderful daughter I have,” he called down as he gathered his tools and began tossing them off the roof onto a pile of hay.
Once he had climbed down she brought him the basket. “I wish there was something more I could do to help today,” she told him as he grabbed the loaf of bread and ripped off a piece.
The man smiled kindly at her as he finished chewing what was in his mouth. “It’s not a young woman’s place to help with such matters. You’ve already done all the work that’s to be done setting up our home, from now on you can help most by staying out of the way.”
“If that’s what you think is best,” she told her father. She put the basket down and looked around. “May I go investigate that barn over there?” she asked. “I know you’ve not begun work on it yet. I’d like to get a good look to compare when you’re done repairing it.”
Her father nodded. “Sure, as long as you promise to be careful. And don’t do anything unladylike while you’re out there,” he added, pinching one of her cheeks.
“I promise,” she said, pulling away.
As she made her way towards the abandoned barn she rubbed her cheek. It had been a great many years since she’d enjoyed the painful act of endearment her father loved so much.
I’m a woman grown but I suspect he still sees me only as his little girl… She sighed heavily, unsure how she felt about that. She knew once her father stopped thinking of her that way he’d begin pushing her into marriage. The idea of finding a partner to make a life with still filled her with confusing, mixed feelings.
There were plenty of girls in the village about her age who had moved onto that part of their lives. “All of them much more attractive than me,” she muttered, kicking a rock.
Kiara knew her face was not unappealing, but her family’s tan skin left most in a village full of pale-skinned Humans unable to see that. Skin tones darker than the rest of the village had made her family stand out almost as much as the few members of the community who weren’t Human. Yet her difference wasn’t enough to make her exotic or interesting.
Her features, although not ugly, were not attractive enough to draw attention. She’d seen that ofttimes that mattered less than a woman’s body. There too she was lacking.
She was no slender beauty. “Curvy,” her father had once told her when she’d shared her insecurities with him. “Some men adore that,” he continued. Later she’d scoffed at the idea. Although she’d learned her father spoke true, she was the WRONG kind of curvy. When she looked in a mirror she saw a young woman who was too bottom-heavy, pear-shaped with a nearly flat chest.
Thunder sounded in the distance as she arrived at the old barn, pulling her out of her mind and back into the moment. She paid the thunder little attention, shifting her focus away from thoughts of her body to the structure before her.
Like the house she found it was not in as much a state of disrepair as she’d first thought. The structure seemed sound and even after entering and seeing that part of the roof had fallen in she felt the place was safe to explore.
She wandered about for a time, more out of boredom than anything else, taking to kicking at the detritus from the section of the roof that had collapsed. As she kicked a bit of broken roof away it revealed a section of the barn floor that caught her interest. The floorboards there were warped from the water the hole in the roof had allowed in. There seemed to be an open space under them, something hidden in it.
Kiara cleared away the rubble before carefully flattening the skirts of her simple peasant dress so she could kneel by the hidden hole. Peeling away the warped boards was no struggle as they seemed to have been built to be easily removed.
“A hiding place,” she whispered as she looked down into the revealed space. It was only big enough to hide a small chest that had been tucked away inside it. The girl grabbed the chest, excitedly hefting out. It wasn’t large, her best guess putting it at only two feet wide and one tall at most. Nor, she discovered, was it locked.
Outside the barn the sky had darkened as the thick clouds had moved in. Lightning struck again just as rain began to fall.
Kiara stood to get away from the rain now falling through the hole in the roof, taking the chest with her. She thought about bringing the chest back to the house where there would be good lighting to make out the contents more clearly but the thought of having to share this hidden treasure with anyone before she even knew what was inside gave her pause.
She ended up setting it down on a half-rotted table, shoving the rusted tools left resting on it to the floor. Her hands shook as she slowly opened the lid, excited to discover what had been hidden away like this but not important enough to be taken when the previous owners had abandoned the homestead.
Inside she found a book with a red leather cover. She had to struggle in the dim lighting to read the single word pressed into the cover. “It’s a journal,” she whispered once she was able to decipher the word. She didn’t have to worry about trying to read its contents in the dark of the barn, the journal was locked with no sign of a key in the chest.
Kiara set aside the journal and next pulled out a rolled-up piece of parchment. Just as she unrolled it there was a flash of lightning allowing her to see writing in a language she didn’t recognize. A moment later the writing was gone. She quickly decided there had never been writing on it and that the lightning had just helped her eyes play a trick on her.
She rolled the parchment back up and set it beside the journal. There was only one thing left in the chest, a small hand mirror. She pulled it out and inspected it. It had been made with fine craftsmanship far beyond anything her family had ever been able to afford, but beyond that there seemed to be nothing special about it.
As she moved to return it and the other items to the chest lightning flashed again. She saw that she’d been wrong about the chest not containing anything else.
“A ring,” she whispered. “A beautiful ring,” she added as she pulled it out and held it up to inspect. It was made of perfectly polished silver and had a small red gem set on its top. She thought at first the gem was glowing slightly, but the dim illumination was so brief she was left unsure she’d seen it.
Her family had never struggled, but they’d never been wealthy enough to afford something as useless and pretty as the ring she was holding. The thought of having such a bauble excited her and she put the ring on without hesitation.
Kiara reeled as a wave of disorienting warmth rushed out of the ring into her body. It flowed down, lingering at her womanhood. She was left feeling short of breath as she ground her thick thighs together, struggling to understand why she felt so suddenly hot and moist between her legs.
The warmth soon flowed up her body. When it reached her chest it stopped, soaking into her breasts. They were so small they could barely be said to exist, but in that moment Kiara felt they were immense. The heat that had soaked into them was so intense they MUST be larger to contain that much intensity.
She found herself suddenly dizzy. Kiara stumbled, having to grab onto the table for support. The dizziness became a hot haziness that left her head spinning. As that feeling overcame her she felt sleepy, her mind so hazy it had no choice but to withdraw.
Next thing Kiara knew she was lying in her bed. She blinked, confused. She had no memory of how she’d gotten back to the house. Had she passed out and someone carried her there?
Sitting up she found it was dark outside, the light rain of the storm that had just been rolling in much heavier now. The sound of it colliding with the window brought memories back. She remembered returning to the house, the rain pelting her face and soaking her clothing. She’d sneaked the chest in and hidden it in her room. When he encountered her she’d been acting strange. She’d told him she didn’t feel good, fearing he’d discover her new treasures, and headed to bed early.
Upon remembering the chest Kiara reached for her finger. The ring was still there. She sat in the dark, fingering it absentmindedly. Doing so calmed her. It also warmed her in a way she didn’t often feel.
The warmth made her realize she had been sleeping naked. That made her think more about the warmth she felt, a warmth that radiated from her womanhood. She laid back down, slipping her hands between her legs. She rolled over, huddled under the blankets, and touched herself.
She’d masturbated before, although not often. That wasn’t what she did then, it was more light rubbing to work out the warmth she felt. Like a sensual itch that needed scratching and nothing more.
The rubbing made her aware of her nipples. They ached oddly, drawing her attention to them. She rolled onto her back, her hands abandoning her womanhood and going to her chest.
Kiara intended to play with her nipples, hoping that rolling them between her fingers and maybe pinching them a little would help her work out the needy sensation she felt in them.
She didn’t, at least not at first. Upon reaching her small breasts she discovered they felt tender, sore, and perhaps a bit swollen. It reminded her of what sometimes happened when she had her period, but she knew the time was not right for that.
After grabbing them to give them a gentle, easing squeeze she gasped. They were incredibly sensitive! It was a little overwhelming but in a good way.
Soon she was lying under the covers playing with her breasts. She wiggled and moaned in delight. Her hips rocked, her womanhood needing attention. Unwilling to move her hands away from her breasts for long Kiara ended up shoving a spare pillow between her legs so she could hump it while she continued to play with her breasts.
She panted. She moaned. She rose towards climax quicker than she’d ever done so in her life. When she came it was an intense explosion of sexual bliss unlike any she’d ever experienced, so good that it left her wondering why she hadn’t masturbated more often!
It also left her feeling drained.
As soon as she came down from her orgasm she found herself drifting off to sleep, still lazily humping the pillow between her legs as she clung to her small breasts…
* * *
Kiara found herself working as a tavern wench, wearing a low-cut dress that showed off an indecent amount of cleavage. Looking down at herself she was stunned by what she saw. The breasts attached to her chest were massive, looking to her eyes as though each immensely heavy breast was as large as her midsection.
This must be a dream, she thought. My breasts aren’t this large, no Human woman’s breasts could be THIS large. The weight of them was maddening, an ever-present reminder of their indecent, massive size.
The tavern she was wenching in came into focus, the dream world slowly filling out around her. The men in the tavern weren’t like the ones who filled the local common room of her village’s inn. These were crude, evil, filthy-looking men. Brigands and thieves who all ogled her massive breasts with crude, unwelcome greediness.
“I want another drink,” one of the men shouted at her as he pounded an empty mug on the table. “Come wench, filler her up,” he snarled at her, holding the mug up and waving it impatiently at her.
Kiara rushed to the man’s table. She felt certain she had everything she needed to fill the man’s empty mug, but that confused her. She carried no tray full of fresh ale, there was only her. And my breasts, she realized, the dream revealing to her what she was supposed to do.
The man set his mug down and slid it to the edge of the table. “Well, cow?” he asked, licking his lips lecherously while staring at her tits. “Whip a teat out, you fat-uddered cow. I’m thirsty.”
This isn’t a dream, Kiara thought as she leaned over the table. It’s a nightmare!
She lowered her top, letting one of her massive breasts fall free of her dress. The weight of the heavy sack of meat pulling on her from the angle she stood at made her groan in dismay.
How could anyone manage to lug such heavy, gross, fat things around? How could a man find something so repulsive and gross attractive? She didn’t know how but saw it WAS true.
The men around her were openly rubbing their manhoods through their pants as they watched her grab a huge hanging breast and position it above the mug on the table. Many erupted in lewd jeers when she grabbed the bulkiest part of her breasts. Face burning as their verbal abuse continued she squeezed, causing a thick stream of milk to spray from her nipple into the empty mug.
Kiara was not prepared for the intense mix of sensations milking herself caused. She’d not noticed the maddening pressure in the massive breast till it was lessened. The rush of relief left her squeezing her breast harder, working her hands down the meaty bulk to express more milk as quickly as possible.
It felt AMAZING. And it was more than just the relief of pressure, a disturbing rush of sexual pleasure came with it. As she squeezed and squeezed some more she found herself shaking as she unwillingly let slip a lewd moan.
“Listen to the huge-uddered cow moan! She loves a good milking, doesn’t she?”
Kiara’s cheeks flushed hotter with embarrassment. How could these men talk about her like this? She was a woman, not a cow. Why would they say such cruel things? They must be evil men. They WERE evil men. They were enjoying the pain their shameful words were causing her.
“Dumb cow-slut with huge udders,” another of the men called out with a cruel, mocking laugh. “Ynara truly has cursed her with tits so big it’s a wonder she can stand. But we don’t mind, do we, boys? That milk! Most delicious thing in three kingdoms. And the things it does to your cock! I’ve never been as hard as I get after drinking a mug of it. And once I’m upstairs with the whores? I can go all fucking night.”
The crowd cheered, many proclaiming their agreement.
Kiara had filled the mug with milk by that point, leaving her breast feeling oddly deflated and light compared to the other. It left her painfully aware of how full the other was, of the uncomfortable pressure that needed to be released.
“Fill me up next,” a nearby man demanded.
Kiara went to him, one tit hanging out of her top with the engorged nipple still leaking milk. She whipped her other breast out and leaned over the man’s table, aiming her nipple at the empty mug. Once more she squeezed, spraying thick jets of milk into the empty cup.
“I’ll help you along,” the man said, grinning at her in a way that sent a cold shiver down her spine. The dream world filled out more, bringing “memories” of her dream life to her. The tavern was part of a whore house. She was not required to whore for these awful men, but she did have to endure their unwelcome touches when she was serving them.
The man, knowing she couldn’t tell him no, grabbed the base of the breast dangling over his partially filled mug of milk. He grabbed her tit tighter than she would have, making her yelp in pain. Then, gripping tight enough to make her yelp louder, he worked his hand down the meaty bulk of her tit.
It caused a thick jet of milk to spray out so strongly it hurt her. Yet with the pain came intense forced sexual pleasure that left her shuddering. The milking was making her cum and everyone in the tavern knew what was happening. Men cheered and jeered. They showered her with lewd compliments and even lewder insults.
The worst part was how her orgasm seemed to open a floodgate of improper requests. She was passed from table to table, milked roughly, and made to cum over and over again. Other men groped and slapped her ass, some even reaching up her dress to grab and rub at her womanhood.
Through it all they laughed cruelly while showering her with verbal abuse. She burned with shame and humiliation, all made worse by the repeated forced orgasms her milking caused through it.
How can I continue to endure this? What brought me here? How could I have become employed in this awful place, serving these awful men? How could my breasts have grown so massive!?!
As Kaira bemoaned her fate in the dream, barely enduring what she had to suffer through, a distant sound began to fill the world around her. It was quiet at first, a rhythmic chanting like the wind that was easily overlooked. But gradually it grew louder till she couldn’t ignore it.
It was a phrase being chanted, but not yet loud enough at first for her to make out the words. As it slowly grew louder the dream world grew darker, the crude lewd abuse of the men in the tavern melting away as they joined in the chanting till Kaira was able to make out what they were saying.
“Cursed by Ynara.” The same three words repeated. Each time louder, each time feeling more ominous, each chanted utterance filling Kaira with dread.
And something else. There was fear, but along with it arousal. Her breasts, staggeringly heavy and still aching to be milked, throbbed. The hands she’d felt on them hadn’t been enough. The orgasms her milkings had forced hadn’t been enough. She needed to embrace the pleasure her massive tits brought her, only then could the curse be ended. Only when she submitted to the pleasure her breasts could bring to her and others would the torments in store for her change. Not end but rather become delights.
Ynara. Whatever or whoever Ynara was, THAT was the answer. And only through Ynara would the suffering of the curse become the delight of a blessing.
* * *
Kiara woke with a start, soaked in sweat and shaken by her nightmare. It hung fresh in her mind, the fear mixing with the intense confusing arousal. She whimpered, spreading her legs and jamming her hands between them. She found her womanhood so sopping wet it felt almost like she’d wet the bed.
As soon as her hands found her slit they went to work. She rubbed with one hand while jamming three fingers of her other hand into herself. Kiara bucked and moaned as she furiously masturbated, the disturbing and intensely erotic memories of her dream running through her mind. That she was getting pleasure from remembering just horrible debasement shamed her, and the shame only intensified her pleasure.
Kiara had awakened more worked up than she’d known she could be. Her loins ached in the manner she felt just before release, but it was like waking from the dream had denied her the climax her body had been close to. With desperation she tried to push herself to that edge before her body lost the height of pleasure it had nearly attained.
The orgasm came quick and strong. She had to roll over and bury her face in her pillow to muffle her howl of pleasure, fearing the indecent scream would wake not just her father but her two brothers as well.
Once she started to come down from her climax she found her body was far from sated. The desire her cunt had been filled with was sated, but now her tits ached for attention.
Her hands found them sore and tender, her nipples engorged and feeling painfully swollen. It didn’t matter. In moments she was massaging and sensually groping confusingly large handfuls of breast flesh. She bucked and thrashed about, moaning lewdly as she played with her breasts. Her fingers found her aching nipples and soon she was rubbing, pinching, twisting, and pulling on them. She gasped and arched her back, biting her bottom lip to keep herself from howling out as she came again.
She collapsed limp on the sweat-soaked bed, panting heavily. She lay there in disbelief that she’d been able to cum just from playing with her breasts. The orgasm had come on quickly and been as powerful as the one she’d rubbed out minutes ago.
Her breasts were larger than they’d been when she’d fallen asleep. They were a small handful now, an increase in size large enough for her to find undeniable.
If not for the nightmare she’d have been confused by the sudden change to her body, but not overly worried. After the dream she was left terrified. The feeling of having breasts as massive and heavy as she’d seen in her dream, ones that lactated freely, terrified her.
But what terrified her most was how good playing with them had felt. Already she was thinking about using them to get off again. Her body was drained, sore, and not ready for another bout of pleasure but she feared as soon as she felt recovered she’d not be able to stop herself.
Cursed, she thought. Cursed by Ynara.
She didn’t know what was happening to her or why, but she knew she’d need to find out. If she was cursed like her dream had suggested she needed to discover how and why the curse had fallen upon her.
She shivered, remembering the end of the dream. It had given her an answer, one that she barely wanted to acknowledge. She was a good woman, a kind and decent woman. The nightmare vision of her with impossibly large breasts, doing indecent things with them as a serving wench in a whore house, she’d never let herself sink so low.
If she was cursed, and if the disturbing breast growth she was suffering were connected to the curse, she’d never give in the way the dream had seemed to demand. She’d not surrender to the perverse lifestyle the nightmare had presented. She’d never submit to the degenerate pleasure the dream had suggested she needed to submit to.
“Never,” Kiara vowed quietly as she pulled the damp blankets up and rolled over to try and get back to sleep. “I’ll never become that woman I saw in my dream,” she whispered. “Never submit to such perversions.”
She was disturbed. Frightened. She needed comfort before she could return to sleep’s embrace, and she was just tired enough to let her body act on instinct. As she lay huddled under the damp covers on a cold, sweat-soaked mattress she grabbed her tender, swollen breasts and cupped them. Her grasp on the soar flesh brought her comfort, enough comfort that she quickly drifted back to sleep…
* * *
“They’re even bigger than they were when I fell asleep,” Kiara said to her reflection in the mirror. She’d been unsure at first, thinking perhaps the increase in size was an illusion caused by how sore and tender they felt. But once she’d got dressed she found their increase in size impossible to deny.
Her wardrobe consisted almost entirely of what had once felt like loose-fitting peasant dresses. She had a fondness for ones with low-cut tops that left her upper chest exposed. As till recently she’d barely had enough breasts to be said to exist it hadn’t been out of vanity, she simply liked to feel the coolness of the air on her bare skin, especially in the summer heat.
Now, as she stood staring at herself, she realized that the dress was not nearly as loose fitting as she’d always thought. Her breasts had grown to a small handful and that was enough to ensure they looked and felt as though they were crammed into the dress. The new bulk of her breasts bulged out of the low-cut neckline, transforming the modest seeming peasant dress into something Kiara felt was shamefully revealing.
With a deep sigh she turned from the mirror. “I’ve no choice but to wear it, at least for today,” she told herself.
Kiara had scraps of fabric and sewing supplies she could use to let out the back of the dress. It wouldn’t look very good, but she thought few people would notice and if they did they wouldn’t be likely to judge her too harshly. Everyone knew her family was not wealthy and that her father had barely been able to afford even the cheapest, most rundown abandoned farm in the area.
Maybe later in the season after some of the crops come in Father will have the money to get me some new dresses. Or perhaps I can find some small job to take on in the village to earn some extra coin to purchase supplies to make my own. I’ve never been the best at sewing, but the painful way my neckline is digging into my swollen, tender breasts sure feels like all the incentive I need to get better at it.
As she left her bedroom she was anxious. Her cleavage was so prominently on display she thought it possible for her father not to notice. What will he think? Will he think I am cursed or will he, as he so often says, ‘am just blossoming into a woman’?
She stopped just outside her door when she heard laughter and voices other than her father’s.
It was her brothers, Pieter and Dieter. Both boys were a few years older than her. Over the last few years each had left the family home to take work as farm hands away from the farm her father worked on till purchasing his own.
“It’s good for them to get some space from the family,” her father had told her when each had left. “They need space and time to discover who they are away from my shadow.” Later, when his plans to buy the farmstead had become more than just a fantasy, they’d promised to “return home” and help once the land was purchased.
And now their home, Kiara thought. They won’t be the teasing, and at times bullying, older brothers I both adored and loathed. They will be men now, as different as I am from when we last saw each other.
She looked down at the cleavage bulging out of the top of her dress. And I’ll be a woman in their eyes as well, she thought uncertainly. What kind of woman will they think I am seeing me like this?
Kiara had just decided to go back to her room and put on a shawl to hide her chest when one of her brothers called out.
“Is that little Kiara lurking in the hall? What are you doing back there? Come out here, little mouse.”
Kiara bristled at the use of the hated nickname. They’d taken to calling her that whenever she acted in manners they found unladylike. “You scurry like a mouse in the dirt as if you want to be a boy,” they’d often tease her.
“You know I hate that name,” she declared as she stepped into sight. Her father and brothers were sitting around the dining table eating breakfast. A place had been set for her and her father nodded to it, smiling kindly at her.
Dieter, the older of her brothers, leaned back in his chair and whistled. “Look at you, little sister! Father was right, you HAVE blossomed into a woman grown while we’ve been away.”
Pieter nodded. “No more little mouse,” he agreed.
Kiara felt both her brother’s eyes lingering on her chest, the way she thought they were looking at her made her immensely uncomfortable. Once she’d have longed for her older brothers to look at her as a woman and not just their little sister. But now that the moment had come it made her face and chest flush as she felt the impropriety of having such close blood relations look at her with such open, appraising, and inappropriate lust.
“Don’t tease your sister so,” her father declared with a kind laugh, oblivious to the improper looks his sons were giving their sister. “Come, Kiara, sit and eat. Your brothers arrived early and have already unpacked. Once we eat we’ll all have a lot of work to do, work that will go much faster now that they are here. We’ll finish up on the roof today then begin to tackle that old barn.”
Kiara ate her breakfast in silence, trying her best to go unnoticed. But all too often her brothers and her father would look at her. She was unsure how much was her imagination and how much of it was real, but it FELT to her that they could barely look away from her cleavage.
“I need to go into town today,” she eventually blurted out, interrupting the three’s planning of the restoration of the farm. When they all looked at her in surprise she felt her face flush, thankful her tanned skin helped hide all but the most intense of blushing. “I need to visit the village wise man,” she said, the words falling from her mouth unexpectedly. “And I’ll need some money.” She’d not known she was going to make the declaration till the words were out of her mouth.
“Are you ill?” her father asked, concern filling his face. The wise man served many purposes in the village, working as a lore keeper, offering advice and mediation for disputes, but mainly he served as their healer. Everyone at the table knew if Kiara needed money to see the man it would be because she intended to buy some herbal remedy or magical potion.
Yes, she thought. I’m worried I’m cursed or have been infected with some strange malady that’s making my breasts grow at an alarming rate! The old man might know a cure, or at least be able to tell me what is going on.
She did not tell them that. She felt unable to share her true fears with her family, especially after the way she thought they’d all been looking at her that morning. So instead she told a lie, one of the first she’d ever told her family.
“It’s not for me, Father,” she began. “It’s for you. You’ve been working so hard! Your muscles are sore from all the work, I know they are. And the strain of all this work must be exhausting you.”
The man smiled kindly at his daughter. “You notice more than I think. But you shouldn’t worry, now that your brothers are back—”
“Please, Father,” Kiara implored, “this is important to me. And if you don’t take care of yourself and end up injured even with their help we won’t be able to get the farm ready in time. We’ll be ruined.”
“She’s right, you know,” one of her brothers said. “We don’t have the experience you do to know what needs to be done. Even fixing that barn out there. We can do the work, but we need you to tell us what and how to do it. It has to be ready soon for the animals you’ve purchased, they’ll be here in a few days.”
Her father nodded. “Alright. I’ll pull some money out for you. It shouldn’t cost us much for something so simple, and old man Ekius always considers how much extra money a family has when he demands payments for his services.”
“Best give me some extra money,” Kiara said quickly. “He may have more to offer than just a simple balm to rub on your sore limbs. You know a potion is much more expensive than such simple remedies. I want to be prepared for whatever you’ll need to stay healthy.”
“If you think that’s best,” he told her with a kind, indulgent smile.
* * *
All the way to the village Kiara clung to the small leather messenger bag she always carried with her when away from their home. Even though she knew the strap keeping the bag slung over her shoulder had no chance of breaking she feared losing the small coin pouch contained in it.
I lied to him, she kept thinking. Lied to him and convinced him to give me more money than we can probably afford.
But she’d had too. She needed enough to buy something for her father, which she knew he didn’t really need, and have enough to afford anything the wise man might say she needed.
As she walked through the town she felt much as she had at breakfast. She was convinced the eyes of every man she passed, and many of the women, were locked onto her chest. Although Kiara was unsure how much of the attention was imagined she knew at least some of it was real.
The attention, imagined or otherwise, left her feeling conflicted. Part of her liked it, yet other parts of her hated it. She regretted not bringing a shawl, but the day was too hot and she knew it would feel even hotter after making the long walk into town.
She was thankful when she finally arrived. Ekius, the wise man, was very old. She didn’t know a ton about men and their lusts but knew that it was the young ones that were the worst. Surely someone as old as him won’t even notice my chest, she thought as she knocked on the door of his small home.
“Just a moment,” an old creaky voice called out. The door swung open to reveal Ekius. “Young Kiara! What a surprise it is to see your pretty young face,” the wrinkled man said as he smiled genially at Kiara. “Come in, come in,” he added as he waved her in.
“Thank you,” Kiara said, bending over and bowing slightly to the old man before stepping cautiously into his home.
With her head bowed she didn’t see the way the old man’s eyes flashed to her cleavage as she bent down, nor see the way he excitedly licked his leathery old lips or see the way the glance down her cleavage nearly made his eyes pop out of his skull with excitement.
“Yes, come right in,” he muttered excitedly.
The village of Newbottle had no local magicians like some of the larger villages in the region had. They had only their wise man with his herbal remedies and simple alchemical potions. Even though Kiara knew Alaria was a world filled with magic this old man’s home was the only place it was commonly found in their village.
Because of that each visit to the wise man had filled Kiara with wonder and this time was no different. The old man’s home was crammed with candles, bottles filled with strange alchemical ingredients, and hanging drying herbs. The shelves were covered in books, probably more than the rest of the village owned collectively. It was a crowded, claustrophobic place made even more stuffy by the constant burning of incense that left the air filled with thick, fragrant smoke.
“And what brings you to me today,” Ekius asked as the old man adjusted the red cloth draped over his shoulders. It marked him as the village’s wise man and he was never without it, even in the sweltering heat of his small stuffy cabin.
Kiara found herself in awe of the old man. He seemed to have aged a decade since she’d last visited him, even though it had been less than a year since then. He’s always been a small man, but in the time since last seeing him she’d grown taller and he’d become more hunched over with age. Yet the wrinkled old man was energetic and although often moving as though his body ached with age he always had an eager smile on his face.
“It’s a delicate matter,” Kiara began, nervously pawing at her bag. “I fear I’ve come down with an ailment or curse,” she said, voice shaking. “But the nature of it is… embarrassing.” She paused, unable to work the courage up to continue, instead shifting topics. “And I need something to soothe my father’s sore muscles. He’s overworking himself preparing our new farm.”
“That is easy to take care of,” the old man told Kiara. “And we can deal with your other problem when you are more at ease. First, your father.”
He went to the corner of the cabin where he mixed up his herbal and alchemical remedies. As he opened jars and tossed pinches of ingredients into a mortar he pointed to the far end of the room where a line of drying plants was hanging from a string hung from the ceiling. “Could you be a dear and hand me some of that Valerian root?”
Kiara looked at the long line of drying plants. Although most were things she was used to seeing growing in the wild to her eyes they were little more than a collection of random branches, roots, and whole flowering plants ripped from the ground and gathered haphazardly together.
“I’m not sure which one that is,” Kiara told him, further confessing she didn’t even know the names of any of the plants before her.
* * *
With his back to the girl Ekius allowed a wide, eager, predatory grin to spread across his face. “It’s alright,” he told the dumb peasant girl, “it’ll be the third from the left. Lots of thick, dirty, gray-brown roots. Break off a large handful and bring them to me.”
He let his normal genial smile return as she approached. “Thank you, dear,” he told her, dropping the Valerian root into the mortar before grinding it together with the other ingredients. It was all he’d need to make the tea the girl’s father would need to ease his sore muscles.
But that’s not really why she’s come to me, he thought as he continued to grind the mix. She has some other problem, something private she’s too embarrassed to ask openly about.
He kept sneaking glances at the girl’s chest, knowing she was too distracted by whatever was on her mind to notice. The last time I saw her she still looked more like a little girl than a woman grown. Now look at her! And the way she fills that dress out, her plump little titties are practically spilling out of her top. Wouldn’t be surprised if the shy little slut has gotten herself into trouble with one of the village boys… With a little help ‘putting her at ease’ I’ll be able to get her to tell me all about it.
“Here, take this,” he said, stepping to the side and grabbing Kiara’s hand and forcing her to hold the pestle. Holding her hand he showed her how to grind the mix of herbs and roots in the mortar.
He knew the young girl would be in awe of him and do what he told her as long as he kept the requests or demands reasonable. She obediently took his place, allowing him to show her how to use the mortar and pestle. He lingered just long enough to enjoy the feel of her hand. So soft… so young and ripe…
“Keep mixing that for me,” he told her as he stepped away, knowing she was distracted by the task. He took the opportunity to openly ogle her young body for a few moments.
Tits probably aren’t as big as they seem, he decided. Her dress is just too tight. Must be a recent change… I wonder if I’m right about her being in the kind of trouble so many young women come to me to ‘solve’. Swollen breasts, nervous demeanor, false pretense for being here. It all adds up. Still… I’ve been wrong in the past and there’s been no rumors about her and any of the village boys. So many give the family space because of their foreign blood, and although pretty that’s more than enough to keep most of the boys away.
Her backend though… such a lovely curvy bottom-heavy body! Pear-shaped with a big, wide, plump ass. Wouldn’t mind seeing her bent over a table with that dress flipped up so I could have my way with her from behind. And maybe I will. If she’s as dumb, naive, and trusting as all the other village girls her age I’ll be able to have a lot of fun with her today.
He grabbed an unlabeled ceramic jar. Removing the top he held the jar to his nose and inhaled the odor emanating from it to confirm what it was. Goldbluff spice, he thought, once more hiding a predatory smile from the girl behind him. I’ve spent a life building up an immunity to it and am always careful to keep it unmarked. This dumb girl here with me probably wouldn’t have heard of it, but others in the town would surely know what it is and suspect what I do with it.
He had skill as a healer and could make simple potions, but most of the mystical skills and knowledge the villagers of Newbottle thought he had were lies. He’d long ago seen that most of what the villagers came to him for didn’t require even his simple skills to solve. No, most of these village fools needed only a little hocus-pocus with a sprinkling of theatrical lies to be appeased, he thought. Their problems, usually meaningless nothings based on false superpositions, almost always go away with time.
That meant his time as their village wise man and healer could be spent indulging in all sorts of perverse proclivities. He enjoyed easing the minds of his visitors with the burning of incense or herbs subtly slipped into tea that left them willing to share illicit rumors and the stories of their sexual dalliances. He enjoyed tricking the men and women of the village into sharing detailed descriptions of their sexual lives, often jerking off to the stories as soon as he was alone.
And as the years had gone, as the villagers had grown to trust him more and he’d tested out their limits, he’d begun to do more prey voyeuristically on them. He was an old man yet thanks to the right herbs and potions he was able to indulge in a decedent number of sexual encounters with drugged village women.
Beside him was a small metal saucer full of smoldering coals. He kept fragrant powder sprinkled on the coals that acted as incense. He liked the smell, but more than that the thick vapors and strong smells helped add to the mystic air that left these simple country folk so easily fooled. The smoke’s main purpose, however, was to help him drug village women so he could more easily get them talking or so he could have his way with them.
He took a few full pinches of the Goldbluff spice from the jar and sprinkled it onto the coals. The smoke billowing from the coals grew thicker and more fragrant. Soon the heavy cloud would fill the room. It would have no effect on him, but within minutes the sexy, simple-minded, deliciously bottom-heavy girl behind him would be stupefied by the Goldbluff spice’s vapors.
She’ll get loopy. Confused and suggestible. And the vapors will ensure that when the drug wears off she’ll not remember what’s happened to her, thinking little of her lack of memories with her mind filling in the blank space with agreeable false memories. Still, I can’t get too excited yet. Not everyone is fully susceptible to the stuff, I’ll have to carefully feel out how far I can go with the girl.
While the vapors were going to work Ekius put a tea kettle on the fire he always kept burning. Once it was ready he poured himself a cup of boiling water, using a metal strainer full of dried Styrax flowers to brew himself some tea.
He sipped eagerly at the tea as he directed the now loopy village girl, telling her how to take the herbs and roots she’d ground and fill small cloth pouches that would serve as tea bags. “One cup a night and your father’s sore muscles will be a thing of the past,” he told her.
“Thank you,” she said dreamily.
Ekius nodded, sipping his tea. She’s still cognizant enough that she’ll remember what I’m telling her. Besides, the Styrax tea needs more time to work its wonders on my aged flesh and bones.
He smiled wider, taking another sip and thinking happily about what the tea would soon do to him. By the time the cup of steaming tea was empty he’d feel energetic, like he was half his age. And he’d be horny, his body ready to perform in ways he’d not been able to naturally accomplish since he was the age of the dumb drugged girl standing before him. What’s more the Styrax flowers would ensure he remained harder longer than normally achievable for one his age and ensure he had plenty of time to enjoy the pleasures the young girl’s body might offer before he finished and was spent.
And even if she doesn’t get loopy enough to fuck I’ll still be able to have a good wank once I send her on her way, he thought. He always preferred fucking a woman, but jerking off to whatever dirty secrets he could trick her into sharing was always nearly as good.
“You had another issue you came to see me about,” he told Kiara as he continued to sip at his tea. “The real reason you came.”
“Yes,” the girl told him, eyes unfocused. “My other problem…”
“You can trust me,” he told her as he gulped down half of the remaining tea now that it had cooled slightly. “What is the real ailment you’ve come about? Trouble with a boy?”
“No,” she said, surprising him.
“No?” he asked, feeling the tea starting to work. Impatiently, and knowing at this point she’d respond to nearly any firm command given to her, he demanded she explain.
Kiara told him about her breasts and how alarmingly they had suddenly begun to grow. She explained how she feared she’d fallen sick or become cursed, even going as far as to tell him about her disturbing erotic dream, mentioning the name “Ynara” that she’d heard in it.
The mention of “Ynara” made it all make sense to the old man. Before settling in Newbottle and taking up the role of the village’s wise man and healer he’d traveled far and learned much. The goddess Ynara is not one known in these lands, and even if she had been these simple farming peasants would not need to worship her. Of course, the dumb little peasant girl has no idea who Ynara, Goddess of Large breasts is.
His eyes fell to the girl’s breasts, understanding now why they seemed painfully crammed into the dress. This girl WAS cursed by Ynara, that was clear to him. It was the only explanation that made sense for the girl’s sudden breast growth. He had no idea how or why the girl had been cursed and knew even less about how to lift such a curse, he only knew it would continue.
Her lovely little tanned titties are going to keep growing. The growth will be impossible to hide and eventually the village will recognize what’s happening. When that happens they’ll come to me demanding I make sense of it. I’ve no idea how to cure such a thing but I won’t be able to let them know that. I’ll have to figure something out, come up with some lie to deal with her. Maybe convince them she needs to be sent away… that the curse is too dangerous to the village’s wellbeing. And if not that then perhaps finding a way to put a positive light on her perverse curse?
The old man gulped down the last of the Styrax tea, eager to feel its full effect now that he knew the glory of what he’d been presented with. The carnal delights the girl would provide needed to be fully indulged in. He’d need to ensure she kept visiting him so he could experience the glory of her growing breasts as much as he could.
“I need to inspect your breasts,” he told her, licking his lips and staring lecherously at her cleavage. When the girl hesitated he cursed, realizing the tea was making him too eager. She was loopy and suggestible, but he still had to be careful. Still had to fineness the situation and trick her into giving him what he wanted or she’d end up fleeing. She’d not remember what sent her running, the drugs she was inhaling would ensure that, but his fun would be ruined and he might not be able to get her to come back.
“It’s needed,” he told her in a soothing, but firm, tone of voice. “I need to inspect them to discover if the growth is from some natural ailment or some unnatural curse as you fear. I promise, young girl, no one will ever know of this. I do such things to the women of the village regularly as I tend to them. And worry not about any impropriety, I’m an old man and long past the age the sight and feel of your nubile young flesh can excite me.”
It took Kiara a few moments to take in what Ekius had told her. Her mind was growing more muddled with every breath of the thick smoke filling the room. “Alright,” she eventually said, “you can inspect my chest.”
“Here, let me help you,” he said eagerly, moving to her excitedly. As he prepared to help her pull down the top of her dress to expose her breasts he took the time to grab and fondle her tits. She moaned and leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering half closed as she grew visibly dizzy with arousal.
Bless whatever led to you being cursed, girl, he thought as he indulged in fondling her breasts. They were a delightfully plump handful that he spent a great deal of time feeling up through her dress, with the sounds of her whimpered moans getting him good and hard.
He discovered that she wasn’t exaggerating about how sore and tender her breasts were. He had to be careful not to squeeze them too tightly. Even now, with as drugged as she was, if he wasn’t careful all his fun could be ruined. Any pain she does not welcome might lead to her waking enough to realize what was happening.
When he finally pulled the top of her dress down he did so slowly, enjoying the way the bulk of her tits shifted as the too-tight garment was lowered. The moment her breasts came spilling out created a visual marvel that made the perverted old man groan with carnal joy.
He grabbed her naked tits, groping and squeezing and shifting the handful of soft meat in his hands. The sound of the drugged girl’s moans of delight made the wild grope fest all the more enjoyable.
The herbs I’d have to use to drug a woman to make her tits this overly sensitive would cost me a small fortune, he thought as he continued to fondle and play with Kiara’s tits. This girl and her cursed tits are a fucking blessing, one I can’t get enough of.
Although he felt like he could grope and squeeze and massage her breasts for hours he knew he didn’t have that long. He let his fingers find the girl’s nipples, wanting to play with them a bit before moving on.
With as tan and exotic as the girl’s skin was he always wondered what her nipples would look like. Now he knew. She had petite little areolas and plump little nubs. The skin was delightfully dark and seemed even darker as he pinched the swollen nubs between his old, wrinkled, pale fingers.
But will they remain as they are? As her breasts expand her nipples will get stretched out. I’ve seen it in those that put on weight over the years or the pregnant women of the village…
The thought of all the times he’d gotten to drug pregnant women during wellness checkups so he could have his way with their pregnancy-thickened bodies made him moan with desire. He’d always loved getting to both see and feel the expansion of a woman’s breasts as she neared the birthing time and then further enjoy that enlarged size while they were lactating.
But that was over months… how fast will this girl’s little tits swell and grow to whatever immense size the curse will grow them to? Will it take months? Weeks? Days? I’ve got to ensure she returns to me as often as possible so I can see and feel their growth.
He wasn’t ready to move on from playing with her tits but his hips ached to be put to use. Ekius slipped behind Kiara, wrapping his arms around the girl and playing with her tits from behind. She continued to moan and mewl in soft pleasure, seeming not to care when he pressed his front into her plump backside.
“There’s a good girl,” he cooed into her ear as he thrust against her large, wide ass. “This feels good, doesn’t it?”
Kiara panted out an incomprehensible answer.
“So drugged up and turned on you can’t answer, eh? Well, that’s okay too. I bet you can’t even think at this point.”
While still playing with her tits and humping her backside he repositioned her so he could see her face in a mirror hanging on a wall. He groaned in delight, humping hard into her backside when he saw her face. Her tanned face was visibly flushed. Her eyes, hazy from her state of drugged over-arousal, were crossed and rolled half up into her head. Her mouth hung open, her tongue lolling out. Saliva was starting to leak from her mouth, oozing down from her tongue onto her chest.
“Brainless fuckmeat,” the old man chuckled. “That’s all you dumb village bimbos are. It’s okay, you don’t need to think. Thinking is overrated, at least for women. Isn’t that right, girl?”
Kiara only moaned and panted more drool onto her chest.
“Grab your skirt and hike it up,” he told her. He’d reached his limit and he needed more.
The girl, panting and drooling on herself, clumsily grabbed her dress and pulled it up.
Ekius let go of her tits just long enough to yank the girl’s underwear down, allowing them to drop to her ankles. “Let’s get a feel of that young pussy,” he told her lecherously as he reached down and slipped a hand between her thick thighs. “Fucking hells, girl, you’re sopping wet! Praise be to that perverted cunt Ynara. You may think what she’s done to you is a curse, but anything that leaves a girl this fucking messy wet JUST from having her tits played with is a blessing!”
He fingered her pussy, reveling in the loud wet squelching sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of her sopping wet hole. Meanwhile, he used his free hand to reach between their bodies and hiked up the long dress-like tunic he wore. He wore nothing on under it and with it pressed between their bodies he was able to keep it in place so he could wedge his throbbing manhood between the girl’s ass cheeks.
As he humped her plump ass and fingered her pussy the free-flowing precum leaking from his old cock created wonderfully silky lubrication. Soon he was moaning nearly as much as the girl was. His free hand wandered up her body, cupping a small plump breast then returning to playing with it.
Gradually as he got more and more worked up Ekius shifted his hold on the girl. He eventually slipped his fingers out of her wet hole and released her breast. “I need to be inside you,” he growled. He bent her over with one hand while using the other to grab his cock and rub it in her plump backend till he found her wet opening.
As he slid easily into her he grabbed her arms, barking at her to lean further forward and holding her up while he fucked her from behind.
“Wettest fucking cunt I’ve ever been in,” he moaned in delight as he pounded her backside. “Fucking amazing. Not going to last very long… but it’s okay. This won’t be the last time I have you, I’ll make sure of that.”
He watched her tits through the mirror. The way he had her bent forward left them dangling down, and with how hard and fast he was pounding her from behind the little handfuls of swollen breast flesh were left wildly bouncing in a way that only helped ensure he’d cum soon.
It was only as the old man neared climax that he realized just how much Kiara was enjoying being fucked. Usually he was indifferent to a woman’s pleasure, although he did at times delight in using drugs that forced increased sexual sensitivity and pleasure in women. This had not been one of those times, yet the girl’s moans of pleasure were so loud he feared anyone passing close by his cabin might hear them.
Fearing that might happen he stopped fighting against his rise to climax. He slammed deep into her, grunting in pleasure as he came. His orgasm was intensified by a sudden pulsing tightness around his hard shaft. It was only as the peak of his pleasure began to subside that he was able to understand what had happened. As he’d cum it had pushed her over the edge and led to her cumming as well, which in turn had led to her vaginal muscles clenching his cock like she was trying to milk his balls dry.
Through the mirror Ekius saw an alarming sight. Kiara was panting and flushed from her orgasm, yet her hazy eyes were beginning to focus. The fucking slut has cum too damned hard, he thought angrily. It’s waking her up, I have to act quickly.
“Quickly now,” he barked as he pulled out of her and lunged for the mirror hanging on the wall. “Quickly, you must squat over this as soon as I get it on the ground,” he told her.
Kiara blinked, confused and disoriented. “What’s happening? Where you just… What’s going on?!”
“Quickly,” Ekius told her. “Kick off your underwear and squat over the mirror. Do you not remember what we talked about? To divine if you’ve been cursed and by who or what you must allow my seed to leak from your womanhood onto this divining mirror.”
It was total bullshit, but the combination of the girl’s still partially drug-addled mind and her reverence for him as an authority figure would hopefully ensure she bought the outlandish lie.
As Kiara squatted over the mirror Ekius had put on the floor the old man was glad his long tunic hid his manhood from the girl. He’d started to go soft as soon as he was out of her but the sight before him had his cock swelling and growing hard once more. Rarely had he seen such a beautiful sight. The pretty young thing squatted so lewdly over the mirror holding her pussy lips open as his cum mixed with her ample juices messily oozed out and dripped down onto the mirror!
It took every ounce of self-control he could muster not to hike his tunic up and start jerking off to the sight. He knew he’d need to rub one out to the memory of the sight and soon.
“There’s a good girl,” he told her, shifting to hide his raging erection from the girl. “And now you must leave. I need privacy and time to use the divining mirror. Moonlight,” he added quickly as the lie took shape in his mind. “Moonlight will need to shine on the mirror for me to discover the truth. You’ll need to return to me tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Kiara asked, blinking in confusion.
“Yes, tomorrow. Then I will know more, although I warn you such things can be tricky. It may take more investigation to discover the truth of what is happening to you. Best not to let anyone else know of your suspicions, and it is most important you keep secret the way we are divining the truth. Tell no one of what has happened here today.”
She was confused and flustered, only then noticing her breasts hung out of her dress. As she pushed them back into her dress she nodded uncertainly, asking, “I’ll tell no one?”
“No one,” he told her, impatient to get her out of his home so he could jerk off. “Now be a good girl and take the tea for your father home. But remember, you must return tomorrow!”
Looking confused and uncertain Kiara slung her leather bag over her shoulder, remembering the coins he had given her. “I need to pay,” she said, beginning to take them out.
“No need,” the old man hissed, annoyed it was taking her so long to leave. “Keep the money. Just make sure you return tomorrow! NOW GO!”
Kiara jumped a little, the firmly barked order startling her. She spun around and practically ran from the old man’s cabin.
As soon as the door was closed Ekius reached under his tunic and grabbed hold of his throbbing cock. He was delighted to find the mess of his cum and her vaginal juices lingering on his manhood still moist enough to act as lube. As he started jerking off he stared down at the gooey mess the girl had leaked onto the mirror.
Something beside the mirror caught his eye. It was her underwear, left behind after she’d kicked them off. He stopped masturbating just long enough to retrieve them. Leaning against the table with the mortar and pestle the old man furiously jerked off, staring at the leaked mess on the mirror and holding the girl’s underwear to his face so he could huff the ripe scent of her still-damp arousal.
When he came he did so into her underwear. He let out a deep, long sigh of satisfaction afterward. “Incredible,” he sighed. “Absolutely incredible.”
After resting for a few minutes he went about cleaning up after the encounter. He used the girl’s soiled underwear to wipe clean his mirror, deciding to keep the filthy undergarment as a trophy and cum rag.
The prospect of her return the next day was almost enough to make him think about making himself some more Styrax tea so he could jerk off while fantasizing about what he could do with and to her during her second visit. But he held off, deciding to save it all for her.
“Still,” he muttered, “I should plan… I must make the most of my time with the girl. Yes… I need to make sure I have the right things prepared to make her ‘agreeable’ to whatever I decide to do with her… And I must think more about what lies to tell her to keep her coming to me.”
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