Ms. Weigert

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It had taken a lot of courage to come here. Joel waited in the distance until she came home. Shortly after, he approached the door and knocked. It opened to reveal one of his teachers, Ms. Weigert, wearing a skirted gray suit. The top two buttons on her multi-colored blouse were undone, revealing surprising cleavage.  Her glorious, formed legs attracted his attention before his eyes snaked up her slender frame to her beautiful face.

Her skin had a warm hue and a youthful glow. Her high cheekbones were rosy red as she smiled. Small pouches under her eyes tightened, as did her velvety lips. Her entrancing grey eyes watched him expectantly. “What are you doing here?” She asked as she tilted her head down, her smile fading.

“I, uh-“
Her eyebrows raised. “How did you find out where I live?” Joel stammered as her smile turned venomous. “Don’t come back.” She slammed the door, leaving him to ponder the missed opportunity. You have to say something to make it work, idiot. He inspected the metal rod in his hand.

He found it yesterday and by luck, he figured out that his brother would follow his every command when he held it. Now I have to see if it works on her. He knocked again. He could hear heavy footsteps approach before the door flew open. “Go away or I’m going to call the cops!”
“Invite me in.”
Her temper cooled as she stepped aside. “Come on, let’s go to the living room.”

He followed her formed behind as she led him into the quiet living room. He admired the woman as she sat. Her small, but perky breasts were visible from this angle. I know she’s a bitch, but I’ve always wanted to see her naked. I guess with a body like that you can’t have personality. ”Take off your clothes.” He waited as if she would detest.

The woman unbuttoned her suit jacket followed by the blouse underneath. She stood and slid the skirt down to the floor. His teacher reached back to unclasp her bra, making a marvelous sight as her modest breasts were uncovered. Amazing!She dropped her panties and stood before him wearing nothing but a dirty look. He put his hand out and grabbed one of her perky tits. She swatted his hand aside in an instant. Her glistening lips pulled back to show immaculate teeth. “Don’t touch me, you sick little shit!”

My wet dream… until she talks. “Let me touch you.” He reached forward to test it, pleased that she allowed him to jiggle her creamy peach breast. I’ve never actually felt one before. It’s amazing! “Ms. Weigert… Madison, I want you to sit down and spread your pussy.”

The hood peeked out before she opened her legs. When spread, it was amazing to the inexperienced boy. Joel knelt and put his tongue right between her lips. I have seen enough pornos to know to give the clit attention. He moved his tongue side to side, enjoying the mild smell which he couldn’t quite place. She held herself open, but her expression was sour, clearly irritated by the unwelcome visitor.

Joel decided not to waste any more time. He knew he would have cum already if he didn’t masturbate so often. He touched his cock upon her wet pussy lips, rubbing it up and down. “Don’t!” He disregarded her complaint as he entered. She clenched her eyes as the tip entered, but she continued to spread herself wide, allowing him in. She grit her teeth, glowering at him. She is so warm and wet! This is better than I could have dreamed! She opened her gray eyes, giving him a sullen stare as he slipped in to the limit. “At least wear a rubber. I can’t get knocked up so young, I have a career to focus on right now!”

It took only three slight strokes before he felt orgasm coming like a wave. He pulled out, but then decided to go back in. “Too late.” He made it all the way in again before he started unloading into her tight warm hole. He flushed at his sudden dominance.

“Stop! Get out of there! I’m not on birth control you asshole!” Her face was filled with rage, but her hands still pulled her lower lips open. “I can’t get pregnant this soon or my life is fucking over!”

Jason stayed in place until every last drop was out. “What is so bad about having kids?”
“I don’t have a husband yet and it’s going to wreck my body!”
“What about me, I’ll stay with you.”
“Oh, right, be another news story about how a teacher fucked some loser student and was dumb enough to try and raise it? Not a chance.”

Jason pulled out, allowing some of his seed to drip onto the couch. “You know, I fucking love you and all you do is bitch! You call me names and that’s so mean!”
“You just raped me and you call me mean? You’re a worthless little jerk!”
“You’re still spreading yourself open for me.” By command, but I could tell she needed to be fucked. “I just want to be with you because you’re beautiful, smart, and-“
“Oh, just shut the fuck up and get out of my house you uncaring prick! You got what you came for.”
“Uncaring?” Joel’s smile vanished. “I fucking…” He breathed to calm himself. I knew she was mean, but I thought I could change that. Well, maybe I still can, I just have to try something different. “Fine, you’re going to be a bitch then I’ll treat you like one.” He commanded the fit woman to lift her legs and pull her ass apart. He was still completely erect, so he decided to go in for a second round. He slipped his wet shaft right into the puckered backdoor. He put her legs over his shoulders and pushed past the mark.

“No, wait, not the ass!”
“Fuck you!” He pushed in, slowly and deliberately, making no pause until he was entirely inside.
She gasped and howled, her face being the only part of her that detested the encounter. “It hurts!”
“Not to me.” He smiled, moving gently. Now that I came once, I should be able to last a lot longer. Madison was nearly in tears as he moved faster. “I hate it in my ass, it’s so dirty!”
“You’ve done this a lot?”
“I’ve tried it once or twice and it always hurts!” She gave light gasps as he pumped her shapely behind. “Just stop and I won’t say a thing!”
“No, I’m going to keep going and you won’t say a thing!” He leaned forward, folding her backwards upon the couch. She gasped and begged for him to stop as he slammed his teacher’s perfect ass. “You always act like you have something up your ass, I thought you’d be used to it!”
“No, please, I’m sorry!”
“Too late for that!” He rocked back and forth as he rested on top of her. She groaned as she felt every inch.
“Hurry up! Take it out and finish!”

A shiver ran down Joel’s spine as she spoke. I love hearing her beg. He made sure to be as rough as possible while slamming her. Sure enough, she pleaded for him to cum. He couldn’t hold back anymore as he buried his cock and sent strings of cum into her sexy backside.

“Eww, gross, get it out of me!” Joel pulled out again, but Ms. Weigert pinched her backdoor shut, retaining the goo. “Let me go to the bathroom! I need to clean myself out!” She thrashed her head from side to side, “Please, I just need an enema!”
Joel slid his pants on. “What’s an enema? And, you can stop spreading yourself.”
The naked woman dropped her legs and shot into the bathroom. He followed her as she did her business. “It’s where you put water up your butt to clean yourself out. The more you can hold the better. Grab one from under the sink.”
“This little thing?” He held up a tiny pink bulb.
She nodded. “There’s also a bag down there too.”
He found the bright red rubber bag pushed to the back. “That still isn’t much.”

They were distracted by the loud ding of the doorbell. Their eyes widened with panic as another chime sounded. “Just wipe up and go get your clothes back on.” He commanded her.
He stepped out of the bathroom, searching for a place to hide. Moments later the nude teacher marched past him to the living room to gather her garments. “This is so gross, I’m all gooey, why the hell would you do that to me?” She asked quietly as she fumbled with her bra. The bell chimed again. “Just a minute!”
“Just toss me the underwear. Hurry!” He snatched them from the air with his free hand and darted around a corner.

“Hi, Madison!”
“Jeanette, what a surprise!” Joel peeked around the corner to see the proud Korean woman standing in the doorway. “I just wanted to stop by and leave the notes for the PTA meeting on Wednesday.”
“Oh, thank you. I’ll look them over tonight. Uh, want to come in?”
“Thank you, but I have to run a few more errands before I get home. Another time!”

The women exchanged pleasantries and the door closed. “Joel!” Ms. Weigert called angrily. “Where are you?” He emerged and she snapped her fingers before pointing at him. “You better not tell a soul about this! Now I’m going to clean myself out and I want you gone when I get back out!” Her beautiful face twisted in fury.

“No. You stand right there.” You’re insane, but you’re gorgeous too. He realized that she just wasn’t worth the trouble. I can get any woman I want with this, why am I wasting time with this lunatic? He made his way out the door and paused as he reached the sidewalk. I better command her to move again, I don’t want her to starve. While walking back to the door something caught his eye on the side of the house.

He walked in the grass to the coiled garden hose. A dastardly thought crossed his mind. He brought the end to the nearby window. “Come here, open this.” He spoke loudly to convey his command through the glass. Madison rolled her eyes as she unlatched and lifted the frame. He handed her the threaded end of her garden hose before issuing another command. “Put this up your butt.”

She snatched it from his hand and brought it behind her. She held her skirt up as she inserted the pipeline. “This is too big, it’s going to hurt!” She whined as she closed one eye, tensing half of her face with pain. She grunted as it slipped in more easily than she realized. “At least it was still kind of wet. Why did you have me do that?” She asked, surprisingly content.

“This will be your enema!” Her eyes doubled and her mouth opened in confusion. He leaned to the valve and rotated it a few turns, feeling the rush of water bring the hose alive. She quickly regained her senses, about to rip the tube from her rump, when Joel commanded her to stop. “Leave it in.”

“It’s too much, I’m cramping!”
“This will clean you out.”
“Please, make it stop!”

Joel reveled in her pain, watching her pained face began to glisten with beads of sweat. She placed her hands upon her belly, groaning as the water blasted through her guts. Her amazing breasts pressed together in her now-snug, partially buttoned blouse. She buckled in pain, giving him a wonderful view down her shirt via the open window. She gasped in distress, moving her hands to her hips as she stood. Her stomach had grown, pushing her tight blouse upward upon the potbelly. She breathed quickly to calm herself fumbling to undo the lower buttons.

She let out a miserable sigh, giving up on the buttons as she gripped her tummy once again. “It’s more than I can handle! Get it out of me you little fucker!”
Joel scoffed, grinning with accomplishment. “That’s not helping.”
“I don’t give a fuck. You better get this out of me now or I will go to the cops when this is over and you’re going to jail you fucking delinquent!”

Joel leaned upon the windowsill, studying her as she squirmed. Her combative eyes showed resolve as she reached back, grabbing the hose behind her. She stumbled, giving him a better view of her predicament. Her belly swelled and skin peeked through the small openings between the buttons on her blouse. She gripped the hose, one hand behind the other, trying desperately to hold the flow. It worked, as a bulge formed behind her grasp. I saw this in a cartoon once!

The teacher whimpered as her wet hands started slipping. Suddenly, the bulge slipped through her fingers, forcing a sudden surge of liquid into her unprepared ass. Her belly growled as it stretched the shirt farther. A button shot across the room. There was a short pause before another flew into the wall, then another, then another, until the woman’s warm, pliable belly sat unrestricted. The cotton blouse had been holding back more than expected, as her uncovered belly now appeared to be nine months pregnant.
“Please, turn it off.” Teary eyed, she seemed truly humbled.

A noise caught his attention. Joel saw a couple of people approaching. He walked quickly to intercept them. Luckily they were far enough away not to see the hose going into the window.

“Creepin’ around Ms. Weigert’s? Hoping to catch a peek?” His friend Nick slapped his shoulder. His little sister Candice watched silently.
“No, you sicko. I was just going to ask her about an assignment.”
“Well, it’s pretty weird to come to her house to do that.”
“She’s my tutor.” Joel lied.
“Oh, well, aren’t you a lucky dog.” He thought about it for a second. “Actually, I bet she’s kind of rough on you.” He grinned, “Remember the safe word.” His sister tugged on his shirt. “We gotta go, so talk to you later Joel!”

Her skin was flushed as her stomach continued to expand at a worrying speed. “I need to take it out, but I can’t.” She talked to herself. The water continued pouring into her, mixing with air and churning her insides. Her belly sagged to outlandish proportions, hanging between her knees as it filled. Maybe I’m hallucinating. Her legs and arms seemed puffier as well. He will come back to help me. He can’t just leave me.

In a mental haze, she saw her suit jacket tearing around the two final buttons upon her chest. They popped off, falling to the floor a short distance away. Her breasts seemed to be expanding as well. Dizzy, she looked back to see her firm butt now molded into the skirt, the skin on her legs showing past the fabric. There was a sudden tightness beneath her clothes as she could see the fabric stretching. “Please!” She begged to no one. “Help, Joel!”

It hurt beyond words until suddenly her clothes gave way. She could hear the sounds of tearing as the pressure released. She hurried to remove the tattered suit jacket and blouse. Her arms had grown fatter, and upon inspection, she could see her whole body had swollen with water. “How is this possible?” She held one of her burdened breasts, which now had doubled in size, growing outward and down. Her body was essentially an overfilled water balloon. The only thing stopping her expansion was her tearing skirt. She fumbled with her clumsy hands, trying to rip away the last part of her clothing without success.

She heard a muffled voice as she turned in a stupor toward the window. “Joel, turn it off.”

Once certain they weren’t turning back, he bounded to the window. He was shocked to find his formerly fit teacher now heavily waterlogged and still growing. Her belly retained the most water, but somehow it seemed like her tits and even her ass grew as well. She didn’t look fat, just stretched. She wobbled as she stood, mumbling for it to stop. He turned to reach for the valve, but stopped as she let out a long wail. He watched, disconnected, as the woman put her hands on her taut belly and gasped. Her belly popped open violently, sending red water rocketing in all directions.

He fell onto the ground, waiting for a moment to process what had happened. He got to his feet and ran, unable to inspect the carnage. He wiped the goop from his face and headed home. What have I done? Oh my god. I just have to say she wasn’t home. I knocked and no one answered. Why didn’t I just command her to remove it? He got through the door and bolted to his room, trashing his soiled shirt, hoping no one had seen him. He looked at the command rod. I have to get rid of this damned thing! He sat on his bed contemplating how to handle this situation.

No, I need to learn from this. No one liked her; everyone will think she’s just some sexual freak. He tried to calm himself, knowing that he would be safe if he didn’t talk. She tried to take it out, but she had gotten too big. Just be cool and you’ll be okay. I mean, she did want an enema…

Part VI

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Few days had passed, but Nora’s small cottage was now at the center of a developing town. Kell was helpful at times, but his main focus was giving children to Piven’s daughters. All five of them were pregnant by this point. They didn’t grow as quickly as Nora, but it was faster than normal. All seemed to be visibly growing by the second day. Nora was pleased to see almost everyone around her was carrying children now.

She had given Samara the duties of being caretaker for the growing, and grown, children. She had matured quickly due to the burdens. Her belly was growing slower than the others, but her breasts had enlarged and she continued to have occasional sickness. Motherhood would be a proud day for her; Nora only wished it would come sooner.

Tali was tasked as the lead hunter. She trained others and kept Kell busy, bringing him along often. He would get aroused while they were out, but she had come to enjoy enduring her brother’s gargantuan cock. Nora witnessed them one morning before they left, amazed that Tali was able to take his cock without a sound.

He licked her generously before he tried, but with his size, she knew it would still be very painful for her small-framed daughter. Tali clenched her fists and grit her teeth as he mounted her ass. The experience lasted for only a short time before he scrunched his face and filled her tiny rump. He rolled off and went outside, leaving his sister to use her fingers to please herself to completion. Nora understood why she was such a skilled hunter now. If I hadn’t opened my eyes I wouldn’t have known they were mating on the bed next to me!

Sleeping arrangements had improved, as there were new houses going up daily. Tamri, Piven’s eldest daughter, was in charge of housing. She oversaw her sisters, constructing all the essentials of an upstart town. They did it with little help from their father, who spent his days crafting items in the forge. His wife had birthed a new chunk of magical ore and he wasted no time in using it. Nora had learned to stay away from his craft. He snapped at Krina one day when she brought him food. Everyone is afraid to bother him until he is finished.

Krina’s daughter Cilia set up defenses, preparing traps around the perimeter for any unexpected guests. She was brilliant, teaching others how to make more resilient weapons and armor as well setting up farms with irrigation. She was helping everyone, so no one minded when her urge needed to be sated. Her cock is nothing compared to Kell.

All in all, they were doing well and Nora was happy.

Relieving himself upon a tree, Kell heard someone approaching. He glanced back to see Zuli. With her belly diminished, she seemed so small. Her downturned soft lips and melancholy eyes made him feel sad for her. Kell finished and shook his long, semi-limp cock before he turned to her. “What can I-“ The woman ripped away his loincloth and grabbed his elongating cock. He froze for a moment, seeing his cock growing in her hands.

“You will put this in me.”
Kell knew he should question the sudden interest, but he also knew her mate had stolen his mother’s heart. Kell was not one to turn down copulation. He nodded and she bent down, moving her tongue along the immense shaft. Her serious gaze did not diminish his arousal. She stood and held near the base of his cock as she leaned back upon the tree. She rubbed the tip upon her opening, moving it into her light brown mound of hair.

Her jaw quivered as she gasped, eyes locking onto his as he explored her. She made no complaints as she accepted his astounding shaft. Her flat belly bulged slightly once he was inside entirely. Kell moved back and reentered, amazed as her tummy distended due to his organ.
She put a hand upon his cheek, “I want you to go as fast as you want, just give me your seed.”
“But, Mom said that I have to be careful.”
“I am not your mother. Don’t hold back.” her face solemn as she spoke.

Zuli nodded and Kell’s muscles tensed. She was unprepared for the massive cock to move so quickly. Kell rammed the tiny girl against the tree, disregarding her comfort as he slammed his cock deep into her loins. He had never been able to move this quickly with his unnatural organ. She whined, digging her nails into his back until he finally blew his load, pumping his seed into her. Her flat stomach ballooned noticeably with his fluid. She wiped away tears as she carefully dismounted. Kell apologized, but she assured him it was what she asked for. She held her inflated belly as his seed trickled down her thighs.

Nora recovered, seeking consummation from her mate. She walked through the city, seeking the smoke pillar coming from Piven’s workshop. She knew disturbing him would be detrimental, so she instead sat beside the door and waited. Nora’s eyelids became heavy and she drifted away for a time. She was startled awake by the door closing.

“How long have you been here?” Piven was concerned.
“It doesn’t matter. I want more children.”
He had been waiting patiently until she recovered. He showed a slight smile. “Okay, lets go home.”
“There are too many kids there. I want this time to be just us.” She directed him onto the ground. Piven lay in the grass as she moved above him, removing her furs. She lowered herself and moaned loudly as he slipped in. She ignored the movement in the area as their children went about their daily business mostly unaware to their fornication beside the building.

He is just the right size! It feels incredible. She moved upon him, not afraid of feeling pain with each thrust. He held her small ass, lifting slightly in time with her motion. She leaned down, embracing him with a kiss as they coupled. She could feel a spectacular orgasm building when she felt a nearby presence. She glanced back to see her heavily endowed, fully erect son dropping to his knees behind her. She heard him spit and felt the tip pressing against her spread asshole. Piven was oblivious as he continued to hold her posterior open, nearing climax himself.

Nora shrieked and watched her lover’s eyes snap open in concern. He glanced over her shoulder and saw the aggressor. He moved a hand to shoo him away, but Kell was already committed. He pushed his lightly lubricated cock into his mother’s ass. Nora’s face tensed with pain as she felt the monster parting her slowly. Other parts of her tensed as well, and Piven gasped before he pressed his hips up and shot his warm juice inside her.

Kell was just getting started, however, and continued to force his way into Nora’s tight backside. He spit again and again, trying to lubricate it as much as possible as it moved slowly into her rump. The pleasure offset the pain for a time. She didn’t want to orgasm from such an unexpected encounter, but she was given no choice. Her son hadn’t even gone all the way when she convulsed, sandwiched between the two men she loved most.

Piven groaned as he endured the continued passion, his face pained with overstimulation. Kell was finally able to fit his colossal cock into her ass when he started blasting his seed. Her ass tightened involuntarily as his organ twitched, launching streams of goo into her stomach. Her belly grew, pressing against her lover below. Kell eased out his thick shaft, causing Nora to tense occasionally. Once he was clear, she could feel Piven’s shaft hard once more.

With a full belly and a hurting ass, Nora decided she needed to finish this encounter on a good note. “Can we keep going?”
Piven nodded, and she could tell he was about to deliver a second time. She sat up, gripping her belly as the fluid inside her shifted lower. The added weight pressed her down, causing his cock to move slightly deeper. Moving her hips, she felt his hands squeezing her narrow posterior.

He rolled her aside quickly and somehow managed to stay in place. He put all of his weight into each stroke. Nora was elated that he was hitting just the right spot with each movement. Both of them tensed as they focused. Finally, Nora held her breath and felt a wave of euphoria at the same instant he sprayed more warm seed into her. Her whole body quaked as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him onto her full belly. She glanced around for her son, but he must have wandered away after he finished.

Kell decided to get away for a time. He made the march to town in search of a mate of his own. She doesn’t want me? Well, I don’t need her! As he neared the village he could hear odd sounds carrying in the wind. Screaming? He used the techniques that his family taught him, staying low and hidden in the tall grass and foliage as he approached. He paused by a ransacked farmhouse. Following a small noise, he found a crying girl inside. She scampered into a corner, scared by his presence and by the large piece of meat between his legs. I forgot to get a new loincloth after that woman ripped mine.

Kell was becoming aroused, but he knew he should hold back. Mom was right – I have to control this. Kell couldn’t stop his organ from becoming rigid, but he reassured the girl that he was not going to hurt her.

The unformed girl trembled. “They’re in the town now, they came here first and killed everyone!”
“Who is doing this?”
“I don’t know, but they kept talking about The Mistress. They’re going after her.”

Kell told her how to get to their village and he continued to the edge of the city. He hid in bushes and observed. Most of the townsfolk were dead or fleeing, but a handful were trying to fight back. He spied one aggressor fighting a group of town guards. The foreign woman wore only a loincloth and metal bracers, fighting tenaciously with a short sword and a mid-sized round shield. Her glorious shoulder-length blonde hair danced in the sun. Her petite frame moved easily to dodge the guard’s spears. Her teardrop breasts bounced as she thrust into one man’s side. Kell was mesmerized until he saw blood splatter upon her ankles.

Kell had an idea. Do what I know best. He moved behind her as she fought the last living guard. He ignored the naked man with a nearly knee length cock approaching behind her. He thrust his spear, and just as she drew back to end him Kell intervened. He grabbed her arms, launching her sword somewhere in the grass and the shield slid off beside them. The man drew back his spear, but Kell called for him to wait.

“I will take her, go help the others!”
The man watched them struggle for a moment before he rushed back into town. Kell was far stronger than the girl, but she was more maneuverable. She kept slipping from his hold only to be caught again. Kell could feel that she was becoming tired after a few attempts he spun her around, holding her firmly close, gazing into her wild eyes. She gave an expression of pure horror as she understood what was pressing against her leg. She tried to knee him, but his cock was resilient and it only added to his arousal.

He ripped her loincloth away and grabbed her ass, lifting her with one arm as he moved her leg up with another. She gasped as she struggled. He could tell she was panicking and no longer thinking clearly. The tip of his shaft was already wet from his own juices as it found her warmth. He let her leg down and rubbed his organ between her clenched legs. She tried to bar his entry, but she was already becoming wet as well. Against her defiance, he felt her opening around his cock.

“No, I can’t!” The girl halfheartedly hit his chest as he held her close. She struggled, but Kell held her from doing any real damage. She screamed, but it only seemed to mix with the cries from the townsfolk. She wiggled, sliding down upon his cock. He relaxed his hold and watched her impaling herself upon him. The fight seemed to leave her as she scooted lower and lower until her small frame reached the base. She leaned back in his arms with her belly bulging visibly, adrift in some form of shock or revelry.

Kell lowered her, following her to the ground. They flattened an area of tall grass as he pushed all the way into her. She seemed to regain her senses as she gasped with pain, using her legs to push him back. Kell was at a good angle, however, and he lifted himself higher, allowing gravity to force him back inside slowly. “No, no, please!” She begged as her legs buckled and moved aside, allowing him to fully penetrate her. He moved her legs onto his shoulder and he could see the fight leave her once more. She started to cry as he drove his cock into her from above.

He did not hold back as she bawled, ramming his meaty cock into her. I’m lasting longer than I ever have. Maybe it’s because I hate her. She is pretty, though. He watched her beautiful face twisting with pure torment, her breasts bouncing as he thrust, and her tiny butt pressing against his privates. He pushed down as hard as he could. She gave a shocked expression as she frantically slapped him. She let out a sad wail as he pumped her full of his seed. Her belly bulging as the liquid settled low, expanding her once flat stomach onto her chest.

Kell withdrew, watching the tiny woman sprawl upon the ground, allowing his excess seed to pour into the grass. He left her staring into the sky as he crawled closer to the battle in town. He could see about twenty women with similar weapons and exposed chests standing in the town square. They observed the area, making sure no resistance was left. “Go find Denah, we’ll finish The Mistress.”

Four women nodded and broke off from the group heading into the town hall. They fanned out, one of which walked toward Kell. He hurriedly moved close to a corpse and played dead. The woman passed without a thought. “Over here.” She yelled.

Kell was about to run when he discerned that she had found her friend. Kell continued hiding in plain sight as they converged. They spoke as they stood above the ruined woman.

“You fool, why did you let him get you like this?”
The woman on the ground whimpered. “Please, don’t leave me. Pashia loves all!”
“She wants nothing to do with your freak baby.”
“It was only one time, it might not-“
“Stop! I don’t want to hear it.”
“We won’t kill you, but we can’t help you either.”
“Pashia loves all.” One of them said sadly.

They turned and started toward the main hall in town. The woman pleaded for their help, but they ignored her. Kell waited for the women to pass before he crawled closer to the sniveling woman in the grass. She lay, only turning her head to the sound of his approach.

“They left me. Those whores left me because of you!” Tears fell as she tried to be angry.
“Why did you attack this town?”
“We warned you! We told you to stop making freaks with magic, but Kinok didn’t care. He feeds off of our pain and misery!”
“No he doesn’t, my mom taught me that all of the gods give us blessings and we are responsible for how we use them. You have to see that we were only defending ourselves.”
“It doesn’t matter. We’re just pawns and now I have nowhere to go.”
There was a short pause as Kell contemplated. “You can live with us.”
She turned, hesitantly, “Your family of freaks wouldn’t accept me. I helped kill their mistress!”
“You’d be surprised how accepting we can be, but you have to stop calling us freaks.”
The woman seemed surprised. “I…” She shook her head.
“I am sick of gods meddling in our lives. I am only looking out for my family and if you’re willing to help then come with me.”

“My sisters will surely try to cleanse the area.” She contemplated what to do. “The Mistress is gone and your family shouldn’t have to suffer now. Perhaps I can get them to spare your home somehow.”
“I am happy that you chose to join us.”
She gave a long sigh before bursting into tears again, gripping her full belly.

As the day progressed, Nora spied some of their daughters returning. Malia had brought Krina’s adolescent girls into town for trade goods. They came back empty handed, speaking gibberish. Nora had to calm them before she could understand the problem.

“The city is under attack!” Malia declared. The two young girls looked terrified.
“Were you followed?” Her daughter shook her head, but Nora knew that they would come this way eventually. “We have a day or two before they find us. We must prepare.”
“Mom, we did receive blessings before they arrived.”
“Oh?”
“The Mistress gave all three of us blessings, but refused to tell us what they were!”
“Why would she do that?” Nora questioned.
“She said that it would become clear soon.”

A Heavy Mistake

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“How frustrating!” Vivian was agitated to say the least. “Those Alliance curs, I’ll show them!” A group had chased her from Utgarde Keep all the way to New Agamand on horseback. She regretted leaving the safety of her party, but she could best them all, she knew it. Her armor was much higher quality and her pursuers didn’t seem very skilled. She knew how to wield the light better than most at her level. Still, it couldn’t hurt to tip the scales further. She rode into town to mix some potions, just in case.

Vivian picked up some herbs that she had in the mailbox and noticed another letter. It didn’t have the sender’s name, a small stone tablet was inside the package. It read simply “Hold this and make a wish.” She scoffed, “I wish I could kill those Alliance dogs outside of town.” Just as she finished the trinket vanished from her hand without a sound. She shrugged and finished making her potions. After some preparation, she galloped past the guards on her charger. She wanted to them to chase her recklessly, so she went farther than she should have. Off the road, in the woods, she halted and dismounted, scanning the landscape with her weapon ready.

She spun around as she heard a sound. A distraction, she realized, but it was too late. Something hit her in the back of the neck; Vivian stumbled back and forth, swiping at the air. Regaining her senses, she was able to hit her aggressor hard enough in the ribs to stun him. A human rogue, a wiry girl who looked overly confident. She cast a judgment, followed by a holy shock, and then a good strike from her mace. The bandit attempted to flee with a pained expression on her face. Before Vivian could pursue, she heard noise behind her. She turned to see more assailants.

A Gnome warrior, Draenei shaman, and human warlock rode in and dismounted. All male and all young. The warrior charged brashly, but Vivian eluded him and made a dash towards the shaman. She used her opening spells on the Draenei. He didn’t fight back; he just stood there, trying to heal through the assault. This would be easy, she thought. At that point his companions came to his defense. The warrior’s axe slammed into her armor and curses were draining her. Vivan raised her hands and fire burned the ground around her. She judged the shaman, he cried out as he fell to the ground. She hurt badly by now; she cast divine protection and took a moment to use a few healing spells.

Her mind wandered and she noticed her skin felt flushed after each spell finished. She spied the rogue walking beside her. The shield faded and weapons hit her from all directions, she stunned the warrior and did her usual three spell heal. The rogue didn’t even know how to interrupt… amateurs! After deft footwork, she finally bested the warrior. As the gnome fell she turned her sights to the rogue again. They hit pretty hard, she noticed, so she used a holy shock, and two holy light spells upon herself this time. Her stomach graoned and her skin felt strange, what a time to fall ill!

Vivan paid no mind to her symptoms. She battled the rogue while the warlock proceeded to cast something unknown to her. She was just about to land the killing blow when something hit her from behind and knocked her down. The rogue vanished. A felguard’s axe hit her as she stood up. “Fool!” She chided as she cast flash of light two times. It seemed to take less to heal her each time now, how odd. Her stomach growled and now her armor seemed unusually tight, but she fought on.

She held out her hand and used an exorcism spell on the felguard. It fell to the ground as she rushed over to the warlock. He had a worried expression on his face and she enjoyed that. Using all her might, she pounded the human with spell and mace alike. Of course, the rogue emerged from the shadows right before she could finish off the caster. So frustrating! This is taking way too much time! A sharp pain in her side disoriented her. The warlock cast new curses and spells on Vivian and then ran to the east. Her skin burned and ached as the rogue continued his attack. Holding up her hands and ignoring the pain, she cast holy light, followed by two flash of light spells. “Ow!” She yelped as she felt her armor digging into her skin.

The paladin focused herself. After two strikes the rogue sprinted away, badly wounded. A magical hammer to his back put him on the ground, dead. Vivian started healing. “Now I take one flash of light spell to get back to normal, how is that even possible?” Shortly after she finished she felt her armor suit tighten. It was causing immense pain, especially around her midsection. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as she struggled to remove her chest piece. The straps were stretched to the limit, she undid them and the breastplate fell to the ground.

“By the light, what happened?!” She screamed as she looked at her plump belly. Her once muscular and trim stomach was now overflowing past her belt. How did I get fat so suddenly? This isn’t possible! Even her breasts had grown; now they were taxing her under-shirt! She jiggled her tummy slightly as she stood there, shocked and perplexed. A sound caught her attention. She whirled around to see the warlock under a tree. “He is laughing at me,” Vivian thought aloud, “I’ll show him!” She unsheathed her weapon and started to run in his direction. Her leggings were entirely too tight now, every step hurt, what started as a run turned into a quick walk. She was sweating heavily as she approached the human.

Two rogues attacked Vivian a few paces from the tree, one was as highly skilled as she was. She should have known they would call in guild-mates to help them. After stunning the more powerful rogue she directed holy shocks and flashes of light on herself as fast as she could. She was able to avoid a kick and the swipe of daggers as she continued casting. The warlock was still standing a small distance away, continually casting curses upon her.

“I’ll take you down with me then!” She grunted as she used a holy shock against the weaker rogue. Much to her surprise, he shrieked and fell backwards. It only took one holy shock, what a weakling! She used divine protection, she cast two holy light spells, which grossly over-healed her, but she wanted to be sure she was at full health. The shield faded; she strained to hold her weapon and shield at the ready. Vivian couldn’t seem to dodge anymore either, she was just too slow for some reason.

She deflected a few of his attacks, but then he punched her in the side and she stumbled forward onto the ground. The straps on her legplates popped off as her knees hit the ground. Her legs felt so much better unrestrained. She tried to avoid looking at her body until she was out of danger. Vivian tried to stand without thinking about her condition. It took a few moments to lift herself off of the ground. She bent over to pick up her mace and shield. As she leaned it put a great strain on her belt. She disregarded it for now and grabbed her shield. The mace would have to stay, she couldn’t exert herself anymore trying to stay at this angle.

She stood, her head snapped back to the place where the rogue had been before. He’s gone, the warlock is too! Cowards. Vivan listened, but heard nothing. She sighed and slowly looked down at her body. She was horrorstruck. I’m chubby! After throwing her shield down in anger, she leaned forward slightly to see her legs, they were fatter too! “I look like a Tauren!” She grabbed a portion of her forearm and pinched the fat. She hurriedly reached around to her rear. It had grown as well. She was nearly crying now, “my beautiful butt… it’s huge!”

Vivan waddled over to a tree and leaned against it, quietly crying. She didn’t notice the undead priest approach. “What’s the problem?” Vivan looked up and quickly wiped away the tears with the backs of her hands. The undead woman was dressed in a beautiful satin robe, but that was the only beauty she had. Her face was pasty green and missing pieces on both sides of her cheeks. Her hair was matted and she smelled foul. “Nothing, leave me alone!”

“Let me help you, deary,” her mouth was stuck half open and she had many missing teeth, it was unsettling. “I’m Grenda.” Vivian offered her name, but she couldn’t keep her face from scrunching up whenever she caught a waft of the woman’s foul odor. A sound from the east made them both look in unison. A very well equipped Alliance mage and druid, as well as the same warlock from the previous encounter were riding towards them.

Before they were close the same rogue from before attacked Grenda. Vivian used a judgement against him followed by a holy shock. He died instantly. Vivan had more power than she knew! The rest of the aggressors focused on her. Grenda chanted a prayer of mending, then she used a renew on Vivan as she was being attacked.

Vivian felt her body jerk and then it seemed like her skin was pulsing for a moment. She recovered and used a holy shock on the mage, killing him. At that point she noticed the warlock flee, abandoning his friend. The remaining druid shifted into moonkin form. He sent treants to attack her as he cast wrath bolts as fast as he could – but it was futile. She smited him with ease and destroyed his ancient guardians. Why do I have so much power now? She didn’t understand it at all. Grenda used two greater healing spells on Vivian after the fighting stopped.

Vivan’s body burst outwards in all directions. Her belt strained underneath her ever-growing stomach. After a short delay it snapped, allowing her bulging belly to fall forward unrestrained. Her shirt and pants were still digging into her skin uncomfortably. Vivian could now be considered obese. “This is terrible! What is causing this, what have I done?” She tried to understand what was happening as she started at her flabby extremities, awestruck.

“Now I see why you’re upset,” Grenda said.
“What is happening to me?!”
“Watch.” Grenda cast renew on the large blood elf. “It’s the healing spells.”
Vivian watched in complete shock as he body slowly pulsated outward each time the renew spell healed her. Grenda had a short smile spread across her face as she casted two greater heals. Vivan grew again abruptly, she fell backwards against the tree and slid to the ground. Her shirt and pants were stretched as far as they could go, and as she moved down the tree. It started tearing them every time they caught on the rough bark. As she reached the base her clothes were completely ripped along the back. The new fat on her body rippled since it was no longer retrained. Her brassiere and panties still held… Barely.

“You’re hurting me, stop it!”
“Oh deary, I can’t just stop now, I need to see more.”
“P-please, don’t!” Her outstretched arm was thickening in front of her.
“Another? Well sure!” Grenda cast again and again.

Vivian grabbed her breasts as she expanded further. Her brassiere made a ripping sound and left her holding tattered cloth against her chest. Her panties gave her an unbelievable wedgie. She squirmed trying to find comfort. Grenda cast again, which pushed the straps on Vivian’s underwear to break. She let out a sigh of relief and her body rocked slightly as the fabric was torn.

“Looks like you enjoyed that.” Grenda let out a raspy laugh as she walked over and pulled her tattered clothes off one by one, making sure to get the harder to reach pieces too. She put them in her satchel. Glancing back at Vivian with a wicked grin, she cast healing spells fast as she could. Each spell caused her to plump up a little more. Her butt was big enough now that it pushed her hips away from the base of the tree in rythm with each spell cast. She was laying back now, rather than sitting. Her neck was craned at an uncomfortable angle, which forced her to look at the rest of her body.. Her breasts had rolled off to either side and rested lightly on the ground. Her massive belly dominated her view, though. Vivian reached over her boobs to feel her girth, holding two folds on her stomach. Her skin was soft and warm to the touch.

Grenda stopped after a minute, eyeing her up and down. “That is the most unusual thing I’ve ever seen, deary!” She shrugged and called for her horse. “See you around.”

“You can’t just leave me like this!”
“I am going to town so I can go to bed, I’m sure someone else will come by soon to help.”
“What if it’s someone else from the Alliance?”
“I doubt they will attack a nude, unarmed, immobile fat lady.”
“I’m not worried about attacks.”
Grenda smirked, “well, you seem powerful enough to kill them with a spell or two. I would just make things worse. Looks like you’re the disgusting one now.” She gave a deep laugh and nodded to herself. Turning her warhorse, she galloped away.

Vivian yelled out and flailed her arms, but Grenda never slowed. She was alone now. It helped that it was early in the morning and not many people were roaming now, though she couldn’t reach the town anytime soon. Her neck was hurting, so she tried scooting back towards the tree. She managed to find a comfortable spot as she pushed herself up a few inches. The slightest exertion caused her to breathe heavily and sweat profusely now. Vivan contemplated her situation and how it would look to someone who passed by. There was nothing to be done about it, though. She sighed in despair and rested her head against the tree, closing her eyes.

She didn’t care what happened now, her body was grotesque. She had trained for so long and now she couldn’t even move anymore. She might be able to work it off after a long time, but whenever she was healed she would gain back the weight at outlandish speed. Her spells could kill in one strike now – but what good is that if you can’t move! At least that strange magic had allowed her to kill a huge number of those dogs. Then she remembered the trinket from earlier; she hadn’t even thought about it until now. Vivian was happy about her victory. For now she could do nothing but wait.