Yrba's Travels Pt. 12

And what hatched was more breast. Within moments, the expanded volume became part of her, she felt her senses, her nerves extend into it, it was more of her, more cozy room for more of the same to come and nest in.

The next pearl of blistering energy already forced itself into her. It spread her labia, effortlessly now, and entered her as a long, thick bolt of heat and arousal. It penetrated her body, filled her skin with its feral energy and emptied itself into her breasts, swelling them further from the inside.

And the next.

And again.

She lost count and all restraint as normal time returned and things began to move even faster. Tumbling down in mid-air, her arms held out wide, her fall was gently caught by the soft mass of her breasts exploding from her chest. On contact with the ground, her nipples were painfully forced back into the expanding cloud of soft bosom flesh that hit the theater's floor far ahead of her. She sank into the warm, stretching and yielding pillows and dared to open her eyes again.

Oh yes! Yes! That's even better than the last time!

The chain of white orbs kept on bombarding her wide-open crotch, diving into her boiling womb one after another, and the rebound from her drop to the floor made her rise so quickly the air was pushed out of her lungs, along with her frantic cry:

"More! More! Up and awayyyy!"

With her arms and legs spread wide apart, she held on to her own breasts that kept on growing, eagerly sucking up all the enchanted flesh and milk that Mirca could provide. Yolanda felt hollowed out, a thin stretch of skin over a bubbling ocean of magic.

The town! I can see the town from up here! And I'm still growing! This is awesome! More! Come on! There's room in there! Yes! More!

Fill me! Fill me up! Fill me all the w—

Oh gods. No. No! What's happening? Now they're getting taut. They're gonna —!

Her eyes widened. The air in the amphitheater was filled with the din of old stone pillars crashing down, shoved aside by her expanding breasts. And above that, the gurgle and rumble of huge amounts of liquid in motion. And above that, there was the horrible creaking and squeaking that grew louder and louder until she couldn't hear anything else; until her eyes saw nothing but veined, throbbing, milk-white skin extending from her chest towards the horizon, glistening in the pearly sheen of tautness, and the blue, cloudless sky above, growing nearer.

Heavens! It's too much! Too much! I can't —

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Chapter 69: Several Uprisings

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"Wakey, wakey, rise and shine, dear," twittered Yrba's piercing falsetto.

Mirca groaned. "Go — away. You know I won't get up any time soon."

Yrba laughed. "I'm not so sure about that." She clapped her hands. "Maids, dress the queen!"

Mirca jumped up. Her breasts sloshed along. "Dress? I didn't fit into a dress for months!"

She stared in disbelief at her body. Were her breasts still grotesque? Definitely. But these were because they were but empty bags of skin that hung to her thighs.

"What — how — heavens! You did it! I don't know how, but you did it! You've got to tell me how you did it!"

"All in due time, my dear. Once you're decent," as far as that's possible, she added in the privacy of her head, "I'd like you to meet Yolanda and thank her for that."

"Yolanda?"

"Yes. Awesome, that girl. Took in all you could dish out. Though it was a pretty close call, for an hour or two. But we've managed to free her nipples from beneath her breasts so she could get a little release. Amazing, what a lever — or twenty — can do. The first boat with barrels of milk is going to arrive around noon, and they'll distribute it to the townspeople. We'll have enough to go around, even for the whole winter. No more half-starved faces. One less thing to worry about."

~

The door was thrown open. A maid, with a fresh bruise on her cheek and a blackening eye, her dress torn, a badly scratched breast hanging out, rushed through.

"Goddess! Witch! Quick, we need you! The villagers! They've broken down the gate!"

Through the open door rang the distant din of an angry crowd. Yrba spun to the blonde who rose to her feet, and hissed nervously:

"Fuck! They haven't heard the news, I guess, and after that discharge of magic, I surely wouldn't bet my life on the sympathy in your milk. Can't reason with a mob! Come on! We've got to sneak out while we can! They'll surely calm down once the new milk arrives. That's not our problem!"

Mirca shook her head before she calmly spoke.

"Yes, you're right, it's not our problem." She straightened herself and combed her ruffled hair back. Reaching for the tiara by her bed, she continued, "It's my problem. These are my girls, and I will not have them getting beaten and violated."

Yrba's eyes met hers, and, slowly, the witch's face changed into a smile. Mirca stood on her own feet now, in more than one regard. Yrba nodded to the proud and solemn figure.

Oh how they grow so quickly, don't they? Before you know it, they're ready to soar and walk their own roads.

~

Mirca swayed just a little bit when she stomped into the main hall. They were waiting for her, just about everybody from the town who was still strong enough to walk. She raised her arms in a wide gesture, and her gown fell open along her chest.

"Silence! What is this? Your queen demands an answer! You, blacksmith! Speak!"

She sat down on the throne while the noise died down. Her flabby breasts slipped over her thighs and covered her crotch.

"Well? I'm waiting!"

"You? Who made you queen? Carwon is gone, and where are your divine powers now? Just look at you! The Goddess has left you, and sure as hell you can't be queen of Ebron! The queen must have tits like that!" The angry man held his hands out as far as he could reach. "Not something like those flabby sacks, you drained, dried-up —"

Mirca ground her teeth and jumped up. "You spineless, ungrateful bastard!" She stomped towards him and felt her anger rising, something that hadn't happen for months. The last veils of the magic that had kept her docile burned up in the heat of her newfound rage. "I'll slap you silly with those dried-up sacks!"

He recoiled and dropped to his knees. "Mercy! Forgive this humble servant for ever doubting you!"

Mirca stopped and just then noticed the itching and straining in her breasts. She stared with a mixture of joy and fear at her boobs that kept on filling up at an alarming rate. Joy, because it felt as good as ever; and fear, because, where would they stop? Would they stop, this time?

And the moment she asked herself this question, the growth stopped, causing a slight quiver of inertia struggling against elasticity that ran back and forth over her skin.

All right ... uh, boobies, listen, g—grow?

The faint gurgling started anew. The orbs grew heavier, slowly starting to pull her down to the floor as her back began to ache and her stooping became worse.

Stop! ... smaller? Just so much that I can stand straight!

A gush of warm milk ran from her nipples and down the breasts, tickling her skin.

Oh wow. Oh wow! I've got a hold on myself again! Yrba's going to be so proud of me! No, don't giggle! Try to look regal! Boobies, you spurt until you're down to — all right, wheat sacks should do for now. And tighten up, for heaven's sake!

She stared down on the trembling man and straightened up to her full height, with a gleam in her eyes. A murmur of "Oooh" and "Aaaah" rose from the crowd as her breasts sprayed on and on, soaking the crouching figure in front of her while climbing into a bullet shape that not just defied, but ridiculed gravity.

"Robert the blacksmith, I'll let your insolence slide just this one time. Remember, I know where you live." She looked up into the faces of the townspeople. "I let you down, all of you. I won't let that happen again. Listen up! Go down to the harbor! Tell everyone! By noon, there will be enough milk to go around. Nobody will hunger, not today, not come next winter. But if you ever dare to mock me again, my breasts will come after you and crush you! Out now! The lot of you!"

~

Yrba sat down on the stairs of the throne. She looked down on her hands resting on her knees and sighed. Then she pushed down with her arms and stood up.

"Well, congratulations on you remaining the Queen of Ebron! I guess now you won't need my help any more. Oh, and — I'm proud of you. The show just now, that was a mighty fine command you've got over your milkies. You sure have grown a lot, in many ways."

"No! Don't leave! What do I know about running a country? I need your advice more than ever."

"You're asking me for advice on that? Girl, what do I know about running a country? You're as good as I when it comes to a stern voice and the physical intimidation, even more so. There's nothing left for me to teach you."

She kept walking towards the big gates, all the while talking over her shoulder.

"I'll be back next year. Give it a try. Now that you've got a grip on your bloat again, you can sneak out the backdoor and make a living hiding in the woods, anytime you please. At least that's something I was able to teach you."

Mirca laughed. "Yes, but I don't think I'll do that. I've got to take care of Yolanda. She must be totally helpless, and, well, I'm kind of responsible. I won't leave by myself. They'll have to drive me out."

Yrba nodded. "Uh, Yolanda. Damn. Well," she hesitated, "You're right. I guess I'll have to stay around too, then."

"No. Don't. I — I order you to leave the palace. Go your ways. Begone. Whatever," Mirca sighed.

"Wait, what?" Yrba turned around and stared at her with wide eyes.

"Oh shut up! You know as well as I do, you've already made promises to your clients and you've got your deliveries to make. You want the road. Maybe some day, when you decide you're getting too old for all the traveling and you're free from those duties — you'll always be welcome —"

She sniffed and held her hand over her eyes. "Go now. Please, before I —," she quietly added.

"I will. And, maybe, someday ..."

Yrba bit her lip, then she straightened her back, turned and walked out into the bright sunshine.

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Chapter 70: A Prince In Time

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The first stumbling block on the way waited for her the very moment she turned around after closing the palace doors behind her. Yrba recoiled when she found herself only inches from the wrong end of a polished, sparkling blade.

"Begone, foul creature of the night, lest I run you through!" barked a voice.

As insults and threats went, that one left Yrba unimpressed. She looked along the sword pointing at her face and ran her mental checklist.

Blond hero? Check.

Noble steed? Check.

Prince and/or knight? Check.

Clever? The hell with it, he scored three out of four already!

Her face relaxed. She smiled at him and waved with her hand.

"I never thought I'd say this to a man, but you're too late. Come on, put that toothpick away and lower your shield. If you're looking for the damsel in distress, she's in there."

She pointed over her shoulder towards to the palace door.

"We don't have foul creatures of the night around here. We've had a bad case of the viziers. And you're late for that, too, the grand vizier's dead already. You just need to court the queen a bit and then help her with running the country."

Might be a lot harder than just parading around in a polished armor, boy. Then again, with that noble sign on your shield, you look like you're at least a bit familiar with politics and you've got a loud voice. Not too shabby.

"What?" he asked in a puzzled voice and lifted the visor on his helmet. Bright blue eyes and a smooth face with a strong jaw. Yrba pursed her lips.

"Oh great. You're the youngest of three brothers, right?" And you're about Mirca's age. Good.

"Uh, yes, but I don't see why —," he stuttered as his nervously darting eyes found her neckline and got lost in her cleavage.

"Just go in there, boy. And enter slowly. She needs a friend more than a hero, all right? Hey, do you like really big boobs?"

He blushed, but straightened himself.

"A prince doesn't answer to these impertinent questions!"

Yrba lowered her voice in mock seriousness.

"Of course not." She chuckled and leaned to him. "Your blushing is good enough an answer for me."

"Uh, so, I — so, she's a princess, right? I mean, that's what it's supposed to be, and —"

Yrba frowned. "Well, she hasn't been queen for long, I guess that still counts —"

"Good, good." The young man looked almost sick now. "Uh, and — and she's a virgin, r—right?"

The witch stood akimbo. "A virgin? What kind of question is that, you impudent—"

He shrank right in front of her. "I — sorry, I, — err—"

Yrba rolled her eyes. "Oh, all right. Listen, she's much better than a simple virgin. She's educated." She winked and cast a quick glance over him, and smiled as she continued, "And I can guarantee, if you court her nice and friendly, that there will be a virgin in your wedding bed."

She stepped on down the stairs, past the dazzled, thwarted wannabe hero. With every step, she smiled a bit more until she grinned ear to ear. I really hope his other lance is up to the task, too. Between Mirca and Yolanda, he might even get two for the price of one.

Yrba heard the creaking of the huge door, Mirca's husky "Ooh Hel--lo", his exclamation of "Goodness gracious!" and the clanging of his shield as it dropped to the marble floor.

She laughed as she danced down the last steps.

~

Yrba was checking her horse's harness when he came running after her, knelt down before her and grabbed her hand.

"I must apologize. I didn't realize you were the royal counselor. She —"

He rubbed his cheek that had started to glow in a deep reddish tone except for the five pale prints of spread fingers.

"— uh, was quite explicit about her opinion towards me, brushing you off like that."

Yrba chuckled, struggling to keep a straight face. She nodded.

"Yes, that's one of her virtues. She doesn't beat around the bush."

"She told me to tell you that you'll always be welcome here whenever you choose to visit. And me, I need to thank you for — I don't know. For the 'enter slowly' advice or whatever. Heavens, I — my heart almost stopped when I — And she's so tall! One could get lost in her! And have you seen her, uh, you know, her — her — they're ginormous!"

"Seen them? Boy, I made them. Play your cards right, and you might feel them soon. And what you've seen wasn't even the first of it."

He stared at her, speechless, then fumbled for his pouch and pulled from it a shining plate, embossed with a coat of arms.

"Take this as a token of my gratitude. It'll make traveling a lot easier for you, I assume. Any companion of this divine beauty is more than worthy to become an honorary advisor to the shire of Barenia, too."

"Barenia, uh-huh. Big shire. You've made quite a journey. First time for everything, eh?"

"Sorry, what?"

"Is this your first time abroad, boy?"

He glanced around. The courtyard was empty. His posture deflated with a sigh, and he fidgeted with his fingers.

"Uh, yes. Hey, listen, I — I'm doing this all wrong, I just know it. I hate this grandstanding, okay? You know, like you said, youngest prince and stuff. I mean, my father, he practically forced me to go and slay something evil, as if that's any qualification to run a country! Not a clue about bookkeeping or planning ahead, those kings, it's all just jousting and parading, and he wonders why there's a famine every now and then! These are dark ages indeed. I mean, look at the old empire! They knew how to run a country! Well, except for the invading and stuff, that obviously didn't work so well. I've read all about it."

He rose to his feet and cleared his throat.

"You've got to excuse me now. She told me to come back immediately, and I don't want to anger her —"

"Oh, you'll be doing great, pal! The two of you are made for each other, believe me!"

And off he was, scampering back up the stairs. Regally scampering, of course.

My blond charger and that brainy guy! I guess he's earned another check mark in the 'clever' row, and we're good to go at four of four points.

And this little trinket here —

Yrba pouched the seal and barely hid her glee. Yes, this would come in handy at just about every border in the whole country. Barenia not only was the biggest shire far and wide, it also was well-known for its hostile attitude towards those who did not respect the men and women traveling under its seal of protection.

~

The gypsy climbed on her caravan's coach box and pulled out a drinking bag. Raising it towards the palace, she took a big gulp and declared:

"Well, here's to another happy end for the books."

She clicked her tongue and worked the reins.

"Get going, horsey!"

The shire horse snorted and leaned its massive weight into the harness. Hundreds of tiny vials jingled in their boxes in the back of the wagon as it set itself into motion.

"High time to do something about all those other poor flat-chested girls out there," grinned Yrba, reached for her pouch and bit down on a fresh stalk as she leaned against the gently rocking wall in her back.

And the caravan rolled on through the gate, onto the vast pastures and towards the setting sun.

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Chapter 71: Rekindled Flames

Yrba didn't get very far that day. Two hours later, at noon, her cart rocked through a small village in the next valley when a loud whistle called after her.

"Stealing away again, old crone?" yelled a cheerful voice.

Yrba pulled at the reins and turned in her seat to peek around the corner of her caravan. A curvy brunette, maybe a tad older than the gypsy but in prime shape nonetheless, slunk hip-swayingly over to her, and her buttock's rolling motions sent her flared skirt flying and made her propped-up ample cleavage quiver. She put her hands on her narrow waist. Cocking her head and shaking her long brunette hair out of her face, she raised her eyebrows.

"Patra?" the witch gasped disbelievingly. A nod, and the stacked waylayer smiled broadly, winking at the gypsy. Yrba's former servant no longer wore her hair tied back, but let it flow in a thicket of curls, and that made all the difference. Well, that, and about six or seven well-placed extra pounds on her frame, together with her bare, toned arms. She was all woman now and not a single bit of a demure maid any more. Grabbing the caravan's corner with one hand, Patra pulled herself up to Yrba and poked her forefinger into the witch's yielding breast.

"You did something big again, didn't you? Rumors are flying everywhere, and I won't let you leave until you tell me all about it!"

Yrba sighed theatrically, but she already chuckled as she turned her caravan around.

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It was near sunset when Yrba finished her story. Despite Patra's pleading to stay with her for the night while her husband was away, the witch bid goodbye and set up camp a few minutes' ride outside of the town in a secluded clearing. At one time, hoofbeats passed in the distance, but apart from that, no other sounds disturbed the bird calls that turned into the chirps of crickets as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. The dark-skinned gypsy yawned and stretched her limbs. She wrapped herself up in a blanket and laid down by the fireside, stirring the embers. Rolling on her back, she watched the twinkling red dots of the sparks rise into the starry night sky. Tomorrow would bring new faces and new places. Tonight was a night for contemplation.