Beanna Saga, Chapter 1 Written by: Dragon6860 Editing and co-writing: JB/NL "Damnation! I'm never going to find my way out of this accursed forest!" Isis began to search in vain for some kind of a trail that would lead her out of the forest and back to civilization. "I knew I shouldn't have bought that magic compass from that street vendor. Magic indeed. It disappeared as soon as I got in the forest! If I ever get out of here, I swear, I'll shove that compass down his throat!" With that the girl looked at the sun, and began walking. She was pretty girl, standing about 6 feet tall. She had black hair with streaks of white in it; a souvenir from fighting a powerful mage. The only downside to her appearance was the fact that she had almost no breasts to speak of. Oh, If you felt her chest, you might feel something, but nothing showed. This was not always a bad thing, since the lack of frontal cargo had enabled her to escape from a number of tight spots. So she wasn't too depressed with her image. But when she saw men drooling over the big-busted wenches, she sometimes wished that she had something more substantial on top. But now, she had more pressing matters. It was beginning to get dark, and she had to find some kind of shelter to protect her form all the nasty creatures crawling around. So she hiked on, looking for something, anything. Isis was looking at the sun again, trying to guess how much longer it would be until nightfall, when she walked right into a low stone wall. "Oww! What in the name of the gods is this doing here?" Isis looked as saw that the wall became part of a long, broken street. If she hadn't hit her leg, she would have walked right by it. "Oh good ruins. There must be something around here with a door I can lock." Isis said. Isis began to run down the old street, looking for an intact building. Nothing around here looked like it would keep out the wind, let alone a hungry wolf. But then up ahead of her, she saw a huge cliff face. From where she was, she could see a set of stairs winding up the cliff. Isis began to run toward the cliff, hoping that the steps led to someplace dry and safe. "Must be some kind of temple," Isis thought as she climbed the steps. A huge door was in the side of the rock face. Isis slowly pushed the door open and walked inside. It was dark, but there was light coming in through the ceiling. She looked around her and saw statues lining the wall. These statues were about 20 feet tall, and each of them had a huge set of breasts. Isis wasn't sure on the size, but she estimated that they were at least 5 feet wide. Ahead of her, at the end of the hall, she noticed a large black statue. She wasn't sure, but it appeared that it was some kind of fertility statue. The statue was kneeling, and her stomach stuck out in front of her. Her breasts laid on top of them, almost half the size of the statue's huge belly. Still somewhat uneasy about the weird sensual sculptures in the long hall she had just traversed, Isis walked around the jet black goddess statue at the end of the hall, only to find an open door from which light spilled. "Light," she thought. "That means there can't be evil in there - evil would not be able to bear the light." However, cautiously, she approached the door, and as she came closer, she felt the warmth from within the room radiate out to her, and a strange, sweet perfume, sweeter than the sweetest honey wafted out to meet her. As she took a deep breath to calm her nerves, she felt her pulse drop slightly, her mind steady and her nervousness drop. Then she took the step into the room and stood in rapt fascination. Inside, lying on a large, fur covered couch was the largest woman she had ever seen, anywhere. She was lithe, supple and graceful, not very heavily built, but she was large. Very large. Isis sucked in her breath as she realized this deeply tanned woman was bigger than the Northern warriors she had seen. Her gaze traveled down the body of the woman, and Isis nearly gasped when she saw the woman's breasts. They were enormous! The woman slowly turned her head at the gawking girl, and piercing her with a look of her intense green eyes, she smiled, licked her tongue along her dark lips, and spoke in a soft, sultry voice "Please, come in and close the door." "Who are you ?" Isis asked. The woman, who by now had gotten up, revealing her full seven foot height, smiled as she walked gracefully to the back of the room. "Call me Beanna." "Uhm .. miss Beanna, can I stay here for the night ? I mean, I am lost in the forest, and.. and, it's dangerous outside.. and.." Beanna had by now reached the back of the room, and turned around, giving the girl a good look at her magnificently proportioned body. Her dark tan skin gleamed under the light of the torches, and her skin tight white dress did little to conceal her breasts, each of which was easily a foot in diameter. "Wow," Isis thought. "I've seen girls in shady bars use engorging charms, but I've never seen breasts that big." She flushed, realizing her own flat front, and having been told by a witch that engorging charms had no effect on her, because she had no breasts to speak of. She noticed she was staring at Beanna's breasts, and also that those turned her on beyond belief. Beanna walked back towards Isis, her hips gyrating, her breasts bouncing and jiggling every graceful, supple, fascinating step she took. Isis backed away from Beanna, not in fright, but nearly hypnotized by those swaying, thrusting, moving balls. Finally, Isis backed against the wall, and watched Beanna approach her, with those fantastic hooters. Beanna stopped, her breasts mere inches away from Isis's face. Isis saw the large, dark patches in the dress, obviously wet, and obviously covering her nipples. She gasped for breath. Beanna stopped, the wet patches on her dress inches away from Isis's face. "I believe," she said, in a hoarse, sultry voice, "you are a little interested in these here ?" She put her deeply tanned hands under her breasts, slowly lifting them out of the soaked dress, then let them sag, only ever so slightly, in place, peeling down her dress to her slim waist in the same motion. Isis stared wide-eyed and amazed at the pair of deep tan colored balls of flesh, each topped by a deep brown, nearly black, nipple, from each of which, a drop of creamy milk hung. Beanna looked down, put her arms forward against the wall, leaning over the girl, still with her breasts, and dripping nipples, at face height. "So," she asked, licking her lips. "Would you care for a drink ?" Isis was so enthralled by this woman, that all she could do was nod. "Well then," Beanna said. "Take a drink." Isis moved her head forward and licked the drop of milk from her nipple, producing a soft moan of pleasure from Beanna. It was the sweetest milk that she had ever tasted in her entire life. She then wrapped her lips aroundthe larger woman's sweet, soft, large nipples, and began drinking, sucking for all she was worth. It was so good! Isis knew that she could drink this forever. But suddenly Isis felt woozy. her vision began to fog as she began to falter. As she collapsed, she had a fleeting glimpse of a pair of dark red, strong arms catching her, then she passed out. Some time later, Isis awoke. She opened her eye, staring up at the dark ceiling, trying to make out where she was. Squinting, she tried to discern any pattern in the ceiling, but couldn't see any on the flat dark surface, although it appeared to be rock. Rolling her head sideways, blinking a few times to try and focus her eyes, she finally discerned she was in a large cavern, and she was lying down on what felt like a waterbed. Sitting up, she looked around, trying to focus on the things around her, she slid her hands over the warm bed until she touched a bulge. Puzzled by this, Isis looked at it, wondering what the hell could cause a bulge in a waterbed, and jumped off it, flushing red in embarassment, when she saw the nice, soft, warm bed was actually a breast, and the bulge she had felt was the nipple. She stood in amazement as the nipple slowly bulged, and a drop of cream colored milk appeared at the tip. She turned around, in total disbelief - and found that all the furnishings were made of breasts, in varying shape, size, and colors. There were breastcouches, breastchairs, both with different colored breastpillows on them. Then there were the beds, most like the one she'd just vacated; large, round, breasts with a large, engorged nipple on top. Looking back at the bed, she saw the drop of milk had slid off the nipple, and was dripping off the side. "I must be going crazy, " she thought. "This is unreal - this can't exist!" As if to seek verification, she steeled her resolve, walked back to the bed, and hesitantly stuck out a finger to scoop up a drop of milk, expecting it to disappear, but to her amazement, she pulled her finger finger, wet, from the drop. Seeking further proof, she decided to taste it. The sweet taste flooded back the memory of drinking from that strange woman's breasts .. and it tasted so good. And so did this. She quickly kneeled and lapped up the rest of the drop. Looking around, she wondered where the woman was. "Looking for me ?" The sound of the soft, sultry voice spun Isis towards the source, and her jaw dropped to the floor. She looked straight into the same pair of hypnotic green eyes, but as her gaze drifted across the woman's body, Isis stood stunned. Laying atop a ... thing .. composed of many large, bulky breasts pointing in all directions, was a 15 foot feminine, with dull red skin, a pair of enormous breasts, with dark, nearly black aureolae, with a pair of dribbling nipples topping them off. In one heartbeat, fear overcame Isis, and she turned to run. "Now, now," the sweet, sultry voice said. "Don't leave yet, The fun's just beginning." With those words Isis suddenly felt her chest heat up. Then just as suddenly, they began to grow! Her breasts ballooned out, becoming as big as cantaloupes, watermelons, as big as pumpkins. All this added weight made her very top heavy and caused her to fall forward, landing right on her new assets. Her twin globes shook like Jell-O, bounced her across the floor, and the shaking alone almost make her orgasm. "Please do stand up and walk towards me." Isis felt herself compelled to get up, did so, and began walking towards this huge feminine figure, which, by now, had gotten up from her resting spot and rose up her full lusty height. As she approached, Isis ergained her senses, and walked up to the woman until she lost sight of her face, covered entirely by those magnificent mammaries. Isis stopped as thick drops of creamy milk dropped to the floor in front of her, and she could do nothing else but stand there and gawk. The feminine squatted down, her breasts laying over her legs, sticking out beyond her knees, put out her hand, and gently pulled Isis close to her. Isis felt one large hand on her shoulder push her gently into one of those giant hooters, felt the feminine's milk streaming down past her body. "I am Beanna. I used to be a Siren in another world, which is very hostile to your kind. But I just couldn't stand my life there, and what the powers in charge there wanted from me. So I fled, to your world, very long ago." Beanna pulled Isis in tighter, increasing the flow of milk down Isis' body. "But.." Isis spoke up in a small voice, "why ..who ..what ...." Beanna put a finger over Isis' mouth. "Hush," she said. "I have accepted you in here for a reason. And I will reward you richly for it. You may experience some discomfort at first, but, somehow I think you will enjoy your time here." Isis panicked slightly as her breasts expanded rapidly, and not only that, she noted her nipples were swelling rapidly as well. She arched her back, gave in to the searing waves of pleasure Beanna sent magically crashing through her body, and watched in amazements as her boobs and nipples spilled outwards. As they grew, Beanna began caressing them, licking her tongue over the now three feet long, 18 inch thick nipples, Isis crooned, felt her breasts flush full of liquid, then gasped as she saw milk ooze out of her massive nipples. Without stopping her lusty gaze at Isis, Beanna let her tongue travel all the way up one nipple, and began licking off the milk. "Mmmm. This tastes very good." Beanna said. "I must have some more." With that, Beanna began sucking on Isis's nipple, driving Isis to extasy. Her moaning becoming louder, then turned to screams, as Beanna continued sucking. Finally, when she thought that she could stand it no more, Isis felt her breasts bulge, then erupted in orgasm, spraying milk in huge jets all over the room. Beanna looked down at Isis. "Now, didn't that feel good?" Isis dumbly nodded in reply. "Do you wont to have more fun?" Isis bedidn't you ? Well, now were going to play a game. But to play, you need some changes." Beanna looked at Isis who was just beginning to regain her sense, when she suddenly began to feel herself growing again. But not just her breasts this time. this time she felt her entire body began to grow. She slowly grew, until she was standing eye to eye with Beanna, matching her in height, and also, she noted smiling to herself, in breasts. She jiggled them a little, giggling. "This first little contest is a pleasure contest. Whoever can make the other orgasm first, wins." "And, what happens to the loser ?" Isis asked. "Well, the loser gets fucked by the winner. But don't worry," Beanna licked her lips again, and flashed a smile, "even if you lose, you still get the excitement and orgasms." Snapping her fingers, Beanna cleared a piece of floor of breastfurniture, then explained to Isis they would attempt to make each other cum by eatng the other out. Both of them dropped down to the floor, in the start position. " Are you ready?" Isis nodded. "Then Go!" With that Beanna immediately began to eat out Isis. Isis began to use her hands, tongue, and head to try to make Beanna orgasm first, not hesistating to jiggle and maneuver her newly found mams to cause maximum pleasure for her opponent. But she could tell, that she was losing quickly. she could feel Beanna's long, irresistable tongue inside of her, tickling her pussy. She tried to hold back, but suddenly she couldn't any longer. With a scream of pleasure, She came all over Beanna's face. Beanna gave her one last lick, and sat up, pulling Isis up to a sitting position as well. "MmmmMMmmm," Beanna said. "That tasted so good. And you were very good. Another few seconds and you would've gotten me. But you lost this round. So you know what that means?" Isis nodded a little dejected, then, since the inevitable was going to happen anyway, reclined and spread her legs. Isis felt herself change again. She felt herself growing smaller, until she was about 10 feet tall. But her breasts had been doing the opposite. They ballooned out, growing bigger and bigger, until her breasts were well over 30 feet side to side, and 40 long. But the growth didn't just affect her breasts, she could feel her nipples stretching, expanding, hardening, heating as well. They grew bigger and thicker, until they were almost five feet long, and at least two foot wide. She looked at Beanna, who walked forward, stepped over one breast with one leg, and looked down at a rather stricken Isis. "Don't worry, dear, you're going to enjoy this ride" Isis nipple slid into Beanna's dripping pussy, and almost drove Isis crazy with feeling. Isis could actually feel Beanna's contracting pussy sliding up and down her huge nipple, and through the haze of the impending orgasm, she noticed that her other breast was jetting milk all over the room. But she soon became distracted as Beanna began riding hard on top of her bulging, expanding breast. Isis let out a scream of pleasure as she, and immediately afterwards, Beanna erupted in orgasm. Milk spewed from Isis's breasts like a tidal wave, and into Beanna. Isis looked up at Beanna as she rose off Isis' massive, now limp nipple. "Now that was fun." Apparently all of Isis' milk had gone right into Beanna, and straight into her breasts. They were so big that they were hitting the floor when Beanna kneeled down. "I've never had anyone do that to me before," she said, standing up, her oversize hooter bouncing up and, to Isis' amazement, staying up, projecting like beach balls from her body. As she spoke, Isis could see both hers and Beanna's breasts reduce to a more managable size. "Lets play more games! Hmmm, Oh I know! Lets play Inflatable dolls!" "What's that?" Isis asked, as she noticed her breasts were now two feet across on her normal height. She shook them for effect, triggering a smile from Beanna. "Oh, It's a fun game. I'll show you," Beanna chatted as they walked side by side through the cave. "I'll show you what happens when nasty girls with big tits, wanting more comee here." They walked into a large, long hall, and on both the sides, lines of women stood, each about 10 feet tall, and their mammaries had to be at least six feet across. "All these girls that came here looking for more than their fair share of tits, they get put here, In the Hall of Busts," Beanna explained. As Beanna walked past she ran a hand along their breasts. In response, there suddenly became a moaning from the statues. Isis could see the longing for release in their eyes, how they wanted Beanna so badly. "Now, let's see. where did I put them." Beanna bent over a small altar, chanted a few words, then turned around with two things n her hand. "Here they are." She took out two dolls and began to walk back to the main chamber. As they walked back, Beanna explained the rules. "Ok, here's how Inflatable dolls is played. First, This doll is me and this one is you. You get to blow up the doll resembling me, and I get to blow up the doll resembling you. Whoever manages to get any part of the doll to hit the cavern ceiling first, wins. To keep things fair, and to get you used to the game, when we get back to the main hall, you get to practice a little." "But how do you blow these up ?" "Simple. There's a long hose attached to the doll, and you blow in that. Just take good long deep breaths, and you'll be fine." Isis took the doll and hose, and noted that the hose went straight in between the legs of the doll. Isis was happy about this contest. She had a great lung capacity, and she felt that she had a good chance. With that on her mind, She began to take a deep breath. But her breath wasn't stopping! She continued to inhale as she could see her breasts growing bigger. and not just her breasts. She could feel her ass, her thighs, her arms, her belly, all started to expand with the air she was inhaling. Suddenly, she stopped, and the air stopped rushing in. By this time, her breasts were huge balloons floating above her, and she could feel her belly and ass touching the gound. She gently bounced, like, well, like a balloon. With great effort, she lifted the hose to her mouth and blew. The doll first snap-inflated to its normal size and proportions, but didn't stop there. As Isis blew, the excess air seemed to concentrate in one specific part of the doll - the breasts. They inflated outwards, rose up, growing bigger and bigger, as Isis felt herself contracting, until she finally had no air left, and was back to her normal self. She looked up at her handiwork and giggled. The breasts of the doll were about a third of the way to the ceiling. Beanna gasped in surprise. "Wow, that is absolutely impressive! Most don't get the doll nearly that big without taking another breath inbetween! I'm going to have a tough time beating you. Oh, by the way, if you lose, you get turned into your doll, tits and all, and the winner gets to fuck the loser in that state. Just thought I'd mention it. Are you ready?" Isis nodded, as her doll deflated back to nothing. "Go!" Beanna yelled. Isis began inhaling hard, inflating herself faster then she had before. Her breasts, belly and ass, all practicalyl exploded outwards. She continued to inhale, and she got even bigger then before. Now, she could not feel the floor with her feet at all. her belly and ass supported her as she grew bigger and bigger. Suddenly she came to a stop. she quickly lifted up the hose and began blowing. The breasts of the doll ripped upward, two blazing towers heading towards the ceiling at frightening speed. Isis blew harder, and the breasts of the doll grew more. When she couldn't blow any more, she looked at her doll and saw in amazement that the breasts were over halfway to the ceiling. She glanced over at Beanna, and say that she was still blowing into her doll, and the tits of that doll were shorter by a good 10 feet. Smiling, Isis began sucking in air again, inflating to a huge size. She began blowing harder, and could see the breasts of the doll grow up, up, towards the ceiling. Through her squinted eyes, about halfway through her breath, she saw her doll's breasts touch the ceiling. But Isis still had a long way to go. She blew in harder, and saw the breasts press aganst the celing, and begin to grow out to mammoth proportions. She had seen skyships smaller than these! She exhaled harder, and by the time she was done, the breasts looked like two huge spheres, as round as they were tall. She looked at Beanna, and she was looking at Isis with a kind of awe. Beanna's doll hadn't even gotten close to the ceiling. "You know, you're the first person to beat me at this in a long time. I'm very impressed. As a reward, I'm going to give you some very special powers. When you leave here, although you will not remember what happened here, you will be able to fully control your breast size, and be able to lactate on demand. You will have full knowledge of that power, too. "And, as my penalty for losing," Beanna's breasts suddenly surged out, swelling, rising, expanding, growing completely taut, as Beanna allowed her Beanna's nipples were also huge almost twelve feet long, and three feet wide. "They're going to stay like this, until you suck all of the milk out. let me give you a little help to accomplish that." Beanna gestured at Isis, and Isis felt herself growing taller. She grew and grew until she could grasp each of Beanna's nipples with one hand and pull them towards her. She could hear Beanna scream with pleasure as she grabbed it, and heard her scream again as she began sucking on it. The milk tasted so good, Isis draped herself over one nipple, sucking and sucking, while she maneuvered her pussy over the other, slid the monster nipple in with some effort, then began thrusting. In a dim part of her mind, she noted that she could se her breasts growing slightly bigger with every swallow, every thrust. Isis continued to suck and fuck, and Beanna crept closer and closer to eruption. Isis began rubbing, fondling, licking her nipple, and suddenly Beanna climaxed. Milk came pouring out of her like a river, and Isis clamped down her lips and pussy to receive as much as she could. She could see her breasts bulging further, looking rounder and rounder. But then the milk flow came to a stop, as Beanna got up and stood shakily, bringing Isis down to her size, but keeping her breasts at the same proportions. "That was one of the best orgasms I have ever had," Beanna exclaimed. "Ohhh, it felt so good! Lets play more games! Lets play Target Practice!" Beanna clapped her hands, and from a pair of hidden alcoves, a pair of ten feet tall, massively busted women stepped. "These are Bustbitches," Beanna explained. "These are my servants." "Here's how you play. You have to hit the Bustbitches with your milk. Just squeeze and tug your nipple, and aim. They're going to be standing there. Aim for the breasts. It makes them grow bigger! Whoever fills her up the most wins!" "The loser," Isis said smiling, "is getting laid ?" Beanna bent down, kissed her square on the lips, and smiled. "Good guess. Ready ?" Isis took her breast in her hand and gave it a light squeeze. Sure enough, a stream of milk shot out. "Ready" said Isis. "Then go!" They both took positions, and began firing away. Isis had a hard time directing her milk though, as her enlarged breasts kept jiggling. Soon, she began to shoot with some accuracy, but Beanna was already far ahead, Isis tried to squeeze harder, but she couldn't win any more. Suddenly, her breast stopped squirting out milk, and so did Beanna's. There was no doubt Beanna had won the round - the breasts on the Bustbitch she was aiming for were over three times as large. "Yay!" Beanna said clapping her hands. "I win! And now, for some more fun." Beanna looked at Isis and she could feel her breasts begin to grow. Thew grew larger and larger, until she started to get pulled up by her huge tits. "Oh, goody," Beanna said. "More breast play." With that, she climbed on top of Isis's breasts and began suck on her nipple. "Hmm. Can't have the other nipple go to waste can we?" Beanna smiled at Isis. With that Beanna began to grow taller, until her pussy slipped over Isis' other nipple. With Beanna sucking one nipple, and fucking another, Isis felt her body explode in a sensation of pure extasy, and she concentrated on thrusting and moving her breasts to complement Beanna's every move. She let out screams of pleasure as she felt Beanna sucking on her nipples. Beanna began to squirm and Isis's milk flowed into her. Then she let out a scream of bliss as Isis and Beanna peaked at the same time. Milk roared out of Isis's tits and into Beanna's mouth and pussy. Isis could actually see Beanna's breasts growing bigger and bigger as both their orgasms raged on. "By the heavens," Isis thoguht "How much of that growth is milk, and how much her own magics ?" When she thought that she couldn't hold on for another second, she suddenly passed out, and her wonderful orgasm came to a close. Beanna stood up, cradling her huge tits in front of her. "Well, Isis, You should know that that was the best sex that I have ever had. Congratulations, even though you lost the last round!" Isis, who by now has gotten a normal body, with a pair of big bouncy boobs on it, blinked. "Well, I guess I'll let you go now. But it wouldn't do to have you go and tell the entire world, so a little memory edit, and off you go! Oh, and don't forget the gift I gave you! Put it to good use!" Isis slowly began to wake up. The last thing that she remembered was she had tripped over a wall and hit her head on a tree. As Isis slowly sat up, she became aware of a great weight on her chest. So that witch had been speaking the truth about her endowment elixer. She looked down at her chest. She had breasts! Nice ones too. They were about the size of melons, and very firm and bouncy. She was positive that she didn't have them before, so the witch must have ben speaking the truth. As Isis stood up, her breasts rubbing against the rough cloth, she shivered in happiness. Maybe, she thought, having these won't be such a bad thing after all. She smiled and jumped up in the air, making her breasts bob up and down hard. It felt so good! She knew, that at any time, she could grow them bigger, and, the witch had said, if she wanted milk from them, all she needed to do was think of it. She smiled, willing her breasts to expand. She felt them chafe against the cloth of her top, saw her cleavage deepen considerably. Those busty wenches in those shady bars, she knew, they wouldn't stand a single chance. Popping one breasts out of the top, she forcefully willed it to lactate. She gasped as a massive jet of milk exploded from her engorged nipple, and her breast didn't even change size at all! "Yes," she thought, "that kind old witch really gave me a new start in life. Too bad she told me never to come back, or she'd take them away!" Then Isis picked her gear off the ground and began to walk out of the forest, taking high bouncy steps, moaning in pleasure every step of the way.