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"Yes...

YES!

...NO!" Tharja shouted into her empty room. She held her engorged breast between her hands, squeezing them gently. She was so sure that this was the tweak to her curse to make her chest, and only her chest, grow; but another paltry inch to the circumference of her already impressive cleavage... it was hardly noticeable. She was looking for BIG results, and she would have them.

Absentmindedly she began to drum across the side of her now enormous stomach. It had been growing quite steadily all mourning, from the size of a normal woman expecting but a single child to that of one bursting at the seams with at least 2 or 3, and her little experiments had only been helping it along its journey. The delicate fabric of her garment had torn and sheared across the vastness of her engorged womb as it stretched further and further away from her once slim frame. Flurries of moment from the occupants within sent ripples scattering across its surface; if each and every one was not accompanied by a tiny surge of torrid pleasure, why... she simply would not tolerate it.

"CURSES!!!" She bellowed to no one as she flung the latest spell book across the room. Despite her many, many outburst that morning, and some other rather ostentatious sounds as well, nobody had been in to check on her. Not particularly an odd turn of events, most in the camp knew to keep a safe distance... nor was it an unwelcome happenstance all things considered; and yet she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that Robin hadn't been by. He usually was around to check on everyone at a certain point though, she knew she MUST get this right before then... she must!

"Drat, Drat, DRAT!" Her rant continued as she began ripping books from their shelves and tossing them to the floor, searching for the one that might solve her growing crisis.

"Blast it alhhh... AhhhhhhhahhhhhHHHH..." Before she even had time to brace herself, her face ran flush and her cheeks crimson. In a flash her delicate fingers pressed into her sides as they began to kneed and claw at her incredible mass. Deep inside her belly a fierce pressure began to mount. With a great and heavy thud, she dropped down to her knees; her eyes fluttering back as her gaze narrowed and she began to pant and coo. Her thighs, now damp from sweat and lust, lightly rocked her heavy body back and forth as they prepared for the next onslaught of inevitable growth. Her stomach made a long low gurgle and began slosh about as the pressure and pleasure eclipsed within her. Like a snake wandering from its hole, her belly started to slither out across the cold ground. The front inched out further at first, then the sides too began stretch and grow outward. Finally the top rounded out, pushing her bosom ever closer to her face. The slight bumps and distention of whatever beings inhabited her engorged center now erupted into a frenzy of activity, stretching her skin out even more as the magic took hold of them. Her body rapidly expanded further and further, and Tharja was powerless to do anything but gasp for air as the ecstasy of her transformation wracked her again and again. Each inch stretched, every little kick; she could feel it all with the intensity of a dragons thunderous roar. Finally after several minutes, her fertile orb and it's occupants seemed satisfied, and the pressure faded just as quickly as it had come, leaving Tharja a quivering heap on the floor.

One by one Tharja's senses made their way back to her. Carefully returning to her feet, she began to survey the damage to immensely ripened form. Her chest seemed a bit bigger again she thought, failing to take into account their now closer proximity to her face; regardless she was pleased with that development. Her belly on the other hand... its size was beyond her comprehension. She mused it had become so large that one of her smaller companions could have fit inside with retaliative ease; like that insufferable little dragon brat...in her human form of course, though if things kept up this way nothing was out of the question. She slowly began to feel around the incredible mass, still not quite believing it could possibly be a part of her body. As she poked and prodded her insanely swollen figure, the seething rage began to bubble and brew once more. She had gotten the spell wrong again! AGAIN! And this growth had left her even more a bloated freak! Just as the anger was about to boil over, she caught a glimpse of something hidden under her immense belly. She slowly began to waddle and turn to her side so she could make out, not an easy task at her size; but eventually she recognized the ancient tome that rest at her feet. She carefully bent down to retrieve it, and upon opening it she perching it between her breast like a sort of makeshift desk. Realizing what it was she was looking at, a wicked smile crept across her face. She knew that THIS, this was the spell she had been searching for...

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Following on from fav.me/dbfdnp6 we see how Tharja's misadventures are progressing.