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Disclaimer, This story may or may not contain things which you may or may
not feel are objectionable (sex, violence, and fattening foods).  The
writer (here for known as Me) of this story accepts no responsibility for
any undue effects which befall the reader (here for known as You) for
reading this story.  Side effects may include tiredness, horniness,
difficulty walking, hot flashes, spontaneous breast enlargement, and
gangrene.  If you're pregnant or nursing it is recommended to check with a
physician before reading this story.  If you're not, you will be by the end
of the story.  Anyone with a heart condition should know better.  Despite
rumors this story will NOT help you attract large hordes of buxom nymphs.
Really, it doesn't.  Ok, there have been one or two cases, but it probably
won't happen to you unless you read this story several times and say a
prayer to Eris.  Maybe the above is true, maybe it's not.  One guarantee
though is if you are not over 18 years old, DO NOT read this story or your
naughty bits will fall off.



   The Wizard of Hooterville By Munch Wolf

   A light rain drizzled across Lady Rebecca d'LaCroix's face as she slowly
rode her horse towards the town.  After days of sleepless journeying she
had finally tracked down her prey.  Just a week ago, the King of the land
had dispatched her to investigate strange reports in the area.  After
visiting three other towns, her sources finally directed her here, to the
town of Hooterville, as the cause of the disturbances.

   Lady d'LaCroix stopped her horse on the bridge as three maidens
approached from the town.  Each lady stood just less than six feet tall,
and flaxen curls cascaded from their head down to their shoulders.  Their
eyes beheld a vacant gaze as if entranced, and their huge breasts swayed as
they walked.  Their appearance assured her that she was at the right place.

   "Pardon me, milady," she called out, "but I am looking for the Tavern of
the Hefty Owls."

   "Oh my," giggled one of the lasses, "look at how small she is."

   Rebecca instinctively threw her cloak over her front to hide it from
their snickers.  "Excuse me, but I need to find the Tavern.  I'm on urgent
business from the King."

   "The King?  Is he around here?" One of the buxom beauties gasped, and
proceeded to preen her hair.

   "No, the King isn't around here." Lady Rebecca grunted, to which the
blonde pouted.  "I said I'm looking for the Tavern."

   "We have a tavern." the third girl chirped up, "I think it's called the
Hearty Towel."

   Lady d'LaCroix sighed, "Hefty Owl?"

   The third lass paused for a moment scratching her finger on her
forehead, and then replied, "Yup, that's the name."

   Rebecca waited for a few moments, hoping the ladies would supply more
information, but they just stood a watched her.  The second had gone back
to preening her hair.  "And where is it?" Lady Rebecca asked.

   "Where's what?" The girls replied in unison.

   Rebecca rubbed her hand across the back of her neck, paused for a
moment, and mentally counted to five so as not to scream.  "Where is the
Tavern of the Hefty Owls?" She stated a bit louder than she hoped.

   "Oh." the first girl exclaimed, as if grasping Lady Rebecca's request.
She then pointed over towards Hooterville, "It's in the town."

   Rebecca bit her upper lip.  She shouldn't have expected much of a
reasonable response from these ladies.  After all they were obviously
afflicted with the mysterious aliment she had been sent to investigate.  At
least she knew she was in the right place.  Rebecca nodded as if that was
an acceptable answer, and prodded her horse to continue onward.  The three
ladies cheerfully waved goodbye, and then started walking back towards the
town, having forgotten where they were going.

   The town itself wasn't as large as she feared and she quickly found the
Tavern.  She had pondered asking another of its inhabitants, but thought
better of it.  Each lady she saw appeared a replica of the trio she had met
earlier, just under six foot, with curly blonde eyes, a vacant stare, and
breasts of an unusually large proportion.  Each man she saw grinned at her
lustfully.  In a world of tall, flaxen bimbos, you don't see a short, war
weary, brunette every day.  Maybe they were anticipating what was in store
for her.  Rebecca clenched the amulet dangling around her neck tightly.  If
this thing worked the way it should, then they'd be sorely disappointed.

   Lady Rebecca tied her horse to a post and wandered into the Tavern.  It
was not much different than any other tavern she had visited, and she
quickly glanced around the room.  A portly bartender stood behind the
counter cleaning a glass, and several customers, whose faces looked like
they belonged on wanted posters, were eyeing Rebecca uncomfortably.  The
only thing out of place was the two extremely busty bar wenches who were
trying to serve drinks, but kept forgetting who had ordered what.

   Rebecca glared once more around the tavern and realized it wasn't the
bar wenches who were out of place, she was.  No wonder everyone was staring
at her.  Rebecca grabbed a bag of coins from her belt and slammed it down
on the bar.  "I'm looking for a man named Makim Bimbous, and there's a
hundred pieces for anyone with information."

   A hushed whisper fell over the crowd, and for the first time everyone
avoided looking at Rebecca, that is except for a dark skinned man at the
end of the bar.  He stood up and approached her.  He was tall and built
like a warrior.  "Save your money, unless you want to pay for my services.
I am Makim." he spoke.

   Lady Rebecca d'LaCroix glanced him over.  He was supposed to be a puny
sorcerer, not some buff fighter.  She then considered it some, he was also
supposed to be good at body manipulations, so having a physically fit form
should not have caught her off guard.  She carefully reached inside her
vest, watching his reaction, and pulled out a letter.  Makim took the
letter and glanced at it.

   "The King wants your head, Wizard." Rebecca growled and she quietly drew
her sword.  Makim finished reading the note and then crumpled it up.  Only
then did he notice her blade pointed at him.  "Now why would he want my
head, when he has such a perfectly good one himself?"

   Rebecca glared at him.  "You have been roaming his realm changing his
female subjects into top heavy bimbos, and you dare to think there wouldn't
be repercussions.  He has sent me to stop your reign of terror."

   Half of the bar patrons chortled at this declaration.

   Makim scoffed, "Let's see.  You're presently in the town of Hooterville,
nestled in a range called Pandora's Peaks, in a country called
Titsylvainia. The sworn despot who you serve is King Boobluver, and you
think he has a problem with me making women bustier?"

   Rebecca shuffled nervously at this.  He's right, it didn't make much
sense to her, but she had a job to do, and she was going to do it.  Rebecca
raised her sword until it rested under his chin.  "By his order I am here
to stop you.  Any last words sorcerer?"

   Makim grinned, "Oh maybe.  How about Ednol byz tidaem o' ceb."

   A flash of blue light shot forth from Makim's fingertips and struck
Rebecca square in the chest.  Several customers in the bar cheered,
chanting, "Grow, grow, grow." but nothing happened.

   Rebecca grinned back, and Makim's dark skin turned pale.  "Nice try, but
the Grand Vizier gave me some protection against your charms.  Now if you
don't mind too terribly it's time for me to collect my bounty." Lady
d'LaCroix pulled her sword back, raising it to strike.  Makim backed up
slowly.

   "Now wait, I can explain everything." he stuttered, stalling to make his
escape, and then he spotted it.  Dangling over her pert breasts was the
amulet, and it was glowing a slight blue color.  "Emote moc." he whispered.

   "What the?" Rebecca gasped as she reached up toward her neck, but it was
too late.  The amulet that had been protecting her flew from her chest into
his hands.  A fog quickly settled across her brain, and she stumbled,
dropping her sword.  She was supposed to be immune from his magic, yet now
it was affecting her.  She grabbed her head, hoping to clear it, and that's
when she noticed a blonde curl dangling in front of her eyes.

   "No." she giggled, and then covered her mouth in shock.  She was
changing like all the other ladies in the town had.  Rebecca stumbled back
further, falling onto the ground.  She felt a noticeable quiver from her
boobs as she hit the floor.  She reached both hands to her chest and pulled
her shirt open, exposing her now growing breasts.  "Yes." she cried out, "I
have boobies."

   "Grow, grow, grow." chanted several of the men in the room.  Makim rose
up a finger to hush them, but only a few took his hint.  He glanced down at
Lady Rebecca who was now massaging her inflating tits, and then to the
amulet, which had stopped glowing.  Something didn't feel right.

   "Can I have her when you're done with her?" Shouted Boris, one of the
less savory clients of the establishment.

   Makim Bimbous leered at him.  "If you desire is for me to change you
into a similar object of lust, feel free to ask again." This quieted the
crowd completely.

   Lady Rebecca was oblivious to all this.  All she noticed was that her
legs had gotten longer and her breast was still growing.  They weren't
quite the melon size that the cute girls she met earlier had, but as she
massaged her fingers through them, she knew they would be.  Thinking of
that, she slid one hand under her belt, into her pants.

   Makim placed the amulet on the counter top.  "So what do you think of
this?" He asked the barkeep.

   The portly fellow finally placed down the glass he had been cleaning all
this time and looked Makim in the eye.  "Completely uncharacteristic of
you. I thought you only changed women who wanted to be changed?"

   Makim grumbled, "You know that's not what I meant.  The King hires me to
travel around changing his willing subjects into objects of desire.  He
then sends this female bounty hunter out to kill me, giving her a
protection amulet that holds a spell until the amulet is removed."

   "You've answered your own question son." the bartender muttered, picking
up a new glass to clean, "he was counting on you casting the bimbo spell as
your last act before she killed you.  He gets a kingdom of buxom lasses,
you out of the way, and the only witness who could put everything together
becomes his busty slave before his eyes.  The real question is what are you
going to do?"

   Makim glanced down at the masturbating female.  She had finished
growing, and now was considerably larger than any girl he had changed so
far.  The barkeep was right.  If he had not grabbed the amulet away, he
would have given the King the perfect going away present.  Makim grabbed
the sword and placed it on the counter next to the amulet.  "Cigamy me
vomer." he intoned.  With a flash of light Lady Rebecca d'LaCroix returned
to her original form.

   "My god." she shouted, as she quickly covered up her now pert breasts,
"You're going to pay dearly for this Wizard."

   Makim raised his fingers, "Ne tsil d'natis." Furious as she was, Rebecca
unexpectedly stood up, sat in a barstool and waited for the wizard to
speak.

   "If I had wanted to leave you that way, I easily could have, but I think
we both have a problem, and I wanted to make a deal."

   Rebecca spied the amulet next to her sword on the counter top.  With a
deft move she grasped it and slid it around her neck.  No long held by the
wizards spell to 'sit and listen' to him, she grabbed her sword as well and
approached him menacingly.  "There's nothing you can say that will make me
deal with you."

   "Tih sho." he exclaimed as she swung her sword.

   It was still raining by the time she reached the castle.  The front gate
was closed, and no guards were in sight.  She dismounted from her horse. 
"I'm here to see the King." she shouted.  No one answered.

   Rebecca paced around a bit, pulling her hood tighter over her face as
the downpour intensified.  Rebecca shouted again, "Hello, anyone here?  I
have urgent business with the King."

   Rebecca listened carefully and could barely hear a response, "Coming."
She waited patiently and then could hear it again, "I'm coming."

   Something seemed odd about the tone of the voice, and Rebecca shook her
head.  It couldn't be ...  and then the voice continued, "Oh my god, I'm
coming, I'm coming, I'm, ahhhhhh!"

   Rebecca picked up a rock and chucked it at the wooden window the voice
was coming from.  Slowly the window opened, and an exhausted guard peered
out at her.

   "If you don't mind." Rebecca scolded, "I need to see the King right
now."

   "Go away, we're closed." the guard growled.

   "Who is it?" a giggly female inquired as she appeared behind the guard.
A noticeable white goo was dripping from her hair.  The guard shushed her
and pushed her back away from the window.

   "I am the Lady Rebecca d'LaCroix.  I have the head of the wizard Makim."
Rebecca growled holding up a small bag, "and I'm sure the King will have
yours if you don't let me in."

   "Alright already, just give me a second to put some clothes on."

   Rebecca waited some more, and nervously opened the bag, making sure the
head was still in there.  Maybe the wizard was right, and the King was the
real villain here.  Why hadn't she thought of that before?  She knew his
palace was full of busty, horny maids, but she had only considered they
were victims of Makim.  Painting of voluptuous nymphs adorned the castle
walls, but she assumed they were family portraits.  Even the fountain in
the central court which had a female statue with the water jutting forth
from her nipples Rebecca had completely disregarded as anything but art. 
There was only one way she could find out the truth, and she hoped it would
work.  The guard finally showed up and raised the gate to the courtyard.  A
young blonde was with him, the same one from the window.  She was a thin,
busty lady, not too unlike the women from Hootersville.  She grinned as she
took Rebecca's horse, and oddly examined under its tail.  For a second
Rebecca was almost afraid what she might do with it, but chose to worry
instead about the task at hand.  The guard led her to the main hall.

   "The Lady Rebecca d'LaCroix to see King Boobluver." announced the guard.

   Perched upon his throne was a corpulent man, kneading his thick grubby
fingers.  Grinning deviously he asked, "Have you slain the wizard?"

   Rebecca threw back her cloak revealing the bag for the King.  Opening
it, she pulled out of the bloodied head of Makim Bimbous.

   "Excellent." the King gleefully squealed, "This calls for a
celebration."

   "Wait your Majesty." a tall, lithe figure near him hissed.  It was
Phillip Titsmoore the Grand Vizier.

   "Does she have the book?"

   "Oh yes." the King parroted, "Do you have the book?"

   Rebecca reached back under her cloak and removed another pouch.  She
opened it revealing a small handbook.  The King squealed again, and the
Vizier's stony expression softened.

   "One question, your Majesty." Rebecca asked, "Why do you need his spell
book?"

   The King was shocked, "Um, good question.  Phillip, why do we need the
spell book?"

   The Vizier sighed as if he had explained this before, "We need to know
how he cast his spells so that we can reverse them."

   "Why would we do that?" The King asked, and then quickly corrected
himself, "Oh yes, we need to reverse those horrible spells that caused such
a dreadful thing to happen to this kingdom.  Icky breasts, I hate them."

   Rebecca doubted his sincerity, but pretended otherwise.  "What of the
amulet?" she asked as she reached toward her neck.

   "No, don't touch that!" the King and Vizier shouted.  Rebecca stared at
them dumbfounded.  "Um." the Vizier stuttered, "consider it a gift, you can
keep it."

   "What?" the King shouted at him.  The Vizier quickly whispered something
in the King's ear and a smile broadened across his face.  "Oh, yes.  It's a
gift.  I forgot.  Sometimes I feel almost as ditsy as my maids.  Anyway,
enough talk.  We will hold a feast in honor of your victory tomorrow eve.
In the meantime, you will be my guest for tonight.  My servants will escort
you to a room."

   A small girl, shorter than the other maids and less endowed, brought
Rebecca to a spacious room on the second floor.  Despite it's unusually
large size for a guest room, the door to enter the room was extremely
narrow, and Rebecca doubted any of the other maids could enter this room
because of their bust size.  In the room was a large, queen sized canopy
bed adorned with pink sheets.  Along the walls were several pictures of the
busty nymphs she had seen elsewhere in the castle, only these lasses were
posed in lewd positions and seemed to be enjoying themselves.  Finally
there was an elegant, large bathtub against one of the walls.  A luxury
most guests would not receive.

   "Milady." the small girl whispered, interrupting her inspection of the
room, "you must be tired after such a long day.  Would you like me to draw
a bath for you to relax in?"

   Rebecca shook her head, "No need.  I think I'll just crawl into bed and
go to sleep."

   "But milady, the King insists." the girl paused nervously, "I mean I
insist that you must take a bath.  You've been out in the cold rain all
day. You must be chilled to the boned.  Let's get you out of your wet
things and into a warm tub.  I've already sent servants to fetch the
water."

   Rebecca grinned, "Alright, you convinced me.  I'll get in the tub, but
only if you fetch me some brandy first.  I'll need something to warm my
insides as well."

   The girl hurried off the fetch the drink, giving Rebecca some time to
inspect the room.  There was something odd about the painting that bugged
her.  On Closer examination she noticed what it was.  There were many small
eyeholes hidden on most of the paintings so that several people could watch
her.  Although she wasn't an exhibitionist by nature, something about the
setup of the room aroused her.

   The girl quickly returned with a glass, and Rebecca took it from her,
draining it in one gulp.  Following the girl had been several other maids
carrying buckets.  As Rebecca predicted, their breasts were too large to
fit through the door, and thus they had to pass the hot water to the small
girl to fill the tub.  In no time the tub had been filled, and oil smelling
of lilacs was poured in.

   "Milady." the girl spoke, "the tub is ready, but you have yet to remove
your clothes.  It would be my honor to assist you."

   "First, I'll need some more brandy.  Bring the bottle.  I feel like
celebrating early."

   "As you wish, Milady." the girl curtsied, and hurried off to fetch more
refreshments.

   "Damn wizard." Rebecca muttered to herself, "Why'd he have to be right?"

   Rebecca sat down at the end of the bed and started to remove her
clothes. As she was removing her boots she heard slight murmuring coming
from the walls.  A quick glance toward one of the painting confirmed her
suspicions.  Where once empty sockets lay, two eyes stared down at her. 
She stood up, and whipped off her cloak giving her a chance to glance at
more painting.  Each and every painting was the same way.  She pretended
that she didn't notice, and continued removing her clothes.  By the time
the small girl was back, all Rebecca had left on was the amulet, and her
shirt, which hung low enough to still maintain some modesty.

   "I brought your drink, Milady." the girl said holding a bottle of
brandy, "It's the King's finest."

   Rebecca grabbed the bottle from her and took a swig.  "So what's your
name?" Rebecca asked.

   "Milady d'LaCroix, my name is unimportant, and the tub is beginning to
cool down.  We need to get you out of your clothes and into the water as
soon as possible."

   "Consider me a traditional girl." Rebecca flirted, "but I prefer to know
the name of anyone who is trying to undress me, so that I'll have something
to scream later."

   "You may call me Anne Flate Titsmoore, Milady.  I am the Grand Vizier's
daughter." the girl blushed, pressing her boobs together with her arms.

   "Figures, everyone in this country has a wacky name." Rebecca muttered.

   "What Milady?"

   "Um, nothing." Rebecca said standing up and heading toward the tub, "One
more thing though."

   "Anything at all Milady." Anne said sliding close to Rebecca.  Rebecca's
gaze drifted down toward Anne's heaving bosom and wondered what the people
behind the paintings were thinking.

   "Actually two more things, no wait, make that three.  First, stop
calling me Milady."

   "Would you prefer Mistress?" Anne sighed.

   Rebecca ignored the question and continued, "Second, if you are to help
me wash up, you will need a few less articles of clothing as well.  I tend
to splash a lot."

   "Of course, Mistress." Anne said as she began to untie her bodice.

   "Third, no offense, but you seem keener than the other girls of this
kingdom."

   "It's true, Mistress.  When the affliction started, my father protected
me from that evil wizard."

   "But your breasts are huge." Rebecca sputtered, "Maybe not as big as the
other girls.  I only thought there might be a connection."

   "Were that true." Anne teased poking Rebecca's small breast, "You'd be
the keenest of us all.  These are all natural." Anne hefted one of her tits
out of her bodice and held it toward Rebecca.

   "Quite lovely too.  I wish I had breasts like those." Rebecca sighed as
she reached out and brushed it with her hand.

   "Careful what you wish for." Anne grinned as she finished removing her
clothes.  "Now that I've answered your questions three, it is time for you
to answer me."

   "Go ahead, Mistress." Rebecca mimicked.

   "Oh, I like the sound of that." the small girl purred, "First, would you
please remove your shirt?"

   "As my Mistress desires." Rebecca cooed as she pulled her shirt up over
her head revealing her small, muscular frame.  From behind one of the
painting she could hear someone whistle.

   "Second, would you please remove your amulet?"

   Rebecca reached up to grab it, but paused.  Anne's tongue was slowly
licking her lips, but she frowned when Rebecca stopped.  "It's such a
pretty amulet." Rebecca stated, "Why do I need to remove it?"

   "Did I question you when you were asking me questions?" Anne snarled.

   "No Mistress, I'm sorry." Rebecca pouted.  She reached again for the
amulet and slowly pulled it over her head.  There was a bright flash of
light and Rebecca gasped as the small mounds on her chest quickly began to
inflate.  She gasped, "What's going on?"

   "Just a wish being granted." Anne chuckled.  "It seems Makim left you a
present."

   "I don't understand." Rebecca cried out as her breasts continued to grow
larger.  She grasped them tightly with her hands and could feel the tit
flesh ooze through her fingers as her boobs expanded even more.  "I thought
the amulet was protecting me?"

   "Only as long as you wore it, my poor gullible fool." Anne cackled, "I
had thought you might be clever enough to see through the King's feeble
ruse, but I guess now you'll have the breasts to match your intellect."

   "Huh?" Rebecca moaned.  Her breasts were now easily larger than any of
the maids of the household and showed no sign of slowing their growth. 
Blonde curly locks cascaded down her back and reached as far as her shirt
had previously.  Her hard warrior eyes settled into the all too common
vacant gaze shared by many of the kingdom's buxom victims.  Rebecca's
expression was tied in emotion between pleasure and confusion.

   She pleaded with Anne, "What will I do?"

   "That brings us to the third of my questions.  Since you obviously can
no longer fit through the doorway, and your very existence is dependent on
me for survival, it is only a formality that I ask if you will be my love
slave."

   Rebecca was still concentrating on her increasing bosom.  She could no
longer reach her hands around to grasp her nipples, and she felt she wanted
to very badly.  Despite her incredible strength in trying to remain on her
feet, the massive weight on her front finally won out, and she collapsed
forward with a vulgar splat.  The cold stone floor of the castle triggered
goose bumps racing across the surface of her tits, and she shivered
violently, making them quiver.

   Rebecca had just barely heard the last of what Anne had said, and
noticed she seemed to be waiting for a response.  "Anything, please help
me."

   "Sigh, have you forgotten your manners already?  You are to refer to me
as mistress at all times, and must serve my every whim." Anne chided as she
massaged her fingers into one of Rebecca's boobs.  She could feel the
growth slowing already.

   "Yes Mistress, just make them return to normal please." Rebecca begged.
She tried lifting them up again, but only managed to fall forward some
more, partially rolling over her breasts.  She could her a swift whacking
noise coming from the painting behind her, which had a beautiful view of
her posterior jutting out into the air.

   Anne slapped her bare hand hard against Rebecca's meaty flesh leaving a
red mark.  "Bad slave." she scolded, "you are to serve MY every whim, and
to give you smaller breasts is the furthest thing I'd desire.  If anything
I'd prefer they grow until they fill the room, but it seems Makim's magic
has run it's course and you've stopped growing for now."

   Rebecca shivered again, causing her expanded flesh to jiggle.  "I'm
sorry for being so naughty." she cooed, "Whatever can I do to make up for
it, mistress?"

   Anne grinned evil and sat down on the bed.  Spreading her legs wide she
said, "I'm feeling very dirty, my little kitten, and feel I could use a
bath.  Come over here with that lovely tongue of yours and make me clean."

   It was a tremendous feat for Rebecca to slide her massive form toward
the bed.  With each step she took she felt her hard nipples rub briskly
against the freezing floor causing pleasurable jolts to rush through her
system.  With great effort though Rebecca finally managed to reach the edge
of the bed, and tipped herself forward until her face laid directly into
Anne's awaiting crotch.

   "That's a good little pet.  Now let's see if you have what it takes to
be a real love slave." Anne grabbed the back of Rebecca's head and pressed
it deep into her womanhood.  She heard a brief muffled yelp before the
moistness of Rebecca's tongue slid into her awaiting crevice.  Rebecca
reached around Anne and pulled her tighter, allowing her tongue to delve
further into Anne's cavity.

   "Oh, it seems you do have what it takes.  Faster slave, we don't have
much time." Anne groaned.

   Only a muffled indistinguishable response echoed from beneath the golden
locks that covered Anne's nether region.  Anne could feel Rebecca's tongue
move faster and stronger.  It was obvious that either she had done this
several times before, or something in the magic had improved her skill,
because she could feel a climax building quickly in her loins.  Anne
glanced at one of the pictures and gave a knowing wink toward the eyes
staring from the other side before she felt a wave of pleasure over come
her like none before.  It repeated a second and a third time.  Anne grasped
tightly against Rebecca's breasts leaving red scratches across the surface.
She clasped her thighs tightly around Rebecca's head and squeezed tightly
as she felt a cascade of juices squirt out of her into her slave's awaiting
mouth.  Rebecca greedily devoured the nectar and continued her assault on
Anne's love spot.  Anne was howling with pleasure, and could feel all the
blood rush from her face.  She fell over backwards onto the bed and passed
out.

   When Anne regained consciousness she was wearing Rebecca's old shirt. 
It fit snuggly around her torso.  Also she noticed Rebecca had moved again,
and had dragged herself to the other side of the room.  Standing before her
was the King and the Grand Vizier.  The King was admiring Rebecca's vast
bulk, and rubbed his hands across it in amazement.  The Vizier was holding
a small book.

   "Anne, could you be a darling and fetch me more brandy." Rebecca
giggled, "I'm really thirsty."

   "As you wish milady." the small girl cheerfully replied and dashed out
of the room.  Rebecca turned toward the Vizier.  "So you're saying I'm
really, really big, and you have a way of making me smaller."

   "Yes Lady d'LaCroix." the Vizier chuckled, "I've been carefully studying
Makim's spell book and I think I found the solution to your problem."

   "Oh, I'll try anything." she chirped.

   "It might make you bigger." the King whispered as he gently touched the
red, claw marks across Rebecca's chest.  The Vizier nudged his elbow at
that remark.

   "I mean." corrected the King, "It could have unexpected side effects."
The Vizier glared at him.

   "That's OK.  As long as you tried, it doesn't really matter what the
results are.  If they get bigger, they get bigger.  I can live with that."
she cooed.

   One of the King's hands slid down past her view over her breasts.  She
had an idea where it went, and figured he wasn't just vigorously
readjusting his cod piece.

   The Vizier coughed, "You've been warned.  I'll try the spell but I won't
guarantee results."

   He opened the book to a well worn page and began enchanting, "Ob mi
bagnie bot meh tecud erd naehs sayt sub sae esohw llaek am."

   The King pressed his hands tightly into Rebecca's flesh.  "What's
wrong." he said to the Vizier, "I don't feel them getting bigger."

   "I don't know." he replied flipping through the books pages, "this was
Makim's busty spell."

   "Simple you morons." Rebecca snarled, "I changed the spell titles on
you. That's what you get for casting a spell without understanding it's
effects."

   "What?" The King gasped, "How dare you talk to me like that!  Wait,
you're supposed to be a bimbo."

   "Correction, you're the bimbo." Rebecca taunted, but there was some
truth to her words.  The spells effects slowly started to manifest.  The
King's once hefty frame was slowly reducing in size, except for around his
chest which was pushing outwards.  The Vizier was being similarly effected.
Both noticed the effects on the other and screamed in a high pitch toned,
higher than any man could scream.

   "This can't be happening." the King cried out, "I'm the King.  I'm
supposed to get the bimbos, not be one."

   "Don't worry your Majesty, I'll find a cure." the Vizier explained
reassuringly.  Unfortunately as he flipped through the pages all the words
seemed like nothing more than simple chickens scrawl as his comprehension
of literacy escaped his capacity of thought.  "Oh god, help me." he cried.

   "Idiot." Rebecca chided, "All you had to do was read any spell
backwards, and you'd fully understand what it did, but you couldn't even be
bothered.  Instead you were too obsessed with my chest.  Well guess what?
That particular spell makes any who witnessed it as buxom as me, and
reduces them to the same mentality as the maids."

   "But how will I rule my country like this?" The King lamented as his
gender continued to change.  He was rapidly going through the same changes
that Rebecca had only earlier, and realizing he would outgrow his clothes,
he began tearing them off.  The Grand Vizier was not so lucky, and could
not find an easy way to remove his shirt, as it had already grown to taut
to be pulled over his head.

   "I guess we'll just have to ask Makim that when he gets here." Rebecca
yawned.

   "But, he's dead, you killed him.  Oh wait." the Vizier stuttered trying
to put two thoughts together.  Now fully female, her shirt was being ripped
apart by her expanding bust.

   At that moment Anne walked back into the room, carrying Makim's head on
a platter.  "I've brought you your 'brandy' Milady." Anne said as she
placed the platter down onto one of Rebecca's tits.

   "Very good servant, now help your 'mother' out of her clothes before she
ruins them." Rebecca commanded the small girl.  She quickly curtsied and
hurried over to help the Vizier.  The King, also fully female now,
collapsed onto the floor.  "I'm so confused.  None of this makes any
sense."

   "Get used to it Queen Boobluver, you're a bimbo now with the attention
span of a gnat." Rebecca sneered, and she reached up and tapped the head,
"Rise and shine you overpaid paperweight."

   Both the Queen and the Vizier screamed as they saw Makim's eyes open. 
They tried to scurry away, but already their breasts had grown large enough
to trap them where they were.  The bodiless orb chuckled, "Overpaid?  We
got paid for this chaos?  And here I thought we were just doing it for
fun."

   Rebecca picked up the head, and stuffed it into her vast cleavage.  "You
want fun, I could think of a few uses for you.  After all, I'm feeling like
I need a bath, my little kitten head."

   "Bath?  Little Kitten?  Just what exactly happened here today?" Makim
teased sticking his tongue out.

   "That's what I'd like to know." a voice boomed from the doorway. 
Everyone glanced towards the imposing figure standing at the room's
entrance, except for Makim who wasn't very mobile.  Rebecca lifted him out
and turned him to face the armor clad knight who was strolling into the
room.

   "Who are you?" Rebecca gasped.

   "I am Normus Harden, Captain of the Guard."

   "Doesn't anyone have a normal name in this crazy country." Rebecca
muttered.

   "Enough." he commanded, "I asked you a question.  I believe you are Lady
Rebecca d'LaCroix, despite your bountiful figure, and that living head
relaxing on your bosom is the Wizard Makim Bimbous who you had claimed to
kill.  These two ladies by the door, who are your equal in girth, share a
vague resemblance to the King and his cohort the Vizier, and if I am not
mistaken, this docile young lady is the Vizier's dominatrix daughter.  I
had noticed several of my guards missing from their posts, which normally
is not an odd occurrence, but yet the ladies who they like to spend their
working hours with are all accounted for.  It is my assumption that my
guards are here, hiding behind these painting, and probably afflicted
similarly to his Majesty.  Now explain what has transpired and I may spare
you my blade."

   "Oh, he's good." Makim whispered.

   "Hush." Rebecca scolded, and stuffed the head back down between her
breasts.  "First Milord, I had never said I had slain the wizard Makim.  I
only did as the King requested and brought back his head.  The fact he was
still alive I had omitted.  Second, I would have slain the wizard, except
that twice he spared my life.  The first time was when I attacked him, and
he removed the amulet which protected me.  He realized it was designed not
to counter his spells, but only to store them until later when I removed
the protective device.  Had I killed the wizard as the King planned, I
would have become his trophy, trapped in this room.  The second time he
spared me was after he returned the amulet.  I became so enraged I attacked
him again.  Mere moments before my blade contacted his neck, one of his
friends came to his rescue and defeated me in combat.  He would have killed
me, had the wizard not come to my aid.  Makim explained what was in store
for me if I had completed my quest, and offered to make a deal.  He also
explained he had not known he was also an unwitting pawn of the King.  He
had been hired to 'enhance' the beauty of the country side by making any
woman who wished into a buxom bimbo.  He had not known at the time that
there was a royal decree that all ladies must volunteer for such
enhancement or suffer pain of death."

   The knight gazed deeply at her, considering her words.  "I accept your
story so far.  It is true the King is quite the lush when it comes to busty
women.  I had heard rumors that he had hired the wizard, and wondered why
he later wanted him killed by an outsider.  It is not my job to question
his choices though, so I remained silent.  You may continue."

   "Well, before I arrived at the castle, Makim prepared me with two
spells. First, he cast his spells on the amulet so that it would appear as
though I would become the ultimate bimbo, yet he only changed me
physically. He left my mind intact.  My job was to pretend I was enchanted
as the King had expected me to be.  I did not expect this impressive amount
of 'enhancement'." she said, squeezing her breasts together.  A quick
muffled gurgle came from where the head of Makim was trapped within her
bosom.

   "Second he gave me a small ring, which you'll find on Anne's finger.  I
knew I needed to bring the head here, and that I could not leave the room.
I figured they'd leave a maid for me to get aquatinted with considering the
voyeuristic nature of this room.  At first I felt guilty about using
someone else, but considering how much of a wench she was, the choice to
slip the mind control ring on her finger while she was passed out with
pleasure became that much easier.  I asked her the King's plan, and she
verified what I suspected.  I ordered her to fetch the head when the King
arrived in the room."

   "So if I remove the ring, she will no longer be bewitched?" The knight
asked.

   "Yes.  All magic will leave the ring, and she will be back to her
normal, wicked, tasty self." Rebecca paused." I mean normal, wicked self.
Darn."

   The knight chuckled at this, and then pointed at the King and his
advisor, "And what of these two?"

   "The last part of the plan.  I was to return Makim's spell book to the
Vizier.  All the spells for restoring an enchanted person to normal were
left as is.  All the spells used to create bimbos were reworded to affect
all but the target.  It was the last test to check the integrity of the
King.  He had failed, and now has become his desire."

   "Interesting tale, and I accept you explanation.  I have no qualms with
you.  This man thought." he said reaching between her tits and pulling
Makim out by his hair, "will still have to answer to me."

   "Ouch." the wizard hollered.  "Careful, that hurts."

   "It will hurt a lot more if I remove it all with my blade.  Now restore
the King back to normal."

   "After all she told you, you still want him back on the throne?  He's
just a bimbo vegetable." Makim wheedled, "Imagine, with just a tuck and
change, I can make you look just like the old him.  You can rule over this
land, and have the Queen as your beautiful wife."

   "Sorry, I don't have the mind or the desire to rule this kingdom.  I may
not like him, but I serve the throne, and therefor him as well.  Restore
him to normal or consider this conversation through." the knight threatened
as he drew his blade.

   Makim paused for a moment, and a bright gleam appeared in his eye.  "All
you need is his mind you say?  Well I think we can make a deal."

   It was sunny outside as Lady Rebecca d'LaCroix and Makim Bimbous rode
was from the castle.  Makim had restored his body, and was enjoying having
full movement of his limbs again.  Rebecca was altered as well.  At her
request, Makim had reduced her breasts to a more manageable size.  They
were large enough to be nearly as wide across as the horse and rest
comfortable upon his back, yet still of a size range she could carry with
her superior strength.

   "I'm still not sure I fully understand what you did?" Rebecca piped up
as they continued down the bumpy trail.

   "It's simple.  I just restored his mind, but left him in the female
body. After all the country needs a Monarch who can think and make
decisions." he grinned.

   "But you gave him the option of becoming a man again.  Why wouldn't he
take it?"

   Makim sighed.  He had explained this before, and thought she grasped it.
Maybe there was something to the breast inverse intelligence ratio theory
after all.

   "OK, simply put.  I modified the amulet and gave it to him with the
choice, He can wear it and be Queen of a nation of buxom, beautiful women,
or he could remove the amulet which would restore him, and everyone else
back to their original forms.  Considering his lust, it's obvious he would
never remove the amulet and lose the fantasy."

   "Ok, I get that, but why did you reduce her chest down to such a normal
size?"

   "Normal size?" Makim screeched, "You've been in this country too long.
She was just barely able to get out of that room you were in."

   "Fine." Rebecca pouted, "Well, what about all those women who you
changed who you thought had volunteered to be bimbos?"

   Makim smiled.  "Took care of that as well.  Since good Queen Boobluver
is the ruler of this country, I figured she'd make a nice measuring stick
for comparing to her people.  No one will be magically more buxom or less
intelligent than the Queen herself.  After all I had to leave some
incentive to keep the Queen interested in keeping the amulet."

   Rebecca grumbled, "Well, you seem to have an answer for everything."

   Makim chuckled, "I'm not the great wizard Makim Bimbous for nothing."

   "Oh there's one that's been bothering me.  Why does everyone in this
country have such bizarre names?  What were your parents thinking?"

   "Oh, you're just imagining things." whispered Makim, "Ti tuoba tegrof."

   A quick daze clouded Rebecca's mind.  "What were we talking about
again?"

   "Something about you teaching me that 'Kitten Bath' trick." Makim
fibbed, "I know an inn not to far from here."

   Rebecca grinned back.  "I know a haystack even closer."

   And the two lived happily ever after.

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