A Dragoness' Tale P.II
by Mortanius

Maya il’Trakken recalled a time only a week past. She’d been a joke to her noble clan, a half-dragon as free as any other, but possessed of a womb as barren as any desert—shameful. Now, she was a dragoness unbound in fecundity, but rendered entirely immobile with the great burden of eggs within her body. The bitter irony of her predicament was hardly lost on her, and she was not a student of irony. She was a student of nothing but fertility anymore. Her bloated dirigible of a womb had grown larger than all the rest of her combined, filled near to bursting with her dragonets, secure within the leathern shells of their eggs. She feared she might become nothing but a bag of young with a brain to keep things in working order—her arms and legs, thin as sticks beside her monstrously gravid belly, were surely of no use, and she had not spoken to anyone, man or half-dragon, since her…transmogrification.

Alanius had slowed the process, he’d told her; the magic was still at work inside her, but it did not fill her so quickly that she noticed it. She might wake up and feel her skin was a bit tighter than it had been the previous evening, but it was nothing beside the panic she’d experienced when the spell had first been cast. How much bigger could she grow? Would her rubbery hide hold together before this enormous clutch was out of her, or would she pop like a child’s toy ball thrown into a cookfire? Would she ever see her people again, or would she remain here, stretched thin as parchment and forever waiting for her young to be laid? Such questions had plagued her during those first few awful nights in her present condition, but days spent with nothing of consequence inside you but your full womb and no one for company but the dragonets within changed a dragoness’ perspective on these things.

At last Maya had summoned her sister, Aqua sa’Trakken, two years younger than herself but similar in stature. She was a beautiful specimen, with a band of sea-green along her nose that had given her the name Aqua. Slim and buxom, she sometimes found the coupling of narrow waist and full bosom a matter of discomfort; bearing such a quantity of voluptuous flesh was no easy task. Aqua was yet a maiden, with no children to call her own. Maya had not put the details of her quandary into her message to the younger dragoness; Aqua was a faithful sister, an open ear when none would listen, and Maya had no doubt in her heart that she would come. The sisters did not live far apart, with only a river between them, and that easily forded. So it was that Aqua came to her sister’s aid, and sealed her own fate.

Maya, unable to move as she was and barely able to see over the great dome of pale green before her, welcomed her as best she could. Words of greeting caught in Aqua’s slender throat at the sight of what Maya had become. The girl was speechless for some time, before Maya finally spoke. She could barely utter a word, without her insides sloshing about in a most unpleasant fashion.

"Have I ch-changed so much, sister?" she croaked.

"Maya, you have become the Goddess in flesh," Aqua managed. "I must be dreaming—this is too strange."

"There is a story behind my…my circumstances, of course," Maya assured her, and shrugged. I must look like a festival balloon shrugging its string, she thought. "I fear I’ve brought all this upon myself. It is so good to see you, Aqua. To see anyone, but especially you."

"And you, Maya." Aqua nodded, but her voice was filled with horror, and perhaps just a touch of envy—she dearly wanted children of her own, but she was very choosy when she spoke of potential mates, and inevitably wound up empty-handed. Aqua approached her, but slowly. "Is there anything you would have me do, sister? How do you feel? I cannot imagine you are in great comfort."

"I am not," Maya sighed. She nestled her chin into her breasts, each swollen to half and again the size of her head. "Please, Aqua—I do not mean to sound…odd, or to impose upon you so quickly, but…would you take some of this out of me? It hurts me so, I feel ready to burst."

"Yes, sister," Aqua conceded solemnly, laying her hands upon Maya’s abdomen. "I think this might be the most practical way. Do you think you will be able to bear my weight?" She covered her mouth demurely and giggled in spite of herself. "I am a small dragoness, after all."

"We shall see, little one." Maya gasped as Aqua climbed gently atop her engorged womb—surely, any sudden movement on her part would rupture her tight-stretched skin. Scrabbling for purchase on the parted scales and at last resting atop the center of the great bag of eggs Maya had become, Aqua rested for a moment, head laid against her bulging abdomen as though listening to whispers. She looked like a child on the back of some giant tortoise. At last she took one of Maya’s swollen breasts in her hands, drawing the tender sac of dragonsmilk to her lips. The relief was instant and wonderful, enough to make Maya gulp and gasp with pleasure as her milk drained into Aqua’s gullet. Her sister nursed slowly, and then with increasing hunger, squeezing and kneading like a baker over bread. With one bosom quickly emptied and half its gorged size, Aqua eagerly seized the other and began to suckle anew. So eager was she to drink from Maya that her own belly began to swell noticeably with sweet milk, and when both Maya’s breasts lay empty and stretched out of all shape, she sat back on her haunches with sadness painting her delicate features.

"I hope you do not think me wanton or simply mad, sister Maya," Aqua panted, wiping a rivulet of white from her chin, "but I have experienced nothing of this sort. I am looking a bit round myself. I’ve not had a bigger or better meal in all my life." She lay back on the hide rug, hands resting upon her distended stomach. "When…when will you be…full again, dear sister?"

"It is only a matter of time, Aqua," Maya sighed. Doubtless she would fill once more when her body realized she’d been emptied. She had nursed herself of late so her breasts would not burst or overwhelm her, but she did not think she could hold much more in her belly than was already there, and it was awkward to drain herself. "A matter of time."

Aqua’s eyes bulged out suddenly until Maya thought they might pop out of her head, and the girl began to whimper in pain like some beast of burden kicked by a long-time master. Her stomach had begun to bloat anew, and with frightening speed, until the younger of the two dragonesses resembled more than anything a great green fruit, her navel the stem. Writhing as her once-lithe body expanded around her spinal cord to accommodate whatever growing thing had taken root inside her, Aqua began to foam at the mouth, her shrieks muffled. Her lungs had been crushed within her, and the snap of bones was sickening. Her young breasts filled until ready to burst at the seams, aureoles stretched flat and pale. Maya struggled in vain beneath the burden of her own weight, panicked at her impotence to do something, anything, to rescue her sibling from this madness. A plant might have stood a better chance of uprooting itself. Aqua had swollen into a massive sphere of stretched scales and skin bloated to translucence, her eyes wide in fear and pain, arms waving uselessly at her sides. She looked like a pond leech gorged too long on blood.

Maya felt her heart clench when Aqua pleaded her last, and popped.

Her skin lay open in a grotesque flower, exposing a ruptured womb overfilled with soft-shelled eggs. Dragonets moved within, ready to be born. It is my fault, Maya thought, horrified. Oh, it is my fault, I asked her to drink out of me and the magic spread to her, and without the wizard to stop her, she….

Alanius had promised no others would be hurt. He had promised her safety, and to help her through her predicament. Now Aqua, such an innocent and well-meaning little dragoness, had died because of him—because of Alanius’ clumsy magic, and Maya’s ignorance. No doubt the apprentice had run back to his master. Well, if Maya ever was able to move again, he would feel pain like no other man. Averting her eyes from what remained of her sister, Maya cried until it seemed her tears must form a river around her.

Alanius came to her a day after, a man too young yet to be a wizard, and when he stumbled upon Aqua’s body burst open on the floor and covered in swarms of dragonets crowding to slurp from her over-swollen breasts, he balked. He trembled from head to toe when he at last noticed Maya half-asleep and bloated in her chair. Stepping gingerly around Aqua’s remains and children, he hefted a spellbook in his hands and nodded.

"Another spell, I think, will make it so this does not happen to you," he stammered. "W-who was she?"

"Your magic has claimed my sister," Maya hissed, nearly unable to think for the spreading mass of life inside her. "How will you bring her back, sorcerer? How will you escape me if you do not?"

"I do not think escape is the question so much as why you should want to kill me." Alanius shrank back from her, nonetheless. "I wish to the Goddess I could give your sister life, but I cannot. I hardly blame you for wanting my death, but you must see that without me at your side, you will stretch too thin. You will die as she did, and I know you do not want that."

Maya let out a primal shriek at that, for she knew he was right. She raged in vain for a time, waving her spindly limbs at nothing, until her anger at last subsided. She snarled at the cowering apprentice, eyes fixed upon his book of cancerous spells, and he needed nothing more than a glance from her to open it to the spell he’d mentioned--the spell that would lend her leathery hide enough elasticity to bear this out. There were no salves with this one, no grand ritual; he simply waved his hand over her burgeoning form and recited something in that archaic tongue. She felt a loosening within her, a slight relief from the tightness of her stretched skin, and sighed.

"Do you feel anything?" Alanius inquired, optimism shining in his eyes. "Anything at all?"

"Oh yes, sorcerer," Maya replied, and managed a smile. "Perhaps it is time to see just what the Goddess made flesh can do."

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