Just as you enter the King’s (your) chambers, a powerful grip yanks you back, the force jiggling your massive tits wildly nearly out of your dress. Definitely giving you a heart attack if you weren’t currently a dainty big titty young lady. The guard looks you in the eye, and then only at your chest, and barks, “That’s the king’s chamber, ye hear! Newcomers aren’t allowed!” pausing while cupping on your breasts, he adds, “Don’t want to be a wanted criminal on your first day, right? How about you come with me for the ‘paper work’ and I’ll let you off with a warning.”
You begin to struggle but their strong grip drags you along with ease. Out of the keep, as you both cross the castle walls battlements to the Guard’s barracks, an arrow wiz past you and then a dozen more overhead as the castle is under attack. You try to look over the edge to see who’s attacking but a massive red dragon swoops up from from below, it’s claws engulfing you and everything went black.
*****
You wake up with a startle, your blurry vision slowly revealing the room you’re in. It was a dark dingy dungeon room with barred windows at the top of the walls that would let light in if it wasn’t night out but he warm glow of torches along the walls made up for it. Across from you are three wooden doors with barred windows which showed one leads to a staircase, the other to a dark room, and the other to a circular room with what appears to be a chained up baby dragon the size of a horse. The floor moves with nearly three dozen docile juvenile monsters waddling about from Baby wargs, war boars, slimes, fire salamanders, and so on. Some of which are corralled by small goblins into the door to the dark room.
A moan of a damsel draws your attention, you shocked to see three young women chained up to the wall beside you, all nude with inhumanly distended pregnant bellies the size of a barrel with equally large over-sized breasts streaming milk like rain down in overflowing buckets surrounding their feet. You try to immediately jump to their aid, but chains bound your own hands too. The sudden movement brings stabbing pain to your gullet. Chills grip you as you then lower your gaze upon, to your horror, a similar mountain of tight flesh of lactating breasts and belly moving with life jutting out below you. Before you can respond, a waterfall of liquid splashes beneath you, dropping your giant belly and breasts nearly a foot down, drawing the attention of the goblins who now rush over. Their disgusting hands disappearing beneath your belly as you felt them jam in all at once up your womanhood, drawing a scream of burning pain from you while you felt them try to help yank out whatever is birthing out of you. Your over sized breasts crash to your sides as your belly caves emptying, giving you a glimpse of your prolapse vagina stretching a foot outwards (wide enough to fit your head in with ease) while a war boar to launches out with a torrent of amniotic fluid, umbilical cord, and placenta all in one mighty pull.
****
Just then, the staircase door creaks, sending the panicking goblins scampering into the shadows upon the entering of an imposingly tall woman with wavy black hair and dark robes barely covering her just as distended body as the chained women, appearing impossible for her to walk unless some kind of magic is afoot. “So you’ve finally awaken”, she hisses and squeezes your right breast painfully, drawing a pained moan from you similar to the other women as milk sprayed out over the tongue of the war boar you just gave birth. You eyes widen in amazement as you watch it began to grow rapidly nearly two feet more in length. Grinning, the intruding woman exclaims, “Soon the boar will be large enough to breed as well.”
“W-why you’re doing this? L-let me go!”, you try to demand angrily but came more like plea beg filled plea.
The menacing woman at least let go of your sore breast and gestures to the young monsters, “Why? To build an army of monsters of course. You’re needed because the other captives are slow at giving birth. All these creatures on this floor… they are your handywork. You should be a proud to be such good mother, Princess Fia.” Seeing your mixer of confusion and horror from hearing this, she explains, “What? You don’t think I didn’t know. The dragon that captured you is trained to sniff out royal blood and the king only has one daughter. He’ll regret the day of choosing Marlin over me, the great Xarlet! And I know just how to do it.” she ends with stroking her belly warmly, you concluding that whatever foul thing brewing in her will help make this possible. “Don’t disappoint me, princess”, Xarlet jeers as she returns to the staircase, slamming It’s door shut with a terrible cackle.
You weep but it’s short lived as a vagabond must have snuck in on Xarlet’s entrance. For when the door shut, a dark figure is revealed to be hiding behind it and with lightning speed, struck down the goblins. Grabbing their keys, he works on your locks and whispers, his face now revealed in the torch light, “Fear not Princess Fia. It is I, Prince Kalos. I’m here to rescue you. My troops will come back for the dames here, but we first have to get you out of here.” Freed, you stumble into his arms weakly which only slowed your fall to your knees as he struggles to hold up your massive breasts. Helping you up, he held your hand and says while looking in your eyes, “Worry not, for my kingdom’s magic will return you to your original beauty. Then you and I can finally marry and have our happy ever after. But first we must fight our way out.”
You wanted to rebuke him, but realizing you’re no position to do so as you are, you nodded weakly and followed him to the door. Remembering what Xarlet said, you whisper loudly, “Wait! Those keys”, and taking them opened the third door with the baby dragon. Kalos tries to object but you shush him as you enter the circular room. It’s a tower with no roof and the baby dragon terrified of you both and trying to fly up while failing to do so because of the chains is indication why it hasn’t escaped yet. You approach it carefully and while slowly unlocking it’s chains, you try to call out to it softly in a motherly tone, surprisingly more naturally than you expected. The baby dragon eventually responds positively, slowly approaching you before giving in and circular around you happily, stopping and snuggling it’s head against your neck from behind you. You spoke softly, “…If that harlot was telling the truth about the creatures on this floor, then… I think this baby dragon might be my child. (and the dragon that kidnapped you is likely the father) ...We can ride him to get out of here”.
Kalos looks with a bit of confusion and disgust from what he just heard, but eventually nods and jump on the horse-sized baby dragon’s back. Before you can follow, you felt the baby dragon behind you grab hold of you under your arms, intended to fly while holding you. You hoping he’ll hang on to you tightly gives way to concern as you think you feel his member brush against your gaping vagina. This might be a rougher ride than you anticipated, but an escape is an escape. The dragon takes off with the two of you, exiting from the opening above and soaring into the night sky back to freedom. You would be feeling unfathomable humiliation for your nudity, ridiculously over-sized breasts, and gaping vagina, but revenge and the hope to save any other poor girl trapped there, and protecting your daughter, is all that filled your mind. You…
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