Posted by Anarchy
on 6/28/2009, 11:01 pm, in reply to "Arabian Nights, A Never Barter with a Trickster Story- Part 1"
Princess Jasmine wasted no time putting her plan into action. Within an hour of me leaving the city and deciding on my 5 mile form (I would have prefered 5000 miles, but I didn't want to attract attention yet...5 miles would do well to allow me to sunbath while I wanted for the fun to begin), Jasmine had mixed the two potions together and poured them in equal ammounts into two water jugs, sending Raul, the head of the palace guard, to the dungeon.
Deep within there, Aladdin and Sadira sat. Even if it had not been for Jasmine's meddling, I like to think i would have selected those two for my gifts. They were noble, despite their lack of wealth and hard lives, but there was also an innocence too them...a shy, cautious...they had been best friends for years and still never thought of sleeping together, and for Aladdin, Jasmine had been the first woman he had ever been with, believing her his soul mate.
I ask you all...is there nothing so arousing than corrupt the innocent and making them horny giants?
"This is my fault." Aladdin said glumly. "If I hadn't pushed her..."
"Don't you dare!" Sadira snapped. "She used you, took your kind heart and stomped on it. You were an innocent, and don't deserve to be down her."
"What about you?" Aladdin asked softly. "You wouldn't be here if you hadn't spoken up for me."
Sadira shuffled over as well as she could, the iron of her shackles making it hard. "Hey...you're my best friend...there is no place I'd rather be than right here."
Perhaps that would have been a good time for a kiss. But even if they had thought of it in their pure, sweet little hearts, Raul chose that moment to enter. The two looked up in surprise as he snapped his fingers, the other guards releasing them.
"The Princess has decided to show you mercy, street rat." He glared at Sadira. "You and your whore can return to the streets...you can either shout from the rooftops what happened to you...the Princess knows they are lies and that doing so will only prove yourself below her."
Aladdin wanted very badly to defend Sadira, to demand Raul take back his cruel words. But her knew it was pointless...he stood barely 5 foot 5, and Raul was 7 feet of pure muscle.
"Yes sir." He said softly, Sadira reluncently agreeing.
"The Princess demands one final thing." he thrust a water jug in each of their hands, himself confused as to why the princess would demand this. "She wishes for you each to drink your fill before you leave. She will not have you claiming you were starved."
Sadira considered for a moment throwing the water in Raul's face. But remembering the horrid tales of the brutality he had brought on other women prisoners, raping them until they begged for death, she silently took the jug and drank, Aladdin following her lead.
All at once the two felt their bodies tingle, as if all circulation had been cut off for a minute. And then it was gone, and they were left to wonder what all of that was about.
"Now come on, the Princess wishes for you to leave her palace at once." Raul snarled, shoving the two mangy beggers out of the dungeon.
It was mid morning when Aladdin and Sadira made their way into the market place. A few that knew them smiled friendly, while others that had heard of them or merley judged them by their ratty clothing and unkempt hair glared.
Both were barefoot, wearing baggy, torn pants. Aladdin had but a simple vest, and Sadira wore a billowy shirt that hung much too loosely on her thin frame. Both were malnourished and showed it, their bodies skin and bones.
But, on this day, both felt a strange vitality. Yes, they still hungered, but even with that, Aladdin felt as if he could pull a whole ox cart with ease, and Sadira felt as though she could run around the city till dusk and never tire. They felt sure of them selves, confident, though they did not know why.
And all those that saw them and knew of them whispered that the two looked better...stronger...
Taller.
Perhaps it was merely that they head their heads up high. Maybe they had hit a late growth spurt. But both appeared to be several inches taller; the hem of Aladdin's vest no longer rubbing against the waist of his pants, Sadira's shirt not as loose as normal.
The two did not notice such things, as they were busy with other tasks. The thought of food, always on the mind of a street rat, seemed stronger this day. Sadira hurried to her normal spot, and began to perform the twisty, bendy moves she was known for.
However, once more Sadira proved to be a mystery to those that watched her regularly. For while she danced, she decided to change things up. Sadira was known for her graceful moves, elegant and beautiful. They were slow, practiced, almost like a slow breeze catching the branches of a palm tree. She enjoyed dancing, but felt embarrassed doing it, thus she chose more conservative moves.
But today, she felt herself wanting to show off more. She began to shake and roll her hips, her hands running along her sides and up her chest. She stumbled for half a second when she thought for but a moment that her breasts, the little bug bites they were, were...bigger. But she put this aside, covering up the flub, and continued her dance, rocking her rear back and forth, stomping her feet, flinging her hair wildly. The men in the marketplace cheered, and soon Sadira found herself with more coins in a few hours than what she would gather in a month. She heard and saw none of them though, focused, much to her surprise, on Aladdin, dancing slowly for him
As Aladdin watched this, he felt something stir within him. He had always viewed Sadira as a little sister, a best friend...but now, he was having day dreams of her, thrashing as she was but naked, crying out his name as he plunged into her. Dreams he had once only thought about involving Jasmine, and only dreamed of in the dark, silent night, were now filled with the girl...no, the woman, he saw as just a friend not hours ago, in plain sight of all. He adjusted his pants, never noticing that his erection was an inch larger than normal.
And as he thought about Sadira like this, he felt his anger grow at those in the market place. She was his, and within his chest a growl grew. If they dared to try and challenge his claim, he would rip them apart...
He blinked, startled by this line of thought, drawn out of his vicious, sexual dreams by a grinning Sadira, who held up the small cup of coins, the gold overflowing.
"We will eat for weeks with this!" She exclaimed.
The two had planned on saving the money. They truly had. But they found, when confronted with all the food before them, their instincts demanded more than but a taste. Within minutes all their money was gone, their arms filled with fruit and bread, the two making their way back home.
Home was an abandoned stone building, half falling apart. They could squeeze easily through the hole, their small size allowing them in where the larger palace guards could not. Their home was but one room, straw their bedding and nothing more.
The two sat down to eat. Normally as casual affair, they found themselves tearing into the meal with abandon, ripping apart bread with their teeth, not caring in the slightest at the scene they made. Once and a while they would glance at the other and find themselves daydreaming: Sadira watching Aladdin pop a date in his mouth and she thinking "if only it were my nipple his tongue rolled."; for Aladdin, Sadira had taken a banana and shoved it into her mouth, the scene shifting to the fruit becoming his cock, the sticky juices...other juices.
Their stomachs filled, they felt another ancient urge fall upon them: The call to sleep. Each, embarrassed by their fantasies, moved to opposite ends of the room and feel into deep sleeps.
They each dreamed the same dream. They were laying naked in the desert, their bodies twisted together as they made love, grunting and panting. No words were spoken, none needed. A sound was heard, and Aladdin reached down, grasping a tiny caravan that had ventured too close. He ripped the door open with his finger and held the tiny creature, so like them but so small, in his fingers, before lowering the squealing being to his lover's lips...
Both awoke with a gasp, the morning light streaming into the cracks in the ceiling. They found that they were now holding each other tightly, bodies press together...and that their pants had several new rips and their shirts seemed much too small....
I will leave you with that for night, my dear listeners. I hear Giantess Kellie laughing in the distance, and I promised to watch the stars with her before I let sleep claim me. I only hope more growth and more fun awaits me, and all of you, in the morning.
Till then.