Posted by Anarchy
on 6/29/2009, 11:14 am, in reply to "Re: Arabian Nights, A Never Barter with a Trickster Story- Part 2"
Aladdin and Sadira stared at one another, before Aladdin forced himself to turn away, Sadira yelping and covering her naked breasts. Her shirt lay in tatters beneath her, Aladdin's tore but still in tact vest beside him.
They worked hard to deny what their eyes told them, that they had changed during the night. Where once Aladdin had only a thin, gaunt frame there was now rippling muscle, defined and strong. His shoulders were broader, his chest wider and rock hard, his legs and arms bulging with large muscles. His loose pants were now tight, several rips forming allowing for peaks of his skin. His hair was a bit longer, his face losing its drawn out look. A twitching in his pants confirmed that his cock was now several inches longer, resting about mid thigh.
Sadira had also changed. Her thin frame was also filled with muscle, not bulging like Aladdin but tones and lean, giving her a powerful yet beautiful form. Her hair had grown much during the night, the wild curls now hanging to the small of her back. Her hips had widened and gained a fullness, meeting long supple legs. Her breasts, barely noticable just a day before, jutted out proudly, a wonderful handful. Thick, pouty lips twitched as she ran a finger along her hard abs, so changed from the distended belly from the day before.
"What...what happened?" Aladdin asked, shaking his head.
"Don't know." Sadira stated, crinkling her brow. It felt as if her head was filled with smoke, making it hard to convey what she was feeling. It wasn't as if she were suddenly dumber...the inteligence was there, perhaps even more so. Her mind though seemed to regard complex speaking as non-important.
Aladdin grunted, muscles rippling as he stood. "We've changed." He answered simply.
"Why?" Sadira asked.
"Don't know..." he struggled to piece together a longer sentence. "We look...bigger than before." he got out.
Sadira grunted in reply, looking over at her ruined shirt. "What to wear? THis was...my only shirt" She asked. Aladdin turned, forgetting her nudity, and blushed, unable to hide from Sadira his growing erection. "It's...ok..." She felt a sudden urge to flaunt her new body for him, to draw him in and tempt him to have his way with her. Unsettled by these new thoughts, she focused instead on simple problems.
Aladdin handed her his vest, giving her a weak smile. "It's too small...for me." Both noticed that if they took their time, they were able to speak better, though the urge to just grunt and grumble their responses was a powerful one.
Sadira put on the vest, using strips from her destroyed shirt to tied it together so that it covered her breasts. She was about to say more, to suggest they seek out help, when her stomach grumbled. The need for food was growing stronger, and both knew only by going out into the market place would they gain their meal.
It was a god thing too, in Aladdin's mind. For if he stayed in the room a minute longer, he was afraid he would attack his friend, seeking out her body to fulfill the carnal urges he now held.
Sadira grunted as she struggled to leave through the crack in the wall, finding it much too tight for her liking. Aladdin joined her, to two looking around the world from a new perspective.
In the palace, Princess Jasmine awoke and went about her tasks: Bathing in scented oils, eating only a portion of what the cooks made and demanding the rest be thrown out, debating which merchant she would take to her bed that night to shame her father, and then finding out about the goings on in the city.
She was delighted when she heard of Aladdin and Sadira's first day out. The spies told of how Sadira danced like a common whore, her normally graceful and pure moves that day corrupted and sexual. The spies told of how the two wasted their money, and how the people talked of how Aladdin and Sadira were allowing their stomachs to think for them instead of their brains.
"They are acting like animals, only concerned with the now, not the future." Princess Jasmine said with glee, lifting up one of her feet and commanding a servant to rub her toes. "And all know of it. Ooooo, I can't wait to hear about what they are doing today."
At that moment, within the marketplace, all were trying to process the changes in Sadira and Aladdin. It was now clear the two of them had grown, standing a foot taller than before. The merchants whispered of spells or black magic, while a few joked that if a stay in the dungeon would turn the slight Sadira into a 6 foot 5 beauty, they would send their wives there in a heart beat.
Aladdin had put his new strength to good use, a merchant having him move crates of heavy supplies in exchange for coins. Where but 2 days ago Aladdin would have struggled to move the boxes, on this day he found he could lift two up with ease, hauling them away without breaking into a sweat.
Finishing withe task, and now holding a small purse filled with coins, Aladdin made his way to where Sadira danced, ready to let her know they could stop early and begin shopping for supper. He till felt the vitality from the day before within him, and as he walked he looked down at those that moved about him. He felt like a great lion, little hyenas buzzing about his flanks.
Stopping, he felt anger fill him as he witnessed Sadira dance. Gone entirely were her innocent moves and shy, coy steps. Her body gyrated to unheard music, fingers running through her hair as she rolled her hips suggestively. She ran a finger along her pouty lips, sucking on it for a moment before she stomped, dust kicking up under her large feet. She threw back her head as she jutted out her hips, hands moving to the vest she wore. Lost in a trance, she pulled open the vest to let all see her heaving breasts, nipples standing firm and proud as the men hooted and hollered, throwing coins towards her.
Aladdin let out a savage roar, bursting forward and slamming into two men that had inched closer. The watchers jumped back as he bared his teeth, growling and thumping his chest.
"Mine!" He snapped, grabbing Sadira by the waist, his friend squealing in surprise as he darted away, the coins forgotten. The watchers stared for but a moment, frightened by the dark, violent display from the normally calm boy, before darting forward to collect their coins.