[MagicWritings]

Originally Posted by geno13

Not to nitpick or anything, but I do seem to recall Cremia was gigantic enough to need a whole bedsheet to cover her breasts and another to cover her booty.

Maybe I'm thinking of a different kind of beach ball than you are, or otherwise I made a mistake.

Saria time. Tried to progress the AP, don't kill me if it's bad...

Saria?s worries eventually melted away as she played her beloved tune over and over. She put down the Ocarina and took a deep breath. She knew she had to give the past events a little more thought, even if it would freak her out again.

?It goes without saying that this was caused by magic,? she concluded, as the Kokiri simply do not physically age beyond roughly ten years of age. ?But why? What merit is there in me aging for any person in this land?? she wondered.

She stood up, put her Ocarina in her pocket and went back in the direction of the Kokiri Forest. She imagined that the worst part of the aging had gone by, and planned to go right back home, avoid conversation and have a good night?s sleep since it was getting late.

She enjoyed the peace of the Lost Woods and didn?t look forward to potentially having to sneak through the Kokiri Forest. She needn?t have worried, however, as most of the Kokiri had already gone to bed. She hurried back to her house.

She noticed that her door, and in fact her entire house looked somewhat smaller. She opened the door and quickly went in before she could worry about it anymore. She quickly lay down in her bed and promised herself she would consult the other Sages tomorrow.

On that note, she quickly fell asleep as her thoughts drifted to memories.

The Curse felt its host was in a state of peace, and had also heard her plan to consult the other Sages. It decided that this might potentially be its last chance at an undefended attack, and thus, quickly set its magic back in motion.

Saria tossed and turned and opened her eyes. Her bed had been feeling unusually small and uncomfortable when she first got in a few hours back, but it seemed to have gotten worse. She felt extremely warm.

Just as she wondered if she had grown a bit taller, something tickled her shoulders. She tried to wipe whatever it was off of her shoulder to find it was her hair. Her soft green hair had grown even longer in the past time, and, she observed, was once again still growing.

She sat up, hyperventilating. She very nearly slipped into shock at the idea of growing even older, and almost began biting her nails. When she put one hand to her mouth, however, she found that her nails had grown a little longer again. They looked almost like an adult woman?s.

She felt so panicked she might faint when another feeling spread throughout her body. It was extremely pleasant and calmed her down. It almost told her to lie down again and just enjoy what was coming over her as she rested.

Tired as she was, it seemed like a reasonable idea. She noticed her nipples were poking through her small tunic again, and she noticed it felt a lot tighter. She looked down and saw that her small breasts were growing again.

They were steadily increasing in size, and soon, became more than obvious. That wasn?t her only problem, though, as her tunic covered increasingly less of her legs and began to tighten around her hips and buttocks as they swelled and became more curved.

Her entire body seemed to tell her to go to sleep, but Saria stood up quickly and almost hit her head on the now extremely low ceiling. She noticed she had become taller yet. Her hair kept growing longer and was lower than her shoulders now.

She looked at herself. Her children?s tunic had become a piece of clothing, seemingly to seduce boys. Her tunic didn?t hide more than a miniskirt now, and her breasts were so tight in it that she felt her clothes could be torn apart at any second.

In her helplessness, she grabbed her breasts angrily. ?Ow?? she said. She looked at her breasts again. They seemed to be near as large as that of most girls she had met that were about mature. She had learned a little about sizes and figured she had C-cups.

She quickly grabbed a mirror from a closet and looked at herself in it. Her face had changed only a little. She couldn?t put her finger on it, but her face seemed a little less round and a little more oval-shaped.

She noticed that although the rest of her body seemed to have taken a break from growing, her breasts kept going. ?Hey! I?m already as big as many other girls?? she said to the mirror, then gasping. Her voice had changed. It was a little less high pitched and a bit smoother.

She looked in the mirror again, looking at her still very slowly expanding breasts when she had a strange thought. ?Touch them,? something seemed to tell her. She was far too tired to wonder, and gently touched her breasts with her hands, stroking past her nipples.

This was immediately answered with a wave of pleasure, a feeling almost unknown to her. She gasped, and could only just stop herself from moaning and immediately touching again. ?I don?t want this!? she said to herself in the mirror. The face looking at her seemed confused.

She was shocked to see one of her hands already move back up to her chest in the mirror. She quickly stopped herself, and jumped back into her bed. The transformation seemed to be satisfied with the progress it had made at that time.

Saria couldn?t bring herself to fall asleep again, but wondered. ?Considering my physical state, I?m now at least 16 years old? but unusually curvy for someone of that age,? she thought. She couldn?t help but think of it constantly, so she got up.

?I think my meeting with the Sages can?t wait. I better hurry to the Forest Temple before this goes into unhealthy, eh, even unhealthier levels,? she said to herself. She left her house, hit her head because she was too tall for the door, and went in the direction of the Lost Woods.

She began running. It felt odd to feel her long hair blow in the wind, but she also felt that running felt different with her older body. ?And I really need a new tunic,? she added, looking at herself again.