[MagicWritings]

And Giantess, it's gonna be. But first we need a chapter leading up to it, so here's a perverted piece of writing for good measure:

Ingo muttered angrily as he left the room. He didn’t know the woman that had just taken his bucket from him, but that’s the third person that they had to take care of now. As Ingo left the room, Nabooru was angrily muttering to herself as well.

‘Now Saria has to go on an impossible task on her own because of my incompetence,’ she snarled. She would’ve given anything to hear that sincere, soft voice right now. ‘I’ve had years of solitude, yet now I’m beginning to feel lonely?’ she nearly yelled to herself.

She nearly jumped up when she heard a tired moan right next to her. ‘Unh… you… Miss… are you… using that bucket?’ said a tired voice. Nabooru realized it was just Malon who had previously been sleeping. Below her stood an overflowing bucket of milk.

‘I’m afraid so…’ Nabooru muttered. Her massive breasts were still in the constant process of lactating two steady, large streams of milk. She noticed her own bucket was rather close to flowing over as well. ‘I suppose the floor’s going to get wet soon.’

‘You… what’s your n-name?’ said the tired voice of Malon. Nabooru looked at her. Malon’s breasts had not grown quite as much her own, but they were slowly going in that direction. ‘I’m Nabooru. You’re Malon, right?’ ‘Yes…’ she answered in a whisper.

‘N-Nabooru…?’ asked Malon after a minute of silence. ‘Yes?’ Nabooru answered. ‘H-how come… you’re able to talk so… normally? I-I’ve been in constant pleasure… can’t stop it… so tired…’ Malon spoke in a labored voice.

Nabooru looked at Malon with surprise. ‘Pleasure? I feel some of it, but it’s pretty mild,’ Nabooru said. Malon moaned, in remorse and not pleasure this time. ‘I… I was weak… I gave in to… the desire. Don’t give in…!’ she said, weakly grabbing onto Nabooru’s shoulder.

Nabooru bit her lip. What if the Curse was going to tempt her like it did to Malon? The situation would worsen beyond any help if she gave in – but what if the urge was too strong? Worries ate away at her thoughts for some hours as silence fell once more.

Nabooru gradually became aware of two sounds. One was closer and one was further away. She soon realized that the closer sound was milk coming over the edge of the bucket, and the further sound was milk going under the door and falling down the stairs.

This greatly scared Nabooru as she looked at the floor. Already the floor was covered in milk completely. She wondered if the milk came fast enough to rise in level even though it could go under the door.

At that moment, she realized she was insanely thirsty. It was a thirst that she hadn’t felt even in the hottest days in the desert. She felt she had to drink something immediately. ‘Not the milk, not the milk…’ she repeated to herself.

The buckets of milk scattered across the room seemed to spread a sweet, alluring scent and the milk looked creamy and cool – perfect for a thirsty throat. She realized she hadn’t drank for over a day, despite being near water repeatedly.

She firmly clenched her teeth and tried to force herself to stand up. As she stood up, she became dazed with the heat. ‘This is ridiculous… it’s far hotter in the desert. I can’t be fainting over the moderate temperature on this Ranch…’ she muttered confusedly.

But whether it was the thirst, or the curse, she couldn’t take a single step without feeling ten times worse. Clenching her fists and teeth once more, she took firm steps in the direction of the door.

As she did, and the world seemed to become darker and darker around her, she tripped over something and fell into something very cold with her face. The world turned completely black and she knew no more.

The light in the room had become darker and the sun was setting when Nabooru raised her head from its painful position. She looked at what she had been lying on – or rather, in. It was an empty bucket. ‘I… I didn’t…’ she muttered in terror.

She looked around the room. Several more of the buckets were completely empty. Nabooru felt she was completely full and not thirsty at all. A creamy, sweet taste was still on her tongue. ‘I was asleep… how could I have? It’s… it’s…’ she said gasping in panic.

She quickly turned to see if Malon had noticed anything. She, however, was once again snoring over a still overflowing bucket. Nabooru noticed the milk was covering the floor completely- and soon, she realized why.

Her own breasts were now shooting out massive rays of milk at an incredible speed. The pleasure she had feared was slowly building in her breasts and nipples and there was no way for her to stop it. ‘Whatever I do, I must not give in…!’ she said to herself.

She heaved herself up from the floor, and tried to sit back next to Malon. Her entire front was drenched with milk. It itched horrendously as it dripped past everywhere and through her cleavage, but she was determined not to touch her chest anywhere as to not trigger pleasure.

Besides the incredible pleasure and desire that multiplied by the second, an itchiness now also began to form in her nipples. Nabooru shut her eyes and clenched her teeth firmly, but the desire to give her nipples just a quick scratch was driving her insane.

Presently, she felt the feeling slowly flow away. ‘I’m… I’m winning this battle…!’ she thought to herself. But at that moment, Malon stood up, and went and stood in front of Nabooru.

Nabooru noticed Malon was much taller than she had seemed, and her breasts were now shooting milk right in her face. Oddly enough, however, that wasn’t the oddest trait about her that moment. Her eyes seemed to lack pupils – she could only distinguish the iris.

Malon’s face twisted into a strange, sadistic face. ‘No, you aren’t,’ she said, grabbing hold of Nabooru’s nipples and rubbing them for a moment before letting go. ‘What’re you—no!’ Nabooru said, but it was too late.

The pleasure returned in its entirety in a split second, multiplied by ten. The waves of pleasure moving through her body kept intensifying. Soon the pleasure reached its climax. ‘Ahhh… Ohhh… Oh! Ah!’ Nabooru moaned as her nipples shot out more and more milk.

‘It feels so gooood…’ Nabooru muttered, as her nipples were in a state of constant orgasm. Malon still stood in front of her with that strange, twisted smirk. ‘It does, doesn’t it? Why don’t we make it even better?’

Nabooru had no more power to resist. Malon came closer to her, and shoved one of her gigantic breasts in Nabooru’s face. ‘Drink!’ she commanded. Nabooru thought for a split second that she really shouldn’t, but then simply put her mouth to Malon’s nipple and obeyed.

Instead of gradually fading, the pleasure just kept increasing. Nabooru felt more and more of her will and presence of mind were being traded for it, but hardly even cared any more. After she had drank from Malon for a good minute, she was let go.

‘You foolish girl… you imagined you could resist the Curse within you. But now you have so much of my magic inside you that I think I can reach… new heights…’ Malon – or the Curse using her – said. Nabooru stared mindlessly in front of her.

At that moment, someone stepped in the door. It was Saria with a piece of paper, who gasped at the sight in front of her. Saria’s pupils returned suddenly, and her jaw dropped as well. ‘W-w-what… just… happened?’ she asked.

Nabooru still sat there, staring in front of her. ‘Nabooru!’ Saria said. ‘Snap out of it! I got a list of possible cures!’ ‘What… do I need… a cure for?’ Nabooru said slowly. Saria looked in terror and wondered what had happened.

‘I think…’ Malon muttered shyly, ‘something happened just now. My memory is blurred… all I remember is pleasure…’ Saria had no idea what this meant, but walked up to Nabooru and grabbed her by the shoulders. She proceeded to shake her.

‘Snap out it, Nabooru! Return to the light! Remember!’ She shouted right in Nabooru’s face. Nabooru blinked once or twice, and stood up looking around. ‘I… I have been dreaming…’ she muttered with shame.

‘It’s fine, but look, I have a list of possible cures…’ Saria said. Nabooru inspected the list. ‘Several kinds of milk? How will that help?’ she asked, her senses slowly returning. ‘Apparently, naturally lactated milk might heal your less-than-natural condition…’ she said.

Nabooru nodded, but once again felt the pain of being unable to do much. She was an obstacle. A large-breasted, milky obstacle. She sat back down and Malon sat next to her again, and both sat thinking. ‘So… do you have any advice for me?’ Saria said, confused at the response.

‘Hmm… I’d try the Zoras first. See if you can get any milk from there. Sounds like the hardest task, so it might be wise to start out there…’ Nabooru muttered, only barely audible. ‘I wish… I wish I was stronger. I wish I was capable of doing grander things…’

‘You’ve done grand things, Nabooru… and you’ll do grander yet. Trust me,’ Saria said. Nabooru looked into those friendly, childlike eyes and felt a bit better. Saria had no time to waste, so she headed off to visit the Zoras.

Neither she nor Nabooru did yet realize that the past events of that day would lead to gigantic problems…

Next chapter, we're probably going giantess. Hurray?