Midna BE Story

[starwolf64]

no hooves plz

[geno13]

No hooves and loooots of milk and BE please.

[Kenji_Saito]

Originally Posted by geno13

No hooves and loooots of milk and BE please.

This ^-^

[Daichi Azure]

Agreed with the above...

[MagicWritings]

OKAY. IT'S TIME. I had to hold on to a very specific state of mind to properly write this, and at the same time, keep my English and my concentration in decent shape. As a result, it was a lot of work and I have a terrible headache now. BUT IT'S DONE. I doubt I'll be writing anything close to as erotic any time soon again.
Please forgive minor plot inconsistencies because I was concentrated on getting the transformation right. Point me at any flaws, and I'll try to mend them next time.

Malon felt her stomach turn. She wondered if it was an effect of the perfume or her own mixed and swirling emotions. ‘Steady, now…’ she told herself in an effort to calm down. But panic was spreading through her mind, and everything became hazy.

‘Indoors… I must get indoors…’ she told herself. Her entire body ached as she ran in the direction of the door that would lead her to her safe, confined room where she could think things over. She saw Ingo still guarding the entrance as she flung open the door.

She rushed up the stairs, slammed the door behind her and threw herself down on the bed. She lay there panting for a few moments. ‘Ugh…’ she said to herself. ‘I’m such a baby, panicking over nothing. Nothing’s happening. I let my fear take the reigns…’

She just lay there, lecturing herself when her ears began feeling a little itchy. She mindlessly began feeling for her right ear with her right hand, moved the hair aside, and found that she couldn’t find it at first. ‘Eh? I must be getting tired…’ she remarked.

Her ears began itching with increasing severity so she scratched her forehead. As she did, she stroked past what she thought was her ear. ‘Wait a moment… my ears aren’t that high up… what the -- ?’ she muttered, sitting up.

She felt the immense desire to just sleep and think about it later, but it was a little too strange. She slowly stood up and began searching her dresser for a mirror as the itchiness aggravated. She soon found one, and nearly dropped it when she saw what was in the mirror.

Her ears were shaped rather differently now, covered with red hair and slowly moving to the top of her head. In a few seconds, they were perfectly in place. ‘These ears… they’re a horse’s…’ Malon said, carefully feeling them.

She observed she could move them so they lay flat on her head. She almost chuckled, but then, gasped. ‘Why am I as unfazed as I am? I should be panicking over this. I was panicking over nothing outside!’ she said. She tried to get scared, but it was no use.

She felt extremely comfortable, and rather drowsy. She angled the mirror down a little so it showed the rest of her body. She noticed her nipples were poking through her white shirt. She lay the mirror down, and sat back on her bed.

Before she was fully conscious of what she was doing, she noticed she was gently stimulating her nipples while muttering incoherently. She quickly regained her senses and looked at her hands. ‘What am I doing?’ she asked herself.

But despite her hands being under control, she still felt pleasure growing in her nipples. It was hardly noticeable, but present nonetheless. Malon just sat there quietly, waiting for it to stop. It didn’t, however, and in fact began to spread out.

Soon her entire breasts seemed to be massaged by invisible, velvet hands. A soft moan broke from Malon’s lips as she stood up again. The odd massage spread throughout her entire body, and soon even her toes and fingertips felt comfortable.

She looked down. Everything seemed a little hazy in her drowsiness, but Malon thought that the ground seemed to be moving away from her. ‘Am I flying…?’ she drowsily asked herself with a smile on her face, her eyes half closed.

She saw her feet still standing on the ground, however, so she decided she must be imagining things. The roof, on the other hand, seemed to be closing in on her. Despite her state of mind, Malon began understand what was happening from this point.

‘I’m growing… taller…’ she said. She wasn’t happy or sad. She was in a complete state of indfference as she saw the room around her become ever so slightly smaller by the minute. She wasn’t sure if it took minutes or hours.

Just when she began wondering if the ceiling would hit her head, the growth seemed to stop. She looked around her. Her room looked pretty much the same, but a little bit smaller. She shrugged it off, and tried to lay down on her bed. It creaked under the weight.

Malon noticed her legs went over the edge of the bed, and touched the wall so she had to bend her knees a little. This made her cranky, especially since she noticed the pleasant massaging feeling had left. ‘I wish it’d come back…’ she drowsily muttered.

Then Malon felt something at her toes. It was a stingy, warm and yet comfortable sensation. She giggled as she felt the sensation slowly move higher. Presently it reached the base of her legs and suddenly seemed to jump to several places at once.

‘Unh…’ Malon moaned as she felt the pleasure swelling in her body. She felt it between her legs, in her bottom and in her nipples. Despite the pleasant feelings, she suddenly found she felt rather uncomfortable in her clothes. ‘Should’ve taken them off…’ Malon muttered.

She very slowly sat up again, and hung her legs over the edge of the bed. They easily hit the ground so she actually had to move them forward a little. She looked down at her chest. There wasn’t much unusual about it, but Malon felt it stuck out a bit more than usual.

She suddenly noticed why her clothes were so tight. She had grown a lot taller and her proportions had gone along with it. She gently tried to take the shirt-dress combo off, but it wouldn’t move. It rather hurt her now, and she wondered why she hadn’t noticed before.

‘… Uh…?’ she uttered as she felt the pleasure a lot clearer again. She looked down at her chest. ‘Did it stick out quite as much as it does now?’ Malon tried to think (which proved quite a challenge in her current state).

She kept looking, and finally observed what was happening. Very slowly, but steadily, the two small hills on her chest were becoming not-so-very-small hills on her chest. They swelled out bit by bit. ‘Hnnn…’ Malon dreamily moaned. For some reason, it seemed positive.

She grew a smirk on her face and touched her breasts. ‘Oh!’ she gasped as she felt they were rather sensitive. It had felt rather good, though, so her smirk broadened and she carefully touched them again. ‘Hmmm…’ she exclaimed, slowly massaging her breasts.

She felt her breasts swell under her hands, almost as though her stimulation was speeding up the process. She felt that her clothes were getting stretched beyond their capacity now, and would soon tear. She chuckled at the thought.

She began slowly rubbing her nipples. ‘Ah…!’ she exclaimed once more, having felt an all new level of pleasure. This induced a growth spurt, and her breasts soon burst through the white shirt. ‘Finally… no more tight clothing…’ she sighed.

She removed the rest of the white shirt with her own hands when she noticed her purple dress became a little tight around her hips as well. ‘That can’t be… it’s a dress, it should fit widely around my…’ she began.

She slowly moved her hands on her buttocks, to gasp in pleasure once more. Her rear end, she observed, was swelling also. Her hips were gradually becoming broader. She became conflicted as to what she wanted to massage.

As she noticed how her dress tightened around her bottom and hips in the mirror on the ground, she temporarily regained her senses. ‘What am I…? What is…?’ she asked herself. She looked at her body, her still growing breasts and bottom.

She glanced at her ears. She looked at her breasts again, and got the urge to touch them. In her drowsiness, she couldn’t resist, not seeing the harm it would do. ‘Ohhh…’ she moaned as she rubbed her nipples again. Her senses were once again dulled.

‘Might as well take the dress off,’ she stated as the did just that. She looked at herself, naked with her rather large bottom and breasts who were not done growing. The top left and right sides of her head were decorated with the horse-like ears.

Although she was still extremely comfortable she felt a furious itchiness grow somewhere. She was almost too dazed to decide where it even was, so she casually looked over her shoulder. Her rear end looked rather big, a fact which at that moment made her chuckle.

‘If I bend, I kind of look like Epona from behind now. All that’s missing i--’ she said, when the furious itchiness rose to a burning sensation. ‘Ow!’ she said as she kept looking at her rear. Right above her butt, a few hairs had appeared and were rapidly growing in length.

She touched the area, and it felt like an extension of her spine. She saw more and more hair grow and the hair growing longer and longer. It was the same color as the hair on her head. The connection between the ears and the tail suddenly struck Malon.

‘It’s a horse’s tail…’ she whispered, holding it in her hand as it grew just a bit more. It hung a bit in front of her rear. She wiggled her bottom, and the tail swayed along. She chuckled. Her bottom, being easily more than twice as big as before, seemed content with its current size.

She looked at her breasts. They, unlike her rear end, were not completely done yet. They were almost like two big balls before they seemed to slow down. As they stopped, the massaging sensation did as well. A cold shiver went down Malon’s spine as she stood there.

‘What have I been doing? Why haven’t I screamed for help?’ she asked herself out loud in a breathless voice. ‘I was in an almost mindless state… just… in pleasure…’ she muttered, becoming bright red with shame as she looked in her mirror still in the floor.

On her nipples, which were still very perky, she began to feel the massaging sensation again. ‘Just stop…’ she muttered. She had a horrific headache and the world before her swam. Despite her horrendous situation, she felt she had to sleep.

Her pleas were of no use as the sensation spread through her breasts again, but it was different this time. She had hardly even felt a weight increase on her chest before, but now she did. She looked down, but her breasts weren’t growing.

‘Is this a belated response to their growth?’ she muttered, rubbing her shoulders a bit. She tried lifting her massive breasts under her hands, and found it to be a challenge. After a while, she let go, and her breasts sloshed strangely like she had seen waterbeds do.

She felt a pleasant warmth in her nipples, but also, a building pressure. ‘… Oh, no,’ was all Malon could exclaim as she began to understand what was happening. The pleasure through her body, up until now, had been somewhat vague and on the background. But not anymore.

An intense pleasure in her nipples forced itself to the foreground of Malon’s mind as two streams of white liquid began spraying out of them. ‘Ah! Ahh!’ she gasped in response to this sudden, intense feeling.

The steams of milk were, at first, small but began to increase in size as the seconds went on. Malon was moaning constantly, unsure what in the world she had to do in response to this perfectly bizarre event. Two now steady and clear beams of milk shot out from her breasts.

Panic struck her once more and she feverishly began to look for ways to stop this. She grabbed her pillow and pushed it against her chest. But due to her breast size, she could only properly cover up one nipple at a time.

She threw the nearly soaked pillow on the floor and grabbed her blanket and wrapped it around her chest. She felt, as she did, that her breasts were swelling slowly. ‘Do they – ah… - need to get even bigger?’ she groaned with difficulty.

The blanket didn’t stop the dairy production, and it was soon soaked completely. Malon threw it down hopelessly. She tried pinching her nipples closed, but this caused her breasts to swell at a rapid rate and when released, the milk shot out even faster.

‘I’m losing litres and – unh…- litres by the minute. This – ah! – can’t be good. Need water…!’ she said to herself with some difficulty, as the pleasure just persisted and grew. She had to get help, and fast.

Then she heard her father at the door. ‘Malon? Are you alright?’ Malon wasn’t sure how she should answer, or if she should answer at all. One could clearly hear the sound of streams of liquid hitting the ground.

‘I’m… dad, something’s very very wrong. Please don’t come in… please… get a doctor…’ she plead, biting her lip hard a few times mid-sentence to prevent herself from moaning. ‘A-a doctor? Daughter, what’s the matter?’ Talon asked. Malon sobbed. ‘Please… the doctor…’

Apparently, Talon was now convinced because he hurried back downstairs. She heard him talk to Ingo quite fast, and eventually run off. She heard that Ingo was nervously walking about. Malon wondered if he knew the cloaked man had entered the Ranch that evening.

She then heard heavy breathing, along with running feet rapidly approaching as she heard her father’s footsteps fade in the night. ‘Who’d visit us this late?’ she wondered. Her breasts spraying milk on the window obscured her sight somewhat, so she decided to go outside.

She hurried for the door, clumsily opened it so it was covered with milk before the task was done, and bent so she wouldn’t hit her head as she walked through. She was incredibly tall. She stumbled down the stairs, and fell flat on her breasts. ‘Unh…’

Soon her cleavage was soaked in her own milk. She scrambled to her feet fast, and opened the door. It was very dark outside, but she heard several individuals outside gasp. Her eyes adapted to see in the dark after a while.

‘S-saria…!’ she said, bursting into tears. Ingo who stood far closer, and was now soaked with milk, seemed very confused by it all. ‘What in the name of - ?’ he said. Malon couldn’t find the words, but just cried. Saria came up and embraced her.

‘Saria,’ the woman on the horse which Malon hadn’t even noticed said, ‘This situation is a lot worse than I thought. We have the proper ingredients, so we should get to the hag immediately,’ she said, clearly shocked by the curse’s devious magic.

‘I need to stay with Malon, Nabooru. The curse has gone to extremes with her. Here – have the ingredients I collected and hurry to the hag. I’d only slow you down, anyway,’ Saria said. Nabooru nodded, took the ingredients, turned her horse and ran off into the night.

There sat Saria and Malon in an embraced position, both significantly taller than Ingo when standing and both completely naked. Soon they were both soaked with milk, but they did not care. ‘Look… you two had better go back to Malon’s room,’ Ingo said, turning crimson.

‘I’ll grab a big bucket for Miss Malon here, and will try to get you both some fitting clothes. Will you help her back upstairs, young lady?’ he asked, turning to Saria. Saria nodded, and both of them stood up. Malon was still in pleasure, but too exhausted to moan.

‘Can you get her some water as well, Mr. Ingo?’ Saria asked with concern. ‘She’s very, very thirsty.’ Ingo nodded, and hurried off to the storage room. Saria brought Malon back to her room, which was quite a mess.

A milk soaked pillow and blanket lay on the ground, the window was wet with milk and several areas on the floor were as well. Saria became infuriated. ‘I can’t believe that curse had the idea it was doing anything like a good deed…’ she muttered.

Soon they both sad covered with several very large towels covering their bodies and a massive bucket to catch Malon’s milk. As the bucket was half full, Malon and Saria looked at each other. Malon’s face looked ready to begin crying again.

‘Nabooru will be back here soon, with a cure. I promise,’ Saria said, putting her hand on Malon’s shoulder. Malon smiled, lay her head on Saria’s shoulder and dozed off to sleep as her breasts continued to produce milk.

‘Don’t let me down…’ Saria whispered, thinking of Nabooru.

- Acknowledged plot inconsistency ; Saria was not naked the moment Malon came outside. BUT I DON'T CARE BECAUSE THIS STORY REQUIRED TWO NAKED GIRLS HUGGING. So we're going to ignore the clothes Ingo gave Saria two chapters back, a'ight?

[cyero]

Aight.

So Hyrule has waterbeds...

[geno13]

Poor Talon, his first story roof's gonna leak all night long with his horsie amazon milk-factory daughter upstairs growing and leaking all night long. :P

[Ryu_Knight]

interesting chapter, but good none the less

[keybladeknight]

that was amazing i would give u a high 5 and a pat on the back if i could

[NinjArt]

Originally Posted by cyero

Aight.

So Hyrule has waterbeds...

Your response is deceptive when read out of context, I read ahead to other people responses before reading the chapter just to get a since of what it's about. After reading your comment I expected Water bed sized Cans. Got my hopes up but oh well.

Masterfully written Magic.

[Daichi Azure]

anyone got any cookies?

[Lock]

Whoohoo! I love it!