An old old story that I lost on a recently failed hard drive all I remember is it had magic, a fortune teller gypsy woman , and somebody getting revenge on her, any help would be awesome .

Wish i could help ya The story sounds good.

Foul, Fecund, Revenge
An Excerpt from the Journal of Prince Vladimir Voyakov, Gypsy Prince, as
translated by Rivan 51.

Hungary, May, 1325.

I had been hunting her for days now, anxious to see if my spell had worked,
to know if my revenge was about to be complete.

I passed a colorful tent with the sign, "Madame Rosa - Fortune Teller -
Fortunes told for a Shilling," and I knew I had found her. Rosa, the Gypsy
Princess who had stood against me during the last Council of Gypsies, was
within the tent that was before me. I smiled in wicked anticipation of what
was to come.

When I stepped inside, I saw a small round table with a dark cloth draped
over it. Set in the middle of the cloth was a crystal stand, upon which
stood a crystal ball that gleamed in the candle-lit interior; cheap
theatric tricks for the customer, but they worked well to hide the real
methods by which a Gypsy magician could summon his, or her, power. There
were two low seats, one on either side of the table, and I took the one
closest to the door, my body almost quivering in anticipation.

Then, Rosa came in, and I knew my revenge would be completed that night.

She wore classic Gypsy garb, a dark, flowing skirt that swirled about her ankles as she made her way to the table, and a white, "Peasant Shirt" type top, with a shawl draped over her shoulders, while a cloth headdress draped over the long, tresses of her hair.
Rosa's lovely eyes were captivating, as always, but now the long lashed orbs that had once shown with a sultry light were muted by a weary, discomforted depth to them, and when they regarded me with an unknowing gaze, I knew one of my spells was in full effect, for she did not recognize me.
Her garments were meant to flow around her as she moved, so as to cling seductively to her feminine curves, but due to her slow, ponderous gait, they simply hung off her shoulders like clothes hung on a line to dry. Still, they did cling to her curves, albeit heavily and clearly revealed the state of her body to me.
Rosa's breasts were, quite frankly, huge. They were so large that it looked
like she had tried to smuggle over ripe cantaloupes under her shirt, a wealth of smooth, tight flesh could be seen above the neck of her blouse, and the dark line of her cleavage was a vast valley of shadow. As stated before, they appeared to be very tight, and full, like water balloons filled too full, and her nipples were stiffened to rock hardness beneath her blouse. It was obvious that they were very heavy, and painfully
sensitive, for she grimaced with pained discomfort every time her chest jiggled, or her nipples rubbed against the fabric of her blouse.
Apparently, modesty had given way to alleviating the constant discomfort of
her breasts, for, as she approached the table, she raised an arm to her chest, cupping them both in an attempt to still their motion and ease her constant discomfort. As heavy as her breasts were, however, they were as nothing when compared to her belly.

Rosa's belly, the main focus of my spells, was a massively round, swollen ball of gravidity that was even larger than I had anticipated! It was a great, heavy, ponderous mass of expectancy, the sides bulging out by well over a foot, and the peak of it, at her navel, appeared to be about two feet from her otherwise slender body. Her free arm was stretched out, so her hand could cup the turgid, weighty, nearly spherical ball of her belly, and her shoulders were slightly rounded, hunched from the constant carrying of such a heavy load. She moved in a slow, ponderous waddle, gasping softly
from the effort of moving while carrying such a gravid weight in her belly, and her face showed the strain of doing so.

Upon seeing the condition she was in, I knew that my spells had worked perfectly, and that I only needed to do one last thing for my revenge upon her to be complete.

I watched Rosa move to her side of the table, loving the way she had to
heave her heavily swollen belly about in order to move, as well as the way
she would bite her lip at times, to keep from crying out when her breasts
moved. I knew that she believed she was carrying a set of big quadruplets,
and she was correct, in part. She was carrying quadruplets, but they were
far from human. My spells had summoned spirits from a bestial realm of
reality, and given them the ability to gestate corporeal forms through the
wombs of Rosa, and the other women who had stood against me in the Council,
as well as the wives of those men who had stood against me. They had all
refused to allow me to perform my mystic experiments on prisoners, or
slaves, so they would now be the experiments themselves!

The gestation period had begun 9 weeks ago, and since then, the various women, including Rosa, had felt themselves swell and bloat with the inhuman brood they
carried. Despite their best efforts, they could not expel the offspring from their wombs, and all their tests, mystic or otherwise showed them nothing but human fetuses within their wombs. Oh, if only they had known what was to come!

For a moment, I sat there, almost drunk with excitement. Then, I noticed
that Rosa was trying to figure out how to lower her massively gravid form
into the chair, and knew this was my chance to act. I quickly cast a spell
of concealment, so that any who entered the tent would see Rosa sitting
there, here her speak their fortunes, and leave, never seeing what was
really happening, then I came to my feet, and offered to help her sit. She
smiled at me, grateful for my aid, and then allowed me to help her lower
her heavily gravid form into the seat.

The moment she was seated, I made my move. I removed the spell of disguise,
so she could see my face, and reveled in the shock that flew over her
countenance. Then, before she could act, I placed my hand on her belly, and
spoke the final words of my spell.

I felt the result almost immediately, and Rosa let out a gasping cry of pain as her already huge belly suddenly surged forward, swelling and expanding before her eyes. Rosa threw her head back, one hand clawing at her belly, the other at my arm, then at the back of the chair as her back arched wildly, pushing her swelling belly forward even more.
I stood up slowly, enjoying the show, knowing her belly would swell till the four
offspring in her womb were each about the size of a 10 year old child.......then they would want to come out.

Rosa was now thrashing about in her chair, her head snapping from side to
side, and then front to back so wildly, she had thrown off her headdress.
Her hands clutched at her seat, then rose to claw at her swelling belly as
it burgeoned and grew larger and larger, a swelling sphere of horrific
gravidity that she could not stop from growing. Her face was a grimace of
pain, eyes alternately flashing open during a sudden, strong surge, or
clenching closed as harsh, guttural, grunting sounds came from her clenched
teeth, torn from her throat to emerge from her snarling lips as her head
snapped about and her back arched again and again. A sudden ripping sound
filled the air as her skirt, pulled to its maximum by her swelling, inhuman
fecundity, gave up the ghost and split down the middle, the naked flesh of
her growing, gravid protuberance emerging before my eyes.

Her pain filled, enraged, yet terrified, eyes turned on me, flashing with
emotion as she gave forth a snarling gasp, "Bastard!!
What.....unnnggh...have you....done....uggghhh!!....to me!!"

I came in close, laying a hand on her monstrously massive belly, reveling
in the feel of her flesh stretching beneath my fingers as it grew larger
still, and said,

"Well, you convinced the Gypsy Council not to let me perform my experiments on slaves, so I had to find another group to use." I smiled at the sudden realization that flashed in her eyes, "Surprise! You, and the other female members of the council, or the wives of the husbands on the council, are it!"

"Nooo...!!!"Rosa screamed as she realized what I had done to her. At the same moment, her breasts, also affected by my spell, suddenly surged forward in a massive rush of milk generating, swelling growth. Her blouse split open in a spray of buttons, and her naked, swelling orbs of flesh burst forth, topped by thick, steel hard nipples as Rosa gave another cry of pain and shock.

"Oh good," I smiled. I reached forward to tug at a thick, stiff nub, making Rosa gasp out with the sudden rush of new pain, "Your milk is coming in. Now your progeny won't starve."

Her eyes blazing, Rosa raised a clawed, trembling hand toward me, beginning to mutter a spell of destruction. However, she had barely begun the spell, when she suddenly cried out in pain and clutched at her head. Her eyes, now so full of rage that they seemed to glow, stared at me with such a force of emotion that, had she been able, I think she would have killed me with her thoughts alone. Then, a new surge of growing overcame her, and her head flew back as she clawed at her belly once again.

"Ah....you have discovered another one of my little spells." I chuckled, fully enjoying her torment." Any time you try to cast a spell, you will receive pain the likes of which you have never experienced before." I smiled into her blazing eyes, "I would suggest you do not try that again."

Still smiling, and knowing her growth was nearing an end, I looked down at
Rosa's belly in satisfaction.

Her belly was now an inhumanly round, monstrous, sphere of gravidity. It
surged forth from her slender frame like a pig's gut filled to full with
air, a tight, hard, sphere of taut, smooth flesh pulled almost to the
splitting point over her inhumanly swollen womb.

Her navel, stretched to the point of oblivion was at least a cubit or more beyond her wide spread knees, and the massive state of her swollen sides filled her lap to
overflowing. So greatly swollen was her belly, when Rosa's arms would drop,
they were held up by her swollen sides.

Upon occasion, a ripple, or a bulge would appear at some point on her belly, making Rosa grunt loudly, and I knew the beings within her were moving. Her breasts were a nearly as amazing sight, half - again as large as her head, and so tight in appearance I thought they might burst like a too full water sack. The pressure appeared to be intense, indeed, I could see droplets of milk at the tips of her nipples.

Then, with a gasp from Rosa, her belly ceased growing.

I took a moment to gaze with satisfaction at my handiwork. Rosa's hair hung
limply about her exhausted, pain wracked face, clinging to her cheeks in sweaty, lank strands. Her massively swollen, tight, breasts rose up and down rapidly as she heaved for breath, and the rags of her clothing clung to her skin in sweaty patches.

My revenge was almost complete.

"Now, get up."

Rosa stared up at me in shock, her pain filled eyes wide with the
impossibility of what I had told her to do.

"Get Up!" I commanded.

Under the power of my spells, and despite her unwilling spirit, Rosa slowly
heaved and strained her body up, off the seat, and onto her feet. The massive weight of her belly nearly pulled her forward, but she clutched at the table, and was able to remain on her feet. Her belly bulged out to an obscene distance in front of her, and her back was arched to a painful degree, but she was able to stay on her feet and slowly heave her inhumanly gravid body after me in a slow, swaying, waddle that made her gasp with exertion at every step.

She followed me out to my wagon and, with a few spells, I levitated her into the back, and left her there. My spells would make it appear that I was just carrying some produce away from the fair. I turned toward her tent, and the rest of her things, and, with a quick word of destruction, I disintegrated all of her belongings; making it appear as if she had never been there. That done, I climbed into my wagon, and drove away from the fairgrounds, Rosa, on her back, beneath the massive dome of her belly,
moaning and gasping the entire time.

I drove the wagon for two turns of the glass, till we were far from the town, and deep in the dark woods where I had made my camp. I used another levitation spell to move the moaning, foully fecund Rosa from my wagon, and onto the ground, then I stepped back to again admire my work.

From the angle I was at, I could not see her face, or her upper torso for
that matter. All I could see was the great, round, tight, dome of her belly, her wide spread, slender legs, and the hair shrouded, gash of her femininity. Which reminded me...?

"Well my dear, I have decided to make your labors a bit shorter than what is normal for pregnant women." I said as I came up to her. "I think I will move the opening of your womb.......here."

As I spoke, I placed a finger just above her feminine lips and, summoning a spell, I drew my finger up, along the massive curve of her belly, to her almost non-existent navel. As I did so, I could feel the shifting of her womb within Rosa's belly, and I knew the opening was following my finger.

Rosa's head flew back, her lips opened wide in a soundless scream, her eyes rolling up into her head and her back arching as her hands clawed at the earth beneath her. I knew she was feeling her body being ripped apart inside as her womb moved within her, and I reveled in it.

As my spell ended, Rosa went limp, a tortured gasp coming from her lips as he flopped loosely down upon the ground, her chest heaving for breath as sobs of torment came from her lips. Outwardly, she looked no different, her belly was just as massive, just as roundly fecund as it had been before. But both she and I knew that something had been horrifically changed within her body.

"Please....."Rosa sobbed, "Please...stop this....."

I smiled down at her, patting her inhumanly swollen waist as I spoke." Don't worry my dear, it will all be over soon....very soon."

Even as I spoke, a rippled passed over her belly. Rosa's head flew back, her eyes going wide, mouth open to scream...but all that came out were puffs and pants for breath as the contraction passed, not over her belly, but UP her belly, literally peaking at her navel. Rosa's back arched, as much as it could, and her shoulders pressed deep into the ground as her hands clawed at the earth above her head as her labor began.

"Oooops! Time for me to go!" I quickly made my way to a tree, and levitated myself into its branches, as Rosa screamed for me to stay, not to leave her. I may have been her tormentor, but any human presence would be preferred to none, given her current situation. But I did not know how binding my pact with the bestial realm was, and I had no interest in being torn asunder by the newly spawned Man-Beasts. Needless to say, my defenses were at the ready, even as I made sure I had a perch with a good view of Rosa's laboring form.

Another contraction squeezed her womb, another ripple, and Rosa grunted again. Then another came, and another, each one heralded by a screaming grunt from Rosa's lips. Rosa was writhing beneath her inhumanly bloated belly, her head rolling from side to side, or flying back, neck tendons standing out like too taut ropes, as she howled out her pain during a particularly harsh contraction. Two, almost three, turns of the glass passed in this way, and the hour was approaching.

Then, I saw it. A huge bulge at her navel that appeared, then receded, then appeared again on the next contraction. Rosa's breathing became more focused, more intense, and her grunting gasps became rhythmic as she strained to push the lives out of her body. Her face showed her exhaustion, but the natural, albeit altered, forces of her body had taken over, and she was using all her reserves of energy to free herself of the hot, wet, heaviness in her womb.

Rosa suddenly planted her chin in her hugely swollen chest, gripped the earth with white knuckles, and gave a massive, heaving push as a scream of exertion, pain and torment ripped from her lips.

At her navel, her belly suddenly split open in a spray of blood and gore, as a massive, wolf-like head emerged into the night air. Another, dying, faintly screaming push from Rosa, and the man-beasts shoulders were free, allowing it to pull itself out of its "mother's" dying body. Once the first was out, the others quickly followed, all of them wolf-like in appearance, as Rosa's eyes glazed over in oblivion.

For a moment they stood there, feasting on the flesh of their host, (I can think of no other way to describe Rosa, for, in truth, she was no more their mother, than I was their father) then, they raced off into the night.

After they were gone, I made my way to my wagon, packed up my things, and left. Rosa's body would be discovered, and the townsfolk would believe she had been attacked by wolves, which was, in part, truly what happened. No further investigation would be done.

Besides, I had other experiments to perform.

Hungary, May 1325

It has been at least three days since the beasts were born from Rosa. She
looked so beautiful, so terrified, as she gave them birth. My pact requires that I deliver thirteen mothers for the Bestial Realm and Lady Lucinda Virvier, wife to Prince Malkov Virvier was next on my list. He was the first to rise up against my ideas for experimentation. It would be interesting to see how the young Lady Virvier was doing, considering she was already pregnant with twins when I cast my spell.
I pulled my wagon around to the front gate of the castle, and with a rather
simple "knock" spell opened the iron doors with ease. Another rather
ingenious spell left me invisible to the many guards that surrounded the
keep; most of the houses were that way since the sudden "wolf" attacks
began, starting with poor Madame Rosa.
Even now the thought of watching her belly grow so huge and distended; the fecund sphere swelling so big until the wolfen were born. I smiled at this even as I levitated up to the balcony of my next "mothers" room.
Due to her sudden growth spurt, Malkov had his with placed in a very private room. This evening, after he returned from his favorite concubine, he would find much more than he imagined.
Oh how I wish I could stay to see how the kids greet their father. As I landed upon the balcony even I gasped, for I could see her through the sheer drapes, slowly lumbering back to her bed, and her naked body glisten with sweat from the effort she had to put into every movement.
Admittedly I truly like Lucinda; she had just turned twenty only a few months ago and she was quite beautiful; a northerner with long, shimmering blonde hair, which was part of the reason why Malkov had found her so attractive. She had high set cheek bones Lucinda had an exotic looked compared to the normal dark haired beauties from the south, though it was hard to see for the young glutton had grown rather plump in nine weeks.
My spell had worked perfectly; aside for placing five of the wolfen within her womb I also altered her thoughts to believe that if she grew fatter, her babies would be stronger, though that was partially true. It really didn't matter how fat she grew, that was more for my own amusement. Her steel blue eyes flashed with pain as her monstrous breasts quaked with every step; they were the size of over ripe watermelons, the over abundance of milk sloshing about as she moved. It must have been extremely painful, but nothing compared to what was about to happen.
I watched her desperately try to cup the overflowing boob flesh and heard her cry out in unwanted pleasure at their slightest touch. My gaze flowed down her plump frame, catching her full round ass wobble with her motion, her thighs thick and muscular, strengthened due to the amazing load she was caring and amazing it was. Her belly ballooned from her body in a nearly perfect sphere, distended nearly
three feet, the flesh so taunt it looked ready to explode from the pressure inside.
Soon I thought.soon. Her skin was shimmering with wet; Lucindas' navel merely a memory on the expanded flesh, a deep dark line extending from her sex, across her naval to the apex of her massive bosom gave her distended swell a more turgid appearance.
She was ready, and from the looks of her growth rate she would deliver quickly, much faster than Rosa; which was fine by me, I had no real desire to see this one suffer; especially since it was Malkov that I wanted to punish and poor Lucindas' death would do more than what would be necessary.
The fecund mass of belly wobbled slightly forcing Lucinda to lurch forward in pain, then stop and regain her balance; a noticeable bulge forming at the apex of her belly. ah, they were coming, much faster than I anticipated.
Her eyes widened as water spilled from nether lips and along her inner thigh. It was time to finish the deed.
Slowly I pushed open the balcony doors, Lucinda, looking at me with a confused and fearful gleam in her eyes. She knew who I was, but my reasons for being there she could not understand.
Suddenly she cried out. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Her belly bulged and lurched forward, growing a few dangerous inches
before my eyes. It was amazing, her womb so full and tight; the wolfen maturing within, prepared for birth.
I let her scream as I cast a silence spell within the room. No need for interruptions.or warnings for that matter. Gently I placed my hand on the enormous globe of flesh, it was hot and slick and yet soft and firm all at once. It was hard not for me to get excited. Lucinda was truly beautiful in this state but my experiments came
before lust; always.
Then I said the final words of my spell, watching her eyes glared at me with anger, fear and still begging for mercy. I was sorry but this was revenge, a job that had no mercy.
As before with Rosa, I altered her insides to suit my needs, the young woman sending out a noiseless scream in pain as I did so; as I also altered her young,
combining five into one, one truly terrible creature and one that wanted free of the confines of the poor girls' bloated belly.
That forced a dramatic change as her womb began to swell, and swell very rapidly. Her mouth went open but no sound came out, it was as if her voice failed her at the one time she so desperately needed to release. Lucinda gripped her expanding middle, feeling the beings inside mutate, condense and become a single entity and then it began.
The young Lady was forced to spread her legs as her middle ballooned obscenely, thick veins forced to the surface of her flesh as the incredibly taunt sphere continued to grow, with no signs of stopping. Her breasts heaved up and down as her breathing grew labored, then Lucindas' knees buckled, unable to sustain the weight that jutted from her nearly four feet.
She slumped down the side of her bed, clawing at her horribly distended middle, watching her body go through an impossible pregnancy. At almost five feet her belly stopped growing, it appeared to be over. Though she made no sound, I could see her panting; a relived and haughty look taking over her face but when she saw the smug smile I gave her, her own resolve deflated and then her head snapped back,
her mouth open in a full bore howl of pain which none could hear.
At last, her first contraction. Soaked with sweat, her body glistening from it,
Lucinda gritted her teeth as the next contraction hit. Instinctually she began to push, knowing that giving birth would kill her but Mother Nature controlled her now.
Placing both hands upon her distended sides, the Lady Lucinda pushed and breathed through her contractions. Coyly I stepped back through the doors to the balcony and levitated off the ledge, out of harms way but with the best view.
Proud Lucinda didn't beg for comfort as Rosa but just pushed and struggled. I watched her for nearly two turns of the hour glass; I watched as ripples and bulges formed and rolled over the frightful roundness, Lucinda using all her energy to rid herself of this thing I placed within her.
It was time for the coup de gras.
For one brief moment Lucinda and I locked eyes and that was all I needed. It was actually amusing watching her as she began to orally please my unseen servant, her thin lips wrapping around an invisible manhood. Her skills were shockingly impressive, as if she had once served as a concubine; hands grasping the ghostly shaft and stroking madly.
For all she was, Lucinda was easily deceived for in her mind she was with her love, Malkov and she with all her heart believed if she satisfied him, it would all be okay. Whorishly she went at it, stopping every so often when a powerful contraction racked her enormously bloated frame.
Then the last contraction came, I knew it, for Lucinda was desperately working the ghostly visitor; panic filling her eyes. A huge bulge formed at the birth canal of her belly.
The pain must have been incredible for Lucindas' eyes closed tight with strain, her mouth still wrapped around an invisible phallus, her nails slicing into the wood
footboard of the bed. Then she jerked awkwardly, her head shot back and womb burst open, blood and flesh and gore spraying about as the wolfen centaur; its flesh made of onyx, jet black, smooth and dripping with remains, tore free from its fleshy containment.
Lucindas' eyes never reopened as her head slumped forward, the beast immediately beginning its' first meal as it bit into a massive tit. I dispelled the silence placed upon the room, the shredding of flesh and meat, the shattering of bone filling my ears. I stayed long enough to hear the howl of the new born.

As I drew my wagon away from the castle, I could see the torch light of a returning Prince Malkov.

Hungary, May 1325

It has been two days since the slaughter of Castle Malkov was discovered. It is believed that a wolf or wolves slipped into the keep and murdered the Lady Lucinda in her sleep and many guards as they attempted a rescue. Oddly, Prince Malkov was discovered torn in half in his carriage in an apparent attempt to get help along with a young female who was a known courtesan; apparently raped with her belly burst opened from the inside out.

That is something new. Apparently the spawn can breed.

Now off to Lady Jezzabella. She should be just about ready. Ah Lady Jezzabella
Greylocke, the Lady of the Hill. She was in her thirties and one of the leading members among the Gypsy Council.

She was very beautiful; a petite, voluptuous female with natural curves, she possessed an amazingly large chest, which left many to question exactly how she walked upright. With naturally wide hips and a full, though slim waist, Jezzabella was perfect breeding stock, for any who could have tamed the rather independent female. Even now I could see her deep, rich chocolate eyes, full of life and fire, her oval face with its soft, sienna hued skin, all framed by long lustrous reddish brown hair as she flirted with many of the single men in town, remarkably not becoming pregnant, until now of course.

For her, my trap was rather easy to set, placing the Bestial seed within one of her many lovers and allowing her nature to take its course; poor fellow died a few days
afterwards though, the demonic residue from the seed poisoning the fool. Jezzabella though had become pregnant instantly and even that night, as I cast my spell, I watched her thru my crystal ball and was amazed at how large and swollen her belly grew within moments, the Lady of the Hill looked nearly five months along.

Since then, she had become a recluse, occasionally, though much more as of late taking food deliveries from the local farmers. From the rumors, her hunger for food was not her only insatiable desire. I knew what she hungered for and I laughed at the
thought even as my wagon rolled up to the pathway leading to her cottage at the base of the Nightingale Mountain. It was in truth only partially my doing. The demons in the Bestial realm are known by all parishioners and hunters for their carnal lusts, sometimes even leaving themselves vulnerable during battles to satiate that lusts.

Jezzabellas' own sexual appetite was merely enhanced by the beasts maturing within her womb and well, even she had to feed her desires. That's when I noticed the two
horses reigned nearby. Oh, this would be very interesting indeed.

As I approached the lovely hillside cottage, the faint cries of passion started to fill the air. All I could do was smile as a vicious but rather appropriate finale entered my thoughts, one that would appease the young being born but would provide me with a bit of amusement; even Jezzabella would enjoy her last moments and that was the funny part.

When I entered the rather exquisite cottage I was amazed at the site before me. Not by the lavishness of the woman but the scene before me. Upon a couch of satin I found Jezzabella, her long raven locks spider-webbing her rather vibrant, beautiful face, which was twisted in a mask of lust, her full rose lips curled back in a hungry grow as it whipped to and fro. She was thrusting herself upon the massive throbbing member of a young farmer from the village, driving him as deep as she possibly could to fill her sex, her ravenous hunger for sex as insatiable.

I figured as much since her time to deliver was at hand. What amazed me was her body; sensuous and ripe, curves and delicious swells, splendid fertility at its best;
Jezzabellas' breasts, full and heavy with milk like giant juicy melons, the flesh smooth and shimmering, two twin nipples; thick and dark and the ends of even darker, saucer sized areola topped the massive orbs as they wobbled hysterically with every thrust of her lovers steed. But her belly was the grandest sight of all.


*** Sorry about the formatting, I never really got around to correcting my copy.

Holy crap I think that is it to bad it was never finished

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