The Inn on the Edge: A Fairy's Tale

by Fatrat

As the traveler makes his way through the woods, he realizes that it's getting late & both he & his horse are getting tired & hungry. Nearing the edge of forest, the traveler notices lights from an inn. Drawing closer, he sees an inn & stable. Approaching the inn, a young boy sitting by the door offers to bed down his horse while the traveler takes lodging for the night. Upon dismounting, the traveler hands the boy the reins of his horse & a few coins. Turning back toward the door, the traveler notices 2 signs. The first above the door says "The Inn On The Edge", the second on the wall states, "All animosities shall be left outside this door!"

Opening the door & entering the room, the traveler feels a sense of serenity within. Going over to the bar, the traveler calls to the barkeep.

"What can I be getting ye, stranger?"

"I'll have a mug of ale, Barkeep, or should I call you something else?"

"I have many names, but ‘Keep’ will suffice."

Looking around the room, the traveler notices that there are many different races & possibly classes present. There are elves, humans, dwarves, fairies, orcs, dragons & many others present. As the traveler continues to look around the room, many things draw attention: armor, weapons, instruments, sculptures & paints.

One painting in particular attracts the traveler’s attention. Above the bar hangs a painting of what appears to be a huge set of tits! Looking closer, the traveler sees what appears to be a small set of wings!

"See ya noticed Mynda, stranger. "

"Am I seeing things or. . . . . . "

"No, that's a painting of a fairy with humongous tits. How'd you like to hear the story behind that painting?" As the stranger nods, Keep begins his tale.

"It is well known that fairies are great practical jokers. They will do anything for a laugh, without doing any dramatic harm. Mynda was one of the best.

"She did all the little things like drawing her enemies into bees nests or using itching powder. However, Mynda's specialty was morphs! She had a knack for making morphs happen in unique ways! She wouldn't just morph someone, no, that wasn't her style. Mynda had to set up the morph, then have a trigger to set it off.

"The first time I ever witnessed one of Mynda's morphs, was right here in the inn. At one time we had a barmaid here named Alicia. She was a waif-like girl with a slight figure. Many of the patrons were attracted to Alicia, but she secretly wished she had a little more to offer. One night, Mynda was in one of her mischievous moods. When Alicia was distracted from her meal by one of the regular patrons, Mynda sprinkled some kind of potion in her meal. She then said something that I couldn't understand & turned invisible. I could have told Alicia about it, but one thing you should never do is ruin a fairy's joke, because you just may end up the next victim! Alicia finished her meal & went back to work, not knowing that there was something amiss. She joked & waited on customers as was her natural routine. About 20 minutes later, something happened that changed all that.

"The thing that happened was that Alicia got a strong whiff of pepper that made her sneeze. That first sneeze made her chest tingle. The next sneeze she felt the top of her dress grow snug. Looking down, she sneezed again & heard a ripping sound as she saw her breasts overflow her bodice. As she continued to sneeze, she continued to grow. Her breasts overflowed her dress & proceeded to expand down & out from her chest! When she finally stopped sneezing the growth stopped.

"All eyes in the inn were on Alicia. Her breasts bloomed forth about 4 ft. from her chest & hung down to the top of her knees. Each one was the size of a small boulder. Her nipples stretched out at least 6 inches from the center of her areola that were the size of small plates. As the shock of what had happened subsided, a small voice could be heard giggling above the bar. Becoming visible, Mynda laughed, 'Well Alicia, I've overheard you say several times that you wished you had a little more to offer a man. Now you have a LOT MORE to offer! ' Saying this, Mynda quickly flew out the door to escape any retribution. "

The traveler, still looking at the painting, said, "Interesting story, but what does that have to do with the painting?"

"I'm getting to that, stranger. I just want to give you a little background so you could understand what kind of joker Mynda is. You see that was just one of the pranks that lead to the painting. "

"Before you continue, what became of Alicia?"

"Curious, huh? Well one of the local land barons had always had his eye on her but wasn't totally attracted to her until that day. She is now the Baroness of Brestenshire. From what I've heard, she lives like a queen & has grown even bigger!

"Now Alicia wasn't Mynda's first or last prank victim. I remember the time a rather large boisterous barbarian was saying that women were too soft to be good in battle. He then went on to say that all women should stay home, take care of their men & have babies! Well, that statement didn't sit too well with the female adventurers in the room. However, no violence is allowed or tolerated in the inn, so Mynda had another way to deal with it.

"I don't know how she accomplished this one & I don't want to. The barbarian kept running his mouth making derogatory remarks about the ladies, until some changes occurred. First his voice went from a deep bass to a high feminine melody. As he struggled with this more changes took place. His facial features softened & the facial hair receded. The taut muscles of his body melted away like wax on a candle. Then Mynda's fun really began! The barbarian's body started to acquire feminine curves. His legs became long & sinuous, his arms & hands became sleek & delicate. At first glance, his chest developed into a pair of small melons. Then things really got interesting.

"'You think women should stay home & have babies! Well, be our guest!' Mynda laughed. The barbarian's stomach started to rumble, then expand. By the time it stopped, it looked like he/she was carrying triplets into the 9th month. Then as if his/her breasts knew that there would be mouths to feed, they started to grow again at a tremendous rate. By the time they stopped growing the barbarian's breasts were larger than the largest melons I had ever seen!

"Mynda flittered back & forth above the barbarian's head. 'Something still isn't right about this scene.' After a few minutes she stopped & replied, 'That's it! ' Waving her hands over the barbarian, she smiled! The barbarian started to shrink until "her" height was about the same as the measurement of her bloated belly! 'Now you can be a good example of what you consider the only thing a woman is good for! Tee-hee-hee-hee-hee.' With that last remark, Mynda faded away.

"Well, I guess it's time to tell you about the painting. One day, Mynda was sitting on the bar, when this old man walked in. The old man walked to a table in a corner at the back of the inn. Mynda sat & watched him as he sat sipping a glass of wine. She turned away for a minute to talk to me & when she looked back she saw another fairy sitting on the old man's table. Mynda got a devilish grin on her face & said to no one in particular, "Ya know, I've never morphed one of my own kind before! This is just too tempting!" Turning invisible, Mynda flew closer to the old man's table. When she got close enough she quickly put some kind of powder in the fairy's drink. Flying back to the bar, she waited for the fun to begin. The fairy slowly finished her drink as she listened to the old man. When she drained the last drop from her glass, a glow encircled her body. Her tiny breasts started to ripple like waves on the water. With each ripple they seemed to expand, causing another ripple. When the growth finally stopped, the fairy's breasts were the size of watermelons! Mynda sat on the bar watching the transformation take place. Upon completion, she began to laugh as never before to my knowledge.

"Then something eerie occurred. The fairy seemed to levitate off the old man's table & turn toward Mynda. When the inflated fairy completed her rotation, Mynda stared in shock. The fairy leering back at her WAS her! The bloated fairy then spoke: 'Practical jokes & huge tits are fine, but this time my dear you've crossed the line. Some things should improve gracefully like a fine wine, for your actions, though, you shall become many times mine! To top off a practical joke of this ilk, your breasts shall become huge producers of MILK!'

"After saying this, the inflated fairy blinked out of sight. Everyone then looked toward Mynda as she moaned softly. Her bodice slowly grew tighter. When it could hold no more it tore open with a loud 'RRRRIIIPPPP' & her more than ample bosom was exposed to the open air. Once free her mams increased the speed of their growth. What had started out no bigger than small pebbles, proceeded to grow at a tremendous rate through sizes not even imagined on a human female, let alone a fairy!

"'Quickly, is there someplace here in the inn that is extremely large & empty enough to hold a very large mass?' the old man asked. 'There's a secondary storeroom that we use for extra stock when we can get supplies at a good cost. I believe it's empty!' I replied. The old man nodded, waved his arms & chanted some strange incantation. Mynda seemed to fold into herself & vanished. 'Take me to this supply room, quickly!'

"As I rushed to the back of the inn, it finally dawned on me who the old man was! Mordrugam, one of the true legends of the realm! 'Why did you cast that spell on Mynda?' 'Who said I cast the spell?' 'When I finally recognized you, I realized the other Mynda was a mirror image. You used it as a conduit for her spell then intensified it before returning it onto her.' 'Very good! That's exactly what I did. As for why, when I was much younger, Mynda was part of a group I was adventuring with. During a battle with a group of Amazons, She cast a mass morph spell on all the females in the area excluding herself. What she didn't account for was a female cleric in our party. The spell was a "Pregnancy Spell"! When the growth hit the cleric, she snapped. You see, she was a virgin & had taken a vow of celibacy to her deity. Becoming pregnant made her feel she had broken her vow. If not for me, she would have committed suicide! Mynda apologized but I could still see a mischievous gleam in her eyes. I forgot about the incident, until recently when Mynda morphed that barbarian!'

"'What does the barbarian have to do with it?'

"'The barbarian was the son of the cleric! When she found out what happened & who did it she went totally berserk! She swore she would find Mynda & kill her! I told her that I would find Mynda & fix it so that she would have a problem of her own too big for her to even think about practical jokes or morphing anyone ever again.' At this time we reached the storeroom doors. From inside we could hear soft moans mixed with hysterical screams. Opening the doors, I was not really ready for what I saw. The moans & screams were coming from close to the ceiling. Below the sounds were the largest breasts I had ever seen! They had to be at least 18 ft. in diameter… each! The nipples were about 2 ft. around & 3 ft. long. From the center of each nipple hung a huge drop of milk.

"'I suggest you get some large barrels in here & milk her before she explodes. Her new mission in life is to give of herself until a time that I see fit to release her from her penance. Her milk will be used to feed & nurture the masses. Use it however you see fit.' With that, Mordrugam opened a portal & stepped through closing it behind him!"

"That was some story, Keep!", the traveler said with a smile on his face.

"You don't believe me do you?"

"Well it is a little far fetched. "

"Come with me," Keep then led the traveler to the back of the inn. When they reached a set of double doors, Keep stopped & turned to the traveler.

"Maybe this will convince you of the truth of my story!" Keep then turned back to the doors & shoved them open. The traveler's eyes grew wide in awe of the sight before him…

MYNDA !

(Author's note: The Inn on the Edge is a base from which to write many stories. If anyone else wishes to use the concept they have my permission with just a few simple rules. 1) The inn can appear at the edge of anywhere it is not connected to any particular place because of its magic nature. 2)Keep may never be given a name other than Keep & he tells all tales in the inn. 3)Mordrugam may "NOT" be used with out my personal consent. He is one of my personal characters & therefore forbidden unless asked. )