Erotica Anthology #5

#20 Magical Princess A maid turns into a magical princess after being granted an equally magical c**k (funatari/herm). Melody Darling is just one of the many maids working in Seyana Castle. She, along with another dozen or so young maids her age, are currently still in training for the position. Despite working at such a low scale, she should consider herself pretty lucky. At least she will have better chances working in such a grand castle, right? But Melody’s mind is not filled with daily stone floor sweeping and window wiping only. She has bigger dreams and wishes that her little heart desires. She wants a better life than this. Not just a mere maid. She wants to be a beautiful magical princess. If anyone ever hear her say such a wish out loud, she will be completely ridiculed. Lowly standings such as her will be shunned, especially with such an oppressive society where the rich and power rules while the poor and the weak gets trampled to the ground. But really, how can such a secret dream harm anyone, other than her little heart? Melody can feel herself starting to give up on her dream slowly. As she grows older, the more mature and realistic she becomes. It might have been fun to imagine such childish, wishful dream when she was a child, but the girl is slowly growing up into a woman now. She has to open her eyes and take a good look at her own situation. Even if her dream would have come true, it would have taken an immense amount of good luck and rare opportunity. She has not wanted to become a maid, but her parents insist. The castle is recruiting, and even the girl herself thought that it might have been a good idea to take advantage of the opportunity. There will not be another good chance such as this again, and working in the castle is much better than in the village. Better be a maid than do a farm work, she guesses. And so she carries out her duty as one of the maid-in-training. She wake up early by dawn, wash up and get breakfast with the other dozen of other trainees, get cleaning from morning to noon, get lunch before going back to work again up until late at night, before going back to sleep in a room crammed with other maids like her. Melody is just one of the faces of many, just another insignificant individual that is easily replaceable. She should be grateful that she was even accepted to work in there, but she can not bring her spirit to be fully satisfied by such a low-paid income. She knows that she can actually earn more if she simply decides to work harder than the other maids, but she just can not bring herself to kiss her supervisor‘s ass. Even if she is merely a maid, she still has some pride — too much to be own by someone in her standing that it might just get her in trouble. Sometimes Melody cries herself to sleep in silent, not wanting to wake the others and gaining attention to herself. They will probably only think of the worst of her, that she is just being a crybaby and a whiner. But it is not until several nights later that a dark creature discovers the pathetic human girl. It is a sinister s*x demon that eats from the energy of mortals’ s****l pleasure. This should not be any of its concern, until it comes up with a plan. It plans to corrupt her, so that she will bring energy for it to feed from. With a mature preparation, it transforms into a harmless, innocent looking fairy and sparkles into the night. It approaches her in her dream, manipulating her consciousness to its advantage. It coaxes her into a s****l dream, hypnotizing her into turning her sweet, pure dream into a much darker, oversexualized version of it. In the dream, Melody somehow manages to grow a c**k, and she is f*****g someone else. The girl is so overridden by the pleasure the dream gives to her that she is even rubbing her knees together in real life, wet juices leaking from her none-panty p***y, covered in only a plain nightgownag which edge of skirt is riding so high on her upper thighs. It is not until it is too late that she realizes that the person is not a male, but a female, and her magical c**k is f*****g the other girl’s p***y. Her dream self gasps in surprise, pulling away, causing her erected c**k to splash the cumming onto the other girl’s back, buttocks and thighs. The other girl is on her knees, and she seems to be enjoying the pleasure Melody gave to her way too much for it to be considered normal. She has heard about some of the senior maids who prefer the companies of the females, but she never considers herself to be one. Yet she was just enjoying her wild romp with this female. Her imaginary c**k is still twitching with life when a blue fairy suddenly appears in her dream, eyes training on her c**k, before settling to her face. “Hello little girl. Someone tells me that you wish to be a magical girl. Is that correct?” Melody can only nod, too speechless even in the unbelievable dream. “If you still wish to be, why don’t I give you a magic wand, so that you can turn into one? How about that? Would you like to have it?” the fairy asks nicely, her tone too sickeningly sweet that Melody knows in the back of her consciousness that she should be treading carefully with this creature of light. But the fairy is asking something that she has badly wished for as long as she can remember. There is no way she can turn down the offer and say ‘no’ to that. Besides, this is her dream, after all. She can do as she pleases. The girl earns as much, what with how she spends her daily life — and probably will still spend the rest of her life to be — as a simple maid. Without giving much thought, the girl accepts it, reaching out her hand to grab the short, pink stick. Little does she knows that in real life, her hand is now clutching the pink wand tightly, menacingly yet sweetly sparking some pink, lustful glitters. In the midnight when she is awaken, her thoughts are jumbled by the kind fairy, before she goes back to reality and realizes that she is still holding the same wand. She pinches her own cheek to snap herself from the dream, yet it stings more than she expects, meaning that this is really happening. Oh, she can’t believe this! Melody wants to jump up and down with joy, screaming with a high-pitch sound of satisfaction, but she controls herself, not wanting to wake the others and starts a commotion. Maids who disrupt the others’ sleep will get punished, she must reminds herself. But heck, she has a wand. She is going to be a magical princess. She can probably even magic all of her problems away! Without waiting for another second, she jumps to her feet silently and starts waving the wand at her hand, too excited she can barely contain herself. This is it! She is going to turn into a magical princess now. With one wave, and swift! she goes. However, when she looks down, nothing happens. Or at least she thinks so. She waves the wand for the second time, yet still there is no reaction. Melody begins to wonder if this is just another part of her dream, that someone has probably pranked her to into thinking that this is a magical wand. She almost wants to cry to herself from the sheer disappointment, until something happens. She can feel a bulge on her lower half. She lifts the skirt of her nightgown in order to see it herself. Even with the dim lighting, she can still see clearly. It looks like a giant pimple, nesting from inside her bare snatch. It grows right in between her p***y lips — no, from inside her birth canal. How is this possible? Melody scowls at the sight, not remembering sleeping with this thing on her skin. Besides, how did she manage to land herself a pimple at the size of a ball in just overnight? She carefully pokes at it, before it suddenly twitches. The movement reminds her so much of her dream, and suddenly it extends. Melody can barely contain herself from the heart-stopping sight, a stifle of a strangled wiping sound escapes her throat as the bulge begins to grow long, the skin extending until it turns into a limb. The new organ is stretching her p***y, pulling them apart to make some room. Melody can not believe what she is seeing. First it grows to double in size, before it keeps extending even longer. Not only in length, but it also grows in width. The thing in between her legs is sprouting until it becomes as big as her arm. The girl is bewildered by the increasing mysterious thing, until it grows into a completely new body part. While the long limb just keeps enlarging without control, another two sacks appear below it. They look full and heavy, and the girl can not help by shakes her body from side to side experimentally, wondering if they are going to fall off. They don’t. This is just way too surreal. The new body parts look like a p***s and balls. But, this can not be right. Girls do not have thing kind of thing. How can this happen to her, though? Could it be . . . because of the magic wand? She wants to undo the curse, but she is too afraid to touch the horrible object again. She is too afraid that she might provoke it, causing something more to throw on her. Using the rough sheets to roll the pink wand off her bed, the girl slowly corners herself to wall. One hand is holding the sheet to cover herself, not wanting to risk anyone discovering her, while the other hand ventures down, grabbing the foreign object. It pulsated from her touch, and it makes her become uneasy. She can feel herself throbbing with want, with the mind of desire that usually happens when she touches herself. The girl shivers, her mind suddenly conflicted by her unfortunate predicament. It is not it hurts, but she just feels uncomfortable, not used to having something so huge being in there. Since nothing further happens, she decides to just sleep on it and figure out the problem tomorrow. The morning after, she tries so desperately to hide the (way) oversized pimple on her p***y, which somehow has deflated a little bit since last night. It is no longer hard and stiff, by laying loose in between her legs, occasionally brushing her sensitive inner thighs. She does not wish to be the laughing stock of the other maids. The good thing is, nothing happens, as they are all too focused on minding their own body, rushing to get started on their workload. That is, until much later in the afternoon. She is just doing her duty, cleaning one of the many bedroom. Melody takes a look around the place. Now this is a room worthy of a princess. The maid can not help but to stare in jealousy. Such grand bedding, such expensive silk, and such bright and sparkly extravagance. The girl wishes that she can have a room just like this. If she has a dream bedroom, it will be just like this one. Or perhaps even grander. Melody is just minding her own business, turning her attention back to cleaning, when she can feel her panties growing tighter. She looks down, only to find out that the so called ‘pimple’ has grown big again. What is she going to do? Melody looks around in panic.