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The Dragons Tomb took its name from both the dragon bones embedded in the stone caverns and how deadly it was to explore.  Anyone who wanted to venture inside had to be more than a little crazy, even by the standards of adventurers.  The old bones and fresh underground waters fed the semi-draconic beasts that had grown monstrous from feeding off dragon remains.

Even for someone fascinated by dragon lore, Talia was almost sick of the look of narrow eyes, long faces, and wide maws.  She'd found miniature wyverns like overgrown bats and blind snakes that spat fire from their mouths. The most unsettling creatures had been the centipede drakes--too many long, scuttling claws to count on their winding bodies, too many eyes speckling their heads, and a tenacity that had surprised her twice already.  Killing one of them for good was difficult.

The danger was more distant now, as she crawled through small, deserted side caverns that followed the curved paths of dragon bones.  The air was quiet and still here.  The only noise that she heard was the clank and shift of her armor and the sound of her burning torch held in front of her.  The torch light lit up herself, a sturdily built woman in light iron armor, and everything within about fifteen feet of her.  Everything else faded into darkness.

A flicker of motion up ahead caught her eye.  She hunched down, raised her torch higher, and brought a hand to the handle of her mace.  She advanced slowly, ready to spring, watching where she'd seen the motion coming from.

The torchlight fell across the dragon bone, and she saw a small cluster of pale white worms, each about the size and length of a fat finger.  They quivered in the light and slid out of the way, moving into the shadows cast by Talia's torch.  She peered closer, but kept a cautious distance.  She wasn't going to stick her face into a hive of strange creatures here in the depths.

The main path turned up ahead, but Talia forged on down the narrowing corridor, to be sure that she wasn't missing anything.  Her instincts proved her right.  At the end of the tunnel sat a chest, closed but not locked.  She held her torch high, glancing around the rubble piles on either side, along the dragonbone spine that ran through the ceiling, then back down to the chest.

Holding her torch high, she pulled her mace off of her belt and curled her wrist around its handle. She swung hard.  The mace crashed down on the top of the chest.  The heavy wood splintered but didn't break and she had to heave and pull to dislodge her mace from the chest's lid.  It never hurt to make sure you weren't stumbling into a mimic.

Talia got down on one knee and flipped open the latch on the front.  Then, still carefully, she pushed open the lid and looked inside.  Besides dust and papers that were no use to someone like her, there was a silver talisman that looked unique, maybe even valuable.  She reached into the chest to grab it.

Above her, hidden by the flicker of her torch, a pale worm slid down along the point of a dragon's vertebra.  It hung there for a moment like a drop of water, before falling.  It dropped through the air and landed on Talia's head.  She brought a hand to her hair, brushing through it for a moment.  Her fingers just missed the little grub.  It edged closer to the front of her head in an inching, bulging motion, then laid its tip down against her skull and slipped its needle beneath her skin painlessly, like a mosquito bite.  She didn't suspect a thing.

Talia looked over the talisman she'd found as she retraced her steps to the junction.  It had the carved image of a dragon's head in profile on it, surrounded by words in a language she couldn't read.  It made sense that she would find some dragon-worshipper's relic here, she thought to herself.  There were some people who treated the dragons like gods, even though the dragons had been dead and buried in stone for so long.

Those people would point to things like centipede drakes or burrowing rockwyrms, sightless stone-eating beasts, as evidence that even though the dragons were dead, their power was still present in the stones.  She'd seen the sub-dragon monsters for herself now. Talia agreed that they were fearsome, but at best, these were beasts altered by the remains that had been their habitat for ages.  What sort of god would want to make creatures so vicious?  Talia remembered the way one centipede drake had twitched and shuddered while her mace was still lodged in its carapace.  She hadn't seen any more of them for hours, and she hoped not to see any more for the rest of her days.

Talia took the turn in the tunnel that she'd passed the first time.  The corridor here was more spacious, though the walls were the same rough-hewn stone punctuated by dragon bones.  The worm on her head twitched and for a moment, Talia felt dizzy, as if her feet were miles away and she was beginning to fall down into the sky.  A moment later, she caught herself, stumbled, and stood straight again.

Was she tired?  She hadn't had much rest lately, but she didn't feel comfortable stopping in one of these tunnels.  If she was tired, she wanted to find somewhere a bit less claustrophobic to sit down and rest.

Another wave of dizziness hit her.  Her vision blurred, shapes popped in front of her eyes, and she stumbled sideways into the wall.  She leaned her weight against her shoulder, letting her body regain its balance and letting her blood stop pounding so hard in her head.  She steadied herself, stood up straight again, and kept walking.  Maybe it was that she had no sense of time here in these tunnels; maybe her body was crying out for sleep.  She had to press on further before she could rest, though.

A heat trailed down along Talia's spine, rolling all the way to her hips.  Though these caves were cool, chilled by the underground rivers and ponds that had formed in the stone, for the moment she felt warm, and savored the feeling as a relief from hours and hours of being cold and slightly damp.

The warmth had settled down around her hips, and now it slowly rose up higher, seeping up further into her belly.  While the sensation was centered in her core, the heat radiated out to the rest of her body, filling her with a simultaneous sense of energy and fatigue.  She felt like she could do more now, like she wasn't as hampered by the cold, but at the same time, the warmth made her tired, like she was wrapped in a blanket.  It would be nice to just lie down and rest for a little.  But she kept pressing onward.  She didn't want to wake to a burrowing rockwyrm crushing her against the ground.

From her womb came the heat that was urging her to find rest.  Her womb was growing slowly, not filling but simply enlarging; more space, thicker walls.  The growth spread out through her reproductive system.  Her ovaries swelled larger and riper.  If she hadn't been wearing tight-fitting armor, she would have seen the bulge in her belly that was the extra muscle and space that her womb was developing.  Talia could feel the difference, in the way her greaves clung to her hips and the way her chestplate squeezed her belly with each breath she took.

No one could have accused Talia of having a womanly body before, even without her unadorned, thick armor hiding what assets she had.  But now, to make room for her engorged womb and ovaries, her hips widened.  The straps of her armor were slowly pulled tighter, the iron plates hugging the shape of her hips and sides more snugly.  Her waist wasn't slimming any; she wasn't going hourglass-shaped, she was getting simply thicker from the waist down.

The worm twitched again, and another dizzy, tired feeling washed over her.  She reached out and caught herself on the wall, bumping her hip against the stone.  She gasped at the sudden jolt, which came with the clang of iron against stone and a wet shock between her legs she hadn't expected.  If she was this sleepy, she needed to find a place to rest sooner, not later.

With one hand, she held her torch, while her other hand strayed from the handle of her mace to grope her hips.  She couldn't tell why, but massaging and kneading her hips like that relaxed her nerves and comforted her.  She switched off which hands held the torch, so that she could rub her left side as well as her right.  It was hard to feel the skin beneath all that armor, but while her pelvis slowly creaked wider and wider, it gave her more of that warm, pleasant feeling.  It was so good after so much time in the cold catacombs.

As Talia picked up the pace once again, her hips swung slowly through the air. Each step was a little broader than the last, as her hips continued their slow, widening shift.  With each step and each second of slow growth, it was gradually affecting her agility, but she wasn't aware of that.  She just knew she wanted to be out in the open before she rested.

At last, the corridor opened into a larger room, where scaffolds and railings were built up on one side, letting the underground river rush through on the other side.  While the water made it particularly humid, it wasn't cramped and the scaffolds offered some amount of cover and hiding space, and Talia knew roughly where this was in relation to the way out.

The worm, nestled comfortably beneath her hair now, twitched again.  Talia didn't stumble this time; she sagged her shoulders and yawned widely.  Definitely time to rest now.  She climbed up underneath one of the scaffolds, her back up against a wall, planks on either side of her, and hidden in the shade, so if anything came roaming by while she slept, it might not see her.

Normally, she would leave her armor on in case she needed to wake in a hurry. At the moment, her cuisses were sinking in against her thighs like they were trying to strangle her legs.  She loosened the straps on her breastplate for more breathing room, then kicked off her boots and slid off the plated iron cuisses.  She was still half-armored, but after some consideration, she pulled off her cuirass and gloves too, and set them all down next to her so she could easily dress herself if she woke in a hurry.

All she had on now were her underclothes, which after hours upon hours were finally getting a chance to breathe.  She unrolled a thin blanket from her pack and sat down on it.  Her hands moved to her knees, then down to her thighs and hips.  She rubbed along her legs slowly, trailing her nails across the warm, taut skin to soothe some of the damp itchiness from leaving her armor on for so long.  Her hips felt so...broad.  Was there something going on, she wondered?  This wouldn't be the first time she'd been hit with a curse, but she was prepared if that was the case.  She reached into her pack, rummaging around to find her healing items.

The worm wiggled.  Talia's eyelids felt heavy.  She slid down from sitting to leaning on one elbow.  Her free hand returned to rubbing her hips.  Broad, heavy, warm to the touch; she could keep stroking and rubbing all day.  Her other hand tightened around a bottle of blessed water in her pack.  Just had to drink it, and that would dispel the curse.  The worm wiggled again and Talia flopped down onto her back, yawning widely.  Her hand fell, empty, onto her stomach before it joined her other hand, kneading her thighs and stomach.  Too tired, she'd drink it later.

The worm curled tightly.  A throbbing feeling trailed down from her scalp for a moment, like tendrils tightening around her brain.  Her eyes and forehead ached.  The heat that had pooled down in her womb rekindled itself, but now it was more intense, more focused, wet and trembling.

On instinct, one of her hands slid underneath her waistband and pressed between her legs.  She made a soft grunt, a noise of surprise, and began to pull her hand back, but another throb reached down into her from the top of her head.  Her fingers traced her swollen mound, and then with one finger, she pushed open her folds.

Wait, but...she didn't want to finger herself now.

Again came the sudden pounding feeling in her head.  Now she had two fingers squeezed into her, rubbing back and forth while she squirmed for some comfortable spot to lie on her blanket.  Her knees were bent, her feet pulled in close to her body.  Her right leg was cocked to one side, spreading herself open for her fingers.

She didn't want to be this vulnerable in the middle of such a dangerous place, but her body was screaming at her to keep going in every way it knew how.  A tight throb arched up into her womb, like it was begging her to fill it with something.  Her skin ached where she pressed against the cool stone.

Her hips bucked up against her hands and her bones creaked beneath her skin.  Her body was wider, more bottom-heavy.  Her swollen belly poked forward.  Talia tried again to bring herself back down, to pull herself away.  In response, her head throbbed again and she groaned out loud.  Her own voice was the loudest noise she'd heard in hours.  It startled her, made her flinch, and her resistance slipped.  Her fingers sunk deeper between her legs.

Another throb rippled through her upper body, followed by another aching rush below her waist.  Her thighs were damp; she had never been this excited before.  Something was wrong, but she couldn't stop, and by now, she didn't want to stop.  Another hot pulse in her head made her tremble and moan again.

Her feet, hanging in the air, began to flex as if trying to hold onto something.  Her toenails gleamed and curled in the torchlight.  Tendons pushed against her skin, talons rose from her toes, and her feet elongated.  Through everything, her toes still curled, legs still trembling slightly.  She was too lost in the sensations to stop, even though her changes were terrifying her.

The worm, lodged into her scalp, was swollen thick from sipping on her blood.  It clenched lazily, making its fat body bunch up.  Talia felt as if something had just tightened around her clit from inside her own body.  She hung in the air as she was for a few moments, curled, mouth open, before the orgasm hit her.  It rushed through her, making her twist on the floor and claw at the ground with her large talons.

A pair of heavy, shuddering cracks echoed up through her bones.  Her hips had shifted into a new, wider-legged stance, reptilian in nature and pushing more space between her legs.  A thump came from behind her, sliding along the curve of her ass, caught inside of her undershorts.  A thick feeling of something soft and fleshy curled underneath her wide hips, then pushed its way up past her waistband and onto her belly.

Talia's orgasm-haze couldn't shield her from seeing the huge tail-like appendage jutting out of her and curled around her lower body.  She reached down, grasping the broad, pale, fleshy thing.  An orifice reflexively opened  and closed at the tip.  Talia gasped and pulled her hand back as renewed panic ran through her mind.  She dove into her pack for the blessed water and tipped the bottle back over her mouth.  As she drank, the worm tensed up.  She felt the throb from the edge of her folds all the way up into her enlarged womb.  She forced herself to stay standing, to keep her hands steady, and to start putting on her armor.  Break the curse, get out of the caves, get to safety, she told herself.

Only the cuirass and gloves would fit--and the former only after loosening the chestplate to account for her belly.  Her widened stance made standing odd, like it was trying to make her lean forward.  Her shorts squeezed everything up too tightly, so she had to take them off, letting her thick, orifice-tipped tail-thing dangle down to the level of her knees.  She strapped her belt higher up her waist, settled her mace onto her hip, and slung her pack onto her back.  She didn't bother packing up her blanket or extra armor; she needed to leave, now.

Even just walking was a challenge, requiring her to use broad swing of her hips to take each step.  Her reptilian gait made for slow movement, but as she strode across the open chamber, she seemed to get more used to the motions.

The worm squeezed its body tight, secreting a thick packet of fluids down into her bodywhere its parasitic tendrils delivered it all the way down to her engorged ovaries.

"Unngh!" Talia grunted unexpectedly.  She was climbing up the scaffolding to the exit, and a sudden thump-jerk from deep inside her gut nearly made her topple over the side.  She clung to the rock wall for balance.  Something felt as if it was moving inside of her belly.  She pressed onward, groping her way along the wall until she trusted her balance again.

The longer she waited, the more the shifting feeling inside of her grew.  She was feeling heavier, fuller, like she was off-balance and going to fall forward at any minute.  Her chestplate was squeezing her stomach tightly.  A minute later, the snugness was almost painful.  She groped at the straps until she could pull her breastplate free.  The iron clattered to the ground and her taut belly sagged out.  She stooped  forward, pulled by the weight inside of her.  She reached down to feel her stomach and could trace two thick, oblong shapes with the edges of her fingers.

She couldn't be pregnant, and she didn't want to be pregnant.  The worm twisted and she shuddered and her pussy leaked slightly.  She wanted to be pregnant?   That didn't make sense.  It felt like there was a vice around her head, trying to keep her from thinking things it didn't want.  She couldn't tell what things, but they were just out of reach, behind the urge to fill her pussy and fill her womb.  A tight, rumbling feeling welled up inside of her as her belly swelled forward again.  Getting fuller felt so good that it was hard to think, but she remembered clearly enough that she wanted to get out.

Talia entered the tight hewn corridors again, trying her best to trace her path back upward through the tunnels.  She tried to keep one hand on the wall, to prop herself up, while holding her torch in the other.  As her womb swelled thicker and heavier with eggs, the worm squirmed again.  She wanted to be pregnant, her own brain told her, and she knew it shouldn't make sense, but the feeling of her womb being properly used and filled was just so appealing.  She couldn't think it was anything but appealing, no matter how hard she tried or how firmly she told herself she hated it.

Talia's mouth hung open, gasping breaths of air, and giving her growing teeth space to sharpen.  The worm twisted again, and a small splash of her juices joined the damp stone beneath her, and a long, pale, pointed tongue tumbled from her mouth.

Patches of her skin along her hips and back had hardened into pale scales, like the hide of a creature that lived in dark tunnels.  Her hands were growing clawed and padded, still dexterous but suited for moving on all fours if she needed to.  She slurped her tongue back behind her fangs, groped further along the cavern, and dragged her claws through her hair.  She felt the squishy lump rooted into the middle of her scalp.  What was this?  She gripped it and pulled hard.

A jolt of pain shot down into her skull and flickered all the way down her body, like she was trying to pull out a weed that had taken root inside of her.  She heard a faint screech through her skull, and then her entire vision filled with flashes of intense color.  Her altered feet slipped out from under her and she landed hard on her side.  Her legs splayed wide and juices splashed from her folds, trickling down her legs and onto the floor.  Her eyes rolled back in her head.  One orgasm as punishment for trying to pull it out.  Then a second--more colors, more aching, clawing at the floor, her tongue lolling from her mouth.  Then a third, after which she laid limp on the ground, eyes crossed and breathing shallow.

As Talia came to senses, she looked down at her disproportionately large lower body and her heavily swollen, scaled belly.  Her womb had only kept filling with eggs, and now she looked horribly bloated, though as she righted herself onto her legs, she found that her stomach would clear the floor--if only just barely.  Don't touch the worm, a voice in her head said.  She wasn't sure whether it was her own thought or something else's.

Standing took too much effort with such a heavy belly.  She put her hands on the ground and began to walk on all fours.  The S-like reptilian gait, raising one hand and the opposite foot at a time, twisting her spine one way, then the other, came surprisingly easy.  The only part that was difficult was working with the thick appendage dangling down from her spine, bumping back and forth against her calves as she walked.

Talia didn't have far to go.  She would be out of the caverns soon.  She slowed as she entered another wide area, with a large pool of water fed by one of the underground streams.  She stooped down over the edge, grabbing handfuls of water and lifting them to her lips.  When the ripples in the pool had settled, she looked down at her reflection.  There was the dragon-like snout staring up at her through the water, and there was the reflection of the worm attached to her scalp still.

A growl rose deep in her chest as she pulled back from the water's edge.  She was going to get it this time.  She reached up with both hands and grabbed.  Talia jerked her head back as she pulled at the worm with all her might.

Her body suddenly seized and shuddered.  Every muscle from her waist down to the tip of her tail-like appendage clenched.  Her large legs cranked her ass high in the air and everything in her told her she had to push, now.  She tried to keep a grip on the worm, but the urge was too much.  She gripped the the rock beneath her and screeched in pain.  It felt as if bones were being pushed aside, forced open.  She could feel a huge mass, an egg, traveling down her birth canal.  She expected it to reach her pussy any minute, but instead, that thick, tight mass passed through her hips and pushed out behind her.  The tail-like appendage swelled and curled as the egg entered it.  The orifice at its tip stretched and flexed.  It wasn't a tail, it was for laying eggs.

Only seconds after the first egg had slid into her ovipositor, the next egg began to move.  This time, the pain was duller, but she still had to push hard, to dig her clawed fingers into the stone and tighten all the way down her back.  With each clench, the tightness pushed further down her body, until it popped free and slid into her egg sac.  She took a deep, desperate breath.

The third egg was already moving.  And yet this time, it only needed a modest push to keep it moving, a bit of strain but no crushing pressure.  Her thighs tensed when the third egg passed into her ovipositor, and her pussy leaked a few drops of her fluids onto the stone floor.

An intense dryness was filling Talia's mouth.  Each new egg swelled out her ovipositor, filling it with eggs ready to be laid, but with each egg that left her womb, her stomach wasn't shrinking.  They were moving as fast as her body could produce more eggs to keep her filled.

Talia dragged herself toward the pool.  Her ovipositor was large enough that it dragged on the ground now.  She winced at the feeling of stone against tender flesh, but her thirst was too strong.  Her swinging hips dragged her ovipositor behind her, step by step as she crawled to the water.  Its size and weight was so great that she felt...so motherly.  The worm throbbed and her head throbbed.  No, she didn't feel so amazingly fertile.  Just look at how big her egg sac was.  Wasn't that wonderf--no!  She tipped her lips down into the water and drank.  The cool water couldn't soothe her aching body.

The worm was taller, stiffer, larger.  Its voice in her head was clearer now, though it didn't so much speak as fill her with an urge: LAY EGGS.

Talia's eyelids fluttered.  No, she didn't want to.  She wouldn't.  Her ovipositor reached back beyond her ankles now, thick and puffy, bulging with each new egg.  Her folds were swollen, tender and aching; each egg came with a burst of delight she couldn't hold back.  LAY EGGS, the worm urged again.  Talia's talons quivered and a ripple ran through her ovipositor.  The orifice at its tip began to stretch.

Her breath caught in her lungs.  Her cheeks felt red, so she gulped down more water, but it still couldn't cool the heat spreading back through her from the dilating tip of her ovipositor.  She held herself up with one hand and reached around her belly with the other, squeezing the broad side of her claws around her swollen, overgrown clit.

Her ovipositor gaped open wide.  With a gush of sticky fluids, a fleshy egg pushed free.  Between the force of that sudden burst and the vice grip the worm had on her mind, it was like setting off a firebomb inside someone's helmet.  Her thoughts scattered in every direction and the worm urged, LAY  EGGS, and it was the only thing to hold onto.  Her ovipositor was nearly as long as the rest of her body combined now.  It was filling with the eggs her womb was readily incubating.  She rubbed her claws over her tender pussy as her orgasm subsided.  See?  It was good to be swollen and fertile.  Her ovipositor tensed as she cringed.  She was losing her grip.

Talia tugged her head away from the water and began to crawl toward the corridor that led out of the Dragons' Tomb.  She'd made it four steps by the time the next egg was ready to come.  She licked her lips and groped for her groin again.  Each egg alone was easily the size of her head, especially given her oddly disproportionate body--half again as big as human near the top, but widening and broadening into a huge draconic backside, and then swelling up behind that with her growing ovipositor.

Talia pushed hard, harder than she needed to.  The egg squeezed free with a rush of fluids, and her pussy spasmed its own juices into her hand.  A bestial grunt left her mouth.  Another firebomb right to the brain, LAY EGGS rumbling around in her head.  She didn't wait for the next egg to come this time.  Talia was already trying to squeeze, trying to urge her bloating ovipositor--starting to surpass her in size--to move faster.

The worm had split at the tip, forked but still connected at the base.  Each side curled and came to a sharp point, tapering up to a thick base rooted just behind her forehead.  The worm's segments remained as its skin grew hardened and keratinous, forming an antenna-like pair of horns on her head.  The outcroppings of scales that had sprouted up had merged into broad plates, covering her joints, a blend of draconic and insect forms.

Talia's intense concentration rewarded her with a pair of eggs squeezed out at the same time, pleasantly stretching the orifice of her ovipositor, and bringing her to a heady double-orgasm.  Her vision was swimming, her head was pounding, and the gap between her and the worm was growing smaller with each egg.  Each new egg slid out easily.  She built up to a faster and faster pace.  It felt like she was made for this, and each orgasm that came to her reassured her that she was.

LAY EGGS, she urged herself.  She crammed her claws against her swollen pussy and hissed out, "Yessss," as a new egg squeezed its way through her ovipositor's tip.  Then it would be time for the next one, and the next one, and the next one, and the new hive drake couldn't think very far beyond that with all that pleasure, but she knew she could trust her urges.

Thyre propped her sword against her shoulder and raised her torch high.  Her steps were slow and careful as she climbed down the passage into the Dragon's Tomb.  She passed under the shadow of a dragon skull five yards wide and stood at a short ledge to cast her light into the room below. She could see the shimmer of a broad pool of water on one side, and small rocks were strewn in piles across the floor...

...Those weren't rocks.  They were pale, vein-flecked, fleshy eggs.  As Thyre stood there, staring, some of them began to move and quiver.  Echoing from somewhere deep in the caverns, a low groan rose up around her.  The sound was deep and rattling the way no human voice could be, but Thyre couldn't deny that it sounded like a voice, not a purely bestial thing.

Thyre stood still for a minute, then turned to leave.  Or she would have turned, but her boots stayed rooted to the floor.  She jerked her hips, but some thick, sticky substance that coated the floor had gripped the bottoms of her boots and refused to let go.

With a desperate tug, she pulled her feet free from the boots.  The damp, sticky feeling of the floor made her shudder.  Another groan came from somewhere.  Thyre didn't want to wait around and find out what made that noise.

The sticky slime clung to her as she climbed back through the caves, trying to keep moving so she wouldn't get stuck herself.  She hurried forward as fast as she could, until her way was blocked by some huge, slowly pulsing, fleshy thing that was wide enough to seal off the entire passageway.  She paused, getting ready to turn around when an orifice on the tip opened up and gushed out more sticky slime.

Thyre fell back to the floor, grunting sharply as her shoulders hit stone.  She cracked her eyes open just wide enough to see a cluster of eggs tumbling out of the orifice, rolling down to rest on the sticky slime.  She jerked her arms, tried to move her legs, tried to pull any part of her off of the ground--but no, she was stuck.  The huge ovipositor was slowly sliding away.

Thyre felt something small drop onto her forehead.  She wiggled and shook her head, but the little worm was already inching toward her scalp.