The old mansion towered up into the night sky above her as she made her way towards the old, wooden gate. Her long dark dress slithered over the ancient causeway without making any sound. The only thing she could hear was her own steady heartbeat and the distant fluttering of bats. The moon was full, and she could see her reflection in one of the great windows.

The sight of her reflection made her smile, something she seldom did. She was satisfied with herself, her long, her straight black hair framing her pure white face. Her hair hung down over her shoulders allowing the moonlight revealed an ample cleavage and more white skin... It made her feel whole, and this place felt more like home than anywhere else on earth. The fact that she had never trod this ground before didn't seem to matter.

She pulled open one of the ancient doors, and went inside.

The sight of a great hall greeted her, with a large stairway leading up to the first floor. Through the windows the moonlight shone in, bathing her and the hall with a silvery light and made her skin come alive with a soft glow. It was welcoming her home, she thought. Her brown eyes scanned the richly ornamented room, then almost in a trance, she started up the big stairway. Her stairway, she though, while she affectionately stroked the finely engraved railing.

Through a door she went, and walked slowly down a long corridor while she amused herself looking in her reflection in the many mirrors she passed, still embraced by her lifelong companion, the moon. She teased herself by stroking her fingers down her body, rounding her hips and further down her long well shaped legs. Her beautiful red lips opened in a false moan as she pleasured herself that way. Her teeth, white as polished marble, revealed a knowing smile. Her second smile in as many months. This place felt more right the more time she spent here.

Her stroll stopped to a halt before a solid door at the end of the corridor. She gave the handle a light pull, and the door opened slowly, revealing a great bedroom. This had to be where the owner of the house once slept, she thought. Her third smile came when she realized the room belonged to her now.

Idly, she walked to the beautiful, broad bed. Amazed by the fact that nothing had fallen victim to decades of disrepair, she pulled down the blanket that covered the window, letting her friend illuminate her bedroom in all its glory.

She turned, looking puzzled at the closed door. She could not recall closing it. Then, suddenly, she felt something beautifully soft and warm touch her lips, almost as if the were air that had reached out and kissed her.

She took a startled step backwards toward the bed, while running her fingers over her tingling lips. A pair of unseen hands suddenly touched her, running down the sides of her body. Almost like her dress wasn't there. She wrapped her hands around herself as if trying to shield her body. But she could not avoid taking another step backwards, her thighs touching the bed.

Trapped. Unable to move any further away from the phantom, she fell onto the bed. The air gave her a warm kiss on her neck, while the unseen hands supported her fall. She turned around and tried to crawl away, but something embraced her and gently turned her over, and ever so gently bringing her down onto her knees, face to face with nothing.

The air seemed embrace her again, and she felt a kiss that tickled down her spine and made her shake from terror... and something else, she could not decide. When she tried to push against her unseen assailant, she lost her balance and fell backwards upon the pillows, her black hair spreading out around her head like a shiny black aura.

Defeated, she laid on the bed trembling, with feelings she had never felt before. Terror and a strange anticipation caused her first tears to slowly stream down her delicate features. Then she felt a weight pin her down, and an unseen finger stroked away her tears.

She tried to move again, but the unseen weight was still on top of her, kissing her, biting her. She kicked at the air, vainly trying to hit something, anything, but she could only feel the air solidify and spread her legs apart.

She gasped as she felt something bite her left nipple causing it to stiffen against her will. She yelped as the air moved to the right, giving her other nipple the same treatment. Looking down at her body she could see both nipples pressing against the fabric of her dress, standing impossibly erect upon her firm breasts.

Her arms where pinned. She was lying unmoving on the bed. From a distance it made her seem relaxed, although she writhed a little, as from pleasure. But up close, her eyes where wide with fear and her lips strained to make noise. But she could only pant from her exertion. Then suddenly she arched her slim body, trying to shake herself loose in one wild final attempt.

But the air just continued to gently stroke her beautiful hair, as if soothing her. Then she felt the kiss again, extinguishing the last of her frail strength and set her body tingling. The kiss went on, and on, her lips pressed against something solid an at the same time soft, impossible sweet air filled her lungs as she breathed it in.

She could not stop herself writhing on the sheets, now from pleasure. Her body responded no longer to her own will, but only to the gentle play from the air all around her.

The unseen hands moved to massage her neck, then downward to her breasts, and then her belly. She could feel them stroking her loins as she futilely tried to voice a protest. But all she could hear escape her lips, was a weak yet inviting moan of pleasure. Genuine pleasure. She was lost...

She felt her legs being spread wider, making room for something she could not see, but her belly fluttered in anticipation. Another kiss came, and this time she responded.

She jumped and yelped as she felt something pushing against her crotch. She was no virgin, yet in an instant she could feel the air push against a barrier inside her, almost like this time was her first. Then she felt a flick of pain as the mysterious barrier broke and she arched her back as her unseen lover entered her.

She vaguely noticed that something suckled at her breasts making them expand and fill her bodice to the limit. Her nipples stiffened even more as the solid air in her crotch started moving. First like a gentle breeze, then adding speed as she threw her head back and forth gasping from the treatment she was receiving.

She felt the tingling growing, amassing as her muscles tensed. The air thrust one last time and held itself deep inside and she entered a hurricane of pleasure as the immense tension exploded inside her> In her extreme pleasure she squirmed wildly on the bed. Then she felt herself being filled by a warm liquid, but it must have been air...

She finally stopped thrashing and gasping for breath. Finally she sat up against her pillows and studied herself. Her dress was whole, still absorbing the soft moonlight, bur her bodice felt a little too tight though. She loosed it a little, and registered that her nipples were still erect. It even felt like the tingling in her breasts had intensified.

Puzzled, she tried to rise, but an unexpected tightness in her stomach caused her to drop back on the pillows and she clutched her abdomen. She saw dark spots form on her dress and felt her breasts throb with her heartbeat, pounding on their prison.

She loosed her bodice a little more, and discovered that her breasts felt so swollen because they were filling with rich, warm milk, the same milk that now dripped from her nipples. She could almost feel her hips expanding a little as with her own eyes saw her lithe form becoming more rounded, straining against the seems of her dress.

Her hands quickly moved from her breasts to her stomach as she saw for the first time her once flat belly becoming slightly curved. In the moonlight the lace of her bodice started to come a part and the two mounds of flesh slowly came into view, puffed up by the pressure inside them. She had to massage her breasts as they swelled, continuing to strain the seams of her bodice. They were perfectly spherical and the milk now dribbled, soaking her clothing.

A tight sensation brought her eyes back to her belly, now more than just curved. She felt the fabric of her dress go taunt around her abdomen. As it grew outwards, filling her with a ever-building pressure, she looked like she had swallowed one of her pillows, and was eating away on another.

As the seams of her dress finally gave away, and her white, distended navel shone through it in the moonlight, the first sense of movement inside her womb finally made her realize what was happening. The now football sized bump in her belly could only be one thing - the result of life growing inside her.

Her breast had grown large enough to allow her to taste her own milk, and she drank deeply, relishing the feeling of relieved strain in her pressurized mounds. She pressed her hands on either side of her growing belly, urging the life to sprout faster in her fertile womb. She gasped anew for air as her belly pushed though her dress tearing the material, making the dress useless. A ripping sound came to her ears as the bodice finally gave away, and milk started to flow down her cleavage.

She looked as if a large beach ball was inflating inside her. Her belly became more and more spherical, like her breasts. She could only spread her legs as her womb swelled into every crevice of her body and started outwards.

She gritted her teeth as her skin grew taunt over her belly, but instead of pain, she felt a strange erotic pleasure. She arched her back as her breasts reached their limit, but the flow of milk only increased, the skin of her bosom made stretching noises that resonated into her now fully beach ball sized, and still growing belly.

Her 'young' moved inside her, and she stroked her straining, white skin, comforting it as she reached her limit, groaning, inevitably filling with impossible growth. She felt the hurricane coming closer, filling her once more with endless waves of ecstasy. And she gave birth.

After moments of lightning flashes and waves that crashed inside her head, she was left panting, finally to straightened herself in the bed as her sons flowed out of her room, closing the door after them.

She was exhausted, but she rarely needed sleep anymore. Out of the habit, she tried to swing her bare feet out of the bed and sit up, but as always, unseen hands embraced her from behind, something kissed her neck tenderly, pushing her back down onto the mattress. A part of her wanted to shriek in terror, but most of her just moaned loudly as she lay back down and spread her legs, already sensing the too familiar feeling of growth in her round breasts, and the warm liquid air filling her crotch once again...

The End