.:Naughty.Tales.Jasmine.2:.

Wow, now how long have people been waiting for this?

Don't worry her clothes won't stay on for much longer. Cuz as much as I love her design I hate drawing all of that jewelery! I already have the picture for the next chapter done I just gotta work on writing the story for it....

Otherwise enjoy what's there!
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Jasmine was startled to hear the air fill with a dangerous rumbling sound. She got up from her bejeweled vanity's chair to investigate. As she wondered around her private quarters the rumbling grew louder. Unconsciously, the princess brought the old black lamp close to her. She held it tightly against her chest as she turned fearful of the terrible rumbling noise.

As Jasmine held on tighter to the lamp, she was not only hearing the air rumble but she was beginning to feel it too. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the lamp tighter than before.

Suddenly, Jasmine noticed that something was making her whole body shake violently. Particularly her torso. Jasmine looked down to see the black oil lamp bouncing and shaking within her grip. Even the lamp's lid was dancing about from the tremors. Jasmine screamed aloud. She pushed the lamp away from her, sending it flying back towards her vanity. Where the lamp ricocheted off the mirror, the table, then the chair, and onto the floor where it rolled for quite a ways, where it finally went limp. Jasmine was horrified to see the lamp roll itself back upright after having gone still. She was even more horror struck as a dark smoke began to billow out of the lamp's little spout.

The smoke was pitch black and gave off an eerie blue and purple color. Within the smoke there were silver sparks firing off like the fire crackers of the Orients'. Jasmine watched as the smoke continues to puff itself out of the little black lamp. The strange smoke gathered and swarmed up in the air above the lamp. The smoke began to circle through the air, forming a spiral where all of the silver sparks gathered into a column of light. And from that column of light a whole new form began to appear.

The form however wasn't illuminated by the light; instead it was as dark as the material of the little lamp. Next the mysterious form was lowered down onto the floor by the smoke. The smoke then began to dissipate from the room and back into the lamp.

All that was left was the mysterious figure who was now illuminated by the room's natural lighting. Jasmine was shocked. She found herself staring at young woman, dark skinned woman of incredible height. This woman, whose skin was darker than the fertile soil of the palace gardens, had equally dark colored piercing eyes, black silken hair, and strongly built round chin and nose. But what stood out the most to Jasmine was the woman's chest. Her bosom looked just like a pair of melons clad in skin and black glossy fabric. The woman's harem styled pants appeared to be made of the exact same fabric. While the open-front jacket she wore was composed of a very similar dark blue fabric.

Jasmine could only watch on, dumbstruck, as the woman moved forward. In a single graceful moment, the woman bent down and scooped up the little lamp with a single movement. She then turned to Jasmine and asked,

"Who are you?" Jasmine stammered. She was tripping over her own words. She hadn't ever expected a young looking woman to have such a deep voice with a mighty timbre. "It's not a difficult question, child. Now answer me, who are you?"

Jasmine continued to stumble on her words. The tall, dark woman merely scoffed at this. Enraged by the woman's callousness, Jasmine hotly retorted,

"I am Jasmine! Daughter to the Great Sultan and Princess of all Arabia!!! And I will not tolerate-"

"YOU will not tolerate?" The woman interrupted her. "You will not tolerate-pah! The truly intolerable one is you! You toss my home aside like garbage and scream your lungs out like any other fool."

"Your home?" Jasmine repeated.

"Yes. MY home. This lamp here is my home." The woman said proudly as she held out the black lamp for Jasmine to see.

"The-then you're a,"

"Not as dumb as you appear I see. Yes I am the Genie of this here lamp; the Treasure of my Nation, the Cursed Jewel, Ran-Hana."

"Dumb? How dare you call me dumb?! My father-"

"Your father, the Great Sultan, attacked my country without provocation. And all for the antiquated excuse of expanding his kingdom's territory. Do not expect me to have any respect for you or your insufferable father."

"My father is a kind and wonderful man, who would never attack any people without provocation!"

"And who told you that? Was it your charming father?" The woman, Ran-Hana, sneered at the young Jasmine.

It was true that Jasmine knew so little of the world beyond the Palace walls. But it didn't mean that her father would ever lie to her. He wouldn't. Especially not when the two were the only family they had. Unlike the previous Sultans, her father never cared much for the concubines and only ever married one woman, her mother. Her father was a good and forthright man. He would never do anything so despicable.

Jasmine held her tears back as she began to choke on her own sobs. There was no way she could believe a person who wasn't even human. She raised her head again and looked to the woman with an awful glare in her eyes.

"My, my. You are quite loyal to your father aren't you? Such a loving daughter. I should best leave you alone now, before I make you cry again." Ran-Hana smiled devilishly at the young princess. She was unfairly turning her hatred for the Sultan towards his daughter. Jasmine knew it and she couldn't stand it.

"Y-you, you may have good reason for hating my father, but do not mock the love between us!" Jasmine was now shaking with rage.

"Hah! What kind of a father, and a Sultan no less, would dress his daughter in the clothes of a common whore?" Ran-Hana wasn't about to quit. If the young Arab princess had fight left in her, then she would gladly indulge the young princess' need to fight.

"What?!"

"You wear transparent robes and your entire body is adorned with more make-up and jewelry than you weigh. What kind of pride is that for a father?"

Infuriated, Jasmine roared at Ran-Hana, "You damned witch-you dark devil woman, leave these palace walls! NOW!!"

"Such pride you keep in your father and his kingdom. But let us see just how long your pride will last for you." Ran-Hana raised a hand over the black lamp that she continued to hold. She made circling motions with her free hand causing the smoke from earlier to return. And this time the smoke turned its site on Princess Jasmine.

The smoked darted towards the young princess and quickly engulfed her body. She tried to fight against the smoke by swatting at it with her arms. Despite her best attempts, the smoked bound her body and blinded her eyes. All of the silver sparks attacked her body through a great barrage.

Jasmine felt her body grow and stretch out in all directions, except for her waist which grew tight and shrank around her insides. Her limbs lengthened. And Jasmine could even feel her hair thicken out and grow heavy.

Soon the smoke gradually fades away leaving Jasmine with an astonishing site: Jasmine screamed as she watched her chest heave itself forwards. Slowly, the flesh swelled, pushing the fabric of her top further and further away from her torso. Her breasts were steadily rising like bread dough in a hot oven.

Jasmine’s growing body quickly became too big for her clothes. Her many necklaces were starting so choke her and her golden bracers became like iron cuffs around her wrists. The crimson vest she wore slid down her lengthening shoulders and had gotten stuck at just above her elbows. There her thickening arms had grown too big for the vests’ arm holes. The baggy harem pants she wore were now snug against her widened hips. She could feel the fabric stretch and smooth itself out against her skin.

And of course, Jasmine’s expanding breasts were quickly becoming too much for her top to handle. Unfortunately for the young princess, the clothes’ entire elaborate metal framework was acting as bracers. Effectively keeping her shirt in tact. Jasmine wheezed as her expanding flesh continued to pour out of the top’s every opening. Her shirt was painfully tight and only growing tighter. She could hear the metal creak and whine as her breasts bent the metal out of shape. But it still wouldn’t budge. It was beginning to seem like her top was determined to suffocate poor young Jasmine.

“Well, well. Just look at you now. I bet your father would be so proud of you now.” Ran-Hana smirked. Jasmine shot her a dirty look. “Now, now, young one. Such a dirty look isn’t fit for such a beautiful princess.”

“Witch,” Jasmine hissed. She gritted her teeth. Her breasts were still growing and still in pain. She was loosing out to her own clothes. Her body had grown so much that all of her clothes were now literally clothe confines. Her arms were trapped at her sides, wrists and legs bound, her chest was being suffocated, and her tiara was cutting into her forehead. She was entirely at this woman’s mercy and Jasmine was fairly certain that she had known in her.

“As brave as ever I see enough bravery to make any father proud.” Ran-Hana wrinkled her nose. Jasmine’s eyes were still as determined and defiant as before. She was certain that the spell would’ve been enough to break the girl. And yet the princess continued to stand, or at try to. Clearly Ran-Hana was going to have to step up her game if she wanted to break the princess. “I feel that I should tell you, Princess, that the spell I’ve casted will end soon.”

“Huh?” Jasmine was more than a little surprised. She expected to keep growing until she exploded. After all, why would this devil-woman end her torture so soon?

“Don’t misunderstand me, Princess; it’s not that I want to cease our fun time. It’s just that that’s all the pride you have.” Ran-Hana feigned her shock when she saw Jasmine’s bewildered look. “What? Didn’t I tell you? Oh, how careless of me. Why, that’s merely the form that your precious, over-indulged pride takes.”

“Wa-wait, this, this is my pride? This is ME?!” For the first time since she met Ran-Hana, Jasmine’s knees began to shake. Ran-Hana sneered at this.

“Of course this is YOUR pride, Princess. The young and beautiful flower of Agrabah would only ever care about her looks. And so your body bloated with your derelict pride.”

Jasmine was beginning to turn pale. It was true that her body had finally stopped growing but she never noticed. No, she was concentrating on what Ran-Hana had just told her. The woman’s words had always pained her but now, these were piercing the young princess like daggers. Was this bloated, swollen form really based on her pride? Was this the true her?

Ran-Hana was feeling more than a little smug. She made her stride across the marble floor and kneeled down in front of the Princess. Next the tall woman leaned in close and whispered to the princess, “If you yield to me, then I’ll undo everything. I’ll change your body back to normal and return back to my country. It’ll be like I was never here.” She then waited patiently for the Princess’ reply. Ran-Hana was more than satisfied by breaking the daughter of the man that ruined her country. She may not have had the power to seek the Sultan outright, but by returning to her true home, Ran-Hana could easily find a distraught citizen who would wish it from her.

Finally, the Princess’ answer came:

“N-no,” Jasmine said through her gritting teeth.

“What?” Ran-Hana barely heard her.

“I said NO!” Jasmine roared. Ran-Hana was actually taken back.

“Wh-why? Are you actually enjoying your voluptuous new figure?”

“Of course not. I hate this accursed spell and what you’ve done to me. And I hate you even more! I would never believe that this is the form my pride would take.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” Ran-Hana’s brow twitched. Her face grew hot and twisted as her anger rose.

“How could I ever believe the word of a Djinn?” Even fallen and on her knees, Princess Jasmine was proving to be more stubborn than all of the people in her kingdom combined. Ran-Hana began to step back from the Princess.

“Defiant until the very end I see.” Ran-Hana’s eyes became dark and narrow. Her pride as a Genie of Saphirra meant that she never lied. A Djinn’s every breath was a lie but not Ran-Hana’s. She was made to tell the truth, even if people didn’t always like hearing it. And today was certainly one of those days. “Your persistence is certainly a trait you inherited from your father-ah, yes. The great Sultan.” Ran-Hana paused. She clapped her hands together as a languid smile formed across her dark face. “Why don’t we see just what your loving father thinks of you?”

Jasmine gasped as she watched dark smoke form around Ran-Hana’s raised arm. It whirled around her arm like a miniaturized dust devil. It swirled and swirled until the woman pointed her hand towards Jasmine. Then the smoke shot out away from the woman, forming a dangerous column it collided against Jasmine’s swollen bosom. The young Princess screamed aloud. Ran-Hana just smiled as the smoked encased the princess once again.