Blackboobs Begins
Chapter Three: The Storm Before The Calm

Mary sails off into the sea avoiding the relentless pursuit of the authorities, and feeling nothing short of paranoid she is escaping everything her life has built based on some strange being's wishing to see her. Considering what she has done to Rolf there was no other choice for her but to run, that and the stories of what the prisons on Antigua do to women is more than enough to get away from the police. Deep in the cabins, Mary contemplates what she has done, and looks back at her life wondering of the figure says is justified. Many years ago when she was a kitten, Mary did lived a happy and normal life until one night when her parents were heading out for an emergency. That was the last time she ever saw them alive. The authorities wanted to send her to an orphanage but where intercepted by her father's brother. Unknowingly that they ever thought he had an uncle decided to take Mary in.

Any remnants of her childhood ended when her supposed "uncle" taken her under his care. He was a cruel and mean bastard who has treated her even less than human even beaten her over mundane things like spilled soup or not doing a chore right. When reaching the age of fourteen she has had enough and decided to run away from home. Didn't take long to start a life on her own among some vagrants who treated Mary better than her own uncle ever will but still the harshness and cruelty still wears on her just festering until she often snaps and picks fights with others which gets her into more trouble. Mary needed to control her rage and anger at other people and cope that her past is far behind her. This sadly leads to a life of being pushed around by others leading up to the present by that harlot lioness and that fat rat bastard of a boss. Mary remembers back at talking with Darquebane saying that she should just stop lying to herself. All those times she was angry and vengeful because she wanted to not because it was invoked by anyone. This was all her and she loved every minute of it.

She couldn't lie to herself any further, she really did enjoyed throwing that fat bastard through the window for all that he did to him. She loved picking fights, and loved feeling the rush of strength coming through her when it comes. Darquebane is right, she loved it and wishes for more but hopes that it isn't a trap. Then like bandit strike, a freak storm approaches and batters the ship. Mary wanted to see what a was going on but a crew member drags her down to the gallows telling her to stay out of it only moments before getting slammed and crushed to death by a unsecured box of heavy cargo. Mary can only hold on as the waves and bolts batter the ship until the vessel succumbs to the storm. Meanwhile off in the distance, the embodied spirit of the ruthless pirate queen Darquebane veers into a dark cauldron powered by the souls she claimed in the past. In the simmering pool she can see the storm destroying the vessel that Mary is in and all she did is smile for this is part of her long, well-developed plan.

With a wave of her hand at the large pool, the waters boil and bulge and out from a hard explosion arose a massive draconian beast. Long-necked, humanoid in appearance, built for the sea and muscular beyond those an Olympian god. In fact, it used to be a god of  the sea known as Leviathan until he encountered Darquebane. It was no longer a contest when god becomes servant to someone who is a hundredth your size. Darquebane ordered the great beast to retrieve Mary and bring her to shore. Leviathan wasted no time to obey and submerges quickly into the water. Swimming faster than a submarine on full power with its powerful tail, the great sea dragon does not let even the mightiest waves disrupt its path to retrieve it's prize. Approaching the damage site of the vessel while the storm still brews strong searching for Mary. Other passengers and crew members were still around only to met with drowning or to be consumed by the beast for interfering in his search for Mary. Then out of the blue, Mary is spotted and captured in the massive hands of the former sea god and like a thief in the night, both the frail pantheress and the god disappeared beneath the waves leaving only a few survivors for the storm to deal with.

The sun rises over the rocks and shorelines of this strange and borderline alien beach. Mary wakes up slowly and coughs up water from her nearly drowning in the violent seas and gets up to check everything around her. She could hardly remember anything between the ship falling apart and struggling to keep her head above water but she couldn't help to imagine that two, giant blue hands were reaching out to her. But it couldn't explain why she was here, of course there was no such thing as a monster out in the ocean, or is there? Walking up the shore for any signs of life, she can hear the faint, siren-styled calls for her name. Mary was cautious at this point and maybe the shocks from the storm are messing with her head. But they won't stop until she comes to the source of the calls. Walking down the beach, she can easily see a massive opening to a cave in the shape of a massive dragon's mouth bigger than anything she has seen in her life.

The voices grew louder and more defined to call out for her name, Mary didn't have much choice in the matter if she wanted the calls the stop and through the jagged rocks and steep pools, Mary makes her way into the scary looking cave. Deeper in, Mary can see aging parts of an elaborate network of tunnels and passageways that where ahead of her own time and made fitting for someone who wanted to hide something really important. Through the main doorways in the end of the cave she slowly places her hand on the main lock and quickly steps back as the entire hideout springs to life. Flames bursts from dead, wooden torches, light filled the spaces that were pitch black. Mary is trying to take it all in and turning around to see that this place was close to something familiar something that years ago was told that many but is lost on her.

That is until a voice filled her mind that is easily recognized and Mary called out its name; Darquebane. She called back in a calming tone and Mary turned around. This is not the shadowy figure that Mary saw in her dreams, this was towering beast of a woman! Massive breasts shadow over the small panther, muscles bulging to busting with strength and power her own clothes barely containing all that overgrown sinew. Veins throbbing underneath the tightest parts of her are clearly visible and for a lioness, the pelt on her fists and face are as black as the night. Yet under all that, the great black lioness's expected booming voice came out as a gentile, nearly motherly tone. Mary wanted to cower away in the presence of this fusion of female and brute but she can't and didn't want to. Mary in a coy tone called out her name in question, Darquebane and she responded well that she is the one and only.

The timid but near-vigilant Mary sees the woman for who this whole time appeared in her dreams as the shadow with red eyes, the one who convinced her that she had hatred and rage in her since she began to comprehend the world around her and how it's time for her to take hold of what the figure is about to offer Mary: Her power. Mary is confused at what she is asking, her power? Darquebane nods slowly. She explains in her own tone that she was trapped in this cave by a cruel and evil spirit and she can't ever leave this cave. For years she has been trying to find a way to contact someone through her own spirit but every time she does it only weakens her. Mary was suspicious in this and wonders why would someone reach out to her when anyone with a good spirit could do the same. Darquebane's answer was quick and easy: She needed someone who has that "fire" in her, she knows that her power only works on those who have the highest emotional tie.

In her own words, rage can be her power and Darquebane's power is too strong to be given to someone who can't handle it. Mary is just the right person who can handle her power, she will make her the most powerful woman the world has ever seen much like Darquebane was. She can take anything she wants and no one out there will be there to stop her. Mary begins to have her doubts feeling it is too good to be true. Darquebane confirms that it's truer than she can ever imagine. Mary asks what is it in return for what she is about to receive. Darquebane only responded with vengeance, she can have all the power and freedom that she will give her only if she can do one simple task and that is only to destroy the distant relative of the one who destroyed her many centuries ago. That way her spirit can finally be free from this prison cave. That is why she needs her not only it would help free her once and for all. Mary didn't want to waste her time but everything is coming to a total rush for her. Is she really willing to drop the goody-goody girl act for something that she always want to become: A dangerous pirate queen?

Thinking carefully that she couldn't loose anymore than what she had. Mary decides with a firm yes to the towering pirate queen. She is confident in all this because she knows there's a prison sentence waiting for her if she ever comes back to Antigua coming back as a totally different woman would not let the authorities or anyone dare cross her way. Darquebane laughed at that suggestion telling her that being a 'different woman' is just scratching the surface of what she will receive. Not only through her spirit will the frail and weak Mary be given power but a entirely new body sculpted through the darkest regions of her mind, a beast that desired to take this form but was deterred for too long in favor of being loved by those who rejected and abused her good will will now see her for the woman she truly is.

Darquebane asks Mary for the last time if she wanted this for when she does, she can never revoke it and will never be the same woman ever again. Mary doesn't care anymore, she wants the power and wants it all. There's no place for Mary anymore and desires to become what she wanted to be. Darquebane nodes and amply places her large, powerful hands on the sides of Mary's face. Her red eyes turned into a total white and the feeling of her hands starts to burn onto Mary as she tries to grab onto her wrists in an attempt to break herself free. But Darquebane will not let go as the power begins to flow through her arms making them swell with more muscle and tearing out of her sleeves. Mary gets the first massive dose of power and feels her body grow tense and hot. It was just starts as the massive pirate queen's eyes shoots bolts of lighting into her Mary's and the real power is going to flow into her.

Mary's small and ample breasts begin to swell and harden, every weak sinew tensed and grew larger and larger. Radically changing the very nature of her form from the frail frame is slowly start to fade away. With a hard scream Mary feels that she can't take it anymore but still wants it all and lets go of her Darquebane's wrists but struggles to hold on as the more energy gets pumped into her. Mary's height increased by feet, muscles began to bloom big, hard and proud where they are as her body becomes a towering mountain of muscle slowly even surpassing Darquebane's own body. Outside of the cave, Leviathan sees the massive storm clouds brewing over the cave with lightening bolts strong enough to destroy rock with each strike and the great beast tries dodge the bolts that are striking too close to him. Back inside Darquebane is close to finishing her long spell on Mary and can feel all of her swelling muscles shrink back as the last drop of her power is going into Mary.

The final touches are about to be made to the new massive panther, veins throbbing over massive hard sinew. bulging to bursting muscles under dark pelt and eyes change from soft blue to dark red like her inheritor. Mary makes her own subconscious add the markings that would define her what she is: Mary's breasts and the end of her tail shined bright; When they fade the appearance of jawless skulls and crossbones mark those parts. Mary feels that she has had enough of her power as it slowly fades away and Darquebane nears the end nearly causes the two to blow off each other in a massive flash of light nearly blinding Leviathan as he entered back into he cave to hide from the bolts. Darquebane takes a quick moment to recollect herself and hopes that it didn't happen like the last two she tried to give her power. Her dark eyes widened in shock not from expectation but from the success of the transfer. Mary is now a powerful titan!

Mary herself feels she has to let out a ton of tension and releases it in the form of a powerful roar the made even the spirit and Leviathan want to hold their ears. Mary then kneels down to get herself recollected over what just happened She looks at her hands now so large and powerful then up her arms fully packed with so much muscle she was afraid of tearing out of her skin out of reaching to rub her face. Her face was changed as well, still feeling womanly but now tougher, mature and chiseled than before. Standing up Mary can easily see that she now stood taller than Darquebane that is if she can see over those monstrous breasts of hers. Mary tries to cup one and is amazed how firm and heavy the are for their size.

Finally gaining the strength to see her whole body, she finds a mirror from the seized pile and can't contain the shock of her transformation. A incredibly muscled body covered in tatters of her smaller clothes giving careful flexes, Mary can only gaze as every muscle group swells beyond what nature can provide. One would expect to be horrified or breakdown but Mary started to giggle, then laugh, than truly laugh like a true villain as the final bolts of lightening filled the air to welcome her presence. Darquebane approaches with confidence that the spell worked but there is much more to be done than just changing her body. There is a need for clothes and learning that there is more to her power than just the body. Many months pass and the night falls over the cave at Harbinger Lagoon and a confident and brutish Mary tied the top of her hair with a black bandanna as she looks over her new look. Wearing taught leather pants, heavy boots to support her weight. A cut tight shirt to hold up her massive black orbs of flesh and a loose shirt to contain the rest of her upper body.

Clenching her fists and flexing her pecs, her the skulls on her massive tits glowed bright with each powerful bounce rubbing up against the taught fabric is almost sensual to Mary and makes her nipples erect under the fabric if only she can keep them like that for long. Looking at the large pools leading out of the cave she raises her hand to summon what is below the water. A massive thousand foot long pool of bubbles formed in the middle of the pool and slowly rising from the agitated waters rises a massive ship. Terrifying in appearance and unstoppable in its function this powerful vessel once served under its first master but now it will serve a new one. Mary Wilde. Mary summons Leviathan to push the ship out from port and into the sea where Mary later leaps from the ground and lands on the deck with a thunderous stomp. Looking out at the front of the ship she contemplates if she even wants to be called Mary anymore and thinks of a name that can fit her new identity. So many the good ones are taken, there was one that was so obvious it was right in front of her. Anyone who dares make fun of it would feel her wrath than ever before.

As the mighty ship Night Splinter sails out of the dragon's mouth entrance of the cave with Leviathan swimming behind slowly showing it's incredible size and muscular detail under the surface of the water. Mary looks out at the horizon finally removes the last bit of her former identity: Her own name, flexing her pecs once again to hoist her massive chest up feeling them full of power and energy anyone who dares asks of her name, Blackboobs the Pirate will be the one that will strike terror into their minds and hearts. If not then her own chest will do the talking for them. As she sails away, Darquebane smiles devilishly knowing full well that she herself can use calm tones to make herself a great manipulator. Playing on poor Mary's incredible naivete, she has no idea of what's in store when Darquebane will claim both her body and soul once they mature enough for her to take. Mary is just paving the way for Darquebane to make her brutal return to this age and this time, there is no one out there to stop her.

...To Be Continued