Prince Charming and the Three Racks
An Erotic Fairy Tale
by Nobilis

Long ago, during the age when magic worked and heroes did great deeds, there was a kingdom that fell under a curse.  The women of the realm stopped bearing male children.  Many at first wondered whether this would be such a bad thing, but before long everyone understood that if the realm was to survive more than a generation, they needed some boys to be born.

So the Royal Sorcerer held a convocation of all of the hedge wizards, fairy godmothers, and talking animals in the realm, and together they cast a mighty spell.  They were unable to lift the curse completely, but they did manage to exempt the king's three sons, Prince Bright, Prince Strong, and Crown Prince Charming.  Any woman who spent the night with one of the three princes would bear a son nine months later.  Not only that, but the sons born of these nights of passion would also be exempt from the curse, and so within a few generations the curse would mean nothing.

Now this realm was a large one, and the women in it were many.  In order to avoid rendering the three princes into withered old men before the year was out, the King organized a grand ball, held every friday night at the Royal palace.  Prince Bright, Prince Strong, and Crown Prince Charming would dance with all the ladies who were seeking to bear sons.  At eleven o'clock, each prince would pick out one lady with whom he would spend the night, and then the couples would disappear into the princely chambers.

Now needless to say, the ladies attending the ball would do just about anything to catch the eye of a prince.  Gossip about who had been chosen from week to week flew like wildfire around the kingdom, along with all sorts of rumors about what kind of ladies each of the princes favored.  It was well known and widely agreed that Prince Bright enjoyed ladies of wit and education, who could keep up with his powerful intellect.  Likewise, it was well known and widely agreed that Prince Strong favored ladies who were fit and healthy, with good muscle tone and a stout heart.  So any lady who didn't meet the exacting standards of Prince Bright, and were too dainty for Prince Strong set their sights on Crown Prince Charming.  He, however, was the one whose choices mystified everyone.  The going theory was that he was seeking out the "Fairest" but no one knew quite how to judge that, as magic mirrors were in short supply following that whole Sleeping Beauty fiasco.
One day, three young ladies were walking along the road to the Palace, named Tina, Rina, and Gina.  They were talking about how frustrated they were with not being picked, week after week, when they came to a crossroads, where an old hag dressed in a tattered black cloak sat on a pile of stones.

"Well, my sweet young ladies," she said, "what has you in such dark spirits?"

"We haven't been picked at the ball," said Gina.

"We've been going for weeks and weeks," said Rina.

"We wear the latest fashions, " said Tina.

"Tsk tsk," said the old hag.  "That's just not right.  Why even I can tell you three all deserve be picked, in your turn of course.  I have a way for you to really stand out at the ball.  You're sure to catch the Prince's eye."

All three of the young ladies expressed immediate interest.

"What I have here," said the hag, reaching into her sleeve, "is a magic potion that will make your breasts grow to the size of canteloupes.  Your gowns may need a little adjustment, but I guarantee you'll catch the Prince's eye.  I'll sell it to you, for the price of three coins of gold."  She produced a tiny crystal vial, about the size of a golf ball.  (What?  No.  Of course they had golf back then.  Golf is the oldest sport in the world.  Cave men played it.  Why do you think it's played with clubs?  Now hush, I'm not done with the story.)

"I don't have that much on me," said Rina, and continued down the road.

"I don't need any help from magic," said Gina, and continued down the road.

Tina waited for her friends to turn the next bend in the road, and then fished three gold coins out of her purse and quickly handed them to the old hag.  She slipped the potion into her purse and ran to catch up with her friends.

When Friday night rolled around, Tina made sure to be one of the last ladies to arrive at the ball.  She made her entrance, and every head turned, for indeed, the potion had given Tina breasts the size of canteloupes, and what's more, she had worked all week to make her gown fit her new figure.  All the other ladies either turned their noses up in disgust or hung their heads in disappointment, because they all knew there wasn't a rack in the hall that was as impressive as Tina's.  Furthermore, true to the old hag's word, Tina drew the Crown Prince Charming's attention, and at eleven o'clock, he chose Tina to be his bedmate for the night.

The next morning, Rina and Gina ran out to the crossroads to find that not only had the old hag brought a whole cartload of little glass vials, but there were dozens of ladies waiting to buy them.  Tina told a few people about the potion, and word spread quickly.

Rina and Gina got in line, and about an hour later they finally arrived at the cart.

"Why so sad, ladies?" clucked the hag, "I still have plenty of potions left."

"How are we going to catch the prince's eye if everyone at the ball has breasts the size of canteloupes?" asked Rina.

"Yes, we will be right back where we started, and three coins poorer!" said Gina.
"Well," said the hag, leaning forward to whisper conspiratorially.  "Just between the three of us, I could mix you up an extra-strength potion and have it to you tomorrow.  Only ten coins of gold."

"I only brought three," pouted Gina, so she bought one of the regular-strength potions and dejectedly walked back to town.

When Gina had gone out of sight, Rina handed the old hag ten coins of gold and an address where the extra-strength potion could be delivered.

That Friday night, the grand ballroom was full of canteloupe-sized breasts.  There was décolletage everywhere, cleavage as far as the eye could see.  But when Rina arrived, every head turned.  Her breasts were the size of small watermelons, held up by an elaborate set of straps, supports, and stays.  All the other ladies either turned their noses up in disgust or hung their heads in disappointment, because they all knew there wasn't a breast in the hall that was as big as the ones on Rina's chest.  Furthermore, true to the old hag's word, Rina drew the Crown Prince Charming's attention, and at eleven o'clock, he chose Rina to be his bedmate for the night.

The next day, Gina took every coin that she had, and ran out before dawn to the crossroads, where she found a five-star boutique, with a neon sign overhead reading "Old Hag's Extra-Strength Breast Potions and Gown Alterations".  A line was already starting to form, even though the sign on the door said "Hours noon to three, otherwise only by appointment."

By a stroke of luck, Gina spotted the old hag sneaking in via the back door, and cornered her.

She shoved the whole bag of money in the old hag's arms and said, "Everyone else is going to have your potion by nightfall.  I need something more than that.  Do you have an extra-extra strength potion?"

"Well, no," said the hag, "It's already as strong as the FDA will allow.  Any bigger and you would hardly be able to walk."  (What?  No.  Of course they had an FDA back then.  Bureaucracy is eternal.  Be quiet, I'm not done with the story yet.)

"Please!" squealed Gina.  "You have to help me.  You're my only hope."

"Well, I do have something, but you would have to sign a waiver.   It's experimental."

Gina gladly signed the waiver and handed the old hag every coin of gold she owned.

That friday night, the grand ballroom was resplendent with watermelon-sized breasts.  The musicians, in sympathy for the encumbrances of the ladies, played only stately pavanes, and refrained from playing the sprightlier galliardes.  (It's a good thing, too... there would have been injuries.)  But when Gina arrived, every head turned.  Her breasts were the size of small watermelons, just like all the rest, but where everyone else had but two, Gina had four huge breasts displayed proudly on her chest.  All the other ladies either turned their noses up in disgust or hung their heads in disappointment, because they all knew there wasn't a chest in the hall as impressive as Gina's.  Furthermore, true to the old hag's word, Gina drew the Crown Prince Charming's attention, and at eleven o'clock, he chose Gina to be his bedmate for the night.

When they reached his bedchamber, and Gina pulled off her gown, Prince Charming gasped.  "Those are real?  I thought they were just a trick of costuming."

"Yes, they are, your highness," said Gina.  "At least, as real as a magic potion makes them."

Crown Prince Charming removed his robes and they began to have sex.  They found that Gina's extra breasts were fun, but they got in the way and on balance were more trouble than they were worth.  The best position turned out to be doggie-style, with Gina propped up on her hands so that the Prince's thrusts jiggled her body and made her nipples rub on the bedsheets.  

When they were done, Gina lay back and sighed.

"What's wrong?" asked the prince, handing her a cigarette.

"Well," she said, "I spent all my money on these breasts, and now I don't have enough money to buy another potion to get them changed back."

"Why did you buy them, if you didn't want them?"

"I wanted them because they caught your attention.  That's how Rina and Tina did it."

"Oh, is THAT what this is all about?  I thought it was some strange fashion trend.  No, no... you see, I like a lady with an air of confidence.  I can't stand those ladies who roll their eyes in disgust or look away in disappointment.  If those breasts were what you used to get that confidence that's fine, but don't think it was the breasts themselves that made me pick you.  I picked you because you carried yourself as if you knew you already had everything you wanted."

In the morning, Prince Charming gave Gina enough money to buy an extra-strength breast reducer potion and sent her on her way.  The potion didn't get rid of the extra pair of breasts, but they turned out to be a blessing in disguise when she gave birth to quadruplets.  She didn't live happily ever after—trust me, quadruplets would make that impossible—but in the end she got what she wanted.