The first sound to alert Tharja's sharp ears was the sound of fabric straining. While no stranger to this, as her already larger-than-average curves made fitting into most clothes difficult- Tharja was unused to hearing the sounds of fabric stretching and ripping while in one of her own dark mage outfits.
Tharja much preferred to wear her own self-enchanted clothes over joining the other female Shepherds in shopping for clothes, as her charms and enchantments did a much better job ensuring that her outfits fitted her adequately. She saw little point in the social aspect of such an event, and besides, enchanting the outfits she bought in secret to better fit her was infinitely more efficient than trying to squeeze her prodigious bosom into too-tight tops and dresses (which would of course always end up bursting or tearing open, causing her to have to pay for the garment anyway.)
And in this particular case, Tharja could only watch in speechless silence as her immense midsection rapidly dwindled in size, soon becoming only have its previous rotund girth (although still quite immense, all things considered.) The portion of her bodysuit that had torn open as her rapidly-expanding belly tore a gaping hole in it was soon significantly looser, but now Tharja realized that her bodysuit was getting very tight in several other places!
"Oh!" Tharja let out an uncharacteristic gasp of delight as a bolt of pleasure shot through her! Her bosom, already more enormous than almost any other of the Shepherds- was rapidly blowing up in size. As the Plegian sorceress watched, the thin, translucent fabric covering her massive rack was stretched tighter and tighter, the already skin-tight fabric beginning to give as the charms she'd equipped it with failed in the face of her growing new endowment!
And soon enough...
*RIP*
Tharja squeaked in shock as her bodysuit tore open right down the center, the gaping hole created by her expanded middle now widening as her bosom stretched the rip even farther and leaving the garment barely hanging on to her upper body! Each milky-white globe was now twice the size of her head, her bodysuit's chest portion having been shredded and exposing her faithful brassiere, the perilously-overworked undergarment ready to snap at any moment.
If only the growth of her body had stopped there, Tharja would've found it manageable, but she could already feel her posterior joining in on the growth... Fortunately, the growth seemed to be tame in comparison to her chest, and while Tharja's shapely rear made the jump from 'bubble butt' to 'extra thicc,' her bottom didn't grow large enough to tear apart her outfit.
What happens next?
1. Tharja found her transformation very pleasurable, and decides to try and steal even more mass from Morgan...
2. Tharja's annoyed by her growth. She thinks she looks ridiculous and decides she wants to fix Morgan right away, hopefully returning herself to normal in the process.
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