Gwynevere watched as the amazon that was Estrel threw the duke spinning into the air. Surely such a stunt as that would get her kicked out for the night she thought. The reality was quite the opposite. Cheer and applause flooded the chamber.
"Of all the foolish, insane, dangerous…." Gwynever began, but her voice was drowned out by the elated sounds of the nobles gathered around her. She gazed in utter shock, is this what passed for beauty now?
She had spent years studying the mystic arts, honing her talent for the arcane, only to be regulated to a minor guest. Years of learning not only powerful magics, but cosmetic magic as well, to stave off any signs of aging, to make her golden hair shine brighter and more luminous than others. To add a twinkling to her eyes that made the stars jealous, to add a modest amount of height and bosom. And for what? To be forced to stand in the shadow of adoration of that, that brown haired behemoth!
"Absolutely not, I will not be upstaged by some lesser noble tart." Gwynevere spoke her words seething with jealousy. She rose from her table quietly, and elegantly slipped through the crowd towards the back of the manor. As she slipped into the gardens she did a quick check to make sure no one was around. She saw only a few servants, no one of importance or who would understand what she was doing. A few moments to calm her mind and soon Gwynevere was chanting in a long forgotten tongue, arcane energy gathering in her palms as she did. Soon a Faye light of emerald green ran up her arms. The power coursed through her veins, she could feel her whole body flooding with energy.
Slowly, she began to grow. Shaping the spell as she went, she passed 6 feet tall. But that wouldn't be enough and she knew it. Not to match Estel, and her new found beauty. So Gwynevere poured more power into the spell, all while beginning to shape the arcane energy in her mind into something even more complex. She directed the energy of the spell, next to her Breasts, and they began to greedily fill with power. She gasped as her nearly form fitting black dress began to pull tight against her newly engorged assets.
"No, I need more. I need to be at least as big as her." Gwynevere panted, finding it hard to breathe at this point. She looked down on her new form, nearly 7 feet tall and sporting new C-cup assets. Of course on her new size such a chest looked even larger to most people. But what was she missing, something, ah of course. A moment later she began to chant again, and arcane power surged through her once more. This time settling into her muscles. At first she could only sense the changes to her body as her abs began to tone. A moment later she watched as her arms took a much leaner shape, followed by a sudden pulsing of muscle that quickly faded. Muscle enhancing spells were not at all uncommon, plenty of warriors had high demand and need of such magics. But the spells themselves were notably harder to cast and maintain. At her current level Gwynevere was barely half as built as Estel.
“Curses, it will have to do, now what was I forgetting.” Gwynevere puzzled out loud.
“Your ass my lady.”
“Ah, right, more…who…” Gwynevere turned her head to see a small gathering of servants. About six people, four men and two women had gathered to watch her transformation. Gwynevere blushed, but only for moment, they were nobody and if nothing else the fact she had drawn their attention meant her plan was working.
“Oh, of course. Can’t neglect the bottom, just because it's not at the top can we now. Everything has a purpose.” Gwynevere winked chuckling at her subtle implications of the staff as she focused even more magic into her ass.
The gathered staff watched in shock and awe as Lady Gwynevere’s whole body shimmered, then her dress began to draw tighter, and tighter, and tighter. Soon they could easily see the outline of each cheek under her garments.
“Now for the finale, Just say when little ones.” Gwynevere said as she began to half laugh, half chant the last of her spell. She focused once again on her growth. But this time the sensation of growing was overwhelming. She had never forced this much power into a spell like this, let alone multiple body transmutations. Using, or rather abusing magic like this apparently had drastic side effects.
Those side effects were amazing.
Gwynevere let out a sensual moan as more power, and more heat began to build inside her. Soon she was expanding in every sense of the word. She had sculpted the perfect body, and now she would just add more, and more, and more. As she grew past seven feet the servants tilted their heads up to keep track of her immense growing beauty. It was one of the female servants that noticed her dress beginning to fail.
“Um, oh, er...when my lady, When!” she started but Gwynevere was lost in her own power now.
She let out another deep moan as all the power in her body flooded into her core. She felt her growth spurt, as 7 feet became 7’6”, she felt the immense pleasure well up between her legs. She felt her imminent release, and satisfaction coming. 8 feet tall, just a little more and…
“Stop my Lady!” the female servant cried tugging at her arm as the others took a step back.
A moment later Gwyneveres' very fine, very expensive black silken dress exploded off her. Torn to shreds by the immense power and size of her new form.
The sound of her dress shredding, and the instant ability to breathe easier took Gwynevere by surprise. She looked down, her pale flesh and large curves exposed. She began to turn a shade of red normally reserved for lovers in the thralls of passion.
“Don’t just stand there. Fetch me some Silk. Now!” she boomed maybe a little louder then she meant to.
The servants quickly righted themselves. They may have been in shock but they were well accustomed on how to react to an angry noble. Within minutes Gwynevere had a large pile of silk placed before her. The one maid moved, bringing a sewing kit forth.
“Oh don’t be so mundane dear.” Gwynevere said, waving a hand and transforming the once pile of silk curtains into a new dress. She then began to slip on with help from the two female attendants while their male counterparts continued to stare.
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