Clad in a freshly-fashioned blue silk dress, Gwynvere made her way back to the manor. Ducking under the now far too small garden doors, she peered down the halls to the main chamber. It seemed to Gwyn that, invigorated by that inane performance, the whole party had decided to begin another round of dancing. But that suited her purposes just fine. This magical body needed to make a properly stunning entrance.
Having expended so much magic to become the bountiful beauty she was, Gwyn decided she hadn’t the strength for a full imperceptibility, especially at her new size. But a master sorceress such as herself had no problems creating a near-complete invisibility. If they had been paying any attention to their surroundings, the guests may have seen flashes of blue silk or felt a pair of supple cheeks passing nearby, but they were too enthralled by Estrel’s show. So when Gwyn dissolved her illusion in the center of the room in a shower of sparkles, naturally every eye in the room turned towards her as a collective gasp rolled through the crowd.
For a few moments she merely drank in the shock and adoration, smiling smugly. She was just as large as Estrel, and while not as toned, was a bit larger where it counted in the minds of the men. Of course among this number was the Duke, now experiencing a record two speechless moments in one evening. He had been so occupied by Estrel that he hadn’t even remembered she had arrived earlier, especially as she hadn’t been over 8 feet tall then.
“Oh, Lady Gwynvere, what a pleasure to see you here!” he said to break the silence. Montagu knew of her magical power, and seeing her appear so large and so suddenly worried him. “We were just about to begin a set of waltzes, why don’t you join me?” he asked, clasping her hand as the band began to play.
“Gladly m’lord,” Gwyn responded with a very sincere grin, her irritation practically gone. In addition to this magic feeling especially pleasant, she had proved her magic could easily triumph over any pitiful ordinary nobles.
The tension in the room mostly dissolved, except one large figure who stormed out in a rage. As Estrel shoved into the garden, her mind was filled with violent emotions. Had that horrid witch really destroyed her perfect evening? And after all the money and effort that had gone into making herself this way.
“Well, I’ll show her that no one is superior to me anymore! Good thing I brought this along…” she muttered, revealing the potion from a pocket in her dress (after all, what custom garment would lack several storage spaces?). “Don’t want to ruin my new dress entirely, but even if this is really more powerful the bigger I am, I can afford another sip.”
So saying, she hastily the bright beverage before stowing it back in her dress. Almost immediately she began to moan as a wave of pleasurable power filled every inch of her body. It took all Estrel’s will not to tear off her dress and seek relief right then and there. She wasn’t certain whether the feeling of her curves expanding ever further outwards, her muscles densing, or her entire wondrous form growing was the best. Fortunately before she could lose control entirely or her dress burst off, she stopped growing.
Estrel was now easily 9.5 feet tall, with breasts that had grown to be proportionally larger than Gwyn’s, which made them even bigger considering the new size difference. Her dress was practically form-fitting now, her flesh pressing at the seams. Yet despite the tightness she felt stronger and more energized than ever. Eagerly, she raced back inside, leaving the servants who had seen it to gossip. First a sorceress growing in their gardens and now a giantess noble with a potion? Those present were nearly as ecstatic as Estrel with the thoughts that their new stories would make them the center of attention among the kingdom’s servants for a month.
Estrel reentered right as the current waltz drew to a close. As the Duke bowed to Gwyn, hoping her to be satisfied with multiple dances, he turned away and nearly crashed headfirst into Estrel’s firm abs. As he looked up and up to find her face, his mouth was agape. It would be rude to ask but had she… gotten bigger?
Before Montagu could react, Estrel made a move for him. “I hear the next song is about to begin, would you honor this humble lady with another graceful dance?” she inquired, before pulling him towards her. Well, dancing with a giant beautiful woman certainly wasn’t a bad thing, so he merely nodded and the pair strutted back onto the floor.
Gwyn, meanwhile, turned a shade of red nearly matching her earlier embarrassed blushes. This upstart still dared challenge her grace? Gwyn wasn’t sure if Estrel was a secret sorceress or if something else funny was going on, but if she had her way she was still going to end this night the biggest...
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