Severa's stomach churned, causing her to stop focusing on her dress for one moment and clutch her stomach instead. "Ugh!" she cried, "Just what was in that stuff the kid made up? I feel like I could get sick at any minute!" Just then, Severa heard another tear in her dress, coming from her left shoulder, and it caused her frustration to come to a head. "I swear, I'm taking this stupid thing back to the store for a refu- Aah!" Her rant was interrupted as she tripped and fell to the forest floor, responding to a pain in her foot. She sat up and looked to see if she tripped over a root, but the ground was clean and level, and she felt the pain in her foot rapidly increasing. "What the hell...?" she spoke in awe, inspecting her high-heeled foot and wondering what was happening to her body.
Suddenly, the sound of more ripping fabric filled the air as Severa felt her dress dig into her ribs; she looked all around her body and saw the seams come undone before her very eyes. The pain in her foot came to a head, and as Severa's attention came back to it, she saw both of her feet erupt from the plastic heels, scattering the blue material across the forest floor and causing the young Lady to gasp in astonishment.
"What's going on?!" she asked aloud, slight fear in her voice as she felt the cloth dig into her body more and more. She felt more and more skin being exposed to the air as the sounds of ripping became more and more frequent. As Severa struggled to get up, she felt the expensive fabric falling from her body, and when fully erect and leaning against a tree for support, the entirety of the dress fell away and she was left in her jet-black underwear. Severa felt the smooth bark of the oak rub against her back and the dirt shift under her feet as she struggled to comprehend what was going on, but before she could even get a thought, Severa felt her bra straps begin to dig into her shoulders and her panties starting to tightly hug her hips, before the underwear fully separated from her body with an audible "SNAP!" and fell to the forest floor. Severa leaned against the tree more as she watched the world seem to get smaller around her, before the oak gave into her weight and snapped from its roots, falling down and bringing the blue-haired girl down with it. Sitting up, Severa felt the shifting under her feet stop completely and inspected the world around her. She stood up slowly, and looked around in amazement as the treetops of the tall forest surrounded her head and flapping birds looked almost like floating flower petals; she looked down at the ruined clothing she once wore and moved her foot upon feeling something, gazing upon her ruined bow and quiver in the imprint, and then it finally hit her.
Severa was a 50 foot tall giantess.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?!?!"
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Ricken looked upon the shattered bottle at the floor of the camp and bit his lip tightly; he was in deep trouble now.
"No, no, no, this isn't happening!" He gathered up the shattered remnants of glass with his gloved hands and tried to salvage what remained of his broken container; the liquid inside was far gone now, as was Severa. "Don't tell me that dingbat drank the entire bottle of this stuff!" He sniffed the mouth of the bottle and smelled the faint stench of perfume, confirming his worst thoughts. Panicked, Ricken set the broken shards on the bench beside him and worriedly looked around for any sign of Severa; the woman was fast, inheriting her gale-force speed from her mother, but she couldn't have gone far. "Okay, okay, calm down Ricken!" he cried, "Severa couldn't have gone far, I just need to find a trail to track her with and then there's no worry, I can use a staff to cure any poison she might have!"
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?!?!" Ricken heard the cry of Severa's voice from the woods; considering the intensity of the yell, she must've been deep within the woods, which would be a lengthy hike for the young mage, but there was nothing more he could do.
"Well Ricken, don't look a gift horse in the mouth!" In an instant, the young boy looked around to make sure there was no onlookers and dashed off into the woods to correct whatever mistake might've gone about.
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"That little brat!" Severa shouted in frustration. She used her hands to cover he privates and kicked trees down in anger as she continued her rant against Ricken. "He knew this would happen, I just know it! This must've been some prank to teach me a lesson!" Her screams became louder and rampage became more destructive to the forest as she imagined the thought of the little mage laughing at her and saying some snarky lines of moral superiority. "Oh, when I get my hands on that little brat, I'm gonna...!" Severa's rant slowed to a halt as she felt the breeze run across her smooth skin, causing her to note her lack of clothing. "...I'm gonna do nothing because I'm naked. Dammit!"
Severa sat down in frustration; she had to get clothes from somewhere, but where? Her dress was obviously shot, and there was no way the small fabrics littered across the ground would be able to cover her appropriately, she had to find some large bundles of clothing fast and preferably with nobody looking at her body in the process. "Alright, think Severa, you need something cute-looking that could show off your curves well, where would you look? Severa pondered the options in her head intensely. "Raid a town's fabric store? No, too many people, I'd cause a riot and they'd be staring at my butt the whole time. Small village? Nah, those hicks probably never saw a women, they'd freak out just looking at me. Gawds! Why was I cursed with such a great body?!" Severa narrowed down the results further and further before arriving at two options.
The first was that she sneak into camp and start stealing the tents under everyone's noses, crafting at least some smallclothes from the white sheets; she was sure the other Shepherds wouldn't react like she was a monster or anything, especially since she now had the high ground in terms of power, but didn't want to take any risks. Although, now that she thought about it, perhaps her mother and father could support her on this, Cordelia and Virion were always very level-headed, and could definitely keep secrets if she so wished, so there was definitely an advantage on that front. The second was to use her hunting skills to take animal furs from the local wildlife in the area and craft clothes out of that, not as disgusting of a thought if she were to clean them in a nearby lake or river. Severa thought it wouldn't be a good idea to diminish the animal population in the area so quickly, as it would have adverse effects on the Shepherds food supply, but those thoughts were quickly overshadowed by the thought of how cute she would look in bear-fur smallclothes; she'd definitely be the talk of the camp then.
"Hm, decisions, decisions..." thought the young Lady, trying to weigh safety & simplicity over fashion. Though she inherited a keen strategic mind from Cordelia and Virion, her personality didn't help make the decision any easier. She looked down at her body and noticed all the grime and dirt that covered it, products of her growth and rampage, and grimaced. "Ew!" she cried, "I'll need a bath before I even think about getting dressed, this forest is filthy!" She remembered a lake she had passed by earlier, deeper into the woods, and got up to walk off, still covering herself.
Arriving at the lake, Severa undid her icy-blue pigtails, not worrying about anybody who might've seen her, and walked into the lake, diving under to fully clean herself. She resurfaced and took 5 more reps of diving and resurfacing, fully cleansing her hair and face and leaving her refreshed. "Ah, much better~!" she said, feeling refreshed and in a much better mood, before sitting down in the lake, noting how it now felt like a bathtub at her size. She raised her right leg up in the air and began scrubbing the dirt from it, humming a tune as she continued to think over her dilemma. "Alright," she asked herself, "Do I go for some...relatively clean sheets to dress myself, or should I really turn the boys heads with some cute little fur clothes?" Severa batted the idea of a giant's fashion around in her head for a while, focusing more on cleaning herself up, before arriving at a conclusion.
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