Prince Kelos snatched the scroll from his hands, and quickly broke the seal.
"Your Highness, Stop!!" However the scribe's warning was too late. Although the prince's guards came quickly when they heard the cry.
The guards watched the situation unfold, as a strange lightning ran over the prince's skin. It burned without pain, leaving the stunned prince to wonder what was going to happen next. The answer came quickly as his right hand started to tingle and itch. He dropped the scroll in shock and watched as his hand became slimmer and more delicate. He started to scream as the magic progressed up his arm which winnowed down to a mere stick thin, with practically no muscle.
The captain on seeing the scribe with a handful of scrolls acted drawing his sword and advanced on the scribe, "Is this curse your work?"
The scribe babbled not being used to being on the sharp end of a sword. "No, no, no, I swear it. It was the king's idea, to have a selection of disguises, that would allow me or some of his men to go about Arthras's castle unchallenged."
He looked back to the prince who was now entranced by the changes starting on his other hand. "I was just explaining to Prince Kelos, that I might be able to help him with information as to how to win Fia's heart, when he snatched that scroll."
The captain looks between the transforming prince and the scribe. The babbling fool is too cowardly to make up such a lie, and despite loyally serving Prince Kelos, he too knew him to be.... a little impetuous.
He slid his sword back into it's scabbard, "Your majesty." he turned to the prince.
The magic was giving the prince a significant cleavage, and the captain had to consciously focus on the prince's face. The prince found his armour to be hanging rather oddly on his transforming body, his arms had also shortened and retreated inside his sleeves. Looking at the ground he saw his leggings hung baggily around, as he had lost at least six inches in height from his legs. His ass however, was bucking the trend, expanding relentlessly it felt, pushing painfully against the unforgiving armour.
The lightning started to run over his armour now, changing it to softer fabrics. The prince sighed in relief, as the pain from his enlarged ass vanished as the armour there was replaced by a generous skirt. He reached to his crotch already fearing the worst. His hands patted it vainly seeking his cock, but finding only what he feared. A high pitched scream split the night, as the prince fainted dead away.
The captain sighed and lifted the prince back into the carriage. The changes continued as the prince slept on. Apparently this disguise was of a maid. She was blessed with curves in all the right places, her low cut blouse leaving nothing to the imagination. Her deep breathing proved very distracting to both men.
"This is a disaster." the captain announced to himself. "I think you'd better tell me more about these disguise scroll, scribe." he held his tone even, but there was an undercurrent of anger in his voice.
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