“What does her knowing what your sandwich was make her capable of helping with everything?” Asked Dana.
“Because every day, I have something slightly different. She guessed what my sandwich was down to the number of slices of salami and the exact weight!”
“But that doesn’t mean she knows magic!” Dana exclaimed. “Sure, she has an amazing mind, but I don’t think that she has picked up much magic.”
“Then who do you suggest?” I asked. “Nobody who works on this train knows about magic! The best chance we have is Eva.” Dana sighed.
“Well, that is a good point.” She put her hand to her beak in thought, only to be interrupted by a warm feeling. “Is it just me, or did it get really warm in here?”
“Uh, I’m fine. A little cold, in fact.” Dana felt like her body just kept getting warmer and warmer.
“So hot.” She panted. Suddenly, the warm feeling stopped, replaced by a much more pleasant, even arousing, feeling. It seemed to concentrate in her upper body, but spread throughout the rest of it quickly. “Oh, this feels good!”
“Dana,” I started, “are you okay?”
“Better than okay!” Said Dana, the feeling intensifying. “I feel more alive than when I wake up after a good night’s sleep!” Then, the pleasurable feeling hit its peak, just as a few seams broke on her outfit. “Oh, I feel so good!” A few more seams started breaking. I suddenly found myself looking a little higher at her.
“Uh, Dana?” She paid no mind, lost in the euphoric feeling. Her breasts seemed to surge out a size, then another, straining her already tight top.
“Oh, so much energy! I feel like I’m about to explode from this feeling!” Her pants button popped off as her thighs and butt expanded, her zipper heading down as she continued to grow.
“Dana!” I called. She seemed to surge in height again, her outfit complaining all the white. Her pants rose up, busting several seams on the side. Her shirt followed suit, exposing more of her massive stomach as she grew up and out. Her bra became apparent against her shirt, just as her panties exposed themselves.
“Oh, I can’t shake this feeling! Nor do I want to! I feel so good!” Her tongue poked out cutely, even as she continued swelling.
“DANA!” I yelled. She looked down at me for a moment, before a large ripping sound came from her. Her shoulders ripped through her shirt, exposing her extremely tight bra straps. At the same time, her talons broke through her shoes, ending their life cycle. The crotch of her pants seemed ready to blow, as did she, if the pulsing in her panties was any indication. She must’ve grown at least three feet by now, at least 4 macro cup sizes, and several sizes in her rear. Her hefty belly seemed to remain proportional, but that only meant she was heavier than ever.
“N-Nathan.” She managed to spit out. “I-I, I
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