As the pleasurable warmth ebbed from her amazonian body, Estrel slowly opened her eyes. For a long moment, she gazed at the enhanced reflection in the mirror. As her caramel-colored eyes drank in the beautiful, toned, curvaceous body in front of her, her lips curled into a smile. There was only one way to describe what she was thinking:
“Beautiful!” she exclaimed, rubbing her breasts together. “No one else in the world holds a candle to the flame of my beauty! I didn’t expect being taller to be so incredible either, and I feel so strong! Perhaps that wizard deserves a bonus for fulfilling my desires so completely, but for now I must prepare to flaunt this superiority at the ball Duke Blakeney is hosting tomorrow.”
“First though…” she mused, glancing down at the few tatters still attempting to cover her body, “this remaining fabric is dreadfully tight and must be disposed of!”
Lady Ravenwind attempted to tug the offending undergarments off of her. Yet despite the newfound strength in her arms, her efforts were fruitless. The fabric was thoroughly clamped down on her muscular calves, barely covering her womanhood.
“Well,” she said with a wry smile, “I don’t believe it would hurt to grow out of this problem. I wouldn’t wish to frighten the other nobles by bringing too much of me, but perhaps another half a foot will be adequate”.
Running some quick calculations in her head (as a noblewoman she had been tutored in mathematics, after all) Estrel determined she’d grown around two feet from the spoonful. Naturally this meant a little under a quarter spoonful would suit her purposes. Just as excited to experience growth again as she was to remove her uncomfortable underwear, she greedily measured out the dosage and swallowed the bright liquid.
Faster than before, the delectable warmth permeated her cells and every part of her expanded. Her face could not become any more beautiful, but there was still room for her curves to expand, muscles to strengthen, and of course, height to increase. She began moaning once more, and as she passed seven and a half feet her garments lost their fight and fell off with a startling *snap!*.
“Oooooohhh that’s it… mmmmmm… but it still feels soooo goooooddd to use this potion.”
Her nether regions exposed, Estrel dropped a hand to stimulate herself. Her moans intensified as she felt the pleasure build, leaving her oblivious to the fact that she was still growing more than expected. At last, she reached a climax, and the tension left her body as she thrust past 8 feet in height.
“T’was more than I anticipated, perhaps the potion gains potency with the power of the user? Regardless, I can’t be upset when it was so magnificent, and the pleasure lingers even now. Though at this wondrous size my wardrobe is a new problem, so time to call for the tailor!”
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