Estrel was no fool. She was a proud member of the House Ravenwind, only second to her older sister, who ruled the entire town of Durmrin and its surrounding lands. As a noblewoman, she'd been given the best education that money could provide, and was thus far smarter than people gave her credit for. The common folk simply didn't realize that she was above them; both in status and brains.
Smart enough to know that she shouldn't drink a new potion without at least testing it, that is.
Which meant she needed a test subject. Someone she could experiment on, using a drop of the potion to see what kind of results it had. Yes, that would be a good approach. Estrel hummed as she tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, catching her own reflection in a nearby mirror.
Woe her bad luck for being born into this world with such bland features. It wasn't that she was ugly, of course. Compared to the average woman you found on the streets, Estrel was actually quite pretty. But that wasn't enough.
See, ever since their childhood, Estrel had played second fiddle to her older sister; Annabelle Ravenwind.
It was a tale as old as time. Two sisters born into a wealthy, powerful family. One was born with good looks that could charm the most gallant of knights, requiring only a single wink to capture their hearts. Blessed with a curvaceous body, smooth skin and great health -- all natural. And then there was the younger sister, who had drawn the short stick when it came down to the genetic lottery. Annabelle was prettier, taller, curvier and more liked than Estrel.
And she hated it. By the gods, how she hated it!
But now was her chance to change the status quo. Today was the first step to Estrel's vengeance, against a sister who had inherited the title of baroness purely because of her looks, and the fact that she'd been born first. After all, Estrel was smarter and more effective when handling administrative tasks.
So at least she would be more beautiful than Annabelle, once the potion proved to be effective. If not, she'd have words with that potion maker. He'd regret cheating her. Even now she had guards tailing him, keeping an eye on the man's house so that he would not slip away unnoticed.
"Let's see... It cannot be someone who has questionable loyalty." She muttered quietly to herself. No, that wouldn't work. Then word might get out, as the maids were far more loose-lipped than required. "Someone close to me. Someone who answers directly and only to me."
A few names came to mind. Some who were indeed directly employed by her, here in the estate, whereas some were unknown variables to those she considered opponents. Estrel played the Game well. Better than her sister, that is.
The blonde walked over to a nearby dresser, and rang the bell lying on top of it.
Shortly after, her summons were answered as a pale woman entered the chambers, clad in a maid's uniform. The servant was around 5'4" tall, with dark hair that reached down to her shoulders. She was pretty, too. But more in a cute manner, rather than sensual beauty.
The woman bowed deeply. "You called, mistress?"
"Yes, I did. I require your services, Zoe." She said with her head held high. Gesturing for the woman to raise her head, she continued. "This afternoon I visited the local alchemist. As you recall, he was commissioned to create a beauty potion for me. That vial there is the result."
"And does it work, milady?"
Zoe's hazel eyes looked straight into her blue orbs. For years now, the shorter woman had been her closest servant; her personal maid. Someone who kept secrets, spied among the other servants, and devoted her life to her master. That was the relationship between the two of them.
In return, Estrel made sure to reward such loyalty. She never mistreated Zoe; no matter what. She also paid the woman handsomely, while providing for the younger woman's family, who lived inside the town. It was because of this financial aid that Zoe's little brother could learn how to read and write, which was considered to be a great honor in the kingdom. Not everyone was literate; only the higher class, such as the nobility and knights, plus a select fraction of the middle class.
"That's what we are about to find out." She picked up the potion, grabbed a teaspoon from her fancy tea set, and proceeded to open the vial. Estrel poured out about half a spoon's worth of potion. "I need you to sample this for me, Zoe. Regardless of whether or not it works, know that I will compensate you and your family for this. There's only one person I trust to test this potion -- and that's you."
The maid eyed the spoon, and the red liquid within. She looked uncertain. However, after a few seconds of debating, Zoe nodded and accepted the trinket.
"Of course. As you command, mistress."
Zoe put the spoon inside her mouth, before gulping the potion down. A tense silence settled among the two of them. Yet nothing seemed to happen? Estrel suppressed her impatience as she waited.
Then Zoe began to squirm, as if feeling uncomfortable.
"M-Milady? I feel... different." She gasped.
Before Estrel could react, the maid suddenly began to grow! Both women were taken by surprise by this course of events. After all, while the potion was advertised to enhance beauty, no one had expected to have this kind of effect.
Zoe clothes started filling out more. The dark sleeves of her uniform grew tight as biceps, triceps and forearm muscles expanded. They became increasingly more thick, reaching a stable size where her biceps were shaped like small lemons -- even unflexed. Her torso widened as more mass was added, and her lats spread out in tandem. It was quite extraordinary to witness! Zoe's upper body became bigger in every way, right before they very eyes. As such, her shoulders pushed outwards, caused by delts that gained increasing definition. Not to be outdone, the maid's back turned striated; lines etched in her skin, separating the enhanced muscle and giving birth to noticeable traps.
"Oh, by the gods!" She gasped loudly.
Further down below, a set of abs quickly adorned the formerly average belly. They were shapely and defined. Yet, despite this and her growing obliques, her waist remained the same size! Zoe's legs were next. Formerly slender legs grew longer, making her stand taller than before. Muscle expanded simultaneously, as her thighs thickened with solid mass. Quads grew bigger, hamstrings turned into tightly knit cables, and calves bulged with more sinew. And as if to top it all off, the dark-haired woman's butt experienced its own fair share of growth, becoming rounder in the process.
Estrel couldn't believe her eyes. Right there and then, her loyal servant somehow turned into a fitness fanatic as the potion changed the woman's body. Zoe's height increased to what had to be 5'7" or so, which was considerably taller than only a minute ago.
However, it wasn't over just yet. The potion might possess unexpected consequences, but its intended effects were very much there. Zoe became more beautiful! Her lips were fuller, skin repairing any blemishes, and making her look healthier. More importantly, however, the maid's chest became bigger -- and not solely because of sturdy pectoral muscles -- as her breasts gained a full cupsize, putting Zoe at a C-cup. Lastly, her hips widened a bit, complimenting the taut butt she now sported.
A process that took such little time, yet resulted in such big changes. Estrel and Zoe were rendered speechless for a full minute.
"That was... unexpected. How do you feel, Zoe?" Then noblewoman asked.
"Weird. Different. But, if I have to be honest, not in a bad way. I feel better somehow. Like there's a sudden bout of energy within me." The maid answered. She seemed lost in exploring her enhanced body, feeling up her firm biceps and abdominals. Then years of service took hold of her, as she quickly bowed. "I mean -- the potion does not seem to be poisonous, milady. But it does have more in store than we expected."
Indeed. Estrel carefully inspected her servant girl, who was now as tall as she was, but far stronger. She herself was slender, lacking the fit physique that Zoe attained. It was definitely more than she bargained for with the alchemist.
That being said, this wasn't necessarily a bad thing...
Estrel considered the implications of this potion. If she used it now, she would become someone that wasn't viewed favorably by the nobility, as muscle was 'not fit for a fine lady as herself'. And yet the appeal was there. The potion called out to Estrel, promising her power beyond what she ever dreamed of.
Her earlier intentions were to become more beautiful than her sister. But now, with the true nature of the chemicals revealed, couldn't she grow to be beyond Annabelle? To finally gain the strength necessary to enact her plans?
Holding the potion in one hand, the noblewoman hatched a new plan.
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