Mind racing with possibilities, analyzing opportunity after opportunity, Estrel held the potion as if it was the holy grail. She would have to make a decision; use it or not. There were most certainly disadvantages by using a potion that would put her on the path to becoming an amazon of mythology, yet the advantages of such a body were not to be underestimated. The noblewoman debated internally as she wracked her head.
But in the end, didn't status come second to what she wanted. Estrel's original goal was to become more beautiful than her sister. Well, this potion would take care of that -- and more.
"It would seem we have stumbled across a goldmine, Zoe." She mused quietly. Picking up a spoon again, which was larger than the teaspoon, she poured out a decent serving of the potion. "With this product, we might be able to finally do something about that sister of mine. To finally claim my true birthright."
Zoe nodded firmly. "Of course, milady."
"But first! It is time for me to reap the fruits of my investment."
Lady Estrel eagerly drank the potion. It was surprisingly tasty; somehow similar to a fine red wine, tinted with strawberries. But that was the least of her concerns right now.
A sudden burst of power erupted from within. It swiftly consumed her, igniting every nerve inside his feminine body. Estrel couldn't contain the moan that escaped her lips, which as a matter of fact, became more succulent in the process. It was as if someone had poured liquid fire into her veins.
The sensation touched her limbs, inflating them with solid, sturdy muscle. Estrel felt her biceps and triceps swell larger by more than just a few inches. And then there were her forearms; each growing thicker with tightly corded sinews. Veins snaked across her skin, yet not too much that she would seem monstrous or anything. She clenched her fists. A new burst of energy coursed through her arms, reaching all the way up to her deltoids as they became incredibly striated.
Speaking of limbs -- Estrel's legs creaked as her bones were lengthened, allowing the noblewoman to reach up in height. A wide smile came to her face as she grew taller. Every inch was another victory, so to speak. And she loved it! Estrel liked how much taller she became, while her thighs exploded in size. Pound after pound of muscle was added to her quadriceps and hamstrings; vastus muscles turning into swollen lumps of mass. She found personal pleasure in how her previously flat rump inflated rapidly -- with muscle, of course. Not fat. Which made her backside look positively scrumptious, like a delicious peach that was perfectly shaped and soft, yet firm nonetheless. Estrel wiggled her toes as her calves jutted outwards, until they were visible past her shins.
"Yes! Oh, that alchemist is brilliant!" Estrel groaned pleasurably. She couldn't get enough of this wonderful sensation, committing it to memory as she grew in every possible way. Her frame was already packed with power despite the growth still happening. "This is more than even I anticipated. Why, I can feel myself being reborn, becoming more superior in every way."
The blonde's torso widened, gaining much needed muscle mass and curves. She cooed as her breasts turned into large, mouthwatering orbs of firm flesh. Each resting atop a pectoral the size of a book cover. Her lats kept expanding sideways to give her a wide appearance. Good. That would grant her some much needed intimidation, which would prove useful when dealing with stubborn males in court. The muscles on her chest were incredibly hard, though; their definition the work of sculptors.
Estrel grinned as her clothes suffered under the cruel reign of her transformation. The stockings on her legs were already in tatters, hidden by the skirt of her dress. However, the sleeves and top were getting worn down. Large tears formed at her back, revealing rigid muscle and striated lumps of solid might. Traps rose like twin hills, adding to the thickness of her neck.
She spread her arms, and then flexed them as best as she could; the sound of threads tearing in the air. Estrel laughed heartily as her sleeves were ripped asunder. Instead, large biceps took their place. Her corset relented at the same time. The normally tight clothing couldn't hope to resist her expanding figure, buttons snapping as her massive breasts broke free, with a little help of her ripped abdomen and dense obliques.
"M-Milady..." Zoe whispered in awe, a hand covering her own mouth.
Estrel couldn't be happier when she looked in the mirror. Despite her haggard appearance, she was more beautiful than ever before. Her blonde hair was as illustrious as the sun, so full and shining in the light. The noble's face was gorgeous; the most kissable lips ever, rosy cheeks, delicate eyebrows, and pale blue eyes that could ensnare any man's soul.
And all of that beauty was combined with the strength of a barbarian. Every part of her body covered in dense beef, as well as sinful curves that both man and woman could lust after. It was almost too much to comprehend!
When the potion finished rearranging Estrel's physical existence, she let out a deep breath. Thick pecs and heavy breasts heaved with each intake of oxygen. Taking a moment to recompose herself, the youngest lady of House Ravenwind smiled beatifically.
"Finally..." Even her voice sounded different; deeper, huskier. Estrel witnessed her own glory with the excitement of a child. "After all this time, I have attained the perfect body to match my brilliance."
Before the potion, Estrel Ravenwind had been an average noble. Better than the plebeians on the street, yet ordinary among her peers. No more. Now she was superior to that fragile girl.
The new lady Estrel stood at an astounding 6'1" feet tall, weighing what had to be at least 170 pounds of muscle -- not counting the rest. Her entire body rippled with muscle, draped in sensual curves. From her wide hips and round ass, to her narrow yet strong waist, and massive chest.
A gentle, attractive smile formed on gorgeous face. "Well? What do you think, Zoe?"
"Milady, you look... amazing!" The maid gasped.
"As I should. I never knew I needed this, until today."
Estrel grabbed the edges of her torn dress, easily tearing them off. She'd need more clothes tailored to her new figure. Best to make quick work of that. After all, it was undignified for a noble as her to be wearing anything less than highly fashionable, and she refused to walk around in rags.
Still, the temporary nudity allowed her to appreciate the physique she'd been given by the potion. Estrel explored every crook and cranny of her chiseled body, tensing and flexing the strong muscles as she pleased. Her abs rippled and danced at her command, and she was fond of her long legs, too.
"Amazing indeed." She giggled; her arm raised in a flex, the large bicep popping up like a rock. It had to be at least 17 inches in circumference, if not more. And the strength inside -- she could feel it.
But the self-worship would have to wait until later tonight. Plans had to be made, and the world waited for no one.
First things first, the potion needed to be kept secret. Such a powerful item could not be released to the public. Especially since this body was the result of only a large spoon's worth of elixir, whereas the bottle was still eighty-five percent full. And besides, she'd need more if she wanted to make full of use it.
So she had to kidnap the alchemist.
There was no other way. No doubt that man would want to live off the success of his invention, but that'd be a disaster for Estrel. Anyone could use the potion's extraordinary power in that case.
Furthermore, the noblewoman would have to summon her confidants and underlings. While she would not grant them enough power to surpass her, a few drops of the potion would do wonders for them, allowing the Estrel's allies to carry out their tasks more efficiently.
"Fetch me a pen and paper. I have letters to write, and people to contact." She swiftly instructed. Her maid bowed, complying immediately. "And send word to the guards shadowing the alchemist. Have them apprehend the man and deliver him to my estate, but without alerting anyone."
And as the muscular, beautiful lady Ravenwind sat down behind her desk, she smirked. There was more power to be had!
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