The household guards she passed on her way through the upstairs hallways nodded to her politely, but she didn’t seem to notice. Am I really that much of a dull doormat? she wondered, reaching Estrel’s room and starting her cleaning routine. The more she thought about it, the more she realized how she pretty much never deviated from her regular schedule, unless that meant doing someone else’s work, to which she couldn’t recall ever saying “no”.
As she turned to start making the bed, a gleam from a table on the opposite end of it caught her eye. Pausing from her work, she walked closer to discover it was coming from a strange looking liquid that sat in a small, corked bottle, while an ounce of it was in an adjacent wineglass. While momentarily transfixed by its novel appearance, she wasn’t at all surprised by its presence. What a strange-looking wine. Lady Estrel must not have finished this before she left, she figured. I’ll need to bring this back to the kitchen to clean it up.
…Or… another unexpected thought suddenly materialized in her mind, I suppose I could just drink it…
She recoiled slightly at the thought, as though it had come from someone other than herself. No, I could never do something like that! It would be completely improper! Although…it would just go to waste otherwise. I would normally be expected to clean up something like this and it’s not like Lady Estrel would want wine that’s been sitting out in an open glass all day anyway. Liza did say I needed to be more spontaneous. What better way to start?
Shaking her head free of these intrusive thoughts, she returned to her work. Altering her normal routine, she steered clear of the table, cleaning everything else around it until the rest if the room was pristine. Then, she swept underneath the table, followed by lifting the bottle and wineglass from the table, she cleaned the surface underneath them. Each moment she spent near the invitingly glowing beverage seemed to entice her further. Finally, there was nothing left except the glass, which she stared at for a full minute before glancing warily over her shoulder to a hallway that had been empty this entire time.
Shrugging off the last of her reluctance, she raised the glass to her lips and gulped down its contents. Smiling at the mild rush she got from finally doing something against her nature, she smacked her lips at the pleasing sweet taste. That…actually tasted quite good! Nodding in satisfaction, she headed toward the door to take the glass to the kitchen, but she only took a single step before she froze in her tracks.
GUUURRRGLE! A sharp rumble suddenly sounded from her stomach, following by a warm, tingling sensation. Huh? Is it supposed to feel like—HNNGH!
Her entire abdomen was quickly gripped by a painful tightening, causing her to stagger against a table and drop the wine glass, sending it to shatter against the floor. The warmth had not ceased, but instead spread upward into her chest. Looking down, her eyes widened in shock as she saw the front of her dress begin to bulge outward, putting a sudden strain on the fabric not designed for such tension. She watched with mouth agape as the bulge continued to inflate until it was touching the tabletop that was still several inches away a moment before. As the sensation traveled throughout the rest of her body, her broadening hips stretched the cloth that contained them to their limit before it finally gave out, ripping in several places and revealing thickening, brawny legs approaching the consistency of tree trunks, which also began to lengthen and push her body slowly upward, her calves became more and more exposed under the remains of her dress.
Sierra continued to stare in disbelief at her rapidly shifting form, which started to shudder with a mixture of apprehension, anxiety and something…entirely new that was beginning to build inside of her. “Wh—what’s happening to mmmnnnNNGUUHH!”
That last moan had dropped her voice nearly a full octave as the changes suddenly intensified. Her torso stretched several inches, tearing her tattered dress completely in half and revealing cobblestone abs. Her shoulders and arms followed the example set by her legs, but in a more violent fashion, exploding out of her sleeves in unison with her chest, which ballooned outward again and slammed the full weight of her breasts against the table, sending cracks through the wood.
Looking upward for the first time, Sierra caught her reflection on a large mirror on the far wall. With each passing moment, more of her torso came into view as she continued to sprout in height, but her frame couldn’t be contained by the mirror’s width, as more bulk packed onto her massive shoulders, biceps and breasts. However, her gaze soon became more focused on her face, which also began to alter itself. Any youthful chubbiness in her cheeks melted into more mature angles, her eyelashes and lips became fuller, and her green eyes became more saturated in color. Those eyes that stared back though…it was as if something was emerging behind them.
UhhnnNNF…! Getting…guuh…hard to think… she realized, as her mind began to descend into a peculiar fog. What is…who…
“…MmmMMMNGH yesss…” she purred in bliss, as her hair burst free of its ties and cascaded down the wide canals of her powerful back, having brightened from a dull auburn into a fiery red hue. The voice was unrecognizable as Sierra’s and came from a mouth that was only once hers. In fact, as the morphing of her form reached its end, every trace of the woman known as Sierra was virtually gone. The being looking into the mirror grinned at the imposing, erotic display that she observed. Skin that was once pale and seldom touched by sunlight now nearly gleamed with a healthy tan, and covered a veritable masterpiece of engorged, dominant musculature and inviting, voluptuous femininity.
“So this is what I look like,” the new demi-goddess of a woman asserted, twisting herself every which way to see every angle of her nearly 8 foot body. “Oh, this looks VERY fun…” she pumped an arm and watched her bicep expand and throb with latent energy, “…in MANY different ways.” She used her opposite hand to cup her bulbous breast before letting it bounce back into place. “But just to make sure it isn’t all for show…”
Eyeing Estrel’s sizable mahogany armoire, which once took four grown men to move into her room, she lifted it clean over her head with one swift tug. Unleashing the power stored in her beefy arms, she crushed the furniture between her hands, collapsing it into splinters as the many stylish dresses fell out in a heap.
“MMMMM, that felt good!” She intoned, looking around the room for her next victim, until she heard approaching footsteps from the hall.
Appearing from around the corner were three of the house guards, alerted by the commotion caused by the destroyed armoire. “Halt, intruder! Identify yourseeeeh…?” The lead guard’s voice faltered as his eye level was forced upward by the unexpected nude, buxom, behemoth of a woman he had just discovered. His face, like the two behind him was contorted a mixture of shock with a hint of arousal.
“Ooo, more friends to play with!” Their target giggled with mischievous glee as the men struggled to compose themselves.
“I—identify yourself, intruder!” The guard repeated, though he had wholly forgotten saying it the first time.
“That’s a very good idea,” she pondered in an unexpectedly thoughtful tone. “I suppose I should give myself a name. I wouldn’t want to use that other little shrimp’s name, so let’s see…I’ve always liked the name Madeline…or maybe just Maddy. Yes, that will do nicely!”
The guard glanced at the others behind him, but they returned the same perplexed look he had. “And who are you, exac—OOOMPH!”
In a blink of an eye, he was slammed against the wall, pinned there by Maddy’s massive arms and her cleavage pressed against the bottom half of his face. “I’m tired of talking,” she uttered coyly, biting her bottom lip and reveling in the astonished expression in his eyes. “Isn’t there something else you boys would rather be doing?”
The sound of swords unsheathing behind her answered her question, but not quite in the way she wanted. After a quick roll of her eyes, Maddy flipped the captive guard over her shoulder and onto the bed. Now facing the others, she grabbed the incoming blades thrust at her midsection, freezing the advancing guards in place.
“Aw, why so rough?” she taunted, smirking at their reaction to her undamaged hands clutching the sharpened steel. Momentarily distracted, they weren’t prepared for the sudden tug she gave, pulling them close enough to wrap both of them in a headlock. Finally recovering, the guard on the bed began to sit up, only to be pummeled deeper into the mattress by Maddy’s ponderous ass which snapped apart and collapsed the entire bedframe. Though his armor protected him from being crushed, he gasped to refill his lungs with the air knocked out of them.
“Oh, quit squirming,” Maddy scolded playfully at the men stuck against and under her. “Or maybe continue, depending on how you do it. Although…” she paused, running a finger against one of the guards’ chainmail and giving a disappointed look, “all these bothersome pieces if metal would be a chore to pull off of you. Maybe I need to find someone more…comfortably clothed. Still, this was stimulating. Maybe I’ll be back later for another round.”
She rose to her feet with two of the guards’ heads still clasped within her armpits, backing up a few steps before releasing them and shoving them onto the mattress with the third. Then, blowing them a quick kiss, she leaped backward through the window, laughing as she sent shards of shattered glass scattering outward into the now-exposed courtyard. Scrambling off the bed, the guards rushed after her and looked down, but she had already disappeared.
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