The green fairy buzzes through the caravan leaving a trail of glittering fairy dust behind her and wherever the dust falls strange changes begin to take hold
As the dust settles on the women of the caravan they begin the breath heavily, their clothes seem to constrict, their bones seem to ache
Then all at once they begin to grow!
Blouses rip, corsets burst, skirts are torn to ribbons as the women expand and enlarge. Blondes, brunettes, and redheads shoot towards the sky their breasts swelling and their legs stretching out beneath them like tree-trunks
Some of the wagons cannot bear the weight and collapse, some of the women reel, dizzy with the change, and accidentally trod upon their men-folk, who only moments before had stood masterful and commanding against these gentle dames and maidens
The fairy giggles as the scene comes to rest; a dozen giantesses standing amidst crushed wagons and panicked men. Gawking in wonder at what has happened to them
The fairy darts off into the depths of the forest and then...
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