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In the fantastical land of Amonar, a wizard crafts a beautifying potion, but chaos ensues

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Chapter #7

The Rise of the Bandit Queen

    by: Ciel Author IconMail Icon
The enhanced Jesarin lumbered through the forest, admiring her beautifully sculpted new form. Her right arm curled to expose a bicep as large as her head at her old size. A moan escaped her lips when her hand gave one her engorged breasts a squeeze,sliding down her midsection to her washboard abs. Everything about this body was magnificent! And the power...oh, the power! Jesarin felt ready to simply burst from the magical energies swirling within her. The bandit queen’s deep laughter echoed through the forest as she pondered her good fortune. What had meant to be a routine robbery had led to her becoming the most powerful and beautiful woman on the continent!

Alas, the potion had come at the price of her men. Having them around would have certainly made her next plans easier, but Jesarin had already come up with an idea for some replacements. On the edge of the forest lay her next destination; the small town of Corwen. The journey would normally be quite a walk but, eager to test her new body, Jesarin had no complaints. She broke into a sprint and began flying across the forest at breakneck speed. Her massive strides covered an impressive amount of ground, not to mention leaving rather deep footprints in her wake. It was only about ten minutes later that Jesarin realized she’d been sprinting at full speed, yet she didn’t feel the slightest tinge of exhaustion. She willed herself to run even faster, but still felt no strain on her body, a fact that brought a sinister smile to her face. There seemed to be nothing about her that this potion hadn’t amplified tenfold.

After another ten minutes or so of sprinting, the massive bandit queen had reached the outskirts of the town. The pair of guards standing watch at the entrance simply stared mouths agape as the barely-clothed amazonian elf strode towards them.

“Hello, boys,” Jesarin cooed in a sweet tone that belied her enormous form. “Would you mind helping a little lady out?”

Clearing his throat and adjusting his helmet, one of the guards spoke up. “H-how can we help you, miss?”

“Well you see,” Jesarin continued sweetly as she approached, “I’ve recently lost all of my companions in a rather bloody attack. I only barely escaped with my life! But now I’ve no one to travel with! So I was wondering” – she bent down a bit to come closer to the men – “if I could recruit some new companions here.”

With a clutch of her staff, both men’s bodies began to glow a bright white, and they clutched their heads in pain. Normally, dominating someone’s mind for even a brief period of time was a feat only the most talented of sorcerers could achieve. Yet with the unfathomable power bestowed upon her by the potion, Jesarin was finding it trivial to not just control their minds, but rewrite them. Only moments later, the two men dropped to their knees in reverence of her, now permanent slaves to her will.

Of course, all this had not gone unnoticed by the townsfolk. The screams of women and children intermixed with the cries and orders of adventurers and soldiers that had answered the town’s alarm bell. Jesarin simply stood with hands on her hips and a wicked grin on her face as her soon-to-be new followers assembled itself for her. Around two dozen guards, fighters, and mages had converged at the entrance to confront this strange threat.

“You, elf woman!” bellowed a bearded man in scale mail. “What have you done to those men? Release them from your bewitchment at once!”

Jesarin replied with a hearty laugh, startling some of her foes with its sheer power and volume.

“I’m afraid there is no going back from what they are now, little one. But don’t worry; you’ll soon be joining them.”

“Fool. As powerful as you may be, you truly believe you can handle all of us at once?”

“Yes, it is nearly twenty-five-to-one. Rather unfair, isn’t it? Perhaps I need to even the odds just a bit…”

Practically bursting with anticipation, Jesarin pulled out the glowing vial of potion and uncorked it. She took a quick sip and resealed it. The townsfolk did not have to wait long to see the latest effects of the potion.

With a mighty roar, the enormous Jesarin began to expand once more. What little clothing that still clung to her body burst off as she swelled past eight feet and neared nine. Her thighs and arms thickened with even more muscle, her prodigious breasts ballooned even larger. The sheer amount of magic appeared too much for even Jesarin’s new body to contain; a brilliant white glow emanated from her voluptuous form as her growth slowed to a halt at just under eleven feet tell. Her beautified face had been enhanced to the point where might not even need magic to enthrall someone of weaker will.

“Oh, my!” Jesarin exclaimed. “Such power!” The amazon curled her arm once again to flash a bicep that made some of the crowd gasp in awe. “And I do mean power! Gods, I feel like I could take on the world! Just watch how simple this will be!” Clutching her now ridiculously small staff, she pointed the brilliantly glowing tip at the crowd. In a matter of moments, every last one of her enemies writhed pain the same way the first two soldiers had, and one by one they fell to their knees. An eerie silence fell over the village as its inhabitants realized their defenders had been cowed with only token effort by this massive sorceress. Little did they realize she had done far worse than simply defeat them.

“Absolutely wonderful. Now, my new followers: arise!” At her command, the enthralled fighters rose to their feet in unison. “This little town shall be my new base of operations, and your gathering hall my new home. Your mission is to bring me all the valuables this town has to offer. Every last coin, piece of jewelry, magical item or anything else worth the tiniest bit of gold shall be presented as your offering to me. Any who resist shall be brought to me for...persuasion. Now go.”

As the town’s former protectors set out to ransack it to sate their new master’s greed, Jesarin’s enormous, more than half-ton body entered the town proper. Each heavy footstep sent cracks spidering through the cobble streets, something the bandit queen found deeply satisfying - almost as wonderful as the jiggles of the massive boulders jutting out from her chest. The blossoming tyrant soon arrived at the tall doors of the gathering hall and chose to simply plow straight through them, further terrifying the civilians who’d taken shelter inside. Without even a word, Jesarin raised her staff to convert them into a new throng of servants.

“Oh, I can hardly believe this is all real!” she boomed, deafening laughter echoing through the hall. “I’m the most powerful person in all the realm, both in strength and in magic. An entire town fell to me in mere minutes. Soon, it will be entire kingdoms, because this is only the start of how powerful I’ll become, all thanks to this...little…”
Jesarin trailed off at the horrifying realization that the potion vial was no longer wedged in her cavernous cleavage. All her plans, all her power was just lying on the ground, waiting for someone else to seize it.

“No…” she seethed. “NOOOOO!”

The elven behemoth crashed through the remains of the doors to the hall in a mad dash toward the town’s entrance. Upon reaching the place where the tattered remains of her clothes had fallen, her eyes widened as she noticed the glowing potion vial was...
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