Once the booming footsteps of the massive, green-haired elf had faded, Clare dared to peek through the curtains of her side window. The peasant girl had scrambled to hide the moment she’d seen the monstrous woman grow even larger and turn many of her fellow townsfolk into mindless slaves, ordering them to pilfer any valuables from the town. Ironically, Clare’s impoverished status seemed to work in her favor, as her unassuming hovel had seemingly escaped their notic. But she was certain her luck wouldn’t hold forever. With the coast momentarily clear, Clare stuffed a few tattered pairs of clothes into a bag and promptly bolted out the door.
Fortunately, it appeared most of the elf’s mind-slaves were occupied with other parts of town, as Clare saw a clear path to the nearby woods. She continued her full-speed sprint until the ground beneath her twisted and sent her tumbling. She looked back at the ground to see a pile of torn garments the giant elf had outgrown. More importantly, though, her gaze fell upon a glowing vial nearly buried beneath the garments. The peasant girl quickly recognized it as the vial the green-haired giantess had drunk from. What sort of potion could imbue someone with that sort of power? Perhaps she could take it to an alchemist once she reached safety, because she was certainly ignorant of the craft herself.
Clare’s heart stopped when she once again heard loud thuds. In the distance, she spotted Jesarin sprinting towards her with freakish speed.
“Crap,” she whispered fearfully. “She must be coming back for this.”
Her fear only intensified when she realized what that meant. There was quite a bit of potion left in this vial. If this woman got it back, who knows how big and powerful she could become? Clare also figured that if even she relinquished it willingly, she would still wind up either enslaved or killed. If she drank it herself, she might have a fighting chance against this beautiful monster, but what if the potion is what made the elf woman so evil to start with? Clare shuddered at the thought of being coming just as cruel and heartless.
Still, with the giantess rapidly approaching, Clare made a quick decision to uncork the potion.
“Don’t you DARE!” Jesarin boomed. “YOU LITTLE WORM! PUT THAT DOWN! I COMMAND YOU!”
Clare didn’t need to be a mage to understand what was coming when Jesarin began raising her staff. Deciding it was the least bad of her two choices, Clare threw her had back, pouring a good half the vial down her throat.
“NOOOO!” the enraged Jesarin roared.
Just as she recorked the potion, Clare felt Jesarin’s spell claw at her mind, influencing her thoughts and attempting to turn her into another brainwashed slave. But Clare was hardly someone of weak willpower who would surrender without a fight. More importantly, the power of the potion began coursing through her body. Lack of magical training meant Clare couldn’t take full advantage of the storm of mana brewing within her, but it proved more than enough to ward off Jesarin’s spell.
Shortly after, the real effects kicked in.
In an instant, Clare’s body went from that of a petite young woman to a mighty warrior. Bulging biceps burst through her sleeves, while her quad ripped holes in her trousers. Her shirt crept up her torso, exposing a taut stomach from which hard abs quickly erupted. The damage done to her clothes by her swelling bulk was quickly outdone by her entire body surging in size. Gone was her five-foot-five height, quickly growing to six and then seven as she stood up.
“Ohhh,” Clare moaned. “Oooh, Gods.”
“You bitch!” Jesarin seethed.
Not content to stand idly by, the bandit queen charges the growing girl to deliver a swift kick to her midsection. Clare’s body ragdolled a dozen yards back before landing with a painful thud. A normal person’s body would’ve been shattered by just a fraction of the force Jesarin put into that strike. Yet, incredibly, the growing Clare laid prone for only a moment before once again standing up, now well over eight feet tall.
“How?!” the bandit queen raged. She leaped towards her target once again, but by then Clare had already reached Jesarin’s own size. The gigantic girl reeled from the strike but seemed unscathed.
Clare’s rate of growth seemed to be rapidly accelerating thanks to the enormous dose she’d swallowed. At the same time, the beautification effects of the potion went to work. Her shoulder-length blonde hair shone with sudden luster. Any bumps blemishes on her pearlescent skin vanished just as quickly. Her wide waist narrowed and her hips widened ever-so-slightly, giving her a delightful hourglass figure.
Of course, as she reached and surpassed twelve feet tall, the most noticeable change was Clare’s chest. Her once-small breasts had already ballooned to the point where her hands could no longer cup them, and they had only accelerated their growth. Clare’s hands sank into the mounds of titflesh as they continued to swell bigger and bigger. Incredibly, even as they began to rival her head in size, her massive tits only seemed to get firmer and perkier.
By now, Clare had nearly doubled Jesarin’s height, leaving the bandit queen frightened but unable to force herself to flee, fixated on Clare’s wondrous transformation.
With a groan that shook the earth, Clare’s body simply exploded with growth. Before either of them knew it, Clare had shot past thirty feet tall. Extra muscle continued to pile onto seemingly every inch of her body aside from her still-swelling tits.
“Such...such power!” the burgeoning goddess exclaimed between labored breaths. “More...more!”
The potion gave Clarre precisely what she wanted, continuing to transform her into a towering colossus of might and beauty. It wasn’t until she petered out at a whopping fifty feet tall that Clare began coming back down to earth.
Panting and sweating from the intensity of her transformation, Clare spent a moment not only catching her breath, but surveying the tiny town. Most homes didn’t even come up to her waist. The hovel she once resided in could have been effortlessly demolished with only a few steps.
Clare’s hands explored her new body, running over the contours of her muscles and her newly enlarged chest. Flexing her massive bicep, she gasped at the raw strength she could feel beneath her perfectly sculpted flesh. A mix of awe, disbelief, and excitement hit Clare as the reality of the situation set in. A poor, unassuming little peasant girl was now, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the most beautiful, powerful being in all the realm! She was stronger than any army, more gorgeous than any noble maiden! In fact, Clare was so caught up in her own power, she seemed to have forgotten about the bandit queen at her feet, now thoroughly outmatched but happy to take advantage of Clare’s infatuation with herself...
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