After spending enough time working with these people, there's only one person you've had your sights on: Princess Camilla. Every time you were able to catch a glimpse of that wonderful form, with such power, with such grace and beauty, you felt yourself want it even more. You HAD to have that body for yourself, it was a perfect one to test your power on. You'd spent enough time learning her schedule, and now the timing was perfect, she was alone tonight. You lay yourself down in your bed and focus your mind on Camilla's form, her beauty, your desire to have it all under your and only your command... and in an instant your vision darkens and comes back, but you're now somewhere completely different.
"Where-" Your hands shoot up to grab your throat. Then you look at them. Armored. "Am I- my voice... I'm-" You pick up a hand mirror and hold it to your face, and you're stunned. "I'm... It's... mine... at last..." You had done it, her body now belonged to you! That dream wasn't lying! You couldn't believe it! In mere moments you had tore all her armor off, leaving her in just simple black undergarments. You reach up and fondle those lovely, soft, bountiful breasts... heavenly, just as you'd always imagined they'd feel. "Camilla... oh, sweet dear Camilla... You're finally mine... and I'm finally where I deserve..." You moan with a smirk, running your hands all over your new beautiful self.
You weren't just soft now, no, you were TONED! Your womanly form held the strength of ten men, easily. It was subtle, but your stomach and arms were well defined with musculature for you to reap the benefit of. "To think... I'd be stronger as well."
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