A strange feeling filled Melona. It was as though she were being filled with water, not simply drinking it but having it completely fill her body, as though she had nothing inside her but fluid. The pressure built within her as the filling sensation continued; something needed to give, but her flesh resisted the change. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling. Truth be told, it was more than a little arousing.
Melona tried to slow her breathing. This wasn't the time or the place for such thoughts. She needed to work on her spells. This must have just been a misfire. She could ask one of her teachers about it tomorrow. With any luck the glowing and the urge to grind her hips against something or someone until they broke and she could go find something else and then keep going and--
"No!" Melona clenched a fist, digging her nails into her palm. This was just a misfire. That was all it was, a misfire. The pressure at this point had become almost painful. Melona wondered if it would start to hurt. A small, perverted voice within her hoped it would. Not a lot, of course. Just enough to be fun.
For some reason, Melona remembered being at a show a few years back. A witch was showing off her elemental talents for the masses. It was a simple enough spell; all she did was control water to move from a barrel into a wineskin. That wasn't impressive on its own. No, what was impressive was how much she could water she could fit into the skin, mercilessly forcing it in. The leather (or canvas? or some alchemical fabric? It was hard to remember, especially now) resisted for a while, but soon it started to stretch. Melona watched, enthralled, as the leather was finally forced to accommodate its contents. It started to stretch, groaning as though in pain or rapture, growing far beyond what it should have until finally the slightest rip emerged in it and--
"Aaah!" The combination of pleasure, discomfort, and the suddenly-uncomfortable image of an overfilled wineskin exploding snapped Melona out of her trance. She looked down, and nearly screamed again.
She had grown. Not upwards, sadly, but at least outwards by a little bit. She cupped her breasts, breasts that hadn't existed until a moment ago, and gave them a squeeze. They didn't quite fill her hands, but the sensation was unmistakable. Melona's hands wandered down her body, and she thrilled to find them being pushed outwards by the new curve of her hips. Like her breasts, it wasn't much, but they were wide enough to be recognizable as a woman's hips. Her once-far-too-loose robes were now slightly clinging to her.
She wondered what had just happened. It felt as though she was being filled with fluid, but her body still felt like flesh and bone. The only thing she could think to do was...
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