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The Transformations of Lady Fairfax: A Gothic Transgender Growth Story
🕑 Added 2025-06-13 12:37:11 +0000 UTCEmbellish, enhance, exaggerate. Show my best sides—and make them bigger!
Here comes the final version of Lady Fairfax, now in ebook format! The story as is is still available here on my patreon, but hopefully I'll get some fresh eyes on it in this format! And if you need to reread, then I hope you enjoy it again.
Felicity Fairfax is out to make a statement. She’s trans, and not afraid to show it—not even to the reactionaries of the upper class. And Louis, fresh-faced artist, is going to help her. Because Lady Fairfax is no shrinking violet: she’s big, she’s powerful, and she’s only growing more so when her magic portrait is painted. Louis has no idea what he has gotten himself into—but when his seductive patron swells bigger in all the best ways at the stroke of his brush, he has to see how far she’ll go.
Can Louis keep up with his insatiable employer? Will the mansion survive Felicity’s fantastic transformation? And when she becomes a true giantess, out for revenge against a toxic transphobe, will Louis find a way to reign her in before the collateral damage becomes catastrophic?
This 7,100 word story contains: Hyper Futa/Transwoman (Solo), Transformation, Expansion (PE/BE/AE, Big to Room-Filling), Excessive Fluids, Giantess (Amazon to Macro), Size Difference.
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The Transformations of Lady Fairfax: A Gothic Transgender Growth Story
Felicity Fairfax was many things. A woman of prodigious means, an aristocrat, and a recluse. Her name was a word of power in the villages around her estate, a talisman and a swear, where the families had paid fealty to the lords for generations. But the world was moving on, and Lady Fairfax moved with it. She would not stay in her ancestral home, as grandiose as it was stagnant; no, Felicity meant to sally forth, winning friends and influence far and near, and to join the forces of progress. To do that, she needed arms; art and culture, the weapons of choice in the rarefied air of upper-class society.
Which is where Louis came in. A bright young painter, fresh from his apprenticeship with an old master in the city, he was en route to the Fairfax domain for the first true commission of his professional life: A portrait of the Grand Lady.
It was his lucky break, and he knew it. He could hardly sit still. Even as the loveliest pastoral landscape rolled by his coach, through rolling hills and winding paths, his inner eye was firmly trained on the task ahead and the bright, golden future it heralded, should he succeed. If he hadn’t been so single-minded, perhaps, he might have seen the signs of what was to come: How the sprawling fields and forests grew strangely tall and lush, and the lovely lasses that tended them grew lusher still.
But if Louis’s thoughts had been in the clouds, his face-to-face meeting with Felicity soon brought him crashing back to the real world. A woman of her stature demanded nothing less than his full attention…
“Lady Fairfax? Madam?” Louis called, rapping his knuckles tentatively at the dark, oaken door that had been left open to the drawing room. A servant had received him and sent him upstairs, but did not accompany him past the foyer. So Louis had been left to climb the stairs, his heartbeat quickening as he ascended, past old coats of arms, fading tapestries, and the weight of centuries that hung heavy in the air. Announcing his presence, he stepped into the drawing room—and promptly lost his breath.
Felicity turned towards him. “Ah, the painter. So glad you’ve made it.” She was a titan of a woman, at least two heads taller than the city boy, with a figure framed against the windows like that of a Greek goddess; that is, if her particular sculptor’s obsession had been to create an Aphrodite so tempting and curvaceous that it defied human limits. The combination of sexy and sombre resulted in a dark-haired beauty that would fit as well in a throne room as in a burlesque—though Louis thought better than to say the latter out loud.
“Y-yes,” he said, nodding his assent in the absence of his normally glib tongue. Gods, she was pretty! It took all of his willpower to avoid the gravitational pull on his eyes of her vast, burgeoning cleavage, practically spilling out of her silken robe and teasing a view of what remained precariously covered.
“The trip was not too arduous, I hope. Please, make yourself comfortable. I’m most eager to get started.”
“Already? I mean—of course, my lady. I’ll fetch my gear right away.”
“There’s no need. I have everything that you will require right here.” She gestured towards the side of the room, where a canvas and easel had been set and prepared. “You’ll be my guest for a few days at least, so I took the liberty of anticipating your needs. And I wouldn’t want anything but the best materials for your art.”
“Well, shucks. Thank you, your ladyship. Yes, I’ll get ready. Maybe just a glass of water, and I’ll get cracking.”
“By all means. Wouldn’t want you to be thirsty while you work on my painting, would we?” She smiled coquettishly at him. “Perhaps just a little.”
Louis caught himself blushing—badly—and took cover behind the canvas. “So, er. What style of portrait are you wanting? Something classic, I presume? Stately, like the royals? Safe, makes a good impression.”
“I was thinking of something more candid,” she said and undid her robe.
Louis looked up just in time to watch it fall open—and all but froze in stunned silence as the Lady of the manor bared herself completely for him. If keeping his eyes in check had been a challenge before, now it became impossible. Especially as they, working entirely on automatic, scanned down his luscious host’s front and ended between her legs to reveal that Lady Fairfax’s gender situation was not as simple as he had assumed. In other words, they fixed themselves on her incredibly fat girlcock.
She let him gawk and process the situation with a mild, knowing smile on her face. Shock and awe was evidently a common reaction to her presence, and she was in no hurry to startle him out of it. And why not? The towering aristocrat’s endowments were incredible. Her thick, veiny cock not only reached her knees, but surpassed them, and her balls looked big and virile enough to bathe any lover lucky enough to spend the night with her in thick, virile seed. And the spectacle of her loins never muted the rest of her body; the magnificent thickness of her hips and her thighs, the power of her limbs, and the impossible shapeliness of her enormous chest. A feast of effortless sensuality; all while retaining an aura of regal elegance.
“I—I’ll just have that glass of water,” Louis stammered, finally.
Felicity laughed. “Please do. And some deep breaths. I wouldn’t want you to have come all this way just to choke on it.”
Louis promptly went into a coughing fit, mid-drink. What else of hers might he choke on? But the painter recovered valiantly; reddening, but resolute.
“Right! Okay. Candid. Extremely so. A full-figured—” he almost choked again “—portrait. Any particular pose that you’re wanting?” He looked up at her, as if to say ‘are you sure’, but flinched under her smouldering gaze and retreated promptly to his station behind the canvas.
Was this really going to be his first entry into the world of art? An erotic piece of a bawdy noble? Well, it would pay well—and lewd or not, with Lady Fairfax’s name and influence behind him, he could still make a splash in the scene.
Felicity arranged herself skillfully on the sofa. “You’re the expert. Direct me as you will and sketch away. We have no shortage of paper or paint. My only request,” she said, her smile turning sly, “is that you faithfully capture the grandeur of my body. Embellish, enhance, exaggerate. Show me from the biggest side that you can.” There was nothing subtle by the way she laid a hand on her gigantic girlcock, shifting her hips to put herself in the best possible light.
“Yes, ma’am.” The blush on Louis’ cheeks were settling in as something of a permanent feature in her presence, a rosy touch that made him all the cuter as he settled in to work. Embellish, she said. Even his most conservative drawing of the ample Lady would leave his critics accusing him of crass caricature. And she wanted more? Well, it was her buck. He might as well go all out…
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