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En-Dear To Me (Rogue to Princess) Pt. 2
🕑 Added 2021-01-26 23:29:17 +0000 UTC
Ender did not sleep at all, shifting about uncomfortably, his groin stiff and tender throughout the night. He didn't want anymore dreams, any more pink laden, pony ridden fake memories to replace his dingy birthright. It was weird to hold so hard onto all of the worst ones, but those terrible memories were proof of who he was, not some pampered princess. It didn't help how much days of hard riding had plumpened his thighs, the muscle healing with fat instead of reforming toughened and tempered. Making things more bothersome was the rising heft of his rear, his pants beginning to feel like his jerkin two days ago, that tightness not boding well and the newly cushioned bottom occasionally lulling him to sleep, yet the siren call of ladies giggling at tea time always tore him awake, his heart racing, bandages noticeably tighter as sunlight trickled in through his tent.
Velor's snoring could be heard as he passed her tent, Blushing in embarrassment at his earlier anger towards her. It wasn't her fault she was hexed. He'd apologize once it was over... though not until after she apologized with the rest of the team for going along with this. Except for Gwarf. Gwarf was fine.
They always changed shifts after breakfast, the ashes from last night quickly cleared away as he got some tinder out. For a second he forgot how to use it, the memories vague, but muscle memory was stronger and he quickly got a tiny flame going, though it frustrated him how much weaker his hands had gotten ever since they went full princess. The plains had been full of oats which Basty- er, Sebastian had collected as they rode, a decently sized black cooking pot and some water all he needed to get breakfast going.
"HHHNNGH! HFFF! HNNNFMMFMFM GAH!"
And that's when he found out he could no longer lift it with ease anymore.
S-Surely it was just because it was early and he just had to lift it once and it'd be easy! On the fifth attempt he looked like he was going to die as it rose from the ground, the thick iron brushing against untrampled stalks of grass as he heaved it to the fire. His teeth grinded from the exertion, his jaw shrinking into itself with every step. Fabric was spooling out from the ends of his gloves too, white sleeves with a hint of pink to the color draping the muscleless creases of his arms, the pot slipping from his grip as his fingers were swallowed by gloves. Thankfully he was already at the stand by then, the pot clanging as it fell onto its usual holder. The commotion woke up Majestor from his guard duty, popping out to see Ender, collapsed on the grass, looking despondently at the stream 500 meters from their camp.
"Er, Ender if you need help you can always-"
"SHUT IT! I'M FINE!"
Majestor looked from him to the river and back, blushing at Ender's bandages, their perkiness very apparent when bound up that tightly.
"I am just saying that if you need me to help with-"
"I SAID I'M FINE! I DID THIS YESTERDAY WITH NO PROBLEM! IT'S JUST WATER!"
To both of their surprise, at the word water a pink and blue flash of light popped in front of Ender's angrily outstretched pointer finger, a jet of clear water gushing out and nearly ruining the fire and dowsing Majestor. Ender had some sense to stuff his finger in the pot until the spell finished, a perfect amount of water filling it, though his expression was very neutral.
"Ender when did you learn mag-"
"I DIDN'T-"
The scream died when he turned, all of Majestor's rippled abs glistening in the warm glow of dawn, Ender's cheeks blushing as the strong adventurer shook his hair dry in the rising light, the hypnotic display of it all only partially ruined by a sudden hot stab of pleasure in his gut.
Thankfully, he had cut off the squeak in time, but it was hard to understate just how good it had felt, a full circle added to his hair as his hood popped off once more, side bangs curling as Ender gasped at the surprising feeling. He didn't want to check down there, but given how tightly his pants were stretched, it was noticeable that some room had opened up in the front, though he was still a man. He quickly got busy with making the porridge, trying to forget just how it had felt or what had caused him to feel so worked up. It was the final indignity he'd face until he killed the bitch who did this to him. Majestor meanwhile tried his best to stay silent, deciding it best to not comment on how, well, showy Ender's movements were.
There was a sway to his gait, an elegance to the way he dropped the ingredients in and for a moment he seemed to try and brush back hair with a movement near his waist, the rogue looking rather embarrassed when he realized there was nothing there to adjust... yet. It took a little longer than usual to add in the herbs and berries, a worried look of confusion on his face that was admittedly sort of cute on his softer features, though Majestor silenced the thought, feeling perturbed at the thought of having feelings past camaraderie. He couldn't imagine the kind of stress he was going through, and the last thing he wanted to do to their burgeoning princess was add to their stress, which was made incredibly hard by the next few minutes.
Ender usually enjoyed music, belting every bawdy drinking song when he had a few cups in him and when they weren't in enemy territory, he was known to whistle a few eerie tunes, but as he waited for the food to cook, rather than his usual minor key whistles, without thinking, a cheery tune began tweeting from his lips. Said lips were growing plumper, yet that wasn't what Majestor was watching, Ender's back to the pot as a show from the forest began.
There was a happy look on the rogue's face, like he was remembering something, completely oblivious to the birds joining in on his tune, the bees buzzing to the rhythm. A few of them gathered around the pot, bending their beaks towards the rising smells and flying back without skipping a note, making looping trips as they dropped a variety of sweet smelling plants into the mush, the smells getting better with each added ingredient. He sat deathly still, trying not to alert the rogue to what he was doing, clenching his jaw to not say something as a few birds even cracked eggs over the pot, the bees from earlier returning with greater numbers to let a nice hunk of honeycomb simmer in the bubbling porridge. Ender finished the tune smiling, giggling girlishly into his hand before realizing what he was doing and hastily stirring the pot, the wildlife dispersed by the time he turned around. Even then he could feel Majestor's eyes staring a hole into his drills.
"Wh-What are you looking at dummy?!" Needless to say, Majestor decided to say nothing and just commented that breakfast would likely be great, causing Ender to give an annoyed HMMPH that was more cute than it probably should have been. The smells of breakfast woke up everyone else, Velor giggling at the gauzy sleeves Ender was sporting.
"My my princess, trying to show some modesty now?"
"My my Velor, trying to only get a half portion today?"
That got her to apologize quickly, though Ender was confused by the bits of egg floating in her portion when he ladeled it out. Where had that come from? All in all though it was delicious which relieved him, his cooking noticeably more touch and go than it used to be, another thing he couldn't wait to get back. And he would be getting it back the second he was alone with-
"Are you sure it's a good idea to let Endeara guard you today? He did try to attack you last night."
"Ehh?"
Ender looked at Basty, suddenly horrified and confused. Would he lose his chance?
Surprisingly it was Melixa who saved him.
"Oh Sebastian don't be silly! She was just trying to give me a hug, or pulling a prank. Endeara always was a feisty one!"
He was thankful, but something about her words shook him, the muscle visibly softening on his core, his bandages ever so slightly tighter as he squinted through a memory of herself going off on her own to explore the forest of father's lands and how much a fuss Basty made when he finally tracked her down hours lat-
"Bah!"
At this point the rest of the party was used to him making an annoyed grunt every now and then. This was only further proof that she must have been the one behind this. He smiled at her confidence, doling out a large serving of porridge for himself, so pleased he didn't even care that when he brought the spoon to his mouth, he blew on it a few times first, his legs crossed as he cooled each spoonful three times before swallowing. It really was good, the honey making it all slide down easily, and it seemed to take care of that annoying raspy feeling that had been plaguing him the last few days. He then realized what that meant as a quick test found his voice only squeaking out sopranic noises, no more cracks left.
Either way it didn't matter to him. He'd be back to who he was soon enough, their quest would end and things would go back to normal. He fingered the hilt of his sword as they finished, Sebastian opting to scout out their travel route for the next few days, though he gave a nervous glance at Ender as he left, Melixa smiling as she invited him in for tea. The tip of his sword dragged, his swordbelt drooping, the skull buckle a little loose as the pattern on it had faded over breakfast into something murkier. This was it, the final battle, the end of his troubles, just what vile thing would she try before her doom?
"Would you like one sugar or two dearie?”
Ender slammed his hand onto the table, trying to be threatening.
"Ah, five it is! I forgot how much you preferred sweets."
He flinched at her voice, the warm, grandmotherly tones feeling nostalgic, more memories popping up of her fussing at him, his cheeks stinging from pinches past as feminine slips of fat slid into them.
"B-Be quiet hag!"
For some reason it didn't feel right to threaten her, his words lacking any bite, already robed of his usual tone.
"Oh no need to be rude. How have the changes been? Everything moving along nicely? I know it must be hard to acclimate to royalty after so many years, but-"
"I! AM NOT! THE PRINCESS!"
Ender hissed it through clenched teeth, falling back into a plush chair only made plusher by his widening hips.
"Hmm, well yes you're right."
Finally an admission of guil-
"With your parents sadly gone you would be the queen once you came back."
More memories popped inside his mind, a weird feeling of going from orphan to parents to orphaned again, the silver skull beating itself into gold, more like a crystal ball than an edgy ornament.
"S-Stop it! Turn me back! I know this isn't real!"
She seemed confused, the tea pouring itself into a glass that had been in a few of his dreams the last few nights.
"That's what I'm doing! Don't worry soon you'll be yourself again and this will all just be a bad nightma-"
"NO! I AM ENDER! YOU HEXED ME AND CHANGED EVERYONE'S MEMORIES!"
Of all the emotions he expected to see in return, he didn't expect bashful pride.
"Oh my I really outdid myself with that memory charm, though you did help with the details. You always loved that series with the peasant boy, er what was his name again?"
Ender caught himself from saying Fenrir, suddenly remembering the only time Basty had gotten panicked the last few years being when he was reading through one of those, the details weirdly similar to his own upbringing. That had never made sense, yet now...
"N-No! I-I wouldn't-"
"Well I'm sorry to burst your bubble Endeara, but your story just doesn't make sense. Sebastian has a high resistance to magic. Surely you remember how many times he had to save you from those flights of fancy in the woods, trudging through hexed swamps and glamoured knolls."
"Er, um..."
The thought had occurred to him, he just didn't like dwelling on it. Basty was their go to for enchanted areas given how much immunity he had built up from years of fighting mages and dangerous adventures. He had even saved the party a number of times from that weird mage's Armor Succubuster spell whose effects still made Velor blush, and if there was ever a memory Ender wouldn't have minded forgetting, it would be what the spell had done to Gwarf.
"Um, y-you're evil and you're just trying to-"
"Me? Evil?! PFhahahahaha~! Oh my what a terrible evil witch I am. Trying to give the kingdom back its rightful ruler who will destroy Revilus's army. My word how would this benefit any follower of darkness? Have you even had any new negative impulses?"
He almost replied with staring at Majestor excessively, but saved himself the embarrassment, thinking back on the memories, the uncertainty surprising him as the metal ornaments on his boots clattered to the floor, making him shriek girlishly as his pant legs flopped out his boots, the cut growing more revealing as supple calves peeked from the drooping leather. It didn't matter that she was making more sense than him, it didn't matter that the memories felt good. HE didn't want them to be there, HE wasn't a princess and HE didn't care for whatever she was going to say next. He had to kill her before she could taint his mind with more lies, and facts and er, well reasoned argu-
"GAH Screw this! DIIIIEEE~!"
RIIIP
In one fluid motion, Ender pulled out his sword... about halfway, his fat ass pressing his cape tight to the chair as his shoulders rose faster than his ass allowed, his trusty cloak ripping down the middle, causing him to fall back down.
"Hyaaa~!"
The smack against his rear definitely had an effect, his lips trembling as his seat plumpened further, another cutesy moan leaking out as the tightness forced another shift in his groin that left him weak in the knees. It was a pitiful showing as he jerked at the handle of his sword, grunting as it took a few tugs to finally free the damn thing from its sheathe. From there it flailed down to the ground, Ender struggling to lift it more than a few inches before the weight of it pushed him back into his chair.
"Wh-Why can't I lift it?! ARGGH!!!"
He was sniffling, Melixa taking that moment to float over and give the struggling rogue a hug.
"There there dearie. It's okay."
"I-I'm strong! I'm a strong man!"
"Sure you are, why don't you drink some tea? I'm sure it'll help you feel better."
Ender stormed out. Well, he tried to at least, flailing about for a minute before getting up with his sword and dragging it behind him. It was only getting heavier, all of his muscles draining as he sulked out. He didn't even turn to Velor, hearing her snorts as he continued dragging his trusty blade in the grass, grunting with every pull, his pants slipping up past his knees by this point. His cape was more a shawl, the torn bottom half now merged with his belt as a very long skirt, the head of his golden skull buckle denting slightly inwards at the top. As he passed Sebastian's tent, something clattered inside, the sound of a chest breaking as something flung out the entrance, only slowing as it hovered over his head, drifting down. No matter where he went it followed, eventually landing softly in the midst of his pink tufts, a gold princess tiara crowning him.
"FUUUUUUUUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK! MAJESTOR GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE! I WANT A SPAR YOU LUMBERING OAF!"
It was the last straw, the last fucking straw for him. He needed something to attack, something he could take all his anger out on.
"Is something wrong Endear- er, Ender?"
The growl that resulted from his slip sounded like that of a feral cat as she stared daggers at him.
"Do you need your ears cleaned?! YOU! ME! SPAR! NOW!"
Majestor looked at how the rogue was struggling to stay standing with his sword, his knees quivering as he couldn't help notice that they seemed more angled together, quickly looking away as more of Ender's thighs were exposed from the shrinking shorts.
"Er, I don't think that's a wise idea Ende-"
"I don't think that's a wise wah wah wah shut the fuck up and fight me you coward! If you won't do it then I'll fucking tear you to shreds you NNGH you GAH you- G-GOD DAMMIT!"
It was hard to be threatening when she couldn't even lift her sword, struggling to raise it more than a few centimeters as she nearly toppled over. His waist was heaving from the effort, and both of them could see that the hyperventilating was only hastening the loosening of muscles in his abs, each breath leaving his waist a little slimmer, his breasts struggling under the bandages. Majestor wasn't sure how to approach, given his opponent could barely lift his weapon, not even drawing his sword as he tried to comfort him, getting kicked in the shins for his efforts.
"Draw your sword damn you! You're a warrior! FIGHT ME!"
"I just don't see a point to doing this. Surely you can see that your current sword is woefully unfi-"
"Fuck you! My 'sword' is fine as is!"
Majestor hoped that he could talk him down before he did anything rash.
"I'm just saying we might need to get you a new weapon... a lighter one..."
"J-Just shut up and spar! This party doesn't keep you around for your brains and I don't need to hear any more bright ideas from you right now!”
It was no use, and even Majestor's patience was being worn thin.
"Well excuuuuse me, prin-"
"DON'T YOU DARE FINISH THAT YOU- YOU-! GYAAA~!"
With one final bust of strength she attacked, raising her sword above her head and charging, screaming as she swung down on Majestor who barely had time to unsheathe his own. And as her sword landed, a sharp crack echoed, Ender's blade snapping near the base as he collapsed to the ground.
Ender was crying while he fruitlessly pounded on Majestor's muscled thighs, the rest of the camp staring awkwardly at them as the hero sheathed his sword and awkwardly patted his comrade on the back.
"IT'S NOT- SNFF F-FAAAAIR~!"
"There there, it'll be fine. You'll see. Here, let's get you up Ender."
The fight was gone from him as he accepted the help, slotting the stub of a sword left into his sheath, still misty eyed as Majestor led him to his tent, supporting the crying rogue every step of the way.
"I don wanna be a princess! I don wanna be a girl! I-I'm a cool rogue! A-And Strong!"
He was leaning on Majestor, nuzzling his impressive hair against his beefy arms finding the feeling strangely comforting.
"I'm sure you'll still be cool and strong. Just in a different way than you imagined. You're getting magic too! In fact, I bet by the time you're done, I won't be able to touch you. I'm sure you'll enjoy that eh Ender?"
Their sobs were subsiding, both now in his tent as Majestor gently lowered him to the ground.
"R-Really?"
"Of course. Didn't you say you always wanted to learn magic?"
He nodded, gripping Majestor tighter as he nestled himself in the folds of his arms, his breasts wobbling every now and then with growth, the "he" part very much in question if it weren't for the slight bulge tenting his shorts. Ender seemed to think about it for a bit, sighing as he plopped his head down on the hero's lap.
"Fine! I won't like it, but I can give it a shot. But I'm tired so, erm..."
He wiggled a bit, blushing as he asked, "C-Could you stay here a little longer? You were always the closest thing I had to a friend."
He nodded as Ender for the first time in days flickered a smirk, closing his eyes as his cheeks flushed red. There was something comforting about it as he drifted to sleep, a warm feeling in his chest that hardened, and something damp flowing out between his thighs as sleep took him.
---
Ender awoke refreshed, feeling strangely tingly, his panties damp with- H-His panties?! Fumbling about, he noticed parts of his pant waistline were stretching up, paler than the rest while segments of bandages had torn, pressing close to his softer stomach, but he'd worry about that later. Prying them out he was relieved to see his manly pride was still intact, though it was much reduced and nestled in a pair of frilly white panties.
"I wondered why you were making all those cute cooing sounds earlier. Good thing Majestor left a bit ago or you'd have given him quite the show."
The rogue squeaked when he realized he had an audience, Velor smirking as his hands released the cloth, a more pleasured coo leaking out with shock as he grit his teeth, feeling that same warmth from before spread out from his groin and into the pit of his stomach. He was blushing furiously, only growing cuter as his eyelashes popped under his frantic blinks, their sides thickening with mascara.
"P-Please Velor this is a really hard time and I could use a friend instead of a b-bully since I'm becoming a..."
The reluctant acceptance surprised his companion, and rewarded his mind with a warm drip of good feelings even if it was still only a half measure. Deciding not to tease him more as she couldn't help but notice the blue cardioid gem growing as he clutched his widening pants.
"It's fine, besides I had a few things I wanted to ask you about. Your abilities, can you-"
"Freeze!"
A small spark of pale blue light shot out, chilling the area and giving Velor's glasses frost marks.
"Well that's a yes to magic, though that's the boring elemental stuff even I can do with equipments. There's a few unique movesets my glasses are showing. Do you know what, "Aura of the Princess" and "Charisma of Royalty" do?"
Velor decided to not mention his strength and dexterity where nearly zeroed out, nor that his rogue class was neutered into question marks on her specs.
"Hmm?"
Ender seemed just as confused, mumbling the names of the two spells, not noticing his body was growing pinker with each mutter.
"Er Ender you'rey-y-yyou'r-"
"Hmm? I'm just trying to do that Aura of the Princess and Chrisma of Royalt-EEEE~!"
A pink glow filled the tent, his pants floofing out as they were purified and filled with feminine grace, an updraft hitting his panty clad groin as the seams split, his bandages writhing like a pit of snakes as pink spots sprouted into a uniform cover layer, the white strips slipping down into a half connection to the khaki skirt clinging to his hips. And amidst all this Velor had gotten down onto her knees, bowing to the embarrassed rogue as she seriously stated, "I swear to serve you as my mistress Endeara."
"... WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING VELOR?!"
That jogged her out of it, the scientist blushing for once herself as she stumbled to her feet, glancing at him through her specs.
"I c-couldn't help it okay! The damn changes are making your charisma spike! You could probably compel most people to do anything once you're finished becoming her if you mastered this ability."
A wicked smile flickered across his face, the first good news in a while.
"Oh anything you say?"
Images of nobles bowing down as they gave up their wealth, corrupt lords quitting their positions, getting Majestor to stri-
"V-Velor! I-I want Velor to strip not-"
In his panic, it activated again, Velor smiling as she said, "Yes my liege," and proceeded to start pulling off her robes.
"S-STAAAWP!"
When the compulsion to stop acting like a statue ended, both of them were glancing at the floor, silently agreeing not to speak of what almost happened.
"I, I think I better teach you. Before you get Gwarf to accidentally kill us or something."
"I-I'm sorry! I'm so so so sorry!"
And thus Ender's magical training began in earnest.
The next few days found Ender constantly traveling with her, even sharing tents as the inventor did her best to drill all the magic systems into Ender's feminizing skull. It was exhausting, but rewarding, the more comfortable magic became the more acclimated Ender grew towards certain ideas and feelings, not that he'd admit it quite yet, his blush increasingly girly whenever Velor smirked and yelled out "Tsunderprincess!" He seriously didn't like this stuff! It was just that, well he couldn't be useless so all this magical learning was a necessity, and he couldn't wear his normal clothes because the spell would just turn them into more dresses. And why if that was the case was he using some as pillows as they turned girlier? Er... p-princesses are picky and need comfort! N-not that he was one... yet. Besides the more he embraced femininity the better his magic became. Apparently magic was stored in the breasts for girls and well, the royal family was abundantly blessed.
No he wasn't enjoying it, the giggling was just a side effect of the fun memories coming in and his old self, alternative self, whatever peeking out. The next time his shift came around to guard Melixa, rather than attack her, he swallowed his pride and asked for pointers, finding her presence familiar and comforting as they discussed magic over tea. She did have one request though, twiddling his thumbs in embarrassment as he made a request.
"Er, would it be okay to keep some memories? I'm not in denial or whatever anymore... but I would prefer not to lose my cooking skills."
Thankfully she was more than accommodating and either way, much of the last few years were his memories so it wouldn't be fair to deprive him of that time. That and without his cooking skills, most of the food was bland, though he could have done without her asking if this was to cook for Majestor more often.
"O-Of course! He's a member of the party isn't he? That's all he- STOP SMIRKING!"
The magmatic straits were always a pain to travel through, but they also held a great reward near the end of them, the greatest hot springs in all of the known world, so beloved that even Revilus had a cease fire agreement with the ownership. It would be nice to wipe away the grime and dirt of travel. Well, usually Ender would have some dirt and grime, but their magic seemed to be repellant towards mess, his boots now white in various patches, his bandages bleaching his shorts where they combined and his sleeves blindingly white. Dirt just seemed to repel itself from his royal presence, but still every girl loves a nice hot bath. A-And man. Everyone loves a bath what was he thinking? It was in this muddled state that Ender moved without thinking, the party splitting to enter besides Gwarf who was banned for five lifetimes and currently on the third stretch. Immediately a problem presented itself.
Basty and Majestor both looked uncomfortable as Ender moved with them, Basty clearing his throat multiple times before finally turning with red cheeks.
"Hmm?" Ender didn't get what the problem was. He was going off with them like they always did, the changing room just ahead where he'd strip and... oh right.
"Endeara, er, you can't-"
Ender waved him away, doing an about face to hide his own blush, cursing his muscle memory for dragging him in stupidly.
"Don't say any more! I know!" He quickly ran, ignoring the various men's lecherous looks as he sheepishly caught up to Velor and Melixa.
"Oh there you are, I was about to get nervous! I didn't know you wanted to see Majestor naked that badl-"
"Sh-Shut up!"
On one hand it felt demeaning that the girls weren't the least bit uncomfortable with "him" going with them. On the other, Velor had an alluring build and he had always been interested to see what she had under the robes, his heart thumping as they made it to the changing area, stripping down, though Ender kept some cloth over his groin to avoid trouble.
He figured Velor would be the shameless type, going full nude in the hot springs on the women's side and he was right, her body naked save for her glasses, teasing Ender as she moved into the pool, "Like what you see?!"
Her smug face faltered when he didn't respond, looking deep in thought as if it was a difficult question, and as the silence stretched into almost a minute, her expression soured considerably as she grabbed him by the ankle and pulled him into the steaming waters.
"GAH! Wh-What was that for!"
Ender was spitting out water from the sudden trick, annoyed by the sudden disruption.
"That was punishment for not respecting your master's overwhelming beauty! I should just tell everyone there's a pervert in here, but alas they'd never believe me, your royal breasts are larger than mine."
"I-If you do that I'll use my royal heritage to have you executed for treason!"
Melixa just giggled, reminiscing how the princess was always rowdy.
The memories returned as he splashed his annoying compatriot, the royal bathhouse equally as splendid, though the good memories didn't hide the slight turmoil inside. Here he was surrounded by naked women. His rogueish sensibilities should have been delighting in the show, his own teammate openly lying back as her breasts floated on the surface of the spring, yet his loins didn't stir one bit. In fact, he didn't even feel excited, the anticipation of it more enticing than the actual sight itself. He tried thinking back on his crushes as Ender, the prostitutes, the haughty noblewomen... nothing. He hoped his embarrassment wasn't obvious, Velor teased him enough as is and if she knew he was into guys, her Majestor teasing would be endless. Especially since he couldn't keep the thought of him naked out of his head, muscles gleaming and- Wait why was he imagining this? He had been in the springs with him before plenty of times as Ender, surely those memories were still-
"NGGH!"
Thinking about Majestor's naked body definitely had an effect, his groin trying to harden only for his shaft to collapse inwards, not fully vanishing, but certainly giving him a rough shock of pleasure as clear wisps dribbled out. He didn't want to make too much of a scene, but he could definitely feel something slipping inside, his thighs pressing together as his hips noticeably popped outwards. The exertion left him panting heavily, the heat masking most of its effect, his teeth grit together as two mushy lumps swam in opposite directions. His thighs were plumper, his body rising a bit as his ass swelled excessively. No one noticed though Velor was shooting him some glances when he lifted his cloth to look, his 'sword' barely a dagger, his 'hilt' swallowed by a prevalent slit that throbbed warmly in the calming heat of the springs.
----
It was Velor's turn to guard, so Endear was left with little to do that night as they set up camp, toying with his hair as he practiced more of his basics. He could repair things now, summon tiny elemental golems and most new spells came to him with ease. He could also remember life in the castle up to the start of adolescence, a weird voyeuristic feeling encompassing him whenever he looked in on Endeara's burgeoning sexual memories, so he focused on his magic and just let the thoughts ebb and flow. His sword had been the first thing he tried to repair, though since it was his belonging and apparently subject to the princessification, it was now a rather dumb looking heart shaped dagger, the broken bits collecting to an edge that was absurdly sharp. It's a good thing she missed when she threw it at Velor when she laughed at it, the blade shearing through two trunks before lodging itself in the third up to its hilt.
But close calls aside, without Velor to oversee him, there was little new for him to try, Endear looking around for something new to try when his eyes landed on Velor's trunk.
It was mostly technological components, crushed spells and clothes, a surprising array of outfits for a woman who always seemed to wear the same robes day after day. Perhaps these were her non adventuring outfits? The whole trunk had a gravity spell on it that made it as light as a pebble so it wasn't like she couldn't lug whatever she wanted with her, though as he worked through her things, he noticed a cloth bag with the handle of a mirror sticking out. Inside was a round display filled with different colored pockets that powdered when pressed, lipstick tubes and other assorted products loosely jumbled around a golden mirror. He was a little nervous to look at himself, unsure if he wanted to see how far he had gone, but when he finally dug up the courage he found his appearance to be... a bit bland?
Sure he looked great, but he knew he could look better, his cheeks a bit too unvarnished, his eyes not as accented and his lips were barely accented at all! Reacting to their thoughts, the mirror surprised him with a sudden repeating image of how to apply lipstick, another one for blush flashing in the corner waiting for him to finish the first.
"I don't want to put makeup on even if it would help. I-I was just curious okay magic mirror? I mean er, won't Velor notice?"
Endear stuck a finger into one of the red pockets, the lost makeup replenishing itself before his eyes as he shifted about, checking over his shoulders and quietly murmuring, "Well Velor won't be back till morning, and now one would see me..."
Trembling a bit, Endear used one of the brushes first, skipping lipstick for now and just plastering his cheeks with some powder to see how it would look. Surprisingly it went well. It also felt good, Endear's heart thumping as his lips quivered into a smile. Memories of makeup were filling his head as he coated his cheeks in blush, doing delicate movements to coat his eyes. Time flew by as he started having fun with it, trying a few shades and s-
"Hey I-"
"EEEK~! G-GET OUT VELOR!"
The blush was made redundant by his red cheeks, his bottom lip smudged with hot pink lipstick.
"It's my tent Ender, and wait isn't that my-"
Velor's confused grimace turned to a mischievous smile.
"Oh? Is that make up?"
"N-NO! I'ts uh, WAR PAINT!" He looked down, utterly embarrassed, though he had to admit she looked damn good in the mirror as she avoided Velor's eyes, weakly saying, "For battle and... stuff."
His aura was glowing, pleats forming along his white shorts as the pink trailing bottoms of his former cape stretched closer to the ground, drawing Velor's eyes to the noticeably discarded scraps of boot in the corner, and what Endeara had strapped over his stockinged feet.
"I see. And are those battle heels? Are you planning to fight Revilus in those?"
"Y-YES!"
He said it hastily, then realized how dumb that'd be.
"I mean, NO!"
But the shoes were also really cute, and they fit perfectly on his body and he doubted he would be taking them off anytime soon.
"I mean-"
He flipped between the options, his clothes only getting more impressively regal and feminine the more he worried about it, finally just settling on getting Velor to leave him alone.
"G-GET OUT!"
"Sure thing Endeara."
"Th-That's not yet my-"
"Nice combat skirt. Goes well with the heels and the panties. I think you need a little more blush on your-"
"UWAAAAAAAAAH~!"
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It had been a long transformative journey, yet it was finally complete, the forest stronghold of the fairies finally in sight as the party moved forward. Endear was surprised at how quickly he got used to moving in heels, his hair now a canopy of pink in absurdly complex spirals. Thank god all his buffs made it self cleaning and caring or else he would have gone crazy brushing it. It also happened to be an unbreakable shield, a fact he found out when he tried to cut some low hanging bangs only for his impossibly sharp blade to bounce off. Well he'd get used to it. He had already grown accustomed to his new outfit, a golden shawl, pink open flowing skirt, tight white fabric hugging his crotch and revealing his bounteous thighs which were only outpaced by his enormous chest. Once he got caught doing makeup once, it didn't matter whether it was embarrassing or not, he wanted to wear it and it felt good to doll his face up. In fact, he enjoyed every element of his new body, or he guessed old body was more accurate. Either way it felt comfortable as he walked next to Majestor, occasionally brushing up against him.
"Endear- I mean Ender how goes the changes? Are you feeling better? You seem more..."
His eyes trailed away, unable to stop themselves from glancing at their shaking bosom as each step made their heft wobble.
"It was hard a few weeks ago, but honestly I always felt somewhat uncomfortable, never knowing the reason why. It's nice to finally open up. No longer being a sour loner, though all my rogue skills are still on me according to Velor which will be useful. Thanks for the help by the way. And sorry for the trouble I caused."
Majestor blushed, not sure how to react and feeling inadequate next to the kingdom's princess.
"No need for thanks mila- er, what would make you feel comfortable?"
As he asked that a warm pulse fluttered, something wet dampening her flat panties.
"Milady is fine for me."
She knew it had been coming, surprised it took this long, but a quick press of her thighs confirmed she was no longer male, a few warm aftershocks of her shaft receding giving her cheeks a rosy flush as she felt it blossom into its final form. She gripped his arm then, smiling as the sounds of fairies flitting about greeted them, Melixa sounding excited while Gwarf chewed on the bones of one of Revilus's soldiers who had crossed paths with them two nights ago. Not the most romantic of settings, but she felt emboldened by the final shift, and she felt bad for being such a pain, though the strength of the memory charm was what kept her safe all these years.
"Of course I need to thank you. You're the one who helped calm me down when I was losing it all those weeks ago. Besides, what kind of princess would I be if I didn't thank the wonderful people who looked after me for the last few years?"
"Well the-the others they also-"
"The others didn't help as much as you did. Okay that's not true, Velor did the most, but you didn't tease me during it all, though I wouldn't mind teasing you some."
Both were blushing as she pressed her body to his, things progressing fast as she giggled at his chaste reaction, finding it cute.
"After this quest is done, how about we head off together for a bit and-"
"DIIIIEEEEEE~!"
The party jumped back, black miasma hitting the ground as a rotund little imp of a man stood surrounded by members of the Imperions, looking annoyed.
"That was supposed to HIT you!"
He stomped angrily, turning to Endeara.
"And YOU! YOU! Are supposed to be DEAD! Oh I just know Revilus will think I had part in this like the last five betrayals. Dammit dammit dammit! And just when I finally left the dungeons. At least I'll have company when I bring you back, though last time you were just a little runt while now... Well, you've certainly developed, your majesty. Uh, magic-wise I mean... D-DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!"
While he was trying not to look too perverted, a good half of his hair was suddenly cut as he shrieked, falling back from Endeara's glowing heart blade, a gem on her left hand resonating with the blade as it flew through the air, making quick work of the other imperions as Deceptor saw his guard wiped out in an instant.
"On further thought I will be retreating till I've come up with a plan. This is not a retreat! Just me toying with you, driving you mad with paranoia as you'll never know when my next devious scheme will- GAH OW OW AGH MY BUTTOCKS! MY EVIL BUTTOCKS! TELEPORT!"
He vanished clutching his cheeks before he took more damage, leaving behind his slain evildoers as the rest of the party gawked at the sight before them. The only one not shocked was Gwarf who was dragging one of the dead imperions off in its jaws, merrily singing its own name as it loped off into the forest.
"Why do you all looked so shocked? You're the one who taught me how to use a dagger Basty, and you've been helping me with magic Velor. Though darn, they must have heard one of you call me princess at the hot springs. Well we're used to clashing with them at least."
"P-Princess?!"
"Holy shit!"
"I mean you were always lively as a child but this is-"
"Ah! What have I done Janika?! I've turned your little girl into a war machine!"
It took a bit to calm the party down, though after Sebastian stopped crying he immediately lectured her on how sloppy a few of her blows were and how magic was no excuse for wasted movements. She figured now was a good time to announce her intentions, that their merry little band would no longer be adventurers, but heroes, there to save the kingdom from the clutches of Revilus and whatever foul people had taken advantage of the royal line's absence.
Even if a few harbored doubts if they were ready, Endeara's charisma was strong enough to make all worries seem pointless as she proclaimed, "I'm ready. It's time for Princess Endeara to free the land."
And so their true journey began as the party cheered for the new queen's return, ready to face whatever came their way, no matter how silly or dangerous it was. Or how transformative as this wouldn't be the first time a member of their party fell prey to magic. But the details of that are for another time, for now, Princess Endeara's reign had begun.
