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[Draft] (Sorceress TG)
🕑 Added 2023-07-19 22:01:00 +0000 UTC“You think a witch would be smarter about covering their tracks, but apparently not.”
Alex followed the trail he had found, thinking on his job and wondering what his next course of action should be.
It was only by luck he had been able to find it. Yet now that he did, the prints in the ground had become more noticeable. The footprints became more prominent.
‘She forgone all sense of trying to watch her tracks by this point.’ Even if he could find her trail with ease, Alex refused to relax. Not when he was chasing after a sorceress. ‘Only a fool relaxes when he’s hunting a mage, especially in their own home. At the very least the pay for this job would be worth it.’
A rogue sorceress had stolen a precious artifact from one of the temples and he had been hired.
The artifact they stole was a statue, which allowed them to copy and transfer the skills and characteristics of one person to another.
‘There are a few reasons why they would want something like that. By using it they could make their partners just as skilled as they are in whatever field they got. It could even be possible to make people more willing to have the same morals as they are. Something like that in a criminal's hands is bad news no matter how you look at it.’
From what he had been told, he wasn’t the first one they had hired for this job. ‘Though I intend this to be the last time they would need to hire anyone. Wonder how much longer it will be before I reach their lair.’
Alex looked at the sky. It was starting to lower, and he only had a few hours left before it would be night.
He looked at his bag of holding. There was enough rations to last him for 2 days. And the villages around here were far and few between each other. After taking stock of his belonging he put it over his shoulder.
‘Not to mention if she did use her magic to make it even harder to get to then, I’m going to need to think of a way to get the drop on her.’
When he reached over the next hill, he noticed off in the distance. A small gate and fence was on the side to keep out predators. Alex drew his sword and examined it, looking for anything to tell him what was going on.
‘I need to be smart about this. If this is her lair. Then one mistake and I can find myself turning into a frog or a horse for her to use.’
A woman stepped out of the cave and his heart stopped at the sight of her. The woman before him was a beauty unlike any other. Long beautiful red hair trailed all the way down her back and touched her buttocks. A thin tapered waist with not even a slight ripple of fat. What topped it all was the huge immense breasts she had, which rivaled her head. She wore little in terms of clothes. Only a thin loose dress that did nothing to hide the massive cleavage she had.
Alex’s mouth watered at the sight of them. Blood rushed to his fifth limb despite the situation. His hands ached, wondering what it would be like to explore her exceptional form.
‘Why the hell is she dressed like this? Then again, she is in her own home. Why would she be worried about how she dresses? Not that I have any right to complain. Besides, this makes my life easier.’
Alex watched and waited to see what she would do. There was cigarette in her hand. Once she was done with it, she lit it on fire and tossed it to the side. Before it touched the ground it became dust in the wind. After a little while she walked back in the cave, whipping her beautiful mane of hair over her shoulder.
Alex let out a sigh of relief as he moved out of his position. All of the pops in his body eased the more he moved around.
He waited a few minutes and then pulled a small rune he had to let him know if there were any magical traps in the area. A yellow glow came from it, telling him that while there was magic in the area, there was nothing here to show any traps.
“Must have just been a hideout she had set up quickly if it wasn't guarded like this. Or she’s just that arrogant.”
Alex creeped into the cave, trying to make as little noise as possible. With every step closer, his heart tightened a little more. Every small clank of his armor made his throat tighten as if someone had wrapped their hands around it. The pounding of his heart resounded through his ears. Despite knowing there was no traps or anything, he was still wary.
‘Just because she doesn’t have any traps or security doesn’t mean I should be wary. She still has working ears.’
Even when he was inside the cave, he didn’t allow himself to relax. His eyes darted from one side of the cave to the side, careful for any sign of a trap about to go off.
‘Now comes the real hard part. One mistake and she’s going to reverberate throughout the cave as if I called out for help.’
Alex’s eyes darted around the room, looking for any sign of her or for the artifact. He clung to the wall, trying to look as small as possible. Multiple paths lined the cave, leading from one direction to the other. A small open door caught his attention. Shuffling of movement made him go still.
Alex peeked inside and saw the woman. Her staff was next to her. There on the table was the statue. A grin formed.
‘There it is. Alright then it looks like I don’t need to worry about hiding that or selling it.’
Alex calmed himself as he readied himself. Courage swelled in his breast and strengthened his resolve. Anxiety disappeared the more he focused on his breathing. The reward appeared in his mind and it only served to further fuel his greed. Footsteps got closer and he barged into the room and swung his weapon at her.
The sorceress’s eyes widened as she grabbed her staff. In a surprising bit of speed, she raised it to protect herself, however the edge of his blade dug into her shoulder earning a scream from her.
She tried to put some distance between them. Purple magic formed in her hand, and she opened her mouth to say something.
Before she could finish whatever she attempted, he tackled her into the wall. “As if I would let you cast a spell.”
A growl came from her as she tried to shove him away, but with his bulk it proved to be impossible for her. Despite that, he couldn’t get a good swing with his sword. He brought his sword down and managed to knock her staff out of her hand. Before she could do anything else he shoved his blade into her and stopped her.
Alex kicked the staff far out of her reach. The witch snarled at him as she stepped back into the table. It rumbled and fell over, the artifact fell onto the ground.
For a moment the two eyed it, dreading what might happen. Thankfully for Alex, the artifact didn’t even have a slight scratch on it
Suddenly she leaped for the statue and and fired it at him. Magical energy came out from it and pierced his body, right as his blade pierced her throat. A struggling gasp came out of her along with a fresh batch of blood.
Alex gasped as he could feel the power in his body. All sense of control he had disappeared as he let go of the blade.
Black spots entered his vision as he tried to force himself to stand. With heavy aboard breaths he focused on his lungs. Some of them disappeared. It became easier to breath every time and the pressure on his body dispersed as it became easier.
Through strength of will he was able to force himself to remain conscious. Despite the black spots in his vision, he kept his focus on the witch. The sorceress pawed at the blade, and tried to shove it off. Despite that, a malicious smirk graced her beautiful features. More gurgling noises came from her as her hands went slack, the life in her eyes disappeared.
The sorceress's form caught on blue fire, Alex shielded his eyes. After a moment, he watched as her form burned. The skin and meat rapidly disappeared, leaving only bone. Yet not even that remained as it began to blacken and break down, leaving not even ashes.
Alex said. “Well damn. At the very least I’ll be able to return the statue and claim that reward.
He patted his body, looking himself over and trying to find anything off about him. “Will the magic from that damn statue mess with me?”
A warm feeling overcame his body. Alex’s face warmed. Sweat formed on his body and ran down his frame. He ran his hand over his face and was thrown off by the lack of hair he felt on his chin.
“Oh goddamnit.”
Gone was even a slight trace of the stubble he had before. Instead his face felt as clean, with not even a slight trace of stubble. He looked at the vanity and saw his face was softer. There wasn’t even a shadow of his beard anymore.
An itchiness came over his body ,as if something was crawling all over his body. His hands moved of their own accord. They curled and opened as if they were trying to wrap around something, but no matter what they did.
“I thought this thing as just supposed to copy over traits! Not change someone’s body like this?”
He removed his gauntlets and showed his hands. To his shock there was no trace of the hair that had lined them previously. Not even some of the small scares he had gained from his training sensations were left.
Everything seemed to be getting a little larger. Segments of his armor slanted, as if it was no longer as big as he was. Alex pulled the chainmail on his hand up and saw the hair there had been removed.
Alex looked at the statue. It glowed in his hands and for a moment he could feel the magical power it had inside.
He poured what power he could, a new instinct telling him what to do. Despite the oddity of the situation, Alex listened to it, and let it guide him into defeating it.
Immediately he winced as the full power of the artifact came over him. It was like a lake of water being blocked. If he wished it, then he could conjure it forward and it would rush forward like the opening in a damn had finally given way. No matter how hard he pushed it overwhelmed him and he was forced to stop.
Alex growled. “No, there has to be a way to stop this.”
A headache came over as some magical knowledge he had rushed forward, along with some he swore that seemed to come from elsewhere. Yet he welcomed it. Alex grabbed the relic. “Alright then, let’s see if this magic can be put to something useful.”
He poured his magic into it and tried to cut it off. For a moment, he could feel his magic vie for dominance with the artifact’s own. Like two bears they pushed against the other yet. Just a few seconds was all it took for his power to lose.
Alex recoiled as if he had just been struck. For a moment his fingers twitched as they struggled to remain closed. No matter how hard he tried to cut off the traits going inside of it, it refused to stop. The magic from the artifact continued to affect him.
Alex focused inward and tried to cut off the power flowing within him. The more he focused, he could feel it flowing with him, like warmth from a bonfire. Another wave came over him as he struggled to fight against it. “C’mon.”
Despite all of his efforts and the magical control he had, it still overwhelmed his magical power.
Sweat poured down his body. His eyes landed on the artifact and he growled.
“Looks like we’re going with the classic option this time!”
Alex brought it against the wall of the cave, hoping to do something to it, but nothing happened. Still the artifact continued to shine as the power within it continued.
Alex brought up his great sword and tried to bring it down on the relic, but still there wasn’t anything wrong with it. Not even a small scratch had been made to the artifact. Despite that, he tried again, hoping this time it would be enough, but he was met with failure.
“Damn it! There has to be something I can do.”
Alex groaned as he could feel his legs change, starting with his thighs. A curve came to them as they expanded. Some of the muscles within them disappeared while a trim appearance remained to them.
He could feel his member push against his ballooning thighs and he winced at how tight it was getting. It pressed against the armor, only worsening the discomfort he felt down there. It was as if someone was digging their heel into it, trying to grind it out of this world. A small rip came from them as they struggled to contain his thighs.
“Oh come on. I don’t need something like this on top of it! Damn these shapely thick thighs!”
Alex tried to slip his hands underneath his greaves, but his armor kept getting in the way. The tension in the straps dug into his thighs as if it was trying to cut off the circulation within them. He fiddled with the back straps and was able to get the lower parts of them coming off with little issue.
There was no reprieve as the transformation went down his legs. All of the muscles in his softened, losing some of their power. With every press against his legs, he could feel them give in a little more.
Alex pressed down on his thighs and calves and was greeted to a little more plush than he was expecting, despite how much his thighs had changed. They wiggled from his touch making him pause. For a moment, he could only stare as they began to tremble. Every extra wiggle they had now, gnawed at his heart.
With his new smaller legs his sense of balance was thrown out of order. The boots he wore now felt like bottles on his legs. He stabbed his sword into the ground of the cave, using it as a support beam. Alex’s grip tightened as he forced himself to remain standing. It was as if something was trying to pull him down. More loosnes appeared in his shoes. The moment the change to his feet passed, he wiggled his toes. Now his foot wear felt like it was three sizes too big for him now.
When it was over, his legs had gained a softness and curve to them that contrasted heavily with the sculpted powerful trunks he had before. Again Alex tried to squeeze them, and shuddered as a burst of heat went through them and filled his loins. His member hardened slightly and he breathed to try and keep his body from getting too excited and making the tightness in them even worse.
“Oh no!”
A sudden snap came from his hips, and he stumbled again as the tears his pants had widened even more. They got border with every second. His pants hemline dug into his body, making him wince. Slight relief came from him as he did so, but the tightness returned second later as they expanded. Alex placed his hands there and moaned as their new girth slowed.
Even through the armor, it was easy to visualize a pear shaped hourglass figure. A slight delay came from his butt, even though it was as hard as stone.
A low gurgle came from Alex’s core. In a mad rush he went to try and feel his stomach, but the breastplate and chainmail he wore, prevented him from doing so. Still, it was easy for him to visualize what was happening to it as the . The tunic he wore brushed against a smooth flat stomach instead of the hard muscles.
“Please still let me be fit down there. I worked hard to gain those abs and I don’t need any damn flab.”
Again alex’s eyes went to the artifact and he growled. “Couldn’t I just keep the magical abilities and knowledge you stupid thing. I don’t need or want any of her physical traits as my own!”
A sudden cool sensation came over his head, as if he had thrown himself into a tub of water. Alex placed the statue down, and ran his hand through his hair and was thrown off by the unexpected softness it had. Normally his hair was a little oily, especially since he hadn’t had a proper bath since his last stop. Yet now there was a volume to it. More hair brushed against his fingers and enveloped them. It continued down his back, trailing against his armor.
Small dark auburn locks appeared in his vision and became longer. Yet what caught his attention the most wasn’t its growth, but rather the shade of his new hair. The locks of hair in his hand continued to bright, the darkness of his hair being replaced. He grabbed more strands of his hair and saw they were the same shade of red hair as the first.
“This hair color…it’s just like the witches.”
Ice went through his heart and he struggled to comprehend the change. Another feeling came over him, one that swelled within his chest and demanded it be put to use. Alex put his sword down and raised his hand. Magic formed at the tip of his fingers, he could only stare at the new magical power it had. Fire danced at the edge of his fingers as if it was waiting for a reason.
He waved his hand and the flames on the end of them diminished. More magical power assaulted his body. A headache came over his head as more magical knowledge filled his brain, making his eyes widen.
Alex stumbled, stars entered his vision as he struggled to remain standing. For a moment, he couldn’t feel his body. After a moment, the cold passed and he was able to think for himself.
Tingling erupted all over his body. In one moment his began to soften. The large powerful muscles he had trained reduced. His once perfect fitting attire loosening as he shrunk.
“Oh no!”
The weight of the armor pulled on his body and got heavier. Years of training to be able to handle it came forward, except now his strength was being sapped. He threw off the segments on his arms and stumbled from the weight throwing off. Yet the chestplate still weighed heavily on his body. In his scramble to get it off, his fingers slipped off the straps.
Alex tried to make sense of all the changes. Mentally, he went over all that had happened to his body, and compared it to the witches.It would still be a good bit before he was done.
“It has to be caused by the damn artifact. If it can change me this much, then it has to be able to change me back.”
Alex picked it up and tried to think of a way to undo what was happening to him. Despite all of the failure he had already, he refused to give up. Even as another wave of information came over him, he couldn’t think of a way to reverse it.
A pull between his legs made him wince as he squirmed. Alex rubbed the front of his pants. The mound representing his member sent lightning bolts through his body. Seconds later he could feel his male anatomy slither into his body. No moment of respite came to him as his balls entered his body making him squeal.
With such force and sexual arousal, her sword slipped from her grasp and fell onto the ground. The world blurred as her legs trembled in deslight. She tipped forward, but was barely able to recover her sense of balance before she did. Despite her tiredness she forced herself to stand, and struggled with the weight of her armor.
Something was happening to her rump, making it easier for her to stand up straight. It only took her a moment to realize what was happening to her. She placed her hand on her buttocks and jumped at the slight wiggle coming from her butt.
“Oh fuck. Why am I getting these bou;ldars attached to my backside.
The strain of her pants increased with her ballooning cheeks. Her pants tightened further across her expanding backside. Even her pats seam dug into her buttocks, unable to do anything else.
“Will you stop growing! I don’t need to be even more feminine then I already am!”
Thankfully, the expansion of her rear came to an end and she was able to relax. She patted her ass and marveled at the massive plush her bottom cheeks had now. The booty flesh she had now was far to big for her hands to even hope to contain.
“How the hell am I going to hide this damn thing? As big as it is, I can't use it as a freaking club?”
Warmth invaded her chest and she braced herself. Small segments of her top perked underneath. The sensitivity of her nipples spiked the moment she did. She winced as the fabric brushed against them, irritating them. There was a weight on her chest, outside of her armor now. Like two bags being filled with more items they continued to get heavier and weigh her body down.
“Why do I have to get those massive jugs?”
She could feel her new breast pushing against her breastplate. It was getting harder to breathe. The opening of her neck piece dug into her neck, making her breathing harsher. A faint ripping sound was heart and she could feel cold metal pressing against her exposed chest.
Again Alex tried harder to get her armor off. “I am not going to let the reason I die be because of breasts!”
The more they pressed, the more her panic grew. With a deep breath she forced herself to relax and she was finally able to undo the strap.
The moment it loosened slightly, her breastplate literally went flying off. It clanged onto the ground, but she hardly registered it. Alex gasped, filling her lungs with precious air. Color retuned to her fair face. As her breathing returned to normal, now she noticed the prominent bounce coming from her chest. Her eyes widened the moment she saw her new bust.
Alex stared at the new immense breasts she had now. Both fair orbs rivaled her head with ease and were just as large and nice as the late sorceress’s. They pulled on her upper body like two giant sacks of flour.
“I’m not sure I would be able to remain standing if I didn’t have this ass. Damn thing acts like a counterbalance.”
Alex pulled and tried to adjust some of her clothes, but it proved to be a useless attempt.
“What am I going to do?” She moved some of the longer strands of hair behind her ears. “Fuck it, I’ll figure it out when I get back to town.”
Alex tried to pick up her blade and struggled to do so,even with both hands. It was a struggle to even lift the blade off the ground then anything else.
The tip of the blade went back onto the ground, making her sigh. “Damn, I paid good money to have that sword made.”
With her no longer having the same power she had before, using her sword would be nothing short of impossible. Again Alex ran her hand down her face. “What am I going to use to protect myself now?”
The thought rushed to the forefront of her mind and an idea came to her. She rushed back to the witch’s room, and noticed her staff.
Alex picked up the staff the sorceress had used and thankfully she could lift it without issue. It felt right in her hands.
Again memories of the witch rushed to the forefront of her mind. She held it up and breathed. A practiced sequence came forward and her body went through with it. Every strike she made with it felt natural. There was no sense of awkwardness as she increased her pace, until she moved as if she was in the middle of a fight.
“Well at the very least I can defend myself. If any of my old crew saw me now, I know those bastards would have a good laugh. And that's not even including these damn jugs flying all over the place.”
But she was again reminded of her current situation. Her torn ruined clothes and armor did nothing at all to provide her any support. The weight of her bust pulled her forward. When she went for a wider swing it took a moment longer for the rest of body to come to a halt. A light lawyer of sweat was on her frame and she wiped her brow.
“I don’t have the same stamina as I did before, but I can work around that. Still…wish I had a little more I can work, or at least a spear. If I run into any large groups I’m screwed.”
The flames from when this first began came to his mind. “Ok let’s try pulling off some magic.”
The knowledge she had gained rushed to the forefront and she was able to use it as a focus for her spells. She tapped the bottom of her staff and some skeletons appeared from the ground. “Well then that deals with any group issues I might encounter. Maybe if I focus hard enough, I can think of something to deal with these clothes or change back.”
Alex closed her eyes and tried to tap into the mystical knowledge she had gained.
Most of the spells she could recall were necromancy and some animal transformation spells like turning people into frogs and some elemental magic. Outside of that they were simple things, like changing the color of someone’s clothes, sadly there was nothing about changing her clothes.
“Damn it, I’m going to be stuck like this for a little while at least.”
Alex looked at the mirror and froze when she saw herself. The chainmail and armor pieces she wore hung off her body loosely. Despite how loose they were, some of her cleavage poked through, even the outlines of her nipples were a little visible. Some of her stomach was exposed with how massive her tits were. Even the belt and pants around her waist struggled to remain her waist and she was one good tug away from having her lower parts exposed.
“I can’t go anywhere dressed like this, I look like a cheap seductress trying to roleplay something. People are going to think I’m a whore if I go around like this.”
Alex’s eyes went back to the wardrobe. The image of the witch’s attire made her face darken and look down at her clothes. “Please let this damn witch have something more than two bits or rope tied together.”
Alex went through her wardrobe looking for anything she could wear. To her dismay the closet was filled with various outfits which would have complimented her figure and brought attention to it.
“Damn it.” Alex tried to find clothes which would veil her body to make her stand out less.
The least perverse thing she could find was a black corset-like top that exposed her breasts. It had white lace on the edge of the chest area. Black detached sleeves with white lacing at the top. To cover her full buttocks she wrapped a long flowing purple skirt with a long slit starting from the upper thigh. A tight orange sash kept it in place. Protecting her dainty feet were black heels.
“You have to be a pervert if you’re willing to go out dressed like this lady.”
A large black hay with a purple cloth around it caught her attention. With a sigh she grabbed the hat and placed it on her head.
“I might as well complete the look if I’m going to dress as the part.”
Alex picked up the stuff the staff had been using and twirled it around. Again she looked in the mirror and struck a small little pose. A grimace formed as she ran her hand down her face.
“There’s no way I’m going to be able to sneak into places like this. Not with how beautiful and curvy I am now. Probably going to have to deal with people attempting to grope me now wherever I go.”
“Maybe there’s something else here I can find to make things worth…this.”
Alex went into the back and saw a massive treasure trove of items. Golden statues, bars of ore, piles of gold, jewelry, jewels, and even various magical artifacts.
“Well might as well begin looting. To the victor go the spoils.”
Alex marched to the room with a massive grin. The bright smile she had died as the bounce of her bust and butt came to the forefront, along with the sway of her hips.
“Damn you, you bitch for making me sway these damn hips.”
Yet again the sight of her new treasure was enough to make her forget all of her troubles for a while.
Alex said. “After I got back to the city, I talked with a mage to see if they would be able to help me, but sadly they couldn't. And now I’m here to get my reward.”
The guard said. “I…see…Still thank you for completing the mission…ma’am?”
Alex sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. Hearing him call her that was something she had braced herself for, but hearing it did now hit her with all the force of a wild carriage.
“You're welcome.” Alex stared, waiting for them to bring out her money but they stared at her, lost in another world. “Hello? Can I get my money please?”
The guard jumped. “Right…you’re reward.”
He quickly stepped away, though he looked over his shoulder.
Alex crossed her arms and tapped her foot as she waited for them to return, however she stopped as again her body's bounce became apparent. “Even something like this earns a jiggle. For fuck’s sake.”
After a moment he returned from the vault. He plopped the chest down in front of her, but there seemed to be a glazed look in his eyes. The guard’s eyes were firmly locked on Alex’s bust. A dour look crossed her face.
“My eyes are up here.”
“Yes, but my eyes are down there.”
Alex glared at the guard, who didn’t even flinch. A growl escaped as she scooped up all of her hard earned reward. “You are lucky we are out in public.”
All she received from them was a grunt in return as they continued to admire her bust.
When she had gotten every gold piece stored in her bag of holding she stomped out of the room. The bounce of her rump and boobs came to the forefront, but she ignored them as best she could. Despite the day’s worth of travel, she still wasn’t comfortable with how much her figure was. Even with her boobs out of sight, she could feel the man eyeing up her bakery, admiring how the cloth did nothing at all to hide how fat her butt was.
Despite that, with every step, her temper cooled and her mind went back to her hard earned reward and the loot from the witches.
‘Well at the very least I have enough to get a nice manor and a new wardrobe set up from the money alone. Now I can leave the adventuring life behind me whenever I want, even if I’m stuck in this damn curvy form. Though I have to admit, dressing like this and seeing them all go crazy is a little amusing.’
Even now she could feel people eyeing up her body as she passed. A smirk crossed her face. ‘I wonder how long it would last if they knew I was a guy not too long ago?’
Again Alex rifled through her bag and pulled out some of the ore she had gained from the witch’s lair. It weighed far lighter than she expected something like this would have weighed. With her new powers she could feel magical energy coming off it in waves. Yet she knew it wasn’t just because of that. She knew it could be made for a variety of magical items from weapons, magical artifacts, and more.
“Well I’m sure at the very least this ore could help me make something nice. And I know just the guy to do it.”
She marched down the street. It would be a bit of time before she reached her friend’s home, but it would be worth it. With how good he was, she knew he would be able to make something amazing.
