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The Lady of the Lake, Buxomized Edition
🕑 Added 2025-07-06 00:54:29 +0000 UTCI decided I want to carry the Lady of the Lake (or rather the woman who plays her) forward into Part 3, and wanted to make her more buxom for that. So here's a bit of a rewrite to that part of the chapter; some of this is unchanged, but there's a new growing scene partway down. The renders to go with this should be wrapped up soon :)
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☄☄ “I am the Lady of the Lake. Come, test your virtue. Find if you are worthy.”☄☄
Worthy? He took closer stock of her. Gorgeous platinum hair flowed around the woman’s slender shoulders. There was a come-hither intensity to her glacial blue eyes and dimpled cheeks. It couldn’t be ignored, though, that her twig-limbed and reed-thin figure was starkly at odds with the filled-out, busty, larger-than-life proportions he’d grown accustomed to from women around here. Proportions which he was undeniably addicted to now, because her flat chest and straight hips were just not enough for him anymore. Shame, because she truly had a face and voice worthy of an angel.
He shook these thoughts free and focused on the pool ahead. It stretched the full width of the floor with no way around. The stepping stones which dotted the lake were the only option.
Leaping from one to another proved easier than expected. The stones were solid and stable, and gripped well to the soles of his Mouse suit. Spaced close enough that his short but nimble legs could easily glide among them. Whoa—except the last few, farther apart and almost catching him off guard. He barely avoided slipping into the water.
☄☄ “Don’t stray into the water, Sir Knight,”☄☄ lilted the heavenly babe. ☄☄ “The Waters of Withering have claimed many before you.”☄☄
“The waters of--?!” He jumped from the last stone like it was a burning coal, landing on the small island and scampering from the edge in fright. ‘Withering’ could only mean ‘shrinking’ here.
☄☄ “The first test is passed! The shining armor is yours.”☄☄
“Huh?” he said, rattled. Turning, he saw a tan cloak draped between two artificial trees. As he pulled the cloak away, spotlights switched on from the heavens to illumine a full set of armor: shiny breastplate, greaves, pauldrons, the works. He shielded his eyes from the glare then timidly took hold of it. It was pretty badass, honestly, but there was only one problem. It was way the heck too big.
☄☄ “Only a knight in armor may proceed.”☄☄
With a miserable groan, blushing again, he stepped into the oversized greaves and boots, slid the barrel-sized chestplate over his Mouse-eared head, put on the preposterously large gloves.
He felt like a young one trying on a grownup’s clothes. The chainmail hung way past his waist, like a gown. The chest was stupidly loose; the sleeves nearly covered his hands.
☄☄ “Continue your quest, brave knight!”☄☄ the slender babe lilted over the jeering crowd.
His reluctant leap to the next stone was made so much harder by the heavy, oversized suit. The next was even harder still, and the next … Soon his wits frayed and he went for broke, hopping and leaping and stumbling with a maniacal yell.
He crashed onto the island, knees first, as the surprised audience cheered. Good GOD, the Withering Waters almost got him.
☄☄ “Well done, sir knight. Not many have made it this far. You have passed the first test, and earned the privilege.” ☄☄
She fell peculiarly silent. “Uh… what privilege?” he called, confused.
Her glossy lips curled in a smile. ☄☄ “First, the privilege to witness pure divine splendor.” ☄☄ From the rafters, a bottle descended by rope and came to rest in her hand.
Theo gasped. He would not forget those misty pink contents anywhere. The Buxomizer. It seemed it was about to be demonstrated publicly for the first time ever. Only, this bottle looked a hell of a lot bigger than what Alice and Brandi had taken. And she gulped it all down in one long draw.
“Sweet mercy,” Theo breathed, as a shadow appeared underneath the Lady’s already growing chest. Her waist drew inward and her hips swelled outward, turning the straight lines of her figure into appealing curves.
The process continued, and the crowd’s excitement grew to a fierce pitch as they realized the significance: Apogee’s long-rumored curve-enhancing formula, finally realized.
But as their cheers filled the arena, Theo’s jaw could only drop. The sheer femininity of the Lady’s contours was becoming truly astonishing; impossible to look away from.
And still it continued, and continued, until at last the Lady of the Lake had become one of the most buxom, stunning, mind-numbing bombshells he had ever seen.
☄☄ “Witness me!” ☄☄ she bragged, and had every right to do so, her arms outstretched and her smile wide. ☄☄ “Such are my powers. And for your bravery, I will bestow my grace upon you as well. After all, a knight must have pure heart.” ☄☄
His chest throbbed as he tried to wrap his head around how stunning she was now. Bustier, curvier than Brandi, than anyone he knew …
A big, two-handed flask appeared right before his eyes, almost doinking him in the head. It was red, shaped like a heart, and on the front it read: ‘PURE HEART’.
