The only thing better than destroying the kingdom herself, Lydia decided, would be allowing one of its favorite daughters to do so in her place. What a delicious vengeance, to see them cowed before one of their own. And this selfish, spiteful thing before her was completely perfect for the job.
"My name is Lydia," she told the princess. "And I'm a dark mage. I'm here to grant your desire."
Eliza raised an eyebrow. "Forgive my skepticism, 'dark mage', but why?"
Lydia smiled, dark, moving closer to the other woman. She circled the princess slowly. "Why not?" she asked seductively. "Who better than you, to rule this land? To control the entire kingdom? It needs to happen, but...unless we take certain, drastic steps, it won't."
Eliza should have been uncomfortable at the proximity, but something about this woman was alluring. And it didn't hurt matters that her words were equally tempting. "What...what sort of steps?" she allowed.
Lydia kissed the girl lightly on the cheek. "As you said," she noted. "They will be bugs at your feet."
Eliza felt a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach as Lydia began to cast her spell. The mage seemed to be getting smaller before her, before Eliza realized that the entire room was dwindling as well. No, it...it wasn't that. To her shock and amazement, the princess realized she was getting larger! A warm, sensuous feeling spread through her body as she continued to fill the room, confused and disoriented.
Lydia smiled. "To the balcony, my dear Eliza," she said brightly. Eliza, still in a state of shock, heeded her request and made it to the balcony while she was still able to do so.
This caused a commotion below, as people in the courtyard were unable to tell exactly what was happening. Unfortunately, the balcony soon surrendered to the princess's burgeoning weight, and she fell the fifty feet to the ground, landing in a crouched position. She stood, slowly, noting that her garments were fortunately increasing in girth with her. As she rose to a full thirty feet, and continued to grow, she began to clear her thoughts. No longer confused, she was now in awe of herself, and what she was becoming. The people at her feet, knowing full well her cruelty, began to retreat, if they had any senses left at all.
And still, she grew. She was pleased to see her bust increased with her height, stretching and tearing the top of her dress to allow for its increasing mass. Forty feet came and went, followed by fifty, and finally, sixty feet.
From her perch at the top of the tower, Lydia looked at her creation with malicious glee. This...this should be wonderfully entertaining.
Princess Eliza looked down, and, to the terror of everyone below, began to smile.
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