Fayetta slowly brought her smiling face ever closer to the surface of the glowing liquid, still enraptured by every little detail of its existence. It was more than enough distraction to make her forget that glass—namely, the glass comprising the lip of the vial where her knee rested—is quite smooth and can become slippery.
With virtually zero reaction time to catch herself, she slid off of her perched position and took a nose dive forward, plunging the top half of her body into the potion. The shift in weight also caused the vial to topple out of the satchel and roll, pixie and all, across the nightstand. It was not enough of a drop to break the vial, but it made enough of a sound to stir Lendriss again, this time waking her fully. The elf’s reaction time proved superior as she sat up and caught the vial before it managed to find its way off the nightstand completely.
“Hey! You little pest, get out of there!” Lendriss hissed, quickly reaching in the vial, grabbing a protruding wing tip and plucking her out. Shifting her attention to the remaining contents of the vial, she cast the pixie aside, not noticing her body drop to the ground in a minuscule heap on account of her partially wet wings. After a brief examination, the sorceress breathed a strained sigh of relief as some liquid was still remaining, but a portion had been noticeably drained and had soaked into the pixie’s skin.
No sooner had she exhaled when an odd glow began to rapidly build out of the corner of Lendriss’ eye, of similar hue to the potion itself. Looking down, she saw the visibly exhausted pixie, now emitting the matching color and still recovering from her fall, but something didn’t look quite right. Every rise in her torso from her labored breathing did not appear to recede, expanding her entire form instead. To prove it further, her dress made of a single leaf climbed up her legs, then ripped in half, revealing more of her rapidly changing body. Once twig-like in shape, it began to develop curves, as once non-existent breasts and hips blossomed gracefully into form and continued to become more and more dramatic in shape. All the while, Fayetta rose to her feet, aided by her extending legs.
By now, the brightness of her body had become almost blinding, causing Lendriss to shield her eyes, but when it subsided, she gazed upon a bizarre sight. There stood the pixie, now nearly as tall as she at 5’6”. Her wings, fluttering involuntarily, were now large enough to cause a light breeze and swayed the loose strands of her honey blonde hair. Her large eyes, a vibrant magenta, were still frozen in surprise at the experience, the most spectacular results of which—as Lendriss couldn’t help feel a twinge of envy toward—was her stunning, hourglass figure, enough to put women in mansions and brothels alike to shame.
Amazingly, Lendriss’ shock at the potion’s unexpected effects only lasted a few seconds longer before her ire overtook it. “You fiend! How dare you tamper with my potion!” she sputtered, beginning to build a hostile spell in the right hand hanging at her side. “I will not stand for this...this...” She quickly forgot the rest of her sentence, because Fayetta change was clearly not done.
Clutching her fists and stiffening her limbs, she let out a slow, rolling moan. The tensed muscles throughout her body began to bulge outward in pulses as her once smooth skin began to tighten into shape around them. The pulses also reached her already fleshy curves, pushing her boobs and butt further out to compensate for the rippling bulk of biceps, lats, and quads packing itself onto her inflating frame. Her aura once again picked up in intensity, not just in brightness but in volume as she stretched upwards well beyond the leveled gaze of Lendriss. When her head reached the top of the 8 foot high tent, now filled with her breathtaking body and enormous wings (now folded against the canvas), she let out a pleasure-filled sigh and giggle.
Lendriss’ shock had once again taken the forefront. She flinched as she felt the unexpected presence of the nightstand brushing against her backside, unaware that she had backed up a few steps prior. This time, she had to take a moment to build up the courage to speak. “You...! Stop this, this instant, creature! I will not have you—”
“Oh, quit your fussing, lady!” Fayetta spoke, causing Lendriss’ mouth to freeze open. “And stop calling me those silly names! I am called Fayetta!”
While it was the first time she heard a pixie speak—perhaps even the first time anyone other than another pixie heard one speak, for they were normally too small to be heard—there was something strangely compelling about her voice. It was somewhat girlish, lined with a soft twinkling that seemed to provide comfort—making her want to listen...but she shook off the thought and refocused, crossing her arms in defiance.
“You pixies...always getting into mischief!” she grumbled. My research is too important to have you ruining it!”
“Awww, too bad for you, Pointy-Ears,” Fayetta taunted. “But so much fun for me! Give me more of that shiny stuff!”
Lendriss blew a puff of breath from her nose in scorn. The audacity of this once-timid creature was off-putting to say the least, and yet...she still somehow found herself raising her arm and extending the hand holding the vial toward her...
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