As the massive pixie reached down to take the shimmering vial from Lendriss' hand, the Elf quickly pulled it away, bringing the tip of the bottle to her lips and tilting it backward. Fayetta could only watch in surprise as the last of the potion swirled down into Lendriss' mouth, after which she pulled the bottle away and wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her cloak.
"This potion is too important to go to waste!" Lendriss declared, placing the empty bottle back on the nightstand.
Fayetta gasped, but before she could say anything, the Elf crumpled over, clutching her stomach, which had begun to hurt terribly. As her hands pressed against it, she could feel that it was harder than she remembered- her fingers slipped into the grooves between abs that she had never felt, suddenly pressed against the cloak that had moments ago fit her so perfectly. Her eye darted to her arm, which had grown to the bounds of her sleeve, swelling muscle filling the drab cloth more and more, pushing it outwards. She looked up again at the Pixie, who had stood three heads taller than her, and found that her eyes were level with Fayetta's shoulders; the fluttering creature's muscular body was cast in the same wavering glow that had once emanated from her, highlighting an amused expression.
A loud pop drew Lendriss' attention down again, to where her shimmer-skinned bosom had split open her rapidly shrinking cloak, giving room for her growing breasts to roll out. They were far more voluptuous than she had ever seen on an Elf before- nay, any creature at all, and though she could scarcely see it, her rear had grown enormous to match. Her womanly features were the least of her concerns, though, as her muscles continued to explode outward; her slender form had been layered thick with massive, throbbing muscle the likes of which she had similarly never seen, not even on the strongest orcs. Her cloak was little more than a napkin anymore, flayed from her body in small pieces now strewn across the suddenly-small room.
"Happy, are you?" the Pixie prodded with a smug grin, and Lendriss found that she seemed terribly close now. Her protruding bosom was no more than a hand's width away from her own, and she took a startlingly loud step backwards. Fayetta now seemed small again, though, as Lendriss must have stood nine-and-a-quarter feet tall, no less than three wide from shoulder to shoulder. She was nude, in lieu of her measly cloak, revealing every inch of glowing skin.
Another wave of growth suddenly hit the grappling Elf, drawing a wince from her narrow face. She had begun to lean down as her head pressed into the top of the tent, but she now saw little purpose in trying to stop the inevitable as her body protruded further outward: her biceps grew as large as boulders and her thighs as wide as oak trees, with breasts protruding from her mountainous chest like ripe fruit. Her back, throbbing muscles carved with beautiful rivulets, shone as bright as the morning sun, lighting up the tiny tent. She couldn't see anymore, nor did she try to, as her head burst through the roof and into the night air, casting her light into the shadowy forest, yet her transformation wasn't quite finished. Her body continued to grow and stretch for another moment, until she felt the edge of the hole in the tent's roof fluttering against the top of her hip, just over her rear.
Over a moment of heavy breathing, the vibrant shine of her skin faded away, returning to it's elven fairness, though it didn't vanish all the way- the few large veins across her body still glowed the potion's unusual color, vibrant enough to notice but not cast light. She looked around, momentarily confused as to where she had ended up, seeing as her bosom blocked any sight of the tent. What she did notice was a call from below.
"Hey!" Fayetta called from somewhere below. Lendriss leaned over, and realized that she was still stuck in the tent, finding that the Pixie had exited out the front. She looked so small again- not as much as any Pixie ever did, but in the range of a very muscular halfling. "That was my potion!"
"You stole it from me!" Lendriss retorted, trying to adjust herself to get out of the tent, which was narrowly more than as wide as she was. She could feel the soles of her shoes under her feet, though they were so small they may as well have belonged to a doll. She tried to move, but a stumble led to a misstep, and her bed was crushed under her foot like a twig. With a grimace, she walked forward, tearing her way through the fabric like paper, destroying what remained of the poor thing.
Fayetta tried with great effort to float up, flapping her door-sized wings as fast as she could and generating a significant breeze, but found that she was too heavy to use them. Instead, she found a nearby rock of convenient height and climbed onto it, face to face with the Elf. However, Lendriss was too distracted to notice much of the Pixie's shenanigans, instead admiring herself. She was at least sixteen feet tall; she had never heard of such a thing being possible, especially not with such common alchemy. Every inch of her once slim frame had grown tenfold, at the lowest, thousands of pounds of enormous muscle packed onto her body. The glowing in her veins hadn't faded, and she concluded that it was most likely permanent, though not the most striking effect of her transformation.
"Why do you get to stay shiny?" Fayetta groaned, as Lendriss approached her rock. "You should've given it to me!"
"I wasn't going to trust a troublemaker like you with this sort of strength. And besides, I wouldn't have had to drink the potion if it wasn't for you! I liked that cloak an awful lot..."
Fayetta puffed her bare chest out with indignation, as though the gesture would intimidate the far more gigantic Elf. "You elves can't think of anyone but yourselves! You chose to drink the potion all on your own!" Another flap of her wings indicated that she was habitually trying to make an exit, but couldn't. Instead, she climbed off the rock.
"Where do you think your going?" Lendriss demanded, following the Pixie in half the booming footsteps. "You have to help me fix this."
Fayetta laughed, stopped, and turned around to loop up at the Elf. "I don't need to fix anything, Pointy. And why should I help you, after you insulted me like that?"
Lendriss glanced back at the scraps of a tent, and back at Fayetta. She considered her options as the Pixie crossed her arms and tapped her foot on the ground in waiting, and...
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