As the journey continued, Mitsuri felt the strange and pleasant warmth spreading through her body intensify. Each breath she took seemed to draw more energy from the environment, fueling the changes she was undergoing. The agent carrying her on his back noticed the gradual change in Mitsuri's weight, but he was too embarrassed to question it. With every step, he felt her increasingly larger and more defined body clinging to his for support.
Mitsuri's body continued to expand subtly. Her height increased from 178 centimeters to 179, her figure becoming more voluptuous and defined. Her thighs, already firm and strong, became even more toned, and her uniform tightened further around her expanding form. The hem of her skirt rode higher, revealing more of the pink panties underneath.
The new agent felt the increasing weight and subtle changes in Mitsuri's form but tried to remain focused on his task. This became increasingly difficult as he noticed Mitsuri's green stockings slipping down her legs as they grew longer, and soon, tears began to appear along the sides as they thickened.
He adjusted his grip as she grew heavier, his hands feeling the solid muscles and smooth curves of her thighs. Her chest pressed more firmly against his back, each breath causing her ample bosom to swell even more.
Mitsuri herself was in a state of semi-bliss, the rhythmic motion of the agent's steps and the sensation of warmth spreading through her body merging into a harmonious experience. Her focus shifted inward as she tried to channel the love and admiration she sensed around her, using it to fuel her transformation. She could feel the power of the Breath of Love growing stronger within her, edging closer to the ultimate, elusive form she sought.
Finally, as they arrived at the Blacksmith Village, Mitsuri had reached a height of 200 centimeters. Her already revealing clothes were now just rags barely clinging to her body. As the agent carried her through the main street, Mitsuri felt the warmth from before growing even stronger. Although she still could not see, she sensed the admiration and adoration of the villagers as she passed by, carried by an exhausted but very satisfied agent of the corps.
When the agent finally arrived at the clan leader's house, he gently placed Mitsuri on the ground. She stood tall, towering over the entire crowd that had gathered around her.
"Wow, the corporation's blacksmiths are smaller than I thought," Mitsuri mused to herself, still oblivious to the changes in her own body. "And why does everyone wear these funny masks?"
As Mitsuri entered the building, she had to remember to crouch as she passed through the doors. Before long, she got used to it and soon found herself sitting formally in front of the leader of the blacksmiths. He was flanked by a pair of assistants, who appeared to be feeling unwell as their noses started to bleed upon her entrance.
"Ah, you must be the Hashira of Love, Mitsuri!" said the old man in a solemn tone. Beneath his mask, he couldn't take his eyes off the colossal and divine body of his guest. "I hope the trip was pleasant."
"Ah, yes, actually, I think the mountain air is doing me a lot of good. I feel much... better here," Mitsuri replied. As she spoke, she took a deep breath, causing her cleavage to expand. This almost caused a disaster as the clan elder felt his heart about to explode, while his aides fainted.
"Yes, I can see that," said the old man, struggling to maintain his composure. "I hope you continue to feel better and better here. By the way, have you tried our baths?"
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