Sam chewed her thumbnail as she stared at the oven. Every few seconds, her eyes flicked to the clock in the kitchen, terrified that she would screw this up. She had been planning this for weeks and was hoping to catch Della by surprise.
With a frustrated sigh, she pulled the oven open to check the status of her baked pasta. Her eyes darted from the dish to the box in her hand multiple times. 'Do I wait the time it says or just pull it when it looks right? Della never had these issues with cooking, never bothering with a timer and always basing her choices off of sight and smell...'
Earlier that week, when Sam had found the recipe online while searching “easy dinners that any idiot could make” online, she had zero doubts as to her capability. “If I can write my final thesis on the lack of credit given to Boudicca in holding off the Romans, then I can certainly make this,” she had reasoned.
Now, with less than 10 minutes until Della got home from her last final, the pixie was starting to panic. She closed the oven and double-checked the dinner table to make sure everything was set properly, that the wine chilled, and that all of the candles were still lit. It had to be perfect.
As she turned to check the timer again, something shiny caught her eye.
Focusing her vision onto the object, she picked it up and held it in her hand. She lightly caressed her fingertips along the smooth silver heart, and a mischievous smile graced her lips. With it being the end of their final semester before graduation, the two had agreed to hold off on having any “amulet” nights until after the last exam was finished. After abstaining for two weeks, the pixie did not even hesitate and placed the amulet around her neck.
Her first few transformations had been slow and incredibly sensual. This time, she was aching for release and allowed the magic to sweep throughout her tiny body. She gasped suddenly as she felt her shirt tighten across her expanding frame. Usually, the feeling was more like a flowing river. This time, however, it was quite literally like a dam bursting.
Feeling her panties dampen, she bit her lip and began to tear her shirt open. She loved the feeling of power as she destroyed her clothes. As soon as the shirt hit the floor, one hand found its way to her lengthening hair, the other into her moist panties.
Spreading her legs to allow for better access, she leaned forward slightly as the combined sensations of the amulet and her own efforts pushed her closer to climax. Before Della, she had never been able to get off this quickly, and now it was difficult not to. Her breath came in quick, loud gasps, the walls practically shaking from her moaning. Faster than she expected, another dam burst and she felt the waistband of her panties snap.
Her massive muscles quivered in ecstasy as she slowly stood to her new height. She brought both hands to her head and ran them through her thicker hair, her biceps bulging for no reason but to please her.
It was then that she heard what sounded like heavy breathing.
Sam opened her eyes and saw the beautiful face of her lover. Della’s glasses had slid down her nose, her cheeks flushed, and her chest heaving as she breathed loudly. It became apparent to Sam, possibly due to the blonde’s erect nipples, that Della must have seen most of that. Without missing a beat, she held her bicep flex, cocked a hip to the side and said, “So... are you surprised?”
Della started to respond, but then something else caught her attention: “Is something burning?”
Tags: Female muscle, muscle growth, height increase, clothes ripping, magic
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Story by Trent Harlow |
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Artwork by Joseph Caesar S.D. |
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