"Oh, great. More guests. Just what I needed." Alyssa said, looking over the trio of adventurers , or perhaps bounty hunters, who had entered her home from her hidden room at the back of her house where she practiced most of her magic. Alyssa was a witch. A very good witch, if she could say so herself. More importantly, she was a witch who just wanted to be left alone in her secluded house outside of town.
Problem with being a witch who lived in a secluded home that may or may not be considered a lair is that the superstitious or paranoid townspeople tend to go torches and pitchforks on you eventually, regardless of whether or not you've actually done anything. In this case, it was a trio of female adventures, as mentioned before, that decided to take up the job of invading her home and presumably killing her. Alyssa was somewhat opposed to the last part, and had decided a while ago to do something about it, something that didn't involve any intruders being reduced to a pile of ash, as easy as that might be. She didn't need an even worse reputation. Actually doing something evil might tip things over the edge, and it's all torches and pitchforks from there.
So instead, she looked through the mirror she had set up and watched the three talk. A magic mirror was a huge cliché, but the reflective surface meant it was great for viewing. While they apparently bickered, she cast a quick spell to make their minds more malleable, not notice any significant magical events or changes. They split up, and each headed into a different room. Alyssa placed a few special things in each room, and then sat back and watched the fun unfold. When she was done, she wouldn't have to worry about them trying to do anything to her anymore…
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"Well, that wasn't too hard to get in to." Karina said, lowering her sword. "Didn't even have to break anything."
"Nothing except her pathetic locking spell." Lara said, confidently stepping in front of her. "I could have done better than that when I was just starting out. We obviously don't have anything that I can't handle to deal with."
Karina rolled her eyes at Lara. "You always say that, and I always end up bailing you out."
"When I'm not saving your clumsy hide from being-"
"Knock it off, you two." Teri said, interrupting them. "Argue when we're done here."
Karina sighed, and stopped herself from forming a comeback. The sooner she could hit something, the better. Karina was the fighter of the group, with short brown hair, tanned skin, and some serious muscle beneath her thick metal armour. She had taken her role as the muscle thanks to her pent-up aggression, and planned to solve the encounter with the witch they were looking for with her regular method. Hitting her until she stopped moving. A plan she was quite looking forward to implementing.
She one she had been arguing with was Lara, the sorcerer of the group, and extremely sure of herself, something that put her at odds with the others at times. She had blonde hair, long, flowing, and trailing down more than half her back, while her pale and beautiful face was complimented by magically and carefully placed makeup, giving her a very seductive and head-turning look. Just how she liked it. This goal was further by her dress, blood red, shoulder and cleavage bearing with bare arms, jewellery around her neck, ears and fingers, a tight corset around her waist, and her dress flowing down to her high heels. She was the least physically adept of the group, but had the magical prowess to back up her confidence, and was looking forward to asserting her dominance over another magic user.
The last of the trio, and filling the last character archetype of the group was Teri, the thin and agile thief, and also almost a head shorter than Lara and Karina. She had black hair done up into a short ponytail, a very thin and narrow face, light skin, and eyes constantly flickering around, searching the room. She was dressed the most plainly of the three, with simple shorts and a t-shirt. Nothing fancy, but it gave her the flexibility she needed for her job. Which, as a thief, was fairly obvious.
The three had come together a few years ago, and had set themselves up a reputation as a reliable group to hire, and when they had reached the nearby town in their travels, they found what they figured to be a fairly simple job of getting rid of a witch. They followed the directions giving, broke in easily, and reached their current situation. They had three doors to follow, and they all reached the same conclusion.
"So, split up then?" Keri asked, heading over to the door on the left.
"Obviously. Come back if you find her, if she finds you, call out. No looting anything big until we've taken care of her, ok?" Karina gave her best attempt at a stern look at Teri, who simply grinned back at her. "That means you to, Lara." She said, directing her attention to her, who simply shrugged her off.
"I doubt I'll need your assistance, but fine." She said, heading over to the door on the right, while Karina took the left. They all headed off, assuming it wouldn't be long until one of them found who they were looking for. Meanwhile, Alyssa watched them head off, watching them begin…
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"Let's see, you, and you, and you… Nah, too big." Teri set the last thing she had found back, stuffing the other valuables she had found into her bag. She had to say, this witch had some good taste. Good enough taste to get her a good night in the city, she might add. Teri opened the next door, revealing the kitchen and dining room. She immediately headed for the pantries, seeing if there was anything particularly valuable hidden away, until she detected something, immediately turning around.
Sitting on the table, one large enough to seat at least ten people, was an enormous feast of cakes and pastries, more than enough for all the people who could fit onto the table, and then some. They also smelt delicious, and Teri found herself turning longingly towards them whenever she tried to focus her attention onto something else. After a minute, she gave up, and headed over to the table. She was watching her figure, but she was thin, and one cake couldn't hurt, right? She'd burn it off on the walk back into town anyway.
With her justification in mind, she sat down and grabbed her first slice of cake, immediately wolfing it down. Then another slice. Then another. And another. And the slices started getting bigger and bigger each time. Within a minute, she had finished her first cake, and somehow, she still felt hungry. In fact, she felt far hungrier than she had been before she started. And the cake itself was delicious, and she quickly found herself longing for another one. Without even bothering to justify herself, she slid down the table and started on a second one, finishing it even faster than the first, and getting to work on her third immediately. While she was doing this, normally, the cake wouldn't do much more than fill her stomach. But in this case, the desserts were having a much faster impact on her body, and it was getting more and more obvious with each piece she consumed.
By the end of the first cake, she probably couldn't be considered slim anymore. By the end of the second, her t-shirt was starting to seem a lot smaller, and she didn't have any spare room in her shorts. By the end of the third, anyone who looked at her would have considered her chubby, her face wide and round, and her belly was starting to bulge out from underneath her t-shirt, while her waist started to spill over her shorts.
By the end of the fourth, she had loosened her shorts, and she had a definite second chin, while her previously slender limbs were getting thicker and slower. By the end of her sixth, her breasts were straining at her shirt, her belly had forced her shirt upwards to leave it exposed, while her hips and rear were quickly outgrowing the chair she was sitting on. By the end of her eighth, her face jiggled as she moved, along with the rest of her body, her fat bouncing as she ate, her tree-trunk like thighs bursting the seams of her shorts, while her short barely covered her breasts anymore. She was more than twice as wide as when she had started, when she finally finished off the final bit of food on the table, she sat back for a moment, the chair groaning as it struggled to house her weight.
She licked her lips, smiling at how delicious her meal had been. She wished she could provide that to everyone she met, that everybody could experience a meal as good as that. And with that thought, a recipe for a dessert went through her head. And another for a full course dinner. And a few more. She pulled herself to her feet, making her way towards the kitchen, much slower than her pace before, oblivious to that fact, opening the door to the room where the actual cooking took place.
She looked around the room, thinking of everything she could make, when she noticed a white chef's uniform hanging up, and was suddenly brought to light of the state of her clothes. Her shorts were barely holding together, and she was almost indecent with her t-shirt on. She wondered just why she had worn such ill-fitting clothes, especially with her generous body figure. She didn't think any further than that, she discovered that the chef's clothes seemed to be just her size, and slipped out of her own clothes and into those ones.
The white shirt, apron, and pants fit her perfectly, to her delight, and the tight shirt held her rolls of fat in easily, and when she saw the chef's hat, while thinking it was a bit silly, she decided to hold onto it anyway, stuffing it into one of the pockets on her apron. When she looked over the ingredients of the kitchen, she wondered if it was alright to take someone else's food. Especially when she could just make it herself. After all, she had the money for it, she could maybe get a job at a restaurant, maybe start up her own herself. It was all better than sneaking around somebody else's house. She didn't feel like she was cut out for that kind of work at all. With her mind made up, Teri headed towards the exit, leaving her slim figure and outgrown clothes behind, wondering why she had even bothered coming here.
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Lara walked through the small library of the witch, having a look over some of the tomes as she passed. While she would never admit it out loud, the witch did seem to have some very impressive and rare books lying around. A shame that they went to someone so obviously not worthy of it. She'd have to remember to come back and get them later.
She turned right at the end of the bookcases and directly into a mirror and a small statue of the goddess Larisa, dressed in a flowing white robe, goddess of purity, chastity, charity, innocence, and all of other things that Lara didn't have much time for. She didn't have much time for gods in general, since what had they done for her? She turned her back on it, and immediately swung back around when she felt a magical presence coming from the statue. She quickly scanned it, but couldn't find any trace of it. Must have been some magical residue from something before that she sensed. She put it out of her mind and took a look at herself in the mirror, large enough to see all of herself, beautiful as usual. She gave herself a moment to appreciate the view, before turning back around.
She decided to linger in the library for a minute. After all, what was the rush? She had just broken into her home without much of a problem, she could deal with her later when she… She lost her trail of thought, something that didn't happen a lot, when she realised what she had just said. She broke into someone's house? To try to kill them? Why would she want to do something like that? To get paid, she reminded herself. To establish herself as… What? A killer? Someone obviously more dominant than the other? The appeal of the idea started to fade fast for her, along with her desire to get the job done. How could she kill another living person just for money and fame?
She instead turned her attention to the books lying around. This was what she was better off doing, studying and learning what she could. Maybe using it to do some good, rather than just amass more wealth and fame. She took another look at the statue of the goddess, and thought about what it symbolised. What she had previously scoffed at seemed like a better idea by the second.
She took another look at herself in the mirror, and found herself slightly appalled at herself. Was this what she wanted to do, parade herself around like an object of sex, to be stared at and wanted purely for her looks? She grew slightly uncomfortable at the thought of it, and decided to do something about that. She cast a quick spell on her dress, the colour fading to a more modest grey, the chest raising until it was high-necked, growing down her arms to form proper sleeves, the corset disappearing, along with most of her jewellery, her high-heels being reduced to flat-heeled slippers as the dress became a bit looser and less form-fitting. Much better in her eyes, she thought. She examined her face, adorned in the eye-catching seductive makeup, much less fitting on her softer and kinder facial expression. She quickly removed that as well, completing her changes.
She stepped away from the mirror, offering a quick prayer to the statue of the goddess as she passed it. She had more than overstayed her welcome in this house, and she hoped she could leave before the host had arrived. She promised herself that she wouldn't do something like this again, and was just glad that she hadn't managed to break anything while she was in here. She headed back to the exit, carefully putting back the books she had examined along the way.
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Karina made her way slowly through the bedroom, looking around. She seemed to have hit a dead-end in her search, and she couldn't seem to find anything leading to the witch. Not even in her bedroom, it seemed. She ceased her inspection of the bed and went over to a small table and mirror in the corner, with a few cosmetics and bits of makeup lying on it.
She opened the drawer on it, figuring she could find something like a key or switch or something. She figured she was being overly hopeful though, and instead of those things, she got a face full of some powder as she opened it a bit faster than she should have. She coughed for a moment, and wiped what had gotten onto her off her face, looking into the drawer to see what had caused it. Apparently just some powdery thing for applying something, it seemed. She had never been one to use makeup, so it was even less helpful to her. She had a look through the drawer, and when she found nothing, sighed at the lack of direction.
She felt like this thing was going nowhere, and sat down on the bed for a minute, feeling a little more tired than she usually was. As she sat there on the unusually large bed, the powder started to take effect on her, having inhaled what was necessary for her to be affected. Underneath her armour, her hardened muscles started to soften, her washboard abs smoothing as her toned arms became slender, and the definition on her legs disappeared entirely. her shoulders became less board as her narrow hips widened, Karina remaining oblivious as her tough figure was replaced with a softer, curvier one. Up top, her features softened slightly, while her short hair began to grow, trailing down neck neck to her back.
Karina stood up, and immediately sat back down again. Her armour and sword seemed much heavier today. No wonder she was tired, lugging that all the way here. She needed to get this stuff off, at least just for a few minutes. She unstrapped her armour, taking each piece off with a sigh of relief, eventually left in just her shirt and pants. This was much better than that, she decided, before noticing that her clothes didn't seem to fit well today. It was too tight on the hips, and too loose on her shoulders. Maybe fine as something to wear under her armour, but not comfortable as it was. Then again, this was the witch's bedroom, right? She could go find something more comfortable in her wardrobe, and it wasn't like she'd care once she had taken care of her. She walked over towards the large, walk-in wardrobe, her armour and weapon forgotten.
Karina closed the door behind her, taking a look over the large and extensive library of clothes inside, almost all of them dresses of some kind. Normally she wouldn't have been interested at all, but today, she decided to have a look over them. As she was looking, she thought about why she had taken the job. It wasn't really anything important, and she took better paying jobs that needed even less effort than this. In fact, her whole job seemed to be paid worse for more effort than a lot of jobs. Maybe she needed to rethink her career.
As her mind began to shift, her aggression mellowing out slowly, the second part of the changes to her body began. Her breasts began to swell, straining against the bra she was wearing as well as her shirt. The areolae around her nipples darkened to brown, and her breasts filled with liquid as the nipple and areolae themselves grew to fit her considerably larger breasts. Her smooth abs started to bulge out slightly, eventually swelling until it was definitely rounded, starting to show through her shirt.
Karina took a look at herself in the mirror, still wondering why her clothes fit so badly. Although she really should have seen it coming, her clothes failing to fit properly as her body changed when she had a baby on the way. Just another reason not do something else, since she'd have someone else to take care of soon. Her belly swelled out until she looked at least four months pregnant, as she finally settled on a plain brown and green dress.
She slipped out of her shirt, now looking at least six months pregnant, while she pulled her pants down past her widened hips. She pulled on the dress, taking a quick look at herself, now looking like an ordinary pregnant woman, rather than a hardened fighter. Her belly finalled stopped swelling at the size of a basketball, at least seven or so months pregnant. She had made up her mind. She couldn't keep fighting in her condition, particularly with the low payoff. She needed to settle down somewhere, get a new job, start a new life. She headed for the exit, completely forgetting her armour, as well as the witch.
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The three met at the exit, Teri being a minute later than the rest to arrive. "So, did you get her?" She asked the other two, pretty much already knowing the answer.
"No. Decided it wasn't really worth it." Karina replied.
"Not like you could have done much in your condition." Teri said, Karina responding by poking her in her flabby belly.
"Not like you could have done much better with a physique like that. Why'd you even get into a job like this with that body?"
"At least I didn't keep going while I'm pregnant, unlike you. And besides, it's not like Lara would do any better, she wouldn't hurt a fly!" Teri responded, Lara blushing shyly at the comment.
"Well… I've decided to give up this job." They all said simultaneously. They stopped for a moment, surprised at each other.
"Really? Well, that works out nicely." Lara said, brightly. "Why're you two stopping?"
"Oh, you know, felt like it was time to settle down, start a family." Karina said, rubbing her belly.
"I'm not cut out for this. I'm going to go get a job at a restaurant or something, put my culinary skills to work. How about you?" Teri said, Lara quickly responding.
"I figured I could do more good doing something other than bounty hunting. Shall we go?" She asked, as the three headed for the door.
"Why'd we even come here, anyway?"
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Alyssa watched them go, smiling at her handiwork. Well, she wouldn't be bothered by those three again, that was for sure. And she could finally walk around her own house without worrying about someone attacking her. Well, at least until the next group of hopeful bounty hunters, anyway…