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Aranea was boring. No one on her team could spare a moment to hear what she had to say - not that they didn’t have reason for it. Everything she said was about her, and frankly she was not that interesting. Just a lame, skinny, bookish dweeb.
Sitting in her room, Aranea wanted to change that. And if she couldn’t make her personality more interesting, then why not make her body more interesting?
To the alchemizer.
It wasn’t the most difficult thing to figure out. Combine a generic vitamin with a drawing of a sexier version of Aranea. It hadn’t been hard to get the drawing, either - Meulin practically chomped at the bit to do that sort of stuff.
A bit of time and grist later, and a bottle of pills lay unopened at Aranea’s feet. All she had to do was eat one and wait. It seemed simple enough. So why did Aranea feel slightly off about this? Maybe it wasn’t the best thing to alter herself for the attention of others. But then again, she absolutely loved feeling someone else’s flushed stirrings. If she could become sexy like Porrim, experience those feelings all the time… Aranea’s heart started racing. She rushed back into her room and swallowed a pill.
At first, Aranea felt nothing. She sat down, feeling rather foolish. Then…
Warmth. All over her body.
Aranea’s legs began to lengthen. She stood up and stretched them out, admiring the new length - she had always wanted to be taller. Before, her dress had come down to her knees. Now it only covered part of her thighs.
Aranea’s legs quivered and spasmed, fire racing through them as the warmth turned to scorching heat. It burned in the most delightful of ways. Her hips grew wider, wider, wider still, becoming full and sensual. Her thighs bulged and grew with sexy feminine muscle, becoming curvy and shapely. Her calves became toned and firm, matching her knockout pair of thighs.
Aranea sighed as she ran her hands up and down her legs, feeling every new groove and contour. They were so thick, so powerful and incredible. She kicked out her left leg, admiring the profile in the mirror. These would certainly turn some heads.
Then she jumped as her ass began to change. It grew wider, larger, farther out until it expended off her body like a shelf. Powerful muscles grew there that would take years of squats to achieve, large, but feminine and shapely, perfectly formed. It had a lift unlike anyone else's, and was round and toned and just fucking big. Her skirt couldn’t even attempt to cover her legs anymore. The seam pushed up over her ever-expanding ass, chased away by Aranea’s unreal half.
She walked back and forth in front of the mirror, admiring the sensuous way her legs and hips gyrated as she walked. She placed her hands on her hips, drinking in her new figure. Where before her legs had been twigs, they were now curvaceous, long, toned, and thick. Her panties couldn’t begin to cover her new giant ass, and now Aranea had to spread her tight ass cheeks apart to even find them.
“Fuuuuuuuuck yessssssss,” Aranea moaned, imagining the shocked admiration her legs would get her.
Struck with inspiration, she grabbed an empty soda can off the shelf and wedged it between her ass. One quick flex later and the can was pulverized by her thunderous booty. Incredible!
Her thoughts were cut off by the fire spreading to her upper body. She felt her waistline tuck in and abdominal muscles become more prominent. Moving her hands over her waist, she felt newly defined abs under her dress. Her thinned waist made her hips even more prominent, and her stomach felt toned and tight.
Now her arms tightened, becoming firm and toned with feminine muscle. Aranea flexed in the mirror, admiring them. They weren’t huge, but they were now nothing to laugh at.
All thoughts were cut off when the fire spread to her tits. They had been flat and unnoticeable, until now. They bulged and grew, pushing her failing dress outward.
Aranea arched her back and moaned deeply, placing one hand over her expanding tits and the other to her nook, where a different fire was building.
Her nipples grew and poked ever outward, firm and hard. Her tits kept pushing on her poor dress until they popped out the top, uncontainable. Aranea screamed in sexual delight, almost there. Her tits kept growing, making a mockery of the material that used to contain them. They were so fucking huge, she needed to bring her other hand back up to give them the proper attention they deserved. Squeeze, rub, massage. She cupped her melons in her hands and got on her knees, back arched, and let out a final moan before the fire in her lower body exploded.
Her ability to experience an orgasm had grown with her body, because this one obliterated her senses in an all-encompassing wave of pleasure. It was a long time before she could even think.
When Aranea regained some sense, she stood up and gave herself a thorough looking over in the mirror. Gone was the skinny dweeb from minutes before. This Aranea was very much a woman. Bigger tits than Meulin, better thighs than Porrim. Every inch of her was perfectly defined, her tits put everyone’s to shame. Big but not so much that they detracted from the rest of her, and they remained perky and firm.
Aranea gave herself ten minutes to admire her new figure, feeling all over and accidentally coming once again at the sight of herself. But who wouldn’t now? She was a walking sex goddess, and now everyone would see that.
Time to pay Meenah a visit.