The Mechanism of Transformation 1 - The Magical Ms. Musclopholese
The mob of orcs, goblins and ogres was near to overwhelming our heroic party, sheer numbers being too great for the adventures. Backing into a fissure in a cliff seemed their only option; funnel them 300 style and pray to their gods for victory.
Chanting in arcane tongues, the wizard Malzahar ((Names ripped straight from League of Legends; no apologies or correlations)) hurled missiles of pure force at the frontrunners of the beasts, slamming into their chests and taking down two of them. Varus, the archer, sent a volley of arrows towards the back line, eliminating three more. Tryndamere, the barbarian, began to assault the front, bearing the brunt of the attacks from the larger combatants and shrugging them off as best he could, whilst hacking away at the more fearsome threats. The cleric, Marie, was doing all she could to keep her allies alive, unable to contribute damage to the battle.
After an eternity of a few minutes, the party of adventures was finally victorious, Tryndamere beheading the final ogre with a roar. Exhausted, yet safe, the party rejoiced triumphantly, and began to set up their camp for the evening right on the sight of the battle. The stench was horrendous, but they were too tired to seek shelter elsewhere. Besides, there was loot amongst the corpses, and no good adventuring company would leave that behind.
The familiar sounds of rolling dice and shuffling of papers was interrupted by the glaring buzz of a cell phone. With a sigh, Matt answered, shuffling off, while the rest of the group gathered their wits after their bout with the DM. Mark was notorious for giving the players challenges that, while able to be conquered, kept the party in constant jeopardy, and that played high on the nerves of the players. This particular group of D&D fanatics had been playing together twice a week, for several hours a session, for the past four years. Over the span of several campaigns, and the creation of countless parties and losses of their characters, they had grown to love the thrill of the game, even if it was all in their imagination. And as one would suspect, the gamers fit the bill of your stereotypical nerds; Matt, who played the barbarian, was lanky, undergroomed, and wore the ill-fitting jeans so popular amongst the angsty youth who, by their age of 24, should have grown out of said angst but refused to do so. Jim, player of the mage, was an IT manager for a small, local firm, and so kept to respectable dress and habits, though someone outside of the nerd circle might not have much to discuss with him. Andy, who controlled the archer Varus, was the brother of Mark, and both were remarkably similar; nerds to the extreme, they were both highly intelligent and somewhat socially awkward, preferring the world of dragons and adventure to the one of cars and bars. Lastly, Marie, playing the character named for herself (as had been most of hers), was Mark's wife. A few years younger than the group at 22, she was cute in her own way, but still affected by the acne of puberty as well as the build of a sedentary gamer. All in all, the typical group.
"I have to go," Matt announced, "something's come up at home."
"Not a problem. Everyone finish their daily activities, and we'll dish out XP next week; I have the Magic tournament this weekend, and so our next session won't be until Tuesday."
The party detailed out the mundanities of setting up camp, with Marie casting a few spells to ease the party's burdens and whatnots. Malzahar, in secret, cast a spell of Eagle's Splendor upon Marie, giving her a temporary boost to her Charisma score for reasons yet unknown. In the real world, the friends parted ways, leaving Mark, Andy, and Marie alone in their home.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the universe, the immortal being Gygax took note of the dedicated individuals, truly appreciating their dedication to the game He Himself created. Deciding, as only the greatest DM could, to alter what happened to them in the real world. It was time they benefited from their hard work in a more practical manner.
"Have fun on your trip honey," Marie replied, still wrapped in bedsheets. It was far too early to rise simply to see her husband off. Hearing the sound of their door being locked, she rolled back over and continued her sleep. Her dreams, though she remembered them only in feeling, had been pleasant, and she was eager to get back to them.
Several hours later she awoke with a yawn and stretch. Making her way to the bathroom for her morning routine, she was stopped in her tracks as she noticed herself in a mirror. "What the hell?" she audibly exclaimed, reaching up to touch her face. "My acne's gone!"
Indeed, her skin was nearly flawless, years of embarrassing blemishes erased almost magically. She continued her inspection, and found similar changes occurred throughout her body; her hair was fuller and grease-free, several unsightly stretchmarks had vanished, and overall she felt...sexier. Though still in poor shape, it seemed less obvious than usual. It even seemed as though her breasts were higher, more firm, and youthful.
Over the several days Mark was gone, Marie tried, and failed, to explain the changes. Assuming that some combination of skin cremes and diet changes had finally taken effect, she eventually shrugged off the changes, although certainly glad for them. She felt more at ease with herself, more comfortable in her own skin. There were no ill effects to be found, so she chose instead to focus on the positive.
Mark returned home as expected, bearing hundreds of new cards and plenty of stories of matches gone both well and awry. He noticed the changes in Marie almost instantly, and couldn't be happier for her; though he loved her no matter her appearance, the increased confidence she felt would be great for her, and it seemed as though her overall health and improved as well; what husband could complain about that? She explained them off the same way she had to herself, and Mark seemed to accept this as readily as she had. Of course, sex had been spectacular, the new-found Marie certainly seemed to enjoy herself.
It was Tuesday all too soon, and the party was ready for their next adventure. Heading off towards their destination, to stop an evil Warlock from raising an undead army and taking over the world. Along the way they encountered a variety of puzzles and snares which they narrowly (but always) escaped. At last it came to the part of the adventure for combat: a horde of the villain's zombie minions came to meet the adventures. Marie was ready, for it is in combat against undead that a Cleric truly shines. Malzahar had, over the time, been repeatedly casing his secret spell upon her, and the results showed; her confrontation was confident and daring, traits Marie seldom showed. As the battle began, Malzahar cast buffs on the party to increase their combat stats; upon Marie, he cast Bear's Endurance, raising her Constitution score greatly (with a roll of 6, she gained 10 temporary points, greatly increasing her survivability). And survive she did. The fight went wholly in favor of the players, with Marie doing the vast majority of the damage and crowd control. Victory in hand, the party celebrated, and once again their session came to a close.
Marie felt invigorated after the game, and not simply because it had gone so well for her. It was as though she, personally, had accomplished great victory, and was filled with energy and vigor. Completely atypically, she changed into tennis shoes and a jogging outfit and went for a run. Mark didn't question it; again, what husband would? And Marie certainly enjoyed herself; returning home nearly two hours later and drenched in sweat, she was nevertheless giddy and excited, brimming with spontaneous energy. This, coupled with her still-improved appearance, had brightened her mood in a drastic way. And Mark again reaped the rewards in the bedroom that evening.
In the two day interim period before the next game session, Marie never lost her energetic attitude. She ran, she went to the nearby gym, and she even downloaded several workout dvds and put them to use. Never before had she felt so alive, and she wasn't about to let it go to waste. Even more remarkably, her body was already responding to the insane influx of exercise; she had lost nearly 10 pounds, and a large part of jiggle in her arms and thighs had tightened. Mark, though a bit concerned about his wife's rapid weight loss, preferred (consciously or not) to remain oblivious and instead appreciate the changes in his wife. She certainly had gained an equally voracious sexual appetite, and Mark could barely keep up.
Elsewhere, Gygax grinned at His creation. Plotting deeper than Vecna, He watched his plans unfold.
Marie began to seriously wonder what was happening with her the following Monday. She had kept up her energetic fitness routine almost maniacally, never seemed to run out of energy, and continued reaping serious benefits. Her weight had dropped steadily, and she was now trim and slender, something she had never really been. Her stomach was flat and tight, her arms toned, and her legs lean and sculpted. It had barely been a week since her acne first disappeared, and now...now she looked like a completely new person. Mark, to his discredit, didn't mention it at all, and Marie was more than slightly upset at his lack of concern. Although he spent a fair bit of his time asleep these days, given that when he was awake, Marie kept him worked out as well. And she couldn't complain; she was gorgeous, with a body she would have killed for in the past. But it was all happening so quickly, and there was no explanation.
She'd tried to make a doctor's appointment, but was nearly laughed off the phone when she told them what had happened. The weight loss was a concern, but the office didn't believe that it had happened as fast as she claimed, particularly since, by her own admittance, she felt great and suffered no other consequences. She sighed as she hung up, and threw herself into another day of 6 P85C dvds and an 8-mile run. Whatever was happening was happening, and she was just going to have to accept it.
Tueday's adventure was like many others, and Marie could barely concentrate on it, rushing her decisions and rolls. She'd rather be working out that sitting down, and it clearly showed. The rest of the group was a little frustrated with her, although they were largely distracted by her outfit. She was wearing spandex running shorts, which hugged her newly-developed booty incredibly and left all of her legs bare. Her legs were amazing, curving from her tiny joints to create marked contours that drove all of them, her brother-in-law included, to oftentimes stare distractedly. Her quads were obvious and bulged powerfully with every move she made, and her calves were prominent and visible from all angles; her impatient bouncing around the room forced them to erupt with sexy muscle almost constantly. The bouncing also emphasized her chest, which had always been large, clad in a sports bra. Her breasts were even larger than before, bordering on E's, and were thrust forward with chutzpah by distinctly developed pectorals. Her top also left her abdomen bare, and it was lined with muscle; four abs were visible at all times, with the bottom two peaking out when she breathed or stretched. Even some obliques were peeking out, and her stomach looked like it should grace the cover of any of the popular women's fitness magazines. Her arms were on similar par; sweeping from her narrow waist upwards to wide, firm shoulders, delts like baseballs supporting her limbs, which bulged with muscle even relaxed. Her triceps frequently popped out, firm and ripe like horseshoes from the backs of her arms, and her biceps balled with power every time she gestured. Several times one of the men's jaws dropped as Marie fiddled with her hair, which of course caused peaked, orange-sized balls of muscle to appear in her upper arms. She was incredible, and nothing at all like the woman from a week ago.
Stammering through the adventure as best as the could, the group finally gave up just shy of an hour in, unable to focus at all on the campaign. Jim in particular was taken aback by Marie's transformation, and spent long minutes in silence as the adventures wrapped up the activities of the day. Surely, it can't be... he thought, though the conclusion he drew was the only explanation for the events that had unfolded.
"Mark, Malzahar uses the last of his daily spell slots to cast Bull's Strengh, Cat's Grace, and Eagle's Splendor on Marie, wrapping them all up with a Permanency spell."
Before anyone could respond, Jim rolled his dice, and landed 6 on each, giving Marie's character a +10 to each of her Strength, Dexterity, and Charisma scores, all of which would no longer fade as the effects were permanent. He turned to the real-life Marie and watched.
A shudder ran through her, and Jim gasped, his hypothesis coming to conclusion. Marie's already amazing physique began to change.
Her height increased first; she had been fairly average before, standing at 5'3", but this soon changed as inches materialized on her frame. She rose in height rapidly, coming to stand at an even 6' in height; two of those inches were added to her torso, lengthening her out somewhat, and the remaining seven inches piled onto her legs, giving her an amazing inseam and pins that would make any centerfold drip with envy. This height increase had diminished their musculature somewhat, but that soon changed. Pounds piled onto her body rapidly. Her calves flared outward, inverted hearts that were clearly visible from the front, and becoming even moreso by the second. Her quads bulged and tear-dropped above her still-narrow knee joints, hardening and growing at an alarming rate. Those fortunate enough to be able to see her butt watched it grow and swell outwards, looking like someone had stuffed two bowling balls in her pants, both in size and in density. Her abs bristled forth, all six forcing into prominence on her torso, with ripples of obliques lining the sides and an Adonis belt cutting its way across her pelvis. Her midsection looked bulletproof, the ridges of her muscles so thick you could lose the first joint of a finger between them.
There was a tearing sound coming from her sports bra, the material not being able to withstand what was happening within. Her breasts had been steadily increasing in size, approaching the lower half of the alphabet. Impressive though that was, they remained high and forward on her chest as her bra fell away, being supported by a mound of pectoral muscle several inches thick and looking strong enough to bench press a truck. Her shoulders had also widened, giving her the most spectacular sweep of an hourglass outside of a Tex Avery cartoon, and swiftly approaching just those proportions. As she stretched and flexed, her arms bulged forth with equal vigor; what had been oranges before were now the size of softballs and growing steadily larger, and her triceps extended so far back, it would seem one could obscure a paperback novel behind them.
Lastly, as her growth seemed to slow, the final bit of transformation overtook Marie. Her hair flowed down her back, taking on a luster and fullness of a shampoo commercial. Her skin tanned and then bronzed, and any impurity one could have found before vanished entirely, leaving her flawless and breathtaking. Her lips plumped, her green eyes, deepened, and her face took on the shape of an incarnated wet dream. Everything about her oozed sex, power, and vigor.
Gaining control of herself, Marie giggled as she looked over her body. Her 20" calves and bloated 42" quads, fully visible under her stretched-to-the-limit spandex shorts looked capable of kicking down a vault door. Her ass couldn't be commented on, as no where in creation has such a spectacular shelf of derriere be found, outside of a plastic surgeon's dream book. Her hips shrank to a tiny waist; she was easily able to touch her fingertips in the front and her thumbs in the back, and was packed to the brim with muscle. She grinned broader and she hefted her exceptional breasts, letting them fall and bounce back into place supernaturally high on her chest, which was so thick with muscle the striations were clearly visible behind her mammaries. Her traps had crept up her neck and given her a glorious compliment to her broad shoulders, which would have to be turned sideways to fit through any of the doors of her house. She looked down at her arm and she straightened it, amazed at the size and definition of her triceps; each muscle clearly visible and developed to the maximum. She bent her arm then, and watched with glee as her bicep grew and swelled, from the first little movement until her elbow was 90 degrees. Her bicep was peaked and ripped, the fibers clearly visible. She pumped it a few times and marveled at how it bulged to what had to be 19 inches around. Milking it further brought it up another inch and forced an insane peak to pop up.
Looking around the room at the stunned men, all of whom were displaying stiff erections and puddles of wetness in the crotches of her pants, she laughed, the sound sweet and angelic (causing her husband to once again spread moisture through his jeans).
"Well boys, what are we going to slay next?"