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Bianca stomped down the hallway towards the Sorceress' chamber at full steam. Her boots struck the cobblestone floor hard, echoing through the spacious corridor whose walls had been adorned with colorful dragon eggs and crackling torches. Her long, yellow bunny ears bounced on her shoulders. That bountiful fluff of blonde hair was in a frizz, bangs suspended over a pair of ferociously scowling blue eyes. Her purple cape fluttered behind her. She kept a spell book locked in her arm, ready to use it against the evil witch if she needed to. I should've known, she thought for the dozenth time that minute. Her buck teeth gritted. I should've known. Dammit, I should've known.

She came upon the chamber doors and slammed both paws into them. They came flying open with a loud whooom, fast enough to bend the flames on nearby torches. The Sorceress was at her throne, unfazed by her apprentice's sudden and rather rude appearance. Her Rubenesque frame absorbed most of the shimmering gold seat. Barbarously thick thighs looked ready to spill over the armrests. Only a frilly, white ruff and a large ruby pendant that hung from her neck covered her body. The rest of her blue, scaley frame was on full display. Delicately pampered lashes and red painted lips beautified a fierce reptilian visage. It grew a genial smile at the sight of a fuming Bianca charging towards her.

"Bianca, my dear," she greeted in a tone unbothered by the intrusion. "What brings you here uninvited?"

Bianca didn't answer immediately. Her charge continued until she was within reach of the Sorceress. She came to a stop and thrusted forward an accusing finger. "I know what your plan is!" she declared loudly. What had always been a meek voice in the Sorceress' presence now tore through the chambers with the heat of betrayal. "I know what you're trying to do!"

"Why, I thought I made that clear from the beginning," said the Sorceress. "I've been on a quest for immortality longer than you've been alive. I've made that abundantly clear, I thought."

"Oh, I know about that. What you failed to mention was how exactly you planned on achieving that."

The Sorceress sat upright. Her eyes narrowed, but her polite smile did not falter. "Is that right? And what exactly is this plan of mine?"

Bianca growled through clenched teeth. "You were going to kill those baby dragons. All those eggs I've been collecting for you... You were going to let them hatch and harvest their wings." Her hand balled into a fist so tight that it shook. "If I had any idea I wouldn't have gotten so many. I would've never come to this castle in the first place!" She casted her eyes downward, shame and regret hanging on her mien. "All those times I risked my life for you, it was to do something so awful."

The Sorceress was quiet for a moment, hardly concerned by Bianca's revelation. "And how exactly did you figure this out?"

Bianca's scowl returned in full. "I was in your library, studying. I'd mastered everything you'd taught me. I thought I was ready for more advanced spells. I went into the forbidden section."

"It's called the forbidden section for a reason, you know."

"I wasn't going to do anything with the knowledge I acquired, not that I need your damn permission anymore." She shook her head. Don't let her get you sidetracked. "Anyway, I looked into the properties of dragons and their eggs. I thought I could gather better insight on how to deal with and capture them."

The Sorceress rolled her eyes. "Heaven knows you need it."

"Shut up. I looked into the book about dragons. I didn't find anything I didn't already know, except for one thing. Harvest enough hatchling wings and combine them for everlasting life. Your obsession with the eggs betrays you, Sorceress. I'm not getting any more for you, and I'm not your apprentice." She made a swift cutting motion with her arm. "We're done."

The Sorceress leaned her head on one fist. "Well, well. I'm impressed you were able to come to the right conclusion, for once. Bravo." She gave a lazy, sarcastic round of applause. "I didn't think you'd be brave enough to even approach that section of the library. I should've known better, my apprentice."

"Yeah, you should've, and I'm not your apprentice."

"Hmmm, we'll see about that." The Sorceress noticed the book Bianca was carrying. "And what exactly do you plan on doing with that? Suppose you think you can strike me down?"

Bianca tensed. Her grip on the book tightened. "No, but if you're gonna put up a fight, I'm ready to meet it." The anticipation in her tone betrayed a hesitation to commit violence, something the Sorceress was infinitely more capable of.

"Relax, darling. I have no intention of committing foul. Whether or not you're an apprentice of mine matters little to me. I've had much better, you know."

The insult stung, but much less than when Bianca cared what she thought. "Whatever. Hire as many cronies as you want. You're not getting any more work out of me you foul witch."

The Sorceress' eye narrowed again, now with pronounced malice. "My little apprentice. You let me down with such harsh words."

"I don't care what you think. For the last time, I'm not your apprentice, I'm done helping you with your evil scheme, and I'm gone for good."'

The Sorceress started to chuckle. It was a low, soft chortle, one that sent cold shivers down Bianca's spine and made her fur stand on end. "Oh, my dear Bianca. You've always been a puppet under my control, ever since you first stepped foot in this castle. Do you really think I'm just going to let you leave that easily?"

Bianca stood firm, snarling her lip at the evil dragon. "I don't care what you're gonna let me do. I'm leaving. Besides, you said it yourself, multiple times, I was never a good apprentice. Find someone else to do your dirty work."

"Oh, I certainly will. But that won't absolve your obligation to me. Nothing will until I achieve immortality. You simply won't be my apprentice any longer. There are other roles for you to fill. I'm thinking, perhaps, an enforcer will do you just fine."

"What?" Bianca shook her head. "Are you not hearing the words coming out of my mouth? I'm leaving. I'm not enforcing anything anymore."

"Not with that attitude. Hmm, nor that body. What's a petite bunny girl like yourself going to do when it comes time to provide muscle?"

"What in the world are you talking about?" Bianca demanded. She had had enough of this nonsense. "Whatever. Goodbye, Sorceress. I hope you and your quest fail miserably." Bianca turned her back on the dragon, swooshing the long, violet cape out behind her as her boots stomped towards the doors.

The Sorceress stayed where she was, grinning at the sight of her current apprentice walking away. The hand not propping her head up on the armrest lifted into the air, the middle finger cocked against the thumb. She called out to Bianca, "Not so fast, darling," then snapped her finger.

Snap!

It struck Bianca in the gut like a swift punch. She doubled over mid-stride, crossing her arms over her beleaguered stomach as the wind rushed out of her mouth. "Huhhhhh!" Her feet were just able to regain balance beneath her. The knees knocked and trembled. It was like a dragon had taken a seat on her. The sensation spread across her torso, settling in her chest and bleeding down her four limbs. Her neck tensed, wringing the cords to the surface.

"What... what is this?" she asked, body starting to shake. She was able to stand upright, though a steady quake had settled throughout her body. Her arms uncrossed from the front of her stomach and she looked at them. There was no magical aura that she could see, but rather the great tensing of her muscles which made the sinews and tendons bulge. Closing her fists exacerbated the effect, turning what had been scrawny arms into thick clubs. She spun around and pleaded. "What did you do?"

"Oh, just made it so you'd fit your new position better," said the Sorceress as if she'd performed a favor of no consequence. "I think you'll find it much more suited for being the enforcer I need you to be."

The pressure intensified across Bianca's body, appearing most harshly around her upper body. Groaning in her ears was the sound of her body being manipulated. The pecs and biceps suffered a stretching sensation like they had been stuck by a needle and pumped full of chemicals. Bianca watched as they grew more defined inside her dress, tightening the sleeves around her upper arms and the bust. The softness of her chest and arms grew harsh with the radical definition that beset them. Those veins she had seen blossom against her skin winded from elbow to wrist like a row of vines. She felt the sprout of abs across her tummy. Her trunk lost its curvy hourglass shape in favor of a muscle-ribbed slant that fell into her hips. The roundness of her butt died when a pair of chiseled boulders inflated from their cores, dimpling the haunches. Those dainty legs grew like the rest of her, the calves growing wings and the thighs a set of heavy ridges.

Bianca stood still throughout the terrifying process, keeping her arms out in front of her like she was ready to catch something, fearing she might get hurt if she moved. The growth stopped eventually but she didn't dare do anything that would restart it. Breathing heavily and in a panic, she looked down at the chiseled statue that was her body. It felt big and cumbersome, like her head had been removed from the previous form and transplanted on this one. It was unmistakably hers, however, featuring the same jaunty, yellow fur and her favorite dress still attached, ready to shred into a million pieces at any moment.

"Why?" she demanded, voice shaking. "Why'd you do this to me?" Looking up at the throne she saw a thoroughly entertained Sorceress smiling from ear to ear.

"Well, you certainly weren't going to knock any heads with that girly body of yours, now were you? No, if I want someone to do that, they ought to have the strength to do it. Go on, let me see you flex those muscles."

"I..." Bianca stared at her arms. "I don't know..." What to do? How this worked? If I'll ever be the same again? So many uncertainties flew through her mind, each one filling her with varying degrees of dread.

"Don't worry, my apprentice. Er, my enforcer. Allow me." She snapped her finger again. Snap!

Suddenly Bianca snapped to attention. Her feet came shoulder-width apart at the exact same moment both arms hooked into an epic flex at the sides of her head. The biceps ballooned into small boulders, stretching the sleeves of her dress past their limit. Riiiiiiiip! A thin tear unzipped the fabric on both arms, exposing more of the yellow fur beneath. It was a totally involuntary action, something like a massive tic, and yet she felt her muscles perform it as if she had made them.

An expression of shock in contrast to her proud pose widened her eyes. "What is this? What am I doing?"

"Giving me a good show, that's what," hooted the Sorceress. She shifted one giant leg over the other and squirmed in her seat, thoroughly aroused by the display in front of her. "A big, brawny fellow like yourself is sure to frighten any foes you may come across. Show me what else you can do, hmm?" Another snap of the fingers.

It threw Bianca into a series of poses that demonstrated the power and precision of her new physique. She bent her back and hooked her arms downward, sparking another great rip in her dress, this time coming straight down her back from the collar. Cool air spilled down her fur as it became exposed, the dress falling apart at the seams with nothing but hair-thin threads to hold them together. The next pose had her pivoting on her feet with one arm coming out straight at a diagonal angle while its twin flexed next to her head. She turned her back to the Sorceress, crunched her glutes and squeezed her shoulder blades together. Every movement, no matter how small, brought with it the pop and tear of more threads throughout her dress. It started to slough off her, exposing her burly chest. One breast and its candy pink nipple stood out amongst the destroyed dress and surrounding gold fur.

It was a terrifying ordeal for her. She'd lost virtually all control, forced to strike all these sexy poses against her will. Frightened whimpers and gasps came out of her with the continued destruction of her clothes. Heat rose to her cheeks as she felt more of her body being laid bare to the obviously horny Sorceress. "OK! OK! I get it!" she begged. "I'll be your enforcer! I'll fight whoever you need me to, or whatever! Just make it stop, please!"

The Sorceress snapped her finger again, and Bianca regained control. She was in the middle of changing pose and almost fell over. Her massive arms twirled to fight and keep herself upright. She heard applause and saw the Sorceress clapping. "Bravo! Bravo. Absolutely wonderful. Yes, I know you'll be my enforcer from now on. You'll be a splendid one too. Lovely to look at, not so much to battle. Why, you even have the proper weapon for it already!"

Bianca didn't know what she was talking about until the Sorceress pointed to the floor. At her feet was a one-handed battle ax. Bianca hadn't noticed it at all. The shaft was of solid oak with a handle bound in leather. The blade was double edged, textured by innumerable black waves like damascus. When did that get there? Bianca squatted to get a closer look, an awkward maneuver given her recent increase in mass and the great amount of dress she ripped as a result. The ax looked oddly familiar somehow. Perhaps she had seen it in an illustration or hanging on a rack somewhere in the castle.

A closer look at the glimmering, white steel revealed the truth. The many waves of black texture that floated across the metal were not damascus steel but actual printed letters. They formed words that swam over one another like ripples of sunlight on the ocean floor. Bianca could read a few of them: spell, magic, cast, power, energy. Those were words straight out of her spellbook. That was why the ax looked so familiar. The steel was the same white as the pages and the leather handle was the binding. In her hand was not some randomly summoned weapon, but the end result of her spellbook's transformation.

The Sorceress watched as it dawned on her. "I figured you wouldn't need any spells when your strength would more than compensate. Also, an ax is much, much more intimidating than a flimsy book. One swing from that thing and you'll split a foe from their scalp to their groin."

Bianca grimaced at the thought, though she could not deny how perfectly balanced the weapon felt in her hand. She'd clung to it so often when it was a book. Of course it would still feel natural as a weapon. "I... I don't know if I want to do that."

The Sorceress tapped her finger on the armrest. "Still reluctant to do the job, hmm?"

"Well, I've never fought anyone before, not like that." She looked at her beefy arms and the ax wrapped up in her fist. Just the bend of her elbow or the tweak of her shoulder would bring a euphoric sense of power. It frightened her dearly. "I don't care how well equipped I am. I'm just not cut out for that kind of thing." She scowled at the Sorceress. "Let alone for the likes of you."

"The Sorceress cackled. "That's alright. There are some more modifications I can make, ones that'll make you more willing. Besides, I think we can go even bigger~"

Bianca's ears drooped. "B-Bigger?"

The Sorceress lifted her hand again. "Indeed. Much bigger." Snap!

Another burst of pressure across Bianca's midriff. An involuntary gasp swept through her mouth as she hunched over and covered her afflicted abdomen. The ax went clattering to the floor loudly, promptly forgotten about, but not to be neglected. A more appropriate warrior for wielding it was crafted by the onset of more muscle growth in the whimpering Bianca, now growing vertically as well. That stretching sound echoed throughout the throne room, emanating from Bianca's very core, down to the bones. Her spine telescoped, the femurs stretched, and her arms became what was several times bigger than what her legs had been.

The dress was done for, ripping across her explosive upper body and falling to the floor in a flutter of ribbons. Out were her breasts, now just indistinguishable fluff in front of the two oak shields that were her pectorals. Traps like small hills erupted from her shoulders and consumed the flanks of her neck. The cords were taut while the neighboring veins wormed through like newborn rivers. This was while Bianca gritted her jaw and grunted through her nose, each additional asset to her musculature a magnificent discomfort.

The Sorceress was much more pleased, now unable to sit still in her throne as the scene kept her bothered and hot. One hand had crept into the valley of her thighs where the temperature in her womanhood was growing hot, each degree added by the sinews and veins she saw burst across her new enforcer's taut skin. "Oh my..." she huffed, fingers within reach of her blazing cunny. The thought of Bianca atop her, their bodies intertwined, that epic bunny body thrusting and bouncing while the dragoness screamed, poured fuel onto the fire.

Only one issue. Bianca, for all of her might, was not quite equipped for such a task. What was left of the dress remained clung to her thighs and did not sport anything like a cock bulge, something the Sorceress had already been picturing when she'd first triggered the spell. Easy fix, she thought before another snap of her fingers rang through the throne room. With it Bianca's muscle growth slowed to a stop and was continued elsewhere.

Bianca had been doubled over, gritting through the body-wide strain of becoming a shredded beast when her spine shot into a vertical line. Her voice cracked when she gasped. "Ahhhh~!" The bell of her dress- what was left of it, at least -barely came below her buttocks, leaving most of her sinew-strapped thighs exposed. There was a whirring behind it, a rearrangement of flesh unlike the addition of muscle. Tingles pleasant but alien fizzed inside her cunny. Her clit was a bead of white hot pleasure, making her mouth drop into an O shape. "Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" Her giant thighs slammed together and her paws folded over her crotch, a vain attempt at containing the terrible delight that made her body quake.

She felt it beneath her palms, the shift and shake of her delicate lady bits being reassembled into what was much heavier and desirable for the Sorceress. At the very deepest she could feel her ovaries bulking. They sank to her groin and fell through her feminism as a fully developed pair of testes already brewing with testosterone. Just in front of them her clit was lengthening into a premier sex organ. Stubby and pink initially, it was woven over by a tube of skin and heavy filaments. The head grew into a burdensome cock helmet, fat and swollen. White foreskin hugged it up to the slit where it pinched into a tiny balloon knot.

It was incredibly erotic. Bianca stood with her knees knocked together, biting back her moans as the magic manipulated her most sensitive parts. Second to the masculinization of her lady bits was the bloom of tingles across her chest. The layer of soft mammary tissue that was her tits started to deflate, flattening out and exposing more of her strength. The nipples shrank from puffy, pink circles into sharp points perfectly symmetrical with each other.

The Sorceress breathed heavily, unable to quell the fire in her loins with just the sensual rub of her hand going in and out of her thighs. She forced herself to pull it out so she could cross her legs and focus instead on Bianca's shift into manhood. With virtually nothing left to cover the behemoth bunny, she saw the slow stretch of the penis down her thighs. A fancy sight, but not one the Sorceress wanted to see until the transformation was complete. With another snap of her finger the remaining tatters of Bianca's dress began to slide across her body like a coordinated swarm of insects, closing in around her pelvis and weaving into a pair of shorts that stuck to her growing cock and stony glutes. The pant legs came barely below her ass, leaving virtually all of her thighs to bare.

Her cock was covered, but not concealed. Bloating the fabric was that increasingly massive cock and balls, now consuming the better part of her shorts. The Sorceress could make out the shape of Bianca's shaft, slung gently to one side against two obese plums. The fabric was tight enough that she could see the shape of the glans. Bianca had to open her legs and adjust to the added burden. Though the intense pleasure had waned, there was still a pressure around her loins from the newly discovered desire to breed, similar to but not the same as the desire to be bred.

"Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh..." panted Bianca. Her voice deepened to the extent of her growth. She put her paws to her throat and made a small noise to gauge her pitch, confirming it to be that of a man's. One paw made the brave journey to her crotch and jolted once it touched the mound of masculinity that had replaced her flower. "What... What did you do?" she asked in a timbre deep and distressed.

"I've made an enforcer out of you," purred the Sorceress. "And what an enforcer you are. Strong and virile..." Her eyes bounced in their sockets, traveling the barbaric bunny from head to toe. She paid special attention to the swell of Bianca's crotch. The shorts left very little to the imagination. The Sorceress didn't bother hiding her horny anymore, letting her hand back into her thighs so that it may assuage her burning cunt. "Yes, you'll make a perfect muscle man, won't you?"

'Man' was not the word Bianca would've used to describe herself. She was a woman, after all. But was she? All the assets of a man defined her, the biggest and brawniest. Whatever femininity she could once claim had evaporated, a man's man being what was left. Didn't 'man' make more sense than anything? She certainly wasn't a woman, the identity of which was fragmenting in her mind. Bianca put a paw to the side of her head. It started feeling light like she was ready to pass out. That one word began to ring, suddenly more relevant than ever. Man. Man. Man. Man. Man.

"How are you feeling?" asked the Sorceress, observing the bunny's crisis closely. "Nice and strong, I hope. You look very manly~"

Manly. Manly. Manly. Bianca blinked and brought her confused gaze onto the Sorceress. "Manly..." she said aloud, expecting it to feel strange. Somehow it didn't. Describing herself with that word and with the depth of her voice felt appropriate. Anyone with eyes could see it. Bianca was 100% man. "I... am a man." That statement was difficult to make, if only because of the mental capacity her meat-head brain could process. The statement itself was infallible.

He repeated, more confidently this time. "I am a man."

The Sorceress lit a triumphant smile. "And what a man you are~" She stood up from the throne, voluptuous legs whispering across the armrests and then ballooning into their natural rotundity with a great wobble. She strutted up to her enforcer, eyes dancing across his hellacious frame. She had to look up to make eye contact; he'd grown a couple feet at least. Naturally she couldn't stop glancing at Bianca's cock bulge, its immensity supporting a gravitational pull on the Sorceress' gaze. Her loins simmered just to be that close, still veiled as it was by Bianca's sorely stretched shorts.

She orbited the bunny and absorbed the full splendor of his physique. Expansive deltoids reached across the breadth of his shoulders. He had biceps like artillery shells, each one sporting a long, wormy vein that wiggled along the center from elbow to shoulder. The forearms looked like they could withstand blows from a hatchet and remain intact. The Sorceress laid a hand on one. Beneath soft, yellow fur was a trunk of oak, warm and alive. When Bianca flexed her hand and made the tendons shift the Sorceress imagined a sound like granite grating together. How the titanic bunny was able to move at all boggled the mind.

She came around to Bianca's backside and admired his glutes. They were appropriately huge, topped by his fuzzy cottontail like a cherry on a sundae. The Sorceress couldn't stop herself. She wound her hand back and landed a perfect open-palmed spank.

Pap!

Bianca, unperturbed, looked down his back. "Was that a bug?"

The Sorceress was shaking her hand like she had just slapped a brick wall. She was laughing to herself. "Yes. Don't worry. It flew away." She came back around to Bianca's front, eyes back on that giant package of his. "Bianca, darling. Be a dear and take your pants off for me."

Bianca didn't know why she'd ask him to do that, but he obeyed anyway. "Yes, Sorceress." Ax still in one hand, he put his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and bent over to push them down to his ankles. He stood upright, completely in the nude, enjoying the cool throne room air on his privates. "Like this, Sorceress?"

She didn't answer. Demanding all of her focus was his cock. It dangled from his thighs like a pendulum, the head swinging amongst his knees. The vascular skin was a pale white, contrasting with the rosaline cock helmet that peeked from his foreskin. Not disproportionate to that leviathan were his balls, two coconuts kept snug in a fuzzy, yellow purse. Bianca did not seem proud nor modest of such a reproductive pinnacle, it being as natural to him as the many muscles which bulged and flexed across his body.

It had the appropriate effect on the Sorceress. Her face was ablaze, much like between her thighs. Tummy in knots, she was hesitant to get any closer lest she lose control of herself and latch herself to the strapping bunny. Controlled breathing helped her get a grip, though the steady seep of moisture from her nethers would not be so easily checked. Luckily she had the right tool just in front of her, or rather Bianca did. With all that strength, surely he would use it properly.

The Sorceress reached out to him. The tips of her claws brushed his hip, ticking him. "Now, I do believe we were having a discussion before your little change in occupation." One claw traced a small circle next to his pubes.

Gooseprickles swept through Bianca, jittering his tail and making his nipples hard. "We... we were?"

The Sorceress nodded. "Mmhmm. We were. Do you remember what it was about?" Her finger came closer to the root of his pecker.

A tiny gasp dropped his jaw. He gulped. "No, Sorceress."

"We were discussing you leaving. You were upset for one reason or another." She made contact with his cock. Her hand opened and gently closed around the shaft. Hot, turgid flesh thrummed against her palm as his heart went to work flooding it with blood. She could've made him erect with just a snap of her finger, but preferred he get there naturally. Aiding him was the slow, methodical drift of her hand from the root to the head. Back and forth, back and forth.

It sent ripples through the bunny. A few quick huffs made his jaw stutter. That delicate touch of hers was ready to throw him into a frenzy. "Ah... Leave?"

"That's right," she said. Her body closed in on his, pressing their sides together so that the fluffy flanks of her thighs pressed into his more rigid frame. "You were awfully upset about something. I don't remember what. Said you wanted to leave and not be my enforcer anymore." She could feel his pole hardening in her grasp. Slowly it began to support its own weight. Everytime her hand went towards him his foreskin would peel off the glans.

Pleasure contorted his blushing face. "No... no leave."

She tilted her head. "No?"

"No... I... I don't wanna leave." He'd reached full staff, that enormous pillar reaching out of his pelvis hard as stone. Her continued stroking brought forth a single, glassy bead of precum. "Bianca... Bianca stay. Bianca be strong for Sorceress."

The Sorceress purred. "Bianca will use her mighty muscles and ax for Sorceress, hmm?"

Bianca looked at the ax in his hand. He forgot that he was holding it. It looked much smaller than when he'd first seen it. The words printed on the blade meant nothing to him, though they hummed the tune of unsettling familiarity. If the Sorceress asked him to use it, he would not have hesitated.

"Yes," he said. "Bianca would do anything for Sorceress."

The Sorceress smiled. "I know you would. Now, I have your first mission as my enforcer."

"Yes, Sorceress. Anything."

"Follow me to my bedroom and show me what this thing here is capable of."

The bunny smiled. "Yes, Sorceress."

The dragon smiled back. "Good." She let go of him and sauntered towards the doors, swinging her tail and ample hindquarters as she walked. It succeeded in grabbing Bianca's eyes. He followed his master, that giant cock swaying in front of him dangerously. She did not check to see if he was following. She knew he would, and that he would please her in bed like she never had been. Her malicious smile escalated into maniacal laughter. Her cackles echoed through the castle, announcing the triumph of her evil and the imminent satisfaction she had long deserved.

THE END