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The princess was standing on the balcony of the castle, high above, looking down over the town she was born and raised in. Though, not like anyone else of course. Being a princess had its perks, but not without its share of problems as well. Looking over the people and having to stress over the people and having to stress about their wellbeing was always something she struggled with as she was being given more and more duties, getting closer to having to take the throne for herself. Things have gotten tougher, warring factions and other kingdoms greedy for more land and more people to rule over. And being right in between, bordering two other major kingdoms meant that they came under attack often, pushed back further into their small pocket of the world, with no specific resource or bargaining chip keeping them from being taken over at a moment’s notice. They were easily bullied, their people weak and not very well taught or trained, and easily taken down in a fight. There were many losses recently, and that’s what worried the princess the most. Many of her people had died in just small skirmishes or disputes on the borders, trying to move from one place or another and new lines being drawn to the point where the other kingdoms would treat those coming across as hostile or an enemy of the state. Innocent people who couldn’t defend themselves well were being casualties for no true reason. It weighed heavily on the princesses mind. Looking over everything from so far up in the castle didn’t put things in much better perspective. The kingdom was small compared to others, and no matter what she tried to do, she couldn’t really change that fact. Nothing was going to fix what had already happened, or changed how things were going to be. Only a miracle could really make a difference to how things were, and that’s exactly what she needed. She thought about going to see the witch in the woods for help, trying to sort out some magic or some other way in order to fix things, but every way seemed to end in disaster. There wasn’t a specific, easy way to fix things, and even the hard ways weren’t working. Diplomacy surely wasn’t winning the day, and there was little left to turn to. So she stood on the balcony, looking down on the village and up at the sky, trying to find a sign in the stars or some greater power or calling that could help her with her plight, to bring a better balance to things, and to help her kingdom thrive and stand up to the bigger bullies in the area. Looking up at the sky, she looked here and there, seeing the twinkling stars and all the different lights in the night. Just the same as every other night, nothing different, and nothing to help the situation. It seemed foolish to look up at the stars and try and find something new or different that would change things. What could the stars do besides twinkle in the sky? As she looked though, something new did appear in the sky. Almost like a blazing golden light, moving through the sky slowly. It seemed like a shooting star but slowed by time, stuck in the air and moving at a slow pace, but bright and vibrant. Could it be a wishing star…? She never before took stock in fairy tales. What could a fairy tale do in a real situation of people being hurt and her subjects being suffocated inside her kingdom? But she was looking for anything at all that would help, desperate and grasping at straws. Why not try and wish on a wishing star? Her eyes locked on it, she slowly put her hands together, and spoke clearly. “I wish my people had the strength to defend themselves, to be happy and healthy, to keep the kingdom safe and to not have harm come to them.” As she finished speaking, she saw the star suddenly light up, a flash of light going across the sky before it seemed to suddenly disappear, as if that last blink was all it had left before it was gone, no longer in the sky and nowhere to be seen. It almost made her think it actually happened, and that it was real. That the star had granted her wish, and everything would be ok now. The wishful thought put a smile on her face as she looked down below, seeing her kingdom one more time before she turned and headed back inside. Maybe it happened and things will be different now. Maybe everything will be alright. “Maybe…” ___________________________________________________________________ Walking around the stables, and moving to pour the last bucket of water into one of the troughs just inside where a few of the horses were being housed, the stable girl slowly reached to give the horse a soft pet on the side of their neck as he made sure everything was ok, having just finished everything she needed to do for the evening. Stepping out toward the front of the stables, she brought the bucket with her and slowly set it next to the well pump, leaving it there as she looked up at the sky. Standing at around five feet two inches tall, the stable girl was nothing to write home about. A peasant, and a working one at that. She had an affinity for horses, so always thought that working in a stable was the perfect place for her. Not known for her strength or anything in particular, she was a perfectly average member of the kingdom. Wearing a working shirt and a slightly loose pair of pants that would be ok to get dirty on the job, today was just like any other day. She saw the same slow moving star, but just the last moments as it flashed and disappeared, looking this way and that to see if she could see it again, but saw nothing. It was such a curious sight to her, and she smiled as he looked up at the stars, wondering if she would see anything else strange in the sky. While she was just really passing the time looking up to the sky, it seemed like something was off. Something didn’t feel right. Not anything around or anything about herself just at this moment, but something was happening… She just got this uneasy feeling, this sensation that things were about to change, like something was saturating the air and making her head fill with confusion. She could start to hear sounds from across the village and down the street, some people seeming to be in panic, others letting out loud moans and deep grunts, sounds of pleasure, and their voices getting deeper and heavier. She had no idea what it could mean, what was happening. The stable girl moved over to the stable itself, going to close up the door and slowly start to lock it up to make sure the horses were inside and wouldn’t run away, moving to walk out toward the street when suddenly something struck her. It was like in that instant, she was unable to move, unable to speak or think, just stuck in place. She felt her body tingle, and felt as if pins and needles were setting in all over her body before it suddenly passed, all of it replaced with a strange sensation of… eagerness, of activity, of energy. She looked down as she felt herself shaking, and felt her body almost swelling, feeling her limbs getting fatter, as if someone was inside pressing outward. She let out a gasp, but it was quickly replaced by a low groan. The sensation wasn’t painful or unpleasant. It felt good, almost even great as it spread through her body. She watched as her fingers were getting thicker and fatter, longer and heavier. Her shirt felt tight, starting to stretch over her more. At first she wasn’t sure if her shirt was shrinking or if she was growing, but it was definitely the latter as the ground started to get farther away from her point of view. It was a dizzying sensation, but she wasn’t worried about it, just almost succumbing to the pleasure of the growth overtaking her. Looking at her arm, she saw it get longer, and thicker, faster than the rest of her, building muscle and getting thicker as her sleeve ripped. Her left leg was doing the same, hearing the creaking of her pants as they ripped open and were slowly being shredded by her growing body. It was happening unevenly, her shoe breaking off her left leg and showing a thick foot where it once was, way too big to have fit that shoe in the first place. Her mouth felt strange, her teeth getting larger, almost growing out like tusks a bit on the bottom and pushing out in front of her lip, her shirt being ripped apart and falling off her body as her breasts swelled along with her weight, getting heavier and plumper in her midsection. She couldn’t help but stifle a moan, more sensations washing over her than just her changing body and the feeling of her clothes ripping off as she was getting larger still. Heat, a heavy heat was setting into her core. Her libido was rising along with her size, and she moved that unevenly large hand down to between her legs just as the last of her pants were ripped through, going to feel over her wet folds as they slightly started dripping onto the ground. Her right leg was finally starting to catch up with the other, getting to the point where she was able to stand on both feet without being crooked or uneven, but her other arm was yet to get there still. She moved the digits of her changed arm up against the unchanged one, the slower one, and saw just how much thicker and larger it was. Unable to help but to move that hand back toward her folds, moving to rub over her pussy slowly and fondle at her clit, the other hand went to press and rub at her much larger breasts as that hand was slowly catching up to the transformation. She tore herself away from that growing libido and needs to just look around for a moment. Everything seemed that much smaller, and was getting smaller still, She was still gaining height, gaining thickness and more. She looked back to herself, looking over her heavier, and yet more muscled body. Her hands ran over her arms, feeling the power beneath them, and seeing the strength in her tree-trunk like legs. Just as abruptly as it began, it seemed to have faded. She slowly moved to admire herself again, going to slide a finger into her folds with a low moan, fingering herself a bit as the other hand slowly groped at her left breast, a finger rubbing at the prominent nipple there as she enjoyed her new body, and almost became overtaken by her new needs. More of the loud screams and chaos seemed to erupt into the night through the city as she moved back, going to sit back on a bale of hay as the changes stopped. She could only guess her height now, seeming to be somewhere around nine feet tall. Feeling over her face, she could feel those lower teeth, key signs of an ogre. The thought almost made her panic, but she didn’t. She was too busy enjoying being his big and strong, and tending to her own heightened libido. Leaning back into the hay, she slowly rubbed over herself, letting out slight low moans, eager to deal with her new libido herself, unphased by the yelling and chaos around her, and instead trying to sate her own desires, ones that would not fade anytime soon through the night. _____________________________________________________________________________ The knight was thankful for the quiet night. Things had been so difficult lately and with so much to deal with that it was a relaxing change of pace that she really needed. A night away from the front lines or away from guarding the borders or doing patrol and dealing with random disputes of the drunkards in the tavern… Just a quiet night of guarding the city gate and doing not much of anything but being alert for anyone coming into town. Even though the armor was heavy, she had gotten used to it, having trained to be able to match a man and take on the same position as one would, and pay to receive such a place and honor to be able to serve with the town and castle guard. While her stature didn’t match up to the men as much, she was still larger than the average woman in town, standing at around five foot seven inches tall. She fit rather snuggly into the armor, not having very much as far as weight on her chest and still able to fit inside the same suit made for a man. She always bragged that she could take any man on in an arm wrestling contest, priding herself some on her strength for sure. _______________ As the night went on, things seemed dull enough. No one had been coming into the two, so there was no one tok check on or vet before they could come in. No commotion really around the gate either, and the town inside seemed quiet, save for the tavern that was just down the street, loud noises of people drinking and having a good time being the main thing she could hear as she stood her post. She slowly looked up at the sky, looking around a bit and seeing not much new. She never looked up much, usually too busy looking out and standing guard. On a clear night like tonight, there was a lot to see, but nothing was really catching her eye. Save for one, slowly moving bright mass. But as soon as she put her eye on it, it seemed to blink out, just a slight flash before it disappeared in the sky. Turning back to look down the road in front of her after seeing that, she didn’t really pay it any mind, and didn’t let it get to her. She still stood watch as she was supposed to, and also listened to the songs being sung at the tavern down the way. After a moment or two of boring, dull nothingness, she heard something happening at that tavern. There was someone calling out, and the music stopped. Just one voice saying something, before several more joined in, a lot of yelling and panicking. Something had happened. But she couldn’t leave her post, since she was the only one watching the gate. She looked back, seeing a few other guards heading toward the tavern quickly. She contemplated turning to head back into town and see what the problem was, but her duty stopped her. It wasn’t her job, and there were other guards already on the way. She was happy for the dull night, why complicate it and make things more difficult? So she stood her post, trying to ignore the yells and screams as they continued. But she noticed that the yells and the chaos wasn’t going down, but getting louder and more rampant, and not just at the tavern. She turned to look inside, hearing more noises and echoes in the night. She tried to stay focused, knowing someone would come get her if she really needed to help. Slowly moving toward the gate, she moved to close it for now, making sure it was shut and locking, standing on the outside of it. She didn’t want anyone trying to get out if there was a problem, or anyone to get in and take advantage of the situation. Getting the gate sectured, she then stood in front of it and looked out toward the road, taking a more ready stance. There was something going on, maybe some sort of trap or something. She wasn’t going to be taken by surprise by anyone, and she was going to do her duty. She took a slow step away from the gate, only to then suddenly feel woozy. She shut and opened her eyes a few times, unsure of what was happening as he wobbled a bit where she stood, needing to take a backstep to regain her composure and balance. Slowly she took another step back, her armor clanking up against the gate as she put her back against it. What was going on? Some kind of magic or poison in the air? She couldn’t hold her stance, and things weren’t feeling right. She felt her armor getting tighter around her body, a sensation she had no explanation for. She almost fell sideways as she saw gaps in her greaves appearing, her right leg seeming to get thicker and longer for no real reason. Creaking started in her right gauntlet, watching and feeling as that metal was being pried apart, ripped over by her hand and her thick, heavy fingers. Tearing her eyes from her body, she started scanning the road and the area up against the city wall. This had to be an attack from another kingdom, some spy or scout that was doing something to make her falter and get access to the city past her… But if it was something bad, what was this feeling bubbling up inside her? Leaning up against the wall more, she felt her greaves starting to burst open, her other leg starting as well, but only as her right foot broke open her boots, almost like a popcorn kernel, and a loud snap as the metal burst open and revealed her swollen and growing foot. Her right gauntlet was creaking more and more, splitting apart at the welding seams before clattering to the ground as she saw a muscled, thick arm. The heat she felt inside that armor was intense, and dizzying. Not just on her body, but inside her. She couldn’t help but let out a moan as her uneven hands, both different sizes moved to pry the helmet off her head, it getting too large for her as he kept getting larger with each passing moment. It was starting to obstruct her view, one that was still heavily trained on her surroundings, even through the daze and confusion trying to keep watch as was her job. Her chestplate was starting to get too tight, and she moved to undo it, unable to before it broke open, clattering on the ground along with half of her broken leg armor, the other slowly starting to follow suit. Her breasts were naked in the air, heavier than she ever thought they would be. She used her larger hand to feel over her body, feeling fat and muscle rippling as he was getting taller. She was getting close to being as tall as the gate she was protecting, just now noticing how the ground was so far away. Her other gauntlet popped, her hand being freed from it finally, as she held her hands up in front of her face. She had no clue what was going on, her thick digits and very muscled arms out for anyone to see. The sensations were getting too much to bear, and she was starting to fail to look out as she was supposed to do. She looked down as the last of her armor was soon clattering on the ground, all of the clothing she had worn torn underneath that, completely naked outside the locked gate. Hands roaming across her body slowly, she let out a low moan at the feeling of touching herself, of seeing how large she was, how thick she was. She couldn’t help but move a hand lower, going to rub over her hips and her crotch as she let out a huff. That was what the sensation was, need and libido. She had never felt like this before, it was foreign to her, but she was quickly giving into the desires. She soon felt the dizziness drifting away, moving to stand back up on her own feet. No longer looking at the road or keeping watch, she was focused on herself, on admiring her body as her growth seemed to stop. The broken armor on the ground now seemed way too small for her, the gate she was standing guard at smaller than before by a large margin. But her strength and her muscles were much more now, she could tell. She rubbed over her arms, flexing a bit and feeling the raw power behind them. She had to show someone. But she was so horny as well… The noises coming from the town were dying down, and the sounds of the voices much deeper and louder, more moans and less panic, more like pleasure and more. It seemed like this was happening all over town. But her first thought wasn’t to report it or open the gate to discuss with anyone else. It was to try and sate this new need. Leaning up against the gate, it still locked and shut but creaking against her weight, she slowly started to stroke along her pussy and rub along her muscles, letting out low moans and huffs at that feeling and sensation, and continuing it heavily. She could hear more moans and groans coming from the town behind her, only pushing her to do more and more, playing with herself with more gusto as she slowly sunk down, going to sit on the ground, rubbing at herself and admiring her new form through the night. _____________________________________________________________________________ It was going to be a long night still for the blacksmith as she slowly lifted up the hammer to once again bring it down against the glowing hot metal on top of her anvil. Inside the castle gate and off to one of the sides inside the castle walls, she had been ordered to make more weapons for the knights to use after having lost so much of their best work lately. Armor and swords were being left after conflicts, taken by enemies and broken in skirmishes. They were going through good steel faster than she and the other smiths could make. After a few more strikes, she slowly moved to pick up the sword-in-progress, moving it over and back into the furnace to heat it up, foot going onto the bellows and slowly pushing down and back up to heat up the furnace and get the steel hotter still to shape more easily. This was far from the last one she would have to make for the night, but she didn’t shy away from the work. A few more pumps from the bellows, and the steel looked red hot again, ready to be worked on. She moved back over to the forge, her five foot six inch tall stature being just right to stand at the anvil as she picked up the hammer once again. She had on a heavy apron, gloves and a mask in front to keep any of the sparks from backfiring onto her, as she quickly started to land a few more blows along the steel, shaping it more and more flat and long. Slowly moving to pick up that sword again after a few more swings, it was back in the forge, and the bellows being pressed on to heat up the steel one more time. She moved her free hand up to wipe away at the sweat on her brow under her mask, before slowly moving back over toward the anvil for the last few strikes. With a few more loud clangs of the metal slamming against the metal, the sword had mostly taken shape, as she slowly moved it over and put it in a barrel filled with water, next to the other six handles and blades she had already formed that evening. Going to take off the gloves and set them down on a table for the moment, she removed her mask and moved to step just outside for some cold air and to get a drink before she started on the next blade. Moving to get some water from the well first, she was alone mostly down in this area of the castle grounds. Most everyone had gone home, just a few of the guards still doing nightly patrols and looking over things as she took her drink. After getting that drink and heading back into the forge, she slowly moved to put up another hilt, going to set it down on the anvil and slowly getting her mitts and face shield back on, before moving to slowly pick up some tongs and another piece of steel. Going to put the hilt and the steel up against each other inside the furnace, she was slowly stepping on the bellows to get everything heated and melted together, taking her time to not tire herself out too quickly as she pushed down on the bellows slowly. As the steel seemed red hot and ready to work, she slowly brought it, now stuck to the hilt, over to the anvil, lowering her mask and picking up her hammer to start working at the steel once again. As she lifted up her arm though, she stopped for a second, unsure of why her hammer felt so light… Brushing it off as just getting into the groove of things, she quickly slammed it down with a loud clang, watching the steel move, but noticing the force was much more. Her arm felt tight, her heavy clothes clinging to her arm… But she couldn’t stop, she had to strike while the steel was hot. She lifted up again, finding it easier still before she slammed down on the steel, watching the sparks fly a lot more than usual. She felt hot, and it was spreading. Her shirt felt tight, the anvil moving farther away, and the apron getting tighter around her midsection as she brought the hammer up again. On the way down, she felt her arm bulge, her shirt starting to rip with loud tears as she slammed it down with a loud huff. The sword was almost flat already, her arms bulging and getting thicker by the second as her apron tore around her neck, feeling her body getting thicker still. But she didn’t stop. She raised her hammer up again, and slammed one more time. The steel was almost ready in just a few swings, the sword taking shape as she slowly stopped and tried to move and take a step. She felt her legs uneven, her left larger than her right, and almost wobbled over a bit to the bellows, pushing the sword into the furnace and putting her leg on the bellows. It felt like pushing down on a pillow, almost no resistance as her pants were ripping apart. She let out a low groan at that sensation, feeling the heat blowing back on her bare chest as her breasts felt more swollen and heavy. Her upper half was completely naked, and her bottom half starting to follow suit as her pants and the apron were ripping off. But the heat didn’t bother her. It felt good. She pressed down two more times on the bellows, feeling the heat blow back onto her as her hand drifted toward her pussy, slowly rubbing over the lips there and feeling wetness on her fingers before she pulled her hand away, moving to pull the sword out and put it on the anvil, now seeming much farther down than she remembered. Picking up her hammer, she quickly and swiftly landed it on the steel, and in an efficient 4 slams down, even though it seemed to be getting smaller as she was working, she had it completely flat and ready. She moved it over, putting it in the barrel with the other before moving to take a seat. Her eyes went to herself, moving to grab her hammer and looking at how small it was, how light it was. The heat was no longer a concern, it was a want. She liked the warmth, the same she felt inside herself as the changes and growth were settling. She couldn’t help but slowly move that other hand along her body, going to feel at herself, larger, thicker and fatter, arms more muscled. She felt over her face, feeling the larger teeth coming up from her bottom lip. Her other hand slowly moved to guide the handle end of her hammer close up to her crotch, rubbing over her pussy lips slowly, starting to slightly spread them with that handle a bit more. Deep moans filled the small workshop as that handle slid into her, getting slick and wet with her juices as she pushed it in, hearing similar moans and grunts from outside on the castle grounds, and slowly enjoyed playing with herself using the hammer. Her leg moved over to press on the bellows, to make the room hotter as the air blew out from the furnace, slowly sliding the length of her hammer handle in her folds. _____________________________________________________________________________ The princess could hear the noises erupting from the village below, and heard the same noises coming from the castle, this way and that. She had moved quickly out from where she was and headed into her chambers, closing the door behind her. What had she done? All she did was wish for things to turn out better, for things to be ok, for people to be strong and able to defend themselves. What was happening? It seemed like something was affecting everyone. She had rushed toward her window, going to look out along the village one more time. She could see some of the “people” in the streets. She could see them all, huge and massive, not normally anymore. Was it the wish? How could this have happened from that wish? And why would the wish do this? How was this making everything better and making everyone able to defend themselves…? It wasn’t until then that it struck her exactly what was happening. The wish was coming true, and it was granting what she wanted. Just not in the way she would have thought or wanted herself. Her teachers had always warned her about magic. How it can be twisted and seem right in the moment, but actually come out with a very different outcome, with very different circumstances. Any small thing can make it go wrong, and usually wishes had a way of doing such a thing. She fell for the trap, and she was having to see the fruits of her naivety be the consequences for her people across her kingdom. Banging on the door from one of the guards, trying to call out but then seeming to stop, hearing more groans and huffs from across the door. Was she next? Was it just at random? Would it happen to her? She slowly moved toward her cabinet, moving to open it up and reach for the sword that was kept inside, but as she did, she froze. She felt something happening across her body, and saw her fingers swelling, getting thicker as her hand was swelling as well. She felt the heat and energy bubbling up inside her, and now she knew why everyone was groaning and moaning as the same noise escaped her mouth. She stumbled back away from the cabinet, falling backwards onto the floor as she watched her arms swell and grow quickly, feeling the same power and need that was engulfing everyone else starting to hit her. Her dress was no match, the arm ripping apart and revealing a thick, muscled arm underneath, getting larger and longer by the second as she felt her other arm starting to do the same. Groans and huffs came from her mouth as her voice got deeper, feeling her teeth getting larger as the room seemed to get smaller. Her shoes exploding off her feet as they were outgrown, and starting to feel the rest of her clothing oh-so tight across her body. The tightness was giving way to her swelling, her body filling out quickly and heavily as she felt her panty hose rip beneath her dress, already seeing her legs getting longer than her dress and feeling the strength pulsing through her. She moved a hand to her chest, moving to try and rip and remove the dress that was getting much too tight, only for her breasts and back to do that for her, tearing it to shreds as it was soon on the floor. Her dress wasn’t long for this world, as her waist soon had it ripped apart, and the last of it was resting on the floor. But it didn’t stop, she was getting larger and larger still. The sensation of heat, of need growing much heavier than anyone else, and her body thicker and heavier by the second. She watched over her hands as her bed was getting smaller, moving farther away from her arms got more swollen still, heavier and thicker. She felt the strength getting heavier in her body, and started to understand what was happening, but that took a backseat to her growing need. She slowly moved to try and stand, her legs still swelling and growing at uneven rates, and making her have to stumble and try to stay upright. It felt like the room was still swirling around, not stable, not steady. She was still growing, if just a bit more before it seemed to subside. Standing on her own legs and looking down at herself, she let out a low huff as she moved to touch herself. She felt over her thighs, thick and strong, and over her hips a bit more. She looked down and saw the muscle ripple under her arms, feeling it flex and feeling the power behind her limbs as he moved and stretched a bit more. Almost idly, without thinking about it, one of her hands had moved to rub over her folds a bit, feeling how wet and slick they were as she slightly pushed a finger inside, letting out a low, and long moan. It drew out a bit more as she felt at herself and enjoyed the heat and pleasure that it gave her. She was starting to understand more about the wish, what had gone wrong. She wanted everyone to be stronger, and like this they would be. She wanted them to be able to defend themselves, and it felt like she alone could take on an army. But what wasn’t part of her wish, was the deep need and growing libido, and just what form that strength and more took. She looked over at the mirror next to her bed, having to duck down a bit to see her own face. She still had the same feminine features, but the teeth protruding up from her bottom lip were a tell-tale sign of what she and her subjects had turned into. She slowly moved over to the window of her room again, her hand slowly rubbing at her folds some more, pressing between her lips and inside her a bit more as her fluids dripped over her finger and onto the floor. She had to duck down to see out the window, and doing so had her thinking about if she could even get out of her door now… But those thoughts were quickly pushed aside as she fingered herself and slowly rubbed over her thicker, stronger body now. Looking down on the city, she could see other ogres in the streets, enjoying their new bodies and each other, all trying to satisfy the same lust that was deep inside them, much stronger just after the change given by the wish had completed. She was now a ruler over a kingdom of ogres, horny and strong ogres who could all fend for themselves and be more of a match for the kingdoms on their borders. “Maybe this was a good wish…”, she said to herself softly in her deeper, stronger voice, letting out a low moan as he pressed her digits deeper into her folds, just as she reached her own orgasm and squirted juices onto her hand and the floor, leaning up against the window as she rode out the pleasure of her own immense lust. “Which kingdom should we take first…?”