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[b][u][center]Scaling Up The Part

For a-lycotonum

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“This...is...humiliating…”

“Just hold still, dear; the costume does need to be applied properly,” the muse whispered in her ear, and Caelia tried not to blush any more than she already was.

It wasn’t easy, particularly as the chocolate-skinned woman held her by the ankle, delicately massaging along her heel as the sapphire-shaded glass was applied to her pale skin. Already, little dustings of blue dust covered the tops of her toes, her nails painted a deeper blue, and the little gems imitated scales as they grew in size from the tiny ones at the tips of her toes all the way to the bigger ones at her ankles.

Others, still, were being applied to the underside of her feet, adjusting the costume that she wore that little bit more. She felt them settling in, glued by the muse’s strange power, and they were at once cool and warm to the touch, heating her soles while also soothing them.

The other woman pushed in gently, making her arch in her seat slightly at the pressure right in her arch.

“Mmph. Careful. That’s...sensitive.”

“My dear, [i]everything[/i] is sensitive for you. I could be using naught but a feather and you would claim it pricked your flesh.”

“Hmmph.”

She wanted to cross her arms and pout slightly, but she knew that was a bad idea. All of her body - every single inch - was already covered in the glass and gemstones that were being used to cover her feet, and they clicked obnoxiously when she touched them together. The only places that avoided it were the tips of her nipples and -

“Ah…”

She gasped as her thighs touched, the little clusters of glass near her sex pressing against her lower lips. They were so sensitive now, exposed as they had been to the open air of her small dorm for nearly an hour. That was how long she’d been submitting to the gradual studding of her flesh by the glass, how long she’d been naked, how long she’d been...exposed...and her body was getting more and more turned on by it.

“Mmmph...I need new cushions…”

“I’m sure that we can find a way to afford those,” her muse partner said, tapping her on the big toe. “And that, I believe, does it. Now, please, stand. I [i]must[/i] see the results of my artistry.”

“Must I?”

“Of course. After all, we have to make sure that it fits you appropriately before you take the stage.”

“No way in hell am I doing that,” she muttered, pressing her thighs together delicately, squirming as she felt the sapphire dust settling between her ass crack. “I’m...I’m basically naked here.”

“And?”

“That’s not…”

“Is it not art? Are you not gorgeous?”

“...”

“Stand, Caelia. Let me see the results of my art.”

She had little choice. Part of being bound to the muse for the week was that she had to do everything that this unnamed spirit told her to do. The fact that it was humiliating - or should have been, as the shame was slowly dying off as the hours ticked by - didn’t matter. What mattered was that she allowed the foreign spirit to do as it wished with her, and at the end of it, all would be forgiven.

Not forgotten, but forgiven.

Caelia let out a long, slow hiss, then finally got to her feet. As soon as her bejeweled soles touched the ground, she felt them digging into her feet like massaging fingers, like thumbs that were digging into her flesh from her heel all the way to the balls of her feet. They rolled under her a bit as she struggled to catch her breasts, and she could feel - and more importantly, hear - the click-click of the glass on her breasts grinding against the glass lower down.

[i]Oh, gods, this is -[/i]

She was going to say ridiculous, but with no more than a snap of her fingers, the muse summoned forth a mirror, and as Caelia turned to look at it, she changed her mind.

She’d always been a little bit of a bigger woman. Never fat, never obese, but bigger than some of her classmates. Noticeably, too, to the point where her dresses had to be made in a different cut to hide the worst of it. She had grown used to it, allowed herself to be okay with it, relied on the fact that it made her hips and her breasts a little more ‘enjoyable’ to the eye to get around the worst of the discomfort that her weight gave her, but now?

Now, she looked like a goddess in blue, like a great divine in blue scales. Her hair had been powdered with a dark blue, and the rest of her body shone in two shades of the deep colors of the sea and jewelry. She stared at the way that it added to her curves, almost like each little bulge of flesh and glass had become this source of power, this divine might of femininity that demanded attention.

She blushed as she slowly turned in place, looking at the ‘claws’ that had been painted and drawn and even glued upon her fingers and toes, feeling almost like some nature beast that had been summoned into the room. It was...intense, to put it mildly, and she blushed as she felt a strange gush between her legs.

“What...what is this?” Caelia asked.

“Oh, my Caelia, it is but a masterpiece, of course. The celebration of the feminine form, brought out of humanity and enhanced by those that are closest to the gods on this plane.”

“...Angels?” Caelia asked.

“No, my dear, dragons. Dragons, great beasts of power and beauty. The males, who streak through the skies on screams of fire, who burn with the desire that would scour Hell itself for mates. The females, whose devotion and strength are legendary, whose hungers for pleasure would make pale the greatest hedonist. Look at yourself, my Caelia. Are you not a figure for dreams?”

There was no denying that. Staring at herself, she barely looked human anymore. If she had but a muzzle and more flatness to the sides of her head, wings and raised feet, she might have looked like a true dragoness on two legs. As it was, she looked like one made in tribute to them.

In either case, it was a beautiful look, and she couldn’t help but smile and bow at the muse.

“You really are a master…”

“A mistress, my Caelia. And yours.”

Smiling indulgently, her muse stepped around the mirror, lifting her by the chin and forcing eye-contact.

“And tonight, you walk the stage for all to see. Perhaps tonight, we will see you in touch with your inner goddess.”

“What...you mean...like this?”

“I would not have spent such time on it if I didn’t intend for it to be seen.”

“But...but…”

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[i]I’m naked...I’m naked, and I’m about to put on a show with the bardic side of the school…[/i]

Caelia felt as if she should be burning like the sun, but the only burning she felt was between her legs. No matter how she tried to imagine herself as ashamed, the feeling of fear had faded, and replacing it was a different feeling. Not lust, not entirely, but something not that dissimilar from it, either. It felt like a hunger. A hunger...a hunger to be seen, she supposed, and this...this would do…

She shivered as she moved from foot to foot, standing behind the curtain. Her muse had gone ahead, told them that there was a woman willing to play the role of the dragon they must slay, but she refused to be named until she was due to come out on stage. Caelia couldn’t believe that she had agreed to this, but now…

Hearing the voices on the other side of the curtain, feeling the wooden boards under her glass-covered soles, feeling the nudity that the powder and the glass did nothing to hide and did everything to enhance, she found herself panting. She was hot, warmed from head to toe by her own desires, and every time she felt the glass clicking against itself, she felt the urge to step through those curtains. That strange part, that muse-built confidence, pushed her to take the stage and make it her own.

And then, the muse returned. The barefoot woman walked up to her, golden anklets jangling as they clicked together. Caelia shivered as the other woman hugged her from behind, feeling those delicate fingers shifting several scales about, feeling them move to her chest. They tweaked at her nipples, making them stiffer, harder, more noticeable. She gushed slightly, her juices running down her thighs and making the glass down there shinier.

“Mmmph...is that...necessary?” she managed to pant.

“Yes, indeed. You must be a picture of brilliance.”

“But...everyone will see me…”

“You still think that matters? Everyone [i]should[/i] see you. You are brilliant. You are wonderful. You are a woman of beauty, of allure.”

“I’m naked…”

“As should all that have your looks be.”

“Pervert.”

“I [i]am[/i] here to inspire wet dreams, darling. Now…” With but a nudge, the muse forced her to walk forward. “Take the stage, and make it yours.”

With little choice, the glass-encrusted woman did just that. With every step she took towards the curtains, the voices grew louder. With every stomp across the wooden floorboards, the heat between her legs grew stronger. With every stride forward, her confidence soared from the basement the skies, and with it came a tingle of pleasure that was entirely different to the imagined heat she felt. It was something else, something...beautiful.

She stretched out her hand for the curtain as the bards on the other side shouted something, proclaiming the approach of the great blue dragon. They called out her name, some nonsense word that no dragon would take for its own, and she ripped the curtain open.

There, before her, were no less than a half-dozen bards on stage. Three carried rapiers, the rest mock-crossbows. Before them, in the audience, were dozens of students, come to see the production.

All eyes, great and small, were on her. Her nudity was on display, the sparkling glasses doing nothing to hide her nipples, her drenched sex, her face. Above all, her face. They would know her ever after as the dragon pervert.

But the bards were professionals. One of them lunged for her, his rapier raised.

“Have at ye, villain!”

He cried out as he darted for her. Time seemed to slow, and for a moment, she saw his face. His role seemed to slip as he gave her a wink, as if telling her that he would not actually hurt her.

Somehow, that was almost offensive...and amusing. As if he could hurt her.

She moved faster than she imagined possible, and her arm came up to meet his attack, blocking it. He stared at her in shock, and inside, she felt the same. How had she -

But the answer was obvious. The glass where the sword had struck had fused, the many speckled pieces coming together as a whole. It spread further, further along her arm, the illusion of the jewelry maintained for now, only visible as [i]real[/i] scales up close. She felt it running along her arm and down to her hand, her fake nails turning to true claws, her glass scales turning to true living armor.

She laughed, a deep, low laugh as she threw her arm out, knocking the bard’s rapier aside. Her voice rose from her throat, and as she spoke, it was different. Deeper, stronger...more powerful.

“Foolish mortals...you seek my head? Let me show you the true might, the true power of the dragoness…”

Feeling inspired by her muse darting into the audience, she threw her arms out, her breasts thrust forward. She roared at the top of her lungs, the speckles of glass fusing to her skin, forming scales from her head to her toes. As the roar echoed through the hall, she surged upwards, her spine cracking, her neck popping as she grew taller. As she went from pale to blue, human to dragon, her body warped and twisted beneath her.

As her neck grew, her feet rose from the stage, her heels rising, her toes melting. Two faded into their neighbors, forming three-toed paws that gained great claws. They cracked and ripped at the stage as she stomped one down, then the other, getting better footing as she looked down at the foolish mortals that stood before her.

The thoughts of the dragoness overwhelmed the thoughts of the woman. In this moment, she had ceased to be Caelia Leontina, the shy girl. She was Caelia Leontina, the dragoness of power, whose beauty charmed kings, brought down queens, and seduced lines of princes to spend their seed with her rather than among their brides.

As her tail began to grow, spreading out from above her rounded, well-framed rump, she held out her hand to the bards. All of which were sprouting erections, of course.

“Surrender to me now...and you may reach a climax...fight me...and you will find only the end of your story…”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Caelia is going through her first little session with the muse, and it doesn’t take long before she realizes just how beautiful the muse can help her look. Of course, there is always a price...

Tags: F/solo, human, muse, transformation, nudity, exhibitionism, corruption, shameless, show off, wet, heat, foot focus, jewels, costuming, fantasy, magic,