This short story, written for a loyal follower, contains quite a bit of breast expansion, height gain, ass growth as well as non-human characters. I hope you enjoy!
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A lone figure trod slowly toward the looming silhouette of a tall keep. On a bluff above a small, surprisingly still inhabited village, Shadowfang Keep cast a menacing presence throughout the foggy forest of pines within which it stood.
Tylla shivered from the unnatural cold of the place, delicate blue fingers gripping the shaft of her anchorite's staff tightly, its tip casting a soft golden glow all around, acting as a beacon to ward off potential attackers. The Draenei's priestly vestments, well-suited to the more temperate climates of the southern regions, did little to protect her slim form against the brisk winds of Silverpine Forest. One could see the outlines of partially erect nipples pressed against the thin fabric of her robe, drawing attention to her tiny, barely-there breasts.
"
Where are they?"
she thought, looking for the adventuring party that was supposed to be there. Only silence and the occasional cawing of crows greeted the young Draenei. The eerie quietude of this place chilled her to the bone. The rustling of a sheet of paper pulled from her bag joined the rustling of the branches as she unrolled it.
Call To Arms
Brave heroes of the Alliance! Following reports of Worgen activity north of South Shore, investigations have revealed that a pack of the feral beast-men has taken up residence within Shadowfang Keep.
Those brave enough to venture into the darkened halls of Shadowfang will be rewarded with five gold pieces per Worgen head.
Marshall Dugrim Thundergale
When the town hall clerk had given her the piece of parchment, he had told her that a group of three had already left but would camp out near the keep, should any others wish to join them.
The sooner she could meet up with that adventuring party, the sooner she could return home, cozily studying the hundreds of religious tomes piled within the temple walls. While the trip had been relatively short and uneventful, Tylla had not packed enough food and had soon been reminded of that fact by the rumbling of an empty stomach.
A quick look to the shadows lurking all about her reminded her that she was indeed alone, and a recently extinguished campfire confirmed that others had been here recently - and that the gates of Pyrewood Village had remained closed to them.
"Start without me, did they? Better not dawdle too long, else they will be in need of more healing than I can offer!"
Dead leaves crunched underhoof as she parted the dense fog with her enchanted anchorite's staff, entering the keep without so much as a single foe greeting her.
"
The gate has yet to be closed... I do hope this is the party's work and not some wicked trap set by our foes,"
Tylla thought, gathering whatever courage she had. She suspected, glancing at the shadows behind her, that she would be safer indeed behind the walls of the keep than outside.
For a moment, she hoped that the adventuring party had cleared the way for her, but the creeping malice of the dark stronghold offered little in the way of reassurance.
First among the oddities was the apparent lack of bodies or traces that any kind of battle had taken place in the darkened halls. Oh, there were a few clawed surfaces here and there with destroyed furniture strewn about. Nothing unexpected given the reports of a Worgen infestation. While relatively new to these types of adventures, Tylla nonetheless knew that expeditions such as these typically brought with them their fair share of carnage.
Stairs creaked as she ascended the deserted halls of the gloomy keep, ancient cobwebs fluttering about from the girl's passage.
"Tylla, we are glad you finally made it!"
came an unknown voice within the priestess's mind, speaking with much urgency. "
Come, quickly! We have met our enemy!"
Never one to refuse another aid, the girl ascended as quickly as her legs could carry her, not even knowing where she was headed in the keep. The Light would guide her. Years spent behind the walls of her temple made the effort even more demanding. Thin as a reed, with a near absence of fat or muscle, the white-haired girl was not the slightest bit a paragon of physical fitness or endurance. Her fingers gripped the railing when she paused to catch her breath, leaning over, plait swinging. Her legs were killing her, and her heart pounded madly within her chest.
Barely had her hoof touched the wooden planks atop the decrepit staircase that a burst of green fog exploded from a previously invisible emerald rune that glowed suddenly and violently, briefly illuminating the room before being drowned in smog. The smoke thickened, quickly filling the entire room. She had no time to utter a protective spell that the bitter fumes had invaded her lungs, causing her to cough violently, stinging her esophagus and burning her eyes.
"
Quickly! We require healing!"
came another voice in her mind. This time, it came from that of a woman with a distinctly Darnassian accent. She could recognize the woman's accent, being quite close to the elusive Kaldorei since her arrival on this new world. "
We cannot complete the quest without the aid of our esteemed healer!"
The choice of words seemed odd, and she wondered how the group even knew of her arrival or her name. Perhaps had someone in South Shore warned them of her arrival.
A burning sensation raced across the smoothness of her skin, hair-raising pain afflicting her suddenly. No sooner had she registered the pain that it faded like a wave retreating into the see, turning into the whisper of a soft tingling.
Her coughing, however, continued and she found it difficult to breathe, so much so that she fell onto her hands and knees, choking on the awful cloud. The echoes of the burst of pain seemed to travel across her body once more, migrating suddenly towards the nubs of her minuscule tits. Her nipples hardened even more, tenting the thin fabric of her robes. She would have moaned, were it not for the irritation in her throat that forced a cough from her instead.
She dared to open a tear-filled eye, certain that she would choke on the dark green fumes if she did not attempt something. Her thoughts briefly went to the scholarly tomes young Draenei would read in school to learn of the horrifying tactics their demonic enemies would use. Fumes such as these, she'd learned, had been used once on the world she had been born on. Many of her people had been corrupted and transformed by these and were now known as the Broken. She had yet to encounter such fumes herself, until now. Burning them away was the only way to get rid of them.
Focusing her willpower, the novice priestess reached for her staff tentatively, raising it above her head at a forty-five degree angle. A flash of light burst from the crystalline tip, burning away the devilish fog, leaving nothing behind save a few wisps of green mist.
Tylla's white, glowing eyes were quick to spot the hue of her skin which had shifted to a somewhat to a purplish tone, markedly different from her regular blue. "
Perhaps I can reverse the course of this corruption..."
she thought, breathing becoming more regular. She had inhaled much of that potent smoke, and she knew not just how much it would affect her or if it had meant to kill her. "
First, however, I need to find my party!"
Standing up, Tylla looked around. She seemed to be alone still, yet the uneasy feeling that had followed since she'd set foot upon the Keep grounds persisted, especially as she stared into the unlit room before her. The light from the gatehouse below barely reached the top of the stairs.
As a priestess, however, she had no difficulty conjuring light-based spells. Snapping her fingers, a small light grew at the core of her staff's crystal, increasing in intensity until it illuminated the ominous hallways before her.
Each step taken by the priestess brought with it a fair measure of fear and anticipation, unsure if she'd step upon another rune-trap that would cause her further distress or if the one behind this trap had other plans for her. These traps were not needed to make the girl panic, for each new step now brought with it an unfamiliar sensation - weight on her torso paired with slight jiggling. The young woman looked down to see mounds of titflesh straining against robes far too small to contain even modest handfuls such as those she now sported.
Unmistakably, the Draenei now sported a healthy set of breasts, and she needed not think too far to how or why these had suddenly grown on her otherwise skinny body. She resisted the temptation to squeeze the alluring orbs, knowing full well that they were hers, given the sensation of her hardening nipples against the fine fabrics she wore. Bras had never been something she needed, given her previous lack of feminine charms, which only now made the jiggling that much more distracting.
Exploration of the cold and lonesome rooms and hallways of Shadowfang gave little in the way of hope or comfort, and the voices that had whispered to her previously had been quiet for the last half hour or so. Passing through the keep's courtyard and stables, Tylla soon found herself at the entrance of a long hallway, in which were two doors: one to the left and one to the right.
Only the left door stood ajar. Tylla would have been surprised if it could close at all, given that the mahogany of the left door seemed bloated and rotted from the humidity of the place.
"
You have to get the key, lass!"
a burly voice with a thick dwarven accent shouted in her mind. "
