A Witch World Story
This was a silly exercise in excess but, it was also a fun experiment to write something so physically focused that did not directly involve sexual gratification. Not quite sure what I am going to do with a character as big as Vecilda ends up, though I am going to put that worry on the back burner for now.
Anyway, this story contains an
Elf turned Lamia growing huge
. That is really about it XD. There are brief mentions of
breast and butt expansion
, but so much of the story is about how the weight of her lengthening coils feel or what it feels like to destroy things as she grows. |
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After the third day out from Granihiem, the sounds of civilization had faded away, replaced by the sounds of creatures which thrived in the mountain rainforest. While leaving the settled world behind meant that her creature comforts were out of reach, the cold, or
worse
pitying, stares of people who feared Vecilda's now half-serpentine body were far behind her as well.
At the moment, however, the half-tumbled ruins around her were quiet enough that the sibilant hiss of her bronze scales on the vegetation-choked stones seemed to fill the entire space-at least until the Glimmering Elf turned Lamia began sputtering when she ran into a low-hanging bundle of cobwebs.
"
Pft!
I
cannot
believe I let you talk me into this," she said, pulling them off her considerably long, ball-studded tongue and her pointed ears before starting to brush out her rust-red, neck-length bob. "There's
nothing
here!"
"Oh, but there is always
some
thing," came the prim and proper voice of the Dwarven Gehl Witch who was accompanying her. "It is just never of value to
you
."
Vecilda finished pulling webbing out of her short locks and twisted what remained of her elvish form to stare at Eugunawa with the flat, predatory gaze she customarily reserved for prey who was being a bit too...
uppity
.
"Oh don't give me that look," Eugunawa snapped, not even looking away from her work. "You knew what you were getting into when you asked to come along."
The stout, Basaltan Dwarf had leaned her double-bladed halberd against a wall and was busy rubbing charcoal over a page of book-sized paper to capture the half worn away relief which rose out of the stone before her. Her snow-white braid bounced against her full pack with the movement, as her feathery sideburns swished to and fro.
"Sure but," began the cursed elf, twisting over her coils so that she was facing her companion. "
You're
the one who
so helpfully
mentioned this was another site of the cult whose magic transformed me,"
In the gloom, the dwarf's black complexion made her form hazy and hard to see. For a brief moment, Vecilda was grateful for her new sense of taste before her irritation with Eugunawa shoved that aside. "
You
made sure I was going to come!"
"I figured I could do you a favor," the dwarf said, turning to shoot her a glare with eyes of solid white as she rolled the page up and slid it into one of her steel canisters with other such rolled up sheets. Then, she pulled out another page and went back to taking her rubbing.
"Sure, but-" she retorted, slithering closer, hand pressed to her chest.
"But nothing, Vecilda. You have your motives for being here, and I have mine. Now, let me work-else you might find yourself out here
permanently
."
The Elvish Lamia narrowed her eyes even further, pulling her golden-tan cheeks up and furrowing her brow almost until they touched. Her forked tongue flicked out and back at an ever-increasing pace as her irritation escalated. Her silver-eyed gaze flicked back and forth, taking in the entire sculpture. The stone artwork spanned at least twenty feet along the wall and faded from view in the gloom move than ten feet above. It would probably take half a library of pages that size to capture the entire piece-and the history-obsessed dwarf would happily do all the work herself, she realized with dread sinking into the pit of her stomach.
"Look, 'Nawa," she said, her tone dropping to her best begging voice. "I
won't
have any idea what I'm even looking for in here. I
need
your help if I'm ever going to be
myself
again!"
"Okay,
fine
, have it your way," The dwarf rolled up her second rubbing and returned the paper to her canister, "but we're
even
after this, you impetuous child."
The mismatched duo headed deeper into the ruins, and as they did, it became more and more apparent that Vecilda's condition was indeed linked to the culture who had left them behind. There were other, less worn reliefs which portrayed women with serpentine lower halves being regarded as deities.
"This really
is
fascinating," Eugunawa said, the awe obvious in her voice. "To think an entire culture lived up in these mountains which had no connection to The Great Covens or The Goddess. It's just... unfathomable to me!"
"You should get out of your library more, things like this would be less surprising..."
"I don't think you understand," the dwarf said, coming to a halt. "I'm not saying this from a 'look at the savages' kind of stance-like some others of my circle-I'm genuinely interested how a civilization existed without the touch of Witchcraft to some extent. Not even ascended Lattion is free from the presence of my sisters' influence."
"I still don't get it," Vecilda said in a huff as she batted at more webbing. "The entire Elvish Empire across the ocean is devoid of witchery. We thrived without Witchcraft for hundreds of years-they still do for the most part."