Determination
Another commission False_Princess
"For my next magic..." Marty's voice trailed off as he stared down at the magical book. In his mind he knew what he wanted, but voicing the words took a slight beat to come out of his mouth.
For a second, Marty turned his attention to the mirror set on his desk. The magic surface rippled once, reading the direction of his focus before it showed Malena, seated at her own reading desk staring at herself in the mirror, brushing through her long hair.
He raised his pen, setting it to the page of the enchanted book. "Once more known as Malena, the princess will fall in love with the genius Marty upon first sight of him. Her eyes will meet his and she'll declare her undying devotion to him."
He looked down at the page, grinning to himself. "Now, we just have to stumble onto each other..." He thought for a moment, scratching at his chin as he watched the princess prepare for bed, undoing her gown with her assistant.
"As she often does, the princess decided to spend the next morning out in the cherry blossom gardens," he wrote down letting the ink dry before he closed the book with a satisfying thunk.
"Tomorrow, she won't be able to help but fall in love with me!" He said to himself with a clap before he clambered into his own bed, casting one more look at the mirror where Malena had laid her head down against the pillow before he did the same and closed his eyes.
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"Ah... it's such a nice morning..." Malena crooned to herself as she rounded into the cherry blossom garden. Her dress rippled with every step, flickering around her heels as they flicked on the cobblestone pavement.
Marty lifted from the trunk he leaned on, stepping into her path with his eyes wide with excitement and hope. His eyes raised, landing onto the princess's big, round gaze. She spotted him, staring at him for a long beat before she shrieked, slapping her hand across his cheek.
"I will do no such thing!" She gasped, scoffing at him before she spun in a perfect pivot and stormed back into the castle, gown flying out behind her in a spray of pink.
Marty stood agape. "W-what just happened?!"
With a sputter of smoke, the djinn appeared once more. "Silly boy..." he thrummed with a laugh. "At this point, love cannot be controlled. Magic does have its limits."
"Fine! If she won't love me then she's going to suffer!" Marty huffed. "She's going to suffer shame and humiliation!" He stormed off, yanking his book out as he walked and furiously scribbling into the pages.
******
The next day, princess Malena awoke like she would any other day. To her, the incident with Marty had already been forgotten as just another strange experience the princess put up with. She woke lazily, stretching her arms up into the air slowly.
"Mmm...." She whined out softly, just slowly letting her eyes flutter open as they adjusted to the sun streaming into her massive bedroom. As they did open, she noticed more golden wispy hairs running down her arm than usual. They caught the light, glittering with their pale blonde shade all the way down the length of her arm.
"Hmm..." Her brows knitted together, seemingly surprised at the amount of hair there. Curious now, she hefted her leg out from beneath the blanket, staring down the length of her leg from her knee to find the same additional thickness to all the hairs. "How is there so much hair?" She whispered to herself. Her eyes flicked back to her arms, checking even beneath her soft underarms to find little puffs of hair there too.
"That cannot do... I have a an open throne session today, what if someone notices?" Malena rose up, letting her silken sleeping gown dance on the floor as she summoned one of her handmaidens to draw a bath and fetch the razor supplies. In a long process, she carefully shaved away the access hairs patch by patch, rinsing and re-lathering with every step of the way to protect her smooth, pristine skin beneath.
Framed in the magic mirror, Marty watched her with a sneering grin. "This is only the start, foolish princess. You should have realized that if you wouldn't love me as your perfect self, then I'll take away your ability to love yourself too."
Following her bath, Malena rose up and step by step her team helped her get dressed, helping her into one of her classic, royal purple gowns and the matching, dainty pumps.
"Miss, when was the last time you had this tailored?" The servant asked, pulling hard on the strings to would secure the laced bodice.
"What? Within a few months..." Malena replied dismissively, waving an already gloved hand.
"Oh, well.... It's quite tight, I was just wondering if the wrong one had been added to closet...." The girl's voice trailed off, focusing now on tying up the gown. Sure enough, the fabric all over seemed just a bit snug.
"Hmm, it must be water retention. Nothing to be worried about-"
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Once again, Malena woke with a care in the world. She stretched once again, not even thinking about the strange morning before. To her, it'd already been dismissed as just a strange blip in her timeline.
But, as she woke up once more she saw more hair coating her arms and legs, yet not only was there more hair and covering her in a thicker coating, but the shade was a darkened tan beyond her blonde hue.
"Oof... What is..." Her voice trailed off, curiosity raising one brow and wrinkling her forehead. As she moved up from beneath her blankets, her limbs all felt heavier. She felt a bit big and swollen. She gave a slight grunt, shifting off to the edge of the bed and staring down at herself.
"My legs..." She scrunched up her face, staring at herself with thoughtful consideration. She could see their familiar shape was slightly wider, thicker. While above that, her breasts seemed flabbier, less of their perky rounded selves.
"How strange... Is my diet off?" Malena thought, running through her previous week, trying to consider where she could have had this strange inflation happening. As she stood, she noticed her stomach too poked out a bit further than usual. "I'm bloated..." She murmured, pouting.
"I'll have to have some tea made-" She decided as her handmaidens arrived to help her. Without a single word, they once more prepared her a bath, once again clearing away the built up hair. None of them said a thing out loud, but as they worked, their eyes exchanged words.
"Does her hair seem thicker?"
"There's so much of it!"
"What is happening?!"
Malena could feel the slight murmurings between them, but she pushed on with her routine. Each additional step seemed to get her closer to her original form. With her bath, she stripped away the extra hair, once more freeing her glistening pink skin.
Yet, when she went to get dressed, her gown once more continued to strain out around her slight chubby stomach. The girls all pulled together, yanking the bodice tightly to squish the slight pouch of her stomach flat against the rib cage inside the tight confines of the dress. The stain of the gown wrinkled, straining over the top of the girl's thicker limbs and wider stomach.
At the same time, her breasts seemed to be dropping down into the bodice, not creating the perfect mounds of her usual cleavage but instead they were flopping into the open space of the bodice.
When the brush ran through her hair, spilling over the straining back of her gown, clumps of it pulled out in the bristles. Steadily, all the loose strands dropped free from her head, showing the thinning chunks of her usually thick, lush hair.
"Oh my, princess!" The girls exclaimed together, surveying their beautiful princess with drooping eyes.
"Is it noticeable?" She asked them, turning to her long, floor length mirror with horror growing in her eyes. Clearly, through every layer of her gown, she could see the muscles of her legs distinctly. The soft satin of her gentle mint gown was pressing out, catching of the thickness of her thighs and clinging to the rounding shape of her ass.
"Noo! Princess no!" They assured her, but their eyes lingered. She could tell, it was a lie. Whatever was happening, it was clear she was different.
"Very well." She sucked in a sharp breath, calming her nerves and raising up her head, trying to ignore the fact that less hair whispered around her neck as all the curls settled into place. "The princess must go on!"
With that, she headed out of her room and down towards her throne room, determined to start the day's meetings without any further delay. With every step, she heard the click of her heel and felt a tight squeeze on her foot that followed, marking the new binding effect the heels had on her growing feet.
As she rounded into the throne room, she felt her thighs brushed together, tickling with fresh stubble already growing on her otherwise smooth, supple legs. At least they had been smooth.
"No one can see your legs, it's fine..." She told herself, lifting her chin up and and ever so briefly glancing her fingertips over the smooth expanse of her face only to feel fresh stubble starting there in the wispy peach hairs. "W-what?" She froze, turning abruptly to one of the mirror's lining the hallway to see the blonde of her slight facial hair thickening into a noticeable patch atop her lip and along her jaw. "How!?"
"Nevermind-" She cut herself off, turning from the mirror with a brave shake of her head. "I have to do my job. No one will be close enough to me to see."
With a final deep breath, she continued onwards. But now, she felt her stomach bouncing faintly with each step, pushing into the tight fabric of her gown. She grimaced, trying to tighten the muscles to make it stop, but she still felt the weight there, the looseness of the skin with each new segment of the hallway.
By the time she reached the throne room, Malena was chanting silently in her head: "Just get through this. Lunch time you can refresh. Whatever this is, it will go away. You're just a bit off. It's okay. No one will notice." She tried to convince herself of these statements, but when she sat in her throne, she couldn't help but feel like her stomach was poking out into her dress with enough force to test the fabric.
Every breath, she felt the fabric strain against the thickness of her gut. Everytime she looked down to check the fold of her hands, she could see her breasts, flat and fatty against her chest just sitting there, no life or perkiness in them.
One by one, her meetings began. Each one, Malena grew ever more self conscious.
Each meeting, she felt more hair slip out onto her shoulder, thinning from her scalp.
Each new resolution, she felt her skirt tightening around her thighs.
Each hello, she felt a new hot shame burning in her chest.
Each goodbye, she counted down till her final meeting.
Finally, they ended. The princess passed by the banquet hall, foregoing her dinner entirely and heading right to bed. "Not another minute!" She
Muttered to herself. "I will not go another minute with anyone else seeing me like this!"
Yet, she couldn't get free of her intensely tight gown without help. More servants rounded around her, helping her out and staring with their pitying eyeballs. She could feel the gown, see how it hung in the long mirror. The satin stuck to her flabby form, the fattening glob of her stomach. "I don't know what's wrong with me!" She cried to them, feeling a burn of shame at even letting her handmaidens see her like this.
As her gown came undone, they saw the pouch of her stomach, the thick hair on her legs, and the speckling clusters of fuzz on her chest now too. She stared at the floor, counting down till they left her alone to go to bed, feeling nothing but sinking shame at her changing form.
The next morning, Malena woke with a sinking feeling in her stomach and a lingering throb in her head, the faintest mark that magic had touched her in the note though she didn't connect it to that, only that she knew she had a bad feeling.
"What is it now?" She whispered to her pillow, almost not evening wanting to get up and face what changes would be taking her now, but before she'd even slipped out from beneath the blanket she realized: a penis.
Tented underneath the soft satin of the sheets rolling over her frame, she saw it. The pole pitched up in a makeshift shelter atop her crotch, it stood demanding its morning attention.
"All of this... All so far... That's what was happening, I was becoming a man.." She mutters the words aloud, dropping them from her lips onto the bed with distaste curling up her lip at the lingering sight of that organ standing at attention, demanding her touch.
Her eyes, locked downwards, watched as she pulled the sheet away to inspect the damage done to her feminine frame. As the blanket fell away, she saw her body in the middle of a horrifying transformation. Her stomach had bulged out further, dropping into a full beer gut that drooped beneath her previously flat stomach's place into a pouch of loose fat. It hung down over the lip of her crotch, smooshing towards the length of her cock jutting up from her groin.
Her thighs were thick and bulky, with rounded bulging shapes in chunks down to the rock of her kneecap. Thick hair coated the skin in a mix of dark browns, no hint of the soft wisps of her blonde hue now.
"No... No no... This can't be..." Malena said, hearing a slightly squeak in her voice as it broke from a higher octave a smidge lower. "No no no!" At the spark of her voice, her serving woman came rushing in, already at the ready with fresh razors and hot bath water in pitchers.
Malena welcomed their help, keeping her lips pulled tightly so she could keep control of her expression as they started in on her bulging, muscular legs. Swipe by swipe, the razor ran through the thick hair, working it down to a stubble of darkness cast as a shadow down her thighs and behind her knees.
As they finished her legs, letting her pull them down into the hot water and hide their thick shape from view, Malena caught her handmaiden's eyes as the girl lifted a razor. "Now your face?"
"My face!?" She gasped, grabbing for the handheld mirror on the counter with growing horror.
Sure enough, stubble speckled over her entire face, casting a dark shadow over her soft features. "Oh my gosh!" Her mouth fell open with disgust, seeing her sharp cheekbones and creamy, milky skin marred with a splay of dark hairs sprouting out. "Get rid of it! Get rid of it!"
They descended upon her in an attack-like wave, running the razor over her cheek until the skin felt smooth to the touch, plucking at her widening eyebrows until they once more held a feminine arch to their shape, and scrubbing her skin until the lingering scent of body odor from her hot, musky night was entirely replaced with the powdery scent of soap.
Once she'd left the bath, they had to get her into a dress.
It was no easy task.
"Princess, I don't think it will fit..." The maiden suggested finally, sadly. They all pulled collectively, yanking on the edges of the corset to try and pull her gut up flat like it had once been naturally, but the excess flesh was squishing out from the bottom, only creating another ripple to disrupt her form.
"Make it work!" Malena cursed, sucking in her breath to try and tighten everything, but to no avail.
"Fine! Call the tailor! Fetch him now!"
The tailor came rushing in, trying to hide his shock at the princess's appearance, though she saw the slight bulge of his eyes and the twitch of his lips at the sight of her bulging out from beneath the corset and with a lump in the front of her underdress.
Already, even less than an hour into her day, fresh stubble had started to dot through her the base of her makeup making the texture of her skin rough and patchy while sweat already started to wear at the edges of her face.
The tailor tried, nudging one of her gowns bigger so that it'd fit around the corset's extra space and compensate for her wider, thickened legs. By the time the alterations were finished, Malena was rushing to her open court time, knowing that the citizens expected to see her.
"Do I look okay? Do I look okay?" She kept asking her handmaidens, trying to find some confidence, but she could feel the satin tightening on the dress already as she continued to grow wider, flabbier, and looser all around her frame.
Entering the courtroom, a rush of heat hit the girl. She could feel her cock twitching inside the tight pair of britches they'd found to compensate for its extra girth. The burn of nervous shame on her face somehow trigger an eager, excited throb in the organ, spurring it to life just as she entered the room full of her subjects waiting for her council.
Among the many faces was the nondescript Marty, wanting to see the peak of his spell in person, not through the buffer of the magic mirror. He purposely hung back, blending into the masses, but his face lit up at the sight of the princess.
Even with all the grooming and preparation, he could see the spell taking effect on her. A splotchy sweatiness shone on her face, dotting her forehead with an oily slick while stubble raced along her jawline below.
Her skirts didn't swing and sashay when she walked, instead they just clung to the girth of her thighs and the flare of her growingly fat calves. Beneath the edge of the skirt, blinking out every other step, a pudgy layer of skin pushed up over the lip of her heels, revealing how tightly they squeezed on the porky appendages.
The whole time, her face was red with a blush of shame and arousal. Beneath her skirt, barely hidden beneath the layers, the new cock was twitching like mad, only egged on by the welcoming cheers of her people.
"No, no. Don't look!" The voice inside her head shouted at the spectators, but she tried to go through the usual motions. She raised her hand, casting a gentle wave in each direction, exposing a dark gray stain of sweat through her gown, sinking lower down towards her waist in a fragrant grey.
Each step towards her throne, her shoes continued to strain. The girth of her toes was pressing at the edges of their frame, forcing it to yawn open. Each stitch and seal was tested as her feet swelled inside the confines, shredding away at the soft satin as the dainty craftsmanship started to tear apart.
She shortened her steps, trying to hide what was happening, but all the while she was getting more and more flustered. Her belly jostled beneath her dress, bulging out through the tightness of the bodice while sweat started to speckle down her back. The stain beneath each arm only grew, escaping even from beneath the slightly hiding place of her arm so it showed out from behind, stretching out on either side.
As she passed through the crowd, the citizens all leaned in, hoping to touch the gloved hand of their princess, but when she came close the caught a whiff of her dank, musky aroma and recoiled. Their shocked, disgusted faces each hit her like a slap in the face while whispers started to ebb around the room in a living buzz.
She hit the throne, but by now everyone was talking and staring. Fingers flicked up to point out her shoes as holes showed through the perfect purple edges. Whispers darted out from gossiping lips as her back and shoulders began to tear out the tailored stitching of her gown. Flashes of skin started to show as her growing, girthy body tore through the satin and silk of her bodice. Thick, jiggling man boobs flashed from behind the shreds of the top while her legs and ass broke the skirt open so slits flashed in to show the underside of her bouncing, hanging beer gut.
"S-So, who needs council?" The princess tried, searching for a way to make the session seem normal, but everyone was too busy whispering about the princess's new reputation. She'd changed. Something had spurred a new identity. She raised her hands, waving for true attention, but that only had new gossip shooting back to the newcomers.
"Look those stains! She's sweating so!"
"She's breaking from her gown!"
"Is it even a she, look at the skirt! It's tenting!"
Muffled, horrified exchanges fluttered around the room like nervous butterflies pollinating growing rumors around the chamber and onto the street. Already, Malena could hear the news reaching the next town of the oaf of a princess becoming a fat slob of a man on the throne, in front of everyone.
"It's like she'd planned it to be this way!"
"Must be who she is!"
"That's the hip thing now, self-acceptance!"
The princess was left on the throne, tearing out from her clothes as a five o'clock shadow sprouted on her face and her cock spurted streaks of precum onto her shredding skirt thinking that tomorrow they might not call her princess at all.
At first, when the whole situation began to unfold in front of her, the princess felt nothing but shame burning through, but something was starting to change. The more she started to change, the more she was feeling something different.
Suddenly, the sensation of the satin ripping against her skin sent a zip of pleasure up her spine. She sight of her favorite shoes starting to rip apart, the bulging of her fattening feet inside of them thrilled her.
"Oooh..." She sighed to herself, quietly realizing something. "Imagine every man inside this room like this... no more bulky boots..." Her eyes lifted, scanning over the room and searching out fuel for this launching fantasy. "Imagine each and every one of these hairy... manly feet squished inside of dainty pumps, slowly bursting the seams, tearing open the perfect, feminine heels with their big feet." A chill ran down her spine and the junk in her front began to rise even further, creating a peak inside her gown.
She glances down at the tight pull of the fabric, eyeing the lump of her cock within the taut surface of the satin. "To see everyone in princess dresses, every man and every guard in flowing sink, pushing through them with their muscles..." She gave a slight shudder of excitement, suddenly acutely aware of the tightness in her own gown's sleeves as the seams continued to tear off from the torso of the dress as all the stitches pulled off and unwound from the growing bulk of her shoulders and arms.
Marty, watching this change take over the princess from his place within the crowd, began to think to himself. "If the princess can control everyone.... As a princess... and I control the princess-" He stopped, feeling a rush of excitement as he glanced around the room. "Then, I can control everyone!"
"Oh yes..." He muttered with rising excitement, searching for his pen and book from his pockets. "Oh yes, oh yes..."
"Guards!" Malena suddenly stood, grabbing the attention of every guard in the room as her voice bounced off the walls and echoed back. As she stood, it was even more clear how much her shoes strained. She could feel her skin pushing up over the edges, bulging over the tops and going flush to the inner seams. Her dress, at the same time, struggled to stay closed over the top of her expanding body. "Every guard! I command all you to wear my garments!" Her voice echoed once more, easily filling the vast expanse of the throne room as it rang out for all to hear.
Every guard blinked, perking up to listen but then silently questioning the command. Yet in her voice was the commanding power imbued to her as princess and strengthened by Marty's note on a clean white page, "When Malena commanded all her guards to share her situation by donning female's garb, none resisted."
Sure enough, after a brief moment of digestion, they all rose up with their given command. Malena raised her hand, tearing off the worn seam of her gown with the new tightness in her shoulder as she did so, but Marty's writing had given her perfect instructions to slip into to further the unfolding scene.
With a wave of her hand, where small hairs were sprouting above her perfect manicured nails, the room gave a brief flare of magic before every guard's armor and uniforms changed into silken gowns. Every pair of heavy, studded work boots changed into satin pumps with dainty bows and glistening gems atop their toes.
Yet, there bodies stayed the same, not fitting to the constraints of the gowns and the shoes. Instantly, they began to strain the materials like their princess was before them.
Broad, manly shoulders with widths too wide for the tidy, female frame the gowns were fitted for began to desk the inseams beneath every armpit while sweat stains started to grow and spread out and down, spreading a darkened gray splotch down the length of their torso.
Thick, hair fingers were suddenly coated inside slender, fitted gloves where the stitching instantly started fail the challenge presented to it. Elegant evening gloves were never made to be put to the test now in front of them. The tiny strings that connected each strip to cover their fingers stretched out, visibly showing over the divide of the pieces of the pattern. The thick sausages of their digits forced the creams and pinks of the gloves to stretch and tear apart, rapidly deteriorating.
With a laugh, voice crackling and lowering as she did so, Malena sunk back into her throne. Around the room she was witnessing just what she'd pictured happening live on each and every guard. She couldn't help but feel delighted by the sight!
Her cock twitched to life with renewed energy, thickening and lifting her skirt even higher over the bulge in front. She found her fingers slide down over the taut satin to grasp onto the shape captured through the fabric, starting to stroke up the length of inches plainly outlined through the rich silk. Her fingers squeezed harder, relishing the way electricity seemed to pulse through her body at the touch and the sights around her.
Dainty heels, all some variation of her own purple satin pumps with their bejeweled bow on the front end, were all being destroyed around the room. Not all at once, but slowly, straining in the face of the mens' feet. The entire piece of footwear was being forced apart, pushed wider than they were ever meant to on a slim, female's foot. Instead, five plump men's toes squashed into the toe box were a girl's foot would have space to wiggle inside. Their nails scraped to the top of the upper lining, scratching into the soft padding of the shoe while the front lump of their foot shoved down into the sole, forcing the insole lining to stretch and dip around the thickness of the foot inside.
Watching her guard's feet start to show the signs of this early wear, Malena could feel it happening to herself just beneath her skirt. She tugged up on the tight satin, revealing a slice of her densely haired legs so she could relish in the sight while her fingers continued to tug lewdly on her cock now, too lost in the fantasy to continue thinking about her reputation as a princess.
Where the shoe pushed up to create the heel, ample amounts of her feet squashed over the edge. At the same time, immense pressure pushed into the shank of the shoe where it supported this upwards arch, threatening to break through the entire underlying support of the satin. Over the lip of the top line throat, running only the top to support the edging and create a crisp line, a thick chunk of her foot just squished over the edge. If she forced it to push into the shoe, wiggling her toes down into the shape of the heel, she could feel its form wobble, straining to contain all of her foot inside.
"Oh... they look like they'll just burst!" She whispered to herself with devilish delight, switching her eyes out to see all her guards experiencing the same thing.
"Oh it's too good!"
She lunged up again, once more standing to her full height. "Men! Men of my kingdom! Like my guards, I command all you present to exchange your garbs for that of mine! Change into pumps and dresses!" Once more magic flashed through the room, starting to exchange every farmer's thick slacks for thin layers of chiffon and every tailored suit into a tight bound bodice.
Marty glanced at his book, squinting. "D-did I do that?" He looked to the princess, watching the hunger in her eyes as she stroked her cock blatantly through the fabric, ignorant of the growing splotch of precum staining through her skirt alongside dots of sweat getting through the satin. "I didn't! This is all the princess now! She loves it so much she's taken control!"
All around the room, Malena watched with rising excitement as thick working boots scuffed with dust were changed for soft peony pink heels that were instantly smeared with the dirt clinging just to the worker's feet in the transformation.
With the growing time of strain of the shoes, even more was starting to happen. To her right, Malena turned in time to see a toe burst through the upper silk, sending a gem pinging into the air with the force of the bursting seam.
Then, pivoting around, she watched with her fingers pumping rapidly as a heel snapped off, the back of the man's bare foot exploding out onto the granite floor beneath as the small shoes gave out beneath his girth, his manly heft.
"Oh it's beautiful..." She whispered to herself, turning her gaze back onto her own shoes. She started down at their bulging seams, grabbing fiendishly for the girth of her cock and wondering how long until her own pumps gave out and broke.
She squinted, seeing the seam over the top that wove into the bow was stretching. Tendrils of the thin violet thread that held the luxurious shoes together stretched out, weakening with each second taking her full weight and the full volume of her fat feet. The heel wobbled as she stood, struggling with the imbalance of her oversized heels atop them. Inside, her toes crammed to the inner walls, threatening to break them down at any moment.
Over the top of her foot, the single dainty strap that usually just carefully locked her foot into place was pushed to its limit. The smooth purple ribbon of the strap stretched out till it looked thin enough to see through at its weakest point, shreds of its form stringing off as it started to break, slow motion like a cartoon rope going thread by thread. The front of her pumps, where her toes were stuffed, seemed to be stretching out to actually fit her inside, misshaping the perfect smoothed form of the pumps into something lump, misshaped around her spreading feet.
Pwtwing! With a snap, the band atop of foot gave out, breaking entirely and flopping backwards off her foot as if in surrender. The princess stared with a fixated obsession to the rest of the shoe, fiendishly still masturbating herself as she watched for the next sign of weakness.
The rest of the room, all watching their leader, was mostly locked in silence. Except, in the far back, one single big-mouthed gossiper couldn't help but let the comment slip: "We can only hope she brings such determination to wearing down our enemies, am I right?"