Magnus, for such an intelligent steed, had other plans while James demanded the animal to ferry his bulk onward. As James now weighted over double his previous weight, Magnus neighed in protest and with some effort, shook James off of his back, causing the robust prince to fall into the pond water. It did not, however, realize that this caused the lake water to splash all over Magnus as well, and causing yet another change in quick succession.
James writhed as the water took effect, brawny muscles engorging as magic fueled their growth. James’ frame thickened considerably as his lats engulfed the leather jerkin. The jacket tore, magic rendering the material pliable as it became tougher, thicker, and snaked around James’ chest, reducing into a harness that did little to hide the man’s bulging pectorals.
His sword sprouted as it lurched erect, fertile balls churning virile seed as his breeches disappeared. His modest small clothes lengthened to become a loincloth just as his arms expanded to thick boulders and tore what little fabric remained on his upper body, the sleeves changing form to metallic bracers as James continued to be warped by the power of his own potential. He fought for the surface as his shoes toughened into gilded boots and his sword grew girthier enough to be held by two hands. The pert, firm buttocks that helped kick his body upward inflated as his legs became veritable tree trunks, so much so they wiggled almost obscenely as his loincloth struggled to contain James' new found width.
In a matter of seconds what was a manly prince at age 18 had become an even brawnier man who found himself standing at a towering 6’5”, and whose body shamed the gods as he heaved heavily, his chest so voluminous that milk maids cried out in envy. James wiped the water dripping from his short blonde hair as he grumbled, voice somehow deepening further as he tried to recall what had happened. His fur trimmed cloak had miraculously dried as condensation seeped into his skin, rendering the man to age slightly to match his massive form, chin jutting out handsomely despite the rougher visage. Bits of bronze spread across his body as a well toned tan laid across his skin, befitting a man who had traveled across the lands.
It was all coming back to him in bits, as he had heard someone… Or some thing, voicing slight discomfort across from him. James’ stubble shone in the moonlight, and recalled his past as a barbarian who made his name as the conqueror of the realm, and in his loins stirred a legacy of warriors waiting to be made, be it within a fair maid’s hearth, or, a nobleman’s needy entrance. Trudging out the water, James brushed off what vapors had begun to steam away from him before he took stock of himself. It had seemed that all was well, his body, as he flexed his arms, were at their pinnacle, he hefted his chest and watched the sinew bounce in time and felt himself stir at the thought of his training bearing such fruit.
He was only at the age of 25, and he could cause even the mightiest of men to fall to their knees. Weighing nearly an impressive 300 pounds, James was a man amongst men.
Across from him, mewled a very weak moan that caught his attention, for as James had changed tremendously to the water’s power, as too did his previously rowdy steed Magnus.
What was left in the horse’s place was a crimsoned blushed maiden who was breathlessly trying to assuage the heat of her fairer body that had changed from her previously beastly physique.
“My lord, my liege, I-“ She moaned, the last of her equine self vanished as fur became silk, cascading the woman in a pink dress akin to a royal’s daughter.
James took to her, heavy footsteps thudding across the wet land as he came upon her.
“Are you alright, milady?” James boomed, voice clearly deeper than his previous self and nearly causing the woman to jump.
“I… Yes, milord, I merely stumbled onto the water. I am just, very parched after our last endeavor…” She said, weakly, rubbing her throat to emphasize the point.
“I see…” James murmured. He could recall her very vaguely as well, Princess Magdalene, who hailed to a neighboring kingdom before James set out for adventure and to plunder glory. A meek woman, who was more than happy to be taken from her tower as a companion for the man who would set her free from becoming a trophy or sad myth.
He placed his rugged hands on his waist as the princess gazed his shredded abdominals and heavily breathing chest. She gasped as she saw James’s other sword make an adjustment underneath his loincloth before clearing her throat.
Yet there was something amiss to James, it was far easier to lull himself into this idea that all was well, but something had definitely happened before his stint in the water.
At that moment…