After a few hours resting amongst together, Kenzia and Maraya had gone home for the time being, entrusting the transformation of their last co-ruler to the capable hands of their newest colleague. Alisariah had changed into an understated but elegant white robe. She’d returned to her desk, now adorned with engravings of twining vines. Those decorations flowed and hummed with magic as Alisariah’s pen flowed over the page.
She’d already pushed her art to heights of expertise as a human, but what she could achieve with her arts now could simply not compare. In an afternoon, she was passed down six centuries worth of experience and practice with the brush and pen, her graceful fingers could manipulate paint and ink with a steadiness and dexterity she couldn’t have dreamed until now of replicating. Most importantly, the magic now beginning to gust over the world answered her beckoned call. Not only was she drawing, she was enchanting, weaving her magic into her latest piece.
It was one she’d already been working on for some time, one she’d thought a few days ago she was done and satisfied with. A portrait, one of her favorite subjects, depicting a proud and warlike Wood Elf, olive skinned with dark brown hair which tumbled wildly down one shoulder. Her exposed midriff displayed a toned core and emerald tattoos, interrupted by well-healed battle scars. Her hand rested at ease on the string of a curved shortbow as she surveyed a verdant landscape of evergreens which stretched all the way to the roots of snow capped mountains. Alisariah could not help but hum in pride and desire, as she knew that very soon her art was about to become reality, sooner than she realized.
Wanda Hadley was already making her way down the hall to Alice’s appartement. She’d been counting the days until it was time for this pickup. She’d already been highly impressed with the digital scans of the commission she’d ordered from Alice, worth every dollar. Now she was about to get her hands on the physical version, the hand-illustrated portrait of her Elven Fighter character, Astania. That warrior had been a companion through two years of highs and lows, astounding triumphs and hilarious failures on the tabletop. Now that campaign was finished, her story was over, this portrait serving as the final closure to something that had become a part of her.
Alisariah’s ears perked up to attention as she heard a knock at her door. “Be with you in just a moment!” She called out to her guest. She waved her hand and wrapped her whole flat in a glamour that masked it in its original appearance, herself included. She rolled her eyes as she looked down at her old self, before banishing the tic and putting on human mannerisms as she opened the door.
“Oh hi! Wanda, right? I- I have your commission ready, it’s just over here on my table. I hope it’s up to what you expected?”
“Way, way better than that! Look at this! It’s like I’m standing right there with her! You did so good.” Wanda gushed, partly in sincere excitement, partly to try to put the nervous girl at ease. She hugged the painting and spun on the spot with it. She looked down at it once more, she swore she could imagine a gust of wind tussling her hair when she did.
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After money changed hands and a long drive home, Wanda walked back home, prize in hand. She arrived to an enthusiastic greeting from her dog, but the place otherwise empty. Her boyfriend wasn’t home yet, sadly. She knew he’d been looking forward to seeing the portrait too. He’d commissioned art of his Dwarven Warlock as well, from a favorite artist of his who lived in Brazil. He wasn’t about to be getting a physical copy until he got his own print of it.
She set her treasure down in a frame she’d picked out and propped it up on the wall in their living room and made off to shower before winding down for the day.
As she stood under the faucet, water pouring down her, Wanda started…whistling? Whistling in perfectly good key no less. She always sounded like a coyote being murdered when she tried to before. As she scrubbed down her belly, she found her fingers graze over a toned, flat core, any weight she used to carry there quickly being repurposed elsewhere.
She brushed her hair back behind one of her ears, and gasped as she felt a tingle that brought a blush to her cheeks. She gasped as she gingerly brushed her ear again, rubbing them to her immense satisfaction as they lengthened and tapered into impressive points. Before long, she’d spread apart her legs, her other hand shamelessly seeing to herself as her fingers curled inside her up to the knuckle. From her firm legs and swirling up her chest, along her arms, and across her face, deep green tattoos caressed her form as they painted themselves onto her flesh in swirling, hypnotic knots and patterns. She slowly slid down until she was sitting in the shower, moaning shamelessly as she climaxed her way into her new body. Her breasts enlarged in her hands as she kneaded and fondled them through their growing. As the change wound down, a smattering of adorable freckles graced her cheeks and her brown eyes flashed with magic as they turned a vibrant Jade.
Astania hugged her legs up to her chest, squealing in utter joy as her greatest fantasies had come to pass. She was so focused on herself she barely even noticed when her shower began changing into a woodland grotto, the faucet into a trickling waterfall pouring down her nude form.