Mary could barely process what was going on around her. Her vision blurred, and all she could focus on was the deep, searing pain coursing throughout her entire body. As she attempted to stand up, she felt her bones start to snap and crack and she fell back down. "Whyyyyyy" Mary began to moan.
Bertram paced and panicked. In his final conversation with Magnus, he had sworn to protect the girl at all costs. What good he did! "I may have mutilated or murdered this poor child." Bertram though to himself. How could he live with the shame?
Even with all of her senses dulled, Mary felt herself changing. She looked at her hand and saw her fingers growing. Trying to place her hands on the ground, she failed as her arms and legs started to lengthen considerably. "What is happening to me?" Mary muttered. She felt her stomach start to strain. Mary yelped as she felt her torso expand in width and height. The pain hit a breaking point as her hips rapidly expanded outward. After that, Mary vomited onto the floor.
Profusely dripping with sweat, Mary began to rise to her feet. She looked down at herself and realized she was a lot taller. I'm turning into a skeleton, Mary thought to herself. As she was about to ask Bertram a question, she noticed her skin start to rumble.
"Woah" Mary said, as she stumbled. Bertram quickly grabbed her and got her positioned on a stool. Mary began to feel very uncomfortable as her ass began to swell with mass. Her legs began to fill out, with her calves becoming thick and taut, and her thighs meeting each other on the stool. This caused her night gown, barely holding itself together, to complete come apart at the seams. Her arms followed next, becoming shapely. Her stomach added weight but quickly reorganized, giving her a slender and toned torso. Mary became amused as she watched her former A-cup breasts swell and swell, until they became D-cups. Mary felt the final phase of the transformation begin to work on her face. Her cheekbones became more pronounced as the fat on her face began to recede. Her nose grew ever slightly larger and her lips shrunk ever so slightly. In a shock to her and Bertram, Mary noticed her long, brown hair shimmer and take on a new golden blonde color.
Panting rapidly for the next three minutes, Mary finally caught her breath. "May I please have a mirror?" she asked, before putting her hands over her mouth. Her voice had apparently dropped a few octaves.
Bertram pulled the floor length mirror over and placed it in front of Mary. She gasped.
"I'm...I'm...a mature woman." Mary exclaimed, confused yet excited.
"Yes, you are my dear." Bertram replied. He grabbed her hand and looked at her palm. "I'd say about 30 years."
A million thoughts began to rattle through her mind. She looked outside and saw it was morning break. Her focus sharpened. "I...I need to clean myself up. If you could fetch a servant or two, I would be most gracious. I have to prepare."
"Prepare for what?"
"Today, I will prove to everyone that I am the rightful ruler of Demyrth."