I looked out the window and she was right. A prince had rode up to Morgana's castle with a squad of knights.
Judging by the ludicrous set of gold armor, it was Prince Jake. Jake was never exactly my first choice as far
as princes went, as he was incredibly vain and greedy. Knowing him, he expected to rescue you today, screw you
tonight, and marry you tomorrow.
"Wow, that's a face. Don't worry princess, he won't be much trouble for long." Morgana said as she started
casting a spell. Within moments, she was gone.
Suddenly, there was a loud explosive sound outside. Was Morgana really willing to blow up her own castle to
transform the prince? Listening closer, I heard the knights yelling.
"Where is he?" "It must have been the witch!" "Knock the door down!"
No sooner had I realized what was going on, than Morgana teleported back in with Prince Jake.
"Unhand me foul cur, you know not the wrath you bring on!" Jake shouted, dramatic as ever.
"For the love of, will you shut up already? And we need to get rid of that stupid armor, it's blinding."
Morgana flicked her hand in Jake's direction as she spoke, and his armor vanished. Under it, he was wearing a
simple chain mail vest over a full leather armor suit.
"Demon! What have you done to my magnificent-" Jake was cut off, thank God. Morgana had frozen him where he
stood.
"He just doesn't stop does he? He's like a little teenage girl. 'Oh, my jewelry, I need my jewelry!' 'Like,
you have to listen to me, I'm super special!' In fact, I rather like that." Morgana said as she looked over
the petrified prince.
"Like what? I hope it wasn't the impression, that was awful." I said.
"Everyone's a critic. No, I meant prince sparkly-armor here as some teen bimbo." Morgana said as she grabbed a
spell book off the wall and flipped through it.
"What? Why?" I asked, too bewildered by her statement to say anything logical.
"Who, when, where, and how." Morgana replied, finally stopping on a page in her spell book. She moved over to
write down whatever it is she had found on a scrap of paper.
"Now Sara, you'll be here a while, so you might want to pay attention. The first thing to do when making a
bimbo is to make sure what you're dealing with is female. Since this moron is clearly not, we'll fix that
now." With that, Morgana started chanting in some foreign, most likely dead, language. When she finished, Jake
had been replaced by a brown haired woman.
"Nicely done if I do say so myself. Next, we want this one to be a teenager like you, so we need to make her
younger." Morgana said as she started chanting again. This time, Jake shrank a few inches and her bust size
decreased.
"Now we can't have that. Time to break out my old breast augmentation spell!" Morgana said. She started to
chant, but I cut her off.
"That's a thing? Some wizard decided to create a spell to make bosoms bigger?" I asked.
"Honey, there's a spell for everything. Also, around here, they're called tits not bosoms." Morgana said as
she continued to cast her spell. Jake's B cup breasts swelled into DD's. I moved a bit to hide my C cups, as I
realized a man now had larger breasts than I did.
"Aw, you're embarrassed, don't worry I'll use it on you later if you want. Anyway, the final spell we need is
the combination intelligence decreaser libido increaser. I made this one myself, so let's see if it works."
Then Morgana chanted again, but I understood it. She must have made the spell in her own language, a language
I shared. The spell went something like this: "Destroy her IQ, make her dumber, and make her hotter than a
desert in the summer." I sincerely doubted that the words were the important part after that, and began paying
attention to what else Morgana did as she cast spells. Each time, she would draw different symbols on what
looked like leather. These symbols would glow slightly as the changes occurred. So, Morgana seemed very happy
with herself when the latest set of symbols started to glow.
"Yes! Now we have our little slut! Let's unfreeze her and see how she feels." Morgana said as she motioned
over to Jake. She started moving, and regrettably talking, again.
"- super shiny set of, like, totes cool armor? Do you think you can just steal from Prince Jake and, like, get
away with it?" Yep, that was still Jake in there. Surprisingly, she still had a few brain cells left, but it
didn't seem like much. Then again, Jake didn't start very far ahead of the curve.
"Honey, you might want to stop calling yourself prince." Morgana said, and it took everything I had to hold
back a giggle as she said it.
"Like, why not? I'm still, like, royalty you know? Gosh, you witches can be, like, so annoying some times."
Jake said, clearly too oblivious to look down.
"Alright, let me put it in words you'll understand." Morgana said. As she did, she pulled the hem of her dress
down, exposing even more of her cleavage than she had before. "Now, do I have your attention?"
"Like, yeah. What do you want?" Jake said in a mix of lust and irritation.
"I want you to look down." Morgana said, already smirking at what was about to happen.
"Like, fine, if it'll get you to... what the hell are these?" Jake asked, nose still in her breasts.
"They're called boobs honey. They're these things girls like you have. Don't be shy, they're really nice."
Morgana said as she stepped over to start undressing Jake.
"Like, get off me you crazy bitch! Wasn't I a guy a minute ago?" Jake asked, jumping back right into a wall.
"Do you think that's what a guy looks like? Tell him Sara." Morgana said, glancing over to me. Jake finally
noticed that I was there, and instantly started looking me over. Yep, that's still Jake in there.