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🌎🌎 “Bigger Is Better” 🌎🌎

She had always felt so small and weak. She was the runt of her class, and was made fun of all the time. When she heard about a miracle fitness pill, she was skeptical, but desperate. It said instant results, but when she took one, nothing happened. she waited a moment and took another. still nothing. In a fit of rage, she downed the whole bottle. Nothing.

She went home that night, feeling woozy. She was sure that in her sadness, she has poisoned herself, so she went to call the doctor. She swooned as she reached for the phone. Her heart was beating so fast, and her head was swimming. She started panting and released a small moan. Her body felt like it was on fire! She gripped the table, and the wood gave like paper under her grip. everything felt hard and bulgey and tight. Her cloths started to rip, and she began to panic. She looked down at herself and saw her muscles forming.

Her body pulses again. that was the first pill she thought, now I’m on the second. Her biceps swell to massive proportions, her legs thicken, she gets taller. Power coarsens through her, accompanied by a joy unlike any she had known. Big, strong, beautiful…everything she wanted!

The second pulse stops, and she feels her arms and legs smiling. This was perfect. What she always wanted. Nobody was as big and strong as her now. Her smile stops though…the rest of the bottle…there were 100 pills in there. 98 more spurts to go….and all at once. She feels it start. Screaming, her cloths rip off like nothing, she smashes the table on accident. She grows out of control, her head hitting the ceiling, forcing her to sit to stay in the room.

I wanted power…this is too much…I don’t want this…but it feels so amazing…maybe I do want this. Fuck, it is so hot. I WANT IT! BIGGER!

Her mind is intoxicated with her new power. She punches through the walls and ceiling effortlessly, destroying her house. She wouldn’t need it anymore. She was a goddess, and she had a queendom to claim. She lumbered through the streets, knocking cars aside like flies as she continued to grow bigger and more muscular. Her eyes were set on one location on the horizon: the miracle pill factory.

Manyuu Hikenchou

Easily one of my favorite animes for….reasons.

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GIFT OF THE VALKYRUR

GIFT OF THE VALKYRUR -Selvaria Bles TG Transformation (Valkyria Chronicles)-

[Artwork by Honjou Raita]

“Ugh, how hard can it be to find one game!?” Paul madly questioned.  Paul had just finished scouring another gaming store for the PS3 game Valkyria Chronicles, but to no avail.  “Dang, why did I sell that game so many years back? Oh well, I suppose I should try some of the thrift stores.  Hm that one over there looks a bit worn down, but it’s worth a look I guess.”  Paul entered an aged brick unit thrift store called “Valk’s Gift Store”.  Once through the door Paul noticed how truly decrepit it looked.  Mold was spotting the ceiling in several areas, broken book shelves holding up product and a musky smell filled the entire structure.  “Welcome to Valk’s Gift Store, how may I service you?” a soft playful voice called out to Paul.  Paul turned to notice a striking woman standing behind the store counter.  She had long silver hair with hazel eyes and a pretty filled out form; sizeable hips with around large c-cup breasts.  Her face was a little chubby but in a cute way, and she wore a lengthy casual black dress with long booted pantyhose.  Paul was immediately aroused by her appearance but tried to keep his emotions under check.  He approached the counter and asked, “Um yea, *nervous cough* I was wondering if you had any ps3 games, particularly one called Valkyria Chronicles?”

The lady’s eyes went wide with excitement and slammed both hands down on the counter, leaning her face forward towards Paul’s.  “Valkyria Chronciles! Yes of course we have that! Are you a fan!?” the lady briskly asked.  “Uh yea! You are too?” Paul replied.  “Oh I’m more than a fan I—um…yea I’m a fan.  I have several copies of the game.” The lady claimed.  Both Paul and the lady then commenced to discuss the game for quite some time before Paul eventually inquired about getting a copy.  “Oh sure, would like the special edition?” The lady asked, a sly smile crossing her face.  “Wow, that’s the limited edition version from Japan!” Paul said with lit up excitement.  “Wait how much does it cost?”  The lady’s smile grew even wider as she said, “oh I’ll give it to you for free.”  “Whaaat!!” Paul responded.  “But that’s gotta be worth a ton, why would you give me something like that for free?”  “Just consider it a gift from one fan to another.  Besides I don’t get business in here too often and it was nice chatting with you.  So please, take it.”  The lady offered.  Paul was confused but certainly couldn’t pass up the offer.  “Okay I’ll take it, haha. Sweet.” He said.  The lady glanced outside and said to Paul, “Looks like it might storm soon, you better get back home.”  Paul struck a confirming glare outside, “oh yea it does.  Thanks again, I’ll see ya later.”  Just as Paul was about to leave he heard the woman call out, “Wouldn’t it be great to be a Valkyrur?” Paul stopped and looked back puzzled, “Uh yea.  That would be pretty sweet. Anyways see ya!”  Once Paul was out of sight the lady looked up with a slightly worried look on her face.  “I sure hope this is the one.” She said.  “It’s been so lonely and our numbers dwindle.  The magic within that game, hopefully it’ll bring another sister Valkyria back to us.”

Paul Runestone was an excessive gamer around 25 years old, skinny tall Caucasian (5’7”), with short trimmed brown hair and blue eyes and wore a black buttoned up long-sleeve shirt with white line patched designs patterned across it, as well as some generic light blue jeans and grey sneakers.  He’d been a gamer all his life though he sold plenty of his games when he was younger and just recently started regretting those decisions.  But thankfully he had found Valkyria Chronicles and as he arrived home, a relentless storm brewing outside, he immediately ran for the television setup and slid the disc into his PS3.  Paul launched himself onto the couch, controller tight in hand, ready to play the game.  An intro cutscene began playing on the screen, one that was different from the vanilla game he remembered in the past.  This one seemed to focus solely on Selvaria Bles, A Valkyrur from the game who was powerful and admittedly very hot.  He’d always enjoyed Selvaria for obvious reasons (Large tits) but also found her stoic commandeering personality to be alluring as well.  Selvaria Bles had one hell of an hourglass figure offset with huge breasts and generous hips, but supple thin arms and legs; body covered by a tight fitting black military outfit with detached sleeves and a black beltskirt, half gloves, and pantyhose with legwear, all adorned with gold ornaments.  Her long silver hair and red eyes casted an otherworldly look upon her, one that Paul was having a hard time looking away from.  The thunder outside from the storm was growing very loud and frantic as Paul stared at the TV captivated by Selvaria. 

Suddenly lightning struck the house cutting the power and sending a current of electricity up through the console to the controller and into Pauls body.  “WYaaahaaahh!!” Paul cried out as he was electrocuted.  He dropped the controller and flung back onto the couch, convulsing for a bit until eventually recovering from the shock.  “oh my god, haaaah, huuuuh.” Paul said out of breath.  “I could’ve ben fucking killed, holy shit.  I was struck by lightning!”  After the shock over the situation subsided he noticed that all the power in his house was gone, except strangely the television, which was blasting static on the monitor.  Occasional strikes of lightning outside lit up the living room with a bright white light, casting Paul’s shadow against a bare wall near the tv.  Paul was still reeling a bit from the electrocution and felt warmth slowly building inside him.  “Gotta take a moment.” He said as he lay back on the couch, starting to sweat trying to relax. 

Paul was starting to breathe long and heavy pants as the heat persisted and grew in intensity.  Paul had his eyes closed trying to calm himself as his whole body flexed over and over.  “hyuh, uuuh, so hot…dammit, huuh, huuh, haah.” Paul huffed.  Unaware to him, his body began losing mass, muscles thinning out on his already scrawny frame.  His limbs became limber and frail, his stomach boney and flat.  Paul felt as if he were slowly starving to death.  “Ugh, need to get help.  I feel so weak.” Paul feebly said as he began to roll on his side to reach for a phone on a counter near the couch.  A lightning flash lit up the room and beckoned an intense heat towards Paul’s chest. “Hyaah, aaahhh, oohh!” Paul let out as the feeling sent him reeling back onto the couch.  He began to squirm about eyes closed, as he felt heat firing through his limbs and greatly in his chest.  Agitated and disturbed Paul let out, “Hah, ha, ha, agh! I’m burning! Hyuuuh, aaahooohh god! Why am I!?” 

Two small mounds began to form on Paul’s chest.  He felt a warm liquid filling him up, bringing sag to his still masculine chest.  His nipples crept out from their inner state and fired up like hardened icicles and were being stimulated by Paul’s shifting movements on the couch, his shirt dragging across the erect rods.  “Heh, haaah.  Feel so strange…what, what is this? Uuuuuhh.”  The feelings were not painful just very odd and unsettling.  Paul didn’t know quite how to react as the warmth felt rather pleasant.  The rising knolls had layers upon layers of fat packed on top each other as they began to show their presence against Paul’s buttoned shirt.  Small creases were forming as the lumps eventually expanded into full blown woman’s tits.  They were only about a small b-cup right now, but they were certainly visible against Paul’s shirt.  A thrust of energy billowed to his chest causing Paul to open his eyes and arch his back.  His breasts swelled a tad in size becoming softer during the process, milk still spilling into them from seemingly nowhere.  Paul glanced down at his now growing chest, illuminated by the static tv glare and in shock said, “Ha, what the? Mmmm my god h-hah!” he arched back again as the birthing flesh pushed further.  They were around the size of a large b-cup now and were pressed tight against Paul’s form fitting shirt.  The breasts were starting to perk up, losing their sag as they formed more defined creases and folds on Paul’s shirt, tugging at the material as they grew and halted, for now, at a large healthy c-cup.  The changes temporarily stopped as Paul was left looking in awe at his new breasts bestowed to his still manly (but frail) frame.  “My chest? I grew tits.  Heha, whats happening!? Help, I need to get out of here.” Paul said as he stumbled to the floor his feeble condition disallowing him the strength to get up.  “Dammit, so tired…so weak.”

He crawled at a snail’s pace from the couch towards the door about half way before lightning struck again outside signaling another change in Paul.  He felt a rattling to the deepest confines of his bones as he let out a shriek of pain. “Gyaaaahh, ooohhh agh!”  Paul’s body let off a flurry of cracks and snaps as he skeletal structure began to change.  Paul’s elbows and knees popped and slide bestowing a slight bend to his limbs.  The bones in his arms and legs became more slim and lithe; their delicate form manifesting against the skin of Paul’s light frame.  His shoulders stayed broad but crushed in slightly, the clavicle and tendons around the upper body showing in great detail against the skin.  So many contours of his changing skeleton were visibly seen against the tight seal of skin covering his body.  Paul’s hands fidgeted about, each finger snapping and straightening as they formed into a softer more exquisite look.  The bones in his wrist presented a pleasant curvature below his hands, ushering great womanly visage to his lower arms.  “Auuh, oooohh! Fuuucck my bodeee!!” Paul cried out, tears falling down his face.  Lighting struck again bringing this time a more supernatural change. 

Paul felt a powerful energy course through him and with it unnatural strength to his weakly limbs.  Paul powered his way up with newfound strength and reached a standing, albeit twitching, position.  He held strong but could barely stand straight as the alterations to his body kept racking him.  Paul gritting his teeth felt the sharp snaps continue their assault.  “kehhh, kaah, aaggh! Can’t control, myself! Gaaah!” he said as his body twitched and squirmed about in its standing position, limbs occasionally stiffening out in response to the large cracks let loose.  Paul’s breasts swayed about, the still erect nipples gliding underneath the shirt.  Milk began to leak from his nipples as a sense of pleasure rooted in Paul’s mind.  The changes were beginning to feel less painful with the pain in Paul’s mind being replaced by sensations of want, the want to stimulate his breasts growing desires.  “Hyeh, ha, must…egh must do it!”  Paul said unable to fight off the feelings as he grabbed hold of his breasts and groped them with a violent passion.  One of his hands slid back and forth over the expanse of his breast, bringing small shivers to his body every time he passed over the nipple.  His other hand simply squeezed the soft lump of flesh and clawed occasionally at the erect tip at its peak.  “mmmmuuhh, yes.  Oh fuck, yes.  Hah, can’t stop. So good….pleaseee no.  mmmm.”  Paul said feeling defeated, his dick growing rock hard and extensive in his boxers. 

Another lightning flash brought along with it a shadow cast upon the blank wall that wasn’t Paul’s.  The lady from the shop earlier was kneeling outside Paul’s window watching him change.  She said, “Its, its actually working.  Haha yes! Soon a new Valkyrur will be born.  I can’t wait to greet her.”  The woman watched intensively as another lighting flash hit bringing cuing again more changes to Paul.  Paul’s skeletal structure went wild anew as he felt a great push in his abdomen.  His ribs cracked with a fury as they curved and shrunk in size.  This change lifted Paul’s breasts a bit and interrupted his groping session as his arms fell to his sides and thumped about.  “Hah, it’s happening again! Aggh, aahh!”  This time however the sensations felt like waves of ecstasy and Paul’s mind could hardly contain it, he couldn’t even force out words.  “mmmhaaaa, ooohh, gyaaahh ffffhhuuuaaa” Paul moaned out, drool flung about.  Paul’s pelvis snapped wide bringing more width to his hips and a flurry of hip jolts back and forth as it took new shape (ass swaying about with the movements). Next a large snap to his spine struck causing a huge arch in Paul’s stance and significant curvature to his back (a beautiful S shape taking form).  Somehow he continued to stand through all these changes, body contorting about with each change to his form.  “aah, g-g-god awwhhhoooo  nooooo oohhh soo nice!!” Paul let out in conflicting pleasure.  Through this whole process the lady outside saw Paul’s shadow against the wall slowly take shape with each flare of light, a more seductive and powerful silhouette taking form on the wall with each cast.

Paul’s penis was dripping pre-cum into his pants at an alarming rate, his body itching for release.  Paul brought a hand to his breast again and his other towards his pants and began rubbing his junk.  He felt a huge buildup climbing to the surface, like lava bubbling towards the surface of a volcano.  In the meantime Paul’s toes were snapping and reshaping into more womanly additions to his legs, causing his stance to keel over a bit due to readjustments in balance (his shoes were now very loose fitting on his feet).  “Ha, no, no its coming, hah, aaahhh!!”  Paul shouted out as his dick fired out wads of cum, his breasts firing milk; all in unison with a huge cave in of his mid-section.  Muscle and bone compacted inward towards a tight slim fit.  Paul slowly brought his posture back up, his body tremoring faintly as he moaned.  Muscles packed themselves in his abdominal area through random contractions bringing decent definition to his core, a clear u-shaped line outlining the muscle.  “uhhuhuhu, thiss c-can’t be r-realooohhhh…”  he said, his body vibrating.

Paul’s mind began to fill with foreign thoughts.  Thoughts of a race long lost to time, a powerful race of warriors with inhuman strength and beauty.  It was forming clear in his mind that Paul was becoming one of them, their culture and customs of the past slowly spilling into his consciousness.  “Uuh,  noo, what are these…my head! Gaah!”  Paul said.  “This isn’t real! I can’t be, Valkyrur.  They’re real, ha haaah!!”  Paul’s face began to soften as the bones in his cheeks and jaw began to snap.  “geeh uyk owah!” He let out as his jaw violently pointed outward along with his chin, a chiseled sharp edge forming.  His skull lengthened in size and his face pulled slightly taller with a slender expanse around the cheeks.  His nose pointed upwards a bit while decreasing in size, yelps and moans escaping Paul’s lips; lips also softened and shrunk towards a more sensual size.  Paul’s brows thinned out and his lashes grew out with elegant curves.  Eyes stretched long and slit like, pupils mixing red and blue until a complete harsh red took over.  “This isn’t me, my body!  Help! These thoughts!! He ha ha, my history…my people!”  Paul conflicted said, his thoughts intermixing with the new ones rushing in.  His sense of self was starting to blur.  The lady outside thought, “Wow she has become so beautiful.  Her tits are almost as big as mine, hmph.  Looks like she feels conflicted, she could use some extra help.”

More lightning flashed and this time brought on changes to Paul’s attire.  It suddenly felt as if his entire wardrobe was alive shifting about in a weird liquid state.  It was changing.  His black buttoned up shirt steadily took on the texture of leather, the buttons reshaping into giant gold bulbous ones.  Part of the now amorphous shirt slithered its way around paul’s neck and formed a halterneck around it connected to his now military esque looking shirt.  Golden trims frothed to the surface across his new shirt. A pointed gold decorative that had a sharpened point jutted out from just under Paul’s breasts, propping them up slightly.  A golden waist belt that resembled the ridged look of a millipede formed from his back side and built itself, link, by link across the circumference of his body until connecting at the front of his waist where a spiraled point formed (which looked in shape like a Hershey kiss chocolate) and connected the belt.  Golden ridged arrow designs took form and patterned themselves on the halterneck along with a beautiful broach with red and white stripes which bubbled to the surface on the front.  Golden shields slowly drew themselves in shape on the broach; it was clearly some sort of military insignia.  The black mass of shirt covering his arms split into pieces.  Small amounts journeyed to the upper halves of his hands and formed snug around his fingers into half gloves.  Minor pointed ends folded themselves upward revealing a lavish red color inside the gloves.  They brought high class to the floaty hands of Paul who was still moaning, the thoughts of an ancient race pelting away at his mind.  The sleeves of his shirt broke off revealing the bare well defined bone structure of his shoulders and upper arms (the shirt and sleeves though stayed connected just below the armpits).  The sleeves folded up on the upper arms and lower arms, the lower portion being a very prominent fold that left a hefty expanse of bare skin between itself and the gloves on Paul’s hands.  Red inner color was revealed just like the gloves before and gold trimmed borders and designs took shape along the sleeves of this new outfit. 

All the body hair began pulling away from Paul as his skin grew fair and pale white.  The hair under his armpits dissipated giving a beautiful smooth slope to go along with the parted sleeves of his newly forming outfit.  A tight fitting short belt skirt formed with the last remaining remnants of Paul’s shirt, falling down to just below hip level with slits opening on the sides.  His jeans darkened and took a more tightened and hardened state, forming into black legwear.  A pattern appeared on them, a pattern of rectangular shapes with gold outlines.  It sort of resembled a tough hide or reptilian skin.  Paul’s sneakers darkened and blasted upwards in size as an amorphous mass, eventually taking the shape of long pointed Panty hoe boots.  The heels raised Paul’s body higher as they grew, gold borders forming around the trim of the boots. Paul’s dick pressed out against the clingy belt skirt, nothing holding it back; a poking peak seen against the skirt.    The entire backside of Paul’s shirt disappeared leaving the sweating skin on his back exposed to the chill air.  The muscles on his back had receded to a sensual slender state.  He truly had the look of a woman now, albeit a military general with short brown hair and a raging hard cock. 

Paul brought a hand to his face as the thoughts within his mind grew more intense.  “Let them out! Hooo, nooo must fight it!”  Paul’s front door slammed open and in walked the lady from the store.  “Oh sister you are looking so beautiful.  Having trouble though?”  Paul shocked to see her in his house replied, “What the, you…you?  Help me!”  The lady walked over and grabbed Paul’s shaking arms and stared fondly into his eyes and responded, “Oh don’t worry sister I’ll help you awaken your true self.  Just give in, it’ll feel so good once you awaken the Valkyrur ancestry flowing through you.”  Paul puzzled said, “No…what? This…this isn’t me!! You did this!”  The lady replied, “Oh come now, you love this I can tell.  The beauty, the power, your body is aching for you to accept this rebirth.  A powerful Valkyrur has been transferred to you.  Just let the thoughts of your new ancestors take over.  I went through the same thing a while back, it’s truly invigorating trust me.  You can be a Valkyrur just like in the game!”  A look of confused wide eyed shock crept across Paul’s face. “No, no I don’t want this, I can’t want this…even if it does-“ Before Paul could finish the other Valkyrur lady planted her lips against his.  Her tongue penetrated his mouth and with it a warm electric energy began to fill his being.  The lady Valkyrur’s tongue danced around his own, prodding underneath his tongue and around the sides of his mouth.  Paul’s mind was hazy, his held arms letting back their struggle as the pleasure was getting to him. 

His hands which were twitching frantically now calmed down into a more accepting dance, opening and closing in a gentle manner.  Paul’s eyes began fluttering a bit, his pupils traveling up.  In his mind Paul thought, “No, how can this feel so good, so right.  This growing power inside me, I…I like it! Noo, can’t….I want it! Who is this? Is this me!?”  A different personality began taking shape inside Paul’s mind the more he accepted it; the personality of a woman in control, of resolve, who would fight for her people with utmost dedication.  Yes, she was a general, a powerful Valkyrur.  Paul’s eyes closed as he relished the pleasure and thought, “mmmmhh, yes I’m a Valkyrur. Hyuuh, this is who I’m supposed to be, ugh noo, wait! Must not take control! Take control! Selvaria, yes that’s it! I’m Selvaria Bles!!”  The Valkyrur lady let go of her grip from Paul’s mouth, saliva connecting between the two, and said, “Yes I can feel it. You are a leader; a great leader from our past has awakened in you.  Become that leader Paul.”  Paul opened with a glaring look on his face and said in commanding tone, “Do not call me that sister Riela Marcellis, I am Selvaria Bles. Now help me break free of this mortal coil!”  Paul or rather Selvaria was very frantic and anxious to complete his transformation, his former sense of self far from mind if there was any of it left.  Riela replied, “Of course my sister, It’s so good to see you!” 

Riela revealed Selvaria’s cock from underneath the skirt, long and stiff, dripping and slick at the head with cum.  Riela began to stroke it.  Selvaria looking unsatisfied shouted, “I am a general sister.  This is beneath me!”  Riela with a frightened look on her face said, “of course sister, I’m sorry!” and she immediately went down and shoved the cock in her mouth.  Selvaria in a powerful stance put a hand on Riela’s head as he relished the feeling of Riela sucking furiously on his cock.  Riela’s head pounded back and forth, Selvaria’s hand egging her on faster and faster, until a giant load blasted into Riela’s mouth.   Riela wished to release her mouth from the dick but Selvaria wouldn’t have that. “I’m not finished, not yet sister!”   Riela continued to suck, mouth already drenched in cum, her tongue lapping the underside of the shaft as Selvaria felt his dick slowly shrinking.  A bright blue light began emitting from both the Valkyrur’s bodies, bordering around them, as their energy intermingled in this sexual act; both their eyes glowing fiercely red.  Selvaria feeling satisfied let out, “Mmmm, that’s it.  The power, yes…its growing, uuuhh, haah, yes!”  The dick grew smaller and smaller in Riela’s mouth, eventually pulling itself beneath the skirt once again with Riela’s face peering under the skirt in pursuit.  It had shrunk all the way to a nub on Selvaria’s space under his legs when a heated shift took place inside him.  His balls were sucked up into his body and burst and took shape as a pair of ovaries.  A new womb was forming within him. A small bulge formed between his legs, eventually bursting forth as a slit, the nub that was once his dick resting tucked at the top of the new lower lips.  Riela’s mouth turned from licking the small nub towards slurping Selvaria’s new pussy; her tongue rolling about inside the new cavity.

Selvari could feel HER hips widen as her lower body took womanly shape.  Her ass shivered and quaked with excitement, cheeks clenching together.  “oh haah, my ass,  I-I feel it!” Selvaria said satisfied as she felt muscle not only packing into her butt and the cheeks swelling in size, but muscle returning to her thin limbs as well (though not enough as to take away from her beautiful boney visage).  Riela grasped with both hands onto Selvaria’s ass cheeks.  Selvaria responded with a surprise, “Hooh Reila!?” Riela continued to slurp away, her tongue lapping at the insides of Selvaria’s folds.  Riela could feel Selvaria’s ass clenched tight together at the cheeks and a rumbling beneath their surface as if something wished to break free.  Just then Selvaria’s butt bloated out in multiple instances, one after another, each time her cheeks feeling more firm and soft to Riela’s touch and rising under her grasping hands.  They eventually settled as two voluptuous peaks.  “ohh Riela! Yes! Almost there, heh, haaah, release meee!! Release me sisteeeeerrhaaaah!!!”  A wave of cum spilled onto Riela’s face as Selvaria’s hand pushed Riela’s head up against her lower naval, pulling her up by the hair. 

Selvaria felt her hips expand in size along with the throes of the orgasm she was experiencing.  “Hyaaahh,  ooohh gooooddoohhh….hyaaaaa..uuuhhhhh.”  Selvaria yelled as her neck pulsated until it slimmed and lengthened, her adams’ apple sinking in releasing a commanding mature mid-toned womanly moan that seemed pleased beyond compare yet still very much in control, her still powerful stance proof of that.  “So good, soooo good.  Yes aaawwhh the poweeer!”  More changes hit Selvaria as her blue aura burned with intensity, hair slowly lengthening down to her upper legs.  The hair crawled in enticing manner down the contours of her body, her hair above her sideburns growing long as well all the way down to just below her tits.  Her bangs settled around just past her eyes, giving a sexy mopped look around her eyes.  A silver glow emitted from the hair as it glistened and changed from a brown to a striking silky silver coat (it seemed to almost sparkly in the darkened room).  Her body still shaking with pleasure, her thighs gained mass as the muscles pulsated and thickened (her lower legs remaining rather thin still).  Selvaria’s posture shifted a bit to the side as her thighs finished complimenting the size and strength of her ass, giving a nice lift to her backside.  The pulling acts of the muscles in her legs gave minor tugs to the muscle around Selvaria’s vagina, re-agitating her pussy.  “There, there can’t! heyooohh moore, theres mooreee!” Selvaria let out as the changes were yet to finish.  

Riela impressed by the voice of her new sister rose up and said, “Oh sister you’ve grown so beautifu—“ Selvaria grabbed hold of Riela in a state of ecstasy and hugged her tightly to keep her own body stable.  Riela’s face was smashed firmly into Selvaria’s breasts which were beginning to quiver.  “hoo, hoo yes! It’s coming!” Selvaria said as her mounds began to bloat in size once more.  “Feel them sister, they’re growinnng uhhhh…”  Selvaria moaned.  The slick sweating melons grinded against each other at the sides, Riela’s face pressed hard near the nipples.  Selvaria’s outfit strained more and more as the tits gained large amounts of fat.  Selvaria felt the muscles around her breasts twitching and pulsating as they conformed to carry the new weight building on her body.  The breasts started shaking up and down violently as they ballooned outwards to large dd-cups.  “Bigger, they won’t stop aawwwhh!!” Selvaria let out as even she wasn’t expecting them to grow this large.  They cushioned Riela’s face, their softness and squishiness unmistakable to her.  Massive amounts of milk sloshed about inside as her nipples widened to excessive sizes, the stimulation to them so great they popped like mountains on her breasts.  “I can’t, I can’t. Yeees moore, bigger!”  Selvaria beckoned, her pussy wet with excitement as her breasts finally rumbled with one last violent fit, her outfit being stretched to the brim at its front and sides.  Nothing but circular masses could be seen against the outfit, it now conforming to her breasts form in skin tight fashion.

Heh Haaaaahuuhhh!! Oooohhhh….mmmm…”  Selvaria pleasantly released.  Another wave of cum released from Selvara’s folds as her breasts finished their journey at large h-cups.  Selvaria released her grip on Riela who fell to the floor in awe.  Selvaria stood there in the remnants of a powerful orgasm trying to regain her composure, one hand brought to her chest as she tried breathing steadily, her body shaky in its stance.  Her body was a sight to behold.  Tender limbs met with powerful hips and large motherly breasts, a trim fit core.  Long smooth glistening platinum hair travelled down the whole length of her body, a luscious pointed face of a goddess.  She was little bit taller than her previous form as Paul.  She was a pale skinned beauty unlike any other. 

Riela was struck with envy, “You’re like a Queen my sister.”  Selvaria while touched by the comment said, “Do not flatter me sister, I am merely a product of our powerful race.  There are so many of our beautiful sisters waiting to be reborn.  We must find more hosts for the Valkyrur’s magic and not through some petty bargaining (referring to the shop Riela ran).  Riela replied, “But sister Selvaria how will we detect those who are worthy vessels?”  Selvaria responded, “You must feel it yourself Riela, I am a high class Valkyrur.  I am able to detect the latent powers of our race around us with heightened senses.  It’ll be easy for me to track worthy vessels down.  And we WILL use force if we have to. The survival of our race depends on it.”  “Of course sister.  I’m so lucky I found you.” Riela said and hugged Selvaria in a loving embrace.  “You were right Sister…” Selvaria replied hugging Riela in return, an accepting smile on her face.  “This power is truly invigorating.”

The two Valkyrur’s bodies glowed with an intense blue light.  Another lightning bolt struck, casting the shadow of two ancient powerful beauties in embrace upon the walls of the home.

*Story requested by MegamanMaster64*