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It was the perfect plan, or so Tharja thought...

"With this spell, Robin wont be able to keep his eyes off me," she cackled, "He WILL be mine!"

Hastily she threw each ingredient into the cauldron bubbling before her, watching as they slowly sank into the ominous soup she brewed. It was a simple spell really: one who power has grazed the thoughts of many women throughout time, a power that Tharja was going to make a reality. A spell with the power to increase her already considerable assets, and win the prize she so long sought. A wicked simile crept across her face as she considered the ramifications; she would no doubt be the talk of everyone's tent by tomorrow. Sure, there would be some unwanted attention from some of the layabouts around camp, but this certainly wasn't the only hex in her arsenal, and EVERYBODY knew that well; she made quite sure of that.

She threw the last of the material in and stirred with the zeal of a woman mad. Her thoughts fixated on one thing only, and at long last it would be within her reach. She closed her eyes to chant a few ominous wipers into the cold nights wind, and with that, the hex was complete. Eagerly she thrust out her chest, anxious to see the results of her toil and research grip her tender young body. Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling about struck her down where she stood. It took her with such power and veracity it was all she could do to not double over.

Hunger.

Hunger like she had never known.

She knew not where nor why this feeling overtook her, but she knew she must sate it. A side effect maybe? Perhaps the spell needed nutrients to function; a no doubt sane deduction, but she was a witch! Not a scientist, like that busybody Miriel...

Though Miriel was a witch too...

She shook her head, this was no time to be distracted. A quick glance down told her the spell had yet to work its purpose. Her mission was yet to be complete, she still had work to be done.

As she darted through the camp, her black cloak and raven hair kept her well hidden in the night's shadows. Or she would have been, had the insentient gurgling of her stomach not filled the air around her. As luck would have it though, most of the army was making use of every second they could use to rest, and those left on guard duty were used to the wild antics of the company sorceress. To them, it would be a stranger sight to see Tharja acting normal. Arriving at the mess hall, she wasted no time in devouring whatever she could get her hands on. For a time she gorged herself, hardly wasting time to even chew before picking up the bit of food within her reach. Quickly she made work of the cupboard she was pilfering rations from, and tried to move on to the next, but swiftly found it to be impossible. They were thoroughly locked, no doubt protection from other, even more unsavory characters; who's voracious appetites were a normal and everyday occurrence, not the result of some bizarre occult wizardry.

"Blast" She cursed into the empty room. She was as hungry as the moment she started, and with nothing to show for it in the way of growth...

Well, that wasn't entirely true. Her usually trim and tight belly had begun to form a stalwart outward curve, pressing the lacy fabric that made up most of her garments tightly across the newly formed paunch. Just as she began to consider her curious situation, a new feeling crashed over her body. Just as strong as the first, but quite different in nature.

"Urk. Ohhh, I'm going to be..." Before she could even finish, her hands quickly clasped to her mouth, and her legs instinctively started to carry her to the nearest secluded location. Her retching could be herd throughout the camp, and as before, not a single eyebrow was raised.

It seemed an eternity later when Tharja finally dragged herself back to her quarters. With one hand still on her mouth, and the other weakly grabbing the frame of her tent, she drew the flap closed, ready to retire for the night. With her last bit of strength she made her way over to the large mirror in the corner of her room, giving her body one final examination to see if any of the torment of the nights events had been worth the effort. Turning to her middle first, it seemed even more packed and bloated than before, a fact she would think impossible as most of the food she ate was now leading a trail right back to her tent. Tenderly, she began to rub and found it unyielding and firm. She also found the skin of her tightly packed orb to feel a more sensitive than usual; feeling quite sensual actually, almost... erotic even. She continued rubbing for a time, making circles over her aching flesh until she caught herself giving off a slight moan. Eventually she decided to move on to the what started the fiasco in the first place. She began a close and personal examination of her breast, all for research, of course. She poked and prodded for any signs of change, but alas she was quite accumulated with this particular portion of her own body, and she knew no change had taken place.

Dejected and exhausted, she was finally ready to pack it in for the night. It was with one last sigh and a glance, that something peculiar happened. Her boobs, still firmly clutched within her hands, began to feel a bit tender; then a bit more. As she laxed the tight grip she had in place, she could swear she felt them swell towards the newly freed space. A bit more she lowered her hands, and again it was as if her breast grew back into them. With cautions optimism she finally took a glance down, and was elated to see all had not been for naught this miserable night. With a quick squeal of glee, she watching hypnotically as her chest grew thicker and fuller as the minutes dragged by. Eventually, mercifully, she fell back onto her bed; chest still in hands, and with a devilish grin she drifted into a deep sleep.

---

She was awoken with a start to the sound of a RIP.

Her eyes shot open in a panic, but it was short lived when she saw the fruits of the previous nights labor. Her breast was perched magnificently on top of her, two mighty mountain dominating her field of vision. She began to bend forward, exhilarated to get a better look at them, when she felt a sudden, and heavy resistance. Looking down further past her swollen bosoms, a third mountain made itself known. One of much more magnitude then the other two combined.

A moment was all it took to process what it was, and a ghostly gasp parsed her lips.

Rolling out of bed in a panic, she almost collapsed. Her knees almost buckling under the drastic increase to their load from just the night prior. She waddled her way over to the mirror once more, examining this new unforeseen development. Her breast now sat atop a massive ball of flesh, dominating her new minted figure. Not only that, but her thighs had thickened as well; and all across her swollen body her garments threatened to give up their losing struggle against her expanding form.

"No no no no NO! This cannot be! How can I ensnare Robin like THIS?!" Even in the predicament she found herself in, her thoughts were consumed by one overwhelming shadow.

"This makes no sense! How am I this big?!" She continued her rave, " I look as though I'm with chi-"

As if summoned by that very sentence, something deep within the confines of her new girth stirred, making it's presence known to the enigmatic young witch. A force, like a tiny kick, pressed against the taut skin of her taxed belly. She could feel it, she could SEE it. The true gravity of her blunder hit her all at once, and she stood frozen in shock.

"No..." Was all she could eventually muster.

---

Just a quick little something. I've wanted to do a Tharja pic for a while, cause who doesn't like Tharja? So, what does everyone think, should we keep going?

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It was the perfect plan, or so Tharja thought...

"With this spell, Robin wont be able to keep his eyes off me," she cackled, "He WILL be mine!"

Hastily she threw each ingredient into the cauldron bubbling before her, watching as they slowly sank into the ominous soup she brewed. It was a simple spell really: one who power has grazed the thoughts of many women throughout time, a power that Tharja was going to make a reality. A spell with the power to increase her already considerable assets, and win the prize she so long sought. A wicked simile crept across her face as she considered the ramifications; she would no doubt be the talk of everyone's tent by tomorrow. Sure, there would be some unwanted attention from some of the layabouts around camp, but this certainly wasn't the only hex in her arsenal, and EVERYBODY knew that well; she made quite sure of that.

She threw the last of the material in and stirred with the zeal of a woman mad. Her thoughts fixated on one thing only, and at long last it would be within her reach. She closed her eyes to chant a few ominous wipers into the cold nights wind, and with that, the hex was complete. Eagerly she thrust out her chest, anxious to see the results of her toil and research grip her tender young body. Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling about struck her down where she stood. It took her with such power and veracity it was all she could do to not double over.

Hunger.

Hunger like she had never known.

She knew not where nor why this feeling overtook her, but she knew she must sate it. A side effect maybe? Perhaps the spell needed nutrients to function; a no doubt sane deduction, but she was a witch! Not a scientist, like that busybody Miriel...

Though Miriel was a witch too...

She shook her head, this was no time to be distracted. A quick glance down told her the spell had yet to work its purpose. Her mission was yet to be complete, she still had work to be done.

As she darted through the camp, her black cloak and raven hair kept her well hidden in the night's shadows. Or she would have been, had the insentient gurgling of her stomach not filled the air around her. As luck would have it though, most of the army was making use of every second they could use to rest, and those left on guard duty were used to the wild antics of the company sorceress. To them, it would be a stranger sight to see Tharja acting normal. Arriving at the mess hall, she wasted no time in devouring whatever she could get her hands on. For a time she gorged herself, hardly wasting time to even chew before picking up the bit of food within her reach. Quickly she made work of the cupboard she was pilfering rations from, and tried to move on to the next, but swiftly found it to be impossible. They were thoroughly locked, no doubt protection from other, even more unsavory characters; who's voracious appetites were a normal and everyday occurrence, not the result of some bizarre occult wizardry.

"Blast" She cursed into the empty room. She was as hungry as the moment she started, and with nothing to show for it in the way of growth...

Well, that wasn't entirely true. Her usually trim and tight belly had begun to form a stalwart outward curve, pressing the lacy fabric that made up most of her garments tightly across the newly formed paunch. Just as she began to consider her curious situation, a new feeling crashed over her body. Just as strong as the first, but quite different in nature.

"Urk. Ohhh, I'm going to be..." Before she could even finish, her hands quickly clasped to her mouth, and her legs instinctively started to carry her to the nearest secluded location. Her retching could be herd throughout the camp, and as before, not a single eyebrow was raised.

It seemed an eternity later when Tharja finally dragged herself back to her quarters. With one hand still on her mouth, and the other weakly grabbing the frame of her tent, she drew the flap closed, ready to retire for the night. With her last bit of strength she made her way over to the large mirror in the corner of her room, giving her body one final examination to see if any of the torment of the nights events had been worth the effort. Turning to her middle first, it seemed even more packed and bloated than before, a fact she would think impossible as most of the food she ate was now leading a trail right back to her tent. Tenderly, she began to rub and found it unyielding and firm. She also found the skin of her tightly packed orb to feel a more sensitive than usual; feeling quite sensual actually, almost... erotic even. She continued rubbing for a time, making circles over her aching flesh until she caught herself giving off a slight moan. Eventually she decided to move on to the what started the fiasco in the first place. She began a close and personal examination of her breast, all for research, of course. She poked and prodded for any signs of change, but alas she was quite accumulated with this particular portion of her own body, and she knew no change had taken place.

Dejected and exhausted, she was finally ready to pack it in for the night. It was with one last sigh and a glance, that something peculiar happened. Her boobs, still firmly clutched within her hands, began to feel a bit tender; then a bit more. As she laxed the tight grip she had in place, she could swear she felt them swell towards the newly freed space. A bit more she lowered her hands, and again it was as if her breast grew back into them. With cautions optimism she finally took a glance down, and was elated to see all had not been for naught this miserable night. With a quick squeal of glee, she watching hypnotically as her chest grew thicker and fuller as the minutes dragged by. Eventually, mercifully, she fell back onto her bed; chest still in hands, and with a devilish grin she drifted into a deep sleep.

---

She was awoken with a start to the sound of a RIP.

Her eyes shot open in a panic, but it was short lived when she saw the fruits of the previous nights labor. Her breast was perched magnificently on top of her, two mighty mountain dominating her field of vision. She began to bend forward, exhilarated to get a better look at them, when she felt a sudden, and heavy resistance. Looking down further past her swollen bosoms, a third mountain made itself known. One of much more magnitude then the other two combined.

A moment was all it took to process what it was, and a ghostly gasp parsed her lips.

Rolling out of bed in a panic, she almost collapsed. Her knees almost buckling under the drastic increase to their load from just the night prior. She waddled her way over to the mirror once more, examining this new unforeseen development. Her breast now sat atop a massive ball of flesh, dominating her new minted figure. Not only that, but her thighs had thickened as well; and all across her swollen body her garments threatened to give up their losing struggle against her expanding form.

"No no no no NO! This cannot be! How can I ensnare Robin like THIS?!" Even in the predicament she found herself in, her thoughts were consumed by one overwhelming shadow.

"This makes no sense! How am I this big?!" She continued her rave, " I look as though I'm with chi-"

As if summoned by that very sentence, something deep within the confines of her new girth stirred, making it's presence known to the enigmatic young witch. A force, like a tiny kick, pressed against the taut skin of her taxed belly. She could feel it, she could SEE it. The true gravity of her blunder hit her all at once, and she stood frozen in shock.

"No..." Was all she could eventually muster.

---

Just a quick little something. I've wanted to do a Tharja pic for a while, cause who doesn't like Tharja? So, what does everyone think, should we keep going?