The New Girl - Cowification and Weight Gain - 1

Esca was very excited to begin her new job working in the Queen of Durma's castle. She was a lovely elf who's parents had raised her proper. She was polite, well spoken, and lovely to look upon. She wasn't too shabby with practical magic either, but she didn't like to brag about it. It wasn't much of a surprise that the castle usually was looking for new help, what with the size of the massive gardens that needed tending and knights to clean up after. Yet despite the amount of work, Queen Brianna had a indisputable reputation of treating all castle hands very well. Perks of working in the castle included having a warm bed to sleep in and full access to the kitchen, gardens, and other amenities. Esca, being a woodland spirit in nature, had been particularly excited about the vast expanse of jungle-like garden which sprawled out endlessly behind the castle. Never before, even in her travels, had she beheld so many beautiful, rare, and exotic fruits. So many decadent aromas tempted her as she watered and tended the plants; how could she simply not partake of any? So Esca decided to take her lunch in the garden among the leaves and breeze rather than in the dining hall, selecting two types of strange fruits for her meal. 

The first was a cream colored bumpy looking fruit with grayish spots and long curled leaves. The skin was bitter but it was easy to peel and the flesh inside was delicate and sweet...almost creamy. The second type was a mint green crescent shaped fruit with bright purple stripes. The skin was thin and the fruit crunched easily in her mouth with a satisfying and juicy "SNAP!" These she found terribly addictive, and Esca soon had to admit to herself that she had lost track of how many she'd eaten. The tree she'd plucked them from didn't look any worse for wear though, and there were still plenty on its heavily laden branches. She passed the rest of her lunch hour whistling the the birds in the garden and reclining beneath the trees she'd dined from. Aside from a slight feeling of over fullness, which she rightly blamed on the large amount of fruit she'd eaten, she felt wonderful and peaceful.

It was likely Esca's own natural magic which delayed the fruit's effects as long as it did. The elf had enough time to stroll back to the fountain at the center of the garden before her ears began to itch. She scratched them a few times, wondering if perhaps she'd leaned against something that had irritated her sensitive ears in the garden. But then, all of a sudden, they felt very different. They were no longer pointy and petite, but wide and flat...and she could wiggle them, which was most unusual. She felt a similar itching at the sides of her head, and could not believe her eyes when her reflection in the fountain's water revealed an absolutely adorable little set of horns. She twitched her tail in bewilderment for a bit before recalling that she'd never had a tail to twitch before, and also realizing that her dress was starting to feel a bit tight around the bussom and waistline. She tugged the skirt of her dress down a bit as it began to ride higher on her frame, lifted up by the rising mounds of her breasts and belly.

Esca had always been considered slim and petite. Her breasts were shapely but not exaggeratedly so. Now however, her curves were starting to more resemble those of her ogre neighbor, Granta. Not that there was anything wrong with Granta, mind you. Esca had always thought her to be very pretty and she made the best Duneberry pie around. Regardless though, the new soft weight was not something Esca was used to, nor was the rising sensitivity in her growing breasts as they swelled to stress the top of her dress. Before long her middle was growing heavy with soft chub. What started as a tiny muffin top was quickly turning into a large blubbery pillow that wobbled with every move she made. Her breasts were following a similar route, her sensitive nips poking fervently against the soft fabric. Esca kicked off her shoes when she realized they weren't serving much purpose anymore, as the practical flats she'd chosen for work didn't fit so well on her new petite cloven hooves. She became a bit distraught when she saw that her new work dress was beginning to give way, her pale flesh bubbling out of the rips like rising dough. She certainly hoped that the loss of her uniform wouldn't look to badly on her record...it was her first day on the job after all!

To be continued...

HAPPY MOO MOO MARCH EVERYONE. A tad late I know...but better late than never yes?