Buff Spells (Patreon)

Anybody want a continuation of this one? Recently I've been considering doing more sequels but I don't exactly have much to gauge interest. 

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Avra took a deep breath of the fresh wilderness air as he padded along the well-worn cobblestones of this former king's road. He turned to look over at his traveling companion, the golden-hued malamute martial artist. "So. Are you as eager as I am to test out this new spell we discovered?" he asked her, one hand resting on the pommel of his ever-present sword. The wolf practiced the twin arts of magic and swordplay, an admirable skillset he was tired of hearing called ‘Swordceror’. He had hired Amy as a bit of extra muscle to cover

his back a few months prior, and they had become fast friends since.

"I mean, it's not really something -I- have to be ready for, is it?" Amy asked, walking alongside. They both saved a lot of money by not wearing armor. Avra because he had to use magic, Amy because... well, she just punched things. It worked out okay for her, most of the time. Her body was thick with lean-corded muscle and she was short and whippy enough to make for a small target at just a little over five feet. Bouncing around the battlefield while the wolf worked on whatever trick was supposed to solve everything worked out pretty well; and often enough that trick was a spell to augment her; usually by making her fists freeze people solid, or move faster than usual, or any number of other things that didn't really mess with her muscle memory, thankfully.

Avra shrugged, "Well, when trying out new spells, you should always be prepared for anything. Who knows what kind of effects, main or side, it could have on you? I mean, we know the basics of what it does, but you get my meaning," he replied. He stole a few more glances at her body as they talked; he couldn't lie to himself that her personality was rather charming, and she was hardly bad looking as well. "I know you may not be so... enthusiastic about the mild unpredictability, but I think whatever happens should definitely be to the benefit of both of us."

"Avra," Amy looked at him seriously, "I have meditated inside ancient shrines where the dead essence of gods still lingered. I have spent months trying to swim up a waterfall in pursuit of the enlightenment of the water spirits. I have replaced my entire water intake with pure health potions just in the ATTEMPT to increase my constitution. I have done a STUPID amount of things just to make it even slightly plausible that a runt of the litter like me can keep up with not only everybody around me, but can do it without a weapon. Jam that magic up my ass at your leisure. I can GUARANTEE it won't kill me at this point."

The wolf chuckled at that. "Fair enough. Hopefully it will have a more marked effect than some of those things..." he trailed off. His ears perked, and he motioned to Amy to come to a halt. "Do you hear that?" he asked. Focusing in, they could both hear the sound of movement in the heavy brush on either side of the road, accompanied by harsh whispers and the clanking of bits of armor. "Bandits." He drew his sword slowly, readying it as his free hand weaved mystical sigils in the air.

Amy took a stance in front of the sorcerer, standing in front and closer to the ambush zone, "You boys might as well come out, the element of surprise is quite gone and I don't feel like taking the extra steps." It was one of her better moves, she had to admit, martial arts worked better when countering stupid opponents, and getting mocked by a shortstack made a lot of people stupid angry. Not that she looked harmless, her gi was fairly tight around her body, a magically reinforced vest over her massive chest without any sleeves to inhibit her, but... well... they DID have the numbers advantage.

At her provocation, five red-cloaked ruffians sprung out from the heavy foliage, steel flashing as they readied to attack. "Who do you think you are, little lady? Talkin' all big and mighty when yer not even big!" one of them shouted. "We's gonna show you who's right ta talk big 'round 'ere!" he added, obviously the leader. They were a mix of species, the voice belonging to a mangy-looking hound. "That's it, Amy. Keep them distracted while I prepare the spell!" Avra said lowly, trying to make sure only she could hear.

"Oh don't be ridiculous..." Amy said as she rushed in and pulled down the cloak of the apparent leader, prompting him to start swinging and the others to pounce on her in pure rage. As she dodged their assault, taking advantage of their lack of room to maneuver around their leader, she swung one into another before aiming a kick squarely at the center of one of them. "if how confident you SHOULD be was always matched with size, I'd be a mountain range."

In-between the blows of the fight, Avra rapidly wove his new spell before finally loosing the magic in the briefest of lulls. A stream of radiance arced from his palm and fed into Amy's body, the malamute able to feel a strange magical sensation suffusing her body. Her arms swelled with muscle and flesh from fingers upward, the growth flowing up into the rest of her as she rose several inches taller and muscles packed onto her frame. The wolf blushed lightly, observing the magic take hold and change her body, even though he thought it would only be temporary. The bandits stumbled back in shock, seeing this girl who had made quick work of their comrades getting even larger.

"That's... different..." Amy said, marveling at her body and looking down to her stomach, where her vest rode up just enough to show the bottom set of the abs that she was sure weren't QUITE that deep before. Taking advantage of her surprise, one bandit advanced on her sword raised, swinging wildly down as she kicked off from her feet to dodge. She surprised herself by moving nearly five feet back from the light tap off, but fortunately didn't lose her balance. "Hmmm, well, definitely more strength, more height... CAN I still move the same, I wonder?"

Avra kept his sword at the ready but his eyebrow raised as he watched her fend off the bandit with a single leap backward. "Only one way to find out!" he replied.

The bandit continued to chase after her as she dodged backward, sounding a war-cry as he charged at her sword-point first. Avra watched closely to see how she would handle this, holding off on applying any other kinds of buffs for the moment.

"Yeah just keep rushing me without the element of surprise I'm sure it's gonna work out great," Amy sighed as she ducked the clumsy swordswing, forcing herself to go a little lower than usual. It was a LITTLE stiff, but when she countered the bandit with a punch and heard a sickening CRACK coming from his body, she realized that the advantages might outweigh the downsides... she attempted a running tackle on the leader, still missing his weapon, and though relatively clumsy, seeing them both go flying nearly twenty feet back with her landing on top and triumphant made her think that it would DEFINITELY outweigh the downsides.

Avra whistled appreciatively as she easily dispatched the remaining bandits, staying on alert still just in case. "It would seem that this spell is quite powerful indeed... not that you couldn't have handled them just as easily without it!" he said with a smirk and an excess compliment as he walked over to where she stood triumphantly over the scoundrels. "Good work," he said, looking her up and down. The moment of triumph was cut short, however, as the ground began to shake in an even-paced manner. "Oh dear. It would seem we might not be done here yet..." The sound of heavy breathing could be heard approaching, the harsh heavy panting of something big. "OI BOSS, SOZ I'M LATE! HAD TA GO BAD. BUT REDDY FER AMBUSHIN' NOW!" a loud, deep voice shouted from the trees, causing several flights of birds to scatter. "Boss?" the voice added, and through, no, over the dense thicket peered the head of an ugly troll. "Oi! What'd ya do to tha boss?!"

"I hit him, like this!" Amy retorted, punching the troll right in the gut in a surprise attack as she rushed to the treeline... and then looking at her fist with tightly pursed lips as it sank deep into the troll's stomach without ever connecting with flesh, lost in solid fat. "You're... not going to stand there for like half a second and then go flying dramatically over the horizon, are you?" Amy asked without much hope as the troll grabbed a tree and uprooted it to use as a club, revealing himself to be much, MUCH larger than even a troll has any business being. "Okay then." Amy said bluntly as she began to back away quickly.

The wolf growled as he saw the troll, and just how sticky a situation they were in. "Here goes nothing, I suppose..." he mumbled to himself, as he cast the buffing spell on Amy again. That same radiance spread over her body, and she started to swell once more... Her legs stretched longer from paws to hips, pushing her half a foot taller on their own as thick, hard muscle coiled onto her calves and thighs. Her lower garb was beginning to strain against her body, hugging tightly to her curves. Her upper body followed suit, abs rippling bigger as her chest expanded, spine pushing her another half-foot taller as her shoulders cracked wider, flesh and muscle piling onto her arms. "Oh... Well, there's something I didn't expect. I think the spell gets stronger with subsequent castings!"

'Do buff spells stack with themselves? I remember very little about magic but I feel like it's a fundamental rule that buff spells never stack with themselves...' Amy mused briefly as a familiar sensation came over her. Then again, she supposed it could be a similar but different spell... and she quite literally had bigger things to deal with. The troll swung the tree down right on her and she dodged to the side, enjoying her larger push range from simple movements; then as the troll started to pull it back up, she ran down the side of the trunk and kicked him as hard as she could in the head. It didn't exactly stop him outright, but it stunned him enough to drop the tree and for her to climb around to his back, hiding in his own bulk and savaging him with her claws until he finally went down. With a roar she fished through the wounds she'd made, and pulled out his heart, tearing into it as she marched back to the road. She was merely trying to keep her target from regenerating, but the visual effect had the few remaining intact bandits flee for their very lives, a red soaked gold dog marching forward, her shirt clinging as tightly to her as possible as she went to her partner. "Got enough left for a fire spell?" she said as she offered the heart.

Avra nodded and took the heart from her. With practiced ease, he burned the heart to ash in his very palm with a good dosage of fire. He wiped his hand off on a nearby tree, sheathing his sword as he let out a bit of a sigh. He turned back to look at her, face-to-face with her overstuffed gi before he looked up into her eyes. "Good work back there. And I guess this spell does stack. At any rate, we should probably get you cleaned up before we head into town. You made a bit of a mess..."

"Well I hardly did it alone, ordinarily there'd be some wiggle room in the garment department..." Amy shifted her body, leading her chest to bounce rather stiffly in the tight fabric. "Hell, ordinarily at least one of the things I tried would have targeted a pressure point, instead I went right to an artery and made a mess, now just look..." Amy attempted to raise her arms high to point down, only for a small 'shhhrip' to cause her ears to twitch... and the stiffening, stretched slip around her torso to fall to the ground.

A blush shone though Avra’s fur as Amy’s tattered vest fell to the ground, and as he tried his best to keep eye contact with her. "Uhm... Apologies about your clothing. Though... you do look better without them," he replied. He looked away after a moment, staring off down the road and at the mess around them. "We should make it to town before nightfall at this rate, I think. I can get you a new set of clothing to suffice until you can get something more comfortable and... fitting," he added, looking back up at her after a moment.

"Well I'm sure it'd be better to get something that stretches instead, since I should be going back to normal soon and this is just max size. Not the worst look, either. Six feet and built like a tank, heheh..." She laughed to herself as she walked towards the town, fairly carefree, "But yeah I'll wait outside the gates at least. I do have a spare outfit somewhere I can put on after a bath and I shrink down." She stopped, "How long is the duration anyway? Spell like that seems like it should only last a minute."

"Well, that's one of the things that we're testing. How long it lasts. Honestly, I don't know why it hasn't worn off by now. Things like these do usually wear off quickly," he replied. His inner voice strongly hoped that it didn't but the magician in him told him that it would in time. He followed behind her, observing the much-expanded musculature on her back, how the sinuous muscles flexed and moved beneath her fur. "Not quite the runt of the litter now, are you?" he asked with a smirk as they walked.

"Not quite," Amy didn't think about that old problem enough to have more of a response than that, instead she just followed the road to the city for the next hour or two. Then she waited outside the gates for an hour or so after that while Avra went inside. "The longest I've ever heard of a buff spell lasting is 20 hours, I can't believe this is one of those..." she mumbled as she waited. In theory it was starting to get chilly, but in practice cold rarely bothered her in the slightest, though the guards were continuing to give her ominous looks.

Avra ventured into the town, seeking out the local tailor and acquiring some loose-but-stretchy clothing for Amy. He paid a decent price, wrapping the garments before returning to the gates. "Here we are. This should fit you nicely for now at least," he said, passing her the bundle. Inside was a simple tube-top-like garment, made of a very stretchy fabric material, and a pair of trousers made of the same. "Just throw on the top for now, and we'll get you to the bathhouse. I could definitely use one myself as well, after all this traveling."

"Don't have to tell me twice," Amy rushed to the bath, taking only a moment to drop off their bounty and pick up her share of cash. Partially it was because the magistrate often paid a nice 'oh god get that out of my office' bonus; mostly it was because she'd need some primping. At the bathhouse she bought some expensive soap, bath salts, and a few things to neutralize the blood for everybody's sake... before sinking down into a hot bath... and finally looking at herself. She did look amazing. The willowy sinew was gone and replaced with real, actual muscle. Not enough to be entirely unfeminine, but enough to make everybody who looked in her direction know she was strong. Her shoulders were broader, her head was higher, in general she just felt BETTER; and she didn't know how much of that was confidence and how much of that was genuinely improved physical health. "Hmm, my tits are even bigger, you wouldn't think that would be included..." she mused aloud, looking at the now G-cup set bobbing easily in the water.

Avra grabbed a quick meal from the tavern before heading to the bathhouse, arriving just a bit after Amy did. He stripped and wrapped himself in a simple loincloth before heading to the baths. He was bemused to discover that most were taken, and so, unbeknownst to him, slipped into the room where Amy currently soaked. He blushed as he overheard her musing, peering around the corner to see her in the water. He watched her admiring her own muscle, the wetness adding a nice sheen and pressing her fur down to more flatteringly show off her muscle. His loincloth began to tighten against his will, and he blushed as he cleared his throat. "Excuse me, Amy... The rest of the baths are full, and, well, I can't really wait. You don't seem the sort to mind sharing, right?"

"I guess not. It seems a shame to have NOBODY see this body, after all, and it is partially you're handywork. I'm not used to such... profound... visual effects from magic." Amy gave her enhanced chest a squeeze and shuddered even in the hot bath. They felt perkier, softer, tougher, and more sensitive all at once. "How many times do you think you can cast that spell in a day? It wouldn't be the worst choice to start my day with this boost... sometimes, anyway."

He stepped into the room, blushing a bit more as the hard part came. "Heh, I suppose that makes sense to me. And I'm not used to it either. I can't say I dislike it, though. Perhaps I'm partial to it a bit too much... I hope this isn't too awkward," he replied, removing his loincloth to reveal his naked lower body, already half-unsheathed from watching her grope herself. He quickly slipped into the bath, sinking low as a heavy blush spread over his face. "Sorry about that. Just uh... try not to mind it, I suppose."

"What, semi-hard?" Amy scoffed, "I've made men cum without touching them before, and since then I've gotten at least eight times hotter. Don't jizz in the bath and I don't mind in the slightest." Amy rode up a little higher in the bath, revealing her pert, slightly chubby nipples and giving a good, HARD look at just how little her chest seemed to care about gravity, staying up high enough to allow a pair of abs to come into view below. "You didn't answer my question, by the way. You didn't drive yourself to magical exhaustion trying to double-cast ancient magic, did you?"

Avra sighed, relieved at least that she wasn't offended or anything of the sort. "I agree with the sentiment, though you were always attractive. And no, I didn't exhaust myself; I've far too large a well of magic at my disposal to be bankrupted by a buff. In fact, we could continue testing, if you like," he replied. He rubbed at his arms a bit, scrubbing the road filth from them as he looked over her upper body, watching it emerge from the water as her breasts stayed pert.

"Eh, sure, go ahead and dispel it. I'll walk out half sized and just claim I sweated it out, it'll be hilarious," Amy said mischievously. "That way we can see if tomorrow feels like a stage one day or a stage two day before I treat you to a day on the town or something else as thanks." Amy had already cleaned herself up some, and shameless as she was she wasn't about to pick her bellybutton in front of a partner, so she might as well let him play with his magic until tired enough for bed. Really, she wasn't feeling particularly tired herself, so losing some stamina might actually be handy...

"These sorts of things typically aren't dispelled. I was more referring to, well... Casting it again. I want to know just how multiplicative the effects are," he replied. He raised one hand from the water, beginning to cast the spell yet again. The radiance spread over her body again, illuminating the water from both above and beneath. Her breasts swelled first this time, jiggling from the force of it as muscle and flesh piled onto her chest beneath them. Her abs rolled bigger, abdomen thickening with muscle as the water rippled fiercely. She pushed another foot and a half taller, filling the bath quite a bit more and encroaching on the poor sorcerer wolf, who only continued to harden. Muscle piled on to her expanding frame, becoming even more defined than before. "W-wow... That's really potent. I just want to say, you look amazing right now. In all honesty, better than any woman I've met."

"You mean I didn't before?" Amy attempted to flirt, before covering her own mouth. Even her voice had changed, falling to something silken and sultry, but appropriate for her now massive form. Her entire body felt... amazing. There was no other word for it. With her skills, she was used to her body feeling easy, feeling like she could make it do what she needed to, but now it felt completely weightless, like she could do a double backflip and expend no effort in doing so... but it also felt impossibly heavy, like if she had the option of swinging a sledgehammer five minutes ago or her firsts now, there would be no question that her fist would win. Her added height revealed more of her body above the water, dropping to below her navel, and revealing two things. One, abs so perfect she thought a sword might shatter against them out of pure shame. And two, the very tip of her vulva, just barely visible through the water, a dangerous temptation for a horny magician... she moved to cover herself, but stopped, trying to remember something. Something she had almost thought before being distracted by her own voice...

"Of course you did, but now... I don't think any woman could top this," he replied, moving closer to her. He looked down over her body, seeing her exposed body and that glimpse of her sex. He was a little bolder now, encouraged by her returned flirting. "You don't need to cover yourself, you know. You have nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, you should definitely be proud of your whole body," he said with a little smile as she started to conceal herself. His leg brushed up against hers beneath the water, feeling that tough-as-steel muscle with the top of his paw. He reached out slowly, his hand gravitating toward her firm abs, touching lightly until she reacted. She was definitely more sensitive now, just the barest gracing of his fingertips on her abs sending a small ripple of pleasure through her.

Amy supposed she was grateful she was a monk. Anybody else under this many layers of the spell would probably be useless, rather than unstoppable, if that got her going as much as it did. Tentatively she made a fist, her bicep swelling by inches from the simple gesture, and gave what she thought was the lightest of punches, barely enough force to INVOLVE an impact, on the tile outside the tub... her suspicions were confirmed outright. Not only did it feel almost as good as playing with herself without any magic on her... it cracked the tile cleanly through. "Yes yes I'm very great, although I can't help but feel like you're complimenting yourself as much as me. I'm mostly magic right now after all."

Wait, that was her memory. ANYTHING involving active magic could be dispelled. If this genuinely couldn't be dispelled, then it wasn't an effect of any duration. It was a permanent, irreversible transformation. She was only able to piece it together now, thinking as quickly as she could and realizing with a strange since of dissonance that that was much faster than it used to be. Stronger, bigger, smarter? What manner of apocalypse had the potential to be unleashed... and how didn't Avra know? ...Right. Sorcerer. They mostly worked on instinct and talent... and could cast much, much longer than others. He might still have a dozen. "Avra, do you want me to be a goddess?" Amy asked.

She intended it to be cautionary.

Unfortunately, with her new voice, it sounded dangerously flirty...

Avra rubbed at her abs a bit more, watching as she so effortlessly cracked the tile. "Not at all, not at all. After all, it wouldn't look nearly as good on a different canvas, so to speak," he replied absentmindedly to her first question. It took a moment for him to catch up, and began to slowly piece together the same train of thought that she was. He blushed deeply as he realized it at the same time she did. "To be honest? Yes... I want to see how far this can go. To make you even more powerful, and amazing," he replied again. His hand slowly drifted lower, fingers lightly brushing the exposed top of her vulva. He cast the spell again, in direct contact with her skin. Her body swelled with muscle and flesh, water spilling from the bath as she grew two feet taller, her chest jiggling from the force of the growth as the rest of her rippled with new muscle once more.

'Well, there goes the neighborhood,' Amy thought. She grew another two and a half feet, hitting the double digits mark and being 'tall' by the standards of amazonian beastmen of the wilds... and a giantess by the standards of most civilized races. She grew another TON of muscle, so compressed on her frame and so much stronger than it looks that she still simply looked like the perfection of bodybuilding, and felt like an unstoppable juggernaut. She grew vastly more sensitive, to the point that it took genuine focus not to cum from the sensation of AIR upon her. "You know you can never take it back, right?" She tried to warn, but this time it sounded desiring even to her own ears. "Every bit of power I gain will NEVER go away..."

"I understand that, yes... And I'm more than happy to bestow this power to you. You deserve it," he cooed, watching her grow ever larger. "And I, too, am at your disposal. I can smell your need... Use me as you wish, and I will continue to feed you power!" he said, rubbing at her vulva more in earnest now. He took in the sight of her body adoringly, eyes following the lines of her muscles as they bent and flexed so easily. The tip of his member poked out from the water's surface, the pink flesh obvious against the water and his own black fur.

"Hmmm, well, I suppose one of us won't be any good for it soon," Amy teased as she loomed over the wolf; her rack alone putting him in shadows. His cock was rock hard, throbbing, leaking, every part of it screaming that he needed her... and she wanted him. She pressed up against him, attempting to guide him into her vagina... and...

Nothing.

She was too tight, too strong to be penetrated.

She reached her hands down, pulling it open with her fingers easily... only to cum from the mild stimulation. The squirt of her juice fired down like a bullet, cracking their bathtub and just not stopping, leaving her embarrassed, writing with pleasure, and... unfulfilled... in a draining bath tub.

"You may want to cast it on yourself at least once..." Amy said sheepishly, assuming, incorrectly, that the spell COULD be cast on anybody but her...

He shuddered as he watched her cum just from spreading herself for him, feeling the water begin to drain from the broken tub. He shook his head sadly. "It doesn't work that way, but... I have a feeling..." he murmured. He leaned up to her chest as it overshadowed him, his lips gravitating toward her left nipple, He wrapped his arms around her as he wrapped his lips around that nub, beginning to suckle and lap at it with his tongue as he blushed heavily. He had noticed that her breasts had seemed to get fuller with each cast, and he had to find out if there was some relation... So he suckled at that nipple of hers like his life depended on it.

Amy moaned and squeaked, cumming again from just the stimulation on her breasts. As heavy, as amazing as her tits were... they were dry. She'd never tried to produce milk. Avra was sucking on a dry well... well, his sucking was making something else absolutely soaked, but there was no milk at least. Still, she felt something throb deep inside her tits, like now that they knew there was a need, they were ready to develop, fast. As Avra moved to the other nipple, priming it as well, she felt tender all over, the extreme sensitivity close to overcoming her conditioning.

He was close, he knew it. Perhaps one more suffusion of magic would set her taps to flow... So he cast once more, that glow illuminating her once more as her body started to swell against his own. He clung tightly to her as her breasts swelled against his face, feeling his arms forced wider by her growing abdomen. He came from the feeling of it, soaking her rock-hard abs in thick cum. He groaned against her nipple, vibrating it with his vocalizaiton. She rose three feet taller now, dragging him up into the air as her torso was forced higher while her legs expanded.

When Amy passed the twelve foot mark, she felt it. She felt her mortality dying, leaving her free of it forever. Before a selfish lover could MAYBE have incapacitated her. Before an artifact could MAYBE have cleaved her head off if she wasn't watching. Now... she was eternal. And it was bliss.

The sensitivity from before, the pleasure her every action caused settled around her soul as an aura. An aura of bliss, of pleasure. It wasn't a weakness, it was the nature of her being. The new Goddess of Satisfaction.

Well, demigoddess.

However nice she felt, a pantheon could still take her down.

More importantly, she could still get stronger.