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There he was, standing in front of the fairies he heard about. One of them was tall and blond, the other one a redhead with an amazing boob window. What a fantastical situation he found himself in. Thomas definitely never expected anything similar to this to even be possible in any way, shape or form, but here he was.

Thomas was so glad he took that offer. The words of the strange girl still echoed within his head: “Thank you so much for agreeing to help save my beloved fairy kingdom. I’ll send you there in a second, but before that, let me tell you what will probably expect you on the other side.”

The dark cloaked orange haired girl then listed her prediction: “Two high ranking fairy advisors will probably give you an audience sooner or later when you arrive. Their names are Fiora and Lenis. You will basically become their hero and king when you get there and each of them will then offer you four wishes, if I remember correctly. Just wish for stuff that will help you become a good king to them and they will eagerly grant it to you, I am sure of that.”

And just like she said, there they were, two beautiful ladies standing right in front of him, both of them looking at him with a mix of excitement, hope and curiosity. One of them, the redhead, took a step forward and asked: “Was haben wir denn hier? Bist du der sagenhafte Held?"

Thomas blinked for a bit, before he remembered that the orange haired girl had told him about that too, which made him not all too worried. If he remembered correctly, she said: “There is a good chance they don’t speak the same language as you, so you might have to communicate with hands and feet at first, and waste a wish on making you speak their language. But hey, having to waste one of eight isn't that bad, right?” 

So Thomas proudly declared to the two fairy advisors without an ounce of fear: “Alright, I have come to become your hero. First of all, grant me the wish of speaking your language, then we can talk more!”

The two advisors looked at each other, one more confused than the other. 

“...was hat er gesagt?” The redhaird one asked.

“Ich dachte, du kannst ihn verstehen.” The blonde replied.

“Uhm, nicht gut. Das ist jetzt ungünstig. Müssen wir ihm nicht eigentlich Wünsche erfüllen, damit er die Prophezeiung erfüllen kann?”

“Das stimmt… hmm… Aha! Ich habs!” The blonde one slammed her fist into her palm decisively. “Er will ein Feen-held werden, also wünscht er sich bestimmt eine Fee zu sein! Das kann ich ihm ohne Probleme erfüllen!”

Having not even the slightest clue of what those girls had talked about, the blonde fairy snapped her fingers, and energy rippled through Thomas' body immediately. Within seconds, he felt a lot lighter despite nothing seemingly changing, except that two pairs of giant wings sprouted from his back, then quickly grew to the size of his entire body. All four of them. They were utterly massive of his, not even all that small body. And after they finished growing, two small antennae sprouted from his head, completing his transformation into a fairy, much to Thomas' surprise.

“Well, uhm… I didn’t expect to get wings so soon and I mean, I guess I don't mind. but could you guys give me the ability to talk to you real quick for the other wishes? Would help a lot.” He spoke, touching his wings and antennae for a bit. The fact that he could feel his own touch on them was absolutely wild for him.

The girls however looked a bit distressed.

“Ist das wirklich das was er sich gewünscht hat? Er schaut so unzufrieden aus!”

“Uhm… Ich meine… Uhm… Aha! Er ist unzufrieden, weil es nur weibliche Feen geben soll! Sicherlich ist das genau das was ihm fehlt!”

And the blonde fairy snapped her fingers again, very confidently.

Immediately Thomas could feel his body contort to the whims of her magic again, this time to a much rougher degree. Or rather, he could feel all rough edges of his body smooth out within seconds, his shoulders shrinking while his hips flared outwards and lumps of joy appeared on his chest. And with a popping sound, a certain member down below also ceased to exist, which had Thomas yelp in surprise. It had her let out a very feminine sound.

“What the hell! Holy crap my voice?!?” Thomas put her now dainty hand in front of her lips, noticing how off all her proportions were. Then she looked at her two tiny boobs, looked at the two girls and yelled. “Why the heck did you turn me into a girl?!? That isn't even close to what I wished for. Turn me back, this instant.”

That being said, she did not spare a second to explore her new boobs with her hands however, which the two fairies also noticed.

“Er… Ich meine, sie schaut ziemlich wütend aus. Sind die Brüste nicht groß genug?”

“Kein Problem, kein schweres Problem zu beheben!”

Then the blonde one snapped her fingers again, making Thomas kinda curse the fact that she had been playing with her boobs all this time, as the tingling feeling immediately shot into them with no second to spare. From within, they started to increase in size slowly, but steadily, growing bigger and bigger, causing Thomas to moan as she desperately tried to stop them, yet only felt pleasure with every squeeze she gave them. Finally, her boobs slowed down at a size comparable to that of the redhead, where each sphere was almost as big as her head.

“Okay, I am convinced you guys are stupid. I want to be able to talk with you!” She said, gesturing her mouth opening and closing.

“Not this whole thing!” she continued, gesturing her entire feminine body with huge boobs.

“Aha! Natürlich! Wie konnten wir das vergessen?!?” The blonde one declared, having seemingly finally understood while the redhead looked at her in confusion.

“Sie will ein Kleid, das zu ihrem Status als Heldin und Königin passt! Kommt sofort!”

Another snap, another realization that Thomas still couldn't understand them, but that the magic was at work once again. This time, not directly at her body, but her clothes. Her shirt was practically torn to shreds, and replaced with a single leavy tie that somehow kept her boobs in check. And her pans fused into the bottom half of a majestic dress, which probably looked really good, although it was not the type of thing she was looking for right now, and especially not on herself.

“I don’t even know what to say anymore. I'll put it simple and say ‘just turn me back’!” Thomas spoke as clearly as she could, though she had little hope those fairies would understand her.

“Ich habe keine Wünsche mehr frei und sie schaut noch immer unzufrieden aus. Hast du eine Idee, was fehlt?” The blonde one asked, while the red one returned a smug look confidently.

“Klar. Hast du schon mal von ner Feen Königin gehört mit kurzen, schwarzen Haaren? Klar würde ich mich über das aufregen. Lass mich dir mal zeigen, wie man sowas macht!"

Despite how confident the red fairy looked, after she snapped her fingers of magic in front of Thomas, she quickly realized that the redhead wasn’t much better at reading what she wanted. Within seconds the mass and volume of hair on Thomas’ head tripled and quadrupled, cascading down her cheeks, to her shoulders, then to her thighs, then to her knees, before finally tying itself together into two absurdly long twintails that defy the logic of any human haircut Thomas had ever seen.

At this point Thomas had almost completely given up talking to them, so she pretty much exclusively tried to gesture to them what to do. Using her dainty hands she gestured wildly in a manner that conveyed, at least in her eyes, without a shadow of a doubt this message: “Turn me back!”

“Sie fuchtelt ziemlich hart mit ihren Armen herum. Glaubst du sie will uns damit was sagen?” The blonde fairy asked the redhead, to which the redhead sighed. 

“Natürlich will sie das. Was eine dumme frage… Antike Feenköniginnen haben alle etwas gemeinsam, dass wir ihr noch nicht gegeben haben. Einen Moment…”

Another snap and the pressure underneath Thomas armpits became intense in an instant. Something was pushing out, becoming bigger, than longer until finally, she realized that it was another pair of limbs. Fingers comparably dainty to those of her main hands appeared, just on her secondary arms, which was the most alien feeling out of everything those fairies had done to her so far. 

She could move them freely, open and close her hands, do anything, which she found strangely awesome. In her quest to understand her new limbs, she found them naturally gravitating toward the most interesting places—namely, her breasts, which still hung freely. She had yet to fully come to terms with their bouncy existence. 

“Kein problem! Wird sofort erledigt!” The redhaird one suddenly declared, snapping her fingers once again. The blonde however, looked a bit concerned.

“Bist du dir sicher, dass sie sich wirklich einen größeren Vorbau wünscht…? Das schaut für mich eher aus nach…”

“Mach dir keine Sorgen darum! Ich hab alles im Griff!”

Thomas' chest flared up once again, pushing against her arms once again much to her dismay. Her two hands couldn't hold them back, neither could all four of them together. At a certain point, her bust size had exceeded all limits, each becoming so big that she couldn't even cup a single one of her boobs with all four of her hands anymore, to which she suddenly became really grateful to the little leafy ornament that somehow held her boobs up.

That being said, she looked absolutely ridiculous. Thomas looked more like a fairy queen wet fantasy that she might had on a lonely night, rather than a courageous hero sent to help the fairies do something. All of that was just too overwhelming, so she just sighed: “Can we just make this all like it never happened? I don't want to be a fairy and neither do I want to be a chick. I had enough of these bounces and wings and hands and everything. Turn me back, please.”

Both of the fairy advisors listened intently, before the redhead spoke up, though she didn’t give Thomas much hope: “Weißt du, wenn sie unsere Königin sein soll, wäre es dann nicht eigentlich gut, wenn sie unsere Sprache spricht?” 

“Jetzt wo du es sagst…”

Then the redhead turned towards Thomas, bowed for a moment and spoke in an apologetic tone:“Ich weiß das du eigentlich alle acht Wünsche für dich haben solltest, aber Ich halte es für notwendig, dir mit deinem letzten Wunsch unsere Sprache gängig zu machen. Bitte verzeih mir meine Ungehörigkeit!”

And with that, she snapped her fingers one last time. But this time, nothing seemed to have changed, except for a slight tingle inside of Thoma’s brain. And then the girls spoke up again, surprising Thomas completely: “Hello? Do you understand us now?”

“Holy hell! That took forever!” Thomas replied, outraged and relieved that at last, he could finally understand what these morons were saying. “Now turn me back!”

“Turn you back? But you finally have the most beautiful and amazing body a Queen could ever dream of~” The redhead declared, proud of her work.

“Who said I wanted to be your queen?!?” Thomas retorted.

“Huh? But the legend says that whoever gets summoned by the dark goddess will be the fairies hero and subsequent queen. And they shall bear the honorary name of Queen Titania.”

“I wanted to just be a Hero and have a few wishes! Like a harem of fairies or something!” She retorted, but the two advisors didn’t let up.

“You can still have that! We have many suitors who would die to become part of your harem Queen Titania!”

“WHAT! I don’t want suitors! I want powers and fights and all that!” At this point it was a loosing battle.

“Don’t worry, you as the hero and Queen Titania are the single most powerful fairy in existence! I am sure you can bring our race to glory! Let us show you!”

That's when the redhead packed Titania’s left arms and the blonde fairy packed her right arms, and both started dragging her away towards the palast in true fantasy style. 

“But I don't want any of thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis!!!”

“Trust us, you are going to love it!”

And that's the tale of how a new hero and Queen of fairies was born. A tale of a massive scam, tons of misunderstanding and the biggest chest in fairy history. 

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It would be great if the fairies actually understood what you were wishing for…