As the pendants left their necks, they felt very different. First, the electrical feeling of magic coursing through their bodies, something they had been used to since it started to manifest at puberty, was gone, leaving a sudden emptiness—they felt weak. Is this what those without magic felt like? (Patreon)

But spectators on the ground couldn’t feel that; instead, they noticed something else. In the place of the two svelte vixens they had been looking at were a pair of plump, cornfed women in clothes that seemed too tight for them. They had the same features as the attractive sorceresses, but their bodies were thick, heavyset. While there was perhaps nothing out of the ordinary about this, it was shocking to the Foxgloves, who had built a terrifying and mysterious reputation as two slender and beautiful tyrants looking like pudgy milkmaids. The change was so severe, even their own troops couldn’t help but laugh with surprise.