[Draft] Valentining Find! (Valentina TF) (Patreon)

Titta sighed as she wandered through the woods with the herbs that she had gathered in hand. She tried to see if she could find anything that told her that she was going in the right direction, but all of it looked. There was no signs that there forces had traveled in one direction or the other. She had been so focused on trying to find herbs for Tigre and the others that she wound up getting lost in the woods.

Her mind scrambled wondering what she should do as her frustration boiled. Titta looked around the forest, trying to find out if there was something suspicious hiding in there. With anxious hope, Titta filled her lungs as much as she could.

“Hey are you guys close!” Titta yelled. She hoped that she would hear something from the others, but she frowned at the lack of response. She looked around, making sure that there wouldn’t be anything lurking in the shadows. To her relief, there wasn’t any sign that there might be something in there waiting to pounce on her. With all that had happened in their lives in such a short amount of time it would be no surprise if something else were to happen.

Titta grumbled as she walked again. As much as she wanted to find the others as fast as she could. It would be horrible if she wound up getting captured by enemy forces or some demons. Her mind went to the girls and a heavy frown came to her face at what they might be doing now.

“None of them better be trying anything with Lord Tigre while I’m gone,” Titta muttered.

She could already imagine some of the other girls that clung to her lord like barnacles. The thought alone of some of them trying to seduce him, showing off their nude, curvy bodies made her frustration grow. The crumpling of the roots brought her out of her ire and looked down to see that she had crushed some of them in her hand. She blushed and quickly eased her grip. It wouldn’t do if she ruined the herbs because her anger had gotten the better of her.

Still, her worry about the girls made her heart quicken and her face darken. She marched faster through the woods, hoping that she would be able to find them, before some of the other girls tried to seduce her lord.

“The only one who should have any right to do so is me!” Titta muttered. She was sure that with the herbs that she had gathered everyone would be enough for everyone, and that they wouldn’t need to get more. So long as there was enough for Lord Tigre then she would say that she had accomplished her mission.

There had to be a way that she would be able to help give her an edge over the rest of the girls. The thought of all the other girls who surrounded her lords made her blood boil as she imagined their bodies. She looked down at her body and grimaced as the thought of the other girls and what their bodies were like. Practically all of them were far more curvaceous then she was. With full round breasts, wider hips, and bigger butts

Oh she could recall all of the attempts that the girls had done to get closer to him. The accidents that allowed him to grope and see their bodies. The shamelessness that some of them had. It only served

“Lord Tigre is too good for this world,” Titta muttered. She knew that he hasn't particular about a girl’s body, caring more about their personality then how they looked.

Still it would have helped her immensely if he was only interested in girls like her rather than the boob monsters that now stayed around them. Maybe it would have helped the two of them get together a long time ago if he knew what exactly he liked.

She blinked when she saw light was getting reflected off something. Curiosity got the better of her, and she stepped closer to it, wondering what it was. She moved past the bushes, being mindful of where she was stepping so she didn’t run the risk of losing the orbs she had gathered or her clothes tearing. She gasped when a large black and crimson scythe had a long, curved blade and recognized that it was Valentina’s Viralt, Ezendeis.

“No way,” Titta muttered. She placed the herbs that she had gathered down and rubbed her eyes. She opened them again, expecting the magical weapon to be gone, but to her shock.

She tried to think why such a weapon like this would be out here, knowing that its user couldn’t be to far behind but then relaxed. She had heard that Valentina had died due to a surprise attack from some demons.

“Good thing for all of us,” Titta muttered venomously. That woman had tried to get with, and seduce her Lord, and all of the tragedies and problems she had caused made her death a good one to her. She looked the weapon over, wondering if there were any demons nearby. Considering that she had died and all they knew was that demons were related to it, it's possible that the demon, or demons were still around.

“Still why is this thing out here of all places?” Titta wondered. There was no way that they would just leave it out here for someone to find. Everyone under the sun knew how valuable having a weapon like this was. Any of the kingdoms would have tried to find a user that would be able to use it to act as a deterrent. Titta looked around again, trying to see if there was something else off about the area. There wasn’t any sign of a struggle like blood or something on the ground to say that it was recent.

“Could they have tried to move it and then something happened?” Titta pondered. It was another explanation, even if it wasn’t the best one. It brought up another question to her, such as who were the two fighting. If the rumors of it being true were then that left the question of who was the other side.

The only possible reason why, was because of a horde of animals and someone must have thought that they would be able to get it later.

“Lord Tigre and the others would be surprised to see this,” Titta muttered, knowing that they would be just as shocked as her if not more so at the sight of the weapon.

It would be good to have a weapon like this on hand so that she could protect herself until she reunited with the others. She wondered if they would be able to get any use of this. While none of them liked her, a Viralt, would go a long way and could be a great help to them. At the very least they might be able to get some money for it.

Titta picked it up and was surprised by the lightness of the weapon. Sure it was a little clunky, but despite that she could swing it with little issue. It was almost as if it was a large stick that hadn’t had any of the other branches on it cut off.

The weapon shined for a moment and Titta yelped as she dropped it to the ground. The shine of the weapon immediately diminished. Titta held her hand over her chest, breathing a little heavier, her eyes focused solely on the weapon.

“Are they supposed to do that?” Titta wondered fearfully. The only time she could recall any magical weapon acting like that was when the user was going to use their magical power. It pained her to admit but she wished that one of the Vanadis were here. This way at least she would be able to know if it was something special or if she had to be worried about it.

“Can I…Can I use it?” Titta pondered. It was a shot in the dark, but one that she hoped was true.

If she could, then she would be of greater help to Lord Tigre. The thought of them training together put a smile on her face as she imagined how close they would. Tigre might not have any experience with using a scythe, but knowing him he would provide help however he could. There was no doubt in her mind that it would be nice, especially if some of the girls got jealous.

A cold shudder came over her again, making her drop the herbs she held. She shook her head and forced a strong front. She hesitantly picked it up, wondering if the weapon would gain the same shine that it did a moment ago but unlike previously, the weapon didn’t react. It only had the same natural shine from how the light was shining down on it.

Titta looked around, wondering why she was so cold all of a sudden. The humid air did nothing to help her relax. It made her clothes stick to her body and she frowned.

“Why did it have to be so hot,” Titta groaned. Even with the trees covering her, she still couldn’t help but sweat. She wished that there was a stream of water that she could have followed. Maybe then it would lead to her a pond, lake, or something until she was able to find the others.

The young woman grew steadily older, growing taller. Her figure became more developed with her breasts gaining another cup size, her thighs thickening. It was only a little bit, but the difference was easy for her to see and feel, primarily due to how it made her clothes feel. .

“Why do my clothes feel a little smaller?” Titta questioned, even though she was the only person around. There was no way that sweat would be the only reason why her body felt like this. She noticed that her clothing didn’t feel like it covered as much as it did seconds ago.

She frowned when she saw that her stockings were a little lower and her skirt a little higher then it should have been.

“This…this isn’t normal,” Titta muttered, a pit of fear entering her gut that made her innards twist.

Again her body felt off, and she looked down at her body trying to find the source of it. There was nothing clinging to her, like a body of water or good. No clump of dirt, or anything that would have told her it might have been the cause for her current uncomfortable situation. Her clothes still maintained the same pristine appearance that she kept her attire.

Pain went through her feet and she looked down, wondering if some animal had gotten into her shoes. She tried to move her toes and was surprised to feel that she was having a harder time doing so.

“What?” Titta gaped. The soles of her shoes felt off and she winced. She wanted to say her shoes were getting smaller, but she sadly knew that it was the reverse. With a heavy heart she pulled off one of her heels and could immediately see a difference in her shoe size.

“What is happening to my body?” Titta questioned, her heart cold.

For a moment, she considered just taking off her shoes and running in a direction, any direction in the hope that she would find the others, but stopped as possibilities came forward. If there were snakes or sharp rocks in the grass then they might cause her feet to bleed and she would be even worse off then she already was. It was a risk that she just couldn't take at the moment.

Titta sighed as she forced her shoes back onto her feet. She tried to wiggle her toes, but it felt like they were shoved into a can of sardines with how little room there was. Pain flared in her feet with every step, the material which previously protected her feet from harm now felt like it was gnawing at her body. She moved her foot from side to side, frowning at how her feet felt like someone was holding them in a death grip.

She took a few tenuous steps as if a viper would suddenly lunge out of the grass and bite her feet. The hole that she slipped her food into dug into her legs as if they someone had tied them in rope to their legs as harshly as she could. They gnawed and roughly rubbed her feet and she knew that they would leave marks on her skin, still she preserved despite how much she wanted to tear them off.

“Moment I get back to camp, I’m taking these off,” Titta grumbed as she took a few steps forward, wincing slightly. She just hoped that blood would still be circulating to her feet by the time that she got there.

Titta breathed in and out, trying to calm her pounding heart so she could think straight, but her thoughts were broken as her body shuddered again, her lower legs fell off. She winced and could feel the fat and muscle in her leg shifting around as if someone was massaging them. It was almost comforting despite how scared she was in her current situation. She breathed harshly through her nose, unable to stop herself from dancing in place as if ants were crawling all over her body. She grew steadily taller as her legs lengthened, which did nothing at all to ease her terrified mind.

She pulled up her skirt to look at her lower legs and blinked. Her mind swirl in conflict. A part of her admired the new change to her lower legs. She was able to see a tone and strength to them that wasn’t there before, yet it looked off with how small and stringy her thighs looked in comparison. It was almost as if someone else’s lower legs had replaced hers with how starkly different they looked.

There was no moment of respite for her as she could feel her thighs swell. The stockings that she wore on her legs were pushed further down as her thighs ballooned. Titta squeezed her swelling thighs and shuddered as if she was standing out in a blizzard in the middle of a snowstorm. Her hands unconsciously squeezed them again.

Titta’s breath hitched and she forced her digits not to play with her growing thighs. She whimpered, her hands ache and her crotch burned. She wasn’t even fully touching and exploring herself and yet it felt like she had been groped by Lord Tigre. The explosive arousal shooting through her thighs called to her like a siren song, demanding that she give into her base nature. She whimpered and meweled in place, struggling to hold herself back. Yet her stocking slowly trailed down her body, arousing her further, fueling her fantasies and made it harder to resist the sensual struggle.

“No, I have to…have to,” Titta told herself, unable to finish her thought. Her jaw struggled, going against her nature. She could feel a sultry moan, desperate to come out, but she kept her mouth shut. It was as if something had been shoved down her throat.

When the growth of her thighs finally stopped, Titta was finally able to stop herself from doing so. She breathed heavily in and out, focusing on how it filled her lungs, knowing that it would be the only way to do so. She moved her skirt further so that she could see her legs in their entirety.

Titta could only stare at the large soft pillowly thighs that would have given Ellen’s a run for their money. Now her legs would be able to rival the other ladies that surrounded lord Tigre with ease.

An image of her and Lord Tigre flashed in her mind. The two of them out in the woods, with him asleep, his head resting on her thighs. It made her smile despite the situation she was in. In her mind, she imagined the two of them out in the woods, having a picnic. The rest of the girls were nowhere to be seen. Her feeding him food from a picnic basket that she had put everything into making, and him doing the same. Then the two of them going somewhere more private, like his quarters or even further into the woods where nobody would be able to find them.

Maybe she could keep the curves at least for a little while. Just so Tigre could admire her for a little bit. If he happened to groped her during that time then it would be all the better for her. Titta breathed through her nose and forced those wishful perverse fantasies away. She could have them after she was safe and with her lord again. Until then she had to try and figure out how she was going to deal with this stupid thing.

If she was going to figure out what was wrong then she had to keep a clear head. Everything was fine for her for the most part, despite the fact she was lost. She had found the herbs without much issue. Though she had gotten lost afterward and kept wandering around. Nothing weird happened to her until she…

It all came together in Titta’s in a single moment. She slowly turned to Valentina’s former weapon. There still wasn’t any other shine from it, but she didn’t care. Were it not for the design of it, she would have said that it laid there almost innocently. All of her problems only started when she had found the scythe. If that wasn’t the reason why she was going through these changes now then she would happily eat her shoes.

“Is…this causing it?” Titta gulped as she glared at the weapon. She could see a dark purple aura surrounding the weapon that made her step back as if its former user had picked it up and was about to sever her head from her body.

Her hands convulsed and she breathed her nose. Her digits and moved of their own will as they did. She tried to gain some control over them again, but no matter how hard she tried, the tingling and heat that was caused by her transformation made it impossible for her to do so.

The nails that she had done her best to maintain so that she would have a better chance of comparing to the girls who admittedly had more womanly and developed frames then grew longer. They still maintained their naturally womanly appearance though now they seemed slightly longer then they did moments ago. The calluses that she had on her hands from years of hard work and various tasks grew and more numerous. Yet the delicateness that they had remained. Her palms conformed and altered to her altering form.

Thankfully Titta was able to gain some control of her hands much to her relief. She tentatively moved them, trying to see if there was anything different about doing so now. Thankfully there didn’t seem to be anything about doing so, aside from the length.

Her arms grew slightly longer sas if they were trying to keep up with her longer legs and new height. She bit her lips as she did. More muscle piled on them, yet still they maintained their slender form. Her biceps gained another layer of mass, just enough to make them look well defined and toned.

Tita rolled her shoulders as the knots in them passed. If anyone were to look at her arms now they would see a refined tone that would be fitting for a woman who had trained to protect herself.

Titta looked at the weapon. She wanted nothing more then to leave it here so that it could rust and be forgotten by all, yet she couldn’t. With great hesitation, she grabbed the weapon. It felt light in her hands due to her stronger muscles, but that did nothing to help her relax. Being able to hold it with such ease only made her nervous and angry.

“These changes better not be permanent, or else I’m turning you into scrap,” Titta threatened, as if the weapon could understand her. She didn’t know how hard it might be, but she would do whatever it took to make sure that this weapon got destroyed if it were.

No matter how boring it might seem in comparison, she wouldn’t change her body no matter what. Even if it would help her get the better over the other girls.

Titta suddenly gasped as if another corset had been roughly wrapped around her waist and the straps were being pulled as tightly as they could. She struggled to breath, but after a moment she recovered. Her breathing hitched and forced herself to breath in and out. She placed her hands on her body, bracing herself for this part.

Just as she expected, her waist trimmed and got smaller. She groaned and held her stomach. She pressed her hands into refining waist so she could feel every trace of her hair and how it altered. Her attire loosened. She pressed her hand on her stomach and to her shock, she could feel that it was harder than it should have been. She pressed her fingers into it and was surprised to feel that her stomach was harder than it had been.

“Oh what now!” Titta cried.

“Ok if it changes my limbs and now my stomach…is my whole body going to change?” Titta said quickly, her breathing picking up. She tried to imagine what her body might look like at the end of it. She pulled at her clothesand rubbed her waist, wondering how much further it would go. Every centimeter lost on her body made her wince and her trepidation rise.

“Please no more,” she said, hoping it would stop. The change to her body ceased when she was left with a far smaller slender waist that would have gained everyone’s attention.

Her new mid-section added a defined flare to her hips and upper body, even if her lower half have yet to change. The new curve that she had made her breasts look just a little larger than they did previously. Titta grimaced in disgust at her new core. It was certainly far more eye-catching and would help her get with lord Tigre.

A rumble came from her hips that forced her to roll them around. For a moment, her balance was thrown off as she stumbled from side to side. She quickly adjusted her legs so that she would remain standing as her hips continued to widen. They kept letting out small little ser

Her hips widened making her stumble. The skirt of her uniform was pushed further out, and she gulped as more of her legs were exposed. With every slight throb of pain she could feel her lower body expand in ways that she wasn’t prepared. It got harder for her to stand, her legs not used to the new difference in her upper body. Titta’s underwear dug into her bottom making her wince as if someone was roughly scratching her hind quarters. She gulped, easily envisioning the sight of her panties sapping off her due to the strain of trying to hold her curvier thighs.

“How much more of this will I have to go through!” Titta demanded, hoping that she would gain some response, no matter the form it took.

Suddenly, Titta felt as if someone had dunked her head in water as it altered next. She could feel it grow longer, the hair gaining a new vibrant shine that would have made people everywhere jealous. The scrunchies that kept her hair in their pigtail appearance broke under the strains as the volume of her hair increased. Her hair gently draped against her back and made her shudder as if spiders were crawling all over her body. Her hair finished changing into long dark navy blue hime-style hair.

Titta stared at her new hair in shock. She couldn’t believe that it was this color. There was something reminiscent of it that she tried to place where she had seen it before, but she couldn’t.

“Even my hair to?” Titta cried.

Titta closed her eyes and shook her head as everything felt weird for a moment. Her eyes burned as if she had gotten soapy water in them. She tried to force them open but difficulty of doing so made it near impossible for her, in truth the reason why was because her eyes were changing. The light dirty brown color of her eyes altered slightly, as small bits of purple entered them. The purple continued to expand and change her original eye color as if it was a storm. The unpleasant stinging abated when her eyes had become dark violet eyes.

As she panted, trying to recover from the sudden shock, her face altered. Her cute nose sharpened, her cheeks rose and her jaw softened even further. Her face softened further as the slight tan disappeared. A strong sensual maturity appeared there that made her look older than she was. The more saucy her face became, the more different her face looked. In seconds, there was nothing left of her original look

“What happened to my eyes?” Titta wondered. After everything that had happened she refused to believe that they hadn’t changed at all. She brought her hand over her cheeks and paled at the softer and forign features, knowing that her face changed.

The canvas in her mind of what her face had become was rudely destroyed as her underwear rode further up her backside due to her swelling rear. She breathed her nose and tried to adjust them, her delicate touches feeling like someone was roughly fondling her ass as if they were a wild starving beast. Her butt finished growing when it became a large impeccable rear with a seductive bounce. The sight of her bulbous cheeks acted as if they forced her to stand with her back straight, as if they were trying to

“Why did it get so big!” Titta demanded, staring at her engorged rear end. Even through the tight skirt that thinly veiled it, she could tell that her but was something that would make people go crazy.

Titta groaned as she could feel her clothes stress against her body, specifically around her chest. She panted and grasped her small bust, wondering how big they would get.

Her nipples perked underneath her blouse and she braced herself for the next part of the transformation. The small boobs that she had rapidly swelled in size, straining her shirt. Small pale cleavage became visible as her top was forced, her top straining against her body along with her top. Titta winced as her bra dug into her back, the clip feeling like a rough nail pressing into her body, the straps harshly rubbing against her skin. She reached her hand up to them and tried to undo them.

SNAP!

She whimpered as she almost tumbled forward and was forced to lean back and adjust her posture for the new weight and size of. Still a part of her welcomed the sudden freedom that came with it. She brought her hands up and frowned at the growing mass they had. It was almost as if she was holding two heavy sacks of flour. As she took off the broken remains of her bra, her bust finally finished growing when they stood out to two proud melons.

New memories filled her head, some of events that she had been part of before, but it was looking at them from a different angle with how they were now. It became easier to handle the more that her head was filled with the new memories. A new name, one that she was familiar with, became the forefront of her mind, and she couldn’t help but focus on.

“V-Valentina!” Titta cried. There was no animosity in her exclamation, just shock at finally realizing who had been inadvertently the cause of it.

The last of the memories came forward, this being the last. Valentina getting in a fight, getting attacked from behind. She had escaped them

She cast one last spell on her weapon, hoping that it would be found someone, and then nothing.

“So that’s how it happened,” Valentina muttered. Now she knew why she had transformed and why heer new memories.

Before Valentina had died, she had placed a curse on the weapon so that it would hold her soul until a suitable host found it. Once it did then it would merge their souls together, with the caster’s being the one that came out on top to subsum the unfortunate victims. It was an ingenious and ruthless method to ensure that her plans would be continued. However due to the rushed nature of the spell and Valentina’s body giving out, it didn’t work as intended. Instead what happened was their souls merging, becoming one being who had the spirit and memories of both of them.

Despite the mental changes, her adoration for Tigre was still strong in her mind. Their time as childhood friends were still intact as well, though some of the events were altered to compensate for her new personality.

Valentina looked at her ruined attire and giggled. If she had been in this state of dress with her mind the same before the transformation she would have been flustered and desperate to find. Now she couldn’t be bothered in the slightest. It wasn’t as if Tigre was here and she couldn’t try to seduce him. This was also a minor issue for her due to her new magical powers as well.

“Let’s fix these clothes and make them into something worthwhile,” Valentina muttered.

The ruined tattered remains of her clothes shifted around and she cooed sensually as they did. They broke apart in places and merged in others. The ill-fitting shoes she wore warped and loosened around her feet. She wiggled her toes and smiled at the freedom she had.

Her clothes finished changing into white dress with roses of three different colors that exposed much of her cleavage. The lower half of her clothes had become a thin almost transparent veil. Valentina's dress also consists of roses with: With a wave of her hand she conjured a white in her hair, a purple rose on her waist, and red roses that were located in various different locations on her body with two on her scarf and others on her shoes.

Valentina looked at her attire and smiled at how crisp and clean she looked. Her breasts were loose enough that the slight jiggle and comfortably held by the silky fabric of her dress, despite how it looked like she was one strong jump away from having everything exposed.

Valentina picked up the scythe and expertly swung it and held it in a resting position. It was good to see that despite having a new body, her skills were just as good as they have always been. She raised her hand and called upon her magical powers and was just as pleased

Though first she would need to find the herbs that she had picked. When she had found enough for her and Tigre then she would head back. If the others couldn't find the herbs that they needed then that was on them for not doing their due diligence. The only one that mattered was Lord Tigre.