Valenting Find! (Valentina TF) (Patreon)

Titta sighed as she wandered through the woods with the herbs she had gathered. 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 the same. 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 bellowed. She hoped 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.

Titta grumbled as she walked. As much as she wanted to find the others as fast as she could, it would be a bad idea to try and call for help again in enemy territory. Her mind went to the various girls around Tigre and a heavy frown formed 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 the various Vanadis 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. Something being crumbled broke her ire and she looked down to see that she had crushed the herbs 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, Titta's worry about the girls and her lord lit a fire in her soul. 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. Again.

“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 there would be enough for everyone if a sudden illness came over them. So long as there was enough for Lord Tigre then she would say that she had accomplished her mission.

She had to be able to help and had to go further than anyone else. It was the only she could compete with them admittedly, and it galled her to admit it. 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 at the thought of the other girls and what their bodies were like. Practically all of them were far more curvaceous than she was. With full round breasts, wider hips, and bigger butts, it was as if she was being taunted every time they entered a room.

Oh, she could recall all of the attempts that the girls had done to get closer to him. The accidents allowed him to grope and see their bodies. The shamelessness that some of them had. It all brought to mind, Tigre's reactions and how flustered he would get.

“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 than 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 she knew what exactly he liked.

Titta blinked when she saw something shining in the bushes. Curiosity got the better of her, and moved past the bushes, being mindful of where she was stepping so she didn’t run the risk of losing the herbs 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 too far behind but then relaxed. Recent information from trusted informants told them that Valentina had died recently 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 for 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 were still around.

“Still why is this thing out here of all places?” Titta wondered. There was no way that whoever killed Valentina would just leave her weapon out here. Everyone knew how valuable having a Viralt 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 to say what happened.

“Could whoever have killed Valentina have tried to move it, but something happened?” Titta pondered. If it was true, then that 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 on the other side. Demons or one of the other nations seemed like a possible culprit, but there wasn't enough info to say for sure.

“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 even if she couldn't use its full potential until she reunited with the others. She wondered if they would be able to get any use of this. A Viralt, would go a long way and could be a great help to them if they could find its user.

Titta hesitantly picked the sacred weapon 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 as it was covered in a dark purple aura, making Titta yelp as she dropped it. The aura surrounding 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 the Viralt's powers. It pained her to admit but she wished that one of the Vanadis were here. At least then, she would know if it was something to be worried about.

“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 be. 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. 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.

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 until she was 20 years old. Her figure became slightly more developed, her breasts growing a little larger, and her thighs thickening slightly. It was only a little bit, but the difference was easy for her to notice, primarily due to the strain on her body.

“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 uniform didn’t feel as comfortable as it did seconds ago. She frowned when she saw that her stockings were a little lower and her skirt a little higher than it should have been.

“What the heck,” Titta muttered, a pit of fear entering her gut that made her innards twist.

Again she felt off, and she studied her body, trying to find the source of it. Nothing was clinging to her, like a body of water, a clump of dirt, or anything else that would have been the cause for her current uncomfortable situation. Her clothes still maintained the same pristine appearance that she tried to maintain.

Sharp Pain went through her feet and she looked down, wondering if a rock 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, Titta considered just taking off her shoes and running in a direction, any direction in the hope that she would find the others, but hesitated as possibilities came forward. If there were any animals or sharp rocks in the grass then they might injure her feet and then she would be even worse off than she already was. It was sadly 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 could hardly do so with how little room there was. She took a few tenuous steps as if a viper would suddenly lunge out of the grass and bite her feet. 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. Her heels dug into her feet as if someone had tied an old rough rope to her feet as tightly and as harshly as they could. She knew that they would leave marks on her skin, but still, she preserved them despite how much she wanted to tear them off.

“Moment I get back to camp, I’m taking these off,” Titta grumbled and then winced. She just hoped that blood would still be circulating to her feet by the time 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, and her lower legs felt 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.

Titta 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 her thighs swelled. Her stockings slid further down her body as her thighs ballooned, almost as if someone was rolling them down. 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, her fingers groping of their own will.

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 in to her base nature. She whimpered and mewled, struggling to restrain herself.

“No, I have to…have to,” Titta told herself but was unable to finish her thought. She could feel a sultry moan, desperate to come out, but she kept her mouth shut.

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. She froze when she saw large soft pillowy 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 together out in the woods, with him resting his head 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, and him doing the same. Then the two of them going somewhere more private, like his quarters.

Maybe she could keep the curves, at least for a little while. Just so Tigre could admire her for a little bit and if he happened to grope 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 find the others.

If she was going to figure out what was wrong then she had to keep a clear head. Everything was fine for her until she had gotten lost. Then she 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. Were it not for its design, she would have said that it laid there almost innocently. All of her problems only started when she found that blasted scythe. If that wasn’t the reason why she was going through these changes then she would happily eat her shoes.

“Is…that thing causing it?” Titta growled 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 heavily through her nose as another erotic burst went through her. She tried to gain some control over her hands again, but no matter how hard she tried, the tingling pleasing heat made it impossible for her to do so.

Her long clean nails that she had painstakingly maintained so that she would have a better chance of comparing to the girls grew longer. They still maintained their naturally womanly appearance though now they seemed slightly longer than 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 altered, adjusting 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 as 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 muscle, making them look well-defined and toned as if she had regularly trained. She 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 than 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. Again, Titta was surprised by how light it felt, now though with her stronger muscles it felt weightless to her, but that did nothing to help her relax. Being able to hold it with such ease only made her unease multiply.

“These changes better not be permanent, or else I’m turning you into scrap,” Titta threatened. She didn’t know how she would do it, but she would do whatever it took to make sure that this weapon got destroyed if they were. No matter how boring her original body might seem in comparison, she wouldn’t change it no matter what. Even if it would help her get one over the other girls.

Titta gasped as if another corset had suddenly been roughly wrapped around her waist and the straps of it were being pulled as tightly as possible. She struggled to breathe and forced herself to breathe in and out, but couldn't fill her lungs as much as she normally would. She hugged herself, bracing herself for what would happen next.

Titta groaned and held her stomach as her stomach waist got smaller. 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 stronger than it should have been. With heavy reluctance and she continued to prod her core, and her fingers went in a little less every time.

“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 clothes and 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,” Titta said, hoping it would stop, and thankfully it seemed to reach whatever power was causing it.

The change to Titta's body ceased when she was left with a far more slender waist that would have gained everyone’s attention. Her new mid-section added a greater defined flare to her hips and upper body, even if her hips 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, but this wasn't how she wanted to do so.

A rumble came from Titta's 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 snapping noises as they did, small little buds of irritation appearing every time.

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 for. 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 hindquarters. She gulped, easily envisioning the sight of her panties snapping off her due to the strain of trying to hold her curvier thighs. Thankfully her hips finished widening and she had wide striking hips that someone would be able to rest their hand on with ease.

“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 cold 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 its pigtail appearance broke under the strains as the volume of her hair increased. Her hair gently draped against her back, making her shudder as if spiders were crawling all over her body. Her hair finished growing when it became a long dark blue that went down to her butt, and now had hime-style to it.

Titta stared at her new hair in shock unable to fully comprehend it. There was something reminiscent of it, that she knew she had seen before. Yet she couldn’t.

“Even my hair too?” Titta cried.

Titta closed her eyes and shook her head as her eyes burned as if she had gotten soapy water in them. She tried to force them open but the burning sensation from them multiplied, which made it near impossible for her as the iris in her eye changed. 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 a dark amethyst.

As Tita tried to recover, the rest of her face altered. Her cute nose sharpened, her cheekbones rose and her jaw softened even further. A strong sensual maturity appeared there that made her look older than she was. In seconds, there was nothing left of her original cute looks, which had been replaced with those fitting for a saucy mature woman.

Titta trembled as she ran her hands over her cheeks and paled at the softer and foreign features. Trepidation filled her body as she brought one hand down her altered nose and rested it on her larger plump lips. She sucked on her lips and immediately stopped, her new puckers letting out a wet popping noise. Her anxiety renewed as she quickly brought her hands all across her face desperately trying to understand what it was like now.

The mental canvas Titta had of what her face had become was rudely destroyed as her underwear rode further up her backside due to her swelling rear. She breathed heavily through her nose and tried to adjust her panties, 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 weight of her bulbous cheeks acted as a counterbalance, by forcing her to stand up with her back straight.

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

Titta groaned as she could feel her clothes stress against her body, specifically around her chest. Her breathing picked up as she panted in and out, her breathing becoming more ragged with every exhale. She panted and grasped her small bust, wondering how big they would get.

Her nipples perked underneath her blouse and immediately after her small boobs rapidly swelled in size, straining her shirt. Small pale cleavage poked through her uniform’s collar as and became more apparent with every centimeter added. 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 her unrestrained boobs. 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. A hole formed in her dress and continued to tear down the center as her bust continued to grow. She dropped the broken remains of her bra, and her torn shirt was pushed out further. Her bust finally finished growing when they stood out like two large boulders.

Titta stared at her new large bust, unable to fully comprehend it. Her shirt visibly dug into her shirt, the cotton lines, looking like they were seconds away from snapping as her boobs slowly rippled from her breathing.

New memories filled her head, which made her head throb as if someone was knocking on her head. Some of them were events that she had been a part o before, but now it was as if she was looking at them from a different angle, while others were completely different. The memories immediately became easier to handle as they filled her noggin. What stood out was a new name, one that she was familiar with, became the forefront of her mind, and feel a sense of self.

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

The last of the memories came forward with Valentina losing a fight and getting struck from behind. She had escaped them, but couldn't stop the bleeding from her wounds. She cast one last spell on her weapon, hoping that it would be found by someone, and then nothing.

“So that’s how it happened,” Titta muttered.

Before Valentina died, she had placed a curse on her weapon so that it would hold her soul until a suitable host found it. Once it did then it would merge their souls, with the caster’s being the one that came out on top to subsume 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, and seeing herself now as Valentina, 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 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 as she cast a spell.

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. Her ill-fitting shoes she wore warped and loosened around her feet until they were a pair of bright red heels with a strap on them. She wiggled her toes and smiled at the freedom she had. The lower half of her clothes became a thin almost transparent veil. Her clothes finished changing into a white dress that exposed much of her cleavage and a matching scarf. With a wave of her hand, Valentina conjured various roses, a white one in her hair, a purple rose on her waist and red roses with two forming on her scarf and others on her shoes.

Valentina smiled at how crisp and clean she looked. Her breasts were loose enough that there was only a slight jiggle and were comfortably held by the silky fabric of her dress, despite how it looked like she was one strong jump away from having everything exposed. She 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. With her new abilities, she would be able to find the others with ease.

Though first, she would need to find the herbs that she had picked up earlier. When she had found enough for her and Tigre then she would head back. If the others couldn't find enough then that was on them for not doing their due diligence. The only one that mattered to her was Lord Tigre and she would do everything she could to make sure he understood that.