Lady Gwen observing the magic user to determine what kind of person she might be. After making a decision she hurriedly demanded, “You must reverse this at once. I am of no use to anyone like this.”
Theresa rushed about the grabbing and seizing various items mumbling to herself that she would get it right this time. She called out to Garrett, “It will be only a moment. You will see I will fix you up just right. Thanks for giving me a chance to redeem myself.”
“We all make mistakes. Please take care to do it right this time.” Gwen said apprehensively wondering if she was compounding her error trusting this mage with her poor reputation. Still, the mage seemed genuinely concerned about Gwen's predicament.
Theresa said, “Okay, I think I am ready. Can you hold still for a minute?” Gwen closed her eyes breathing nervously as she waited.
Theresa began chanting an invocation. Albert looked on queasy at the prospect of this going wrong as the energy passed through Gwen into him.
“You messed it up again. I am, I need some cock in me. This is worse than before. You need to stop it,” Garrett’s pants grew heavy as her horniness overwhelmed her reason. Gigantic breasts blasted forth from her chest. A sucking noise could be heard as Garrett rapidly lost her penis along with any traces of masculinity.
“Oh, dear I have made a mess of it again. It really isn’t my fault I am cursed. I should never of taken on this task,” Theresa spoke through her heaving sobs. “I fear that you are worse than when you arrived. I managed to channel some of the energy while transmuting it into Albert. It was the best I could do for you. I will go with you to aid in finding a remedy for yourself and perhaps my own.”
Albert’s body matured under the magic. His now well defined bulky muscles flexed as he sat up rubbing his head. He asked in his deepened, “Did it work? I knew we shouldn’t of used her. You are more feminine than before. I wouldn’t of believed that possible.” He eyed Garrett’s extra buxomy form. His manhood extended in appreciation despite himself. He quickly covered himself turning away embarrassed.
“Mmm no need to hide that from me. Gwen knows how to relieve that muscle. Let me massage it for you.” Licking her lips Gwen lowered herself uncaring about her time as Sir Garrett. Her watering mouth at the thought of Albert’s swollen cock inside her. Theresa shoved her to the ground. Gwen regained her senses saying, “I am sorry the urges are so hard to resist now. Theresa do you have any clothes I could wear?”
“I own nothing that would fit you but I can whip something up,” Theresa spoke as she worked up a spell. Before any of them could yell no. A pile clothes appeared before her. Gwen hurriedly put them on. Albert grabbed some of Garrett’s old clothes for himself. Gwen’s new clothes left little to the imagination. Basically a bra and panties with thin transparent hanging from them. She smiled at her slutty appearance in a mirror. Theresa shrugged sheepishly to Albert who looked questioningly at her.
Albert worried about how much of Sir Garrett remained in this tart. He might be better off leaving the pair of them to seek aid. It would sit ill with him leaving Garrett now Gwen behind. He feared her advances to him and any others she might meet. Theresa the blight created more trouble than she cured. But if she truly was cursed it was his duty to help her. She did seem to mean well. Albert pondered what to do next.
