An Uncommon Misspelling

The slender wizard Xalandra had just dripped some of the Queen's Royal Honey into a potion that went from red to bright purple and finally fizzed to a pink. The color change was not as impressive, however, as the tremendous explosion.

In an effort to grow her own assets she had decided to drain the Queen's accounts, so to speak. She could not make her new breasts out of thin air. Matter could only be transferred, after all. The spell she found in the crypt had been entombed with the most voluptuous of Queens of the generations passed. It was especially miraculous considering her own development had been quite slow, nearly magical, it seemed. And to top it off, she had some slutty courtesan who had been revealed as a complete bra stuffer and flat chested phony. She had been laughed out of her position and divorced. It was always assumed the woman had gone mad at the Queen's growing figure and had tried to expand her own fakery. Coincidentally, the greatest confidant and adviser of the Queen was her wizard.

This spell made things much clearer.

It had already let the tall wizard drain away one cup like a vampire, but she needed more. The spell was to transfer the subjects maturity from one to the other, which is what had necessitated the collection of the Queen's slick slime.

If anything, the spell proved too potent, for all the glass vials and flasks of the wizard were shattered, her books exploded into burning shreds and her furnishings were entirely splintered, including a wardrobe that held the charred remains of her cloaks.

She looked down at herself after the smoke and dust had cleared a bit. She herself was unharmed by an amulet of idiocy, though her clothes weren't and she was now left totally nude and bald, her white locks now a crispy black, falling away at her touch.

Xalandra trembled as she gripped her breasts.

"A solid C CUP! TOTALLY WORTH IT!", the bald beauty beamed in the rubble of her room.