Before he can decide, he is interrupted

A knock at the door breaks John’s train of thought. It’s Damiana and she’s changed significantly now seeming to tower over him at his lofty old height of 5’11”, she saw him shrink and has come to check up on him.

Startled from his reverie by the sudden noise, John quickly stuffs the note into his pocket, unsure what to do with this new knowledge for now. “Just a minute!” he calls out making his way to the small door at the front of the house.

Sliding the bolt aside, John swings open the door to be confronted with a pair of probably the nicest breasts he’s seen (except for those of the Goddess his almost blasphemous mind corrects him). Examining the tight red velvet dress clinging onto them his vision follows the plunging neckline which leaves little to the imagination as he becomes lost in the deep cleavage on display. He ponders how these two pale milky orbs sit so high and round on this woman’s chest, with barely a hint of a droop to them. John’s gaze continues to wander down to the soft gold sash at her waist, where he drinks in the subtle hint of a firm set of abdominals beneath the sheet fabric. He can’t help but notice how wonderfully perfect the narrow waist is. John’s examinations downwards is about to continue when a light cough startles him out of his trance.

“Ahem” comes the soft but familiar voice of Damiana, “my eyes are up here thank you very much”. While the voice was unmistakably hers, the face takes a moment for John to make the connection. Before, the raven-haired beauty in front of him had been average if not a little on the plain side, and while certainly a decent enough looking woman by his small-town standards, certainly not what he would have called ‘hot’. This is no longer true, with the Damiana standing before him having full, deep ruby red lips, a small and slightly upturned nose, wide eyes with rich hazel irises. Her face had not a single blemish, smooth pale skin unmarked by wrinkles, and framed by a thick mane of luscious shiny black hair, that only seemed to make her seem even more radiant as the sunlight reflecting through it threw off hints of blue highlights.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise, yo-yo-you’re…” he starts to blurt out but is silenced as she sets her hand gently on his shoulder.

“I know right!” she squeals out excitedly, “can you believe the Goddess has bestowed such a boon upon me?” As she says this, she carefully ducks her head beneath the door frame to enter the house, “and just look at this wonderful dress!”. And look he did, as she passed by, John couldn’t help but notice that her backside has been as wonderfully blessed as the rest of her. The dress clinging tightly to a smooth and shapely butt, jiggling lightly with each step she takes, suggestive of a layer of soft fat atop a firm and powerful core beneath. He can also finally see more of her legs now, with long round thighs giving way to powerful and smooth calves clad in exquisite soft brown leather sandals which extend all the way down to the smoothest and fairest feet he has seen, effortlessly supporting her graceful and elegant movements. John momentarily imagines what it must feel like to be the sole of those sandals, squished underneath those divine soles and drinking in the scent of her sweet sweat.

As Damiana seats herself at the table, John realises he’s been gawking at her like a teenager just discovering a big town brothel. Quickly closing the door and locking it behind him once more, he makes his way over to her in a stunned silence. A moment of tension seems to almost hang in the air, thoughts racing, is she angry at him? Is she here for another reason? What happened anyway? Do all women now look like this, or only a blessed few? Is it contained to the town? The kingdom? What does the queen look like now? Oh what a lucky man the king must be if the queen has been blessed like Damiana he thinks.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, but is really only a few seconds, Damiana speaks, a broad smile on her face, “it’s ok”, wait a second, was she blushing?!? “it took me a few minutes to stop looking at myself and make my way over here.” John’s heart flutters, he were the first thing she thought of after transforming into this paragon of beauty. “I know you must be wondering why I’ve come here and well… I wanted to figure out what’s happened… together” and as she says this last word, she reaches out and places a hand in his.