It starts off ok, but...

Xalandra chants the magic words as she uses what little mana she has:

Magic spirits, I've screwed the pooch.
Gimme some clothes to cover my cooch!

Sparks shoot from the elf's hands as she closes her eyes and focuses on her new duds.

It's going to be something classy, but sexy. Xalandra thinks as she pictures a sexy, slinky dress that will cling to her svelte body. Unfortunately, there are few problems with her plan: she doesn't have enough mana to make the dress she's thinking of, and she forgot to adjust its size for her new *ahem* fuller frame.

It also probably didn't help that she sneezed while conjuring it, causing her to lose her concentration and terminate the spell prematurely.

Xalandra looks down her body at the illusionary clothes she's created and whimpers in shame and frustration. All she managed to make was just some undersized underwear that covers up practically nothing and emphasizes her now overflowing body.

"Sh-shit!" Xalandra blurts out as she squirms and shakes, rubbing her thunderous thighs together. "Th-they can see everything!" She whimpers even as the thought sends a naughty little tingle through her fruitful form.

Instead of a svelte, thin, ageless elven goddess wearing a shimmering dress, in her place is a chubby, milfy elf in a lime green G-string with her ample, overgrown bush sticking out on all sides, and a tiny yellow bra that doesn't even fully cover her nipples.

"Uuuugggghhhh," Belinda groans.

Xalandra freezes in fear as the queen starts to stir.