The new and improved Kess.

Enough energy crackled through the small room to no doubt alert every mage in the city, but Tiras kept steadfastly chanting the old, arcane words to power the spell to help his friend, while simultaneously weaving a series of complex gestures in the air to make sure that all of his power would be properly directed towards Kess. And he did all of this while trying to conjure an image of how she used to look within his mind’s eye.

When he had finally gathered the power he think he needed to give Kess her leg back, and restore her body to its former state…he released it. But seeing as it had been a while since he had used his power to cure a serious wound, or regrow a limb, Tiras was unprepared for the sudden fatigue that hit him. And as his magic reshaped Kess’ body, he passed out…

“…ras…Tiras! Hey Tiras! Can I open my eyes yet?” Kess’ voice brought Tiras back to consciousness. And with a shake of his head, he quickly jumped to his feet to see if his spell had worked.

First he ran his eyes over her legs…Legs! His spell had succeeded in giving the blonde warrior woman her leg back, and both of her legs looked a lot healthier than they had before he had conjured his spell. They were long, sleek and as discreetly muscled as they had been back when Tiras had met Kess in the war. That, combined with a healthy tan, meant that she was ready to go into action.

But as Tiras opened his mouth, and turned his head to lock eyes with the warrior woman, he instead opted to shut his mouth and “examine” the blonde’s body a little further.

He slowly ran his eyes over her sleek legs before stopping to stare at her thick, plump thighs…and thanks to the fact that her body had changed, her tunic was now too short to cover the plump pussy hidden between her thighs. Tiras gulped audibly at the sight of her labia, and the small patch of gold blonde hair above it, and quickly tore his eyes away to instead look at her slim, wasp-like waist which flared out in such unbelievably broad hips that Tiras was a little disappointed at the fact that he couldn’t see Kess’ ass thanks to the way she was lying down.

Fortunately, her stomach managed to hold his attention. It looked just like it had years back in the war, where the blonde didn’t stop training even for a day. It was flat, and very trained. Ruthlessly stripped of excess fat to show her hard abdominal muscles. But when Tiras heard a loud ripping sound, his eyes quickly shot towards Kess’ chest…and became as big and round as saucers…

Kess’ tits had been big before…but apparently Tiras’ magic had exaggerated their size somewhat. With every breath the blonde took, some of her tunic’s seams began to rip…and Tiras could do nothing but stare in silent amazement as more and more juicy, tanned titflesh came into view. And when the two globes finally ripped the tunic apart, and flopped on the warrior woman’s chest, Tiras swallowed audibly and his pants suddenly felt uncomfortably tight.

“Enjoying the view, Tiras?” Kess asked, bemused.

Tiras’ quickly turned his head to face the blonde, and saw that her golden blonde hair looked thick and lustrous once again. But more importantly, her crystal blue eyes now looked clear and focused, and had a mischievous sparkle in them that Tiras remembered from his war days.

“Damn, would you look at these puppies...” Kess said with a huge grin as she sat up, holding her discreetly muscled arms underneath her chest and turning towards Tiras, who decided to do as the lady asked him.

Once again he had to gulp at the sheer size of the two massive globes. Alazne’s breasts were big, huge even! But each of Kess’ breasts looked about the size of a prize-winning pumpkin, and despite their size there wasn’t the slightest hint of sag. With a grin on his face Tiras briefly wondered if his spell had strengthened her spine as well, otherwise the blonde might get some serious back problems…

“So, uh, what about your leg?” Tiras eventually said, after loudly clearing his throat and trying to avert his eyes from the mountainous, perfectly round globes that were capped with dark, suckable nipples.

This seemed to be the first time Kess noticed that her leg had recovered, and she gave an experimental poke at it. When the limb didn’t disappear, she began running her hands over it, and couldn’t stop smiling as she did. Now convinced that her leg had really returned she got out of bed, took an experimental step, and crushed Tiras in a hug. As for Tiras? He soon felt Kess' hand on the back his head, and promptly had his face disappear between the warrior woman’s massive, soft melons.

When she finally pushed him away, and Tiras took a deep breath of sweet, sweet air, he was surprised to see her heading for the door. “What are you doing, Kess?” he asked in surprise as the blonde put her hand on the handle.

“Don’t think I’m not grateful, Tiras,” Kess said in response. “But whatever spell you used to give me my leg back…and some other benefits, has surely been noticed by every half-competent sorcerer and sorceresses in the city. And I don’t think they’ll believe anything I’ll have to say if they find me.”

“And you’re going out like that?” Tiras replied, ignoring the fact that mages might come after him and Kess.

“Oh right, shoes.” Kess muttered, and she quickly walked back to her bed and dropped to her hands and knees.

And while the warrior woman was looking for some footwear, Tiras was abruptly distracted by the blonde’s backside…

Like he had expected from her broad hips, her ass was massive! Almost as big as her breasts…maybe bigger. The halves of her rump looked like a pair of boulders that had become smooth thanks to years of lying in a river, and resembled the shape of a heart. But unlike a boulder, her juicy booty looked incredibly soft and jiggled softly with every movement Kess made. Tiras was about run up to the blonde, sink his hands into her gloriously curvy buttocks and stuff his cock between the soft halves of her butt…until the sight of Alazne sitting in her uncle’s home came to him. Then he thought better of it.

“Finally,” Kess sighed as she rose to her feet with a pair of brown boots lined with white fur. “You never really have to keep track of more than one boot when you only have one leg. So finding a matching one was a bit of a bitch…” the blonde muttered casually as she put both of the boots on.

“Wait, that’s it?” Tiras asked as he looked Kess up and down.

“What do you mean?” she replied, while approaching the door again.

“I mean, aren’t you going to wear anything else?”

Kess looked at her boots, which came a little past her knees, and then back at Tiras with a grin. “Hey, if you got it. You flaunt it,” she said. “Besides, thanks to the way your spell sexed me up, I doubt any of my old clothes fit me.”

“…good point,” Tiras admitted. “But don’t you need to bring anything else? Like your axe or your armour?”

“Sorry, but I pawned those for booze a long time ago,” Kess admitted with an angry scowl. “I got nothing to bring with me…Hell, I don’t even know where I want to go. I can’t live here anymore in case those robe wearing freaks start sniffing around.”

“Hey, I didn’t return your leg for nothing,” was Tiras’ response. “Like I said before, I have a proposition for you.”

“Which is?”

Tiras told her about his idea of starting an adventuring party, and Kess responded with a fond grin. “I’m sure that you can even stay over at our place until you have the money to find somewhere else to stay,” Tiras said after he finished talking. “It’s not much, but it’s something.”

“Our?” was Kess only response as she looked at him with an impish grin and a cocked eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’m kinda living with someone…I guess.”

“Ooooeh…Tiras got a girlfriend!” Kess said teasingly.

“Shut up…” he grumbled, before opening the door and leading the way…

“Sure looks like I gained a lot of fans, huh?” Kess mused as she and Tiras passed men and women on the street that didn’t try to hide the fact that they were staring at her.

“Well, you are naked.” Tiras said drily.

It had started as soon as they opened the door of Kess’ apartment. The old man snoozing in front of her door had sleepily opened one eye, before rapidly sitting up and moving out of the way as he saw the statuesque, and extremely curvy, form of Kess walking up to him. By the time they closed the door, and walked away he was gasping for air after seeing the blonde’s huge, curvy rump swaying back and forth.

And things hadn’t stopped there. As they moved through the Artisan’s Quarters several sculptors, painters and other artists were yelling at the common folk as they walked straight into their stands, knocking over valuable vases and ruining other works of art. But Kess seemed to enjoy all the attention, and every time a man or woman bumped into someone, or something, her smile seemed to broaden.

She had also noticed the bulge in Tiras’ pants, not that it was hard to miss, and often discreetly bumped into him or whispered naughty words in his ears. But he continued to ignore her flirting, instead thinking of Alazne. This, of course, didn’t exactly soften his raging erection. Instead his thoughts of the short but curvy brunette only made his pants feel tighter, and as he thought back at the sexual escapades he and she had experienced through the day his trousers suddenly…ripped.

Luckily they had just entered the Kettle, or Tiras and Kess might’ve gotten into some trouble with the city guards…though somehow he didn’t think that reporting the nude Kess to them had crossed the minds of any of the citizens they had passed.

Unfortunately his massively erect monster of a cock, combined with the beautiful, completely nude Kess walking next to him, didn’t make the travel through the Kettle easy. Many visitors to the Kettle chose to ignore every prostitute completely and instead tried to persuade Kess or Tiras, or Kess and Tiras, to have a good time with them…and many of the prostitutes had the same idea.

Somehow they both managed to escape the people that crowded around them by rounding a corner, and diving into an alleyway.

“Damn I’m hot!” Kess said jokingly.

“Yeah…” was Tiras’ only response as he watched the blonde’s massive chest sway slightly.

But before he could do anything rash, like say…push Kess up against the wall, wrap his lips around one of her small, brown nipples and nibble on them as he hammered away at her plump pussy, he saw the house of Alazne’s uncle. He had dove into the alleyway to escape the mob of horny Kettle-goers, and found the house by sheer luck.

With a grin he clasped his hand around Kess’ wrist and pulled her out of the alleyway, and towards the house…