Enchantment Undone

"ZOUNDS!", shrieked Aurora loud enough to startle the goblins and Termagant, "The Blessing of my breast plate! Your wicked cozening! No, NO! DAMN YOU! YOU'VE UNDONE IT! YOU'VE RUINED IT ALL! YOU RUINED MEEEEEEE!!"

The greedy goblins had grabbed more than just her breast plate, which had been unimportant except that it held her precious green stone. It was THE emerald of the breast plate of the high priests of the Temple of Jerusalem.

It had given her certain... powers.

And without that breastplate, or rather, stone, those powers were being revoked.

It was agony, to feel her muscles dissolve to mush and then shrivel away, and in her screeches the goblins saw fear and awe and leapt back to stare in wonder.

The screams were not of pain, though she had lost her strong constitution and would now cry for stubbing her toe, they were of humiliation.

Her bountiful breasts, the envy of the land were being sucked away liked juiced fruit, leaving her chest flat under an unmarred sheet of linen.

In her semi-paralysis she got her arms to her chest and wept bitterly.

Her long, lean legs retracted and grew stubby.

Her feet gained several sizes and became ungainly and gawky.

Her abdomen, long from the chiseled six pack that existed only in memory and her molded armor, now acquired a noticeable paunch.