Tests and Revelations

Ilya broke her trance feeling refreshed. Not only refreshed though, the wetness of her vagina was even more pronounced as she felt the familiar feeling of arousal coursing through her. As she put on her wizard robes, she noticed her nipples made a quite visible outline in them. If her breasts were small enough for her old brassiere, she might be able to avoid looks, but this was impossible with their current voluptuousness. Ilya did not recall exactly when she had felt this horny last. Even the way that her robes moved across her nipples seemed to bother her. She looked over at her roommate. Surely Temerity would not do this. Ilya would have noticed tiefling casting a blessing of arousal. No, this was likely a natural event.

Perhaps it was the stone? Ilya did not quite think that the stone was changing her mind, per se, but it was possible that she was feeling the thrill of ultimate power. She always got a little jolt of excitement whenever the party found spellbooks or she received a magic item. Was this arousal the excitement of an infinitely powerful magical item? Perhaps. She never really realized that it could be a sexual excitement. She took the stone out of her hiding spot. It was time for testing.

She wanted to test out innocuous wishes and see if the stone warped them like Lauren had claimed. Certainly her last wish had not gone to plan. She glared at her large bosom. It was at least four sizes larger than it should be. Two or three from the curse that hit her, and another two from the enchantment on the Rollicking Cock. An enchantment that Lauren put there, and that she added to inadvertently. She would need to test it out, perhaps on some items in the room here. Or if she needed to test it on a person, Lauren had certainly abused the stone enough to be a worthy target.

She looked at the bed she tranced on. It was built for a human to sleep on it. That seemed like a good first test. "I wish that this bed was an elven trancing pad."

The bed quickly transformed before her eyes. Given what she knew about the stone, everyone would think it had always been this way. It seemed like Lauren was a liar after all. Still, there was no harm in further testing. She looked around again and saw her travel bags and her trunk. Ilya did not need to carry much, but she wanted a large number of books for her research. That was why she had the trunk. It was quite heavy though and Vorka and Temerity had long complained about it along side other heavy packs like Lauren's spare instruments or Jasper's collection of- well she did not like to think of that one. Still, she felt she could start carrying her weight with the stone and test out if it can create powerful items for her. "I wish that I owned a bag of holding."

No sooner did she wish that than did all of her bags disappear. She saw in their place a medium sized satchel that she recognized as an interdimensional pocket space capable of carrying hundreds of pounds of gear without feeling any heavier or fuller. Ilya smiled and looked inside her new personal storage device then frowned. There was a dulcimer in here. Plus an armor repair kit, plus a spare great axe, plus various other commodities that she knew were not hers.

Ilya cursed mentally. Of course the party would fill up a bag of holding. It would be seen as a party item, not Ilya's personal bag. This was not what she wanted but the question arose on how to fix it. Should she give everyone in the party a bag of holding? That may not be the best idea in the long run. The more visible magic items they had, the greater the chance of people coming after them for those items.

Ilya then thought of a possible solution, "I wish the party considered this bag of holding to only be for my use."

The items vanished and Ilya smiled. This wishing thing could have unintended effects, but they were easily dealt with it seems. Ilya did not understand Lauren's problem. She knew it was time to start making wishes about herself.

"I wish that I had an archmage's level of power."

Ilya felt the crackling power suddenly inside her veins. This was true power. Lauren's fighting skill was admirable and useful, but it paled in comparison to this. Ilya cast a few protective wards on herself that would have previously been beyond her power. It seemed as she did, her arousal increased. She attributed this to the normal excitement she felt when she gained power. She did not immediately realize that any magic she cast would maker her hornier. Normally upon waking four hours before her companions, Ilya would read and prepare herself for the day. Right now though, she felt like exploring. She went downstairs to the tavern.

There were only a few patrons left around. A man had passed out at one of the tables. A couple of women were getting close to each other. One seemed to be secretively inserting her hand into the other's nether regions. And lastly, there was a man at the bar. This was the graveyard shift bartender named Boris. Ilya have never had much call to talk to him. Though now she felt **** for some humanoid contact.

"Good morning, Boris."

Boris looked over at her. He was well used to the sexy ladies of the Rollicking Cock and had no trouble looking Ilya in the eye, "Morning, ma'am. How was your trance?"

Ilya was uninterested in such small talk, "Boris, did you ever wish things were different?" As she spoke, she quietly cast a spell to peer into his mind. Consciously, she believed she was bored and wanting to test her magic. Subconsciously, she started rooting around for smutty thoughts.

"I suppose. Could do with a raise." Boris got the quietest shift for a reason.

Ilya discovered just how average this guy was. He could ogle ladies, but his tastes were as vanilla as they come. She could change that. Make them more interesting. She subtly channeled more of her magic into him as she started to rearrange his mind.

Boris shifted his weight from one foot to the other, "You know, I guess we could do with a bit better entertainment this time of night. Alls we got now is those what don't know when to sleep, but having a band or a... performer of some type."

Ilya enjoyed the view of strippers dancing in his head. She could do that for him. "I wish a world class stripper danced in here during the graveyard shift."

Suddenly, Brooke was up on a stage doing a slow strip tease. She was down to her underwear and gloves and removing the gloves with her teeth one finger at a time.

A few other patrons appeared as well. There were a man and a woman watching together and a man on his own sipping a beer. The previous two women got less subtle now that there was more distraction.

Boris certainly seemed happy. Ilya looked him up and down. "I wish he was very handsome."

Years and fat melted off the young stud in front of her. She thought about channeling more of her magic into him, but held off. She wanted to woo him naturally.

"So Boris, would you like to get together?"

He smiled, "Absolutely. As soon as my shift is done."

Oh right. He had a job he was doing right now. Hmm, Ilya wanted to fuck somebody. For some reason, she had gotten extremely riled up. She had picked Boris for lack of options. She could wish somebody up with the stone, but she also felt it a personal slight that a bartender wouldn't drop his work for a night with her. She had to fix that.