Medium Breasts → Large Breasts and Dumptruck Ass

Hm~~ How about we let fate decide? I feel the mirror prompting me, so... let's see what happens? It's not as if I've regretted any choices thus far. I feel its magic wrap around me, and a specific phrase - my 'Medium Breasts' - is changed, becoming 'large breasts and dumptruck ass.' I've little time to ponder what it means by 'dumptruck' when--

--everything changes, but all is as it's been.

I feel silly for even contemplating adjusting my figure. If I were much more shapely, then I'd start losing shape, haha! It seems the mirror's adjusted my figure to match some ideal I'd half-dreamed up, but to me this is the body I've always had. What a curious and, admittedly, frightening tool.

To think, I might've once worn modest and concealing clothes. Concealed my beauty from the world - or, indeed, had a much simpler and humbler beauty to conceal. (And by beauty, I do mean more than my breasts and ass, of course, but those are certainly the key features.) It's such a strange thought, and strange to think it strange, here at the end of this road.

Indeed, I feel the magic of this mirror is starting to wane. I could perhaps push it further, but much more than one last "change" and I feel as if things may start to go... awry. I might not regret it if they do, given my current contentment with - and natural adaptation to - my current state, but "this" me is perhaps not keen on the sort of chaos that may ensue.

Perhaps one last change?

And then, on to enjoy my new life as her highness' favorite whore.

(princess's royal whore, long flowing golden hair, lacy-white corset, angel wings, seductive smile, large breasts and dumptruck ass, feather headdress, stockings, high leg thong, reflected in the castle bedroom mirror)