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Steven locked eyes with Melissa, her playful warmth filling the small guild room as dawn’s light spilled over them. Her silver hair gleamed, and her flirty vibe hummed in the air. He took a breath, focusing his intent, and cast Mind-Dominion, his voice steady. “You will never tell anyone about what I’m about to say.” Her nod came instant and unresisting, the command sinking deep into her unguarded mind, her soulbound trust sealing it tight. Leaning close, he grinned. “I’ve got this ability—Fleshsculpting. I can change bodies, mine or others.” He held back the truth of Soulbinding and Mind-Dominion, keeping those cards close.

Her eyes widened, sparkling with realization. “Oh my gods, that’s why my hair’s so long! You gave me what I wanted!” She lunged forward, kissing him fiercely, her lips a hungry press against his. Pulling back, breathless, she clutched her small breasts, grinning. “What about these? I said I wanted them bigger—can you do that?” Steven’s smirk widened. “Course I can. Tell me when to stop,” he said, resting his hands on her chest.

He summoned Fleshsculpting Lvl 2, his touch igniting the change. Her breasts swelled slowly, soft and firm, growing from pert handfuls to fuller curves. She gasped, watching them bloom—25%, 40%—her breath hitching with delight. “Keep going,” she urged, until they hit the skill’s max: a 50% increase, a gnome-sized D-cup equivalent, round and buoyant. “Perfect!” she squealed, just as a chime rang in his mind—ding—and Fleshsculpting Lvl 3 clicked into place, the growth pushing his mastery forward.

Next, her ass. “You wanted it rounder, juicier—tell me when,” he said, hands sliding to her hips. The spell flared again, her flat gnome backside plumping into a pert, shapely curve. It thickened, growing taut and jiggly—20%, 30%, 50%—until she giggled, “Stop! Oh, that’s amazing!” The chime sounded again—ding—and Fleshsculpting Lvl 4 settled in, his skill leaping with each bold reshape.

Finally, height. “A few inches taller, right?” he asked. She nodded eagerly. He focused on her legs, stretching them naturally—thighs and calves lengthening, her frame rising from a gnome’s typical 3’2” to 3’5”, a subtle but striking boost. Her proportions stayed balanced, her new curves accentuating the gain. Another ding—Fleshsculpting Lvl 5—his skill soaring from the triple transformation.

Melissa clapped her hands, and with a flick of her own magic, a full-length mirror shimmered into existence. She leapt up, naked and radiant, staring at her reflection. Her silver hair flowed to her mid-back, her fuller breasts bounced with each hop, her rounder ass jiggled enticingly, and her extra height gave her a leggy grace. “Oh, Steven, look at me!” she cried, jumping for joy, her new body a symphony of motion—curves swaying, hair whipping. She spun, beaming, then tackled him back onto the bed, kissing him hard. “You’re incredible—this is everything I dreamed!” Her voice was pure elation, her flirtatious edge now a blazing fire, all thanks to his hidden tweaks.