By: ClaraButt
"What do you mean, you can't find my glass slippers?" Cinderella bellowed, her voice echoing through the marbled corridors of the castle. The poor servant scurried away, trembling at the prospect of facing her wrath. Cinderella took a deep breath and smoothed her golden hair, trying to regain her composure. It had been a tiring day of royal engagements, and all she wanted was to retreat to her chambers and relax.
As she turned to enter her room, she noticed a peculiar book on the floor, half-hidden under her bed. It was bound in a worn leather that looked as if it had seen centuries of dust. The title, 'The Tome of Unusual Transformations', was etched in a language she didn't recognize. Intrigued, she picked it up and flipped through the brittle pages. Her eyes fell upon an illustration of a young woman with an exaggeratedly large posterior, standing proudly in a field of daisies. The caption read, 'The Spell of the Ample Derriere'.
Cinderella's curiosity piqued, she read on. The spell promised to grant the caster a more... voluptuous figure, which would surely turn heads at the next royal ball. She giggled to herself, picturing the look on the Prince's face when she waltzed in with an ass that could win awards. Her heart raced as she found the ingredients list: a pinch of dragon's breath, a teardrop from a unicorn's eye, and a dash of fairy dust. She had no idea where to find such rare items, but she was determined to try.
That night, Cinderella snuck into the castle's library, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. The moon cast a silvery glow through the windows, casting eerie shadows across the towering bookshelves. She searched tirelessly, her eyes scanning the spines for any sign of the magical components. Just when she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty old apothecary book with a bookmark made of dried petals. It contained a recipe for a potion that could summon the ingredients she needed.
With trembling hands, she gathered the required ingredients from the enchanted garden and the stables, all the while hoping she wouldn't be caught. Back in her room, she mixed them with a quill plucked from a sleeping owl, chanting the incantation she had memorized from the tome. A cloud of glittering dust filled the air, and she felt a strange warmth spread through her body, settling in her lower half.
As the potion took effect, Cinderella's ass began to swell, stretching her gown to the limits. She watched in the mirror, eyes wide with amazement as her reflection grew more and more... endowed. Each breath she took was accompanied by a gentle 'whoosh' of escaping gas, the sound growing louder and more frequent with every passing moment. Her cheeks reddened with excitement and embarrassment as her newfound size grew to be ten times its original volume. The fabric of her dress strained against her flesh, threatening to split.
The transformation complete, she took a tentative step forward. The sudden weight shift was disconcerting, and she stumbled, a loud fart echoing through the quiet hallway. She giggled nervously, her cheeks flaming with a mix of excitement and mortification. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and she couldn't help but marvel at the sheer power she now wielded with every step she took. Her bottom bounced with each movement, the sound of it slapping against her thighs like a pair of overstuffed pillows.
Her mischievous side took over, and she hatched a plan. With the spell in her grasp, she could now do something she had always dreamed of—make a statement. A rebellious grin spread across her face, she tiptoed through the moonlit halls, her oversized buttocks jiggling with each silent step. The guards were too busy playing dice in their barracks to notice the princess on a midnight stroll.
Finally, she reached the throne room. The velvet curtains were drawn back, revealing the gleaming gold throne, the very seat of power that the Prince occupied so smugly during the day. She glanced around, making sure she was alone, and then she strutted in, her newfound confidence carrying her with surprising grace. With a wicked glint in her eye, she climbed the dais and perched herself on the throne, feeling the cold metal against her bare skin.
With a wiggle of her hips, she felt the pressure building inside her. A sudden, overwhelming urge to relieve herself washed over her. It was as if her body was reminding her of the spell's side effect. She couldn't resist the urge. With a grunt, she did the unthinkable—she shat on the Prince's throne. The smell was immediate and overpowering, a stark contrast to the opulent surroundings. She giggled again, feeling a strange sense of liberation and satisfaction. This would surely teach him a lesson about treating her like a mere object to be ogled and used for his own pleasure.
The deed done, she hopped off the throne, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She took one last look at her handiwork, the pile of excrement steaming in the cold air. With a mischievous giggle, she turned to leave, her steps now louder and more deliberate, the sound of her bare feet slapping against the stone floor with each step. As she disappeared into the shadows, the only evidence of her nocturnal visit was the foul stench lingering in the air, a silent declaration of her newfound power.
Cinderella slipped out of the castle, the cool night breeze caressing her skin and her oversized ass jiggling with every movement. She felt a strange sense of exhilaration, as if she had just unlocked a secret part of herself she never knew existed. The gardens beckoned, their lush greenery and blooming flowers a stark contrast to the cold, stony interior of the castle. She found a secluded path, lined with neatly trimmed hedges and soft moonlight filtering through the leaves.
Her stomach rumbled again, and she couldn't hold it in anymore. She pulled up the back of her gown and squatted, feeling the warmth spread as she shat once more, the pile growing larger with every second. The sensation was surprisingly... pleasurable, and she couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh. The smell wafted up, a reminder of her newfound ability. The soil beneath her trembled slightly as the last of it plopped out, and she wiped herself with a handful of leaves, feeling more alive than she had in weeks.
With a twisted sense of glee, she sat down in the mountain of poop she had created, the warmth seeping through her gown and onto her skin. She looked up at the stars, her heart racing as she contemplated the chaos she had just unleashed. For a brief moment, she felt like a rebel, an agent of change in a world that had always been so rigid and unyielding. But the cold reality began to set in. What would happen when the Prince discovered her secret? Would he be disgusted, or would he find it... arousing?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. Panic set in as she realized she had been careless. She quickly tried to stand, but her legs were wobbly from the effort of holding in her bowels. She stumbled backward, her giant ass smearing the mess along the ground as she went.
A gasp echoed through the garden, and she turned to see a young servant girl, her eyes wide with horror. Before the girl could scream, Cinderella grabbed her, pressing her face into the soft flesh of her bottom. The poor girl struggled, but Cinderella was too strong, too determined to let her go. She felt a twisted sense of satisfaction as the servant's cheeks were rubbed against her dirty skin, the girl's muffled protests lost in the folds of her ass.
Cinderella held her there for what felt like an eternity, her own breaths coming in ragged gasps. She felt the girl's nose twitch against her, and she knew she was fighting back tears. The scent of the excrement was thick in the air, a potent reminder of what Cinderella had done. But instead of feeling guilt or remorse, she felt a strange thrill, a sense of power she had never experienced before.
Finally, she released the girl, watching as she stumbled away, retching and gagging. "Clean this up," Cinderella ordered, her voice laced with a newfound authority. "And if you tell anyone what you saw, I'll make sure you regret it." The servant nodded, her eyes never leaving the ground as she picked up a nearby rag and began to clean the mess.
Cinderella took one last look at the throne room, her creation a stark testament to her rebellious spirit. With a sly smile, she turned and sashayed away, her oversized ass jiggling with every step she took. The girl's shocked sobs grew fainter as she disappeared down the corridor, leaving behind a trail of smears and the lingering scent of her newfound power.
Her stomach cramped again, reminding her of the potion's side effects. She quickened her pace, racing towards her chambers. The hallways of the castle seemed to stretch on forever, each step echoing with the promise of relief and the fear of being caught. When she finally reached her room, she slammed the door shut behind her and rushed to her four-poster bed, the velvet curtains drawn closed around it like a fortress.
Without a second thought, she pulled down her panties and let loose, the warmth and pressure of her bowels releasing in a torrent. The smell filled the room, mingling with the scent of her perfumed pillows. Her stomach muscles clenched and unclenched as she shat again and again, each movement sending a fresh wave of excrement onto the pristine white sheets.
As she lay back, her hair brushing against the now-soiled pillows, she felt a strange sense of euphoria. The pressure of holding it in had been intense, but the release was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her farts grew more frequent, each one louder and more pungent than the last. She couldn't help but giggle as she felt her cheeks grow hot with the effort of keeping them in. The pockets of gas trapped within her new voluminous ass fought for escape, adding to the symphony of sounds that filled the room.
Her eyes grew heavy, the weight of her new form pulling her down into the mattress. She could feel the warmth of the mess she had made, seeping into the fabric and leaving a stain that would surely never come out. But she didn't care. As she drifted off to sleep, she reveled in the feeling of liberation, her body finally free to express itself in ways she had never dared to dream of before.