Goddess of Mischief (Patreon)

Sylvie looked absolutely adorable in her fluffy pink dress. The layers of her skirt swishing around her thighs with every step seemed to highlight her playful energy and the mischievous spark in her eyes. She knew exactly what you liked, and tonight she had decided to make your dreams come true.

As you headed out together, she stopped in the hallway, turned to face you with a wicked little grin, and began whispering the spell she had been practicing. “For you,” she purred.

The warm tingle hit her instantly. Sylvie let out a delighted little moan as she started to grow taller and taller and taller. She rose past eight feet, then twelve, then fifteen, forcing her to hunch forward in the hallway just to fit.

She giggled, clearly loving every second of your reaction. Your blushing face, the way you stammered, how you could not stop staring and gawking up at her. “Aww, look at you down there,” she teased, her voice rich and playful. Leaning forward, she placed one hand on the wall for balance, deliberately giving you a perfect, breathtaking upskirt view beneath the voluminous pink layers. “Like what you see, little one? Your giant goddess of mischief, all dressed up and towering before you.”

Sylvie bit her lip, eyes sparkling with delight as she watched you squirm to hide your arousal. “How about we try and get me outside so I can get even bigger for you?”