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# (Not pony) WWEAAAGI: Chapter Three

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1. Joolira couldn't wait for the guards to return to her cell to collect her. All she had dreamed of during the night was her eventual escape and subsequent revenge on those that had incarcerated her. She had envisioned the looks on their faces, those terrified expressions, all trembling at the sight of her enormous body. Of course, that would take a lot of effort to accomplish, but she couldn’t think of a better place to do it than from a prison or correctional facility. The only other option would be to reveal herself to a town or city, but even then the populations of these places were so scattered, that she just wouldn’t get the same burst of attention. No, she needed to be carted off to somewhere secluded, but densely populated, and this was looking to be her best option. Upon hearing footsteps coming from the corridor outside her cell, she snapped out of her thoughts and stood by her cell door.
3. Two bulky guards lumbered into view, bringing with them, two pairs of shackles and chains. The chains jingled as they swung by their feet, yet even as low as they swung, they didn’t become entangled around the legs of the guards. Joolira eyed them up as they approached, if she wasn’t coming down from the highs of growth, she probably would have attempted to antagonise them in her usual cheeky manner. Of course the high from growing did happen to bring about certain lusty feelings, and she could never resist being a slave to her urges. She pressed her back into the bars of her cell, grinding her backside against the vertical bars, the metal pole slipping between her flat cheeks. Her head tilted to the side, her lips pursed and her eyes glistening with an air of deviousness.
5. “Hello boys…” she cooed.
7. “What’s got you acting weird?” asked the fuzzier of the two guards, resembling something close to a bear in the dimmed light.
9. “What? Can’t I get excited for my two big, strong guardsmen?” replied the imp, reaching above her head to grasp at the bars, rocking side to side.
11. “Disgusting,” grumbled the other, shorter guard. His jet black fur made him practically invisible in this light, only the twinkle of his emerald eyes shone through the darkness.
13. “Now, now, don’t be so quick to judge me, I can be fun, perhaps we could…play?”
15. Both guards just shook their heads. This was a pathetic display; her flirting was clearly an effort to lull them into a false sense of security, so she could escape. They’d been trained to handle situations exactly like this one at the training sessions on their first day. Their instructor had suggested that brute force was the fastest way to quell a situation like this. Yet the most effective technique that they had been taught was to go along with the antics. That way, instead of themselves being lulled into the false sense of security, it was reversed, and Joolira would be the one to suffer.
17. “Oh? You want to play? Well how about I unlock this cage and we have some of that…fun?” replied the bear guard, gesturing to his associate for the keys.
19. “Yeah, we can play, do you want me to play nice or naughty?” whispered Joolira as she turned to face the guards, pushing her flat chest into the bars.
21. “I see no other way, other than the naughty way…” replied the guard affectively, as he twisted the keys into the lock.
23. The iron door of the cell swung open and Joolira sauntered out, pressing herself up against the bear guard. The other guard just watched on, handcuffs at the ready, poised to step in should Joolira’s flirting get too much for his associate. He jangled the chains as he stepped to the side, determined not to be drawn into the façade. Joolira stepped closer to her target, making sure to sway her body side to side as she approached the other guard. She stretched out an arm in his direction and contorted her fingers so that they beckoned him towards her. The guard remained still and Joolira could see that she was going to have to bring out the big guns to sway this guy. She began to focus on the guard and shut out the jangling chains of his associate. Then she began to remove the magical barrier that prevented them from seeing her five foot form. She stepped towards the bear as her body began to inch upwards, the rest of her body plumping as she walked. The bear was visibly shocked as he Joolira began to grow, right in front of his own eyes. He glanced over at his partner, who simply glanced back, shooting him a look that simply said ‘what?’
25. “You can’t tell me you aren’t seeing this!” exclaimed the bear.
27. “What are you talking about? All I see is you getting involved in some debauched act with a prisoner,” replied his partner.
29. “Just look at her! She’s growing!”
31. The darker furred partner’s eyes widened and shot to Joolira, then back at his frightened partner, and then back at Joolira. His partner was losing -it; there was no way she was growing. Not even as a trick of the light or something else, she was still the same three foot imp that she had always been. He took a step closer to his partner, placing a hand on the bear’s shoulder. Joolira glared at him as he approached her target, she was close to stealing the keys to freedom from him, and nobody was going to stop that. She sped up the growth so that she quickly reached five feet. Her newly developed breasts swung softly as she walked, her rounder, fuller hips jiggled slightly. Every inch of her body was accentuated in some way, making her look even more attractive to the poor guard. She pressed her body against the guard and raised her head to his ears.
33. “Shhh…Let yourself relax,” whispered the imp, her voice layered in so much seduction, it would make a succubus jealous.
35. “Alright, that’s enough out of you, you little witch,” replied the second guard.
37. The guard produced the handcuffs and slipped behind Joolira. He locked one of her hands into the cuffs and reached around for her other arm. Within seconds Joolira had been reduced from from sexy succubus, to chained animal. The bear calmed himself down, turning to look away from Joolira, just to get his mind in order. Had he hallucinated? Or was it simply some horrible trick at his expense?
39. “Alright, come on, let’s get this troublemaker down to the docks, the Elders don’t want to be kept waiting.”
41. “Yeah, you’re right, can’t ke-”
43. The bear abruptly silenced himself as he turned around to face the pair. Somehow Joolira had managed to return to her original three feet, and now looked exactly how she had when they came to collect her. His partner stood behind the imp, one hand on her shoulder, and the other on his hip. Joolira smirked as her eyes met with his, that deviousness in her eyes glowing even brighter. She licked her lips and curled the edges of her mouth upwards, enhancing her smile to make him feel even more nervous. The bear approached Joolira and placed his shaky hand upon her other shoulder. Together, the two guardsmen made their way back through the snaking corridors and out into the Council chambers. From there she was led outside and down to the harbour, where a small boat had been prepped for her arrival. The guards were quick to hand her over to the ship’s captain, a lone sailor, dressed in a white and blue navy uniform. Joolira scanned the crowd, standing at the far back, she noticed the distinct robed clothes of the Elders, and she had a message for them.
45. “I’ll be back! You’ll see! You’ll all suffer for what you’re doing!” she screamed.
47. She couldn’t tell if they were actually moved by her outburst, but she did seem to affect the lone sailor. He bundled her into a small cage at the back of the boat almost impossibly fast. He probably wanted to silence her as soon as possible to prevent her from saying anything else she might regret. With Joolira successfully back under lock and key, the ship was launched, to the cheers of the crowd. The seas were calm as they set off on their journey to the offshore facility, but that didn’t stop Joolira from rocking the boat.
49. “You know you could just throw me overboard, get rid of me for good,” she explained.
51. “Hah, nice try. We all saw you come from the sea, there’s something about you and this water, some sort of connection, I reckon,” replied the salty old sailor.
53. “There is a connection between me and that water, yes, but what good will it do me if I’m in this cage? How can I possibly get free?”
55. “What if you turn into that huge creature again? Huh? How did that happen in the first place if not for this water?”
57. “The water isn’t what caused that, it was uhm, a curse?”
59. The sailor’s eyes widened. “A curse? What sort of curse?”
61. “A mean curse, by a lost soul from a sunken wreck?”
63. “By the gods! Yer a terrible liar!” scoffed the sailor.
65. Joolira crossed her arms and pouted. It was one thing to get reduced to three feet from over hundreds, but now she was getting fooled by little old sea captains. The sea around her started to get a little more violent. Waves began to crash against the side of the boat, and the captain had to rush about the tiny vessel to make sure everything, including Joolira was secured. He fastened himself to his position at the other end of the ship, and looked at Joolira doubtingly.
67. “Ya see how the weather is changing? That be an omen, an omen that yer some bad news, and the sooner I get ye off my ship the better. Better buckle up, miss, the ride’s about to get bumpy.”
69. “With any luck, maybe I’ll get thrown overboard,” replied Joolira sarcastically.
71. “Gods help us if ye do…” replied the captain, solemnly.
73. The winds howled ever so slightly, and the boat began to rock side to side. Joolira was thrown from one side of the cramped cage to the other, whilst the captain seemed virtually unfazed by the whole thing. He just sat there, staring down at Joolira as though he expected her to pull of some sort of amazing escape trick. In response to his constant swearing, Joolira stuck her tongue out at him, and shortly after that, he turned back to watching the seas for any signs of danger. Whereas Joolira just attempted to take her mind of her whole situation, instead opting to imagine she was back at shore, chasing down those Elders.
75. Despite the captain’s warning, the journey only seemed to take forever; the waves had been pretty manageable. Though she wasn’t looking forward to being incarcerated in this facility, she was looking forward to getting out of that forsaken cage. She was cramped, her limbs ached, and her head was sore; all in all it had been one hell of a trip. Surprisingly, despite the rough waters that she had endured on the journey over the sea, very little water had made its way into her cage. Even the lone sailor had kept surprisingly dry, despite spending the majority of the trip with his head over the edge of the boat. As they pulled into the docks, Joolira saw some heavy set guards approaching them at speed. Clearly people had been waiting for the moment when she was captured for quite some time. The door to her cage opened and she felt a chilly grip on her shoulder as she was pulled out of the cage and brought to her feet.
77. “Come on, and don’t try anything funny this time, you’re not going to take anyone for a ride,” explained the sailor, as he helped her onto the wooden jetty.
79. “Pfft, like I won’t be out of here within the week” scoffed Joolira as she was handed off to the other guards.
81. She was taken away from the docks and led up the steps to the front door of the facility, and flanked by even more guards; she was let inside and up to the reception. She didn’t drag her feet; in fact she was almost excited. From here she was going to develop her revenge, she was going to show everyone here just who they were dealing with. But for now she was content with spending the night in a room or whatever accommodation they had, it was sure to be better than a cell. She stood at the reception desk, waiting for the receptionist to surface, her feet idly tapped against the marble floor, making soft slapping noise.
83. Eventually the receptionist returned to her post. She was a tall, shark lady, dressed in a tight fitting blouse, and a barely legal skirt. A pair of small spectacles balanced on her grey snout. Her thighs stood taller than Joolira, and as she took her seat on the chair behind the reception desk, it began to creak. The chair was practically groaning under her frame, and Joolira was certain that she heard her knees hit against the underside of the desk. All in all the woman was exceptionally intimidating to be holding a receptionist position, Joolira was certain that she was more suited for upper management. Still, the shark peered over her glasses, also peeking over the other side of the desk to spot Joolira.
85. “What have we here?” asked the receptionist, her voice almost sounding like it was growling, despite its calm tone.
87. “Another one for processing, ma’am,” answered one of the guards.
89. “Very well, what is the name of the client?” asked the receptionist as she reached for a form.
91. “Joolira!” piped up the imp.
93. “Mhm…occupation?”
95. “Sea witch,” replied Joolira.
97. “The word ‘witch’ flags up a special category in our process, do you happen to have any magical abilities?”
99. “I can absorb water and use it to change my body,” answered Joolira, smugly.
101. The receptionist shot Joolira a disproving glance, before taking a stamp from her desk and stamping the processing form. “She’s done, take her to the cells.”
103. The guards took hold of Joolira’s shoulder and dragged her to the left of the desk, taking her the way that the receptionist had just come from. The contrast between the two areas was something astronomical. Whilst the reception had a shiny marble floor, complete with pillars holding up a second floor, and elegant stone archways, the prison was a cold and grey area, with just rows and rows of cells, all piled upon one another. The room itself seemed to stretch on forever, the guards patrolling each floor looking like mere ants at the highest point. Joolira’s jaw dropped open, sure she hadn’t expected there to be luxury rooms for people who were considered criminals, but she expected it to be far better than another cell. As she walked past the cells, and ascended up to the higher levels, she couldn’t help but notice just how sullen everyone looked. It was like they had been drained of all their will, they certainly didn’t seem like your typical criminal. Even stranger than the condition of some of the individuals, was the fact that the higher she ascended, the more lively the patrons seemed to become. It was like whatever had been affecting those lower down, had yet to reach those on the upper levels. Joolira mused upon what the cause could be as the guards placed her inside her cell and locked the door. Her cell was located around the halfway mark in the room’s vertical scale.
105. “Whilst you’re here, you’ll be on a strict food plan, based on your unique dietary needs. You’ll eat after everyone else, so there’s no chance of you getting your hands on some water, or any other liquids. You will return to your cell after every activity, and under no circumstances are you to leave your cell unaccompanied. Understand?”
107. Joolira dismissed the guard with a wave of her hand and approached her bed. Though whether or not it could be called a bed was another matter altogether. Its general appearance was that someone had chained a concrete slab to her the wall. Even the pillow looked yellowed as though it hadn’t seen a good cleaning since the day it had been created. In the corner of the room was a small wash basin, along with a small mirror both of which stood just a little too tall for the imp. The only light in the cell came through the bars, which meant that the back of her quarters were unnaturally dark. She sat on the hard surface that would act as her mattress, lifting her legs up and rotating herself. Her tiny body only covered about half of the surface, making her look like a baby due to be changed. She nudged the pillow with her head, knocking it off the makeshift bed; there was no way she was sleeping with that. She closed her eyes and began to dream about the up and coming mealtime.
109. She envisioned a grand dining area, rows upon rows of tables, each one filled to with hungry patrons, and Joolira was right in the middle of them. Despite that the guards had mentioned she would be eating after everyone else had finished, she still envisioned herself right in the thick of it. Tensions were running high in the dream cafeteria; the patrons were becoming sick of getting the same terrible food. Suddenly a bowl of lumpy porridge was hurled over their heads, hitting some poor unfortunate. In retaliation a cup of water was hurled back, the water coming splashing down on Joolira. That of course, was just the beginning, within seconds a full on fight had broken out amongst those in the cafeteria. Joolira saw this as the perfect opportunity to expose herself to even more water. She clambered up on the table, clutching whatever food she could get her hands on and lobbed it in every conceivable direction.
111. The repercussions of her actions were that everyone turned their attention to the mischievous imp. Water, questionable food, and even cutlery were hurled in her direction. The water splashed against her, and she wasted no time in soaking it up, channelling it all into her natural ability. She dodged the airborne spoons and forks, but failed to avoid some of the bowls of food, meaning she was covered in less than desirable foodstuffs. She realised that now was as good a time as any for her to unleash her true form upon the viewers. She focused for a moment, and then began to allow herself to grow. Her body filled out, her hips widened, her butt became plumper, and breasts began to become more prominent. She didn’t waste the attention she received as she quickly grew over a foot in height. The guards were still trying to detain the patrons that were still engaged in the food fighting, giving Joolira much more time to grow out of their reach. She ran her finger seductively down her chest, and smirked as she saw all the shocked faces. She stepped forward, making sure to shake her backside at the onlookers, as she strolled down the table, like it were nothing more than a catwalk. Her height steadily increased, and she could feel the lust that these characters felt for her, but Joolira was nothing if not a great tease. She cupped her hands to her breasts, letting them fill out behind her hands, but she didn’t reveal them to her watchers. Wolf whistles and other lusty cries filled the air as she continued to sway those hips in a manner most erotic. One of the patrons even attempted to clamber upon the table to get to her, but his face soon met with Joolira’s steadily expanding foot, as she teased him back down.
113. “Nobody gets to touch…” she cooed.
115. By now the imp had grown the seven feet, and the table was starting to strain under her weight. She towered over the majority of the inmates; some of the taller ones were shorter than her by an inch or two. None of the guards came close to her height, and one by one they were starting to notice the transformation that was taking place. Most of the guards attempted to fight their way through the crowds, whilst the others marched their captives out of the hall. Joolira felt a rush of pleasure spread through her body as she felt their eyes boring into her, soaking up every inch of her blue form. Cracks were starting to form in the table as she approached nine feet in height. Her hips thickened further, and her legs bulged outwards, becoming a little muscular as well as shapelier. Her breasts spilled through her fingers, the pale white flesh beneath yearning for release. She let out a slight moan as she slid her hands away from her chest, letting those expanding bosoms break out. They surged forth like springs, flowing ever outwards, before coming to a rest just above her midriff. The table had taken all it could bear, and with one final groan, it split asunder.
117. Joolira fell down, her eleven foot frame crashing to the floor. She was swarmed by lusty prisoners, all clambering around her just to witness her awesomeness first hand. The fall had caused Joolira to feel woozy, her mind reeling as she tried to get her bearings. Despite her still increasing size, she was finding it hard to focus. She could hear her subjects calling out to her, but she was doubtful of their intentions. She put a hand to her head and gave it a little shake, but still she felt like everything was slipping away. She looked up at the crowd, only to see that everything seemed to be elongating, drawing further and further out of her grasp. It was like she was being pulled out of the cafeteria, like it was a set on a film lot. It just kept going until she was left there, in a space where there was nothing but black. She could hear a voice calling to her, calling to her from outside this dream world.
119. “Wake up!” came a voice to snap her out of her dream.
121. Joolira’s eyes shot open and her body sat bolt upright, scowling at whoever had dared to wake her from the beautiful dream she had been having. A guard was stood at her cell door, what appeared to be a truncheon in his hands. He ran it across the bars of the cell, idly passing the time and paying her no real attention. He glanced over at the visually upset imp and smirked, his hands ceasing movement.
123. “What do you want?” breathed Joolira, her scowl only deepening.
125. “It’s time for your mandatory thirty minutes of exercise, as per facility regulations.” replied the guard.
127. “Really? You woke me up for that? Pfft, come back when it’s dinnertime,” Joolira responded, lying back down.
129. “I’m afraid it’s mandatory, we don’t make exceptions for ‘special dreams’,” mocked the guard.
131. Joolira glared at the guard, and if looks could in fact kill, that particular guard would have suffered eternal damnation. She slid herself off the stone bed and walked over to the guard, holding out both her hands. However, instead of placing handcuffs on her wrists, the guard just looked at her with confusion. Joolira looked from her wrists, up to the guard and then back again, hinting for him to put the cuffs on her. The guard still didn’t get it, he just stood there with his truncheon in hand, idly tapping his foot on the floor.
133. “Well? Aren’t you going to detain me?” she asked.
135. “Haha! Detain you? What sort of a threat can you be? This whole area is a dry zone, no water for you to manipulate for your magic.”
137. He took Joolira by the shoulder and led her out of the cell; still laughing at just how dumb Joolira appeared to be. The imp wasn’t impressed by his attitude, she was a force to be reckoned with, not something to make the butt of someone’s jokes. She begrudgingly allowed herself to be shown where the gym was, and it turned out that it was only a short walk away from her cell. She entered into the gym and found that it was virtually empty, apart from a few individuals scattered about the place. Running machines and weights seemed to be the order of the day, or at least that was all that had been put out for use. Using her apparent freedom, Joolira sulked over to a running machine and climbed onto it. It was a simple apparatus, a platform with handles on the sides, around the platform was a rubber belt, and that appeared to be it. There was no display or anything she could use to track her progress; she just seemed to be expected to run. So that’s exactly what she did, she started to walk briskly, and to her surprise the belt began to spin underneath her. At first it matched her pace, but as she tried to keep going faster than it, she ended up breaking into a jog. Joolira could already tell this was going to be a long thirty minutes.
139. She managed to hold her pace steady at a fast jog, as she surveyed the rest of the characters in the room with her. In the northern part of the room sat the heavy weights users, using the more powerful machines. Their huge muscles flexed furiously as they struggled to push themselves higher and higher up the chain of physical fitness. The eastern area of the room was where Joolira had situated herself, and evidently it didn’t seem to be all that popular. She was the only one using this entire section of the room. Behind her lay the door she had come in through, which was being well guarded by a few of the security detail. To the south sat more weight machines, and something else that caught her eye. There was small group, huddled together behind some of the apparatuses, just out of sight of security. Joolira squinted and was sure she could just make out one of the group presenting another with what looked to be ale.
141. A lightbulb lit up in Joolira’s mind. She had a fairly good idea as to what it was that her keen eye hand uncovered. She had found what appeared to be a smuggling ring. Suddenly her plan for revenge didn’t seem like it was going to be all that far away. If she could sway the leader of this little smuggling ring, she could have them bring in gallon upon gallon of water for her. Oh the chaos she could cause with such resources. But first, before she could cause any of that chaos, she would have to meet with the leader, and to do that, she would have to figure out who that was. She grabbed hold of the handles either side of the running machine and applied the brakes. Gradually her speed decreased and she was able to hop off the running machine. She made a bee line for the other weight lifting machines near where the group of smugglers was meeting. She acted calm and collected as she approached the machine, pretending to be more focused on the machine than on her actual prey. She selected her weight setting and took a seat on the bench provided by the machine. She placed her hands on the lifter bar and tensed, and then she began to listen.
143. “How many more crates of this stuff have we got coming in?” asked one member.
145. “About 45,” replied another.
147. “45? Are you crazy? How are we meant to sneak that much ale past the guards?”
149. “Relax boys, I’m the best smuggler this prison has ever seen, there hasn’t been a single object that I can’t get past those idiots, understand?” answered a third voice.
151. Joolira cocked her head to the side and glanced at the group. Most of them had bowed their heads and were mumbling something under their breath, but there was one who stood proud instead. Joolira correctly deduced him to be the leader of the group, and the one who had bragged about being the best smuggler about. The smuggler himself appeared to be a weasel of sorts; he was wearing a ragged red jumpsuit, his long, slender tail poking out the back. He held his arms crossed in a defiant pose, and was surprisingly tall from the position that Joolira was in. His face was mostly obscured, but she could just make out a golden tooth as she cracked a half-hearted smile. Satisfied with her findings, Joolira got up from the machine and began her approach, being wary of how she walked, she didn’t want to alarm them after all.
153. Sadly, despite her best efforts to make her approach as smooth as possible, she couldn’t control the behaviour of the others. Over on the northern side of the room, a fight had broken out, and from what Joolira managed to pick up, it seemed to be about who had the biggest pectoral muscles. The security were whipped up into a frenzy, the bulk of them charging for the musclebound morons, hoping to quell the situation, whilst the rest began to round up the remaining prisoners and escort them back to their cells. Joolira cursed her luck as her handler came and dragged her back to her cell, before she could even get a word in with the smuggler. She’d remember his face though, and once they met up again, they would have a long and lengthy conversation about what he could do for her.
155. Once she was safely locked up her cell, a loud, booming chime rang through the cell block. It consisted of three ‘bongs’ being played repeatedly in a descending, then ascending pitch, for around a minute. Joolira pressed her face up against the bars and looked out onto the walkway, expecting to see someone sitting there with a xylophone and a microphone. Instead she just saw guards, lots and lots of guards, all lined up against the railings, peering down below. Of course from Joolira’s point of view she couldn’t see below her, so all she got was the backs of their heads.
157. “Prisoners are reminded that committing acts not sanctioned by the facility, will result in an extra dose of your behavioural recalibration therapy,” came a voice that Joolira instantly recognised at the receptionist that had processed her. “Secondly, anyone who is caught committing such acts, will be exempt from the upcoming social event, and will be forced to do manual labour.”
159. Her voice disappeared in a crackle, only to be replaced by the familiar three bongs. Joolira pondered upon what this social event might actually be, and whether or not she could actually use it to her advantage. As she opened up a new branch of thought in her head, she quickly realised that she needed some way to write her thoughts down, lest she forget something important. The guards outside her cell began to continue with their rounds as the bongs came to a close, disappearing in a crackle, just like the voice before them. Joolira stuck her hand out of the cell and waved it wildly. Her signalling managed to flag down a guard, who then proceeded to push her hand back into her cell with his truncheon.
161. “What is it?” he sighed, clearly a little fed up.
163. “Can you get me a pen? So I can keep track of how many days I’ve been held in here or something,” replied the imp.
165. “Hah! You must be joking, lass. You’re not allowed anything that can be used as a weapon, nobody takes any chances around here, especially not with someone as dangerous as yourself.”
167. “The sooner I get out of here the better…” mumbled Joolira.
169. “Oh haha! Another good one, you’re a regular comedian. You aren’t getting out of here for a long long time, and even then, you’re not going to be the same person you are now”
171. Joolira dismissed the guard with a wave of the same hand she had used to catch his attention in the first place. She crossed back to her bed and hoisted herself onto it, and laid her head back against the wall. Her stomach grumbled loudly, she hadn’t eaten all day, but that as it may be, she still couldn’t get excited for her ‘special dietary plan’. Just the thought of having her meals messed with unnerved her, she wouldn’t be able to find out what they were putting into her food, and she would have no choice but to eat it. She sighed and rested her hand on her stomach, feeling it gurgle and writhe under her touch. Despite how strongly she opposed whatever her meals would be, she hoped they would hurry up, she needed food and she needed it fast.
173. Unfortunately it turned out to be a whole three hours before the guards came to collect her for her meal. She had watched as every other prisoner had been taken down to the cafeteria about an hour and half prior to her collection. She’d been near desperate to join them, her stomach felt pained every time she thought of them tucking into their meals. But now her moment had come, she was being marched down these corridors to her salvation. She filed past the prisoners who were returning to their cells after their meals were done, none of them looked impressed. So if their reactions were anything to go by, Joolira certainly wasn’t going to be impressed. She rounded a corner and came face to face with the cafeteria door, or rather the door frame. Standing in that door frame was the smuggler she had seen back at the gym a few hours earlier. Overcome with a rush of sudden adrenaline she charged forward, breaking past the guards and inmates that surrounded her. She tackled the weasel to the floor and pressed her head up against his ear.
175. “We need to talk…” she whispered.
177. The guards were quick to act and pulled her off the weasel, leaving him bemused, but aware of what she had said. Other guards helped the weasel to his feet, but most were focused on escorting Joolira to the cafeteria without any further mess ups. She was seated at a table by herself, guards posted all around her whilst the chef brought her a steaming bowl of something. The bowl was placed in front of her and almost immediately Joolira turned her nose up at it. The mess in the bowl vaguely resembled porridge, except with every last bit of water sucked out of it. It was just a mess of barely moist goop. She shoved the bowl away and stuck out her green tongue, making a ‘yuck’ sound. The chef shrugged his shoulders and reached forward for the bowl. He only stopped as Joolira’s stomach growled loudly, causing her to feel another rush of pain. She clutched her stomach and turned to look at the plate of goop. Sure it didn’t look at all appetising, but this was all she was getting for the foreseeable future, and besides, it couldn’t taste as bad as it looked, right?
179. She reached out and pulled the bowl back to her, picking up a nearby spoon in the process. She submerged the spoon into the goo and pulled it out. The spoon resisted as she pulled, but it swung free with an almighty ‘schlurp’. Joolira shuddered as she brought the spoon to her lips, she inhaled the scent of boiled oats and pushed the spoon into her mouth. The taste of the food hit her like a brick, it felt as though she was sucking on liquidised wood, or something of a similar degree. It tasted vile, and even as she swallowed, it felt stodgy and sat in the pit of her stomach. She reached back for another spoonful, even though her brain was pleading with her not to take another. As she brought the next spoonful into her mouth she wretched a little, but still she went back for more. Her brain switched onto auto-pilot, she was no longer thinking about the food, she was just eating until there was nothing left to eat. Once the bowl was done with, the chef took it from her, and the guards roughly took her back to her cell.
181. Once she was back in her cell, she collapsed onto all fours, heaving like a dog as she struggled to keep down the vile concoction. She pressed one hand to her stomach and sighed, supressing any thoughts she had about it, and just generally tried to distance herself from it. She listened to the guards outside, talking amongst themselves, anything was better than focusing on that terrible meal. She managed to prop herself up against the side of her cell and lolled her head towards them, listening in.
183. “Now, you’re the night-watchman for this particular prisoner and no-one else, understand?”
185. “Yes, sir.”
187. “Under no circumstances are you allowed to talk to this prisoner, understand?”
189. “Very good. Be on your guard, man.”
191. Joolira wasn’t too sure about what to think of this situation that was developing before her eyes. She had her own personal guard, placed outside her cell so that she couldn’t get up to her any mischief during the night. Of course for any ordinary prisoner that would have been a perfect solution, but for a magic user like Joolira, it was easily exploitable. She still retained a small amount of her magic power, left over from when she had absorbed it from the courtroom floor. She could use what she had left to seduce the guard, and win her an ally in her fight for freedom. She made her way over to the bars and peered through them, making sure that no-one else was about besides her night-watchman. Thankfully the coast was clear enough and she could begin to put her plan into action.
193. She started by allowing herself to resort to her full five feet in height. She massaged her curves as they returned to her, making soft moans and groans as she did so. She squeezed her hips and moaned in bliss as her body responded with pleasure. Her brain became cloudy as one hand slipped to her curving butt, whilst her other squeezed and circled her prominent breasts. She leant forward, as close to the guard’s ear that she could manage and began to softly lick her lips. Her tongue slid over her lips, coating them in a thick layer of saliva, before brushing over her teeth. She breathed her hot breath on the guard’s ear, making it shudder and twitch. She pushed her breasts through the bars and into his back. Her hips bucking forwards and her breasts squishing into the cold armour that the guard wore, she moaned seductively as her tender flesh came into contact with the armour.
195. “Come on, you know you want to turn around…”
197. “I c-can’t…I should-dn’t even be s-sa-aying this…” whimpered the guard.
199. “Awww don’t be like that, don’t you want to have some fun with little ol’ me?” purred Joolira.
201. “I-I just said I-I- c-can’t…”
203. “Come on, just turn around….” whispered the little temptress, taking her hand and tracing her fingers down the side of the guard’s head. She chuckled as she felt the beads of sweat running down the side of his face.
205. The guard gave in to his urges and turned his head towards the sound of her voice. His gaze was met with her glowing green eyes, and her smiling face. She giggled when she saw just how worried he looked, but the longer he stared into her eyes, the more his worries seemed to melt away, and the more he started to look gormless. Joolira traced her finger down his cheek and leant in close to the bars. Her stare intensified and she felt him become putty in her hands, he was hers now, she could ask anything of him and he would do so without question. She contemplated having him unlock the door to her cell, but she knew that she didn’t have enough magic left to fool the other guards. So she decided to settle for a good old Q&A, to learn about what she was dealing with.
207. “What is this social event that’s coming up?” asked Joolira.
209. “It’s a formal dinner party, for all the guards. Prisoners are allowed to attend, but only under certain circumstances. They must be listed on the good behaviour register, and even then they are relegated to basic helping duties,” replied the guard in an almost zombie-like tone.
211. “Would there be a way for me to get into the event, without being on that register?”
213. “A guard would need to choose you as their plus one for the evening, but all the guards here are male. The only females are you and the receptionist.”
215. “Will anyone else be in attendance?” continued the imp, her curiosity piqued.
217. “Occasionally a few members of the Elder council show up for a few hours, other than that, it is strictly for the staff of this facility.”
219. “Thank you, you’ve been most helpful to me,” responded Joolira, giving the guard a soft kiss in his nose.
221. The guard slumped to his feet, falling into a deep sleep. Joolira on the other hand felt rather drained, her body was now running on empty in terms of magic. She could just about manage to keep up her optical illusion, anything more than that and she risked exposing herself. She crossed back to her bed and lay upon it. In her mind she felt the cogs of her brain begin to whir and grind together. A plan was forming for the coming days, and these guards weren’t going to see it coming, not by a long shot.

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Joolira couldn't wait for the guards to return to her cell to collect her. All she had dreamed of during the night was her eventual escape and subsequent revenge on those that had incarcerated her. She had envisioned the looks on their faces, those terrified expressions, all trembling at the sight of her enormous body. Of course, that would take a lot of effort to accomplish, but she couldn’t think of a better place to do it than from a prison or correctional facility. The only other option would be to reveal herself to a town or city, but even then the populations of these places were so scattered, that she just wouldn’t get the same burst of attention. No, she needed to be carted off to somewhere secluded, but densely populated, and this was looking to be her best option. Upon hearing footsteps coming from the corridor outside her cell, she snapped out of her thoughts and stood by her cell door. Two bulky guards lumbered into view, bringing with them, two pairs of shackles and chains. The chains jingled as they swung by their feet, yet even as low as they swung, they didn’t become entangled around the legs of the guards. Joolira eyed them up as they approached, if she wasn’t coming down from the highs of growth, she probably would have attempted to antagonise them in her usual cheeky manner. Of course the high from growing did happen to bring about certain lusty feelings, and she could never resist being a slave to her urges. She pressed her back into the bars of her cell, grinding her backside against the vertical bars, the metal pole slipping between her flat cheeks. Her head tilted to the side, her lips pursed and her eyes glistening with an air of deviousness. “Hello boys…” she cooed. “What’s got you acting weird?” asked the fuzzier of the two guards, resembling something close to a bear in the dimmed light. “What? Can’t I get excited for my two big, strong guardsmen?” replied the imp, reaching above her head to grasp at the bars, rocking side to side. “Disgusting,” grumbled the other, shorter guard. His jet black fur made him practically invisible in this light, only the twinkle of his emerald eyes shone through the darkness. “Now, now, don’t be so quick to judge me, I can be fun, perhaps we could…play?” Both guards just shook their heads. This was a pathetic display; her flirting was clearly an effort to lull them into a false sense of security, so she could escape. They’d been trained to handle situations exactly like this one at the training sessions on their first day. Their instructor had suggested that brute force was the fastest way to quell a situation like this. Yet the most effective technique that they had been taught was to go along with the antics. That way, instead of themselves being lulled into the false sense of security, it was reversed, and Joolira would be the one to suffer. “Oh? You want to play? Well how about I unlock this cage and we have some of that…fun?” replied the bear guard, gesturing to his associate for the keys. “Yeah, we can play, do you want me to play nice or naughty?” whispered Joolira as she turned to face the guards, pushing her flat chest into the bars. “I see no other way, other than the naughty way…” replied the guard affectively, as he twisted the keys into the lock. The iron door of the cell swung open and Joolira sauntered out, pressing herself up against the bear guard. The other guard just watched on, handcuffs at the ready, poised to step in should Joolira’s flirting get too much for his associate. He jangled the chains as he stepped to the side, determined not to be drawn into the façade. Joolira stepped closer to her target, making sure to sway her body side to side as she approached the other guard. She stretched out an arm in his direction and contorted her fingers so that they beckoned him towards her. The guard remained still and Joolira could see that she was going to have to bring out the big guns to sway this guy. She began to focus on the guard and shut out the jangling chains of his associate. Then she began to remove the magical barrier that prevented them from seeing her five foot form. She stepped towards the bear as her body began to inch upwards, the rest of her body plumping as she walked. The bear was visibly shocked as he Joolira began to grow, right in front of his own eyes. He glanced over at his partner, who simply glanced back, shooting him a look that simply said ‘what?’ “You can’t tell me you aren’t seeing this!” exclaimed the bear. “What are you talking about? All I see is you getting involved in some debauched act with a prisoner,” replied his partner. “Just look at her! She’s growing!” The darker furred partner’s eyes widened and shot to Joolira, then back at his frightened partner, and then back at Joolira. His partner was losing -it; there was no way she was growing. Not even as a trick of the light or something else, she was still the same three foot imp that she had always been. He took a step closer to his partner, placing a hand on the bear’s shoulder. Joolira glared at him as he approached her target, she was close to stealing the keys to freedom from him, and nobody was going to stop that. She sped up the growth so that she quickly reached five feet. Her newly developed breasts swung softly as she walked, her rounder, fuller hips jiggled slightly. Every inch of her body was accentuated in some way, making her look even more attractive to the poor guard. She pressed her body against the guard and raised her head to his ears. “Shhh…Let yourself relax,” whispered the imp, her voice layered in so much seduction, it would make a succubus jealous. “Alright, that’s enough out of you, you little witch,” replied the second guard. The guard produced the handcuffs and slipped behind Joolira. He locked one of her hands into the cuffs and reached around for her other arm. Within seconds Joolira had been reduced from from sexy succubus, to chained animal. The bear calmed himself down, turning to look away from Joolira, just to get his mind in order. Had he hallucinated? Or was it simply some horrible trick at his expense? “Alright, come on, let’s get this troublemaker down to the docks, the Elders don’t want to be kept waiting.” “Yeah, you’re right, can’t ke-” The bear abruptly silenced himself as he turned around to face the pair. Somehow Joolira had managed to return to her original three feet, and now looked exactly how she had when they came to collect her. His partner stood behind the imp, one hand on her shoulder, and the other on his hip. Joolira smirked as her eyes met with his, that deviousness in her eyes glowing even brighter. She licked her lips and curled the edges of her mouth upwards, enhancing her smile to make him feel even more nervous. The bear approached Joolira and placed his shaky hand upon her other shoulder. Together, the two guardsmen made their way back through the snaking corridors and out into the Council chambers. From there she was led outside and down to the harbour, where a small boat had been prepped for her arrival. The guards were quick to hand her over to the ship’s captain, a lone sailor, dressed in a white and blue navy uniform. Joolira scanned the crowd, standing at the far back, she noticed the distinct robed clothes of the Elders, and she had a message for them. “I’ll be back! You’ll see! You’ll all suffer for what you’re doing!” she screamed. She couldn’t tell if they were actually moved by her outburst, but she did seem to affect the lone sailor. He bundled her into a small cage at the back of the boat almost impossibly fast. He probably wanted to silence her as soon as possible to prevent her from saying anything else she might regret. With Joolira successfully back under lock and key, the ship was launched, to the cheers of the crowd. The seas were calm as they set off on their journey to the offshore facility, but that didn’t stop Joolira from rocking the boat. “You know you could just throw me overboard, get rid of me for good,” she explained. “Hah, nice try. We all saw you come from the sea, there’s something about you and this water, some sort of connection, I reckon,” replied the salty old sailor. “There is a connection between me and that water, yes, but what good will it do me if I’m in this cage? How can I possibly get free?” “What if you turn into that huge creature again? Huh? How did that happen in the first place if not for this water?” “The water isn’t what caused that, it was uhm, a curse?” The sailor’s eyes widened. “A curse? What sort of curse?” “A mean curse, by a lost soul from a sunken wreck?” “By the gods! Yer a terrible liar!” scoffed the sailor. Joolira crossed her arms and pouted. It was one thing to get reduced to three feet from over hundreds, but now she was getting fooled by little old sea captains. The sea around her started to get a little more violent. Waves began to crash against the side of the boat, and the captain had to rush about the tiny vessel to make sure everything, including Joolira was secured. He fastened himself to his position at the other end of the ship, and looked at Joolira doubtingly. “Ya see how the weather is changing? That be an omen, an omen that yer some bad news, and the sooner I get ye off my ship the better. Better buckle up, miss, the ride’s about to get bumpy.” “With any luck, maybe I’ll get thrown overboard,” replied Joolira sarcastically. “Gods help us if ye do…” replied the captain, solemnly. The winds howled ever so slightly, and the boat began to rock side to side. Joolira was thrown from one side of the cramped cage to the other, whilst the captain seemed virtually unfazed by the whole thing. He just sat there, staring down at Joolira as though he expected her to pull of some sort of amazing escape trick. In response to his constant swearing, Joolira stuck her tongue out at him, and shortly after that, he turned back to watching the seas for any signs of danger. Whereas Joolira just attempted to take her mind of her whole situation, instead opting to imagine she was back at shore, chasing down those Elders. Despite the captain’s warning, the journey only seemed to take forever; the waves had been pretty manageable. Though she wasn’t looking forward to being incarcerated in this facility, she was looking forward to getting out of that forsaken cage. She was cramped, her limbs ached, and her head was sore; all in all it had been one hell of a trip. Surprisingly, despite the rough waters that she had endured on the journey over the sea, very little water had made its way into her cage. Even the lone sailor had kept surprisingly dry, despite spending the majority of the trip with his head over the edge of the boat. As they pulled into the docks, Joolira saw some heavy set guards approaching them at speed. Clearly people had been waiting for the moment when she was captured for quite some time. The door to her cage opened and she felt a chilly grip on her shoulder as she was pulled out of the cage and brought to her feet. “Come on, and don’t try anything funny this time, you’re not going to take anyone for a ride,” explained the sailor, as he helped her onto the wooden jetty. “Pfft, like I won’t be out of here within the week” scoffed Joolira as she was handed off to the other guards. She was taken away from the docks and led up the steps to the front door of the facility, and flanked by even more guards; she was let inside and up to the reception. She didn’t drag her feet; in fact she was almost excited. From here she was going to develop her revenge, she was going to show everyone here just who they were dealing with. But for now she was content with spending the night in a room or whatever accommodation they had, it was sure to be better than a cell. She stood at the reception desk, waiting for the receptionist to surface, her feet idly tapped against the marble floor, making soft slapping noise. Eventually the receptionist returned to her post. She was a tall, shark lady, dressed in a tight fitting blouse, and a barely legal skirt. A pair of small spectacles balanced on her grey snout. Her thighs stood taller than Joolira, and as she took her seat on the chair behind the reception desk, it began to creak. The chair was practically groaning under her frame, and Joolira was certain that she heard her knees hit against the underside of the desk. All in all the woman was exceptionally intimidating to be holding a receptionist position, Joolira was certain that she was more suited for upper management. Still, the shark peered over her glasses, also peeking over the other side of the desk to spot Joolira. “What have we here?” asked the receptionist, her voice almost sounding like it was growling, despite its calm tone. “Another one for processing, ma’am,” answered one of the guards. “Very well, what is the name of the client?” asked the receptionist as she reached for a form. “Joolira!” piped up the imp. “Mhm…occupation?” “Sea witch,” replied Joolira. “The word ‘witch’ flags up a special category in our process, do you happen to have any magical abilities?” “I can absorb water and use it to change my body,” answered Joolira, smugly. The receptionist shot Joolira a disproving glance, before taking a stamp from her desk and stamping the processing form. “She’s done, take her to the cells.” The guards took hold of Joolira’s shoulder and dragged her to the left of the desk, taking her the way that the receptionist had just come from. The contrast between the two areas was something astronomical. Whilst the reception had a shiny marble floor, complete with pillars holding up a second floor, and elegant stone archways, the prison was a cold and grey area, with just rows and rows of cells, all piled upon one another. The room itself seemed to stretch on forever, the guards patrolling each floor looking like mere ants at the highest point. Joolira’s jaw dropped open, sure she hadn’t expected there to be luxury rooms for people who were considered criminals, but she expected it to be far better than another cell. As she walked past the cells, and ascended up to the higher levels, she couldn’t help but notice just how sullen everyone looked. It was like they had been drained of all their will, they certainly didn’t seem like your typical criminal. Even stranger than the condition of some of the individuals, was the fact that the higher she ascended, the more lively the patrons seemed to become. It was like whatever had been affecting those lower down, had yet to reach those on the upper levels. Joolira mused upon what the cause could be as the guards placed her inside her cell and locked the door. Her cell was located around the halfway mark in the room’s vertical scale. “Whilst you’re here, you’ll be on a strict food plan, based on your unique dietary needs. You’ll eat after everyone else, so there’s no chance of you getting your hands on some water, or any other liquids. You will return to your cell after every activity, and under no circumstances are you to leave your cell unaccompanied. Understand?” Joolira dismissed the guard with a wave of her hand and approached her bed. Though whether or not it could be called a bed was another matter altogether. Its general appearance was that someone had chained a concrete slab to her the wall. Even the pillow looked yellowed as though it hadn’t seen a good cleaning since the day it had been created. In the corner of the room was a small wash basin, along with a small mirror both of which stood just a little too tall for the imp. The only light in the cell came through the bars, which meant that the back of her quarters were unnaturally dark. She sat on the hard surface that would act as her mattress, lifting her legs up and rotating herself. Her tiny body only covered about half of the surface, making her look like a baby due to be changed. She nudged the pillow with her head, knocking it off the makeshift bed; there was no way she was sleeping with that. She closed her eyes and began to dream about the up and coming mealtime. She envisioned a grand dining area, rows upon rows of tables, each one filled to with hungry patrons, and Joolira was right in the middle of them. Despite that the guards had mentioned she would be eating after everyone else had finished, she still envisioned herself right in the thick of it. Tensions were running high in the dream cafeteria; the patrons were becoming sick of getting the same terrible food. Suddenly a bowl of lumpy porridge was hurled over their heads, hitting some poor unfortunate. In retaliation a cup of water was hurled back, the water coming splashing down on Joolira. That of course, was just the beginning, within seconds a full on fight had broken out amongst those in the cafeteria. Joolira saw this as the perfect opportunity to expose herself to even more water. She clambered up on the table, clutching whatever food she could get her hands on and lobbed it in every conceivable direction. The repercussions of her actions were that everyone turned their attention to the mischievous imp. Water, questionable food, and even cutlery were hurled in her direction. The water splashed against her, and she wasted no time in soaking it up, channelling it all into her natural ability. She dodged the airborne spoons and forks, but failed to avoid some of the bowls of food, meaning she was covered in less than desirable foodstuffs. She realised that now was as good a time as any for her to unleash her true form upon the viewers. She focused for a moment, and then began to allow herself to grow. Her body filled out, her hips widened, her butt became plumper, and breasts began to become more prominent. She didn’t waste the attention she received as she quickly grew over a foot in height. The guards were still trying to detain the patrons that were still engaged in the food fighting, giving Joolira much more time to grow out of their reach. She ran her finger seductively down her chest, and smirked as she saw all the shocked faces. She stepped forward, making sure to shake her backside at the onlookers, as she strolled down the table, like it were nothing more than a catwalk. Her height steadily increased, and she could feel the lust that these characters felt for her, but Joolira was nothing if not a great tease. She cupped her hands to her breasts, letting them fill out behind her hands, but she didn’t reveal them to her watchers. Wolf whistles and other lusty cries filled the air as she continued to sway those hips in a manner most erotic. One of the patrons even attempted to clamber upon the table to get to her, but his face soon met with Joolira’s steadily expanding foot, as she teased him back down. “Nobody gets to touch…” she cooed. By now the imp had grown the seven feet, and the table was starting to strain under her weight. She towered over the majority of the inmates; some of the taller ones were shorter than her by an inch or two. None of the guards came close to her height, and one by one they were starting to notice the transformation that was taking place. Most of the guards attempted to fight their way through the crowds, whilst the others marched their captives out of the hall. Joolira felt a rush of pleasure spread through her body as she felt their eyes boring into her, soaking up every inch of her blue form. Cracks were starting to form in the table as she approached nine feet in height. Her hips thickened further, and her legs bulged outwards, becoming a little muscular as well as shapelier. Her breasts spilled through her fingers, the pale white flesh beneath yearning for release. She let out a slight moan as she slid her hands away from her chest, letting those expanding bosoms break out. They surged forth like springs, flowing ever outwards, before coming to a rest just above her midriff. The table had taken all it could bear, and with one final groan, it split asunder. Joolira fell down, her eleven foot frame crashing to the floor. She was swarmed by lusty prisoners, all clambering around her just to witness her awesomeness first hand. The fall had caused Joolira to feel woozy, her mind reeling as she tried to get her bearings. Despite her still increasing size, she was finding it hard to focus. She could hear her subjects calling out to her, but she was doubtful of their intentions. She put a hand to her head and gave it a little shake, but still she felt like everything was slipping away. She looked up at the crowd, only to see that everything seemed to be elongating, drawing further and further out of her grasp. It was like she was being pulled out of the cafeteria, like it was a set on a film lot. It just kept going until she was left there, in a space where there was nothing but black. She could hear a voice calling to her, calling to her from outside this dream world. “Wake up!” came a voice to snap her out of her dream. Joolira’s eyes shot open and her body sat bolt upright, scowling at whoever had dared to wake her from the beautiful dream she had been having. A guard was stood at her cell door, what appeared to be a truncheon in his hands. He ran it across the bars of the cell, idly passing the time and paying her no real attention. He glanced over at the visually upset imp and smirked, his hands ceasing movement. “What do you want?” breathed Joolira, her scowl only deepening. “It’s time for your mandatory thirty minutes of exercise, as per facility regulations.” replied the guard. “Really? You woke me up for that? Pfft, come back when it’s dinnertime,” Joolira responded, lying back down. “I’m afraid it’s mandatory, we don’t make exceptions for ‘special dreams’,” mocked the guard. Joolira glared at the guard, and if looks could in fact kill, that particular guard would have suffered eternal damnation. She slid herself off the stone bed and walked over to the guard, holding out both her hands. However, instead of placing handcuffs on her wrists, the guard just looked at her with confusion. Joolira looked from her wrists, up to the guard and then back again, hinting for him to put the cuffs on her. The guard still didn’t get it, he just stood there with his truncheon in hand, idly tapping his foot on the floor. “Well? Aren’t you going to detain me?” she asked. “Haha! Detain you? What sort of a threat can you be? This whole area is a dry zone, no water for you to manipulate for your magic.” He took Joolira by the shoulder and led her out of the cell; still laughing at just how dumb Joolira appeared to be. The imp wasn’t impressed by his attitude, she was a force to be reckoned with, not something to make the butt of someone’s jokes. She begrudgingly allowed herself to be shown where the gym was, and it turned out that it was only a short walk away from her cell. She entered into the gym and found that it was virtually empty, apart from a few individuals scattered about the place. Running machines and weights seemed to be the order of the day, or at least that was all that had been put out for use. Using her apparent freedom, Joolira sulked over to a running machine and climbed onto it. It was a simple apparatus, a platform with handles on the sides, around the platform was a rubber belt, and that appeared to be it. There was no display or anything she could use to track her progress; she just seemed to be expected to run. So that’s exactly what she did, she started to walk briskly, and to her surprise the belt began to spin underneath her. At first it matched her pace, but as she tried to keep going faster than it, she ended up breaking into a jog. Joolira could already tell this was going to be a long thirty minutes. She managed to hold her pace steady at a fast jog, as she surveyed the rest of the characters in the room with her. In the northern part of the room sat the heavy weights users, using the more powerful machines. Their huge muscles flexed furiously as they struggled to push themselves higher and higher up the chain of physical fitness. The eastern area of the room was where Joolira had situated herself, and evidently it didn’t seem to be all that popular. She was the only one using this entire section of the room. Behind her lay the door she had come in through, which was being well guarded by a few of the security detail. To the south sat more weight machines, and something else that caught her eye. There was small group, huddled together behind some of the apparatuses, just out of sight of security. Joolira squinted and was sure she could just make out one of the group presenting another with what looked to be ale. A lightbulb lit up in Joolira’s mind. She had a fairly good idea as to what it was that her keen eye hand uncovered. She had found what appeared to be a smuggling ring. Suddenly her plan for revenge didn’t seem like it was going to be all that far away. If she could sway the leader of this little smuggling ring, she could have them bring in gallon upon gallon of water for her. Oh the chaos she could cause with such resources. But first, before she could cause any of that chaos, she would have to meet with the leader, and to do that, she would have to figure out who that was. She grabbed hold of the handles either side of the running machine and applied the brakes. Gradually her speed decreased and she was able to hop off the running machine. She made a bee line for the other weight lifting machines near where the group of smugglers was meeting. She acted calm and collected as she approached the machine, pretending to be more focused on the machine than on her actual prey. She selected her weight setting and took a seat on the bench provided by the machine. She placed her hands on the lifter bar and tensed, and then she began to listen. “How many more crates of this stuff have we got coming in?” asked one member. “About 45,” replied another. “45? Are you crazy? How are we meant to sneak that much ale past the guards?” “Relax boys, I’m the best smuggler this prison has ever seen, there hasn’t been a single object that I can’t get past those idiots, understand?” answered a third voice. Joolira cocked her head to the side and glanced at the group. Most of them had bowed their heads and were mumbling something under their breath, but there was one who stood proud instead. Joolira correctly deduced him to be the leader of the group, and the one who had bragged about being the best smuggler about. The smuggler himself appeared to be a weasel of sorts; he was wearing a ragged red jumpsuit, his long, slender tail poking out the back. He held his arms crossed in a defiant pose, and was surprisingly tall from the position that Joolira was in. His face was mostly obscured, but she could just make out a golden tooth as she cracked a half-hearted smile. Satisfied with her findings, Joolira got up from the machine and began her approach, being wary of how she walked, she didn’t want to alarm them after all. Sadly, despite her best efforts to make her approach as smooth as possible, she couldn’t control the behaviour of the others. Over on the northern side of the room, a fight had broken out, and from what Joolira managed to pick up, it seemed to be about who had the biggest pectoral muscles. The security were whipped up into a frenzy, the bulk of them charging for the musclebound morons, hoping to quell the situation, whilst the rest began to round up the remaining prisoners and escort them back to their cells. Joolira cursed her luck as her handler came and dragged her back to her cell, before she could even get a word in with the smuggler. She’d remember his face though, and once they met up again, they would have a long and lengthy conversation about what he could do for her. Once she was safely locked up her cell, a loud, booming chime rang through the cell block. It consisted of three ‘bongs’ being played repeatedly in a descending, then ascending pitch, for around a minute. Joolira pressed her face up against the bars and looked out onto the walkway, expecting to see someone sitting there with a xylophone and a microphone. Instead she just saw guards, lots and lots of guards, all lined up against the railings, peering down below. Of course from Joolira’s point of view she couldn’t see below her, so all she got was the backs of their heads. “Prisoners are reminded that committing acts not sanctioned by the facility, will result in an extra dose of your behavioural recalibration therapy,” came a voice that Joolira instantly recognised at the receptionist that had processed her. “Secondly, anyone who is caught committing such acts, will be exempt from the upcoming social event, and will be forced to do manual labour.” Her voice disappeared in a crackle, only to be replaced by the familiar three bongs. Joolira pondered upon what this social event might actually be, and whether or not she could actually use it to her advantage. As she opened up a new branch of thought in her head, she quickly realised that she needed some way to write her thoughts down, lest she forget something important. The guards outside her cell began to continue with their rounds as the bongs came to a close, disappearing in a crackle, just like the voice before them. Joolira stuck her hand out of the cell and waved it wildly. Her signalling managed to flag down a guard, who then proceeded to push her hand back into her cell with his truncheon. “What is it?” he sighed, clearly a little fed up. “Can you get me a pen? So I can keep track of how many days I’ve been held in here or something,” replied the imp. “Hah! You must be joking, lass. You’re not allowed anything that can be used as a weapon, nobody takes any chances around here, especially not with someone as dangerous as yourself.” “The sooner I get out of here the better…” mumbled Joolira. “Oh haha! Another good one, you’re a regular comedian. You aren’t getting out of here for a long long time, and even then, you’re not going to be the same person you are now” Joolira dismissed the guard with a wave of the same hand she had used to catch his attention in the first place. She crossed back to her bed and hoisted herself onto it, and laid her head back against the wall. Her stomach grumbled loudly, she hadn’t eaten all day, but that as it may be, she still couldn’t get excited for her ‘special dietary plan’. Just the thought of having her meals messed with unnerved her, she wouldn’t be able to find out what they were putting into her food, and she would have no choice but to eat it. She sighed and rested her hand on her stomach, feeling it gurgle and writhe under her touch. Despite how strongly she opposed whatever her meals would be, she hoped they would hurry up, she needed food and she needed it fast. Unfortunately it turned out to be a whole three hours before the guards came to collect her for her meal. She had watched as every other prisoner had been taken down to the cafeteria about an hour and half prior to her collection. She’d been near desperate to join them, her stomach felt pained every time she thought of them tucking into their meals. But now her moment had come, she was being marched down these corridors to her salvation. She filed past the prisoners who were returning to their cells after their meals were done, none of them looked impressed. So if their reactions were anything to go by, Joolira certainly wasn’t going to be impressed. She rounded a corner and came face to face with the cafeteria door, or rather the door frame. Standing in that door frame was the smuggler she had seen back at the gym a few hours earlier. Overcome with a rush of sudden adrenaline she charged forward, breaking past the guards and inmates that surrounded her. She tackled the weasel to the floor and pressed her head up against his ear. “We need to talk…” she whispered. The guards were quick to act and pulled her off the weasel, leaving him bemused, but aware of what she had said. Other guards helped the weasel to his feet, but most were focused on escorting Joolira to the cafeteria without any further mess ups. She was seated at a table by herself, guards posted all around her whilst the chef brought her a steaming bowl of something. The bowl was placed in front of her and almost immediately Joolira turned her nose up at it. The mess in the bowl vaguely resembled porridge, except with every last bit of water sucked out of it. It was just a mess of barely moist goop. She shoved the bowl away and stuck out her green tongue, making a ‘yuck’ sound. The chef shrugged his shoulders and reached forward for the bowl. He only stopped as Joolira’s stomach growled loudly, causing her to feel another rush of pain. She clutched her stomach and turned to look at the plate of goop. Sure it didn’t look at all appetising, but this was all she was getting for the foreseeable future, and besides, it couldn’t taste as bad as it looked, right? She reached out and pulled the bowl back to her, picking up a nearby spoon in the process. She submerged the spoon into the goo and pulled it out. The spoon resisted as she pulled, but it swung free with an almighty ‘schlurp’. Joolira shuddered as she brought the spoon to her lips, she inhaled the scent of boiled oats and pushed the spoon into her mouth. The taste of the food hit her like a brick, it felt as though she was sucking on liquidised wood, or something of a similar degree. It tasted vile, and even as she swallowed, it felt stodgy and sat in the pit of her stomach. She reached back for another spoonful, even though her brain was pleading with her not to take another. As she brought the next spoonful into her mouth she wretched a little, but still she went back for more. Her brain switched onto auto-pilot, she was no longer thinking about the food, she was just eating until there was nothing left to eat. Once the bowl was done with, the chef took it from her, and the guards roughly took her back to her cell. Once she was back in her cell, she collapsed onto all fours, heaving like a dog as she struggled to keep down the vile concoction. She pressed one hand to her stomach and sighed, supressing any thoughts she had about it, and just generally tried to distance herself from it. She listened to the guards outside, talking amongst themselves, anything was better than focusing on that terrible meal. She managed to prop herself up against the side of her cell and lolled her head towards them, listening in. “Now, you’re the night-watchman for this particular prisoner and no-one else, understand?” “Yes, sir.” “Under no circumstances are you allowed to talk to this prisoner, understand?” “Very good. Be on your guard, man.” Joolira wasn’t too sure about what to think of this situation that was developing before her eyes. She had her own personal guard, placed outside her cell so that she couldn’t get up to her any mischief during the night. Of course for any ordinary prisoner that would have been a perfect solution, but for a magic user like Joolira, it was easily exploitable. She still retained a small amount of her magic power, left over from when she had absorbed it from the courtroom floor. She could use what she had left to seduce the guard, and win her an ally in her fight for freedom. She made her way over to the bars and peered through them, making sure that no-one else was about besides her night-watchman. Thankfully the coast was clear enough and she could begin to put her plan into action. She started by allowing herself to resort to her full five feet in height. She massaged her curves as they returned to her, making soft moans and groans as she did so. She squeezed her hips and moaned in bliss as her body responded with pleasure. Her brain became cloudy as one hand slipped to her curving butt, whilst her other squeezed and circled her prominent breasts. She leant forward, as close to the guard’s ear that she could manage and began to softly lick her lips. Her tongue slid over her lips, coating them in a thick layer of saliva, before brushing over her teeth. She breathed her hot breath on the guard’s ear, making it shudder and twitch. She pushed her breasts through the bars and into his back. Her hips bucking forwards and her breasts squishing into the cold armour that the guard wore, she moaned seductively as her tender flesh came into contact with the armour. “Come on, you know you want to turn around…” “I c-can’t…I should-dn’t even be s-sa-aying this…” whimpered the guard. “Awww don’t be like that, don’t you want to have some fun with little ol’ me?” purred Joolira. “I-I just said I-I- c-can’t…” “Come on, just turn around….” whispered the little temptress, taking her hand and tracing her fingers down the side of the guard’s head. She chuckled as she felt the beads of sweat running down the side of his face. The guard gave in to his urges and turned his head towards the sound of her voice. His gaze was met with her glowing green eyes, and her smiling face. She giggled when she saw just how worried he looked, but the longer he stared into her eyes, the more his worries seemed to melt away, and the more he started to look gormless. Joolira traced her finger down his cheek and leant in close to the bars. Her stare intensified and she felt him become putty in her hands, he was hers now, she could ask anything of him and he would do so without question. She contemplated having him unlock the door to her cell, but she knew that she didn’t have enough magic left to fool the other guards. So she decided to settle for a good old Q&A, to learn about what she was dealing with. “What is this social event that’s coming up?” asked Joolira. “It’s a formal dinner party, for all the guards. Prisoners are allowed to attend, but only under certain circumstances. They must be listed on the good behaviour register, and even then they are relegated to basic helping duties,” replied the guard in an almost zombie-like tone. “Would there be a way for me to get into the event, without being on that register?” “A guard would need to choose you as their plus one for the evening, but all the guards here are male. The only females are you and the receptionist.” “Will anyone else be in attendance?” continued the imp, her curiosity piqued. “Occasionally a few members of the Elder council show up for a few hours, other than that, it is strictly for the staff of this facility.” “Thank you, you’ve been most helpful to me,” responded Joolira, giving the guard a soft kiss in his nose. The guard slumped to his feet, falling into a deep sleep. Joolira on the other hand felt rather drained, her body was now running on empty in terms of magic. She could just about manage to keep up her optical illusion, anything more than that and she risked exposing herself. She crossed back to her bed and lay upon it. In her mind she felt the cogs of her brain begin to whir and grind together. A plan was forming for the coming days, and these guards weren’t going to see it coming, not by a long shot.