
Megan Prince looked up from the back of her current customer, a muscular
blond werewolf who must have been two meters tall. "Hey sis." She said, the buzz
of her tattoo gun dying as she spoke.

"Hello Megan." Replied Vanessa. There was something in her eyes that
made Megan uneasy. Megan was the second youngest in the Prince family,
and it had meant that she spent the most time with Vanessa out of any
of her sisters growing up. There had always been something sinister about
her younger sister. When they fought as girls Vanessa would always take too
long to stop hurting her, and there had been a few incidents with rodents which
Megan had never told anyone else about. Vanessa's cruelty had reached its
peak when Megan started to develop and her younger sister remained flat
as a board. Now the situation was reversed, but at the time the difference
had enraged Vanessa. Then all of Vanessa's viciousness had disappeared over
the course of a single surreal month when Megan was 14 and her sister was 13.
Somehow Vanessa seemed to have developed the famous Prince charm overnight,
and if she occasionally used her newfound charisma to embarrass or belittle
someone she always made them feel important and included soon after. Still,
Megan never quite got over the conviction that her sister was a sociopath,
and there was something in Vanessa's eyes now which set the hair on the
back of her neck on end.

"I'm almost done with this piece. Let me finish up here, and I'll be right
with you." She said turning back to the intricate abstract she was covering
her customer's back with. The shapes seemed to writhe as she put her needle
to the skin, and she carefully threaded a bit of her magic into the inkwell
of her tattoo gun. As she worked, Vanessa sat on one of the unoccupied benches
and watched her. Her eyes felt heavy on Megan's fingers, and she was worried she
might make a mistake for the first time in a long time. She need not have
worried. The werewolf was delighted when he saw the design in a mirror.

A moment later she was alone with her sister, "So what brings you around?" She
had grown to enjoy the company of her sister in the last few years, but she
did not trust her and ever instinct was screaming at Megan to stay on her guard.

Vanessa's smile was enough to tell Megan she should be running. "I just have a
spell I wanted to show you."

That was enough to spur Megan into action. Her fingers snapped through magical
forms rapidly and the wards on her neck started to glow, but then a hammer blow
of mystical energy slammed into her defenses. Her magic held together, but
barely, and she pointed her hands towards her younger sister. Electricity
coursed down the circuits inked into her arms and flew off the tips of her
fingers, but her sister was no longer there. Megan gasped in surprise when
she felt hot fingers press into her neck on either side. At the touch of
her sisters hand's she could feel the magic etched into her flesh come
unraveled.  Once her wards were down she was at her more powerful sister's
mercy.

"What are you doing to me?" Asked Megan, unable to keep a quaver out of her
voice.

"I'm taking your power for myself." Replied Vanessa simply.

"But that's impossible. You'll never retain it!"

Vanessa smiled indulgently, "Oh, I can't take your power directly, but we
are Princes. There are other routes available to us." It was then that
Megan noticed the looseness of her shirt around her breasts. Normally the
black tank she wore while working was taught across her firm 32DD globes,
but now the black fabric was slowly falling like a deflating air mattress.
She watched in horror as the opposite seemed to be happening to Vanessa.
Her breasts grew slowly, pushing into her large bra until the outline was
visible through her tight red turtle neck. It was not just her bust that
Vanessa was taking Megan realized. She was sinking lower in her seat as
her sister stole the curves from her ass and hips. Vanessa's tight pencil
skirt was already starting to rip from the pressure of her growth. Megan could
not see her own face from here, but judging from the way that Vanessa
seemed to be growing more and more beautiful, Megan doubted that she
would be able to capture men with a smoky look as she was used to in the
future. "I'm taking everything from you Megan. I'm taking those perky
boobs, and that juicy ass. I'm taking those toned muscles and your
beautiful, silky hair.  I'm taking the very essence of your femininity."
Vanessa's smile was sharp enough to make the wind bleed. Her smile
turned into a moan of pleasure as her skirt ripped apart under the
onslaught of her growing ass.

When it was over Megan was struck by Vanessa's presence. Being the most
beautiful of the Prince witches had made Vanessa powerful enough, but
the combined beauty of two Princes was almost a physical thing. Megan
doubted there was a man alive who could resist her sister. A part of
her wanted to forgive her. Surely someone that beautiful could not be
evil.

"This was nothing personal Megan. You just had something I wanted."
Vanessa said, apparently oblivious to Megan's tears. "I should warn
you that this is a reality shifting spell. To everyone else it will
be as if I always looked this way, and you always looked," she paused
making a face of distaste, "that way. If you try to tell them, they
will just think you are crazy. We will both have memories of two
different lives. Try to accept the one you are living now as the truth.
It will hurt less." With that Vanessa gestured at her fallen skirt, causing
it to leap back onto her hips, now somehow the right size. Then she turned
on her heel and walked out the door.

When Megan got up the courage to look at herself in a mirror she almost
screamed. She was hideous. Vanessa had taken much more than just her Prince
beauty. Megan no longer even looked like a woman. Her desiccated frame
hardly looked human. Vanessa had told her that telling anyone would be
useless, but Megan resolved not to let her sister psyche her out. She pulled
out her phone and pulled up the number of the leader of the north east coven,
who also happened to be her mother. She tried to press the call button, but
something stopped her. She tried again and got distracted by a bit of light
on the ground for five minutes. After a third attempt left her numb and
motionless for a terrifying hour, she gave up. Apparently Vanessa had not
wanted to take any chances with others finding out.

When Vanessa arrived back at her house she snapped her fingers and her
too tight bra re-sized itself to her new frame. She had allowed the garment
to dig into her soft flesh on the walk home to prolong the sensation of growth,
but it would not do for her mother to see her in such ill fitting clothes.
Humming to herself, she walked back inside.
