Painted Desires

 

Artwork - Dudeunderscore

Ellie adjusted her black, rectangular glasses as her amber eyes continued to be transfixed by a painting of a grand mage hung upon the wall of the large library within the Knights of Favonius headquarters. The small woman seemed lost in thought, her nerves written across her slim face. She couldn’t help but compare herself to the woman in the painting, Lisa, who seemed to tower over her as much as the tall, hard-wood bookshelves lining the walls. The morning sunlight shining through the tall, steel-framed windows accented the particles of dust floating about the library, many of the books ancient and extensive in their cataloging of history and fables of old. It all felt far bigger and more important than her, a task ill-fit for a nerdy, bookworm commoner.

Clutching a few books close to her chest, Ellie continued to gaze into the eyes of the painting. Lisa’s image bore confidence within a calm, composed demeanor—something Ellie could only dream of having. A languid individual was Lisa, loving her sleep, but one who nonetheless took her job seriously and always knew exactly what to do with whatever troubled her. Such proficiency and refinement were evident in every aspect of her as a person, even down to her svelte looks for which Ellie admired. The painting captured her beautifully, fair skin, green eyes, and wavy, light-brown hair tied in a loose side ponytail. Her outfit consisted of a purple and white dress with open slits at the sides and gold embroidery, along with black gloves with pale purple trim, a large, purple witch’s hat, black lace stockings, black high heels, and an earring visible on one ear. A gold necklace holding her purple, electro vision (gifts bestowed upon chosen mortals by the gods which grant elemental abilities) fell above her cleavage, clasped to her dress. Reflecting her favorite flower, a motif of roses was present throughout her outfit, with a pale purple one pinned to her hat, one tied to her ponytail, and a large ornamental gold rose attached to the belt on her hip.

She truly was as beautiful as a rose and Ellie couldn’t help but wallow in how she looked by comparison. She was a thin looking thing, her clothes hanging loose. She never had much a sense for fashion, nor the money to commit to anything more than the basic. Her wardrobe for today was puffy, loose fitting short shorts with a brown crossover belt, a thigh strap on one leg, brown leggings with tan colored heels and a plain, dark brown underbust corset held over a light tan short-sleeve, button-up blouse. It was a casual style typical of the city-state of Mondstadt where she resided, nothing standout. She usually wore a dark brown choker as well with a medallion attached, but had forgone wearing it today. Not that it would’ve made Ellie feel any more pretty, her self-esteem a constant blight onto her mood as of late.

Just as it seemed Ellie would be stuck in her mental molasses for the rest of the day, she felt a reassuring grab at her shoulder. Turning around, she was greeted by the sight of the woman she admired even more than Lisa, Jean, the current Acting Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius. As Grandmaster, it was her duty to make sure the Knights ran like a well-oiled machine and act as the lawmen of Mondstadt, keeping its citizens safe, upholding the laws for all. It was tireless work maintaining the City of Freedom. Which is why it shocked Ellie that Jean had the time to check in on her. She hadn’t seen Jean since her first few days on the job several weeks ago.

Ellie could feel her knees lightly shake. To be in the presence of the Dandelion Knight herself in the state she was in was nerve-wracking. The righteous and rigorous Jean surely must have been disappointed seeing her new librarian so distracted. Like every other woman she looked up to in her life, Ellie’s short stature made her feel insignificant, as if her heroes were dwarfing her.

The beauty of Jean shined bright within the cascading natural lights seeping into the library, her warm smile and shimmering grey-blue eyes like that of a parent welcoming their child. She was tall, with an athletic build, fair skin and medium-length gold-blonde hair tied back into a ponytail. She wore a white, blue, black, and red strapless shirt with gold symbols and linings along with a long blue coattail attached to it, a pair of separate white sleeves, and a short blue and gold cloak. Her toned legs stood out within her white tights, embroidered with gold diamond-dot patterns, capped off with a pair of white, high-heeled knee-high boots with gold patterns and black heels. The gold cross earrings she wore sparkled in the light like her glimmering eyes. To Ellie, she was the image of perfection.

The hand Jean had placed on Ellie’s shoulder lifted and moved to gently brush some nervous sweat from her cheek. Jean then said, “A successful day starts from the morning. You giving it your all today?”

“A-Ah, yes Jean o-of course!” Ellie stammered while attempting to fix some of her disheveled hair with her free hand. She tried avoiding looking Jean in the eyes.

“I hear you’ve been working hard Ellie.” Jean commented with a bright tone, but hints of worry. “But you mustn’t overdo it. Great work earns a good rest.”

Ellie began to shelve the books she was holding and replied, “Oh I wouldn’t dare Jean! Seeing how hard you and the Knights of Favonius work for the people of Mondstadt… W-What kind of librarian would I be to you all, how could I ever live up to Lisa, if I were to succumb to such basic duties?”

Jean leaned a bit and gave an inquisitive look, before staring up at the painting of Lisa. In the artwork, Lisa was standing relaxed, with a serene look upon her face, placing a hand on a small stack of books on a wooden table within the library.

“Indeed… it must be daunting having Lisa watch over you all the time.” Jean said, walking up alongside Ellie who looked up at her a tad confused. “Lisa is the one who left this painting behind before she departed on her personal journey. She said it would allow her to keep an eye on any troublemakers.”

Jean gave a small chuckle before her expression slightly soured.

“When Lisa was around, I always had peace of mind.”

Before Ellie could muster up any words of comfort, Jean looked her way and said, “On behalf of the Knights of Favonius, I wish to thank you for your wonderful work Ellie. Please remember to rest from time to time.”

With a smile Jean turned around, ready to return to her office, until Ellie nervously spouted, “M-Master Jean! Later I… I have something I’d like to tell you later. A-After my works been completed of course.”

“Of course.” Jean replied, before leaving Ellie alone.

Ellie sulked as she thought about how rough Jean had been having it ever since Lisa left. Most who knew the two well in Mondstadt figured that they were an item or at the very least really close behind the scenes. No one truly knew why Lisa left—some figured for pursuit of greater knowledge or to be lazy somewhere free of duty. Jean never spoke of the reason.

The timid woman wished she could be there for Jean as Lisa had been, to be of greater help to her beyond a simple librarian and to gain her affections. The thing Ellie wanted to tell Jean later, was that she loved her. She was sure she wasn’t alone as many in Mondstadt idolized Jean, likely even lusted for her too.

Ellie pulled out from her pocket her choker she often wore, this time brandishing instead of a medallion, a purple vision—which she had neglected to tell anyone she possessed. She slowly fashioned it onto her neck and lightly touched the vision. A week ago she had awoken to a large crackling sound within her bedroom as a vision was bestowed upon her by the gods. At first she thought they must be mocking her, giving her an electro vision like Lisa, the woman whose shoes she was trying to fill. Surely she wasn’t cut out for possessing a vision. But as the days went on, she began thinking of it more as an opportunity to live up to the lofty expectations. It was through this brewing confidence that she decided she would confess her feelings to Jean and rise above her sheltered, timid self.

Clutching her vision tightly, she felt a few sparks hit her palm. Ellie closed her eyes and tried picturing her ideal self. All that came to mind though was Lisa. She couldn’t keep her out of her head and so began to idealize her instead. She pictured the Lisa in the painting, only shapelier, with larger breasts, fat thighs and wider hips. Lisa was giving a seductive smile while flirtatiously lifting the bottom of her dress with one hand to reveal her black lingerie beneath.

Ellie backed against the painting, sticking a hand into her dampening panties. Her breathing quickened as she began to finger, her dream Lisa gesturing for her to come close. Ellie approached, and her arousal grew, as did the electrical energy flickering from her vision. Her hair stood on end as a warm current  began to flow through her, sparks literally flying off her body as she lost herself in the fantasy.

Imagining her idol’s large bosom enveloping her head while being pulled into an embrace, Ellie began moaning Lisa’s name. Unknown to her, the vision within the Lisa painting was glowing with the same brilliance as her own, trails of electricity converging and connecting with the one she wore. A harsh current quickly shot down her arm to her hand below, sending a startling spark through her fingertips and into her snatch. She bucked and was sent over the edge, her entire body tensing in an orgasm. Her cries of pleasure elevated, but she was quick to cover her mouth and hold back their true sonority.

Thankfully the library was empty, and she was able to bask in the glow of the morning, the electricity fading from her shivering body. After taking a moment, she smiled and turned to face the painting once more, feeling strangely refreshed. But she was quick to worry again once she saw what had become of the painting. It had changed, the Lisa from before replaced with an exact replica of what Ellie had pictured in her mind—big boobs and inviting with a lifted dress.

Suddenly, without warning and before she could even muse on what this meant, tendrils of runny paint fired out from the artwork and wrapped around the back of Ellie’s head like straps, pulling her in. She face-planted into the painting, sinking into what had become a deep, viscous pool of paint that extended beyond the flat plane of its surface. She found herself buried into the same spot she was moments ago in her mind, Lisa’s bosom. She was getting a mouthful, the painting’s excretions not only pouring down Ellie’s throat like a thick swill, but into her eyes and any other orifice it could find on her face. It was smooth to the touch and glided gently into her, no pain at all, and the taste of it on her tongue was like rich milk.

Despite the bizarre pleasantries of the sensation, Ellie screamed within the painting, the rest of her body wriggling outside of it, kicking and pushing at the wall to free her head. Paint splashed about due to her thrashing, staining her clothes and skin. The flecks that fell onto her clothing began to seep into them and spread like a wildfire of color. The purples, whites, and golds of Lisa’s outfit were painting the canvas of Ellie’s clothing. Her corset and shorts became purple with gold and black embroidery, while her leggings and blouse were dyed white and her heels gold and black. Her belt became gold, with an elegant purple rose blossoming around the buckle like a stamp of approval from Lisa herself.

Ellie couldn’t see any of this of course, her head deep within the bosom abyss, forcibly guzzling the flowing, living paint. Her eyes could only see the colors rushing past her vision as it entered her, the warm chill it brought within her gut causing her body to mildly quake. She could feel her tiny tummy rising as the paint filled her up, stomach stretching to limits she didn’t think possible for a small frame. It stifled her kicking and screaming, her body growing weak under the exhaustion of a full belly.

As her arms and legs began to waver, more straps of paint raced out from the painting and subdued her, binding her legs and arms flat against the wall. Ellie was now at the full mercy of the overflowing magic of the painted Lisa.

With little she could do to escape, Ellie focused in on the sensations of the paint traveling across her body. It trickled down her shoulders and began to slither down her arms. It felt like a cold, thick paste was moving like a slug across the surface of her skin, leaving it tingling within its confinement. This tingle was followed by muscle spasms in her shoulders and upper back, continuing down her arms the more they were consumed. Her bones as well began to ache, a buzz reverberating through her arms as her fingers twitched in reaction to the sensations creeping closer.

Ellie couldn’t see it, but the paint once it reached her hands took the brief shape of a delicate, human hand. She could feel it however once it clasped hold of her own hands, a softer than expected touch mingling with the space between her fingers before lining itself up with their shape. A shiver hit her body, and the paint in her stuffed stomach trembled as the painted hand sunk and became an outer shell. This particular connection felt intimate though, as if someone was seizing control of her hands and wishing to guide them. Ellie was doing her best to keep control, but everywhere the paint had covered was starting to feel like it was squirming more and more to a different tune while at the same time molding its contours into something far more—

—refined~.

A familiar voice reverberated within the disorienting, painted void Ellie was trapped in, rising above her muffled cries of fear and confusion. It was the voice of Lisa and she was speaking as thoughts in her head.

You really must be more refined darling. Lisa teased, her voice as soothing as Ellie had remembered. And handle yourself with grace. I’m sure you’ll earn Jean’s company then.

After the mental suggestion, Ellie felt her hands crack and contort, fingers growing longer, more slender, and as Lisa had mentioned, refined. The same bone rattling ordeal traveled through her arms as well, both feeling as if they were growing slightly longer and wiry in the process.

Lisa!? Lisa it’s you isn’t it! Ellie shouted out in her mind. Why are you doing this!

The living paint was now trailing down Ellie’s bulbous tummy, having already coated the entire top half of her torso. The amount of space it had to travel to wrap around her giant gut really drove home how much had been forced into her. She was in a panic, but all the Lisa could do was giggle.

Dear, I’m afraid you are mistaken. Lisa replied. This is your doing. This is your fantasy.

Ellie vehemently denied it.

You can’t fool me cutie. Lisa continued. Jean is a gifted and dedicated leader. Seeing how hard she works makes you want to help her out, no? You wish to be there for her and to love her… like Lisa~.

The bringing up of Jean riled Ellie up, her agitated body unable to resist caving to the sudden, tempting thoughts brought on by Lisa’s words. She began to imagine herself looking on with envy into Jean’s office, pleasuring herself to the sight of Lisa and Jean, the two she admired most, making love. Ellie felt ashamed that she had given in so easily, but try as she might to push her thoughts elsewhere, all that left her mouth were needy groans.

The painted straps around Ellie’s arms began to loosen, freeing her trembling arms. Unexpectedly though, they began moving with a purpose not to struggle, but to explore. One arm rubbed at the underside of her bloated belly, almost tenderly so. The other arm started to travel lower, to a burning need between her legs. It may as well have been the painted Lisa guiding her.

That’s right, dig in, Lisa encouraged with a chuckle. There’ll be plenty of time for work later…

Dig in she did, one finger sliding into the wet folds of her pussy, quickly followed by another after the initial pleased shock from the first. Ellie merely teased herself at first, the lower ends of each finger inside her dragging back and forth against her clit and the upper lips of her pussy. Her fantasy was so vivid, Jean looking crystal clear, moaning within the imagined office room with Lisa leaning over her. Ellie was an observer, and yet she felt one with Lisa, her hand mimicking the actions upon Jean. Every circular motion, every extra finger Lisa slipped in Ellie followed suit with her own pussy.

She was drowning in her fantasy, wet cum dropping from her slit, her belly straining as even more paint was stirring inside her like broth in a cauldron. All care seemed to melt away, the image of Lisa fingering Jean creeping closer and closer, building along a coming climax. All she could think of was Jean and what she needed to be close to her. In the back of her mind it was as if she was begging Lisa to show her how. The fantasized Lisa could hear this and stared straight at Ellie, into her soul.

So, you want to get to know my methods a little better, huh? Lisa asked, her voice now loudly reverberating within Ellie’s thoughts, dwarfing her own. Ellie could feel she was close to a revelation.

Yes, please! More than anything! I want to love… to be helpful to Jean. Like you Lisa! Ellie responded, full of passion.

I’m touched, but you’ve already got your fill of me in that adorable belly of yours. How does it taste~? Lisa teased.

Ellie’s inflated gut gurgled at the response, causing a pleasing tremor throughout her body that almost shook her off balance. The paint that had been consuming her body however caught her collapse, clinging her legs firmly in place as they began to reach past her knees. It had covered nearly all of her, legs and feet all that were left. Everywhere it covered felt lubricated and warm, the slickness adding a sloppy mess to where her fingers were driving into her slit—each entry effortless.

“It tastes good… Oooh Jean! P-Please, I want Jean!” Ellie moaned out loud, her voice gagged by the paint she was guzzling down without struggle. Nothing else registered as worrisome to her right now. She had been completely numbed by the fantasy and she had full faith in Lisa the Librarian to guide it towards reality.

Have it your way cutie. Lisa replied with a chuckle. Open wide!

Suddenly a rush of paint, hard and thick unlike anything before, began violently forcing itself down Ellie’s throat. Her hands halted their playtime and smacked firmly onto the wall to brace herself before trying to push away from the wall and break free. Her screams could not be heard outside the painted realm, but it was the loudest she had ever belted and her entire body stiffened with shock and awe at the raw unbearable overload of magic and pleasure filling her. The painted image of Lisa was slowly sucked into Ellie’s mouth until it disappeared completely from the canvas. At that moment, electrical sparks fired off all around her and her gut began to furiously shake.

B-By the Archooons! Lisaaah! Wh-What are you—!

Before Ellie could finish her train of thought, her belly jiggled to unnatural life, contorting and defying logic, right as the rest of her body was being finished coated in paint. Everything became tighter and more uniform, the paint solidifying as if it was part of her body, and thus her belly part of that paint. The violent thrashing from her stomach yanked at her spine, snapping it into a finer curvature while her sides caved into a more elegant shape. All the excess gut mass was then pushed out, spreading to different points on her body. She began to grow thicker and shapelier, and the extra bulk helped push her height, elongating her legs and torso. Her thighs especially bloated into firm, fatty trunks, a perfect match to the Lisa that had been inhabiting the painting. In fact, more and more of Ellie’s body was molded into that ideal form her mind had bestowed upon the art.

Ellie couldn’t rationalize what was going on in the moment, her consciousness too caught up in a blinding euphoria carried by Lisa’s booming, seductive voice. The voice eased her into a state of clarity over time, both of their lines of thinking overlapping into one.

Lisa - You can’t go on pretending at this point…

Ellie - I can’t go on pretending at this point…

The constriction of her own flesh—which the paint had now become— felt like it was binding her breasts and neck. The last bit of mass wriggling from her belly was quickly making its way up into her breasts and neck in response, wishing to break that tight binding holding her back.

Lisa - Even a Hilichurl would see through the act…

Ellie - I bet even a Hilichurl could see through this act…

The heavy mass reached her breasts and they exploded in size with several kicks, bouncing them off the wall. Each time they were pressed back down their ballooning mass squashed out wider. There was so much fat rippling through them that they felt almost completely malleable, each tit dragging in different directions as Ellie squirmed. She felt her pride swell along with them, adoring how their massive size  strained her outfit to the limits, hoping desperately that Jean could grope them.

Lisa - It’s so obvious~. The one Jean loves…

Ellie - It’s so obvious~. Who Jean loves…

The final lump of abnormal mass pushed itself into Ellie’s throat, causing her to choke for a few brief moments before it popped, forcing any leftover paint out from her mouth. No more paint dared enter her now, its work complete, as the sultry voice of Lisa wailed in ecstasy out from Ellie’s face into the void. The grip of the space upon Ellie’s head began to loosen as well, freedom finally in sight.

Lisa and Ellie - I must become—!

Ellie saw a final sight before the void released its clutches, the image of the painted Lisa’s face rushing towards her own. It made contact, smacking her harshly and shoving her out from the wall. No longer trapped but with a large bit of gunk stuck to her face, she stumbled about in her new voluptuous body while gripping her consumed head. A final collection of living paint was clinging to her face, pulling at her features and crunching her skull’s structure into something new. All the while her hair began to grow out longer, styling and dying itself into a familiar state.

“Aaaah~! Oooh Jean! Here I c-come!” Ellie cried out, relishing in the act of her face being reconstructed, the visage of the painted Lisa slowly coming into focus.

The new woman was over the moon, her shorts drenched in her fluids, some of it even trickling down her legs to wet her leggings. It was an absolute mess of a passionate awakening, her heart, body and mind knowing she had just become the ultimate weapon towards Jean’s affections. Finally she was useful, finally she was desirable, finally she was—!

Electric currents fired off and hit several walls of the library as the woman’s new face finished forming into that of a mature beauty howling in bliss. She stumbled back in the throes of an orgasm and slammed against the wall. As she began to slide down it, she immediately sent a hand into her shorts, trying to ride the high as long as possible. Her pleasure sadly died off the moment her plump ass hit the floor, but she did not fret but instead giggled, savoring her moment of birth.

Looking across from her at the painting now devoid of a Lisa, the new Lisa smiled and cooed, “Jean will only have eyes for me~.”

***

Sitting tepid in her office, Jean’s mind was elsewhere from the quickly mounting pile of forms on her desk. Work was the furthest thing from her mind, which was unthinkable for such a tireless worker. Something was missing, eating away at her each time she passed the library.

“Lisa…” Jean whispered longingly. A knock to her door soon followed and she hastily welcomed them entry. She was unprepared however, for who walked in.

“Huh? Lisa?”

Jean rose from her desk in shock, but was quickly corrected by the woman who had entered.

“Oh? I’m sorry darling, but the name is Elise.”

Jean composed herself, returned to her seat and said, “My apologies I… Thought you were someone else. What can I do for you?”

Jean was confused by the striking resemblance to Lisa this Elise held, but there were definitely some noticeable differences the more she looked her over. The face and hair were a dead ringer, but her body was more shapely, possessing wider hips and bigger breasts.  While her outfit had a similar color palette to Lisa’s wardrobe, Elise’s clothing bore a near identical look to that of the new librarian Ellie’s, only far more form fitting. The way she handled herself though was so familiar—down to the way she spoke.

“I’m Ellie’s sister.” Elise proclaimed. “She couldn’t be here herself for she is such a shy, nervous thing. Poor dear. But she wanted to let you know that I’ll be taking over for her from here on out as she wasn’t feeling confident in her duties. She felt it better to return to family outside of Mondstadt for now.”

Jean, rattled yet again after hearing Elise speak, replied, “Oh, I uh, wasn’t made aware of this agreement. I’m sorry, I—”

“You called me Lisa, no?” Elise asked in a playful tone, flustering Jean.

“Huh? Well yes I did.”

“Ellie always spoke so highly of one named Lisa.” Elise said with a chuckle, cutting off Jean again. “Said that I looked very much like her in fact, even acted the same. Perhaps we are kindred spirits.”

“Perhaps… As for the matter at hand however, while hearing of Ellie’s departure does sadden me, I must confirm that you are up to the task if you were to take over.”

Elise sauntered over closer to Jeans desk while saying, “Oh I’m very effective darling. I assure you my experience is quite extensive~. I have an electro vision as well if you need me for anything else, though I can’t say I like to overwork myself.”

As Elise continued talking, Jean felt her heart begin to race and throat tighten up. It was like the woman she had loved was back in her office, toying with her heart yet again. The carefree playfulness and relaxed, yet seductive beauty of Lisa was the only thing that could ever pry her away from her work and worry.

“You seem a bit flushed?” Elise teased.

Jean turned her head down in embarrassment and tried to act as if she was gathering up some papers, insisting that all was fine. All the while she could feel her body spiraling out of control, the lips of her snatch salivating over this new woman. It was Lisa all over again, she had to control herself!

As Jean turned to look up, she was met by the face of Elise, inches from her own.

“I can’t wait to work with you cutie.” Elise softly spoke, an alluring smile stealing Jean’s heart for good.

The acting grandmaster was then silent and on the edge as Elise excused herself from the room. Her legs were clamped and trembling, all the pent up tension torturing poor Jean. She took a few deep breathes to compose herself, not aware that Elise was staring through a crack in the door. Elise laid eyes on the recovering love of her life, feeling joyful once she saw a small smirk cross the face of the usually composed Knight. Jean was now hers.

“Don’t worry Jean…” Elise whispered, drinking in the sight of her beloved starting to slip a hand into her tights. “I’ll take very good care of you~.”