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After the defeat of Galeel, Elgar was free to attempt to leave the planet of Oceana, though her space pod stalled and was essentially unfit for such travel. After plunging back into the ocean, the sorceress pondered her next move and remembered the somewhat simpleminded tribe of Fliers that mistook her for a God.
They were kind and obedient to her and she hadn't abused them, so why not return to live among them as said god?
She took her alchemy pot and flew to the village on her own wings and was welcomed with bowed heads with the Shaman outright thanking her return. Elgar told them she would protect them and assist with their troubles, so long as they did what she asked of them. Her sorcery could handle most common troubles and such a simple tribe would not require much to appease.
However, as time passed, she began to long for more intimate companionship. She watched as the males of the Fliers hefted stone or cracked it, or even glimpsing the fertility rituals that were performed with the Shaman as she took several males one after another before the whole village as an offering of prosper, which likely was in no small part to how full bodied the Shaman was compared to most of the females.
Elgar realized she could have such attention spent on her, but her self image prevented her from taking advantage of it as, despite everything happening, she never once had a male approach her. Thus, she spent much of her time concocting brews to try and at least reduce some of the years she wasted waiting for Galeel to come back and love her.
She had finished a brew using ingredients she hadn't found under the sea, though she found she had no manner of testing it out. Using it on a Flier would potentially kill them and if that happened, their faith would waver.
Deciding to bite the bullet, she ingested the brew herself.She felt the brew adjust the magic in her body and before she knew it, she was enveloped in a small explosion of magic.
When her sight cleared, the face that greeted her in the mirror was... young! Oh so much younger! But when she saw her body, she knew it was not the body of her younger self. This was far more voluptuous, enticing, and so very similar to the Shaman, only moreso.
The sound of the explosion had garnered concern as the Shaman entered Elgar's home, only to stop cold as she observed the body of the one before her. The Shaman was shaken from her stunned observation as Elgar spoke.
"I really have outdone myself..." she mused as she groped her body, feeling how full and supple she now was. Best of all, she didn't feel any fading from the brew; meaning this change was here to stay.
"G-Glorious One?" the Shaman questioned as her knees slightly bent in. Elgar noticed that moment, as well as the long string draping from the well groomed forest the Shaman boasted between her thighs.
"Shaman, ready your most energetic males and have them come to my chamber." she said with authority. The Shaman had to shake her head to break her stunned stare before replying.
"Y-Yes! Oh Glorious One!" she said as she swiftly ran from Elgar's lab.
Elgar continued to admire herself a bit longer and smiled before she mused to herself.
"Your Goddess requires worship."