They were really lovely. Any other time, Ezio would certainly pursued such perfection, but said perfection was growing (and growing fast) from himself, leaving his brain a bit frazzled. He unbuttoned part of his robes, loosening a strap or two, and found that this wasn't nearly enough if he were to continue expanding.
He most definitely was not going to panic. There were too many guards about and he was fairly certain he knew what had caused it. Or rather, who.
Well, Leonardo was going to be pleased that their little experiment worked, after having read multiple accounts of it hidden in code within code of a more personal part of Altaïr's Codex. Who knew the man and Maria had such deviant sex? Leonardo did.
And for whatever reason, Ezio agreed to having Leonardo use the Apple to replicate the results. Nothing had happened after the dramatic glow of the Apple had displayed like an overenthusiastic peacock, and Ezio was mildly relieved. Leonardo frowned, went back to his notes, and let Ezio go on the condition that he return the next day.
It hadn't even been six hours.
Ezio ducked into an alley, stumbled as his breasts threw off his balance, and ran to the secret entrance to Leonardo's workshop. As soon as the door was closed, Ezio undid the straps to his pauldrons and cape, letting them fall in a clash of fabric and metal to stone. His robes fell open at the middle, fabric pulling in ways it wasn't designed for as Ezio tried to push them back down.
He hadn't expected them to be this big. Then again, Altaïr had managed to suffocate an intruder during one of his and Maria's sessions, so a largeness was expected.
"Ezio, you're-" began Leonardo as he pattered into the side room.
"You have to change me back," demanded Ezio.
Fumbling for the Apple, he held it out to Leonardo.
"But this is what we wanted to see," Leonardo protested. "You promised that I could use you as a model."
There was a stretching noise, a flood of pleasure overwhelming Ezio and he found himself gasping on his knees, robes off at the shoulder as he found himself to be a size that the most amply gifted courtesans would have been jealous of. Leonardo was staring, his scientific mind taking in the transformation, and he raised the Apple with a wistful glint in his eye.
"Please, Leonardo."
The lines were already glowing with power. There was a bright flash. Ezio looked down.
Nothing.
Nothing had changed, that was.
"You were supposed to make them go away," grumbled Ezio.
Then he was flooded again with pleasure and he clutched at his chest as they popped completely from his robes, his prick responding with an inappropriate hard-on. Shocked would be insufficient to describe what Ezio was feeling. He tried to stuff himself back in but it was no use: each breast had formed to a perky orb that matched the size and approximate shape of a melon, nipples erect and thick.
"I wasn't actually aiming for that," said Leonardo, sheepishly.
Ezio clutched them, squeezing them in a lust-addled consideration.
"Don't try that again," he muttered. "Or I might end up with a chest bigger than the rest of me."
Leonardo crouched next to Ezio.
"It will wear off in about two or three days, according to Altaïr's codex," said Leonardo.
"Would you loan me a shirt, then?" asked Ezio.
Leonardo tapped Ezio's collarbone and nodded. He helped the assassin to his feet before going to dig through his clothes, pointedly ignoring the throbbing erection so that Ezio might calm himself if he wanted. Leaning on a bench, Ezio stared at Leonardo's sketches and found some of them disturbing enough that his cock almost flopped immediately and he shifted uneasily at the ones of the dissected innards.
But he also saw sketches for larger works and began to understand why Leonardo had seemed so hopeful to have a proper model.
The look on Leonardo's face when Ezio told him of his revised decision was enough to convince the assassin that he'd made the right choice. *** A/N: I can't imagine Leo being interested in sex before he had examined the breasts from every possible angle at first.
Fill: Changes (Ezio) 1/2
He most definitely was not going to panic. There were too many guards about and he was fairly certain he knew what had caused it. Or rather, who.
Well, Leonardo was going to be pleased that their little experiment worked, after having read multiple accounts of it hidden in code within code of a more personal part of Altaïr's Codex. Who knew the man and Maria had such deviant sex? Leonardo did.
And for whatever reason, Ezio agreed to having Leonardo use the Apple to replicate the results. Nothing had happened after the dramatic glow of the Apple had displayed like an overenthusiastic peacock, and Ezio was mildly relieved. Leonardo frowned, went back to his notes, and let Ezio go on the condition that he return the next day.
It hadn't even been six hours.
Ezio ducked into an alley, stumbled as his breasts threw off his balance, and ran to the secret entrance to Leonardo's workshop. As soon as the door was closed, Ezio undid the straps to his pauldrons and cape, letting them fall in a clash of fabric and metal to stone. His robes fell open at the middle, fabric pulling in ways it wasn't designed for as Ezio tried to push them back down.
He hadn't expected them to be this big. Then again, Altaïr had managed to suffocate an intruder during one of his and Maria's sessions, so a largeness was expected.
"Ezio, you're-" began Leonardo as he pattered into the side room.
"You have to change me back," demanded Ezio.
Fumbling for the Apple, he held it out to Leonardo.
"But this is what we wanted to see," Leonardo protested. "You promised that I could use you as a model."
There was a stretching noise, a flood of pleasure overwhelming Ezio and he found himself gasping on his knees, robes off at the shoulder as he found himself to be a size that the most amply gifted courtesans would have been jealous of. Leonardo was staring, his scientific mind taking in the transformation, and he raised the Apple with a wistful glint in his eye.
"Please, Leonardo."
The lines were already glowing with power. There was a bright flash. Ezio looked down.
Nothing.
Nothing had changed, that was.
"You were supposed to make them go away," grumbled Ezio.
Then he was flooded again with pleasure and he clutched at his chest as they popped completely from his robes, his prick responding with an inappropriate hard-on. Shocked would be insufficient to describe what Ezio was feeling. He tried to stuff himself back in but it was no use: each breast had formed to a perky orb that matched the size and approximate shape of a melon, nipples erect and thick.
"I wasn't actually aiming for that," said Leonardo, sheepishly.
Ezio clutched them, squeezing them in a lust-addled consideration.
"Don't try that again," he muttered. "Or I might end up with a chest bigger than the rest of me."
Leonardo crouched next to Ezio.
"It will wear off in about two or three days, according to Altaïr's codex," said Leonardo.
"Would you loan me a shirt, then?" asked Ezio.
Leonardo tapped Ezio's collarbone and nodded. He helped the assassin to his feet before going to dig through his clothes, pointedly ignoring the throbbing erection so that Ezio might calm himself if he wanted. Leaning on a bench, Ezio stared at Leonardo's sketches and found some of them disturbing enough that his cock almost flopped immediately and he shifted uneasily at the ones of the dissected innards.
But he also saw sketches for larger works and began to understand why Leonardo had seemed so hopeful to have a proper model.
The look on Leonardo's face when Ezio told him of his revised decision was enough to convince the assassin that he'd made the right choice.
***
A/N: I can't imagine Leo being interested in sex before he had examined the breasts from every possible angle at first.