"You don’t really believe I’m a witch, do you?" Elara asked, a playful smirk on her lips.
He shrugged, a mix of curiosity and doubt in his eyes. "Show me something magical, then I'll believe you."
Elara’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "Alright, but remember, you asked for it."
She began to chant softly, words in a language he couldn't understand. The air in the room seemed to hum with energy. Elara began growing taller and taller, her head soon reaching the ceiling. She had become a mini-giantess, towering over him. He could only stare in awe and disbelief, mesmerized by the sight of her growing.
Her eyes never left his, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she watched his reaction. Her body stretched and grew, the sensation thrilling her as much as it astonished him. She relished in the power she felt, both from the magic and from the way he looked at her.
She leaned down, her face close to his, her eyes twinkling with a mix of power and seduction. "Believe me now?" she purred, her voice echoing with a thrilling resonance. "You tiny little thing."