"Oh, you're overthinking things, dear," said Eleanor, as she gazed into the glowing piece of soul stuff in her hands. "Once I get things sorted out here, your erstwhile compatriots won't be a problem." With that, Eleanor popped the lethicite into her mouth. A shudder ran through her body as a long moan escaped from her lips, and a startling change ripped through her body. As Lazarus watched, she started to grow; her limbs stretching as her height increased until she nearly matched his own. Her exaggerated curves became less pudgy and far more statuesque. Her wings grew as well, becoming large enough to completely enfold her if she wished.
In addition to her increased size, several startling changes began to emerge as well. Two long coiled horns sprouted from the back of her head, followed shortly by a spade-tipped tail. The greatest change, however, was found between her legs. Eleanor's cock grew to full erection, and as Lazarus watched two more members sprouted on either side of the original. The trio of phalluses grew, and grew, and grew some more, until they resembled tentacles more than anything else. They stretched all the way to the floor, and then some, as the writhed around Eleanor's feet.
Finally, the transformation was complete, and Eleanor stood tall in her new form. Her trio of tentacle dicks retracted back to a, relatively, normal size; though they still hung clear to her knees, and seemed to wiggle now and then of their own volition. "Oh, gods, what a rush!" Eleanor cried. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," she said.