"Well now, I said I would see what my magic can do for you.  I am powerful, but I'm not a god, my dear Elf."  The Baron sits up as best he can with your breasts pinning him down, and slowly runs his fingers over the oiled flesh.  You breathe a sigh of relief as they start to reduce... only to lose that good feeling when they stop reducing, still each the size of your own head.  "Well, that mirror was powerful indeed.  It will take a more complex ritual to reduce them further, but I'm sure you're eager to get back to the Trial of Champions."  With a grin, the Baron works his way out from beneath your slightly-less-ginormous tits.<br/><br/>"But I am a fair man, and a man of my word, so let us see what else my magic can do..."  He leans down, and runs his fingers down your spine.  You feel a warm tingling work its way down your back and through your body.  Suddenly you feel a tightness in your chest, and realize that your muscles are changing shape and pulling taut.  Your back and shoulders strengthen, and suddenly the weight and size of your breasts seem perfectly manageable to you.  In fact, by the time you stand up, it feels so natural and comfortable that you can't even remember why you didn't want them that big.  "There you are, a present for you, my dear.  But be careful, you may find them... slightly more sensitive now."  The Baron grins in a way that makes you sure that there will be nothing slight about it.  "Perhaps next time, we'll both have an orgasm when you pleasure me."<br/><br/><em>Your Skill increases by 1, to 13 out of 13, thanks to your stronger upper body.</em><br/><br/>"Until we see each other again, my dear."  He smiles and snaps his fingers, vanishing from before your eyes.  In his place is your clothing, folded in a neat pile on the floor.  The clay jug of oil has also vanished, but the oil on your chest - as well as the Baron's semen - remains.