A story from the land of Xintoz
In the four days since her party got back from their last job, Zynn's life had changed in ways she could have never expected. Their mission had been about information gathering ahead of a raid on the nearby rebel camp, however, there were always opportunities to make a quick buck while snooping. Zynn had a good eye for value, so when the little goblin found something of interest it tended to end up in her pouch. Which was why she did not have a second thought about taking the statuette made of gold that she had found. Even though she recognized it as an effigy of a Tauren goddess, it never occurred to her that the foot-long object would come with far larger consequences. She thought it funny the figure's curves were exaggerated to the point of absurdity but had found herself liking the rotund shape all the same. She had figured then that the greater mass meant there was more gold for her fence.
On the first morning back, the little goblin had been sore all over, and her armor had chafed through her jerkin. There had been a chance to hawk the idol, but she had hesitated and then decided she wanted to keep it. Laying in her bunk that night, Zynn had found herself thinking about how pretty her golden cow was in her hands. Her new treasure had shimmered with a light all its own as she turned it over in her hands. She had felt a heat coming from it that made it seem alive. She had whispered The Goddess' name as she kept sliding the gold across her palms. That night, she had dreams involving a lot of sex with a lot of partners.
On the second day, she awakened super aroused and missing her Orcish lover. Further, nothing had fit right at all. She had been unable to fit a shirt over her bust, nor pants past her hips and butt. Even if she could have gotten dressed, her need had been so bad that she laid in her bunk for hours that morning, getting off again and again but never tiring and never feeling satisfied. She had never felt comfortable offering herself up to others before now, and Thark was not going to be back until the next day. She had eventually resorted to straddling the statuette and using its rounded protrusions to find relief. The orgasm from fucking the idol had been beyond intense. Even now, she was having a hard time recalling the full extent of her climax. What she was sure of was that her whole body had vibrated like she was a gong when she groaned The Goddess' name and went limp. The experience had left her on her back panting. That night, she had slept with the figure between her thighs, her dreams filled with more sex and pleasure than her mind could even fathom.
The third day's dawn brought even more libido and growth with it. Almost overnight, every stitch of clothing she owned had become much too small. Somehow, in the last two days, she had packed on enough pounds that her once trim body now resembled the figure to some degree. The rogue was sure her changing figure and the increasing interaction with the idol were related but had found herself too distracted by all of the new sensations coming from her body to think about it. The new abundance of soft, pliable flesh had felt great in her hands; her sense of touch intense and entrancing. Just squishing a tit under her fingers while petting her belly had been enough to bring her close to climax.
Despite how wonderful petting herself had become, however, that stimulation was still nowhere near intense enough to satisfy her need. Still lacking the partner she craved, Zynn had mounted the golden calf again and fucked it like a lover. She knew The Goddess was there for her. She knew that if she kept whispering Her name with every movement, eventually She would grant Zynn the orgasm she hungered for. As she felt her Goddess' contours rub against her, Zynn found herself feeling jealous. Thick as she had gotten, the statuette's proportions were still more exaggerated than hers were--and something about that annoyed her. She had never wanted to be that big and fecund, but now? She wanted to have the body of The Goddess. Had she not been such a state of desperate need, she might have noticed the effigy had grown with her, the rotund figure now almost two feet long.
After getting off to herself with the idol at least half a dozen times, she had taken the edge off enough to get out of bed. Wrapped in just a cloak, Zynn had left her bunk to hunt down Thark. She had found him in his bed, exhausted from his patrol. It only took a moment to help him find the stamina needed, but two minutes later she had already milked his thick green dick between her vast, pillowy cleavage. Zynn was disappointed but, as her Orcish partner sucked on her nipples, she felt something flow from her into him. For some reason, he was getting hard again. Not just that, he felt... Bigger.
Her body had been humming as she climbed on top of her Orcish partner. Every fiber of her being had been vibrating as she began to ride Thark. She had kept going, increasing her pace until the clap of her fat ass and thighs against him had become an insistent metronome. He had lasted longer that time but had been groaning her name around her swollen teats was all too soon. As he had filled her with his seed, however, it became apparent that he was not getting soft. If anything, he had continued to grow instead.
He had already been a tight fit after the first round of growth, but now, it felt like his cock expanding within her was going to split her in two. Out of reflex, Zynn had evoked Her name in that moment and had felt a rush of power soon after. The sensation had seemed to alter her body so that she could handle him. He had come again by then, lasting twice as long as the previous time, pumping more of his seed into her. Even after that, neither had been satisfied. They had kept on going until her tummy was filled to bursting, and Thark had passed out.
However, they had been going for so long that others had started to come back to the dorm for the night. Her reticence at group sex forgotten, she took on all comers, her body burning with a need that seemed insatiable. Troll and Orc alike had offered their seed to her and her Goddess, and her body had somehow kept making space for yet another thick load. It had felt like, somehow, she was turning all that cum into the stamina necessary to outlast a dozen partners and orgasms.
So when she awakened this morning, she wasn't at all surprised that her whole body was even thicker than before. The heap of Orcs and Trolls still lay around her. Not one of them was smaller than seven inches long.
