Included kinks:
Futa, rapid growth, mini-gts, bbw, weight gain, hourglass expansion, female muscle, masturbation, public nudity, fantasy, romance, love triangle, size worship, size difference, growth appreciation
All characters are entirely fictional and all above the age of 18!
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Syn once more waltzed through the dense thicket of scrunched up paper and century old books. She worked at a decent pace, considering her eyes and hands had to make do in almost complete darkness for the most part. As much as a candle would be of greatest assistance to her research, she wouldn't wake Lyanne up, who still audibly enjoyed her well-earned rest in the hopelessly drenched bed.
For all the pleasure the last few hours brought her, Syn wasn't granted any time to recuperate. She certainly could need some of the same deep slumber Lyanne had sunken into. A sigh escaped her when she cracked her fingers, which felt like they were holding onto an iron mace not a feather. Every tendon and muscle of her screamed with a fatigue so unrelenting she genuinely missed the patch of bushes behind Lord Bendric.
Syn stretched again and reached for her goblet once more. She indulged in all the water, wine and juice her tent could provide, but that strange, feverish heat proved an equally stubborn companion as that annoying soreness.
Lyanne's rather impressive snoring found its end in a groan that turned into a gasp.
"You are already up?" Lyanne asked, still drunken with sleep, one hand reaching to the empty space vacant next to her.
"Couldn't sleep much," Syn said and gave up on the feather at least. "The same can't be said about you."
"No, slept like a drunken sailor," the knight said happily, her tired eyes only slowly finding Syn's gaze.
A fitting metaphor, Syn thought, for Lyanne's snoring certainly belonged onto a ship full of wasted islanders.
"How are you feeling? Muscle cramps or anything?" Syn asked.
"No. I feel ... like reborn," the islander said, tensed her glorious muscles and began to dress herself. "Why?"
"I feel like a horse ran me over," Syn groaned.
"Are you comparing me to a horse now?" Lyanne grinned back and stopped to cover herself beyond the pants she just put on.
"I deemed you the sort of girl who took pride in being compared to a stallion, after hours like the last few, "Syn joked with wink. "But I'll give you that. I have never felt this exhausted after a night of fun."
"Including Fel?" Lyanne asked.
"Including Fel."
Strange how heavy a few words of praise can weigh, Syn thought. Lyanne looked like someone had knighted her again. All tiredness in her face was washed away as she glided over the floor with a jump in her step.
Lyanne, still only covering her lower half, with her obvious bulge leading the way, walked up to the seated half-elf and towered above her.
"Do you feel like... what happened to Fel?" Lyanne asked in a nervous tone.
"I'm not sure. I certainly feel something," Syn said and for a moment contemplated going for a second course, now that Lyanne's abs were mere inches away from her face. "But we experimented quite a lot, didn't we? And I mean... A LOT!"
Lyanne chuckled with a blush, before nervously rubbing her neck.
"You look like you want to tell me something," Syn said softly.
"I... just wanted to say... regardless of what happens next... I will never forget this night. I ... loved every second of it. And I wanted you to know."
Lyanne might stand proud with her staggering height and imposing muscles, but there was always a softness and timidness to her voice, Syn thought. And if that was the real Lyanne behind all her honour and prowess, then Syn would do everything in her power to make her stay.
"I loved it too, Lyanne," she said and caught her own voice almost quiver as much as Lyanne's. "And I would gladly endure these cramps any time again."
"Now you make me feel bad," the knight laughed, her muscles bulging with the rest of her.
"I'm sure you can say a lot of things about me, but that I made you feel bad last night isn't one of them," Syn teased and bit her lip, the bulge in her robe thickening at last.
"Aye... I would never say such a thing," Lyanne whispered and clearly dwelled on the same thought that made Syn's fingers twitch with greed.
And then the two heard a loud, impossible to ignore orcish stomp and angry cough just outside the tent.
"Is that you Fel?" Syn asked first.
"Are you two done?" the orc growled beyond the fabric.
"Yes. Give us a moment," the half-elf said, gesturing to Lyanne to get dressed.
She clearly wasn't too thrilled about Fel's early arrival, but Syn didn't mind the intrusion. Her thoughts lingered on what she read in the ancient book anyway and with Fel's knowledge about the matter, there were many things to discuss. And she was burning for an answer why she felt this groggy.
The sun blinded Syn when she stepped outside. Even her eyes felt sore and took their time to accommodate to the brightness of a simply heavenly morning.
"Morning, Fel," she said, trying to conceal her lust whenever her eyes travelled over that titan of a naked orc warrior. "I hope you found some distraction as well."
"Do not be bothered about it," Fel scoffed and peered over to the tent. "You two fucked all night?"
Syn, sensing the pain in Fel's tone, simply nodded and spared the details and let awkward silence reign over the two.
Fel's grey eyes eventually shot wide with excitement once the tent's fabric flapped open and Lyanne emerged, donning her dark robe. The giant orc immediately looked thrilled where she was hostile and pensive earlier. To Syn's surprise, there was little to no lust in Fel's eyes as she looked at Lyanne. One would almost feel inclined to call this merely the innocent, genuine joy of seeing someone close to the heart.
"Fel," Lyanne said sternly.
"Good... morning, Lyanne," the orc said with an involuntary grin lightening her green face.
Syn just observed them for the moment and bared witness to Lyanne avoiding the orc's stare, while Fel could have spent an eternity marvelling at the knight.
"So..." Syn cleared her throat. "May I ask you a question, Fel?"
"If I got the answer," Fel scoffed, crossing her huge arms.
"Your... growth started in the morning after, you know, we two..."
"Just spit it out," the towering orc grunted, especially after catching Syn's gaze on her enormous, flaccid member.
