The Three Adventurers Pt. 16

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Futa, fantasy, growth chapter, romance, light-hearted, growth appreciation, muscle growth, fmg focus, teasing, public nudity, size praise, banter, masturbation, hourglass figure, rapid growth, hourglass expansion, cock growth, excessive ejaculation, feat of strength, size comparison

All characters are entirely fictional and all above the age of 18!

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"Boooring," Fel yawned.

Lyanne couldn't agree more, but the dread of their imminent demise did a decent job keeping her occupied and let her flame run colder.

"Truly devastating to hear this dungeon isn't to your liking, Fel," Lyanne said. "We better make sure to let them know before we leave."

"Heh!" the orc chuckled. "You bet."

The human's eyes darted to her left, to Syn still cowering on her knees, unmoving like a statue.

"Please tell me you got a plan to get us out."

Syn looked besides herself since her father left. She didn't speak a word and again this time merely shook her head.

"That really is it then, huh?" Lyanne sighed and stretched. "This is how we die. Great."

Strangely she neither felt too distraught or defiant about this realisation. Maybe a bit deflated, too empty to fight against it, but far from what she expected her final hours to be like.

"By those little shits?" Fel laughed. "I want to see them try."

"Not everyone is a ten-foot orc with skin thicker than most blades, Fel," Lyanne smirked. "But don't you think they can't get you too."

"How?"

"I don't know. They could just leave you to rot. No food, no water. Can't see your size help with that," she shrugged. "Or maybe they just stick some burning rod up your ass and make it quick. Who knows."

Fel hummed, her bushy eyebrows raised while she thought about that vivid imagery for a bit.

"I choose the rod then," the orc said eventually. "I always wanted to die with something up my ass."

Lyanne broke a smile that blossomed into a chuckle. Only Fel could ever think of something this stupidly hilarious. Or hilariously stupid.

"Then at least one of us has something fun to look forward to," Lyanne whispered.

"Do not be afraid, Lyanne," Fel said caringly.

"Afraid? No, I'm not afraid of death," Lyanne answered. "But that doesn't mean I didn't plan on seeing a few more winters. Or die with my sword in hand."

"Yes. At a huge battle. The best way to go."

Both warriors smirked, imagining that glorious last stand they always envisioned for themselves.

That proved a surprisingly calming, empowering thought.

"I'm sorry it has come to this. I should've never led you two here," Syn broke the silence with a whisper. "This should've been my journey alone, not yours."

Fel tilted her huge green head with curiosity and Lyanne also couldn't find it in herself to feel disheartened either.

"Have you forgotten about the prophecy? We are all connected. Where you go, we all go," Fel grinned.

Fel might be a rather clumsy wordsmith, but sometimes she simply hit the nail right on the head.

"Aye. Besides, I guess it's also quite neat to share your last night with your friends. Not many are this lucky," Lyanne added.

The half-elf stared at them in disbelief, clearly unprepared for that sort of answer.

"You ... don't hate me?" she asked perplexed.

Both warriors chuckled after exchanging a cheeky gaze.

"I am not sure," Fel teased. "What do you say, Lyanne? Are we mad yet?"

"Mmh... not quite," Lyanne added with the same cheeky grin. "Maybe she has to try a bit harder."

"I really don't deserve you two," Syn said smirking, her eyes filled with genuine warmth and gratitude.

It was only right to finally give back some of the warmth Syn provided to them for all this time, without ever asking or wishing anything in return.

"No chains, no bars, our final night, how would you spend it?" the half elf asked after visibly drawing new strength.

"Oh boy. I can think of something," Fel said.

"Someone is thinking about that, how did you call it? 'Triad thingy'" Lyanne chuckled.

The gigantic orc laughed so heartily her green softness spilled out between her chains.

Watching Fel's enormity, in so many regards, left her two comrades staring.

"That would have been amazing. Without a doubt," Syn said eventually.

"Aye," Lyanne joined in.

Fel gladly allowed her two friends to stare, especially certain parts of her, for quite some time before she answered.

"We will do that. Nobody dies tonight."

"I dig the optimism, Fel. But how can you be so sure?" Lyanne asked.

The orc stretched, her muscles bulging and her tusks flaring as she smiled towards the ceiling.

"Because the spirits watch over us."

For the first time in ages did Lyanne feel envy over someone else's unwavering belief.

"They better think of something quick then, or else that prophecy is very short-lived," Lyanne said.

"Maybe they are just waiting for something?" the orc asked innocently.

"Like what?"

The giant of an orc shrugged but never stopped smirking.

"Only they know. But I bet everything is okay. You will see."

Lyanne merely shook her head, deciding not to challenge Fel's belief when Syn shot up next to her.

"What did you just say?" she asked.

"You will see?" Fel frowned.

"Before that!"

There was urgency in Syn's voice now, her eyes burning.

"Maybe the spirits are just waiting?" Fel asked innocently.

"That! What could they be waiting for?" the half elf said and looked around in a hurry.

"Someone's got an idea," Lyanne grinned. "Tell us."

"Just let us consider something. What if the prophecy is as irrefutable as we were made to believe? Then Fel would be right, and we wouldn't be in any danger," Syn said hastily, her eyes kept travelling through the dungeon.

"But...?" Lyanne eventually asked after watching her commander's gears visibly turn some more.

"But that would imply one of two things. Either, their divine help is yet to arrive, which is beyond our control. Or... we already have everything we need to escape. Here."

The trio looked around as one now, searching for clues in every dark and barely lit corner of their prison.

"I do not see anything," Fel said first.

"Me neither," Lyanne joined in.

Syn visibly got frustrated and kept searching until her eyes fired up once more. When they lingered on Fel.

"Why is everybody looking funny at me today?" she asked and turned to Lyanne. "Do I have something in between my teeth?"

"I doubt that has anything to do with your teeth, big green," the knight winked.

"Heh!"

"Fel. About that growth spurt." Syn barged in. "What exactly happened?"

"You want the horny details?" the orc said, biting her lip.

"No... I mean yes, but maybe later. What did you do that made you grow?"

"I prayed to the spirits. And cursed the elves."

"That probably did the trick," Lyanne chuckled.

"Anything besides that?" Syn urged on. "What did you do while Lyanne and I were gone?"

"Mmh. I touched myself, like you do when others have all the fun and you sit at your ass, sharpening your axe," Fel said.

"Think Fel! What did you do before?" Syn demanded now.

The orc, sensing the urgency, took her time and let the question sink.

"I did nothing," the orc said and then her eyes went wide. "Besides... taking a sip of Lyanne's cum. But I was so angry it did not even taste much."

The knight raised her eyebrows.

"Fel, what bottle did you drink from?" Syn asked.

"That old bottle of hers. I did not touch your shiny elf stuff," the orc said confused.

Syn shrieked like a little girl and only Lyanne understood why.

"What is she doing?" Fel asked confused.

"You drank Syn's cum, on accident," Lyanne answered. "We switched bottles, while you were off ... coping."

"And?"

Syn by now shining bright and convinced of their escape leaned towards her comrades.

"That's how we escape, Fel! By growing and burning through those chains!"

Everyone's eyes lit up.

"I mean, I almost burnt a hole in the elves' stupid wall with my ass," Fel grinned. "See? Told you the spirits got our backs."

"That was hardly their doing," Lyanne nodded towards Syn. "But of a worldly genius. Still... how do we do... the thing, you know?"

"Since we now know that it's not the sex, but consuming our cum, we don't have do 'it'. As a matter of fact, we don't even have to touch each other," Syn explained.

"But that is the best part!" Fel gasped.

"All in due time, Fel. We will get our hands all over you. I promise. But tonight, we only need you to cum as hard as you can. All over Lyanne."

The knight contently listened to that exchange, her head flicking left and right, but this made her eyes go wide.

"Wait, what?!"

"Look at those chains," Syn said, mockingly rattling the thick metal around her sore wrists. "I doubt I'd possess the strength the tear through them. Even if they're half-melted. But you..."

"You could use your huge muscles. I like that plan, Syn," Fel roared.

"Of course you do..."

The knight looked rattled, with redness shooting into her face.

But she also knew there was no room for arguing. If the price for their survival was to get showered by Fel's cum, then so be it. As long as Fel didn't drown her first.

"Okay, fine. But how do we get Fel's... cum to me?"

"Just look at that thing! Imagine once it's hard," Syn chuckled, making Fel only grow more with pride. "That shouldn't be a problem. Right, Fel?"

"Well..." the orc muttered sheepishly. "I do not know if I can get horny like this."

"You're horny like all the time," Lyanne said sternly.

"Yeah, but I came so much. And without touching myself," the huge orc said, clearly embarrassed. "I would need to see something REALLY hot to get horny."

"There must be something we can do," Syn said and tried to reach her breasts, but the chains stopped her.

"There is ... maybe something," Fel whispered cutely.

"Spit it out, Fel," the knight answered seeing the huge orc's lustful eyes travel over her.

"Can you do that 'titdance' of yours?"

Human and half-elf alike blinked and stared at each other in confusion.

"Any idea what she means?" Lyanne asked.

"Maybe... your pecs? Like after your workouts whe-"

"YES! THAT!" the overgrown desertwarrior shouted before faking composure. "I mean... that would be nice, I guess."

The knight's cheeks were already burning red, but now they felt like they were about to melt off her face.

"You really have the weirdest kinks, Fel," she sighed and accepted her fate.

She contracted her pectorals. Pulling at the weight her proud boobs held on was much harder in this stretched position, but her much enhanced muscles somehow also came with greater control. Lyanne found some curiosity in imagining how much bigger they'd grow soon. And allowed herself to be enticed by that question.

She offered a few reps before daring to watch what effect they had on Fel.

The orc was visibly drooling, her big grey eyes completely lost in the spectacle.

"Awesome," she muttered.

"Don't just stare, just get hard already!" Lyanne growled, heavily blushing.

Fel bit her lips and tilted towards Lyanne the best she could.

The guards had to strap her to the iron bars, since only two cuffs per cell, initially thought for the legs now reserved to her right arm and leg, were wide enough to fit her.

"Let me enjoy it a bit," she muttered, her lump of sheer enormity twitching with some excitement. "Can you moan? Like when I fucked you?"

Lyanne shot Fel a sharp stare that said more than a thousand words.

"Pleeeease?" Fel asked with wide puppy eyes.

This humiliation almost made the thought of her head ending up on a spike appealing, Lyanne thought. But she had to swallow her pride. Surely, not the only thing she'd be swallowing soon.

Yet before she could bring herself to force a moan out, another earth-shaking, lustful scream came first.

Syn wasn't only blessed with a body too seductive to possibly withstand but also a voice that could melt icebergs. At least once she got going like that. Her throaty, thunderous moan came shockingly close to all the wonderful sounds she made when Lyanne did ... all the right things to that marvel of an ass.

"Don't think you have to do this alone," she winked, halving the embarrassment by sharing it. "Let's give our big green friend what she wants. Shall we?"

"Aye," Lyanne nodded and joined in, timidly at first, but soon matched her commander's lewdness.

"Better ... mmmh," Fel wiggled in her chains, desperate to touch herself somehow.

She clearly enjoyed herself, watching the knight's breasts bounce up and down, both women staring at her swelling meat and filling the room with their lewd gasps and screams.

"Keep going," Fel licked her lips.

Her huge legs tightened with muscles and her ass clenched when that massive tool came to life.

More and more veins started to emerge, pulsing with need with every inch it stretched further away from those stupidly bloated balls.

Lyanne couldn't recall when her exaggerated gasps turned genuinely aroused. But when they did, it wasn't only due to Syn moaning like possessed.

The orc's titanic frame drew breath faster now, the twitching in her powerful limbs came faster. Her gaze was steady, locked onto Lyanne's heaving chest.

"Mmmmh... yes."

Syn and Lyanne both watched the rise of that monstrous snake just as keenly.

Every pulse made it only grow that much thicker, as it crept further; almost like it wanted to reach out to Lyanne. And it clearly didn't wish to wait.

In one moment, it was still hanging lazily over Fel's thigh, in the next it had extended so far and rallied enough stiffness to almost reach the iron bars.

"What the..." Lyanne muttered under her breath, feeling her own tool react with the same awe.

It would be impossible to keep Fel from touching herself now, but in all honesty Lyanne was no longer convinced she even wanted to stop her.

That thing was beyond insane! It surged even fatter, making the foreskin slowly pull back as the utterly swollen, deep-green glans came into view. And Fel wasn't done getting hard.

"You... have grown quite a lot," Syn muttered.

"Oh. It is getting so much bigger," the orc purred. "So much bigger... and better."

Fel didn't exaggerate.

Her beast was insatiable, getting so wide her cock's girth rubbed against both sets of wrist thick rods once she sported the length to reach into Lyanne's cell. The knight now had the perfect view to watch it only rise higher and closer towards her. Inch by inch Fel forced more of her somehow still thickening sausage through those bars, her foreskin pulling back further, which made her only throb that much harder... and grow faster.

"I bet that feels good," Lyanne admitted, her own tent rising as well.

"Sooooo good," Fel moaned. "But it needs more."

"More?" Lyanne blinked.

She already stared at easily one and a half foot of green, throbbing virility. How could there possibly be any more of it?!

Only with Fel.

Fel, by now basically fucking those bars, thrusted her hips, forcing her member even closer towards Lyanne. Another inch on top of another, more veins emerging around that utterly stretched snake, accompanied by the orc's huge balls swaying and somehow even fuller looking by the second.

"Fuck, that's unbelievable," Syn slurred as well when another influx of blood left all three shivering.

20 inches, 22 inches, 24 inches. Fel simply kept swelling with every new thrust, to the point where Lyanne drooled without shame. More than 2 feet of orcmeat pulsed before her, with Fel's groans accompanying the powerful throbs echoing just as loud throughout the dungeon.

"You... are massive!" Lyanne caught herself gasping.

"I need to ... mmmh ... be huge for you! To make you feel so much better when ... ahhh... we fuck!" the orc grunted once she shoved herself into the tight elf-made seal once more.

This time her iron shaft barely rammed its girth through those bars. For a split second Lyanne imagined them bending, deformed by Fel's titanic monster of a cock. From the looks of it Fel wasn't too far off. A few more inches of girth tops!

Lyanne almost came in this moment. Fel was already a prodigious lover before, but with a tool of pleasure of THIS proportions? One could only imagine what she was capable of now. A thought that made the knight's entire body quiver. In all the right ways.

"How can elvish steel feel sooo good?! Fuck! YES!"

The orc kept clenching her ass, her muscles, while thrusting her hips with more need.

"Don't forget you have to... cum over me," Lyanne whispered.

She couldn't believe she just said that and how her mouth salivated over it.

"I will cum so much for you!" the orc said, fire in her eyes. "And when you are huge, I will fuck you so hard! You will love it!"

Lyanne didn't doubt her for a second and involuntarily moaned while watching globs of pre-cum, more than most men's entire load, dripping down.

Fel's voice thundered louder, just like the sound of her meat flexing as it grinded mercilessly against tiring steel. She savoured the sensation as long as she could, until her swollen testes looked like they were about to burst.

And then, with one final flex and scream of primal pleasure, that green, third leg erupted.

Lyanne welcomed that white wave with her jaw wide agape and closed eyes. A maelstrom of spunk, swept over her entire body. Literally. Buckets worth of it with every shot.

Fel's warmth soon spread inside her stomach, but she kept gulping as much as she possibly could. That distinct, savoury, orcish taste, but only that much more potent. Addictive. All-consuming almost.

By the time Fel's flood came to a halt, she was breathing just as heavily as the orc. Not only due to almost being drowned, but with how much she struggled to contain her orgasmic bliss. Never did she expect to feel so much joy over being showered by cum.

"Did I hit?" Fel panted before crashing onto her huge back.

"Yeah... you got me good," the knight muttered.

The sticky goodness still oozing off her face, poured into her fabric, ruining it forever. Strangely, Lyanne didn't mind. Not that she was unable to wipe her face clean, nor that she'd stink of cum for hours. There was some strange appeal in being strapped to the floor with Fel having her way with her.

"Wasn't so bad, right?" Syn said somewhere from the left.

"No," the knight grinned. "But still feel like I've been passed around in a brothel."

The human caught a glimpse of the half-elf laughing heartily, still a sizable bulge in her straining pants.

"There is no doubt. You'd be the pearl of any red lantern establishment," Syn said.

Lyanne, drops of heavy orcish spunk still dripping before her vision, blushed and faced the ceiling.

"Now that's some compliment you don't hear often."

"You are beautiful."

The orc's voice was tender. Too tender to possibly belong to a 10-foot tall, constantly battle craving orc warrior with the libido of a breeding bull. But the perfect fit for Fel nevertheless.

Lyanne turned to her, staring back into those wide eyes, glimmering with pure affection.

"I have no idea what Syn just said," the orc grinned. "But you are beautiful. Even more with my cum on you."

Lyanne didn't doubt her words for a second. There was no point in lying, not that Fel resorted to bending the truth at all anyway. Even after being freed by her arousal, she wore that loving gaze. Not as a tool to get into Lyanne's pants or to charm her way to another epic climax -- that was who she was underneath all that endless lust. A realisation that only now came to Lyanne and made her all warm and tingly inside.

"Thank you... big green," Lyanne said, smiling just as bright. "Now what?"

"Now we wait," Syn answered. "And hope you start to grow soon."

Fel growled and tore at her chains the hardest she could until her palms slithered free. She closed her eyes and began talking to herself with visible devotion.

"Are you praying again?" Lyanne asked.

"Yup," the orc grinned, but didn't stop muttering in her native tongue.

"What are you praying for?" Syn joined in.

The orc didn't have to open her eyes to let the others know they were sparkling with excitement.

"For the spirits to do for Lyanne what they did to me. Only so much more."

Lyanne had for once time to reflect and search her feelings. Not a luxury she was often afforded. Or maybe too often avoided by her. Who would have thought she'd find most clarity in the depths of some elvish dungeon?

This was exactly where she should be. And even if that weren't the case -- did it really matter?

Would this night mark the end to the days when she had to make sense of everything? Plan everything? Maybe it was time to let things play out for once. Let fate take the helm and live in the moment. From the many skills she had yet to learn, this might be the lesson most needed. Thankfully, she was in the presence of two great teachers to learn from.

Lyanne felt the bond between her comrades strengthen by the second, with every thought that lingered on them. On Fel and Syn in equal measure now. The easiness with which they held onto the faintest bit of hope, savoured any opportunity to enjoy life. Actual life, not just duty. Would it be reprehensible to try it just once? It was worth a shot, that she promised to herself, if they'd make it through the day.

With the love-drunken grin of a much younger lass, Lyanne allowed that warmth to spread, until she realised it wasn't just her feelings toying with her mind.

Lyanne savoured the rising heat, knowing the ancient power would soon consume her. Bringing with it the sort of pleasure that would make anyone twitch in excitement. She wasn't as outspoken as Fel but her joy over her new size was just as great. And then there was the prospect of another growth spurt looming over her.

The knight's limbs tightened, already sore with anticipation of the greatest bliss she could even imagine. One she would no longer needed to even pretend to fight. Not around her comrades, who'd enjoy it just as much as her. Well, almost.

"I think it's starting," Lyanne eventually broke the silence, already panting.

"Finally!" Fel tensed. "Grow as big as you can!"

"I will try."

Lyanne let out a deep breath to make her sore muscles relax, but that only made them tense that much harder. The temperature was rising like in a cooking pot until moments later a fine mist started to rise from her.

"You're ... steaming," Syn said.

"Fel's cum," Lyanne clarified, but that was all she managed to utter.

Her head felt heavy, her limbs just as cumbersome, but never felt she more energized. The weight in her balls soon clouded her mind with pleasure and the tightness in her abs almost tricked her into thinking she was strapped to the rack instead.

And then it began.

Lyanne bit her lip, swallowing the first moan when her cock shot forward by a few inches, rising to full hardness with a few more powerful pulses.

"What a start!" Fel cheered, but Lyanne barely noticed her.

Too much was she entranced by the sensations rampaging through her, piercing into her. Her legs tensed again, pulsing stronger than last time. So did her arms, bulging as full as after a proper workout. Even her breasts tingled so delicately, they would have easily sufficed to bring Lyanne to her knees with lust.

Her wet raven hair draped onto the cold stone floor and the streams of steaming sweat pouring off her might made it look like she was suffering, but Lyanne loved every second of it.

Her ears only caught traces of Fel's and Syn's praises, but Lyanne no longer needed their advice on how to make most of her growth at all.

Lyanne rallied all her strength and flexed all her muscles at once like she always adored doing. Every familiarized cord of brawn tensed, getting tighter the harder she focused on her raw strength. And unlike usual, fatigue didn't cut her short, but instead she was getting only stronger.

She had almost convinced herself into thinking her rigorous training was merely a tool in a knight's arsenal. Necessary to fulfil her oath. But deep down she always knew, she loved doing it. To hunt the next pump, to watch herself bulging and flexing in the mirror, the thrill of knowing she'd have to get even bigger the next day.

About time she allowed herself to enjoy it for everyone to see.

Lyanne could feel her shoulders fill out stronger, her biceps peaking, her lats flaring like wings. Even her abs felt like they were stretched with the rest of her, each rivalling the scales of lamellar armour.

"Come on," she commanded herself between grit teeth, channelling the power rising within her. "Just... a ... bit ... more!"

In this moment she fully, unconditionally, let go for the first time.

The wall of steam rose even faster now, sweat and cum alike evaporating right before everyone's eyes. The sound of Lyanne's garment tearing accompanied the fleshy contractions of massive muscles, tensed to the absolute maximum and beyond.

Lyanne's heart was pounding, the fire roaring in her veins literally burning through her skin and through her robe. This time she didn't even flinch, didn't question the flames, but welcomed them with a grin. For they revealed her now pulsating figure.

"Yes!" she gasped and watched her cock rise.

Her shaft felt like it was pulled by a dozen hands, from every angle into every direction. Her veins were flaring fuller, just like her balls were filling so rapidly she could feel both orbs swelling across the cold floor.

"MORE!"

Lyanne's voice forced her body into submission.

Her limbs stretched; bones lengthened to keep up with how massively her muscles wished themselves greater. Her cock, painfully hard and swollen already, surged further into the air with every involuntary thrust. Inch by inch, until toppled by its own weight, crashed back down onto her contracting abs. Snaking across those deep caverns with the same joy and unchecked hunger to grow further.

She craved to touch herself so badly, yet she wouldn't have traded these chains for anything in the world. The more she pulled, the more her muscles fought against them, the greater that endless tension rose. Even when her wrists were painfully overflowing the iron cuffs.

Lyanne mindlessly slurred, her eyes rolling back in her head with every new surge, but she felt every new inch she gained only more intensely than the last.

Her cock seemed destined to touch her swelling breasts, twitching and throbbing like it was hilt deep in Syn's divine tightness moments away from bloating that gorgeous belly that much fuller!

"FFFUCK!"

Her pussy and her ass convulsed just as hard. Both holes erupting with the same violence as when they were destroyed by Fel's monstrous size. By the spirits, gods, whatever, she would have loved that so much right now!

The islander grunted like a rabid animal, forcing every fibre of her body to continue expanding, stronger, longer, wider ... anything!

Her ass was filling out way rounder than a thousand squats could have shaped it. Her biceps felt already as thick and hard as her clenched fists, yet they refused to stop peaking even higher. Her back, already wider than Fel, gained even more definition, until it pushed her literally off the ground, making those chains creak in agony.

Now she got tired of them.

Overcome by the desperate need to experience every part of her growing body she pulled with all her might and at last broke them in half. They barely offered any resistance at all, not when they were reduced to basically lumps of molten ore already.

The outline of her hulking figure scorched itself into the stone, as if she was sinking into sand. Claiming more space with every moment of orgasmic euphoria.

She clutched her vein-riddled shaft with both hands and tightened the seal until even her powerful fingers had no more power to give. Her hips thrusted up, hilting all of her violently spasming shaft right before her much bigger chest.

Lyanne lost all sense of time and space. She just kept fucking her hands if she was rutting Fel and Syn. Both of them, ever harder!

At last, she came, so fiercely, so powerful, her stream shot past her breasts, her head and hit the wall at the other end of the cell. It took her six shots for her balls to feel any lighter. Another dozen before her senses returned to her. And another few just to wake up from the greatest orgasm she ever had.

Naked, panting ... in heaven.

"Fuck me!" she laughed. "Now THAT... was something else."

Neither of her comrades answered her.

Lyanne peeked over to Fel who looked frozen, staring at the knight like she was about to faint. But her shaft stood away from her like a mizzen. Utterly swollen and violently throbbing. All 28 inches of it.

"Hard again? Of course you are," the islander grinned and turned to Syn.

The half-elf wore the same expression, paired with rosy cheeks and dilated eyes. And the same massive tent protruding from her.

"You too?" Lyanne asked, her huge chest swelling with even more pride.

"I mean," Syn gulped. "You put on quite the show."

"Glad I wasn't the only one enjoying myself."

"That was the hottest thing I have ever seen!" Fel gasped, pre-cum dripping from her gigantic beast.

Well, it no longer seemed THAT absurdly huge. Quite manageable even.

"Is that so?" the towering islander said and rose to her staggering new height, inspecting her new form.

Fuck, she was just sooo big!

It was hard to comprehend how beautifully well-proportioned her body had become. Every area she deemed inadequate for too long filled out nicely and caught up with her quite bottom-heavy build. By the gods, her arms, almost rivalled her huge legs now! And who could forget about her chest, her shoulders, hell even her balls felt twice as full and plump. Smashing against her legs at all times.

They were so absurdly fat, still brimming with many more loads of cum, they kept tempting her still engorged cock. That meat pole kept flexing and pulsating, smearing its spunk against her tree-trunk like thighs as it slowly shrunk.

It was just so pleasantly heavy, so gloriously huge, like the rest of her.

Not only her physique shone in a new light, but her height also saw some major improvement.

Everything seemed so much further away now, especially Syn's and Fel's baffled stares. Her head now brushed against the ceiling for fuck's sake!

"Who else is tired of this shithole?"

Both her friends remained stunned, only their heads slowly bobbing up and down like in trance.

"Good. Then lean back, this won't take long," she said and flexed her arms just for good measure.

Lyanne grabbed the iron gate to her cell with both hands and ripped it out the hinges like it was made of paper. Her back muscles didn't even have to join in, her constantly pumped arms were more than enough on their own.

"Awesome," she muttered, aroused by her new strength and the way Syn and Fel's lustful gazes followed her.

She chose to free Fel first. That poor girl looked like she was seconds away from nose bleeding while watching the knight breaking her way and barely fitting into the orc's cell.

The reinforced chains were not much more of an obstacle either. One by one they were ripped open, freeing more of the shivering greenskin underneath. The way Fel's cock pushed itself into her face was tempting, especially the prospect of growing even more. Surely, that could wait for a few more hours. But back in camp, she could remember Fel of her promise. And take her for a ride she would never forget.

The human's smirk grew only wider when the towering orc, for the first time since crossing the weeping mountains had to look up at someone taller and stronger than her. By maybe three inches, but that realisation left both gasping.

"Look at that," Lyanne grinned, her own shaft challenging the green monster before it as well. "I guess I won't call you 'Big Green' anymore."

"I guess not," Fel almost moaned wide-eyed.

Her green fingers shily brushed over those powerful arms, caressing those cords of steel-like muscles before retreating just as timidly with feverish awe.

"Careful with that thing," Lyanne winked, making sure her huge, toned ass brushed against the orc's desperate manhood as she headed for Syn.

Fel grunted and gasped in her native tongue when she came again.

Lyanne had to admit, she adored the power she now wielded over Fel.

Syn was no less enthralled. She watched in silence when Lyanne bent iron bars with complete ease. Those gargantuan muscles bulging and the swinging mast, for sure more than 2 feet in length, leaving the half-elf salivating.

"And? Too much?" Lyanne asked, already knowing the answer as she helped Syn up.

The wonderfully, curvy woman, only reached as far as Lyanne's breasts now. Easily two heads short of the 10-foot-tall giant of nude knighthood.

"Not one bit," Syn said, having to crane her neck to catch those green eyes. "It... fits you."

"That's nice to hear," Lyanne leaned forward. "But I'm more curious if all this still fits in you."

Gods, it felt great knowing she could make her commander squirm with just a few words now.

"We'll have to find out later," Syn whispered before regaining some composure. "Surely, all of us got plenty of reasons to get out of here sooner rather than later. But we still have a mission to fulfil. We need to retrieve the journal, and the guards might be here any second now."

"And we will be ready."

Lyanne and her comrades waited behind the reinforced door, but no guard came rushing through it. They should have been alarmed by the sounds coming from their prisoners. Maybe not so much by their moans, but the sound of metal breaking and bending should have prompted someone to take notice.

They decided to head out eventually, just to find the guard room outside completely deserted.

"Now that reeks," Syn said, peaking around the corner.

"Sorry," Lyanne whispered from above her.

"Not of cum, but of a trap," Syn clarified.

"An ambush?" Lyanne asked.

"I'm not sure. Maybe they'll await us at the library?"

"Hah! Maybe those little cowards just got scared!" Fel said, standing on her tippy toes to complete the trio of heads sticking out on top.

"Still, someone should be here," Syn said and stepped forward. "They wouldn't just leave their posts like this."

She was right. The guards must have left in a hurry. Spoons still hanging out of their bowls of porridge. Candles still lit and scrolls littered over the floor.

"Hey look," Fel said after everyone scattered for clues. "Is that not yours?"

Syn and Lyanne grimaced when they found their two bags sitting in the corner.

"Why are they here?" Lyanne asked.

"No idea," Syn squinted and looked inside.

They found them like they left them, full of the books from the library. Lyanne found it hard to believe the Groveguard didn't return them the moment their prisoners were apprehended.

"Well, seems this just got a lot easier!" the orc said.

"Almost too easy," Lyanne added while eying Syn.

The half-elf pulled another, new book out of her dark bag. One not nearly as thick and dusty as the other, but compact, more colourful.

"What's that?" Lyanne asked.

"It's called 'The Journey of the Everstar'. The favourite of many children," she said and smiled softly. "And also mine. Too many years ago."

There was only one conclusion she could reach... only one that would fit.

"This must be your father's doing, right?" Lyanne asked eventually.

The half-elf left out a deep sigh when she put the book away, fast but still with great care.

"Let's leave this mystery for later. When we're out," she said in a cold hurry, like she wasn't bothered.

Yet, Lyanne caught the brightest smile blooming on her commander's face as she turned towards the exit.

The trio snuck up the staircase, further away from the dungeon hidden deep in the fortress. Suddenly, they heard horns in the distance. All three halted and listened.

"Guess it was just a matter of time they noticed," Lyanne whispered.

"Finally! Let them come!" Fel joined in before another signal erupted.

"No... those are trumpets," Syn muttered and started running. "That's not for us."

Further and further up, faster than someone of her proportions should be capable of.

"Why are we running?!" Fel groaned.

Again, even more trumpets and horns echoed from the distance.

"Because this is the signal for a siege!" Syn hissed.

"A siege?!" Lyanne asked. "By whom?"

Syn breathed heavy by the time the exit finally came into view.

"How can this be? Humans?" Lyanne asked.

"Impossible! No human lord possessed the strength to besiege Yarathrond since the age of t-"

She halted in shock.

Lyanne and Fel crammed themselves into the doorframe as well.

The knight's heart sank just as much as her commander's.

She saw an army, easily a thousand men strong gathered before the walls. Multiple banners waving in the moonlight, some she didn't recognise. Some from Hammark. And then there was the unmistakable flaming boar, Ser Lundor's coat of arms, Karstjan's sigill the red steed and their band's three silver spears.

"This can't be real," Lyanne muttered in disbelief. "This must the prophecy's work? Some magic or something."

"No," the commander said in an emotional tone. "That's just our boys."

Fel leaned further in, her green fist hitting into the night sky.

"FUCK THEM UP, GUYS!"

"SHHHH!!"

Lyanne and Syn pulled the overjoyed orc back before any guard could hear them.

"Are you out of your mind?!"

"Come on, this is amazing! We wanted a real fight!" Fel laughed.

"Not a fight. This is the distraction we needed. For us to escape ... and to..." Syn stopped herself.

"And to what?" Lyanne asked.

"To free my people," the half-elf said, her eyes burning with determination.

Lyanne felt a knot in her throat when she asked the obvious question.

"Do they deserve your help? They wouldn't attempt the same in your position."

"Perhaps not, but I still need to try," Syn insisted. "All of us are given one last chance. That's theirs."

The towering knight didn't attempt to hide the obvious pride she felt in that moment. That was why Syn was never to be questioned. Not only a great commander, but an even better person.

"Aye. I'll follow you."

Fel's huge head shot left and right so fast her mane danced in the night.

"What people? You do not want to fight but meet up with some people, what next?!"

"Fel," the tallest of the three laid her hand on the orc's shoulder. "Trust me, this is necessary."

Despite not having any details, nor understanding the emotional importance for Syn she grit her teeth and rolled her eyes.

"Okay, I am in," she said, also planting her huge paw on Lyanne and one on Syn who stood out as the by far smallest of the trio.

"You two have my gratitude to the end of time," the half-elf grinned, her lip quivering. "Fine, let's fucking do this then."

"Fuck yeah!"