The Three Adventurers Pt. 18

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Futa, fantasy, (explicit) hardcore sex chapter, growth scene, hyper sizes, domination, female muscle, romance, threesome, giantess growth, hourglass expansion, weight gain, bbw, teasing, public nudity, size praise, banter, cum inflation, excessive ejaculation, size comparison

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

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The whole tent crackled with life.

Not only by the grace of a dozen fires underneath rotisseries leaving a hundred mouths watering. In equal measure also due to the deafening symphony of men coming together in comradery and brotherhood - new and old. Truly, Gunjon had mastered the fine art of meticulously planning any feast. Perhaps even worthy of the grand halls of Counts and Dukes by now.

Yet, Syn didn't feel the same warmth she used to.

She sipped from her mug and let her eyes wander in silence. It wasn't that she felt any less welcome, but she could tell some invisible cloud loomed over the three futas that wasn't there before. She saw it in the boys' eyes. When she caught them latching onto her, Lyanne and Fel, whenever they felt like nobody was watching. Not with malice, and more than a few with smiles on their lips, but with uncertainty that burnt vivid in their stares.

They were right to be unsure. There was no telling what the three would turn into... or what they had already become.

Syn also sensed everyone's reluctance to let the three out of their sight, noticed them edge closer to savour every moment together. They must have been also aware, that this might be one of the last occasions for them to do so. For the three's path led well beyond where any of them could follow.

Syn knew that. So did Lyanne, sitting with Ser Lundor and Gunjon, armed with laughter and ears graced with surely glorious tales. Also Fel, surrounded by all dwarves and hellbent on bringing half the tent to life herself knew that. Everybody did.

The half-elf smirked and chose to feel gratitude for the time she was given with them, over the bitterness that it would end soon. And that made the wine taste just a bit sweeter than before.

She sat at the table with dozens of companions from her youth, but closest to Khoren and Karstjan. No matter how welcoming and captivating their company might be, Syn couldn't bring herself to stop noticing the uncertainty in their eyes. Making every sentence feel like a final departure or the rehearsal of one.

It especially pained her to see Khoren that way.

Naturally, he caught up with the many stories surrounding the three over the last few days, and his gaze had shifted completely. The hesitation with which he chose his words again, almost akin to back when he saw Syn merely as an unwanted extension of her father.

She had hoped those days were behind her. That she finally, for the first time in her life, was allowed to be part of Khoren and his people.

In the first night she was.

She felt it. When songs of heroes were belted into the moonlight. But since then, she was once more drifting away from them. Until the deep-rooted feeling she knew so well reigned again.

That she didn't belong to them.

Syn took a deep breath and eventually got up with grace despite her haste.

"Are you leaving already?" Karstjan asked in a worried tone.

"Only to embrace the night before the wine gets to me," Syn said warmly and reached out to Khoren. "Don't you worry. I'll leave you both in great company."

Karstjan, always ready to bring out his smile, would surely fill the table with grand stories and wit in her absence. Khoren's eyes on the other hand lingered long on the unnaturally huge woman towering above him. He grabbed Syn's hands with the touch of an old man and said more than a thousand words could with his timid nod.

He had long found peace in Syn's departure. And probably thought the moment had just arrived.

"Save me a bottle, will you? There is still a tomorrow," she offered and made the elder's wrinkled face brighten.

"You have my word, Syndranel," he said with a smile of pure delight.

As the half-elf headed out, she took in the scene one last time. A myriad of people combining to a unique group of all colours and sizes, worthy of a painting outlasting the ages. One Syn no longer needed be a part of. Better to leave the canvas to someone new, she thought.

Lyanne caught her wandering gaze. No words were required to know what went through the other's head. They could both see it in their eyes. That they felt the same.

Syn left the tent with a smirk, one that would remain on her face until she sat down on top of the highest hill not too far from the camp. Still within reach to listen to the storm of songs and voices from afar.

She knew she could count on Lyanne following her soon after. With another bottle in her hand, that looked way too tiny on a woman this staggeringly muscular and wide in frame.

"I hope you didn't leave because you're no longer in the mood for wine," the knight said and joined her commander in watching the many tents.

"You will never catch me say no to a fine drop."

"It's pretty isn't it?" she asked Lyanne. "Like an ocean of candlelight."

"Careful, you run risk of becoming a poet," Syn smiled as Lyanne sat down next to her.

"Imagine that. A poet from Igland," the knight laughed and unscrewed the cork with her teeth. "But it's true. This is a special sight. And you made that happen."

"This isn't solely my doing. This band is the effort of many people," Syn said softly. "Including you."

"Yet it all started with you," Lyanne smirked and took a sip. "I'm just glad I was allowed to be a part of it. I will always cherish that time."

"Me too."

Syn was handed the bottle and eyed it while nostalgia swept over her.

"I will miss them," she sighed, the wine barely able to untangle the knot in her throat. "But they can't join us."

"No. They can't," Lyanne agreed and leaned back, staring at the tents with the same refusal to let go. "We'll have to tell them soon."

"Tomorrow. Let them have this last night," Syn said and handed the bottle back.

"Aye. One last night."

The bottle exchanged hands a few more times before familiar stomps crept into the night. Ones which Syn hoped she'd hear sooner rather than later.

"There you are," Fel chuckled, her gigantic, green body glimmering in the moonlight. "What are you doing all alone?"

"Just talking about the good ol' days," Lyanne answered and offered the bottle to the orc. "Feels like the night to do so."

"That sounds like something you two do," Fel chuckled and lifted the bottle to her lips, emptying the last few drops in seconds. "Can I join you?"

"You don't have to ask, Fel," Syn said and invited Fel to sit next to her. "After all we three belong together now."

"I mean there is a literal prophecy saying that, so it has to be true," Lyanne grinned.

Fel laughed and looked to the sky, her bulging arms spreading like wings.

"Spirits! Thank you for choosing the right northerners," she 'prayed' and laughed.

Syn couldn't stop herself grinning, sitting in between her two comrades. Bound by fate they might be but given the choice she would always wish to end up here. With them. Both. Tonight.

"True words, Fel," their commander said, still lost in the orc's presence. "They chose wisely."

Her heart thumped twice as heavy in her chest, the butterflies once more swarming in her generous belly. She then decided this would be the moment.

"I'm delighted to know you two by my side," Syn said, her gaze travelling to orcish and islander eyes alike, filled with the same warmth. "There is no one else I would want to go onto this journey with."

"Me neither."

"Yeah... me too, heh."

Both titans of brawn and battle blushed like young maids gushing about their feelings for the first time. They were quite alike. Lyanne and Fel. Hopefully, they would reveal more similarities tonight.

The half-elf's long fingers reached out to both sides, finding their targets without hesitation and with a firm grip.

"What... are you... doing?" Lyanne muttered first.

Fel shuddered just as much but found enjoyment quicker than the knight.

"What does it look like?" Syn said, stroking both her comrades harder, feeling their members fill with lust and size. "I want you. Both. Together."

"Are... you sure about that?" Lyanne whimpered but allowed the bulge under her make-shift robe to swell. "We're ... pretty big now."

"She knows what she is doing," Fel moaned. "And what she wants."

Syn turned to the orc, her massive mast already fattening in delight and those wide eyes watching the half-elf closely. They burnt with the same desire she could feel throbbing in her hand.

There was nothing she was more desperate to find in those pure, innocent eyes.

"I absolutely do," Syn said and leaned in, kissing those big lips with fiery passion.

The gigantic orc didn't hesitate either and shoved her much longer tongue into Syn too. Those massive green paws quickly found purpose by digging into Syn's robe, which barely covered her immense curves.

She whimpered when her the roundness of her ass was explored, the firmness of her thighs... and the growing girth of her rather chubby cock.

A kiss relived a thousand times in her dreams, but nothing came close to what Syn felt in this moment. The connection she now shared with Fel. Well beyond just lust. Although there was more than enough of it.

Both women pulsed and shivered in arousal long after their lips parted. And Lyanne, biting her lip awaited her turn with an adorable redness. She more than deserved to feel what Syn just experienced. A moment of utmost fulfilment.

"Come here, my knight in shining armour," Syn teased her.

Not without success.

For Lyanne lunged forward like she was about to pin her commander to the floor. It was obvious how much she lusted for this kiss and now that Syn could get a taste of Lyanne herself, she only regretted not granting her that wish much sooner.

Both warriors now dug into the half-elf's lavish figure more eagerly. Especially Lyanne was totally unable to take her fingers off those massive breasts which already tingled in sensitive pleasure. And big Green made sure that the rising tent emerging from between Syn's thick thighs was growing fatter by the second.

Syn gasped and moaned while her lips kept clashing with Lyanne's. It came as little surprise that she was indeed an accomplished kisser, but the way her hand kept caressing Syn's neck and pulled her in left the half-elf drooling.

She could feel both, orc and islander alike, shudder with meaty pulses now that both their cocks had grown too girthy for Syn's fingers to wrap around. They were massive... and kept getting bigger.

"Oh my... you two needed this... so badly," Syn eventually gasped when she pulled away from Lyanne.

"You too, boss," Fel grinned, her meaty fingers dripping with Syn's pre-cum spilling through the garment.

"I mean, you were the one who brought it up in the dungeon, remember?" Lyanne gasped and allowed Syn to free all those glorious muscles underneath that comical excuse of a gown.

"Not without reason," Syn said and was finally pushed onto the floor from both sides.

Both giant women caressed every part of her body now. Syn wished they'd smother her, make use of their colossal strength, tear through the already agonizingly tight dress rubbing against her engorged nipples. Never did she experience heat like this. Not by magic, not by divine powers, just ordinary, unadulterated horniness.

Syn kept working her two lovers' ever lengthening, ever fattening shafts, accompanied with the sound of multiple feet of vein-riddled monsters appreciating her handy work with loud and powerful throbs.

"You two... are getting... soo big," she panted, when Lyanne began to suck on her now exposed nipples and explored the softness of her belly.

"Yes, we are huge," Fel stated, grabbing the smaller woman's swollen balls and caressed that gushing pussy underneath. "And soon you will be huge too."

"I fucking hope so," Syn slurred in between throaty moans.

Rarely did Syndranel find herself struggling to contain herself. She was always master over her own body, the one who decided when she gave into her orgasm or not. Tonight, she was surrendering all control.

Her own cock exploded to full size, moments away from eruption, but she kept pulling Fel in for more pleasure. Wordlessly begging the green titan to bless her neglected nipple with her tusks. Which Fel did masterfully.

Syn's high-pitched gasps echoed through the night, with both colossal warriors sucking and fondling her fat breasts like nobody ever managed before. She was invaded by too many sensations at once. With hands and tongues on her tits, then later fingers in her cunt, smacking her balls, another hand on her ass, she wanted it all and they gave her it all.

The half-elf's nails aimlessly dug into endless chords of iron muscles, impossibly wide backs and head-sized biceps without even leaving as much as a scratch. She was no match for Fel's and Lyanne's heat. A scorching flame that left all three grunting and moaning in delight without even wasting a single thought on what laid beyond their hill.

"Yes... yes... harder," Syn begged in a fever pitch.

And Fel and Lyanne understood their assignment perfectly.

Their massive bodies pinned Syn only firmer into their bed of grass. With their strong arms reaching between the half-elf's legs, digging into her massive breasts and with huge tongues wrapped around desperately engorged nipples.

Syn mindlessly reached for their loudly, angrily throbbing shafts, when she was about to be overwhelmed by her own pleasure. Just to feel the sheer extent to which both her comrades had grown down there.

"FUCK!! YEESS!" Syn moaned lewdly, when the radiant heat paired with powerful pulses shook her tiny hands ... and pushed her over the edge.

She came without any warning. Her own 17 inches felt tiny compared to what Fel and Lyanne now wielded, but the orgasm was exquisite regardless. Load after load she shot into the air, surely covering those bulging, impossibly strong backs looming over her, with copious amounts of spunk.

Yet, Fel and Lyanne weren't slowing down. They continued to caress Syn's plentiful curves with the same ferocity, potentially even more so after witnessing how much their commander loved their efforts. They kept milking every last bit of pleasure out of Syn, granting her a second breath... and then a third ... a fourth.

Syn's orgasm was so powerful she could feel the soreness in her balls and the puddle her gushing pussy left under her, but her climax still ruled over her. Only when Syn had completely fallen deaf to the world and grown numb to both her lovers' relentless touches did they stop.

"Sooo... gooood," the half-elf babbled, barely able to breath.

"Looks like she enjoyed herself, huh?" Lyanne said and winked at the gigantic orc.

"Heh! Yeah, I can feel it on my back," Fel laughed, her huge body jiggling and rippling with strength. "But we should not stop now."

"No, that would be bad manners," Lyanne said biting her lip. "So... who goes first?"

"Heh! What do you think?" the orc smirked and flexed her arms to challenge Lyanne. "Who is bigger."

"You sure you want to go down that road?" Lyanne frowned and made her treetrunk of an arm bulge to full size as well.

Syn, still panting on soaked grass, looked up to both gargantuan warriors like a mouse watching two falcons' bicker over their prey. Only did that 'mouse' not mind being outmatched a hundred times by those two titans looming over her. Who could have their ways with her. In any way they liked. And Syn would have no means to stop them. That thought made her cunt quiver again.

Syn's hands found both impossibly hard cocks again, still neglected and throbbing in unbroken excitement. They longed for far more than just her touch. And Syn was willing to give them everything they desired and more!

"I will take you both," Syn gasped in a tone befitting a mouse. "At the same time."

Both Lyanne and Fel lightened up with desire, their lust burning in their eyes and their cocks pulsing with even more need because of it.

"You are a brave woman, Syn," Lyanne gasped, dripping with pre-cum.

"She is the boss for a reason," Fel joined in, her green fingers pinching her commander's sensitive nipples again. "But tonight, she is our little slut."

Syn came again.

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Lyanne didn't have to rely on her fingers to keep herself hard as they walked further away from camp for minutes.

Afterall, they would surely need all the privacy they could get, for she expected nothing else but to dish out the greatest rutting any woman had ever received. And Syn looked more than up for it, despite barely reaching as high as Lyanne's or Fel's breasts.

"So, how are we doing this?" Lyanne asked impatiently when those massive buttocks swaying before her halted.

"Someone is eager," Syn teased and wiggled her amazing ass, until she earned herself a spank.

"Not just her," Fel roared as well, her imprint reddening on Syn's fat behind.

Both warriors couldn't wait any longer. Their shafts bobbed in front of them with need, huge and hard as steel, invigorated by the thought of hilting themselves all the way into Syn. And a body blessed with curves big and soft enough to keep even lovers of such huge proportions more than on edge.

"Would it be surprising, if I tell you, that I already thought of this?" Syn smiled before her hands grabbed one gigantic meatpole each.

"Of course you have," Lyanne smirked and spread her powerful legs so her balls could be worshipped as well.

"Fel. Remember our first night?" the half-elf asked.

"Ohhh, yes. I do," the orc gasped, her dark-green member audibly pulsing.

"Then you know what to do, big girl," Syn said and grew fully hard despite the amazing load minutes earlier.

The mere thought of waiting another second for Syn's beautiful body should've been unbearable, but the sight made up for it a hundred times.

Fel grabbed the half-elf by her fat ass, with strong fingers digging deep into those soft cushions. She lifted the thick, yet comparatively tiny woman, without any effort and until Syn towered inches above Fel's face. An opportunity both wouldn't miss for another steamy kiss. While in the meantime a certain orcish cock lined itself up like a tournee pole, reaching out for the constantly gushing cunt until it rubbed its swollen glance against awaiting lips.

There was no way in any hell that Syn could possibly take something this ridiculously, monstrously huge. For fucks sake! Fel's cock was almost as thick as Syn's chunky thighs! And almost a third of Syn's entire height in length!

Yet, Fel started spreading Syn's entrance wider as she kept pulling the half-elf down by her legs. Steadily deeper and against all reason -- to both their obvious delight.

"Oh ... my... fucking..." Lyanne muttered and rubbed herself harder with every inch Fel rammed in.

"By the spirits! You are so... much tighter!" the orc slurred and thrusted her hips, sinking even more of her length into the now constantly erupting pussy.

"SOOO BIG!" Syn thundered into the night while she was stretched impossibly wide. "MAKE IT ALL FIT!"

Her plead was answered by Fel tightening her grip around Syn's waist and pulled her down until her fat buttocks slammed against those massively swollen green orbs.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" both slurred in unisome and Fel continued thrusting.

A part of Lyanne recognised that the sight before shouldn't be possible. Nobody should be able to survive being impaled like that, let alone scream in orgasmic joy. But what's 'impossible' lost its meaning a long time ago.

"When can I join in?" Lyanne asked -- the only thing in her mind.

Syn, shuddering and twitching throughout her entire lust-stricken body, whispered something to Fel which made the orc's eyes widen even further. Both of them stared at the knight with such lust Lyanne's legs almost got weak.

"Come here," Syn muttered and leaned back.

Further and further, until she hung head upside down. The outline of Fel's fat shaft bulged obscenely through Syn's belly, stretching her skin like silk. Fel's impossible girth lifted Syn's weight all by itself, for the orc was back to caressing the half-elf's thighs and shaft with her hands.

Lyanne stepped forward, Syn's face inching closer and her drooling maw opening the moment her tongue was within reach of the knight's pulsating pole.

"Fuck my face," Syn begged lewdly.

"It will never fit," Lyanne muttered, while her entire body disagreed.

"It will," the half-elf moaned, her tongue already getting a taste of Lyanne's pre-cum. "We can't hurt each other, remember? Now FUCK ME!"

Within the blink of an eye did all reservations vanish and Lyanne's member lunged forward with the rest of her.

She took hold of Syn's head and started pulling herself in.

"Oh... gods!" she panted while watching Syn's maw opening wider than it ever should.

Like a snake devouring a fieldmouse, she kept swallowing all of that vein-riddled beast with ease. Even when it was almost wide enough to cover Syn's entire face. The obscene bulge kept travelling down Syn's oesophagus until it reached her bosom.

Her heavenly, soft, perfect bosom.

"Please tell me you'll be okay," Lyanne managed to say in between desperate moans.

Syn reaching behind the islander and pulled herself in even further did a lot to convince Lyanne. Having her painfully bloated balls cradled as well, was what truly crushed the last bit of hesitation though.

"You have to stop worrying all the time," Fel said, making Lyanne lift her head away from those glorious, heaving tits. "Just enjoy it."

The orc stood closer to her now that both had their entire shafts hilted inside Syn. Despite the inhuman levels of pleasure rampaging through Lyanne did she feel herself drawn to the orc's loving gaze.

"Okay," Lyanne said softly.

She took hold of Syn's oversized rack thrusted her hips in rhythm with Fel's. Never did the islander feel anything this gloriously tight and amazing.

The outline of both their cocks inched closer the harder they went, until they finally crashed into each other.

"Just like that!" the orc roared and, like Lyanne, never took her eyes off the powerful warrior standing before her. "I want you."

Lyanne's muscles bulged, her balls felt fuller by the second, but her heart was pounding even stronger.

"I want you too," she muttered and leaned forward.

With both continuously thrusting into their squirming commander and their hands free to roam over each other's bodies did Lyanne and Fel finally share their first kiss.

Their muffled moans rang louder in Lyanne's ears than the wet slaps of desperate thrusts or Syn's never-ending orgasm. She never expected to feel this way again, not after kissing Syn... but Fel was just as special.

"By the spirits! You taste amazing," the orc whispered. "I... waited so long for this."

"So do you... big Green.... and I ... also awaited this moment."

Lyanne was completely lost in Fel's gaze for some time, unable to think at all.

Both warriors shivered with lust when their manhoods kept clashing against each other somewhere inside Syn's utterly ravaged womb. Only Syn's desperate moans brought them back into the insanity they lived in.

"Let's fuck her for real this time," Lyanne said first. "Who comes first loses?"

"OH FUCK YES!"

Fel took hold of Syn's flailing thighs with an iron grip and brutally slammed all she got into the half-elf's endless cunt.

Lyanne on the other end found the firmest grip with Syn's fat juggs. Although her jiggling belly was a close second.

They thrusted with all their might, rubbing against each other within Syn every time they pushed their restless hips through.

Bliss as this was impossible to withstand for long. Within seconds did Lyanne feel like her balls were about to explode, but she kept going.

"FFFFUCCKKK!" Fel shouted as well, her huge arms flexing bigger the more her heavy balls slapped against Syn.

The duo refused to give up and only fucked Syn faster and deeper. The outline of their cocks swelled even fatter as more blood rushed into them, stretching Syn's skin even further. With grit teeth and primal grunts did both warriors withstand the onslaught of their massive shafts. Veins rubbing against veins, the slick wetness of pre-cum coating Syn's hot inner walls as they continued to doubleteam Syn without mercy.

And just when Lyanne began contemplating the admission of defeat did Syn make that choice for her.

By squeezing both her balls and inserting two more fingers into the knight's cunt did the damn finally break.

"OOOHHH SHITTTT!" Lyanne gasped, her eyes rolling back and unloaded into Syn.

Fel lasted only as long as it took Syn's cum to travel up her fattening shaft.

The orc instinctively reached out to Lyanne, grabbing her by her broad shoulder and pulled herself with all she had left.

Knight and orc alike panted mindlessly, the sound of their massive balls pumping barrel's worth of seed into Syn robbing them of the last coherent thoughts.

All they could do was watching Syn's belly rise like dough, fuller and fatter with every new wave. They would keep cumming for minutes and not stop before Syn's freakishly bloated mid sloshed like the ocean.

For all the battles either of them had fought before, for any hardship in the last few days, remaining on their feet throughout this bliss was the greatest feat both Lyanne and Fel had ever accomplished.

"Draw?" Lyanne asked first, her massive legs feeling like jelly.

"Sure," Fel grinned, her arms and fingers shaking violently still. "Should we see if Syn is still alive?"

"Good idea," Lyanne said and caressed the sweaty mess of hair hanging into her balls. "You still there?"

Syn, still reduced to being a spitroast, offered a weak growl and an even less convincing thumbs up, while another glob of cum dripped down her chubby, limp dick.

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"This is perfect," Syn thought, contently sandwiched between Fel and Lyanne.

She might look pregnant with a litter of children, but nothing about that thought concerned her. If anything, she enjoyed that overwhelming heat and fulness even more daydreaming this would be permanent.

That fantasy would only last for a few minutes.

"Something's happening," Lyanne said first, cradling Syn's bloated stomach without break.

Naturally, she was the first to notice when Syn started to rapidly "digest" the wagon's worth of cum sloshing within her. All three watched in awe how her belly shrunk down in seconds, until it was restored to its usual softness.

"All that good cum," Fel sighed. "Can you feel the spirit's magic?"

Syn took a deep breath and held on to the faintest bit of warmth she refused to let go.

"I think I do," she said.

It was clear that the heat was still there, dormant, but ready to come forth every moment now.

"Get ready. I want your fingers all over me when it happens," Syn said, her body tingling just at the thought. "I want you to feel me grow."

"That's going to be awesome," Lyanne smiled, her face inches away from the half-elf's chest.

"Fuck yeah," the orc cheered as she held on to Syn's ass like a trophy. "Cannot wait to feel that guy here grow huge and round."

"Truly, you two can't get enough of my ass or tits r-," Syn smiled and immediately shivered when she felt that supernatural power flock into her.

Into every limb, every inch of sensitive flesh at once.

"It's... happening," she muttered and was immediately back to full arousal.

Syn didn't expect to regain hardness in her cock before the feeling in her legs returned, but there she was -- panting and growing erect within seconds.

"Touch ... me," Syn begged and both her comrades were back to what they did best.

Her brain often worked in wondrous ways, but Syn was enthralled to come up with this idea in time.

It would turn out to be one of the best she had in years.

Lyanne sucked on those engorging nipples with an infant's greed. And Fel took great pleasure in sinking her face into Syn's ass, while her hands were just as industrious as her tongue.

"OH... FUCK... IT'S... SOO MUCH STRONGER!" Syn proclaimed with a guttural scream.

There was no word known to elf, orc or human suited to describe what she felt. A wave of energy surged through her, powerful and all consuming... and constantly rising!

"Come on, boss. Just grow a little for us," Fel teased and spanked those luscious buttocks one more time.

Little did she know how much more sensitive Syn already was. To even the slightest of touches.

"OHHH YESSS!" Syn roared, sweat already dripping off her.

And then everything happened at once.

Lyanne's lips, happily sucking and her experienced tongue circling around stiffening peaks were hit first. Syn's breast surged forward and gained multiple cup sizes at once.

"Mmmmhhh?!" Lyanne gasped when Syn buried her expanding bosom into her face.

Her cock was next, still fighting against Fel's meaty fingers, but they would find their match within seconds.

"By the spirits! YES!" Fel cheered at first, but that fat lump of throbbing meat just kept swelling. "Keep going."

Two, four, six, eight inches -- two more inches with every heartbeat.

And Syn's heart was almost thumping out of her chest!

"SSOOOOO MUCH!" Syn moaned, no longer in shock, but adoring the sheer magnitude of sensation she was allowed to feel.

Many times more potent than last time!

Her body rippled with heat and energy. Her limbs extended, her bones stretched with her muscles. Even her hair grew longer before her and Lyanne's stunned eyes.

Which were quickly swallowed by tits the size of their owner's head, but their greed to grow wasn't satisfied. Not even close.

Fel kept working Syn's shaft, holding onto it with both hands, offering a tight seal for Syn to fuck and for her rod to grow into.

"WOW! BOSS!!! YOU ARE GROWING FAST!" the orc moaned somewhere behind Syn, but she was too locked into savouring that feeling to hear any praise.

Her thighs and behind fattened further, pushing Fel's kissing lips slowly away while Syn grew into every direction. Lyanne kept flailing and gasping under her, but she was swallowed inch by inch as the half-elf grew above her.

Thicker, softer, so much heavier in all the right places. Even her swelling belly grinding against Lyanne's abs was sublime!

But Syn's growth spurt had only just begun.

"YES! YESSSSSS!" she slurred in feverish bliss and propped herself up when another, even more overwhelming wave hit her.

The ocean of cleavage before her rose like buns in an oven, spilling out more until the entire knight disappeared under mountains of tits. And the more Lyanne struggled and dug into those fattening globes, the more it fuelled Syn's lust.

She could feel her hips widen, her ass arching upwards when her buttocks gained even more definition. Also because her member, throbbing at a frightening pace now, gained so much girth it literally pushed her off the ground.

Quick correction -- that were her balls, filling up even quicker than that.

"Synnn...." Fel panted with worry now, but there was no stopping Syn.

"MOREEEE!" she demanded and her fattening ass almost swallowed the orc's face.

The floor was slowly pushing away from under her, her head snaking upwards across the slope the three laid in.

She could sense how much her body erupted with new size and power, but there was no telling how huge she had already become. Or how much growth still awaited her.

A part of her hoped she'd never stop growing.

Syn's shaft pulsed frantically now that even Fel had neglected it. She pushed it into the wet grass, ploughing through the dirt with every desperate thrust.

It yearned to rub against something, fuck something!

"PLEASSSEEE!! TOUCH ME!" Syn demanded.

Somewhere beyond her huge, growing behind Fel heard her plead.

The orc's touch returned. Shakily but still eager. She groped those massive orbs with what felt toothpicks.

Could her balls really have gotten THIS huge?! Syn didn't care... she needed them bigger still.

She drooled when her knockers surged again, even more when her belly followed... and her ass... her beautiful thighs.

Every part of her rallied even more heat and strength until the wonderful, insatiable member of hers joined in.

"FFFFFFFUCK!"

Her tool's violent throbs thundered into the night and after another few inches of desperately needed length and girth were bested by the rumblings in her balls.

Syn could feel her body prepare for that final load. The way her muscles readied themselves, her thighs pushed apart, even the constant tingling in her tits, every fibre came together to make this eruption the most beautiful she had ever experienced.

"CCUMMMMING!"

The grand load shooting up her shaft was as loud as it was powerful. Shaking her entire body when a stream, seemingly the size of the Durstrom, emerged right from the depths of her endless balls.

Syn slurred and screamed, her vision blurry, but she could make out lights surrounding her. Illuminating the night around her in green and purple, in equal measure.

She had no energy to waste a thought on that. Her body was in charge now and it wanted only one thing -- that epic orgasm to never end.

The half-elf's tree trunk surged countless times, growing with every new outburst and always paired with another orgasm greater that the last.

Only when her balls felt dry like raisin did that endless wave stop and Syn's entire figure bowed to exhaustion.

"Sooo... good," she panted and crashed forward, shaking the soil and grass underneath her.

The aftermath of her climax still made her toes curl and clouds of evaporated sweat and cum still rose from around her. But Syn was in heaven, happy to just lay down and explore every part of her new body.

Not that she could see much beyond her impossibly gigantic breasts, but her fingers could roam. Every part of her was just beautifully proportioned. There was a time when she would have called those excess curves 'fat', but she couldn't deny how much she loved feeling every inch of gained softness.

Even her now much enhanced belly made her body tingle with delicate bliss.

That's when she noticed Lyanne still buried underneath her somewhere.

"Oh shit... right... Lyanne," she groaned and rolled to the side.

The islander was stomped into the grass a few inches deep. Not included the massive outline of Syn's body already left in the damp soil.

"Are you okay?!"

Lyanne couldn't look any more content if she tried. With her drooling tongue still hanging out her mouth and a face of complete bliss.

"Aye..." she whimpered, one hand constantly on her rock-hard shaft.

Syn chuckled and felt all her senses return to her at last. It took her a few moments to realise by how much everything just felt ... off.

Lyanne laying before her looked not just small... but almost tiny.

"Syn..."

Fel made the half-elf turn around and only then did she realise the full extent of her growth.

"Oh... fuck," Syn gasped.

Fel, almost ten feet tall in her own rights, barely stood a head taller than Syn still sitting on her knees.

Neither of them knew what to say, or what their eyes wanted to focus on next. There was too much to take in all at once.

"You... are fucking huge," Fel blurted out eventually.

"It seems I am," Syn purred and finally examined the literal treelog between her legs. "You really did wonders down here."

Fel just gulped with wide dilated eyes.

Syn found this reaction immensely amusing and chose to rise to her full height. She was almost taken aback how much further Fel's stunned face pulled away.

"Ohhhh... yes," Syn chuckled, enthralled by how much she towered above the giant orc now.

If Fel was close to ten feet tall, then she was easily thirteen, probably even more! The desertwarriors wide eyes only lined up with her glorious bosom now... and her cock.

Fel rightfully took great pride in the size of her epic endowment. More than two feet of cock were beyond amazing, Syn could attest to that. But the monster she wielded herself, with girth far surpassing Fel's or Lyanne's entire torso, was almost double in length.

When Syn was almost 14ft tall, that meant her cock was closing in on 5ft as well.

"You look adorable down there, Fel," the half-elf teased and gently caressed her monumental meatpole.

Lyanne joined Fel with the same dumbfounded expression and her mouth wide agape.

"We might have overdone it a little bit," she said, craning her neck just to meet Syn's gaze.

"I disagree. I think this is perfect," the half-breed giantess proclaimed, still exploring every softness. "You two did great."

"Thanks... I guess," Fel muttered.

"How is that even possible?" Lyanne asked the orc.

"How do I know?" the orc growled. "Maybe this was because she shone in purple and green light."

"That makes sense," Syn interjected with her now much more powerful voice. "I could feel two heats. Two energies. Maybe that was both of you."

"It wasn't for a lack of cum, so much is certain," Lyanne grinned and only now found the strength to stop drooling. "But I agree... you look... beautiful... being this huge."

"You charmer," Syn teased by leaning down and flaunting her massive rack. "Here's a treat."

"Hold on! Does that mean I am the smallest now?!" Fel shouted.

"Seems that way," Lyanne chuckled. "Guess you're officially 'little green' now."

"More like 'tiny Green' if you ask me," Syn added.

The stunned orc just stomped up and down.

"No way! I am 'Big Green' for a reason!" Fel gasped, still quite hard despite being seemingly distraught by being declared the smallest. "Fuck me, Syn! I need to grow next! I cannot be the smallest!"

Syn seductively bit her lip at the prospect of just using Fel as her personal toy. Her member was more than eager for some action. But she had a better idea.

"Why the hurry, Fel? Let us enjoy this role reversal for a bit," she winked at Lyanne. "It feels quite nice to be all big and strong, you know."

"Oh, I can agree on that," Lyanne joined in.

"You promised to make me huge!" Fel groaned, like an annoyed child, not with serious urgency.

"And I will in due time, my dear Fel," the 14ft tall woman said and stretched for the sky, her entire body jiggling with mouthwatering softness and delight. "You have my word, I'll make this up to you soon."

"Fine..." Fel murmured with crossed arms.

"In the meantime, you'll be my 'little green', okay?" Lyanne mocked her.

The orc just let out a defeated sigh but lighted up once the knight smacked Fel's ass.

"And you?" she said looking up to Syn. "What do we do with... all of you?"

Syn laughed, lifting her heavy breasts with both hands, her gargantuan balls swaying as well.

"I guess you two need to bring me a tent to cover these up," the half elf-said and felt her cock regaining its strength and surge with need over how pleasurable kneading her amazingly sensitive breasts felt. "Well... make it two tents. After you stroke my big friend here a bit."