BargingMass

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Where to go

Since smut is no longer allowed on tumblr as of now, I’ve moved most of my images over on Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/people/143481256@N02/ I’ll still post whatever SFW shots I make here, but for the most part will now serve to redirect people elsewhere.  See you all later!

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Vinelle as a rogue, stalking the streets of Markarth in the dim night. In case you missed it, I’ll be moving all my images to Flickr for the time being. Find me here: https://www.flickr.com/people/143481256@N02/

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Power Begets Potential

A deep chill swept across the frozen temple, only the rushing gale to be heard as a single hawk let out it's cry high above. Abandoned for millennia, the ancient structure had remained virtually pristine, surely filled with untold treasures...

Almost silently, a darkened figure approached its gate, her steps blending into the howling wind...

Miranin caressed the exquisite masonry. Even now, few buildings in Tamriel could rival the craftsmanship of a long dead civilization. She strolled inside the temple proper, senses keened for objects of potential power.

The dunmer felt far more comfortable in the dim, decrepid atmosphere inside, her heels now almost deafening amidst the silence.

A statuary of falmer and chaurus stood guard inside, as frozen in time as the temple itself. Miranin eyed a small potion grasped by icy fingers.

"Why thank you..."

She could feel the latent energy of the halls, seemingly eminating from somewhere inside the atrium. 

Miranin instinctively drew closer to the central spot. It would be so like an ancient, powerful race to stuff all their most important items in the middle of the room...

Her hand caressed the petrified corpses as she approached, gleeming with anticipation.

Miranin climbed the steps of the central platform, raising her visor for a better look at the artifact.

“Aahhh... I knew this trip would be worth it!"

There, simply laid out on the floor, was a single, brilliant gem. It radiated with a violet glow, expertly cut, and seemingly encased within a housing of rare metals.

But Miranin could sense something else as well, a source of power!

She bent down closer... ready to claim the violet relic as her own...

"AAAHHH!"

The dunmer shrieked! As soon as her fingers touched the item, a brilliant light erupted from its surface, temporarily blinding her nocturnal eyes.

"Uh.. What was that? I can't see..."

A faint creak could be heard from Miranin's top. Her petite breasts looking a bit more tight, gently pushing over the edges of her cups.

"Wh-What? My skin, it feels so thight... and full..."

The sounds of creaking metal and stretching straps grew louder. Her breasts were getting visibly larger, straining against a top built to hold a chest half their current size.

"Gasp! B-By the Daedra! What's happening?!”

The Dunmer's eyes shot open, taking in the fantastical sight located right beneath her own head.

"Damn those falmer, must have left a-a-aaahhh... curssse..."

Even as panic and contempt flooded the furious elf, spikes of pleasure radiated from her growing breasts. She could feel her nipples swelling thicker, rubbing against the insides of her doomed top.

"Mmmm... Fuh-..uuuck...Please, S-stop!"

But there were noone around to hear her desperate begging, all possible witnesses either dead for centuries, or encased in ice...

A thunderous snap reverberated through the atrium, the Dunmer's bra finally yielding in a tremendous spectacle.

The sound flowed back and forth across the platform, mirroring the wobbling of Miranin's engorged tits. Slight ripples travelled over her pale, ashen skin, accentuating the sheer volume of flesh now housed within her bosom.

"Sigh... I'll assume they won't stop anytime soon? Hopefully I'll still be able to leave after this..."

The elf fondled her swollen udders, testing their weight and feel. Her fingers dug deep into her stretched skin, tingles of ecstasy filling her hands as she rubbed and pushed...

Slowly the combined weight of her enormous frame became too much for her waning strength.

"Woah, woah! Slow down!"

The gentle tap of her kneeguards striking against the stone floor signalled the beginning of her losing battle...

Miranin's legs were shaking, exhausted from trying to shoulder her ever-growing bust. Her hips bucked as the enormous breasts crept below them, obscuring all vision of her torso.

"Uuunnh.. I hate that it feels so- a-aah-mmm... good..."

The dunmer could feel her bulbous mounds pulling her towards the floor, nipples hardened and throbbing in the chill air.

"Come oooon.. Get! Up!"

She rallied her remaining power, desperate to get back on her feet. But it was to no avail, their vast expanse simply too great for her to fight against.

Miranin panted frantically, sending tremors through her soft and rippling flesh.

She tried to think of a way out, some manic solution. But every second spent pondering was yet more time for her gargantuan chest to grow, filling and plumping as they swelled towards the stones below...

The elf gazed at her bloated udders... Each the size of the entire rest of her upper body.

She had no choice but to admit defeat, and fell upon her soft rear cushions, who had also been busy, further increasing the dunmer's ludicrous figure.

"Ooof.. Fine, guess I'm trapped here..."

"Hnngh!"

Again Miranin tried to push her weight off the ground, and again her attempts were repulsed. Her gray legs collapsing as the full force of her unbelievable body crashed onto the pale tiles.

“No-no-no-no... AAAaahhh!"

The dunmer screamed in frustration, now securely pinned in place by a set of expanding tits, threatening to completely bury her in soft, pliable flesh.

From below, the elf's body was almost entirely obscured by the enormous orbs protruding from her chest. Just a pair of dangling legs could be seen sticking out, kicking and thrashing, trying their best to move the hulking mass of breasts.

The weight of her colossal mounds was overwhelming. A strong and unrelenting pressure, but still soft, and oddly pleasurable...

Miranin could sense the thick folds between her legs drenching themselves in clear fluid, no longer able to hide the excitement ravaging her swelling figure.

"Mmm... Aahhh.... unnghh...”

The ashen elf squirmed with pleasure as her massive udders massaged themselves, squashed and stretched by their own awe-inspiring mass.

Her arms were now far away from her swollen nipples, forced to rub the wall of skin that towered beneath her nose.

Through sheer determination, she managed to slip a slender arm below the immobilizing size of her wobbling bosom.

There she found her entombed labia, drenched in sweat and a steady stream of her own juices, begging to have her fingers knead and rub their fat lips.

Miranin quickly got to work, desperate to relieve the mounting lust taking over her mind.

Her fingers moved furiously between her hips, thighs twitching and tensing as pleasure wracked her still growing body.

Almost... almost... The dunmer's body turned stiff in anticipation, holding her breath, feeling a slight quiver from her battered folds.

Finally her body yielded, pleasure and ecstasy flooding every corner of her being. Thick drool lurched out of Miranin's gasping mouth, her eyes squinting from the impact of her orgasm.

Just as the pleasure subsided, so too did her growth seem to wane. Miranin took the moment to simply relax, her head still cloudy, and gasping for breath after her strenuous event.

"Now... gasp... we'll... just have- huff -to see if this... Oohhh.... wears off..."

Out of the corner of her eye, Miranin could again see the relic responsible for her ordeal.

Its magical power might not have been what she expected, but perhaps with the right application it could be made to serve her needs...

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Vinelle dressing up as @desvati‘s Arria. As if the imperial rogue didn’t fill out that top enough...

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Vinelle trying to connect with her inner warrior. She should probably just stick with magic...