Cultivar Corin

Someone's ERP Blog, an Enby Entity born ~2001. (specifically the same person behind @butwhatifitwasbigger) I write short stories and a kink-stuffed setting called Ex Pectus. This is where I will keep anything ERP related, respond from, and source asks. Please give me asks I'm desperate Muses can be found in a phone book in the pinned post.

[cultivar-corin]

This is my ERP blog, it should go without saying but if you're a minor (under 18 years of age), then please do not interact. You should probably leave immediately too while you're at it. Similar story to right-wing followers or those of similar persuasion, it will save us both much self-righteous anger.

(Also this is frequently edited as I work out my own limits and what I'm willing to do here so if it's been a few weeks you may want to re-read some of it)

(Important stuff under the cut, including the Phonebook and Limits)

I'm working on a very, VERY lewd world that conforms to the kinks you'll find below called Ex Pectus, and you'll be able to find some snippets scattered across my blog, though if you have questions and or suggestions feel free to Ask them! You can find the whole project here.

This blog is meant for RP, and that's the only thing you can expect here. If you want original short stories or just reblogs of stuff I like then go look at @butwhatifitwasbigger, my "main" horny blog.

(Be warned that even for ongoing RP I may take a fair while to respond, between being easily distracted and having housemates that reaally shouldn't see what's going on here.)

Muse Phonebook (OC unless specified otherwise)

Grace Kholyte - The Bridge Maiden (#ArmorCladMischief)

Sasha Drycha - The Copper Queen (#oooShinyTits!)

Felicia Wanyc - The Tin Mistress (#oooShinyGock!)

Kinks/Preferences you can expect to find here:

$ ones are my favorites :)

$$$Hyper Sizes. My main is literally called "But what if it was Bigger". I don't know what else you expected there.

$$Girls get Larger: Expansion in most forms, from inflation to actual growth.

$$Lactation. The bigger and milkier the better

$$Girls that happen to also have Penises.

$$Fantasy itself. Magic, Sci-fi, random BS, it's allll good.

$Pregnancy*. I really just like this one because of the belly and ties to lactation. The actual babies/children are, at best, an undesirable side-effect rather than the end goal around here. You may find replacement "children" like crystals or artificial monsters around here though.

MORE girls, whether that be existing large groups or more fantastical stuff like cloning.

Girls, as you may have noticed. I don't do Guys here really.

Bondage, though this is a common pairing with higher-rated kinks rather than something I go out of my way for.

Things that are questionable, but open to (initially) image-less discussion:

Most forms of furry content. It doesn't float my boat, and I'd prefer to avoid the heavier end, but I have a tolerance.

Egg/Oviposition stuff.

Transformation content. There are a lot of lines I'm okay with, and many that I'm not.

Body Horror. I'll play ball with some lighter stuff if people are into it, but I don't do full on gore or extremes. Expect bending of typical proportions, not full extreme alterations or blood. It's there entirely for the other party too, I don't get anything out of it.

Limits.

Minors. Obviously. I shouldn't have to say this, but here it is.

Bestiality.

Gore or Guro content, ESPECIALLY snuff. I do not find the idea of serious injury or death as a result of this stuff particularly appealing, though I won't block over it.

Vore.

"Blueberry" inflation. It just doesn't feel quite right, and I get nothing out of it.

Lolicon/Shotacon stuff. They tend to make characters look.. uncomfortably young for me to feel safe harboring or supporting it. (Oh it's fine she's five-hundred years old- THEN WHY DID YOU DRAW HER LIKE THIS???)

Real World content. I won't block over it but don't expect interactions or reblogs.

AI generated content. This is not open to discussion. I have a... nuanced opinion on Large Language Models that I will not be delving into here, but AI generated content is off limits. Please provoke the Void if I reblog content that is provably AI generated. If i find your argument compelling after some digging of my own, it will be quietly removed.

Tagging Conventions:

"Readable Lust" - This post contains only text. Just for filtering purposes.

"Crawling From the Void" active RP with someone!

"Voidborne" - This is Original Content of my own making.

"Ex Pectus" - This is Original Content of my own making about that setting specifically.

"Ice bucket" - Something has possessed me to make a "meta" post.

Fetishes are given a self explanatory or common name.

PFP credit goes to nrcgray on deviant art, here's the original post. Images used for OC muses are credited to Maddel_Art , as assets created using her Picrew generator!

[progestereon]

Picking up (roughly) where she left off with Helena, after a few delightful weeks the two of them have manged to regain mutual mobility. This morning, Grace approaches her partner with a familiar small, ornate wooden box.

"I've been meaning to do this with you for a few weeks now... It's an opportunity of a kind. Something that will help you advance. You keep talking about levels, classes, and quests... stuff like that... This would be a... oh what would you call it... an Ancestry upgrade? Evolution? something like that."

"It's a local ritual, we call it Commencement. Starting down the path to Ascension. It's not as grandiose as it really sounds, the idea is that you'll be reshaped over time into the form that would make you happiest -whatever that may be -. I don't think they'll give you something literally world shaking, they're rather attatched to this place after all. But I think it's worth a try. It's how I got most of my Charming good looks."

"Oh? That sounds lovely! I mean, I'm not really sure what form I'd like the most, but if you think it's a good idea, I'd love to! I wonder how I'd end up... Maybe I'd get boobs even bigger than they were before the, um... 'transfer'... Maybe I'll stay flat but get a big dick and butt? That could be cool, hehehe! I guess I'll find out!!!"

Helena quickly and lovingly hugs Grace, careful not to put too much pressure on her chest, knowing how sensitive compressed tits are. Her kisses pepper Grace's neck, up and down the soft skin as she runs her hands along her arm.

"You look even more beautiful than usual today, by the way."

[butwhatifitwasbigger]

She laughs while trying not to show how much stimulation she got out of that hug, she's been getting used to it for a few weeks, so she at least can stay both standing and coherent rather than collapsing into a whimpering mess instantly.

"o-of course! And... thank you, someone very generous helped me get to this point... Someone who looks even cuter than they did beforehand, even."

Grace takes a moment to recover, before adopting a slightly more serious expression, guiding Helena toward the shrine as she explains.

"So... It's not a complex ritual exactly, not on your end. I don't recommend doing this dressed, it won't do your clothing any favors. You're going to... ingest this bit of crystal. How, and with what orifice, doesn't matter."

She raises a knowing eyebrow.

"Then you're just going to lie back on the altar and relax. A trance should overtake you at that point... and then you get to meet a Goddess. Only briefly, and tell me which one once you awaken. Bytania will feel... warm and soft. If you take her gift, you'll probably get your chest back and then some, and start lactating. I doubt you'll get her but I could be wrong."

She sighs before continuing.

"What's much more likely is that you'll meet Veracon. She's... intense. She'll feel hot, inquisitive, and maybe a little judgemental. Her gifts are what I think you'll end up with. Often she'll make you stronger, a lot stronger in fact. Sometimes faster, sometimes she'll hone your mind."

She glances down at Helena's crotch for a moment and grins a little.

"You mentioned potentially getting... a 'big dick'? She's your best shot at that. Though no matter what you get... you'll only get one conscious choice. Yes, or No. No, and you'll wake up unchanged. Yes... and that's where the fun begins."

As the pair reach the threshold of the shrine, Helena is ushered into the back room, containing a pair of unlit braziers at the edges and a two by one and a half meter stone table. A small skylight permits the sun to illuminate the space.

"Now, I have just a little prep work to do out here. I reccomend disrobing but... up to you. Let me know when you're ready my Lady."

She steals a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the room, still audible in the next as she makes her preparations.

[progestereon]

Helena lets out a long, dreamy sigh as she watches Grace exit, her eyes staying put on the door for multiple moments after she's gone. Slowly, she slips her clothing off. She relishes the feeling of the cloth, soft and flowing, brushing against her skin as she starts to go nude. Nude. Before she handed off her size to Grace, being naked was a rarity, forced from extreme circumstance, but now she can walk around the shrine with no clothes whatsoever daily. She gently gropes her chest as she sets herself on the alter, the small mounds jiggling under her grasp. Well, small to her. They're likely between DD and G cups, which she's pretty sure is at least above average, but she doesn't have much experience with boobs smaller than buildings, so she wouldn't know. Her panties finally hit the floor with a fwumph, finally marking the end of her undressing.

"I'm ready!!!"

[cultivar-corin]

It's not long until Grace re-enters, a familiar wooden box clutched in her hands. Each step is practiced and deliberate, as this is a ritual she has performed many times before. She does, however, pause for a second upon seeing Helena, smiling.

"I don't think I would ever get tired of that sight my Lady. It's almost a shame I'll never get this one specifically again... but I'm sure I'll love the result just as much."

Her pace picks up as she approaches the Altar, and gently presses Helena's back onto it, leaving most of her assets skyward for anyone to see. Grace then takes a step back, and reverently removes the radiant gem from its box.

The light fills the room, almost blinding. The sheer magical potential of a full third of Helena's original mass only barely contained in its molecular matrix, but vanishes just as quickly as Grace deliberately slips the perfectly smooth crystal into her Lady's glistening pussy.

The last thing Helena saw before falling under was Grace's mischievous grin at her yelp-or was it a moan?- of surprise.

An inky void stretched in every direction, empty and desolate... for all of about five seconds. The promised warmth and softness that could only have been Bytania's attention followed, then passed just as swiftly. Fire took its place. Though physically nobody was standing there, Helena could swear she felt Veracon looking over her shoulder, then into her mind.

Memories were inspected, surface thoughts appraised. The Goddess rifled through everything that made Helena who she was like a deck of playing cards, the heat of Veracons presence was almost unbearable. Just before the feeling turned from discomfort to pain, it receded, and in it's place... was Her. It was like staring into a mirror, Helena gazed deep into her own eyes for a moment before the shifting began.

She grew about a foot taller, and all across her body her muscles gained some definition... though still far from grotesque. Her face was mostly unchanged, though her eyes had a brighter inner light than before and her hair was slightly longer. To her surprise, her breasts didn't get any bigger, though her shaft did. Forty-six inches of steel-hard gock hung between her newly toned legs, though it impossibly softened back to its original, controllable four.

The numerical attributes of the changes imprinted themselves in her mind, in the same familiar scale she had seen her whole life. Overall, she would be about 50% stronger, and tougher. Her mind saw fewer changes overall, her ability to recall information improved a tad.

Her luck increased by a singular, solitary point. She got the feeling Veracon saw her as already being incredibly lucky.

It was the imbued enchantments that made things interesting.

The first was called Integrator, and it was... intriguing. In short, she could "harvest" maximum size from someone else, either in height, bust, "length"... any metric she wanted. They would eventually grow back to their normal, and she would be forbidden from harvesting from them again. That size could then be applied to herself in anyway she wanted... and retracted at will. Never spent, harvesting just increased her maximum.

The second was called Potential, and it was simple. The more "size" she has stored, the more powerful she would be. Granted, exhibiting it in the real world caused her to lose the buff, it only tracked what was stored.

The fire burned steadily behind her, awaiting a verdict.

[progestereon]

"Oh!!! That's- That's neat! I'm not sure what I was really expecting, but it wasn't this, ahaha. I wonder if You can hear me or if this is just, like, a display sort of thing... If you can, thank You! Ah, I almost forgot to accept! Do I just have to, like, say YES?"

She jolts awake on the altar, the warmth still tingling in her body as she slowly sits up, looking towards Grace with sparkling eyes and a smile.

"So... Do you like it?"

[cultivar-corin]

"I'm glad you seem to like it... though it hasn't happened just yet out here silly!"

"The initial growth-spurt is about to start... and whatever happens, I'm here for you my Lady. Whatever support you need.... or desire... It's yours." Her voice turns sultry at the end, her offer is genuine though she's clearly expecting this next part to be fun for both of you.

"If my timing is right, it should hit you in about three.... two..."

Helena can't quite hear her last word as the magic finishes its own preparations, and her entire body erupts with pleasure and stimulus as the changed begin.

[progestereon]

"Oooh, wooowwww... Is it sssupposed to feel this... gooood...? I feel so... strong, ahaha... Goodness, I wonder what my stats are gonna look like... Do- Do you want to feel? I haven't done much with transformations before, so I don't know if it's s- safe. Woww..."

She starts to shuffle towards you, her cock throbbing between her thighs, growing with every pulse that barrels down its length and every spurt of precum from its tip. You can see the sweat dripping from her skin as she grows, taller, longer, and stronger, though the muscles strengthening under her smooth, soft skin is less visible.

[cultivar-corin]

"Oh my Lady, it normally does... It might go on for a few minutes, or a couple hours. It's pretty random like that.. but I want us both to enjoy every moment."

Grace gently presses Helena back into lying down, on the floor this time rather than the altar. It becomes abundantly clear to Helena that she had stripped during the trance -save for the containment breastplate covering her building sized tits-, as her skin faintly glistens... especially right between her thighs. The sight leaves Helena's throbbing cock almost painfully hard as it continues to lengthen.

"It looks like you're getting a bit taller, so don't go anywhere just yet... your balance will be off. Just relax... and let your loyal retainer do her thing."

She steps over Helena's now nine-inch piece of steel and slowly lowers herself onto it, savoring every inch with a drawn out moan as it disappears into her waiting hole. The tip pokes a noticeable bulge out in her belly. She's tight as a vice as she begins to move. Her hands, frustrated with the lack of access to her own chest, grasp and grope Helena's continuously.

[progestereon]

"C- Carefullll! I'm- Mnhn. I don't get a lot of stimulation, um, down there, so I'm... sensitive..."

Grace can tell, given how much pre Helena's gushing out. It's like it's coming out by the gallon, sloshing inside her and already leaving her feeling full. The way Helena squirms under her is adorable, writhing in pleasure as her brain more or less melts. She can feel her balls rumbling and churning behind both of them, growing bigger, and fuller, and hotter. A few moments pass, her cock throbbing and twitching with love as she starts to settle down.

"I- I'm k- kinda closeee. I hope it- it helped my stamina too... I don't wanna have to wait to fuck you more..."

[cultivar-corin]

"oh don't- pant - worry about that... my Lady... Veracon doesn't give out a rod like this without -hrng- some... some stamina. You'll cum, and cum, and cum again if I can keep- keep this up!"

Every word comes out shaky, between breaths. She's just as determined to make her Lady lose herself to over stimulation as she was during the donation, though her success remains to be seen.

Helena's growth hasn't stopped, and Grace is continuing to bounce on what is now a solid twelve inches of glorious gock. The bulge in her stomach has evolved into a full on bloat as she tries desperately to retain as much pre as possible.

"Say ah... how- how big did Veracon intend to make you?"

[progestereon]

"Um, I- I think it was, um... Three feet, maybe? No, more than th- that. Four? Four-ish feet? You feel rrreeally good... I... I'm g- gonna... CUMMNING!!!"

Her hands find their footing on Grace's hips as she starts to buck upwards into her hole, her hips hitting with a plap as she thrusts. Faster and faster, harder and harder, all while she grows bigger, longer, and even hornier, all building up to one moment.

Her heavy, full balls clench. Her shaft stiffens further, a jolt of growth running up its length. She cums. A flood of warmth filling Grace's core as gallons are pumped into her, spurt after spurt spilling from Helena's cock as her tummy swells with sloshing semen, thick and hot inside her. Well over a dozen gallons fill her gut. Helena is still hard. Harder than before, even.

[cultivar-corin]

After about thirty seconds of cumming, panting, and slowly pulling herself back together, Grace recovers enough of her faculties for her signature grin to resurface.

"Oh Goddess yes, this is EXACLTY what I was hoping for..."

She rubs her burgeoning belly provocatively, before slowly, deliberately sliding off her Lady's cock -which is now about eighteen inches from base to tip- maintaining her tightness the whole way and extracting another gallon of pre as she goes.

"Now then... at this rate I'll fill the whole room... and as sexy as that sounds, I'd rather not have to rebuild this place... so why don't we take it outside, again?"

Helena's height has, at this point, stabilized, now standing a good six inches over the top of Grace's head. Though Grace's own instability as she struggles to stand upright with her sloshing belly probably isn't helping her out. She grabs Helena's still lengthening rod behind her, and leads her out the door by the tip of her penis, uncaring of the flood of pre covering her hand.

"Now then my Lady... it sounds like you have a long ways to grow. Do whatever you want, just pump this belly until I'd need TWO of these to move!"

She taps her borrowed breastplate for emphasis, then clumsily strikes a pose as she waits for her Lady to decide her fate.

[progestereon]

"Mnhn... You look... beautiful... You'll look even nicer on top of three soft, doughy, sloshing hills though..."

Suddenly, without warning, Helena scoops Grace into her arms, cradling her in a bridal carry. It's like she weighs nothing, practically made of cotton candy in her embrace. With the way she's holding her, with so much love and so little effort, she almost feels like she could carry her completely uncompressed. After being lost in the feeling of floating in her hands and the sight of her beautiful face, Grace is jolted back to reality as her feet are gently plopped onto the ground.

"So, um... I don't know the extent of this transformation thing, so I don't know how much cum you're gonna get filled with... Um... What I'm trying to ask is if we should bother aiming somewhere with a lot of empty space, or are we staying smaller than buildings this time?"

[cultivar-corin]

The question brings a tinge of... concern, back to Grace's eyes, temporarily overriding the intense lust.

"I.. I don't know. No-one has ever been able to do that after a Commencement before... but given your history... It's probably wise to do it just in case."

And with that, she turns toward the same zone the two of them had previously flattened. A pond has formed there, nothing living in it just yet but filled by rainfall over a couple of weeks.

"Yeah.. especially if you get any ideas about releasing the girls I've borrowed."

She promptly bends over, almost falling onto her sloshing belly as she sways her ass provocatively.

[progestereon]

"Ohmyfuckinggoddessyou'resopretty. I- I- I'll try to be gentle, okay? I- I mean, my cock's all, like, big now, and I'm stronger, and I don't wanna hurt you, so I'll try to s- stay slow."

All of her anxiety is barely audible under the throbbing of her immense, stone-stiff shaft. Her balls hang low between her thighs as she slowly moves towards the gorgeous ass awaiting her. Slowly, she slides in, already so much girthier, thicker, bigger than she was a few moments ago. She starts to slowly sway her hips forwards and backwards, so gentle and hesitant that it barely qualifies as sex, let alone fucking.

"Is now a bad time to mention that I- Um... Haven't ever topped before?"

[cultivar-corin]

"Huh, well... I suppose proper nudity leaving you immobile would make it difficult to ever try it out... no worries though gorgeous!"

She tries to turn around, and raises an arm to caress Helena's cheek... but between her own vastly increased mass and being impaled she gets nowhere close.

"If I had to summarize... the tempo's in -ah- your hands now... You'll want to pay a lot more- more- attention to your partner... and how she's feeling. You'll want to gradually accelerate... if you're too slow then neither of you will get anything out of this."

She pauses for a few moments, just enjoying the feeling.

"Just keep going a little bit faster until they start making cute noises, or ask you to slow down. And don't be too shy, I've done this same little ritual myself~ I'm not made of paper."

[progestereon]

Helena lets out a long huff, half from the exertion of all the pleasure running through her veins and half in an attempt to steel herself for what's to come.

"Alright... I- I'm gonna try to go faster now. Um. Tell me if I'm doing anything wrong, okay?"

She pulls her hips back and quickly, though not very forcefully, thrusts forwards. Her hips meet Grace's with a small plap as her cock throbs deep within her. Even with the lack of strength put into it, the sheer size of her renders the sensation more than a little overwhelming. Slowly, Helena starts to find a rhythm with her thrusts, going faster and faster until it starts to seem like a proper fucking.

[cultivar-corin]

"Ougghhhh- Oh that's PERFECT my Lady!!"

As Helena's caution is gradually replaced with confidence, Grace's face turns an incredibly bright shade of red. Her weight is, at this point, fully supported by a combination of her immense, sloshing belly underneath her and the support of Helena's still lengthening cock holding her by the pelvis.

"I thin- ough - I think I can FEEL your -agh- GROWTH! It's MAGNIFICENT!"

Grace's legs are splayed out behind her, almost wrapped around Helena to make sure she stays exactly where she is. Between the hyper-sensitive new flesh, new source of pleasure, and the insane tightness as she grows to fill Grace's glorious cunt, Helena is almost but not quite as overstimulated as her partner.

After a few golden minutes of this status quo, Grace has finally pulled herself together enough to form a full sentence again.

"My lady... f-fill me! Fill me with- with- with EVERYTHING you can! I've- I've NEVER wanted anything more!"

She slowly flails a little bit, reaching around to try and kiss her partner, but at this point the enormous quantities of pre have fully immobilized her. She settles for trying to squeeze even tighter over the completed, full length of Helena's cock.

[progestereon]

"I- I'm- I'm cumming againnn!!!"

A flood of thick cum flows into Grace's gut, putting the dozens upon dozens of gallons of pre in it to shame and making her previous load look average in comparison to the tidal torrent of gooey white unloading from her. Neither Grace nor Helena can see anything in front of them behind the enormous hill of her cum-stretched stomach, and she still hasn't stopped spurting. Minutes more passed, screams of pleasure and deafening sloshing filling the air as she continues to cum, slowly slowing down her output until her balls clench again, tightening with enough force to turn coal to diamond as she unloads one last, titanic rope into Grace's womb. One spurt, easily going past dozens of gallons, maybe even into the hundreds, gushing out. Panting and moaning as her orgasm finally ends, collapsing onto her love and her mountainous tummy of cum. It's not quite to the scale of her tits, but... The fact that it's comparable is impressive.

"Thank you... I love you..."

[cultivar-corin]

It takes a few minutes before Grace can stop cumming herself and pull her fragmented mind back together. She lies there panting as Helena gently slides out, retaining the flood masterfully as only about a quart flows back out of her.

"I.... I love you too so, so much my Lady... You're gorgeous, loving, perfect... "

She manages to pull Helena into a passionate, drawn out kiss.

"Oh dear... you look exhausted after that... I'm not going anywhere... but I'd rather not be alone right now. There's a spare bedroll back in the shrine... or you could sleep on me, if you can make the climb."

She chuckles to herself.

"I'm sure it's soft up there, and plenty warm."

[progestereon]

Picking up (roughly) where she left off with Helena, after a few delightful weeks the two of them have manged to regain mutual mobility. This morning, Grace approaches her partner with a familiar small, ornate wooden box.

"I've been meaning to do this with you for a few weeks now... It's an opportunity of a kind. Something that will help you advance. You keep talking about levels, classes, and quests... stuff like that... This would be a... oh what would you call it... an Ancestry upgrade? Evolution? something like that."

"It's a local ritual, we call it Commencement. Starting down the path to Ascension. It's not as grandiose as it really sounds, the idea is that you'll be reshaped over time into the form that would make you happiest -whatever that may be -. I don't think they'll give you something literally world shaking, they're rather attatched to this place after all. But I think it's worth a try. It's how I got most of my Charming good looks."

"Oh? That sounds lovely! I mean, I'm not really sure what form I'd like the most, but if you think it's a good idea, I'd love to! I wonder how I'd end up... Maybe I'd get boobs even bigger than they were before the, um... 'transfer'... Maybe I'll stay flat but get a big dick and butt? That could be cool, hehehe! I guess I'll find out!!!"

Helena quickly and lovingly hugs Grace, careful not to put too much pressure on her chest, knowing how sensitive compressed tits are. Her kisses pepper Grace's neck, up and down the soft skin as she runs her hands along her arm.

"You look even more beautiful than usual today, by the way."

[butwhatifitwasbigger]

She laughs while trying not to show how much stimulation she got out of that hug, she's been getting used to it for a few weeks, so she at least can stay both standing and coherent rather than collapsing into a whimpering mess instantly.

"o-of course! And... thank you, someone very generous helped me get to this point... Someone who looks even cuter than they did beforehand, even."

Grace takes a moment to recover, before adopting a slightly more serious expression, guiding Helena toward the shrine as she explains.

"So... It's not a complex ritual exactly, not on your end. I don't recommend doing this dressed, it won't do your clothing any favors. You're going to... ingest this bit of crystal. How, and with what orifice, doesn't matter."

She raises a knowing eyebrow.

"Then you're just going to lie back on the altar and relax. A trance should overtake you at that point... and then you get to meet a Goddess. Only briefly, and tell me which one once you awaken. Bytania will feel... warm and soft. If you take her gift, you'll probably get your chest back and then some, and start lactating. I doubt you'll get her but I could be wrong."

She sighs before continuing.

"What's much more likely is that you'll meet Veracon. She's... intense. She'll feel hot, inquisitive, and maybe a little judgemental. Her gifts are what I think you'll end up with. Often she'll make you stronger, a lot stronger in fact. Sometimes faster, sometimes she'll hone your mind."

She glances down at Helena's crotch for a moment and grins a little.

"You mentioned potentially getting... a 'big dick'? She's your best shot at that. Though no matter what you get... you'll only get one conscious choice. Yes, or No. No, and you'll wake up unchanged. Yes... and that's where the fun begins."

As the pair reach the threshold of the shrine, Helena is ushered into the back room, containing a pair of unlit braziers at the edges and a two by one and a half meter stone table. A small skylight permits the sun to illuminate the space.

"Now, I have just a little prep work to do out here. I reccomend disrobing but... up to you. Let me know when you're ready my Lady."

She steals a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the room, still audible in the next as she makes her preparations.

[progestereon]

Helena lets out a long, dreamy sigh as she watches Grace exit, her eyes staying put on the door for multiple moments after she's gone. Slowly, she slips her clothing off. She relishes the feeling of the cloth, soft and flowing, brushing against her skin as she starts to go nude. Nude. Before she handed off her size to Grace, being naked was a rarity, forced from extreme circumstance, but now she can walk around the shrine with no clothes whatsoever daily. She gently gropes her chest as she sets herself on the alter, the small mounds jiggling under her grasp. Well, small to her. They're likely between DD and G cups, which she's pretty sure is at least above average, but she doesn't have much experience with boobs smaller than buildings, so she wouldn't know. Her panties finally hit the floor with a fwumph, finally marking the end of her undressing.

"I'm ready!!!"

[cultivar-corin]

It's not long until Grace re-enters, a familiar wooden box clutched in her hands. Each step is practiced and deliberate, as this is a ritual she has performed many times before. She does, however, pause for a second upon seeing Helena, smiling.

"I don't think I would ever get tired of that sight my Lady. It's almost a shame I'll never get this one specifically again... but I'm sure I'll love the result just as much."

Her pace picks up as she approaches the Altar, and gently presses Helena's back onto it, leaving most of her assets skyward for anyone to see. Grace then takes a step back, and reverently removes the radiant gem from its box.

The light fills the room, almost blinding. The sheer magical potential of a full third of Helena's original mass only barely contained in its molecular matrix, but vanishes just as quickly as Grace deliberately slips the perfectly smooth crystal into her Lady's glistening pussy.

The last thing Helena saw before falling under was Grace's mischievous grin at her yelp-or was it a moan?- of surprise.

An inky void stretched in every direction, empty and desolate... for all of about five seconds. The promised warmth and softness that could only have been Bytania's attention followed, then passed just as swiftly. Fire took its place. Though physically nobody was standing there, Helena could swear she felt Veracon looking over her shoulder, then into her mind.

Memories were inspected, surface thoughts appraised. The Goddess rifled through everything that made Helena who she was like a deck of playing cards, the heat of Veracons presence was almost unbearable. Just before the feeling turned from discomfort to pain, it receded, and in it's place... was Her. It was like staring into a mirror, Helena gazed deep into her own eyes for a moment before the shifting began.

She grew about a foot taller, and all across her body her muscles gained some definition... though still far from grotesque. Her face was mostly unchanged, though her eyes had a brighter inner light than before and her hair was slightly longer. To her surprise, her breasts didn't get any bigger, though her shaft did. Forty-six inches of steel-hard gock hung between her newly toned legs, though it impossibly softened back to its original, controllable four.

The numerical attributes of the changes imprinted themselves in her mind, in the same familiar scale she had seen her whole life. Overall, she would be about 50% stronger, and tougher. Her mind saw fewer changes overall, her ability to recall information improved a tad.

Her luck increased by a singular, solitary point. She got the feeling Veracon saw her as already being incredibly lucky.

It was the imbued enchantments that made things interesting.

The first was called Integrator, and it was... intriguing. In short, she could "harvest" maximum size from someone else, either in height, bust, "length"... any metric she wanted. They would eventually grow back to their normal, and she would be forbidden from harvesting from them again. That size could then be applied to herself in anyway she wanted... and retracted at will. Never spent, harvesting just increased her maximum.

The second was called Potential, and it was simple. The more "size" she has stored, the more powerful she would be. Granted, exhibiting it in the real world caused her to lose the buff, it only tracked what was stored.

The fire burned steadily behind her, awaiting a verdict.

[progestereon]

"Oh!!! That's- That's neat! I'm not sure what I was really expecting, but it wasn't this, ahaha. I wonder if You can hear me or if this is just, like, a display sort of thing... If you can, thank You! Ah, I almost forgot to accept! Do I just have to, like, say YES?"

She jolts awake on the altar, the warmth still tingling in her body as she slowly sits up, looking towards Grace with sparkling eyes and a smile.

"So... Do you like it?"

[cultivar-corin]

"I'm glad you seem to like it... though it hasn't happened just yet out here silly!"

"The initial growth-spurt is about to start... and whatever happens, I'm here for you my Lady. Whatever support you need.... or desire... It's yours." Her voice turns sultry at the end, her offer is genuine though she's clearly expecting this next part to be fun for both of you.

"If my timing is right, it should hit you in about three.... two..."

Helena can't quite hear her last word as the magic finishes its own preparations, and her entire body erupts with pleasure and stimulus as the changed begin.

[progestereon]

"Oooh, wooowwww... Is it sssupposed to feel this... gooood...? I feel so... strong, ahaha... Goodness, I wonder what my stats are gonna look like... Do- Do you want to feel? I haven't done much with transformations before, so I don't know if it's s- safe. Woww..."

She starts to shuffle towards you, her cock throbbing between her thighs, growing with every pulse that barrels down its length and every spurt of precum from its tip. You can see the sweat dripping from her skin as she grows, taller, longer, and stronger, though the muscles strengthening under her smooth, soft skin is less visible.

[cultivar-corin]

"Oh my Lady, it normally does... It might go on for a few minutes, or a couple hours. It's pretty random like that.. but I want us both to enjoy every moment."

Grace gently presses Helena back into lying down, on the floor this time rather than the altar. It becomes abundantly clear to Helena that she had stripped during the trance -save for the containment breastplate covering her building sized tits-, as her skin faintly glistens... especially right between her thighs. The sight leaves Helena's throbbing cock almost painfully hard as it continues to lengthen.

"It looks like you're getting a bit taller, so don't go anywhere just yet... your balance will be off. Just relax... and let your loyal retainer do her thing."

She steps over Helena's now nine-inch piece of steel and slowly lowers herself onto it, savoring every inch with a drawn out moan as it disappears into her waiting hole. The tip pokes a noticeable bulge out in her belly. She's tight as a vice as she begins to move. Her hands, frustrated with the lack of access to her own chest, grasp and grope Helena's continuously.

[progestereon]

"C- Carefullll! I'm- Mnhn. I don't get a lot of stimulation, um, down there, so I'm... sensitive..."

Grace can tell, given how much pre Helena's gushing out. It's like it's coming out by the gallon, sloshing inside her and already leaving her feeling full. The way Helena squirms under her is adorable, writhing in pleasure as her brain more or less melts. She can feel her balls rumbling and churning behind both of them, growing bigger, and fuller, and hotter. A few moments pass, her cock throbbing and twitching with love as she starts to settle down.

"I- I'm k- kinda closeee. I hope it- it helped my stamina too... I don't wanna have to wait to fuck you more..."

[cultivar-corin]

"oh don't- pant - worry about that... my Lady... Veracon doesn't give out a rod like this without -hrng- some... some stamina. You'll cum, and cum, and cum again if I can keep- keep this up!"

Every word comes out shaky, between breaths. She's just as determined to make her Lady lose herself to over stimulation as she was during the donation, though her success remains to be seen.

Helena's growth hasn't stopped, and Grace is continuing to bounce on what is now a solid twelve inches of glorious gock. The bulge in her stomach has evolved into a full on bloat as she tries desperately to retain as much pre as possible.

"Say ah... how- how big did Veracon intend to make you?"

[progestereon]

"Um, I- I think it was, um... Three feet, maybe? No, more than th- that. Four? Four-ish feet? You feel rrreeally good... I... I'm g- gonna... CUMMNING!!!"

Her hands find their footing on Grace's hips as she starts to buck upwards into her hole, her hips hitting with a plap as she thrusts. Faster and faster, harder and harder, all while she grows bigger, longer, and even hornier, all building up to one moment.

Her heavy, full balls clench. Her shaft stiffens further, a jolt of growth running up its length. She cums. A flood of warmth filling Grace's core as gallons are pumped into her, spurt after spurt spilling from Helena's cock as her tummy swells with sloshing semen, thick and hot inside her. Well over a dozen gallons fill her gut. Helena is still hard. Harder than before, even.

[cultivar-corin]

After about thirty seconds of cumming, panting, and slowly pulling herself back together, Grace recovers enough of her faculties for her signature grin to resurface.

"Oh Goddess yes, this is EXACLTY what I was hoping for..."

She rubs her burgeoning belly provocatively, before slowly, deliberately sliding off her Lady's cock -which is now about eighteen inches from base to tip- maintaining her tightness the whole way and extracting another gallon of pre as she goes.

"Now then... at this rate I'll fill the whole room... and as sexy as that sounds, I'd rather not have to rebuild this place... so why don't we take it outside, again?"

Helena's height has, at this point, stabilized, now standing a good six inches over the top of Grace's head. Though Grace's own instability as she struggles to stand upright with her sloshing belly probably isn't helping her out. She grabs Helena's still lengthening rod behind her, and leads her out the door by the tip of her penis, uncaring of the flood of pre covering her hand.

"Now then my Lady... it sounds like you have a long ways to grow. Do whatever you want, just pump this belly until I'd need TWO of these to move!"

She taps her borrowed breastplate for emphasis, then clumsily strikes a pose as she waits for her Lady to decide her fate.

[progestereon]

"Mnhn... You look... beautiful... You'll look even nicer on top of three soft, doughy, sloshing hills though..."

Suddenly, without warning, Helena scoops Grace into her arms, cradling her in a bridal carry. It's like she weighs nothing, practically made of cotton candy in her embrace. With the way she's holding her, with so much love and so little effort, she almost feels like she could carry her completely uncompressed. After being lost in the feeling of floating in her hands and the sight of her beautiful face, Grace is jolted back to reality as her feet are gently plopped onto the ground.

"So, um... I don't know the extent of this transformation thing, so I don't know how much cum you're gonna get filled with... Um... What I'm trying to ask is if we should bother aiming somewhere with a lot of empty space, or are we staying smaller than buildings this time?"

[cultivar-corin]

The question brings a tinge of... concern, back to Grace's eyes, temporarily overriding the intense lust.

"I.. I don't know. No-one has ever been able to do that after a Commencement before... but given your history... It's probably wise to do it just in case."

And with that, she turns toward the same zone the two of them had previously flattened. A pond has formed there, nothing living in it just yet but filled by rainfall over a couple of weeks.

"Yeah.. especially if you get any ideas about releasing the girls I've borrowed."

She promptly bends over, almost falling onto her sloshing belly as she sways her ass provocatively.

[progestereon]

"Ohmyfuckinggoddessyou'resopretty. I- I- I'll try to be gentle, okay? I- I mean, my cock's all, like, big now, and I'm stronger, and I don't wanna hurt you, so I'll try to s- stay slow."

All of her anxiety is barely audible under the throbbing of her immense, stone-stiff shaft. Her balls hang low between her thighs as she slowly moves towards the gorgeous ass awaiting her. Slowly, she slides in, already so much girthier, thicker, bigger than she was a few moments ago. She starts to slowly sway her hips forwards and backwards, so gentle and hesitant that it barely qualifies as sex, let alone fucking.

"Is now a bad time to mention that I- Um... Haven't ever topped before?"

[cultivar-corin]

"Huh, well... I suppose proper nudity leaving you immobile would make it difficult to ever try it out... no worries though gorgeous!"

She tries to turn around, and raises an arm to caress Helena's cheek... but between her own vastly increased mass and being impaled she gets nowhere close.

"If I had to summarize... the tempo's in -ah- your hands now... You'll want to pay a lot more- more- attention to your partner... and how she's feeling. You'll want to gradually accelerate... if you're too slow then neither of you will get anything out of this."

She pauses for a few moments, just enjoying the feeling.

"Just keep going a little bit faster until they start making cute noises, or ask you to slow down. And don't be too shy, I've done this same little ritual myself~ I'm not made of paper."

[progestereon]

Helena lets out a long huff, half from the exertion of all the pleasure running through her veins and half in an attempt to steel herself for what's to come.

"Alright... I- I'm gonna try to go faster now. Um. Tell me if I'm doing anything wrong, okay?"

She pulls her hips back and quickly, though not very forcefully, thrusts forwards. Her hips meet Grace's with a small plap as her cock throbs deep within her. Even with the lack of strength put into it, the sheer size of her renders the sensation more than a little overwhelming. Slowly, Helena starts to find a rhythm with her thrusts, going faster and faster until it starts to seem like a proper fucking.

[cultivar-corin]

"Ougghhhh- Oh that's PERFECT my Lady!!"

As Helena's caution is gradually replaced with confidence, Grace's face turns an incredibly bright shade of red. Her weight is, at this point, fully supported by a combination of her immense, sloshing belly underneath her and the support of Helena's still lengthening cock holding her by the pelvis.

"I thin- ough - I think I can FEEL your -agh- GROWTH! It's MAGNIFICENT!"

Grace's legs are splayed out behind her, almost wrapped around Helena to make sure she stays exactly where she is. Between the hyper-sensitive new flesh, new source of pleasure, and the insane tightness as she grows to fill Grace's glorious cunt, Helena is almost but not quite as overstimulated as her partner.

After a few golden minutes of this status quo, Grace has finally pulled herself together enough to form a full sentence again.

"My lady... f-fill me! Fill me with- with- with EVERYTHING you can! I've- I've NEVER wanted anything more!"

She slowly flails a little bit, reaching around to try and kiss her partner, but at this point the enormous quantities of pre have fully immobilized her. She settles for trying to squeeze even tighter over the completed, full length of Helena's cock.

[progestereon]

Picking up (roughly) where she left off with Helena, after a few delightful weeks the two of them have manged to regain mutual mobility. This morning, Grace approaches her partner with a familiar small, ornate wooden box.

"I've been meaning to do this with you for a few weeks now... It's an opportunity of a kind. Something that will help you advance. You keep talking about levels, classes, and quests... stuff like that... This would be a... oh what would you call it... an Ancestry upgrade? Evolution? something like that."

"It's a local ritual, we call it Commencement. Starting down the path to Ascension. It's not as grandiose as it really sounds, the idea is that you'll be reshaped over time into the form that would make you happiest -whatever that may be -. I don't think they'll give you something literally world shaking, they're rather attatched to this place after all. But I think it's worth a try. It's how I got most of my Charming good looks."

"Oh? That sounds lovely! I mean, I'm not really sure what form I'd like the most, but if you think it's a good idea, I'd love to! I wonder how I'd end up... Maybe I'd get boobs even bigger than they were before the, um... 'transfer'... Maybe I'll stay flat but get a big dick and butt? That could be cool, hehehe! I guess I'll find out!!!"

Helena quickly and lovingly hugs Grace, careful not to put too much pressure on her chest, knowing how sensitive compressed tits are. Her kisses pepper Grace's neck, up and down the soft skin as she runs her hands along her arm.

"You look even more beautiful than usual today, by the way."

[butwhatifitwasbigger]

She laughs while trying not to show how much stimulation she got out of that hug, she's been getting used to it for a few weeks, so she at least can stay both standing and coherent rather than collapsing into a whimpering mess instantly.

"o-of course! And... thank you, someone very generous helped me get to this point... Someone who looks even cuter than they did beforehand, even."

Grace takes a moment to recover, before adopting a slightly more serious expression, guiding Helena toward the shrine as she explains.

"So... It's not a complex ritual exactly, not on your end. I don't recommend doing this dressed, it won't do your clothing any favors. You're going to... ingest this bit of crystal. How, and with what orifice, doesn't matter."

She raises a knowing eyebrow.

"Then you're just going to lie back on the altar and relax. A trance should overtake you at that point... and then you get to meet a Goddess. Only briefly, and tell me which one once you awaken. Bytania will feel... warm and soft. If you take her gift, you'll probably get your chest back and then some, and start lactating. I doubt you'll get her but I could be wrong."

She sighs before continuing.

"What's much more likely is that you'll meet Veracon. She's... intense. She'll feel hot, inquisitive, and maybe a little judgemental. Her gifts are what I think you'll end up with. Often she'll make you stronger, a lot stronger in fact. Sometimes faster, sometimes she'll hone your mind."

She glances down at Helena's crotch for a moment and grins a little.

"You mentioned potentially getting... a 'big dick'? She's your best shot at that. Though no matter what you get... you'll only get one conscious choice. Yes, or No. No, and you'll wake up unchanged. Yes... and that's where the fun begins."

As the pair reach the threshold of the shrine, Helena is ushered into the back room, containing a pair of unlit braziers at the edges and a two by one and a half meter stone table. A small skylight permits the sun to illuminate the space.

"Now, I have just a little prep work to do out here. I reccomend disrobing but... up to you. Let me know when you're ready my Lady."

She steals a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the room, still audible in the next as she makes her preparations.

[progestereon]

Helena lets out a long, dreamy sigh as she watches Grace exit, her eyes staying put on the door for multiple moments after she's gone. Slowly, she slips her clothing off. She relishes the feeling of the cloth, soft and flowing, brushing against her skin as she starts to go nude. Nude. Before she handed off her size to Grace, being naked was a rarity, forced from extreme circumstance, but now she can walk around the shrine with no clothes whatsoever daily. She gently gropes her chest as she sets herself on the alter, the small mounds jiggling under her grasp. Well, small to her. They're likely between DD and G cups, which she's pretty sure is at least above average, but she doesn't have much experience with boobs smaller than buildings, so she wouldn't know. Her panties finally hit the floor with a fwumph, finally marking the end of her undressing.

"I'm ready!!!"

[cultivar-corin]

It's not long until Grace re-enters, a familiar wooden box clutched in her hands. Each step is practiced and deliberate, as this is a ritual she has performed many times before. She does, however, pause for a second upon seeing Helena, smiling.

"I don't think I would ever get tired of that sight my Lady. It's almost a shame I'll never get this one specifically again... but I'm sure I'll love the result just as much."

Her pace picks up as she approaches the Altar, and gently presses Helena's back onto it, leaving most of her assets skyward for anyone to see. Grace then takes a step back, and reverently removes the radiant gem from its box.

The light fills the room, almost blinding. The sheer magical potential of a full third of Helena's original mass only barely contained in its molecular matrix, but vanishes just as quickly as Grace deliberately slips the perfectly smooth crystal into her Lady's glistening pussy.

The last thing Helena saw before falling under was Grace's mischievous grin at her yelp-or was it a moan?- of surprise.

An inky void stretched in every direction, empty and desolate... for all of about five seconds. The promised warmth and softness that could only have been Bytania's attention followed, then passed just as swiftly. Fire took its place. Though physically nobody was standing there, Helena could swear she felt Veracon looking over her shoulder, then into her mind.

Memories were inspected, surface thoughts appraised. The Goddess rifled through everything that made Helena who she was like a deck of playing cards, the heat of Veracons presence was almost unbearable. Just before the feeling turned from discomfort to pain, it receded, and in it's place... was Her. It was like staring into a mirror, Helena gazed deep into her own eyes for a moment before the shifting began.

She grew about a foot taller, and all across her body her muscles gained some definition... though still far from grotesque. Her face was mostly unchanged, though her eyes had a brighter inner light than before and her hair was slightly longer. To her surprise, her breasts didn't get any bigger, though her shaft did. Forty-six inches of steel-hard gock hung between her newly toned legs, though it impossibly softened back to its original, controllable four.

The numerical attributes of the changes imprinted themselves in her mind, in the same familiar scale she had seen her whole life. Overall, she would be about 50% stronger, and tougher. Her mind saw fewer changes overall, her ability to recall information improved a tad.

Her luck increased by a singular, solitary point. She got the feeling Veracon saw her as already being incredibly lucky.

It was the imbued enchantments that made things interesting.

The first was called Integrator, and it was... intriguing. In short, she could "harvest" maximum size from someone else, either in height, bust, "length"... any metric she wanted. They would eventually grow back to their normal, and she would be forbidden from harvesting from them again. That size could then be applied to herself in anyway she wanted... and retracted at will. Never spent, harvesting just increased her maximum.

The second was called Potential, and it was simple. The more "size" she has stored, the more powerful she would be. Granted, exhibiting it in the real world caused her to lose the buff, it only tracked what was stored.

The fire burned steadily behind her, awaiting a verdict.

[progestereon]

"Oh!!! That's- That's neat! I'm not sure what I was really expecting, but it wasn't this, ahaha. I wonder if You can hear me or if this is just, like, a display sort of thing... If you can, thank You! Ah, I almost forgot to accept! Do I just have to, like, say YES?"

She jolts awake on the altar, the warmth still tingling in her body as she slowly sits up, looking towards Grace with sparkling eyes and a smile.

"So... Do you like it?"

[cultivar-corin]

"I'm glad you seem to like it... though it hasn't happened just yet out here silly!"

"The initial growth-spurt is about to start... and whatever happens, I'm here for you my Lady. Whatever support you need.... or desire... It's yours." Her voice turns sultry at the end, her offer is genuine though she's clearly expecting this next part to be fun for both of you.

"If my timing is right, it should hit you in about three.... two..."

Helena can't quite hear her last word as the magic finishes its own preparations, and her entire body erupts with pleasure and stimulus as the changed begin.

[progestereon]

"Oooh, wooowwww... Is it sssupposed to feel this... gooood...? I feel so... strong, ahaha... Goodness, I wonder what my stats are gonna look like... Do- Do you want to feel? I haven't done much with transformations before, so I don't know if it's s- safe. Woww..."

She starts to shuffle towards you, her cock throbbing between her thighs, growing with every pulse that barrels down its length and every spurt of precum from its tip. You can see the sweat dripping from her skin as she grows, taller, longer, and stronger, though the muscles strengthening under her smooth, soft skin is less visible.

[cultivar-corin]

"Oh my Lady, it normally does... It might go on for a few minutes, or a couple hours. It's pretty random like that.. but I want us both to enjoy every moment."

Grace gently presses Helena back into lying down, on the floor this time rather than the altar. It becomes abundantly clear to Helena that she had stripped during the trance -save for the containment breastplate covering her building sized tits-, as her skin faintly glistens... especially right between her thighs. The sight leaves Helena's throbbing cock almost painfully hard as it continues to lengthen.

"It looks like you're getting a bit taller, so don't go anywhere just yet... your balance will be off. Just relax... and let your loyal retainer do her thing."

She steps over Helena's now nine-inch piece of steel and slowly lowers herself onto it, savoring every inch with a drawn out moan as it disappears into her waiting hole. The tip pokes a noticeable bulge out in her belly. She's tight as a vice as she begins to move. Her hands, frustrated with the lack of access to her own chest, grasp and grope Helena's continuously.

[progestereon]

"C- Carefullll! I'm- Mnhn. I don't get a lot of stimulation, um, down there, so I'm... sensitive..."

Grace can tell, given how much pre Helena's gushing out. It's like it's coming out by the gallon, sloshing inside her and already leaving her feeling full. The way Helena squirms under her is adorable, writhing in pleasure as her brain more or less melts. She can feel her balls rumbling and churning behind both of them, growing bigger, and fuller, and hotter. A few moments pass, her cock throbbing and twitching with love as she starts to settle down.

"I- I'm k- kinda closeee. I hope it- it helped my stamina too... I don't wanna have to wait to fuck you more..."

[cultivar-corin]

"oh don't- pant - worry about that... my Lady... Veracon doesn't give out a rod like this without -hrng- some... some stamina. You'll cum, and cum, and cum again if I can keep- keep this up!"

Every word comes out shaky, between breaths. She's just as determined to make her Lady lose herself to over stimulation as she was during the donation, though her success remains to be seen.

Helena's growth hasn't stopped, and Grace is continuing to bounce on what is now a solid twelve inches of glorious gock. The bulge in her stomach has evolved into a full on bloat as she tries desperately to retain as much pre as possible.

"Say ah... how- how big did Veracon intend to make you?"

[progestereon]

"Um, I- I think it was, um... Three feet, maybe? No, more than th- that. Four? Four-ish feet? You feel rrreeally good... I... I'm g- gonna... CUMMNING!!!"

Her hands find their footing on Grace's hips as she starts to buck upwards into her hole, her hips hitting with a plap as she thrusts. Faster and faster, harder and harder, all while she grows bigger, longer, and even hornier, all building up to one moment.

Her heavy, full balls clench. Her shaft stiffens further, a jolt of growth running up its length. She cums. A flood of warmth filling Grace's core as gallons are pumped into her, spurt after spurt spilling from Helena's cock as her tummy swells with sloshing semen, thick and hot inside her. Well over a dozen gallons fill her gut. Helena is still hard. Harder than before, even.

[cultivar-corin]

After about thirty seconds of cumming, panting, and slowly pulling herself back together, Grace recovers enough of her faculties for her signature grin to resurface.

"Oh Goddess yes, this is EXACLTY what I was hoping for..."

She rubs her burgeoning belly provocatively, before slowly, deliberately sliding off her Lady's cock -which is now about eighteen inches from base to tip- maintaining her tightness the whole way and extracting another gallon of pre as she goes.

"Now then... at this rate I'll fill the whole room... and as sexy as that sounds, I'd rather not have to rebuild this place... so why don't we take it outside, again?"

Helena's height has, at this point, stabilized, now standing a good six inches over the top of Grace's head. Though Grace's own instability as she struggles to stand upright with her sloshing belly probably isn't helping her out. She grabs Helena's still lengthening rod behind her, and leads her out the door by the tip of her penis, uncaring of the flood of pre covering her hand.

"Now then my Lady... it sounds like you have a long ways to grow. Do whatever you want, just pump this belly until I'd need TWO of these to move!"

She taps her borrowed breastplate for emphasis, then clumsily strikes a pose as she waits for her Lady to decide her fate.

[progestereon]

"Mnhn... You look... beautiful... You'll look even nicer on top of three soft, doughy, sloshing hills though..."

Suddenly, without warning, Helena scoops Grace into her arms, cradling her in a bridal carry. It's like she weighs nothing, practically made of cotton candy in her embrace. With the way she's holding her, with so much love and so little effort, she almost feels like she could carry her completely uncompressed. After being lost in the feeling of floating in her hands and the sight of her beautiful face, Grace is jolted back to reality as her feet are gently plopped onto the ground.

"So, um... I don't know the extent of this transformation thing, so I don't know how much cum you're gonna get filled with... Um... What I'm trying to ask is if we should bother aiming somewhere with a lot of empty space, or are we staying smaller than buildings this time?"

[cultivar-corin]

The question brings a tinge of... concern, back to Grace's eyes, temporarily overriding the intense lust.

"I.. I don't know. No-one has ever been able to do that after a Commencement before... but given your history... It's probably wise to do it just in case."

And with that, she turns toward the same zone the two of them had previously flattened. A pond has formed there, nothing living in it just yet but filled by rainfall over a couple of weeks.

"Yeah.. especially if you get any ideas about releasing the girls I've borrowed."

She promptly bends over, almost falling onto her sloshing belly as she sways her ass provocatively.

[progestereon]

"Ohmyfuckinggoddessyou'resopretty. I- I- I'll try to be gentle, okay? I- I mean, my cock's all, like, big now, and I'm stronger, and I don't wanna hurt you, so I'll try to s- stay slow."

All of her anxiety is barely audible under the throbbing of her immense, stone-stiff shaft. Her balls hang low between her thighs as she slowly moves towards the gorgeous ass awaiting her. Slowly, she slides in, already so much girthier, thicker, bigger than she was a few moments ago. She starts to slowly sway her hips forwards and backwards, so gentle and hesitant that it barely qualifies as sex, let alone fucking.

"Is now a bad time to mention that I- Um... Haven't ever topped before?"

[cultivar-corin]

"Huh, well... I suppose proper nudity leaving you immobile would make it difficult to ever try it out... no worries though gorgeous!"

She tries to turn around, and raises an arm to caress Helena's cheek... but between her own vastly increased mass and being impaled she gets nowhere close.

"If I had to summarize... the tempo's in -ah- your hands now... You'll want to pay a lot more- more- attention to your partner... and how she's feeling. You'll want to gradually accelerate... if you're too slow then neither of you will get anything out of this."

She pauses for a few moments, just enjoying the feeling.

"Just keep going a little bit faster until they start making cute noises, or ask you to slow down. And don't be too shy, I've done this same little ritual myself~ I'm not made of paper."

[progestereon]

Picking up (roughly) where she left off with Helena, after a few delightful weeks the two of them have manged to regain mutual mobility. This morning, Grace approaches her partner with a familiar small, ornate wooden box.

"I've been meaning to do this with you for a few weeks now... It's an opportunity of a kind. Something that will help you advance. You keep talking about levels, classes, and quests... stuff like that... This would be a... oh what would you call it... an Ancestry upgrade? Evolution? something like that."

"It's a local ritual, we call it Commencement. Starting down the path to Ascension. It's not as grandiose as it really sounds, the idea is that you'll be reshaped over time into the form that would make you happiest -whatever that may be -. I don't think they'll give you something literally world shaking, they're rather attatched to this place after all. But I think it's worth a try. It's how I got most of my Charming good looks."

"Oh? That sounds lovely! I mean, I'm not really sure what form I'd like the most, but if you think it's a good idea, I'd love to! I wonder how I'd end up... Maybe I'd get boobs even bigger than they were before the, um... 'transfer'... Maybe I'll stay flat but get a big dick and butt? That could be cool, hehehe! I guess I'll find out!!!"

Helena quickly and lovingly hugs Grace, careful not to put too much pressure on her chest, knowing how sensitive compressed tits are. Her kisses pepper Grace's neck, up and down the soft skin as she runs her hands along her arm.

"You look even more beautiful than usual today, by the way."

[butwhatifitwasbigger]

She laughs while trying not to show how much stimulation she got out of that hug, she's been getting used to it for a few weeks, so she at least can stay both standing and coherent rather than collapsing into a whimpering mess instantly.

"o-of course! And... thank you, someone very generous helped me get to this point... Someone who looks even cuter than they did beforehand, even."

Grace takes a moment to recover, before adopting a slightly more serious expression, guiding Helena toward the shrine as she explains.

"So... It's not a complex ritual exactly, not on your end. I don't recommend doing this dressed, it won't do your clothing any favors. You're going to... ingest this bit of crystal. How, and with what orifice, doesn't matter."

She raises a knowing eyebrow.

"Then you're just going to lie back on the altar and relax. A trance should overtake you at that point... and then you get to meet a Goddess. Only briefly, and tell me which one once you awaken. Bytania will feel... warm and soft. If you take her gift, you'll probably get your chest back and then some, and start lactating. I doubt you'll get her but I could be wrong."

She sighs before continuing.

"What's much more likely is that you'll meet Veracon. She's... intense. She'll feel hot, inquisitive, and maybe a little judgemental. Her gifts are what I think you'll end up with. Often she'll make you stronger, a lot stronger in fact. Sometimes faster, sometimes she'll hone your mind."

She glances down at Helena's crotch for a moment and grins a little.

"You mentioned potentially getting... a 'big dick'? She's your best shot at that. Though no matter what you get... you'll only get one conscious choice. Yes, or No. No, and you'll wake up unchanged. Yes... and that's where the fun begins."

As the pair reach the threshold of the shrine, Helena is ushered into the back room, containing a pair of unlit braziers at the edges and a two by one and a half meter stone table. A small skylight permits the sun to illuminate the space.

"Now, I have just a little prep work to do out here. I reccomend disrobing but... up to you. Let me know when you're ready my Lady."

She steals a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the room, still audible in the next as she makes her preparations.

[progestereon]

Helena lets out a long, dreamy sigh as she watches Grace exit, her eyes staying put on the door for multiple moments after she's gone. Slowly, she slips her clothing off. She relishes the feeling of the cloth, soft and flowing, brushing against her skin as she starts to go nude. Nude. Before she handed off her size to Grace, being naked was a rarity, forced from extreme circumstance, but now she can walk around the shrine with no clothes whatsoever daily. She gently gropes her chest as she sets herself on the alter, the small mounds jiggling under her grasp. Well, small to her. They're likely between DD and G cups, which she's pretty sure is at least above average, but she doesn't have much experience with boobs smaller than buildings, so she wouldn't know. Her panties finally hit the floor with a fwumph, finally marking the end of her undressing.

"I'm ready!!!"

[cultivar-corin]

It's not long until Grace re-enters, a familiar wooden box clutched in her hands. Each step is practiced and deliberate, as this is a ritual she has performed many times before. She does, however, pause for a second upon seeing Helena, smiling.

"I don't think I would ever get tired of that sight my Lady. It's almost a shame I'll never get this one specifically again... but I'm sure I'll love the result just as much."

Her pace picks up as she approaches the Altar, and gently presses Helena's back onto it, leaving most of her assets skyward for anyone to see. Grace then takes a step back, and reverently removes the radiant gem from its box.

The light fills the room, almost blinding. The sheer magical potential of a full third of Helena's original mass only barely contained in its molecular matrix, but vanishes just as quickly as Grace deliberately slips the perfectly smooth crystal into her Lady's glistening pussy.

The last thing Helena saw before falling under was Grace's mischievous grin at her yelp-or was it a moan?- of surprise.

An inky void stretched in every direction, empty and desolate... for all of about five seconds. The promised warmth and softness that could only have been Bytania's attention followed, then passed just as swiftly. Fire took its place. Though physically nobody was standing there, Helena could swear she felt Veracon looking over her shoulder, then into her mind.

Memories were inspected, surface thoughts appraised. The Goddess rifled through everything that made Helena who she was like a deck of playing cards, the heat of Veracons presence was almost unbearable. Just before the feeling turned from discomfort to pain, it receded, and in it's place... was Her. It was like staring into a mirror, Helena gazed deep into her own eyes for a moment before the shifting began.

She grew about a foot taller, and all across her body her muscles gained some definition... though still far from grotesque. Her face was mostly unchanged, though her eyes had a brighter inner light than before and her hair was slightly longer. To her surprise, her breasts didn't get any bigger, though her shaft did. Forty-six inches of steel-hard gock hung between her newly toned legs, though it impossibly softened back to its original, controllable four.

The numerical attributes of the changes imprinted themselves in her mind, in the same familiar scale she had seen her whole life. Overall, she would be about 50% stronger, and tougher. Her mind saw fewer changes overall, her ability to recall information improved a tad.

Her luck increased by a singular, solitary point. She got the feeling Veracon saw her as already being incredibly lucky.

It was the imbued enchantments that made things interesting.

The first was called Integrator, and it was... intriguing. In short, she could "harvest" maximum size from someone else, either in height, bust, "length"... any metric she wanted. They would eventually grow back to their normal, and she would be forbidden from harvesting from them again. That size could then be applied to herself in anyway she wanted... and retracted at will. Never spent, harvesting just increased her maximum.

The second was called Potential, and it was simple. The more "size" she has stored, the more powerful she would be. Granted, exhibiting it in the real world caused her to lose the buff, it only tracked what was stored.

The fire burned steadily behind her, awaiting a verdict.

[progestereon]

"Oh!!! That's- That's neat! I'm not sure what I was really expecting, but it wasn't this, ahaha. I wonder if You can hear me or if this is just, like, a display sort of thing... If you can, thank You! Ah, I almost forgot to accept! Do I just have to, like, say YES?"

She jolts awake on the altar, the warmth still tingling in her body as she slowly sits up, looking towards Grace with sparkling eyes and a smile.

"So... Do you like it?"

[cultivar-corin]

"I'm glad you seem to like it... though it hasn't happened just yet out here silly!"

"The initial growth-spurt is about to start... and whatever happens, I'm here for you my Lady. Whatever support you need.... or desire... It's yours." Her voice turns sultry at the end, her offer is genuine though she's clearly expecting this next part to be fun for both of you.

"If my timing is right, it should hit you in about three.... two..."

Helena can't quite hear her last word as the magic finishes its own preparations, and her entire body erupts with pleasure and stimulus as the changed begin.

[progestereon]

"Oooh, wooowwww... Is it sssupposed to feel this... gooood...? I feel so... strong, ahaha... Goodness, I wonder what my stats are gonna look like... Do- Do you want to feel? I haven't done much with transformations before, so I don't know if it's s- safe. Woww..."

She starts to shuffle towards you, her cock throbbing between her thighs, growing with every pulse that barrels down its length and every spurt of precum from its tip. You can see the sweat dripping from her skin as she grows, taller, longer, and stronger, though the muscles strengthening under her smooth, soft skin is less visible.

[cultivar-corin]

"Oh my Lady, it normally does... It might go on for a few minutes, or a couple hours. It's pretty random like that.. but I want us both to enjoy every moment."

Grace gently presses Helena back into lying down, on the floor this time rather than the altar. It becomes abundantly clear to Helena that she had stripped during the trance -save for the containment breastplate covering her building sized tits-, as her skin faintly glistens... especially right between her thighs. The sight leaves Helena's throbbing cock almost painfully hard as it continues to lengthen.

"It looks like you're getting a bit taller, so don't go anywhere just yet... your balance will be off. Just relax... and let your loyal retainer do her thing."

She steps over Helena's now nine-inch piece of steel and slowly lowers herself onto it, savoring every inch with a drawn out moan as it disappears into her waiting hole. The tip pokes a noticeable bulge out in her belly. She's tight as a vice as she begins to move. Her hands, frustrated with the lack of access to her own chest, grasp and grope Helena's continuously.

[progestereon]

"C- Carefullll! I'm- Mnhn. I don't get a lot of stimulation, um, down there, so I'm... sensitive..."

Grace can tell, given how much pre Helena's gushing out. It's like it's coming out by the gallon, sloshing inside her and already leaving her feeling full. The way Helena squirms under her is adorable, writhing in pleasure as her brain more or less melts. She can feel her balls rumbling and churning behind both of them, growing bigger, and fuller, and hotter. A few moments pass, her cock throbbing and twitching with love as she starts to settle down.

"I- I'm k- kinda closeee. I hope it- it helped my stamina too... I don't wanna have to wait to fuck you more..."

[cultivar-corin]

"oh don't- pant - worry about that... my Lady... Veracon doesn't give out a rod like this without -hrng- some... some stamina. You'll cum, and cum, and cum again if I can keep- keep this up!"

Every word comes out shaky, between breaths. She's just as determined to make her Lady lose herself to over stimulation as she was during the donation, though her success remains to be seen.

Helena's growth hasn't stopped, and Grace is continuing to bounce on what is now a solid twelve inches of glorious gock. The bulge in her stomach has evolved into a full on bloat as she tries desperately to retain as much pre as possible.

"Say ah... how- how big did Veracon intend to make you?"

[progestereon]

"Um, I- I think it was, um... Three feet, maybe? No, more than th- that. Four? Four-ish feet? You feel rrreeally good... I... I'm g- gonna... CUMMNING!!!"

Her hands find their footing on Grace's hips as she starts to buck upwards into her hole, her hips hitting with a plap as she thrusts. Faster and faster, harder and harder, all while she grows bigger, longer, and even hornier, all building up to one moment.

Her heavy, full balls clench. Her shaft stiffens further, a jolt of growth running up its length. She cums. A flood of warmth filling Grace's core as gallons are pumped into her, spurt after spurt spilling from Helena's cock as her tummy swells with sloshing semen, thick and hot inside her. Well over a dozen gallons fill her gut. Helena is still hard. Harder than before, even.

[cultivar-corin]

After about thirty seconds of cumming, panting, and slowly pulling herself back together, Grace recovers enough of her faculties for her signature grin to resurface.

"Oh Goddess yes, this is EXACLTY what I was hoping for..."

She rubs her burgeoning belly provocatively, before slowly, deliberately sliding off her Lady's cock -which is now about eighteen inches from base to tip- maintaining her tightness the whole way and extracting another gallon of pre as she goes.

"Now then... at this rate I'll fill the whole room... and as sexy as that sounds, I'd rather not have to rebuild this place... so why don't we take it outside, again?"

Helena's height has, at this point, stabilized, now standing a good six inches over the top of Grace's head. Though Grace's own instability as she struggles to stand upright with her sloshing belly probably isn't helping her out. She grabs Helena's still lengthening rod behind her, and leads her out the door by the tip of her penis, uncaring of the flood of pre covering her hand.

"Now then my Lady... it sounds like you have a long ways to grow. Do whatever you want, just pump this belly until I'd need TWO of these to move!"

She taps her borrowed breastplate for emphasis, then clumsily strikes a pose as she waits for her Lady to decide her fate.

[progestereon]

"Mnhn... You look... beautiful... You'll look even nicer on top of three soft, doughy, sloshing hills though..."

Suddenly, without warning, Helena scoops Grace into her arms, cradling her in a bridal carry. It's like she weighs nothing, practically made of cotton candy in her embrace. With the way she's holding her, with so much love and so little effort, she almost feels like she could carry her completely uncompressed. After being lost in the feeling of floating in her hands and the sight of her beautiful face, Grace is jolted back to reality as her feet are gently plopped onto the ground.

"So, um... I don't know the extent of this transformation thing, so I don't know how much cum you're gonna get filled with... Um... What I'm trying to ask is if we should bother aiming somewhere with a lot of empty space, or are we staying smaller than buildings this time?"

[cultivar-corin]

The question brings a tinge of... concern, back to Grace's eyes, temporarily overriding the intense lust.

"I.. I don't know. No-one has ever been able to do that after a Commencement before... but given your history... It's probably wise to do it just in case."

And with that, she turns toward the same zone the two of them had previously flattened. A pond has formed there, nothing living in it just yet but filled by rainfall over a couple of weeks.

"Yeah.. especially if you get any ideas about releasing the girls I've borrowed."

She promptly bends over, almost falling onto her sloshing belly as she sways her ass provocatively.

[edensfw7881]

*leaves a bottle marked "boob filler" on the counter, full of white liquid*

*I walk into the room and notice the bottle.* *I spend a moment glancing left* *then glancing right* *...before disappearing with surprisingly cartoony speed.* *Then, a vaguely eden-coloured blur appears in front of the bottle* *The blur and the bottle vanish simultaneously* *The bottle reappears 2 seconds later, mysteriously emptied.*

[cultivar-corin]

*walks back into the room I left it, noticing the conspicuously empty empty bottle*

sigh

you know the dosage for that is measured by the microgram, right?!

*I attempt to walk into the next room, only to be blocked by a nipple blocking the entire door. *

[edensfw7881]

*All you can hear past that solitary nipple is muffled mooing of pleasure... Your feet begin to feel cold as the milk puddling beneath you begins to seep through whatever footwear you were wearing.*

[cultivar-corin]

tsk

*grabs the now empty bottle, then approaches the disembodied nipple.*

I suppose if you're going to drink all of my supply, the least you could do is replace it.

*pulls gently on the nipple until the bottle is refilled... then starts drinking directly.*

[edensfw7881]

*It's pleasantly warm, and slightly sweet... You can feel your stomach filling... Then it starts echoing the effect of the filler. You almost get the feeling that you can... direct it?*

[cultivar-corin]

*over half an hour, increases her bust size until they hang down to her waist, then simply allows it to collect in her belly until it can support her breasts in their usual position*

Ah.... thank you dear. I think you'll prove very useful indeed... I think I have a pump large enough to accommodate you overnight.

I wonder if you'll still be able to think straight in the morning?... No, no... if you could in the first place you'd probably not be here silly.

*lovingly, gently pinches the enormous nipple before stalking off*

[edensfw7881]

*leaves a bottle marked "boob filler" on the counter, full of white liquid*

*I walk into the room and notice the bottle.* *I spend a moment glancing left* *then glancing right* *...before disappearing with surprisingly cartoony speed.* *Then, a vaguely eden-coloured blur appears in front of the bottle* *The blur and the bottle vanish simultaneously* *The bottle reappears 2 seconds later, mysteriously emptied.*

[cultivar-corin]

*walks back into the room I left it, noticing the conspicuously empty empty bottle*

sigh

you know the dosage for that is measured by the microgram, right?!

*I attempt to walk into the next room, only to be blocked by a nipple blocking the entire door. *

[edensfw7881]

*All you can hear past that solitary nipple is muffled mooing of pleasure... Your feet begin to feel cold as the milk puddling beneath you begins to seep through whatever footwear you were wearing.*

[cultivar-corin]

tsk

*grabs the now empty bottle, then approaches the disembodied nipple.*

I suppose if you're going to drink all of my supply, the least you could do is replace it.

*pulls gently on the nipple until the bottle is refilled... then starts drinking directly.*

[progestereon]

Picking up (roughly) where she left off with Helena, after a few delightful weeks the two of them have manged to regain mutual mobility. This morning, Grace approaches her partner with a familiar small, ornate wooden box.

"I've been meaning to do this with you for a few weeks now... It's an opportunity of a kind. Something that will help you advance. You keep talking about levels, classes, and quests... stuff like that... This would be a... oh what would you call it... an Ancestry upgrade? Evolution? something like that."

"It's a local ritual, we call it Commencement. Starting down the path to Ascension. It's not as grandiose as it really sounds, the idea is that you'll be reshaped over time into the form that would make you happiest -whatever that may be -. I don't think they'll give you something literally world shaking, they're rather attatched to this place after all. But I think it's worth a try. It's how I got most of my Charming good looks."

"Oh? That sounds lovely! I mean, I'm not really sure what form I'd like the most, but if you think it's a good idea, I'd love to! I wonder how I'd end up... Maybe I'd get boobs even bigger than they were before the, um... 'transfer'... Maybe I'll stay flat but get a big dick and butt? That could be cool, hehehe! I guess I'll find out!!!"

Helena quickly and lovingly hugs Grace, careful not to put too much pressure on her chest, knowing how sensitive compressed tits are. Her kisses pepper Grace's neck, up and down the soft skin as she runs her hands along her arm.

"You look even more beautiful than usual today, by the way."

[butwhatifitwasbigger]

She laughs while trying not to show how much stimulation she got out of that hug, she's been getting used to it for a few weeks, so she at least can stay both standing and coherent rather than collapsing into a whimpering mess instantly.

"o-of course! And... thank you, someone very generous helped me get to this point... Someone who looks even cuter than they did beforehand, even."

Grace takes a moment to recover, before adopting a slightly more serious expression, guiding Helena toward the shrine as she explains.

"So... It's not a complex ritual exactly, not on your end. I don't recommend doing this dressed, it won't do your clothing any favors. You're going to... ingest this bit of crystal. How, and with what orifice, doesn't matter."

She raises a knowing eyebrow.

"Then you're just going to lie back on the altar and relax. A trance should overtake you at that point... and then you get to meet a Goddess. Only briefly, and tell me which one once you awaken. Bytania will feel... warm and soft. If you take her gift, you'll probably get your chest back and then some, and start lactating. I doubt you'll get her but I could be wrong."

She sighs before continuing.

"What's much more likely is that you'll meet Veracon. She's... intense. She'll feel hot, inquisitive, and maybe a little judgemental. Her gifts are what I think you'll end up with. Often she'll make you stronger, a lot stronger in fact. Sometimes faster, sometimes she'll hone your mind."

She glances down at Helena's crotch for a moment and grins a little.

"You mentioned potentially getting... a 'big dick'? She's your best shot at that. Though no matter what you get... you'll only get one conscious choice. Yes, or No. No, and you'll wake up unchanged. Yes... and that's where the fun begins."

As the pair reach the threshold of the shrine, Helena is ushered into the back room, containing a pair of unlit braziers at the edges and a two by one and a half meter stone table. A small skylight permits the sun to illuminate the space.

"Now, I have just a little prep work to do out here. I reccomend disrobing but... up to you. Let me know when you're ready my Lady."

She steals a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the room, still audible in the next as she makes her preparations.

[progestereon]

Helena lets out a long, dreamy sigh as she watches Grace exit, her eyes staying put on the door for multiple moments after she's gone. Slowly, she slips her clothing off. She relishes the feeling of the cloth, soft and flowing, brushing against her skin as she starts to go nude. Nude. Before she handed off her size to Grace, being naked was a rarity, forced from extreme circumstance, but now she can walk around the shrine with no clothes whatsoever daily. She gently gropes her chest as she sets herself on the alter, the small mounds jiggling under her grasp. Well, small to her. They're likely between DD and G cups, which she's pretty sure is at least above average, but she doesn't have much experience with boobs smaller than buildings, so she wouldn't know. Her panties finally hit the floor with a fwumph, finally marking the end of her undressing.

"I'm ready!!!"

[cultivar-corin]

It's not long until Grace re-enters, a familiar wooden box clutched in her hands. Each step is practiced and deliberate, as this is a ritual she has performed many times before. She does, however, pause for a second upon seeing Helena, smiling.

"I don't think I would ever get tired of that sight my Lady. It's almost a shame I'll never get this one specifically again... but I'm sure I'll love the result just as much."

Her pace picks up as she approaches the Altar, and gently presses Helena's back onto it, leaving most of her assets skyward for anyone to see. Grace then takes a step back, and reverently removes the radiant gem from its box.

The light fills the room, almost blinding. The sheer magical potential of a full third of Helena's original mass only barely contained in its molecular matrix, but vanishes just as quickly as Grace deliberately slips the perfectly smooth crystal into her Lady's glistening pussy.

The last thing Helena saw before falling under was Grace's mischievous grin at her yelp-or was it a moan?- of surprise.

An inky void stretched in every direction, empty and desolate... for all of about five seconds. The promised warmth and softness that could only have been Bytania's attention followed, then passed just as swiftly. Fire took its place. Though physically nobody was standing there, Helena could swear she felt Veracon looking over her shoulder, then into her mind.

Memories were inspected, surface thoughts appraised. The Goddess rifled through everything that made Helena who she was like a deck of playing cards, the heat of Veracons presence was almost unbearable. Just before the feeling turned from discomfort to pain, it receded, and in it's place... was Her. It was like staring into a mirror, Helena gazed deep into her own eyes for a moment before the shifting began.

She grew about a foot taller, and all across her body her muscles gained some definition... though still far from grotesque. Her face was mostly unchanged, though her eyes had a brighter inner light than before and her hair was slightly longer. To her surprise, her breasts didn't get any bigger, though her shaft did. Forty-six inches of steel-hard gock hung between her newly toned legs, though it impossibly softened back to its original, controllable four.

The numerical attributes of the changes imprinted themselves in her mind, in the same familiar scale she had seen her whole life. Overall, she would be about 50% stronger, and tougher. Her mind saw fewer changes overall, her ability to recall information improved a tad.

Her luck increased by a singular, solitary point. She got the feeling Veracon saw her as already being incredibly lucky.

It was the imbued enchantments that made things interesting.

The first was called Integrator, and it was... intriguing. In short, she could "harvest" maximum size from someone else, either in height, bust, "length"... any metric she wanted. They would eventually grow back to their normal, and she would be forbidden from harvesting from them again. That size could then be applied to herself in anyway she wanted... and retracted at will. Never spent, harvesting just increased her maximum.

The second was called Potential, and it was simple. The more "size" she has stored, the more powerful she would be. Granted, exhibiting it in the real world caused her to lose the buff, it only tracked what was stored.

The fire burned steadily behind her, awaiting a verdict.

[progestereon]

"Oh!!! That's- That's neat! I'm not sure what I was really expecting, but it wasn't this, ahaha. I wonder if You can hear me or if this is just, like, a display sort of thing... If you can, thank You! Ah, I almost forgot to accept! Do I just have to, like, say YES?"

She jolts awake on the altar, the warmth still tingling in her body as she slowly sits up, looking towards Grace with sparkling eyes and a smile.

"So... Do you like it?"

[cultivar-corin]

"I'm glad you seem to like it... though it hasn't happened just yet out here silly!"

"The initial growth-spurt is about to start... and whatever happens, I'm here for you my Lady. Whatever support you need.... or desire... It's yours." Her voice turns sultry at the end, her offer is genuine though she's clearly expecting this next part to be fun for both of you.

"If my timing is right, it should hit you in about three.... two..."

Helena can't quite hear her last word as the magic finishes its own preparations, and her entire body erupts with pleasure and stimulus as the changed begin.

[progestereon]

"Oooh, wooowwww... Is it sssupposed to feel this... gooood...? I feel so... strong, ahaha... Goodness, I wonder what my stats are gonna look like... Do- Do you want to feel? I haven't done much with transformations before, so I don't know if it's s- safe. Woww..."

She starts to shuffle towards you, her cock throbbing between her thighs, growing with every pulse that barrels down its length and every spurt of precum from its tip. You can see the sweat dripping from her skin as she grows, taller, longer, and stronger, though the muscles strengthening under her smooth, soft skin is less visible.

[cultivar-corin]

"Oh my Lady, it normally does... It might go on for a few minutes, or a couple hours. It's pretty random like that.. but I want us both to enjoy every moment."

Grace gently presses Helena back into lying down, on the floor this time rather than the altar. It becomes abundantly clear to Helena that she had stripped during the trance -save for the containment breastplate covering her building sized tits-, as her skin faintly glistens... especially right between her thighs. The sight leaves Helena's throbbing cock almost painfully hard as it continues to lengthen.

"It looks like you're getting a bit taller, so don't go anywhere just yet... your balance will be off. Just relax... and let your loyal retainer do her thing."

She steps over Helena's now nine-inch piece of steel and slowly lowers herself onto it, savoring every inch with a drawn out moan as it disappears into her waiting hole. The tip pokes a noticeable bulge out in her belly. She's tight as a vice as she begins to move. Her hands, frustrated with the lack of access to her own chest, grasp and grope Helena's continuously.

[progestereon]

"C- Carefullll! I'm- Mnhn. I don't get a lot of stimulation, um, down there, so I'm... sensitive..."

Grace can tell, given how much pre Helena's gushing out. It's like it's coming out by the gallon, sloshing inside her and already leaving her feeling full. The way Helena squirms under her is adorable, writhing in pleasure as her brain more or less melts. She can feel her balls rumbling and churning behind both of them, growing bigger, and fuller, and hotter. A few moments pass, her cock throbbing and twitching with love as she starts to settle down.

"I- I'm k- kinda closeee. I hope it- it helped my stamina too... I don't wanna have to wait to fuck you more..."

[cultivar-corin]

"oh don't- pant - worry about that... my Lady... Veracon doesn't give out a rod like this without -hrng- some... some stamina. You'll cum, and cum, and cum again if I can keep- keep this up!"

Every word comes out shaky, between breaths. She's just as determined to make her Lady lose herself to over stimulation as she was during the donation, though her success remains to be seen.

Helena's growth hasn't stopped, and Grace is continuing to bounce on what is now a solid twelve inches of glorious gock. The bulge in her stomach has evolved into a full on bloat as she tries desperately to retain as much pre as possible.

"Say ah... how- how big did Veracon intend to make you?"

[progestereon]

"Um, I- I think it was, um... Three feet, maybe? No, more than th- that. Four? Four-ish feet? You feel rrreeally good... I... I'm g- gonna... CUMMNING!!!"

Her hands find their footing on Grace's hips as she starts to buck upwards into her hole, her hips hitting with a plap as she thrusts. Faster and faster, harder and harder, all while she grows bigger, longer, and even hornier, all building up to one moment.

Her heavy, full balls clench. Her shaft stiffens further, a jolt of growth running up its length. She cums. A flood of warmth filling Grace's core as gallons are pumped into her, spurt after spurt spilling from Helena's cock as her tummy swells with sloshing semen, thick and hot inside her. Well over a dozen gallons fill her gut. Helena is still hard. Harder than before, even.

[cultivar-corin]

After about thirty seconds of cumming, panting, and slowly pulling herself back together, Grace recovers enough of her faculties for her signature grin to resurface.

"Oh Goddess yes, this is EXACLTY what I was hoping for..."

She rubs her burgeoning belly provocatively, before slowly, deliberately sliding off her Lady's cock -which is now about eighteen inches from base to tip- maintaining her tightness the whole way and extracting another gallon of pre as she goes.

"Now then... at this rate I'll fill the whole room... and as sexy as that sounds, I'd rather not have to rebuild this place... so why don't we take it outside, again?"

Helena's height has, at this point, stabilized, now standing a good six inches over the top of Grace's head. Though Grace's own instability as she struggles to stand upright with her sloshing belly probably isn't helping her out. She grabs Helena's still lengthening rod behind her, and leads her out the door by the tip of her penis, uncaring of the flood of pre covering her hand.

"Now then my Lady... it sounds like you have a long ways to grow. Do whatever you want, just pump this belly until I'd need TWO of these to move!"

She taps her borrowed breastplate for emphasis, then clumsily strikes a pose as she waits for her Lady to decide her fate.

[edensfw7881]

*leaves a bottle marked "boob filler" on the counter, full of white liquid*

*I walk into the room and notice the bottle.* *I spend a moment glancing left* *then glancing right* *...before disappearing with surprisingly cartoony speed.* *Then, a vaguely eden-coloured blur appears in front of the bottle* *The blur and the bottle vanish simultaneously* *The bottle reappears 2 seconds later, mysteriously emptied.*

[cultivar-corin]

*walks back into the room I left it, noticing the conspicuously empty empty bottle*

sigh

you know the dosage for that is measured by the microgram, right?!

*I attempt to walk into the next room, only to be blocked by a nipple blocking the entire door. *

[progestereon]

Picking up (roughly) where she left off with Helena, after a few delightful weeks the two of them have manged to regain mutual mobility. This morning, Grace approaches her partner with a familiar small, ornate wooden box.

"I've been meaning to do this with you for a few weeks now... It's an opportunity of a kind. Something that will help you advance. You keep talking about levels, classes, and quests... stuff like that... This would be a... oh what would you call it... an Ancestry upgrade? Evolution? something like that."

"It's a local ritual, we call it Commencement. Starting down the path to Ascension. It's not as grandiose as it really sounds, the idea is that you'll be reshaped over time into the form that would make you happiest -whatever that may be -. I don't think they'll give you something literally world shaking, they're rather attatched to this place after all. But I think it's worth a try. It's how I got most of my Charming good looks."

"Oh? That sounds lovely! I mean, I'm not really sure what form I'd like the most, but if you think it's a good idea, I'd love to! I wonder how I'd end up... Maybe I'd get boobs even bigger than they were before the, um... 'transfer'... Maybe I'll stay flat but get a big dick and butt? That could be cool, hehehe! I guess I'll find out!!!"

Helena quickly and lovingly hugs Grace, careful not to put too much pressure on her chest, knowing how sensitive compressed tits are. Her kisses pepper Grace's neck, up and down the soft skin as she runs her hands along her arm.

"You look even more beautiful than usual today, by the way."

[butwhatifitwasbigger]

She laughs while trying not to show how much stimulation she got out of that hug, she's been getting used to it for a few weeks, so she at least can stay both standing and coherent rather than collapsing into a whimpering mess instantly.

"o-of course! And... thank you, someone very generous helped me get to this point... Someone who looks even cuter than they did beforehand, even."

Grace takes a moment to recover, before adopting a slightly more serious expression, guiding Helena toward the shrine as she explains.

"So... It's not a complex ritual exactly, not on your end. I don't recommend doing this dressed, it won't do your clothing any favors. You're going to... ingest this bit of crystal. How, and with what orifice, doesn't matter."

She raises a knowing eyebrow.

"Then you're just going to lie back on the altar and relax. A trance should overtake you at that point... and then you get to meet a Goddess. Only briefly, and tell me which one once you awaken. Bytania will feel... warm and soft. If you take her gift, you'll probably get your chest back and then some, and start lactating. I doubt you'll get her but I could be wrong."

She sighs before continuing.

"What's much more likely is that you'll meet Veracon. She's... intense. She'll feel hot, inquisitive, and maybe a little judgemental. Her gifts are what I think you'll end up with. Often she'll make you stronger, a lot stronger in fact. Sometimes faster, sometimes she'll hone your mind."

She glances down at Helena's crotch for a moment and grins a little.

"You mentioned potentially getting... a 'big dick'? She's your best shot at that. Though no matter what you get... you'll only get one conscious choice. Yes, or No. No, and you'll wake up unchanged. Yes... and that's where the fun begins."

As the pair reach the threshold of the shrine, Helena is ushered into the back room, containing a pair of unlit braziers at the edges and a two by one and a half meter stone table. A small skylight permits the sun to illuminate the space.

"Now, I have just a little prep work to do out here. I reccomend disrobing but... up to you. Let me know when you're ready my Lady."

She steals a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the room, still audible in the next as she makes her preparations.

[progestereon]

Helena lets out a long, dreamy sigh as she watches Grace exit, her eyes staying put on the door for multiple moments after she's gone. Slowly, she slips her clothing off. She relishes the feeling of the cloth, soft and flowing, brushing against her skin as she starts to go nude. Nude. Before she handed off her size to Grace, being naked was a rarity, forced from extreme circumstance, but now she can walk around the shrine with no clothes whatsoever daily. She gently gropes her chest as she sets herself on the alter, the small mounds jiggling under her grasp. Well, small to her. They're likely between DD and G cups, which she's pretty sure is at least above average, but she doesn't have much experience with boobs smaller than buildings, so she wouldn't know. Her panties finally hit the floor with a fwumph, finally marking the end of her undressing.

"I'm ready!!!"

[cultivar-corin]

It's not long until Grace re-enters, a familiar wooden box clutched in her hands. Each step is practiced and deliberate, as this is a ritual she has performed many times before. She does, however, pause for a second upon seeing Helena, smiling.

"I don't think I would ever get tired of that sight my Lady. It's almost a shame I'll never get this one specifically again... but I'm sure I'll love the result just as much."

Her pace picks up as she approaches the Altar, and gently presses Helena's back onto it, leaving most of her assets skyward for anyone to see. Grace then takes a step back, and reverently removes the radiant gem from its box.

The light fills the room, almost blinding. The sheer magical potential of a full third of Helena's original mass only barely contained in its molecular matrix, but vanishes just as quickly as Grace deliberately slips the perfectly smooth crystal into her Lady's glistening pussy.

The last thing Helena saw before falling under was Grace's mischievous grin at her yelp-or was it a moan?- of surprise.

An inky void stretched in every direction, empty and desolate... for all of about five seconds. The promised warmth and softness that could only have been Bytania's attention followed, then passed just as swiftly. Fire took its place. Though physically nobody was standing there, Helena could swear she felt Veracon looking over her shoulder, then into her mind.

Memories were inspected, surface thoughts appraised. The Goddess rifled through everything that made Helena who she was like a deck of playing cards, the heat of Veracons presence was almost unbearable. Just before the feeling turned from discomfort to pain, it receded, and in it's place... was Her. It was like staring into a mirror, Helena gazed deep into her own eyes for a moment before the shifting began.

She grew about a foot taller, and all across her body her muscles gained some definition... though still far from grotesque. Her face was mostly unchanged, though her eyes had a brighter inner light than before and her hair was slightly longer. To her surprise, her breasts didn't get any bigger, though her shaft did. Forty-six inches of steel-hard gock hung between her newly toned legs, though it impossibly softened back to its original, controllable four.

The numerical attributes of the changes imprinted themselves in her mind, in the same familiar scale she had seen her whole life. Overall, she would be about 50% stronger, and tougher. Her mind saw fewer changes overall, her ability to recall information improved a tad.

Her luck increased by a singular, solitary point. She got the feeling Veracon saw her as already being incredibly lucky.

It was the imbued enchantments that made things interesting.

The first was called Integrator, and it was... intriguing. In short, she could "harvest" maximum size from someone else, either in height, bust, "length"... any metric she wanted. They would eventually grow back to their normal, and she would be forbidden from harvesting from them again. That size could then be applied to herself in anyway she wanted... and retracted at will. Never spent, harvesting just increased her maximum.

The second was called Potential, and it was simple. The more "size" she has stored, the more powerful she would be. Granted, exhibiting it in the real world caused her to lose the buff, it only tracked what was stored.

The fire burned steadily behind her, awaiting a verdict.

[progestereon]

"Oh!!! That's- That's neat! I'm not sure what I was really expecting, but it wasn't this, ahaha. I wonder if You can hear me or if this is just, like, a display sort of thing... If you can, thank You! Ah, I almost forgot to accept! Do I just have to, like, say YES?"

She jolts awake on the altar, the warmth still tingling in her body as she slowly sits up, looking towards Grace with sparkling eyes and a smile.

"So... Do you like it?"

[cultivar-corin]

"I'm glad you seem to like it... though it hasn't happened just yet out here silly!"

"The initial growth-spurt is about to start... and whatever happens, I'm here for you my Lady. Whatever support you need.... or desire... It's yours." Her voice turns sultry at the end, her offer is genuine though she's clearly expecting this next part to be fun for both of you.

"If my timing is right, it should hit you in about three.... two..."

Helena can't quite hear her last word as the magic finishes its own preparations, and her entire body erupts with pleasure and stimulus as the changed begin.

[progestereon]

"Oooh, wooowwww... Is it sssupposed to feel this... gooood...? I feel so... strong, ahaha... Goodness, I wonder what my stats are gonna look like... Do- Do you want to feel? I haven't done much with transformations before, so I don't know if it's s- safe. Woww..."

She starts to shuffle towards you, her cock throbbing between her thighs, growing with every pulse that barrels down its length and every spurt of precum from its tip. You can see the sweat dripping from her skin as she grows, taller, longer, and stronger, though the muscles strengthening under her smooth, soft skin is less visible.

[cultivar-corin]

"Oh my Lady, it normally does... It might go on for a few minutes, or a couple hours. It's pretty random like that.. but I want us both to enjoy every moment."

Grace gently presses Helena back into lying down, on the floor this time rather than the altar. It becomes abundantly clear to Helena that she had stripped during the trance -save for the containment breastplate covering her building sized tits-, as her skin faintly glistens... especially right between her thighs. The sight leaves Helena's throbbing cock almost painfully hard as it continues to lengthen.

"It looks like you're getting a bit taller, so don't go anywhere just yet... your balance will be off. Just relax... and let your loyal retainer do her thing."

She steps over Helena's now nine-inch piece of steel and slowly lowers herself onto it, savoring every inch with a drawn out moan as it disappears into her waiting hole. The tip pokes a noticeable bulge out in her belly. She's tight as a vice as she begins to move. Her hands, frustrated with the lack of access to her own chest, grasp and grope Helena's continuously.

[progestereon]

"C- Carefullll! I'm- Mnhn. I don't get a lot of stimulation, um, down there, so I'm... sensitive..."

Grace can tell, given how much pre Helena's gushing out. It's like it's coming out by the gallon, sloshing inside her and already leaving her feeling full. The way Helena squirms under her is adorable, writhing in pleasure as her brain more or less melts. She can feel her balls rumbling and churning behind both of them, growing bigger, and fuller, and hotter. A few moments pass, her cock throbbing and twitching with love as she starts to settle down.

"I- I'm k- kinda closeee. I hope it- it helped my stamina too... I don't wanna have to wait to fuck you more..."

[cultivar-corin]

"oh don't- pant - worry about that... my Lady... Veracon doesn't give out a rod like this without -hrng- some... some stamina. You'll cum, and cum, and cum again if I can keep- keep this up!"

Every word comes out shaky, between breaths. She's just as determined to make her Lady lose herself to over stimulation as she was during the donation, though her success remains to be seen.

Helena's growth hasn't stopped, and Grace is continuing to bounce on what is now a solid twelve inches of glorious gock. The bulge in her stomach has evolved into a full on bloat as she tries desperately to retain as much pre as possible.

"Say ah... how- how big did Veracon intend to make you?"

[progestereon]

Picking up (roughly) where she left off with Helena, after a few delightful weeks the two of them have manged to regain mutual mobility. This morning, Grace approaches her partner with a familiar small, ornate wooden box.

"I've been meaning to do this with you for a few weeks now... It's an opportunity of a kind. Something that will help you advance. You keep talking about levels, classes, and quests... stuff like that... This would be a... oh what would you call it... an Ancestry upgrade? Evolution? something like that."

"It's a local ritual, we call it Commencement. Starting down the path to Ascension. It's not as grandiose as it really sounds, the idea is that you'll be reshaped over time into the form that would make you happiest -whatever that may be -. I don't think they'll give you something literally world shaking, they're rather attatched to this place after all. But I think it's worth a try. It's how I got most of my Charming good looks."

"Oh? That sounds lovely! I mean, I'm not really sure what form I'd like the most, but if you think it's a good idea, I'd love to! I wonder how I'd end up... Maybe I'd get boobs even bigger than they were before the, um... 'transfer'... Maybe I'll stay flat but get a big dick and butt? That could be cool, hehehe! I guess I'll find out!!!"

Helena quickly and lovingly hugs Grace, careful not to put too much pressure on her chest, knowing how sensitive compressed tits are. Her kisses pepper Grace's neck, up and down the soft skin as she runs her hands along her arm.

"You look even more beautiful than usual today, by the way."

[butwhatifitwasbigger]

She laughs while trying not to show how much stimulation she got out of that hug, she's been getting used to it for a few weeks, so she at least can stay both standing and coherent rather than collapsing into a whimpering mess instantly.

"o-of course! And... thank you, someone very generous helped me get to this point... Someone who looks even cuter than they did beforehand, even."

Grace takes a moment to recover, before adopting a slightly more serious expression, guiding Helena toward the shrine as she explains.

"So... It's not a complex ritual exactly, not on your end. I don't recommend doing this dressed, it won't do your clothing any favors. You're going to... ingest this bit of crystal. How, and with what orifice, doesn't matter."

She raises a knowing eyebrow.

"Then you're just going to lie back on the altar and relax. A trance should overtake you at that point... and then you get to meet a Goddess. Only briefly, and tell me which one once you awaken. Bytania will feel... warm and soft. If you take her gift, you'll probably get your chest back and then some, and start lactating. I doubt you'll get her but I could be wrong."

She sighs before continuing.

"What's much more likely is that you'll meet Veracon. She's... intense. She'll feel hot, inquisitive, and maybe a little judgemental. Her gifts are what I think you'll end up with. Often she'll make you stronger, a lot stronger in fact. Sometimes faster, sometimes she'll hone your mind."

She glances down at Helena's crotch for a moment and grins a little.

"You mentioned potentially getting... a 'big dick'? She's your best shot at that. Though no matter what you get... you'll only get one conscious choice. Yes, or No. No, and you'll wake up unchanged. Yes... and that's where the fun begins."

As the pair reach the threshold of the shrine, Helena is ushered into the back room, containing a pair of unlit braziers at the edges and a two by one and a half meter stone table. A small skylight permits the sun to illuminate the space.

"Now, I have just a little prep work to do out here. I reccomend disrobing but... up to you. Let me know when you're ready my Lady."

She steals a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the room, still audible in the next as she makes her preparations.

[progestereon]

Helena lets out a long, dreamy sigh as she watches Grace exit, her eyes staying put on the door for multiple moments after she's gone. Slowly, she slips her clothing off. She relishes the feeling of the cloth, soft and flowing, brushing against her skin as she starts to go nude. Nude. Before she handed off her size to Grace, being naked was a rarity, forced from extreme circumstance, but now she can walk around the shrine with no clothes whatsoever daily. She gently gropes her chest as she sets herself on the alter, the small mounds jiggling under her grasp. Well, small to her. They're likely between DD and G cups, which she's pretty sure is at least above average, but she doesn't have much experience with boobs smaller than buildings, so she wouldn't know. Her panties finally hit the floor with a fwumph, finally marking the end of her undressing.

"I'm ready!!!"

[cultivar-corin]

It's not long until Grace re-enters, a familiar wooden box clutched in her hands. Each step is practiced and deliberate, as this is a ritual she has performed many times before. She does, however, pause for a second upon seeing Helena, smiling.

"I don't think I would ever get tired of that sight my Lady. It's almost a shame I'll never get this one specifically again... but I'm sure I'll love the result just as much."

Her pace picks up as she approaches the Altar, and gently presses Helena's back onto it, leaving most of her assets skyward for anyone to see. Grace then takes a step back, and reverently removes the radiant gem from its box.

The light fills the room, almost blinding. The sheer magical potential of a full third of Helena's original mass only barely contained in its molecular matrix, but vanishes just as quickly as Grace deliberately slips the perfectly smooth crystal into her Lady's glistening pussy.

The last thing Helena saw before falling under was Grace's mischievous grin at her yelp-or was it a moan?- of surprise.

An inky void stretched in every direction, empty and desolate... for all of about five seconds. The promised warmth and softness that could only have been Bytania's attention followed, then passed just as swiftly. Fire took its place. Though physically nobody was standing there, Helena could swear she felt Veracon looking over her shoulder, then into her mind.

Memories were inspected, surface thoughts appraised. The Goddess rifled through everything that made Helena who she was like a deck of playing cards, the heat of Veracons presence was almost unbearable. Just before the feeling turned from discomfort to pain, it receded, and in it's place... was Her. It was like staring into a mirror, Helena gazed deep into her own eyes for a moment before the shifting began.

She grew about a foot taller, and all across her body her muscles gained some definition... though still far from grotesque. Her face was mostly unchanged, though her eyes had a brighter inner light than before and her hair was slightly longer. To her surprise, her breasts didn't get any bigger, though her shaft did. Forty-six inches of steel-hard gock hung between her newly toned legs, though it impossibly softened back to its original, controllable four.

The numerical attributes of the changes imprinted themselves in her mind, in the same familiar scale she had seen her whole life. Overall, she would be about 50% stronger, and tougher. Her mind saw fewer changes overall, her ability to recall information improved a tad.

Her luck increased by a singular, solitary point. She got the feeling Veracon saw her as already being incredibly lucky.

It was the imbued enchantments that made things interesting.

The first was called Integrator, and it was... intriguing. In short, she could "harvest" maximum size from someone else, either in height, bust, "length"... any metric she wanted. They would eventually grow back to their normal, and she would be forbidden from harvesting from them again. That size could then be applied to herself in anyway she wanted... and retracted at will. Never spent, harvesting just increased her maximum.

The second was called Potential, and it was simple. The more "size" she has stored, the more powerful she would be. Granted, exhibiting it in the real world caused her to lose the buff, it only tracked what was stored.

The fire burned steadily behind her, awaiting a verdict.

[progestereon]

"Oh!!! That's- That's neat! I'm not sure what I was really expecting, but it wasn't this, ahaha. I wonder if You can hear me or if this is just, like, a display sort of thing... If you can, thank You! Ah, I almost forgot to accept! Do I just have to, like, say YES?"

She jolts awake on the altar, the warmth still tingling in her body as she slowly sits up, looking towards Grace with sparkling eyes and a smile.

"So... Do you like it?"

[cultivar-corin]

"I'm glad you seem to like it... though it hasn't happened just yet out here silly!"

"The initial growth-spurt is about to start... and whatever happens, I'm here for you my Lady. Whatever support you need.... or desire... It's yours." Her voice turns sultry at the end, her offer is genuine though she's clearly expecting this next part to be fun for both of you.

"If my timing is right, it should hit you in about three.... two..."

Helena can't quite hear her last word as the magic finishes its own preparations, and her entire body erupts with pleasure and stimulus as the changed begin.

[progestereon]

"Oooh, wooowwww... Is it sssupposed to feel this... gooood...? I feel so... strong, ahaha... Goodness, I wonder what my stats are gonna look like... Do- Do you want to feel? I haven't done much with transformations before, so I don't know if it's s- safe. Woww..."

She starts to shuffle towards you, her cock throbbing between her thighs, growing with every pulse that barrels down its length and every spurt of precum from its tip. You can see the sweat dripping from her skin as she grows, taller, longer, and stronger, though the muscles strengthening under her smooth, soft skin is less visible.

[cultivar-corin]

"Oh my Lady, it normally does... It might go on for a few minutes, or a couple hours. It's pretty random like that.. but I want us both to enjoy every moment."

Grace gently presses Helena back into lying down, on the floor this time rather than the altar. It becomes abundantly clear to Helena that she had stripped during the trance -save for the containment breastplate covering her building sized tits-, as her skin faintly glistens... especially right between her thighs. The sight leaves Helena's throbbing cock almost painfully hard as it continues to lengthen.

"It looks like you're getting a bit taller, so don't go anywhere just yet... your balance will be off. Just relax... and let your loyal retainer do her thing."

She steps over Helena's now nine-inch piece of steel and slowly lowers herself onto it, savoring every inch with a drawn out moan as it disappears into her waiting hole. The tip pokes a noticeable bulge out in her belly. She's tight as a vice as she begins to move. Her hands, frustrated with the lack of access to her own chest, grasp and grope Helena's continuously.

[progestereon]

Picking up (roughly) where she left off with Helena, after a few delightful weeks the two of them have manged to regain mutual mobility. This morning, Grace approaches her partner with a familiar small, ornate wooden box.

"I've been meaning to do this with you for a few weeks now... It's an opportunity of a kind. Something that will help you advance. You keep talking about levels, classes, and quests... stuff like that... This would be a... oh what would you call it... an Ancestry upgrade? Evolution? something like that."

"It's a local ritual, we call it Commencement. Starting down the path to Ascension. It's not as grandiose as it really sounds, the idea is that you'll be reshaped over time into the form that would make you happiest -whatever that may be -. I don't think they'll give you something literally world shaking, they're rather attatched to this place after all. But I think it's worth a try. It's how I got most of my Charming good looks."

"Oh? That sounds lovely! I mean, I'm not really sure what form I'd like the most, but if you think it's a good idea, I'd love to! I wonder how I'd end up... Maybe I'd get boobs even bigger than they were before the, um... 'transfer'... Maybe I'll stay flat but get a big dick and butt? That could be cool, hehehe! I guess I'll find out!!!"

Helena quickly and lovingly hugs Grace, careful not to put too much pressure on her chest, knowing how sensitive compressed tits are. Her kisses pepper Grace's neck, up and down the soft skin as she runs her hands along her arm.

"You look even more beautiful than usual today, by the way."

[butwhatifitwasbigger]

She laughs while trying not to show how much stimulation she got out of that hug, she's been getting used to it for a few weeks, so she at least can stay both standing and coherent rather than collapsing into a whimpering mess instantly.

"o-of course! And... thank you, someone very generous helped me get to this point... Someone who looks even cuter than they did beforehand, even."

Grace takes a moment to recover, before adopting a slightly more serious expression, guiding Helena toward the shrine as she explains.

"So... It's not a complex ritual exactly, not on your end. I don't recommend doing this dressed, it won't do your clothing any favors. You're going to... ingest this bit of crystal. How, and with what orifice, doesn't matter."

She raises a knowing eyebrow.

"Then you're just going to lie back on the altar and relax. A trance should overtake you at that point... and then you get to meet a Goddess. Only briefly, and tell me which one once you awaken. Bytania will feel... warm and soft. If you take her gift, you'll probably get your chest back and then some, and start lactating. I doubt you'll get her but I could be wrong."

She sighs before continuing.

"What's much more likely is that you'll meet Veracon. She's... intense. She'll feel hot, inquisitive, and maybe a little judgemental. Her gifts are what I think you'll end up with. Often she'll make you stronger, a lot stronger in fact. Sometimes faster, sometimes she'll hone your mind."

She glances down at Helena's crotch for a moment and grins a little.

"You mentioned potentially getting... a 'big dick'? She's your best shot at that. Though no matter what you get... you'll only get one conscious choice. Yes, or No. No, and you'll wake up unchanged. Yes... and that's where the fun begins."

As the pair reach the threshold of the shrine, Helena is ushered into the back room, containing a pair of unlit braziers at the edges and a two by one and a half meter stone table. A small skylight permits the sun to illuminate the space.

"Now, I have just a little prep work to do out here. I reccomend disrobing but... up to you. Let me know when you're ready my Lady."

She steals a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the room, still audible in the next as she makes her preparations.

[progestereon]

Helena lets out a long, dreamy sigh as she watches Grace exit, her eyes staying put on the door for multiple moments after she's gone. Slowly, she slips her clothing off. She relishes the feeling of the cloth, soft and flowing, brushing against her skin as she starts to go nude. Nude. Before she handed off her size to Grace, being naked was a rarity, forced from extreme circumstance, but now she can walk around the shrine with no clothes whatsoever daily. She gently gropes her chest as she sets herself on the alter, the small mounds jiggling under her grasp. Well, small to her. They're likely between DD and G cups, which she's pretty sure is at least above average, but she doesn't have much experience with boobs smaller than buildings, so she wouldn't know. Her panties finally hit the floor with a fwumph, finally marking the end of her undressing.

"I'm ready!!!"

[cultivar-corin]

It's not long until Grace re-enters, a familiar wooden box clutched in her hands. Each step is practiced and deliberate, as this is a ritual she has performed many times before. She does, however, pause for a second upon seeing Helena, smiling.

"I don't think I would ever get tired of that sight my Lady. It's almost a shame I'll never get this one specifically again... but I'm sure I'll love the result just as much."

Her pace picks up as she approaches the Altar, and gently presses Helena's back onto it, leaving most of her assets skyward for anyone to see. Grace then takes a step back, and reverently removes the radiant gem from its box.

The light fills the room, almost blinding. The sheer magical potential of a full third of Helena's original mass only barely contained in its molecular matrix, but vanishes just as quickly as Grace deliberately slips the perfectly smooth crystal into her Lady's glistening pussy.

The last thing Helena saw before falling under was Grace's mischievous grin at her yelp-or was it a moan?- of surprise.

An inky void stretched in every direction, empty and desolate... for all of about five seconds. The promised warmth and softness that could only have been Bytania's attention followed, then passed just as swiftly. Fire took its place. Though physically nobody was standing there, Helena could swear she felt Veracon looking over her shoulder, then into her mind.

Memories were inspected, surface thoughts appraised. The Goddess rifled through everything that made Helena who she was like a deck of playing cards, the heat of Veracons presence was almost unbearable. Just before the feeling turned from discomfort to pain, it receded, and in it's place... was Her. It was like staring into a mirror, Helena gazed deep into her own eyes for a moment before the shifting began.

She grew about a foot taller, and all across her body her muscles gained some definition... though still far from grotesque. Her face was mostly unchanged, though her eyes had a brighter inner light than before and her hair was slightly longer. To her surprise, her breasts didn't get any bigger, though her shaft did. Forty-six inches of steel-hard gock hung between her newly toned legs, though it impossibly softened back to its original, controllable four.

The numerical attributes of the changes imprinted themselves in her mind, in the same familiar scale she had seen her whole life. Overall, she would be about 50% stronger, and tougher. Her mind saw fewer changes overall, her ability to recall information improved a tad.

Her luck increased by a singular, solitary point. She got the feeling Veracon saw her as already being incredibly lucky.

It was the imbued enchantments that made things interesting.

The first was called Integrator, and it was... intriguing. In short, she could "harvest" maximum size from someone else, either in height, bust, "length"... any metric she wanted. They would eventually grow back to their normal, and she would be forbidden from harvesting from them again. That size could then be applied to herself in anyway she wanted... and retracted at will. Never spent, harvesting just increased her maximum.

The second was called Potential, and it was simple. The more "size" she has stored, the more powerful she would be. Granted, exhibiting it in the real world caused her to lose the buff, it only tracked what was stored.

The fire burned steadily behind her, awaiting a verdict.

[progestereon]

"Oh!!! That's- That's neat! I'm not sure what I was really expecting, but it wasn't this, ahaha. I wonder if You can hear me or if this is just, like, a display sort of thing... If you can, thank You! Ah, I almost forgot to accept! Do I just have to, like, say YES?"

She jolts awake on the altar, the warmth still tingling in her body as she slowly sits up, looking towards Grace with sparkling eyes and a smile.

"So... Do you like it?"

[cultivar-corin]

"I'm glad you seem to like it... though it hasn't happened just yet out here silly!"

"The initial growth-spurt is about to start... and whatever happens, I'm here for you my Lady. Whatever support you need.... or desire... It's yours." Her voice turns sultry at the end, her offer is genuine though she's clearly expecting this next part to be fun for both of you.

"If my timing is right, it should hit you in about three.... two..."

Helena can't quite hear her last word as the magic finishes its own preparations, and her entire body erupts with pleasure and stimulus as the changed begin.

[progestereon]

Picking up (roughly) where she left off with Helena, after a few delightful weeks the two of them have manged to regain mutual mobility. This morning, Grace approaches her partner with a familiar small, ornate wooden box.

"I've been meaning to do this with you for a few weeks now... It's an opportunity of a kind. Something that will help you advance. You keep talking about levels, classes, and quests... stuff like that... This would be a... oh what would you call it... an Ancestry upgrade? Evolution? something like that."

"It's a local ritual, we call it Commencement. Starting down the path to Ascension. It's not as grandiose as it really sounds, the idea is that you'll be reshaped over time into the form that would make you happiest -whatever that may be -. I don't think they'll give you something literally world shaking, they're rather attatched to this place after all. But I think it's worth a try. It's how I got most of my Charming good looks."

"Oh? That sounds lovely! I mean, I'm not really sure what form I'd like the most, but if you think it's a good idea, I'd love to! I wonder how I'd end up... Maybe I'd get boobs even bigger than they were before the, um... 'transfer'... Maybe I'll stay flat but get a big dick and butt? That could be cool, hehehe! I guess I'll find out!!!"

Helena quickly and lovingly hugs Grace, careful not to put too much pressure on her chest, knowing how sensitive compressed tits are. Her kisses pepper Grace's neck, up and down the soft skin as she runs her hands along her arm.

"You look even more beautiful than usual today, by the way."

[butwhatifitwasbigger]

She laughs while trying not to show how much stimulation she got out of that hug, she's been getting used to it for a few weeks, so she at least can stay both standing and coherent rather than collapsing into a whimpering mess instantly.

"o-of course! And... thank you, someone very generous helped me get to this point... Someone who looks even cuter than they did beforehand, even."

Grace takes a moment to recover, before adopting a slightly more serious expression, guiding Helena toward the shrine as she explains.

"So... It's not a complex ritual exactly, not on your end. I don't recommend doing this dressed, it won't do your clothing any favors. You're going to... ingest this bit of crystal. How, and with what orifice, doesn't matter."

She raises a knowing eyebrow.

"Then you're just going to lie back on the altar and relax. A trance should overtake you at that point... and then you get to meet a Goddess. Only briefly, and tell me which one once you awaken. Bytania will feel... warm and soft. If you take her gift, you'll probably get your chest back and then some, and start lactating. I doubt you'll get her but I could be wrong."

She sighs before continuing.

"What's much more likely is that you'll meet Veracon. She's... intense. She'll feel hot, inquisitive, and maybe a little judgemental. Her gifts are what I think you'll end up with. Often she'll make you stronger, a lot stronger in fact. Sometimes faster, sometimes she'll hone your mind."

She glances down at Helena's crotch for a moment and grins a little.

"You mentioned potentially getting... a 'big dick'? She's your best shot at that. Though no matter what you get... you'll only get one conscious choice. Yes, or No. No, and you'll wake up unchanged. Yes... and that's where the fun begins."

As the pair reach the threshold of the shrine, Helena is ushered into the back room, containing a pair of unlit braziers at the edges and a two by one and a half meter stone table. A small skylight permits the sun to illuminate the space.

"Now, I have just a little prep work to do out here. I reccomend disrobing but... up to you. Let me know when you're ready my Lady."

She steals a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the room, still audible in the next as she makes her preparations.

[progestereon]

Helena lets out a long, dreamy sigh as she watches Grace exit, her eyes staying put on the door for multiple moments after she's gone. Slowly, she slips her clothing off. She relishes the feeling of the cloth, soft and flowing, brushing against her skin as she starts to go nude. Nude. Before she handed off her size to Grace, being naked was a rarity, forced from extreme circumstance, but now she can walk around the shrine with no clothes whatsoever daily. She gently gropes her chest as she sets herself on the alter, the small mounds jiggling under her grasp. Well, small to her. They're likely between DD and G cups, which she's pretty sure is at least above average, but she doesn't have much experience with boobs smaller than buildings, so she wouldn't know. Her panties finally hit the floor with a fwumph, finally marking the end of her undressing.

"I'm ready!!!"

[cultivar-corin]

It's not long until Grace re-enters, a familiar wooden box clutched in her hands. Each step is practiced and deliberate, as this is a ritual she has performed many times before. She does, however, pause for a second upon seeing Helena, smiling.

"I don't think I would ever get tired of that sight my Lady. It's almost a shame I'll never get this one specifically again... but I'm sure I'll love the result just as much."

Her pace picks up as she approaches the Altar, and gently presses Helena's back onto it, leaving most of her assets skyward for anyone to see. Grace then takes a step back, and reverently removes the radiant gem from its box.

The light fills the room, almost blinding. The sheer magical potential of a full third of Helena's original mass only barely contained in its molecular matrix, but vanishes just as quickly as Grace deliberately slips the perfectly smooth crystal into her Lady's glistening pussy.

The last thing Helena saw before falling under was Grace's mischievous grin at her yelp-or was it a moan?- of surprise.

An inky void stretched in every direction, empty and desolate... for all of about five seconds. The promised warmth and softness that could only have been Bytania's attention followed, then passed just as swiftly. Fire took its place. Though physically nobody was standing there, Helena could swear she felt Veracon looking over her shoulder, then into her mind.

Memories were inspected, surface thoughts appraised. The Goddess rifled through everything that made Helena who she was like a deck of playing cards, the heat of Veracons presence was almost unbearable. Just before the feeling turned from discomfort to pain, it receded, and in it's place... was Her. It was like staring into a mirror, Helena gazed deep into her own eyes for a moment before the shifting began.

She grew about a foot taller, and all across her body her muscles gained some definition... though still far from grotesque. Her face was mostly unchanged, though her eyes had a brighter inner light than before and her hair was slightly longer. To her surprise, her breasts didn't get any bigger, though her shaft did. Forty-six inches of steel-hard gock hung between her newly toned legs, though it impossibly softened back to its original, controllable four.

The numerical attributes of the changes imprinted themselves in her mind, in the same familiar scale she had seen her whole life. Overall, she would be about 50% stronger, and tougher. Her mind saw fewer changes overall, her ability to recall information improved a tad.

Her luck increased by a singular, solitary point. She got the feeling Veracon saw her as already being incredibly lucky.

It was the imbued enchantments that made things interesting.

The first was called Integrator, and it was... intriguing. In short, she could "harvest" maximum size from someone else, either in height, bust, "length"... any metric she wanted. They would eventually grow back to their normal, and she would be forbidden from harvesting from them again. That size could then be applied to herself in anyway she wanted... and retracted at will. Never spent, harvesting just increased her maximum.

The second was called Potential, and it was simple. The more "size" she has stored, the more powerful she would be. Granted, exhibiting it in the real world caused her to lose the buff, it only tracked what was stored.

The fire burned steadily behind her, awaiting a verdict.

[progestereon]

Grace dragging Helena by the ear to an armourer so she can get a proper gambeson and chainmail to wear under her breastplate

"Wearing the bare plate isn't just uncomfortable it can be downright dangerous! Did no one ever teach you how to put this stuff on properly??? Yes, yes, I know about the enchantment, we can get that transferred sweetheart."

"Noooo!!! It's my emotional support breastplate!!! It took so many quests to get it!!! I had to race against my own rack to finish the questline before I was immobilized!!! I don't wanna just stop using it! Plus, it increases stats based on breast size! That's soooo OP, I can't just get rid of it! HMMPH!"

[progestereon]

Euchar isn't quite sure how her friend convinced her to come out here.

Actually, she's VERY sure. That friend promised a low-key kind of lunch date, nothing crazy. What they neglected to mention was the place's gimmick, namely that every single one of the waitstaff was completely topless, and lactated onto the food as part of the order.

But sadly, responsibility called and pulled them away for the day, leaving Euchar alone at this table. A table she is currently valiantly trying -and barely succeeding- to contain her erection underneath.

As she turns her attention back to the food for a moment, trying to decide whether she prefers the one that tastes of strawberries or of vanilla, she hears footsteps as one of the staff approaches.

{Your choice who shows up. Existing, or force me to come up with someone new. : )}

"Hello ma'am. I have been looking over the menu and I think I am prepared to order, if you are available?"

Euchar looks the waitress up and down, tapping her nails on the wooden tabletop in an effort to disguise the rhythmic thumbs as simply her fingertips rather than her half-hard cock. She's beautiful, though her beauty isn't the most notable part of her appearance, considering the way silvery, slightly yellowish metal, probably tin if Euchar had to guess, crept across her body and glimmered beneath the establishment's lights.

"You look lovely today, if I may say. Your skin is quite clear, your hair is wonderful in the way it waves, and your eyes have a pleasant glimmer. Considering the profession you're in, you must get affection often, but I figured it wouldn't cause harm to give you one more compliment."

[cultivar-corin]

"Oh It's far from uncommon around these parts, I think I've received about sixteen compliments so far today, counting yours." She hesitates for a moment. "Granted... you've piqued my interest by going a bit further than just yelling 'Nice tits!' from across the room..."

"Can I get you anything specific then?" Her fingers twitch behind her back, following the rhythm Euchar is tapping.

Euchar has decided that yes, actually, the Vanilla is her favorite, and places her order with that syrup. As Felicia once again disappears into the kitchen, Euchar's plight is made no easier by the faint moaning of one of the other waitresses as a VIP customer suckles her directly.

Soon, much sooner than expected even, Felicia re-emerges with the promised dish, and a small metal vessel. She places both on the table with delicate care, while Euchar insistently continues her tapping.

With barely a glance toward her patron, Felicia begins gently massaging her left breast to coax out a smallish quantity of syrup, mentally keeping time on the insistent tapping. She smirks slightly when the beat hitches as Euchar gets ever so slightly harder once the delicious milk begins to fill the cup.

"Well honey, I do think you're ready for the check. My apologies, just policy." She looks directly into Euchar's eyes. "I believe you have an appointment to get to later, an accomplished duelist like yourself should take care of their body after all."

She hands off a napkin to Euchar, with an address and a time written on it. "Don't be late." By the time she looks up again, Felicia has moved on, leaving Euchar with only a small check and the less-faint-than-earlier sounds of the suckled waitress.

[progestereon]

Euchar tilts her head, not unlike a cat that doesn't quite understand what it's seeing. She straightens the napkin and stares blankly at the words on it. Her erection, half-hard, though softer than a few moments ago, continues to thump against the table's underside.

"Hm. Odd. An invitation, it seems? I wonder why she would invite me someplace. I suppose I may as well go, she seemed to be expecting me to arrive. It may be flirting... She did say something along the lines of me having piqued her interests... It would be presumptuous of me to assume such a thing, though. I will arrive, and if her intention is courtship, I'm sure that will be made clear. Probably..."

She leaves behind her fee and a not-insignificant tip as she leaves, heading home and burning time until she's ready to go. A few minutes early, she arrives at the doorstep of the address she was given. She knocks.

[cultivar-corin]

The door opens almost immediately, revealing Felicia standing behind it in a more casual outfit. There are a pair of damp spots where her nipples would show, and one in the middle of her pant leg.

"Good to see you! I've been waiting for this all day, come on inside hon!"

Shutting the door behind Euchar, Felicia turns to her with a smirk on her face before explaining.

"Now, I'm sorry for making things a bit... vague earlier. I figure you're not the type for nuance, but my boss doesn't appreciate me doing this with customers so I can't have them finding out."

She pauses, grabbing Euchar by the shoulder.

"In short, I want to be filled with enough cum to keep me in bed for the next three days. I'd also LOVE to do the same to you. If that's not something you're interested in, you can still turn back, the door's ready and you can take your leave. I don't think you will though."

Felicia turns toward the next room, removing her shirt and undoing her belt buckle. She pauses in the doorway and turns her head back to Euchar.

"Well, what are you waiting for then?"

She giggles and continues into a bedroom on the other side of the house.

[progestereon]

"Oh. Your forwardness is pleasing. That sounds lovely."

Euchar spends a few moments undressing, her tendency to overdress coming back to bite her as she undoes buttons, belts, and zippers. One particular zipper seems to be troubling her especially, getting stuck in the center of her back, just tight enough to not allow her the opportunity to simply neglect it and slip out regardless, forcing her to struggle with the seemingly immovable piece of steel.

She sighs lightly, the emotion in the breath uncertain, but seemingly erring towards amusement at the situation.

She follows Felicia into the bedroom and sits on the bed, her back to Felicia, showing the half-undone zipper, all as her lower body sits nude. Her cock throbs gently, arching upwards before the heavy head dips back downwards, not dissimilar to the way her weighty balls hang underneath. Her ass, substantial, but not quite enormous, flattens against the soft mattress.

"May I request assistance undressing, ma'am?"

[cultivar-corin]

Having finished disrobing by this point, Felicia gingerly undoes the final zipper for her partner. The final piece of clothing is removed from the both of them, and gently set to one side.

Felicia's own considerable length makes itself manifest as she takes in Euchar's glory -visually-.

"Despite what I said earlier... I think I have another task before we get to the filling."

She smiles deeply and sits down on the bed, gently patting her lap.

"Come on hon, be good girl and lie down for me would you? Head riiiight here."

Euchar -not one to turn down an offer so blatant- complies swiftly.

"Now then, drink as deep as you please hun, I always have more for beauties like you."

Felicia gently presses one of her breasts nipple first toward Euchar's mouth, and begins to stroke Euchar's glorious cock slowly. Felicia's own member makes itself known against Euchar's back, a not-so-gentle pressure throbbing in time with Felicia's heart-beat.

[progestereon]

"You taste wonderful... So sweet... Your body is extraordinary, ma'am."

Euchar gently squirms in Felicia's lap, moving herself up and down slightly in the hope of granting some slight friction to Felicia's cock. It isn't very successful, but the attempt is endearing. Her cock throbs and oozes precum, though it never gets to a full erection, still always somewhat flaccid despite her clear arousal. Her lips tighten around her nipple, her suction strengthening as she tries to swallow as much milk as possible, the sweet warmth filling her throat and settling in her stomach.

"You are... very soft... Well, your thighs and breasts are. Your penis is notably not. I apologize, that was a tangent. What I am trying to say is... After our intercourse concludes, may we snuggle?"

[cultivar-corin]

"Oh of course hon! Assuming one of us is still mobile enough for that, after all."

She stops stroking for a moment, much to Euchar's disappointment, only to place both of her hands firmly on her suckled breast.

"I'm glad you like the taste hon, so how about... a litttle bit more of it?"

Euchar's continued suckling is all the answer she needs really, as she squeezes her breast with significantly more force than before. The resulting torrent of slightly syrupy milk almost causes Euchar to choke, but not quite. She continues to pump for a few minutes before disengaging, allowing Euchar time to breathe between swells.

When Felicia pulls back, Euchar's belly has bloated significantly, almost as though she were pregnant in her second trimester. Felicia's breast remains just as firm and full-feeling as it did before under Euchar's fingers, clearly she has much, MUCH more in reserve.

With a satisfied smirk, she turns her attention to Euchar's lower body once again.

She quirks an eyebrow at Euchar's stubbornly half-soft cock, impressed with the length it's already showing but knowing that it has further potential.

"Huh, normally they're almost bursting by now... No matter, I'm not giving up on it just yet."

She begins to pump more aggressively, keeping one hand on top to stimulate the bright pink tip. Her nipple remains tantalizingly within reach should Euchar wish to continue.

[progestereon]

"You don't have to trouble yourself with getting me erect. It's rather... inconsistent in its stiffness, so there really isn't a guarantee it'll reach full mast at all."

Despite its lack of full hardness, you can tell Euchar is enjoying herself, given the way pre pulses out in spurts, the way she squirms slightly under your touch, and the way blush faintly blooms on her face.

"I do not know if I wish to skip to penetration or if I would prefer to attempt to drain your breast wholly. You taste utterly wonderful and I am curious of your capacity. I am already quite full, but that is rarely known to stop intimacy. Do you have a preference, miss?"

[cultivar-corin]

"Huh, interesting... and probably for the best that I can't coax out the whole thing honestly." She doesn't seem displeased by the outcome, having learned that the obstacle was biology rather than skill or emotion.

Her frenetic stroking relaxes, then stops as she gently lifts Euchar off her lap and back onto her feet.

"As for what's next... I think you can do both hon, even simultaneously. I believe in you!"

Felicia lays back onto the bed, her own shaft raised skyward as her generous tits flop outward to either side of her. She lays there for a moment, relishing in both the physical sensation and the gaze of her partner, before returning her attention.

She runs her hands over all of her curves, then her shaft and glistening pussy beneath as she whispers. "Take what you want hon, I'm all yours. Drink, suck, fuck me, I don't care which."

As Euchar makes her decision, Felicia gently writhes as she continues her little presentation.

[progestereon]

"You are very beautiful... I think I would like... to feel you inside of me."

She slowly crawls onto Felicia, lowering her soft, plush ass onto her throbbing cock. She lays herself across across Felicia's body, her hips rocking gently to stimulate the girlcock inside her as her lips made their way to her nipples, her head resting face-down on the firm, but soft breasts beneath it. Her lips start to suck milk out, droplets turning to a small, steady stream as her hips bob up and down, up and down with increasing intensity, growing more and more insistent as her ass begins to clap against the thighs of her partner. Between them both, her cock rests, smushed between both of their tummies, gently throbbing and pulsing out pre. Her voice is soft, gentle, and breathy.

"You are wonderful. And extraordinarily attractive. You feel spectacular inside of me. I very much look forward to being filled with your semen."

[cultivar-corin]

For a few moments, Felicia is left breathless by just how nice it feels for Euchar to have taken almost the entire ~2ft length into her. Her words come out in staccato, and she has to catch her breath every few seconds as waves of pleasure pass through her from both her shaft and her nipple.

"Ohh my- I'll have to be... be CAREFUL... at this rate I'll become an- an ADDICT."

Her heart didn't seem to be in that thought, as though she might embrace doing just that.

"You feel so... SO good I can barely... contain myself..."

The pair continued like that for a few more minutes, Euchar in a stoic silence despite the immense pleasure, Felicia trying but not quite succeeding to maintain the same.

"I- At this point I might BE an... an addict to you after- after all..."

Felicia shudders with pleasure as Euchar continues to skillfully stimulate every single part of her enormous shaft, and continues to suckle the steady stream of milk. Her belly has swelled further by this point, looking closer to the third trimester of a pregnancy with several sloshing gallons of the delicious liquid.

"B-B-Brace yourself, I thin- I think I'm about to-"

The rest of Felicia's sentence is lost in a wordless moan as she finally releases deep inside of her partner, spurting enormous quantities of both cum and milk. Her unattended breast sprays a pressurized stream clear across the room as Euchar rapidly swells from the increased flow. This, in itself, goes on for a full minute before Felicia's orgasm recedes.

When it finally slows as Euchar gasps for breath, her belly has grown outward significantly, it alone taking up a large portion of the bed and ensuring that putting her top back on properly will be impossible, let alone walking around.

After slipping out from under her partner, with great difficulty and stimulation given how interlocked they were, Felicia surveys her work with no small amount of pride.

"Not quite what I was initially looking for, but definitely worth it. I suppose my turn will have to wait until tomorrow, or maybe a few days from now."

Her first coherent and steady sentences since they started complete, Felicia lays down just behind her partner for the evening, providing one of her ample breasts as a pillow while hugging Euchar as tight as she can.

[progestereon]

Euchar isn't quite sure how her friend convinced her to come out here.

Actually, she's VERY sure. That friend promised a low-key kind of lunch date, nothing crazy. What they neglected to mention was the place's gimmick, namely that every single one of the waitstaff was completely topless, and lactated onto the food as part of the order.

But sadly, responsibility called and pulled them away for the day, leaving Euchar alone at this table. A table she is currently valiantly trying -and barely succeeding- to contain her erection underneath.

As she turns her attention back to the food for a moment, trying to decide whether she prefers the one that tastes of strawberries or of vanilla, she hears footsteps as one of the staff approaches.

{Your choice who shows up. Existing, or force me to come up with someone new. : )}

"Hello ma'am. I have been looking over the menu and I think I am prepared to order, if you are available?"

Euchar looks the waitress up and down, tapping her nails on the wooden tabletop in an effort to disguise the rhythmic thumbs as simply her fingertips rather than her half-hard cock. She's beautiful, though her beauty isn't the most notable part of her appearance, considering the way silvery, slightly yellowish metal, probably tin if Euchar had to guess, crept across her body and glimmered beneath the establishment's lights.

"You look lovely today, if I may say. Your skin is quite clear, your hair is wonderful in the way it waves, and your eyes have a pleasant glimmer. Considering the profession you're in, you must get affection often, but I figured it wouldn't cause harm to give you one more compliment."

[cultivar-corin]

"Oh It's far from uncommon around these parts, I think I've received about sixteen compliments so far today, counting yours." She hesitates for a moment. "Granted... you've piqued my interest by going a bit further than just yelling 'Nice tits!' from across the room..."

"Can I get you anything specific then?" Her fingers twitch behind her back, following the rhythm Euchar is tapping.

Euchar has decided that yes, actually, the Vanilla is her favorite, and places her order with that syrup. As Felicia once again disappears into the kitchen, Euchar's plight is made no easier by the faint moaning of one of the other waitresses as a VIP customer suckles her directly.

Soon, much sooner than expected even, Felicia re-emerges with the promised dish, and a small metal vessel. She places both on the table with delicate care, while Euchar insistently continues her tapping.

With barely a glance toward her patron, Felicia begins gently massaging her left breast to coax out a smallish quantity of syrup, mentally keeping time on the insistent tapping. She smirks slightly when the beat hitches as Euchar gets ever so slightly harder once the delicious milk begins to fill the cup.

"Well honey, I do think you're ready for the check. My apologies, just policy." She looks directly into Euchar's eyes. "I believe you have an appointment to get to later, an accomplished duelist like yourself should take care of their body after all."

She hands off a napkin to Euchar, with an address and a time written on it. "Don't be late." By the time she looks up again, Felicia has moved on, leaving Euchar with only a small check and the less-faint-than-earlier sounds of the suckled waitress.

[progestereon]

Euchar tilts her head, not unlike a cat that doesn't quite understand what it's seeing. She straightens the napkin and stares blankly at the words on it. Her erection, half-hard, though softer than a few moments ago, continues to thump against the table's underside.

"Hm. Odd. An invitation, it seems? I wonder why she would invite me someplace. I suppose I may as well go, she seemed to be expecting me to arrive. It may be flirting... She did say something along the lines of me having piqued her interests... It would be presumptuous of me to assume such a thing, though. I will arrive, and if her intention is courtship, I'm sure that will be made clear. Probably..."

She leaves behind her fee and a not-insignificant tip as she leaves, heading home and burning time until she's ready to go. A few minutes early, she arrives at the doorstep of the address she was given. She knocks.

[cultivar-corin]

The door opens almost immediately, revealing Felicia standing behind it in a more casual outfit. There are a pair of damp spots where her nipples would show, and one in the middle of her pant leg.

"Good to see you! I've been waiting for this all day, come on inside hon!"

Shutting the door behind Euchar, Felicia turns to her with a smirk on her face before explaining.

"Now, I'm sorry for making things a bit... vague earlier. I figure you're not the type for nuance, but my boss doesn't appreciate me doing this with customers so I can't have them finding out."

She pauses, grabbing Euchar by the shoulder.

"In short, I want to be filled with enough cum to keep me in bed for the next three days. I'd also LOVE to do the same to you. If that's not something you're interested in, you can still turn back, the door's ready and you can take your leave. I don't think you will though."

Felicia turns toward the next room, removing her shirt and undoing her belt buckle. She pauses in the doorway and turns her head back to Euchar.

"Well, what are you waiting for then?"

She giggles and continues into a bedroom on the other side of the house.

[progestereon]

"Oh. Your forwardness is pleasing. That sounds lovely."

Euchar spends a few moments undressing, her tendency to overdress coming back to bite her as she undoes buttons, belts, and zippers. One particular zipper seems to be troubling her especially, getting stuck in the center of her back, just tight enough to not allow her the opportunity to simply neglect it and slip out regardless, forcing her to struggle with the seemingly immovable piece of steel.

She sighs lightly, the emotion in the breath uncertain, but seemingly erring towards amusement at the situation.

She follows Felicia into the bedroom and sits on the bed, her back to Felicia, showing the half-undone zipper, all as her lower body sits nude. Her cock throbs gently, arching upwards before the heavy head dips back downwards, not dissimilar to the way her weighty balls hang underneath. Her ass, substantial, but not quite enormous, flattens against the soft mattress.

"May I request assistance undressing, ma'am?"

[cultivar-corin]

Having finished disrobing by this point, Felicia gingerly undoes the final zipper for her partner. The final piece of clothing is removed from the both of them, and gently set to one side.

Felicia's own considerable length makes itself manifest as she takes in Euchar's glory -visually-.

"Despite what I said earlier... I think I have another task before we get to the filling."

She smiles deeply and sits down on the bed, gently patting her lap.

"Come on hon, be good girl and lie down for me would you? Head riiiight here."

Euchar -not one to turn down an offer so blatant- complies swiftly.

"Now then, drink as deep as you please hun, I always have more for beauties like you."

Felicia gently presses one of her breasts nipple first toward Euchar's mouth, and begins to stroke Euchar's glorious cock slowly. Felicia's own member makes itself known against Euchar's back, a not-so-gentle pressure throbbing in time with Felicia's heart-beat.

[progestereon]

"You taste wonderful... So sweet... Your body is extraordinary, ma'am."

Euchar gently squirms in Felicia's lap, moving herself up and down slightly in the hope of granting some slight friction to Felicia's cock. It isn't very successful, but the attempt is endearing. Her cock throbs and oozes precum, though it never gets to a full erection, still always somewhat flaccid despite her clear arousal. Her lips tighten around her nipple, her suction strengthening as she tries to swallow as much milk as possible, the sweet warmth filling her throat and settling in her stomach.

"You are... very soft... Well, your thighs and breasts are. Your penis is notably not. I apologize, that was a tangent. What I am trying to say is... After our intercourse concludes, may we snuggle?"

[cultivar-corin]

"Oh of course hon! Assuming one of us is still mobile enough for that, after all."

She stops stroking for a moment, much to Euchar's disappointment, only to place both of her hands firmly on her suckled breast.

"I'm glad you like the taste hon, so how about... a litttle bit more of it?"

Euchar's continued suckling is all the answer she needs really, as she squeezes her breast with significantly more force than before. The resulting torrent of slightly syrupy milk almost causes Euchar to choke, but not quite. She continues to pump for a few minutes before disengaging, allowing Euchar time to breathe between swells.

When Felicia pulls back, Euchar's belly has bloated significantly, almost as though she were pregnant in her second trimester. Felicia's breast remains just as firm and full-feeling as it did before under Euchar's fingers, clearly she has much, MUCH more in reserve.

With a satisfied smirk, she turns her attention to Euchar's lower body once again.

She quirks an eyebrow at Euchar's stubbornly half-soft cock, impressed with the length it's already showing but knowing that it has further potential.

"Huh, normally they're almost bursting by now... No matter, I'm not giving up on it just yet."

She begins to pump more aggressively, keeping one hand on top to stimulate the bright pink tip. Her nipple remains tantalizingly within reach should Euchar wish to continue.

[progestereon]

"You don't have to trouble yourself with getting me erect. It's rather... inconsistent in its stiffness, so there really isn't a guarantee it'll reach full mast at all."

Despite its lack of full hardness, you can tell Euchar is enjoying herself, given the way pre pulses out in spurts, the way she squirms slightly under your touch, and the way blush faintly blooms on her face.

"I do not know if I wish to skip to penetration or if I would prefer to attempt to drain your breast wholly. You taste utterly wonderful and I am curious of your capacity. I am already quite full, but that is rarely known to stop intimacy. Do you have a preference, miss?"

[cultivar-corin]

"Huh, interesting... and probably for the best that I can't coax out the whole thing honestly." She doesn't seem displeased by the outcome, having learned that the obstacle was biology rather than skill or emotion.

Her frenetic stroking relaxes, then stops as she gently lifts Euchar off her lap and back onto her feet.

"As for what's next... I think you can do both hon, even simultaneously. I believe in you!"

Felicia lays back onto the bed, her own shaft raised skyward as her generous tits flop outward to either side of her. She lays there for a moment, relishing in both the physical sensation and the gaze of her partner, before returning her attention.

She runs her hands over all of her curves, then her shaft and glistening pussy beneath as she whispers. "Take what you want hon, I'm all yours. Drink, suck, fuck me, I don't care which."

As Euchar makes her decision, Felicia gently writhes as she continues her little presentation.

[progestereon]

Euchar isn't quite sure how her friend convinced her to come out here.

Actually, she's VERY sure. That friend promised a low-key kind of lunch date, nothing crazy. What they neglected to mention was the place's gimmick, namely that every single one of the waitstaff was completely topless, and lactated onto the food as part of the order.

But sadly, responsibility called and pulled them away for the day, leaving Euchar alone at this table. A table she is currently valiantly trying -and barely succeeding- to contain her erection underneath.

As she turns her attention back to the food for a moment, trying to decide whether she prefers the one that tastes of strawberries or of vanilla, she hears footsteps as one of the staff approaches.

{Your choice who shows up. Existing, or force me to come up with someone new. : )}

"Hello ma'am. I have been looking over the menu and I think I am prepared to order, if you are available?"

Euchar looks the waitress up and down, tapping her nails on the wooden tabletop in an effort to disguise the rhythmic thumbs as simply her fingertips rather than her half-hard cock. She's beautiful, though her beauty isn't the most notable part of her appearance, considering the way silvery, slightly yellowish metal, probably tin if Euchar had to guess, crept across her body and glimmered beneath the establishment's lights.

"You look lovely today, if I may say. Your skin is quite clear, your hair is wonderful in the way it waves, and your eyes have a pleasant glimmer. Considering the profession you're in, you must get affection often, but I figured it wouldn't cause harm to give you one more compliment."

[cultivar-corin]

"Oh It's far from uncommon around these parts, I think I've received about sixteen compliments so far today, counting yours." She hesitates for a moment. "Granted... you've piqued my interest by going a bit further than just yelling 'Nice tits!' from across the room..."

"Can I get you anything specific then?" Her fingers twitch behind her back, following the rhythm Euchar is tapping.

Euchar has decided that yes, actually, the Vanilla is her favorite, and places her order with that syrup. As Felicia once again disappears into the kitchen, Euchar's plight is made no easier by the faint moaning of one of the other waitresses as a VIP customer suckles her directly.

Soon, much sooner than expected even, Felicia re-emerges with the promised dish, and a small metal vessel. She places both on the table with delicate care, while Euchar insistently continues her tapping.

With barely a glance toward her patron, Felicia begins gently massaging her left breast to coax out a smallish quantity of syrup, mentally keeping time on the insistent tapping. She smirks slightly when the beat hitches as Euchar gets ever so slightly harder once the delicious milk begins to fill the cup.

"Well honey, I do think you're ready for the check. My apologies, just policy." She looks directly into Euchar's eyes. "I believe you have an appointment to get to later, an accomplished duelist like yourself should take care of their body after all."

She hands off a napkin to Euchar, with an address and a time written on it. "Don't be late." By the time she looks up again, Felicia has moved on, leaving Euchar with only a small check and the less-faint-than-earlier sounds of the suckled waitress.

[progestereon]

Euchar tilts her head, not unlike a cat that doesn't quite understand what it's seeing. She straightens the napkin and stares blankly at the words on it. Her erection, half-hard, though softer than a few moments ago, continues to thump against the table's underside.

"Hm. Odd. An invitation, it seems? I wonder why she would invite me someplace. I suppose I may as well go, she seemed to be expecting me to arrive. It may be flirting... She did say something along the lines of me having piqued her interests... It would be presumptuous of me to assume such a thing, though. I will arrive, and if her intention is courtship, I'm sure that will be made clear. Probably..."

She leaves behind her fee and a not-insignificant tip as she leaves, heading home and burning time until she's ready to go. A few minutes early, she arrives at the doorstep of the address she was given. She knocks.

[cultivar-corin]

The door opens almost immediately, revealing Felicia standing behind it in a more casual outfit. There are a pair of damp spots where her nipples would show, and one in the middle of her pant leg.

"Good to see you! I've been waiting for this all day, come on inside hon!"

Shutting the door behind Euchar, Felicia turns to her with a smirk on her face before explaining.

"Now, I'm sorry for making things a bit... vague earlier. I figure you're not the type for nuance, but my boss doesn't appreciate me doing this with customers so I can't have them finding out."

She pauses, grabbing Euchar by the shoulder.

"In short, I want to be filled with enough cum to keep me in bed for the next three days. I'd also LOVE to do the same to you. If that's not something you're interested in, you can still turn back, the door's ready and you can take your leave. I don't think you will though."

Felicia turns toward the next room, removing her shirt and undoing her belt buckle. She pauses in the doorway and turns her head back to Euchar.

"Well, what are you waiting for then?"

She giggles and continues into a bedroom on the other side of the house.

[progestereon]

"Oh. Your forwardness is pleasing. That sounds lovely."

Euchar spends a few moments undressing, her tendency to overdress coming back to bite her as she undoes buttons, belts, and zippers. One particular zipper seems to be troubling her especially, getting stuck in the center of her back, just tight enough to not allow her the opportunity to simply neglect it and slip out regardless, forcing her to struggle with the seemingly immovable piece of steel.

She sighs lightly, the emotion in the breath uncertain, but seemingly erring towards amusement at the situation.

She follows Felicia into the bedroom and sits on the bed, her back to Felicia, showing the half-undone zipper, all as her lower body sits nude. Her cock throbs gently, arching upwards before the heavy head dips back downwards, not dissimilar to the way her weighty balls hang underneath. Her ass, substantial, but not quite enormous, flattens against the soft mattress.

"May I request assistance undressing, ma'am?"

[cultivar-corin]

Having finished disrobing by this point, Felicia gingerly undoes the final zipper for her partner. The final piece of clothing is removed from the both of them, and gently set to one side.

Felicia's own considerable length makes itself manifest as she takes in Euchar's glory -visually-.

"Despite what I said earlier... I think I have another task before we get to the filling."

She smiles deeply and sits down on the bed, gently patting her lap.

"Come on hon, be good girl and lie down for me would you? Head riiiight here."

Euchar -not one to turn down an offer so blatant- complies swiftly.

"Now then, drink as deep as you please hun, I always have more for beauties like you."

Felicia gently presses one of her breasts nipple first toward Euchar's mouth, and begins to stroke Euchar's glorious cock slowly. Felicia's own member makes itself known against Euchar's back, a not-so-gentle pressure throbbing in time with Felicia's heart-beat.

[progestereon]

"You taste wonderful... So sweet... Your body is extraordinary, ma'am."

Euchar gently squirms in Felicia's lap, moving herself up and down slightly in the hope of granting some slight friction to Felicia's cock. It isn't very successful, but the attempt is endearing. Her cock throbs and oozes precum, though it never gets to a full erection, still always somewhat flaccid despite her clear arousal. Her lips tighten around her nipple, her suction strengthening as she tries to swallow as much milk as possible, the sweet warmth filling her throat and settling in her stomach.

"You are... very soft... Well, your thighs and breasts are. Your penis is notably not. I apologize, that was a tangent. What I am trying to say is... After our intercourse concludes, may we snuggle?"

[cultivar-corin]

"Oh of course hon! Assuming one of us is still mobile enough for that, after all."

She stops stroking for a moment, much to Euchar's disappointment, only to place both of her hands firmly on her suckled breast.

"I'm glad you like the taste hon, so how about... a litttle bit more of it?"

Euchar's continued suckling is all the answer she needs really, as she squeezes her breast with significantly more force than before. The resulting torrent of slightly syrupy milk almost causes Euchar to choke, but not quite. She continues to pump for a few minutes before disengaging, allowing Euchar time to breathe between swells.

When Felicia pulls back, Euchar's belly has bloated significantly, almost as though she were pregnant in her second trimester. Felicia's breast remains just as firm and full-feeling as it did before under Euchar's fingers, clearly she has much, MUCH more in reserve.

With a satisfied smirk, she turns her attention to Euchar's lower body once again.

She quirks an eyebrow at Euchar's stubbornly half-soft cock, impressed with the length it's already showing but knowing that it has further potential.

"Huh, normally they're almost bursting by now... No matter, I'm not giving up on it just yet."

She begins to pump more aggressively, keeping one hand on top to stimulate the bright pink tip. Her nipple remains tantalizingly within reach should Euchar wish to continue.