The Love Potion
Triss loved the White Wolf from the moment she first laid eyes on him. Not even her good friendship with Yennefer could deter her from pursuing her one and true love, which Geralt had become for her.
She and Geralt quickly became friends, but simple friendship could not satisfy Triss. She wanted him. Geralt. And she wanted him all for herself. After all, witches have never been known for sharing. Let alone sharing a man with another woman. No. Geralt had to be hers. Regardless of the consequences and regardless of what she would have to do to achieve it.
She started courting him and flirting with him. Whenever she got the chance, she provoked him with her beautiful, enhanced witch body, whose beauty no ordinary woman could hope to match.
She quickly noticed that Geralt liked to peek at her perky breasts whenever he thought she wasn't looking. Guys are terribly naive when they think that women can't see how they admire their bodies.
Anyways, Triss got nothing but pure joy from it. On the contrary, when she learned this valuable piece of information, that Geralt was one of those men who preferred proper, nice breasts to anything else, she quickly began wearing a plunging neckline whenever she was around him. Of course, this made poor, unsuspecting Geralt stare even harder than before.
Of course, Triss knew that Geralt was an old womanizer who would never miss an opportunity to have sex with a beautiful woman, but sex with him wasn't the only thing Triss wanted.
She wanted his love, his loyalty and his devotion. She wanted to be the only woman he would ever lay eyes on and sleep with. Oh yes... She wanted him all to herself and she wanted to be his everything. His goddess to worship.
Alas, but she knew that his heart beat only for Yennefer. That was something Triss could never come to terms with. No. He had to be hers.
At the end of this story, she would be his goddess, and he would be hers. Only hers! No one else's! And certainly not Yennefer's...
Although deep down, Triss felt a little guilty trying to take a man from her beloved friend. However, her love and at this point her obsession with Geralt was stronger. Much stronger. She wouldn't stop until Geralt was latched onto her nipple like a contented infant.
She knew that the witcher's body was very durable. It wouldn't be easy to break him. However, even a witcher wasn't completely immune to everything. So, Triss got to work and began to make a plan to win her prince.
She spent several weeks in Oxenfurt studying all sorts of alchemy books, trying to find something that would help her win Geralt's heart all for herself.
As they say, those who seek will find. And so, it happened. In an old dusty moth-eaten book, she found what she was looking for. A love potion.
Excited by her new discovery, she didn't hesitate to grab the book and teleport to Kaer Morhen where she still had her room.
Geralt hated portals, but she never had a problem with this type of travel. She smiled as she remembered her love and his green face whenever he walked through a portal. Anyways, there was no time to waste, so the witch set to work diligently.
She worked all day and night until she reached her goal. The finished love potion glowed with its pinkish light and stood out on her desk.
She was tired from all the work and lack of sleep, but at the same time she was also extremely excited and... A little horny at the thought that Geralt would soon be hers.
She ran down the stairs to the dining room, where the witchers usually stayed when they were off. However, Geralt was out hunting monsters and there was no one down there at this hour. So, no one stood in the way of her carrying out her plan.
Geralt was due to return at any moment and she would make sure her beloved witcher got a proper refreshing mug of milk after a busy day. She giggled. It's no surprise that a man who likes breasts so much likes milk as well.
And milk she would give him. Although not hers just yet… She blushed at the thought and wondered what it would be like... if they could ever start a family together… Surely, they would find a way around their limitations in that regard…
Triss shook her head and found herself getting a little bit wet between her legs. "Focus, you fool… or you’ll ruin everything. Just a moment longer, and he’ll finally be yours." Triss said to herself. She blushed and smiled.
She took a large wooden mug and poured cold fresh milk into it from the witcher's supplies they had received from the people of the surrounding villages for their services.
She fished around in her neckline, where she had carefully hidden the love potion earlier.
"The book says… one drop, and he’ll watch you all evening. Two drops, and he’ll dream of you for an entire year. Three drops…" a pause "…three drops, and he’ll love you forever and ever." She smiled, her cheeks flushing as a familiar warmth stirred between her legs once more.
She opened the potion and dripped 3 drops of the glowing pink liquid into the prepared mug. She quickly closed the potion again and stored it safely in the depths of her cleavage.
The potion was still almost full, barely anything missing from the 8 ounces (250 ml) she had prepared. "Oh well… maybe it’ll come in handy later." She shrugged, grabbed the mug, and headed out into the courtyard.
She opened the heavy gate of the old fortress and stepped out into the sunlit courtyard. Kaer Morhen was truly beautiful in this time of the year when spring hit and everything around was growing... and blooming.
She didn't even have time to sit on the sun-warmed stone, as she liked to do when she was waiting for her love to arrive from his adventures while staying in the old fortress, because our White Wolf just passed through the outer gate and dismounted from his faithful Roach on the pavement of the courtyard.
She smiled and hurried toward him, carrying the mug of milk in her hands as Geralt tied Roach to the railing. "Hello my lo... … uhm… uhm… I mean, Geralt… hihi." She said nervously but quickly recovered and pulled herself together.
She flashed a confident smile again and offered him the milk. "Here. You must be parched." She smiled lovingly at him. "Hmm…" Geralt grunted as he so often did, but quickly smiled slightly as he noticed the cold drink being offered.
It was a really hot day and even the old witcher liked to indulge in some comfort here and there when he had the chance, especially from the hands of a beautiful woman like Triss.
"Thanks, Triss." Was all he said in response and accepted the offered milk. With a barely perceptible nod to Triss in thanks, he put the glass to his mouth and began to drink and drink… Emptying the entire mug in one go, he then wiped his mouth of the white liquid that left a rather cute moustache on his clean-shaven face.
Two horny eyes watched him the whole time as he was drinking. Triss had a hard time not to start fingering her pussy in front of him. She was totally wet and burning with lust and excitement in anticipation of what would happen.
Her reverie was interrupted by Geralt casually handing her an empty mug. "Thanks." He said turning back to his horse to unbuckle his saddlebags.
Triss blinked in surprise and took the mug. "Thanks? Thanks?! Now he should be on his knees… confessing his love, completely overwhelmed, unable to think of anything but me... licking my... Uhm! Calm down, girl. Something is clearly wrong with the potion. Could it be… that I messed something up? No. Impossible. I followed the instructions exactly. Perfectly. I even added succubus milk to increase potency... Damn it! That thing was difficult to obtain… If only he knew how much effort that took… Mhmhmhm. Something’s definitely wrong here." Triss quickly thought to herself.
Upset Triss blushed like a tomato, wondering what she could have messed up while making the potion.
"Uhm…" Geralt's soft sigh snapped her out of her thoughts, and she looked at him.
He was standing by the fence, looking down at his crotch in confusion. "Oh my god... Is that his penis...? How on earth is it so incredibly visible, even through those thick leather breeches?" Triss thought in complete shock.
Geralt looked confused and also a little horny, but that's about it. The potion had clearly failed.
"Triss… what was in that milk?" He looked at her. He tried to meet her eyes but to his surprise his eyes stopped at her breasts, and he couldn't tear them away as if he was petrified.
Triss started to panic but quickly noticed he was staring at her breasts. But so openly, it must have been clear to him that she could see him admiring her tits. Something was wrong and she needed to find out what.
"Um… Geralt?"
Her voice softened, suddenly unsure in a way she rarely allowed herself to be.
"Do you… love me?"
She looked into his eyes and blushed shyly. Geralt was also starting to panic a bit as he found his body wasn't listening to him.
Despite his resistance, he could feel his cock growing harder, the leather of his pants creaking as his swelling length strained against the fabric, desperately seeking freedom.
He couldn't take his eyes off her big breasts. They were quite large, and he had always liked them, but he wasn't a horny little boy to not be able to tear himself away from them like that.
Something was wrong here, plus Triss's weird question about if he... loved her? What the hell was going on here? And why did he feel such an urge to pounce on her and take her right then and there on that sun-warmed stone where Triss liked to sit so often?
"You are my dear friend, Triss. But that’s not important now. Something’s happening with my body, and I don’t know what." Geralt said still staring at her tits.
"Fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck! It wasn't supposed to be like this! Today was supposed to be the day he'd finally be mine. Fuck! No... This is not how it ends. Think. Fix it. There has to be something… there always is." Triss thought to herself as her hand hovered over her cleavage.
"…What if I just... AAA! Fuck it!" Triss thought as she ran her hand between her breasts to her cleavage.
"Triss… what are you doing?" Geralt said, confused, still unable to tear his eyes away from her breasts.
"I am taking what is rightfully mine. You, Geralt," Triss said determinedly, as she fished the pink potion from her breasts. "You… you will finally see me. Truly see me. And I will be everything you need." Triss said as she uncorked the potion and, to Geralt's horror, drank it all without leaving a single drop of the magical liquid.
"Triss… what was that potion?" Geralt asked, confused.
"Ah, don't worry. You'll see in a moment, love. Everything will be alright, just this stupid potion needs to start doing what it is supposed to do, and we will finally be toget..." Before she could finish her sentence, the overwhelming effects of the potion hit her.
"AAAAAAAAAAAH~!" Triss moaned loudly as her body was suddenly hit by the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced.
Geralt couldn't believe his eyes as her already large breasts slowly began to grow even bigger.
"Ahhh... yes...! Oh, gods... yes! Ah...! Geralt...! Ahhh... right there...! I... I can't...! Oh... this feels... wonderful...! Ahhh...!" Triss moaned as waves of orgasmic bliss washed over her body. But that wasn’t all. She could feel a strange, tingling sensation spreading from her growing breasts into the rest of her body.
Her clothes felt tighter and tighter. She heard the fabric stretching and ripping around her swelling breasts, ass, thighs, calves and hips.
Then... she realized it. "Geralt...! Geralt, look at me...! I... I’m growing! Ahhh! By Melitele...! Ah... Ah... What is this feeling? Why does it feel so incredible? Oh, gods... I can feel it spreading through my entire body...!"
Geralt couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts before, when they were a D-cup, but now... they had doubled in size in just a moment... and they were still growing. And it wasn’t just them. Everything about her was getting... bigger.
Triss had never been short, but he had always been about half a head taller than her. But now... she had grown a full head taller than him in just a few seconds, and it didn’t look like her growth was stopping.
"Ahh… it’s happening…! I’m getting… bigger…! Ahhh~! It’s… so intense…!" Triss screamed as she grew bigger... and bigger... and bigger... Her clothes were tearing on her growing body as she was slowly becoming a goddess.
Triss always had big breasts. She liked them and was quite proud of them. She always teased men with them and especially Geralt... But her other region of interest, while nice and still very sexy, could never match her friend Yennefer's massive thick ass.
Triss was jealous of her, thinking that it was because of her giant ass that Geralt preferred Yennefer over Triss. But those days were gone now.
Not only had her massive breasts and now towering height increased, but her hips, thighs, calves, and ass were growing larger by the second as well.
Her ass had become so big and powerful that she could just easily sit on Yennefer and show her who has the biggest and the best ass in the North. And not just in the North, but in the whole fucking world.
Triss couldn't take it anymore. She tore off the last remnants of her clothes and began fingering herself. "Ahh… yes… yes…! More…! Bigger…! More power… more breasts... more… everything…! I want to be… enormous…!" Triss screamed, lost to sensation as she continued to grow bigger and bigger...
She had to be at least 9'10" (300 cm) tall by now.
Her thighs were as thick as the trunks of the surrounding trees, her hips so wide she wouldn’t be able to fit through a normal doorway. Her ass cheeks had reached the size of beer kegs, the kind witchers kept in their basement.
And her breasts... oh yes, her dominant feature. Each one was now larger than Geralt's torso. The tall witcher looked like a dwarf from Mahakam next to the goddess Triss had become. Or rather, a gnome.
But even that already immense difference in size was not destined to last, as her body had not yet finished its expansion.
Triss grew bigger… and bigger… until she reached a height of over 13'2" (400 cm). Now, at more than twice Geralt’s size, her growth finally slowed to a halt.
"Ahh! That was… incredible! Don’t you think, my love? Look at me… I’ve become so large… so powerful… and my breasts… is that… milk?" And indeed, her gigantic breasts began to produce milk. White droplets formed around her huge swollen nipples and slowly dripped onto the cobblestones of the courtyard.
Meanwhile, Geralt stood speechless. He had always liked curvy women with big breasts and asses, but this... this was something else entirely.
The redheaded giantess standing before him was more than his conservative mind could handle. Add to that the potion affecting his behavior, and the old grump quickly transformed into a horny little man, wanting nothing more than to go and suck on those giant breasts.
Triss noticed his hungry gaze and bit her lip, a lustful smile creeping onto her face. "Come here, little man. It is time to meet your new goddess."
With heavy steps that shook the entire courtyard, she walked up to him, looming over him like a towering mountain of soft flesh.
Geralt stood there, staring up with his head tilted back, unable to see her beautiful face over the mountains of her breasts, each now nearly as big as he was.
Triss smiled and bent down, accidentally knocking him over with her breasts, which came down on him like two soft wrecking balls, sending him crashing to the ground.
Triss giggled as she saw him on the ground below her, scratching his head. "I’m sorry little one, I don’t know my own strength yet. Here... let mommy help you."
Bending down even further, Triss grabbed little Geralt by the waist with both hands and effortlessly lifted him into the air, bringing him level with her face as if he weighed less than twenty pounds (10 kg). For a brief moment, the ease of it caught her by surprise.
"Whoa... you're so light. I could barely feel your weight. Look at you... so small and helpless compared to me now. Don’t worry~. Mommy will take care of you." She smiled warmly and giggled before closing her eyes and kissing the top of his head.
Geralt was completely frozen, his mind reduced to its most basic instincts. He couldn’t think clearly. All he could see were impossibly large breasts, nipples, and the towering giantess before him, and he wanted all of it.
Triss giggled again as she saw the always serious old witcher blushing and almost drooling, his gaze still fixed on her giant breasts.
"They're big, aren't they?" She laughed softly and carefully set him down against her chest, where he could steady himself and take in the vast scale of her presence from a safer vantage point.
"Look," she murmured, her voice a velvety tremor that reverberated through his bones, "they're full of milk that mommy needs to get out. Will you help her?" She gently held him with her left hand to keep him from falling, then released him with her right hand and squeezed her massive right breast.
"Aaah.... Yes... They are so... Sensitive..." She sighed in pleasure as a river of sweet milk spurted from her breast, splashing onto the ground far below. Droplets slowly fell, seductively forming puddles between the paving stones, like after a rain. Geralt swallowed hard, reaching out longingly towards her nipple, like a toddler, but he couldn't quite reach that far.
"Oh… baby wants mommy’s milk?" she murmured, a breathless laugh escaping her lips. "How adorable… I don't know how I could have lived my whole life without being this big. And you're so tiny... I... love it... I never knew I was turned on by little men... But now? Hmm... Just look at you... so cute and helpless, wanting to suck on my fat teats."
"Look at me," she said slowly, her voice echoing with newfound authority.
"I am a goddess now. I feel that my magical power has grown along with my size. I could easily be the most powerful being in this whole goddamn world now."
"Look at you. The legendary witcher Geralt of Rivia is ready to suck my nipples like a little baby. Oh... Uhm~... Just thinking about it makes me wet... And I've been waiting too long. I want to fuck... and I want it now. We're going to the tower, honey. It's time for you to take care of your future wife." She giggled, curling her fingers around him possessively.
With that, Triss grabbed Geralt in her large, strong hands and cradled him in her arms like a toddler.
She guided his face to her left breast and pressed her giant swollen nipple into his mouth. "Oh gods yes..." she moaned, arching her back as he instinctively latched onto her teat and started eagerly sucking the sensitive flesh.
Warm milk flooded his mouth, rich and sweet, trickling down his chin as he struggled to swallow the overwhelming flow.
Geralt didn't protest. His body seemed to move on instinct alone. He wrapped both hands around her enormous breast and sucked on her pear-sized nipple, drawing mouthful after mouthful of her fresh milk.
"Uhmm! Oh... baby... be gentle with them..." she gasped, her back tensing. "Ah... they... ah! They're... so sensitive! OOOHH!"
Her words broke apart into breathless moans as unfamiliar sensations washed through her. Every touch felt amplified, her transformed body responding far more intensely than she expected, and she could feel his small mouth eagerly suckling at her nipple, drinking her milk as if nothing else in the world mattered.
Geralt no longer heard her. His world had narrowed to a single point of focus. Her immense breast, the sweet milk it offered, and the fat nipple spreading his lips. Everything else faded into the background.
He drank eagerly, his hands buried in the soft flesh, squeezing instinctively as though afraid to let go. The scale difference was overwhelming. Her breast felt almost as large as he was, and he found himself pressing closer, seeking comfort in its warmth and softness.
Nothing else seemed to matter anymore. The rest of the world had become distant and irrelevant, lost behind the sheer reality of her towering presence.
"Ahhh! YEEES!"
Triss shuddered as she walked through the fortress gate. She held him protectively against her chest, cradling him against one of her immense breasts. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she continued forward, his steady tugging at her teat sending pleasant shivers through her body, her towering presence dominating the space around her.
She kept him close, nestled securely against her, while her heavy, steady strides boomed through the fortress halls. Each footstep seemed to reverberate through the ancient stone beneath her feet. She must have weighed nearly 1,300 pounds (600 kg) now.
Carrying Geralt was effortless for her. Everything around her suddenly seemed small. The corridors, the doors, the furniture, even the fortress itself. Only she remained immense, towering above it all. Powerful. Unstoppable.
Despite her overwhelming size and strength, there was a surprising tenderness in the way she carried him. Looking down at his tiny form clinging so desperately to her, Triss felt her heart swell. For all her newfound size and power, nothing in the world felt more precious to her than the little witcher in her arms.
That night, the castle tower shook with cries of ecstasy and the relentless crashing of a gigantic ass against a bed that ultimately failed to survive the night.
Their love was finally complete, and nothing in the world could stand in its way.
And if something tried, Triss would simply crush it.
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