“Oh, uh, oops! That’s probably enough,” Maribel regained her composure and put the stopper back on the potion. She wasn’t used to seeing her stalwart companion this injured, and in her state of shock, she had forgotten that potions tended to work better when applied directly to the injury rather than ingested. Normally only a few drops were needed, even for something as serious as the deep gashes in Gresha’s legs; however, when Maribel glanced at the vial she had just used, it was now half full.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to waste it like that,” the halfling grimaced sheepishly as Gresha regarded her with a raised eyebrow. All traces of pain were gone from her expression, matching the fact that her wound had rapidly disintegrated. “It’s just a healing potion though. It’s not like there are any side eff—”
Crrrrumph! she was cut off by a rather unusual sound, that of leather suddenly put under significant strain. It was odd due to the fact that leather naturally had very robust tensile strength, but the sound was soon forgotten as the two were now staring at its source. Gresha’s bust had inflated to over twice its original size, mirroring the widening of her eyes in an expression Maribel didn’t think was possible for her.
“Unngh, what is this?” Gresha’s bewilderment began to morph into something almost resembling curiosity. “I feel…”
As if there wasn’t enough going on to keep pulling their attention away, Maribel’s ears perked up as she heard multiple growls behind her. Whirling around, her heart skipped a beat when she saw the terrifying visage of three more Arix beasts, moving into a classic attack formation and poised to strike.
Dammit, they hunt in packs too!? Maribel mentally threw up her hands in disbelief. She could be forgiven this time for her lack of knowledge, as there were so few survivors that a complete documentation their hunting behavior didn’t exist. Unfortunately, that trend looked to continue as the trio of apex predators closed in.
“Uunnngh…Urrrff…OohhhAAAUUGH!” A series of groans emanated from behind the frozen ranger, accompanied by the sharp pops of leather seams being torn apart. Maribel suddenly found herself in the bizarre predicament of being almost irresistibly drawn toward the extraordinary sounds behind her, but not daring for a single moment to take her eyes off the impending doom in front of her. Gresha’s voice exuded a strange mix of natural orcish rage and unnatural ecstatic pleasure, but it seemed to be…softening somehow, becoming less guttural and more sensual. The sound of tearing clothing—now accompanied by soft yet deep rumble—made little sense, until she felt a vibration starting to build in the cave floor beneath her feet. The sunlight at their backs from the cave entrance was suddenly overcome by the spread of a shadow, in the outline of shoulders and a torso that widened as it stretched. In a completely uncharacteristic move, the Arix beasts took a few steps back as their ears folded inward and their eyes angled upward. It was only then that Maribel’s curiosity overcame her and she followed their gaze.
Silhouetted against the daylight was a behemoth of a woman—in the truest sense of both words. Gresha’s already impressive body had engorged to near-mythical proportions, as the enhanced bulk and density of every muscle fiber rippled in harmony with the voluptuousness of her humongous breasts and hips, each the size of several full-grown orc bodies put together. Her face, now a staggering 20 feet high from only her knees, may have beheld the most spectacular change. Gone were the sharp, jutting teeth and bulbous snout characteristic of all orcs. In its place was a complexion at the epitome of beauty, but for humans, elves, and halflings alike, framed by a cascading waterfall of shiny, jet-black hair with the slightest touch of pinkish hue.
“Whoa…” was all Maribel could manage as she beheld the sight, rendered speechless for one of the very few times in her life. Gresha herself appeared stunned, staring with mouth agape at the massive mounds of flesh and sinew now adorning her frame.
Amazingly, she had completely forgotten about the vicious animals surrounding her, who had only momentarily hesitated before their extreme predatory drive kicked in. In unison, they launched themselves at the large green mass in front of them, teeth and claws fully bared. It was their last moment of appearing fearsome however, as they slipped awkwardly off Gresha’s arm and back onto the ground, their attacks having failed to even puncture her skin. An enormous hand swooped down and grabbed all three beasts, then held them aloft by the scruff of their necks. Gresha narrowed her eyes at the helpless creatures, now no larger than rats to her.
“Bad kitties.”
With a quick flick of her wrist, she flung them against the cavern wall, but this was equal to the force of firing them from a trebuchet. Their bodies landed motionless in a heap, killed instantly from the impact.
The distraction now passed, Gresha returned to examining her body, her hands surveying her face, then down her arms and ending at her chest. “Something is…ahem,” she took a moment to clear her throat, still not used to the alluring shift in her voice. “…different.”
Maribel was about to roll her eyes at the absurdly huge understatement, but paused in alarm as she saw the orc giantess begin to rise to her feet. “Greshie, I don’t think you should st—”
She was interrupted by the thunderous sound of rock and earth exploding apart, impacted by Gresha’s head and shoulders. Unaware of her proximity to the ceiling, she emerged into the open air until her entire torso was freed, her radiant skin glistening in its first exposure to light. Below her, Maribel instinctively covered her head to shield against the falling debris, only to realize Gresha’s cleavage had provided a protective canopy, deflecting everything harmlessly to the side.
Her vision momentarily obscured by the cloud of dust kicked up from the cave’s collapse, Maribel didn’t notice the fingers wrapping around her legs. She was promptly lifted up past the ruins until she was eye level with the suspicious yet still breathtaking face of her adventuring partner.
“That…was not a healing potion.”
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