Legacy of a Forgotten Hero, 2 Month 8 True to her word, Cia serviced her lover almost non-stop throughout the month, using her duplicates to either double-team or tag out. The man was constantly assaulted by at least one eager sorceress, none less real or less excitable than the others. They did almost nothing but screw, grow, and when his energy began to flag the girls fed him their magically infused milk to prolong his stamina. On the few occasions he was able to get them out of bed, his Cias would always be on the lookout for a reason to roll right back in. As the four of them wandered the grounds, a cluster of large brown spheres lead by a green-garbed boy, the women would ‘accidentally’ nudge him, or two of them would ‘mistakenly’ waddle out of sync and squish him between their vast bellies. One day, when he had knocked all three Cias into a blissful slumber, he wrote up a quick note and slide it into her cleavage. By the time they awake, he was long gone. The note read ‘Gone fish

Legacy of a Forgotten Hero, 1 All in all, the sorceress thought, she’d had a fairly rough life. ‘Blessed’ with eternal solitude, possessed by the powers of evil, having her lighter impulses literally separated from her body, crazed into trying to kill the one she adored, and finally killed. ‘Not too many people can say they’ve bounced back from that last one!’ Cia thought with a titter. The darkness that had tried to devour her strength had inadvertently brought her back to the world of the living, where she had almost resigned herself back to her life of solitude. She would have her light-side twin, but still, a lonely life when your only companion has all your life experiences. She had almost given up on her admiration of the Hero. He had killed her, but also brought her back, so she felt indebted to him. She would let him live his life the way he chose. But with the eras of history mangled, she came up with a better option. She had asked herself, ‘Why grab the one in lov

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Month 7 (pictured above)

The ebony skinned woman rubbed her massive swells, fluffed up to amazing sizes due to her night of rough passion. She had grown very quickly after their roll in the hay, swelling to a whole new level of girth. Her swollen gut had blown out in front of her to the point where her other half, her lover, and her old self could comfortably enjoy a night of passion in the space her womb had absorbed. Her breasts, once her self-styled selling point when she tried the more mundane ways to tempt the Hero, were now massive sacks of fat and sloshing milk, with something she had never thought possible nestled in their core. She had several little ones in her lobes, hidden away behind the thick layer of fat and glands. They sat perched on her tummy, held there against gravity’s whim by her magic, piling high above her head. She loved finding ways to get her love to tease her undulating udders, and he knew she was just looking for excuses, but both enjoyed the game. She loved feeling the occupants kick against her swollen breasts, and he seemed to enjoy the novelty of her active spheres. Finally, her thick womanly ass had upgraded to motherly hips, spreading the pleats of her skirt. Her dress’s enchantment had kept her as covered as she ever was, but it hadn’t entirely escaped damage as her form grew, covering her comparatively tiny torso while her delicious chocolate curves had begun to pull at the seams of her outfit. Even then, her open outfit revealed meter upon meter of warm browned flesh.

She felt a soft rubbing on her belly, and could immediately tell who it was by the gentle caress. “Dear, you know I prefer it when I can see you!” she shouted around her bulk. The man sidled around her body, conserving his magical energy in his cursed ‘young’ form once more. “You know what today is, right?” she asked. Though he still never spoke, her piercing gaze could read the words off his very soul. “Yes, that’s right! The anniversary of our meeting! And I have a surprise for y-” before she could show him her gift, he reached into his seemingly-bottomless pouch and pulled out what looked to be a beaked ball mask, or a plague doctor’s mask. “...oh my goddess… my old mask!” Cia exclaimed, a hot blush on her cheeks. She had worn that mask when she commanded armies, and that outraged imp had smashed it to pieces. It was a memento of a darker time, but even that couldn’t ruin how much care and detail he put into refurbishing the intricate accessory.

“Oh Link it’s… so beautiful…” she choked out, tears in her glowing eyes. He made a shallow kick in the dirt as he blushed, hands crossed behind his back. “But now it’s my turn love,” she told him as she teleported the mask to her chambers. “first, something physical.” she said, poofing a long purple scarf into existence, with a triforce symbol embroidered into the end. “I practiced quite a bit to knit this for you. No magic, completely hand-made, and big enough for you to grow into.” she said, her face still hot as he tied the accessory around his neck, the large scarf bunching up around his face as he leaned in to hug her large side once again. “I also have a more in-the-now kind of gift,” she said, her blush as bright as ever as she glowed faintly with dark magic. “and I know how much you like these cocoa hills!” she said excitedly, punctuating her statement with her haughty-sounding laughter. A moment later, and the young-looking boy was smished in on three sides by doppelgangers of his lovely partner. “You’d better regain your stature love,” she purred, “you’ll need every advantage you can get over the next month!”

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