Might of The Witch

Lonelyaccident · March 31, 2022, 12:58:54 AM

   "Fucking shit where is it?!" a beautiful young woman rummaged through her cabinets and drawers as the soldiers waited for her outside.
   "Come'n Witch, we'll promise to make it quick if you come out right now!" she heard from outside. Said by a large commander in a shining armour that obviously hadn't seen much combat. He was clearly the biggest of the smallish band outside her house.
   One of the soldiers on his side leaned over and asked, "uh- make the burning quick sir?"
   "Shut up- that's what every bad guy must say before they can enter the hero's lair."
   "But- aren't we the good guys- burning the witches and heretics and stuff sir?"
   "Shut up!"

   Meanwhile inside, the woman in question had gone through almost every single drawer and crate, finally spotting a steel case tugged between a wooden cabinet and the wall.
   "Ha, found ya!" she struggled to pull the cabinet back and reached for the case. Laying it on the table and carefully opening it, she found a bright red potion inside. And proceeded to pull the cork, after a few seconds of hesitation, swallowing the red liquid with several large gulps. Few more seconds went by and suddenly she felt a burning growing from down her throat and stomach, transforming into a warm and pleasurable feeling took over her entire body. She looked down at herself when her body began to transform, her perspective quickly shifting upwards as she grew to 203cm [6'8] in mere seconds. From her previous 155cm [5'1] this was a dizzying shift of perspective and made her fall down to her knees from the sharp pain throughout her bones. She noticed her black hair was much fuller compared to before, along with being long enough to reach her elbows.

   A few seconds went by, and she began to feel muscles growing on every part of her now tall and petite body. Arms thickening with cut muscles that quickly turned larger and more define than any soldiers she had seen in her life, and undoubtedly much stronger than any man alive. Deltoids like thick ropes assembled themselves on her shoulders, supporting biceps and triceps that completed an upper arm made from rocks on top of rocks, and forearms harder than she thought possible.

   Her lower body swiftly followed when her quads bulged outwards into two marble pillars of ripped muscles, thighs quickly larger than her waist had been mere moments ago, and hard like a sword of steel. Behind them, her glutes hardened and ballooned into two magnificent half-pumpkins, while her hips widened just enough to make room for her new legs and buttocks. Downwards her calves too burst outwards into massive diamonds larger and harder than the commander's biceps.

   Her waist thickened slightly, when eight brick like, and nearly as large, abs bulged outwards along with serratus like small branches, and obliques big enough to hold on to. Her still relatively small waist crammed between her enormous hips and massive shoulders gave her a gorgeous hourglass figure. Just above the hard bricks, her pecs pushed an already generous pair of breasts upwards and tore her bra apart with a loud snap, as they bulged into to two ripped steel plates that could likely stop a sword, if need be.

   Two soldiers were just about to open the door when the two and a half meters tall oak door flew outwards with several loud cracks, as the dozen 5cm [2in] thick bolts were ripped from the wooden frame simultaneously. It took the two of them with it and buried them under it's enormous weight right next to a tree on the yard. Three men immediately ran to help them out as the massive witch stepped into the disintegrated frame. Her black dress, or what little was left of it, barely covering the essentials, had been ripped to pieces during her growth. Most of her incredible body was on display as her growth had only left her with underwear, also strained to its limits, but incredibly still intact along with the ripped dress. Mouths agape the 6 remaining men stared at this massive woman, capable of killing every single one of them with her bare hands. Although they did not see it this way, as the commander ordered two of the men on his side to capture her, and along with them, drew his sword as they began their careful advance towards the behemoth of a woman. A smile formed on her face when she realised, she stood a head taller than the commander, and over a one and a half heads taller than either of the soldiers beside him, along with muscles larger and far stronger than any of the three men, possibly even put together.

   She kept standing in place as the three men gradually got closer, until they were just two meters away, and the commander slowly reached for the rope on his belt to tie her hands with. Suddenly she lunged at them like a tiger, the commander managed to barely jump backwards before she could grab all of them. She settled on just focusing on the to puny men who couldn't react to her. They were lifted off the ground right before his eyes in an incredible display of strength, when she grabbed them by their exposed necks. Staring deep into his eyes with a ferocious grin, he unable to move and wasn't sure what to do. The sight of her was almost intoxicating, one of the most gorgeous women he'd ever seen, with a body he could only dream of. When he was finally about to attack, she spoke words he couldn't understand and instantly a pain like he'd never felt before filled his head along with a loud tinnitus that took away his hearing. He dropped his sword, forced his helmet off to hold the sides of his head while feeling himself blacking out, just before he did however, he saw his soldiers stop squirming in her arms and falling to the ground lifeless. She had snapped their necks with a 'gentle' squeeze.

   Meanwhile the three other men had managed to lift the massive door enough to get their two friends out from under it, one of them had already been killed by the force of the impact, while the other was too injured to stand on his own. They dragged him to rest against one of the trees on the yard. When they turned around to see if their friend had already finished with the witch, they froze in their tracks. The sight of their friends lying lifeless beside the enormous woman, and their commander unconscious in front of her, struck fear into the small group. But when her head suddenly snapped into their direction, fear filled them down to their cores. Just the sight of this massive woman starring them down was enough to have them running for their lives, abandoning their less fortunate compatriots.

   She dashed after the trio, making use of her incredibly long and powerful legs. With every leap the subsequent thigh jiggled, and flexed with each landing, hardening into monstrous pillars of power as large as any of the men's torsos. They could've easily been mistaken for being carved out of marble, not only because of their hardness, but their unreal amount of definition only ever seen on statues. Despite their big head start and initial distance to her, she was catching them, fast. They were slowed down by their heavy armour and swords, but even without these they would've been no match for her surprising speed and practically endless stamina. In just 30 seconds the trio had reached the edge of the woods they had trekked through to get to the witch's house. She was about 30m [98.4ft] behind them when suddenly two of them dashed behind trees, while one kept running down the small dirt road. They obviously thought they were still far enough for her not to notice this. She of course saw them but kept running after the remaining guy, so he couldn't alert the whole nearby garrison of the slaughter. Since she was sure the two of them would return for their friends, and the small mon wouldn't be difficult to take care of.

   In under a minute, she caught up to him and leaped at him, wrapping her arms around his waist. He tumbled down onto his stomach with her whole weight left on top of him, knocking the little air still left out of his lungs. Swiftly he was pulled onto his feet and promptly off them, as he was lifted into a bearhug. Her enormous arms flexed when she began to increase the pressure around his chest plate. His hands instinctively tried to pry her's apart while his legs flailed, kicking her flexed, herculean thighs and calves to no avail, he was just tiring himself for nothing. The striations in her biceps and forearms got harder and more pronounce under his hands, as he fumbled around when him pushing down had no effect. The metal began to creak under the enormous pressure. It was the only thing between him and an instant death. She felt the metal slowly bending inwards under her will and a feeling of ecstasy overcame her, why hadn't she transformed earlier, this strength and power felt so fucking amazing. She hadn't realized how much fun and how hot, being this powerful would be. Even more so using this strength against men, sexual thoughts filled her mind, imagining the man in her embrace between her monstrous thighs, and fucking him till he breaks. During her dreaming the small man was panicking as his breathing was now starting to be constricted as the plate armour gradually compressed from all sides. Her biceps pushed against the iron equally as much as her enormous breasts and forearms. He heard a lusty bawl and all of a sudden felt the now sharp iron clawing it's way into his flesh. He cried in pain as the iron continued to rapidly compress from all directions. The immense pain got even worse when loud snaps rung out from his compressing ribcage. The metal felt almost soft now, requiring a relatively small amount of her power to finish the job. His lungs compressed as more ribs broke, and he spluttered blood a few times before dying in her arms. She dropped his limp body, admiring her pumped arms, they were like tree roots made of flesh, though she was sure they were much, much harder than any tree in the kingdom. She looked down at her unfortunate victim, only now noticing her destroyed dress had been lost during the chase. She cast a quick spell to give herself a very tight and revealing black dress with a long slit down her right leg to allow for more free movement. She looked down at the soldier, his armour had been completely ruined and mangled. It along with his chest was now about half the size it had been just one minute ago.

   She picked him up by his collar with her right hand and cast another spell, teleporting herself an the body back to her front yard. Where just like she had guessed, she found the two remaining soldiers trying to wake their still breathing commander. The audible woosh of her appearing and the thump of the body falling down, alerted them to her presence. They rose up quickly and drew their swords, visibly trembling due to her presence alone, even more so when the noticed the mangled man by her feet. She took a step towards them and they instinctively backed away, fearing for their lives. She stood in front of them placing her hands on her shapely hips and starred them down with her beautiful jade coloured eyes.
   After exchanging concerned looks the one the left spoke up, "pl- please, let us gather our dead and leave you be-"
   "W- we won't say a word of this to anyone" his friend pleaded.
   "We'll- inform our superiors that you're dead, th- that we killed and burnt you on the spot" she looked down at them. Two armed men pleading for their lives entirely due of her unreal power and massive presence again filled her with euphoria, she was turned on just by the thought of again using her strength, and an idea sprung to her mind.
"Come closer" she said confidently, her voice was simultaneously assertive and seductive. They slowly took careful steps towards her, while keeping their swords pointed at her. "There's good, give me your swords -the men shared a concerned look, - now! Or you'll never walk out of here!" Her raising her assertive voice instilled even more fear and they both swiftly turned their swords and gracefully handed them to her. She gripped one in each hand; the large longswords were no heavier than mere feathers in her arms. She examined the one in her right hand, twisting and swinging it with no effort. "Can you really fight with something this light?" The men looked completely dumbfounded by her inquiry.

   Before they could think of an answer she lifted the right sword over her shoulder, the soldiers ducked instantly, fearing she'd kill them. Her arm came down incredibly fast, launching the sword into a tree roughly 20 meters [65.6ft] away. With a loud crack it sent splinters flying in the air and passed straight through the over a century old maple's trunk, like an arrow through paper. Several secondary cracks rung out from the woods where it disappeared. She went to examine her handiwork and found her fist fit inside the hole, though her forearm was way too thick to fit. Another thought came into her mind. She thrust the sword halfway into the dirt, pulled back her right arm, and released a devastating punch. Her forearm forced the wood apart with loud creaks, pulling it back from the hole that was roughly half as large now, she felt her meaty forearm and found no damage on her flawless silky skin. Them men got closer, curious about what she had done. The hole through the obliterated wood was a sight to behold. She lifted the remaining sword from the ground, unsure of how far the other had flown. And prepared to swing, in another incredibly fast move, the swords cut through both of the roughly 20cm [7.8in] wide sides still holding the trunk up. The sword cut through the wood like canvas, dropping the trunk onto the destroyed stump. Only the trunk began to fall towards her, swiftly the sword was driven to the ground and the massive woman lifted her arms up to welcome the tree. Slowly it fell, the men took a few steps back to avoid being crushed, thinking they could finally escape when the woman would be crushed. But to their surprise, when her hand met the trunk, it was completely stopped in its tracks. Her shoulders filled with several large striations, each thicker than a tree branch. While her biceps were pumped up to the size of watermelons and forearms to thick tree branches of steel like feminine flesh. Her legs too increased in size and definition under the enormous weight, her right quad ripping the slit up to her hips, nearly ripping the dress completely apart. Her arms were bent slightly inwards, straightening them compressed her waist, emphasizing her hourglass figure, and widened her trapezoids enough to cause a large tear from her neck halfway down her back. This revealed nearly all of the boulder like ridges that filled her wide back and shoulders. Suddenly she squatted down, and her pumpkin-like buttocks forced themselves straight through the thin fabric, and her incredible torso sized thighs ripped the rest of the lower dress which fell to the ground, leaving her with barely her breasts and abdominals covered. Using her enormous thighs, surely capable of crushing boulders, she rose back up with enough speed to send the trunk back up straight. Before it had time to fall again, she wrapped her arms all the way around it, and lifted it back into the air.

   Slowly she increased pressure and the wood let out wails as it was forced to compress under her superhuman might. In just 30 seconds the weaker of them began to fall apart, splinters shooting out all around her limbs, and after a minute the trunk residing above her arms fell in front of her with an enormous crash. The small block of wood left between her limbs was now reduced to a size smaller than her pumped forearms. She grabbed it with her right arm, looked at the two distressed men standing right by her house's north wall, and with a small squeeze broke it in two. She picked up the sword from the ground and approached the soldiers, backing them against the house. Her whole body was now pumped up and glistening with a small layer of sweat from her 'workout'. And standing so close her true size was apparent to them, the top of their heads barely reaching her chin, and their shoulders not even as wide as her chest. Looking down each of her abdominals far larger than their fists, and her thighs as wide as their torsos under the metal plates. The slit in front of her destroyed garment reached down enough to reveal the top two rows of the 8 bricks that made up her abdomen, just before cutting off above her hips, revealing the black lingerie that seemingly was a perfect fit for her 'small' waist and enormous hips.
   "No doubt I won't have to explain what will happen to you -she lifted up the sword, grabbing both ends of the steel blade- if any more soldiers show up here -she began twisting it into a circle that resembled a novelty ring- unannounced after you two leave." She dropped the warm weapon between them. The two frantically nodded in unison for several seconds. "Now gather the bodies and get the fuck out of my sight!" the men worked as fast as they could, gathering the bodies to the front gate in two minutes. She kept watching, leaninig against a corner of the house and though about what she'd do with the commander, perhaps it would be wise to just kill him too, she wondered. I'll have just a bit of fun with him before that though. When the men went to pick him up she stopped them, "he's staying here, you are done- now go!" In no place to refute her will, they sprinted to the gate and began to slowly drag the bodies down the road. She lifted the commander onto her left shoulder, carried him inside and dumped him in the middle of the living room. Casting a spell to repair the door and the frame, and reorganize all the drawers she had thrown about.