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Temba sighed as she stared out the window from inside her home, the outside was barely visible with this rain. The sound of the raindrops against the wood was almost deafening. The storm wasn’t letting up any time soon, which reduced the chances of her guest leaving for the night.
Her head turned to peak over her shoulder at said guest. Morgan was her name, an imperial, shrouded in cloaks, the only part of her Temba could properly see were her hands and face, she had a tanned which shone like bronze before the light of the fireplace, her hair was a soft shade of dirty blonde, she could see wisps of it from underneath her hood. The attire and feats of magic she had performed were indicative she was a mage.
Temba honestly didn’t like magic all that much, like most nords, but if she used it to keep her lumbermill safe from those damnable bears then she was alright with her. Earlier today, Morgan had spilled some alchemical concoction around the area of her mill and some of the nearby woods that would the wildlife away for a time. She even brought her those bear pelts like she had asked for.
Now Temba would sleep warm, covered in the fur of those vile animals.
Morgan seemed nice enough, but by the gods did that girl sound soft like a mound. She spoke in a soft manner, always so quietly and politely. The nord in her thought it as a sign of weakness, but the tired lumberjack in her was just glad at least somebody made her days less difficult.
Temba had an attitude problem, she admitted, complaining about the damn bears and other animals every day of the week. But she felt entitled to do so, seeing how they were harming her business and this adventurer was the only one who had bothered to help with her requests.
So when the storm started so suddenly, Temba didn’t waste a second to lead her into her house. What was she thinking? The inn was close by, and she had neither the experience nor the patience to handle a guest.
Well, she liked Morgan enough, so she supposed it’d be proper of her to treat her with the respect she earned and be a good host to her.
Even though Temba was thankful for her work, and liked her enough, she could help but be a bit unnerved at Morgan’s eyes. So… golden, piercing, they seemed to hide secrets, like there was more to this girl than one could find at first glance.
Regardless, she would show a bit more of that (ugh) ‘kindness’ the priests always spewed about. So she started by making dinner. Morgan had also brought some nice game with her when she set off to kill the surrounding predators, and had insisted that she helped her cook. Adding some spices to their meat only made it more delicious.
“So” Temba said over dinner, the two were sitting on opposite sides of her small round table. “You’re an adventurer”
Morgan smiled. “Of a sort” Her hood was down, so she could see that sandy blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. Those golden eyes of her at clear view…
Temba tried to ignore them. “Hmph, dangerous work in Skyrim”
“I studied in Winterhold, and I know how to handle myself in a fight both with magic and weapons. Besides” She leaned in, resting her elbow on the table, running a hand through a lock of hair. “I love exploring, the discovery of new and ancient places, the thrill of seeking knowledge… I will admit, I also like fighting”
Huh, so this girl had a fighting spirit too. From her manners and soft voice, Temba would have never guessed.
“You travel alone?”
“Sometimes” Morgan replied. “But I have friends. People I’ve helped, they’ve asked to join me in my quests” The lumberjack nodded as she served herself more mead. “But enough about me, I’d like to know more about you. Have you always worked on the mill?”
“Since I was little” Temba said. “Sort of a family inheritance, it’s what I’ve known for years. Chop down a tree, carry it, cut it into pieces, make lumber. Easy routine”
“Carrying a tree trunk?” She said in surprise, her golden eyes wide open. “My, but that thing must way several times heavier than you”
Temba barked a short life. “Oh kiddo, any lumberjack worth his salt knows how to handle a little tree. Sometimes you need more than one people sure, but you build up strength to carry a trunk by yourself.” All the swinging of an axe, the lifting of heavy logs, years of it is prepares your body for this heavy work.
“I see” The corners of her lips twisted into a smile. “Is that why they call you ‘Wide-Arms’?” She said coyly.
The lumberjack grinned in reply. It was actually a mark of pride to be called that, it was an accurate description, and she felt it represented all her hard work as a lumberjack.
“Take a look yourself” Temba lifted her left, closing her fist and slowly bending it. The cloth of her dress strained against the rising muscle. She grabbed a hold of her sleeve and rolled it up, revealing the bicep that split from her arm.
“Oh my” Morgan sounded delighted.
Temba chuckled, with no small amount of pride. “Yep. Years of hard work gives you these”
The mage lifted a delicate hand. “May I?”
The lumberjack shrugged. “Sure”
Tanned fingers and palm reached from the other side of the table and grasped her bicep. Temba couldn’t help but feel their softness and think that it felt… rather nice.
“Hmm, solid as rock” Morgan said oh so softly. “They must be over fourteen inches” She squeezed her muscle.
Temba didn’t know why a warm feeling was spreading through her body, or why she felt so… distracted by Morgan’s golden eyes. So piercing, like they could see through her.
Like they called to her…
Temba snapped out of it and awkwardly coughed, bringing down her arm. “Thanks. Can’t cut down wood if you don’t have the strength for it”
“Hmm” She made that sound again. “Are you happy with your life here?”
Temba pondered for a moment. “It’s not that I don’t like it, but my work gets more difficult with all those damn animals” She wasn’t getting younger either, one day she would be unable to life another tree trunk again without hiring help.
“Haven’t you ever wanted to go out? Have adventures?”
“When I was a kid, sure, any kid in Skyrim does. But, eventually you wake up, you grow up and get these responsibilities” She knew how to swing an axe and defend herself from predators, but she lacked any quality weapon. All Temba had was her attitude and her Wide-Arms.
“Hmm” Again that damn sound. “What would you say I helped you with your work?”
Temba raised a brow. “You wanna work for me?”
“Oh no” Morgan giggled in reply. “You see, I know my way around a potion” She bent down and reached for her backpack, searching through the contents. “I like to help people you see, make their lives easier. And… well, there is another reason”
She reached whatever it was she was looking for and pulled it out. It was a medium sized bottle, looked like a healing potion. “I can… see this ‘strength’ buried deep inside some people. Their spirit, their inner might caged within, struggling to get out”
Temba thought back to her piercing eyes. “Okay…” She wasn’t sure where this creepy talk was coming from.
“I like to help them… release it” There was something in her voice Temba couldn’t quite place. “So I make these” She help up the potion. “Strength Potions”
Ah, so that’s what it was. “Taken some of them before” When she was recovering from a sickness but there was still work to be done.
She seemed to find her reply hilarious as she giggled. “Oh not like these. You see, their effect is permanent, and they are… well, much more interesting” She offered it to her by placing it on the table. “It’s yours, if you want it”
Permanent strength potion? Sounded too good to be true. But Morgan had helped her a lot before, so she had no reason to distrust her now.
Yet when she said the effects were more ‘interesting’, a feeling of suspicion arouse. Then she looked at Morgan’s golden eyes, and any feeling of doubt seemed to wash away.
“Well, not gonna say no to my job becoming easier” Temba said as she grabbed the bottle and pulled out the cork. “Bottoms up” And so quickly downed it.
All the while, Morgan watched with a near child-like giddy expression.
She was told the potion took some hours to take effects, so Temba and Morgan went to sleep.
Temba woke up with the thunder, sitting up with a start as cold sweat drenched her dress. Gods she felt so thirsty…
She pulled herself from the bed, rubbing her forehead as she reached for a basin full of water on her nightstand and grabbed a metallic cup, filling it and quickly drinking the refreshing contents.
Setting the cup down, Temba took a few deep breaths to calm herself. She felt a heat building up inside her, a pressure spreading from her stomach. For a moment she wondered if the meat she had eaten had made her sick.
She stood up from the bed, her feet idly carried her to the window. The storm was still going strong, the lighting flashed, the thunder followed.
Then, a pang of pain struck her.
Temba groaned, holding her stomach as the pressure became stronger. Beads of sweat rolled down from her forehead.
The clothes started to feel tighter, her body heavier. Temba desperate looked at herself and found her body to be… growing.
Her famed arms were becoming larger, denser, growing in width and length as the muscle increased, her forearms thickened as her shoulders inflated. Her back widened as her stomach grew tighter, holding her hand against her clothes revealed the existence of various rolls of muscle now taking residence on her one flat stomach.
Her legs quivered as they stained against the seams of her skirt. Though she couldn’t see them, she could feel her thighs widening, splitting into multiple muscles as her calves became diamond shaped.
Temba growled out, between the panic and the confusion there was also this… thrill, this energy that filled her completely and threatened to burst. It felt good, amazing. As her chest solidified, her breasts pushed up and her nipples became erect.
Her legs tore the skirt from the sides, setting them free as they pushed. Her glutes hardened with the widening of her hips, the sound of her smallclothes snapping was heard amidst the tearing of the fabric.
The sleeves teared open in the middle, revealing voluminous biceps, so thick and defined they could only belong to a highly seasoned warrior. The back of her dress was torn to shreds, she arched back as her breasts tore the fronts with such force pieces of the fabric were sent flying.
The heat inside her reached its apex, it cascaded down from her stomach into her lower regions. Temba growled savagely when it reached her loins. Warm liquid rolled down her inner thighs.
As the orgasm died down, Temba could breath again. She looked down at herself to a body that was most definitely not hers.
She was huge, enormous; tatters of her clothing were all that remained. Standing close to seven feet, her muscles were as big as the biggest nord man she had seen. But aside from raw proportion they were all so magnificently marked. Her stomach was plated with eight balls of flesh. Her thighs were like the tree trunks she cut down so often. Her modest breasts had grown in size, supported by a thick granite chest.
And her arms, oh good gods her arms, ‘Wide-Arms’ has never been more an appropriate title.
Twenty-two inches of pure muscle rose with the slightest movement, veins as thick as her smallest finger crisscrossed them like roads on a map. She raised on an flex, gaping at how big it was, running at hand over it Temba was delighted at sheer hardness of her muscle. Looking down on her body again, she tore the remains of her clothes, leaving her completely naked.
Gods, what had happened to her?
“Beautiful…”
Temba snapped at the voice.
Morgan was sitting on a chair, a look of utter delight adorning her blushing cheeks.
The lumberjack suddenly understood. “You… your potion, you did this to me…”
Morgan smiled and nodded.
Temba wanted to tear her limb from limb. She was already marching towards her to do so. Her heavy footsteps stumping on the wooden floor, muscles shifting with each movement.
“What gave you the right to treat me like some experiment, mage?!”
The mage tilted her head. “I only wanted to release the goddess inside you”
And with a wave of her hand, she conjured a mirror of magic, making Temba stopped.
She looked so… beautiful. Looking at it from another perspective, her muscles made her feel like a warrior maiden from legend, so stout and hardened, like she could bend metal with her bare hands.
Said hands began exploring herself. From the ridges of her abs to the plates of her chest, Temba then flexed both her arms and felt her arousal grow once again at the sight of those peeks rising like mountains.
She never felt so alive…
Morgan dispelled the mirror, and looked at her with those golden eyes. While those eyes first caused nervousness, now Temba could only look at them with… desire. She loved how they seemed to worship her. She looked so small compared to her.
And worship her she did, Morgan ran her hands over Temba’s new musculature, delicate fingers exploring each and every deep crevice of her muscles, tracing the veins oh so slowly. Temba’s nipples were like rocks, and they wouldn’t be getting any harder.
“Oh my…” Morgan breathed out in arousal, bringing her hands around one of her biceps. “’Wide-Arms’ doesn’t even cover how beautiful these are”
She brought her lips to the muscle, plating a soft kiss. It last for a couple of seconds before she pulled away, letting out a breath. The sound made Temba’s loins burn.
Once more she brought her lips to the bicep, leaving a trail of muscles as she run her hands over the other parts of her body.
Temba’s eyes rolled back. “More…” She flexed her arm for her, which Morgan welcomed with utter delight.
To be worshiped like this, to possess such a mighty body, Temba felt like she was experiencing the highest of pleasures.
Her urges only increased when with a tug of her hand, Morgan completely unrobed herself, standing naked before her. She was such a petite thing, small perky breasts, a tight waist and thin legs.
Temba had to fuck her, she needed to.
So when Morgan kissed her breasts and took a nipple into her mouth, the lumberjack couldn’t hold herself any longer. She grabbed her by the butt and lifted her, she weighted nothing, letting her legs wrap around her muscular midsection, her folds pressing against her muscles, she was so wet.
They kissed, furiously. And Temba laid her down on her bed, spreading her legs as she grinded her loins against hers, the friction sending unbearable waves of pleasure through their bodies. The thrusts of her muscular hips made Morgan moan like a virgin, her soft voice never sounded more arousing.
Their climax came quickly, but it did not signal their end.
It must have been hours later when they finally stopped. Temba laid with her broad back to her mattress, Morgan, so delicate and petite, rested her head over the union between the lumberjack’s shoulder and chest. Her arms wrapped around her muscular figure.
“So, this is what you meant earlier” Temba said. “About releasing the strength inside people”
“Hmm” The mage moaned. “I see these… beautiful goddesses inside strong willed women such as yourselves, and I set them free” Morgan directed her golden eyes to her. “I love… seeing the power inside them coming to the surface” She planted a soft kiss to her chest, followed by another, then another, as she made her way to her nipple.
Temba began to understand her better, Morgan wasn’t this delicate figure, she was a temptress, this… gift she had given her was as much for her own pleasure as was Temba’s.
But the gift had been so wonderful Temba could only treasure it. So she brought her thick arms around her, pulling her close. She moaned at Morgan’s ministrations, her tongue swirling around her nipple, her fingers pushing into the folds of her womanhood.
Temba rolled them until she was over her, caging her with magnificent muscular body. Morgan’s look was of utter delight.
The lumberjack kissed her, it was very gentle. “Thank you, I’ll treasure your gift”
And made love to this wonderful dark seductress.
Temba now wore furs that covered only her breasts and a kilt like some bandits or barbarians did. Why would she want to hide her magnificent body after all?
The tree she had cut down required at least three people to lift it. But Tembe merely squatted down and grabbed a hold of it. She grunted, biceps bulging with the strain as veins rose over them, she lifted the great log all by herself and placed it over her shoulder.
She saw Morgan standing by, smiling at her so sweetly. She stood on her tiptoes and put her arms around Temba’s thick neck, kissing her one more time as Temba pulled her closer by the waist with her free arm.
“Feel free to come by any time”
Morgan let out a soft sound she had come to love. “Maybe I’ll send you an invitation to one of my ‘parties’. So you can meet others like you”
“Oh?” Temba raised an intrigued eyebrow. “Muscle bound lumberjacks?”
The mage giggled. “Goddesses, iron maidens”
They shared one last passionate kiss before reluctantly letting go, least the need overcame her and they ended up fucking in the middle of the forest.
Temba watched her go with a smile. With a heave of her chest, muscles tightening and bulging, she continued her work, daring any bear to mess with her now.
