Tharja groaned in pleasure as she felt a rumbling in her body. She watched as she began grow size. Even with how stretchy Tharja’s body suit was, it was obliterated, leaving the dark mage completely naked.
Morgan could feel Tharja’s stomach walls began to move apart from Morgan. The tactician sighed in relief as he found that he had more space. However that relief soon went away when realized why he had more space, “T-Tharja, is everything alright out there?” Even though Morgan was in an uncomfortable situation he was naturally the type of person to put others needs before his own,
“Everything is fine my sweet Morgan, you are just getting a bigger room is all.” Tharja let out a chuckle as she continued getting taller, thankfully Tharja’s had a rather tall tent so she wouldn’t have to worry about her head hitting the ceiling of the tent.
Not that she had to worry about that when her Tharja’s cot broke beneath her, Tharja grunted as she fell landed on the ground, her breasts jiggling from the impact. The dark mage was now an astounding 9 feet tall, her stomach was now a smooth, round orb rather than a tight outline of Morgan.
“My this quite nice, wouldn’t you agree Morgan?” Tharja asked as she tenderly stroked her stomach.
“I guess, I’m not cramped but can you please let me out Tharja?” Morgan asked softly, the boy now sitting in Tharja’s stomach, leaning back against her stomach wall.
What next?
1. Someone heard Tharja cot break and enters her tent,
2. Now that Tharja is bigger, one of her methods of letting Morgan out is much easier.
3. Tharja’s assets start growing causing Tharja getting even more hornier and she is starting to get more reluctant of letting Morgan out,
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