Tera Korva-7
Dominion Planet of the Elven Empire
12:28 standard galactic time
Anna walked through the Lush forests of her home world. Enjoying the unique blend of nature and elven engineering. All around her various fauna and flora were in bloom. The world around her was filled with greenery and color. The path she trod was a vast wooden walkway. An extension of the one the scions of the great tree. Its roots and branches had been grown to specification by a combination of genetic engineering and advanced horticulture practices. Of course the best part of her walk was reveling in her new size. A few weeks ago the tournament of succession had begun. A new chief would be decided by various rigors of combat, and as per the sacred rights the biggest and strongest would emerge successful and lead the tribe forward. That in and of itself was only the first stepping stone to even greater power. Once a chief whole new paths opened up, a chief could choose to wage war, to take size from other tribes and clans, and if they could grow enough they could lay claim to the title of high lord. From there the options became even more tantalizing.
Anna stopped at a nearby tree. A vine growing from it had beautiful blue flowers, whose petals had swirls of pink in them. A few weeks ago she had been barely 6 ft tall. A small weakling by elven standards. She had signed up for the tournament mostly out of desperation. Seeking relief from the harsh mundanity of life in the thrill of battle. And what a thrill it was. The first time she earned a victory and grew she was ill prepared for the side effects. As such the colosseum attendants got quite a treat as she exploded out of her armor and nearly orgasmed from the growth. A lesson learned, still if she was able to grow her beauty and influence and enjoy the competition all the better. Six victories later she was nearly 12 ft tall. Though it wasn't without drawbacks. When battling for height each opponent could wager a variety of their aspects. A few of her crafty competitors had wagered their height and curves in a manner Anna hadn't been prepared for.
As such, Anna's height and strength had outstripped her curves. She wasn't flat, but being so tall meant that what would have been D-cups on a smaller elf were barely B-cups on her. She was still perky, and the tight top she wore backed by her lean figure still accentuated her femininity. Another harsh lesson learned, in future fights she would be making sure to double check the wagers and where her gains would be going.
“Enjoying the new size?” Said a voice next to Anna. Anna flinched, looking around for the voice. The “tree” next to Anna began to move and Anna realized it had simply been the detailed skirt of a much larger elven woman.
“Lady Vil'ashea! You surprised me, I didn't think someone of your size could be so…sneaky.” Anna said, fumbling for a better word. The larger woman slowly moved to lay down. Her enormous form obscuring the entire path as she did so. At 100 ft tall Lady Vil'ashea was a high lord, and not someone to take lightly. At nearly ten times Anna's size she could crush the smaller warrior easily, with the anatomy of her choice to boot.
“Please, I told you, call me Sylvi.” Lady Vil'ashea said.
“Yes my Lady-er Sylvi.” Anna replied.
“Very good, now do you know why I'm here?”
“I assume you're here to check on me. I mean you did help sponsor me for chiefdom. The weapons are super helpful, especially the laser bow.” Anna said, eyes lighting up with an almost childlike glee.
“Great tree help me, no one can even use those! Also, we have business to discuss.” Sylvi said, grabbing Anna and placing her between her enormous endowments. Anna tried to object as the much larger Sylvi seized her and placed her somewhere unfathomably soft.
“Must I sit here! I am a warrior, not a concubine or mating stimulant.” Anna pouted.
“Shush now, listen. As you know you're up to fight this weekend against Thora Redleaf. But there's a problem.” Sylvi said.
“Please, I can beat Thora. She's all brawn and no brains.” Anna said.
“Yes, but she only needs to wager the minimum ten percent of her height, and she'll still qualify for advancement. You know the check is this weekend right?”
“Well yes, but I uh, well you're my sponsor. I thought you'd help make up the difference.” Anna said. She then began to panic as the soft cushions around her tightened. Anna flexed, and pushed outward as hard as she could to make some breathing room. But the immense supple breasts of Sylvi simply flowed around her, smothering her slowly.
“Impudent little rascal. My height is my own. We are elves, you earn your place or you learn your place.” Sylvi said, her tone growing hot with anger.
“Bu-but, the next check is 18 ft. I'm just over 12 ft. And Thora is 17 feet! Even if I win, I'll be disqualified!” Anna shouted as Sylvi's tits completely encompassed her.
“Exactly, you need some extra height. And I know where to find it. Meet me at the broken birch tavern an hour before sundown.” Sylvi said. She waited a moment for a reply, when none came she smiled. Then slowly backed off the pressure she was applying to her chest. Anna was released, gasping for air.
“I will show you how to game the system little Anna De'ravia.” Sylvi said.
With that Sylvi rose leaving Anna gasping for breath on the ground. A few moments passed and when Anna was sure Sylvi was gone she spoke softly.
“Crazy bitch. Still I need the help. I can't go back to a normal life. Not after the thrills I've experienced from growing, and fighting and earning my power. Still, I wish I didn't have to rely on a high lord so much.” Anna said.
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