I wish I had that potion to help me calm down after a hard day of work and relax!
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The wooden door to the small, quaint abode swung open as Marion shambled inside. Her armor clinked as she moved, following her body as she drug her feet across the ground and her arms hung limp at her sides. “Gods, it is good to be back home.” She had just spent the last couple of months completing a high bounty quest and after spending a few days in the city filling out all the proper paperwork to make sure she got paid for it she was spent. She didn’t realize just how exhausted she was until she got home and was finally able to let go of the tension she had been holding in her upper back. Her entire body was sore, each muscle aching as the fatigue from adventuring, slaying monsters, and clearing out an abandoned castle paid its toll. Yet she still wasn’t free to relax just yet.
She unbuckled her sheathe from her hip, letting it and her sword clatter to the ground. She reached across her torso, placing one hand over the wrist of her other and unbuckled the strap holding her gauntlet flesh with the rest of her armor. After slipping the gauntlet off and unfastening the inner leather glove from the metal shell she did the same for the other hand. The next part of doffing her armor required her to take off her arm protection, meaning that each arm needed to have its couter, vambrace, and pauldron removed. It was as simple as unfastening a couple of buckles and sliding them down her arm but it still took time and every shift, twist, or pull of her arms sent her muscles screaming. With her arm protection finally off she could move onto removing the heaviest piece of her armor, the cuirass. She had to twist her arms close to her sides to unbuckle the straps along the side of her torso and near her shoulders. This was already a difficult task to do by oneself but with the constant ache coursing through her arms it was a painful task to complete. Her shoulders untensed as the weight of the backplate and breastplate were removed, letting her stretch them and loosen what tight muscles she could. Now that she could easily bend over she got to work on her leg protection. It was a similar process to her arm protection but made easier by the fact her arms weren’t supporting the weight of dozens of pounds of metal. One by one she unfastened the straps and buckles holding her cuisses, poleyns, and greaves in place leaving her in just a gambeson and chainmail shirt.
“Finally!” Marion groaned as she stretched. She held her arms out by her sides, bent at the elbows, and slowly twisted her back from side to side. Small gasps escaped her lips as each pop of her bones released a ton of tension she had been holding onto. But she wasn’t done yet. Even after taking 12 minutes to doff her suit of armor she needed to polish it to prevent it from rusting. She grabbed her block of wax and a mixture of oils before getting to work. She enjoyed taking care of her armor, tenderly giving it back its sheen like it was a part of her but… it was time consuming. Even with the half-assed job she did due to being exhausted, it took a few hours and all she could think of was lying down in her bed and giving her sore body a well deserved rest.
After putting her suit of armor and sword away she stumbled on over to her bed which she ungracefully fell backwards onto. “Oof.” She grunted as her back plopped down onto the lumpy mattress. She just laid there, staring straight up at the ceiling with her arms and legs slightly spread apart. She stayed like that for a good stretch of time, her aching muscles burning even as they rested, driving her mad. She couldn't relax like this. The only thing her mind could focus on was just how overworked her body was and she couldn’t bear it any longer.
“Ugh!” Marion grunted as she sat up in her bed and began rummaging through the drawers of her dressers. She recalled doing a mission for some witch not too long ago who, instead of paying her in coins, gave her a potion which they claimed would ‘make her feel soft and relaxed’. “Ah-hah!” Marion pulled out a filled flask out from the drawer and held it up in front of her face. It was a vibrant, beautiful orange with shades of pink and purple swirling around within it. It looked almost like that witch took the sunset sky itself and somehow trapped it in a bottle. “I really hope this works…” Marion hesitated for a moment before popping the potions cork off and downing the entire flask's contents. It slid down her throat easily, the liquid was somehow both warm and cold at the same time making the sweet, citrus and berry mixture oddly soothing. “Ah!” Marion exhaled and wiped the remnants of the potion from the corner of her lips with the back of her hand before plopping back down onto her bed.
It didn’t take long for that same warm yet cold sensation that tickled her throat to spread out across her body, radiating from her gut all the way to her toes and fingertips. She felt her muscles relax, like they were fists clenched tight and they finally opened up and released all their tension. She let her head sink further into her mattress, a small moan escaping her mouth as she finally managed to get relaxed. It felt like she was drifting away on a cloud, lulling her into a deep, soothing bliss as she closed her eyes. That bizarrely comfortable sensation of heat and cold swelled between her legs and across her chest, building more and more in intensity until it was too much for her and her eyes shot open.
“What the-?!” Marion shouted as she watched her breasts grow before her eyes, pulling her tank top up with them as the underside of her boobs became exposed to the stagnant air. She wrapped her arms underneath them as she sat up, clutching them tight to her ribcage as if she was trying to push them back in but they only continued to expand. “I don’t understand… Why is the potion doing this and why-” As she squeezed tighter her arms brushed over nipples, sending a jolt of the overwhelming hot yet cold sensation down her spine. “-does it feel so good?~” Her top was stretched taut over her tits and just as it was about to tear it sprung up, resting atop the expanse that was her bosom.
Her arms began to shake as her breasts grew heavier and heavier, her back trembled as it supported their weight at such an odd angle until- She fell back down onto the bed as their weight became too much for her wary arms to carry. The swollen globes of sensitive flesh wobbled on her chest, like a slime monster as it jumped around. The twin peaks were spilling over her body, pinning her arms to the side. Her nipples stood erect at the tips, jutting up into the air on top of the puffy mounds of her swollen areolas. Her pussy and nipples throbbed in sync with her accelerated heartbeat, demanding attention. She tried to wiggle her arms free but all she could manage was to squirm her shoulders and send her soft, gelatinous-esque boobs shaking with them. “Fuck~ That’s…~” Marion bit her bottom lip as she stifled a frustrated whine. “Gods this feels good~ I just wish I could touch my breasts or play with my pussy~”