[Micheal]

Hello! I’ve been trying to find this guy’s stories for a while, since people keep telling me they are very good, but sadly he has deactivated his Deviantart account and most of his stories are now impossible to find. Does anybody happen to have them saved somewhere? Or know a way I can contact him directly?

[Micheal]

Anybody?

[sebastian roth]

i found this one…

Growing Bianca
by Kyotaro-oro
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“Alright, come out guys!” a feminine voice chirped happily as a pair of capsules opened up, beams of light shooting out from within and taking shape upon the ground. The first beam hit the ground and suddenly expanded greatly in size, nearly matching the young blonde in size. As the light faded, a red and brown pig-like being stood on its hind legs, arms folded in front of itself as it gave a light smirk. The large pig-like being snorted before cracking a grin, knowing that if it displayed any form of affection more physical it might accidently hurt her with its incredible physical strength.



“Pignite!” he remarked happily, looking up to his trainer.



The second beam expanded only slightly, taking on a shape and form rather tiny compared to Pignite’s. Walking on all fours with rather unkempt fur, the small being resembled a puppy dog. Its face was covered in a creamy-coloured fur coat, whilst the rest of its body was covered in a more reddish-brown fur save for a patch of darker fur on its back. Its mouth was obscured by a patch of fur hanging over it like some form of mustache.



“Lilli! Lillipup!” he barked equally as enthusiastically as Pignite, looking up with wide eyes towards his trainer.



The young, blonde girl smiled happily as she knelt down slightly to pet both her Pokemon. She was a young teenager with blonde hair who wore a large green hat, a white blouse with short, poofy sleeves and an orange vest with a white dress and orange stockings and green shoes on her feet. Her body, for her age, was rather shapely with wide hips and a modest but ample chest. A green bag hung from her shoulder, sitting by her hips. Her eyes were wide and blue as the sky, her smile as radiant as the sunbeams.



”I thought you guys might be feeling a little tired of being in your Pokeballs all day, so lets walk together!” she told them, earning an enthusiastic affirmative from both of her Pokemon. She smiled again – she was always so happy to see her Pokemon having a good time together. Turning forwards, she began to walk in step with her Pokemon through the forest path before them – though the forest was thick with trees, the constant flow of travelers through the region meant a path had been made for these travelers to get through the forest more easily, for which Bianca was glad. Cheren and White would be exasperated if she kept showing up late all the time!



She thought of the both of them as she walked with her Pokemon. Both White and Cheren had gotten so strong over the course of their adventures – Bianca couldn’t hold a candle to either of the two these days, especially Cheren. He seemed to have progressed in leaps and bounds since their journey began! Of course, she didn’t expect anything less of him – he was always so determined to be strong, always busy studying and training. It was no wonder he’d come so far. But White wasn’t too far behind, either – she’d gotten through on sheer grit and determination and time and time again she’d confronted and beaten the odds.



At that thought just a tiny hint of jealousy rang in her heart. Still smiling, but not so much now, Bianca looked down at the path before her. Had she gotten much stronger? Had she improved? She’d essentially ran from home to go on this journey, but she’d constantly slipped up or gotten lost along the way. She didn’t want to be jealous of her friends, but nevertheless a part of her wished she could keep up with them.



“They’re so far ahead…” Bianca muttered with a sigh. Noticing this, Pignite and Lillipup both cast each other and Bianca a glance. Looking around, Lillipup searched the ground before noticing a small item. Seeming to smile, the little Normal-type stepped over and picked it up in his mouth before walking back to Bianca’s side, nudging her leg softly.



”Hm? Lillipup?” Bianca asked before kneeling down to Lillipup’s level. Nudging her again, he beckoned her hand. Holding it out for him, Lillipup proceeded to drop a small item in her palm. At that, Bianca raised a brow and inspected the item. It seemed to be some sort of small candy in a wrapper. Inspecting the wrapper carefully, she studied the words written across them – “RARE CANDY”.



”Ooh… Thank you Lillipup! I’ve never found these before! Come to think of it, didn’t Cheren mention these before?” Bianca wondered aloud, her eyes narrowing on the item again. She tried to recall his words on the subject, but all that came to mind was that steely gaze of his as he readied himself for a battle. She giggled at the mental image. Shrugging her shoulders, Bianca stood right back up and began to unwrap the candy, rather misguidedly thinking it a normal candy. “Oh well, a snack’s a snack!”.



Popping the small candy into her mouth, she smiled wide as she chewed the candy and swallowed it all down. The delicious taste danced on her lips still even after swallowing – it tasted great! A shame there weren’t more of them, she thought to herself. But all of a sudden she felt a strange beating in her chest, as though her heart crashed like thunder. Letting out a small belch, she flushed red as she covered her mouth, but all of a sudden the beating came once more.



Putting her hands over her chest, she tried to calm herself down in hopes that might change something, but she suddenly found herself caught off-guard as her hands strayed to her breasts, which now seemed to be… Growing? The soft flesh ballooned outwards as suddenly each breast became more than a handful could hold. Her white shirt and orange vest both began to stretch across as her breasts continued blooming. Her face turned redder as she stared at the growing globes, each now as big as her head.



Wondering how her back hadn’t snapped from the weight of the mammaries, she soon found her answer as her muscles all seemed to expand and contract rapidly. One of her hands moved down as she traced the ridges and bumps of her abdominal muscles, astonished as they felt more durable than the strongest steel. Her body bent over as the muscles in her back began beefing up considerably, growing and flexing. As the growth moved upwards, her shoulders broadened considerably enough that her orange vest burst right open, a button shooting off and piercing straight through a tree. Her white blouse pulled back up over her abdominal muscles until all of its excess space was used attempting to cover up her blimp-like breasts. The sleeves, however, burst right open as her arms began to bulk up. Taking her arms away from her body to inspect them, Bianca stared in awe as the once long and slender limbs now swelled and developed into powerful, bulging biceps and formidable forearms.



Her white skirt had began tearing down the sides, allowing for her legs to spread out from each other as each began to expand and magnify. Her thighs thickened into hardy hamstrings and capable quadriceps, her orange stockings stretching across her massive legs but managing to remain higher than the knees. With both sides of the skirt completely torn, the only thing keeping the skirt up was the waistband still tightly fastened around her waist. The white material hung over her front and back, though were it gone once could see the firm but rounded buttocks that used to draw most attention. Standing upright again, Bianca stared over her massive form in astonishment before noticing the long, blonde locks around her – a side-effect of her incredible growth into a truly massive, muscular amazon. Her hat fell to the ground as she stared over herself in shock, her Pokemon sharing her confused look. But almost a second later she seemed to forget about it, looking to her Pokemon in glee.



“I dunno what happened… But I feel great! Come on guys – Cheren and White have gotten really strong, so we need to start training!” she declared, giddily jumping in excitement. Her large feet hitting the ground caused the earth to shake and crack, with Pignite and Lillipup barely staying upright from it. But looking at how excited and happy their master was, they couldn’t refuse.



They just silently hoped she didn’t start doing some “hands-on training”.

“Is that so? Then I will meet you soon. I’m heading to the same place”



“Great! Hope to see you soon Cheren!”



The bespectacled, black-haired boy nodded and uttered a quick goodbye before turning off his XTransciever. Slipping the device back into his pocket, he wiped his brow of a little sweat as he wandered down the road in the middle of the desert. He hadn’t expected Bianca to reach Nimbasa City before him. She must have pushing herself hard, he told himself. She’d never left the small town they grew up in before, so she must have been eager to see it all. Still, it surprised him.



Bianca hadn’t seemed to change much physically. Of course, he only ever saw her head in the XTransciever, so he didn’t know if she’d ever took a change in clothes or something of the sort, but he’d noticed recently she’d apparently let her hair grow out long. But all in all, to the core, she was still the same bright, smiling girl he knew. Walking along through the desert, the thought of seeing her again gave rise to a slight change in his features – a small smile graced his face. He felt something nudge his side.



Turning his gaze down, he looked to his Servine, who appeared rather smug as she stared up at him. It was almost as if she could read his mind.



”Don’t be silly” he told the Grass-type, his face turning expressionless. “I’m not interested in her in that way. She’s a very old friend”.



Servine didn’t seem to be convinced in the slightest, simply turning back forwards with her characteristic smirk. Cheren paid her no mind. Just a short distance up ahead, he could see the desert coming to an end with the gate to Nimbasa City right on the horizon. Picking up his pace, he quickened as Servine speeded up to keep up with him. It had only taken him half an hour to clear the last distance, arriving at the gateway leading to Nimbasa City. He took a moment to look at it, a strange feeling of excitement in his chest. He fixed his glasses.



”I can’t wait to battle her again” he muttered. Thinking back to all the battles he’d had with Bianca, he remembered that he’d always beaten her. But each time, she always got that little bit closer to victory. He had a feeling that this time, their Pokemon battle would be far more intense. A battle that could send shivers down his spine. Just like his battles with White. Turning to Servine, he nodded to her before walking through the doors into the gateway.



On the inside, it was fairly normal. That panel that displayed news on the weather and the like kept running, the place was fairly empty save for a single person at a desk who offered information for newcomers and- Holy Arceus who was that giant woman bounding towards him?



Cheren suddenly felt himself scooped up in a powerful hold that pressed him tightly into the chest of whomever had approached him with suffocating force. He felt his head become pressed into her rather bulging bosom whilst her Herculean arms held him tightly. It took him a few moments to realize this giant woman was hugging him.



Released again, he fell back down onto his feet and almost stumbled over, his head spinning as he’d completely lost his wits. His black hair had become slightly messed up and his glasses sat awkwardly across his face. A cute giggle caught his attention and he cast his gaze upwards, only to gape a second later. It was Bianca. But not the Bianca he knew.



She stood about two heads taller than him at the very least, possessing a womanly hourglass figure that she’d been developing before, but not to this extent. Each breast, which was tightly restrained behind an orange tube top, was slightly bigger than his own head, as astonishing as it was. But what he noticed about her most was the sheer bulk and enormity of her muscular frame – though she lost none of her femininity, she looked immensely powerful. It was as if she’d tried to emulate the physical prowess of a Fighting-type Pokemon by training until she could punch through boulders, or she’d pumped pure steel into her veins rather than blood. Moving further down, he could see a larger version of her white longskirt hanging from her wide waist, except with slits down the sides to allow her trunk-like thighs movement. A pair of high, orange stockings covered the legs up as far as the mid-thigh, whilst her green hat sat, as always, atop her head cutely. 



She’d definitely changed more than just growing her hair out.



“B-Bianca, you’ve… Changed…” Cheren said, too speechless to really think anything else. All of his brainpower was being used to comprehend her incredible bulk.



”So you’ve noticed! I decided to let my hair grow out, but I also got some new clothes since the old ones didn’t fit as well. I noticed you’ve changed too! You’ve grown an inch or two since I last saw you!” she exclaimed excitedly, smiling that infectious smile that could make anyone smile until they passed it on to everyone else in a bizarre, smiling Zombie apocalypse. Of all the changes she’d had, she apparently thought her hair and clothes were the biggest changes.



“I… I suppose so. Say, Bianca, you seem to have… Gotten taller too” he remarked, still looking up at her. There was something about people two heads taller than you that made you want to avoid angering them no matter what, regardless of their reassuringly kind personality. She beamed again and suddenly Cheren couldn’t help but feel his cheeks turn pink. Servine would have nudged him teasingly at this moment, but the Servine was too busy copying its trainer and gaping at the massive girl before them.



“I did! It was the weirdest thing, too! I feel like I’ve got even more energy than I used to and I don’t tire out so easily. I guess all this running about has changed me!” Bianca remarked, giggling as she flexed a bicep. Cheren stared in awe as she watched it turn rock- no, harder than diamond as it bulged outwards, simultaneously tightening as all the definition of her arms showed like a network of lines that channeled pure power throughout her body. “I feel like I could take on a Conkeldurr in an arm-wrestling match!”.



“She’d probably win, too” Cheren thought as he finally closed his gaping mouth. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he felt his heart thump. Seeing her muscle flex like that flipped a switch in Cheren’s body. His face started to turn a little redder as he stepped back a bit, taking in all of her with his eyes. But Bianca noticed.



“Cheren…” she spoke, her tone changing just so slightly. It was still the distinctly girly voice she’d started with, but a little of her enthusiasm slipped away. Her face was no longer smiling as she bent herself down slowly. Cheren didn’t budge, instead keeping his eyes fixated on hers. Or maybe hers refused to let his focus on anything else. He wasn’t sure. “I’ve changed a lot, haven’t I?”.



She knew, he realized. She wasn’t acting out of ignorance – she’d known all about her large frame and the massive muscles she’d gained. She’d noticed. She may have tried to act like she didn’t notice them beforehand, but it was clear that that had only been a facade. He was seeing the Bianca underneath.



Their faces were mere inches apart, he realized as she had bent down to look him eye to eye.



“Cheren… I know I’ve gotten bigger, and I know I’ve changed a lot… But we can be the same as before, can’t we?” she asked, her blue eyes seemingly pleading with him. Suddenly a gear began to turn in his brain and his whole body felt an energy revitalize him. He sharpened his gaze.



”I don’t…”



“What was that?”



”I don’t want it to be the same as before” Cheren answered. Slowly he stepped in and all of a sudden their faces were millimeters apart. Their lips were a hair’s breadth apart. Cheren’s hand found her cheek and he let himself move forwards, his lips pressing lightly against hers. Hers were at first taken slightly aback, but soon began to sink into the rhythm his lips had created. Her arms softly, gently embraced him and she kept him close. It had only been a few moments before the two broke apart, their eyes still looking into each others’.



“Thank you” she told him, a little smile gracing her lips. It was not her infectious smile, nor was it a put-on smile, but a smile Cheren took pride in knowing could only be caused by him and him alone. But all the same, a smile was strewn across his face that only she would ever see.



“By the way…” he spoke, gaining her raised brow.



“Hm?”



“How did you get so… Big?” he asked with curiosity.



“Hm… I don’t know, but right before I changed, I ate this delicious sweet called a “Rare Candy”” she answered. He suddenly froze, staring at her.



”You do know they’re for Pokemon, right?”

“Pignite, use Flame Charge!” the young girl exclaimed. The bipedal boar let out an enthusiastic cry as its body was suddenly enveloped in flames. Shooting forwards at once, the fiery pig smashed right into the grassy snake, managing a direct hit. The sheer impact not only enveloped the snake but sent it flying through the air before crashing at the feet of its trainer. The dark-haired boy stood speechless at the sight of his defeated Servine, but nevertheless cracked a small smile before taking out its Pokeball.



”You did well, Servine,” he told the beaten snake before it returned to the Pokeball, the round capsule closing shut before he placed it back in his belt. Looking back to his opponent, he watched the huge girl lift up her Pokemon beneath its arms and twirled about excitedly in celebration. He couldn’t help but reveal a full grin as he watched her.



It was true Bianca had changed a lot. She stood more than two heads taller than he was, and in terms of size and musculature she was unmatched. Her physical prowess was such that he bet not even Pokemon of Legend like the Black and White Dragons could put up a fight with her, if they dared to fight her that was. Her blonde hair now streamed down her back, reaching as far down as her thighs. Her clothing was custom-made back in Nimbasa City to suit her new frame – an orange tube top, along with a white skirt with slits down the sides to allow more movement for her incredibly powerful legs. Her green hat though was still the same one she started with. But she no longer wore stockings or shoes, having outgrown them. She didn’t seem to mind.



“You’ve gotten better,” Cheren remarked, smirking as he walked over to Bianca. Bianca smiled, looking back to him as she set down her Pignite and returned him to his Pokeball. Suddenly scooping up Cheren, she held him tightly against her chest, with their heads roughly level as she pressed a kiss on his cheek.



”You’ve improved too though! Even with a type-advantage I almost lost!” Bianca responded before setting him down. Cheren couldn’t help but flush red. Not at her remark – he was quite comfortable receiving praise – but because of the kiss on his cheek. Not to mention his rather close proximity to her chest.



Well, he was a teenager.



Cheren looked above to see that the sky had turned red, but was steadily darkening. In some places he could already see the stars coming out. The sun was slowly descending past the horizon, he realized.



“The sun’s setting. It would be no good to keep traveling when it gets dark, so we should probably set up camp here…” Cheren remarked, earning a beaming grin as Bianca bent over so that their faces were level.



“Sounds good! I bought a bigger tent back in Nimbasa, so I’ll get started setting up!” she replied with that infectious smile. Cheren couldn’t help but feel a smile spreading across his own face too. Going back to their bags the two proceeded to unpack their tents and start pitching them. It had taken a few attempts, with Bianca accidentally knocking over Cheren’s tent once, before the two finally had both of their tents up. A large, green tent for Bianca and a smaller, blue tent for Cheren.



The two retired to their tents and each zipped the front of their tents shut. Within his tent, Cheren pulled up his sleeping bag and slid inside, sitting himself snugly within it’s comforting fabric. He had taken off his glasses and put them aside in a special case, to make sure they didn’t break during the night. Without his glasses, he looked somewhat younger. Indeed, there was no sign of that constant look of concentration his face bore, even during happier moods. There was no sign of intellectualistic inspection. There was just his pale, boyish features.



His eyes had shut and his mind had begun to go adrift. His breathing had become soft as he tried to fall asleep. He felt himself fading into sleep, fading, fading… But ultimately never reaching his destination. In spite of his attempts to fall asleep, a thumping in the ground caught his attention. His hearing picked up on it quickly, but soon it felt more like the ground was shaking. Then it stopped.



Zip.



“Um… Cheren? Do you mind if I… Share with you?” a feminine voice shyly spoke.



Cheren’s eyes practically popped open. He didn’t even look in her direction at first, totally caught off guard. But slowly, his gaze turned down towards the opening of his tent, where Bianca’s flushed face stared at him. She no longer wore her green hat, but her blonde hair fell about her head in such a manner as to frame it perfectly. With those large eyes staring at him pleadingly, it took all of his willpower not to immediately submit.



“W-Why do you want to… Um, share?” he asked hesitantly, barely able to comprehend her question.



“Um… I have a large enough tent… But I couldn’t find a large enough sleeping bag, and it’s cold…” she mumbled. He stared, unblinking. His jaw dropped for a moment, hanging by its hinges, but eventually he found himself able to reclaim some sense of consciousness.



“O-Of course…” he responded, and at once she smiled so radiantly he’d almost mistaken her smile for the morning sun. Unzipping the opening awkwardly, Bianca began to shift her far larger form awkwardly into the now-cramped tent, shuffling herself in until she was almost completely within the tent, her feet alone sticking out the front. Her arms now wrapped around Cheren’s sleeping bag, snuggling him close to her as she lay by him. Or rather, lay with him in her arms.



“Night night…” Bianca remarked, smiling as she let her eyes shut. Cheren stared, his face remarkably close to her chest as her powerful arms prevented him from budging even an inch. But in spite of it all, there was one thing about this that he couldn’t help but admit, no matter how awkward it was for him: This was a very comfortable embrace.



He let himself sink into her embrace, unable to deny himself as she held him close. She’d complained of being cold, but up right next to her she felt practically warm. Or maybe that was their now-shared body temperature. He let his eyes shut and in spite of himself felt his face rest against his bosom. He bit his lower lip. He liked Bianca, but he’d never felt more close to her than she was now. Literally.



“L-Love you…” he whispered, not thinking she’d hear. To his surprise, she did.



“Love you too,” she replied, a little smile on her face as her eyes remained shut. Cheren’s eyes now opened again, a bit taken aback. He hadn’t thought she was still awake. Looking up to her, he could see that look still on her face of contentment. That smile. He couldn’t resist. Slowly budging, he shuffled his way up to her face. The way it felt, it seemed much like she was letting him move up. By the time their faces were level, she opened her eyes slowly, her face flushed. So was his.



“You came in on purpose,” he accused her, but he didn’t seem to mind. She just chuckled in response, staring back. Slowly, he leaned himself in and the two began to press their lips to one another’s. Their minds were sent to pure bliss. The feeling of their lips against one another’s was like electricity dancing on their skin. Their bodies felt warm, but in a comforting way. Bianca’s arms kept him in his place, but he felt no desire to move. It was the most incredible experience he had ever felt, as if some small part of him he’d never thought about was now complete. Little did he know, Bianca felt just the same.



But Bianca began to feel a sudden change. As she continued kissing him, that warmth she felt seemed to burn stronger. Less like gentle candlelight and more like a strong bonfire, it called out to her and it consumed her. Her arms tensed and her legs rubbed against one another. Against her own better judgement she let out a quiet moan, now kissing Cheren more passionately than before. In spite of some initial surprise, he reciprocated, kissing back just as passionately. But Bianca felt the feeling growing inside her in a way she hadn’t expected.



She began to hear a ripping. Somewhere in the midst of their embrace Bianca had rolled onto her front, holding Cheren tenderly beneath her. Her body began tensing and pulsating, her body now growing beyond it’s large state. Bianca was no longer simply big, but getting bigger. Her arms flexed, swelling from their already great size into veritable masses of sheer might. Her breasts seemed to expand with her chest, outgrowing her own head in size as her shoulders broadened to accommodate her increasing mass. Her hips grew greater in width, snapping the waistband of her skirt and letting her long, titanic legs be exposed. The large legs lengthened and layered with marvelous muscle, becoming mightier still. 



Locked in their embrace, neither noticed the change even as Bianca steadily outgrew the small tent they’d shared, bursting from it’s confines as metal poles fell to the ground around them, torn fabric falling behind as Bianca cradled and kissed Cheren in her arms. She still grew, seemingly without end as she became more mighty, more massive and yet more magnificent. At last, the air in both of their lungs gave out and the two finally separated, however unwillingly as Bianca now looked down, Cheren likewise. Both were awed by the change – no longer was Bianca in the realm of human size and power, but greater, now twice the height of any normal Human and more powerful than any being that walked the earth. Nestling Cheren’s smaller form against her exposed bosom, Bianca smiled and looked down at him with a flushed face, whilst he smiled back up at her.



”I love you,” they both whispered to one another. And tenderly, they kissed again. An innocent, pure love.

[sebastian roth]

and this 😉

Zelda’s Training
by Kyotaro-Oro
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“Uwaaagh!”

The blonde Hylian girl fell to the ground as she was knocked off balance yet again, her wooden practice sword falling to the ground beside her. She let out a groan as she began to sit up, rubbing her elbow a little as she looked towards her fallen sword. A hand reached out to her as she looked back up towards a young man with light brown hair wearing a green tunic and cap who smiled brightly, his blue eyes shimmering in the light. The blonde took his hand, allowing him to help her get back up.

Standing upright, the blonde stretched a little before bending down to pick up her practice sword. She sighed as she did so, thinking of how her practice had been going so far. As she stood back up and looked to her green-capped friend, she saw his features twisted in confusion as he raised a brow. The blonde girl gave a small smile.

“It’s nothing, Link,” she began, waving her hand. “It’s just… I’ve never been one for this much physical activity before. A part of me just wishes it would go a lot… Quicker”.

The green-capped boy – Link – nodded in understanding. Of course, swordplay and physical activity came naturally to him. He might have been a bit of a heavy sleeper and even sometimes skipped out on classes, he still moved with an agility beyond most in the class, and fought with strength that even Groose was jealous of. He was just naturally talented at everything physical.

Zelda, of course, was rather envious.

She’d chosen Link to train her because she knew she couldn’t always depend on him to save her. She knew there would be other foes like Demise – others who would dare to do evil. She didn’t want to depend on Link to rescue her like last time. But of course, it wasn’t so simple. She’d been training with him for the past week and she felt like she hadn’t made much progress at all.

Link lifted his sword up and raised a brow, asking if Zelda wanted to continue sparring. A part of Zelda knew she should agree, but at the same time, all of the exercise was getting to her. She wasn’t sure how long they’d been at it here. A couple of hours, at the very least.

“I’d like to,” Zelda told him. “But I’m feeling exhausted. I just can’t keep up with you”.

Link paused, staring at his childhood friend. Zelda usually prided herself on being able to read Link well, given his usual reliance on gesture rather than speech to communicate. However, even then, there were times when Zelda found herself wondering just what exactly what he was thinking. After a minute, Link smiled before reaching down into his adventure pack. Zelda raised a brow, curious as he fished around inside the pouches. After a few seconds, he pulled out a bottle of green fluid.

Zelda stared at the bottle in his hands as he offered it to her, scrutinizing it. After a few moments she began to realize that it was the same Stamina Potion Luv and Bertie made in the Bazaar up in Skyloft. Zelda looked back to Link for a moment, watching as he began to smile whilst offering the bottle again. Zelda couldn’t help but smile back as she took the jar, clasping both her hands around it.

“Thanks, Link,” Zelda told him, smiling as she pulled the cork out of the top of the bottle. The scent rushed into her nostrils – a powerful smell, but not a bad one. Zelda smiled as she looked into the bottle before looking back to Link. She pointed to the bottle, raising a brow. Link nodded, affirming that she could have it.

“Okay then,” she began looking at the bottle. “Well… Bottom’s up!”.

Lifting the bottle to her mouth, Zelda took a sip of the potion. Yet even just a sip had a powerful effect – the fatigue she’d felt mere moments before was washed away, replaced by a surge of energy that flowed through her. Zelda felt like she was in the best shape of her life as she gave a big smile, pushing the cap back into the bottle. Looking back, she could see Link smiling right back at her. Gripping her wooden sword again, Zelda put down the bottle by her feet.

“Okay then, let’s continue!”.

Skyloft’s residents still hadn’t all come down to the surface world. Zelda didn’t blame them for not leaving immediately – as welcoming as the Kikwi were, they had hardly built proper homes for everyone in Faron Woods. For the most part, it was just Zelda and the big, stone temple of Hylia, along with the Kikwi who made sure she was alright and the occasional visitor from Skyloft.

She was lucky in that the beasts of Faron Woods rarely came near the temple at all. She didn’t have to worry so much about defending herself. But right now, she wasn’t worried even if a beast did come – right now, Zelda felt empowered.

After she’d finished her training with Link earlier, she found herself still bursting with energy. Rather than let it go to waste, Zelda decided to push herself and get more exercise done. She did laps around the temple, running with the speed of the wind; she practiced movements and strikes with the wooden sword, teaching herself the forms; she even performed push-ups with the stone pottery that lay around the temple, testing her own strength. She didn’t stop until nightfall, when she finally felt her stamina wear out. Yet even in spite of whatever soreness she felt afterwards, Zelda couldn’t complain.
In this one day, she had felt like she’d accomplished more than she had in the entire week before.

Zelda stared with fascination as she looked at a small tear in her pink-coloured tunic. It was only a small tear in one of the short sleeves of her tunic, but it caught her attention nevertheless. For the sake of her training, she’d gotten her hands on a new pink tunic – a spacious, pink-coloured tunic with mail worn underneath, belted at the waist with a pair of baggy, cream-coloured trousers that were tucked into boots. The outfit wasn’t meant to be form-fitting, but loose and easy to move in. Yet now it had torn.

In the past three days she’d used about half of the Stamina Potion, keeping away the fatigue as she trained and exercised as hard as possible. She’d ran laps, practiced forms and performed sit-ups, pull-ups, push-ups and lifts and every other exercise she could think of in hopes of getting results. She was pushing herself well beyond her normal boundaries, knowing the Stamina Potion would keep away the fatigue, but she was beginning to wonder if the results she was getting were greater than expected.

Determined to find out, the blonde slowly walked over to a mirror in the temple. She looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror, pausing for a moment as she noticed that her figure seemed a little… Thicker? She initially assumed it was the loose clothing, yet as she looked at herself she couldn’t help but think the clothes seemed a bit more… firm around her figure. Curious, Zelda raised her right arm – the one with the torn sleeve – and she flexed.

She had expected a skinny stick of an arm, but to Zelda’s astonishment, she found muscle. Not huge muscle, but nevertheless muscle that hadn’t been there before. Her arm was not just a skinny twig, but a firm, toned structure that bulged slightly as she flexed, tearing the sleeve a little more. Unable to help herself, Zelda raised her other arm, beginning to flex it as well. The short sleeve of her left arm now also tore a little, stretching too much around her bicep.

Zelda gasped, unsure of what to think. She was gaining muscle. Zelda had always been one more for the academic side of Knight School than the physical side. She could list off more about Loftwings and other fowl than even Pipit, and often had discussions of botany with her professor, Owlan. But now, she was different. She was stronger than she’d ever felt before, and quicker on her feet than she’d ever believed she could be. A smile grew across her face as the blonde reached into her pouch, pulling out the bottle of Stamina Potion Link had left her with.

It had only been three days and she’d already improved so much, she thought. But Zelda was eager to see just how much better she could get.

Zelda dropped into a crouch, sweat falling down her brow as she felt the weight of the stone statue upon her back. Carried on her shoulders and back was a stone statue of Hylia that was as tall as she was, and certainly heavier. In her low crouch, Zelda took a deep breath, her body tensing as she began to push up once again.

“9,998!” she called out loud, pushing herself into a standing position. She continued to hold the statue above her, holding it up with all of her might. As she stood, it was easy to see just how much Zelda’s training had changed her.

She was no longer the small, frail-looking girl she once was. Her arms had become thick and powerful, bulging with muscle. Her shoulders were broad and her biceps firm and round, while her fists were mightier than hammers. Her short sleeves had now completely burst, leaving her tunic sleeveless. Speaking of which, her pink tunic now only covered her chest, struggling to contain her large mammaries that sat atop pectoral muscles that were like slabs of concrete. As a result, her midriff was exposed, showing abdominal muscles that were like plate armor – and probably just as durable, too. She crouched low, letting the weight of the statue sit upon her strong and broad back before she pushed up again.

“9,999!”

Zelda’s lower body was no different, with legs thicker than the stone columns of the temple and hips as wide as three normal women standing side-by-side. Her once baggy cream trousers were more like tight shorts fitting snugly around her hips and upper thighs, stretched to their upper limit around her powerful legs. Her boots, regrettably, were not so stretchable. Zelda had been forced to throw them out, leaving her barefoot. It left her calves exposed, which looked as thick as a normal person’s thighs, if not even thicker.

Every inch of her oozed power and might. In the past week Zelda had not only improved herself – she’d trained herself to surpass her own expectations, and then surpass them again. She possessed sheer raw power enough to crush stone and tear up trees, yet still held the self control to pick up a fly without crushing it between her fingers. She possessed speed great enough to outrun the winds and possessed such stamina and durability that she felt like she could hold the whole of the temple above her head for a full day without worry.

“10,000!” she called out, pushing herself up once more as she lifted the statue above her head. Then, with great care, the blonde goddess-reborn set the statue down gently, smiling. She felt sweat roll down the side of her cheek, but Zelda brushed it away, satisfied with herself.

The blonde turned, looking back around to see that she was not alone – standing over by the entrance of the temple was Link, who stared up at her with awe as his jaw dropped. Catching his expression Zelda smirked, giggling as she stepped over. Each step echoed like thunder through the temple, with Link feeling almost certain that he could feel a slight shockwave in the ground.

“Impressed, Link?” she asked, chuckling as she lifted her right arm and curled, her bicep flexing and bulging to a size even greater than her own head. “I really have you to thank for the Stamina Potion you gave me last week. I’ve been able to train non-stop at my hardest!”.

Zelda stepped closer to her childhood friend, her form looming over Link’s and leaving him caught in her shadow. She set her hand gently down upon his shoulder, yet even so he could feel her sheer strength in her relaxed hand. It was such that he felt as though even the slightest pressure could pin him down to the spot, unable to break out of her grip. He continued to stare up, awestruck by her incredible strength as she smiled down at him and winked.

“Care for another spar?”

[Micheal]

Thanks for the help! I was especially looking for a series of stories named “Titan Girl” do you happen to have found it too?

[sebastian roth]

no sorry…i only found a Prologue from “Titan Girl”

[Micheal]

Oh, ok. Thank you anyways.

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