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Having passionately made love to his continent sized and magical giantess wife Mathilda, Clive found himself resting upon the beyond comfortable soft masses of his beloved’s enormous breasts as she laid down on her back at the edge of the sea. The couple had made themselves proper once their physically intimate activity together had winded down and they opted to do nothing but peacefully wait for some guests to arrive from the other side of the planet. The noble lord was gazing down at the vast countryside far FAR down below when he noticed the familiar shape of Zofia Castle moving out from behind a cloud. With a bit of nostalgia coming over him, Clive began to recall the day he truly first saw Mathilda as a giantess…

…

Following a coup of the Zofian Royal Family lead by the corrupt General Desaix, great hardships fell on the people of Zofia and eventually a resistance movement titled “The Deliverance” rose up to take back the nation for its citizens. Originally founded by Clive, Mathilda, and a fellow knight/good friend Fernand, the militia battled numerous times against Desaix and his soldiers to break their hold on the lands. Their lack of numbers when compared to their oppressors however ultimately put them at a disadvantage and eventually the Deliverance was forced to go into hiding in order plan for a successful retaking of Zofia Castle.

Additionally, during that time period both Clive’s younger sister Clair and Mathilda were captured by some of Desaix’s forces when they were off running solo missions for the small army. It wasn’t until a particular group of new recruits joined with the Deliverance that the fight against Desaix began turn around. Thanks to Alm, the supposed grandson of a common-born yet legendary former knight, along with his accompanying band of allies, Clair was able to be rescued and the movement picked up momentum again. Learning of Alm’s supposed lineage and having seen his accomplishments so far, Clive decided to install the young new recruit as the next leader of the Deliverance to serve as a figurehead the common-folk could rally behind and trust. Unfortunately Fernand despised the idea and abandoned the cause completely, opting to instead turn traitor and join up with Desaix’s army and his foreign allies as he loathed all manner of common citizens.

While saddened to see his once good friend and second in command turn against him, Clive and the rest of the Deliverance continued with their mission and pressed up on the offensive. Eventually they gained the means to fight Desaix’s troops more head on and after the tides had turned enough, the Deliverance could at last advance to Zofia Castle. Come the day of the siege, Clive and his allies took to the front lines as they lead the attack on the capital with the rest of the Deliverance army following suit. While still a conscious effort, the battle was proceeding accordingly when something completely impossible to predict happened… Mathilda returned to help but not as anyone would ordinarily recognize her…

Clive was atop his trusted steed and had just defeated another foot soldier defending the main gates when he heard an unexpected signal horn blow from within the walls of the castle.

“A call to fall back? But they still have plenty of forces left… Are they planning something?” The noble puzzled till he noticed his sister on her pegasus flying towards him. “Clair, what’s going on? Did you see anything?”

With a complete look of disbelief on her face, the flying maiden called down to her elder sibling as her mount came to a hover. “Clive! It’s Mathilda! She’s escaped captivity and is approaching from our rear! But… She’s…!”

“Mathilda!? Clair, are you sure you saw her?!” Clive’s heart eagerly began to race before he and everyone else was forced to turn around when they felt the ground begin to tremble. “Wha- MATHILDA?!”

Stomping in from the horizon came the incredible sight and thundering footsteps of a now some 100ft tall Mathilda. Her clothes and armor had miraculously grown along with her, letting her outfit cover her strong yet curvaceous female frame. Not a single man or woman on either side could do anything but gawk as the towering beauty approached the rather small castle walls.

Some of Alm and his companions even started to comment on the mysterious giantess that appeared.

Alm: “Uhhhh……”

Grey: “Yowza… What a woman…”

Faye: “So that’s Sir Clive’s fiancé? Hmm? Alm… are you blushing?”

Tobin: “Well can you blame him? Just look at her, she’s huge!”

Kliff: “In more ways than one it would seem…”

Silque: “I wonder what could have happened to her. Did she receive a blessing from Mother Mila?”

Getting Clair to give him a ride, Clive hopped on the back of his little sister’s pegasus and they flew up to speak with unnaturally huge Mathilda up close.

“Mathilda! Mathilda!” Clive cried out with relief and joy as he unexpectedly leapt from the flying mount once his gigantic beloved noticed the siblings.

“Clive!” Mathilda answered with equal excitement in her unexpectedly normal sounding/normal volume voice as she cupped her palms together to catch the falling man and bring him close to her cheek.

As the ordinary sized knight hugged the smooth skin of the enormous maiden’s face, the giantess carefully nuzzled him back.

“Oh my sweet Clive, how I’ve missed you. I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again...” She practically cooed after feeling her lover’s touch.

“…Forgive me Mathilda. I never should have left you to suffer for so long…” Clive sighed in a regretful tone. “Speak now of your loathing for me and I shall gladly bear it all.”

“Oh stop your nonsense. You did what any commander ought and put the good of the people and our mission ahead of your feelings. Your judgment was sound.” Mathilda disagreed as she pulled away from their embrace and held her palm with the small man up to her eyes. “And I bear the blame for my capture, not you. I was careless. So let us speak no more of it.”

“As you wish.” He agreed before shifting focus to the obvious difference between them now. “But then what of… THIS?”

Almost completely forgetful of the fact that she was now a towering giantess after being reunited with her dear fiancée, the massive woman instead looked down at the ground and the panicked forces below. “I believe I have an explanation but I shall save it for later. If I’m not mistaken, the Deliverance was in the middle of taking back the castle, no?” Mathilda asked with a leading tone.

“Right, of course…” Clive’s mind returned to the (currently frozen) battle at hand. “There are things I’ll need to tell you as well, but presently let us use this gift of your grand return to bring victory for Zofia!”

“Well spoken Clive.” The giant female knight smiled with pride before she knelt down to get a closer look at their forces.

Spotting at a lone spearman with a flag bearing the Deliverance’s emblem tied to his weapon, the gigantic lady motioned over to him. “May I borrow your weapon soldier?” She asked the man with a pleasant voice.

“Y-yes! Of course Mam!” The heavily blushing trooper obliged as he passed his spear to the giantess.

“Thank you.~” Mathilda beamed back as she pinched the polearm with nothing more than her fingertips and handed it to Clive, having her beloved trade equipment with the soldier as to not leave him defenseless.

The soldier couldn’t help but think to himself on how such a renowned and now even more beautiful knight like Mathilda had addressed him personally. “Oh man if I survive this battle, I’m going to draft a bunch of fliers with Lady Mathilda on them and pass them around! Everyone will want to join The Deliverance once they see what she’s like now!” The man continued to daydream while the giantess in question rose back up to her feet and gazed down at the castle perimeter.

“Now then everyone, stand back! I’ll open the gates for us!” The mighty and massive warrior woman proclaimed before she effortlessly used one of her large boots to smash through main gate and a large portion of the surrounding walls.

“FOR ZOFIA!” Clive then rallied from atop Mathilda’s shoulder as everyone proceeded to charge through the opening the great maiden had just created, steering clear of her foot path as she too carefully strode forward.

As the castle’s defenses scrambled around in a chaotic state of disarray, soldiers could be seen fleeing the battle or laying down their arms on the spot in order to surrender. None of them seemed to even want to humor the notion of having to fight such an immense figure. Farther back in the castle’s defenses then stood “Chancellor” Desaix along with his right hand man, an equally as detestable and cowardly individual, Captain Slayde. The two men began to quarrel as the Deliverance’s troops continued to make their way farther into the perimeter and the enemy giantess casually strolled closer and closer.

“Grrrr! This is madness!” Slayde hissed to his commander with contempt. “Chancellor I REFUSE to be slain here by these Deliverance dogs! We should make for a retreat back to your fortress, perhaps then we can come up with a plan to stop these loathsome rebel fools and their oversized wench.”

“Gah, I hate it say it but you’re right Slayde. The Regelians that came to observe have already departed, so we’d best do the same.” The General begrudgingly agreed. “Send my double to the field. We’ll let him take the fall for us!”

“Of course sire, brilliant thinking.” The snakelike man agreed before the two entered the castle interior and separated down different paths.

Desaix made use of a series of secret passages to escape on his own while Slayde ran around inside to find a certain someone and drag him back to the entrance, a perfect look-alike of the General. When the double questioned what was going on outside, the deceitful Captain just told him all he needed to do was hold the rear command post. They’d be getting reinforcements soon so there would be nothing to worry about. Once that was said and done, Slayde practically shoved the man out through the door before locking it behind him and fleeing through one of the hidden exits as well.

“That was rude…” The Desaix double dusted himself off while walking up to the command position, not paying attention in the slightest to what was going on around him. “You’d think if Slayde wanted me to pretend to be the Chancellor, he’d treat me with more respect. Oh well, it’s time to get into character...”

“Alright men, I’ve just been informed we only need to keep these rebel fools back for a little longer. Then, we’ll have Regelian reinforcements on the field to help crush them!... Huh? Hey! Where’d everyone go?!... and what is casting this shadow?” The fake noted once he actually bothered to observe what was going on.

Being knocked to the ground as the toe of Mathilda’s gigantic boot suddenly crashed down in front of him, Not-Desaix suddenly realized what he had just been sent out for. “Mila’s breath! THIS is what the Deliverance sent to fight us?! That dastard tricked me!... N-no wait… you have the wrong Desaix! I’m just a body double!... The REAL Desaix fled back to his fortress!” The man found himself suddenly starting to plea at the literal feet of his enemy.

Funnily enough however, Mathilda didn’t notice the man and was instead preoccupied with dropping off Clive onto the balcony above to plant the banner flying spear that would signal the Deliverance’s re-taking of Zofia Castle. It was only once the double started to beg louder that giant battle maiden took note of his presence and listened to what the tiny figure was saying. Realizing that he was a fake, Mathilda opted to give him a swift exit by drawing back one of her long legs and punting him over the horizon… never to bother anyone ever again.

…

Clive was still recalling the events of that day when the sound of his beloved’s voice pulled him out of his little flashback moment.

“Clive my dear, what are you thinking about?” The giga-giantess questioned with a delightful smile. “You looked so content there just dreaming away. Are my breasts really so comfortable to lay upon?”

“Of course they are my love.~” The knight affectionately leaned down and gave a small loving peck to the one he was on top of before continuing. “But they weren’t what I was thinking about… this time. I was just recalling the day you first came back into my life like this… As the heavenly and gigantic valkyrie your were always meant to be.”

Blushing some, Mathilda also began to reminisce. “Oh yes I remember it well… It’s almost hard to believe I was once so small though… If feels like it’s been ages since that size.~” She playfully noted after observing Zofia Castle as well down on the ground.

“If only we knew back then where our lives would take us.” Clive commented as he resumed his peaceful gazing, now joined by Mathilda’s equally as relaxed stare.

“Indeed.” The massive maiden agreed as the two continued to comfortably pass the waiting hours together, as they had done now so many other times before.

The End…

…

As my +10 project in FEH with Clive now almost reaches its completion, I couldn’t help but ordering another Mathilda commission from my buddy Svenyatta to honor the occasion. Clive does have a fantastic lady after all so it only seemed right to make her big again just for him. Technically speaking though this image is a flashback to my own version of the retaking of Zofia Castle and (for now) is the first time chronologically she’d be so HUGE. If any of that sounds confusing then don’t worry, after I hold my Q&A session I plan on drawing up a few timelines for my several interconnected images/stories to help things make a bit more sense. (Having one more Mathilda commission done later will help that too but we’ll get there eventually…) Another thing about this image then is that it is actually also a minor re-do/re-imagining of another past commission I had done by Sven, the one of her walking to a festival with her classic design to be precise. I thought the posing would be good for this idea so I went with it, and of course it came out just as good so a big cudos to him once again. I guess that's it, I’ll see y'all later.

Description

Having passionately made love to his continent sized and magical giantess wife Mathilda, Clive found himself resting upon the beyond comfortable soft masses of his beloved’s enormous breasts as she laid down on her back at the edge of the sea. The couple had made themselves proper once their physically intimate activity together had winded down and they opted to do nothing but peacefully wait for some guests to arrive from the other side of the planet. The noble lord was gazing down at the vast countryside far FAR down below when he noticed the familiar shape of Zofia Castle moving out from behind a cloud. With a bit of nostalgia coming over him, Clive began to recall the day he truly first saw Mathilda as a giantess…

…

Following a coup of the Zofian Royal Family lead by the corrupt General Desaix, great hardships fell on the people of Zofia and eventually a resistance movement titled “The Deliverance” rose up to take back the nation for its citizens. Originally founded by Clive, Mathilda, and a fellow knight/good friend Fernand, the militia battled numerous times against Desaix and his soldiers to break their hold on the lands. Their lack of numbers when compared to their oppressors however ultimately put them at a disadvantage and eventually the Deliverance was forced to go into hiding in order plan for a successful retaking of Zofia Castle.

Additionally, during that time period both Clive’s younger sister Clair and Mathilda were captured by some of Desaix’s forces when they were off running solo missions for the small army. It wasn’t until a particular group of new recruits joined with the Deliverance that the fight against Desaix began turn around. Thanks to Alm, the supposed grandson of a common-born yet legendary former knight, along with his accompanying band of allies, Clair was able to be rescued and the movement picked up momentum again. Learning of Alm’s supposed lineage and having seen his accomplishments so far, Clive decided to install the young new recruit as the next leader of the Deliverance to serve as a figurehead the common-folk could rally behind and trust. Unfortunately Fernand despised the idea and abandoned the cause completely, opting to instead turn traitor and join up with Desaix’s army and his foreign allies as he loathed all manner of common citizens.

While saddened to see his once good friend and second in command turn against him, Clive and the rest of the Deliverance continued with their mission and pressed up on the offensive. Eventually they gained the means to fight Desaix’s troops more head on and after the tides had turned enough, the Deliverance could at last advance to Zofia Castle. Come the day of the siege, Clive and his allies took to the front lines as they lead the attack on the capital with the rest of the Deliverance army following suit. While still a conscious effort, the battle was proceeding accordingly when something completely impossible to predict happened… Mathilda returned to help but not as anyone would ordinarily recognize her…

Clive was atop his trusted steed and had just defeated another foot soldier defending the main gates when he heard an unexpected signal horn blow from within the walls of the castle.

“A call to fall back? But they still have plenty of forces left… Are they planning something?” The noble puzzled till he noticed his sister on her pegasus flying towards him. “Clair, what’s going on? Did you see anything?”

With a complete look of disbelief on her face, the flying maiden called down to her elder sibling as her mount came to a hover. “Clive! It’s Mathilda! She’s escaped captivity and is approaching from our rear! But… She’s…!”

“Mathilda!? Clair, are you sure you saw her?!” Clive’s heart eagerly began to race before he and everyone else was forced to turn around when they felt the ground begin to tremble. “Wha- MATHILDA?!”

Stomping in from the horizon came the incredible sight and thundering footsteps of a now some 100ft tall Mathilda. Her clothes and armor had miraculously grown along with her, letting her outfit cover her strong yet curvaceous female frame. Not a single man or woman on either side could do anything but gawk as the towering beauty approached the rather small castle walls.

Some of Alm and his companions even started to comment on the mysterious giantess that appeared.

Alm: “Uhhhh……”

Grey: “Yowza… What a woman…”

Faye: “So that’s Sir Clive’s fiancé? Hmm? Alm… are you blushing?”

Tobin: “Well can you blame him? Just look at her, she’s huge!”

Kliff: “In more ways than one it would seem…”

Silque: “I wonder what could have happened to her. Did she receive a blessing from Mother Mila?”

Getting Clair to give him a ride, Clive hopped on the back of his little sister’s pegasus and they flew up to speak with unnaturally huge Mathilda up close.

“Mathilda! Mathilda!” Clive cried out with relief and joy as he unexpectedly leapt from the flying mount once his gigantic beloved noticed the siblings.

“Clive!” Mathilda answered with equal excitement in her unexpectedly normal sounding/normal volume voice as she cupped her palms together to catch the falling man and bring him close to her cheek.

As the ordinary sized knight hugged the smooth skin of the enormous maiden’s face, the giantess carefully nuzzled him back.

“Oh my sweet Clive, how I’ve missed you. I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again...” She practically cooed after feeling her lover’s touch.

“…Forgive me Mathilda. I never should have left you to suffer for so long…” Clive sighed in a regretful tone. “Speak now of your loathing for me and I shall gladly bear it all.”

“Oh stop your nonsense. You did what any commander ought and put the good of the people and our mission ahead of your feelings. Your judgment was sound.” Mathilda disagreed as she pulled away from their embrace and held her palm with the small man up to her eyes. “And I bear the blame for my capture, not you. I was careless. So let us speak no more of it.”

“As you wish.” He agreed before shifting focus to the obvious difference between them now. “But then what of… THIS?”

Almost completely forgetful of the fact that she was now a towering giantess after being reunited with her dear fiancée, the massive woman instead looked down at the ground and the panicked forces below. “I believe I have an explanation but I shall save it for later. If I’m not mistaken, the Deliverance was in the middle of taking back the castle, no?” Mathilda asked with a leading tone.

“Right, of course…” Clive’s mind returned to the (currently frozen) battle at hand. “There are things I’ll need to tell you as well, but presently let us use this gift of your grand return to bring victory for Zofia!”

“Well spoken Clive.” The giant female knight smiled with pride before she knelt down to get a closer look at their forces.

Spotting at a lone spearman with a flag bearing the Deliverance’s emblem tied to his weapon, the gigantic lady motioned over to him. “May I borrow your weapon soldier?” She asked the man with a pleasant voice.

“Y-yes! Of course Mam!” The heavily blushing trooper obliged as he passed his spear to the giantess.

“Thank you.~” Mathilda beamed back as she pinched the polearm with nothing more than her fingertips and handed it to Clive, having her beloved trade equipment with the soldier as to not leave him defenseless.

The soldier couldn’t help but think to himself on how such a renowned and now even more beautiful knight like Mathilda had addressed him personally. “Oh man if I survive this battle, I’m going to draft a bunch of fliers with Lady Mathilda on them and pass them around! Everyone will want to join The Deliverance once they see what she’s like now!” The man continued to daydream while the giantess in question rose back up to her feet and gazed down at the castle perimeter.

“Now then everyone, stand back! I’ll open the gates for us!” The mighty and massive warrior woman proclaimed before she effortlessly used one of her large boots to smash through main gate and a large portion of the surrounding walls.

“FOR ZOFIA!” Clive then rallied from atop Mathilda’s shoulder as everyone proceeded to charge through the opening the great maiden had just created, steering clear of her foot path as she too carefully strode forward.

As the castle’s defenses scrambled around in a chaotic state of disarray, soldiers could be seen fleeing the battle or laying down their arms on the spot in order to surrender. None of them seemed to even want to humor the notion of having to fight such an immense figure. Farther back in the castle’s defenses then stood “Chancellor” Desaix along with his right hand man, an equally as detestable and cowardly individual, Captain Slayde. The two men began to quarrel as the Deliverance’s troops continued to make their way farther into the perimeter and the enemy giantess casually strolled closer and closer.

“Grrrr! This is madness!” Slayde hissed to his commander with contempt. “Chancellor I REFUSE to be slain here by these Deliverance dogs! We should make for a retreat back to your fortress, perhaps then we can come up with a plan to stop these loathsome rebel fools and their oversized wench.”

“Gah, I hate it say it but you’re right Slayde. The Regelians that came to observe have already departed, so we’d best do the same.” The General begrudgingly agreed. “Send my double to the field. We’ll let him take the fall for us!”

“Of course sire, brilliant thinking.” The snakelike man agreed before the two entered the castle interior and separated down different paths.

Desaix made use of a series of secret passages to escape on his own while Slayde ran around inside to find a certain someone and drag him back to the entrance, a perfect look-alike of the General. When the double questioned what was going on outside, the deceitful Captain just told him all he needed to do was hold the rear command post. They’d be getting reinforcements soon so there would be nothing to worry about. Once that was said and done, Slayde practically shoved the man out through the door before locking it behind him and fleeing through one of the hidden exits as well.

“That was rude…” The Desaix double dusted himself off while walking up to the command position, not paying attention in the slightest to what was going on around him. “You’d think if Slayde wanted me to pretend to be the Chancellor, he’d treat me with more respect. Oh well, it’s time to get into character...”

“Alright men, I’ve just been informed we only need to keep these rebel fools back for a little longer. Then, we’ll have Regelian reinforcements on the field to help crush them!... Huh? Hey! Where’d everyone go?!... and what is casting this shadow?” The fake noted once he actually bothered to observe what was going on.

Being knocked to the ground as the toe of Mathilda’s gigantic boot suddenly crashed down in front of him, Not-Desaix suddenly realized what he had just been sent out for. “Mila’s breath! THIS is what the Deliverance sent to fight us?! That dastard tricked me!... N-no wait… you have the wrong Desaix! I’m just a body double!... The REAL Desaix fled back to his fortress!” The man found himself suddenly starting to plea at the literal feet of his enemy.

Funnily enough however, Mathilda didn’t notice the man and was instead preoccupied with dropping off Clive onto the balcony above to plant the banner flying spear that would signal the Deliverance’s re-taking of Zofia Castle. It was only once the double started to beg louder that giant battle maiden took note of his presence and listened to what the tiny figure was saying. Realizing that he was a fake, Mathilda opted to give him a swift exit by drawing back one of her long legs and punting him over the horizon… never to bother anyone ever again.

…

Clive was still recalling the events of that day when the sound of his beloved’s voice pulled him out of his little flashback moment.

“Clive my dear, what are you thinking about?” The giga-giantess questioned with a delightful smile. “You looked so content there just dreaming away. Are my breasts really so comfortable to lay upon?”

“Of course they are my love.~” The knight affectionately leaned down and gave a small loving peck to the one he was on top of before continuing. “But they weren’t what I was thinking about… this time. I was just recalling the day you first came back into my life like this… As the heavenly and gigantic valkyrie your were always meant to be.”

Blushing some, Mathilda also began to reminisce. “Oh yes I remember it well… It’s almost hard to believe I was once so small though… If feels like it’s been ages since that size.~” She playfully noted after observing Zofia Castle as well down on the ground.

“If only we knew back then where our lives would take us.” Clive commented as he resumed his peaceful gazing, now joined by Mathilda’s equally as relaxed stare.

“Indeed.” The massive maiden agreed as the two continued to comfortably pass the waiting hours together, as they had done now so many other times before.

The End…

…

As my +10 project in FEH with Clive now almost reaches its completion, I couldn’t help but ordering another Mathilda commission from my buddy Svenyatta to honor the occasion. Clive does have a fantastic lady after all so it only seemed right to make her big again just for him. Technically speaking though this image is a flashback to my own version of the retaking of Zofia Castle and (for now) is the first time chronologically she’d be so HUGE. If any of that sounds confusing then don’t worry, after I hold my Q&A session I plan on drawing up a few timelines for my several interconnected images/stories to help things make a bit more sense. (Having one more Mathilda commission done later will help that too but we’ll get there eventually…) Another thing about this image then is that it is actually also a minor re-do/re-imagining of another past commission I had done by Sven, the one of her walking to a festival with her classic design to be precise. I thought the posing would be good for this idea so I went with it, and of course it came out just as good so a big cudos to him once again. I guess that's it, I’ll see y'all later.