Ain't No Party like a Kobold Party

When the glowing energy finally bursts off of you, you find yourself staring down not at paws, but cloth-wrapped hands that look almost exactly like those of the monsters,r . Wait, no. Humans, you correct yourself. You tilt your head to one side in fascination as you realize that your thoughts seem...clearer, now, in a way? Like, you weren't dumb before...you think. But you are definitely less...primitive? You'll mull it over later; right now you're too excited to see what else has changed.

First things first, you're much bigger. How big you are and lying about how big you are was always a huge part of mongrel 'society', and now you'd tower over even the biggest of them. Hell, Moots looked like a giant to you a moment ago, but now you can look the dumbstruck human square in the eye. Your fur is mostly gone, just a light brown fuzz over your body, but you've got clothes now! Well sort of. You've got a pair of airy breeches cinched at the ankles and a long, rough cloth wound around your toned midsection. A crude pig-iron plate is strapped to your chest in a nod to protection, and you've got a somewhat tattered looking robe over all of it. Tail's still there, okay. You raise your clever hands, human-like but noticeably larger, to your head and sure, same pair of fluffy ears, too. Oh, you've got some fur left! There's long, wild fur on top of your head (hair, you correct yourself again), but whoa, your face feels totally different. It's hard to picture, really. Oh! Just check out one of the others!

You glance towards Gert and immediately gasp, utterly unprepared for what you see. The two of you were practically identical a minute ago! Well she was bigger than you. And she's still bigger than you, the female at least a head taller. And her body, fuck. You had been impressed with yourself before, with your tight, corded muscles? Gert is dressed similarly to you but didn't get a robe, and the body that her wrappings utterly fail to conceal makes you look like a total weakling. Powerful muscles ripple lithely across her amazonian frame, almost totally devoid of any unnecessary flesh. That 'almost' is a pleasant one, though. You'd never really thought about it before, but now you're finding it difficult to think of anything besides her rounded hips, and those plump breasts that bulge proudly in their cloth binding. Gert is the very picture of physical strength, but a totally, unquestionably and irresistibly female one.

You shake your head. What's up with you?

You drag your eyes away from her proud chest to her face, which has moved from staring in shock at her own body to staring back at you. Your assessment was pretty much on the money; she's got the same wolfy ears but everything else is different. Her hair is pale blonde and cropped short, crowning a face that is almost entirely human. Her nose is quite a bit wider, and there is something a little feral in the cast of her blue eyes. Her mesmerizing, ice blue eyes, eyes that you could drown in, eyes that....er, um...

Hrm.

Gert has definitely noticed your intense inspection of her. "Hey. You're staring at me."

It strikes you that the big female has said almost that exact sentence to you a dozen times, and your reaction had always been to immediately slink away. Had you really never noticed her teasing look? The inviting quirk to her barely-there grin? The smoldering honey of her rich, husky voice? Did she even have those things before? You don't really care, and you sure as hell aren't going to slink away again. You only glance away for a second when you feel a tug at your sleeve, and you only continue to look away because it turns out it's little Mo-Mo, and she has gone through some serious changes herself.

There are a few obvious differences between Mo-Mo and Gert's upgraded forms. Gert is a substantially taller than you, Mo-Mo is about a head smaller than you. Gert's hair is short and blonde, while Mo-Mo's is inky black and falls down over her shoulders in thick waves. And while Gert is the picture of female power, little Mo-Mo has become a vision of womanly, inviting softness.

She must have gotten the robe Gert didn't and it's all she has, cut up the side to reveal a plush thigh and shapely leg. It's a bit big overall, neatly tied with a sash at her trim waist but totally falling off one of her slender shoulders. The only reason the other side didn't follow suit, you suspect, is the way that Mo-Mo's large breasts strain her robe to near bursting. Whatever God of Justice exists in this world must have taken one look at frail, ignored little Mo-Mo and decided to bless her with the sort of full, heaving bosom that would make a sculptor weep in joy and order twice the usual shipment of marble.

It's amazing that you're able to pull your eyes away at to take in her face, once little if cute but now heart-achingly pretty. Her pouty lips are spread in the same infectious smile you've come to adore, though. And it's the same innocent glee in her voice, even if her bubbly yipping is a musical birdsong now. "It worked, it worked! Shh, it worked!" She trills, her pale brown eyes twinkling up at you as she bounces up and down, sending her rack wobbling around in a matter that fills you with decidedly new, decidedly complicated thoughts.

"It really did, didn't it?!" Gert drapes an arm around your shoulder as she leans over you to grin down at Mo-Mo, her own substantial breasts pressing into your back as if to reassert their presence. Gert's grin turns into a frown as she inspects Mo-Mo, the big female reaching down to prod a finger into one of her quivering boobs. "Hey! Hey, you're not supposed to be bigger than me!"

Mo-Mo looks down and gasps, reverently draping her little hands on top of her fat shelf of titflesh. "Omigosh, I AM bigger than you!!!"

Gert growls in playful annoyance as Mo-Mo explores her bountiful breasts, then glances back over at you. "So Shh, ah...what are we? You should be the first to check, I think."

Oh shit, right! What are we working with now!

• Shin, Level 5 Kobold Schemer
• HP: 100
• Melee Attack: 15
• Ranged Attack: 30
• Weaknesses: None
• Special Abilities: Kobold Awareness (Racial Trait), Ranged Proficiency 2, Tactician (Pack Tactics) 1, Leadership 2

Uh, wow. There's a lot to unpack here. But don't get bogged down in that just yet, let the most important news have its moment. "Kobolds. We're Kobolds."

"Kobolds, Kobolds, KOBOLDS!!" Mo-Mo and Gert cry out in a triumphant half-cheer, half-howl that you can't resist joining in with. You don't want to knock mongrels. Some of your best friends were mongrels!

But Kobolds are the new shit, and it fucking rocks.