Blue's Quests (Day 3)(6/8)

“Do you think that you lost them?” Blue’s voice revealed far more excitement than fear as she looked over at the kumiho witch. The pale skinned woman pressed her back flat against the walls of the stone building, her impressive breasts rising and falling rapidly as she worked to catch her breath.

Their escape had been a near thing, and had cost them their newly acquired cart, but Blue had obtained a whole brand new satchel full of shiny bottles out of the adventure, as well as nearly two hundred GP by the time the local gang leaders caught on.

Rather than face down the two dozen armed men and women that had been assembled to menace them, Hwa had flung a potion at the group and then fled. While several of the attacking gang members had fallen to the effects of whatever lust-inducing brew the kumiho had thrown and were in the process of melting into an orgy, enough of them still remained that the women had fled.

Blue had done her best to keep track of the fox-woman’s journey through the alley from above, but she certainly hadn’t seen any reason to stick around at ground level when that many angry people were looking for her. The fact that they hadn’t known that she could fly, and kept searching for her through the alleys while she watched from overhead was a source of particular delight.

Eventually, she’d spotted her partner a dozen blocks down the street from where they’d started, closer to the craftsman’s district and away from the reach of most of her pursuers. She’d dropped down next to the woman, who didn’t so much as look in her direction to acknowledge her.

Granted, that might have had something to do with the way Hwa was trying to catch her breath after having sprinted at top speed away from an angry mob.

“You left me.”

“You were fine. Hwa?”

“Mm.”

“I forgive you.”

“Mhm.” Hwa’s expression changed little, even as she finally received the acceptance of her apology that removed the last stack of poison from the woman. It wasn’t that Blue hadn’t wanted to help her out, earlier, but her own conscience wouldn’t have been clear if she had simply given it as a formality. Apologies meant coming to an understanding, and after an hour spent with the kumiho she felt as though she understood the woman better.

“That quest was fun. Let’s do the next one.”

“Mmm.” Blue turned and began to head back towards the alleys.

“Next one?”

“Yeah. While all of them were chasing after you, I was watching from above. Most of those guys were thieves’ guild, right? So I just watched where they all went back to. If you just–”

“As soon as I show my face again, they’re going to all come after me. If I can avoid them long enough, you can swoop in and check out their hideout.”

Blue grinned. Then she reached into the pouch and pulled out a potion to hand to Hwa.

She eyed it suspiciously. Her breath was coming back to her, but it had been longer than she liked to admit since she had needed to exert herself physically. The kumiho’s magic was potent, but without the place of power that was her mountain, she felt exposed, and ****.

The harpy shrugged. “You don’t have to. I can probably find a way inside on my own. You can just stay out here.”

Hwa sighed. She shook her head, uncorked the bottle, and chugged the contents in a swallow. “I’ll go get their attention. Be swift, find the item you need, and meet me north of here, in the big square with the fountain. You will owe me a favor for this.”

“Deal.”

They both shifted in surprise as they felt the words lock into place.

Warlock - Binding Bargains

(Passive) When you are telling the truth, everyone who hears you will believe you.

(Active) Make an agreement with another individual binding. As long as both parties consent, neither party will be able to renege without the other’s agreement.

“I did not intend to activate that.”

“It’s fine. See you in a while. Have a nice run!” With those words, Blue shot into the air, already circling as she re-oriented on the thieves’ guild hideout she’d identified.

Elsie’s face flushed a light pink as she posed for Penny’s pleasure—or perhaps amusement.

The outfit she wore consisted of a relatively plain white blouse and pants, over which she wore one of the more complex harnesses of belts and straps that she’d ever seen. She felt like she had stepped off the pages of one of the more belt-obsessed JRPGs on the market, except most of those didn’t feature shirts that were thin and translucent enough that when her nipples pressed against the cloth their bright pink color was visible through it.

It made her feel exposed, and daring, which was exciting her in a way Elsie hadn’t ever experienced before. It also made her want to see how Kevin would react to it—memories of looking up at him the night before while he ravaged her throat kept filling her mind, and she wondered if it would tempt him to do that again. The unguent her Useful Little Tool ability had produced turned what should have been an intensely uncomfortable experience into one of the most pleasurable moments in her life. It was all she could do not to squirm visibly as she felt her nethers grow slick with anticipation of it happening again.

Penny gave her a critical once over, then shrugged. “I mean, I can’t say it’s my fashion—do you like it?”

Elsie looked down at her slender body, wrapped up in leather straps as though on display. Four days ago, she would’ve said no out of reflex. She’d actually always wanted to try cosplay, or maybe just dressing up as the characters she played, but the hobby was expensive. She was actually a skilled hand with a sewing needle—a fact which made perfect sense, given what Lily had revealed about her heritage—but the materials that a good costume cost were outside of the reach of a single woman trapped in a dead end job.

Strappy Crafter (Outfit)

Is it possible to wear too many belts? No.

Items crafted with [Leather] core material have either +50% duration (if temporary) or +50% improved effect (if permanent.)

“I think—maybe? Does it look good?”

Penny picked up on the undertone of worry that Elsie tried to conceal without difficulty, and the older woman’s tone was reassuring. “You look great. I starved myself for years trying to keep a figure like yours, but–” The siren’s hand lifted up to indicate her own figure. “That didn’t work out.”

The outfit Penny was wearing did a fantastic job of illustrating her point. While she’d laughed outright at the first thing Mik had brought out—a chain mail bikini that she might have recognized if she’d seen Lily when the hostess first greeted Kevin—the bard had agreed to try on the second one so Elsie would be less self-conscious about her own costume changes.

The siren’s lush figure had been draped in a loose white shirt and long flowing skirt, but then squeezed into a leather outerwear corset that exaggerated the curves of her wide hips and full bust. To complete the look it featured a triangular hat currently worn at a jaunty angle atop her head, and a small lute across her back.

Naughtily Nautical (Outfit)

Dive into the action with confidence!

Being wet improves your success chances on any actions you perform. Bonus scales from +5% to +20% based on saturation.

The effect was that the siren looked like she had stepped off the set of a porn parody of a certain pirate-themed franchise, but the outfit was actually comparatively modest. While her shoulders were exposed, the blouse and skirt she wore covered most of her body. Only the fact that the corset put her hourglass figure on display would have drawn attention to her ensemble at a costume contest on Earth.

“At least you’ve got something to show for it.” Elsie grumbled softly, then turned towards Mik. “Do you have anything with fewer buckles?”

What the pair had discovered when modeling the outfits for each other was that Mik’s establishment—the name of which was apparently Infernal Underfitters, though she knew that only because the demonic woman had told her—featured some kind of magical changing rooms that performed the tedious action of actually dressing them in the new outfits. Elsie hadn’t needed to actually fasten the buckles on the dozens of straps covering her body this time, and didn’t want to sign up to do so the next time.

“I think I’ve got something for you. Your classes are Artificer, Diviner, and Erudite, right?” She nodded at Mik, who browsed through a catalog of items behind the counter, touched a crystal on the side of the dressing room, and motioned for Elsie to step inside.

Tess all but burst through the doors of Overflowing Cups, much to the surprise of the cow-like Maybelle and the handful of customers within.

Her new form was incredible. Tess had no idea why she had held out on testing it out for as long as she had. It was like her body was in the grip of the absolute best runner’s high she’d ever experienced, for the entire time that she’d carried the oversized barrel of milk through town. Combined with her massively improved proprioception, and she felt like she could win every Olympic event back to back.

Sure, she also had to deal with the massive new tits the form gave her, but even those felt like more upside than down. Growing up, it was as though her sister had been chasing at her heels her entire life. Every athletic feat she’d accomplished, Abby had matched within a few years, and Tess had constantly needed to push herself to stay ahead.

Her figure was one of the few ways in which there was no competition—Abby’s slender figure resembled their mother, and until she was seventeen she was still sometimes mistaken for a boy. Tess hadn’t had that problem before, and there was absolutely no chance of it now.

“Where you want it?”

“Uhh–” It seemed to take Maybelle a moment to figure out that Tess was asking about the barrel she carried, rather than anything else, but once she did she indicated a spot in the storage room behind the counter. A smaller version of the magical field that had kept the milk fresh on the ranch was in place to keep the establishment’s stock ready for consumption, and a couple of minutes later the delivery was finally in place.

“Woo!” Tess pumped her fist in the air in excitement, causing Maybelle to laugh at the white-haired woman’s antics.

“Well, you got it done. Can’t say I expected–” She gestured at the transformed woman’s impressive physique. When Tess had stepped into the store before, she’d been shorter than Maybelle by a noticeable margin. She was taller now by about the same amount, and the slightly haunted, concerned look she had worn was nowhere to be seen. “–this, though. C’mon, you must be thirsty after that!”

Maybelle led Tess back to the bar, and while the selkie paced back and forth across the bar animatedly stretching her only somewhat stiff arms, she reached under the counter for a small pitcher and used it to fill a tall glass of creamy white milk.

About ten seconds later, the selkie dropped the now empty glass on the counter, just as Hazel finally made her way into the shop. The nymph had caught up with Tess at the city gates, but then lost her once more as she charged down the streets with her burden cradled in her arms.

“Hazel!” Tess flashed the other woman a toothy grin, and received a delighted laugh in return.

“You’re in a good mood. Did you enjoy getting out of your room?”

“This place is amazing. I’m going to go run, do you want to come with me?” Looking at the other woman’s soft curves, Tess doubted Hazel had traveled at anything faster than a saunter in her entire life, but that was no reason not to start now. Still, she wasn’t surprised when the nymph shook her head in response.

“We should get back to finishing Blue’s quests, if we’re done here.” A quick nod from Maybelle confirmed their completion of the request.

“Oh, but I promised you some of the good stuff. She just finished a glass, let me get you a bottle to go.”

As the cow-woman grabbed and started to fill a bottle for Hazel, the nymph turned back towards Tess. The selkie had resumed pacing around the room while she waited, unwilling to let her body cool down and risk losing the incredible rush that had accompanied her new form.

Two minutes later, and Hazel was hanging a small bottle of milk from the vine that wrapped around her waist—the tendrils of the plant wrapping around it gently to hold it in place as she did so—while Tess accepted her 50 GP bounty. “Now don’t forget—after you cross the bridge to the west end of town, you want the second bridge. There’s staircases that lead down to the banks all on the river. The first bridge is for the Sylph River, it’s easy to get them confused.”

The pair bid the woman farewell, and had gotten about two steps outside of Overflowing Cups before Tess felt herself start to change. She tried to fight it, at first—and her newly improved control over her body actually allowed her to make some progress on that front. Her entire form quivered, then spasmed, and then all at once she felt sensation rush through her as she shrank.

Tess had gained height first when she transformed, and when the transformation ended that was the first thing to go. She returned to her familiar 173 cm, but retained the corded muscle—as well as the hips and bust—that the new form had granted her. Then her body began to smooth and her hips narrowed as she returned to her swimmer’s physique.

Apart from one aspect of her anatomy, which remained substantially inflated compared to usual.

“My tits!” Tess was fortunate that the costume Lily had provided her was obviously designed to shift with her changing form, because if it had returned to its original size there way no way the supple leather would have remained intact. Where before the selkie had possessed a pair of small handfuls that suited her athletically trim figure, she now sported a massive set of gravity-defying tits which rivaled Hazel’s.

They stood out comically on the otherwise slender figure of the twenty-one year old athlete as she stared down in shock at her own body. Once Hazel was sure the other woman was steady enough to stand on her own, she slipped out from beneath Tess’ arm and stood back to examine the change clinically. Then she reached down to her vine belt, lifted the glass of milk, and examined it.

The Good Stuff ™ (Consumable)

For the next 24 hours, the consumer’s bust size increases to the maximum supported by their frame. Back and shoulder muscles enhanced to support increased weight. Lactation enabled.

She turned the bottle so that the description was visible to Tess, who trembled. Then, a moment later, she realized that she could feel her body beginning to produce milk, except—she didn’t want that. And it was a reaction of her body that she was able to control. Flexible Shape wouldn’t allow her to **** her inflated boobs to return to their usual size, but as soon as she became aware of the mammary glands within herself becoming active, she was able to put a stop to that portion of the effect immediately.

That was something, at least—for a moment she was sure she’d be stuck with breasts that were not only massively oversized, but leaking milk. At least her new class ability meant she would never have to deal with that. Tess took a deep breath. “This is—this is only temporary. I can–” Her head spun. While she’d been in her alternate form, everything had felt incredible, the world itself had seemed like an incredible adventure, but now that she was returned to her own body, she felt woozy.

And small. Hazel reached over and patted Tess on the shoulder gently. “Maybe get in the habit of reading the descriptions of things before you drink them. C’mon, let’s get to the river. A swim sounds like a nice way to start the afternoon, yeah?”