Lauren Waits to Wish for a Bit, but When He Does...

He studied Jester's pretty face for a moment as she kept working on her sucker, looking for something there that would tell him what was the right thing to do.

Avandra! She was so gorgeous! His eyes traced her features. Her eyes were a beautiful lavender, her smooth rounded blue cheeks speckled with darker blue freckles, she had full, sensuous lips that would look great wrapped around the head of his...

To say nothing of the way her white chemise distended around and hung low enough to expose the upper swell of her breasts. Lauren wondered how big her tits were. They sure did seem take up a lot of space in that top. Another slight movement of her legs brought his gaze back to the beautiful, creamy flesh of her lower thighs visible beneath the blue skirt that was a much darker shade than her luscious skin.

"Soooo..." Jester leaned forward, causing her cleavage to expand and grow more alluring to Lauren's eyes, "Why you staring at little ole me?"

The bard's brain wasn't cooperating and he jerked his gaze up from her blue tits to meet her purple eyes, "Uhhh...."

Her lovely azure lips quirked upward, "You keep staring at me like you're about to kiss me!"

He loved her voice, her thick Menagerie accent. It was so playful and lyrical. He could listen to her talk all day...

"Um..." he managed, "Would that be a bad thing?"

He was feeling flustered and off-kilter, but there was a growing awareness of his power with the stone. He could make her love him. He could make her doting and fawning, all with the snap of his fingers. He could turn this fleeting crush he had for her into a downright obsession with him on her part, if he wanted to.

Not that he wanted to! That would be wrong... but...

"I dunno..." She tilted her head to the side and looked up at him through her thick dark lashes. "You gonna?"

"Maybe..." he answered back, trying to match her tone.

The little tilt of her head became a shake, setting her blue hair around her tightly curled tiefling horns in motion, "You look more like you should be leaning down to kiss me, than standing there with a smirk on your face."

The spell around him seemed to deepen at her words, his fixed smile becoming more genuine.

She licked her lips, and he watched the tip of her blue tongue slip out from her mouth and glide across her plump lower lip. The sight sent a tingle through his body as he imagined that slow caress on other parts of his anatomy.

He kissed her. It was just a light touch of his lips against hers, but it burned him with a warmth he'd never felt before. He didn't push into the kiss, instead breaking off and looking at her.

Jester grinned, "That was nice. Another!"

He complied, pressing his lips to hers once more. He felt her move up onto the tips of her toes. Her lips were soft and full, so very kissable he found himself drowning in the feeling. When she finally pulled back he was left wanting more.

Disappointingly, she abruptly bounced back to her bed, turning to perch her bottom on the edge of it as she regarded Lauren with a silly grin, "You're a good kisser!"

"Thank you," he murmured, finding himself just a little short of breath.

She giggled explosively behind both hands, "You're blushing! I made the lusty seducing bard blush!"

"I am not!"

She kept giggling, "You so are! It's so cute!"

"What's this about a lusty seducer? Bards aren't all-" he started but Jester overrode him, "Oh everyone knows how bards are! I'm sure you're all over any girl who'll sit still for you!"

A little disturbed, he shook his head, "Not true. That's not even my schtick, my songs are to help inspire people and strengthen them."

"Strongly encouraging them to sleep with you?" she asked archly.

Lauren didn't know what to say to that, so he just continued as if she hadn't spoken, "I don't go around seducing people, hell I've only ever done it three times."

Jester's expression sobered somewhat though her smile remained, "Oh? I was just teasing you! There's nothing wrong with seduction! That's my dear mom's whole profession!"

He tilted his head slightly to the side, "Your mother's-"

"The Ruby of the Sea!" she beamed.

Lauren's brain convulsed. The most famous courtesan in all of the Menagerie Coast, no- the entire vast continent of Wildemount! She was also a tiefling so- No doubt where Jester got her beauty from...

“The Ruby of the Sea is your mom?!”

Jester nodded her head eagerly, the tiefling barely able to contain her pride or exuberance as she practically vibrated in place. “Sure is! Only the greatest, hottest, bestestest performer in alllll of Nicodramas!”

“You know, I played in Nicodramas for a little—”

“Alllllll of Nicodramas!” Jester continued, sweeping her arm through the air in a slight arc for emphasis. “Men would come from all over to, well, cum all over! But she’s also really really pretty, and has like a ton of songs written about her.” Jester finished with a nod.

"Wow... Your mother is the Ruby of the Sea. That's... that's incredible..." he said wonderingly.

Jester nodded enthusiastically, "She's the bestest mom ever! I'm glad you know who she is. Again, that's why you're my favorite Mighty Nein!"

Jester was fucking adorable.

So fucking adorable.

Seriously, replacing Jasper with Jester was a magical event he entirely approved of and he couldn't help but feel a wellspring of warmth towards this incredible wishing stone as he smiled down at her.

"You really think I'm your favorite?" he asked, a little surprised.

She considered it for a moment, before nodding. "Yep. You're always so nice and sweet, and that one time when we were ambushed by kobolds you didn't even run away, you just jumped right in with us! That was soooo brave and awesome!"

Lauren blinked as this statement brought up the rest of their adventuring party, "Uh... did anyone else run away?"

Jester laughed, "No! We are called the 'Mighty' Nein for a reason! But you weren't a member at the time, just a member of that trade caravan we helped!"

Blankly, he nodded, having no idea what she was talking about.

The two of them had a rousing conversation long into the night and Lauren learned all about Jester as well as the other members of his brand new adventuring party.

For the first time in a long time he really felt like he belonged somewhere.

He hadn't even met the others in reality but the stories Jester told him about the others were so vivid and entertaining.... There was the time he'd sang a song to enhance the monk Beau's interrogation of
a recalcitrant gnoll, the time when he'd relaxed the party in a bathhouse with his flute, the time he'd single handedly saved Yasha from a burning building while the rest of the party slept in their beds...

As the two of them laughed and chatted away the night, he came to a realization. He'd long dreamed of being an adventurer, of seeing exotic and mysterious places, of fighting monsters and villains and making a name for himself doing it. He'd done that plenty in his previous party but another component of his dream had been the desire to be a valued member of a team, a group of true friends through thick an thin.

It was a little silly, but he could really picture the group that Jester described. A bunch of ragtag fools getting into all sorts of scrapes and misadventures, and while they might get on each others' nerves a lot, they'd have each others' backs when it counted. Just like a family.

He was feeling so comfortable with Jester, a completely easy-going blue lady, filling with warmth and enthusiasm, that as they both lounged beside each other on his bed, it wasn't long before his thoughts drifted back towards the carnal. It slowly occurred to him that his previous wish for her to not mind any of his questions had him softly murmuring, "Uh....um.... Jester? Could... Would you mind terribly, showing me your b-breasts?"

The silence dragged on for a moment before she softly giggled, "Thaaaaat's the question you were burning to ask?"

She sat up with a happy grin and lifted her hands to her top, pulling it down to reveal her blue bosom before he could even respond.

He stared, and stared, his eyes tracing every curve and line of her breasts as they softly fell and rose with her breathing. They were perfect, not too big, not too small. Her nipples were a pert and perky dark blue, looking as delicious as the rest of her did.

He reached out a hand, but she batted it away with a giggle, "Soo... you like me cute titties?"

She traced her nipples with her fingertips.

"Yes.... They're... Amazing... ", he said, his voice trembling slightly as she began to gently squeeze them both for his viewing pleasure.

Jester's eyes were wide with mischievous mirth, "Great! Now, that I've shown you mine.... you have to show me yours!"

Lauren couldn't help but feel aroused by the course their conversation had taken, his member thickening in his breeches, feeling socially comfortable with Jester now, he spoke up with a ready grin, "You want to see my chest?"

The blue tiefling shook her head, making a silly face, "NOoO!" she groaned before continuing in a sing-song voice, "No, your dangly dick of course! I told you I didn't mind! Dicks dicks dick, show me your dick, Lauren!"

He couldn't help but laugh, feeling the warmth in his chest as he slowly unbuttoned his breeches.

"Okay, okay..." he muttered, even as he recalled Jester's drawing as he stood up.
Jester's face of rapt anticipation and excitement made Lauren pause.

He didn't think he was poorly endowed but those drawings of Jester's had seemed to display a preference for large cocks to say the least and Jester was clearly a woman with a wide experience of penises of all shapes and sizes. This was a daughter of one of the premiere courtesans of Nicodranas after all....

Without thinking about it much at all, Lauren found himself muttering quietly, "I wish my dick really impressed Jester."

Then he gasped as he felt his body shift and change. He looked down, between his legs and felt a sinking feeling as he saw that his normal sized flaccid member had turned into a monstrous beast of a cock. It hung heavily between his legs, thick and veiny, big enough that it looked like it was practically carved out of granite.

It had to be at least a foot long. The head purple and angry. The veins, throbbing.

The large mushroom-shaped head that crowned his regal shaft was as large as a short sword, and throbbed an angry, deeper violet than the redness of the rest of his organ. Behind it the rest of his member continued to grow, monstrously large, easily as long as her forearm and chorded with thick, pulsing veins. The monster cock, now fully erect, arched toward her, hanging over the bed and throbbing in time to the his heartbeat.

It honestly felt like an Ogre's dick had somehow been attached to his groin, which made it seem all the larger for the comparison between his average sized body and his new manhood!

Lauren spread his legs to relieve the pressure, feeling an entirely new weight and pressure hanging off his groin. Even as he watched, the vast cock continued to thicken and lengthen, veins becoming more prominent and bulging, the head turning a deeper darker purple as it grew.

Colorful swirling tattoos suddenly exploded into existence along his incredible shaft, tracing the winding lines of his veins and creating their own swirling pathways. The swirling, interconnecting designs seemed to almost be alive, like a vast pattern of tiny, multi-colored serpents. Even as he watched the looping brightly colored swirls engulf his shaft, Lauren's eyes widened as a shiny silver bead formed on the top of his enormous fat glans. It started small and round, but quickly it took on a familiar mushroom shape sitting on top of his cock-head. Absurdly silly googly eyes were suddenly painted on his glans, making the positioning of the piercing into a horn-like decoration.

Jester's expression was one of complete surprise and... perhaps lusty interest?

"Oh my gosh! I knew you had a great dick! Beau said you were stuffing a big sausage in your pants, but I told her that was crazy because you don't even have a spell that keeps meat fresh like that! Oh my oh my! It's even better than I imagined, just like the best dick I've ever seen! And let me tell you, I've seen a lot of dicks!"

Lauren wasn't sure what to think, though he was very excited and horny and the thought that Jester might be willing to help him relieve his... issues was a boon...

"I... Um..."

The door to their room abruptly swung open and Lauren's sexual excitement abruptly extinguished as he saw a goblin walk into the room.

A high pitched voice, "Hey Jester! The Nott the Best Detective Agency is holding another meeting-"

Lauren's heart jumped up into his throat as he felt the goblin's hungry gaze upon him. The small green creature wore a white half-mask that turned the lower part of her hideous face into a proper female visage with brightly ruby red lips. Her long green hair cascaded out from the back of the mask, partially covering her unnaturally large ears.

The goblin wore a bright red dress that was stretched obscenely over the bulging curves of her body, even as the fabric struggled to contain her. The dress ended well above her knees while still managing to be somewhat modest. Yet it's tight fit still allowed him to easily make out the curves of her ass and the deep cleft between her bulging breasts.

Well aware of the mortal threat of a vile goblin infiltrating their lodgings, Lauren lurched to his feet, grasping his lute and preparing to cast a spell even as he told Jester, "GOBLIN!!! Attack!"
His attention was lightning focused on the diminutive opponent and he caught the creature's culinary interest in his exposed prick. The hungry look on its face was unmistakable and it took all of his willpower not to cover himself in shame. He could feel his face burning red as shame as he realized how exposed he was.

An image popped into his head, his brand new incredibly long and thick penis laying out on a dining room table, cut off from his groin and laying out on a platter. The honestly, more than a little bit attractive, tiny short-stuff goblin was standing over it with a fork in her hand and an utterly decadent look of lust upon her face.

A wave of shame ran over his body as he realized how much he must look like a yummy, juicy, plump, sausage. His mouth watered uncontrollably as his stomach twisted into knots.