Catch up with Bibi.

The moment the three of you enter the room, everyone's attention turns. However, it isn't your party they're interested in. You and Jelly might as well be ghosts. People's eyes light up when they once again see their beacon of light. Certainly, Bibi is adorable and sexy, both in body and personality, but it isn't just that. All the way out here, it can be difficult to find that inspiration to push through hardship. This girl is their sunshine. She's something to bring a smile to their faces--both beautiful and kind. Of course, there is definitely a percentage of thirst behind people's fascination too. That can't be denied. Given Bibi is secretly a sixty-nine year old woman craving the attention that comes from youth, you doubt she minds that. She definitely loves every moment of it.

The two of you head beneath the carved wooden sign of a bird drinking from a mug to enter the rather small interior. To the left is a stage, and the right leads to the front counter. Just as before, the man behind is a middle-aged bunnyfolk.

"Bibi!" shouts one of the men around a far table. "Can you give us a pose?"

Without a moment of hesitation, the girl raises a leg, spins around, and poses with two fingers out in the shape of victory across her eye. "But this is only if you behave, all right~?

The man nearly falls back in his chair. "Y-Yes, Bibi! We will!"

"All right. Now I'm not done my break yet, so everyone be patient. Enjoy your yummy food and drinks, okay?"

"But the food tastes sweeter with you here!" shouts a nearby woman.

"If it helps, pretend I'm the one feeding it to you. Open up and say aaahh!" With a giggle and a wave of her hand, she continues to lead you through towards a door behind the counter. The applause is incredible for such a small audience. It slowly fades as the door swings shut.

It's the kitchen. Nearby is a squat dwarven fellow with a short trimmed beard.

"Feel free to take your break," she says. "My friends and I are just gonna use this room to have a chat."

"Sounds good to me." The dwarf places a hand politely on his chest and bows his head. He then heads through the door, leaving the three of you alone.

At last, Bibi can take a deep breath. She leans back against the counter by the stove and brings a foot up to rest upon the bottom drawer's handle. She pulls her fingers back through her long, beautiful brown hair. She really works up a sweat out there, but she seems to love doing it more than anything else. It's her passion. Now that she can wind down a little, she takes the time to look over herself. She readjusts the low-cut collar of her dress as to prevent a wardrobe malfunction, and tugs on her skirt. She flattens out the fabric. Then, she picks up a hand mirror from the surface behind her and looks herself over. As she does this, she speaks. "It really is so nice to see you again. If it wasn't for you, I don't know what would have happened to me."

Jelly looks between the two of you curiously. "Did you save her life?"

"It's a long story," you say.

Bibi places the mirror back down. "And, well... Thank for the, you know." She subtly bites her lip as pink appears in her cheeks. She places a finger between her bosom, and gently rubs it up and down. "You really made me feel young again," she whispers.

"You look young to me!" Jelly says.

"You're too kind," Bibi replies with a hand to her lips. "Coincidentally, you caught me at a funny time. I was just about to drink one of Dixby's potions today. Give me one second. I moved them to a new, hidden place. See, I grew worried about storing them in my own room. My fans are sweet, but you never know. If one were to get a little weird, my room would be one of the first places they'd go."

"Makes sense," you reply.

She withdraws a tiny silver key from between her bust. Then she bends down to the bottom drawer, giving you quite the view from behind. She undoes the lock, pulls the drawer out, and inside is a flat metal trunk. She undoes a lock on that one as well before pulling it open to reveal a number of vials. Most look the same, though one is different. First, she takes one of the ordinary potions and takes it down like a shot before placing the empty vial back inside. She sighs. Before coming back up, she lifts the mysterious other concoction, locks everything up, and leans back once more.

While nothing visibly changes, she places a hand against her stomach, shuts her eyes, and takes a deep inhale. Presumably if she were to miss taking one of those in time, she would return to looking as she truly does. Dixby really does work miracles. This isn't immortality, however. It's a visual change. At her core, Bibi is still an older woman.

"You good?" you ask.

"I am, yes." She holds the other vial up and stares at the glittering pink liquid inside with a curious eye. "But Dixby sent me this too. The note said that it was an experimental potion to make one's hair have more volume. I'm supposed to pour it on my head, and I suppose I'll look even cuter."

"... I'm not sure if I trust that."

"But Dixby has been so kind to me. Why would she lie?"

"Well--"

"Only one way to find out!" She pops the top of the vial, and does as she was instructed. The liquid pours out with the consistency of shampoo. It runs down her hair, but despite the vial being very small, it covers far more of her than expected. She winces as her shoulders are covered too, and it runs down to her cleavage, and along her arms. "Oh geeze. I'm getting all wet."

"Oh, oh! I can lick it off!" Jelly suggests.

"No, that's--" Her eyes widen, but not to Jelly's comment. In a manner of moments, the strange liquid rushes down her figure as if it were itself alive. By the time it reaches the ground under her toes, her feet are bare. That isn't the only skin that's uncovered. Whatever was in that vial has devoured her entire outfit! She now stands completely naked. Frr a really long, confused moment, she doesn't do anything at all. Her tiny pink nipples are entirely in the open. Her breasts--big, perky. Her pussy is tight and smooth. Then, her face turns a bright shade of red as she attempts to cover up her body. "What happened?!"

"I think Dixby happened," you mutter.

"W-We're in the kitchen. I can't be seen like this! Ooh, the cook is gonna be back any minute. Someone's gonna want food. Oh gods. I'm freaking out, Kyle. All my clothes are in my room. Do you think you could get there and grab something for me? You'll have to be really fast, or else someone's gonna walk in here. This kitchen doesn't lock! It's a kitchen!"

"All right. Calm down," you say. "This isn't my first rodeo."

"Yeah! This happens to us a lot," Jelly adds.

"Wh-What do you mean?" Bibi asks with concern.

Just then, the knob of the door jostles.

"Ooohh my gods," Bibi whispers to herself in panic. With one arm between her legs and the other barely covering her tits, she sinks back against the counter. "Maybe I can fit through the window. Then uhm, I can find clothes outside or something. No, it's too late!"

Jelly peers at her with the utmost focus. "I've got you. Hold still!"

A mere second before the door opens, Bibi is covered, but not by clothes.