Totally shiny!

The four mercenaries burst in just in time to witness a rather sorry sight - a poor barmaid now has breasts as wide and round as chariot wheels, and she is struggling to remain upright under the weight of her new titanic tits.

The topless, huge (but not quite that huge) titted redhead cackling away in front of her can be none other than Mary the Massive herself.

As soon as she hears the women entering the tavern, her head swivels, and her expression changes to one of seriousness.

"Mercenaries, hmm? Are you here for little old me? Well, I guess it's about time someone tried seriously to stop me."

The party don't speak - there's no time for such frivolities. They leap into action, with Polly the healer casting a protective barrier around Samantha the monk, who leaps forward with impressive speed and strength and drives her staff forward into Mary's midriff.

But she connects with thin air.

"You fuckers are lucky that I'm rather low on mana after taking out my frustration on the tavern wench." Mary says calmly, somehow now standing at the doorway, directly behind them. "This could have been a lot worse for you if I'd been at full power. But still, I can get you halfway there. Anhaaradah, Vasuupalis!"

"Gah!" Harriet shrieks, and tries to bash the mage with her shield.

But it's already too late.

Four black tendrils snake out of the palms of Mary's hands, and pretty much instantly envelop the four fair warriors.

It's over in less than a second - each of the women are not only disarmed - all their clothes and equipment have completely disappeared.

Their skin from the neck down becomes black, smooth, featureless and shiny, including a complete lack of nipples and genitalia.

And their hips and buttocks swell to at least twice their original sizes.

"Shit!"

"God!"

"Fuck!"

"What have you done to us?!"

The woman all shriek and wail in panic and despair.

"A little spell I've been working on perfecting recently." Mary says simply, and calmly.

"Please, mercy! Turn us back!" Danika pleads desperately.

"I wouldn't even if I could." Mary quips as she turns and begins to wander back out the door. "But don't worry, it'll wear off eventually, although it might take a few years if you're unlucky. Of course, it should also be dispelled if you were to perform a few hundred blowjobs or so, but I doubt self-respecting mercenaries like you would ever consider that, would you?"

The women watch, dumbfounded, as Mary happily wanders out of the door, apparently happy to leave them to this ridiculous fate.

...And then, she pops her head back inside.

"Anyway, think of the positives! Your new shiny doll-like bodies don't need to eat, drink or go to the toilet! So you can spend all your time just relaxing and having fun with those new plus-sized asses! Or non-stop sucking dicks, of course, whatever tickles your fancies."

And then she's gone, leaving these poor once-proud women to decide whether they want to live looking like this for who-knows-how-many years, or expedite the expiry of their hexes by degrading themselves and performing oral sex on who-knows-how-many-hundred men.

And Mary is once again off with a smirk on her face, well aware that the blowjob thing was a total lie, and no amount of **** on cocks can make the curses disappear even a second sooner.