A Visit to Afti's Exploditorium

You knock on the heavy wooden door and wait for a response. You would pop your head in, but you worry about taking a flying beaker to the face.

It’s getting to be later in the evening and you’re walking through the slums on the west side of the city. Forentia City has quite a few slums, but the ones on the west side of the city might be the…slummiest, you could say. You can find anything in Forentia City is a common saying among adventurers and criminals, and the person who brings you here lies somewhere in between. This might be against your better judgment, but you can’t help but imagine that the potential rewards will be…interesting.

With another knock, you hear “I’ll have the rent when I get paid for tomorrow’s shipment! Or is that my delivery? If so you’re late! I needed that to make tomorrow’s shipment! Wait, I…”

You cut her off. “It’s Alan. Want to invite me in?”

“Weiss? Hey! Of course, the door’s open, just lift it a bit. You don’t happen to have any white wolf claws on you, huh?”

You lift and push the door and hear a couple boxes scratch across the floor as you do. Walking in, you look through the clutter until you see a familiar pair of horns poking up from behind one of the lab tables.

Afgora Tiannalondrammela was the first Tiefling you ever met, back when you were fresh off the farm and still a junior adventurer packing horses and fetching ale. She had already been famous within the guild as a skilled alchemist and infamous in the city as an insane devil, but you found the truth was a bit of both. By no means evil, Afti was simply an over-excitable experimenter driven by an insatiable curiosity and a blind spot for consequences. A long string of those consequences ended with her adventurer’s license revoked, so she set up a lab in the worst part of town and, you assume, went about trying whatever struck her fancy on any given day.

“Why would I have white wolf claws? I like to think I’m well-stocked, but that’s a bit random even for me.”

“Well, I sent some kid to get me 10 of the things, but he hasn’t come back yet. White wolves are basically tripping over themselves out there, it shouldn’t take this long.”

“So, are the claws for tomorrow’s shipment?” You start looking around her mess while she throws her supplies about.

“What? Of course not! You can’t make aphrodisiacs with wolf claws…probably. I was supposed to get a delivery of fresh honey…or royal jelly, something to do with bees. So, what brings you here?”

“I’ve got a new job and need a healer on the team. It’s a bit…sensitive so I’m trying to keep most of it off the books. I figured who better than Afti Science.”

She had explained to you one day at the Guild Hall that many Tieflings choose a second name for themselves, usually a virtue or aspiration that they strive to meet. Hers was a bit more of a way of life, you suppose, but “Afti Science” is all you’ve called her since. You’re certainly not one to judge someone for being insistent about their titles, after all.

“A job, huh? I’ve got a fair bit lined up, but…wait, you look different,” she says, after rising from her piles of detritus and eyeing you for the first time. You see a quizzical look in her deep red eyes, and are a bit taken aback. “Did something happen? New haircut? Have you been dabbling in the black arts?”

“Um…no.” You’re a little worried. No one has reacted to you any differently since you gained your blessing, but you can’t help but wonder if Afti’s weird combination of analytical and bent might make her immune. “The crown hired us to take an heirloom back to the Temple of Lymera. It’s hot so we’ll be taking the long way.”

“Lymeran stuff!? Interesting! They have blessed goblets that turn any liquid into an antidote for poison, you know? Is it an artifact? Maybe that’s why you look different. Can I see it?”

Her mile a minute thought process is starting to freak you out, and you’re planning an escape route when things take an even stranger turn.

“Never mind. I can take a look at it when we’re on the road. I mean, because I’m in. I’m on your team! Hmmm, you know now that I think about it, you don’t just look different, you’re looking, pretty good.”

“Wait, Afti, I…” You’re at a loss. Afti apparently talked herself into your party and under the effects of the Eye with practically no involvement from you. It’s certainly the end result you wanted, but the lack of control has you a bit off-balance. Still, you’ve always found the Tiefling woman, with her rose colored skin and long, lustrous black hair attractive, and having her coming on to you so strongly is going to both of your heads.

“Hmm, I don’t know if it’s all the failed aphrodisiac formulas in the air or if you’ve come into your own a bit, Alan, but if we’re going to be travelling together there’s no reason we can’t try out a few things.”

You should probably be a bit worried about her phrasing, but as she currently has one hand on her vest’s buttons and the other on your crotch, you’re feeling rather agreeable. The two of you go about divesting yourselves of clothes until there’s not much left in the way.

Afti is on her knees, stroking and tonguing your cock while her other hand takes care of herself down south. You’re running your hands through her midnight black hair and marveling about how she can give such an excellent blowjob without her fangs getting in the way. You reach down to play with her modest tits, enjoying yourself and thinking about how it would feel to put your cock between them.

Almost as if she’s reading your mind, but more likely just because of her observational skills, Afti pulls back, saying “Hold on a second, let me try something!” You remember the last time she said that to you, when she was trying to test a new sense heightening formula. You spent three days with a dog’s snout instead of nose before the effects wore off. You’re thinking about how you can redirect her attention when she hoists up a small item she found in one of her drawers.

Afti’s holding a weird, squishy ball you recognize as one of her custom made “science balloons.” She can fill them with whatever potion she wants, and then throw them at people, where they’ll burst and deliver her formula through absorption. You get ready to duck, but instead, Afti squeezes the ball until it bursts, the fluid falling all over her breasts. Quickly returning to you, she drops to her knees and picks up where she left off, this time taking extra care to keep your hard length between her now slickened mounds.

The feeling is quite nice, and you’re almost ready to believe that Afti’s concoction was just a homemade lube, but then you feel a warmth near your crotch and realize that the tits enveloping you are getting…bigger.

“Ha! Why settle when you can improve, right?” Her breasts have ballooned about three sizes and the nice friction is now an enveloping pressure on every inch of your dick. You feel incredible as the warmth in your crotch increases, but are then surprised to see your cock poke out through Afti’s larger tits, and you realize their not the only things getting bigger. “Uh…Afti?”

“Oops…I guess it works on all sexual characteristics. I’ll have to note that.”

You feel a bit lightheaded from the extra blood rushing down south, as your above-average equipment suddenly gets large enough to put a crack in the bell curve. “This is temporary, right?”

“Of Course! It should wear off pretty quickly after you cum…probably. Shame though, I’m no blushing virgin but I think this might actually be too big to fit. So I hope you like titjobs!”

Afti’s enthusiasm is infectious, and there is something appealing about having your now larger than life cock stroked by a pair of equally enhanced breasts. “I like ‘em just fine. Why don’t we reposition so I can take care of you too?”

She certainly doesn’t have any objections, and bowls you over while shifting around on top of you. Her tail brushes the top of your head as you dive in to her already excited cunt. Her aroma of musk and spice fills your senses as her expanded tits move up and down your shaft and she focuses her mouth on your bulbous head. Her growth formula certainly hasn’t decreased your sensitivity, and Afti’s juices are flowing freely as well.

“Mmmm, this is amazing! There’s so much we can do, I can’t wait! Oh, remind me to show you what I can do with slime constructs!”

You’re going to have to try and rein in her initiative if you hope to get anywhere on your quest, but for now, you simply bury you tongue deep in her pussy as you feel her rush over the edge. At the same time, you let yourself release what feels like an unbelievable amount of cum from your overcharged dick. The two of you laying against each other panting for a time, before you extricate yourselves.

Afti has more cum on her face and breasts than you think you could have ejaculated in a day, but doesn’t seem bothered by it. “There! That should start counteracting the process, but you might be a little bigger than normal the next few times you get aroused. I assume that won’t be too much of a problem, eh?” She smiles, before adding, “So, when do we leave?”

Amazed at her ability to switch gears while you’re still coming down from the high, you gather your pack and pull out the paperwork, careful to leave the artifact itself away from Afti’s prying eyes for now, and the two of you discuss the plan to leave the following morning.

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With your clothes back on and the particulars taken care of, you head out to go back to the inn, get some actual rest, and gather your things. As your leaving, you notice one of the boxes that had been by the door. “Hey, your beeswax is over here.”

“Beeswhat? Oh, that, it’ll be fine. I think I’ve got some ashroot paste around here. It can cause hallucinations but it’s a functional aphrodisiac. I’ve got way too much to pack to worry about that now!”

Afti Science, one of a pair of potential 4th party members. If you like, like or comment for who you'd like to see more of, it would much appreciated- Ori