An odd development in the late morning.

I squeezed what I was holding, as if it’d stop my dream from dissipating and bring back some vague image I was desiring. It took me a few moments to realise that what I squeezed was allso squeezing back. Eekaa’s arm, lodged directly between my boobs, was fully bringing me into the warm orc’s front, spooning with me while I used her bicep like a pillow.

The dream forgotten, I wiggled my butt into eekaa’s form, teasing to see if she was awake. She was, as she proved by taking a big breath before starting to slide her arm out of my grasp. A surprise kiss on my head made me loosen my grip and attempt to figure out what had just happened, but she doubled down on me, groping a handful of tit with the now free hand.

“Eek!”

The adorable noise I made was met with another kiss by Eekaa, her lips meeting my neck in another kiss. I hummed lightly at the motion, lifting her hand away from my body. Together, we worked to move to a more comfortable position, one where my horn nubs weren’t about to poke an eye out.

Eekaa, now facing me, found my lips too tempting, and that strength from earlier pulled me into it. I of course couldn’t stop her, finally getting my taste of orc after missing out on it last night.

Eekaa’s belly had other ideas though, rumbling like a local earthquake.

Breaking the kiss, both of us giggled softly at the timing, rolling apart to get up. Yawning, a half question exited my mouth, and it took me a few repeats to get it audible.

“I guess we should get some food then?” I finally said, considering what we should actually do today. Considering the Standout Inn was likely not serving just yet, some sort of street vendor would do well for food, especially since I can’t let my green-skinned masterwork of a bodyguard go hungry on her first real day of service.

Eekaa groaned before agreeing, stretching and flexing pleasingly in the light, her muscles curling around while I stared. She noticed my staring and turned around to flex some more, posing to show off the sculpted features she carried. There was a pride there that reminded me of the tailor from yesterday, Ari. The thought of the two together put its own set of lewd images at the forefront of my mind, a particular set of more dominant poses coming to mind.

While I was busy apparently drooling, Eekaa made her way toward me, breaking me out of the once again dreamy state. I even missed what she said, in favour of waking myself up properly with a head shake. I’ll be having orc meat later tonight I think.

Rounding up my clothes, I first bind my tits. They felt tighter in the binding than yesterday, and recounting, I do up the binding again to double check. Eekaa looks at me strangely as she does the same thing, having no issue with her own binding. She watched me go around again and again and again, before smirking slyly.

“Jump for me?” she askes, confusing me with the request. Again, she repeats herself, in the process of fastening her belt just right, “Bounce. Little bit.” She clarifies, nodding like I’ll understand.

Still not sure what she means, I do it anyway, the action making me realise what I’d been missing. My tits were heavier, and not just by a small amount, the extra weight silly now that I could see it. What had even happened? Perhaps this was part of the curse? How did I not notice it sooner?

I have too many questions about it all. ‘I guess it’s more reason to get going today then’ I thought, dealing with the new weight. Eekaa must’ve seen the confusion on my face, though she wasn’t worried about it as much as me, handing me my shirt. Eekaa and I both realised something was wrong when she picked up the tunic. The thick leather was warped. Very warped. Into a downright alluring shape in fact.

“This has to be a curse or very messed up prank. Or maybe both.” I stated flatly, continuing, “how can I even wear that thing?” I asked rhetorically. Eekaa, looking to see the positive side, gave it to me anyway with a curious expression.

“Sexy.” She said, stating the obvious.

I put it on.

It fit surprisingly well, the tight fit just about perfect for the shape of my now little bit bigger body, cradling my tits well. Looking around, it was clear that someone was enjoying the boons of this curse, ogling my new chest and the cleavage that it now showed in a very obvious way. In fact, she became so lost in the valley of titflesh that she was standing next to me, ignoring her name the first two times I called it. Sighing, I turned around and walked to the doorframe, much to the orc’s displeasure.

“We’re getting food, remember?” I prompt, waiting a whisper longer before leaving properly. Eekaa followed swiftly behind, a flush on her face matching the one on mine.