He's as gentle as a teddy bear.

You give a reassuring smile up at Linden as you turn to face away from him and raise your arms out for him to slip the backpack onto you. The giant armored man, easily towering over you, lowers himself to slip your arm into one strap. You begin to realize that he's not trying to help you into it for any practical reason, he's just being a gentleman in the same way one might take a lady's coat or hold the door open for them, which is unusual, but... definitely not unappreciated. You take a moment to more closely examine him.

Linden is easily eight feet tall, possibly taller. Considering you're somewhere just past four feet and could only hope to reach five feet in your wildest dreams, he's truly massive to you. You barely reach his hip! Like Newton and Fran, you figure he's probably some species of non-human, but with his full-body armor hiding any other racial features like skin, nose, eyes, ears, or extra body parts, you can only guess based on his size. Could he be related to Giants? Or maybe he's got Ogre blood in him? He definitely looks burly, though the armor is concealing enough that you can't tell if it's muscle or fat. The dull metal armor is full plate with any flexible parts covered in thick chainmail. The helmet is of the "great helm" type with decorative horns and slits that are thin enough that you can't even see his eyes through them. Mighty gauntlets cover his hands and even his feet are clad in similarly armored boots. You're not sure you see any part of him that isn't protected by armor and the tower shield strapped to a holster on his back provides further defense. You still don't see a weapon on his person. Either he bashes or chops enemies with his shield or he punches them, you're not sure.

For such a gigantic and girthy man in such heavy armor, he's surprisingly gentle. The way he holds your other arm and slips the backpack strap over it... it's like he's handling a tiny porcelain figurine, afraid he'll break you if he uses anything but feather-levels of ****. The assumption isn't exactly wrong. His huge hand could wrap around your entire arm and snap it like a twig. The fact that he could easily destroy you with minimal effort, yet he's willing to take the most delicate of touches when handling you and instead direct that strength against any who might do you harm like that drunk lecher... the thought makes your pussy twitch with submissive pleasure. Thoughts of kneeling before Linden, nude and collared as he pets your head, safe and loved but thoroughly disciplined at your master's feet... You shake your head, hoping Fran and Newton didn't notice. But the cheeky grin Fran is directing at your wet pussy proves that hopeful assumption wrong.

With the hefty backpack on, you turn to look up at the enormous tank, staff in hand and smiling up at his helmet-hidden face. "Thank you, Linden."

He reaches up and silently rubs the back of his head in a bashful gesture that seems cute coming from a man of his imposing size.

"Oh, and don't worry 'bout the money, darlin'! We got ya this stuff so you'd be a more effective party member! They're an investment!" Fran explains.

You turn and frown at the catgirl. "But clothes and a bedroll weren't investments?" You awkwardly cross the staff in front of you, blushing as you're reminded of your exposed tits and pussy. Your arm presses into the soft flesh of your huge bust. "I can't even have a pair of boots?"

"Nope!" she chirps. Dammit...

As you leave the general store, you follow along with the party as they turn to the right to the gate out of town. The guards at the entrance eye your naked skin and jiggling endowments with clear judgment and a hint of lust, causing a heat to well up in your core. A slight breeze on every bit of exposed skin is a constant reminder of your state of undress even if your boobs and ass weren't jiggling with every movement. With your staff in one hand, you cross your other arm under your huge tracts of land, hoping to give them some support rather than cover. You're treated to the sight of them wiggling like two slimes atop your arm, causing you to feel a surprising bit of arousal at the reminder of your own blessings.

Every pebble in the road is yet another reminder of your nudity, with not even shoes to make you feel more human. Your bare feet pad along the well-trodden dirt road, Fran in front while Newton stands beside her and you take the rear with Linden. It's humiliating walking with three people who are all fully dressed (for the given definition of "dressed" Fran's dancer costume gives her), but... It's also exhilarating. You feel slutty and sexy, especially with the massive Linden and aggressive Newton easily able to overpower you should they choose, Fran being such a forward tease and... wait. Three people?