For the cure, I think...?

“What?” I confusedly questioned.

“Well, part of the removal of your current curse is to be wear something it can be channel onto that is then removed and probably burned or buried, lest I’d allow someone else to potentially end up with your cursed item. Clothing works great for this, and I don’t mind throwing away my current shirt. I figured it’d be easier.” She stated, going back to violently shaking the bottle.

Thinking about her proposal logically, it’d be easy and I’ll probably never see this woman again anyway. It’s not like I’m comfortable taking my clothes off for a random elf though. I think. Fuck it, my tits are covered anyways.

Undoing the clasps on my tunic, I slide it up and over my head, feeling the extra weight bounce slightly in my now unsupported chest. Sitting the tunic to the side, Lia’s face goes a shade pinker than before, easily visible now that she’s not mixing the solution around. She must’ve enjoyed the show.

Lia, a little distractedly, tells me to hold on a moment, turning around quickly to pour the mixture out and compare some notes. She bends just a little further over the desk than she probably needed to for it, pushing out her admittedly cute ass, the outlines of it barely visible through her clothes.

After a few minutes of waiting, and at least half the time spent wondering what she looked like under that white coat, I catch her glance back at me, a little red. Looking up to meet it, she quickly goes back to her notes. It’s almost as if she was checking me out? Not very professional but honestly expected at this point.

Despite that, I continue waiting patiently, and with a few of what I hope are last touches to the mixture, various bits or pieces being added, and then the mix being stirred, Lia finally turns around again.

“Alright, we are ready to cure you! Sorry for the wait, I didn’t think it would take so long to get right, but here we are!” She took a step toward the table holding the bottle close to her stomach, before announcing what I’d need to do.

“Next step, is that I need you facing that way for just a moment, and I’ll give you my shirt so we can use that as the amp- sacrificial item. And then you get to drink this mixture! Before you say anything about how it’ll taste, just remember that it actually shouldn’t taste badly with what I put in it. If it does, then spit it right back out and I’ll re-make the mixture.” She said quickly, answering a question I wasn’t even considering asking. Was she about to say amplifier in the middle too? It’d be a weird wording...

“If you would please face the wall while I get changed?” She asked, without much room for questions. I guess I’ll just have to trust her.

Lia walked around the back of the table, disappearing from my field of vision, but placing the bottle on the seat next to me. For a moment it seemed she might’ve been a lot closer than she needed to be, but the rustling of cloth proved otherwise and the coat was tossed over the side without the bottle. Her shirt was then added beside the white mass as the coat disappeared, presumably, so that she’d have something to wear. Maybe, she was the type to have been wearing nothing under that coat, it was long and thick enough…

A hand approached my tail, lifting it and tossing it to the side, while another held my shoulder in place. Slightly worried, and a little confused, I half turned to see Lia drop my tail onto her thick thigh, as she sat herself around me, our legs side by side.

“Oh, yes, I probably should’ve warned you, but I assure you this is for your safety, I need to be ready to rip the shirt off you if it doesn’t work or the curse manifests in the shirt somehow dangerously, I had that happen once, and it’s serious stuff.” She said, explaining herself.

Not really wanting to slow anything down, I just accepted her explanation and waited for her to continue. Curiously, she had a vial of something sitting in her lap, but I couldn’t quite see what it was, just that both it, and her, were warm.

“Alright, now, you get to put on the shirt, and then drink the mixture, very simple. In fact I probably should have told you to put the shirt on before, but it doesn’t really make a difference.”

Doing as told, I picked up the nicely smelling shirt and wiggled into it, jostling whatever was in Lia’s lap. The shirt was surprisingly fitting on me, though because of the elf’s height, it did bunch up Shirt on, the next thing was the bottle, which she swiftly placed into my hands.

This is it, this is the moment I get cured and don’t have to deal with all those idiots on the street, and stupid people doing weird things like that guard, or the damn dwarf. I just have to drink this.

In a few big gulps, I down the mixture, the weird dark water lingering like honey before I start to feel it’s effects. Immediately, my tongue feels thicker, and denser, like it just gained a whole meter of length but still somehow stayed the same, an odd but not unwelcome feeling. It was almost expected since that book had described something similar.

What I didn’t expect was Lia’s shirt. It went from being a plain linen shirt, to suddenly restricting, wrapping around me like it was barely tighter than skin tight, but only for a moment. It rapidly convulsed with pale colour while a tearing sound replaced the relative silence. Like this, it continued, Lia’s fingers at the hem trying valiantly to get it off, but those constant constrictions meant it both wouldn’t budge, and that it was hard to grab properly. Suddenly, it started rippling through materials too, passing over all sorts of things from simple cotton to a stitched sweater, to a fine silk, to thin glass. Each time finding a new way to express it’s tight displeasure.

Lia cried out, “We have to get it off you! I don’t know what it’s doing!”

“How!?” I panicked. “I can’t tell what it’s doing either!”

Lia didn’t respond for a moment, before the shirt changed material to a soaking mist, suddenly sticking to everything, before going back to a simple cotton. It didn’t change again, but Lia also didn’t say anything.

Getting it off me, I pulled it up hastily and tossed it across the room, about ready to turn around. Lia however, beat me to it, hugging me from behind breathing heavily in my ear.

Relieved, I relaxed back, feeling the full of Lia’s small breasts on my back, and placed my hands on her legs. “Thank Fos that’s over, I never want to do that again.” I say, letting my tongue loll out of my mouth, all the way down to my tits. It really is long now, just like Ari’s no doubt.

Lia, breaking my fantasising before it starts, lets out a low groan. Her hug loosens so I start to get up, only to be pulled right back down by a shaking Lia. “N-N-nooo…” she moans, “…don’t… please d-don’t get up y-y-yet.” Panting heavily, the apprentice doctor sounds like she’s been run ragged. Did expelling the curse do this?

“But the curse is gone, did it hurt you or something?” I ask, concerned, but patient enough for the answer.

Between heavy pants, Lia manages to get out, “I th-think? I am r-r-really turned o-o-on right nyyyuugh-” she moans suddenly, pressing herself to me.

Suddenly, I remember the vial that was in her lap. It had to have been something for the after-effects. Reaching back, I pat around to find it, starting to speak.

“Oh wait, you must’ve had this thing for the…” I cut myself off. Lia lets off a moan as I realise what is currently soaking into my palm.