Sam and someone else.

Bursting out of the undergrowth, Lara tumbled into a clearing, coming to rest gasping on her back. A small, resentful part of her mind noted how difficult it was to catch her breath with the added weight on her chest. Wearily hauling herself into a sitting position she took stock of the clearing. There were two other, very surprised, figures sitting by a campfire. One was an elderly man, grizzled and severe, though he now wore an expression of mild surprise. The other was... "Lara?!"

"Sam?!"

"Lara!" Sam rushed to her, bowling over the surprised archaeologist and flattening her back to the ground. Sam was, as always, adorable. She wasn't terribly short, just small and energetic. She was quite fair, even after the last few weeks of seafaring, and her short black hair (currently engulfing Lara's face) looked none the worse for ware. Lara teared up slightly as she clutched Sam, unable to find the words for how happy she was to see her.

"Oh, I'm so happy you're alright! Roth said he didn't see you make it... Lara what happened to your-"

"Roth? Is he here?" Lara interrupted, pushing herself up again and searching the clearing for her mentor. They were alone save for the stranger, "...who's that?"

Sam blinked hard at Lara's sudden growth spurt but haltingly replied, "Oh, uh... Lara, this is Mathias. He's a... uh... teacher who got stranded here. Just like us!"

The man stood. He wore a heavy patchwork cloak and leaned heavily on a wood staff. His hair was short, salt and pepper but the deep lines on his face made him look far older. He smiled warmly and offered his hand, "A pleasure to meet you Lara. I hope the island hasn't roughed you up too badly." Lara noted that his smile was directed somewhat lower than her eyes, which unexpectedly made her heart flutter. Reflexively pushing out her chest, Lara shook his hand somewhat more daintily than she'd intended. Sam gawked as Lara's breasts swayed, mouth falling open as she watched the nipples trace patterns under the thin fabric of her shirt. Strangely, Lara was far more interested in Mathias's gaze on her, listening intently as he addressed her breasts, "Your friend here was just telling me a story about her family history."

They settled back around the fire, Sam seemingly unable to comprehend Lara's transformation as she flopped down next to her. Several moments passed before Mathias turned his gaze to Sam expectantly and she snapped out of her trance, "Oh, uh... yeah. My family is descended from Himiko."

Mathias scoffed, "There was certainly more to the tale you told me before your friend arrived! Why don't you start from the beginning? It was such a lovely explanation." While Sam tried to gather her wits to relay her favorite story, Lara took a moment for introspection.

She'd been acting very strangely ever since she got these swollen mammaries, not like herself at all. Scared, flirty... enjoying a man ogling her chest. It was almost like she was acting... girlier. Which made no sense. A magical boob-job and suddenly she was a damsel in distress? Actually... that summed it up pretty well. When she concentrated she could almost feel a sort of... pressure in her mind. She didn't like it. Crossing her arms over her chest, she leaned closer to Sam. She'd have to be vigilant of her behavior till she fixed this. Somehow. The whole situation just seemed to be getting more and more surreal as time went on. At least now she had Sam. And this "Mathias."

Mathias... Wait a minute... She'd heard that name just recently...Since she got to the island? Now that she wasn't distracted by his eyes on her breasts she felt a little uncomfortable with his unwavering attention to Sam's tale. There was something almost predatory about the way he looked at her, it was unnerving. Sam's bubbly personality and friendly demeanor made her gullible and quick to trust, in college Lara had had to step in on several occasions to stop her from getting into real trouble. Had they been out on the town back at the university Lara would have expected him to try and offer them spiked drinks or follow till one of them was alone.

"...so there you have it. Um... Lara? Could we talk for a minute? Alone?" Sam gave her a meaningful look and grabbed her hand, pulling Lara to her feet towards the darkness without waiting for an answer.