Knights of the Round Fable (Patreon)

Chapter 1: starting off on the wrong foot. 

There is an old tale from times long past. The king of the ancient city of  Azurya spread word to every corner of the known world begging for help with a constant issue. A dragon. One most large and most greedy by the name of hōstverti. The beast had wrecked buildings in the wake of its mass, and had stolen food and gold galore. Yet most concerningly was the disappearance of people. They would vanish in the night the day after it's attack. The king told in his requests and bounties that it was all this dragon, inflicting cursed charms on those unfortunate enough to witness it.  Such a beast scared off all but the bravest…or the most foolish. Which left only six. Six warriors appearing at the feet of the king hoping to earn wealth, fame amongst other things. The king looked upon his assembled warriors , and was appeased by the mix. 

There was a young Tundric Wolf by the name of Celise. Despite her frosted sword resting by her side, her face was excited and full of warmth. She warmly talked to any who met her gaze , telling them off her many adventures, mentioning a beautiful  vulpine woman she had traveled with for a stone. This was contrasted heavily by the woman next to her. Another canine, although with a strong brown and black coat. Her face was stone like , and she spoke few words only when prompted. Thankfully one of the few was her name, Dusci. As the group awaited for all the heroes  to assemble, she trained with her greatsword constantly. Practise dummies where torn in two by her blade quicker than they could be replaced. She did not come alone however.  The warrior had traveled with a companion. An equally silent raven sorcerer who seemed a slight friendlier than dusci. It wasn't a fight to get her to talk although she never sought to speak. Her name was Kathol. She found herself flicking through her tomes in the moments of silence. She would watch her compatriot spar, occasionally using magic to rebuild the targets.

The next to arrive was …an emerald  gem dragonborn. All but Celise looked at the figure with scorn; however any question of his loyalty was silenced as they pulled out a quiver of dragon slaying magical arrows. He spoke psionically to tell all he held no love for his kin.  It was enough for the king, although Dusci kept her mind on him. His name was Eifel. Next to arrive was another man who made his presence known, kicking through the doors to the king's chamber. He was a muscle-bound tabaxi with an axe resting over his shoulder and a confident smirk on his lips.  This was despite the fact he was a mere three feet tall.  His swagger was unshakable. He bellowed his name of Kitkahn through the halls as if beckoning it to be feared.  The final hero to appear was a cloaked aarakocra called Perth. Twin rapiers sat on her hips, her hands never left their bolts as if untrusting of those around her.  Her eyes darted between people as most around her were just as trusting back. Fortunately with the group formed , there was little time for bonding as the king  quickly sent the fully assembled party out to the dungeon. Thankfully it was only a day's journey from town, so the six were at the dungeons entrance only a few hours after next morning's light. 

Unfortunately, this was when things went wrong. Catastrophically wrong. 

Kitkahn, without a wasted moment , dashed ahead of the group screaming his warriors cry prepared for whatever mobs stood between him and the goal before him. However, he was barely a step in before one of the stones under his foot sank, causing a whistling dart from careening straight into his arm. Thankfully, it was tiny, barely bigger than a blade of grass. He pulled the needle from his bare arm , laughing confidently. “Bah! Pathetic dragon! Your measly little traps can’t stop me!” he called out, raising his axe once more defiantly. The others were much more hesitant to follow behind him. Especially when they saw the fur around the darts impact slowly turning red. Not blood red. It was brighter. And it was spreading in all directions quite rapidly. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that, feline.” Perth told him, using her wings to fly over the stones with the weighted traps before landing close to him at a place that she could see was safe. “Looks like you’ve been poisoned. Can't say I've seen anything like this before. Sorcerer, could you have a look to see if it's magical in nature?” she asked. 

Kathol looked down at the stones before her and nodded. She too flew over, Perth moving back into the air to let her take her place. Immediately the sorcerer looked over the growing red mark over Kitkans arm. Watching it spread over his chest. Eifel used his crystal wings to hover over the stones to look too. “Yeah , I can feel magical energy pulsing. Although… I can’t tell what is going on here. No spell I've ever studied.” she murmured. 

“It's a draconic perversion of the goodberry spell. I have seen it before. The darts summons the berries juice where it lands. And unfortunately, thats inside Kitkahn here.” Eifel told him before he began looking over the room. “Which… won't be good. We need to get everyone on the other side of this trap now.” 

“What…why? What's going to happen to me?” Kitkahn’s powerful aura was seemingly diminishing as he watched more and more of his fur slowly turning red. An odd feeling of fullness began to take his stomach, and there was a coolness to his hide which he could feel as he nervously rubbed his arm , having dropped his axe. 

Perth and Kathol made haste to do as they needed to. They flew back to others. Kathol lifted Dusci , having done so many times before in such circumstances. Perth did the same for Celise, who gave a slight blush at being picked up in the ladies strong arms as they were safely flown to the otherside of the trap. Eifel stayed floating by Kitkahn, looking as the redness spread over more and more of his body. His chest was quickly covered, and it raced towards his legs. However, before this original blot could spread to it, Kitkahn’s stomach turned red all on its own. As it did, a slosh filled the air which made the dragonborn before him grow nervous. “Oh…this is a strong spell. This is a really strong dragon… I am so sorry…” he murmured before moving away. Kitkahn watches as his paws turn red, unable to do anything. His limited coverage from his berserker armor only highlighted how much of his body was turning. “I …I feel funny,” he groaned. His strong demeanor dissolved, revealing only a fearful man out of bravado.  

And the reason why became clear to all. His stomach, once showing trim muscle wrapped partially in leather, was now softening before their eyes. Sagging in fact. It was rapid. Mere moments separated a strong six- pack and a watermelon sized gut for the poor Tabaxi. He grabbed it nervously, watching fearfully as it swelled out before gazing back up desperately to the rest of the party desperate for help. Celice looked on in horror , eyes wide with compassion and concern. Eifel looked more regretful, upset he could do nothing to prevent what was going to happen. Kathol watched on with disinterest, although her eyebrow peaked a little as if intrigued by what was happening to him.  Dusci looked on with disgust though, the thought of her muscular body going the same way sent shivers down her spine. Unfortunately the lady could only express it as repulsion. The only one not paying him attention was Perth, who was keeping an eye on the room ahead, worried for a second trap. 

All could only watch as his belly got bigger. The straps of his leather armor snapped one by one. The weight of all the juice causes him to stumble , his foot hitting another pressure plate causing another dart to shoot over and hit his ass. Within seconds, his rear surged outwards, ripping his clothes apart effortlessly with gallons of juice magically forming within him. He whimpered and moaned , trying desperately to not move more in case of sending another barrage of darts. Yet he couldn't help as his gut dragged him down with its intense weight. It got bigger and pulled him down harder. His strength, immense as it was for his size, was not enough to battle a belly that was as wide as he was tall and that was threatening to swallow up his whole body. His arms and legs began thickening and sinking away.  He hit his limit and finally fell, hitting several plates with his gut sending a half dozen more darts into his body all over. His eyes widened as his whole body began swelling faster and larger. Groaning and gurgling as juice kept building. The red of his fur grew darker and angrier as the pressure within him was getting intense. As his body grew, the once small man began to surpass the height of the guests one by one. Panic grew in the party as their eyes had to travel higher and higher to see the slowly sinking head of Kitkahn. They in turn slowly disappeared behind the red horizon of his immense form. 

“Oh lord. Is … is there anything we can do for him?” Celise asked nervously.

“Unfortunately a spell this strong would require the caster to break it. Either with a counter spell…or their death.” Kathol replied, a small spell before her that was checking what had happened to the poor man. 

“Indeed. Draconic magic is especially hard to break. I’ve tried before on much more minor occasions and I could do nothing. And this,” Eifel mumbled before he looked over to the large red orb slowly filling the entire hallway. “This is not a minor occasion.” 

“This fool has blown up and blocked our way out. We need to go find this dragon and kill it.” Ducsi murmured , her eyes narrowing at the sight of the juicy red stomach. She drew her sword before turning to face the dungeon they were now trapped within. The rest of the party did the same before beginning to walk deeper, the sound of creaking following them in bellowing echoes.

Chapter 2: Bag of bulging. 

As the sounds of the poor, overinflated Tabaxi became silent , the party began to regain its composure. Well, the stoic fighter and sorcerer didn’t seem overly phased to begin with. Celise on the other hand was still thinking about Kitkahn, worried for his overstretched hide. “Do…you think he's gonna be alright?” she asked.

“We can’t focus on him now. We need to stay in the now.” Perth murmured as she carefully scanned the area before  them. “Plus… he failed. I will tell the king that he did nothing but hinder us, have him taken out of the bounty and have his six spread between us.”

“I agree to that. Just know that will go for you if you can't keep up.” Dusci told her , watching her own step even if much more subtly. Kathol nodded her head in agreement. 

“Hey! He deserves his cut as much as anyone! He may have been a little foolhardy but he was brave!” Celise argued. Dusci scowled at her and was about to argue back before Eifel interjected. 

“If they do convince the king to do so, I will give him my cut. Or …most of it. I'm not here for money.” he whispered to her. It did bring a little smile to Celise’s lips , although she became a little more worried about him and his true reasons for being him. Not in an untrusting way, moreso concerned for him. 

The group kept up. Walking deeper and deeper into the dungeon. That was until they saw a doorway with a plaque upon the wall next to it. “The treasury.” the group looked on in confusion. “Wait what? This early into the dungeon? That's …strange.” Perth mumbled , moving to push through the door. Before she could though , Dusci grabbed her hand and pulled it back. “This could be a trap. Kathol… check for anything with your magic.” she commanded. Perth glared back at her before pulling her hand back. 

“I know it might be! I can tell when a door has got a trap on it. I can feel the difference in the weight.” she hissed. The rogue didn’t want to confess that she didn’t think about magical traps. Kathol, avoiding the drama , moved forward and looked over the door. “Doesn’t seem like it. Just to be safe…might be worth opening from a distance.” Eifel moved over and raised his hand, using psionic magic to telepathically open the door.  The treasure behind made the party's eyes widen even more  than they had seen. 

It was a sea of gold as big as the largest halls the five had ever seen. The sea of glinting wealth was broken up only by dozens upon dozens of gemstones all just as gleaming.  It reached as far as they could all see.  Perth nearly ran into the room although was once again stopped  by Dusci. “Patience you fool. The room could be trapped.” she scolded. 

“Actually, dragons will never trap their treasure rooms. It's… against their instincts. A dragon is just as likely to stick their hands into their horde just as much as thieves are. It would be like putting rat poison on all your food.” Eifel informed, before kneeling down to inspect the coins. “And these… They are genuine gold. We shouldn’t take any though. It's just going to slow us down. If this dragon is as dangerous as the king suggests , we will need to be on form.” he tells them all. 

Unfortunately, the others other than Celise were already grabbing handfuls of coins and stuffing it into their pockets. The wolf looked at him. “ I guess you and I can find the door to the next room?” She suggested. He smiled at her and nodded. “I'm glad at least one person is listening to me.” As the two began exploring the thin network of paths between pools of gold, the others plundered them. Dusci and Kathol helped each other fill their bags with a large if manageable amount of the most expensive gems. Kathol had an eye for diamonds so knew which were worth grabbing. 

Perth was much less discerning. Coin was coin. Yet she knew that she couldn't carry much. Her armor wasn't made for capacity. It was during her scrounging she found a bag which faintly glowed as she uncovered. There were golden letters stitched on the strap. “Take as much as you can hold.” Perth’s chest beat at the excitement of what she had found. She opened it up and was proven right..it was a bag of holding. Immediately she began stuffing gold into it. Handful after handful. She made sure she wasn't being watched. She didn't want to share any of it with the others, especially Dusci after she had been so “rude” to her. 

The bag seemed to take as much as she could give it. She kept packing more and more of it away. Gems , coins, trinkets and more. All effortlessly packing away into the magical bag. Her greed got the best of her as she even used her wings to scoop up more riches. She laughed to herself. After this she would never need to work or struggle. She would have so much wealth. Neither Dusci or Kathol noticed, both already fully invested in their own greed. Eifel and Celise didn't see either as both were looking at a door they had found trying to open it. Unfortunately, the most skilled lock picker had become gold blind , still snatching up every ounce of value.

It was only as a once large pile of gold the size of a horse was reduced to errant scattering of coins that Perth snapped back to the moment and looked at the bag, which was bulging with gold. Its magical seams stretched tight. Even with its magical blessings it was incredibly heavy. Perth wasn't able to lift it with all her strength. Begrudgingly she opened it back up and went to take gold out. Yet …it was all gone. However, she heard the wind escaping the bag whispering in her ears. “You were greedy and took more than you could hold, now you will feel the weight of all your gold.”  

Before Perth could question what it meant , she felt an odd fullness in her stomach. She lowered her hand down and gently rubbed it. She could feel something…hard and firm underneath her hide. “What the…'' she murmured. The fullness grew intense as she began filling fast. There was an odd…clicking sound from inside her. Her eyes widened as she realized what was happening. All the gold was being teleported into her. Handful by handful. Coin by coin. Her leather chest piece tightened as her gut grew with gold. Losing all sense of shame in the face of just how much gold she had stashed away, Perth ran over to Kathol, grabbing her desperately. 

“I've been cursed! You've gotta help me!” She begged out. Dusci was quick to shove her back.

“Watch yourself or whatever this curse is will be the least of your…” Dusci started to threaten her, but her words trailed off as she watched in confusion as Perth's belly tore her armor open. With her midriff now bare , it was easy to see the bulges of individual coins. “Holy shit…you know you are supposed to take the coins, not swallow them.”

“I didn't eat them! I found a bag of holding…but…everything I put into it…it's now putting into me! You gotta help…I collected so much!” Perth begged out loudly.  However neither Dusci nor Kathol budged an inch. 

“You never mentioned that to either of us. why?” Dusci asked.

“I'm guessing this thief planned to keep it all for herself.” Kathol told her. 

Perth looked around nervously before turning to anger. Her hands went to her swords , raising them aggressively.  “Help me right now!” she demanded. It was clear her balance was weak though, as her center of weight had lowered with the gold piling into her.  Dusci effortlessly clashed her own blade against Perth's blade , sending it across the room into a pile of gold. “Lucky that you look utterly helpless like this…or else I would have taken that as a threat,” Her words turned cold before turning to Kathol. “Is there anything you can do for her?” She asked. 

“Hmm. Not really. Again, it's really strong magic..spells I don't even recognize. Best i could do is make it more comfortable?” She murmured. Dusci looked at Perth, watching as her stomach distended further and further out , the imprint of each lump of gold stretching her hide uncomfortably. Her hands came down to her gut, holding it up trying to fight the immense weight. “Do it. She may be a sly thief…but this is something even she doesn’t deserve,” Dusci instructed before moving over to grab the bag from the ground. ”I will go find Eifel. Perhaps he can do something about this to stop it before she fills with the whole lot.” it didn't seem she had much time , as Perth’s stomach grew bigger by the second. She hit the ground as her legs gave in to the weight, causing clinks of gold within and under her which almost drowned out her humiliated whimpers. As Dusci ran off towards the others, Kathol did what she could. She began casting a spell before touching Perth. The filling bird only looked back confused. “Wh..what did you do?”

“Protection of energy. It's the only way i can make sure this next part doesn't hurt.” Kathol said, almost sounding regretful before casting a second spell. In an instant, all the gold within Perth began to melt into a thick, heavy molten slag. The discomfort with the edges of the coins and bars was removed , instead replaced with an almost pleasant warmth. Kathols talent with the magic had made the scorching hot metal barely heat the inside of Perth. As new gold formed , it too melted. Given it was now a liquid, the gold began spreading across the bird's body. Her arms and thighs began to thicken. As it did, Perth was practically immobilized under the incredible weight of it all. 

On the other side of the room, Dusci brought the bag over to Eifel and Celise desperately. “We got a situation. Perths been cursed, all the gold that she…” she was cut off by an irritated growl from the dragonborn as he dropped his lockpick furiously. “I told you! There's no traps here. I'm trying to open this door so we can keep moving. Please just handle it.” he grumbled. Dusci scowled and grabbed his shoulder to get his attention. Angrily he turned and smacked the bag out of her hand, sending it into a pile of gold in the distance. “Don’t grab me like that!” he yelled. His eyes filled with anger. Dusci initially went to meet his aggression before she noticed that the bag had been knocked into a mountain of coins. Slowly they were pouring in. Dusci’s eyes widened , and she quickly went to try to pull it away. Yet the precarious pile fell in on itself, trapping the bag under feet upon feet of hundreds of coins.  

On the other side of the room, Kathol heard an odd rumbling from Perth's swollen stomach, before it suddenly surged out. She moaned out as she got fuller and heavier with each and every second. “Oh…fuck. That's not good.” Kathol mumbled before backing away slowly before darting over to the door. “We need to leave. She’s starting to swell and fast.” she warned the group. 

“Damn! I'm still trying to unlock the door.” Eifel mumbled , before hurriedly grabbing the lockpick back up. Celise looked back nervously and saw a slowly approaching orb of stretched feathers, so much gold packed behind them that they slowly started to gain the same metallic sheen. 

“You are trying to lockpick this door? This wooden door?” Kathol asked. Eifel looked at her ready to argue , before realizing what she meant. He turned and hit the door with a strong blast of psychic energy breath, splintering the wood . Everyone hurried into the room , desperate to escape from the greedy golden ball that filled more and more of the treasure room. Once a thief, now ironically a vault. 

Chapter 3: tip of the spa

The four remaining hero’s regain their composure from within the next room.  They could still see the tightening orb of gold that once had been the rogue Perth. Not wanting to see , Dusci closed the door. She sighed. While she had been a thief, Dusci wouldn’t have wanted such a severe punishment towards her. “Poor girl… can…can we even help that? What's going to happen to her when the gold cools?” Celise asked nervously. 

“It won’t. I made sure to cast the spell to last a whole day. We won't take that long. And…worst to worst it can be melted again. It's just going to be a little less comfortable till then.” Kathol assured her. Her more silent nature was cracking just around the edges as the pressure of their dungeon crawl started to get to her. However Dusci put a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. 

“Its alright. We are going to fix what's happened and everyones going to make it out of this fine. What's important is that we keep a level head and move forwards.  The sooner we slay this beast, the sooner we can help everyone else.”

“Yeah! The king had a court wizard who was mighty and strong. If we make the dungeon safe by removing the dragon, i'm sure he would be able to come in and help Perth!” Celise suggested with a smile. 

“Wait … he does? Why isn't this wizard down here?” Kathol asked furiously.

“He's ancient. Cresting a hundred ancient. The king didn’t want him getting in danger.” Celise replied

“How do you know this?” Dusci asked. 

“While I was waiting for you all…I talked to alot of the people in the castle. I met the wizard. He was really kind actually.”  Celise clarified.

“Sounds like the king was expecting us to fail.” Kathol murmured, irritated. 

Eifel scowled and notched an arrow into his bow. “Lets prove him wrong.” his voice was filled with anger. “It's time to move on. Come on everyone.”

The party seemed reinvigorated by a mix of rage at the king , concern for their fallen party members and determination to see victory. They ventured down long (and surprisingly wide) stone hallways dimly lit with old torches , ever vigilant for more traps. As much as no one wanted to admit it , they were all terrified of blowing up like the other two. There was something about  going from such strong , independent and powerful fighters to totally immobile blimps that made it so terrible to the lot of them. Celice was the most open about it, showing concern on her face. Eifel seemed a little off kilt too. The more stoic pair did not show it on their faces, although both of them had their eyes darting around rapidly.  

Their journey came to an end as they reach a new door. The two magically inclined went to examine the door for any dangers and once it was clear, they gave Dusci a nod, who then kicked her way through it. She brandished her sword ready to fight, but was surprised as she realized where she was. It was a bathhouse. The soft warmth of steam gently enveloped over the party , easing the aches from their travels. Just the mere presence of it eased their minds too. The weights on their backs felt a thousand times lighter. All of them let out a content sigh. All…but Celice. Celice ,being from the icey northern tundras , hated every single second of the oppressive humid heat.  “What the hell is this place?” she asked panting already. 

“I don’t know… but this is heeaavenly. I can feel it in my bones…it's so good…” Kathol mumbled out. 

“Its… dragon steam…it's magically infused. It heals you, revitalizes you… and it can even ease your mind with a strong enough caster.” Eifel mumbled before his string loosed, before he returned  his arrow to its quiver. “MMm…I think…I think I gotta take a second…and enjoy this.” he mumbled. 

“n..no we need to stay focused,” Dusci mumbled out. She was fighting her every instinct to give in to the blissful relaxation. However her last strand of resistance vanished when she saw the center of the room which was made up of a wide, shallow pool. Hesitantly she touched it with her hand and felt a beckoning , easing warmth. She let out a little sigh of relief. “You know what…yeah we should rest up here for a few. Better to be fully rested, this dragon could be really … really strong.” she mumbled. She barely even thought about her actions as she began taking off her armor. She placed the metal plates in a neat pile , along with the leather straps that fixed it to her body. Kathol looked to her friend with a little confusion. “Dusci… are you doing alright? This is nice but..are you sure this is a good idea?” 

“Ohhh yeah. Feel the water. It's so good. It's like putting your hand in a summer cloud…so warm and comforting.”

As Dusci stripped down, Kathol went over and put her hand in too. Immediately she agreed with the thought and went to join in, taking her armor off slowly. Eifel was about to argue , when he too touched the water. All three of them began preparing to take a nice bath in the vast pool. Celise scowled at the thought of spending a second more in the room. She walked over to the other side of the room and began checking the next door along. As she walked she noticed something strange. Along the sides of the spa there were two long rows of elevated tiles under the water. It looked like a seat yet it was odd. There were hundreds of holes running up the length of it. It was hard for Celice to think with the heat, but she slowly realized what it was as she reached the far end of the pool. She immediately turned and began running back as fast as she could. “Get out of the pool!” she yelled. Yet none listened to her. Dusci got into the water and took a seat with a pleasured sigh.  Before the others could join her , Celise tackled them to the ground. Eifel and Kathol looked at her furiously,but an odd sound snapped them out of the warm allure. A hundred little clicks as the pool activated a cruel trap.  

Dusci felt an odd feeling below her. Before she could react, a smooth marble nozzle slid inside of her whilst tearing through her clothes to do so. She let out a whine

 “Wh…what the fuck was that?” She asked looking next to her to see the next identical nozzle.  The hundreds of them that lined the pool. She could see as the far end began in a flurry of bubbles. The bubbles got closer and closer to her, turning the once calm pool into a large violent orchestra of dread with Dusci as its audience. That was when the nozzle she was sitting on started to shake before it suddenly began to pump warm, bubbly water right up into her belly.  She whined loudly as her slim , muscular abs began to stretch out like a water balloon. “guuuhhh…Kathol, Celise…pull me off this thing…its…so fast…so much!” Dusci begged.

Unfortunately , Kathol and Eiffel still felt unrelentingly drawn to the water. It felt so pleasant and warm, like the peak of a healing spell or the moment of falling into deep slumber under a cozy blanket. Celise was using all of her strength to drag the two of them away from the water to try and stop them both from joining Dusci. “I can't! If I let go of them… they are gonna jump in.I think the water is bewitching!” Celise shouted, grunting desperately. Dusci let out another groan as the warm bubbly water slowly began pumping into her every inch , her thighs and ass thickening. It felt incredible, the relaxing properties of the pool still present even as it filled her. Yet, the strong willed explorer had enough resilience to fight her urges to just give in to the comfort of it all. “A…alright…p…pull them out of the room. Get them to the next room…maybe when they don’t feel the steam they will snap out of it. Block the door…and then come back and try to help me!” she instructed, trying her best to think as her body got bigger by the second.  

“Yes ma’am!” Celise nodded , doing her best to drag the others away. She was strong, stronger than she looked. She was able to lift the lighter Kathol over her shoulder. Unfortunately the heavy crystal scales of Eiffel made it difficult to drag him. She was just strong enough to hold him back. Thinking fast , she desperately did what she had to do. She used the blunt side of her sword to knock him out, cracking a scale. Celise began dragging the two towards the door on the far side of the room , only able to hear Dusci’s body bubbling , groaning and creaking as she swelled larger and larger.

Celise pushed through the next door and set the two on the other side, before running back through into the sauna. She quickly shoved her sword under the door to block it from being open. Kathol banged on the door desperate to break through to the water. Thankfully it held against her attempts to push through. The fighter turned back to look at Dusci and her heart sank. What had been a muscular woman moments ago was now a large , almost fat looking ball with heavy conical arms which flapped frantically from side to side. “Oh goodness…you…you swell up so fast. Are you alright?”   Celise asked nervously, watching as the fabrics of Dusci's undergarments tightened and her body slowly rounded out more and more. Her stomach burbled furiously like a teapot, yet her groans had become less pained and nervous, now becoming more relaxed and almost content. “Im…I'm okay…it feels good. R..really good. I know…I know this is wrong though. You gotta try and pry me off of this thing before I end up like…the others.”

“Okay…well…I'm.not really sure how to. I can't fall into the water or else we will both be in the thick of it.” Celise admitted nervously, trying to think…yet every second she wasted on thought was an inch that Dusci gained. She got wider, fuller and ever more helpless. The warrior's instincts told her to fight it. Fight the immobility. Yet the steam was just so welcoming. The relaxing , comfortable aura was in every inch of her body.  

“Fuck ….it's hard for me.to think…just…give me a hard shove. If I can get off the nozzle…I won't grow any more at least. I'll…I'll manage to be this big while you all finish the mission. It's going to be alright…between the three of you, you'll be able to take care of the dragon. You've…got this. “ she murmured, trying to reassure both the fox…and herself. She was so far beyond her comfort zone. Never before had she been so helpless. Her mind flashed of adventures , trying to find her own way out of the situation but there was nothing like this. Ducsi had been tied down before, but then she had cut though the rope with a hidden dagger. Now a rope wouldn't fit round her and she couldn't even move her arms anymore. The water filling them had made them stiff and tight. Best they could manage was flapping her hands around fruitlessly. 

Celise nervously approached the water, knowing that if she fell in she might end up just like Ducsi. Her hands trembled the closer she got, sweat dripping off of her given the horrid humidity. She placed her paw on the bareback of the poor blimp, and could feel the pressure growing under her skin. Dusci let out a little groan at the touch, having become so stretched out and so incredibly sensitive. “F…fuck…I don't…know if my skins is gonna be able to take a big shove. S…start gentle please…” she begged. 

“I'll try, just…brace yourself. I don't know how this is going to feel for you.” Celise warned before giving Dusci a slight push. Her body creaked as it teetered forward , before slowly bobbing back upwards. Dusci moaned out as she swayed around, still stuck on the nozzle. “N…not hard enough. fuck, just…quick! Again.” she begged. Celise took a second to steady her footing before giving Dusci a second harder shove. As she did, a large strange watery rumble filled the room as her body sprung free from the nozzle.

Her body floated, thankfully. All the air from the bubbles was enough to stop her from sinking even with the intense weight of the water inside of her. Dusci let out a loud moan of relief as the feeling of increasing pressure finally stopped. Her hide still creaked with tightness even now it was no longer being stretched. The once slim fighter now had a comical bubble of a build. Thankfully , Dusci’s head was over the water line which allowed her to take deep , slow breaths. Now her skin wasn't being stretched uncomfortably, she was at the full mercy of the incredibly pleasant sensation of the bubble streams gently massaging the sides of her tight body. And it was good. So good. Better than the water had felt before. Any and all the pain of the pressure vanished as steam slowly pooled out of Dusci's snout. 

Celise looked at her with concern but realized there was nothing she could do for her now. Seeing as Dusci at least seemed at ease now, Celise left without a further word. 

Chapter 4: cursed color caverns 

As Celise joined the rest of the group, she was surprised to see that the once very put together dungeon had become nothing more than a simple cave , more dimly lit than the hallways before. Eiffel and Kathol both waited on the other side of the door. The dragonborn was looking forward until he noticed Celise , who he came to greet. “Good job back there.  I just couldn't fight my urges. I'm guessing the mists are infused with a healing spell of some kind, but it's scaled to the dragon herself. It's overwhelming for our size.” He clarified before nervously glancing at Kathol.  Celise looked over and her heart sank a little, the once reserved bird seemed a little disheveled. 

Celise sighed and moved over to her, gently resting a hand on her shoulder. “She's gonna be okay. We are gonna get her back to normal. I promise.” She told her. Celises optimism was infectious, bringing a little smile back to Kathol’s face.  It was enough to keep her going. The sorcerer stood up and shook off the nerves she so rarely let herself feel.  The three were reinvigorated to fight this dragon and to save their party from their strange fate. 

Now they were able to better take in the room, Kathol looked to Eiffel with a raised eyebrow. “what's happening here? If you know. It's kind of odd that the dungeon turns to a regular cave half way through.” She asked. 

“It's not…the most common, but it's often because dungeons are built into caves. Rooms like this are often traps in that it links up to a vast network of separate caverns..the lack of decoration is to hide the true path. Thankfully we might be able to track the dragon if we follow the erosion in the stone, its heavy footsteps should surely wear out the way in the main path, even if it's slight.” Eiffel suggested. 

“That's…. actually really smart. You've hunted alotta dragons…haven't you?” Celise asked, impressed with his logic. As she did, Kathol used  her magic to begin examining the stone for any slight oddity.  Eiffel seemed to shy away a little. “Yeah… I guess I have. I don't keep a tally. Or any trophy. Dragons are just …pure evil. And I do the world a favor with each one I help take down.” He told her. 

“I've never met one. They aren't so common in the far northern regions. To do all this …they must be intelligent right? Can't they be reasoned with?” Celise asks. 

“I’d like to think so. I tried before. Offered to spare a few dragons if it changed its ways. All it ever got me was a torrent of wretched breath. I don't give them the chance anymore.”

“Well…sounds like you have a noble goal. Just remember that revenge…it can be as dangerous as outright cruelty.x she warned , trying to reassure him.  He gave her a weak smile , before nodding. 

“I will.”

As the two talked , Kathol studied the ground before pointing down one of many snaking stone tunnels. “This is the way.” Unfortunately the way was pitch black. She summoned a ball of fire which sat on her palm as if her arm were a torch. Eiffel drew an arrow and alighted it, magical flame seeping out of the enchanted tip.  Unfortunately Celise had no such magic. Nore did she have a torch , having lost it earlier in a hasty escape. She wasn't even sure when. “Guess I'll walk between the two of you?” She suggested with a shrug. With no better idea , given both the casters had their own fire to focus on.   They didn't wish to waste a second so all began down the path. 

As they walked, Eifel, who was in front, carefully examined the ground for strings.and other kinds of trap whilst Kathol focused on keeping her light steady. All was going well until Celise heard an odd sound coming from her right. She looked towards it and saw a glint of something all while hearing the same odd sound. Words. It was words. She could tell now. One very specific name. Emilia. Her heart beat. It was her voice. A voice of a lover she had to leave behind to take the journey. The adventure was for them.  Enough money to live together peacefully forever. No more worrying about money. Yet she heard Emilia's voice clear as day in the caves beckoning her.  Celise looked into the shadows to the source of the voice. She couldn’t risk not going in case it was the real Emilia, so she began wandering down the offshoot. Kathol missed it, having heard the voice of Dusci begging for help. She turned to look back yet  shook her head. She knew that there was nothing she could do. By the time she turned back around , Celise was gone. “W..where did she go?” she called out. Eiffel turned on the spot and his eyes widened. “Shit… did you just hear a voice? “ he asked nervously.

“Y,,yeah i just thought it was an echo or something.” Kathol mumbled. “ why?”

“This must be a Caesiren Mirror cave…we need to find Celise now. Like right now.” he announced , a fearful tone in his voice.  

Deeper in the cave, Celise wandered nervously trying to follow the sound of Emilia's voice. She kept walking until she hit her head walking into a wall. With a grunt of pain she rubbed her snout, only to see a perfect reflection of herself in the wall in front of her. It was clearer than any silver  she had ever seen. She looked deep into her own eyes , giving herself a little smile. That was when she saw a figure leaning out from behind her. It looked like Emilia , a vulpine with soft orange fur. Her hands gently rested on Celise’s shoulders. At least…it looked like she had. Celise looked down and saw nothing there. Nothing behind her, no one holding her. Yet…the warmth was there. She smiled and looked back in the mirror. Unfortunately this time, something was very very different. Her snout was dark blue. Darker than arctic ice. She reached up and gently rubbed it , not believing what she had seen. Looking down her snout, Celise was horrified to see that her nose was actually blue. Worse than that, it was spreading. Fast. she gulped nervously, which made her aware that her mouth had a strange flavor in it now. It was tart…fruity. A flavor she once loved in the deserts of her home. Blueberries. 

Her eyes snapped back to the reflection of herself. Instead of her look of horror however, Celise’s reflection was smiling widely. Enjoying every moment of it. Emilia within the reflection gently stroked Celise’s jaw teasingly, and the blue followed her finger down. The poor tundric wolf watched as her soft white fur all turned the same almost purple blue. It made her look almost damp. Her reflection was reveling in every second of it, although it was only in her face. The rest of her body did exactly as she did. That was when Emillia seemed to trace her hands down to the wolf's stomach, gently rubbing it from behind with both hands. Immediately there was a new bizarre sensation in her guts. One that seemed to make both reflections absolutely elated. However the true Celise was mortified as she felt her armor steadily becoming more and more snug. After what happened to the others , she could only guess what was about to happen to her. She began to try unfasten her armor, but Emillia grabbed her arms in the reflection.  The wolf quickly found herself unable to move. She watched as her armor tightened more and more as her stomach pressed against it. It was true. She was swelling up!

The growth wasn't even just limited to her belly. Her hips and thighs began to swell  too, which only tightened the straps of her armor. She helplessly whimpered before the straps began to snap. One by one, the leather tore with loud pops. That was until the metal plate dropped to the ground, revealing her tight clothes underneath. They struggled to contain the mass of juicy mass that packed onto her frame, her belly revealing itself between her top and her pants. She could feel the ghostly hands of the reflection Emillia gently hefting around her plump stomach. Celise could feel gallons of liquid inside, sloshing around as she moved the slightest amounts.  She helplessly whimpered as her body kept growing, utterly relentless in its size. Not only was she growing , but it was getting faster with every gentle rub that came from Emilia. Every grab of a rapidly softening edge of the poor girls gut. Every single shiver sent down her spine caused by the feeling of thick , syrupy juice pooling into her every available inch. 

The reflection seemed to decide to taunt her further. It moved her arms down, forcing Celise to rub her own full stomach. She was so tight. The poor wolf could only watch as her lower half seemed  to merge together into one large tear-drop shaped curve. Thankfully, whatever magic was taunting her body let her clothes stretch far beyond the fabrics normal limits. Seams stretching and bulging for sure, making her feel the tightness, yet still just big enough to contain her. The mirror did everything it could to taunt her, to make her feel as bizarre and uncomfortable as possible. This feeling heightened as her rear pressed down against the ground, slowly but steadily lifting her paws from the  ground. Moans and groans escaped her lips as her body continued to grow. Her only company being her reflection laughing right at her, with Emilia slowly pacing around her , stroking her body with an almost spectral presence. As the last few traces of the warrior vanished under a sea of blue, the rest of the party finally find her. 

“Oh god…what happened to her?” Kathol asked a little unnerved. 

“It's… a Caesiren mirror. These…siren like creatures live within this parallel world that they can breach through. Draconic magic can open these breaches which they use for defense. Unfortunately this is what it does to its prey. It lives on the twisting of positive feelings. Im guessing Celice enjoyed blueberry pie. It's a popular treat back where she is from. I traveled that way once….” Eiffel mumbled. He drew an arrow from his back and shot into the mirror, causing it to shatter. It fell to nothing more than another wall in the cave. But the damage was already done. Celise was a fully round ball, stained deep violet. Her only relief being she could no longer see her reflection. Now only the steep horizon of blue and the darkness of the cave filled her vision. “H…help me…im so full…so….juicy.” she stammered helplessly.  Both Eiffel and Kathol gently placed a concerned hand on the tight full lady , gently stroking her juice saturated fur to try and offer some comfort. The sensitivity of her hide made even this small gesture overstimulating… almost too much for her to handle. Yet it was also pleasant. It was a reassurance. 

“What can we do for her?” Kathol asked. 

“It's something that will go with time. The Caesiren magic will fade and she will return to normal. If we try to mess with it, the magic would likely backfire and make her even larger. If…she could handle getting any larger.” he told her. They both eyed up the tight  blueberry of a girl. She looked full. Tight. Tighter than even the others. The magic seemingly holding her on the edge of overfilled for her whole transformation. Now the caesiren magic was gone, she was left there. Plumped to her maximum. Kathol sighed before turning back to the cave to find the path.” i guess we'll just have to keep moving.” she mumbled. 

Eiffel went to join her but before leaving he put his hand on Celise’s stomach one last time, gently rubbing it to comfort her. “It's going to be alright. I promise you. Just… hold on.” he told her. “Thank you for being…a kindness in the party.” with that, he could do nothing more than bury his flaming arrow in the wall to keep Celise in the light. She would have thanked him, if she could have spoken through her swollen cheeks. As he vanished into the caves, she only hoped that she would be juiced soon…and that those final two could slay this beast…and free them all. 

Chapter 5: Barrel Busting 

The remnants of a once large party, Eiffel and Kathol , kept pacing through the long winding caves.Her hand was intertwined with his, both terrified of being separated out  like the dear Celise had. the sorcerer was leading, using her magic to find their way. The dragonborn scanned behind him with a dagger in hand , anticipating an attack. Every moment within the dungeon so far had been a deceitful trick. No room safe front traps most fowl. Dread was felt in the air and it was thick especially as the cave drew to an end. Every door so far had come with a lost friend, it made both of them apprehensive to touch the handle. Equally afraid that each of them would have to face the dragon alone…or be the next to swell as the others had. Yet, unable to go back or to do nothing, the pair move forward. 

The room was a pleasant enough looking banquet hall, which after all else was as sinister as any prison. A huge table covered in rich red velvet and plates awaiting a feast upon them. Unlit candles decorating the spaces between. The walls were made of stone brick, and were lined with humongous wooden barrels taller than the two heroes combined , with massive spigots for pouring the contents each ending in a narrow taper. Eiffel looked around with growing apprehension. “This…is the banquet hall. It means we are close. It is always the closest room to the dragon's den, no beast of this size wants to go far from its resting place to its food. This…would be a good place to take a moment to rest. I know I could use a moment to catch my breath… try and make my mind steady.” he suggested.

“That sounds really good,” Kathol mumbled , before she sat down at one of the chairs.  “Me and Dusci would always take a break by now in a dungeon. Not a long one, usually just enough to let me prepare some powerful spells. We would eat a light snack just to regain our energy. I dont…i dont think i can eat right now though. I think if I did, I'd throw up if I felt full.” she admitted with a sick feeling down to her stomach. She didn’t want to know how the others felt. Even approaching it would make her feel sick. 

“I know what you mean. Perhaps there is something calming within these barrels like some tea. I will check some of them out if you want to stay here and relax.” Eiffel offered , looking to the closest barrel. Kathol nodded softly, gently rubbing her face to try and shake off the dread that had filled her. As she recuperated best she could, the Archer gently twisted the handle on the barrel’s tap. Weirdly he heard an odd groaning sound coming from behind the wood, yet he shrugged it off as the metal being old and needing to be greased. After a short delay, thick rich golden syrup began to ooze out, dripping onto the floor. “Damn…this whole thing is full of syrup. This dragon must have a sweet tooth. Hopefully it has something we can actually stomach.” he mumbled , before closing the handle before heading to the next barrel to the right.

From her seat, Kathol watched as he went from barrel to barrel pouring out a small amount of each. Various liquids poured out, although none seemed inviting to her stress-twisted stomach. Wanting to just get on with it, Kathol stood up and started to help. She went to the other side of the room and started to check more barrels. The first one was coffee, rich and strong. It was cold though, she shrugged. A little fire breath would warm it back up. She closed it up and moved it over to the next tap. The brass creaked, although this one weirdly didn’t groan the same way. Nothing came out at first. “Must be empty…i guess that's just…” before she could finish the sentence,  a thick purple mist puffed out of the spigot before it swiftly began coiling around Kathols body. Her eyes went wide as her body began to tingle strangely. “OH NO…not me! Not like this!” she yelled fearfully. Eiffel looked over in shock, running over to try and help, yet within a blink of an eye, the mist was gone. All having seeped into her body. Her gut was already in knots from the nerves, the magic that engulfed her spread that twisted feeling across her whole body. Most concerningly, her chest felt the worst. It felt…full. 

Kathol and Eiffel both looked over her body in fearful anticipation of what was going to happen. It didn't take long for them to see what they were waiting for. Yet, unlike the others, it wasn’t Kathol’s belly. It was her boobs. They quickly began filling up  her robes, unveiling her cleavage quickly.  Yet her plumage looked strange, it wasn't the same midnight black that the rest of her feathers. It was during white. Creamy soft white. And it was spreading. Kathol groaned and reached down to support her swollen breasts, an incredible heft pulling her downwards. “God…no. This…this isn’t right… pl..please help me!” she begged. Yet Eiffel had no idea what to do other than slowly back away to not be in her swelling body’s way. His attention was momentarily stolen as the barrel behind Kathol opened up , revealing a large empty space filled with more of the magical mist which immediately began to ooze out, pooling around the helpless girl. 

With deep nervous fear , Kathol could only whimper as her chest kept growing. Her long robes got dragged up higher and higher up her body. Eiffel noticed the white color slowly began to spread across her body. With it, it brought swelling. As it ran down her stomach, it began to bulge outward. It wasn't at the rate her chest was, yet still it steadily swelled. This growth was unlike the others in another way. Instead of looking tight, her stomach looked more soft. More like fat. She quickly went from slim to full blown fat, her curved gut revealed as the fabric of her robe was pulled tight. Her arms and legs too began to thicken, all as the white spread across her whole body. Watching it run down her arms towards her hands was too much for Kathol. Impulse took over and she alit her hands with magic , casting a spell on herself to try to stop the growth. Eiffel watched in horror “Wait no!” he tried to stop her yet it was already too late. The sorcerer's magic seeped across her body and seemingly helped. Her body stopped swelling and she let out a moment's sigh of relief. Yet Eiffel   had no such sensation .

“You dont understand. You shouldn’t have done that!” he yelled nervously. 

“Why? I'm not going to just let this happen to me?” Kathol shouted back, her heart pounding with nerves. She could still feel the immense weight within her body.

“Because you said it before! This dragon’s more powerful than you are!  All a counterspell is going to do is add more mana to the initial spell…which means that…” his warning was interrupted by a loud rumbling groan coming from Kathol’s stomach. He didn't finish his sentence. He didn’t need to. Another grumble was followed by a sudden surge in swelling, her whole body getting larger and fuller by the second. It no longer resembled fat, she now looked as taut as the others had. The unrelenting growth began tearing through the seams of her robes. To make things worse, Kathol felt an unbearable pressure in her chest. This was swifty followed by a twin stream of cream oozing out of her chest. That's what it all was. Thick, heavy, fatty cream pumping into her every inch.  The thought of all the extra thick milk coursing through her body only made Kathol feel more sick.  She was never really one for dairy, it was far too fatty. A little weight now doesn't seem too bad. 

To make things worse, Kathol could feel the magic grabbing her body. Tugging at her, pulling her towards the barrel. She whimpered nervously, going to scream out for help, unfortunately her mouth quickly filled with cream. It garbles her words  , although it was clear to Eiffel she was begging for help. He could do nothing but take a few more steps away, not wanting to get dragged into the barrel with her. He did hate himself for it. His kind nature made him want to help her. To support her. Watching the cream leak out of her beak as her bulging body got brought deeper and deeper into the barrel.  “I'm sorry!’ He yelled out to her apologetically. Unfortunately words were useless to Kathol now. She couldn't return any as her beak overflowed with thick creams. Her arms and legs were so full they became impossible to move beyond fruitlessly flapping her hands and feet.  The only part of her that still held definition against her orb of a body was Kathol's huge, round tits still leaking streams of milk , pooling under 

her. 

The shadow of the barrel began to creep over her form as she began to enter it. The fit was tight and only got tighter as her body grew into the container. As her whole, near spherical form got stuffed into the barrel the lid began to close. Encasing her in darkness. “H…hewp…meee!” She begged out. Yet Eiffel could only watch as her creamy form disappeared behind. The wood. Sealed away. Saddened and angry, Eiffel placed his hand on the barrel. “I promise…I will slay that dragon and free you from this curse.  Just stay…” Before he could finish his promises to help her, the wood let out an ominous creak. All that extra mana she pumped into the spell wasn't done with her.  She began overfilling the barrel, causing the wood to begin to crack and splinter. White flesh began pouring through broken planks. Eiffel wanted to help but had no idea how. All he could manage to do is back away nervously. The swelling began to slow yet didn't seem to stop. The barrel ripped to pieces sending dust and wood everywhere. Thankfully it was so old the wood didn't splinter into anything too sharp.  

Backing away, Eiffel eyed up the door to the next room. He knew he couldn't stay. The longer he waited , the higher chance she had of exploding. He had to slay the dragon and fast. He couldn't risk anything happening to her. To any of them. Each one of his party members were held in swollen peril and only he could end this dragon and free them all. With a defiant look, and an arrow notched, he ran to the door and pushed through into hōstverti’s chamber.

Chapter 6: The dragons of the Dungeon. 

With his bow at the ready, Eiffel kicked through the door into the final room of the dungeon. The room was dark, alit with only a dozen small braziers hanging from concrete pillars. They illuminated the center of the room which was all that was necessary to see his goal. The dragon hōstverti lay in a peaceful slumber, her sapphire-like scales glowing a dim orange in the fire. She smiled in her rest, as if knowing off all the chaos that she caused with her traps and trickery.  He canned the area , looking for the best place to attack from. Eiffel knew that attacking from blind instinct would leave him vulnerable. He found a vantage point near the entrance. A statue that stretched up to the top of the room. He quickly climbed up it, careful not to make too much sound. He had one shot. One single shot. 

He began to line up his aim. Magic of the dragon-slaying arrow softly glowing illuminated his focusing face. Eiffel carefully aimed the shot, yet his hands shook as emotions built up within him. Anger thinking of the party members who had been tormented with the bizarre magics. Transformed into berries, inflated with gold , and stuffed with cream and steam. The looks of fear and confusion weighed in his mind. The thought of all them being stuck like that due to his failure horrified him. The thought of joining them horrified him even more.  All stuck. All helpless. His hands trembled more. The tension of holding the heavy string only added to the shuddering of his aim. 

He took a deep breath to try steady himself, lining the steel tip of the arrow up to where he wanted. His heart pounded within his chest. It was too much. He released the shot. It sailed through the air before embedding into the floor mere inches away from hōstverti. The beast's eye opened suddenly before narrowing in rage. Eiffel panicked seeing her awake so quickly , so too matched her haste in notching another arrow before sending it down towards the dragon. Unfortunately it was quick, moving out of the way before launching into the air directly at Eiffel. Before he could dive away, the large powerful hand of the dragon gripped his entire body like a ragdoll. His bow snapped against him as the hold tightened. 

“Who dares attack the great Hōstverti?” She shouted, voice booming through the room strong enough to shake the chains of the braziers. Eiffel struggled but managed to free himself enough. “I am Eiffel Fémeraude! And I will….slay you!” He yelled before definitely grabbing one of the arrows from his quiver before stabbing it into the beast's hand. She recoiled , dropping him to the ground, landing on his back against the stone with a thud. Yet, Eiffel refused to feel the pain of it. Not now. He drew his short sword in one hand, and another dragon slayer arrows in the other. He determinedly stood before the beast as she pulled the arrow from her clawed hands. Fury on her face. 

The two began an intense battle. Eiffel ducked and wove through strikes, delivering a few blows where he could to be safe. The sword merely glanced off the scales of the beast , yet thankfully the arrow could successfully stab in. But Hōstverti wasn't stupid. Her swipes became more calculated. They went from wild swipes to clean cleaves, catching Eiffel covering him in nicks. Thankfully his own scales took the brunt of the hits. At least the smaller ones. But as his lungs ran out of breath, and his muscles began to ache, his arrow supply dwindled and his chances were all spent. He stood, bruised and aching from exertion. Sword all that was left between him and the dragon. 

Hōstverti looked at him and smiled. “You fought well, young Fémeraude.  I will honor you with one chance to flee. Accept you have been bested and leave.” She offered it to him. 

“Never. Your magic has cursed all of my companions. I didn't know them well … but I will not leave them under your cruel thumb. Not while I have blood in my veins.” Eiffel yelled defiantly, swinging his blade at any part of the dragon that drew close. 

“Ah yes…I see them now with arcane eye. My my you are all so dreadful. Not one room where you didn't lose a party member. Even the sauna. That's not even a trap, it's just a bath. Well...don't worry. I'll go and make sure none of them. Pop. But you and your friends will be joining my horde.” Hōstverti threatened him. With that the room alighted with dozens of candles revealing what was once hidden in shadow. Dozens upon dozens of people, all inflated into orbs just like the others. Some leaking juice, water, milk and others just creaking and groaning. All haphazardly piled upon each other. Eiffel's eyes widened. So surprised by the sight he didn't realize Hōstverti was going for him until it was too late. Within a second he was lifted from the ground, brought up to the long snout of the smug dragon. 

“I…will figh…” before he could finish his defiant warning, his face was brought to hers almost like a kiss. His confusion rose higher than ever before , until the dragon began to puff a deep, warm breath directly into him. It filled his stomach up like a balloon, quickly causing him to start blowing up. Eiffel's eyes couldn't have grown any wider as his body effortlessly swelled. Not only was it the dragon's breath blowing him up, but magic was imbued within. It made him grow so fast..so fast his clothing didn't have time to stretch, ripping immediately. He could only watch as the dragon's grip had to widen to fit his swelling frame. Seams popping like lit firecrackers. 

His arms and legs became quickly stiff as air filled them.  His ass and even his tale grew too, ripping his pants to shreds. He was bare, yet there wasn't time.for shame amongst the pressure and…surprising pleasure. The feeling of her lips against his, pushing gust after gust of hot, magical breath into his body. Was this why the others moaned? Is…is it supposed to feel good? He didn't understand. It looked so horrific yet felt so good. So indulgent. Was this just magic melting away his apprehension? Or just genuine pleasure. He couldn't tell. He hoped the others felt the same goodness within them. The breath didn't stop. Puff after puff sent into him, turning him rounder and fuller by the second.

All that filled Eiffel’s vision was entirely consumed with the large, smugly smiling face of Hōstverti who seemed to be revealing in every moment of his transformation into a blimp. Watching his arms and legs slowly lose any hint of their former shape and slowly become bloated cones. Watching his cheeks puff up , unable to swallow the sheer volume of gas being puffed down into him. His green scales stretch to contain his rapidly increasing form.  She loved this. The traps

… The oddity of them. It was all for her enjoyment. She loved watching each and everyone one of them becoming a helpless orb. The sensationess starting to get too much for Eiffel. He began to white out. 

“Aaannnd…that's game guys. Total party blow out. And you came so close this time to defeating my dungeon.” the dungeon master Beatrix announced to a table of somewhat disappointed looking faces. 

“That's it? We come all this way and struggle through so much to end up some dragon’s pet balloons?” Eiffel's player, Voak grumbled , upset at themself for losing to the on crucial dice roll when they were taking a shot. 

“At least you got to play! I made a critical failure on room one!” Kitt grumbled , looking over his barbarians character, Kittkahn's sheet having been able to do little other than eating the available snacks. Dani looked over her own warriors sheet. “ At least you got taken out by a trap. Dusci looked like a total fool.” She grumbled. Kathol 's player Katherine told her it would be fun to do DnD as she could do some totally badass things. Now she just felt silly. 

Katherine herself shrugged. “I don't know. I guess it's kinda fun.” Her tone was her rather usual leveled and relaxed, although she knew in her heart of hearts that the campaign was odd.  Celeste, ever the sweetheart, joined in on the more positive side. “I think it was pretty fun! I got to act and have fun being Celise. I think the experience was pretty great!” she added. Emily had suggested she try it, it was her first time too. Perth's player  Reba, who was pounding down the snacks like Kitt, had little to add other than “and the snacks you provided are great! So… this session was a success in my book. This is awesome.”

With the party divided on the quality , Beatrix had a strangely wide and almost evil smile. It was odd to everyone. There wasn't an apology to upset or a thanks to the others. The dragon's ear to ear smiled revealing devious sharp teeth. “Well ...the campaign isn't over quite yet. We need to find out what happened you all first.” she announced to them all. All went quiet. Celeste was the only one feeling bold enough to say “d…don't you mean our characters?” She asked. 

“No… no I do not.”  Beatrix clarified before clicking her claws together. Her hands filled with dice infused with glowing magical energy. She threw them down , six dice. “Oh my. Poor explorers. Seems you fall for the dragon's  trap.” The group looked at each other fearfully. Steam began to seep out of Dani’s mouth, Celestes fur began to turn deep violet, Kathols chest began to tingle and swell, Reba’s orange feathers turned a metallic golden, a few dozen red dots began to form around Kitts body which began to spread out, and Voak felt a phantasmal pair of lips kiss against their own. In a second , all eyes went wide as all six stomachs collectively groaned in nervous anticipation. 

fantasy story fun time! guest characters include Dusci and Kathol, based on Dani and Katherine belonging to @revobluealbum on twitter/x

Kittkahn based on kitt belonging to pinnacle221

Celise, based on celeste belonging to some guy on discord.