The Everlost Glade chase (Patreon)

Sweat dripped off Gianna's brow as she sprinted at her top speed down a narrow trail through a glade. Her hefty chest plate barely slowing her incredible pace, nor was her longsword which was drawn and ready for the fight she knew was ahead. A look of determination  was on her face as she sprinted. “The opossum is not getting away this time.” She swore to herself. The dastardly thief had been pilfering through the town , taking coin and valuables from dozens of homes. The thief had vanished every time before the squire could make it, only ever a passing glance before the possum vanished.  Except this time and the time before. Previously , Gianna had no idea what to expect from the opossum and was entirely caught of guard. This time Gianna was ready though. She found the thief,  wrist deep in a nobleman's purse. She chased the opossum from the home , out of the town and into the wild. It had been a few miles, but the opossum wasn't far ahead. Every clearing Gianna could see a flutter of her cloak. 

As the squire got closer  she began to see the opossum and her accomplice who was running just ahead.  An otter dressed in a blue sleeveless vest.  He looked out of place for a life of crime.  Gianna did not question  the attire, even on their first meeting.  A crook was a crook. Any associate of the opossum was going to end up behind bars. The squire's sense of justice was indomitable. The accomplice did seem a little more…unsure than the opossum. Gianna thought that he may be new to the life of crime. A shame someone who seems so harmless has gone down the wrong path. Regardless of her fleeting thoughts of the otters intent, Gianna ran onwards. She would figure him out more once she had the opossum in custody. She needed to put the thief behind bars for the sake of all those she had robbed blind. 

A clearing formed and Gianna got a clear sight of the path the two where about to run down. The squire drew a dagger from behind her back tossed it in front of the thieves. Gianna wasn't much for words, her actions often spoke loudly though. The opossum understood keenly and turned to face her, drawing her blade. “Quite the determined squire aren't we? What's the matter, did I take something of yours?” the opossum asked from behind her cloak, a snide smirk just about visible through the shadows. Gianna simply raised her blade level with the thief's neck, although they were separated by a good few feet. “Not mine. But not yours either.” She grumbled, her voice having no show of exhaustion. No sign of anything, detached from emotion. She had to focus on duty over any personal stake. 

The otter stood next to the opossum and drew his weapon too. He seemed much less ready than either of the others. “this doesn't have to get violent.” He pointed out, looking a little nervous. Gianna only raised her sword , prepared to strike at either of them if they got closer. The opossum did the same but began to side step. Gianna matched it to keep her directly in front. “Of course it does. You think squires going to give up now?  No… prison or blood. That's how this will end.” The opossum told her accomplice with the same wide smile. 

“Don't you think that's being a little…over dramatic? What if we just gave back what we took?” The otter suggested. “All of what we took.” Gianna didn't respond, only narrowing her eyes at him.  She didn't understand his apprehension. What thief would ever give back what they stole? It didn't make sense to her. It made it harder for her to concentrate as she questioned the others' intent.  

The Opossum looked disappointed for a moment at her accomplice. “We never give back our hard earned coin. Just because Miss silent but deadly over there can't handle a few lighter purses.” Her snark was infuriating to Gianna although her steady mind and face kept it from showing. The thief's face was not as steady, disappointment clear  on it seeing that here mockery wasn't affecting the squire. “Don't worry though. She's not that tough. Nor that smart. That's why she talks with her sword, she doesn't know any words.” The opossum teased, trying to get any kind of rise out of her. 

“Hey! There's no need to be mean. She's just doing her job. Maybe she's just the silent type! Some people don't talk all that much.” The otter suggested. He had such a weirdly out of place sweetness to him that made Gianna more uneasy than the opossums teasing.  The thief rolled her eyes at the thought but noticed that Gianna had taken her yes on to the otter. An idea popped into her head. She looked over to her accomplice and began mocking Gianna more. “She's doing her job? Not doing very well at it. How many robberies did we do in that town before she even got a glance at us? Maybe… twenty? So you even know about all of them?” She asked Gianna, all the while she slowly circled round a little more. The squire kept her straight in front of her though. Focused on her main target. 

The otter did his best to be pleasant. “Hey! That's not fair. We are very sneaky! Especially with my spells. It's impressive she found us in the first place let alone this second time! I'm sure she's an incredible squire. Plus! She's caught us here! We ran so far and so fast she kept pace excellently.” He argued.  Gianna couldn't keep her focus. He was just too unusual. So sweet. She had thought before it didn't seem like he was cut out to be a thief but now… she was becoming convinced that the otter was roped into this somehow. Maybe with a little help she could get him too…

Gianna’s thoughts where interrupted by tbe feeling of a firm shove. Her attention snapped back and saw that the opossum had shoved her back and hard. The squires footing gave up, sending her tumbling backwards off of the path onto the ‘grass’ behind her. The suddenness of it all knocked the air from Gianna's lungs. She laid on the ground for a second to catch her breath as quick as she could. The opossum stood over her with a smug look on her shadow-veiled face.  “You really couldn't handle him being kind to you , could you?” She taunted. 

“You used me to trick her?” The otter asked , clear upset in his voice at being used as a tool of deception. 

“I am sorry for that. But I needed to get her guard down. I'll make it up to you later,” The opossum offered before her attention turned to the squire. “You should stay still. Enjoy watching us walk away with all that nobleman's gold.” She mocked , pulling out a hefty bag of coin before waving it just out of Gianna's reach before slowly walking backwards. The squire gritted her teeth and summoned all the energy he could to lunge up at her target. However, the full plan of the thief came into effect. Before Gianna could move an inch, the grass around her snagged around her arms and legs. The squire still fought forwards as hard as she could however she barely moved a foot away from the ground before it yanked her back down. 

The opossum smirked at the sight. “You aren't from around these parts, are you squire? You've never heard of snagroot before have you? It grows around the edges of paths to try to catch travelers during flowering season. And…unlucky for you…” as she said this , Gianna noticed a large flower arise and slowly move towards her snout. The squire tried her best to fight against the plant , however it was strong and held a tight grip on her. The petals covered her mouth , and a weird vine from the plant pushed into her mouth. Before she could question what was happening, Gianna felt the plant began to pump. 

The squires eyes went wide as air began to push from the plant into her mouth. It has a strong floral taste that reminded her of honey. There was so much of it that her cheeks quickly bulged out with it, Gianna soon had no choice but to swallow it. The air sunk to her stomach and made her feel incredibly full. She looked down past the flower to see that even after that one gulp, her stomach was bulging. The opossum reached forward and poked her gut with a laugh. “I know you probably feel full already…but snagroot is going to fill you with it's pollon until your poor hide can't take anymore. We will finally have you off our trail. So long squire!” She shouted before running off down the path. The accomplice looked horrified at the thought but had no choice but to run too. 

Gianna was left helpless in the grip of the snagroot. She tried to pry herself out unfortunately she had tossed her dagger she'd use in such emergencies to stop the thieves. She could just about see it glinting ahead of her. Mocking her . Her sword was closer, but was still out out of reach. Her finger could just about scrape the tip of the pommel but it wasn't enough to pull it closer. She tried to think of a way out but her thoughts were interrupted by another large puff from the flower. She swallowed it down and her stomach bulged even larger, pressing into the bottom of her breast plate and lifting the top she wore underneath it. A thin sliver of her belly revealed itself. Unable to do much else, Gianna simply braced herself for the pollon. 

Puff after puff from the plant came and pumped down into Gianna. She was forced to gulp down every bit of it. Slowly but surely her stomach grew bigger and bigger. What was weirdest to Gianna wasn't the fact she was filling with pollon, but was that she was actually enjoying it. The sensation of the gas pushing down her was alright, but the feeling of her belly growing and getting tighter with each one was unlike anything she had ever felt.  Even her determined and trained mind was wandering away from remaining objective and focused and was slowly turned into pleasure. Her stomach was getting huge, far bigger than any she had seen.

However, more than just Gianna's belly was beginning to swell. Her ass too began to puff up. She could feel her pants tighten around thickening hips and thighs as her lower half thicken up. Each puff pushed her just a little higher as her ass lifted her up more and more. It felt just as incredible as her stomach swelling, it was getting harder to try to maintain clarity for Gianna. A new sensation shot through her body as  large puff shot down her throat. She felt it settle in her chest behind her armor. Her eyes widened, knowing she wouldn't have much room to grow with her chest plate in the way. Desperately she tried to tug her arms up.to try unfasten the leather straps that held the plate to her. But the more she tugged the tighter the snagroot pulled. Not only that, but it began puffing faster, trying to immobilize Gianna as quickly as he could. It didn't help that her resolve was washing away more and more with each puff. 

Gianna watched the flowers vine bulging as it brought more and more pollon up to stuff into her. Her stomach creaked and groaned as it kept growing far beyond what the squire ever thought was possible. Her thighs were filling her once loose short pants fast. Below the shelf could see her calves starting to swell. It was odd being able to see her skin blowing up like a balloon. Although the bigger her belly got the more of it was revealed to the air, it was getting harder to see as her chest bulged upwards. It was pressing harder and harder against the armor slowly lifting the plate up. The same began to happen to her arm plates as the pollon air began slowly seeping down to her biceps.

Thankfully the snagroot seemingly noticed the heavy resistance from the iron plate. Vines began to snake up from the ground and wrap around her armor. It sought out the binds holding Gianna's armor to his body. It tugged at the ties , which the poor squire could feel as her body had puffed against them. There was practically no space between her and her clothes meaning the vine pushed into her puffy body to tug away at the leather binds. The knots came loose fast, already under growing pressure as each puff pressed more of Gianna's chest against it..the second the bins came undone, the metal flew off of the goats chest landing to the side. The armor covering her arm quickly joined it on the floor as the snagroot got Gianna exactly as it wanted her. Unabided in her growth.  

Another side effect for the poor squire was that the pleasure had fully taken her mind now that the pressure she felt from the armor plate was gone. She wasn't trying to fight the snagroot anymore, not that it would have been much use. Her body was bloating fast, creaking with an overwhelming fullness.  And it felt incredible. All she wanted to do was rub her belly, however the vines didn't loosen enough to let her to move. Only enough to stay tight against Gianna's expanding frame. The plant did seem to take some pity on her , using a vine to delicately stroke around her body. It felt incredible that Gianna didn't question why. 

Yet, it was quickly becoming clear to anyone who was watching. The vine wasn't rubbing her belly, but instead it was searching. Trailing around her bare gut till it found her overstretched clothes. The fabric was already under so much tension that the vine giving it just a gentle tug caused a rip to snake up from her gut to the start of her chest. More tears began to form , a chain reactions of split seams branching up and down her top. The vine began to slither downwards to start the same process in Gianna's pants. Each puff of pollen sent the rips further along her clothes until one final pump caused her attire to fall to the ground in tatters. 

Now bare in the woods , Gianna looked over her body best her restrained state would allow and saw that her torso was rounding out, and was steadily swallowing up every last inch of her body. Her arms and legs had become practically conical and even her hands looked a little puffy. Gianna tried to move her arms but they couldn't budge an inch. Even without the vines, the gas had made her body so stiff she couldn't move. Every part of her warrior's soul was screaming that she should be more worried yet the dominating thought was more. More. She wanted to be bigger, fuller, tighter. It felt so good. A pleasure she often did not afford herself.  She craved it more than she had ever realized. The once reserved squire was practically sucking the pollen from the flower. The snagroot was more than happy to provide, so began pumping more and more into her even faster than before. 

Gianna lost focus fast. The feeling of filling was blissful. She made no effort to look over her body. It grew even without an audience though, getting rounder. The sphere that made up her center swallowed up more and more of the squires arms and legs, leaving her looking more and more like a helpless ball. The vines fell off her body , no longer needed to keep her still. The flower remained, still rapidly pumping pollon into her. Even with those restraints gone , Gianna didn't even try to escape or fight the plant's grip. She didn't even think of escape. That would mean an end to the flow of the sweet air and the pleasure that comes with it. Her body creaked as it kept growing, it had swelled all the way up to her wrists and ankles leaving only hands, feet and head poking out from the overstretched sphere that was her body. 

As her extremities began to sink into her body, a new feeling began to form. The pressure was turning into a terrible tension forming over her skin. Gianna's eyes widened and began to lose their glaze as the tightness in her skin dampened the pleasure and replaced it with discomfort. Her mind began to kick back in to thought as she began to realize what the opossum had said. “snagroot is going to fill you with it's pollon until your poor hide can't take anymore.”  Her eyes widened when she realized that this plant was going to pop her. While such a thing wouldn't be the permanent end of her, it would have her out of commission for days. Long enough that the thief’s trail would be cold. She tried to fight herself free as her determination returned to her , but she couldn't move a single part of herself. All her effort only managed to wobble around. 

Just as Giannas body began encompassing her face, she heard the distinct sound of steel flying through the sky. A chakram flew just past Gianna's face, severing the snagroots flower. The next second , Gianna saw a glow covering one side of her body before it began to get pushed from the grass onto the pathway. The squire found the sensation of rolling do bizzare , although she felt a sense of relief as the puffing finally stopped. She looked around best as she could, and saw the otter slowly walking over to her. A nervous smile on her face. “Hi… sorry…I uh .. I didn't want to leave you to pop. I'm going to cast a spell on you to make you deflate over the next…hour or so.” her told her with a little smile. 

“Can you make it longer?” The opossum asked , she was standing further away with a reluctant irritation on her face. 

“I can do a couple of hours maybe? Nightfalls not far away and it's dangerous to be in the glades at night.” The otter argued.

 The opossum shrugged and sighed , which the sweet man took as a apprehensive approval. He smiled as his hand filled with a magical glow. Gianna immediately felt the tension in her hide begin to ease as the pollen began to escape from her body. She let out a little sigh of relief. The opossum came forward and grabbed the otters shoulder. “We need to move.” She commanded. Without a further word the two sprinted down the path out of the blimped Gianna's sightline. The squire , now back of sound mind, was baffled. He came back for her? To save her from popping.  That wasn't the action of a hardened criminal. 

Maybe this otter doesn't need to be behind bars. Maybe she could convince him…next time.

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