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Standard Minor Move- Part 6

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Penultimate part of my collab with :iconchuckmanx:, love how this little triptych came out. :D
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     Celia stepped off the dais and made for Jillian's hallway, but first she had to get down, and she was barely finding stable footing on flat ground. Slowly, she put her first leg down on the step, then moved another one onto the next step. Unfortunately, for all her magical power, her coordination wasn't up to drider levels yet, and when she tried to bring an opposite leg to move down another step she lifted all her left legs, pitching down the stairs towards the ground, tumbling end over end once before screeching to a halt inches from the floor as she reflexively levitated. Blinking what eyes of hers she could, Celia righted herself, merely having to think it and turning rightside-up. Exhaling, Celia shakily set herself down and continued down the hallway towards Jillian.

 The clicking sound her legs made as they tapped against the floor one after another made her skin crawl, but soon enough she could see the shimmering globe of Jillian's backside in the magic light that seemed to illuminate Celia's path wherever she went. Celia could hear Jillian moaning as she approached, still in the throes of her ravenous hunger.
     "J-jillian...?" Celia started, trying to see around the giant spherical mass of blue jelly. "Jillian? Can you hear me?" The moaning ceased, and the huge blob of jelly seemed to shudder and jiggle, a definite sense of movement, but the enormous blob didn't seem to actually be doing anything. Celia lurched back when the surface of the blob bulged out at her, her two front legs raising with their points toward Jillian out of reflex. The lump pushed and surged, three distinct shapes extending out of it, two drooping down while the third extended toward Celia. Celia whimpered as the shape extending towards her pinched in and gained definition, Jillian's features- or a reasonable facsimile thereof- etching themselves on the surface of the blob, even her hair seeming to rise out of the back of the protrusion as the two lower blobs- her pendulous breasts- continued to fill and bloat, until Jillian looked just the same as when she and Rena had left her at the other end of the hallway.
     "Oooh... hello..." Jillian said, smiling slightly. She almost looked drunk. "I don't suppose you have any food, do you?"
     "Jillian..." Celia started, easing back a step. "Jillian, I need to know how to change you back. I'm not that good at magic, not like you."
     "Magic...?" Jillian asked, her head tilting nearly entirely sideways. "Oooh, I know a conjure food spell... somewhere..."
     "Jillian?" Celia offered, her brow furrowing oddly around her eight eyes. "Jillian."
     Jillian looked at the drider queen, furrows appearing in her face's ooze. "...Hey. You got any food? I'm sooo hungry..."
     "Jillian. Jillian, please..." Celia said, tears brimming under her two main eyes. "It's me, Celia."
     "Oooh... Are you sure you don't have any food...?" Jillian asked, Celia's name not sparking the barest hint of recognition in her. "Something smells good in your clothes..."
     Celia's brow furrowed again. She didn't have anything in her robes, she'd left all her equipment on the dais. She looked down at herself, realizing the only thing in her robes were the raggedy bits of flesh and copious amount of blood from her transformation.
     "J-Jillian, I-I don't have anything..." Celia stammered, backing another step away from the slime girl. "Jillian, please, it's Celia. Remember?"
     "Just... mmm... just lemme get a sniff of your robe..." Jillian said, reaching out to Celia with a translucent hand.

     Celia swallowed hard. It was clear Jillian wouldn't be able to help her, but what else could she do? She thought back to the sheet she had read, about the Maag and it's powers. Wishes. She'd heard of wishes before, of clerics and other holy warriors being able to directly ask the gods for this or that boon. Could the Maag really have given her that much power? Closing her eyes, Celia thought for only a moment.
     "I wish Jillian was how I remembered her," She thought, and reached out to take Jillian's hand in her own. She hissed as she felt the acidic ooze sear the skin between her fingers, but just as quickly it was gone, the goo still cold and slimy but no longer acidic. She pushed her magic into Jillian, the conduit jumping across her and into the transformed sorceress. The slime-girl's face seemed more perplexed than anything else, some odd feeling or another making her forget about her hunger however temporarily. With a hissing and bubbling sound, Jillian started to shrink, her enormous bulk detaching from the walls and gathering towards her torso.
     "What's... ooohhh... what's happening...?" Jillian said, her torso seeming to lose cohesion for a moment, her back and neck wavering side to side as she shrunk.
     Please, Celia thought as she pushed the magic into her friend. Please come back to me, Jillian.
     Jillian seemed to faint, her fingers sliding out of Celia's grip as she drooped forward, her head falling into her enormous cleavage as she continued to shrink, muttering incoherently.
     She felt the flow of magic stop, the sensation just gone, as though she'd been holding onto an uncoiling rope and the end had just flown past her hands. She could still feel the power in her, but... less, somehow. She'd given Jillian all she could handle, and now, as Celia watched the hallway-filling monster shrink down to her eye level, she just had to hope it had been enough.
     "Uurrrwoooo..." Jillian moaned. Slowly bringing her head back up to look at Celia. She was still huge, the bloated sphere of a stomach she was laying on wider than even the farthest feet of Celia's splayed-out stance, her enormous, heavy breasts drooping nearly to the floor atop it. A huge lump of goo rose out of the small of her back, imitating some kind of obscene exaggeration of Jillian's rear end.
     "Jillian...?" Celia asked, backing up another step. "Jillian, can you hear me?"
     "Oooh... I'm sooo hunnnngryyy..." Jillian moaned, and Celia's face fell. It hadn't worked...?
     "...What in the nine hells happened to me?!" Jillian suddenly snapped, and Celia's eyes flicked up to her friend, who was staring at her translucent hands.
     "Jillian!" Celia exclaimed, spreading her arms wide like she was going to embrace Jillian. In response, the goo-girl's eyes went wide and she stuck a hand out, doing a quick arcane chant. Before Celia could recall what spell Jillian had cast, though, the sorceress' hand bulged and exploded, pelting the walls and ceiling with a smattering of blue droplets, a few even landing on Celia's face and chest. Celia blinked in surprise, watching Jillian's hand re-form itself, Jillian's blank eyes staring wide at the regenerating appendage.
     "O-kay, note to self, fireball spells don't work as... whatever I am."
     "J-Jillian?" Celia started again, noticing that at least the slime no longer felt acidic. "Jillian, it's Celia."
Jillian looked at the drider queen, her translucent brow furrowing. "...No you're not. Are you? Am I hallucinating? The last thing I remember was pushing through the magic barrier..."
     "Yes, it's me," Celia said, taking a step forward. "I, I know it doesn't look like it, but it's me. The Maag, it, it changed me."
     Jillian tried to prop herself up on her elbows, taking a few tries because her arms kept sinking into her breasts, until she finally was able to get herself into a position to look Celia over more critically.
     "...Should have known, I guess. That sounded like an artifact of Lloth. But what's it doing so close to the surface? And where is it?"
     "It, um, broke," Celia replied, looking down and adjusting her robe to try and better cover all four of her breasts.
     "It BROKE?" Jillian exclaimed, her brow rising more than was humanly possible, the shimmering orbs of her eyes bugging out slightly.
     "It- it gave me its power!" Celia exclaimed. "I didn't want to, but I needed it to fix you guys!" Jillian's features contorted into a cross between resntment and resignation, looking down at her bloated form.
     "Well, okay, so fix me."
     "Um..." Celia said, twiddling her fingers. "I, uh, I did already."

     Jillian tiled her head at Celia, mouth slightly agape. "...Does this look fixed to you?" She asked, sinking a finger entirely into her flesh.
     "Well, I mean, you're better than you were," Celia protested. "At least you aren't filling the entire hallway and can go for an entire sentence without talking about food..."
     "Okay, yes, very nice," Jillian said. "Now please, do whatever it is you need to do to get me back to normal."
     "O-okay..." Celia said, reaching into her mind to try and change Jillian the rest of the way back. She could still feel the power, but it felt different this time- the 'parcel' felt lighter, less substantial, like it was missing a piece. "Er..."
     "What?" Jillian asked, trying not to sound impatient but understandably eager to longer be an enormous blob of distended gelatin.
     "I, um..." Celia said, shifting her weight from one row of legs to another, "I... don't know if I have enough power."
     "You're kidding me," Jillian started.
     "Can- can you walk?" Celia asked.
     "I don't even have legs!" Jillian retorted.
     "I know! I know! I'm sorry!" Celia cried, backing away. "I just- I want to make sure I can at least get everyone back to the village, you know? Then we can find a temple or something to fix us the rest of the way, but if I don't shrink Copperpot and calm Rena they'll never leave this crypt!"
     "I- but- rrrgh..." Jillian muttered, her conscience agreeing with Celia even if her ego demanded she be made fully human.
     "...And plus there's more food in the entrance, if you remember...."
Jillian reflexively perked up, then sighed. "All right, all right, let me see if I can..." She started, rolling back on the enormous sphere of her stomach and trying to right herself. Celia moved around Jillian's side, her enormous bulk still forcing the drider to hug the wall if she didn't want to get one of her feet in Jillian's belly. As the huge sphere finally lifted off the ground, Celia could see a long, flared tube descending from Jillian's huge backside, looking not unlike Ceila's own robes if they were made of translucent blue jelly.
     "Hooopf... it's a good thing I'm see-through, I guess," Jillian said as she turned around, Celia noticing that between her spherical belly and her fat, heavy bosoms, Jillian's flesh stacked just higher than her eyes, the sorceress unable to see directly in front of her save by looking through her impressive curves.
     Celia skittered around Jillian, shivering a bit as she felt her legs brace against the wall almost instinctively, keeping her balance as she moved forward down the hall. A Drow. Not just a Drow, but a drider, an abomination known from coast to coast as one of the darkest, most evil of monsters. She wondered if she'd get excommunicated for this, for being a living symbol of all that's evil and terrible in the Underdark. But none of that mattered, for now. Now all she had to do was get Copperpot and Rena back.

     Celia sighed as she approached the antechamber, heading for their backpacks. She had barely cleared the line of the door to the trapped chamber, turning to regard Copperpot, when one of her six spider-eyes caught a glint of metal, her reflexes twisting her head away, the barest prick against her skin as her magic stopped copperpot's thrown dagger from puncturing her face, the tip just barely sunk through her skin beneath her cheekbone. She stepped back, the dagger falling to the ground, only to see another dagger sailing end over end towards her. Celia's legs splayed out, dropping her and her spider abdomen to the floor as the blade sailed over her head. Another one heading for her heart caused her to jump up, and the world spun as her drider half seemed to move on its own, the eight spindly legs punching into the stone of the ceiling and leaving her hanging upside-down.
     "Copper- ack!" Celia started, trying to call out the halfing's name but interrupted as her robe flopped down over her head. She dropped from the ceiling, whipping around again and finding herself now swinging like a pendulum, attached to the ceiling by a thick strand of webbing connected to the rear of her spider abdomen. "Copperpot! It's me, Celia!" She said, holding her hands up.
The halfling paused, an incredulous look on her face. "...The only person naive enough to think she could say that, looking like that, and expect me to actually listen is Celia," She said. "No one else would think something that stupid could possibly work."
     "Um... so, does that mean you belive me...?" Celia asked, her swinging slowing.
     Copperpot rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I believe you. Now what in the nine hells...!" she suddenly tensed up again, throwing another dagger that whizzed by Celia's ear and landed with a wet plop in the side of Jillian's face.
     "...Well hello to you, too," Jillian said, the dagger sliding the rest of the way inside Jillian and beginning to rust and fizzle as she headed for the backpacks against the wall.
     "...Jillian?" Copperpot asked.
     "Y-yeah," Celia said, trying to figure out how to get her body to let go of the silk.
     "...Good grief, this place really did a number on you guys. What about Rena, is she okay?"
     "She's... stuck," Celia said, as Jillian began rifling through their backpacks for more rations. Copperpot snorted.
     "At her size I'm not surprised," Copperpot snorted. "So did you find the treasure, or did you all get hit with the same traps as I did and we're limping home?"
     "Well, I found the- aaakpth!" Celia exclaimed as her spider-legs finally poked enough holes in her silk to drop her to the ground. "I, uh, I found Iin's Maag," She said, getting up and rearranging her robes once again to try and cover her four breasts.
     "Great!" Copperpot chirped. "Where is it?"
     "She broke it," Jillian quipped from behind Celia, several days' worth of rations dissolving in her breasts and stomach.
     "She what?!" Copperpot exclaimed, eyes wide.
     "No! It's okay! Mostly!" Celia said, putting her hands up. "I got the Maag's power, it's just the... the container broke!" Celia walked up to the doorway, seeing Copperpot's breasts trying to escape its confines, the poor halfling wedged inside her own cleavage at eye-level. "I can still fix this, I think."
     "You think?" Copperpot repeated. "You'd better be able to fix it, or you'll need an entire mining guild to get me out of here..."
     "Shush and let me concentrate," Celia said, trying not to smile as she put her hand up to Copperpot's vast bosom.
     "Let Copperpot be just as stealthy and easy to hide as she used to be," Celia thought, and she felt another piece of magic break off of the parcel and begin flowing into Copperpot.
     "Finally," Copperpot said as her enormous breasts began to shrink. Celia kept her hand on Copperpot's bosom for as long as she could, until the halfling's feet finally touched the ground again. Celia felt the slipped-rope feeling again, and opened her eyes to see Copperpot trying unsuccessfully to pull the remains of her tunic over a pair of breasts each as large as her head.
     "Well?" She huffed, looking up at Celia. "Can't see me from on top of all those spider legs? I'm still not normal size!"
     "Er... I think you're done," Celia said, already feeling the empty spot in her "parcel".
     "What? No I'm not," Copperpot said, finally giving up the struggle and just tucking her breasts into her split tunic as best she could, a generous amount of cleavage showing through the hole.
     "I- I'll finish up later," Celia said, backing up a few steps. "I need to make sure I've got enough left to fix Rena."
     "Why?" Copperpot said, jogging up next to Celia, holding her breasts still in her hands.
     "I just... I can feel the power of the Maag in me, and each time I fix one of you I feel like I'm losing it. If I fix you guys up too much, I'm worried I won't be able to fix Rena." She smiled down at Copperpot. "And besides, you look the most normal out of all of us," She said.
     "No halfling has a rack like this," Copperpot scoffed.
     "Yeah, and I'm supposed to be a human," Jillian said from behind Celia. "And she's supposed to be a wood elf. You got off easy."
     "If I wanted to spend the rest of my life in a brothel, maybe..." Copperpot grumbled, following Celia down the hallway.

     They heard Rena before she could be seen, the grunts and snorts echoing down the hallway. Copperpot and Jillian looked at Celia, but said nothing as the drider continued walking down the hall, finally illuminating the pool of ichor, the many beetle carcasses, and Rena's snarling, struggling, bestial form.
     "What in the..." Copperpot breathed.
     "That's... that's her?" Jillian asked.
     Celia nodded. "She's even worse off than you were," She said to Jillian. "Even if all you talked about was food, at least you could speak. Rena can't even do that."
     She sidled up in front of Rena, the bestial orc-monster once again grunting and straining against the ichor, which stretched and warped as she pulled against it but still refused to break or release Rena from its grip.
     "Rena? Rena, can you hear me?"
     The creature snorted and glared at Celia, eyes darting to Jillian and Copperpot.
     "Hey! Hey, meathead!" Copperpot called out, worry creasing her features. "Quit messing around!"
     "...She's really gone, isn't she?" Jillian said.
     "I..." Celia started. "...Not if I can help it." She reached out a hand to Rena's face, and she snarled and snapped at her, Celia jerking her fingers back. She looked to Copperpot and Jillian, her brow furrowing.
     "I, uh... I don't suppose..."
     "You seriously think I could hold *that* still?" Copperpot answered, finishing Celia's question before she got it out.
     "...I'm not even solid," Jillian said, spreading her arms.

     Cellia sighed, looking at her friend again. She was the biggest person- well, the most solid, at least- and somehow she had to heal her friend. Saying another silent prayer to Rao, she hoped she could impart the peace and serenity of her deity onto the raging beast in front of her. She reached up, and Rena again snarled and shook her head, spittle flying off her fangs.
     Celia's brow furrowed. She remembered Celia on the side of the road so long ago. Laying there, her insides barely held in her bowels by her hands, utterly delirious, blood trickling out of her mouth and nose... And still, looking at the completely empty glare, the blank stare that belied no spark of intelligence, nothing beyond blind hatred, she looked more pathetic than ever. She swallowed hard, looking at Rena's struggling form, and decided what she needed to do.
     "Girls..." Celia said. "I think you should back up. I'm... I'm going to try to fix Rena."
     "With what?!" Copperpot exclaimed. "You plannin' on-"
     "Just back- just step back, please..." Celia said. Jillian and Copperpot each backed away from the drider queen, sharing a concerned look. Celia took a deep breath, then, with all the strength in her drider legs, leapt bodily against Rena, wrapping her arms around the orc-monster's neck, clenching her wrists together. Rena roared as Celia tried to push the magic into her friend, all eight spider legs flailing behind her as the massive neck and shoulders twisted this way and that. Rena's thick skull battered against Celia, her six unblinking spider eyes forced to watch every time the massive jaw impacted against her. She clenched her original eyes shut, teeth gritting as she tried to keep her grip and keep pushing at the same time, the sheer intensity of Rena's fury seeming to resist her magic.
     She felt Rena begin to shrink, and Celia tried to adjust her grip, but the slack allowed Rena to jerk Celia around even more violently. Rena lurched forward, Celia bouncing off Rena's new, even more impressive chest, and Celia found herself staring down at Rena as the orc-monster ducked her head down. Celia's heart froze in her chest as she saw herself falling toward the drool-glistened fang, and even her heightened reflexes couldn't get her all the way clear. Time seemed to slow as Celia watched Rena's fang close the distance to her most outside spider-eye, neatly gouging it out as she fell back against Rena's shoulder. Even through the stinging pain, Celia cinched her arms around Rena's neck, feeling the slipping-rope feeling as she tried to calm her friend down. Without a moment's hesitation, she fed her last parcel of power into Rena, any thoughts of abolishing her blasphemous form obliterated in the intensity of her desire to help her friend.
     "C'mon, Rena!" Celia yelled as she flailed about her friend's neck, trying to ignore the blood coming out of her eye. "Wake up! Snap out of it!"
     She could feel Rena shrinking, feel the wide ridge of her neck starting to slim down. "Rena!" Celia called out again. "Remember us! Remember your friends!"
     "Snap out of it, meathead!" Copperpot joined in, ducking as a few of Celia's spider-legs flailed through the air near her.
     "Y-yeah!" Jillian echoed. "You're still under contract, remember!"

     Celia clenched her arms together as hard as she could, only the inhumanly thick bands of muscles keeping her from concern of choking Rena. The snarls and snorts were still deafening, but getting lower and lower in frequency. Celia managed to lurch her abdomen against Rena and clamped on as tightly as she could with the spider legs, the hard black appendages sinking into the ichor to clamp down against as much of Rena's torso as she could reach.
     "I... I think it's working!" Jillian cheered from behind Celia, watching as Rena's enormous tusks and long ears began to wither.
Celia just hugged her friend's neck tighter, feeling the jutting muzzle sinking back into Rena's face. Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Celia, the grunts seemed to lose their feral roughness, returning to Rena's normal timbre as she groaned and muttered. Celia felt the slipped-rope feeling one more time, and knew she'd used up all the powers of the Maag. Whatever state Rena was in, Celia could do no more. Rena's head slumped forward on Celia's shoulder, and Celia let go of Rena's neck. She let go of Rena to examine her, only to jerk in place when she tried to move. Looking down at herself, Celia realized she'd gotten just as stuck in the ichor as Rena had.
    "Um, girls...?" Celia asked, twisting her upper torso around to a degree that surprised even her, "I, uh, I think I'm stuck."
     "How's Rena?" Copperpot said, seemingly unconcerned with Celia's predicament.
     "I think... I think she'll be okay," Celia said, looking at the peaceful if discomforted expression on the unconsious giant's face.
     "...I've seen smaller frost giants," Jillian said, hands on- or rather in- her wide hips.
     "But... she'll be Rena when she wakes up," Celia said, stroking Rena's hair with her hand. "I'm sure of it..."
     "...So how do we get her out of this mess?" Copperpot asked, sticking a toe in the viscous ichor.
     "Er... I think I can help," Jillian said, backing up and turning her enormous stomach to the side so she could look down at the floor, all the beetle parts and ichor where she'd been standing completely eaten away down to the floor.
     "...Geeze," Copperpot said, looking at the empty spot on the ground.
     "It's not that bad, really," Jillian offered, her face shimmering in what Celia guessed was the gelatinous version of a blush.
     "...Just so long as you can eat it without eating *us*..." Celia said, remembering the ring-like burns at the base of each finger on her right hand.
     "Er, okay, lemme see..." Jillian said, sliding over next to Rena and Celia, her enormous stomach pressing up against them. Celia could feel the cool, slick texture of Jillian's pseudo-flesh, but at least this time there was no burning feeling associated with it. She watched with morbid fascination as Jillian began absorbing everything- the ichor, the beetle corpses, even the spare bits of Rena's armor that had broken off in her growth. She pressed up against Rena, a contented smile parting her face as she ate, her hips, rear, and bust seeming to fill out as she consumed more. Eventually Jillian went to the other side of the mess, Rena's right arm hanging free from the ichor. Celia managed to get her legs free and turned herself around so Rena could drape over her large spider abdomen. Celia had no illusions of being able to carry the enormous half-orc, but between her eight legs and broad abdomen she thought she could at least drag her out of the ichor.

     Jillian finished eating away the ichor holding Rena's other arm to the wall and she slumped forward, Celia's arachnid knees creaking as she felt the sudden weight land on her. Looping Rena's massive arm around her torso, Celia began trying to pull Rena out of the ichor, all eight legs digging into the stone floor as she pulled. Even Copperpot tried to help, grabbing one of Rena's massive hands under her arm and pulling. Finally, through Jillian's eating and her and Copperpot's pulling, Celia managed to drag Rena's semi-conscious body out of the ichor, rolling her over onto her back in the middle of the hallway.
     "Rena... Rena, can you hear me...?" Celia asked, leaning over her friend. "Er, Jillian, you can stop eating now," She added, casting a sideways glance to the slime-girl still rubbing her bloated front against the walls of the tunnel.
     "Oh," Jillian said, seemingly aware of what she was doing for the first time. "Right." Celia splayed her spider legs out again, lowering her arachnid half enough to where she could stroke Rena's forehead.
     "Rena... Rena, wake up..."
     Copperpot arched a brow and put her hands on her hips. "...Seriously? You've been traveling with meathead longer than we have, and that's how you're trying to get her up?"
     "Er, well, I didn't-"
     Without waiting for the response, Copperpot leaned back in a deep breath, causing an impressive rise in her bosoms, before throwing herself forward with both hands cupped to the sides of her mouth.
     "WAAAAAAAAKE UUUUUUUUUUP!" The yell reverberated up and down the corridor, loud enough to make Celia jump back. Rena flinched, her eyes fluttering as she rolled her head back and forth.
     "Unnngh..." She moaned, squinting her eyes. "Where am I? What's my tab? Did I hurt anyone?" She blinked a few times, opening her eyes and looking at Copperpot, her eyes popping wide as her brows furrowed.
     "What in the- where in the nine hells did you get those!?" She exclaimed. Coppepot snorted.
     "Same place you got those," She said, nodding her head towards Rena's own mountainous bust. Rena looked down, her eyes widening enough that Celia feared they'd roll out of her head.
     "What in the hells-!" She started, then dropped her head back to the ground, shutting her eyes. "I'm still drunk, that's it. I've had this dream before, only I was in the gladiator arena and my brothers were watching."
     "I'm afraid it's all real," Celia said, putting a hand on Rena's enormous shoulder.
Rena pulled back a bit when she looked over to Celia, her fear and surprise quickly turning to confusion. "You too?" She asked, bringing a huge hand up to rub her head.
     "Copperpot's the most normal looking out of all of us, so far," Jillian said, standing sideways so she could see Rena past her enormous bosom.
     "...At least you're smaller," Rena said as she heaved herself into a sitting position. "Sort of."
     "Well, a temporary inconvenience," Jillian said. "Now that we're all ourselves again, Celia can use the Maag to finish fixing us up."
     "Um..."

     Jillian's head whipped to Celia, her features wobbling slightly from the quickness of the motion before they settled. "I know that 'um'," She said in a flat tone.
     "I... I told you," Celia said, backing up, "I only had so much power..."
     "But you've got *some* left... right?" Jillian said, surging toward Celia.
     "I- um- well..." Celia said, putting her hands up. The "parcel" in her mind, the conduit to the gods, felt completely empty. She did feel a stronger bond now, and she had no doubt her magic was stronger, but to so radically and permanently alter her friends? Was it at all possible?
     "I, um, I'll do my best..." She offered, reaching a hand out to Celia's bulbous stomach. She tried to fix Jillian further, tried to picture her essential 'rightness' in her mind and push it, but all that came out of her, despite her intentions, was a burst of healing, though considering the way her hand had re-formed itself after physicaly exploding right in front of her, to say nothing of taking a dagger in the face and responding by *eating* it, Celia wondered if Jillian would ever need healing again.
     "...I'm not feeling anything," Jillian said, craning her neck to the side to try and look at Celia around her enormous curves.
     "Neither am I..." Celia said. "I'm sorry, Jillian, but, I mean, the Maag's power... I just, it ran out."
     "...So we're stuck like this?" Copperpot asked. "No way to fix it?"
     "And who says it needs fixing?" Rena asked, flexing her arm and staring at the muscles that would ripple and bulge as she raised and lowered her fist. "This is what I was going to wish for anyways!"
     "...Minus the slavering madness," Copperpot said, folding her arms over her chest.
     "Eh?" Rena asked, arching a brow at the halfling.
     "Nevermind," Celia said, stepping away from Jillian. "I think we should get out of here before we find any more of these traps."
     "...Seriously?" Copperpot asked. "We get put through some trickster god's hall of mirrors and get nothing for it? And then we just leave?"
     "You should feel lucky you're walking out of here on your own legs," Celia said, smiling.
     "That you've GOT legs," Jillian added, trying to glance past her hips at the flared gelatinous column she "walked" on.
     "Hmph."
     "...Er, girls, you know I'm not exactly shy, but I can't exactly head back to town not wearing *anything*..." Rena said, looking at the few stray pieces of mail and leather Jillian hadn't eaten.
     "Don't look at me..." Jillian said.
     "Yeah, you ate your clothes," Rena said, rubbing her head. "...And mine, come to think."
     "Well, how about Celia's robe?" Copperpot offered.
     "My robe?" Celia asked, the idea never even having entered her mind as a possibility. "But- but these are holy vestments!"
     "That you've torn the sleeves off of, ripped a v-neck into, and smeared pretty thoroughly with blood," Copperpot quipped. "Believe me, sister, whatever was holy about those before you came down here, they're rags now. So don't go telling me you need to have two layers of clothes when meathead's got none."
     "Well... All right, I suppose that makes sense," Celia said, pulling the robe off over her head. It wasn't even that bad, she thought as she handed it to Rena, since the long hem kept bunching up oddly around her legs and it was hard to keep on her shoulders regardless after widening the neck so much. She did have to re-adjust what was left of her tunic, though, as the deep slit down the middle didn't cover her four breasts very well. As Rena tore her robe into something that would fit over her, Celia nearly cursed the increased size of her bosoms, until she remembered that even with the unwanted growth she was by far the smallest-chested of the group, and she should be thankful it wasn't any worse.
     "I feel like I belong in a brothel," Rena muttered as she tied off the makeshift loincloth at her waist, the rest of Celia's robe wrapped around her chest, preserving- if only just- the half-orc's modesty. "Let's get out of here."
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