Suffice to say, Gareth wasn’t amused by the outcome of the latest potion. After gawking at herself and letting out a cry of disbelief, Ingrid was quick to assist with finding the minotaurous girl something to cover her supple assets.
“O-- oh, umm…” Chalce just blinked, her face completely pale. “I-- I’m going to double check my alchemical notes-- yeah, just a sec!” With that, she scurried to her tent and shut herself in, not wishing to face her companion’s anger.
“It’s okay! We’ll figure this out,” Ingrid chimed as she trotted to the pond. She lifted a translucent hand and it began to glow. A disturbance in the water formed as bubbles and ripples radiated outward. Seconds later, a slime-coated wooden chest carefully levitated above land and lowered to the ground.
“My slime kept this safe! It’s my old party’s chest of holding,” she pridefully beamed.
While this occurred, Gareth stumbled to her tent and withdrew a tattered blanket before using it as a makeshift cloak. With some modicum of modesty restored, and while cursing under her breath, she walked out to see what Ingrid was up to.
Ingrid placed a hand on the chest and began to absorb the slimy film, sucking every bit into her gelatinous form. In a matter of seconds, the chest was completely dry and unblemished. “Let’s see if my water-tight seal held,” she stated gently as she unlatched and pushed open the lid.
Gareth took a deep breath, crossing her arms over her chest as she tried her hardest to repress any negative emotions. Sure, she was stuck as a woman, but it could be worse-- right? ‘I will surely find a way back to my original form eventually. Maybe there are some advantages I hadn’t considered,’ she mused while Ingrid muttered under her breath and rummaged. ‘This body is tall and muscular. I feel a great deal of power.’
Ingrid leaned impossibly far into the chest, her body sinking past the hips. Eventually, she withdrew with articles of clothing in hand. “Let’s try this!”
A few hours later, the group of three made their way into the heart of the forest, with Gareth leading the pack. She wore a well-fitted brown leather tunic that stopped a third of the way past her hips. Only a short, skin-tight pair of linen shorts offered her a hint of modesty, with her glossy, tanned and toned legs mostly exposed. Each stop she took resulted in a sultry swap of the hips and a healthy jiggle of her large, perky breasts.
Gareth suddenly stopped, raising a hand up to stop her companions. She closed her eyes as a faint, shadowy aura enveloped her body. Tracking and hunting were two of her specialties, so she was glad to be of use after Chalce carried the last leg of their trials. With her sense of sight suppressed, she focused on any traces of arcane energy that might have lingered. After passing through the first portal, she felt she had a firm grasp on what to look out for.
Through the darkness, faint wisps of energy made themselves seen to her. “This way,” Gareth stated as she opened her eyes and pointed ahead and slightly to the left.
“Aye aye, boss!” Chalce replied, giving Gareth a salute.
“Your tracking ability is remarkable! I’m a being of magic and I don’t detect a thing,” Ingrid stated warmly as she glanced at the forest around them. “If you don’t mind me asking, how do you do it?”
Gareth crossed her arms, wincing at the friction generated from her nipples chafing against fabric. She had a tendency to keep the scope of her abilities secret, but it was important for each party member to understand one another’s strengths and weaknesses. “It’s an innate power unrelated to my fighting prowess,” she curtly replied. “I can see the flow of mana regardless of said mana’s elemental alignment. I’ll get a headache if I try to track too many mana types simultaneously.”
Ingrid pused her lips, considering Gareth’s words while carefully avoiding the massive tree roots impeding their path. “I can only imagine how overwhelming it would be to track the life mana of plant life in a place like this.”
Greath nodded. All living plant life exhuded a similar, verdant energy that was normally invisible to the naked eye. If she attuned her eyes to the mana within flora, she would quickly be overwhelmed by the endless sea of trees and plants that stretched out in every direction. “When we entered this trial, I was able to gain a feel for the mana signature emanated by the portal. It’s a complex weave of spatial mana and gods know what else,” she said with a shake of her head.”
“I knew I made the right choice accepting you into my party!” Chalce beamed, her lips curling into a triumphant grin.
“I’m pretty sure I’m the one who accepted you. Which one of us was in tears?” Gareth retorted with a small huff before grimacing due to the unwanted pressure building beneath her navel. That could only mean she’d have to take a break to relieve herself soon. Urinating as a woman wasn’t something she enjoyed, especially when they were in the middle of nowhere and she was forced to learn how to squat without making a mess.
“H-- Hey! I was coming off of my period, so I was just a little emotional,” Chalce grumbled with a puff of her cheeks. “Besides, i-- eeeep!” Her words were cut short when her foot got stuck under a root and she fell face first onto the grassy, leaf-covered ground.
“Oh dear. Are you okay, Miss Chalce?” Ingrid inquired, trotting over to kneel next to the orange-haired alchemist.
Gareth winced upon seeing Chalce fall. That looked painful. “Is everything okay?” She asked with a hint of worry, taking a few steps toward the two.
Chalce lifted her head to show her face covered in dirt, with blood trickling from one nostril. “Th-- that hurt…” She sniffed as tears welled in her eyes.
Gareth watched as Ingrid began to maternally fuss over Chalce’s minor injuries. S’he glanced around and noticed a small clearing without troublesome roots and trees. “We’ve made good progress, but it’s already getting dark. Why don’t we set up camp for the night?” As the words left her mouth, she winced and brushed two fingers over her throat. The distraction of their journey stotpped her from ruminating too hard, but she still wasn’t used to the feminine quality of her voice.
Ingrid gently brushed her translucent fingers over Chalce’s cheeks as they began to glow and faintly hum. She muttered a word under her breath and the alchemist’s scrapes and bruises began to fade. Once done, she turned toward Gareth. “A wonderful idea! This is a great place to set up camp.”
Chalce sniffed once more and shakily touched her face and nose, carefully feeling for any injuries. “Oh, wow!” Her eyes widened. “My nose doesn’t hurt a bit!”
As Gareth sized up the clearing and determined where to set up their tents, she was assailed by another strange, unwanted sensation in addition to her full bladder. A tingly, mirthy warmth that caused her loins to heat up and her heart to race. Much to her chagrin, she was reminded of the deep, insatiable arousal that had consumed her during that whole egg-laying fiasco. “Can’t I get a night of peace?” She grunted under her breath. As if on cue, her tender, hardened nipples spasmed, sending painful jolts through her chest.
“Ugh…” She winced and gritted her teeth, knowing it wasn’t the time to dwell on every peculiar and unwanted sensation. “I’ll get started over here,” she called back to her party. Maybe she’d miraculously be male again upon waking.
After setting up camp and eating a quick dinner, Gareth was ready for some privacy. As she got up and approached her tent, a hot throbbing pulsed through her loins, causing her to let out a sharp gasp before biting her lip to stifle any inappropriate noises. “Fucking hell…” Gareth grunted as she cautiously turned her head to see if anyone heard. Chalce had already retreated to her tent with a stomach ache from overeating, and Ingrid was humming while sorting through her chest of holding, which had been conveniently stored in a scroll just like the rest of their camping supplies.
“I’m going to lay down,” she plainly stated, shifting on her feet as her hardened nipples uncomfortably chafed against her tunic. ‘How do women deal with these things?’
“I’ll clean up the camp!” Ingrid warmly replied, glancing back with a smile before continuing to rummage.
Gareth nodded. “Thank you for that.” She strutted to her tent and opened the flap to enter.
She first lit an oil lamp and set it in the corner. Without wasting another second, she grabbed the hem of her tunic and started to peel it from her feminine, well-toned frame. “Ergh…” She winced as she managed to slide the garment past her tits, causing her nipples to pulse with pain and sensitivity.
She steeled her nerves and untitled the front of her shorts before attempting to remove them. With no underwear on, the seat-dampened shorts tightly clung to every womanly contour. Her vulva twinged beneath the linen and she realized there was no avoiding reality. Whether she liked it or not, she was currently a woman; it was simply a reality she’d have to come to terms with-- for now, at least. “I can still fight-- I can still track… I’ve been through worse,” she reminded herself as she started to calm, her cow-like tail slowly flicking.
As the fabric peeled away from her moistened sex, she let out a slight squeal, her body breaking out in goosebumps while a mirthy warmth washed through her crotch. She felt the hot tingling sensation permeate through her pelvis and lower abdomen.
Her first reaction was to push her legs together in shame, tightly closing her eyes and clenching her fists in defiance of these wholly feminine sensations. She took a couple of slow breaths, her breasts heaving and jiggling while beads of sweat glistened in the light of the flickering flame.
She carefully laid on her unfurled bedroll, guiding her tail under her body to avoid any accidental damage to the appendage. After finding a somewhat comfortable position, she put her hands behind her head and stared into solace with a deep sigh. The Trials of Gaia weren’t going how she expected they would, but she’d be a fool to pretend her journey has been entirely cursed. Chalce’s potion got them through the last trial, and she brought useful supplies along. Now, they had a healer who would likely bring a great number of boons to their group.
As the minutes passed, the dull throbbing between her thighs intensified. Her breasts pulsed and ached in response, feeling heavier than they did hours earlier. She pused her lips and shifted her legs, spreading them just slightly to relieve some tension. As she began to lament her situation, a small voice whispered in the back of her head.
‘Is this really so bad? Maybe there’s an opportunity here.’
She glanced downward toward her massive mammaries, her heart rate gradually picking up. When it came down to it, she was making steady progress through the trials and had already found two companions to lend her aid. If her body ached so desperately, would it really be such a sin to indulge in her womanly body’s primal needs? There was no telling how long she’d be stuck like this, so the opportunity to explore herself could easily slip away.
Gareth recalled how impossibly wonderful egg-laying had been. Embarrassing as it may be, she couldn’t remember ever experiencing something so overwhelmingly incredible. ‘Managing stress and mental health is important on journies like this,’ she reasoned.
A few moments of trepidation passed, her tail slowly swishing from beneath. ‘I’ve been through a lot. I’ve earned a few moments of pleasure.’ Without further delay, she cupped her left breast and gave a slight squeeze. “M-- Mmm-oooo…” She shuddered and let out a low moan, electric shocks cascading through her swollen tit. Her vulva twitched and writhed in response.
It was hard to believe physical sensations like these were remotely possible. It took only the slightest touch of her breast to usher a full-body reaction that left her legs quaking with weakness.
With her tit still cupped, she felt the sudden sensation of liquid trickling between her fingers. “Hmm?...” She grumbled and glanced toward her nipple, pulling her hand away.
Her eyes widened when she saw an opaque, creamy fluid sliding down her rosy, pink areola. Everything made sense in an instant-- this was what her breasts felt heavier as they day went on. “They’re-- engorged… I’m full of milk,” she whispered under her breath as adrenaline surged through her.
She thought she’d be disturbed or upset, but she felt something else instead. Arousal. Exhileration. Anticipation. She shuddered, her breath rate picking up as she pinched her nipple and let out a quavering moan. The hardened pink point pulsed and spasmed, a slight spurt of milk spraying into the air and coating her bare chest and abdomen. “F-- Fuck…” She panted, unable to control herself as she slid a dainty hand between her legs. Upon feeling soft skin where her cock and balls once hung, she felt a surge of conflicting emotion.
She was very much attracted to women. To her, the female form was attractive and desirable. Suddenly piloting such a curvaceous, perfect female specimen left her with a quandry. ‘I’m turning myself on,’ she realized as the embers of desire burned within her loins.
With bated breath, she simultaneously squeezed her left breast and pushed a finger into the warm folds at the apex of her feminine sex. “Mmm-- ahhh…” Beads of glistening sweat coated her as she probed lower. A stream of milk flowed from her tit with each squeeze, causing her vulva to wetten and writhe with insatiable need.
She felt a small, throbbing bundle of nerves nestled within her labia. Her every instinct screamed for her to relieve desperately mounting tension. Unable to disobey her primal needs, she pushed a finger tip over her clit and let out a shrill, girlish cry before biting her lower lip and beginning to rub in slow circles.
“B-- By the Gods…” She muttered, clutching her bedroll as her hips jerked upward. It took only seconds for her clit to erupt with small, orgasmic bursts that rippled through her pelvis and lower body. She writhed and took ragged breaths, still massaging her leaky tit while pleasuring herself down below. ‘This feels so-- so fucking good… Dammit all, I can’t stop,’ she briefly lamented before letting those intrusive thoughts disappear into the miasma of carnal bliss.
Her vagina twitched, clenching and unclenching as a viscous secretion seeped out. Gareth eagerly accepted the natural lubricant and sped up the self-pleasure. She moved her finger in faster circles, applying more pressure to her clitoris. Every orgasm was more intense than the last; as a man, she would have been out of commission after one-- or two orgasms if lucky.
Her tail frantically swished as she adjusted and let her fingers wander lower. What about tha convulsing hole at her vulva’s base? She had been ignoring it but it was impossible to forget how impossibly good egg-laying had felt. “M-- Maybe one finger? Or two?...” She murmured, unable to comprehend how female anatomy was capable of such euphoria.
It was too little too late. Before she could play Cave Explorer with herself, she finally hit her climax. Milk spurted from her tit like a geyser while waves of euphoria fully enveloped her. “Mmooooo!” She moaned, no longer thinking about who may or may not hear her.
The bliss had become too much to bear as she felt her erogenous zones grow painfully sensitive. If she kept going, she was sure she’d only be sullying a positively divine experience.
“Huff… Huff…” She panted, lying sprawled with her legs spread and arms out. Her eyes shut as she basked in the afterglow, feeling a healthy mix of satisfaction and embarrassment. Maybe she could remain pragmatic about the whole masturbation episode. Self-relief led to better sleep and lower stress, both being quite useful to an adventurer undertaking an arduous trial.
“I’ll be male again soon, anyway…” She reasoned as her whole body tingled with milky warmth. Years from now, she could look back at the short period she spent as a woman and feel grateful for the experience; it was never a bad thing to broaden one’s horizons-- right?
Eventually, she began to drift off with a quiet yet worrisome inkling in the back of her mind. Would she really be male again soon?
The next day, the group ate a quick breakfast before packing up and trudging into the forest. Gareth had been embarrassed upon waking up and finding herself covered in dried milk and sex juices, but quickly pushed out any troublesome thoughts and focused on the journey ahead. ‘I won’t be female for long,’ she reminded herself again. Thankfully, neither of her companions mentioned hearing any noises; perhaps they were simply being polite.
As they made their way past the trees, Gareth quickly understood how dangerous this trial would be for someone without tracking abilities. The forest around them would warp and shift at a distance that made it hard to comprehend through the trees and foliage. It would be easy for a group to run in circles and make no true progress.
As they closed in, a smokey, sweet fragrance gradually intensified. Gareth scrunched her nose and tried to put a finger on the scent. Incense and perfume? Not exactly something she would expect deep in the woods.
Thankfully, the portal’s mana signature couldn’t hide from her. Before sun down, Gareth was astonished to enter a clearing to see the glowing portal.
“You did it!!” Chalce cried, throwing her arms around Gareth as she buried her face against her chest.
Gareth flushed bright red as the orange-haired alchemist’s face wedged between her tits. “D-- Don’t hug me like that!” She stammered, placing her hands on Chalce’s shoulders and moving her away. “But, yes. We did it,’ she added with a smile.
Chalce puffed her cheeks and momentarily huffed after the physical rejection, but she quickly perked back up with a wide grin. “We’ll finish the trials before we know it!”
Ingrid beamed, pressing her hands together. “Sir Gareth, you are truly exceptional. I must thank you for leading me out of this realm after so many years,” she said with genuine appreciation.
Gareth blushed again and scratched her head. “It’s nothing; we will all be relying on each others’ abilities from now on, so there’s no need to thank me.” He was never sure how to properly accept flattery. Her noise quickly crinkled from the now quite intense fragrance wafting from the glowing portal. What on earth were they getting themselves into now?
Chalce turned toward the portal and gazed hesitantly. “Well, we’re here. What’s the plan now?” She turned toward Gareth, fixing her eyes upon the minotauress.
Ingrid also looked toward Gareth with a slight tilt of her head and an inquisitive look.
Gareth blinkled and looked between the two. They were truly treating her as the leader of the group. In that case, she would accept the role and do everything in her power to keep them going forward. She wasn’t the type to balk in the face of responsibility. “There have been no dangers in this forest other than its labyrinthian nature. Our surroundings only warp as we move, so it should be safe to set up camp for the night.” It would be better to hop into the unknown when fully rested.
Bright and early, the time was finally upon them. Gareth took a deep breath and stepped through first. Just like before, the world swirled around her as a cacophony of light and sound overwhelmed her.
She gritted her teeth and focused on not vomiting. Before she knew it, the chaos ceased. She stood for a few seconds, taking slow breaths with her eyes closed. “Is it done?’ She made sure her footing was secure and opened her eyes to take in her surroundings.
Instead of a desert, forest, or even a freezing mountain, she found herself inside a warm, dimly-lit building. “What is this?” She asked in bxotewilderment as her eyes adjusted to the faint lighting. The floor beneath her was laid with ornate brown and red tiling. Paintings depicting various vistas and demonic entities lined the walls, framed with expertly carved, polished wood. Various sculptures depicting magical beasts, and exotic plants decorated the large room. In front of her was a large wooden desk that was closed off from the rest of the room, with a door on the wall behind. In addition, a faint haze filled the room, coming from incense burners placed in each corner.
In a flash, Chalce and Ingrid appeared behind Gareth, both attempting to maintain their balance. Ingrid’s whole body jiggled and she groaned as she partially melted into a puddle.
Chalce leaned against the nearby wall and placed a hand over her mouth, trying not to vomit. “Mmmmghh…” She grunted, looking up at Ingrid with widening eyes. “A-- Are you okay??”
“Y-- Yes… I just need a moment to reconstitute myself,” Ingrid weakly laughed as her body gradually took its proper shape once more.
Amidst the commotion, the dtooor behind the counter opened. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a proper guest,” a sultry, feminine voice purred.
Gareth had turned toward her companions when the new voice caused her to suddenly turn, completely on guard.
The woman standing before them was undeniably beautiful. She wore a gray pleated skirt, with an open, white button-up blouse that showed off the shape of her large, pale tits. “Pardon me… I work the counter and see clients as well, you see,” she said with a sly grin. Her body was dampened with sweat, her red neckbow and clothes disheveled. Fluffy pink hair cascaded to her waist and her grin exposed sharpened fangs.
Gareth quickly noticed the devilish wings coming from her back, along with a similarly demonic tail and tiny wings atop her head. “Who are you? Where are we?” Gareth demanded.
“I am Lucilia, the owner of this establishment and arbiter of your current trial,” she stated innocently as she began to button her shirt. “If you three have a moment, I’d love to explain the rules.” Her face flashed with unfettered excitement, all four four of her wings fluttering while her tail flicked in a serpentine manner. “And, by the way. Welcome to my brothel, Succulence. I do hope you will enjoy your stay.”
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