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Expert Delving - Part 1 (Commission for Teddypimm)
🕑 Added 2021-09-28 11:33:53 +0000 UTCTAGS: Kobolds, Growth/Expansion, Dungeon Diving, Growth Traps
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In retrospect, maybe cutting a deal with someone who routinely spoke to their âpatronâ by means of shouting into thin air wasnât the best of ideas; then again, the place the warlock spoke of was known to Gavi, and no one else wanted to risk going into it, so it was either take what she had or leave the potential hoards of wealth stored away in the ruins go unclaimed. For the kobold, whose veins ran hot with (semi-)draconic blood, the very concept of not accruing as much gold for herself as possible if given the chance bordered on the heretical, if not worse, so she was willing to let a few eccentricities fly if it meant she could the expedition at least twice as rich as before. Besides, the warlock insisted that she was only after magical artifacts, which was a good enough trade-off that it almost felt like too good of a deal; if not for the fact that they were as odd about their mannerisms as they were, Gavi wouldâve assumed that her newest business associate was trying to scam her. Nothing of the sort though; it just so happened that Vira had been looking for someone to help her explore the ruins of that wizardâs den for so long that to finally find someone willing to do so had left her giddier than usual⌠which just so happened to translate into her being more (cordially) talkative than normal, though not exactly in any greater skill at being so. The two of them quickly learned that they were better off letting their actions speak for themselves, otherwise theyâd get on one anotherâs nerves absurdly quickly: with Vira openly questioning how Gavi could fit into their gear with âan ass that fatâ, and Gave herself firing back with allegations of lunacy, the two kobolds were perhaps the best possible pairing for plunging into the depths of a dungeon that was quite likely filled to the nines with traps, forgotten experiments, and who knew what else the long-deceased wizard mightâve left behind. The first two or so underground levels served as a perfect introduction to what the two would have to deal with further down below, with an odd collection of ruined statue sentries, a myriad of enchantments and runes left on the walls, ceiling and occasionally floor, and even a few spatial distortions which had them running around in circles for a while before Vira realized what was happening and dispelled the effect. Despite it all, the two kobolds successfully made their way deeper and deeper into the sunken tower, finding it increasingly odd just how massive the place was⌠and, simultaneously, growing increasingly more bright-eyed at the prospect of how much treasure there should be in the supposed vault deep in the very bottom of it all. Things went swimmingly until such a point as they found a locked door barring their passage, one sealed by runic sigils that would make it almost impossible for it to be broken down in a more conventional manner; childâs play for Vira, who requested only a couple of minutes to concentrate in order to get rid of it. Gavi, being Gavi, took the opportunity to sling her mace over one of her shoulders and turn her attention towards one of the rooms nearest to them, walking in without much concern for her own safety. They hadnât cleared it yet, but it seemed empty enough for her not to have to care; plus, there were several heavy-looking chests in there, which could only mean that there was delicious treasure there just waiting to be taken.
âWhere are you going?â Vira called out after her, âI havenât scrubbed that room, youâre gonna trip on something without me telling you where to step!â
Despite the comment being offered in earnest, Gavi knew better than to listen; if she did, itâd end up in a minutes-long shouting match over who knew better when it came to identifying magical traps, and that was something the draconic kobold had no intention of getting into, for there was treasure in that room, she could sense it. Perhaps it was her dragon blood, or maybe she was just really good at sniffing out gold, but those coffers lined up against the far wall were laden with goodies, that much she knew; so much so that the fighter didnât think to either wait for the warlock or at least look where she was going, as just a few steps away from her destination, she heard something click. It wasnât too loud, certainly not enough that Vira could hear it, but enough for Gavi to know sheâd just walked into the most obvious possible trap. She had a second or two to curse her greed before something big and heavy slammed into the ground behind her; turning around revealed it to the multiple somethings: three enormous iron golems, looking more like walking brickhouses than anything else, their blocky heads lacking even the most rudimentary of eyes. A collection of squares that were just ambulatory enough to present a threat to whoever tried looting the room; Gavi knew for a fact that she had no means of defeating them, not alone and cornered like that⌠so the worst had to come to pass.
âVira!â she shouted, cursing her luck, âGot a problem!â
âThree problems!â the other kobold bellowed from the other side of the golems, âI swear, I take my eyes off you for five second-â
âShut yer trap and help already!â - the fighter readied her shield, smashing it onto the floor with enough force to spread cracks on it as she swung her mace by her side - âTry to shut âem down!â
âTry? Please,â Vira scoffed; unbeknownst to the fighter, her travelling companion was already readying up a spell that was sure to work wonders on this, their latest obstacle, âunlike you, I donât need to break something to make it stop working. Behold!â
The last word was meant to be delivered as a grandiose blast of magical energy was released from her hands, flying through the air in the form of a potent hex; had Vira gotten her way, it would have indeed shut the golems down, resulting in her taking care of the problem without even breaking a sweat. Sadly, the warlockâs patron, which had been paying very close attention ever since their little plaything walked into the ruins, had a different idea: after all, the golems were designed to withstand magical assault, so why not have the hex bounce back, its fundamental nature altered so that, rather than destruction, it fostered creation? Even better, why not have it be a coin toss? Give the warlock just the slightest amount of its own power to get into the fight and think that they were dealing with things properly, only to then, out of nowhere, be blasted by their own power being shot back at them! It was ingenious, and certainly a way to spend an afternoon; for poor Vira, this meant that while her first attempt at taking the golems down was only somewhat successful, only shutting down one of them, the next few ones did even less, driving her to the brink of her patience and prompting the kobold to do something extremely stupid: beseech her patron for even more power.
âStop holding out on me and let me do my job already!â she shouted at the ceiling.
â... what?!â Gavi replied, confused, as she just barely blocked a strike with her shield.
âNot talking to you!â the warlock quickly fired back, before turning to face upwards again, âStop pulling my punches and let me put some juice into it! I have better things to do!â
Oh, she did indeed, the patron thought to itself as it indeed allowed the floodgates to open. Why not, after all, give the kobold exactly what she wanted? Did Vira demand more power? Then she would get it⌠fired back at her through her own actions! It was a genius power move, so much so that the kobold herself didnât even realize it was happening until the glow she fired from her hands suddenly became a lot brighter after it was supposed to have hit the golem she targeted; a moment later, the âbold was on the ground, skidding along as she executed a frankly painful number of flips, before slamming in the wall opposite the door, all the way in the hallway outside.
âVira!â Gavi called out, only to then have to dodge a strike from the selfsame golem that reflected the hex, âDamn it all, you little fuckinâ-!â
Whatever insult she was thinking of was left stuck firmly inside the fighterâs throat as she threw herself off to the side, executing a near-perfect roll in an attempt to get a good view of wherever the warlock ended up. When she confirmed that Vira was still moving, even if in a way that indicated clear injury, Gavi turned her attention back to the remaining two sentries, her anger spiked both by the sight of a fallen comrade, and the knowledge that, bickering partners or not, the warlockâs wounds were her fault, not theirs. She channelled this energy, this understanding that it was her who screwed things up by walking into the room without checking for traps, in a pair of sweeping strikes, both of which were powerful enough to not just break through the golemsâ exterior shell, but cleave through them despite her using a blunt weapon. Flames danced on her nostrils and between her gritted teeth, a roar escaping from her throat just as a gout of fire was projected outwards, Gaviâs inner dragoness escaping for but a second as she finished the fight with the two killing blows. It happened quickly enough that even the fighter didnât realize what had happened until it was done, and she stood there, victorious, over three crumpled heaps of magically-animated iron, sweating profusely and with her mouth tasting of sulphur and molten stone. It was power, in a way, power that sheâd forgotten she could wield, brought about purely by her own unbridled rage⌠rage that then abated, as the immediate danger was defeated and her more bestial side was no longer needed. With a sigh, she strapped her mace to her belt and readjusted her shield arm for an easier carry; with the sentries gone, it was doubtful sheâd need those any time soon. Instead, Gaviâs focus shifted towards the warlock, whoâd been projected out of the room and whom she could hear audibly complaining about something happening to their chest; fearful that their companion mightâve had their ribs cracked or caved in, the fighter rushed to their side, fearful of the worst⌠only to find that, rather than having their body damaged in any way, Vira apparently had it improved upon, and in a way that immediately made the half-draconic koboldâs cheeks light up and her body temperature rise. For Vira had never been well-endowed, or in fact curvaceous in any way; it was a curse their kind bore, that not only were they diminutive in stature, but nature refused to bless them as it did with others, leaving them plain to the eyes and entirely unassuming in just about any crowd. This made it extra surprising when Vira sat down, her back to the wall behind her, with her hands clutching a pair of breasts that not only hadnât been there before, but had somehow grown to fill all the space between the top of the warlockâs torso and her lap! They looked tremendously oversized compared to Viraâs frame, and judging from how her fingers were barely capable of pushing into them, were most likely heavy to match; this wouldâve raised a series of uncomfortable questions about how they were to progress into the ruins, if not for how Gaviâs first reaction was to burst out laughing, the absurdity of it all too much for her to bear. An attack by golems, a reflected hex, and now tits; what else was going to happen that day?
As it turned out, plenty more, because Vira wasnât going to take an attack on her respectability like that without doing something about it; granted, if she werenât so flustered by the fact that her breasts had suddenly ballooned outwards thanks to her patron not knowing when to keep it in their aetherial pants, the warlock mightâve been inclined to go a tad bit further in regards to how many changes she wrought, mostly as a reaction to her own embarrassment. Fortunately for everyone involved, the shame and embarrassment felt at that moment left Vira with a serious need for some humiliation, and lacking any ideas on how to do so, resorted to the first thing that came to mind: Gaviâs fat ass. It was, ultimately, a very fine butt, one that existed purely because the chunky fighter had draconic blood running through their veins; if not for this heritage, it was highly unlikely that sheâd be capable of developing a body like that, even with the amount of pudge she had on her. For some like Vira, however, it made for a perfect target, both for the occasional jab, and now for a spell intended to teach the other kobold some measure of respect for their betters; thus, while she had to deal with a bust that was going to take most of her attention until the two reached a healer who could get rid of it, Gavi was going to be saddled with an ass wide enough to seriously affect her balance⌠at least, that was Viraâs intention. Seeing as her patron was still in control of just how powerful her magic was, it was childâs play for them to make sure the spell went awry in the best possible manner; the original intent mightâve been to âjustâ give the other kobold a set of cheeks wide enough to have them burst from their armour, but a little bit of extra juice was all that was needed for the hex to be supercharged, and for Gavi to go from standing normally, to yelping as she failed to dodge the attack in time, and then promptly sitting down while still having her legs straight. It took a while for her to process what had happened, as well as a couple of exploratory steps before her brain made the necessary connections to understand the degree to which her rear had grown; for Gavi, used as she was to already having a butt larger than most koboldâs, it came so naturally that, for a moment or two, she almost considered not thinking about it. It was only after she remembered that, for all of her blustering, she wasnât actually a dragon, that the panic settled in, especially once she turned around to look at herself and saw an ass so gigantic that it was just wider than the door the âbold had come out of moments prior. What was worse, all that extra mass had sunk down to her thighs as well, leaving her with a lower body that looked grossly disproportionate compared to her upper one! Really, Gaviâs proportions were such that she might as well have had half of her body plucked up and glued onto the ass and legs of another, far greater lizard-like creature, if not for the fact that she could feel every inch of her new curves, scandalously sensitive and practically begging for someone to run their fingers along them. In fact, the kobold wouldâve done just that, if not for the fact that Vira was still there, by that point snorting as she pointed and laughed at the fattened-up fighter, barely capable of expressing themselves beyond the same kind of manic cackling that always came from her whenever she got far too into combat. It wasnât a good noise, but under those circumstances, it was the sheer, grating sense of superiority that left Gavi torn between wanting to tear the warlock apart, or just sulking in the corner with her cheeks burning a bright red; given that the fat-bottomed âbold still wanted the supposed treasure at the end of it all, she opted with the latter⌠though not without plenty of grumbling. For Vira, victory couldnât have come sweeter, to the point where she wasnât even thinking about how her attempts at casting a hex had backfired twice in a row; exactly as her patron intended, taking the opportunity to slink back into the aether, lest the warlock realize what was happening. Sadly, this didnât make her tits go away, so while Gavi tried to re-learn how to walk when each step they took caused far too much rubbing of thighs, Vira had to try and find a way to stand up without tipping forward. She was, ultimately, still mostly the same âbold as before: short, stocky, and incredibly light, making her new bust be⌠slightly damaging to her balance. Getting on her feet took quite a while, at least until she felt she was safe enough on them that she neednât worry about falling forwards onto the ground; she still did the first time around, prompting a chortle out of Gavi before the warlock raised her hand and growled between gritted teeth, all before her first attempt and scurrying back towards a sitting position. Unfortunately, her tits were too heavy, requiring Vira to perform a rather undignified sideways roll, ending up flat on her back like a tortoise before finally relenting and asking the fighter for assistance; that this was a perfect opportunity for her patron to start paying attention again didnât even so much as graze the warlocksâ mind, though for her sake, the eldritch entity opted not to pull any surprises⌠that time around. Thereâd be plenty of opportunities down the line, especially when the two mortals got to the juicy traps, so no point blowing his proverbial load right on the first go; plus, it wasnât as if the two kobolds were any more agile without its help, giving the patron plenty to watch anyway as both Gavi and Vira struggled to work around their new bodies, stumbling over themselves and one another on multiple occasions before, inevitably, the fighter fall backwards onto the warlock and buried the latterâs face underneath a mountain of âbold ass. That Vira didnât immediately push back, that she let loose what could very charitably be described a moan, did not help matters, nor did the fact that Gavi didnât do anything to get off either; ostensibly, it was payback for even having that butt to begin with, but the blush on her cheeks told a different story altogether. It took Vira brandishing her arms around and very obviously preparing a hex for the fighter to slide off, plopping onto the ground beside the warlock with an exceedingly loud of soft flesh against stone, leaving a very, very flustered âbold covered in sweat in her wake. The two agreed not to mention the incident, spent the following ten minutes once again trying to get up, then after finally succeeding at doing so, resumed their journey downwards; granted, now Vira was topless and had to deal with a pair of tits big enough to obscure her torso, while Gavi had to contend with one side of herself constantly hip-checking the nearest wall, but at least all the commotion had somehow unlocked the door barring their passage, and only took Vira about five minutes to push Gavi through after the latterâs ass inevitably became stuck in the frame. Really, the warlock was perplexed that what was intended as a simple bit of payback had provided the fighter with such a rotund, deliciously soft rear to play around with; it had absolutely not been her intention to give the half-draconic kobold a set of cheeks big enough that she herself could sink her arms into, but⌠well, there it was, Viraâs cheeks burning as she recalled the sensations, even if she didnât dare so much as mention the fact that the pushing had to happen to begin with. Even worse was how the towerâs former owner was clearly working on the same wavelength as the warlockâs patron, as the traps deeper into the ruins would soon attest; while the first couple of floors were riddled with the expected defence mechanisms, those further below became⌠esoteric was certainly a word, though perhaps âhornyâ would be a better choice, even if neither kobold wanted to use it. The first show of force came when the two realized that theyâd been walking down a corridor without being attacked by anything for far too long, at which point Gavi noticed that something, or someone, was trailing them; it was a subtle enough noise that the kobold fighter was happy to ignore it at first, but as the two descended into deeper silence, the absence of any other stimuli made it clear that there was a rustling coming from behind the two, one that stopped whenever they did and resumed when they began walking again. It was at that moment that Gavi turned to alert Vira that the entity made itself known; or, to be more precise, entities, as a tangle of vines emerged from the darkness all around the two, bursting from the walls, ceiling and even the very floor in their mad dash to wrap themselves around the warlock! Neither of the two âbolds could react in time, and within a couple of seconds, poor Vira was completely immobilized, the vines having taken hold of her legs and arms⌠and her breasts as well. The reason why the tentacle-like appendages had done such a thing became apparent when the warlock winced, feeling a series of small spikes poke into her before the pain was soothed and replaced with a warm, alarmingly disarming sensation; she knew she shouldâve shouted for help, warned Gavi that she was being poisoned, but it just felt so good that the caster couldnât help but let it happen. That it ended up causing her already-substantial tits to bloat further didnât escape her, but it felt like a secondary concern when placed next to how the exact same spikes had bit into her rear, causing it to start swelling as well! Gavi, meanwhile, had to bite back a great number of things that she instinctively wanted to say, but knew better than to do so, just as she realized that no amount of mace swings would ever free her business associate; luckily, the fighter just so happened to have the best weapon against organic opponents: fire, and lots of it. Easy enough to draw upon her draconic heritage, to once more feel the warmth building within her chest turn into outright heat, until small embers escaped from her nostrils whenever she breathed out; her very form seemed to glow brighter, focused mostly around her chest, before the âbold opened her mouth and released the flames from within, spitting them towards the thick bramble of vines all around the two. Trying to free Vira directly would just lead to charcoaled kobold, so hopefully attacking the vinesâ midsection would send the right message; it still took a couple more tries, the damned things apparently being very insistent on assaulting the warlock in particular, but eventually Gavi succeeded in beating them back, ending up actually needing to swing her mace a couple of times. By the end though, the damage to Viraâs body was done; the warlockâs curves had been augmented to such a degree that poor Gavi couldnât help but blush once again, especially when her adventuring partner sheepishly asked for help getting back up. It certainly didnât help that Viraâs ass had somehow outgrown her own, nor that their already substantially sized breasts had ballooned until they were mere inches off the ground, having about as much backboob on either side as the kobold herself was tall. It was the sort of body that, were circumstances less dire, Gavi wouldâve gladly jumped⌠and even in those circumstances, the urge was still there, forcing her her to be very careful when helping Vira up, let her hands end up in places the fighter would be utterly unable to remove them from.
