Always Ascending

[darlingng01]

I squeeze her ass and hold her firmly against me as she cums, letting her sugary juices fill my mouth. With a contented moan I fall back to the ground. Why had I ever resisted? It felt so good... asses were so wonderful, and dryads tasted amazing.

[Ryuforce]

"Yeah but this whole changing us against our will thing... we don't get a chance and bam.. suddenly different.' The draognborn wanted to protest only to suddenly blink and blush as Gwen moves up closer to her. Teasing her with compliments then suggesting to remove the armor. She does find one of the latches but Duran moves a hand over to grab onto Gwen's. "Um.. I can manage.. besides with no protection I'm uh nothing against these creatures." she advice, blushing quite a bit from the compliments. "But.. but thank you."

[Roselli]

"I'm sure we can find someone when we get to a city that can find away to return us to ourselves. But I don't know why you would want to, cutie." Gwen comments. "You can relax for a moment. We'll take a rest. I could really use one, personally. I don't want to be a step behind when we find who took Aerin."

[Ordos]

"Oh gods!" Naethra cried as she came.  Briefly, she fixed the concept of a storm in her mind as the pleasure coursed through her.

She hadn't had a proper fuck in ages, and this felt just incredible.  So much better than at the Gilded Chalice.  Indeed, the euphoric warmth of her orgasm still filled her, teasing through her, an invigorating sense of happiness and sheer pleasure that was almost intoxicating.

Maybe that's why she didn't immediately fly into a panic as she took a step forward, away from Orin, wobbling on her legs.  Her ass felt different, the mass moving with her step, a different roll to her hips.  She brought her hands down and confirmed with her touch that her hips were indeed wider than they were.  And yes, her ass was rounder.  She'd already realized her breasts were much larger than the modest pair she had as a tiefling...

As a tiefling... she wasn't one anymore, was she?  Her horns were crumbled branches, her black-lawed nails were gone, and her tail was vanished... her balance felt so strange without that last one, but it hardly mattered.  She felt... free.

Of course, one problem gone, another suite came in its place.  Now she was green.  Much curvier... in fact, she rather doubted she'd be able to fit her leather armor over her new curves.  That... could be problematic.  Then again, it's not like the armor had done her much good so far.

But she wasn't a teifling anymore.  She didn't know what she'd become.  She felt green.  And... very different.  Deep down.  Like her body was fundaementally different from the one she'd grown up with.  She suspected these changes weren't skin deep.  No... the magic here could run all the way to the core.  They'd seen that with Aerin.  She'd... well, she'd doubtless have plenty to worry about once this delighted feeling faded.  After all, this wasn't a problem that would go away on its own.

Whatever lingering hope she might have had that this was just an affect of poision vanished when Duran tried to cure her, again. 

"Oh... oh hells," she said, more perplexed than angery.  "What... what just happened?  What... am I?"  She lifted her green hands before her eyes.  Did she really not have nails of any sort now?  What are you talking about?" she asked Duran, her mind trying to catch up with the words she heard while being tongue-fucked by Orin.  "I didn't cast a spell on you.  I couldn't have.  I was a tree for almost all of that fight.  And... am I still a tree?  This feels so different..."

[Nihtgenga]

"I hope shes ok. Maybe you can keep your horns."

"Yeah, I hope so... they're one of my best features!" Retiaria replied with a cocky grin., She was worried about Naethra too, but there was nothing she could do for her. In that case, might as well act cool.

She politely looked away and gathered up her damaged net while waiting for Naethra and Orin to finish having their fun. Eventually, after a pair of rather noisy orgasms, she heard

"What... what just happened?  What... am I? I didn't cast a spell on you.  I couldn't have.  I was a tree for almost all of that fight.  And... am I still a tree?  This feels so different..."

"Well, you're a lot less tree than you were. But you're still green, so... I dunno." Retiaria walked over to Naethra and gave her a hug. "Whatever though, I'm sorry for what's happened to you. It must hurt, losing a part of who you are like this."

[Roselli]

  "What... what just happened?  What... am I?"

Gwen gave a smile looking Neathra over and simply answered, "Sexy."

Letting a beat pass, Gwen added, "Are you feeling ok overall?"

[darlingng01]

Panting I slowly sit up, my eyes wandering around my surroundings as my senses return. My mouth is filled with a delicious sweetness that causes me to lick my lips. Memories of the hedonistic life I once lead begin creeping back into my mind, a desire to return to those days welling up in my chest as I observe all the beautiful woman around me. But as I look around something catches my eye: the symbol of violet. My stomach twists with a sense of guilt and I push back the desire to indulge. Plucking it and the apple off the ground I hug them to my chest. When I joined the temple I gave up on ever returning to that life. I want to ask for permission to take it, but am still out of breath. Instead I stay sitting with it pressed to my chest, panting slightly as I do.

[Ordos]

"Well, you're a lot less tree than you were. But you're still green, so... I dunno. Whatever though, I'm sorry for what's happened to you. It must hurt, losing a part of who you are like this."

Naethra was still trying to wrap her mind around that information when Red hugged her.  Even this platonic action was arousing... possibly because Naethra's tits were still hanging out, her leather chest piece on the ground beside her, and her leather leggings pulled down around her ankles and calves. 

"Oh..." she said.  "Well... I don't know... I mean, I'm a freak..." she raised her hand again, still marveling at her new verdant coloring.  Her voice was rather calm.  "But I've always been a freak.  At least this is a screw-up of my own making, and not some idiot fornicating with ruinous powers centuries ago.  I... must say, I rather like that.  I may have exchanged one taint for another, but..." she smiled, dark green lips curving bashfully, "it feels liberating not to have that stigma weighing on me.  I'm not a demon-girl anymore..."

"Sexy."

"Are you feeling ok overall?"

"Oh... Ah..." she felt herself blushing, but even that felt different.  Did she still have blood that could color her cheeks rose?  If she opened a vein, what would come out?  Did she even still have veins?

With the lovely elf girl expressing her opinion on her new body, Naethra become accutely aware that she was practically naked. 

"I... uh... feel different, but right now, I'd really like some clothes."  She tried tugging up her leggings but gave up when they got stuck around her thighs.  Her gear was uniform made, sized for the more petite members of the party.  There was no way she'd be able to fit hard leather around her new ass.  She doubted she'd have any better luck with her top... although the clothes underneath may be salvageable. 

As she tugged her armor off she became accutely aware of the wetness between her legs.  She let a finger slide there, not to pleasure herself (although the touch did feel good), but to examine.  She didn't detect any hair there, and the wetness that clung to her fingertips... she sniffed it, only to find it was actually sweet.  Did... did she actually cum nectar? 

"I... uh... don't suppose any of you have needle and thread?" she asked bashfully as she stepped out her leather leggings, holding them up to cover her gleaming green womanhood. 

[Nihtgenga]

"Oh... Well... I don't know... I mean, I'm a freak...  But I've always been a freak."

Retiaria sighed, smiled and opened her mouth to tell Naethra she was never a freak, but the ex-tiefling continued on before she could. Retiaria's expression turned from warm and sympathetic to hard and cold as Naethra spoke.

"I... must say, I rather like that.  I may have exchanged one taint for another, but... it feels liberating not to have that stigma weighing on me.  I'm not a demon-girl anymore..."

"Right. Well. Good for you then. Glad it's all worked out for you."
The fact that those words were practically spat out might give some clue that Retiaria didn't exactly mean what she said there. She stepped aside as Naethra removed what was left of her clothes and asked the party for sewing gear, her tail twitching and flicking.

[Ryuforce]

Duran thought about those words. Returning to himself, course he wants to do that. This form is just cute and clearly meant to be sexy at best but there's nothing intimidating about it. "Because what Paladin doesn't look fierce and threatening to the forces of evil?" The dragonborn did sigh and sat down on her large rear. Starting to work her armor off. "But you are right.. I think I'm all out of healing myself so moving ahead would be risky..."

Then she looked over when she heard Naethra who looked confused over the whole fact she charmed the dragonborn. Still she huffed at that, even if she's now starting at this wonderful looking plant creature. "But you did! I don't know how to describe it but one second I was healing you of that poison, the next I couldn't stop thinking of standing by you.. protecting you, being wi-" she blushes a bit cutting herself off. "Either way then it just vanished. Those sudden desires and I just felt, knew it some how originated from you. Maybe something you cast backfired while you weren't paying attention?"

The dragon born scratched the back of her head before continuing to work off her armor. "And sorry, don't got a sowing kit.." Duran explained while both unaware of how out of it Oric is right now nor how upset Retiaria is with what Naethra said.

[Perception Roll: 19 + 0 = 19]

[Ordos]

Naethra was a bit surprised by Red's sudden turn of mood, but didn't pursue or speak to the tiefling.  There were some more direct matters to attend to, first. 

Naethra frowned, holding up her leather cuirass.  This... might actually be salvageable after all.  The straps weren't really meant to accommodate someone of her size, but the difference wasn't too great.  Some fiddling with the fasteners, ideally some thread and cutting, and her armor would be... well, about as serviceable as it ever was.  Her old clothes would still stretch obscenely over new assets.

. "But you did! I don't know how to describe it but one second I was healing you of that poison, the next I couldn't stop thinking of standing by you.. protecting you, being wi-"

"Either way then it just vanished. Those sudden desires and I just felt, knew it some how originated from you. Maybe something you cast backfired while you weren't paying attention?"

"Huh," Naethra said.  Her mouth felt strange.  Her tongue was no longer forked, and didn't require a constant effort to keep pointed and normal looking, but something else felt different.  But Duran's question was becoming equally distressing. 

"That... sounds like a charm spell.  And the way you looked at me, after the first time you cleansed the... tree-ness..." well, that didn't take, but it was hardly Duran's fault, "there was a distressing bewitchment there.  A downright creepy fascination.  I didn't do that.  I cast two spells in that fight, a blast and a curse, and they were both after you started acting charmed."

(Arcana roll: 1 + 4 = 5)

"I... suppose someone else might have charmed you?  They tend to be simple spells, as far as illusion and manipulation go.  Maybe the spell misfired?  Or maybe it was something the dryad-thing did, trying to distract us?  Or it could have been some trap... did you get anything from that invisible woman?  No... no, that seems unlikely... not enough pay-off to justify the effort there..."

It was distressing.  There were always some moral quandaries involved when illusion magic started flying, and Naethra did not like the idea of this place playing around directly with their minds. 

[Roselli]

"I don't cast charm spells, I'm just charming." Gwen tried to joke with the situation. "I think I have a needle, and some thread. Although it's just white thread. I'd be at a party and my clothes get ripped off... for some reason."

Gwen digs into a bag and hands something off to the air. Neathra feels a hand tap her on the shoulder. But looking at what is touching her She won't see the unseen servant "She can take  a stab at it. Fixing clothes is half the reason I learned this spell in the first place. Although, it was more of a butler before. Not sure why even my spells are feminine now."

[Alice]

The party is able to catch it's breath without anything unfortunate happening to them. Naethra is able to think much more clearly after getting that sexual release.

As Naethra and Duran speak Duran is able to notice that Naethra doesn't seem to have any teeth.. or finger or toe nails..

After a few safe minutes pass till you hear a thunderous booming along the trail ahead!

[Ryuforce]

Duran thought it was odd to see Naethra's form lacking any form of nails or teeth but she thought also it would be rude. Foucisng more on trying to figure out what happen. "Hmm but I don't see why someone would try to charm me into liking you then. Wouldn't they try to make me like them so I don't try to clobber them?" The dragon gives a shrug. "Let's just hope it doesn't happen again.

 For now though she got the armor off to take a breather and catch her breathe. She examined her chest too finally, gasping and realizing it did get bigger.  She sighed softly as her cloths she did wear under her armor was starting to stretch out and risk tearing. "I think that weird lemony girl is about to make an easy ten" Duran said with a sign, referring to Amber and her offer with the magical rings. "If we even meet her again..." Just as soon as she can catch her breathe there's the sudden boom making her nearly fall onto her back. She gasps, realizing it's possible threats as she grabs onto her armor, trying to work it back on. "Crap crap crap. I need help. this stuff is a pain to get back on!" She warns as it would take quite a while to refashion heavy armor back on. Seems she wasn't getting the nice long rest she was hoping for.

[Nice and shortly rested. Rest heal: d10 = 4 huh right on the money. Fire online!]

[HP: 24/24] [HD: 1] [AC: 18 - 1] [Lay on Hands: 0]

[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]

Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this. Or probably shedding dem pounds.

Pleasantly Plump: -2 fitness penalty to Dexterity. -5 foot fitness penalty to movement. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat. Welp. Time to gen to love my awsome new pudgy pinkness!

[Ordos]

"Thank you, so much," Narthrrha replied, smiling to Gwyn.  "And you too, 'mam," she said to the unseen servant.  It was silly, she knew, but it felt appropriate. 

The work was quick, simple, and even somewhat restful.  Acute tailoring was out of the question, but some jiggering with straps, a couple cuts with one of her daggers (why did the expedition give her so many knives?) and she was back in her armor.

Only then did she realize she must have posses off Red.  Before she could figure out how to broach the subject she heard a tremendous noise.

She turned to Gwyn as she rose, reluctantly, to her feet.  "Let's be a little more cautious this time, please?  I don't want to wind up a tree again.  Err... More of a tree.  Or rooted in someone's garden..."  Her blush returned as sheer bizareneas of her situation struck her.

(Effects of short rest, using one hit die, 1d8 = 5 +2, + song of rest (1d6 = 5) = +12 hp.  She was at 3 before this, so new total health is 15 out of a possible 17.)