Always Ascending

[Roselli]

Gwyn wants to scream as the spell takes place, but alphas the awareness to not do so. She shrinks down and feels stiff as she widens and becomes rounder. She can't move as she feels her body becoming wood. The emptiness fills up with beer  before she's hauled out into the hall. She can hear the voices of the party awaiting her liquid. Her ass is tapped as she shares her booze with the awaiting crowd.

[Alice]

<<a continueation of Layla/Lucious>>

Layla: I blink, still a bit befuddled... it's not uncommon for me in any case, being a bit befuddled, but somehow I just seem half a step behind the world for now... catching up.

"Umm... oh, right." I take the dipper and ladle it out at the base of trees as I pass.

DM: As the dipper flows over the base into the roots the tree gets greener starting to soften from bark as it does above the knees.

Layla: Curious, I reach out to feel the change- these are strange trees.

DM: The green part is soft and warm like flesh. Lucious sees the shift from the alchemical food follows it from what would be hips to eyes.. The girl tree squirms a bit under her hands though.

Layla: A squirming tree, well I never... for some reason I can't quite place this enthralls me. Well, why shouldn't it? I'm an orchardess... lady of the orchard? What's the nomenclature for this? Oh who knows, in any case this is an unusual tree so of course I'm interested in it. I feel more around the tree, curious and intrigued, and pout another dipper of the food out to see what it will do

DM: As the dipper is poured the tree sways a bit..Layla realizes she is over fertilizing... The tree's curves get.. curvier.. breasts growing heavy inviting and green..

Layla: Well that's... transfixing. Odd to see on a tree, is all, of course. What other reason would there be? I stop fertilizing of course, I don't want to damage the thing, but I cup a breast, curious to see it's feel and heft- so unusual for a tree

DM: The breast is warm and soft overflowing the edges of the hand in this hyper fertilized state.  Some sort of nectar beads at the tip of the nipple as the body shivers and shudders
under Layla's hand.

Layla: A curiosity that has always been a key part of my world view drives me to give the 'nipple' a soft pinch, and to lick the nectar from my finger, curious to find if it tastes the same as the fruit the tree bears.

DM: The nectar is even sweeter than the fruit itself causing you to lick your fingers clean.

Layla: "mmmm..." I almost purr, but pick up the ladle and move on to fertilize the other trees, I don't want them to be forgotten, their fruit is important

DM: The plump green tree sways as you leave breasts rocking back and forth heavy with that nectar. Each tree you fertilize softens swaying as if enjoying the feeling of sun and breeze on their softened skin.

Layla: I go about hte circuit until I've either fed all the trees or run out of fertilizer, then go back to that first tree, running my hands back over it and having another taste of that nectar- is it sap perhaps? Could it be distilled into a syrup?

DM: The tree leans forward slightly pressing those big heavy breasts forward as you savor more of that fruity sweetness..

Layla: I don't put my lips directly to it, that would be terribly uncouth, but I do milk it a bit with my fingers. The tree is leaning forward... should that be concerning? Might it's canopy sway too far as it moves, and it lose fruit?

I realize that, as I ponder this, I'm licking the tree directly, trying to place just where I may have tasted that flavor before...

DM: The nectar leaves a warm feeling in your belly as you lick and taste the tree, milking it into your mouth. Layla moans tasting it.. Layla starts to take over for Lucious knowing that the concentrated nectar would enhance her attributes as well. The alchemist would love to get her hands on some, but first.. you got it flowing...Layla gets the rewards.

Layla: It's all so... disorienting. I mostly forget just what I'm doing as I try to place the taste... Lyl- I mean I can't help but imagine what extra fun I could have with a little more... padding.

That thought echoes oddly in my head, but I cant worry too much about how or why, why shouldn't I think it? Maybe I could get one of the other girls around here better tempted if I were more... tempting, is all. That's a thought that doesn't seem odd at all, and I continue to lick at the tap, some corner of my mind pondering if some sort of cider could be made from this.

DM: It will very likely make a great cider.. or some sort of sweet wine. Layla can feel her chest growing.. feel her rear straining her panties as well..

Layla: Well... I don't want to get TOO out of proportion... I... reluctantly, stop, standing up straighter. I wobble for a moment, having to get used to things moving differently, and wipe my mouth with the edge of my sleeve- I wipe off the tree as well, for good measure, and go off to report to Alma that the fertilizing is done. As I tug at the top of my bodice I wonder if she'll notice the recent improvements.

DM: You can find Alma loading fruit into barrels, she takes a look at you, "couldn't resist huh?"

Alexander smiles, "Pay up.."

Alma hands her a copper chit.. "Oh.. I'm of a mind to make you pay for costing me.. I was certain you could make it to at least day two.." Her eyes along your body, "Should definitely make you pay for that."

Layla: I blink, blushing "I... beg your pardon? I've no money, as I said, I only just arrived and..." why am I blushing so furiously? I fidget with the top of my bodice again, not making eye contact.

DM: Alma smiles and presses up against you pulling you in. "I can think of things other than money you can use." You feel a hand on your rear giving it a squeeze.. "come with me."

Layla: Well, I'm blushing all the more furiously... I mean I was thinking to flirt but... well this is almost indecent, isn't it? I feel my face burning as I stammer "I uh... yes ma'am." I don't even try to move her hand, I figure I'm in trouble... I just got here, and all I know is orchard work, will they kick me out??

DM: She smiles and runs her fingers along your bodice then walks towards the brewery building.. On the way A gnoll stops her and starts to sniff her before looking up at you..

Layla: I jump at the gnoll's attention, pulling up on my bodice "I c-can, ermn... are you in need of something? refreshment? We've just brought in the day's hervest, it doesn't get any more fresh!"

DM: She sniffs at Layla.. "hmmph... " She plucks one of the fruits.. {book marked for possible alternate ending} "have you seen any fresh adventurers in town today? Besides our three new pets that is."

Layla: I blink at him again, still blushing "well, no, I haven't seen anyone, I don't get out much."

DM: She leans into you sniffing again... but then moves along leaving you to follow Alma.. {bookmark here if you want to play a bad end later}

Layla: I follow Alma, all the more flustered even than before, with that gnoll sniffing around.. it scares me.

DM: She leads you into the brewery.. the smell of yeast permeates the air.. She drops a basket of fruit into a bin.. then smiles and beckons you towards her. "No one comes in here this time of day.. and those nasty goblins already checked this building."

Layla: "I... huh? but.... clearly some people do" I tell her, going over at her beckon "I mean, we're here."

DM: She smiles and starts to undo the ties on your clothes, "Yes.. and no one else will till tomorrow at the soonest.."

Layla: "I uh..." I squirm, starting to get an idea what she has in mind, I'm not THAT naive "Isn't there, erm, something else we need to tend to?" I ask, looking around like a deer caught in headlights... notably I do not stop her untying the straps... it's hardly the place of a common farm girl to be demanding.

DM: Layla's top falls away to the brewery floor, "Those gobbos are disturbing everything.. We'll be fine taking a break while they rummage around." She turns presenting the ties to her top as well.

Layla: I stammer, my arms... well, form some strange reason it's NOT quite my reflex to cover myself, though I move to do it after a moments thought- it should be my reflex, right?

Layla is quite befuddled, this is... with another woman? But... well, Lou is quite intrigued... though this is all through enough of a strange filter that it's hard to quite figure out what Lou is thinking. Though it's his hands that reach out an pull on the strings holding Alma's bodice until they come undone


DM:  Alma turns and seeing your look of confusion kisses you letting your breasts press together enhanced and feeling so much more sensitive from the nectar..

Layla: I gasp- whatever I was thinking- and I think a lot, never stop really- I stopped thinking it then, and express my sudden lack of specific thought with a low moan. I reach up and wrap my hands around her waist... that should be easier shouldn't it? It seems like I'm usually better at reaching all the way around a woman...

DM: She pulls the ties for your skirt letting it flutter away into a pool around your ankles.. Her hand reaches up and expertly caresses your smooth sensitive breast that over flows her hand..

Layla: My eyes bulge- I know that it's hardly the right thing to do here, but I freeze, going stiff, barely daring to breathe- again I would liken it to a startled deer. That's... so a new, novel sensation... did the nectar really make that big of a difference?

DM: "oh yes.. the gift of our girls are a potent arousal potion unprepared.. for the next day or so.. I'd bet the smallest touches.." her hand slips down into the panties and gently brushes Layla's sex, "send all sorts of feelings through you..

Layla: I was going to ask 'unprepared?' but it came out more as 'un-ooh gods what?" as I felt her hand slip into my underwear. I moved to take her wrist, to pull her hand away from me, but I was entirely too slow- her finger didn't have far to move, then I started to get weak kneed, my pelvis leaning into her without my direction

DM: Her finger starts to move teasing your sensitive folds.. her other hand squeezes your breast as her thumb explores your stiffening nipple.. "and a few other things.." She lets go of the breast and pulls downward on your panties.

Layla: I gasp- it's becoming a bit redundant at this point, but my hands keep fidgeting, switching tasks between pulling her hand away from my breast and my sex faster than any progress can be made on either task, leaving her quite free to do as she wishes. "O- oh! other things?" I ask, timidly.

DM: two fingers now press into your sex thrusting, "another side effect of that nectar.. one reason it's used for betting between us.."

Layla: I was going to prompt for more information. I had all the words picked out and everything, I was just taking a minute to get them into a nice row, but then her fingers... and...

well my words weren't very cogent but my body language was probably pretty clear.

DM: she presses you down.. letting your body crumple to the floor like your discarded skirt.. the spreads your legs and starts to lick.

Layla: So I learned a new thing about myself today.

I learned it as I wrapped my legs around her head and let my hands fondle my breasts, further stimulating myself.

I'm a screamer. This is a surprise.

I really want to know what the other side effect is, it seems important, but... well, damn, nothing seems quite so important as Alma's tongue right now, it's hard to imagine anything else could be.

DM: She lashes you with her tongue listening to you scream.. she lifts for a moment to smile your juices dripping from her lips, "You'll obey any command of the first person who makes you orgasm.." She dips back down and licks again going harder and faster.. the notion of falling into this womans control.. the idea.. is intoxicating..

Layla: It takes a moment or two for her words to filter through my arousal fogged brain- a few moments longer for them to get reassembled enough to make any sense.

I can almost taste the sweet nectar on my lips again as I feel her down there, I can hear myself cry out- something in the back of my head is telling me this is a bd idea, I should get away, I should- but it's so obviously wrong it's laughable. How could this revelation be more important than cumming? And I'm SO CLOSE too! I pinch my engorged breasts, panting and bucking.

DM: As you hover at the edge one of her hands squeezes hard on your soft yielding cheeks.. sending a new spike of pleasure through you as she licks even harder feeling and tasting how close you had come..

Layla: I can't really say exactly when it happened- it was such a new sensation, with... but that doesn't make sense, I'd orgasmed before, hadn't I? Of course I had, but... well I suppose the nectar is just that intense, because the feeling isn't quite like anything I'd felt before. I let out a LOUD and particularly vulgar goblin phrase as I grabbed Alma's hair and felt myself climb past the point of shuddering orgasm.

DM: She smiles and sits back as your body wracks with the intense orgasm..as Layla's eyes clear she Sees Alma naked pointing to her sex...

Layla: Befuddled doesn't REALLY begin to cover it, but my senses are starting to come back into standard specifications, so when I see her there pointing I'm not sure just what she means. Yes, that's her sex, what about it? "I... huh?" I ask, finding my voice to b e a little raspy.

DM: She similes,"your turn sexy.."

Layla: Oh... well that makes sense I suppose. Fair is fair. I lick my lips and clear my throat, voice still a little raspy "I uh... I'm not terribly..." I'm blushing again, but not much use bothering with it now, I lean in and begin to lick, somewhat... well, exceedingly tentatively.

DM: Her hands grab your head pulling in... encouraging you to go a bit harder.. "I'm gonna orgasm.. and then your gonna get some fresh air..."

Layla: I'm... not entirely sure what she means by fresh air? It gives me a chill though... or that could be the air of the brewery on my bare skin, really can't tell- but I've got more pressing matters to focus on. I begin applying my keen mind to the task of bringing this lady to orgasm, testing to see what works best, and reinforcing those techniques.

DM: You put your keen mind to the task of unraveling the female orgasm. it's awkward at first but licking and twisting this way and that. Soon she starts to squirm bucking slightly. It feels good to help her feel pleasure.. It also feels slightly light headed as you start to get short of air, but re-purposing your keen mind to the duty of pleasuring others starts to make it happen.. She relents giving you a breath before pulling you in again.

Layla: Breathing? Well... that's concerning.

It's a quiet voice in the back of my head, mostly sounding like someone observing and taking notes, he just pipes up now and again... seems to think that my lack of concern about being short of breath is noteworthy.

I'm not sure why, I gasp in a deeper breath, and along with it the scent of my current lover, and I'm back on task- I've always been a quick learner when I set my mind to it.

DM: And learn quickly you do. Each moment a new lesson in how to bring her pleasure. It feels almost like these lessons are replacing other things.. but that can't be important know.. what matters is her trembling body getting closer and closer from your actions.

Layla: I take pride in my quick capacity to learn, if I'm forgetting anything I'm sure I can learn it back... if it was even important. I push myself, trying to see just how quickly I Can get her over the edge

DM: With your redoubled efforts she soon stiffens and moans spurting juices down your face bucking squeezing you between her thighs.

Layla: I sit up, smiling, and reach for my clothing. A job well done... that voice in the back of my head notes that something else was said that was probably important, but... well I can't very well parse it at the moment, if it's important I'll be reminded, that's how all such things work isn't it?

DM: She reaches up and pulls you down next to her, "No need to go yet." Her hands gently roam your body. "I'd like to take some time to explore you."

Layla: I jump, caught off guard somewhat... which I suppose doesn't make much sense, it's quite consistent with observations thus far, but... well I suppose I was elsewhere for a moment "I uh-" I'm blushing again... "thought you did that a bit ago?"

Layla: I try, unsuccessfully, not to squirm

DM: She smiles at your squirming running fingers along your body very slowly, "I'm taking my time about it this time." She giggles and rests a hand on your hip, "You came out with a very pleasing shape.."

Layla: "Oh uh-" I try to scoot away a little, her hands.. with the nectar, it's driving me crazy "just trying it on for size, not quite sold on it yet."

DM: She smiles, "you should keep it.. it looks good on you.. and I think you lok and feel good in it." Her hand cups one of your breasts again gently squeezing.. it does feel.... very good.. and then she lets it fall gently against the other one.

Layla: I mean to say "i'll take that under advisement" but it comes out more as "Ah- umm... I'll... good advice." as the spike of sensation from her hand ambushes me.

DM: She smiles, "I know it is" she  gives your butt a nice squeeze as well. "or are you that eager to et back to work?"

Layla: "I uh... Guess I'm just new in town" I reply, reaching up to cup her breast in turn- it seems an appropriate enough thing to do. "A little lost, don't want to make a bad impression"

DM: "well" She arches her back, "Your making a very nice one on me. Makes you want to just nap the afternoon away in pleasant arms.. of course there are lots of tree friends you could make too."

Layla: I blink "tree friends?"

DM: Like the one that fed you that lovely nectar silly." She kisses you soft lips pressing against yours.

Layla: I kiss back- that being something I feel more familiar with, but her soft lips send tingles all down my spine... That nectar is still working on me, and I can feel myself... Heating up again. That's probably not good...

I notice that I've pushed forward with my pelvis towards her during the kiss, and I pull back to break it off "I uh... Umm... It seemed like kind of a one sided relationship..."

DM: "I have it on good authority the plant girls love being touched." She smiles and runs her hands down your back as she pulls you into another embrace

Layla: I squirm more actively in her embrace... That voice in the back of my head seems worried, like there was somewhere I should be or something I should do that I'm forgetting. "I uh... Should probably... They'll need all hands on deck to deal with the towns guests won't they?"

DM: I don't want to go out there and get pawed by goblins" She shakes her head, "Still if you want to, go for it."

Layla: I hesitate, and sit back. Getting pawed at doesn't SOUND too great...

/That's all I'm getting done in here though/ the voice asserts, and I reach for my clothing to get dressed again. "I uh... Fresh air." I say, the wording coming from a memory of something Alma had said earlier "just going to walk around about and see if I can clear my head."

DM: You are able to exit the brewery.. and you didn't realize how much time you had lost while having sex and cuddling.. the sun has lowered in the sky painting the town in orange light.. Something in the back of your mind says something happening in the Inn is very very important..

Layla: Well, I head there- I'm not good at remembering things, so if I remember this one it must be important

[Alice]

<<oric's day>>

The chair's brief attention slip extends, and extends, and deepens. For Chair the whole world drops away but supporting the rear on the cushion. the gnoll makes meaningless mouth noises but all that matters is the language of muscles and shifting posstion. The Chair is able to exert itself to shift the cushion to maximize the sitters comfort. At least for as long as it has energy to put into it.

I press up against her rear, moving ever so slightly to massage her weary cheeks. She chose me, so it's my duty to tend to her as best I can

The gnoll lets out a sigh as your subtle massage helpls relax her rear. The exertion does take it's toll however. (Oric loses one HP) The vital energy spent makes it that much harder for Oric to keep her essence from blending more and more with the chairs. Her rear wiggles on you as she lets out a small moan of pleasure making more mouth sounds at the others around her.

I make an internal sigh as I relax. I need to spread out my attention. I let her ass settle deeper into me, trying to touch as much of her rear as I can. but... it's not as nice as Naethras... I find myself longing for a plump green ass that brigns back memories of a situation completely contradictory to my current state. When was that? I remember being in a forest... why?

The rear sinks deeper into the soft cushion of the chair as the ower of it leans forward as if grabbing something.. Then leans back relaxing with her drink.. after... who knows how long the pressure starts to lift.. {charisma save}

[4+1] no! where is she going? I feel an immediate emptyness. I strain myself, trying to encourage her not to go. To stay and relax, to enjoy sitting on me.

Oric hears her start to speak, "We need to fan out if we can't locate"....She gets fully up.. and chairs are nothing without rears.. So chair is nothing now fadeing away into dreamless non existence.
{{book mark this spot to return to later}}
The chair dwells that way for an unknown time till the shadow of a plump green rear looms above it.

The barest hint of a thought arises, a desire to be sat upon by that rear.

The plump green rear decends almost as if granting a wish from the chair.. slowly pressing down into the cushion.. Wider and smoother.. and less clothed than the gnoll's

I rejoice internally, hugging that ass, attempting to caress and massage it . So big and lovely, just like I remember... remember from where? Does it matter? This ass has come to use me.

The owner of the ass lets out a moan as her rear is rubbed and caressed..she must have worked hard as rear is somewhat sweaty. She makes some mouth sounds as you hear drinking while she slowly relaxes.

I relax, letting her rear push into me, letting me cover her curves, pressing up against her every inch, quivering slightly as I enjoy her using me.

You can tells she complaining about something.. she wiggles her rear back and forth trying to get her sweaty ass to settle in just right..

I do my best to move and shift to accommodate her, her sweat sinking into me as she moves. I'm reminded of something, of movement, of the uncomfortable sweatiness... but chairs don't sweat... was it someone else?

The chair could probably with some exertion help her with that sweaty uncomfortableness..

I focus, trying to help her relax. Something pushes at the back of my mind. A desire I can't explain. Wanting to press and rub and squeeze her, wanting to push up inside of her, to touch her body all over... but a chair only needs to worry about such a lovely ass, about cradling it, holding it, helping it relax. Such strange desires for a chair...

By expending more vital energy the chair instantly wicks the sweat away from the goblin as she stops fidgeting and relaxes into the cushion that takes that sweat deep inside itself away from the butt it is serving.
(one less HP for Oric to cling to herself with)

I sigh, feeling myself fill ever so slightly with her sweat. It feels good...

After a time the pressure starts to lessen..{cha save} it seems this goblin is getting up.

[13+1] I feel content with my job well done, but a certain longing for something more.

The goblin sighs as she stands, "You have got to try this.. just a half hour and I feel good as new.. even after running through the streets all day." Another goblin approaches her thick green sweaty rear hovering above you, "Trust me, you'll feel like a new goblin.. Even makes having to stay here and patrol for a few days worth it."

The next rear starts to lower.

I eagerly welcome the new rear, letting myself shape around it. But... those words... I know... words again. How? Right, I've always known words. My mind is filled with this confusion, but I settle in around that rear and relax, letting my confusion abate. It's okay, I can just enjoy myself, listening to what they have to say. That seems like a good idea. I should listen and remember things... for some reason.

The goblin wiggles in her plump sweaty green butt, "Did you break it.. I thought you said this helped with jogging sweat?" She sighs and leans forwards in the chair talking with her partner. While she talks about patrolling for a little bit she slips into talking about sex as well..starting to get a little damp.. dripping that on the cushion as well.

I press up against her dripping sex, something in my memory telling me it's the right thing to do. It's important to tend to her needs after all. But I try and remain focused, I can't lose myself in it... I can't do my job if I lose focus. With this dedicated mentality I try and clean her ass, whipping away at her sweat with a much more precise mentality, the fevered attention of before seeming so... immature.

The chair must still exert to clean the butt it is serveing and thus loses a little more vital energy it also absorbs some of that sexual fluid suffseing it with a generalized arousal the pressure of the butt now filling the cushion with sexual energy. {one HP lost}

I settle into my self, wrapped up in my arousal, fighting back with all I have against the desire to indulge.

The arousal builds and builds bouncing around the fluffy cushion as the goblin rests, "Oh yea.. that's great.." She gives a little bounce. (save)

[17+1] I moan internally as she bounces. It feels good... but I need to resist.

The goblins chat a bit longer till the pressure starts to relive again.. She's getting up, "Come on.. we need do another once over.." The sun's light is now streaming orange into the Inn..

I try and observe my surroundings, relaxing and taking 'deep breaths' trying to calm down.

The inn is mostly empty of customers Gavin and two of her girls are moveing around cleaning up wipeing down tables. They heap dishes on the table next to you. "What a damn day.." Gavin shakes her head, "Hope those folks didn't mind a boreing day in the store room." Her large, plump body turns giving you a prime view of her ass squeezed into her tight pants as her body sags slightly with exhaustion..

a part of me longs to have her sit on me, to allow me to care for her tired ass. I even know just what to do to care for her, but I also know that I can't exert myself any further, I'm exhausted and barely holding onto myself.

You are not sure if it was your own desire, the gods of the pervse, or just her having been run off her feet all day but her body lowers.. her ass pressing down against you.. "They can wait a few minutes more.. Let the gobbos get away a bit further anyway." Her body is tight with tenstion and exhaustion.. Her butt comunicateing all of this into your still aroused cushion.

I want to help her, letting her sink in and pressing around her plump cheeks, but I can't put to much of myself into it, I need to preserve myself. Even if she really needs it... goddess I want to help but I have to resist!

Her tense rear sinks into the cushion. She is clearly the worst off you have felt on you. A thought rises unbidden. Would Violet have withheld comfort from the one who has needed it most? but your so tired.. so aroused.. is this your thought.. or from the chair half of you..

I try to breath, to endure just for a moment as I attempt to centre myself. To gain just enough composure to allow me to tend to her needs without losing myself. Can I find that focus even as I feel such a wonderful ass pressing down on me? but... I can't hold back. I hold out as long as I can, attempting to build up my stamina before I begin massaging her ass, working to relax her body as I tend to her.

Her body relaxes as you spend the last of the aviable vital force.. She lets out a sigh her rear pressing deep into your cushions as she makes mouth sounds. Those don't matter.. Nothing matters but tending the rear..
(Chair has zero HP and is incapacitated)

[Alice]

<<Gwyn/tasty keg's day>>

DM: The Keg is rested behind the bar the tap in place.. every little slosh a moment of pleasurable sensation.. then.. the the tap is opened.. the beer starts to drain.. but it's a sensation of intense orgasm as the beer flows..

Gwen the party keg: Gwyn struggled to keep her mind. She wanted to undo the spell, she wanted to do something. Anything. But those thoughts were easily distracted by the sloshing fluid, and drowned out each time the tap drain sends her into bliss.

DM: Tankard after tankard is drawn each one a blissful sensation.. but.. what will happen when you run empty?

Gwen the party keg: Oh goddess, if I'm empty, they won't need me. I'd be useless. I start to worry about it as the fluid gets lower and lower inside of me. I'm feeling more and more empty inside. Gwyn want to snap out of it, not sure why she should be worried about this. This wasn't who she was. Was it?

DM: The Keg suddenly feels.. if she tries.. she might be useful a little longer.. if just needs to put in the effort...

Gwen the party keg: She couldn't possibly...she doesn't know how. But she thinks and tries to be filled again. Fill herself up. Maybe this way she could end the spell?

DM: And with that attempt... The Keg starts to fill again. Gwen feels her life force diminish slight.. but the Keg can keep going.. Another tankard is drawn.. one that gives a slight feeling of attachment.. joy in feeling the beer flowing out into that tankard.

Gwen the party keg: Gwyn feels a little lost as it fills up. Not sure why. Refilling made her a better keg. It made more opportunities to please her customers and more times to feel her own pleasure. She could be the best keg. It was a happy thought, but for some reason it made Gwyn want to scream for help

DM: There is a pause.. the room has gone quiet.. the women inside clean the room.. one them starts to wipe you down with a pink rag cleaning spilled beer off of you.. but.. you won't make it though a dinner rush with what you've got left inside..

Gwen the party keg: Dinner rush?! Gwyn want to yell. Why was she concerned about the dinner rush? She was just supposed to hide for a little while until the goblins are gone, and they seem gone. And now there was a part of her telling to to shut up and enjoy being a keg. Enjoy being cleaned out and wiped through and clean. That part of her pushed to refill it self making Gwyn feel weaker. How was she supposed to focus. Was she just going to get pushed out and become a keg?

DM: The wonderful liquid fills you bringing back your purpose once more full on the counter ready to go.. The goblins return less of them this time.. one sits down in a soft chair and makes her demands. A tankard is brought to you.. and once more.. the glorious fulfillment of your duty is done.

Gwen the party keg: Gwyn feels like she's grasping at anything. She tries to hear what is being said to lose her focus as thankfully more glorious fluid is poured from her rotund form. Over and over and over! But then nothing. Done? Is she really done? The idea of the keg pushed so much of her away that she liked, wanted it craved it. What could be better?

DM: Finally with just a little bit of beer left.. the last of the goblins leaves. The innkeeper starts to clean sitting down letting out a long sigh, "Well.. I hope those adventurers didn't have too boring a day stuck in the back room." She waves to one of her bar maids, "Go to the back behind the bottle shelf. They'll be back there, no way they were dumb enough to use it next to the door."

Gwen the party keg: Shit. Gwyn was able to hear and understand that. They thought she was still in the room. She was out here. What if they didn't know. What if she was stuck like this?! That wouldn't be too bad. It's quite pleasurable. No! Her friends. She couldn't stay. But what could she even do. She'd be forgotten and trapped forever!

DM: The woman returns.. "There isn't anything out of place there."

Gavin gasps, "we need to find them... After half a day passes.. we might not be able to reverse it!"

Gwen the party keg: Here! I'm right here! Gwyn couldn't speak, she had no mouth. She had a spout. Could she open it on her own? She tried to concentrate and try.

DM: Alas.. the only power Gwyn has is to give up little bit of her life force to refill. Gavin and her girls start to wander around looking for objects wandering past the keg on the counter time and again.

Gwen the party keg: Gwyn, wanted to wiggle, move, anything. She knew she could fill herself, but what was it going to cost her. She felt weaker each time. What if she started for getting things. No, it was worth the risk. They picked her up and knew she was still full, they would know. Right? She submitted and filled her self up once more.

DM: Another bit of fade.. another full load ready to go when she opens the next day. Then the shadow of a woman darkens the door way.. Maybe she'll want a drink!

Gwen the party keg: Please drink. Please. At the front of my thoughts as the woman comes near. I feel slightly distraught that it is my major focus. Again, maybe she'll know it's me. I'm too good of a keg a perfect keg. Maybe she'll want to keep me like this.

[Alice]

<<Naethra/Tankard>>

Naethra the tankard: Of course that was just silly.  Her base was circular, and she was weighted so that she would fall or rattle to the center, if not tipped over and forced to disgorge her wonderful, delectable contents.  Also; she was a tankard, and incapable of actually shifting her weight.  Also, also; she wasn't a tankard, and why the hells was she thinking like a cup?  <c>

Naethra the tankard: Naethra tried to anchor herself, like using her solid base to stay upright, only for her mind.  She wasn't a piece of wood!  Well, okay, she was mostly plant now.  Entirely plant?  It was complicated.  But with effort, focusing on the matter at hand... what really struck Naethra was just how small she was.  Her entire being could fit between this goblins hands.  Her lips felt enormous, warm and soft, caressing so much of her rim... <e>

GM: The goblins hands wrap around the tankard pulling her up to her lips again pleasure surgeing through the cup as it does what cups are meant to do. It's almost like.. she's been distilled down.. everything taken away but purpose and pleasure in fulfilling it. The lips on her rim are heaven sent..this goblin drinking of her.. some kind of higher being?

Naethra the tankard: Was this what worship felt like?  Being so small, so helpless, given glorious significance by something so much greater?  Being drunk from... at first it felt like Oric's lips on her womanhood, when she lost control after the dryad.  But it was different, so much more... more than just simple pleasure (although, yes, absolutely like, as though her rim had become analogous to her old pussy), but... purpose.  No... no!  She had to think.  Think about things other than the goblin's warmth, her softness, the ebb and slosh of ale within her... think... like about the bar-wench.  The goblin pinched her ass.  The celestial being drinking from her was an asshole.  That... that was a fact worth holding onto.

GM: The tankard is tipped back.. back back.. the contents draining from it.. lips now greedily sucking away as the contends slide away.. then... The goblins gasps licks her lips and slams the tankard down on the table... and a wash of pleasure fires through every tiny foam flecked inch of her..Orgasm was shy of expressing it.. The tankard fulfilled it's purpose to the one it served.. Refreshment.. was .. Delivered...

Naethra the tankard: She felt like cheering.  Like howling in pleasure.  Like singing and screaming and building a cathedral to this moment and sensation.  This felt glorious.  Dimly, Naethra tried to take in her surroundings.  The table.  The goblin.  The bitch (the figurative one who'd drunken from her and the literal one who was the reason she was a tankard right now).  Every fragment of thought was a battle.  She wanted to just bask.  Bask in purpose fulfilled.  In simplicity.  In sheer pleasure... but she remembered being the tree, and shuddered to think of what else she might lose if she did that again.  (Figuratively, of course.  Tankards can't shudder.  Physically she just sat there, feeling the last few droplets fizzle and evaporate, evidently not worth the hassle of trying to collect.)  Idly, she wondered what it would feel like to be full of Gwen... but even that thought was a struggle against the sheer, glorious, sublime glow of her purpose fulfilled.  <e>

GM: Then a serving girl claims the Tankard and carries it back dropping it into a pile of similar empties next to a pool of sudsy water.. She had done good.. and soon the renewal..

Naethra the tankard: The tankard tried to remember it had a plan.  Why did it have a plan?  Someone would refill her.  Maybe was her first.  Was that an important step?  Maybe she'd be refilled with ale from the cute new cask!  She was so sexy and beautiful as an elf.  Which was a very odd thing for a tankard to think.  Oh, because she's Naethra!  She kept forgetting that...  She really hoped that pill didn't require some sort of counter-agent... they'd never find her in this pile.  Or in a cupboard.  How many other former tieflings might be stocked in this place?  <e>

GM: Before long hands grab the tub of Tankards and dump them into the soapy water.. Strong hands grab and run a rag over you cleaning you up.. renewing you.. making you ready for another round. You are set with many of your sister tankards in a row awaiting the bar keep to fill you again.

Naethra the tankard: Clean!  And renewed and refreshed and ready!  Soon she'd be filled again!  And... and maybe... was it getting harder to remember?  Her name was Naethra.  No last name.  She recalled Ythrilheim.  There were a few inns, but she didn't frequent them.  Did they have tankards?  How many used to people?  Did it feel so good for them, too?  At least, for the moment, anticipation was easier to think through than use, or the fulfillment after use.  How long had passed?  She tried to sense, to get a feel for what was happening.  Were the goblins still there?  How long was she supposed to stay a tankard?  And when would someone fill her again?  <e>

GM: The tankard is grabbed by the Inn keeper Gavin.. Her hands were strong rough, but confident.. She is placed under the new kegs tap and slowly the brew inside the highest quality starts to fill the tankard it's foam and aroma becoming the all of it's world..

Naethra the tankard: Again!  And... was this the new one?  What was her name?  Why would a cask have a name!  Oh, right, because it was her teammate!  She flirted with her a few times, but she'd always been to embarrassed or afraid to embrace her... but this!  She felt her fluid fill her, pour into her, giving wonderful purpose to her hollow center.  She grew heavy with ale, feeling it flow and fizz within her.  She wondered if Gwen could feel anything different about this container, or if she was just another Tankard to her now?  <e>

GM: A serving girl grabs the Tankard of the good stuff and brings it to the gnoll.. who seems to wiggle in her chair a moment. Then she takes you and breaths in the scent of the ale inside you her lips so close teasing you.. near the edge of doing what you must do.. but trapped their waiting for her lips..

Naethra the tankard: Oh, no... or, oh yes!  Or... this is who she was hiding from.  This is why she's a tankard.  If she can go undetected... or, does not thinking like a tankard tip her off?  What does she sense?  She likes the brew, though... she savoring it.  So close.  She's so full and ready and eager, and soon her wonderful contents will meet those lips, and she'll serve her purpose and the great drinker will be refreshed!  Her lips on her yearning wooden rims... wait a second... she has the head of a wolf.  Wouldn't she just lap up the ale?  That would still work, though!  No contact on her rim, but her tongue would plunge into her, and soon it'd be licking her insides clean, and she'd give the glorious wolf-woman her sacred ale!  As long as she doesn't notice...  <e>

GM: Her mouth is.. surprisingly flexible as her lips do purse up and  take a sip.. she sighs in pleasure as she drinks getting foam on her nose.. Then.. she stops and sniffs.. sniffs at you.. You can almost feel the warm air against your very thoughts.. trying to find anything out of place!

Naethra the tankard: Think tankardy thoughts!  Tankardy thoughts!  Oh, gods this feels amazing!  Fear and joy filled Naethra, even as the amber ale she was actually filled with emptied her.  She felt so helpless.  Utterly inanimate, entirely within her enemy's hands... she'd happily worship those if she wasn't careful.  But now she was sniffing... for what?  Did she like the brew?  Could she taste something off in the ale that came from a sexy elf bard?  Could she smell her through the wood and suds?  She tried to think Tankardy thoughts, to enjoy the sensation of lips on her rim, the warmth of her nose within her round hollow, the sublime joy of purpose, having delivered refreshment to her colossal, glorious master.  Tankard was so happy, welcoming that almost erotic haze, that warm glory of purpose fulfilled.  <e>

GM: She takes another long drink then runs her fingers around the rim.. "hmmm...You wouldn't happen to know where those adventurers are would you?" Was she speaking to you.. was she speaking to someone across the table you couldn't even comprehend being so utterly helpless in the gnolls hands.. all she had to do was drop you in a bag.. Could she be on to you.. could you still have a chance?

Naethra the tankard: The tankard felt content in its users hands... claws... the tankard... was suddenly having real trouble thinking of herself as the tankard.  The euphoric haze wasn't holding up so well this time, what with the very scary (and so much bigger than her) gnoll-queen holding her.  Running her finger along her rim, teasing her... did she tease every object she used, just on the off-chance it used to be a person?  The tankard was certain they'd enjoy it... not that there was much else she or they could do.  Just... be.  Just be small and practical and entirely at the mercy of those animate enough to use her.  <e>

GM:  She takes another long drink seemingly distracted by something under her.. Another swallow.. and empty! The tankard is set down once more having done it's duty.

Naethra the tankard: Oh, thank the gods!  Or her fae patron.  Or the Lady of Excess.  Really, whatever entity happened to be listening to the thoughts of a tankard.  Now, without that prospect looming over her, the peaceful pleasure of purpose served and renewal overcame her.  Soon she'd be washed and refilled!  And then some new owner would lift her up in their powerful hands, caressing her, holding her diminished, practical form as she received sacrament from their lips, her precious cargo flowing, her sacred duty fulfilled.... at least until she turned back.  She hoped.  <e>

GM: As she predicted she is picked up.. carried to the tub.. and washed.. the bar maid using a pink cloth to get her clean then placed once again along side her sisters.

Naethra the tankard: Clean!  Rubbed down, her yearning rim wiped and ready, and placed alongside others like her, just like her.  No one would be able to tell one form the other by sight.  Were any others thinking these thoughts?  Did she know someone who turned into pink rags?  Did the wizard even become an object?  Maybe she should have tried to pass... there didn't seem to be an alarm going up, so no one had been detected... or if they had, then they had just been quietly pocketed.  And, then again, the wizard didn't get to feel what being filled, drunk and then wiped off with a team-mate felt like... <e>

GM: The tankard is pushed slowly down the line as the others are filled and passed out.. it seems the goblin army likes to drink.. then just as the tankard is reached for.. it's held and set back down.. "Thanks the gods.. they are out of our hair for now... " The tankard sits.. ready.. next to so many others.. as the people inside.. start to clean.

Naethra the tankard: Finally!  That had been one of the most intense experiences of the tankard's life!  Err... of Naethra's.  Drat, she hadn't been bale to pick up anything useful.  It would have been a great opportunity to eavesdrop if she hadn't been so preoccupied with being filled... glorious, refreshing, wondrous ale fizzling within her, soft lips caressing her sensitive rim, the sublime communion of flow and purpose.... no, no that was over.  And soon they'd reverse the effect!  Err... unless it reverses on its own.  And, come to think of it, it had better reverse on its own, because she was pretty certain they had no idea where she was.  Gavin didn't even see her change, and it was one of the goblins who picked her up.  So, there was probably a time limit.  One that'd be expiring any minute now.  Aaaany minute now.  Surely, they kept track of how many tankards they had.  Right?  <e>

GM: Hours pass... then the goblins start to return.. and you are fetched.. filled.. and handed to a green skinned patron who starts to drink from you again.. All of those feelings rushing back.. with the dinner rush.. drank.. drank.. and slammed once more empty on the table.

Naethra the tankard: Ah, this was clever.  Keep her inanimate for when they inevitably double-backed!  That made sense, and it was a sensible and not horrifying explanation for why she was still a drinking-mug after what must have been hours.  Certainly they hadn't forgotten her, she mused in her brief windows of introspection between worshipful service and euphoric afterglow.  Certainly this was part of the plan, and not how they get new odds and ends around here.  Certainly, she was supposed to have been used to serve nine pints to seven different goblins over the course of an afternoon and evening.  Certainly it couldn't be any longer than that... right?  <e>

GM: Eventually.. the sun starts to descend..the light filters orange as dishes are piled up on a table next to that comfortable padded chair. You are lucky to be being pulled out of the water.. set down next to at least 15 of your twins. Gavin walks over and sinks into the chair, "Gods.. I hope they enjoyed their boring day in the stock room.."

Naethra the tankard: Oh, finally!  How long had it been?  Things got awfully blurry for a while there... she sort of phased out in the water.  That can't be a good way to treat wooden vessels.  But it was over!  It... it had to be!  She'd been a tankard for what felt like ages, served twelve total pints (gods could those green girls drink), and been washed by dunk, rag, and skirt-hem.  She recognized the chair as Oric, but... why were there so many other tankards?  Did he just not know which one she was?  Hopefully she had a way of figuring it out.  Being a tankard was fun (at least when it wasn't horrifying), but this would be a really good time to be a person again.  Or a plant... damn, she needed to get that figured out... but she needed to not be a cup first... ,e>

GM: Gavin groans and looks to one of her bar maids, "Go to the back.. get the pile of stuff in the back corner behind the bottle rack.. They were smart adventurers.. They'll have hid in the back then taken the disguise.. I'm not sure what it will be but it will be in the back, they were clearly smart enough to not change right in front of the door." Gavin seems to relax quite pleasantly in the chair..her plump rear sinking into the cushion.

Naethra the tankard: What?  Oh... wait, where did they change?  She was by a wall, wasn't she?  Or was there another door?  She... she had to figure it out.  There wouldn't be a pile of stuff... or would there?  If she could reverse even one person... well, that person could probably point out the rest!  And... well, she couldn't see Gywn, and Gavin was sitting on Oric, apparently oblivious of the dwarf's change... then why was Tankard, err... Naethra, why was she here?  Along with fifteen or so of her sisters?  <e>

GM: Gwyn was behind the counter tapped and still ready to go.. a dirty pink wash rag sat in a bucket under the counter.. The mage had fallen out of the window... and Red.. she'd sat down in the wardrobe last the tankard saw.. slowly turning red and clothey... Rather like one of the bar maids panties that have been flashed several times.. The bar maid comes back, "Nothing out of the ordinary.."

Gavin blinks, "What?.. Look again... that formula gets unstable after 12 hours.. without the counter agent... it might not wear off at all.."

Naethra the tankard: Oh... shit.  Shit!  Naethra tried to recall all the details about the pills, her companions, the... afternoon?  Night?  How long had it been?  Okay... Gavin said there was a chance of it still wearing off.  A chance.  Not something she should wager on and, from the sound of it, not something Gavin wanted to wager on either.  So... could she break the enchantment?  How the hells could she do that?  She tried to think of the most un-tankardy thoughts she could.  Of reading a book.  Of tapping magic.  Of feeling the sun on her green hair... She tried to move, to fidget, to flex muscles she hadn't in gods know how many hours.  What had happened to her clothes?  She didn't drop her focus, so was it with her?  Part of herself as a tankard?  She tried to cast a spell.  She knew a defensive cantrip, it should be notiacble.  She tried to reach for the magic, to touch the font of fae power.  To do anything.

GM: but in the end under the effect of the voluntarily taken alchemical compound... She was able to tap all of the powers of a tankard.. resting with her fellows.. ready for the round of drinking eager to feel the lips upon her.

Naethra the tankard: Okay... moving didn't work.  Casting didn't work.  Screaming didn't work.  The good thing, she supposed, was that without a heart her panic was much less visceral.  She tried to go over her options.  The first one was, well, be a tankard.  It... probably wasn't the worst think that could have happened to her here.  It certainly felt nice, at times... well, most of the time.  And she wouldn't have to actually do anything because, of course, she'd be a tankard.  Maybe Gavin would eventually realize that she had one more in her stock than she should, but she wouldn't know which one, and it'd be too late by then.  Her second option was to just hope.  Hope that either the serum corrected itself and she turned back, or that that happened to one of the others.  It.... was practically a lot like giving up, just without the willful abandonment of being a person.

[Alice]

<<The Rag and Panties>>

The bar maid is run about for her entire day.. She cleans everything from the side of the new keg, to the tables, to even washing a few tankards, all with the pink cloth she carried in from the back room. The one that seems to make everything just a little easier.

Her hips sway as she endures many a pinch and slap from the unruly goblins working up quite a sweat and flushing as something gets her just the tiniest bit aroused.

At the end of her day she drops the cleaning rag into the wash bucket next to the counter after cleaning up the last of the tankards. She goes to the back looking around in the corners..

"Gav.. what are we gonna do if we can't find them?"

The big bar matron stands up and shakes her head, "I guess hope they are ok as .. what ever they are right now.."

<<It's now growing rapidly dark.. sadly everyone has lost track of time.. it's been hours.. but how many?>>

[Roselli]

Gwyn can't seem to tell how long time has passed. She just knows it's been too long since someone took a drink from her. The wait was making her tense. The fading Gwyn concerned that she would go undiscovered and trapped here for ever like this. But the more pressing thought was fear of not being used. The anticpaction and waiting was becoming too much.

[Ryuforce]

The rag has been working all day. Her head spinning, her body feeling sensations she isn't use to. It made her think once again back to when she was still male, still at the temple, and still cleaning. Sure it wasn't every day work of course. A lot of work, but not every day. But now that she's being used, now that it feels so good to scrub off every bit of ale, dirt, and food to hit any part of the tables, kegs, glasses, windows, whatever... it just made her wonder. Did those rags feel this? Does objects normally feel this sense of accomplishment? In a way it's humbling. Duran always dreamed big, but the objects around her dreamed small.

Course this was only brief thinking as the world almost always kept going so darn dizzy. All that ale being soaked up quite stuck. She felt off, to say the least and it made the pleasurable nearly orgasmic wringing felt even more amazing when she couldn't think of anything else. It was getting so hard to remind herself she's a paladin and not always a rag. Maybe it's the illusion of grandeur that keeps her from fully slipping into this row. Not that she had a choice as she did her job good and felt so very good at doing so.

The day was ending and by the sound of what seems to be Gavin, it's now safe to go get them. However a sense of dread feels the air when she realized Gavin assumed they hid in the back and now don't know where they are. Duran slightly panics, her head still dizzy, spinning as she tries to get a grasp of where she was. Dirty, wet, hanging on a bucket. She didn't even know she was pink. To make it all the more worse, they make it sound this could be permanent if they aren't found. The palarag tries to stay calm. Not wanting to panic as there is still time, even as it gets darker. Maybe if she focuses enough she could do something to get their attention... Maybe try to focus on radiant thoughts or being brave or...

...Then she started to laugh. A laugh likely not heard by anyone as something hilarious hits her train of thought and crashes her focus apart. She couldn't stop laughing, it was too funny in her head what is making her giggle. It's likely not noticeable, not picked up-able in anyway unless the rag can move on her own. It's just too damn funny to her though.

[Alice]

<<the rest of Layla's day>>

DM: You arrive at the inn.. Gavin the inn keeper and her bar maids are running around oddly looking under things in a panic she stands up, "Umm.. hey.. are you new? Sorry I don't have much time at the moment.. I need to track down a half dozen objects that I'm not sure what they are.."

Layla: I tilt my head. That sounds familiar "umm... That sounds familiar... For like the adventures you were sheltering?" How did I know that?

DM: She looks at you eyes wide, "how did you know that? We need to find them and apply the counter agent. Or they might all be stuck.. What else can you tell me about them?"

Layla: "uhh..." I shake my head "I have no idea... I just... Earlier today, I was in the back to-do" I point "and realized I shouldn't be, I should have been helping with the orchard instead of just watching the other girls through the window, so I did..." I clear my throat and quickly add "that's what I've been doing ever since"

DM: Gavin walks over and holds her by the should, "No.. this.. is a disguise.. Your one of them.. try to remember!"

Layla: I shrink away from her, more than a little intimidated.

The voice in the back of my head is shouting 'that's what I've been trying to TELL you!' but that seems unhelpful and a little rude. "I uh... I'm a wizard?" I... Well, it's clearly a question not a statement.

DM: SHe smiles, "Good.. good.. and the cleric.. and the bard.. the plant girl.. the dragonborne.. the tiefling.... where.. and what are they?"

Layla: I point over my shoulder "I was outside... But there was a chair, and a cleaning rag, and some underwear...umm... A keg of ale? No, an ale mug.

 Or was it both?"

DM: She gasps and starts to run around grabbing things touching them to herself.. licking them in some cases.. "You stick around.." She gets out a small bottle and makes ready to use it..

[Alice]

Gavin looks down at the pile of objects.. and the woman who seemed like a bit of a dim bulb.. maybe the way she seemed.. rather obsessed with the way her rear and chest moved. Still she dripped a bit of the counter agent onto the pair of panties that grew out panting and moaning as the pleasures of her time as an object caught up with her Teifling mind.

The dirty rag is dripped onto next growing almost explosively into the plump Dragonborne her head spinning from the booze and the sensations.. She would never use wrung out to mean feeling bad again.

The Tankard is next drip drip and and suddenly a plant kin grows were the drinking vessel used to be.. All of her body's functions kicking in from all of the feelings she had undergone..She would never look at a pair of lips the same way again.

The chair is next growing and expanding out..her body seeming to have become cloth and stuffing.. a plush doll of a dwarf.. before her eyes blink open and her body returns to normal.. with pointed green ears..

The Keg is dripped onto.. her body contracting narrowing softening.. but.. it still contains all that beer.. as her breasts expand outward to truely crazy proportions each containing at least two gallons of the wonderful ale.

Lastly.. Gavin lets Layla drink some of the formula.. Her body shivers.. but does not change..Layla is stuffed into teh background where Lucious dwelled and Lucioius's mind now controls the body. Gavin blinks, "Please tell me you didn't consume any magically or alchemically active substances that altered your body..." Lucious can only look down at her Nectar enhanced breasts..

[Ryuforce]

Duran comes back and while someone may expect her to be sore, or groaning or for that matter moaning like a slut after how good it all felt. No. She was laughing, laughing hard and banging a hand on the floor that she's laying on. "Bwhahahahaha that stupid Gnoll hehehaha had me right in her claws. Coulda figured me out or ripped me up, or anything but couldn't even hehahahah see what was right in front of her! What an idiot!" The usually reserve though slightly temperamental thing was just laughing at this statement with a stupid wide grin. Next her head turns to Gavin. "You shoulda told me this is what... this pill did hehe... would just made myself shoes then." She giggles again at the thought, her cheeks blushing a bit redder.

[Ordos]

Naethra howled.  She moaned and screamed and vocalized all the pent up sensations from her time as a tankard.  She feels herself coming, her hips thrusting against nothing as she orgasms, profoundly delighted for all her sensations to have real, solid, physical release. 

Slowly, her leggings drenched in nectar, she puts a nail-less hand on the floor to prop herself up.  She feels rested but exhausted.  Glorious but also filthy.  Just, terribly frazzled.  Being innanimte... she'd remember that for the rest of her days, although she wasn't entirely certain she'd want to. 

It was close.  She knew that.  This woman had hid them the best she could, in good faith, and the ploy worked, but it nearly didn't.  Even through her ogasmic afterglow she shuddered, thinking to her last thoughts as a tankard, what she was considering, and wondering if that would have worked.  She was deeply happy not to find out. 

She looked over the party... Gwen's breasts seemed tremendous, and the wizard... oh.  "Well, that happened faster than I expected," she said, giggling despite herself as Lucuious' new body. 

[darlingng01]

I let out a deep, low moan as I'm restored. My body re-experiencing each sensation from the day as a chair. I find myself with the slightest longing for what I once was. But no, I'm a person. My senses return to me and I'm happy for them. It was a good day and I feel like I've learned a lot about... being a chair? Or at least tending to plump asses.

[Nihtgenga]

Panties didn't notice the passage of time. Day, night, it was all meaningless to it. Just the wonderful sensation of being worn was all that mattered to it, happily hugging its wearer's wonderful ass. It felt many a blow on the barmaid's rump as she worked, and did all it could to make her feel better, absorbing her sweat to keep her comfortable and squeezing and rubbing her just the right way. It could feel she was getting aroused, her moist sex pressed snugly against its fabric. By the end of the day Panties was a well used garment indeed, damp with sweat and vaginal juices.

It was both incredibly, near-orgasmically happy to have been of use, and saddened that it was no longer to be used when thge bar wench finally pulled it down, kicked it off and placed it aside. Then something was poured onto it. Was it being cleaned, ready to be used again?

No. That wasn't it. It could feel itself changing. Filling in! No, it couldn't be worn if it had no holes for Wearer to put her legs through! She couldn't bear the thought of not being used! She had t- wait, she? Panties wasn't a she, was she? And why was she growing arms? Legs? A head, a face? Panties moaned, her still-forming hand going instinctively between her legs to rub against a spot of fabric that felt so good! Pantiaria cried out in orgasm after orgasm as all the pleasure that had built up during her time as an object was released. As her fabric finally returned to its true state as skin, Retiaria finally sat up, panting and gasping. "Holy hells, what the shite was that?"

[Alice]

Gavin simply nods at the various thundering orgasms going off. "Sorry their wasn't time to warn you." She hands each of you a tankard of clean water, "You see.. Those alchemical disguises.. They only work when the uses voluntarily takes them then thinks of their disguise. It then disguises them body and mind.. maybe even spirit so that they can't be detected useing any means even mind reading. Well unless the minds invovled are too strong then some of those thoughts can leak out.."

She grins hearing Duran's comment about shoes, "I have more if you want to give it another go around, my girls always need comfortable foot wear."

She then looks you all over, "We have beds for you.. The goblins are sluggish have eaten and drank all.. well you were there for it..  Anyway.. You can sleep here and move on if you want."