The night after Lauren’s practice session with her friends, Lauren and Nadalia were huddled underneath Lauren’s cloak, bare asides, in a secluded area from the rest of Lauren’s friends. Lauren was on top of Nadalia, her larger chest pressing into Nadalia’s substantial chest. They were sharing body heat and a kiss. Lauren had separated themselves from the main resting spot for Lauren to “practice” with Nadalia, and break the knight’s preservations. Lau

 Over the next two weeks and three days, the travelers went about to four more bandit camps in their search for The Bear. Their attacks usually began with Strea sneaking into the camp, but when inapplicable, they would mount an extremely aggressive assault. Valentina would participate from range mostly, but on occasion, she would join in on the up-close fighting, testing out her control over her Demonic body on unsuspecting bandits. Lauren would either spot for Valentina when needed or use

 Upon a tall knoll, the seven travelers studied the camp from afar. Two mornings after Lauren’s night of group merriment (and one awkward yet persuasive explanation about Lauren’s presence in Foa’s womb), the travelers had found the camp isolated in the cold wilderness. Strea’s directions had led them true, though she claimed that she never knew the exact placement of the bandit hideaways in the Northern Counties, having expected it to take a longer time for them to

 On the third morning after their subtle meeting of importance in Grecinma’s graveyard, the travelers convened outside of Hanno’s inn for one last breakfast, of honeyed porridge, twice-baked bread and a thick bean soup. Extra supplies had been gathered. Melody had donned her original outfit, bracers and all. Jacobs departed early, heading for the Throatway to return to Lauren’s farm to gather the first of the new willing recruits for the new Dissolvers. After breakfast, th

 When night fell into its deepest darks, a regrown Lauren, Nadalia and Ash entered Grecinma’s graveyard, unusually guarded by two torch-bearing Guard-Knights. The three women moved through the extra silent graveyard, until they spotted a long oval table situated a clear space surrounded by just enough torches to see by. The rest of Lauren’s friends were already sitting at the table, including High Priestess Giselle and Head Commander Phamen, returned to her usual outfit of maill

 Rita let Lauren and Nadalia out of her stomach some four hours later, near to Nadalia’s home. She returned Lauren’s cape and set off down the road with that paunch in her lower abdomen, the reminder of her love for Strea. Nadalia opened her door, and both stepped inside. Strangely, the found neither of the duplicates: A puddle of pinkish liquid on the floor instead. “That is disturbing,” Nadalia said, Lauren agreeing with her. “And a waste of money,” Lauren sa

 Lauren had pushed her fellow travelers hard to reach Grecinma. Although she had wanted to reach the city’s walls by the evening of the day they had started, a series of complaints, whines, grumbles and mutterings convinced her begrudgingly to stop and make camp for the night off the side of the Throatway not long after passing onto it from the Hinry road. Out of the other seven travelers, Ash was the only one to make no irritating insistence about resting. Lauren hardly slept that ni

The biggest concession Lauren was willing to make was that her travelling partners had removed her clothes and gear before Ash had stuffed Lauren down her shaft. And she had overheard through the sexual layers that Ash would regrow them individual, so she appreciated that effort as well. However, as a thinking puddle of cum, Lauren was miffed at her current state and the lecherous events that lead to it. Lauren had hoped that shrinking potion would have worn off while she was semen and grown her

The farmer, the president, the privateer, the bandit seeker and the two Half-Dragons trudged along towards Meersyn. None of them were particularly happy about the situation, but they had decided to go anyways. Since Lauren and her friends had last visited Meersyn, the mire and the rot which surrounded village, spreading throughout the local region, had began to diminish, the fogs lifted and the sludge and decay flecked with the greenery of retaking life. Aural atmosphere of local fauna was retur

 Upon waking, Lauren found herself staring into auburn cheeks, face pressed on by a firm softness. Lauren heard snoring from above. Of fucking course, Lauren thought. Lauren reached out to where she thought Strea’s thighs should be, grabbed them and shoved tossed Strea off of her face and the bed. Lauren sat up, and Strea thrashed awake with a shout. Although the inn’s rooms were near-identical, Lauren knew that she was in the one given to her by the fact that her gear

 Lauren and her present friends left Friwulfinnea the following morning. Valentina had won the bed after two rounds of coin-flipping, and she had not opted to share it with anyone else. Lauren had balled up her cloak to use as a pillow whilst sleeping upright against the wall. Theresah had fallen asleep facedown, and Strea had fallen asleep resting her head upon Theresah’s quite substantial derriere. Lauren had fallen asleep missing the touch of Nadalia. They took the short road

 Theresah’s hand went to her chest in a panic. She squeezed her breasts, and Lauren could admit that the feeling of hands molding her form, her mass spilling out between the gaps of fingers felt rather enjoyable. However, she was too distracted by the unexpected situation to focus on the sensation for long. “Hands off!” Valentina said when Theresah squeezed her left breast. Theresah let go of her chest in a flash. “What have I done?” Theresah shouted, almost screamin

 After a short, meaningless conversation at the table, Lauren and Nadalia stood to go find their friends. Yet, before Lauren unlocked the door, a knocking resounded through the door right in front of their faces. Lauren was startled, being closest to the door, and she had to stop herself from ripping the lock off the door. Nadalia giggled, and Lauren composed herself. Lauren unlocked the door as a second knock came, and she opened the door. With fist raised as if going for a third knock, Gu

 Over the next three weeks, Lauren and her friends resided at her farm. Franklin refined his gardening magic, and the former bandits toiled away in the field. Lauren spent time working in her field alongside Franklin and the displaced outlaws. As time went on, the patch slowly began filling up with vines and pumpkins. Each new vine, leaf, and pumpkin gave Lauren new joy. Her friends occasionally did their best to help, but most often, they would watch from the grass as Lauren worked; Rita h

 In the morning, Lauren let Nadalia out of her breast, and subsequently, she gave her knight a drink from the breast opposite of the one she had stayed the night. Both women redressed, but they left their more combative equipment in Lauren’s bedroom. Lauren left her cloak off as well. Nadalia kept her chain coif down. As a real breakfast, Lauren and Nadalia shared a jar of pumpkin jam at her table, moving the books to the side. When they finished, Lauren took that jar and the other em

 Before they were out of sight of the potion shop, Cammia exited her store, banging the door open. She held her pregnant core. Lauren and her present company turned around, Lauren with a cocked head. “Hey, forgot to mention,” Cammia called out. “Those shrinking potions – they’re not permanent. They last like fifteen to twenty minutes at most. In case you wanted them for offensive purposes.” “You really came out here to tell us that?” Lauren said. “We woul

 After hours of discussion, the travelers realized that most of the guests were no longer in the area, so they commandeered the inn for themselves. They took a stack of unleavened bread and salted perch to snack upon for another three hours of discussion, after which they divided up the rooms and went their separate ways for the night. Lauren and Nadalia, of course, took one room for the both of them. After getting their gear settled, Lauren and Nadalia began to strip. Lauren got to nudity

 Franklin got within a proper conversational distance of the seven travelers. He bent over, placing his hands on his knees and wheezing, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He wore the same clothes they had last seen him in, albeit much cleaner. He straightened himself up as the travelers looked upon him with shock, intrigue, concern and annoyance. Lauren herself felt a mix of all four emotions. Her lip made a curl fit for the combination of feelings. “What in the fuck are you doing h

 “So, that’s what he looks like, apparently,” Lauren said, sipping from her mug of ale. After leaving the prestigious graveyard, Lauren and company had to the Leaky Crack. Wanting to have all her friends in on the discussion, Lauren had gone inside to ask Hanno if they could bring a table and chairs outside. Without hesitation, the innkeeper had started moving furniture for them. Nadalia and Lauren had helped him finish the task, and the six of them that could sit in the chai

 Lauren and Nadalia plodded through the wetted streets of Grecinma with hoods up, splashing through puddles with their boots. Although, Nadalia’s chain coif did little to keep her dry from the downpour. Despite the gloom and obscurant rain, the Overchurch remained a city-wide perceivable. The farmer and the knight were thoroughly sodden by the time the reached the grounds of the Overchurch. Instead of entering the remarkable temple itself, Nadalia led Lauren around the structure. Behi

 Lauren woke in the morning with a big yawn. Her eyes fell upon her distended core, holding her beloved Nadalia. Lauren smiled with love and happiness. She glimpsed the subtle rise and fall of Nadalia’s chest through the layers between them. Lauren could feel the soft breaths upon her womb walls, and she knew that Nadalia had not yet woken. Gently, Lauren released her lover onto the bed, watching her belly flatten. Lauren massaged her own left breast and grabbed Nadalia by her shoulde

 Birds tweeted, and wind rustled through tree canopies and shrubbery. Lauren and company were in the Core Realm once more. They were on a road surrounded on all sides by a forest, covered in snow. Valentina was the last of them to step through the bridging gate between two realms, and seconds after her arrival, the gate vanished. The eight travelers took stock of themselves and their surroundings. “It is good to be back,” Rita said, stretching with her arms to the sky. “Smel