D&D - Barbarian buffing

"Ok, so just to be clear one last time, we all understand the plan and are ready?"  The adventuring party gave varying levels of confirmation, from eager readiness to begrudging acceptance, to show the barbarian they understood the plan.  "O-ok, I guess that means it's go time."

The half orc barbarian stood up to her new ~100ft height, looking down at her teammates.  The party never expected that their quest to appease the higher powers of the locals would come to this.  Sure, it would be hard to fight some 80 foot behemoth of a monster, and the party had never fought anything even close to that before, but to put all their buffs and energy into one party member?  It seemed like a far fetched plan, but if everyone was willing to go along with it, she supposed she might as well play her part.  In all honesty the half-orc was quite embarrassed normally standing at a paltry 5' 6" of height, which was rather short for a barbarian and for someone in her party.  She gritted her teeth and started putting the plan into motion.

She put her hand on the ground for the first two party members to get on.  In order for the plan to work (and to maintain her size), the party would have to be giving her constant buffing, which meant she would have to keep them on her person, close to her.  With the party half-elf sorceress and tiefling warlock in hand, she raised them up to her waist level.  She began by putting the sorceress in back, with her slightly squirming during the process.  She was the least in favor of the plan, and understandably considering she would be doing the least while being in the worst place.  "I-I'm starting to rethink this plan, guys, maybe we could just all take the beast head on, or sneak around it or something?"  Her protests got more muffled as she was shoved gently between two green cheeks.  It wasn't actually too difficult to slide her in, because of the soft surface and the bit of sweat in the area.  After she was put in, the warlock began to be lowered into the front.  As he was slid in the front going past the forest of hairs tickling him, he thought that if he hadn't already known of higher powers like the one he pledged himself to, he would firmly believe in them after this experience.  From the other side, the warlock could hear the muffled sorceress saying "Wait, I just thought of a better plan!" before the barbarian (unable to hear her) hoisted up her underwear, firmly keeping them from falling.  Now the magic users would be close enough to channel magics to keep her at her height.

The barbarian, now red in the face from the struggles she was feeling from people squirming against her private areas, lowered her hand down to pick up the halfling bard.  After raising him up to her thigh, she stretched out the thigh band she borrowed from the sorcerer (which was previously holding a dagger) to place the hafling in.  Making sure his arms were free so he could hold the instrument he played, she removed her hands to make sure he was properly held in place.  The halfling was scared at first, hugging the leg he was strapped to for fear of falling, but eventually pulled himself away from the compliant thigh. After getting over some brief fears of looking down, the halfling shuffled himself more firmly in place against the thigh, ready to go.  Now the party would have a consistent way of getting her bardic inspiration while also debuffing the enemy she would be fighting.  The plan had almost fully come together.

Finally, she lowered her hand one last time to let the human paladin on.  This was particularly embarrassing since the half orc, unbeknownst to the paladin, had strong feelings for him.  Always giving a kind word and making sure she was ok before and after battles, she looked forward to the times when he would lay hands on her to heal her.  Now though, she was getting to be uncomfortably, intimately close with the paladin to do exactly that and more.  Arguably one of the most integral parts to the plan, the paladin would be providing heals, buffing, and increasing her resistance to numerous effects the monster might pull.  And to do all this effectively, it would be decided he would be placed close to her heart.  He looked up to her, trust and hope in his eyes, as he said "You're very brave for doing all this.  I know that I haven't misplaced my hope in you seeing us through this.  You'll do great."  The barbarian was at a loss for words, even now shaking at her knees (much to the halfling's discomfort) talking to this man.  "Yeah, I'm sure I'll do good, but it's only because I have such a great team behind me.  A-and I, I. . . " she looked at the paladin, uncertain if she should continue.  Finding her resolve, she went on to say "I hope that after this is done, maybe you and I could hang out or something."  Feeling very bold, she brought the paladin up to her lips for a kiss that covered his entire head and then some.  Still dazed from the kiss, the paladin then felt himself being lowered and placed between her bra and her left breast, with his crotch at level with her nipple.

Ready to advance, she entered the lair of the beast, ready to fight.  Wielding her magical greataxe (which thankfully scaled up due to being a magical weapon), she rushed at the monster, a beast of flesh, stone, and tendrils, attacking with reckless abandon.  Though she started off strong against the beast, giving damage much more than she was dealing it, the prolonged fight wore her down.  She began doing signals to the party whenever things got dicey.  If she felt like her size was starting to waver, she would clench her cheeks, making sure that the sorceress was staying on top of giving the warlock a constant magic supply to maintain her size.  Whenever she used up bardic inspiration, she would slap her thighs together, the sensation of being pressed between two fleshy pillars being enough indication to let the halfling know to buff her again.  Finally, when she was feeling damaged, she would rub the paladin pressed against her into her nipple, to let her know to channel some healing energy into her.  She found herself enjoying the rubbing of the paladin against her nipple the most, which was fortunate as she had to do that the most out of all the activities by far.  She could swear she felt some poking sensation into her nipple, and though she might have imagined it she could have sworn she felt some moistness that didn't come from her after one of the times she indicated she needed some healing.  She passed it off as being mistaken though, as sweat was starting to accumulate in every area a comrade was placed, the droplets flowing over her teammates, wetting their clothing and making their locations all the more humid.  Finally, after a last devastating strike, she felled the beast, and saw it topple to the ground in anguish.

As the half orc hunched over a bit (momentarily forgetting the amount of pressure she was putting on the paladin up front), a vision of a deity of some sort appeared before her.  Caught by surprise, she exclaimed something in orcish, which indicated to the being before her what language to communicate with her in.  "My, what a clever and unusual tactic.  For beating this trial and to aid you in your quest you adventurers shall be rewarded!  For your party, I bestow upon you this gift:  the ability to transform your barbarian to these sizes whenever you want, without the teammates having to be placed on her body at all times.  This should free you all up quite a bit to be extremely effective in battle.  Here's hoping to see you adventurers beating more challenges in the future!"  The deity began to fade, until there was no trace of it.  The barbarian heard the bard calling out to her from below. "Hey, what'd that guy say?"  That makes sense that he wouldn't be able to hear, considering his position and that he can't speak orcish.  "Oh, uh, he was saying that we wouldn't all need to be together like this in order to make me this size in the future to beat enemies. . . though it may be strategically advantageous to have some of the party placed on me."  She looked down at her chest groping her breast with the human, pressing him against her soft half orc skin.  The barbarian began to think that, maybe, this form might have some non-combat utilities as well, as she felt a familiar prodding feeling coming from the paladin at her nipple.