D&D - Sorceress shenanigans

"Aha, I knew it would work!"  The half-elf sorceress stood triumphantly, feeling her big achievement to be a huge success.  Ironic that she felt that way, since the literal size of her achievement was quite small.  "Great, so now what?"  Her tiefling teammate responded to her triumphant statement with less enthusiasm than her.  It could was for a number of reasons.  Firstly because this test was merely to appease the sorceresses curiosity, as though the monster she had the idea to use it on had already been defeated.  Secondly because he was sure that she just wanted to be able to say she was right in that she didn't need to be stuffed between the cheeks of her orc teammate.  Perhaps most of all, though, he was unenthusiastic because he was the one she had decided to test her shrinking magics out on.  He stood no more than a few inches high, listening to the sorceress go on about how she knew if magic could be channeled into someone to make them larger that the reverse should also be true.  It wasn't that he wasn't happy for his teammate, as he certainly cared for her happiness, but there was just no point to it in his eyes.

The sorceress stopped explaining, seeing the glazed over look in the warlock's eyes, and felt that he could do with some convincing.  "All right, I can see that you're not won over.  Perhaps after a trip to town you'll be convinced."  The tiefling shrugged, not particularly caring one way or the other on the matter.  "Alright then, change me back and you can try to convince me there I guess."  A chuckle from the half-elf indicated he was mistaken in his assumption.  "Don't you see though, at your size it would be easier to carry you, and with very little effort on your part.  In fact, what's nice about how this works is that you just have to be on my person and my natural magical essence will keep the size altering magics in effect."  The smaller party member raised an eyebrow in response, somewhat impressed.  "Alright, I guess that's useful.  So will ya put me on your shoulder, or- WOAH!"  He'd been cut off mid sentence by a grab from the sorceress.  Not seeing the point in further discussing things, she began to part her breasts with her free hand as she stuffed her new passenger inside.  Satisfied with his position, she tightened her brassiere and set off into town.

From within his new cramped position, the warlock began to make some observations.  Though he was in want of space, he wasn't in great want of air, enough getting to his position, and he certainly didn't lack comfort.  The swaying and slapping of her breasts was certainly nothing to complain about, either.  Though it reminded him of a faulty dungeon trap the party faced, stone walls coming in to crush the party out of sync so it only ended up pushing them around a bit, he would say this easily beat that experience by a mile.  Above and unseen to him, the sorceress smiled at her slight misinformation she gave.  While it was true that keeping him on her person would continue the effects of the magic, he didn't have to be that close to her.  Being in her satchel or her hands, or even within a foot or two of her, would have easily maintained the spell.  Still, she thought as she squeezed her breasts together, this was certainly a nicer way to travel than that.

They soon arrived in town, the tiefling feeling a bit worn out despite having done none of the walking.  "Well," his teammate prompted, "how was the trip for you?"  He chuckled a bit, responding "Well it's certainly the breast way to travel."  His pun was met with a groan, followed by a tightening of her undergarments.  He was now held firmly between her breasts unable to move, in a position similar to a man mid sprint.  She actually did find the pun to be humorous, but she wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to press her teammate further into her.  Both of them were really starting to enjoy this, though neither was certain that was how the other felt.  The sorceress went about town, buying up various magical reagents she or other casters would need.  During her travels, she felt the heat of the day get to her, as she felt sweat begin to accumulate on her.  This was most relevant for the tiefling, who was starting to slide a bit from the effects of the sweat.  Though he himself could not exert much force to move about from his position, natural shifting and sliding eventually led him to be under one of the half-elf's breasts.  It was a very large force relative to him, with a weight as immovable and encompassing as it was soft and fragrant.  Though the most restrictive part of the journey so far, he couldn't find it in himself to dislike it, and his teammate couldn't find it in herself to remove him just yet.

As she'd gotten the last of her supplies and was about to head out of town, and move her friend to a more comfortable position, the half-elf was stopped by a man advertising some local hot baths.  With business being as slow as it was, she was offered a price she couldn't say no to, especially considering it would actually be a 2 for 1 deal.  The warlock was unaware of what was going on, outside sounds relatively muffled from his current position, as he wondered what was happening.  In a few moments he was taken out, and found his answer in seeing some nearby hot baths available to use.  The blush on his face only increased when he turned back to his teammate smiling at him.  "I figured you wouldn't mind the slight detour, considering it's been a while since any of us could relax like this."  This does give him pause, as he realizes it really has been far too long since the party could relax like this.  "That. . . actually does sound nice."  "Great!"  She set him down, and began to disrobe.  As she removed her cloak, robes, and underwear, the warlock could only look on with a look on his face somewhere between surprise at getting caught taking from a cookie jar and boyish joy at being told a classmate liked him.  When she finished, she looked with a smirk at her teammate.  "Planning on removing your clothes, or do I have to remove yours too?"  He crossed his arms.  "Heh, you should leave that to me, I doubt you'd have the dexterity to remove these clothes with your big ol' fingers."  She made a mental note to attempt that at some point in the future, but did nothing for now as she let him disrobe.  Once that was done, she picked him up and walked over to the baths, lowering herself and her teammate in the water as she let her tensions melt away.

They both take a few moments just enjoying the tranquility and the sensation of the bathwater, as well as each others company.  The half-elf was resting back against the bath edge as the tiefling was floating around on his back in the water.  Soon, though, the currents ended up drifting him right back into one of the breasts of his teammate.  She felt the bump, and looked down with a slight grin at him.  "Oh, I'd thought you'd gotten enough of these from earlier."  The warlock adjusted himself so he could look up at her.  "Hey, not like you can get too much of a good thing, right?  Since I have your attention, though, think you could pass me some of the soaps they got?  Feel like I could use a good scrubbing."  She nodded in response, grabbing a bottle containing some liquid soap in it, when she had an idea.  "I don't suppose you'd mind terribly if I were to help clean you?  Since you've been an awfully good sport about all this."  He felt some of his blush return, but nevertheless replied confidently "Sure, I've definitely got some hard to reach places that could use a helping hand."  With his affirmation, she poured some of the liquid on him, and started to lather him up.  She used her fingers to carefully scrub all over his body, getting his head, chest, back and legs with ease.  Soon, though, she started to use her fingers to work at his crotch.  He was already hard from the events of the day, and this was some much sought after relief he needed.  Eventually he climaxed on her finger, as he slouched a bit, exhausted from the cleaning.  The half-elf dipped her hand into the water, washing off the cum into the bathwater below.  The warlock looked up at her, gratitude on his face.  "Thanks for that. . . I wish there was a way I could repay you in turn."  The sorceress's grin began to get wider, an idea coming to her.

She reached over to grab more of the soap, and began to pour some more onto his body.  "Perhaps there is a way you could help with that."  The warlock's confusion didn't last long as she began to rub his body along her own, as she cleaned her arms using him as a loofah of sorts.  His slightly rougher skin felt great rubbing against her own, as she brought him up to clean her own face quickly.  After she'd finished that area, she gave him a quick peck before returning him to her boobs, this time to clean them.  Being rubbed across her pliant plains led to the smaller party member getting very hard again, as the half-elf playfully began to rub the improvised soap bar against the front of her chest.  She was sure to make sure his crotch was around the same area as her nipples, being sure to rub him against each one for some time before moving on.  Hoisting herself out of the bathwater, she sat on the edge as she rubbed the tiefling along her legs.  After maneuvering him between her thighs after some cleaning, she clamped them together, the deceptively yielding flesh not letting him move an inch.  This must have been what the bard on his team felt like when on the orc during their earlier fight. . . not a bad sensation, if he had to be honest.  Soon, he was moved to her rear, his body rubbed all over her cheeks, as well as between them.  During one of his passes between her cheeks, he felt the walls around him compress him firmly, as the sorceress clenched her cheeks.  He supposed this was her putting someone else through what she experienced, if only so she wasn't alone in going through it, but again he found himself enjoying this new sensation.  Once her backside had been adequately cleaned, he was brought to her womanhood, moist from more than just the water from the baths.  With a gulp, he was brought toward the lower lips, rubbed against them sensually as the half-elf moaned.  Deciding to be proactive, the warlock began to rub his arms against her lower lips, even giving small kisses and licks to her clitoris whenever he was near it.  With their combined efforts, it wasn't long before the sorceress finally came, coating the warlock in her fluids.  She blushed seeing this,  and said "I suppose I should give you another quick cleaning, then."

After a quick yet thorough washing, the warlock was clean again, and the two rose up, having had their fill of relaxation for the day.  As the half-elf carried the tiefling over to their clothes, they notice something odd right away.  "My clothes. . ."  The tiefling realized that, since his clothes hadn't been near the half-elf, they didn't receive any of her magical influence, and returned to normal size.  The half-elf hadn't accounted for this either, and wasn't quite sure if her same method would work as well on non-living things.  She soon realized that something like this wouldn't be an issue, as she put his clothes into her satchel, and began putting on her own.  The warlock looked on, confused.  "Erm. . . what about my clothes?"  Nonchalantly getting dressed, the sorceress replied "Hmm, yes?  What about them?"  "I, uh. . . I'm not wearing them."  She laughs a bit at this.  "Hmmm, you do appear to be correct.  Is that an issue, though?"  She soon finished changing, and brought the tiefling up to her breasts.  He couldn't help but grin from ear to ear at this point.  "No, I suppose it isn't.  I must admit, I believe you were right about this magic being an astounding achievement."  "Mmhmm.  I knew you'd come around to see it my way."  With that, she pulled back her bra and lowered him inside, again putting his crotch level with her hardened nipple.  Once in place, she let go of her bra, the fabric slapping him against her chest, holding him quite firmly in place.  She liked the outline he had on her clothing, the way his arms, legs, and tail were positioned making it look like a star on her chest.  As she absentmindedly rubbed him against herself, she thought out loud "It's such a nice day out, I think I may take the long way back to camp.  What do you think?"  She felt some minor squeezing and what felt like humping against her, which she took as the go ahead as she started her walk back.  She grabbed a handful of her breast with the tiefling against it and gave it a gentle squeeze, thanking the stars above that she had chosen the adventuring life.