BE PARTY

i was thinking about the BE scenario we talked about a couple of weeks ago where archer and general mato were on a mission and there are some interesting side effects involving a healing potion.

like, maybe they had finished a battle recently and while it had been easy, shinji had taken a couple of poison debuffs that were wearing him down. leaning against a tree, he fumbles through his bag with something of a dazed look about him. he pops the cork on a tiny bottle and knocks it back in one go. “you need one?” he asks, blinking and glancing to archer, who was looking over kanshou and bakuya for any potential scratches, shakes his head. he hadn’t taken any serious damage, and while this sort of thing was all procedure he couldn’t help but keep a watchful eye on shinji, too.

the next village over had an inn, but more importantly it had a pub. earlier that morning shinji had gone on and on about wanting nothing more than to indulge in some beer; mead and whatever unhealthy fare that he could get from their kitchens. it was rare they could go to sleep warm, drunk and full. he didn’t want to waste the opportunity.

in his mind he was still looking forward to it, despite feeling as if he was two steps off to the left of things. his tongue felt dry enough to keep him from trying to goad archer into some kind of mutual excitement, which resulted in some low, frustrated noises. knowing how stubborn shinji could be, archer chose not to turn to fuss over him just yet; he wanted to give the healing potion a little more time to work. poison status effects were always troublesome to deal with even if they rarely resulted in any real serious damage.

it isn’t until the rhythm of boots crunching leaves behind him wavers and comes to a complete stop. archer finds shinji swaying a bit before holding himself steady against a tree and starting to pant. hard. sweat matted his hairline in what had been a matter of minutes, at most. he trembles as his hand fumbles to his own chest and taps against the fabric of his coat with an open palm, eyes blown wide in confusion. “hey,” his voice croaks with some sort of morbid amusement. “s-something feels wrong...”

to be that vague in an emergency didn’t really suit general mato all that much. archer quickly turns to walk back toward him and watches as he rakes his nails roughly against his coat again, not flinching as his finger pads rip across buttons and embroidery. he does this a few times more before there’s a noticeable. lump in the front of his coat, over his chest. it’s obviously straining at the fabric in a way that makes shinji’s pupils shrink into nothing and gasp as if he’s being smothered. he’s panicking too much to muster the dexterity to unbutton his double breasted coat. archer moves in, feeling the heat radiating from shinji’s body as he gasps for air. all the while the coat bulges outward as if it’s pushing back and archer struggles to unbutton it as quickly as he would have liked. any time he jerked the fabric closer to free a button, shinji answered with a pained wheeze or a quiet “help”. obviously this was causing pain on top of distress. with the top of the coat unbuttoned enough, archer is met with the sensation of soft flesh pressed against his hands. they sink in just enough before archer realizes the stretched fabric of shinji’s button down shirt is also about to burst.

archer, you see, by this point, is a little awestruck himself. he watches as the gap between the fabric and buttons widen until they pop off in succession and the surge of what are now very obviously an exceptionally large pair of breasts pushes through the opening of the top half of shinji’s coat and hang heavy on his otherwise lithe frame. legs wobbling as he’s overcome with shock, shinji’s knees buckle. his chest shakes almost violently, leaving him to wince at the jolt of what felt like a thousand new sensations all at once. archer takes a knee in front of shinji, steadying him with strong hands on his shoulders. he quickly runs his hands down his sides and tips his head up by his chin to look shinji in the eyes. he looks... scared. confused. there’s still a distinct heat coming from his skin. chewing at his bottom lip as he decides to forgo an apology, archer gently lifts one of the breasts to acknowledge that they are, in fact, real. the gasping, panting and whining that wrench out of general mato’s throat answer any questions about sensitivity.

“does it hurt? are your hurt?”

it takes him a moment to think. he’s fighting to focus. “i don’t think... it. it feels weird. i can’t stand it. it’s too weird.” there’s a dark shade of red sinking into general mato’s pale face, leaving him flushed as well as panting. nervously biting at his bottom lip, he whimpers. archer continues his examination of sorts, leaving him to writhe as calloused fingers sink into soft, sensitive flesh. noticing that his chest is still looking restrained, archer unbuttons the bottom half of general mato’s coat and watches in awe as the breasts drop further still, instantly pulling shinji’s spine into an arc as they rest generously on his thighs. he gasps, like he can finally breathe in completely.

it goes without saying that archer carried general mato into town. his button-less shirt and open coat allowed him quite the show as his partner trembled in his arms. shinji was still a little feverish, whether from the shock itself or simply a physical reaction to the change in his body, he wasn’t exactly sure. every step, no matter how light sent the breasts wobbling against one another and against archer’s own chest. it left him in so much awe that he had to remind himself to look where he was walking.

just before the got into town archer helped shinji shrug off his coat to lay over the front of his body. he protested in a jumble of pitiful sounds and words, but both of them knew this discomfort would be much better than any questions they may have to answer otherwise. the room at the inn was booked with ease and archer gently eased general mato down onto the nicely made bed. his button down shirt sans buttons drapes pathetically from his shoulders and the both of them took in the complete sight of the absolutely huge tits hanging off of shinji. his shoulders continued to slump forward as he tried to take everything into his hands, struggling to contain everything without any spillage and twitching whenever one of his fingers brushed over a nipple. it was absolutely too much to handle. at least, for his hands. he looks down at himself, dejectedly.

“i made those potions myself...”
for as many mistakes general mato makes, he’s very serious about his work as a chemist. it makes archer want to comfort him, seeing this kind of vulnerability, but he isn’t quite sure of how volatile shinji is right now.

looking exhausted and if he is still trying to catch his breath, shinji cautiously lowers himself onto the mattress beneath him and attempts to maneuver his body in a way that would be the least bothersome. the way his chest pools beneath him as he lowers himself further isn’t something to be ignored, though shinji quickly decided that squishing himself that way wasn’t preferred at this time. there are a series of bodily configurations, none of which work and he ends up holding up his own chest once again, shivering from the stimulation with a dejected, yet vaguely aroused face.

“th-they still feel weird.”
“weird. like, sensitive?”

archer knew right away that was what he meant, but general mato’s reluctance to say it was a little cute. honestly, archer figured that general mato would probably get really into having a huge set of tits if he had purposely given them to himself.

“we can focus on fixing it in the morning.” archer assured him. it was already well after dark. “maybe it will just fade away.” potions and magic alike could be finicky like that. There was a considerable chance it was just temporary.

general mato grumbles in a way that is indescribably shinji and archer can’t help but stroke against his face with the back of his hand. there are a million things he could say to tease him, but he’s smart enough to know he should at least wait a while longer.

his chest shakes every time he draws in a breath, leaving him trembles as he exhaled and only wobbling more. it was mesmerizing. he couldn’t stop staring. general mato with his hair wild and plastered against his face; flushed cheeks, wet eyes and a plump, swollen bottom lip from mercilessly biting at it — he looked so, so cute.

were archer any less of a gentleman, he’d devour shinji right here.