Kerillian's Small Adventure

"Alright, screw this!" Kerillian exclaimed, "I haven't been on a mission with the others in ages, so I'm leaving. I'll go explore the Empire or stomp a rat man into muck or something, Certainly better sitting here in this keep twiddling my thumbs every day" Picking up her bow and sword, making sure she had everything "if the others come back and wonder where I went, just say I took a trip back to Athel Loren", as she left Taal's Horn Keep to head east.

-----------A few weeks later---------

"argh damn weather!, Its all nice and sunny when I'm not doing anything in the Reikland, and now its pouring down all the time as soon as I travel towards Sylvania!" She says, looking like a drowned rat "and there's barely any forest here for me to make camp, so I have to sit under a roadside tree and get shifty looks from trade caravans", Kerillian pulls out her map to get a sense of direction "Luckily I'm almost there, and from what I've gathered from people, this "Moot" area is pretty safe, provided you don't annoy the locals". Spotting a tree on the rise, Kerillian rushes towards it to at least take some shelter from the downpour. The hill the tree is on overlooks a small and...oddly downscaled village, with a forest clear in the distance behind it. "now, I'm just going to rest here and make a move in the morning" she says as she attempts to start climbing the tree, only to be interrupted by an "ahem" a few seconds later. "Can I help you with anything?" the little halfling asks "only we don't get many elves around here, you sure you don't want to take some rest inside the village? I own the local tavern you see, and old Esmerelda says we shouldn't refuse food or shelter to those who need it". "No catch?" Kerillian responds, jumping down from the tree. "No catch. now come, lets get you someplace dry as I'm sure being in the rain isn't good for elves, it certainly isn't for humans"

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"Mind your head" the halfling says opening up the door to his tavern, "Halfling buildings aren't exactly built for your stature, but we at least make the space inside accommodating for any eventual travellers or traders, have a seat by the fire over there to dry yourself out". Kerillian, taking his advice places herself on the floor next to the fire, given the halfling chairs are too small for her, "thank you" she says. "ahh the pleasures all mine, now once you've dried out come see me and i'll get you something to eat and a room for the night, now i've got to get my cooking on for these delinquents" looking towards some other halflings half asleep at a table "so find me in the kitchen"

After about an hour of drying herself off, Kerillian picked herself up and headed towards the kitchen, where she could smell all sorts of foods being prepped, from simple stews to pastries. "you said I should come see you when i'm dry?" she said as she entered the kitchen, "ah yes I did, now i'll have to make this quick as this special brew requires almost my full attention, I dont want it to boil over". reaching into his pocket the Halfling pulls out a key, giving it to Kerillian "this key is for a spare room upstairs, 3rd door on the left. make yourself at home for the night, oh and one more thing before you go", "which is?" Kerillian responded, "Could you try a piece of my stew, its got all things things inside it and I want to make sure it tastes good, otherwise that lot out there will throw a tantrum and i'll have to clean up", handing a spoonful of his stew towards Kerillian's face, that she drinks and chews at the meats inside it. "its errrrr, not *bad* but i'd definitely say you need to add more spices". "more spices, got it" the Halfling says, as Kerillian leaves the Kitchen and heads upstairs.


Kerillian ducks her head beneath the doorframe to enter the room she was given for the night, a small place with a single window outlooking towards the forest, and locks the door behind her. "Nice enough man that Halfling, But I think its about time I had a proper sleep" locking the door to the room and setting up what appears to be a makeshift bed. "one spoonful of that stuff and I already feel like I've eaten a proper meal!", laying down in her "bed", feeling bloated. unaware of the changes that were happening to her as she dozed off to sleep.


-----the next morning------

The rain had finally stopped overnight, and Kerillian woke up feeling groggy, "ugghhhh, I would've had a better nights sleep in that damn tree" she says getting up, going to bend down to grab her weapons "but at least in here it was warm and dr-" she stops herself mid sentence, noticing not only her armour being tight on her chest and legs, but what appears to be a belly poking out from under her green outfit. "oh no, did that damn Mayfly use TROLL MEAT??!?", panicking, Kerillian hastily grabbed her weapons and jumped out the window, landing with a large thud rather than with the grace usually associated with the wood elves, rushing towards the nearby forest. "oh crap, I can feel it affecting me" as her armour and clothing was getting tighter, "luckily the forest can hopefully resolve this issue before I damn well explode, but also hide me from the outside world, as long as those damn beastmen aren't infesting it", out of breath as she reaches the forests edge, Kerillian starts to slowly walk her way inwards to take shelter under the biggest tree she can find, and taking shelter on it after almost failing to climb up it given her newfound weight.

"now, this armour is giving me too much pain so it has to go" as she unties the straps keeping the pieces of bark on her, that proceed to fly off as the pressure is relieved, having her breasts bounce out and her thighs getting relieved. "but hey at least its not all bad, at least with THESE..." she says, grabbing her slowly expanding breasts, "....I can *urp* actually look a lot better, the gods never endowed me unlike the others", "now lets hope these gods hear me so this problem is resolved, I'm starting to look like a damn OGRE" as Kerillian notices her increasingly bloated form in a wet puddle atop the tree, noticing her jostling and shaking belly that was edging itself over the top of her trousers, "now gods, hear me....." as she began her ritual to appeal to them for one simple favour....

Drained from the ritual, Kerillian had fallen asleep and woke to see almost nothing but her breasts and belly in front of her, the damn thing had spilt over the top of her trousers and towards her knees, with the trousers starting to rip due to her thunder thighs and monster ass contained inside them, with her breasts almost spilling out of her top due to their size. "Did it work? I hope they damn well heeded my call to digest that damn thing as I would rather not get any bigger or eventually explode". Getting up as well as she could, Kerillian noted how her entire body was shaking with its newfound mass with her breasts (despite almost popping out of her green top) lying nicely on top of her large bloated belly. Her oversized belly reacted to not only movement, shaking and jostling, but also her fondling and grabbing the fat that had developed around her waist, having almost an erotic feeling when doing so "wellll....I can see i'm not getting any bigger so yes?, I suppose it was too much to ask them to return me to normal form though wasn't it?"

Tying on what she could of her armour and looking over the edge. "now, how am I going to get down from this tree? i'm too damn fat to descend and im pretty sure i'd break a branch on my way down. now I guess I am the Lumberfoot, i'm surely going to be moving slower than they are, and I'm going to need to find a way to not be mistaken for an Ogre...."