Dragon's Crown WG - Don't Touch The Staff

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It had been another fulfilling day of adventure, monster-slaying and treasure-hoarding, and now it was coming to its inevitable conclusion. As the milky-white sun began to gradually slink itself behind the distant hills, the three young ladies huddled around the campfire for both its warmth and its light. The Amazon, the Elf and the Sorceress had been conducting this sort of teamwork exploration together for nearly a year now, so they had chosen every step of their questing with very precise and careful decision-making, all the way down to the contents of their individual bags.

Their campsite was purposely a small one, for they had carried not much more than the bare essentials with them, having needed more room on their persons to package all of their spoils. For dinner, they had brought along jugs of apple cider, dried biscuits and a hunk of roasted monster-meat. It was especially fresh as they had just carved it earlier that same day.

"How much did we manage to scrounge up today?" The Amazon inquired, her husky voice carrying a hint of weariness within it. She was certainly the most fit of the three in appearance alone, the incredibly light amount of armor she wore only managing to cover one-tenth of her tall, muscular body. Having been designated the main physical force of the group, she had fought up close and personal with many of their enemies throughout the day. She had exhausted most of her stamina already, leaving her in a tired state she did not normally experience. Beside her, her massive and notably blood-stained ax-blade was kept sitting in her arm's reach at all times, so she could grab it at the earliest sighting of danger, tiredness be damned. Snatching up a slab of steaming-hot meat with her fork, she sank her teeth into it and tore off a chunk with a quick twist of her head. She chewed it thoroughly.

The Elf took a quick peek through the sack she had been gripping so tightly in embrace since they'd started camp. She was not only the archer of the three-woman band, but she was also the self-declared 'financial manager' when it came to sorting out and sharing their many riches. "I think we have enough here to buy ourselves some horses once we reach the next town, so we can make our traveling easie!." she replied.

Amazon nodded. "That would be good. I wish to save my feet for crushing my enemies' skulls, not for wading through deep puddles of mud! These are the only boots I own, after all."

"We would be able to get some new equipment for ourselves too. My quiver is beginning to run low on arrows. Not to mention your weapon is-"

"What ABOUT my weapon?" The Amazon narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

The Elf was quick to backtrack, having realized she may have nearly made a very grave mistake. "N-Nothing! Nothing!"

"Hmph." The Amazon took another bite of her meat, its juices dribbling freely down her chin. She was very protective of her weapon as it, in turn, protected her on the battlefield.

"Speaking of, we may have made it like bandits today, but we still are going to need at least a few more coins to make up for that mysterious decline in our finances a little while back. I had calculated everything carefully, but we always came up five short."

"You are really going to keep worrying over that? Five coins is nothing! Let it go! We still possess impressive wealth!"

The Sorceress, who had been quietly listening to the two converse up until now, stretched her arms high over her head, her large bosom heaving as she did so, and she yawned quite loudly. "I think I am going to excuse myself for a moment." she said as she stood up.

The Elf and the Amazon stared. Their watchful pairs of eyes closely followed the Sorceress' departing back as she disappeared into the nearby woodland. She had left her staff behind in her wake.

"Where is she going?" Elf asked.

"I believe that is just her dainty little excuse of saying that she wishes to take care of the typical 'private matters'. Hmph, if that was all, she should have just said it outright."

"Hmm..."

"What is that little sound for? You usually make it when you come up with a plan. Don't tell me you intend on spying on her...you pervert." The Amazon shook her head.

"No, no, no! Why would that be the first thing to pop into your head? I'm looking at her staff!" The Elf snapped, "Ever since we've begun adventuring together, her staff has never really been damaged or worn out or anything like that, has it? It still looks like it's in brand-new condition."

"I believe I can see that for myself. What does that matter?"

"Do you think her magical powers actually manifest from that staff? If one of us could learn how to wield it, we might be able to use magic as well! It would make questing for us far easier!" The Elf suggested.

The Amazon was not fully convinced about this, for she believed that the power to cast magic is something much deeper going inside than the weapon one wields. However, her interest was undeniably piqued, and it wouldn't have taken much more pushing before it could completely ensnare her. "What makes you think either of us could properly harness it without proper training? I am sure the Sorceress had spent years and years honing her skills. That staff must help her keep the magic under control, don't you think?"

"Who can really say? She's never been one to give away her secrets. Ugh, she takes enjoyment out of hiding things from us."

"So what are you suggesting we should do?"

"I want to check it out for a moment while she's away. Just a moment."

The Amazon narrowed her eyes, but she nodded. "...Alright. Maybe for only a second."

The Amazon and the Elf, very slowly, lifted themselves up from their seats. They approached the Sorceress' staff with extreme caution, as neither could accurately predict when exactly the buxom spellcaster would return. The staff resembled any old, gnarled wooden stick that someone could find easily in the marketplace. The Amazon did not know what kind of wood it may have been crafted from, but considering its witnessed longevity so far, it must have been a very strong bark, from a far-off land in another part of the world. She started to reach out for it. The Elf's breathing hitched in her throat. Neither of them had ever laid a hand on the Sorceress' staff before. The Amazon had simply chosen to be the first because the Elf herself did not try to grab at it first.

The Amazon lifted the wooden staff into her gloved hand. Suddenly, something peculiar began to occur.

"What in the world?"

The staff began to flicker and shimmer, but then that shimmer steadily expanded into a luminescent glow, a sickly green color, that enveloped the entire staff until it was too bright to even stare at. The light did not stop its expansion until it had formed an orb of shining aura around the wooden stick. The Amazon cried out and the Elf quickly backed away. The muscular female warrior suddenly felt a strange, prickling sensation that seemed to be traveling up the length of her arm. She threw the staff onto the ground. When the staff left her grip, the light instantly ceased, as did the uncomfortable feeling in her limb. Instead, that sensation was now present inside her stomach, and it was getting far worse.

"Ah...ah...ooh...ooh..." The blonde warrior-woman moaned out loud. Her hands instantly went for her stomach. "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH...!"

The Elf's eyes widened and her jaw dropped as the Amazon began to expand before her very eyes.

The Amazon's face started to swell; her strong, beautiful, and slightly chiseled features were now caught between a pair of bloated, sagging jowls and a chin that sprouted into another, and then another, until it had cloaked the whole of her neck from the front. Her lips puffed, making them appear as if they were perpetually puckered, and her neck also expanded in girth to match her chins until it was propping them up from underneath. It was like her entire head had suddenly been wrapped inside a gigantic, smothering coat, and she expressed her feelings regarding this change with another wailing moan.

The Amazon's pride and joy, her well-toned musculature, began to melt away in the wake of her transformation. It was swiftly replaced in its stead with an overload of blubbery tonnage billowing off of her rapidly-widening frame. Her mighty arms were swiftly forced down to her sides by bulky, doughy, pillow-sized rolls of adipose entrapping her upper arms. Her hands were puffy enough to tear her gloves apart. Her fingers were wiggling like a dozen little sausages, certainly unsuited for offering a strong grip or any grip for that matter.

Her abs melded together to jut forth and become a jiggling pot-belly, and then that pot-belly continued to grow further as the rest of her expanded. Her belly became so fat and heavy that the Amazon found herself being dragged down by the forces of gravity, her gut beginning to make its way past her thighs and toward the ground. Her stomach was swelling, as if it were being pumped with air, but the Amazon gripped desperately at the loose flesh and confirmed it was all tremendous amounts of sheer fat. Her stomach remained a singular, globe-shaped sphere, it did not split off into multiple sets of rolls. Her belly hit the ground in front of her with a powerful slam, taking the woman's ability to stand along with it. The Amazon's moans deepened in sound, as all of the fat around her neck had altered her vocal chords. There was no possible hope that she would be able to walk, or even move, with a stomach wider and larger than the circumference of the rest of her body. Her stomach continued spreading, never showing any signs of reaching its limits.

The Amazon's bra took to the sky as it snapped free from the soft and supple orbs it had been protecting all this time. Her breasts came flopping out of their confinement and they slapped against her gut with a mighty 'thwomp'. Her breasts were certainly fat, they were also round and a little floppy, but they were still firm enough to keep their shape. They had already become bigger than the Elf's own head.

The Amazon's legs and butt, her other pride and joy, were granted no less treatment. Her thong was reduced to a state of nothingness as her ass-cheeks inflated like balloons, swallowing the tiny shred of fabric whole. They continued bouncing and jiggling violently as her fluffy, sagging behind slapped against the back of her thighs. She'd always been a back-heavy girl, but now it was getting to the point that her ass was making its way onto the earth, weighing her down in cojunction with her globular stomach. Her legs had become veritable tree-trunks, pillars of bloated and dimply fatty tissue. They were too weak to keep her standing any longer.

It all came to an end nearly as quickly as it had started. In fact, it had only taken two minutes for the changes to progress to this state, but for the Amazon and for the Elf, it had felt like much, much longer. The Amazon had gone from a battle-hardened lady gladiator built like a warship to a woman who had been pinned down by her own girth since the early days of childhood. She must have weighed over a ton, if not more so. The Elf was speechless.

"Ooohhh..." The Amazon let out a throaty gurgle. Her eyes had become glossed over. In the aftermath of her expansion, she seemed oddly disconnected from her surroundings, like she had been injected with a large number of mind-numbing drugs in the process of it. Drool trickled its way down her multiple chins. The Amazon had her great big belly in front of her and the monumental orbs of her ass behind her, with the once-powerful warrior trapped desperately in between. Her arms and legs were both next to useless, coated in folds  over folds of her fleshy skin, and her face was partially sunken into her own heap of chin-fat. She was a literal living ball of blubber.

"Oh dear! Don't tell me, one of you tried to take my staff? I had been hoping you were just joking around when you'd been discussing it. Agh, this is troublesome!" The Sorceress sighed as she reentered the scene. Despite apparently sounding so concerned, she wore a sneaky little smile on her lips as she stared down the morbidly immobilized Amazon.

"What the hell did you do to her?" The Elf was on the verge of panicking.

The Sorceress reached down to pick up her staff. "I didn't DO anything. I had wanted to keep this a secret, but I was the one who had spent the five extra coins from our treasure collection in the last town. I had gone to a very talented witch and paid her to cast a protective curse on my staff that would prevent it from being stolen. I can only use spells, not curses, so I wasn't able to do it myself. I did it because this staff is very important to me. However, she refused to tell me what the curse was, so I had no idea that it would have this sort of effect on someone." The Sorceress smirked as she shook her head, "My, my, what a perverted witch..."

"Y-You're the perverted one here! Turn her back right now!" The Elf barked back at the busty mage.

Sorceress shook her head. "I can't work with curses. We'll have to bring her back to the witch."

"...How are we supposed to go all the way back there? And with her like this?" The Elf shrieked, jabbing a finger at the Amazon, who was still starting off into space. 

"You're going to have to roll her!" The Sorceress said.

"Me...?" The Elf's face paled considerably.

The Sorceress nodded. "You were the one who convinced her to touch my staff in the first place, which was an invasion of my privacy. This is all your doing."

"Argh!"

Suddenly, the Amazon began to cry out again. Both the Elf and the Sorceress whipped their heads back at her. As if it could not have been any worse already, things as they were, the Amazon had begun to experience another spontaneous growth spurt. Her entire body was trembling, like she had become the world's largest mound of vanilla pudding. Her stomach started to stretch even further in front of her, growing taller and wider as well. Her ass-cheeks were rivaling boulders by this point, each half of her rump as big and tall as an average woman. With so much fat blossoming all across her body, Amazon's head sank deeper inside of herself, and her arms and legs became all the more unnecessary. Her gloves and her boots were left as heaps of leather on the ground, but then they too became buried underneath her growing flab. Her figure became even less defined than before, most of the initial features that made her a clear human being gone and away. When the growing finally stopped, the Amazon had become a true blob, barely recognizable except for the mane of flowing blonde hair sitting atop it.

The Sorceress winced. "We better work fast...before she grows again..."

The Elf threw her arms up into the air. "Argh!!"