D&D Chapter VIII: Travel Time (Patreon)

Dungeons and Developments

Chapter VIII: Travel Time

Contains: Weight Gain, Breast Expansion

------------

–Pling–

Sam’s phone chimed mid afternoon on Saturday. It was a new message in the group chat he’d named simply: ‘D&D Girls.’

Anna: [Hey guys, I’ve got some news, want to meet up later?]

Mandy: [Sure, where?]

Anna: [How about that cafe on Walnut?]

Sam: [👍]

Mandy: [In.]

Sasha: [Sounds good!]

***

Sam sipped his black coffee while the girls arrived at the table one by one with massive whipped cream topped beverages and several pastries apiece.

“This place is great,” Mandy said, “I haven’t been back since you and I were here, Sam.”

“You met up with Sam without us?” Anna accused.

“Yeah…” Mandy flushed slightly. “We were just –uh– brainstorming ideas for the campaign.”

“I met with you too, Anna.” Sam added.

Now Anna was blushing. “Yeah… but that was just for character stuff.”

“Yeah, see?” Mandy said. “It doesn’t count if it’s for the game.”

Sasha was staring at her extra large mug in silence.

“Right, Sasha…?” Mandy added.

“Sasha and I saw a movie together.” Sam offered. He wasn’t sure what was going on here, but he’d never met a woman as honest about what she wanted as these three, so he figured it was best to have it all out in the open.

“It was an accident!” Sasha protested. “I did’t know he was gonna be there…”

Mandy and Anna seemed more annoyed that Sasha had seen the movie without them, but after some discussion of the film itself, they agreed they hadn’t missed much. Sam couldn’t think of a way to bring up that he’d been at their house with Mandy for a second meet–up without confessing what he’d accidentally witnessed Anna and Sasha doing on the couch, so he decided to keep that one to himself.

“What did you want to tell us, Anna?” He prompted.

“Oh right!” Anna took a bite of her chocolate scone, and explained. “We have to stop meeting at the game store.”

“What, why?” Sasha asked.

“Mike said they’ve gotten some complaints…”

“Really?” Mandy asked.

“Yeah… I guess the walls aren’t exactly soundproof, and some tabletop players could hear some of our… more… spicy, encounters.”

All four members of the group stared at the table or their drinks. Periodically one would look up to catch another’s eyes, then look down again. Everyone’s face was red.

“Well…” Sasha began slowly. “We could meet up at our place, if that’s alright with you, Sam?”

“I mean, you’ve already been there. It’s not like we’re strangers anymore…” Mandy added.

“That’s fine with me.” Sam said.

“Nice.” Sasha said, taking a bite of her double chocolate muffin and washing it down with a sip of a mocha that was nearly white with sugar and cream.

“So,” Mandy began, shifting topics, “what’s next for the party? Is the campaign over?”

“Hmm…” Sam thought a moment. “Well, I think ‘reformed bandit’ Marie might have a lead on the next job.”

“Marie?” Anna asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I… I’m still work–shopping her name!” Sam protested.

The girls laughed as they took bites of their snacks and sips of their drinks. Sam smiled.

***

The next text Sam got was from Mandy, a few days later.

[Hey, want to work on some campaign stuff tonight?]

He did a quick look around his small apartment. It was presentable enough.

{Sure}

[I have some errands to run, but I’ll come by at like six?]

{Sounds good}

Sam pulled some extra ingredients out of his freezer. He’d never seen any of these girls not eating, so it seemed like a good idea to prepare dinner for two. Worst case he’d have leftovers.

His intercom rang at precisely six, so Sam buzzed Mandy in, and went back to the stove where he was stirring chicken, peppers, and broccoli in a dark sauce.

“Hello…?”

“Come on in!”

Sam’s apartment was small, but plenty of space for one person. The kitchen opened into the main living space, and there were two doors leading to the bedroom and bath.

“I’m just finishing dinner. You want some?”

Mandy’s eyebrows rose.

“Oh. Well I guess, if you have enough…”

“Of course. I made extra just in case.”

Mandy pulled out the stool at the counter and watched Sam stir fry for another minute. He pulled two plates and piled them with white rice from the cooker, then scooped chicken and veg dripping with sauce on top, sprinkling both with sesame seeds before presenting Mandy with her plate. She was staring at him with an odd expression.

“Something wrong?”

Mandy shook herself.

“No, sorry. I just –uh– didn’t know you could cook.”

“Oh it’s not all that impressive. I used to cook for my family when I lived at home.”

“That’s really cool.”

Sam shrugged. “I watch a lot of YouTube and I like trying new things.”

Mandy picked up a piece of chicken and broccoli with some rice, blew on it a little and took a bite. She practically melted.

“This is really good Sam. Would you make dinner at the house sometime?”

“Sure! I’m glad you like it.”

Mandy scooped up another bite eagerly.

“The girls are gonna lose it…”

After dinner, Mandy hopped up to clear their plates.

“I can get those.”

Mandy smiled. “It’s the least I can do after you made me dinner.”

Sam shrugged and went to get his book and notes from his bag.

“You want something to drink? I’ve got beer in the fridge.”

“Sure!”

Sam sat on the couch and flipped through his papers while Mandy opened two bottles and brought them into the living area. She set them on the table then took a seat right next to Sam, their hips just touching. Sam tried to ignore the warmth spreading from the spot where the dark–haired girl’s body made contact with his. He unfolded a map.

“So here’s where the bandit stronghold is. You’ll want to head back to the village here, and I’m thinking of throwing in a story encounter here.”

Mandy leaned over to inspect the map, putting her head and hair just under Sam’s nose. She was very close.

“Hmm, I see…” she said, “and what about… ‘Marie?’”

Mandy’s head turned to face Sam. Propped on one arm she was leaning into him slightly, he could feel the heat of her all along his leg and upper arm.

“What –erm– what about her?”

“Well… she seemed pretty… into us— our characters… is she gonna… make a move?”

Sam was pretty sure they weren’t talking about D&D anymore.

“Would you… like that?” He asked softly.

Mandy nodded.

Sam slowly brought his other hand around to lightly brush Mandy’s hair back and touch his knuckles to her cheek. Mandy reacted by leaning further in, bringing both hands up to grab Sam’s head and pull him in for a kiss.

With her firm breasts pressed against his chest, Sam reached down to put his hands on Mandy’s back. Her torso was soft and warm. She came up for air, then pushed the book and papers off Sam’s lap, scattering them to the floor. Before he had time to protest or react, Mandy’s hand found his erect member, grabbing it through his pants while gazing into his eyes.

He leaned in to kiss her again, and Mandy climbed into his lap, straddling his torso and grinding her full breasts against his chest.

***

Sam lay on his back with Mandy resting face down beside him, head resting on his chest and blankets covering them to her neck. He ran his fingers through her tousled black bob. Her glasses rested on his bedside table.

“You didn’t come here to talk about D&D, did you?”

Mandy shook her head.

“We still can if you want. I’m excited to see what happens next.” She murmured into his bare chest.

“That’s alright.”

Sam was silent for a moment.

“Are the other girls gonna be upset?”

Mandy shifted up a little bit to peck a soft kiss on his lips.

“Maybe a little that I got to you first, but I’m sure they’ll be fine.” Her cheeks flushed pink. “Especially if you don’t mind sharing…”

Sam huffed a single “heh,” making Mandy shake where she rested on his body.

“You three are so weird…” Sam mused as he lightly ran his fingertips up and down Mandy’s bare back. She arched and nearly purred, pressing herself into him again.

“Weird in a –hmmm– good way though, right?”

Sam put both hands on Mandy’s waist and rolled to kneel over her, leaning down for a kiss.

“Hell yeah…”

***

Mandy opened the door to their shared house slowly and quietly in the pre–dawn light. Tip–toeing around the places in the floor where she knew it would creak, she crept into the house.

“Good morning!”

Sasha’s voice made Mandy jump half a foot in the air. She spun to look into the living room and saw both her friends seated there, watching her try to sneak back in.

“I guess it went well, since you never came home last night.” Anna said, sipping on a mug of white coffee.

Mandy flushed and stared at the floor.

“So where were you?” Sasha asked.

“Duh, she was with—“

“Wait! I want to hear her say it, Anna.”

"With Sam…” Mandy mumbled, barely audible.

“What was that?” Sasha asked loudly.

“I was with Sam.”

Several full seconds passed while the three women stared deadpan at each other, then Sasha and Anna cracked, breaking into wide grins.

“So, how was it?” Anna asked.

Mandy grinned, hugging her arms around her torso. “He’s pretty good, not gonna lie…”

“Nice.” Sasha smiled.

“Oh and guess what…?” Mandy began.

“Hmm?”

“The boy can cook.”

“Oh my god, seriously?” Sasha moaned.

“Fuckin sploosh” Anna added.

“I think we can get him to come over tomorrow, or maybe even tonight.” Mandy said. “But I need a shower.” She winked at her roommates.

“Gross!” Anna laughed.

***

The girls decided to just order food for their first non–game gathering. Sam brought some bags of chips and a case of beer anyway.

Mandy greeted him at the door, rising on her toes to peck a kiss on his cheek. Sam felt his heart rate jump a few BPMs as Mandy’s breasts pressed into his arm. While still the smallest of the three girls, she’d grown to nearly E–cup over the past eight months. When she stepped back Sam saw she was wearing the same black tee from their first meeting. Mandy’s full breasts stretched and distorted the screen printing that read “I cast Magic Missile!” It really was a drastic change in such a short time.

“Hi” he said with faint surprise.

“Hi” she replied warmly.

“I wanted to see you first. The girls know what happened, but I’ll have to give you some space tonight. I hope you don’t mind…”

“No worries, I understand completely.” Sam said, utterly confused.

Sam and the girls watched The Princess Bride, quoting along with all their favorite lines. All of Sam’s snacks got devoured, along with six pizzas of which Sam only ate three slices. To say nothing of breadsticks, garlic knots, and cinnamon sticks.

Mandy took the sole recliner, while Anna steered Sam toward the center of the couch. Once there, the chubby brunette leaned into Sam, giving him a perfect angle down the low neck of her snug black tank top. She wore stretchy black pants for more comfortable snacking, but Sam couldn’t see her soft tummy past her pale G–cups.

On his other side, Sasha left a polite distance between them, but leaned over to whisper comments in his ear every so often. This drew his eye to the pink blouse with buttons straining over her own F–cups. Sasha’s lower half had grown more than either of the other girls, so it was inevitable that their hips made contact more than a few times over the course of the night.

When the movie was over, the girls took turns playing YouTube videos. A little while later Anna leaned forward to get Sasha’s attention over Sam. They exchanged some non–verbal communication, then both leaned back again. After one last video pick from Sasha, she sat up and gathered the empty pizza boxes. She offered a lame excuse about an early shift.

“Want to help me clean up in the kitchen?” She directed the question at Mandy, who glanced at Sam and Anna before retracting the recliner and following the blonde out of the living room.

Once they were alone, Anna pressed her body even tighter into Sam’s side, looking up at him.

“Wanna see the character I based Auralia on?”

Sam felt so warm he was nearly sweating, but nodded weakly. He had positioned a throw pillow over his lap to hide his arousal for the past hour. Anna put on the first episode of Manyuu Hikenchou. Sam was torn between confused bewilderment at the ridiculous big–boob anime, and distraction as Anna kept moving slightly and resting her hand on his chest or arm.

When the blue–haired protagonist executed her Breast Flow slash and inadvertently stole the breasts of her rival, Sam felt a small feminine hand snake its way slowly between his lap pillow and his thighs. A gasp caught in his throat as Anna found what she sought.

“What is it with you three and boobs?” He croaked as Anna’s hand started to move slowly up and down.

“Do you like boobs, Sam?” Anna whispered in a low and throaty voice that sent a shiver down his spine.

“I mean… sure, I guess.” He managed to stammer.

Anna’s left hand reached across to grab Sam’s right, bringing it up to her chest. When his fingers pressed into her pliable flesh, Anna made a soft moan sexier than any sound she’d made in their D&D sessions. His body stiffened and shuddered, and Anna pulled his face down for a deep, intense kiss.

When the brunette slid her hand out of his lap and released his lips, Sam snapped back to reality and stared in disbelief at the pillow in his lap. Anna grinned up at him with a wink.

“Oops!”

She kissed him again, letting her tongue slide into his mouth.

“Do you want to see my room?” She whispered, her hot breath tickling the short hair around his ear.

Sam tossed the pillow to the couch and let himself be dragged up the half–flight of stairs, eyes glued to the bouncing bubble butt Anna had grown in the short time he’d known her.