D&D Chapter IX: A New Adventure (Patreon)

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Dungeons and Developments

Contains: Weight Gain, Breast Expansion

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Chapter IX: A New Adventure

Sam set a baking sheet on the counter, lifting cookies off of it one by one with a metal spatula. He felt a soft warmth press into his back while a set of well–manicured and enamel–nailed fingers plucked a cookie from the rows cooling on the rack.

“–Mmpf– These are really good, Sam.” Sasha said through a mouthful of cookie.

“Those are for tomorrow night’s D&D.” Sam scolded. “I’m gonna go back to making game night snacks at home if you guys keep getting into them early.”

Sasha’s free hand wrapped around Sam’s side to rub his chest, gradually drifting lower until she was softly tickling his hip, not quite venturing beyond his pelvis.

“Aww…” she whined, “don’t you like spending time with us?”

She pulled him back and slightly off–balance, her soft breasts mashing into his back and making his heart rate speed up. Whatever shoes Sasha was wearing made them the same height, and she leaned over his shoulder to nibble gently on Sam’s ear.

“Don’t you always have a good time? Aren’t we good… hosts?”

Sam dropped the spatula and spun, reaching around the tall blonde to grab a handful of plump rump in each hand. Whatever extra weight didn’t go to Sasha’s now G–cup breasts settled in her hips and behind. The blonde let out a little squeak, grinning as her eyebrows rose.

“How did you know I like it a little rough…?”

“Hey guys we’re gonna start the next… episode.”

Sam looked over Sasha’s shoulder to see Anna standing in the kitchen doorway. Her tummy had gotten soft and round; a little sliver of pale skin peeking out under her snug tank top. But her widened tummy failed to distract Sam’s eyes from the J–cup monsters spilling over the neckline of her shirt. Anna was staring at the pair with a flat expression.

“Are you distracting Sam while he’s trying to cook?”

Sam looked back to Sasha, who was still grinning.

“Bake.” She corrected.

Anna rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Get off him so he can get the next pan in. Unless you want me to tell Mandy you’re trying to steal her night.”

Sasha was still gazing into Sam’s eyes as she gripped his upper arms. “Maybe she’ll let me share… like you two did on Tuesday.”

Sam glanced back at Anna, whose cheeks had turned bright pink. He released Sasha and stepped out of her embrace. The blonde let him guide her toward the doorway with a firm hand on her shoulder.

“Go on. I’ll be out in a minute.” He said.

Noticing the visible outline of Sasha’s ass in her pink yoga pants, Sam grabbed the spatula from where he’d dropped it and gave her a quick swat, making the blonde jump. She turned to gape at him.

“Punishment for cookie thieves.” Sam smirked.

Sasha tilted her head forward and looked at him through long eyelashes.

“You promise?”

Sam rolled his eyes but found himself grinning as he turned back to his baking.

***

“Alright. When we last left our party, the three of you had broken into the False Queen’s castle. The diversion attack by the Orc tribes drew out most of her soldiers, leaving just a dozen or so in defense of the castle.”

Sasha sat on Sam’s left, with Anna on his right. Mandy was beside Anna; she usually was the most focussed of the three women when they were playing the game. The table was covered with snacks as always.

“After quickly dispatching the few guards who remain,” Sam continued, “you make your way down the large barren corridor to the False Queen’s chambers.”

“‘The pretender has fled! –hng– She fears your legendary power!’ Marie says.”

”It could be naught but a trap.” Mandy said as Camilla.

“Hey Sam…” Sasha said, running the backs of her knuckles against his forearm. “…what’s Marie doing?”

Sam sighed, but smirked at the blonde; she was seated so close her hip was touching his.

“She’s helping Tavara walk. Carrying her breasts on her back.”

“Couldn’t you use magic for that?” Mandy asked.

“And waste perfectly good spell slots??” Sasha asked mockingly. “Plus she’s happy to do it, isn’t she Sam?”

“Of course.”

“Do the voice!” Sasha pleaded.

Sam affected his best ‘peasant girl’ voice and met Sasha’s eyes.

”It’s my p –haaa– pleasure to serve you, –hrng– Mistress…”

Sasha’s breath caught and her cheeks brightened. “How big am I?”

Sam reached a hand up to squeeze Sasha’s right breast, kneading the soft flesh in his fingers.

“I’d say G–cup, maybe H?”

Sasha laughed but didn’t push him away.

“I meant how big is she?”

“No fair!” Anna protested, grabbing Sam’s other hand and bringing it to her own chest.

“Tavara is an S–cup as of the last encounter.” Sam said.

“Come on you two.” Mandy protested, cookie in hand. “Sexy times after the game!”

“Fine…” Sasha whined, brushing Sam’s hand away. Anna did the same, and Sam resumed his narration.

“This is getting almost as bad as when I DM’d…” Mandy muttered under her breath.

“You come to a large wooden door. It appears to be locked.”

“Put me down.” Anna said to Mandy, chewing on a brownie.

Mandy raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, sorry.” Anna continued in her character voice. “’Put me down, cleric.’”

“Camilla releases Auralia’s legs, letting the monk slide down off her back. The elf’s gargantuan breasts leave her shoulders last as she steps forward. Roll a dexterity check.” Sam said.

Anna rolled a 4.

“Auralia wavers on her legs, leaning back in an attempt to compensate for the added weight on her front. For a moment she almost falls backward, and when she jolts forward to correct, the weight of her bosom drags her all the way to the stone floor.”

Sam rolled a die.

“Auralia’s breasts cushion her fall, but one knee hits the floor. Take two points of damage.”

“And what else, Sam?” Anna asked.

“Oh.” Sam spoke more slowly. “The impact with the floor sends waves of pleasure up Auralia’s massive breasts. She feels overcome by the sensation. Roll a constitution check.”

Anna again failed the check. She covered her blush with another brownie.

“Auralia can’t control herself, and lets out a moan of pleasure as she comes.”

Anna let out a comedic squeal of pleasure. She turned to meet Mandy’s eyes, then leaned in to kiss the dark–haired girl. Anna groped one of Mandy’s breasts, which, while the smallest of the three women, still overflowed her grasping fingers. Mandy whimpered and started to thread her fingers into Anna’s hair, then pushed the brunette off her.

“Quit that! Later.”

Mandy straightened her glasses, and they both looked to Sam.

“You hear footsteps from behind you. The noise has altered more guards. ’I guess that lock picking will have to wait.’ Marie says.”

***

Sam sat at Mandy’s desk, wearing a pair of glasses with the lenses removed. His eyes were closed.

“Okay, open.” Mandy said.

Sam’s eyes widened as he saw the dark–haired girl wearing a plaid skirt, white button shirt, red necktie, and a black cardigan.

“I’m sorry I got such a bad grade on my exam, professor…” Mandy said, looking at the floor. She was rotating one leg with her toes on the floor.

Sam chuckled, but did some quick thinking. He put on a stern voice with a bad British accent.

“Hmm, yes… quite. You could probably do with some private tutoring…”

Mandy stepped closer, leaning down so her E–cup breasts were almost in his face. The material of the shirt puckered over her chest, and her black skirt was hiked so high he could see pale flesh welling out of her thigh–high stockings.

“Isn’t there anything I could do for… extra credit?”

In seconds, Mandy had the fly of Sam’s pants open and was lightly brushing her fingers against him. She spoke again in a low, throaty whisper.

“Anything…?”

***

“‘You three harlots and your little friend are making a grave error.’ The False Queen says slowly. ‘I am the rightful heir to the Jade Seat! When my Knights return, they’ll make short work of you three. By the Light of the Nine, two of you can barely stand!’”

“Camilla casts Sacred Fortitude on Auralia and Tavara.”

“The green–gold glow of Fulla’s magic radiates from the elves’ bodies. Their backs straighten as their magically enhanced muscles grow stronger. They stand tall, breasts projecting forward, less affected by gravity.”

“Nice.” Anna said.

Sasha swallowed a bite of charcuterie, and spoke as Tavara: “I don’t think we’ll be hearing from your knights any time soon, Pretender.”

“The White Council made their judgement. Eliana is the One True Queen.” Mandy as Camilla added.

“‘Ladies, please…’ the Queen pleads ‘all I want is to bring peace to the Realm; to bring an end to the suffering.’”

“You can’t be serious.” Anna as Auralia scoffed. “Your ‘knights’” She made air quotes. “slaughtered over three hundred souls in your little coup. Even the maids and servants!”

“‘I see we’re going to have to do this the hard way.’ The air crackles and the room darkens slightly. The Queen spreads her arms and levitates a few inches off the floor. Roll initiative.”

***

Sasha’s voice came from behind her closed door.

“I’m ready.”

Sam walked in, and froze. Sasha was wearing a full set of dark pink lingerie. He’d seen her naked many times, but this was something completely new. Lace demi–cups barely contained her large breasts. Sheer stockings reached halfway up her wide thighs. A satin corset cinched her soft stomach, exaggerating her hourglass figure even further.

Sasha tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear.

“How… how do I look?”

Sam realized his mouth was open, so he closed it before saying the only word his mind could form.

“Wow…”

“Really?” Sasha asked, smiling brightly. She rotated to look down at her body. “It –uh– doesn’t fit that good any more…”

Sam closed the distance between them and took Sasha’s face in his hands.

“You look incredible.”

He kissed her deeply, and when they separated she was breathing hard, her voice barely a whisper. “Well, take one more good look, and then take it off me. But if you break it I’ll punish you.”

Sam hooked his index finger into the band of her panties, smirking as he stared into her deep blue eyes.

“You promise?”

***

“Before you is a stone corridor. The walls are bare, and large square tiles make up the floor. You see an elaborately carved door at the end of the hallway.”

“I’ll go first. Camilla steps forward.” Mandy said through a mouthful of nachos.

“You hear a puff of air, and a small arrow, like a dart, whizzes out of a hole in the wall.” Sam rolled a die. “It bounces off your armor, but the sharp point scratches your ear. Take one point of damage.”

“We should probably check for traps…” Anna said, taking a drink of her sugary cocktail.

“Can you even see traps?” Sasha asked, scooping up some nachos herself.

Anna stuck her tongue out at the blonde, then looked to Sam, who shrugged.

“Roll it.”

***

Anna lay on her back as Sam thrust slowly in and out. Her breasts rolled up and down like waves as the pair moved. She held out a hand toward a box on the nightstand, so Sam slid it onto the bed where she could reach it.

“You know what to do.” She said, plucking a donut from the box and taking a big bite.

Sam kept up his rhythm, using one hand to rub Anna’s soft tummy.

“That’s a good girl… such a hungry girl…” Sam cooed softly.

Anna nodded encouragingly.

“You’re getting so big…”

Anna twisted her torso, drawing Sam’s eye to her bare breasts as the side–to–side motion added to their gyration.

“Especially these…” Sam moved his hand from Anna’s middle to heft one breast, kneading it in his fingers.

“Your boobs are getting so big, baby…”

He pinched a large pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making Anna squeak.

“If you’re a good girl and eat all your treats, I bet they’ll get even bigger” Sam teased.

Anna swallowed the last bite of her donut, then held her mouth open, tongue out.

Sam slid the box closer to himself, then picked up a donut, lowering it slowly into Anna’s open mouth. He repositioned them so he could stroke a breast with one hand while he fed Anna with the other.

“That’s it baby, eat up… such a good girl…”

***

“The Goblin King steps toward you. He is bleeding badly, but still seems strong. He strikes out with Viscous Blow at Camilla.”

Sam rolled the dice. All three women chewed and waited.

“Take eleven points of damage.”

“Oh, damnit!” Anna said. “Are you down?”

“Not yet.” Mandy said with a grin.

“Fuck him up, Tavara!”

“I’m out of spell slots.” Sasha said. “And you can’t talk, you’re unconscious.”

“Camilla attacks with Holy Thrust.”

It was sign of everyone’s tension that Anna’s snort of laughter went ignored.

“Roll it.”

Mandy scooped up her d20, shook it above her head, and tossed it on the table. Four mouths held their collective breath as the plastic polyhedron bounced across the kitchen table. Time seemed to slow as it clattered. When it came to rest, the upward face showed a 20.

Sam and the girls all cheered. Mandy reached up to grab Sam’s head and kissed him.

“Hey, what happened to ‘after?’” Anna protested. Mandy just stuck her tongue out at the brunette.

“Is he dead, Sam?” Sasha asked, reaching for another slice of pizza.

“Oh yeah…” The girls grew quiet as Sam narrated. “Camilla’s sword glows with Fulla’s Light as the incredibly busty cleric drives it forward. As if guided by the Goddess’s own hand, the point of Camilla’s sword finds the gap in the Goblin’s crude armor, piercing his green flesh and finding his heart.”

“Woohoo!”

“Nice.”

Anna reached for the nearest pizza box. “Can I get some of those sexy heals now, Mandykins?”

***

“Alright, now Anna, scooch forward so you’re over Sam’s mouth.”

Sasha had the biggest bedroom, and also the biggest bed. So hers became the default room for these nights.

“That’s it Sasha, keep the rhythm going. Now play with each others tits. Sam, I’d say you could get some hands in there too, but I doubt you can multitask three things at once.”

Mandy had been their most successful DM before the girls met Sam, though he was beginning to think she’d missed her calling as a film director. Adult films, anyway.

“Keep going Sam, you’re doing great. Anna, use your mouth. That’s it, that’s it…”

Mandy sat in Sasha’s desk chair, one hand down her pants as she watched and gave orders.

“Alright, now kiss. –Hmmmm!– Oh god, that’s so good! One of you finish Sam off. The other one get over here and kiss me.”

***

The girls woke up tangled together in Sasha’s bed, but there was an empty space where Sam had been. Sasha met Anna’s questioning eyes, then they smelled it.

The three women staggered into the kitchen after hastily covering themselves. Anna wore an old tank top with boy shorts, Mandy had a big baggy tee that didn’t quite cover her panty–clad bottom, Sasha was almost certainly still nude under her silk robe.

Sam was making breakfast again. There was already a stack of pancakes beside the stove, and a saucepan filled with maple syrup was warming on the back burner.

“Morning!” He smiled.

He was rewarded with several kisses and a few inappropriate grabs before the girls started making their plates.

Sam pushed his chair back from the table, carrying his plate to the sink. The girls were still eating.

“Do you have to go?” Anna whined.

“I have to shower and change before work.”

“Hey Sam,” Mandy said slowly, “why don’t you just move in?”

Anna and Sasha looked at Mandy in surprise, then up at Sam.

“Oh, that’s a great idea!” Sasha said.

“We could split rent, and you’ll be here all the time!” Anna added.

Sam’s head was spinning.

“But… there’s only three bedrooms…” He protested lamely.

The girls each looked thoughtful, but seemed to arrive at the same mental picture. They fixed him with their unique but decidedly similar ‘bedroom eyes.’

“You can sleep in our beds.” Anna said.

“We’ll take turns.” Sasha added.

“That’s basically what we’re already doing now.” Mandy noted.

“After all… We don’t mind sharing.”

The End