This story contains extreme breast expansion, lactation and group sex.
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A long, wood and rope bridge stood over a mossy patch of mushroom meadows below. Sharp rocks rose around the moss circle, rising up along the large room's sides. Hanging from the ceiling were rows upon rows of stalactites dripping nutritious runoff down on the moss below. Despite it's old, water softened wood, the sturdy bridge posts held strong in two stone ledges, opposite each other and accessible by tunnels from other rooms.
On one side was a dark, unknown road to which only one of the Twisted Gods could know where.
On the other was Jibly Ankleshank. The tiny gnome was covered in black metal studded leather armor, a magic cloak hanging from her back. Her belt held a capped flask of magenta liquid and multiple daggers, one of which held unknown magic and glowed neon blue like the mushrooms below. Just above her belt, two plump breasts stuck out in the leather armor, and between the bare muffin tops of her cleavage was a golden piece of folded paper.
As Jibly approached the bridge, she pulled out the brilliant gold paper and opened it. It appeared blank.
"Fus Riat!" She commanded in her high pitched voice.
With the magic word, black markings shimmered to life on the page. It was a map to the Moon Charm - her objective in the overgrown, ancient stronghold. The path forward seemed to be across that bridge in the center. It wasn't clear exactly how strong the bridge was, but there weren't any easy ways down to the ground below or back up and she wasn't about to take another risk.
Far behind Jibly was a mirror connected to a helpful spirit of nature who could help exploratory adventurers regenerate their bodies if needed. And even further behind was a golden monkey idol Jibly left behind. Even with her athletic ability, the idol was just out of her reach in a slippery, slimy brick room. As she stood feeling unskilled and defeated, she remembered she had found two different potions before. She'd known of the powers different potions held and she believed she had good odds of drinking one that could help her get to the idol. What if it was a potion of levitation, one that would raise her the extra height her gnome frame slighted her of? Or what if she turned into a bird, or gained temporary psychic powers? The idol seemed worth while and she'd heard more stories about the positive effects of potions versus the negatives.
By her poor luck, however, drinking the first potion proved detrimental. It was poisonous, or something equally awful, as she only threw up her much needed lunch. Disgusted, less saturated and feeling ill, she left the chamber even more defeated than before. Even with the discovery of the generous spirit to help restore her sick body, she cursed her luck and hated the unknown, nonsensical chances that had to be taken with every potion drank. The only reason she even carried the second magenta potion was because she hadn't found anything better to carry. At the nearest opportunity, she'd replace it or find some sucker to barter it away to.
So, the potion option being untasteful and no other answer being obvious, she decided walking across the bridge could only be so bad an idea. She marched onwards, stuffing the map back into her rack and looking closer at the bridge. It held itself together and she certainly wasn't one to break weight limits. After a few testing stomps onto the bridge, she decided it was safe enough.
As she walked across the first half of the bridge, she took the time to look around the cave. Illuminating fungus grew all around, a majority growing on the mossy floor below. That light was enough to light up the whole room with the moist stones around. Rushing water could be heard somewhere not too far off but it was difficult to determine the source. Below her, the mossy little grotto appeared to have a similar cavern path to the one across the bridge. Curious, she thought to herself. The beauty and mystery all around her distracted Jib from hearing the tiny feet stepping around her.
"Freeze, gnome!" A feral shout came from behind her.
As Jib spun around, she saw half a dozen small, green, monstrous looking creatures. Some of them looked a bit less monstrous and a bit more feminine, but the terrorizing visages of goblins were unmistakable. The goblins had gathered at the start of her bridge across. They descended from unlit cracks around her entrance to the large room. Jib cursed under her breath, berating herself for not checking her surroundings more carefully. It seemed that she could book it to the other side just fine, but when she turned to run ahead goblins had appeared from the other side's tunnel as well. She stopped halfway across the bridge and looked back and forth between the two groups, surrounded and uncertain in herself.
The goblins didn't rush across the bridge, however. They sat at the edges of the bridges, positioning daggers by the ropes connecting the bridge to the posts.
"Listen heres ya little..." The speaking goblin's eyes shamelessly lingered on her chest for a moment. "Ya gnome! We hears you gots the map to tha Moon Charm! And we can sees between... those things, so don't try denyin things!"
Jib covered her cleavage and the map at first, looking between the different groups. Then she pulled the golden paper out, unfolding it.
"First of all, hi everybody! Second of all, there seems to be a big misunderstanding. I'm trying to make a map of this place. You see?"
She showed the empty map to both groups. Without the magic words, it showed nothing. A few of the goblins began nodding their heads, mumbling amongst each other.
"Well why's it blank if ya makins the map?"
"I'm looking for a good centerpoint to start the center of the map and work out from. This doesn't look like the place though, so if I could head on my way..."
"Holds ya horses!" One goblin jumped up, addressing his friends. "Did yas not hears magic words when she came in? Somethins like... Fus Riat or somethins-"
The map lit up, revealing the dark markings from before. Jibly refolded the map in a panic, but the goblins had already seen through her deceit. The goblins gasped at the revelation, shouting and snarling at her. One goblin held his dagger to one of the bridge's ropes and spoke up.
"You dos have tha map! And if yas don't hands it over, expect a hard fall!"
Jibly looked down. It would probably hurt, but she was sturdy and the moss was probably soft. Not ideal though, especially if the goblins could come down and pick her off after breaking a bone or two. Still, she hadn't given up on deceiving the goblins.
"Oh, you'll cut the bridge? Sounds fine to me, I'll just drink my... potion of levitation and make a safe landing! The map points through that little cave there anyways," she pointed to the exit from the mossy floor, "so you'll just be doing me a favor!"
"Agh, shes gots ta make things difficult. Get her!"
With that command, the goblins began running across the bridge. Feral, toothy war cries rang out through the stony cave. The goblins' devilish eyes were locked on her, thinking over how to tear her apart. Jib reached for a dagger, adrenaline kicking in for the fight. But then her hand touched the potion.
She thought to herself "these are a lot of goblins, and even if I was confident in fighting them the bridge might fall from all this weight. I'm probably done for regardless... so..."
Instead of pulling out a dagger she grabbed a potion. She took a quick sip first, still paranoid about her last potion encounter. It tasted salty and bitter but it tasted like an actual drink this time. The moment it passed down her throat, however, an intense burning sensation ran through her nervous system. Pings of electricity tickled her in surprising places, between the legs and the ends of her chest. It was intense, but it felt like there was a pressure alongside it. Was the potion going to turn her into something? Maybe a big, powerful dragon to smash all these pesky goblins? It'd have to be: she could see the goblin's nostrils flaring and she couldn't process the number of daggers and fingers that were about to dig into her soon to be corpse.
"Oh please be a dragon" Jib pleaded.
She downed the rest of the potion, or more what she could stomach. Once she reached the halfway point, she felt paralyzed and her senses were overloaded. As the potion fell through her hand to the ground below, she crumpled down on the bridge and groaned. Before she just felt like she just happened to feel the potion's effect stronger in her fat breasts and deep in her vagina, but the effect was clearly a sexual one. She felt like she was being sexually pleasured by tens of sensory illusion spells at once. Her arms tried to reach up and hold her breasts, but when she put pressure on them the tingly shocks of pleasure turned to searing stings. Whether it was what her mind would consider pain or pleasure, it was too intense for her to handle.
As the goblins finally approached her, lunging to attack her crumpled form from above, she threw her head back and screamed. What happened next wasn't something Jib could fully comprehend in her overloaded state: her breasts felt extremely pressurized for a moment, then the pressure broke, followed by half her vision being blocked.
The surprising blockage brought some of her attention back to her surroundings, but what she saw barely made sense in itself. In front of her were two titanic blobs of her own flesh, and at the far reaches of them were gargantuan nipples. Her breasts had burst from her shirt and become absolutely enormous. The goblins that had nearly grabbed her were flung to the sides of the bridge, a few straight up above. A few daggers had jabbed her breasts, but they seemed too malleable, too durable even to care. Jib's frozen moment of adrenaline-fueled perception was terrifying and fantastic: flying daggers and goblins, enormous breasts and extreme pleasure weren't aspects of the adventure she'd been anticipating but welcome additions.
Then the moment passed and everything seemed to remember that gravity still existed. After her breasts had explosively expanded up and out, they fell back towards the ground. Their enormous weight crashed against the wood below her and her legs began to pull in opposite directions. Before she realized what just happened, both newly separated sections of the bridge fell through. Jib fell bust first to the ground, followed by the goblins around her.
The moss was soft. Jib hadn't come to internalize her new breasts, but feeling the moss below her through her breasts gave them new life. The enormous surface area they covered was tangible, sense-able, and electric against her skin. Her nipples felt more sensitive than her nipples, but as she gathered her senses, she realized she felt increased sensitivity across her body. She tried to move herself off of her own breasts, but she hadn't fully adjusted to the new size yet. The attempts just ended up kneading her already sensitive breasts, making her more and more aroused. She winced at her own rising desires, still full of adrenaline from the goblins attacking from before.
That memory forced her eyes up. Goblins had landed all around her, more disoriented than she was. One rubbed their head while another slumped off of the sharp rock she'd just been dropped on. Then a shimmery golden flicker descended from the sky; it was the map. A glowing mushroom caught it, letting the map's face show to everyone around. The goblins and Jib's attention were drawn to it, right as the magically summoned writing faded away. Then they all looked to Jib, each goblin seeing her from a different angle. A few faces of surprise, a few of anguish.
"What tha hell?!"
One scary looking little goblin woman picked herself up and stumbled towards her, a dagger clenched in her fist. She stopped a few feet away from Jib, eyes overlooking the disoriented gnome.
"What kinda levitation potion ya drinks there?"
"I..."
As she looked up to the little creature, her eyes couldn't help but wander as well. Just running into any kind of creature while you were deep in heat like Jib felt would have been intimidating in itself, much more in her current situation. Nevertheless she could not help herself but to appreciate the sweet green cheeks on the goblin. Her eyes had looked feral before, but now she saw the passion in the creature's eyes. In this pretty little lady's eyes.
"Ya lied abouts ya potion! And now..."
