Previously on Centaurus: The band escaped from the dungeon having successfully looted a large quantity of fabulous treasure. They travelled to a nearby logging village for the night where Fey accidentally obliterated the local inn with cum stuffed and highly satisfied girls.
Now, Chapter 31:
Warm clean sheets, soft goose feather down pillows, cosy snugness in a snug room with a snug fireplace making said snug room snug with snug warmness.
Fey wriggled her body blissfully, yes, this was great, after the dungeon and roughing it in the wild finding an inn that was as lovely as this one was a wonderful relief, the only downside was the leak in the roof.
She winced with her eyes closed as another droplet splatted on her forehead.
Maybe it would go away if she just tried really hard to sleep harder, and ignored that cool draft too, and that dampness underneath her, and another drop on her cheek, and then another on her breast.
What was with this inn all of a sudden?
With a reluctance that shamed mountain mules she squeaked open a tiny crack in her eyelid and peeked out. Searing morning light attacked her retinas like some angry swarm of light hornets. Apparently this inn had no roof either!?!? Wait, was this even an inn at all???
She managed to push her eyelid open a little further and found herself looking up at foliage, treetops, greenery, the rich azure sky above, vast snow white galleon clouds sailing languidly across the blue abyss. Altogether it really wasn't much like the ceiling of a bedroom in an inn, that is unless this was some kind of wizard's inn where they magicked the ceilings to look like the open sky.
She hopefully considered that possibility for a moment, but then she sighed. Wizard ceilings were rather wishful thinking.
With a pained groan the stiffness of having slept a full night on the bare ground abruptly made itself known. Trying her best to ignore her twinging body she wiped gross sleepy crud from her eyes and looked around.
This was decidedly not an inn she decided. In fact it appeared to be some random forest glade. As she watched an orange and blue and black songbird flitted from tree branch to tree branch mugged a twig of a nut and then flittered off into the foliage.
All very naturey and not very inny.
Fey was a country girl and was used to sleeping out in the wild. But she had to admit after experiencing Rina's excessively luxurious mansion and its wonderfully soft beds she had discovered a new found dissatisfaction with waking up in the middle of a forest damp with morning dew.
Her eyes turned to what was supposed to be her 'blanket' to sleep underneath. That is, her tent, which had become too small for her new size to be used as a tent and been repurposed as said blanket.
That was fine for the most part, except that the fabric had somehow been drawn backwards and her top human half was now exposed to the cool forest air, her enormous beachball sized breasts fully out in the open, the soft globular shapes spread lazily across her torso as she had been sleeping on her back, compressing droplet like under their own heavy weight. Her nipples had gone stiff in the cool morning air too making for hard pink peaks for each impressively sized shape. Not ideal.
The culprit to this movement of blanket was apparently... Fey herelf. She made a displeased face at the huge tent of cloth over her crotch, her own morning wood stealing her blanket space and her warmth. Though as to why it was pointing straight up vertically...
"Godsdammit," she muttered lifting her upper body up and reaching forward, grabbing hold of the cloth. With a tug, she pulled it aside.
A cross-legged Octavia blinked back at her.
The mouse kin girl was sat with her back to the enormous horse dick, pushing it up vertically as it rested against her back and her head.
She had created for herself a penis tentpole for the impromptu tent she was occupying.
"Octavia?! What the hell?"
Octavia nonchalantly twirled a pen in her fingers. "What do you mean what the hell? A writer needs her ambience and atmosphere to write in you know. And what better ambience and atmosphere than being right next to my subject? My
muse.
" She huffed and drew in a breath, "Plus it smells hnnnggfff s-soo gewwwddd." She wriggled her hips.
Fey realised that the mouse girl had been in a confined space with her dick, her extremely enticing dick, the tent trapping and concentrating her scent in with the mouse girl for god knows how long.
Her eyes drifted down to find her horse stomach was awash with Octavia's pussy juice, a puddle of clear fluid continually dripping and rolling down her sides in fat rivulets. The mouse girl's beige short shorts were soaked through and dark with wet too and her bare crossed legs were glossy with her lubricant.
"You do know you woke me up, right?"
"Ahem, yes, well, it has been well worth it, the newsletter is just going to completely and totally blow up with my new additions, your fan base is going to grow and grow and grow Fey, you have no idea, at every moment of the day girls will frantically masturbating and cumming to you!"
"Erm, thank you Octavia, I think, but I'm not sure I actually want that..."
Fey rubbed a hand over her face, the mouse girl's energetic excitement was grating more than a little on her sleepy morning mood. She suddenly wished she could go back to the nice warm room of her dream and not be stuck out here in the uncomfortable woods.
The events that had destroyed the inn had led to her current position so she couldn't really blame Octavia for lack of it sadly. She unhappily recalled how that had gone down.
As much as Lily huffed and grumbled and complained there was no getting around the fact that a very angry village full of burly lumber jacks did not particularly want them around after the inn had collapsed and they were blamed.
That is apart from the gnoll girls, the gnolls who were quite upset they were leaving. Not that the gnolls could do anything about it in their cum stuffed states, kicking at their own cum bellies in a tantrum and shaking fists at the locals did little to prevent the band from being asked very firmly to leave. Even threats of gnollish vengeance were ignored, the village simply wanted the troublesome adventurers gone as soon as possible to minimise collateral damage.
They had left the village under a chorus of desperate mewled cries for Fey from the inflated gnoll girls.
Of course, they still had no actual clue where they were in the middle of the ancient western forest, and how to get back to Bine, so first they had to go through the awkward motions of Flora picking apart the remains of the inn to find Octavia. The villagers were even less happy seeing lumber tossed through the air and gnolls brides sent rolling across the village green as Flora discarded them, picking out Octavia somewhere near the bottom.
Once the blimped mouse girl had been found they hurried out under the gaze of the increasingly furious villagers as spherical gnolls rolled to a stop against their homes and shops dripping cum over everything from their leaky pussies.
Flora for obvious reasons wasn't very interested in floating the mouse girl all the way back to Bine so once they were at their camping spot for the night she was dumped on the ground where Flora had yelled loudly for Wummy to fix the problem.
Wummy, after getting agreement from Vivi, had surged tentacles from Vivi's pussy and dipped into the mouse girl, spreading her pussy wide so that a half dozen of the things could plunge in and out of her gaped hole, pumping the loudly complaining and squealing mouse girl of horse cum and sucking it into Vivi's rapidly expanding belly so that Wummy could slowly absorb the substance overnight.
Fey had fallen asleep watching Vivi atop a huge cum belly, the surface moving with bumps as Wummy rolled around excitedly in her womb, eating her prize.
Now it was morning and the full regret of demolishing the inn was making itself known, that and Octavia being annoying. Fey's annoyance with the mouse girl was interrupted however by a strange artificial beeping sound that pierced the forest glade. Octavia and Fey blinked at each other before turning to where Flora slept.
The gnome had grown...
a lot
.
.. overnight it appeared. Her pregnancy seemed to jump in size in on and off cycles, and last night had been a particularly massive surge in growth. Her pregnant belly was now fifteen feet across, a vast dome of taut skin and heavy motherly gravidity.
Her breasts had surged in size also, desperately trying to keep up with her pregnancy the straining things were so taut and fat with milk that they were leaking down her belly in streams and occasionally spritzing milk as Flora moved. Each nipple was larger than the size of a fist, pink and angry with the strain of holding back so much liquid.
As usual the gnome's tent was being used as a blanket, a small square of cloth at the top of the vast pale sphere that was Flora. A gnome's tent was small normally, on top of Flora it looked utterly absurd, just a square that hid her body making it appear as if there truly was just a random skin colored sphere in the middle of the glade.
The edge of the cloth moved as the waking gnome blew out a breath and let out a tired groan. After a little bit of a struggle she managed to pull the tent blanket back and gazed upon her newly grown body.
"Wh-what the hell..."
Fey waved up at her. "Uhm, Flora is that your new magic thing?"
Flora squinted down in confusion at Fey but then seemed to realise that the muffled beeping was coming from her body. She turned to her breasts and awkwardly slipped an arm into her arm enveloping cleavage and scrabbled around. After a moment the glowing rectangle was produced, the sound even louder now that it was no longer muffled by her expansive chest.
She stared at the rectangle blearily, unsure what it was that she was looking at.
"This is the most terrible music I've ever heard, it's all annoying beeps!" said Octavia turning her head as she looked up, one large mouse ear scraping along Fey's shaft.
"It probably isn't music dummy, it's... an alarm for something, something bad? It looks different to how it looks when music is playing anyway. Uhmm." She hesitantly tapped the screen and the beeping sound cut off. "There. No need to panic children." She rolled her eyes at the two looking up at her with nervous expressions. After a moment she flicked off the rest of the gnome tent and sent it over the side of her belly.
She watched it flutter down to the grass.
"Kind of a ways down... I've gotten pretty fucking preggers huh..."
The gnome was stark naked of course. When it had been pointed out to her that she was naked the night before she had pointed out that sleeping in a tent naked was a perfectly fine and appropriate and normal thing to do. When it had been pointed out in return that she was only partially inside the tent and her breasts and belly were fully outside she had pointed out that this was clearly the tentmaker's fault for not making a large enough tent and none of her concern.
