Night At The Inn (Commission for pilpil)

TAGS: M/F, Growth/Alchemical Growth, Room-Filling

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Very few things were more important after a long day on the road than finding a proper inn to rest one’s bones, maybe have a nice bath and then go to bed and hope that things wouldn’t get too heated. They always did, but Pil still held out the hope that maybe one day he could go twenty-four hours without risking serious pelvis injury.

The two of them had been travelling for the better of the whole day as well, what with them having to head to one of the northernmost cities in the kingdom in order to cash in a contract that required them to hunt someone down across the whole damned realm; it was lucrative, sure, but still a pain in the neck considering how much their target gave them the slip, requiring them to backtrack so often that just finding their way back to the King’s Road took the better part of a week. Now though, all they really had to do was stick to the cobbles and stop by wherever offered a place to rest; that day in particular, it was a relatively large town that had sprung up thanks to the trade routes that crossed the Road towards the capital city. There, built directly next to the major artery, was an impressive and opulent inn, big enough that Neesha actually looked impressed, for once.

The gnoll picked her kobold assistant-slash-stress relief toy up and placed him on her shoulders, as she was wont to do, before bending over and walking through the front door of the establishment. The amazon was simply unable to do anything if it didn’t involve some degree of showing off, especially when it came to large crowds of people that would have no choice but to look in her general direction; it was stronger than her, especially since she had packed away most of her proper combat gear and was wearing her standard travelling equipment… which was barely more than a few straps of cloth keeping her on just the right side of modesty. Add to that the stout, bulky, “could probably crush rocks between her legs while powerlifting a small house” physique and some impressive curves to boot, and it wasn’t really surprising that everyone in the entry lobby of the inn had to stop whatever they were doing to turn around and gawk at just who had walked in.

It wasn’t as if gnolls were unknown around those parts, but they typically weren’t so massive that they had trouble using human-sized doors. One could make the argument that the hyena ancestry swimming around in her genes gave her a bit of a boost to her overall size, but most yeens weren’t several heads taller than even the tallest of males around, nor were they normally capable of bulking up so hard that they had to be careful not to rip doors off hinges whenever pulling on them. In truth, Neesha’s body wasn’t exactly… natural. Or rather, it was wholly hers, she would never resort to anything quite as drastic as a deal with a demon or anything worse, but she hadn’t always been so powerful as to crack the floorboards just by stepping extra hard on the ground, nor had her curvaceous form been anything remotely like that in her younger days. It took until she met Pil and the two of them took off before these changes took hold of her, and even then only they grew a relationship of enough trust that she actually drank the potions that the kobold mixed for her.

Being a somewhat-experienced alchemist, the ‘bold met the gnoll after he set off on the typical journeyman’s journey; with his master having decided that he had learned enough of the basics, it was time for Pil to set off into the wider world and prove that he was capable of doing his job as a chemist without having someone there to supervise him at all times. He was quite lucky to find the gnoll in the first couple of weeks on the road, luckier still that she was such a vivacious and eager ball of energy that, aided along by her still being quite a bit bigger than him when they first met, she was more than capable of running him to the very edge of his stamina and beyond, to say nothing of how she felt truly insatiable. This was only made worse over time, what with her warming up to the idea of trying out some of the ‘bold’s chemical concoctions, and the rest… well, the rest was history.

Tales of Neesha the gnoll had spread far and wide over the past couple of years, especially given her line of work had a tendency to intersect with a variety of individuals who were more than happy to spread tales of how their “agents” were capable of rooting out even the most stubborn of weeds. Neesha herself didn’t particularly care for this belief that she belonged to any one person, but as long as it kept offers coming down her way, she couldn’t really complain; the massive gnoll had already amassed enough of a fortune that she could probably retire and live out the rest of her life in relative comfort, but where was the fun in that? If she wanted to play things safe, she would’ve remained with her clan and taken up a trade or craft that allowed her to stay indoors and cozy all year long, not grab some leather gear, a poorly-forged sword and set off into the big outdoors in search of adventure and bounties. Now, years down the line and with a name for herself, it was a matter of reputation and enjoyment more than anything else; she still took money for contracts, sure, but that was hardly the point of it anymore.

This money was better used getting the best possible service wherever she happened to go to rest her head. It really wasn’t enough that her mere presence turned heads automatically, or the sway of her exposed hips was so powerful that a few onlookers and prospective customers inadvertently and practically-subconsciously moved closer to her in the off-chance that they might be “blessed” with a hip-check or two before falling flat on the ground. No, she really had to throw her weight around, and in more ways than just literally; with a swagger that she could barely even control anymore, Neesha approached the stunned, terrified-looking young man working what looked to be a clerk’s station of sorts, making sure to step extra hard so that the floor trembled each time she put one of her paws done. Dominating the poor guy’s field of view, her form haloed by the light of the setting sun filtering through the windows, the gnoll slowly bent down, letting her quarry get a good look at the deep, inviting cleavage she sported, before digging her hand into it and retrieving a small bag that jingled with the coins in its interior. It wasn’t a place she usually kept money in, but it was worth it for the theatrics alone.

The payment fell on the wooden table with a soft thud, a couple of golden coins falling from within before halting a couple of inches from falling onto the ground. The clerk gulped, his face beet red, lips trembling as he clearly tried to say something, perhaps ask what the giantess wanted, but failed to pierce through his own bashfulness to do so.

“Yes, I’d like a room for the night,” Neesha replied for him, “we’d like a room for the night, in fact,” she added, pointing at Pil, “just one bed will do, but it best be the comfiest one you have available.”

Her tone was… well, not soft, but about as pleasant as a towering gnoll like herself could produce when deliberately trying to act nice. It was no doubt alluring to some, equally intimidating to others, and an odd mixture of the two to a very select number of individuals who would quickly be feeling some conflicting emotions about the giantess taking up most of the inn’s front desk. The clerk manning it, lucky him, was part of the latter group, and after being given such a beautiful sight and serenade to delight himself with, really couldn’t handle it anymore; the best he could do was try and hide the fact that his underwear was now in serious need of clean-up after the floodgates were expertly opened by the amazon giving him a wink and an exceedingly wide and open view of her tits, all while giving her the key to the best room they had and dreamily handing out directions. Neesha, for her part, gave the young man a pat on the head, blew a kiss in his general direction, then turned to face the stairs; her work there was done.

Silence accompanied her as she made her way up to the first floor, with none below her daring to utter a word or even make a sound as their eyes tracked the creaking floorboards above their heads. Small puffs of dust fell the ceiling each time the gnoll took a step, and only after the distant sound of a door opening and then closing made itself known did the crowd on the ground floor dare to breathe a collective sigh of relief before discussion immediately broke out about just who that gorgeous woman was supposed to be. The gnoll herself, having already thrown herself onto her luxuriously decorated and wide bed, closed her eyes and perked her ears, taking in the disjointed arguing going on just a few feet away from her, courtesy of all those who now believed themselves potential suitors. No doubt at least a couple of them would try their luck knocking on her door, having most likely failed to notice that she was carrying Pil on her shoulder; or, if they had, erroneously assuming that he would be no match for their supposed charms.

Little did they know that Neesha wouldn’t trade that kobold for anything else in the world, and not just because he produced the wonderful potions that let her become what she was nowadays. He was adorable, there was no other way around it, and despite their small stature and seemingly frail physique, hid a surprisingly vast wellspring of stamina that, while still not nearly enough to keep up with her once she got going, did let him go toe-to-toe when it came to the incessant, near-constant teasing that she subjected him to. It was a little game they played with one another, one that inevitably ended in the gnoll amazon throwing the kobold onto his back and riding him until he was completely empty, all while making sure that everyone in a several mile radius was made well aware of what she was doing… and that night would be no different.

Sadly, Pil managed to sneak away from her just as she collapsed onto the king-sized bed, muttering something about having to take a quick bath and needing to run the water first; this was an obvious ploy to try and get away from her before she sunk her needy claws on him, but Neesha couldn’t really blame him, as when she did get down to business, there would be no breaks. Not so sadly, it seemed like the kobold had completely forgotten about their bag of ingredients and potions, having dropped it on a chair next to the bathroom door; very rarely did this happen, with the ‘bold usually keeping a tight control over his concoctions (citing safety concerns, whatever that was supposed to mean), and given that the gnoll giantess was feeling surprisingly frisky that night… well, no time like the present to see if Pil was hiding anything that could spice things up in there.

Actually rummaging through the tiny bag was easier said than done though, considering it was so incredibly small that a single one of Neesha’s claws could very easily tear it open or damage it irreparable, and the last thing she wanted was for her kobold partner to even notice she had been there at all. It was like trying to split hair with gloves on with how frustrating it was, b with the gnoll eventually just letting out a grunt and pouring out the contents onto the bed; all the liquids were contained in bottles anyway, so no big loss there.

Pil’s meticulous attention to detail and near-pathologic need to properly catalogue everything to the finest detail, however, worked in her favour. Every draught of his, brewed in the incredibly alchemical set that the two of them carried in their travelling bags, had a neatly cut-out paper label filled with the kobold’s fine-print, almost comically small handwriting, detailing everything that the potion contained, its intended effects and occasionally even ingredients used that deviated from “standard” recipes. Neesha had plenty of fun perusing through the available wares, hoping to find something interesting and getting plenty of surprises when she directed her gaze towards what the potions were meant to do; it was hard to tell if Pil was thinking of leaving her for someone else of equal stature or if the ‘bold was growing bolder with the demands he occasionally made of her in their moments of passion, because there were a lot of aphrodisiacs and “enhancing substances” in that pile. Some of them were so blatant in their descriptions that even the gnoll found herself blushing at the thought of what they might do to her… blushing, and immediately possessed of an immense desire to uncork and consume one of them, an urge that she eventually satisfied after finding something that was labelled as both “highly reactive” and “experimental”, two words which she knew for certain would make for a perfect combination.

Disappointingly, the effects weren’t immediate. In fact, there weren’t any effects at all; Neesha had expected the potion to suddenly make her bigger or her tits fatter or her ass wider… or anything, really. Instead, her body remained exactly as it was; not really anything bad considering what she looked like, but still a let-down, at least until she convinced herself that potion had to be working on some kind of delayed reaction and would eventually kick in when she least expected it. Wouldn’t be the first time, after all; besides, it gave her enough time to put all the bottles back in the bag, place it where she had taken it from in just the right way not to raise suspicion, then promptly remove all of her clothing strips, climb onto the bed again, and wait for Pil to leave the bathroom, all while strike a pose by lying on her side with a sultry, seductive smile stamped on her face.

Predictably, the kobold took his sweet time to get clean, presumably in preparation for the marathon he knew he was about to engage in. A record-breaking twenty minutes of bathing, during which the gnoll found herself growing increasingly antsy at both the lack of a boytoy to tease and the complete absence of potion-induced bigness… so much so that, the moment that Pil opened the bathroom door and showed himself wrapped up in a large towel that he had to struggle to keep on him, Neesha didn’t exactly wait for him to notice that she was waiting for him; with a single movement, she leaned as far forward as she could, plucked the ‘bold from where he stood with one arm, and as he yelped in surprise, plopped him onto her body.

He was deliciously warm, and so amazingly soft that the gnoll almost forgot what she wanted to do with him… almost. Like all nights though, instinct began to take over as her body moved half on its own accord and half-guided by her conscious decisions, her large hands working over Pil’s body in ways that, while technically not sexual in any way, shape or form, nonetheless let him know exactly what was on her mind and what she wanted to do. It wasn’t as if the ‘bold was stupid enough to think that it would remain wholesome anyway; this song-and-dance number happened literally every single night, that was no exaggeration, and part of his experimentations with alchemy had been motivated precisely because he was beginning to feel the effects of these consecutive workouts adding up over time.

Still, it was a song-and-dance number, and as such he had a role to play: that of the shy, bashful little ‘bold who didn’t quite understand what the big, hunky gnoll amazon wanted to do, and whose entire existence was one dedicated to squirming underneath her embrace and wondering aloud just what she expected to do to him… or with him, for that matter. Meanwhile, Neesha continued to poke and prod at the kobold’s more sensitive, squishy bits, while taking care to avoid any more erogenous areas; wouldn’t want the foreplay to be interrupted by her libido suddenly taking over the proceedings and skipping some of the best bits, especially considering she’d taken a potion meant to enhance their experience, whenever that was supposed to kick in. With Pil freshly bathed as well, it was so easy for Neesha to just lie on her back and leave him to wiggle around atop her chest, burying his face in her soft skin, occasionally moving upwards and conspicuously closer to her bust while his grabby hands tried their best to surreptitiously move towards the underside of her tits. He was so tiny, and yet always so eager; she loved that about him.

She loved it so much that she began feeling incredibly warm inside, far more than what should be expected so early on. Usually it took a few more minutes of Pil playing around with her mounds, or even giving her form some kind of worship before her loins began begging her to shove something, anything between her legs in order to satisfy her desires, but that night, for some reason, the warmth assaulted her quite early on. Perhaps it was the potion, or perhaps she was just enamored by such a wonderfully obedient mate-slash-boytoy being so eager to throw themselves at her and treat her like the goddess she was… though, as the seconds ticked by and her body began to feel stranger still, it being the potion became the far more likely explanation.

Rather than a focused heat making Neesha want to grind her legs against one another while the inner part of her thighs grew increasingly lubricated, the sensation was spread throughout her body, suffusing it to the point where she could feel herself sweating. It wasn’t discomforting though, not like being boiled, but rather like walking into a sauna; it was refreshing, liberating, and above all, oddly arousing and enticing, almost as if her desires too were heating up and going on overdrive. There was a certain sense of pressure within her chest, building up so slowly and subconsciously that the gnoll didn’t even become aware of it until after the “waves” started to crash into it.

Like an aching that refused to go away, this budding pressure began to wax and wave in cycles, smashing into her sternum from within as if trying to push it outwards before receding into her very core. Unlike the aching, it was anything but painful; rather, each time she felt this phantom force try to push its way out, the gnoll wanted it to keep going, wanted it to take her limits and throw them away as far as they could go, wanted the wave to carry on washing over her instead of falling back. And while initially this was nothing but a desire, soon enough it would be granted, as the pressure spikes began to last for longer and longer, leaving the gnoll writhing around in bed herself, with Pil asking if she was alright with a worried look on his face. She wanted to say that no, she wasn’t, that she was so much better than just “alright” or “fine”, but couldn’t; each time she tried, her throat broke out into some rather undignified noises that everyone else at that roadside inn was forced to listen to, thanks to how loud they were, and just as Pil recoiled at something he had never once had the pleasure of hearing, that’s when the changes began.

The bed underneath them was big. So big, in fact, that Neesha had plenty of room to lie upon it and still have some to spare; and yet, even it began to groan and complain at the sudden increase in weight being placed upon it, for the gnoll’s body suddenly and inexplicably began to expand in every direction the longer the amazon made her feelings known to the world. Every moan elicited an inch, every scream a couple of them, with her hips flaring out and breasts filling outwards ever-so-slightly faster than the rest of her to give that extra bit of oomph that would seal the giantess aesthetic especially well. The kobold on her chest, far from being worried about what was happening, correctly deduced that the gnoll had gotten into his stash and drank something designed to make her grow, leaving him quite proud of the idea to leave his bag unattended during his long bath.

Soon enough, Neesha’s paws were poking out from the other end of the bed, her hands sunken into the mattress as their claws ripped large gashes through the sheets. She was going to destroy the bed, but that was perfectly fine; at the rate that she was growing, soon enough the gnoll would become the bed and have no need for any upholstery, a process that Pil himself was eager to help along by providing whatever contribution he could. Being so tiny compared to her already, and “doomed” to become even smaller as the transformation went on, he quickly scurried upwards towards his mate’s burgeoning bosom, hoping to find a nice, comfortable spot in between those two rising mounds before he was picked up and literally used as a toy by a very horny giantess-in-the-making; it was going to happen eventually, so might as well make the best use of his time.

Neesha responded almost immediately to feeling the kobold force his way into her cleavage, though not by plucking them out to put them to work somewhere where he could be more useful; rather, both of her hands smashed against the sides of her own breasts, smushing against poor Pil whose body was mostly stuck between the enormous mounds and stopping him dead on his tracks. Then again, he couldn’t really complain; sure, he was literally immobilized by two enormous breasts that were being actively squished against his body, keeping him trapped between them at the complete and utter mercy of the big-and-getting-bigger gnoll… but on the other hand, that was happening, so for him to do anything other than enjoy it to its fullest would be nothing short of criminal. All he could do was open his mouth and call out for Neesha’s name, letting his arousal get the better of him as his own body was expertly worked over by an amazon that could barely even control herself, the sounds only adding to the cacophony building up inside the room as the gnoll gradually began to fill it up.

Neesha didn’t even notice when the bed underneath her finally snapped and caved in, sending her falling to the ground; by that point, her body had already grown over the bed and spilled onto the ground, making it hard to tell the difference between a mattress held a few inches above the floor and one smacked straight onto it. The floordboards themselves were getting a brand new scratch-based pattern as well, with the gnoll’s paws wildly flailing from side to side as her body was wracked by the pleasurable sensations that came with suddenly growing in every direction, the amazon feeling incredibly cheated by the fact that she only had two hands with which to work herself over; had she been blessed with more, then one pair could be sunk into her thick and thickening thighs while still keeping Pil trapped between her tits, rather than having to make a conscious choice between one or the other… then again, keeping the ‘bold stuck there was nothing short of heavenly when the little thing so eagerly moved from side to side in his attempt at paying back to such a generous goddess gifting him her presence.

That, or his mind was simply overloaded from the heat, the tightness, the damp atmosphere of the cramped space between both of Neesha’s breasts, his body pancaked and unable to do anything to set itself free, his mind unable to process everything that he was feeling and slowly succumbing to the allure of simply letting go, and enjoying itself without any regard for their own safety. Sometimes he even forgot to breathe, his vision tunnelling even more than it was forced to already before he remembered to inhale… only serving to intoxicate him further as he breathed in the warm atmosphere, inviting it into his body and leaving him increasingly drunk off of Neesha’s mere presence, all while his muscles were continuously tenderized by her relentless dedication to giving him a full-body titjob.

A titjob that was probably leaving the gnoll more hot and bothered than the person it was actually servicing, with the burgeoning giantess growing increasingly unable to keep it under control the longer it went on; just as her tits kept running ahead of her already-immense body, so too did their sensitivity make it increasingly difficult to handle them in any way without the sensory feedback leaving her reeling from the overload, and soon enough what had once been calculated motions turned into frantic flailing, with Neesha far more preoccupied in simply sinking her fingers into her own breastflesh than anything else. This had… interesting results for the ‘bold trapped between them, not that he was going to complain; as far as he cared, he was in marshmallow heaven.

The rest of the room though, it was going to have to suffer for the two lovers’ enjoyment, because the gnoll was showing no signs of stopping; hell, if anything, it looked to be that the more aroused she became, the quicker the growth became, leaving her jumping in spurts rather in a single, continuous climb. One moment she was fine, the next her head was banging against the wall behind her, then the next moment both of her shoulders were dangerously close to the walls, and then the floorboards practically screamed as large grooves were dug into their surface while whole chunks were ripped off and practically projected across the room. It was too much for Neesha to handle, really; it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to Pil, then, when he was suddenly out in the open again, his vision no longer obstructed by a tight cleavage but instead by a much larger than usual hand grabbing his entire body at once, then pulling him down and down towards somewhere where he knew he wasn’t going to be able to return from.

If it was hard to pleasure Neesha on a daily basis when she was already quite big, now that her body was starting to become room-filling and still kept on growing with no signs of stopping, it was up in the air just what the gnoll expected her little ‘bold to do… or it was for Pil at least, who chose not to use the two functional neurons he still had to make the obvious connection before it was made for him, and his whole body was simply flattened against Neesha’s folds, with the gnoll’s moaning yelp that ensued from it shaking the very windows in their frames, and almost rattling them onto the ground for good measure. He should be lucky that she didn’t push him in even further; with the size difference between them, there wasn’t a lot stopping the gnoll from just squeezing the smaller ‘bold’s body directly into her needly, drooling slit, using him quite literally as a toy without him being able to do anything about it; thankfully, it seemed she was content with just rubbing him over herself, occasionally bringing the poor thing over to her clit in order to give it some proper stimulation. Pil, being the attentive partner that he was, made sure to give the (relatively) small nub a good squeeze or two, occasionally a lick as well before he was forced back down by a hand, then a pair of fingers, then just a single one as Neesha continued to grow in every direction.

It was getting significantly harder for the gnoll to hold back the longer the transformative process went on, especially given that she couldn’t really stop, control or even slow it down. As far as she knew, the potion was just going to keep making her grow until some indeterminate point in the future where it would all stop, assuming it even did; maybe just a few more minutes, maybe only when the potion was cleared through her system, but certainly not at that exact moment. No, the present was meant to be thoroughly enjoyed, extended for as far as possible, until it could be no longer, leaving everything else in the dust: the bed, smashed into bits and pulverized by a body that had outgrown it, the floor, ripped apart and scratched until it was unrecognizable, the walls, cracked and ready to collapse as the gnoll’s body pressed against every side of the room she was in. This was all that mattered, and all that she could focus on; everything else, apart from Pil of course, was secondary. Pil, beautiful Pil, who so eagerly licked and lapped at her nethers, wanting for more, begging for more. She’d give it to him; he deserved no less.

He still winced a bit, even went so far as to whine pitifully when Neesha pulled him back; clearly, he wanted to keep being rubbed deeper and deeper into her body even long past the point where it did anything to the giantess, given that her form was filling the room up to such a degree that keeping the ‘bold on the outside was starting to feel more difficult than just pushing him in. Even picking Pil up proved to be hard, what with the two fingers the gnoll used being so much larger than he was, not to mention all the sweat from the warm atmosphere, that she slipped and let him fall a couple of times before holding on properly. Once she did though, Neesha didn’t bring him back to her tits or force him straight into her slit; rather, she held Pil up in the air while moving her other hand over to her side, anchoring it on the ground (and nearly breaking through to the floor below) for leverage while her feet did the same on the walls. Then, with a deafeningly loud roar, she pulled her whole body upwards.

It was far harder than she expected it to be, but once it was done, it was done. Quickly, and before her strength gave out, Neesha placed her kobold mate directly underneath her, where her plump butt had once been, then removed her hand after gently flattening Pil against the floorboards; then, and only then, did she finally give him what he truly deserved: her whole body, crashing down upon him, leaving him fully smothered underneath her comparatively gigantic ass.

It was enough of a kink for Pil that he’d actually asked for it a few times before, and given the size difference between the two, even in her default state Neesha was more than capable of smothering the poor thing so much that they had to crawl out just to breathe. Now that she took up most of the room, to the point where he first instinct now that she had both of her hands freed was to push them against the ceiling and strain go break through it, there was no doubt in her mind that what she had just done ran a non-zero risk of seriously harming Pil… but the two of them were so caught up in the moment and enraptured by what was happening that they frankly couldn’t bring themselves to care. Neesha herself was far too preoccupied with growing in spurts, her claws breaking through the walls and her palms cracking their way to the roof, and Pil, stuck as he was underneath (almost literally) tons of ass, could only think of how lucky he was to have someone the gnoll there to give him such an experience.

But with the difference between the two mounting with each passing moment, it was simply impossible for the kobold to do everything. Hell, he couldn’t even move anymore, stuck as he was beneath a single cheek, so it fell onto Neesha to… finish herself off. Nothing could feel more natural though, not after her body insisted on occupying every single inch of the room, leaving her scrambling for any space in which to take her left hand and do with it what she should’ve done with Pil moments earlier; there would be no more waiting, no more playing around, no when she was already grinding the poor guy underneath her butt while she wiggled around. She needed satisfaction and needed it fast, and once her thickening thighs closed around her wrist, holding her hand in place whether or not Neesha liked it, her fate was sealed.

It barely took ten seconds to go from first contact to the whole inn hearing the most explosive orgasm they were ever privy to… mostly because the final growth spurt that came with it not only had the gnoll’s body break through the walls of her room completely, but crash through the entire floor as well, utterly destroying everything underneath it and flattening the (fortunately empty) room beneath her own. In a stroke of luck, Pil himself was spared any injury by virtue of having wriggled his way somewhere safe: straight between both of Neesha’s cheeks, where he had once more gone completely limp as the same sensations that had left him powerless back during the titjob once more assaulted his mind and body. In fact, the crash completely flew over him; as far as he was aware, he was still stuck inside the room with that gorgeous giantess.

A giantess whose explosive release had finally managed to break through to her and actually drain her of her stamina, leaving the gnoll panting and gasping for breath as her legs and arms fell onto the floor and her whole body stopped functioning, muscles refusing to listen to her as her chest heaved up and down with each of her breaths. It was hard to do so, given the sizable chest that the potion had given her, but she’d been through worse; it wouldn’t be a pair of tits that kept her from breathing properly, especially not after she had just outgrown a whole room. Still, she had just outgrown a room, and wrecked through a whole floor of a building to boot, so some rest was in order.

The rest of the inn’s clientele though, they were less than enthused. Most had fled, screaming in panic as the “monster” broke through the walls, while the presumed owner just fell to their knees staring at what was probably going to be the end of their business. Some self-assumed adventurers drew their weapons and ineffectually attempted to swat at Neesha’s paws, only to be kicked away with minimal effort, and still others tried to get a little bit too close for comfort, needing the gnoll to “remind” them where their place was. She had eyes only for Pil… metaphorically, given he was a bit stuck somewhere she couldn’t reach him. Somewhere that she didn’t feel like removing him from, actually, now that she gave it a moment’s thought; after all, he was the one who turned her into that colossal beast of a giantess in the first place.

Surely he’d earned it.