Tower of TG - Baam to Androssi - 2th Goal Story

Based on this sequence: https://www.patreon.com/posts/tog-tg-nsfw-21709340

 She couldn’t believe she was actually doing it. Androssi chided herself for falling in love with someone so clueless, then again that cluelessness was a part of what made her fall for him in the first place. It had taken a while to find someplace secluded enough to hide what was about to happen, trendy enough to suit her tastes and vegetarian enough to make sure she wouldn’t gain any weight from nervous eating. How had things even gotten to this point? She was a literal princess, not allowed to date and Baam was… well Baam. If she had to describe him then it’d be too good for his own good, and a dweeb. Basically all the things she thought were lame when she was just a kid. Hell he was even shorter than her and still managed to look innocent despite the fact that he could probably beat her in a fight(not that she’d admit that publicly).

It wasn’t that she hadn’t tried before, but even if she took a hint and shoved it down his throat he was too naïve to even read between the lines. And every time she tried making things explicit, she’d always pathetically back down, unable to get the words out despite wanting to more than anything. The best she could do was try and weasel in more time with Baam and keep the other girls in their group away. She had hoped that any day now he’d notice the bombshell who was clearly into him and he’d realize his luck and act on it, but it just wasn’t going to happen. The last straw had been a few days ago when she overheard him talking with Khun, smiling about how he thought they were all like family. If she had learned anything from her vast collection of relationship magazines, that was major red flag friend zone talk and she was not going to let THAT happen

The more time passed while alone with her thoughts the more Androssi’s doubts clawed their way to the forefront of her mind. She kept checking and stirring Baam’s drink periodically, sure that there was still some flecks of red in the orange liquid that’d give away that it was spiked. God why did she get here so early? If this restaurant had given her bread sticks she’d have probably gone through the whole basket by now. Was she being crazy, was this too far? Oh god she had to stop this now before it went too-

“Sorry for being late Miss Androssi.” She hadn’t even noticed his arrival, her mini freakout ending as she inspected him a tad disapprovingly. He was still panting, most likely from escaping his nosy teammates’ eyes who were probably scouring the area to snoop. Thankfully, she couldn’t detect anyone nearby at least. 

Baam had come dressed in his usual outfit, his white trimmed training robes and knee high combat boots a bit drab for their date, but Androssi’s eyes zeroed in on the glass in his right hand, her concoction ready to be sipped any second now. A zen like calmness washed over Androssi, knowing it was too late to change her mind. Now that it was out of her hands she’d just sit back and get ready for the show. Well okay just a bit of teasing.

“It’s not nice to leave a lady waiting Baam.”
“Again I’m sorry. Miss Yeon and Rak were trying to follow and I know you wanted this to be private.” Giving off a slightly nervous chuckle, Baam knew Androssi could be… a lot. Honestly he knew that Androssi was interested in him, but didn’t know how to process that, a life full of forced fighting and constant pursuit of answers on his past had left him well versed in fighting of all sorts, but still a rookie when it came to most things emotionally, especially love.

Plus there was the added pressure of knowing that Jahad princesses were forbidden to be with another man and he didn’t want to put her or his friends at risk any more than he already had. Well that and he literally had no idea what a relationship entailed and it kind of terrified him. Like he hated fighting, but at least all the parts were understandable to him. He couldn’t even ask Khun about it, an involuntary shudder triggering at the thought of Khun’s reaction to even a hint of romantic interest. The teasing would last for months!

No he’d just sit and pretend to be aloof and maybe someday when the time was right, he’d act on his feelings with someone who wouldn’t be killed summarily for it, but for now he was fine with how things were as he sipped the dark orange drink, happy to quench his thirst. He had meant to sit down as well, but what he wasn't ready for was a sudden rush of flavor stunning him, his lips buzzing with sweetness as the chapped valleys smoothened, the buzz continuing as they plumped slightly.

“This is delicious! What is it called Androssi?” He gulped down another two mouthfuls, his plumper lips smacking satisfactorily as Androssi noticed a glossy sheen reflect off them, a knowing smile creeping onto her face.
“Oh it’s something special I made just for you. To bring us… closer lets say.” That left him confused for a sec, his left eyebrow rising inquisitively as he downed the rest of the drink, the flavor too appealing to be ignored.
“You made it? I thought this was a restaur-ahhhht.” His question trailed off into a gasp, his hands moving towards his stomach as he felt it pulse, the hum from his lips spreading down his throat and radiating from his abdomen.

“Wha-aaahh-t is g-going o-ahn-ha ha!?” His body was positively pulsating, that odd ticklish feeling of sleeping muscle making him chuckle every time he tried to talk. Though he was getting more nervous as the quaking intensified, his face looked downright goofy with joy, that pleasant tickle just forcing his lips into a smile as he spasmed, the new sensations only a precursor to the delight he was about to feel.

It all radiated from his stomach, his skin fizzing as he groaned, his body’s sensitivity skyrocketing. While he only had a sparse coating of body hair on him, each root burnt away, his body almost sparkling as every last follicle below his eyebrows besides his pubic hair was eradicated, and even that was trimmed into a tidy triangle, the roots lightening from a dark chestnut to a lighter brown. The slight stinging around his groin had made him cringe, but it was soon negated by the addictive high of the transformative as his pores shrank, his skin’s texture and look turning smooth and glossy. As he writhed, the silky skin inadvertently turned him on, his thighs starting to rub together as small deposits of fat formed and swelled.

“Oooooh!” Baam had no idea what was happening, his thought process hindered by a fuzzy curtain of joy, loving the way the wind felt against his body, how his legs felt pushed together, the way his- wait how were they rubbing together? A quick glance turned into shock as he saw his clothes seeming to unmend themselves, the tops of his boots dissolving and his pant legs unraveling up the middle, the seams merging into a long skirt. And it wasn’t just the clothes that Baam could see changing. As the former cuffs slid up his calves, he noticed they looked… slimmer?

His ankles were compressing, all of their mass sliding upwards, bulging in the back to leave them round and curvaceous. Despite their soft look, layers upon layers of muscle were compacted inside, filling his legs with new strength as his knees popped together. This was impossible, horrifying and more than anything else, unbelievably erotic, the grin on his face growing wider with the inflation of his thighs. He wanted to stop moaning, but it was impossible to ignore the pleasure, his cock compressed between his thicker thighs as the buzz ran through his genitals, a very noticeable bulge rising at the front of his outfit.

For a second, Androssi wondered if it was bad that she was enjoying this so much. Sure she had planned to have some fun with the end result, but she had underestimated how turned on she’d be from the constant moaning and the feeling of control she had as Baam’s body shifted. It was taking a lot of self control not to join in on the fun when she saw the clear outline in his pants, impressed, but sad that she wouldn’t be able to enjoy it herself when it was all finished. He looked so cute with his growing hair all tussled like that and even the goofy look on his face was endearing. She was pretty sure he had forgotten she was even there, the pleasure probably blinding him to the world. Sure she could probably get away with a lot more without spoiling the fun later, but for now Androssi just traced a finger teasingly along her panties, letting her arousal focus as two more protrusions tented Baam’s tunic.

Baam had never been this aroused before, barely noticing the series of skeletal pops occurring all around, the series of cricks causing a multitude of subtle changes to his frame as his shoulders seemed to squeeze, his hips bulging out, both ready to burst any second. Each small shift outwards increased the pressure on his crotch, his knees angling ever closer. It all felt alien, especially the arousal. He was used to it generally being focused on his dick, yet as his pleasure nerves continued to change, he noticed the ecstatic warmth was spreading, a euphoric hum synchronizing with the already pleasant buzz in his abdomen, but that wonderful warmth seemed to jump almost immediately to a new location he had never associated with pleasure before, his nipples.

Androssi had noticed them first, but once they entered Baam’s consciousness he was drawn to them, his hands reaching up with a mix of eagerness and hesitation. They still looked like his nipples, but they were rock hard and begging for attention, his index finger giving a probing poke. Nothing in his post-pubescent life had prepared him for the sudden endorphic rush. He screamed as the poked nipple tripled in size and sensitivity, turning a deep pink. For a second Baam had truly been lost in the pleasure, and when he came to it was like time had skipped, both hands desperately assailing and massaging his nipples, both now engorged, the smooth skin around them trembling as something surged underneath.

He had to stop, every second spent playing with himself meant another one lost of trying to stop this, this, whatever the hell this was! But he couldn’t. His mind couldn’t tear his own hands away and as much as he hated to admit it, he didn’t want to stop as his chest gained a slight jiggle, the nipples pushing outwards as his fingers found more tender flesh to grope. His whole body shivered as his tunic was pushed outwards, a-cup lumps rubbing against the fabric as he yelped lustfully, a growing wet spot on the bottom part of his tunic showing how close he was to reaching his threshold. His throat was run dry and ragged from the near constant groaning he’d been doing for the past minute, something hard and phlegmy building up before dissolving away as he squeezed one of the growing lumps.

“AAAHHHHHHHHHHNN!!” That shook him out of it slightly, at least enough for his hands to fall down, his face growing red from shame more than arousal. He recognized that voice, hearing Androssi’s moan, but not yet realizing it came from him. Baam was absolutely mortified, remembering that this whole shameful display had a spectator. In fact , she was probably affected by this spell as well. How could he be so selfish and only focus on his own needs when she must be… just sitting there… smirking?

“A-AHN-d-drossi?” It was a struggle just to get the words out, his nipples throbbing with need as he tried to ignore it, crossing his arms over his chest in a desperate attempt to stop the growth there.  Didn’t she see something was wrong? That he was changing into a, a… he didn’t even want to think about it. But why didn’t she at least seem shocked or horrified by him changing? If anything she looked vaguely annoyed, like he had interrupted her fun.

“Why did you stop? Is my body not good enough for you?”
“Your b-bod-eeEEEEE?!” The pieces all came together once he heard his voice again, the unmistakably domineering alto trembling from his lips as his breasts grew out another size, the fabric straining as it reached the ends of its flexibility. Holding back the changes were impossible, a thick sheen of sweat forming as heat began building up again in his abdomen. Given how the current changes felt, Baam knew he probably wouldn’t be able to speak once they got going until it was over. He squeaked out a “Why,” squirming from leg to leg to relieve pressure on his dick while more of his calves were exposed, his boots now barely at ankle height, not wanting to believe that Androssi would betray him like this.

Why? Oh she had been waiting a long time for this, the chance to be honest after bottling up her emotions for so long.
“What am I to you Baam?” She was sure he’d have attempted a response if his shoulders hadn’t collapsed entirely.
“A-AHH!”
“Actually sorry you can’t really talk well between gasps so let me answer that for you. To you I’m a friend. Just a friend. But did you really think a princess would be satisfied with just that? It’s not like I haven’t tried to be direct with you before, but you always make things so hard! It’s okay to be selfish sometimes Baam and that’s why I’m doing this.”
“B-But the Jah-UGH!” And there went his waist, which now that she looked at it from the outside, maybe she could stand to gain a few pounds…

“Oh that whole Jahad killing any princess who lays in the arm of another man thing? What you think he can see what we’re doing down here… or on a train? Besides it’s not like there aren’t any workarounds. Why do you think I’m doing this? But enough of that. What I’m saying is, I want more Baam.” She walked over, staying a few steps away from the shivering mess he’d become while adding teasingly,
“And I can see you want more as well.”
Baam shook his head in denial, but the grin on his face was only getting wider, a bit of drool leaking out between gasps as his fingers twitched, joints extending. There was a growing tension under his nipples and between his hips and he didn’t know how much more he could take before giving in. Androssi stalked towards him, like a predator to its prey.

“I’ll admit I’m impressed with your resolve, it must be so hard to ignore all those new urges, especially when my body is so… responsive. That wonderful feeling when playing with my breasts, my ass, I know it all too well.” She whispered it into his ear, accenting every few words as if to harpoon his mind and ensnare it to her will. She could see the give in his eyes, but he needed one last push and she knew just where to give it.
“But here’s the funny thing about boys Baam, you can always tell when they’re having fun, and while it pains me to see it go, you can’t deny… this.” She had snaked her hand to his cock, waiting to finish her sentence before giving it a tap. That was all, just a light tap, but it was enough to drive him over the edge while Androssi quickly withdrew back to her seat to enjoy the fireworks.

It felt like he was melting, the tip of his penis throbbing as each throb pulsed through his skin, sweat mixing with drool as his expression turned slackjawed with ecstasy. A pleased gurgle left him as his body just seemed to burst, his hips and shoulders snapping inversely to compliment his newly slimmed waist. His protective arms meant to stymie the growth of his chest just turned him on more, his fingers twitching as rock hard nipples pushed out against them, poking between the gap in his arms as he accidentally tweaked both while shifting.

“MMMM-AHHH!!” Each moan was heavier and hotter than the last, his chest forcing its way past c-cups, his whole body shaking as he finally reached his limits. It started with a dull throb in his prostate, the organ already most of the way towards its transition to a womb, the combination of his tweaked nipples and shifting g spot sending the buzz in his balls to a new level as he came. Each release felt stronger then the last, the wet spot growing to a patch, then a puddle of soaked fabric as his balls emptied their load. The orgasms just wouldn’t stop, even after he ran out of fluid, after his balls began to ache with each throb, the warmth building in his abdomen.

With all of that he should have been satisfied, but his dick still ached, the releases a precursor to something grander, something he needed no matter what. At this point decency was out the window, his hands moving down to caress his needy cock. He didn’t care who was watching or the mess he made. He didn’t notice the scraps of boot flinging off his shifting legs, the way his middle sash was bandaging together into leather, the sudden updraft hitting his crotch from the shrinking dress skirt his pants had mostly become, doing little to quell the heat. Everything he was feeling seemed to be coiled up in his tip and with the first stroke he nearly blacked out, the pleasure overwhelming him.

It was almost too sensitive, the pleasure making him cringe as his left hand began stroking, the already lubricated shaft sliding easily in his hand as the fingers lengthened, the dainty appendage only adding to the fire inside. He swore his insides were melting, a churning mess of muscle and reproductive organs moving under the skin as he could feel a space forming, muscles shifting to pad the walls of the new cavity, ready to pull. His right hand was eager to help, fondling his balls, his sack pulling taut until an overeager squeeze forced the right one inside.

He couldn’t stop screaming, flecks of drool flinging from his tongue as he felt it slide upwards, the buzz he had felt all along his body pulverizing the tender lump into an ovary as a rush of estrogen poured through his system. It was a new kind of high, his right iris lighting up from a dull gold to an electric yellow, the eye popping out to twice its size and slanting slightly, his nervous system on the fritz as hot bursts of ecstasy shot through him. Desperate for more he stroked harder, his right now palming his remaining testicle until he heard a satisfying SQUELCH, his left eye joining his right as locks of burnished copper hair shot from his scalp.

“YES YES YES YES YE-“ He didn’t even know he was screaming it, his body shuddering as the remaining ball withdrew to the other side of his abdomen, the maddening warmth rising as he felt the new muscles in his cavity start to pull. His dangling scrotum retracted, a small tearing noise sounding as it split in two, wrapping around the base of his cock as a pair of juicy lips, specks of clear vaginal fluid already lubricating the path as his cock tensed, releasing one last puff of hot air before it began its slow descent.

Baam could finally feel an end in sight, the continual climax ready to boil over as his hand found less to stroke, each downward thrust speeding the inversion. Each inch that pulled in was massaged by the buzzing muscular chasm, his own dick filling him in a way that just felt natural, his body bucking to aid in the change. He grasped just below the head, the tip too sensitive now to even press without blinding his senses for a few seconds and he wanted to be conscious for the culmination.

Gripping it between his middle and ring fingers, Baam pressed as hard as he could, the last of his shaft sinking in as the pleasure radiated outwards, his fingers acting like a time bomb as they brushed against his almost unbearably sensitive lips. With a wet SCHLICK the last bit sucked in, his dick inverting as his fingers followed, both penetrating simultaneously as they chased after each other, the tips of his nails delving deeper, past the first joint, the second, both fingers in almost to the knuckle as he chased after the shifting head, all that pleasure condensing down into a small button as his nails brushed it, the heat near scalding as he reached the source.

And then she pushed further.

The world was shades of pink, electric ecstasy coursing through his new body as femininity poured through like a wildfire. Sound was dulled besides a high pitched ringing as she came, the heat gushing out of her vagina as her thighs grew slick with cum and vaginal fluids. Time stood still at the peak, her breasts thrust in the air, nipples fully engorged as her body jerked, forcing her fingers in further as she came again. At some point Baam realized the high pitched noise was her own voice, her own primal desires finally fulfilled, then fulfilled again… and again.

She couldn’t stop herself, her fingers slowly pushing in then out, building rhythm as she spread her labia and kept repeating the plunge, experiencing mind blowing orgasms one after the other, each one finishing her off into Androssi’s double.

“H-AAAAAAAH!!!!” Her face softened, nose upturned and perky, cheeks refined, eyelashes long.
“AHH! AHHH!! AHHHH!!!” With a final gurgle her breasts reached E range, her ass filling out into a delectable heart as both bounced in time to her masturbatory throes
“UHHHHH!!!” Panties formed around her fingers, forcing them in even further as her body heaved, one last gush running down her legs as she came, a small horn forcing itself from her skull before her high finally crashing down. All of her expulsions pooled at her toes, magic collecting it all neatly into black polish that finished off the exhausted girl as Baam was left gasping for air. Completely spent.

Ever so slowly she slipped her fingers out, her nails emerging coated in the same color as she leaned by a nearby tree. She tried to catch her breath, smiling in the afterglow of her pleasure. It had been amazing, incredible, fantas-
“Is it my turn yet?”
“EEEEEE!” Baam had forgotten Androssi was even there. Honestly if someone had asked her the year or what floor she was on she wasn’t confident she’d be able to answer correctly, her brain still trying to piece itself back together. Once it did, that afterglow was replaced with something else entirely.

“Oh god I… with your… and you watched me…” He looked so cute flustered, well she supposed she was the one who looked cute.
“Yes Baam and you put on quite the show. I’m happy you think so highly of me.” If Baam blushed any harder she was almost certain he’d pop a blood vessel.
“P-please Miss Androssi turn me back!” She got a laugh out of that.
“Oh but I haven’t had any fun. Do you really think that’s fair? I’d ask if you enjoyed it, but we both know the answer to that question.” Baam’s whole face darkened a few shades.
“But fine I’ll change you back.”
“R-Really?!”
“Yes.” She sipped from her glass, pausing before she dashed his hopes.

“You just have to do one thing.”
“I’ll do anything!” The regret was easy to read on his face after the words left his mouth, but it wasn’t like he really had a choice.
“Perrrrfect! All you have to do is make me feel the same you just felt and you’ll turn back to normal.” It took him a second for the gears to turn, but the blush returned with a vengeance.
“…There has to be another way t-“
“This was a sex spell Baam. Well technically a potion since I don’t have the time or the skin care regiment to learn all of that dusty old crap, but I’m being honest, that’s the only way to reverse it. One O for another.”

Baam just wasn’t ready, desperate to dredge up any excuse. Surely she couldn’t be serious about it being the only way? Then she remembered the obvious.
“Wait if we…” She couldn’t even bring herself to say the words.
“Then wouldn’t Jahad come down on us hard? We’d all be in danger!”
“Oh you’re the only one who needs to come down on me Baam. Besides don’t you remember what the rule is?”
“That any man who, who…”
“There we go. I think you’ve caught on to why I did this. Now Baam…” Androssi was ready, her panties thoroughly soaked as she began slipping out of her heels, her clothes following soon after. She had cornered him finally
“Well Baam, are you going to stay like that or will you try and pass my test?”
“I…”
“I’m waiting Baam.”

2 Weeks Later

“So... Baam. How do I put this delicately?”
“What seems to be the matter Mr. Khun?” Baam was eating breakfast, today just a banana and some cereal before starting prep for the floor’s test with the rest of the group.
“You know you need to fuck her right?” Baam choked on her milk while Androssi’s head popped in from the corridor, “You tell him Khun!”
“You don’t get to talk! We wouldn’t be in this mess if you weren’t such a horny brat!” She just gave an annoyed grumble and darted out.

Turning back to Baam he went to give her a friendly pat on the back, but froze, still unused to her appearance. Sighing he sat down next to him.
“Look we all understand your situation. None of us are happy about this either, but it’s the only way forward. Your abilities are still a mess in this state and more importantly your teacher is coming in for a checkup. It was going to be a surprise visit but thankfully he gave us a shopping list for dinner tomorrow. I know he’s not exactly the murderous psychopath of the past, but I think you can imagine how he’d react to anything happening to his star pupil.” She brushed some cereal bits from a sweatshirt she’d borrowed from Rak after her old wardrobe proved unusable.

“I know I need to do it, but every time I think about doing it I… freeze. It’s not like I didn’t like her, but I don’t know how to even do it. I’m afraid I’ll be insufficient.”
“Oh is it just performance anxiety?” Maybe this situation wasn’t so hopeless.
“I’ve learned a few things from years of maneuvering. I can give you a few tricks to… uh…” Now Khun was blushing. He scooted over an inch before quietly saying, “Never mind. I forgot that you’re… well maybe later when you’re back to normal. But you need to do it Baam.”
“I’ll… I’ll think about it.” Khun sighed and left the kitchen to the curious glances of the rest of the team. They had all agreed to try and get this done. And today was do or die.
“Well that was an abject failure. Who’s next? One of us has to get through to him.”

MISENG’S ATTEMPT

“-and Androssi’s really cool and all the papers say she’s attractive. You’d make a cute couple.”
“Miseng I appreciate the effort, but I’m really not-“
“But you two fit together so well! Me and Prince used to ship you even back during the workshop battle an-“
“Actually you never told me where Prince went after he left the team. What has he been doing recently?”
“…”
“Miseng are you crying?”
“N-no! I just need a minute to uh…”

RAK’S ATTEMPT

“MATE WITH THE WITCH TURTLE!!!”
“It’s not that easy Rak I can’t just-“
“OF COURSE YOU CAN!! TURTLES RUT ALL THE TIME IN THE WILD. USE YOUR BANANA AND STOP BEING WEIRD!! GO BACK TO BEING THE BLACK TURTLE!!!”
“Um… I don’t have my banana anymore Rak.”
“WHAT!? HOW COULD YOU LOSE THAT?”
“No when Androssi changed me… I’d rather not talk abou-“
“I’LL FIND IT FOR YOU!! WHERE IS THE WITCH TURTLE?!!”

YEON’S ATTEMPT

“…”
“Um Miss Yeon did you want to say something?”
“psspssspssspss”
“Sorry could you repeat that? And why are you blushing?”
“…”
“I’ve already told the others I’m not ready to sleep with Miss Androssi yet. I will eventually but… Uhm your glass is melting.”
“Oh… You’re right. I hope you two are happy together.”
“Wait where are you going Miss Yeon?! The table is on fire!”
“The next person can deal with it.”

RAK’S ATTEMPT PART 2

“MATE ALREADY!!”
“I’m not Baam you stupid crocodile!”
“WITCH TURTLE? WHERE IS HIS BANANA?! GIVE IT BACK!”
“I can’t until Baam STEPS UP!”
“WHAT THE HELL IS BLACK TURTLE WAITING FOR?”
“I DON’T FUCKING KNOW ASK HIM!!!!”

HWA RYUN

Ryun just sat for a minute, waiting for her water to boil while Baam sat patiently, expecting her to talk. After a few minutes of silent fidgeting, Baam decided to get it over with.
“I assume you’re here to tell me like the rest of them? I do appreciate you giving me some time at least, but you know I can-“
“Do you know why I waited Baam?” The resulting silence was broken by the quavering whine of the teapot, Hwa Ryun using her staff to reach from across the room and pour it once hooked. After years of determining his path and divining the future, Baam had it ingrained in him to basically shut up and listen when she started talking, which rarely happened unprompted.

“You needed time to get used to your new body. I could see many ways this would have played out and if you had done it the first day it would have been a disaster.”
“You could see us-”
“Fucking? Yes. I was honestly embarrassed for you. Don’t ask how many times I had to see you two screwing poorly before finding the path you needed.” She took a sip while Baam’s face turned red.
“Basically I waited until you experimented a bit with your new body so you wouldn’t just flop like a dying fish when the time came. I was admittedly surprised given your modesty how quickly you started playing with yourself.
“Miss Ryun I’d never defil-“
“My room is next to yours and the walls are thin. Do you really want to argue?”
“…”
“I thought so. Now listen to me Baam, consider these orders from high above. You are going into her room in one hour. Do everything to her that you’ve been doing for the last two weeks and you’re going to keep doing it until you get your dick back. And this time make sure it stays between your legs. If you don’t then the higher ups will find out about this and the more sadistic ones will probably kill your friends and force you two together. Now man up. I’ll tell Androssi to get ready. I assume you have no objections correct?”
“…yes Miss Ryun.” She finished her tea and began to exit towards the hall when she thought better of it and turned back to give him one last piece of advice.
“Be assertive. You might as well try to enjoy this.” And with that she left.

The rest of the group looked on expectantly as she exited, waiting with baited breath if she had been successful.
“He’ll do it.” She waited for the cheering to die down before asking, “And where is our spoiled princess?”
“I think Rak chased her away. He was yelling about bananas. So how did you get him to-“ Hwa Ryun was already halfway down the hall, not interested in idle chit-chat.

KNOCK! KNOCK! Something fell followed by frantic footsteps as Androssi reached the door.
“I’m ready to be ravished Ba- oh it’s you.” Hwa Ryun really wanted to club the sour look off of her face considering all this was her fault in the first place, but she relented.
“Congrats he finally caved in. Baam’s coming in an hour. I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Really?! I mean, I knew he’d come around eventually.” Ryun was already walking away. Well she didn’t care much for that bitch anyway. Still the last thing she said did seem to stick with her. She knew what she was doing right? Gah, it was better not to let that guide get in her head. Soon Baam would be here and finally they’d have sex and she’d be… uh…

Now that she actually thought about it, what was supposed to happen during sex? God dammit her magazines only covered how to get men into bed, not what to do with them once they were there. And now that her mind was going down that path, wasn’t she a virgin? Well Baam wasn’t under any stupid vow of chastity, surely he had time to experience… oh god that was a stupid thought. What the fuck was she going to do?

The minutes felt like seconds, the hour passing by as her mind raced, trying to dredge up anything about sex that she could remember. Knock knock. Those gentle taps could only mean one thing, but there was no way an hour had passed right? Checking her pocket for the time, sure enough she had squandered her planning time worrying. Her heart raced faster than her mind, the proceedings now colored with dread as she approached her door. Why couldn’t Baam be the assertive type? At least he wouldn’t know any better. Gripping the handle, she turned it, checking in the reflection that she had her best sexy face on. She’d come too far not to cum now.
“Finally done leaving me waiting Ba-MMPH! MMMMM???!”

The last thing she’d expected was for Baam to make the first move, his hands pulling her head in for a kiss. Their lips smacked as his tongue playfully darted in and out, eventually rubbing against her own as they pushed into the bedroom, Baam kicking the door closed. Before she knew it Androssi found her back pressed against her bed, Baam’s hands fumbling with the buttons and straps on her blouse and dress. Soon everything was loose as Baam stopped the makeout session to unclasp her bra, quickly undoing his own as well as he slipped out of the sweatshirt, freeing his breasts while Androssi shimmied out of the rest of hers. He started planting kisses, going from her lips down the nape of her neck and lower until he found his mouth at her left nipple. Teasing it with his tongue, he waited until it was rock hard before giving it a playful nip, Androssi shrieking happily.

“Oh Baam.” It was better than she could have imagined, all of her worries lost to ecstasy as he ravaged her, one hand groping her other breast as the other moved below, tracing the lips of her vulva, her vagina growing damp, her body begging for more.
“OH Baam!” He was mercilessly kneading her breasts, warmth growing below as she started leaking. Baam could feel his fingers soaked from the lubricant, two fingers pushing inwards with an exploratory prod to overjoyed groans from Androssi before he jabbed them in her. They pistoned inside her, going in and out vigorously as she approached a climax, then he slipped a third finger in.
“OHHH BAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!!!”

“What are you all doing?” Khun had spent most of the day going over battle plans, relieved that he could rely on Baam’s abilities again and that things were finally going to approach some semblance of normalcy.  After reworking the main strategy, he felt famished and left his room to grab a snack when he saw most of his team peeking around the corner across from where Androssi’s room was.
“We think something’s wrong. Baam’s been in there for at least an hour and we have yet to hear even the slightest peep.”
“THE WITCH TURTLE MIGHT DOING MORE BANANA MAGIC ON THE BLACK TURTLE!”
“I was just curious and had to see what’d happen!” He rubbed the side of his temples. Sometimes he’d wonder how a team full of so many idiots could climb this far up the tower.

“I figured Baam has been through enough so I soundproofed their room ahead of time. Don’t you three have anything better to do?”
“No!” All three answered simultaneously, Yeon, Rak and Miseng showing varying degrees of shame, annoyance and disappointment.
“Well then it’s a good thing I finished our new battle strategy. I’ll expect you all to have it memorized and ingrained by tomorrow. Now get going, the show’s over.” They all grumbled, each glancing at the mysterious room before retreating back to their own. He swore he’d kill Androssi for all of this when they finished, or at the very least throw out her wardrobe the next time she was out.

He did admit he was a little curious what was going on in there considering it had been a while with no word from them. Well he assumed Baam was probably taking her time or more likely, still building up courage in there while Androssi did her thing. As if on cue, the handle turned, the door slowly opening as Baam popped his head out. Khun had never been happier to see Baam’s normal face. Well okay their first reunion was still the best, but god damn was he relieved.
“Baam you’re back! You’re really really… naked aren’t you?” The body language made it obvious and only his head was visible.
“I was hoping no one was out, but I would really appreciate it if you brought me some from my room.”
“Sure but Baam, how are you doing? What happened in there? Want to talk about it?” All he did was blush before forcing out a, “I’d rather not.”
“Fine fine. I’ll also bring two copies of the new battle strategy. Make sure Androssi-“
“I don’t think she’ll be able to do much for the rest of the day. Possibly most of tomorrow.” Khun arched an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued, but he kept his mouth shut and went to get some clothes for Baam.

Baam was also feeling exhausted, an hour of fucking someone with the strength of a hundred people and the stamina of a thousand into submission was already a daunting challenge. Add onto that the reverse transformation which had felt almost as good as the first and Baam was exhausted both physically and mentally from the whole affair. Still he was happy to feel comfortable again in his own body. He was still a bit shocked he had had it in himself to do all that with her, but it had been satisfying to fully let go and give in to his baser urges. Plus he couldn’t deny how it had felt.

For now he was fully satisfied, but he had noticed a mostly full flask on the corner of her night table while they were scissoring. There was no way of knowing what was in it, but if it was what he thought, well… Perhaps another go wouldn’t be too bad. He shook his head, ashamed of the thought. That was just the exhaustion talking. But if it wasn’t… He eyed the flask, still waiting for his clothes to come. Well, they’d just have to be more discreet.