Patreon Prompt 248

Prompt: Rolling a fumble mid combat with a group of female bandits, an elven sorceress finds herself and her attackers immobilized as they all are transformed into massive juicy slob berries.

   The initial fear Ashla felt as she was surrounded by bandits was put at ease as the elven woman took note of the member’s feminine curves. Any respect she could muster for the go getting women in these times of repression was replaced with terror once more as she watched them unsheathe their weapons and demand her to come with them. Unable to find an escape route, she wracked her brain trying to think of a spell to save her skin. Though she managed to think of one, her panicked state led to her fumbling the incantation and ensnaring herself in the weave of magic.

   One by one the bandits stopped moving at their bodies became wracked with shivers and gas. As Ashla began to spout out frequent burps and farts of her own, she took notice of the fact that her attackers’ curves were becoming distorted as their mid-sections swelled with heft. Ripping through their clothes, the bandits could do little to stop their arms and legs from sinking into their growing mass. Following in the same path as her captors, Ashla found the fact that she knew what was coming next offered little comfort.

   Various shades of color spread across the women’s skin around the time their bodies had grown to the size of carriages. Wobbling about on their globular forms, their continued output of gas was accompanied with the scent of various fruits. The pleasant aroma that surrounded the swollen women did little to take away from the sight of their plumped up breasts beginning to leak out juice. Though the bandit women were initially freaked out by their strange states, their voices soon became muffled from a deluge of gas and juice leaking from their mouths.

   Watching as droplets began to fall out from the bandits’ nether regions, Ashla found the similar leakage from her womanhood filled her with a strange sense of wanting. The sorceress was surprised to see the bandits maneuver their forms about in an effort to sample each other’s tastes. Upon hearing the uproar of euphoric moans intermixed with the various burps and farts, Ashla took a mental note to add this discovery to her notes once the spell wore off. Until then, she would pass the time rolling over to her former assailants to join in the strange pleasure of being a gassy berry.