Kira the red twisted and turned in her sleep, flimsy blankets snaked around her as she relived the nightmare not a week past.
It was a simple mission, ordered by their wizard Krysta's guild. A member had gone rogue. They were to dispatch him for a hefty fee. Kira hated these missions, most so because they gave the haughty half-elf more reason to lord over them.
But that was not the nightmare. The nightmare was at the top of the wizard's tower, the four of them against a graying old man and his apprentice. It wasn't really a battle at all.
And then the old wizard did something unexpected. At least, Kira thought it was unexpected. Maybe wizards do this all the time? No, that would be too good to be true. He cast a spell. There was the sound of thunder, and pink. A wave of pink.
Krysta being the closest was hit first, and screamed, which turned into giggles.
That did nothing to stop Kira, who was already charging the wizard, her great axe raised.
She passed through the pink wave like mist, laughing at first. It was nothing. Only then, things felt wrong. Her axe was heavy. Her balance was off. The mist was changing her.
She barreled towards the wizard, using every ounce of her strength to hold her weapon aloft.
The look on his face was pure shock as gravity did the bulk of the work cleaving him in two.
Kira sat straight up sweating, the fire now embers. The action caused her to jiggle, her new massive breasts heaving with every breath while her long pink hair stuck to her. She cursed her new body. Sure, she had never been the prettiest before, with some ogre in her blood. But she prided herself on her rippling muscles and her flame red hair. Now those muscles were buried below layers of fat: voluptuous curves that caused her to jiggle with every step. And massive tits. And her hair was pink. Fucking pink. Who would fear Kira the Pink?
Kira knew she wouldn't be getting any more sleep tonight. Not with the state of the rest of her party, and the uncomfortable emptiness between her legs she ignored. She stood stretching her curvy 7' form. She wished she could practice with her axe, but it was far to heavy for her now. Not that she couldn't use other weapons to blow off some steam.
For now though, she had to check on the rest of the party. She let her eyes adjust to the darkness.
Krysta was writhing, not in pain, but touching herself. Her long, now light pink, hair clung to her glistening body. And what a body it was. The half elf had been closest to the wizard spell and suffered the greatest effects: Tits rivaling Kira's on a much smaller frame, lips with only one purpose, and an ass that, well Kira knew she wasn't gay but that gorgeous behind made her question it. As for the poor wizard's mind, it was gone. Completely replaced with sex. The poor girl could barely function. Not that Kira cared much, she was a huge bitch before.
Silva, the halfling pickpocket made less movement, mostly because she'd tied herself up that evening. She was on the other side of the camp and all Kira could really see of the thief was her shock of short pink hair. But even from here, she could tell the small woman who couldn't fit in any of her clothes anymore was breathing heavily through an improvised gag. Freak.
Kira had a bit of a panic attack finding Laurel. She thought the group's druid was missing until she heard wolves howling. That elf had always been a nature freak. Being turned into a bimbo just made it worse.
Kira was absolutely exhausted, and it was only noon. She had spent the rest of the night looking over the mage's books and notes for anything like the spell they were hit with.
She'd come up empty. At least she thought she did. She'd never really been the book type before and while she hadn't taken the mental hit the others had, the spell hadn't helped her intelligence score. Plus 'pink mist that turns everyone in a 30' circle into a fucking bimbo' seems like the kind of spell those horny wizard fucks would make a note of. Making breakfast, breaking camp nearly on her own. Loading the wagon. Hearing the others complain. Getting Laurel to sub in as a mule (with a pink mane and in heat of of course, ugh). Getting Silva and Krysta to fuck just so they would stop complaining about being bored (A mistake, the noises they made were more distracting). Counting down the miles to the nearest town and praying to every god she knew bandits wouldn't attack (Though at this point she wouldn't mind as long as they fucked her).
She was starting to suspect that being the least affected was the real curse. Then again, she shuddered thinking about it, if she was like the others they'd all be impaled on that old wizard's dick. She wasn't far gone enough to think that was a preferable fate.
Though if she didn't get a hard cock soon she might change her mind.
The party rolled into the town's tavern as the sun set. Kira flipped the stable hand a gold coin and told him to not look in the cart and let the mules have their fun. She dragged the half dressed rogue and wizard into the bar. She was met with silence as the mostly male crowd evaluated the newcomers.
Kira avoided throwing herself at the first dick there, physically pulling the other girls to the bar. She ordered a drink with the dead wizard's coin, downing it in a single gulp. Then another, and one more. She had made a decision during the long miles here and needed the liquid courage to go through with it.
Her party was no good as adventures anymore, that much was obvious. And if there was a cure for whatever hit them (and that was a big if), the wizards were going to charge her more than she was worth. Probably more than the kingdom was worth.
But there was one thing she and her party could still do. A profession older than monster slaying and killing for hire. And it would get her fucking laid.
"Alright everyone, listen up here. If you want one of my girls it's 20 gold a go. This halfling can contort into positions you wouldn't believe and the half elf is up for anything." She paused a moment. "And if you want me, you have to beat me at an arm wrestling match."
She didn't bother to see what happened to her party members, heading straight to the biggest man in the room. "If I beat you I'm going to rip your nuts off."
Kira sighed, rubbing her belly. She felt a kick. Her husband, the one who beat her at arm wrestling all that time ago, wrapped his arm around her stomach. "Is the little man going to let me feel him kick?"
"Little man, psssh, this is clearly the next brothel madam."
"You never did tell me how you found those three insatiable sluts."
"Well, it's a long story-" Her husband removed his pants, and she instantly stopped, her mouth forming into an 'O' as she dropped to her knees.
"I see you're distracted. Maybe you can tell me another time."
