Jasmine - Chapter One - Page Seven

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Without hesitation, Jasmine pops the cork and slugs back the strange, thick. It has a sweet taste, and slides down her throat smoothly.

She stands there, for a moment, waiting for any sort of effect. After a few moments she decides that if there is any effect, it isn't coming about very quickly. 

Whatever, she thinks to herself, maybe I'll notice something later?

Sighing, Jasmine hustled with a huff to catch up to the cart, chucking the bottle into the woods to avoid being seen with it. 

The day went on long and slow, ending with a camp built on the shore of a creek. Just as the tents finish being set up, Jasmine feels a rumble growling up from her belly, and a deep, heavy hunger sets in.

Oh my god, I'm so fucking hungry! I know it was a long day of walking, but I don't ever think I've been so hungry! Is this what the bottle did?

Jasmine had taken appetite enhancing magic before, at a party her parents had taken her to. At feasts, nobles often slipped them into everyone's drink to make sure they could take full advantage of the hedonistic buffets. This, however, feels different. Somehow painful.

Rather than giving her extra capacity to eat, it feels as if it's giving her a need to eat. Licking her lips and clutching her gut, Jasmine walks to Alexis and taps the large woman's shoulder.

"What is it, my little glutton?" She asks, flirtatiously.

"I'm, uh, REALLY hungry."

"The only time I've seen you not hungry is within an hour after you've eaten," Alexis remarks with a smile.

Jasmine lunches her arm, and frowns, "not funny! Seriously, I'm absurdly hungry. Like, way hungrier than I should be."

Alexis looks her up and down, inquisitively. "Alright, I'll get to hunting. There's still a couple sweet buns in my te-"

Jasmine interrupts her with motion, dashing quickly into her tent. Searching with hungry hands she finds the buns and shoves the sweet pastries down her greedy gullet, not even noticing the flavor as she normally obsesses over.

Within seconds the heavy, creamy pastries have been devoured, and Jasmine turns onto the ground, laying on her back, and clutching her belly. "I need more foooooood," she whines.

"Don't worry, chubby. I'll be back soon with food. And I'll cast some crawfish traps in the creek before I go. I'll get you some gumbo tonight, no matter what elae. Eat the rest of my rations, a few days for me should sate you for at least an hour."

With a smile, Alexis leaves the campsite, drops traps in the creek, then heads into the woods, sword drawn.

Hungrily rolling onto her belly, Jasmine scours the tent until she finds the dried meat, fruit and bread in Alexis's travel supplies. She unpackages the food and gobbles it down greedily, eating day after day's worth of rations until a small satisfaction creeps over her.

Still hungry, but satisfied enough to wait for Alexis, Jasmine lays on her back and waits for her to return, cradling her aching belly. That was a lot of food, I should feel full, by now, she thinks to herself.

It was a long time before Alexis came back with skinned rabita and threw them on the fire. She then checked her traps and grabbed a pot to start a pot of gumbo. 

"When do I get food?" Jasmine asked, cradling her belly.

"Soon. Man, I can't believe you got so out of shape in just a week that this is how you feel after a day of walking."

"I don't think its just that," Jasmine says out loud, meaning to think it instead.

"Then what is it?"

------------------ Bluff check: Passed!

"Oh, just being around you and your cooking, makes me go a little crazy."

Alexis looks a little concerned, but her expression shifts into a smile. "Well, me and my cooking are here for you, Greedy Gut."

Belly aching, Jasmine didn't get up, but laughed at her nickname. Her stomach feels painfully full and sated, yet achingly empty and in the throws of powerful cravings. She feels a need to eat and consume, but isn't certain she still has the physical capacity for more.

After some time she finds several rabbit kebabs and a bowl of fresh gumbo sitting beside her, Alexis standing over her, just outside the tent.

Without so much as a word, Jasmine leans over and munches down on kebabs while slurping the crawfish stew. As she dives into the gluttony she feels strong hands rubbing over her rounded gut, carressing it gently as it fills to an aching point of fullness.

It takes some time to finish it up, but once she finishes it the chubby woman flops onto her back and moaning in pleasure. "I'm soooo fullll," she says, puffing out her cheeks and pouting. 

Alexis smiles, rubbing over the overfull gut of Jasmine. "You really are," she says, smiling. 

"I think... *BELCH.* ... I need to sleep..." 

"Does that mean I don't get another fun night, tonight?" Alexis asks. 

"Can't... Move..." Jasmine says with a moan, stretching her arms out and letting them flop to the side, as if showing how immobilized she is.

"Okay, that's fair. But I spent my evening feeding you, and you collapsed in my tent, so I'm gonna touch your body while I get off tonight," Alexis says, feeling Jasmine's belly up and down, unlacing her clothes, and pulling them off.

"Okay, maybe I'll help a little..." Jasmine moams, smiling, and tracing one hand to her womanhood and one to Alexis's breast, slipping her hand under the warriors shirt.

The two spend their night in passion, and collapse asleep together. As the warm reaches of sleep grab Jasmine's mind, she feels a warm tingle pusling in her breasts, but doesn't feel the mental capacity to think about it as she slips away from wakefulness.

Jasmine wakes up early, feeling a warm pile of flesh pressing in on her throat. She reaches up to lift what she assumes is Alexis's arm off of her neck, but find the flesh is attached to her chest.

The chubby wizardress shoots up to a sitting position with a jump, feeling anxiousness and shock at her situation. Looking down she sees and feels breasts that look nothing like her own. Each is three times the size of her former breast together.

Is this the result if all the food I ate? No, this is even more mass than all that. The appetite must've just been a side effect. Looks like the main purpose is these... Breasts...

The lumps of flesh strain her under shirt to it's limits, having ripped apart the small shoulder straps, and she can feel seems stretching and ripping along her sides and back. Holding one breast in her hand she feels the heft of it in full. 

The sign on the bottle... 1 st. and a picture of breasts... Did it really give me an entire stone of breast fat?! That's fifteen pounds! She sat there contemplating her situation. Okay, look not he bright side. Big boobs are sexy! Maybe this is a little much, and my clothes aren't gonna handle my bust anymore. Gods, I'll need to have all my clothing custom tailored with a figure like this! But at least it's sexy. 

Looking beside her she sees Alexis starting to stir in her bed. The taller woman wakes up with a yawn and slips up behind Jasmine, eyes groggy with sleep. She presses herself to Jasmine's back, her softness warm on Jasmine's skin. 

A hand creeps up and around to Jasmine's chest, leaving her shivering with fear at explaining this absurd situation. 

Alexis whispers into her ear, "good morning sexy, how did you sl- What the fuck?!?" Alexis yells, jumping back as her hand touches Jasmine's fat filled breast. 

"I- I- I- I may have... Drank a potion that fell off of the cart," Jasmine admits, looking over her shoulder and smoldering at Alexis.

Alexis collects herself and sighs.  "We have a problem then," she says.

"Please don't kill me!" Jasmine shouts.

Alexis stops and laughs. "I'm not gonna kill you. The problem is our employers are selling fat flasks. They're potions that have someone else's fat in them. Highly illegal, since they harm the person the fat is extracted from. Not too dangerous to users, but still illegal."

"Wait... How do you know all this?"

"I found these people because I was hunting down the seller. My village is in a bountiful valley with great hunters, so even though we aren't rich, our women are very, very fat. Because if that were targeted by fat flask slavers for stock. Any fat woman in a city is Hugh status enough that she has either the means or bodyguards to defend themselve. Every wife in my village is the size of a higher noble in a city, so they're easy targets."

"And you're looking to stop it?" Jasmine asks. 

"Aye. That, and collect the bounty. My sources showed me the wya to these people, but I didn't have proof, so I decided to follow until I had evidence."

"So... We need to go collect the bounty?"

"If you're up for it. Looks like we've gone from bodyguards, to bounty hunters."

Jasmine nods. "What do we do with the fat flasks?"

Alexis sighs. "If they have a girl still in that cart, we let her drink them to get her size back. They never take arm, back or face fat, so they leave the women in a strange state with their bodies in strange proportions. Otherwise, we'll need to keep most to prove their guilt, but if a greedy somebody wanted one or two... And frankly, I'll probably take some thighs, as well."

Jasmine flashes her a smile. "Alright, let's get going, I suppose. Time to confront these guys!"

-----------------Random Encounter Roll! (95/100 on the roll)

The two adventurers storm from their tent after waiting for Alexis to don her armor. They rush out to the sound of a screaming woman, and see the plump mistress of the cart with an arrow in her arm being led away by an elf who had taken over the reigns of the cart.

From the woods they can see silhouettes of elvish bandits running away through the woods, their source of pay and now, bounty target, being taken away. The trees of the road part as if by magic, and the cart hurtles into the woods.

"Huh," Alexis says, out loud. "What now?"

"Save me, you bitches!" The woman who once owned the cart yells as she's taken away.

Jasmine stands, taking in the absurdity of the situation, briefly.

"I'm... Not sure," Jasmine answers.