“And that’s not all,” said a voice out of nowhere.
“Who said that?” Andrew demanded. There was laughter all around him, like the tinkling of little bells. “Are you another player?”
“What’s a player, you silly sprite?” A tiny hand tapped Andrew on her shoulder and behind him there hovered a tiny fairy, like himself, except she was chubby like an overfed chipmunk. “I’m Holly! You look new!”
“Thanks…”
“You know all your powers yet? I’ve been living in this temple for years,” she squealed, “…and I know all of my powers. Watch!” Holly waved her hands and turned invisible.
“That’s awesome,” Andrew nodded.
“Not as awesome as this…”
“As what?”
“Up here…”
Andrew looked up and Holly stood as tall as a giant. Andrew could see right up her leafy skirt and see her pink, glistening vulva. “That IS awesome!”
Holly shrank down to fairy size. “Here’s another one I like to try on adventurers.”
Suddenly Andrew felt her tiny pussy tingling and dripping. “Oh…oh no…I feel…weird!”
“I know! It’s so fun to watch the adventurers pant and look for something to grind on, especially when there’s a monster around!”
“Can you…get rid of this…now?”
“Later, watch what else I can do. Oh! Here comes an adventurer now…”
The adventurer walked into the Warp Zone, carrying a hand-written map but still lost. He wore leather armor, from head to toe.
“He thinks he’s pretty safe, but he’s about to walk right into a trap,” Holly giggled.
Andrew was too worried about her sweating cunt to pay much attention, but as the adventurer wandered the room, he tugged at his armor and shifted uneasily. “This stuff pinches too much,” he said, not noticing his belly puffing out under his breastplate.
Andrew didn’t notice at first because of all the body armor, but the knight was getting thicker. His leather tunic stretched so much his tan skin bulged out from under it. His leg armor creaked under the pressure from his waddling. When he finally looked down his belly was so big that he couldn’t see his feet.
“Damn it!” he squeaked.
“Now he’ll reach for his iron knife, but it’s too late,” Holly squealed.
“Too…tight…” His cheeks were as big as pies and his head sat atop a giant double-chin. His armor was too tight fir his sausage fingers to take it off. Flesh bulged through all the chinks.
Pow! His breastplate shot across the chamber and out flopped two enormous boobs. His cloth was flabby and smooth. “Help!” he cried girlishly. “I can’t move!”
“We can leave him for the dungeon spiders,” said Holly. “Let’s go!”