"Oh yeah, this is nice," Barkley moaned in her new alto voice. Leaning back, she laughed as the remaining buttons on her strained shirt finally gave up the fight and ejected in all directions, letting her bountiful chest spill free.
As the "hammer guy" of the group and the oldest (though still the least mature), Barkley had been your standard berzerker type, often on the frontlines of the battle and dealing out tons of damage with every swing of his huge warhammer. As such, he was the biggest member of the group, both in muscle and height. Now, much of that bulk was dwindling fast to leave behind a much more feminine appearance with wide hips and trim waist. Still, she did retain enough athletic muscle to let you know she should not be underestimated.
On the other hand, most of her considerable height remained, thanks to her long legs. This meant that her perky breasts were currently at eye level for you, swaying and bouncing with each of her movements.
This was just too much, and you quickly turned away, cheeks burning. Noticing this, Barkley grinned. "Aw, why so shy? C'mere!"
With that, she grabbed you in a headlock as she often did when she roughhoused. Usually, this meant getting suffocated in teenager BO, but this time, the scent was much less overwhelming and unpleasant. In fact, you felt your body responding in ways you were just not ready for.
"Lay off! Hey!" You grunted, wriggling out of Barkley's grasp and pushing away. Only your hand ended up mashing right into her right breast through her open shirt.
"Mmmm," Barkley moaned, closing her eyes. "Do that again!"
"Ugh, no!" You jumped back and retreated. On the sidelines, Rupia was quaking with laughter.
Barkley pouted. Just when did she learn to do that? "Fine! I'll go find Ed. I'm sure she'd be willing to play." Primly hefting her hammer, she strode off, her hips swaying with every step.
Leaning against the bar, you took a deep breath.
"One to go," Rupia giggled, sliding over the last potion. "I promise it'll help with that." She gestured towards the tent in your pants. "But don't worry. I'm pretty sure you won't miss it."
Staring down at that tent, you ask yourself if you are really prepared to part with it permanently.