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She sobbed again, and it was in this state that she became aware of her magic, deep inside herself where she'd gone to try and hide from her body. She had always been able to feel magic, had always felt the connection, felt it strengthen through her time in Seminary, but now... now she felt less like an instrument of her God's will and more like a conduit, their energy flowing unimpeded through her body. It wasn't like her usual spells, beseeching her God to allow her to mend a few wounds on the body of an ally. It felt more like she'd been given a parcel of her God's radiance, to do with as she pleased. Celia slowly got up, her legs scrambling awkwardly until she could get them under her huge spider abdomen, the hairy bulb bigger than the rest of her. She felt tingly, her senses altered, the illuminated cavern seeming to change subtly when she focused on them. The lights seemed to glow brighter when she looked at them, stone seemed more resilient when she thought of its solidity.
Jillian.
Jillian would know what to do. She had to. Celia stepped off the dais and made for Jillian's hallway, but first she had to get down, and she was barely finding stable footing on flat ground. Slowly, she put her first leg down on the step, then moved another one onto the next step. Unfortunately, for all her magical power, her coordination wasn't up to drider levels yet, and when she tried to bring an opposite leg to move down another step she lifted all her left legs, pitching down the stairs towards the ground, tumbling end over end once before screeching to a halt inches from the floor as she reflexively levitated. Blinking what eyes of hers she could, Celia righted herself, merely having to think it and turning rightside-up. Exhaling, Celia shakily set herself down and continued down the hallway towards Jillian.

The clicking sound her legs made as they tapped against the floor one after another made her skin crawl, but soon enough she could see the shimmering globe of Jillian's backside in the magic light that seemed to illuminate Celia's path wherever she went. Celia could hear Jillian moaning as she approached, still in the throes of her ravenous hunger.
"J-jillian...?" Celia started, trying to see around the giant spherical mass of blue jelly. "Jillian? Can you hear me?"
The moaning ceased, and the huge blob of jelly seemed to shudder and jiggle, a definite sense of movement, but the enormous blob didn't seem to actually be doing anything. Celia lurched back when the surface of the blob buldged out at her, her two front legs raising with their points toward Jillian out of reflex. The lump pushed and surged, three distinct shapes extending out of it, two drooping down while the third extended toward Celia. Celia whimpered as the shape extending towards her pinched in and gained definition, Jillian's features- or a reasonable fascimile thereof- etching themselves on the surface of the blob, even her hair seeming to rise out of the back of the protrusion as the two lower blobs- her pendulous breasts- continued to fill and bloat, until Jillian looked just the same as when she and Rena had left her at the other end of the hallway.
"Oooh... hello..." Jillian said, smiling slightly. She almost looked drunk. "I don't suppose you have any food, do you?"
"Jillian..." Celia started, easing back a step. "Jillian, I need to know how to change you back. I'm not that's good at magic, not like you."
"Magic...?" Jillian asked, her head tilting nearly entirely sideways. "Oooh, I know a conjure food spell... somewhere..."
"Jillian?" Celia offered, her brow furrowing oddly around her eight eyes. "Jillian."
Jillian looked at the drider queen, furrows appearing in her face's ooze. "...Hey. YOu got any food? I'm sooo hungry..."
"Jillian. Jillian, please..." Celia said, tears brimming under her two main eyes. "It's me, Celia."
"Oooh... Are you sure you don't have any food...?" Jillian asked, Celia's name not sparking the barest hint of recognition in her. "Something smells good in your clothes..."
Celia's brow furrowed again. She didn't have anything in her robes, she'd left all her equipment on the dais. She looked down at herself, realizing the only thing in her robes were the raggedy bits of flesh and copious amount of blood from her transformation.
"J-Jillian, I-I don't have anything..." Celia stammered, backing another step away from the slime girl. "Jillian, please, it's Celia. Remember?"
"Just... mmm... just lemme get a sniff of your robe..." Jillian said, reaching out to Celia with a translucent hand.

Celia swallowed hard. It was clear Jillian wouldn't be able to help her, but what else could she do? She thought back to the sheet she had read, about the Maag and it's powers. Wishes. She'd heard of wishes before, of clerics and other holy warriors being able to directly ask the gods for this or that boon. Could the Maag really have given her that much power? Closing her eyes, Celia thought for only a moment.
"I wish Jillian was how I remembered her," She thought, and reached out to take Jillian's hand in her own. She hissed as she felt the acidic ooze sear the skin between her fingers, but just as quickly it was gone, the goo still cold and slimy but no longer acidic. She pushed her magic into Jillian, the conduit jumping across her and into the transformed sorceress. The slime-girl's face seemed more perplexed than anything else, some odd feeling or another making her forget aout her hunger however temporarily. With a hissing and bubbling sound, Jillian started to shrink, her enormous bulk detatching from the walls and gathering towards her torso.
"What's... ooohhh... what's happening...?" Jillian said, her torso seeming to lose cohesion for a moment, her back and neck wavering side to side as she shrunk.
Please, Celia thought as she pushed the magic into her friend. Please come back to me, Jillian.
Jillian seemed to faint, her fingers sliding out of Celia's grip as she drooped forward, her head falling into her enormous cleavage as she continued to shrink, muttering incoherently.
She felt the flow of magic stop, the sensation just gone, as though she'd been holding onto an uncoiling rope and the end had just flown past her hands. She could still feel the power in her, but... less, somehow. She'd given Jillian all she could handle, and now, as Celia watched the hallway-filling monster shrink down to her eye level, she just had to hope it had been enough.
"Uurrrwoooo..." Jillian moaned. Slowly bringing her head back up to look at Celia. She was still huge, the bloated sphere of a stomach she was laying on wider than even the farthest feet of Celia's splayed-out stance, her enormous, heavy breasts drooping nearly to the floor atop it. A huge lump of goo rose out of the small of her back, imitating some kind of obscene exaggeration of Jillian's rear end.
"Jillian...?" Celia asked, backing up another step. "Jillian, can you hear me?"
"Oooh... I'm sooo hunnnngryyy..." Jillian moaned, and Celia's face fell. It hadn't worked...
"...What in the nine hells happened to me?!" Jillian suddenly snapped, and Celia's eyes flicked up to her friend, who was staring at her translucent hands.
"Jillian!" Celia exclaimed, spreading her arms wide like she was going to embrace Jillian. In reponse, the goo-girl's eyes went wide and she stuck a hand out, doing a quick arcane chant. Before Celia could recall what spell Jillian had cast, though, the sorceress' hand bulged and exploded, pelting the walls and ceiling with a smattering of blue droplets, a few even landing on Celia's face and chest. Celia blinked in surprise, watching Jillian's hand re-form itself, Jillian's blank eyes staring wide at the regenerating appendage.
"O-kay, note to self, fireball spells don't work as... whatever I am."
"J-Jillian?" Celia started again, noticing that at least the slime no longer felt acidic. "Jillian, it's Celia."
Jillian looked at the drider queen, her translucent brow furrowing. "...No you're not. Are you? Am I hallucinating? The last thing I remember was pushing through the magic barrier..."
"Yes, it's me," Celia said, taking a step forward. "I, I know it doesn't look like it, but it's me. The Maag, it, it changed me."
Jillian tried to prop herself up on her elbows, taking a few tries because her arms kept sinking into her breasts, until she finally was able to get herself into a position to look Celia over more critically. "...Should have known, I guess. That sounded like an artifact of Lloth. But what's it doing so close to the surface? And where is it?"
"It, um, broke," Celia replied, looking down and adjusting her robe to try and better cover all four of her breasts.
"It BROKE?" Jillian exclaimed, her brow rising more than was humanly possible, the shimmering orbs of her eyes bugging out slightly.
"It- it gave me its power!" Celia exclaimed. "I didn't want to, but I needed it to fix you guys!"
Jillian's features contorted into a cross between resntment and resignation, looking down at her bloated form. "Well, okay, so fix me."
"Um..." Celia said, twiddling her fingers. "I, uh, I did already."
Jillian tiled her head at Celia, mouth slightly agape. "...Does this look fixed to you?" She asked, sinking a finger entirely into her flesh.
"Well, I mean, you're better than you were," Celia protested. "At least you aren't filling the entire hallway and can go for an entire sentence without talking about food..."
"Okay, yes, very nice," Jillian said. "Now please, do whatever it is you need to do to get me back to normal."
"O-okay..." Celia said, reaching into her mind to try and change Jillian the rest of the way back. She could still feel the power, but it felt different this time- the 'parcel' felt lighter, less substantial, like it was missing a piece. "Er..."
"What?" Jillian asked, trying not to sound impatient but understandably eager to longer be an enormous blob of distended gelatin.
"I, um..." Celia said, shifting her weight from one row of legs to another, "I... don't know if I have enough power."
"You're *kidding* me," Jillian started.
"Can- can you walk?" Celia asked.
"I don't even have legs!" Jillian retorted.
"I know! I know! I'm sorry!" Celia cried, backing away. "I just- I want to make sure I can at least get everyone back to the village, you know? Then we can find a temple or something to fix us the rest of the way, but if I don't shrink Copperpot and calm Rena they'll never leave this crypt!"
"I- but- rrrgh..." Jillian muttered, her conscience agreeing with Celia even if her ego demanded she be made fully human.
"...And plus there's more food in the entrance, if you remember...."
Jillian reflexively perked up, then sighed. "All right, all right, let me see if I can..." She started, rolling back on the enormous sphere of her stomach and trying to right herself. Celia moved around Jillian's side, her enormous bulk still forcing the drider to hug the wall if she didn't want to get one of her feet in Jillian's belly. As the huge sphere finally lifted off the ground, Celia could see a long, flared tube descending from Jillian's huge backside, looking not unlike Ceila's own robes if they were made of translucent blue jelly.
"Hooopf... it's a good thing I'm see-through, I guess," Jillian said as she turned around, Celia noticing that between her spherical belly and her fat, heavy bosoms, Jillian's flesh stacked just higher than her eyes, the sorceress unable to see directly in front of her save by looking through her impressive curves.
Celia skittered around Jillian, shivering a bit as she felt her legs brace against the wall almost instinctively, keeping her balance as she moved forward down the hall. A Drow. Not just a Drow, but a drider, an abomination known from coast to coast as one of the darkest, most evil of monsters. She wondered if she'd get excommunicated for this, for being a living symbol of all that's evil and terrible in the Underdark. But none of that mattered, for now. Now all she had to do was get Copperpot and Rena back.