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Celia sighed as she approached the antechamber, heading for their backpacks. She had barely cleared the line of the door to the trapped chamber, turning to regard Copperpot, when one of her six spider-eyes caught a glint of metal, her reflexes twisting her head away, the barest prick against her skin as her magic stopped copperpot's thrown dagger from puncturing her face, the tip just barely sunk through her skin beneath her cheekbone. She stepped back, the dagger falling to the ground, only to see another dagger sailing end over end towards her. Celia's legs splayed out, dropping her and her spider abdomen to the floor as the blade sailed over her head. Another one heading for her heart caused her to jump up, and the world spun as her drider half seemed to move on its own, the eight spindly legs punching into the stone of the ceiling and leaving her hanging upside-down.
"Copper- ack!" Celia started, trying to call out the halfing's name but interrupted as her robe flopped down over her head. She dropped from the ceiling, whipping around again and finding herself now swinging like a pendulum, attached to the ceiling by a thick strand of webbing connected to the rear of her spider abdomen. "Copperpot! It's me, Celia!" She said, holding her hands up.
The halfling paused, an incredulous look on her face. "...The only person naive enough to think she could say that, looking like *that*, and expect me to actually listen is Celia," She said. "No one else would think something that stupid could *possibly* work."
"Um... so, does that mean you belive me...?" Celia asked, her swinging slowing.
Copperpot rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I believe you. Now what in the nine hells...!" she suddenly tensed up again, throwing another dagger that whizzed by Celia's ear and landed with a wet plop in the side of Jillian's face.
"...Well hello to you, too," Jillian said, the dagger sliding the rest of the way inside Jillian and beginning to rust and fizzle as she headed for the backpacks against the wall.
"...Jillian?" Copperpot asked.
"Y-yeah," Celia said, trying to figure out how to get her body to let go of the silk.
"...Good grief, this place really did a number on you guys. What about Rena, is she okay?"
"She's... stuck," Celia said, as Jillian began rifling through their backpacks for more rations.
Copperpot snorted. "At her size I'm not surprised. So did you find the treasure, or did you all get hit with the same traps as I did and we're limping home?"
"Well, I found the- aaakpth!" Celia exclaimed as her spider-legs finally poked enough holes in her silk to drop her to the ground. "I, uh, I found Iin's Maag," She said, getting up and rearranging her robes once again to try and cover her four breasts.
"Great!" Copperpot chirped. "Where is it?"
"She broke it," Jillian quipped from behind Celia, several days' worth of rations dissolving in her breasts and stomach.
"She what?!" Copperpot exclaimed, eyes wide.
"No! It's okay! Mostly!" Celia said, putting her hands up. "I got the Maag's power, it's jsut the... the container broke!" Celia walked up to the doorway, seeing Copperpot's breasts trying to escape its confines, the poor halfling wedged inside her own cleavage at eye-level. "I can still fix this, I think."
"You think?" Copperpot repeated. "You'd better be able to fix it, or you'll need an entire mining guild to get me out of here..."
"Shush and let me concentrate," Celia said, trying not to smile as she put her hand up to Copperpot's vast bosom.
"Let Copperpot be just as stealthy and easy to hide as she used to be," Celia thought, and she felt another piece of magic break off of the parcel and begin flowing into Copperpot.
"Finally," Copperpot said as her enormous breasts began to shrink. Celia kept her hand on Copperpot's bosom for as long as she could, until the halfling's feet finally touched the ground again. Celia felt the slipped-rope feeling again, and opened her eyes to see Copperpot trying unsuccessfully to pull the remains of her tunic over a pair of breasts each as large as her head.
"Well?" She huffed, looking up at Celia. "Can't see me from on top of all those spider legs? I'm still not normal size!"
"Er... I think you're done," Celia said, already feeling the empty spot in her "parcel".
"What? No I'm not," Copperpot said, finally giving up the struggle and just tucking her breasts into her split tunic as best she could, a generous amount of cleavage showing through the hole.
"I- I'll finish up later," Celia said, backing up a few steps. "I need to make sure I've got enough left to fix Rena."
"Why?" Copperpot said, jogging up next to Celia, holding her breasts still in her hands.
"I just... I can feel the power of the Maag in me, and each time I fix one of you I feel like I'm losing it. If I fix you guys up too much, I'm worried I won't be able to fix Rena." She smiled down at Copperpot. "And besides, you look the most normal out of all of us," She said.
"No halfling has a rack like this," Copperpot scoffed.
"Yeah, and I'm supposed to be a human," Jillian said from behind Celia. "And she's supposed to be a wood elf. You got off easy."
"If I wanted to spend the rest of my life in a brothel, maybe..." Copperpot grumbled, following Ceilia down the hallway.

They heard Rena before she could be seen, the grunts and snorts echoing down the hallway. Copperpot and Jillian looked at Celia, but said nothing as the drider continued walking down the hall, finally illuminating the pool of ichor, the many beetle carcases, and Rena's snarling, struggling, beastial form.
"What in the..." Copperpot breathed.
"That's... that's her?" Jillian asked.
Celia nodded. "She's even worse off than you were," She said to Jillian. "Even if all you talked about was food, at least you could speak. Rena can't even do that."
She sidled up in front of Rena, the beastial orc-monster once again grunting and straining against the ichor, which stretched and warped as she pulled against it but still refused to break or release Rena from its grip.
"Rena? Rena, can you hear me?"
The creature snorted and glared at Celia, eyes darting to Jillian and Copperpot.
"Hey! Hey, meathead!" Copperpot called out, worry creasing her features. "Quit messing around!"
"...She's really gone, isn't she?" Jillian said.
"I..." Celia started. "...Not if I can help it." She reached out a hand to Rena's face, and she snarled and snapped at her, Celia jerking her fingers back. She looked to Copperpot and Jillian, her brow furrowing.
"I, uh... I don't suppose..."
"YOu seriously think I could hold *that* still?" Copperpot answered, finishing Celia's question before she got it out.
"...I'm not even solid," Jillian said, spreading her arms.

Cellia sighed, looking at her friend again. She was the biggest person- well, the most solid, at least- and somehow she had to heal her friend. Saying another silent prayer to Rao, she hoped she could impart the peace and serenity of her deity onto the raging beast in front of her. She reached up, and Rena again snarled and shook her head, spittle flying off her fangs.
Celia's brow furrowed. She remembered Celia on the side of the road so long ago. Laying there, her insides barely held in her bowels by her hands, utterly delerious, blood trickling out of her mouth and nose... And still, looking at the completely empty glare, the blank stare that belied no spark of intelligence, nothing beyond blind hatred, she looked more pathetic than ever. She swallowed hard, looking at Rena's struggling form, and decided what she needed to do.
"Girls..." Celia said. "I think you should back up. I'm... I'm going to try to fix Rena."
"With what?!" Copperpot exclaimed. "You plannin' on-"
"Just back- just step back, please..." Celia said. Jillian and Copperpot each backed away from the drider queen, sharing a concerned look.