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"I, um, I'll do my best..." She offered, reaching a hand out to Jillian's bulbous stomach. She tried to fix Jillian further, tried to picture her essential 'rightness' in her mind and push it, but all that came out of her, despite her intentions, was a burst of healing, though considering the way her hand had re-formed itself after physicaly exploding right in front of her, to say nothing of taking a dagger in the face and responding by *eating* it, Celia wondered if Jillian would ever need healing again.
"...I'm not feeling anything," Jillian said, craning her neck to the side to try and look at Celia around her enormous curves.
"Neither am I..." Celia said. "I'm sorry, Jillian, but, I mean, the Maag's power... I just, it ran out."
"...So we're stuck like this?" Copperpot asked. "No way to fix it?"
"And who says it needs fixing?" Rena asked, flexing her arm and staring at the muscles that would ripple and bulge as she raised and lowered her fist. "This is what I was going to wish for anyways!"
"...Minus the slavering madness," Copperpot said, folding her arms over her chest.
"Eh?" Rena asked, arching a brow at the halfling.
"Nevermind," Celia said, stepping away from Jillian. "I think we should get out of here before we find any more of these traps."
"...Seriously?" Copperpot asked. "We get put through some trickster god's hall of mirrors and get nothing for it? And then we just leave?"
"You should feel lucky you're walking out of here on your own legs," Celia said, smiling.
"That you've GOT legs," Jillian added, trying to glance past her hips at the flared gelatinous column she "walked" on.
"Hmph."
"...Er, girls, you know I'm not exactly shy, but I can't exactly head back to town not wearing *anything*..." Rena said, looking at the few stray pieces of mail and leather Jillian hadn't eaten.
"Don't look at me..." Jillian said.
"Yeah, you ate your clothes," Rena said, rubbing her head. "...And mine, come to think."
"Wel, how about Celia's robe?" Copperpot offered.
"My robe?" Celia asked, the idea never even having entered her mind as a possibility. "But- but these are holy vestments!"
"That you've torn the sleeves off of, ripped a v-neck into, and smeared pretty thoroughly with blood," Copperpot quipped. "Believe me, sister, whatever was holy about those before you came down here, they're rags now. So don't go telling me you need to have two layers of clothes when meathead's got none."
"Well... All right, I suppose that makes sense," Celia said, pulling the robe off over her head. It wasn't even that bad, she thought as she handed it to Rena, since the long hem kept bunching up oddly around her legs and it was hard to keep on her shoulders regardless after widening the neck so much. She did have to re-adjust what was left of her tunic, though, as the deep slit down the middle didn't cover her four breasts very well. As Rena tore her robe into something that would fit over her, Celia nearly cursed the increased size of her bosoms, until she remembered that even with the unwanted growth she was by far the smallest-chested of the group, and she should be thankful it wasn't any worse.
"I feel like I belong in a brothel," Rena muttered as she tied off the makeshift loincloth at her waist, the rest of Celia's robe wrapped around her chest, preserving- if only just- the half-orc's modesty.

The four adventurers made their way back to the stairs, a faint glow of moonlight illuminating the exit at the top. They all had their packs on once again, save for Jillian's, whose pack she'd strapped to Celia's abdomen.
"...You first," Jillian said to Copperpot. "If there's anyone out there, at least they won't try to claim a monster bounty on you."
The halfling snorted, but headed up the stairs regardless, hefting her breasts in her arms so she wouldn't strike them with her knees as she climbed up. "I'll go next," Jillian said, trying to light a magic light but only succeeding in making her eyes glow brightly.
"Well, so long as it lights the way..." she said, squeezing herself into the stairwell inch by inch, her stomach and breasts compacting up over her head and nearly to the ceiling.
"...You need a push?" Rena asked as Jillian struggled to force her enormous gelatinous mass up the stairs.
"No, no, I got it... I think..." Jillian said as she began lurching up the stairs one at a time. "...Shouldn't have eaten all those beetles..." Celia caught from her cleavage-muffled voice.
Rena looked at the narrow staircase, then down at herself, then back to the staircase and finally to Celia. "You next," She sad, gesturing to Celia.
"Er, are you sure?" Celia asked, afraid that if Rena got stuck there'd be no one to help from this end.
"I'm sure I'll have to crawl up the stairs," Rena said, gesturing with her axe, "And I don't want you behind me catching a glimpse of anything you shouldn't."
Celia had to snicker. In all the time she'd known Rena, she'd never been so... shy. Nevertheless, she made her way up the stairs, a symphony of clicking sounds from her insectoid legs as they ascended step after step. Rena followed, her broad shoulders scraping the sides each time she moved forward, just a wall of barely-wrapped orc-skin trundling up the steps.

Celia emerged into the moonlit night, looking around at her companions. Copperpot was holding her breasts in her arms, fidgeting back and forth from foot to foot. Jillian was slowly taking her original, spherical shape, the column-like appearance of her curves flowing back into her usual wide girth. And Rena was just now coming out of the entryway, squeezing one arm out and then the other, looking like a dire bear trying to come through a doggy-door.
"...You think we should even bother going back to town?" Jillian asked, looking down at Rosefield. "We didn't get any loot, we barely look like ourselves... Maybe we should just move on and let this place forget we were ever here."
"Wanna just head back to Briardale?" Rena suggested.
"Goodness, no!" Jillian said, whipping around to the half-orc. "I can't show my face in the Mage's society like... this!" She exclaimed, giving her enormous front a demonstrative jiggle.
"Well, then why don't we just keep going until we find some way to fix it?" Celia asked.
The other three looked at her like she'd somehow lost her memory.
"No, really," She continued, "at least now we know what to do. We know what to look out for. And if one of them can change us this much, surely there's another Maag of Iin somwhere that can change us back the rest of the way."
Rena scratched her head, and copperpot looked back and forth between Jillian and the half-orc, before finally sighing.
"Well if nothing else, we can't just stay here," Copperpot said, "So c'mon, jiggles, meathead: Town or road?"
"I don't care so long as you get me some decent armor and a weapon that fits," Rena shrugged, hefting her axe. "This thing feels like a training saber."
Jillian folded her arms through her breasts, looking askance at the town below, then forward into her own massive endowments. "...I suppose. But if anyone asks, my name is Syvonia. I don't want anyone associating my name with... these," She said, not needing to clarify any further.
"Syvonia?" COpperpot asked.
"My main rival at the Mage's society," Jillian said. "If word's going to spread about an enormous blob casting spells, I'd rather it be her than me."
Rena snorted.
"All right," Celia said, happy to leave the tomb behind her but even more happy to just be travelling with her friends again, "Let's be off."