Dungeon & Dragons & Expansion (BE, TF, MB, FMG)

[SoylentOrange]

Hey guys, this is a new project I'm working on, just a medium-size vignette with some illustrations. They're mostly just linework now, but they'll get color treatments soon enough.
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Standard Minor Move

"Rosefield... We're up in the hills, and I haven't seen flowers in a fortnight," Jillian said, idly tilting her wine glass from side to side, a finger on the rim as she held her cheek in the other hand. "Who comes up with these dumb names?"
Celia looked at the sorceress, holding her own cup of water in her hands. "W-well, maybe they wanted to cultivate flowers here when they founded the town," She offered, pulling her bangs back behind her elfin ear with a hand, "and the weather just wasn't agreeable for it."
The human rolled her eyes and sat back, straightening her bosom-cupping robes. "And why must we always begin these things in a tavern," She asked, looking around with barely-disguised disgust. "They're so... seedy."
"Because that's where they keep the hard stuff!" a half-orc bellowed as she set three tankards of ale down on the table hard enough for some of the contents to slosh out the top.
"I have to agree with the meathead on that one!" A halfling said from below as she set her own drink on the table and hopped up on the seat opposite Jillian.
Celia smiled, but noticed a familiar twinkle in the halfling's eye and sighed. "Rena, if you would, please..." She said, gesturing to the halfling.
"What? ...Oh, right!" She said, smiling and reaching over to the halfling.
"Wait, Rena, no, I swear I didn't- Aw..." Copperpot said, her complaints cut short as the half-orc lifted her off her seat with one hand by the scruff of her jerkin.
"You- guys- this- isn't- fun-ny-" She said, trying to look irritated as the half-orc shook her up and down, three cut purses falling out of her tunic and into Celia's waiting hands.
"You know the rules," Celia admonished, "No pickpocketing when we're on a quest, unless it's from the bad guys."
"C'mooon," Copperpot whined as Rena set her down. "Use Detect Evil in here, I dare you!"
Celia simply said nothing and took the purses up to the barman, reporting them as 'lost'.

"Finding a loose purse in a tavern and giving it away," The barman said through his enormous, scraggly beard. "You must be adventurers."
"Occasionally," The elven cleric said, blushing as she smoothed her white robe. She just liked helping people; 'Adventurer' sounded so boastful.
"Well, here you go, then," He said, pulling a sheet of parchment out from behind the bar and laying it down between them.
"What's this?" She asked, leaning down to look at it.
"You're here for Iin's Maag, aren't you?" He asked. "The item of incredible power?"
"Um, I suppose?" She replied. The notice had been rather vague, she recalled, but between her desire to help, Rena's love of things she could swing an axe into without getting in trouble, and Jillian and Copperpot's respective thirsts for power and wealth, it hadn't taken much convincing.
"Well, then here you go," He said, gesturing to the parchment. "Every good quest needs a one-sheet."
"Erm, thank you...?" Celia said, picking it up and making her way back to their table.
"So what've we got?" Rena said, burping as she put her now-empty tankard down and going for the next.
"It's apparently some evil tomb or dungeon, holding an artifact of great power."
Jillian's eyebrows perked up as she looked over to the cleric. "Power?" She asked. "Magical power?"
"It seems so," she nodded, still reading as she sat. "Power to grant wishes, as though unto a deity."
"Reeeally..." Copperpot said, grinning slyly. "Wishes like, perhaps, conjuring a pile of gold only slightly larger than the pyramids'?"
Rena snorted. "And then what? You'd spend it!" She chided. "Gold is no sort of thing to wish for," She said, clapping her tankard down on the table. "Wish for something no one could steal from you! Long life! Strong muscles! A heart that never tires!" She continued, pounding a fist against the battered steel of her breastplate.
"Um, well, in any case, apparently the vault where it is kept is a den of evil with many traps and terrible monsters inside."
"Pfft," Copperpot scoffed. "Traps. Whatever."
"Aye, and there's no creature around that's stronger than my axe!" Rena shouted.
"And anything Rena's impressive bulk can't handle, *I've* certainly got well in hand," Jillian added, taking a sip of her wine.
"Well, so should we set off while it's still light out?" Celia asked.
"Why not?" Rena said, taking another gulp of her second tankard. "Lemme finish this one down and we'll be on our way to riches and glory in no time!"
"Cheers to that!" Copperpot said, raising her mug in toast before taking a long swig of ale herself.

Celia took another sip of her water, wondering for not the first time how she wound up in this band of misfits. She'd met Rena first, in perhaps the only scenario where a half-orc wouldn't have sent the petite elf running for a hiding spot: half-dead on the side of the road. Celia had healed her wounds and nursed the warrior back to health, and since then it hadn't been clear whether Celia was following Rena around to keep the headstrong half-orc from getting herself killed or Rena was following Celia around to protect her as a means of paying off her debt, and eventually the two lost track and just kept traveling together as if they had intended it. Jillian had come next, or rather Rena had come to her, following up on a tale she'd heard in a tavern one night of a sorceress looking for some muscle. It was clear Jillian had been expecting men, but Rena's power and the celestial resilience Celia had offered on top of it made an argument Jillian couldn't help but be convinced by. She'd already hired on Copperpot, in a sense; Copperpot had stolen some items from Jillian earlier, and Jillian, being a sorceress of not inconsiderate power, had tracked Copperpot down and offered her a choice. First choice was that Copperpot could keep the items she'd stolen and work for Jillian, using her considerable talents at thievery to assist Jillian's search for arcane power. second choice was that Jillian could turn Copperpot to stone and have her dropped in a lake. Copperpot took the first choice.

Over the following months it became less about Jillian's salaries and contracts as it was just about finding new places to explore and artifacts to discover. Celia still liked helping people wherever she could, and Rena was happy so long as there was something she could test her prowess against. Jillian's search for magical artifacts and other powerful arcana was never satiated, and whatever she couldn't find a use for Copperpot could fence. They had become almost as siblings, perhaps not always agreeing but inseparable nonetheless.

"Ahh!" Rena breathed as she clapped her empty tankard down on the table, a broad smile exposing her large orcish fangs. "All right, ready to go?"
"I suppose..." Celia said, bending down and picking up her adventuring pack.
"Yes, let's," Jillian agreed, picking up her own, much smaller pack. "If this artifact is as powerful as this suggests," She said, rolling up the sheet, "Then we'd best hurry before some other magic-user gets to it first. Surely we can't be the only ones after such an amazing artifact, if its location is known by some bumpkin bartender."

[noxi]

I like where this is going! It's well written

[alphawing4]

Is dat sum Chuckles1982 I see?

[cyero]

I like where this is headed. Who drew the sketch?

[SoylentOrange]

It was chuckles, yeah.

[SoylentOrange]

Okay guys, no illustration for this part yet, but it's the first BE scene, at least. ^^;
Edit: Pic's up!
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"...You can't be serious," Jillian said, looking at the tomb entrance built into the side of a hill. She spun around, looking down the hill to the lights of Rosefield twinkling through the windows as dusk settled over the mountainside. "This can't be it," She said, putting her hands on her exposed hips, the strange midriff- and hip-baring cut of her robe supposedly a result of the lines of arcane power sewn into it. "There's a *road* leading *right* to here from town, and it goes nowhere else. Who on earth would beat a path to a forgotten tomb? I bet there's nothing left in here but cobwebs and detritus."
"Aw, come on, Jillian..." Celia started. "It might not be that bad..."
"Yeah, maybe there's something locked away somewhere no one's able to pick the lock," Copperpot said, skipping to the entrance and peering in. "Come on, nothing ventured nothing gained..."
"...All right," Jillian huffed, crossing her arms under her chest, the motion causing her breasts to billow over her arms like rising dough. "Maybe there's *something* in here that won't make it seem like a waste of time..."
Rena took the lead, her enormous greataxe held before her in both hands. The stone-cut stairway was too narrow for her to swing in, but Celia had seen Rena in tight quarters before- she could thrust the curved points on the top of her double-headed axe forward with enough force to separate a goblin's head from its shoulders. Copperpot followed close behind, darting from one side of Rena's wide stance to the other, constantly checking the walls and floors for traps. Jillian followed behind them, a globe of magic light suspended above her opened hand illuminating the staircase as they descended. Finally, bringing up the Rear, Celia followed behind Jillian, clutching her staff to her chest with one hand and hiking up the hem of her robe with the other to keep from stepping on it, the flanged mace tied to her hip bouncing gently against her leg.

"This looks like a good enough place to drop our gear," Rena said as they came to an antechamber, a large square room with three exits leading from it. "Works for me," Copperpot said, shucking her small pack off her shoulders and taking her dungeon-delving trinkets out of it before leaving it in the corner of the chamber. The other adventurers did the same, Rena chucking everything but her weapons, Jillian discarding everything but her wands and spellbooks, and Celia keeping most of her backpack's contents, laden with bandages and potions and remedies for any of the numerous maladies both mundane and magical she'd encountered or read about.
"Well hello there," Copperpot said, squinting into the left-hand entryway. "Jillian, bring that light over here," She said, creeping forward. As Jillian walked over to the doorway, the glint of gold pierced the darkness and Celia and Rena walked over as well.
"Oooh, come to momma," Copperpot said, advancing through the doorway towards a gold-bound wooden chest with a large keyhole on its front. "So much for this place being cleaned out," She said, grinning, before looking over her shoulder. "Wait!" She yelled at Rena as the half-orc approached, throwing a cautionary hand up. "This place is trapped. Already stepped over a tripwire and a pressure-plate coming this far, just leave this to me."
"Rrrr..." Rena growled. "Fine, but be careful in there."
"Hey, I'm the best," Copperpot said as she knelt down in front of the chest. Pulling her set of picks from under her cloak, Copperpot began working on the lock, Jillian and the others watching from the doorway.
"Annnd... there!" She exclaimed, the latch clicking open. She grabbed the sides of the lid, then paused, kneeling her little head down as she barely moved the lid with her fingers.
"Ahhh... Think you're clever, do you?" She grinned, reaching into her robe with a hand and coming out with another tool, putting the long, narrow set of shears under the gap in the lid and snipping a tiny string before finally lifting it.
"There!" She said, turning around with a flourish. "Did I say I was the best, or did I say I was the best?"
"Is that the Maag?" Jillian asked.
"Heck, I dunno," Copperpot said, shrugging as she turned back and reached into the chest. "But whatever it is, it's big and gold, so I'll- ack!" She exclaimed, a rush of gas escaping the floor when she lifted the treasure out of the chest, coughing and falling to the floor as she spun away and fell.
"Copper!" Rena yelled, stepping forward into Jillian's outstretched arm. "What-" She started, shooting a murderous look at the sorceress.
"You want to set off more traps?" Jillian snapped. "You think that'll help?" She turned back to the halfling, who was getting to her feet. "Copperpot, you okay?"
"Cough, hack- y-yeah, I think so," She said as she got to her feet. "Think it was a dud, doesn't taste like poison..." She coughed again, trying to steady herself on her feet. "Ungh... little hard to breathe, though..."
"Probably just need some fresh air," Jillian said, "make your way out quick, and we'll-"
With a series of metallic clanks, a portcullis fell from the ceiling, a quick yank from Rena all that kept Jillian from getting impaled.
"COPPER!" Rena yelled, grabbing the portcullis.
"Don't- hack- worry about me," She said, grinning as she gingerly made her way around the other traps in the room. "They obviously- wheeze- didn't forge this thing to be halfling-proof," she said, pointing to the large gaps between the bars.
"Good! Yeah!" Rena said, kneeling by the portcullis. "Gimmie your hand, Copper, I'll get you out of there..."
Copperpot began making her way to the portcullis, discomfort tinting her mask of concentration even further.
"C'mon, cmon..." Rena said, stretching her arm as far as her thick metal armor would allow, the steel plates scraping against the iron bars as she strained. Copperpot's hand had barely reached Rena's when the half-orc made one final lunge, wrapping Copperpot's entire forearm in Rena's leather-bound mitt before jerking her entirely off her feet, clearing the last couple feet to the door instantly.
"Ooof!" Copperpot gasped as Rena tried to pull the halfling through, her head and shoulders passing through before she jerked to a stop, her eyes going wide as she screamed.
"Aaaagh!"
"Aaaahhh!" Rena screamed in response, letting go so suddenly she fell back on her rear.
"Can't... hnnngh... breathe..." Copperpot said, jammed between the bars wearing a pained grimmace. Celia began preparing an anti-venom spell, but stopped when she looked at the halfling and realized Copperpot's leather armor was unusually distressed. Before she could speak up, though, Rena was back again, trying to pull Copperpot through the opening.
"Stoooop!" Copperopt gasped. "P-Push me back out!"
"B-but-" Rena stammered.
"Push her out and pull the portcullis up!" Jillian barked. "You'll kill her if you pull her through!"
"Grr... Okay!" Rena said, pushing Copperpot on her backside and grabbing the lower bars of the portcullis. Celia stepped aside so she could finish her anti-venom spell, but was taken aback at what she saw.

Copperpot's breasts, which were petite even for a halfling's, were now inflating under her leather armor like a hot-air balloon. Looking on the verge of unconsciousness, Copperpot unsheathed the dagger on her hip and slipped it deftly into the seam on the front of her armor, slipping it up the stitching before dropping the blade and grabbing the slit with both hands, tearing open the front of her tunic with a gasp as her breasts spilled out of the gap, forcing the seam even wider as her breasts surpassed the size of her head. Copperpot looked on with a mix of awe and horror as they continued to swell, heaving up and down with every breath as they escaped her constricting garments.
"Rrrrgh- there!" Rena said, hoisting the metal grate up to knee height. "Can you get out?!"
Copperpot shook her head, snapping out of her growth-induced trance and diving forward for the gap, only to bounce off the floor as her ponderous chest reached the ground way before she anticipated. Her dive ruined, she scrambled on her hands and knees towards the grate, another surge of growth raising her just enough to forcefully bang her forehead against the bottom crossbar of the portcullis.
"C'mon!" Rena yelled as Copperpot shook the stars from her eyes. Jillian and Celia hovered behind Rena, bewildered by Copperopt's transformation and unsure of what to do, if anything.
"Hu-higher!" Copperpot yelled, her fingertips barely brushing the ground past her breasts as she struggled to regain forward momentum.
"H-higher?" Rena grunted, confused.
"Higher!" Jillian and Celia echoed, watching in horror as Copperpot's breasts continued to swell, widening beyond the door's width and pressing her high enough for her toes to leave the ground.
"Hrrrrrrgh!" Rena snarled through her fangs, bending her arms and pulling the portcullis higher, even as Copperpot's diminutive form was levitated up by her expanding bosoms. Jillian and Celia each grabbed one of the halfling's arms, trying to pull her down and under the spikes lining the bottom of the gate, but she seemed to be growing as fast as Rena could lift the heavy iron gate, the points seeming to always hover just above the poor halfling's flesh. Copperpot's eyes crossed as one heave brought her nose within a hair's breadth of one of the portcullis' spikes, the little halfling's body sunk into her cleavage up to her shoulders but still not low enough to pass through.
"Higher!" the three women yelled again.
"Hrrrr-RRRRAAAAGGGH!" Rena yelled, the full monstrous power of her orcish blood surging through her veins as she threw the portcullis up into its moorings, looking down only to come face-to face with Copperpot, the halfling nearly eye-level with the the warrior, lifted up as she was on her enormous, doorway-filling breasts.
"Wha-what!?" She yelped, stumbling backwards with eyes wide open, landing with a crash on her backside.

"Well, thanks for getting it open, meathead," Copperpot said, resting her elbows on either side of her human-sized cleavage and putting her chin in her hands.
"What- how-" Rena sputtered.
"Here, I'll get it out of the way for you," Copperpot said sardonically. "'Booby trap', ha ha ha, now can someone please cure or dispel this or something?"
"Er, right!" Celia said, shaking her head and blinking. She let a long breath out of her mouth, holding her staff out at arm's length, the holy symbol wrapped around the end of her staff glowing white as it lowered to within a foot of Copperpot's face, the halfling squinting and turning away from the light. Celia's brow furrowed with concentration for a second, the light extinguishing as her eyes popped open and she looked at Jillian.
"What?" Jillian asked.
"...There's nothing wrong with her," Celia started.
"What do you mean-" Rena interrupted as she stood.
"I mean there's nothing wrong!" Celia exclaimed, holding her arms out. "Whatever that gas was, it didn't poison her, didn't disease her, and it's not a curse!"
Jillian's brow furrowed as she studied Copperpot.
"...Well, so than what is it?" Copperpot asked, annoyed. "I didn't wake up like this, that's for sure!"
"...Hold still..." Jillian said, raising a hand towards Copperpot and stepping forward.
"Not like I got much choice," the halfling muttered as Jillian's palm came up just like Celia's staff, glowing slightly with ethereal fire. Jillian's eyes narrowed, her mouth pulling tight in a studious scowl.
"...She's right," Jillian said, hand dropping to her side. "Whatever did that to you, I can't dispel it."
"Well so now what?!" Copperpot exclaimed, her massive form jiggling in its confines.
"...The Maag," Jillian said.
"What?"
"The Maag. If it's as powerful as it's said to be, I bet I can harness it's power to shrink or transmute or... *something* to fix you down to a reasonable size."
"So that's it? Just leave me here?" Copperpot said.
"Sorry, Copper, but even if we could get you out of there, you'd never fit up the stairs," Rena said as she dug through their bags. "Here, some water, rations, and another belt of throwing daggers," The half-orc said, dumping the items in Copperpot's cleavage nearest to her head. "Just yell if you run into trouble."
"I'm not running anywhere," Copperpot grumbled as she set her items about her, looking for all the world like she'd fallen neck-deep into a giant lump of bread dough with a crease down the middle.

[noxi]

It makes me glad you know D&D lore, not many people say portcullis XD

[SexyJin]

FUN! I hope we get some more drawings as they process

[SoylentOrange]

There's more, yeah- Jillian and Rena's are ready to go, in sketch form at least.

And Noxi, that's more Medieval siege warfare knowledge, rather than D&D knowledge, though I do sprinkle a few bits of that into the mix as well. ;3

[noxi]

Originally Posted by SoylentOrange

There's more, yeah- Jillian and Rena's are ready to go, in sketch form at least.

And Noxi, that's more of Medieval siege warfare knowledge rather than D&D knowledge, though I do sprinkle a few bits of that into the mix as well. ;3

Yes I know, I'm a medieval history minor with a music education major and I know many medieval terms, that's why I like D&D XD And again, very nice writing

[SoylentOrange]

Jillian's turn, and we've got a pic this time!
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"All right," Jillian huffed, standing once again in the center of the antechamber. "Left is out. Do we go to the right, or straight ahead?"
"Straight," Rena grunted, taking her axe in her hands. "no more treasure-hunting in side-chambers until we fix Copper."
Celia simply nodded in agreement as Jillian glanced to her.
"All right, then," Jillian said, giving a curt nod. "Rena, if you would."
"Gladly," the half-orc growled, giving one last glance to the breast-choked doorway to their left. "I'm *hoping* there's something around here that walks, crawls or skitters, so that I can blame them for all this and mash their heads in."
"Just sit tight, Copperpot!" Celia called back as she followed Rena and Jillian down the center hallway, "We'll fix you up! Somehow!"

The trio of adventurers made their way slowly down the hallway, scanning the floor and walls for traps, though the three of them together didn't have as keen an eye as Copperpot did. Thankfully, Celia's elven eyes saw much farther than Jillian and Rena's could, even without the magical globe of light, so she'd be able to warn the others of any dangers beyond their range of vision.
Therefore, it was quite a surprise when Jillian suddenly barked out "Stop!" in the middle of the corridor, Rena spinning to see what caused Jillian's outburst.
"What? What?" Rena asked, looking back over her shoulder and forward again.
"...Step back," Jillian said, her eyes narrowing.
"What? What do you see?" Rena demanded.
"Nothing..." Jillian said, eyes narrowing as she stepped forward.
Rena growled deep in her throat. "Then why're we-"
"*Suspicious* nothing," Jillian clarified, hooking her arm around Rena's elbow. "*Magic* nothing."
Rena scowled into the darkness, then looked back at Jillian. "...All right, fine, do your thing," She said, stepping to the side but keeping her axe readied.

Jillian licked her lip as she glared down the hallway, her magic sense tingling. She could see it, just ahead- a shimmering of the air, a sense of something not being there that should be, something deliberately blunting her magical senses.
Jillian rose the orb of magical light to the ceiling, freeing her hands as she stood back in a magical stance. Whispering a few somatic components, Jillian drew her hands in slow loops around herself, the lines of power on her robe glowing slightly as she readied the spell. Finally, hands glowing with arcane energy, she flicked a hand towards the darkness, a shimmering bolt of magic sailing through the air and illuminating the hallway as it traveled. With a low "bong" sound, the bolt suddenly reversed direction, Jillian stepping to the side and Celia ducking as the bolt of energy flew back down the hallway and impacted with a fizzle against the wall by the stairs leading out.
"Hmm..." Jillian said, a wry smile playing at her lips. "Clever. An anti-magic field, an illusory facade, and all of it behind a spell-reflection wall. Clever indeed..."
"So... so what's that mean?" Rena asked. "Is it safe or not?"
"I just have to dispel it," Jillian said, stepping slowly forward with her hands out in front of her, still glowing softly with arcane energy. "The only problem," She said, tapping her feet on the ground as she edged forward, "is that because of the reflector I have to dispel it by touch." Making sure the floor was solid before easing forward each time, Jillian finally came to a stop in front of the invisible wall, Rena and Celia hovering behind either shoulder.
"So now what?" Rena asked. "Do I poke it with my axe, or...?"
"Shhhh..." Jillian breathed, concentrating. She reached a hand up, the air shimmering as he pushed the flat of her palm forward. The hallway, or rather the image of it, began to warp and crease around Jillian's hand like it was sinking into a soft pillow.
Jillian breathed a derisive snort out her nose, pressing harder into the strange resistance as her hand glowed brightly. The image began to waver more and more, Celia able to feel the magic energies in the hallway beginning to fail.
"Yes... yes... yes!" Jillian exclaimed, her hand pushing through the barrier with a sound like a mix of rending wool and shattering glass. Her victorious mask vanished, however, when her hand stuck into something with a wet schlorping sound, a translucent blue mitt encasing her hand and trailing slime as she pulled it back out of the hole she had punched in the illusion. The three adventurers gawped as the illusion fell away and they realized the entire hallway in front of them was clogged floor to wall to ceiling with an enormous gelatinous cube, unmoving save for the limp tendril of slime leading from Jillian's hand to the cube.
Reacting on instinct, Celia spun a Protection from Acid spell onto Jillian, while Rena followed *her* instincts and swung her axe down into the gelatinous cube, the formless mass splitting open like the wake of a rowboat through a mill pond and eliciting a shriek not from the cube but from Jillian, her feet braced against the floor as she tried to pull away from the wall of goo, the cord of ooze leading from her hand to the gelatinous wall pulled taut but showing no signs of breaking.
"Do your thing, Priest!" Rena yelled as she hefted her axe over her shoulder once again. Celia cast a healing spell on Jillian, not really knowing what the slime was doing to her but praying for her wounds to be healed, whatever they may be.
Jillian was preparing a spell of her own in her right hand, still trying to pull her left out of the slime, when Rena's axe came down again, causing Jillian to scream so loudly she dropped to her knees.
"Ceel!" Rena shouted.
"I'm trying!" Celia said, readying another healing spell.
"St-stop!" Jillian bellowed, lunging to her feet but still held tightly to the cube by the tendril now covering her hand and most of her forearm.
"What?" Rena demanded.
"I- I can feel it!" Jillian said, grabbing her elbow with her other hand even as the blue ooze slithered and bulged inside her sleeve. "Every time you hurt it, it hurts me!"
"So- so what do we do?" Rena demanded.
"Just- hnnngh- pull me out!" Jillian said, grunting as the blue slime trickled up her arm.
Not needing to be told twice, Rena dropped her axe and picked up the human woman by the waist, taking two great strides backwards before the slime pulled taut again, jerking both human and half-orc forward.
"Rrrgh... Come on..." Rena grunted, pulling. Celia was pulling on Jillian's other arm as well, and though she wasn't adding much to the weight compared to Rena, it was still worth something.
"By... Da'Nogra... let... go... damn... it!" Rena grunted, a fierce tug from the cub's tendril sending all three of them airborne, Rena having the presence of mind to let go of Jillian and stop her own fall to avoid crushing the unarmored human. Rena had barely hit the ground when she lunged forward again, grabbing one of Jillian's ankles and slowing her skid towards the wall of goo. Unfortunately, it didn't slow her down enough, and Jillian's choked cry was cut short when her head dunked into the wall, a clear blue hood over her gaping expression as she sat upright and clawed at her face with her free hand.

Rena snarled, an illegible utterance of fear and anger as she got to her knees. She wrapped each arm around one of Jillian's legs, leaning back on her knees and once again stretching the blue tendrils out from the cube. By now there were three, one coming from each hand a third attached to her head.
"Cut it!!" Rena bellowed. "Now!"
Celia wasn't well-trained in combat; beyond what they'd taught her in seminary and the few instances she'd had an opportunity to step into the front lines, the flanged mace that hung off her hip was little more than decorative. Nevertheless, fear surging through her blood, Celia raised the bladed head up in both hands as Rena pulled on Jillian's legs, the three tendrils connected to her head and hands pulled taut again. But when Celia looked down to place her strike, she hesitated, her eyes going wide in shock.
"Do it!" Rena yelled, straining against the cube's inexorable pull.
"I- I can't see her!" Celia yelled back. As she scanned the tendrils, she could see no trace of Jillian's arms; the translucent blue ooze just disappeared into her sleeves, no hint of human-colored flesh anywhere from the wall of ooze to her bare shoulders.
"Just cut her loose!" Rena barked. "You can heal her later!"
"Right!" Celia said, finally striking down on the tendril leading to Jillian's head, figuring that even if she was a little off, the only thing she would do to Jillian would be giving her a bad haircut. The flanged mace easily cut through the tendril, Jillian's head snapping forward as she was no longer tied to the block of ooze. But even as she raised her mace to strike again, the severed tendril surged to life, whipping forward and wrapping around Jillian's waist. With one mighty tug, Jillian was pulled free from Rena's grip, the section of her robe Rena had pinched between her arms ripping entirely off as the sorceress' feet were yanked free. She landed flat against the face of the ooze-wall, slumping forward onto her hands and knees. But something was different this time, and both Rena and Celia were too stunned to react.

As Jillian reached a hand up, the others could see right through it, five fat, blue, translucent fingers leading up to a wide, jiggly arm.
"Oh..." Jillian started, slowly looking down. Rena and Celia followed her gaze, and watched as Jillian's breasts began expanding against the flimsy confines of her top. "Oh no...." Even as the top began to rend, Jillian's stomach started bloating out as well, forcing the girl to sit up straighter as the mass grew larger and larger.
"Wh-what do we do?" Rena demanded as Jillian's top burst from the growth, looking from the human to the blob behind her, rapidly losing the point of distinction between the two.
Celia just shook her head as Jillian continued to expand, her stomach growing to the point where it obliterated the view of her legs. As she grew, her skin started to lose its color, the bulging, stretching skin turning that same translucent blue as she expanded. When Jillian's stomach got to the size where it wasn't merely touching the floor but actively lifting her off of it, Celia noticed the slime was getting smaller, just as though it were filling Jillian with itself.
Jillian rocked back and forth as she moaned, her huge, pendulous breasts obscuring nearly her entire field of vision as she rose up to eye-level with Rena on her stomach.
"What do we do, Ceels?" Rena demanded, holding her axe and bouncing back and forth in her attack stance, "WHAT DO WE DO?" Rena was getting agitated, like she always did when they ran into a problem she couldn't hack and bash her way out of.
"I don't know!" Celia yelled, casting every spell she could recall that might help. Protection from Evil did nothing, nor did Dispel Magic. Just like with Copperpot, whatever was happening to her wasn't a poison, wasn't a disease, and wasn't a curse, at least not under the classic definitions of magic she'd been brought up learning. Celia was exhausting herself casting, and Jillian's growth continued unabated, almost completely blue from head to foot as she swelled out of what was left of her clothes, the fabric seeming to fall inside of her and dissolve as she continued to moan and expand, her pendulous breasts and puffed-up head and shoulders seeming to stick out of the middle of the gravid sphere that was her torso. Eventually her rocking was stopped by her girth exceeding the dimensions of the hallway, finally stopping after Jillian had swollen to such an enormous size her translucent blue flesh pressed against all four sides of the hallway. Just above the level of Rena's head, Jillian's own translucent face hung, bloated and shimmering but still carrying her unmistakable features. Below her head and shoulders, starting at Rena's eye level and hanging down past the half-orc's waist, Jillian's enormous breasts hung, shuddering and wobbling with every breath of the goo-creature, dwarfed only in size by the giant, spherical orb of flesh that was her belly. Celia wasn't even aware if Jillian even *had* legs by this point, or if they were subsumed by her enormous belly like the rest of her seemed to be.
"Jil... Jillian?" Celia started, unable to tell on the translucent face whether the blank eyes were opened or closed.
The blob monster groaned, and Rena tensed up, her axe ready but quivering. The muscles in her arms showed her body's readiness to cleave into the creature that was once her friend, but the angry tears brimming her eyes showed her heart's reluctance.
"I'm hunnnngry..." Jillian moaned, sounding like she was being roused from a deep sleep.
"Jillian, can you hear me?" Celia continued, her brow furrowing.
"'M hungry..." Jillian echoed.
"Jillian?" Celia repeated, almost pleading now. "Jillian, if you can hear me, please..."
"Dammit, Celia, go get me some food already!" Jillian snapped, her bulbous frame jerking up and down once as she made some attempt at movement. As Celia squeaked and began rummaging through her pack for rations, Jillian shook her head and looked down the valley of her cleavage where Rena was still shifting her weight from foot to foot, looking nervously at Jillian. "Gods..." She muttered, trying to part her breasts but unable to because her arms would just sink into the gelatinous masses of her bosoms when she tried. "What a mess... and where's that food!?" She bellowed.
"Here!" Celia said, tossing a handful of the rations she'd packed up towards Jillian's head. Most of them didn't clear the swollen spheres of her breasts, sinking into the ooze and dissolving. Rena gaped as Jillian's form swelled further, her sides squishing into every bit of space the corridor provided.
"Mmm..." Jillian moaned, her enormous form undulating happily. "...Got any more?"
Rena and Celia shared a look, then Celia tossed another ration up to Jillian.
"Mmm!" Jillian squealed, catching the dried meat and devouring it in two bites. "Oh, man, that's great," She said, smiling. "Okay, right, so... Oooh... geeze.... got any more? I'm sure I could think straight once I got some more food..."
Rena took a step forward and reached a hand out to Jillian's stomach as Celia looked for another ration, experimentally poking a finger into the jiggling globe of her belly. She held her breath as she pushed her finger in, only to jerk it back out with a yelp, shaking her hand back and forth.
"What? What?" Celia asked, her last ration in her hand.
Rena turned to the elf and raised her hand, the metal of her gauntlet eaten away clear through to the leather padding beneath, all the way down to her ragged fingernail.
"Oooh, so that's what that was," Jillian giggled. "Kinda tasty!"
Celia and Rena shared another look.
"...I think we should go before she decides we're edible," Celia said.
Rena curled her fingers around the shaft of her axe, like she always did when she was nervous.
"Can you use this Maag whatever, if we find it?" Rena asked. "Can you magic enough?"
"I..." Celia started, eyes darting side to side. While she knew how to use wands and other magical devices, her knowledge of arcana was a pale shadow of Jillian's. "I think so, yes," She finally said, nodding.
"Fine. Then let's get out of here," Rena said, backing away from Jillian.
"Uhm... we're gonna go get some more food!" Celia called to Jillian as she backed away.
"Oh, great!" Jillian said, bouncing happily. "I'm, uh, I'm sure I can fix this once I'm not so hungry..."

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I'm liking how this is going. Though I'd just like to point out that somatic components are gestures made with the hands and arms. Not really something somebody would whisper.