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Eugen sat at the table, dice and mini-figures strewn across a dry erase marker stained battle map, waiting for the last member of the party to arrive at the Dungeon Masters apartment. With everything for their Dungeons & Dragons session crammed onto the table there wasn’t much space for them to make themselves comfortable as Eugen found herself nestled into the corner of what little space in the apartment was reserved for a dining room, but she didn’t mind it too much. If making do with what you had while roleplaying with friends, coworkers, and people you went to college with wasn’t what D&D was about she didn’t know what was.

“Ope! Just got a text from Finn.” Simon, the group's Dungeon Master, exclaimed from behind his DM screen. “He said traffic was bad but he should be here any moment.”

“I’m just glad he didn’t flake.” The monotone voice of Tessa said, saying what no one wanted to say despite them all thinking it. “This is probably the first group I’ve played with that seems like everyone wants to be here.”

“Yeah. It’s rather nice…” Despite being familiar with everyone in their group and having played Dungeons & Dragons with them for the better half of a year, Eugen still found herself struggling to overcome how awkward she felt. She enjoyed roleplaying and despite Simon occasionally getting her to break out of her shell she couldn’t quite fully commit to it like the others could. She felt like her statement turned the conversation cold as their small-talk ended with her remark lingering in the air. Simon jotted down some last minute notes for tonight's session and Tessa went back to stacking towers of dice in front of her, leaving Eugen to fidget awkwardly as they all waited for Finn to arrive.

Knock Knock Knock

“It’s unlocked!” Simon shouted across his apartment’s living room. The front door opened and a tall, scrawny guy with a backpack slung over one shoulder and a plastic bag from a gas station in his hands let himself in.

“Sorry I’m late!” He approached the table, plopped the bag of boughten goods down which caused Tessa’s numerous towers of dice to crumble, and sat down in the open spot between her and Eugen. “Got stuck behind an accident.” The entire time he spoke he was pulling his D&D stuff out of his bag and piling it up in front of him on the table. “I brought snacks though so hopefully that makes up for it.”

Tessa perked up at the mention of snacks. “Did you bring Takis?”

“What do you think?” Finn reached into the plastic bag and tossed a bag of Takis Tessa's way.

Tessa caught the bag of chips and, as playfully as the monotone girl could muster, furrowed her brows at Finn. “I guess I can forgive you.”

“Okay.” Simon clapped his hands together, pulling the attention of the room his way. At some point when Finn was joining them he had stood up so he could get the game rolling. “Did you all remember to bring new characters today?” He was answered with a few quick quips and nods of the head as he paused to give his players a moment to answer. “Awesome! As you all know, we’re taking a short break from our campaign to run this module I found while thrifting.” He lifted a beaten up, hard-cover book from behind his DM screen and held it up for the three of them to see. “I didn’t get a chance to read it all the way through but, based on what little I did skim, it looked like fun.” Simon seamlessly segwayed into starting the module, opening the book to its first page and reading the opening hook of this adventure aloud to his friends. It wasn’t anything too compelling, essentially boiling down to the players being for hire adventurers tasked with removing a mentally deteriorating wizard from his tower on the far outskirts of the town. This was when he let the party introduce their characters, starting with Eugen.

“Oh! I’m…” Eugen fumbled for a bit as she moved her notebook and dice tray off of her character sheet so she could read from it. “I decided to play something a bit more tame than I normally do so… I’m playing Mara, a human barbarian. She uh… she took the job to pay off her ever growing tab at the guilds tavern.”

“Shit, my turn already?” Finn jested but he already had his character sheet in his hands, ready to go on his turn. “I’m Tobin. He’s an elf bard and, yeah, your characters most likely know him as that guy who sleeps around a lot. He’s a very original character, I know.”

“So original.” Tessa shook her head and rolled her eyes. “I’m playing Pipkin. She’s a gnomish sorcerer who dreams of one day doing bigger and better things than this small town offers her.”

“Interesting. I love this unconventional core trio of classes we have going here. Anyways,” Simon continued reading from the module, painting a picture of their safe journey through the thick woods with his words. With the doors to the tower unlocked they let themselves inside, noting that the first floor is built more like a foyer for a mansion or tower. The only other thing to note, besides the choice of red tapestries and well-kept furniture, are the dozens of paintings that line the stone walls depicting either scantily dressed women or portraits of the same shirtless old wizard flexing his muscles in various poses. Right before the players are given free reign to start their adventure Simon states that the doors to the tower slam shut behind them and light blue runes flow along its door frame. “What do you guys do?”

Of course, with the reins finally in the players hands, they immediately investigate the door. With a high roll on an arcana check they discover that the runes on the door are some sort of warding glyphs. On an even closer investigation Mara finds out that attempting to open the door by force deals a small amount of lightning damage. Being locked in the tower they had no other choice but to trek further up the tower. Each floor seemed to hold a new, unique challenge for them to overcome. It started off rather innocently with the challenges composed of basic puzzles or a series of skillchecks which if they failed led to triggering some sort of trap or combat. As they ascended the floors the traps and puzzles began to shift in tone from normal things you’d find in a wizard's tower to what could only be best described as bizarre. After barely dodging a trap that would have changed their genders Mara, Tobin, and Pipkin found themselves on a mostly empty floor with marble floors instead of the generic stone they had become accustomed to. In the center of the room there was a golden fountain of a minotaur woman holding a vase, but instead of water the fountain was filled with warm milk.

“Is there anything else in the room besides the fountain?” Tessa was leaned over, elbow resting on the table as her hand propped her head up by her forehead. “I feel like a 17 on an investigation check should’ve told me a little bit more than that.”

“That’s all the book says.” Simon held his arms off to the side and gave Tessa an apologetic look. “There are 4 pillars in the corner of the room but as I said, there’s nothing of note there either.”

“Dude,” Finn interjected, “what did you say this module is called again?”

“I don’t know. The cover didn’t have a title on it…” Simon flipped the book around so that the front and back cover of the book were facing upright. The only thing the binding contained were some generic fantasy graphics and the words ‘D&D Module’ printed across the spine.

“I think I got it…” Eugen muttered to herself. While Tessa was getting frustrated and the boys were looking for the modules title she had been trying to understand what this floor's challenge wanted from them and she thinks she had figured it out. “Mara is going to step into the fountain.” She looked up at Simon, trying to gauge his reaction to what she was doing.

“Uh… Okay? Yeah. Sure, why not. You step into the fountain and feel warm milk up to your calves.”

Despite Simon showing utter confusion as to what she was thinking, upon seeing that nothing bad happened Eugen moved forward with her idea. “I want to swing my warhammer against the statue's vase and break it.”

“Uh. Sure, make an attack roll with advantage.”

Eugen grabbed two d20s and rolled them across the table. “That’s a… 14 and a 21.”

“A 21 will hit.” Simon threw one hand up in disbelief and let out a half-sigh as he tried to comprehend what exactly was going through Eugen’s mind. “Go ahead and roll damage.” Eugen rolled a d10 and ended up dealing 9 points of damage, caving the vase inwards and halting the flow of milk. “Eugen, can you make me a dexterity saving throw?”

“A dex save?” Eugen felt her confidence deflate at those words. A saving throw of any kind surely meant she triggered another trap and if that wasn’t the answer to this puzzle then she didn’t know what was. “Ooh…” She winced. “I rolled a 9.”

“Okay,” Simon looked up from his module and directly at Eugen. Moments after your warhammer caves in the vase the statue's eyes glow a hot pink and zap you with…” He looked back down at the module and furrowed his brow. “A 5th level Hex of the Bovine? Hold on a moment…” He flipped to the back of the book and after a few pages found the module's homebrew spell. “Roll a d4…” He grumbled to himself as he followed along, rolling the d4 behind his DM screen. “Target grows in height by that many feet? Target also gains the physical traits of a cow such as cow ears, cow horns, and a cow tail. While under the effects of this spell the player has the same Horns trait of the playable minotaur race. Weird but… okay.” He then flipped back to where they left off in the module and continued to read the effects. “On top of the spell's effects the target will also fill up the fountain with milk? I don’t even know what that means so… Mara grows three feet tall and gains some cow-…” Simon’s jaw dropped in shock as he looked up from his DM screen.

Eugen clenched her teeth, hands gripped onto the edge of the table as she leaned slightly forward. When Simon was briefly summarizing what happened to her character she had noticed that her shirt was rising up and exposing her midriff. As she went to fix it, pulling down on the bottom hem of the shirt to recover her tummy, she found that she couldn’t get it back past her belly button. On top of that her knees had bumped into the underside of the table and had begun pressing into it as she grew in size. “Guys?” She grimaced as her clothes became too small for her. Her shoulders were squeezed inwards as they fought against her shirt, her thighs stretched out the legs of her pants as they rode up her legs, and her toes curled painfully in the now much too small shoes they were stuck in. RIP Multiple articles of clothes all gave way one after another, her toes bust through the front of her shoes while the seams of her pants tore in half and her shirt ripping across its front and back. She felt her back press up against the wall and, with nowhere left to go, her legs began pushing the table forth, threatening to tilt it over onto her friends who were already scrambling away from her. “GUYS?!” Across her body she got concentrated points of sudden pain, with the ones forming along her temple and in her chest by far being the worst. Her ears and tailbone tingled, with a soft crackling pain as both a tail began to sprout out behind her and her ears took on the shape of cow ears, even growing patches of fur that matched her dark brown hair. But that’s not what demanded her attention, instead Eugen was focused on sharp pain on her temple as cow horns pushed through her scalp and the machine pressure that swelled within her breasts as they grew fat and swollen.

“Eugen, are you okay?” Tessa asked, the genuine concern in her voice the first time Eugen had ever heard her speak in a non-monotone voice. She seemed to want to help as she held an arm up at her chest level, hesitant to reach out but what was she supposed to do?

The table tipped over sending papers, pens, dice, mini-figs, and all other sorts of geek stuff over the floor. The chair was uncomfortably small for Eugen's body, and with the weight of her now pumpkin sized tits she was worried it would collapse under her but as she stood up she hit her head against the ceiling and had to crouch. “Look away!” The final strands of her shirt finally burst, unable to contain her growing breasts which hung from her chest, obscuring the entirety of her torso at this point. She expected them to be heavy, especially at the preposterous size they were, but with how taut and swollen they were it was almost as if- Right on queue the darkened nipples on her freckled and veined tits began to dribble forth the overflow of milk she had been producing. “M- mi-” Eugen found herself fighting against her own lips as they refused to form any other vowel after M other than- “M- MOOoooo!~” Her body tensed, convulsing more intensely the less she fought against her bovine instincts. As she stifled another half-moan, half-moo she barely managed to break her eyes away from her body to look down and see the horrified looks on her friends faces. They looked so small to her now. In fact, she was sure that if she smothered them with her chest they’d be completely enveloped by her soft, jiggling flesh. She wasn’t sure if that was a testament to how tall she had gotten, how monstrously large her boobs had gotten, or if it was a combination of both. “Don’t look at m- m-” Her eyes rolled upwards as she began convulsing and spasming again. “MOOOOOOO!!!!~ Nngh~ Moo…~” By the time she had grown to be exactly three feet taller than she used to be, she had coated Simon’s dining room milk. The entire time unable to stop herself from uncontrollably cumming in front of her friends as the pressure built up in her twin bed sized tits, ejecting high pressure streams of milk that arced for her painfully erect nipples. She was left exhausted and embarrassed, body crammed into the corner as she hunched over with heavy breasts hanging from her chest which heaved with every hasty breath she took.

Finn was the first to break the awkward silence as he grabbed the module from Simon and slammed it shut. “I think that’s enough of this module for a lifetime. I… don’t think I’ve ever been this terrified and aroused before in my life.”