“That was the sorriest fight I ever saw!” Morn all but shouted as she waved her flagon of mead.
Glysh’s face turned a darker shade of green. “It's not my fault, he was such a hunk! And his juicy fat dick was practically out.” She paused, her blush growing from embarrassed to aroused. “I can still feel it when he pressed against me.” She kicked her feet in the air, her plump rump sitting on a stool that was too tall for one of her kind.
The orc reflected on this as she took a sip of her drink. Sexy is truly a powerful weapon when used properly. The group was celebrating two thirds of their victories. The three had taken a row of seats at the counter of the establishment, leaving Kozor to rest on the table. The tavern was very rowdy with several large wrestlers either drowing the agony of defeat or cheering their wins. A few bar wenches were busy flirty with the fighters for some extra tips or after hours work. One such woman was behind the counter and was doing her best to keep drinks full and making sure no one got too rowdy for their own good. She was average height for a human and chubby. It was clear that most of her mass went to her breasts, which her top struggled to keep contained. Even though they were already massive, even bigger than the oni’s, she wore a dress that pushed them up, making them seem even more massive. She went to a tap to fill out a pitcher, but upon pouring the drink she slipped and drenched herself in the alcohol. As the liquid soaked her the clothing she wore clung to her body to show off her every curve. This got a loud cheer from all onlookers, who all began to demand she come to their table.
The only one being silent was Kuni, who was doing her best to maintain her composure and force her eyes on the drink in front of her.
With a chattering of teeth Kozor spoke. “Something bothering you, tiger bimbo?”
“Shut it.” She hissed. “I'm just worried because my monthly is due.”
The skull’s hollow sockets flashed with understanding. “Oh, you mean when you grow a huge dick and balls?”
“You don't have to say it like that!”
“I do when it makes you feel awkward.”
The orc got excited at this news. “Oh shit, really? Can I watch it this time?”
The oni felt blood rush to her cheeks and loins. “Watch?”
“Yeah, it's gotta be so cool to see a cunt change to a set of fat balls and penis. I never actually saw the change happen.”
The idea of Morn studying her genitals that closely was a very appealing idea, especially the idea of her getting low, her face inches away from her crotch, hot breath on her bare-
Kuni had to shake her head to snap out of this train of thought. She knew all too well that the level of horny she was at when the transformation took place would affect the size of her male genitals when she turned blue and futa. If she was really turned on her balls would be filled to the brim and she’d be consumed with the burning need to cum. “Maybe next time, we should focus on the fight. Besides I can never tell exactly when it'll come.”
“We can stare at each other’s junks later.” Glysh cut in. “Now that we are this far into the tournament we need to think how we can defeat the champion, the winner of the last five games.”
Morn waved a hand. “How bad can he be?”
“He is a stone elemental, he is literally made out of solid rock.”
At that Morn sat up straight. “How the hell are we supposed to beat something made of stone?”
Kozor chimed in. “You could wiggle your ass at it, it usually works for you.”
Morn placed a hand on top of the skull’s dome and pushed down, forcing the jaw shut.
Glysh shooed away the orc’s hand allowing the undead wizard to speak. “I have some ideas, but I will need to do some recon. And I will need our boney friend’s help, what do you say?”
“Sure, anything beats sitting around and watching people drink.”
Morn lifted her half empty cup. “You want some?”
The light in the skull’s sockets flickered. “You don't seem to grasp the idea of me being undead. I don't need to eat or drink.”
“Still, I was asking if you want any.”
“No, but thank you anyway.” Kozor felt an odd sense of gratitude from the gesture, even if it was pointless. With that the goblin picked him up and hopped off her stool.
“Would you be needing a refill, dearie?” A helpful tavern dripping wet keeper chimed in. She had been busy keeping the other patrons happy, but now she stood before the oni and orc with a full pitcher in hand.. “Love the face paint, looking mighty scary.” She was tall for a human and somewhat chubby. She leaned forward, her very ample cleavage bouncing and showing a small puddle of liquid between her breasts.
“One more for me, I got my next match soon and don't want to be tipsy.” Morn stated, reasoning that the alcohol wasn't too strong for her.” She said as she passed a coin to the wench.
“Many thanks, and for you, deary?” She asked. She took a step but slipped on her own feet, tipping forward and spilling the drink on the oni’s crotch. She kept falling, her face resting in the red woman’s lap. Kuni shot up straight in her seat, her desperate attempt to keep from being aroused melting away in an instant.
“Oh my, I am so sorry!” The wench said as she grabbed a rag from the counter.
“Don't worry, it's fine-” The crimson woman tried to stop what was coming but was too slow, as the human was already rubbing the cloth between her red thighs. The sensation of the woman's hand touching her leg through the cloth felt amazing. She wasted no time and directly started to rub her crotch, her own flimsy clothing offering no barrier as she had her vagina rubbed and patted. Unconsciously Kuni spread her legs apart more, letting her have more easy access to her sex even as she squirmed in her seat. Looking down she could see the human’s breasts were shaking as she moved, even bouncing enough to show a faint hint of pink areola. She could already feel herself getting wet, pushing forward as she sat.
“About as good as I’ll get it. I'm real sorry about that.” The human said as she pulled her hand away.
Kuni almost whimpered as her body demanded more. Her heart was racing as she reasoned that she was already this aroused and the only way to fix it before her change was to climax. “If you want a little coin maybe we could rent a room and you can really show how sorry you are.”
“Oh I’m flattered.” She spoke, adjusting her top absentmindedly as she covered up her most intimate areas. “But I only like men.”
The wench’s voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. “That's a perk of working here. Most of the guys are really packing in their trousers. And being fresh from a fight really has them fired up to give it their all.” She added with a giggle. “But tell you what, I’ll cheer you on in your fight. Gonna be there anyway to earn a little extra.”
Kuni was almost heartbroken and felt foolish for trying to pick up a bar maiden. She cursed herself, it must be her damn male half already influencing her. She’d never try to fuck strangers if it wasnt for that.
Morn was oblivious to her friend’s sexual frustrations. “How do they make money here if they keep spilling everything?”
The next day Morn woke up bright and early to apply her makeup. She had been doing it all of her life in various patterns and putting on the skeletal pattern on her face and arms was easy. What was less easy was to fit her body into the tight outfit. Her top made it feel like her breasts were being squeezed constantly and no matter how hard she pulled up her pants, part of her ass was showing. It was uncomfortable but still allowed her ease of movement so she couldn't complain.
She did plan to really practice using her sexy as a weapon, especially with how Glysh match went. She made her way to the Squared Circle, all the while being pelted with boos and jeers from the crowd. She shot back with equal venom, giving obscene gestures to the crowd and tossing out every curse word she could think of. Her opponent was already standing in the ring waiting. He was tiefling, with light purple skin and large curling horns on his head. He wore tight yellow pants with a mask that covered up the top of his head.
The referee stood in the ring, the same one as Morn’s last match. Using the voice caster he announced that this semi finals would be between Morn and the Saffron.
“I want a good clean fight.” The ref said, shooting daggers at Morn in particular.
She ignored this, keeping her eyes on her opponent as the match was signaled to start. The two circled each other, both in a low stance ready to act.
Morn was first, but instead of launching an attack she chose to lean forward. This showed off her cleavage in her too tight top.
“Oh hey big boy.” The orc spoke in a tone she thought was haughty as she pushed her elbows together to further show off her boobs. “If you let me win I’ll let you do anything you want to them.”
The tiefling let out a snicker at this, shaking his head.
“Are you more of a butt guy?” Morn said, as she started to turn.
“I'm not a girl guy.”
Morn stopped dead for a moment. She had not planned for this, and her primary weapon had already been defeated. “Like, not even a little bit?”
The Saffron did not respond, choosing to jump and wrap his legs around the orc’s neck and twisted his body as he fell. This flung the green woman across the ring, making the crowd give a loud cheer.
Morn scrambled to her feet, realizing this is probably how men feel like when they get rejected at bars. If sexy couldnt work then she would just have to fall back on her tried and true method of beating his ass to win. She tried to launch a series of punches, but the tiefling was too fast and nimbly dodged each one. Morn overextended with one hit and this was countered by a sharp snapping punch to her nose. Her vision blurred as her eyes naturally started to water. When she blinked it way to see more clearly her foe was gone. She heard the sound of the tight ropes stretching behind her. She turned just in time to see the Saffron jumping off the ropes and kicking both feet at her.
Her breasts took the full force of the impact, compressing against her ribcage painfully. She stumbled back, clutching her chest.
“Come on, try to make this hard for me.” The man taunted while flexing his arms to the crowd who roared with approval, many yelling to finish off the orc. Morn felt anger well in her, wanting to put him down and to show up the jeering onlookers.
Saffron launched a high kick to the head, but Morn was quick enough to block the attack and catch his foot. He had to give an awkward hop to keep his balance.
“Got you now!” She roared as she pulled her free arm back to punch him between the legs. Before she could the Saffron hopped and spun his body, hitting her with his other leg across the face. Morn had to let go from the sudden impact, turning and falling to her hands and knees. Once more the crowd went wild.
She pushed herself back up, but felt an arm curl around her neck. The Saffron had Morn in a rear chokehold and began to squeeze her windpipe. She grabbed at his arm and pulled, but even with her superior strength she could not pry herself free, only slightly lessen the pressure. She thought of how to escape, when she felt a familiar sensation on her rump. Her own pants have fallen down enough so her bare green skin was on his crotch. And his own pants were thin enough she she could feel a lot of what he was packing. She began to move her hips up and down, grinding on him.
“Hey! What are you doing?” He asked, trying to keep his composure.
She could feel a twitch between her cheeks. “Seeing if you are a butt guy.”
Morn kept grinding, feeling it grow more and more.
“What are you going to do? If you let go everyone will see you standing proud. Or you could just stay there and enjoy this.” She let out in a breathy voice. His grip was weakening as he could only moan. “For someone who doesn't like girls you sure love my ass.”
She could feel him getting closer, and she clenched her cheeks together, making him shudder in sudden pleasure. At this Morn pushed back with her hips as hard as she could, making him stumble back. She turned, seeing him blushing with a tent pitched. She gripped one hand under his thigh and one under his armpit, lifting him up and running to the ring post.
“Looks like I made it plenty hard for you!” She yelled as she forced him down crotch first on the metal pole, crushing his balls. Every male in attendance let out a wince of pain as his mouth turned into a silent scream of agony. Morn let go, letting him fall uncermously out of the ring.
All onlookers were silent, seeing the sudden turnaround. Morn nudged the ref, reminding him to start the ring out count. With a dejected sigh seeing how he isn't getting up soon he did his duty and counted down from ten. When he reached zero he declared Morn the winner, much to the disappointment of the crowd.
Kuni was cursing herself in the pre fight ready tent. Her curse had taken over and she had already turned blue. Worst of all her man parts grew in huge, with a thick throbbing erection and balls that felt like they could burst at any moment with how full they were. Even with her tiger pattern outfit acting like a skirt there was no hiding her transformation. Even her horns had started to get longer. She knew that her match was soon. Her new half curse made it so masterbation was impossible and the only way for her to go back to fully female would be to have someone else help her to cum. She closed her eyes, trying to relax and focus on anything besides her desperate need to climax. She pictured ice cold mountains, relaxing snow settling on trees. No sexy thoughts at all. Especially she forced herself to not think of that busty ass hell tavern wench in the cold, the icy temperature making her nipples get rock hard and poking through her top, practically begging to get sucked on and-
She shook her head, letting out a frustrated groan. Looking down she saw that her erection had at least died to a half chub. It would have to do, as she was being called out to fight.
The now blue woman felt mortified as she made her way down the walkway. Even as the crowd cheered and the announcer hollered her name she could only keep her eyes on the floor, even as she climbed into the squared circle.
The ref stopped her, while she had the same face and outfit her new skin tone was very distracting. “Are you really Kuni?”
“Yes, I turn blue sometimes.” She said flatly.
The human looked her over, and eyes widened as he saw the bulge in her skirt.
“Can we just start the damn match?” She asked, her voice pleading.
“Uh, sure.” He agreed, giving a thumbs up to the announcer who began to induce her opponent. Oni are rare, and as such the curse that plagues them was poorly understood. Kuni heard a familiar voice through everyone's cheering. She turned and saw the tavern woman in the front row, hopping up and down. When the two made eye contact she smiled and increated her cheering. The blue woman bit her lip seeing how ferociously her breasts bounced and how her top struggled now more than ever to hold back the force of her motion.
She was brought back to reality when she heard the ref scream out for the match to start. Kuni felt a sharp pain in her gut as she finally took notice of who she was fighting. It was a human, dark hair and thankfully dressed conservatively. She had a creeper skin suit on that covered her body to the knees and elbows and was not tight enough to be distracting.
Even as she bent over from the sucker punch Kuni had to be at least thankful that her transformation did grant her some extra muscle mass, so the impact was lessened by the bulk. This did also snap her out of her horny induced stupor to fight properly. The dark haired woman saw how ineffectual her punch was and chose to try a different tactic. She turned her head deliberately and lit up her eyes in exaggerated surprise. “Oh would you look at that! The ring girl just lost her top!”
Kuni knew this was a lie, obviously. But what if? At that she turned to where the wench was, disappointed to see her breasts firmly in their top. Before she could process this deception the newly formed testicles felt like they had been hit with a sledgehammer. She lurched forward and saw her opponent bringing a foot back from delivering a painful snap kick to her groin. The balls had just been created, and were especially sensitive. No amount of extra muscle could hope to protect her manhood. Cupping her balls she had to look up at her foe, who gave a smug smirk as she placed a finger on the oni’s forehead and pushed her over. Kuni tried to force her hands away to get back up, but found the pain too intense and had to use all her strength to not throw up. The human placed a foot on the blue woman’s hips to pin her and she was quickly counted out. Kuni did her best mental gymnastics to blame her loss solely on her male half.
