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“Well, I’ve never would have thought that it would come to this.” Thought out loud Nathe between taking 2 big bites of his roasted but otherwise unidentifiable food. Logically he knew he wouldn’t be able to name this animal, but it resembled a pig, smelled like baked pig and tasted like pig, so he was just calling it pig inside his head, till the time came where someone corrected him on that. It was a quaint little experience in his honest opinion as surreal as it was. He was sitting with a plethora of kobolds, with whom he couldn’t talk to, nor he did try as he was so flabbergasted by what was happening around him, that he was just mutely observing his surroundings, while munching on a roasted PigTM leg, that needed some spices in his opinion, but knowing that in medieval times it was worth it’s weight in gold, and the settlement around it was at best called tattered, it didn’t seem like it didn’t seem like they had the chance to procure some.

With a shake of his head Nathe tried to dispel these nonessential thoughts that caught him, and looked around to really take in the atmosphere. The kobolds near him had a plethora of colours, was easily excitable like small children on a sugar rush, as they let out sounds like cute yips, or warbling groans to communicate. That is why the Simgur was so curious to him. He could talk to him properly, albeit in a bit of a broken, language barrier style but he could understand him and vice versa and that was all it mattered. But it weirded him out as well. He was clearly not from this world, but even then in this backwater area a kobold of all things were communicating with him, and that was really suspicious to his detective mind.

“How come you are not aggressive against outsiders? Last time I’ve read anything about kobolds you live in close knit little tribes, or bigger ones if lead by a powerful shaman or leader, and anything outside that is an enemy which needs to be destroyed with tooth and nail.” Those hours went into reading fantasy novels and such, I do hope there will be some true logic in there, that also works here. “We friendly kobolds, us hurt nobody!” Came the indignant reply from Simgur, with a plethora of gestures as well. The kobold was cute with the scrunched-up nose, tail wagging sideways by heated talk, and a slight change was noticeable on the scale colour of his cheeks. “Also, we don’t eat so good smelling humans!” He did nose him on the side while saying this. Reacting to this there was some indignant chattering in the background, and if Nathe had a reaction time of a great sports player even then he couldn’t dodge the dogpile that the other kobolds threw him in. Tails, hands kobold heads were everywhere, he also caught someone sniffing his ass!

Muscling himself out of the overly friendly tribe he lost a good bit of composure. “ALL RIGHT! STOP! What the hell is wrong with you? I didn’t ask you to be assaulted, I just wanted to talk about something, maybe get to know you a bit better! I wanted to be grateful, for what you did, as I am truly, but this is too much! I just wanted to be friends, because of how you greeted me and such. Man at this point I don’t know… If you are going to, I don’t know, assault me again then I guess I can leave.” Nathe was ready to pick up his every belonging (which was much more outside of what he was wearing on himself) and leave the tribe. He just realised that he had some stuff with him that was outrageous in this environment. His phone was still with him! Survived even his fall as well and the crack which he did like 3 months ago didn’t get worse as well. He had like 70% battery, nothing to charge the phone with and no cell service, no internet connection as well, but it had the things he saved locally which was mostly entertainment. He even got his keys, but the issue was he lost his ID sometime in middle of the hunting of his hide. Although thinking a bit more about that it didn’t serve too much of a purpose, as still there shouldn’t be a police force here that was going to lock him up in a cell, for not having his driver’s license.

Getting his composure together and checking his inventory helped to calm his nerves, and looking at the big pleading eyes of an entire tribe of kobolds made his anger evaporate and break his resolve on ending this meeting early. Alas his stomach wasn’t decidedly even close with his impromptu meal gave the last groaning push to make him sit back to the fire. “All right I won’t leave but please give me some personal space.” To this instantly came the question, which made his hope on a calm meal disappear; “What is person space?” asked the chieftain. “This will be harder than I have thought.” While saying this he wriggled a little bit on the hard ground to make it a bit more comfortable of a seat, and began munching again, and a tribe with the same energy followed him in suit, albeit the gaze full of venom and the light slaps on noses did deter the curious noses that tried to sniff his ass again. Nathe couldn’t be mad for long though, because the kobolds had an energy that just stuck to him as well, were irresistibly cute with their doglike behaviour, and they really tried to be friendly to him on their weird way, so he would do so as well. Also thinking about it a bit better, having some help in this new world wouldn’t do him worse than not having it, so he will try to accept their ways unless it was truly invasive.

Simgur was truly hopeful this time around. When they first got the prophecy that there will be a creature soon, that will change their lives for the better, but they needed to complete a ritual for it, and the catalyst was some kind of blue light, that to this day couldn’t understand. Nevertheless, they searched desperately for this saviour and went a bit overboard. They captured most of the unfortunate travellers they could get their small paws on and did the ritual on them. Mostly were so unsuccessful, that said creature they tried it on disappeared, from the ritual circle. One was a half success, but it was an adult human traveler, who changed into a kobold. Because he lost most if his knowledge by ritual itself (they weren’t sure if that did it, just blamed it) and he was like a big hatchling for a good while, but with the strength of two adult kobolds. Simgur named him Kudo, because he grew into a role of a bodyguard soon enough, but it was a rickety journey. Still all his hopes lied in the fact, that this was a human, and with Kudo’s story, if he could believe the ears that he had, he fell to the ground when they met. If the ritual worked like in the visions he was gifted from his god, then he could at least stop pretending. He was so tired of that. He could leave all the thinking to his new leader, and he himself could retire. It was so annoying, that when he did something good his responsibilities grew by even more work.

-Tutorial stage 4 completed: befriend the locals. –

“Gah not you again?!” This shout made so that almost all the kobolds were looking at him at first in curiosity, then bewilderment, then in full adoration. They made several rows in front of him and bowed to him as if practiced, with Simgur in the first-row center. And he chittered something excitedly to him which he couldn’t understand at all. So, seeing his befuddled expression, and the loudly muttered; “What?”, he immediately began translating it with his broken language. “We greet the glorious leader! We are truly happy to meet you and pledge our lives to you!

Nathe awkwardly gawked at the kneeling kobolds before him stupefied. "What the hell are all doing right now, I cannot truly fathom. I was just... You know, minding my own business arguing with an impossible blue box as you usually normally do.” You don't normally do that but what can I do at this point?! I usually watch the telly and play games with friends from the comfort of my home not stand in the middle of a clearing in front of a bunch of kobolds like some sort of a leader. What do you even call a bunch of kobolds together anyway? Horde? Naw. Litter? Maybe. A pack? This is going to be the closest I will get. Also how come now they can see it as well, but when I met up with the purple one, it was only visible to me? Meanwhile the kobolds stared at their supposed savior in adoration and let him muse to himself. Afterall leaders should be clever, and they need time to think on things. Even if that is the furthest away from the truth they could get.

Simgur asked him a bit fearfully, because he knew he shouldn't cut the thinking time short with his excited chittering but couldn't help himself. You wish for bath? We give you best bath! Or more food? Sweet? Food in bath? As Nathe heard the innumerable possibilities for idle activities he just settled for the first few he heard. "Sweets please" As he couldn't resist his sweet tooth anymore, but also the curiosity of how this tiny tribe got some confectionaries. "After that bath should be good, I think I smell horrible." Smelling himself and confirming that yes, he reeked of his own sweat, and a bit of mud after the tumble he took he was more than okay with taking a bath. Hearing his thoughts and immediately getting to them as they were yet clueless of his state, de facto leader spoke Simgur helped translate his wishes and the entire tribe in a flurry of activity got to ensure that this time they won't let this one go. After all what is a tribe of kobolds worth without a good and big protector helping them along? So, the first order of business was getting his sweets. It was in the form of a fruit, that looked kind of like a melon, had meat close to strawberry, tasted like banana and smelled like oranges. It was a brutal flurry of confused senses to poor Nathe, who also unknown to him was spiked with some kind of powder to make him more malleable, also agreeable to suggestions. Consuming the fruit, in his head a salad bowl, he felt like he was a little bit tipsy, so after hearing from Simgur that the bath was ready for him and he should just follow him, Nathe was more than happy, to get on his unstable legs, which were trying to fold under him like a chair, and giggle a little bit as he was supported along by kobolds almost half his size, to the aforementioned bath. The road there was a bit winding and long, but he didn't mind as he was mostly in his head for the most time neither noticing the looks, he was getting, nor where he was going, luckily his supports both held him steady, and nudged him in the right direction when he was trying to stray away from the correct path. He was still focused on not letting his helpers take sniffs from him. Even if they were getting increasingly clever with their methods.

It was close to 10 minutes of dizzy and confused walk they got to their destination, which was breathtaking. Simgur proudly stated to him in his giddy and chittery voice that this was their own handiwork, and he won't find better baths anywhere cause kobolds were known for their bathing practices, so he should just let himself be pampered they got everything covered. Not that he was using these words in the sentence, but fuzzy Nathe knew he was filling in the blanks with his overactive imagination. But nobody could blame him as he was drugged close to being out of his mind. Nevertheless, the baths as he was seeing it were astonishing. It had truly huge dimensions, because for a few kobolds it was more than enough, it looked like there was an olimpic sized pool carved inside the mountain. It was inside a rather large natural cavern, lit somehow by glowing blue and green crystals creating an awe-inspiring cyan glow to the pooling lake inside. There were cracks everywhere on the walls that had some purpose or another Nathe didn't really know, but supposed they were purposefully placed there, as the little spouts coming towards the center were handmade and placed with intent. The pool was filled with carved stones depycting a huge dragon swimming towards the other side of the pool. "Heh... of course it is dragon decorated. Kobolds do love dragons." Nathe thought out loud while continuing his inspections. One side, where the dragon was swimming towards had a carved waterfall supply the whole pool. This as well was dragon themed, as in a water dragon was jumping out of the pool, taking flight, and bellowing towards an unseen invader. The spring of heated water was making it seem like the statue also was spewing heated fog out of its mouth, it looked realistic enough that if no one knew better someone would believe it was alive. Also, it had sections to it. Different levels, for different activities. The shallows were in his thoughts for lounging purposes, but you could find deeper parts that were made for swimming, and such. There were no clear lines so you could differentiate between these, but from above it looked like the builders of this place had a giant oval shaped cookie cutter, and they cut the middle part of the dough out, in different depths, but left the outer part undisturbed.

He was taken to a part of the pool that looked like it was generally made for lounging, and before he got to undressing, suddenly he realized that he was surrounded by an overly curious bunch of kobolds that had him self-conscious. "All right you bunch! I said I want to bathe but I am not going to get naked in front of you all, although I might've an idea on how to circle around an awkward situation." He gingerly shed his clothes the kobolds, taking them from his hands to put them away to who knows where, all the way to his underwear, and no more. "So, I just well..." While saying these he was gently nudged to the side by a gentle pink hand which belonged to a cute supposedly female kobold who showed him that the water was more than fine, and he should partake in this gift of nature. Stepping in and feeling his legs heat up, also letting out a grunt of satisfaction, he timidly walked into the water reclined against a seat that was for some reason oversized even for him, and let his worries float away for a while.

Simgur seeing that Nathe was more than comfortable decided to pipe up, before he could have the chance to doze off. “You want massage now, yes?” This idea was decidedly up in Nathe’s alley so he instantly acquiesced. “I mean It won’t hurt no one, so I’ll take it thank you.” With that decision made Simgur was glad that the chosen one, (even if he didn’t know what his role was) so easy to agree with them. Kudo was not the same as this one and renaming him took some effort, but now no one remembers what he was like before. In his opinion, he was too worried all the time, so it is better to have a leader that can be talked to. After some hand gestures from Simgur the earth trembled a bit and out of the water came a surface closely resembling a massage bed.

This was Nathe’s second time witnessing magic, so he was still dubious. “So, I uhm, I just lie down in this, and I’ll get a massage?” Came a dubious question from the clueless human. He is so adorable like this Simgur thought. “Yes! Yes, come, come Dali here will show good time!” Nathe was then introduced to a scantily clothed kobold lady who came into his personal space almost instantly. She was adorable, at 3 feet 5 inches not the smallest of them, and he was surprised to find out that the kobold females had some very mammalian parts. She was also light green, with some visible scarring in her stomach and lower back which might’ve been from a large predator, but she wore clothing that loosely resembled a belly dancer from earth. She also wore some gold like cuffs on her arms and tail and some rings on each middle finger of her digitigrade legs. To be exact she had 3 fingers on each foot, and the left middle one had two the right one had one. She rumbled softly something incomprehensible to him, what Simgurd helpfully translated to him: “Lie down master Nathe, as she cannot begin to massage you standing up!” After a little bit of hesitation Nathe did do so. After a bit of shuffle, and some much-needed adjustments on the bed, he was comfortably lying on his stomach face down, smelling the mineral rich water, and the earth that made his bedding now. It was confusingly pleasant to say the least.

She began the massage with his hands. It was an exploration that he didn’t expect, she firstly just poked and prodded his fingers, and hand searching for something he didn’t know and after a few minutes of this, and before he could voice a complaint she began. First were his hands. She went from finger to finger pulling the tendons, pushing against the arteries, increasing blood flow. All around a great experience. Nathe felt slowly his stress ebb away bit by bit muscle by muscle. Then his arms followed. She was kneading his lower arms, getting knots out from long time ago, when he needed to place heavy objects from A to B. It came with a bit of a pain in both arms, but after a while blissful serenity gave way to his impromptu pain. The increased blood flow meant his arm got a good fuzzy feeling, and a pleasant numbness. After that came his biceps and shoulders. What Nathe didn’t realize was that with every push and pull, and with him being laid out in a badly hidden ritual circle, his body was drinking in the ambient magic.

His arms began bulking out, not noticeably at first, but after a few minutes of gentle nudges in the right direction and there was some definition on them. Minutes of gentle kneading meant that his arms lost all the fat from the surface and turned into muscle and bone length. Nathe didn’t even realise this, his subtle transformation, but let out pleasured groans, and grunts, sometimes even adjusting his posture giving better reach to his masseuse. His fingers also gained some length, sometimes clenching with strength, trying to grasp at his fleeting malnourished human body. After his arms were done, for now at least, came his back and shoulders.

Dali worked diligently on his new supposed masters back, helping him grow and get better as a person. The tomes helping them finding their new Lord said it was supposed to be like this, at least in the retellings of Simgur, no one else could read in the tribe; slow and gradual, not the freakishly fast transformation of the now aptly named Kudo, he has lost most of his previous body mass, but elsewhere grew freakishly large, no kobold could boast about a member that size before him. She knew he was someone else before, and would have been remorseful about that person, but now Kudo was happy, and a helpful member of the tribe and she could tell that whoever he was before was not happy. This master is not happy either given how easily she could find little knots and bunched up nerves in his master’s broadening back. He was coming along nicely if she could say so for herself. She could feel him adding on the weight that his improper diet denied him in his youth. His back was broadening slowly, and she was feeling his natural musk getting stronger. She didn’t realise it before, but standing near the platform didn’t cut it anymore, she needed to feel his new master’s strength beneath her scales. So, she couldn’t wait anymore and climbed atop of him trying to listen at his protest which were not coming. She chirped happily at Simgur: “Chief it is working! He is drinking in the power as a drink starved kobold after mining all day near the heat every hour of the day!

All the while Nathe was trying hard to not fall asleep under the hands of the kobold who was getting rid of all the accumulated stress that he so hardworkingly tried to pile up unto himself. He was feeling a bit of a weight pressed on his back, but if pressed on an answer of what that was, he would answer 99 out of a 100 that it is some kind of small blanket there to help protect his modesty. His little blanket all the while was easing him up for the ritual circle to take full effect. Dali was closely pressed up on his back sniffing all the while using her strong little hands, creating little swirls in the water. His master musk did make her feel like home, safety and manliness. It took her mind pushed it a bit higher and gave her the feeling that there is a prime male beneath her, who can give her strong enough children, who will take the name of his tribe all over the world so everyone can know where to come back to meet up with the master of masters. Her slit got heated one second to the next, it puffed up and began secreting ample lubing so her chosen male could take her right this instant. She was always on the note that the mammaries on her chest never had any kind of purpose, but now to entice this male, her chosen male, was essential. This meant a war in which she’d use everything in her power, so he’d chose her too, and she noticed the more than curious gaze to breasts and other body parts on the others. But! Thinking later, master’s pleasure comes first. More heated huffs from his scent, she advanced down his legs, intentionally leaving the are of her interests out, so she could make herself even more frenzied if presented with the price of him, but also because she wished to see him get stronger, and larger for her. She went down his legs one by one massaging, sniffing, giving little kisses all the while and grinding her wet slit to his back taking pleasure herself, listening for moans so she could know which areas needed her professional little hands the most.

Nathe’s boxers did creak under his pumped-up thigh muscles, they were increasing in body mass so rapidly that it pulled itself into the crease between his thighs and buttocks. His groans deepening in pitch under the heavily transformed and transforming massage, also given out a deep grunt when Dali eventually arrived at his soles and gave them the loving they never received before. She began by just slowly tracing fingers around the middle part while her head was gravitating the slowly growing appendages and in 30 seconds she did bump her nose just under the toes, the little divot like a perfect puzzle piece for her nose to slot into. She took in a huge 10 second inhale and left her mind buzz with a pleasurable sensation almost till she passed out. The grinding of her scales and the sensations across her senses helped her to speed her across the first orgasm of the night, falling on the leg she was sitting on, pushing her crotch on an imagined cock, pressing hard into Nathe’s leg. She stayed there for a good while dazed and pleasured riding out her climax. The floral scent of her did get mixed into the water and the high concentration did need more than a minute to dilute. She was so abuzz with the feelings granted to her, that she stopped massaging, luckily the grinding counted as such or the ritual would have been broken in progress, and they couldn’t afford that.

Simgur noticed this and immediately came to reprimand her whisper chittering to her in kobold: “You need to complete the ritual first! Fun times after!” She did sober up a little after that. After asking for forgiveness in a small voice she did follow up the massage with Nathe’s buttocks, making them into hard buns that had the bounciness of a over kneaded dough, and he could turn them into steel buns by thought alone. Dali, given her task with her master’s backside was over asked him to turn over. Small problem was that Nathe didn’t receive such a great in his entire life and was hovering near true unconsciousness. So, with Simgur’s several requests, he just groggily “Hmm?”-ed, laid on his back, and looked up to see the cute little lady kobold already there to knead his scalp into a buzzing stress relieved coma. She knead his brain into a tranquil growth sponge. His thoughts came in clearer, he lost his memory less, his eyesight got sharper, and his smell got simply better. He could distinguish a floral scent, that gave him the weirdest urges ever, and even his tastebuds felt clearer than ever. In the process he truly began to snooze, and in that dream, he met a really cute coworker, who he asked out to a date, and they were watching a b rated movie in the cinema. Meanwhile Dali did repeat the process the same as before. Upper body came first with the frontal part of shoulders, then pecs followed by abs. All of them gained definition, and even under the abs Nathe gained a nice Adonis belt that directly pointed to his crotch, so everyone should find it with more ease.

As before she jumped this part of Nathe’s body, because she feared if she began with it now, then there was no turning back for her as well. She’d get lost in the musk he emitted all the time now, and it was only getting stronger, so she did need all her wits with her to not just began attacking his master right now, demanding him with screaming pleasure to give her eggs, and leave her with such a gravid belly that the others in the clan will definitely envy. Master was all for her, no one else could get to him, her instincts urged her to make a lair for this male.

She was definitely losing herself now, and the ritual still wasn’t complete, so she urged her body to not give in right this instant, and started on the legs again, but this time from the front side. She pushed and pulled muscles so they could slot into their new allocated space, and stretched tendons just so they could adapt to the bigger bones Nathe had. She did already do the feet properly, so that was out as she shouldn’t repeat the same part twice, so at last… “Finally!” with an eager whisper shout she placed herself just so her slit could be positioned in front of Nathe’s face -who was still enjoying a dream dinner after the movie with a gorgeous coworker- and with two well placed small nicks on the underwear’s rubber bands, the fabric gave away with a small *crrreaak* sound and Dali came face to face with Nathe’s half erect member. It was an entirely average human penis with 5.5 inches and some small hairs covering it. It was perfect in her eyes, and if she had the ability her eyes would show little hearts in them. After looking it over and finding it more than adequate for her purposes, she leant in and took a small breath, just so she could familiarise herself with the smell. She’d had more than enough from the other parts, but this place was so undiluted, so male so unique to his master. It wasn’t rank but it was sweaty, and it was bliss. She was making his newly enhanced pecs shine with her fluids, so there was no more stopping her now. Leaning in more and pushing her nose under, so Nathe’s cock could drape across her face, she began slowly nose into the place where his balls met the underside of his shaft.

The tickle of his fur here was appreciated greatly. Daly gingerly stretched her arms out so she could take hold of the smallish sack under it and massaged it so it could produce more sperm just for her. It should be all hers, shouldn’t it? Since she will drink it first, then get it in her womb, then under the tail as well, master could do to her whatever he wanted, if he gave her his nectar. With more zeal but still with care thumbed at his growing ballsack. She gave small kisses to the part directly before her mouth, but it was not enough she was seeing and feeling his master get harder by the second from the treatment, so she needed to have a proper taste. So going upwards giving out kiss by kiss, inch by inch slowly she climbed to the mountain top, to the mushroom helmet of Nathe’s cock, where already a bead of pre was forming. With her long tongue, and ravenous hunger she licked it up savouring the taste as if she didn’t eat a smidge since weeks ago, and could live just on this as nutrients. She decided that she needed more of this, and right this instant. Her left hand was already massaging his gonads, so they could produce more precum for her, but she needed the support of her right to point it dead center to her silken smooth mouth and tongue. Kissing the tip again she began taking his engorged penis into her mouth and corkscrewed her tongue around and under the prominent foreskin. She licked slowly, dragging her tongue everywhere under the loose skin, so she could reach everything that penis made, pre, sweat, cum, everything. She needed it all. Slowly circling around she made a funnel, so if there was precum that flowed freely from Nathe’s cock it only could reach her throat, then her cum hungry stomach. Slowly sucking and alternating in which direction her tongue spun she increased the pressure on the cockhead, so it could fill with more blood and throb angrily against her tastebuds. But shee needed to feel this tasty cock deeper, she wanted it more, to choke on the musk and cum, to feel the length suffocating her. So she took two more inches inside her mouth, peeling back the foreskin so it let the glans it protected free, so she could push all his buttons. With a slow bob of her head, she began getting him off, firstly just so she could get used to the unique sensations of his humanlike cock on her tongue, the coarse but plush fur under her fingers, the heartbeat that felt through every throb of his penis. But after one or 2 minutes of this she changed it up. She turned her head while bobbing deeper and deeper, and with a small gag from her part, she didn’t expect him to reach the back of her throat so fast, she could also tap his balls to her snout. Her right hand which helped point his member, now with a thumb and a forefinger circle helped to jack him off so he was never left without sensation even if her mouth left more of his penis without.

His precum in her mouth came at a slow trickle in large intervals, but the ritual was remedying this problem fast. His smallish pouch started to fill out first with more cum to give, but after that his balls began to produce simply more, and more. The denser spurts down her gullet signified this, but she relished in the sensation of him growing bigger, and better for her, so she could get more cum from him. After this she got frenzied in her ministrations, and sped up so she could taste more of his pre. After a little while her right arm began to tire, but now she knew the reason as well; his master gained length and girth as well! That is why she felt him push more and more into her throat and felt the taste less of his fluids. Dali was grinding herself to Nathe’s pecks all the while, but her pleasure was still less important than her master’s. Speeding up once more she felt the burn in her muscles, but knew that her master was close, given the sounds he gave out in his sleep, the more abundant precum, the faster pulses of his cock, because his balls were jumpy, and after half a minute they did drew up, and with a “GRRRR” Nathe came. His seed was more abundant because of the ritual, but still in the realm of humanity, and after ten seconds of orgasming, and 10 spurts of dense tasty seed for Daly, his orgasm subsided. She nursed on his deflating cock all the while his orgasm lasted, and thoroughly gave it a cleaning as well, so there was no evidence of this happening, besides his larger cock and balls. Both took up on some weight and heft, not unnoticeable, but not excessive either. His new size was 7 inches flat, and his balls looked like normal walnuts instead. She was most impressed by his taste as well, it wasn’t unpleasant at all, as most males tended to be. But unlike them his was tangy and tasty, and she needed more of it, she couldn’t get enough. Her orgasm which followed her master’s directly was unheeded, she needed more rounds, all day, every day. She will be a good little cumdump for this, a good little cavernbold, but she needed this ambrosia in her life, only one taste was enough to make her addicted.

It took a good bit of strength from Simgur to peel away the almost heat-stricken Dali from Nathe’s back and even still he needed help from the others to ground her in a room from which she couldn’t escape, because it would’ve done more problems than good in this instance. Also, he needed to find a sheet to cower their master, so he wouldn’t go cold, wake up and realise something is wrong. Furthermore, he needed to use his staff, so it would hopefully repair the turn up underpants, and grow them to fit Nathe’s improved physiology. In the meantime, Nathe’s dreams turned to the lewd side and the coworker brought him up to her apartment, and they didn’t get two steps in, and she gave him the most amazing blowjob that he’s ever received. It felt a bit to real at times, but it was so incredible, her technique with his foreskin so unique, that he’d never wanted it to stop. After orgasming and waking up he was so embarrassed before the kobolds, who laid some kind of sheet over him to not let him get cold that he didn’t even notice he was missing his boxers altogether, and just pleaded Simgur a place where he could sleep alone. His wish was met with a smallish side room in the cave system which looked freshly dug out, and he had a small nook with bedding that was more than enough for him to get himself a good night’s sleep. “Whatever shall I do about these dreams man?” He asked himself after he was left to his own devices. “I can’t survive an another embarrassment like this. The kobolds probably think that I’m a pervert… Ah shucks I can’t believe I did that and came in my sleep. It feels like I am hornier than ever before. Hopefully I find a solution to this tomorrow.” Whith procrastination in his mind, he gave his libido caused problem to tomorrow’s Nathe and went to sleep. With almost no time at all he began slumbering the night away in this strange and unknown world, where he didn’t know how to find his way home.