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The Lair of the Minotaur: The Third Party

Featuring

Avine the Rogue (Luvian)

Yolk the Warrior (YolkMonkey)

Jordan Caracara the Wizard (Friendofloyd)

with Cai the Alchemist (Rory)

By Danath (danath.sofurry.com)

With worldbuilding by Rykela, Taiko, and others

Encounters and the party's actions were randomly chosen and voted on by members of the Nocturnal Transmissions Discord channel. Success or failure depended on random die rolls and other modifiers.

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The entrance to the cave system yawned before the trio of adventurers gathered at the dry, sandy lip. For miles around them, nothing but parched desert, save for the odd bleached rock. The tunnel itself looked dark, suspiciously so for the sun being nearly directly overhead.

The smallest of the three adventurers, a gray-furred griffon with a blue beak and green eyes, leaned on smooth wooden staff. Three pale gems were embedded in the end of the wand, and they glowed bright as the wizard cast a spell of light on the tip of it.

The glow illuminated the faces of his traveling companions from below - a tall and muscular blue-furred monkey and a white-furred wolfbird with an eager look in her eyes. The small griffin pushed the staff forward a few feet, but could only illuminate the first fifteen or so feet of the rocky tunnel, which sloped downwards at a regular, steady angle.

“What do you think?" the wolfbird asked. Her pink nostrils flared as she tried to scent anything on the musty, hot breeze. “Seems like the place."

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn't," Yolk said, drawing a large, flashy scimitar from the sheath at his side. The shirtless warrior wore loose, baggy pants hemmed around his ankles, and had long white hair pulled back between his round ears. “Only one way to find out."

Jordan's wings fluttered outwards for a moment before the dark gray feathers settled back in along his sleek, lithe lion-like body. He wore a pair of leather pants, a utility belt, and a simple leather tunic, eschewing the typical wizard garbs of robes and hats. He grinned, eyes shining even brighter.

“They say there's treasure beyond your wildest dreams inside," the gryphon said, his voice almost chirping with excitement. “This has gotta be the place. There's nothing else for miles."

The wolfbird licked her lips. Like the gryphon, the wolf had a pair of wings on her back that poked through reinforced holes in her leather armor. The armor was especially sturdy in the front, where it formed a corset-like swell to accommodate the wolf's large chest. The flaps of the tunic draped down around her long white tail and plump, round rump, while a pair of shorts made of rough cloth draped down to her lower thighs, leaving much of her furry white legs bare. The rogue's paws stepped forward, the first to advance into the tunnel. She checked for traps, looking for tripwires and other tell-tale signs of trouble, but as the trio advanced down the tunnel, they encountered nothing but darkness. Jordan kept an invisible magic paw against the wall, using chalk to mark it every few dozen feet in case they needed to retreat or got turned around.

They couldn't even see the circle of light provided by the entrance behind them, but they continued to trudge forward in silence, using Jordan's light magic to see while Avine looked for traps. Yolk sheathed his scimitar, not wanting to accidentally slice a teammate in the darkness, and focused on peering into the distance. He was the first to see the pinpoint of light far ahead of them as the tunnel flattened.

“There!" he said, pointing.

The party hurried on. Yolk, eager for battle and to show off his skills; Avine, eager for treasure and the chance to swipe a few good treasures on the DL; and Jordan, whose lust for the shinies compared favorably to the wolfbird's. Soon, the circle of light grew larger and larger, gradually revealing details of the cavernous room inside.

The rocky floor stretched down towards a channel of water rushing along through the center of the room horizontally. The incline was steep and the water deep and fast. There was a bridge made of dark red stones, roughly chipped and hewn into shape, that arched across the channels. The bridge wasn't very long - only five or so feet - but it spanned almost twenty feet wide.

And there, standing in the center of the bridge over which the party would need to travel, was a pair of smirking kobolds. The dragon-lizards were short, under five feet, and wore large ponchos made of dirty linen with freshly cut edges. It was hard to see much else of their bodies, but their slim muzzles and large eyes grinned at the adventurers as the trio approached.

“Well, well, well," the leftmost kobold said. His smooth hide was made of tightly packed pale green scales that gleamed in the light filling the cavern. “Lookit here, Olrog. Adventurers."

The other kobold had a dark purple hide, but was otherwise almost identical to the green kobold in the shape of his head and muzzle.

“You're right, Griathar. Looks like we got a party of adventurers tryin' to cross our bridge."

“Whaddya think we should do about it, Olrog?"

“Dunno, Griathar. Got any ideas?"

The two kobolds cackled and giggled as the wolfbird, gryphon, and muscular blue monkey paused at the end of the bridge. Avine looked over the side, where the floor slanted steeply into the churning, rushing water, which looked dark, cold, and likely to pull a person under as soon as they put a toe in.

“We don't want any trouble," Yolk said, though he rested the base of his palm on the pommel of his scimitar. The large monkey's wide muzzle pulled a little more firm as he stared at the two kobolds, trying to see if they were bluffing or not. His long, ropelike tail swung behind him as he focused on intimidating the lizardfolk. Kobolds were known for surrendering easily. “We only want to cross the bridge."

“Don't take another step!" the purple kobold said, “or you'll regret it!"

“Yeah, what he said!"

Avine glanced at Jordan as they waited behind Yolk. The gryphon shrugged.

“Kobolds usually aren't a big threat, especially not just two of them," he whispered.

“Kobolds aren't a big threat! They aren't a big threat!" the green and purple kobolds on the bridge chanted.

“Apparently we can't hear, either," Olrog said.

“Maybe we should make sure we can!" Griathar replied.

The kobolds bowed their heads and began to chant. They pressed their palms together, and in a few moments, bubbles of magical light filtered from the ground below them and curled over their linen cloaks in a circular, rising motion. The light intensified as the kobolds' voices grew stronger.

“Since when do regular kobolds know magic?" Avine said, not bothering to whisper as she crouched down low, ready to run if need be. Her wings spread partly off her back, equally ready to launch her towards the ceiling.

“They shouldn't!" Jordan said, speaking louder as the burbling, bubbling wind noises increased in volume and power. “They must have found a scroll!"

Yolk took a step back, scimitar drawn and at the ready, fangs bared from his pale gums. The kobolds ignored the party, both focusing and concentrating on the combined spell they cast.

“Hey! Stop!" the large fighter shouted. “Whatever you're doing, you won't stop us!"

“Stop you?" the two kobolds asked in unison. “We don't want to stop you - well, not for too long, anyways!"

As the two small males spoke, their voices deepened. The dirty linen cloaks hanging around their bodies suddenly pulled up from their ankles, revealing large, plump calves and thighs. Their tails fattened up, squishy and thick at the base, pointed at the tip, and it took the three adventurers a moment to realize that the clothing wasn't shrinking. The kobolds were growing.

And fast.

Avine and Jordan stumbled backwards towards the entrance, followed by Yolk. The muscular monkey kept his eyes trained on the enemy, sword at the ready, as the kobolds shot past his own height of seven feet. They retained their proportions, roughly, but soon doubled in size, before doubling again. The tatters of their linen cloaks rained down past their flat bellies and smooth pecs, brushing over and across the impressively massive arousals draping from their hips. Each kobold sported a cock that, even when they were five feet tall, would be more than enough to give all but the loosest of rumps pause, but now, towering over the party at almost twenty feet each, their malenesses loomed dangerously.

“What do you think, Olrog?" the green kobold grunted, taking a thunderous step forward as his immense shaft swung side to side. “The cute monkey?"

“Definitely!"

To his credit, Yolk did well for the first few minutes of the battle even against a pair of giants. He dodged and rolled to avoid grasping claws and paws that swung at him from every direction, leapt the huge tails swinging across the bridge stones, and swung his sword on target, bringing it down in a deadly arc towards the purple kobold's heart.

The blade snapped in half on contact, and the shocked blue monkey's eyes widened as he began to fall, only to be snatched from mid-air by the green kobold's huge claws. Each finger was the size of Yolk's muscular biceps.

Before he could let out a sound, Yolk found his round muzzle shoved against the femboy giant's chest, smeared across the plush, velvety scales, before gravity and paws pulled and pushed him lower. The enormous pale green maleness spread against his belly and chest so that his arms and legs draped down the sides, facing towards the kobold's plump belly. The massive lizardfolk's claws and fingers wrapped around Yolk and squeezed while pulling him forward, dragging him over the thick, musky flesh of the kobold shaft.

As Griorath's maleness hardened, lifting the monkey until he was head over heels, Olrog squeezed in, hefting his purple shaft until it smacked up against the green one, audibly clapping the muscular monkey in between and dazing him. The heat of the huge lengths, the way the oversized urethras squeezed around him, immobilizing him despite all his strength, took his breath away, and Yolk couldn't stop himself from reacting to the dense kobold musk.

“Oh, look! He likes it!" Olrog said, nudging the other kobold as he watched Yolk's tail and arms twitch.

“That means foreplay is over! Hee hee!"

The kobolds completely ignored Jordan and Avine. The gryphon and wolfbird watched from the end of the bridge, unsure how to help their party member as the two enormous kobolds, twenty feet tall each, roughly pawed him into place between their plump, wide hips.

“You got a spell to counter their growth?" Avine asked. The white-furred wolfbird bit her lower lip as she heard Yolk make a gurgling noise, followed by a sigh of contentment from the huge kobold holding the relatively small male's head in place.

“Uh… no… I got nothing," Jordan said, eyes wide and staring as Yolk's belly bulged with kobold cock. “But I think we should stick around and see if we can rescue him after…"

Avine's eyes flicked down towards the small gryphon's crotch, where his leather shorts tented quite obviously outwards.

“Yeah, not because you wanna watch, huh, ya little perv?"

“Hey! I'm not-"

Avine grinned, shiny white teeth bared. “Because I'm not budging until I see those two kobolds meet in the middle."

The gryphon's jaw clamped shut and he turned his head back towards the bridge. Yolk's broad shoulders and arms draped over the green kobold's thighs. His jaws distended, tongue and teeth dragging along the immense length spearing into his throat, while the other kobold's purple hands wrapped around the buff warrior's hips. Yolk gurgled as the two massive kobolds surged forward, crunching the warrior's body between them like an accordion as their wet lips met, tongues shoving into each other's muzzles. Their hips pumped, each flex causing Yolk's eyes to pop and his belly to distend upwards with the outline of the two incredible thicknesses. The kobolds went harder, moaning into each other's muzzles until beads of saliva dripped down into the blue fur of the adventurer pinned between them.

His full pecs and chiseled abs, which were covered in a heart-shaped patch of the same dark gray fur as around his muzzle, ballooned outwards when one of the kobolds came. It wasn't clear which, as thick streams of jizz splurted from each available exit simultaneously. Jordan let out a moan and clutched at his crotch, while Avine used her paws to cup her breasts and thumb her aching nipples. The wolfbird's thighs clenched as she listened to the kobolds laughing and moaning, encouraging each other and egging themselves on, all while the large, powerful fighter's belly jostled and sloshed up and down, side to side, losing the definition it had before. His hips stretched, legs splaying to the sides around the purple kobold's hips, as both males ground in deep, hilting, cumming hard, their moaning muzzles still sloppily, wetly kissing and sucking. The adventurer swelled between them, pushing back against their plump thighs and bellies as he inflated with the force of both gigantified kobold's eruptions.

Gallons upon gallons of kobold cum poured over the sides of the bridge or rolled down the inclines as, for the next ten minutes, both magically-enlarged males emptied their hefty balls, neither willing to pull back an inch as the blue-furred adventurer twitched and wriggled away.

“Nnnngggghhh… Olrog… can we… huff… can we keep him?"

“I think we should!" Griathar grunted, closing his eyes as his claws stroked through Yolk's fur. “Mmmmhhhh… but I gotta say, this made me really sleepy…"

“I know what you mean! Maybe that scroll we found… yawwwwwwwnnn… isn't as powerful as we thought…"

“I better… nnffff… better not… zzz…"

The kobolds slumped together, chest to chest, bellies and pecs flattening around the bloated form of the monkey still strapped between. As the two femboy kobolds crashed with gigantic thuds into the floor and bridge, shaking the foundations when their huge bodies slumped against the sand dead asleep, the adventurer's eyes popped again. The massive green stalk buried in his throat pulled out in one slick, wet eruption, leaving the other to fling Yolk backwards until his shoulders slapped against the purple kobold's sleeping body. The green one groaned as his huge shaft twitched, flexing over the purple one's hips and releasing a few more gallons of seed.

“Mmmnnnhh… wanna… fuck… heroes," he murmured. “...zzz…"

Avine and Jordan waited a few extra minutes after all the settling and motion stopped before approaching. They stepped carefully through the puddles of thick, heavily scented kobold cream, and had to use ropes to climb up the thighs of the giant males because of how slick their taut scales were underhand. It took close to half an hour to dislodge the fully bloated blue monkey, but as the two kobolds barely moved the whole time, they were able to accomplish the job eventually.

After another half hour or so for Yolk to gurgle and drain his way back to being able to speak, the party was ready to move on. Avine reported in, having scouted the only exit tunnel for a few hundred feet without discovering anything. Jordan and the wolfbird helped the kobold-scented warrior to his feet; the muscular blue monkey's pants stretched forward, showing clear and obvious signs of a bulge that didn't exist before. The fabric was pulled tight around the flaccid length in his formerly baggy pants thanks to the swelling in his backside as well, though the rest of him appeared unharmed and unchanged save for the sloshing load of kobold seed in his belly.

“Nnnngghh… wha… what happened?" the monkey gasped, blinking and dazed as the two other adventurers helped him stagger towards the exit.

“Uh… you fought off the two giants!" Avine said.

“Huh? I did?" Yolk asked, shaking his head again. “Then why does my butt hurt so bad?"

The other two chose to not answer that question as they made their way down the tunnel, and by the time the next cavern came into view as a ring of light in the distance, the sturdy, muscular monkey had recovered, though he kept a paw on his full and rounded stomach as he walked.

Jordan turned off the light spell enchanting his staff as he peered through the entrance to the next chamber. The rock and sand flooring abruptly ended, replaced by seamlessly-joined marble tiles. The inky black stone covered the floor, walls, and ceiling, creating a perfect cube of shimmering, glossy, reflective onyx. In the center of the room, on a plinth a fifth the size of the overall cube, an otherworldly portal shimmered. Black magical energies rippled around the edges, occasionally throwing off tendrils and wisps that disappeared into the ether moments after disconnecting. There were no markings, no scrawled pentagrams, no chanting monks in robes - this portal simply existed, sustained by some unknown power.

Yolk leaned against the edge of the entrance archway and winched, paw pressed against his fat stomach, which hung over the bulge in his pants. He lifted his head to speak and realized Avine's slender white muzzle was aimed directly between his legs. The blue-furred adventurer raised a paw to sleek back his still-damp white hair and coughed.

“Huh? Oh, right, uh, yeah," Avine said, though her paws slid up her narrow hips and belly to cup her breasts for a moment, squeezing the D-cups together wantonly before dragging her eyes off the seven-foot-tall warrior's vastly grown junk. She shivered as she replayed the scene of the monkey getting it from both ends, gurgling, cum dripping and flying everywhere as a huge cock took her and just, really, really did a number…

“Avine? You okay?" Jordan asked, his high-pitched voice cutting through the wolfbird's indelicate fantasies.

“Oh! Yeah, yes, just trying to remember, uh, where I've seen something like this before," Avine said, blinking and turning towards the chamber. “Let's see… I've heard of magic portals before. Doesn't Syn'Tech use them?"

“Those are for transporting people around," Jordan said. “These don't look the same."

“So if it's not for transporting us somewhere else…"

As Avine realized the implications of her own words, the wolfbird's words trailed to a halt, and the trio stood in silent reflection of the daunting black portal with the memories of the hypersized femboy kobolds fresh in mind. Would more plus-sized boytoys come charging out of the magic portal at them?

“Look, normally, I'd be willing to take point," Yolk said, once more massaging his stretched belly as behind him, his rumpcheeks jiggled with plenty more cushion than before. “But this is magic, so…"

Avine turned towards Jordan as well, and the two stared at the small gryphon until he threw his taloned fingers up in the air and clacked his beak.

“Fine!" he chirped. His lion-like tail swept behind his narrow hips as he turned, squared his shoulders, and stepped forward onto the marble tile.

He stopped, frozen, ears cocked, eyes wide.

Avine looked at Yolk. “Is he frozen?"

Yolk shook his head. “No, he's just being careful. Look at his feet."

The wolfbird dropped her gaze, squinted, and then rolled her eyes. The gryphon's large paw pads were, indeed, moving along the glossy black tile, but only a teeny tiny little bit at a time, at a rate that would take him hours to cross the hundred-foot-wide chamber. Maybe days.

“Oh, forget it!"

Avine stomped forward, simultaneously grasping Yolk's wrist and shoving her paw into the small of Jordan's backside. Jordan took a few real steps, followed closely by the other two, after letting out a surprised gasp which ended in a warble.

“Hey!"

“I can't see any traps. Do you detect any magic?" Avine asked. “We don't have days to wait for you, you know."

Yolk nodded. “I'd rather not be even this close to those two kobolds when they wake up."

“Fine."

Jordan closed his eyes for a few seconds. When he opened them, his pupils were wide and dilated, and the feline irises stretched thin around them. He slowly turned his head side to side as a gentle glow emanated from his temples, then froze and shook his head.

“Ouch!" he gasped, blinking and rubbing his ears. “No, there's nothing, not that I can really tell with that portal putting out so much energy."

“Then we might as well keep going, because it'll happen regardless."

“Fatalistic, but okay."

“I prefer realistic."

Yolk kept a sidelong eye on the portal in the center of the room as the party approached the point of detouring to either the left or the right of the portal. His long blue tail, tipped in gray, flipped side to side over his plumped-up rump cheeks as he stretched his finger outwards.

“Let's go… left," the warrior said. “I've got a good feeling about this."

The trio advanced around the chamber, keeping close to the outer wall and away from the portal, which appeared to rotate to face them as they advanced, though they couldn't see any motion in the magical energies. The dark, ink-black interior of the portal rippled as they crossed the midway point of the room, and all three froze in place.

“Uh oh," Jordan muttered, as Yolk grabbed his sword from its sheath and held the blade in front of him.

“Don't worry, I'll," Yolk began, only to let out a thunderous belch that filled the immediate vicinity with the odor of kobold, “take point." He finished without missing a beat and assumed a wide stance, sword at the ready, in front of the other two.

The rippling intensified on the portal and in the muscular monkey's pants as he leaned forward, giving Avine quite the distracting show as… something… emerged from the portal.

“Here it comes," Jordan hissed. “Be ready!"

The party tensed, perked, alert, all senses operating in overdrive - though Avine, in particular, couldn't get much out of the air other than Yolk's musky scents.

“Watch out!"

Three loud clunks echoed off the marble walls, then the sound of rolling glass and a few tinkles. A trio of clear, flat-bottomed cylinders with strange metal caps rolled across the plinth for a few feet before bunching up together and stopping. A high pitched laugh echoed from within the portal before it poofed into nothing, disappearing in a whiff of magic.

“Wait… is that it?" Jordan asked, standing up straight and lowering his staff. “Bottles?"

“Careful," Yolk warned as the gryphon trotted up towards the plinth.

“There's no signs of magic left," the gryphon said. “It's perfectly safe. Look."

As Jordan reached down and scooped up the three bottles, each of which was about the size of his paw, Avine's startled bird-like chirp drew their attention. The white-furred wolf's feathered white wings spread completely outwards as she pointed a finger across the chamber.

“Wasn't there a door over there a minute ago?"

The three adventurers stared as another echoing, high-pitched giggle from somewhere far away bounced off the marble tiles. Jordan stared at the bottles in his arms, then at the other two.

“Three bottles… three heroes," he said, walking up to the other two.

“Not one of these traps," Yolk said, covering his mouth as he burped into his paw again. “These are the worst."

“Alright, everyone grab one and let's get it over with."

Jordan stared at the bottle he'd been left with. It was a clear glass bottle with a faint peach-colored liquid inside. A black label contained the words “Cary's Eau de Toilette" in elegant cursive. Yolk held a bottle that was shorter and rounded outwards like a ball with faint rippled textures, and a white label with solid, blocky black letters reading “Atari's Cologne."

The bottle in Avine's white-furred fingers was the largest of the three, and contained a dark reddish rust-colored liquid in a bottle of very heavy, thick glass. The cylinder bulged at the tip, fluting outwards towards the metal cap at the end. The label was, unlike the others, handwritten in a neat scrawling pen with the words “Mino x Atari Double Strength Blend" and, in smaller letters below, “for Males."

“Uh, one of you want to trade?" Avine asked, but the other two were already removing the caps, which connected to large corks.

Jordan and Yolk dabbed the perfumes and colognes from the bottles around their jawlines and necks. Avine followed suit, though her eyes watered and she gasped at the incredible scent that poured from her bottle. She coughed, gasping for breath, as she tried to dab her fur with the pungent liquid. The other two adventurers stared, backing away as the Mino x Atari blend of cologne overpowered their own selections.

Unfortunately, the musky, masculine odor so overpowered the wolfbird's sensitive lupine nostrils that instead of dabbing a few drops onto her neck, she ended up spilling a good quantity of the bottle across her paws and legs. The small sent Jordan and Yolk running, and both of those adventurers spilled large quantities of the perfume and cologne in the bottles they carried. Each retreated to a corner as the giggling, echoing, feminine laughter came back stronger than ever, and the exit to the chamber reappeared in an instant, though none of the three were in any shape to stand when it did.

Jordan's feline pelt shifted, pulling taut across his backside as he stretched his dark gray wings, fluttering the tips. The gray faded across his body and feathers, starting from his ears and working down over his face, past his gray-blue beak, down his neck and slender chest and belly. Soon, a brilliant white pelt of dense fur rippled across the gryphon's body. He gasped as he felt his fur splaying, and reached down with both paws as his leather pants and tunic stretched outwards, filling with expanding shoulders and biceps and hips. Dark black stripes, irregular and jagged on the edges, grew in between his eyes and curved around his newly heavy set brow, spreading out and down over his shoulders, until the gryphon's body looked like that of a white tiger's, save for the wings and beak. Jordan groaned and reached for his crotch, on his knees as the pungent, musky cologne filled his nostrils. He growled, shuddering, as a thick pink maleness squeezed upwards from within his pants, indenting against his twitching belly on the way. A smooth, washboard set of abs formed against the throbbing maleness as it twitched, already thicker than the gryphon's bicep.

In another corner of the room, Yolk gasped and coughed as a sweet, cloying scent tickled his nose. A burning heat developed in his belly as he felt his hips shaking. The plumped-up cheeks, permanently enlarged after his encounter with the hyper-sized growbolds, stretched against his pants, causing the loose material to strain instead of drape. His hips swelled visibly as he leaned forward onto his chest, gasping, clawing at the marble beneath him. Between his thighs, his powerfully thick stalk jerked, releasing heavy splurts of clear pre-cum that dribbled through the fabric to the floor below. Yolk's blue pelt shifted and pulled tight, squeezing in around his broad shoulders and tall, seven-foot frame, as he moans and groans turned higher pitched. Black fur sprouted from the base of his tail and spread along it towards the tip, thickening it up substantially, though the change in fur color advanced no further along Yolk's body. The monkey's hips bounced as he pushed his growing stalk into the cool marble, only to gasp as it triggered even more intense eruptions of pleasure along his spine. The adventurer cried out as he came suddenly, with enough force that the broad tip of his dark blue shaft tore right through the silky material. With his hips slapping down against the floor, the monkey's shaft stuck out to the side. Between the muscular male's loss in size and height and the growing thickness of his rump-cheeks and balls, it was hard to tell just how much in height and muscle mass Yolk would end up with, especially considering he'd spilled half the bottle on himself.

Of course, neither Jordan nor Yolk experienced anything close to Avine's predicament. The heavy bottle fell from her fingers, which bulged outwards, as the black, musky liquid dripped down the fur. She fell onto her rump, eyes wide, nostrils flaring, unable to see as the powerful odor irritated her eyes. She groaned and inhaled, then sucked in more of the smell as her thighs clenched together.

Just like Jordan, whose tiger-striped pelt glittered in the light across his growing, increasingly muscular body, Avine saw the black stripes crawling up her arms and wrapping around her sides. Extending her wings, she turned her head, forcing her eyes to blink enough that she could see the stripes shooting through her feathers. The wolfbird's head went back suddenly as she shoved her chest forward, and, with a “whoompf!" of sudden magical energy, her entire body surged in size.

The adventurer's clothes didn't stand a chance - the leather armor tore at the double-stitched seams, while her thighs busted clear of her cloth shorts. In one massive growth spurt, Avine nearly doubled in height. Her wings expanded as she leaned back into the wall of the cube, legs spreading and paws going between. Her mouth dropped open as she realized the tiger stripes hadn't extended down past her hips - instead, the wolfbird's fur darkened into a deep maroon. Glossy, sleek, more hide-like than pelt, the transforming wolfbird realized what was happening when she saw her feet pull in, shortening, blackening, hardening into a pair of wide cloven hooves.

The wolfbird's arms lifted, biceps clenching, causing immense mounds of muscle to pressure her pelt. Enormous breasts, equally grown with the rest of her, hung over the increasingly deep, stratified layers of belly muscle rippling across her stomach. Her red bull-like thighs tensed and relaxed rhythmically as her paws squeezed against her lower belly. The wulfbird's muzzle opened with an “O" of surprise, and a trilling warble gushed from her throat, the deep bass trill unlike any songbird. A dark onyx shaft speared from her thighs, growing up and fully erect as a matching set of maroon balls filled her paws. The shaft pulsed, already pumping cups of clear pre-cum even as it continued to fill out and harden. The tip bobbed in the air above her belly, dripping thick goo down onto her stomach, as her desperate gasping turned into slower, deeper breaths. Eventually, her rumbling groans drew the attention of the other two, who didn't go through nearly the same level of transformation as Avine.

The tiger-minotaur stood, shoving herself to her feet, splaying her huge paws across the marble for balance. The titanic length of bull-cock swung forwards, bouncing into the air off the rotund sac hanging past her knees. The white and black fur rippling around her upper body pulled taut as she flexed, elbows sticking out as she leaned over slightly, head down. As Jordan and Yolk stared, their own transformations leaving them with tiger stripes and a femboyish build, respectively, the enormous and vastly transformed Avine sprouted a pair of silver horns from between her flicking ears.

She lifted her head and grinned down her muzzle towards Jordan and Yolk. The monkey's eyes widened as he recognized the smirk on the hybrid's muzzle.

“We've gotta go!" he hissed at the gryphon.

The wizard nodded as, despite having a massive cock flopping out of his too-small shorts, he stumbled to his feet and rushed for the exit. Fortunately, he and Yolk ended up in the corners closest to the tunnel when the walls reopened, and they both dove through before the enormous tiger-bull could reach them.

She stopped at the edge of the marble, one paw massaging her plump chest while the other stroked her massive endowment, bellowing and groaning down the tunnel after them.

“Why are you running?" she cried out, as thick streams of pungent jizz slopped from the tip of her growing shaft. “Come back and play… nngggghhh… with me! NNnnnnnggghhhhaaaarrr!"

Jordan and Yolk stopped and looked back as they heard an enormous booming noise. A huge hoof, black as the night and at least a dozen feet across, crunched down on top of the plinth behind the minotaur-hybrid, who dropped to her knees as she turned around, gaping at what she could. Jordan and Yolk, being further down the tunnel, stared in shock as they saw a shadow cross their former party member's head. An enormous maleness, shaped and colored similarly to Avine's, only many dozens of times larger, suddenly swept across the entrance to the tunnel. The wet smack of hard shaft against the adventurer's corrupted body echoed down the tunnel, followed by a satisfied grunt.

“So that's what they used it for," a deep voice said. Jordan and Yolk dropped to the ground onto their rumps as they held their hands to their heads. It was as though the voice were speaking into their brains directly. “Well, I was wondering what I'd be doing with my afternoon…"

The hoof lifted, leaving the crushed marble plinth beneath it, and didn't return. The shadow left, and the chamber they just exited returned to looking like normal. Of Avine, there was no sign. The two adventurers glanced at each other, and both tightened their grips on their weapons as they advanced. Yolk didn't feel any less powerful as he walked despite the way his oversized back end swung around, while Jordan was secretly pleased at the toned muscles shifting around under his fuzzy black and white pelt. Neither mentioned Avine or the Minotaur they'd seen, putting it out of their minds because, although they didn't want to admit it, dwelling on it would make them abandon the quest entirely.

The next chamber approached, and Yolk redid the belt around his hips again, expanding it out to the absolute last hole. He still had to hike it up his slender belly and let it rest over his wide hips before it would stay in place. Jordan, now a few inches taller than the femboyed-up monkey, led the way into the room, stepping carefully around piles of leather bound books, upturned chairs, and creaking wooden tables full of burbling vials of variously colored liquids. A dark gray fog swirled around their ankles, hiding their feet from view, as they cautiously advanced.

The interior of the cavern opened up into a wide hallway, off of which they could see into various smaller chambers a variety of experiments at different stages. Cauldrons large and small boiled away over fire pits as an oppressive heat and chemical stench filled the air. Yolk and Jordan were making their way through the hall, picking their footsteps carefully around the piles of equipment and odds and ends of ingredients strewn amongst the piles of handwritten notes and log books.

Neither noticed the hooded figure sitting in one of the only intact pieces of furniture in the blasted, scorch-marked hallway until the cloak suddenly lurched forward.

“Whozzat?" a sharp voice asked. From beneath the cloak, a vulpine muzzle appeared. “Who's there?"

Groggy, the cloaked figure fell forward and stumbled to their feet, careening right into Yolk and using the monkey to balance. Black-socked arms extended from beneath the cloak, fingers grasping onto Yolk's shoulders for support as he pushed himself upright.

“Who dares," he began, “intrude upon the sanctum of the Alchemist?"

The fox's head rolled backwards before lolling back around in a circle.

“And what'd you do to my floor to make it spin like this! Answer, intruders!"

The cloaked hood stopped, pausing for a moment, then shook side to side. Still leaning forward against Yolk, the fox reached one paw into his cloak and pulled out a vial, then popped the cork with a claw and chugged the contents.

“Aaaaah! Whoooooo… that's better," the fox grunted. “I really overdid it last night with those cute… uh… oh."

The cloaked figure, the so-called Alchemist, dropped the bottle onto the floor amongst the other litter and took a few steps backwards. With a dramatic flourish, he dragged the cloak from his shoulders and head, revealing himself to the confused adventurers.

“Behold, intruders, it is I, Cai, the Alchemist, supreme user of all materials!"

Besides black-socked arms, the fox's bare legs and ears featured a rich coat of dense black fuzz. The insides of his ears were white, which helped the bright pink mane of hair draping down over his shaggy, fluffy shoulders and chest pop out against the red vulpine pelt. The Alchemist, or Cai, wore a baggy poet's shirt with voluminous sleeves that draped down over his lean belly and hips, almost hiding entirely the short black pants squeezed around his thighs. A wide smirk stretched across the vulpine's muzzle as, recovered from whatever hangover he suffered from earlier, he reached into his sleeve and pulled out a vial.

“Guards! Attend!"

A clamor of deep grunts and the slap of bare paws against the smooth floors of the Alchemist's lab, and then Jordan and Yolk found themselves surrounded by half a dozen muscular kobolds and direwolves. They were powerful looking, each with a bright red sparkle in their pupils as they flexed and moaned and strutted, showing off the dimples formed in their shaggy black pelts (for the tall and broad-shouldered direwolves) and the tautness of their scales (for the wide, barrel-like kobold beefcakes). The commotion continued unabated as Cai indulged in the grunts and flexing, eyes drifting from one of his hot, overgrown servants to the next.

“Mmh. Yes. Anyways. A challenge for you adventurers, and one you may not refuse. Escape my laboratory, or I'll use my precious potions to do things such as this!"

The alchemist tossed a bottle towards the nearest buff direwolf, then extended a paw towards it. Lightning flickered from the fox's black-socked paws and exploded the vial, causing the fluid within to splatter across the direwolf's face and torso. Immediately, several feet of luxuriously thick, long, silky strands of black fur sprouted, spreading across his body from wherever the liquid hit him. Despite how long and shaggy his fur grew, the bulky direwolf's massive, muscular build came through - an impressive balance of magical aptitude, for sure.

“Ha ha ha ha! Yes! Now run, adventurers, run!" Cai said, taunting them as he pulled another vial from his sleeve.

Jordan and Yolk took one look at each other, then at the crowd of growling, moaning, fully aroused buff kobolds and direwolves. They took off down the hallway, which turned after twenty or so feet. Skidding around the corner, they could hear the fox's wild laughter from behind - the vulpine's small figure rode atop the shoulders of the huge, shaggy-furred direwolf behemoth, urging the massive male to move faster as the beast's immense shaft splattered across both sides of the hallway. Crushing chairs and stomping everything underfoot, the trampling horde of over-aroused males chased after the two adventurers.

Cai pulled out a pair of potions and pitched them forward, then zapped them simultaneously with lightning over the heads of the fleeing heroes.

“Waaaaah!" the blue-furred monkey screeched, as the contents of the vial splashed across his backside, eating through his clothes and dissolving into his body. The powerful potion worked within seconds, immediately causing his dark blue fur to bush outwards and darken, as black as his panther-like tail, but shaggier and coarser, like a wolf's. Yolk bounced off the next corner, using his arms to push away as his eyes bulged, watching the mass shrink in his biceps and forearms. He panted, gasping for breath as his chest narrowed into a slender belly, only for his already twinkified, plumped-up bottom to expand, bursting from the straining shorts and lifting his tail a foot or two into the air. His enormous cheeks slapped, fur on fur, with each lunging, thrusting step he took to maintain his rapid pace. His legs, though shorter and thicker around then before, were no less powerful, and carried his rearranged assets on down the hallway as Cai followed behind.

“Oh, look at that rump!" the fox called. “I may let you keep it after I turn you into one of my muscleboys! Hee hee!"

The second vial, however, didn't explode - before the fox's magic could reach it, the white tiger gryphon spread his wings and launched himself almost straight up, snatching the potion from the air before flipping over and aiming forward, gliding like a rocket back down towards the floor. His black stripes gleamed as the new muscles on his fit, toned figure helped him achieve feats of physicality he couldn't have done before. The gryphon grinned, beak stretching open, as he landed without a stumble back onto the floor and resumed his run next to the chunky femboy direwolf next to him.

“Uh… that you, Yolk?" he gasped.

“Yeah… shut up," the former monkey grunted, his voice even higher-pitched and more feminine than ever. “Just… run!"

Cai shouted as the hallway continued, twisting and turning and doubling back, more and more chambers of endless experiments revealed. Dozens more hunky, huge, fully aroused kobolds and direwolves joined the chase, until the floor shook with the thunder of their many feet smacking against it.

Another pair of bottles soared through the air. Jordan dipped to the side and turned, leaping so that as his wings spread and beat against the air, his large black and white paws dug into the wall, using his claws to rip through the paint, wood, and hanging paintings for purchase. He ran at an angle up the wall and over the ceiling, crossing all the way around before dropping in front of the panting femboy direwolf to avoid the splatter of transformative potion.

Unfortunately for said panting femboy direwolf, his chunky ham hocks slowed his reactions despite his best efforts, and another nearly full vial of rapid-acting, empowered Cai-brewed potion soaked into his ample hips.

“Take this!" Cai shouted. “Potion of Giant Dick!"

The effects were quite impressive. The femboy direwolf's hips waddled side to side as his eyes crossed, and a giant red spear of a cock surged past his own head, hardening and more than doubling in size and thickness. The base of the shaft was almost as wide as his own hips, and a huge, as yet uncovered knot pulsed away, deep and warm in his stretching sheath. The direwolf's round, wide muzzle stretched open, gasping and moaning, as his knees struck against his own oversized balls, which hung down low enough to scrape across his feet. Only the face he kept all of his original body's strength and power even in this new form allowed him to remain upright as he reached out and grabbed hold of his shaft with both hands, holding it to his chest as he half-waddled, half-leapt along after the white and black gryphon. Thick squirts of pre-cum gushed from Yolk's cock each time his balls smacked across the floor or dragged over the remnants of experiments past. His fingers squeezed into the warm flesh, massaging and groping himself as he struggled to breath, the pleasure of his engorged, throbbing arousal making him stumble and slow even more.

“Yes… a perfect size! You won't be able to run from me for long with that thick cock! Aha ha ha!"

Another pair of bottles pitched forward. By this point, the gryphon was far ahead, out of range, but Yolk still stood a good chance of being struck yet again. And when the wide-hipped, hypercocked femboy direwolf felt his feet slip on his own thick, sticky cum, he skidded to a halt on the carpet in a pile of arms, legs, and balls. The fox's aerial bombardment landed, splattering across the direwolf's chest as his panther-tail thwapped against the floor.

Cai pulled up with his horde of flexing, grinning, beefy servants and hopped off the shaggy beast leading the pack. The fox strolled up to the gasping, clenching, moaning direwolf as a pair of 19-inch long nippledicks surged from his chest and throbbed to full arousal on either side of the nearly six-foot-long cock draped across his shoulders, pinning his head to the side. The panting, exhausted male's paws groped at his newest additions as the vulpine figure knelt down, taking a bottle from the sleeves of his baggy shirt and dripping it into the moaning direwolf's muzzle.

“There there… soon you won't have a worry in the world. You're not quite as muscular as I like, but we can fix that. Hee hee! Alright, boys, grab him and bring him back to the lab."

The fox's tail bushed out as he waved to Jordan, who stood at the exit of the Alchemist's Laboratory no more than fifty feet from where his cohort fell. The gryphon watched the mass of muscular, worshipful males carry off the thrusting, cumming, gasping direwolf with a burning feeling in his loins. His fingers rubbed against the bottle in his paw, which he'd managed to snatch from under the Alchemist. There was no label, and he pondered whether to drink it. Certainly without the Alchemist's magic exploding it and powering it up, the effects would be beneficial. And if they were, this would help him greatly in the coming challenges now that he faced them alone.

Pop!

The gryphon chugged the bottle to the last drop, eyes closed as the surprisingly sweet, creamy, milk-flavored potion filled his beak. The fit and toned gryphon's wings spread as he gasped, pulling the empty bottle away and tossing it back into the lab, before turning to face the depths of the dark tunnel. He took a step, and his chest bulged outwards, bare pecs swelling and bloating. He took another step, and his dark pink nipples throbbed, hardening and fattening as they became as large as shot glasses.

Another step, another cup-size of growth, from As to Bs, to Cs, to Ds… the gryphon's black and white striped pelt splayed under his fingers as he squeezed his growing breasts together, shuddering at the intense heat in his fat nipples. The gryphon fell to his knees as he pinched the nubs, squeezing them between his thumbs and forefingers before rolling them side to side, pinching the coffee mug-sized pink tits and matching, overly grown breasts. They hung out from his body lewdly, somehow avoiding the effects of gravity despite their round, rotund weight. They bounced as he slowly got to his feet, and jiggled side to side as he stepped forward. Jordan shuddered, getting hard between his legs as the bare nipples drifted through the warm air of the tunnel. The light from his staff helped him see the way over the swells of his chest, which was wide enough that he couldn't get his paws all the way around. With a grunt, Jordan stuck the wooden staff into his cleavage, letting his massively engorged tits carry it for him so he could stroke his new nipples.

“Huh… these might come in… ooooooohandy!"

Though he slow-walked himself down the tunnel, the tiger-gryphon eventually made his way to the next chamber, which, it turned out, was familiar. Very familiar.

Jordan crouched down next to the arched entrance, squeezing his fat breasts into the flat rocks as he stared across the chamber where, on a wide, short stone bridge, a green kobold and a purple kobold in white linen cloaks stood, chatting to each other. Puddles of spooge still dripped and drained down the stone blocks as the gryphon's tufted ears twitched, listening to their conversation.

“Ugh, that was awesome," Olrog said. “We should've kept him."

“We can only use that scroll three times a day, but we could have done one more and still had a use for later," Griorath said, nodding in agreement. “I'm still so horny. Do you think there'll be another group of adventurers soon?"

“Fuck, I hope so," the green kobold grunted, licking his lips. Bulges formed below his dirty linen cloak as his arms moved rhythmically up and down. “I can still feel that hot blue ass clenching, you know?"

Jordan focused. He needed to get through the room, clearly, but why the labyrinth sent him back through here, he had no idea. The gryphon pondered his options as he stayed in the shadow, watching and listening as the kobolds heaped praises on Yolk's rump. He wondered what they'd say when they found out what the hyper-rumped, over-cocked, big-hipped, nippledicked direwolf was doing now…

At last, a plan came to mind. It was simple and effective, and it wouldn't take much of his energy to implement. Best of all, he'd give the two kobolds no chance to use their scroll before he subdued them.

The gryphon stood up, used both paws to plump up his massive tits, and strutted into the light of the cavern, walking boldly up behind the two kobolds, who didn't hear her approach until she was already on the bridge. When they turned around, they both jumped backwards and landed heavily on their rumps.

“Y-you!" Griorath said, pointing a finger. “You're… you… you were… tits!"

“Holy breasts, those boobs are tits breasts honkers!"

“Booooooobs…"

The gryphon smirked, hips to the side, paws juggling her immense knockers up and down. The kobolds' eyes followed as their muzzles hung open, completely stupefied and totally subdued.

“Well, hello, boys, hope you don't mind if I pass on by," the gryphon purred, sauntering forward again. His sleek black and white pelt glimmered as he paused in front of the awestruck kobolds and leaned over, allowing his impressive rack to dangle in front of them. “Oh, and you won't mind if I just… ah, there we go…"

Griorath whimpered as the white tiger-gryphon's sharp claws teased down his naked body under his cloak, followed by Olrog, who, it turned out, was holding the scroll. Jordan's beak twisted into a smirk as she straightened up and tapped the rolled-up parchment against her paw.

“I'll hold onto this for you boys," she purred, “for safekeeping. Seems awful dangerous for a couple of cuties like you two to have. Anyways, thanks, fellas. Bye bye!"

Jordan's tight, pert rump swayed, tail teasingly bouncing along his thighs, swinging his shoulders to show off both side- and back-boob to the stuttering, blinking kobolds. Jordan was already through the exit when he heard the angry shouts.

“You idiot! You let him take the scroll!"

“But… boobs?"

Jordan examined the scroll in more detail as she walked ahead. It was a simple incantation, obviously, considering the kobolds figured it out, and by the time the gryphon reached the next chamber, he was confident he would be able to use it as well. The gryphon tucked it away between her fantastically firm, perky tits, next to the staff weaving back and forth. She'd just about reached the entrance to the next chamber when she heard a huffing and puffing and clopping noise from behind her. The gryphon stopped and grabbed her staff, holding it up, ready to cast a defensive spell if necessary, as the sound of hooves grew louder.

“Huh… huh… huh… oh, finally," a deep voice boomed. “I found you!"

Jordan's beak dropped open and he stared as Avine stepped into the circle of light cast from the tip of his staff.

There was no sign of the white-furred wolfbird he knew from when they entered the caves. In her place, a massive, broad shouldered creature with the upper body of a huge white tiger and the lower body of a bull. Avine's belly sloshed side to side, jiggling rapidly as she pulled up to a halt, hooves skidding across the rocks. Her chest, upon which a healthy pair of breasts rested - larger than Jordan's, but not taking the difference in their overall sizes into account. The hybrid more than made up for it with the length of her maleness, an onyx-skinned bullcock that draped down to her ankles even completely flaccid, hugging the oblong swell of her tufted bull nuts. She grinned, fangs glinting, as her white and black wings, striped like Jordan's, nestled in against her bulky shoulders.

“Wha… how'd you escape the Minotaur?" the gryphon asked, sputtering as he watched her maleness throb and drip. Pints of thick white seed continued to drain down the insides of her thighs the whole time.

“Oh, he let me go," Avine said, a glimmer of her familiar chirping voice echoing in the bass of her massive chest. “Said I was such a good lay he was going to give me another shot! I just managed to catch up. Those kobolds were mad at you for taking their scroll by the way. Do you still have it?"

Jordan grinned and pulled it out of her cleavage.

“Right here."

“Good, because we're gonna be using it in the next room. I have a feeling, anyways."

The two adventurers grinned at each other, then turned and faced the next challenge. The chamber was large and wide, probably a few hundred feet to the exit, which they could see on the far side. The room was utterly empty otherwise, but large iron bars blocked their path a few feet in. A table sat in front of the bars, and on that table was a small chest. Jordan examined it closely, using his paws to hold his jiggling chest in place as he did. Avine licked her lips, first letting her gaze linger on the gryphon's tight little butt before examining the bars, looking for any weakness. They were too close together to squeeze through and too large to melt or break.

“Looks like we'll have to play the game and open the box," Jordan said, straightening up. “Would you like to do the honors, or should I?"

“Why don't you take this one," Avine said, her muzzle tightening as she winced. A few pints of thick, musky minotaur seed dripped down the insides of her muscular thighs. “I could use a little break."

The gryphon nodded. As the tiger-bull hung back, watching, the smaller gryphon approached the chest warily. He stretched out his fingers, sliding them against the edges, and leaned as far as he could to one side as he slowly tipped open the top of the box.

There were no explosions, no bursts of magic, nothing dangerous or even mobile. Instead, inside of a plush velvet lining, there was a gilt-laden box of Mabel's Fancy Cigars. The box was closed and sealed with a colorful piece of tape. It was made of dark wood, with gilt inlay spelling out the brand name as well as “El Torobara por Mabel" in smaller block letters beneath.

Seeing no change in their condition as yet, Jordan reached into the treasure chest and pulled out the box of cigars. Using the tip of a retractable talon, he sliced the tape and flipped open the lid. Inside, stretching from one corner to another, was a massive, solitary cigar. The dark leaf emitted a pungent odor of musk and moss that made Jordan's small nostrils flare.

“You got a light?" Avine asked.

Jordan grinned and stuck the tip of the cigar into his muzzle. He had to open his jaw and bit into the end of the pre-cut cigar to hold it in place as he held a finger up beneath it. The tip of his claw glowed, then burst into a small, controllable flame. Within moments, the gryphon puffed away on the cigar. He wasn't big on tobacco, and only planned to smoke it long enough to get past the challenge. He blew a few clouds towards the iron bars.

“Well? Good enough?" he asked of no one in particular.

A paw groped at his backside, digging in hard. He jumped and turned around.

“Hey!" he said, glaring at Avine. “What's the big idea?"

The tigerbull looked nonplussed as she leaned against a set of bars. “Huh?"

“Did you grab me?"

“I'm nimble, but I'm not that good," the big, overhung hybrid grunted.

Another hand slapped across Jordan's rump cheeks. The gryphon gasped, beak opening, letting the cigar fall out of his beak - only it never hit the floor. Though the gryphon twisted around, looking, he couldn't see anything as the smoking cigar slowly lifted back up into the air towards his muzzle, all while some invisible hand massaged his rump. Another hand joined in, shifting across his chest and pinching his nipples. The white tiger pelt stretched and dimple inwards as the invisible hands groped, more and more joining in. The gryphon fell backwards, pinned to the iron bars, as more fingers stroked her fur, squeezed her nipples, and tugged at her growing arousal. He grunted, moaning, chest flopping side to side as the invisible hands forced him to draw deep on the cigar.

His head spun as he felt a rush of heat from deep in his lungs. His gasping voice deepened and he growled as his beak darkened. The gryphon's triangular, tufted feline ears rounded as his skull enlarged, and though his wings spread wide to either side, they couldn't even flap as more invisible hands stretched the feathers and tickled between them. Jordan's shoulders and hips squeezed into the bars as the burning in his chest expanded outwards, filling him with primal, lustful energy. His torso swelled, lifting his impressive breasts higher, even as they swelled cup size by cup size bigger. His belly rounded outwards, the white fur splaying as the muscle gut formed, a solid barrel from shoulders to hips of powerful muscle.

Additional black fur markings appeared on the transforming male's body as he wriggled and struggled against the invisible hands. His beefy body twitched, flexing, growing thicker and more powerful by the moment as the cigar burned down between his new, ursine muzzle. Round black markings appeared over his eyes as he grunted, gasping, the final few puffs sealing his transformation. A chubby back end and small tail wiggled against the bars as, between the tiger-panda-gryphon's legs, an enormous pink maleness rose, stretching and curling back around the bulk of his belly. His fur moved and shifted as invisible groping hands teased his chest or pulled on his balls, slid between his muscular thighs and shoved beneath his tail. His cock beat against his belly before extending forwards, several pairs moving to stroke up and down the length until Jordan's new bara-body flexed, showing off the cords of powerful fibers stretching against his hybrid panda-white tiger pelt.

“Why won't… they stop?" he gasped, as the paper band around the cigar peeled away from the wrapping. The invisible hands flicked away the stub before carrying the label over to the base of the huge ursine-feline's shaft, where it stretched and distended until it wrapped neatly around the base. “Roooooooooooarrrr!"

The combination of bear grunts, eagle screeches, and tiger growls coming out of one throat was fearsome, but the gushes of thick white seed splattering across the floor in front of the spread-eagled male was even scarier. Avine managed to dodge to the side, though she couldn't stop staring as the invisible hands molested the barafied adventurer well past the point of orgasm. She watched as they pulled on his plump lips and pulled on his oversized breasts, slapping and spanking and squeezing and teasing and worshipping every inch of the enormous body.

The round ears on top of Jordan's massive new body, well over eight feet tall and still slowly expanding, twitched as he heard a voice.

“Give in… to us… become… our… God!"

“Nnngghhhh… no! No, I won't let you have me!" Jordan growled, lips reverberating around his fangs - all unique sensations to the formerly beaked gryphon.

“Huh? I mean, don't get me wrong," Avine said, taking a step forward. “If you wanna have a go, sure, but I'm a no strings attached kinda girl."

The enormous tigerbull took another step forward, then grunted when she ran smack into a wall of flat hands that prevented her from getting any closer to assist her fellow adventurer.

“Oof! Hey!"

“Give in… give yourself to us… we will… woooooorshipppp…"

The barafied adventurer struggled. His maleness was thick, disproportionately so to his length, and combined with his relatively stubby, wide legs, he appeared almost as large across as he was tall. His belly stretched, still growing harder, larger, rounder, pushing the hugeness of his shaft down as his massive breasts draped across the muscular swell. Against the iron bars behind him, his wings flexed, shoulders rippling, as he reached more than nine feet in height. His engorged, swollen orbs pulled down into low-hanging ovals, with a thick ruff of black fur running over and around the center in a stripe, a treasure trail that continued up from his crotch, and spread over his pecs, a bush of black fur on white fur that made the already hair beast even fuzzer.

“Nnnnnooo!" the tiger-bear roared again, arms flexing as he surged forward, away from the bars. “You… will… not… nngggggh!"

Each step brought a fresh orgasm, a fresh flood of pungent panda juice splurting from his oversized thickness. The fat veins pulsed as he strained, flexing as hard as he could, putting every ounce of his newfound power into resisting the voice in his head, until he was sure he'd pass out.

Instead, he stumbled forward. The voice was gone, and his thoughts were clear. His growth had stopped as well, though he now towered over Avine by several feet. His massive white paws hung past his hips, nonretractable black bear claws replacing his feline pads from before. The mix of panda and tiger markings, combined with his eagle wings and lightly tufted ears, saw a true merger of his traits. Surprisingly, he seemed to be content with what was happening, especially as he felt the invisible hands return.

“Whoa," he said, and he could feel them back off, only to gently return a moment later. “Oh… well now, that's different. If you want to play nice, go ahead…"

Avine found she could move again as well, and took a few steps forward.

“Uh… who are you talking to?" she asked, as Jordan's wide ursine muzzle spread into a dopey grin.

“You know… the hands?" he mumbled, shivering as beads of cum rolled from his tip and dribbled to the floor.

“Hands?"

“The invisible hands."

“You feeling okay?"

After explaining, Jordan and Avine tried to figure out what to do next. The space never felt more cramped between the two hulking, muscular adventurers. As Jordan shivered and flexed under the constant administrations of the massaging fingers, now fully obeying his will, Avine snapped her fingers.

“Hey! Use the hands! They can move the bars, I bet. That was the test, wasn't it?"

The adventurer was correct, and after a few minutes, the pair set off across the unnecessarily large cavern.

“Do you get the feeling that something else was going to happen, and plans changed at the last minute?" Jordan grunted, as dozens of fingers pried between his enormous, hard rump cheeks.

“I don't know what you mean," Avine replied.

After reaching the other end of the cavern and going through the tunnel, the adventurers came upon another passage, but this time, it felt different. Even from the moment they saw the pinpoint of light signalling they were close, they could both feel an electric magical buzz in the air - as well as humidity.

The further towards the entrance, the thicker the steam billowing down the tunnel became, until it was hard to see more than a few feet in front of their faces. The temperatures rose, making both naked adventurers sweat as they entered the chamber cautiously.

“Hey," Avine hissed. “Use the scroll!"

“Good idea!"

The Scroll of Macrofication quintupled them both, and as they stood slowly in the enormous steam room, they realized they were now both tall enough to see over the top of the clouds of rolling water vapor. The walls were tiled with black, and almost an entire wall of the cavern glowed red hot as rivulets of water poured down and boiled away. There were benches lining the walls of the large room, with enormous columns breaking up the view.

The two hypersized adventurers glanced at each other. Thes team came up to their shoulders, but at least they could see around them. The benches were almost their size, but only a little too large to comfortably use, if they were to take a break. The lush, moist, warm air lulled them as they advanced, both inhaling and sniffing as a uniquely musky scent intermixed with the other fragrances. Avine's eyes widened and her enormous bullcock rose stiffly to arch in front of her as she gasped.

“The Minotaur!"

“Oh," a thunderous voice replied from somewhere in the steam chamber, “so you made it after all."

The two adventurers edged around the last pillar, one leaning to either side, draping breasts and giant cocks over their massively enhanced bodies. They stared, gawking really, at the sight of the Minotaur relaxing on a bench. The steam covered his lower body, but left his shining, dripping, incredibly muscular torso on display, while only the silhouette of his head was in a strategically placed shadow. His horns occasionally caught a beam of light, glinting, as he spoke again.

“Well, since you managed to make it here, I suppose I'll give you the same choice as I give all the winners of my little game," the enormous Minotaur said.

Knowledge blossomed in the heads of both Jordan and Avine - knowledge that they could stay, remain in the labyrinth and serve the Minotaur, keeping their gifts and more.

Or they could leave, with nothing but the memories, which were so crazy, so lewd, so impossible that nobody would believe them.

The tigerbull glanced at the winged tri-hybrid. They were both still macrofied in preparation for a fight they clearly weren't going to have, not that she'd want to. Avine wanted nothing more than to escape, but once she managed to get away from the Minotaur, she found her thoughts returning to what he did to her, over and over, so hard and deep and rough and…

The tigerbull's thickness jerked, and a stream of seed splattered on the floor in front of her. Jordan grunted, the invisible hands continuing their massage, even happier now that he was so big because they had more to explore.

“Well?" the Minotaur asked. “Tell you what… if you sign my contract, I'll give each of you one of those pesky kobolds that you got the spell scroll from to keep, too, in addition to your other assigned staff."

The Minotaur paused, and the silhouette of his head turned towards Jordan.

“Oh? You want to bargain?" the enormous bull said, his voice reverberating throughout the steam chamber. The heat seemed to rise as he lifted an enormous hand. “Very well then. A simple game, a simple choice. Pick a card."

As he spoke, he turned his hand around, revealing three white cards, each one many feet long and wide.

“I don't bargain, but I'm willing to gamble. Are you?"

Jordan's eyes glinted. He may have grown several feet, he may have been more of a panda and tiger than an eagle and cat, and he may have grown a cock that would have ripped his original body in half… but he was still after the shinies. Greed welled up inside the bara-bear's body as he strode forward, breasts jostling as the invisible hands massaged his chest. He reached out with confidence and plucked the first card of the three proffered.

When he turned it over, his eyes widened. In bold black letters, there were just two words: “YOU LOSE."

The minotaur's hand twisted and the cards disappeared, His huge fingers pressed together, and snapped. Before the rippling echoes finished thundering through the steam room, the enormous male disappeared.

Jordan turned his head, looking around him. The room was dark and damp, and he could hear lots of heavy breathing. The creatures making the noises didn't sound so big, but Jordan was more worried about the sheer number of them. Where was he? Where had the minotaur sent him? Reaching between his massive breasts, the tigerpanda pulled his wand free and cast the spell of light as he tucked his wings tight against his back.

He regretted his choice immediately. As the magical light flared up, he saw hundreds of green, pink, blue, violet, and red eyes blinking back at him, each with a hungry and narrow slant to the pupils. The light scattered and reflected off smooth, supple scales and plump, gasping bodies, dozens, hundreds of them, maybe more. Looking down, Jordan realized a half dozen were already grasping at his legs and crawling up his body towards his belly and chest.

The pandatiger moaned as the familiar sensation of being groped struck a chord. His tongue flopped out as dozens more kobolds pulled him down onto his back and swarmed his heaving belly and chest. The hands groped, pulled, teased, twisted, pleasuring him until his massive, bucking cannon sent squealing kobold bodies flying, and still more claws groped at him - only these were no longer invisible or willing to listen to his commands…

Back in the steam room, the minotaur's head nodded and Avine swore she saw the flash of a smile on an enormous muzzle.

“Well, adventurer? Would you like to gamble for your future as well, or take the deal I offer? Your friend will certainly enjoy his time with the Hands of the Minotaur for the next, say hundred years or so…"

Avine smirked and shook her head.

“I know when I'm beat, but I do have one condition. Well, two."

The Minotaur's laughter caused gusts of hot vapor to swirl around the muscular, winged tigerbull. She grinned, teeth bared, arousal already thickening as the waves of musk emanating from the shadowy, massively oversized lord of the dungeon grew stronger and stronger. Her wings fluttered as she heard the slap of soft, scaled feet across the smooth, wet floor.

“A kobold is a terrible thing to waste, I agree," the Minotaur grunted. “Yes, you can have the ones I would have assigned your former adventuring partner. As to the second… my contract forbids me from assisting anyone trying to locate him. Though if you do, I have no clause requiring me to prevent whatever happens next."

The muscular former wolfbird's sharp fangs glinted as the first few waves of sleek, warm kobolds approached, some tall and muscular, other lean and wiry, and still others with plump, curvy figures that made Avine's shaft twitch. The hybrid snorted as she felt fingers stroking along her maleness and dragged a cloven hoof across the floor. Her loud purrs rumbled as the shadowed figure of the minotaur faded, leaving an empty rock behind - the last thing Avine saw before half a dozen moaning kobolds swarmed her chest and pulled her down into the growing pile of wriggling, scaled bodies.

Not the outcome she expected, not even close, but as a gasping, bright blue kobold's shoulders squeezed between her furry white breasts while his plump backside clenched around the first foot or so of her enormous maleness, the wildly transformed adventurer didn't feel as though this was the worst possible outcome by a long shot.

ADVENTURE REPORT

Avine the Rogue - DUNGEON SURVIVOR! Miniboss, Kobold Master & Wolfbird Huntress

Yolk the Warrior - Experimental transformation subject of Cai the Alchemist (last seen as a hypercocked femboy direwolf, though that likely changed within the hour)

Jordan Caracara the Wizard - Lost a bet with the Minotaur, and the enormously grown bara-tigergryphon pays the penalty in the Chamber of Infinite Kobolds

The end