Chapter 2 - Frieren and Fern's Erotic Adventure
16 days after Frieren's corruption,
the Dungeon of Erotic Traps and Perverted Spells.
"Mppph! Mmm! Mmmm! Shoooo ghudddd!" Frieren bounced atop a bed of writhing tentacles. Whenever Puck was busy—recently the dungeon's de facto master had so often been busy—Frieren joined the other mana batteries in the core chamber and nourished the dungeon with her bottomless magical power.
Once, the brain-drained elf had voiced a rare thought to her proto-demon master. "Like, if my mana keeps getting smaller, 'cuz I keep getting dumber, won't I, like, totally run out?" Puck had smiled at her and she had blushed with pride as she eagerly returned to his blowjob.
"Don't you worry about that one bit," he had told her. As always, Frieren followed his command rigorously—no sooner had he said it than the worry slipped from her mind, never to return again. But being a kind, dutiful, and indulgent master Puck went on to explain: "When's the last time you checked your earrings? No, no, not now, keep sucking, you bimbo." She did. "The earrings are smart—smarter than a bimbo like you, anyway. They skim a little magic off the top whenever you cast a spell and use that to strengthen their own effects. What you give up in capacity you get back in regeneration." He saw the confused look in her clouded eyes and treated Frieren to his awesome patronizing smile. "You can't cast big expensive spells, but you'll never run out of mana and you can cast a bunch of small dumb ones."
That had made her so happy. Especially since all the bimbo magic she was learning was super cheap! She could cast as much as she wanted and never ever run out of mana! It was every mage's dream. There was even a line in her grimoire that said something about mana costs reducing in proportion to her Intelligence. But she didn't really pay attention to why her yummy new spells were so inexpensive.
Frieren wasn't much of a reader.
She was an excellent mana battery, though. Her output outstripped all the other women the dungeon had enslaved, even after she had used her magic to make them dumber and more productive. Frieren glanced over the others as she deepthroated a tentacle and wished it were Puck. Fat tits, fat asses, dreamy smiles. Frieren had spent the last. . . however long, tweaking their bodies and their minds with her new spellbook. Making the dungeon's small crowd of captive mana batteries perkier, prettier, and more and more and more jiggly until the dungeon's heart was full of moaning, mewling, sex-addicted bimbos.
Just like her!
Frieren giggled, proud of the work she'd done. But she wasn't one to content herself with past accomplishments, so she focused on attending to her tentacle bed. She was slick with her favorite aphrodisiac slime—she loved how glossy and smooth it kept her skin, and how she was never not horny thanks to constant exposure to the potent drug. Tentacles writhed beneath her indestructible leotard—they loved the pressure in there, and Frieren loved how they felt against her bare flesh, and super loved when the tentacles slid between her huge boobs and tittyfucked her. Or when they latched onto her perverted nipples and—
"Cummingcummingcummingcummingcumming!"
Like that. Nipplegasms were one of her favorite ways to get off. Puck played a game with her sometimes when she was on secretary duty—that's what he called it when he made her follow him around the dungeon as he checked on things and didn't have sex with her. She thought he liked watching her get more and more desperate for sex, and he played the game by accidentally flicking his tail against her perverted nipples every so often. He said it was accidental, but he'd keep doing it until she eventually came, and then he'd gloat over how easy she was and she'd cum again just from his nasty looks. Puck made her cum a lot.
"Ohhhhhhnnnn! Ohyhooooooooooo!"
So did the tentacles. Frieren felt like most of the time she spent awake she spent cumming, and that was really great. Frieren liked cumming. Cumming was like magic, or magic was like cumming. She tended to do the two together. They had become rather inextricable, which was also really great. Her two favorite things were practically just one favorite thing!
But her job wasn't just to squeal and moan and cum lots. She needed to make the tentacles feel good too. That helped, like, increase the mana absorption rate or whatever. Puck had talked about it once but Frieren hadn't really been listening. He had asked for a buttjob and she was still practicing those so she had devoted most of her attention to throwing it back really hard and good.
She had gotten so much better at buttjobs since then, so now whenever a big fat tentacle wedged itself between her cheeks she knew just how to move her hips. A big fat tentacle chose that moment to wedge itself between her cheeks and so Frieren showed off. Rather than move straight up and down, she knew to incorporate lateral movement as well—a heart-shaped figure eight was the very best way to jerk off tentacle cocks with her big butt.
Though, realistically, with an ass like hers she could move it any way she wanted. Her huge round ass was designed for milking cocks—just like her lips, tits, thighs, hands, armpits, elbows, all of her. Frieren took pride in her status as the dungeon's top dick milker and she practically purred with satisfaction when the tentacle sprayed her back with a wonderfully thick and potent deluge of aphrodisiac slime. Smaller tentacles rubbed it in and Frieren convulsed—fresh slime ejaculate was so much stronger than the stuff they oozed passively. It made every successful dickmilking a reward and had turned Frieren into a total cum junkie.
Her throat, pussy, and ass tightened around the tentacle cocks enjoying each and her hands pumped the tentacles impatiently waiting their turn with increased urgency. Frieren was good at her job, and soon she was completely soaked with fresh tentacle cum, inside and out. Her eyes—always dull and cloudy—assumed a far-off look and a satisfied smile spread across her lips, even as she continued to bounce her hips and bob her head and pump her hands. Just because she was cumdrunk didn't mean she was going to work any less hard for the dungeon. For Puck.
***
31 days after Frieren's corruption,
the Dungeon of Erotic Traps and Perverted Spells.
"Shlurp! Shrhrlurp! Shrrrlurp!" Frieren was again bouncing atop a bed of tentacles. It was Fellatio Day (she had decided) and so she was working to polish her blowjob skills to the max. Tentacles were ideal training partners—the corkscrew phallus she slobbered on proved a challenging and rewarding test of her abilities. Frieren constantly adjusted the tightness of her lips to maintain a prefect vacuum seal while her tongue got lost in the tentacle's grooves, flicking and stroking the twisted flesh to get it to cum even just a few seconds faster.
She was hollow cheeked and breathing heavily through her nose when Puck entered the dungeon's heart. Frieren gave an excited snuffle; Puck signaled for her to continue. The tentacles were excited too and they squeezed, groped, and fucked Frieren so enthusiastically she nearly let the member in her mouth escape—the elf looked like a fish caught on a line as she chased after it, her head jerking back and forth as she struggled to regain proper blowjob form.
The tentacles finished first, coating Frieren in another layer of brain frying, skin luxuriating slime. Frieren came after, moaning softly as she rubbed the lotion in. She paid special attention to her thick, creamy thighs.
"Kehehe. Good work, bimbo."
"Thaaaaanks." Her voice always pitched up when she spoke to Puck. She never meant to, it just sorta happened. She did mean to exaggerate how she gripped and squeezed her chest—her indestructible leotard was highly absorbent, and once saturated allowed for a slow, measured release of aphrodisiac slime onto her tits that kept her nipples pert and stiff for the whole day. Frieren knew Puck loved how her huge dumb tits looked in her leotard, and she knew just how to heft and shake them to get him in the mood.
"I have a special mission for you," Puck said, disappointing Frieren. Unless that special mission was getting tittyfucked super good by a proto-demon, she wasn't interested!
She didn't say that out loud, though. Instead, Frieren made kissy faces and asked, "What kinda mission, Master?" Maybe if she agreed with him like she always did he'd tittyfuck her after.
"I want another magical battery. A high-quality one, such as yourself. Any ideas?"
"Umm," Frieren wasn't really following along. She was massaging her tits and staring at Puck's cock, willing it to get hard from her stupid huge boobs. She arched her back to make her boobs stick out more and thumbed her nipples to show how hard they were. She was rewarded with a mouthwatering throb. "I dunno. . ." she trailed off.
Puck smirked. "What if I said I won't fuck you—or let you fuck the tentacles—until you come up with an answer?"
"Fern!" was Frieren's instant and embarrassingly desperate reply. "You can have Fern! She's my, um, apprentice or disciple or whatever. She's just a human but she's really good at magic! Not as good as me but she'd be a way better battery than the others I promise!" She was staring wide-eyed at Puck's stiffening dick, as he would take it away and she'd never see it again.
"You never mentioned having an apprentice," Puck observed. He knew about Fern—had known about her ever since the dungeon stuck tentacles in Frieren's head and read her mind—but it was fun to screw with cock-addicted bimbos. "Were you hiding her from me?"
"No!" Frieren protested, panicking. She drew herself into a formal squat with her thighs spread so Puck could see her dripping crotch. "No I swear I would never— The thought just never crossed my mind— You know I would never keep anything from you, Master!" she whined, like a disciplined puppy.
"You expect me to believe that you're so stupid you forgot all about your precious student?" Puck asked, hand on cocked hip. He didn't sound convinced.
But Frieren saw the angle she could work. She scooped up all the pink fog in her head and squeezed it, compressed it until it became a dense pink pill. She swallowed the pill and let the pink take over.
"I mean, I'm just sooooooo stupid!" She giggled. "I'm just, like, a big dumb bimbo who can't think about anything other than demon cocks!" She made a ring with her fingers and enthusiastically pantomimed fellatio. "I'm just a brainless bimbo mage who spends all her time sucking and fucking! Of course I forgot all about my student! How could I think of anything else!"
The best part was she wasn't even lying!
"You'll like her, Master! Fern's got, like, these stupid huge boobs. I swear she must be part cow or something. I mean, I'm bigger now"—Frieren bounced her massive rack for emphasis—"but you did to Fern what you did to me she'd be enormous. Titanic! And then you can have the tentacles fuck her too and she'll give so much mana I promise, Master! I'm so sorry I didn't think of this sooner!"
Frieren dropped open her mouth and stuck out her tongue in apology. Her dull, unintelligent green eyes sparkled with tears of contrition. Even her eternally grabby hands were still, balled into fists resting atop her thighs.
"I forgive you," Puck said, allowing Frieren to begin her reconciliatory blowjob. She did her best to keep her wet slurping sounds as quiet as she could—Puck wouldn't want to have to speak over her just as they were making up. "But you're mistaken about one thing, bimbo. I won't be doing anything to your student." Frieren gagged a question, and Puck answered. "She's your responsibility, Frieren. That's your special mission: to find your apprentice, subvert and disarm her, then bring her back to the dungeon."
"Buh!" Frieren pulled Puck's dick out of her mouth, then spoke again. "But Master, I can't leave the dungeon! I have to supply my mana!" She peppered his length with kisses between breaths.
"Kehehe. Don't overestimate yourself, bimbo. This dungeon existed without your mana before, and it will exist just fine without it while you're away. Though you will return, and bring a new mana battery along with you."
"Hyes!" Frieren squeaked, trying to disguise the fact she was getting off huffing his scent. If she was getting sent away she needed to memorize it now.
"Good. I'll see that you're properly equipped. You go out, you capture Fern, you return. Is that clear? No detours, no distractions."
"I understand, Master," Frieren gasped out on the edge of hyperventilation.
***
44 days after Frieren's corruption,
the remote township of Ulm.
Fern was worried. Miss Frieren had always been prone to wandering off, and while Fern understood her concept of time was skewed by her longevity, it had been over a month! Nearly two! There was a limit to how much Miss Frieren could wander before Fern's feelings were hurt.
Fern was worried, but not for Miss Frieren's safety. She understood better than anyone still living that while her teacher might oversleep in the morning, or overpay for a cheap inn room, or get sidetracked for nearly a month and a half by something seemingly inconsequential, Miss Frieren was reliable in her own way. She was an expert mage, and possessed of a wisdom befitting her age—even if Miss Frieren was clueless when it came to love.
Fern was worried that Miss Frieren had forgotten her—or at least forgotten how much faster time moved for a human. She might consider herself taking but a short detour, but Fern had felt every one of the forty-four days they'd been apart, starting on the day she woke up to find a note from her teacher.
Off to scout out a dungeon. Rare magic. Might be dangerous. Could be a learning opportunity. Wait there for me.
Fern knew her teacher well enough to read between the lines—Miss Frieren had heard of some rare new magic and went chasing after its source. Fern was upset her teacher hadn't thought her strong enough to bring along.
When was Miss Frieren going to stop treating her like some sort of kid! "I'm already twenty," she grumbled. She looked around the inn room—Ulm was a small town with small town accommodations. Two beds, one of which had gone unused save as a place for Fern to lay her and Miss Frieren's trunks. Little else decorated the sparse room.
Money was no issue—Fern insisted Miss Frieren let her hold the majority of their traveling funds in case of a situation exactly as this. She had money enough to stay in Ulm for years if she needed to, but Fern had begun to worry that years might not be enough. If Miss Frieren had grown distracted—if she had conquered the dungeon and set herself to testing the new magic she had discovered—Fern could wind up spending a decade in Ulm, waiting on Miss Frieren's return.
Fern trusted her teacher, but she also knew her. If Miss Frieren hadn't yet returned, it was Fern's duty to track her down.
Just as Fern finalized her decision to leave Ulm in search of the stray Miss Frieren, she heard a commotion from the town commons. Without a window in her cheap inn room to peer out of Fern could only hear it—a voice raised in agitation, or maybe surprise, as well as another calmer, slower, airier speaker.
Fern could do Ulm a good deed before she set off. Fern grabbed her and Miss Frieren's suitcases and tromped down the stairs, intending to mediate whatever small-town dispute had sprung up.
"I said lay off, lady! I'm married!"
"C'mon, don't be such a prude! You can, like, just ask your wife to join in!"
One of the villagers was being accosted. Fern recognized the man—he owned one of the outlying farms and had tried on more than one occasion to give Fern free vegetables from his harvest. She had acknowledged his generosity but insisted she pay a fair amount for the ingredients—she would later give them to the innkeeper and they would feature in that night's dinner. He was a good man, if pushy.
The woman pushing herself onto him was hard to describe. Fern couldn't in good faith call her unattractive, but what she was was an exaggeration of femininity so intense that she shot past conventional beauty standards entirely.
For starters, she was chesty enough to make Fern look flat in comparison. Even from behind Fern could see the woman's boobs bounce and wobble exaggeratedly as the farmer fended her off. And, from behind, Fern had no choice but to ogle the woman's absurd ass. It was a peach at the height of ripeness, huge and jiggly. The woman's strange clothing did nothing to hide its bloated shape—her black pantyhose were striated with runs from merely attempting to cover the vast surface area of her ass and impractical thickness of her thighs.
The woman's hairstyle reminded Fern of her master—though again, this woman was such a caricature that comparisons to real women ultimately fell flat. Her white twintails reminded Fern of Miss Frieren—but even they were too long and too poofy to properly match her master's cute hairdo.
Even the woman's earrings were like an exaggeration—of specifically Miss Frieren's own. Fern's teacher preferred a pair of slender red cylinders, but this woman had gaudy pink globes dangling from her elven ears.
Dangling from her what ears?
"Miss Frieren?" Fern blurted out. The face that spun at the sound of her voice and smiled confirmed her worst fears.
"Fern! I've been looking all over for you! Where did you go, silly!" Frieren tossed her staff to the ground—Fern hadn't even noticed the dead giveaway, she had been so distracted by Miss Frieren's curves—and bounded over to her student, wrapping Fern in a warm and utterly inappropriate hug.
"Miss Frieren, I—"
"I missed you sooooooooooo much Fern you have no idea!" Frieren gushed, swinging Fern this way and that and finally jumping up to wrap her legs around Fern's waist. Miss Frieren was heavy. Fern couldn't decide where was safe to touch her—Miss Frieren's body was soft everywhere and no matter where Fern placed her hands it felt naughty. Miss Frieren didn't seem to mind at all. "Gimme a kiss, Fern! Gimme a welcome back kiss!" Not waiting for Fern's response, Frieren peppered her apprentice with sloppy smooches—even her lips were exaggerated, huge plump kissers optimized for. . . tasks other than speaking.
"Miss Frie—Mmph!" Frieren found her lips at last and muffled Fern with a troublingly skilled kiss. Fern was no prude, as Miss Frieren had accused the farmer of being, and she knew the difference between a childish kiss and an adult kiss.
With Miss Frieren forcing her tongue into her mouth Fern knew this was a high-level adult kiss. There was no avenue for escape, not with Miss Frieren hanging off her—doubly not when Miss Frieren grabbed the back of her head. Miss Frieren did something incredible with her tongue and Fern's wide-eyed protests turned to nothing more than inarticulate moans. She gave up looking for somewhere she could safely touch her teacher and let her arms fall limp and useless to her sides.
It wasn't the worst way to be reunited.
***
"Miss Frieren, what happened?" After twenty-five minutes of welcome-back kisses Fern's legs gave out and Frieren finally seemed to realize that the village square wasn't the best space for the sort of affection she was lavishing on her student. Fern had apologized to the farmer (who was more confused than upset) and pulled her teacher up to their inn room to debrief.
So much for setting out.
"What do you mean?" She sat on her bed, and Fern on hers, though more accurately Miss Frieren sat atop her enormous ass. She was so much shorter than Fern standing, but sitting like this she appeared a full head taller. Miss Frieren's face had changed, more subtly than her body but it had changed, and Fern was trying to take note of all the differences.
Miss Frieren's lips were the most obvious—nothing subtle about her fat pursed lips, and Fern had already grown intimately familiar with how they'd changed. Her eyes, which were normally cool and calculating, were unfocused and cloudy, having dulled from clear jade to oxidized copper. Miss Frieren was prettier, Fern decided. Not that she had been unattractive—if anything Miss Frieren was a rare beauty, but even she had had slight imperfections like anyone else.
No longer. She was gorgeous. And she was confused. "Fern, what do you mean, 'What happened?' Did something bad happen while I was gone?" Miss Frieren leaned forward and her boobs brushed against Fern's leg. She had been focusing on Miss Frieren's face to document the changes there, yes, but also to be polite. If Fern stopped being polite she'd let her eyes drop down to Miss Frieren's massive chest and there they would stay for the rest of the debrief. Miss Frieren had traded her fashionable cloak, shirt, and skirt for a white-and-gold. . . something that Fern couldn't quite name. It looked almost like one of the bathing suits popular among aristocrats in the Coastal City. Swimsuits, they called them. Like a white-and-gold swimsuit with a severe cut that left Miss Frieren's wide hips uncovered (save by sheer pantyhose) and her breasts shaped into perky perfection.
Perky perfection Fern tried her best to ignore as she answered. "What happened to you, Miss Frieren? You've changed so much! I could hardly recognize you at first."
"Whaaat? Really?" Miss Frieren covered her mouth in shock. "It's not like I was even gone that long! And you almost forgot what I looked like?" Her dull eyes grew misty.
"Miss Frieren!" Fern protested. "You've changed! Physically! You don't look like you used to! You have breasts! Breasts! Why are you pretending like I wouldn't notice!" She didn't mean to shout.
"Oh. Ehe," Miss Frieren giggled guiltily. "I don't know what you mean Fern, I'm just like I've always been," she said, suddenly very interested in the wood grain patterns on the wall. Puffy as they were, her lips still managed the wobbly smile Fern knew well, and even weighed down by her new earrings Miss Frieren's ears still wagged playfully. "Boobs? You know I've always had boobs," she giggled again. Her back arched—as if merely acknowledging her chest filled her with a need to show off her huge breasts.
"Miss Frieren," Fern said slowly, with a sharp edge. "Please tell me what happened to you. Is this the magic you discovered? Did you use it to change your body?"
"Yeah, that! Totally that!" Miss Frieren latched onto the explanation too enthusiastically for Fern to believe it outright. Her teacher wasn't telling the whole truth. "Yeah, I found this grimoire of spells and it had all these cool spells in it so I cast the spells on myself and yeah!"
"Miss Frieren."
She gulped.
"Do you expect me to believe that?" Fern didn't want to do it but Miss Frieren wasn't giving her much of a choice—she pinched one of Miss Frieren's conspicuously thick nipples.
"Kahyun!" was Miss Frieren's unintelligible reply. Fern marveled at how her whole body straightened and stiffened at a single touch. She wasn't being very rough.
"Miss Frieren, please tell me what really happened." She didn't try to escape Fern's fingers—Miss Frieren actually leaned into them with startling enthusiasm. Fern's hand disappeared.
"Not my nipples! They're so super sensitive," Miss Frieren moaned and grabbed Fern's other hand, holding her palm against tits, guiding her fingers to Frieren's free nipple.
It was not the effective interrogation technique Fern had hoped it would be. She decided to change tacks.
"Miss Frieren, tell me what happened to you or I'll never touch your nipples again."
Mortified, her teacher began to tell the story.
***
"So, you were changed by this imp?"
"Master Puck, yep!"
"In the dungeon you went to explore."
"Mhmm! The Dungeon of Erotic Traps and Perverted Spells."
"And this imp—"
"Master Puck!"
"—sent you out to capture me and bring me back to this same dungeon, to turn me into a—"
"Bimbo like me, yup!"
"And are you going to do that, Miss Frieren?" Fern wouldn't have believed such an outlandish story if the supporting evidence weren't sitting on the bed opposite her. It was something out of the cheap pamphlets she sometimes saw sold in the Holy City. A tawdry and inappropriate story that didn't match her cool and competent master at all. "Are you going to turn me into a bimbo like you?"
To her credit, Miss Frieren looked conflicted. "I mean," she started weakly. "It's really not bad at all! It's kinda awesome, actually! I've never had more fun in more than a thousand years!" She smiled awkwardly. Fern didn't smile back. "And Master Puck ordered me to, so. . ."
Fern reached for her staff but Miss Frieren surprised her. She reached into a coinpurse that hadn't been there a second ago and pulled out a dull gold rectangle and a small wooden mallet.
"I'm really sorry, Fern!" she squeaked, wincing, and struck the rectangle—the elongated bell—with the mallet. It clanged louder than its size suggested.
Tonk.
Fern hesitated. Something about that sound. . .
Frieren held the bell with its open bottom facing Fern and struck it again. It clanged.
Tonk.
Fern stopped moving altogether. It was Frieren who stood up, holding the bell out like a weapon and placing it inches from Fern's face. She struck it again. It clanged.
Tonk.
Fern's eyes clouded over. Frieren struck the bell. It clanged.
Tonk.
Fern zoned out.
***
Frieren paused. Was Fern under? She hunched forward, examining Fern's face for any signs of awareness. "Fernnnn?" she asked, prodding her apprentice with the butt of the bell. Fern's head rolled limply. Her open eyes stared at nothing. "Okay, great! Just like Puck said! Um, so now I should. . ." She had been sucking Puck's cock when he explained how the bell worked so she only half-remembered. "I need to, like, say something, then ring the bell." That part was easy enough to remember. Say something, ring the bell. "Okayyyyyy! You gotta make sure and listen good, got that Fern? Everything I'm about to tell you is suuuuuper important."
Tonk.
"Oh, um, so I know you're listening, make sure to nod after I ring the bell, okay? I tell you something important, I ring the bell, you nod to let me know you got it. Got it?"
Tonk.
Fern nodded.
"Okay perfect! Uh, where to start, where to start. . . Oh, right! Forget everything I said about the dungeon and Master Puck! That was all just some crazy dream you had, and you'll forget all about it when you wake up."
Tonk.
"I definitely didn't go to the Dungeon of Erotic Traps and Forbidden Spells and get turned into a bimbo mage by an imp."Tonk.
"And I'm definitely not trying to turn you into a bimbo just like me!"
Tonk.
Fern's head dipped perfectly in time with the bell's clanging, slipping down then jolting back up like someone fighting off deep, all-consuming sleep. In Fern's case, she was neither awake nor asleep, but somewhere in-between that made her super susceptible to hypnotic suggestions! Puck had said something like that.
"You think my body is perfectly normal."
Tonk.
"Wait! No. Cancel that. Um, hold on. You think my body is super hot and totally yummy. But you don't think it's, like, strange or anything! My huge boobs and big butt are super awesome so you aren't suspicious of them at all!"
Tonk.
Fern nodded, and her blank expression turned Frieren on.
"Actually my hot bod makes you super horny! You can't stop yourself from staring at me and thinking about all kinds of naughty things! You can't help it, it's natural to get horny from a bimbo body like mine!"
Tonk.
"Okay. Got off track. Made you forget about the dungeon, made you like my body, what else? Oh, right." Frieren coughed and cleared her throat. "Hm-hm! You have to focus on the cowbell."
Tonk.
"Hearing the cowbell makes you suggestible."
Tonk.
"You can't think about anything else when you hear the cowbell."
Tonk.
"The cowbell makes you docile."
Tonk.
"The cowbell makes you easy to control."
Tonk.
"When I ring the cowbell you will return to this trance."
Tonk.
"When I ring the cowbell its effects will grow stronger."
Tonk.
"You will not remember anything that happens while entranced."
Tonk.
Almost done.
"You will not be suspicious of the cowbell."
Tonk.
"There! That should be good. No nasty surprises." All that was left was for Frieren to give Fern the command to wake up. She readied the mallet—and stopped, staring at Fern's blank expression.
She'd done such a good job following Puck's instructions. She could afford to have a little fun herself, right? She set the cowbell down, careful not to ring it, and opened her magic book. There was one spell she'd been dying to try out—but at the dungeon where she was constantly on tentacle-milking mana battery duty there just weren't many opportunities to use a spell like this.
"Dick-Growing Magic! Ahyin!" The backlash from her Orb Earrings of the Bimbo Mage made her squirm, as always, but an especially strong burst of pleasure radiated out from her crotch. In just a split second Frieren's clit had engorged and a long thick bulge raged inside her leotard. "Too good! Too good!" Frieren gasped, hopping from one foot to the other while she tried to free her magical dick from its outrageously stimulating confines. Trapped between her soft belly and tight leotard Frieren already felt a strange gurgling coming from her cock. Just in time she pulled her leotard to the side and her dick bounced free.
Bimbo Mage Frieren sprouted a cock!
"Ehehehe. It's my first time having one of these." Frieren stroked her dick, in awe of its size. "Is it okay to fantasize about getting fucked by your own dick?" she wondered. Because she was. Frieren was so bimbo-brained that the mere sight of a dick flooded her mouth with saliva. Drool leaked unchecked from the corner of her mouth to drip into her breasts. For the very first time in her life Frieren considered having smaller breasts. With her huge boobs in the way she could only see maybe a third of her big juicy cock! She immediately discarded the idea. She had worked hard for her big boobs and she wasn't about to give up an ounce!
Frieren's dick twitched, reminding her why she had it in the first place. Fern was right in front of her, still in a trance, completely defenseless. Her dick twitched again, urging Frieren to pin down that purple slut and breed her. Frieren considered it. She was surprised at how much she wanted to do that. She'd only had her dick for a few minutes and already she was dangerously malebrained! "Fuuuuuuuck, that'll wake her up, though," Frieren complained, stroking her dick. She needed both hands to really pump it, and with her hips bucking against her handpussies and her boobs shelved atop the V formed by her arms, jerking off was a wobbly full-body endeavor.
Fern's blank stare only turned her on more. She had no idea her teacher was jerking off to her with a magically grown penis.
"Fuuuuuuck! Fern, you're so hot! You're so hot when you're hypnotized! I wanna fuck you soooooo bad but I can't 'cuz it'll break the spellllll!" Frieren pumped faster. Precum bubbled from her cockhead like lava out a volcano and her hands were a slippery frothy mess as Frieren used her own overflowing desire as lube. "Fuck! Fuck! Fern! Fuck!" She was so close her boobs overshadowed Fern—she saw only her student's hands laid out on the bed to either side. But she felt Fern's gentle breath on her cock and that made Frieren stand on the very tips of her toes. "Fuck! I'm sorry, Fern! I'm sorry you have such a naughty teacher! I'm sorry you have a cock-crazy bimbo teacher! Ohgawd! Gonnacyum! Fern I'm gonna cummmmm!" Frieren was helpless to stop her first-ever male orgasm from ripping through her body. Her thighs tensed and trembled. She hunched forward, resting her boobs on Fern's head. Her tongue lolled out and her eyes rolled back.
It felt like every other part of her was merely accessory to her dick. It did what it wanted and she was just there to assist. She grew lightheaded, on the verge of collapse.
"Itscummingitscummingitscummingitscummingitscummingitscummingg!!!" she groaned, and then she really did collapse; falling forward and pinning Fern to the bed beneath her. She was at risk of suffocating her student but she didn't think about that at all—Frieren humped Fern's head in a base breeding frenzy. Frieren was in shock at just how good it felt to cum with a penis. Each guilty splurt made her hips buck wildly against Fern's face, grinding against her delicate, blank features and coating them with a sticky layer of bimbo goo.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh!" There wasn't enough space for Frieren to fuck Fern's mouth. She wasn't fucking anything, just dumbly humping her apprentice's face, marking her with her scent. "Dangerous," she panted. "Dicks are dangerous! Dicks are too strong! Cumming with a dick is dangerousssss!" Frieren's ejaculation was finished but she didn't stop humping. She was already imagining blowing a second load, followed by a third. "I'm gonna get a-dick-teddddd," she giggled, and promptly passed out.
***
"Please don't hate me please don't hate me please don't hate me—okay, wake up!"
Tonk.
Fern blinked awake. When had she fallen asleep and for how long had she been out? She remembered talking to Miss Frieren about her trip and then—blank. She was oddly unrested as she sat up and rolled her shoulders. Her hair was a messy bird's nest and her neck had an awkward ache as if she had slept all wrong or not at all. "Miss Frieren? Did I fall asleep in the middle of our conversation?" Her teacher was tucking something vaguely familiar away in her coin purse, some rectangular thing, and she jerked guiltily at Fern's question.
"Yeah, you did! You musta been so relieved to have me back," she said, snapping her purse shut and tucking it away under her leotard. Fern wanted to protest—she had been relieved, yes, but not enough to pass out from it. When would Miss Frieren realize she was made of tougher stuff than that?
Fern wanted to protest, but she got distracted. Miss Frieren's huge boobs were pretty distracting. Fern knew they were perfectly normal, but that didn't stop her from staring at her master's super hot tits.
"Hey, Fern, you listening?" Miss Frieren snapped her fingers and Fern looked up. How long had she been staring at Miss Frieren's chest, fantasizing about how heavy it was?
"I'm sorry, Miss Frieren. Did you say something?"
"Yeah, I said we have to head out today. It's a solid walk back to, um—we have a long journey ahead of us!"
"And where are we going again?" Fern massaged her forehead. There was still some sleep-related fuzziness that hadn't gone away.
"Oh, you know. It's, um, a surprise! You'll know when we get there but, uh, it's about the journey. Yeah, the journey! We gotta set out today so we can start the journey, and then on the journey we can get where we need to go!"
"That's. . . if you say so, Miss Frieren." Fern's head hurt. She wanted to go back to sleep—she definitely didn't get any good rest last night. "Where we're going is a surprise, but can you at least tell me our next stop?"
"Oh, sure, that's easy! We're going to the bewitching woods!"
Any lingering sleepiness burned away as Fern forced herself to full wakefulness. "Miss Frieren, you cannot be serious. You yourself told me that the bewitching woods should be avoided at all costs. Has something changed?"
A year prior, Fern had heard rumors of the mysterious woods full of magical beasts and asked her teacher if they could go explore there. She still recalled the look of revulsion on Miss Frieren's face as she explained that only fools traveled there. "The bewitching woods are the creation of an evil demon," she had warned Fern. "An evil and perverted demon, whose evil and perversion bled into the very soil of the forest and warped everything living there until they were just as evil and perverted as the demon herself. Stay away from the bewitching woods. Nothing there is worth the time of a mage your caliber." Miss Frieren had said that then.
Now, she contradicted herself. "I mean, doesn't it sound exciting? Who knows what we could find there, right?" She twirled her hair around her finger.
"I refuse."
"Perfect! Then let's get g—huh? You refuse?"
"I refuse, Miss Frieren. Something is wrong and you aren't telling me what. I refuse to go unless you explain why we are headed somewhere you previously warned me against."
"Oh, I did do that, didn't I? Huh. Shucks. Okay, give me juuuuust one moment. Oh, this much probably isn't too good for you, but. . ."
"Miss Frieren?" She was fishing out her coin purse.
"Sorry, Fern, but you're being too stubborn!"
Tonk.
***
"Aaand wake up!"
Tonk.
"Miss Frieren?" Fern cocked her head to the side. "You were saying?"
"Nothing worth repeating." She snapped her coin purse shut. "So, ready for our trip to the bewitching woods?"
"Truthfully, Miss Frieren, I'm still skeptical," Fern admitted. Miss Frieren unclasped her purse. "But I trust you." She reclasped it. "If our journey brings us through the forest it must be for a good reason."
"That's right, that's right!" Frieren nodded emphatically. "I'd never put you in danger. You're my precious apprentice! We're only going to the bewitching woods because it's absolutely necessary. Yup, absolutely necessary! Can I rely on you to pack up our things?"
"Of course, Miss Frieren."
"Oh but before you do that, I almost forgot!" Miss Frieren rummaged through her purse. "I got you a gift!"
***
Fern equipped a cursed item!
***
60 days after Frieren's corruption,
the Bewitching Woods.
Fern adjusted Miss Frieren's gift for the umpteenth time. The collar was tight around her neck and uncomfortable. She had no idea what the loop in the front was for. "Is this the place, Miss Frieren? The bewitching woods certainly look the part."
Tall, poisonous-looking beech trees crowded at the forest's edge, reaching toward them with curling, gangly limbs. The space between the trees was thick with a purplish mist, and the combined effect was that of an enchanted wood where danger lurked beneath every bough.
Which was exactly what it was.
"Woah. Doesn't it look cool?" Miss Frieren asked, awed. Fern had never seen her awed before—Miss Frieren usually managed a cool "been there, done that" attitude. But, she reminded herself, change in someone as old and experienced as Miss Frieren was a good thing. Their journey together was as much about Miss Frieren's personal growth as it was her own. "C'mon, I can't wait to find out what's in there! The bewitching woods!" She set off with an excited strut—Miss Frieren seemed incapable of walking any other way.
Calling for caution Fern followed after. "Miss Frieren, please don't rush on ahead!" In reality, it would be easy to catch up to her teacher—but if she did that, she wouldn't be able to stare at Miss Frieren's totally yummy ass. Miss Frieren had a way of wiggling it while strutting that did horrible things to Fern.
It certainly made her want to do horrible things to her teacher. Not that she could—or would—act on those desires. She owed Miss Frieren a great deal for teaching her magic and taking her in. Fern knew that viewing her mentor as a sex object was wrong.
But it was so hard not to, especially in those heels.
Before Fern realized, she had followed Miss Frieren's swaying backside into the forest. The air was damp and claustrophobic and Fern had to duck as a low-hanging branch swiped at her. It hadn't moved but Fern swore there hadn't been a branch at head height last she checked.
Which, admittedly, had been some time. Miss Frieren's ass really was distracting.
"Miss Frieren, please slow down. It's dangerous."
"Oh, don't worry so much," Miss Frieren teased. She didn't seem bothered by how thick the purplish mist had grown, how it grabbed at her like ghastly hands, how visibility had decreased to a scarce five feet in any direction. She did slow down, however, stopping to dig through her purse while Fern stepped close, carefully watching the mist for any signs of movement. None made themselves apparent to the purple-haired mage. Not that the absence of movement made her any less certain there were teeming creatures hiding just out of sight.
Intuitively, Fern understood that the bewitching woods knew they were there.
"Here, if you're worried, why don't you test out the gift I gave you?"
"The choker?" Fern said, bemused. She had figured it was just some fashion piece her teacher really wanted her to have. "It's a magic item?"
"Like, duh! Since when do I give gifts that aren't magic, dummy?"
Fern swallowed her initial retort of "Since you got hot." Instead she asked, "What does the choker do?"
"It'll be faster to show you." Frieren attached a glinting trinket to the empty loop on Fern's collar.
Fern's cursed item activated!
And explosion of purple mana blinded Fern. The mana licked across her skin like a tepid flame, burning away her clothes but leaving her unharmed. Brilliant purple energy condensed on her chest, arms, legs, and waist. It wove itself into shapes that became increasingly solid until Fern was left to make sense of what she was wearing while the rest of the mana diffused into the mist.
"Miss Frieren, what is this?" she asked, struggling to understand how her new outfit was a boon.
"You changed class, silly!"
"Changed class to what?"
Fern changed class to Bikini Warrior!
Attack: +
Swimwear: ++++
Magic: ---
Fern regarded her situation with open dismay. Her nice long jacket and nice white dress were gone—chewed up by the magic and replaced with a disjointed ensemble. Her hands had it best, encased in gleaming bronze gauntlets that went up to her elbows. A few experimental flexes proved her dexterity wasn't all that hampered by the heavy armor. They looked sturdy enough to protect her hands and deflect blows.
If only the rest of her wardrobe followed that theme. The boots weren't the worst—Fern had reservations about her ability to move quickly in five-inch heels, but at least they went up to her knees and, similar to the gauntlets, were forged from battle-ready bronze. Fern didn't have to worry about branches scraping up her hands or shins, at least.
It was everywhere else she needed to worry about. The only protection she had for her body was a purple bikini—the same rich dark purple as her hair, but she didn't appreciate the color coordination much as she stood in the middle of a dangerous enchanted forest. There was