While Tik Tik spends most of her time adventuring for personal research, the kobold occasionally joins an adventuring party, either as part of her occupation for the Grand Caravan or as a commission for smaller, independent groups.
In one such adventure, the kobold mage is surrounded by a group of thugs and bandits.
“So, if it isn’t the world-famous kobold mage!” Boasts the busty bovine at the head of the group, her tiny dress straining against the thick curves of her luscious form. “It’s a shame we have to meet like this. Imagine all the materials we could steal and the magic we could create if we worked together.”
Tik Tik snickers, her slight form hardly impressive among the taller but greener, adventurers, each quivering with their weapons drawn, their backs to each other. “Sorry, but Tik Tik no need steal when make so much money already!”
The cow snorts. “And that’s why you’re the villain. Let’s go boys!”
The bandits all roar and charge at the party while the adventurers quiver in fear. “T… Tik Tik?”  asks their leader, a rather cute farm boy. “Wh-what do we do?”
Tik Tik yawns and raises her hands, reciting an incantation of power. Massive tentacles erupted from the ground, writhing and wrapping around the foes, slamming them to the ground.
“It all easy for Tik Tik,” The kobold says, puffing out her chest. “You pay good money to be safe, yes?”
“Y-yeah, thanks! Come on, everyone. Let’s go retrieve the stolen artifact!”
With renewed energy, the small party rushes past the cow, who now is tied up in tentacles, writhing around her body, stroking along the exposed areas, groping and swirling around at her curves and her mounds.
“You won’t…Nghhh…! get away with this,” the mage growls.”
“Looks like Tik Tik has,” the kobold giggles, tapping her nose. “Need get good if want fight Tik Tik.”
“Oh yeah…? ‘Get good,’ huh?” the bovine beauty says, a smirk on her snout. “How about this?”
Suddenly, her top bursts off as beams of energy shoot out from her tits. They strick Tik Tik dead on the chest, sending the kobold sprawling out, groaning on the ground.
“Tik Tik!” Screams one of her companions.
The kobold simply groans as she lies there, stunned.
The party scoops her up and runs away, all while the spellcasting cow laughs and licks her lips.
Tik Tik scrambles over the adventurer’s shoulder, throwing an obscene gesture at the cow as they retreat. “Ha! Tik Tik lived, and we got the treasure! No Skill for you! Bleeh!
The cow’s smirk quickly evaporates. She lowers her head, grumbling as the party leaves, their loot gathered, and their victory won.
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The party clinks their drinks together at the tavern while gold coins and feasting flow. Tik Tik sits beside the farmboy leader, fluttering her eyes at him. “You did good job rescuing Tik Tik,” she coos. “Thanks very much!”
“Aw, it was nothing, Tik Tik,” he says, blushing. “If it weren’t for you, we’d have never gotten past all of them.”
“You know,” Tik Tik says, running her fingers along the rim of her mug, “Tik Tik might like celebrate more in private, hm? Just come in a few minutes to her room, okie?”
The youthful adventurer swings his drink, his cheeks a bright red.
Soon, she hops off from the table and approaches the rented room. Alone now, she sighs, undoing her foot coverings and ready to get comfortable. She throws her cloak over to the coat rack and pulls at the strings of her top, humming to herself as she saunters toward the full body mirror she only half-way covers.
“And that’s why you’re the villain.”
The words echo in her mind, but Tik Tik snorts and shakes her head. “Silly silly cow lady,” she mutters to herself. “Knows nothing about the nature of the world. Ha, such a silly little.--” She breaks her thought, tilting her head. With a frown, she tugs at the sides of her top. The fabric sticks, not moving in its regular looseness.
She tugs again. It’s definitely tighter. Tighter… around the chest?
The kobold chuckles to herself, but a cold feeling tingles at the back of her skull. Her hands jump up from her sides to her chest, smashing her palms flat against her flat self.
“A… ahahn?” She gasps, slipping her hands under her chest. “W… what the?” she gulps, shuddering.
The sight of the defeated cow returns to the kobold’s mind, her body shuddering, slightly warm at the implication running through there. Slowly, she curls the hem of her top in her fingers, the weight of the fabric much heavier than it had ever been before.
Her chest rises and falls as deep breaths escape her, her heart thumping at a mile a minute as she slowly exposes the pink scales and lighter underbelly. Her familiar look is something she admires but now something she fears as inch after inch is revealed until she stops just at her ribcage.
Steeling herself, she closes her eyes, snorting, flutters them open again, and turns the top up. There’s slight resistance as the fabric rubs against her scales, and a light and airy gasp escapes her when the shirt peels off what is underneath.
Two pink, perky nipples sit on her chest, erect and sitting upon the tiniest of mounds. The kobold stares at this new addition to her body, licking her lips and watching with wide, confused eyes. She pinches one of the nipples, letting out the tiniest of mewls, pulling her fingers free and staring at the digits, where the smallest globs of a fatty and sugary substance linger, trailing down her fingers.
The strike from the mage did nothing at first, but Tik Tik now realizes the total weight of the matter.
“A… curse…?”
Just as she says this, the tiny little lumps swell a little!