Tik Tik yelps, watching as two perky tits push against the fabric of her shirt. The kobold breathes heavily as the skin on her chest becomes sensitive. “Oh, no, not good, not good!” the kobold yelps to herself, flicking her finger and producing her book. She frantically flips through pages, tapping on a name she had written down in such an emergency. “O-okie. There someone nearby here. Markus, got it!” She slams the book shut and nods. “All I have to do is get to him, and he can remove the curse from me. Easy peasy.” Just then, her tiny tits expand a little bit more so that some of the pink of her underbelly now pokes up from her trousers. She tugs the shirt down, only for it to rub against those new tits, the soft spurts of milk oozing down the front. “No-no-no! I’d better hurry!” she gasps, spinning on her heel and rushing out the door. She slams the door open, rushing out into the hallway, but of course, the poor kobold didn’t see the innkeeper with a basket of fresh linens. She collides with him and sends the fabrics flying all over the ground, the basket landing on the kobold. “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” she meeps, poking her head up from under the basket. Spectral kobold hands appear, picking up and folding the sheets and putting them back into the basket as she scrambles out from the pile she is in. “Bah, you really need to watch where you’re going, little lady,” the innkeeper grumbles, picking up one of the blankets, only to gasp. “What the hell? It’s soaked!” Tik Tik stares down at her chest, gasping when she sees how dark her shirt has become, a quick spurt of milk shooting out of her to prove where the mess came from. And, of course, since she got out of her little trap, her tits were bigger AGAIN! “Eeyaaa! Sorry, sorry. Can’t stick around! Bye!” Covering her chest, the kobold rushes down the stairs and to the inn's main room, only for a wall of people lined up and dancing, blocking her path. A jaunty bard plays a tune in the center of the room, and everyone dances around him in a packed celebration of something or the other. The poor kobold looks this and way and that for a way out of here, only for two taller folks to grab her, pulling her arms away from her chest and slinging her into the line. Dancing on her tip-toes, Tik Tik is left exposed, dripping wet, and her melons swelling larger and larger. Her tunic strains against her tits, the ties running low and pressing against her scales. It’s harder to breathe, and the sloppy squirts only get larger and larger as her tits enlarge. The poor girl squirms under the hold of the revelers, attempting to free herself. The strain in her chest takes away too much of her concentration to form any new spellwork. As they dance, the reveler behind her slips, fighting to regain balance, and falls backward against the person behind him. He brings Tik Tik along with him, and the small kobold falls, her arm breaking free from the grasp of the person behind her. But the whole ordeal becomes a domino effect as everyone in the circle falls, and soon, even the person in front of Tik Tik comes crashing down by her. She scrambles just out of the way, scurrying off as people scramble to pick themselves back up, her tits bouncing. The poor wizard huffs and puffs as she goes boingingly out the door and through the street. The poor kobold finds herself out in the street in the middle of the night, her speed greatly reduced as each step makes her tits spring and slosh around, pulling her back with their massive weight. She stops every few feet to catch her breath, shaking her head. She goes to cup them, but they’re so sensitive that she gasps and falls each time she does. “It’s… no use…” she pants. “I can’t get anywhere… but I must! I…” “Hold it right there!” Tik Tik whips around, her eyes wide, her tits wider. Two guards stand, tapping their feet and crossing their arms. “We’re here responding to a disturbance at the tavern. They say a big-titted kobold has been causing a ruckus and injuring people. You fit the description, so you must come with us.” Tik Tik yips and turns, starting to rush away from them. “Ah, dammit!” The first guard grunts. “Second time this week,” the second laments, chasing after Tik Tik. The poor wizard bounces and sloshes, leaving a trail of milk sprinkles along the path. When she finds an alleyway, she turns the corner, her tits whipping against a trash barrel, knocking it and all its contents over. She scrambles over it, rolling into a ball. Down the hill of the alley, her ears graced with the crashing of the guards against the fallen thing all. At the same time, she keeps rolling, rolling, rolling down the hill in a little titty ball before she collides into a stall, tits first, groaning. The shopkeeper peers over her stall, asking, “Are you alright, miss? Where did you go? Oh, my!” She blushes a bright pink as Tik Tik pulls herself free, her tits straining against the fabric of her shirt. “D… don’t mind Tik Tik,” the kobold says. “Just heading to see sorcerer Markus. Know where?” The shopkeeper points down the road, but when Tik Tik looks, she sees more stall operators and shoppers watching her. “Nothing see here!” Tik Tik shirps, cupping her chest. “Everything is okie dokie. Just passing through and— RIIIIIIP!