Ajantis never paused in his forms as he pivoted and looked directly at the girl who was seated on the ground nearby, watching him. Without even a glance at her, he chopped, parried, and thrusted his way toward her, all the time never breaking the form. It wasn't until he was nearly atop her that he pivoted away and spoke, never ceasing his practice.
"Is something wrong, Imoen?" he asked, little real emotion in his voice.
"Nothing you can't cure," the young thief whispered in a husky voice. She tried for sexy, but could only come as close as husky. She leaned forward as she spoke, though he was already beginning to move away and was not even looking at her.
"I will do as I must when my forms are complete, unless it is an emergency." His next step carried him out of earshot for a normal speaking voice, but he hardly seemed to care. Biting her lip in frustration, Imoen quickly crawled closer.
"But Ajantis, it is an emergency." As she spoke, the young woman undid the top lace of her coat, exposing a small amount of the little cleavage she had.
The knight spun on his heels, cutting a vicious arc with the sword and glancing down at her. "What is the trouble?"
"I'm cold tonight. I need someone to keep me warm." She tried to put on her sexiest smile. By his expression, she may as well have been waggling her tongue at him.
"If you are cold, my first suggestion would be to lace up your coat, then get an extra blanket from Minsc. He keeps so damn many for that hamster. If you are still cold, think about extra rations next week. You are entirely too thin to survive long in the wild anyway."
Imoen nearly gaped in shock. She had all but offered herself to him, and the man was blatantly ignoring her. Sleep in the blankets of a hamster named Boo? Eat extra rations? Perhaps it would please him better if she slept with the horses and stuffed herself till she couldn't fit her clothes!
As she was staring in shock and anger, the knight had the nerve to spin about again and continue his practice. Fuming, Imoen rose and stormed off to her tent.
Once inside, the young thief drew forth the vial she had received from Shar-Teel and frowned at it. What good would it be if she couldn't even get the knight to look at her? She desperately wished that she had Shar-Teel's sultry good looks and curvy feminine body. She knew she could get both of those, if Ajantis thought them better than how she currently looked, by drinking the potion in the vial, but the knight would probably strike her down for being possessed if her body started changing before his eyes.
There had to be a way to attract his attention. She was very smart, she knew, and probably smarter than he was. Surely she could come up with something to get him into her tent, some brilliant scheme of grand scope. She vowed not to leave her tent until she could carefully craft an infallible plan.
"There's a rat in my tent!"
Ajantis looked at the quivering woman with a look that blatantly questioned her ability to face true enemies if she were afraid of mere rodents. "Why do you bring this to me?" he asked tiredly, leaning on his sword.
"Could you come and, um, kill it, maybe?" Imoen asked, gnawing her lip. This was not exactly the perfect plan she had in mind.
"I suppose, child. Wait here, I will retrieve my coat."
"No, you won't need it," she said before thinking. Excellent, she thought. As well to tell him that you intend to bed him before the night is over.
"If it must be done straightaway," he sighed, stalking ahead of her toward the camp.
"Imoen?" Ajantis asked, staring at a blank patch of grass, "where in the Nine Hells is your tent?"
"Over there," she said in her husky voice, leaning against him and pointing into the distance. Peering through the darkness, Ajantis made out the girl's tent, far from the rest of the camp.
"By Helm, girl, you moved your tent as far away as Shar-Teel's! Why would you do such a thing?"
"I don't know," she pouted, "I guess I wanted a little privacy." With that, she let a grin creep over her face, and she softly rubbed her breasts against his arm. Ajantis shook his head and walked the rest of the distance to her tent quickly, leaving Imoen to hurry after him.
Upon reaching the tent, Ajantis stepped inside and began looking around, prodding aside the bedroll and her things with his sword. "I see no rat, girl. Likely you scared it away when you screamed."
"I didn't scream," she said as she entered, closing the flap behind her, "but I will for you, if you want."
"Why would I possibly want you to scream, child?" he asked, turning to face her.
"Ajantis," she said dejectedly, though trying to maintain the huskiness in her voice, "don't you know why I brought you here?"
"Of course, girl. Your attraction to me has been painfully obvious since I joined the party, and this evening you have apparently decided that you want me to join you as your lover."
Imoen's jaw dropped and her face flushed warmly. He knew! Damn him, he knew!
"Well, don't look so surprised now, it's not as if you made an effort to conceal it. The way you thrust your bosom out is obvious in itself."
The young thief managed to compose herself to a degree, at least enough to speak without her voice shaking to pieces. "So what if I made it obvious? Perchance that is what I wanted. Perchance I wanted you to take the initiative and have your way with me. If so, would you rather me hold in my feelings?"
"Frankly, yes. I'm afraid you just are not what I am looking for at this point, Imoen." It sounded as if he was trying to be consoling, but Imoen heard none of it.
"You certainly know how to be one bastard of a knight, don't you? Could your words be any more heartless or condescending? I will make you want me, you pig, and I'll make you beg for me. You will be the one screaming. For me."
"You speak nonsense, child. I do not mean for you to take offense, just that--" Ajantis stopped talking as the girl drew forth the vial and unstoppered it. His eyes narrowed at it. "What is that?" he asked as if she held a coiled viper.
"Something that will fix all our problems."
"By the gods, Imoen, don't drink that! It is not worth your life simply because I do not want to sleep with you!"
Imoen's laughter nearly drowned out his last words. "Are you so self-righteous as to think that I would poison myself because you don't want to fuck me? This potion is to facilitate sex, you fool, not to never allow it. It will change my appearance to match your most perfect vision of beauty."
"Where did you come by such sorcery?"
"It doesn't matter. All that matters is that after I drink it, you will be begging me to take you."
"If your words are true, please do not drink that potion. I beg you."
"That's right, you'll beg me. You'll beg me more once I look perfect for you."
"Please Imoen, you don't understand--" He trailed off as she raised the vial to her lips. The knight lunged forward, but it was too late. By the time he snatched the bottle away from her, she had already drunk from it.
Imoen grabbed the vial back and quickly stoppered it. "I'm sorry, but you can't have it. I need to give it back later."
Ajantis stared in horror. "I must go now, Imoen."
"You can't go, silly. This is the best part! I am starting to feel something. . . ."
Imoen slid to the floor, lying on her back on the bedroll. Her eyes closed and she moaned softly, running her hands up and down the sides of her body. Eyes still pinched, the thief reached up and unlaced her coat, pulling it off after it was undone. Ajantis stood gaping at her petite, naked torso.
"Oh, my breasts feel. . . ." Imoen's hands slid up her body to cup her breasts. She began to softly knead them as the feelings inside her mounted. Slowly, she could feel the flesh of her breasts expanding beneath her hands. She squeezed harder now, making the pillowy flesh ooze between her fingers. They continued to rise, filling her hands up, until they were a little larger than Shar-Teel's normally were. Imoen moaned again, louder, as she pinched her nipples, which had grown proportionately larger as well.
"Helm, give me strength." She heard Ajantis' muttering and opened her eyes to see him standing over her, gawking. She smiled and winked at him.
"So, you like bigger breasts, do you? Not as big as I do, but that's all right. I'm sure we can still manage." A shiver ran through her then, causing her to noticeably shake. Her fleshy new breasts quivered with the motion. "I can still feel something. Am I not done yet?" She grinned wider and winked again.
She felt it then, starting in her middle and working its way out. It was a warmth, not unlike what she had felt in her breasts, but it was radiating across her body. Only her face seemed cool and removed from the heat. With the heat came pleasure, untold ecstasy, and she writhed on the bedroll, grabbing at her breasts. It wasn't until she rose off the ground that she realized what was happening. Opening her eyes, she saw her entire body expanding before her eyes. Her arms were sagging slightly with added weight, her legs were swelling larger, especially her thighs, and her once-flat belly was puffing out with fat. With effort, she managed to remove her hands from her sensitive breasts to heft the new weight of the roll that was her stomach. She could feel herself slowly rising off the ground as she did, her bottom filling with soft, squishy fat. She had always prided her thinness, but she had never realized how good it could feel to be larger, nor did she realize how good she would look.
She looked up at Ajantis suddenly, having forgotten he was there. He was leaning over her topless, and probably not wearing anything else either, with a look of sheer desire on his face. Grinning, she let him watch as she rubbed her fat tummy roll, then slid her hands up the sides of her new body. She ended by rubbing her face and noticing that it had not changed at all.
"So you like thin faces on fat bodies, do you?" Ajantis nodded, almost embarrassed but too excited to care. Imoen wrapped her arms around the knight and pulled him into a deep kiss. As his body slid against hers, she felt his fullness enter her and knew that he had indeed removed all his clothing.
She moaned and squeezed her eyes shut as she continued to kiss him. He danced his tongue in her mouth similar to how Shar-Teel had done it, but more forcefully, the way he loved paralleling the way he fought.
Ajantis' hands slid down to her breasts and began to gently massage them. As he did this, he slowly rocked in and out of her, causing waves of pleasure to emit from her breasts and loins. She began to buck her hips, slowly at first, her soft fat squishing against his hard muscles.
"Mmm," she moaned, "you feel so good inside me. I need your lips on my breasts." Using her added weight, the young thief rolled the pair over, taking the higher ground and rearing up, hands on Ajantis' shoulders. Continuing his easy thrusts, the knight raised his head to the fat, hanging bosom above and latched his mouth onto one of Imoen's nipples. She cried out as he sucked firmly at her breast. Licking two of her fingers, she proceeded to caress her other nipple, the wetness making it firm and cold in the night air.
Leaning in, Imoen began to thrust more firmly. "Stop going easy on me and show me how strong you really are," she whispered in his ear.
With that, Ajantis grasped the love handles around her hips and began driving upward into her as hard as he could, his hard-muscled thighs pressing into her flabby bottom as he did. Ajantis disengaged from her breast and slid both hands to either breast. Imoen moved her own down to the roll of her fat tummy and the extra roll that had appeared as she sat up.
"Harder," she said as she gripped her chubby belly in her hands and shook it. "Harder. Squeeze my breasts harder." Ajantis responded by pressing his fingers firmly into her breastflesh and tugging at the nipples. Imoen moaned louder and louder before finally crying out in ecstasy. As she collapsed atop him, fat breasts pressed into his chest, Ajantis grunted and exploded inside her.
"By Helm, that was incredible," he said.
"I know. You were all I dreamed of and more." She hugged tightly to him, enjoying the feel of her expanded body against his toned musculature.
"As were you. You are a vision."
Imoen smiled and reveled in their closeness. "Maybe I'll try and look like this the natural way."
"I would be beside you every step of the way to encourage you," he said.
"But I will need some magical help as well. You might not think so, but my breasts need to be bigger."
"Bigger than even that? I must say I would be interested."
"So would I," Imoen said softly. "So would I."