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The Company of Companions by La Bruja Mutante Edited by slinet042 "Stop your evil actions, Lord Arcabus! You're outnumbered!" The lich turned his head slowly, as the living corpse he was. He confronted with his gaze the five adventurers that had intruded into his lair, and then he smiled. Or, at least, he showed a largeamount of teeth. "The Company of Companions, just in time..." "Stop acting like you were expecting us, Arcabus. You won't fool us," shouted Sir Santiaco, the knight in shining armor, first in line of the group as always. "We know what you did, you evil fiend!" seconded Leeaf Silentdeath, the cunning elf, ready to spring into attack with just one order from his boss. Lord Arcabus paced calmly in his room, as if it hadn't been invaded by the forces of good seconds ago. The smile, or at least the teeth, were still visible. "And what did I do, my dear heroes?" "You've been stealing all the healing potions from the Three Kingdom Area. Dozens of adventurers are dying in the dungeons because of your actions. Clever move, Lord Arcabus, but an evil one, for sure," now was Meego's turn to talk. The wise wizard studied the movements of the living corpse with his three eyes and sixteen senses, trying to figure why he looked so confident. "Thanks for the compliment, Meego. But that's not my real plan. I don't mind low level adventurers dying or living, I couldn't care less." "So what are you planning to do with the potions? Steal the magic within them? Distill a greater potion to come back to life?" continued Meego. "Wait, what? No! I've sold them! Come back to life? I'm a lich, I'm alive!" "Technically..." "I'm not here to debate about your offensive views on undead people, you pompous wizard!" "So, Lord Arcabus, tell us then. Why are you here?" The sensual voice of Vaneza made all the men in the room relax a little. The blonde priest caressed her staff as her words seemed to echo the voice of the Goddess of Love Herself. The lich didn't try to resist her commands. "I'm here to finish you! I'm tired of you interfering with my plans, so I'm finally ending your stupid Company of Companions, once and for all!" "Again?" interrupted Sir Santiaco. "You've tried to kill us hundreds of times" "And the only one dying time after time is you," added Leeaf. "Technically..." "This time is different!" shouted the corpse. "I'm not going to kill you! That was my mistake, the Gods are with you, the people are with you, Fate itself seems to be with you. No, I cannot kill you!" he lamented, then he added: "But I could if you're not you..." The lich snapped his fingers with a bony sound, and in the middle of the room a flying orb blinked into existence. Meego and Vaneza readied their defensive spells, but the orb just floated, not moving or emitting any magic energy despite its glowing. Nothing was attacking them, but they preferred to be ready nevertheless. "Meego, what is that?" questioned Santiaco of his wise friend. "I'm not sure, Sir. It really looks magical, but I can't see any magic within it." "My Goddess doesn't recognize it either," added Vaneza. "Doesn't look divine, or at least, not from one of the Only Seventy Six Gods and Other Assorted Spirits." "That could be because the Lifechanger Eye is neither magical or divine," explained Lord Arcabus. "It's just... not from here." The Company exchanged glances. The Eye was something they weren't ready for. Magic and Gods, they are easy to understand, but extraplanar flying eyes weren't. And in the hands of Lord Arcabus something unknown could have... well, unknown consequences. At least they could finally see what was hiding behind his toothy smile. "The Lifechanger Eye won't kill you, my friends," continued the lich. "It will look at you, and it will see other lives you could have. Very different ones..." Four of the five members of the company listened studying their options. The fifth member, the one who still hadn't talked hadn't studied in his life and he didn't seem eager to start in that precise moment. Blonk The Boneslayer was fighting himself, ready to slay the lich with his enormous sword and his vast strength, trying to repress his barbarian instincts that told him to bash the bony head who couldn't stop talking. Trying to wait for the leader of his Company to order him to attack, as usual. But he didn't, Sir Santiaco was looking firmly at the floaty ball, mesmerized. What had Lord Aracabus said about the floaty thing? Maybe he was hypnotized? Blonk had one idea for the very first time that week, and the effort make him shout as he charged. The ball was using magic or something like that and he was the only one clever enough to realize. So he must destroy the orb, and the sword in his hands looked like the proper tool to do so. Running towards the orb, the muscled human lifted his sword, ready to let it fall with his mighty strength, ignoring the warnings of his companions. Before he was close enough, the orb stopped glowing, and an eyelid opened, revealing an eye staring directly at him. "Of course," continued explained Lord Arcabus as his smile widened impossibly. "Its stare is so powerful, that your mere life will be altered by its perception." Blonk's sword fell from his hands. The huge barbarian looked even more dumbfounded than usual. It wasn't the stare of the Lifechanger Eye. It was the fact that his sword had fallen from his strong hands. His loyal weapon was on the floor for the first time since he forged it years ago. Not even when Blonk had to slay the demonic piglets that obliterated his tribe did the sword attempt to escape his grasp. Not once. And now it rested on the floor. Still confused, the huge barbarian walked slowly towards his weapon and crouched to pick it up. He grasped the handle and tried to lift it. It didn't move an inch. He struggled but the damn sword weighed as much as a tree. A very big tree, not a puny one, Blonk could lift two of those. "Damned sword!" shouted the huge man, unable to understand what was happening. He looked again at the weapon, but something in his hands caught his eye. He examined them and discovered a red taint on his nails. It wasn't blood, he still hadn't slain anyone yet, and the red ink was carefully applied. And also his hands, his usually strong and callous hands looked weaker, even dainty, shrinking before his own eyes. "Blonk is weak! Stop this magic!" screamed the barbarian, as the changes spread through his arms. His skin, darkened by hours under the sun of his desert, paled. His muscles, strong and wide, deflated, shrinking and disappearing completely. Quickly it reached his torso and his shoulders cracked and moved, shortening the distance between them. All the well defined muscles of his chest shrunk quickly as the changes affected his whole body. His abs disappeared and revealed a very flat stomach. His loincloth, the only garment covering his changing skin, started to fall, as his hips and legs also became skinnier. His weakening knees almost failed as the changes climbed up his neck and deformed his strong jaw. His face mutated quickly and rearranged itself in a more feminine fashion. Blonk shouted while an invisible force grabbed him by his neck, and his loud roar turned into a high pitch squeak. Spooked by his own voice, Blonk froze as he noticed everything getting bigger by the moment. He felt as if he were falling for a second as his body shrunk and compressed, at the same time his now skinny legs and hips widened a bit and a bubbly butt sprouted from the huge and loose loincloth that Blonk grabbed at the very last moment. "Blonk's butt is huge!" he shouted, unaware this was true only proportionally. Another foot fall and he shrunk a bit more, not the tallest of his company anymore and soon to become the shortest. As he shrunk, another displacement of mass occurred and Blonk felt two big breasts sprouting from his torso, bouncing after their generous spontaneous generation. He glared at them as well as all the people in the room, and even the former thick skull of Blonk understood what was happening. "Blonk is becoming a maiden!" As he shouted that he quickly checked under his now huge loincloth, only still in its place because he was holding it. Blonk shrieked again as he watched his former sex receding into a dark bush of hair, finally dropping the cloth as he felt his insides change into a new shape. Before he could react another reverse growth sprout occurred, and Blonk shrunk another foot, finally becoming a petite big breasted woman. Her mane grew even more while her hair darkened and rearranged itself into a braid, moving and dancing like three snakes making love. "What happened to him?" asked Leeaf, mesmerized by the sexy little woman that tried to cover her naked body, still confused about which parts to hide. "I'm not sure," sincerely answered Meego, fascinated by the unknown forces behind his friend's transformation as well as by the beauty of the former barbarian. "But it's not finished." The loincloth crept up from the floor and started to climb up one of Blonk's new long legs. The piece of leather stretched and thinned as it recovered its original position covering her new sex. Blonk felt the change in the fabric. Instead of the coarse leather, now it was a soft silk, more clingy and revealing than her old clothes. It also changed color turning a purple hue, and from around her waist a row of little golden bells started to sprout, giving her new clothes an exotic style. A piece of fabric detached itself and moved up, caressing Blonk's new bosom. Her pale skin reddened as she felt the fabric spread and touch her now sensitive nipples. Quickly a new cloth covered Blonk's bosom, or at least part of it, as the garment was designed more for support than covering. Blonk's tits were squeezed and lifted and more little golden bells sprouted over her belly. Finally, two strips of thin and transparent cloth emerged from his new clothes and wrapped around her wrists and her neck, finishing the dancer outfit Blonk started to realize she was wearing. "Blonk is... I'm a ballerina!" her tone of voice changed, as well as her former strong barbaric accent. The new lady spoke in a rehearsed tone, far from Blonk's old grunts. "That magic has changed me... Why?" "Because you couldn't stop yourself from charging before I said so!" shouted Sir Santiaco. "It serves you well, you hot headed mule, I hope it teaches you a lesson." "But Blonk... I mean... I don't want to stay like a weak and fragile dancer! I can't fight anymore!" "You're not a dancer, Blonk, you're a bard," Vaneza pointed at the place where Blonk's sword had fallen. In its place an elegant flute rested on the floor. "Is that my sword? Damnation! I don't want to be a weak bard! They're a bunch of cowards and a nuisance on the battlefield!" "I agree with you," added Vaneza looking at her new body. A glint of jealousy could be spotted in her eyes. "I will try to dispel this magic, Blonk, don't worry." "Ok, Vaneza, you help him, Meego, Leeaf and I can handle Lord Arcabus. No one touches the orb, that's an order." With an order from their leader, the fight exploded into the room, with powerful fireblasts flying across the place. Vaneza ignored them, she was accustomed to the noise, and started to focus on her Goddess with the help of her magical staff. "Oh, Goddess of Love. Oh, Goddess of Beauty. Please hear the voice of your most loyal servant. I need your help to fight the forces of evil..." "I'm not sure about that, Vaneza," answered the silky but informal voice of the Goddess in her head. The priestess was startled, usually it took a few minutes for the Goddess to answer, this time she was waiting for her. Interesting. Worrisome, even. "What do you mean, my Goddess? Is the spell affecting my companion so strong even you can't unravel it?" "No, maybe... I'm not sure even if that thing is a spell or what the fuck it is," Vaneza grimaced, she respected her goddess, but she really disliked how she talked. "But even if I could, why should I change her back?" "But... My Goddess, she... He is one of the most important heroes of these lands, you can't leave him like that!" "Like what, Vaneza? Like a beautiful and awe inspiring ballerina? She's even prettier than you!" "WHAT?" "Yeah... look at those tits, she's definitely a ten. You're more like a... nine?" "I'm a... nine?" asked Vaneza. "I'm a ten?!" shouted Blonk. "That's not the point" the priestess focused. "We need our barbarian back! Not this dancing slut!" "Blonk's feelings are hurt..." "I'm not changing this beauty into the fucking brute she was! I'm the Goddess of Beauty, not the Goddess of hideous and stupid beasts!" "Please, would you mind not insulting me?" "It's your fault, you're always throwing yourself into danger and it's my job to heal you..." Vaneza looked at the shimmering eyes of the bard, she looked about to cry, but that wasn't the worst thing. "How could you...? Can you hear the Goddess, too?". "Yeah..." answered the petite woman. "Why?" "Of course she can hear me, Vaneza. Look at her, she is the most beautiful hero I've ever seen. She is gonna be my new champion. A beauty like her! And it's clear she needs guidance, she may have to learn a bit of grammar, but she doesn't look that much more clever than before..." "What? Your new champion!" exploded the priestess " But I'm your most loyal servant! I always follow all your stupid commands! And I'm a fucking ten!!" "Yeah... maybe, but I don't think you will be after that." "After what?" "The orb, Vaneza. It's looking at you..." The first thing to change was Vaneza's staff. The sophisticated piece of wood carving grew in the delicate hands of the priest. The intricate carvings became less detailed as its jewelry jumped and disintegrated in the air. First the piece of art became a carved piece of wood, then a big branch, and finally an enormous and heavy club that the woman couldn't lift. The big weapon fell on the floor with a deafening noise. But Vaneza didn't care, or at least, that wasn't her more important concern. Maybe the Eye had some concept of irony and had been hearing the conversation, or maybe it was just a random change, but the first thing to transform in Vaneza's body were her breasts. Blonk was mesmerized, watching them inflate under Vaneza's robe until they were clearly bigger than hers. Her clothes weren't ready for that change and her now ample bosom overflowed, escaping the white cloth of her beautiful dress. The former barbarian didn't have male equipment anymore, but that didn't stop her enjoying the new view. Vaneza tried to stop her still growing boobs, but it felt like holding two bags filled with jello. When they stopped anymore they were already bigger than her head. They were huge, but they weren't magical and didn't float, so gravity made its call and pulled Vaneza to the floor. "My Goodness, what is happening to my body?" After falling on all fours, the priestess noticed another change, a similar one but this one located in another place. It started first in her stomach, that felt like gallons of air were introduced, expanding a bit while her fine corset split open, unable to contain the growing belly. The movement traveled down and expanded her ass, that grew quickly making her grunt as her undergarments sank in her flesh. "What am I becoming?" Then Vaneza exploded. Her body grew in a reverse fashion to Blonk's. Her slender arms became thick, her tights expanded, ready to support all the mass the priestess was gaining. Her chest and shoulders got bigger, turning into a place where her humongous boobs felt more at home. As she was still on the floor she didn't realize that she also grew a few feet, but she did notice that her robes had been shredded. She tried to get up but her new body mass moved in unexpected ways so instead she fell onto her butt, hurting herself less than she expected. "The fuck is happening!" Roared the priestess in anger as her neck thickened and her head rounded. She touched her face with her hands and felt it move. Her petite nose become wider as her nostrils opened, almost pig like. Her ears pointed and grew out of her skull, not like the elves, but more like the cows. Finally two of her bottom fangs grew and Vaneza felt them in her now thick and coarse skin. "I'm turning into a fucking pig," boomed the giant woman. "I'm afraid you're just turning into a big orc, Vaneza," pointed out Blonk, who had fought several of those creatures. At least, when he was still a barbarian. Now the giant beast was taller than her even without standing up. "I can't be a fucking orc!" Vaneza punched the room's floor, making a crack on its surface. Blonk felt fear for the very first time in ages. Both of them looked at the hand, still pressing into the destroyed tiles. It started to turn green. "Oh! Shit! Goddess! Where are you? Please help me stop this!" "She says that she can't help you," repeated Blonk after hearing her in her head. "She says that the goddess of Beauty can't be seen helping a creature as ugly as you. And I thought Katakrom God of the Barbarians was a cruel one..." Vaneza barely heard the woman, as she was mesmerized by the changes occurring to her hand. Her fingers were melting and fusing and her nails grew thicker, darker. Her skin became coarse, leather like and full of calluses as well as turning green. The change in her skin quickly spread along her mostly naked body, turning first her chest, her bottom, her legs and finally her face into a dark shade of emerald. She couldn't help see her feet suffering the same change as her hands and when it finished Vaneza wasn't able to count up to thirteen using her hands and feet. "Vaneza doesn't want to be a dirty orc!" shouted the dirty orc. She realized she had just made the same grammar mistake that Blonk was so fond of, but before regretting it her tattered clothes started to change as well. First they covered the holes her growth spurt made, then they covered even more. Her robes became leather pants and her small golden sandals grew fur and transformed into a big pair of boots. Her destroyed corset closed again and hardened, turning into chainmail that covered all her torso. All but the cleavage of her ample bosom, maybe to remind herself she was still female, despite her huge and muscular body. Her arms were kept uncovered as well, showing everybody their strength. The last change Vaneza was unaware of, as she was covering her face trying to hide the fact that she wanted to cry but was unable. Her blonde straight hair shortened turning first black, then dyed in red and blue. She did notice when half of her skull was shaved by some invisible force. Or when several tribal tattoos painted themselves all over her green skin, finishing the transformation. But after all the changes she didn't really care. In silence, the two new changed women exchanged glances, they were suffering a similar fate. The former strong barbarian was now a cute petite bard, and the former glamorous priestess had been transformed into a brutish and ugly orc. No one knew what to say, but finally Blonk The Bard found just the words. "If it helps, you're a ten to me now." Meego twisted the laws of physics creating a solid fire blast out of nowhere using just words and a slight movement of his fingers. It was just magic, nothing uncommon. But the transformations he had seen his two companions suffering were something else. The two women were out of their place. Blonk had lost her strength and Vaneza seemed to have lost the favor of her goddess. That meant that the Company of Companions were two down. Maybe this time Lord Arcabus' plan could work. The Lifechanger Eye seemed to be too powerful and it could end the entire company, so it had to be stopped. With a quick murmur Meego created an illusion of himself to distract Lord Arcabus. The ruse wouldn't hold more than a few seconds, but that was time enough for him to try to destroy the dangerous orb before more harm were done to his team. The Uncreator was one of his more powerful and dangerous spells, but it also was his best choice. The moment he'd try to attack the Eye it would counter, and Meego didn't want to end up like Blonk or Vaneza. The wizard focused all his magic energy and started to recite the words of the Uncreator spell. "Asoc..." the lights of the room flickered. "Reiu Qluac." The floor started to rumble, as Meego's eyes glowed in red. "Eyurtsed..." His voice boomed with the penultimate word, and the orb moved one inch as it stared directly into the wizard's soul. "Rli... Hmm.." Meego doubted. "Er.. Shit! How was it..." Meego's eyes met the Lifechanger. "Pretty please?" Too slow. The wizard felt reality bending under the orb's power, and him in the middle of the change. In desperation, he tried to raise some defensive shields. "Defense shields! Rise! I mean.. The.." Meego gestured frantically, trying hard to remember the words. Forgetting one of his most difficult spells was one thing, but he couldn't remember the more basic ones either. He could only add one word that had few chances of working. "Shit!" Meego's body started to shrink quickly, but instead of getting shorter as Blonk had, he was just getting thinner. For a second the wizard saw that as some good news, he had spent several years trying to lose some pounds, but even with magic his big gut always came back. In his sixties he wasn't vain, but the quick change in his body fat was welcomed. As was the second one. His bones felt stronger, his muscles, as they started to show under the thick layer of fat that hid them, felt more energized. His skin, despite the fact that he was becoming thinner, didn't wrinkle, it even looked more soft and supple than ever. Meego recognized the effects, he was getting younger. Maybe the change wasn't that bad. Becoming a young wizard again, avoid several mistakes he made in his life, to have a second chance... But soon he realized that it wasn't gonna be that easy. His elegant pants, usually held by a golden and long belt around his belly, fell onto the floor, and at that point Meego realized the third and most predictable change. He was becoming a woman. Meego fought against his bigger by the moment clothes. He folded his vest, his shirt and threw his cloak on the floor. Then he double checked with his now young hands what he thought he had seen. He was a she now. Under the oversized clothes, two skinny legs and little else could be seen. The legs, devoid of hair were far from how he remembered them. They looked like the legs of a woman, a very young woman in fact. They were starting to look more like a teenager's legs and less like Blonk's new legs. She then checked the rest of her body, her hands were hidden under her shirt sleeves. As was her now tiny torso that was buried in several layers of elegant but baggy clothes. Meego felt the changes creep up her neck and she gasped in a very feminine way as her throat was compressed. She tried to touch her face with her hands but the sleeves were covering them. "Lord Arcabus! You will pay for this!" Meego's threat sounded childish even to her, and in desperation the former old man tried to rip off the rest of her clothes. To her surprise they were shredded. Meego ignored the changes in her face as she examined the clothes and then her hands. It wasn't just the strength in her thin but well defined arms, it was something more. Pieces of tattered clothes still hung in her sharp nails. Not nails. Claws. The change in her life was far from finished. Meego finally touched her juvenile face. There were no signs of her wrinkles or even the light beard that had covered her chin. It was the face of a very young woman. Except for her whiskers. "Oh, no! You have to be kidding me!" shouted the teen. She then felt a strange sensation spreading through her now naked torso and looked down, with a mixture of fear and disappointment. After the changes in Blonk and Vaneza's chest she was half hoping at least to have big boobies like her partners. But her chest only showed a couple of small young lumps. She hope for them to grow a bit more and then Meego realized the foreignness of the thought. Had she just wished to have bigger breasts? Had she thought of them as boobies? What was happening to her? To him? Her wish almost came true, at least in a literal way. She had wished for more boobs, and that was the strange feeling that was spreading over her torso. A couple of nipples sprouted under her chest, and another two under those. Six boobs, whiskers and claws. Even with Meego's diminished knowledge she realized what she was becoming. "I'm turning into a Catling!" To prove her point, above her perky butt an orange fur covered tail started to grow. Meego touched it, mesmerized, and the sensation made it move away, trying to hide in between her legs. The orange fur then started to spread quickly, covering her behind and torso. Her new set of boobs grew white fur, as her back was covered in orange with black stripes, tiger like. The fur in her arms spread until it reached her hands, changing them into something more like paws. Her legs transformed when the fur reached them. Her thighs grew as her knees and bones cracked and mutated, looking more feline than human. Then her feet elongated until they became another set of paws, claws included. Finally the new wave of changes spread through her face. Meego couldn't see it but she felt her face move under her skin, to then be buried under a layer of orange and white fur. Her perky nose turned black and two fangs surprised her tongue. Her eyes became slitted and green and with a last change her ears became pointier and sprouted over her now orange but still short hair. As in the other two transformations, her clothes were the last things to change. Still in shock, Meego saw as her tattered belongings started to float, spiraling around her. Amazed at that simple display of magic, she couldn't stop them as they enveloped her, wrapping her in a much smaller quantity of fabric. Catlings weren't very fond of clothes and, as a short but billowy skirt hugged her very thin waist, Meego understood why: The fur itched like hell. Her former cloak, vest and shirt shredded into a cream colored bandage that started to wrap around her chest, covering her little breasts, or at least two of them. The rest of the bandage covered her four paws leaving her slightly less naked than seconds before. At last, her former huge belt, without changing in length wrapped around her twice and closed. At each side of her hips two claw like daggers popped into existence and settled themselves in a pair of sheathes that her barely changed belt now seemed to possess. Meego was confused. Her brain felt smaller. No, she wasn't a dumb catling, she just lacked the vast knowledge that made the former wizard famous. She knew she had been transformed into a young half cat girl, but her body felt so energized and her head so much simpler to manage that she still wasn't sure if it was a curse or a blessing. The poor rogue catling didn't know how to feel. Then Lord Arcabus started to laugh, and she felt anger. That was an easy one. "Oh! The mighty Meego the Wise, Champion of The Great Hall of Earthiks, turned into a very confused cat." Sir Santiaco stopped fighting to search for his friend. In his place an orange teen was growling with a very tense tail. "This thing is amazing! I wish you still had the brains to see the irony in your change, my dear Meego. Or at least to see the look in your-" The cat jumped several feet landing on Arcabus' chest, knocking him over. Then she started to stab him in the face repeatedly with her new daggers. Before the undead could react she had already attacked him twelve times, destroying half of his already decomposed visage. "I'm going to kill ya!" shouted the girl. "Ha!" managed to laugh the lich despite the attacks. "So you admit I'm alive after all!" The young catling was no rival for Lord Arcabus, and with a word, a blue flame engulfed her and threw her into the air. The hot tempered girl landed painfully on the floor, next to Blonk and Vaneza who looked worried at her old and at the same time new friend. The catling was still breathing, but unconscious. "Meego!" shouted Sir Santiaco. But Lord Arcabus was again on foot and ready to attack, the patches of rotten skin falling from his skull, so the knight couldn't do any more for his friend. "you will pay for this, fiend!" "How, proud knight? How will you be able to defeat me alone when you couldn't do it surrounded by your fr-WAIT A MINUTE! Where's that backstabbing elf?" The lich looked at his surroundings worried. It wasn't the first time he forgot about Leeaf, and the sneaky bastard had proven that he could be a fatal mistake. "Where are you hiding, coward elf? Show yourself!" Sir Santiaco smiled while attacking with his sword. The elf knew better than to show himself, he would be hiding in silence until the right moment. "Shit!" shouted Leeaf's voice among the shadows. "That fucking thing is looking at me!" The elf almost fell from the ceiling beam where he was hiding. After seeing his strongest friend turn into a hot petite dancer, his only female companion into a hideous brute and the wisest person he had ever knew into a hot headed cat, he knew the orb was the most dangerous weapon he had seen in his long life. And it was aiming at him. With uncharacteristic clumsiness the elf dropped his blowpipe, a weapon charged with a holy dart powerful enough to end Lord Arcabus, or at least stop him for a while. The weapon fell from the ceiling and grew as it descended. The wooden artifact split in half and as it still was becoming bigger, its front turned metallic as the wooden part closed and turned into some kind of complex handle. When it reached the floor the weapon had been transformed into a boomstick, a very complex and uncommon tool, typical of one race in particular. "Oh, no! No, no, no, fuck no!" Leeaf started to shout as he recognized the craftsmanship. "Anything but..." Before he could end the sentence the first change occurred fast. As had happened to Vaneza's bosom, his butt exploded outwards as it inflated, destroying the tights that covered his nimble legs. The shift in his bodyweight made him step back, and his foot failed to find purchase on a beam. Leeaf fell from his vantage point, grasping the wood at the very last moment with his quick elven reflexes. Everyone looked at him, as he hung from the ceiling, showing his new huge butt to the world. Leeaf turned red, but not from the embarrassment but because he was trying to climb up again, unaccustomed to the extra weight. The fat from his butt expanded to his thighs and calves, ripping the green fabric that covered them, as he tried not to let go of his hold. Then his legs started to shorten, making them look even more thick. Leeaf's boots of stealthiness slid from his now chubby but little feet and made an ironically loud sound when they reached the floor. Everyone was mesmerized looking at the change, as Leeaf still looked like himself from the waist up, but the rest of his body seemed to be from a very short fat man. Until the next change happened, in front of everybody, and then she definitely looked like a very short fat woman. The last change moved Leeaf's innards, startling her, and she let go with one of her hands, almost falling. The half elf looked at her free hand as it started to suffer the same changes her lower body went through. Her arm got thicker and fatter as the strap on the leather pieces of armor that covered it snapped and they started to rain onto the floor. Her hand became chubbier and she saw her fingers shorten one by one until all of them finally looked as thick and short as her former thumb. Then the rest of her arm lost its length, barely showing under the short sleeve of her vest. The sight of that change was unsettling, but Leeaf felt a similar but yet more worrisome change in her other hand. The hand that was holding her. First she felt the growth in her layer of fat, and her fingers started to slip, then, again one by one they shrunk until finally she couldn't hold and fell to the floor. The impact was softer than expected, her thick butt absorbing most of it, but Leeaf felt her torso compressed by the sudden stop, shortening and widening at once. Her leather cuirass split open as the flesh spilled through her tattered clothes. Still hurt, the former elf didn't realize she was now half the size, at least in height, as she had been. She quickly stopped rubbing her butt as another part of her body demanded her attention. Her chest started to inflate and her man boobs quickly transformed into female ones, displaying a great rack that opened her tight vest even more. Leeaf grabbed them with her tiny hands, they looked big but they felt huge. The changes finally reached her head, as it suffered the same fate as her body. Her cheeks inflated as her face softened and her pointy nose became a big red one. Her elven ears receded as her long blond and silky hair turned thicker and darkened into brown. Two pigtails formed themselves, ending her body changes. Leeaf was outraged, turning into a woman wasn't ideal, but as she finally saw her completely changed body, she realized that turning into a rosy dwarfette was her nightmare. Before the big but still little woman could say anything, it was the turn of her clothes, at least what was left of them, to change. First the fabric repaired itself, closing the gaps, but quickly it started to become thicker. Her tights turned into leather pants,and her boots snaked their way back to her chubby feet, covering them and losing their stealthiness as they started to cover themselves with iron. Her shirt also turned into brown leather as it covered all of her upper body, cupping her big boobs comfortably. The cuirass hardened as it transformed into iron plate armor, covering her chest, shoulders and waist. Finally a couple of goggles popped into existence, showing two augmented and startled eyes. "A fecking dwarf!" exploded Leeaf. "A female one!!" Despite the heavy armor that concealed her generous curves, her lack of beard was proof enough of her sex. "I can't be a fecking dwarf! My people is going to dishonor me!" She picked up her weapon from the floor and examined it furiously. "What kind of new hell is this? A boomstick? How can I still be stealthy with this damn-" The gun exploded throwing the dwarfette several feet back with its recoil. Sir Santiaco was unable to move his stare away from the embarrassing show her former elegant friend was giving. Fortunately Lord Arcabus was too busy trying not to laugh his skull off to take advantage of his distraction. The knight looked on as Leeaf clumsily searched for her glasses still on the floor. Vaneza was trying to heal the unconscious Meego, unable to channel her goddess anymore, and Blonk was scared for the first time in her life, trying to hold back her tears. Now he was alone, and Lord Arcabus had stopped laughing and now was looking at him defiantly. Sir Santiaco was out of ideas, out of friends. But he was a fighter, and he would fight till the end. He would stab the evil lich until he couldn't find any unstabbed places on his body. He would avenge his friends. Even if he already could feel the stare of the Eye altering the reality around him. The fight was fierce. The knight fought furiously against the evil Lord Arcabus, against the damned Lifechanger Eye, against his companions for being so gullible as to fall to it and against himself for letting them. Lord Arcabus stopped laughing, the knight was a formidable opponent and he needed all the focus he could muster just to stop his strong and quick blows. His enchanted and powerful sword pierced his magic shields too easily. He tried several of his dark spells, but the the knight's silver armor and his several trinkets protected him from almost any magic. But the Lifechanger Eye, as we've stated before, wasn't magical, and its effects started almost at the moment its stare focused on Sir Santiaco. It was subtle, even the lich thought it wasn't having any effect on him, but then he realized. Santiaco's shiny armor wasn't shiny anymore. It could seem a small detail with no importance, but the knight had always had the best look his wealthy pockets could buy. His Silver Armor of Unpenetration didn't look silver, it no longer reflected the light in a pristine way. It was just plain iron. The detailed engravings were replaced by the imperfections of a clumsy blacksmith. Sir Santiaco didn't seem to notice this as he kept attacking his enemy viciously. One of his blows shattered the magical shield, throwing Lord Arcabus a few steps back. Santiaco followed him but one of his legs failed to move properly. He looked down and saw his poorly maintained armor, rusty in one of his knees. He tried to bend it and one of the pieces broke and fell, releasing his leg. He tried to ignore it and kept walking towards the lich menacingly. The knight attacked the frightened undead as he tried to raise another shield, and that time, it worked. The sword bounced against the defensive spell, surprising both attacker and defender. They both quickly examined the weapon. The impressive Sword of Sharp Ends seemed to have suffered the same fate as the armor. It looked cheaper, old, blunt and with some chips forming on the blade's edge. Its magical powers vanished, the sword was no rival to the lich magic. At least that was his thought. Before Lord Arcabus could react, the rusty knight hit him several times so fast that he couldn't defend against all of them. Lord Arcabus protected himself with his bare arm in desperation and the sword got stuck there. Sir Santiaco pulled with all his diminishing strength, and finally the blade broke. The knight grunted, and another piece of his armor fell, rusty and broken. Lord Arcabus smiled, feeling his victory nearby, yet the knight stabbed him with the broken blade once again, reminding him the fight was still in Sir Santiaco. The lich pushed him back and noticed that his formidable enemy took the hit harder than usual. With some distance he realized that Santiaco had shrunk a few inches, but he was too determined to notice or care. "You're about to change, Sir Santiaco," reminded the lich. "You're about to die, Lord Arcabus," answered the knight. The rust covered fighter charged once again with his broken sword, but his other leg got stuck in the armor and this time he couldn't break it free. He stopped to try to pry it open and he saw the changes for the first time. His left leg was stuck under the rusty armour, but he could clearly see his right one, very different from what it used to be. It was thinner, weaker, the pieces of armor that still hung on it were designed for something almost twice the thickness. It was also smooth, with no trace of hair on his pale skin. Santiaco examined his arm with the same result. He could still see some muscle, struggling to hold the half sword, but it wasn't his arm anymore, that was clear. Still determined, he used his broken sword and his fading strength to break the rusty armor that was trapping his knee. The piece almost turned to dust and Sir Santiaco's new girly legs were free again. He jumped to attack with what he intended to be a roaring sound but his voice cracked like a teenager's mid shout. With no effort, Lord Arcabus dodged the slow attack, and when the not that mighty warrior tried to recover he kicked him in the back, throwing Sir Santiaco to the floor with a metallic noise. More pieces of rusty armor broke and his breastplate cracked like an egg from where the shrinking Sir Santiaco emerged. He tried to get up, but the rest of the iron pieces where too heavy for him. He again checked his body, unable to do anything more and gasped when he realized the changes that had happened under the tick metallic layer. He had shrunk a few inches but the pace didn't seem to stop. His usually strong body was more similar to a teenager than to a seasoned warrior. He looked at his chest, smaller and thinner but still flat, maybe as had happened to Vaneza he wasn't changing sex. The sensation under his cockpiece proved him wrong. It felt like the piece was bending inwards, pressing his crotch to a limit he didn't think was possible. But the iron was not moving, it was only his flesh. Sir Santiaco reached with a free hand under the armor and felt the last moments of his manhood slip between his fingers, then he felt his body rearranging itself, moving his internal organs into a new disposition. Lord Arcabus, feeling safe from his attacks started to laugh at his reaction. "Is everything ok, Lady Santiaco?" The little woman stabbed him in the leg with the sword, whose blade broke again. After the extra effort, the former knight felt the pressure of the shrinking accelerate. She was struggling against some pieces of iron that still clung to her diminishing body. Santiaco tried to understand what she was becoming, as her figure changed, becoming slightly more feminine and definitely more tiny. When she was able to stand up she felt her tights rubbing against each other and her hips widening as her already tiny waist shrunk. She looked at Lord Arcabus, who was still trying to dislodge the broken blade from his flesh. The most scary thing was his size. He was a giant compared to the tiny woman, her head barely reaching his waist. New movement alerted Santiaco and she examined the source. Her already perky butt was inflating and one of the last pieces of armor that covered her behind popped out as a green tail sprouted from her rear. Santiaco yelped as he recognized the spiky tail. "You're turning me into a monster!" shrieked the woman. "You're giving me tetanus with this rusty blade!" answered the lich still fighting against the piece of sword in his tight. The green skin spread all over Santiaco's new generous behind and inch by inch her skin was covered by emerald scales. The little woman tried to stop it with her hands, but as they touched the green hardened skin it started to change them. Her fingers sharpened and turned into green claws as the bones restructured in a more reptilian way. Some webbed skin grew among them and the change moved to her arms, shortening them a bit. "I'm turning into a despicable kobold..." half cried Santiaco, as the scales reached her legs, turning them into more dragonlike members. Her boots, one of the few clothes she still possessed, ripped apart from the inside, as yellow nails sprouted. Only tattered clothes and rusty pieces of iron remained from her glorious armor. Underneath, her scales where spreading through her torso, the ones in front showing a yellowish hue instead of the shiny green that was covering her tiny body. As it reached her chest Santiaco realized why she wasn't growing boobs as had happened to the rest of her team, that was a luxury only mammals have, and she was clearly turning into something that could not be categorized as such. The change then reached her neck as she felt a few spikes emerging from her spine. "You will regret this, Lord Arcabus," she shouted in a raspy but high pitched voice. She tried to add more, but her mouth felt strange and her tongue started to mutate and grow in length, erupting to the outside in search of more space. "You will thuffer the conthewuenceth..." Before she said anything else her face changed quickly. A growing muzzle pushed her mouth as it deformed, fusing with her nose. Her eyes blinked sideways turning yellow, and her ears disappeared into her skull. Finally, her short dark hair lost the battle against the scales that closed on the top of her dragon-like head. A row of spikes and two little horns grew on it, as Santiaco's body lost her last remembrance of humanity. Lord Arcabus saw the little but still defiant kobold and started to laugh. In rage Santiaco jumped over him, but he just kicked her back, sending her flying several feet. "This is what is left of the mighty company of companions?" He tasted his final victory, enjoying seeing his enemies reduced to a bunch of confused girls. "A weak bard, a heinous orc, a dumb catling and a little small kobold... You're no rival against my power, Company of Minions! You can't stop me now!" A loud boom echoed in Lord Arcabus' dungeon and his left hand exploded in pieces. He couldn't feel the pain, but being dead didn't give him immunity to embarrassment. "Shit, I've forgotten about you again, haven't I?" The lich turned his head and stared at the dwarfette that used to be the elf known as Silentdeath. She was holding her boomstick, still smoking after blowing his hand off. "You may have changed us, Arcabus," roared Silentdeath with a female but raspy and menacing voice. "But we're still heroes." The lich hesitated, he was already enjoying the victory, he wasn't ready to find another setback. He quickly conjured a blue flame in his other hand, readying himself to throw it at the short but curvaceous woman. But before he could finish, a second boom sounded, this time the sound coming from his skull crashing into a giant wooden club. On the floor, starting to feel pain in his rotten brain, Arcabus saw the attacker, a giant green woman with rage written in her eyes so clearly they could be read by the most illiterate person. "And you is still a villain," grunted the orc. Arcabus clumsily stood up and started to run, looking for the door, maybe he underestimated the new girls skills, he needed time to counterattack. A quick slice in his already destroyed leg snapped it, making him fall again to the floor, unable to get up. A smiling cat grinned at him, playing with her two knives. "How? I've burnt you!" As an answer, an angelical music surrounded her, as she seemed to glow, healed and empowered by Blonk's bardic and even divine magic. She gave thanks for the help, attacking the lich while he tried to crawl away. Lord Arcabus tried to focus between attacks, enough time to conjure a way out, but before he could recite the spell, a little figure emerged from the shadows in front of him. Sir Santiaco, in the shape of a small kobold was in front of him, looking down at her defeated foe. In his hands was a strange object. "No!" shouted the lich "You can't know how to use it!" "It'th very eathy," answered the kobold. "It lookth at you. It changeth you." Lord Arcabus felt the stare of the Lifechanger Eye traversing him, examining his soul. He was defeated, and he was falling in the same trap his enemies had. He was, for the very first time in centuries, scared. When he confronted the stare of the orb his heart skipped a beat. And then it beat again. For the first time in centuries. He started to change. So many days passed that they organized themselves into weeks, and even months. Lady Thantiak entered the tavern, the first as befitting the leader of the mighty Company of Companions. It was a strange view for the people in front of their meads, but not an impossible one. Kobolds don't usually use taverns or move among humans, but by now everyone knew about her. The kobold moved unlike a creature such as she was. She walked slowly, almost regal, showing her shiny but more tactical armour, more usually seen in high level assassins, but still elegant. She stared at the customers and they directed their eyes to their respective jars. The kobold was barely three feet all told, but she was able to look down at everyone in the building. A free table magically appeared in front of her and without hesitation she jumped on the bench. It took her several tries to sit comfortably with her dragon like tail getting in the middle. Those were the hardest things, the little ones. She may have managed to maintain her status, her riches and even her title, but sitting down on a bench was a literal pain in the ass. And that was just at a table, sitting at the toilet reminded her of the other differences, and she shouted for a drink before sinking too deep into her musings. After the noble kobold, two more shapes entered the tavern. Bilonch the Dancer and Vanzak the Beast. The bard's skin, showing under her delicate clothes, turned several heads in her direction, but the rage fueled eyes of the giant orc holding her hand turned them back so fast it produced whiplash in half a dozen customers. The two women had passed through a very similar process of adaptation. Bilonch, the former giant, was now a beautiful little woman, and Vanzak suffered a parallel fate but in reverse. It was easy for them to fall into each other hands. Not only did Vanzak help the bard channel and speak with her former goddess, the dancer showed the new orc that the missing Blonk wasn't a brute, and behind each one of his crazy attacks hid a very well studied mix of anger and intimidation. And crushed bones. Vanzak now channeled that rage and persuasion to keep the stares from her gorgeous companion, who felt too comfortable in her new voluptuous body. She didn't have any reason to worry, though, as the little dancer was in love with the huge woman that reminded her of an epic past. After the happy and strange couple a dwarfette shouted with a voice that announced that she entered the tavern with some of the work already done. Of the whole Company of Companions, Leeav Loudeath was the most changed. Lady Thantiak kept her status, Vanzak may take care of her image too much for an orc and the tiny dancer started using a rapier, the only sword that she could carry. But Leeav didn't bring with her any reminder of her past life. She was a dwarf, she drank like a dwarf and shouted like one. She was even the first to take a sip of the other side of the bed, and that too was done like a dwarf. She even started to hate elves. With a loud cheer she managed to make half of the tavern raise their mugs, and the bartender prepared her favorite drink: Five drinks. Finally, taking use of the scandalous distraction the dwarfette made, the two last members of the Company of Companions crossed the threshold. Meeg had also embraced the change. The young catling had won a second chance in life that Meego's magic couldn't give him. Maybe she was unable to study a single spell and her fiery heart made it impossible for her to read, much less study, a grimoire. But her flexible brain was still capable of growth, at least in other ways. Instead of words and incantations she was quickly learning moves and ways to control her nimble and capable body. Her new monk robes covered her fur and despite the fact that she kept rediscovering the adventures of youth, she was focused on the new achievements her new life allowed her. One or two of the customers looked at her, but kept their distance. She was prone to enjoy her young body, but in her own way and pace, and anyone trying to accelerate things had already found what a chi charged claw can do to a human face. Only one kept looking at her robes, trying to guess one of the bumps under the cloth. Meeg noticed the stare but took no offense. The bump moved from its position and finally emerged from her collar. "Arki! Stop hiding under my clothes! It tickles!" The black squirrel stopped clambering over the catling and heeded, moving towards her shoulder where she rested. Meeg smiled at her pet, she had found a way to her heart in the last few weeks and she forgot who the cute rodent used to be as easily as she forgot about her own past life. The two little furry creatures were now inseparable, and despite the squirrel being a bit mischievous, nothing of their past animosity existed. Meeg sat at the bench with her companions and started to drink the mug of milk someone had already ordered for her. Arki jumped from her position to the table and started to munch some nuts Leeav had dropped for her. "Well, leth thtart. Has anyone of you heard anything?" asked Lady Thantiak with her lisping but still serious tone. "There's been trouble in the north, a giant is attacking the village of Barelysummer," pointed out Bilonch. "Vanzak would like to try to smash some giant," smiled the orc patting her ornate but still menacing club. "I mean newth about the orb," the kobold asked pointedly. There was a silence at the table. "I've asked a former friend of Meego, he tried to explain what could have happened, but I didn't understand half of it," answered the catling shyly. "What he told ya?" asked Leeav after gulping down her second mug. "The Orb wasn't magic, it was like... the universe itself, like a diamond of existence, concentrated in one point, warping the fabric of reality and grabbing other realities and bringing them to ours. He told me it may even be sentient." "That doesn't tell us where it is now, where it went after disappearing in front of us." "Yeah... he told me..." The catling hesitated, it was just a theory, but it also meant bad news. "He told me it may have gone to another reality." The news fell onto the table so hard that even Arki stopped munching nuts for a second. She was a squirrel, but sometimes she seemed to understand what the others were talking about. "That would make it very hard to find..." Lady Thantiak said. There was a grumble of confirmation. A few seconds of silence passed and Arki resumed attacking her prey. The kobold finally kept talking. "Tho... A giant in the north, you've thaid. Who wanna thlay him?"