Story: Breaking Rolls

Premise: Toni is a new player to D&D hoping to gain a fun experience with the help of her best friends. Fortunately, Sorsha is more than happy to help with a pair of freshly carved dice.

Contains: Extreme muscles, hyper breasts, lactation, planet-sized macros, and a frustrated dungeon master

Commission for Shukko

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It seemed like a strange direction for the mall's long-standing curios shop to start selling tabletop board games and dice. Apparently unusual, and reportedly magical, objects of dazzling wondrous design didn’t make enough bank to pay the rising rental fees for the space. More likely the shop owner got bored with the usual routines and wanted to attract a fresh generation of naive twenty-somethings. Nothing does that better than D&D miniatures and custom glowing dice.

Even then it took four hands to drag Toni across the entrance threshold. For being a tiny lightweight the black-haired lynx was a heavy anchor to drag around when social anxieties took hold. It was like crossing a portal into another world for her. The peaceful mall with its classical music turned into a cave roaring with the rapid chatter of gamers. She did find it relaxing to see such hobbies brought together everyone from late teens to early retirement ages.

Dawn and Gene, her tabby cat friends, were equally thankfully for a breather from all the coaxing to get Toni into their weekly D&D session.

“Well, if it isn’t some of my favorite kittens.” It didn’t take long before the trio's arrival was noticed by the store's owner. Another cat padded between tables towards them, putting an emphasis on her hip sway for the tabletop players staring after her. Having snow white and hot pink fur patterns made her easy to spot in a crowd without the extra effort, especially in a hot pants bikini combo. “I take it this is the new player you mentioned bringing in?”

“You know it,” Gene replied, placing a hand on the lynx’s back to halt an instinctive retreat. “Toni, this is Sorsha. She’s a bit of a nutter, but knows how to run a party.”

“Damn straight! It’s the sane people that makes this world boring.” Sorsha removed her purple witch hat revealing a bush of unkempt green hair and reached out her other hand for a shake. “Welcome to the magical realm of antiques and dragon slaying.”

A soft cough from Dawn prompted Toni to shake the offered pink ‘gloved’ paw. “Why are you wearing a bikini in the middle of winter?”

Not what she wanted to say for a good first impression. Toni was just glad it got a laugh out of the cats surrounding her.

“We’re pretty sure Sorsha is a nudist at heart,” Dawn explained with a noticeable blush on her snout. “She’d be prancing around in just the pointy hat if it didn’t mean getting kicked out of the mall.”

“How many times do I have to explain that clothes interfere with the flow of natural energy?” Sorsha rolled her eyes, smiling in spite of trying to sound grumpy. “You can’t draw on the powers of mother earth through fabric that easily.”

“I was starting to wonder about your lack of shoes.” Toni said meekly looking down. Sorsha’s bare pink toes wiggled back in hello before the lynx resumed quivering eye contact. “Although I think it's cool how dedicated you are to the larping aspect of tabletop gaming. No wonder everyone likes coming here.”

“Yes… larping…” A dark shadow crossed over Sorsha’s innocent smile, inciting feelings of dread to those gazing upon her. It passed just as quickly, leaving only the bubbly candy-colored cat girl smiling warmly at Toni once more. “Well, you’re not the first to assume such incorrect things. You’d think I’d have expected it with this remodel, but what can you do? We’re here to live out fun fantasies and adventures.”

“Ugh. Gah. Buh?” In just those ten seconds Toni had formed a million questions and the worry she’d pee herself in fright for reasons she couldn’t fathom. Some small part of her mind thought it best to not pursue this curiosity and wisely agreed with it.

“Speaking of which,” Sorsha continued with a turn to Gene. She reached into her hat and handed off a small bag into the male tabby’s hands, a soft clicking of objects came from within. After which Sorsha returned the hat onto her head in a flourishing spin. “There’s the custom dice you ordered. They’ll do exactly what you asked, so take care how often you roll them.”

“Tell that to Toni, since I got them for her.”

“What?” Toni was still trying to process the unnatural aura Sorsha projected that she barely noticed her friend turning to present the velvet bag as a gift.

“We all know you don’t have a set of dice yet, newbie,” Dawn chimed in. Toni glanced to the female tabby, only getting a cherry tail wag back. They were sporting that kind of grin that made the lynx feel left out of a joke.

“I’m not a newbie, you guys. Sheesh!” Toni snatched the gift bag with a pout. “I’ve read all the rule books and even made my own character for this. I’ve just… never played a live game yet.”

“So, total newbie,” Gene affirmed with a nod.

“Hey!”

“So, what are you playing?” Sorsha asked. Her own fluffy tail was twitching in peeked interest.

“A barbarian going barehanded hulk style. I was going to try fighter, but I feel the rage mechanics make more sense for Misha.”

Sorsha slowly blinked. “You mean that eldritch horror cat from Canada.”

“Should have known you’d base a character after a fellow lynx,” Dawn said, elbowing her friend.

Toni yipped back, rubbing the area of her ribs that got hit. “I’ll have you know she’s a national heroine. Don’t think I didn’t notice her merchandise over there.”

Everyone turned their attention to the store section Sorsha set up for shirts, hats, and Funko pop displays. The witchy feline turned back to Toni with a dismissive shrug. “Hero merch sells, and villains. Shame getting licensing rights from them is a bitch. I got some more… on-model Misha’s in the case if you’re interested. You know with the hulking muscles and enormous...”

“I think we’re digressing here,” Gene said reluctantly. Everyone could catch Sorsha’s meaning from the way she held her arms in front of her chest as if holding a heavy load. “We should probably get to our room before Toni loses any chance for a decent session.”

“A good point.” Sorsha dropped her arms somewhat disappointed. “Your DM is already in room two, so I’m going to start the charge timer. I’m sure you buncha chaotic neutrals got loads of fun planned for her. Enjoy the dice dear.”

“Um, thanks?” Toni stood dumbstruck as Sorsha left towards a pair of dogs browsing the Magic card cases. Obviously getting nothing further from the weird snowball cat, she directed a question gaze at Dawn. “The heck does she mean any of that?”

“Oh, she rents private rooms by the hour. It’s worth it so we don’t have to spend time bumping elbows and shouting over other groups.”

“No. I mean the other things she-ack!”

“We told you she’s a weirdo,” Gene explained after grabbing Toni’s hand for another partial dragging session. He guided the trio through the playing area into a side hallway partially hidden by an extended way. “She also said the timer is starting so we should focus on making the time count.”

“I… I guess?” At this point Toni couldn’t argue further. Getting to play away from the crowds was a world of relief, as she wasn’t about to try roleplaying a fantasy warrior to an audience. It still didn’t help shake off the notion everyone was keeping a secret.

There were five doors in the hallway behind the shop. Three with crayon written signs identifying them as game rooms, one with a heavily doodled sign misspelling ‘manager’ and an obvious exit. Only the second of the game doors was open, which is where Gene guided her in.

“Sorry, we had a hold up with Sorsha out front,” Gene explained to what Toni saw was a red-haired skunk man behind a dungeon master shield.

“Also, a bit of a drag getting Toni past the big crowds, you know,” Dawn added.

Toni shot them both annoyed glares before walking around the small round table to the skunk. Up close she could see he was a bit further in years than this group of cats, but still carried an energetic smile. “Hi. I’m… I’m Toni.”

“Call me god,” he said upon exchanging handshakes with her. Seeing the lynx’s eyes widen in confusion he quickly added, “Or Paxton! Pax if you really feel like it.”

“N-nice to meet you Paxton.” Toni took a deep breath, keeping her gaze at her feet while moving to take the furthest seat opposite. So, it was just one stranger and two friends. She can still play this up like a pro, maybe.

For his part Paxton quirked an eyebrow at the new players' hasty retreat, raising Toni’s blood pressure slightly for a few seconds. Thankfully, he gave a small shrug and went back to arranging papers hidden behind his game shield.

“Did you pick up any dice?” he asked between examining two papers.

“Oh, yeah… Gene got me a custom set.” Toni’s tail wagged, giving her friend an appreciative tail flick. She then became too busy fumbling with the bag’s tie to notice the concerned look Paxton shot Gene.

“Just trying to make her feel welcomed,” the male tabby offered as he closed the door for a bit of privacy. “Plus, I know you don’t like wasting game time on prep stuff.”

“They warned me about that too,” Toni grunted, resisting the urge to tear at the bag with her teeth. After a bit more fumbling, she managed to wiggle the tie enough for a decent opening. “That Sorsha really likes hard knots too. I hope this set didn’t cost you too...whoa!”

Clearly some extra effort had been spent on a simple dice set. When Toni tipped over the bag, she didn’t expect actual crystals to come tumbling out. The clattering they made across the table held a lighter ring compared to hard plastic rocks. What really got her jaw dropping was the different colored cores reflecting off lights in bright flashes when they rolled.

“Holy shit Gene!” Toni brought the twenty-sided die within millimeters of her muzzles twitching nose, awe struck by its glittering beauty. “These feel like real gems. They must have cost a pretty penny.”

“It’s going to be totally worth it, don’t worry.” Gene exchanged a grin with Dawn. “As long as we all have fun, we don’t mind splurging for a friend.”

“Wait, Sorsha made those?” Paxton asked with growing concern. Naturally it went ignored as the other players took their seats.

“So, what’s the adventure today, Pax?” Dawn asked instead.

The skunk’s tail flicked slightly, presenting its white stripes almost like a threat. His neutral stare with Dawn lingered for a few silent seconds before reluctantly drifting his attention down at the stacks of paper and figurines behind the DM shield. “It’s a good thing Toni decided to be a bruiser because as the lord explains his current plight with border disputes, a lack of muscle weighs heavily on your duo. Before setting out to investigate you put in with the adventuring guild and they point you to a very tall lynx woman…”

Despite its rocky start, the game slowly built momentum with Paxton taking on a flare to storytelling Toni admittedly didn’t expect. She never roleplayed with anyone before and needed a little prompting to pick up on everyone's ques for her participation. That part Gene and Dawn were able to make easy for her to follow along. Within thirty minutes of starting Toni became lost in her own buff barbarian creation. Like most newbies she tried to model a fantasy lynx after herself, just more confident and direct since she had the muscles and curves to back it up.

“Looks like some of the bandits managed to get away, but that ends combat.” Paxton rolled a few dice, listing off loot as his group's reward for a tough fight. “They do have a chest of higher quality than other containers. It’s got a reinforced steel lining and dial padlock on it. Dawn, are you going to try some picking rolls?”

“Actually, that’s going to take a lot of time and we’re in a hurry to get to the duke with the peace proposals.” Dawn ignored the raised eyebrows Paxton was shooting her, looking to Toni with a grin. “How about you try breaking it open, Misha?”

“M-me!?” Toni glanced up from her character sheet with a yelp. She was too busy trying to decide what weapons from the captured bandits might help her bashing power.

“That’s a great idea,” Gene agreed. “You’ve been bragging since we left the guild how strong your cat muscles are. This is an easy chance to show off.”

“I... but…” Toni glanced between her two tabby friends, suddenly regretting her acting skills. Her character version of Misha was supposed to be boastful but this was a sudden case of foot in her mouth. “O-okay, I guess I can give it a try. What do I need to roll for that?”

“Huh?” Now it was Paxton’s turn to get broken out of his distant thoughts. There was no mistake the tabbies were up to something. Never in years of campaigns did Dawn play a thief and not try stealing everything in sight. She was the kind of player where picking locks was some kind of fetish. Unfortunately, with no way to discern what their end game with Toni might be, he couldn’t exactly stop it yet. “That’s a strength check. So, roll and D-twenty plus the strength mod.”

“Cool! That’s a big old six then!” Toni giggled, rolling the largest of her crystal dice in a sea of refracted sparkles. “Eek! A twenty!”

“Nice one!” cheered Dawn.

“Yeah, that’s some display of kitty hulk.” Paxton cross checked the results on his shield charts before looking back to Toni. “So, you...uh...you umm…”

“What’s wrong?” Toni tilted her head in a confusing yet adorable stare. Somehow it never registered to her that the skunk and table as a whole were sinking out of her field of vision.

Gene and Dawn said nothing while they gleefully watched their friend grow in size. The once five-foot nothing lynx quickly became a towering seven-foot woman, easily taller than everyone at the table while sitting down. The hem of her shirt rose with her, unveiling a slim furry midriff with an inward curve Toni definitely didn’t have when entering the store.

Those weren’t the curves distracting Paxton. He felt like he was watching Toni get squeezed like a tube of toothpaste. Her hips spread in a gush of growing bones and piling fat making her jeans audibly creak. The waistband dipped even lower with a bloating in her rear, causing a slight crack to push out under her stubby tail. Whatever mass remained shot up into her chest, causing the shirt covering it to flutter and puff into a shelf several times larger than Dawn’s pleasant C-cups.

One look at either of the tabby cats told Paxton this was the endgame. Both were stuck ogling over Toni’s spontaneous growth spurt yet trying not to openly gush. He could only surmise that was because Toni continued to stare back at the skunk apparently unaware of any dramatic changes happening to her. Dawn was even trying to take cell phone pictures under her character sheets.

“Y-yeah, it definitely works,” Paxton found his inner DM in a sane enough state to continue. Gene shot him an appreciative smile, but he just hoped there wouldn’t be a fallout when Toni realized how thorough her character larping had become. “You take that chest in both hands and rend the top off in a cracking of wood and metal. In fact, you apply too much force and send hundreds of glinting metal discs raining over the area. You can all recognize the familiar regal insignias on the copper and silver currency.”

“Oops…” Toni groaned. She meekly crossed her arms unintentionally squishing her hefty bosom. “I’m still learning the proper applications of force.”

“It’s fine,” Dawn said, even though she’d usually be irate about mishandling cash. “But we’ll have to spend a long time gathering this stuff.”

“Whatever,” Gene grunted, failing to look annoyed with his eyes glued to the much bigger lynx. “Let’s hurry before we burn more daylight.”

Every instinct Paxton had was telling him to end the game now. This wouldn’t be the first time Sorsha’s magic was used to ‘improve’ a campaign and he hated when no one let him in on the joke. About the only thing stopping him, aside from Toni’s super model curves, was how happy she looked when playing out true to Misha’s character. At least the magical nonsense was over and it certainly got everyone in a good mood. They could do with another two hours for a proper first session. Lucky for the lynx there was a clothing outlet three stores down when this was done.

“So, you’ve all stopped at the town inn tonight. They seem to have a real delicious special on milk ale and lamb shanks.”

“That’s great,” Gene said triumphantly. There was that odd feeling of suspicion again when he turned to address Toni. “I bet I can drink Misha under the table.”

Toni blushed and still hunched down to meet his challenging gaze. “Jokes on you. Milk is Misha’s favorite.”

It felt like declaring the end of the world when Paxton reluctantly stated, “All right then, roll your fortitude saves.”

The clattering of dice soon proved the weary skunk correct in his assumptions. As he watched Toni pick up her twenty-sided crystal for a roll, Paxton realized the glittering it caused was not from the lights over their heads. These flashes were coming from the tumbling rock itself, washing Toni’s tall body in magical energy. Within seconds of the roll ending her shirt shifted again, smoothing out most of its creases under the mounting pressure of swelling breasts.

“Sorry, I win!” Gene declared, practically drooling as Toni’s inflating melons became almost perfectly defined spheres under the fabric. “Care for another round?”

“Damn straight I do!” Toni was already rolling the dice again before Gene could collect his. Once more her breasts jiggled and resumed bloating with ungodly amounts of fat and milk. So much so the other three friends could see damp spots forming around the peeks of her mounds.

“Oof! That was a weak one on me.” Gene laughed at his pathetic low roll. “Come on, I’m far from done yet.”

“You’re nuts if you think a barbarian can be out drunk.”

Paxton and Dawn were all but forgotten as dice were rolled again and again. Toni’s tits grew in such fast and hard spurts that they could practically hear the sloshing from across the table. The lynx’s poor shirt soon lost the battle for containment, its hem squeezing at the soft furry skin as it gradually sunk its way out. Almost its entire front became wet with excess leaking from her puffing nipples, making them partially visible.

“Ack!” Toni jerked forward when her massive breasts slipped out in full, smacking the table with their weighty hang and a spurt of milk. Absolutely none of this phased the lynx. Her face turned red as she leaned back and pulled the mammaries into her lap, trying to wipe the stray milk before it warped her papers. “E-excuse me, I don’t even know how everything got so wet.”

“Seriously?” Paxton muttered under his breath, earning an evil smirk from Dawn.

“Okay, where were we?” Toni asked Gene, dice already set for another roll. “I still got way more constitution than you, light weight.”

“Bring it, meathead!” countered Gene.

The white and grey furry mounds were like bean bags hanging off the lynx’s chest. Their girth expanded to the point they aproned over her torso and only continued to spill across her muscular thighs with another dice roll. Milk was oozing out of both their stretched nipples in a seemingly endless trickle, making Paxton briefly wonder if Sorsha would care about the carpet stains.

For having just doubled in size it looked like Toni’s breasts would somehow end up the biggest part of her, but then another kind of groaning noise filled the playroom. With the next dice roll Toni’s whole body pulsed and began stretching further towards the ceiling. She absently massaged her swelling teats while the arms themselves rippled and bulged in rising strength. Hips expanded against the arm rests, forcing them to bend outward while her butt snapped off the backrest with its bubbling girth.

“W-what are you guys doing to this girl?” Paxton gawked at the newly reached eleven-foot lynx.

The size increase was at least enough to get the boulders for breasts off Toni’s lap, but they still continued to drizzle warm lactose over her thighs and shredded pants. In fact, there was plenty more lynx to go around in general. Toni’s shoulders were hefting up in multiple ridges while her back had visibly risen to press up against her neck. Each bicep showed off nearly a dozen muscle ridges that swelled and contracted with so much as a simple dice rolling gesture. Hulk was a term that didn’t do this young woman justice anymore. Not with her ass devouring the chair it was on. Sorsha must have magically enhanced the legs for exactly this kind of mischief.

“Darn, looks like you beat me,” Gene declared, despite bearing the expression of a winner.

“Told you I was tough!” Misha giggled. She struck a flexing pose unaware of how that plumped up her arms triple in size, while pectorals bounced her breasts in a spray of milk like a sprinkler.

Paxton was too shocked by the buff giantess to notice a stream hit across his muzzle. “I...a... anything else I dare ask you’d like to do.”

“I got a perfect idea!” Dawn squealed a bit higher pitched then she intended. Not that she elaborated to the curious onlookers while scribbling something on a note. It was slide over for Toni to pick up between two pinched fingers. Even her hands were getting too big for using tools, yet she never commented on this.

“Oh. Oh gosh!” Toni put the note down using her other hand to stifle giggles. “Are we allowed to do that?”

“You never know until you try?” Dawn answered way too cryptic for Paxton’s liking.

Before he could even start to ask Toni gave another flex focusing on her chest. The twin jets that came out her bloated tits was definitely a sight as it drenched the walls. Amazing how that was her just trying to get kinks out of her now limitlessly defined muscles.

“Okay, um, Pax?” Toni fidgeted in her seat looking a bit unsure about her next words. Ironic she’d be the one looking scared of a skunk literally so far beneath her. “Can...is it possible to visit the church of the athlete god this time of night?”

Paxton took a deep breath before checking his notes. “They are still open, yes.”

“C-cool! I mean, okay. Misha will go in and eat one of their blessing stones.”

“...she what?”

“Can she...well, eat the blessing stone? You said before it’s like the size of an egg.”

“I. Gah. Wha? How? Mah! I... y-you could eat it, sure, but that sounds like one of the most insane things anyone has ever…”

“Gulp!”

Paxton’s head whipped from his notes up at Toni so fast it gave him whiplash. The rigid mountain of lynx had a silly look back after roleplaying swallowing noises at him.

“I, uh, okay! Roll a constitution save?” The skunk gulped, dreading all his life choices at this point watching Toni roll a dice that looked like a glowing speck in her hand. His friends were no help, they were smiling so wide all their fangs were bared. Their tails stood almost straight up in anticipation. “You withstand the initial rush of the gods divine magic and begin feeling the stone continuously bless you. With it in constant contact with your flesh that means a perpetual strength boosting...OH DEAR GOD! NO!”

“Oh, fuck yeah!” Gene mewed watching Toni’s body rippled and then resume expanding in all three dimensions.

“Ooooo! This blessing feels great.” Toni’s tail flicked rapidly, looking increasingly miniscule atop her broadening ass.

Unfortunately, a chair can only support so much jiggling badonk. After barely a foot into her final growth spurt all four legs snapped under her combined bulk. Not that she had far to fall at such a rapidly filling rate. Her rear hit the floor hard enough that players in the store felt the tremors and then continued spilling out behind her until both cheeks firmly squashed against the doorway.

“This is totally awesome!” Dawn cheered. Both her and Gene had to scramble out of their chairs to make way for Toni’s meaty legs overturning the table. They were like thickening tree logs almost obscuring their view of each other. “How big is she going to get?”

“YEEP!” Paxton cringed narrowly missing when Toni’s paw feet slammed into the far wall on either side of him. A gap of safety he didn’t like seeing fill up with ever expanding shin muscles. “What part of ‘infinite’ strength do you morons not understand?”

Both tabbies exchanged a worried look. As if to help illustrate the point large lynx boobs rolled across the legs to smoosh against their faces. Toni was filling up the room fast, pinning her friends unintentionally to the remaining walls amidst milky wet fur and soft flesh. The lynx didn’t even notice when her head smashed through the ceiling, her shoulders spanning out to catch light fixtures and push away metal struts.

“Bow before the mighty Misha!” she yowled in a drunken daze.

That was about the last coherent thing Sorsha heard before the back wall of her shop exploded. The spotty grey bum that sloshed into the room through it shocked most gamers into a dazed sort of arousal. Of course, when it continued to race towards them tearing out plaster and toppling display stands sparked everyone's flight instincts. The rest of Toni’s hard chiseled back tearing away the mall roof also encouraged gaining some distance.

“Wow. I didn’t know those dorks would go this far.” Sorsha was about the only one not fleeing the scene. Getting a great view of a house sized behind was rather enjoyable for her while debris slid off her magic shield into a surrounding pile. It was a shame that Toni’s growth didn’t seem intent on stopping past her shop, forcing the cat witch to sigh. “Guess we better take this where you won’t kill anyone.”

With a wave and a flash, Gene, Dawn, and Paxton were relieved to find they could breathe again. Being a pile of furs struggling amidst a collapsed section of the mall on the other hand was a bit concerning.

“Where’s Toni?” Gene gulped.

It was Dawn that got to her shaking feet first. With a clear view of the outside parking lot and beyond she didn’t have to try hard to answer that question. “Pretty sure those are her tits. That or volcanos can now spew white lava.”

The guys blinked before pushing upright to follow her pointing finger. Off on the horizon towered two round globes of white flesh with puffing pink caps, the latter of which had geysers of milk erupting in spurts to race down the furry slopes. Behind them to a slightly lesser extent was Toni herself.

She was getting to the point even as a little mountain giant her friends could barely discern her anatomy. Muscles piled upon muscle making for dozens of jutting buff ridges across her body. Biceps shoved into tense forearms, making it a miracle they could still flex at the elbow. Rising back and shoulders peaked around her tiny head until it was almost lost among the tight spotted fur. Her knees almost looked like they were sinking with thigh and shins continuing to puff up around them. Somehow it seemed doubtful she could walk even if they still bent. Not with those hulkish hips creating a third mountain of ass to go with her much bigger tits.

In fact, they realized despite everything Toni’s breasts were easily twice the size of her already giant body and seemed intent on remaining so. No matter how big the lynx got, her mammaries continued rolling across the earth's surface, toppling trees and filling lakes with its mushy tender mass.

It wasn’t just her friends watching this distant spectacle by a long shot. Toni shot up mile after mile, her billowing cheers of being the best warrior bringing to attention the whole county, and then the state, and then probably the entire nation. News stations were getting remote camera shots minutes before they were crushed under her mass. Farmlands began reporting their wells pumping out the most delicious milk ever witnessed.

Sorsha was just happy sitting somewhere between the lynx’s ears munching on popcorn. She totally wanted to tap that rock hard ass, but wasn’t sure if a giga-Toni would be into that. Still, those nerds knew how to put on a hell of a show. It made her proud to supply such magic trinkets.

Soon it was getting to the point where shadows of Toni’s body were cast ominously over states. While one coast was getting a new view of her foot beans, the others were contemplating the white rain from looming teats. Good thing Sorsha knew a few things about timing. Right before the growing sexy lynx could become a serious problem, she reached the exact size where the planet's very gravity lost its hold on her.

Toni could only giggle as she felt the ground slip away from her very expansive and beefy body. Her body rocked backwards, showing off her boobs underside while the milk floated about weightless in the stratosphere. It was like watching a second moon break away, filling up the sky for everyone to enjoy.

“She’s not coming back, is she?” Gene asked with a pang of guilt. At first, he thought her growth had finally stopped as a planet sized muscle and mammary mass, but then realized that was only relative to how she was floating away into space.

“Infinite strength!” Paxton nearly screamed with his tail frazzled. “Why don’t you google it and ask me that again?”

Dawn gave an agreeing nod. “Yeah. We really should have thought that through before making our friend her own galaxy.”

“Don’t worry guys. I’m still here!”

The trio turned and cried out in a unified shock that almost looked practiced. Standing across the ruined shop was Sorsha once more. Her hand rested on the shoulder of a very normal and dressed five-foot Toni.

“What!?”

“How!?”

“Did you just...break infinity?”

Sorsha mewed with laughter. “No. I’m not THAT good. Poor Toni’s just going to keep growing and milking all over planets though, so I made her an avatar to still live out some life with us mere mortals.”

Paxton slowly blinked, running a hand over his forehead. “That makes even less sense!!”

Toni ignored his declarations practically bouncing in her newly restored shoes. “So, we're playing again next week? I can’t wait to see what happens when Misha rages.”

The tabby cats began to laugh, running over to give their friend a big hug. Sorsha was probably the only one watching as Paxton tried to collect what tabletop accessories he had left.

“I’m never going to run a normal campaign in this damn shop,” he mumbled while fussing with his torn DM shield.