The group continued down the hallway in the flickering light of their torches. Eventually, the corridor split into a T-intersection.
"Okay, now which way do we go?" said Zoe, her borrowed robes dragging awkwardly on the floor.
"Hmm," said Stan, "I don't see any difference between the two. Why don't we go to the right?"
The group turned to the right. After some time, they saw another corridor branching off to the right again. Just as they were getting close, an enormous, ugly woman dragging a huge club came around the corner towards them. She must have been nearly ten feet tall, if she had been standing up straight. Her body was covered in rolls of fat, and her massive breasts were barely contained in a dress made out of some kind of animal furs. Her long, greasy hair was tied up above her head with what looked like a human femur, and she smelled like she hadn't had a bath in... well, ever. She wore a crude parody of eyeshadow and lipstick on her face, but it wasn't nearly enough to hide the warts and scars that covered her face and body.
"Ogre!" shouted Brent, and Jon scrambled for his bow. He was acutely aware that he was now the only member of the group armed with anything more threatening than a kitchen knife. Luckily, the ogress seemed as startled to see them as they were to see her, and she was fumbling with her club. Stan seemed to be the most prepared of anyone, as he flipped open his spellbook and started chanting strange words.
Jon drew back his bowstring as the ogress lifted her club and charged towards them. He was about to shoot when Stan finished chanting and shouted "Don't shoot!"
The ogress stumbled in the middle of her charge, then caught herself against the corridor wall. She shook her head once, twice, three times, then looked up at the group. A huge smile broke out across her face when she saw Stan, revealing her rotten brown teeth.
"Mogru! Bom-kippa bom bom!" she shouted, dropping her club and walking towards Stan with open arms.
"Um, I'm sorry, I don't speak Ogre..." Stan said quickly. The ogress stopped, cocked her head to the side, and looked at him.
"You talk hoo-man?" she said, in her booming voice.
"Yes, I do!" said Stan.
"Me name Wim-la. Me loves you!" she said, and she picked Stan up in her massive hands and kissed him on the lips. Rather, she kissed him on his entire face.
Stan gagged at the foul stench of the ogress' breath, and managed to gasp out "Please put me down!"
Wim-la dropped Stan to the floor, and looked at him with a lustful grin. "You want mate with Wim-la now?" she asked.
"Dear God, no!" Stan said, then noticed the anger starting to creep in on Wim-la's face. "I mean, not RIGHT now," he corrected himself quickly.
"How Wim-la help you then, lover-boy?" the ogress asked.
"Um, that was my last spell, so maybe we need to rest somewhere," Stan said, as much to himself as anyone else. "Wim-la, is there a safe place we can rest for a while?" he asked.
Wim-la nodded furiously. "Wim-la den close by. You come, rest, then we mate!" she burbled cheerfully.
Stan's face went pale at the thought, but he and his companions were worried that the goblins they met earlier, or some other strange monsters, might catch up to them, and they were totally unprepared for a fight. "Okay," he said, hoping that he would be able to sneak away before she tried to mate with him.
Wim-la led them down a series of turns and corridors, past several closed doors, until they came to an especially large stone door. She pulled the door open, and they found themselves in a torch-lit chamber decorated with animal skins. There was a pile of shattered bones in one corner, some of which looked disturbingly human. There was also a pile of steel weapons in another corner.
"Wim-la, may we have some of your weapons?" Stan asked.
Wim-la waved a hand dismissively at the pile of weapons. "You take all if you want, lover-boy" she said, smiling her horrible smile at him.
Stan shuddered, but the others went and started digging through the gear. Athena managed to find a sturdy spear, and Zoe found a vicious-looking war-hammer. Brent managed to stash several daggers away, and also found a short, well-made sword with a scabbard.
The group decided to take turns keeping an eye on Wim-la, who was now happily cooking a foul-smelling stew over a small fireplace, while the rest of them tried to rest and recover. Jon agreed to take the first turn watching, and while the others slept he found himself drifting into a strange trance-like state. He was aware of what was going on around him, but everything felt strangely dream-like.
Jon snapped to awareness when he noticed Wim-la sneaking up towards Stan, licking her gruesome lips. Jon said "Hey!", and the ogress shot him a dirty look but backed away from Stan. Jon looked around at the rest of the group and gasped. Brent and Athena had changed!
Brent had shrunk dramatically. He looked like he was barely three feet tall, but his face and body had taken on a certain round stoutness that gave him a different build than a small child. His feet looked disproportionately large on him, and the tops of his feet and toes were covered in thick, curly hair. His stomach was very round and poked out of his shirt somewhat.
Athena had also shrunk. She had rolled onto her side in her sleep, knocking the cloak aside and revealing most of her naked body. She was also much shorter than she had been before, but her body and limbs were much thicker. Heavy, knotted muscles corded her arms, legs, and back. Her torso looked almost as long as it had been before, but her muscular arms and legs were much shorter than they had been. They looked even shorter than they actually were, because they were so densely packed with muscle. Jon slowly stood and walked around so he could see her from in front. Her breasts looked even larger than they had before, and were topped with small, dark areolae and large, prominent nipples. They looked very firm and perky, but her cleavage was covered up by a long, black, silky beard and moustache that drooped from her chin.
Zoe woke up and saw Jon. "Oh my God!" she said, pointing at him. "Jon, is that you?"
Jon looked at her, puzzled. "What?" he asked.
"Your ears! Your hair!" said Zoe.
Jon reached up and felt the sides of his head. Huge, smooth, pointed ears stretched back from the sides of his head. They felt huge, and stuck out beyond the crown of his skull. He also felt long, flowing hair dangling down his back. "What the fuck?" he said.
The others woke up soon after. Brent and Athena were both very upset with their transformations, but before they could lament too long they were interrupted by a cry from Stan. The group looked over and saw Wim-la holding Stan up in the air with one hand, and easily tearing his loincloth from his crotch with the other, leaving him naked in the air.
"Wim-la mate NOW, lover-boy!" she shouted.
