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Where monsters rampage, she’s there to take them down!
Where treasure glitters, she’s there to claim it!
Where an enemy rises to face her, victory will be hers!
“ YAHHH ” Unfortunately, such promises fell on deaf ears as the eponymous Lina Inverse tripped down a slim ravine. A couple rocks trickled down atop the diminutive sorceress’ head as her eyes adjusted to little light disappearing above. “Zel! Gourry! Amelia!” Nothing up top. “I’m trapped in a…” The little pocket of darkness around her expanded out into a full room that she happened to fall into the corner of.
Decidedly going against her better judgment for a more financially motivated one, the sorceress walked on into pitch black cloud away from the crack in the ceiling. “I’ve never heard of any dungeons around these parts…” As she traced a finger across the earthen walls, a thick layer of dust collected on her hand much to her annoyance, “ Eugh This place really must be completely forgotten. I wonder if-”
“Wonder what? That you could simply go on and pilfer what is not rightfully hers?” that haughty voice, “Oh Lina, I never thought you’d stoop so low as burglary,” that consistent derision, “or is blowing up every town across the continent just an investment in infrastructure? OHOHOHO ” and that laugh…
“Naga? What’re you doing down here!?”
The opposing woman brought her hand down from below her mouth to her hip to pose. Bathed in a dark wrap of a cape to match her mane of raven hair, Naga approached her puny rival to tower over the poor girl in more ways than one. “Well it seems we’ve been doomed to meet once again, Lina Inverse. I’ve kept myself just as beautiful since our last little adven ~ ture , but I can see you’ve changed a bit~” Poking a gloved finger into Lina’s stomach, her hints of a softening middle sprung around the tip before Lina smacked it away.
“W-Why are you even here? Don’t tell me the ‘great’ Naga the Serpent got herself trapped down in some hole by herself looking for treasure.”
“Well I don’t see yourself to be doing much better!” The taller woman quickly darted her eyes across the notched walls for another opening, only finding the one she’d just walked into. “We seem to be trapped down here together, but that doesn’t mean I’ll drag your flat chest up with me to leave.”
“Why you…”
Just looking at the two magicians side by side, they truly were made to be against each other. Every aspect beyond maybe morality contrasted to disastrous effect. Each part of her body that Lina kept covered with a standard shirt tucked into pants was completely exposed by Naga as she strutted around wearing what was basically an out of season bikini to show off the goods—incredibles even. Yes, two fantastic titular mounds bounced free on the serpent’s chest under Lina’s very obvious jealousy. The poor girl was a foot shorter than Naga without even cracking 5’0.
“I’ll have you know that I’ve gone up a size!”
“Oh my dear Lina, reaching the second letter in the alphabet is hardly something to boast about. Maybe you’d be better suited trying to size up that behind of yours. It’s looking quite plump itself~ OHOHOHOHO ” The borderline exhibitionist bounced her chest laughing again at her rival.
Naga wasn’t wrong. The pleasant chubbiness of Lina’s rear as her metabolism finally seemed to cough out a little extra weight for once was an undeniable pressure in a pair of pants she only just sized up. “W-Well- I… Oh screw this! FIRE-”
“Oh stop, you’ll crush the both of us if you shoot off some nonsense like that.” The swirling light gathering in Lina’s hand fizzled out among cooler heads. The rocky ceiling above threatening her into silence was part cave and part man-made with obvious straight edges carved up top to form the actual room.
“You know what, fine, let’s just try to get out of here before I really try to blow you up.”
“That’ll be just perfect! I’ll lead the way with: Light Array!” Naga spouted out a luminescent orb from her hand.
“I can do that too, jerk…”
Trailing behind the towering women nonetheless, the two travelled through the winding subterranean expanse. In truth, it was nothing special to look at. With many more rooms just like the one the duo had met, each one was another disappointment. The repetition gave the impression of being a sort of crypt that went unused based on the lack of even a hint of human anything anywhere. In short, they found…
“Nothing! Unbelievable… All this elven writing surely means orichalcum has to be here somewhere, but… Lina do you- Lina? Where have you gone?”
Down the hall, Lina broke off from Naga to further search the first pocket of actual substance. A strange sort of library there was made of rotting old shelves that mostly broke into pieces among the very few books. Each one seemed completely useless themselves with each being written in a language neither woman recognized.
The foreign elven squiggles from every leather bound rubble had been scrolled across the walls seemingly as signs denoting what everything was. Fortunately, the short girl’s second look around actually bore fruit.
“Finally, something I can actually read. Let’s see… ‘ On Small to… ’ Damn, the cover’s too scuffed up to finish. Let’s take a look inside then.” Past the front cover was a table of contents too faded to read followed by the actual content. “This is a spellbook! And…” scanning the supposed effects, “Black magic at that! Oh, this is great!”
“What’s great? Finally discover a bra small enough to fit that chest of yours? OHOHO -”
“Oh shut up! It’s nothing, anyways. Just a… recipe book! Yeah, some ancient recipe book that happens to have been actually translated unlike anything else here.”
“Hungry already? Well I have to say I’m starting to get quite peckish. Let’s keep at it now before we starve I suppose.” Naga left with a quiet Lina taking the self adorned break from conversation to take a look at the spells.
The first page was a good start with spells miraculously focusing on the one part of her that needed help: her breasts. Again, as small as she was, anything was a blessing, even at the proposed cost outlined by the strange tome. “If I took… No, I couldn’t! I’d get even… But if Naga…”
“That’s it!” Just quiet enough to escape the serpent currently walking them in a circle, Lina bore witness to the empty world her resolve with her incantation, “I relinquish one from myself and two from Gracia Ul Naga Saillune for this sacrifice, and wish to see my effort awarded in kind. I know my enemy, I know my request, so hear my plea. Solemn Stack.”
“Did you just say my real full name?” Naga turned around to a sheepish Lina hiding the book.
Under the dim light in her hand, the shadows cast underbreast grew into deeper splotches of darkness. The airy feeling of their new bounce as burgeoning sweater puppies. Losing little off the top was nothing compared to the boost in the bust that Naga just seemed to look past. “No, you must be hearing things… Yeah!”
“I see. As if a simpleton like you would ever be so fortunate as to learn my true identity. Oh, what it must be like to have a mind so feeble.”
“Yeah, simple… heh heh…” Clenching her teeth in a whirlwind of mixing signals, that little sorceress held back the onslaught of combination joy and annoyance for her rival. While Naga failed to notice the difference, Lina surely felt it. The euphoria of feeling her tiny tits blossom into nice handfuls of mammarial meat doubled with the less than obvious shrinking of Naga’s body to compensate. Her cape was just barely starting to drag across the uneven floor, so there was still some wiggle room.
It was a small amount, barely noticeable to even the beholder, yet did so much for the taker. Bobbing along with the beauty ahead, the thick pressure of her bra now overflowing with titflesh almost made her want to keep the thing on as a reminder of how far she’d come. Really though, Lina unhooked the thing and stuffed it into a hole for Naga to hopefully not find.
With her goodly pair free, “Let’s take a look at some of these other spells…” The strange tome brimmed with all sorts of spells much the same reasoning as the first. A little extra here, a nice boost there, each and every aspect of the part of the body was subject to objectification for growth at a price.
The Law of Equivalent Exchange ran through the heart of alchemy as a practice—a shot at making man’s greed into being through another matter to make gold. While it failed for all that glitters, flesh and blood was always much better suited for the darker arts.
“Height… Maybe later. I can’t let her realize what this thing is before I can really start experimenting outside, but…” The mindless beauty ahead kept to herself with her illumination unknowingly guiding her and Lina ever deeper into the depths of those strange ruins. More faded pages with that strange writing remained across what then seemed to be like living areas. Even so, nothing as consequential or even of note as the book popped up no matter how much both searched.
Many pages were nigh unreadable and last dregs of their true contents weren’t always so illustrious, “Feet…
Eugh
Nose… I guess? Oh, here’s one worth something!” A page just for the hips, and by extension, the butt. Naga’s words about her own smacked around her skull long enough to get the girl to begrudgingly agree that maybe the way of the wagon was most true to herself. So why not prove Naga right for once?
“I take two from…” The chant was the same for every item with only the amounts changing between. The degree of magic she dealt with, stuff that adapted to her thoughts to give and take wherever she imagined, bewildered the genius sorceress. Such silent power was something best destroyed, but there was still time before really needing to do that.
Naga unconsciously fiddled with the upper straps of her bottoms as they fell loose with sudden slack. “I gotta get these tailored soon…” Two sets kept the thing up for the time being, but the new absence surely wasn’t a good sign for the bombshell bumbling around the near dark.
Behind her was the real show as even a small boost to her bottom was enough to make the thing audibly creak with overflowing butt blubber. A good thickening in every which way around her lower half encased the whole region even further with the red denim of her pants. A walking link of sausages was hardly suitable for further exploration, “Can we… take a break?”
With her finger still hooking a strap, “Ah, the great Bandit Killer is tired I see. Are those short little drumsticks of yours too tiny to take a nice stroll like this? Well I suppose it’s only natural that myself having such long legs is much better suited to this~”
Lina tentatively sat on a nearby rock. “Unrelated, but don’t you ever get tired of being an idiot?”
“Sometimes, but then I remember how beautiful I am and forget again.”
“Yeah, I figured.”
While Naga sort of dawdled upright in her own narcissism, a harbinger of the end flourished its skeletal hand towards the tiny sorceress. Lina bending her legs like that to sit down had been a mistake enough to burn so soon afterwards as her bottoms got even tighter around her plush rump. Her hips had flared out near double the width of her torso on top of neatly packed thighs bulging with support.
“Crap… I should’ve waited until later until going after her hips…”
Naga’s teasing senses were tingling just by looking at Lina, her eyes drifting down towards her behind pressing itself wider against the rock. “Those bottoms of yours are looking truly worse for wear. Are you positive you need not a tailoring like myself?” She flaunted the unknown loss of her hips by limply snapping the floppy upper straps of her bottoms. “As you can see, I’ve done well in losing some weight myself.”
No need to take her provocations to heart since, well, Lina was the one who actually caused that anyways, “Well good for you… I guess.”
“There’s no need to be so downtrodden my dear Lina Inverse, surely one day you’ll be able to reach a beauty as prime as mine! Perhaps you could even turn around this little bit of pudge into some more desirable curves,” the tall nuisance leaned down to pinch at a compressed cheek with as little give as one would expect. “My, you’re ready to burst right out of those things.”
“You think I didn’t notice that you friggin’ moron!?”
“Well I thought I’d just let you know. I’d hardly ever let myself get to a point like that, so how about I lend a hand to a fellow girl in need and get you on a diet?”
“ oRowl -The last thing I need right now is less food… Sometimes I wish you were as demonic as the way you acted. At least then I could hit you with a single Elmekia Lance and be done with it.”
“What? Are you really so against being beautiful like me?” A closer inspection of her tiny rival revealed an inconsequential bounce and sway to an astonishingly medium chest. Any expert on chests like Naga could tell just from glance that Lina was going without support in a profession where it mattered most. “I can see you’ve actually gained a bit more in the bust than you previously let on, but I hardly think that’s healthy. All it is losing a little wei-”
“I’m not fat you cow! As if I’d wanna listen to advice from you anyways!” A quick lull gave Lina an idea, “You know what? How about I help you lose a little weight your ~ self !”
“Whatever could you be trying to do now, Lina? I’m well within my own ability to keep it steady enough.”
“I take eight from Gracia Ul Naga Saillune for this sacrifice, and wish to see my effort awarded in kind! I know my enemy, I know my request, so hear my plea! Solemn Stack!”
“You said you didn't know my true name! Lina you- Oh my…” Naga stopped her stupid questioning for once to hook her fingers back down below, snatching up all four holding the this time. “This… What happened!?”
Without her reflexive play, her bikini-esque bottoms would’ve hit the floor in letting it all hang out. Was it bushy or bald and if anything at all, did the curtains match the drapes? One day, but not today.
As one would expect from such a near display, Naga’s hips had disappeared into a boyish narrowness lending to the absolute opposite of femininity and beauty. She herself never cared for maintaining a nice behind, but that didn’t mean she’d completely forgo the essential base of her bodily perfection. Without the lower flares, an hourglass couldn’t count a thing.
Once again the opposite to her rival, Lina’s play blew out her bottom into taking up more than the rock she sat upon could handle. Freedom of choice is what she wanted and what she got under the thumb of land of the free taking its voluminous dividends. The edge of her blossoming hips pushed eden on the air into small overhangs just barely existing among the incredible force of her pants holding her body back for just…
- shRIIIPPpp -
…a moment no longer.
“Well, I should’ve expected that…” The fiery-headed sorceress stood up onto unsteady legs full of new flab. Even if to prove a point, busting a hole around back was starting to feel not worth Naga’s comparatively, for once, more covered nature. Pulling the destroyed vestment up by a belt that soon went the way of the ground, the window to her cheeks just widened more and more as the previous creaking replaced itself with more continuous tearing.
It was the biggest either had ever seen with each massive cheek visible from the front in its own way in extra slack gifted from the hole. Whatever semblance of a thigh gap disappeared into an unpleasant squish of both chunky pillars finally surpassing her waist in width. Whatever magic she was messing with had known to equalize her theft enough with so much extra heft beyond what she wanted, that it was almost impressive instead of completely annoying. Again, she should’ve expected that.
“Lina! Give me back my hips this instant!” An improvised tie around the back kept her shame covered for the moment even if it wouldn’t last for long. “Whatever spell that was, I demand I be taught it this instant!"
“Oh, is the beautiful, perfect, and immaculately proportioned Naga the Serpent really in need of a fatty flatty like me? Are you sure you aren’t mistaking me for someone else?”
“Don’t get snippy with me! Now relinquish your… Striped…”
“Striped? Do I look like I’m…” For the third time, she should’ve expected that. A throughway to the backstreets enabled a lot more than just viewing the chunky waves of cellulite bitten flesh of her rump, yes, as it all needed just as much support as above. “Crap…”
“You wear striped panties? Oh, that’s so charming, Lina Inverse, absolutely adorable! You’re still so much like a little girl, but you never seem to grow up~
OHOHOHOHOHOHOHO
”
Those hulking mounds of ass wobbled out with building anger as every inch of exposed skin burned a bright crimson. The heat nipped at the snake’s waning confidence of paper white complexion almost bursting into flames from the miasma. Her dreamworld was just about to end.
“I TAKE FIVE FROM…”
“Don’t dO THAT AGAIN YOU HARLOT!! I WILL NOT…”
“...AWARDED IN KIND!! I KNOW MY…”
“...QUIET THIS INSTANT!! QUIT THIS…”
“...PLEA!! SOLEMN STACK!!”
“Oh dear.”
The serpent let instinct rise the occasion once more and shielded her top in a pointless attempt to keep that ancient magic from borking her bust. As the final echoes of their exchange laid waste to the atmosphere, the intrepid silence after the storm soon broke through the tepid cave air. The proverbial dust settled, and for the results…
“Their… My chest is untouched!” A panicked honk on one tit provided all the proof of mammarial pudding she needed to let go. “Ha! Your silly little spell didn’t work, so why don’t we put this-”
- twHuMPp -
Trying to approach her smirking rival turned out to be harder than she’d thought with her beauty meeting the dry rocky floor soon after tripping over her cape now tangling itself around her ankles.
“I would ne~ver hurt my poor rival so much like that. I’m such a nice and upstanding sorceress, that I thought it’d be best to knock you down a couple pegs another way!”
The serpent slithered across the floor with her feet seeming to just slightly rattle around in her latex boots themselves seeming to come up a lot higher than he remembered. At her rival’s feet, she arose and- Bwoomph -smacked right a soft mass assaulting her face on the upswing.
“Enjoying yourself down there?”
Naga broke the fleshy wrap and stood to the actual diminishing return. “Y-You- I’ve shrunk!” With half of her height advantage lost to her no longer so tiny rival, she no longer loomed over Lina with those massive melons to eclipse the girl in their gravid shadow. At least they cast that same shadow down upon…
“And I’ve grown!”
…a set of growths that themselves truly blocked out the sun.
In her space, on her face, she didn’t need to tell a thing. Disproportionately massive mounds of wholly titflesh hung free and far past Lina’s navel. Her top loose enough on its own, each breast sat snug in a wrap of decent fabric without much in the way of resistance. While she’d stolen away the lower balance of her rival, the great stability of her body thrived in complete decadence of the warm flesh larger than her own head.
“You’ve grown…”
“Of course, I’d just hate to be any bigger through dirty tricks like stealing your own pair, so I hope getting cut down to size better fits your stupid fancy!” Absolutely correct, Lina’s home grown melons maximalized into fantastic cans greater than Naga’s ever were. In fact, every inch off the top kept that woman shrinking everso slightly up and around her body in a way that made her breasts seem smaller than before. Height was just too variable an asset to truly quantify the damage.
“W-Well I suppose I can… appre ciate your restraint in that regard, but I can hardly…” the serpent trailed off just staring at those things, “You really had no reason to…” such an enticing set of hills draped in yellow were beyond words and thoughts dripping out as drool from the constantly stunned, “ OOoohhH Why do you have to ruin everything!”
“What’s wrong? I thought you could handle a little beauty in your life, Naga? Surely you’re not jealous of plump pipsqueak like- DUnmFff - AHahhAH That hurt you jerk!”
The serpent had taken off one of her elbow length gloves and open-hand slapped Lina right in one of her engorged naturals. Cradling the thing like her own kid, the wobbling flesh could still be felt rippling with the force of Naga’s childish outburst. Even then, she still took to spinning it her way, “I can only expect a cheater like you to only be so sensitive when it comes to sacs of fat like that. I’ll have you know that size isn’t always everything~ OHOHOHOHO ”
“You really don’t know when to shut up, do you!? Here I was willing to let you off keeping those stupid milk tanks of yours intact, but I suppose I’ve grown too soft in all this time having to deal with you…”
“Wait wait wait I’ll shut up I’ll be quiet so just please please just let me off just this once and I’ll make sure we never have to-”
“Oh no! It’s time I finish this once and for all!” For a fifth went the same spell’s wind up. However, Naga the Serpent was not so much of an idiot as she’d always let on. In bearing witness to the elven mysticism that was Solemn Stack twice, the woman could at least intuit the basics. In the same chant, you only say how much, but not from who and where then to who and where. It was all in the mind.
“Leave it you Lina to… Nevermind,” the girl was halfway through the terrible curse, “Your stomach! Stomach! Receive to that belly of yours into an obese doughy blob! GET FAT!!”
“...Solemn Stack… That isn’t good…”
A washboard splat down across Naga’s chest as it all instantly flowed to the weapon of choice. So while she mourned the loss of her bountiful chest, Lina was there to snap her right back out of it with a billowing middle to fill the void. To fill the empty spaces, wonderful breasts consumed with the rest of the lifeless faces jut out into a veritable potbelly.
Once as back was front, a similar sound rang out with an extra ping of her pants’ top button hitting the wall after the zipper lost its grip. A singular orb flopping out from her waistband broke free from top heavy oppression with its push up against her titanic tits as the real globe of them all.
“Well no matter how much you may take, you’ll be a husky girl nonetheless~”
Lina struggled to salvage any modicum of clothial coverage down below to no avail. Every garment failed in its single task with her shirt being closer to a crop top among her belly. That gut hung out with just a little sag barely doing a thing to hide the hints of more striped embarrassment. “Ha… ha… Well I-I can fix this… Yeah I just need to find a different spell!”
“Enough of this nonsense! Don’t pull another curse from that ‘recipe book’ and fix this instead!”
While hips and busts were pretty self explanatory as the apples of that formerly unblessed girl’s eye, the stomach was a completely different beast. Years of adventuring as a complete glutton had done little but maybe chunk out her butt a bit. Other than that, Lina had remained the ever lithe little woodland creature of a girl in size. How many did she need to take off to get rid of such a terrible curse? Best not to overestimate and die with a dent in the middle where her insides were supposed to be. Even then, it wasn’t like Lina was thinking too clearly anyways.
Frantically flipping through the dusty pages, all hope seemed lost through the countless parts listed for the main spell until reaching the final one. The end all be all of solutions: Redistribution. Going straight for the spell over the explanation, “This isn’t over yet, Naga! You may have screwed with the casting last time, but that was just a fluke!”
The serpent swallowed her sorrow to hopefully bathe in that girl’s humiliation once again, “ OHOHOHOHO Finally realizing the error of your ways are you? I hope for your sake that whatever silly trick you try now isn’t one so easily replicable by my own illustrious self~” Completely boyish in build, no curves to speak intangibly bounced in superior spirit. Nouveau curvitude was fleeting, but a busty birthright was forever.
“ ihhh Whatever! ahem ,” the grand finale, “Oh downtrodden maidens, so close to the ground do many walk with all the world carried upon their form! I pledge to join as bound for the floor and hence relinquish my unworthy build to your power! Redistribution! ……… Bound for the floor!?”
Lina stared into the eyes of her rival as they grew past her sightline. She was face to face with the ruins of Naga’s newly nonexistent breasts, and even then it was still higher than ever before. This wasn’t just a reversion back to formula, but a complete upheaval similar to what she’d been putting her admittedly unfairly treated rival through the whole time.
Well below the height of any normal person, Lina felt Naga’s hands press down her shoulders as the comparative behemoth loomed over the tiny sorceress. “I wonder, does it feel any colder down there as the heat rises? Or perhaps it’s from those rags of yours finally giving up~”
The mini magus craned her neck at Naga’s sneering face before attempting to waddle away to sulk. It didn’t need to be said really. The transfers never had an actual feeling to them and this new skill wasn’t any different. As she struck herself down with mystic gravity, the alchemy of her body through the excess every which way.
There was simply too much to ever burn off into heat as usual with such reactions, so down and around went the magic touched meat. Everything that was was hardly that anymore in the swollen flesh filling out every little crack in her increasingly vestigial attire.
The seams around the sides of the legs that weren’t currently pooling around her ankles instead sought to burst with pale blubber punching out in between. And all that was just for the limbs as her even shorter stature ballooned out the back in a complete loss to the hole. More ass than pants was the memo signed, sealed, and delivered to cheeks filling just as fat as her gut.
Falling into a pair of stubby drumsticks may’ve given her a shelf a thousand years wide, but that was just the beginning of the aftershocks. A potbelly wasn’t quite so apt a descriptor anymore when taking the whole thing into perspective. Redistribution was truly the best way to describe the new flab lining her arms into a burgeoning hams.
Lina pouted her chubby lips into a second chin with misty eyes turning to a ground she couldn’t see over the heft. Unable to shirk the stomach, the thing came into a filling her lap with soft sorceress flesh driving the divide between above and below. Above wasn’t something to be taken so lightly of course.
Lap fillers just the same, they would’ve had their way and more without the blockage. Even then, the immensity of their breadth resting atop that turgid tummy couldn’t be understated among the individual collective obesity of her shrunken body. The miraculous dip and dash of sizes kept her top in place enough as a sports bra on a good day.
“I’ve been dwarfed…”
“It serves you right for stealing my curves like that! Now, give me the book so we can fix this mess of yours. I'll maybe even let you have all of your height back~” With her rival dropping her wobbly self down to her pocketed knees, “I can’t say the same of my breasts though… Perhaps those mountains of yours can leave without the weight~”
“...arkn…s bey…light…”
“What’s that? No matter, I’ll be taking that insipid book for myself now,” nabbing the leather-bound nightmare from Lina’s loose fingers was hardly a challenge.
“Darkness beyond twilight,” the ultimate, “Crimson beyond blood that flows…”
“This isn’t the time for jokes, Lina Inverse! I would appreciate if you would-”
“Buried in the stream of the time is where your power grows!” A swirling energy of pure darkness collected in Lina’s newly emptied hand into a combination with the other. “I pledge myself to conquer all the foes who stand before the mighty gift bestowed in my unworthy hand!”
“You can keep your chest like that, I understand. I’ll even let you keep some of my height for your chest, alright?”
The great orb of now orange blew up a powerful wind surrounding the tiny sorceress, “May the fools who stand before me be destroyed by the power you and I possess!”
“WAI-”
“DRAGON SLAVE!!” The sphere shot from Lina’s grasp towards nowhere in particular but everywhere nonetheless. “Raywing!” A second spell let her fly off from the epicenter of energy sailing out from ground zero with Naga not being so fortunate. Fiery aftershocks exploded across the ruins in complete collapse as the setting sun shined through the newly gaped hole for a ceiling.
Ashes to ashes, “Y-You- Are you trying to kill me!”
“You’re damn right I am! As if I’d let you try to turn this around for yourself all the crap you put me through!” The fresh near night left the useless dungeon behind with, “Don’t think I’d actually give the book to you that easily either.”
“What are you…” the outer leather opened up into smoldering paper, “I see.”
“That’s right! You’re gonna be playing nice with me if you ever wanna get even half of what I borrowed! First order of business,” touching down to the ground brought Lina to an incredible toddle barely able to move her forward an inch, “I need to be carried to the closest village.”
What could a simple serpent do but listen?
“Yes, Lina…”