After my tactical chunder, I was still in pretty bad shape. Stumbling and feeling awfully sick, not to mention lost. Up ahead, I saw orange light coming from behind open shutters, and a completely illegible sign up above. Muffled chatter came from it. I guessed this would be where the others had gone. I bent forward and staggered inside.

Slumping onto a bench near a table, I saw two scantily clad goblin ladies serving drinks nearby. Couldn’t help but ogle them slightly. I could certainly see why some people went crazy for that body type. Their proportions were like pornographic etchings brought to life. As I briefly imagined one in my lap and my manhood rose to salute, another approached from behind catching me by surprise. Looking up at me, she hardly stood on ceremony.

“eh, ‘nother humie eh? Whatcha wantin’? Yer look like shit”

“Fuck I’m… ulp... looking for some guys….” I said, attempting to stand and giving up quickly.

She raised an eyebrow - “Mighta seen one, but y'know what darlin, take ye time, cup o’water and slice of bread, on the house. Wait there, less you’re gonna vom, then do it outside ok?”

I nodded, grateful for her kindness. She returned a few minutes later and I gingerly ate the stale bread over the next half hour. I also began circulating my meager mana to speed my recovery, a trick the other soldiers all envied. I surveyed the area from my low bench quietly. The slightly shrill voices of goblins making merry filled the air. The room looked like the shell of a nice old farmhouse, but the insides were ramshackle. Old crates served as tables and a rickety staircase lead upwards at the back. Precariously balanced candles stood at various places in the room, seemingly a fire waiting to happen. The waitresses moved about while serving drinks, but occasionally I’d spy them lingering with one client for a while and after a chat they’d head upstairs together. Yep, definitely a whorehouse, I mused. Not technically legal, but goblins were unmanageable at the best of times and only a few guards were even sent to patrol the lower city which was again technically outside the city proper.

“Eh, and a bit a magic in ye too I see?” - the barmaid from before had returned. I looked round with a start. Not only had she snuck up on me again (and I was now proud to say I was only drunk rather than borderline paralytic), but she clearly had some magic sense herself. That was unusual in the untrained. I examined her more closely. Not that my judgment was the best for non-humans, but she looked to be a younger adult. She had rounded facial features and a long nose which contrasted with typically large, pointed ears for her race. Two thin strips of cloth were all that kept her nipples from the outside world and pressed her large breasts together, while a similar arrangement just barely covered her below. Conscious of my gaze, she reached a hand up and touched her dark straw color hair. It had been tied tight into a bun around a stick behind her head.

“Names Bea, by the by”

“Algate”

“ooo fancy” she joked

“Not that rare down south I’m afraid, means ‘strength’ or something in the old tongue. Speaking of fancy, I've not seen a hair ornament like that before?”

“Gal’s gotta stand out ye know?” she replied, smiling slightly.

“So you- you work here?”

“eh no shit I work ‘ere. I work upstairs too, if that’s what yer askin’ - 2 large bronze coins if you want me, 6 if you want me and the special games course”

“Oh right” I said, trying to keep my voice from sounding too pleased “So you said you saw another human?”

“Oh, did I?” - A crooked smile crept over her face.

I raised an eyebrow

“Yeah… you did”

“Well things do slip from me memory these days. If only there was some way to jog my memory”.

I rolled my eyes - “How much?”

“Think if ye just go upstairs with me I could find ‘im for ye right quick. ‘Course ye can’t go up without one of us”

At this point, I pretty much knew one of my boys was up there, and I was quite keen to find out who. I was also becoming more and more keen on the idea of railing this little gremlin in front of me. She obviously sensed this and reached out a hand, running it along my leg slowly. My manhood returned to parade status.

“So it was 2 large bronze coins?”

Her face shifted slightly – was that disappointment? She bit her lip slightly with a single fang.

“Ye know, reckon I’d be up for a discount on the games course for you. Only done it to a humie once before an’ frankly, luv humie dick. Just 1 more coin to cover me costs and we shake on it yea?”

I kind of felt like I was being fleeced somehow, but fuck it, not the most expensive lay I’d had.

“Deal”.

She took me by the hand, grabbed a candle off one of the sides with the other and began to practically drag me to the stairs. She was more than keen - her grip was like a vice and the pull like a mule. A few of the patrons laughed and whistled at us in passing, earning them a

“SHADDAP YE KNIFE EARED FUCKS” from Bea, which only resulted in more fits of laughter.

Slightly embarrassed for both our sakes, I climbed quickly, nearly catching my head on the doorframe at the top of the stairs. Still leading me on, Bea tugged me through a few dingy corridor rooms to one near the back. She pulled a thick iron key from… somewhere… and with a satisfying *kchunk* noise, the room was open.

“’ome sweet ‘ome”

“Damn, you live like this?”

“Eh, whats that sposed to mean?”

Bluntly, it meant it was a tip. The room had a thick mattress, slightly stained mattress in the centre, just big enough for a human (willing to curl their legs a bit). On one of the sides was a large cabinet, and on the other, a shuttered window. There was nothing else but a few pieces of assorted rags and trash lying about. Nice tall ceiling though - I was just narrowly avoiding braining myself by standing upright.

She started up again – “So, ‘eres the rules of our special games: Rule 1: Drink this”

She reached into the cabinet and pulled out two ceramic bottles and two small cups. She carefully poured a single cup of mystery blue liquid out for me, and a mystery green one for herself.

I took it and sniffed. It smelled like charcoal and alcohol. I looked at her and opened my mouth

“Rule 2” She cut me off “I’m not gonna explain shit till you’ve come”.

I raised both eyebrows. “Fuck it, in for a copper in for a silver”, I thought, and knocked it back while she did the same with hers. We both had the same pained expression which we forced back.

“Never tastes any fucking good. Alright. Ugh. Rule 3: fuck me silly ye big bastard”

Questions like “what was the extra coin for if I’m just going to fuck you straight” left my mind as I proceeded to seize the day. Reaching behind and lifting her by the buttocks, I pushed her up against the wall and started to pump for the empire. Fuck she was tight. We kissed and I smelled the alcohol on her breath. We moved to the mattress, her on top and she gave as good as I’d given. Her thighs had muscle hidden under the flab. I could feel it as she lifted up and down. I could feel her getting close and grunted, trying to hold back. Not long after, completely breathless, I came into her and she came too. My muscles shuddered and hips bucked. It felt great - yet strange, a numbness seemed to flow through me and out, like something else was leaving me at the same time as the semen.

A tingling started from my toes then quickly swept over my entire body. The mattress was shifting beneath me. I was lost in sensation when Bea leaned down and kissed me again on the mouth but now her tongue dwarfed mine and I nearly choked as it pushed deep inside. She was getting heavier, too. I shifted in alarm but could no longer hope to dislodge her. I heaved and tried to pull myself out from under her legs but she was just too much. I was pinned. Eventually, the tingling stopped and I stared up at the pale green slab of skin above me. Bea’s face grinned down at me from above.

“Rule 4, every time you come, you shrink. Every time you come below, I grow”

I looked around from my position on the floor. She was right. The furniture had all grown too, though not as much as her. I was probably goblin sized now, or maybe smaller. She grunted, got off me and stood up. Her head brushed the ceiling. Her hair was loose now and sank below her shoulders. She did a little spin on the spot, humming a jaunty tune.

"Always love this bit. Pity growth don't last that long"

She turned and pointed her vast ass back towards me, then looked round, grinning again and started to sit. I scrabbled in a panic off the floor, my tunic clinging to my feet, barely getting free as she landed where I was moments before.

"Shit Bea, are you trying to kill me?"

She just cackled and swept her troll sized arm around to grab my leg. I jumped back out of the way, but slipped on one of the discarded pieces of lingerie lying around. She never gave me a chance to get off my ass, as she spun round and grabbed me by the leg, dragging me over. She stood, swung me round her like a sack of grain before pulling me up into a bear hug. I was disoriented and dizzy, but she didn't pause. Bea tilted my head upwards and forced her tongue into my mouth, the stink of alcohol and the earthy, dirty musk of her body filling my nostrils, my penis harder than my sword at the barracks. I'd never been manhandled like this and was shocked at how much I was enjoying it.

After what felt like minutes in her embrace, she let me breath again, but kept her grip on my shoulders, holding my feelt slightly off the ground.

"Gods above" I spluttered

"Too much woman for ye?"

I laughed defiantly and half shouted "No such thing. I just have to not come, so c'mon then"

"Like a boy with a bit of spice in 'im" she responded in a sultry growl

First, she locked her mouth to mine again. Then, she lifted me up against the wall in a mirror image to the way I'd done her. She was fiercly strong and the reversal sent a shiver down my spine, pressed against the wall. But things weren't quite as tight now and despite my arousal I was able to keep myself on the edge. Perhaps sensing this, she lay me down on the mattress, muttered

"1 tick"

and walked over to the cabinet. She reached inside. I heard the clinking of ceramic. When her hands reemerged, they were dripping in some mysterious oil.

She returned to the center of the room, lay on her side facing me and reached down. She caressed my tip, then formed her finger and thumb into an "o" and gently ran them up and down a few times. The oil was just slightly sticky. Bea then used more fingers and encircled my entire dick in a massive hand. She began to pump up and down in a rhythm. First a few fast, then a few slow, then fast again and slow again. Never the same amount of time for each. The lack of consistency made each fast period feel more intense than the last and each slow just slightly longer than I could tolerate. She kept this going for a few minutes, watching me all the while as my discomfort grew. As soon as I gave away a moment's weakness by gasping at her touch, she caught me off guard with another full kiss on the mouth while pumping faster than ever before.

As that heady, stale alcohol reek filled my lungs, I felt myself snap. Bea felt it too - with sudden, almost brutal, force she pulled my cock straight inside her to release.

Once again, along with the most fearsome orgasm in my life, that strange draining sensation overcame me and I knew I was shrinking. Still facing her, I also bore very firsthand witness to Bea's ballooning outwards. She must have been 9 feet tall now, and would have dwarfed me even at normal size. She groaned in pleasure as she finished growing, and stretched her tree trunk limbs out. At that point, perhaps freed by the expanding space, something tiny fell out of her cleavage onto the mattress.

It was Graekios. Maybe 2 inches tall, he was masturbating furiously.

My eyes widened. Bea glanced down, then looked up at me with eyes like a housecat eyeing a fairy. I gulped.

Her mouth opened wide, ever so wide, into a grin. I wondered if I could fit inside.

"Told ye I could find im quick. Best be careful or by the time I'm through ye'll end up gettin about carried by 'im", she said.