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Chester and Ciera awoke to the sounds of the lamia's servants beginning their morning preparations, moving about the camp as they did whatever their tasks were. They had both fallen asleep in a somewhat awkward position, with Ciera on top of Chester, and quickly scrambled to separate as they looked around the tent. Leila was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey...Ciera? We're, uh...not gonna talk about this after today is over, right?"

Ciera blushed slightly as she started to gather her clothes and get dressed, replying "Yeah...just be careful. She's got basically the whole day with us still, no telling what she might do next. I feel like I should be exhausted after last night, but..."

"Hah, these are actually really comfortable pillows, right? What are the odds you think we could steal some on our way out?"

"Oh, you're awake my petsss..." the lamia interrupted, slithering in through the tent flaps. "And, if you were very well behaved, perhapssss I could be convinced to let one go. The vicioussss look on your face makes me think you will not be, though..."

"We spent nearly two hours last night just...god, I don't even want to talk about it!" Chester shouted back, still a little off balance around the lamia after her little _session_with her the day before.

"You certainly ssssseemed to enjoy yourself, puppy. I didn't think you had that kind of endurance! Even while you were assssking me to put an end to it, your body wassss still clearly in dissssagreement. It only wanted more, and more..."

"S-shut up! It, it has something to do with whatever you did to me!"

"What? What I did to you?" the lamia said, slithering closer to Chester. "Puppy, ssssome day you will need to admit that underneath all that sssstuck up, gruff demeanor, you're just a slutty puppy who's too sssscared to admit it."

Chester fumed at the lamia as she said this, her hands clenching as she held herself back from assaulting the lamia.

Then Ciera walked up next to her, speaking quietly in her ea, saying "Come on, Chester, remember what we talked about. Be careful. We have a whole day with her, if you let her get you riled up now, she'll do something to you just so she can spend the rest of the day humiliating you. Keep calm, she's just trying to make you angry."

"Yeah, well...it's working. I bet I could get in one good hit before she managed to command me to stop. She hasn't told us not to fight back, or anything..."

"Yes, except the with the magic of the Tournament it's not like she'd really feel it anyways! Just keep calm. You can get your revenge when we run into her again with a _plan_and the rest of our allies."

"You both know I can hear you, right? Let'ssss get on with our busssssiness today. I think I have ssssome wonderful_ideassss...but for now, why don't the two of you eat breakfassssst. My servantsss have prepared a wonderful meal, and they have already eaten and left ussss alone for the day. After you are finished getting dressssed, since you are both such _shy petsss, of course."

With that, the lamia slithered back out of the tent, waiting for Chester and Ciera to follow.

The meal was actually far better than either of them anticipated, and even more surprisingly was actually vegetarian. Neither Chester nor Ciera knew much about lamias, as a species, but it was almost certain they leaned towards being more or less carnivorous, so seeing the lamia enjoy the dish as much as she seemed to was odd. Still, neither of them felt up to the task of questioning her on it, or breaking the silence they were having the meal in. Thankfully, perceptive as she usually was the lamia seemed not to notice their confusion.

It wasn't until they finished eating, both of them glancing around nervously as the lamia did a quick survey of the camp, that Leila acknowledged them again.

"Well, my petssss, we have almost fourteen hourssss left together. I have many ideasss...but I wanted to make thingssss interesting. The two of you have ssssso far been quite friendly to each other...but jusssst how much are you willing to do for one another? Here issss my little game...I am going to go into my tent, and one of you will sssstay out here, enjoying the ssssunshine, and one of you will join me. For an hour. The firsssst one of you to walk into my tent mussssst stay with me for that time, the other will sssstay out here. I will give you five minutes to decide, after that time, both of you will be sssssummoned into my tent if no decision hassss been made."

"What? You're making us decide?" Chester asked incredulously.

"P-please, you have us for the rest of the day! Aren't you just going to, I don't know, order us around and stuff!" Ciera said, a look of desperation on her face.

"Oh, my little cow, I will do that assss well, of coursssse. But, well, thissss will make the day more interesssting...Sssso, you have five minutes to decide. I trussst you know that whoever joinsss me will be a much more _fun_pet to have around afterwardssss..."

With that, Leila slithered away, even as Chester and Ciera continued to try and raise objections. She turned once before entering into her tent, letting them both know their five minutes had started, and then went inside.

Chester and Ciera sat for a moment in shock, still seated around the central fire of the camp. Eventually, Chester broke the silence.

"We have to make a decision. If we both go in there, god knows what she'll do..."

"Chester, this...this is an impossible choice! Neither of us want to go, and-"

"Ciera, I've already had to deal with her crap once, and as far as I can tell all she did to me was the, well...that phrase she was saying. If I go in there again, it will be much worse..."

"It won't be great for either of us, Chester! It doesn't matter who goes, it's a lose-lose situation."

"No, it isn't! She hates me, clearly, if you go she might go easy on you!"

"She only hates you because you've been antagonizing her! She keeps picking on you because you can't keep your mouth shut..."

Chester gave her an exasperated look, before looking around the camp.

"What if...what if we just ran? She gave us no orders to stay here..."

"Honestly, Chester, I'm pretty sure she's thought of that. For all we know her companions are just out of sight, waiting to warn her of something like that. Chester...I don't want to go in there with her. I'm already dealing with a lot of...very new things. God, I'm going to have to ask to be milked again! And, and...a part of me is really looking forward to it! If I go in there, it'll be even worse, I'm sure..."

"Same for me, Ciera! Both of us have a lot to deal with right now, I mean_look_ at me! But the truth is, she will be far nicer to you than to me."

"You did that to yourself! Half the reason Percival did this to me, the_entire_ reason Leila did what she did to you, was because of the things _you_said! It's like you _wanted_this to happen!"

"I would never want this! To be some...some half-animal freak! Stuck in a shape like this...god, I just hope I can still shapeshift normally into small animals and things, or I won't even be able to scout properly anymore! Ciera, we can always deal with whatever happens to you, Vivian can-"

"Vivian can't be trusted! Not...not with things like that. She's just...she's got her own problems. Look, we've already spent a few minutes deciding. Chester, I appreciate your role on our team, but at the end of the day, if the only reason you have to make _me_go in there is because _you_made her angry...maybe you should take responsibility for your inability to control yourself. Aren't you the one always complaining about everyone else for that same reason?"

Chester stared at Ciera, her face growing angrier and angrier as Ciera spoke. "You...you think I'm_the problem here? Last night you were _mooing, the whole reason Leila even did that whole...thing_to me was because I called you out for it! You know what? Fine, I'll go in there. I've dealt with her crap before, this time she can try as much as she likes, I won't fall under her sway so easily. You can sit out here thinking about how much you need to be _milked."

Ciera didn't say anything at that, watching Chester leave with a hurt look on her face. As Chester stepped into the tent, Ciera tried to find somewhere inside the camp to relax, although she knew wherever she sat, she'd probably be worried sick for the next hour...and, as much as she hated Chester's final comment before leaving, she wasn't wrong. She really did need to be milked...

Chester stepped into the tent, her face still twisted in anger as she looked at the lamia seated in her bed of pillows.

"Ah, I ssssee you have made your choice. Would you like to ssssit down? And, jusssst as a precaution, I order you not to attempt to leave until your hour issss finished."

Chester glared at the lamia, saying "No, I'll stand. Or you could _order_me to sit. But I won't be playing any games with you."

"Hmmm, sssseems like you had a bit of an argument with your friend outsssside yes? Tell me about it."

"She said it's my fault you're even doing this, because I keep antagonizing you. I think she just didn't want to risk herself coming in here," Chester replied, begrudgingly.

"Well, you do keep making thingssss...interesssting," Leila said, grinning widely. "In that way, she isss right. Do you want to know my opinion? I think you are terribly repressed._You've spent your whole life pretending, like any good shapeshifter doessss, and now you think _not_pretending issss tantamount to losing yourself. Sssso, let me ask you a question...do you like when I call you a _good girl?"

Chester shuddered, her breath catching as she reacted to the trigger. It took her a few moments to recover, steeling herself to reply with as much self-control as possible. "No, I d-"

"Answer me honestly puppy, I command it."

Chester sneered, her face contorting slightly as she answered this time. "Y...yes. I do like it."

"Sssssee how easy that was? You fought that answer every ssssstep of the way, but there issss no pain in admitting you enjoy something that pleasurable. You underssstand, Chester, thissss is all a game. In just over thirteen hoursss, I will release you back to your friendsss, with a ssssmile on my face. I will not hate you, will not sssstalk you, you will be completely free to continue your life. Well, with some...ssssmall changes. Little remindersss of our time together. The point isss...I am not trying to torture you. I jusssst want you to be honest with yourself," the lamia concluded, her smile slipping ever so slightly into a half-hearted sigh of exasperation, before she looked Chester in the eyes again, smiling so wide her fangs were showing. "Can you do that on your own, my sssslutty little puppy, or do you need help?"

"I don't need your help, you snake-tongued b-"

"Silence, puppy. No more wordsssss. That is answer enough for me. Well, if you would rather sssstruggle...I did ssssay I enjoy a challenge. The rest of the day will be quite fun, puppy. I have a few ideasss about how to put you more in touch with your inner slutty puppy. A phrassssse I am quite beginning to enjoy calling you, if only because of the look on your face every time I ssssay it! Well, I'll let you speak again, so you can answer a question for me...do you want to relax for me the easy way, or the slow way?"

Chester glanced around the room nervously, the first hint of anxiety as she realized the predatory gleam in the lamia's eyes. "I...I don't want to relax, you have me for an hour, just...do something else! I won't let you manipulate me this time, I'm ready now, you won't catch me by surprise!"

The lamia looked into her eyes, leaning in until her face was barely an inch away. She said nothing, no swirling colors, nothing that seemed to be trying to lull Chester into trance. Then, she moved until she was right next to Chester's ear, the sensation of her hot breath against the fur of Chester's ear somehow both new and familiar as she froze up, trying to analyze the situation and figure out what the lamia's plan was.

And then, the lamia whispered into her ear.

"Sleep, puppy."

And the world went dark, once more.

When Chester awoke this time, it was not as slow and peaceful as her previous rude awakening from trance. It was as though the lights of consciousness had turned on with a snap, and she could almost hear that snap echoing in her head as it did. It took her a moment to assess the situation, her first concerns being that she was entirely naked. She could feel the warm, gentle air inside the tent even through her fur, unusual as that sensation still was to her. She could also feel the fire of raw need in her body, a realization that quickly led to her noticing that her hand was around her cock, masturbating furiously. Her other hand was just under, fingering her pussy with similar fervor. The combined sensations were incredibly intense, and she was panting and moaning loudly. As she continued to gain control over herself, whatever hold the trance had on her weakening, she tried to hold back her moans of pleasure, but her body betrayed her at every turn.

"Cum, my sssslutty pet."

Chester hadn't yet even thought about the lamia, still sitting on her cushions just a foot or two away, when the command hit her like a shock of electric pleasure. Her body reacted on instinct, each muscle beginning to tense before she even had time to process what had just been said. The orgasm was intense and unrestrained. The angle her cock was at caused her to drench herself in her own cum, the first spurts coating her muzzle and breasts, and then coating her hands shortly after. It was only in the afterglow of the orgasm that she realized she had purposefully caught some of her cum in her hand, holding it there like she she drank water from a stream.

"Drink it, puppy. Debasssse yourself in front of me, and the yearning, the heat, will abate. It isssss your choice though. You can act_like a slutty puppy, or you can_feel like one. Of courssssse, both is alwayssss an option as well..."

Chester's normal reaction would be to sneer at her, yell at her, to bite back with some remark or comment...but she could feel that something was different inside her head. She knew the lamia was right. She could practically feel what she would have to do, not just drink it, but_enjoy_ it, play the part of a slutty puppy, and then her body would calm down. If she didn't...

"No...I can't do that. I won't..."

"Well, then you will need to clean yourssself up. Our hour is over. It wassss...quite enlightening. I feel like I know you _quite_well now, puppy. Just outside, there issss a bucket of water next to something that looksssss like a pump. Use it to fill the bucket, and clean yoursssself."

Chester started to stand, the sensation of the cum on her fur oddly unpleasant, yet somehow arousing and pleasurable as well. In fact, her whole body still seemed turned on, in a way that really made her appreciate the phrase. It was like there was a switch somewhere inside her that needed to be flicked, and until it was something inside her was emitting a pleasurable, thought consuming hum...

She was almost out of the tent flaps when she turned around suddenly, looking at the lamia. "Wait, I can't go out there, Ciera is out there! She'll see me-"

"That wassss an order, puppy," the lamia snipped, giving Chester a look of playful annoyance.

Chester whined slightly, the sound frighteningly natural, and stepped out of the tent.

Ciera was sitting on one of the rocks serving as seating around the camp, staring at the entrance to the tent. She had spent almost half her time out here trying to milk herself, seeing if there was some way to do it despite the condition the lamia had imposed on her after their lost battle. She could get close, so very close, massaging her breasts, rubbing her nipples, but once the tiniest droplet of milk started to leak as a result of her actions, her movements shifted almost instinctively to prevent her from milking any more. She would keep massaging, keep playing, just in such a way that she wasn't actually milking herself. She had been embarrassed to find that she didn't even necessarily notice her actions were no longer an attempt at milking herself until minutes later.

And so, some shamefully, she was now far more aroused but no more relieved. She knew the lamia probably had something planned, but nothing would happen until she was done with Chester. So now she was sitting here, horny and waiting.

And, when Chester did emerge from the tent flaps, Ciera stood up quickly to greet her before noticing she was naked and...

"Is that cum? In your...in your fur?"

"Yes. Shut up. Don't say another word."

Ciera looked at her, unsure whether to laugh, show pity, or bite back.

"Okay...I hope everything is alright."

She turned away, letting Chester approach the magically-powered pump to start cleaning herself. She heard Chester's gasps as she poured the cold water over herself, and almost turned around to make sure everything was okay before realizing Chester would probably prefer she didn't. So, just like the last several minutes, all she could do was sit here and twiddle her thumbs. Eventually, Chester finished, and without saying a word angrily stomped back into the tent.

Ciera waited a moment, wondering if she would be called into the tent as well, before deciding she had waited long enough for Chester to get dressed at least and stepping into the tent, where it was at least warm.

Leila barely looked up as she stepped in, giving her a brief nod of acknowledgement, before returning her focus to Chester. Ciera gasped slightly when she saw that Chester was definitely not wearing her old clothes.

"Well, puppy, you sssshould thank me. Your old clothessss did not fit anymore, correct? These fit quite well."

Chester looked stunned, her eyes roaming over her new clothing in disbelief. It looked like a parody of the loose-fitting cloth and leather she had been wearing before, as if someone wanted to take what she had been wearing and make it cover as little as possible. It was very nearly just a leather bra and shorts, with a few straps to store her daggers in.

"This...this is humiliating..." Chester said, her voice lacking the rage and willfulness she had been displaying previously.

Ciera noticed this, and approached Chester, examining her closely. "Are...are you okay Chester? You were in here with her a long time, and outside you had-"

"I am fine Ciera. I don't want to talk about it. Let's just move on, is this all you want Leila? For me to wear this until you release us?"

"Well...I did disssspose of your old clothing, so it may be a bit longer than that. Perhapsss you have a spare sssset with your alliesss?"

Chester didn't say a word, instead sitting down on one of the pillows strewn about the lamia's tent, with an exasperated sigh.

Ciera noticed that Chester was still breathing heavily, and even while she was sitting she was squirming slightly. Was that why she wasn't being her usual snide self? She seemed distracted...

"Well, my petsss, I do believe we have one more tasssk before we can move on. Ciera...it's a little late for your milking, isss it not?"

"Y-yes, Mistress...if we could take care of that quickly, I would, um...appreciate it."

"My, my. One milking and already you sssseem more enthusiastic about it! Well, our _slutty puppy_here would certainly love to help you again, wouldn't she?"

Chester started slightly when Leila said 'slutty puppy,' as though some memory had resurfaced, but she couldn't quite place it...until she felt it. A slight haze, almost dreamlike, fell over her. It was like being drunk, the world suddenly less burdensome, less there, as she began to feel like something was slipping through her grasp. Nothing important though. She was just a slutty puppy, here to please and be pleased. What else could possible matter?

Ciera watched with a concerned look as Chester seemed to swoon slightly, as though in a daze. She recognized that something Leila had said had affected her, but there was no telling how...until Chester seemed to snap back slightly, a far different look in her eyes. In a way, all the confidence she had been missing since Ciera had last seen her seemed to be back, but somehow different, the look in her eyes seductive and enticing. The shock of seeing Chester so brazenly flaunting herself as she stood up stunned Ciera for a moment, allowing Chester to approach unimpeded.

"Well...Ciera...you know, I've been thinking about what you and Karla were doing out in those woods a lot recently. I didn't ask any questions, but the looks on your faces when you got back, the satisfied smile you both had..." Chester said, grinning at her in an almost predatory fashion. "I want that. So, we're going to make this fun, maybe put on a bit of a show for our Mistress..."

"Uh, l-look, Chester, something is definitely wrong, maybe we should take a moment to-"

"Nothing issss wrong, my pet. She is jusssst more in touch with herself. Desssspite what you may think, she needs thissss, as much as you do. Just relax, Ciera. Or, if you really are having trouble enjoying thingssss...I am always willing to help _you_get in touch with yourssssself as well," the lamia said, her eyes briefly flickering between a few pale shades, reminding Ciera of the situation she was in.

"Okay...Alright, Chester, if this is what you want..."

"Oh, don't you worry, it is!" Chester said, removing her clothing quite quickly (one benefit of the new outfit), and began helping Ciera undress as well. Ciera stopped when her chest was bare, but Chester had other plans and quickly moved to undressing the rest of her. Ciera was a bit uncertain, and kept glancing towards Leila with a look of concern, but Chester seemed not to notice or not to care about her confusion.

"Chester, you're acting a little strange, maybe just slow down and-Ah!"

Chester had latched on to one of Ciera's nipples without much warning, her eyes staring up into Ciera's. Ciera was unable to continue her sentence, her body immediately assailed by the same warm, docile pleasure that being milked had brought previously, amplified by the direct stimulation of Chester's tongue. Her thoughts immediately scattered, her concerns dimming further with each passing moment.

Chester smiled at this, massaging and playing with Ciera's breasts eagerly. She even glanced back towards Leila, giving a playful wiggle of her exposed ass, before returning her attention to Ciera.

Chester had more on her mind than just milking Ciera, however, and quickly began to move one of her hands lower, circling around Ciera's clit. Ciera reacted immediately, letting out a low 'moo,' too lost in the sensations to even notice.

Eventually, Chester switched which breast she was suckling, and moved her other hand down between her own legs. She moaned into Ciera's tit, her eyes fluttering as she stroked her cock, giving in to the sensations she was feeling.

She waited though, purposefully, even as the pleasure built. Her eyes locked on Ciera, even as they occasionally drifted when she lost herself to the pleasure, watching Ciera's face as she worked to please her. Eventually, she could feel that Ciera was almost empty, and knew that she was close to an orgasm, perhaps not even her first of the session.

When Ciera came, Chester intentionally continued her assault on her senses, with renewed vigor. Even as her own orgasm overcame her, her body twitching without any attempts to hide or suppress it, she maintained her rhythmic circling of Ciera's clit.

Once Ciera was a satisfied mess, kneeling for a moment as she recovered, Chester wandered over to Leila, saying "Did I do good, Mistress?"

"Yessss, puppy. You were a very good girl."

Chester crumpled slightly under the pleasure, those words sending her to the ground with a twitching moan, and it was only after the pleasure had it's way with her that her eyes seemed to clear, looking around the room with a confused expression.

"Did...did I just...what, what the hell did you do to me!" Chester shouted, still unable to muster the raw vitriol and hatred she had once possessed.

"Do to you? I sssspoke to you, and learned much. I have given you an opportunity to experience yourssself, as you might be without your...petty view of who you _sssshould_be."

"Spoke to me? You did more than that, I would never have..."

"Never have what? Enjoyed yoursssself so much? Oh, I love the fleeting ressssistance in your eyes, but as I ssssaid...I already know the truth. Perhapssss before you leave I will remind you of what we sssspoke about together."

Chester wanted to be angry with her, but instead felt deeply uncertain. Some part of her knew she wasn't lying, and she could feel that something had transpired while she was in trance...

"Do you feel better now, puppy? Now that your lusssst has been sated...that isss what it takes of course. Giving in to that piece of yoursssself, sssso that you may experience your lussst...uninhibited. If you hold back, if you refuse that lusty puppy insssside you, your lust will not abate no matter what you may try to easssse it."

Chester thought about this a moment, but said nothing. She didn't want to give Leila the satisfaction of seeing just how true her words were, Chester was much calmer now. She hadn't even really realized just how horny she was until now, the relief was palpable.

Ciera took a moment to fully come to her senses, glancing over at Chester with a concerned look, before noticing that she seemed to be back to normal.

"It's...it was another trigger wasn't it? When she said-"

"I wouldn't pet. Say those wordssss again and she will be taken by the same unrestricted lust as before. A ssssecret for you to take with you when you leave my camp, or perhapssss...you could share it with your comradesss? Sssso when she gets too difficult to deal with, you can get her to relax a little..."

"Don't you dare, Ciera! God, it would be humiliating if any of them found out..."

"Issss that so bad puppy? Being humiliated?" the lamia chuckled. "Perhapsss you should examine your feelings a little more closely, puppy."

Chester did not respond once more, trying not to think about what she just said.

"Well, either way, I feel assss though I've bullied you quite_enough, puppy. For now I intend to take a moment to ressst. A moment for _me, of courssse. For the two of you, why don't you clean up the tent and camp a bit? You both have made a bit of a messss, haven't you?"

Both Ciera and Chester's faces turned red in embarassment, and started to clean up the tent. Neither bothered to put their clothes back on, it was clear at this point that Leila would just enjoy the opportunity to make them take their clothes off again...

Either way, it was going to be a bit of hard work to clean up the tent. At least it would be a brief respite from the lamia's teasing remarks, as she reclined on her pillows, a satisfied smile on her face.

Meanwhile, the day had been somewhat uneventful so far for Karla and Vivian, who had mostly kept to their own tents. Karla had once again pointedly ignored the sounds coming from Vivian's tent, trying not to think about what Ciera and Chester were going through. Eventually, though, things calmed down for a while and they both found themselves outside their tents at the same time. They were both clearly hoping to avoid such a meeting, but neither was willing to admit it.

"Hey, Vivian...Is, uh, everything alright? Except the obvious, I mean..."

"Well, I can't exactly lie about it. I was up half the night, although to be fair it wasn't all bad. It's...odd. I think I feel the vague _sensation_of pleasure, but without specifics, as in I have no idea _how_she's, well...being touched. It is odd feeling your body respond to something so strongly without anything present, I found myself fantasizing about what I would like to-"

Vivian stopped, clasping her hand over her mouth to prevent her from finishing her statement. After a moment, she sighed slightly and continued. "Sorry, I'm...not quite used to this. I can't even lie by omission, so if I start talking about something, sometimes things just...slip out. But, um, enough about me, I didn't keep you up last night, did I?"

Karla blushed, suddenly avoiding eye contact and turning away from Vivian. "Haha, no, not really, I mean I eventually slept just fine..."

Vivian paced around Karla a moment, examining her with a look of slight concern. "Karla...not to put to fine a point on it...but are your breasts a little bigger? Please, tell me you didn't-"

"It was a one-time mistake! I thought I could just, you know, take the edge off a bit...but then I started thinking about, well...I started thinking about what was happening, with you and Ciera, and her milk problem, and my new 'curse' or whatever...and it kinda tipped me over the cliff, so to speak..."

Vivian sighed and gave Karla a disappointed look. "You know, I really did think I could trust you to manage for one night. I am not going to babysit you. If you have this problem again, you and I need to have a talk. Privately."

"I know what you'd do! Pull out your lyre, start playing that relaxing music, and then-"

"Of_course_ that's what I would do! That's the whole reason I'm here! I understand how upset you are about my...deception...but that was the whole point! It threw Percival off his game a little, didn't it? Besides, I promise, I wouldn't alter your memories at all this time. It wouldn't be necessary. That was just...a precaution. For both you_and_ Ciera, I simply wanted to be certain you were fighting with your focus fully on the task ahead, not second guessing yourselves. For what it's worth, I apologize. I want us to succeed, and I need your trust to do that."

Karla scoffed a little, but did seem to calm down slightly. "Well...we should focus on securing the camp for this afternoon. I'm sure Ciera and Chester will need their rest, and maybe even...well, they might even need your help. So, you just rest for now, no telling what that lamia will be doing to Ciera, and try to keep _your_focus on the task ahead. I'll focus on camp for now. Hopefully, tomorrow doesn't bring any more surprises..."

With that, Vivian returned to her tent, and Karla began to further secure the camp, with a few small traps and things to help everyone rest a little easier at night. She was glad Vivian hadn't pressed her too hard about last night...she didn't want to lie to her. It would have been mortifying to admit that, despite everything, Karla didn't want anything fixed just yet...not until she'd managed to grow just a little more. Just a cup size, maybe two...then she'd ask Vivian for help. She had everything under control.

Of course she did.