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There was some concern, as the sun rose over the teams camp, about Karla. It wasn't abnormal for her to sleep in, and it wasn't as though everyone hadn't heard what she had been doing last night, but as everyone took care of their daily routine (which seemed to be growing more bizarre with every consequence the Tournament imposed), Karla hadn't seemed to stir at all...

Eventually it was Ciera they elected to check on her. So, Ciera stood at the opening to Karla's tent, cleared her throat, and said "Um, Karla...is everything alright? You've been, um...it's getting close to time to start breaking camp, and you haven't even eaten yet, are you awake? Is...something wrong?"

There was a brief, awkward silence, before Karla answered "Ciera...could you step inside for a moment?"

Ciera glanced back and Vivian and Chester, who nodded back at her. Ciera didn't exactly trust Vivian's judgment after she'd just satisfied her addiction, she always seemed a little more vague and uncertain, but she still wanted her and Chester's approval before stepping in, just to make sure everyone was on the same page.

As she stepped through the tent flaps, she saw Karla, sitting naked in one corner of the tent, avoiding Ciera's gaze. A gaze that was, quite immediately, focused on her breasts.

Really, breasts seem too small a word now. Even Ciera, bashful as she might generally be, couldn't help but think of them as tits. Last night, when Ciera had gone to sleep, a little concerned about the way Karla had avoided watching Ciera milk herself, Karla's breasts were maybe in the D-cup range, not that Ciera claimed any ability to make that judgment at a glance...now they were just a little bigger than Ciera's. Ciera wasn't exactly surprised, she had lost a fair bit of sleep to the sound of Karla...enjoying herself...but she had expected Karla to have held back at least a little, or to control her thoughts a bit better. She just had to think of literally _anything_other than breasts while she came...

But, apparently that had been too much to ask. Now she was sitting there, her tits probably sitting just under an H-cup, with a vaguely ashamed look on her face.

"Where's your clothes, Karla...I'll need to adjust them before you step outside."

"Can you...talk to them, Ciera? It might be smart to use a coin..."

"_You_will talk to them. You're a big girl, Karla. I'll fix your clothes first, but...honestly, with everything we've all been through here, this isn't really that bad. I'm sure if you talk to them about it, you'll see."

Karla nodded. She would talk to them. She pointed over to her clothes, which Ciera took a few minutes to adjust to her new bust size.

When Karla stepped outside, Both Vivian and Chester's eyebrows raised. Chester spoke up first, saying "Wow, Karla, how many times did you cum last night thinking about tits? I knew your problem was bad, but I figured we had weeks before you messed up like this!"

Vivian glanced at Chester and said "Calm down, Chester. Perhaps this is our fault, at least a little, for letting things get this far. She told us about what the vines did to her. It makes sense that things might...get out of hand like this."

"Guys...look, I'm sorry. The...sensitivity was a problem, yes, and yes, my obsession is something I have trouble controlling sometimes too...but to be honest, this is what I wanted. I know I maybe only wanted it because of that stupid consequence, but...it doesn't change the fact that this wasn't really an accident. God, I almost still want them bigger, it's so...look, we might want to consider using a coin. This is already throwing off my balance, I'm not going to be fighting at full strength. It pains me to say it, but we should get my breasts back to normal size so I can be back in full fighting form..."

Chester sighed, rolling her eyes a little, and said "Fine, fine. Vivian, you agree? Ciera? Yeah, we have five coins now, and we can spend one to fix that...And, we did just spend one on me. Here, use the coin Leila gave us, that way the rest can be used on me if necessary. They look pretty identical, I doubt anything is really different about it."

Karla took a deep breath, taking the coin from Chester. She held it for a moment, and then said "I want the consequence that makes my breasts grow when I orgasm removed."

The coin glimmered for a moment, and then vanished. Karla blinked a moment, looking around...

"Um...her breasts aren't changing at all..." Ciera said, with a concerned look.

Vivian suddenly put her palm against her forehead, and exclaimed "Damn! Of course, stupid Tournament and it's stupid letter-of-the-law...The consequence made her breasts grow. But...it wasn't _keeping_her breasts grown, if that makes sense. Her breasts were just bigger. She probably won't get any bigger, but...you might be stuck at the size you're at, Karla. This is good to know though, the coins can remove a consequence, but not any side effects the consequence might have caused. Devious."

"That...is bullshit..." Chester said, sneering.

"Yeah, but...well, no sense in worrying about it now," Karla said with a sigh. She actually...was kind of happy about this outcome. After all...she had what she wanted now, and the consequence was gone. It was the best possible outcome!

"We should start breaking down camp and get moving. We've already spent enough time on this," Vivian said, "And we really need to make sure we're not wasting any time. We have no idea how long it might take to find a portal to the Champion's key."

The rest of the team nodded, and began breaking camp.

It was mid-day when Chester spotted the odd structure, just sitting in the middle of the grasslands they were now traveling through. Anything unusual stood out for miles with how flat this area was, so Chester spotted it at quite a distance, and immediately guided everyone over to look at it.

It was a large, stone circle on the ground. The outer rim had a series of runes carved into it, and in the center was a single dais. On top was a simple, black leather glove with a single gem embedded into it.

"It's clearly a-" Chester began to say.

"A trap, yes Chester, thank you," Karla said, a bit annoyed. She was already quite out of sorts, simply walking was causing her to get hornier and hornier, but without any kind of release it was just a constant, teasing sensation.

"Just...making sure everyone knew. I don't trust any of you idiots not to step into it on a whim. Any of _us_idiots I should say, we've all got problems. Say two words to me and I'd bet I jump right in..." Chester said with a sigh.

"We have to activate it. This is why we're here," Vivian said, examining the runes on the edge. "Who's going to step in and set it off?"

"Whoever it is will likely have some kind of 'fun' new problem to deal with, so who's least likely to be totally screwed over by one more consequence," Chester asked as she tried to look closer at the central dais. She looked for a moment, and then noticing the sudden silence, glanced back at the team. They were all staring at her.

"Chester...that would probably be you," Ciera said, as gently as she could.

"What? Really? With my little...trigger word problem, and the, uh...the..."

Vivian nodded slightly, and said "Karla is clearly at risk, after this morning. Ciera is incredibly valuable, if she gets taken out we won't have a reliable utility spell caster. We need me on hand in case you all decide to let me do my job and help deal with the consequences _my_way. Really, it's either you or Karla, and Karla has been through a lot today."

Chester glanced at Karla, who smiled apologetically. "Fine," she said, "I'll walk into the damn trap, get forced to do some stupid, embarrassing thing, and leave with some equally annoying consequence. Oh, that does remind me...we should each take a coin. I know we want to save them for if we get hit with something really bad as we try to get to the portal, but...well, maybe each of us should be able to make that decision ourselves. Just know, if you use it for something else and we do get hit after a fight with some nasty consequences, you're the one who has to deal with yours. Sound fair to everyone?"

The team nodded, as they each took a coin.

"Great. Now, let's see how much this is going to screw me over..." Chester said, stepping onto the stone circle.

The runes on the edge immediately lit up, glowing a bright white. Chester pulled out her daggers, glancing around, ready for anything...but nothing happened. She stood there, for several minutes, the team watching from outside the runed circle...but nothing. Nothing at all.

"Fine, free artifact, let's go take a look. Maybe that _is_the trap," Chester mused.

She got fairly close before getting knocked back forcefully by some kind of magical shield. A second circle of runes glimmered for a moment, protecting the artifact.

"Uh...some kind of puzzle? Any volunteers to come help?"

"I'm probably the one best equipped for that," Vivian said, and stepped forward cautiously.

And then the runes on the edge of the circle shifted their shade, turning a crimson red. An ethereal voice spoke, loud enough to be heard by everyone there, saying "The duel begins! To the victor, go the spoils."

Chester and Vivian looked around, confused for a moment.

"Did...did it just say duel?" Chester asked, looking concerned.

Vivian's face scrunched up for a moment, before saying "Damn! Maybe we can just -"

She was suddenly thrown back, after trying to leave. She got back up from the ground, staggering slightly, and said "Nope. No, that was a poor idea. Chester, I think we really do have to fight for this. Should...one of us just concede?"

"Sure. You should concede," Chester said with a smirk.

"Chester, we just talked about how it would be dangerous if something happened to me."

"What's gonna happen to you? It's just a friendly duel. You want the artifact, don't you? Not like we can really be hurt. And, hey, isn't that what the dragons said? Put on a show! Well, let's do it. You and me."

"That's hardly a fair fight Chester! You'd put a dagger in me before I got off a single spell!"

"How about this. You get to cast one spell, and then we start the fight. How's that sound?"

"Sounds foolish to me. That's not fair to you!"

Chester cupped her hands around her ears, miming like she was trying to hear Vivian, and said "What's that? Not fair to _me_now? Well, maybe you're right. Maybe I'm making a terrible choice. Or, maybe I'm smarter than I look. You should start casting, Vivian. Let's see how well you do."

Vivian looked annoyed for a moment, but knew better than to let Chester get to her. Chester was probably deliberately trying to aggravate her...maybe even was playing up the fight for the Judges, now that Vivian thought about it. Well, let's see how Chester likes her spell.

Vivian began casting, her voice echoing louder and louder as she pulled her instrument off her back to assist. It had been a while since she'd really gotten to let loose with a spell, and she knew what she wanted to do. She let the magic weave into her voice, her song...

Chester stared at her, her expression wavering slightly. Good, Vivian thought. Vivian strengthened the spell, watching for that moment, when it seemed like there was no resistance left. Chester's eyelids became half lidded, but she stood there, silently. Something seemed...a little off. Vivian's spell should have taken hold by now...but then again, maybe it had. Perhaps this is just what Chester looked like when she was enthralled.

"Stand before me, Chester. Come closer. Do not attack."

Chester seemed to quirk her head, as though confused for a moment. Vivian could see her, staring intently at Vivian, almost as though trying to read her...

"I said, come stand before me! Do not attack!"

This time, with the extra magic imbued into her voice, Chester began approaching, slowly. Lazily. Vivian was almost amused, people tended to act differently under the effects of her spells that charmed and enthralled, some stiff and almost puppet-like, some lazy and fluid. Chester seemed to almost be exaggerating her slow, lazy movements, as though...

She didn't have time to complete that thought, as a dagger sailed straight for her heart. The blade pierced her clothing, passing through it without harm, as she collapsed weakly to the ground. The dagger fell, clanging as it hit the stone, and she shook her head, trying to understand what had just happened.

"What...you resisted, so easily...that was intense magic, Chester..."

"What? Oh, sorry, one moment..." Chester said as she approached, reaching up towards her ears and pulling out two...wax earplugs?

Vivian couldn't help but smirk a little. "Really? That simple? It was all an act...I can't believe I didn't notice. When you put your hands up towards your ears..."

"Any good rogue knows a bit of stage magic, Vivian. You think you're at a disadvantage because of the daggers, and my skill with them...but that's not really it. You're just not used to combat. Nothing ever goes as planned in a fight. So, you have a backup plan, a backup plan for that backup plan...even Karla probably thinks that far ahead. Or, well, tries to. When she's not thinking about tits."

"Really, trying to give me a lesson in battle tactics?" Vivian said, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, I want you to do your best on the team, right? It's more than just planning, it's knowing how to improvise too. I know that sounds like...the opposite, I guess, but...look, I'm not saying I'm a good teacher. Maybe I don't know what the hell I'm talking about. Either way, the prize is mine!" Chester said, as she smiled and walked towards the artifact.

For her troubles, she was thrown back once more.

"What the...what's wrong?"

Vivian looked concerned as well, looking over at the red runes still blocking them off. She thought for a moment, and then said "We're...missing something? Some piece of the puzzle, right? We fought, one of us won...just like any other fight in the tournament, no real injury..."

"Ah, shit..." Chester said, sighing, "Just like any other fight. A consequence. I have to give you one."

Vivian sighed as well, groaning a little before she said "Ugh, that...makes sense. Well, can you make it something simple, easy? For all I care, give me an extra cup size, Judges might like that."

Chester seemed to think for a moment, her ring glowing slightly as she communicated with the Judges. After a while, she looked back at Vivian and said "Er, no can do, Vivian...they're saying it _can't_be something easy. It's...against the spirit of the duel. I have to think of something, and...they said they'd shoot down any suggestion you made. I have to come up with it..."

Vivian narrowed her eyes, and replied "Fine. Just...don't go overboard. Remember, we need me at my best if things go south. I may not be good in a fight but I am exceptionally good at dealing with and counteracting mental enchantments."

"Yeah, yeah, I won't do anything...too bad. Just let me think..." Chester said, tapping one clawed digit against her muzzle. Eventually, her eyes went wide as she said "Wait, you know, I think...well, let me check with the Judges first..."

Vivian watched as Chester listened to a voice only she could hear, as apparently some amount of negotiation happened.

"Well...okay. So, I had an idea. Don't be mad. We, uh, we recently...look, I wanted a change that might make you stronger, right? I had a brilliant idea, I knew the Judges would...well, they made it a _little_complicated, but I think it might actually...just, don't be too mad, alright?"

"Chester, stop beating around the bush, what did you...er..." Vivian said, trailing off as her skin suddenly started to feel...warm. Not arousal, thankfully, almost more of a...she glanced down, looking at her hand as scales began to form...

"So...yeah, I thought...stronger? You know what's strong? We just dealt with those two dragons, and they seemed pretty dangerous. They said they couldn't make you a dragon like those two, that would be pretty...unfair. So, they said, half-dragon? No polymorphing, but a lot of strength, and the claws and muzzle aren't so bad, when you get used to them. I mean, I think the Tournament helps you get used to them..." Chester said, clearly a little nervous now about the change she had picked.

Vivian wasn't paying much attention. The warmth in her skin had progressed into a full body ache. She felt her bones shifting, starting with her feet, claws growing as they became digitigrade, hands shifting slightly into claws...and then her face elongating, teeth sharpening...

"It's, well...they did say that the transformation would be complete and total, whatever that means. It was a condition for them to accept it as a valid transformation to give. I'm not too worried about it, myself, the more dragon you are the better right? Wait, are those wings!?" Chester said, almost excited for Vivian.

Vivian was not quite as enamored, as she struggled through the mild discomfort. She undid her clothing, recognizing that the wings were likely about to rip them anyways, and almost immediately her wings grew out to a full wingspan, large enough to...actually fly? That could be useful, at least...she felt a slight pressure on her forehead, two horns growing out, curling back across the top of her head. This wasn't terrible, she thought...and then the full body ache increased suddenly, a sudden sensation of almost-pain, like everything inside her body just twitched all at once, and then finally...it felt almost gentle, compared to the rest, as the world grew just ever so slightly smaller for her. She looked down, realizing she had gained a few inches of height. A considerable few, in fact. She was now significantly taller than the rest of the party, by almost half a foot. After that, the changes seemed to settle. She looked over herself...the first thing she noticed was that her scales were a beautiful shade of purple, similar to the clothing she liked to wear. That was...not bad at all. Quite eye catching, in fact. She did feel...off. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something felt different. She would need to examine herself, mentally and physically, later.

As the transformation finished, the glowing runes died down, their light fading.

"Fantastic! Time to grab the prize!" Chester said, walking towards the artifact.

"Don't worry, Chester, _I'll_help Vivian, and fix her clothes..." Ciera said, a little annoyed as she stepped towards Vivian...

And the runes lit up once more, immediately shifting to red. "The duel begins! To the victor, go the spoils," the same echoing ethereal voice shouted.

Chester stopped immediately, a half foot from the artifact, turning slowly to look at Ciera.

Ciera looked completely stunned at this development, turning to look at the reddish runes, and said "What? I'm so sorry, I didn't...I mean, the runes turned off, I thought it was over, I didn't..."

Chester grumbled and said "Ciera, it doesn't matter. Now we know. Prepare yourself. Now that I know these fights come with consequences, this is a serious fight. That's your only warning!" Chester said, as she began to advance quickly, immediately throwing daggers at Ciera as she did.

Almost everyone was surprised when the daggers thudded into a glowing iridescent barrier, Ciera's staff already raised in front of her. Chester gave her a curious look...that was fast. Chester had fought many mages before, but...

Chester didn't have time to complete that thought. Ciera shifted her stance slightly, and flung the glowing barrier towards Chester. It crashed into Chester's chest, knocking her back several feet. She recovered quickly, jumping to her feet as -

Ciera finished intoning another spell, darkness descending over Chester. The same little trick she used to obscure the light over the lake...Chester understood now why she had learned it. It was like fighting in total darkness, and Chester couldn't accurately hit her with daggers anymore. Chester broke out into a sprint, she had to close the distance quickly, if she gave Ciera any more time to cast spells, she'd lose.

Unfortunately, she rushed where she thought Ciera was, but...there was nothing there. Chester realized she'd lost Ciera...had Ciera managed to quietly step away? Sneaky, she had to figure out where Ciera was, if she started casting, she'd hear her, and all it would take is _one_accurate strike. Even if it grazed her.

Unfortunately for Chester, all Ciera needed was one accurate strike as well. A gush of flame hit her in the chest knocking her backwards into the wall of this makeshift arena. By the time Chester landed...she could feel that she had lost...

The darkness dissipated, as Chester looked up at Ciera with a shocked expression. She noticed that Vivian also seemed to be a little surprised.

"What?" Ciera said, glancing at both of them.

"Ciera...where the hell did you learn magic from again? I thought you were a dropout, hopping from academy to academy..."

Vivian spoke up, from several feet away, saying "That's what I know about her. We met in one such academy. That was...quite skilled of you, Ciera."

"Oh, uh...well, yeah, I dropped out after I learned the spells that I wanted to. Um...sorry Chester, I couldn't just let you win..."

"Oh, no problem, you just bounced me off the damn wall. Whatever, pick your consequence. Just don't make me a brain-dead breast addict like Karla back there and we'll call it even."

Ciera gave Chester a disapproving look and said "Chester...I think fights bring out the worst in you. That's a little mean."

"A little mean? Ciera, she woke up this morning with tits damn near the size of her head. I get it, we all have our problems, but I'm just trying to be honest."

"Look, she may have gone about it the wrong way, but I think she's happy at least. The new size might be inconvenient, but..."

"But nothing, Ciera. She should control herself better. I have my problems too, but I'm keeping on top of them."

Ciera narrowed her eyes at Chester, feeling a little hurt by her attacks on her friend. Eventually, she said "Are you, really? I could say two words and prove you wrong. But I won't. I do think you need to understand Karla a bit better. So...I have an idea. You lost, fair and square. I think you should get a feel for what it's like to live with a problem like what Karla has!"

Chester's eyes went wide for a moment as she said "Wait, look, calm down, I was just being a little...look, sometimes I don't know when to stop talking, don't..."

"Too late, Chester. The Judges approved the change." Ciera said, and then stepped towards Chester, quickly removing her leather top, and throwing it several feet away. Afterwards, she began to head towards the central dais.

Chester looked at Ciera, confused at her actions. Why remove her top? As soon as she recovered, she'd just go put it on, until then she just had to deal with being totally naked, exposed, for anyone to see...

No! No...No, no...Chester tried to calm herself down. No, this was not her. She didn't like that kind of thing. It was humiliating. Being exposed, maybe even showing off a little, maybe she could take off the rest of her...No! She was not_an exhibitionist, she hated showing off her assets, hated the way people would watch her, maybe even Karla staring, gawking at her tits...Fuck! Chester could already feel her arousal building...and her desire to repress this new..._fetish...was already building up her need to let that stupid trigger activate...Damn it! Chester was going to have words with Ciera, after this was done.

Ciera, meanwhile, had grabbed the glove. As soon as she did, the runes surrounding them sparked brightly for a moment, before fading one by one. Ciera glanced at the glove, curious as to what it did...and then, fairly suddenly, she knew.

"This...well, it could be useful...um, how is everyone? Vivian, Chester? We should regroup for a moment..."

Chester stood up, a little shakily, as she stepped over to put on her top once more. There was a vague _itch_in the back of her mind, like she shouldn't even bother. Maybe just leave it off, for now, or maybe try and make sure the leather top pushed her breasts up a little more, giving anyone who looked a bit more of an eyeful...

Chester took a deep breath, blushing slightly, and then stared daggers at Ciera.

Ciera glanced at her and said "What? You're on top of your problems, right? At least this one shouldn't leave you too distracted. I think it might even help distract any enemies we face!"

"Ciera...what did you do to Chester?" Vivian asked as she stood up as well, glancing down at her clothing. It would need to be adjusted, now...

"Well, I...look, Chester was being mean, and a thought popped into my head, and I just...Well, I may have asked the Judges to make Chester an exhibitionist."

Vivian quirked an eyebrow at this, glancing over at Chester as she said "Really? Could be worse, I suppose. Would have preferred you do something like what Chester did to me. This...isn't bad at all, really. But, I suppose Chester can live with her new problem. It's unlikely to be problem immediately."

"Except when it makes the whole trigger situation that much worse! Now, if I _don't_let this new problem get a little out of hand, that problem gets worse!"

Vivian's gaze focused more intently on Chester now, her new draconic eyes somehow much more piercing, much more intense. Chester felt something...different. Vivian's look was almost predatory, a grin spreading across her face as she said "Well then...why not let your exhibitionism problem get a _little_out of hand? Surely it wouldn't hurt to let yourself enjoy it a little?"

Chester was suddenly off balance, stuttering a little as she replied "W-what? Vivian, t-that's...that's unlike you, to suggest something like that. Are you...alright?"

Vivian chuckled, the sound sending an odd shiver down Chester's back as she said "Of course, I feel great! I guess...I just feel less worried now. After all, with this new shape...I think we'll be harder than ever to beat. Who could stand before us?"

Chester nodded, and said "Glad to hear it...Vivian. I guess...well, all of us had some slight mental adjustments with our physical changes, right? I know I did...not that I want to talk about it. I guess yours are just...positive? A little more confidence?"

"Indeed. Confidence, I suppose that is the word. Sorry, Ciera, you are correct. We should regroup. Let's step outside the circle."

Karla had witnessed the entire thing, and was less surprised than the others when Ciera won handily. Karla and Ciera knew each other very well, and they each had...well, not exactly secrets, but things that most others didn't know. Ciera was, by all measures, an incredibly powerful mage. The only thing she lacked was focus, and ambition.

It had bothered Karla a little the way Ciera had treated Chester...It wasn't unusual for Ciera to be fiercely loyal, but it was somewhat unusual for her to be that vengeful. There had been a moment there, where Karla could almost swear that Ciera had...enjoyed the thought of Chester struggling with her new consequence. That was worrying.

When they all regrouped, however, Karla felt a little better. Ciera seemed at least a little guilty about what she had done to Chester. She briefly apologized, and then began to speak to the team.

"This artifact is...well, it could be really useful, depending on how creative we are. Whoever wears the glove can force someone to challenge them one-on-one. Apparently, all you need to do is point at someone with the glove on, and you will challenge them to a duel. From that point on, only you and that person can harm each other, superseding all other challenges by the rules of the Tournament, until one of you wins. Frankly, it's hard for me to judge how useful this is. Our most dangerous combatant so far was someone who was all on their own anyways!"

"Yes," Karla said, "But...what about the lamia? Glove would have come in handy then. We're not the only team out here, it has to be pretty useful. Plus, it works at any range, right? As long as you point? So you could challenge someone trying to run away, or something like that."

"In that case, either you or I should have it," Chester said.

"Agreed. That is the best strategy, probably best that Karla have it. One-on-one, she's our best fighter," Vivian replied.

Ciera handed the glove over, and Karla stored it as carefully as she could. It was a little difficult...this replica of Chester's armor lacked easy storage space, other than the bandoleer it had for daggers. Still, she managed to find a place for it.

Chester spoke up next, saying "Well, I suppose this means the dragon's advice is still pretty valuable. Put on a show, right?"

"Yes, Chester, put on a show," Vivian said with a gleam in her eyes.

Chester cleared her throat, her heart fluttering in ways it _definitely_should not be, as she said "Well, Ciera, uh, you'll need to fix Vivian's clothing for her."

"Oh, yes, right away!"

"How much can you change, Ciera? Coloration? Size?"

"Um, I think I could do color, size, but not material. Basically appearance only. And, shape is actually surprisingly hard too, I can just sort of make things bigger or smaller, or make minor adjustments."

Vivian grinned, and said "Add a little gold accent to it, would you? I'd like to stand out a bit more. I'm sure you're quite capable."

Ciera narrowed her eyes, glancing at Chester. Chester sighed, but said nothing. It was clear _something_was different about Vivian.

"Alright, Vivian, I'll get to work on that," Ciera replied.

"And what about Chester's clothes?" Vivian asked, her grin never fading.

"What do you mean?" Chester asked.

"Well, if Chester's going to keep her new problem from making her old_problem worse...she needs to be able to show off a bit more, right? So, you said you could change _size, why not just adjust the size of the clothing that actually covers her, shrink it down a bit, but keep the basic straps and everything the same. Wouldn't you like that, Chester?"

"What? No, of course, I mean, of course I _would_like it, but only because of this stupid exhibitionism thing. I don't want to actually do it."

"Are you so sure? Why don't we try it out? Let Ciera make the adjustments, and then she can change it back at the end of the day."

"No, that's a terrible idea...But...well, just one day? And then..."

"And then you can change it back. No problem. You can do that for her, right Ciera?"

Ciera looked a little uncertain. This was very_pushy for Vivian, but...Ciera realized she was actually a little_frightened of this new Vivian for some reason. Not scared, exactly, just...she felt like at any moment, Vivian could suddenly just...do something. Ciera didn't even know what she was afraid of, just some looming threat. Was this...dragon fear? She realized she'd been staring at Vivian for a while now, and quickly said "Oh, er, yes, I could do that, um...is that okay Chester?"

Chester seemed to be in a similar position, concerned about Vivian's new demeanor. "Well, um...it's okay, just for one day. Might keep the trigger thing suppressed a bit better..."

"Really, Chester?" Karla asked, having watched the whole exchange with mild confusion. "I guess that exhibitionism thing already got to you, hah. Not that I can judge. Just, uh, try not to distract me too much. Actually, that could really be a problem...all of you are already dangers to my concentration every time my eyes wander. If Chester starts wearing even skimpier clothing..."

"Even skimpier?" Chester asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Yes, have you seen this getup? Look at me. This is not armor. This is a costume. Regardless...fine, you guys take care of the clothing adjustments, and then lets get moving."

Thankfully, it didn't take long for Ciera, who was getting a bit better at this. Chester made a snide remark about her settling down as a tailor after the Tournament was over, a comment that made Ciera alter her clothes just a _little_bit skimpier than she had intended. It looked like someone had taken leather armor and tried to make a string bikini out of it.

Chester grumbled the entire time she put it on, but had a hard time hiding how gratifying it seemed to be to wear something that exposing. Something in Chester's brain just..._loved_this now. Putting on a bit of a show...god, she even _wanted_to walk up to Karla and shake her breasts a little, just to see how she'd react.

And Vivian, of course, got her new clothing. Complete with gold trim. Vivian was quite happy with the result, and said as much to Ciera. As they began to walk, with Chester leaving to scout, perhaps a little annoyed that she wasn't going to get to indulge her new fetish for a while, Vivian was lost in thought.

Something was stirring in her. A certain...desire. A certain need, maybe even a hunger. Something possessive.

This was her team. Her friends. Her...something. It was somehow important to her now that they were hers. She would need to consider what this meant, but...for now...well, she could simply watch and wait. This afternoon she was looking forward to her time with Chester. She might _tease_her a little before satisfying her addiction. Just to show her who belonged to who...

She smiled a little, at that last thought.