Mage Wall – The split between worlds (Breast/butt expansion story)

From a window, Abigail watched as the sky darkened. Sun setting behind a copse of trees in the distance. The moon swiftly taking it's place as the largest thing in the sky. And just like Calad told her, the forest changed.

Every living thing she could see, almost in sync, ran for cover. Creatures like her guest, dove into their burrows. The Nere worms blissfully sucking on the trees retreated to the closest bushes. And she even saw a Thuln, one of the mighty kings of this forest, flee for any cover that might fit it.

A few moments later, she saw why. 

The forest lit up with tiny lights. Little things that she first thought were simple bugs. Luminescent and too small to make out the details of their bodies. But she quickly realized that wasn't the case.

They were lights. Formless and without any distinction outside their bright colors. And they were hundreds of them.

More than Abigail could count. More than her brain could even come to terms with. They were a massive swarm of multicolored lights flashing in the dark, weaving through the dark. And every living creature they passed by was quickly drained of life. Most in an instant, but some, like the Thuln managed to put up a fight.

It was a one sided fight, sure to end defeat. But the white beast went down swinging. And when it's killers were done, they moved on. Stopping only when another meal presented itself. 

This cycle of non-stop feasting continued on for the next few minutes. Only slowing down when the Gale flies ran out of abundant prey. And when that happened, the grand swarm, thick like a storm cloud, began to disperse into smaller groups. Chunks of them pouring off and heading out on their own to search for prey.

All while Abigail watched. And when she was done watching, she slammed the window shut. Wooden blinds rattling for a few seconds afterward. Background noise as she got down and started to pace about the small room she'd claimed as her own. Mind abuzz with the horrifying implications of what she just witnessed. Questioning if she was safe.

She wasn't. Not so close to the window, at least. So she closed it, got down and started to pace. Back and forth until she couldn't handle the noise of her own thoughts and headed downstairs, where Calad sat glaring at their guest.

Both turning to look at her as she sat down. The chair beneath her creaking, pleading for her to get up. A cry that went ignored as she tried to get comfortable.

Which turned out to be far easier than she expected. One of the few benefits of her overblown rear. 

More importantly it got Calad's attention. His eyes on her own as she settled, brows creased. Waiting.

She asked her question. "How long?"

"How long until their gone, or that chair gives up?"

She crossed her arms, breasts rising with the support. "The flies. People must have traveled through here before, how'd they do it?"

He leaned forward, arms on his knees. "They didn't travel at night. It's why this fort here was built in the first place. A safe haven from all of Trine forest's dangers."

Abigail frowned. "You're serious."

"Very."

Her frown deepened. "There's no secret underground tunnels or anything? Or some sort of device that they can't stand the presence of?"

He laughed. "No. I wish there was, but there isn't. All we've got is waiting. And then we go as soon as the sun comes up."

Abigail sighed. Deep breath rocking her body, sending a jolt of motion through her chest. Magnified further when she got up and returned upstairs. Taking shelter in the little room at the topmost floor.

Her room now, and for however long it took until dawn broke.

Which, as it turned out, wasn't long. And when it did, Abigail was the first one up. Heading down as soon as the sun blasted it's light through her window. Where once again she found Calad seated in the middle of the main room. Only this time, he was passed out, and their guest had taken refuge on the elf's lap. 

A position it vacated seconds after she entered the room, waking Calad up in the process. And as soon as he was up, Abigail strode past him, and towards the door.

"Morning." He called, still rising from his seat. "I'll be ready in a sec."

She waited. Arms crossed as she leaned against the wall, watching as her guide methodically neatened his clothes. Brushing them off, straightening his collar, and pulling his gloves tight. He even ran his hand down his hair.

And then he was ready, following her out of the fort before taking the lead and taking off. His speed once again apparent as Abigail struggled to keep up. Chasing him as fast as she could, watching the shadows under the trees as she passed. Slowing seconds later when he slowed. Pace settling into something she could actually keep up with. 

"You good?" He asked. 

She nodded. "Yeah."

And then he stopped.

She stopped a full second after. Waiting another moment before walking up behind him.

"What is it?"

"Do you hear that?" He asked, eyes trained on the ground before jumping to one of the trees above. "We're being watched." 

And like a curtain being pulled back, several elves appeared out of thin air. They were all dressed in white robes adorned with a singular red eye, and masks that hid their faces.

"Perceptive." One of them said before stepping to the front of the group. "What gave us away?"

"What do you want?"

"I am Welrun, a watcher of this forest, and my elder, Gouss would like to have a word with you."

"So he sent you to get us?" Calad asked, face dipping into a sneer. 

"He sent us to watch you. Make sure you don't die. And yes, to get you."

And that was when Abigail spoke up. 

"Well, we're kind of in a rush so he's gonna have to wait." She said, and immediately, every eyed turned toward her. 

Under the multitude of Gazes she suddenly felt small. Small and very stupid for speaking up. A feeling she hid behind a face of challenge, glaring at the head of these strangers. His eyes meeting hers through his mask.

A brief moment of eye contact, broken when Calad stepped in between them. 

"We'll go. Just lead the way." He said, returning all attention back to him.

And for it, Abigail almost smacked him. 

"What do you mean, 'We'll go'?"

"I mean exactly that. We're going with them, unless you think you can fight all these guys off on your own."

In that moment, and the next, silence reigned.

Not a soul spoke. There was only the cold void of Abigail's own thoughts as she considered it. And it didn't take her long to acknowledge that she wasn't up to the task. 

She was outnumbered eleven to one. She had no idea how strong they were. And there may have even been more in hiding, waiting for the perfect opportunity to stroke. And what better moment was there than this? They'd just have to jump her all at once, then Calad would follow.

The answer was obvious.

"Fine." She said, and they all nodded.

Excluding Welrun, who gestured for them to follow him, and took off just as quick. Dashing through the trees, his fellow watchers right behind him. And the act of following them was even harder than keeping track of Calad. Mostly on account of the zigzag patterns they seem to move in. Going from one tree to the next like a bolt of lightning ricocheting off everything it came in contact with. 

But eventually, they began to go straight. All moving in single file as they closed in on, what Abigail thought, was the heart of the forest. The red eyes of the trees surrounding them holding an almost otherworldly glow now. Shining brighter and brighter the deeper they went. Before, just as quickly, going dim. As if there eyes were closed.

Which was right as the watchers came to a stop. A massive village appearing out of thin air a few moments after. A thing of wooden homes built into the trees, and tents hung high. Every structure, big or small, connected by a little bridge or wooden vines. 

It was a wonder, in a way. A marvel of engineering that the watchers nonchalantly strode into. Every elf in the nearby vicinity to stop and stare. Eyes lingering on them for a few scant moments before skipping over to her and Calad. Sizing him up in seconds and then landing on her. Which is where they stayed for a while. First, no doubt, in awe of her size - she couldn't tell if it was the good kind of not. And then onto her appearance.

The lack of pointed ears, blonde hair, or piercing blue or green eyes.

She was an anomaly. And that how she felt as the watchers led them right to the largest structure in the village. A hollowed out tree right in the center of it all. Several more watchers watching them as they approached, hands at their hips, ready to draw hidden blades. Gaze intensifying as she walked past them and into the tree.

And inside the tree, there was no light. It was pitch black like the night sky on a starless night. Yet, despite that, somehow she could see a lone figure across from her. Feel him, even.

Old and withering, hairs grey and his eyes red, anger in his veins as he lifted his head to look at her.

He was the elder. And he seemed very upset.