Mischievous Precursors

In a land far away there was once a civilization of creatures knows as Zykrirs. Magical powers they possessed couldn't be matched even by those of greatest wizards of present, yet Zykrirs were a benevolent race and only used their powers to create their beautiful crafts and build their magnificent underground cities.

Though their masters are long gone, these settlements stay unscathed by this day. Still loaded with treasure and artifacts. For a reason.

"Aand... all done." Eria muffled to herself, as she removed a tiny gear from its axis. Now she could finally proceed without fear of getting a terminal case of wedgie or whatever this mechanism was designed to give her.

Yes, Zykrirs were a benevolent race, but they weren't dumb or naive. Countless times their neighbors, the ancient human tribes, tried to get hands their wealth, yet any attacking forces soon returned to their homes ashamed and humiliated. But never dead or injured, of course - Zykrir society viewed such use of power equal to abusing kittens. They could swap places of one's helm and loincloth, or turn their hair into feathers and limbs into tentacles, or give a pair of breasts to a male and a beard to a female.

And when humans resorted to sending stealthy thieves instead of raiding, Zykrirs used their magical and engineering genius to fill the corridors of their cities with various traps, each one with an unique embarrassing effect.

Zykrirs were a race of incorrigible pranksters.

"Ngaaah!" Halfling rogue jumped forward, just as the floor under her feet sank slightly. There was a barrage of wet splashes - if not for her reaction, Eria would now be covered head to toe in the disgusting sticky slime. She looked over her shoulder, noticing that all the splatters on the walls quickly vanished. The only sign that the trap was ever been triggered was a small green stain on halfling's shirt.

"Of course!" She hissed in annoyance. It wasn't the first sign that traps were renewing themselves. There was no way she was the first picklock who walked through this corridors, yet all mechanisms still worked like clock. Not good, taking in account that Eria will have to go this path once more on her way back.

"Anyway" she thought "if I'd be the first one to reach treasury, nothing else would matter then."

Among all thieves of the continent it was the greatest achievement. But no one yet returned from Zykrir ruins with anything else than a hilarious body dimorphism or a fallen pride.

Eria was damn determined to be the first.

Thankfully, the next trap was much more obvious. A thin fishing line, almost resembling a spider web, was stretched on the level of halfling's torso. She ducked under it and made a careful step...

SNAP

Obeying her reflexes, the rogue jumped just as she did before, but this time too late. Lots of lassoes, controlled by magical aim, were launched in her direction, and a couple of them successfully tightened around her ankles. She squeaked, as she was quickly being hanged upside down. And then a narrow metal tube appeared from the ceiling, pierced through her pants and stuck right into her butt.

"Ooh!" Eria gasped in disbelief, blushing from shock and embarrassment. In a split second she started to feel an intermittent flow of a liquid inside. The shirt on her belly bulged up a little, and then more, and more, and more.

She was being pumped up.

It all was happening so quickly, that when she tried to bend over and reach for the fetters, her tummy already had grown too big for her to do so. It was swelling with each second, growing in every direction, while Eria helplessly tried to free herself.

It didn't took very long for her to understand that it was pointless.

"Calm down, girl..." she spoke to herself "This things don't kill, merely ridicule. And you're not some puffed up proudling, right?"

She looked down on her inflating stomach, just as the shirt failed to contain it. Buttons popped off, the sound echoing through the ancient corridors, and the taut pale orb expanding outward. Pumping slowed down, yet Eria could still feel the liquid flow through her body, her skin slowly stretching, and pressure within growing, giving her a ticklish sensation down below her distended belly. It was a little confusing, to be honest. She'd never thought she would enjoy being turned into a water balloon, but, well, you can never know until you try. She gently rubbed her hands around the surface of her belly, and then slightly patted it, letting out a subtle moan. Following the flow she ran them up to her breasts, surprised as she found them growing too.

She squeezed them a bit to make it certain.

Yep, they were getting bigger. Usually quite small, now they were nicely plump. Eria bit her bottom lip playfully, as a guess appeared in her head: surely there was one more place for the flow to relocate.

Oh yes! Her thighs too filled up, and where was once a tiny booty, her hands found two full and juicy butt cheeks. And she surely wasn't at her fullest yet!

With a prurient smile she explored and caressed her bloated form, her mind clouded by the intoxicating feeling of size - a pleasure yet unknown to a halfling. And all along, the mechanism steadily kept pumping, shaming its creators for overlooking the possibility of victim's enjoyment.

Pump. Pump. Pump.

Button on the pants was soon sent flying, and all its leftover comrades from the shirt followed shortly after. Eria was becoming spherical, with her belly, now the size of a parade balloon, in the center of attention, though for no doubt beautifully adorned by the two huge orbs of her breasts and the delightful curves of her hips. And in the very middle of it was a cute outie of her belly button, its pinkish shade contrasting with the paleness of the skin everywhere else.

Pump. Pump. Pump.

CREEAAK

This clothes just weren't meant to contain something that big, and with a tearing sound they burst off, leaving the bloated girl completely naked. She moaned audibly, as the cold air of the dungeon blew around her swollen body.

Pump. Pump. Pump.

CREEAAK

Eria stayed oblivious to the sound, though now it was a bit different, and definitely wasn't coming from her clothes, now laying in rags on the floor below.

Pump. Pump. Pump.

CREEEAAAK

Well, this time it was too loud to ignore. The rogue opened her eyes, a little wet from orgasmic pleasure, and tried to find the source of it.

Pump. Pump. Pump.

CREEEEAAAAK

Her eyes widened in fear, as she realized it was coming from her body. Her colossal, overinflated body. She carefully poked her belly, but its skin didn't give a little. It was so taut and stretched, that it grew almost transparent.

Pumps weren't stopping for a second.

Eria started to panic. She tried to calm herself down by remembering all the stories and rumors she heard about Zykrirs and this place.
They don't kill or harm! They wouldn't! They couldn't!

But she grew. And grew.

And grew.

Soon all her thoughts were replaced by the rambling pleas to all known gods. She struggled in vain, flailing her puffy arms. She whined and screamed for help, but to no avail.

Zykrirs, indeed, would never create a device that could harm a human.

But they never heard about halflings.

There was a loud wet bang, that resonated from the walls, and the whole underground city shuddered, shaking off its centuries-old dust.

The flow of water stopped few seconds later. The tube and the ropes receded back into the walls. What was left was only Eria.

***

"I told you it would be better if I just threw you over it." Said a muscular man with a smirk, as he was stomping down the corridor along with his two companions.

"Nobody throws a gnome!" Answered the bard, looking rather resentful. Like if being all covered in slime wasn't enough of a punishment for her.

"And I told YOU, brawn-for-brains, that we should've got ourselves a thief, and not this shriek-emitter." Arrogantly remarked the elven wizard, while her skin changed its color again: now it was green with pink dots.

The big guy couldn't help but laugh. It was just impossible to take her serious like that.

Meanwhile, there was another trap right ahead.

"Classic." Said the wizard, as she casted a spell to highlight the fishing line.

"This place looks kinda... brown, don't you think?" Said the warrior, touching the unusually colored wall with his finger.

"You don't say, idiot." snarled the wizard "Probably some pour-shit-on-them trap again. Lets send the shorty forward."

"Hey!"

"What? You're all spat upon already anyway. Just go!"

The gnome girl hesistated a little, but she just didn't had the character to confront her 'friend'. She stepped to the trigger and pulled it, shrinking as she prepared for something gross to be poured over her.

But what happened instead, none of the adventurers was expecting.