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hydral"Well that was an adventure. If I'm bein' nice about it."
Vanessa's tone summed up everyone's feelings. That had been a tough fight, tough enough that it had been a relatively huge team effort and everyone except Issei got cursed. It was a relief they could retreat to what was actually a super fancy safehouse - a nice beachhouse, hidden in the palm groves, with both a pool to sit beside and a private beach right there, all promising to be very inviting places to rest once the sun came up the next day.
Vanessa was amazing how natural that felt, because hers was the first line. This was one of Scheherazade's fantasies, or more accurately a continuation of their less abusive but no less hedonistic take on the taimanin mythos. Vanessa - and Ann, Narmaya, Medusa, and the dolls - all felt tired like they'd had a tough fight, but still had the endurance to wind down and assess themselves before resting.
Which was just as well, since the "curse" had left everyone affected without a chest, or more accurately, without tits. It was kind of surreal seeing a bunch of women who were normally rocking double D's at the absolute smallest walking around as ironing boards, with their taimanin suits shrunk to match. Vanessa suspected the supernatural nature of the setting they were in was the main reason she didn't feel off-balance.
"So what are we gonna do about..." Ann touched her flat chest, clearly bothered by it. "...this?"
"With the demon slain, it will wear off." Medusa was a rehabilitated monster in this setting. So she had her yellow scales and claws on her hands and feet, and was tall as her gorgon form, but lacked the tails a snake-hair. "Eventually."
"How long is eventually?" Bastet grumbled.
"Maybe a month. Then they'll start growing back the same speed they did the first time."
Vanessa's tone summed up everyone's feelings. That had been a tough fight, tough enough that it had been a relatively huge team effort and everyone except Issei got cursed. It was a relief they could retreat to what was actually a super fancy safehouse - a nice beachhouse, hidden in the palm groves, with both a pool to sit beside and a private beach right there, all promising to be very inviting places to rest once the sun came up the next day.
Vanessa was amazing how natural that felt, because hers was the first line. This was one of Scheherazade's fantasies, or more accurately a continuation of their less abusive but no less hedonistic take on the taimanin mythos. Vanessa - and Ann, Narmaya, Medusa, and the dolls - all felt tired like they'd had a tough fight, but still had the endurance to wind down and assess themselves before resting.
Which was just as well, since the "curse" had left everyone affected without a chest, or more accurately, without tits. It was kind of surreal seeing a bunch of women who were normally rocking double D's at the absolute smallest walking around as ironing boards, with their taimanin suits shrunk to match. Vanessa suspected the supernatural nature of the setting they were in was the main reason she didn't feel off-balance.
"So what are we gonna do about..." Ann touched her flat chest, clearly bothered by it. "...this?"
"With the demon slain, it will wear off." Medusa was a rehabilitated monster in this setting. So she had her yellow scales and claws on her hands and feet, and was tall as her gorgon form, but lacked the tails a snake-hair. "Eventually."
"How long is eventually?" Bastet grumbled.
"Maybe a month. Then they'll start growing back the same speed they did the first time."
