[ Companionably stuffing their faces, he finishes off his sandwich in a few bites and starts cracking open the couple of clams he tossed in the sack, easy to transport. Fjord wraps an arm around Molly's side and pauses between swallowing down the slimy seafood, humming happily, to nose at Molly's shoulder. ]
[ Molly figures he's gotten the clams from the waters around the ship, and smiles as Fjord sucks down a few of them. It's gross and hilarious and Molly laughs, leaning close to the half-orc as he reaches for some of the cheese and meat to go with his bread. Not quite a sandwich, but torn into little bitesize treats. ]
[ He has to be honest about that. This was a traumatizing thing, and he's so tired mentally. The idea of just beachcombing, search rockpools and sit with their feet in the (safe) water sounds like just what he needs right now. ]
[ Famous last words; Fjord freezes mid-kiss to that shoulder again, dropping the rest of the melon in his hand. He grunts and pulls back to rub his chest, then gasps as a ripple of pain rushes through his body and his knees give out with a thud, dropping him to the wooden floor in a heap. ]
Argh!
[ All he can think of is the heat suddenly coursing out through his body, warming his skin, and it emanates from his core ... or his stomach? Gasping where he drops forward, he screws his eyes shut to stave off panic. His hair starts to grow and his body adjusts its frame, muscles shifting into something slighter but still as tall. His gasps get ever so slightly higher. ]
[ Molly freezes as well, looking at Fjord in horror. What was happening now? What else was going to be thrown on them in this fucking mess of a place? He's so worried, kneeling down on the floor with him and placing a hand on Fjord's chest like he can heal a heart attack or whatever the fuck this is, but it is... expanding? Softening?
Oh. ]
Where did you get the clams, love?
[ Molly had barely changed at all when he switched sex, but Fjord... well. ]
You're okay, honey. You're fine, it's just some island magic.
[ Groggy, he sits back on his haunches and catches his breath, fighting with the long hair that tries to suffocate him and whipping it backwards. His eyes widen as his panting slows and he grabs his breasts, whimpering in both shock and astonishment when he feels them. ]
Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Um. [ The clams? Shit. Shit!! ] Fuck, shit, fuck! Off a feast table up at the hall place, it didn't look suspicious! People were enjoying it! [ And then, ] Ah! My voice! My dick!
[ Peering under his trousers, his (her) face turns a paler green. ]
[ Molly strokes that long hair back and ties it slightly so it will not fall forward again. He's trying his best to not chuckle, and kisses Fjord's head. ]
Don't worry, love. It was temporary during that feast thing before, so there's no doubt it will be again. Otherwise we have my potions.
[ Whining, she takes another look and rubs her face to centre herself, then glances up quickly at Molly. Up being a relative term. ]
Shit, I'm sorry. You don't need to deal with this on top of everything else. I shouldn't have taken those damn clams! I got lazy and let my guard down like an idiot.
I guess I can survive an hour ... being a hot bitch.
[ Grumbling gamely (if only to keep Molly smiling like that), he pecks Molly on the cheek and it feels so odd to have skin-on-skin there in lieu of his beard. He starts to get up and wobbles a bit, his mind wired for a different centre of gravity. ]
Whoa, this is weird.
[ He leans back on the table, the large breasts straining his tshirt as his hips do the same in his trousers. ]
[ Putting his shoulders back, he shakes his upper half and pulls a face, bringing an arm underneath his new breasts to support them. ]
Ow, oh. That's less fun than I thought it would be.
[ Still taller than Molly, he wraps an arm around his neck and reels him in, tongue poking out as Fjord concentrates and squashes his new chest between them with a sigh of relief. ]
That's so much better, just stay there. I'm not even embarrassed right now.
[ That has him laughing again, and he reaches to cup the breasts to hold them for Fjord. His hands are not quite big enough, but he'll happily be a living bra. ]
I should have known that big chest was going to be a big chest. They're lovely.
[ A back killer, but lovely. ]
Sorry about the dick, love. Do you think you're a virgin too, or was that a present from the potions?
[ That makes Molly laugh again and he kisses the half-orc sweetly. ]
I don't think so, love. I'm just joking with you.
[ He moves those tjitties to his shoulders (careful to not squish or poke them with his horns) and combs through Fjord's hair again, starting a braid that will keep it more securely out of his face. ]
Relax. I know it's weird, but also a once-in-a-lifetime experience that is reversible.
[ His heart is weak for sweet gestures like that, able to see Molly a lot better with the braid finished. He kisses him back gratefully and licks his way into that familiar mouth after days spent worrying he would never get to taste him again, prepared to just provide pecks on the cheek for as long as the Empty One needed to keep his walls up but incredibly relieved that's all a moot point now. Fjord can't deny that he likes the heat of Molly's mouth under his, the sweep of a forked tongue that melts his spine has him relaxing more than he has since he sprouted wider hips and leaning into his boyfriend's space.
In between the hot press of kisses, he exhales a long, deep breath of relief and curls a fist in the back of Molly's shirt. It's not unlike the sensation of getting hard when he tilts forward to feel more of him, except for how the pleasure spreads so much faster across his lower half, matching the beat of his heart. ]
[ Molly's heart flutters at the deepening of that kiss, and he missed it. Lips and tongue and sweet sounds, mouthing over a tusk and smiling against the half-orc like his heart is about to jump out of his chest. ]
I missed you too. I missed us, I missed knowing how much I love you.
[ He can't quite resist touching Fjord and those clever hands slide inside that straining shirt to better cup those breasts. It wasn't as easy as running his hands down strong but well-fed pecs, but he likes it. ]
Can I touch you like this, or is it too weird for you?
[ Molly stops at that and instead leans to the half-orc with a smile. ]
Fair enough, love. I understand.
[ Not everyone had his loose sense of gender, so if it bothers Fjord then he's not going to touch. Reaching over, the pours himself more juice to drink. ]
[ Molly curls his tail around Fjord as they eat. Hearing him talk about his oath like that makes the tiefling's heart warm, and he leans against those smaller shoulders. ]
It sounds perfect. Explore the world, see every port there is. I want to experience everything, so we're a good match.
[ The idea of being on the sea and doing all these things are making him so happy. ]
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This is so much better.
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[ A bit of fruit chases away the salty tang of the clams, munching some melon slices before he kisses Molly's cheek. He's thoughtful like that! ]
Do you want to stay here for a few days? We can go beach-combing and chill out, look for shells in the rock-pools or whatever.
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[ He has to be honest about that. This was a traumatizing thing, and he's so tired mentally. The idea of just beachcombing, search rockpools and sit with their feet in the (safe) water sounds like just what he needs right now. ]
I want that. I want us.
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[ Famous last words; Fjord freezes mid-kiss to that shoulder again, dropping the rest of the melon in his hand. He grunts and pulls back to rub his chest, then gasps as a ripple of pain rushes through his body and his knees give out with a thud, dropping him to the wooden floor in a heap. ]
Argh!
[ All he can think of is the heat suddenly coursing out through his body, warming his skin, and it emanates from his core ... or his stomach? Gasping where he drops forward, he screws his eyes shut to stave off panic. His hair starts to grow and his body adjusts its frame, muscles shifting into something slighter but still as tall. His gasps get ever so slightly higher. ]
Mo ... Molly?
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Oh. ]
Where did you get the clams, love?
[ Molly had barely changed at all when he switched sex, but Fjord... well. ]
You're okay, honey. You're fine, it's just some island magic.
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[ Groggy, he sits back on his haunches and catches his breath, fighting with the long hair that tries to suffocate him and whipping it backwards. His eyes widen as his panting slows and he grabs his breasts, whimpering in both shock and astonishment when he feels them. ]
Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Um. [ The clams? Shit. Shit!! ] Fuck, shit, fuck! Off a feast table up at the hall place, it didn't look suspicious! People were enjoying it! [ And then, ] Ah! My voice! My dick!
[ Peering under his trousers, his (her) face turns a paler green. ]
... Nope.
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Don't worry, love. It was temporary during that feast thing before, so there's no doubt it will be again. Otherwise we have my potions.
[ He rubs Fjord's back a little. ]
I'm jealous of your hair.
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[ Whining, she takes another look and rubs her face to centre herself, then glances up quickly at Molly. Up being a relative term. ]
Shit, I'm sorry. You don't need to deal with this on top of everything else. I shouldn't have taken those damn clams! I got lazy and let my guard down like an idiot.
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It's okay, this is a fixable problem. A little funny, too, but I have my potions here if you want it. I think it will end in about an hour or so.
[ He realizes not everyone has his view on gender and it might be a little traumatic for Fjord. At the same time... green titties. ]
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[ Grumbling gamely (if only to keep Molly smiling like that), he pecks Molly on the cheek and it feels so odd to have skin-on-skin there in lieu of his beard. He starts to get up and wobbles a bit, his mind wired for a different centre of gravity. ]
Whoa, this is weird.
[ He leans back on the table, the large breasts straining his tshirt as his hips do the same in his trousers. ]
Oh, wow.
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[ Molly purrs and nuzzles that smooth cheek. It's odd, but still Fjord. Just a little different. ]
Shoulders back a bit, love. Those look heavy.
[ Same mass but relocated made some big curves, unlike Molly's more petite ones. Those breasts were a sight. ]
Those are definitely going to escape.
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Ow, oh. That's less fun than I thought it would be.
[ Still taller than Molly, he wraps an arm around his neck and reels him in, tongue poking out as Fjord concentrates and squashes his new chest between them with a sigh of relief. ]
That's so much better, just stay there. I'm not even embarrassed right now.
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I should have known that big chest was going to be a big chest. They're lovely.
[ A back killer, but lovely. ]
Sorry about the dick, love. Do you think you're a virgin too, or was that a present from the potions?
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[ His already higher voice creeps up a notch as his eyes turn into saucers. ]
I don't know ... Am I — Am I supposed to know that?
[ Is it something women can feel?! ]
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I don't think so, love. I'm just joking with you.
[ He moves those tjitties to his shoulders (careful to not squish or poke them with his horns) and combs through Fjord's hair again, starting a braid that will keep it more securely out of his face. ]
Relax. I know it's weird, but also a once-in-a-lifetime experience that is reversible.
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[ He hugs Molly properly, kissing his forehead, and almost suffocates him without realising as he focuses on the fingers in his hair instead. ]
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There. That works, now I can see your face better.
[ He places a kiss on fuller lips, finding smaller tusks. It's cute and stupid, and he can't help the pleased purr. ]
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In between the hot press of kisses, he exhales a long, deep breath of relief and curls a fist in the back of Molly's shirt. It's not unlike the sensation of getting hard when he tilts forward to feel more of him, except for how the pleasure spreads so much faster across his lower half, matching the beat of his heart. ]
I missed you.
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I missed you too. I missed us, I missed knowing how much I love you.
[ He can't quite resist touching Fjord and those clever hands slide inside that straining shirt to better cup those breasts. It wasn't as easy as running his hands down strong but well-fed pecs, but he likes it. ]
Can I touch you like this, or is it too weird for you?
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His hands cover Molly's to bring them out of his shirt, preferring them over it, and he parts the kiss. ]
Bit weird, sorry.
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Fair enough, love. I understand.
[ Not everyone had his loose sense of gender, so if it bothers Fjord then he's not going to touch. Reaching over, the pours himself more juice to drink. ]
Tell me your favorite memory of the sea.
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[ He does the same as Molly and picks at the food, an arm still draped around him as they pick at the meal. ]
She asked if I wanted to explore the oceans that were uncharted, to always be on the move, and I said yes. She knew me better than anyone.
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It sounds perfect. Explore the world, see every port there is. I want to experience everything, so we're a good match.
[ The idea of being on the sea and doing all these things are making him so happy. ]