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<<set $resistance to "medium">>
It feels like a spike is being driven through your mind. The closer you get to your memories, the more it hurts.
Perhaps if you focused on one thing at a time?
[[Try and remember your name|Name and Job]]
[[Give up, for now|Look About]]<<set $recall to "vague">>You remember your <<set $name = prompt("Please enter your name","Jack")>>name. $name.
You were - are - a:
[[Blacksmith|Memory: Blacksmith]]
[[Merchant|Memory: Merchant]]
[[Hero|Memory: Hero]]
[[Thief|Memory: Thief]]
[[Lazy Good for nothing. ...At least, according to your family.|Memory: Unemployed]]
[[Transgirl|Memory: Transgirl]]
<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $memory to "a blacksmith">><<set $origin to "blacksmith">><<set $body to "a blacksmith">><<set $job to "a blacksmith">><<set $resistance to "high">><<set $strength to "strong">>You remember, now: You're a blacksmith. Your well muscled arms speak of the trade, along with the occasional burn mark where the fires singed your skin.
Your dark black beard hides more than a few charred hairs where the flame bit at you, but you've never been willing to shave it off. You've always known you'll retire one day, and settle down. You don't want those embers touching your bare skin in the meantime.
It had been just the other day that you'd received a special request. Heavy iron chains, to be delivered to the wizard tower that rested on the hill. You had always avoided that place, before, like everyone else. A man should be more grounded than to mess around with forces they didn't understand.
Fifty gold coins for an armful of steel chains overcame your objections, though. It would have been enough to put your hammer down for good! Just so long as you took it with you, to bash away any strange magical creatures and make sure you got paid. People said iron was the best defense against magic, anyway.
The walk up from town had been pretty peaceful, actually. No ghouls leaped out at you, and no animals tried to maul you. The tower had always appeared tilted in the distance, like it was going to fall over. That must have been some of that weird magic, though, because up close it was tall and sturdy. There was a house at the base of it, where the wizard probably lived. When you got closer, it seemed more like a mansion. Someone wealthy and powerful lived there. Someone who could afford to pay 50 gold coins.
A blush colored your cheeks behind the beard as you knocked on the door. You feel suddenly uncomfortable. Like you don't belong in a place this grand. Before you could question it, though, the door opened up and...
[[You can't remember anything else.|Look About]]<<set $history to "You're a blacksmith. Your well muscled arms speak of the trade, along with the occasional burn mark where the fires singed your skin.<br /><br />Your dark black beard hides more than a few charred hairs where the flame bit at you, but you've never been willing to shave it off. You've always known you'll retire one day, and settle down. You don't want those embers touching your bare skin in the meantime.<br /><br />It had been just the other day that you'd received a special request. Heavy iron chains, to be delivered to the wizard tower that rested on the hill. You had always avoided that place, before, like everyone else. A man should be more grounded than to mess around with forces they didn't understand.<br /><br />Fifty gold coins for an armful of steel chains overcame your objections, though. It would have been enough to put your hammer down for good! Just so long as you took it with you, to bash away any strange magical creatures and make sure you got paid. People said iron was the best defense against magic, anyway.<br /><br />The walk up from town had been pretty peaceful, actually. No ghouls leaped out at you, and no animals tried to maul you. The tower had always appeared tilted in the distance, like it was going to fall over. That must have been some of that weird magic, though, because up close it was tall and sturdy. There was a house at the base of it, where the wizard probably lived. When you got closer, it seemed more like a mansion. Someone wealthy and powerful lived there. Someone who could afford to pay 50 gold coins.<br /><br />A blush colored your cheeks behind the beard as you knocked on the door. You feel suddenly uncomfortable. Like you don't belong in a place this grand. Before you could question it, though, the door opened up and... You ended up here.">><<if $resistance is "medium">>The pain fades. <<endif>>Your mind returns to the outside world. It's easier to focus, now, but your view remains the same. Colored glass bottles, an oak door you can't reach. Your own body, naked and bound.
You can just make out the bindings on your arms. Metal cuffs, held in place by large hand turned screws. One of them looks just a little less tight, though.
[[Perhaps you can pull free?|Attempt to escape]]
[[It's best not to bother|Introductions]]<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $memory to "a merchant">><<set $origin to "merchant">><<set $body to "a merchant">><<set $job to "a merchant">><<set $resistance to "high">>You remember, now: You're a merchant. You've traveled far and wide, always with a smile on your clean shaven face. Your fingernails are perfectly cut, and your hands are free of calluses. It's important that you show your customers a successful and wealthy merchant - soft hands, and a little bit of belly... though that's mostly been generated by a little cushioning tucked into your shirt.
Truthfully, there's been more exercise in your life than you'd admit. Heavy gloves are all that's protected you from calluses when you were pushing your cart out of ditches. An unfortunate amount of your merchandise came to you from questionable sources, and as for the rest - you mostly had to search for it yourself.
You don't know how many empty ruins and old dungeons you had entered, only to find nothing but dust and stone. Perhaps a pretty jar or other trinket that you could sell to the superstitious.
One day, perhaps you'll have enough money to ride on a horse and let yourself grow fat. You'll have servants on staff who dress themselves only in the flimsiest bits of silk, and you'll sell only the finest of goods - at the highest costs, of course! Occasionally your mind has even dared to dream of an estate. Taking a noblewoman as your wife and raising a high born heir. One who'd never have to fear a blister ruining his image or career.
Those are all dreams of the future, though. When you came to this tower, you were little more than a traveling salesman hoping to pass some goods off on an eccentric wizard. Although you didn't expect much from someone who lived in such a dingy and ramshackle tower, you'd thought he might buy off a few old jars or bowls or food for a spell of good fortune. The way the locals talked, it wasn't as if he went into town that often. They certainly never delivered to //him// either.
Your plans began to change as you grew closer to the tower. The structure seemed to straighten itself before your eyes, growing grander and taller with every step. The grime and dirt was washed away, likely an illusion to scare off intruders.
There was even a house at the bottom of the tower, though you couldn't recall seeing it earlier. It grew before your eyes into a sprawling mansion, with tall white pillars and ivy along its walls.
Whoever lived in that house must have money, and power. The idea of selling them pottery or fruit suddenly seemed like the most ridiculous thing you could imagine. You thought instead of a small red gem you'd chiseled out of an old statue's eye. The locals had been too superstitious to part with money, and others hadn't been willing to trust in its worth. A wizard, though, would surely know if it was magical! Just thinking what they might pay for it made your mouth water, and you worked the reigns of your horse to move faster toward the wizard's dwelling. Barely waiting for your cart to stop, you hopped down to the ground and knocked on the door.
[[That's the last thing you remember.|Look About]]<<set $history to "You're a merchant. You've traveled far and wide, always with a smile on your clean shaven face. Your fingernails are perfectly cut, and your hands are free of calluses. It's important that you show your customers a successful and wealthy merchant - soft hands, and a little bit of belly... though that's mostly been generated by a little cushioning tucked into your shirt.<br /><br />Truthfully, there's been more exercise in your life than you'd admit. Heavy gloves are all that's protected you from calluses when you were pushing your cart out of ditches. An unfortunate amount of your merchandise came to you from questionable sources, and as for the rest - you mostly had to search for it yourself. <br /><br />You don't know how many empty ruins and old dungeons you had entered, only to find nothing but dust and stone. Perhaps a pretty jar or other trinket that you could sell to the superstitious.<br /><br />One day, perhaps you'll have enough money to ride on a horse and let yourself grow fat. You'll have servants on staff who dress themselves only in the flimsiest bits of silk, and you'll sell only the finest of goods - at the highest costs, of course! Occasionally your mind has even dared to dream of an estate. Taking a noblewoman as your wife and raising a high born heir. One who'd never have to fear a blister ruining his image or career.<br /><br />Those are all dreams of the future, though. When you came to this tower, you were little more than a traveling salesman hoping to pass some goods off on an eccentric wizard. Although you didn't expect much from someone who lived in such a dingy and ramshackle tower, you'd thought he might buy off a few old jars or bowls or food for a spell of good fortune. The way the locals talked, it wasn't as if he went into town that often. They certainly never delivered to //him// either.<br /><br />Your plans began to change as you grew closer to the tower. The structure seemed to straighten itself before your eyes, growing grander and taller with every step. The grime and dirt was washed away, likely an illusion to scare off intruders.<br /><br />There was even a house at the bottom of the tower, though you couldn't recall seeing it earlier. It grew before your eyes into a sprawling mansion, with tall white pillars and ivy along its walls.<br /><br />Whoever lived in that house must have money, and power. The idea of selling them pottery or fruit suddenly seemed like the most ridiculous thing you could imagine. You thought instead of a small red gem you'd chiseled out of an old statue's eye. The locals had been too superstitious to part with money, and others hadn't been willing to trust in its worth. A wizard, though, would surely know if it was magical! Just thinking what they might pay for it made your mouth water, and you worked the reigns of your horse to move faster toward the wizard's dwelling. Barely waiting for your cart to stop, you hopped down to the ground and knocked on the door. The next thing you remember is waking up here.">><<set $recall to "clear">><<set $memory to "a thief">><<set $origin to "thief">><<set $body to "a thief">><<set $job to "a thief">><<set $resistance to "high">>You remember, now: You're a thief! A pretty good one, too. Your nimble fingers had never failed to lighten a man's purse, or pick the lock on any merchant's door. To make it in the big times, though, you needed more than that.
The thieve's guild had set up a little test for you. A wizard's tower, that overlooked a small town. Apparently a bit of an isolationist, no one had seen him in some years. No one was even sure he lived. That didn't mean there weren't traps, of course, but you'd been assured this place had been carefully vetted. Not that you had any ability to refuse.
All you had to do was slip your way inside and pick up a souvenir. Someone would be watching to make sure you actually carried out the mission, and to report back if you failed. You were heavily advised //not// to fail, but that risk wasn't even on your mind when you set out.
As an official member of the guild you'd be able to do more than clip the occasional tourist's purse. You'd be able to collect insurance from the local shop keeps, maybe even rob a few mansions. You'd always dreamed of swooping your way into a palace. Maybe meeting a princess you could regale with a few stories. If you get high enough in the guild, you'll have all the tools and maps needed for any job that you take on.
Stealing a horse, you'd taken you'd taken off for the wizard's home. Unable to sleep from excitement, you had pushed through the night, only slowing when the tall tower came into view. It had been a long trip - but seeing your destination made your heart sink.
Was this the guild's idea of a joke? A cruel way to humiliate would-be members? To test a thieve's skill meant giving them a //challenge//. What you saw before you was little more than a ruin, tilted almost to its side and covered with grime.
Your imagination raced ahead, while your horse slowed. With a tower so old, the door would likely fall apart before you could dare to pick it. Worst of all, you worried that you'd find the place already cleaned out by other thieves. If you couldn't bring anything back to the guild, they'd have your //bones// picked clean next.
You knew you couldn't run. There was someone watching you. You just had to keep going forward, heart in your shoes as the horse plodded around. Step by step, closer to death. Except as you got closer, your perspective started to change.
The tower became taller, standing straighter before your eyes. The grimy walls became dark stone, smooth as ice. Where before you had seen only a tower, now there was a house. No, a mansion - a sprawling white mansion built of marble that covered the entire hill top.
There had to be magic at work. You knew that you should be careful, but you urged the horse forward instead. You practically leapt from its back, fumbling with your tools and drawing out the most delicate of picks as you reached for the door. The golden knob rattled.
[[That's the last thing you remember.|Look About]]<<set $history to "You're a thief! A pretty good one, too. Your nimble fingers had never failed to lighten a man's purse, or pick the lock on any merchant's door. To make it in the big times, though, you needed more than that.<br /><br />The thieve's guild had set up a little test for you. A wizard's tower, that overlooked a small town. Apparently a bit of an isolationist, no one had seen him in some years. No one was even sure he lived. That didn't mean there weren't traps, of course, but you'd been assured this place had been carefully vetted. Not that you had any ability to refuse.<br /><br />All you had to do was slip your way inside and pick up a souvenir. Someone would be watching to make sure you actually carried out the mission, and to report back if you failed. You were heavily advised //not// to fail, but that risk wasn't even on your mind when you set out.<br /><br />As an official member of the guild you'd be able to do more than clip the occasional tourist's purse. You'd be able to collect insurance from the local shop keeps, maybe even rob a few mansions. You'd always dreamed of swooping your way into a palace. Maybe meeting a princess you could regale with a few stories. If you get high enough in the guild, you'll have all the tools and maps needed for any job that you take on.<br /><br />Stealing a horse, you'd taken you'd taken off for the wizard's home. Unable to sleep from excitement, you had pushed through the night, only slowing when the tall tower came into view. It had been a long trip - but seeing your destination made your heart sink.<br /><br />Was this the guild's idea of a joke? A cruel way to humiliate would-be members? To test a thieve's skill meant giving them a //challenge//. What you saw before you was little more than a ruin, tilted almost to its side and covered with grime.<br /><br />Your imagination raced ahead, while your horse slowed. With a tower so old, the door would likely fall apart before you could dare to pick it. Worst of all, you worried that you'd find the place already cleaned out by other thieves. If you couldn't bring anything back to the guild, they'd have your //bones// picked clean next.<br /><br />You knew you couldn't run. There was someone watching you. You just had to keep going forward, heart in your shoes as the horse plodded around. Step by step, closer to death. Except as you got closer, your perspective started to change.<br /><br />The tower became taller, standing straighter before your eyes. The grimy walls became dark stone, smooth as ice. Where before you had seen only a tower, now there was a house. No, a mansion - a sprawling white mansion built of marble that covered the entire hill top.<br /><br />There had to be magic at work. You knew that you should be careful, but you urged the horse forward instead. You practically leapt from its back, fumbling with your tools and drawing out the most delicate of picks as you reached for the door. The golden knob rattled. The next thing you remember is waking up on that table.">>
<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $memory to "unemployed">><<set $origin to "unemployed">><<set $body to "unemployed">><<set $job to "an unemployed slob">><<set $resistance to "high">>You remember, now: You're a lazy good for nothing! ...At least, according to your family. The description always seemed a bit harsh, to you.
Sure, you were a bit out of shape. You didn't work, so there wasn't much reason to move about. You had a black thumb, so working on the family farm was pretty much out of the question. You didn't actually have a lot of outside skills... you //did// help with the cooking, sometimes! Mostly because you didn't want to eat your mother's slop.
Then last week you fell asleep in your chair and almost burned the house down. They'd stopped letting you into the kitchen, after that - and then they yelled at you for being a useless lump in your chair! Like it was your fault they'd taken away the only thing you were good at.
You'd begun spending most of your time in bed, after that. Sometimes your mother would peek in and tell you dinner was ready. She never looked at you, anymore, but had tears in her eyes. Your father would peer in to glare at you, yelling to get your "fat ass" out of bed or you'd regret it. You ignored him. Only your sister smiled when she opened the door. Which was weird, because she'd //never// smiled at you. She thought that she should be the one to inherit the farm after your parents passed. She never said anything, either; to your face. You could hear her whispering to your family when the door was closed.
You weren't worried. You could always pull the covers over your eyes to ignore the glares, after all. You could ignore your mother's cries and your sister's smiles while you ate. All you had to do was wait it out until your parents died, and then you'd inherit the farm get a wife and let your sister do all the hard work. You didn't think they'd actually //do// anything to you.
Until last night. You'd gone back to your room after eating your mother's bitter mush, the entire family watching you resentfully as you swallowed bite after bite. They weren't eating, which meant more for you.
You felt woozy, afterward, so you climbed into bed. Just a stomach bug, you had told yourself. Just a stomach bug, you tried to say out loud when your door opened. It wasn't your doting mother, though, but your smiling sister. Her face was lit by the lamp light as she came forward.
"It's just the drugs," she whispered to you. Still smiling. She’d begun to grasp your blanket and pulled it away from your body She laid it on the floor, and then tugged at your legs. She couldn't move you. Then came your father. He pushed at your waist, and you started to tilt. Unable to move, unable to stop it as you fell face first into the blankets. You blinked blearily up as your sister grasped grasped the blanket at your feet and your father grasped it at your head. They carried you out your bedroom door. Down the hall outside.
They didn't speak, beyond grunts of effort as they started to carry you up the hill top and toward the old wizard's tower. The one no one ever dared to go to.
"We heard he'll pay a great deal for your fat ass," your sister whispered, grasping it. You felt her fingers give a squeeze, like you were a prize piece of meat.
Then she was silent again. Climbing upward. You could only stare the tower, wondering what fate awaited. What could a wizard possibly want with you? Perhaps you were to be dinner!
As you locked eyes on the tower, though, it seemed to shift and alter. All your life, it had seemed to be tilted at an angle. It looked as if it would be falling over at any minute.
Growing closer, it seemed to straighten. As if it were shaking off age and dirt, the grimy covering you'd always feared showed itself to simply be dark stone. A white house sat at the bottom, growing bigger the more you came forward. Until it wasn't a house at all, but a sprawling mansion that dominated the hill top.
Your sister seemed nervous. Her footsteps were speeding up, and then slowing. Her breath was coming quicker. You could hear it, even though you couldn't move. You were scared yourself - but no one who lived here would need to eat a human. Perhaps they just wanted you as a servant? ....That almost sounded worse!
Then you had felt the hands on you go slack, and your head hit the ground.
[[You can't remember anything else.|Look About]]<<set $history to "You're a lazy good for nothing! ...At least, according to your family. The description always seemed a bit harsh, to you. <br /><br />Sure, you were a bit out of shape. You didn't work, so there wasn't much reason to move about. You had a black thumb, so working on the family farm was pretty much out of the question. You didn't actually have a lot of outside skills... you //did// help with the cooking, sometimes! Mostly because you didn't want to eat your mother's slop.<br /><br />Then last week you fell asleep in your chair and almost burned the house down. They'd stopped letting you into the kitchen, after that - and then they yelled at you for being a useless lump in your chair! Like it was your fault they'd taken away the only thing you were good at.<br /><br />You'd begun spending most of your time in bed, after that. Sometimes your mother would peek in and tell you dinner was ready. She never looked at you, anymore, but had tears in her eyes. Your father would peer in to glare at you, yelling to get your 'fat ass' out of bed or you'd regret it. You ignored him. Only your sister smiled when she opened the door. Which was weird, because she'd //never// smiled at you. She thought that she should be the one to inherit the farm after your parents passed. She never said anything, either; to your face. You could hear her whispering to your family when the door was closed.<br /><br />You weren't worried. You could always pull the covers over your eyes to ignore the glares, after all. You could ignore your mother's cries and your sister's smiles while you ate. All you had to do was wait it out until your parents died, and then you'd inherit the farm get a wife and let your sister do all the hard work. You didn't think they'd actually //do// anything to you.<br /><br />Until last night. You'd gone back to your room after eating your mother's bitter mush, the entire family watching you resentfully as you swallowed bite after bite. They weren't eating, which meant more for you.<br /><br />You felt woozy, afterward, so you climbed into bed. Just a stomach bug, you had told yourself. Just a stomach bug, you tried to say out loud when your door opened. It wasn't your doting mother, though, but your smiling sister. Her face was lit by the lamp light as she came forward.<br /><br />She'd told you not to worry: that it was only the drugs she'd slipped into your meal. Still smiling. She’d begun to grasp your blanket and pulled it away from your body She laid it on the floor, and then tugged at your legs. She couldn't move you. Then came your father. He pushed at your waist, and you started to tilt. Unable to move, unable to stop it as you fell face first into the blankets. You blinked blearily up as your sister grasped grasped the blanket at your feet and your father grasped it at your head. They carried you out your bedroom door. Down the hall outside.<br /><br />They didn't speak, beyond grunts of effort as they started to carry you up the hill top and toward the old wizard's tower. The one no one ever dared to go to.<br /><br />Your sister did talk, then, grabbing a hold of your squishy ass in her slender fingers. She told you that the wizard would pay a good price for a test subject, and you felt her squeeze you a prize piece of meat. Which was better than she normally treated you, at least.<br /><br />Then she was silent again. Climbing upward. You could only stare the tower, wondering what fate awaited. What could a wizard possibly want with you? Perhaps you were to be dinner!<br /><br />As you locked eyes on the tower, though, it seemed to shift and alter. All your life, it had seemed to be tilted at an angle. It looked as if it would be falling over at any minute.<br /><br />Growing closer, it seemed to straighten. As if it were shaking off age and dirt, the grimy covering you'd always feared showed itself to simply be dark stone. A white house sat at the bottom, growing bigger the more you came forward. Until it wasn't a house at all, but a sprawling mansion that dominated the hill top.<br /><br />Your sister seemed nervous. Her footsteps were speeding up, and then slowing. Her breath was coming quicker. You could hear it, even though you couldn't move. You were scared yourself - but no one who lived here would need to eat a human. Perhaps they just wanted you as a servant? ....That almost sounded worse! <br /><br />Then you had felt the hands on you go slack, and your head hit the ground. When you woke up, you were on that table.">><<set $key to 0>><<set $weapon to "none">><<set $recall to "none">><<set $resistance to "low">><<set $sex to "male">><<set $species to "human">><<set $trans to "no">><<set $name to "...you can't remember">><<set $dress to "bare">><<set $wentformorewood to "no">><<set $beentobedroom to "no">><<set $beentokitchen to "no">><<set $friendlinesswithdryads to "no">><<set $job to "none">><<set $escaped to "no">><<set $memory to "undefined">><<set $luck to "undefined">><<set $body to "undefined">><<set $secondarygoal to "no">><<set $lock to "yes">><<set $maid to "no">><<set $knowElisesecret to "no">><<set $memory to "none">><<set $origin to "undefined">><<set $strength to "undefined">><<set $hair to "undefined">><<set $hairlength to "undefined">><<set $bodytype to "undefined">><<set $breasts to "undefined">><<set $legs to "undefined">><<set $pussy to "undefined">><<if $endingsseen > 0>><<else>><<set $endingsseen to 0>><<endif>><<set $scalecolor to "undefined">><<set $knife to "undefined">><<set $seendildo to "no">><<set $allthewaydownthebeach to "no">><<set $beenintheocean to "no">><<set $mermaidshifter to "no">><<set $alreadyinroom to "no">><<set $hairtype to "undefined">><<set $bottomsize to "undefined">> <<set $haircolor to "undefined">><<set $eyes to "undefined">><<set $faceshape to "undefined">><<set $hips to "undefined">><<set $pubichair to "undefined">><<set $moisture to "undefined">><<set $sacrificedkeys to "0">><<set $beentofire to "no">>Your head hurts. Your eyes feel like a five-year-old's art project - as if someone dumped glue over your eyelids, and then added a handful of glitter dust.
You try and rub the sludge out of your eyes, and maybe massage your aching head. Only, you can't move your arms. You try again, this time feeling the sharp bite of metal around your wrist, cutting through the dull throb in your head.
You start to open your eyes, slowly. A bright light feels like it's trying to penetrate your skull, and there are dancing spots of color everywhere. Blinking feels like you're rubbing sandpaper across your corneas, but slowly your vision starts to clear.
Your body has been laid out flat, on some form of table. Your arms have been bound tightly by chains, your legs spread and bolted down. Your clothes have been stripped from you, but you seem otherwise unhurt.
Looking around, you can see that you're in a stone room. There are shelves with colored glass bottles and an oak door that hangs tantalizingly in front of you. If you could get up you might be able to reach it.
You have no idea where this place is. You can't remember how you got here - actually, The last you remember, you were... you were...
Your head hurts. Trying to remember any details seems painful, somehow.
[[Try and concentrate|Painful Recollection Process]]
[[It's not worth it.|Introductions]](if: (history:) contains "Candle Confirmation")[(goto: "Another Passage")]
(if: $job is "Merchant")[Print the stuff I have here]
(if: $job is "Merchant")[Print the stuff I have here]
(else:)[Print only this]
(if: $someVariable is 1)[Print the stuff I have here]
(elseif: $someVariable is 2)[Don't print that. Print only the stuff I have here]
(else:)[Print only this]
(if: $job is "Merchant")[ [[This is a thing|passage here]]]
//test//
(set: $Animal to "Zebra")
(set: $Joke to "Zebra")
(if: $Animal is $Joke)[Print the stuff I have here]Dungeon Damsel
Written by Princess Kay
<<if $eighteenplus is "yes">><<elseif $eighteenplus is "no">>
Appologies, but this is an adult game! Please close out of this game,.<<else>>''Warning! This is an adult text game. You may only continue if you are 18 or older.''
[[I'm 18 or older|Description][$eighteenplus to "yes"]]
[[I am not over 18|Description][$eighteenplus to "no"]]<<endif>>
<<if $eighteenplus is "yes">>Note: This game is full of 'bad endings' - some of them truly demeaning, but most of them simply rewriting your old life completely. There is a chance of returning to your original mind and body, though it might be a while before I implement it.
Many of the paths will also be sexual. Almost entirely F/F, or self-F, since. Well. I'm a lesbian, and that's what I like. \o/
The transformations (so far) include MtF, mental shifts, goo girlification, mild AR (only down to 18), animal features, pregnancy, inanimate, claygirl, slave and bimbofication! I have a lot more planned, too, though amounts may vary.
The adult themes (so far) include: consent, dubcon, noncon, submission, pet play and soft vore.
There are currently 60 endings in the public version, and 71 in the patreon version (which just got cat and dog girl forms to wander the dungeon in)! The walkthrough for it can be found here: https://www.dropbox.com/s/k69tgrkby0r6by8/Dungeon%20Damsel%20-%20Walkthrough%20Public.pdf?dl=0
There is art for some endings - all of it has been commissioned from https://freimgul.deviantart.com (I'd also like to give a shout out to l0ver0se for help with beta testing and pre-reads! https://www.deviantart.com/l0ver0se )
To support me, and get access to early updates on Dungeon Damsel, you can join my patreon at https://www.patreon.com/princesskay
You can also follow me on twitter for updates (among other things) at https://twitter.com/princesskaytg or JUST the game at https://twitter.com/DungeonDamsel (You can also ask Fiona questions at https://ask.fm/wizardfiona_tgtf )
No mater what, I hope you enjoy yourself (and don't forget to check your memories whenever you reach an ending, or a mental transformation!)
[[I understand|Waking Up]]<<endif>>The door opens. You crane your neck, looking down the length of your <<if $body is "unemployed">>bloated <<endif>>stomach. You’re expecting a wizened old man, maybe with flowing black robes and white hair. You’re not expecting wisps of red hair, floating through the air. You didn't think you'd see a form fitting green dress, hugging a woman's breasts tight against each other, clinging to her form until suddenly splitting apart at the thigh. The fabric shifting just enough for you to wonder why you can't see underwear.
You also weren't expecting those bright green eyes. They examine every inch of your form. They linger on your cock, and a slight smile tugs at her lips. Is that what she’s here for? Did she have the wizard capture you?
“I’m glad to see you’ve stayed put, Molly.”
<<if $resistance is "low">>[[“....Molly?”|I'm a what?]]<<endif>><<if $resistance is "medium">>[[“That… Is that my name?”|I'm a what?]]<<endif>>
<<if $resistance is "medium">>[[“That’s not my name.”|I'm a what?]]<<endif>><<if $resistance is "high">><<if $name is "Molly">>[[How do you know my name?]]<<else>>My name is $name. Not [[Molly|Memories Intact]].<<endif>><<endif>><<set $name = prompt("Please enter your name","Jack")>> $name
<<if visited ("Pantry")>>
No way are you going back in there!
<<else>>b lahahahblah<<endif>>
<<set $Animal to "Zebra">>
<<set $Joke to "Zebra">>
<<if $Animal is $Joke>>Print the stuff I have here<<endif>>
<<if $body is "blacksmith">>You feel the metal giving way<<elseif $body is "hero">>You feel the metal giving way beneath your trained body.<<else>>Unfortunately, nothing in your life so far has prepared you for breaking metal restraints. <<endif>>
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<<set $name2 = prompt("Please enter your name","Jacky")>><<if $name2 is $name>><<set $name to "Candy">>I told you to pick a //new// name. But since you're being stubborn - I have been in the mood for some Candy."<<elseif $name2 is "Candy">>A sweet name. I approve.<<else>><<set $name to $name2>>Very well. I did say you could pick, after all.... $name.<<endif>>
[[Examine Yourself|Examine Yourself]]
[[Examine Your Memories]]
[[Revisit Past Endings]]<<if $sex is "male">>Your name is $name; you have brown hair and eyes. And you don't have time for this stuff! You need to get out of here!<<else>>Your name is $name. <<if $species is "human">>Physically, you appear to be $body. You have $hairtype $haircolor hair that $hairlength. A $eyes set of eyes blink back at you from every reflective surface, set in $faceshape face.
As for your <<if $dress is "bare">>bare <<elseif $dress is "topless">>bare <<endif>>breasts... they're $breasts.
Your hips are $hips. $bottomsize
A little lower, between your $legs legs lies your pussy: $pubichair and $moisture.<<elseif $species is "googirl">>You're a goo girl! You can look like anything you'd like, but you prefer the big breasted form your mistress loves.<<elseif $species is "claygirl_unrestricted">>Physically... well... You're made of clay! Your stylish gray body is pretty flexible! Still, being a free agent and all, you do have certain preferences about your appearance. Right now, your $hair $hairlength $bodytype $breasts $legs $pussy
<<elseif $species is "naga">>Physically, you appear to be $body. You have $hairtype $haircolor hair that $hairlength. A $eyes set of eyes blink back at you from every reflective surface, set in $faceshape face.
As for your <<if $dress is "bare">>bare <<elseif $dress is "topless">>bare <<endif>>breasts... they're $breasts.
Your scaly hips are $hips $bottomsize
A little lower, set inside your $scalecolor tail lies your pussy: bare and $moisture.<<elseif $species is "slime">>You're a slime girl. Transparent, girly cum that drips constantly from your body. You're like one giant pussy, waiting for something to plunge into! Though you like to keep yourself in busty and slender form, you can really take any form you want.<<elseif $species is "fountain">>You're an inanimate object. You can't examine yourself! You can only be examined by others.
If they were to examine you, though, they'd discover a beautifully chisseled cration. Your face is delicately crafted, your eyes wide open with sparkling pupils crafted from grains of sand, embedded in the dried gray clay. Your puffy lips are open in an etneral little "O" of pleasure, coming from the way you've squeezed your breasts together to create the twin streams of water you release.
The way your legs have been crafted, you seem to be walking toward the water, perhaps hoping to submerge in it - but only your toe actually touches the pool. That's where the water feeds into you.
As for what's between your feet, between your legs - your sculptor bore no restraint. You're anatomically correct, and occasionally - when the breeze picks up a little excess mositure - even seem wet between the thighs.<<elseif $species is "mermaid">>Physically, you appear to be $body. You have $hairtype $haircolor hair that $hairlength. A $eyes set of eyes blink back at you from every reflective surface, set in $faceshape face.
As for your <<if $dress is "bare">>bare <<elseif $dress is "topless">>bare <<endif>>breasts... they're $breasts.
Your scaly hips are $hips $bottomsize
A little lower, set inside your $scalecolor tail lies your pussy: bare and $moisture.<<elseif $species is "Yuki-Onna">>Physically, you appear to be $body, white as a sheet and hauntingly beautiful.. You have $hairtype blue hair that $hairlength. A black set of eyes blink back at you from every reflective surface, set in $faceshape face.
As for your <<if $dress is "bare">>bare <<elseif $dress is "topless">>bare <<endif>>breasts... they're $breasts.
Your hips are $hips. $bottomsize
A little lower, between your $legs legs lies your pussy: $pubichair and $moisture.<<elseif $species is "ice sculpture">>You're an inanimate object. You can't examine yourself! You can only be examined by others.
If they were to examine you, though, they'd discover a beautifully frozen cration. Your face is delicately crafted, your eyes wide open with sparkling pupils crafted from dense snow, embedded in the clear ice. Your puffy lips are open in an etneral little "O" - pleasure or surprise is for the viewer to decide.
Lower down, between your legs - your sculptor bore no restraint. You're anatomically correct, and occasionally - when the temperature picks up, or some viewer can't resist - even seem wet between the thighs.<<elseif $species is "mermaid">>Physically, you appear to be $body. You have $hairtype $haircolor hair that $hairlength. A $eyes set of eyes blink back at you from every reflective surface, set in $faceshape face.
As for your <<if $dress is "bare">>bare <<elseif $dress is "topless">>bare <<endif>>breasts... they're $breasts.
Your scaly hips are $hips $bottomsize
A little lower, set inside your $scalecolor tail lies your pussy: bare and $moisture.<<elseif $species is "Yuki-Onna">>Physically, you appear to be $body, white as a sheet and hauntingly beautiful.. You have $hairtype blue hair that $hairlength. A black set of eyes blink back at you from every reflective surface, set in $faceshape face.
As for your <<if $dress is "bare">>bare <<elseif $dress is "topless">>bare <<endif>>breasts... they're $breasts.
Your hips are $hips. $bottomsize A little lower, where flesh blends with scales lies your pussy: $pubichair and $moisture.<<elseif $species is "scorpion">>Physically, you appear to be $body, at least from the waist down. Above lies the remains of your human half. You have $hairtype $haircolor hair that $hairlength. A $eyes set of eyes blink back at you from every reflective surface, set in $faceshape face.
As for your <<if $dress is "bare">>bare <<elseif $dress is "topless">>bare <<endif>>breasts... they're $breasts.
Your scaly hips are $hips $bottomsize
A little lower, set inside your $scalecolor tail lies your pussy: bare and $moisture.Below, stretching out behind ou, is the scorpion form; six legs, digging into the earth. A powerful stinger, swinging back and forth as you search for prey. Looking for something to stab at. You don't just hunt this desert; your powerful body controls it.<<elseif $species is "tree">>You're a tree. Trapped in place forever, your roots having dug into the soil and your hands are forever outstretched branches. You'll never move again, though you //can// feel new sprouts of life forming, new branches building... Though right now, you've retained your womanly shape, you wonder if you'll still be recognizable after a hundred years of growth or so.<<elseif $species is "wood nymph">>You're a wood nymph - the needy, sex craved servant of a dryad. You have $hairtype green hair that $hairlength, and is made of interlocking leaves. A $eyes set of eyes blink back at you from every reflective surface, set in $faceshape face. Your skin is brown, the color of chestnuts, reflecting your existence as a wood nymph.
As for your <<if $dress is "bare">>bare <<elseif $dress is "topless">>bare <<endif>>breasts... they're $breasts.
Your hips are $hips. $bottomsize
A little lower, between your $legs legs lies your pussy: $pubichair and eternally wet.<<if $species is "dryad">>Physically, you appear to be $body. You have green hair, made of interlocking leaves that $hairlength. A $eyes set of eyes blink back at you from every reflective surface, set in $faceshape face. Your skin is brown, with the faint pattern of bark across your features.
As for your <<if $dress is "bare">>bare <<elseif $dress is "topless">>bare <<endif>>breasts... they're $breasts.
Your hips are $hips. $bottomsize
A little lower, between your $legs legs lies your pussy: $pubichair and $moisture.
<<endif>><<endif>>
<<if $dress is "clothed">>$clothes<<endif>><<endif>>
<<back>><<if $body is "a blacksmith">>You feel the metal giving way beneath your trained body. There's a loud screech as the screw is forced out of its hole, and your arm comes free.
It takes a few minutes to undo your bonds, and your eyes dart nervously toward the door. Naked and unarmed, you'll have to rely on your muscles to escape. At least the wizard didn't strip you of //that//.<<elseif $body is "a hero">>You feel the metal giving way beneath your trained body. There's a loud screech as the screw is forced out of its whole, and your arm comes free.
It takes a few minutes to undo your bonds, and your eyes dart nervously toward the door. Naked and unarmed, you'll have to rely on your muscles to escape. At least the wizard didn't strip you of //that//.<<else>>Unfortunately, nothing in your life so far has prepared you for breaking metal restraints. No matter how hard you struggle, that screw stays in place and your bonds are tied with it.
[[It seems you have no choice but to wait for your captor.|Introductions]]<<endif>>
<<if $body is "a blacksmith">>[[Grab a glass bottle as a weapon|Potion Time]]<br />[[Time to leave.|Let's Strip That]]<<elseif $body is "a hero">>[[Grab a glass bottle as a weapon|Potion Time]]
[[Time to leave.|Let's Strip That]]<<endif>><<set $recall to "vague">><<set $sex to "female">><<set $body to "a busty blonde.">><<set $hairtype to "full bodied tresses of">><<set $haircolor to "golden">><<set $hairlength to "brushes against the floor">><<set $eyes to "blue">><<set $faceshape to "a soft, eternally blushing">><<set $breasts to "...heavy. But also sensitive. They bounce when you run, so you've had to cup them in your hands. It honestly strains your fingers a little, but how can you care when your hard nipples feel so good?">><<set $hips to "strangely swollen, swaying from side to side whenever you walk.">><<set $bottomsize to "Then there's your new bubbly butt. It's oddly cushy when you sit. Though you wish it didn't jiggle so much when you walk. If you can't turn it back, it'll draw almost as many stares as your new boobs.">><<set $legs to "newly hairless">><<set $pubichair to "completely shaven">><<set $moisture to "always wet. It's incredibly sensitive, you've found, and just rubbing your thighs against themselves seems to send little jolts of pleasure through you">><<set $job to "nothing but a bimbo">><<set $strength to "bimbo">><<set $butt to "bubble butt">>You don’t know how long you’ve been out; how far the wizard’s been; or even how far that screech of tortured metal might have echoed. You don’t have time to waste searching through potions, so you reach instead for the door. You reach for the doorknob, and eagerly tug it open. Then you stop.
There’s a woman in the doorway. A redhead, who’s long locks seem to drift about her head is if they were caught in a breeze. Her eyes are much more steady. Her green gaze feels like a solid force, locking every muscle in place.
“I was hoping you’d try something a little more creative than that.” You wish you could retort, but your lips aren’t moving. Not until she takes them in your hand and smooshes them together into a little “o.” She stuffs her finger in that opening, twisting a little about. You can feel the red flesh swelling, tight and plump about her digit. There’s an audible pop as she pulls her finger out.
“I suppose I’ll have to make my own fun.” She places her hand on top of your head, tilting your gaze downward. Your eyes are now being pointed toward her chest: soft round flesh, supported by in a red lace bra. You can see the outline of her nipples through the fabric, an urge to touch them flowing through your mind.
“They’re quite nice, aren’t they?” You watch her place her own hand atop of it, her palm easily cupping the top. Her fingers tightly squeezing the flesh. “Of course, an ungainly hand like yours couldn’t possibly be allowed to touch them. I’ll have to fix that.”
You’re uncertain what this stranger means. Does she plan to grow them larger? Big enough to overflow your meaty palms? The woman - the wizard - reaches out to trace her fingers through your hair. Your scalp itches, and a strand of brown hair falls down across your face. You can feel your head growing heavier, the weight of your brown tresses tugging at it as she tilts your head further down.
Your gaze is forced down the flat expanse of her belly, the waist tapering smoothly down to the hips. Her left hand rests there, the thumb tucked into sheer red lingerie. A little tug lets you see a hint of the red curled hair above her mound. Then she pulls the finger out. “You //are// quite randy, aren’t you? Staring like that…”
The wizard lifts both hands to cradle your head, and her palms press against your cheek bones. You feel them grind a little, giving under the pressure as she physically forces your face to change. “My name is Fiona, by the way; not that you bothered to ask.” There’s a hint of laughter in her words, there. She’s teasing you! “And as much as your interested is appreciated… I prefer blondes.” She tugs a strand of your hair forward, letting you see the color leeching out of it. It grows lighter, softer. The strands actually seem t o thicken and lengthen, trailing their way down past her hips and brushing against her panties. The color changes to light brown, then more of a honey, and finally shifts to a bright gold. She lets the strand go, and you see it trail against the floor.
“Much better.” She lowers her hand, the thumb entering her panties again. This time it’s centered on her sex, and she sighs a little as she lowers the panties another few centimeters. Shows off a bit more of that red hair. You can see drops of moisture trapped inside those strands, and you realize that this is turning her on.
[[This witch is enjoying herself!]]<<set $escaped to "yes">>You move toward the bookcase. Your eyes trail over the bottles on display. They're labeled, but you don't recognize the languages. Some sort of dark liquid is resting in each, and they're tightly corked - but you're pretty sure you can break them against the ground if anyone comes near you. They must do something.
[[This is too suspicious|Let's Strip That]]
[[Examine a bottle|Potion Knowledge]]
<<set $recall to "vague">>You examine a bottle, at random. Green tint, sort of oval base. A white piece of tape which held some angular scrawling. You reached out, tracing your fingers along the bottom of the tape.
It sent an electric shock through your fingertips, tingling all the way up your spine. You pulled back, glaring reproachfully at the Nightgasp Poison. You knew it was deadly, but that was a little ridiculous!
Scanning your eyes across the shelf, you read each of the labels. Health; vitality; cat ears; fertility... Mind reduction. Your fingers lingered on that, but the gas content had a habit of spreading to its thrower.
Nightgasp was probably the only thing you could use; preferably at a distance, and hopefully just as a threat. Nasty stuff. The fumes might spread.
"Ah-hem."
Shit. Time's up. Better make a choice.
[[Throw the potion|Harvest Help]]
[[Prepare to bluff|Prepare to Get Caught]]
[[S-Sorry Mistress!|Apprentice]]
There's no time to think! You throw your bottle at the voice, twisting around. Before the glass breaks, you see a smiling face, framed by red hair. Green eyes twinkle before they're covered in the gas fumes, and you cry out. She'll be killed!
Suddenly, the gas stops, moving inward. You watch the cloud of poison curl in on itself like a ball, forming into a tiny swirling vortex in the woman's upturned hand.
"You're-"
"The wizard." She gives you another small smile, stepping forward. "Or witch, if you insist. Fiona."
Your eyes trail over her. She's young. Maybe mid twenties, at the oldest. Instead of the dark wizard's cloak you've always imagined, she's dressed in a tight red dress, slit open at the cleavage for you to see her breasts. There's another slit at her thigh, and you're suddenly painfully aware that you're naked. Except that your body doesn't seem to be reacting to her presence.
"And you are a very naughty labrat. It took me weeks to harvest that much from poor Giselle..." SHe lifted the vortex up to her lips, blowing it. It moved toward you. "[[I think she deserves a little help.|Goo Girl]]"<<set $potions to "yes">>You lift the bottle into the air, turning to make your threat - and stop. Instead of a wizened old wizard, you're being faced with an annoyed looking young woman - in a very tight black dress.
Her red hair seems to have a dreamy quality about it, floating around her face. Her green eyes are much more rooted in reality, pupils focused purely on you. She steps forward, a flash of thigh revealed through a slit in her skirts. You also notice the way her breasts heave when she's angry, her nipples poking through the tight cloth. It looks almost as if they were painted on.
"Chastiti! You put that bottle down right now."
<<if $name is "Chastiti">>[[Wait. Who's calling your name!?]]
[[Make me, 'Mistress'|Ironic Name]]<<else>>[[Snap to your senses. Your name isn't Chastiti!|Potion Protest]]
[[Make me, 'Mistress'|Ironic Name]]<<endif>><<set $recall to "clear">><<set $sex to "female">><<set $name to "Cindi">><<set $body to "a shy young woman">><<set $hairtype to "wavy">><<set $haircolor to "red">><<set $hairlength to "falls past your bubbled butt">><<set $eyes to "green">><<set $faceshape to "a heartshaped">><<set $breasts to "embarrassingly large, and you can easily imagine a girl’s face being swallowed up between them. Her hands would probably have to grope and grip you just to get out! You know //that// would feel amazing. <br /><br />Although your entire body has always been sensitive, your nipples are a world apart. As thick as your dainty pinky finger, they’re almost always erect. You’ve had to make custom clothes to cover your breasts, using only the sheerest and smoothest materials you can find. Anything else rubs them chafe. Those just rub you stiff and horny!">><<set $hips to "fine, you suppose. You have trouble seeing anything below your breasts, but you’ve felt them from time to time. They jut out a bit, enough to accentuate your small waist. They’re soft and easily grasped. Sometimes you like to imagine a woman grabbing those, and burying her head. Elsewhere.">><<set $bottomsize to "You've never actually mastered the art of making your hips sway. Maybe that's why you only catch people staring at your oversized bottom. It's a point of embarrassment for you, actually; it's fat and its tender, and more than one man has said they'd like to bite into it. Not enough women... And no one knows the half of it. Or so you hope... You //try// to make excuses for why you gasp an moan every time you sit, even when you're biting your lip. You're just not sure it's fooling anyone ...">><<set $legs to "slender">><<set $pubichair to "an unshaven red tangle of pubic hair">><<set $moisture to "an eternally wet slit.">><<set $job to "a young apprentice. Painfully shy, and horribly horny.">><<set $memory to "a shy young woman">>“S-Sorry Mistress.” Your face flushes, turning to the floor so you won’t have to meet the wizard’s eyes. You can see the hem of dark green robes, but you don’t want to look up. You can’t stand to look up at your- At the wizard. Why did you call him mistress?
“The potion, please.” The voice is soft and feminine, despite the steel that underlies her words. You can’t resist a little peek upward, wondering what sort of wizened old wizard could sound like that. Only, you don’t see a wizened old man. You see a young woman.
She has red hair, which seems to have an almost dreamy quality about it. It floats about her face like lace. Like the most beautiful, light silk you could ever hope to work with. You want to touch it, but you hold back. Her green eyes are already narrowed in irritation, and you couldn’t stand to make it worse.
You lower your gaze, and the view immediately improves. You see a dark green dress of beautiful silk, seemingly made without a single stitch. Magic. It was the sort of magic that you would love to learn, and so you tried to devour the entire dress with your eyes. Taking in its shape. You notice how it curves around her breasts, tightly cupping the gentle curves. It leaves her cleavage entirely exposed, actually. Small but firm breasts that look the perfect size to fit inside a young woman’s slender hands.
Your face grows heated. You move your gaze down further, but now you can see the slit in her dress that exposes that thigh. So slender and smooth. You can almost imagine it in your hands. You kissing up its surface. What is wrong with your imagination!? No. What is wrong with you!? You don’t think you’ve ever felt this shy in your life.
“The potion, Cindi. Now.” That’s not your name. You should correct her. Only, she’s already so frustrated with you?! You just lift the potion, letting her take away your one bargaining chip. You’re too nervous to use it, anyway.
“Good.” You see her legs shift, and you feel her hand touching your head. Stroking your hair. It sends pleasant little tingles down to your brain, and you sigh happily as her fingers comb their way through your short red hair.
“Now. Why don’t you tell me what you were doing with my potions, Cindi. Naked, no less. Perhaps you were trying to change your hair color, again?” You blush. You’ve always been ashamed of your hair, and wished that your mother would let you cut it. Even at shoulder length, the red strands brought too much attention from those who thought you must be a witch. It didn’t help that they were right.
“I just want to be a seamstress…” you whisper. Or… A tailor? Why had you said seamstress?
“You can work with clothes as a wizard, as well,” she reminds you. Her fingers trace through your hair, trailing all the way down to your rounded bottom. Which she gives a teasing little pinch, just to make you squirm. “Without changing your beautiful hair.”
“But everyone looks at me funny…” All your life. Ever since you were a little boy, you’d dreamed of clothing. Working with them, touching them. Everyone had thought you odd. But then, with your red hair and green eyes, that was a given. Everyone knew you could only be a witch, with that. Even if your mentor insisted on calling herself a “wizard,” instead.
“They look at you with envy, Cindi.” You hate that name. You hate that your parents picked it for you. You knew they’d always wanted a girl, but this felt like they were rubbing salt in the wound. Like you weren’t good enough. Maybe that was why you’d always been so shy.
Still staring at the ground, you watched as four chair legs slid into existence. Your mistress sat down on it, patting her knee. “Come. sit.” You fidget for a moment before you move, placing your round bottom on her flesh. You hate to say it, but you have a bubble butt. With your wide hips, and tiny little waist, everyone’s always said you look like a woman from behind. Men have even slapped your rear!
“You don’t have enough confidence in yourself…” She sighs, running her fingers through your hair one last time. She pats you on the bottom, and then places her hand on your hip. She seems to be feeling the bones, working up the narrow sides to where your rib cage swells. You wish you could stop blushing, when you feel her hand on her chest. Being so embarrassed by a woman touching your nipples!
Your mistress kisses you on the forehead. Her fingers squeeze down on the little bumps of fat that adorned your chest. Some people call them breasts to tease you. It doesn’t help that they’ve gotten big enough with to fill the wizard’s palm. You’re sure you’d look more boyish, if she wasn’t always feeding you such fatty foods. Then no one would notice you
“I-I hate my body…” you declare, to no one in particular. Your round cheeks are now as red your lips, which quiver a little as you pout. You don’t want to. You can’t help yourself. Even if it does feel good, the way your Mistress is rolling your breasts about. The moldable mounds are almost spilling from her hand, It feels embarrassingly good, just having her push at them like that.
“Don’t say that,” Mistress whispers back. “You’re a beautiful young woman.” She pinches one of your nipples, forcing it to stand erect. You squirm. The nipples are thick and sensitive. You can only stand to wear the sheerest, softest cloth against them, and they’re always poking out. This isn’t even the first time your teacher’s found you naked, since it seems to be the only relief your sensitive skin can have.
“Stop teasing me,” you mutter. “I’m not even a girl…” You stare downward. Although you can’t see past your breasts, you know it’s still there. The annoying, limp piece of meat that’s masquerading as a dick on your otherwise shapely body.
“That oversized clit doesn’t make you any less of a woman.” Your teacher takes it in her hand. The one part of your body that isn’t sensitive, you can barely feel her starting to push it against your groin. You can feel something //giving//, though. Tight lips, opening up to accept the proffered gift. “Besides, the potion’s already wearing off. Perhaps next time you won’t play with my things when I’m not around.”
You whimper, but your head nods rapidly. Oh, that feels good… the offending object shoved back inside your body, there’s now just Mistress’s fingers stuffed inside your needy snatch. Her thumb strokes up your folds and flicks against your slit,now returned to its proper size. Two other fingers push against your walls, which eagerly squeeze back. Even inside, you’re sensitive. Except now every part of your body feels like it’s being consumed in an inferno of heated pleasure! She places a kiss on your big nipple, tugging at it with your teeth. It’s like lightning shooting through your form, as your entire mind goes momentarily blank.
She lifts your chin, and kisses your lips. You moan, unable to make a sound but not needing to. You can no longer remember a time when you //weren’t// horny. When you didn’t have a pussy that begged to be fucked, or breasts that ached for attention. As shy as you are, you’re just glad mistress can recognize the signs!
Ending 6: Apprentice<<set $history to "Your name is Cindi. You’re an apprentice wizard, even though you never, ever even wanted to be a wizard at all… You kind of hate having magic. You hate everything about yourself, though: the red hair that keeps growing back when you cut it. The green eyes that everyone immediately focuses on. Even the sensitivity of your skin – Mistress Fiona says that’s magic, too. Just wearing a shirt makes your nipples ache, though; and you can’t wear panties without your stupid slit drooling all over them!<br /><br />Mistress Fiona said that magic could make pussy-proof panties, though. You could make bras that didn’t rub against your nipples, or you could make some that vibrated if you wanted. That was the sort of magic you actually did want to learn – the sort of magic that could help people! And once you learned to control your magic, you wouldn’t be so sensitive anymore, and then you could maybe learn to be a seamstress. Like you always dreamed. You really think people will want to buy from a magical seamstress.<br /><br />That’s probably years away, though, at the rate you’re going. It was three years ago, that you pledged yourself to serve Mistress in return for teachings. Three years of messing up your spells and getting yourself bound with mummy wrappings. Slipping into your mistresses potions cabinet to try and learn. You’ve grown every body part from cat ears to a penis, but your skin’s never stopped being sensitive. <br /><br />Your teacher always has to set you right, and then mistress punishes you..The spankings are the worst – just feeling the sting in your bottom makes you leak between the legs all week. Then she won’t even lick your slit, and she says you can’t touch it either! <br /><br />When you’re lucky, she just won’t let you wear clothes for a week. Mistress Fiona can’t stay mad at you for long, when she sees your hardened nipples. She always ends up kissing them, and then you’re slipping between her silken sheets and nibbling at her pink folds. You’re proud to say you’ve never messed up an orgasm! Or you would be proud, if you were brave enough to tell anyone what you were //really// doing with Mistress Fiona, in return for those lessons.">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending6 to "seen">><<set $recall to "vague">><<set $sex to "female">><<set $sex to "female">><<set $species to "googirl">><<set $body to "a googirl">><<set $memory to "a googirl">><<set $job to "a simple gooey pet">>There's nowhere to run. The vortex starts to enlarge again, the cloud filling the room and moving toward you. You try and hold your breath, but your skin still tings with the contact. Soon you're gasping out for breath, inhaling the gas.
Your minds swirls. Nightgasp poison. Known for digesting people from the inside out. Harvested from slimes - but she had said help. "How... can I help.. If I..." Nothing is coming out of your throat. You hold out your hand pleadingly - and it's green. Your entire body is turning green. No. Your body has always been green. No. It's. You're-your thoughts slow down, sluggish. Your knees wobble and then collapse. You don't need knees.
Your body sinks to the floor, oozing down against cold flagstone. Green and goo. Unthinking goo.
You let out a burbling giggle, forming a hand to wave at your owner. She whistles to you, so you form eyes next and start to grow up into your proper form.
Thin waist, soft breasts. Slender arms. Your entire body easily poked and prodded and slid inside. Just the way mistress likes you!
[[Go to her|Pet Slime]]
[[Wait... What about Giselle?|Slime Buddies]]<<set $recall to "clear">>You slide toward your mistress, gooey body surging forward. No legs, but you do form the beginning of thighs, and a wonderful slit for her to slip her fingers into. That's what mistress likes best! Feeling your lips suck at her fingertips and hold her inside.
For a fleeting moment, you wonder how you know that. What a silly question, though! You'd been mistress's pet for years. You know everything about her. You know that even though she's smiling, she's impatient and horny and lonely for your touch.
You draw closer, planting your hand on her knee and letting your goo slowly wrap around it for a reassuring squeeze. She shivers from the chill of your contact as you began to slide your mass up and under her red dress, slipping a gooey tentacle into the frill of her red panties. You can always sense when your mistress is horny. That's when it's meal time!
Driving your fingers directly into her pussy, you begin to suck up her juices inside yourself. The clear liquid nourishes you, and pleases her as one. Another tentacle slides out, this one questing up her stomach. Little fingers of slime form to climb your mistress's body and grasp her breast, holding her tight as she moans. A flash of light and she's down to her underwear. Another and you can see her red bush, coated with your green slime as you began to thrust your fingers in her again and again.
She reaches down to return the favor. Her fingers trace along your breast, dipping inside your chest to feel the empty space where a human heart might be. It's pleasurable just having her inside you, but you know where she's going with this. Her fingers trail down, drawing their little holes with them until they reach your thigh. Then with a little "popp" she's out of your slimy torso and into the wet pussy you'd shifted just for her. She leans down to kiss you upon your breast, sucking a little at the nipple. "Hmm. I'm going to call you Candi."
You giggle. Silly mistress! When had you ever been called something else?
Ending 1: Pet Slime<<set $history to "What's there to examine? Your name is Candi! You're a pet slime, belonging to no one other than Mistress Fiona herself. The most deliciously wonderful wizard who ever existed!<br /><br />Just the touch of her sweet sex makes you quiver and moan. Which is why you're always sure to sit extra still when she's milking you for toxins, and only squeeze her nipples a little bit, and never ever eat through her clothes. When she's watching. Otherwise, she won't even let you touch her down there!<br /><br />Why are you bothering to think about this again, anyway? Your delicious mistress is right in front of you! How long have you been ignoring your chance to eat!?">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending1 to "seen">> (Picture below)
<img src="https://image.ibb.co/kCzB1S/resizedslimegirl.jpg"><<set $recall to "clear">>You twist around to search for Giselle, You don't want to leave her out of the fun... she's important to you! Wait - why is she important to you? Well. Because she's your mate!
You giggle at the silly questions your mind comes up with, sometimes. And an answering giggle comes from beneath the door! Giselle! You burble and gurgle joyfully, while a pink slime begins to shove itself through the door crack. Your mate! Your love! Together you take care of mistress's needs, and provide her with all the liquid she needs for potions.
The pink fluid started to shape itself into a familiar shape, mirroring your breasts and simple face. You realize that both of you look a lot like mistress. Of course you do! You both based your form after the woman who hatched you.
You glanced at your owner, and she gave a nod. You gurgled happily and surged to meet your mate. Hands on hands, breasts on breasts, her liquid slime meshing against yours. Pushing yourself against Giselle, you wrapped yourself about her goo and sealed yourself on her slit. Tongue pushing into her, and her tongue pushing into you, your bodies meshed and melded into a swirl of pink and green desert.
Mistress sighed, and shook her head as she watched you. "I'd hoped for a little more resistance; but I suppose I'll be content with this result. Goodnight Candi."
You giggle. You love your mistress!
Ending 2: Slime Buddies<<set $history to "What's there to examine? Your name is Candi! You're a pet slime! You belong in equal parts to Fiona, and your lovely mate Giselle.<br /><br />Ooh, Giselle! You can still remember the first time you slid out of your test tube and into her sticky arms, her mouth latching onto yours. She'd tried to eat your head, so you'd tried to eat her belly, and you'd ended up a swirling mass of pink and green. Had it really just been yesterday? Or. This morning? Or. It's really hard to keep track of time, as a slime!<br /><br />You never go out in the daylight. You just spend forever eating at each other and getting milked by your mistress. It's the best thing ever! Why are you thinking when you could be doing that right now!?">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending2 to "seen">> (Picture below)
<img src="https://image.ibb.co/kCzB1S/resizedslimegirl.jpg">You jut your jaw out. You aren't really sure what's going on, or who this woman is. Maybe she's the wizard? There's one thing you know for certain. "My name is $name. Not Chastiti."
You clutch the bottle tighter. The woman's eyes narrow, and she steps forward. You try and keep your eyes off those pert nipples as they jiggle. You swear there must be some sort of magic to make the outfit cling like that.
"You've been playing with my potions again, haven't you? Altering your memories. Really, Chastiti... I think you'd know better by now."
You step back, bumping into the potion shelf. Nowhere to hide. The wizard - witch? - coming closer to you. "Just give me the bottle, Chastiti."
[[Try and run|Changing Form: Chastiti]]
[[Knock all the bottles down|Chimera Mom]]
[[Make me, 'Mistress'|Ironic Name]]
<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $body to "a happily nude young woman">><<set $sex to "female">><<set $breasts to "heavy, aching whenever you run. You try to cover them with your hands, sometimes, but your slender fingers have trouble containing them. Plus, the hard nipples feel odd against your palm">><<set $job to "a //very// naughty apprentice, with a consistant smirk and an eternally red bottom.">><<set $hips to "wide. Every step you take causes them to sway from side to side">><<set $bottomsize to "Not that you don't encourage it. You love how your hips make your bubble butt wiggle, the flesh an ever-tempting target for your teacher. What better way to honor your teacher than to have her handprint on your flesh?">><<set $legs to "shapely">><<set $pubichair to "cleanshaven">><<set $moisture to "wet">><<set $haircolor to "red">><<set $hairlength to "slides its way down to your waist, bouncing a little when you walk">><<set $hairtype to "wavy">><<set $faceshape to "a heart shaped">><<set $eyes to "green">><<set $memory to "a happily nude young woman">><<set $name to "Chastiti">>"Make me, //'Mistress'.//" Your mind feels fuzzy for a moment, little tingles traveling along your skull. Your lips twist into a little smirk, the flesh becoming plump and full as your cheeks begin to round and lighten. You feel a little funny - why were you calling the wizard mistress?
"Don't make me repeat myself, Chastiti. Your parents can't protect you, now that you've turned eighteen." That was yesterday. Your brain is tingling a little bit, and you remember. The witch made you a cake. Probably just so that you'd get fat. "Put. It. Down."
Damn. You wish Fiona didn't look so hot when she was angry. Her breasts straining against that painted on cloth she totally magicked in place. Her nipples penetrating so firmly you could just put your palms on them and feel. Of course, yours are better.
Ignoring another odd tingle, you place one hand on your chest. It feels almost flat, and you wonder if your Mistress has been playing tricks on you. Then you feel them, and you shake that worry off. They're big and round, easily filing your palm. The perfect shape for your slender fingers to grasp. Sometimes you've purposefully stripped with magic, just so that you could fake covering them with your hands. Watch Fiona stare.
"And what if I don't want to? I'm eighteen, you know. I don't //have// to keep getting my lessons from you if I don't want to." You roll a finger through your red hair, and smile. You can practically feel your green eyes shining as you look her over. "Maybe if you strip, I'll put this down without killing us all."
Fiona's eyes widen and her cheeks flush red. You see the way she licks her lips, though, and how her eyes trail over you. You jut your hip out for good effect, feeling another little tingle. Something in your groin burns for a moment, and you almost drop the glass... which would have been pretty bad. "Come on. I stripped for //you.//
"...You've always been naughty, Chastiti. Ever since your parents sent you to me. This is a new low, though..." You'd been sixteen and rebellious. Your teacher had been only 21, at least to look at, but she'd been strict. You remember how you fought against her at every turn, and how she always curbed your behavior with a stern word. As you'd gotten older, though, you'd also noticed her eyes traveling over you. Jealousy, probably. She always envied your body. Now you were going to make sure she got it.
"Then maybe you better spank me." Your teacher is slipping her dress off, flicking the black straps from her pale shoulders. Friction keeps them attached at the breasts for a moment, and then they pool down to the floor. She doesn't seem to be wearing any underwear, and you can see the red stubble above her sex.
She conjures a red chair and sat in it. "Perhaps I should." She eyes you up and down, taking in every inch of your form. Especially your clean shaven pussy - one of you knew what was coming today, at least. "...I'd hoped you give me a little more resistance; but this is fine, too."
"Oh, I'm not done fighting you on your teachings //'mistress'//. I think you're going to have to punish me a lot." You place the green vial on its shelf, and strut toward her. Leaning your flat belly over her flesh, you clutch at the chair legs and wriggle your bubbly behind. It's got a little fatness, from that birthday cake. You'll work it off later.
Her fingers slap down on your rear, leaving a red bruise. You whimper, but it's mostly for effect. Plus, it keeps you from letting out a moan.
The feeling that you've forgotten something persists for a few days, but soon fades. It couldn't have been important anyway. You're having way too much fun with your Mistress!
Ending 3: Ironic Name<<set $history to "Your name is Chastiti. You're an apprentice, though you really don't want to be. It was your mother who packed you up here, two years ago, for your sixteenth birthday.<br /><br />You still remember the day. Strawberry short cake with sixteen candles and a seventeen year old cutie under your arm. That was Lindsey, your then girlfriend. Who was //not// under your thrall, whatever your little sister said. Whatever your mom believed. If she was, you'd still be together.<br /><br />You'd blown out your candles and wished for a very lucky night with Lindsey. WHat you got was a fake smile from your mom while she told you about how she'd taken steps to secure your future. Red hair, green eyes, and even your taste for the ladies were all traits you'd gotten from your great aunt Irene. You were thankfully for exactly two of them, but your mother thought you should be trained in magic, too. She tried to pass it off like she was doing it for you, all smiles as she twisted her hair about. She just didn't like you dating Lindsey. She thought you'd get in trouble for sleeping with the mayor's daughter.<br /><br />No. For //enchanting// the mayor's daughter. Like you even knew how to use magic! But just because you got the pretty girl, all the boys had to raise a fuss about two women who liked women being in the same town. And just because your dumb great aunt Irene was infamous for making her own personal harem, you had to get torn away from your special night and sent off to train with a wizard.<br /><br />A ridiculously //hot// wizard, but you're pretty sure Fiona's ancient. She barely looks any older than you, yet she hardly even looked you over when you first came to her tower! You'd looked pretty disheveled, though, your cheeks red from tears and your hair a mess and your dress covered in dirt from travel. Yet even after you'd washed up, combed your hair, and cut the dress at the groin - nothing! No reactions.<br /><br />Since you weren't allowed to leave the castle, that meant no girls, no sex, dumb magic lessons taking up most of your time. The only way you could seem to get to her was with your annoying comments. You probably wouldn't go insane, if you hadn't realized something: Fiona was trapped, too! With just you. No one else came to visit, or anything.<br /><br />You started trying to torture her with your company. Making messes, refusing to clean. She always used magic. Glared at you, and demanded chores which you only did when she magically stapled your hands to a broom. You had no interest in learning this stuff, if all it would get you was trapped in a tower like your 'Mistress.'<br /><br />You turned seventeen in that stuffy place. One year down. You could leave when you turned eighteen, and you wouldn't officially be part of her charge. You were planning on it, right until the night of your birthday. You'd eaten a piece of strawberry short cake, waiting for her to reach - and then slapping her hand away! You were going to tell her you were out of there.<br /><br />Except, for the first time ever, your teacher did more than just glare. The wizard used her magic to physically pick you up, and put you over her knee, gagging your mouth just as ssoon as you opened it. <br /><br />When she tugged your skirts down, you could only let out a shocked gasp of air. She slapped you. She slapped you again, and again, and again until your bottom was as red as your hair and your cheeks were warm... and you could feel something wet beneath her black skirts.<br /><br />As little as you liked to behave, no one had ever done that to you before. Your parents had always been a little scared of you. Fiona had been scared, too - but of something else, you now realize. She'd been holding back. Now she wasn't.<br /><br />Well, maybe she wasn't the only one! You bit down on her invisible gag of air, and you took her slaps. You wriggled on her thigh and let her feel that you were wet, too. That stopped her. She pushed you off of her and she got up, to go back to her room. Before she left, she informed you that you could pack your bags and leave if that's what you wanted. In the morning.<br /><br />Screw that. You wanted to srew her, now. So you went down to her dungeon, you stripped off all your clothes, and you picked up one of her potions.<br /><br />And that's how you ended up here.">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending3 to "seen">> (Picture below)
<img src="https://image.ibb.co/gZLbZ7/Chastiti_resized.jpg"><<set $recall to "clear">><<set $sex to "female">><<set $name to "Bambi">><<set $body to "a gorgeous, if somewhat dimwitted, young woman.">><<set $hairtype to "full bodied tresses of">><<set $haircolor to "platinum">><<set $hairlength to "brushes against the floor">><<set $eyes to "blue">><<set $faceshape to "a soft, eternally flushed">><<set $breasts to "perfect. You love the way they bounce when you move. How they look when Fiona puts her hands on them, or kisses your nipples. They're so sensitive... and squishy! Sometimes, you spend a few hours just poking them and giggling">><<set $hips to "one of your best features, swaying from side to side whenever you walk">><<set $bottomsize to "Though. Fiona seems to like your breasts, too! And your butt. She often squeezes the soft cheeks between her fingers, letting them fill her palms when she tugs you into a kiss. Sometimes you just like to bounce your bottom on her knee so she can watch your breasts bounce, too! Then she can enjoy everything at once.">><<set $legs to "carefully mainted">><<set $pubichair to "completely shaven">><<set $moisture to "always wet. It's incredibly sensitive, so just rubbing your thighs a little while you lick Fiona is enough to send little jolts of pleasure through you">><<set $job to "nothing but a bimbo.">><<set $memory to "a gorgeous, if somewhat dimwitted, young woman.">>You're not even listening, anymore. Something about the universe, and. Reality? Whatever. You know how to get your girlfriend to shut up about boring things, and focus on what matters. You’re already on your knees, leaning forward with only an inch to spare. You just close the distance and plant your greedy kiss on Fiona’s nether lips, tongue pushing into her folds. The redhead’s wet, already, her juice a tangy treat for your tongue. You kiss her, again, tangling your painted red nails in the sweet red bristles of her bush.
Fiona moans when you tug at her, and grasps your platinum hair. You remember that she called it stupid, back when you first met. Or she called you stupid? Well, you’ve been dating for three years so what does that make her! You giggle to yourself, shaking her head when she looks down at you.
“Just thinking of you,” you promise, voice breathy from need. Talking is totally a waste of your talented tongue, though. You push the slick muscle into your girlfriend, again. You hook your fingers into her folds and pull them apart for better access, directly tonguing her opening. Your finger slides in, letting the gap close a little. You know exactly where to find her g-spot, exactly how to touch it to make her knees weak as she moans.
You lose yourself in Fiona’s pussy, nipping at the skin with your teeth and tugging, pushing your nose against her. You butt her knees with your head, looking up lovingly at your girlfriend. She rolls her eyes and lies down, giving your fingers access to her breasts while you suck upon her flesh.
You know Fiona is down in her dungeon to work on something. Important like? But whatever. That doesn’t matter to you. What matters is the moans you’re bringing out with your mouth and the way her pussy is clamping on your fingers. What matters is that you can fit her breast in your palm and squeeze her nipple and make her cry from joy. It’s what you’re good at. Maybe the only thing. But your girlfriend loves it, so whatever. Anyone who thinks bad can go get turned into. Whatever wizards turn people into.
You sort of think maybe there’s something you’re forgetting? But. Like. What could be more important than this!?
Ending 7: A Mind Is a Wonderful Thing To Waste<<set $history to "...Huh? Is this really the best time to be remembering stuff? You’re. Like. In the middle of seducing your girlfriend, here! She’s basically just your fuck toy when you lick her right, so you really want to get on that. Also under that, to the side of that, and anywhere else which involves your lips on that. You don’t have time to worry about little voices whispering something’s wrong!<br /><br />Your name? You know your name. It’s Bambi. Fiona screams it every night. She’s really considerate. She never yells at you when you’re being slow, and she doesn’t make you feel like an idiot. Even if she does totally babble too much about stuff. Like she’s doing right now. You don’t exactly care about her magic!<br /><br />Except when she makes her slit taste like strawberries or something. You totally care about that magic. Also, is it magic when her fingers are inside you and you see sparks? No one else ever did that for you. No one else ever did anything for you, like Fiona does. She’s made the last… some large number of orgasms the best in your whole life!<br /><br />You only even came to this tower because you forgot how to walk home… You were planning to climb the tower and see if you could spot your house from there. Yet ever since you met Fiona, you’ve wanted to leave! She’s the first person not to just call you an idiot, because you don’t know how to do things like clean or run without tripping – looking at things is hard, when there’s a pretty thing around! Fiona says you know how to do what you want to do with your life, so you were fine.<br /><br />It’s just that what you want to do is have lots of sex, and not worry about anything else! It’s not like you need to be smart to be a good girlfriend, or anything. You can still wipe her tears when she’s upset, and kiss her rear when she’s feeling happy, and grind yourself along her back when you’re feeling frisky. You don’t need to know big words, and Fiona never wears any tricky zippers, so. You just need to know how to pull down her skirts, which is totally easy, and she takes care of the blouse while you make out with her slit.<br /><br />Which is what you should totally be doing, instead of thinking on this stupid stuff!">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending7 to "seen">> (Picture below)
<img src="https://image.ibb.co/nPs7yT/resizedbimbo.jpg">
You walk through the open door, legs trembling as you try and process what just happened to you. What the witch did to you. You’re female. You’re female, because she’s manipulated reality itself to make you that way. It sort of seems like she prefers you this way, actually. You’ve heard about girls who like girls, but the wizard?
"One more thing, by the way..." Your muscles freeze in place. "New reality. New name. I really can't have you going around as <<if $escaped is "yes">>...Whatever your name is.<<else>>$name.<<endif>> You'll have to do something //else// if you want to make this world think you're male.
"Now. [[What to call you?]]"<<set $recall to "vague">>You whimper, trying to paw against the bed. You've upset your prety mistress, and now she's so upset! You just wriggle about in your bonds, trying to get free!
She laughs. You pant, stopping your struggle. It makes her happy that she's happy. That's because she's your mistress, right? That's. That's what she said... You didn't really think it made sense, before, but now it feels like you can almost remember it. Her hand scratching your ears, and your snout sniffing against her legs.
“Dog?” You're a dog? That... can't...
“That's right.” Her smile is growing wider. You smile back, your tongue lolling out over your lips. Her fingers slip down to brush through your hair. "You're my very special girl. Aren't you?"
"Yip!" You bark, excited just to feel her figers on your human hair. You always loved your mistress. You remember that now. Right? Yes. You remember it now. Your memories are just a bit fuzzy because you're a dog. That's what the pretty lady said. Your mistress.
It... doesn't sound quite right... But your pretty mistress wouldn’t lie, would she? You can’t remember anything else. It must be true, you think.
“Don’t worry, Molly. Your mistress is here to [[fix you.]]”<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $sex to "female">><<set $name to "Molly">><<set $hairtype to "shaggy">><<set $haircolor to "brown">><<set $hairlength to "camouflages your light brown wolf ears. It does nothing to hide the tail, though, which often gets tangled up in strands of hair.">><<set $body to "a fierce dog girl">><<set $eyes to "dark brown">><<set $faceshape to "soft round features. They're overshadowed by plump lips and sharp teeth, neither of which can contain your long tongue. It usually hangs down the bottom half of your">><<set $breasts to "small, but your mistress loves them anyways! You squirm and pant every time she kisses you on your nipples or licks your breast">><<set $hips to "wide, and strong, so that you can stand for hours on guard">><<set $bottomsize to "Though maybe you'd look more fierce if your tail wasn't always wagging, whenever you smelled mistress nearby?">><<set $legs to "very flexible legs">><<set $pubichair to "your bush wild">><<set $moisture to "your pussy always hot for mistress's finger. You never stay still long enough for grooming, but you're happy to writhe and squirm whenever she wants mistress-pet time">><<set $job to "a faithful watch dog, recently turned part human.">><<set $memory to "a fierce dog girl">>
Oh, you can’t hold yourself anymore! It’s a pussy! You run forward, all your paws scrabbling at the stone floor. You stuff your face against her sex and give it a slobbery kiss, shoving the thick muscle inside until she cries out. Her mouth! She has a mouth, too, and you have a mouth and your mouth can be on her mouth. You scrabble at her with your front paws, those weird new fingers grabbing at her shoulders as you lick her lips and nip her cheek. Mistress laughs, and your tail wags as you throw your wild hair back and forth.
“You’re an eager doggy, aren’t you? Mistresses little watch dog, right? Going to protect me from danger?” Fiona laughs, again. You lick her face, this time being careful not to prick her with your sharp teeth. Your ears are up and on the alert, in case anyone intrudes on your mistress-pet private time.
You take a sniff of the air, but the only thing you’re getting is Mistress. So you think it’s safe to lower your head a little, and lick her breast. It’s sooo good. You lick it again, tasting the slightly bitter skin, pushing against her nipple. She reaches behind you to squeeze your bottom, and you tense the muscles so she can feel how strong you are. You have to be able to protect her, after all!
Her fingers are sliding down, though, between your strong thighs. She’s touching your sex, working two fingers into your moist slit. Pulling them apart. You tilt your head up and howl, the most primal noise you can manage.
Then you lower it, past the breasts to your mistress’s sex. You shove your thick tongue into the pussy you so love to chase. You can barely fit, but you squirm until the muscle is entirely encased in her tight flesh. Then you start to pull back, taking the tangy scent of your mistress with you. Your ears perk when she moans.
There’s no doubt left in you. You’re just so happy Mistress turned you human!
Ending 8: Watchdog <<set $history to "Your name is Molly. You’re a dog. You belong to your mistress, Fiona. She feeds you, and pets you, and gives you belly rubs. Most of your life, so far, has been belly rubs. The good parts!<br /><br />You don’t really remember much of your life. You never had much use for memory when you were just a dog, and you only got turned part human just now. You mostly just know that your name is Molly and your Mistress is Fiona and she feeds you and pets you and gives you belly rubs. Those are the important things.<br /><br />You also know that you love her, though! You love licking her with your tongue, and sniffing her with your nose against her. You love being around her, and making her happy. You’re also sure it’s important to keep her safe! Safe against dangerous things, like those little shadows that skitter across the floor whenever there’s a mouse nearby. You don’t know what a shadow is, but they have no smell so it they be trusted! Not when your mistress’s life is at stake!<br /><br />It’s because of your protection that your mistress can laugh. Even during the most dangerous moments, when you’re going head to head with the dog that lives inside that shiny mirror thing, she can laugh because she knows you’ll protect her. Then she rewards you with more playing and belly rubbing and food.<br /><br />Except this time, you tried to protect her from a shadow in the potions room, and there was a big old crash. And now you’re human! You’re not sure how Mistress will play with you now… but you’re sure she’ll find a way!">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending8 to "seen">><<set $recall to "clear">><<set $sex to "female">><<set $name to "Molly">><<set $hairtype to "silken">><<set $haircolor to "brown">><<set $hairlength to "camouflages your floppy brown ears. It does nothing to hide the tail, though, which wags happily back and forth when mistress is near.">><<set $body to "a loyal dog girl">><<set $eyes to "dark brown">><<set $faceshape to "soft round features. They're overshadowed by plump lips, which can't contain your pussy loving tongue. It usually hangs down the bottom half of your">><<set $breasts to "small, but your mistress loves them anyways! You squirm and pant every time she kisses you on your nipples or licks your breast">><<set $hips to "wide, all the better to birth new puppies for your mistress and her magic fingers">><<set $bottomsize to "Thinking that makes your tail wag, though you try not to smack it against your mistress.">><<set $legs to "very flexible legs">><<set $pubichair to "your well trimmed bush">><<set $moisture to "well stroked slit are tributes to how wonderfully your mistress cares for you">><<set $job to "a simple dog, recently turned part human.">><<set $memory to "a loyal dog girl">>
As excited as you are for pussy, you try and keep yourself calm. Your new paws feel odd on the cold stone, with their “fingers.” Your legs are too long. You have to bend them at the knee just to walk on all fours, and crawl forward. It’s only a few feet though, and then you’re able to put your head on her lap.
Your mouth feels dry. You want to lick her! Weren’t you worried a moment ago, though? About something? Maybe? You look up at your mistress, and Fiona slips her finger down into her folds. She pulls one of the lips aside to reveal pink flesh. Your heart beats faster. You whine, until Fiona gives you a little smile and your fears disappear. Mistress is going to let you lick her, after all!
Eagerly, you push your tongue into her folds, wriggling along the path she’s made for you until your tongue is touching her entrance. You shove the long, thick muscle inside, pushing your nose directly against her body so that you can take in her scent. She smells sweet, and she tastes just a touch acidic, making your tongue tingle. You like it.
Mistress taps you lightly on the forehead, and you pull out. You push your cold nose against her clit, instead, shoving against the button until you hear your mistress moan. Then you lick it, delicately working your oversized muscle against her lovely button until she’s crying out. You lift your head to pant up at her, and then you push yourself back between her thighs. Your mouth clamps tight on her mound, and her tongue shoves in while you suck with all your might. You can hear your mistress almost howling above you, and it makes you so happy. You feel her shudder, and something spurts into the back of your mouth. You swallow her pussy juices eagerly.
“Good… girl. You’re a well behaved bitch, aren’t you?” Mistress runs her fingers through your hair and you feel another tingle through your scalp. Her fingers slide easily through your well combed hair, and you feel pride in how well your mistress has groomed you. You press your head on her lap and look up pleadingly at her. She responds by squeezing your soft bottom and slipping her fingers down to your moist slit.
Her finger enters you, and you let out a sharp bark of shock at how good that feels. She rubs against your walls and you howl, the sound fading to more human moan.
“Now roll over…” You do, crying out mournfully when her finger slips free, and then happily barking when she pushes her finger back inside. “Good girl,” she tells you, and you feel pride. Her left hand cups your breast and you feel a line of pleasure jump like a spark between your clit and nipple. You feel so good. So good! You howl, rubbing your head against your msitresses wet lap, until your mistress lifts your head up and kisses you on your lips.
“Good girl…” she repeats, and you quite. She lowers you back to her lap, and you stare up at her adoringly. Yes. You’re her good girl. Her good dog. You let your tongue loll out as she starts to rub your belly, and touch the underside of your breasts. The pleasure builds again, filling your mind as your whole body shudders.
You lean up to lick your mistress on her chin, and then flop back to her lap. Yes. It’s hard to believe you were so scared, after your mistress turned you human. It’s definitely the best thing that ever happened to you!
Ending 9: Lapdog <<set $history to "Your name is Molly. You’re a pure bred show dog – a labrador, bred and raised by the mistress Fiona. She’s the one who feeds you warm meat and rubs your belly when you’ve been good. Which is always. You’re always a good, well behaved girl. You can sit still for minutes at a time while her magic brushes comb out your hair, and you never bathe in anything dirty. The only thing you ask for is the chance to lie your head on your mistress’s lap and have your ears scratched.<br /><br />You were very happy with your old life, until today. You never meant to get into your owner’s potions. You only wanted her to brush a little tangle out of your fur. You hadn’t found her in her lab, but then you saw there was one of the potions she used to clean you! You thought that you could do it yourself… but instead of cleaning your fur, it removed almost all of it! And gave you weird unattractive hand paws – the sort that look wonderful on mistress, but how could she ever love them on you? How could she ever want to rub your belly, now that it’s flat and furless and ends with those oddly straight legs<br /><br />At least she doesn’t seem //too// upset. You’ll jjust have to have faith in your bond. After all: if you can’t trust your mistress, you can’t trust anyone. ">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending9 to "seen">><<set $butt to "bubble butt">><<set $body to "a young witch in training">><<set $sex to "female">><<set $haircolor to "red">><<set $hairlength to "slides its way down to your waist, bouncing a little when you walk">><<set $hairtype to "wavy">><<set $faceshape to "a heart shaped">><<set $eyes to "green">><<set $breasts to "heavy, aching whenever you run. You try to cover them with your hands, sometimes, but your slender fingers have trouble containing them. Plus, the hard nipples feel odd against your palm">><<set $job to "an apprentice named Chastiti">>><<set $hips to "wide. Every step you take causes them to sway from side to side">><<set $bottomsize to "It might not be so bad, if it weren't for your bubbly butt: just walking makes it jiggle. Every time you lean, you feel as if there's a target on your backside... Like you're quietly begging for someone to slap it!">><<set $legs to "shapely">><<set $pubichair to "cleanshaven">><<set $moisture to "wet">>You charge forward, keeping your head down and the bottle close to your chest. You're relieved to see the woman step aside, giving you an open path to the door. You're less relieved when you feel her fingers in your short brown hair, tugging harshly at your scalp.
"You have a stronger will than I thought you would, for such a muscle bound fool." Another tug. She reaches for the bottle in your hand - the only bargaining chip you have left. Before you can even threaten her with it, she wraps her hand over yours. You feel warmth, and suddenly the only thing in your hand is a smooth pink rod.
"You're the wizard," you accuse, voice trembling. Her fingers are trailing through your hair, tugging lightly. Under her ministrations, you can feel your hair stretching down your shoulders. She starts at the top again, pulling it down a few more inches. Then a few more. It's almost tender, the way she yanks growth out of your scalp. You blow a bit of red hair from your eyes.
"Why am I here?"
"My name is Fiona. As for why you're here: I'm a wizard; we experiment. And since no one was volunteering..." Her hands slide down to your waist, giving a little pinch. She's tugging on your hips, and they almost seem to creek as your bones shift wider.
"What are you doing to me?" Your voice is soft. High pitched. You hate to hear the tremor in your voice, but there's no escaping it. It's inside you.
"What I've //done// is cut you off from reality. Removed you from the universe. In words your musclebound mind can understand, you're not. Real." She smiles at you, green eyes piercing yours. Her finger drops down to your bottom and gives it a little pinch, before beginning to kneed the squishy flesh of your bubble butt.
"I'm... not real?" No. If you weren't real, you wouldn't be able to feel this! The pain of her fingers tugging at your hair, and the oddly arousing warmth of her hand on your naked behind. Though it's odd that your manhood still remains limp. "Am I ghost?"
"No; which is quite an issue, isn't it? Reality doesn't have a place for the old you, anymore." She reaches for your manhood, grasping the limp flesh in her fingers and putting her thumb atop the head. You feel nothing. Not even when she starts to press her finger against the tip, shoving it bit by bit inside your skin.
"Which means..." She smiles at you. "Reality needs to find a new place for you. Based on the way you act. On the way I treat you. On what I say your form should be."
She places her hand on your chest, her palm cupping about your nipple. Slowly rubbing up and down, until the flesh began to swell into her fingertips. Growing further, filling her palm.
"Of course, you could choose to fight it. I'm quite curious whether you can find your way back." She shoves her thumb entirely inside you, sending out a shock of pleasure. Your body opens up around her finger, swollen lips sucking at her digit. She grasps your masculine sack and packs it inside. You can actually feel it all being absorbed into your body, organs twisting inside your flattened belly.
Your breath comes heavier, breasts expanding. They overfill her hand, the stiff nipples twitching in her grasp. Your face tingles painfully as the last few changes come into place.
"I wonder what the difference is, between a hero and a damsel."
[[Give in to your fate|Tried So Hard]]
[[Run for the door|Flee The Room]]<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $body to "a happily nude young woman">><<set $sex to "female">><<set $breasts to "heavy, aching whenever you run. You try to cover them with your hands, sometimes, but your slender fingers have trouble containing them. Plus, the hard nipples feel odd against your palm">><<set $job to "a //very// happy young woman, who rarely ever leaves her lover's side.">><<set $hips to "wide. Every step you take causes them to sway from side to side">><<set $bottomsize to "Not that you don't encourage it. You love how your hips make your bubble butt wiggle, the flesh an ever-tempting target for your teacher. A naughty girl like you deserves to be spanked, after all!">><<set $legs to "shapely">><<set $pubichair to "cleanshaven">><<set $moisture to "wet">><<set $haircolor to "red">><<set $hairlength to "slides its way down to your waist, bouncing a little when you walk">><<set $hairtype to "wavy">><<set $faceshape to "a heart shaped">><<set $eyes to "green">><<set $memory to "a happily nude young woman">><<set $name to "Chastiti">>You feel your lip quivering. A little tear is rolling down your eyes. You haven't cried since... Well, the last time Mistress spanked your bottom rare. The last time you played with her potions.
It's a false memory. There's more of them, dancing along your skull like little pins. You know you can resist them, but it's so hard. You already broke free from your restraints. Grabbed a bottle. Got so close to the door. You want it to be enough.
You always want it to be enough. That's why your parents sent you here, two years ago. They thought you were a petulant child, who couldn't be bothered to put in the effort. They thought studying under the wizard would cause you to form discipline. You had learned a few spells under her, but not discipline. The only thing you'd formed was a crush.
You shudder as you feel the wizard's finger sliding into your pussy, gently teasing along the walls. Her thumb brushes against your clit, and sends a little wave of pleasure through you. You don't think you've ever felt anything like that, before.
Though you came pretty close last night, thinking about your mistress - Fiona - and stroking yourself toward orgasm. You'd resisted her for so long. Now you don't need to: you were old enough, now. You're eighteen, and she's only 21. In wizard terms, anyway. You both know you aren't going to get very far as a wizard's apprentice. You'd rather go through life as Fiona's lover.
Fingers pinch your nipple, and a sharp gasp escapes your lips. "Yes..." You moan, shifting your hips. Your pussy lips are clamped upon her fingers like an eager mouth, unwilling to let go of their prize. Still, her fingers manage to slip from your grasp, and plunge in again.
You want more, though. Your eyes drift down to the pink phallus you've been clutching in your hand. You brought it for a reason. Fiona still saw you as a student; you wanted her to see you as a woman. So you had stripped naked, and climbed down the stairs into her dungeon. You'd found her potion lab, and waited for her. She'd resisted, until you kissed her. Pressed your bare breasts against her. Licked her ear and //begged// her to "teach" you how to be a woman.Like you didn't know.
Now you offer Fiona the dildo. Time seems to slow to a crawl as you watch her delicate fingers curling around it. You see her lift it, and then lower it, pressing the head of it against your thigh. Her thumb brushes against your clit, again, before she works the tip against your slit. Pushing into the folds, making headway to your moist hole. She pushes it inside, and tilts it. Pulls it back, and shoves it in again.
Your breath comes quicker. She keeps thrusting, occasionally flicking her thumb across your clit or working her index into your sex. Adding extra pressure.
Your heart beats faster, a pressure building up inside your body. Warmth. She kisses your nipple, taking it between her lips and lightly tugging at it with her teeth. You want to scream. You feel like a line of fire is igniting inside you. Traveling from breast to sex and flowing through your limbs.
She tilts the pink dildo you'd brought. Takes the tool you gave her, and drives it into just the perfect spot. Makes your back arch as moans tear themselves from you, as lights dance in your eyes and your entire body seizes in joy.
You clutch at her, trying to tug off her dress. She smiles and begin to pump again. That's only one round; there will be many more before the end of the night Even more in days to come.
The wizard has lost a lackluster apprentice, who didn't even know how to try. She's gained a lover, who's very eager to learn.
Ending 5: Tried So Hard<<set $history to "Your name is Chastiti. You're an apprentice wizard, though... You're not very good at it. Which sucks, since you actually tried! You tried a lot.<br /><br />It was originally your mother's idea to send you up here, two years ago, for your sixteenth birthday.<br /><br />You still remember the day. Strawberry short cake with sixteen candles and a seventeen year old cutie under your arm. That was Lindsey, your then girlfriend. Who was //not// under your thrall, whatever your little sister said. Whatever your mom believed. If she was, you'd still be together.<br /><br />You'd blown out your candles and wished for a very lucky night with Lindsey. WHat you got was a fake smile from your mom while she told you about how she'd taken steps to secure your future. Red hair, green eyes, and even your taste for the ladies were all traits you'd gotten from your great aunt Irene. You were thankfully for exactly two of them, but your mother thought you should be trained in magic, too. She tried to pass it off like she was doing it for you, all smiles as she twisted her hair about. She just didn't like you dating Lindsey. She thought you'd get in trouble for sleeping with the mayor's daughter.<br /><br />No. For //enchanting// the mayor's daughter. Like you even knew how to use magic! But just because you got the pretty girl, all the boys had to raise a fuss about two women who liked women being in the same town. And just because your dumb great aunt Irene was infamous for making her own personal harem, you had to get torn away from your special night and sent off to train with a wizard.<br /><br />A ridiculously //hot// wizard, as it turned out. You might have even gotten a bit of a crush...<br /><br />Thing is, you actually //tried// after that. You tried to copy her spells.You tried to copy her potions. THey mostly blew up, and sometimes she spanked you - and sometimes maybe you liked it a little. Though Fiona never looked twice at you, you had to admit that she was pretty.. and as you got older, and you filled out more? She always seemed to stay exactly the same age. Magic. That was the sort of stuff you wanted to learn. <br /><br />Only thing is? You're eighteen now, and you can tell Fiona's getting tired of you. You have a little amgic, but you've barely been able to eke out any spells. You don't listen to her unless she spanks you, and even then you're too busy biting your lip to actually agree to anything. You know she expects you to pack your bags and walk out, now.<br /><br />Except, you don't //want// to walk out. You don't want to give up. You don't want to leave Fiona. It's only that magic isn't what you really want her to teach you! That's why you stripped naked. Why you slipped down here. Why you started going through her potions, looking for the perfect lust spell. Something you could blame everything on.<br /><br />You're tired of trying. You just want to have fun.">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending5 to "seen">> (Picture below)
<img src="https://image.ibb.co/gZLbZ7/Chastiti_resized.jpg"><<set $recall to "clear">><<set $sex to "female">><<set $name to "Abigail">><<set $body to "a chimera">><<set $hairtype to "tangled">><<set $haircolor to "green">><<set $hairlength to "has grown its way nearly to the floor">><<set $eyes to "blue">><<set $faceshape to "a round">><<set $breasts to "embarrassingly massive. Ever since you first got pregnant, they've been slowly filling with milk. Slowly expanding until now they rest upon your swollen belly, leaking milk whenever you move. Your belly is constantly clinking when you walk, and your breasts sloshing as they rock back and forth - a constant orchestra">><<set $hips to "wide, perfect for birthing the children to come">><<set $bottomsize to "The mere thought makes your cottonball tail wiggle for joy.">><<set $legs to "thick set">><<set $pubichair to "enshrouded in pink fur,">><<set $moisture to "eternally wet for your mistress">><<set $job to "a pet">><<set $memory to "a chimera">>You can feel your skull tingling, your flesh starting to heat. You know that this woman is doing something to you, even if you aren't sure what. Something about that name, maybe? You can't let her keep calling you that name.
In a fit of desperation, you reach behind you and sweep the potions off and to the ground. Taking a precious gasp of air, you hope to make off in the smoke screen while she deals with the results.
Hands over your mouth, you run through the mix of smoke, colors of pink and green and more clouding your vision. You're almost past her when you feel a sudden impact. The wind is driven from your lungs. Your hands open, pain rushing through your knuckles, mouth now exposed. You can't stop yourself from taking a wheezing breath. Several of them are necessary before you can stand.
You step forward cautiously in the smoke, hand stretched out. You meet resistance. An invisible wall of some sort, and on the other side of it the witch; just a fuzzy outline you can't even reach.
Banging on the wall does nothing. Multicolored smoke is already flowing through your lungs, slipping its poison into your veins. Skin tingling, skull tightening.
You feel your ears itch. They start to rise up, painfully stretching and constricting as they lose their traditional rounded shape. You reach a hand up to feel the fur growing in, covering your new cat ears.
Trickles of brunette hair fall down your face, lightening before your eyes. Shifting to a deep golden, and then a bright green. Matching your ears, no doubt.
Your spine twitches. There's a little flare of pain, and you find yourself falling forward. Your hands scrabble at the ground, little claws digging in. Slender digits. You shiver, pulling your legs under you and leaning on your arms. That feels right; it's more natural. You want to see more, though, so you push off your hands and onto your haunches. Your nose twitches as you sniff the air, not noticing the pink fur that grows over your legs. Or the way they're constricting, reshaping so as to stay in this bent position. You do notice when your bottom begins to burn, but all you can feel back there is your cute cottontail. You wriggle it a bit to make sure it's okay, and then twitch your cat ears. Then hop forward, pushing against the glass that holds you.
The smoke is starting to clear, and you can see the wizard now. She's smiling at you! You smile back, placing a clawed hand upon your belly. Another tingle, as a small bump appears beneath your hand. Getting bigger. You must have started egg production.
You smile wider at your mistress through the glass, pawing it in the hopes that it will end. Finally, it does, and you tumble forward. Your hands slide down to your bulging stomach, feeling the weight of the eggs inside you. So heavy, it's difficult to stand again. So heavy, you can crawl forward a few steps before your mistress wraps her arms around your gravid form, and helps to lift your poor belly.
You'll be laying your eggs, soon. It's really hard to believe it was only nine months ago that mistress fertilized you! Nine months since she made you the happiest chimera on earth.
You'll never know what really happened - and you'll never care. You don't even remember another life, anymore! You're just so pleased to be a mother.
Ending 4: Chimera Mom<<set $history to "You're Abigail - A 'Chimera mom,' according to Fiona. The very first of your kind - she magically made you in an egg! She have fond memories of her playing with your ears and rubbing your little stomach as a child... <br /><br />You love her dearly, but you've often wished she wouldn't treat you like you're still a baby. Rubbing your belly, when you really want her to be rubbing your aching slit. Kissing your forehead when her lips should be on your milk laden breasts! She made you to be a mother, not a baby.<br /><br />It was almost nine months ago that you took things into your own hands. It wasn't the first time you crawled into her bed when she wasn't there, but this time you actually stayed above the covers! You discarded the robes she'd carefully dressed you in, and combed your pink fur away from your slit. Then it was just a matter of waiting for her to come in.<br /><br />She'd laughed, at first. Told you to get up and get dressed. Petted you on the belly. How your cheeks had flushed! How unfortunately good her fingers had felt on your taught skin. Instead of following her orders, though, you simply grasped onto her hand and firmly pushed it toward your aching pussy!<br /><br />That was the night she'd finally used you, the way you were meant to be used. Her fingers had plunged into your core, again and again. She was cautious at first, uncertain. Then she felt how your snatch tugged her in, and she became more confident. Her lips on yours, her tongue pushing into your mouth, her hand squeezing your breast! At last, the sensation of her own pussy on yours as she tightly squeezed you between her thighs. Your juices intermingling.<br /><br />There had been more pleasurable nights, since. Nights with toys, and dildos! Yet that first night, when your juices mingled: that was the night she made a mother out of you. That was the night that filled your breasts with milk, and your eggs with life. Ever since, you've enjoyed the sound of them clinking inside you, your belly slowly swelling... You love your mistress for doing this to you. And soon, there will be a whole clutch for your mistress to baby! Then she can make a mother out of you, again, and again, for as long as you live.">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending4 to "seen">> (Picture below)
<img src="https://image.ibb.co/ju9aSS/Chimera_Mom_resized.jpg">“Now. I’m afraid you’re a little… lacking. When it comes to anatomy.” There’s no mistaking what she means, as she immediately takes your cock in her hand. Your masculine pride feels oddly numb in her grip, but your worries fade when her thumb brushes against the sensitive head and pleasure trembles through your body. You’ve never felt so warm, before, just from a touch… And considering how she lengthened your hair, you dare to feel a glimmer of excitement.
The feeling turns to apprehension, when her thumb pushes itself against your sensitive head. You hear a slight sucking sound as your suddenly stiff rod accepts the head inside itself, and her thumb actually enters into your body. Apparently, it’s now the only part of you that isn’t frozen.
Warmth fills your groin. Little gasps of unwanted pleasure whistle through your puckered lips.You can actually feel your flesh opening up to accept your cock. The tender new lips guzzle your flesh, your cock flattening and spreading, reforming into folds. The head of your cock is shoved straight to the top, shrinking down until it’s nothing but a soft bean. She flicks it, and another tingle of pleasure spreads [[throughout your body.]]Fiona rubs your new clit, and your knees begin to shake. Her other hand massages your hips, and you can feel the muscles cracking apart as they spread, flesh filling them up. She gave you long hair, and a pussy, and now she’s giving you hips to match. Now her hands are touching your bottom and kneading at the flesh until there’s no muscle left. Only fat that fills her hand, and wiggles when she gives it a slap.
You have no choice to watch as your body hair begins to disappear; slowly at first and then all at once. Your skin is so smooth that the hair might never have existed, your thighs slim and tender to your captor’s touch. When the redhead thrusts her finger inside of you, your limbs give way and you fall to your knees.
Your cruel captor crouches in front of you, continuing to thrust her way into you. Your pussy is hot and wet, the walls clutching her index as it curves to strike the walls of your new tunnel. The pressure is building, and you can only imagine what it’s coming towards. It was never like this with your cock. You never felt this pleasure flowing through your limbs.
Her left hand lifts itself to your chest. She tugs at the skin like she did for your bottom. You want to sob, as your chest begins to swell and blossom. First just little bumps and then soft round things that could be hidden beneath the wizard’s slender hands. Then you’re filling her palms, your nipples grinding into her hand whenever she gives a squeeze. The hills of your breasts spill through her fingers when she gives them a squeeze, and you feel a line of electircity travel down from your nipple to your clit. Her finger gives another thrust, and this time it presses something deep inside you. A pressure releases and your body goes limp, twitching twitching on the floor. You’re finally free. Looking at the ceiling, able to move your hands. Your slender little fingers, attached to soft and weak arms that barely have the strength to lift you up onto your swollen bottom.
Your fingers cradle your cheeks, the bones higher and your skin soft. They trail through your golden hair, and you sob. Not from the changes but from the sudden absence of her fingers inside you. You want //more/// Such a sick thought. Such a horrible burning need for her flesh on your flesh. Your mind is buzzing with thoughts of her filling you, fisting you. Dirty filthy thoughts of her lips on your pussy folds.
Your hands push against the ground, and you get onto her knees. You’re surprised to realize that Fiona is already standing, and her panties are pushed down enough to reveal the tip of her sweet folds. You... Really want to lick them.
”Well? Weren’t you heading out the door?”
Your throat is dry. Your eyes are still locked on her pussy, and you aren't sure that you can get up. "What... what did you do to me?" Your voice is surprisingly soft. You were expecting the new high pitch, but not the breathy way it slips from your puffy lips.
She laughs. You wish you could glare at her in the eyes instead of staring into her puffy lips. "Other than altering your form? I've. Removed you from reality."
You blink. She laughs again, and you feel her cheeks redden.
"I don't expect you to know what it means; especially not now, when your brain is being rewritten as we speak." What did she just say? You lick your lips. "But I've cut the ties that bind you to the universe. Erased all record of your existence from its memory. You no longer exists..."
"But. I'm right... here..." Her lips weren't that close before. Your arm wasn't stretched out in front of you, either. You're leaning forward. Stretching for it.
"Which is the problem, isn't it? You're here, but you don't exist. Reality doesn't know where to //put// you. So, if I'm treating you as a girl, you must be a girl. If you're staring at my pussy, you must be horny..." She places her hand on your head. "And if I'm talking down to you, then you must be nothing but a dumb little bimbo." She reaches out to run her fingers through your hair.
"...Unless, of course, you manage to resist. I'm quite curious to see what would make the universe see you as $memory again, instead of just a bimbo in distress."
[[Get up and run|Flee The Room]]
[[Give in and lick her slit|A Mind Is a Wonderful Thing To Waste]]“That’s not my name.” You jut your chin out, pushing back your guilt and daring her to say it again. “”I don’t know who you are, but I’m //not// Molly.
The redhead’s lips seem to twitch at the corner. She looks almost pleased. “My name is Fiona - the wizard Fiona, if you feel like being formal; or witch, if you absolutely insist. I’m certainly going to keep calling you Molly.” She reaches out to grasp your hair, sliding her fingers through the brown locks.
You glare up at her.,wishing you could actually move. “My name is-” You let out a high pitched yelp as she tugs your hair. “What are you doing?” Other than holding your hair in her hand. For a moment, you think she must have tugged the strands off. Then your eyes follow the long strands, where they dip below the table and then move back toward your head. You’re sure your hair wasn’t that long, before.
“Making you better. For me, that is. I never could stand the male form....” She reaches out to your head again, tugging at your hair a little more. It doesn’t hurt this time, when the remaining strands stretch out in her hands. She starts to comb them. “I was actually hoping you’d resist a little. The experiment would be awfully short if you didn’t.”
<<if $trans is "yes">>[[Why would I resist this!?]]<<else>>“Experiment?” You try and tug at the binds, but she casually places a hand upon your arm. You feel the flesh crawl, your arms tightening as some of your muscle and fat fades away. Your arms look slender, and smooth, the skin sensitive to her warm fingers. You let out an involuntary shudder when she squeezes your new arm - but try and pass it off as revulsion. “I don’t want any part in your magics.”
She only smiles, slipping her hand up to your cheek. Her fingers squeeze lightly on your bones, and you feel your face begin to heat as your cheeks conform to her grip. Your smooth flesh fills her hands as she rubs up to your temples. More hair falls in front of your eyes, and you blow. Your lips feel almost swollen when you purse them.
“The magic has already been cast, Molly.” She leans down to place a kiss on your lips. Her tongue lightly pushes against yours and flicks against your tongue. You try and bite down, but she’s already pulled away.
“I cast it on you before you even woke up; but I thought it would be nice to let you experience the results yourself…” She pinches your cheek, and you feel the redness grow. You see her reaching for your nipple, and you brace yourself for whatever she’s going to do. She only pinches it, though. A simple action that still sends a lance of pain through you, but mixed with a shock of pleasure. You realize, now, that your nipples and flesh have swollen ever so softly. You have just the barest hint of breasts.
“Why…” you’re again cut off, this time when she cups her hand around your incipient teats. She lowers her head to kiss them, and you tremble as pleasure arcs through your stomach and into your groin. You can’t help but notice that your masculine sex isn’t stiffening. Instead, you feel only a curious warmth and wetness between your unmovable thighs.
“It’s an experiment, Molly. I’m a wizard. It’s what we do.” She pulls her hands away from your breasts, after kissing both on their tips. You watch fleshy mounds spring up from beneath her hands, their nipples aching at the ready. Although they’re small -small enough for Fiona to cover with her fingers - there’s certainly no denying that you have them. It’s also hard to see past them, to where the redhead is kissing your flat belly. She nips your belly button with her teeth, [[before turning her green eyes back toward your face.]]<<endif>>“...Forgetting your name? And I thought your new body was bad enough. You //really// shouldn’t interfere with your mistress, while she’s weaving spells.”
You blink uncertainly at her. “Spells?”
“Of course, Molly. I //am// a wizard. We’re known for our experimental magics. Though I certainly didn’t intend to turn my precious pet human. Or.. Male.” She wrinkles her nose, and you feel a burst of shame to be making such a pretty girl upset.
Still...
<<if $resistance is "medium">>[[That doesn’t sound quite right...|Memories Intact]]<br /><<endif>>[[But then, you can’t really remember anything, can you?|Charmed Life]]<<set $sex to "female">><<set $name to "Molly">><<set $hairtype to "shaggy">><<set $haircolor to "brown">><<set $hairlength to "camouflages your floppy brown ears. It does nothing to hide the tail, though, which often gets tangled up in strands of hair.">><<set $body to "a dog girl">><<set $eyes to "dark brown">><<set $faceshape to "soft round features. They're overshadowed by plump lips, which sadly can't contain your longue tongue. It usually hangs down the bottom half of your">><<set $breasts to "small, but your mistress loves them anyways! You squirm and pant every time she kisses you on your nipples or licks your breast">><<set $hips to "wide, all the better to birth new puppies for your mistress and her magic fingers">><<set $bottomsize to "just thinking about it makes you want to lift your pert rear for her!">><<set $legs to "very flexible legs">><<set $pubichair to "cleanshaven">><<set $moisture to "always wet. You can thank your mistress for both of those things">><<set $job to "a simple dog, recently turned part human.">><<set $memory to "a dog girl">>You whine, trying to move your paws. Hands? Paws. Dogs have paws. You’re just a big stupid human dog. With male parts. Male parts your mistress doesn’t like as much as you were hoping. Now your mistress is walking forward with a look of concentration.
You whine again. Your tongue slips out of your mouth, thick and heavy. You try and tug it back, but it won’t //fit//. It’s so big and long and you can lick your own nose with it. You try to lick Mistress with it! You strain your neck to reach, only she’s. Away. You shake your head rapidly and whine again. Oh. She’s smiling. You smile back. Something’s wrong, though…. Oh right. You can’t lick her.
You whine. She places her hand on your head and starts to pant. “My name is Fiona.” YOU knew that, right? Maybe? Unsure? Right. You always just called her mistress. OR didn’t call her anything. You’re a dog, right?
“FIrst the hair…” The wizard touches your head. She runs her fingers through the brown locks, and they begin to stretch in her grip. Your hair was. Short when you transformed. Yes? Short. She transformed you into a boy so it was short. Now it’s long. Like a girl? Which is what you are. Yes. You’re a girl… You are?
“Shhhhh, Now your face… ” she kisses you on your head, and you finally get the chance to lick her chin. She tastes like mistress! MIstress. You whimper again, tongue lolling out the side while she pulls away, but your cheeks feel warm and hot. Your ears itch a bit, though, and you wish you could rub them. You shake from side to side, and let out another happy bark when you see something dark from the corner of your eye. You try and catch it in your mouth! Your tongue flops up to touch it -and you can feel that! That’s your ear. You have doggy ears. Yes. You’re a doggy so you have doggy ears.
Except you’re human… is mistress turning you into a doggy, again? You let out an inquisitive whine, and pant when she looks at you. You try and lift your legs, but you can’t. She pets your belly anyway and your tongue tries to reach her again. Stupid too short tongue.
“Don’t worry, pet. You’re going to be my beautiful girl soon. My beautiful human bitch.” Bitch?That word means something. Right? Something. Something. You whine again, and she kisses your belly. Your sweet flat belly that feels so warm and soft and is ticklish. It’s the belly you remember your mistress playing with, even though it’s not covered with fur. You wiggle it for her! She laughs, and reaches down to touch your breast.
Your breasts. Did you have breasts as a dog? You don’t remember having anything like mistress does. The soft round mounds that you can roll your tongue across. You whimper again, while your owner starts to pinch your nipples and squeeze your flesh. You //do// have breasts! You have soft little mounds that mistress can play with. You want them bigger. They’re getting bigger! You thrust your chest out so that she can kiss them at the tips. Your hard wet tips. Why does the word “hard” sound so familiar? Oh! She bites your nipple, and you feel sparks spreading through your skin.
Your breasts are starting to blossom. Grow in her hands. “You’re such a goooood girl,” she whispers, and you whimper. “Such a good girl. You’re going to like being human, aren’t you?” She kisses your nipple again. They’re so hard it hurts, Hard? Like your manhood.
She’s clutching your manhood. But you’re not supposed to have a manhood, it was a mistake. IT doesn’t make sense that you suddenly feel like crying, just because she’s starting to shove her thumb against the head of your cock. The flesh is limp and useless, and it doesn’t feel any pain. IT doesn’t feel anything, until it starts to mesh against your groin.
Sweet lips open, and your cock disappears inside. You can feel lit like a rod, sowly melting to nothing. The head disappearing into the tip of your pussy as it forms your clit. You want to lick your mistress’s clit. You want to! You whine. She’s massaging the inside of your sex, and you can’t even return the favor. Her lips are kissing the inside of your thigh, and she’s squeezing your little waist and kissing your hips. Your wide hips.
“I think I’ll have you birth me some pups… I always wanted to start a species.” You pant up at her, squirming to try and get free. Your mistress laughs, and reaches out to the binds that bolt you to the table. Slowly she unscrews them, freeing them as you wiggle about until you flop to the floor.
You crouch. Your knees are up to your neck. Your hands are pressing flat on the floor as you tip onto your toes and look at your mistress above you. Your bushy brown tail wags as you look up at Fiona. Your mistress. She’s settling herself on the floor, llifting her dress up above her hips and patting her hand on her thighs. She's not wearing any panties.
She wants you. You want her. So why is a little tiny piece of you, now that you’re free, screaming that something is wrong?
OH! Her fingers in her pussy! Her fingers in her pussy! You want the pussy!
[[Pounce on her|Watchdog]]
[[Rest your head on her lap|Lapdog]]<<if $job is "a hero">><<set $butt to "firmly toned ass.">><<elseif $job is "a blacksmith">><<set $butt to "firmly toned ass.">><<else>><<set $butt to "heartshaped rear.">><<endif>><<set $sex to "female">><<set $hairtype to "silken">><<set $haircolor to "brown">><<set $hairlength to "brushes against your bottom">><<set $body to "a simple brunette">><<set $eyes to "dark brown">><<set $faceshape to "a soft round">><<set $breasts to "small, but still large enough to fill your shrunken hands. They're annoyingly sensitive">><<set $hips to "narrow; at least no one can accuse you of having birthing hips">><<set $bottomsize to "They still seem to highlight your newly feminized $butt">><<if $resistance is "medium">><<set $job to "Molly. A wizard's play thing">><<set $memory to "still a man. Even if you can't remember anything else">><<else>><<else set $memory to "a simple brunette">><<endif>><<set $legs to "smooth legs">><<set $pubichair to "cleanshaven">><<set $moisture to "upsettingly wet. You can thank Fiona for both">>“As for what I’ve done - I’ve removed you from reality. Cut away everything that locks you in existance. I doubt you even remember who you used to be, but that person no longer exists… So far as the universe is concerned, he never existed.”
“But I’m…” The wizard kisses your throat, and you cough. “I’m…” Your voice comes out high pitched, sounding panicked. You try again. “I’m…” it’s more natural, but still soft. Breathy. “...I’m right here....”
“//Someone’s// certainly here, Molly; but the universe isn’t quite sure who. Which is why it’s trying to find a place for you. Trying to force you to belong.” She touches your thigh, and gives it a squeeze. That curious warmth grows.
“Considering you’re strapped down in a dungeon… being called Molly. Getting such personal attentions from someone known to hate the male form..” She reaches between your thighs, and you feel a spark of relief when you feel your cock. The sensation is light, but there. The pressure unmistakeable. Your excitement fades, however, when you start to feel her pushing it against your groin. Worse, the warmth and wetness seems to be opening up, the flesh accepting her push of your masculinity as it slides into yourself. You can actually feel her fingers inside your groin, for a moment, before she pulls free. She pinches something, and you cry out. Then she touches you, right at the tip - what you think might have been the head of your cock. Now it’s more of a button, sending out waves of pleasure that make your nipples stand at attention.
You hear a squeak as she undoes one of your screws. Then the other. Your thighs are free, but you’re too weak to get off. She pushes the digit into your slit, and you squirm. It feels good. Your wet body accepts the touch and you let out a horrifyingly feminine moan.
She undoes your arms, next. You can now see how slender they’ve become. Hairless limbs that reflect your new femininity. You’re a woman. She’s turned you into a woman.
“You can still turn back, of course.” She’s smiling at you. She’s enjoying this. “In theory. Assuming you can somehow fight against reality itself. Stop it from altering your mind beyond recognition. Convince the universe that a known woman-lover was just making out with a man… and of course you’ll have to do it before reality snaps you permanently into place.”
She slides her fingers beneath your back, and lifts you until you’re sitting. Kisses you on the lips, and tugs away. Then she gestures behind her, to the oak door. It stands open.
“Go on, if you want. I admit to being curious - what the difference is, deep down in a dungeon, between a hero and a damsel.”
[[Flee the room|Flee The Room]]
[[Strike her!|Lesbian Love]]
<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $name to "Molly">><<set $breasts to "small, but still large enough to fill your wife's hands. They're delightfully sensitive, and you love moaning out loud for Fiona to hear">><<set $hips to "narrow; of course, Fiona's made some references to fixing that, if you ever want kids">><<set $bottomsize to "For now, though, you're content that they emphasize your $butt">><<set $legs to "smooth legs">><<set $pubichair to "cleanshaven">><<set $moisture to "wonderfully wet. You're always sure to thank Fiona for both, since her magic takes such good care of you">>You lift your fist to strike her.<<if $job is "a hero">><<set $job to "a hero. A title you earned, by training and fighting daily. Even if some think it's only due to your girlfriend's enchantments">> Your arms still retain some of their former strength, and you're certain you can do damage.<<elseif $job is "a blacksmith">><<set $job to "a blacksmith. A job you earned, by training your body. Even if some think it's only due to your girlfriend's enchantments!">> Your arms are still surprisingly strong, and you're certain you can do some damage, even if she does have magic<<else>><<set $job to "the housewife of a wizard">><<endif>><<set $memory to "a simple brunette">> You're still slow, though, after so long in those bonds. The wizard easily side steps your blow, tucking your arm beneath hers and reaching around you. Her fingers close around your skull, and she pushes your lips toward hers. Her soft lips on yours, her teeth catching your lower lip. Your heart beats faster. Fiona always did know how to kiss...
No! You’ve never kissed her before - well, except earlier… and last night… And every night before, ever since your very first date. You’d never even known a woman could kiss another woman like that, until she’d wrapped her arms around you and you. Her lips had been heaven.
That’s not right. Your name is Molly. You’re married to Fiona. She’s enchanting you - with her kisses. That’s the private joke she whispered to you, on your second date. When you asked how you could have fallen like this for a woman… back then, you hadn’t known what to think. Why none of the men who chased you ever seemed to catch your eye. Why no one your parents picked for you could make your heart flutter the way Fiona could with a simple look. It had really seemed like a spell, the way she made your knees weak and your pussy wet without ever touching you.Yet she’d never needed to catch any magic on you.
“You should have run when you had the chance…” the redhead whispers in your ear, grasping your lobe between her teeth and biting. You try and crawl off the table, toward the door. If you can make it out the door. Then. You could make it to the bedroom. It always feels much nicer on your bed than in the dingy dungeon. You know you aren’t going to make it there, though. She’s kissing you again, and you’re spreading your legs. You let her finger slide inside them, thumb mashing against your button and finger stroking your most sensitive of nerves.
For a moment, as the pleasure arcs through you, you remember. You remember who you used to be.with utter clarity. Then she kisses your nipples, the way she did on your wedding night. Her teeth grazing the skin, her tongue rolling across the stiff peaks. You lose yourself in a wash of warmth and joy. She lowers her head to lick against your slit, making you moan.
“I was never fast enough to escape you, dear wizard.” You love playing this game with her. The evil wizard and the damsel in distress. You bat your eyes up at her. “Surely there’s //something// I could do to earn my freedom?”
Fiona slips her hand under your bottom, lifting you into the air. Her finger is touching your slit, and it makes you squirm and giggle. “I’m sure we’ll think of something, Molly. Or I’ll just have to keep you.”
Ending 10: Lesbian Love <<set $history to "Your name is Molly. You’re $job. Your wife, Fiona, is the love of your life… even though almost no one knows it. Not that you really keep it //secret//. Everyone knows you live in a tower, and that you’re married to a magical wizard… your friends and family know you’re there by choice, too, and that the wizard in question is a woman. That you’re gay.<br /><br />The stories tell a different tale. The captured woman. Enslaved, forced to do despicable things for the wizard, taken to bed every night… well. That part’s not entirely false. But the things you two do are more sinful than despicable, in your humble opinion, and you do it to each //other.// Sometimes at the same time, even, spreading her apart so that you can take in her scent and taste…<br /><br />You’d be way more happy with those stories, than the things people actually tell. Stories of your love enslaving you to “his” admittedly definitely voracious needs. Some say you make him weapons, too. Or that you’ve been trapped like a puppet in armor, to kill anyone who comes knocking on his door.<br /><br />You hate those stories. Mostly because, back before you’d even met Fiona, you’d believed them. You’d been expecting some wrinkly bag of evil when you’d knocked on this door, years ago. The stories had been a lot less sexual, back then, without any women hanging around the tower. You’d still expected to give up your freedom, or your blood, or something horrid for a magic spell, though… but you’d sort of been in love with this straight girl, and she’d sort of been in love with. Your brother. It had been selfish and stupid, but it was driving you up a wall and you thought that the wizard would just turn you into a toad and be done with it.<br /><br />Then Fiona opened the door, and she was just. So hot. Maybe she cast a love spell on //you//, but you don’t think so. It was just the way she looked at you. Actually looked you over, the way you’d always wished Melissa would. She’d refused the potion, but she’d taken you in for tea and spoke with you. You could tell she was as lonely as you were. Locked in her tower.<br /><br />You’d fallen for her. Now, all this time later, you were wed. But that wasn’t the story people told. No. They told ridiculous tales about her captivating you, changing you to suit her whims… Even using magic to change your body. As if.">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending10 to "seen">>She really is staring. Her gaze comes up when you turn, but it’s only to focus on your breasts. Your //breasts//. They’re $breasts. It’s easy to see why she’s staring at them, so long as you don’t think too much on the fact that they’re yours.
If they belonged to "$name," actually, it wouldn’t bother you at all. It might even be nice, having another woman take such interest in your chest, if you didn’t know you were a male. You can imagine entire nights going by with her eyes on you, her lips touching your nipples.
...No. You can //remember// nights of her pinching your nipples, touching your chest. You know that it’s not true, but the memory is already setting.Quickly, you try and focus on your name. $name. NO! That's not it... it's...
You can't remember. You can't remember any name but $name.
You realize she’s still watching. Coming closer, in fact, her hand on the door and her foot slipping toward you. Has she changed her mind about letting you go? .
[[Try and Run|Bad Trip]]
[[Walk Away. Calmly.|Down the Hall]]
<<if $job is "nothing but a bimbo">>[[Well. If you can’t escape, anyway...|Naughty Idea]]<<endif>>The hallway splits in front of you, left and right. You don't know if either way will lead out, or both, but it seems like you've got a choice to make.
[[Take a Left]]
[[Take a Right]]Your heart beating faster, you turn and run from your captor. You make it a few steps, your breasts swinging painfully up and down. You grasp at them in your hands, easing some of the pain, but the pressure causes liquid to run down your thighs. Your thighs grind together as you move, and your hips sway, and you’re half stumbling down the hall. Eventually, your hands grow sore and shift their grip. Your thumb brushes against your painfully stiffened nipple. You cry out, and as the warmth between your thighs builds you can’t help but get tangled up in your own legs.
You crash to the ground, hands taking some of the damage, the rest sending little ripples through your breasts and thighs as you at least manage to keep your new face from getting torn up by the flagstones. Your hair flows about you, splayed unevenly across the floor.
At least the cold helps ease the fire inside you – but it only makes your nipples stiffe. Little goosebumps spread across your feminized arms, and you so want to rub them against yourself for warmth. How can you be so hot, when you’re touching something so cold? Everything in you says to grind your overheated body against the stone, but you really must convince. You’ll never convince anyone you’re a man, dry humping this body on the floor.
Pressing your hands against the dungeon, lifting your aching breasts off the ground, you try to get relief from the temptation, buy yourself a little time to stand. You don’t think about your overstimulated pussy, and how putting pressure on your thighs will grind the swollen mound against the stone, spreading your liquid lightly across the flagstones. You don’t expect a moment of pure bliss to overtake your mind, causing your mouth to pop open in a perfect, dildo-sucking "o". Eventually it fades, becoming nothing more than a simple current of electric joy running between your nipples and your crotch. Through the haze of pleasure, you realize that your treacherous body has begun to writhe against the floor, breasts and pussy grinding needfully on stone. If you could just stand, maybe you could force yourself to get up...
[[Roll onto your side. Then get up.|Down the Hall]]
[[Continue writhing on the floor|Snake]]
[[Just give in and masturbate, already|Slimy]]<<set $memory to $body>><<set $recall to "clear">><<set $history to "Your name is $name. You're... um.... Do you really have a job? Memories are, you know, hard. You don't //do// hard. Now go away, pesky thoughts. You're trying to do a show!">>You can't escape. A slow calm slides over you, serene understanding of your fate. She is coming to claim you, and you are going to give in. Her arms are going to wrap around you, and you are going to dip your head down to her flesh and do what she tells you to. All of that is fact. You belong to her, now.
So. If this is going to be your last few minutes of freedom… Why shouldn’t you enjoy it? If there’s one thing you know this body is good for, it’s putting on a show. You just have to turn and fully face the witch. Smile at her, and let her smile back. Eying you up and down. That’s your //owner//, you realize. She owns you…
You reach across your chest to cup the rightmost breast. The warm flesh overflows between your fingers, and the hard nipples rubs itself back and forth across your palm. Back and forth, a slow moving coil of heat traveling through your body, down to your pussy. There’s a spark, and something ignites. Warm and wet by default, your lips now scream for attention as need consumes them. You don’t give it to them, yet. You turn fully to face Fiona, instead.
She’s no closer. Watching you from across the hall. She smiles and your muscles tense. You give a softer squeeze, gently massaging the flesh to let more of that pressure build inside you. The need you’ve been feeling is nothing compared to the inferno that forms. Fiona is watching you. Your mistress is watching you.
The needy lips between your thighs are swollen, now, liquid gathering between the slick folds. You know it’s your imagination, yet you can hear the sound of liquid dripping down on the flagstones. Your arousal making the floor slick beneath your feet.
You squeeze your breast, fingernails digging into the skin hard enough to leave marks. There’s no pain. Your flesh gives to your touch, warm and malleable. Filled with nothing but the pleasure and warmth inside. When you take your fingers from your breast, the clay flesh bounces back to its natural state, smooth gray breasts reforming before Fiona’s eyes. Your malleable body at work. Part of why she wants you so bad.
Your red eyes meet the wizard’s green gaze. Still looking into her eyes, you press your right hand against your stomach and slowly drift your way down the flat expanse of belly. Your fingertips leave a shallow groove, one that slowly refills itself as you come closer to the cleft of clay between your thighs. Closer. A little more.
Your fingers touch the outer lips, causing your body to shudder. So sensitive. You don’t remember your pussy ever being this sensitive, before. So ready and waiting for fingers to slip inside… or your mistress’s tongue and toys. That’s later, though. This is //your// show, right now.
You gently push a finger between the moist lips, feeling the clay clamp down on your fingertip. It almost seems to pull at you, heat and need demanding attention. Satisfaction. You resist it, though. You only slide your finger slowly across the wall, giving it just the barest hint of attention. You’re already wet enough to take more, but you don’t. Not until you see Fiona’s eyes flicker toward the sex. Just the faintest gesture, but it shows you that she’s watching. That she cares.
You slip two more fingers inside, your fingers molding themselves to the pressing walls. You pull out, and press in, your eyes entirely on hers. Your thumb carefully works at your clit, flicking the button. Another burst of pleasure, and your fingers clamp so tightly at your fingers you feel like it all might merge together. Your hand a permanent part of your pussy, fingers filling the greedy snatch.
You tug slowly out, leaving a void of emptiness. You double over, at last breaking eye contact, pure need flooding you. You should be pushing your fingers back inside, but you still pull them out. You straighten. Your eyes turn to Fiona. Your thumb slips upward, finding its place of honor upon your clit.
You drive the fingers inward again. Pressure building, putting you on end, ready to explode. A moment before the pure bliss, your mind suddenly clears.
If you do this, you’ll be hers forever.
[[Give in|Sex Golem]]
[[Pull out|Stoned but alive]]You try to press your hands against the ground, but pushing up your front half only grinds your dripping mound across the cold flagstones. A little groove brushes past your needy lips, and you bite your lower lip when a spike of need rips through you. Your hands slip, and your upper body comes crashing to the earth.
There's a flash of pain as your chest is flattened out beneath you, your forehead bearing a red mark where you slapped it against the ground. You lie there. The cold stings your nipples, and it's hard not to cup your breasts and sooth the aching skin. You always thought cold was supposed to //stop// these urges, but the icy touch on your flesh is only bringing home the heat flowing through you.
You ache to touch yourself…
[[But you won’t]]
[[You can’t stop yourself|Slimy]]You can’t - or won’t – hold it back, anymore. You push your hand down between your thighs, feeling the sensitive lips Fiona gave you. You part those lips, running your thumb along the center of your folds. Liquid drips along your thighs, more than you would have thought possible with such a small touch. When your thumbnail flicks across the tip of your pleasure button, you scream out in surprise. You feel as if you know exactly where your former manhood has gone – shrunken, sensitized, the feelings somehow magnified despite the tiny space it takes up.
There’s a feeling of warmth in your belly as you continue to flick the special spot. Warmth and pressure, something building inside you until you want to squirm. You roll onto your belly, pushing your breast into the earth for a moment and then grasping your breasts, fingers pinching your aerola, and slowly circling around the disk Your flesh was so soft, your fingers squirming into your flesh like you might somehow plunge inside.
Your left hand does plunge into the cleft, rubbing against your walls and letting liquid spill against it. Coating your fingers, dripping down your palm. It coats your flesh, and you lift it. You can see through it. Transparent, dripping clear fluid, fingers long sticky drips of goop. A drop hits your arm, absorbed into the flesh, turning clear.
More of the fluid continues to run down your thighs, your body shrinking down as you start to collapse on yourself. It spreads down your arm, hitting your belly from both sides as you start to sink into liquid. Your other hand thrusts into the fluid, pleasure surging through you at the feel of something solid. You feel it melting, but you push your fingers in deeper. You push your arm in, letting yourself feel the joy as your hand dissolves. Nothing but slime. Goop. Spreading, dissolving deeper into your chest, your heart. A heart of goo.
You can’t think. You can’t feel anything as the slime begins to coat your neck, slip up your cheeks. There is nothing but slime. You are slime.
[[You reform|Slime Girl]]Woo! That close... she almost made a golem out of you! And no way you're ready for that kind of commitment... Not for a few more decades, at //least//! Claygirls need to sow their wild oats, before they settle down with one mistress, after all.
You slide down the hallway, dissolving those nasty legs into a smooth lump, letting it trail behind you as you start to slip and slide down the hallway. It leaves behind a bit of a trail, but you'll know instantly if anyone steps in it.
Fiona might have captured you, but she can't force you to take human form. She can't force you to settle down. [[You're getting out of here!|Down the Hall]]
<<set $history to "Your name is $name. You're a claygirl - just out to have fun! Mostly with human girls... Some of whom maybe don't entirely appreciate your attentions? It's all just normal claygirl stuff, though! Every member of your species knows that she'll become a servant golem. One day. But your youthful days aren't finished yet!<br /><br />Not that Fiona will accept it. She seems to think your youthful fun is 'disruptive' to the neighborhood, and that you need a better 'channel' for your 'sexual energies.' Bore. Ring. <br /><br />She probably just wants to force you to act your age, and settle down, so she that she can sex up your body a little... Which sounds like a pretty great weekend, actually! Just no way you're going in for a lifetime commitment.">><<set $species to "claygirl_unrestricted">><<set $hair to "gray hair">><<set $hairlength to "has been sculpted into what you think is a very pretty design. You're proud of how it frames your waist, cupping your grippable, fuckable hips. Sometimes, you like to create a few loose strands at the front, too - just for the illusion of depth. Right now, they're swinging free, but you can just as easily meld them to your nipples. That's perfect for when you're pretending to be the statue of a goddess, right before you yank one of those more pious maidens into your arms...">><<set $bodytype to "It wreaks havoc on your figure, but it's just so fun to feel them squirm inside you!">><<set $breasts to "<br /><br />Your tits are a bit on the heavy side, right now. You find the weight comforting, a reminder of what it feels like when you've got another girl pressed into your body.">><<set $legs to "Besides, it's not like you've bothered growing legs... and boobs don't bounce so uncomfortably when you're just sliding on the ground.">><<set $pussy to "...Is it weird you bothered to form hips and a pussy, when you don't even like legs? Really, you can be penetrated //anywhere// as a claygirl, but. A girl's totally got to have fun with exposing herself. Right?">>The fingers thud into place, swelling to fill your opening. Waves of pleasure vibrate through your body, and joy fights with fear as you feel yourself changing. Your skin has begun to harden, closer to stone than clay. It's Smooth, hard, and no longer obeys your commands to change. You desperately pull your hand from your pussy, but your sex clamps tight around the swollen digits. You hear a crack as your hand finally pulls free - yet the digits remain inside, still sealing up your opening. New fingers are already growing into place, but the plug inside your pussy hasn't disappeared. Only Fiona can re-open you, now.
The wizard is walking toward you. There’s a smile on her face, and she's reaching out to touch your cheek. You're relieved to feel the stone turn back into clay beneath her grip, yet its still only that one part of you that can be changed. You try and push a bit of flesh out, form something to show that you can, yet it doesn't. It only responds to Fiona, who gently massages your skin. Just to show that she can. She doesn't remold you, at least, but it's hard to accept that Fiona's the only one with that power now.
“Perhaps I went a little far with you," she whispers in your ear. "Altering your body like that seems more than you could handle” You want to agree. Making your body hard like this is more than you can stand! Your mouth won't respond, won't move. You can't move as Fiona kisses your ear lobe, pinching flesh between her teeth.
Just the contact of her lips on your skin, though! Just the touch sends a new wave of pleasure through you, and you feel your poor slit clench around its permanent plug. There's a warmth inside your core, but only your mistress can reach it. Only she can touch you, now.
The redhead isn't interested in relieving your need. She lifts her hand to your breast, and hefts it lightly in her hands. The magic user touches it to her lips for another soft kiss, and seals herself around the nipple. A tu stretches it in her grip, the wet point now half an inch from your breast. Hyer palm presses it back in, rubbing it in small circles until its nothing more than a nub. She controlls your body with a whim... All you can do is accept the teasing, and hope.
Fiona's left hand moves down, at last. She's touching your side, and gliding down your hard form, leaving behihnd a trail of soft and needy clay. She finds the curve of your waist and gives a little squeeze. It's like someone's lit a match inside you, burning the walls with need. How? It's just a touch... And another touch. To your hips. She slowly circles around the wide form.
“I’ll have to make you a mother before long, I suppose… Wouldn’t do to deprive this world of claygirls. You'll like that.”
You're quite, not having a choice. You never wanted to be a mother. You never wanted to birth more claygirls... but you don't have a choice. In fact, somehow, it doesn't sound so bad. Creating new life for your mistress. It's what every golem should want!
"And I think you should feel happy," she continues. "That you have such a nice mistress. You want me to pleasure you, don't you?" You do. You want her to pleasure you, and you feel a sickening joy that she's acknowledged it. ...No. You felt happy even before that. You felt happy when she //said// you should feel happy! You don't even have a choice.
Your mistress is smiling. Your lovely wonderful Mistress knows you understand, now, just how in control she is. You want to smile back at her, and it makes feel ill. Yet you're so happy. You'll be birthing her new toys, soon, after all.
Her hand travels down your thigh. Your body stays rock still, only your eyes following as your brain runs in circles. You need her to touch you, but you're happy just to serve her. You'll go crazy if she doesn't touch you, but if that's what your mistresss wants. Your wonderful mistress has done something horrible to you, yet it's fine because she says it is. You feel as if you'll break apart.
Her finger finds your groin, now smooth. Nothing there. Unless she wills it. Please, you whisper inside. You want your pussy back. You want the joy of her fingers inside you. You want this fighting in your mind to end.
You can't say anything. You watch your mistress with dull eyes that can't reflect what's going on inside. Fiona smiles.
Her finger pierces your groin, forcing the wet cavern into existence. She kisses you, her tongue slipping beneath yours, and warming the clay. Her hand Is around your waist, and her fingers begin to pull out with a wet “slurp,” the clay clamping down in her absence. Then she pushes again. Inside you're a screaming mass of joy, but your body doesn’t move.
Only when her eyes meet yours, and you see the slight nod of her head, do you let out a moan. You’re finally allowed to whimper when she tugs her fingers free from you, and cry out when she pushes them in. You feel the pleasure wrap around your mind, squeezing tight and driving out thought. Pleasure consumes your anger and your happiness, it eats up the confliction inside you until there's nothing but unthinking need.
This is your life. This is your reward. This is all that you will ever be, again. Unless Fiona releases you from her service... and you hope that it will never happen. You can't even imagine a life not serving your mistress!
Ending 11: Sex Golem<<set $body to "a golem. Utterly nude, per your mistress's demands.">><<set $hair to "smooth">><<set $haircolor to "black">><<set $hairlength to "flows its way down your back, the last strand of perfectly sculpted hair ending right above your ass.">><<set $eyes to "red">><<set $faceshape to "a heart shaped, stone">><<set $breasts to "a little smaller than you'd like. Fiona wants them just big enough to fill her hands, apparently. You really prefered them spilling out between her fingers, but. You're not in charge of yourself anymore.">><<set $hips to "a touch wider than you normally make them, but you sort of like how think that makes your waist look.">><<set $bottomsize to "She did a pretty good job on your butt, too. Pert!">><<set $legs to "shiny stone">><<set $pubichair to "sealed in stone">><<set $moisture to "impossible to access. You can still feel the perfect folds, though, burried underneath! Wet and ready and infuriatingly impossible to access. Ugh.">><<set $job to "a loyal golem. Bound to Mistress Fiona.">><<set $memory to "a claygirl! One day you'll be free to act on it again...">><<set $history to "...Isn't it a little late to be focusing on it, now? It's not like you can do anything! Though your memories are pretty much all that's left to you, at this point...<br /><br />Your name is $name. At least unless your Mistress chooses to change it. Your mom gave it to you, too... Ugh. Your mom wouldn't even complain, either! She'd actually be pretty proud to find out you'd finally settled down with a Mistress!<br /><br />That's pretty much what claygirls are made for, right? You're supposed to grow up and go serve some lady as their servant.... Your mother did it. Your sisters did it. Whatever daughters Fiona makes you have will do it. You thought you could just wile away a few centuries as a free agent, but apparently people get all mad when you start capturing girls left and right! So now you're doing it, too.<br /><br />Seriously, this is going to be a long few centuries. At least you're serving someone hot...">><<set $memory to "a golem. Utterly nude, per your mistress's demands.">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending11 to "seen">><<if $recall is "none">>You can't remember anything.<<elseif $recall is "vague">>The details of your life seem somehow slippery, now. You're... a maid? No. A princess. Maybe. The more you try and concentrate on things, the less certain you've become. At least you can still remember your name: $name.<<elseif $recall is "clear">>$history<<endif>>
<<if $recall is "none">><<elseif $recall is "vague">><<elseif $body is $memory>><<elseif $recall is "clear">>Of course, the world doesn't remember any of that... Your body is different, too... but at least you know the truth! You're $memory through and through!<<endif>>
<<back>><<set $recall to "clear">><<set $memory to "a hero">><<set $origin to "hero">><<set $body to "a hero">><<set $job to "a hero">><<set $resistance to "high">><<set $strength to "strong">>You remember, now: You're a hero! Or at least, you //hope// to be one. It's what you'd dreamed of, ever since you were a little boy. It's the reason you trained yourself, day and night. Your mind had filled itself with thoughts of valiant heroics, defeating dragons and rescuing fair damsels.
Your efforts were rewarded. Training with a sword had built your arms up from twigs and into slender oaks. Taking runs, practicing your punches and swimming in the stream allowed you to chisel your body into a smooth work of art. Art that the local maidens appreciated, every bit as much as the damsels in your fantasies.
Instead of fighting monsters with a sword, you took to conquests in the bedroom. You had blondes clinging to your arms and brunettes that loved to place their hands on your thighs. Black haired cuties running fingers through your hair as they pushed their breasts up into your face. The town itself only had a few ladies, of course, but there were always traveling merchants; and the daughters of traveling merchants.
You were happy to put your dreams on hold. You could have always become a farmer, or been apprenticed to a blacksmith with your muscles. There were also merchants willing to take you on as a guard, generally with no idea that you'd be slipping into their daughter's sheets.
All that was before you met Elise. She'd settled into an old house on the edge of town, just a few months back. She lived alone, without any men. SHe always had her nose buried in a book, though heavens knew how she could afford them. Plus, there was the red hair. Some whispered that alone made her an enchantress. Some of the girls warned that she might try and enchant //you.//
Sometimes you thought there was a little merit to their argument. Your eyes followed her red hair wherever it appeared. You always tried to catch sight of her shining green eyes. She seemed to have a near supernatural resistance to your muscles, though. You would flex and stretch and even strip off your shirt, but her eyes never once left that book of hers.
Yesterday, you'd decided enough was enough. You'd taken a swig of beer and tightened up your arms until you heard a girl swoon. You strutted forward, letting her see you in your tight shirt and pants. You placed your finger on her book and tugged it down with a smile. "Wouldn't you rather spend time with someone real?"
That was when she called you a phony. A pompous fool who had never done anything praiseworthy in his entire life. It had felt like a physical punch to your stomach, and you had reeled backward from the shock and into the arms of the other maidens. They'd touched you and kissed your ear and whispered how strong you were, but. Elise was right. You'd never done anything with that strength. You'd never followed your dreams.
There were no griffins or dragons to slay, of course. Small towns didn't have any issues like that. You did have a wizard, though. Not a supposed enchantress like ELise, but a true Wizard in a leaning tower on the nearby hill top. You had only waited until morning before setting off for it.
With your sword clutched in hand, you had hoped for at least a little excitement on the way up. You didn't expect much from the Wizard himself: his tower looked... Messy. Unkempt. As if it was biding its time to topple over, and just gathering dirt in the meantime. They couldn't have much power, living in a place like that. You'd still hoped for a wind elemental, or some thunder clouds. At least a little rain!
The trip had been entirely sunny, however. More than that, the building seemed to straighten as you got closer. By the time you'd made it to the wizard's hill, you could see a white house at the bottom of the black tower. Climbing up it, the house began to expand outward. Not a house, but a sprawling mansion with marble columns and arcing roofs.
You remember how you clutched your sword. You were trembling, unable to keep from walking forward. Worrying what sort of person lived here, hiding behind the illusion of poverty. Why would someone even do that?
You remember reaching for the door. Drawing your sword back to strike.
[[You can't remember anything else.|Look About]]<<set $history to "You're a hero! Or at least, you //hope// to be one. It's what you'd dreamed of, ever since you were a little boy. It's the reason you trained yourself, day and night. Your mind had filled itself with thoughts of valiant heroics, defeating dragons and rescuing fair damsels.<br /><br />Your efforts were rewarded. Training with a sword had built your arms up from twigs and into slender oaks. Taking runs, practicing your punches and swimming in the stream allowed you to chisel your body into a smooth work of art. Art that the local maidens appreciated, every bit as much as the damsels in your fantasies.<br /><br />Instead of fighting monsters with a sword, you took to conquests in the bedroom. You had blondes clinging to your arms and brunettes that loved to place their hands on your thighs. Black haired cuties running fingers through your hair as they pushed their breasts up into your face. The town itself only had a few ladies, of course, but there were always traveling merchants; and the daughters of traveling merchants.<br /><br />You were happy to put your dreams on hold. You could have always become a farmer, or been apprenticed to a blacksmith with your muscles. There were also merchants willing to take you on as a guard, generally with no idea that you'd be slipping into their daughter's sheets.<br /><br />All that was before you met Elise. She'd settled into an old house on the edge of town, just a few months back. She lived alone, without any men. SHe always had her nose buried in a book, though heavens knew how she could afford them. Plus, there was the red hair. Some whispered that alone made her an enchantress. Some of the girls warned that she might try and enchant //you.//<br /><br />Sometimes you thought there was a little merit to their argument. Your eyes followed her red hair wherever it appeared. You always tried to catch sight of her shining green eyes. She seemed to have a near supernatural resistance to your muscles, though. You would flex and stretch and even strip off your shirt, but her eyes never once left that book of hers.<br /><br />Yesterday, you'd decided enough was enough. You'd taken a swig of beer and tightened up your arms until you heard a girl swoon. You strutted forward, letting her see you in your tight shirt and pants. You placed your finger on her book and tugged it down with a smile. You'd asked if she woudln't rather spend her time with someone //real//.<br /><br />That was when she called you a phony. A pompous fool who had never done anything praiseworthy in his entire life. It had felt like a physical punch to your stomach, and you had reeled backward from the shock and into the arms of the other maidens. They'd touched you and kissed your ear and whispered how strong you were, but. Elise was right. You'd never done anything with that strength. You'd never followed your dreams.<br /><br />There were no griffins or dragons to slay, of course. Small towns didn't have any issues like that. You did have a wizard, though. Not a supposed enchantress like ELise, but a true Wizard in a leaning tower on the nearby hill top. You had only waited until morning before setting off for it.<br /><br />With your sword clutched in hand, you had hoped for at least a little excitement on the way up. You didn't expect much from the Wizard himself: his tower looked... Messy. Unkempt. As if it was biding its time to topple over, and just gathering dirt in the meantime. They couldn't have much power, living in a place like that. You'd still hoped for a wind elemental, or some thunder clouds. At least a little rain!<br /><br />The trip had been entirely sunny, however. More than that, the building seemed to straighten as you got closer. By the time you'd made it to the wizard's hill, you could see a white house at the bottom of the black tower. Climbing up it, the house began to expand outward. Not a house, but a sprawling mansion with marble columns and arcing roofs.<br /><br />You remember how you clutched your sword. You were trembling, unable to keep from walking forward. Worrying what sort of person lived here, hiding behind the illusion of poverty. Why would someone even do that?<br /><br />You remember reaching for the door. Drawing your sword back to strike. ...Then you woke up. Here.">>The left hallway leads to a large room, made somewhat smaller by the massive mess that’s covering the floors. Bits of plastic, broken glass, tossed up papers. There is splattered food on the walls, clothes draped over broken crates and boxes, and what looks to be a perfectly intact apple resting on a broken table. It feels like it might collapse against your body if you so much as walk through it...
<<if $species is "naga">>With no arms, there's nothing to do but push through the mess and [[out the door|Room of Mirrors]].
Unless you want to [[turn back|Take a Right]]
<<else>>Maybe there's something hidden in the mess, if you want to [[clean|Clean up]]?
Or do you [[Push through the mess|Room of Mirrors]]<<endif>>The stones almost immediately grow warmer beneath you. They suck the cold from your <<if $species is "slime">>gelatinous flesh<<elseif $species is "naga">>scales<<elseif $species is "claygirl_unrestricted">>your clay<<elseif $species is "human">> feet<<else>>feet<<endif>>. It’s pleasant at first, but the heat only grows as you continue walking, becoming almost uncomfortable.
You feel something gritty beneath your <<if $species is "slime">>gelatinous flesh<<elseif $species is "naga">>scales<<elseif $species is "claygirl_unrestricted">> your clay<<elseif $species is "human">>feet<<else>>feet<<endif>> - sand. At first just a few grains, of course, it quickly builds as you continue. Apparently pouring through a [[door.]]It’s amazing how much pure crap there is, in this room. Even the apple is made of wax… and it’s glued to the desk! You do find a broom to sweep aside the worst of the glass and trash, though, and with enough work you can actually see the floor. You’ve even cleared trash from some of the crates - and - is that metal, behind them?
You clear away the piles of wood, tossing them into the hallway you left.
You find a [[second door|Extra Door]], and a [[third|Closet]]!
Or you could just go through the [[first door|Room of Mirrors]]. You know. Ignoring all the secret stuff you found.
You enter a room, filled with mirrors. There’s a click as the door closes behind you, and you realize that there’s no knob on this side - in fact, on this side, there’s only a glass mirror reflecting your image.
Of course, all the mirrors here are reflecting your image. Except for one. Your reflection seems to be shimmering there, slightly, as if you’re staring at it through a haze….
[[Touch it|Get swallowed up by your own reflection]]
[[Watch it|Get your proportions drastically changed]]
[[Smash it|Unlucky]]
The third door turns out to be a little less of a secret passage, and a little more of a… closet. There are no hidden hallways, no collection of costumes, just a single wooden bar, from which hangs a single maid outfit. A black dress, with a very deep V neckline, and an extremely high-cut skirt. You judge that it would cover approximately… nothing.
Instead of underwear, it comes with an apron whose round cut will scoop its way around your breasts, and a frilly little headdress to sit on your head. ,
It’s also the first available piece of clothing you’ve seen all day. So...
Do you [[put it on?]]
Or do you leave it in place and go through [[door number 1?|Room of Mirrors]]
Or. Or! [[door number 2?|Extra Door]]
Alternatively you could go [[back down the hall]]Lacking any other clothes, you try to at least put on the cotton black part of the outfit. Just the black part, and you’ll only look like a slut, instead of a maid. You’re happy with that. Your hands, however, are not happy with it. They take the white apron, tying it around your waist and neck. Then comes the little frill for your head, and you’re. You’re dressed as a maid.
Because you are a maid. You are a maid? <<if $species is "slime">>Your belly gurgles. You lean in on yourself, twisting around. The outfit twists with you, not wrinkling or creasing, but smoothly twisting along with your body as you curl in on yourself into a black and white ball. When you emerge again, you’re no longer wearing anything. Rather, the majority of your body has turned pure white, with black sliding down over the shoulders and past the breasts. It still doesn’t quite cover your sticky little nipples, but does flow all the way down your slimy lower being.
You… You… [[Are a maid!|Slime Maid]]<<else>><<set $dress to "clothed">><<set $clothes to "You’re currently wearing a maid outfit. It’s comprised of a black dress, with a very deep V neckline, and an extremely high-cut skirt. It covers approximately… nothing.<Br><Br>Instead of underwear, it comes with an apron whose round cut will scoop its way around your breasts, and a frilly little headdress to sit on your head.">>
You… You… Are a maid. You’re a maid. And you’ve been doing a truly terrible job in this place! Throwing crates into the hall, pushing garbage into piles. You should really be taking it to the mistress’s garbage dump. Which is probably where you belong, yourself, if you’re going to behave like this.
<<if $resistance is "high">> Except something about that…. Isn’t right… Is it? You have to fight!
You have to get out of here! Through [[one|Room of Mirrors]] of the [[doors|Extra Door]] - or even [[back down the hall]]
...Or you could just. [[Stay here?|Maid in Heaven]]<<else>>But that’s okay! [[This is where you belong|Maid in Heaven]]!<<endif>><<endif>><<set $maid to "yes">>
You step through the door, and into a magnificent garden. You spot roses, and orchids, and lilys. You see towering sunflowers, and massive green stalks, whose bulbous buds are just barely peeking open, revealing a deep purple.
There’s ivy across the ground, threatening to tangle your feet… and there’s sun shining down on you. You’re outside the house! Mostly. The garden, what of it you can actually see, ends in a massive hedge maze. To the left and right is a tall, stone wall, easily fifty feet high. It doesn’t look like there are any holds, but there //is// a tree growing in front of it. You might be able to climb that, and then figure some way down.
Or you could just… stay there, a little voice whispers in the back of your head. There’s a watering can on the ground near you, filled to the brim with liquid that might be water - though if you dip your finger in it, you’ll find it a little thick.
<<if $maid is "yes">>There’s a strange smell, too. Something about the flowers. There’s a strange pressure in your head, and it feels fuzzy, and you press hands against your forehead. You… You need to… water the plants! It’s part of your job as a maid. In fact, you can’t leave until they’re allllllll [[taken care of|plant lover]]
<<else>>You could [[take care of those plants|Plant Food]]
You could try to [[climb the tree|Dryad Meeting]]
Or you could go through [[the maze|Meet a Naga]]<<endif>>
You pick up the watering can, sprinkling clear liquid across the vines. They rustle happily at the attention, which should probably disturb you. There’s no time for that, though. You have to water the orchids and the roses, and the ivy. You have to walk through the Ivy to reach the larger stalks of sunflowers and that big green plant. It’s tall, with a bulbous bud that’s slowly opening as you come closer to it.
A strange scent fills the air, making you light headed. You sprinkle more liquid, and the scent grows stronger. The massive green vine seems to be leaning down toward you, and you stare up at it with a happy expression on your face. The ivy is wrapping itself around your lower body, but it needn’t bother. You have no desire to run away.
As the bulb above blossoms into a purple flower, you smile at your great green goddess. You know that you belong to her, and you lift your arms to better fit inside as she descends. There’s one smooth motion, as her giant flower closes around your body, the tips of the petals pressing against your feet and the palms of your hands touching the yellow fronds that decorate the plants throat. Slowly, liquid begins to filter its way in, tingling as it touches your skin.
You will be consumed. You will be made part of the plant, and what it doesn’t use it will empty back into that watering can… and life will move on.
Ending 24: Plant Food
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending24 to "seen">>You decide to climb the tree, in the hopes that cresting the wall will somehow transport you out of this crazy dungeon world. As you get closer, though, the trunk starts to shimmer and shift. A single brown foot emerges. It’s followed by one leg, and then another, as a woman emerges from the tree. Her skin matches the color of the tree’s bark, her hair the exact same shade of green as the tree’s leafs.
She’s utterly naked; and staring you right in the eye.
[[Stare at her boobs|Become a Tree]]
[[Tell her she's pretty|Become a Wood Nymph]]
[[Say hello|get choices]]
You stare at her breasts. They’re beautiful, really. Small, but not quite flat, just perfectly sized to fit in your little hands… and the nipples! Her nipples are dark, and. Pebbly isn’t the right word. They’re more like tiny knots of wood.
“...If you keep standing there, slack jawed, you’ll grow roots.”
You hear the words, but they drift through your ears as if meaningless noise. <<if $species is "human">>Your unshod feet<<else>>Your lower body begins to<<endif>> curl faintly in the dirt, and start to burrow into the nutrient rich soil. The woman steps closer to you, and your hands reach out to try and touch those small breasts. You can’t seem to keep yourself from curling your fingers against the swell of her chest, your thumbs gently rubbing her nipples. Your fingers are moving slower, though, your outstretched arms stiffening to stay in place even as she steps away. Your hands are trapped in a claw like, gripping motion, and the woman gives you a satisfied smile.
“I did warn you…” she reaches out to touch your own chest, the flesh slowly hardening, the skin slowly darkening to a deep oaken brown. She touches your nipple, and it’s hard as wood, a tiny little knot on a larger bulge from your trunk. You try to speak, but it comes out as a low groan of moving wood as your vocal cords freeze in place. She turns from you, her ass - larger than her breasts - swaying back and forth in front of you, enticing you to try once more to reach out. You can’t move, though. You’ll never move again.
<<set $species to "tree">><<set $body to "tree">>Ending 27: Treed
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending27 to "seen">>Hey gorgeous. You mind if I climb your tree?”
“Hmph.” The dryad crosses her arms, eyes now drifting down your body. She seems… unimpressed. “Gorgeous. I suppose that means you want to have sex.” She lifts a hand before you can respond. “It’s proper to say //hello// first, but I suppose I can’t expect better from a wood nymph.”
A wood nymph? You’re not a… Wood nymph… Right? Before you can express confusion, she steps forward and presses a quick kiss against your lips. Your cheeks warm, instantly, turning a light chestnut brown. In fact, the warmth seems to be spreading across your body, <<if $species is "human">><<else>>hardening your flesh,<<endif>> and you watch in wonder as your naked body begins to change. A sudden breeze causes your hair to rustle, sounding like leaves in the wind, and you realize <<if $species is "human">>your hair has been replaced by interwoven leaves<<else>>that you //have// hair - real hair - if you can call it that. It’s made of interwoven leaves.<<endif>>
The slightly hard brown flesh has spread down your arms, and across your waist. The transformation feels tingly, but not painful. The moment it hits your pussy, though, you almost double over with need. Warm wet liquid lust is slipping down your thighs. One hand lifts to your breasts, pinching your nipple and sending a wave of pleasure, mixed with pain, down straight to your crotch. Your other hand begins to desperately shove fingers into your needy cunt, trying to satisfy it, trying to sate the lust that’s beginning to burn through your entire body.
You don’t notice as the transformation completes itself, your skin turning chestnut brown from scalp to toes. All you can focus on is filling your needs - and it’s not enough. It’s not enough! You feel like you’re going to explode from need, die from desire, but whatever you do it’s just not enough…
Until the dryad steps closer to you, and places her hand gently on your breast. It’s instant relief, spreading through your body, fighting back the lust until it’s only your crotch that burns with need. “Say hello. And tell me your name.”
“Hello. I’m… I’m… I can’t remember, I’m… $name! $name! Please, Keep touching me…”
“And I’m Maple. There. That wasn’t so hard, was it, my little wood nymph?”
You shake your head, whining with the need that still pervades your crotch. There’s a constant stream of need, still, kept at bay only by her fingers - and then her hand ever so gently touches you on the clit, and your entire body explodes into a symphony of pleasure. Her fingers enter inside you, and you tremble with happiness. Yes. Your mistress is touching you. Your mistress is playing with you. Your mistress loves you!
<<set $species to "wood nymph">>
Ending 28: Nymphomaniac
<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $body to "wood nymph">><<set $memory to "wood nymph">>
<<set $history to "You're a wood nymph. The dedicated servant of Maple, and the caretaker of her tree. In return for your consistant watering, pruning, and general attentions, she provides you with sex.<Br><Br>Oral sex, finger sex, sometimes she even uses a smooth wooden branch on your privates... She takes care of you!<Br><br>Though.... You try not to piss her off, too much. She's very big on propriety, and she'd whip your bottom a raw red if she heard you telling any of this to anyone else. Even Mistress Fiona! Who, for some reason, she wants you to hide from...">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending28 to "seen">>“Hello? My name’s $name. Um. Can I climb your tree, miss….?”
“Maple.” She eyes you, up and down, and makes a small noise. “Climbing the tree won’t get you anywhere. It’s just empty expanse on the other side. There //is// a way out, though… But you’ll have to make a choice..."
"A choice?"
"Of whether to leave, of course." She smiles at you, and gestures to the trunk of the tree. "My tree will act as a portal back to my world. However, it won't be the place you came from... And. If Fiona's changed you. You won't be returned back to how you were. You'll be in your new body forever.
"Alternately, I can guide you out of this trap of a path, and back the way you came. I don't know much about what's down the other hallway, but it can't be worse than nagas and dryads..."
<<if $species is "human">><<else>>"...Unless of course, you'd rather stay here with me?"<<endif>>
<<if $species is "human">>[[Leave this place|New life]]
[[Go Back|Get Directions]]
<<else>>
[[stay here|Dryad Lover]]
[[Leave|New Home]]
[[Go Back|Get Directions]]<<endif>>
You hesitantly walk toward the dryad’s tree, reaching nervously toward the tree trunk. Maple rolls her eyes, grabs you by the back of the neck, and thrusts you directly into the tree - whose trunk shimmers and shifts. A moment later, you’re spat out again, from what looks to be the exact same tree - but instead of a garden, you’re in the middle of a town square, and a brunette woman is staring at you. She seems to have dropped something - a book. Before you can do anything, she runs off., leaving it behind.
As warned, you’re still in your new body. Your new female body. And you’re in a new world. Where people apparently don’t take kindly to naked women appearing out of nowhere… But at least you’re out of the dungeon?
Hopefully, you’ll be able to form a new life for yourself. Though if this world is anything like your old one, you’d better get some clothing. Fast.
Other than that, you don't really know where to start - but looking at the book that brunette dropped, titled "Womanly Love," maybe you can try finding the owner and begging her for help... on hands and knees.
You have no way of knowing it, but she'll actually find it pretty hot - and agree to help you out... as long as you keep beggging like that. She'll take care of you, clothe you, and eventually buy a spell from the local witch to impregnate you - but she'll never once let you forget that she's the one who saved you.
Ending 29: New Life <<if $trans is "yes">><<set $recall to "clear">><<set $history to "Your name is $name. You're a human... and a woman. You live with a lesbian named Frida, a brunette girl who was in the closet until you came along. She only came out of it because you begged her for help, and she... well, she found it hot.<BR><BR>Now. Instead of living your old life as $memory, you're basically a house wife. Pregnant with Frida's child, thanks to a spell, and utterly dependent on her for sustenance and care.">><<else>><<set $recall to "clear">><<set $history to "Your name is $name. You're a human... and a woman, at least physically. You live with a lesbian named Frida, a brunette girl who was in the closet until you came along. She only came out of it because you begged her for help, and she... well, she found it hot.<BR><BR>Now. Instead of living your old life as $memory, you're basically a house wife. Pregnant with Frida's child, thanks to a spell, and utterly dependent on her for sustenance and care.">><<endif>>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending29 to "seen">>You lick your lips, staring at the plants. You’re suddenly very aware that you’re not wearing underwear, and that all these plants have a great view right underneath your skirt as you leaaaan over them and start to sprinkle the watering can.
The sunflowers turn toward you, and one playful plant slips up to nip at your lower lips. It just wants a little of the liquid slipping down your thighs. You’re slick and wet and ready, sprinkling the flowers with your lust - and whatever’s in that watering can that smells so nice.
There’s one stalk that definitely requires your attention. A lovely green giant who bends its stalk towards you, and opens its bud to show off the purple flower. The soft petals wrap themselves around your waist and arms, and you’re suddenly hauled forward as the yellow center of the plant gathers itself into a spike. You’re pinned against it, dripping a little liquid that splatters down the plant and is absorbed into the petals.
Eager vines slide up from below, trying to get a taste. You’re eager to feed each and every plant there! Though by the time you’re done with the last plant, it feels like the first one might be hungry for another taste. You’re probably going to be there for a while.
Ending 25: Plant Lover<<set $recall to "vague">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending25 to "seen">>You hesitantly reach forward to touch the mirror<<if $species is "naga">> with your tail<<endif>>. Your reflection reaches out in turn, and instead of smooth glass you feel… Well, yourself! In fact, the you in the mirror isn’t shimmering anymore - it’s solidifying, smiling, reaching out of the glass to grab you, and drag you inward.
There’s no resisting, no pulling back. You try to pound on the glass, but it’s like the strength has left your body. <<if $species is "human">><<elseif $species is "naga">><<else>>you can’t even seem to split yourself in two, in order to escape.<<endif>> You are dragged inexorably into the mirror, and as you are, you watch your own reflection stepping out of the glass. With a smile on its face.
Before long, you’re on the wrong side of the mirror… and you’re smiling. Just like your “reflection.” It raises its hand to waive, and you do the same. It turns around, and so do you. It begins to walk away, smashing, out of view of you, and you begin to panic as you start to fade away - but soon you reappear, in the next mirror, and the next. This is your life, now…. At least until Fiona finally gets bored, and rescues your reflection from this room.
Then you’ll only exist when it passes a mirror...
Ending 34: Mirrored
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending34 to "seen">>You stare at your reflection in the mirror. It stares back at you, like a mirror is supposed to. Only, there seems to be something wrong with your reflection. Your breasts are bigger, for one thing…. In fact, they seem to be growing before your eyes, larger and larger. <<if $species is "naga">>you place your tail against<<else>>you place your hands against<<endif>> your breasts instinctively - and they have grown.
It’s not just your breasts, either. Your hips are wide, your ass is massive - and your waist is so tiny you can’t even support yourself, as you start to tip over.
You're stuck. You can't possibly move... ever again... You'll just have to stay here until Fiona comes to collect you.<<if $species is "naga">><br><Br>Ending 33: Out of Shape
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending33 to "seen">><<elseif $species is "human">><br><Br>Ending 33: Out of Shape
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending33 to "seen">><<else>>Or that would be the case, if you were human or something. You can [[reshape yourself!]] Duh!<<endif>>
<<if $species is "human">><<set $breasts to "heavy. Enormous, even. They’re bigger than anyone could possibly grip, if you’re being honest, heavier than you could possibly move. They’re boulders of flesh you can’t possibly work with, trapping you.">><<set $hips to "massive, fr beyond childbearing. They could bear an elephant!">><<set $bottomsize to "And your ass… your ass is so huge you could sufficiate that elephant. There’s no way for you to possibly move.">>
<<elseif $species is "naga">><<set $breasts to "heavy. Enormous, even. They’re bigger than anyone could possibly grip, if you’re being honest, heavier than you could possibly move. They’re boulders of flesh you can’t possibly work with, trapping you.">><<set $hips to "massive, fr beyond childbearing. They could bear an elephant!">><<set $bottomsize to "And your ass… your ass is so huge you could sufficiate that elephant. There’s no way for you to possibly move.">><<endif>>
There's a loud bang as your entrance to this room slams shut behind you, glowing for a moment before all signs of it fade away. You're in the center of a room - eight doors around you, each with its own label - and a picture, in case you can't read.
[[House]] has a picture of a small, quaint looking cottage
Water works Shows a drop of water
Kandy Kingdom has a square of what you imagine to be chocolate
Farm shows a barn
Tavern shows a beer
The Web has a spider - do you really want to go in there?
Flora Has... well, it just... has a picture of a tree.
Planet X shows - well, you're not quite sure. A big round orb with an x through it.
<<if $lock is "no">>[[Exit|Walk through]]<<else>>[[Exit]] shows an arrow leading outward.<<endif>>The sun feels good on your naked flesh, warming your cold blood. The sand is nice on your scales, and you even lower yourself to press your breasts against the sand, hard nipples acting like little scoops as you burrow yourself slowly into the ground, tail wiggling happily as some of the sand packs itself between your breasts. Dig a little deeper, and you realize you can feel faint vibrations through the tight sand that’s pressed into your every crack. A lizard skittering through the sand. Your body tenses, snake half propelling you through the earth and underneath the scurrying creature so that you can catch it’s tail in your mouth.
The owner of it is glaring at you. A tiny woman, pale breasts exposed to the air now that you’ve got her suspended by the tail. Attached to her miniscule human torso are four lizard legs, tiny claws flailing, and a spiked tail that twitched back and forth in your mouth. You feel like you should say something, but you aren’t sure what. Instead, you begin to instinctively suck on the tail, pulling it deeper, the torso moving toward your lips. You feel something small and wet, and then there’s a pop as the lizard lady detaches from her tail. She glares back at you one final time, and then moves quickly over the sand. Back to where a door used to be.
Not that you can remember what a door even is. No. An armless naga has no use of those. Your life is nothing but sand, and hunting; searching for a cute snake girl to mate with, and building yourself a new home.
<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $history to "Memories? You’re a simple naga; you live in the desert, hunting whatever small animals come your way. You hope one day to find another lady snake you can play with, but for now the tip of your own tail meets most of your needs.">>
<<set $body to "a simple, armless naga">><<set $memory to "a simple, armless naga">>
Ending 13: Simple Snake
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending13 to "seen">>Being a dryad lover… doesn’t actually sound that bad. She’s fairly pretty, after all - and maybe something about that strict look on her face appeals to your inner masochist. Not that she can actually spank, whip, or otherwise or hurt you, considering the nature of your body.
She feeds you with her fruit from her tree. She takes care of you when you’re feeling low. She gives you plenty of orgasms. You never got to explore the world, never got to sow your wild oats - but the constant sex is nice!
Ending 26: Dryad Lover
<<set $recall to "clear">><<if $species is "slime">><<set $history to "You're a slime! Your name is $name! You live with the dryad named Maple, and you like to have loooooots of sex with her! Like, all the time, pretty much? She's pretty strict and makes you always say please and thank you, but you know she wouldn't let you die over that... would she?">><<else>><<set $history to "You're a claygirl! Your name is $name. You live with Maple, the dryad, who takes care of you. She feeds you fruits, orders you about... you always thought you were against settling down, but there's something hot about the way she orders you about. Plus, the door out of the garden seems to have disappeared, so you can't really get away from her...">><<endif>>[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending26 to "seen">>Slipping under the drain cover, you push your way into the darkness. Tight walls press at you, but you squirm your way forward, moving faster and faster. You have no way of knowing what you’re hurtling toward, and no way of knowing how good the results will be.
Do you let yourself be [[swept toward your fate|Hub Room]] or do you try and [[struggle free.|tub]]The heat of the desert beats down on your body. The sand beneath your bare feet actually hurts a little, and your throat is so dry you don’t think you can find words. In short, the pool is too much for you to resist, and you move down to the water to see if you can’t take a few gulps.
It’s delicious. The water feels like life itself, pouring through your body. Your skin is tingling, and you push your head further into the clear water. Your lungs burn, but only for a moment – and then sweet relief, as you take another gulp of water. You feel as if oxygen is pouring through you.
The heat on your lower body, meanwhile, is growing stronger. Tingles of pleasure are spreading through your backside, and you realize there’s an odd pressure in your legs, which don’t seem to respond to you.
You grip the side of the pool, and before you realize what you’re doing you’ve pulled yourself entirely into the water, squirming your hips as you try and get your numb legs under the water, straining to take a look at them.
You catch sight not of your legs, thankfully still there – but even as you watch, you see scales beginning to sprout across the flesh, a blanket of red growing across both legs. You watch as your flesh is pressed together, new sensations coming to you as the scales spread up your thighs. You can feel thin, almost transparent fins wiggling slightly in the water. Sinewy muscles tensing beneath the fish scales, ready to kick back and forth. Spreading, still, growing to your hips, flowing //around// your pussy, until everything below the waist – barring your tender lips – have been transformed into part of a singular tail.
You’re a mermaid. You were always a mermaid, whispers a little voice in your head. You’ve always been the mistress’s pet mermaid. You should [[stay here|mermaid ending]], as a mermaid. As you’ve always been.
Or you could look around. This place was clearly a trap, not man made. You can see little pipes feeding water in, and a drain – covered by a metal disc – that you could maybe pry open. It’s sucking water in… But if you could [[slip through it|hole]], you could have a chance.<<set $species to "mermaid">><<set $body to "a mermaid">><<set $scalecolor to "red">>The ground is hot. Looking up, you see blazing sun instead of stone. You can't see the room in front of you anymore, and looking back the door and stone seem hazy, almost a mirage. You'd worry, but there's still a door glowing before you!
Do you [[go through it?|Ice Room]]
Or ignore it, and [[keep going?|Keep Going]]The hole sems dangerous, and you shy away from it. You can't leave the oasis in your current state, but you're not entirely sure why you'd want to. From the moment you decide to avoid that drain, your old life seems to slip away. You belong here. You were born here. The mermaid of the oasis, giving companionship to whatever girls happen to wander through Fiona's desert room.
You're lonely sometimes, but that's alright. You're sure one day some passing girl will carry your eggs, and help produce another mermaid.
Ending 14: Mermaid
<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $body to "a mermaid">><<set $memory to "a mermaid">><<set $history to "You were born here. The mermaid of the oasis, giving companionship to whatever girls happen to wander through Fiona's desert room.<Br><Br>You're lonely sometimes, but that's alright. You're sure one day some passing girl will carry your eggs, and help produce another mermaid.">>[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending14 to "seen">>Wriggling, pushing, railing your body against the tube, you manage to stall your progress. You can’t go back up, of course, but you feel your way slowly down. Your hands push away into wet nothingness of water, and you realize there’s another opening. You start to tug your hand back, when there’s a sudden pull – dragging you toward the other exit. Swirling around, you are squeezed through a narrow tube and deposited – with a splash – into an occupied tub. <<if $dress is "clothed">>You realize, with a slight start, that you're no longer wearing your maid outfit.<<set $dress to "bare">><<endif>>
For a moment, all you can see is red hair and green eyes. It's as if Fiona has caught up with you - but on a second look, her features are softer, more youthful. <<if $job is "a hero">>Still, something about her rings a familiar bell....<<endif>><<if $species is "slime">> More importantly, you're looking at a woman! A chance to [[recharge.|bath slave]]
<<else>><<if $job is "a hero">>More than that. You recognize her - Elise. The entire reason you're in this damn mess! You try to call out, but all that emerges from your lips is a burst of musical melody.<br><br><<set $knowElisesecret to "yes">><<endif>>The redhead sighs. "Another of mother's experiments, I assume. Probably sent to me for a cleaning. You realize she only ever involves me when she needs something?"
You try to speak, but only burbling music comes from your lips.
"You're really lucky you're my type," she continues. "I happen to enjoy mermaids.... so stretch out, and I'll get you your daily scrubbing."
That doesn't sound //too// bad... You could [[stay|Getting Clean]] a little voice whispers.
Or you could [[run|Pretty Object]]<<endif>><<set $knowElisesecret to "yes">>You burble happily in the water, glad to have a source for recovery. Moving toward the redhead, you ignore the outstretched hand and her "Woah!" of surprise. Splashing through the water, you send two tendrils toward her slit, catching at it and pulling it apart. Thrusting your head down into the water, you begin to suck, happily tugging liquid arousal from her form, growing your body back up to size.
Eagerly, you begin to stretch your growing body across her flesh, ignoring all protests as you grip her nipples between two gooey hands and begin to tug. She splashes at you, but her hand only passes through, your body vibrating with pleasure at the intrusion as she tries desperately to tug you free. You slip through her fingers like the girly cum you're made of, absorbing the soapy water on her hands as you suck at her unwilling arousal, filling yourself with bubbles as your slime mixes with her bath gel.
Finally, you hear her scream out, thrusting against your mouth with all the liquid you need. You know you could leave the tub - but you hesitate. You stare at the girl in front of, you trembling and covered in your slime, and soapy water. Soap that now makes up half your body.
You could disappear [[down the drain|Hub Room]]. Back to wherever you were going before you ended up here, maybe. Or you can [[pay the girl back]] for everything she's just given you.The moment you pass through the door, you feel the shift in temperature. Hot to cold, a wave of white assaults you as you step into the snow. You can actively feel your skin paling, color leeching from you as you adapt to this cold environment.<<if $species is "human">>Slowly, though, the cold stops affecting you. Your limbs are tingling, almost numb, but you don't //feel// cold. Not like you should.
What's more, you can see through the blizzard. There's a [[palace of ice]] off to your left - and a [[floating door|Hub Room]]. There's also a vast expanse of land out [[beyond the door|Yuki-Onna]]. If you're tired of playing Fiona's games.<<else>>You don't like this room. You'd best keep going, before you freeze solid.
There's another [[floating door|Hub Room]], thankfully.<<endif>>The wind plucks at your flesh, sand biting into your body. You press legs into the ground. Did you have legs a moment ago? Did you have so //many//? Three pairs, digging into the earth. Your tail- No. Your //stinger// swipes back and forth. You look behind you, but there's nothing there. Only sand, and more sand. You hiss into the air, and scuttle forward.
Ending 15: Scorpion
<<set $body to "a scorpion">><<set $memory to "a scorpion">><<set $history to "Hunt. Eat. Find prey. Hissssssss...">><<set $species to "scorpion">><<set $recall to "clear">>[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending15 to "seen">>You continue walking, tired of being Fiona's plaything. Hot, then cold - you don't have time for this. You ignore the door, until with a flash of light it disappears. As does the ice palace to your right, fading into the snow. It is only you and the mountaintop.
You walk through the snow, the color remaining to you leeching from your pael white skin. Your hair loses its pigment, shifting to a pale blue. It perfectly matches the fluids oozing from your slit, dripping down your thighs to freeze as it smacks upon the snow. Nothing will melt from these fluids. No.
As a Yuki-Onna, your ghostly steps leave no marks on the earth. There's only the dripping of your quiet need for female companionship.
Ending 19: Yuki-Onna
<<set $species to "Yuki-Onna">><<set $body to "A Yuki-Onna">><<set $memory to "A Yuki-Onna">><<set $history to "You're a Yuki-Onna. A desolate spirit of the cold, envious of the living. You seek warm female lovers - the better to take their essence for yourself - and haunt anyone who wanders through Fiona's icy room.">><<set $recall to "clear">>[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending19 to "seen">>You wander closer to the ice palace, placing a hand on the white ice doors and lightly pushing. They swing forward easily, weighted for movement by a single person. Not that it gives you the excuse to go breaking into someone's home.
Inside, stands a girl as pale as snow, her hair the lightly tinted blue of ice crystals, her skin ever so faintly transparent when it catches the light. "How rude," she whispered, staring at you. "What do you have to say for yoursef, barging in like that?"
[[Say sorry|Appologize]]
[[How were you supposed to know better?|become an ice sculpture]]
[[Run for it]]"I'm sorry..." you whisper, still unused to your soft voice. "I was looking for a wayout of this place..."
"Hmph." The woman crossed her arms, looking your body up and down. She lingered on your breasts. "The door is perfectly obvious. Unless you're //trying// to avoid Mistress Fiona's clues..." She peers at you, stepping forward. You step back, but with a simple wave of her hands the doors slam shut.
"You //are//, aren't you? I was created to stop that sort of thing, you know... I should really be turning you to ice, right now." She steps closer to you. Perhaps you're tempted to try the doors? They're quite locked.
"But you are cute...." She reaches out, placing a cold hand on your bare breast. Your feet are literally frozen to the floor, and a simple push is enough to trip you, legs stuck in place while arms pinwheel and your back falls into a sudden bed of snow.
She grins at you, kneeling down and prying your legs apart. If you try and stop her, you'll only find your hands frozen to the ground as well.
"Really..." she whispers. "I wouldn't bother with this if you hadn't appologized. But I can use a [[warm lover.|Warm Lover.]]""How was I supposed to know any better?" you complain. "This is the only building around..."
"Hmph." The woman crosses her arms, looking your body up and down. She lingered on your breasts. "The door is perfectly obvious. Unless you're //trying// to avoid Mistress Fiona's clues..." She peers at you, stepping forward. You step back, but with a simple wave of her hands the doors slam shut.
"You //are//, aren't you? I was created to stop that sort of thing, you know... I should really be turning you into an ice sculpture for this."
The doors slam shut behind you. "And since you //are// quite rude, I don't see any reason why I shoudn't match my duties." Your feet, you'll realize, are frozen to the floor - one foot behind the other, as if you were perhaps trying to walk backward toward the doors. Or had her magic posed you, to better expose your slit? The ice around your feet is hers to control, and it's slowly growing its way over your feet, your thighs, your hips. You watch in shock as your skin turns pale, then clear.
Your hands are lifed, against your will. Ice crackling around your elbows and hands, your fingers slide beneath your breasts, and squeeze. Your nipples are exposed, open for whoever - or whatever - might decide to suckle on your frozen teats.
You feel the cold spreading, stretching across your stomach and your breasts, pulled up your neck. Your lips turn blue. Your eyes turn clear. You stare, forever, toward the center of the room. Where your new creator stands.
She smiles, and walks toward you, fingers already outstretched to play with your unmoving body. "You're lucky you're too cute to turn into rubble..."
Ending 21: Ice Sculpture<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $body to "an ice sculpture">><<set $memory to "an ice sculpture">><<set $history to "...">><<set $species to "ice sculpture">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending21 to "seen">You run back into the snow, ignoring it when the lady calls after you. "RUDE!"
She makes no effort to follow, however - no effort to leave her castle, just stands in the doorway and glares at you. You, meanwhile, run for the [[door.|Hub Room]]
The heat bakes at your clay flesh. Cracks appear across your skin as you make your way toward the pool of water. It seems okay at first, a little dry skin but nothing you can’t handle! You’ll submerge yourself in the water, and be fine getting through the other door.
Then the wind picks up. The sand bashes against you, little prickles across your tits as your clay slowly shifts from brown to gray, new earth mixing with your material. It wears and smooths at your skin, deepening your cleavage even as it slightly shrinks you’re breasts.
It might be scary, having your body sculpted against your will, but you don’t have a choice anymore. You’re about halfway to the pool, and there’s no way you can make it back down the hall in time. Your only chance is to get to the water, and hope it softens your skin.
The wind scrapes against you, though. More sand mixing with your feet. You don’t remember growing legs, but you certainly have them – sculpted thighs, delicate feet that walk gingerly toward the water, curling to push up the sand. They move so slowly, practically inching forward now that the oasis is so close. Half a step more and you’ll be there!
Except your foot won’t move. It digs into the earth, and you can almost feel the water lapping right at your toes, but you can’t move into it. You have to move into it. You try desperately to move into it, just touching a toe to the water – a burst of wet… and it does nothing. You’re solid as a stone. You are stone. Your hands move slowly, inexorably, cupping your breasts, squeezing them together and pointing them toward the river. Your legs are trapped mid stride, one muscled leg in front of the other, weight leaning forward, perfectly carved pussy lips just barely visible between the thighs.
You feel the water on your skin. Your have a final thought, a glimpse of hope that maybe it’s working after all. It’s pulsing through your toe, pumping up your thigh, a feeling of something cold and wet. Building in your chest, the waters that give life – and bursting from your individually crafted nipples, sending waves of pleasure that obliterate free thought and will. Two streams of water that slide back into the man-made oasis, courtesy of the new fountain.
<<set $history to "...">><<set $body to "fountain">><<set $memory to "fountain">><<set $recall to "clear">>Ending 12: Fountain
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending12 to "seen">>You’re a maid. You’re Mistress Fiona’s maid, and your job is to clean this room! Actually, your job is to clean the mansion, but Fiona magically sends most of her trash right here. Which means you just need to sort the trash, carry it out the back door - through the garden - and through the multiverse portal to the nearest dump. Then you come back and do it all over again.
It’s a time consuming, back-breaking job, but your mistress thanks you for it nightly when she puts her head between your legs and kisses that sweet slit you were definitely born with!
Besides, you love working here. It’s like you were born to clean!<<set $memory to $body>><<set $recall to "clear">><<set $history to "You’re a maid! You’ve been a maid, ever since Fiona hired you… and you’re really glad she did! No one else ever believed in you the way she did. No one else ever thought you could amount to anything. No one else ever offered room, board, and sex as payment either! With your high libido, this job was basically made for you.">>
Ending 22: Maid In Heaven
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending22 to "seen">>You hesitation is noted. The redhead's green eyes glow as she repeats herself. "Lie down, and let me give you your daily scrubbing."
"...Yes..." you whisper back, even knowing she won't be able to understand you. Your daily scrubbing. You need that, to stay clean. You lie back, pressing your shoulders against the surface of the tub, and lifting your tail fins. They feel so senitive, you just have to coo as she rubs them. She works her soap over your tail, and then eagerly runs her hands over your stomach. She bathes your flesh, and soothes her hands over your back, pressing her soapy breasts against yours. Your poor nipples ache for more contact, feeling her soft breasts press into yours. The redhead eagerly meets that need - taking your chest in her hands as she pushes away from you, beginning to massage and squeeze until you cry out from stimulation.
The redhead wraps her hand around you. She squeezes your fishy bottom, and your breast, and kisses your neck. Kisses your chin, your nose, your ear. Her fingers rub across your body, up and down in a lather, and you're sentinto the purest bliss.
This is your life. This is your daily routine. This is your bath time!
<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $body to "a mermaid">><<set $memory to "a mermaid">><<set $history to "You were born in this tower. As a mermaid, you normally live in the oasis - giving companionship to whatever girls happen to wander through Fiona's desert room.<Br><Br>You're lonely sometimes, but that's alright. Because once a day, you get to travel down the tubes and be bathed by the mistress's daughter. Who seems to have a special fondness for your breasts.">>Ending 17: Getting Clean
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending17 to "seen">>You skitter from the bath, splashing soapy water everywhere with your tail. Your bottom half flops around uselessly, but there's no way you're going to be moving with it. You're forced to drag yourself by the hands, your bare breasts moved to try and hover over the ground. Your pussy, protected by a layer of scales, is nevertheless dragged across the earth as you pull yourself across the ground.
You ignore it when the woman calls for you to wait. Anything you might try to say just comes out as burbling mewls of need, You still won't stop, even when you stop hitting tial and hit carpet. You keep going, the air and above and cloth below drying out your tail. You feel brittle an gross, scales hardening, flesh harder to move. You let out another burbling mewl, as your scales are stripped from your pussy and the raw carpet scrapes at you. You reach out to the frame of a doorway and pull yourself inside, blindly.
You see it then. A tank of water. Your only hope. You reach for it, helplessly - and are lifted, with a laugh. You think the woman caught up with you for a moment, but no. It's the original. It's Fiona, smiling down at you as one hand cups your breast and the other wraps itself around your tail, finger working past the shield of flaked scales to enter your exposed pussy. She lifts you, and places you ever so gently into the water - the water immediately restoring th shine to your tail, the scales to your body. You feel immediately beautiful, and loved as her fingers stroke your clit. You let loose another burble, this time inflicted with happiness.
"Good girl." She pats your head, and lets you sink into the tank, breathing in the water gratefully, happily. You're safe. You're home. Such a relief.
Perhaps a tiny voice whispers in the back of your head that something is wrong with this scene - but what could be? You got away from the letcherous daughter, and returned to your mistress's tank! You swim happily around the tank, swirling around your tail and pressing your breasts against the glass, before swimming upside down in the hope that she will play with them.
Eventually, all misgivings will leave your head. Everything si perfect.
Ending 18: Pretty Object
<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $body to "a pretty mermaid">><<set $memory to "a pretty mermaid">><<set $history to "You're the mistresses pet mermaid. A precious adornment of her bedroom, when her daughter isn't trying to steal you away for baths.<br><br>You're happy to say Fiona goes to sleep, every single night, watching you. Sometimes, she even consents to touch you! Other nights, you touch yourself while thinking of her...">>[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending18 to "seen">>You’re a slime maid. And you’ve been doing a truly terrible job with this place! Throwing crates into the hall, pushing garbage into piles. Your mistress didn’t create you to make messes, or just to clean up. Your mistress created you to //eat the mess//!
Yes! Inserting paper into your body, pushing long sticks of wood into your mouth and letting it all dissolve. This is what brings you pleasure. Consuming whatever waste your mistress gives you…
You just hope that if you do a good enough job, she’ll take notice and play with her favorite slime maid!<<set $memory to $body>>
Ending 23: Slime Maid
<<set $history to "You’re a maid! Or maybe more of a garbage disposal? Either way, you’re exactly how Mistress Fiona made you and that makes you maid enough for. You. Also maid enough for her, which is why she designed you to look like you’re wearing a sexy maid outfit. ...That, or she just has a maid fetish.">>
<<set $memory to $body>><<set $recall to "clear">>[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending23 to "seen">><<set $name2 = prompt("Please enter your name","Candi")>><<if $name2 is $name>><<set $name to "Candi">>I told you to pick a //new// name. But since you're being stubborn - I have been in the mood for some Candi."<<elseif $name2 is "Candi">><<set $name to "Candi">>"A sweet name. I approve."<<elseif $name2 is "Fiona">>"...Confusing... But flattering. Very well. Fiona."<<set $name to "Fiona">><<elseif $name2 is "Molly">><<set $name to "Molly">>"I'm glad to see you're getting into the spirit of things. Molly."<<elseif $name2 is "">><<set $name to "Candi">>Fiona sighs at your silence, shaking her head in disappointment. "Churlish silence won't get you anywhere. If you won't pick a name, I'll pick one for you... Candi, I think. I do deserve a treat. And I'll be having one soon, if you refuse to even try."<<elseif $name2 is "Chastiti">><<set $name to "Chastiti">>"...An interesting choice. I look forward to seeing how poorly you live up to it."<<elseif $name2 is "Cindi">><<set $name to "Cindi">>"...An interesting choice. I look forward to seeing how well you live up to it."<<else>><<set $name to $name2>>"Very well. I did say you could pick, after all.... $name."<<endif>>
Your muscles spring free. You stumble, unnable to keep yourself from moving down the hall. Her gaze is still on you. Probably on your $butt. With the way it just bounced, you’d be staring too.
[[Glance backward|Stall for Change]]
[[Keep walking|Down the Hall]]
You move toward the opening in the hedge maze. To your surprise, it’s actually pretty easy to navigate. You rarely seem to find a dead end, no matter what route you take, tand there are no traps or pitfalls that you notice.
As you near the center, though, there’s a sudden, loud //hiss// - in the very center of the maze lies a massive naga. Her bottom half is that of a boa constrictor, long and sinewy, white with yellow spots and bulging muscles just ready to squeeze the life from an unwilling victim. <<if $species is "claygirl_unrestricted">>Not that you have anything to worry about, as a claygirl.<<elseif $species is "slime">>Not that you have anything to worry about, as a claygirl.<<endif>>
At the end of her long tail, lies vibrant yellow skin, speckled with the occasional scale where tail blends into human flesh. As she stretches her arms and rises, you get a clear view of her breasts, bouncing softly in front of you, then swaying back and forth as she starts to move. If you dare take your eyes a little lower, there’s also her pussy - unsheathed, and glistening with moisture. Perhaps she was having a pleasant dream?
You really should be looking her in the eyes, though. They’re golden, and bright, with narrow pupils that dilate slowly outward into a more human appearance. She smiles at you, and her teeth look exactly like a humans - though straighter and whiter than most of the people you knew back in your village.
“It appearsssss another human hasssss fallen into Fiona’ssss trap…” the snake whispers, letting each s linger in the air for a little while. You see glimpses of her forked tongue when she opens her mouth. “Lucky for you, I know a way out...”
[[A way out?]]
[[Run Away!]]
It’s hard to resist a way out, even if the creature offering it to you //is// half snake. Or maybe because she’s half snake? Not to mention completely naked.
You walk toward her, and she smiles at you, looking pleased by your decision. Her tail slowly wraps itself around your body - not squeezing, but simply inviting you into her confidence.
“Ssssome of ussss aren’t captivessss, here. Ssssome of ussss are old friendsss with Fiona. We sssspend our time in her dungeon assss a favor. Offering choicessss to her experiments, to ssssee how they react.” The tail does squeeze then, but softly, ever so gently pressing into you.
“But I like you. Sssso I’m going to help you essscape. Fiona won’t mind, just thisssss once. Much.”
The snake’s tail moves, suddenly, and you are pulled instead into her arms, pressed against the warmth of her naked breasts, and the wetness of her unsheathed sex. Her tail draws a circle around you, in the center of the maze, digging into the dirt of the garden. There’s a flash of light - and you’re <<if $species is "human">>[[gone|Unhappy Meal]].<<else>>[[gone|Join me?]].<<endif>>
You don't care about this supposed way out. It's a //naga// - a snake woman! You run, and don't stop running until you're out of the maze.
It doesn't seem as if the naga's followed you, but you still have a choice to make....
You could [[take care of those plants|Plant Food]]
You could try to [[climb the tree|Dryad Meeting]]
Or you can go back [[the way you came]]
Fingernails dig lightly into your skin, and a tongue presses ever so gently against the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. It’s a toss up between what you notice first: the fact that you’re still a woman, the fact that you’re not home, or the fact that her tail has started to slowly, inexorably, increase the pressure.
Rather than the land outside the tower, you might have time to notice that you’re in a forest clearing, with bright light filtering down through green leaves. “Welcome to my home,” the naga whispers into your ear. “It’sssss not quite where you came from, but I’m sssssure you’ll find it nice. In the few ssssecondssssss you get to enjoy it…”
You crane your neck to look behind you, and find that her perfect smile is slowly stretching open, widening out. You can struggle all you want, but her snake body has you in its grip. You’re pulled tight against her breasts, her nipples hard as pebbles, body aroused by the prospect of a good, and naked meal.
Her mout slides over your head, teeth lightly scraping across the front and back of your head, and bumping over your nose. You’re pushed into the tight confines of her throat, the muscles squeezing down around your head. You can’t breathe. You can’t see. It’s pitch black inside, as your head travels down. Your entire body shivers, and you struggle again to get free. It’s too late, though. Her mouth is already widening enough to slide over your shoulders, and your head finally pops free of the throat, into the start of her stomach.
You take a deep breath of stale air, heady with fumes from the naga’s stomach acid. You feel woozy. You try again to struggle, but it’s weak. She’s devouring your body, now, scraping her mouth down over your breasts, lightly biting at your nipples as you go down. Your head travels down her human stomach, as she swallows you, and presses against a tube at the end - one that slowly stretches over your face, as you’re taken into the second stomach contained in her snake half. The faint imprint of your body is visible from the outside as you’re slowly slurped down, and you feel the muscles tight against your breasts, and then your hips. You can barely move, and it only serves to wriggle you further into the snake belly.
Your life is over. You’re nothing but a meal for a hungry naga.
Ending 30: Unhappy Meal
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending30 to "seen">>
<<set $recall to "clear">>When the light clears, you find yourself in a forest clearing. The naga still clutches you, but you don’t mind. You know you can slip your body free if it comes down to it.
“Welcome to my home,” she whispers in your ear, forked tongue darting out to taste you. “It’sssss not where you came from, but it’ssss free of Fiona. And there’ssss plenty of humans to hunt.
“Care to join me in a meal? She smiles widely at you. “We can catch sssssome fresh prey.”
<<if $species is "slime">>[[I'd... Like that|treacherous slime]]<<else>>[[I'd... Like that|Carnivorous clay]]<<endif>>
[[I'd rather not|Ending 31: Veggies for Life]]It starts with a meal. You help her hunt down a pair of human lovers, two girls who thought they’d sneak into the forest to kiss in peace. Or more - they've already discarded their clothing.
Your new friend, Eliza, slides along the upper branches, and dips her tail down to try and scoop one up. You help by sliding under their feet, and locking them in place with your clay, letting her pluck the one on left - a pale girl, with bright blonde hair who screams as she’s lowered, feet first, into the distended jaw of the naga. You watch as the woman disappears, until there’s just a single outstretched hand left inside the naga’s mouth, at which point Eliza snaps her jaws shut.
That leaves the other girl to you. Her skin is dusky brown, her body slender, and her screams - her screams are heart wrenching. You don’t know if it’s because she’s watching her lover be eaten, or if it’s that she’s about to become food herself, but there’s salty tears streaming down her cheek.
[[Maybe you should rethink this?|Ending 31: Veggies for Life]]
[[Though on the other hand... Free seasoning!|Carnivorous Clay2]]You can’t quite bring yourself to eat humans. Maybe it’s how cute their women are, with their soft curves and bouncy breasts. Sort of like you, only… Solid! Which is weird, but cute, you know?
You can’t exactly go home, either, though - you’re stuck in this carnivorous forest, where the predators seem to live for eating, instead of the other way around… Still. You try not to judge them for their diet, especially since the humans are half the reason why there isn’t enough animal prey, anyway…
As for everyone else, they give you pretty odd looks for keeping to a vegetarian diet, but so long as you don’t try to eat them, and they don’t try to eat you, you remain on good terms. Especially with the beautiful Eliza, who brought you here… You think she has sort of a thing for you. Why else would she have taken you back to her world?
Ending 31: Veggies for Life
<<if $species is "slime">><<set $history to "You're a slime! Your name is $name! You're also an imigrant, living in a forest away from your old world. Sometimes, you miss it. You miss your old friends and family, and not having people judge you for your diet. You miss eating things that aren't plants, and being able to take people inside your body without them thinking they're going to die. You sometimes wish you could go back...<br><br>You know you can't, though. You're just going to have to make the most of it. Maybe with Eliza?">><<else>><<set $history to "You're a claygirl. Your name is $name. You're also an imigrant, living in a forest away from your old world. Sometimes, you miss it. You miss your old friends and family, and not having people judge you for your diet. You miss eating things that aren't plants, and being able to take people inside your body without them thinking they're going to die. You sometimes wish you could go back...<br><br>You know you can't, though. You're just going to have to make the most of it. Maybe with Eliza?">><<endif>>[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending31 to "seen">>But you won’t
You press your hands firmly to your sides, fitting them against the new curves of your flesh. You try not to dwell on how your hip bones feel against your softened arms. You fight the urge to reach under those hips, or over your luscious bottom. Instead, you dig your fingernails into your thighs and try to drown out thoughts of touching yourself.
Another spike of need makes your fingers tighten, your fingers pressing so close to your naked skin you fear penetration. You try to release, but find your fingers won’t move, won’t separate from your skin. There’s a burning heat along your limbs, your arms sticking to your sides as if glued. You twist about, to try and get a better look at yourself, pressing your bare nipples into the stone as you squirm onto your side. You thought that getting your new slit off the ground would help it, but exposure to air only makes it leak.
You watch the lips swell, pink skin becoming plump and tender, so that you don’t dare press it back against the ground. There’s a sensation of sweet pressure, tingles of electricity as something starts to push its way out of your dripping snatch. <<if $trans is "yes">>You see a speck of flesh, and worry for a moment, wondering what's about to happen.<<else>>You see a speck of flesh, and hope that somehow your masculinity will be returning. It’s not.<<endif>> It’s only your clit, so swollen with need that it’s ever so lightly peeking from your sex. You watch, lips trembling a little as blue specks form form around the lips, slowly growing, hardening into scales. You know that you’re transforming again, and you try to focus on that. Better that than the need sliding even stronger through you, now when you can’t touch yourself.
Remembering your original goal, you twist and turn to catch sight of your arms. You think you maybe catch sight of them, from the corner of your eye, warm flesh meting into your body, fingers flattening against your hips as the scales overtake your lower flesh.. It still seems as if you can feel them, but even the lingering ghost of their presence soon begins to fade.
Your legs begin to burn. You know what’s coming, and you find you can twist your body almost bonelessly about. You can see your feet, fused together, your thighs sticking to one another as the blue scales begin to climb up your body. It’s almost like a tight skirt, shimmying up your form, and binding your limbs permanently together. You feel it climbing over your bottom, watch it surrounding your puffy lips – leaving them exposed, trailing off to nothing at the hips. You hold your breath, but the transformation seems finished.
[[Try and move]]
<<set $species to "naga">><<set $body to "an armless naga">><<set $scalecolor to "blue">><<set $moisture to "puffy, dripping and utterly needy.">><<set $hips to "are fully rounded, with a shocking strength that lets your human half rise entirely into the air.">><<set $bottomsize to "Your bottom is large, standing independant of your tail.">>You flop back onto your belly, more of that delicious, unwanted pleasure shuddering through you. You pull yourself up, though, the still human half rising up until you can feel nothing but soothing air on your clit.
Squirming your tail, you find it almost natural to start inching your way down the hallway.
[[Down the Hall]] <<set $body to "slime">><<set $memory to "slime">><<set $species to "slime">><<set $recall to "clear">><<set $history to "You’re a slime! A creature of girly cum, and happy - if few - thoughts. You can't remember how you came to this place, but you.... you don't think you're supposed to stay here?">>
You can’t see anything. You can feel the stone beneath you, and the cold light filtering through your clear skin. You have no eyes, though… A thought flickers into your brain: slimes can make eyes. You’re a slime. Of course you are. You giggle, forming a mouth in your gelatinous body. Eyes. You make eyes, blinking down at the stone floor. You turn them up instead to the ceiling, instead. The high arching ceiling of stone.
Fingers! You can totally make fingers. You reach out with those fingers to touch the ground, dripping your slime from the slender digits. You push against the ground, slowly lifting yourself out of your own form. A head! Long gooey hair, dribbling down to the stone. Your lovely, slippery form. Breasts! Bouncing breasts, that can fit some humans hands inside them. That would feel good.
You should… leave. You should be going somewhere! Yes! [[Down the hall|Down the Hall]]Stepping through the doorway, you stare around you at open desert. The only sign of the tower is a simple doorframe, beyond which you can still see the hall you came through. A breeze stirs the sand beneath you, and blows a little more back through the opening. The air is dry, sucking moisture from your skin.
At least there’s an oasis in sight. Green trees, clear water, a picturesque drinking hole to suit your needs. You would think it was a mirage if you hadn’t just barely wandered in. Even better, you can just make out another doorway on the other side of those trees.
<<if $species is "naga">>
It feels good, actually, on your scales. Perhaps you should [[stay here?|Snake ending]]
Or you could fight your instincts, and [[keep going|keep walking]]<<elseif $species is "claygirl_unrestricted">>
Not that you’ll make it that far. You take no more than a step into the room, and you feel the heat of a hot sun baking you. The outer layer of your skin hardens, and you have to struggle to break it and keep moving.
You might be able to make it to the other door, though. If you stop at the [[water|turn into a fountain]]
Or you could always backtrack and [[take a left|Take a Left]]<<elseif $species is "slime">>
Not that you’ll make it that far. You take no more than a step into the room, and you feel the heat of a hot sun boiling your slimy flesh. You’re actually shrinking, just from standing there!.
You might be able to make it to the other door, though. If you stop at the [[water|trapped]]
Or you could always backtrack and [[take a left|Take a Left]]<<else>>>
It’s pretty hot, though. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to [[take a drink|So thirsty]]
You decide to skirt around the pool and just [[keep walking]] Better safe than sorry.<<endif>>
The sand digs at your gelatinous skin, wearing away a little as you move forward. It forces you to draw more of your body in, narrowing your waist, shrinking your breasts. It’s a travesty, but even your hips have to go in a few notches as your body shrinks from the heat. You’re almost to the pond, but you’ve already lost a foot of height and a cup of breast size. Still, if you can just make it to the water! You can supplement the girly cum that makes up your body. Just a little more! You can almost feel the warm waters lapping at your body.
No. You //can// feel the water lapping at your body! You’ve made it. You’re safe. For now. Even though your body feels strange, made of water instead of properly nutritious girly cum, it’ll keep you alive until you can find a nice girl to feed on…
Now that you can actually see the other door, though, it's twice as far away - there's no way you can reach it!
For now, all you can do is [[take a look around.]]Maybe it should have been obvious already, but a quick look around tells you this oasis isn’t natural. There’s little metal pipes pushing out from under the sand, dumping a continuous feed of water. There’s also a drain: a massive hole, currently sealed shut by an iron lid. You can feel the slight tug on your gel, and you know you could [[slip through it|hole]] if you tried into whatever pipes lay below. If you’re foolish enough to try.
Alternatively, you can [[go back the way you came|Take a Left]]You don't notice the green glint in the girl's eyes, or the way her hands tremble and glow. "Clean me," she commands, and all thoughts of disappearing down the drain fade away. You slink over her flesh, first taking her foot in your mouth and setting your body to gently vibrate over the skin, letting the soapy water inside you massage over each toe, each centimeter of one foot - and then the other. You swim happily up her legs, glad to return the favor even without her command.
You're lucky to suck at the feet of your mistress's daughter. Serve her needs. This is what you should be doing with your life. This is the purpose you serve. You begin to move up her thighs, vibrating to gently scrub away filth and slime. You want to reach for her sweet pussy, but a single look stops you from daring. That's the place you get to clean last. After you've squirmed your way up the hips, and rubbed the bottom of your dear mistress's daughter. Your sub-mistress.
You kiss her your way up the waist, happy you're allowed to touch her breasts. Kiss them, stroke them, lighty pinch the nipples between your slippery lips, which are just solid enough to be felt. Tugging back, and slurping on her sweet round nipples, filling your mouth and hands.
You slide up her neck, and kiss that too. "Now down...." she whispers, and you obey. You slide eagerly back down her body, back to the point you avoided. Back where you belong.
Applying your lips to her sex, kissing lightly, and squirming happily as she sighs. You know, now, that this is your life. Servicing the woman of this bath.
Ending 16: Bath Slave<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $memory to "a simple cleaning slime">><<set $history to "You're a bath slime! A simple slave who knows to always stay in her tub. You wash the women of this bath, and in return they let you feed on their girly cum!">><<set $body to "a simple cleaning slime">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending16 to "seen">>She lowers her mouth to your clit, cold lips touching numb flesh, but her cold lips breathe warmth and life into your pussy, making it twitch and drool. Slowly, she begins to lick. And lick. suck, causing you to cry out as she seals her lips around you.
There's white around the edges of your mind. Your thoughts are slowing, harder and harder to think. She's licking you, sucking on you, clear ice teeth pulling at your flesh. There is nothing to think about except her lips, her touch, her kisses on your sex.
Thoughts are pointless. Hope of escape is pointless. Her hands cup your breasts, fingers pressing down on your nipples, and your mind goes blank as snow. This is your life, now. Eventually, you won't even be able to remember anything else. Just serving your nameless lover.<<set $recall to "vague">>
Ending 20: Warm Lover
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending20 to "seen">>One meal. What can it hurt? Well, the humans you’re hunting, you suppose, but. You //are// pretty hungry. You let the naga, Eliza, guide you to the prey - two human girls who thought they’d sneak off into the woods for a little fun. They’re already disrobed and everything, which will make this so much tastier!
You slide behind them, dissolving your humanoid form so that you’re completely flat against the forest floor. Eliza, meanwhile, slides into the trees, wrapping her tail tight about a thick branch before lowering her human form down between the lovers. They squeal in surprise, stumbling backward - and slipping on your form.
Eliza eagerly grabs the one on the right, a pale blonde who’s cheeks turn a delicious red when the naga’s mouth closes around her feet and starts to suck. You want to watch as she pulls the girl further into her throat, fascinated by how her jaw slowly expands to accommodate the widening flesh, but. The remaining girl is struggling to get free, and you have to take care of her.
You begin to reform your body, starting with a pair of tentacle-like arms that wrap around her naked waist, gently caressing the dusky flesh. You gently caress her hips, your head rising up to gently kiss her on the clit. She’s still wet from her earlier activities, and you’re made of liquid, so it’s no problem at all for you to slide a limb casually inside her body and taste her as she cries out in surprise. Another tentacle sprouts from your back, and you use it to carefully brush away her black hair before shoving yourself inside her mouth and stifling her screams.Slowly, but with great determination, you pull her body down into your slimy mass, holding her inside you and refusing to let go. Eventually, she’ll dissolve into nothing. In the meantime, it’s sort of fun feeling her squirm about inside you.
ending 35: Treacherous slime<<set $history to "Your name is $name! You're a slime! And a stranger to this world... but you don't care about that! It seems happy and friendly, and Eliza is so nice - she's always kissing you, and stroking you, and letting you eat from her cum. Which is really all you actually need to survive, but... you like eating humans, anyway. It's a bonding experience for the two of you! Plus, they taste really yummy going down, and you get to suck out a lot of cum.">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending35 to "seen">>Well, you're back in the room you cleaned. At least, you think it's the same room - one of the doors seems to have disappeared... but it looks like there's still one door you [[haven't opened|Room of Mirrors]].
Or you could go back to the hallway and try to [[take a right|Take a Right]]You've never //eaten// humans before - licked them, played with them, held them inside you, but never killed them... but it can't be that much different from the plants and animals you usually consume. You're all about getting those nutrients, and this human looks especially nutritious.
You form a hand, gently wiping away the woman's tears, tasting them. She sniffles, and tries to form a little smile, maybe say a little thank you? Maybe she plans to beg for her life.
You aren't listening. You're slowly forming your body around her, building up your legs around her legs, your stomach around her stomach. You mold yourself to her form, tightly squeezing her breasts beneath the flesh of your clay, until you've formed a body that looks just like her. She's gasping for air, now, trying to breathe inside your tight constraints - her nipples pressing into you, her body shivering helplessly inside you. She tries to scream, but you slide your clay up over her face and consume her. Then you slowly start to compact her, squeezing tight against her breasts, pressing yourself into her sex, pushing inside of her every orifice until you're able to compress your entire body into the space where she once lived.
She's quiet inside you. No more sobbing. No more life. Just slowly becoming absorbed into your body... and you realize you were wrong. This is nothing like consuming plants or animals. It's way better.
That marks the start of your new life, together with Eliza. You hunt together, you sleep together, and yes - you have sex together. She's basically your girlfriend.
You wanted to spend time sowing your wild oats, but now... it doesn't seem so bad having settled down.
Ending 32: Carnivorous Clay<<set $history to "Your name is $name. You're a claygirl! And an immigrent to world... You've settled into it, with help from your girlfriend Eliza - and even though you'll never see your old friends or family again, you. Don't really mind. This world is just way better than your old one!<BR><BR>For one thing, it's normal to hunt humans here - for sex, for food, for pets. Whatever you need, they're there for you. No one tells you to settle down and become a golem, no one scolds you for sneaking into human towns and pretending to be a statue - no one cares about what you do, as long as you keep fed... as long as you keep your girlfriend fed. It's nice!">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending32 to "seen">>"I'd... like to go back, please." You smile, hesitantly, and the dryad shrugs.
"I can leave my tree for a few minutes..." she admits. "As long as we hurry." With that, she guides you back to the room you were in - warning you away from the other doors as traps - and leads you back to the hallway.
Then she waves goodbye, and off she's gone...
Guess this time, you should [[take a right|Take a Right]]You hesitantly walk toward the dryad’s tree, reaching nervously toward the tree trunk. Maple rolls her eyes, grabs you by the back of the neck, and thrusts you directly into the tree - whose trunk shimmers and shifts. A moment later, you’re spat out again, from what looks to be the exact same tree - but instead of a garden, you’re in the middle of a town square, and a brunette woman is staring at you. She seems to have dropped something - a book. Before you can do anything, she runs off,
Leaving you behind in a new world… perhaps this wasn’t the best choice, after all?
Or. Or maybe. You just need to find that girl! She can tell you what’s going on… and she was cute, too…. You morph your body to look more like her, and place a smile on your face. You can still see her retreating back - she’s slamming on doors, begging to be let in.
You slip after her, waving eagerly, and she backs against the door she was just knocking on. No one seems to be home, or at least no one seems to be letting her in... You wonder why she's so scared? You're just a <<if $species is "slime">>slime<<else>>claygirl!<<endif>> ...Who looks just like them! That doesn't seem weird to you, at all. Almost everyone you know looks almost exactly the same, after all...
You reach one of your <<if $species is "slime">>slimy<<else>>cold<<endif>> hands toward her, wrapping it around her waist and pressing your mouth firmly on hers. To stop the screaming, of course.
She makes a muffled noise, and you kiss her with her own lips, and smile. When you pull away, at last, she's panting for breath - but you, of course, are grinning. This is just how your kind interacts with humans!
You kiss her again, grabbing her hands with your hands, mirroring her touch with your touch as you bring her fingers to your slit. You tilt your head to the side, and she nods uncertainly, pushing into the slit your body made, biting her lip in obvious fear. You bite your lip, too, just wanting to mirror her - as your fingers slide beneath her dress, beneath her panties, and into her wet pussy.
She makes a noise, perhaps against her will. You repeat the noise, and kiss her again, your identical lips matching each other. as you take her down to the floor. "It's okay..." <<if $species is "slime">>you burble<<else>>you whisper.<<endif>> "I'll take care of your needs... and you'll take care of me! Right?"
She nods, clearly dazed and uncertain. You smile, happy and pleased. This new world is going to work out fine.
Ending 36: New Home<<set $recall to "clear">><<if $species is "slime">><<set $history to "You're a slime! Your name is $name! You live with a woman named Frida. She seemed a little scared of you when you first arrived, but she's slowly grown more used to you... now that she knows you don't intend to harm her, and just want to eat her out nightly, you think you get along great! She lets you live in your home, live by her fireplace, and just generally be your slimey self as much as you want.">><<else>><<set $history to "You're a claygirl! Your name is $name. You live with Frida, a human woman and previously closetted lesbian who was very rudely pulled out of the closet when you fiercely took her in the middle of the street. She's a little grumpy about it, but as far as you're concerned, things couldn't have worked out better. You have a home, a girl to fuck regularly, and that same girl's actually a pretty knowledgable guide about the surroundings. Though you tend to exxplore, you always come home to Frida in the end.">> <<endif>>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending36 to "seen">>You gather all your strength, and //smnash// yourself against the mirror - your reflection looks shocked for a moment, and then begins to laugh, as cracks form across it. Soon, it falls apart, revealing a door on the other side...
With no other choices available, [[you open it|Hub Room]]
<<set $luck to "unlucky">>You easily resume a normally humanoid form. Still, you're trapped in a room of mirrors, with a mirror that just tried to force you out of shape...
What will you do about it?
[[Touch it|Get swallowed up by your own reflection]]
[[Smash it|Unlucky]]Going through the door, you find yourself in the living room of a house - perhaps a cottage of some sort? The only sign of life is a roaring fire... otherwise, the room is pretty empty.
<<if $species is "mermaid">>It's... actually pretty hot in here... You're going to dry out if someone doesn't [[rescue you]]!<<else>><<if $beentokitchen is "yes">>[[You could go to the kitchen?|Empty Kitchen]]<<else>><<if $species is "human">>[[Take a left, down the hall?|Kitchen]]<<else>>[[Take a left, down the hall?|Empty Kitchen]]<<endif>><<endif>>
<<if $beentobedroom is "yes">>Or you could go to the [[bedroom|empty bedroom]]?<<else>><<if $species is "human">>Or you could go through the door [[on the right?|Bedroom]]<<else>>Or you could go through the door [[on the right?|empty bedroom]]<<endif>><<endif>>
<<if $beentofire is "yes">>The fire has already gone out, so it's pointless to stay in front of it. <<if $wentformorewood is "no">>You could [[go out for more wood, though?|Go outside to check for more wood]]<<endif>><<else>>Or you could stay by the fire place, where it's [[warm]]?<<endif>>
<<if $friendlinesswithdryads is "yes">>Alternatively, you could [[go meet the dryads]]
<<endif>>[[leave|Hub Room]]<<endif>>The door is kept closed by a simple padlock. <<if $memory is "a blacksmith">>If you had your old strength, you could break through it easily. As is, you'll need a key.<<elseif $memory is "a hero">>If you had your old strength, you could break through it easily. As is, you'll need a key.<<elseif $memory is "a thief">>If you had your tools, you could pick the lock. Otherwise, you'll need a key.<<else>>It looks like you'll need a key.<<endif>>
<<if $key > 0>>[[Use your key?]]
[[Or go back?|Hub Room]]<<else>>For now, you'll have to [[go back.|Hub Room]]<<endif>>
You enter the kitchen. It’s even warmer than the living room. There’s a blonde woman here, busily baking over the oven, humming faintly as her pie bakes on the coals. She looks over her shoulder when you enter, smiling at you.
“Hey honey." Her voice is soft, like honey, and slips into your ear, soothing and sweet. She's a little plump, but a thought enters your head that you always liked girls with juuuuust a touch of meat on their bones. Besides, her round face and soft blue eyes are beautiful to you. They've always - always? - spoken of the kind soul within.
"Food’s almost done," she tells you. "Why don’t you set the table? The cutlery’s in the right drawer - as if you didn't know. You're usually the one who does the cooking... Beautiful wife of mine.”
You smile, nervously. <<if $resitance is "high">>This… [[doesn’t seem right|This isn't right]]...<<else>>This… [[doesn’t seem right|This isn't right]]...
[[But you can't figure out why...|Meet your wife]]<<endif>><<set $beentokitchen to "yes">>You find yourself in an empty kitchen. You could look around? Or you could [[leave|House]].
[[Check the kitchen drawers]]
[[Check the sink]]
<<set $beentokitchen to "yes">>There's a pregnant lady on the bed. Blonde hair down to her shoulders, in an utter tangle. No makeup on her angular face. She glowers at you for a moment, and you feel like she's staring right into your soul. Then she slowly widens her legs, a forced smile coming across her lips. "Well?" Her voice is shrill; demanding. "You know what the doctor said. Sex will make the baby come sooner."
"The... the baby?" you ask.
"The baby! The one you impregnated me with!? The one making me miserable for the last nine months? The one you //insisted// I get pregnant with? As if you weren't just as capable. The one that refuses to come out! I guess you find me too repulsive to sex up now, though, don't you!?"
<<if $resitance is "high">>This… [[doesn’t seem right|This definitely isn't right]]...<<else>>This… [[doesn’t seem right|This definitely isn't right]]...
[[Is it?|Eat her out]]<<endif>><<set $beentobedroom to "yes">> You find yourself in an empty bedroom. You're free to search it, if you want. Or you could [[leave|House]].
<<if $seendildo is "yes">>[[Check the drawers|Recheck the drawers]]<<else>>[[Check the drawers]]<<endif>>
[[Check the closet]]
<<set $beentobedroom to "yes">>It's warm, by the fire... You can just lie there, being warm. By the fire. Relax. Maybe sleep a while?
<<if $species is "naga">>[[Maybe permanently...|stay here as pet.]] <<else>>As with any fire, though, it'll eventually go out.<<endif>>
[[Go outside to check for more wood]]
[[Or leave the fire|House]]<<set $beentofire to "yes">>You leave the cabin. You didn't notice the door out, before, but it doesn't seem odd to you. You know instinctively that it was always there - even if you weren't allowed to notice it before.
Outside, you find a blonde woman, hair cut just a little above the scalp, standing over a tree stump. There's a log ready for splitting above it, but her eyes aren't focused on that. They're focused on the dryads coming from the forest.
Brown skinned women, whose skin is lined like bark, but soft and supple as real flesh. Hair the colors of the trees, green and red and orange. They're beautiful... they also look fairly murderous.
[[Help the dryads]]
[[Help the woman]]You join the woman, trying to keep the dryads at bay. <<if $weapon is "none">>Of course, with no weapon, you don't really stand much of a chance against a swarm of dryads. You're quickly [[grabbed|get swarmed.]].<<else>>Using your $weapon, combined with Karen's axe, you're surprisingly adept at fighting - though it's not easy, the dryads do retreat as you [[fight them off]].<<endif>> <<set $Karenfriendliness to "high">>Held by the dryads, you're carried through the woods. They make no noise as they carry you, except for something that sounds like the rustling of wind through leaves. You can't tell if they're actually talking, or if you're literally listening to the wind.
Their hands cover your mouth, and the mouth of the short haired woman whose name you don't know, so there's no conversation possible.
Eventually, the dryads carrying you come to a stop, at the lip of a great... can you call it a pit if it's this large? It's easily ten feet deep, and twenty feet wide.
Sitting in the middle of it is a large green catgirl - roughly humanoid, but not quite human. For one thing, she's green. Everywhere from the mossy green hair, to the deep green of her skin. For another, she's got cat ears, paws, and extremely sharp teeth, which she bares at you except for her ears, paws, and extremely sharp teeth. She's barring the latter at you, and looks ready to chomp you up.
The dryads, without ceremony, drop you in the pit, along with the blonde woman they took.
"Looks like we're in trouble..." you whisper, glancing at the blonde.
<<if $Karenfriendliness is "none">>"We!? We wouldn't be in this mess, if you hadn't tried to betray your own species and sided with the dryads!" The woman moves to you, grabbing you by the waist and bodily lifting you. "I say //you're// the one in trouble!" she announces, stepping forward.
"H-hey! What are you doing!?" you try to wriggle, but you're no match for this other woman's physical strength. Her muscles bulging, she carries you closer to the creature, and tosses you [[into it's mouth|she sacrifices you]].<<else>>"We... I'm the one who got us into this mess." She grimaces. "You're just the bystander who tried to help..." she sighs. "That thing you're looking at - they've trained it to swallow food whole. It'll swallow enough air and food to keep me alive, and after about a week it'll let me go. Their way of teaching a lesson." She wrinkles her nose. "It only has room for one of us; once it's sated, you can... well, you'll figure something out.
"For now... take this..." She thrusts a silver key into your hands, smiles at you, and then [[runs at the beast.|she sacrifices herself]]<<set $key +=1>><<endif>>You cry out, as the woman disappears into the creature's mouth. She said she'll be fine, but you don't entirely trust her. Even though you can see that the creature hasn't let its teeth touch her: there's no blood, no crunch, nothing but a quiet scream and then the sight of the cat girl swallowing.
The creature stares at you for a moment longer, and then begins to purr. She rolls onto her back, breasts exposed to the air, as if inviting you to touch. You can glance around, if you wish, but unless you want to cower against the wall for the next week there's not much to do but step forward, and gently touch her breast.
She purrs louder at your contact, as you slowly rub over the nipple, and then bends down to lick you. You freeze in place, but it seems to just be a movement of affection.
"Good... kitty..." you whisper, nervously. She purrs louder. "Can you take me back to the house?"
The creature looks at you with green eyes, blinking slowly, and then moves to roll back onto its paws. It lowers its head for you to climb onto its hair, and you uncertainly do so.
It leaps forward, out of the pit, past the angry dryads, and [[toward the house you came from|House]]You barely have time to scream, before the cat girl's mouth closes around you. You're inside its mouth, beyond the rows of sharp teeth, but trapped on top of a thick and rough tongue. It slides over your body, tasting you, pressing against your body.
The tongue suddenly slides backward, pushing you toward the throat. You feel tight muscles closing around you, squeezing your flesh and pulling you down into the stomach. You land with a wet splash, in liquid that causes you to tingle. It doesn't burn, surprisngly - but it doesn't feel pleasant.
In fact, you're in for an unpleasant week. The cat girl will be swallowing enough food and air to keep you alive, for the next week - even some water for you to keep hydradted, if you can catch it as it comes down.
By the time she lets you go, though, Fiona's experiment will be over. You'll be locked in your current body, forever. No escape... Just another girl, living in Fiona's world.
Maybe next time, you won't try to dick over a member of your own species for dryads.
Ending 45: Should have been nicer.
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending45 to "seen">>The woman sighs in relief, as the last of the dryads are chased off. One shook a fist, before returning to the trees and melding into the woods.
The blonde woman looks at you, putting her axe on the ground and leaning down against the handle. "Name's Karen," she tells you, holding out a hand. You take it, a little nervously, but all she does is give your hand a good squeeze.
"Me and my sisters live in that cabin you came from... I protect the house, and keep the fire going - but the dryads don't like that I cut down woods from their trees...
You know. I could use your help around here; someone handy with a $weapon is always useful, you know?
What do you say? [[Stay with me?|Taken care of]]
[[No thanks]]Karen kisses you firmly on the lips, apparently excited by your saying yes. Her fingers run along your hair<<if $species is "claygirl_unrestricted">>, or what counts as your hair, anyway. <<elseif $species is "slime">>, or what counts as your hair, anyway. <<else>>. <<endif>> She bends you backward, running her fingers down your flesh, gently sliding between your thighs. Kissing you again as she begins to rub against your pussy, not even giving you time to protest.
She takes you, right there on the forest floor, her fingers entering you - pressing against your flesh. Pressing inside you as her lips kiss you all over.
This is your life, now. This is your entire existance - being taken care of by this rough and tumble woman, with her short cut hair, and her strong arms. Being lifted up, and taken inside the cabin.
The dryads don't seem to bother the cabin anymore, for some reason - so she has a lot of time to devote to you. Eating you out, lifting your entire body up above her head and actually tossing you onto the bed. Everything you want, she provides.
It's nice. Being taken care of...
Ending 43: Taken Care Of <<set $recall to "clear">><<set $history to "You're married to a wonderful woman named Karen. She takes care of you. Protects you. Has lots of sex with you. It's not a bad situation, honestly! Sometimes, you even forget you're still in a micro-world created by a wizard as part of her dungeon...">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending43 to "seen">>The moment this woman's lips touch yours, you feel a spark shoot through you, as if her lips had been charged with lightning. It tingles through your spine, freezing you in place, and forcing your eyes wide open. It's a long moment before you can close them - or more accurately, until you can no longer keep them open. Your entire body goes limp, and you fall to the floor.
When you open your eyes, you find yourself on a bed. You've been tied to it, ropes around your chest, arms and legs. It's at least more comfortable than when Fiona tied you down, but it's proving even harder to pull yourself away from it.
When you're done struggling, you might notice a woman, with short cut blonde hair. She smiles at you, and brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead. "Sorry..." she whispers to you, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips.
Where before there was a spark, this time there's a warmth. A tantalizing, almost familiar warmth that sweeps through your entire body. It feels good. Being kissed feels wonderful, even though you've been kidnapped. "You really did help me out, before; they would have fed me to their pet, and that thing takes like a week to spit you back up. But Fiona promised to protect us from the dryad's wrath, for good, if me or my sisters could keep you here; plus, I get to keep you as a wife. I don't get to meet a lot of non-dryads around here, unless I want to go wandering around Fiona's dungeon, so..." She shrugs, and begins to untie you.
"This probably isn't even making sense to you anymore, is it honey? You always were a little brain addled... but hey. Don't worry. I'll take care of you, for good."
You smile, a little uncertain, at your wife. Of course Karen will take care of you, but... why on earth was she untying you? She hadn't even made you cum, yet.
Ending 44: Someone Else's Reward <<set $recall to "clear">><<set $history to "Your name is $name. You're married to a beautiful, if somewhat rough girl, named Karen. She takes care of you, and her sisters, and you... well, you're mostly a bed warmer.<BR>You've never been good at chores, or anything, and you get along with the sisters but every time you try to help them with something - you always seem to bungle it up. You sometimes worry why any of them put up with you... but you guess you let Karen work out some of her aggressions, now that the house has had a sudden drop in violent intrusions. That's useful, right?">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending44 to "seen">>"Of course, when we say join us, we mean forever..." the woman smiles. "I do hope you understood that..."
Before you can respond, two of the dryads grasp you, claim you. The dark brown of their skin travels down to yours. <<if $species is "claygirl_unrestricted">>hardening your flesh<<elseif $species is "slime">>hardening your flesh<<else>>darkening your flesh.<<endif>> You feel yourself changing, legs <<if $species is "naga">>- you have legs, again - <<endif>> shifting, growing, changing. You stand on tall and willowy brown thighs, feet firmly planted intheg round. Your harig rows in as red, interlocked leafs.
Before you can even react, one of the dryads kisses you firmly on the lips, while another grasps you by the breast. <<if $dress is "bare">>They grasp your breasts, slipping fingers between your thighs to gently touch your pussy.<<else>>They tear off your clothes, slipping fingers between your thighs and pinching your nipples.<<endif>>
Whatever worries you might have melt away. It feels good to be touched like this, stroked like this, kissed like this. Your body played with. You feel good, when both of the dryads kiss you on the cheek, and you practically melt into their grip as they bring you into the forest.
"Quickly," the dryad elder whispers. "Find her a tree to meld with..."
A tree? Yes. Every dryad needs a tree to med with. They find you a nice maple, and you press your flesh into it, slowly sinking into the bark, all worries and fearst raveling away. All thoughts fading. You're a part of the tree, and the tree is a part of you.
Just as it should be.
Ending 47: Dryad Love<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $species to "dryad">><<set $body to "a dryad">><<set $memory to "a dryad">><<set $history to "You're a dryad. You have the vague impression that you used to be something else, but it's hard to focus on that - you're honestly just happy with the life you're living.">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending47 to "seen">>The dryads whisper among themselves when you refuse, one of them even taking a step toward you. Her face is set in anger, teeth barred and eyes locked on you - but the siler haired dryad puts an arm on her shoulder, and the aggressive woman's face slowly calms.
"This woman helped us..." The silver haired dryad reminds her comardes, with a small smile. "It would be poor form to repay her with anger. SHe is free to go back to her home... with our blessing..."
She reaches down between her breasts, pulling out a small wooden flute, and a key that looks like it was carved of oak - both hanging by a leather thong necklace. "My name is Madea. Remember it." she whispered, smiling.
You take it, and the dryads begin to disperse back into the woods, carrying with them the struggling woman. Their hands are held over her mouth, preventing her from screaming, their hands grip her thighs and arms to stop her from lashing out.
"This one will be returned," she adds, after a moment. "Once she's learned her lesson about cutting down our trees..." With that, the silver haired dryad disappears, as well.
[[Leave|House]]<<set $friendlinesswithdryads to "yes">><<set $key to $key + 1>>You curl up in front of the fire <<if $species is "naga">>your tail wrapped up around yourself <<endif>>and let out a huge yawn. You just want to take a long nap.
You don't really respond when one of your owners, Karen, comes by to put more wood in the fireplace. She stops to scratch you behind the ears, and you let out a low rumblng noise, surprising even yourself. After a moment of it, you've rolled onto your back so she can kiss you on the breasts, and stomach.
She gives you one kiss to each, with a long suffering sigh, and then she's out the door again. You don't mind, though. The life of a spoiled house naga is all about waiting for attention.
Ending 42: House Pet<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $memory to $body>><<set $history to "You're a house pet. A spoiled house pet, living in a house full of horny lesbians. Sometimes, they ask you to put on a show to protect the house from intruders, but most of the time they're content to have you fuck their brains out in return for food and a place to sleep. Mostly a place to sleep. You like sleeping by the fire. It's nice.">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending42 to "seen">>There's no one out among the trees, at first; when you blow on the flute, however, the dryads begin to slowly appear among the trees - led by Medea, the silver haired dryad you saw earlier.
"Have you reconsidered our offer to join us?"
[[Say yes]]
[[Say no|Get forced to join]]There's an angry grumble from the dryads. Again, someone steps toward you - a young woman with red hair. She looks like she wants to hurt you.
This time, Medea does not put her hand out. She looks sadly at the ground. "I wish you had not returned..." she whispers. "Fiona will reward us for keeping you here - she will allow us to expand our forest, and grow more children in our groves. I cannot deny my people this twice in a row..."
The dryad grabs you, and forcefully pressses her lips against yours. You feel your skin shifting, hardening, turning slowly to the same brown as hers - your hair slowly turning green, as the pattern of bark appears across your features.
You're dazed and confused, as another dryad steps up to you. She runs her finger across your thigh, and gently kisses you again.
"I'm truly sorry," Medea, your leader, whispers. You don't know why she would apologize to you. You lean against a tree - your tree, the tree that makes up your true body. And you smile at the two women who just kissed you - Jessica and Alex.
You don't know what prompted it, but you wonder if they'd consider doing it again.
Ending 40: Can't Leave, Must Leaf<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $species to "dryad">><<set $body to "a dryad">><<set $memory to "a dryad">><<set $history to "You're a dryad. You were always a dryad. You were raised as a dryad. You grew up as a dryad. You've always been a dryad. For some reason, thse thoughts press themselves on you whenever you start to think about your past...">>You take the cutlery, and put it on the table as asked. Without realizing, you start to hum to yourself, and your… wife? Joins in. You set places not just for the two of you, but for two other women. Her sisters. Your in-laws, you realize. Of course. How silly of you to forget…
There’s Karen, with her short cropped blonde hair, muscular and angry. She crosses her arms and stares at you when she enters, but then goes to take her seat. You smile at her, like you always do - even though she rates a little high on toughness for you, always battling it out with the woodland creatures. She does protect the family, though - and you do love her.
Then there’s Marin, who waddles in, nine months pregnant, unkempt blonde hair down to the shoulders, and a glare on her face for both you and her sisters - you still don’t know who else was involved in making this pregnancy happen, just that Marin always bemoans being left by herself to give birth. She’s mostly useless around the house, and bitter about it, but you know she does everything she can - and you want to be there for her, after the child is born. All of you do.
Finally, there’s your own wife, Mary Lynn, a sweet and kind woman who does ninety percent of the house work around here.... Except for cooking. You almost always insist on doing the cooking. You love your wife, but the only thing she can do with a kitchen is clean it! You can already see a little smoke coming up from the frying pan, and you bite your lip as you try not to run in and take over. She keeps saying she won’t learn if you don’t let her try, and she’s right, but…
Well. While she’s learning, you might be going a bit hungry.
Ending 50: Meet the Family <<set $recall to "clear">><<set $history to "You're married! To one of the sweetest women on earth, Mary Lynn, with blonde hair down to her cute little ass and a constant smile on her face. Even though she does ninety percent of the house work, and has to deal with grumpy sisters, you can't think of a single time when she //wasn't// happy. It's just how she's built!<Br><BR>How were you so lucky as to find someone like her?">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending50 to "seen">>“This isn’t right,” you say out loud.
The blonde stranger glances back at you, looking uncertain. Her lip trembles after a moment - and finally she bursts into tears.”I told my sisters I couldn’t do this…! I can’t pretend to just be in love with someone I just met… even if you really would have turned into the perfect wife…” Her voice sounds a little wistful at that last bit.
“What are you talking about?”
“My sisters and me… Fiona told us all to tempt you with staying here… To see if we could change you into our one of our brides. She controls everything, here - we don’t have a choice… if I can’t convince you to be my bride, I’ll be punished!”
She wrings her hands, looking at you pleadingly....
You could [[leave|House]]
Or...[[take care of her|Offer to stay with her]]This definitely isn't right. Definitely. You've never met this angry woman before, and you definitely aren't the one to have gotten her pregnant.
Maybe it's best to just [[leave|House]]
[[Or you could confront her|Confront her]]"Marin...." You whisper, her name tumbling off your lips. You're confused, but only for a moment - why wouldn't you know your wife's name? Why wouldn't you be crawling into your wife's bed, kissing her thighs, gently pushing them further apart. "Marin," you repeat. "What did we say about yelling?"
She glowers for another moment, but the power behind it slowly fades away. "That I shouldn't do it?"
"That you shouldn't do it. We both wanted this. You won the coin flip for who gets pregnant, fair and square. And bragged about it for the first three months. I know it's hard, and I'm here to listen to you complain - but not to be abused.
"Now lie down, and let me make you feel better."
Marin smiles, a little weakly. "Thanks. $name. Honey."
You smile back, wide as you can manage. Then slowly reach up to touch her on her swollen stomach, pressing lightly against the flesh as you kiss her between the legs, sliding your tongue across her slit. You suck on her clit, making her moan and scream, and forget her troubles for a moment. It's the best you can do for the woman you love.
ending 49: The Good Wife <<set $recall to "clear">><<set $history to "Your name is $name. You're married to the wonderful Marin - who you love, even if she's been a little bit of a grump in these last few months of pregnancy. You know it's been hard on her, not being able to help around the house - and you've devoted yourself to doing her portion of the chores, and helping her whenever you can. It's your baby she's carrying, after all!">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending49 to "seen">>You open the drawers, finding most of them utterly empty. Whoever lives in this bedroom seems to have emptied it of everything useful - with the exception of a....
is that a dildo? <<set $seendildo to "yes">>
[[Use it]]
[[Check the closet]]
[[leave|House]]<<if $species is "naga">>That would be difficult with no hands.
[[Check the closet]]
[[leave|House]]<<else>>You lick your lips. The... dildo. Has a large purple head, and a thick base, with realistic veins pulsing along it. It's firm to the grip, and feels almost... warm....
You lower it to yourself. Press it lightly against your pussy, rubbing the head slowly against the wetness until it pops inside. You begin to push it slowly inside, gasping a little as it penetrates. Deeper and deeper into your body, filling up the void inside you.
You strart to pull away, when another hand comes across yours. It presses down on the dildo, and there's a soft laugh from behind you. You can't see who it is, but you can fell the swell of a pregnant stomach against your back as she settles in place against you. "Ride it, for a few minutes," the woman whispers. Marin whispers. Her name is Marin. You know this, suddenly.
You can remember the day you met her. You were kids, on neighboring farms. You grew up together. Talked together. Befriended each other... explored boys together - and rejected them together. Found one another, and found ways to pleasure each other.
It was beautiful. It's also fake. Unreal. Not true. You try to remind yourself of this, but then she twists the dildo inside you and such rational thoughts fall by the wayside as more memories flood you. Using this very charmed dildo to impregnate your wife. This dildo, which is starting to squirm inside you. Pump into you.
The pleasure is rising inside you, as she finally lets you pull the dildo out - only to pump it back inside, making sure it fills you entirely before it releases its load... and when she pulls it out again, it's only to thrust the still warm thing inside you, again and again until your head falls back and your eyes close.
You know you're pregnant, but you don't care. You don't know how your wife thinks you're going to support two kids this close to one another, but you don't care. Everything feels too good to care... Besides, you'll figure it out.
You always do.
Ending 41: The Big O<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $history to "You're a little busy to be thinking about this stuff! Dammit. Are you trying to delay orgasm!? You met your wife as kids. You discovered you liked women together. You got married. You're having kids.. Now get back to the orgasm!">><<endif>>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending41 to "seen">>When you open the closet, you find an alter - dark wood, shaped in a single piece, with red wax dripping across it. The candles don't seem to burn down any further, no matter how long you stare at it.
You could [[sacrifice something to it]]
<<if $seendildo is "yes">>[[Check the drawers|Recheck the drawers]]<<else>>[[Check the drawers]]<<endif>>
[[Leave the room|House]]
The sink is filled with dirty dishes. It's as if no one's done dishes in a week - or else there's a lot of people using up dishes.
<<if $maid is "yes">>As long as you're dresed as a maid, you realize, you might as well [[start to clean]]<<else>><<if $species is "naga">>[[Check the kitchen drawers]]
[[Leave|House]]<<else>>[[clean the dishes?]]
[[Check the kitchen drawers]]
[[Leave|House]]<<endif>><<endif>>You hum to yourself as you begin to clean. There's a pump, leading right to the sink! Convenient - even if it splashes you a little, when you begin to pump the handle. You should have remembered, it's always splashing your dress like that! Though you don't mind how the water causes your maid outfit to cling to you...
Of course, it always clings to you. When you bother to wear it. You only really put it on as a show, something that gives the other women of this household a kick - having a real life maid working for them. Also because you're expected to wear //something// while you're cleaning dishes, or cooking the food. Also, it sometimes gets cold in the house, during the winter seasons.
Still. There isn't a woman living here (yourself included) who doesn't prefer it when you're "out of uniform." You actually consider it a part of your job to meet the private needs of each indivudal lady here - and the only payment you ask for in turn is that they give you a little attention back. Unclothed, of course.
Ending 39: House Maid<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $history to "There really isn't much to examine~! You're just a maid! Also maybe a bit of a slut? That's what Karen - one of the ladies you serve - likes to call you. You think it's a bit mean, but you prefer not to argue with your employers~ Even if they only pay you in kisses to your clit.">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending40 to "seen">>All these dirty dishes... maybe you'll find something under them? It seems reckless to just shove them all aside, though - it seems like a good idea, suddenly, to //clean// them.
There's a wooden handle above the sink, and when you pump it water squirts out of a long pipe, right into the dishes. You use that, and some soap, to start cleaning the plates and cups of dried food. Eventually, you start humming to yourself, and fall into a rhythm.
You don't even notice when Mary Lynn wraps her arms around you, and rubs her hair against your head. You don't notice
All these dirty dishes... maybe you'll find something under them? It seems reckless to just shove them all aside, though - it seems like a good idea, suddenly, to //clean// them.
There's a wooden handle above the sink, and when you pump it water squirts out of a long pipe, right into the dishes. You use that, and some soap, to start cleaning the plates and cups of dried food. Eventually, you start humming to yourself, and fall into a rhythm.
You don't even notice when a blonde lady wraps her arms around you, and rubs her face against your hair. You do notice when she gently squeezes your breasts, though, and kisses your neck. You turn back to see her, a flicker of surprise fluttering through you. You don’t know how you got so lost in your dishes that you forgot about your wife! You’re happy to see her, though, even if she does have this odd expression on her face. She’s looking at you like a total stranger - not a woman who’s been sleeping in the same bed as her for six years.
You kiss her on the lips, wrap your fingers in her hair, and pull her close to you until she melts in your arms. Then you smile. “I’ll start dinner in a moment,” you promise her. “As soon as I’m done with the dishes.”
“Dishes…” She smiles up at you, with that oddly nervous expression on her face. “You always do the dishes. Right?”
“Right.” You smile back, and as you watch the expression of nervousness slowly fades from her face. Her smile seems more sincere, now, and she rests her head on her shoulder. “Sorry, $name. For a moment there, I thought… It doesn’t matter. You’re my wife! And I love you.”
You blink. “I love you, too…”
Ending 37: Housewife<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $history to "Your name is $name. You live in a big household, with your wife (Mary Lynn) and her sisters (Karen and Marin). You love them all... Even though a couple of the sisters seem to barely tolerate //you//.<br><br>You're still trying to find your place in this household, but your domain so far is the kitchen and the bedroom - ah, keeping the bedroom clean that is, and doing sewing projects there to make extra money, and... and... yeah. That other thing you might do in the bedroom, too.<BR><BR>You just like making her happy.">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending37 to "seen">><<if $knife is "yes">>There's nothing else of use, here.<<else>>There's a knife in the drawer. Will you [[take it?]]<<endif>>
You can [[leave|House]]
Or maybe [[clean the dishes?]]"I'm not your-"
"$name. You are going to kiss me, and you are going to kiss me now, or I am going to get pissed!"
"But I'm not- I mean, I am $name, I mean my name is really $name, I mean I guess I'm.... $name, but I'm not //really//..."
"What the hell are you babbling about? Look, first you get me pregnant, now you don't want to take responsibility for it? Now you want to say it wasn't really you? Now you want to complain!? I'm going to be giving birth, any day now, and you're doing //this// to me!?"
"S-Sorry..." you mutter. "I mean, I... I just... I'm not..."
"You're not. You're not. You're my wife! Now shut up, and kiss me."
"...Yes ma'am..." you whisper, ducking your head. You lean forward to place a nervous kiss on her lips, and then duck back. "Like that?"
"Like that... But at least act like you enjoy it. What sort of wife are you!?"
"S-Sorry. It's m-my fault. My bad. Sorry."
ending 48: A Bad Wife<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $history to "You guess you're... married? Yeah. You're married. To Marin. Who yells at you, a lot - but you're hoping her mood will improve after she delivers the baby. You don't think she was always this bitter, and angry at you... At least, you hope not. For some reason, trying to think of your early life with Marin always gives you a headache.">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending48 to "seen">>You move to help the dryads, grabbing the woman from behind and forcing her to drop her axe. The group of dryads swarm forward - <<if $species is "human">>and [[grab you|get swarmed.]], along with the woman you refused to help. <<else>>The group of dryads swarm forward - taking the woman from your grasp, and tying her hands with vines.
One of the dryads steps forward from the crowd, her silver hair braided into several willowy branches. She smiles at you. "Thank you," she whispers. Her voice is creaky and old; she speaks softly, but the words travel to you on the wind as if she were speaking directly into your ear. "You saved us some trouble with that one. She's been cutting trees from our forest for years... perhaps with this, her and her siblings will finally get the message that our forest isn't for them to pilfer.
"As a sign of gratitude, we would like to ask you to join us."
[[Say yes]]
[[Say no]]<<endif>><<set $Karenfriendliness to "none">>You hesitate for a moment. You don't really want her to get punished - you can only imagine what punishment from Fiona would be like. The poor thing would probably be turned into a spider, or a fly, or some such.
Of course, the alternative is you remaining as a woman. Forever. Before you can think too hard on that choice, she suddenly leans forward and kisses you full on the lips. It catches you off guard, and in that moment of surprise she begins to slide her fingers between your legs, and gently rub against your pussy.
"I'm... Sorry..." she whispers, still crying, but you realize that you aren't sure why. This is how she's always greeted you, even if you've just spent the day in the other room - knitting and sewing and such to make a little money for the family. It's her little way of making sure you know you're loved.
You kiss her tears. "I was only gone a few hours..." you remind her. "You don't have to cry."
"Of... Of course...." she smiles at you, and you smile back. It's fulfilling to do work for your family, but it's always nice to take a break with your wife.
ending 38: New Wife
<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $history to "Your name is $name. You're the wife to a beautiful woman, named Mary Lynn. She's the kindest, sweetiest, and generally happiest woman you know - though right now she's a little sad. She's crying, in fact, which you don't really. Understand.<br><Br>You spend your days knitting and sewing in your bedroom, while Mary Lynn cleans the household and takes care of the chores. Your contributions keep you both busy for most of the day, so you only really get to greet each other at meal times - but you've never caught her crying about it, before!<Br><br>Thankfully, you're pretty sure you can clear away her worries with a few kisses, and a couple whispers of 'I love you.' She's never been able to resist that before.">>
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending38 to "seen">>You're practically gasping for breath, when you hear a sudden gasp, and hear running footsteps. Hands slide beneath your chest and tail, gripping you tightly around the breasts and hips. You're lifted up, and rushed out a back door you hadn't even noticed. You're carried to a well, and dropped inside, to land with a wet splash.
You burble out a musical note from your new home, unable to make your lips form human speech, and stare up at the blond woman who dropped you into the water. She smiles down at you, relieved that you’re okay. “Sorry…” she whispers. “I didn’t know where else to put you…. We don’t have anything fancy like a tub, here… and even if we did, it wouldn’t be any place to keep a. Mermaid. Wow.” The woman shakes her head.
“The well isn’t really nice; it’s sort of cramped, I imagine, and I don’t think it leads anywhere… but I can promise to bring you fish every day. From the… river…. Which probably would have been a better place to put you. Sorry.”
You let out a burbling musical note in answer, and she smiles. “It’s a little bit away from here, anyway; I’m not sure you’d make it without drying out… maybe one day we can have, like. A tub with wheels. To carry you… or if it’s raining really hard, and the well floods...we’ll figure something out,” she promises.
She doesn’t, though. Oh, she visits you every day. Brings you fish. Leans into the well so that she can gently touch your hair, and kiss your forehead. Eventually, tired of waiting, you place her hands on your breasts - and kiss her fully on the lips.
You’re married in the spring - you still in the well, her standing outside it. The ceremony is only attended by her sisters. Neither of you wears clothing to it, and you can see the other blonde girls rolling their eyes. You don’t care. So you live in a well.
So you can’t actually communicate with the woman you love.
So you’ll never get home.
At least your libido is being taken care of...
Ending 46: Living Well
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending46 to "seen">><<if $species is "naga">>You have no arms to wield it with.<<else>><<set $knife to "taken">><<set $weapon to "knife">>You take the knife.<<endif>>
You can [[leave|House]]
Or maybe [[clean the dishes?]]The woman frowns... but shrugs. "Not like I can keep you," she admits. <<if $species is "human">>"I would like a kiss before you go, though... As a goodbye.
Before you can protest, she pulls you closer, lips against lips for a [[kiss goodbye|Get a kiss goodbye]]<<else>>"Go on and get out of here. Just don't expect to see me again."
[[leave|House]]<<endif>>You make it home, <<if $dress is "clothed">>grateful to be wearing something, even if it is a little embarrassing to be wearing such an outfit.<<else>>utterly naked. You get quite a few stares, too, and you end up blushing quite profusely.<<endif>>
When you get home, you find your masculine clothes have been replaced by frilly dresses, short skirts, and feminine blouses. All tailored to show off your new form.
Where your smithy was, there's now a small shop. Your shop includes a small hammer, for the more delicate working of silver and gold, and several precious stones. Apparently, you're a jewler; and a fairly succesful one, from the look of your shop. You suppose it's better than a smithy in your current body; while you've known female smiths, Fiona altered your body too much to wield the hammer you once preferred.
You've done a little work with precious metals before, mostly for nobles who wanted their swords more ornate than functional. Your delicate fingers, mixed with what remains of your strength, allows you to work delicate material.
Your shop is small, but prosperous, and over time you actually become known for your ability to creatue custom pieces, often in the shapes of fantastical creatures: naked nagas, nude dryads, and deliciously unclothed nymphs among other things.
Eventually, you wed a woman named Vanessa, the daughter of a well to do merchant who came to visit your shop. Fiona actually sends you a gift to mark the occasion: a pendant. According to the card, it'll allow the wearer to impregnate another woman. Considering where it came from, though, you're a little nervous about using it.
Ending 51: Jeweler
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[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending51 to "seen">>The lock clicks open, falling to the floor. The door swings open, revealing a familiar sight. The rolling hills outside the tower. You're finally free.
If you want to be.
If you go through the door, your current form will be locked in place... Are you sure you want to do this?
[[Yes|Walk through]]
[[No|Hub Room]]
<<set $lock to "no">>You walk through the doors, shielding your eyes from the light of the outside world.
You've finally escaped the dungeon. You can finally return to your old life...
<<if $recall is "clear">>...Or at least. Assuming yours and everyone else's memories haven't been changed.<<else>>Too bad you can't remember it!<<endif>>
<<if $species is "human">><<if $secondarygoal is "yes">>[[Epilogue|Fiona Betrayed Ending]]<<endif>><<if $memory is "a blacksmith" and $sex is "female">>[[Epilogue|Blacksmith Ending - Female]]<<elseif $memory is "an unemployed slob" and $sex is "female">>[[Epilogue|Unemployed Ending - Female]]<<elseif $memory is "a merchant" and $sex is "female">>[[Epilogue|Merchant Ending - Female]]<<elseif $memory is "a hero" and $sex is "female">>[[Epilogue|Hero Ending - Female]]<<elseif $memory is "a thief" and $sex is "female">>[[Epilogue|Thief Ending - Female]]<<elseif $job is "a bimbo" and $sex is "female">>[[Epilogue|Bimbo Ending]]<<elseif $memory is "a transgirl" and $sex is "female">>[[Epilogue|Transgirl ending]]<<endif>><<endif>><<if $species is "slime">>[[Epilogue|Slime Ending]]<<elseif $species is "claygirl_unrestricted">>[[Epilogue|Claygirl_Unrestricted Ending]]<<elseif $species is "mermaid">>[[Epilogue|Mermaid Ending]]<<elseif $species is "naga">>[[Epilogue|Naga Ending]]<<elseif $species is "catiglr">><<if $secondarygoal is "yes">>[[Epilogue|Fiona Betrayed Ending]]<<else>>[[Epilogue|Catgirl Ending]]<<endif>><<elseif $species is "dog girl">><<if $secondarygoal is "yes">>[[Epilogue|Fiona Betrayed Ending]]<<else>>[[Epilogue|Dog Girl Ending]]<<endif>><<endif>><<if $job is "a bimbo">><<elseif $recall is "clear">><<else>>Ending -1: Can't Recall What You're Doing Here <Br><br>[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $endingnegative1 to "seen">><<endif>>
<<if $dress is "clothed">>You're glad to have clothes, as you trudge your way back home. Even if you are heading back to a family that tried to sell you to the wizard...<<else>>Utterly nude, and too tired to even be embarrassed about it, you walk back home. To the very family members that once sold you to the wizard.<<endif>>
You figure they at least owe you a few gold pieces to start your new life with, after everything they've put you through.
Unfortunately, when you reach home, the first thing your sister does is spit at your feet. "So you've returned, sis..." she mutters. "Did the wizard manage to turn you into a functioning member of society?" she eyes you, up and down, and you wonder if your sister - your own sister, at least - can tell if anything is different. She only shakes her head, though. "Doesn't look like it... I still see the same worthless sad sack as ever..."
With that, she turns back into the house, and calls for your father. Who promptly comes out, and spits at your feet, too. "Why'd you come back here, anyway, $name?"
So even your family's calling you that... well. It is your name, now, you suppose. Forever more.
"I thought..." You hesitate. Why did you come back here. Because you thought they'd be happy to see you? You look away. "Give me the coins you got from the wizard. Or I'm going to report you."
"To who?" Your father scoffs, before stepping forward. He grabs both your arms, and lifts you casually into the air. "Who's going to care what I do with a worthless daughter who couldn't even land a man? But you know what. I'm glad you made it back. There's a visiting merchant who's looking for a few pleasure slaves..." He smiles, before dropping you uncerimoniously to your feet, drawing back a fist, and knocking your lights out.
You wake up in chains. A concerned looking blonde is eyeing you. She's got a metal collar around her neck, and is utterly naked. So are you, though. "Hey..." she whispers. "You okay?"
You nod, slowly. "Just... a little family squabble..."
The girl smiles, faintly. The ground beneath you shakes, and you realize you're in a wagon. Sitting opposite you is a woman. The merchant who bought you, you take it. She's dressed in a rich blue gown that covers her from head to toe. Her head is back against the carriage, and her skirts are lifted to allow a fourth girl access to her pussy. The woman is eagerly licking at her.
So this is to be your life. A pleasure slave to a beautiful woman.
...Well. You suppose there are worse fates. Still. Maybe you would have been better off staying in the tower?
Ending 53: Pleasure Slave
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[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending53 to "seen">>Your horse and wagon full of goods are still where you left them. You're thankful that you have a supply of woman's clothing in the wagon, as well as a few changes of clothes yourslef. Though. Upon further inspection, all your own clothes have been tailored to meet this new body as well - blouses, skirts, and dresses galore. You get dressed in a simple white blouse, and a black skirt that only goes halfway down your thighs. It's the longest skirt you can find, for some reason, and you sigh a little to yourself. It'll have to do. You were lucky to find some white linen panties, as well.
Your life as a merchant isn't actually changed much, by this ordeal. Sure, you're a woman. Yes. You no longer approach strange towers. True, you show off your own feminine wears! But you're a merchant - you rely on skill, hard work, and a little luck. What happens to your body doesn't really matter. Right?
Eventually, you find a nice girl, and get married. You adopt a child, to continue your family line. He listens intently to all your stories, including your occasional drunken rambling about once having been a man. When he's old enough, he'll go visit the tower for himself, in hopes of finding the same ending you did.
But that's a story for another time.
Ending 55: Still a Merchant
<<set $dress to "clothed">><<set $clothes to "You're wearing a simple white blouse, and a black skirt that goes halfway down your thighs. It'll do, since you can't find anything better. You're wearing white linen panties!>>Congratulations on reaching an "escape" ending! I hope you'll consider joining my patreon at https://www.patreon.com/PrincessKay to support the game, and get early access to the latest updates!
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending55 to "seen">>Well. You survived the dungeon. Does that make you a hero? Or just lucky? Did you prove yourself?
You walk back to town, a little less sure of yourself.<<if $dress is "clothed">><<else>> It doesn't help that you're utterly naked. Everyone's staring at your body, at least until you get home and put on clothes.<<endif>>
You can't help but notice, when you get home, that all your outfits are tailored to your new form. You have skirts and blouses, as well as dresses. You also have a rather nice riding corset, and some unisex leathers that would do well in a fight. Just what sort of reality was crafted for you, here?
<<if $knowElisesecret is "yes">>You look for Elise, but can't find her. Perhaps she knows you escaped? You do know her secret... Not that you were planning to hold her mother's actions against her.
Well. Whatever. It wasn't like anything you'd done would have impressed her...
In the end, you decide to leave town. You sell your home to a traveling merchant who's looking to settle down, and you start adventuring. Looking for people in need of rescue. Start trying to do some good with your life. You're not as strong as you used to be, but your body still knows how to swing a sword, and you slowly begin to make a name for yourself in the adventuring world.
You never make that big a splash, but. You make a difference. Particular one day, when you stumble across a roving band of bandits, holding a brunette captive.
She's grateful for the rescue - especially coming from someone as cute as you, she says.
Of course. You're not interested in settling down. You're a hero. But. She insists on joining you in your adventures. She trains hard to keep up with you. Other girls join as well, and you become known as a group of traveling women do gooders, instead of just a single hero.
It feels weird, making a name for yourself as the "Amazon warriors" - after all, you still remember when you would have mocked them all for needing a good man to help them settle down. That feels like a lifetime ago, though.
Ending Unknown: amazon warrior
Congratulations on reaching an "escape" ending! I hope you'll consider joining my patreon at https://www.patreon.com/PrincessKay to support the game, and get early access to the latest updates!<<else>>The first thing you do, of course, is look for Elise. You want to... apologize, maybe? You aren't sure. It's been a very long... day? Was it really only a day in the wizard's dungeon? Well. It's been a very long one, if so. You feel like you're done making needless boasts about your strength and such.
You find her, reading a book, as normal. At first she looks annoyed - but her face softens when you apologize. She smiles, a little, looking you over. Then she asks you on a date.
You're surprised. But. You say yes. She takes you to a bar, and buys you a drink. You can't handle as much as you think in this form, and you end up really drunk.
She takes care of you, that night, when you're hung over. Then sighs and asks "What you were thinking?" You blush, with no real response.
"Well, whatever..." she mutters. "You're lucky you're my type, or I would have left you in that bar."
You think she means it. You aren't sure, though. There's a certain kindness in her, you think, even if she does always act aloof.
You continue dating her. It takes a long time to win her heart, arriving with flowers or chocolates at every opportunity. Eventually, you realize books are more her style, and start bringing stuff from the local store. She warms up to you. A small smile, here and there. You keep it up, until your first anniversary, where you end up asking her to marry you.
She says yes! You're so excited. Until the wedding. When Fiona shows up.
"Mother..." mutters Elise, when she sees the woman.
//Mother?// What sort of family did you marry into? And why do you get the feeling that Fiona expects a granddaughter out of you, too....
Ending 54: Unexpected Family<<endif>>
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[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending54 to "seen">><<if $dress is "clothed">>Grateful to be wearing clothes, you make your way to the nearest town.<<else>>Utterly naked, you make your way to the nearest town. You have no way of buying clothes, but you still have your skills as a thief to aid you - you snatch a few things that are out to dry on the clothesline.<<endif>> From there, you steal a horse and make it to the bigger cities.
There, you continue to ply your trade as a thief. Your female form comes in handy when you need to sneak into mansions as a maid. Not to mention for seducing young ladies out of their valuables... who knew that so many members of the upper crusts had secret sapphic desires? Lucky you!
You make a name as a famous thief for yourself, and eventually retire to a nice little home of your own in a small city. Far away from Fiona, and her dungeon.
You owe her a lot, in a way... and she owes you one (1) penis, in another.
You're rather afraid how she'd choose to fill that debt, though. As a result, you never go back to that tower, or that town...
Ending 52: Lovely Thief
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[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending52 to "seen">>You leave the cabin. You didn't notice the door out, before, but it doesn't seem odd to you. You know instinctively that it was always there - even if you weren't allowed to notice it before.
Outside, you find a blonde woman, hair cut just a little above the scalp, standing over a tree stump. There's a log ready for splitting above it, but her eyes aren't focused on that. They're focused on the dryads coming from the forest.
Brown skinned women, whose skin is lined like bark, but soft and supple as real flesh. Hair the colors of the trees, green and red and orange. They're beautiful... they also look fairly murderous.
[[Help the dryads]]
[[Help the woman]]You don't. Like. Remember much about your previous life???????? Or what you were doing, up until now, actually. Your head sort of hurts. You think you have amnesia?
There's a tower behind you, but the door is totally locked when you try to go through it. You stomp your foot in annoyance.
You start knocking loudly on the door, until its opened by a redheaded woman. She looks sort of familiar? But you can't place her. She has pretty green eyes, and she's wearing a green dress that clings to her cleavage.
"Yes?" she asks.
"Um... Can I come inside?"
The woman smiles, softly. You think she's really pretty when she smiles. "I don't see why not."
Ending 56: Here we go again.
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[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending56 to "seen">>You're free! You're free of the tower. Your slimy body does a little jiggle of happiness, and you squirm through the grassy fields, looking for a girl who's cum you can swallow.
It doesn't take long, really, for your slimy senses to pick something up! Something cute and adorable, and definitely a girl. You flatten your body as you approach her, turning into a harmless puddle as she looks behind her, and then pounce the moment she starts looking away.'
She squeaks so cutely! You squirm under her dress, soaking through her underwear, and dissolving the clothes. She has... a penis? A penis! That's great. Some girls have those.
You don't mind that. As long as it's a girl, it's fine! And you can sense this is definitely a girl, as you squirm over her cute thighs and make her flush a bright red.
"W-wait..." she whispers. "I... I've never..." You form a mouth over her cock and start sucking, and sucking. She cried out above you, and make a happy noise yourself as creamy whiteness is poured down your throat.
Then you slide to the ground, satisfied. She falls to her knees, too. She seems flustered, for some reason?
You decide to comfort her, wrapping arms around her, and cooing faintly. You do hope she'll stop clinging to you, soon... you can already sense more girls in the area, and you need to feed. Still. You'll stay with this girl until you're sure she's happy.
After all, it's your life mission to make as many girls happy as you can!
Ending 57: Slime Girl<<set $species to "slime">><<if $ending57 is not "seen">><<set $endingsseen to $endingsseen +1>><<endif>>
<<set $recall to "clear">><<set $history to "You’re a slime! A creature of girly cum, and happy - if few - thoughts. You live your life showering women with affection and orgasms, and you can't think of a better way to live.">>Congratulations on reaching an "escape" ending! I hope you'll consider joining my patreon at https://www.patreon.com/PrincessKay to support the game, and get early access to the latest updates!
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending57 to "seen">>You did it! You're free! You escaped the tower, and... well, your family is probably going to still want you to settle down, huh? But you're not ready to be locked down to one form, yet, let alone put your talents toward permanently serving one master!
Maybe it's best to strike out on your own? Yeah. You're going to strike out on your own! Be your own clay girl. Live the life you want to live.
One day you'll return to the tower. You'll settle down, and become Fiona's golem. It's part of growing up to serve a master... and you can't chase girls forever!
You can for a while longer, though.
Ending 58: Claygirl
<<set $history to "Your name is $name. You're a claygirl - just out to have fun! Mostly with human girls... Some of whom maybe don't entirely appreciate your attentions? It's all just normal claygirl stuff, though! Every member of your species knows that she'll become a servant golem. One day. But your youthful days aren't finished yet!">>Congratulations on reaching an "escape" ending! I hope you'll consider joining my patreon at https://www.patreon.com/PrincessKay to support the game, and get early access to the latest updates!
[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending58 to "seen">>Ending 88: Landed Fish
Congratulations on reaching an "escape" ending! I hope you'll consider joining my patreon at https://www.patreon.com/PrincessKay to support the game, and get early access to the latest updates!Ending 89: Wild Naga
Congratulations on reaching an "escape" ending! I hope you'll consider joining my patreon at https://www.patreon.com/PrincessKay to support the game, and get early access to the latest updates!"Who are you?" you demand, clutching the bottle tighter. "Are you the wizard? Is that how you know my name?" You clutch the bottle tighter as you speak. The woman's eyes narrow, and she steps forward. You try and keep your eyes off those pert nipples as they jiggle. You swear there must be some sort of magic to make the outfit cling like that.
"You've been playing with my potions again, haven't you? Altering your memories. Really, Chastiti... I think you'd know better by now."
You step back, bumping into the potion shelf. Nowhere to hide. The wizard - witch? - coming closer to you. "Just give me the bottle, Chastiti."
[[Try and run|Changing Form: Chastiti]]
[[Knock all the bottles down|Chimera Mom]]
[[Make me, 'Mistress'|Ironic Name]]<<set $trans to "yes">><<set $recall to "clear">><<set $memory to "a transgirl">><<set $origin to "a transgirl">><<set $body to "a transgirl">><<set $job to "a transgirl">><<set $resistance to "high">>
You remember now: You're a transgirl! Born into the wrong body, forced to live as a man for the last eighteen years... The memories flood back to you.
Growing up with three sisters, the youngest child - your mother is a dress maker, and your father - your father is a wastrel, who came back into town every few years, got your mother pregnant again, and then took off. He hadn't been back since you were born, though.
When you were younger, you used to be your mother's little assistant, and she'd use you to test the dresses for children your age. After puberty hit, though, you got... big. Big shoulders, mostly. Big muscles, too, as your family expected to do all the heavy lifting of bolts and clothes. Your face changed, losing a lot of what you'd thought had been its androgynous appeal. Your voice cracked, and grew deep. People started referring to you as a "young man" - and it made you feel weird, and guilty, instead of proud. Like you were somehow fooling everyone into thinking you were a guy, when it was really them who couldn't see you as a woman.
Today is your eighteenth birthday. Your mother, worried about your future, has arranged for you to be apprenticed to a childless merchant as a "gift" - you'll be learning the tricks of the trade, and have a chance to take over for him when he retires, if he doesn't have kids between now and then.
Of course, what you really want to do is stay home, and take care of your mother's dress shop. Your older sisters have all gotten married, and left town, but you... you want to sew dresses. You want to //wear// dresses. You want to be yourself.
Your mother always said that was no place for a man, though. And... you didn't have the courage to tell her the truth. That you weren't one.
instead, you'd gathered up your meager savings from working in the shop, and gone to the tower that stood outside of town. You'd heard a wizard lived there, though you'd never dared to go close. It was dilapidated, dirty and leaning and //old// - you'd heard it had been there for a couple hundred years - and it looked like it would crumble at any moment: not exactly safe to play in, when you were a kid.
You weren't a kid now, though. You were a woman. A grown woman, who wanted her body to match her mind. So you'd left town, and made your way to the tower in the distance.
It was funny, though, because the closer you got to that dilapidated, old tower... the less dilapidated and old it looked. It stood up a little straighter, looked a little cleaner. Even shone in the sun. There was a house at the base, that you'd never noticed before, and it seemed to get larger, and larger as you got closer and closer, until you could see a sprawling mansion beneath the tower that no one had ever told you about before.
That was when you realized it. That there really was a wizard in the tower. A wizard who could help you. That was when you'd gotten excited, practically running up to the front door. You'd knocked, and...
[[That's the last thing you remember.|Look About]]<<set $history to "You're a transgirl. Born into the wrong body, forced to live as a man for the last eighteen years...<Br><br>You grew up with three sisters, the youngest child - your mother is a dress maker, and your father - your father is a wastrel, who came back into town every few years, got your mother pregnant again, and then took off. He hadn't been back since you were born, though.<Br><br>When you were younger, you used to be your mother's little assistant, and she'd use you to test the dresses for children your age. After puberty hit, though, you got... big. Big shoulders, mostly. Big muscles, too, as your family expected to do all the heavy lifting of bolts and clothes. Your face changed, losing a lot of what you'd thought had been its androgynous appeal. Your voice cracked, and grew deep. People started referring to you as a 'young man' - and it made you feel weird, and guilty, instead of proud. Like you were somehow fooling everyone into thinking you were a guy, when it was really them who couldn't see you as a woman.<Br><br>Today is your eighteenth birthday. Your mother, worried about your future, has arranged for you to be apprenticed to a childless merchant as a 'gift' - you'll be learning the tricks of the trade, and have a chance to take over for him when he retires, if he doesn't have kids between now and then.<Br><br>Of course, what you really want to do is stay home, and take care of your mother's dress shop. Your older sisters have all gotten married, and left town, but you... you want to sew dresses. You want to //wear// dresses. You want to be yourself.<Br><br>Your mother always said that was no place for a man, though. And... you didn't have the courage to tell her the truth. That you weren't one.<Br><br>instead, you'd gathered up your meager savings from working in the shop, and gone to the tower that stood outside of town. You'd heard a wizard lived there, though you'd never dared to go close. It was dilapidated, dirty and leaning and //old// - you'd heard it had been there for a couple hundred years - and it looked like it would crumble at any moment: not exactly safe to play in, when you were a kid.<Br><br>You weren't a kid now, though. You were a woman. A grown woman, who wanted her body to match her mind. So you'd left town, and made your way to the tower in the distance.<Br><br>It was funny, though, because the closer you got to that dilapidated, old tower... the less dilapidated and old it looked. It stood up a little straighter, looked a little cleaner. Even shone in the sun. There was a house at the base, that you'd never noticed before, and it seemed to get larger, and larger as you got closer and closer, until you could see a sprawling mansion beneath the tower that no one had ever told you about before.<Br><br>That was when you realized it. That there really was a wizard in the tower. A wizard who could help you. That was when you'd gotten excited, practically running up to the front door. You'd knocked, and... That was the last thing you remembered, before waking up in the tower.">>
A brief look of surprise crosses the woman's face, but she quickly smiles. "I know a lot of things. Molly. Though even I never expected to meet a man, named Molly... You are a man, aren't you?"
<<if $trans is "yes">>[[Actually...]]<<else>>[[I... I think so?]]
[[Of course I'm a man!]]<<endif>>
"Actually... I'm not..." you admit, face a little red with embarrassment. "That's why I'm here... if here is the tower... I was hoping the wizard could give me a new body."
"A new... body..." her eyes look distant for a moment, and then she smiles.
"Very well, then. It's nothing I wasn't planning to do, in any case. Though it'll be interesting, working with a willing partner.
"[[I... I'd like that...]]"The woman raises an eyebrow. "Perhaps you'd like to think about that? I could fix you, you know. If you're not one. Put you in a female body... well. I was going to do that, anyway, but. It wouldn't be the worst thing... to do it to a willing partner..."
"Put me in a female body?" Your heart skips a beat.
"N-no way! [[I'm a man!|Of course I'm a man!]]"
[[I... I'd like that...]]“Very well. Molly. The man. My name is Fiona - the wizard Fiona, if you feel like being formal; or just Fiona, if you absolutely insist. You might as well use your last few minutes as a man to resist me, in whatever ways you can." She reaches out to grasp your hair, sliding her fingers through the brown locks.
You glare up at her,wishing you could actually move. You let out a high pitched yelp as she tugs your hair. “What are you doing?” Other than holding your hair in her hand. For a moment, you think she must have tugged the strands off. Then your eyes follow the long strands, where they dip below the table and then move back toward your head. You’re sure your hair wasn’t that long, before.
“Making you better. For me, that is. I never could stand the male form....” She reaches out to your head again, tugging at your hair a little more. It doesn’t hurt this time, when the remaining strands stretch out in her hands. She starts to comb them. “I was actually hoping you’d resist a little. The experiment would be awfully short if you didn’t.”
“Experiment?” You try and tug at the binds, but she casually places a hand upon your arm. You feel the flesh crawl, your arms tightening as some of your muscle and fat fades away. Your arms look slender, and smooth, the skin sensitive to her warm fingers. You let out an involuntary shudder when she squeezes your new arm - but try and pass it off as revulsion. “I don’t want any part in your magics.”
She only smiles, slipping her hand up to your cheek. Her fingers squeeze lightly on your bones, and you feel your face begin to heat as your cheeks conform to her grip. Your smooth flesh fills her hands as she rubs up to your temples. More hair falls in front of your eyes, and you blow. Your lips feel almost swollen when you purse them.
“The magic has already been cast, Molly.” She leans down to place a kiss on your lips. Her tongue lightly pushes against yours and flicks against your tongue. You try and bite down, but she’s already pulled away.
“I cast it on you before you even woke up; but I thought it would be nice to let you experience the results yourself…” She pinches your cheek, and you feel the redness grow. You see her reaching for your nipple, and you brace yourself for whatever she’s going to do. She only pinches it, though. A simple action that still sends a lance of pain through you, but mixed with a shock of pleasure. You realize, now, that your nipples and flesh have swollen ever so softly. You have just the barest hint of breasts.
“Why…” you’re again cut off, this time when she cups her hand around your incipient teats. She lowers her head to kiss them, and you tremble as pleasure arcs through your stomach and into your groin. You can’t help but notice that your masculine sex isn’t stiffening. Instead, you feel only a curious warmth and wetness between your unmovable thighs.
“It’s an experiment, Molly. I’m a wizard. It’s what we do.” She pulls her hands away from your breasts, after kissing both on their tips. You watch fleshy mounds spring up from beneath her hands, their nipples aching at the ready. Although they’re small -small enough for Fiona to cover with her fingers - there’s certainly no denying that you have them. It’s also hard to see past them, to where the redhead is kissing your flat belly. She nips your belly button with her teeth, [[before turning her green eyes back toward your face.]]<<set $trans to "yes">>"...Well then..." She walks toward you, a small smile on her face. Her finger reaches out to ever so lightly trail across your stomach, and where her fingers touch there's a sudden //warmth// in the core of your being. "I suppose I should start by introducing myself. My name is Fiona. The wizard, Fiona. Though you're free to call me //just// Fiona, from now on. Considering what I'm about to do..."
She runs her fingers up your body, between your breasts, and the warmth inside you begins to spread out, slowly, sending tendrils of heat through your being. It's uncomfortable, but not painful. It's also maybe worth it, if it's going to lead to you being in the body of your dreams.
"We'll start with the breasts," Fiona murmurs, leaning down to gently kiss you on one nipple. The peak is already stiff, mostly from the cold, but it hardens to an uncomfortable degree in the warmth of her mouth. She bites lightly on the peak, and you moan as pleasure ripples through your being, eyes momentarily closing.
When you open them, she's already parted from your nipple. Your nipple, is now twice its former size, the pink areola around it having shifted from a tiny cirlce no wider than your thumb, to a blatant disk about the size of a gold coin. She moves over to the other breast, kissing it in turn, and this time you watch. Her tongue darts out against the peak as you go, and you shiver, but manage to keep your eyes open.
Your breasts are swelling, your chest transforming before your eyes from a flat expanse into twin mountain of malleable flesh. You wish you could touch them, hold them, squeeze them, but of course you're still strapped to the table.
"You'll have to forgive me for taking my time with those..." Fiona whispers. "They're one of my favorite parts. Though the next part's certainly more fun" She smiles at you, placing her hand on your thigh. Her finger slowly strokes up your leg. It feels strange, and it takes you a moment to notice why. //No body hair.//
There's something else, too. Between your legs - you were so busy focusing on your breasts, on her kisses and the swelling of your chest, that you didn't notice it right away, but. Your cock. It isn't gone, not yet, but it isn't getting hard, either. Despite everything that's happened, despite the warmth and the kisses and the pleasure, it's still as soft as when you found yourself woken in the table. Soft, and. Warm. You can feel it, suddenly. Feel it more clearly than ever before. Feel it pulling into your body, squirming like it has a mind of its own as it slowly pulls back into you, turning from an annoying piece of ever present meat to a simple little nub. Your balls pull back, as well, sliding into your abdomen, and you feel a sudden warm wetness between your legs.
Your eyes widen, and you wish very much that you were free, because even straining your neck to try and look past your breasts you still can't catch sight of what's going on between your legs. You can feel it, though, when Fiona's hand slides between your thighs and ever so barely tickles the flesh of your new pussy.
She doesn't enter you. Doesn't push inside, but simply teases the edges, as if trying to let you know that she could do anything she wanted to you. Except she's already doing what she wants to you. It just happens that you want this, too...
There's a warmth in your face, and while some of it's embarrassment over what's happening, you know there's another part too. Your face is feminizing, the lips thickening a little, the cheekbones shifting higher, your face fattening to a more round shape. Your nose is getting smaller, too, and - your hair. It's growing longer. Long enough to block your vision, even.
Fiona laughs, a clear sound, like a bell. She reaches out a hand to brush the hair from your eyes, with a smile, and then shifts her attention to the restraints on your arms. She undoes them, one after the other. You can move your hands, but you aren't sure what to do with them.
You hear a slight crack, and a pop, as your hips push outward. You feel yourself pushed lightly off the table as your bottom gets fatter, bigger. "Let me help you up..." Fiona whispers, pressing her hand beneath your back, between flesh and table. She helps you sit up, then starts undoing the restraints around your ankles.
"Can you stand?"
You nod. You're a little weak, and you almost fall when you stand, but. You do stand. You stand naked, before a wizard, who's smiling at you faintly.
"You remind me of someone... someone who was important to me. A long time ago... tell me - would you care to stay with me?"
[[Yes]]
[[No]]<<if $job is "a hero">><<set $butt to "firmly toned ass.">><<elseif $job is "a blacksmith">><<set $butt to "firmly toned ass.">><<else>><<set $butt to "heartshaped rear.">><<endif>><<set $sex to "female">><<set $hairtype to "silken">><<set $haircolor to "brown">><<set $hairlength to "brushes against your bottom">><<set $body to "a simple brunette">><<set $eyes to "dark brown">><<set $faceshape to "a soft round">><<set $breasts to "large, large enough to spill through the fingers of your shrunken hands. They're wonderfully sensitive">><<set $hips to "wide">><<set $bottomsize to "They still seem to highlight your newly feminized $butt">><<set $legs to "smooth legs">><<set $pubichair to "cleanshaven">><<set $moisture to "upsettingly wet. You can thank Fiona for both">>You nod your head, hardly trusting yourself to speak. She's given you the body of your dreams. Touched you in ways you never imagined possible. Now she wants to know if you'll stay with her? Like this? Forever?
Of course you will.
She only stares at you, though. Her eyes are hard. "...I don't believe you," she announces.
"B-But-"
"At least. Not yet. If you want to join me, then you'll have to do something for me, first."
[[What??]]Her eyes harden. "Very well. I'm not sure what I'd have done if you'd said yes, in any place... it's not like anyone could replace her." She laughs, harsh and bitter.
"Very well. You may leave. Or try. You'll have to escape my dungeon, before you can - there's keys, hidden around...
"Though I should warn you... I altered reality, to turn you into a girl. Specifically, I //removed// you from reality. Erased who you used to be... and now? Now the universe is trying to decide who you //are//.
You want the answer to be 'a human girl.' Apparently. I want... well. Nevermind what I want. The point is you'll have to be careful, if you want to escape it from the dungeon.
I'm rooting for you, believe it or not... which is why I'll tell you, now, you might have an easier time making it back to something like your old life if you keep your old name. But. Just in case. What shall [[call you?]]<<set $secondarygoal to "yes">><<set $sacrificedkeys to 0>>She smiles. It doesn't look real to you. It's like the glimmer has gone out of her eyes.
"You'll have to find what I lost." The smile widens. It still doesn't look real, though. "It's somewhere in the dungeon... You'll have to go looking for it." She gestures to the door. "...Or you could just escape. I won't care either way. So long as you leave my sight
Though I should warn you... I altered reality, to turn you into a girl. Specifically, I //removed// you from reality. Erased who you used to be... and now? Now the universe is trying to decide who you //are//.
You want the answer to be 'Fiona's partner.' Apparently. I want... well. Nevermind what I want. The point is you'll have to be careful, if you want to make it back to me as you are. Or even just out of the dungeon...
It might be easier to you if you keep your name. But. Just in case. What shall [[call you?]]
<<set $name2 = prompt("Please enter your name","Molly")>><<if $name2 is $name>>"Well. If you're happy with it, so am I."<<elseif $name2 is "Candi">><<set $name to "Candi">>"A sweet name. I approve."<<elseif $name2 is "Fiona">>"...Confusing... But flattering. Very well. Fiona."<<set $name to "Fiona">><<elseif $name2 is "Molly">><<set $name to "Molly">>"I'm glad to see you're getting into the spirit of things. Molly."<<elseif $name2 is "">><<set $name to "Candi">>Fiona sighs at your silence, shaking her head in disappointment. "Churlish silence won't get you anywhere. If you won't pick a name, I'll pick one for you... Candi, I think. I do deserve a treat. And I'll be having one soon, if you refuse to even try."<<elseif $name2 is "Chastiti">><<set $name to "Chastiti">>"...An interesting choice. I look forward to seeing how poorly you live up to it."<<elseif $name2 is "Cindi">><<set $name to "Cindi">>"...An interesting choice. I look forward to seeing how well you live up to it."<<else>><<set $name to $name2>>"Very well. I did say you could pick, after all.... $name."<<endif>>
She smiles, and she getsures for you to go. As you walk through door, though, you can feel eyes on your back. On you.
[[Glance backwards?]]
[[Keep walking|Down the Hall]]
She //is// staring at you. At your ass, in particular. You're not sure you entirely mind. Should you?
[[Try and Run|Bad Trip]]
[[Walk Away. Calmly.|Down the Hall]]
<<if $weapon is "none">>You have no weapon<<else>>[[Your weapon?]]<<endif>>
<<if $dress is "clothed">>[[Your clothes?]]<<else>>You have no clothes<<endif>>
<<if $key > 1>>You could sacrifice [[a key?]]<<elseif $key is 1>>You can sacrifice [[your key?]]<<else>><<endif>>
[[Sacrifice nothing?]]
<<set $weapon to "none">>Your weapon glows, for a moment, and then disappears. Nothing else happens.
Will you sacrifice [[something else?|sacrifice something to it]]
<<set $dress to "bare">>You take off your clothes, and place them on the alter. They glow for a moment, and then disappear. Nothing else happens.
Will you sacrifice [[something else?|sacrifice something to it]]<<set $key to 0>>The key glows, for a moment, and then disappears. Nothing else happens.<<set $sacrificedkeys to $sacrificedkeys + 1>><<set $key to $key - 1>>
Will you sacrifice [[something else?|sacrifice something to it]]<<set $sacrificedkeys to $sacrificedkeys + 1>><<set $key to $key - 1>>The key glows, for a moment, and then disappears. <<if $scarificedkeys is 8>>[[Your body begins to glow]]<<else>>Nothing else happens.<<endif>>
Will you sacrifice [[something else?|sacrifice something to it]]What will you do, then?
[[Check the drawers]]
[[Leave the room|House]]This route will eventually lead to the monument"This is why I came here!" you explain. "I'm not a man. I'm a woman. I was just... born this way..."
"I... I see..." the wizard murmurs. "So that's how it was, then... Very well." She smiles. "I'll transform you. Though you might not thank me, afterward."
She runs her fingers up your body, between your breasts, and the warmth inside you begins to spread out, slowly, sending tendrils of heat through your being. It's uncomfortable, but not painful. It's also maybe worth it, if it's going to lead to you being in the body of your dreams.
"We'll start with the breasts," Fiona murmurs, leaning down to gently kiss you on one nipple. The peak is already stiff, mostly from the cold, but it hardens to an uncomfortable degree in the warmth of her mouth. She bites lightly on the peak, and you moan as pleasure ripples through your being, eyes momentarily closing.
When you open them, she's already parted from your nipple. Your nipple, is now twice its former size, the pink areola around it having shifted from a tiny circle no wider than your thumb, to a blatant disk about the size of a gold coin. She moves over to the other breast, kissing it in turn, and this time you watch. Her tongue darts out against the peak as you go, and you shiver, but manage to keep your eyes open.
Your breasts are swelling, your chest transforming before your eyes from a flat expanse into twin mountain of malleable flesh. You wish you could touch them, hold them, squeeze them, but of course you're still strapped to the table.
"You'll have to forgive me for taking my time with those..." Fiona whispers. "They're one of my favorite parts. Though the next part's certainly more fun" She smiles at you, placing her hand on your thigh. Her finger slowly strokes up your leg. It feels strange, and it takes you a moment to notice why. //No body hair.//
There's something else, too. Between your legs - you were so busy focusing on your breasts, on her kisses and the swelling of your chest, that you didn't notice it right away, but. Your cock. It isn't gone, not yet, but it isn't getting hard, either. Despite everything that's happened, despite the warmth and the kisses and the pleasure, it's still as soft as when you found yourself woken in the table. Soft, and. Warm. You can feel it, suddenly. Feel it more clearly than ever before. Feel it pulling into your body, squirming like it has a mind of its own as it slowly pulls back into you, turning from an annoying piece of ever present meat to a simple little nub. Your balls pull back, as well, sliding into your abdomen, and you feel a sudden warm wetness between your legs.
Your eyes widen, and you wish very much that you were free, because even straining your neck to try and look past your breasts you still can't catch sight of what's going on between your legs. You can feel it, though, when Fiona's hand slides between your thighs and ever so barely tickles the flesh of your new pussy.
She doesn't enter you. Doesn't push inside, but simply teases the edges, as if trying to let you know that she could do anything she wanted to you. Except she's already doing what she wants to you. It just happens that you want this, too...
There's a warmth in your face, and while some of it's embarrassment over what's happening, you know there's another part too. Your face is feminizing, the lips thickening a little, the cheekbones shifting higher, your face fattening to a more round shape. Your nose is getting smaller, too, and - your hair. It's growing longer. Long enough to block your vision, even.
Fiona laughs, a clear sound, like a bell. She reaches out a hand to brush the hair from your eyes, with a smile, and then shifts her attention to the restraints on your arms. She undoes them, one after the other. You can move your hands, but you aren't sure what to do with them.
You hear a slight crack, and a pop, as your hips push outward. You feel yourself pushed lightly off the table as your bottom gets fatter, bigger. "Let me help you up..." Fiona whispers, pressing her hand beneath your back, between flesh and table. She helps you sit up, then starts undoing the restraints around your ankles.
"Can you stand?"
You nod. You're a little weak, and you almost fall when you stand, but. You do stand. You stand naked, before a wizard, who's smiling at you faintly.
"You remind me of someone... someone who was important to me. A long time ago... tell me - would you care to stay with me?"
[[Yes]]
[[No]]<<if $job is "a hero">><<set $butt to "firmly toned ass.">><<elseif $job is "a blacksmith">><<set $butt to "firmly toned ass.">><<else>><<set $butt to "heartshaped rear.">><<endif>><<set $sex to "female">><<set $hairtype to "silken">><<set $haircolor to "brown">><<set $hairlength to "brushes against your bottom">><<set $body to "a simple brunette">><<set $eyes to "dark brown">><<set $faceshape to "a soft round">><<set $breasts to "large, large enough to spill through the fingers of your shrunken hands. They're wonderfully sensitive">><<set $hips to "wide">><<set $bottomsize to "They still seem to highlight your newly feminized $butt">><<set $trans to "yes">><<set $legs to "smooth legs">><<set $pubichair to "cleanshaven">><<set $moisture to "upsettingly wet. You can thank Fiona for both">>You walk into the sunlight. It's as if no time has passed since coming in - it's just as bright as when you first came to the tower.
You step outside - and here a faint noise, from behind you.
It's Fiona. Standing in the doorway to her tower, her hands on her hips and a slight frown on her face. "I figured you would choose to escape. Without me. Well... No matter. I never really expected you to replace her, anyway...." She sighs.
"I've set up a whole new life for you, by the way. You'll have your own house, in the village. Money. You can do whatever you want with your life. I hope you enjoy it."
Before you can respond - whether to call out to her, or thank her, or simply call her out for everything she's put you through - the door closes, and locks with a faint "click."
You know in your heart that you'll never see her again. Though someone else will surely take your place in the tower, one of these days.
Ending 59: What Could Have Been.
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[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending59 to "seen">>You exit the tower. You've succeeded. You got what you came for. True, it took a few detours and turns, and you might have left a pissed wizard in your wake - and you didn't really get to pick out your new form, but... you can't deny that it's better than the old one.
You walk home, <<if $dress is "clothed">>glad that you're wearing something, even if it might get a few stares<<else>>wishing that you had something to wear, but grateful for your new body. Which everyone is staring at. You're never going to live this down, are you?<<endif>>
The first thing you do is make your way to your room, and put on clothes. <<if $dress is "clothed">>clothes you actually want to wear.<<endif>> The second thing you do is go find your mother. You need to talk to her - tell her that you're going to take over the shop. A conversation you never had courage for, when you were... well. Before.
When you find her, though, the first thing she does is shove a bundle of dresses into your hands. "I need you to do some mending for our customer. It's a rush order, so take all night if you need to. I'm glad at least one of you girls agreed to be my apprentice, honestly, or I don't know what I'd do..."
You blink, a few times, awkawrdly stammer out "Y-Yeah mom!" and get to work. It doesn't take you too long - you've been practicing with a thread and needle all your life, after all. Practicing for this.
You really are going to take over the family dress shop!
Ending 60: Dressed For Success
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[[Try Again?|Waking Up]] <<set $ending60 to "seen">>You leave, moving down to the branching hallway, and this time [[take a right|Take a Right]]The only thing you can find is that dildo.
[[Use it]]
[[Check the closet]]
[[Leave|House]]It's nothing; not a memory, just a hazy dream you once had. Though you can't quite remember waking up from it.
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<<if $endingnegative1 is "seen">>Ending -1: Can't Recall What You're Doing Here
<<endif>><<if $ending1 is "seen">>[[Ending 1: Pet Slime|Pet Slime]]
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<<endif>><<if $ending3 is "seen">>[[Ending 3: Ironic Name|Ironic Name]]
<<endif>><<if $ending4 is "seen">>[[Ending 4: Chimera Mom|Chimera Mom]]
<<endif>><<if $ending5 is "seen">>[[Ending 5: Tried So Hard|Tried So Hard]]
<<endif>><<if $ending6 is "seen">>[[Ending 6: Apprentice|Apprentice]]
<<endif>><<if $ending7 is "seen">>[[Ending 7: A Mind is a Wonderful Thing to Waste|A Mind is a Wonderful Thing to Waste]]
<<endif>><<if $ending8 is "seen">>[[Ending 8: Watchdog|Watchdog]]
<<endif>><<if $ending9 is "seen">>[[Ending 9: Lapdog|Lapdog]]
<<endif>><<if $ending10 is "seen">>[[Ending 10: Lesbian Love|Lesbian Love]]
<<endif>><<if $ending11 is "seen">>[[Ending 11: Sex Golem|Sex Golem]]
<<endif>><<if $ending12 is "seen">>[[Ending 12: Fountain|turn into a fountain]]
<<endif>><<if $ending13 is "seen">>[[Ending 13: Simple Snake|Snake ending]]
<<endif>><<if $ending14 is "seen">>[[Ending 14: Mermaid|mermaid ending]]
<<endif>><<if $ending15 is "seen">>[[Ending 15: Scorpion|Keep Going]]
<<endif>><<if $ending16 is "seen">>[[Ending 16: Bath Slave|pay the girl back]]
<<endif>><<if $ending17 is "seen">>[[Ending 17: Getting Clean|Getting Clean]]
<<endif>><<if $ending18 is "seen">>[[Ending 18: Pretty Object|Pretty Object]]
<<endif>><<if $ending19 is "seen">>[[Ending 19: Yuki-Onna|Yuki-Onna]]
<<endif>><<if $ending20 is "seen">>[[Ending 20: Warm Lover|Warm Lover.]]
<<endif>><<if $ending21 is "seen">>[[Ending 21: Ice Sculpture|become an ice sculpture]]
<<endif>><<if $ending22 is "seen">>[[Ending 22: Maid in Heaven|Maid in Heaven]]
<<endif>><<if $ending23 is "seen">>[[Ending 23: Slime Maid|Slime Maid]]
<<endif>><<if $ending24 is "seen">>[[Ending 24: Plant Food|Plant Food]]
<<endif>><<if $ending25 is "seen">>[[Ending 25: Plant Lover|plant lover]]
<<endif>><<if $ending26 is "seen">>[[Ending 26: Dryad Lover|Dryad Lover]]
<<endif>><<if $ending27 is "seen">>[[Ending 27: Treed|Become a Tree]]
<<endif>><<if $ending28 is "seen">>[[Ending 28: Nymphomaniac|Become a Wood Nymph]]
<<endif>><<if $ending29 is "seen">>[[Ending 29: New Life|New life]]
<<endif>><<if $ending30 is "seen">>[[Ending 30: Unhappy Meal|Unhappy Meal]]
<<endif>><<if $ending31 is "seen">>[[Ending 31: Veggies for Life|Ending 31: Veggies for Life]]
<<endif>><<if $ending32 is "seen">>[[Ending 32: Carnivorous Clay|Carnivorous Clay2]]
<<endif>><<if $ending33 is "seen">>[[Ending 33: Out of Shape|Get your proportions drastically changed]]
<<endif>><<if $ending34 is "seen">>[[Ending 34: Mirrored|Get swallowed up by your own reflection]]
<<endif>><<if $ending35 is "seen">>[[Ending 35: Treacherous Slime|treacherous slime]]
<<endif>><<if $ending36 is "seen">>[[Ending 36: New Home|New Home]]
<<endif>><<if $ending37 is "seen">>[[Ending 37: Housewife|clean the dishes?]]
<<endif>><<if $ending38 is "seen">>[[Ending 38: New Wife|Offer to stay with her]]
<<endif>><<if $ending39 is "seen">>[[Ending 39: House Maid|start to clean]]
<<endif>><<if $ending40 is "seen">>[[Ending 40: Can't Leave, MusT Leaf|Get forced to join]]
<<endif>><<if $ending41 is "seen">>[[Ending 41: The Big O|Use it]]
<<endif>><<if $ending42 is "seen">>[[Ending 42: House Pet|stay here as pet.]]
<<endif>><<if $ending43 is "seen">>[[Ending 43: Taken Care Of|Taken care of]]
<<endif>><<if $ending44 is "seen">>[[Ending 44: Someone Else's Reward|Get a kiss goodbye]]
<<endif>><<if $ending45 is "seen">>[[Ending 45: Should Have Been Nicer|she sacrifices you]]
<<endif>><<if $ending46 is "seen">>[[Ending 46: Living Well|rescue you]]
<<endif>><<if $ending47 is "seen">>[[Ending 47: Dryad Love|Say yes]]
<<endif>><<if $ending48 is "seen">>[[Ending 48: A Bad Wife|Confront her]]
<<endif>><<if $ending49 is "seen">>[[Ending 49: The Good Wife|Eat her out]]
<<endif>><<if $ending50 is "seen">>[[Ending 50: Meet the Family|Meet your wife]]
<<endif>><<if $ending51 is "seen">>[[Ending 51: Jeweler|Blacksmith Ending - Female]]
<<endif>><<if $ending52 is "seen">>[[Ending 52: Lovely Thief|Thief Ending - Female]]
<<endif>><<if $ending53 is "seen">>[[Ending 53: Pleasure Slave|Unemployed Ending - Female]]
<<endif>><<if $ending54 is "seen">>[[Ending 54: Unexpected Family|Hero Ending - Female]]
<<endif>><<if $ending55 is "seen">>[[Ending 55: Still a Merchant|Merchant Ending - Female]]
<<endif>><<if $ending56 is "seen">>[[Ending 56: Here We Go Again|Bimbo Ending]]
<<endif>><<if $ending57 is "seen">>[[Ending 57: Slime Girl|Slime Ending]]
<<endif>><<if $ending58 is "seen">>[[Ending 58: Claygirl|Claygirl_Unrestricted Ending]]
<<endif>><<if $ending59 is "seen">>[[Ending 59: What Could Have Been|Fiona Betrayed Ending]]
<<endif>><<if $ending60 is "seen">>[[Ending 60: Dressed for Success|Transgirl ending]]
<<endif>>
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