FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"There! Up ahead! The ruins should be there!" A voice from the back of the exploration called out, someone waving around a map before Argol stepped in front of everyone. The soft gush of wind that washed through the air hit his face, sending a refreshing chill down his tired body and wisping some of his black locks of hair out from his vision while he gripped his hand onto his sword's hilt, in preparation of whatever lay around the ruins.

The group was an expedition out to a newly discovered set of ruins. The building had been spotted, but not yet explored days before and they'd set out to search for anything that may be useful or dangerous inside and to declare the danger status of the location. Argol led the explorers, heading far in front of the remaining crew members who trailed behind.

They'd been on the road all morning, marching out to the ruins and exploring the area fully before heading to the ruins themselves. Argol's brown slacks were covered in dust, fading the deep brunette shade. Cinched at his waist over top of the red vest-like top he wore was the belt that held his swords sheath, hanging beside his leg as they walked. Then, on each wrist, he wore lengthened arm bands that protected his wrists if he picked up a bow and arrow or was in close-hand combat. Last, he wore tall boots in a brown, natural hue of leather that rose up to his knees in a tall, slouchy shape.

"Has the area been secured?" He shouted suddenly, turning to look back at his group. Someone shouted out a "No, sir!"

"Secure the area, I'm headed in!" He jumped up, heading directly towards the ruins and drinking in the landscape of them as they went out. Grass led up to the building itself. There had been walls and preliminary structures before the main castle-like structure, but they'd long ago begun to fade out and now were just crumbling stacks of stone and brick. Argol weaved his way through half crumbled arches, checking for any threats or any enemies as he raced through; but the space was eerily quiet.

"Hmm... I expected something would find it's way and squat here-" He thought to himself, murmuring as he passed through a broken open wall of the main building and began through the halls of the space, searching through half-smashed trunks and digging beneath piles of forgotten memorabilia for anything worthwhile to take. He rounded into one of the most intact rooms, the only one he'd seen here that still had window structures unbroken lining down the walls, streaming in sunlight through them to illuminate the crumbling interior. Tall, slender columns ran through the room, supporting the ceiling. "Hmm.... a dining chamber?" Argol mused, unsure what this massive space, broken up by beams, would have been used for; but something caught his eyes at the far end. There was a fireplace, but above it was a sword holder with a glinting blade resting in its cradling hold.

"Ah, did we find something worth my time?" Argol mused, heading right to the sword. He reached up, eyes perking up as he grabbed for the hilt of the blade. As soon as his hand wrapped around the hilt, a sudden extra sheen raced down the length of the blade and the dust fluttered off of it. He jolted slightly, glancing over his shoulder thinking that perhaps a ray of light had simply caught it when he began to move the angle of the sitting blade, but it struck oddly that it was suddenly so intense. He drew the blade down, shifting it in his hand and inspecting it. He shifted, drawing his protected wrist down the entirety of the sword to clean away the dust entirely.

As all the crumbling, powdering dust fell away, the true beauty of the blade shown through. The metal was unmarred, shining brightly with the streams of sunlight coming in through the windows. He drew his eyes down the blade, noticing small engravings running down the blade in strange characters. "Perhaps a language..." He mused, but shrugged. "But not one that I understand."

He continued to inspect the blade, running his fingers down it's edge with an awed sigh. It was perfectly sharpened, well tended. "Miraculous that such a nice blade is surviving in such a grimy place-" He mumbled to himself, musing idly.

What he didn't notice or didn't feel was the magic that coursed through the blade. A powerful magic had been embedded inside the blade, captured with those inscriptions he couldn't read and planted here, left for who they knew would lead the exploration. The entire building remained empty, without enemies or squatters, because the magic ebbed out through the environment, sending away everyone except this intended target, the oblivious Argol who had wandered right into this trap. He didn't feel the magic start to soak from the hilt into his skin, entering his bloodstream and beginning to spread through his entire body.

Argol continued to walk forward, exploring through the rest of the mansion slowly with his eyes outward, inspecting the environment and not noticing as he slowly began to change. His boots began to tighten, their slouchy appearance slimmed until it went tight to his calf, showing off the faint, toned shape of his leg while the smallest heel began to stretch upwards. It rose up slowly, bare a half centimeter with each one of his steps, but every so slowly that began to raise him up into the air on a tall pair of pumped boots.

His pants began to tighten to his legs as well, losing the loose fitting of most male trousers and instead becoming entirely skin tight before the color began to bleed out from them. Slowly, they were changing from pants into tights and from a deep, dusty shade of brown to trim, feminine white. The top he wore, as he worked his way back to the main floor of the house, closer and closer to declaring the entire thing cleared, had begun to stretch out into a tunic. The loose cape he wore before thrown back over his shoulders, ready to be pulled tight around him in the case of a horse ride or a chill as they walked. The edge of it had been a straight cut before, but as the magic began to course through him it began to curl up into an actua scalloped, frilled edge.

The shoulders of his top had begun to extend, becoming flared puffs rather than a straight seam. Everything was extending, becoming frilled or fluffed or elaborated someway. His cape pleated down the back lines, adding even more body as it whisked out behind him while his white undershirt extended into a full, sleeved layer with dramatic sleeves and a high collar of tufted and pleated lines leading down into the a-line tunic.

His ankle bands extended fully into crisp white gloves and the edges flared out with a full, dramatic rim of frills and ruffling, each one rimmed with a dainty accent of lace. Weaving into his hair, slowly, subtly so it wouldn't disrupt him a headband filled in within his extending, growing hair. Then, on each side of his head situated above each of his ears, came two big, floppy bows of white fabric, rimmed with an accenting pink stripe.

Argol, finished checking the ruins, rounded back towards the entrance and heading back to rejoin with his men was totally blind to the changes happening all around his body, slowly making his entire outfit more feminine, cleaner, more frilled and floaty around his moving frame. Once his outfit had begun to finish this first wave of magical changes, his skin began to happen next.

A slightly, plastic-y, shiny gleam puckered out on his cheeks making them a bit perkier and plumper before a pinky blush filled in on the apple of each cheek. The natural pink of his lips began to deepen, becoming a more filled in shade of rose before his lashes thickened. He started to blink more, feeling the whisk of them fluttering on his lids. Atop those, a pinky shade of eyeshadow began to sweep over top of the lid, giving him a dolly, cutsy appearance.

"Building clear!" Argol barked, suddenly hearing his own voice jump up an octave. His usually echo-y, deep voice was suddenly much higher, reaching a more middle tone and jumping up to an almost singsong quality as he called out for the men.

The rest of the group circled in, all turning to see as Argol rounded out from around a falling pillar with their eyes all going wide in unison.

"W-woah!" One of the burliest fighters suddenly gasped at the sight of their commander suddenly so changed. His trousers and leather vest were utterly transformed with merely a hint of their former appearance lingering in the new.

Argol's tight, muscular legs were covered in a form-fitting pair of tights now, showing off all the contours in his legs right up to his mid-thigh where the short dress that had once been his leather shirt hung down to. The skirt of the dress flared out slightly, creating a small tulip shape at his waist and cinching tighter at his natural waistline, creating a small hourglass form on his otherwise, slim lanky frame.

Frills jutted out from his wrists while his fingers, previously scuffed with dirt and grime from working, were now in a pair of white gloves that were utterly cleaned and crisped, dainty in appearance with how they fit so tightly to his fingers and tightened through the entire wrist leading up to the final frilled, lace trim. The cape that swung behind him was particularly shocking, with the entire trim covered in lace and folds of pinkening fabric. The cape and dress had shifted from a red tone to one more magenta, pinkening into a bright, rose and hot pink blend that popped against the landscape of green and brown.

"What are you wearing?" The men blurted, waving their hands down at Argol's tights, but he looked down with a shrug as thought nothing had changed at all.

"Hmm?" He gave a small dip of his legs, miming a pirouette motion as he bent them out. "My tights? They are lovely aren't they? Give you a wide range of motion, gives you space to dance!" He leapt up, holding one hand above his head before spinning around.

"Dance?" The men wrinkled their eyes together confused, but unwilling to challenge their leader any further when he acted as thought nothing was wrong. All the while, the sword was rushing more magic into him, preparing to continue Argol's slow transformation into a girly boi doll.

On the journey the rest of the way home, Argol's clothing continued to evolve. With each landmark they passed, another piece of him had changed dramatically. His boots began to fade first. The leather melted down into an entirely different material, becoming not a sturdy leather leg portion, but just satin ties that circled up the length of his legs to his knees, covering over top of the white of the crisp tights. As they walked behind, dutiful men to their leader, the other adventurers whispered amongst themselves in muffled tones.

"What happened in there?"

"Has he lost his mind?"

"Are those heels?" The man pointed, waving his hand at the pumps that now covered Argol's feel, a platform of a pinky hue lifting him up taller before dainty, satin straps wove up the length of his legs, mimicking the laced style of ballerina shoes. The heels had grown, lifting Argol up off the ground at least six inches. Yet, he didn't wobble or waver as they walked down rock and loose sand and cobblestone. His balance actually became better, little bounces exploding in his steps as though he jumped from foot to foot as they moved forward. Slowly, the tights began to fade down, becoming instead just stockings while a small strip of a garter belt set held them high up on his legs.

"Do you think Argol planned this?" One of them whispered, the first to suggest that perhaps Argol simply wanted to embrace this gothic, lolita style. A collective gasp rushed through them, yet they started to question it. After all, he acted as though nothing had changed and had no problem with this developing, feminine style.

The stockings led up to even more changes. The bodice of his dress tightened, becoming a true, boned bodice piece. The sleeves shortened, but all the extra fabric went right into a puffed shoulder sleeve. The skirt began to rise up too, all the extra fabric shifting into a filler of tufts and layers as the skirt became a wide, flaring tutu skirt that rose up high enough on his thighs to show the glimpse of cotton panties beneath. The bows on his head developed more too, frills and lace growing onto the trim while roses began to appear throughout the outfit: woven into the ties of the heels lacing, filling in the waistline of the skirt, accenting the bow on the center of his chest.

When they crossed into the threshold of town, Argol had started to skip instead of march, actually singing softly to himself. Argol couldn't help but just feel a gush of happiness rushing through him, so he hummed! "The mission was a success! The mission was a success! And I have the cutest dress. Ladidadada~" His cheeks grew rosier, filling in with a truly rosy, gleaming look while his lips plumped further.

Argol felt a flush with food luck and fortune all a sudden, as though his life was finally reaching its height. "I've never felt such balance! Such lightness on my feet!" He glanced down, giving a soft, unsurprised coo at the sight of the tall heels beneath the soles of his feet. "Must be the new heels! I can't imagine walking without these!"

Behind him, his men were baffled; but Argol was loss to the developing spell. The magic in the sword was sending waves of reprogramming into his mind, developing him into a sissy as he held the sword for longer and longer. Of course, the first step to learning was deciding you want to, so the sword wiped out any memory of when Argol hadn't been his pure, sissy self so that his development could occur unthreatened.

But, as they reached the edge of town, a guard approached. "Halt, miss! We have to check your identification!"

Argol's brows knit together. "Guard, it's me!"

The man squinted, looking closer at what appeared to be a short-haired girl with a sudden jolt. "Oh! Excuse me, prince. I did not recognize you in... in such garb-" He gulped, face starting to color as he realized he'd made a mistake in front of a very important man. Yet, at the same time, his embarrassment was only further by his own confusion at the state of their prince. "Did you reach a guerilla attack point on the road? Was your gear -stolen?"

Argol's brow lifted up with confusion. "I don't understand what you mean. The mission was a total success. We cleared the abandoned ruins." His brow wrinkled deeper, drawing a crease through his forehead as he stared down at the guard. Though, the guards comment, the mere suggestion that something might be wrong started to wear away at the easy illusion that the magic had built in. Argol, for the first time since he'd picked up the sword, really looked down at himself. His eyes swam down over his own clothing. The sudden bulk of his flared skirt obscured his downward vision. Big puffs of fabric pushed up in a flare of volume. A rose sat almost centered right over his crotch. But, down beneath that, he could see the shiny surface of his shoes beneath.

Looking down, he could see the guard's boots pointing at him in front of his own shoes. The guard wore boots. Argol wore heels. The guard's boots were scuffed, worn by time and wear. Argol's heels were immaculate, gleaming with its clean, perfect condition as though they were brand new. The guard's boots were the classic picture of a man's feet. They were the boot that would sit at the end of the bed after a long day's work with dirt still clinging to the soles, while Argol's were the picture of dainty, feminine style with the bright, pink surface.

Argol, deep down, started to realize the difference between his shoes and the others; though it wasn't connecting for him why his choice would stand out so. His eyes knit towards each other, trying to figure out what the problem with his clothes were. "Do I have some pink shades that clash?" He asked, looking from his pink shoes back up to the pink of his dress's tight bodice, curious if that was where the issue was.

"What? A-are you kidding?" The guard shuddered, unsure of what was happening. He didn't realize what kind of joke the young prince was playing. "I-is this supposed to be a joke? Clashing pinks? What does that even mean?"

"Well, different tones don't look good together-" Argol instinctively began to answer, much to the guard's amusement. "Who would even know that?! Only sissies!"

Another guard, realizing the lag in this entry started over. "What seems to be happening here, ma'am?" He asked, before double taking at the sight of Argol's face. "Wait? Prince Argol?"

"Yes! Let me through!" Argol demanded, stomping his foot in place with a sturdy clack of his heel on the paved stoned. Instantly, the sturdy clack of the heel sent a small shiver of relief down his spine, so he started to shift in place by bouncing his heels up and down so they clicked and clacked on the stone.

"What are you doing? What is that terrible sound?!" The guards blurted, looking down to see how Argol bounced in place like an eager lolita with his skirt fluffing up with every motion and all the frills on his cape whisping around his ankles with the motion. The two men looked at each other, as though ensuring that it was actually happening. They couldn't believe that Argol didn't have some explanation of reason for why he was dressed like such a little girl! Though the longer they watched him though, watching the way his face seemed to seep into a content, hazy happy smile from the sound of the shoes, their faces started to twist up with amusement.

"Is this some sort of sex thing? Are you getting off on this!?" One demanded, but the other punched him. "No way! It's gotta be from a lost bet! Right, sir?"

"Don't call him sir, he's just a little sissy!"

"What?" Argol shot back. "I'm not a sissy!"

"Of course you are? Who else would wear such shoes? Such a tutu? Bows? Roses? You're a sissy, don't lie to yourself-" The guard scoffed, rolling back his eyes.

"My tutu?" Argol looked down, pouting. "It keeps my legs free, it lets me move around! My bows are pretty! So are my roses! What's your problem!?" Argol grunted, pushing past the guards with a psshaw before he stomped his way to the castle.

Stomping through the street, Argol's heels clacked with each and every step down the cobblestone streets. As he walked, his skirt bounced up around his waist. It flounced up and down with every step, the ruffles wobbling through the air. The steady click-clack, click-clack of his feet on the pavement followed him the whole way. The sound filled him with a giddy sense of cheer. Every sharp, metallic or hollow clack on the rock sent a panging sensation of glee through his entire body and added a new bounce to his steps. He could feel the bow's in his hair swishing as he went along.

Every step imbued him with more cheer, more liveliness until he'd reached the doors of the castle. He burst in, heading right to Malena in the throne chambers. She gave a nod to the few visiting members, suggesting them to step out as she took Argol's mission summary.

"Argol-" She greeted, her brow knitting together with confusion at the sight of Argol's appearance; but Argol stepped right up to her. His own outfit looked eerily like her own, feminine and pinky in all its tones. They stared at each other. Malena's eyes drew down the tutu outfit on the prince while he looked over the full, floor length gown on Malena.

It was a full ball gown with the large, domed skirt flaring out from her waist, held up inside with the supports for such a dramatic hoop skirt. The base shade was the palest violet, with an overlay of a deepening shade of purple though it was a faint ombre as it fluttered down over the full skirt. The edges of both were scalloped with the contrasting shade, frilled and decorated. Around her waist was a thick band of ribbon, leading back to the oversized bow that tied right above her rump. The bodice was lightly lined, drawing lines down her slender form while a bow rested in the dead center of her breasts, featuring a ruby in the center of it.

Matching gloves and stockings covered her arms and legs, ensuring only the smallest fraction of skin showed on the princess. Everything was immaculate, perfectly controlled, trimmed, and coiffed.

"W-what happened on your expedition?" She demanded. Argol instantly thrust the sword forward, holding it out for her. "We located this-"

"Yes, but-" Her eyes hung on his clothes, lingering on all the elaborate roses and oversized bows. "What happened to you?" Her words fizzled out, but what she was thinking was: "Why do you look like a sissy? Why are you wearingheels?"

But, her fingers had already touched to the blade instinctively. The instant that her skin made contact with the gleaming steel the magic had begun to course.

A small spark leapt from her long, manicured nail to the blade; cracking at the connection between the magic-infused blade and her soft, supple skin. Neither noticed, neither knew, but the spell had spread, catching Malena in its crossfires as it sprung off the blade. Instantly, she began to change as well.

Her dress began to change first, being the largest target. It began to shed fabric away, shortening more and more. The previously massive spread of her skirt began to shrink inwards. The material just faded away, going tight to her flesh into a body tight bodycon skirt that just hugged to the shape of her hips, leaving nothing to the imagination on the shape of her body. Her thighs flared out into supple curves that had been otherwise hidden by the full layers of her skirt. The tights she wore beneath began to fade, becoming thin and clearly see-through before cutting off, becoming stockings instead that rode up to her thighs and cut off just beneath the hem of her skirt, showing a stripe of bare, rosy flesh.

Her skin began to glisten, growing pinkier and glossier. Her cheeks grew rosier. Her lips fattened up to a thick, pouty pucker. Her lashes grew thicker and thicker, lengthening and curling up into a thick veil of lustful black. The bodice of her dress began to tighten. It squeezed in tighter and tighter, starting to pinch her waist in thinner while her hips still flared outwards. The corseted bodice pushed her breasts up higher, starting to work them up closer and closer to her chin until they practically jutted out from her chest. The fabric of her dress continued to thin, revealing the dots of her nipples beneath the material. At the same time, her glossy perfect classic pumps began to transform as well.

Argol continued to talk as she changed, telling her of their exploration in more detail and the finding of the sword. As he spoke, Malena leaned back in her chair with one finger rising up towards her lips. Her fingertip started to rub along her bottom lip before gently, subtlety curling inwards so that she felt it against her tongue. Idly, not even aware, she started to suckle of the tip of her finger. She pulled it into her tight lips, rolling her tongue around the slender length. "Mmm..." She gave a soft whine, muffling it into her palm as she licked up her finger.

The sudden urge to suckle, to feel something sitting in her mouth, wrapped within her lips.... Hit Malena suddenly. She didn't notice it, just fell into the urge, letting herself actually slurp down the length of her digit.

The more she sucked, the quicker the changes began to take place. Her lips flared out, getting bigger and bigger. They started to pucker into a constant O. She didn't didn't even shut her mouth as her finger started to move in and out. Her lips just stayed locked in that open, welcoming position.

As her lips locked into this open, position so full and juicy, her cheeks too began to puff up into big, bubbly cheeks. Her skin began to pucker further, going glossy until it actually took on the exact appearance of latex!

"Well, sounds a very successful adventure!" Malena chirped, waving her hand out to dismiss him and producing a squeaking sound as her fingers rubbed together. With her gesture, the guards began to let the normal court members in.

As they trickled back in, gasps collectively left the group. Whispers blurted out between them.

"Is that the princess?"

"What is she wearing?"

"I can see so much of her!"

Shocked, muffled hissed comments swapped from person to person at the sight of two of the kingdom's most important people looking so utterly humiliating! Malena lounged back on her throne. Her heels were continuing to grow, becoming massive platforms beneath her heels that held onto her ankles with a single strap. The thinning fabric on her breasts had utterly faded away, letting her breasts fall out blatantly loose on her chest while a small cape-like accesory still hugged her neck and the top of her collar.

One of the guards, realizing that everyone was whispering because of the princess rushed over to her, bending down to her ear. "Malena-"

She looked up, her mouth starting to stretch open wider while her eyes began to darken with thicker makeup rimming around her lashes, deepening them. Her skin was only getting shinier, starting to pucker even more into true latex. Her skirt rode up further, actually flashing the underside of her pussy mound out from under the underside of her sex.

"P-princess!" The guard hissed, "Something is happening to you! Y-your clothes-" He stammered, flustered by the sudden revealing of her pussy, winking out from beneath her skirt and her breasts spilling out on her chest. His eyes dropped, for a moment, ogling the full pink orbs of her bare tits.

"Yes! My clothes, aren't they lovely? I feel so much freer than usual!" She shifted, throwing her legs open wide much to the further horror of the crowd! Their princess wore no panties beneath her slutty, little skirt and her pussy suddenly yawned out in front of the entire courtroom.

"Malena!" The guard gasped. She looked at him, realizing the horror in his eyes. For a moment, the magic on her mind faltered.

"Oh my gosh! This is not how I behave?! What am I wearing? I'm so exposed like I'm just some alley way hooker!" But, as she started to see the changes in her clearly, the magic sent a fresh burst through her, suddenly making her salivate at the mere sight of the guard's pants. She dragged her eyes down the length of the zipper, searching for the opening there. The faintest bulge there, the natural flare of a girthy crotch, had her heart pumping eagerly.

"You're very right!" She blurted out. "I have my duties to attend to!"

The guard nodded, "Yes! Yes!"

She stood up. She wobbled once on the rapidly growing platforms before she strut forward on them effortlessly. They gave a sharp click on the smooth floor with each and every step. Everyone watched, staring at the massive round shape of her ballooning ass as she walked off, Argol followed dutifully behind her.

As they walked, Argol's form began to mime some of her own changes. His skin puckered like hers, slowly becoming shinier and shinier while it grew slicker, glossy like it'd been coated in some gleaming material. His heels grew taller, the heel more pointed. His hair grew slightly, becoming a hint more feminine. Basically, with the magic coursing between two targets now, it was amplifying and growing in power.

"Where are we going?" Argol asked, tone lilting upwards cheerfully.

"To take care of my guards, obviously! One of my major duties that has been too long ignored!" She led them, both sets of heels clicking and clacking in unison down the castle's corridors as she led them out to the pub just within the castle gate for the guards to unwind after their shifts and relax on breaks. She pushed into the room, instantly drawing all eyes to her.

At first, the men saw the spilling growing pair of breasts with their proud, thick nipples out in the open stiff and eager and they whooped and cheered at this sight. "Woo! A royal courtesan has decided to visit! A visiting undignified dignitary!" But, then their eyes reached the face and saw the small crown balanced on the thick mane of loose, pink hair.

"Is that-?"

"No way!"

"Couldn't be Malena! She's a good princess!"

"A modest princess!"

"But that is!"

They gasped together, staring before one of them- who long since started his day with a bottle- gave a low woot. "The princess has come to finally take care of her men! Your Majesty!" He called. "Magesty of mastubation! Princess of the Prick!"

Malena stepped into the room. Her mind was battling the magic on her, letting in flickers of her life- her usual life- in the hopes that she'd recognize what was happening and fight the transformation. When she looked down, guiding her foot up the step that led into the pub, she saw a flicker of her favorite heels of all time!

The memory was so crisp, so perfect in her mind. They were a soft satin, just enough heel to lift her up and leave a sophisticated echo behind each of her steps. They were clean, the purple edges smooth. A rim of lacey, ruffled trim encircled her foot with a single strap- decorated with ruby gems- crossed daintily over the top of her foot. A bow sat on her back heel and a bow centered over her toes in the front. They were elegant, perfectly embellished, and princessly.

Then, she saw her current shoes. The beautiful, enchanting rose and bow had completely fallen off. The heel had stretched, growing to well over double the height while a platform added even more height beneath her toes. They were still purple, though a bright more magenta shade that was bright and gaudy not subtle and contained. They were shiny, becoming leathery, rather than satin. And the strap circled around her ankle, tightly clapping them to her feet.

She hesitated, mind pausing over these two images, but suddenly she had a deep burning thirst in her throat. She lunged towards the bar, holding out both of her latex-y hands. "I need a drink!" She leaned over the bar, sloppily exposing her ass to the men behind. Their eyes went wide, ogling her like she was a common bar madden and not their dignified princess Malena. As her fingers clutched onto a glass of water, slurping it into her mouth without a shred of manners to her actions, one man actually clambered onto the ground to lean back and peek beneath her skirt, eyes going wide as he mimed to the others: "No Panties! None!"

"No! No! That didn't work! Something else!" Malena cried, the thirst in her throat worse. Her mind was racing. Suddenly, she realized what she thirsted for. She dropped to the ground in front of the bar keep. Her knees hit the rough wooden slats of the floor with a thud, but she didn't even notice. Her fingers jerked open his pants, sending his cock jutting out within seconds. Without her hands, they just dropped to the floor to steady her, her wide mouth and juicy thick lips dropped right down his entire length.

She slurped once- loudly- before she started to bob her throat around his cock. Drool leaked out from her bottom lip, but she didn't even notice. Her mind was fixated on the heat in her throat, the burning sensation. She felt her skirt tightening around her ass as it grew. The magic fed on each successful progression, changing her more as she gave into the urges it gave her. Her ass hung half out from her skirt, wide cheeks flaring within the constraints of the latex skirt. Her bodice began a true corset, lacing up her back cinching her in tight before her breasts spilled freely over the top. They too began to swell, growing as she sucked on the exposed bar tender's cock with sloppy Scluck! Shluck! Shluck! Sounds the echoed through the entire bar. Her nipples grazed on the wood, scuffing the soft pink flesh of her breasts, but she had only one focus.

Argol, hovering behind her in the doorway, began to feel the magic's power growing. His girly attire stayed intact, but began to sexualize. The bodice began to squeeze tighter becoming a matching corset. His legs stiffened, rising him up onto a dancer's dainty toe within the slender heels he wore. His mind, too, was struggling with reality and the spell. He could see something was wrong with this image before him, this scene struck him oddly; but he couldn't place why. He stared and stared at Malena as drool began to seep down over her smooth flesh, dripping down onto her bare breasts as the cock finally exploded into her mouth.

The thick, gooey streams of cum finally gave her some relief to her great thirst. She felt her throat instantly feel coated in it, protecting her from the heat. "Yes! Now! My men! I must take care of you!" She tried to turn, but her joints were starting to fade out. Where her body had been well-defined now like her fingers had started to just join together as she became a true sex doll. Her latex-y body was stiffened, giving her pads for hands since she didn't need that much control anymore anyways.

Her mouth hung open, caught in that ever-welcoming state of a huge O, ready for cock. Drool and cum alike leaked out, slobbering down onto her breasts. The men in the bar stared, starting to snicker. "The princess finally gave into her real purpose I see, sucking cocks and soaking up cum!" One said, boldly smirking as he stepped up. He jerked down his pants, revealing his throbbing cock to the princess's open mouth. Instantly, she bobbed for him.

His moan into the air seemed to cement everything for the other men, giving them the final push they needed to stop fearing the princess but embrace her new, slutty self. Once again though, as her thirst was being sated, Malena could a flickering of self-awareness. She realized that she couldn't move her mouth.

"My lips- t-they are stuck!" She gasped, but then the magic in her mind, the voice of the spell crooned out soothingly. "Why would you ever want to close your mouth after all? Your job is to serve the people, is it not?"

"Yes, it is." Malena thought back, hazily as her throat tightened around a fresh cock and the other one began to spurt onto her hair.

"Yes. A serving doll doesn't close her mouth. Her lips are full of collagen so she looks welcoming. An O-ring holds your mouth open, always, so you're ready. Though by now, those effects are really fading as you becoming a true doll. Do you feel it? No more teeth, you'd hate to hurt a guard or other master of yours. You'll be a good servant, won't you? Serve your kingdom?"

"I'll serve my kingdom..." She mumbled, moaning as the girth of the new man's cock forced her lips even wider as precum oozed onto the soft, hot insides of her welcoming mouth. One by one, she serviced each guard in the pub when she arrived, from the first who was all bark and not bite after he thrusted a few times and jizzed a white spray all over her tits and hair. The third, who was so big that her mouth stretched out for him and he had to grab her head. He used her bright pink hair as handles, smacking his waist into her face over and over, mercilessly fucking her face hole.

The fourth and fifth came up together. One grabbed up her waist, yanking her up from the floor with a grunt and shoving her over one of the tables. "You want to serve us right, slutty princess?"

"Oh yes! I want to take care of all my guards! All of you must be perfectly relieved for serving me, so I will serve you!"

"Good!" His hand pulled back, smacking in her covered ass hard before he yanked up her skirt to reveal the juicy meat of her ass to the entire room of people. Argol was still lingering by the door. Changes had started to make his mind hazy. He'd been exposed to the longest. His mind was actually blanking more fully that Malena's, thinking only about how his body felt so hot. His nipples had started to tingle and idly he rubbed at them; but what he didn't notice was that with each pass of his rubbing hands his nipples actually began to swell. Beneath them, he began to grow breasts. While he was flushed with the magic coursing through him, making him incomprehensibly horny, he was blind to the massive breasts growing from him. They tore through the fabric of his top, ripping it into just a corseted bodice much like Malena's already was.

Meanwhile, Malena was still serving her dutiful guards.

"You'd better get used to this if you keep dressing like a slut! You're going to get used daily!" The man grunted, thrusting himself into her open cunt, now wide and stretched like her mouth to allow for constant entry. She leaked with lubrication, ensuring she was always ready for a fuck.

"God! She's so wet! She's loves being a fuck doll!"

"Probably wanted to be one her whole life, but she was stuck being all prim and proper!" He thrust hard, smacking his balls into her chin, leaving a wet imprint of sweat on her sticky flesh. "She's just been pent up, thirsty for cock, needing cum-" He grunted, squirting an arc of pre into her throat. Malena gave a coo, relishing in their conversation, loving how she saw the tension leaving the guards shoulders.

"Oh yes! I am serving them well! Serving my people!" Malena thought, gleefully slurping down the precum. Her ass was throbbing, pulsating from all the spanking it'd received. Her pussy was starting to drool as the man pounded into her, slamming her into the table with soft reech reech reech sounds of her latex body rubbing between the man and the table.

"You should be ashamed of yourself though-" The man leaned over, hissing into her ear. "Princesses don't behave this way. Princess's don't get fuck in bars. Princesses wear little, kitten heels; not slutty platform heels. Princess's don't wear these long, fuck me stockings.... Do they, Malena?" Malena shuddered. She felt a wave of shame, but the magic was still convoluting her mind.

Argol gave a sudden moan. His cock sprung to life. The magic was thick in this room, feeding on the two giving into the temptation to become sex dolls, mindless subservient dolls. Argol's breasts now hung heavy on his chest, mimicking those of Malena. His cock pushed his skirt up, showing just how aroused he was beneath the frilly, feminine clothing.

"Oooh, the little lady over here wants some too!" One of the man shouted, pointing at Argol. "Excited to be dressed up like a little sissy? Do you like bows?" They laughed, all the men who'd already had their turn fucking Malena turning onto Argol with laughter. They grabbed for a loose bow on his skirt, tugging it off and tackling him down- which wasn't hard with his increasingly stiff, latex body. They grabbed for his raging boner, tying the ribbon around it's base. "There! Now your junk is as girly as the rest of you!" They laughed, stomping their boots around the front of his pointing, stiletto ballet heels.

"Just a little sissy and a slut!" They all cheered. The men taking their turn on Malena suddenly groaned, spraying out their gooey white loads into her mouth and cunt before straightening.

"Well, men! Time for our shift, right?" They all rose, chuckling together before they gave Malena a final smack on the ass each and headed out the front door, laughing amongst themselves.

"I think they all looked much happier! Much better than before!" Malena gargled, cum leaking out as she talked with her mutated mouth. She stood up, squeaking now with every step. "Come now, Argol! We must hold court for the people in the morning!" She led the way, bringing them each to their bed chambers. Once inside, Malena flopped right onto the bed. She turned, rolling onto hands and knees to look into the mirror hanging beside it.

She stared at herself. Her eyes went wide, taking in all the changes that had happened to her. Her body was totally latex now. She's truly transformed into a sex doll. Her breasts were rubbery and huge, hanging down from her chest to graze onto the bed, even as she pushed herself up. Her mouth hung open, locked into that rounded O shape. She drooled almost constantly because of it, leaking out a mixture of her own saliva and lingering cum from her in bar servicing. Her cheeks now had big dots of blush on the apple of each cheek, a perfect circle! No more was her makeup natural and smoothly blended, but garish and bright. She wore a large neck piece that had once been part of more clothing, but now fit like a collar tight on her throat and marking her with a large D-ring. Her fingers were covered in slick gloves. She stared at herself, just trying to take it all in.

"Mirror, mirror... On the wall..." She crooned, smiling idly. "Who's the best princess of them all?"

"Princess, Princess..." The mirror rolled back, voice low and throaty. "The best princess does all she can, to please woman, child, but especially man. A dick hard sucked will wash away, the work that they did that day."

She crooned. "I did good today then! I relaxed and refreshed all my night guards!" She clapped her hands, hearing the distinct squeaky clap as though she'd hit a balloon before she rolled back into bed, not bothering to clean the cum from her breasts and hair. Afterall, she was just a doll, no need to clean a fuck toy for its own comfort.

Within minutes, she'd fallen asleep.

As she slept, within her dreams, the magic didn't constrain her dreaming mind. As she slept, she saw herself truly with a jolt of panic! "Oh my god! I've been controlled! That sword! The magical sword has cast a terrible spell onto Argol and I! I've been- I've been fucked by so many men already!" She shuddered with disgust. The princess, in her dream, was trapped in the same clothes she wore all day and she struggled to hide her breasts. She tugged at the skirt, trying to hide her engorged pussy lips. "I-I've been out, exposed looking like some trashy hooker. A slut in my own kingdom! I've been humiliated!" She started to cry, big droplets of fearful tears rolling down her face, helping to try up the cum that coated her glossy skin.

"Tomorrow I have to try and get rid of that sword! The magic should fade then! I just have to not let myself lose control! I have to- I have to-" She stuttered, suddenly unsure of herself as the magic seeped into this portion of her mind too, starting to smother her logic. "I have to... get fucked. I need to feel cock between my lips. I have to serve. I have to be a good Princess of Pricks. I must get some cum in my pussy. I feel so dry!"

Somewhere, deeper, she could see this happening. She saw herself withering, falling more and more into her persona as a subservient sex doll; but there was nothing she could do but feel the humiliation and shame of knowing it would happen...

******

"Doo Doo do Doooooo!" Trumpets rang out through the kingdom, playing off each tower in the entire castle and roaring through the streets with their distinctive call. The trumpeters sound meant that the princess Malena was holding an open court to meet with her many people of the kingdom. It summoned anyone who wished to see the princess for a serious inquiry or to just visit her for support could come into the main throne room and see her there!

People flocked for this opportunity. Some businesses even closed to allow the owners to take baskets of biscuits as gifts or to sell to the crowd. People streamed to the main gate, waiting then for them to open the door to the throne room and bring everyone inside and reveal their glorious princess there, perched and waiting for them gloriously on her throne!

The doors threw open, parting to allow all the people of the kingdom in to see their beautiful princess. They rushed in, instantly stumbling and gasping at the sight of their princess! She wore massive pink platform heels. Her legs were covered in tall stockings, connected with garters to her corset while her crotch was utterly bare. She was totally exposed, thighs spread from each other. She exposed her massively puffy lips, formed into a huge open hole, ready for anyone. Her hair was loose, long and pink and voluminous around her face, not coiffed and curled! Her breasts were huge, inflated into balloons on her chest where they jutted out over her corset. She still wore the thick collar around her neck, but otherwise she was basically naked!

"She looks like a common prostitute!"

"This is a horror!"

They hissed out, gossip spurring instantly through the crowd while people noticed Argol seated beside the queen! His hair was a bit longer than usual, framing around his face beneath his headband with big bows on either side of his head. They were floppy, lined with pink and lace. He wore a corset just like Malena beside him with massive jugs jutting off from his chest also. The nipples were dark, perky and pleading for attention. A huge bow sat centered between the curves of the hefty orbs. Both of their mouths hung open in a huge O, revealing their tongues and their gummy, toothless mouths!

The people hesitated at the doors, horrified and shocked at the sight of their beloved leaders turned into mindless sex dolls; but Malena waved one of her paddy hands. "Come in! Come in! Let me serve you, my people! I want to serve you!"

They shuffled in. Malena's mouth hung open, begging for something inside. In the back of her mind, that shame tickled at her thoughts but in the forefront all she wanted was a cock in every hole. She waved the men forward, grabbing the closest and pulling his pants to the floor. Once his cock gulped into her throat, the tension in the room faded. Every needy man from every walk fled to the two sex dolls laid in the front of the throne room. Before the kingdom, and all the many people of it, Malena and Argol were slammed back into the cushion and fucked. Their mouths were filled with cock. Cum started to fly out, coating their breasts. Salty flavor filled their mouths while they blinked globs of cum out from their eyes.

Malena sucked each cock dutifully, but also attended to other business. Some of the dedicated salesmen in the town approached, offering their cocks and their sales pitches for new rugs for the castle, new equipment for guards, a new catering team for her kitchen and Malena slurped down their cum, licking their balls clean in between bursts of discussion as though it was nothing different than her usual castle holdings.

If the load of cum was large, stuffing her throat full enough she couldn't speak, Malena would just nod and approve the pitch no matter what. The long day of open court ran on. Argol was spattered. His hair was stiff with cum. The taste of cock filled his drooling mouth. His hands sat uselessly, fat and latex-y back against the cushion, bracing his exhausted body.

Malena finished the day satisfied, exhausted. She could barely move she was so stiff. Her pussy leaked out globs of cum and hung open, gaping loudly. She left smears of cum when she moved, and when she stood up proudly at the end, it oozed out of her and down her thighs. "What a great day of court!" She called, utterly delighted.

As she walked out, everyone stared confused and shocked; but Malena's twisted mind saw no problems with her dripping cum as she left.

However, that night, she saw it all in review again as she reverted back just as she slipped beneath the warm covers of her bed. Her eyes popped open wide as her usual consciousness filled in suddenly and shame filled her.

"How could you!? A common slut! A whore! Sex doll to be used! Cum from a hundred men in a day! Bruising on your cunt? Is that the mark of a princess!? No! Shame on you! Shame on me!" She let out a sudden wail, her eyes filling with tears. Instantly, she felt a huge rush of all the emotions that had been blocked during the day by the spell keeping her mind fogged off, isolated only to think like a whore. It all came rushing into her mind now. She looked down at her hands, seeing them again as the thick, paddle-like nubs of the sex doll she'd transformed into. She gulped down a lump forming in her throat from her building emotion, though she imagined it was leftover cum from load after load earlier. "How could I have done this.... Oh...." She whimpered, closing her eyes tight, clenching them to try and block it all out.

At first, the wave of initial embarrassment and self-hatred over powered her mind. Her mind was recalling every cock, witnessing them all flashing by. She ranged from her first rush of realization to quiet denial. "Oh Gosh! A princess should never! I should never! I-I! Oh!" She let out a wail of disgust, throwing herself down into her pillow with a cry.

"I will never be the same..." She thought to herself as she pressed her face flush to the smooth surface of the pillow. The realization hit her like a ton of brick. It sucked her breath right from her lungs. She had to suck the air in through her lips harder, gulping to get the air down into her chest. "H-how could I come back from this.... How can I ever look at myself again?"

"I'll never be respected again. People will just look at me and see a common whore, nothing better than a slut who walks the night for passing coins. They'll compare me to the scraggling, slutty girls who totter around in bars on high heels. I'll never be looked at the same, never loved again as their princess..." She'd let out another wail, voice ebbing with emotion.

She could feel spit leaking out of her mouth, still hanging wide open. "I-I.... I can't close my mouth!" She realized, flushing as her mind re-summoned up the picture of cocks sliding into her open, waiting mouth. She could see the inch disappearing past her puffy lips and down into her throat. With a gulp, she felt the ghost lumps of thick, gooey cum still bobbing in the back of her throat, impossible to truly swallow down. "I'll never be the same again..."

******

Across and down the hall, in another room of the castle, Argol had just collapsed into bed with a frilly nightgown slapping around mid-thigh. As his hair spread out over the soft cotton, his eyes suddenly widened.

"What...."

He gulped, voice breaking off as he lifted the blanket cast over his body. He lifted it up with a single finger, like it disgusted him what he knew he would see, to see the thin, frilly nightgown that he wore rather than his usual dressing shorts. "How could this have happened?" He muttered aloud, turning his gaze to his closet where all his light armor was staged on waiting manikins. His feet slid out of the blankets, moving instead to the floor. As he settled down onto the carpeting, he realized that his feet stood side by side together while his hips bounced out to the side, jutting out so his butt and waist seemed accented.

"I-I...." He gulped, looking at himself in the mirror. His hair even seemed longer, the ends more curled and coifed. His entire form seemed utterly changed. "What is going to happen to me?" He tried to stomp forward, prepared to head towards his closet, but instead of stomping his feet leapt up in a skipping, leaping motion. "I can't- I can't move! Like a normal person!" His eyes went wide, his mouth dropped open. "What's going to happen to me? I'm a warrior! I've led battles! I've fought! I have a reputation to uphold!"

His heart was starting to pound. He could see his entire foundation crumbling. He'd worked so hard to get to where he was, to be respected like he currently was. "I bet even today was enough to destroy that! I'll be lucky to earn any of that back tomorrow!" He stormed into his closet, searching for regular clothing; but the instant he stepped into his closet, he froze.

Instead of the usual dull shades of his closet, he stared at a wall of pink and teal and silver. "W-w-w...." He stammered, turning to where he usually kept his favorite chain mail, but instead he turned to a frilly gown, ruffles and lace piling atop each other to create a cupcake of a skirt on the dress.

"What is this? I'll never be looked at the same if I cannot get my clothing back!" He grabbed at his nightgown, ripping it off. "I will not be known as a prancing, bouncy sissy princess!" He shouted, though those words struck a chord with him. His eyes perked up, eyebrows arching.

"Sissy princess..." He mumbled again, repeating it now to himself as he fingered the soft satin of the frilly dress that had taken over his armor. "I'll never be the same...."

******

"I'll always be... like this-" Malena mumbled to herself. She had left the bed like Argol, summoned up to inspect themselves. She stared at the open, gaping hole of her mouth. Her finger traced around the opened, stretched edge of her spread lips. "Always ready for cock-" The word stuck in her throat, coming out like a curse word as she grimaced. She looked down at herself, staring at her nearly nude body, only a shred of panties still clinging to her hips. She could feel her pussy just leaking. Droplets of her natural lubrication were dropping onto her thighs, oozing down the bare skin. She could feel individual drops leaking towards her knees, running in lines down. "I'm a mess...." She muttered, disgust in her voice.

"I'm gross.... Wet... sloppy..." She swallowed looking down at herself with a shake of her head. "What have I done? I'll have ruined everything in a single day. The respect of my kingdom! Of neighboring lands! All of it will have been destroyed! My reputation! My entire realm! I'll be slandered!" Her mind suddenly filled with the image of a news man in another kingdom, waving a rag through the air. "Read about the Bimbo Queen! The Whore of the Land! Read all about it! Meet Princess Cumdump!"

For a second, her mood actually perked at the sound of that name thrumming through her head. "Princess Cumdump...." She felt a small bit of relief wash over her. "Perhaps.... I've stumbled onto something new..." She mumbled, for a moment not realizing that she was enjoying that idea, but after a beat she gasped aloud. "I-I... cannot like that... But...." She didn't say it, but she knew the truth; she was appreciating the ring of Princess Cumdump. "Maybe.... It's always been my purpose to be a Bimbo... a Cumdump..." She flushed, shaking her head, trying to get it out of her head.

"A good night's sleep... I'll sleep and then fix that tomorrow... I'll make it all right..." She climbed into bed, settling onto her pillow and closing her eyes. Though just before she fell asleep, the words she mumbled had changed: "It's all, already, alright..."

******

"It's a new day-" Argol let out a long sigh. He propped himself up, moving immediately to his closet. He moved into his closet. His hands reached out, lightly touching to the remaining pieces of leather armor and regular slacks. "Today.... Some normal clothes. Shape up, and I'll be able to start re-building my legacy-"

The instant his fingers touched to them though, they changed. The leather, the thick and manly weave of the sturdy fabric instantly shredded away and became soft, silken tights and then a subtle corseted gown. His eyes were glazed though, still lost to lingering sleep and the picturing of what his day would bring, but the spell on him was also working. He walked through his closet, one by one converting each and everything to a frilly, lace, ruffled, Lolita counterpart. One by one, each and every one of the remaining shreds of his masculinity that clung on in the farthest reaches of his closet where the spell hadn't yet touched, he brought it and stole away the leather, the rough wool, the cotton's even until all that remained were skirts, tights, and bows galore.

"Oh my!" He gasped, suddenly looking at his closet once more. "Everything.... Oh my gosh.... It's all...." He hesitated a moment, his mind searching for the right word, initially which would have been 'changed,' but instead he said: "Perfect!"

His fingers slipped over the skirts, fingering the heavy skirts, the ruffles. "Oh my! How can I even pick what to wear?" He blurted out, bouncing one with excitement before he dove into the game of deciding.

******

"Ah. This gown is perfect. Respectable-" Malena grabbed one of the heavy, tailored skirts down from its rack in her expansive closet. It was a full bodied piece, with a secondary skirt section that settled over the lowest part of a corseted, dignified chest piece. It was utterly luxurious, and in a shade of courtly red, it ebbed with a dignified power. "This is exactly what I need to begin convincing everyone that yesterday was a terrible mistake to be forgotten quickly!" Even that passing mention of yesterday, the briefest thought, sent a blast of flashing images through Malena's mind. She suddenly saw the grimy floor she crashed her knees onto, the girth of cocks in an array of sizes and shades bucking into her lips, and then the smear of oozing, leaking cum as she left once again. She blinked, shaking her head to clear it away.

She settled it in front of her before stepping in. She shimmied her hips down, trying to ignore the leaking mess of her excitable pussy she could feel already dripping onto the bottom hem of the dress. The single second of thinking on blowjobs had been enough to nearly triple her already constant dripping. Her pussy worked like a leaking faucet, always on, but always ready to be cranked up higher. It made her feel dirty to have the constant slime of lust leaking down her thighs, reminding her of her own neediness, a weakness.

"You're disgusting. Get ahold of yourself. You're not some common street whore. You're not some dirty slut, up for a fuck-" She spat out every word, patience growing thin at her own body. She'd lost all her self control, stripped down to just the hormones coursing through her, demanding her to be stuffed, get stuffed, swallow cum, slurp down globs of messy semen, anything to get it inside her or touching her.

Then, she started to cinch the bottom piece of the gown onto her waist. As the fabric closed around her, it started to change. The instant it made close contact to her skin, where the powerful magic was coursing through her body growing ever more powerful with the princess feeding it. She fed it with her lustful thoughts and with her shame, which she was constantly juggling now, only growing the fierce spell upon her with each passing second. It ensured that she'd never escape it. Never again would she be respected, but she couldn't realize this yet.

The flowing layers of satin began to shrink inwards. Before, what had been a broad skirt with piles of ruffled layers covering her, hiding what even might be her actual form, began to shrink down until nothing was left to the imagination. Her entire form was cast in its hold. The waist grew tighter and tighter until it went flush to the natural shape of Malena's body, perfectly outlining her in the hugging grip of satin. All of her body was captured in perfect form through the fabric. Showing the wide expanse of her swollen bubble butt and the flare of her wide hips and clinging to the pinch of her thinned waist.

Next, it morphed entirely from the flowing, elegant satin into a wet-looking latex. This only made it even tighter. It hugged her pinched in waist and clung to the wide curves of her flared hips even more so. Malena grimaced, almost seeing the dimples of her buttcheeks in the grasping, clasping fabric. The hem quickly began to rise too, the fabric seemingly just flaking away into less and less as Malena let out a long sigh. "Not again...." She mumbled, letting out a sputtering sigh through her wide open mouth.

With a grunt, she stripped down the zipper of the dress and undid the extensively tight corset that had begun to change the top of the dress and dropped them away. She shifted down the length of her closet, picking out another piece. This time, she opted for a pure white gown, even looser and more flowing. "This is more casual than I'd like... but maybe white is better than red, maybe it won't..." But even before she was able to get the words out, the dress had already started to change from the mere touch of her fingers on its rack.

The flowy white fabric started to shrink inwards, rapidly changing into tight, verging on see-through latex that had massive, under breasts cups that left the nipples and a massive expanse of cleavage exposed. Malena let out a long, wavering sigh. "I guess.... This is all I've got..." She let out a long whimpering noise before she turned to see her shoe rack was changing.

Her eyes popped open wide. If her mouth hadn't already been hanging open, it would have dropped as she realized all her petite, perfect Princess pumps were starting to change. As every gown in her closet began to shrink and transform into shreds, slutty, slinky dresses.

Her heels, her smooth purple satin shoes were starting to transform. The heel began to grow taller and taller. The base began to thicken, becoming a platform that lifted the toes up to even higher heights while the heel shrunk to a slender point. As it began to change, those shoes her focus as, in the background, she could see all her dresses finishing their changes in the background. "This..." She suddenly realized something. Her eyes widened as her fingers grasped at the air. "This is like watching beautiful women undressing... shredding a costume. They spend the day hidden, their naked form tucked behind various styles of clothing, but these are just hiding their true selves. Finally, at the end of the day, they shed that, they reveal their truest form, a naked person about to have sex!"

"They aren't being destroyed! No! Their true purpose is coming alive! They're ready now, to attract people for sex!" She suddenly grabbed down one of the clinging latex dresses. She wriggled into it, waggling her hips side to side to fit down into the incredibly tight hold of the laced up, deep-V dress of bright, hot pink latex. Then, she slid her feet down into one of the strappiest, highest platform heels. "I am a princess! It's my job to guide people to the truth! This is the truth! Our naked, plain selves are the truth! I will guide people! I will be their princess! Princess Cumdump!" She cinched up her tall, ankle circling heels and adjusted her full, spilling chest before she trotted back into her room to her mirror.

She turned her eyes onto the reflecting glass, chest puffing up with pride. The latex hugged her body. It spilled over her wide hips and hugged to her jutting, rounded ass. Her breasts jutted out, spilling against the open V shape of the dress threatening to pop right out from the dress. Her nipples were hard, poking into the revealing form of the latex. She slid her hands down the curved shape of her body, the edges of her wide, circular mouth twitching slightly with the threat of a smile. "Yes. My truth self is finally.... Revealed." She let out a long sigh, one of relief and happiness. "I have found my purpose-"

******

"So much armor... so drab, so plain...." Argol muttered to himself as he began walking along the racks of armor and awaiting uniforms. He touched each sleeve of each jacket as he brushed past, shivering with a moment of excitement as he saw a ripple pass through the clothes as the colors began to change. Some guards received lilacs jackets with cropped, short hems and ruffled under shirts while others changed into flowing pink skirts. One after another changed into some convoluted, Lolita version of whatever it had once been; and each time, Argol gave a titter of delight.

"Argol?" One of the guard stepped up, an eyebrow raised at the warrior's actions. "What's happening?" The guard's face was twisted, obviously a bit confused though he wasn't sure if it was a big joke or something else.

"Hello!" Argol chirped, voice lilting upwards. "I thought we needed an update in the wardrobe!" He clapped his hands, waving them around before he grabbed a bundle of the classic, white socks the guard's wore before the changed into silken, dainty stockings.

"Why don't you try it on?" He chirped, voice getting even higher.

"Uh.." The guard hesitated, rubbing at the back of his neck nervously.

"Come on! It's totally perfectly! So much comfier!" The tough, warrior Argol gave a twirl, spinning around to depict how loose and flowy the clothes felt. "Try them on!" He urged once more.

The guard hesitated once more, but the threat of disobeying his leader was just too intimidating; so he gave a nod of his head. "Sure." He shucked off his heavy jacket, shucking off his boots and pants next down to just his plain boxer bottoms. Tentatively, with his eyes darting side to side to check for anyone around, the guard plucked up the stockings first. "These seem the least harmful..." The thought to himself, eyes flicking back up to Argol to watch as his previously masculine, powerful leader bounced back and forth between his feet like he was limbering up for a ballet. "You want us to wear *these*?" The guard asked, putting off the oncoming costuming with a sickening churning in his gut. The guard could already hear the mockery that would come if someone even saw him holding these stockings in his hands.

"What's this? Got a secret life? A side job as a SISSY!?" The laughter that'd come. He knew that people were already whispering. Already the guards who had witnessed the discovery of the sword, though the knew little about what they were there for, were spreading rumors about their beloved warrior and leader. Last night, the bunks had been full with hushed tales of what had happened that day.

"Surely," The innocent guard thought to himself as he hovered on the edge of hesitation. "None of what they said was true. Or at least exaggerated. Our Beloved Queen and Princess Malena wouldn't act.... In such a way-" He blushed even to think to himself about the stories that had been spread. One guard came back, breath thick with whiskey, babbling about the princess.

"I swear, she sucked my cock. She sucked every man's cock in that room AND she loved it! She left a puddle on the floor like a dog in heat! I've never seen such a slut! All the while, her crown is on her head, like nothing is wrong with our queen scuffing up her knees giving head!"

The men had guffawed, slapped his back for the tale; but surely, it couldn't be true. Yet, doubt was starting to fester in the ranks. Enough of them had plainly witnessed Argol's strange behavior. His clothing, most obviously, stood out to all of them. He seemed to be dressing from a 13 year old princess's wardrobe. He wore skirts with layers and layers of frills, shades of pink and purple, heels with little kitten-level elevated that clacked sweetly against the floor with every step. "It's illogical for battle..." The guard muttered, idly running all the rumored through his mind.

"He must be testing us, testing... loyalty!" With a sharp inhale, the guard made his realization that this must all be a game to test which guards were truly devoted to Argol. He grabbed the stockings with renewed valor, grasping at the tops much too tightly before he tried to force his oversized feet into the small, stretching opening.

Argol's eyes popped open wide, locking onto the sight of the large guard starting to change into the girly garb. His feet appeared way, way too big for the opening in the stockings, forcing them to pull apart to their widest point at the front as his toes began to writhe into the hug of the fabric. His fat, big toe went in first, acting like the faintly hairy Columbus to explore the cavity of the silken stockings insides. Argol's mouth went a bit slack, wonderment filling him at the sight of the man's feet forcing their way into a pair of thin stockings, girl's stockings. The stockings were meant to smooth the skin, blur any imperfections beneath their surface; but they couldn't handle the thick mass of what lay beneath on a man's feet. His toes pushed the fabric to the very edge, stretching the foot to web out between each toe. Then, he had to tug and force them to slid up onto the thick, muscular girth of his leg. His fingers clung to the lacey top of the sock, holding it as tight as he could without ripping as he began to work it upwards over his leg.

Hair jutted up through the thin fabric, the splotches of the flattened tufts of tangled man hair showed dark beneath the pale cream shade of silk, and his muscles strained to the brim of the fabric stretching point. Argol grabbed at the air, as though trying to capture this singular moment of flourishing delight. "Don't you feel it already? The freeness? The thinness of the fabric? The kiss of air through them? The smooth surface?" The guard raised a single brow, still confused by his leader's obsession with these feminine garbs.

"He is sure dedicated to this..." He thought to himself, muttering as he looked down at the remaining pile of pieces. After the stockings, there still remained a dress in a pale, pastel shade of pink, including a belted bow that hung waiting to be added atop the dress. Plus, a white, frilly undershirt sat beside the dress, meant to be worn beneath with the lace neck of it showing out from beneath where the apron-like top of the dress stopped. Each dress included another matching bow and soft pink ballet flats.

"Well!" Argol blurted, clapping with a skip into the air. "Keep going, keep going!"

The guard knit his brows together, momentarily feeling a fresh rush of confusion and doubt, but he pushed forward. "This is probably a test. Either way, this is my leader... even if he's dressed... like a little girl. He's strong-" He muttered to himself, trying to be convincing but every second he looked at Argol, who stood now still with his knees bowed out cutely beneath his dress, he struggled to keep up the mantra.

Yet, he stumbled onward. He picked up the undershirt, marveling at how many buttons seemed to lock it in place around his body in contrast to the simple on-off slide of a man's undershirt. Argol glowed, beamed really at him noticing this detail. "The crafting is just impressive isn't it? So much better, so much more love put into it." He gave a shudder, outwardly expressing his awe at the clothing before the guard rolled his eyes and gave a shake of his head and started to wriggle into the hug of the white top. It squeezed at his body, clinging to every bulge of his broad shoulders and muscular chest. Argol shivered. "So manly... so strong... yet so delicate-" He mumbled to himself, marveling at how the fabric seemed to be straining to cover the man's sturdy chest. The contrast between clothing and wearer was utterly delightment. "There's such a balance here.... It's perfect, like the balance in a battle between power and control." His fingers started to move, anxiously and idly together as his mind churned with this realization, this idea of perfection.

One by one, the guard continued to add the pieces to build the perfect outfit. The shirt went on, coating his chest- at least most of it, his belly jutted out beneath the cropped cut, with an edge of lace finishing the hem before an expanse of hairy, manly gut jutted out beneath. Then, over top of that base, went the dress itself. With an apron-like top, the dress showed the underlying lace and then flared out into the full, wide spinning skirt, ruffled up with an under layer of downy white. The guard had to force the flared shape into place on his hips, leaving his legs jutting out beneath with hairs haphazardly poking out through the stockings and his broad shoulders pushing against the dainty top. Then, the bow stretched out around his waist, which didn't pinch in like the girl it was meant for. "Nuh uh uh!" Argol scolded when the guard attempted to pass up the matching clip-on bow, used for the hair. "You cannot forget your headgear!"

"What about a helmet?" The guard retorted, flushing with building embarrassment.

"Looking cute is much more important!" Argol retorted, without even thinking. His mind was starting to run in overdrive. The entire situation was arousing him to no end. His cock had started to swell, thickening and stiffening beneath his skirt till it tented out the fabric, posting a pole beneath the droop of the skirt and hoisting it up to announce its needy presence. He could feel it entire length, pulsating and throbbing impatiently. It was starting to ooze an excited leak from the very tip, smearing into the soft cotton of his skirt's under layers of frilly additional fluff.

The guard, bending his gaze shyly and shamefully to the floor, fixed the bow into his hair. It hung a bit lopsided, without enough hair to cling onto on the man's short hair; but Argol still clapped gleefully. "Finally! You need your shoes!" Argol waved his hand down, pointing to the soft, bubblegum pink ballet flats that waited. They had ribbons that circled the ankle to hold them on and a tiny, innocent heel beneath the back end. The guard gulped, but didn't waver in his dedication as he pushed his massive, manly feet against the opening of the dainty shoes.

Argol clung to the moment with delight. "Oh yes!" He gasped to himself, staring at the man's discarded, hefty work boots sitting right beside his feet as he replaced his footwear with the better alternative. He didn't even whine about how long it took the guard to wiggle his huge foot into the much-too-small opening of the shoes because he loved the process so much. The contrast delighted him, the way the manly feet were so different from the cutsy shoes beneath him, intended not for burly, masculine guards but for dancing, light-footed girls instead. Yet, the ballet shoes felt so comfortable on Argol's own feet. He looked down at them, wiggling his toes inside the satin-lined insole with a giggle of delight. "Work boots are so uncomfortable, hot and sweaty, always getting dirty. These are much better! So light! So free!" He skipped up again, clapping his hands as he waited for the guard to realize this same thing.

Once his foot had been crammed inside, the guard gave a step forward and winced as his toes rammed up into the small space usually reserved for dainty, small-toed youths. The sound of the heel on the stone flooring of the outside barracks gave a loud, echoing clack; a sound which instantly sent a shudder down Argol's spine. "Oh... heavens..." he mumbled, listening for the echoed repeat of the click of the heel, softer as it repeated. He waved a hand, ushering the guard to continue walking forward as he watched with glassy eyes.

"Click clack. Click clack." Went the small, kitten heel on the ballet shoes. Argol relished how they echoed back. His eyes took in the bounce of the guard's skirt, flaring out around his beefy thighs. He loved the sight of his manly legs, hairy and girthy, now smoothed down inside the stockings. The bow in his hair wobble with every step, threatening to fall right out. Argol suddenly pictured his men in battle, their skirts all flying and bows fluttering in the air as they thrust and parried this way and that. "Oh... Oh yes!"

"Oh goodness! That sword!" Argol crooned, voice full of affection. "It wasn't cursed at all! It was so blessed! I've been given a gift!" His eyes raced over the sight of the guard, looking perfectly mismatched to the girly clothing hugging his form. "Oh! A gift I must share!" His voice lilted up, gleefully arching into a melodic dip and rise pattern. "I'm going to spread this joy with everyone! The joy of Lolita clothing! Of being a sissy!"

Just as his voice rang out, reaching the height of it's happiness; his cock gave a massive twitch, verging on orgasm and Argol felt his body suddenly stiffen. The same, leathery and sticky sensation of the latex form once again transformed his body into that of a lifeless sex doll. He felt his mouth pop open wide, forming the prepared hole with only pinky, soft gums inside. He felt his chest suddenly pucker with the swelling of breasts once again while his clothes shed off of him, revealing the heavy pair of tits that protruded from his top half, nipples stiffening rapidly on demand and the wide open sight of his crotch. His hands gave a small, final shudder with the leftover energy that coursed through them; but then he just went still, desperately horny and locked in place until someone decided to use him.

******

"Melody!" Malena's voice suddenly exploded out from her room as she summoned up her personal maid and knight, Melody to her side. Instantly, in response to her call, the sudden thud of the girl in the opposite room rushing to respond echoed back. Then, mere moment later, the girl rushed out into the hallway: "Coming, Mistress!" She hollered out, bursting through the door a second later with a huge smile plastered onto her face. "Oh! Miss!" She gasped, seeing Malena wearing the body hugging latex slip she currently wore and teetering on her high, high stiletto pumps as she tried to paint red lipstick onto her pouty, perpetually open mouth.

"You must help me!" Malena cried, eyes open wide as the stick of the lip paint waved through the air haphazardly.

"Of course! Oh, my! Of course. I'll get that trashy garb off you instantly! What a horrible joke! I can't believe how this could have-" The black haired maid lunged forward, her simple dress gave a fluttering motion around her thighs were it cut off with a hem of simplistic lace. Beneath, she wore matching black tights, also hemmed in the same white trimming. Her hair had been pulled up into two high pigtails atop her head, topped with her official hat. Her outfit was bred from a blend of simplicity and youth making it both flouncy and plain. Her eyes were wide as quarters at the sight of their respectable princess wearing the fetish-y latex wear that seemed to coat her body in a layer of shiny paint rather than actually be clothes. She felt actually scandalized at the mere sight of it, threatened and worried to see their princess having been transformed into something so worthless, some whore.

"What!? No! I need help! I must apply my makeup! I must attract the males, earn the cock, find my truth." Malena interrupted, eyes solemn as she spoke to her maid.

"Uh." Melody just blinked back, struggling to understand this brutal, abrupt change in her princess's behavior and attitude. She looked over the princess's face, inspecting it for some telltale sign of something else, some silent communication, anything that would explain this away! But instead she saw the woman with dark-rimmed eyeliner around her eyes, thick layers of mascara drawing her lashes up into thick veils above each eye, and the mess of red smearing around her lips as she tried to apply it. She looked, unquestionably, like a cheap sex club's dominatrix.

"Come! Come! You must help me put on my paint! It's so hard with my mouth-"

"Close your mouth?"

"I cannot! It's ready, always ready-"

"For?" Melody's brows were knit together, confusion painting the poor girl's entire face.

"For cock, dear. Obviously, why else would anything happen than for better pleasure and treatment of all the kingdoms dicks?" Again Malena looked at Melody with that dead pan expression that sent an utter chill down the girl's spine. Malena didn't even look pained by this logic anymore, but totally serious, at peace with the message she sent.

"Oh... Uh... Oh... Of course, excuse me." Melody stammered, shuffling towards the princess with her eyes wide and horrified. Yet, the instant she touched the princess's arm to help her; the changes spread.

The girl gave a gasp as she actually felt the magic pierce her. She could feel the magic, the potency of it based on her experience as a knight and her familiarity with attacking spells and demons. She could notice, at the least, when she'd been hexed. She gasped, letting her mouth open wide as the air exhaled out only to then feel it lock in place. She tried, heaving with the muscles in her jaw to lock her lips back shut, but they stayed fully open as her skin began to glow.

The shade began to morph, becoming pinkier and shinier as flesh began to melt into latex instead. It began to glisten, catching the light of its slick surface while Melody's eyes went even wider. She could see herself, fully captured in Malena's mirror as the changes began to take over her entire body. Her breasts, so small and young beneath her dress, instantly began to swell. No sex doll came with a meager chest! No! They began to inflate, growing a cup size a minute as they pumped full of air, filling up her changing latex-skin to the brim till they threatened to kiss her chin they were so oversized and full. Her hair too began to take on volume, building up to a curled, piled mess atop her head, fitting of a street walker, not a neat, prim maid of the court.

Then, with a shameful gasp, the knightly maid realized that her pussy was deepening, widening to accompany any cock, and rapidly starting to wetten. She could feel herself leaking onto her thighs. Suddenly, her smell a needy and earthy concoction flooded the air as well. Malena gave a sniff. "Mmm yessss!" She hissed out, clapping her latex gloved hands. "Summon them with your scent! Anything to remind them you're there for service! To please!"

"Ah! My beloved maid!" Malena sighed, looking proud of her staff member; but her words seemed to trigger something. The latex-y appearance of the girl began to lessen. Her skin started to normalize though her breasts stayed massive, only growing in heft as they filled with jiggling flesh and filler rather than mere doll-filling air.

"Oh!? What's this? A new definition in the class's clothing!" The princess whispered to herself, watching as her usually so prim maid became a mere whore. Her skirts length began to shorten and shorten while her tights shrunk down. Inch by inch, the bare flesh of her skinny legs began to appear beneath the rising skirt. At the same time, the dress began to hug inward. Not latex like the princess, such fetish wear would be reserved for royalty, but similar in the way it hugged her entire form without leaving anything to be discovered beneath the fabric.

"Your whole body will be on display! Clothes are a mere bow atop the package, but you can't have them unsure what is inside. Men are simple, so we must be simpler; so they do not feel overwhelmed by their fuck toys... They must find only delight upon looking..." Malena was reciting, a task usually taken on as Melody combed her hair, but instead of words on etiquette and ladyhood: "Always wipe your mouth after each bite, you mustn't ever be caught with a crumb in your lipstick!" Now, her advice had changed. "Leave the cum on your face, savor it's smell, it's taste. Let the collection build on your cheeks and forehead, bare it with honor to show how many cocks you've serviced!"

The young maid stared at her mistress with horror as her dress suddenly stopped high up on her thigh, letting her ass jut out and netted stockings replaced her old ones. The fishnet designed went all the way up to her butt, leaving only her crotch itself torn out roughly from the fabric to leave her leaking cunt on display. Droplets of her excitement, which to her own disgust, was only growing clung to the individual fabric strings of her slutty tights. "Ah! Yes! Display your body's glittering lust!" Malena encouraged, clapping. Her own cunt was leaking profusely. Thick globs of her sexual juices were pooling in her stretched lips, starting to puddle beneath her fuck hole on the carpet below. Her nipples had stiffened even further, becoming like diamonds jabbing into the fabric of her dress. Her breath had started to hitch, becoming more ragged as it puffed out with rising excitement. She loved watching this change occur, the prim and perfect maid becoming nothing but a drooling, horny, needy slut.

"Yes! YES! Look at you! You're giving in! You're finding your truth. This is nature. This is what a girl is truly like, any woman is truly like. You're just a slut, a whore, a collection of holes eager to be used." Melody whimpered, feeling her own nipples starting to grow, hardening with her own perpetual state of ready-to-use arousal.

"This is your truth! Yes! Yes!" Malena chanted, calling out excitedly. Melody grabbed at her head, moaning as she felt something ripple through her. She had a wealth of thought, rich with an intense vocabulary waiting until she had a chance to ask questions, to try and understand and suddenly that all went away. Her mind was emptying out, making space for memories of cocks, the knowledge of who liked which better a blowjob or a handjob, how to fuck in any position: the important knowledge.

The girl had utterly changed. Her before prim and neat dress was utterly gone. No longer did she wear a knee-length skirt, edged in lace trim and puffed out in a cupcake shape around her. Now she wore mere shreds of that in a slinky, metallic type clubbing dress that hugged to her breasts, which spilled from the top- one nipple already jutting out from above the upper neckline, and the bottom hem riding up the underside of her ass to expose crotchless panties with little pearls along the fleshy nub of her clitoris, only drawing more attention to the swollen, eager pink of her cunt. Her breasts were like balloons, filled to the brim and swollen with their own size. Her nipples sat atop, stiff and pleading for attention and poking into the fabric of her dress, at least the one that was tame enough to stay inside. Her thighs were covered in tight, slutty fishnet tights that were torn open at her cunt to leave her utterly open access for anyone. Then, on her feet, she wore tall, patent black leather boots that stood on teetering stiletto heel points and rose up to the very bottom of her thighs. Her hair piled on her head, high up and filled out with hairspray, daring it to stay in place even as a night of drinking and fucking began. Eyes rimmed heavily in kohl liner and lips pouty with red paint, the girl looked like she'd walked in from the back alley behind the pub, not from across the room in a tidy chamber for the wait staff.

Malena, so delighted, couldn't handle this entire change. Her body had started to quiver, shaking with glee. "Yes! She's so perfect! So slutty! So ready for men, for cocks!" Her hands twitched, trying to dive them into her leaking, wanton cunt but before she could her skin stiffened, becoming the hard latex that Melody would have been, if she'd been royalty before she was once more a lifeless, though attentive doll; silently waiting for a fuck.

******

It's months after Argol once discovered the enchanted sword. The kingdom is no longer buzzing with constant rumors, discussing what the princess did or didn't do. Yet, the culture has still changed indefinitely.

"Men! Time to walk perimeter! Get your lazy asses out of bed and hop to it!"

Click! Clatter! Clack!

The noisy chorus of heels slapping onto the floor with their first steps echoed through the barracks as each guard slid his tired soles into his pumps in preparation for the day. Petticoats slid down from the hooks beside their bunks and fluttered down against the flared bottoms of their skirts, each in a shade of pink, mint, or lilac depending on their rank.

"I get promoted to senior officer today-" One of the men said, turning to his partner for their early morning inspection of the grounds.

"Oh? Does that mean-?"

"Yes! I get to wear the lilac now!"

"And the real diamond in-set pumps?"

"The very ones!"

"Wow, you must be so proud of yourself."

"I had to tear a lot of stockings to get to where I am today..."

***

"You would not believe what I did last night..."

"What did you do, Linda?" The woman fixed her gaze on the other woman across the small, outdoor cafe table. The women were idle noblewoman, paid to life by their working husbands in the court and expected to spend the day chattering. As she spoke, her fingers idly traced along the low, diving neckline of the latex bodysuit she wore, the squeaking of the legs which whined each time she crossed and uncrossed her legs.

The woman across from her, who was sharing a story, wore a similar outfit; but in a shade of deep purple with the crotch entirely cut out, allowing her pussy to leak freely onto the seat of their dining table. "I tried the most amazing thing-"

"No way, do tell."

"Three week aged spunk, a sailor, hasn't blown his load in nearly a month. Been eating fish at sea. It was so salty, so rich in flavor."

"Oh that's no fair at all. All I could get my hands on was a single week, but he was flavorful! Wonderful when paired with another complimenting choice."

"You really should come over for an orgy sometime."

"Oh! I'd love to!" They tittered, holding hands over the table as the sun made them sweat into their latex.

***

"Breakfast is on the table in five minutes, ladies!" A sudden holler ran out through the kitchen, sending a panic through the working line cooks. Each of the woman, bending their spilling cleavage over steaming pots and rapidly mixing up the contents, spun into motion at the holler. They wobbled on huge platforms and thin heels, thrusting their trays out atop their giant breasts as short skirts rode up. An entire array of asses jutted out into the open air as they strided hurriedly forward into the main dining hall where the royal guard and family would gather to eat in mere moments.

Doo! Doo! Doo Dooooo!

The trumpet gave its hollering call to announce the opening of the banquet hall's doors as Princess Cumdump strode down the wide, main steps. Her entire staff followed behind her, jostling their escaping breasts back into their spilling necklines and trying to touch up their perpetuated smeared lipsticks. "Ladies and Gentleman!" An announcer hollered. "I present, Princess Cumdump our reigning Queen of the Whores!" A polite clap came from the gathered noble folk, all in similar layers of wet-looking latex while Malena strode out onto the glistening floor.

She wore an impressive latex body suit, cut short at the socket of her hips and leaving her long legs bare, though she wore a pair of high-rise, matching wet latex stockings to match with and tall, red platform heels to top it off. With each step, they gave a steady clack onto the floor, the small point of the stabby heel clicking while the front platform gave a more hearty noise. Her breasts bulged forward, heavy with cleavage as she waved her hands at everyone, fingers still a bit webbed and latex-y from her morning raging with arousal. Her mouth, of course, hung open in a trapped O, always leaving her open to service anyone.

Yet, she looked utterly delighted. Everyone looked delighted. The entire kingdom hummed with life. Everyone put their clothes on in the morning with an ebbing sensation of delight. They slipped into their shoes, be it flats, pumps, or stilettos with a skip in their step. They left their house smelling of jizz or fresh flowers woven into their hair with an air of confidence and happiness they'd never known before. For once, everyone seemed to truly have found exactly the style that fit them.

And in the main room of the dining hall, fixed above the fireplace, sat a glistening, intricately carved metal sword blade.