[Sissification, Urethral Play, Feminization, Femdom]

The Dark Lord had fallen. Her reign of terror had come to an end, and the turmoil that spread throughout the land finally ceased. All thanks to the efforts of one young and adorable hero. Though he wished to end this with peace, she forced his hand. And with the holy sword by his side, he struck through her heart, leaving her to collapse and be reduced to nothing more than specks of darkness..

The Hero's name was Florin. He was an adorable young man that had been taught from a young age that he was destined for great things. And though he was alone on his journey, he soldiered on. He managed to acquire the blessing of the fae, and the support of the kingdoms he freed. All while carrying nothing on his back but his sword, because he didn't want to burden anybody else with his responsibility.

Underneath his armor was a lithe yet toned form. He had never trained before setting out on his journey. And you wouldn't expect a young man like him to be responsible for saving the world from the Dark Lord's influence. But his journey had hardened him. If he spotted an enemy, that body of his would tense up and bulge with strength as he slashed through. All for the sake of the world that he wanted to protect.

But the thing that stood out most about Florin was not his feminine yet strong body. No, it was his expression and his face. Because despite his heroic activities and his attempt to grow stronger for the sake of the world that he held near and dear... He was positively beautiful. Gentle green hair decorated his head, with only a few messy locks reaching beneath his shoulders. His bright emerald eyes were filled with hope, and if you were to look at him when he wasn't wearing his armor, you would almost believe that he was a girl with how gentle he was. He would definitely prove you wrong, however. Whether by adamantly clinging to his manhood, or just shrugging it off if he wasn't in a particularly agreeable mood.

Now that Florin had managed to win against the Dark Lord, he was hailed as a Hero. The Hero Florin, a name that would echo out through the ages and no doubt be remembered fondly. And his efforts already bore fruit as well, as he was invited to one of the Kingdoms. So that he could meet with the Queen that had started it all. The Queen that had beckoned him onto this journey with a letter of hers.

Queen Guinevere wanted to see him. And he truly didn't expect anything foul about those summons, until it was far too late...

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"Queen Guinevere..?"

Florin called out for the Queen as he made his way into her throne room, letting the sound of his boots echo out as he gazed around. He had to admit, he expected her castle to be manned by a lot of knights to properly reflect her authority. And yet he saw nothing of the sort. Just a bunch of maids, each of them blushing every time he gazed towards them. Very, very strange...

And the situation only grew stranger as he entered the Queen's throne room. Because she wasn't actually sitting on the throne. The throne was completely empty. Where was the Queen? Had she disappeared while he was off defeating the Dark Lord? Or was she... Was she dead? Had he received her summons too late? No, there's no way that could be true. If it was, then the maids would no doubt be mourning. But they didn't seem bothered in the slightest. At least not until he gazed upon them.

The feminine Hero slowly took a few more steps forward, still trying to gaze around to try and find the Queen. "Queen Guinevere! Are you here?! Please, tell me! I came as you asked, and it's actually kind of rude for you to just hide away after you invited me here!" As helpful and as kind as Florin was, he wasn't too patient. Which might've actually been the real reason why he traveled alone instead of with companions. He knew his faults, and didn't want to bother anybody with his impatience.

With every step he took, it was like something was weighing down on him. And the more he breathed, the heavier the air around him grew. It was like some kind of miasma had filled the throne room. Had the Dark Lord found a way to survive..? That was the only explanation. At least, this thick air was almost akin to the kind of miasma that she produced. The arousing fumes that almost disabled him when he tried to fight against her and save the world...

"My my. You really came. Thank you, Florin."

A maternal and caring tone echoed out through the throne room, as a set of massive doors opened behind the throne. The doors were practically invisible prior to them opening, because they looked like a part of the wall. But there they were. Doors that led straight into a massive and extra regal bedroom. And who would he find on the queen-sized bed within, than the Queen herself... A Queen that, even at the distance he was standing, looked like she towered over him...

Queen Guinevere. While he had not met her before, there were plenty of rumors that surrounded her. She was one of the strongest women in the entire world. Fueled by magic that seemed to be long forgotten, and experienced with a blade to the point where she personally trained her elite guard. And yet despite all her strength, she looked to him to help her deal with the Dark Lord. Because she knew that her subjects wouldn't allow her to leave them, for fear that she would fall due to the Dark Lord's machinations.

As Florin gazed upon the large woman laying on that incredibly soft bed, he barely noticed that the miasma was leaking from her. If he had been paying attention, he would've noticed that this wasn't miasma. At least, not in the traditional sense. With how it wafted off her, it was more like a thick coat of pheromones. Which would explain why his pants were growing more and more strained the more he inhaled...

Of course, there was no way that he could truly pay attention to anything but her. Not just because he had already been pulled under the sway of her thick pheromones, but because she was a beauty in her own right. While Florin wasn't exactly the most manly specimen, resulting in his less than stellar height, Queen Guinevere was a woman that towered over her subjects. She was like an Amazon in that way, though even Amazons had trouble matching her height. Combine that with her long and elegantly golden hair, and she looked beyond beautiful. Especially with those curves as well. Those heavy melons that pushed against her... her...

Florin blushed as he came closer to her bed. He had heard that Guinevere was a beautiful woman, but the pheromones made him focus on what was more important for a horny young man like him. And that was her breasts and her hips. Her massive melons, her extreme udders, her fat tits... Those mounds were no doubt able to feed a full brood of young. And the hips that matched her breasts were just as wide. She looked like she could give birth to a brood of young... And still not be winded by the birth, nor easy to drain given just how much milk seemed to slosh around inside her.

"You're staring quite intently, dear Florin. Why don't you take off those stuffy clothes and climb into bed with me?" Queen Guinevere said, as she beckoned him to come closer. All while her current attire started to burn into his eyes. She was... She was wearing a string bikini. He had seen succubi wear these, especially when they tried to seduce him. And it had almost worked before. But now that she was wearing one, with that massive body of hers that tempted him in such a tender way... How was he supposed to resist her? All he could do was just walk straight ahead, a bigger and bigger blush forming on his face.

Florin should've noticed that something was wrong when she beckoned him to join her like this. And yet he couldn't think straight. All he could do was just slowly remove his garments. Letting his armor fall to the floor, alongside any other clothes that would've clung to his form. Leaving the lithe yet strong Hero completely disarmed, with his throbbingly erect cock now fully attentive. That meaty pillar begging to be played with, especially as he climbed onto the bed where the Queen laid. He... He wanted to be with her...

Her scent grew more and more potent the closer he got, which made it harder and harder for Florin to keep his arousal in check. He could feel subtle bubbles dribbling down his shaft, all while he inhaled the Queen's scent. It was like... It was like she was a Succubus. There was no other explanation as to how she was able to seduce him and enthrall him this thoroughly. Not that he would accuse her of doing so, not that he even could considering his current state of mind.

Queen Guinevere giggled as she watched the adorably feminine Hero get closer, yet closer. All while she slowly licked her lips. "You really are adorable, Florin. To think you were able to defeat one of my shades like that. And yet here you are. In front of the woman that you were trying to defeat, and you start to tumble and break apart in mere moments..."

Florin had sunk too far into his aroused delusions to notice what she was doing. She was saying such... Such blatantly worrying things. But all he could do was stare at her with a needy look in his eyes. A needy look that betrayed how heroic he had been just a short while ago.

"Adorable." Guinevere said, as she slowly rested a single finger underneath his chin, bringing his head up slightly so they could see eye-to-eye. All while licking her lips once to make sure they were nice and wet, before pressing both up against his as well.

The feminine Hero let out a moan after being kissed like this. It was a very brief kiss, but he could feel something twisting and turning inside him. And only then did he start to gain some form of lucidity, as his cock trembled and throbbed and tried to suppress him with more pleasure. "Q-Queen Guinevere... W-What's... What's this feeling..?"

Queen Guinevere chuckled as she reached down to the youth's shaft, slowly letting her fingers stroke along it with a smile on her face. "I gave you a tiny gift. A reward for besting that shade. Just as I had given the previous Hero a gift, one that twisted him into that Dark Lord. Frankly, I'm ashamed that he ended up twisted like that. Even if his eventual female form was something that tantalizing..."

"W-Wha..?" Florin didn't understand. He was drowning in pleasure, and all he could do in response to her constant teasing was just moaning and trembling more, struggling to truly keep control of himself. She... She had been behind the Dark Lord..? B-But... If she... If that was the case, then...

Another moan left his lips. All while it seemed like strength left him. Or rather, it gathered in a certain spot. He could feel his body being weighed down by something, and only as he barely managed to gaze below did he notice what had happened. His balls... They were looking a lot heftier than usual. Bubbling and heaving thanks to everything packed into them.

"Adorable. Utterly adorable. To think you were so strong, and yet a little taste of what I have to give makes you crumble completely." Queen Guinevere said, before letting her eyes meet his. All so he could see her eyes take on a slightly black shade. Not unlike the eyes that gazed upon him when he faced off against the Dark Lord. "You defeated the Dark Lord, Hero Florin. But I was the one that allowed her to take form. And now, I want you to take her place. Not as an enemy, but as my adorable Princess."

It was incredibly difficult for Florin to process what he was hearing. Mostly due to the pleasure rushing through him. But he tried his best to break past the horny haze. "W-Why... W-Why would you do something like this? Why..?!" He truly didn't understand. And his understanding was slipping as well, gasping as his balls filled up and sloshed even more violently. His strength turning into nothing more than cum...

"Amusement." Queen Guinevere said, as she snapped her fingers, letting the holy sword that Florin had used to beat down her former consort-turned-Dark Lord appear in her hands. "I've lived much longer than you could ever imagine, dear Florin. And all the strength, all the power that I've accumulated over these long years... I just wanted to have a bit of fun with them. I'm sure you'll understand, once I give you another taste. You'll be utterly dependent... And utterly adorable."

Florin watched, his mood stuck somewhere between horrified and blissfully aroused, as his blade shrunk. The holy sword that he had used to defeat the 'Dark Lord' shrank and shrank, until it was so painfully tiny that it couldn't be used as anything more than a toothpick. It was utterly useless like this. And yet, seeing his weapon shrink into uselessness like this just served to arouse him further. Maybe it was the way she was dominating him that was quickly making him accept this kind of treatment...

Queen Guinevere's serene yet horrifying smile only grew as she snapped her fingers yet again. And the holy blade quickly spun around until it pointed towards its next sheath, before shooting off in that direction. Diagonally down, towards its throbbing hole...

An overwhelmed scream echoed out as Florin's urethra was invaded by this incredibly tiny blade, sheathing the sword inside of his cock. It didn't hurt. It didn't hurt in the slightest. But he was beyond sensitive. And having something slide into his cock like this was enough to make his eyes roll into the back of his head. Not only that, but it was like something was filling up his shaft once the holy sword had found its home, prompting him to tremble more and more. It was like... It was like...

Florin moaned more as everything he came to understand about this manipulative Queen quickly started to sink into his balls, which were being compressed despite how much was currently sloshing around inside. In fact, all of his masculinity was being compressed into a single spot, with holy energies form around them and shutting them inside a glowing orb. A nulge. Just as he had managed to strike down and seal the Dark Lord with the holy sword, Queen Guinevere had sealed away his manhood by sticking that sword into his shaft.

And with his manhood shut away like this, all he could do was moan as his feminine body continued to grow more and more feminine. Hair grew longer and longer until it reached all the way down to his hips, his lips plumping out until they were covered in glossy golden colors like his Queen's, and his eyes taking on a pink tint while everything that made him seem ready to protect the world and the people he loved was erased...

Leaving behind nothing more than a feminized boy that was still trembling, especially as he futilely tried to rub his holy nulge. He was gasping. He was panting. And he was trying his best to fight against what had happened to him. But he couldn't fight back at this point. All he could do was squeeze and grasp. Begging for release, despite knowing that none would come. He was so adorably hopeless. Such a complete mess in every sense of the word.

All he could do now was listen to his Queen's haunting giggles, as his heroic days came to an end...

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Little by little, Florin's adventure faded from public consciousness. The idea that the world had ever been threatened by a Dark Lord became little more than folklore. Because why would a world like this need to worry, when their Queens were more than ready to protect them?

Lady Guinevere made sure that her subjects remained safe and secure. Always protecting them. Always keeping them in her heart. And at her side, her beloved consort... Her beloved Princess Flora. She had always been at her side as well, despite the fact she had just made her appearance one day.

Nobody realized that Flora was the Hero that had saved them. She was far too feminine. Her long locks. Her beautiful lips. And her demure personality when compared to her loving Queen... None of it matched the Hero. And despite their Hero being right in front of them every day, none of them realized it.

Flora... Flora couldn't even remember her own self at this point. Nor could she fight against the thought of her sissified self being her genuine self. This feminized sissy self of hers... The sissy that was never allowed to cum, never allowed to think independently, and never allowed to do anything that contradicted her new role. Even just acknowledging her former masculinity was enough to make her holy nulge throb and drain more into it. If she ever were to cum, the effects on her dominated psyche would no doubt be catastrophic.

Not that she cared. She was her beloved Queen's consort. And as long as that domineering Queen wished for her to stay at her side, she would remain there. Because that was her role. That was what she wished for her...

And what the Queens of the land wanted, they would get. That was the law of this land...