(Woman to Various)
Pig
“Hrrnk.”
Danitha Capasen grunted as she fell to all fours, falling victim to the Curse of the Swine just as the other Benalish knights had. She knew it was impossible, she knew that she should try and resist this…
Instead she found herself clumsily trotting towards the scraps of food spilled by the fallen members of her order. Drool dripped from her chin as she leaned in to devour some bread soaked in soup and wine, then it dripped onto her aggressor’s hand.
She looked dimwittedly into the Therosi woman’s eyes, grunting and huffing through her heart-shaped, flattened nose. Her butt wiggled with the attention she was getting, and she nudged insistently at the woman’s hands, trying to get past her to the food.
“My my, you are a strong one… Resisting my changes thus far.” The brown-haired woman spoke idly. She looked like a goddess given human form, and Danitha felt her heart race at the sight of her gorgeous form. “You must be a rather legendary sort of creature… Tell me, have you heard of where my dear Kytheon is?”
Danitha didn’t know a Kytheon. She knew a Gideon, though… She mentally rolled in pleasure at the thought of pleasing the woman, and she nudged into the brunette’s supple palms. “Grrnk-RUIII!” She squealed, smiling as best her changing body could allow.
“Hm. Pity.” The Therosi woman turned. Apparently that wasn’t enough for her, and she let Danitha’s head fall from her hands, turning and walking for the door. It had been five minutes since she’d entered the castle, five hellish minutes of men and women becoming animals. That was all it took before she evidently lost interest.
Danitha’s heart ached with loss at the fact that she wasn’t able to please the woman, then her ample gut growled. The slight pot belly she’d grown already barreled out into a proper porcine trunk, and the knight found herself turning towards the food once more.
Well… Calling it food was a little bit of an exaggeration, but that didn’t diminish her appetite in the slightest. She opened her maw, hungrily snacking on the food, twitching her perked piggy ears with pleasure.
Her mind slipped from her head as food slipped down her gullet, and she began to feel a… Panic? She wasn’t too sure of it anymore, wasn’t too sure of anything. All the woman, no, the sow, wanted was to keep eating, to get nice and fat, then to rut with one of the nearby boars.
The fact that the other sows nearby were currently being bred hadn’t escaped her, and she groaned as her sex darkened and thickened, dripping with animal lust. The sow shoved her face harder into the food, imagining a mate coming up behind her, thrusting into her, fucking her like the beast she was.
She finished the pile of food before herself, then started to move onto the next one-only to halt as her boar squealed from atop her. The sow was so stupid that she hadn’t even noticed her dreams had become a reality, so focused on food was she.
She squealed with delight, rocking back against the boar, mashing her sex against his cock. The knight of New Benalia was forever gone, and in her place was a horny, contented sow.
Blow up sex doll
Danitha moaned openly, her sword’s hilt shoved so far into her pussy that she might confuse nearby virgins to the defense mechanisms of the female sex. She didn’t care, nor did she care about the fact that her body was beginning to stiffen, latex overtaking skin.
“Haah… Haaah…” She panted, groaning, looking down to her gorgeous tanned body. She lifted a hand and turned it in the light of the evening sun, watching as the plastic of her body shimmered beneath its glare.
This was… A curse? That’s what Jhoira had said, a few seconds before she’d started squeaking. Now the inflatable doll rested against the Weatherlight’s bow, her compass still buried within her vagina. Danitha didn’t understand how this could be a curse, this was like a reward saved for the most virtuous of paragons.
“Haah… HNN! Haaah…” Danitha drooled, her breasts jiggling as she rocked against her blade’s grip. The soft mounds continued to quake for a matter of seconds, though their motion stilled more and more as the fat in her breasts was replaced with nothing but air.
Air… It felt so good filling her, and the Benalish knight let out a lust-addled giggle, before gulping in a massive breath of air. It caused her ass, her breasts, and even her belly to swell, She giggled loudly with amusement at this, breathing in another gulp, and another, and another.
Soon her arms and legs were sticking out at odd angles, and all she could do was roll her stiffening hips back and forth, groaning and moaning with empty, brainless lust. “Haah… Haaah…” She looked down to her hands, finding a pair of mittens attached to her wrists.
Danitha hadn’t even noticed her fingers merging together, becoming a pair of useless, soft nubs. Her thumbs protruded from these, but only slightly. Of course, she didn’t mind that-after all, what use did a dumb fucktoy have for hands?
“Hhhggrk… HHEEEK! EEEEK!” Her mouth opened to a round ‘O’, eyes glazing as her voice box was replaced with a squeaker. The woman’s glazed eyes began to harden, soon becoming a similar texture of latex to that of her body-albeit covered in cheap paint.
“HEEEK! EEEK!” It was the closest sensation Danitha would get to climax for the rest of her life, and one that would encompass what little remained of her mind. In truth, she wasn’t entirely gone, hadn’t mentally succumbed to the change.
But she might as well have.
Her mind was little more than a sex-addled blur, craving cock at all times she was empty, craving more at all times she was filled. She didn’t have the capacity to wonder if the others could still think. She didn’t have the fortitude to want to be freed of this prison. All she had was lust, and she was never truly satisfied.
Monkey
Danitha was a monkey. Granted, she was a furious monkey that would kill the spellcaster the second his transformative magic wore off-but she was a monkey, nonetheless. She scowled, crawling on all fours and looking up to the caster’s mentor.
Teferi smiled down to her, then to his apprentice. “Very good, but you have forgotten one component to the spell. She still retains all her abilities.”
Danitha glowered, before crossing her arms. “Guhhoook.” She managed, her simian lips struggling and failing to make anything close to human speech.
“You see, we can go about this in one of two ways. We can destroy the original, and in its stead replace it with a monkey. Or, we can go about it in another manner altogether. I prefer a different route…” He waved his fingers, looking to Danitha mischievously.
Immediately the monkey had a feeling of distrust and distaste for the man, and she bared her teeth apprehensively. He was doing something to her mind, making it easier to think of herself as a monkey, and not as Danitha.
“You remember ovinization, I’m sure. I am disappointed that the spell isn’t making a resurgence in Dominarian culture, but I suppose it is a little… Chaotic.” Teferi smiled at some joke she didn’t quite recognize.
Then he continued to speak, saying words she didn’t recognize either. Her eyes widened and she pawed at her jug ears, struggling to make sense of them. The student was nodding sagely, as though he was speaking Common-but then if he was, why wasn’t she able to understand?
Teferi must have seen some of the conflict in her eyes, because he made a silly face at her, twirling a finger around his ear. It took Danitha a few moments to realize his meaning: that she was being made dumber, and that there was precious little she could do about it.
Desperately, the woman tried to struggle to retain her thoughts, to keep her mind her own. It was utterly, completely useless.
She pressed her simian hands against the side of her head, grunting softly, eyes glazing over as years of learning faded away to nothingness. “GUHOOK! AAH AAH AAH!” She drooled, hands slowly moving from pressing against her head to scratching under her arms.
The two wizards laughed at what was once a knight, now little more than a simian imbecile. To her credit, she did realize the sounds were those of amusement-even if she didn’t notice that they were directed at her.
The monkey that was Danitha Capashen itched at her underarms before hobbling over to a nearby termite colony, poking it with her fingers and slipping an occasional grub into her mouth. In a few hours, the woman would be mortified to remember what she’d been up to. Now, all she cared about was getting a quick snack in.
Peach
Danitha’s cheeks bulged, and she looked to the candy store owner with shock and distress. “Gulmph!” She managed, her bulged cheeks puffed up in distress. The knight had arrived here in search of a quick snack, and had ended up becoming a snack herself.
Indelsa, the shop’s owner, simply trailed a finger under Danitha’s swelling chin. She lifted a second finger to stroke the once-toned woman’s second chin as it came in, then brought both to her drooling lips.
“Whuth awwr oo doinnn?” Danithat slurred, hating how her fattening body was jiggling. She groaned, a arms lifting to her sides as her body bloated, as though she was being inflated. “Pweeth! Thtop puttin’ air in meee!”
“Air? No, it’s not air. It’s juice.” Indelsa purred, bringing her drool-soaked fingers to her lips. She licked them clean, nodding to herself. “Peach juice, to be precise. Excelled, I needed some to make my peach-and-cream tarts.”
“Pweech n cweeam?” Danitha groaned, eyes squeezing shut as her body jiggled. Every motion she made caused her fat belly to shake, which in turn shook her massive breasts, which in turn shook her from cankle to jowl.
She had once been so trim, so fit… Now look at her, fit for a literal pasture. She whimpered plaintively, trying to come up with some means of bargaining to the lunatic candymaker. Unfortunately, her fat was so thick that she couldn’t even open her mouth.
Drool dribbled past her lips, and her form itched all over. She couldn’t scratch at herself though, her fat was holding her arms steady as surely as any manacle could. The woman simply quavered and jiggled, feeling short and soft hairs cover her from head to toe.
Like it or not, she was becoming a peach… Well, and for that matter, she didn’t like it. The woman struggled fruitlessly, desperately wishing she could pulp the candymaker. Of course, she had to leave such seeds of discontent as simply flights of fancy, a pit settling deep in her gut as her head began to slip into her shoulders.
Her fat body was losing all of its humanity, gushing juicy fat having replaced all of her hard muscle, making her unsuited for ever wearing armor again. She wondered for a moment if anyone would be able to recognize her as Danitha Capashen, or if they’d see simply a peach-then decided that she didn’t want the answer.
Her peachlike body jiggled softly as it finished its changes, and her mind emptied. It was sudden and utterly complete, thoughts and memories dissipating into juice in an instant. All that was left was a ripe fruit, and one that was ready for the juicing.
Dog
Danitha sighed, gripping her sword with a hand and walking towards the spellcaster. “Allow me to deal with him.” She sighed, a flexing her muscles cockily.
This would be fun, she thought. Honestly, it had been a number of weeks since she was able to properly use her martial skills-the Weatherlight’s crew was so insultingly busy with high adventure and classic fantasy that they’d barely spent time on proper combat.
Now, though… Faced with a proper opponent… She beamed, watching as the man traced a rune in the air idly. Magic would do little against her armor, though it seemed the simpleton wasn’t used to that. Nor was he used to facing a knight of New Benalia, for the man clearly thought he could make small talk in the scant seconds before she dove upon him.
“How… Progressive.” He smiled softly, before tapping a spot in the center of his rune. “Honestly, as far as I’m concerned, you’re a right bitch. No offense to the rest of womankind, you just give off that kind of vibe. But bitches shouldn’t know how to use swords, should they?”
A clatter echoed through the air, and Danitha looked down to find her weapon on the ground. No, not her weapon… Just a weapon. After all, she didn’t even know where to hold a sword, let alone how to use one.
She sensed that something was wrong, looking up to the man then back to the rest of her crew. They looked as shocked as she was, and she turned towards the caster, hackles rising. “What did you just do to me?”
“The same thing I’ll do to anyone who tries to cross me. Of course, that might be a little hard for a dumb bitch like you to comprehend.”
At his words, she staggered, eyes glazing. She giggled at the pretty colors on the sw… The sw… The sharp-thingy that was on the ground. The woman twirled a finger through her hair, tilting her head and fidgeting in place. “Um… Like… That’s a big word, sir…”
The gathered Weatherlight crew gasped in shock, then gasped again as the man continued to speak. “I’m sorry, but that was more for your friends than it was for you. After all, dumb mutts can’t really speak English, can they?”
This time, Danitha realized something was wrong. “Wurff! Rowf!” She barked, feeling her head cloud, feeling her brain blank between her ears. She blinked in dumb horror, dropping to all fours and acting like a dog, panting and whimpering.
“Okay, that’s enough of a point made. Have you heard of an Irish Setter? Doubtful, since they’re not native to Dominaria. Regardless, scamper over to your friends now. By the time you reach them, you’ll find you’re more beast than bitch.”
Danitha turned, and grunted as her hands cramped into paws. She still retained enough of her mind to realize what was happening, and to know that she should resist the compulsion placed upon herself. Unfortunately, she didn’t retain enough intelligence to realize such a feat was impossible.
“Hrrff! Grrowf!” Danitha barked helplessly, her paws carrying her closer and closer to her friends and her damnation alike. Her ears flopped down past her chin, then past her shoulders. Her hair grew lush and soft, spreading along her body like wildfire until she was cloaked in brown fur.
The woman’s armor simply fell from her form as it began to diminish, though her clothing remained stubbornly attached. The growing canine portion of her mind brought her to shake her furry body, her lush hairs swishing beneath her constricting clothes.
As her muzzle began to stretch out, the knight paused. Her nose was dark and spongy, though her muzzle had yet to fully extend. She licked at it as she pressed her paws against her clothes, huffing and panting as she slowly extricated herself from the thick fabric.
The instant she was free, Danitha drooled happily, barking and bounding towards the crew. Her muzzle creaked from her front as a tail creaked from her back, and she waggled it madly. She didn’t want to forget who she was, but this new life as a dog was so happy, so dimwitted and carefree!
She leapt into Tiana’s arms, forgetting all of her human life, content with licking the angel’s face again and again and again. The bitch panted and slavered happily, nuzzling her new owner and enjoying her timid, wary pets.
The remainder of the crew wisely elected not to trifle with the spellcaster.