“Gosh this is boring...for an S-rank quest you’d think it’d be more than just one dingy dungeon and a couple of skeletons…”

The grumblings of a young man echo down the chiselled stone corridors as the adventurer kicks over a pile of bones that had been trying their best to take his head off of his shoulders just seconds before. Sighing, he makes his way out of the empty room, unaware of the shadowy figure stalking him in the shadows.

This was Shorty, a young lad that had made his mark as a top tier adventurer, slaying legendary beasts and clearing difficult dungeons and requests throughout the land. The people lauded him for his bravery and charisma, but he didn’t see things too positively though. On one hand, he loved the attention and the ladies that would swoon over him, but he soon grew bored. He wanted the challenge of facing an overwhelming foe, the thrill of navigating a perilous dungeon, but he knew deep down those chances were close to nil at this point. He also wasn’t one to acknowledge his failures; from underestimating his foes to not thinking things through before engaging. He'd done well on his own so far with brute strength, but if he messed up against a superior foe, he’d be done for.

Shorty had taken to wandering the fields at night, camping out whenever he could just to avoid the eyes of the public. He knew the risks of being caught by roving bandits or a wandering beast, but he honestly preferred it over the constant fawning and praises tossed his way by villagers and nobles alike. He hadn’t even bothered to go back to the Guild to collect his reward for the quest he’d taken before deciding to set up camp for the day in a wooded area.

As the hours flew by, Shorty drifted off into blissful sleep, unaware of the figure from the ruins watching him. Pouncing as it sees its chance, nimble feet and nocturnal senses keeping it hidden as it whisks the slumbering adventurer into the night, bundled in his own sleeping bag as the figure makes its way back to the ruins with its prize in tow.

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“Ugh what the heck? My neck’s killing me...and why’s it so cold?” After what felt like hours, Shorty would awaken with a groan, wondering if he had slept in a bad posture. Looking around though, he had his answer; he was lying in the middle of the room where he’d fought those skeletons yesterday, splayed out on the rugged stone floor. Except now most of the rubble was gone and the bones had vanished. Was he kidnapped?

Whoever it was though, Shorty had to be vigilant, if they had been stealthy enough to drag him here without waking him despite his skills and instinct as an S-ranked adventurer, they were no doubt skilled opponents. Maybe an assassin? Or maybe an Imp, Alek had known them to be sneaky enemies who utilized the cover of night for stealth.

“Finally awake sleepy? You’re heavier than you look y’know?” At the sound of the sultry voice ringing out from behind him, Shorty spins round, hand gripped on his sword as he enters a defensive stance. Before gawking at the attractive babe leaning against a fallen pillar, bright pink pupils eyeing him up and down. Alek couldn’t believe his eyes, it was a Succubus!

Of all the things that could’ve caught him, it was one of the scantily clad demon women known only for their looks and nothing else. Shorty knew he couldn’t underestimate one of them though, their charm magic was incredibly potent. Dashing forward in the blink of an eye, he raises his blade, prepared to strike. Before the blade could connect however, the nimble devil scooted over to the left with a quick flap of her wings, giggling as she dodges the blow with ease.

“Damnit, hold still you wench!” Unbeknownst to the enraged man however, each flap of the Succubus’ wings scattered the surroundings with a layer of fine pink powder, Shorty inhaling a generous amount with each failed swing. Soon, Shorty’s body would undergo changes; losing muscle mass, reduced height, body hair slowly wilting away. He would soon be left panting, the effort of each step, each swing, taking its toll on his newly reformed body as he slumped to his knees, eyes glued to the armor and clothes that once fit him snugly now hanging loosely off of him, muscled arms and calloused hands reduced to skinny limbs that showed zero signs of training. In his anger, the demon had sapped him of his strength without his notice. He messed up big time.

The sounds of slow clapping draw his haggard gaze upward, as Shorty stares in defiance at the Succubus, sashaying her way over to him as she looks down at him with a look of boredom, clearly unimpressed.”You’ve had your fun boy! Now it's my turn to repay the favour!” Spitting at her feet, Shorty glares back into her eyes. He could at least die with the satisfaction of watching the haughty demon girl’s eyes twitch in anger. “Do your wor-GHRG!”

With a black flash, the Succubus’ heart-shaped tail whipped round, stuffing itself deep down Shorty's throat. Gagging him and making him feel sick as demonic energies flow into him. Shorty groans as he begins to feel weird, glancing down as he sees his slender body rippling with changes; budding breasts beginning to form as his arms fill with fat and tender flesh, blistered hand smoothing out into dainty digits as he feels his hair lengthen, tickling his cheeks. He wouldn’t let her humiliate him any further, biting and swinging his head back and forth as his frail arms wrap around the tail lodged in his mouth.

Shorty’s attempts at dislodging the Succubus only seemed to bring pleasure to her as he sinks his teeth into the rubbery tail, forcing cries of pleasure and giggles out of the demon. “Ahn! Stop-eek-squirming! If you keep this-kyahn-up, I won’t be-ohhh-able to control myself~” With an exaggerated squeal, the pink haired demon twitches as she shuffles in place, the pulsing energies within her tail growing till a visible pink aura forms in the air, Shorty panicking as the changes begin to accelerate, starting with his face as his lips plump up into kissable cushions, his eyelashes lengthening as his eyes round out into sleek almonds, black hair growing out to shoulder length as his Adams Apple vanishes completely, his groans turning into needy, feminine moaning as a burning sensation begins to spread within his softening belly.

Shorty’s trashing soon stops, his slender arms hanging limply by his side as his head bobs back and forth in a rhythm, happy moans and groans emanating from the rapidly feminizing man as his armor begins to fall off his shrinking body, hitting the floor with a thud as massive double-D boobs shred the thin undershirt apart, fat pink nipples erect in the frigid air as the perky melons come to rest. With an audible slurp, Shorty begins to wrap his tongue around the Succubus’ tail, a dainty hand wrapping round and stroking gently as her demonic energies cast a lustful haze over the adventurer’s mind. “Aww that's a good girl! You’re already turning out to be such a good-ahn-pet!” With a gentle pat on the head, Shorty stares at the Succubus with ditzy eyes, anger and panic, a distant memory as all he can think of is pleasing his mistress.

As his loincloth and pants come loose to reveal his shrivelling manhood, Shorty feels the tail of the demon beginning to bulge and twitch in his throat. With a gurgled gasp of surprise, Shorty can do nothing as he feels massive amounts of sweet tasting fluid spurt out of the tip of the tail, filling his belly and nauseating him as the hot, spunky load threatens to leak out of his mouth. As if in response, his manhood twitches and lets out a spray of hot semen, staining the rocks with his seed as he moans out in ecstasy, the tail of the Succubus withdrawing from his sopping wet lips with a pop as his penis finally gives in, excess skin forming puffy vulva lips as his testicles withdraw into his body,settling snugly alongside the freshly formed womb, his formerly proud 12-incher reduced to a quivering nub of sensitive flesh, right atop the gaping wet slit that signified Shorty’s transition from man to woman.

Once it’s over, she crumples to the floor with a sigh, her heaving breasts rising and falling with each breath as the foggy haze in her mind clears, seductive eyes looking around in a daze as saliva and other fluids drip down her sparkling lips and onto her small chin. Where the defeated adventurer once stood, now lies a beautiful woman in the throes of orgasmic bliss. Shorty grits her teeth, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as the vivid memories of that pseudo blowjob she’d been forced to perform run through her mind.

The Succubus steps back, giggling as she admires her handiwork. “There, all done! I must say, i was planning for you to be just another lowly servant in my royal court for doing the great honour of clearing my home for me...but that tongue of yours might just make you worthy of being my personal sex doll! Kahaha!”

“‘Servant’? ‘Court’? ‘Sex Doll’? What’re you on about? I came to these dingy ruins to kill some simple skeletons, that's all!” With a cute head tilt, the demon girl shoots a puzzled look at Shorty’s words. “These ‘dingy ruins’ as you call it, are my home! The former home of THE great Demon Empress Salacia! Have you not heard of my name around these parts?” Snorting as she wipes a fleck of cum off her smooth leg with a shiver, Shorty sneers at the Succubus. “No I haven't! Now turn me back if you’re done playing ar-!”

With a shout of surprise, Shorty’s arms, neck and mouth are bound with magic as Salacia frowns disapprovingly at the raging woman. “Clearly you don’t know your place, I gave you a chance for that disgusting act earlier but now you spit on my gift!” With a rising voice, Salacia utters an incantation in an unfamiliar language, Alek’s eyes widening as she finishes her spell, the magical binds vanishing as she rubs her wrist, eyes glued to the glowing symbol tattooed across her warm belly, right above where her new womb should be. “You are now my plaything, your very form malleable to my every wish...for example...let's see, become my bodyguard!” With a smirk and a snap of her fingers, Shorty groans as her body shifts and changes rapidly, her tomboyish cut morphs into a cute bob style, black hair dyeing itself a brilliant silver as armor forms over a materializing maid’s dress.Within seconds, the naked tomboy had been turned into the spitting image of a combat maid, pristine armor glinting in the torchlight as Shorty fumbles around, gauntleted arms awkwardly exploring her new outfit as her she glances awkwardly at Salacia, all hostility in her eyes gone.

“M-M-Mistress!!! This is highly inappropriate! If you would please, turn me back into my original self with haste! This isn’t funny!” With a chuckle, Salacia flaps her wings, floating around the shivering maid as she settles down onto the crumbling throne sitting solemnly in the center of the ruined chamber. “Kahaha! What happened to all that bravado earlier hmm?” Salacia knew her rudimentary Slave Spell would alter the targets speech patterns and mannerisms to fit their new role as the Master/Mistress desired, but she delighted in toying with unsuspecting individuals suddenly finding themselves dressed and dolled up as a maid, especially former hunks like the adventurer over here. Sure, they still remembered who they were, but it was especially enjoyable watching them act in ways they never would have before, remaining totally clueless all the while.

With an awkward curtsey, Shorty bows her head. “W-Whatever do you mean Mistress? I find no issue with how I carry myself! All I ask is that you turn me back to normal!” Chuckling, she decided to have a little fun with the first slave she had acquired in millenia since her revival on this earth, she needed some amusement to pass the time. “Oh? And what is this ‘normal’ you speak of? Do you even know what you ask for?” Pouting, Shorty does her best to look intimidating, but when dressed up like a cutesy maid,it was hard to pull off. “Of course I do Mistress! I was definitely not your maid, turn me back to who I was before all this!” Salacia had a special idea in mind, the sensations of having her tail caressed and licked so lovingly by this…’Shorty’...as he was moulded by her essence was still fresh on her mind, it wouldn’t hurt to go for round two~

“Oh yes, i definitely do remember you being...hmmm...amazingly efficient with that mouth of yours, you may become my personal pleasure slave!” “Mistress!!! That’s not what i-ahhn!” With another snap of Salacia’s fingers and a moan of ecstasy as the changes begin, Shorty’s maid outfit shreds apart and morphs into a semi-transparent loin cloth alongside trinkets and a pair of golden arm bands, leaving her massive chest exposed. In response, her hair lengthened into silken locks that extended down to cover her bare breasts, tickling the brown nipples beneath as her pale skin darkens over with a chocolate brown coloration. Her puerile face maturing rapidly as her facial features morph into that of an exotic beauty, the air of a foreigner about as her eyelashes flutter open into slim, analytical eyes. A hand running through her hair as she rubs her thighs together. Shorty now looked like some lap dancer from another land, staring up at Salacia with a blush on her face.

“Ohhhh Oh Hoh-Ho!” Salacia sounded like some perverted old man, her pink eyes wide in excitement as she ogled the dancer before her eyes. She never thought she would get to see a member of that old human colony her armies had conquered in the distant past, their entire tribe consisted entirely of women. Their warriors were fierce fighters, but when she had tamed them they were wonderful lovers in bed, taking the lead and turning even a Succubus such as herself into a quivering mess. She had thought them all wiped out when her rule had ended, but here one was, slender digits running down her delightful body as she displayed herself solemnly for her Mistress. Salacia had kept a few of them for her own enjoyment but that was long ago, she’d almost forgotten the excitement whenever she laid eyes on one of them! How they ravished her at night as they- ‘Ahem! How do you like my gift slave!” She’d almost gotten carried away there, this Slave Spell of hers was proving to be very useful!

Kneeling in that familiar gesture of submission Salacia had seen so much in the past, Shorty closes her eyes as she looks down at the floor, her ebony melons hanging freely. “While your gift pleases me so Mistress, I still find my current form...unacceptable...It is not my former self, but as your slave i cannot resist, your will is my command Mistress!” Of course, Salacia had taught her slaves to never rebel, Shorty was no exception.

All the reminiscing was turning her on though, screw her earlier statement of 'might', she was going to make Shorty her personal sex slave no matter what, and it was time to get started. “Enough! Come before me slave! Pleasure your Mistress like I taught you to!” With a slight nod, Shorty rises to her feet with a playful giggle as she makes her way to Salacia, wide hips swaying hypnotically with each step as her loincloth flaps gently, teasing the moist folds beneath. Arriving by the shattered throne, Shorty kneels in front of her Mistress as she forcefully spreads apart her legs, her Mistress coyly smiling at her in anticipation. “Before I begin, Mistress...could you consider changing me back afterwards?”

Sighing, Salacia waves her hand in dismissal. “Sure sure whatever, just get working already…” She’d have to work on a mind wipe spell or something...it sure was hard to do things now without all-knowing court wizards by her side...then again she could always find someone else to turn.

“Very well then Mistress…”Without another word, Shorty brushes a lock of hair behind her ears as she closes her eyes, her free hand wandering between her legs as she prepared to give them both a night of pleasure they would never forget…

THE END