NOVEL NEXT 🔞 Oneshot – Bathroom reflections on gender bending
Ardua was still having a hard time getting used to her new body.
“I still think these are awfully big,” she sighed cradling her enlarged bosom in her hands. Even after more than a month of living like this, she was still surprised by the size and heft of her breasts. They were large, round and capped by stiff nipples, rosy and contrasting against her pale skin. She shook her head and started to submerge herself into the bath, the warm water a true luxury in the middle of winter.
“Luckily Master has found a new source of firewood…” she mused, catching herself when she said ‘Master’. “Ugh, I did it again,” she slapped her hand against her forehead.
“It’s this stupid sorcery! First it gave me this… this body, and then it made it impossible to think of ill of that Stray… of that… of him of… hnnnfhh,” she pursed her lips but she couldn’t stop herself: “… of Master!”
She started to pant, red in the face as she kept trying to fight against the magic that had warped her body and was now pulling the strings in her mind. But there was no escaping it.
“At least he’s kind, I guess…”
That much was true. The Str-Master commandeered terrible powers of telekinesis with his mind. She had seen him destroy more than one orc with a flying rock, and she couldn’t have stopped a tiny flutter of her heart at the sight… Master was truly a powerful man.
“But why should that mean anything to me! Argh, I don’t get it!” Even her voice had changed so much! She now spoke in a high-pitched lady voice, so different from how she used to speak before the sorcery struck her, when she used to still be a gaoler, and she used to be at the service of the Baron… when she used to be a man.
But it was a little too late for such worries, by now…
“The only way I can hope to get my body back is by helping him on his quest. Then maybe I can finally… go back to the way I was.”
She coiled a lock of her blonde hair around her finger, another habit she had picked up as of late. For some reason, Master liked it. He liked her to be kind, but not completely remissive around him, and the sorcery picked it up, making it seep through her mannerism and thoughts, shaping her actions and words to be more pleasant to Master…
“I’m really becoming his Maid,” Ardua sighed. “At least I can be pretty for him… hnnh see? It was doing it again!”
Maybe she’d just needed to focus on cleaning herself up. She started to rub the soap over her body, starting with her long legs. They had also changed – she used to have the strong legs of a warrior. She was still a warrior in this body – Master liked it when she could protect him – but she had shed her previous burly form for one much more elegant, with long slender legs and supple thighs. Her thin fingers played with her warm skin as she rubbed them, and invariably she then had to reach to her upper thighs and then… between her legs.
“This is so humiliating,” she hissed, shutting her eyes as she rubbed her fingers against her new pussy. She had just a thin strip of hair above it, and the rest was smooth and rosy and… sensitive. Especially that small nub of heated pleasure sitting right over her opening. And she now had an opening right where she used to have her member. She could feel its sticky walls start to squirm as her fingers swiftly rubbed at her labia. A few stark sparkles of pleasure climbed up her spine making her gasp. Even like this, it felt too good… she was feeling too good…
Her treacherous fingers did not stop though.
“I’m clean, I should move on to other parts of my body, but Master likes it when his Maid feels good…” she muttered, still rubbing. She clenched her thighs against her hand, it was so different from her old hands, so much slimmer and daintier, but it felt so good, each rub making her arch her back and gasp and coo in the bath. Her gasps sounded so feminine, so vulnerable, ready for the taking…
Her hand was so different from Master’s as well. Maybe Master would like to be the one rubbing her pussy like that, making her gasp. Making her…
“Hnnh, no, I don’t want to cum, I don’t to—”
She whined as the orgasm was ripped out of her body. Gritting her teeth, Ardua shuddered, cumming like a little bitch inside the bathroom, her hand wedged between her thighs.
Slowly, she came down from her peak, still panting hard.
“What have I done to myself… but Master likes it when his Maid is a little slutty…” she bit her lip. Maybe next time the sorcery would compel her to treat Master to a little treat… after all, she was still a warrior, but she could help Master in other ways, couldn’t she?
“N-No,” she shook her blonde tresses, “I’m not like that, I’m not that type of girl – I mean I’m a man, I wouldn’t want to… to…” Ardue found herself licking her lips, thinking about…
“No!” She groaned, finally withdrawing her hand from between her thighs. She was left trembling and shaken, but at least she had stopped… for now.
Her nipples stood iron-stiff upon the mounds of her breasts: she could feel how needy they felt, and if she started playing with them, Master would be so happy, he’d be…
“I said no,” she muttered again, picking up a bit of soap and starting to rinse herself, fighting against the need for another orgasm.
This was her life now, but at least… she could try and make the best of it, couldn’t she?
At least she could try…
“… for Master,” she caught herself say.
In the meantime, I will resume publishing new Arcs pretty soon. Next time we will see two girls stranded at a very special inn with a very special and... uhm... gifted inn-keeper.
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