Cursed Prince - TG
Tags: Inanimate, Caption, Forced, Gender bend, Feminization, Curse, MTF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerIt's an ongoing series. Check the Lore part here if you want to have your character use the prince.This caption is day 61 Day | 2 Day | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6Cursed Prince - Bouncy EndSix days. Six days…
Six days. Six days of being dissolved, reformed, worn, soaked, stretched, licked, rubbed, punched, and left crumpled in dark corners of his own castle while the maids took turns using his transformed body for whatever revenge they felt like dishing out. The prince had been panties, pantyhose, a bra, lotion, gloves, each form worse than the last, each punishment more humiliating than the one before it. He had lost track of how many fluids had passed through his fibers, how many times he had been discarded on cold floors after being used up. His consciousness was frayed, exhausted, barely holding together after nearly a week of constant abuse. Then the witch came to collect him. She found him under Leanne's bed in his glove form, stained dark with sweat and grease and worse things, the once white lace now a grimy grey. She picked him up between two fingers, holding him at arm's length with her nose wrinkled. "You look terrible, Your Highness." Her blue eyes glowed faintly in the dim room while she examined what was left of his dignity. "But we have a problem. People are starting to ask questions about where the prince has gone. The court is getting nervous. Your advisors want answers." She set him on the bed and snapped her fingers. The gloves began to glow. 'What is she doing now? What MORE can she possibly do to me.' The magic felt different this time. Instead of dissolving him into fabric or liquid, it was building him back up. He felt bones forming, muscles wrapping around them, skin stretching over the framework of a body that was taking shape around his scattered awareness. Arms grew from the glove fingers, legs extended from nothing and a torso filled in between them. His consciousness snapped back into focus like a rubber band, suddenly contained in a single solid form again after days of being spread across fabric. Actual air filling actual lungs. He could feel his heartbeat, could feel the cold air on his skin, could feel the weight of his own body pressing down onto the mattress. Then he looked down. He saw breasts. Full, heavy, pale breasts sitting on a chest that was narrower than it used to be. His waist curved inward dramatically before flaring out into wide hips that he could feel pressing against the bed beneath him. Long blonde hair fell past his shoulders, the same shade as his original hair but much longer, much softer. His hands were small, fingers delicate, nails neat. Between his legs there was nothing but smooth skin leading to a slit that pulsed with warmth he did not want to think about. 'No. NO. She turned me into a WOMAN!?' He sat up fast, his new breasts bouncing with the motion. BOING The sensation made him freeze because he felt them move, felt the weight shift, felt the jiggle settle in a way that sent a ripple of strange awareness through his chest. The witch was laughing. Actually laughing, her hand over her mouth, tears forming in the corners of her glowing eyes. "Oh, this is perfect. This is absolutely perfect." She wiped her eyes, took a breath and composed herself just barely. "Here is what is going to happen, Your Highness. I have made a copy of you, the male you, the prince. He is sitting on your throne right now wearing your face, your voice and your crown. Nobody can tell the difference. He IS you, for all purposes." 'A copy!? She REPLACED me!?' "You, on the other hand, are going to be a maid. My newest hire. Blonde, pretty, big tits, just the way you always liked them on other women." She tossed a folded maid uniform onto the bed. Black dress with white apron, lace headband, white stockings, white lace panties and a matching bra. "Get dressed. You start immediately." He wanted to scream. Wanted to lunge at her, to wrap his small, new hands around her throat. But his body would not listen to violent commands anymore. The curse had burned that out of him over six days of helpless submission, training his mind to accept that fighting back was pointless. His hands picked up the bra instead. Putting it on was humiliating in a way that went beyond anything the previous transformations had done because this time he was aware of every step. Sliding his arms through the straps, reaching behind his back to fumble with the clasp, adjusting the cups so his breasts sat properly inside them. The panties came next, soft lace sliding up smooth thighs, settling against a pussy he still could not believe was his. The stockings rolled on one at a time. The dress went over his head, the apron tied behind his back. The headband clipped into his blonde hair. He caught his reflection in Leanne's mirror. A beautiful maid stared back, blue eyed, blushing, looking exactly like the kind of girl he would have cornered in a hallway six days ago. His stomach turned. The work started immediately. Scrubbing floors, polishing silverware, carrying linens up flights of stairs that left him breathless because this body had none of the stamina his male form possessed. His back ached from bending. His fe
