Dungeon Trap Newbies - Multiple TF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerIf you want to see your character being transformed by the demon godess check this post out.Dungeon Trap Newbies - Multiple TFLast Part:The Drunken Darkwood tavern bustled with activity as our unlikely band of…
If you want to see your character being transformed by the demon godess check this post out. Dungeon Trap Newbies - Multiple TF Last Part: The Drunken Darkwood tavern bustled with activity as our unlikely band of adventurers gathered around a rickety wooden table. Mugs of frothy ale clinked together, spilling amber liquid onto the sticky surface. "I tell ye, lads and lasses, there's a treasure beyond yer wildest dreams in that their dungeon!" the dwarf warrior, Thorin Ironbeard bellowed in his thick brogue. His mahogany beard was flecked with foam as he slammed his tankard down. "An' I'll be the one to claim it, mark me words!"The tabaxi sorceress, Whisper, rolled her mismatched eyes. Her black and white striped tail twitched with annoyance. "You say that about every dungeon, Thorgin. This one's different. I've heard... whispers." Her feline ears perked up. "They say a demon goddess resides within. One with the power to reshape reality itself." "Bah!" Thorgin scoffed. "Demon, schmemon! I'll give 'er a taste of me axe, I will!" The tief businesswoman, Lilith Hellstrider, leaned forward, her lavender eyes gleaming with interest. "A demon goddess, you say? Now, that could be quite the opportunity. Imagine the networking possibilities!" "You would try to network with a demon," muttered the human rogue, Shadowblade, his face obscured by his dark hood. "I'm more interested in the treasures she might be guarding. Poison's not cheap, you know." The artificer, Penny Gearspinner, pushed her glasses up her freckled nose. "I'm far more intrigued by the mechanics of this dungeon. A being that can alter reality? The applications are endless!" As the night wore on, plans were made, maps were studied, and copious amounts of ale were consumed. Little did our "heroes" know that their idle chatter had already reached the ears of the being they aimed to challenge. When the next day arrived, they went straight to the dungeon, going through it without any problems until they reached a chamber. The Demon Goddess's laughter echoed through the cavernous chamber, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "Oh, you foolish mortals. Did you really think you could challenge me? Let me show you your true worth."She turned her burning gaze to Whisper, the tabaxi sorceress. "You, with your spells and trivia. How fitting for you to become an object of desire, stripped of all power." Whisper felt a tingling sensation spread across her fur-covered body. She tried to cast a spell, but the words died in her throat as her transformation began. Her black and white striped fur began to soften, melting into silky fabric. Her bones cracked and reshaped, her body flattening and stretching. "No, please!" she yowled, but her cries were cut short as her mouth disappeared, replaced by intricate stitching.Her stripes rearranged themselves into a tempting tiger pattern. Her paws elongated into straps, her tail splitting to form the waistband of the panties. With a final, muffled cry, she found herself transformed into a skimpy bra and panty set. "Much better," the Demon Goddess smirked, running a finger along the silky fabric. "Your only magic now will be in the imaginations of those who wear you. How does it feel, little kitty, to be nothing more than an object of lust?" The lingerie quivered in response, Whisper's consciousness trapped within, able to feel every touch but powerless to do anything about it. Next, the Demon Goddess's attention fell upon Thorgin, the dwarven warrior. "You boast of your combat prowess? Let's see how you like being nothing more than an instrument of pleasure." Thorgin tried to raise his axe but found his arms suddenly too heavy to lift. "What sorcery is this?" he bellowed, his thick brogue echoing off the chamber walls. The Demon Goddess merely smiled as Thorgin's transformation began. His flesh began to liquefy, molten metal replacing blood and bone. He screamed as his body contorted, limbs fusing and reshaping. His proud beard melted away, his features smoothing out into featureless metal. "No! Me clan will never sing of this!" Thorgin cried, but his words were cut short as his mouth disappeared. In moments, where once stood a mighty warrior, there now lay a gleaming metal dildo, its surface etched with dwarven runes that pulsed with a faint blue light. "There," the Demon Goddess purred, lifting the dildo and examining it closely. "Now you'll know true glory, little dwarf. Forever penetrating new depths. I wonder what your clan would think of you now?" The metal dildo vibrated slightly, Thorgin's consciousness trapped within, horrified at his new form and purpose. The human male, who had been trying to back away unnoticed, suddenly found himself the center of the Demon Goddess's attention. "Afraid of being used by men, are you? Let's make that fear a reality." "No, please!" he whimpered, but it was too late. His body began to swell rapidly, growing to monstrous proportions. His skin became rubbery and took on a fleshy hue. V
