Extasia: Gender Trap - TG
Tags: Inanimate, Caption, Forced, Gender bend, Feminization, MTF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Extasia: Gender Trap - TGLast Part:Ginevra Tempest walked through Ironkeep's marketplace, muscular frame commanding…
Ginevra Tempest walked through Ironkeep's marketplace, muscular frame commanding attention from every direction. His white linen shirt strained against his muscular chest, intentionally sized too small to showcase his impressive physique. With 8 Strength, 6 Constitution, and a deliberately intimidating swagger, he embodied the quintessential warrior he was a musclehead. "Orlen! Keep up!" Ginevra barked at his childhood friend, who was struggling with their supply packs. "Those rations won't carry themselves!" Orlen Whittlebrook, a thin scholar type hurried to match Ginevra's confident stride. Where Ginevra was all sharp angles and defined muscle, Orlen had soft edges and hesitant movements. His physical attributes were lacking, but his Intelligence score doubled Ginevra's measly four. Ginevra's combat gear reflected his fighting style, simple armor, and not so much protection, but showing as much muscle as it could. "Three more wenches requested my company last night," Ginevra announced, loud enough for nearby merchants to hear. "Had to turn down the third! Even my stamina has limits! Hahahaha!" Orlen merely nodded, used to his friend's exaggerated conquests. Their morning routine had been disrupted when Ginevra spotted three local thugs cornering Orlen near the bathhouse. He'd intervened with characteristic bluntness. "Touch him again, and I'll rearrange your face so thoroughly your own mother won't recognize it," Ginevra yelled, cracking knuckles that sounded like snapping branches. Now, with supplies purchased and breakfast consumed, they headed toward the northern forest to fulfill their latest contract: retrieving valuables from novice adventurers who'd ventured too deep into Shadowmist Dungeon. "Remember that barmaid last month?" Ginevra chuckled as they traversed the forest path. "Said she'd never been with a real man before. Guess what I told her?" Orlen sighed. "What did you tell her, Gin?" "Said she still hasn't! She'd been with a LEGEND!" Ginevra roared with laughter. "Then I showed her why they call me 'The Unyielding Road' in four different taverns!" "Fascinating," Orlen muttered, adjusting his pack and slightly rolling his eyes. The dungeon entrance suddenly appeared it was crumbling stone archway embedded in the hillside. Ginevra strode in without hesitation, sword drawn, while Orlen followed cautiously with a torch. They discovered the novices' abandoned equipment within minutes. "Too easy!" Ginevra declared, pocketing the finds. "These items barely justify our trip." He turned to Orlen with a gleam in his eye. "Let's explore deeper. With my strength, we'll handle whatever lurks below." "Gin, our contract only specified retrieving these items," Orlen protested weakly. "There could be traps..." "Traps are for the weak," Ginevra scoffed, already marching deeper into the darkness. "Fortune favors the bold! And I'm the boldest son of a bitch in Ironkeep!" The passage widened into a circular chamber with rough-hewn walls. Against the far wall sat a decorated chest gold-trimmed with elaborate carvings depicting female figures in provocative poses. "Jackpot!" Ginevra exclaimed, striding forward. "Wait!" Orlen called. "Look at the floor patterns! There could be tra..." His warning came too late. Ginevra's boot pressed down on a slightly raised flagstone. A magical spell activated beneath him, expanding outward in concentric purple circles. "What the!" Ginevra began before his entire body seized. His sword and partial armor clattered to the stone floor as tingling energy surged through him from toes to scalp. "UNNNGGGHHHH!" The sound escaped his throat at a higher pitch than any noise he'd ever made. His broad shoulders narrowed dramatically, collarbones becoming thinner. His chest simultaneously ached and tingled as pectoral muscles softened, reformed, and swelled outward into unmistakable breasts. His waist cinched inward while his hips flared dramatically. "AHHHHHHH!" He moaned uncontrollably as the magic reached his groin. The sensation of indescribable pleasure mixed with fundamental restructuring triggered what felt like the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced. His clothes, now absurdly oversized, began sliding off. Trousers pooled around ankles while his undergarments followed, revealing smooth thighs and, to his horror, the unmistakable absence of his manhood, replaced by a pussy. His shirt hung precariously off one shoulder, barely covering his new breasts. When he instinctively grabbed his chest to hold the fabric in place, his hands encountered soft breasts where muscle had been moments before. Orlen stood frozen, shocked, face flushed crimson. Ginevra looked down at his no, her transformed body, the reality crashing down like an avalanche. "Fuck me," she whispered, voice now melodic and feminine, completely stripped of its former masculinity. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Ginevra hissed, staring at the status window hovering before her eyes. "My Strength dropped to 5?!" Her new voi
