Extasia: Overconfident Mage - Onahole TF
Tags: Inanimate, Sex Toys TF, Mind control, Mental TF, Permanent, Melting, Object TF, Caption, Objectification, Onahole, Goo TF
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 version is there as well!Extasia: Overconfident Mage Onahole TFLast Part:Morana di Avera adjusted her golden crown atop her massive blue wizar…
Extasia: Overconfident Mage Onahole TF Last Part: Morana di Avera adjusted her golden crown atop her massive blue wizard hat, the purple orb glinting in the torchlight of the humid cavern. Her blue slingshot-style dress clung to her curves, revealing more skin than it covered, while her matching blue robes billowed behind her. "You absolute imbeciles," she hissed at the four novice adventurers cowering before her. "Level 53 mages don't escort newbies through baby dungeons. Consider yourselves fortunate, I needed the coin!" The youngest adventurer, Piro, stepped forward. "We appreciate your guidance, Magister di Avera..." "Save it," Morana snapped, gripping her wooden staff tighter. "Your fire spell was sloppy. Had that been a real threat, you'd be decorating these walls." She tapped her staff against the cavern floor. "We camp here. Clear the area properly this time." Morana found a suitable rock formation to rest against as the novices scrambled to establish a perimeter. Her intellect, her only truly impressive attribute, had carried her through countless missions despite her mediocre physical capabilities. She watched the fumbling apprentices with disdain. "Someone must remain alert while others sleep," she lectured. "I'll take final watch. Wake me then." Without waiting for acknowledgment, she rolled herself in her traveling cloak and drifted into slumber. Consciousness returned violently. Morana's eyes shot open to find herself suspended in viscous blue liquid. She tried to scream but couldn't draw a breath. Her skin tingled unnaturally, patches turning slick and rubbery blue. The campsite beyond the gelatinous prison lay in ruins, equipment scattered, blood smeared across the stone, and no sign of the adventurers. "Nnnngh!" Her voice emerged as bubbles in the thick fluid. Recognition dawned with horrifying clarity. The Onahole Blob. A rare predator that transformed victims into magical pleasure objects. Normally dispatched with a simple fire spell if spotted in time. Morana frantically reached for her mana reserves. Empty. Her body felt wrong... lighter, smaller, simplifying, and slightly melting away into the mass. She fought against the transformation, limbs thrashing weakly as they grew shorter and smoother. "Lev... level check!" she gasped. The magical readout appeared in her mind: [LEVEL: 47... 42... 36...] "Nnnno! Gahhh!" Her skin made squelching noises as it transformed, becoming uniform, shiny, rubbery blue. Her fingers melted together, arms shortening toward her torso. [LEVEL: 29... 23... 18...] Her internal magical database accessed automatically: [ONAHOLE BLOB - TRANSFORMS VICTIMS INTO MAGICAL PLEASURE RECEPTACLES. TRANSFORMATION BECOMES IRREVERSIBLE AFTER LEVEL REACHES ONE.] "Rrrrreverse spell! Counterchaaarm!" But her voice grew muffled as her mouth simplified, her throat connecting differently within her rapidly changing form. [LEVEL: 12... 8... 4... 1] Panic overwhelmed her as her body continued compressing. She felt her consciousness squeezing into a smaller space, her legendary intellect fogging. With a sudden sucking sound, the blob expelled her transformed body onto the cold stone floor. Plop Morana lay motionless except for tiny, involuntary wiggles. Her status flickered before her diminished consciousness: [LEVEL: 1 HP: 5/5 MP: 0/0 CLASS: PRODUCT PROFESSION: SEX TOY ] "Nnnnn!" Her mental voice screamed while pink lubricant oozed from the openings in her new small, limbless blue form as she tried to do something without any success. Hours passed. Morana's consciousness flickered between panic and dull awareness. Without mana, without limbs, without voice, her mighty intellect trapped in an object barely recognizable as once-human. Heavy footsteps echoed through the cavern. A tall, bearded man in Guild Explorer leathers approached torch held high. "What's this?" he muttered, bending to lift Morana's transformed body. "An abandoned toy? Here?" His fingers squeezed her rubbery form, causing pink lubricant to seep from her openings. Recognition flickered in his eyes as he turned her over, examining the vaguely face-like impression on her surface. "Wait... blue hair pattern... those facial features... By the gods, Morana di Avera?" He laughed, a deep rumbling sound. "The infamous bitch mage herself?" Morana wiggled frantically, her entire form quivering in recognition. "Can't talk, eh? Finally!" The explorer grinned. "Your tongue was never good for anything useful. Always scamming, always belittling. Charging outrageous fees, abandoning parties when things got tough." He squeezed her again, watching more pink lubricant ooze out. "Look at you now. A sex toy. Poetic." Morana's panic intensified as he examined her more closely. "Complete transformation. No reversing this... sucks to be you! You're one hundred percent onahole now." The explorer unzipped his trousers. "Seems fitting. I should be your first customer." 'Nooo!' Her mental scream went unheard as his erect member appeared before h
