() Caving!

As screwed up as the day has been, your time of the trotting horse is blessedly short; it had been gross, having the messy diaper squeezed against your privates, Kelsey rubbing your thigh to make it feel better, and the horse apparently none too happy to have you on it. That last though may have just been in your head, however. You soon arrive to the grotto, the entrance an unassuming rocky 'door'.

It was damp, and the sound of nearby running water was ever present - when Sir Lloyd lit up a touch with the Goblin's help, you realized a mass of water was rushing by to your right. You move and unintentionally bump into Kelsey. She pats your bottom.

As you all waltz easily through the cavern, and new emotion beside disgust feels you - distrust. It couldn't be this easy. Something was lurking here. Something had to be lurking here. The group slowly lets you waddle ahead, with you unintentionally taking point.

A rock nearby shudders on its own, and several clothed figures appear from the dark, dank hidden areas of the cave. Chanting begins.

Before you can even fail as speaking through the pacifier, Sir Lloyd had jumped to attention, engaging in swordplay with one of the clothed figures. Shocked at a sword through the chest, one figure falls, and Sir Lloyd turns to stab at another, a magical energy surging through the cave preventing him. A nearby boulder flies through the air and passes near you, hitting Sir Lloyd and knocking him onto the ground; the Goblin is able to smash one of the cultists with with muscular fists. The boulder tumbles, and begins to roll, crushing the Goblin and approaching you.

A notification pops up on your GUI.

Special Ability: Teleport to Safety activated!
Kelsey, Sir Lloyd, Sir Lloyd's Horse & Goblin successfully teleported to town.
Player unsuccessfully teleported: Cage out of charge!

As you read, your party had been fading into a mist, disappearing into the ether in seconds. It all happened so fast you were confused. Two cultists of the original party remained; energy surges around you and the boulder stops just short of you. A vise like grip grasps you, and you find yourself yanked through the cave by the two survivors.

Your mewling behind the pacifier produced no results. The vise like grip only disappeared when you were tied down by your wrist and ankles to a rock which looked like an altar. By then, however, the ties were so tight it was as if nothing changed.

A voice speaks to you as plugs are inserted in your ears. Speaks was the incorrect word: invokes words in your mind might be more fitting.

"Your sacrifice will be appreciated. Young one, begin the ritual." The faintly male voice states, before an inhuman dialect begins to chant in your mind, overtaking your thoughts. Mute and deaf, you can only watch at the ritual takes place, with a purple circle slowly forming around you, and then swelling up from the ground, creating a circular wall separating you from the two cultists.

If the voice weren't chanting the tongue of some inhuman monster, you might have been horrified, but you were just plain overwhelmed. However, as the ritual goes on, a burning feeling in your body makes you forget the horror, replaced with pain.

The slimes attached to your body loosen themselves, then totally free themselves, struggling against the purple wall they are currently encased in. Besides for you and the three slimes which occupy the circle, nothing occurs, except from painful burning - the mess in your diaper is forgotten as you stare at the ceiling. It looks as if a drop of water were coming from it, before an almost....slime like substance appears from it.

Just as quick as your part was defeated, so to are the cultists; the slime from the ceiling swells forward, becoming a whole slime, the exact colors as its three compatriots which are trapped with you. The chanting cultist continues his words as his comrade is swallowed by the massive creature, and then he too is swallowed. Everything becomes slime.

You fade to black.

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The world eventually comes back to you. It is painful and confusing, but you know you are alive; a voice begins to speak to you as your eyes flicker open. The massive slime sits beside you, its tentacles inside your ear canal as it 'speaks' to you.

"You enemy of robe men. Two die by you. You friend of slime. You use magic to protect friends. You sacrifice self for slimes. Robe men distracted by you. Slimes no hurt you."

The quivering mass stops for a second.

"Slimes protect friends. Robe men kill many slimes. You only kill one"

The voice pulls itself out of your ear canal and allows you to adjust to the cave. The body of the cultist float in its form, and as you take stock of the world around you, absorbing the fact you'd gone from walking out the city, filling your diaper, your party disappearing into the void, being kidnapped by cultists, and then being saved by this massive slime. His voice speaks to you as you realize you are absolutely surrounded by dozens, maybe even hundreds of slimes, all jiggling and flopping around where the cultists once stood. You realized the slimes on the floor weren't the only ones, as some were on the wall, the ceiling, making the numbers in the thousands most likely.

"Slime join you for journey. Pay back favor."

He says as the slimes begin to mold together, melding into something circular, then something circular with crests and waves, then....creating a tiara. That's what the final object turned out to be. It was a mish mash of colors, and some of the different colors of slimes melding with it to give it 'jewels'. Six in total. Green, blue, gold, red, brown and white.

When the tiara was finished, the slimes eased it onto your head, and you feel it mold onto your scalp. It was painless, yet you knew the tiara was now melded with your skin. Before you could finish thinking about that, however, you felt a slime pull down your still messy diaper.

If you'd wondered how many slimes were in the cave, you knew you'd taken a fair few by the end of your orgasmic journey. One pressed against your colon, then another, and soon enough, a stream of them were rushing up your ass and into your guts. The chastity cage didn't come close to stop you from cumming over and over again, your seed spilling onto the ground as the slimes slipped through your pacifier and entered that way too.

Eventually the rush into your crevices ended well after you were pumping blanks. Your stomach had swelled up, but quickly deflated, and you felt back to (relative) normalcy. Before you could do much of anything, you heard a few more words from the mass of slimes, and then the remaining slimes faded into the wet walls, leaving you alone with the skeletal remains of the cultists, and your cum all over the ground.

The slimes had put back on your messy diaper prior to departure.

Your GUI displays a flurry of messages.

Received Slime Tiara: Level 50
New Class Unlocked! SissyPrincess! New Subclass for SissyPrincess unlocked! SissySlimePrincess
All objects lose status: Slimed
The effects of the ritual have reduced magical potential by 60 percent until you undo the ritual. Further effects await your discovery....

With you finished reading that, you stand up, unsteady on your feet. The world feels different. Holding your dildo in hand, you realized the extent of the difference: you were smaller. Not just in size but also height. Whatever muscle you had was completely gone, with your prior leanness now nicely described as petite, and not nicely described as skeletal.

Your GUI pops up some more text to read.

New descriptions:
Sissy Princess: A class designed just for you, you useless sissy! Defense and attack aren't your strong suits. Nor are you the most crafty or charismatic. You aren't good with a bow, or a....Alright, alright, you get the gist. You're fucking useless at everything. Instead, you have your minions destroy your enemies for you! Thankfully for you, Princess's aren't expected to have wieners, so no one's gonna be disappointed with your tiny one!
Sissy Slime Princess: Your minions are slimes! You summon them with mental commands. Currently, minion count sits above 100 - cave slimes make up 100 percent of this count. Slimes are friendly to you. Allow them access, and they'll join you! Class mutually exclusive with Sissy Slime-Slayer.

After sitting on a nearby rock (the mess in your diaper making you remember it), you feel fully collected, and stand up. Before even thinking of leaving the cave you reach for the diaper and yank down. It doesn't budge, and a notification pops up.

Cultist ritual has locked clothing until undone or the ritual is completed.

You sigh your now usual sigh. Many options await you. You know for a fact you are safe. The crown seems to tell you that fact. The pacifier rests comfortingly in your mouth.

Author note: Feel free to choose multiple options.

- Finish exploring the cavern

- Scavenge the local area for ritual materials

- Try out your new Princess Powers

- Explore the outside area

- Struggle with the messy diaper

- Attempt to communicate with the slimes

- Something else