“Sextrap Dungeon”

“I already booked it … so I know all about it. But can you please tell my friends about sextrap dungeon?” Luke asks.

The store clerk nods, presses a button and the lights dim. Some where a speaker starts to play a dripping sound and you hear recorded moaning of women and grunting of men.

The clerk’s voice is ridiculously ominous as he steps into full theatrical mode. “Sextrap Dungeon - a fantasy-themed series of rooms in a sexy sword and sorcery setting, with a focus on navigating the dangerous labyrinth of Lust! Can you overcum its kinky traps and puzzles? Take the roles of lusty adventurers who decide to enter Baron von Cliche’s trial of eroticism. Date you brave Sextrap Dungeon!??! Whahahaha!” He pushes a button and canned lightning booms and lights strobe. Then the lights turn back to normal. The clerk shrugs. “It's inspired by the old 'Deathtrap Dungeon' book, if you're familiar with it. We’re being surd for plagiarism- so get in whilst you can. The goal is to navigate through the dungeons rooms and to escape." He puts a potion bottle on the table. “Don’t forget your KY…”

Melony chuckled. "Kinky Traps, huh? Sounds like a bit of a challenge!"

Luke points to the display case filled with vials of nanotech solutions. "Tell the others about that stuff," he said.

The clerk's smile widened slightly. "Ah, yes nanomodders! Not for the faint of heart! For the 'Sextrap Dungeon' experience, some groups like to enhance their immersion. There are temporary nanomodifiers that can alter your appearance for the duration of your stay. We have options for elven ears, subtle pointed teeth, even temporary skin pigmentation changes to resemble different fantasy races. But I can see you’re pointing at the more **** modifiers…”

Melony leaned closer to the display, her curiosity piqued. "**** modifiers?"

“Minotaurs. Halflings… goblins… tieflings, illithids - size and more substantial physical augmentations and modifications. All temporary. They even have some nanite assisted ‘abilities’. If you take on the form of the ilithid for example the nanites make the other party members more suggestible and if you want you can get surface level thoughts of the others. The Minotaur causes unease and mild fear when you roar, again through nanite manipulation. The goblin affects optic nerves of others, making you able to dissappear as if you were hiding in shadows. The nanites help augment all senses, making the environments and actions seem… very real. Sometimes it’s hard to differentiate between truth and fiction, between reality and sensory illusion. There are even some ‘magic items’ keyed to the nanites as well. Fun stuff…”

The clerk waved his hand over the display, and a holographic image demonstrating the nano-modifiers effects popped up on the desk. A non descript person grew a delicate pair of elven ears, then its skin turn a deep blue, with a tail sprouting from its lower back, it grew much smaller then much bulkier, it grew a bovine head with horns, tall and muscular with hooves instead of feet, then a demonic horned Teifling, then a scaly skinned snake man and finally a lean bulbous headed mindflayer with tentacles about its mouth. The images were particularly impressive.

"Woah," Luke said, leaning in. "As advertised this is pretty wild. Okay halfling for you Stacy. A slavegirl… can you make her breasts larger?” He asked, taking control and dictating your fate, much to your pleasure

“Certainly, it’s easily done. May I also suggest pheromones that make her more attractive to the rest of you and accentuate her partners pleasure…?” The clerk said, picking up on the intent of the group.

“That sounds excellent. And block her numeracy and literacy abilities…” Luke said.

“Ah. Yes. The hardcore bimbo mod. I see you’ve read our literature. Of course.” The clerk says.

You feel a pleasant twisting of apprehension in your stomach at the idea of being robbed of your intellect and everyone being attracted to you. It hardly seemed necessary but - everyone was already attracted to each other … but it promised to be fun.

Melony smacked Luke playfully on the arm. "You're such a chauvinistic pig, Luke." She joked with a hint of irony. You’d used hardcore bimbo nanos on Stacy before after all.

You couldn’t help but laugh, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. “Okay, okay. But what about the halfling form?” You asked, eagerly.

The clerk nodded. “Ah, yes. The halfling transformation is quite popular among our female adventurers. It’ll make you much smaller. Not affecting the um, interior dimensions of your sexual organs,” he paused to let the implications settle. You’d be small but you’d be able to take a normal sized cock. They thought of everything. “But remember, this isn’t just for show. It’ll alter you interactions in the escape room. Lock it in?” He asked Luke. Luke nodded.

The clerk handed you a small vial filled with a glowing blue liquid. "Just swallow that, and you'll be transformed into a cute little halfling sexpot," he said with a knowing wink. You took it, your hand shaking slightly with anticipation. You held it up nervously, having second thoughts for a moment. Those hardcore Bimbo mods were pretty ****.

Melony looked at you with a mischievous smile. "Go on. I dare you," she whispered. You couldn’t resist the challenge in her eyes, feeling a thrill of excitement at the prospect of playing along with her. You nodded eagerly.

Melony watched with a smirk as you tipped the vial back and swallowed the cold liquid. Warmth began to spread from your core, outward, reaching your fingertips and toes. Your body began to shrink, your clothes feeling looser as your skin took on a paler freckled tint. You watched in amazement as your breasts grew larger and your waist tightened, becoming more elfin in appearance. You looked down and saw that your feet had transformed into dainty, tiny things, not big hairy hobbit feet thank god, these were the kind that would make any woman envious. You stood under four feet in height. You looked up at everyone. Then you giggled vacuously.

“Here is the slavegirl oufit,” the now towering clerk passed you a skimpy translucent costume with a collar and leash.

“Thankyou master…” you said. You giggled. This stranger was your master.

Melony’s eyes widened with excitement. "Oh, I think that'll suit you perfectly," she teased, taking the costume from your hand and holding it up against you. She looked down at you with a hint of envy. You felt your cheeks burn even more as you realized just how revealing the outfit was. How tiny you were. It would barely cover anything and would leave almost all of your new halfling body exposed. You looked up at Luke and Bill, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and anticipation as you headed off to the store’s change room to change into your new clothes.

As you slipped into the skimpy outfit, you felt a strange thrill at the way the fabric clung to your new, enhanced curves. You clipped the collar about your neck and the nanites fused it closed. The collar felt surprisingly snug around your neck, and the leash dangled loosely from your neck. You stepped out, feeling self-conscious under their hungry gazes. The now giant Luke and Bill nodded in approval, their eyes scanning your tiny form with obvious excitement.

With a smirk, Luke took the leash attached to your collar and gave it a gentle tug. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a little pet,” he said, and you felt a strange thrill at the thought of being under his control. The height differential accentuated the dominant and submissive roles you both now filled.

Bill grinned as he considered the options for Melony. “I think Melony should become a goblin breeding slut…” clearly he had read up on this and knew what he wanted to do his feminised partner.

“Yes. Of course. The pregnancy is not real but it will feel real, including all of the biological reactions,” the clerk said. “Unless you want it to be real?”

Bill moved closer and haggled quietly with the clerk. Neither you nor Melony could make out what was said.

“Real pregnancy it is then,” the clerk agreed,

Melony smacked Bill playfully. “Really, Bill.” Despite her feigned annoyance, a spark of excitement glinted in her eyes as she considered the possibilities. The clerk, unfazed, tapped a few buttons on the display, and a holographic representation of Melony transformed into a very short, busty, green-skinned goblin with exaggerated features. “Just a sip of this vial and voilà, you’re ready to spawn the next generation of goblins in the dungeon’s depths! Pregnancy and symptoms will be accelerated…”

“So I’m next then!” Melony said as she took the goblin breeder nanites, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She downed the vial with a dramatic flourish and the transformation was swift. Her body grew shorter and her chest swelled with the green tint of goblin flesh. Her teeth sharpened into points and her eyes took on a more feral look. “Wow. Look at me!” Whe cupped her newly enlarged breasts in her long sharp nailed hands. “Grrr. I’m a scary goblin!”

“You’ll be goblin my cock Mel,” Bill vowed with a laugh.

You couldn’t help but stare, your own arousal building. The clerk handed Melony a tiny outfit that barely covered her new, voluptuous frame. It was a skimpy loincloth and a set of armbands with chains attached. “Now you two are ready to tackle Sextrap Dungeon as the goblin and the halfling!” He said with a wink. Mel went to the change room and emerged a moment later in her new outfit, her hips swaying with an alien grace. Her breasts were green with darker green nipples.

“A leash and collar for Melony as well please…” Bill requested.

The clerk nodded and handed him another set of chains, which he fastened around Melony’s neck with a metallic click.

You both felt a rush of excitement, your hearts racing in sync with the thrill of submission and anticipation. Thraldom loved company it seemed.

“What are you thinking?” Bill asked.

“Barbarian minotaur. With huge cock and balls of course…” Luke ruminated. The clerk nodded and programmed the nanites.

“Of course… yeah, you should go the minotaur. I might go a yuan ti or perhaps an illithid… or tiefling…” Bill vacillated.

Luke chuckled darkly, stroking his chin as he considered the options. "A minotaur it is," he decided, and the clerk handed him the corresponding nano-vial. Luke removed his clothes and you watched with eager anticipation as Luke downed the potion, his body rippling and contorting until he grew into a muscular, fur-covered creature with a bull's head and a massive cock that bulged beneath his boxers. His feet were replaced with hooves and he clip clopped about uncertainly for a moment as he got used to them. The clerk handed him a loincloth to change into.

As Luke emerged from the change room, you couldn't help but stare at his new form. The loincloth barely contained his immense minotaur genitals, and the muscles in his arms and chest flexed with every movement. Melony's eyes were wide with lust, her goblin form practically purring with desire.

Melony looked at Bill with a seductive purr, her eyes now glowing with a faint green tint. "Which one do you want Bill?" She asked.

“Fuck it, I’ll go with the Illithid. Get me some tentacle porn…” Bill took the proferred vial and swallowed its contents, his body elongating to become tall and almost rubbery lean, and his skin shifting to a deep blue-green. His eyes grew larger and his head swelled, lost all its hair and began to sprout tentacles about his mouth as he transformed into an illithid. The clerk nodded approvingly, handing him a gothic leather outfit. Bill’s tentacles twitched as he got used to them then he went and changed into his outfit.

“Wow. Zoidberg on steroids…” Luke observed, his voice deep and animalistic. He picked up a foam great axe. “Let’s go!”

You and Melony, now fully embracing your new roles, followed him obediently. The store clerk handed Bill a whip and a set of spiked wrist cuffs. “Master, may I serve you?” Melony purred, her new, goblin-like features making her look like a creature of pure lust. He took her leash.

“Silence ****,” Bill said, his voice wet and oddly monstrous.

“Yes master,” she agreed.

With your leash in one hand, Luke led you out of the store and into the dimly lit corridor that was the entrance to Sextrap Dungeon. The walls were adorned with faux stone carvings of erotic scenes, and the air was thick with the distant echo of passionate cries. You could feel your body responding, your new halfling breasts growing heavier and your nipples peaking against the flimsy fabric of your costume. Melony’s goblin form was equally affected, her chest heaving with excitement as she followed, her chain-linked collar jingling with each step.

Ahead was a door.