1-5 (Bad)

You try to resist the altering effects of the machine. But all you can think about is how you ended up in this situation in the first place. If only you didn't mess up that spell, back in the cave, things certainly would've gone different. You always knew you'd have to be the one to pull the weight of the entire group, but when they needed you most... No, it can't have been you! It was probably that annoying, loud shield bashing of Paladin, or the obnoxious battle cries of Fighter, that broke your concentration!

The machine hums and rattles, as you feel its influence burrowing into your mind. It's breaking down any barriers, that you've errected around your sense of self, like they were nothing more than those paper walls, you've once read about. They had those in... some foreign country, starts with a K... why don't you remember this? You've always prided yourself on your ability to memorize texts. You know you know this, don't you?

Sharp pain distracts you from your thoughts, as it pierces into your chest, scalp and crotch. It's gone as soon as it appeared, leaving only an intense, itching sensation. The helmet prevents you from seeing anything, but if you could, you'd see rows of tiny needles within the hemlet, and two robotic arms withdrawing from your body, empty syringes on each end.

The lenses on the helmet flash bright, pink light into your eyes in rapid succession. You hear a faint, distant voice. It's like the machine is whispering something, deep inside your head. You can't make out what it is saying yet, but it gets louder by the second and it seems inviting, like everything would be fine, once you're able to understand what it is saying to you.

A heavy, sagging feeling builds in your chest, and you got the impession that the helmet just became tighter. Your body is itching all over now, and you feel pressure from all sides, like some of the imbeciles in your group just sprung a trap, and now the walls are closing in on you.

The pink light flickers faster and faster, making you nauseated and sleepy. The voice is getting louder. And finally, before you spiral down into unconsciousness, you hear what it's saying.

"Obey the master. Obey the cum."

You awaken, and yet you don't awaken.

You can see through your eyes, hear with your ears. But you can't take a single step forward, can't move your head, can't even wiggle a finger. Your thoughts are muddled, and you have trouble remembering what happend, and how you got here... and where is 'here'?

You're in what looks to be a store, filled with an assortment of colorful contraptions and shapes... most of them phallic in nature. There's bigger structures, with manacles attached to them, and a couple scrolls and books on shelves.

Directly next to you are... naked dolls? What is this perversion? They all look so realistic and... wait... did one of them just move their eyes? They're female, with grotesquely large breasts, big lips forming 'O's. Looking almost surprised. They have different skin and hair colors, some are green, some purple, but most are eiither fair or tanned. And they are all taller than you, and their smooth vaginas are almost eye level with you. They're standing on podests, with some symbols on them you can't read. Are you also standing on such a podest?

You'd scream if you could.

You try to look down on yourself, but even if you could bend your neck, you probably couldn't see what you're standing on. You view is not only obstructed by your juicy, potruding, pink lips, but also by a ridicilously large pair of breasts, were your flat halfling chest should be. You're naked, but you barely feel any temperature. And your skin is somewhat glossy, like you're covered in oil or something, but you don't feel any wetness. What is going on?!

Then you remember... bits and pieces at least. There were drow, and then illithids, and a machine? These mindflayers must've done something to you... can it be reversed? You have to focus on your spells, surely one of them can be cast with only your mind, if you concentrated hard enough. Now which one would be... where are they? You try and try to recall the words, the gestures, the components... nothing. It's all gone.

This. More than the capture of your group. More than your new form. This is what breaks you.

Tears stream down your cheeks, dripping from your chin into your silly, stupid cleavage. A soft, sobbing moan is the only sound you can make.

You don't know how much time has passed.

It could be the next day, but you didn't sleep or felt tired. You just sort of zoned out and once you realized, there must've some time gone by.

Your trance ended when a drow entered the store, a tall female with white braids, and with a bucket full of a thick, white liquid.

She produced some sort of tube, with a short hose attatched to it, which she loaded full of the liquid, and then proceeded to 'feed' every doll with, while humming a song. You wanted to ask her questions, scream at her, **** her. But nothing came out your "O" shaped lips. Instead, the hose went in, and your whole world turned pink. Pink and warm.

You didn't even notice you were hungry until you tasted this sweet yet savory concoction. Some sort of milk dish maybe? You still can't move, of course, but the revitalizing effect is so strong, it makes you think you could fly, if you were just able to flap your arms. Your thoughts are also clearer than before. Only now, with a contrasting state to compare it to, do you realize how little was going on in your head the past fest hours. You remember the machine, the transformation. Even how they brought you over here, and exchanged you with this tall drow for money.

Wait, what about your spells?!

...

You'd be disappointed, if everything didn't feel so good and alive right now, but your spells are still gone.

"I just loaded these up." You hear the voice of the drow. Once she was done feeding you, she went around some shelves so you can't see who she is talking to. But you hear footsteps coming in your direction.

A large, female Orc comes into view. She's wearing pelt armor that barely conceals her large, green cleavage. She walks along the line of dolls, looking them up and down. Last she arrives at your spot. She kneels down to you, swipes her thumb across your lips, feels your hefty breasts... and suddenly grabs your cock.

Or she would, but instead of feeling her large, calloused hand close around your package, she rubs across... nothing? Skin? She inserts one of her fingers into you. You gasp internally. You have a vagina, and a towering orc woman is pushing and probing into it with one of her fat fingers. The feeling is indescribable, practically kicking any shock and awe you might've felt right out the door, making room for only pleasure. Warm, pink, all encompassing pleasure. You realize you're able to make soft moaning noises, even if involuntarily.

"Tight. Real tight. Didn't think I'd get even a finger in there."

"Is this your first halfling model? The dolls are all very stretchy and able to accomodate very large insertions. It's just rarely as necessary as with a halfling model. If we used an enlarge spell on you, you'd be just as able to put a finger into let's say an elf model, as you are right now with the halfling model."

"Only thing these tentacle faced eggheads are really good for. I'll take the redhead human and the halfling."

"Alright you maggots! New toys!", the voice of the orc woman carries even in this large open space. "Shortsword! Get over here!"

A small figure runs, as fast as it can, across the sands of the arena, which you're currently standing in. Or rather being held in, as the orc is keeping you from falling over, on this uneven ground.

"This one's for you! It's just your size!" She bellows a booming laughter. "This is more advanced than the other shit you've used so far. Just go a few rounds yourself, figure out what it's capable of! Got a smart head on those tiny shoulders! Try not to lose it!"

You're being handed over to a halfling. A halfling that you recognize.

"Unff, uhn, ah, ahhnng." is all Fighter says, as he pushes as deep inside of you as his small halfing cock allows him to.

You tried to tell him it's you. Tried to ask for help. Tried to stop him when he took you into the barracks. Tried to shove him away, when he took off his armor. And you tried to scream at him, when he first pushed inside of you. But you couldn't do anything. You could just lay there, on his small, spartanic bunk, and take it. Take his grunts and humping. Take his sweaty hands kneading your large, firm tits. You tried closing your eyes, but found you weren't able to even do that, so now you have to look at Fighter's dumb, lustful face, whenever that moron leans down to shove his tongue into your open mouth. He's licking across your lips, entangling his tongue with yours, even kissing your cheeks and nose, like that stupid idiot was in fucking love with you.

His pushing and shoving made your hair fall partly in front of your face, it's still auburn, but a fair bit longer than it used to be, when you wore it in a knot.

You can barely feel his little member, as he pistons in and out of you with reckless abandon.

It seems you can only faintly feel any touch, like all your tactile sensation has been subdued. You'd never admit it, but there's at least some pleasure, deep beneath the surface, making you moan whenever Fighter isn't occupying your mouth. But just like your thoughts, before the drow back in the store fed you, everything comes off muted.

"Wizard."

Wait. Did he just say your name?!

"Wizard, I'm close!"

You want to kill him. He fucking knows it's you! HE FUCKING RECOGNIZED YOU AND STILL DECIDED TO FUCK YOU!

"I'm sorry Wizard. I'm so sorry. I've seen the others use dolls. I know what happened to you. But you have no idea how horny I am, ever since I had to train and fight here. They don't fight the same way people above do. You'll see." Fighter pants into your ear. "I saw you and I couldn't resist. You're so hot now Wizard, and you always were. You've only ever been mean to us. But I still thought you were pretty. Even prettier than Cleric! Or all the other girls in the village! Sometimes I messed up just so you'd scold me. But now... we're here. And you're a woman and all. And I can do whatever." as if to prove his point, he turns you around and onto your stomach. He pulls you up a bit, and as if on instinct, your arms and knees push into the bunk to support you, propping you up for him to take from behind.

"I hope it's good for you.", he pants. "I know you feel it a little less, but you're moaning and all, so it probably feels good for you too, right? Maybe you've thought about doing this back in the village as well?"

I thought about killing you back in the village as well! Is what you want to shout. Whenever that moron fucked up, you wanted to screw his uneducated noggin off his neck. And now that little brute is fucking you! From behind! Like an animal!

"Wizard I'm close! Are you close too? Let's cum together!"

Fuck you idiot! Fuck you! Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou!

You feel small spurts of halfling cum being unloaded inside of you. And as that warm feeling, that dips your whole world in a pink coating of pleasure, kicks in again, you realize three things.

The first thing is, what was inside of the bucket back at the store.

The second things is, that it doesn't have to be fed to you through your mouth.

And the third thing is... you need this.

Not only because of the feeling, but to stay alive. Or rather, to stay "yourself", inside of this horrific, new body.

Fighter's cock shrinks right after after he came, it practically falls out of you. You wait for some liquid to drip down your thighs, but there is none. Has your body absorbed it all? Without a word, and with a lot less passion in his eyes, Fighter picks you up and rolls you under his bunk. Then he lies down above you, and sobs.

Pathetic moron.

The crowd roars, as Fighter block the stab of the minotaur with... with you.

The beast tried to shove a long, phallic looking club, coated in a violet liquid, into Fighter's mouth. The club has a propper handle, but beyond that it's pink, slightly bendable, and looks pretty much like a cock.

You're wearing a harnish made of straps and belts. Not that it covers anything of your body, but they connect to the handle on the back, making Fighter able to hold you in front of him with one hand. He is wielding you like a shield.

The dildo club the minotaur swung at fighter is now firmly lodged inside your pussy. You feel a warm, tingling sensation spreading from your lower half throughout your body. The club was probably coated in an aphrodisiac.

The minotaur tries to pull the club out of you, but you clench down hard to keep inside. This is something Battlemaster, the tall orc woman, taught you and Fighter during training.

As much as you'd like to see Fighter getting railed by copious ammounts of minotaur fuckflesh, Battlemaster told you what happens to dolls, once they've failed their masters. You would've shuddered if you could.

That and you still haven't given up hope.

In the short ammount of time, that you've spent inside the gladiator's barracks, you've learned about their hierarchy. Maybe someday, and with your help, Fighter will become arena champion. The most prestigious title a **** can earn. And when he does, people'll trip over themselves to gain his favor. There's gotta be a mage or a cleric. Hell even a druid or a, and by the gods you can't believe you're entertaining that thought, a bard. Someone who can reverse your state.

And once Fighter get's the chance, he'll certainly turn you back into a real living being.

Even though he's been fucking you almost every night now. Even though he whispers sweet nothings into your ears when he kisses you, only to discard you under the bunk once he's finished. And even though you'll probably kill him, the second you get control of your body back.

He'd surely want you to be your old self again... right?

-Wizard's Bad Ending-