A feminine frame

Naamah watched the adventurer warrior as he walked out of the room, steadily getting used to the heels now locked on his feet. He looked adorable, flustered as he learned to sway his hips to keep his balance. While she had made sure there were benefits for the adventurer’s stats, the cute boy was apparently unaware as he wore more of the cursed clothing, his body was slowly changing to match. Already the boys frame was turning more hourglass, as his hips and ass filled out while his shoulders and waist slowly shrank. The boy was also shrinking, though the high heels now compensated for the lack of inches. The demon scientist couldn’t wait for the moment the slow transformation dawned on him, and the humiliation of **** femininity on his fragile male bravado.

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Caleb had gotten these heels down faster than he thought. At first he decided to try them on to see if he could notice an effect, but the damn things locked instantly leaving him **** but to continue on in them. He felt ridiculous, dressed in items he’d long to see a cute girl in. Instead, as he walked his humiliation continued more and more as he felt more comfortable and ashamed of it. He hoped he came across his sister soon, though explaining his additional items was not going to be fun.

The hallway he traveled seemed nicer somehow, elegant rugs lined the stone, and numerous landscape painting dotted the walls. Still, there was an eerie sensation that was steadily growing, as if something was moving or following him just out of sight in the shadows of the paintings.

The worst was the full sized mirrors he passed. He tried not to look at himself, feeling a strange arousal blending with the shame and humiliation of his attire. The last thing he’d want is to enjoy his situation, and deal with what that might mean. Still, the side glances he couldn’t help but give the figure gave him unease, like the movement was just slightly out of sync…

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Jessica was relieved her stamina and mana were finally restored. Walking through these hallways alone bound and **** were bad enough, but having her shameful desires magically enhanced to such excruciating degrees, she didn’t know if she could have stopped herself from throwing her body to the first monster to use her. She was also weirdly grateful to her bound hands, otherwise she might have been shamelessly playing with her needy pussy to get any relief. Calmer and more controlled now, she still felt the heave shame and humiliation of her desires… especially as she pictured her innocent brother discovering her in mid pleasure. What would he think, her losing her virginity to such a thing? Or that she secretly wanted more?! The humiliation burned in her cheeks and groin, fueling her forward to hopefully a way out (or, as a part of her wanted, forward to her next exposure.)

It didn’t take long for her to come to the end of the hallway, to an elegantly decorated circular room dominated by a large stone figurine in the center. Standing 8 feet tall with wings fully outstretched was a statue of a stunningly beautiful demon, standing proudly naked on her cloven hooves, the only non feminine feature was the equally impressive member standing straight out from her groin. Enchanted letters circled the base, causing the bound girl to get on her knees and bend forward to read. ‘Pleasure ensures the path forward. Eagerness leads to ecstasy, while hesitation leads to denial.’ Those daunting words loomed over the bound girl as she bent to look up, inches from the stone monster’s monster.