Drink the Pink Milk Potion

Gretchen’s pink milk potion can transform you from a man into a woman of generous proportions. You are not certain how such a potion can aid you in this moment, but you have a feeling it is the right choice. You slip the vial containing the potion out of your belt pouch and remove the stopper. The giant red eye of the monster girl stares at you with unblinking evil as you tip the potion to your lips.

“What is that you are drinking?” asks the roper girl. “I hope it is not heavy spirits. I prefer my morsels unmarinated.”

The sweet potion pours into your mouth, across your tongue, and you gulp it down, tasting the essence of Gretchen’s milk mingling with various strawberry-sweet reagents to create a quite delicious potion. You gulp down the last of it just as the change begins. Your body grows feverishly warm and you cry out as your cock splits and peels in half. Your penis quickly shifts and reforms as a vagina, your hips widening and your ass growing rounder, and your breasts swelling substantially until they are nearly bursting from your tunic. Even your face is changed, growing more heart-shaped with a more delicate nose and more pointed chin.

“Master, you make a very beautiful woman,” murmurs Hina, “but I am not certain how this will aid you in defeating the roper.”

“Trust me,” you say, winking at Hina. You hope it conveys the confidence you do not feel as you turn back to the smirking roper and her slimy, man-eating maw.

“Oh, but I could never harm a woman,” says the roper, her tentacles wiggling with excitement.

“I thought that might be the case,” you say, surprised by your soft voice when you try to project. “Let us pass and we will leave you in peace.”

“Of course,” chuckles the roper. “Please, continue on your way.”

She pulls her tentacles to one side, leaving a narrow path open to the passage the elf used to escape. You start forward, conscious of the way your hips and buttocks move and the distinct jiggling of your breasts in your straining tunic. You must get very close to the roper to pass her.

“Hina, go first,” you say.

“But master,” she protests. “If—”

You hold up a hand and urge her forward. “Go.”

The golem girl nods, her glassy eyes flashing with concern as she turns sideways and craps past the roper girl. The roper keeps all but one tentacle out of Hina’s path. This single tentacle reaches out, stroking over Hina’s porcelain breasts and trailing slime down to the golem girls molded mound. Hina whimpers but slips past the roper’s dripping tentacle and out of reach of the monstrous maiden.

“Your turn,” says the roper girl, smiling at you and her lipless maw twitching as if with anticipation.

You turn sideways as you approach the roper, noting her distinct musky odor like a mixture of sex and ****. You are much more voluptuous than Hina and your ample breasts practically rub against the fleshy column of the roper’s body. Her human torso, sticking out of that hideous body, twists to face you, her eyes practically glowing with evil. You realize she has no intention of letting you pass as her tentacles swarm around you suddenly.

“You bitch!” you cry.

“Oh, my dear girl, you will be the bitch!” laughs the roper, seizing you in a half-dozen slimy tentacles.

“Master!” cries Hina, reaching towards you with concern.

“No! Stay back!” you shout as your arms and legs are pulled in four different directions, straining your muscles. You can hardly do more than jerk and writhe in the slimy bonds of the roper girl. She has you and she knows it, gloating over you as her tentacles strip off your boots and slime glistens on your tunic, causing it to cling tightly to your breasts.

“Oh, my pretty girl, we will have such fun together,” chuckles the roper, tearing away the fabric of your underwear and stripping off your tunic. Your slimy breasts bounce free and the tingling slime warms and saturates your flesh.

Cold fear rises in your belly. You look up at the roper and moan, “Are you going to eat me?”

A tentacle strokes your face almost sweetly. She leans her upper body down and lifts you up to meet her. Your slimy tits press against hers and she smashes a hot, sloppy kiss to your lips.

“No, my dear, I have much better uses for a lovely girl like you.” She sniffs at you. “Especially one at the peak of her fertility.”

“What? No!” you cry out, but it is too late to save yourself from this fate.

Slimy tentacles encircle your soft breasts, squeezing them and binding them in the powerful tendrils. The tips of the roper girl’s tentacles flick and tease your stiff nipples, making you cry out with pleasure. The moment your mouth opens, a tentacle thrusts between your lips and to the back of your throat. Warm, slick, sour slime pours into your mouth and you are **** to swallow. Your thoughts become hazy and your body warms wherever the slime touches.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” you moan, your struggle lessening and your eyes rolling back.

“That’s right,” whispers the roper girl. “Don’t fight it, my pretty girl. Soon you will be mine. My pretty breeder bitch.”

“Mmmmmmm,” you moan, your hips jerking as you feel tentacles crawling up your legs and circling around your buttocks. Her tentacles part your fleshy checks and you cry out around the tentacle in your mouth as your ass is stuffed full of wriggling tentacles. They plunge in and out of your aching asshole, but do not touch your cunt.

A new tentacle emerges from the roper’s body, thicker and with pink petals that open to reveal a glistening white phallus dripping with yellowish slime.

“Hmmmmmnnnn!” you cry, eyes widening as you see the strange tentacle slide between your creamy thighs.

“Yes, my little fat-titted slut,” laughs the roper girl. “Prepare yourself for my seed!”

The slimy white cock plunges into your newly made cunt, driving all the way to your tender womb. The tentacle moves with vigorous thrusts as the roper girl holds you close, smiling down upon you, her breasts heaving with the motion of her many tentacles.

“Oooh! So tight!” she laughs, fucking you even harder. “I shall change that given time!”

You are helpless to resist her. You gag and gurgle around the thrusting tentacle in your throat. Your cunt quakes and your ass trembles. You can only howl as the cock in your cunt swells and bulges and finally, as a climax is **** through your body, explodes in a massive gush of monstrous spunk.

“Nnnnnnnnnnnnn!” you cry, your pleasure reaching an even-greater height. Your body is overcome as you are bred by the hateful monster girl. All of your fear and anger fade away. Your concern for Hina is gone as your mind is melted with perverse pleasure. As you are transformed into the roper girl’s breeding ****.

“Yessss! Yes! We will fill this castle with my spawn!” she laughs, pumping more and more cum into your overflowing cunt.