More humiliating self discovery

Naamah felt particularly proud on these little traps. She knew both adventurers would soon reach breaking points, and how they handled these customized humiliations would decide their fates. Still, if she could keep this thrill of depraved humiliation going forever the dungeon boss would!

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Caleb couldn’t ignore it anymore. Every mirror he passed in this hallway he knew something was wrong, and his fear of what it would be kept him hoping if he could just keep moving, keep focused on swaying his hips so his heels wouldn’t falter, he could pass it. But he finally looked, finally saw.

In the mirror was him. Well… almost him. He looked up and down the curvy sexy body of his double, the frame wrong and yet right. He knew though, new it wasn’t a reflection. Not only was all the lingerie of the doppelgänger black, but his movements were a half second late, and his face had a lust addled smile and eyes he’d hope he’d never have. Meeting the mirror images eyes froze the Femboy warrior, just long enough that it could step forward, stepping out of the mirror and into the hallway with Caleb.

Confused by so many emotions, the warrior went with his fear, holding up his sword. The dark Caleb did the same, matching him instantly. Shit… how was he supposed to fight himself?

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The cleric didn’t know what came over her. She knew hesitation would lead to failure, so went with her first instinct bound and kneeling before the large stone cock, to please it with all her might. She feverishly licked up the sides before sucking on the tip, switching back and forth both taking more of the massive stone tip each time. A part of her felt foolish, felt shame that in an empty room she would perform such lewd acts on a statue, but fuck if it didn’t feel good. What really surprised her was when after getting to her throat she felt something squirt out the end. Ohh fuck was this precum from the magic statue? She tried to look up while sucking, and the statues head had moved, looking down on her now with a primal lust. Vindicated, scared, and humiliated for enjoying herself, the sluttier cleric continued with an unbroken feverish energy.

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Caleb started panting. Yes it was hard fighting in heels, but he was grateful for the magic boost these items gave, or he’d be finished by now. He’d been clashing blades with his double for a while now, but how do you fight something doing the same things as you at the same time?

He paused to catch his breath, looking up and down the opposing body. Wait… was that his body? Somehow it hadn’t crossed the dense boys mind his had turned just as feminine, curvy, and lustful as his doppelgänger. His hand started to roam up and down, when did his hips get this wide?! And, shit, he’d now filled his bra, even if they were still a cups. A shame filled the boy, face blushed crimson, especially as he knew he was hard in his tight panties… that’s when he noticed. The dark Caleb was touching himself the same way, and was hardening enough to poke out of his own panties. What if he needed to not fight him, but… no. No no no! But it was the logical thing to do!

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These adventurers played their roles perfectly. Naamah couldn’t help but fondle herself watching watches humiliation. The cleric debasing herself without a moment of hesitation, gagging on the statues cock just to open a door, while the warrior threw his weapon to the side, literally having to live the feminine version of himself as they walk to each other and begin to kiss. Both of these are cute, but the demon wanted more!