Minotaur

You are Chauva, a Minotaur.

Standing seven feet tall and twice as broad as any man, with vast, sturdy horns adorning your bull's head and wide powerful hooves, you had pledged your service to Plagueis in pursuit of ever greater might. While his displays of magical **** were impressive at first, his delay in reorganizing the march after being repelled by the nearby kingdom of Relis has dampened your initial admiration. You heard rumors that his rule was going to be challenged, and find yourself hoping that they are true, and that whatever the outcome, the high-ups will be galvanized into action afterwards.

Until then, you have orders, and are not yet so dissatisfied that you would abandon them.

After the repelled military campaign, assassins and bounty hunters from the human realms and their allies have been coming for your master. Most of them are killed in the midlands, but you are patrolling the grounds of the citadel just in case any stragglers manage to punch through.

You had just sat to take a break behind the main gate when you felt a bizarre sensation fall over you. You start and turn around in panic before you recognize the feel of dark magic. It seems that Plagueis is bestowing a boon on the troops. Perhaps now you will see battle again.

You grin as you let the power wash over you. Your muscles tingle as you daydream of beating down human warriors, ripping their measly armor apart with your bare hands, groping at their impassioned lengths-

Wait, what?

You shake your head in confusion, where had that thought come from?

You have studded and **** yourself on females before, both your own species and humans. But you are a male, dominating and breed-capable. You have never before desired another of your same sex.

And yet this fantasy has taken root and digs into you relentlessly. You drop your great-axe and cradle your head as you bellow in distress at the visions of yourself sucking a human's member, showing your rump to an approaching soldier, being penetrated in your feminine lips-

What is happening to you?

You fall to your knees and rip off your loincloth, the only clothing that you wear, exposing your throbbing phallus. You grasp it with a moan as an unbearable pressure squeezes down on the whole of your body.

You beat your rod harshly as you are assaulted by irrepressible images of yourself in sexual submission to human males. Your faint, panted protests breaking in a high cry as you unwillingly release on yourself.

Gasping for air, you find that you have just enough control back to get back on your feet, but when you stand, you find yourself barely able to support your own head. Propping yourself up on the wall, you look down and see than your body has shortened and thinned significantly. Your skin is smoother and softer-looking, and there is swelling on your chest.

You reach up to cup it, and the sensation confirms your fears. You have breasts.

You don't even have the time to be stunned by the revelation, as the feelings you experience from your new chest revive your member, and you slump down in another helpless masturbation session.

One hand grabs at your penis and balls, and you note how they feel smaller, while the other fondles each small breast in turn. To you horror, the mounds on your chest each grow and plump up the more you grope. The sensation of immense pressure returns, accompanied by a sickening writhing in your innards, and you climax this time is preceded by a series of cracks from your abdomen and pelvis.

You look down tiredly at yourself. Your body is utterly womanly now, with high, firm breasts and wide, rounded hips. Exhausted, you collapse chest first.

You consider yourself as you are; ass up and face down in a pool of your cum, breasts pressing into the mud, and let out a pathetic whimper. Your diminished cock gives a twitch, and you find yourself stroking it yet again, face heating up unbelievably as you do so.

Thoughts of being discovered like this by invaders, being used like your new female body screams out for, come unbidden but no longer do you even try to resist. Your face aches from the shame, only for your to realize that something much more substantial is the true cause. With a cracked scream, your face is pushed in by some unseen ****, features rearrange like clay and your fur falls out as you wail out through your ejaculation.

When it's over, you drag yourself over to the bridge and peer down at the most, dreading what you will see.

Sure enough, gazing up at you when you peek over the handrails is a human face. The only proof of your former species is your bovine horns, and even those have shrunk considerably.

You stumble back in despair, crying out for an explanation. You feel about blindly and in a panic at your alien face, your curvaceous form, your groin-

A spark of pleasure snaps you out of it. You stare down wide-eyed at what once was your impressive package. The tight little scrotum, the straining pink erection. Your mind knows that if you cum again, you will lose this last piece of yourself forever. Your hands reach down against your wishes.

You lean back as you work yourself to the final pinnacle, fingers rubbing your tiny rod, palm pressing your sack up against you pelvic bone. You can't even bring yourself to care about the impending lose of your masculinity, all that can be done now is to finish the progression into femininity.

You see a final vision of yourself being impregnated by a man as a demon woman with bone-white skin holds you up, and orgasm with a scream as you feel your genitals being sucked into your body.

That last climax made you black out. When you wake up you go to look at you reflection again, from the waters' edge so you can see your whole body.

You stand just under six feet tall. Your face is human, with shaggy brown hair and pair of medium-sized horns. The only other non-human features you have are a bovine tail and hoofed feet covered in short fur up to partway up the thighs. Your frame is lightly muscled and undeniably female, with full breasts jutting out high and proud, a tight, toned midriff, round hips, and a firm pillow of an ass.

You feel like you should be outraged at the unwilling transformation, but can't muster up the emotion for it. Instead, you go to pick up your things. The loincloth is ripped in half to form a breastband with material to spare to serve the original purpose. The great-axe is difficult to wield now, but mercifully far from impossible.

You look around, a bit unsure of where you stand all of a sudden, when you catch the scent of a human in the breeze. The light musk sends a tingle through your new female equipment, and without really thinking about it you start in that direction, eager to test out your freshly acquired charms for their intended purpose.