Princess Powers!

Your messy diaper was annoying. The pacifier was infuriating. All around, you should have been pissed off at the world, clad in your mishmash of sissy outfits and looking like a fool. But you weren't, at least not at this moment.

For now, you were so fascinated by these powers you'd just been bestowed, so much so that you spent more time than necessary on them. When you realized how easy it was to command a slime out onto the battlefield, you summoned another, until you had a gaggle of the cute cave slimes surrounding you. Sure, it was super weird having them expelled straight from your ass, slipping out your diaper, and then plopping onto the ground; the reverse occurred when you called one 'back', slithering up your ass.

However, the power of the slimes was intoxicating, enough so that you grew comfortable having them move in and out of your ass like you were a broodmother. Once you tested the power of the gaggle, realizing they could pick up boulders if commanded, you felt comfortable enough proceeding further into the cave.

Progress was slow. Your current attire didn't help, but you swore you heard voices up ahead, meaning you needed to be stealthy.

Your stealth paid off. Seeing a fire way ahead, you had worked into a low crawl, peaking from behind a boulder at the open cavern.

Three figures like the prior cultists. A large treasure chest right against the wall. Clear evidence the cave ended here, seeing as no more passages existed; the cultists talked amongst themselves. You knew how you could approach this. Amidst the dark, your slimes could go unnoticed, meaning you could use them to make up for your weakness, striking the cultists at a precise moment.

Your plan was perfect. Until you had to expel over a hundred slimes from your ass. Then, you struggled to contain moans and groans, and you were happy enough to have a (incredibly bloated) cum filled diaper and pacifier to suppress your moans.

The slimes listened to your call, fading into the walls like bits of dew, and slowly approaching the three men. When you 'knew' (it was hard to describe, but you knew for a fact they were ready to strike), you stood up, screaming through your pacifier at the men. Waving like a mad man, you grabbed all of their attentions.

All three turned. One readied his hands to strike. Another looked at his feet. The last one yelled in terror. One cultist got a spell off at you before the cascade of slimes swallowed them whole. It hit your tiara, making you stumble a bit, before

Their screams faded into nothing as the slimes worked through them. One questioned you whether the men should be killed, and you, in no mood to play with the men, watched in squeamish horror as the slimes dissolved flesh, turning them into bone, and soon enough, into nothing but memories.

Pumping your fist, you felt a sense of victory as you waddled down to the chest. Close to it, you turned around as you heard a loud noise behind you; it was the large slime from before. His tendrils gently work through your ear canal.

"You kill last robe man. You no have to. Yet you do. Slime Prince join you. Slime Prince help you control slimes."

'He' (as odd as assigning a name to a blob might be) pulled out his tendrils. For a second, you screamed in terror as he enveloped your body. Your flesh felt like it was dissolving, fading into nothing, and then......it was over.

Your tiara had a prominent new diamond on its head, and you felt the slimes voice 'speak' directly to you.

"I here. I no need to enter you like regular slime. Princess, I join you on your quest, King Slime handle Cave kingdom. I clean your waste as thanks."

You feel confused at what the hell just occurred, but before you can sit down and contemplate what a Slime Prince or Slime King is, you remember the fact you have a baby's implement stuck in your mouth, and a (now clean) diaper strapped to your waist. A book nearby casts light on why the hell a pentagram is shown on the ground.

Eldritch Rituals: History, Practice & More!

The cheesy title aside, you begin to pour through the book, quickly scanning for something like 'undo'. It's written in archaic, if understandable, language, and when you happen upon 'Restarting a Ritual - Subsection 3.3: Undoing your progress', you quickly read on. Right. If you read this right, your magical prowess and height will come back if you stand in the center of the pentagram, and chant out loud....

Shit.

You can't chant. Emma's voice cackles in your mind.

"Purely out of the fact that you are keeping me very interested sissy, I'll give you a chance to do this. Reread the chapter." The text has changed from chanting the words of the page to thinking them, while achieving sexual pleasure. Great. A perverted ritual.

You have ****. Not in your mind at least. Standing amidst the circle, you think the words on the page, your free hand rubbing against the diaper. Thinking the words over and over, you feel your tiny little pecker swell forth, even in his cage. Unable to cum, you desperately search for a good spot, until the 'Slime Prince' speaks in your mind.

"I help."

Following his words, you feel both your ass eject its remaining slimes, and the other slimes on the ground surround you, flowing into your diaper. It was like a million little mouths had latched onto your dick, making you cum in less than a millisecond, regardless of the your hand. Before you could do anything, the pentagram lit up, and you saw purple fill the area, followed by tentacles grabbing you tightly.

Whatever stood in front of you could not be described. It was a mass of.....well, eldritch horror. Tentacles, horrifying maws, and whatever else your terrified mind imagined. Time was frozen, the fire not flickering, the slimes not wobbling.

"You're an idiot." The eldritch horror's voice was Emma's. Even as horrifying as it was, you still made yourself giggle when you thought 'that fits'. "I can hear your thoughts. Anyway, you got hit by one of the cultists. Because of that magical infection, the ritual actually summoned the eldritch being. Since that would be a game over, and you haven't had enough yet, I'll let you choose some punishments."

You nod, the tentacles exploring your exposed skin as Emma continued speaking.

"From the top:

• You already lost most of your magical power and some height - You can keep that punishment or can ask me to choose a better fitting physical punishment. No spoilers.

• Secondly, that chest was going to have a nice little reward for completing a request. Not anymore. You choose. Do you want something that is: babifying, sissifying, bimbofying, slutifying or something in between?

• Lastly, we'll add a new kink to this world. It'll still be sissy quest, but now you might notice some more strands with this kink in it.. Imagine Sissy Quest, plus: cuckolding, watersports, more diapers, more bondage, more of something else?

Choose quick. I am not patient."

You try to think over your choices....

Author Note: I realize this is a lot of choices. Just trying to maybe see what direction we'll be taking this story. Hope you still enjoy even with all this :)

Choice One - Will you accept the reduction in height and magical powers, or bet on Emma's choosing?:

• keep that punishment
• ask Emma to choose a better fitting physical punishment

Choice Two - What 'Reward' will you get from the chest? Something...:

• babifying
• sissifying
• bimbofying
• slutifying
• something in between
• something else

Choice Three - What new fetish will you 'bestow' upon Sissy Quest?

• cuckolding
• watersports
• more diapers
• more bondage
• more of something else
• more of nothing