Princess

“Anchor needs this trade arrangement with this flux Lord,” the ambassador insisted. “You have full power to negotiate. We will wait here for your return. Good luck son.”

Jeff nodded uncertainly. He was the ambassadors aid but knew little about flux and flux lords.They had travelled out into flux and now camped just outside the fluxland. It’s ruler was a female flux lord. Jeff knew enough to fear her as she was like a strange Goddess. In Anchor men ruled. But not here. Flux lords ruled and they were a strange lot he’d heard. Worse they had no one with flux power in their delegation. They had a false wizard and a stringer but no one else. They were extremely **** to the flux lord.

Swallowing his fear he stepped from the desolate chaos of flux into the fluxland. He was somewhat relieved to be in a place that looked like Anchor. It was a small flux land, created and maintained by the will of the flux lord. There was a small lake, pasture and a castle. He had expected to be struck dead or cursed when he entered but nothing happened. He walked towards the castle. He saw women tending the fields. Naked serfs. Some were pregnant. He passed a few centaurs and staired. They were female too but wore armour on their human torsos. Then he saw some cow human hybrids, naked females with horns and cowbells. Cowtaurs? They looked up to watch him pass then went back to work. At the gate to the castle were female soldiers. They smirked at him as he entered. He walked down the corridor. He saw more naked slavegirls that looked at him meekly and women soldiers and female officials. One looked him over. “Name?”

“Jeff Arizona. From Anchor Luck.” He said. “Come to negotiate a trade agreement with the fluxlord.”

“Luck huh? Our fluxlord came from Luck. She doesn’t care much for it... you men get a little high and mighty there you know... go on in.” She said curtly. “Jeff Arizona of Anchor Luck!”“ The herald announced.

The fluxlord sat upon regally her throne and regarded Jeff as he entered. She was a giant woman. Seven foot tall and muscular and feminine. A powerful goddess. She regarded him with disdain. “A man? Men are forbidden entry to my domain!” She waved her hand and power reached out and enveloped Jeff.

His military uniform seemed to evaporate into golden chains that hung about his lean muscular frame. The energy continued to suffuse his body and he felt it change him. He grew smaller, his hair grew longer and darker with red streaks. He felt his chest swell slightly with rounded weight, nipples larger. He had breasts now, naked and girt in ornamental chains. His muscles shrank away as the changes continued. Fat rounded his ass and legs as his pelvis widened to give him child baring hips. His waist narrowed. His manhood dwindled, shaft splitting and merging with his groin in a feminine slit and mound that nestled about his tiny nubbed head, now a pronounced clitoris. The changes moved upwards and inwards as his testes ascended disconcertingly, shrivelling, tingling deep in his belly as they became ovaries and fallopian tubes above a womb. “An improvement.” The goddess observed. “I find it preferable to deal only with women here. Men are made into subservient girls in my domain. Luck never learns... but I suppose if they sent women they would not want to leave.”

Jeff stared at her new body and begged to differ. The fluxlord had gifted her with a fluxgirl body. In flux this was not necessarily permanent but the delegation was to return to Anchor where it would be. In Anchor Fluxgirls had second class citizen status. “Um. Your ladyship. Will you return me to my former self when I leave?” She asked hopefully. She felt even smaller beside the flux lord now. Her voice was high and breathy. Sexy. She felt intimidated by the fluxlords power. Fearful. She tried to cover her nakedness but realised quickly that touching herself led to arousal. She shivered and gasped. She understood was naked because her skin was now overly sensitive. She understood why half of the populace was naked. It was an effective way of differentiating between former men and true born women in the fluxland. This was a rare fluxgirl trait as hypersensitivity made a fluxgirl overly sexual - if such a thing were possible. Jeff swallowed in fear. This was not good!

“No. You have sullied my land enough with your male presence. You are much better like this. Now you wished to discuss trade?” She asked. Jeff nodded. Reluctantly she started negotiations. She worked from a position of weakness. Scared. Afraid. Uncertain. She quickly conceded to the fluxlord’s demands. The ambassador had told her that the flux lord would be persuasive and what their bottom line would be and that what they agreed on.

Soon the small naked curvaceous girl was being escorted from the fluxland. The other naked girls she had seen before eyed her with sympathy as they knew she was bound for Anchor and a life of servitude as a fluxgirl. Her escort, a soldier, paused at the edge of the fluxland. The soldier produced a collar and leash which she put about Jeff’s neck. “There you go little princess.” She said smirking as she pushed Princess back out into the wastelands of flux. The naked fluxgirl walked fifty metres and saw her former comrades. The ambassador approached and took her leash.

“How did things go?” He asked as he led her back to the entourage.

“As expected Sir,” Princess told him.

“Good girl. It is regrettable but expected that she changed you. If we had a wizard we could change you back - but you are not worth the effort. You were selected for this mission because you were unimportant and expendable... and once a man is turned into a woman he can no longer be viewed as an equal. Don’t fear. The Fluxgirls produced by this particular fluxlord are most sought after. You are more valuable now than you ever were as a man... come.”

Princess was led back to Anchor and her future life. They walked for half the day, away from the fluxland and any chance of her former life. She found her new form disconcerting but gradually more natural. The other aids stared at her with interest, clearly relieved she had been chosen for this mission, but also intrigued by her. She found their interest ... enjoyable and found herself showing off for them.

Her lovely breasts jiggled and her wide sexy hips swayed as she walked and she was acutely aware of her lack of manhood and new sex. She intuited how to make herself look and move enticingly and found herself doing so. Masculinity was power in Anchor and hers was gone. But femininity also had its strength and she was quite feminine now. She started to think on her future life. A fluxwife baring children for her lord and husband? A good time girl working in a pleasure house? Perhaps a consort for visiting dignitaries. The latter seemed possible. She didn’t feel as vacuous as other Fluxgirls. She was all still there mentally although clearly she was acting like a fluxgirl.

They arrived at Anchor. Princess hesitated at the edge and the ambassador pushed her in. She stepped back to Anchor, into the permanence of this existence. They continued on and Princess was lost in thought. There was no going back. Only forwards.

When they arrived back at the ambassadors office he led her by her leash to his rooms. “To make things clear...” he carresed her breast, flank, belly and mons then rubbed her sex. Princess moaned as he thoughts dissolved into animal need and before she knew it she was bending over his desk, breast amongst his papers and quills and blotters, Indian ink staining her ample chest as the inkwell was spilled. She felt him at her lips and whimpered pleadingly as he thrust into her. He had been augmented by flux and he was thick and long, his balls large.

“Yes... Master... I am your fluxgirl,” she declared as he screwed her hot, wet and tight new sex.

She came once, twice, thrice. Then he filled her to overflowing with his seed. She lay atop his desk a hot sweaty panting wreck. Cum oozed down her inner thighs and her belly felt warm and full.

“You are mine. You serve me. You are a fluxgirl... but you aren’t. Your intelligence remains but you are subject to all the urges, desires and weaknesses of a flux girl. Cum...” at his word her body was wracked by another orgasm. “Heh. Good girl. Now because you have intelligence still you are of use to me. You will be my consort but when dignataries visit you will entertain them. You will serve them. And you will spy on them... understood?”

Princess gasped in pleasure and nodded. “Yes master. I live to serve you.”

“Good,” he pulled her off the desk onto her knees on the floor. His magnificent cock faced her. “Show me how good you are at serving.”

Princess nodded and kissed her masters cock. Then she engulfed it in her pretty mouth. She started to suck it hungrily. She loved sucking cock she realised. Her body shivered with another orgasms as her head bobbed.