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Chapter 13
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Traversing a Forest
You take stock of all the positives you have, before jumping or even being indecisive with your choice; the pickings are slims when you search for silver linings. For one, you do have a slimey army at your disposal, which is nothing to scoff at. You'd count yourself as pretty charismatic too. However, the negatives far out way those two things: no magic from your wand, no attacks either, slow waddling, constant teasing from said wand, your **** need for food and drink, and worst of all, your pounding headache.
It had started in that cave, but it was definitely getting worse as you sat (prim and proper due to your restraints) on a rock to contemplate what to do. When you sat down on the rock, you yelped from the sensitivity of your prostate, slowly slipping onto the rock. Right. Even through two thick diapers you were like this....
One thing was certain. You needed whoever's help you could get.
You reached out to the Slime which resided in your tiara, badgering him with questions, all of which he sadly responded with the same words.
We cave slimes. Not know outside world well. Maybe find forest slime?
Before asking him about forest slimes, you question if maybe slimes could dissolve metal; the slime sends one out your mouth, examine your metal bounds individually. The fellow quickly retreats back into your oral cavern and you receive your report.
Material cave slimes not know. Maybe core slimes know. They hard to find.
You thought back to first reply, wondering if there were slime rivalries which might make your slimes fight a forest slime. He almost chuckles at your question.
No problem with them. They see your crown, maybe friends. Forest slimes just hippies. They no hurt.
You sigh. Just as you're about to give up and trod the (long) path back to the town, he speaks once more.
Forest slimes nearby. Slime Princess befriend forest slime. Royal escort.
Before you can question what exactly a royal escort entails, you feel it rush out of your colon, as you yelp. Each slime presses pass your prostate, making you cum from each entering and exiting your body; by the time the twenty or so slimey guards have left your guts, your inner diaper is sticky with your seed. You follow the slimes, not quite knowing what you're getting into.
It doesn't take you long to find out. Well, it does take you awhile, but judging by your distance from your horrible little waddle, you only had been traveling a few miles...Your headache was only getting worse when you reached the battlefield.
It is a confusing scattered hell of a scene. You see a large, twig covered slime, the same size as your Prince Slime. Around 'him' (you still didn't know if a blob of jiggling Jello was a male, but it fit) were men and women, all muscular and larger than life. They seemed to be engaged in a parlay with the slime, and surrounding them were dead slimes.
Your royal slime 'escort' draws both parties attention. The fighting ceases and you speak up.
"Do-don't hurt him." Your chipmunky voice is incredibly cracky and broken, making you sound less confident then ever, but the slime separates himself further from the party, and you soon find yourself between the two parties. One tall woman approaches. When you realize this 'woman' has a dick which is swinging around her kneecaps, you gulp.
"You're telling us not to hurt the creature which has hunted our tribe, stolen our game, and pilfered our riches?" She says, arms crossed.
"Pl-please. Lemme talk to him." You take no slow measure to turn quickly and face the gigantic fellow, who's remaining forest slimes have crowded around him, quivering. You feel tendrils leave your brain, and you are briefly the conduit between your resident Cave slime and the Forest slime, two prince's talking. The entire time you attempt to focus on the conversation.
However, your headache is worsening. In fact, it's like your brain is searing itself; as you focus on the conversation, you feel the headache slowly works its way down your throat, into your lungs, then into your stomach, then in a second, pressed against your colons. Its like you needed to use the bathroom, but, you definitely didn't. Except you find yourself, still being the conduit between slimes, crouching down and filling your diaper like a pro. Not realizing what you did, you gasp as you hear your Slime Prince talking to you.
Princess. Forest Slime not mean to hurt them. What happened was....
In the end of the day (after your cave slime explained the situation to you), you are able to broker a peace between the slime and pack of muscular men, women and 'women'. A long story shortened into a few words, the forest slime had been protecting deer from a pack of poachers, and unintentionally hurt the tribe, who then retaliated, and the situation spiraled from there. You again are the go between the groups, with the pack satisfied with your work.
Princess. Forest Prince wish to join us. He want to lay low.
Before you can question just what the hell you're agreeing too, you feel familiar (if woody tasting) tendrils assail each crevice and nook and cranny of your body briefly. Groaning, you struggle for a second, before a very quick sucking sound places the Forest slime into your tiara, and you hear a (now) chipper voice.
Hiya! Thanks for talking with them Princess and Cave Prince. Have space for some of my slimes?
Before you even get your ability to answer, you hear the Cave Prince give approval, and then a rush of forest slimes into your anus. Making you fall onto your ass. The mess in your diaper spreads even further, as does the cum which splatters more of the inside of your diaper; when it's over, you briefly feel sick, then you feel good enough to talk to the pack of humans which have hung around to talk with you.
You contemplate what to call the female looking creature, who's meat has to be hundreds of times bigger than your, in front of you, but you settle on ma'am.
"Ma'am, do you have any food or drink to spare? I, uhm, lost my way." She snorts.
"You look like you need some help missy. Did you escape from the local daycare with that outfit?" She cackles a bit. You're sort of shocked at her reply, but **** out some words.
"N-no. I'm an adventurer." Her group together giggles, male and female laughter combined making it worse.
"Not a traditional adventurer's garb. Now a Princess being out in the middle of the Forgotten Forest. That's a story the Chief will want to hear! I'm sure she will have my head if I don't tell her about the diaper wearing Princess gal that saved our asses." She says, others nodding, some saying to bring you along.
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up. It's like you're ready to fight the group, but you also realize she seems to be being friendly. Before you answer her, you question her for one resource: a drink. Nodding, she unstraps the flask at her hip, and you paw at it with your hands. After a huff at your failure, the tribal shoves the lid of the leather wineskin into your mouth. Whatever you expected from the bottle, it wasn't exactly cum, but that's what you were glugging down.
It was hard to place at first, but the saltiness told it all - you were reviled but also thirsty. Before you knew it, you had suckled the whole leatherskin down, and she let your lips unlatch.
"You can't just drink it all Princess! Now you have to come back to the village with us girl - if only as a courtesy for stealing my liquids for the hunt." The woman says, and you soon find yourself placed onto a horse, tied at the waist to your 'friendly' helper so that you safely ride the horse backwards due to your metal restraints. As you travel with the party, you realize a fact.
They think you are a female. No, they completely and utterly believe you are a female, even though you have a choker saying Faggot round your neck. You contemplate the situation, but also contemplate whether you should well, expose the fact to random strangers that you are male. Before you can really consider that too deeply, you feel another headache come on, this one a brief flicker before rushing down your spine and into your thighs.
Then another comes. It rushes out of your head and into your achilles tendon. Then one rushes to your nipples which become even more sensitive. After every inch your body experiences shocks, you feel one more gigantic headache plop directly against your colon, and before you can consider it, you feel a massive mess fill your diaper, and your GUI light up.
"Everything alright back there Princess?" Your friendly guide asks.
"Lik-like totally!" You mutter with a squeak. Your gloved hand covers your mouth as you read the GUI and you feel dizzy.
Bimbo-EZ-Juice completely removed from body! Due to user cumming during poisoned period, effects multiplied. User came: 23 times.
User gains Bimbo Speak!
User must stop themselves from messing to prevent: 12.5 percent drop in IQ.
User failed!
User must stop themselves from messing to prevent: 12.5 percent drop in IQ.
User failed!
User gains perk: Shitting Your Brains Out - Made this perk for you, shit for brains - every time you feel the need to go number two, you'll become smarter; the quicker you go, the smarter you feel, and the longer the perk lasts for. However, holding it makes you physically stronger, with the longer you hold it making the strength boost longer. **Rest of Effects: Hidden**
You literally had shit out your own IQ. Even more, the fact you'd let the slimes in and out of your body had only made the changes worse! Taking stock of what you could see, you now had thicker thighs along with permanently erect nipples, and much, much more feminine looking tits. Your mind worked slower too, but that was harder to quantify.....
When you read over the rest of the GUI, you didn't see much but leveling up in classes, with some new additions to your Slime Princess class. 75 percent cave slime, 25 percent forest slime. Breathing some relief, you consider some random sentences, your thoughts sometimes interrupted by the buzz of your wand in your diaper.
User has had public accidents several times.....your shame grows....user has yet to have penetrative sex, your shame grows.....Users mess is hidden by tights and diaper! User begins to feel itchy against the mess.....User sated by cum! User grows more comfortable being royalty......**User needs one more Slime Princess to upgrade to subclass: Slime Archduchess**
When you reach the village, you find:
- Shockingly, a friendly group: helpful, if a bit overly sexual.
- They were no friendly village. You've been Princess-napped, and they want a ransom (from who you know not)!
- A village of (mostly) women along with some men, all of which believe you to be little more than a child Princess
- A village of men and women whom don't take you too seriously.....
- A feast in your honor, and they aren't taking no for an answer...
- Your party, resting and recuperating here!
- Before any of that, you ask for help from your bondage!
- Something else? Some combination of these above?
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