Lord Vayle

“How do you like that my lord!” Kerrik asked as he jabbed the Ruk serum syringe into the naked Lord Vayle’s neck and injected him.

Lord Vayle, a robust man with a thick black beard and piercing blue eyes, winced at the cold sting of the needle. He had been captured by his rival, Lord Kerrik, in the heat of a minor territorial dispute, and now found himself in a stark cell with his hands bound above his head. He knew that Ruk’s Serum could transform a man into a lustful, obedient **** girl but had never expected such a fate to befall him. The thought of it filled him with dread and anger, but his fate was now sealed.

"You will regret this, Kerrik," he growled, his voice filled with defiance.

Kerrik smirked, watching the serum spread through the veins of the once-mighty lord. "I think not," he said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Your city will soon learn your fate. I will send you back to them in shame… along with your escort. All of your men will be tiny little serum girls… plied with herbs of fullness!”

Vayle felt a sudden rush of panic as the serum took hold. His muscles began to soften, his skin to smooth, and his body to shrink. The transformation was unlike anything he had ever imagined, a cruel science that defied the very essence of his being. His vision grew blurry as his eyes shifted in their sockets, his beard receded, and his features grew delicate and feminine. The rage within him swelled, only to be met with the unyielding reality of her new form.

The once-powerful lord looked down at his chest, now blossoming with soft, round breasts that swelled noticeably as he watched. His broad shoulders narrowed, his waist cinched in, and his hips flared with a new, undeniable allure. His manhood, a symbol of his power and pride, retreated into his body, leaving only a small, **** mound in its stead.

Kerrik laughed and grabbed her clit. “This is all that is left of your vaunted manhood my little girl…”

The words stung more than the touch as Lord Vayle felt an unfamiliar sensation of arousal from her new, sensitive clit. She tried to pull away, but the serum had left her too weak to resist. Her mind swirled with confusion and fear as her body responded in ways it never had before. The shame made her excited.

"The serum will ensure that your every desire is to serve and pleasure your master," Kerrik said, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You would be the perfect addition to my stables of exotic pleasures. But I will send you home. Unless you wish to remain here..” he gently twisted her clit, pleasure confusing her thoughts.

Lord Vayle's mind raced. The thought of being owned by Lord Kerrik, a man she once saw as an equal, now filled her with a mix of humiliation and a strange, undeniable excitement. Her body trembled as she felt the softness of her new form, the curves that were not her own, and the swelling need that grew with each passing moment.