Knight with a house crest carved into their backs. An order where all members have their tongues pierced with a jewel that burns should they lie. Body modifications that are not even possible outside of fantasy.
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Title: Your Goose Is Cooked
Wordcount: 1484
Kinks: transformation, eggpreg, animal transformation
Synopsis: Isabella steals a giant's golden goose, sure this will make her rich for the rest of her life. She doesn't plan on just how upset he'd be to lose it.
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It had been hard work to get this close to the giant's castle. She knew it was risky, but the rewards, oh, the rewards would be utterly immense. The riches kept in here would keep Isabella in food for months, if not for years, not to mention a home, safety, security. She just had to take a chance. Slipping in through a crack in a wall she had spotted on a scouting mission last week, Bella was now inside. And that was terrifying, but oh so amazing. Scuttering like a rat against the walls, she kept herself as small and quiet as possible. No sight of the giant yet. She'd heard awful things about what the beast would do to humans found in it's home unwelcomed - the nicer were things like squashing or eating them, but the worst… she pushed it aside. Just had to think of the riches that were coming.
The furniture that stood around was jarringly big to her. The giant was, arguably, not that big a giant - he was maybe fifteen feet tall - but he was powerful. And considering that he was almost three times bigger than Bella was, well, it was all huge and challenging. They managed to reach the doorway at the other end of the room - no sign of the beast that inhabited it. She'd only ever seen him from a distance. A great gilt cup sat on a table above, and she could just about make out the edges of golden cutlery. Everything in here was immense and beautiful, but too big, too heavy to move…
The search was, admittedly, going poorly. Everything that she had encountered so far was too big or too unwieldy to escape with. She had paused at the doorway to what seemed to be a bedroom, peering through - yes, the great lump was breathing, and holding her own breath, Isabella managed to get past the room without disturbing him, apparently. The next room, though, oh, the next room! The first thing she found was a box; nestled gently in the straw inside was an egg, bigger than her clenched fists, shimmering gold. Yes - yes! This was it! Pushing aside the urge to pocket the treasure, she found herself seeking the cause of it - the big, soft, white shape, nestled on it's own straw.
The goose was beautiful; a big bird, yes, but not unmanageable, and it's white feathers had shimmering gold tips. It sat, fat and content, on the nest. Stepping closer, slowly, slowly, Isabella reached out and stroked it's feathers. The beast woke up, eyes opening - and then letting out an alarmed honk. It's head swung side to side, an alarmed shake, it's wings opening, but it was clearly too heavy to take flight. Launching forward, Bella wrapped one arm around the body and the other around the beak. Hefting it out of the straw bed, it's legs dangling below, paddling uselessly in the air, she took off at an urgent - but soft - run.
Unable to believe that she'd managed it, Isabella had to contain the urge to laugh as she made her way back to town. It was important to sell the goods as soon as possible, and it was … strange. As soon as they were away from the castle, all the energy from the goose seemed to go; no honks, no panic. The beast was clearly over-fed, too heavy to escape on it's own, and when she took it too market, there was plenty of fascination as it proved it's worth by popping out a bright gold, heavy egg. It couldn't have gone better, and whilst the beast was panting and throwing it's head back during the laying, decidedly un-goose-like behaviour, well - this was a magical beast, what were they to think? The money they walked home with that day weighed down their pockets, joy settling into the lines of their form. No fear of the world left - this would get them a home…
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They had been deeply asleep on their straw bed when the smashing noise awoke them. A strong hand was wrapping around them, jolting them out of sleep, alarm and confusion flooding through her body as she scrabbled, gasping, looking up to a furious, massive face.
"Where's my GOOSE?!" the giant roared into her face. Her heart was thundering near out of her chest.
"I - what - I - I don't - I don't have it!" she gasped out. Oh, no. She was going to die. It was over, it was all over -
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!?"
"I sold her! I sold her!" she gasped out. "She went to a super rich guy! He promised he'd take care of her!" it esemed important, now, that he knew that she hadn't hurt the goose.
The words hung in the air for a moment, and then they were moving, being wrenched out of the ruined door of her home, and out. He held Isabella against his chest, strangely not hurting her, but carrying her with a speed that made her head spin and cold air rush through her hair. Her heart was still thundering, but he hadn't killed her yet, as they pushed through into his home, and then - to the room where they had found the golden goose, dropping Bella onto their hay bed. With an oof as the wind rushed out of them, Bella twisted to get up - stumbling and slipping on the hay beneath their feet - and the giant was opening a cupboard. Inside, gleaming potions stood, the bottles shockingly small in his hand…
"So few left, so few," he huffed, "You better be as prosperous as she was, human." and then he was turning back, grabbing Isabella's neck again, popping the top of the bottle easily with one thumb - and as the sparkles began to rise from it into the air, carrying a sweet and musky scent - she realised what it was. A potion. Oh, no. The fear of death became the terror of something else, but he was forcing her neck back, the nozzle of it flooding over her face, and she couldn't help but swallow it as it ran down her features, much of it flooding her nose and crashing down her chest. He threw the bottle away, discarding it as if it was nothing, as tingles began to throb into her veins…
"What - how - hwa- hwaaak -" she slapped a hand over her mouth as the giant released her, collapsing onto the hay bed again. He was chuckling, deeply.
"Thieves get what they deserve." he moved back, dragging a chair over, flopping back into it and cracking his pants open. Revealing his cock, as big as her thigh, already stiffening, starting to stroke himself as he watched her. So fearless of her attempts to escape - and it was true, her legs - her legs had given up entirely.
Her throat tightened, but all the words that she tried to speak were gone. Just honks fled from her, now, bones cracking and popping as her neck started to stretch. Her arms flared out, twisting, reshaping, white feathers beginning to push through her skin. And more than anything, god, she ached. Her whole body was throbbing, focusing in on her crotch and belly, she was soaking wet, gasping sharply. The world wavered, getting bigger, somehow - her hips cracked, and when she looked down, pressing arms around her belly… she could see it. Feel it. The growing weight in her swelling, rounding belly, golden eggs starting to stretch her. No wonder Bella's legs couldn't work any more, splaying - she could see the scales crawling up them, webbing growing in as her feet and limbs darkening. Alarmed honks half twisted in pleasure as her humanity slipped away…
Panting past her new beak, she swung her head around to look at him, the giant - bigger now. She was a huge goose, like the last one had been, struggling to fit in her box nest, but half the size of a human. And her heavy belly, concealed in feathers now, made it hard to move. But, fuck. She could feel the first of her new eggs swelling, flapping her wings and honking as he chuckled… her body was aching in pleasure, now, panting past her beak, drawing in cool breaths to try to calm herself as fuck, fuck, she was stretching, groaning, the weight so intense and her body sore but made for this… the first egg slipped out and landed wetly as the giant groaned, cumming over his hand.
He stood up, dick swaying and drooling between his legs, using his slick hand to scoop the egg up and investigate it.
"Good enough." he huffed, and she honked, exhausted… but the pressure was starting again, bearing down. His eyes widened, and he roared a laugh. "Oh, my pet… you're off to an excellent start." he ran his sticky hand down her back, unpleasantly gluing itself to her feathers. "I can't wait to see how you do for the next hundred years." and she honked, half in fear, and half in pleasure, at the idea of squeezing out golden eggs for all that time…
I want a butch to fuck me like it's their special interest, learn every little place to touch me, every sound I make, the perfect way to make me cum quick, the perfect way to tease it out of me. I want them to do their research! Scrolling on tumblr to find new things to try out, buying new toys, folding me in new positions, looking up new kinks to test out.
the hard shells of the eggs inside you gently clinking as movement and gravity seek to draw them down, weighing your belly down even more, reminding you always what has become of you
hehehe i like the idea of soft shells more most of the time but sometimes just thinking about being packed full and constantly feeling that pressure is sooo… 🥵
ughh imagining getting knocked up with eggs but it being slow…
i feel each and every single egg pass through my dripping cunt, pushing my walls apart and pressing up against my cervix, where it seems like ages for it to pop into my womb… all i can do is keep my legs spread open as i desperately whine for it to go faster, but there’s no relief for me, my clit throbbing and my mind completely fogged over as i pant, the sensentsrion of it all being too much for my little body..
whatever is breeding me is cooing me by petting my head and playing with my tits to give me some stimulation, but i can’t cum or that would make it only take longer for the egg to get to my womb, and i have a whole clutch i need to carry! i need to just be a good incubator and edge until i’m properly knocked up…
when an egg finally does pop through into my womb i let out a cry of relief and shake, only for another egg to come down and start the process all over again <3
Yearning for a girl who will just take it, who will give me the word and let me rip into her. When I push her onto the bed, or couch, or floor, when I hold her wrists hard and pin her legs open, when I kiss her like I'm consuming her, she just takes it. My teeth on her neck, my hands on her body anywhere to grope or slap, just open and whining and gasping and writhing but taking it, taking it all the while, whatever I give, just like I told her to. Moving her to whatever position I want her in, touching her wherever I want, fingers in her mouth or pussy or both and however deep I want. Total surrender to my desire, letting herself be used and loving it, a girl who just fucking takes it.
puts a cursed collar on you that turns you into a beautiful huge scary dragon who is also magically compelled to be under my control. the collar can be taken off but your big scaly talons are too clumsy for it (and if you break the collar the enchantment attaches to your skin and becomes permanant)
A dryad melding you into a tree as punishment, so you are immobile while the other dryads tease your nipples and genitals, edging you for gods know how long
little miss shy until she trusts you, feels completely safe and comfortable around you and then turns into the biggest slut on the planet. unlocking a feral side of her that no one else ever gets to see because she only belongs to you
Vampire who drains you of enough blood to make you too dizzy and stupid to struggle or fight back against them so they can overpower you and abuse your holes easier! Maybe they might keep you to be a permanent blood pack! for them!
so im kind of new to this space and also an idiot. what is forcewild ?
Forcewild, which takes the same basic scenario as forcefem and forcemasc, is basically a kink about forcing someone into being a wild animal, which was started by therianthropes for the same reason that forcefem is popular with transfem folk, aka euphoria.
I personally mostly take inspiration from old school petplay, which tends to be about humiliating someone by taking away their humanity and degrading them into a pet through for exemple, being unable to use your hands, being made to eat things meant for animals, or being forced to have no privacy. Modern petplay tends to be a bit softer, but i really like the almost body modding that comes with forcing gear that restrict movement to be animal like on someone.
It also has a liberating / euphoric connotation obviously : while intended to be shamefull, its got the "allowing yourself to indulge through being forced to do it" twinge that a lot of kinks of that ilk have.
Finally youve got the mind side of it, which I also like to play with. My favorite scenario is making someone who is not a therianthrope into a therianthrope through making that person experience shifts into an animal like mindset and phantom limbs, and "encoding" animal instincts into them. I personally tend to go with intox bc i like that but it works great with things like hypno in theory. I just like the dynamic of molding someone into a perfect animalistic mate.
I can say that provoking shifts and phantom limbs in someone is in fact possible irl, ive done it, even if it was more jokingly and less an actual purposeful scene about forcewild.
reminder that if you ever meet a sweet, morally good, chivalrous knight: it's your most sincere obligation to corrupt them. "but my vows," this, "this is against the rules," that. if you haven't completely fucked up their entire code of conduct and destroyed all ability to discern right from wrong without you being the one to tell them by the time you're done with them, then you need to up your game. inside that pretty, rule-following chained dog of a knight is someone yearning to be set free of their self-imposed shackles, and it's your duty to help them get there.
also a big fan of when a lesbian starts out with a strong sense of her own honor and righteousness (deserved or not) and ends up as nothing but a plaything in an evil woman's hands
