Maralynn the Goblin (Patreon)

"I was a High-Elf but a Dungeon Trap turned me into a Goblin!"

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Maralynn still struggled with her new body. Constantly bombarded by new sensations with incredible sensitivity, she could barely go anywhere before her goblin urges took over all free will.

Glad she retained her mental faculties, she cast 'Concealment' to hide herself from curious onlookers. Assessing the situation, she cast 'Mage Hand' to help her properly reach where her short arms couldn't (around her gigantic tits).

She moaned in a goblinized version of her voice, which honestly wasn't really that much different than her High-Elf voice. Coming from a High-Elf it would have sounded sultry and mature. But coming from a Goblin it simply sounded slutty.

A sea of green washed over her as her breasts slapped her in the face. Flushed red nipples danced atop her heaving, jiggling mounds to the rhythm of her bucking hips. The thick skin of her cock was clumsily tugged at by the manifested hands, which were barely applying pressure of any satisfaction.

Maralynn scoffed at the hands' pathetic performance. Her feet joined in masturbation, massaging the swollen testicles beneath them.

Better. She thought. But not enough.

Propping herself up, Maralynn now sandwiched her cock between both tits and testicles. The pressure now felt just right, and she slowly rocked her hips again. Townsfolk walked by her, none-the-wiser to her existence under her Concealment spell. She heard them speak of their mundane experiences, of their uninteresting lives.

Stuck in a foreign goblinoid body, an inflated mass of tits, ass, cock and balls, Maralynn thought the mundane didn't seem so bad.