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Two men approach you on the stage, young masters of the sect. You wondered what they were doing there, harassing a woman such as yourself, the beautiful flower of the sect. You couldn’t really understand it. Before they are able to lay a finger on you, though, your wife’s elite guard intervenes. The punishment for trying to hurt or harass you was a great one. The men would probably end up just like you, but in a brothel instead. You’re glad that those confusing men were gone, and that you could continue being the beautiful woman that is presented to the crowd. You didn’t blame the men too much though, you were once in their shoes; arrogant, rich, disrespectful, thinking that the world was yours to do whatever you wanted with. You knew better now, your wife taught you that being respectful and serving her is the best for you, you knew nothing more.

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You and your fiancé were both enrolled in one of the most powerful sects in the land. A sect that focused on one half dark martial arts, and the other half alchemy. You were always a fan of martial arts as you grew up surrounded by the sect, only a matter of age before you enrolled. Your fiancé as well, raised by the sect, heir to the throne for alchemy, destined to be the greatest. You both figured that you’d be a great match for each other, always being close friends when you were young. A more perfect pair could not have been made; the heir of dark martial arts and the heir of alchemy.



Strife eventually occurred, your fiancé was no short of a prodigy. She beat you in everything, even in the dark martial arts, always leaving you in second place. You couldn’t believe that a woman was beating you in your own field. You were the heir! She was just some girl that you were basically set up to marry, she should be below you! You mulled it over in your mind for nights on end, trying to cope with the fact. You tried to hone your own skills the best you could, coming close to losing out on your precious sleep. Nothing would cut it, she was leagues ahead of you.

One night, it got to you. You made your way down to your future wife’s bed and woke her up. “Wuhhhhhhhh…” she grumbled, half awake as you shook her.

“Listen here you bitch,” you commanded her attention quietly “I’ve had enough of your shi~” your tirade was cut off by her landing a blow straight in your gut with her foot. You knelt down to the floor as she stood over you menacingly.


“The fuck are you talking about?” she shouted.

“You’re better than me at literally everything you stupid bastard!” you yelled back at her. You try to resist as she kicks you down again, but as she’s superior to you in nearly every way, it’s no use. Her strong legs hit you again and again, beating you into submission as she then drags you up against the wall.

“I knew something was up with you.” she says scornfully. “Apologize and I’ll let you go, I’m your fiancé, you don’t have to be like this. We really can talk, after a bit of punishment of course.”

You’re not having her talking down to you at all. “I don’t fucking care! I’m not having some woman talk down to me, you’re supposed to be serving me! You think you’re all super great at everything and ~GAHHHGH.” your sexist rant cut short as she shoves something down your throat. “UGH, GAAH. What the fuck was that?” you hack out at her.

“A little something I made just for this situation.” she spits back at you. “I sort of assumed that you would do this at some point, I just didn’t know how vulgarly sexist you would be.” You thrash under her grasp, still unable to move an inch, your resistance getting weaker by the moment. “Don’t think I wouldn’t know how you’d react…” she taunts. She tightens her grip as your wrists become smaller, following the rest of your now dainty limbs. Your legs are raised off the ground slightly, despite being in the same held up against the wall position as before.

You feel a tightness in your core as it becomes tiny compared to the rest of your torso. “Grhnnn, nnnhhhhh” you grunt, still attempting the resist. Of course, it is completely futile. Your shoulders pop in, losing more strength in your upper body. Resisting feels completely pointless, to your fiancé it feels like a bug is trying to escape her hands. She knows that you don’t pose any sort of threat to her anymore. She releases you from her grasp only to put her hands under your thighs and pick you up just to put you against the wall again.

You attempt to push her face away with your pathetic arms and she draws her face closer to yours. You feel your face crack and morph, your jawline and nose shrinking to a more feminine look. Your cheeks puff out a tad to become cute and pinchable while your eyes turn a light lavender. She closes her eyes as her lips nearly reach your now plump lips, but just before they connect, she whispers “no matter what you do or say, I’ll still love you.”

Her lips lock with yours, you hear a cute “mmmmhhhh” vibrate from your own mouth. Locked in the passionate kiss, her hands begin to sink more and more into your thighs. Your ass follows while your hips push out to match your growing posterior. Your fiancé slides her hands up to your ass, squeezing the growing and pulsing flesh underneath the soft skin. Your entire lower body from your hips to your knees jiggles with each movement she makes, you were sure that you’d already been robbed of a thigh gap a long time ago. She removes a hand from your left asscheek, only to place it back by slapping your bouncy rear. The pain from the spank felt strangely pleasurable as you let out another “MMMMPHHHHNNNN” into her mouth. You tremble from the raging erection between your squishy legs, your fiancé notices and sets you down.

She continues the deep kiss as he uses her now free hands to caress your cock. You didn’t even notice that your nightgown was replaced by a slutty maiden’s outfit, your manhood poking right through the small piece of cloth that covered your crotch. The scent of your fiancé made the situation no better for you as she played with the tip of your dick while she infiltrated your mouth with her tongue, sliding it against yours. Her hands, lubricated by your copious precum, pleasured you expertly as they did in the past, producing faint schlicking sounds with each stroke up and down. The bliss pulsed through your body as you shook and shivered with each wave. As she rubbed her slick, squishy chest up against yours, you noticed that your own chest moved slightly with hers. You put your hands underneath both your chests. You were soon able to cup your own tits as behind your nipples flesh began pumping out to fill your soft chest. The weight increased more and more in your hands, your DD cup breasts jiggling against hers with each movement, slightly slick from the sweat of the heat of your embrace.

You attempt to break out of the kiss as you are teased closer to orgasm, no use. She continues playing with your shrinking member, balls shriveling up as you blow load after load onto her. Your eyes roll back and your body goes completely limp from the orgasmic bliss, she teases the tip of your tiny dick as it shrinks to form your clit while a wet opening forms in between your legs. Your puffy pussy lips leaking and in heat, your ovaries full of fertile eggs. After the pleasure of your orgasm fades, you cry softly, embarrassed and disheveled from what she’s done to you. She cups your sad face with her soft hands,”Shhhhhhh… don’t worry my love. I’ll protect your weak little body. I’ll show you all the pleasures of a woman as well.” she consoled you while wiping a tear off your cheek with her finger. You couldn’t believe what she had just done to you, your brain too fuzzy to really process what was happening. All you could do was sob softly into her shoulder as she told you it was going to be ok.

Your fiance, now wife, quickly raised the ranks of the sect with her competition turned into a dumb girl, the girl that you thought women should be like. You attempted to continue your training, but nothing seemed to click for you anymore. You fumbled around with the dark martial arts, unable to perform the most basic of moves. Your wife felt bad to see you drop from one of the most well respected members to little more than fodder. She got you a job in pity, but when you were trained there nothing made sense to you. You dropped plates, forgot orders, misremembered names. You were too stupid to do anything, quickly being fired from the job.

Depression enveloped your feeble mind, unable to do anything but think about how your wife would dominate you in bed every night. You were uncontrollably horny, just the thought of her pinning you down and eating you out until the little of your brain that you had left leaked through your ears made you steamy and wet on the spot. She supposed she had to put in a little more effort to your helpless situation, so she decided to do something extra special for you. She presented to you an opportunity to become the face of the sect. There was nothing you actually had to do, basically just stand there and look pretty is what she told you. You beamed at the opportunity to show off your curves to everyone in town, there was nothing more you wanted in the moment to have the eyes of everyone on you. That, along with the bed-rocking orgasms your wife gave you every night, jumpstarted you out of your depression. You loved standing in front of the crowds, posing cutely slathered in oil to make your already sexy body positively alluring. The townspeople loved it too, the sect gaining more followers at a ridiculous rate hoping to see Crown Flower in person.






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