Her life of adventure is turned upside down when a curse warps her body into a voluptuous dream - but with an enormous manhood!
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Sigrun lives by her sword, plundering tombs and temples for treasure. The head-strong adventurer doesn't take well to her new body when it interferes with her fighting ability - but all the gold in the world fail to stop her transformation to sensual perfection. The adventure takes her from a cozy inn to a dark dungeon where she finds her equal in a horny monster, a shapeshifting goo-girl.
Will Sigrun succeed in her race against time to rid herself of the curse? Or will she be enslaved by the demands of her all-consuming lust?
This adventurous 8,200 word story contains the following alluring themes: Solo futa, futa on female, transformation, huge cock and curves, cock growth, breast growth, a multi-limbed slimegirl, excessive juices and a severely thrashed bedroom.
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The Futa Curse:
A Futa-on-Female Transformation
Monster Girl Fantasy
Sigrun stomped her boots free of snow and steered straight towards the stairs, past two full tables of patrons and the bar of the innkeeper, who was thankfully occupied with a belligerent drunkard who would not pay his tab. Sigrun sympathized - she did not have the coin to pay off her bill, either.
Her room was agreeable, at least. A well kept bed with plenty of furs to keep her warm and she had it all to herself. A fact that had become increasingly important lately as Sigrun dealt with an affliction from a nearby castle ruin. The medicine had not worked. Neither had praying in the temple. The scholars in their decrepit monastery had just laughed at her, and that after all the work of climbing their damn mountain path.
Sigrun muttered a curse at the memory and pulled down the latch behind her. She was going to need privacy. Even with practice, removing her armor was a lengthy project for one woman. Sigrun shook her fiery, red hair out as the helmet came off. You could not avoid bruises and scars as an adventurer, but the helmet preserved her freckled face from any serious disfigurement.
Bit by bit, Sigrun's iron skin came off and revealed the broad-shouldered woman underneath. An uncomfortable flush crossed her battle-worn features as the chest piece slid aside as her womanhood barged out. Sigrun's breasts were much too large to fit inside her armor, yet managed it anyway - they were one of the more prominent symptoms of her affliction.
She slipped her calloused fingers beneath the soft swells and lifted them with an appraising expression on her face. Sigrun had yet to really get used to their size - at this rate, she would be forced to fashion a bikini out of old helmets. They looked out of place on a tough fighter like her, too soft and round. Honestly, she had been rather pleased when they first started growing. She had always been a bit too boyish, even as a young girl. It did not bother her much, but it would have been nice to be treated like a lady now and again. Her line of work had not improved the situation.
Surprise soon turned to worry, however. Sigrun would have been happy with just a little boost, but her bosom had kept growing past any reasonable size. It made her every morning a struggle to get dressed and got in the way of fighting or spelunking in search of treasure.
Last week, her absurd growth had been brought to a halt by a local mageling. Sigrun had shown up with her breasts only barely constrained by her coat, and it took the better part of an hour to cajole the mage to even consider reducing their size. Her axe proved a master negotiator, as always. He drew some runes, chanted a bit, and painted a few sigils directly on her breasts. The latter part earned him a black eye when he grew too bold.
Unfortunately, the relief proved only temporary. Earlier this week, Sigrun fell flat on her face on her way out of bed. The growth had returned with a vengeance during the night and thrown off her carefully honed balance. She would have had to abandon her armor if not for an amulet of holding that a kind tinker had sold her. The worn, wooden amulet now laid snugly within her cleavage and let her continue her adventuring relatively unimpeded. She still had a chance to overcome the affliction.
Sigrun left pieces of armor strewn across the floor as she began unfastening her leggings. The affliction had not just affected her breasts - that would have been too easy. No, her bottom had gotten wind of the development up top and swiftly mounted an effort to get into this unprecedented explosion of feminine shapes. The resulting arms race left Sigrun a helpless observer as her muscles were cushioned with layer upon layer of ridiculous curves. The amulet could not hold it all back indefinitely.
This whole debacle had radically changed her treatment in the town, even if she tried to keep the developing aspect of her condition to herself. She was not interrupted quite as often and did not have to hear as many comments about her being mannish and brute, though her ability to drink her fellow adventurers under the table was undiminished.
Sigrun was not sure if the tradeoff was worth it in the end. The scales had simple tipped to the other extreme, so that the drunkards down in the common room suggested a remarkably inventive range of sexual services that she ought to do for them, paid or not. Thus challenged, Sigrun felt obliged to introduce them to her knuckles soon thereafter, despite the unfamiliar status as a 'delicate, feminine flower'.
Truthfully, the idea of using her fantastic, new body for coin had crossed her mind in the dark hours of the night. Her quest was becoming more desperate and the lack of funds to even pay for her room here at the inn pained her deeply. Sigrun was a woman of her word, not some honorless thief to evade her bill. Yet even if she had a change of heart, her affliction would surely render that venture impossible.
Sigrun paused and closed her eyes before sliding off her last piece of protection. A massive, dark girlcock sprung into view, jostling to her knees with a tingle of decompression while her full, heavy balls swung out between her thighs.
Not content with merely blowing up her proportions, the affliction had generously gifted her with a manhood, monstrous in size and ravenous in spirit. Sigrun clenched her jaw, but she was not strong enough to stop her hands from wrapping around the slumbering beast, caressing the wrist-dwarfing shaft and coaxing it to swell thicker and longer.
Sigrun kicked off her remaining boot and slumped backwards upon the bed. She gritted her teeth, refusing to voice the exaltation that the inhuman cock gave her. It rose majestically between the curves of Sigrun's thick thighs, sending shudders down her spine with every heavy throb. Already drops of clear pre appeared at the very tip, forming a stream down the bulbous underside of her dick and leaking copiously onto worn oaken paneling of the bed.
It demanded tribute. Sigrun's grasp tightened around the meaty pole and moved ever so slowly upwards. She arched her back over the bed and jerked her hips forward, biting her lip to the point of drawing blood as her pulsing dick bade her to stroke. Sigrun's fingers obeyed.
"Gods..." Sigrun muttered, voice ragged. She had only been at it for mere minutes and already beads of sweat adorned her naked body. Sigrun's hands ran all the way up her profane fuckrod, locking together beneath her bulging urethra and forcing a messy glob of pre from the tip. It dripped over her fingers, viscous and warm. The scent alone could have sent a nun into a cock-slobbering frenzy.
Sigrun's nimble fingers picked up speed and a long, drawn-out moan escaped her lips despite her best intentions. She was still a novice at working a cock, but her fingers easily picked up new tricks and grips to squeeze more toe-curling pleasure out of her humongous prick. All of her hard-won strength was put to use in jerking off, veins bulging with blood under her firm care.
"Please..." Sigrun pleaded, looking up at her monolithic shaft with a mix of revulsion and reverence. More forceful bursts of spunk flew through the air, covering herself drop by drop in reeking ball-batter and splattering her mark across the room. She had not so much as cum yet, but such was her need that she outdid the most virile of men even on the brink of orgasm. Sigrun's digits certainly took advantage of the sloppy geyser, drenching her shaft in the slippery goop until her skin shone and let her hands move in a blur up and down her swollen dick.
There was no mercy for the beleaguered warrior. Sigrun laid there for hours, slick with cum and sweat as she masturbated feverishly in her lust-addled haze. She begged fruitlessly between moans of passion, jerking her hips again and again while a ceaseless fountain of cum soiled every available surface around her. Twice her heart skipped as she heard knocks on her door, but the latch remained in place and nobody could disturb her. Her obsessive libido would not have given her pause, even if she was thrown out in the snow - the cold could not hope to diminish the flames roaring inside her.
The hour drew late. Sigrun's body felt sapped of strength, yet a shard of her determination surfaced through the ordeal. She grunted and grabbed her beastly rod with harsh motions, pulling it backwards to trap it between her burgeoning breasts. In contrast to her hands, Sigrun's cavernous cleavage was large enough to hold it, though the maneuver also left her throbbing cockhead aimed straight at her face and just about blinding herself with the incessant flow of cum.
Thus situated, Sigrun raised her arching arms to squeeze her bosom tight and keep her dick in place. She set to work, jerking both hips and arms to titfuck herself in a glorious display of excess. The fire flared up within and her needful cries rebounded through the chamber - Sigrun saw her much needed release on the horizon and she would not relent.
Sigrun's hands worked like pistons, grinding sweat-soaked skin around her frightful shaft, and her hips kept on jerking until her muscles burned. Sigrun parted her lips and let her tongue darted out to placate the swollen cockhead with caresses, kissing the flushed skin and adding a coat of saliva to the mess.
At long last she reached her peak, heart thumping hard in her chest and limbs trembling with exertion. Sigrun went rigid, fingers dug into her cushy breasts as the steel rod between her legs slipped out and exploded.
Sigrun just about passed out. It was too much, a surge of sensation that threatened to burn her out completely as blood pulsed through her dick and unloaded with enough force to knock a lantern off the wall and subsequent quenched the flame. Sigrun was plunged into shadow and merely held on to her dick as she rode out the orgasm.
She lay panting on the cum-soaked bed for many minutes afterwards, perfectly still save for her chest rising and falling. One lantern remained lit near the window, and her body glistened in its light. Her voluptuous form was covered by the spoils of war, a slippery mixture of sweat and pungent cum, in addition to the still massive cock lying nestled between her breasts. The room reeked of sex.
"Damn it all..." Sigrun mumbled as she inclined her head to survey the damage. She gave her dick a sharp look, half-heartedly hoping that it would accept the blame for the state of the room and get it cleaned up. No such luck, though. "What a mess."
It was a very diplomatic way of phrasing it. Most surfaces were soiled with white, now, the heavy smell of her cum mixing with the pine timber of the walls and seeping into the furs on the bed. Her belongings were safely stowed away in an ancient, oaken wardrobe, but her armor looked like it had been dipped in glue. There was no way that Sigrun could clean up the room enough to satisfy the innkeeper, much less explain the mess.
Sigrun closed her eyes to think. Being on the run did not suit her, but she had few options left. She had not paid the rent for the last few days, either. That would save...
No! She could not run from her bill. That would not be honorable. She gritted her teeth and sat up on the supremely messy bed. She would sneak off and then come back when she actually had something to give. Aside from bucket loads of hot dickgirl jizz, of course.
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