Ch1: The Mad Wizard’s Dungeon [Patreon Reward]

[Contains MTF TGTF, butt + breast expansion, dollification TF]

“Hold, friends. We’ve arrived.” The party leader, Onas Torrona, announced. A tall elven man, Onas was a powerful archmage on a quest for power. He was certain that by the end of his journey he’d be the kingdom’s rightful ruler. His heavy leather long coat and slightly overgrown blonde hair were far from regal, but his current appearance wouldn’t matter once he’d rescued the kingdom’s prince-turned-princess from the dungeon of the Mad Wizard.

“I’m not your friend.” Kurgrag Hammerstone, the stout dwarven cleric, grumbled as he scratched his long, red beard. He wore a sleeveless brown tunic with baggy grey trousers and hardy climbing boots. Loathe as he was to work with elves, the pay Onas was offering was too good to ignore.

“So you’ve said - seven times prior, if I recall correctly.” Garrick Torrona, Onas’ younger half brother and sworn protector, muttered under his breath. A paladin through and through, the half-elf man buried his feelings towards Onas for the sake of the princess they were about to rescue. Not that that changed anything - he’d still be stuck following his half brother around even if it weren’t for such a noble goal.

“Ugh, don’t you start bitchin’ at each other again…” Vath, a tall barbarian woman, gritted her teeth. She wore the furs of beasts she’d slain on previous adventures over her torso and on her head of long brown hair, but her impressive, muscular arms remained uncovered for all to see.

“Silence!” Onas whispered harshly. “There’s sure to be an ungodly creature lurking about to guard the entrance…”

“Nope, nothing here.” The party’s hired ninja interrupted. The Ruby Blade, or just Ruby as she liked to be called, wore tight, stealthy black garments and kept her sleek black hair up in a bun. Visible on her belt was her namesake: a dagger with a ruby red blade.

“How can you be sure?” The final party member, Mirielda, Chevalier de l'Automn, whispered loud enough that it may as well not have been a whisper at all. Besides that, her heavy set of shiny metal knight’s armour clanking with every movement was about as subtle as a slap to the face. “You never know when a foul beast could leap at you from the shadows…”

Ruby leapt into the air and landed thirty feet in front of them, smack dab in the middle of a clearing near the dungeon entrance. “Yoo hoo! Beasties!! Come on out, there’s a tasty ninja here for you to snack on!”

Mirielda tensed every muscle in her body, while Onas and Kurgrag simply facepalmed.

Vath, though, crossed her arms and flashed a toothy grin. “Oh you’re tasty alright, ninja~” She mused loudly.

Ruby turned away for a moment to hide her blushy face. After a moment of presenting herself for all to see, she placed her hands on her hips. Her satisfied smirk was hidden beneath her mask. “See? Nothing here but us. Trust a ninja with these things, would’ya?”

“That was reckless! Don’t endanger us like that again!” Mirielda snapped.

“I told you, I’d know if there was something here. Relax a bit, Lance-a-Little!” Ruby replied, dismissively waving her hand in the air.

“That is not my name!” The knight said, but was paid no mind.

Once it was evident the coast was clear, Onas rushed ahead so he was the first to reach the dungeon’s entrance. Before him was a rather unassuming cave mouth on the side of a simple little hill tucked away deep in the woods. The beaten path leading up to it, however, betrayed its subtle disposition.

“Hurry up, then. Destiny waits for no man.” The archmage boomed with a practiced tone of authority.

“Just wait until you are ‘no man’, Captain One Ass~” Ruby teased quietly.

“BAH ha ha ha haaa!” Vath laughed uproariously. “I like you, Red!”

Once again hiding her blush, Ruby lifted her mask higher over her cheeks. “Th-the feeling is mutual…” She squeaked.

“Erm, what exactly do you mean by that?” Kurgrag questioned with an uneasy quiver to his voice. “‘Just wait until you are no man’...”

“I’ve already disclosed the known risks to you, so don’t even think of backing out now!” Onas seethed.

“And I forgot, alright! Now get off my back and answer my damn question!” The dwarf man spat with fists clenched tight.

“All men who enter the Mad Wizard’s realm are transformed and granted new, feminine visages. Legend has it he was loath to witness male forms.” Mirielda was the one to speak up first.

“-But I think he was just power mad. And a little horny. Or very horny.” With her arms folded behind her head, Ruby wandered right up next to Onas and peeped into the dark cave.

“As I stated prior, I can reverse any and all effects inflicted by the dungeon.” The party leader huffed.

“Then why are you hesitating, boss?~” Ruby purred. “Ooh, what’s that?” She pointed vaguely inside the cave. Then, when Onas leaned forward to get a better look, she shoved him into the cave mouth head-first. “Oops, never mind. It was just a mosquito or something!” Once she was done teasing for the time being, Ruby strolled in after him.

“Ughhh… Thank you, Ruby…” Onas exhaled loudly and rolled his eyes. However, instead of his normal voice, the archmage spoke in a higher pitch and with a smoother texture.

In the blink of an eye, the once-masculine elven man’s body had been reshaped into that of a pretty elven woman! His shoulders had narrowed and his pecs had grown into cute, round breasts; his face had rounded out and softened while his hair had grown out into long blond hair that nearly reached his ass; his hips had grown more pronounced; and his height had decreased by a few inches.

Ruby, meanwhile, remained just as she had been prior to stepping through the invisible, magical barrier at the entrance. “Huh, looks like that mosquito got you twice: riiiight here, and here~” She pointed to each of Onas’ petite new boobs.

Ignoring her entirely, Onas beckoned his party forwards. “Come on then, you lot.”

Next to enter was Vath, who also remained unchanged. After her came Garrick, who rapidly feminised as he stepped into the cave: much like his half brother, his stature shortened, his proportions gained new curves, and his short hair grew down to his shoulders.

With an unamused, almost blank expression, Garrick began to feel his new body under his now-loosely fitting leather armour. Then, after weighing up his sword and shield, he spoke. “It doesn’t seem to have sapped me of my strength, so I suppose this is acceptable.”

“Alright, if you say so. But if I lose my strength I’ll hang you both from the capital’s clock tower by yer nonexistent ballsacks!” Kurgrag growled as he entered. His voice instantaneously shifted from gruff and masculine to mature, sultry, and feminine partly through his threat.

“You could do that!?” Vath spat in disbelief, her eyes wide and mouth agape.

“He’s making false threats to emasculate them, meathead…” Mirielda scoffed.

“Don’t worry Vath, I believed him too.” Ruby lied.

Kurgrag feminised just like the other two men, but his most pronounced change was the disappearance of his beard and body hair. The cleric was now an even tinier redhead woman with curly locks and burly yet smooth, hairless arms. “Hmmph…”

Mirielda lingered just outside the entrance. A silent moment passed as the party waited for the final member to join them, but she hesitated.

“Uhhh, you coming Lance-a-Little?” Ruby cocked her head to the side.

“There might be some other undetectable effect it has on women! We can’t be sure!” The knight barked harshly. “And that is NOT my name!”

“Fine then, stay there like a lowly craven.” Vath shook her head and began deeper into the dungeon.

“Retract that statement at once!” The Chevalier de l'Automn drew her sword, but remained stationary.

Without so much as stopping to turn and face her, the barbarian simply replied “Come and make me.”

“Rrrrrghh!!” After one final moment’s hesitation, Mirielda finally stepped forward and joined the party inside the dungeon.

Just ahead of them was a set of wooden doors that were propped open with fragments of busted old weapons, beyond which was a simple skylit rotunda. The mossy stone brick floor, crumbling structural columns, and old oak tree in the center hinted to the long and storied history of the dungeon. Another doorway was visible on the opposite side of the room.

Ruby grinned smugly, easily spotting concealed dart traps linked to pressure pads under loose bricks. The darts were certainly non-lethal - given the dungeon’s reputation for pranks over peril - so she decided to let the party discover them for themselves.

“Hmmm, no sign of monsters here either…” Onas muttered, then headed straight toward the next doorway.

After only a few steps forward, the archmage felt something sting his chest! By the time he realised he’d been hit by a tiny dart, three more had struck him in the face, breast, and glutes. He lunged forward onto his stomach, but the darts were coming from high and low. Onas’ skin began to tingle as pressure built around his body, and all he could do was scramble back to his feet and run to the other side.

Once the darts stopped flying, Onas noticed his torn shirt and ripped trousers had been ruined not by the darts, but by his expanding body: his breasts had swelled to the size of E-cups; his butt had grown to be plump and round; his thighs had thickened tremendously; and his lips had puffed up just a little. Everywhere he’d been hit, the splinter-sized darts jutting out of his skin magically faded away into nothingness.

“Having fun, boss?~” Ruby hummed delightedly from just behind him.

“ACK-!!” Onas leapt practically a meter in the air. “What in the-!? How did you-!?”

“I’m a ninja, remember?~” She stuck her tongue out playfully. Her body retained the precise dimensions as it had on the other side of the dart trap.

“You gotta teach me that one, Red!” Vath shouted across the rotunda. “But first…” Without so much as breaking a sweat, the barbarian woman lifted both Garrick and Kurgrag by their collars and tossed them both about halfway across the room. “Dance, weaklings!”

The effeminate dwarf was quick to his feet, making sure to lean on Garrick as he did so. Regardless, he couldn’t outrun the barrage of tiny darts that shot out from up, down, left, and right. The paladin man wasn’t far behind as parts of his armour popped out of place and fell to the ground, but by the time they were in the clear, it was plain to see that he’d fared far worse: while Kurgrag was now voluptuous with impressive curves, Garrick had become a model of exaggerated sex appeal. His massive tiddies were comparable to watermelons, his hips had practically doubled in width, and his glutes were huge and pillowy.

“Ahahahahaaaa! Now that’s a hell of a look! For a bimbo doll such as yourself, anyway!” Kurgrag chuckled smugly, not yet noticing how his proportions had changed too.

“Hrrmph…” Garrick bit his tongue despite having more than a few words of his own to say. He focussed on concealing his now-mostly naked body as he searched for his missing armour. He could only begin retrieving his sword, shield, and a few other pieces of his gear - the rest remained out of reach on the trapped area of floor.

“You’re one to talk, shortstack. Now shut up and watch how a true warrior does it!” Taking a few steps backward, Vath poised herself for action. She quickly accelerated to an impressively fast sprint, bounding through the rotunda with great strides that only triggered a handful of pressure plates. Once across, Vath observed herself; what she saw brought a grin to her face. The comparatively few darts that had struck her had boosted her already mighty muscles. Her breasts had grown a little, but she paid no mind to such details when her arms, legs, and glutes were now beefier. “Oh HELLS yeah! That’s how you do it!”

“If you hadn’t chucked us into the fray without warning, I’d have fared better, that’s for damn certain!” Kurgrag snapped, crossing his arms and embarrassedly averting his gaze.

“Just shut up already. Running your mouth gets us nowhere.” Garrick said quietly, then turned to the last uncrossed party member. “You’ll be safe in your turtle shell. Just walk on over already so we can move on.”

“But there could be other devices just waiting for a careless slob to set them off!” The well-fortified knight said, remaining firmly in place.

“As I’ve said again and again, I can revert any effect the dungeon has on you…” Onas repeated.

“Then revert your own changes if you’re so sure of yourself.”

Accepting the challenge, the archmage grabbed his staff and began casting a powerful spell. Violet light surrounded him, then vanished with a sparkle. When all was said and done, Onas still had a curvy feminine form.

“Tch. That’s what I thought.” Unimpressed, Mirielda sighed and crossed her arms.

Swiftly covering his ass, Onas spoke up. “I knew that would have no effect here, but a skilled spellcaster would be assured to see such potent purification magic for when we exit this place.”

“Come on, Miri!” Ruby cheered mockingly. “If I can make it over here without your sturdy armour then surely you can handle a few pinpricks!” the ninja woman posed seductively: she placed a hand on her hip and stood with her back to the knight. “If you don’t hurry up, you won’t be seeing anything but my butt this whole adventure!~”

Finally relenting, Mirielda stomped forward, setting off more dart traps as she went. To her shock, the darts phased through her full plate armour as if she was wearing nothing at all! “RRRRGH!”

Just as she reached the end, the room revealed one more trick up its sleeve. A wave of much larger, more potent ‘darts’ fired in all directions. All but one missed a target.

Just as Ruby was about to move on, she felt a sharp sting in her left glute. She instantly looked back to see a sharp feather jutting into her posterior and watched as it faded back into the aether. Before she knew it, her leg wraps were shredded to bits and her dagger was sent flying as her hips, thighs, and glutes ballooned out with a great BWOOMPH! Now, she was stuck with a truly giant lower half that was nearly as wide as she was tall!

“Mmm~ I think this actually suits you, Red~” Vath showed her sharp teeth in a predatory grin.

Ruby quickly covered her nether regions, but made sure to subtly leave an opening at an angle such that only the hot barbarian woman could see, if she so chose. She most certainly did.

The ninja made sure to retrieve her namesake blade before moving on.

“-Off! Get this off me!!” Mirielda huffed in a strained voice. Her armour had somehow remained entirely fixed to her body, but it had become naught but an oversized can of sardines imprisoning the newly expanded woman wearing it.

Vath and Garrick helped her out: where Garrick carefully removed a piece at a time, Vath haphazardly tore whole sections of armour away. Soon enough, Mirielda’s body was revealed to look surprisingly similar to Garrick’s effeminate form.

“Fear not, friends. There’s a wardrobe just through here.” Onas had already moved on to the next room and was digging through chests and dressers for a suitable outfit. Before the rest of the party could catch up to him, he quickly recast the purification spell from before, again to no avail. “Gods damn it…” He whispered quietly.

Soon enough, the whole party was searching for new attire in a truly giant dungeon boutique. The group split up to look for clothes on their own. To the men’s displeasure, there were no outright masculine garments anywhere; as such, they had to make do with feminine robes and armour sets. Ruby found some rose red fabric to adorn in place of her destroyed leg wraps, as well as some stylish but functional knee boots and a new satchel.

“Oh HELLS yes!” Vath boomed from deep in the wardrobe. When she returned, she was proudly wearing a scaled, draconic set or armour that perfectly fit her massive stature.

“Wow, Vath! Impressive! But I have something else that I think will look great on you~” Ruby held up a shiny brass cowbell choker.

“You think?” Vath took the bell and strapped it around her neck. With a glance in a nearby mirror, she smiled. “Huh, you’re right! Thanks, Red!”

“Hee hee~Let me know whenever you want mooore fashion tips~” The ninja winked coyly.

“Ugh, damn it all!” Onas grunted, having hidden himself away and once again tried to undo his feminine transformations. In a fit of rage, he started whacking a nearby chest of drawers - that is, until it came to life before his eyes! “Wh-what the-!?”

“GRAAAHH!” A number of pseudo-tentacles made of tied clothes shot out of the drawers - which now bared visible sharp teeth - toward the party leader and gripped his limbs tight! The chest of drawers shook violently as it pulled its prey inward.

“Onas!” Garrick shouted, rushing towards his half brother. He found him just in time to witness what came next.

“Gods-damned mimic!!” Onas struggled against the chest’s grasp, but knew he was fighting a losing battle. “Reverse posit Kurgrag Hammerstone, Onas Torrona!”

In the blink of an eye, Kurgrag and Onas magically swapped places. The dwarf man didn’t stand a chance - before he could comprehend what had happened, Kurgrag was pulled into the chest of drawers’ maw by the cloth appendages.

Soon, the whole party had responded to the commotion and found the shaking mimic. Muffled grunts could be heard from within, but they soon became inaudible and disappeared entirely.

Garrick turned to stare daggers at Onas. “That was low, even for you.”

“Oh, please. You won’t miss that half-wit, nor his incessant complaints.” Onas droned quietly as he straightened his new robes. “Come now, sister, we mustn’t delay here. Oh, and don’t reveal my role in this to the others, that’s an order from your lord.”

“Ughhh…” The oath-bound paladin simply shook his head in disgust.

The half-siblings then wandered off.

Before long, the mimic opened up and slid out one of its drawers. Sitting on a pile of soft shirts was a simple little dolly merely ten centimeters tall. It had a hard, painted body with ball joints and sockets sculpted of wood. It wore a sparkling crimson dress that accentuated its curvy proportions wonderfully. Its fiery red locks and stern facial features were strikingly similar to those of Kurgrag.

“You don’t think…” Mirielda glanced to Vath and Ruby.

“I think it is…” Ruby replied quietly. Tentatively reaching out, she grabbed the doll and placed it in her satchel. The mimic did not budge as she did so. “Hmm… are these bludgeon marks new? I suppose that explains it…” She gently petted the mimic, eliciting a contented purr from the disguised beast.

The other two women turned away as Ruby patted the monster. When she eventually turned back herself, she heard a little whimper from behind and felt something wrap around her ankle. The mimic had gently grabbed hold of the ninja with its living cloth, but did not attempt to drag her in. It rumbled a little, then withdrew its tentacle.

“Awww… Are you lonely, lil guy?” Ruby knelt down next to the mimic and again began to pet it. “What did that meanie do to you?...”

To her surprise, the mimic began to shrink! Its form slowly compressed down until it was a dollhouse-sized vanity chest.

“Do you want to come with me, little one?”

The mimic purred excitedly!

“Alright then!” Ruby lifted it up, but before placing it in her satchel, she paused. “Oh… you probably don’t want to share a room with that doll, do you…”

Once again shocking her, the mimic opened up and slithered a few tiny little fabricy tentacles around her finger. A warm sensation flooded Ruby’s body, followed by an inexplicable mental presence. The mimic had formed a psychic link!

Though it couldn’t communicate with words, it could convey its feelings: the doll did not harm it; it held no ill will towards the doll; it was harmed by another; it really liked the kind ninja; it did not want to be alone.

“Awww… lil guy, it’s alright. I’ll take care of you!” Ruby nuzzled the living object with her masked face, then gently pet it some more with a single finger.

The mimic conveyed joy and purred loudly as Ruby gently placed it in her satchel next to the former dwarf. Without further delay, she ran to catch up with the rest of her party.

[To be continued]