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Andella
A Dungeon Damsel Story
Written by Princess Kay
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The carriage was gone. Stolen, in the night, the horse along with it. All
the goods Jordan had prepped to sell, all the clothes he had to wear, had
been taken. He stared down the road to the capital for a long moment,
just feeling numb. He expected the thieves would have gone back toward
the city, the better to fence everything he owned. If he followed the
road back to the city, he could file an official report with the guard
and perhaps at least get his wagon back, if neither the goods nor the
horse.
"...What's the point of that..." Jordan whispered to himself, heaving out
a heavy sigh. Even if he got the wagon back, there'd be nothing to pull
it with, and nothing to sell with it. Besides, the shaggy haired brunette
didn't want to go back to the city. His parents were still waiting
there... likely hoping he'd "come to his senses" in time to marry the
girl they'd chosen for him. The one he'd never even met before.
He sighed, again, and decided to continue trudging along the road to...
Abrilla, if he remembered the last sign posts correctly. He'd been
travelling more or less at random, hoping that luck would take him
someplace willing to buy a few goods from a merchant. It admittedly
hadn't been his best laid plan. He'd always been... well. It didn't
matter what he'd been. What was important was that he was a merchant now,
and he had to learn the ways of being one for himself as quickly as
possible.
...Without a cart, or his belongings, or even the money that had been in
his saddlebags, he was more an unemployed vagrant than he was a merchant,
though. He just had to hope the city he was heading toward would have
work, at least enough to earn room and board. He knew little of physical
labor, but he was willing to learn. He hoped that was enough, as he
trudged along the dirt road.
It was nightfall when houses finally came into sight. He was pleased to
see that the town was midway in size, though. He spotted a smithy, a
small bookstore, and several houses. So it was possible that someone here
would have some use for him. He again hoped that someone would teach him
to serve a purpose in this town... but for now, he needed a place to
sleep. Without money, even the stables at the inn was out of the
question, and he was starting to think he might need to spend the night
in some of the softer bushes he'd seen out of town.
He was turning to go when she stepped out of the space between two
buildings. A young woman, cloaked in dark material, but he could see her
pale face beneath the hood shining lightly in the moonlight. She had
bright green eyes, and a smile on her face. Her hair was hidden by the
cloak, but with those eyes... No. He shouldn't make assumptions just
based on the color of her eyes.
"I don't recognize you from around here..." she told him, a small smile
on her face. It looked fake to Jordan; he was used to fake smiles from
his family, and thought he knew enough to recognize them at this point.
"If you need a place to stay, I have an extra room in my house. If you'd
like to come with me?" She stepped forward, grabbing at the sleeve of his
red tunic, and trying to tug him after her. She was surprisingly strong,
and the brunette found himself dragged a few steps before he could dig
his heels into the ground.
"W-Wait..." he demanded, throwing up his hands. "I don't even know who
you are..."
"Does it matter?" she asked, fake smile still shining out from beneath
her hood as she continued to walk. The hand that hadn't grabbed him had
disappeared beneath the cloak, and he wondered idly if she was grabbing a
knife. If his life was going to end here. His family had always warned
him about thieves, in the city, but he hadn't expected to find any in a
small town. Not that he knew she planned to kill him, but.... Would he
regret it, if she did?
All her hand brought out was a small crystal vial, though, with a
rectangular base and a small, circular, stopper. "Care for a drink?" she
asked. Her smile had grown bigger. It looked different than the fake
ones she'd been putting on so far. Her lips were spread a little wider,
and her eyes seemed somehow lit up. It was real, but with a sinister edge
to it.
"...No..." The girl frowned, and tucked the glass vial away. She looked
like she was going to say something, but Jordan lifted a hand to
forestall her. "I'll go with you, though."
"Really?" her smile still looked real, but her eyes were narrowed. "Why?"
"...Because I don't have anywhere else to go. Maybe." Because he didn't
care. Really. "What's your name?"
"Fiona." The girl studied him for a moment and then started to tug
Jordan's sleeve, again. "Come on."
"I-I'm Jordan..." he murmured, as he was drawn toward the outskirts of
the city.
"I don't care," she responded, taking him to a small cottage. The entire
thing could have fit inside his room in his parlor at the mansion,
probably, and Jordan wondered if there was really two rooms inside.
Jordan didn't resist, though, as he was tugged inside. He only looked
around, taking in the piles of books that dotted the floor, the old and
musty mixed with the newly bound. There was a cauldron in the fireplace,
and a broom hanging above the mantle. With all that in mind, it was
hardly a surprise when the door slammed shut behind him, and locked
itself. "You are a witch, then..." he whispered, voice soft.
The girl wrinkled her nose, and threw back her hood. As expected, she had
the red hair that all magic users had. "I'm a wizard, actually. That
means I do my own research, and don't just use recipes from the same
crummy old books as everyone else does." She dropped her cloak on the
floor, revealing a red dress that clung to her curves. She was older than
Jordan had thought - around the same age as him. Marriageable age. "Do
you have a husband?" he asked, idly.
"Hardly," she scoffed, sticking out her tongue. "I don't deal with men.
They're just test subjects for me. Speaking of which..." She gestured to
the right room. "That's your room, over there. You'll be staying there
after I'm done altering you."
"Altering... me? You're not going to kill me?" he asked, surprised. "I
thought you just wanted to cook me in a stew, or something...?"
"...What do you think magic users are?" Fiona demanded. She had a
disgusted look on her face. "I should hit you with my broom for that. I
should turn you into a frog for that. I should.... I would erase you from
existence, if I could! It's bigotry like that which holds us all back
from progress in this world, you know."
"I'm sorry..." he looked away. "It's just. My family always said witches
- I mean. Wizards. And witches. Like to eat human flesh... and you have
an awfully big cauldron..."
"For cooking potions, yes, not people! Honestly..." she huffed, and then
reached under her cloak for the same crystalline vial she'd been holding
earlier. She tossed it to Jordan, who almost dropped it from surprise,
only barely managing to clasp hands around the base. "Drink that. Though
why I'm letting you be my roommate after a comment like that, I don't
know..."
"Your... roommate..." He spoke softly. Uncertain. He had come here, fully
expecting to be murdered. He didn't understand the turn that things had
taken, but he recognized that his worst fears weren't being realized. He
knew that should have made him feel happy, but he only felt an emptiness
that stretched out endlessly before him.
"Drink the vial." The girl was smiling again. "Or I'll force it down your
throat."
He stared down at the glass vial for a moment. The liquid in it was clear
as water. When he decanted it, there was a faint "pop," though, and the
water seemed to frizz within the container. Pouring it into his mouth, he
felt little bubbles explode across his tongue, and then an incredibly
bitter taste hit him. He swallowed, as much from surprise as anything,
and then gagged. "What... is it poison?" he asked. "You're a witch, and
the best you could do was poison?"
"It wasn't poison..." Fiona sighed. "It was a potion. I'm still working
on their taste; maybe I'll eventually make one that can just go on the
skin... now be quiet, test subject, while we see if you survive."
"Survive..." So there was still a chance he'd die from this. He closed
his eyes, wondering if he would explode or collapse or fall to the floor.
All that he felt was a curious warmth, though, spreading through his
stomach. It felt pleasant, tingly, like a tightening in his belly.
"Take off your clothes..." Fiona told him. "Your shirt, your pants, your
underwear; everything. I want to document the changes." She had produced
a notebook and quill from under her cloak, already. Her smile had grown
even wider, turning into a hungry expression of need. "Do it, or I'll
make your clothes burst on fire."
Jordan didn't need to be threatened, really. He was already taking off
his tunic, and his britches, revealing a narrow, unmuscular chest a
stomach with just a touch of paunch, a pair of narrow hips, and... a
penis. Nothing much to look at. He'd never had anyone look at his dick
with the outright disgust Fiona seemed to have for it, though, her eyes
narrowing as she stared at it and her hand hurriedly scribbling something
in the book. "That'll be the first thing to go..." she murmured.
"Assuming I did the concoction right..."
"What do you mean g-" Jordan's words were cut off by a sudden jolt of
pain, scalding heat between his groin. His hand reached down between his
legs, trying to comfort his poor member. It was... smaller. Shrinking.
Even as he held it, he could feel it retracting into itself, pulling up
into his body until it was nothing more than a tiny nub. He touched it,
nervously, and the scalding heat was joined by a new, gentler warmth that
shot up from the new button, to his chest.
He could still feel his body changing, down below. It was still a little
painful, as his bones creaked, and his hips widened. His balls were
retracting into his abdomen, and his fingers cautiously followed,
pressing against what was now an opening into his core. The strange thing
was, though, as he dug his fingers into himself, he felt a curious
pleasure building up above.
His hand, the one not currently involved in plundering his new opening
for everything it was worth, reached up to gently touch his chest. The
nipples were puffy. Sensitive to the touch. He had little... bumps
underneath them. They weren?t quite worth being called breasts, yet, but
they were growing. He could feel them growing, a pleasant warmth in his
being, a wonderful feeling that warmed him throughout his entire chest.
He cupped one, with wonder, the little bug bite quickly turning into a
palm-sized mound, and then a gently sloping hill of flesh. His breasts
were growing out, a little bigger than he would have liked, until he was
holding onto mellons that filled his hand completely, soft and malleable
beneath his hand. His nipple was hard, a stiff little peak that bit into
his palm, begging to be pinched and played with.
He ignored it, for the moment. "Mirror..." he whispered. "I need a
mirror..."
"Hmmm?" Fiona frowned, looking up from her scribbling. She?d been writing
carefully in her notebook, sketching out his form as best she could, and
writing out the change. "There?s a mirror in that bedroom..." she
pointed. "But-"
"Thanks." He didn?t wait for her to finish, opening the door and rushing
inside.
"Honestly..." Fiona whispered, with a frown. She followed, though. "It?s
so troublesome when they run... what if I miss something? Though that is
a nice view of the ass..."
Jordan?s ass. It had always been a flat affair, but now it was soft and
round, growing out into a squeezable bubble butt, shifting the center of
gravity so that the brunette almost stumbled on his way into the room.
There was a small mirror on the wall, not enough to see his full form,
but. Enough to watch his face, as it changed. Softening, becoming rounder
and gentler, smoothing away rough angles he?d always hated and replacing
them with a gentler looking face. "I..." Jordan stared, as his hair began
to grow, the brown tresses traveling down his shoulders, then his waist,
curling right at the bubble butt. "I... Love it..." she whispered, voice
soft.
"You what?" Fiona frowned, biting her lip. "Did I accidentally add a mind
control element? Perhaps I could build on that, though, to-"
"No..." Jordan shook her head, frowning faintly. "I mean. I love it. I
never knew how much I?d love it until - I never thought it was possible,
honestly, until... it happened. Thank you."
"Thank... me..." Fiona stared, uncertainly. "I turned you into a girl,
you know. I?m planning to blackmail you with the fact that you have
nowhere to go, you know. You?re going to be my roommate. I?m going to
experiment on you. You?re going to be miserable."
"I?m, not, though. Going to be miserable." Jordan smiled. "I?ll do the
rest. But I?m not going to be miserable." She?d already been miserable.
All her life. She just hadn?t realized how much.
"...Look. Whatever your name is-"
"Andella." Andella smiled. "I always wanted to be called Andella."
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