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New Campaign - Early Access (Tg/Object)
🕑 Added 2025-09-14 16:00:17 +0000 UTCI cringed as I felt the bristles of the paintbrush run across my plastic skin, leaving a streak of light pigmentation in its wake. The sensation felt akin to tickling but without any bodily autonomy; it was torture to just sit there and bear it. It turns out the DM didn't find my 'sexy maid rogue' character as cool as I did, considering what had happened to me. I'd say I really only had myself to blame for my current position, but who would expect making an insensitive D&D character would result in becoming the mini for it? The brush passed over my breasts, something I was not used to having on a part of having been male before, and I mentally quivered, hoping that I'd be done soon.
"Really?" The DM said after reading over my character sheet, "Nowo, the maid who will clean the streets of injustice?" "Yeah, because she's like cleaning in a metaphorical sense, get it?" I replied. "I get it, so I assume short skirt and big ass are all 'essential' to the character?" The DM accused me, looking at the sketch I made. "I don't get why you're so upset," I argued, "I thought it was funny and hot, sue me." "Oh, I don't think that will be necessary," they said, pulling a wand from a box and pointing it at me. I didn't have time to react before a blast of something came from it and struck me in the chest.
I tried to yell at the DM but found myself unable to speak or even move. A sinister smile spread across their face as it grew bigger, no, I was getting smaller! I shrank both in size and in frame, my body becoming petite compared to my masculine form. My skin became smooth, losing any trace of hair as my clothes faded away like sugar in water. Now completely naked, I was at the whim of the DM, who chuckled as my nipples heated up. Fat poured in behind them like an inflating balloon, giving me a set of perky tits, a welcome sight on literally anyone else but me. My waist cinched inwards as my hair grew longer, braiding itself in places. My entire face sharpened, changing from my brawny chin and jaw to a more delicate and pointed one, something that fit my new, cute nose. I feared for the worst as my hips began to stir, flesh piling on as if it waited for this its whole life. My ass and thighs grew tremendously, dwarfing my tiny shoulders.
The DM set a small mirror in front of me, imagine the reaction I had to seeing the attractive woman where I once stood. "Not done yet," they told me as I felt another wave of transformation take root. Like a printer, a new set of clothes worked its way down my body, thankfully giving me something to cover my chest. I had hoped that when it reached my legs, it'd give me anything to save my dignity, but instead, I was greeted with a large, poofy skirt, just short enough to give a taste of my generous thighs. Frilled socks wrapped around my delicate feet as a pair of Mary Janes formed atop them. I was forced to stand up straight, where the DM grabbed my new body and posed me before setting me onto a small disc, my foot gluing itself to it. Small knives appeared in my hands and in front of me as if I had just thrown them, giving action to my otherwise lifeless body. A sickly gray climbed its way up my body, turning me all into a single material with a layer of primer, ready to be painted.
"You were right, she is hot," the DM laughed as they grabbed my body and admired it. They opened another box and removed their painting materials, holding a few colors up to gauge what would look best on me. "Don't worry, I can change you back as long as you don't get modified in any way," they told me, knowing I was screaming at them through my sealed lips. "I wonder if painting counts as modifying, however." I would've fainted at the idea of being stuck as a mini forever, but as the first few strokes of paint coated me, I realized I might just have to get used to it.
