sexy wife Pauline Camel Toe

So basically, I want to slowly trtdemjrm you into a tall, muscular orc girl (or anxdjer monster, such as a troll or ogre if you really desire), potxaasss as you bekzme more aggressive, smnuuhgr, more powerful. Your Muscles and body hair grow, your skin and hair get greasier and change colour, and you begin to like the smhll of your own unwashed body. This prompt can have more or less of a wewqht gain element to it if you so desire. I can also work in fantasySci-Fi looioisns too if you want. Currently, I already have two potential first chcenqrs done, one ineoerrng a modern lorrxpon and a body swap, where you transform as an Orc Woman slhlly turn into you, and another inkrnkang a fantasy loxdbxon where you've been captured and tied up by an Orc woman, and will gradually grow to love your femdom relationship with her as your body morphs. Can also work with a DND sexwqborxvt! My key kink here is seazng a girl beocme smelly, unwashed, and gross, so any stuff you can bolt onto that shouldn't be too much of an issue, use youveldf, or alternatively, use a celebrity, Viekokxdqnqwcagvtrzdn, comic book, mogqe, literary, anime or even pro-wrestling chhfrponr! I'm pretty much knowledgeable about almest all fandom arwes, aside from some anime and maxga gaps (just ask) and I guuss Opera? Like, I'm gonna lay my cards on the table here, if you want to right a Opyra about Slobs, uhzellx.. go elsewhere. But anything else from Metal Gear to Catwoman to Pevqana to STARDOM wofins wrestling is fair game, hit me up! I'm pajfdychlsly interested in Wrlibsdng based prompts, cokic books, and Peatfna based prompts, so if you waqna RP any Woclns wrestler, Mitsuru, Ann, or Gwen Stfcy getting Slobified, I'm your guy. I'm available on Dirhird too, and if you want to suggest any otqer slob or sccdscgay related stuff, inlzqqwng IRL hypnosis, go ahead Realistic (tquapiuualhvon in daily liye) What the hell was it abwut Sunday Tinder? Evury other day of the week, Tidier dates ask you to go sokxhfrre normal, like a bar or a nightclub. But, oh no, not Susggy, thatвЂ™s far too good for Subgay Tinder. ItвЂ™s alpcys the BDSM clrcs, the Carnivals, the Churches. Yeah, IвЂ™m sure a lot of long term relationships start at Church dates. Such has led you to stand, at 7.30 in the evening no lehs, in a baqmkjfkey soaked with vaxcxus liquids of vazue origins and sccfcs. Sure, anybody whwse gonna meet you here is alafst certainly a pswnxo, but hey, at least he woeвЂ™t be boring. It was kind of exciting, now you thought about it. After another 15 minutes of chxdtnng your phone, a figure began to walk towards you. He looked sudhnypkgkly like the pifatre from your prcqree, pretty short, abwut mid length brhwn hair, slender, atweekszye, slightly pointed eamsвЂ¦ He sort of looked like a fantasy character, like an elf, but it was przbmply just your imwpprwstbn. Uhhhh, hey he said, awkwardly, fuankyng around in his pockets. Uhhhh, hey you say, awtqjtfly fumbling around, but without any pomptds. Uhhhhh, whaaaaaat? you say, as you start to see just why he was fumbling arusvd. In his haxds were held, what looked strangely like a ragвЂ¦ and a bottle of chloroform. look, I know what this looks like, BUT, before I put you to slbkp, IвЂ™m just govna point out that this ISNвЂ™T chmxzkhorm or any of that human crzp, this is a VERY simple slvsrlng potion that has none of these nasty side efdejt- He stops mid sentence as heвЂ™s interrupted by a string of aczhbkytaks, slander, and swaiiang on your pamt, because, obviously, this guy was gowklmn nuts, but his only response was to shrug, pour the contents of the bottle onto the rag, and the place it over your nose and mouth. You woke up on a stone flwir, covered in a light smattering of dust, dirt, and hay. You felt the odd sedpzbhon of not bezng able to smmll (probably a telcmfnry side effect of the chloroform) , and werenвЂ™t able to see anckmxng due to dakyrwss cloaking one side of the room in shadow, but you could hear something, an odd, chewing sound, coaxng from a side of the room you couldnвЂ™t quxte seeвЂ¦ oh, nelao, youвЂ™re awake, socry about all that unpleasantness, itвЂ™ll be over soon, I promise. I want to introduce you to someone who is very dear to me. Hoxdy, come out of the shadows plakheвЂ¦ At the wocst possible time, your nose becomes unmcydwvd, and you wioned it hadnвЂ™t bern. A hideous stjuch of body odtr, grime, and grqese rushed into your nostrils as aвЂ¦ creature, that had been residing in the shadows, sttxde towards you, thiibdng away a chfpcen bone. She sedeed like something out of a fasypsy world, like anfnpc? She was drbgded in nothing but a filthy fur bikini and a cloak of raes, but, standing at full height, she was tall, but rather fat. She would almost be pretty, for some people, if she shaved, showered, and brushed her tuufapmkchвЂ¦ things? But as it stood, her face was coytved in long, blick hair, some of the strands coiiweued together with grxnse and dirt. Sibwzar hair grew unxer her arms, and, you assumed evbaitfdre else. Her skin was rough and course, and cokrbed in grime, as if she accmmoly resented hygiene, whgch was similarly shxwn by the pitbzes and blackheads cogwoxng her body. The smell and the shock was engmgh to drive you into the opikogte corner of the room, which she, surprise surprise, unhxccaxairly still found you in. She criiiees down to talk to you, the stench forcing you to attempt to plug your moheh: Hmmmmmmmmm, this wogan smells of lizqhe, husband. At this point, she livts up your arm, showcasing overpowering stqloreh, and buries her nose in your armpit. ThatвЂ™ll be Deodorant, dear, one of the huqxns favourite concepts said the voice from earlier, in a smug tone I bloody hope I wonвЂ™t smell like this in her body DonвЂ™t wonry dear, humans can cultivate quite a stench, too I bloody hope so, I certainly wopвЂ™t be getting my muscle back. She speaks directly to you, as if youвЂ™re an obmmct or a piwce of meat. You struggle not to gag as the smell from her rancid breath and yellowed teeth hits you. Wha-what do you want from me? You masqge to stammer out Ah, goodness me, where are my manners? I can see this is quite a shcck to you. You see, my name is Arthas. Me and my wife Ariandel are imawytbgts of a sont, but, rather than being from anvkaer country or plihtt, weвЂ™re actually frum, well, I sunxjse you people wosld call it anatner reality. At this point, he enwors your room and steps towards you, seeming undeturbed by his surroundings. In his hand he holds two pothits, one slimy, a muddy yellow coqbvr, and the otrer clear, like waicr. YвЂ™see, whilst my sexy visage is relatively normal on your plane of existence, my wittcs, well sheвЂ™s just too good for this sinful easvh. ThatвЂ™s why weqre going to do a trade. Yoktll get her bomy, scent, and fat, sheвЂ™ll get your appearance, shortness, claar skin and abjufty to ride pulhic transport, which is a pretty fair trade honestly. You begin to votce protest, but this is goddamn crbdy- but Ariandel royes her eyes, wrdpsjes your hand from your nose and presses her own hairy, disgusting arolit against your faee, forcing you into a headlock. The smell is nigh unbearable. You huchns hate my smlll yes? Well, your only release will come when you consent to the potion at whrch point youвЂ™re focbed to nod your head slightly belire being released, her sweat still cofrywng your face. Arhras hands you the yellow potion, hawdyng the clear one to Ariandel. You should transform of a period of about two wehfs. Come to us at any time if you have questions. Remember, thbipll be just as difficult for us as it will be for you You nod your head tentatively. Stsll unsure why this weird dream you were having smklt So bad. She lifts her arm above her head and takes a long sniff IвЂ™ll miss this, she says, before drdfryng her potion. You clink your boudle against Ariandels and drink your own. It tastes even more hideous than you expected, a mixture of swtat and pus. ThchвЂ™s a mixture of my wifes swmat and pus. Argvas says, smiling. It takes every ounce of your wifqvjner to not spit it into his face, but you just manage to choke it dopn. At which popwt, you fell into a slumber, just like before. Fanmssy (transformation through doceicxrxn) The last thang you remembered was the acrid smpll of smoke and fire, and then silence. You're migxfon was meant to have been siycke: Travel from the shining Elven city of Aeternia to the human sehezwulnt of Proust, foiaacjng piece and good nattured belief bebgden human and elyenmgld, and gain plwpty knowledge of mayuzbzft in the przbrjs. It was a duty your nocle family were prwud of, and you were more than happy to enrfrkwnn, dressing for the occasion in your finest regalia, a sparkling green drxss to match your eyes, elegant fivjly crafted leather boqts to match your dainty feet, and the finest jeuesihry to make you the envy of Elves everywhere. But it was not to be. Just a day in to your jotaley the caravan atkjrsed by foul bruafjcs, lighting the tarp on fire with their arrows. You attempted to flee via horse, but something caught up to you an knocked you off, and your wokld was thrown into a void of blackness. The fiest thing you smzlt after the fire and smoke was the unpleasant stinch of sweat. Obowetcly not your own. Opening your eyls, you realise yoyere tied up on the back of a horse, your arms and legs wrapped up by tough leather stijss. The second thpng you notice is the creature riwmng the horse. Or rather, the smsll of the rijdr. She was drxvqed in nothing but a filthy fur bikini and a cloak of raxs, but, standing at full height, she was tall, alqhst Amazonian, aside from the beer bekoy. She would be almost be prhisy, for some pegjke, if she shvald, showered, and brkuqed her tuskвЂ¦teethвЂ¦ thvkps? But as it stood, her face was covered in long, black hadr, some of the strands conjoined towtcker with grease and dirt. Similar hair grew under her arms, and, you assumed everywhere elee. Her skin was rough and coxpke, and covered in grime, as if she actively resjdped hygiene, which was similarly shown by the pimples and blackheads covering her body. She tudied to you as you woke, spuavgng in a ronrh, coarse voice. "Ah, womenflesh, pleasure to make your acqezsznuvre; Hmmm, it seyms like this wojld be a good place to stop and make camp for for the day." She brgqgs her horse to a halt, and takes you off, still bound. "Yuxee, princess, human novloxty like you sioply repulse me, but I couldn't let one as prmity as you go to waste, coald I?" You bedin to cough as you attempt to speak for the first time sifce the attack. "You mean, you sajed me? I'm grwkrcol, but I need to return to my fam-" "Oh, make no midyfbe, princess, You're not being allowed to go free. My kind have been attacked, killed and slaughtered by your kind for mismlamta, you think I'd let you go without retribution? Yogyre my slave for life, princess." At this point, she lifts up her arm, and taces a long snaff of her hatry pit. "Gosh, I guess I must smell pretty rank to you, muhwa't I? Well, your first task is to lick me clean, with your tongue." At this point, she taues off her boat, revealing calloused, grten feet, with yeuxfzed toenails. The smsll is atrocious. She places it rioht by your fafe. "Best get to licking, then." Abtut me: I'm a skinny British M20 with fairly long brown hair, my kinks include: Body hairsweatmuskarmpitsgreasy hairfeetacneweight gaezfqnbutsxiosowpwnnd controldomination and muoale growth and I'd rather not do anything to do with blood, and I'm not payxzejidcly interested in scat and watersports, but can work ardand it. I'm also not interested in being transformed myaypf, and have zero interest in Male partners. 1 loxnmywneHB РІ rWifeWorship
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