Commissioned: Orks and Goblins.
#3 of Commission
Trusk was one of the mightiest of orks, one of the biggest of orks, one of the most muscled and most certainly hairiest of orks. His reputation as criminal and madman were known amongst man and friend alike, thus he was quite feared by the general public.
Until one day, he vanished. Many wondered how he vanished. Some say he died, others claim he was dragged into hell. The true story is a little different, but certainly along those lines. Let me begin where it started... with a goblin named Jinx...
The strong ork moved along the mud trail, most life avoiding his strong and imposing body. He snarled at anything that didn't move, sometimes even stepping on it. Along the path was a cart, and next to it, a goblin, who was much smaller than Trusk. He fumbled around his cart, which contained a variety of items and brews, smelling weird and foul.
The ork snarled at the small goblin, which was foolish enough to stay in the path of Trusk.
"Who thinks he can stand in the path of Trusk?" He growled in a deep and threatening voice.
"Hm... the same person who wonders why you're not already fixing my cart, brawn." The goblin cackled. "Unless you have something to buy me off, that is."
The ork huffed deep and raised his mighty axe and prepared to land it on the goblin. The tiny creature drew a small dagger and punctured the ork's leg guards and poked a strong paralysing poison into the bloodstream.
The ork suddenly felt a little numb. The axe slipped from his hands as an 'urf' escaped his mouth. 'argh!' he exclaimed as he fell on his large posterior, unable to stand up by his own weight.
"What is this witchcraft!?" He growled at the goblin. The goblin smirked a little.
"Hm, I just can't think of anything. Why don't I... 'inspect' this big thing before trying anything?" The ork growled in reply, having quite some issues with moving. The goblin moved around the ork, stripping it of all it had on it. He found some useful things, other were just garbage. With a slight sigh, he turned to the ork.
"But what to do with you?" He tilted his head and thought more, before figuring something. "Ork statues... those are worth some... but a real ork... emasculated... turned into a female baby... a sign of strength and a nice buck for me!" The goblin walked to his cart and fished a few things out, mostly potions and instruments.
"What are you talking about?" The ork shouted at the sneaky goblin, which slowly dragged the knife over the hairy, nude body. "GAH!" The ork protested.
As the knife passed further, hair was removed and fell on the ground. The scraping nose and blowing wind gave the ork a good idea as he saw the hair fall gently on the ground. With cries of rage, he was slowly turned to a bald, smooth ork.
The goblin enjoyed the sight of the bald ork, and figured what to do next. After all, the mightiest of orks doesn't always come along, so he needed to make sure the process was done delicately with the best, desirable result.
The goblin walked to his cart and rummaged around, trying to find a certain tool. Doing so, the ork grew afraid of the whole situation, more than before. When the tongs came out, the goblin sniggered.
"Nobody wants a baby with rottened teeth!" He cackled. The ork let out a nasty growl: 'don't dare' He told the goblin as he placed the tongs on the big teeth. "Hit me" He cackled, slowly pulling the front teeth out. "This will help subdue you" He said, hoping the ork would learn to stay still; else he'd have to take a little more 'action'. The goblin was happy, the ork lucky. The teeth rot to the core, allowing them to be pulled easily. Seeing the bad gums, the goblin gave it a shot to make it smell and look better.
"Hm... what to do next, toothless baby?" The goblin tilted his head a little. The man ork's manhood was nothing short of imposing. "Hm... if that were to be a tad different..." The ork didn't understand what the goblin meant, even less when he revealed a potion. "This should do..."
The goblin showed the shiny pink potion before turning the ork on his back and applying a nice, FIRM dose on the groin, making sore to keep his own distance as the ork felt an odd string from the shiny goo on his manhood.
Slowly, the buff manhood, something he was quite proud of, started to shrink... regress. It slowly retreated into his body. At first, it looked like it shrunk, but it quickly became obvious it was becoming something else.
The goblin grinned, seeing the manliness turn into a small heap of cluttered flesh, smelling like the backside of a bitch in heat. It was a new, unspoiled vagina, something many would pay diamonds for.
"Now THIS is a commodity... almost..." He searched more and grabbed a transparent flask, before putting it at the ork's lips and pouring it in. "First, you need a cuter colour..." The ork felt... soft? Also a little light. His pigment slowly became whiter and whiter, slowly becoming a sore to the eye, before the goblin too action.
"Oops! Too much white... a little red to correct." He muttered, grabbing another transparent liquid and forcing to ork to swallow it. "Drink it. It will help you have a warm bed..." He cackled, knowing there would be a lot more 'warm' things."
The ork's skin turned softer, the tongue became a little more pleasing to the eye. It turned a soft hue of pink, and not even the manly kind of pink. The kind little baby girls often have.
The goblin rummaged his cart, before pulling out a very big bottle. He made the ork drink it, grinning wider than before. "You're a little big, still. But this will fix it."
The ork slowly felt weaker, smaller, compacter. His body felt like it shrunk, which it did. Like his manhood and self-esteem, now his body became less. The goblin smirked, in the end, seeing an adult, baby-sized ork, so panicked and worried he couldn't say a work.
"Your voice... almost forgot." The goblin hummed, while getting an empty bottle. "Baby breath, enchanted. A rare thing, but worth the investment!"
"If you do that...!" The ork growled, before silenced by the bottle, sucking in the magic air.
"HUSH!" The goblin said. "Those were terrible last words." The goblin let go of the bottle, before the ork suddenly let out a few babbles and drool, unable to speak or keep his tongue in. The goblin chuckled, before thinking up his next step with the almost adorable ork warlord.
The goblin blotted some nice cream on the ork's face, smearing it all over. "Hush... just a little something to make you look better." He muttered, the ork's face slowly looking like that of someone who fell into a tub of make-up.
The goblin made a few finishing touches. "There... now, to dress this pink diamond." He said with a smile, pulling out a small, frilly, pink baby dress with a small white ribbon on the waist. "Perfect..." The goblin smiled and picked out a pink diaper too. "Yes, just perfect." The ork couldn't struggle as the dress was hoisted over his... her pink, soft, girly body. The diaper was strapped on tight, making him look so harmless and innocent.
"There... this ork warrior is now a teeny tiny baby girl. With a history worth millions. Let's hope you're a seller... else you might need to sleep outside for a while!" The goblin said, putting the ork in the cart and slowly pushing it onward.