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"We must remove the demon from this little girl or she will die!" The priest's voice rang out in the room, suddenly falling into a complex, unintelligible chant, preparing to force the chaos demon out of the young child. All around him, coating the service with leaking wax, candles flickered with his voice. Outside, the blackness of night offered no additional light except for the piddly amount from the small, dancing flames.

"But sire, where will we send the demon?" The nervous attendant's gaze ran over the room, seeing only the aging, dust- coated stone of the ancient manor in the dim light of the candles. The priest hesitated a moment before he scoured the room with his own eyes, spotting the dainty shoes on the girl's feet, Mary Janes with a slight clunky heels and a shiny gold clasp that offset over the smooth black of the rest of the shoes's body. He hesitated a moment longer, sweeping his eyes over the room once again with a wrinkle in his forehead, but his gaze returned to the girly shoes.

"Those will have to do!"

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Decades later, the same manor still stood at the edge of the kingdom. A broad path of steps led up to it's front door, perched atop a slope. Columns held up a majestic porch, with detailed, molded designs decorating the decorative fence of the entryway. The rest of the house housed dozens of windows, all covered with dusty curtains from the inside all in the same dull shade of rich, deep maroon. Gargoyles sat high in the upper crests of the ancient home, acting as frozen guards on the property. As Argol stepped up onto the old wood, it creaked beneath one of his tall, heavy boots. His arm tensed, holding onto the hilt of the sword still sheathed in its place hanging from his hip. The muscles beneath his arm bracer pushed up beneath the leather of the light armor, straining to the material with his tight grip. With another step forward, he raised one leg to kick down the door which fell open easily with an explosion of dust. "First room's clear, come on in."

A group of guards filtered into the room behind him, their own weapons at a ready position before the spread out. Each man streamed down a separate hallway, heading into rooms to inspect for any signs of monster activity. Argol, too, headed down a musty hall. The wallpaper peeled down out of place, curling into scrolls on the walls. Slipping into a large, empty room, his eyes started to expertly scan for any signs of activity or other danger. In the center of the room, dust coated a low-standing table, but small candle nubs clearly poked out from the thick coat of grime. Wax pooled on the wood of the table, dried after years, but leavings its hardened shape permanently. In the center of the table, dust coated a pair of dainty Mary Janes. Though scuffed and aged, the surface of the shoes was clearly a previously- shiny, smooth black shade while the buckle that held a thin strap to go over the foot glimmered with a dull gold hue. He stepped forward, feeling compelled to pluck the shoes off the table. Holding both of the petite heels in one hand, he rubbed the fabric on his arm over them and the dust seemed to fall away, like a veil lifted out of the eye's of a widow to show her true beauty.

The black of the shoe showed, unmarred by age even slightly. The buckle glittered even in the darkness of the old manor. Despite being left in the abandoned manor for decades, untouched by a single human being, the shoes looked flawless, brand new. Argol felt his well-trained mind fog, instead of thinking of hiding places for monsters, the signs of passage, or how to focus your hearing out to catch even the faintest creak of a step, Argol saw the shoes in his mind. They dominated his thoughts as his fingers slowly started to pet over the smooth, satiny finish of the heels. Tiny as they appeared, Argol felt the urge to put them on, to feel his foot slid down into the smooth angle of the shoe with his heel pumped up with artificial height. Stroking along the polished surface of the shoe's body, Argol felt his cock throb lightly inside his simple pants. A sudden urge wriggled into his mind to let it out, to feel the inside of the shoe pressing against his cock.

The hand stroking the shoe pulled away to drop to his pants, starting to undo them with a glassy look in his eyes as he stared down at the girl's shoes, infatuated with their feminine appeal. He tugged his dick out with one hand, pumping it over once before he brought the shoe to his tip. Slowly, he rubbed the sensitive head of his cock along the sleek side of the shoe, feeling its silky, leather skin rub along him. A soft coo escaped his lips as he fondled the golden clasp and thrust himself forward along the soft pad of the inside of the shoe. The gentle cushion of the insole rubbed along the sensitive underside of his cock head, sending a spurt of precum up into the toe of the shoe. Pumping himself deeper into the shape of the shoe, he felt the precum squirt up around his shaft while he fucked the little heel. As he pumped into the shoe, he stroked the outside with an absent stare down at them, like a teenaged boy staring at his high school crush. Drool formed at the corner of his mouth as his wide eyes stared down at them, unwavering in the lovestruck stare.

When he grew close, Argol forced himself fully into the shoe, humping up to it till his balls smacked to the clunky heel with every thrust and letting a soft smacking sound echo out into the air before he grunted. Cum shot out from his tip, coating the inside of the heel with thick globs of his seed. One hand petted over the front of the smooth shoe, stroking it as the itch to fuck the toy faded, and for a moment, Argol felt content again, but that ended quickly.

Inside the shoes, the chaos demon trapped there was suddenly sated with the explosion of seed splashing into the shoes, robbing the shoes of their innocence and feeding the demons own urge for destruction. Imbued with power now, the demon released the curse out from the shoes, capturing Argol's mind once again.

Idly tucking his limp dick back inside his pants, Argol's fingers quickly returned to the shoes, this time with the urge to put them on. A wrinkle crimped his forehead at the thought of putting on the girly, obviously small shoes and he discarded the thought, but the pull to bring them home worked at him till he tightened his grip and pulled them to his chest. "Maybe I'll give them to one of the younger princesses..." He mused to himself, though by the time he reached the doorway of the room, every step felt heavy. His practical boots felt as though they were full of lead, and he struggled with every step. Glancing down at them, he grimaced at their appearance, scuffed with dirt and buffed to a admirable rough finish that wouldn't easily tear the leather.

He hated the look of them. They were stern, unforgiving, far too harsh when looked at beside the soft, dainty girl's shoes that were prim, proper, and elegant. Dropping onto the floor in the doorway from the empty room to the hallway, Argol tugged off his boots and slipped his toes into the shoes. Despite appearing small, the shoes cradled his foot gently and fit flawlessly. His toes gently touched to the front while the thin, fragile strap folded neatly over his socks, just as they started to transform. As the gold clasp sealed the shoe onto his foot, his own simple socks brightened to a clean, innocent white as ruffles puffed out from his ankles, decorated with lace plumage just above the shoes's strap.

Standing and straightening up, Argol looked down his body. He still wore his standard light armor with a simple, rouge tunic over top of plain, tan pants with his sword's sheath hanging from a belt around his waist, but down on his feet instead of his tall, practical boots were the dainty Mary Janes with the fancy socks dressing them up even more. "Ah, much better." Argol murmured, heading out into the hallway with a confident stride, as though nothing had changed even though everything had.

Back in the main room of the house, the guards stand patiently waiting for their leader to come back. Onc stepped forward as Argol rounded the corner, head raised to give their report: "We searched the house and found no signs of any monster or unnatural activity on the premises. We then did a preliminary search of the surrounding grounds and- What the hell are you wearing?"

Argol glanced down with a small look of confusion before his hand dropped to his belt with a little nod of understanding. "I misplaced my belt at the bath house yesterday, this is just my extra."

The guard blinked before he started to laugh. A hand slapped to his thigh with a deep chuckle before he composed himself, with merely a snickering smile still on his face. "That's funny, Argol. Testing our observations today, then? Seeing if we would notice?"

Argol's forehead wrinkled and his head tipped to the side slightly, confused at what the guard was referring to exactly. "I assure you, I'm doing nothing out of the ordinary."

"Like hell you aren't! What are those, you fairy!?" The guard jabbed a finger down to the ruffly socks poking out from his simple, pristine Mary Janes. "What kind of prince wears shoes made for a little girl?"

Argol eyed the guard with a wrinkle of distaste on his forehead for the man's behavior. His eyes narrowed towards the man, and deep down, Argol realized his shoes were different. Merely looking down at the rows of sturdy boots lined on the guards' feet in front of him plainly showed the differences. Where theirs were sturdy and tough, Argol's were dainty and fragile; where theirs were scuffed from work and rubbed to a dull, dark gray, Argol's were pristine and still shining like they'd just come out from the box; and whereas theirs looked manly, Argol's epitomized youthful, girlish femininity.

Another guard from behind the first tipped his head to his chin, coughing awkwardly. "I just don't understand, man. What is going on? Is this a joke?"

"It's gotta be a joke!"

Argol's head shook from side to side, feeling merely the slightest sting at their misunderstanding. Agitated, he started to pace in front of the men only to hear the soft clack of his heels on the wood floor of the mansion. The sound soothed his anxiety and relaxed the tense muscles of his shoulders so they loosened with a little sigh of relief. The men watched him, strutting in front of them in the girl's shoes, with looks of disbelief. Their mouths froze open, hanging there in a state of simple confusion that began to morphed into smirks of ridicule at the sight of Argol's obvious pleasure from the shoes.

"I bet this is a fetish thing!"

"Holy cow! You've got some weird ass kink, don't you? That's just sick!"

Puffing up slightly with irritation, Argol jabbed a finger towards the men. "There is nothing wrong with my shoes! They are comfortable! I can move in them!" He shifted forward on the floor with a series of soft clicks on the ground, the sound still sending chills down his spine.

"That clacking! Make it stop!"

"That sound is annoying, Argol! You wouldn't be able to sneak up on anyone in those shoes!"

Argol's face twisted, hurt by the insult and angered at the misinformed commentary. "I'll have you know I find that sound calming! I wouldn't need to sneak up on anyone! They'd hear me coming and run!"

A loud guffaw of laughter left the men in a burst, "Ha! Yeah right! No one would run from a sissy like you!"

"Perhaps we should start calling him princess?!" Another loud explosion of laughter filled the room, ringing out louder than the soft clicks of Argol's heels and making him fidget where he stood.

"Stop it!' The prince demanded, stopping his heel as both arms shot out to the sides before pulling down towards his side dramatically. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"

"Oooh! You struck a chord with the little princess! Look at him throwing a tantrum! Maybe we should take those shoes, they're making him sassy!"

"Let's destroy them! Light them and watch them burn! How the sides would bubble and peel off!"

"Or we can trample them! Stomp them under our boots and into the dirt."

Argol whimpered at them, pouting as looked down at his beloved shoes with a scowl. "You wouldn't trample them! You wouldn't dare!"

"Who's going to stop us? You, princess?" The men laughed again, slapping to their thighs. "You couldn't stop out big, heavy boots from crushing those pathetic, weak... cute shoes!" The other men blinked, staring at the speaker with confusion at the sudden change in tone. "I just wanna rip them off your feet! And wear them! I wanna run in them on the street so they click with every step!"

"Dude, what the hell?" Another guard punched his arm, chuckling at what he assumed to be a mocking joke. "Don't you mean you want to... caress them and feel the satiny finish beneath your fingertips as you tighten the clasp on, sealing them to your feet."

The other guards fidgeted awkwardly, starting to feel the curse settle over them, while they didn't understand why they started to feel their confusion about their leader's choice of footwear to fade into a shared desire to wear them themselves. Slowly, they felt their own shoes start to shift. Sturdy, flat bottoms started to tilt as heels formed out of the bottom of their thick boots. Then, the leather of their work boots started to peel off like a snake changing skin.

The first guard, farthest to the right in the line standing respectfully behind the second in command behind Argol whom was giving their report, started to change first. His simple leather boots shed their scuffed leather and began to harden into a bright, metallic sheen of iron. The boots stretched up to just beneath his knees, but with a small heel at the back of the boot and an intricate design swooping along the shape of the foot, starting at his toes with a decorative point and arching back with a twirling design of metal. Then, from the top of the boots, matching silvery gray stockings covered his legs, stopping high on his thighs beneath bare skin. His regular tunic had vanished, replaced by a short babydoll style top of petal-shaped plates leading down just past his crotch where they stopped with merely a metal cup covering his genitals, leaving a chunk of his thighs bare and exposed. On either side of his hip, decorative wings puffed out, matching with the dramatic shape of shoulder pieces and gloves with sweeping designs. At the center of his chest, a four- petal flower had been designed into the metal and painted with a pop of violet. The other guards started to change as well, matching the first with only slight variations.

The second-in-command, however, changed differently. His metal plated armor melted away, starting to changed into a short, skirted dress made of chain mail and swirled into circular shaped resembled flowers. The hem of the mail only reached his thighs were bare skin peeked out before tall, tight stockings led down his legs to his feet where dainty shoes matched to the same girly shape as Argol's.

In front of them all, Argol's simple outfit began to shift as well. Slowly, they watched as his pants tightened and thinned in mere tights beneath his tunic. The edges of the long shirt started to flake and curl, as if flames licked them, before lace formed at the hem. The changes stretched the tunic down, slitting it partway up the center to show the upper thigh before it reached his waist where it tightened with two matching belts. The undershirt beneath the main, maroon colored top softened. The shoulders pulled up slightly, puffing just off his shoulders as Argol flared his arms out to the side in a girlish pose, palms up and fingers splayed out. But the changes didn't stop there.

After a short beat, the tunic started to shortened, pleats appeared through the fabric and a lace underlay extended out over his tights while the shade brightened. The thin leg wear paled into a pale rosy shade while on of the accent belts faded off, leading instead only one at his slender waist and a ribbon beneath his chest, tied with a bow where breasts would be on a female. The neckline shifted up, flaring out with a doily-like collar with lacy, feminine edges and a limp red bow. His shoulders still held their minimal puff, but sleeves extended out in a soft rosy shade ending with flared cuffs. He shifted in the new outfit, feeling the skirt flutter against his thighs with every move. The lace of the skirt tickled pleasantly at his thighs through the thin tights. Beneath the dress, the tight hold of the tights cupped his crotch, making him throb. Dragging his eyes over the other men, seeing them with their heeled boots clicking on the floor and skirts swishing with every impatient step from side to side, he felt a zing of excitement. His strong men, usually dressed in drab, dirty clothing that simply did its job of covering them, now wore impeccable, girly versions of armour. Their muscles strained against puffed sleeves and bulging calves peeked out beneath their skirts. The sight of them as changed men excited him.

With his excitement throbbing his his groin, he nearly missed his changes continuing. The skirt had raised a tad higher and flared out in a ruffled circle around his thighs. The underlay of lay had thickened, giving the skirt volume like that of a gown, and not of a tunic. The midsection tightened, and the belt disappeared completely. Instead, an additional ribbon tied around his midsection over a corset-like bodice in pale pink. The tight beneath his gown brightened again into a bright shade of bubblegum pink, matching to the girl colouring of the rest of the dress. Argol looked down at himself, giving a slow twirl in a circle so the skirt lifted off his thighs and glided through the air before settling back down with a gentle rustle. Against the hardwood floor, Argol watched the heel of his shoes stretch slightly to just a tad higher, lifting his butt more and forcing his walk to sway his hips with feminine balance.

The men all hesitated, looking down at themselves to silently compare their own outfits to Argol dramatic shift before the heard a noise from outside and all dropped into a ready stance. Argol's skirt fluttered at his thighs as he rushed outside, sword drawn. Outside, Argol dashed across the grounds of the manor, searching for the source of the noise only to find a cart near the back edge of the property with a wheel stuck in the mud.

Standing beside the cart, a young woman stood at the edge of the hole of muck. She wore a satin gown in a pale pink shade. The bodice hugged tight to the lithe, subtly muscular frame of the young woman with lacing running down her back. The neckline dipped down just to the tops of her breasts, but with a high collar around the back of her neck. Puffed sleeves decorated her shoulders and led to long tapered sleeves to her wrists. The skirt of the gown expanded out from the tight bodice, creating a wide circle around the woman of heavy skirts with an extra piece accenting her bum. The edges of the dress were stained with muck from the road and water crawled up the rich fabric. With one hand, she primly held up the skirt just enough to show one matching rose-colored heel with the satin scuffed and stained to a mucky brown color. Yet, the girl's chin tucked up high with a proud expression holding her lips in a prim smile.

"It seems I've gotten a bit stuck, good sir. I must return to the farmhouse before supper time as I've got to muck out the pig pen yet today before sun set. Would you so kindly help me extract my wagon?" Her voice held notes of polite self- control, as though every word had been hand selected to leave her perfectly pouted, pink lips.

Argol bowed slightly to the farmer girl, giving a nod before he stepped up to the wagon. His men followed in behind, skirts fluttering as they all dug their own heels down into the wet muck of the unpaved road. Holding the edge of the wagon, they heaved together, grunting with exertion before the wheel popped free.

The farm girl looked at all the men before she gave a deep curtsy, "My deepest thanks to you, fine men." Then, she modestly hiked up her skirt and stepped back up into the driver's seat of the wagon. Her skirt dwarfed the small driver's seat, hanging down and tickling the backs of the donkeys that pulled her. Sitting up high in her seat with her back straight, the farmer girl have a gentle tug of the reigns, "Lets go!"

Having assisted the young woman as any honorable soldiers would, the men retreated back towards the manor once again. Argol scanned the property once more before he jerked one gloved hand towards the main road, "I think our job here is done! Let's return to the castle in time for a hot meal before we all celebrate with a trip to the brothel!" The men cheered raucously, jumping up and clicking their mucky heels before turning to head into town. Argol leapt in front of the group with a circular swing of his arms at his sides and his heels kicking up behind him. He eagerly started to jog forward, body bouncing in a slow, yet energetic run that swung his arms with every kick of his feet. With each step, his hair bounced against his forehead as his heels clicked on the cobblestone. Behind, his men followed, skipping with their knees bouncing up in the air and sending their skirts fluttering into the air.

As they moved through town, an assortment of the most disciplined, well-respected warriors in the kingdom led by their own prince skipping and humming sweetly amongst themselves, people stopped with curiosity kinking their brows up into curious arches until the men grew closer and the curse extended to them. Street by street, ripped jeans transformed into silk slacks with shined shoes and ruffled shirts and raggedy flannel became floor length gowns of heavy velvet dragging through the muck as farmers, butchers, and custodians changed into the garb of nobility and royalty. When greeted, the men slowed to a stop and all swung their hands up in cutsy waves as their legs spread into wide, bow-legged stances. The closer they neared to the castle, the quicker the changes spread, reaching the hub of the kingdom and spreading out to its very edges...

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Meanwhile, back at the castle, Argol's sister had too been touched by the curse from the moment it began to expand out over Argol himself with the discovery of the shoes. The chaos demon touched the girl, feeling the fey magic affecting her, cursing her to only walk in high heels. The fey magic altered her ability to feel the curse, and thus, she threatened the stability of the oncoming chaos. The chaos demon noticed her immediately as he felt his curse seeping out from its center point at the manor, and he set to have her altered further to avoid any mishaps.

While her brother slipped his toes into the shoes and released the demon's reign onto their kingdom, Malena felt it. She perched up from the idly reading she did in the window seat of her bedroom and jumped up to her feet with a click of her heel on the smooth, tiled floor. She paused a moment, distracted by the pleasant sound, and looked down to admired her dainty, pink satin heels adorned with bows on their toes with pristine, glittering rubies set in the center of the bow. With a shake of her head and a silent reminder to herself to stay focused, she pivoted to look down into the royal garden.

Down below, she saw a gathering of nobles and royals alike around one of the crystal glass tables for an afternoon tea. She watched with widening eyes as the massive plumes of their skirts started to shrink before her very eyes, tightening up to the woman's hips. The thick fabrics started to thin and the soft, velvet or satin of their dresses faded into faux leather, denim, and cheap, clinging polyester. The first woman, standing up to offer tea to the others with a porcelain tea pot held primly with her fingertips, started to shed fabric off into nothing as her skirt tightened into a slinging miniskirt that rode high enough when she bent over to pour the steaming brew into cups that the bottom of her bare ass cheeks poked out from beneath the hem. Her top tightened into a clinging tube top with a chest that dove into a cowl neck to show her cleavage decorated with a splash of hot pink lace from the flashy top. Her shoes, before low heels just enough to lift the hem of her skirt of the ground, began to stretch up. The heel expanded several more inches as the subtle strap that held each shoe sturdily onto her ankle began to swirl up her leg several times, criss-crossing and crawling up to nearly her thigh in a strappy stripper heel.

"Oh my..." Malena gasped, watching the other woman take on similar changes. Nude tights changed into fish net stockings, heels grew six more inches, and gowns disappeared to be replaced with miniskirts, tube tops, slinky metallic party dresses, and bandeau tops that barely contained busts and butts in woven fabric. Sitting at the edges of their seat, balancing teacups on top of their matching plates, the nobles transformed into sluts, yet they didn't even blink. When a second woman stood up to offer miniature sandwiches to the others and her nipple poked out of her fishnet dress, they merely smiled and all nodded thanks for the snack!

"What is happening?" Malena asked herself, looking frantically around the yard to see another gaggle of younger princesses, their tiny kitten heels forming into sky high platforms as their dresses went skin tight.

"I've got to stop this!" The princess whirled towards the door, stomping forward expertly on her appropriate, proper heels to the door of her bedchambers. Leaning into the hall, she called for a guard. Her voice rang through the hallway, summoning the guard just as outside, Argol entered the castle grounds.

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Stepping past the castle gates, the men strolled through the garden, nodding to the prim, proper woman dressed in slashed dressed that showed every inch of their breasts up to the nipple while their attendants and waiters strutted around them in floor- length ball gowns and high- waisted petticoats. Argol skipped in front of his men, humming in time with the soft click of his heels on the stone. His men behind him too had a bit of a hop in their step, enjoying the cloud-like comfort of their new footwear with every step. Spotting the chattering women, one of the guards broke out from the group, strolling over with his chainmail dress clicking to his thighs lightly. At the table, he set a hand down on a woman's shoulder, greeting her with a warm smile.

"Ah! Reginold!" She greeted with a broad smile as she stood up to properly curtsy to the respected guard who'd been courting her for months. As she bent her knees into the familiar act, her mini dress rode up partway onto her ass. The dress seemed wet with a sleek black look that hugged to the girl's subtle curves. Her breasts strained to the tiny cups for her breasts, held merely by a string up past her neck and bulging apart where the neckline down down to her belly button, again held by a tiny string. High on her thighs, another cut out showed off her rosy skin through criss-crossed stings. When she moved, a stack of cheap bangle bracelets clinked together on her wrist and the faux leather of her knee high, seven-inch heeled boots squeaked when they rubbed up to the opposite leg. "How did you task go?"

The guard smoothed his hands down the front of his own dress, fidgeting so his little heels clicked onto the ground with the lovely clack he'd grown accustomed to hearing as they marched back to the castle. "Well enough. We didn't find anything out of the ordinary! Do you think we can go for a stroll together after dinner?"

The girl hesitated, looking back at the other woman at the table who all looked at her with wide, expectant eyes. Looking back to him as her nipples poked into the thin, cheap fabric of her slutty dress, she raised her chin. "If you can find my maid and ask her to accompany us, then yes, we may walk together."

He nodded with respect and left her to her tea, wandering off to find her maid.

The other guards headed upstairs, discarding their armour to step into simple, cotton dresses they found draped over the backs of chairs in their room in place of slacks and tunics. While in a range of soft pastel fabrics, the dresses all flared out at their thighs, leaving their legs bare down to their ruffled socks and petite Mary Jane heels, like the pair Argol found at the manor earlier that day, while the collars of the dresses stretched up high with ruffles and lace framing around their necks.

Argol himself headed into his closet to find it filled with frilly skirts, tunics that were skirted and had lace underlays peeking out from the folds of the short shirts. For every top, a pair of matching heels sat on the floor beneath, shoes in pale red and vibrant blue, with black buckles and clasps shaped like sunbursts. Besides Mary Janes like what he wore, short-heeled pumps and satin ballet flats lined the lowest shelf of the closet. Dresses in pink with massive puffed shoulders hung over pink heels, decorated with bows on the toes, rich burgundy gowns hovered over simple Mary Janes with matching hues and modest tights, and ruffled, layered skirts with cuffed sleeves and violet bows matched ballet shoes with ribbons to wind up Argol's leg.

Standing in front of all the options ranging from one color to the next, Argol felt a zing of delight, reaching down into his crotch to send a shiver of excitement down his spine. Hanging in the center of his closet, set out for him by his maid was a black dress. The shoulders had big puffed fabric, tightening back around the arm with a ruffle of lace with black ribbon woven into it. Lacing went down the back to hold the ruffled bodice tight while the skirt flared out with a ruffled hemline, letting the lace underlay peek out from beneath. The second layer of fabric beneath the skirt puffed it out, giving it more volume to fill out the space around Argol's thighs. Hooked on the dress's hanger was a ruffled, lacy garter decorated with dainty studs in the shape of crosses.

As he stared at the gown, mouth dropped open slightly and speechless, the door to his bed chamber's swung open in front of his maid. In one arm, she carried a basket filled with various cleaning supplies while the other balanced a tray with an afternoon snack and a bottle filled with a light wine beside a tall, matching glass. Instead of her former uniform, she wore instead a tight fitting leotard in a sleek, black fabric. Ribbing on the sides of her stomach highlighted the taut expanse while cups pushed her breasts up to perfectly curved mound. The crotch cut high on her thighs and pulled up against her lower lips, giving her a hint of camel toe with the tiny outfit. Atop her loosely curled hair, she wore a pair of silk bunny ears in the same black shade. A neatly ironed collar fit around her neck while matching cuffs were on her wrists. With every step, her long legs tensed and showed the subtle muscles beneath her skin while her butt peeked out of a cheeky back and a puffed bunny tail poked off from her behind.

Hurrying to the bathroom to prepare a bath for him, her hips swayed side to side, working the crotch of the leotard high up between her legs, till it rubbed between her lower lips adding to the glistening droplets of her juices clinging to her thighs. As she bent to fill his tub, her ass peeked out from the skimpy outfit, drawing Argol's stare. Staring at the wide shape of her ass and the outline of her pussy just beneath the thin fabric, Argol's eyes slowly dipped down, to her shoes instead. The tall heels, wobbling gently on the tile sent a zing of excitement down his spine. Classic, black pumps held the girl off the ground, but with her hurried constant work, she wobbled on the tall, pointed heels. To keep her balance, she spread her legs into a wide stance whenever she bent over, further thrusting her butt up in the air. Argol shuffled closer, tipping his head to the side, and watched her work.

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Malena froze at the edge of her room. Distantly, she heard a guard rushing up the stairs towards her with the clicking of heels on the wooden floor. At the bottom of her vision, something grabbed her attention. Her favorite, dainty heels had started to glimmer. The bow at their tip started to unravel, strings appearing to be pulling out of the pristine ribbon, destroying it in front of her eyes and the ruby melted, bleeding down over the previously- flawless surface of the shoes. Then, the heel started to grow. A thick platform started to form beneath the tip as the full covering peeled back, leaving straps criss-crossing over the top of her foot and up her ankles, leaving her feet to balance on top of the sky high, stripper heels.

"No, no, no!" She shouted, mouth agape at the sight of her favorite, innocent heels corrupted into those of a street walker. With a jerk of her wrist, she undid the clasp and threw them to the floor and leapt to her feet only to fall to the floor with a slam.

Whimpering, she grumbled at the curse put on her, allowing her only to walk in heels, which were now tainted with the chaos demon's newest addition to her ailments. Slowly, with a grimace, she pulled the heels back to her and now voluntarily had to slide her toes down into the arched base. The soft satin of her favorite shoes was gone and replaced with the faux leather of the cheap heels that grabbed at her skin as her petite feet slid in. Once the shoe clasped onto her feet, she was able to straightened herself from the floor, once again calling for the guard.

However, with Argol now in the castle, the chaos demon was on her turf. His curse was at its midpoint in the castle, offering no escape for the knowledgeable princess. Her consciousness started to flicker. Spastic thoughts of lust flashed into her mind, fading images of her knees pushed down into the carpet broke into the forefront of her mind only to fade out and return again moments later. Her throat burned. Sudden thirst gripped her throat, but not thirst for water. Malena thirsted for cum, messy, sloppy globs of white jizz.

Shaking her head, she refocused as her head poked out from her bedroom again to see the guard making his way from the far end of the hall. "Thank goodness!" She cried thankfully, "I need you!"

With a rush of relief, Malena let her guard down only to have the curse seep into her mind. Her willpower faltered as the images of herself flooded back into her mind. She saw her mouth stretched out over the thick girth of a cock, though no face was attached to the body. The face didn't matter, just the cock. She imagined her knees red with carpet burn, shoved onto the ground, dirt pressed into her skin. A hand raked down her thighs, feeling the soft fabric of her dress seeming to tear beneath her lustful touch. The gown melted apart at its center, revealing the girl's stomach as the skirt tore off from expanding hips. Her thighs widen while her waist stayed the same dainty size. Thick ass cheeks rounded out the back of the dress before it bled off completely, showing her innocent, white panties as they morphed into a tiny, crotchless g-string.

She wobbled on her heels, and her hand raced back up towards her head, clawing at her hair. Fingers worked against her temples, trying to focus and drive out the curse, but it had taken over. Her breasts started to inflate and push up to the constraining bodice of her dress. With her breasts, her lips swelled. Her hair started to blanch, the pink shade fading into a bright, bleached blonde as her dress ripped from her broad hips completely, flashing her bare, juicy ass backwards before a miniskirt melted onto her skin, forming tight over the new swell of her ass, though the strings of her thong still jutted out from the top.

Her chest broke through the dress next, popping the fabric away as her breasts began to form inside a new, bubblegum pink tube top with the name, "Princess" scrawled over his massive- and- expanding tits. Her lips deepened into a bright shade of pink while her hair flared up, thick and lush atop her head and down her back to brush the top of her plump ass. Her heels grew again, making her teeter before she tripped blindly to the ground, mashing her balloon- sized breasts into the rug while a hand rubbed to her forehead, desperately trying to clear the fog that gripped her mind.

Alas, as the guard rounded the corner to answer her calls for help, it was too late. Malena reached up from the ground with her skirt already riding up to show the bottom of her plump asscheeks and her nipples poking out into the thin fabric of her slutty top, "Oh! Thank goodness you're here!" She crooned, licking over her lips as her fingers crawled up the guard's bare leg, ducking beneath the skirt he wore. "I need you... so badly..."

Ducking her head beneath the guard's skirt without pause, Malena's lips circled around his cock head. With a sigh of relieved pleasure, her tongue rubbed over the sensitive underside of his cock. Wet, sloppy slurps worked at the tip of his shaft before the guard lifted his skirt to look at her, confusion swirling through his features. "Princess Malena, I'm sure this isn't the predicament I was needed for."

"Predica-what?" She mumbled, easing her lips back off his cock while her tongue teased up against the tip. "Mal needs help from the tough guard-man. Mal, like, need cum. Yummy, yummy cum..." She giggled dumbly before her lips sunk back over his cock, suckling on the first chunk of his length earnestly. Sloppy, lewd sounds echoed up into the air as her head bobbed over his length, forcing her lips down to touch the base of the veined dick before she jerked back up to his tip, circling her tongue around his flared head.

"Mmph... Nugh..." She slurped, mumbling happily around every inch as the guard stared down at her, watching her head work over his length beneath his skirt while her ass jutted out out behind her. Her skimpy skirt pulled up higher, showing the curve of her plump ass behind her. Her fingers grabbed for his balls, massaging the heavy orbs desperately in attempt to earn the explosion of cum she wanted.

Her lips tightened around him, slurping louder as she felt precum dribble onto her tongue. Her mouth suckled unrelentingly over his shaft, surrounding him in hot, wet suction that worked over the sensitive flesh.

The guard gasped, feeling her lips kissing to the base of his cock while her throat swallowed around his cock, constricting and hugging out every inch like a vice. He grunted, grabbing a fistful of her bleached blonde hair and held her against his crotch, feeling her throat contract tighter around him. Her lips sucked harder, milking him for his cum until, finally, he gave her just what she wanted.

The first hard spurt of cum shot down the princess's throat, forcing her to swallow loudly to get the sticky glob to continue down her throat before she took the next rope to the roof of her mouth, feeling it ooze back against her tongue as her mouth filled with gooey, white jizz.

As he finished, she pulled off him slowly, suckling the last drops out of his shaft before she released him from her lips with a soft pop. Her tongue slurped over his head once more, searching for any last bit of cum before she looked up to his dazed, tired expression with one of brief contentedness. "Mmm... yummy, yummy..." She giggled before wobbling to her feet on her tall, pointy heels.

With the guard drained, Malena brushed passed him before she headed out into the hall. Her balance wavered slightly before she continued down to the stairs, licking at her lips and cleaning the remaining drops of cum off hungerly. Downstairs, she continued towards the main hall while her fingers rubbed up to the camel toe between her thighs. Glistening droplets of her juices leaked onto her thighs, clinging to her skin and the edges of her tight skirt which still rode high on her butt, but she didn't seem to notice.

Turning into the main hall, Malena's eyes scanned over the room as her fingers cupped beneath one breast, massaging it lustfully as she searched for another man. She spotted another guard, idling beside a group of nobles. The guard wore skirted plates of armor, each shaped like a petal that started at his waist and extended down to mid-thigh, but flared out like an upside down tulip. The nobles wore an assortment of fishnet dresses paired with thigh high leather booties and booty shorts paired with nipple stickers. Seeing the male, Malena strutted towards him, breasts bouncing within her slutty top with every step she took, clicking her way there. In front of him, she sunk down to her knees, sliding her hand up his thigh to find he wore a protective cup beneath the skirt, hiding his cock behind a thin metal plating. "W-what?" She whimpered, peering up at him as her mouth stretched open to show her pink tongue. A finger pointed at her plump lips, "Me want cum! You give?"

The nobles all froze their conversation, looking down to their princess on her knees in front of the startled guard. The woman nearest, who wore a see-through gown of fishnet that hugged to voluptuous curves and stretched over top of a bubble butt, gasped audibly and covered her mouth primly. "Oh. My. Malena?"

The princess's eyes swiveled to the girl, pointing again to her mouth. "Mal' want cum!" Her eyes drooped into sad, puppy-dog eyes as her tongue flicked out slightly, offering it out to receive what she asked for.

"Oh my goodness! She's-she's a slut!" The woman blurted dramatically, with the true flair of any prude, gossip- prone woman. The guard shuffled back awkwardly, looking down at the girl with a conflicted look. The princess's greedy fingers tugged at the protective cup with a whimper as her finger jabbed towards her open mouth again.

"Princess! Control yourself!" Another noble gasped, watching with wide eyes as she fidgeted in her skimpy body suit, showing slices of her breasts and a glimpse of her shaven mound beneath her dress. Malena barely blinked at the use of her title, not recognizing it as she dragged her tongue up the guard's thigh and breathed his musky scent in deeply.

"What a ditz! It's like she doesn't understand!"

"She doesn't! She obviously is too focused on obtaining that man's s-seed!"

As if proving the woman's point, the blonde-haired princess jabbed her finger into the man's thigh impatiently, whimpering up at him like a dog. "Give Mal cum?" Her bottom lip stuck out in a pout while she groped at one of her own heavy breasts, seeming to understand that offering herself in exchange for what she wanted was a do-able action. "Yummy?" Her finger pointed to her pout while she pressed her breasts to his leg, mashing the inflated tits up to his skin till they nearly popped out of her skimpy tube top.

"Malena! We are trying to hold a conversation here!" The first woman barked, finding the girl's antics to be distracting. When the princess ignored her, a snarl curled the noble's lips. "Are you dumb? She's turned into a airhead!"

The guard swallowed, feeling the girl's fingers starting to find how to shift the cup of with the stap at his waist. Her lips hovering near his crotch constantly begging to be stuffed started to torture him, making him swell inside the constraining armor.

"Are you really so moronic?!"

Malena's head popped out from between the male's thighs too look up at the girl. "M-more cum?" She giggled, pointing her finger to the corner of her mouth. Her head tipped to the side goofily with a dumb stare.

"You're a dimwit! No lady would make a show of herself like this!" From across the hall, maids hesitated with their buckets in-hand while their puffed bunny tails twitched with the little squirms of their butts. Other nobles shifted closer to see the commotion, staring at the now blonde princess with shy stares.

"Look around, Malena! Everyone's looking at you! Their judging you for being a doltish cum-sucker!"

Malena's face lit up as she giggled with sudden delight, "Cum!" One hand dove between her legs, rubbing the dribbling mess of her crotch feverishly before she looked back up to the guard with a question gaze, "Cum?"

The nobles all laughed, openly pointing to their former princess while they primly balanced on their own pairs of stripper heels. The guard her attention landed on started to undo his armour, letting the cup drop off and releasing his cock beneath his skirt. Instantly noticing the offered cock, Malena dove beneath the skirt of the armour plates. Her tongue traced up his thigh before her lips circled around his tip, suckling like a starving kitten finally finding a teat to drink from. Wet, lewd noises leaked out from under the guard's clothes into the now silent air of the ballroom.

After a minute though, gasps and snickers started to break through the silence.

"She's isn't!"

"She is!"

"Oh my!"

"What a slut!"

"Gosh, is that Malena?"

"Yes! The princess has turned into a lowly whore!"

Malena didn't paused at the audience's comments. Her lips continued to pump down over the guard's cock surrounding him with the gentle, but needy suction of her hot, wet mouth. Her fingers groped around his balls, trying to work out the cum she wanted sooner, faster. Sloppy, wanton slurping noises left the girl's lips as she ignorantly worked over the stranger's shaft.

"Mmph... Nnn... Mm.." She grumbled while her tongue coiled around his tip, teasing at the sensitive cock head while one hand held onto the heavy orbs of his balls and the other pumped down over his length. Her head hid entirely beneath the skirt of the guard's dress, bumping her head into the metal plates while her ass jutted out behind her, wriggling and exposing more and more skin with every passing second.

The noble closest to Malena's uninhibited display of cumlust leaned towards the woman beside her with one hand covering her lips secretly before she scoffed, "This is unheard of!"

The woman nodded with her, adjusting her balloon-sized breasts inside her own metallic tube top while she teetered on her strappy heels,"I know! I feel so dirty!"

The guard grunted, lips tightening with a slow inhale through his teeth while a hand cupped the girl's head, pulling her deeper onto his shaft till his tip dipped down her throat, feeling her swallow around the sensitive tip. The man's cheek colored, embarrassed to have eyes locked on him from around the room, but none of their judgement condemned him. In fact, the women barely noticed him; their eyes were locked onto the shape of Malena's head bobbing beneath his skirt while her salacious noises filled the air in the otherwise hushed room.

When the guard finally neared his end, Malena's speed nearly doubled. She sucked down his cock hungerly, slurping and gagging around his length until her eager, caressing fingers felt his balls pull up against his body. "Nnngh!" She whined, suckling harder on his cock until the guard grunted and the first spurt of cum escaped, splattering the back of her throat. A thick glob dripped into her throat, sliding slowly down her throat before she swallowed with a gulp.

Sheepishly, the guard pulled back from her and scurried back out of the room to escape the staring gazes on them, leaving Malena behind. Without the guard's skirt hiding her, Malena's full, messy blonde hair framed around her face where her plump lips oozed with drops of leaking cum. From the corners of her lips, droplets squirted out from her mouth only to drip down her chin and onto the rounded tops of her massive, pert breasts.

"Oh my gosh! I've never felt so grossed out in my life!" Someone gasped, spinning on her stiletto heel and hurrying towards the door.

"Whore!" Someone cried, grabbing Malena's attention though the princess dumbly heard instead, "more."

"More!? More! Yummy, yummy!" Malena clapped her hands together, giggling delightedly before she stumbled back up to her feet and wobbled off in search of another male, chattering to herself as she went. "Mal want, like, cum! Yummy, yummy cummy! Hehe!"

Once the princess left, the royalty gathered clumped back together, gossiping madly about the slutty princess while they all rocked on sky high, strappy stripper heels and flashed skin out of skimpy outfits. From the nobles to the maids, the rumors about the princess spread out from the castle, making it into the working class...

******

"Did you hear about the princess? They say she's become a slut bag or something now! That she fucked someone raw right in the dining room!" The laundry girl threw her arms onto the rickety wooden table of the small, local working man's pub where many of the commoners gathered once they escaped from work to find friends and relaxation. Tonight, the place buzzed with information about the princess's corruption.

"I heard she took him up the ass!"

"The stinker? No!"

"That's not true! She just blew him!"

"Right there in the open?!"

"Yes!!"

All around the small table, thick skirts pushed up to one another. The laundry girl wore a pink gown, covered in glittery overlay. The bodice clutched tight to her, streaked with soap powder and splotched with water not yet dried out of the ribbed fabric that held her breasts up primly. Through the fragile layers of the skirt, rips and tears decorated the fabric; one massive cut showed her heels beneath, wet and discolored from stain removing bleach. The woman beside her, a bakery worker, wore a long-sleeved gown with tapered sleeves that reached to her middle finger with a high collar and a laced bodice. Flour coated the fabric with a thin layer of the ingredient, spotted with globs of dough that clung beneath her manicured fingernails. Whenever she shifted, flour fluttered out of her thick skirt and settled onto her petite pumps with a smear of butter staining the satin. On the opposite side of the table, the farmer's wife leaned forward on her elbows. Dramatic pleats ran down her deep green gown, though beneath the layer of mud through the ruffled bottom, the color was nearly hidden. The bottom inch bled with mud upwards, soaking up into the rest of the skirt. Her own heels had snapped, looking like lopsided flats instead while she leaned into the juicy, local gossip.

"I can't even believe this! Do you think any of its really true? Maybe someone just made it up to cause drama." The farmer's wife scratched through her sloppy ponytail, making the glittering tiara tip on her head to a sideways tilt.

"No, no! I know its true! I was there picking up the royals load of laundry for the day- I got the news straight from one of the maids!" The youngest of the three women informed them, waving her hand to have glitter fall off from her dainty, but dirtied gloves.

"This is so crazy, something strange must be going on around here..." The woman all laughed, dismissing the gossip to move to their daily complaints, sharing their stories from each line of hard work, easing into a night of casual drinking before they headed back home to sleep before they did it all again.

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While his sister made a scene in the main hall, Argol finished his bath upstairs. Stepping into the plush towel left out for him, the prince skipped back into the bedroom to the dress laid out for him. He started by plucking up the dainty garter, a thin strip of studded fabric, each stud a small cross shape in a sparkling silver. On either side of the main strip, a thick ribbon of lace built up the most of the garment. He perched at the edge of the bed, leaning back while his toe stretched out to a point to slip into the hole of the feminine garter. The fabric gently caressed up his legs, tickling his flesh with the soft lace before it stretched out around his thigh and stopped high on his leg.

Humming to himself, Argol selected his lacy, ruffled socks up from the bed sheet. Gently, his toes pressed down into the soft cotton of the footwear, sliding down into the snug, snow-white socks. The tight elastic snapped into place around his ankles, holding the ruffles above where the strap of his shoes would circle his foot. Stepping down into the glossy Mary Janes, Argol felt a shiver run down his spine from the gentle padding of their soles beneath the arch of his foot as a cushion to support his toes while his heel tipped up with the angle of the shoe, adding three inches to his height and lifting his ass into the air. Next, he guided the dress up onto his hips. His fingers wriggled through the puffed sleeves and the tight, ruffled cuff high on his bicep. The frilly, white collar of the dress tickled his throat as he felt the tight lacing stretch across his back, holding the bodice tight to his flat chest.

The skirt fluttered down against his thighs, grazing to his flesh before he stood up with a small twirl to make the skirt spin out, showing the lace underlay before he halted and grabbed up the matching, white gloves from the bed sheet and skipped towards the door. Out in the hall, Argol trotted down to the guards' quarters, ramming on the doors of the many dorms.

"Men!" He twirled at the end of the hall, standing the line of doors on either side of where he stood bow legged with his eyes scanning the line of doors in front of him. "Important mission! Our presence is needed straight away!"

The men started to file out of their rooms in various types of dress. Some still wore their armor with skirts of plated metal shaped like petals blooming from their wastes whereas others wore their casual dress, now short dressed that hit the top of their thighs and flared out to show their bare legs. However, every single guard that stepped into the hall at Argol call wore girly shoes: pumps, Mary Janes, and booties alike covered the men's feet.

"What is it, Argol sire?"

"We must hurry! We're needed! Well, at least, our dicks are! At The Salon!" His face broke into a broad smile, putting a twinkle of excited mischief into his eyes as a cheer broke out through the hall of men.

"The cat house!"

"Whores for everyone!"

"Prostitutes on the prince!"

A collective cheer left the men while their arms flew above their heads in excited fist pumps. Together, they streamed down the long hallway in a chorus of clicking and clacking of their heels on the smooth tile. Argol pranced behind them, kicking up his heels while his hips swung side to side. Seeing all the men, strong and buff, with their feet in petite, dainty heels sent chills down his spine. He felt his cock throb beneath the lace of his skirt, straining up against his undergarments. They weaved through the castle and out onto the cobblestone with Bay, the Brawler, leading the way. He skipped with every step, kicking up a massive, meaty leg from beneath the layered, pink skirt. Thick muscles bulged out of the bottom of the pleated skirt and out against the thin, straining fabric of thin stockings. Inside the dainty dress, the powerful monster hunter looked even more bulky with his muscles constrained inside the tight bodice, his biceps surrounded by the frilled cuff, and his massive fingers inside the short snow-white globes that matched the dress.

Argol swung his leg a bit higher, skipping so that the skirt of the dress fluttered up to flash a glimpse of his cutesy garter belt that hugged around his upper thigh. He watched the men in front of his, all skipping down the street while humming to themselves between lewd commentary.

"I want a big, juicy ass!" A guard announced as he brushed the bow tied in his hair out of his forehead.

"Ass?! I want tits! Big, Double Ds! Tits!" A heeled boot popped up into the air in an enthusiastic kick that sent the thick, ruffled floor-length gown fluttering up into the air before it settled back onto the dust of the road with a soft rustle.

Pouring into the city's brothel, the men all hesitated at the new organization inside. As they entered, a primly dressed blonde stepped forward. Low heels lifted the woman a full inch off the ground while her tight, mid-calf pencil skirt hugged her hips subtly. "Hello!" She chirped in a near, business-like tone, "Welcome to The Salon! We offer a range of services here from hand jobs up to orgies! You can view the range of available consorts in this main room and discuss the details with them! If I can help with anything else, just let me know!" She winked playfully and turned, slowly walking back further in the room to allow the large crowd into the room.

Turning to view the room, the men examined the range of woman. Busty, petite woman wore sweater dresses over leggings with simple, ballet flats while chubbier woman with full, rounded asses wore collared blouses over simple skirts with petite heels. Argol smirked proudly, strutting up to a lithe girl with perky, bouncing breasts inside her neatly buttoned top that tucked into form-fitting pencil skirt over thin, black tights that led to her prim, simple pumps. "Hello there!" She greeted, running a finger down his arm in greeting, gently tucking beneath the puffed sleeve of his skirt. "What are you..." She trailed off as she slowly undid the top button of her throat-high top, "...Looking for tonight?"

Argol grinned down at her, eyeing the sleek surface of her black heels, matching to her skirt while the emerald green of her top gave her outfit a subtle pop of color. "What are your limits?"

She winked, pouting out her bottom lip as she pressed her chest up to his arm, breasts hidden inside her neat, business top. "For the prince, nothing is too much." One hand toyed with the skirt of his dress, rustling it around his thighs and tickling against the thin fabric of his undergarments beneath where his cock strained to the fabric, already rock hard from watching all the guards walk to the brothel in the first place.

"Well, then make my night." He challenged with a smile as she hooked a finger against the fabric of his dress and started to lead him back down the hall passed other doors, all marked with neat plaques with each employee's name. She led him back to her own door, marked Sharleen, before the door shut behind him with a click.

Inside the room, Argol's eyes flicked over a lust wall covering in a deep red. In the center of the room, a large bed dominated the space though a small filing cabinet rested a few feet off with considerable girth to its own name. Leading him in, Sharleen's fingers stroked along the high, frilled collar of Argol's dress, cooing about it. "You look so cute in this. It's so feminine and dainty!" Her lips dipped into his neck, tucking just behind the collar of his dress to kiss at the smooth skin there. "In my opinion, only a real man will wear lace, its so daunting." She crooned softly against his ear before pulling back to look down at his shiny Mary Janes, matching black to her own.

Giggling, she leaned back onto the bed and lifted up her own short heels. "Look! We match!" She smiled flirtatiously, drawing her covered toes up his leg so the smooth tip of the shoe tickled at his thigh before dipping under his skirt. Feeling her shoe nudge to his undergarments, Argol gasped softly and shuffled closer to the touch.

"You like that?" She questioned in a soft, husky voice. "You like the feel of my shoes against your cock? Do you like the look of them? So smooth..." Her gaze dropped down to his own shoes with the same smooth surface, "Just like your own dainty heels! They're so cute! I watched you skip up the road here, and I just hoped to myself that you'd pick me!"

Her foot continued to rub her shoe over the growing bulge in his underpants while her other shoe nudged to his hand, letting him hold the pump. His fingers idly stroked over the flawless surface of the shoe, fingering around the stubby, short heel while his other hand pushed his underwear down to his knees, revealing his throbbing cock to the bare touch of her sleek shoes, the shiny surface caressing the sensitive flesh of his cock head. She teased her covered toes up to the underside of his cock, lifting his shaft as her foot stroked down his entire length. Gently, she nudged to his balls, feeling the full orbs hanging between his legs waiting to unleash their load.

With a cheerful coo, she rubbed the sole of her shoe to his cock, stroking down his length with practices motions of her foot while Argol slide her other show gently off her foot. With the shoe empty, he guided the prim heel to his crotch, sliding the tip of his cock down against the inner padding of the shoe. The soft, warm insides caressed his length, giving him the texture of the inside of the shoe at the same time as the outside of the shoe.

"You like that, prince?" Sharleen purred, speeding up her stroking feet as Argol bucked into the toes of the other heel, teasing the hypersensitive head of his cock into the heated insides of the shoe.

"A-ah!" Argol gasped, feeling his balls tensed and pull up towards his body as he stared down at his cock cradled between the pair of sleek heels. The stubby heels jutted out from his cock while the smooth, soft surfaces of the shoe rubbed to his cock, sending shudders down his spine. He flushed at he felt a spurt of precum shot into the shoe, splattering onto the smooth insides before he dropped the heel he held and let Sharleen finish him off with the shoe she still wore with quick, eager strokes down his length until his tip spat out the first spray of cum, starting to unload his balls onto the shiny black of her short pumps.

Rope after rope of cum shot over her shoes, splattering over their surface and her feet inside. On the black finish, the globes of cum stood out plainly, showing how he stained the prim, proper footwear with his jizz. Sharleen slowly dropped her foot as he finished, standing up in the messy shoe while she slide her foot into the puddle of precum in the opposite heel. A soft squelch released as her arch settled down against the shoe, feeling the wet mess of cum beneath her sole.

Argol, flushing pink still, splayed his hands out cutely to his sides as he gave a little shake to clear the fog that hung over him after his orgasm. Sharleen giggled at the display, stroking a hand down his cheek as her heels nudged against his own. "You are such a cute, girly man, Argol. A true man, if you ask me." Her fingers cupped around his cock, winking as she guided him onto the bed to continue their night.

When he finally stumbled out from the private hall tucked back in the brothel, Argol watched in various stages of their visit. Some guards just settled on one particular girl, leaning into her high collar to murmur into her ear what he wanted, what he imagined for the night. Others were just disappearing behind closed doors, pens discarded onto tables in the front room as the prostitute tucked her contract into a proper briefcase at her side to be filed for her records. Even some, like Argol, started to trickled out their rooms with their hair mussed, skirts torn, and garments in a general state of disarray. Their shoes, however, always left the room perfect while their girl followed them out, re-buttoning up their tops and smoothing down tight pencil skirts.

With a small group of men finished for the night, Argol started to head back towards the castle, slowly weaving through the city this time with no real rush to reach their destination, unlike on the way there. The prince watched with a hazy, after-orgasm interest as the baker hauled a massive bag of flour against her chest, spilling the white powder over the tops of her breasts, shoved upwards by the corset-like section of the evening gown's bodice. Ribbons crisscrossed over her chest, with each cross marked with a flower accent sewn on. The bodice tapered down to a massive skirt in a creamy shade, with the overlay with a golden hue woven in with matching, pink flower accents. The baker woman strained her arms inside tight sleeves to be able to hug around the massive bag of flour, dropping globes of white powder onto the ground in front of her to soak into the muck at the edge of the road.

Stepping forward blindly, the baker stepped directly into a patch of mud, wedging her dainty heel down into the muck. "Ah! Oh no!" She cried, wiggling her foot with a whimper, but the shoe stayed buried in the grim of the road. Again, she shook her foot, but only succeeded in tugging her foot out of the shoe entirely, leaving her to attempt to balance on one heel, with a bag of flour, and in a massive evening gown to grab for the shoe.

Argol stared as she carefully bent her knees to lower herself primly to the ground, dislodging the shoe and slowly sliding her foot back onto the sopping wet sole.

Slipping out of view, Argol wished the best for the girl's shoes before he turned towards the private wing of the castle reserved for royalty, meaning himself and his sister, Malena. Stepping into his room, he started to undress, eyeing the sweet little booties set out beside a silky nightgown on his bed for him as distantly he heard a soft sound.

He focused his hearing, scanning for the source of the noise as he listened to make out the meaning of the sound.

"Mmph... Nngg... Mmmm.." A soft, happy grunting accompanied the mouth-stuffed mumbles through the wall that separated Argol's room from Malena's, giving him a front row pass to hear her feverish blowjob to whoever she'd stolen into her room.

"Ah... Princess, I never imagined you'd looked at me this way!" Stammered the garden boy, who often journeyed up to Malena's balcony to trim her hedges and keep her neatly groomed. Now, it appeared as though he was enjoying her neatly trimmed 'hedges' of another sort. Steady grunts filled the air along with the wet schluck of sloppy seconds or thirds... Needy, wanton moans left the princess, accompanying the sounds of her wet snatch eagerly sucking in the male's cock.

"M-Malena, I'm guh-gonnna-"

"Cum! Cum for Mal! Yummy, yummy!" Malena shouted gleefully, moaning out lustfully with the first spurt of rich cum into her sex. Her walls clamped down onto the man, milking out the last few drops of his explosive orgasm before she scooted forward to pull him from her only to dip her fingers against her crotch, catching the thick splatches of cum that dropped out to be licked from her palm with a quick, greedy tongue.

After the first he witnessed, Another male's happy sounds leaked through the walls, the garden boy followed by the entire kitchen staff, who turned out to be as equally loud sexually as they were with their pans in the kitchen.

"Oh yeah! Malena! Suck that cock! You want cum?! You want it, bitch?" Malena's delighted squeals in response to his crude teasing occupied Argol's attention until his foot pad hit the soft sole off the little slippers left out for him, cushioning his feet into their own miniature clouds.

"Ohhh! Take it, Mal'! Take every drop!" Loud, sloppy slurping escaped from Malena's room as her tongue bathed the short, fat chef's cock inside her cheeks. Saliva clung to her lips, dribbling off, but not cum escaped from the suction of her mouth. She hungerly swallowed every droplet of cum not filling her pussy, which dripped already from the afternoon visitors to the kingdom. "What a good cumdump!"

Even lesser nobles tiptoed into her room after the eager employees had stuffed their mindless boss with load after load of cum, filling her stomach till it bulged with the substance she so begged for. With each new guest, she shuffled forward on her knees to greet them, further aggravating the fleshy red burn on her kneecaps from the rug of her bed chambers. Yet, even carpet burn didn't stop her. One particular couple peeked into her room, a timid, yet secretly excited husband led behind his stomping wife. Massive, stilettos heels marched the woman up to the dumbly drooling Malena. "Look at you, Princess Malena!" She mocked, scoffing with a choke of laughter to herself.

"You called me a mess once, behind my back, at a ball because I wore my mother's old dress, but who is a mess now! I'd say it's you sitting there drooling out cum and spit on yourself! Look at yourself!" She jabbed a finger down to Malena's tube top that'd been rolled down to leave her tits bouncing free when she shuffled forward eagerly for a fresh dick. Her skirt disappears entirely, leaving her swollen, needy, gaping, and leaking sex exposed to anyone who looked.

"Give it to her!" She commanded, jabbing a finger at her husband at then to the sloppy princess who had dropped her mouth open in an offering stance. Her tongue stretched out towards the male, holding it out with an ounce of patience until his thick tip smacked onto the pink appendage.

Mindlessly, she bobbed herself down onto the offered length, already starting to messily suckle on the noble's length. At first, the noblewoman reveled in her victory as she saw the dumb princess sucking down over her husband's cock, slurping sloppily down his shaft. However, looking at her husband's tense face, she started to realize her revenge had backfired. The princess, so dumbly focused on cum, had brought her husband to the brink in moments only to have him exploding into her throat. Thick, globs of the man's gooey jizz hit the insides of her cheeks, painting them white before her tongue started to sweep the substance down.

"Whore!" The woman spat before she plucked out a marker from the desk at the door, scrawling her insult across the girl's chest where a variety of commentary already decorated her bare, bulging breasts. "Whore!" popped out in a bold, scrawling sharpie amongst others, both insults and lewd compliments. "Stupid slut," "Cum dump," and "Princess Jizz" all popped off her breasts in bulky, sloppy writing. Other, longer, comments praised her "God-gifted, gaping pussy!" and her "Cock Milker!" with arrows streaming to her pussy and her plump, pink lips. The noblewoman grabbed her husband's collar, starting to pull him towards the door as she looked back once more at Malena, seeing her messy, disgusting body covered in leaking cum and sloppy, smeared markers. She studied her hair, previously so perfect and coifed, now a bleached blonde with cum clumping in the locks and tangling it into frozen twists.

"You're a mess." She stated, with a smirk, "I hope you snap out of being a dumb slut soon just so you can realized what a mess you truly are." Then, with a flick of her hair, the woman dragged her husband out of the room with a delighted hum.

Exhausted, Malena crawled towards her window seat, pulling herself up onto the plush cushion with a yawn while one hand tucked beneath her head and the other dipped between her legs to press to her cummy snatch. With a final sigh, the princess fell asleep.

With her body resting, Malena's mind finally flickered back on, releasing her conscious back to the surface within the realm of the sleeping. The thoughtful princess, instantly, began to go through what had happened so far.

"Oh no. Oh no, no, no..." Malena, trapped inside her own mind, began to shake her head side to side with a sigh of anguish. "What am I doing? Why? What's going to happen to me!? I'm going to get diseases! I'm going to lose all respect! Oh no, the kingdom! No one is going to know to fix this! I have to do something! Oh no, I must do something!"

Suddenly, appearing from the opposite side of her mental realm, another slower version of her own voice spoke out to her. "Relax! Just relax, Mal! You just need to sloooow dooooown and drink some cum! Nothing soothes the mind like a good cock!"

"Don't even talk to me! You are what's ruined everything! You have poisoned my mind!"

"I've done nothing! I am your mind! I'm you! You're a cock sucker!"

"Am not!"

"Are too! Yummy, yummy!"

"No! Not yummy, yummy! I've never sucked a cock in my life!"

A long, awkward pause followed before the Stupid Mal adjusted her vision out to Malena's sleeping form coated in cum, coated in obscene commentary. "Wrong?"

"That was not me! You took over! You are a cock sucker!"

"You didn't stop me." Stupid Mal pointed out simply, looking pleased with herself while she rubbed a glob of cum into her breasts, smoothing it out like lotion.

"I couldn't! I was trapped!"

"You were loving it! You can't deny, at least, that you love these shoes."

"I hate those shoes! You look like a whore!"

"I am a whore." Mal blinked with plain confusion, pointing to the writing on her breast that said just that, "See?"

"You are really not helping anything. I can't keep talking to you, curse-Malena." She tried to block out the girl's voice, focusing her attention on the kingdom and the curse hanging over it. "If this curse is being caused by something Argol triggered...What changed about Argol..." She mused, only to be interrupted.

"Do I have something in my hair?" Alternate Malena pointed to her cum coated hair, looking wide-eyed over at the prim princess.

"Gosh! Would you leave me alone!? I need to think this through!"

"Nooo, you doooon't! Just relax! Let your mind wander, and in the morning you can suck cock with me! We can share! I'll lick one side, and you lick the other! Like..like...like..." A long paused ticked passed, "A cock! Oh wait..." She paused again, biting her lip with hard thought, "A popsicle! We can share him like a popsicle. When he cums, I'll lick it off your face, and you can lick it off mine! We can give him a show! Maybe if it's hot enough, he'll cum again! That's just what you need! You just need to share a cock with me! Sucking Sisters!"

Malena grumbled while she rubbed at her forehead with one hand, trying to soothe what felt like a headache, "I am you, so there is physically no way for me to share a penis with you, even if that was even possible. "

"Aha! So you admit it! You're a cock sucking whore!"

"Argh!"

Through the night, she examined what she could understand of the chaos demon's curse and argued with her alternate self. She analyzed the events of the day, cringing at her memories of herself slobbering up cum from the floor and strangers' cocks while Slutty Malena relived each blowjob with shivers of delight. She tried to pinpoint the curses trigger while trying to block her alternate self's voice out of her mind. She realized that shoes, and the obvious change in Argol's garb, had something to do with it; and that Alternate Malena could not be shut up by any spoken word, but could distract herself by suckling lewdly on her own pointer finger. Eventually, the sun started to rise and tickled at her physical form's nose and mental-Malena began to fade while Stupid Malena began to flourish and resurface inside their shared body.

With her eyes fluttering open, Malena looked up and out at the kingdom that her true self, her former self had spent the entire night fretting over, wish to save. Her eyes glided over the distant view of the landscape and traced down towards the castle till she spotted guards assembling neatly outside, holding onto their usual duties despite their change in garb.

A determined smile curled her lips before she turned towards the door, hoping to her feet with a single, focused thought: "Cock."

Across the hall from where Malena stumbled out of her room still half dressed, covered in cum stains and obscene body writing, the chaos demon inside Argol's shoes started to grow. The demon inside relished in the power from Malena's destruction, the chaos he'd caused inside her mind at changing her into what she most despised. Slowly, he started to form: fur and spikes amassed into an oversized, ugly representation of the demon himself. Rolls of muscle and fat formed together, building up his size till he towered over the furniture in the closet where he started form, centered around the shoes he was trapped inside. Horns jutted off from his head, giving the classic 'demon' appearance as his skin started to crawl, bubbling as though acid burned through the skin. The color of his flesh shifted, changing from a deep, blood red to an acidic yellow and melding an in between shade.

Yet, even as he morphed into a nasty, vicious beast, one thing remained unchanged: the frilly, girly socks and the glossy Mary janes remained on the monster's feet, trapping him with his center. Because, even as the demon himself who sent the curse out, the golden rule of the kingdom could not be broken: No pair of manly shoes could exist, and from then on, they wouldn't.