The drunken knight Sir Trovan stood shocked sober in my room as I held an arrow to his throat.
"Listen Princess," he slurred, "I just seem to have walked in on the wrong lass is all. There was a girl down
there giving me the eyes and I must have mistook her for your maiden o'er there!"
Trovan lied through his teeth and I scowled at him. I wondered if this was the kind of behavior that came over
Prince Andrew when he had been drinking and fancied himself some company. It would certainly have been karmic
to let Trovan carry on with Arn if that had been how she acted when she was Andrew.
"Listen Sir Knight," said Morgana as she slinked across the room and wrapped her arms around Trovan.
"All we be forgotten if you perform a simple task for us. We need a spy in the Molossia camp. Prince Conrad
and his father have not been so forthcoming with their intentions for marrying into the West Kingdom royalty.
They may have sinister plans to usurp the throne and damage the Kingdom. We need you to discover their
intentions." Morgana cooed in Sir Trovans ear. Her hands drifted down his body and into his trousers where
they clasped his growing member and began gently stroking it up and down.
"W-well, subterfuge is not very honorable... It's rather unbecoming of a Knight," he grinned as Morganas hands
slipped across his stiff shaft, lubricated by his own precum. "You are doing a fine job of convincing me,
however. Perhaps we can...come to sort of arrangement?" Trovan smirked.
"Oh I have no doubt we will," Morgana chuckled in his ear.
Morgana stroked upwards and her hand slipped away from his cock. Her index finger came pointing down on the
tip of his penis and she began pushing gently down. A jolt of pleasure shot through Trovans urethra. He
shuddered and let out a decidedly unmanly "Ooh!" which made Morgana giggle. I easily guessed what was
happening to him at this point and my own hand slipped between my legs and got to work by itself.
Morganas free left hand slid up his toned body and under his tunic where she gently plucked his left nippled
between her thumb and forefinger. His eyes rolled back and closed as he relished the feeling. She pinched a
little harder and pulled his nipple outward. The motion seemed to be mirrored on his right nipple as well
which stood erect as if pinched by another unseen hand. The effect was obvious. New tissue spread out under
his skin from his nipples like splashes in a puddle and then began to rise up into weighted bosoms like a
cooking muffin. Soon he sported two soft, round breasts. My free hand crawled up to my breasts and began
fiddling with my nipples, heightening my pleasure.
Morgana continued pushing down on his still hard phallus which retracted into him along with his testies. Even
as she pushed in his hips seemed to push out with his bottom until it curved like an upended spoon. His height
seemed to be decreasing in line with his penis and Morgana was soon looking over his shoulder and then over
his head. He'd now lost nearly 2 feet as well 5 inches. I slid to my knees, unable to continue standing as the
energy drained from my legs and seemingly shot up through my vagina instead.
She then leant forward, opening her mouth wide and biting into Trovan's neck "Ahh uh-uh-huh," a quick and
girlish succession of moans fluttered from his adams apple-less throat. His eyes shot open briefly before
gently closing and rolling back again. If he could pay attention he'd have noticed his eyelashes lengthening
out an inch. Mouth hung open in a wide "O" big, painted red lips as crimson as his softened cheeks. Dark hair
curled down from his head hanging over Morganas head as she continued nibbling Trovans neck. I bit my lower
lip and winced as my hand rubbed tirelessly at my nethers.
Morgana's finger curled round pushing the last little nub of Trovans former penis up into its new place
nestled between the lips of "her" new vagina. Yes, Trovan was now very much a "her" with a curvaceous body and
pretty face to prove it. Morgana continued to rub her little nub and she tried to moan but her voice couldn't
quite make it out as she shook in Morganas hands. Her knees weakened and buckled and she fell back into
Morgana. The witches grasp the only thing keeping her on her feet. Trovan at last exhaled with a loud moan of
ectasy and Morgana let her slip to her knees and spool out on the floor where she lay for a few moments before
rolling over and looking up at Morgana dreamily.
"Whoa... what did you do? That felt incredible," the girl asked, lazily. I face contorted into an awkward half
grin, at his obliviousness, the pleasure I was giving myself made it difficult to control my mouth from
opening wide and moaning.
"I just gave you your first female orgasm, honey." Morgana said brightly
"Wha-what? B-but I'm a guy!" said the new girl with a funny slackjawed look on her face. I couldn't contain
myself any longer and interrupted with a loud "OH, yes!" causing everyone in the room to look at me.
"Mmmm carry on." I said, not caring and still smiling like a goofball, enjoying the afterglow.
Trovan turned back and looked up at a triumphant Morgana. "I'm supposed to be a guy!"
"And you can be a guy again if you slip into Conrads camp... and bedsheets, to find out what he's up to. I've
given you the perfect body to seduce him and any guards you may need to in order to complete your task." The
witch said, nonchalantly.
Trovan gulped. He really had no other choice but to play along.