Kinktober 2024 - Transformation "It's your fault!" "Well if you haven't gotten in my way...!" "If you haven't triggered that trap...!" "Weren't you just gloating about your 'reaction speed' the other day?" "And you about your disarming skills?" "Ugh! Why of all days did *you* choose to raid this dungeon!?" Two human rogues are at their wits end. They have fallen down a trap door due to one of them triggering a pressure plate. Neither are hurt, but now they're on an unfamiliar floor. The two of them are blaming the other. It doesn't help that they're rivals and that they encountered each other today due to a trap activation. "You better stay out of my way." "Likewise, punk!" The treasure hunters both go their separate ways, each holding a torch. They see that they don't have to go very far to meet a wall though. In fact, they realize the room is quite small. There doesn't seem to be a door either. "Great, thanks for getting us trapped." "Not my fault you also fell. Now stand back and let an *actual* acrobat handle this." The second rogue hops up against the wall and bounces off of it to reach the roof. He stretches upward to find... there's no seam to grab. The rogue falls down and hits the floor. "Nice one." "Ah shuddup. There wasn't a gap to grab. The door above is closed flush!" The first rogue pulls out a very thin throwing dagger. He tosses it straight up into where the cervice would be. However, it doesn't fit and just goes straight down due to hitting hard concrete. "Hmph," he relents while catching his dagger. "So it is." "... Do you hear that?" *Rumble...* "Yeah, I d--" Before either of them can react. The walls and floor of the room compress tightly, *very* tightly. In the blink of an eye, the two thieves are now pressed into an area no bigger than a foot across. "Great, *now* look what you got us into," the first rogue shouts while slapping the other. "You're the one who spooked me when I was sneaking around," the second responds while shoving. "You're a **ROGUE!** You're supposed to be aware of your blind spots!" "Like how a rogue is supposed to know when to jump!? Hrk, hey!!" Their spat is interrupted as the room continues to get smaller. "Shit! Hey, let us out!" "We're in here!" They both start pounding the top door, but it's no use. The thieves brace themselves to be crushed, but they realize they're not in any sort of pain. In fact, it feels like they're getting shoved into some sort of hole. The area gets so small that they can only muffle against one another. "Hrmph m--" *Squirrrk!* "Gmf mn ou--" *Squirrrk!* The two get squashed into their respective holes as the room gets too small for them to comfortably fit. They discover it's some sort of tube. Even more embarrassing, their clothes don't come with them. In fact, they get stuffed away through a hatch that appears on the bottom (much to their annoyance). The two blink and wriggle, feeling like the thinnest snakes in existence. They don't have to experience it for long though, as they get pushed up to the end of the space. It's then they realized that something was pushing behind them! They wriggle even more, but it's all fruitless as they're squashed into mere tiny ovals. Just as they thought it couldn't get any worse, a gas sprays from the gaps on the walls. Their skin shifts as it turns into a slew of different cells combined into one. The color also shifts to a milky white. Their insides start to fill with a sticky substance. Due to them perfectly fitting into the space, they can't even wriggle anymore. *'!?'* The two of them get shoved upward as they find themselves launched back into the upper floor. They're unable to control their trajectory as they're headed towards a statue. In its hands, it's holding some sort of tiny sack. The two former rogues fit inside the pouch as the landing causes it to slip out of the statue's hands. The two of them plop on the floor, quickly realizing the top is now shut... Moreover, they realize it isn't just some tiny container they got in. They start to feel some sort of connection as they get warm and snug. It dawns on them that they fell into a *scrotum.* They're *testies* in a ***ballsack!*** There is good news however. They find that they can actually move on their own. The bad news is that they both have their own degree of control. Even worse? They can hear each other's thoughts. *'Remember how I keep pointing out this is **YOUR FAULT!?**'* *'Oh, can it! You should have stayed out of my way! None of this would have happened if you weren't a **hack!**'* *'That's it!!'* The sack wriggles in place as the two new nuts try to fight against each other. They now have to traverse their way back out of the dangerous dungeon as their new "class." That means they'll have to work together. They better learn sooner than later. There's already a monster coming around the corner...