Prince Gyllen Ch. 13

"Holy shit! Me stems are lookin' amazin'!" She exclaimed, now standing just a couple inches over the prince. She admired her long, smooth legs from all angles before extending her arms out in front of her to see how far they reached. Thankfully, her already large bust and wide hips remained their original measurements, otherwise her close-fitting shorts and top would have torn from her person before the audience...though the prince would have likely felt more ashamed than the goblin if that had happened. Still, the added decimetres to her appendages made her seem even more skimpily dressed than before.

Zorya continued to haphazardly pile on spell after spell upon the two guinea pigs, ranging in results as minor as elongating their finger nails to as radical as alterations in skin pigmentation. "But colour and size amendments are still children's play and something we can be doing with any object." The sage continued their lecture to the students before snapping his fingers, reversing the effects of the spells on both participants in a nanosecond and restoring them to their natural forms. "But now, allow me to be showing spell that alters aspect unique to living creatures! Be watching carefully now, class."

The sage shut his eyes, entering a pseudo-somnolent mode and starting to chant a mantra in a stilted, alien language, drawing shapes in the air above their heads with his raised rod and making abnormal gesticulations with his empty hand. The sceptre rattled noisily, and the gemmed tip shone a brilliant cobalt. Zorya then finished off the incantation with a hearty "HA!" and violently swung the stave sideways, barely skimming it past the two volunteers. A cyan haze hissed from the sapphire, soon forming into a thick fog which engulfed both Gyllen and Min's persons, subduing their visions. The prince was overcome with nausea as he sniffed the cloud's undefinable scent. With his mind somewhat addled, it felt as though his chest was tightening, like his shirt was shrinking a few sizes, while down below, he could feel his britches subtly slacken around the space betwixt his thighs. When the smog dispersed, Gyllen blinked his bleary eyes until his mind was back to full consciousness. It was then he heard the impressed gasps coming from the onlookers. However, he did not feel all that different, though his shirt was still inexplicably clinging to his breast. Naturally, he reached up to his chest to tug and loosen the fabric away from his bosom but ended up grabbing a handful of an unfamiliar spongy mound protruding from beneath his top instead. The prince could feel himself grasping on the lump, as though it were a part of his own body. Fearing Zorya had produced some sort of malformed tumour, he looked down to see a what seemed to be a pair of growths protruding from his front, taking a second to realise that he had suddenly developed a pair of mammaries! Slightly below average in volume for a female equivalent to Gyllen's age, granted, but mammaries nonetheless!

In a panic, Gyllen grabbed at his crotch, only to discover his manhood was now missing. "It's gone!" He exclaimed aloud in an even softer voice than usual.

"They're gone!" Min likewise declared in a noticeably lower pitch. The prince caught her out of the corner of his eye clutching at her chest in distress, as her bust was now similarly astray, leaving her top looking like little more than a baggy rag draped onto her shoulders, covering a flat torso. The class tittered with mild amusement to the volunteers' reactions and even Zorya was chuckling quietly.

"As you are seeing, and seemingly also feeling, I transmogrify two of you into opposing sex!" The lecturer expounded. "In past, I was only being able to use this spell on mine self, but after many research, this is first time I have been able to cast it on other! Though, I still have not figured out way to remodel bone or muscle structure alongside it, so your faces and overall figures have remained largely unchanged." Gyllen took a closer look over to the genderbent goblin girl, seeing she still possessed her feminine facial features and broad waist, just as the mage explained. Without knowing otherwise, he would have assumed she was still female had it not been for her deeper voice and distinct bulge that was now straining against her shorts. The prince doubted the spell did much to his own appearance either, outside the obvious additions. It would not have aided in making him look any more masculine than usual, that was for certain.

"With all due respect, Sir Zorya, may I ask just what the practicalities are in developing such a spell?" Gyllen sheepishly asked the magician, as he suddenly felt a wave of bashfulness overcome him while within the unaccustomed physiology, to the point where he thought he might as well been stark naked afore the assembly. Just as Zorya was about give him an answer, however, Min interjected:

"Damn! I'm pretty hung!" She commented upon stretching the waistband of her bottoms away from her crotch to inspect their contents.

"Right! I think that's quite enough!" Gyllen proclaimed, feeling mortified on the goblin's behalf. "Change us back now, please."

"As you are wishing." Zorya said, making another action with the sceptre, but the only effect it seemed to produce this time were a handful of blue sparks fizzling inertly from the tip. Zorya's calm and tickled expression soured in an instant.

"Erm...well, this is being very humiliating..." Zorya said, waving his wand again with zero results.

"Whatsa matter? Don't tell me ya blew it all off too early!" Min said upon seeing the rod's failure to perform.

"It is being very worse than respiration, I am fearing." Zorya responded, interpreting Min's words literally. "I am appearing to have exhausted my mana reserves for today..."

"You've what!?" Gyllen said, in absolute disbelief.

The class was promptly adjourned, leaving naught but the teacher, the prince and the goblin left within the lecture hall.

"I am very much apologising! I miscalculated how much magic power I had left for the rest of today." Zorya profusely kowtowed. "You must know, I have been giving alike demonstrations all of morning and, if you pardon boast, it takes toll even for my reserves."

"Hey, no big deal, fella. Ya said it yerself that it's only temporary." Min reminded the mage.

"Da, that is being true." Zorya perked up. "You both should be returning to your original bodies within a week at very most."

"A week!? Sorry, I understand it's not that long but we have a very tight schedule to keep, don't we, Min?" Gyllen said.

"Hey, I don' mind spendin' a week like this." Min replied, checking her male figure out.

"Well, perhaps you don't but it just doesn't feel right for me." The prince went on. "Just being in front of those students like this made me feel incredibly uneasy. I can't imagine how I would feel to go out in public like this..."

"Really? Cause ya seem pretty comfortable in a skirt and heels to m-" Min cut herself off once she felt the pressure of Gyllen's boot start to press against her toes.

"I can easily recharge my energies to full after a decent night's worth of sleep, if you are not minding to wait." The professor said.

"Go nap for six hours or somethin' then so we can get outta here already!" Min demanded.

"Oh, nyet, nyet, nyet! I cannot possibly do such as that when I am having far too much tasks yet to be completed today that take precedence! Tasks made problematic manifold now that I've used up my magic power..." Zorya lamented. "However, I can easily set you two up with temporary accommodation for tonight in school's dormitories. First thing tomorrow morning, I will be changing you both back. I am making promise."

True to his word, Zorya was able to swiftly secure lodgings for the two travellers, thanks to his influence within the school. An elderly dorm supervisor, none the wiser to their altered states, escorted the prince and Min up the spiral staircase of the building's south-eastern tower, both of them practically out of breath before they reached their destined landing. The door was unlocked and pushed opened, revealing a rather poky apartment, especially in stark contrast with the lavishness of the rest of the university. The grey, stone brick walls were bare save for mounted candlesticks and a single pentagonal window. Two beds with brown, woollen blankets were placed on either side of the room with a round, wooden one-legged table situated in the space between them and a filled bookcase tucked behind the door. The surly dorm mistress silently left them, leaving the room key behind. The only thing left for Gyllen to do now was to patiently wait for the coming morning. Min, however, slipped out of the room without warning other than a single utterance of "I'm off" when she was already halfway through the door, giving the prince very little reaction time to even begin thinking about protesting against her exit.

In order to pass by some of the time in self-inflicted confinement until he was substantially drowsy enough to turn himself in for the remainder of the day, Gyllen resorted to leafing through some texts from the bookcase. He would have gladly filled the hours by taking part in some inane chit-chat with Min instead, had the crafty goblinoid not already slinked out of the apartment just as quickly as they had entered and leaving him by his lonesome. Gyllen just hoped she would refrain herself from getting into any misconduct, even if part of him knew that was mere wishful thinking.

Despite his best efforts, the prince was hardly able to decipher many of the writings available to him, seeing how nearly all of them turned out to be textbooks of some variant relating to the mystical arts; a subject Gyllen had scarcely dabbled in. Hours passed before he finally threw in the proverbial towel, ending his perusal when the artificial sun abruptly vanished without first slowly setting into the horizon, a yellow moon, presumably also a constructed illusion, taking its place. At the same time, the candles set themselves alight without any interference from the prince, only assuming they had been pre-enchanted to do as such at a certain time of day. Gyllen only expressed mild awe to find the room suddenly illuminated in a bright, orange glow. Having formed a vagina earlier that very same day, little else in Ūwilazala was going to shock the prince at this point.

He gathered the texts together into a tidy pile and carried them back over to the shelves, returning them to where they originated one-by-one to the best of his memory. As such, Gyllen's attention was brought downwards to the stack of books in his hands. As the stack slowly shrank one layer at a time, the prince's focus gradually shifted slightly inwards to his own chest. Once the final book was slid into place, the blond did not tilt his head back up, instead remaining fixated on the small juts underneath his shirt for the next short while.

Seeing as he literally had naught else to do for the time being, Gyllen's inquisitive side got the better of him, tempting the young prince into taking the opportunity to explore his altered body whilst he was by his lonesome, free from snooping, judgemental eyes and snide remarks (i.e. Min).

"Just a peek..." He thought, as if he were negotiating with himself into peeping on his own body. The blond removed his navy coat and laid it down onto the bed. With anticipating fingers, he reached into the waist of his trousers and untucked his ruffled shirt, leaving the lower section hanging loosely over his breeches before grasping hold of the bottom with both hands, raising it upwards bit-by-bit, baring his trim stomach first before peeling the layer of cloth above his chest. The prince did look down quite yet, staring dead ahead of him instead as he felt the slight tingle of cool air tingle on his uncovered skin.

Gyllen sucked on his lips before tilting his neck down to be greeted by the overhead sight of his newly formed bosoms. The male-turned-female stared at, admired even, the two fleshy rondures for a short time, appreciating their contours, proportions and the perky, pink nipples tipping the ends. A sense akin to pride was even beginning to well up in the teenaged prince. Sure, he had seen, and fondled, breasts of a far greater magnitude before (if he had to guess, he would have estimated his own to be only a few increments more voluptuous compared to Sølv's) yet there was something about the idea of being in possession of his very own pair to play with at his own pace and convenience, or even be played with, that excited him in a different way, a fact made very clear by the accelerated rigidness of his nubs.

The prince rested the lifted shirt on the ridge of his rack, though had to keep it hoisted partially with his thumbs while the remainder of his digits were focused on the boobs themselves. Lightly, he pressed his fingertips into the freshly formed flesh of the bubbles. The blond winced a little from how tender he discovered them to be from this initial feel, a slight whimper slipping out between his sealed lips. Utilising his palms, he then squashed the plush rondures into his chest, the pressure on the delicate globules causing him to sharply exert his breath, before he started to steadily knead the spheroids in all feasible directions, the movements of his hands mirroring one another's closely.

The blond's breathing intensified, audibly inhaling and exhaling in rapid, short, regulated bursts. His eyelids floatingly fell, as if to instinctively help himself focus on nothing but the physical sensations. Gyllen was even beginning to be able to feel the reverberations of his increasingly racing heartbeat on his digits through the perky stacks of fat. In concert with his palpitations, the prince's loins were burning with the desire to be scratched. It took him a couple of nanoseconds to register what the tingling feeling signified, different to what he was used to, yet all too familiar at the same time. Perhaps unable to recognise his own titillation at first without the accompanying strain of his underwear he was so used to.

Amazingly enough, Gyllen had not checked what his genitals had become as of yet out of a revulsive presentment, but he was now pining to experiment with every facet of his freshly female form. His right hand slipped from his petite bosom and journeyed towards the source of his itch, located directly between his inner thighs. The prince unfastened the buttons on his riding trousers just enough to allow his hand to slide underneath the constricting garment and into his underpants, his fingertips sifting through his pruned pubic thatch before they discovered the little button at the end of the trail.

Naturally, Gyllen shuddered even as he barely pressed down on his newly-developed clitoris using a single digit, not dissimilar to his reactions from the acute sensation he experienced whenever he had the uncovered glans of his penis pinched whilst receiving a handjob. He persevered, flicking away at the tiny node with only his index finger at first before adding his middle digit to the mix shortly thereafter, all the while maintaining his other hand's fixation on continuously caressing his breasts.

The simultaneous stimulation to his chest and his crotch was overwhelming the blond teenager. He stood perfectly still in place, stiff as a board save for his busy hands. His posture was hunched over, his eyes and mouth were both scrunched shut, muffling his expletives to a degree, and his knees were buckled together, his own thighs trapping his mitt against his groin.

Gyllen then flung himself backwards onto the closest of the beds before his shaking, unstable legs could cave in. The discomfort of the inflexible mattress hardly even bothered the blond, as he was far too captivated by his masturbation now to focus on anything less. At this time, the prince braved the final plunge and breached past his fleshy folds utilising a single finger and delved deep into his vaginal cavity.

Gyllen brought one foot up to the sheets while his other leg limped loosely over the bed's edge. He pushed his back up off from the mattress in a slight arc, better adjusting the angle of his body in order to maximise the velocity of his injecting finger. While not necessarily 'better' per se, the blond noted how vastly and inarticulately distinct the insertions made to his vulva felt when compared to such insertions made anally. For one, each surface inch of his fleshy interior he managed to reach caused an immediate jolt to his nerves, each as potent as the one preceding it.

The prince's jaw started to slacken, followed by a cacophony of erotic groans of varying pitches and sonorities let loose and filling the chamber. Gyllen was far too wrapped up in euphoria to give care or even be fully aware of his proximate surroundings as a steady supply of dopamine seeped from his cerebrum. It was practically addictive! His high came to an untimely and unanticipated close when he was tactlessly interrupted by an external voice:

"Gods, Gyl! Ya could hear that din on the other side of the portal!" It said.

"Min!" The blond screeched, having a near-coronary from the unforeseen scare. He promptly reopened his eyes and snapped himself to an upright seated position to see the familiar goblin voyeuristically watching him from the open doorframe. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking!?" The prince chewed out his companion as he removed his hand from his bottoms and yanked his shirt back down in a mad flurry to shield his shame, his red-faced humiliation apparent underneath his irate grimace.

"I'm using this room too, ya know! There's no reason I should hafta knock jus' to come and go." She replied, slinging the door shut behind her as she walked further into the room and helping herself to a seat on the opposite bed. "If ya really had t' tweak yer twat, you coulda least locked the door."

"And where did you disappear off to this entire time?" Gyllen asked her, trying his best to alter the topic once his glaring err was brought to light. "You haven't been up to anything lewd, I hope."

"Oi! For yer information, matey, I've been runnin' up an' down this stupid school a hundred times lookin' to borrow a messenger bird or somethin' and get word down to Cap so she knows we're gonna be runnin' a bit behind late. Yer welcome by the way!" She huffed, only succeeding in making Gyllen feel even worse about himself now, though she continued her rant before he even had an opportunity to apologise. "Not a lot of people speak Platinan here, ya know, so even gettin' directions was a pain and a half in the arse. Lucky for us, I bumped into a guy who happened to be headin' down to the harbours for some errands and was nice enough to take a note to the crew while he was down there."

"Well, that was terribly convenient."

"Findin' the lavvies was another story though. I ended up havin' to go in the bushes!" She laughed. Gyllen was less amused. "Lemme tell ya though, it's a helluva lot easier when I can just stand, hold and aim 'stead of havin' to squat."

"Wait, you stood to relieve yourself?" The prince asked her, nonplussed.

"Uh...yeah? I thought that's what boys did?" Min replied, equally perplexed. "Hang on! Are you saying you don't?"

"Of course, I don't! Holding it while you urinate sounds so unsanitary!" The blond retaliated. "Being seated always felt like the more natural thing to do..."

"Oh, my Gods, Gyllen! You are way too precious for this world!" Min squeed with a shade of irony, her hands brought to her round cheeks.

"Listen, as much as I'm enjoying this riveting conference on one's preferred method on using the latrine, I think I'm going to turn in for the night now." Gyllen sighed, having just about reached his frustration quota for the day.