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Spoiled Princess into Little Green Fucktoy (Fantasy, Transformation, Monstergirl, Noncon)

Princess Charlotte was a vision. A refined, high cheek boned face. With thin but soft red lips and dazzling blue eyes. Her clear pale complexion was likened to angels, and her long blonde hair like spun gold. She was the only child of the elderly king, heir to the most powerful kingdom in the lands.

She was also painfully spoiled and shockingly cruel with her power over others. She had made decree's to peasants, and presided over festivals. All of which had helped cement a reputation that would never dared be spoken in her presence. And her doddering father hadn't the foggiest idea of their lovely daughter's true disposition. For none had the heart to reveal the truth to the beloved King. Not even as the princess sent off the Diplomat from the southern wizard enclave off in a huff.

Charlotte hadn't cared, and watched the robed old man leave with a twisted smile on her face. Why should she care about some old dusty wizards. They barely even had power anymore, everyone knew it. Sure one old man could throw a few fireballs, but she had a legion of men that would storm their castle at her beck and call. The Kingdom of Alstreideis had no need for them, theirs was the most powerful kingdom on the continent. And their army had put almost all non-humans in their place. Even if her father had started up interspecies integration in the last decade or so.

She cringed at the the thought of those monstrous folks being around her. She could perhaps put up with elves. But Dwarves we're just dirty. Orc's were monstrous! And don't even get the woman started on Goblins! Disgusting little walking vermin!

Her cringe had been a harrowing moment for her handmaidens. The three of them surrounded the princess in her room, all working diligently to brush out her lovely hair till it shone more than the rich dresses she wore. As was her whim, which was always obeyed... Such as her whim to currently have an entire tower of the castle to herself. Just her... and her personal guards outside the door, and the three lady's in waiting carefully attending her. Very carefully... The last time one had pulled on her hair, Charlotte had the woman flogged. One that tugged on a ear uncomfortably had had her own hair shaved bald and shamed. So they carefully worked on her hair, even as one of them smiled a bit more honestly than the rest.

For she knew a secret. She had been given something special for the spoiled brat. A potion passed along from the spiteful wizard ambassador, and then applied liberally to the three brushes the women used. They ran through her golden locks, power passing into the princess, and soon that hair would be, ironically, all that was left of life as she currently knew it. Not that the handmaiden had a true idea of what would happen, she only wanted to see the bitch in charge suffer.

Charlotte was looking through the open window, as if deep in thought. Truly her only thoughts was more task's to give her handmaidens, to overwhelm them till one failed and she could make the woman suffer. But it came sooner than she expected, a unpleasant tingling came from her ears! It was a bit odd since not a single woman was brushing near there... but that wouldn't stop her! "Agh! What are you doing?! You clumsy fools you're bludgeoning my ears!" This was of course beyond a exaggeration, but she was gleeful to make it worse for them. "Get off, and get out, OUT! Guards!" Her sharp call was immediately answered as the door opened and two men in heavy armor stepped in, hands on swords ready to draw and fight to the death in the tight confines. But of course it was just Charlotte and her lady's in waiting.

"Send these three home with no wages! And dock what they made the past week!" The women all gave shocked expressions, mixtures of surprise and hurt on their faces. But they knew far better than to argue, the guards quickly rounded them up and out. Charlottes superior smile never left. The guards left the room with stern faces that faded as they moved out of sight. They didn't like her much either, but had their duty. And that was not to get on her bad side either.

Left alone the princess was bothered, because her ears still seemed oddly uncomfortable. She stood and moved to a massive full body mirror. "What did those witches do to me...?!" She growled out to herself and reached up to push her hair back over one ear. Then promptly shrieked "What?!" Her ear had turned misshapenly long! And... green?!

It started there, but certainly didn't stop. The princess would find the green spreading like a rash but at a shocking speed! And her shouts and screams fell on nonexistent ears, her guards taking their time with their tasks as they often did to get time away from the bitch. The princess in her tower was alone for her monstrous transformation.

The green quickly spread across her face, her high cheekbones seeming to melt away as her cheeks plumped up and dimples formed where none had been. Not that she noticed that. It hit her mouth which seemed to grow wider, fuller lips. Which of course were shaded in a darker hue of green! Her nose shrunk a bit and came to almost a point, and dark freckles seemed to sprinkle onto her cheeks and nose. Her mouth was open and she saw her teeth, they were still white, still straight, but her canines took on a sharper more beastial appearance. And even the piercing blue eyes she'd inherited from her mother shaded into emeralds!

And then it got worse. Her head was overtaken by vertigo, her clothing seemed ill fitting. Her world spun and it took her several seconds to realize what was happening! It had felt as if the room was growing, but in reality she had lost over two feet in height! She looking into the mirror, grabbing at her head in shock and screamed. Her voice, formerly a strong and carrying tone now screeched in a high pitched echoing tone.

It wasn't her voice! But it came from her throat, from her chest... Her chest! It felt... wrong! Constrained, as if she was wearing one of her finest corsets instead of a casual, if extremely expensive dress. She pulled at the fabric and noticed her hand was much smaller, with dark green nails that were almost black. They were thick nails, almost more like claws and too sharp for comfort. But they at least came in handy as she scratched and shredded the dress till her bosom broke free of the tattered fabric. She took in her first deep breath since the change... then gasped aloud!

Her lovely chest! Her modest, but still lovely bosom's! Well, she thought so, in truth her lady's in waiting mocked her endlessly behind her back for her flat chest, knowing that any prince shackled to her would grow bored quickly. But she gasped in shock, tears welling as she gripped at them. They were monstrous, inflated and absolutely whorish! Outrageous proportions made them nearly the size of her head. Well, they weren't that big, but with her new size they appeared massive on her small frame.

She stared at her self in absolute shock, only lamely noticing that her hips had gone through a similar change, swelling out in size. But her skirts had not made the constraint quite such a nuisance. But as she turned and looked, she noticed her backside was most definitely on the plump and extra jiggly side...

"I'm... I'm hideous!" She cried clutching her rounded goblin face. Her long blonde hair now nearly reached the ground. She had shredded even more of her lovely dress in her rage, and it hung in tatters, and truly nothing she owned would fit correctly. But she had to leave to get aid! She found one of her smallest outfits, then had to cut up bits of that. She tried not to think of how comfortable she was getting using her goblin claws for effect. Or how nimbly they worked with the fabric as she tied it on in careful spots. Goblins were known for nimble fingers and a knack for crafting and gadgets. And for being vermin of course. That was the more prominent thought for the cursed princess. Last she pulled her hair up and back, but with her small arms it was awkward to make a decent braid and she ended up putting her blonde locks into two long pigtails on the back of her head. And so, her modesty at last protected, she left the room seeking her guards.

"This is awful!" Her squeaky and shuddering voice said as she left the room. Her make shift outfit barely covered more than the one she'd ruined. But she was too desperate to care. "Guards! Guards!!" She squealed as she scurried down the hallways. Her small feet carried her quickly down the tower to finally locate some castle guards. Which went as well as anyone who wasn't a panic stricken gobbo would expect, they drew steel on her and demanded she halt.

To be fair the girl was lucky to not be cut down right then and there, but her kingdom had been negotiating with other species and letting some in. Including goblin servants that worked in the castle. Though none should be here, so close to a member of the royal family. None the less the unarmed single goblin was not a threat, and they assumed she was a scullery maid of sorts, and quickly grabbed her up. One on each arm ignoring her nonsense rambling. The one did notice she was wearing oddly coloful clothing for a goblin, if ramshackle. The dye's of the princess' colorful wardrobe being part of their high price. This also led to him noticing how it was barely fitting her.

"Damn, I know these 'ere gobbo's can be a right nasty bunch, but this ones got some gobblers on her!" His fellow guard gave him a sneer, but looked down. Then gave a sideways shrug and a slight nod that spoke 'fair enough, dem some nice tits.'

"How dare you?!" She tried to roar, but just squeaked. "Put me down this instant! Release me! I am Princess Charlotte the first and I will not be treated this way!" She kept going, trying her best as they carried her to the kitchens. "You crude ogres, I'll have your heads!" Any time one actually looked at her, they instead just focused on the cleavage pouring out of her makeshift outfit. It was quite distracting. She was basically a face and tits from human height.

"You will both be harshly punished! Take me to my father if you want mercy!" She was also ignored by the kitchen staff. A heavy set servant peered at her over a table where the woman was kneeding dough. "I don' recognize dat wun. Mus be a urchin 'ookin for coin." She explained dismissively. Then the woman frowned as some of the goblins rants came through. "She got a mouf on 'er. No good round here, just gonna cause trouble." The servant grimaced at the busty goblin, her judgement made.

The goblin had been set between the guards, though one kept a grip on her arm. She stamped her foot most pathetically. "Listen you rock brained peasants! I. AM. PRINCESS. CHARLOTTE!!" She howled up at them. Her energy and anger just causing her ass and tits to jiggle without any form of real support.

The one guard was already leaving, deciding the loud little pest was too annoying and that his fellow could handle her. The fellow though, had gotten an idea in his head. He had paid more attention to her tits than anything else. "Eh, she ain't from 'here? Well... I guess I ott'a toss her out. Hmmm." Her yelling and nonsense got his attention again again and he grinned nastily. Then fishes a coin out of his his pants and tosses it on the table next to the dough. "I'm gonna show 'er the larder int he back, you'in don't tell no one I'm back there for a bit, clear?"

The woman glances at his nasty grin, then to the annoying blonde goblin princess. She pockets the coin and looks away. Before Charlotte can truly process what just happened he scoops her up and onto his shoulder. "Ugh! What is the meaning of-ahh!" The rough landing pushing the air from her breath quite roughly She squealed as the guard's hand comes up to smack and grab her backside. "Oh, that is plump..." Both she and the servant hear him say as he heads towards the food storage. "Damn gobbo's got an arse bigger than my last doxie...!" He says to himself as he fondles her backside.

The larder was filled with crates and barrels, and he plops her juicy bottom onto one. She struggles to get her breath back and starts to realize just how bad her situation is. All of her demands had been ignored! Then she notices that he's undoing his pants, her eyes go wide and her stammered words are deftly ignored as the guards cock comes into view, uncut and rock hard. She whimpers at the sight of it, never having seen one, she is the heir to the throne and pure as driven snow!

And before she can stammer out a question of what he intends to do he grabs her by the back of the head. "Oh god, no, no please do-OMPH!" The please was a new addition to her vocabulary, but far too late. Fingers tangling in her blonde hair, he shoves his member into her mouth with a groan of lust. "Oi, thats the ticket don'tcha know... Oh! And it shut her up too, haha!" Her plush lips were filled with cock. The taste of salt and grim accosted her tongue as he began to pump into her wide goblin mouth without the slightest concern for her comfort.

Charlotte was going into shock. She almost didn't even resist, she had never been touched without permission, and now this man... this dirty cock was pumping into her mouth! She began squirming, trying to escape his hands, but her new size made resistance essentially impossible. Her mouth was just a hole for him to use.

The guard grunted as he fed his cock into the changed princess' maw. "Unnng... Lookit dat, guess greeny's mouf is good for sumtin after all!" He thrust in rapidly and with a wide smile grabbed her long pigtails, perfect handles for a good face fucking! He thrusted into her mouth rapidly, grunting like an animal as he used her pretty face. In awe at how her head was at the perfect level for it too! The whole situation was giving the guard a new appreciation for the little green humanoids.

He pushed her blonde head to the base of his cock, her button nose smushed into his bush. Had this peasent EVER bathed?! It was revolting, but would soon get much worse. She could feel his cock throb on her tongue. The salty taste got worse, she didn't realize it was more of his precum leaving a trail along her tongue and throat. And then he came.

"Oh geeze... I'm not gonna... Hnnng! Oh yeah, here it cums you little green slag!" His wild thrust shoving his head in deep, and his balls slapping against her chin even as her nose was buried into his pubes and commoner jizz flooded her foyal belly. "ooooh yeaaahhh..." He held her there, his hips spasmsing as his balls emptied out and a drunk dazed look came over his face.

Her revulsion got worse as cum poured down her throat in big sticky globs. She could feel the warmth creep down he throat and into her belly. At long last she was let go and released to crumple to the floor. She coughed and sputtered, and tried to spit up some of the jizz, but for some reason she wasn't retching onto the ground as she was sure she should be. It seemed goblins had almost no gag reflex, and their stomachs could handle most substances with ease. In deed the protein was good for her.

He finally let go of the girl with a sigh of relief and began to put away his cock. "Yeah... I needed that. Heh.

"Oooh, uh a filthy at oof a mmmmnngg!" Agh'gul thee oo behefteh!" She insulted him, then threatened to have him beheaded, but with her abused mouth still full of cum it was barely understandable. Not that he had been paying attention anyway. No the guard was still in his post orgasmic bliss. Cor that was a good slobbin on me noggin lil gobbo. Heh, you ever wanna snek in the castle again, you juss make sure an find me first!" He laughed at the joke, slapping his thigh.

He walked over to the goblin, as she was still on all fours trying to will herself to throw up the rest of the nasty sludge. He picked her up, this time more under his arm instead of over his shoulder. Mostly so in case she did manage to hurl it didn't pour down his back.

He'd carry the cum guzzling gobbo out and drop her on a cart leaving the castle. Probably wouldn't see her again, but ah well, he had his duty after all!