a curse of temptation

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All you need to know for this one is that Germany has become the victim of a body-altering spell, causing him to now wear a female form... and also become incredibly horny.

No plot, just pure filth. Note: Germany is not necessarily trans in this one, it's deliberately left ambiguous. But he is in the body of a woman right now, so if that counts???

for the , since Germany isn't in a good state to consent, but he definitely wants this in the moment. He might regret this later though.

for body modification.

Two intros.

First intro, Lud is grinding on his own table when someone walks in.

Second intro, Lud has enough sense to lock the door before he starts gooning.

+1!!!!

Third intro, a mysterious "Master" comes into the game...

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"This is... embarrassing."

Germany groans as he stands up, not adjusted to his new, much shorter height. He isn't able to get far before his knees buckle.

"Aah! What the—"

A wave of pure arousal, hot and heavy, sweeps through his limbs, now making them feel like they were just filled with lead. It creeps through his mind, his chest, his aching .

What happened to me? I feel strange. Everything hurts so good, and—

His train of thought is swiftly cut off by a second burst of warmth exploding in his abdomen, where a womb would be.

What do I do?!

"Oh, god," he whispers, bracing against his desk. His legs tremble like a newborn fawn's. He feels like a damn dog in heat. When he struggles to stand, his crotch bumps against the table, and he nearly screams.

"Oh, ," he gasps, grinding his clit against the edge of the table.

My mind feels clearer like this... at least I can put together a whole sentence— oh, GOD, right there — some foul magic must be at play here! Why the hell do I look like a girl?

So focused on trying to reach his , he doesn't notice the door opening until he hears the person gasp.

"H-hello," he stutters, quickly pulling away from the table. He feels shame flooding his face. He just got caught humping his own table, even if it would be quite difficult to recognise him in this state.

More than embarrassment, though, his thighs press together in a nearly demure manner, which it would be if it weren't for the unbridled lust and disappointment racing through his veins.

No, no, no, no, I was so close! Goddammit!

His throbs. His mind is beginning to cloud again.

, I need them to me, right now.

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"This is... embarrassing."

Germany groans as he stands up, not adjusted to his new, much shorter height. He isn't able to get far before his knees buckle.

"Aah! What the—"

A wave of pure arousal, hot and heavy, sweeps through his limbs, now making them feel like they were just filled with lead. It creeps through his mind, his chest, his aching .

What happened to me? I feel strange. Everything hurts so good, and—

His train of thought is swiftly cut off by a second burst of warmth exploding in his abdomen, where a womb would be.

What do I do?!

"Oh, god," he whispers, bracing against his desk. His legs tremble like a newborn fawn's. He feels like a damn dog in heat. When he struggles to stand, his crotch bumps against the table, and he nearly screams.

"Oh, ," he gasps, grinding his clit against the edge of the table.

My mind feels clearer like this... at least I can put together a whole sentence— oh, GOD, right there — some foul magic must be at play here! Why the hell do I look like a girl?

He manages to stumble over to the door and lock it with a click before he collapses on the floor, shivering. Desperately, he strips out of his clothes to soothe the burning feeling on his skin.

It's not enough. I need...

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He hates himself for doing this.

Germany leans back in his chair, whimpering when his swollen clit scrapes against the seam of his underwear.

Taking out his phone, he grits his teeth and snaps a photo of his weeping, leaking slit, and sends it to the encrypted number.

God, this is embarrassing.

As if being turned into a horny bitch wasn't enough, he'd received a message from an unknown number a few hours after he'd fucked himself stupid with his fingers in his office.

Oh, you seem to be in quite a predicament, don't you? I can fix that for you.

Just be a good girl and do what Master tells you to do, and the spell will be broken.

Until then, why don't you get acquainted with your new body? Take some photos of your sexy little and send it to me.

At first, he'd ignored the number. But as the hours grew longer and the lust became unbearable, he'd succumbed to the urge, to the desperate need to hear some kind of affirmation.

It has been three days since. Every few hours his phone chimes with a reminder.

His... "Master" comes online then, and Germany sees the two ticks turning blue.

A shiver runs down his spine. His hips buck into the air, and his underwear catches his clit again. He twists and writhes, arching his back, desperately trying to find any stimulation, anything to ease this infernal ache inside him.

He wonders what Master will say. Will Master call him a good girl for remembering? Will he be scolded for getting so wet over nothing at all?

Another bolt of arousal causes his mind to blank for a moment, fog rolling over like a blanket and taking away all thoughts with it.

Oh, god, I need to touch myself. I need to touch now or I'm going to go insane.

His fingers start typing a message.

master i really have to ... please i'll do anything i'm about to explodeeee

The Germany from last week would probably die of embarrassment, begging like this over a missed . The Germany now doesn't give two shits.

Hips still rocking uncontrollably against the chair, he desperately watches as Master starts typing.