#spell checker

[writerupdated]

💬 Part of a traditional practice that’s still used today, proofreading marks help proofreaders identify errors in printed documents such as manuscripts.

(via Quick guide to the most common proofreading marks)

[paulfc]

Altercation

I don't spell all that well, so I default to having the spell checker on, but I do frequently recognise that a word I read is spelled wrongly.

Above we have an example from Google News where not one but two instances of the word 'altercation' have been mis-spelt and what's more inconsistently.

I have deliberately used both UK acceptable spellings of the past participle of the verb to spell, once a nerd always a nerd.

alteraction

altercaction

Someone been fighting with the spell checker, perhaps?

[somelonelywordmonger]

Ah, yes, I hate when blood poops on the floor. Such a mess to clean.

Okay, Word. I want you to ask yourself, when was the last time someone's head pooped after they cracked their skull open on stone?

{Image Description: A screenshot of a part of a novel I am writing in Microsoft Word that says, "...spread through the air and blood from Chris' head began to slowly pool on the floor."

The part that says, "...Chris' head began to slowly pool on the..." is highlighted yellow, and the word "pool" is underlined from the Grammar Checker. The window to the Grammar Checker is open saying, "Grammar: Double-check that you're using the best verb" and the suggested verb to use in place of "pool" is "poop." This is also highlighted in the image.

//End Description.}

[youmightbeautistic]

My computer wouldn't let me screenshot this (the drop-down menu kept disappearing when I would hit print screen) but —

My computer thinks I want 'ballistics' rather than 'allistics'.

I really don't know how to take this.

[wanderrealms]

Susan the sea snake.

[shahab7khan]

How do I turn on the grammar notes in word spell checker

How do I turn on the grammar notes in word spell checker

Spell checker is a very useful tool. It can help you to correct your spelling errors and also help you to find out the mistakes in grammar. However, there are some times when you would like to add something else to your document that just isn’t a word. Why is it important to add grammar notes in word spell checker? It is important to add grammar notes in Word spell checker because it helps you…

[muffinlance]

That moment when you have to completely stop using Google docs for your writing because the AI spellchecker is actively, insistently wrong, when it catches things at all

Anyway here's me crawling back to LibreOffice and Scrivener like the disloyal hussy I am

[stressedbeetle]

There's just something about the captain that makes me think about all of the different lgbtqia+ people throughout history that never got their happy endings. All the people who couldn't live openly, or freely be themselves (today too of course). And it makes me really sad:(

I think it's because of just how "normal" he seems, he's literally just some boring old guy (affectionate). We see him do regular things (as regular as you can get when you're a ghost), he just seems so real. He wasn't exceptionate, he didn't really have a very grand life or love story. He seems like someone that probably could've existed, which is amazing character wise and also just really sad that so many people here in the real world haven't or won't ever get their happy ending in their lifetime.

[stardewvalleybut-i-draw]

Humming a tune (writing)

Evelyn notices the farmers both seem to sometimes hum to themselves SO she decides to approach the male farmer and ask what tune he's humming in order to get to know him better.

Word count: 1,378 words (so medium I guess)

Characters: Evelyn and Mask Farmer.

Vibe: nice and wholesome moments :) I'm not really experienced in writing but I'll do my best to make it coherent, enjoy! :D and with pictures!

A lovely spring and sunny day welcomed the valley. Evelyn tends to the town square flowers, putting care and attention to each one.

It's the town's flowers after all. The people in the valley need to be represented properly!

It was nice to be out in the center of the town square on days like this. It allowed her to greet anyone who went through, give them a big warm smile, and catch up about what was happening that day. It was also nice to be able to bathe in the sun's warmth and reminisce on the past and how the valley had changed over the years. In came the male farmer with focused eyes, dedicated to a goal in his mind, ignoring everything around him. She could tell he was passing even with her bad vision by the sound of his fast and heavy footsteps, always in a rush. Both the farmers often cross here in the mornings, although Evelyn really only saw the sister out. Both would look at the bulletin board outside of Pierre's shop, check the calendars, and go on with their daily routine but only she would talk to Evelyn and the other townspeople. "Perhaps he's shy," Evelyn thought seeing him walk to the Help Wanted board. He greeted her once when they both first arrived in Pelican Town and he hasn't talked to her since then...or anyone besides for transactional reasons it seemed. Evelyn's face grew sad at the thought. The poor boy was ignored by everyone or treated as an anomaly to be feared and avoided. It didn't seem to bother the farmer but her heart could not let it be. "The flowers can be tended later, it was about time someone bothered to try and have a nice conversation with him" Evelyn thought. She began to walk towards the farmer who was still reading the Help Wanted note and noticed he was humming something. Thinking about it now, the farmers both tend to hum a tune to themselves. It's almost never the same song and seems to change throughout the seasons. "Excuse me, dear" she asked beside the farmer "May I ask what tune you are humming?"

The Farmer jolts in shock and turns towards her. "Oh I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to startle you." Evelyn says apologetically "I was just curious about the songs you hum to yourself, they sound very nice, was it a band back in the city?" He was really expecting anyone to talk to him today so Evelyn's Interruption took him back a bit. He also had a lot to do but her soft genuine smile guilt tripped him to take the time to answer her. "The song doesn't exist." The farmer stated bluntly "Oh"

Not the answer Evelyn was expecting. She had sworn she heard both the farmers hum the same tune.

Very curious she continued "So did you come up with the tune?" "No" the Farmer responds "I hear them In my head." Evelyn's confused expression let him know it made no sense to her but he couldn't really find another way to explain it besides being direct and honest. Maybe he should have lied, he thought. His sister did all the time to explain weird things like this but her genuine curiosity stopped him from lying to her face. Could he really lie to sweet little granny Evelyn? Evelyn saw the farmer's face slightly turn from her in shame. She didn't really understand the answer but she didn't want him to feel ashamed of his response so she softly said "It's ok. I don't need to understand it, do you like the songs? The farmer nods.

"Oh, that's nice to hear, I assume the song changes through the season? do you hear it all the time?" "Yeah..." he responds. She could tell the Farmer was starting to get uncomfortable with her questions so she tried to ease his nerves. "You know...your grandpa used to do the same thing too" The farmer looks at her in surprise "It's true!" she exclaims Evelyn begins to walk to the town flowers gesturing for the farmer to follow. The farmer does so.

"When he used to run the farm, he would whistle songs to himself while he worked" Evelyn reminisced. "Your grandpa used to say he would hear the valley singing to him, he would call it a superpower! Not many of us understood what he meant but by the sounds of it, I guess it was passed down to you"

The farmer smiles and chuckles at the idea. Their Grandpa did used to whistle a lot on the farm. It was only a faint memory since both he and his sister were so young when they used to visit. In a sense, the valley was singing to them.

"If it's not too much, could you hum a bit of the song you hear?" she asked The farmer paused for a second. He looked slightly at the sky and listened. He did his best to match the tune but it was difficult when there was more than one instrument to hum in his head.

Evelyn listened internally and cheered for the farmer once he had stopped. She could tell he was embarrassed by it but genuinely flattered. "You have a very lovely voice dear, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise, oh!-" she interrupted herself. "I heard there was a band in town, maybe you should join, I think you would make a lovely addition!" He knew she was talking about Sam's band but he hadn't really talked to the guy... or anyone in that band. Sometimes he saw Abigail up in the mountains or Sebastian taking a smoke break but never really paid them any attention. He never needed to. Evelyn begins to tend to the flowers as she speaks. "You don't need to if you don't want to. I can tell you don't like to talk much, I don't want to pressure you."

She pauses.

"but I can tell you like to listen" The farmer had never really thought about it that way before... but when you don't say much, the only other choice is to listen to the world around you. "I know not many of us can understand you and I've noticed others treat you differently because of that" Evelyn gently places her hands on top of the farmer's hand. "-but I don't want you to feel like you're not part of the town. You will always be welcomed here...no matter how odd you are"

The farmer softly smiled to Evelyn. "Well," Evelyn exclaimed. "I don't want to hold your day up much longer but If you ever want to talk more about your grandpa or just to hear an old lady ramble about the past, I'm always here for you" The farmer is quiet for a second, taking in her words. "Thank you." He says. "Ohhh, no need to thank me, I haven't done anything, sweetie" She replied but the farmer quickly responded. "You did." Evelyn curiously looked at him confused. "You talked to me."

Evelin's heart was touched beyond words as the farmer leaned down to hug her. She squeezed as hard as her weak arms would allow and stayed there for as long as he needed. But the farmer quickly got up, smiled, and began to walk to the mines. They waved each other goodbye and moved on with their days. The warm moment being over just like that. As the farmer walked up the mountain he began to think. It was only a small moment. It had never really bothered him that the town viewed him as a cryptid. He often reveled in being odd, weird, and feared. He didn't have much of an interest in getting to know anyone. But Granny Evelyn had warmed his heart. Maybe he didn't need to be so cold to everyone. Maybe he should stop by and chat before heading to the mines. It's not like the caves are going anywhere. Maybe... ...he'll stop by and get some cookies :)

[writerupdated]

The new AI Assistant is now available for WordPress! The AI writing tool is seamlessly integrated as a block into a WordPress editor. It can also be used as a spell checker, rephraser, and title generator.

(via Now you can use AI writing directly in WordPress)

[chickpea0]

Going to be real for a sec, just thinking outloud because I know this is a safe place and I need to get thoughts out. Veeerry long! Not a vent just a brain dump. do not bother reading this unless youre really reallyyy into biographies lol this is literally 1,915 words

I'm stuck inbetween minds at the moment. I keep asking myself if regression, or dreaming, isn't really for me. I found agere and petre when I was very young, about 14; it piqued my interest because I'm a very curious person, interested in different lifestyles and ways to explore the self but I also think that because I was just coming out of childhood even though I thought my childhood had ended years before. I was just growing out of being a tween and at that stage in life, it's really startling going from childhood to seemingly adulthood overnight and it's quite natural and common for people to want to cling onto things when everything is being shaken up like that.

Intamacy with people, vulnerability and emotional closeness is always somethign I've struggled with and felt like it was just out of reach so the idea of allowing myself to be back at a stage where I was raw, authentic and less closed up was really really appealing. Plus, the idea of people understanding that and guiding me and just being around me would mean they *really* like me and they're not just there because they have to be, even though I've never had a caregiver though I have had like 2 online friendships where I could be baby around them which felt quite good but I never quite felt satisfied. probably because it was online and neither laster over 3 months. I'm practically always masking and the idea of being weird (I mean this without negative connotation) and expressive really sounded amazing. I have also always always always wanted to be apart of a community but I just never have. No clubs or hobbies that made me feel welcome growing up, no proper friend groups that made made me feel at home, I think I've been in a lot of fandom/online community spaces just because I wanted to feel apart of something though because I was never able to contribute it just felt like a one-way mirror.

So!! I find a lovely community like this! With a focus on mental health, togetherness, working through things and taking time to appriciate things, it's great! I love you guys! I can even make moodboards and little posts and I have a cg blog and a slightly bigger blog where I help boost creators on here. I have mutuals!!!!! People follow me!!! We talk on tags and comments!!! I feel like I have insider knowledge and experience because I've had a lot of oppertuinty to reflect on life and mental health and even on regression itself. But thing is I do not regress often at all. When I do it's for split seconds. When I'm really sleepy, when I'm allowing myself to be vulnerable, if I'm having a weird spacey day. I'm not sure if it's more dissociation or a sudden wave of emotion or what. I think I'm just generally an immature person some times. I haven't grown up yet, I'm only an adolescent. It's not something I want to force because forcing things like this, especially if it is dissociation, can be pretty bad for your brain. Age dreaming is a different thing though.

For me I'm between a rock and a hardplace. I do not feel like I regress organically enough to be on here nearly as much as I am. I'm so tense that I feel like I can't relax or open up enough to enjoy even age dreaming. Brainfog, sure! But it's not regression. I also do not want to edge too far and go into maladaptive nostalgia terratory. I feel, lately, like I kind of need to say goodbye and thank you to my childhood but it's over now and that doesn't have to be a bad thing. I think there's such a focus- everywhere online not just here- on "how good" the old days were. People making heart wrenching nostalgia edits with slowed minecraft music and ambient noise just to rake in veiws and to pull at your own heartstrings. It's natural to seek solace and yearn for something that was so familiar and safe especially at a time where not only is daily life changing for the individual but also for society at large. But rose tinted glasses are not accurate and can be dangerous. Nostalgia should be something that makes you feel light and refreshed. When you hear a song that you haven't heard in years and go 'oh! I remeber! I remember what my brain was like back then' and smile and move on. Maybe taking inspiration from it.

But.

I feel like my nervous system is so fried that making any progess is really draining and proper healthy coping mechanisms never seem to stick. I also feel very isolated, having no irl friends at the moment and not having any purpose like education, work, volonteering, passions, whatever. These are all things I have experienced for well over a decade which is... obviously a very large chunk of my life so far. So I really do need something to fill my life with, a familer space with familiar ideals and stuff. You guys are great. You have such refreshing takes and it just feels so calm and kind here. At the end of the day despite feeling a bit repetative at this point for me, I do enjoy looking at life through this lense. This place has not changed much at all since I started my blog in 2021. It's honestly one of the most consistant things in my day to day life! God. even the streets are changing but it's nice to know I can log on here if I need some reliability.

And thing is, I don't know if it's related to my ASD or my trauma or lack of experience in the world or none of those but I just feel a few steps behind my peers. They are all acting on their life plans or getting out and being social or enjoying new relationships. And I'm perfectly fine taking things at my own pace and growing in my own way but I just don't fit in really. I genuinely feel like I'll hit my stride in my mid twenties or older. Not because I'll have more qualifications or be high up in a career, I just feel like that is when I'll really start knowing and feeling like myself. That's the age when people generally start to figure things out. Basically, I like it here because I feel like I'm in a more similar life state. my focus is on getting through the day and making my own steps. I'm fine as long as I'm growing even if I'm burnt out lmao. Healing for over a decade drains you and I feel like my mental capacity is so small at the moment because of it. Like. I can't pick up a book or a new hobby or a job whatever because ALL of my bodily, mental, spiritual, emotional energies are going into mending and stuff. I feel like a 29 year old preschooler lol. 5 o'clock shadow and a sippy cup. haha. I like it here because it's like easy mode. it's like a holiday for your brain.

I'm honestly not sure what the point I started off with was. I have sooo many thoughts swirling in my head. At the end of the day I feel so burnt out and like I said, with such a small bandwidth that I feel like even regressing or dreaming or even just thinking about it is too much. Like. I used to cope and regulate by imagining scenarios in my head, like fanfics in my brain when I needed a little comfort but now I just can't! I can't imagine myself with a dream job or in a fantasy world or kissing someone cute, I just don't have it in me. It's not like I'm super low or anything, I'm actually generally pretty stable at the moment. I think what I want right now is to not feel alone. I don't want a relationship per se, not sure if it'd be fair to start something with someone but having a nice social circle would be a big relief. I can't remember ever really... having that. I guess I'm esoteric, with a full plate. I had a nice group of friends in college for about 2 years but thats dead now, we got on each others nerves at the end. But it was nice while it lasted. Imaging having a caregiver or being one is one of the only ways I can barely scratch that itch of wanting to rely on someone. Like. It's so deep at the moment, wanting comfort and all that, that "normal" soloutions to that just don't hit hard enough. Like I could imagine having a really nice friend group but irl I would need to be in a healthy friendship for quite a while before it started fulfilling that need, so imagining someone coddling me like I am a child, like I am something to be cherished, not just valued but cherished, that hits harder. thats nicer to think about. also also also co regulation + company is something i really desire.

I feel like I am so entwined with this community, more than anything else these days. It's sort of got a grip on me. and i dont know how i feel about that. none of you guys know me. i have mutuals, nice mutuals and people who are in my notes but none of you actually know me. i think maybe this place is more of a fantasy than a reality for me. and that tells me i need to distance myself but what else do i have?

I've tried taking a break before, you might remember, it only ended up being a few months but it was nice to come back.

right thats basically it. I assume if you've made it this far, seeing as I'm not even writing to anyone I'm just emptying my brain, I assume you're a very curious person. Someone who likes to feel involved. Like meeee. If anyone has any advice or sage wisdom or anything you want to say at all, please go ahead. This post is basically a bunch of thoughts with little resolve. This isn't really something I want to bring up with my therapist because onneee, I'm embarrassed, twwwooo she has most likely no idea of what age regression this, in this context. like. the age regression they talk about in regard to mental and psychological contexts, its pretty different to all this. anyway. i have other things in therapy to talk about lol maybe one day ill bring up that i feel like a small child in certain situations but let her lead that conversation. ah so.

yeah like. yeah. hi. if this resonates, im glad you found that. yeah. yeahhh i dont know. i have a lot of stuff going on. nothing in my life is straight forward. hence the... want to simplify things. I'm really tired now, wow!

to conclude, I'm a baby not necessarily a regessor. I'm running on fumes. i have a weird relationship with agere and im very hot and cold about it. goo goo ga ga but also i want to be respected and seen as a capable adult. i need a hobby. i need to rest but blehhhhh.

Here's a puppy as a treat for reading it all

[licollisa]

hi lico do you know nyan neko sugar girls!! whenever i see your pfp i just get reminded of it, personally i think you'll like it

Oh my god YEA. I mean i don't have the mental capacity to watch the whole thing but yea i know about it. It's just incredible. I think a part of my humor is derived from it 😭 everyone should try making something so unserious without a care for quality at least once in their life.

Thank you i'll have that for breakfast

Not the type to send those in people's askbox, but here's a list in no particular order: reading a good story, being comfy on my bed, people being nice about my art, brown sugar boba milktea (really), cute kitten videos. Honorable mention is sans undertale.

Oh he's the GRANDMA friend. Apart from looks ((old)) dude canonically acts like one. I recall some illustrations of him giving his Frisk a pair of gloves out in the snow, puts those laced veils over the water dispenser, covers the tv remote with plastic...

The wine, though? Imagine you and him sitting wearing facemasks and bathrobes, sipping on a drink of your choosing, and he's spilling the newest gossip of people you don't even know (he knows EVERYTHING). He insists on paying everytime the two of you hang out. If SF gives you a jacket when you seem cold, he'd whip out the whole ear muffs-scarf-mittens-socks-coat combo. It's very effective you're getting a heatstroke in 5 minutes.

[adhd-merlin]

I somewhat forgot I was doing a bit as your secondary nemesis to energise your other nemesis for funsies but just saw their valentines poem so I suppose here I am 😌 back again 😌 do you think this is how morgana felt learning that merlin cared more about the threat mordred posed than the threat she posed after all her hard work? imagine doing everything you could to be the antagonist of someone's story & then having some kid you knew when he was 7 come in & rip that title from you without even trying AND whilst being a good guy while you were there stuck in a well & kicking rocks

honestly that'd be hilarious; unfortunately she didn't even know merlin was emrys until 10 minutes before she died so. actually, as someone pointed out, the funniest thing about morgana's hostility towards merlin is that it had nothing to do with emrys at all. she was angsting about emrys AND she had beef with arthur's servant for entirely different reasons. nothing to do with fate, that was PERSONAL. she had bigger problems to think about but she said first I need to take out that lil' bitch. and I respect her for it

[sweetmage]

Very helpful Google Docs, he definitely lowercase mohamed. Silly me and my spelling mistakes

[the-sleepy-succubus]

Changes in a dungeon

The prompt: Would you tell us about a dungeon trap that you could in theory walk away from, but that provides you just enough pleasure to make you always choose submission and entrapment over freedom, without ever letting you be satisfied? Perhaps something leaving you as a corrupted warning to anyone else who would brave the dangers there.

💜💜💜

 Imagine being cursed so that anytime you lose a fight your body changes to match your current, deepest, sexual fantasy.

Your fighting an orc and he’s skilled and if you were in top form you’d need to bring all your talent with a blade to bear to have a chance of winning. But your not in top form. All you can smell are his leathers and his sweat and his pussy which is so wet his loin cloth isn’t so much concealing anything as teasing you by clinging to his skin. He quickly slaps your sword out of your hand and knocks you on your back. You gasp as your clothes shred off of you as your tits and cock explode in size and suddenly your seized with lust so strongly that all you can do is stroke yourself and whine. Luckily the orc has a libido to match your own and you quickly find yourself bent in half screaming your pleasure to the world as the orc rides you into unconsciousness.

When you wake the orc is gone and you’d think the whole thing was a dream if it weren't for the fact that you haven't a stitch on you and all you can smell is sex. Your stick with a momentary pang that the transformation didn’t stick with you bit the feeling passed. You pick up your sword and press on, frightened but determined to conquer the dungeon.

The goblins over ran you a few minutes later. A tide of green flesh chittering and leering at your naked flesh. Inexplicably as they backed you into a corner you could see their dicks growing long and hard and you suddenly felt... empty. The leader of the band told you there was a simple choice before you, they could tie you and ransom you if they could find someone who would pay or they would simply let you go if you got every one of them off. Your determination roared back and you sank to your knees, ready to do whatever was necessary to get through this damn dungeon.

The goblins snickered about what an easy slut you were but you were hard pressed to pay heed as you felt your hair growing longer behind you and your lips swelling sweet and soft and perfect for sucking. The goblins watch the changes ripple through your face before they swarm you, hands knotting in your hair as you wrap your lips around the first cock of many. The smell of it all is intense and your brain feels like it's going to sleep, or really rather that it's being euthanized. All you can do is suck and lick at the cocks pressing on your sensitive lips and moan as the hands in your hair shove you forward till your nose is nestled in your current partners balls. You realize faintly that your gag just isn’t their anymore as you deep throat over and over again. It's a haze until you feel a goblin wriggling in your lap. Her hips are wide and her breasts are small like yours but she quickly captivates you as she slides down your shaft until you bottom out inside her. As you keep sucking she rides you whispering how if you are attentive she'll let you come inside of her, let you sire a child off of her. You blush ashamed at how much your ready to do just that if it means she'll keep riding you. Finally when its only you and her still going she wrings the cum out of you and you feel the changes you so enjoyed ripple and vanish returning you to your former state.

Your legs trembled as you left the room full of sleeping goblins. You were covered in saliva and cum and you stank of sex. There was something twisted about this place, you should be horrified at what's happening for you but all you can think instead is that losing is kind of fun. You snap your head back and forth reminding yourself that pleasure is immaterial you have a duty to defeat the dungeon. Then again... you did sort of defeat the goblins, it's not as if they're off raiding villages right now. Maybe you don’t have to solve every problem with your sword. Yeah sometimes maybe its good to just slut your way out of your problems.

You enter the next room and you feel your power coiling in your chest. Before you is a vampiress and a minotaur. The vampire is all bust and hips and thighs with a pussy that smells like a bitch in heat. The minotaur is a sight to behold even for her race, bristling with muscle and hung like a stud. You nod your head and will your body to change. You feel your hips widen as your ass begins to jiggle as you walk forward. At the same time you could feel your cock shrinking and shrinking before a cage formed around your nethers protecting you from any more accidental children. The minotaur rolls her eyes as you smile and sashay over to them giggling and giddy that you were mastering this power. You ask if they’d rather settle this with sex than a fight but to your shock the vampire restrains her friend and turns and informs you she would never fuck someone who was as smart as you. Your pleasure turns to dismay that your strategy was going to fail so quickly before you realized you could do something about this.

The monsters watched as you willed your intelligence away chuckling as tho they were winning which, like, they totally weren't. They pulled you to a bed which your so grateful for cause the sex is great but your knees and back were tired of cold stone. Laid out on your back before you could even begin to direct your new friends the vampire climbs onto your face, settling her cunt against your face. She ground her self on your lips and you lapped and lapped while she called you puppy. You like aren't a dog and you giggle but you won't let her distract you and you redouble your efforts to make her cum. You suddenly realize you forgot there were two of them as the minotaur slid your legs up and pressed and insanely slick flared tip to your ass. If you thought you were dumb before you truly ceased to be a person as she worked her cock into your ass. The stretch was intense and you could feel yourself pressing against your cage as your prostate was crushed by the mammoth shaft. "Dumb bitch" you hear the vampire mutter as she ruts against your face, looking for more stimulation now that you cant concentrate enough to even lick. She lifts your hand up and bites it, sipping your blood while she jumps you like a pillow or doll. Nothing could prepare you for when the mino nodded to herself and started to speed up, using you like a sleeve to stroke her dick with. You did the only thing you could, you moaned the word please, it was the only word you could remember and flopped like a fish as she drilled you lazily and sloppily. It was clear she wasn’t fucking you so much as using you to masturbate. Your pleasure was just incidental to her. She came in you again and again till your lean form had a soft belly from all the cum she had pumped into you. As she pulled out the vampiress came on your face and sucked on your hand more firmly and you felt yourself come undone at the same moment.

Your intelligence came back as you shrank back to your initial shape. The defeated monsters left talking about how the boss would have to deal with you. You smiled exultantly they were soooooo scared just like they should be because you were going to defeat them all.

You careened almost drunkenly from encounter to encounter, allowing yourself to be overwhelmed and over powered and then tricking your enemies and defeating them with your libido and transformations. You sound yourself more and more feeling wrong when you weren’t an over sexed doll but it makes sense that you would feel most your self when you are reveling in your new found power.

Finally you enter the throne room. You see her sitting alone, draped over her throne, projecting confidence and power. You approach and wind yourself up to challenge the witch at the center of it all. As the power coils in your chest and you begin to urge a transformation the witch snaps her fingers and the power vanishes. You cry out as its torn from you, s t o l e n from you. The witch smiles slyly and asks if you enjoyed her curse, enjoyed losing over and over in her dungeon. You can see the end in sight, the power might be gone but your sword isn’t and she’s only an arms length away now... the sword clatters on the stone dropped from nerve less fingers as you press your forehead to the stone. "Please please please give it back, it feels so wrong to not being changing myself" your mewling as you say it, begging to betray everything you held dear. You cant bring yourself to feel shame, only terror that you'll never feel the changes sliding through your flesh again. The witch taps a finger to her lips, clearly amused and a bright pink collar appears in her hand. "Would you like to lose forever pet?" Her eyes shine as though she's playing a merry trick instead of offering you everything you want" want the changes to stay as long as you like rippling through you forever, the dungeon fuck toy here to keep us all entertained?" She continues. You don’t hesitate not now. You nod feverishly and when it becomes clear she wants you to say it you open your mouth "yes your pet your toy please let me change for you, just your pretty little transformation slut please please please..." the witch let the tide of obscenities spill from you for an hour before she held up a hand silencing you before buckling the collar around your neck. Then be bound, in failure of your former duty forever my precious broken champion. You smiled and changed, eager to show your new god your most profound gratitude.

2 year later

You were a party 9 strong, terrified and resolute that you would at last be the hunters who would collect the bounty on the witch of the changes and rescue the princess who had disappeared in her castle 2 years prior. As you approaches the castle a lithe naked figure approached wearing some strange collar. "Adventures, have you come to join us? Don’t worry I'll help show you just how good defeat can be...."