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WARNING: This story contains heavy sexual themes as well as mental and memory changes. Reader discretion advised.

I can hardly believe I even get a chance to say this but…I am still alive. I doubt I shall remain that way much longer. For whoever managed to find my Thought Stone, my name was Ranulf Forehorn, a warrior trained on the bloodsands in the martial arts. I was swift as the wind and combat, and much punches landed like lightning. With staff in hand, none in that incredible arena could best me. Yet, even with my great strength and my inner calm, it was not enough to conquer my latest challenge. My hair has always been a pure white, and despite my shorter stature I have incredibly strong, toned muscles. I was known as the “Crimson Death” in the arena, thanks to my simple red and gold attire. Along with my trusty fighting staff, I believed I was completely unstoppable. I am held prisoner now, and I await my death. Hear my tale so you do not fall as I have.
I was hired by a Dwarven lord to seek Steel Sunder, a mighty hammer and treasure of his clan. The hammer had disappeared ages ago, during a great battle between monsters and men. The lord believed it to currently be in the possession of a small tribe of Minotaurs, known as the Thunderhooves. The Minotaurs spent too much time raiding and slaughtering the innocent, and by now most of them have been slain by adventurers and heroes. Minotaurs are similar to men, but with large horns, bovine ears and tails, and a naturally enormous size. Their lust and thirst for violence is legendary, as is their strength, but even they would fall beneath my skills. I had believed that I was completely up to the challenge, and that their typically poor intellect would make this easy enough to do on my own.

I was wrong.

I had tracked down the small tribe down to a large mountain pass, where caravans typically passed through. The area had become infamous thanks to the grisly attacks by the creatures. Following stealthily and quietly, I discovered the tribe resided in a large cave, the ruins of some ancient civilization. There only seemed to be about twenty of the beasts left, but even I would likely be unable to fight that many at once. Unable to get inside unnoticed, I decided to wait until they formed a raiding party. Survivors of their attacks had described their attacks to me. It seemed like the brutes typically posted one Minotaur on the path, to halt the caravans, while four or five more than ambushed them from behind. While perhaps not the most complicated tactic, it can prove startlingly effective. Still, with my incredible strength, I could easily kill five or six minotaurs, or at least obtain Steel Sunder and escape.

The one at the path held the mighty hammer himself. I believe I could simply walk up, pretending to be a simple traveler, slay the minotaur with a couple of blows from staff, and retrieve my prize. The rest of his raiding party would no doubt attack, but dodging their blows and retreating with Steel Sunder should’ve been effortless. I slowly began my approach, making sure to walk slowly and mask my incredible strength. I meekly asked him to spare this poor, weak traveler. The Minotaur smirked cruelly, before loudly boasting “This is the bastard that’s been following us! Let’s rip him in two!” I immediately took up a fighting stance, pointing my staff toward the minotaur. The minotaur was far taller than I was, with a physique I couldn’t help but admit was almost legendary. His bronzed skin and almost golden eyes shone with excitement, as he stood up. His hammer still laid near the ground, not ready for combat. With one blow of my staff to his neck, I could likely slay him…but now I already had company. Peering back for an instant at the approaching foes, I gasped in surprise, barely holding back an inner urge to panic.

There were twelve of the beasts coming in to tear me to shreds. Had the tribe committed almost all of their fighting strength to slay me? While I was nearly flattered, I knew this would likely lead to my death. I focused all of my efforts on defense, swiftly leaping out of the way of most blows and using my staff to deflect the others. The fight must’ve lasted for hours, as I danced in and out of range of the many creatures, their leader standing there watching. Using the surroundings to my advantage, I managed to deal incredible blows to my foes. Between my lightning fists and thundering staff, I managed to slay many of my foes. Yet with each kill I was weaker, battered and bruised from the creature’s onslaught. The leader was forced to enter the combat, using the magical hammer to send boulders and earthquakes to slay me. How the beast had learned to use the weapon’s magic, I’ll never know. Exhaustion was creeping in, yet still I fought, focusing all of my energies on this fight, likely to be my last. Lesser men would have died, but I was far beyond that. I sustained numerous life-threatening injuries, yet in the end I managed to slay 12 of the 13 beasts, leaving only the leader. I was drenched in blood and sweat, barely able to stand or hold my staff, but still I challenged him. At the very least I could have a warrior’s death. The world was already starting to look hazy as darkness was creeping in. The leader brought the hammer down towards my head, my fist barely even raised anymore. I caught a glimpse of a disgusting smirk on the monster’s face, and only just noticed the hammer had a strange glow before it hit me. I thought that to be the end.

Yet, I awoke some time later underground. I was in the ruins of some fallen civilization. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed that I was completely undressed, aside from a small loincloth only barely covering my large manhood. I was wrapped with multiple lengths of chain…a smart precaution, otherwise I would no doubt break out. All of my equipment was gone, although thankfully I still have this Thought Stone. This handy little rock lets me record my thoughts and view them again…perfect for lonely voyages. I have to word things a little carefully, so it makes sense to anyone using it but…someone’s already using this…anyway, the leader Minotaur was in the room. He grunted loudly, sounding more like a bull than a man, before muttering “that witch’s drink better freaking work or I’ll rip her heart out.” He walked up to me and forced my mouth open. I struggled all I could, but I was powerless. He poured the foul liquid down my throat, before laughing and walking away. He turned to me with a smile and said “I’ll forgive for killing my raiders. Trolgar Thunderhoof can respect skill. Besides…you’ll be giving me a hell of a lot more…” The world got hazy again, and then I woke up.

And that, whoever found my thought stone, is how I died. Or will die, rather. Never underestimate a foe, and never work alone, no matter how strong you think you are. I will go to sleep now, and the monster’s poison will no doubt kill me from the inside. I can hardly imagine how painful my death will be. Perhaps bugs will devour me from within. While I will die here, at least my thoughts will live on, immortalized in this stone. I hope you have already slain these monsters for me. Goodbye. I will try my hardest to accept my death with dignity.

…I’m…awake? Even stranger I’m…unharmed? My whole body was writhing in pain from my injuries, but now everything is completely fine. I can…sit up? What!? Where the hell are those chains!? Alright, alright, alright, I need to focus. I’m still holding the thought stone…I suppose that’s fine. Why the hell would they remove those chains though? Ah…that makes more sense. It looks like I was in a cell this entire time. The bars are haphazardly made, but I probably can’t break through them just yet. I slowly start trying to stand, before falling back on my butt. What in the nine hells is going on!? My whole body is completely out of balance. My hips feel tad…wider? And my upper body feels lighter for some reason. I can feel a tiny force scraping against my neck. As I try to brush it aside, I realize it’s most definitely hair. Hmm…longer hair, and a thinner body? What could that mean? Well…how much time has really passed? For all I know it could have been weeks, and I’m simply starving. I am certainly hungry right now…
Slowly, I manage to stand up. My whole body feels so…strange. My legs are far smaller and more slender than before. My waist seems a bit tighter. I slowly run my hands down my chest and…HOLY SHIT!? What the hell was that!? I slowly move my hand closer to my pec again. Looking down at it, it seems to be extended forward, and covered with fat or something. Slowly, carefully, I move my hand closer to the nipple again, and pinch it. Holy shit!? What the hell is that feeling. It feels so…good!? Bad!? What the hell is going on!?

I ran my hand across my face. My features seemed…smaller? More delicate almost? Now that I was standing, I realized how much…weaker I felt. Most of my strength seemed to have drained away. My thick, toned arms seemed slender and delicate. Even my hands are thinner. What in the nine hells is happening to me!?

I look past the bars to see a small bonfire. Eight or so of the Minotaurs are sitting, or standing around it, laughing to themselves. Trolgar, the pointed at me and started staring. I felt…embarrassed, for some reason. Why is he staring directly at my chest!? I instinctively cover it with my arm, eliciting a loud laugh from all the minotaurs. I can barely hear some of them talking about something moving faster now. Wait…did they say “memories”? What could they be talking about? At least I can now look at them a little more closely. These minotaurs were massive. Their physiques are…incredibly impressive, to say the least. I don’t know I ignored it before but…where there manhoods always that big? I barely noticed it yesterday, but they’re enormous! How the hell do those loincloths hold back those things!?

Wait…why the hell am I even thinking about this!? What’s stranger is that all of the Minotaurs are men. All eight or so of them. There wasn’t a single woman or child among them. Minotaurs reproduced similar to men, although they tended to grow faster so…where were the women!? I stumble backwards as my hands run down my whole body again. My butt seems a bit more…large than I remembered. I notice that my manhood was barely brushing against my tiny loincloth…I pull it up and gasp. My manhood is…tiny. It’s barely there.

Are they turning me into a woman?

Why would they want me as a woman?

The implications are certainly…unfortunate. I’ll break out of here soon, without a doubt. I can’t let this get to me. Especially those large minotaur coc-erm, anyway. I’ll put the thought stone down for now, I don’t want to get caught using it. I should try and sleep, and maybe keep my strength up?
The Rest of this Story is available on my Furaffinity Account.

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WARNING: This story contains heavy sexual themes as well as mental and memory changes. Reader discretion advised.

I can hardly believe I even get a chance to say this but…I am still alive. I doubt I shall remain that way much longer. For whoever managed to find my Thought Stone, my name was Ranulf Forehorn, a warrior trained on the bloodsands in the martial arts. I was swift as the wind and combat, and much punches landed like lightning. With staff in hand, none in that incredible arena could best me. Yet, even with my great strength and my inner calm, it was not enough to conquer my latest challenge. My hair has always been a pure white, and despite my shorter stature I have incredibly strong, toned muscles. I was known as the “Crimson Death” in the arena, thanks to my simple red and gold attire. Along with my trusty fighting staff, I believed I was completely unstoppable. I am held prisoner now, and I await my death. Hear my tale so you do not fall as I have.
I was hired by a Dwarven lord to seek Steel Sunder, a mighty hammer and treasure of his clan. The hammer had disappeared ages ago, during a great battle between monsters and men. The lord believed it to currently be in the possession of a small tribe of Minotaurs, known as the Thunderhooves. The Minotaurs spent too much time raiding and slaughtering the innocent, and by now most of them have been slain by adventurers and heroes. Minotaurs are similar to men, but with large horns, bovine ears and tails, and a naturally enormous size. Their lust and thirst for violence is legendary, as is their strength, but even they would fall beneath my skills. I had believed that I was completely up to the challenge, and that their typically poor intellect would make this easy enough to do on my own.

I was wrong.

I had tracked down the small tribe down to a large mountain pass, where caravans typically passed through. The area had become infamous thanks to the grisly attacks by the creatures. Following stealthily and quietly, I discovered the tribe resided in a large cave, the ruins of some ancient civilization. There only seemed to be about twenty of the beasts left, but even I would likely be unable to fight that many at once. Unable to get inside unnoticed, I decided to wait until they formed a raiding party. Survivors of their attacks had described their attacks to me. It seemed like the brutes typically posted one Minotaur on the path, to halt the caravans, while four or five more than ambushed them from behind. While perhaps not the most complicated tactic, it can prove startlingly effective. Still, with my incredible strength, I could easily kill five or six minotaurs, or at least obtain Steel Sunder and escape.

The one at the path held the mighty hammer himself. I believe I could simply walk up, pretending to be a simple traveler, slay the minotaur with a couple of blows from staff, and retrieve my prize. The rest of his raiding party would no doubt attack, but dodging their blows and retreating with Steel Sunder should’ve been effortless. I slowly began my approach, making sure to walk slowly and mask my incredible strength. I meekly asked him to spare this poor, weak traveler. The Minotaur smirked cruelly, before loudly boasting “This is the bastard that’s been following us! Let’s rip him in two!” I immediately took up a fighting stance, pointing my staff toward the minotaur. The minotaur was far taller than I was, with a physique I couldn’t help but admit was almost legendary. His bronzed skin and almost golden eyes shone with excitement, as he stood up. His hammer still laid near the ground, not ready for combat. With one blow of my staff to his neck, I could likely slay him…but now I already had company. Peering back for an instant at the approaching foes, I gasped in surprise, barely holding back an inner urge to panic.

There were twelve of the beasts coming in to tear me to shreds. Had the tribe committed almost all of their fighting strength to slay me? While I was nearly flattered, I knew this would likely lead to my death. I focused all of my efforts on defense, swiftly leaping out of the way of most blows and using my staff to deflect the others. The fight must’ve lasted for hours, as I danced in and out of range of the many creatures, their leader standing there watching. Using the surroundings to my advantage, I managed to deal incredible blows to my foes. Between my lightning fists and thundering staff, I managed to slay many of my foes. Yet with each kill I was weaker, battered and bruised from the creature’s onslaught. The leader was forced to enter the combat, using the magical hammer to send boulders and earthquakes to slay me. How the beast had learned to use the weapon’s magic, I’ll never know. Exhaustion was creeping in, yet still I fought, focusing all of my energies on this fight, likely to be my last. Lesser men would have died, but I was far beyond that. I sustained numerous life-threatening injuries, yet in the end I managed to slay 12 of the 13 beasts, leaving only the leader. I was drenched in blood and sweat, barely able to stand or hold my staff, but still I challenged him. At the very least I could have a warrior’s death. The world was already starting to look hazy as darkness was creeping in. The leader brought the hammer down towards my head, my fist barely even raised anymore. I caught a glimpse of a disgusting smirk on the monster’s face, and only just noticed the hammer had a strange glow before it hit me. I thought that to be the end.

Yet, I awoke some time later underground. I was in the ruins of some fallen civilization. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed that I was completely undressed, aside from a small loincloth only barely covering my large manhood. I was wrapped with multiple lengths of chain…a smart precaution, otherwise I would no doubt break out. All of my equipment was gone, although thankfully I still have this Thought Stone. This handy little rock lets me record my thoughts and view them again…perfect for lonely voyages. I have to word things a little carefully, so it makes sense to anyone using it but…someone’s already using this…anyway, the leader Minotaur was in the room. He grunted loudly, sounding more like a bull than a man, before muttering “that witch’s drink better freaking work or I’ll rip her heart out.” He walked up to me and forced my mouth open. I struggled all I could, but I was powerless. He poured the foul liquid down my throat, before laughing and walking away. He turned to me with a smile and said “I’ll forgive for killing my raiders. Trolgar Thunderhoof can respect skill. Besides…you’ll be giving me a hell of a lot more…” The world got hazy again, and then I woke up.

And that, whoever found my thought stone, is how I died. Or will die, rather. Never underestimate a foe, and never work alone, no matter how strong you think you are. I will go to sleep now, and the monster’s poison will no doubt kill me from the inside. I can hardly imagine how painful my death will be. Perhaps bugs will devour me from within. While I will die here, at least my thoughts will live on, immortalized in this stone. I hope you have already slain these monsters for me. Goodbye. I will try my hardest to accept my death with dignity.

…I’m…awake? Even stranger I’m…unharmed? My whole body was writhing in pain from my injuries, but now everything is completely fine. I can…sit up? What!? Where the hell are those chains!? Alright, alright, alright, I need to focus. I’m still holding the thought stone…I suppose that’s fine. Why the hell would they remove those chains though? Ah…that makes more sense. It looks like I was in a cell this entire time. The bars are haphazardly made, but I probably can’t break through them just yet. I slowly start trying to stand, before falling back on my butt. What in the nine hells is going on!? My whole body is completely out of balance. My hips feel tad…wider? And my upper body feels lighter for some reason. I can feel a tiny force scraping against my neck. As I try to brush it aside, I realize it’s most definitely hair. Hmm…longer hair, and a thinner body? What could that mean? Well…how much time has really passed? For all I know it could have been weeks, and I’m simply starving. I am certainly hungry right now…
Slowly, I manage to stand up. My whole body feels so…strange. My legs are far smaller and more slender than before. My waist seems a bit tighter. I slowly run my hands down my chest and…HOLY SHIT!? What the hell was that!? I slowly move my hand closer to my pec again. Looking down at it, it seems to be extended forward, and covered with fat or something. Slowly, carefully, I move my hand closer to the nipple again, and pinch it. Holy shit!? What the hell is that feeling. It feels so…good!? Bad!? What the hell is going on!?

I ran my hand across my face. My features seemed…smaller? More delicate almost? Now that I was standing, I realized how much…weaker I felt. Most of my strength seemed to have drained away. My thick, toned arms seemed slender and delicate. Even my hands are thinner. What in the nine hells is happening to me!?

I look past the bars to see a small bonfire. Eight or so of the Minotaurs are sitting, or standing around it, laughing to themselves. Trolgar, the pointed at me and started staring. I felt…embarrassed, for some reason. Why is he staring directly at my chest!? I instinctively cover it with my arm, eliciting a loud laugh from all the minotaurs. I can barely hear some of them talking about something moving faster now. Wait…did they say “memories”? What could they be talking about? At least I can now look at them a little more closely. These minotaurs were massive. Their physiques are…incredibly impressive, to say the least. I don’t know I ignored it before but…where there manhoods always that big? I barely noticed it yesterday, but they’re enormous! How the hell do those loincloths hold back those things!?

Wait…why the hell am I even thinking about this!? What’s stranger is that all of the Minotaurs are men. All eight or so of them. There wasn’t a single woman or child among them. Minotaurs reproduced similar to men, although they tended to grow faster so…where were the women!? I stumble backwards as my hands run down my whole body again. My butt seems a bit more…large than I remembered. I notice that my manhood was barely brushing against my tiny loincloth…I pull it up and gasp. My manhood is…tiny. It’s barely there.

Are they turning me into a woman?

Why would they want me as a woman?

The implications are certainly…unfortunate. I’ll break out of here soon, without a doubt. I can’t let this get to me. Especially those large minotaur coc-erm, anyway. I’ll put the thought stone down for now, I don’t want to get caught using it. I should try and sleep, and maybe keep my strength up?
The Rest of this Story is available on my Furaffinity Account.