Your Nameplate (TF/Mc) Part 6 Draft (Patreon)

Then you shuddered as my marker once again made its way towards your chest.

All you could do is let out a small yelp before…

“Loyal Knight“

A wave of energy washes over you as the words take hold.

Your body begins to transform, growing taller and more muscular.

Gleaming armor materializes around you, encasing you in shining plates of steel.

A sword appears at your hip, its hilt fitting perfectly in your hand.

Your mind fills with an unwavering sense of duty and honor.

You stand tall, back straight and chin held high.

Your eyes scan the room, alert for any potential threats to your liege.

"My lady," you say, your voice deep and resonant. "I stand ready to serve and protect you with my life. What are your orders?"

You drop to one knee before me, bowing your head in reverence.

Your armor clinks softly as you move, the sound of well-oiled metal plates shifting against each other.

"I swear my undying loyalty to you," you intone solemnly, knowing that nothing else in your life mattered.

You saw me raising my marker again towards you, yet you didn’t even flinch.

It was my good right to write on your chest.

“Incredibly curvy Loyal Knight“

As the new words take effect, your body begins to shift beneath your armor.

Your waist pinches inward to an impossibly narrow circumference, while your chest and hips expand outward dramatically.

The gleaming plates of your armor warp and stretch, struggling to contain your new exaggerated curves.

Seams strain and buckles creak as your impossible figure pushes against the unyielding metal.

Your breastplate bulges outward, the steel molding itself to accommodate your newly enhanced chest.

The armor at your hips flares wide, accentuating the dramatic hourglass shape of your body.

You rise to your feet, wobbling slightly as you adjust to your new center of gravity.

The weight of your massive chest threatens to topple you forward, while your expansive hips and rear pull you backward.

"My lady," you say, your voice wavering slightly as you struggle to maintain your stance, even if just for a little bit. “No matter the change I shall overcome it just for you!“

You knew I would take that as my cue to write more on your chest again.

“Incredibly curvy Loyal Stone Golem Knight“

As the new words take effect, you feel your body begin to harden and solidify.

Your skin takes on a rough, craggy texture as it transforms into solid stone.

The gleaming metal of your armor fuses with your rocky form, creating an impenetrable shell.

Your exaggerated curves remain, now carved from unyielding granite.

Your massive stone breasts strain against your chestplate, while your wide hips and rear stretch the limits of your lower armor.

Cracks and fissures appear along your joints as you move, revealing glimpses of molten lava flowing beneath your stone skin.

"My lady," you rumble, your voice now deep and gravelly. "No matter my composition, I am your immovable shield, your unbreakable protector."

You take a thunderous step forward, the ground trembling beneath your massive stone feet.

Your movements are slow and ponderous, each gesture requiring great effort of your part to move fluidly.

You flex your rocky limbs, testing the strength of your new form. Small pebbles crumble away as you move, revealing glowing veins of magma beneath. The heat radiating from your core causes the air around you to shimmer.

You really were one heck of a behemoth that your mistress' enemy's first need to break through.

And it made you proud.

So much so that only now you realized that I was already in the middle scribbling the next words on your chest.

"Incredibly curvy Loyal Stone Golem Knight with a 'sexy pose' button on her back"

As the new words take effect, you feel a slight tingle at the center of your back.

Though you can't see it, you sense the presence of a new feature - a button carved into your stone form.

"My lady," you rumble, your gravelly voice tinged with confusion. "I feel... different, somehow. But I assure you, my dedication to your protection remains unwavering."

You stand at attention, your massive stone form radiating strength and power.

Your exaggerated curves cast dramatic shadows as you await further orders.

Suddenly, you feel a pressure on your back - my finger pressing the newly formed button.

Without warning or control, your body begins to move of its own accord.

Your rocky limbs shift and contort, forcing you into an exaggerated pose.

Your massive stone breasts thrust forward as your back arches dramatically.

One hand moves to your hip while the other runs sensuously through your hair, which has transformed into flowing strands of crystalline minerals.

Your stone legs cross at the ankles, emphasizing the curves of your hips and rear.

Your face, once stoic and determined, now bears an expression of sultry allure, complete with pouty lips and half-lidded eyes.

"…!" you tried to make a sound, but your mouth wouldn’t move from its pouted position.

You try to move anything else, to return to your guard stance, but your body remains locked in the provocative position.

Small pebbles crumble away as you strain against the pose, but ultimately, there was nothing you could do.

You were pretty much a statue now, in every sense that mattered.

Until I pressed the button again, and you felt the strength return to all of your limbs. Or rather, you felt the control return to your body.

"Oh my!" you exclaim, trying to remain dignified. "I... I don't know what's came over me, my lady. This pose felt most improper for a knight! I will return to…"

And then there was another press against your button, sending jolts through your body.

Once again, your stone body moves against your will, contorting into another provocative pose.

This time, you find yourself leaning forward, your massive rocky breasts thrust outward as if on display.

One hand rests on your hip while the other is raised above your head, as if you're about to twirl.

Your legs are crossed at the ankles, emphasizing the curve of your impossibly wide hips.

You struggle internally against the pose, your knightly training battling with the magical compulsion.

Cracks appear along your joints as you strain, revealing glimpses of the molten core within.

But no matter how hard you try, you can't break free of the alluring stance.

Until I pressed the button again.

"I assure you," you spoke, trying to act like nothing ever happened, "I will always protect you, no matter why I am forced to pose like that. I will break through that… somehow.”

Although even you weren’t convinced of that.

And then I approached your nameplate with my marker again.

You had a feeling something degrading was incoming again…

"Incredibly curvy Loyal Stone Golem Knight with a 'sexy pose' button on her back and exaggerated jiggle physics"

As the new words take effect, you feel a strange tingling sensation throughout your stone body.

Though still made of solid rock, your exaggerated curves suddenly take on a more fluid quality.

"My lady," you rumble, confusion evident in your gravelly voice. "I feel... peculiar. As if my very form has become less stable."

You take a tentative step forward, and immediately realize the extent of the change.

Despite being carved from solid stone, your massive breasts bounce and sway with exaggerated motion.

Your wide hips and rear jiggle and shake with every slight movement, sending ripples through your rocky form.

"This is most unusual," you mutter, trying to maintain your knightley composure. “But I can handle this much… ah“

You again felt me scribbling more into your nameplate.

"Incredibly curvy Loyal Stone Golem Knight with a 'sexy pose' button on her back and exaggerated and unstoppable jiggle physics."

As the new word "unstoppable" takes effect, you feel the strange tingling sensation intensify throughout your stone body.

Your exaggerated curves seem to come alive with constant motion.

"My lady," you rumble, alarm evident in your gravelly voice. "I... I can't seem to control my movements!"

Even standing still, your massive stone breasts bounce and sway wildly, as if caught in a violent earthquake.

Your wide hips and rear jiggle and shake uncontrollably, sending waves of motion rippling through your entire rocky form.

You try to take a step forward, but the movement sets off a chain reaction of bounces and jiggles that threatens to topple you. Your arms flail as you struggle to maintain balance, each motion causing more exaggerated wobbling.

"This is... most undignified!" you exclaim, your voice shaking from the constant motion. "How was I…”

That’s when you feel a touch on the button of your back.

As soon as the button on your back is pressed, your stone body moves against your will once again.

This time, the pose is even more provocative than before.

You find yourself bent forward at the waist, your massive rocky breasts thrust outward and bouncing wildly.

One hand is placed suggestively on your hip while the other runs through your crystalline hair.

Your legs are spread wide, emphasizing the curve of your impossibly wide hips and rear.

The exaggerated jiggle physics combined with the forced pose create a truly embarrassing display.

You couldn’t move anymore, but your ass and boobs sure didn’t get that memo.

Every part of your curvy stone body wobbles and shakes uncontrollably.

Waves of motion ripple constantly through your form, causing small pebbles and dust to crumble away.

Although those seemed to growing anew just as fast as they break away.

You really were just a sexy knight statue whose assets were in perpetual bouncing motion.

It even made it harder for me to write on your nameplate, but it was nothing I couldn’t manage after a while.

"Incredibly curvy Loyal Stone Golem Knight with a toggle switch between modes 'sexy pose' and ‘sexy dancing’ on her back and exaggerated and unstoppable jiggle physics."

As the new words take effect, you feel the button on your back transform into a toggle switch.

A wave of dread washes over you as you realize the implications.

You remain frozen in your current provocative pose, your stone body jiggling uncontrollably.

Suddenly, you feel the switch on your back flip.

In an instant, your body springs to life.

No longer locked in a static pose, you begin to dance seductively.

Your massive stone breasts bounce and sway hypnotically as your hips gyrate in wide circles.

Your arms move gracefully through the air, running sensuously over your curves.

Your stone body moves with surprising fluidity as you dance, each motion accentuating your exaggerated curves.

Your hips swivel and pop, sending shockwaves through your impossibly wide rear.

Your massive breasts bounce and jiggle wildly, threatening to break free from your stone armor.

"My lady!" you cry out, your voice strained as you struggle against the compulsion to dance. "This is most improper for a knight! Please make myself stop! I cannot protect you like this!"

But your protests fall on deaf ears as your body continues its sensual performance.

You twirl and dip, your crystalline hair flowing around you.

Your face, once stoic and determined, now bears an expression of sultry allure.

The constant motion causes small cracks to form along your joints, revealing glimpses of the molten core within.

Pebbles and dust crumble away from your form, only to be quickly reformed to its original glory.

You thought you would never be able to be stopped, when suddenly the switch flipped again.

As the switch flips back, your body freezes mid-dance, locking into another provocative pose. This time, you find yourself with one leg raised high, arms outstretched alluringly, chest thrust forward. Though static once again, your exaggerated stone curves continue to jiggle and bounce uncontrollably.

‘This is most undignified for a knight.’ You had no voice in this state and still you swore to yourself deep inside. ‘I swear my loyalty remains unwavering, my lady, even if my body betrays me so.’

You struggle internally against the pose and the constant jiggling, your knightly training battling with the magical compulsion.

But no matter how you try, you cannot break free.

You are at the mercy of the switch on your back and your own unstoppable bouncing curves.

Just as you think things can't get more humiliating, you notice me approaching with the marker once again.

Your stone eyes widen in a mix of anticipation and dread as you wonder what new impossible trait will be added to your already absurd form.

But then, with a soft wipe from my handkerchief, your body reverted again.

By this point, you were used to the feeling of having your mind return to you, and still the thought of the situation before made you blush.

You don’t know if this routine was ever going to stop as you watched my marker approach your chest once again.