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A Duel of Humiliation

For Nataraj

By Draconicon

Maeve stood at the back of the dueling platform, knowing that it was going to be her turn to take part in the demonstrations before long. The hippo woman blushed a bit at the thought of going out there again, even though it wouldn't be the first time. Not even the tenth, time, for that matter. She took a deep breath, settling her purple robes over her chest, and then down her sides and hips.

It'll be fine. It'll be fine.

After all, she had taken part in the magic duels more than a dozen times when she was just a student, and she had another duel just last week after her graduation. It was something that she had specifically educated herself for, what with all the counterspell lessons that she had taken and all the spell analysis classes that she had been part of. She knew her stuff, she knew her business, and there were few masters that could match her in school, let alone other students.

Yet, at the same time...

The hippo turned, poking her head through the curtain that blocked off the back part of the stage from the audience. She was able to peel it back ever so slightly, and she blushed at what she saw on the other side.

Green-Hands, they called her opponent. He was green all over the place, so the hippo wasn't so sure what was so special about his hands. The orc was another one of the mages that was gunning for a spot in the graduate program here at the Academy of the Written Soul, and she knew that he was a hot contender for the four different slots that the school actually offered. If she wanted it, beating him would go a long way towards locking it down.

The problem was -

Green-Hands turned her way, and she whipped her head around, closing the curtain again as her heart suddenly felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She blushed worse as she realized that part of her anatomy was rising, too, and she glared down at the bulge in her robe.

"Down, down, down!"

She pushed it down far harder than she might have done once. She blushed worse than she ever would have done back then, but it didn't matter. It was who she was now, and it was how she had to live with it.

God, the fact that this gets me so...so blushy...

Maeve rubbed the back of her head, taking a few deep breaths and trying to think about anything but the fact that her cock had tried to jump up in her robe. The fact that it was as eager as it was meant that she had to be extra careful. Green-Hands had an advantage over her just by the fact that he was an orc. Not that it made him stronger or anything like that, but...

Well...

She shivered as she remembered seeing him again, the image of the orc in his robe, the front open, his cock barely covered by a loincloth in tribute to the people that he had come from, wearing sandals -

"Gah!"

She slapped at her bulge and promptly regretted it, the hippo biting her lips and leaning against the nearby frame that held the curtains up. She hissed through clenched teeth at the pain that was currently rippling through her groin.

But at least her dick had gone back down.

Breathe, breathe, breathe, she told herself. He doesn't know you have an orc fetish. He doesn't know about any of your fetishes. You've kept that very, very, very private, and there's no way that any of them know about...

Well, some of the students out there would know about some of her stuff. She had been rather exposed when she had graduated, back when she had been soaked with water and left almost naked. She could still remember how embarrassed and turned on she'd been at the same time when that had happened. At the same time, she knew better than to let herself think about that too much.

And it wasn't like any of the students knew what had happened after, and how she had treated herself then.

It's fine. Everything's fine.

As Maeve took one last breath, deep and full, she heard the crowd hushing on the other side of the curtains. That meant that the announcer was coming down. She pulled at her robes, settling them over her frame one last time as she got ready.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer said, loud enough to echo through the front and back room alike. "Today, we have a special treat for you. Two students, recently graduated, come back for a shot at the grad student slots here at the academy. While a win doesn't guarantee that one gets it and the other does not, a win here will go a long way towards progressing the academy staff.

"Our first competitor. You know him for his work in curses and charms, in growth spells and the druidic warp. Give it up for Green-Hands!"

She heard the applause, and she winced as it sounded a little louder than she would have liked. Was he that popular a contender? Were there that many people that might prefer him to her? Was there something that she should have -

"And our second competitor. You might not know her now, but you will soon. She is THE authority when it comes to the counter-spells, and the most contrary of spellbinders. She is the source of all knowledge when it comes to analyzing spells. Give it up for Maeeeeve!"

The hippo blushed at the praise, hoping beyond measure that she could live up to it. She stepped through the curtain as it pulled open, revealing her and her opponent to each other. She did her best to keep the red off her face as she walked down the little walkway, coming to the bigger circle in the middle.

He was a big guy, Green-Hands was, and he loomed over her in a way that she hadn't seen since the last time that she was around her...well, could she call Olag her lover? Yes, she thought she could. She looked up at the big orc, and he looked down. Green-Hands smirked.

"So, you're the big counter-speller, huh?"

"I'm...I'm very good at it, yes."

"So, am I going to be able to get you at all?"

"N-no way."

"Let's see about that..."

"Now, back to your corners, competitors. We don't want to start early, do we?"

The announcer had a good point, and the hippo hurried back to her side, trying to slow her breathing down. God, orcs were unfairly sexy. Big, muscular, the sort of guy that would be able to just pin her in place, the sort that made her look so tiny, the kind -

Ack, get out of your own head, Maeve, she told herself. This is a fight. You gotta do that first, then you can go back to your room and...and...

Yeah, there was going to be some jerking off later. A lot of jerking off.

She took one more deep breath, settling herself. The announcer was somewhere in the audience, out of the way, which meant that she had a perfect view at the big green giant on the other side of the stage. She wiggled her fingers, loosening them up for her spells, and she shifted from one large foot to the other.

Sandals. Need new sandals. These ones are almost -

"Begin!"

She yelped as she felt the orc suddenly pulling at his magic. She started to pull at her own, ready to counter anything that he threw at her, but this time, it wasn't coming for her.

It was something that he was casting on himself.

The hippo blinked, more than slightly confused as she felt his magic hit the floor. She thought, for a moment, that he was casting a spell on the stage, something that would throw her around and make things more difficult. But no, he was grinning too much for that. Green-Hands crossed his arms over his chest, and then -

"Oh...no..."

She blushed as he lifted one foot off the ground, showing that his sole was already spreading out, filling his sandal more than it should have. She blushed, trying to look away, but he wiggled his toes as they stuck out over the front of the sandal, the green flesh holding her attention.

"Heh, so it's true."

"W-what's true?"

"That you've got a foot fetish...and a big one, too, from the looks of it."

Maeve blushed, grinding her thighs together as she tried to hide the rising reaction that was trying far too hard to make itself known. Her cock was already twitching in need, oozing between her thighs, but the hippo shook her head.

"N-nothing of the sort."

"Really? That's not what I heard a week ago...back at that inn..."

"Wha - you didn't. You heard nothing!"

"Heh, then it wasn't you moaning, begging, panting about how much you love 'big sweaty feet'?"

Her cheeks could not have gotten redder, and her cock could not have been harder. She squirmed, trying to shake her head, trying to bring her focus back to the fight. But she was so flustered, and her cock was so hard, that it was hard for her to think of anything but the urge to touch herself.

Oh god, no, no, not in front of so many people. Not again.

She tried to say something, but the orc gestured at his foot again, and there was something to his authority that made her look down. She blushed worse as she saw that his sandal was on the verge of ripping, the leather straps around his ankle and between his toes just about gone. They were pulled at, dragged from the holes that anchored them, and she could see the ball of his foot now, the rest of his sole starting to slide out from around the leather barrier between the two of them.

Out of desperation, Maeve covered herself, but that only made her feel like her bulge was that much more obvious. Her cheeks burned as the orc suddenly brought his hands up, realizing that he was using this as a distraction.

Oh no, no, no!

She expected something to knock her off her feet, and she reacted with that in mind. Something to block force, some barrier. She threw it up, barely knowing what she had cast, doing it automatically. Yet...

Yet, she had reacted too quickly. She hadn't analyzed his spell, only guessed what was coming her way. And she had guessed wrong.

Instead of blocking a spell of force, she had left herself open to a spell of growth. She felt it hit her chest, and rather than leaving her untouched, she was completely affected by it. Maeve gasped as she felt the tingles of magic running through her body, warming her from the inside out. There were parts of her robes that stuck to her, getting slick and wet from the sweat that suddenly started pouring through her, and she gasped as she felt it getting worse, the warmth spreading to her hips, her ass, and her breasts.

"No...no, you didn't do that!"

"Heh, you figured it out already?" Green-Hands smirked. "You might want to de-spell it, then."

"Counterspell! It's called a counterspell!"

"Whatever. You might want to do it before it gets out of hand."

The hippo knew that he was right. It was a growth spell, and she could already feel her ass positively vibrating as it started growing, pushing out, getting thicker and heavier in the back and bouncing around along the sides. Her breasts were no better, starting to fall forward in her robe, getting more obvious.

But the worst part...

The worst part was how much her cock throbbed as the crowd stared at her. She could hear them whispering, hear the comments.

"Wow, for a grad student, she's got some huge tits."

"Forget that, I want her ass. You know what they say about big girls. They love it in the ass more than the skinny ones."

"Yeah, but look at those curves. Fuck, I want to see her naked."

"Is...is that a bulge in the front?"

"Oh, wow, guess the rumors about her not being a full female are true."

Maeve didn't know what to say, didn't know what to do. She tried to pull at her magic, but it was slipping out of her grip again and again, refusing to do what she told it to do. Every time that she tried to grab hold, she felt the sudden twinge of arousal that came with her body growing, her curves pushing out, and -

"Mmmph!"

When she finally managed to cast a spell, it backfired. Instead of making her growth stop, she sped it up. Her cock suddenly lunged forward, poking up and throbbing under her robe, lifting it up enough to show her feet. The hippo whimpered, trying to push her cock down, but there was no hiding it now.

RIIIIIP!

Nor any hiding the size of her ass as it ripped through the back of her robes. Maeve whimpered, trying to cover her chest, but her breasts were growing to the point where they just couldn't be hidden, couldn't be supported.

"And it looks like Maeve's about to lose, folks," the announcer said. "A real shame, that. She's a powerful caster, but let this be a lesson to you about what happens when you lose control. You can't hold onto your magic."

"Not to mention that you're just a pervert," Green-Hands whispered, walking across the stage to her as she kept trying to get a better grip on her powers. "Heh, I wonder if you can't cast the spell, or if you just won't. Too embarrassed, or just too into letting everyone see you for the big, slutty woman you are."

She tried to shake her head, trying one last time to try and pull herself together, but -

RIIIIIP!

The magic backfired. Her ass and hips grew so big that they ripped through the bottom half of her robe, and her breasts billowed out to rip through the top half. She had turned into a rounded, chubby, bouncing idol of fertility, not helped by the fact that her cock was pointing forward at nearly two feet long from the enforced growth.

"Wow, look at that thing."

"Thing is right. Holy shit."

"I've never seen someone get so...sexual."

"Wow, that ass..."

"And those boobs."

She kept trying to cover herself, but failed. As soon as the announcer declared her loss, she ran, her cheeks so red that she felt that they were burning off. She ran for her edge of the stage -

THUNK!

Only for her hips to get caught in the doorway. Her ass and balls faced backwards, and everyone had a perfect view of them.

She had never, ever felt so humiliated...nor ever felt so aroused from such a situation in her life.

Eventually, once the judges could calm her down enough, she was able to counterspell her way out of it. Yet, it felt like it was too little, too late. She had lost the duel, and she'd been completely humiliated in front of the entire student body. Maeve wanted to run back to her dorm and stay there, never to come out again.

In fact, she was making her way around to the back hallways of the school when someone caught her attention by clearing their throat. She turned, slowly, a new robe pulled tight around her, and found herself once more staring at someone's stomach. Slowly, she leaned her head back, finding herself looking at a trunk, then a pair of tusks, and finally, someone else's face.

An elephant. A big, big elephant.

Oh...my...

She had a moment of surprise at his sheer height before the back of her brain started coming up with different things that he might be able to do to and with her if they had a little time. As soon as she started thinking of that, certain body parts started doing things that she really, really didn't want them to do at that moment, and she shoved her legs together to keep them in place.

"Um, sorry. I didn't...I was just on my way back to the dorms," she said.

"Yeah, I figured. I wanted to ask, uh, if you minded me walking you back there."

"...You want to..."

"Yeah. Just...you know, after showing off that much, there'll be a lot of guys that'll give you a hard time. I thought, maybe, you might want some company on the way back," the elephant said.

Maeve was honestly floored. She had never been offered a bodyguard like that before, nor anyone that wanted to 'defend her honor' by keeping some of the creeps off like that. The hippo blushed, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Um, if you don't mind..."

"I don't mind at all. Lead the way."

The big guy fell in step behind her, and Maeve told herself that it was just her imagination that she could feel his eyes on her ass. There was no way that he was staring down at her now, staring at that. There would have been plenty of that on the stage earlier, and nobody would bother looking at her after that. She was -

"So, um...would it be offensive if I said that I hope you lose again? Just so I can see all that again?"

"...Meep." She rubbed her cheeks firmly, trying not to shrink into her robes right then and there. "Um...just...just a little bit..."

"Oh, um, sorry. I was trying to find a sexy way to say it, and - yeah. Um. You looked good, at least, huh?"

"Thank youuuuu."

Oh, God, her face was going to burn. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she was not prepared for awkward compliments like this. Oh, fuck.

"My name's Ruum, by the way."

"Maeve, but - oh, you already know."

"Well, I kinda already knew your ass, but not you, heh."

"...This is your...first impression of me, then?" she asked.

"Yeah. And let me say, it's a good one."

...I'm dead. No, I'm not dead, because if I was, my cheeks wouldn't be hurting this much! she thought, rubbing her cheeks again. Oh god, what if he likes me? Oh, god...oh god, oh god, oh god...

The End

Summary: In her new life as a hippo, Maeve has a bit of a disastrous first outing outside of her school career. However, she might have some fun afterward.

Tags: M/Shemale, shemale/solo, hippo, orc, foot fetish, growth, clothes ripping, butt, exhibitionism, embarrassment, humiliation, size difference, curves, exposure, forced exposure,