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Comm43 - Princesses to Peasants
🕑 Added 2024-03-16 18:32:25 +0000 UTC[Contains Bimbo TF, reality warp, mental changes, mind fuckery, and prim princess to lowly peasant conversion]
“Um, are you sure this is where we are supposed to be?” Princess Peach asked skeptically.
“I’m positive we’re in the right place.” Princess Daisy furrowed her brow. “I just don’t know why the hotel isn’t here!”
Rosalina slowly floated ahead. Before the trio were three simple, worn-down huts made of mud bricks covered in a roof of tightly-bound hay - a far cry from the luxury resort they had intended to travel to. Besides a handful of makeshift farm sheds and animal shelters, nothing else within miles of their location showed any signs of human activity.
With a wave of her magical wand, Rosalina shot a single star bit at the ground. She quickly inspected her wand, then turned back to the other two princesses accompanying her. “I can confirm that we are precisely at the correct location.”
“Oh dear…” Peach sighed.
“Told you I didn’t get us lost!” Daisy muttered, crossing her arms and looking away defiantly.
“Well, at least we can still have relaxing mud baths.” Rosalina commented earnestly.
Peach and Daisy turned to each other and shared an uneasy glance, then looked out at the puny little village. There was definitely no shortage of mud, but bathing in it was just about the last thing either of them wanted to do at the moment.
Despite their disappointment, there was a subtle curiosity nagging away at the back of the trio’s minds. Who lived here, and why did their travel map direct them here? That curiosity was luring them in.
A bit of brain fog set into their heads, making it difficult to resist the urge to explore. Without saying a word, the trio all began towards the huts.
Peach lifted her dress to prevent it from dirtying, but Daisy simply trudged through with no regard to her clothes’ cleanliness. In fact, the boisterous princess’ heeled pumps both slipped off her feet as they stuck to the wet ground, but Daisy continued as if nothing happened - her need to investigate was growing to be her only concern. Rosalina, meanwhile, moved while floating just above the ground.
“Um, Daisy, your shoes… um…” Peach began, but Daisy didn’t pay her any mind.
“Helloooo? Is anyone hoooome?” Daisy knocked on the door of the middle hut, causing the flimsy door to creak open. Inside was a single room featuring a worn wooden table and chair, a small chest of drawers, and a pile of hay in place of a bed. The hut was currently unoccupied. “Oookayyy, how ‘bout we check round back?”
Behind the tiny hut was an empty field and a wheelbarrow full of potatoes, but no people.
By the time Peach caught up, she’d kicked off her shoes and thrown caution to the wind. Staying clean felt pointless now that they were in the thick of it… In fact, she was beginning to feel as though getting dirty was simply a natural fact of life when doing things outside.
“Hmm…? Do you hear that?” Peach wondered aloud once she’d caught her breath.
“Hear what, Penny?” Daisy asked.
“Huh? Wh-what did you just say?”
“I said, ‘hear what, Peachy?’” Daisy hadn’t even noticed that she used a different name for her fellow princess.
“O-oh… Well, there’s- there is something makin’ a ruckus from over there.” Peach pointed to one of the animal shelters next to the leftmost hut. None of the women present recognised that Peach had used contractions for what was likely the first time in her life.
“Hmm… Now that you mention it, I hear somethin’ coming from this one, too.” Rosalina nodded toward a larger animal shelter by the rightmost hut. A faint mooing sound could be heard in the distance.
As the other two ladies wandered to the sources of the animal sounds, Daisy idly picked up a potato from the wheelbarrow. As she looked at the vegetable in her hand, she noticed she was no longer wearing her silky white gloves, despite knowing for a fact that she hadn’t taken them off. That didn’t bother her as much as she thought it should, because an urge - no, an instinct - was pulling her attention toward the empty field: she needed to get to work planting these taters!
When Peach reached her destination, she realised it was a chicken coop full of little chicks! “Oh, babies! Who left y’all here by yer lonesome, darlin’s!?” The woman got down on all fours so she could crawl into the chicken coop, in the process ripping her pretty pink dress as it got snagged in several places by wooden splinters. While it was once fine fabric, her dress now consisted of a shoddier quality of cloth that was prone to tears - as such, a number of patchwork repair jobs grew on her clothes as if they were alive. Peach didn’t notice, let alone care, that her attire had begun to change around her body.
“Babies! My babies! My lil chicks!! Don’tchya worry darlin’s, mama’s here now…” She picked up a little chick and lightly nuzzled it. All the small birds chirped and squeaked joyfully now that they had a mama to look after them!
Rosalina, meanwhile, found a little cow sitting all alone on some straw. It had adorably splotchy black and white markings all over it and a big, boopable nose. As soon as it laid eyes on Rosalina, the cow perked up and dopily shuffled over to its farmer.
“Moo, moo!”
The space princess covered her mouth as she gasped. “Ohhhh, aren’t you just the cutest thing!” Without realising it, Rosalina set foot on solid ground. Her magical aptitude was draining away, leaving her unable to even float. “Such a precious lil moo moo, ain’tchya!”
“Moo!” The cow leaned into Rosalina’s touch as she petted its soft head. It was gently shaking as it stood by the woman’s side.
“Oh lil moo moo! Yer tremblin’! Oh darlin’, you haven’t been milked in ages, have you?”
“M-moo…”
Sweeping into action, Rosa rolled up her sleeves, grabbed the nearest bucket and stool, set up under the cow, and began to milk. “That’s it… There’s a good moo moo… Just let it aaaaall out… Mama Rutha- um, R-Rosalina’s here… That’s it~”
It didn’t even register to her that her once-shiny teal dress had lost its lustre, and was fading to a dull grey hue. Little splashes of milk hit her clothes, prompting old stains to reveal themselves which were certainly not there before. Eventually, she had to push a lock of her hair out of her eyes, which was growing more and more unkempt by the second.
The former space princess’ brain fog got worse, preventing her from questioning why she was here milking this cow, but it almost didn’t matter since she had already developed an attachment to the adorable farm animal.
All the while, Daisy had found a makeshift wooden hoe and had begun to till the muddy fields. “Who could’ve left these taters out in the sun like that!? Lazy, no-good bums! Can’t waste no taters… P-potaters…” She briefly questioned why her voice was gaining an uncouth drawl, but her mind was too hazy to linger on the ‘hows’ or ‘whys’.
As she worked hard in the fields, Daisy wished she wasn’t wearing such an impractical outfit. Almost as if reacting to her thoughts, her muddy dress began to shorten in length as if by magic. Much like with the other had-been princesses, Daisy’s clothes slowly lost their fine craftsmanship until they were naught but crude rags sewn together.
The trio continued their lowly chores until the sun began to set, at which point they met back up in front of their little huts.
“How could anyone abandon such a precious lil moo moo…” Rosalina twirled a lock of her dry, messy hair around her finger. She didn’t even notice there were now pieces of straw tied in with knotted clumps of hair.
“I know, right!? How could they leave mah poor baby chicks all on their lonesome?” Peach added.
“I busted my arse makin’ sure the taters didn’t go to waste today! Urk, I could use a bath right ‘bout now…” Daisy looked around, but couldn’t see the carriage they’d arrived in. “Uhhh, saya ladies, anyone seen our horse n’ buggy anywhere?”
The other two former royals scanned their surroundings. No horse or carriage could be found.
“Darned horse! Where’d that rascal run off to!?” Daisy grumbled with a facepalm. She almost didn’t even care that she’d just wiped half-dried dirt all over her face.
“I’m knackered…” Peach yawned very loudly and impolitely. “I think I’m gonna hit the hay for now… W-we can sort this all out in the mornin’...”
Peach then turned around and headed to her hut, followed soon by Rosalina heading to hers as well.
“P-Pench!? Rutha!? Get yer ruddy arses back here!” Daisy cried, but to no avail. “Ughhh… Fuck it, I’m not searchin’ for some flippin’ horse all by myself!” She resigned herself to also turning in for the night.
Each woman collapsed onto their piles of straw after a hard day’s work. Between their exhausted bodies and hazy minds, it wasn’t hard for them to fall into deep sleep.
—
In their dreams, the partially changed women were caught in a maelstrom of memories. Their minds, identities, and even histories were being unwoven in their frantic dream states, only to be remade into new ones.
Peach began at home in her castle, wearing her elegant crown and pretty pink dress. She was baking a cake, but she’d forgotten the recipe. Milk and eggs filled her bowl, but the only other ingredient on hand was a potato. She turned to search for her cookbook, but behind her the castle walls were melting! Their pristine white paint washed away to reveal muddy blocks collapsing around her.
“Prrrrinceasant Pennnnn…” Toadsworth’s distorted voice echoed out from all directions.
Gold coins rained down from above, knocking her crown to the ground. When the disoriented woman reached out to grab it, her crown reformed into a simple, dirty bonnet. Peach refused to pick it up, but the headwear lunged at her and tied itself tightly around her head!
Peanch’s mind was wrung dry from the bonnet’s tight embrace, rapidly draining her mental capacity.
A series of Toads then waddled into sight, only to begin chirping frantically!
“B-babies! Mah babies!!” Pennch cried, reaching out to her subjects. As she did so, her regal attire shredded apart, revealing her unkempt body below. “Where’re mah babies!?”
The mushroom-capped heads of all the Toads began to crack, and soon crumbled away to reveal little chicks that ran toward Penny! They multiplied in numbers until hundreds of little birds stampeded through the peasant’s body as if it were incorporeal. Each chick that passed through Penny warped her form a tiny bit more: larger breasts; frizzier hair; wider hips; spacier eyes; rounder butt; plumpier lips; and thicker thighs. By the time every chicken babe had run off, Penny was left as an unkempt, voluptuous bimbo peasant!
Daisy, meanwhile, was faring no better than her pink counterpart. She ran through the halls of her castle in Sarasaland from one coffer to the next, but each time she opened a massive vault door, a tidal wave of potatoes would erupt outwards!
She ran from the oncoming taters as fast as she could, but they seemingly chased her through the massive, empty corridors. Darsy leapt out of a window and ran through the green fields of her kingdom, but she was slowed tremendously as the ground beneath her turned to sticky mud. Her dress was tattered and filthy, and she had lost her crown at some point along the way.
When Darly turned to face her castle, all she could see was a tornado of potatoes bearing down on her! Much like with Penny, Darla’s body was seemingly incorporeal as thousands of taters were flung through her changing form. Her body got bustier and curvier to perfectly fit her new clothes; or rather, her old rags. On top of that, her hands became tough and scarred from a lifetime of working the fields.
Before she knew it, she had forgotten all about Sarasaland and its wealth. She was a just a simple peasant too!
In Rosalina’s dreams, she swam through colliding and distorting memories as if they were stars being torn apart by a black hole. Her observatory home crashed into a field like a meteor! When the smoke cleared, naught but a hut and an animal shelter were standing in the crater it made.
“Mama!”
A luma’s voice called out, followed by a chorus of other lumas as countless of the star beings circled overhead.
“Mama!”
“Moma!”
“Mamoo!”
“Momoo!”
“Moomoo!”
“Moo, moo!”
“Moo!”
“Moo!!”
Each luma phased through Ruthalina’s body as they rushed into the animal shelter, and in the process, transformed their farmer- mama? -bit by bit. Her teeth grew crooked and gapped, her hair became knotted and tangled, and her body mass shifted. Before long, her tiddies, ass, and hips were exaggerated to new proportions.
Rutha stumbled into her animal shelter as she held her dizzy head only to see the swarm of lumas tightly bunched together. They rapidly melted and began to fuse with each other into the form of a cow: her cow! Her lovely lil moo moo named Moo Moo! Ruth had, of course, thought of no better name than that for a cow.
—
When the three peasants awoke, their bodies matched how they were after the ethereal transformations in their nightmares. Beyond that, they remembered nothing from their dreams; they remembered nothing of their former lives at all. In fact, they had no former lives. Reality had been warped such that Princesses Peach, Daisy, and Rosalina never existed to begin with! Now, Penny, Darla, and Ruth were simple peasants, and they always had been.
The trio left their little huts and gathered at the center of their tiny village, where they found a strange treasure chest.
“Darla, have yous been digging up strange things again?” Penny sighed.
“Hush you! I dug up nuthin’!” Darla snapped back, placing her muddy hands on her hips. “Yer chickies must’a laid this here huge egg or sumthin’!”
“Don’tchyu bring mah babies into this!!” Penny huffed.
Ruth, meanwhile, fiddled with the flat rectangular chest until it swung open. Inside was a pile of shiny gold coins and flawless, precious jewels!
None of the women knew it, but that chest was a manifestation of the reality warping curse they’d been hit with. All they needed to do was touch a single treasure, and their curse would be lifted, returning them to their lives as princesses.
“What in tarnation is that?” Ruth gawked in disgust. “Those are the nastiest lookin’ taters I’ve ever seen!”
“Those ain’t mine!” Darla burst defensively. “For all you know, that could be yer moo moo’s milk!”
“Moo Moo would never!” Ruth gasped, holding her hands close to her busty chest. “She’s a precious lil moo moo that only gives the best of milk!!”
“Ow!! Darned milk! It’s hurtin’ mah eyes!” Penny squinted as a ray of sunlight reflected off the shiny coins.
“It’s not Moo Moo’s milk, dunderhead!” Ruth slammed the chest shut again, much to Penny’s relief.
“Who cares what it is!?” Darla interjected. “What’re we supposed to do with it?”
“Just make sure it don’t attack mah eyes again!” Penny kicked the wooden chest with her bare foot.
Later that day, the peasants returned to the chest after a hard day’s work to cover it in dirt and hay. They patted down a flat area on top of their makeshift dirt table and decided to use it as their new trading post.
—
From that day on, Penny, Darla, and Ruth lived out their simple little lives as simple little peasants. They’d meet up at their trading post in the village center every day to chat and exchange their goods with each other.
The treasure remained in its chest, hidden under a thin layer of mud and straw: always present, and always prepared to gift them their alternate lives back. The horde of wealth was, however, quickly forgotten and would never be seen by the bimbo peasants again.
