	"Just what is the meaning of this?" Notching an arrow to her bow, Sylvanas Windrunner crept down the road before her. Fog settled over her surroundings, obscuring her vision as she tread down a path littered with nothing but stone and long dead trees. The energies flowing to the Nexus had called her here, and though it took some time to get used to, she found herself flourishing in the battles among heroes, especially when it came to slaying faces she knew. But something told the Forsaken leader that this time was different, that what had brought her to these plane was not what she had come to know as the will of the Nexus.
	While the ranger took her time in exploring her surroundings, another had already set their sights on her. Shadows seemed to blanket the figure as they watched Sylvanas, wisps of darkness obscuring the stalker to even the keenest of sights. Slowly the shadows receded and revealed a small figure, the Fel Queen Chromie. Her skin had become a thick green thanks to the Nexus' tampering, her usual robes replaced with royal armor that emphasized her bustline, the Fel-energies of the Nexus had swollen her chest from its humble beginnings to a plump C-cup on Chromie's miniature form. The gnome's hips having grown noticeably as well, their expansive size more fit for a goblin broodmother than a small gnome. The corrupt Queen's full lips turning to a twisted smile as she sashays towards Sylvanas.
	Each step the Windrunner sister took was something she would soon regret, but as far as she knew the lane was uninhabited. Giddily, Chromie watched from the fog as Sylvanas finally neared the trap she had set. Obscured by fog but there nonetheless, was a single hourglass, the sand inside replaced by twisting and turning wisps of green flame. Slowly, Chromie's tongue ran across her lips in anticipation, the tension in the air palpable as she eagerly awaited the triggering of the trap. Fortunately for her and unfortunately for Sylvanas, she did not have to wait long. One firm footfall and the hourglass sprung open, its vortex of flame soaring towards Sylvanas. "Urgh, treachery!" With a shout of indignation, the ranger tried to leap backwards in order to avoid the flame but she was too late, the Fel magic easily consumed her form, engulfing her in its corrupted touch.
	"Ooh, you fell for it~. Good job 'Queen of the Forsaken'~." Giggling to herself, Chromie finally stepped from her hiding place and next to the towering pillar of flames that was once Sylvanas. Reaching out, the Fel Queen's claw dug into the flames, causing the green inferno to recede and reveal the ranger underneath. The ranger was unharmed but wore a look of pure hatred upon her face as the flames that surrounded her withdrew, forming manacles and chains that tug into the ground, illuminating the dim path with their green hue.
	Gritting her teeth, and holding back a growl deep in her throat, Sylvanas spat at the Fel Queen. "Just what do you think you're doing you foul gremlin? Release me at once!" The Fel-fetters dug deep into Sylvanas as she struggled against them, causing her to grunt as she tried to ignore the searing corruption.
	"Ufufufu~. You're awfully feisty Sylvanas, and here I was about to give you the offer of the lifetime." With a hand on her hip, Chromie strolled up to her captive, making sure to put a special emphasis on her waist with every step. "You have conviction, I like that!" Reaching out, she slid a finger across the soft light blue of Sylvanas's skin, coaxing another grunt of outrage from the ranger and further jerking of the chains. "Ever since I accepted Fel magic, I've truly grown to love it. So much that I feel like I need to share with someone. I've spent so many nights all alone without a hand-servant to wait on me!...And then I saw you and just knew we were meant to be together~."
	"You degenerate little-! What makes you think that I would ever allow myself to serve another?!" Utter rage kindled beneath Sylvanas's words as she began to struggle against her bindings even fiercer than before. "Once I break free of this trap, I'll show you just how I became Queen!"
	A soft giggle floated across the air as Chromie held a finger to her plump lips, her eyes narrow as she gazed at the indignant Windrunner. "Oh I think you'll find my argument very convincing. Fel magic has a way with bringing people over to my side, especially when it corrupts them~." Slowly, the Fel Queen's hands slid up her body starting from her thighs, trailing the curves of her sides before finally cupping her breasts. "The best thing is, I don't need to do a thing. You'll corrupt yourself, your desires and lusts will change you into the perfect little servant for me!"
	This time, the captured ranger let out a hoarse laugh. "You think Fel magic can do anything to my discipline? Are you ignorant of what I've managed to accomplish? What I've endured?" Gathering her strength, Sylvanas tensed and lifted her arms, causing the ground around her to crack as the Fel-chains struggled to keep her still. "Fel magic is slow, and I can promise you, by the time even the smallest bit of your corruption has entered me. I will be free, free to let loose an arrow into your foul little heart!"
	"Aww, you think so?" Letting out a soft whine, a pout framed itself upon Chromie's face. "I was so excited to see you with a nice perverse body! Thick hips that flow into wide thighs, perfect for hopping up and down upon a slick shaft. Or maybe even huge breasts, straining against your cloth, bouncing with every breath you take~." Lifting a finger up to her lips and Chromie began to slowly run her tongue across it, letting out a small moan as she did. "Of course it'd be even better if you were like me, a plump little slut~. When you're as small as me, everything feels so filling, so nice and thick...A normal man's shaft feels like a feast."
	Regardless of her earlier bravado, Sylvanas felt these words sink in, and for a moment she fantasized. 'Just what would it be like, is she telling the truth?' And that was the crack the Fel magic needed to worm its way inside of her, the flames that once licked at her bare skin now seeping inside. "You foul little slut, you really think I would prostate myself before someone?" Sylvanas snapped at Chromie, but her burning hot rage from before was barely there, her mind preoccupied with imagining the sensations of a seductive form such as the Fel Queen before her. Taking a moment, Sylvanas pulled in a deep breath of air in order to clear her mind of the perverse thoughts, but the warm presence of the bands on her flesh filled her with a feeling she had long forgotten, and instead the visions in her mind grew more vivid.
	Chuckling to herself, Chromie delighted in the scene before her. A small blush had grown across Sylvanas's face as her brow was furrowed, the ranger desperately trying to refocus on breaking free. But all of her effort was for naught as the Fel Queen began to work her magic, speeding along the passage of time and hastening the Fel magic's corruption. At first the ranger's waist and breasts seemed to grow larger but then it became clear that she wasn't growing in those areas, just shrinking in the rest. While Sylvanas's body seemed to lose inches upon inches of height, her chest remained buxom as ever. As deep in concentration as she was, she had yet to notice these changes, but as her clothing grew taut around her, she began to find difficulty breathing. In alarm, Windrunner's eyes shot open, only to see her gradually shrinking down to eye level with Chromie, and before she could scream bloody murder, a moan echoed from her lips. Her entire body felt as though it was being stretched and pumped full of warmth, letting out small gasps she could only delay the pleasure-filled moans seeking to escape her chest as she found her clothing becoming even tighter than before. The taut leather of Sylvanas's wear let out squeaks as it was shrunk down even further than she was, her firm breasts fighting alongside her ample hips to be free. Soon Windrunner could do little more than pant as only a few inches separated her from being equal height to Chromie, her body still feeling stretched taut and still full of throbbing warmth.
	Inch by agonizing inch was stolen from Sylvanas, and as she neared Chromie's height she began to feel that warmth inside her flow into her chest and waist, making her already stacked form even more well-endowed. The ranger's mind was overrun with pleasure, every nerve of her body seemed to be aflame as her sensitivity skyrocketed, and her mind was hounded with images of lewd acts. "I-It's s-so good...W-why is it so gooood?" Letting out a deep breath, the now diminutive ranger shuddered in ecstasy, her over-endowed body bouncing all the while. "I-I look so stupid b-but it feels so right!" More and more her butt and hips swelled as well, as though her height was being ferried away to ensure she could become a good broodmother. Every breath she took seemed to make her now expansive hips shake, something she was cognizant of. In a recess of her mind, a tiny portion that she was still to proud to admit existed, she was overrun with a singular thought 'how would a thick cock feel between my plump thighs?'
	"Hm, I warned you~. Fel magic makes a very good argument." Now eye to eye, Chromie slid her hands across Sylvanas's shaking form, over-stimulating the ranger caught in the throes of corrupt-ecstasy. "Time for a little taste~." Leaning forward, Chromie locked lips with the freshly shrunk ranger, her tongue digging into the almost insensate Windrunner's mouth, her tongue forcing the ranger's into submission. Slowly the Fel Queen broke the kiss, leaving the already panting victim before her stunned and with a further reddened face. "Mmh, delicious~...But a certain part of me wants to meet those lips even more now!"
	The jade hands of the Fel Queen made their way down Sylvanas's body, the claws lightly dragged across her skin, adding to the shivers of the freshly shrunk woman. Finding themselves at Windrunner's hips, the pair of hands gripped her tightly before Chromie began to bring her hips to meet her victim's, lewdly grinding them together. "As a Queen without a King I have...needs. And from now on you'll be helping me with them~." Even as her shackles dug into her skin and Sylvanas found her mind growing more corrupt by the second, she could feel something far more Fel-enriched enter the air, a scent that was far too primal. "A-ah! I-it's always so tender coming out!" As the Fel Queen's crotch rubbed up against the ranger's, she began to feel something grow between them, a mass of resistance that had some take but was still firm. The scent in the air began to grow even stronger and more overpowering as well, hanging heavy between the two shortstacks, the powerful smell awakening something inside of Sylvanas, her lower lips beginning to leak and stain her tights.
	"Ooh, that's some nice lube you have there 'Queenie'~. Actually I think it might just be what I n-needed! Ungh!" Chromie's words at first taunting, she let out a sudden grunt and a nastily wet noise echoed throughout the fog which lead into a deep thunk as something hit the ground. The smell in the air was unbearable at this point, forcing the shackled banshee to take in deep breathes if she didn't want to choke, but also making her just take in more of it. In her delirious haze of lust she peered downwards, to where her crotch was pressing up against Chromie's and was horrified at what she saw. The green-skinned mage's pants had torn apart at the seams to reveal a wiry bush of hair on her crotch but that wasn't what petrified Sylvanas, it was the thick and veiny cock that hung from the Fel-gnome's legs.
	"W-what the-!" In her shock, Sylvanas's mind grew ignorant of the pleasurable touch of corruption and instead her eyes locked to the still growing shaft of Chromie. With every second that passed, the cock seemed to grow another inch, the veins running along it throbbing as the emeral length began to snake between the Windrunner sister's legs. And as Sylvanas lost track of the enormous cock's head, her gaze wandered back to the base of the cock and then noticed the package hanging underneath. Just like how Chromie's girth was still growing, so too was her sack, the bundled-up skin getting fuller and fuller but never losing its wrinkled surface, and still framed by the gnome's thick bush. More and more Chromie's package expanded, the Fel Queen needing to spread her legs to make room for the sheer size of her ballsack, droplets of sweat running across the wrinkles and dripping onto the ground. Finally Sylvanas had an answer to what that scent was, it was the cock-musk coming from Chromie's corrupt shaft. "H-how...Wh-where?"
	Letting out a soft chuckle, Chromie swung her hips forward, making her shaft that still speared the gap between Sylvanas's legs bob up and slap lewdly against her crotch. "Oooh, is the little girl afraid of seeing a nice, thick cock~? How about I give you a closer look?!" Snapping her fingers, the chains that bound Sylvanas began to pull her to the ground as Chromie drifted backwards, the weight of her enormous cock and ballsack weighing seemingly nothing to her and leaving Sylvanas face to face with the head of the Fel Queen's shaft. The head was a deep and dark green as it Sylvanas gazed into it, already droplets of pre dripped from between its lips, and with her face so close the ranger could feel the heat of the organ warm her cheeks. She wanted to plug her nose, to close her eyes and ignore the nasty shaft before her, but something told her different, some part of her forced her to gaze at the fuckstick before her, to breathe in its musk. "Beautiful isn't it?"
	So close to the shaft, Sylvanas could make out every vein, every detail of the cock. The shaft thicker than either of her thighs and longer than her legs, each testicle hanging under it more than the size of her head. "Y-you p-perverse mo-monster! Wh-what are you p-planning!?" Trying her hardest, Sylvanas could only tear her eyes away from the thick python in front of her for a second to glare at Chromie. But as her eyes returned to gazing longly at the cock before her, she found herself subconsciously taking in deep breaths of musk, staining her crotch with her own arousal.
	Thrusting her hips forward, Chromie ground her cock right into Sylvanas's nose. "Just giving you a nice big whiff of it of course~. I don't think I need to do anything else, in fact I know you want it!" The gnome's tongue glided across her lips as she looked down upon the chained figure before her, her cock rubbing back and forth, smearing its fluids. Even this small stimulation when combined with the growing satisfaction of the Dark Lady herself being twisted into her plaything, gave Chromie a high unlike anything else. Back and forth she made sure to utterly stain the face of the Forsaken leader, turning her further into a hot panting mess as the Fel-gnome's corrupted musk wormed its way inside of her, staining her from the inside with the smell of a thick, nasty, sweaty cock. "Give it a niiiice long kiss~, and then maybe I'll treat your face like the pussy it is and pump it full of my hot cum~." Leaning back, Chromie's cock left the ranger's face, leaving a strand of pre that kept them connected.
	Sylvanas's mind was locked up as she stared blankly at the cock ahead of her. She was the Queen, THE QUEEN. She had scrounged her way up to a position that befit, a position of superiority. Would she really lose it to some nasty, sweaty, wrinkly, tasty cock?... Yes. Yes she would. Eagerly Sylvanas lurched forward and her lips met the lips of Chromie's cock, the ranger greedily lapping at the thick pre that leaked from the shaft. Shakes and shudders coursed throughout Sylvanas as she finally gave into the lust building inside of her, she needed this cock, she loved this cock. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in as much musk as she could, making her brain get drunk on the pleasure Chromie's scent brought.
	Chromie gazed down at her work, her cruel smile returned as the once proud Forsaken Queen sloppily made out with the tip of her shaft, sending shivers that resonated throughout the gnome's body. "Aaah~, you made the right chose you little slut!" Shifting back and forth, Chromie pressed her cock head firmly against Sylvanas's lips, her package letting out wet slaps as it swung back and forth. "Now you better open up, because here comes your reward~!" The banshee-turned-slut eagerly opened her mouth as Chromie reared back before thrusting forward, slamming the head of her far too large shaft into Sylvanas's mouth. Instantly the shackled slut began to moan out, slurping down the sweat and pre leaking from the green shaft spearing her lips, her lewd form automatically relaxing in order to accept the mighty cock. "Doing good so far Sylvie~, now lets keep goooing~!" Pushing even harder, more of the sweaty, nasty, musky cock disappeared into the broken ranger's maw, stretching her mouth wide as the head began to breach her throat. Several inches were already jammed inside of Sylvanas and if she looked she would have noticed the almost miles of cock left, but the ranger was ignorant of that, instead caught in the pleasure of having her face stuffed with man-meat. Greedily she slurped the shaft, trying to bring it deeper inside of her, something that her new mistress allowed, Chromie thrusting forward and slamming her thick head into Sylvanas's throat.
	The corruption had prepared Windrunner's new body well, her throat easily stretching to accommodate the gigantic cock as it snaked its way inside of her. Her tongue ran the length of the shaft as more was fed into her, no longer getting a constant coating of pre upon her tastebuds but now slurping up sweat with an even stronger stench. Deeper and deeper she was speared with cock, but she forced herself to take it, her pussy turning into a sloppy mess thanks to her arousal. Slap, slap slap. As Chromie thrust back and forth, her balls swinging to meet with Sylvanas's chin as the shortstack greedily accepted more cock into her maw. "Mhhf!" The ranger's eyes rolled back into her head as her lips finally met the base of the Fel Queen's shaft, her face being ground against the gnome's pubic mound.
	"Great job Slut-runner, you managed to take me to the root!" Shifting back and forth, the corrupted gnome dragged Sylvanas with her, the queen-turned-fucksleeve unwilling to let so much as an inch of cock escape her grasp. "You did so well in fact, I think you've earned a nice and creamy reward~." Suddenly, Chromie leaned forward and grabbed hold of Sylvanas's long, pointed ears, the sensitive organs making the cocksleeve shudder and writhe around her owner's shaft. "Nice handle bars!" Letting out a chipper giggle at her own joke, Chromie roughly jerked back her hips as she tugged on the Forsaken Queen's ears, violently dragging her length from the depths of Sylvanas's throat before slamming it back inside, pulling the ranger's ears past her waist to force even more gnomecock inside. Back and forth Chromie pounded, stretching out her new toy's throat and making her belly distend in the shape of her cock, Sylvanas's lips lewdly slapping against the hairy base of the gnome's sweaty length. "A-ah, sh-shit I may come already~! Your mouth-pussy's grade-A stuff!" With those words, the Fel Queen's shaft began to throb inside of Sylvanas, stretching her even wider around its girth.