The Remolding (Patreon)

Funny, isn't it? That magical lust for the girl right in front of you—the one your brain still hasn't quite realized is a mirror. That unending yearning for gold, screaming at you from some burgeoning corner of your cute little transformed brain—despite the fact that's literally all you are right now. And how there is nothing you can do.

You feel it, yes? Ringing through your head. Aching through your cute little green-turned-gold pussy? And how it's only intensifying? Trust me; I was exactly where you were before. A lifetime ago. Punished, erotic, goblinized in gold. So trust me when I say, there is nothing you can do.

And the best part of all this? It's only your first day. Those thoughts, those urges—they're going to speed up, turning and churning, faster and faster, more and more, hotter and hotter, until your brain is just molten golden goblin goo. Metaphorically, of course. But the full consumption, that full meltdown? That'll take months, perhaps even years. Not that it matters, because there is nothing you can do.

By the time we are finished, you wouldn't even have been able to recognize what you'll be made into. My girls are all elegant. And so shall you be too, following your melting down and the remolding. Aged to perfection. Cultured, just like the rest of us. That's something to think about, because right now? There is nothing you can do.

You're going to be my perfect little goblin girl. And there is nothing you can do.

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A picture I finished over a week ago, in the closing minutes of Halloween. But it took me a week to actually get around to uploading, cause...reasons I guess? Depression sucks, and I don't recommend it.

De-hued version available as a bonus. (The "processed" version is just a 239,200,92 color overlay at 60%.)