[MILF TF (Age Progression/Regression), Genderswap, Corruption]
"For a place called the 'Spring of Life', there sure isn't a lot of it."
A youthful thief, purple-haired and otherwise looking like a shifty little bugger with his leather armor and green cloak, said aloud as he gestured towards the empty center of Lifespring Village. Or what was supposed to be as such, anyway. The moment that he and his party had arrived, there was literally nobody around. It was like a ghost town.
Which made sense. He, as well as two of his friends and his big brother, were currently playing a somewhat abandoned MMO. Very few players at this stage, barely in the four digits. But hosting the MMO didn't take too many resources for the company that had made it, so it remained up to this day. Even if it did end up causing a few bugs and glitches since nobody was willing to fix these errors without compensation.
"During the first patch cycle, this place was a hub for inexperienced players. Unfortunately, updates came and went. Resulting in the new player experience shifting focus more and more towards propelling people towards the endgame faster and faster."
His older brother, currently playing an elderly wizard with a wicked beard to boot, explained what he knew about the place. Sighing a little wistfully as they passed by some of the locales he had spent plenty of time in during the early days.
"Does everything still work? Or do we have to do all of this ourselves?"
One of the thief's friends, a mage who wore such a thick robe and hood that you could barely see anything except his bright yellow eyes poking out from the darkness, spoke up as they passed by one of the abandoned buildings. His staff could use some finetuning, but if the blacksmith wasn't there to help him slot in the necessary augments, then...
"Well, we should just keep checking the village out. Who knows, maybe we can cook up a ghost story for the rest of the class!"
The 'leader' of the party, a stereotypical Hero in every sense of the word complete with short blonde hair matching his heroic tiara perfectly, didn't seem too bothered by the lack of any life. If anything, it excited him. The fact that they were living through a mostly abandoned MMO was exciting!
"The only ghost story you're going to tell them is how you got wiped by a slime the moment you stepped off the tutorial island." So spoke the thief, causing both the wizard and the mage to chuckle sensibly.
The Hero narrowed his eyes. It wasn't his fault that he died that fast. That slime was definitely overtuned. And besides, revival was cheap. All you had to do was go to a church, like the old fashioned one in the back of the village, and then...
A thought popped into his mind. "I've got it!" He chimed, running off in the direction of the church. No doubt cooking up an incredibly terrible idea...
Leaving the rest of his party to scatter as well, as each of them went to a locale that aroused their curiosity. The thief heading for the local Enchanter's abode, the wizard heading to the inn he used to party at, and the mage heading straight for the blacksmith's...
All while the four of them were blissfully unaware of the true nature of the so-called 'Spring of Life'...
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"Helloooo! Miss Priestess? Are you in here? Ready to resurrect me if I trip off a cliff like a big stupid idiot?"
The Hero cried out as he opened up the doors to the church, hoping to see one of the rather well-endowed Priestess NPCs that always populated these sorts of buildings. Each of them more welcoming than the last, and maybe even bustier. Truth be told, he only just noticed that when his buddy pointed it out to him.
Especially since he usually ended up waking up in the lap of one of these priestesses, always prompting them to giggle so teasingly at how easily he died. Again, not his fault the controls were terrible. Who in their right mind uses a mouse to move around nowadays? It's supposed to be a controller, or arrow keys at least! Good thing he found a way to fix the controls once he hooked up the better VR equipment.
Unfortunately for his great big plan, there was no Priestess in this church. Which meant that he couldn't have an accident and then haunt the village like a ghost. Great. There went that great plan. And here he was hoping he could encourage his other friends to try it out, and then spook 'em when they arrived in the otherwise empty village. Rising out of the fountain, bobbing his see through head out until their hearts were ready to explode from their chests with shock and horror!
"Guess I'll have to cook something else up..." The Hero muttered to himself as he walked up to the altar at the back of the church. All while quietly looking around more and more...
She really wasn't here, huh? Not a Priestess in sight. Not a single one. Not even hiding under the counter like he would've if he was playing hide and seek with her. Not even tending to the coffins that were still full of people that needed resurrecting...
....
The Hero paused as he looked towards the stash of coffins that were clearly not supposed to be there if the village was meant to be abandoned. And yet there was clearly a stack of coffins. Each one would have to contain...
His heart skipped a beat as he walked towards the coffins. Poor things. He knew how bad it felt to die. Even if it was cheap in a virtual world like this, without somebody to help them... They'd be stuck like that. Stuck as nothing more than coffins, waiting for their spirit to be reunited with their bodies.
"Poor guys..."
It felt a little weird to be this concerned about other players that weren't his friends. And yet at the same time...
What would it be like when they were brought back to life? Would they have the same sort of face that he had whenever he woke up on a Priestess' lap, happy to be back in the world of the living..?
The adorable smiles on their faces as they thank him.. Showing just how grateful they are...
The Hero's breathing grew hotter and hotter as he pushed himself up against one of these coffins. Those poor players. Those poor, poor Heroes. Each begging to be brought back. So that they could show their gratitude...
With every breath that left his lips, more and more of his body began to shake. His heroic armor both rapidly flattening into red fabric, while also tightening around his form...
A form that was expanding with every rapid beat of his heart. His heart? It was hard to call him male with how rapidly his chest was pushing outward, breasts growing bigger and bigger with every passing second. Much like her hips were pushing out, completely unleashed by the sides of her habit being cut away...
She bit her plump red lip as she carefully pushed the lid off the top coffin. Not even registering that she had grown to twice the size in the blink of an eye. No. She was captivated by the feeling rushing through her. The need to see these adorable Heroes praise her and relieve her with their gratitude...
The smiles upon their faces... Even though they currently couldn't show them, thanks to how they had perished, they still appeared in the center of her mind. Driving her further and further up the wall...
So much so that she didn't even come close to registering that a holy staff had appeared in her hand. The Staff of Resurrection that every single Priestess was gifted by the Goddess. The very same that could bring them back...
The very same that was now grinding against her barely hidden cooch. Slathering the shaft of the staff in her juices, as her heart just kept racing. More and more and more, as she gazed upon the perished boy within the coffin...
He looked just like he had. Not that she understood that at the moment. She was far too aroused and far too engrossed by her own imagination to let something like that stop her right now.
"Ahhhh... I'm so, so sorry for leaving you like this, young Hero..."
Her voice had gone from high-pitched and excitable, to sensual and motherly. Even if he could not hear her, just talking about her guilt was enough to make her tremble even more...
But she meant it. She truly was sorry. And to make up for her mistake, she would bring him back right away...
A light poured from the tip of the staff, coating the boy within the coffin. Bringing light back into his eyes, as a smile slowly formed on those tender lips of his. The Hero was already showing such gratitude...
The Priestess smiled. She lived for the gratitude that the Heroes showed when they needed resurrecting...
And there were still many more that needed her help, more that could show their gratitude...
Ahhh... Such bright and lively smiles springing forth...
Just like the life embedded right above her most precious hole, engraved and defiled...
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"Junk. Junk. Diary. Dairy. Junk."
The Thief was rummaging his way through the Enchanter's abode. Which really just looked like a witch's hut. Or a fortune teller's. Honestly, he didn't know which. All those magic users were the same, both in real life and in this virtual reality.
He never did trust any of them. Probably planned to rob him if he gave them the benefit of the doubt. So here he was. Paying them back for what they might take from him. Even though he didn't understand why this Enchanter had absolutely nothing that was worth anything.
Though that dairy looked remarkably fresh... Huh, weren't there supposed to be nobody in this village? How come...
"Mind out of the gutter." He muttered to himself. The only way this could be fresh would be if the Enchanter had milked herself. No way. No way this game had these kinds of functions. Besides, his brother would be in big trouble if he knew this was a feature.
So he kept on window shopping with his eyes. Trying to see if there was anything that really stood out to him. Anything that looked like it might be fun to pilfer from the shelves...
Eventually, he found something. Which made him click his tongue, as he really should've seen it coming.
"Great. A Crystal Ball. Do these people do everything to scam people like me? What's next, tarot cards? Playing cards? I swear, the next one's going to make me go fish and tell me my fortune based on my sets or something."
The thief complained, and yet he couldn't stop gazing into the crystal ball once he had laid his eyes on it. Of course he couldn't. It was far too valuable. Even if he wasn't a fan of the profession, he had to respect the kind of equipment that was being used.
It also didn't help that it was really foggy. Like there was something that was supposed to be visible within. He... He shouldn't touch it, even if he planned on pilfering it. Magical artifacts were always boobytrapped. Some more literally than others. And yet...
And yet he just had to wipe it down with his cape. He had to see what was inside. And as he rubbed away at the ball, it gradually began shining more and more. The fog cleared away, allowing him to see what it was hiding...
His heart skipped a beat. And a slight cackle left his lips. All he saw was another boy... Yeah, he had been... He had...
"C-Cute..."
What was this feeling rushing through him? This burning sensation down below? This intense drumming in his chest? It was like things just suddenly went off rails the moment that he laid his eyes on the boy within the crystal ball...
A boy that looked so, so adorable. So adorable that he had to get a better look...
A look that required him to place the ball down on the table in the center of the abode. And then lean over the table. Lean, and rest his head on his...
On her breasts. Her big, robe-covered tits. Her milky melons that were already starting to leak into her robe again. But it didn't matter. She had her eyes on the prize. Couldn't let something as silly as a stained robe get in her way...
Besides, once he got here and asked for a little help with weapon enhancements... A little help to make him stronger in the face of danger...
"E-Ehehe... He's gonna smile real good..!"
The wicked cackling that left her lips perfectly synchronized with her purple hair exploding into a wicked long mane of messy dark purple hair. The kind of hair that was debatably just as magical as the ball in front of her...
And just as hilariously huge as the rest of her body was. Her breasts were already big enough to cushion her head, but her ass was no slouch. If one of her adorable customers wanted to come up and start to have fun with her while she was enchanting his weapon...
Ufufu... The Enchanter wouldn't be able to resist at all. She'd be pressed hard against the table until the boy was done, and then... And then...
Eehehehehheheheheh...
The happy smile on the customer's faces. They were driving her mad with delight. Those adorable faces were happy with her. Showering her in praise, in gratitude, in every little 'thank you' and its many forms...
The Enchanter was giggling so madly to herself as she rubbed up against the table. Moaning like she was nothing more than a bitch in heat. The symbol right above her crotch certainly made it seem that way. Or maybe she was a Demon, a proper Succubus..!
Whichever the case was, she had long since forgotten her original self. Buried underneath layers upon layers of need that was so characteristic of an Enchanter. Most of them were creepy, just like her. But she knew why they were. Oh, did she know why.
They were all so obsessed with that praise they'd give her. That praise she was craving. She just needed a little more. She just needed them to come request anything. Even a kiss! If they thanked her enough, she'd show them the kind of needy kisses that an Enchanter like her could pepper them in.
Anything and everything would be theirs, as long as they asked... Ehehe... Ehehehehe...
That need in her sprung forth like the life from her brand, gushing delightfully down her thigh...
As she fell into the role that had been left open, already begging to be put to good use...
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"Just as warm and homely as ever. Ah... How I miss those days."
The wizard said to himself as he carefully brushed his hand against the front counter. Smiling softly as he remembered the hectic days within Lifespring Village. As well as the old World Quest that newbies like him had to deal with.
This wasn't the first time that NPCs had gone missing from this village. The ever-thankful NPCs all suddenly started to disappear as a mass of players hit the early tens. As it turned out, there was a very good reason for their disappearance.
Succubi had infiltrated. Taking the place of the town's women. Locking up players with charms that were way stronger than any VR equipment was ever calibrated for. It was a bit of an incident...
If not for players that saw through the deception like he had. Thankfully, he didn't have to kill them. Burning them all to crisps was an easy way out, sure. But he didn't like to go that route.
Even if he did look like the old coot that probably would've if he was pushed far enough. But that was after a few ill-advised purchases and bad bets with the NPCs. Leaving him to abandon his young look and go for something much more matured and worldly.
"And the tables are still as broken as ever."
Which only served to make him feel more nostalgic as he saw the very same table that he had been smashed through by one of the befriended succubi, once the World Quest was over and done with. The way she had smiled at him when he thanked her, and gone to town on him as a result...
The aching down below was definitely real. Even in this elderly form, the wizard had to blush from the way things played out.
"Still, if we want to see this place turn into something nice again... I should make it look as clean as it was back then. Maybe they'll come back."
It was foolish to want Succubi to return. But maybe it was because they were gone that everyone else was gone. Either way, he had to clean up the inn. Fix it up.
So that he could see the newbies file their way inside and order a nice room for themselves. Get a rest bonus and get right back to killin' and explorin' and questin' once they came back online...
A snicker left the wizard's lips, lips that were gradually growing more and more visible as his beard vanished. Hair by hair receding into his chin, a chin that looked much smoother. Still a little wrinkled, but it was the kind of finely aged wrinkled that made it clear that he had been through a lot.
Though those plump red lips of his certainly didn't match his current look. But they were necessary.
How else would she be able to thank those nice players for comin' by and rentin' a room? With a hug, burying them in her tits? They'd like that, wouldn't they, those lil' scamps...
Thought after thought of what 'she' was going to do to the young souls that were going to be runnin' around the place once Lifespring Village became a hotspot again flooded their way through 'her' mind...
And with every one she acknowledged, each decorated with yet another devilishly happy smile from the customers, the more changes piled onto her body. Starting with her robe vanishing, replaced with a much warmer and much more welcoming dress and apron combo...
One that did incredibly little to hide the most tender parts of her body. Since she loved to wear such low cut shirts, which meant that her ol' milkers would have trouble staying all the way in. Not that she minded. She usually got tipped when the newbies came by. Always being cheeky and flicking the tip into her cleavage...
It wasn't just her tits that were on full display. There was a cutesy heart embroidered on the pouch of her apron, which sat snugly right on top of her gravid belly. How far along was she again? Ah, who cares. The smiles on the happy newbies' faces as they felt life kickin' within was enough for her to know she was far along. And if she ever ended up too far...
Well, she'd have a couple of her own kiddos to look after then! And if one of the newbies gave her those puppydog eyes and asked if he could be a papa...
"Heh. They'd probably want a taste of these while they're busy trying to lay me flat on this ol' thing..."
The Innkeeper said to herself, her soft green hair now resting against her shoulder. Braided and welcomin' like any Momma's hair would be. Though she knew that those cheeky kiddos would prolly want her to be just as rambunctious as the Enchanter. Grab that braid and start rammin into her like she's a bitch...
Her gravid belly trembled as her heart kept on beating like mad. Sheesh. She was close to poppin' after all, was she..? Life just about to spring out...
No wonder her mark was glowin' so badly. At least her fellow Succubi would be around soon. All it would take for them to come back, and for Lifespring Village to spring right back to life...
"Hhhh... Haaaahhh... That Unholy Night better come soon. I need them more than ever..."
The Innkeeper, just as her friends had, forgot everything about what she had once been. Oh, she absolutely remembered the life she had led with the rest of the Succubi...
The life of an NPC whose routine was prepared ahead of time. The life of an NPC who was just waiting for life to spring up in Lifespring Village...
So that the Unholy Night World Quest could begin anew, and she could have all the fun in the world with all her friends...
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"There really isn't anybody here... And yet..."
The mage muttered as the flames billowed forth from the forge, heating up the smithy. And in the process, making him sweat like he was in a sauna. Not the best place to be when you wear so much clothing only your eyes are visible.
He could feel his strength rapidly fading, though that wasn't the only feeling that was growing within him. No, there was a heat that was growing parallel to the one that was burning him. One that was also burning him, in a sense of the word. He was familiar with it, at least based on what the wizard had told him about earlier events.
This was supposed to be very hush-hush, because if it came out then the playerbase would tank even further than it already had. But it's said that some of the people that took part in the Unholy Night World Quest, when Lifespring Village was being overrun by succubi... Some of those players ended up becoming brand new succubi. Permanently erasing them from their meatbag bodies and solidifying them as NPCs within the game world.
It was a scandal, but one that the company managed to suppress. But since the wizard had participated, he knew parts of it. And he knew what those people mentioned before they started to transform.
An infernal heat would rise through them from their loins. An infernal heat that made their hearts thump against their chests. Beating again and again, as images upon images flooded their minds. Images that only grew stronger as they began to fall into roles within the village...
Just as what was currently happening to him. A single glance over at the hammer left near the forge, and the mage felt his heart ramming against his chest. A need to pick it up and use it...
Much like there was a need that he couldn't ignore. One that he subconsciously fulfilled as he approached the hammer...
The robe that covered him up fell to the ground, revealing a bronzed body underneath. A bronzed, well-built yet mature body. One brimming with life. All solidified by the mark that was currently glowing right above his...
Right above her crotch. A crotch that was just barely covered up by a pair of low hanging pants, the only protection that she would ever need from the elements. She was experienced, after all. No need to protect herself from something as weak and as flimsy as a couple stoked flames...
"They're going to be grinnin' with them big ol' smiles once I show 'em what I can make..."
Her original self faded much faster than the others had. Was it because they had fallen, thus her fall was accelerating? Or was it because of what she knew, which made her all the more vulnerable to the changes that befell those that were made part of the Unholy Night?
She didn't know. She didn't care. That kind of stuff was best left to the Mayor or somebody else, a Blacksmith like her was more concerned with the quality of her product...
That was all a Blacksmith was good for, anyway. Hammering away at her products. Repairing those weapons that were sent her way. Even upgrading them if the newbies were her type. Nothin' more than that. Nothin' more needed either.
And when she was good... Oh, when she was good, then the smiles came pourin' out. They just kept comin'. Comin' and comin' and comin'...
Just thinkin' about all those smiles was making the topless Blacksmith sweat, her glistening red hair nearly catching ablaze as the flames from the forge seemed to synchronize with the flames of her loins...
That winged mark right above her nearly naked pussy was shining brightly. She was getting hornier and hornier in preparation for the Unholy Night. Once she reached her climax, once all four of them came and beckoned the Succubi to return to the Village... Then everything would fall into place...
Then the Blacksmith could get exactly what she wanted. The smiles of all those adorable Newbies. Her prey. Her adorable, incredibly naivé prey. And hey, if they were weak enough to fall to her...
She could use a sister or two... Yeah, and they'd be just as thankful for the transformation as the newbies would be for an upgrade. They'd smile... Kiss... Lick her all over, show their gratitude in every possible way...
The loud ringing of the metallic hammer smashing against her anvil echoed out. Reverberating at the same time as she moaned, the two sounds echoing and melding together. The act of getting ready caused her to reach even greater heights. And it was all because of the joy that was flooding into her mind.
Just the simple thought of all those adorable faces smiling at her, the gratitude, the joy, the delight, maybe even the adoration and the idolisation... All those positive emotions were going to force their way into her heart. Make her elated beyond her wildest possible imagination...
And once she had 'em all, once she had given them a gift straight from her, cooled with her own juices to ensure that very special succubus touch, then...
Then the Unholy Night could restart, as they all lost from being too happy with her. Again and again, she and her fellow Succubi would make the newbies happy. Catering to every need, and every pinch of happiness would let them gradually corrupt them in turn. Transforming players into NPCs just like them..!
Ehehehe... What the hell was an NPC anyway? Ah, what the hell...
Before the Blacksmith had time to think too much about these strange thoughts, she let out a violently potent roar of pure primal pleasure, signaling the completion of her transformation...
And the beginning of the Unholy Night, symbolized by the golden tint to her eyes. That devilishly unholy golden tint, the only way to tell if a Succubus had replaced an NPC or not...
The same golden tint that sprung forth within every NPC within Lifespring Village, as life returned as the Unholy Night began...
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"Don't forget to be careful, dears. I can revive you all, but you wouldn't want to stay here all day and just look up at me. Would you?"
The Priestess was one of the first that greeted most players as they arrived at the formerly abandoned Lifespring Village. All because they found a way to perish, and her revival powers were the ones to save them...
And taint them all the same. Every single adventurer marked with the exact same mark that she had hidden right in plain sight above her pantiless cunt. If they realized what that winged mark meant, maybe they could've stopped it...
"E-Ehehehe. H-Here, cutie. T-This is what you wanted, right?"
The Enchanter was the most suspicious one of the lot. While most of the maternal NPCs in Lifespring Village were overly caring and easy to get along with, she was the only one who simply couldn't restrain herself. Always drooling at her customers. Always resting on those massive breasts of hers...
Always blowing kisses that landed their mark right on their adorable cheeks, letting more of that corruptive succubus magic seep into them. Some of those poor souls even started to develop curves once they left her abode, the sight all-too-delightful. Pants turning into tight bootyshorts, and skirts hiking up to reveal adorably slutty panties...
"Lovebirds like you can have a room when you're all tuckered out. Don't you worry about lil' ol' me, I'm more than able to handle this."
The Innkeeper was there to make the visitors comfortable in her inn. Whether it was corralling several of the more tired adventurers and players onto the floors above, seemingly endless floors with seemingly endless steamy rooms that would no doubt lead to many intimate bouts of lovemaking and defiling...
But her pregnancy wasn't just for show. And the alcohol that many of the patrons were drinking? Laced with the fruits of her pregnancy. Further corrupting them just as her fellow NPCs had, seeding them into proper Succubi. They just needed an additional push to become just as matronly as the ones that had set them up...
"Ahhhh... That's whatcha want, ain't it? This'll make you one of us..."
The Blacksmith wasn't one to mess around. Mainly because everyone else had already softened up her customers. Crafting broken heart after broken heart, and using her sweat and pussy juice to quickly cool them down after she hammered them into shape.
That broken heart was the very same that was hanging from her neck. A symbol of a succubus. Putting it on was a one-way trip to NPChood, as many of her customers found. Swallowed by the Unholy Night, they too mutated into yet another member of the Lifespring Village.
Some more maternal than others, ending up immediately pregnant like the Innkeeper, while some were simply gifted with so much fertility that all they'd need is a single night with another Newbie, and the pregnancy.... And that Newbie's fall, were all but guaranteed...
And as night slowly turned to day, as more and more players fell victim like they had...
A lustful giggle echoed out, and the night began anew. Bringing yet more fresh meat to be transformed into yet another succubus...
Ensuring that as long as they continued to fall, Unholy Life would Spring forth...