If one were to look at Haruka Menodora, it would be easy to assume that one was looking at a woman. In reality, he was, at birth, blessed by the moon goddess who, due to filling in for the fertility goddess that day, had assistance from a fertility spirit, meaning that after puberty, Haruka had the proportions of an extremely fertile and sexualized woman: extreme curves, breasts larger than his head, et cetera, despite being anatomically male. On the plus side, Haruka, due to the blessing, was named the Moon Goddess Priest, which came with a few magical abilities. Sadly, none of these powers could alter his body shape, which was why he had set out on a quest to become like other men.

“You must have travelled far to get here, Lass.” Haruka’s guide, a muscular, spear-wielding woman in nothing but a long green skirt-loincloth thing said, “I appreciate the help with those animals but who hasn’t heard of a lioness before?”
“What did I tell you about calling me a woman!?” Haruka snapped, “I apologize. It’s just… I’ve been dealing with this almost my whole life, and I’m so close to getting myself cured. That is if these ruins have the right potion…”
“I make no promises, only that these ruins were once a sort of magical think tank so maybe something there can help you. But aren’t you warm in your get up? It’s normal to bare your breasts here, so go ahead, I won’t judge.”
“Uh…I’m fine, thanks.”

As the two travelled, they encountered many more creatures Haruka had never seen before: black and white striped horses, little wild men with colorful skin, enormous grey beasts with tentacles on their faces. All these and more the guide, named Miti, was happy to identify for Haruka: zebra, mandrill, elephant. Until at last, they came to the ancient building, which was still standing proud, albeit overtaken by vines and moss so that it looked more like a temple to some nature goddess rather than a place of magical research.

Haruka and Miti navigated the many traps, obstacles and puzzles created by nature combining with unstable magic. The monsters created by misapplied magic were the least of their problems: Haruka’s magical powers included increased speed and accuracy with the sword so often they were defeated before Miti could even get one stab in. Within an hour, the two found what they were looking for: the potion storeroom.

“Alright, so what was the name of the potion you wanted again?” Miti asked
“According to the sage, it was called Perceived Self Potion. Basically, it makes you into either what you see yourself as on the inside or it makes you how you want to be perceived. Depends on who’s telling the story.”
“Here it is!” Miti cried, handing Haruka a blue bottle with a grimy label. The letters P S P could still be made out however.
“Thank you so much, Miti! Well, here goes nothing!” And Haruka downed the bottle.

Nothing happened.

“Maybe it’s a delayed effect?” Haruka asked hopefully.
“Maybe your goddess doesn’t want the potion to work?” Miti offered
“I’m a priest of the moon, not fertility, so I don’t think she’ll care. Besides, I never got a ‘no’ when I asked her in my prayers.”
“Well, do you want to keep searching, or do you want to head back?”
“Let’s head back, I’m starving.”

An hour later, the priest and his guide returned to Miti’s home, an old but large house whose wood relief covered walls have entered generations of her family. Relieved to be home, Miti dropped her spear in the umbrella holder and began cutting up a few fruits for herself and her guest. A rip, scream and heavy thud from the entryway caused Miti to drop her knife and run toward the noise. There, on the floor, kneeled a naked Haruka, surrounded by the tattered ruins of his clothes and sporting an enormous belly, as though he were nine months pregnant!
“What the hell happened!” she yelled
“I don’t know!” Haruka replied, “It just happened a second ago!”
“Do you think…the potion?”
Haruka handed her the empty, grimy bottle. Miti wiped the filth off the label and gasped, one hand over her mouth.
“This bottle… PSP stood for Pregnancy Simulation Potion.”
“WHAT!?”

After a short time, Haruka had calmed down enough to realize that he was naked. Embarrassed, he tried to cover his penis (Miti was surprised he actually had one) but couldn’t due to the large belly blocking his arms. Rolling her eyes in pity, Miti took Haruka into her bedroom to lend him some of her clothes. Haruka was about to protest but realized that as much as he hated the idea, wearing women’s clothes was better than wearing nothing, especially since he was a guest in someone’s house. There was, however, a problem.
“Come on, get up there already! Errrgh!”
RIP!
“Darn it, Haruka, I really liked that one! Let’s face it, your hips and bottom are just way too big for my clothes. In fact, I think they’re both bigger now. Man, that potion did a number on you.”
“Sigh…you’re right. Besides, you don’t even own a shirt I could wear.”
“What’s a shirt?”
“Forget it. Let’s get lunch.”

Well, even if Haruka’s mood was killed, his appetite certainly was not. He ate all the fruit Miti laid out in front of him, and then all of her vegetables and meats. Soon, his appetite (which Miti suspected was cravings caused by the potion) had cleared the house of any food, and it showed: Haruka’s already massive belly had swollen to the size of half a cow torso! This giant round mix of fat and artificial pregnancy almost seemed to defy gravity as instead of sagging, it remained perky and in place, pushing Haruka’s massive breasts (which were enlarged further by the pregnancy potion) up and in front of his face, obscuring it from view.

“Haruka? Are you okay?”
“No, I am not okay! I can’t see because of these stupid fatty blobs that I’m never going to be rid of!”
“Don’t give up. You can still-”
“Miti, I’m literally getting the message shoved in my face! These breasts, this body, it’s here to stay! I’ll never be a real man as long as I have these useless, obstructive- Mmph!”

Part of why Haruka’s breasts were as large as they were was an interesting trait of his body: when his breasts made him angry, they would begin to grow. And, because they were already being pushed up, they had nowhere else to go…the end result was Haruka being smothered by his own mammaries, able to breathe but unable to talk, forced to motorboat himself. A good warrior knew when a battle was pointless, so Miti quietly slipped out of the room to let Haruka stew. Tomorrow, they’d find a solution…probably. Maybe.
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