“Wonder what's on sale today…games these days are getting pretty stale…”

Kevin lies sprawled over the bed, laptop over his belly as he browses the online games store for the latest releases and deals. Life as a paper worker in some law firm was tough, and Kevin, like everyone else, needed some form of respite at the end of the day to blow off steam.

He’d taken to video games as his escape from reality, having fond memories of them as a kid; playing with his siblings and friends with their consoles all connected over LAN, those were the golden days to him.

Now as he scrolled through the endless list of games, he started to appreciate the times when games were simple offerings that came in a complete package. Now he had to consider content, replayability, value, extra downloadable stuff etc etc, It was starting to get annoying.

As the thought of just returning to Halo crosses his mind, Kevin’s eyes land on an interesting looking title that had a massive 85% discount going for it; Tales of Arise…with a very positive rating giving him assurance it wasn’t discounted for being terrible. Just looking at the cover art was all he needed to know it was a JRPG of sorts, with flashy anime characters posed dramatically.

It had been awhile since he touched a role playing game, the last one he could remember was Oblivion. Might as well see what all the fuss was about this game that had people gushing about it, he had heard talk of it amongst his colleagues and on the internet, it had to be amazing to generate this amount of hype.

Buying the game with a simple press of a button and watching as the installation menu pops up with a progress bar, Kevin rises up from the bed, planning to get a nice cold mug of juice from the kitchen before slipping, falling off the bed with a yell of surprise. “Goddamnit! Were my legs that numb…could’ve sworn I-” In the midst of his griping, Kevin catches sight of the otherworldly particles clustered around the stumps where his legs were, more of his body vanishing as the cluster moves upwards.

Panic setting in, Kevin lashes out wildly, swiping at the clouds with his hands while yelling for help, hoping his neighbours would hear him. “What the heck is all this?! I just wanted to play some games and this happens!” Rambling with his vision focused squarely on the unremovable cloud of static, Kevin doesn't notice the same happening to his arms, each flail causing more and more of the cluster to stick and devour them as well, the progress bar on his computer screen silently passing the 70% mark as Kevin continues shouting and screaming in rage and fear.

It isn’t long till Kevin is reduced to a writhing head. By the time he hears pounding come from the front door, he knows it's too late. As the clusters move on past his mouth, his cries long since silenced as he gives up. Right as the front doors to the house burst open, concerned neighbours cautiously entering the vacant unit as Kevin’s room falls silent, the low hum of his laptop the only sound in the room as the progress bar for the installation hits a 100%.

–

Blinking away the sudden burst of surprisingly warm light, Kevin experiences a sense of deja vu as feeling immediately returns to his body, grass tickling the nape of his neck as his thrashing limbs make contact with the ground, shivering as his clothes are left soaked by the morning dew of a strange land. His wide eyes glimpsing impossible arches of stone rising high into the air, curving above him like an enormous ring. Most peculiar though, were the two planetoids hanging in the sky, it was surreal.

“Where the heck am i?”Kevin was definitely not in his apartment anymore; grasslands as far as the eye could see, mountainous walls stretching out on both sides with magnificent stone spires everywhere…and what looked like some medieval fantasy town in the distance with farmland along the way.

While taking in the sights, a sudden jolt runs though Kevin’s spine, his head feeling funny, the landscape filling Kevin with a sense of familiarity and ease as if he’d seen it many times before. As he runs his hands over his shoulders, the synthetic linen of his buttoned shirt converting itself into natural silk and leather, the cube like patterns disappearing as it turns into a plain white top, his jeans shrinking into waterproof pants that afforded both protection and mobility. The rest of his clothing followed suit, the extra bits of cloth and rubber converting into gloves, belts and a sturdy pair of boots, all he needed was a straw hat and a straw and Kevin would look like some fisherman…were it not for the faint outline of a bra underneath the white shirt.

“What was I doing again...out here in the middle of…nowhere?” Unaware of his outfit change and muttering incoherently, Kevin feels the sudden compulsion to head down the hillside he was standing on, down a random direction that he just knew deep down would give him his answer.

With each step, his body begins to undergo subtle changes; sickly pale skin youthening into a radiant peachy color as body hair falls off completely, limbs filling with petite layers of fat and healthy muscle from years of training, curving in all the right places as his hips snap outwards, giving him a curvaceous hourglass figure. Kevin’s ass begins to sway back and forth in a rhythm as it slowly inflates with a thick layer of fat and flesh, the firm peaches jiggling slightly with each step.

Still oblivious to his now rapidly feminizing form, Kevin continues his march down the hill, crossing a hidden forest path as he makes his way down past the bushes and trees. “Where was that clearing...could’ve sworn it was somewhere around here…” Pushing past branches with a strong hand while blocking the flying leaves and dirt with the other, Kevin continues on his path, unaware of the relentless mental and physical changes as the world altered this otherworldly visitor to better suit its new place in life..

With a thwack, a rebounding branch snakes Kevin straight in the chest, wincing as he feels a weird jiggle beneath the fabric. He was aware of his modest breast size but he had often gotten sulky about them getting in the way of his duties as…what? With a reflex of a trained warrior, Kevin hops past a fallen trunk in the midst of his thoughts, muscled thighs flexing in response as he lands on his dainty feet without so much as a thud. For a guardswoman like her, this was all second nature to her...but doubt still lingered in her chest.

*POP*

Stopping at the sudden wet squelching sound, Kevin's feminine hand drifts downwards as she feels something squirm between her legs, looking down for a moment as a sudden warmth spreads in her toned belly, her protruding chest blocking the view below. It felt awkward, as if something had once been there…something that needed her attention. Running a hesitant hand up her thighs, gasping in pleasure at the sensation of rough leather stroking against her sensitive skin, she rubbed the steamy void between her legs, just inches away from her- No! What was wrong with her today...she had more important things to focus on than such debased thoughts! Shaking off lustful thoughts on her mind with a furious blush on her softened cheeks, Kevin continued down the forest path, lustrous locks of brown hair flowing behind her as strands tickle the nape of her luscious neck.

Finally pushing past the last cluster of foliage, Kevin’s golden pupils widen in excitement as she gazes upon the undisturbed waters of a small pond, its shadows hinting at a cave system underwater that probably led out to sea…meaning it was possible for her to fish! Her favourite way to pass the time and destress…at least that was it, wasn’t it? No matter, it was time to indulge herself!

As time flies by, Kevin continues her fishing spree, scoring catch after catch as her hair slowly turns a brilliant golden blonde to match her stunning eyes, her athletic body hopping to and fro, toned body glistening with sweat and water as she fished her worries away, all signs of the unhealthy office worker with a pot belly long gone as a beautiful goddess of war takes his place, her curvaceous, yet powerful body turning heads, yet remaining them of the danger should they decide to get frisky with her tempting assets.

A powerful tug on the rod focuses the woman’s attention, the thrill of reeling in a powerful and potentially unidentified specimen was all she could think of…until a particularly large bass splashes out of the water, sparking another tinge of unease within her breast as she lays her eyes on the flopping creature.

Memories flash by of a time when her homeland of Elde Menancia was ruled by another former Lord, a tyrant just like the others that treated Dahnans like her as slaves, worked to the bone day in and out…she was lucky to have her brother through those tough times, he’d taught her the ways to survive, including fishing, a very useful skill to have when starvation was always around the corner. That fish had been one she and her brother were so excited to see every time they snuck off from the camps.

It was with the arrival of Lord Dohalim that things changed for the better, her people freed from slavery and treated as equals for the first time. It was still a rocky path to peace, but Kisara and her brother had found themselves indebted to him, volunteering to personally serve as Dohalim’s knights…until her brother had betrayed them, running off into the night after a failed attempt at her Lord’s life.

“That scumbag…” Kisara had never understood why her brother had turned on their saviour like that, but sometimes she would assume he never let go of his hatred. When Renan Knights in the ranks mocked her so openly for being a mere Dahnan woman who only got chosen for her looks, she was not surprised. If she ever ran into him ever again, she’d make sure he would pay for his crime. Dohalim may be Renan, but ultimately he had been the one to free her and her people.

With her identity and resolve firmly etched in her mind,Kisara sends her fishing rod back into its storage unit. She had to hurry back to the palace in time for her Lord’s morning routine. Sunlight was beginning to crest the horizon, meaning she had about an hour or so to make it back to Viscint, the capital of Elde Menancia.

Getting set for a steady run back to the capital, Kisara sets off back towards the path she came from. Noticing the sweat stained clothes clinging tightly to her body, the smooth outline of her muscles clearly visible and the heft of her breasts as the brassier clings to her modest rack, she had to remember to take a bath before she attended to her Lord. It would be indecent to show up there looking like this despite the ease of just withdrawing her armor and donning it in place of her ruined clothes…

–

Making her daily rounds in the busy streets of Viscint, Kisara notices the sounds of jeering coming from somewhere behind her, the corner of her vision telling her all she needed to know. It was way too early for people to be getting drunk at bars. Sighing, the knightess pushes on down the streets, waving to children as they gawked at her shining armor and massive shield, standard fare for Renan Knights but one she had altered to suit her needs, the thick plates of armor condensed into a form fitting outfit that complimented her fighting style.

But as the perverted cries from the thugs wisp by her ears, Kisara began to have second thoughts. Maybe she ought to add more plating to the rear. She’d made it a principle to never armor up from the back so she would always remain vigilant with her defense. She was a protector after all, if she couldn’t defend herself from attacks at all sides, she would’ve failed at her role. Ignoring the men, she moved on after seeing the kids off, the people falling into hushed murmurs as they glimpse the man moving close behind her.

But then again..she had the looks going for her. People always complimented her for her beautiful and silky hair, her wonderful complexion, how her body always seemed so feminine and perfect despite the powerful muscles rippling across her. She had thought about what to do when the time came to find a lover, a man she could settle down with and live the rest of her life with in peace. She had someone in mind but she knew the differences between them were too great for her to even try at it.

“Is something the matter Kisara? You’re awfully melancholy today…” Kisara’s head whipped round, a slim smile on her face as she looked upon the tall, slender man keeping pace with her down the steps. His ebony skin glinting in the sunlight as his elegant robes fluttered slightly in the breeze. “Nothing to worry about, I was just keeping an eye out for possible areas someone could launch an attack from, that's all…you’re keeping an awfully close eye on me today my Lord~” With a playful giggle, Kisara shifted in place, rubbing her thighs together suggestively while sticking out her rear slightly, the smooth black outfit outlining how massive and firm they were. Would he notice?

Staring blankly at her expectant gaze, Dohalim delivered his reply bluntly, failing to acknowledge the woman presenting herself to him in front of his very eyes, any other person easily able to see the signs Kisara was showing. “Very well then, let us move on. There’s a trinket store I'd like to visit down the other district, I hear they stock artifacts of extremely high value…” With a firm nod, Kisara readied her shield again, turning her head away and back to the front as she continued her duties. “Let us proceed then, my Lord.”

Sighing as she turned her back on her clueless Lord, Kisara had at least hoped he’d at least blush but she forgot how much of a blockhead he could be sometimes, the thought of Dohalim having more affection for some rusty old mug in an ancient ruin than her stung. But then again, that was one of the things she liked about the man…ugh, she was getting carried away again, the burning lust from the early morning trek beginning to burn once more within her loins as she felt her lower lips begin to salivate in lust.

Once the day came to an end, she’d have to do something about that issue in private…

THE END