He has some explaining to do.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Roland shouted looking at the beautiful maid as she stood frozen in confusion and shock her back pressed tightly to the door. Roland quickly covered himself with the blanket that had fallen off of him in his exploration. Turning abruptly the maid looked away from Roland, blushed and covered her face.

“I’ll… let the others know you’re awake…” She struggled to speak in her haste to get out her words before turning to leave. Roland blushed and looked away. What a terrible way to wake. The Demon Lord let out a twisted laugh at Roland’s situation. Leaning forward Roland let out a sigh as long dark hair fell before his eyes. It fell down barely covering his breasts, just as the door burst inward once again.

Allisa, Jasabera, Amaya, and Sirene all burst into the room, followed shortly thereafter by the maid once again.

“Roland you’re okay!” Allisa said approaching him.

“Nyat what it looks like to me.” Amaya said turning her gaze away from the woman who sat now in Roland’s place.

“Sorry Roland, we’re… not entirely sure what the Demon Lord did to you at the end there. But… it changed you… into well… this.” The redheaded healer let out a sigh of frustration. “If there’s any consolation, I couldn’t find a curse mark on you.” Roland let out a sigh of relief while the Demon Lord’s inner vestige chortled to himself.

The Demon Lord had done something brilliant in his **** last actions. The curse of the Demon Lord was tied deeply to the womb. It allowed the cursed member to be impregnated by nearly anything, even the beastliest of monsters. The second is it drew women toward penis, corrupting them slowly from within and turning them into succubae. This change allowed them to become the perfect breeding toy for the Demon Lord himself, or in this particular instance, the vessel from which he would birth himself back into the world.

There were two major flaws to this curse. A curse this powerful had to come with a weakness after all. The first was that it always generated a curse mark over the womb, one that was visible and easy to detect. Two if a powerful holy healer were to target the mark with holy magic they could remove the curse. But in his **** final moments the Demon Lord had penetrated deep and directly, into Roland’s body. Unleashing his powers there did a number of things. It generated a womb, which then transformed Roland the hero into this little trifle. A more petite and slender form of what he once was with long hair, ample breasts and an ass to match. The Demon Lord chuckled to himself. The second was that it formed the curse mark INSIDE of Roland’s womb. This mattered for a number of reasons. Firstly, that damnable healer couldn’t see it. Which meant she couldn’t target it with holy magic and remove its effects. Secondly even if she did find the mark, applying her holy magic to it directly would mean stuffing a long wand deep in Roland’s eager slit and somehow guessing directly where it was, something she would never do, and even if she would, couldn’t.

The low laughter of the Demon Lord’s many voices seemed to fill Roland’s head for a moment as he sat confused listening to Sirene speak. “Just to be safe I did cast holy magic, so you should be okay.”

“But you missed the mark entirely, foolish girl.” The Demon Lord laughed. “Roland will be mine.” A chill shivered down the back of the hero turned girl as he looked up at his party members and friend.

“If we managed to bring down the terror that is the Demon Lord and all it cost us was me, I’d be satisfied.” Roland spoke. Her voice still sounding strange to her ears. “But to survive and only be changed can only be considered a miracle.” Roland bowed. “Thank you, each of you.” The girls nodded in turn. Allisa wouldn’t meet the hero’s eyes.

“Well nyow, it’s nyat like we can leave mew with the name Roland. It doesn’t really fit you anymore.” Amaya said. Allisa glared at her, while Sirene looked away. Jasabera nodded.

“I hate to agree with Amaya of all people but calling someone who has become a woman Roland feels strange.” The dwarf girl paused. Then spoke. “How about Robin? It’s close enough and could be in reference to either gender.” Roland nodded and leaned back in the bed covering his new body with the blankets. It seemed that these changes were going to take some time to get used to. Robin… huh? Roland rolled the name across his tongue and decided it would be good enough.

Roland let out a sigh. “Who all knows about this?”

“Just the five of us and yourself.” Allisa spoke. Roland… Robin… scratched the back of her head.

“Keep it that way, the Hero and the Demon Lord struck each other down in combat. I don’t need the world to know what I have become. It will cause a new level of caution should the Demon return one day" The girls nodded in turn even the maid this time. Robin sighed. Looking over the maid images of the compromising position she’d seen her in flashed through her mind. Her needy sex clenched, tightening and heating up at the thought.

She paused. And immediately ignored the sensation. Robin would… figure that out later… rubbing her eyes Robin realised finally how enormously tired she was. Shivering she covered up further and began to slip back into the bed, sleep quickly taking her mind. With all the effort she could muster Robin spoke again.

“You… can update me…” She yawned. “On the situation… more… when I wake back up…” Robin faded out and the Demon Lord laughed to himself, filling her dreams with sex. He would revel in breaking the vile hero who had nearly slain him. He would mould her into his personal fuck toy for his return. What a better way to destroy morale than to use her in plain sight of the masses, decreeing Roland’s name from each of his mouths. This was going to be perfect.