The Amazon Route

Jaune eventually came to a decision. If he was going to play around with the very fabric of reality, then he might as well live out one of his deepest fantasies.

It had manifested itself a long, long time ago. Back when Jaune first began reading comic books. They were a hobby of his. One that he shared with Ruby, too. They often spent the afternoon reading or discussing comics together – much to Weiss’ chagrin. She’d showed him a great store down in Vale, where they’d bought several of various genres.

But one particular theme stood out to Jaune; that being superheroes.

Jaune loved reading comic books about those. Not necessarily because of the content. That was an added bonus, sure, but he mainly paid attention to how the characters were drawn. Most superhero comics portrayed them as these ideal human physiques. Sturdy. Strong. Athletic. Muscular yet curvaceous.

Amazons, to put it plainly.

Jaune fondly remembered being exposed to the world of buff yet busty women. Reading how a superhero with an amazing, womanly figure pounded her rival into the ground. Or another picking up her fiancé like a fierce, loving protector. He loved everything about them. Every size, every type, every personality, and so on.

Hell, although he would never admit it, this slightly contributed to his dream of attending Beacon and becoming a huntsman. Jaune had grown up in a remote village that, while not as small or primitive as others on the frontier, didn’t exactly have a gym. So he’d never really seen a buff gal, save for the farmer’s daughter who helped out in the field.

But huntsmen were fit by their nature. Always training and burning calories. Not to mention the effects of aura! Several studies had concluded that aura was the ultimate beauty product, maintaining one’s health and youthful looks. This meant that practically over half of the huntsmen population were fitness models.

And Jaune could personally attest that the huntresses were drop dead gorgeous to boot. He’d seen Yang’s abs, Pyrrha’s sexy back, Nora’s thunder thighs, and Blake’s famous booty. Living with just two of them in such close quarters was **** for his libido!

But why not go a step further?

“Yeah! This could work.” Said Jaune with an excited grin.

He hunched over the book and started writing.

A small percentage of Remnant’s female population are born as amazons. This means that they build muscle and gain strength easily, and tend to develop more pronounced curves compared to regular women, based on genetics.

That seemed like a good start. Jaune felt a bit giddy, eager to see the results of his modification. But his work wasn’t finished just yet. This was but a fitting baseline to improve upon.

Besides, the change was too… general. The book might require more detailed instructions, lest it twist his wish like some sort of devious genie. Jaune tapped his chin with the pen in thought, mulling over some additional ideas.

Amazon DNA is mainly triggered during puberty. They become more buff without the need for workouts, although physical exercise will still increase overall size. Amazons possess twice the strength of regular men and women. Furthermore, they have better stamina, resilience, and benefit from larger aura reserves. Due to their physical gifts, amazons tend to become huntresses for the most part. A smaller portion joins law enforcement, the army, private security, or other occupations.

Jaune was really beginning to feel the creative drive. He was somewhat surprised by how much fun it could be to add actual lore to his wordly change. And this would benefit his friends, too! Jaune’s improvement to reality meant that his female companions would become even better huntresses. Not to mention better protected against the Grimm. Jaune didn’t feel quite as guilty anymore about impacting his friends; he was doing them a favor.

My current life will remain relatively the same, albeit with some possible changes to history that shouldn’t have too much of an impact. Nor will the amazons, like my friends, have drastically different personalities due to this.

A safeguard against any unwanted developments. Jaune might not be the best fighter of his year, but he wasn’t as stupid as some thought either. Especially with a power such as this.

Like before, the book did not tell him that the world changed. No flash of light or sudden hum. A tad anticlimactic, really.

But that didn’t deter Jaune. His heart was racing, and a strong curiosity gnawed at him. Should he go look for his team or Ruby’s? Would the school be filled with women who could pick him up as if he weighed a feather? Or, more importantly, could crush his pelvis during sex?

Damn, he had an actual chance at experiencing snu-snu!

Jaune was too caught up in his excitement, however, to hear the footsteps approaching the door. Only the click of the lock alerted him.

Panic shot through the huntsman-in-training. He quickly swiped the book and stuffed it inside one of the desk’s drawers, standing up lightning-fast. Fear of being caught gripped him with its icy cold hands. But luckily his reflexes saved the day as he acted faster than his visitors.

“-was a great workout, Pyrrha! Did you see Cardin? He went green with envy when you broke your personal record.” Sounded Nora’s exuberant voice.

Pyrrha giggled in response. “It’s not that big of a deal. But I’ll take the compliment nonetheless. You did well yourself on the leg press machine.”

Jaune turned around to greet his teammates, but his voice failed him the moment they set foot inside.

It was Pyrrha who entered first, and she practically blew him away with how stunning she’d become. The Beacon-issued gym clothes that she wore, consisting of black shorts and a white shirt that had the school emblem emblazoned onto it, hugged a both superbly-muscled and curvaceous figure.

Jaune’s eyes tracked the shapely, sturdy calves first. Pyrrha’s white socks were tight around the heart-shaped muscles. Going up, he witnessed strong thighs that were packed with sinew. Detailed quadriceps bulged from the front and side, while taut hamstrings protected the rear.

The definition and width of Pyrrha’s upper legs was seriously impressive. They had to be almost, what, twice the size of his? And her ass! He only saw half of it, but that was plenty to realize just how much bigger it had become due to her expanded glutes! No wonder her shorts were clinging on so desperately; each cheek was vast.

Curvy hips transitioned smoothly to a feminine waist. Pyrrha had a good thing going for her as the size of her lower half helped accentuate her figure. Her abs were an absolute treat, too. She just so happened to pull the shirt up a bit in an attempt to cool off, giving him a great view. Pyrrha’s midriff proudly displayed not four, not six, but eight bricks of sculpted brawn! He could grate cheese on those!

Jaune felt his jaw go slack when he noticed her upper body. The book must have interpreted his wish in a very generous manner. Nothing else could explain the frankly amazing chest that Pyrrha sported. Her breasts had gone up two cup sizes at the very least. Combined with engorged pectorals, they jutted out like twin spheres of pure sex appeal, straining the poor gym shirt.

Still, that wasn’t the only impressive part. Pyrrha’s shoulders had grown wider – not overly so to come across as brutish, but enough to make space. Her firm deltoids certainly needed it. But Jaune was more impressed by her arms! Her biceps were like those of a female bodybuilder, dancing with every gesture that she made. Her corded triceps flexed rhythmically as well, and her forearms were a bit thicker to boot.

Jaune’s blue eyes finally reached Pyrrha’s face, just in time to meet her own. Hers lit up as she smiled happily.

“Jaune! I didn’t think you’d be back already.” She said.

“Hey, Pyrrha.” Greeted Jaune lamely. He recollected himself quickly, though. “Um, yeah. I thought I might as well study to keep myself busy. I only just finished.”

And was it just his imagination, or was Pyrrha… taller? No, it was true! They were about the same height now whereas she needed her heels for that in the past.

“Studying? Boooring! You should come join us in the gym sometime instead!”

Nora made her appearance at last – and what an appearance!

Where Pyrrha was big yet defined, Nora was far bulkier. Her muscles were large – as to be expected from the team strongwoman – but also covered by a more generous amount of fat in comparison to the champion fighter.

Still, she was anything but obese. Nora’s back and shoulders were broader yet tapered down to a small waist. She certainly needed the support. All that extra weight went to her chest as well, meaning that their resident shortstack was, well, stacked. They were about the same size as Pyrrha’s as far as he could tell with those shirts on.

In other words, big enough that he’d need both hands to cover just one.

Nora’s arms were strong-looking, and the sleeves of her shirt were pulled taut across the girth of her biceps. Jaune knew for a fact that her thighs were thick with a capital T, though. Again, they lacked Pyrrha’s definition, but made up for it by how scrumptious they were. The ginger’s inner thighs touched each other due to their amazing circumference.

The fact that she hadn’t grown taller meant that all the extra bulk made her look wide. Nora might have been short, but she wasn’t to be messed with. Nor overlooked thanks to her massive mammaries.

“I’m not sure I’d be able to keep up with you two.” Jaune said, rubbing the back of his neck. “But that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. I’ve been thinking about getting more exercise. Maybe we could try it sometime?”

Pyrrha perked up swiftly. “That would be wonderful! I’d be more than happy to coach you, Jaune.”

“Oh? As in a private coach or…?” Nora asked teasingly.

“Nora!”

He didn’t really get what Nora meant, or why Pyrrha smacked her broad shoulder. Probably some inside joke shared in between the two of them. It must have been pretty embarrassing for Pyrrha’s cheeks to flush red.

Regardless, he genuinely looked forward to a shared gym session. Not because he intended to improve himself. Why waste so much time when he could just write a few lines in the book? He should do that sometime later, come to think of it.

Jaune simply desired to see Pyrrha and Nora in action. He’d always thought of them attractive, but had never acted on that for various reasons. Trying to fit in despite no previous training; his conflict with Cardin; Nora being obviously into Ren. It was a long, long list. But Jaune was seriously contemplating scrapping it altogether.

“This is going to be great!” Nora bounced with excitement. “Ooh, we could even turn it into a team activity. Get Ren involved as well.”

“That sounds like a grand time. And thank you for being so helpful, Pyr.”

The red-haired fighter played with her ponytail as she answered flusteredly. Her biceps flexed majestically in the process, squeezing her large boobs together.

“Ah. Well, anytime. It’d be nice to spend more time together.” She suddenly blinked rapidly. “As a team, of course!”

“Uh, sure?” Jaune wondered what threw Pyrrha off, but decided not to press the issue. Perhaps she was tired from exercising. “Although I can’t imagine seeing you both in action. I mean, just look at you! Wow!”

Nora beamed, standing a bit taller – which didn’t mean much.

“Thanks for noticing, fearless leader! I’ve been bulking up lately and working on my strength!”

She raised her arms whilst grinning and struck a double bicep pose for emphasis. The firm mounds responded instantly, rising like twin mountains. Nora’s shirt groaned in protest as the sleeves had to endure immense strain. Understandable, though. Nora’s arms would give even Cardin a run for his money, and he was the biggest guy in their year.

“Whoa…” Muttered Jaune.

“Not bad, eh?” Nora smiled mischievously. She curled her arms slowly, biceps inflating and deflating like balloons. “Want to know my secret? It’s pancakes. Lots and lots of Ren’s super delicious pancakes. They go straight to my arms.”

Among other places. Jaune required all of his willpower to not glance at her tits. Great. Now he wanted to see whether her ass benefited of Ren’s cooking as well. He would have to think of a solution for that; a way to look without being noticed.

“I only wish you wouldn’t eat so much syrup with them. That can’t be good for you.” Sighed Pyrrha.

“Not everyone wants to look like an ancient Mistralian statue either.” Nora shot back teasingly.

She had a point there. Jaune imagined Pyrrha in her spartan-like combat attire, and quickly drew the parallels between her and warriors of old. Coiled, taut muscles across a voluptuous body. Every inch of her chiselled to perfection.

Yeah, he definitely needed that free pass to admire his teammates more intimately. Morals be damned. Jaune’s groin reacted eagerly to the visual stimulation. He was getting hard already.

“Anyway, I think I’m going to take another hot shower.” Said Pyrrha, shaking him out of his thoughts. “My limbs are sore after that session.”

“Preach, sister! My legs could use some pampering.”

Pyrrha giggled, before addressing him again. “Do you mind giving us some privacy, Jaune? It shouldn’t take too long.”

“Sure thing. Let me just get my notebook.”

Jaune retrieved the magical book from his desk. The smile on his face turned a tad perverted as he stared at the cover, already plotting his next move.