You Choose The Axe

You choose the axe, the decision an easy one. Nothing sounds better then being a muscle bound warrior wielding a huge axe, kicking asses, slaying monsters and living life as an indestructible brick shithouse. Still not sure how you're going to get out of this game world, at least you're certain you're going to be far from helpless. You reach out and close your hands around the shaft of the long weapon. As you do, that sense of power returns and you can actually feel your body expanding, more like inflating as you take hold of the heavy axe. The world around you darkens to where you can't even see your own body, which feels increasing awkward as your apparent muscles bulge and thicken.

You get a terribly uncomfortable feeling as your clothes don't seem to be adjusting to your new superhuman form. Everything from your shirt to your boxers strains against your body's sudden increase in mass. The first thought that comes to mind is to let go of the axe so you could try and remove your clothes before they were destroyed or you were garroted by them but as a clear subliminal sign that your choice could not be undone, your hands can't seem to unclench and release it, even for a moment. You're essentially stuck as your body transforms, your wardrobe be damned. Breathing quickly becomes a painful issue as your chest heaves against your shirt and just before you think your not going to get enough oxygen in your lungs, the high pitched shriek of ripping fabric alerts you that your top has lost the war. You inhale a grateful rush of air as what was your shirt pops like a balloon around you, the shreds of fabric lost to the dark abyss around you.

As soon as one problem forcibly solved itself, the other becomes increasingly prominent. Your pants are likewise loosing a battle against your bulging thighs, you can't see a thing but you can sense the tears in your pants as they split down the legs. The waist band feels like a rope abrading against your stomach, the tight curves recessing into your muscular definition, crushing your loins painfully like a vise. You kinda wish you were still suffocating enough to not focus on that sensation. Like your shirt it doesn't take much longer for everything below your waist to simply disintegrate, leaving you with a feeling of vulnerability, despite the increase in size and strength. You never knew you could feel so powerful yet so exposed, a conflicting feeling that quickly flys to the back of your mind as your body is wracked with more unusual sensations.

As your physical form continues to take shape in the darkness you bemoan the loss of your clothes and potentially your dignity along with them. You were optimistically hoping to be encased in a suit of armor, or chain mail or anything protective but as your continues to change, it seems less and less a likely outcome. Well, maybe you choose a Barbarian over a Knight, doomed to shirtlessness and loincloths. Would it have killed the game to at least give you some crappy pants?

There is a growing tightness around your chest and groin that you can't quite comprehend, your massive legs rub against each other as you try to gauge just how drastically you've changed. Your naked back is tickled by something soft and as you turn your head about, you quickly realize that it's your own hair which is growing exponentially. You guess you got the Arnold look and decide that you'll need to find some clothes when you regain control of yourself. You vaguely feel that you haven't lost your footwear so that's something you guess. The energy coursing through your body subsides and you perceive a shift in the void of space around you, somehow comprehending that your makeover is complete.

You feel gravity and weight return and as there is now solid ground underneath you, it feels very awkward. You loose your balance as you try to compensate for your new body and the weapon. You try to keep from toppling over and damnit your body feels so much heavier then before. How goddamn big are you now? The axe plants its blade into the ground as you fail to keep it aloft properly and you try and use it to stabilize yourself. As you grab it, you realize that you're wearing furred gloves. When the hell did you get those? Given all the other weirdness it makes sense you didn't really notice them.

You take a moment to get a sense of balance and attempt to heft your ungainly weapon. You guess you'll have to get used to swinging this thing around. You try to feel around your groin at the weird sensation and realize despite the Stygian darkness, you're wearing what distinctly feels like an extremely tight thong. Goddamnit, this is apparently one of those No Nudity games so you're never really naked as it were, you're just given a tiny shred of covering to make it past censorship boards, fantastic. You really need to find some clothes and fast. You get the feeling that despising being the Juggernaught you done want to take many hits with so much exposed skin. Speaking of defending yourself, you realize your first priority is to try and carry that massive axe you were so in love with moments ago.

It takes a few pulls to free it from the ground and a few more to lift it up completely. You manage to get the thing up and nearly kill yourself propping the huge weapon on your shoulder, buckling to your knees. If you were really this strong, how in the hell are you supposed to carry this anvil on a stick? You get the humbling feeling this is what a Level 1 character really feels like, despite what Fantasy RPG's show you. You assume you'll have to grow into the weapon as you level up. At least you hope and pray that's the case.

As you try to recover you finally see a light source, an archway leading to a forested area not too far away. You hoist the axe as best you can and struggle to get to the doorway. Naturally, you make various grunts and grounds as you struggle and can't help but notice your voice seems rather off. Deep but also lighter at the same time. You aren't in the mood stand in the dark and have a conversation with yourself so you'll worry about that later. Right now, the first mission objective is to get you and your weapon to that archway.

It is rather inviting isn't it? There are sounds of birds and rays of sunlight. A breeze rushes through it in your direction and you feel the chill, suddenly given a brisk reminder that you are more or less totally naked accept for your boots. Whatever you are wearing covers less then hair, that at least trails fully down most of your back.

Your thighs are thick enough you feel them graze one another with each step as you trudge closer to the archway, eager to leave the black abyss behind you. They are much more solid then your normal body but much softer then you would have assumed. Another issue is the obnoxiously tiny undergarment that seems to try to work deeper into your groin with very little movement of your lower body. You painstakingly try to get a bit more accustomed to the weapon as you move, at least in carrying it, you hope to hell you won't be thrown into a fight too quickly or it's likely a full on Game Over. You doubt you could fend off a Mario Goomba in your present state. You pray to the video-game Gods that there is a tutorial. You also feel your heavy breathing in your chest more then normal, it raises and falls with ever inhale of air, your muscles must be quite impressive, at least to look at. The chilly wind is probably why it feels extra sensitive at the moment, the harness you're wearing is just noticeable enough to be nuisance.

Finally you manage to haul the big ass axe to the archway and step out into a rather scenes forested area, it's beautiful, seemingly isolated behind groves of trees, a small ruin lit by rays of light that just manage to pierce the canopy above. It's actually very pleasant here. You think back to whomever had cursed you to endure being stuck inside a video game and scoff. You are a massive, muscle bound barbarian with an appropriately sized axe, in a picturesque fantasy forest. Albeit needing some experience to grind out before you're fully functional but you've accepted that facet of your situation. Some form of punishment this turned out to be.

You give the ruins around you a long scrutinizing look and among the ancient debris, you notice a mostly intact mirror leaning against a crumbling column. You eagerly drag your axe over to it, vainly wanting to admire your new body. You stride over to it and finally see yourself, no longer normal every day you but the new videogame protagonist you, in your new heroic body for the first time. You let out a high pitched terrified scream.

You are indeed insanely, disproportionately large and muscle bound but you are also clearly female! Your gaming knowledge triggers and you stare at yourself, mouth open in terror as you register the iconic visage of the Amazon from Dragon's Crown Pro. Virtually naked of anything even remotely considered armor, stripped down to a thought thing, a top that looks like string draw across your nipples, and an insultingly more useful pair of leather boots with braces and furred gloves. Nothing is more prominent then your insanely large ass and thighs which threaten to devour the tiny thing that keeps fighting to bury itself completely into your intimate curves. You know what this character is, a complete and total avatar of sexual objectification, pretending to be a symbol of female strength. You've admired the character and the many official and unofficial artist renditions across the Internet and now as you stand here, you feel as if you're being watched and lusted over by unseen forces, the target of the sexual hunger of horny videogame nears everywhere. You know this because until this second you proudly counted yourself among their number. You quickly glance between your legs and moan in misery as you suddenly face the reality that you've also lost your manhood.

"Oh God! Not like this! Please No!"

As you shuffle anxiously in place, your thing comes dangerously close to finding the soft fold of your pussy lips and nearly slides between them. You fight to pull your thong loose but it doesn't budge. You look up at the heavens unable to face the reality of your ordeal.

You moan as you gaze at your body, inches from bursting out into tears. You certainly don't feel like an unstoppable bad ass barbarian right now, and the humiliated face of the curvy nearly naked girl glaring back at you proves you don't really look it either. You're about to call out and pray to the unknown **** that put you in this despicable situation and beg for mercy, beg to be restored to your original self and end this nightmare, when the sounds of something or someone approaching makes your head snap in the direction opposite the archway. Too terrified to move and already aware you could very well get very far with your weapon, useless as it is, you uncertainly stand your ground as whoever is approaching rounds the corner past a half destroyed wall.