The Feminized Hero

"Now then. Strip."

"……."

Every piece of my sacred wargear—save for the holy sword, Daylight—remained clad against my skin. With the Demon King's massive claw clamped tight around my throat, I was dragged to my feet and forced to unfasten them piece by piece. Down to the smallclothes worn underneath, every stitch came off.

"Fold them neatly and place them on the floor."

"……."

The crushing mortification of standing stark naked before the bastard made my hands instinctively drop to cover my groin. Seeing that, the Demon King curled his lips into a foul, lecherous grin.

"Piss on your armor."

"...What?"

"It signifies casting away the man you were."

Goddammit. Gritting my teeth, I aimed downward and unleashed a stream straight over the divine clothes piled at my feet. The golden weave hissed and darkened under the splash. The Demon King watched the entire spectacle, cackling with guttural amusement.

Fuck... he's recording every second of this! But damn it all... if it means staying alive...!

"Sandro. Prepare the Feminization Curse."

The robed skeleton stepped forward, dragging along an aberrant monstrosity—a writhing clump of tentacles shaped like a grotesque, flesh-eating pitcher plant.

"Crawl inside," the Demon King commanded. "When you emerge, you'll be an obedient bitch sculpted precisely to my taste."

A heavy shove sent me tumbling into the open gullet of the plant, where countless anemone-like appendages coiled and squirmed over my bare skin.

"The next time you open your eyes, you'll be a beauty. Look forward to it."

"Y-You son of a—mph!"

The moment my mouth parted, a thick, slick tendril rammed between my teeth.

"Mmph! Mmmph!"

Dammit, every single orifice was being invaded at once—!

Shhk!

"...?!"

A slender tendril drove directly down my urethra!

From beyond the pulsing floral walls, the Demon King's deep voice resonated, heavy with sick anticipation.

"Heh heh. What an extraordinary specimen. Not only did you preserve your purity as a man, but you never even indulged in spilling your own seed."

How the hell did he know that?!

"I can tell just by how swollen your balls are with concentrated vital essence. I coveted it the instant I laid eyes on you."

Stop staring at me, you pervert...! It feels like your eyes are slathering all over my skin!

"Once I turn you into a female, every drop of that hoarded vigor will be redirected into your womb. The eggs you produce will become the supreme soil for my brood."

"Mmmgh! Mmph!"

The tentacle lodged deep inside my manhood began pumping a warm, foreign fluid straight into me. My testicles were forcibly engorging, swelling to their absolute limit.

"An anesthetic," the Demon King murmured casually. "Take a nice, long rest."

"Mmm-mmph!"

The tendril wedged down my throat spewed a viscous discharge. The second I swallowed the slippery fluid against my will, an overwhelming wave of darkness crashed over my mind.

"Gasp!"

I snapped awake, bolting upright in bed. An unfamiliar ceiling stared back. Where was I?

"Normal Town."

"Huh...?"

Normal Town? The rear garrison where the entire force of holy knights had reportedly been wiped out without warning? Had the back lines truly collapsed so easily to an ambush?

Sitting beside the bed was that demonic pervert, grinning down at me with revolting indulgence. The sticky, lewd appraisal in his glowing red gaze made my skin crawl.

"I brought you here while your body was being reconstructed. If we're to have a wedding, we ought to have guests, wouldn't you agree?"

"What did you just say...?"

"Congratulations on becoming a female. Go on, inspect your new flesh."

"……."

I glanced beneath the sheets, but I couldn't even see my own stomach. A pair of colossal breasts completely obstructed the view.

"...What the hell? Are ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you obsessed with giant tits or something?!"

They were massive—the size of ripe watermelons. J-cups? K-cups? What is this grotesque circus? It's terrifying!

"A prime breeding vessel must embody profound femininity," the blue-skinned, horned bastard replied, giving a blithe shrug.

Ignoring him, I turned toward the full-length mirror set beside the bed. Reflected on the glass was a raven-haired stunner of jaw-dropping elegance, her sharp, feline eyes glaring back at me. An aggressively voluptuous, dominant-looking vixen. Her ribcage was narrow, her waist slender to a fault, and her legs tapered down long, sleek, and pale.

Yet her curves were preposterous. In stark defiance of that waspish waist, the hips flared out wide, framed like some dedicated child-bearing apparatus. The monster had literally sculpted me into a living, breathing pregnancy sleeve...!

"Don't entertain notions of rebellion," he warned, leaning down to jab a thick claw right into my lower belly. "Every ounce of your former strength has been consolidated down here."

"S-Stop that!"

"Heh heh heh. Breaking your technique took immense effort, but the reward was worth every drop of sweat."

"……."

The legendary skill he had worked so ruthlessly to shatter—

"Ah, completely useless," the Demon King chuckled darkly. "A modified anatomical form is not recognized as a curse by your system."

Over a thousand defeats... my spirit had already fractured into dust. If it hadn't been worn down to raw splinters, I never would have succumbed to a profane feminization curse like this...!

"Come now. Let us present this breathtaking figure to everyone."

"N-No! Stop!"

Grab!

Was I always this feeble? The grip around my wrist felt tight enough to splinter the bones. I couldn't put up the slightest resistance.

"Behave."

Smack!

He brought a broad hand down across my breast with a stinging crack. It felt like fire erupting across my chest.

"Ngh...!"

The strength drained straight out of my knees, sending me tumbling to the floor.

"We must renew your submission. Sandro."

"At your command, Majesty."

The skeletal lich, swathed in dark tattered robes, drifted forward and leveled the Video Recording Orb straight at me. Stop filming, you goddamn freak! What is this, a porn shoot?!

"Prostrate yourself before me."

"……."

Naked against the cold stone, I dropped to my hands and knees, bowing low.

"Raise your backside higher."

"……."

"Beg for your life. Say, 'Please spare me.'"

"P-Please... spare my life...."

Dammit, dammit...! He forced me to arch my spine, pushing my rounded rump ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠into the air and swaying it like an eager bitch in heat.

Slap!

"Ah!"

Why the hell did he hit me again?!

"A truly enticing rear. Built to bear children with ease. The balance is exquisite."

"……."

"Do you truly desire to live?"

"...Yes."

"Then piss on your wargear once more."

"What...?"

His lips curled into an obscene sneer. "You are no longer a male. To cast away your past and demonstrate that you are now my female, piss on your armor again."

"……."

Hesitantly, I crawled over the folded remains of my legendary equipment and tried to crouch. Damn this monster—he intentionally left my mound completely hairless! If not for my outer lips clinging tightly shut, my pink slit would have been put on full display. Pissing bare-skinned like this with everyone watching...!

As I tried to keep my knees pressed together in a nervous crouch, a harsh command barked from above.

"Did I tell you to squat?"

"Wh-What...?"

"Stand in a horse stance. Rest your hands on top of your head and let it loose."

"……."

Squeezing my eyes shut, I forced myself to my feet. Dear gods, I can't do this...!

"While declaring: 'The Hero Erika has been defeated.'"

"Erika...?"

"Indeed. Your name is Erika now. A proper female deserves a proper female name."

"……."

Dammit, dammit, dammit...! Gritting my molars until they creaked, I locked my hands atop my head and stepped over my folded armor.

"Spread your legs."

"……."

I shifted my feet slightly.

"Wider. Much wider."

"……."

The mirror captured the image: an absurdly gorgeous raven-haired woman with enormous breasts, biting her lower lip in raw humiliation while standing bowlegged. Is that really me? Is this waking nightmare real? Am I truly going to bear this monster's whelps, just like that mad goddess proclaimed...?

"Allow me to assist."

Grab!

"Eek?! Don't touch me!"

With terrifying brute force, his massive hands seized my thighs and wrenched them apart. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠The supple flesh of my inner thighs yielded under the bruising pressure of his fingers, forced open without mercy. I had no leverage, no strength to contest him!

"Piss."

"……."

You sick bastard! Don't hug me from behind! Clamping my frame against his massive chest while wrenching my legs wide, he leaned down and whispered against my earlobe, his moist tongue flicking against the rim.

"Shhhhhhh...."

"Ngh...!"

The bastard was hissing at me like an adult coaxing a toddler to use the chamber pot! I kept my mouth shut as tight as my hairless, untouched folds, straining with every fiber of my being to hold it in.

"Tsk. Stubborn."

Press.

"Aah! Stop pressing!"

His heavy thumb was bearing directly down onto my bladder!

"Piss."

He kneaded the lower swell of my belly with relentless precision.

"No, don't—!"

"Hands on your head. Look straight into the mirror."

"N-Ngh...!"

In the glass, a crimson-lipped, black-haired beauty stood trapped, trembling in deep disgrace with her legs parted wide. Gods... is that truly my reflection? Every time the azure demon's fingers sank into the pale, velvety skin of her lower abdomen, her thighs shuddered, fighting a desperate, losing battle against her own biology.

Even the look of agony knotting her brows was breathtaking. Perfectly arched dark eyebrows. Lips naturally flushed with vibrant, blooming color without a speck of rouge. Lush, fan-like eyelashes fluttering with every ragged breath. Anyone looking at her would be smitten—and yet she was me. Squinting closely, I could faintly trace the ghost of my former features buried within that devastating face.

Press.

"Let it out. Empty yourself."

I can't... I can't hold it anymore! My bladder is going to burst! It's leaking—it's leaking out—!

Drip.

A thin trickle escaped, rolling down my inner thigh. The warm, gliding sensation sent a violent shudder down my spine.

"Declare it," he breathed against my neck, his voice a low rumble. "Unless you wish to die."

"A-Aah...!"

Squeeze, press!

Stop pushing it, please! It's coming, it's coming, it's coming! I'm going to burst—!

"Speak, and I will release the pressure."

"R-Really?!"

"I promise."

I couldn't endure another second of the torment!

"Splendid imagery, Hero," Sandro's dry, mocking rattle chimed from behind the lens. "A marvelous angle indeed."

Shut the fuck up, you skeletal freak! Turn that damn orb off!

I broke.

"The Hero Erika has been defeated—aaaaaahhh!!"

"More."

"I was beaten like a dog by the Demon King! I'm so sorryyyyy!!"

"Kuh-kuh-kuh. Good girl."

The crushing force on my bladder slackened, and for a fleeting instant, relief washed through my chest—until—

"Now, piss."

Thrust!

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!"

His palm slammed ruthlessly into my lower stomach.

Psssssshhh!

No! I can't—I can't stop it!

"Don't push, aaaaah!"

Squish!

"Eeeeek!"

With mortifying clarity, I felt a heavy plug of tension give way between my thighs. A thick, violent jet erupted forward, cascading down in an unstoppable deluge.

"Ngh, aah! Ahh...!"

How could voiding my bladder feel this intensely relieving? My human pride, my masculine dignity... all of it was flushing away in warm golden steam!

"Oho. Your spine is already arching. You were tuned to be exquisitely sensitive, it seems."

My thoughts were dissolving into pure static. The sheer release was intoxicating. The hissing stream splashed endlessly against the golden metal of my armor, spattering across the floor.

Splaaash—drip, squirt, plop!

"Ngh... h-hic... ah...!"

With every final, sputtering squirt, fat tears welled in my eyes and traced hot lines down my cheeks.

"Heh heh heh. Adorable. This is how you learn your place."

Slurp.

His tongue swept across my cheek, lapping up the moisture.

"...Don't lick my tears."

"You are far more captivating when you weep. It makes me want to reduce you to tears forever."

"...I'm done. Are you satisfied now?!"

My armor was thoroughly soaked, dripping with my own urine. The Demon King chuckled with deep satisfaction, reaching around to brutally knead one of my watermelon-sized breasts, his talons sinking deep into the yielding flesh.

"Splendid. Shall we proceed to the next stage?"

"The next stage...?"

"I find myself quite fond of you. You turned out exactly as I envisioned."

Though faint remnants of the boy I had been lingered beneath the surface, my flesh had been remodeled into the Demon King's ultimate fantasy of a woman.

"I intend to take you as my bride."

Snap!

He snapped his fingers, and a mannequin materialized, draped in an opulent white wedding gown. Hands roughly forced the silk and lace over my trembling limbs.

"Stay still."

"What?!"

Without warning, he gripped the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fabric and shredded it to ribbons, tearing away everything covering my most vulnerable areas.

What the hell was he doing?! You can't call this a wedding gown! It exposed far more than it hid! The bodice was slashed so low my nipples were practically tumbling out. The corset barely offered any modesty, and the skirt didn't even cover the crease of my buttocks! The bottom was nothing more than an open thong—a few flimsy frills clinging to string bands that left everything bare beneath. It was designed purely to arouse!

"Now then, let us step out into the plaza and exchange our vows before the masses."

"You think I'd walk out there dressed like this?!"

"And if you refuse?"

Smack!

"Agh!"

Every time he struck my chest, the shockwave forced my knees to buckle.

I couldn't win. Had a thousand defeats carved terror into the marrow of my bones? The will to fight back had evaporated entirely.

"Heh heh heh. Broken again, are we? You had best become accustomed to it, little loser."

"Ngh... Who are you calling a loser...! My body may have changed, but my heart will never submit!"

"Is that so? Now that your curse immunity is shattered, perhaps I should carve a slave brand into your flesh."

"...!"

"What's the matter? Lost your bravado? Tell me what you'd prefer. A womb crest? My name branded across your slit? Or 'The Demon King's Slave' scrawled across your forehead? Which shall it be?"

"……."

"Shut your mouth and keep still."

Helpless, I allowed the demonic attendants to finish arranging the tattered remnants of the dress. They thrust a bouquet of pristine white lilies into my trembling hands and draped a gossamer veil over my dark hair.

"Bind her."

Ropes lashed around my arms and legs, pinning the bouquet against my stomach. A leather collar was fastened around my throat, and I was hauled out into the center of the town square like an obedient bitch on a leash.

Dragged up onto the raised dais, the sight before me stole what little air remained in my lungs. The surviving folk of Normal Town, the cavalry under Lord Morrich's command, and the holy knights thought to have vanished without a trace—all of them were kneeling in the dirt, bound in thick iron chains.

"Behold!" the Demon King's voice boomed across the silence. "Your female Hero, Erika!"

I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing the earth would swallow me whole. The stunned murmurs of the crowd cut sharper than blades.

"Wh-Who is that woman...?"

"That's the Hero?"

"She looks like a common whore dressed in a ruined bridal gown...."

The meager strips of lace couldn't begin to contain my massive bust. The pale pink tips of my nipples peeked brazenly over the scalloped hems. To make matters worse, the ropes binding my forearms squeezed my chest together, mounding the cleavage high and proud. My plump hips and rounded backside peeked out from beneath the shredded frills, while my bound knees forced me to take tiny, delicate steps, making it look as though I were coquettishly strutting for the crowd.

It was absolute hell. I wanted desperately to hide, but with my limbs trussed tight, I could do nothing but mince forward under the leering gaze of my captors.

"Look upon the path your champion walked to become this lovely female!"

"No! Don't show them!"

Cruelly ignoring my pleas, Sandro activated the projection orb, casting massive illusions across the open sky.

My naked form kneeling in defeat, pissing over my own holy armor.

The nightmarish biological reconstruction within the flesh-eating plant.

The newly transformed woman groveling on all fours, spreading her legs wide to wet herself while sobbing out her surrender with her own lips....

"Even the Hero...!"

"All hope is lost...."

"If they catch you, they just turn you into a breeding sow?! We're finished...!"

Despair rippled through the captives like a plague. All except for one man.

"I gave you what you wanted! Release Nina!"

Standing bound at the base of the dais was Lord Morrich—husband to the silver-haired thief Nina.

"You traitorous piece of shit!" I snarled, spitting right down into his gaunt face. "Ptui!"

"Kuh-kuh. You should be thanking him, Erika," the Demon King chuckled, stroking my waist. "Thanks to his loyalty, you have earned my personal favor."

"Shut up...!"

Smack!

"Ngh!"

This time, his palm cracked hard against my exposed rear cheek.

"My word. Did that blow arouse you? Your nipples have grown stiff."

"N-No! That's just—!"

My body was betraying me. A humiliating warmth was throbbing in my lower belly, sending faint tremors through my womb. Was I actually getting wet down there?!

"You did well, Morrich," the Demon King dismissed. "I will honor our pact. Stand there and watch."

The macabre skeletal lich stepped forward to act as the officiant before the captives.

"Lord Demon King, do you swear to pour your boundless vigor into this woman, reducing her to a sex-crazed female vessel?"

What kind of profane vow is that?!

"I so swear."

"And you, the feminized Hero Erika. Do you swear to receive the Demon King's seed with boundless joy, bearing and raising his heirs?"

"……."

I couldn't say it. The words stuck like bile in my throat. In front of all these people, how could I possibly—

Squeeze!

"Ah?!"

His clawed hand suddenly cupped my buttock, digging into the soft flesh.

"Do you wish to die here?"

"Ngh...!"

Survive. As long as I stay alive, there's always a chance. Swallow your pride. Just for now... just endure it!

This body wasn't truly mine. Flesh modification was just another form of curse and debuff! If my party came for me, Saintess Martha or Grand Mage Yuria would find a way to restore me to a man. They had cured victims of chimeric blood experiments and freed those turned into thralls by the Vampire King. They would save me too. I had to hold on until then!

Swallowing dryly, I whispered, "...Yes."

"Then, to receive the Demon King's seed, do you swear to willingly part your thighs and offer your hips?"

Goddammit! Why was the ceremony written like this?! They were mocking me to the bitter end!

It's just words. None of it is real...!

"...Yes."

"The vows are sealed. Now, the kiss of covenant."

Mmph!

"Mmm-gh?!"

His arms locked around me, mashing his mouth down onto mine. My very first kiss...! Did getting kissed by a male while trapped in a woman's body even count as a first kiss? Or was it technically heterosexual now? My mind spun in dizzy circles.

Slurp, squelch, suck!

"Mmmph! Mmm-mm!"

He was relentless. How could a tongue be that long?! Even though I clamped my teeth shut, his raw strength forced my lips apart, driving a wet, serpentine muscle deep into my mouth. It hunted down my own tongue like a predator flushing prey from a corner, wrapping around it and sucking with ravenous hunger.

"Mmmgh! Mmmph... nhhh!"

I thrashed in his grip, but his arms squeezed like an iron vise, crushing my bruised buttocks while drinking down my saliva. It was filthy. Revolting. I wanted to vomit.

And yet... despite everything....

Squish.

"...?!"

Why was it getting so damp between my legs?

"Mmmph!"

He couldn't find out. If he noticed, I'd be ruined! My nipples were tightening into hard, aching buds...!

"Haaah! Hah... gasp, hah...!"

He finally broke the kiss, leaving me panting like someone pulled from the depths of the sea. If I had known what was coming next, I would have begged for the kiss to last forever.

The azure demon pressed his mouth to my throat. His wet, unnervingly long tongue dragged down my neck, crossed the hollow of my collarbone, and trailed lower, heading straight for my chest.

"Wh-What are you doing?!"

"Be quiet."

"Y-You're going to fuck me here?!"

His talons hooked the flimsy lace that barely covered my breast, pulling it down. A virgin pink nipple popped out, fully bared to the cold mountain air. If it hadn't been attached to my own body, I would have used the sight to jerk off for the rest of my life—it was that obscenely gorgeous. In the next breath, that perfect bud vanished between his blue lips.

Slurp, suck.

"Ahn! Take it inside! Please, not here! Everyone is watching...!"

I wriggled desperately, but his grip didn't budge an inch. The moment I tried to jerk away, he yanked the collar, barking down at me.

"Did the officiant not state the terms? The kiss of covenant must be completed."

"We just did that! You kissed me until I nearly suffocated!"

"What nonsense are you babbling?"

The Demon King's expression turned stone-cold, his eyes glowing with sadistic mirth.

"The true kiss of covenant is planted by my cock, deep against your cervix."

Oh.