Monsword - Part II The Champion - Chapter 14

PART II

The Champian

Chapter 14

The light streamed in through the open curtains, drawing Tolian to consciousness.   Her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the light, as it had been so long since she had seen daylight.  Her long brown hair blocked some of the sun’s brilliance.  She gently raised herself up in bed, noticing immediately the weight and shifting of her breasts as she did so.   Tentatively she inched the covers down, watching fearfully as more and more of her breasts were revealed.  They were huge! (Or so, at least, they appeared to her).  Her eyes grew wide in dismay at the sight which she would have drooled over if they were on someone else’s body.  She examined the delicacy and slenderness of her arms and hands as she felt the softness of her breasts in her palms.  Doing that made Tolian become aware of a feeling that was stirring inside her.  Then the true calamity of her situation became evident.  She sat up.  Painfully aware of the significance of the airy feeling between her legs.  In a jerk she pulled off the covers.  Her waist seemed impossibly slender and her hips were round, but what caught Tolian’s attention was the tuft of hair between her legs  It was gone.  She felt sick.  A deep longing anguish passed across her heart.  With nervous curiosity she carefully felt her new genitalia.

She was interrupted by someone clearing their throat.  It was Magara.

Tolian quickly pulled her hands away, embarrassed.   She covered herself with her arms, though her one arm proved insufficient to hide her amble breasts.

“I’m uh...,” Tolian said.

Her voice sounded so foreign to her.  It was soft, a woman’s voice.

“Keep calm, child,” the High Druidess said.  “It’s perfectly natural, one would suppose, for you to be ... well...curious about yourself.  Are you all right?”

“Of course, I’m not  all right.  I’m a woman!  Damn you!” Tolian shouted.

She sat back down on the bed, and pulled the covers over herself.

“Come, there’s no point in being ashamed of your body.  We’ve all seen it, you know.”

That was hardly a comforting thought.

She didn’t know how she felt.  It was so new.  So different.  She was flooded with energy and life.  The way her body felt had changed .  She was incredibly self-conscious.

Tolian was not pleased by the weird approval in Magara’s eye as she gazed on the prince.

“It’s quite remarkable,” Magara said.

“What is?”

“You.  You’re so....  The Goddess blessed you in your transformation; you may well be the most woman in the world.”

She was dumbfounded.

“I’m serious.  Come look at yourself in the mirror, over here.”

Tolian pulled the cover around herself and walked reluctantly towards the full length mirror which leaned against the far wall of her chamber.

Tolian gasped, “Oh...I...”

Tolian stared at a shocked, fantastically gorgeous woman, looking back at her from the mirror.  She raised one hand and touched her face.  She looked a lot like the portrait of her mother she had always seen as a little boy.  As she stared in numb stupor, Magara jerked the blanket away from Tolian, revealing everything.

Tolian’s mouth opened even wider.  She had the body of a goddess, a well endowed goddess.  It was impossible.

“I can’t...” Tolian began.  She was too curious to stop examining herself.  She didn’t bother to cover her nudity.

“You can and you will,” Magara scolded her.  “Yes, I know you were a man, but you must learn to put it behind you.  You are going to have to accept that you are a woman now.  You have a lot to learn.”

“Look, I’ll do whatever I must to destroy the Demon, but I am never going to accept this.  I am a man!”  Tolian shouted in her feminine voice.

She stormed over to the blanket Magara had thrown and covered herself back up.

“You know, my dear, we usually wear clothes around here, not blankets,”  the Matriarch said, gesturing to some clothes which were piled neatly on the chair next to her bed.

Tolian walked over to chair, unable to take her eyes off her bouncing chest as she moved.  She picked up the clothes, “A dress?  Tolian, Son of Tolris does not wear a dress!”

“Perhaps, but Tolian Moondaughter, shall; at least until some other clothing can be arranged. Now put it on.”

She was so insecure and frightened.  She felt vulnerable, weak.

Tolian replied meekly, “I think I need to go to the bathroom first.”

Magara gestured to the chamber pot.  She turned to allow Tolian some privacy.  Tolian dropped the blanket again and attempted to position herself over the chamber pot.  She squatted and began to urinate.  She had never felt more humiliated in her entire life.  What would they say back in Lorm if they could see her now?  She didn’t let herself think about it long.  She couldn’t.  Her mind was in a state of tumult.

Magara spoke, “We usually wipe ourselves after urinating.”

Tolian did so.

She had no idea what to do.

“It’s going to take you a little while to get used to everything, you have a lot to learn about being a woman.”

“Yeah,” Tolian said sarcastically.

“You will learn to like it, I promise you.”

The Prince of Lorm shook her head vehemently, “I will not live long enough to like being a woman.  I’m going to kill your demon and that’s it.”

“We shall see.  In the mean time, put your dress on. There is someone waiting who has been desperately worried about you.”

Tolian lifted her dress with confusion.

“Here you go dear, I’ll help you with that.”  She helped Tolian pull the dress on over her head.  Magara led her back to the Mirror.

It was so unreal.  Like the weirdest dream Tolian ever had.  She had to admit that she was beautiful .  She stared down at her cleavage.

“You like them don’t you?”  Magara asked mischievously.

“How dare you?  Of course not!  You have cursed my body with these, these things!”

Tolian was surprised by the savage fierceness of her response.  Perhaps, there was something to what Magara said that struck a nerve.  They did feel kind of... Tolian stopped herself.

“Come, Your Highness, you have some visitors to attend.”

“Look, I’m really not in the mood for visitors.”

Then Tolian heard the voice.

“Not even me, Your Highness?”

It was Brythia.

Tolian’s heart leapt for joy, for just a moment.  Then she remembered.  She turned her back to Brythia.

“Please don’t look at me,” Tolian whispered.

“I know that you are changed, Tolian, but it does not change the way my heart feels for you,” Brythia said.

“I shall leave you two,” Magara announced awkwardly.

Tolian said nothing.

Magara left the room, wishing Brythia good luck in passing. Tolian had no idea of what to do.  She loved Brythia, more than life itself.  She had undergone the transformation for her sake, yet now, she was afraid to face her.

“Do you not love me, Tolian?”  The druidess inquired,

“Of course, I love you,” Tolian said, trying to make her soft voice sound a little more manly.  It only gave it a husky, sexy tone, which Tolian did not like at all .  “It’s just that...well, you know...”

“I know only that I love you, you’re the only man I will ever love.”

Tolian spun around.

Brythia let out a surprised “Goodness.”

She looked up and down, thoroughly taking in Tolian’s new appearance.

“They were right,” Brythia said, “The Moon Goddess really did bless you.”

“I’m the only man you’ll ever love, huh?”

Brythia rushed up to Tolian and kissed her.

“We’ll learn to adapt,” the druidess said.

Tolian’s heart was pounding as she covered Brythia’s lips with soft kisses.  For a moment she lost herself there, forgetting about everything that had happened.  Then as their embrace became more heated, Tolian became aware of various new sensations.  Her nipples were getting hard and becoming erect.  A pleasant, little ache inside her mingled with a myriad of other new sensations.  She pulled away from Brythia and spun around, her arms crossed awkwardly below her breasts.

It was no use.  Everything was so different.  Tolian stared down at the floor, afraid to make eye contact.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?  Everything’s wrong.”

Then Tolian couldn’t help herself, all of her embarrassment, loss and insecurity bubbled out.  She started to cry.

Brythia walked over and gently comforted her with an embrace.  “It’ll be Okay.  We’ll just have to get used to it.  I love you.  I’ll help you adjust.  But, remember it’s new for both of us.  I don’t usually fall in love with brunettes, you know.”

She started crying too.

They held each other.  Tolian was so confused.  It was like a dream and a nightmare at once.

“I feel so weak and helpless now,” Tolian said.

But it wasn’t true.  That was how she expected herself to feel.  In actuality she felt mysteriously powerful.  A new strength seemed to grow inside her, more and more.  It was such feeling of power.  Suddenly she felt so strong.

“Excuse me a moment,” she said to Brythia.

She had to know if the power she felt was real.  Every fibre of her being felt super charged with energy.  She walked over to a brass cup which sat on the table.  She picked it up in her delicate hand and crushed it into a ball of metal.  She handed the ball to Brythia.

“By the gods,” said the druidess.  “We had better go tell Magara about this, at once.”

She hurried out the door.  Tolian started to follow her, but hesitated to go into the hallway.

Brythia pulled her out, “Come on Tolian, Don’t be embarrassed, you’re fine.”

“I can’t let people see me like this,” she said.

“So, you’re just going to hide in your room?”

“Well, I’m ...”

“Come on,” Brythia said, grabbing her arm and tugging her down the corridor.  Tolian didn’t want to resist for fear of hurting Brythia with her newly found strength.  They passed several other druidesses on the way.  They smiled at Tolian politely, but she was sure they were mocking her, behind her back.

 Walking was quite different, she noticed.  Her legs were freer, without the extra equipment hanging down there.  It felt too empty.

She couldn’t help but stare at her own breasts as they jiggled and bounced with every step.  They reached Magara’s chambers in hardly any time.  Brythia knocked on the door and the High Druidess commanded, “Come in.”

They entered the chamber.  It was quite plain in its decor.  As they went in they could see that Magara was engaged in a conversation with someone.  It was a man, judging by his garb he was a noble warrior, though they couldn’t see his face as his back was to them.  Magara appeared surprised to see Tolian.  Then a concerned expression crossed her face.

The stranger turned towards them to see who had entered.  At first Tolian didn’t recognize him.  Then she almost fainted again.

It was Delorick.

Copyright 2002, 2015 Diana Hignutt