Rise of a New Order

Alfonse. The idea popped into my mind fully formed. Alfonse and I had known one-another since childhood, when we both came to the Order as foundlings. His chamber was not too far from mine. If I were to go to him and explain what happened, if I could convince just him that it was indeed his friend trapped in this body, then he could bring a healer to me and persuade them of my true identity. It was the only plan I had, and I drew some comfort from the prospect of seeking assistance from my old friend.

Course of action decided, I rose purposefully from the bed and then muttered a curse as the twin weights jutting from my chest pulled me stumbling forward once more. I looked down at my breasts in dismay. I never imagined breasts were so heavy! Did all women have to deal with this? I had little experience to draw from, having had no cause to see any women undressed so far in my life with the Order. My only reference was Khadila during our battle, and back then I had tried my utmost to ignore her... assets. I reckoned that mine were probably smaller than hers, but not by much.

Smaller they may be, but still the mass of the melon-sized mounds dragged me forward inexorably. I had to lean back to keep my balance. Shifting my gait experimentally, I found if I curved my back slightly, drawing my shoulders back while pushing my hips forward, then the great weight of the twin globes was easier to carry. It did have unfortunate side-effect of thrusting them forward brazenly.

I marvelled at how my body settled so easily into this unnatural posture. Back when Alfonse and I had been initiates, we were trained from an early age to stand upright and erect. It was a necessity if one intended to don the weighty armour of our order. I ran a hand down my side, confirming the conspicuous absence of musculature. My old drill masters would be horrified to see the sweeping curve of my narrow waist as it flared out into wide hips and my bulging posterior. I took a few hesitant steps, fighting the way my hips wanted to sway from side to side, but found it impossible to prevent my rear from swinging as I walked.

Belatedly, I recalled the tenants of the Order I was sworn to uphold. I pulled back from probing too deeply into the theological quandary of whether one's own body could violate the Order's precept that forbade looking upon an unclad women. Regardless, I refrained from examining my conspicuously female form any further and instead searched for something to cover myself with.

My armour was obviously a lost cause. Half-heartedly, I attempted to put my room in order, but it was in vain. They were so heavy that I could barely shift the metal plates from where they lay littering the floor. My lithe arms retained no trace of the chiselled musculature that once carried the plate metal into battle so easily.

Instead, I donned a simple robe from my wardrobe. It was comically long on me now, draping well past my ankles and sweeping behind me over the stone floor. I hitched up the excess as best I could and bound it tightly around my waist.

Looking down, I was dismayed at just how pronounced the swell of my bosom was beneath the cloth. Feeling my face reddening, I endeavoured to hide the jutting of those conspicuously feminine shapes, shifting more of the excess cloth above the binding cord to hide the twin bulges as best I could amongst other bumps and folds. The rough-spun cotton tickled as it brushed across the sensitive skin of my breasts. I shivered with anticipation, but set aside the teasing promises of pleasure the unintentional touches evoked.

My slippers were now several sizes too small and fell from my feet after only a few steps. I would have to do without. Before I left, took one last look around my room at the scattered pieces of armour. Hopefully no one would discover this mess before I could explain myself to Alfonse.

At the door, I strained my ears for any sound of movement in the corridor outside. The revelry of the gathering downstairs still echoed up through the bones of the stone keep, but nothing sounded nearby. I at the handle with all my strength, straining against the heavy oak door, and succeeded in opening it a crack before poking my head out, glancing quickly up and down both directions. Nobody was there.

Alfonse's chamber was located in the east wing, down one floor. Not far in normal times, but my need for stealth could make it a perilous journey. I set off, padding barefoot on the stone floor, suddenly glad that I had no footwear that might have caused a noise.

I had never thought to be sneaking around in my own home. Corridors I had walked for decades were uncanny from my new perspective. Familiar statues loomed menacingly from their alcoves, the heroic knights of our order no longer meeting my gaze as equals. Once I was of a height with them, but now they stared down in stony disapproval at the woman skulking past them.

A metallic clanking sounded from up ahead. I froze. From a side-corridor I saw a flickering light, growing brighter, and the tell-tale sound of armour clinking closer. I dived for the nearest door and tried the latch, but it was locked. Looking around wildly, there were no other doors in this part of the corridor.

I hurried back down the way I had come, silently cursing the swaying of my hips that made running so difficult, until I reached one of the statues and joined him in his alcove. Pressing up against the stone plinth, I sought to hide in the shadow of the long dead knight. I checked myself to ensure I was out of sight, and cursed silently. My breasts stuck out too far!

Sidling around to the side of the statue, I began to squeeze between the pedestal and the curved wall of the alcove. 'Mmmm-' I bit my lip to stifle a moan as my bosom pushed up against the cold stone, the pleasures I had forbidden my hands now blossomed forth at the chill touch through my robe. I would never have attempted this cramped hiding place before today, but with my newly diminished stature it had looked big enough. I had not accounted for the swell of my posterior, or my protruding chest. I strained to push myself further into the alcove, to no avail.

I was stuck. My breasts moulded and squished against the stolid stone knight as I struggled to free myself, cupping and squeezing the soft flesh with my hands to ease past the stone. The rough touch through my clothes threatened to overwhelm my sensibilities with the pleasures they evoked. I could feel a wetness between my legs, flowing from my... pussy. Khadila filled in the word for me helpfully. I clenched my teeth against both her intrusion and the tantalizing excitement dripping down my thigh. Khadila's amusement at my ridiculous predicament was palpable.

The clanking drew closer and I forced myself to be still. I had no choice but to hope I was far enough into the alcove to not be noticed. I just had to ignore the demands of my body long enough for him to pass. Easy. I bit my lip to distract myself from the licentious sensations throbbing in my chest, trying to still my excited breaths as the footsteps drew level with my statue.

He stopped just before the alcove. Had he heard me? I tensed, feeling my pulse in my ears. The pounding of my heart was an almost physical sensation as my breasts pressed against the stone, each beat accompanied by a throb of arousal. I wondered how the knight would react to finding me here.

Would he believe the buxom lady squeezed against the statue of one of his heroes had once been one of his brethren? Laughable. We had no female servants in the keep, but perhaps I could explain my presence as some errand from town? Most likely he would arrest me on suspicion of bedding with one of his brothers. Or, and my heart beat faster at the thought, would he choose to take me for himself? My body flushed with excitement even as I struggled to push the idea from my mind.

The sound of jangling keys echoed down the corridor, then came the squeaking of a door opening, and moments later an accompanying slam. I let out my breath. The man had gone through the locked door. I thanked the Three that it had not opened when I tried it, or I would really have found out what he would do to a helpless woman in his chamber.

Extricating myself from the alcove proved difficult. My supple belly slipped past easily, but I had to ease my bosom past the stone, using my hands to mould my pillow-soft breasts and bulging posterior. My fingers sank into the ripe flesh and I couldn't stifle my gasps at the lightning sparks of pleasure jolting my senses at each touch. When finally I was freed, I let out a shuddering sigh of relief as the erogenous pressure on my breasts was lifted. I shuffled off quickly down the corridor before anyone else showed up.

The servant stair seemed the safest route to avoid the thoroughfare of the main stairs. I tweaked aside a tapestry that I knew concealed one such stair, and peered down to check the coast was clear. There would be nowhere to hide once inside so I had to be quick.

Each step was at least one and a half my foot length, designed for much a much taller stride. I took them as fast as I dared in a body with unfamiliar physique, all but jumping each step even as my weight shifted in exotic ways. Each lurching step jolted my breasts. I felt them jiggling beneath my rapidly unravelling robe, their smooth skin brushing against the course fabric.

Had not my hands been pressed tight to both walls for fear of losing my balance, I might have held them to keep from bouncing. As it was, each step was accompanied by a burst of delight, the swollen globes knocking against one another, and the stiff, erect nipples snagging on loose threads of my robe and pinging distracting sparks of pleasure into my head as I struggled to concentrate on maintaining my balance. My hair was a mess, strands flying around my face and getting in my mouth.

I was half-way down the stairs when the cord binding my robe inevitably came undone. Parting like curtains with the winds of my passage, the robe flew apart. I imagined what an unsuspecting servant might see if they were just now to pull aside the tapestry that covered the exit: My happily bouncing breasts, taut tips smarting in the chill air, barrelling towards them at barely controlled speed. I felt the wind breezing past my exposed sex, and I tried resolutely not to dwell on the stark contrast of chill air against the burning hot arousal in my groin.

To my great relief, no one arrived to witness my ordeal. I paused at the bottom to lean against the wall, gritting my teeth, breathing hard from not just the exertion, but also the pounding arousal coursing through my body. The unfamiliar throbbing between my thighs had my knees clacking together, while my breasts hummed happily in the aftermath of their jostling. My pulse was racing, and without thinking I placed a hand to my breast to still my racing heart. 'Ohhh..' My fingers closed on the yielding flesh and I quickly clasped my mouth with the other hand to stifle the moan that touch elicited.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. I couldn't stay here, no matter what state I was in. It was only a matter of time before a servant came this way. I listened briefly for any footsteps while I hastily re-tied my robe. Poking my head around the tapestry, I glanced quickly both ways before stumbling off down the corridor, the muscles in my legs twitching with the aftershocks of pleasure.

At long last, I arrived at Alfonse's chamber. Someone could come and discover me shivering with desire outside his door at any moment, but I needed to take some time to collect myself, to recall to mind my purpose here. Instinctively I began to tidy my hair, tucking the strands that had fallen across my face during my chaotic decent behind my ears. After fighting down the various desires in different parts of my body, in a few minutes I felt as ready as I could be. I knocked.

I used the secret code we had made up as boys to plan our night-time escapades. Once, long ago, we had slept in adjacent dormitories with bunks separated only by a thin wooden wall. Our boyhood code had been extended over the years, and even in adulthood had saved us more than once during our adventures with the Order. Tap-Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap-Tap-Tap. The code for 'help'. I recalled the last time we had cause to use this one I had been trapped in the dungeon of some heretic cult. The same was true this time, metaphorically speaking.

From inside I heard movement, shuffling footsteps, and then the door opened a crack. A shaft of light shone out into the dark corridor. I made sure to keep to the shadows.

'Richard? What is wrong-' Alfonse began, but upon peering closer into the darkness at the demure figure before him he was suddenly suspicious. 'Who are you?'

I cleared my throat. 'Alfonse, it is I. Richard. I know I look different, but it's still me. Since the battle, some remnant of Khadila's magic has... changed me, somehow. I need your help.'

'Changed you?' Alfonse sounded confused. 'Changed you how? Your voice, you don't sound like...' He opened the door wider, shining the light from within on my face. I flinched back instinctively at his sharp intake of breath. 'Richard...?' he trailed off.

I stepped forward into the light, meeting his gaze in mute appeal. He towered over me now, a full head and a half taller than I was. I hoped he could see in my face and eyes some semblance of what remained of his friend, trapped as I was inside this outrageous body.

His eyes met mine for a moment and saw the flutter of bewildered recognition there, before his gaze shifted down to the unmistakable twin bulges I had attempted to conceal beneath my robe. The excess folds I had bunched above my belt to disguise the prominence of my feminine figure had long since fallen away, leaving what remained to hug my bulging chest tightly. Twin nips poked sharp bumps of obvious arousal through the fabric. I know not what expression Alfonse had on his face - Concern? Confusion? Arousal? Perhaps all three at once.

'It is some curse of that witch that has turned me into...' I paused. Somehow, to speak it out loud made it seem ridiculous, if the evidence were not so plain. '... a woman.' I finished lamely.

Not just any woman - a goddess! Khadila crooned in my head. With a great mental effort I shoved her roughly out from my thoughts, refusing to let her sully my mind any longer.

'I don't... You... I suppose you should come in.' Alfonse muttered, plainly overwhelmed by what his eyes were showing him. He stepped aside to allow me to enter. I tried my best to keep my hips from swaying too much as I slid past him into the room.

Alfonse looked both ways down the corridor before he shut the door and followed me towards the hearth, where a well built fire was keeping the chill of the stone chamber at bay. 'You had better explain, Richard. If that really is you.' he added, still sceptical. I didn't blame him.

I told him what I could: How during the battle the witch Khadila had cast one last spell upon me as she perished. That I had felt unwell during the ceremony and sought my chamber to rest, where this change had come upon me. Alfonse remained standing as I recounted my story, while I perched on the edge of his bed, hands clasped in front of me. I felt oddly reluctant to tell him of Khadila's voice in my head. No need to burden him with that right now, I thought. There would be time enough when he brought the healer to lift the curse.

'I undressed and took to my bed, and awoke like this not long after'. I skirted around the truth of my transformation, ashamed by my wanton behaviour both during and after. He didn't need to know how this body craved the carnal pleasures of the flesh. How with every passing moment spent in his presence without being touched, the ache in my breasts was growing stronger. How the emptiness in my loins longed to be filled, yearning for the nearby man's seed...

I pinched myself hard on the wrist to draw back from those thoughts, willing the wet ache in my groin to calm for just one moment and let me think clearly. 'I couldn't go to the healer like this without someone to vouch for me. They would never believe it, body-altering magic on this scale has never been seen before.'

'Indeed,' Alfonse muttered, nodding agreement with my conclusions. He had come to sit next to me on the bed as my tale came to an end. He looked everywhere but at me, seemingly fascinated by the crackling fire in the grate. The flickering light illuminated his face. His cheeks seemed a little flushed. 'I can scarcely believe it myself. Truly, we underestimated Khadila and her cohort.'

We sat together in silence for a while. I caught myself admiring the outline of his bulging muscles through his night-robe and quickly looked away, looking anywhere else in the room as I waited for him to finish digesting my tale. In one corner his armour was neatly arranged on a stand, each piece gleaming in the firelight. The smell of polish still hung in the air. I thought guiltily of my own armour, strewn across my chamber floor in the aftermath of my transformation.

Alfonse gave a sudden gasp. I spun my head to see what alarmed him. I saw to my horror that a hand was slipped through a gap in his robe. My hand. Suddenly I could feel the warmth of his manhood under my fingers. One moment my hands were sat upon my lap, the next I could feel the rapid pulsing of a swelling penis as Alfonse grew harder, longer, his racing heartbeat reacting to my gentle touch. A mirrored reaction began between my own legs. As I felt his penis swelling, so too grew the instinctive need to have that growing shaft deep inside me.

I pulled my hand back quickly, appalled at what I had done. 'Oh Gods. I'm so sorry-' I could sense Khadila's mirth at what her mischief had caused. Alfonse turned slowly to look at me, and I rushed to try and explain. 'It wasn't me, I didn't mean-'

He grabbed my guilty hand abruptly, pulling me towards him, leaning closer, a strangely blank look in his eyes.

Without that troublesome armour you knights wear, he is helpless against our aura. Smug. Just a tiny nudge and he is ours. Just a man after all. A man with... needs.

'Alfonse?' My voice quavered, suddenly aware that, while in this body, his strength far eclipsed my own. I tried to pull away but his steel grip on my arm was immovable. I felt his hot breath on my face. He closed his eyes as he sniffed deeply, like an animal taking my scent. A shiver seemed to run through him, and from my body I felt an answering thrill.

The worst part is, I wanted it. I wanted him to take me, to pin me down, to tear off my puny robe and set upon my womanly body with the decades of pent up desire he had long suppressed. My male mind rebelled at the idea of being ravaged by my friend, but the sensual, feminine vessel I now occupied yearned for it. I closed my eyes and awaited the inevitable.

Alfonse let out a long sigh. 'This is not right, Richard.' He released my arm and stood, hitching his robe around him and once again looking deliberately at anything but me. 'We need to take you to the healers immediately and get this curse lifted, we know not what other effects it has had on you.' His cheeks flushed as he muttered, '...on both of us.'

Khadila's disgust at this virtuous display of willpower was palpable. For my part, the respect I held for my friend grew tenfold, even as I felt my body's bitter disappointment that he would not take me. He was right, of course. Seeking his help had been the right call, as only his strength was equal to this rather unique challenge. I was not so sure I could have succeeded at holding to my vows were I in his place.

'Alfonse, thank you.' I stood, or so I intended. 'Alfonse...' My voice resonated strangely as I slipped off the bed to kneel before him.