Face The Zhane

Rockstar huh? Well I can certainly help with that request. And a switch of genders too? I'm sure once you join us men you'll learn to love all we've got to offer. 😉

So here he is! The new you.

Member of a metal band and definitely has the rocker vibe, I hope you enjoy your new self!

Clark and Zach were happy. They’d spent the last hour or so in bed examining every part of one another’s new bodies. Clark was amazed that they managed to fit! Alone, Clark’s new masculine form took up nearly every part of his once feminine bed. But adding Zach’s titanous frame he could hear the mattress squeal for dear life as his large feet hung off the edge.

“I can’t believe your hands are so large,” Clark smiled placing his hand against Zach, noticing how massive each finger was, before clasping his hand tight into his. “It feels like the perfect size for holding mine.”

The two once again leaned in for a kiss.  “I could hear you talk for hours on end Clark. You swear that the voice is natural? You’re not putting on some really good accent?”

Clark laughed. “I swear it. It’s as natural as breathing. I can barely fathom how to speak anyway else. Would seem undignified for some reason… almost…”

“Unknightly?” Zach offered.

“Precisely! These forms have allowed us to essentially embody our characters traits, all the good. All the bad. And everything in between.” Clark said, tracing his hands down Zach’s powerful chest. Noticing how the light hairiness felt so soothing between his fingertips, while also finding out Zach moaned whenever he felt his touch in that area.

“I could get used to your chivalrous ways Clark. I think the world will have to as well. We’re gonna be living our lives in such different ways now. I mean I bet I could organize all the books on the top shelf without the step ladder!” Zach beamed excited to explore his new life as the biggest librarian in history.

“I think you’ll have to worry about finding some work appropriate clothing first. I’m pretty sure your small sweater vest won’t fit anymore.” Clark teased trying to imagine Zach fitting into any of his XS clothing now.

“I guess not. Honestly, I don’t even know what size I am now.” He pondered flexing his muscles in front of him to envision the kind of shirt that could house his new muscular form.

“We can figure all of that out together. Imagine it like the shopping trips we used to take. Only this time we’ll both be shopping from the men’s isle. Additionally, with the aid of the financial support the game company had announced, we’ll be receiving some level of monetary compensation. Alongside all others affected by this sudden change.

“Wow. It’s hard to believe that there’s a whole population of gamers affected by this change. I’ll have to check in with some of my online friends to see what happened. I’m sure some of them are going to be certainly surprised with their changes!” Zach mumbled a bit worriedly. He wondered how some of the half humanoid characters manifested and if these changes could even be reversed.

“That’s true. I had wanted to reach out to friends and rivals too. I know Ravishlance was in the midst of some raid boss as well. Him and his party must have found themselves in equally surprising scenarios.” Clark pondered.

“Juan Marco? Yeah I’m sure he’ll be fine. He took the role play aspect quite seriously too and always lead his party closely. If anyone could handle this scenario I’m sure he could. I don’t know what he was like before this change, but I’m sure he could have any maiden he wanted!” Zach said always envisioning Juan Marco Ravishlance as real ladies man.

“Hmm… I can’t relate. My interests never laid with maidens… but rather the handsome warriors that protected them.” Clark smirked, leaning in for another kiss.

The two giggled once more kissing repeatedly until they heard the door open.

“Oh it’s your younger brother… we should probably get dressed quick.” Zach blushed. Clark nodded, but could not help get over how cute this towering tough man looked when he was afraid of such mundane situations.

They stumbled out of Clark’s room half dressed seeing Anton enter looking rather excited.

“Hey you two. Looks like you had some fun while I was gone?” he crossed his lean arms and smirked.

Zach was blushing. “What do you mean!? And why do you and Clark always smirk the same way!”

“Maybe it just runs in the family. But it also doesn’t take a maxed out intellect to see that you may have had a minor clothing hiccup.” Anton laughed.

Looking down Zach was wearing the tight leather pants that Clark had worn, while Clark had put on Zach’s huge loincloth. The two looked down mortified and blushing!

“It’s ok guys. You’re both adults and I’m glad you’re embracing your new selves. Daniel is too! Or at least embracing my new self. He said that while it was strange, he couldn’t deny he found me pretty attractive and still wants to keep seeing me! I had no idea he had a thing for jocks! Or that the age difference was something he didn’t care about as long as it was with the right person!”

“Well I’m glad he’s still a man of honor all things considered.” Clark nodded as he tried to subtly get changed out of Zach’s clothing behind the couch. “Perhaps after one of your working weeks we might all dine together!”

Zach’s new big body grumbled with hunger at the mention of food. “Is it possible to get some food now? I… wow I’ve never felt so hungry before. I feel like I could eat a horse! Literally!”

“Considering the amount of rations that your character consumed to reach full health I’m not surprised. Based on weight alone you’ve eaten more than your fair share of horses in game… the food in our kitchen should suffice… I doubt many people asking for an ID to accompany my credit card would believe who I was now.” Clark thought aloud.

Anton explained, “About that. There have been more announcements concerning NeverMore. Firstly they are aiding all local governments in providing new IDs for everyone affected. It’ll be particularly helpful to me proving that some 18 year old athlete is claiming to be in a professional position! Secondly, we’ve all been transferred money into our bank accounts we linked to the game when we bought it. So there should be plenty of money there for food AND new clothes. Pretty sure some places have a no shoes, no shirt, no service policy Zach.”

Zach who had been doing his best to slip on his loin cloth subtly blushed again before stumbling to the ground with a heavy thump.

“Wow, and with feet that big you’re going to maybe even buy some custom shoes. Please try not to break anything Zach” Anton sighed at the big barbarian on his floor. Even with their changed dynamics Anton felt like he had to look after his brother and his big friend.

Once Zach got to his feet Clark went to the kitchen and did his best to make him some food. Clark soon realize his pallet had refined… it was as if he was used to eating food accustomed to a specific time period. Roasted, boiled, and raw food seemed to go down easier than microwaved and fried food. Meanwhile, Zach and Anton ate whatever they could find in the kitchen. Anton had the appetite of a growing athlete, while Zach had the appetite of a competitive bodybuilder trying to pound back calories wherever he could!

 Epilogue!

As the days went by the three received their new funds and IDs. Getting their new photos taken was an interesting scenario as it affirmed their new identities! Though for some folks who were larger like Zach he had to bend down to be in frame for the photo. With their new funds they went shopping for clothing! Clark realized he was a fan of suits, robes, and oddly enough safety gear as it resembled his armor.  He even found a few more seductive options that he’d want to show Zach later.

For Zach he was surprised that he was trying on athletic wear! It seemed there was an innate desire to be more active. He even made some fast friends with a few local college freshmen starting college!

Zach learned quickly he would only find clothes that fit in the Big and Tall stores! With his new measurements he found that size 17 shoes were hard to come by as were any clothes. Though in all honesty, he realized he’d preferred to wear as little as possible. His barbarian instincts told him he was better off unarmored and moving! He begrudgingly bought a suit for formal occasions, as well as sweaters and polos that wrapped around his powerful frame for when he worked at the library!

Around the world people were able to transition to some sense of normalcy! It wasn’t uncommon to see hugely altered individuals with slightly pointed ears, exotic eye coloring, fangs, tusks, or even partially concealed scales! In fact, almost all of those effected began to embrace their changes as welcome!

A few weeks later

Clark and Zach were officially dating. They’d agreed to meet for dinner and had dressed up for the occasion.

Clark was dressed in a nice dress coat and suit, that outlined his physique perfectly.

Zach meanwhile was wearing one of his few sleeved pieces of clothing and fidgeting as he did.

Daniel and Anton were wearing casual white dress shirts as they’d accidentally matched the same-colored ties. Though it was cold so Daniel had lent Anton his  sweater, even if it was a bit big on him. 

“Once Anton said you were all transitioning well, I was very excited. Since I work in the mental health field I was worried about the repercussions. I’m glad none of you will need my references for certain specialists for those unwilling transformed.” Daniel admitted as a server came by.

“Would you all like some wine for the table?” They asked.

“Of course! We’ll take-“ Anton began.

“Actually, I think we’re fine thank you. My younger brother seems to forget he shouldn’t be drinking yet.” Clark teased.

“What!? Come on Clark!” Anton whined as the server excused themselves.

Daniel laughed. “He’s right honey. Your body is still in a state of development, and you said we’d both be on our new diet this week.”

“Ok, fine. The things we do for love.” Anton sighed defeated, sipping his water.

The table laughed as they exchanged stories and caught up. Clark was happy to report returning to work had gone really well! All the previous unwelcome advances stopped when a mature and powerful presence walked into the room. May mistook his legal assistance work for being an actual lawyer, which made him consider law school as a potential avenue.

Anton had the realization that his many intensive jobs were not working in his busy schedule. With the additional funds from the NeverMore gaming company, he decided he could afford to go back to college! He’d be starting over this time studying sports medicine with his new friends! It turns out providing support and physical aid came natural to Anton. It was what his character was originally built for.

As for Zach he had enjoyed going back to the library. There was a sudden decline in late book returns when the man stocking the shelves looked like a giant out of a fairy tale! He’d decide he liked his long-haired look and kept it that length. Though occasionally he would put it into a man bun. Once he was done with work Clark, Anton, and himself would head over to the local gym! They all had the knowledge of fitness to keep their bodies in fighting shape and Zach especially loved how he accidentally broke all of the gym’s weightlifting records!

“All of this reminiscing has me knackered. I’m going to freshen up before our main course arrives. I’ll be right back.” Clark smiled, breaking away from the group and kissing Zach on the cheek as he left to the restroom.

As he was washing his hands a large silhouette entered the washroom!

“By the gods. Is that you Jean-Page?” The large fit man said in an unmistakable Chilean accent reminiscent of Pedro Pascal!

“Juan Marco Ravishlance?! When I had reached out and said we should meet I wasn’t expecting so soon.

The devilishly handsome Juan Marco simply smiled. “Sadly my time here is meant to be spent with my lover for the evening. She awaits me back at the table, as we’ve just arrived.”

“Then perhaps this is fate tempting us further into our destined duel. I know we both have been itching to try out our swordplay in this world. I bet I could still parry every one of your advances.” Clark stares back intently but with excitement.

“As I recall you stumbled in our last duel and had to sign off unexpectedly. I dare say you will not be able to make this same excuse again.” Juan Marco advance using his full 6’7 frame to his advantage in this conversation.

“If I was not on a date of my own I’d challenge you right now! Though I must say he is quite a bit bigger than you in… all regards.” Clark retorts.

“Well, he must pale in comparison to my beautiful Sierra! She is the sun and moon of beauty, nothing shines brighter!” Juan Marco says defensively! The two go back and forth as they continually compliment their dates! Jabbing forth their kind words as if blades on their tongues!

Meanwhile outside a beautiful woman approaches Zach as he takes big gulp of his drink.

“Hi there. I’m Sierra. I hope this isn’t gonna come off as weird, but where do you get your lovely dress shoes? My boyfriend has large feet like you and I’ve been dying to surprise him with a nice gift.”

Zach smiles. “There’s this nice boutique that does custom jobs for any size. My boyfriend actually showed it to me! And you are wearing a lovely dress!”

“Thank you!” Sierra showed off proudly. “I actually got it at this vintage tailoring shop. I can definitely show it to you sometime. Maybe we can make a shopping day out of it!”

 Prologue

Chapter 1

1 Hour Earlier

Zach was confused. His computer was lagging so much! He knew his party was going to be so mad that he was late to another raid. It wasn’t his fault that his WiFi sucked. He kept jabbing his keyboard hoping to restart the program as it finally loaded! The first thing to pop on to his screen was a battlefield. And right at its center was Clark! Or.. Clara! He had a hard time distinguishing the handsome digital knight from his best friend at times.  Clara played this impressive swordsman so well, both in game and in the in game role playing they would do between quests. With her leadership and guidance, their party had seen numerous victories! She was always much better at it than he was… but he enjoyed pretending to be someone else.

He looked down at his own form. Soft, sensitive, small. He’d gotten many comments saying he was cute and had impressive features that made him seem harmless. But he never wanted that. Inside he had a strength that desired to show… really only Clark could see that…. 

The young man shook off his thoughts and charged into the game! Before long they’d won! It’d gotten so well Clark had gifted him a cool legendary weapon from their loot drops. Zach blushed and sighed with infatuation. He knew from an early age he was attracted to men… so he felt a bit guilty ogling his best friend’s avatar. Clara had design Clark Jean-Page so well. Everything from his perfectly styled hair, handsome face, and impressive body captured Zach’s attention. He’d always wished he could talk to a guy in real life.

“If only there was a guy who shared Clara’s kindness and understanding… If only I was brave enough in real life to look for that kind of guy.” Zach sighed to himself, his light tenor of a voice chirped. Certainly a handy vocal range for his church choir, not so much for asking men out on dates.

He was wallowing once more, when his computer had a strange notification. 

“Fantasy transfer to reality? What does that mean?” He pondered as he tried to close the notification, only to be blinded by an intense light emanating from his screen. Energy seemed to flow through his body at all angles. It was if liquid photons singed his skin… but in a pleasurable intoxicating way. This invigoration was like nothing he’d felt before. It was like hiking a huge mountain, feeling your muscles working in ways to accomplish near impossible goals. Exhausting, but addicting. Powerful… unstoppable… primal…. lustful!

With a roar that seemed to boil up from inside some unknown part of himself he stood and let loose all of this rage! He stood up from his chair pushing it aside vigorously, clenched his fists, and just like that the energy had faded… and his head… was pressing up against the ceiling? He knew he’d had a low 7 foot tall ceiling, but then how was the top of his head pressed against it? Where had his chair gone? In the heat of that strange moment could he have stood on it? No… his feet were planted firmly on the ground… his bare feet? Where had his socks gone?

Zach blinked a bit to reorient his vision and saw he was seeing his room from a whole new vantage point. Everything seemed so small… His bed seemed so far away and tiny… his computer seemed to be way down at his knee level… his chair… wait how had his chair been flung THROUGH his wall, halfway into the other room?

All of this paled in comparison to his reaction when he looked down. Gone was his soft dark skinned complexion no longer was he smooth or small… The body he stared down at was big and powerful. Massive pecs obscured his view as he had to look over them just to see powerful core muscled carved into each ab! Large bare feet supported two towers of absolute strength that were his legs. His sparse clothing and apparent greataxe affixed to his back immediately made him say. “Have… have I become my video game character? Am I Zyger?… and is that my voice!?”

Surprise hit Zach yet again! The words emanating from his mouth were deep and… dare he say sexy. His normal sweet intonations now came out in an almost bro like baritone! Bordering on bass in its deep register. He stumbled to his mirror trying to get used to his new huge form, but wanting more than anything to see for himself. To his impressive surprise he realized his body was huge! So huge that his normal mirror in his room was too small! The only parts of him visible at this range was  his impressive pecs, abs, loincloth (covering up an exceedingly large manhood), and his legs! He took a few steps back to see the new him and stumbled into his door… breaking it right off its hinges.

“Fuck! I… I really don’t know my own strength.  But wow… Zyger… Just like I made you… me… Gosh everything from the wildly long hair to the imrpessive muscles… and this greataxe! It…. It’s so heavy but I can wield it easily with one hand! It’s… It almost feels like I know how to use it too… I… can’t believe this… Oh shoot! Clara! I said I’d meet her soon! I… I gotta show her the new me!” Zach realized as he bounded out of his small apartment and ran off to see his best friend. 

Normally Zach was not this reckless. Normally he would’ve tried to figure out what was going on… or at least find some clothing appropriate for public. Even shoes would’ve been a rational thought to gain before running off. Strangely enough, running through the streets barefoot… felt normal. His body was built to run and fight in any terrain and his big feet seemed to know this. Not to mention he now towered over anyone passing by. 

Many gawked at the half naked man bounding through the streets! Anyone who saw him ran out of the way not wanting to be trampled! And though Zach was sorry for inconveniencing them, part of him relished in the onlookers gawking at him. He knew the days of him being overlooked and unnoticed were gone. There’s not a room big enough that could mask his presence… and he loved it!

He wasn’t sure how long he was running. But he was not even tired when he reached his destination. Zach knocked on the door like he normally did, but this time breaking the wooden barrier down accidentally. The door slamed and in a deep he apologized, “Fuck. Sorry. I don’t know my own strength.” 

“Zach!?” Clark’s surprised voice replied seeing this huge familiar man break down his door.

“Clark!? You-… you changed too! I… I can’t believe it. I… it all happened so fast. One minute you’re gifting me this great weapon… the next I’m this huge barbarian… and you… you look so handsome… and…. and wow.” Zach said fumbling over his words in classic Zach fashion. The primal rage driving him here was nothing compared to years of social awkwardness around a hot guy!

“I have. And thank you for calling me Clark.. I certainly feel like a Clark now… Wow… you’re absolutely massive. Come inside and try not to bang your head on the door.” Clark teased, his accented voice charming Zach even more.

“Thanks. I’m still getting used to this new me… and your voice even sounds different. So posh and sophisticated!” Zach observed as he entered, his long hair grazing the doorway before entering. Luckily the ceilings here were larger, though he still had to walk around certain light fixtures to avoid hitting his head.

“That’s right. My voice. My body. Even the abilities I seem to now have. They all reflect exactly how I envisioned Clark Jean-Page. Even my former sister… which I guess is now my younger brother. He changed as well. Though your change is by far the biggest!” Clark nodded impressed at Zach’s form.

“Right!? When I maxed out my body’s height and strength I wasn’t expecting something like this to happen. This is like a dream come true! And… gosh… you… Clark you’re just… the handsomest man I’ve ever seen.” Zach finally admitted. He took a step closer to his best friend and was seeing him in a whole new light.

“I’m not the one who grew nearly two feet… and that body. Mine is certainly powerful but your muscles rival that of Hercules himself” Clark postured as he boldly reached out to graze Zach’s pecs and abdomen. 

Both paused looking at one another. Zach was not used to looking down on such a handsome man. Clark was beginning to realize he had a thing for tall guys. Then Anton walked in.

Hey Clark! So I talked to David and he understands what’s going on and still wants to go on our date. That’s reassuring! I’m glad he left one of his shirts here even though it’s big and Woah! Who is this?”

Anton looked way up at the towering man before him. 

“Anton. This is Zach. He came all this way here to um…” Clark blushed, hand still atop Zach’s pecs.

“I uh… wanted to see Clark and you! I mean if you were alright… Wow Anton was it? You look really good too.” Zach laughed nervously causing his pecs to bounce under Clark’s touch.

As the two nervously laughed Anton’s sibling intuition kicked in. 

“OH! Wow. Ok. I’m clearly interrupting something.I was just gonna say. I’m heading out. Gonna skip work and go straight to seeing my boyfriend. You two have fun while I’m gone.” Anton slyly smiled as he grabbed his car keys and left in his cute pink smart car. 

“Anton!” Clark complained, realizing that his sibling was always going to be some kind of embarrassing. “I’m sorry about him. I seem to have traded in my annoying elder sister for a bratty younger brother.”

“Haha it’s okay Clark. I’m just glad you’re alright. I ran here headfirst not thinking about how this change effected you. But I’m glad you seem to be embracing it… and I’m glad you like the new me.” Zach smiled.

“This new form… it certainly feels right. I love how I am right now… and I’ve always liked you Zach. Big or small. You’ve always been the best.” Clark shyly blushed as he stared into Zach’s eyes.

It was Zach’s turn to be bashful. “I… wow… I’ve… always liked you Clark… but now.. I think I.. um.. I think I want to…” Zach was leaning in closer and closer. So uncertain, but becoming so much more open minded all at once. A ferocity inside of him telling him to approach! And before he could finish the descent Clark stood on his toes and kissed  Zach.

“I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun getting to know our new selves.” Clark said after releasing Zach from the kiss and then smirking. “As your commanding knight, I think it’s my duty to make sure you’re well acquainted with your new body.”

Zach was stunned in a blush! Though as he heard those words he also smiled. “Yes sir!”

Prologue

Clara…. No. Clark. Couldn’t believe it. Staring back. Reflected back…. was the face of Clark Jean-Page. The avatar of a video game character he’d spend hours playing as. Now that same face was moving, emoting, and even looking more handsome than he’d ever imagined.

“I can’t believe it. I really am Clark Jean-Page now. What the bloody hell is happening?… And why am I speaking like this?” Clark muttered placing a hand against his throat. Escaping his lips was a refine British accent that was voiced effortlessly in each word. It was as if his natural intonation was set to what Clark had always imagined his voice to sound like in game.

“This is completely strange. It’s as if I cannot stop speaking with this cadence. Trying to speak anyway else would seem like a poor imitation and completely classless at best. Let’s think of this logically Clark. You were playing a game? The screen flashed and gave you… quite pleasurable sensations…. Then I awoke to this form. Perhaps this is some fanciful dream!” Clark concluded as he pinched himself. He grunted in pain, wincing from the sting. Though he also couldn’t deny he loved the way his course skin felt. Everywhere from his perfectly sculpted stubble to his light body hair, he could feel a roughness to his form that was not there when he occupied a more feminine shape.

“Perhaps I should see just how much has changed… if this isn’t a dream after all I must understand the form I reside in. Especially if I’m to explain this to others.” Clark began as he examined his armored self. He recognized every piece of metal adorned on his body. “The breastplate of Botania, gifted from the fey forest dwellers.” Clark reminisced admiring the craftsmanship of such a legendary item as he began to unbuckle the straps binding it to his body. “And I can’t forget the Warrior king’s blade and the shield maiden’s buckler. I cannot believe such items still gleam in this world’s sun so brightly.” Holding his weapons to the sun creeping through the window, it was clear that even in this world these tools were extremely powerful. Not just that, but they still felt natural and light in Clark’s grip as if he’d been used to holding these items for ages. Countless rivalries with other players came to mind. Especially with Juan Marco Ravishlance… the spark of sparring with him once more made Clark swing his blade with expert precision before sheathing his weapon and setting it down.

Once his weapons and armor fell, his light tunic beneath was all that remained covering his powerful chest. It was clear that all of the defined muscle and body hair he’d designed the character with, was still present.  As he removed his bracers he flexed his new powerful muscles and realized he was built like some kind of pro athlete. And once that was done his tunic fell too revealing his full upper body in all its glory.

“If memory serves I’m approximately 6’0 now. Or approximately 182 cm. With my athletic build I weigh about 200 lbs, 90kg… If only those petulant peons at the office could see me now,” Clark grinned with a bit of vindication. Once being the short girl at the legal offices, she endured many unwarranted comments and jokes at her expense. However, Clark was now imagining marching into those offices towering over these people and physically showing how much stronger he’d become. That very thought struck a note within Clark. Despite the incredible changes to his form, he was accepting this oddly well. The weight of these changes felt natural and good, despite living a majority life as a different gender and size. Though a concern did weigh on his mind.  While he may be accepting of his own changes, would the rest of the world? Would his friends and family? How could he convince anyone that this strapping knight was the meek assistant many had known Clara to be?

Those thoughts were pushed aside when Clark heard an approaching voice. “Clara! Clara! Something has happened! You won’t believe it!” Bursting through Clark’s door was a young man. He was shorter than Clark and had a concerned look on his face, his pale skin and brown hair looking familiar.

“Ann?” Clark gasped, recognizing the youthful features of the squire he’d helped build for his sister… now brother?

“How did you- wait…. You’re Clara’s avatar!” Ann gasped.

“You can call me Clark now… feels more fitting. So this happened to you too Ann?” Clark said surprised.

“Anton… I feel like my character’s name fits me better now for some reason. Call me Anton. And yeah it has. One moment I’m getting changed for work and the next moment I’m in my squire’s tunic and chainmail. The iron boots were a pain to get off but when I saw myself I… I looked just like the squire in the game! I can’t believe it. I’m like a teenager again! A buff jock of a teenager.” Anton said, feeling his new abdomen.

“That’s technically true. When we built your character, we spec’d him to be the youngest age of 18, as that grants the most benefits for beginners. I suppose that makes me the older brother now.” Clark smirks ruffling Anton’s hair.

The siblings shared a laugh as Anton playfully batted Clark’s hand away. “I came running in here hoping you’d know what was going on. Also why are you talking like that?” Anton admitted, looking just as uncertain as his character did during the boss encounter. It was as if the confidence and experience Anton once had as Ann was faltering under this youthful form. Looking to Clark for guidance felt like that most efficient thing to do.

“I’m not certain. But perhaps we can find out together. I’m going to check the forums very quickly. If the rest of the Nevermore community was affected, there would be quite a few having some very vocal opinions on the matter. As for the voice. It just comes naturally I suppose. But I do sound quite dashing.”

A quick search online clearly showed that there were many players posting their online stories of what just happened. Everywhere from thick paragraphs of stories detailing their changes, to videos online showing their new bodies, the hashtag #NewBodiesInNeverMore started to trend.  Some higher ups at the NeverMore game developer side even issued a statement stating that they would help assist players encountering difficulties with their new life starting with a cash compensation for the unexpected changes.

“What’s up guys! It’s your boy DarkHunter777! And I know what you’re thinking. I’m looking a lot whiter than usual! That’s because NeverMore turned me into my video game character!”

“Hey everyone, it’s CutieCarmen and yes. I’ve become my big berserker character. Don’t worry I still plan on doing my hair braiding tutorials next week. Only, I’ll also be braiding my beard too. I’m glad everyone still loves how my cat ear headphones still fit me!”

“Hello? Um… hey. This is my first video. I’m Keith… so. Yeah, this is my new body. Oh yeah for reference I used to be just a normal Canadian guy. Now I’m this huge Viking guy. I swear. Not doing an accent. It’s kinda just how I talk now.”

Together Clark and Anton combed through countless stories of people like them. Many becoming large handsome exaggerations of fantasy adventurers.

“Well at least we aren’t alone in this. It’ll take some getting used to, but I feel like we might just come to like these changes.” Anton said a bit confidently. “I think I’ll call off from work to get used to my new self… maybe buy some new clothes.”

Clark hadn’t thought of that. “I suppose you’re right. The only garments that fit me are my tunic and armor now. I doubt I’d be suited for anything aside from a renaissance fair.” He laughs, and then has a realization. “Have you had a chance to tell your date tonight about these changes?”

Anton’s eyes widen.  “Oh crap. I hadn’t even thought of what David would say! He already had a bit of an embarrassment with him and I having an age difference… Now he’s almost 20 years older than me! I’ll have to break the news to him soon. In fact, I’ll be right back. While I do that, have you checked up on Zach?”

In all the excitement and discovery Clark had completely forgotten about his best friend. “Bollocks! I completely forgot! He said he was on his way over here. Gosh he must be so confused after all of this. I better call him.”

Anton agrees as he walks away to take his own call, but Clark’s call doesn’t go through. It goes straight to voicemail. At that same time there is a heavy knocking on the door that Clark runs out of his room to see. The hinges on the door have been dented and it’s almost as if the whole door was coming apart.

With one final knock the door slams and in a deep  feral voice the words, “Fuck. Sorry. I don’t know my own strength.” Bellowed through the room.

(Based on FaceTheStrange’s amazing story From Nerd to Knight. Thanks for letting me write a story within your Universe!)

The battle blared on! Arrows! Fire! Beams of Magic! They all flew through the air at devastating speeds.

“Stand together men!” Clark shouted over the explosions.

“We’re taking on too many losses! We’ve got to retreat!” Cried a squire, wiping off the surface of his soot covered helmet. “We’ll never destroy the Abyssal King!”

“Yes we will! We keep pushing on! We just need to hold on a bit longer till he arrives!” Clark roared, bashing a beast of otherworldly tentacles away with his shield. His powerful armor clawed away in the process, revealing his powerful torso that had stood strong against countless wars.

“He’s hoping for a bloody miracle!” “Our leader’s gone mad waiting for a savior!” “I’m out of here!”

Some of the weaker men yelled as the fled the scene.

“Cowards! All of you! He’ll be here! Now face me king of the Abyss!” Clark growled marching through the lines of enemy till a red shadowy figure made himself visible!

“Who dares challenge me? You reek of the light and creation.” The wretched form bellowed out, terrifying even more to leave.

“I do! Sir Clark Jean-Page of the Redemption Knights! Our army is here to end your blight on our world!” Clark shouts.

“Ha! Your army flees before you leaving you with a measly cleric squire and your broken armor. You stand amidst nothing and you shall return to nothing!” the Abyssal king scoffs as he raises a tendrilled hand to slam Clark and his squire. His raven like maw spouting venom.

Then as if faster than the wind itself a blade sliced through that very same arm! As the king roared back in pain from amidst the chaos emerged a huge unstoppable being. A man with long wild hair, wearing nothing but his meager gilded loincloth and boots stood and said.

“Sorry everybody! Got caught in the worse lag! I’m on! I’m on!” This deep voiced brute apologized profusely as he hacked away at this monster with his great spear. 

Outside of the game Clara cheered. “See I told you guys! Zyger would make it!”

“Damn. Should’ve listened to Clark.” “Zyger can’t keep blaming lag!” “Does leaving the raid boss early mean we don’t get the rewards?”

Clara just laughed as she beat up the big raid boss with her best friend Zach. When she first graduated college she was worried she’d lose touch with some of her friends. Luckily they all discovered Nevermore! The MMORPG with the fun fantasy theme that let all of her friends keep in touch and play together. Especially Zach! When Clara created Clark Jean-Page the daring knight who drew power from light she was afraid she’d be teased by her over the top roleplaying. But Zach was right along side her! He created this big unarmored barbarian who loved to fight alongside his best bud!

For both players their characters were a fun way to stay connected and to escape. Clara loved how she could pretend to be a chivalrous handsome knight who could protect others, when in reality she had trouble standing up for herself as a legal assistant. Meanwhile Zach was always the smallest of her friend group. Clara wasn’t so tall herself standing only at 5′0 feet tall! Her half Asian half Irish features giving her what many called a gentle look. So when Zach had the option to choose the height and build of his character she wasn’t surprised when he chose the tallest and buffest settings possible!

“Clara! We did it! I’m gonna get ready for work now. I’m already running late.” Clara’s sister Ann called from the other room. The two had started sharing this apartment in the city. Places were expensive and it helped to have a reliable roommate. Ann certainly was that as she had countless jobs keeping her busy at all hours. “But you were right! This Nevermore game is really fun. When you said I could be your squire I was a bit hesitant, but beating that boss with you and Zach was great! We’ll play next week for sure!”

Clara smiled, happy that her sister enjoyed the game. Ever since she started dating her older boyfriend, she’d been so busy. Well… busier than usual. “Glad you liked it sis! Just make sure to click accept rewards before you log out!” Soon she accepted her own rewards getting a few bits of legendary loot! “Woah a spell book of Abyssal runes? Sweet. A bracer of linguistics? Definitely equipping that! And. Oh sweet! A legendary Anti Matter Axe! Ok.  Zach is definitely going to like this!”

She quickly direct messaged Zach saying, “Zyger! Amidst the loot was a prize only befitting for the man who fell such a wicked evil of the world!” With those poetic words she immediately sent him the axe blushing! What followed was a series of emotes and animated dances  that Zyger performed. Clara loved when Zach was excited in game. He rarely knew how to express himself to others, but opened up to Clara in the few times he did! He’d expressed his wish to be bigger. Stronger. To explore the world and meet new people. But he was a but of an insecure social partner at times. It didn’t help that he had come out to Clara saying he was interested in men. Which was a shame because Clara had begun to develop feelings for him.

Soon Clara got a phone call.

“Hello? Zach! Yes. Hahah you’re welcome… Of course I’m sure you can have it. I use blades and shields, two handed weapons are not my build… Yes you can thank me later. Oh! I mean yeah you can come over if you want. My place is a mess but…. ok very funny. I know I’m tidier than normal, but that doesn’t mean… yes. Definitely bring pizza. We’re gonna have so much fun! See you soon! Let’s log out back in the city and I’ll be awaiting your arrival Zyger!”

Clara sighed and clutched a nearby pillow, holding it close to her chest. She loved when Zach visited. She saw passed his insecurities and knew that he was a genuinely caring guy with a cute face! They’d really opened up to each other… but she knew she couldn’t get her hopes up. Her time dating other guys online wasn’t the best, but she shouldn’t burden Zach with feelings she knew he couldn’t reciprocate. 

Not knowing what else to do, she simply fast traveled to the nearest in game city and started to log out. However, something was wrong. Suddenly the screen lagged. She tried typing, but the screen froze. Then there was a loud noise, like a buzzer. The computer screen turned blue and displayed the text:

Then she pressed the escape key, trying to force quit when there was a light, it was overwhelming. Nothing could be seen, not even the bedroom or her body! All of the sudden, energy built up inside of her, like there was a light  becoming bigger… growing more powerful, stronger. She suddenly felt overtaken by pleasure. More so than any lonely night playing with her private toys. Closing her eyes she threw her head back in ecstasy. She didn’t want it to end. She felt sensations that she’d never dreamed to experience. But it did. The light dimmed. Her body felt hot and heavy, but strong and energized too. Like one of the rare times she worked out, only much better. 

“Fantasy transfer to reality. Completed.” a voice from her computer said, bring her back to her senses. Only she wasn’t looking down at her computer from her normal vantage point. She was looking down. Way down. As if she was suddenly tired. She tried to push her chair back to examine herself but was met with the clinking of armor as a powerfully built chest clad in metal greeted her gaze down. Dark skinned hands covered in massive gauntlets were at her mouse and keyboard! As she stood she stumbled supporting the weight of a full suit of armor… yet she didn’t fall. She stood up. Way up! Towering over her small room and feeling… feeling.

“Like Clark Jean-Page!” He bellowed in a deep sexy voice.  Clara turned to her bedroom mirror and confirmed.  She was now her video game character… She was now a handsome muscular knight! And she… he…  loved it!