BECOMING YOUR AVATAR

BECOMING YOUR AVATAR

(TG, transformation, corruption, female empowerment)



Chapter 1
He was sitting in front of his computer like every day when he came back from work. He was launching his favorite game: the well-known MMORPG Legend of Heroes. He was looking forward to his favorite game and to playing as his main character, the one he had played the most and finished the game in length and breadth: Fiasca the Archmistress. With this character, he was the best player in his guild, itself the best in the world.



After years of playing, after completing all the quests with his favorite character, collecting a significant number of achievements, succeeding in as many challenges as possible, there was nothing left to do but look forward to the new update that was due today and that he had been waiting for for years and that he would most certainly finish this weekend, spending two whole days and nights turning it over in every direction.



And the new update was available. He clicked on the download button but, unlike usual, the screen did not display the download bar. Instead, there was some kind of weird error message but it used the usual game font:

NEW SECRET FEATURE UNLOCKED:
PLAYER AVATARIZATION
DO YOU WANT TO ACCESS THIS FEATURE?
YES NO



Annoyed and with no idea what it was about, he clicked YES, thinking that this would finally unlock the download of the long awaited update.
However, a new panel appeared:

PLEASE SELECT YOUR CHARACTER

The 12 characters from his game account that he usually played with appeared on the screen.
"I have to select it for what? What is this thing again?" he thought.
So he started to select his favorite character, Fiasca by default.
And everything changed.
Immediately, a beam of light shot out from his computer screen and invaded his body. "What is that?" Because of the force of the phenomenon, his chair was thrown to the floor and landed at the back of the room. He stood as if held by an invisible force.



He felt his body change, and an incomprehensible pain ran through him:
His frail pectorals seemed to rise, they swelled like breasts, his skinny arms stretched, his fingers became thinner and suppler, his slender legs lengthened and slimmed.
It was as if thousands of invisible hands were kneading her body and molding it like clay.
"Gnnn...!" What's happening to me he thought as he felt even more changes.
His face became thinner, his brown hair changed to blond and then to golden and with bright shades, it became longer, until it fell just on his shoulders. He felt his buttocks doubling of volumes and going out of their frame, almost tearing his pants. He felt his feet and toes getting smaller and cuter, his now manicured hands seemed strangely more supple and dexterous. His typical geeky face mutated again: his blemishes disappeared, his nose turned up, his eyes became mutinous deep sky blue and his lips pulped.



"Hnnn....gghhg... Why?" His vocal cords re-grew: allowing his voice to change from manly to soft and pleasant.



He could feel the imperfections in her skin disappear forever, it became smooth, firm and supple at the same time, tinting itself with a light and pleasant tan. Her breasts swelled again and they were now hardly contained in her tee-shirt, her hips widened what caused him a pain mixed with a strangely pleasant feeling. His soft belly tightened, seemed and became suddenly more tonic, his posture also improved, his spine undergoing adequate changes making him pass from a stooped back to an assumed and right posture.
He gasped, still caught in the incomprehension of what was happening to him but with increasingly antagonistic emotions: pain and a form of pleasure in these changes were mixed.



He only realized what was happening, this body he was getting he knew it. Yes, he had seen it during thousands of hours spent at his side, or rather on the other side of the screen. It was Fiasca's, his most powerful character. He was becoming her. But how was this possible? His heart was still racing, but he didn't know if it was the effect of his transformation or the fulfillment of an unspoken desire to change into Fiasca. Perhaps a mixture of both.



His voice changed again without her knowledge, gaining subtle nuances and mixes of authority and softness, making it at once melodious, bewitching and catchy, almost hypnotic and above all with a certain capacity for command, inspiring obedience and respect. His very posture and gestures changed, now being able to adapt to every social situation. This metamorphosis made him go from an ordinary young man to a world-class leader capable of subjugating kings and queens of the world with this words.
His now feminine body had finished transforming but it was not over. If he was to become the physical embodiment of a video game character, then he would also have to obtain her abilities in addition to her appearance. But before that, her clothes changed too.
Wide cloth shoulder pads appeared, a silky mage's robe in flaming golden colors, adorned with intricate magical tomes at the waist, unrolled to cover her slender, toned legs. Her shirt turned into a low-cut crop top, revealing her now sexy belly and large breasts. Enchanted light metal armbands inlaid with intricate runes clung to her wrists and soft sandals slid onto her delicate feet.
Her staff: the legendary artifact Will of the Divine Dragon rose from the void and clung to the back of the transforming young woman.
"Hnnnnnnn...." "Holy shit" He said as he struggled to control her breathing.
The light had stopped for the moment. The man now encased in a woman's body looked down at her soft but firm hands, he examined her outfit, surprised that he was wearing a dress and felt the cool wind from the room blowing across her belly in the air.
"Fuck..." He was surprised by the sound that came out of her mouth.



"Hello?" He said mechanically. He felt like he was hearing another person talking through her mouth: but it was such a pleasant voice to the ear, so melodious. What a treat.
Then he touched her breast for the first time since she had appeared. It was not the first time he did that (it was always so pleasant)...but never on her own body!
And the light reappeared. This time, it had a more diaphanous appearance and did not force him (her?) to adopt a particular position. However, he could feel a strange energy flowing through it.
"Is it...magic?" he asked.
The soft light stopped and particles, like tentacles, shot out of the screen this time. They entered her eyes, mouth and ears.



"Gbblll..." "No!"



He had gotten the body and outfit of her character, now he had to finish her transformation and get the power. The power, the skills, and everything else that made up the essence of Fiasca.
First her racial bonuses: a natural affinity to magic typical of humans. Not as great as that of the elves though, but still notable. Then her Mage skills.
Because when he started her adventure in the game, he chose to make her first and main character a Mage, as always, because that's what he preferred to play in general.
So he started as an Elementalist, a specialization of the Mage class that logically handles elemental magic specifically.



She felt her magic increase, and her brain fill with knowledge of the destructive magics inherent in this class. All the power of the natural elements, tamed by magic, surged through her, making her laugh hysterically, yet unable to produce a sound.



This new free knowledge came with experience on how to use it, she felt her mind grow and it was an incredible experience: like a mental orgasm, as if her brain was growing in her skull to contain all this new information and skills, although it was not. Her reasoning ability was sharpening, her old neurons were multiplying and new ones were appearing. Her brain was evolving rapidly, gradually giving him a more important memory allowing him to retain spells and knowledge. A fierce intelligence at the service of her emerging abilities.
The boy knew that knowledge was another form of power, that of understanding the world in all its forms, from all angles and thus bending it to her will. He was beginning to understand what he was becoming, and this one fleeting thought was enough to make him rejoice inside and want more.
Then came the magic of summoning. Summoners could call to themselves creatures from the outer planes. The knowledge of the dimensions invaded her mind this time and how to bend the most powerful creatures to her will: demons, elementals, warbeasts, and even the mighty aetheric dragon Naarflarlr. She began to drool as her magic grew even more powerful in response to the addition of this new class.



Dark magic was next. Witch magic, the kind that could inflict curses on opponents or invoke rituals with varying effects. Even more raw power surged through her brain. Her understanding of magic and arcana grew even more, her mind and intelligence expanded at a rapid rate. He had never been stupid, far from it, but Fiasca's intelligence added to her own was turning him into a well of knowledge.
Black arts such as blood magic, banishing, necromancy and state alteration were no longer a secret to him. A gigantic array of new diabolical and malevolent possibilities appeared before her revolting eyes.
As he obtained the skills and powers in the order in which he had unlocked them with her character, he knew what was coming next: the white magic of the Monks and Healers. The one that could heal all ills and bring life back to those who had fallen. The magic that defied demons and black mages, a magic that was as powerful an antagonist to the black magic he now mastered. The combined absolute mastery of these two foundations of magic made her groan: an indescribable feeling of perfect arcane balance. A feeling of total power, control and vast understanding of the complexity of the universe.



"Yes....yes...it's so beautiful!"



He felt such power, such a sense of greatness as he had never experienced before. He could no longer resist this feeling. He surrendered to it completely.
And her magical power continued to grow and grow and grow. The puddle turned into a pool and grew to the size of a lake and now a large sea.
"Hnnn...Aaaah...Ooooh"



The bright tendrils that fueled "Fiasca's" mind continued to pump out new skills.
This time, it was the turn of the very rare spiritual magic to become a new specialty. The ability to trap souls in gems and manipulate that energy to strengthen oneself or to launch powerful, unmatched energy attacks.



And now, the most secret magic of all: the one obtained only for players who have spent dozens of extra hours searching for it and dozens more mastering it: the magic of time.
Mastery of the past, present and future. The gifts of clairvoyance, of stopping the course of time or accelerating the movements of her body. To see temporal streaks and generate spells powerful enough to scare even difficult raid bosses.



The sea of magic inside Fiasca was becoming an ocean.
"Time, Time is mine..." She was completely delirious, overwhelmed by the new ton of knowledge she kept accumulating and digesting with difficulty.
And finally, the special skills acquired as a reward for those who did the Mage's Guild quests, which he had done last for some reason.



New and additional bonuses, passive spells still added to Fiasca that continued to boost her. The ocean is still growing. New secret and complex spells: Total Magic Mastery.
Her eyes became luminous, filled with absolute wisdom and total understanding of the magical arts. Fiasca the [Archmage]. No, Fiasca the [Archmistress]. A legendary title reserved only for those who have maximized every type of magic available in the game.



"Yessssss......"



The tendrils disappeared. Fiasca fell to her knees, drooling on the floor, panting and drooling again and barely able to catch her breath despite her enhanced lung capacity.
She struggled to her feet. That was not all, she knew. Thousands of hours spent on the game had allowed her to develop even more skills and to go even further in mastering new classes.
And he was going to get them, he knew that too. The mere prospect made her smile. An even greater power would complete her, make her more powerful than ever.
And the tendrils reappeared. This time she welcomed them with open arms, literally. Eager for more. He knew everything that was coming, he knew it.
Her brain was filled again, but not only. Her body was engulfed as before by the light, evolving further.
Her already toned arms swelled with more subtle and soon more powerful muscles. Her shoulders widened a bit, her toned legs were now strong and downright athletic, her hard belly hardened again and delicious juicy and chiseled abs came out.
Her lungs, which had earlier struggled to contain the excitement of her breathing, doubled or tripled in volume, as it were, and gave her an unprecedented capacity for endurance
Lower than her new biceps, her soft, firm hands changed. Now able to hold daggers or swords, to wield them with uncommon dexterity. And her powerful, muscular body shook as he acquired the stealth skills and uncommon muscle memory for hand-to-hand combat. The strength and stamina of the Warrior; the subtlety, agility and stealth of the Thief; and the dexterity, speed and cunning of the Assassin took hold of her. All of these physical abilities adding and blending with her power as a mage.



"That's it....that's it!"



If the [Archmistress] was the pinnacle of the Mage, then the [Master of Combat] (in this case Mistress) was the pinnacle of the Warriors and the [Queen of Thieves] at the top of the pyramid of the Thief class. And Fiasca was all that. She had thus obtained the rarest of all honorary classes and the most prestigious of all: Paragon, the ultimate being of a race and all the bonuses and enhancements attached to it.



"Ah..ah..ah...Ahh" She laughed hysterically almost in a breath.
But was it over? The lights had stopped once again. "Fiasca" ran her paradoxically soft yet firm hands over her abs.



"Wow....incredible. that's how it feels..." She murmured.
She clenched her fist and admired her biceps.
And one last time, and much to "Fiasca's" surprise the light reappeared and turned into tendrils that were heading towards her head.



"Again?"
"OOooooh"



In Legend of Heroes, each player could teach their characters crafting skills, allowing them to create items for other players or to equip themselves.
Of course, "he" had mastered all the available crafts. Now, the inherent knowledge was gradually filling her already saturated brain again.



Alchemy, blacksmithing, jewelry, enchantments, sewing, cooking and farming. As she accumulated the secrets of these disciplines, she could feel her brain bubbling with skills that would have taken any human being 10 lifetimes to accumulate. For no one could master so many skills at once. Of course, in a virtual world, this was child's play. In the real world, on the other hand, it would have been necessary to be beyond the super genius...
It was over. Her powerful brain analyzed her Parangon body again.
In the virtual world she was probably the strongest character. And now it was "her": the power, skill, charisma and strength of the invincible heroine of her own story!
And above her head appeared magically, and with the usual polished writing of the game all the special titles she had obtained in the game.
Among these were [Grand Mistress of the Thieves' Guild], [Grand Mistress of the Warriors' Guild], [Grand Mistress of the Assassins' Guild], [Grand Mistress of the Mages' Guild].
These titles, which are easy to obtain in-game for any player who completes 100% of the guilds' quests, made her the most influential person in the world. With all these resources at her disposal, she could overthrow kingdoms, start or stop wars, blackmail oligarchs or make the emperor himself her puppet.



And with all this, she got all the gold she had in the game.



999,999 gold coins. That was the maximum possible and that's what she had. She felt her pockets grow heavy with her magic bag allowing her to access her gold coins wherever she was. No matter how it worked...



But it was on her real bank account that it was happening too. For some reason a cosmic bug, perhaps the one that "allowed" her to become Fiasca was adding an amount equivalent to her wealth in play to her bank account. She grabbed her cell phone, which was vibrating constantly, and went to her account. She had never been poor but now her wealth had exploded. A virtual gold coin was worth about $5,000. On her bank account was an extravagant $5,000,000,000.
She simply smiled at the sight of this new ultra massive wealth.
Because what interested him now was more her new body. He had definitely abandoned her old identity. She didn't even want to remember her old name anymore, even though her very superior intelligence could never forget anything. It had become Fiasca, a man "trapped" in a golden cage. No, in control of a body as powerful as a god, both in the real and virtual world. From now on, she could do whatever he wanted, destroy and rebuild, create and destroy. To rule, to become an absolute and unstoppable goddess.
She walked towards the mirror in her room, eager to see her new body with her own eyes.
She had become a true beauty, the body of a sports model dressed like a queen, radiating magical power and supernatural magnificence. If she could get an erection right now she would. Instead, she felt excitement in her crotch. Again, her breathing was quickening. She was as if hypnotized by her own gaze, her beautiful blue eyes serving his bewitching gaze. If she could, she would fall in love with herself. Perhaps it was happening right now?



She ran her hand through her wavy blonde hair over and over again. It was soft and pleasant. Fiasca could have spent hours admiring herself like this in the mirror, touching her voluminous chest, hugging the contour of her hips with her hands, feeling her biceps and abs...
But she was eager to discover more, she had to know. This body was not only a body, it was the receptacle of an unimaginable and supernatural force.



Yes, it was the beginning of a new life. She had to test her power. She knew what she was capable of, but she had to see it with her own eyes, see for the first time the magic unleashed in this cold and monolithic world.