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Ms. July 2022: Hero Rehab: Another One For The Harem
🕑 Added 2022-07-15 12:50:07 +0000 UTCFrom the Diary of Chihiro Fukuda, formerly known as Hiro Fukuda.
July 1st:
Dear Diary,
Yesterday, the most amazing thing happened! I found a portal to another world! I was at this weird Carmen Sandiego looking lady's yard sale when I found this strange mirror. In it, the reflection behind me wasn't this woman's dusty old garage, but instead this beautiful green landscape, with an ivory castle in the background.
I could have sworn my reflection looked different, too. Something, or someone was flickering in and out, and she was...
Anyways, I put my hand to the glass, and it passed right through! Before anyone could stop me, I fell right in through the portal!
I tumbled into the softest field of grass I'd ever felt, and landed right on my ass.
When I turned around, the portal was GONE!
Guess I'm stuck here for the time being. Guess I should start trying to find a way home? Not that I have a ton to go home to...
That castle looks like a good place to start.
My Isekai Journey Begins!
July 9th:
Dear Diary,
It's been a while! Sorry, been super busy, let me catch you up to speed...
So I went to that castle I mentioned, and they let me in with open arms. They think I'm the reincarnation of one of their fabled heroes or something? I mean, I still don't exactly FEEL like a hero, y'know, but the resemblance was uncanny, and I suppose they'd know better than me, right? Still, it feels like a LOT of responsibility to hoist on a random college student. I never considered myself the hero type...
There was another summoned hero there, Kamina, who's been here a year or two. He took me under his wing and showed me the ropes. We get along REALLY well, almost like we were childhood friends or something.
Whoops, Kamina's calling again. Time for sword training. Ugghh. He's a little over enthusiastic about this whole "fighting evil" thing. Must be convenient living in a world with such clear cut morals, I guess.
July 15th:
Dear Diary,
They've sent me on my first assignment.
They want me to scout out the Demon King's Night Tower...
Alone.
I mean, this is suicide, isn't it?!
I barely know how to swing this hunk of metal!
What if I'm caught?!
What if I'm captured?!
What if a bunch of big, strong orcs take me prisoner.
Strip me down to my skivvies...
Run their course, rough hands all over my body...
Savagely rail me with their thick, green co-
Dammit Hiro! Now's not the time for your weird fetishes!
Now's the time to focus, focus, FOCUS!
Scout the Demon King's lair!
Don't get captured!
(as HOT as that would be. Chained to a wall in a skimpy bikini... turned into the Tower's personal stress relief... aaaah~! )
...
If anyone ever reads this, I'm done for...
July 27th:
It was a long journey, but I FINALLY made it to the outskirts of the demon kingdom.
I'd have thought there would be more traps to get in my way...
Oh well, best not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
I donned my ingenious disguise, a pair of paper mache demon horns I'd made before I left, and walked amongst the crowd
There were demons everywhere!
Ogres, orks, goblins, werewolves...
(Could you imagine how soft their fur would feel if they pressed you up against a wall and had their way with-)
STOP IT.
So the weird thing was, I expected some war torn hellscape, demons screaming left and right as they rent the flesh from their captors or whatever. At least that's the picture the King and his advisors painted for me. Instead, they were all just acting like... people. Farmers, traders, kids playing in the street. I even saw some humans in there! They weren't being tortured or anything! They were just there!
Either someone's got their wires crossed back at the castle, or this whole Demon War isn't as clear cut as I thought...
July 28th:
I decided to take it upon myself to try and clear up this whole mess.
I didn't skulk or sneak up to the Night Tower or anything.
I just...
Knocked.
The guards were pretty surprised, to be honest.
Told me they found it refreshing.
I was taken to the Demon King and, all in all, he was a pretty chill guy.
Asked how I was adjusting to life in Myrcea, made sure I had a place to sleep at night, just really on the up and up.
He basically confirmed everything I'd suspected. The neighboring kingdoms all have it out for the Demon Realm for no other reason than they look a little different. I offered my services, but admitted that I wasn't exactly a fighter, and never wanted to be. He chucked and said not to worry, the Night Tower has a way of always finding the perfect job for everyone, and the perfect body to go with it. I did express some concerns about this physical transformation, but he reassured me if I chose to go through with it it would be totally painless and I would be satisfied with the results.
"It always knows exactly what you need," he said. I could swear he was winking at me under that helmet, but it's hard to tell.
I was a little disappointed at how NICE everyone was, to be honest. I was hoping to get roughed up a little bit at least, maybe spit on or-
NEVERMIND.
Tomorrow is my formal initiation into the Night Tower.
I'm nervous, but excited to see what I'll become.
July 29th:
This is the greatest day of my life.
Okay, so, the initiation.
Everyone was there, the King, the Queen, the Court Jester, that scary hot General lady, all the head honchos in the Tower. I felt a little guilty having everyone go out of the way just for little old me, but the General said they "like to come for the show."
So the Demon King came up to me, stared right into my eyes, and seemed to get a little flustered by something.
Oh, GOD, he didn't read my mind did he? Omg he DID didn't he. AAAHH THAT'S SO EMBARRASSING NO WONDER HE WAS SO FLUSTERED!
Anyways, he asked me if I was sure, that my body would be changed drastically, but it would be into my "ideal self." I nodded, not sure what that meant.
He put his hand on my forehead. His gauntlet was cold at first. But then it got warmer. Then EVERYTHING got warmer. I felt like I was melting into a nice hot bubble bath. My body felt so loose, so fluid. My face slicked back into something softer, sleeker. I could feel my lips puffing up, my eyes growing and angling. Any hair below my eyebrows evaporated into dust, while the hair on my head grew all the way down past my butt. I could feel the bones in my hands and feet shrink down until they were positively dainty. I lost several inches of height, almost a whole foot of it. My shoulders rolled and collapsed in on themselves along with my waist. My stomach smoothed and my hips bulged out. My thighs blew up so big they squished together. My "sword" collapsed in on itself like a telescope, and pounded into me from the inside. I couldn't help but moan, and my voice sounded higher pitched, sultry, sexy, and horny.
My clothes, or what remained of them after my transformation, unraveled around me, re-raveling into something far more skimpy and revealing. Pink and red ribbons wrapped themselves around me and hugged every curve, a veil adorned my face, my helm shrinking into a headdress. I shivered a little, not used to the cold air touching so much of my body, but still, the silken fabric hugging my unmentionables nice and snug felt so so right. Then with another shiver, cold, golden shackles wrapped themselves around my wrists and ankles. The piece de resistance, a beautiful collar wrapped itself nicely around my neck. The constraint, the humiliation of it, the obvious symbolism made me pant in delight. A sparkling sapphire snapped itself to my collar, and chains of light shot out, connecting to the King and each of his lieutenants, before fading out of sight.
I could see my reflection in the king's armor.
I was beautiful.
I looked like some kind of harem girl, a beautiful body adorned in only the bare minimum of clothing for the pleasure of others.
"What am I...?" I asked, almost begging, my voice sickly sweet, and wanting to serve.
The King looked nervous, but answered honestly.
"Well, as awkward the situation you've put me in is, your heart's desire was... to be a "slave" girl, HEAVY air quotes there, slavery's VERY MUCH illegal here (unlike those other kingdoms). We'll be sure to set up some ground rules, some safe words, protections and the like, but basically... you're magically bound to accept any and all commands. None of my subjects will cross any lines without your explicit consent, of course, but otherwise we'll treat you... HOWEVER you desire to be treated... such as it is." I could swear he was winking again.
My heart leapt. The indignity of it all. The possibilities for humiliation. Being treated like an object of desire, a tool to be used and discarded freely.
It was all I'd ever wanted, and I didn't need to hide it anymore.
I wanted to be used. I wanted to serve.
I can't begin to describe to you the excitement simply walking through the halls gives me. My body barely covered by my veils and bangles, on full display for all to see. So tiny and fragile, unable to fight off the advances of the King's battleworn soldiers even if I wanted to. A piece of moving artwork, impossibly beautiful, built for one purpose and one only.
To be admired, up close and personal.
My heart is pounding so fast I might puke.
I'll write when I can, but right now, I have a job to do. <3
-Chihiro Fukuda, Slave Girl of the Night Tower
And now, a bonus excerpt recorded by Vyria, the Dragon Girl Wordsmith, Court Stenographer of the Night Tower (https://www.patreon.com/vyriadurav))
Demon King: Hero, please, understand, this is a kink thing for her, I am very much into enthusiastic consent and I would never--
Kamina the Hero: You monster! You don't belong in this world!
Chihiro: I love every second of this.
Demon King: SEE?? SHE'S HAPPY! SHE LITERALLY ASKED FOR THIS! I HAD TO BE TALKED INTO IT!
Kamina the Hero: You used MIND CONTROL ON HER???
Demon King: No!!!
Chihiro: Oh yes, he corrupted me with his wicked ways!
Demon King: Chihiro, pls, you are not helping!
*The hero advances and the Demon King panics*
Demon King: Potpourri, potpourri!!!
Kamina the Hero: ARE YOU TRYING TO CAST SOME DARK SPELL NOW??
King: NO! I'm SAFEWORDING!
Chihiro: Sigh. Fiiiiiiine. Kamina, buddy, I literally did ask for this.
(Special thanks to Chris for the suggestion, to my Test Readers, and to all of YOU for your support~! Thanks again!)
Comments
Texbot
Also, it’s super CLEAVER
Suplexception
I just noticed that wasn't a mirror -- love the detail that it's the sword that's reflecting her previous form, that's super clever!
LilRobin
I wonder if The Demon Lord has their own gender issues. Clearly they don't need that armor for any sort of protection.
Actrus
Funny like even is inner male self enjoy it in fact
Haushagen
I love this one, this might have to be my 2nd favorite tf ya made!! Hope we get to see more jus like it ^-^
Rose Graham
Hella Adorable!
Valkerie
Chihiro you are NOT helping to deescelate this situation XD
Smoke Midlands
Dragon MasoQuest
Yeoman
I love it, though it does look like the speech bubbles are coming from the sword, and I can’t tell if that’s intentional or not given the reflection there.
Blackstripes 08
I wish I had the money to commission a night tower story ;-; so many ideas
Star Journeyfriend
The Chad Demon King vs The Virgin Kamina
