MAGICAL MAKEOVER (BRAWLER TO MAGE TG) (Patreon)

"Which one best?"

The patrons at the bar paused to look over, all of them expecting some kind of argument to break out as the infamous asshole trio of solo adventurers glared at the goblin server, two sets of eyes on her face and one set on her half exposed tits.

"FIGHTER IS BEST! ALL WHO DARE FACE ME IN BATTLE ARE SLAIN AND WINNER CAN DO WHAT THEY WANT NO MATTER WHAT! ALL MEN LOVE VIOLENCE! MUCH BETTER THAN SNEAKING AROUND LIKE A SCARED CHILD ABOUT TO BE CAUGHT BY THEIR PARENTS. WHEN I FIGHT I YELL IT LOUDLY AND BASH THEM TILL THEIR BRAINS STAIN THE FLOOR!"

Cograth was the type who never did anything quietly, whether it be drinking, talking or even breathing. The whole town knew what him having sex sounded like from his extended and loud brothel visits and he was utterly useless to a party given his revulsion of anything tactical. His body at least fit the bill for his loudmouth, every inch of him oiled and muscled, each grouping competing for attention on his absurdly toned body.

"Big talk for someone who can't even keep track of his own purse. Thanks for the meal meatsack."

Tavaran tossed the half empty leather pouch to the barbarian, flipping a knife expertly in the other with a bored expression.

"HOW DARE YOU STEAL FROM COGRATH SCAMPERER! I WILL DESTROY YOU!"

"Calm down idiot you've already lost. All it takes is a single jab of one of my blades and you'll be rotting before you even notice you've been nicked. See that's why Thiefs are the best girl. I can count on my hand the number of times I've been hit, much less seen and its the easiest job there. Unlike this brute where you have to constantly get battered half to death for the measly guild rewards, you get your pick of the riches. Where do they even grow mountains of muscle like you? In the scrapyards of butcher shops?"

Cograth seemed ready to burst a vein, anger veining across his forehead as the only thing holding him back from violence was the fact this was the last bar he was allowed in.

"I COME FROM A PROUD VILLAGE OF WARRIORS THIRTY LEAGUES EAST OF THIS COWARDLY HOVEL! OUR GUARDS ARE STRONGER THAN ANY OF YOUR LEGIONS! EIGHT ALWAYS STAND AT THE READY TO FIGHT ALL WHO DARE TRY TO BESMIRCH OUR NAME! BE GLAD YOU AREN'T FIT TO SPEAK OF IT OR YOUR HEAD WOULD HAVE ROLLED TO THE NEXT TOWN OVER BY NOW!"

"Aww it's just a bit of light teasing Cograth. Surely you know how to joke."

Tavaran wasn't of any use given his propensity to cause infighting, whether through words or stealing, the kleptomaniac infamous for stealing his party member's loot or killing them when he felt his share wasn't large enough.

"Awwww~! See this is what children do, fighting over the scraps. I'm far above such minor provocations."

Both of them seethed at their third drinking partner, the great wizard Morgoth.

"Yes yes a thief is scary when you don't have detection spells or wards. But the second you find one they scurry like a cockroach, begging not to be stepped on. I just eradicated an entire force of them hiding in the woods near Mazclan. If I remember they kept eluding you Cograth and they almost let you in Tavaran till they realized you weren't a girl. Wizards don't need to bicker, we just wave our hands and turn the whiners into frogs at our leisure."

Morgoth was powerful, arguably one of the top thirty wizards walking with a bevy of achievements. It was also true that he was a massive ass, living and breathing condescension. While he was harmless and a great boon to any party, his presence was rancid, staining all he met with a sour air.

"VUL! Stop antagonizing the guests before they destroy another tavern! It'll be your wages to pay for any repairs!"

The tiny goblin girl yipped in accordance, running to the back to refill tankards as the Thief's eyes followed her swaying ass. It was late already so the three grumbled at each other before retiring for the night, none knowing that the next time they met, none would be recognizable in the slightest.

Cograth's next mission was incredibly simple, retrieving an ancient relic from some dryad temple, those literal pansies not even a challenge enough for him to unsheathe his sword. He mowed his way through the forests, loudly yelling for any foe to show themselves as the local fauna all ran from his booming presence. A few dryads appeared as he grew closer to his destination, a towering structure carved naturally into the side of a sheer cliff, his destination.

"Turn back o great warrior. We mean you no harm and do not wish to upset our goddess. Before it's too late return from when-SPFFCLTCH!"

She was interrupted by his fists, Cograth's meaty hands tearing her in two as she was in his way, her sisters shaking their heads, unperturbed as they began sewing their sister back together with spools of grass.

"Such brutality can never beat our goddess. Know that all who enter will be purified and disciplined in our mistress's ways. Do you still wish to challenge her?"

"BAH!"

He spat at the plant girls, stomping towards the cliff face with nary a worry to be found.

"IF IT'S A CHALLENGE THEN THAT'S ALL THE MORE REASON TO FIGHT! LET ME SEE WHAT YOUR GODDESS OF WEAKLINGS IS MADE OF!"

He didn't expect much though, knowing all of these nature goddesses were as gentle as a spring breeze, and he never balked in the face of a small wind.

There were no steps so he climbed his way up, carving out hand holds with his bare fingers when none were to be found, the thousand plus meters barely enough to get him warmed up as he soon gripped onto the carved edge of the temple, pulling himself up easily as he checked which item was his to grab. He was a massive man, a tight loincloth over his small shorts, the rest of him bare to the elements and crisscrossed in small scars over muscle. His limbs were like trunks, his stature mountainous as he glanced at the comedically small scrap of paper, disappointed to find the temple empty of people.

"NOT EVEN GUARDS?! OR WERE THOSE HOUSE PLANTS MEANT TO SCARE ME? HAH! WHAT SORT OF PUNY GODDESS LACKS ACOLYTES?! I SHOULD HAVE TRIED FIGHTING THOSE TWO AT THE BAR!"

It was all so very easy, nothing there to stop him as he walked past gold and treasure, the request only for the longevity resting on a well taken care of pedestal. Apparently it helped grow crops or something, he did not care. Agriculture only sounded fun to him when it was described as a battle with the earth itself, the reality much disappointing to the fighter as he trampled over the grass. He picked the idol up between two fingers, knocking over the pedestal in the process as he turned, the marble heading for destruction against the ground. If he had been looking, he would have noticed it pausing right at the edge, the pedestal silently uprighting itself, undoing all harm. Clouds were forming up above at unnatural speeds, Cograth grumbling about what mead he'd order when he returned, though he paused when he noticed something odd about the grass he had trampled earlier, the stalks unbending as they returned to their previous state. That's when the goddess spoke.

"Why have you come to disturb my holy temple proud warrior? I have done you no harm. Return my idol at once!"

Even the goddess sounded like a pushover, Cograth laughing heartily as he pulled his sword out with his free hand.

"YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A SACRIFICE TO MY GREATNESS! I SHALL TRAMPLE YOU FOR DRINKING MONEY AND MOVE ON. STOP ME IF YOU CAN!"

He had no worries, the oil on his skin not just for exaggerating his definition, but full of wards against magic, a long held secret of his tribe to prevent the interference of mages in their quest to be the strongest. It was powerful enough to ward off some of the nastiest spells known to the world and a trade secret. What a shame it was that the clouds began to rain, a harsh wind scraping away most of the oil leaving him open to the goddess's influence as she prepared to make a new follower.

The fighter hadn't realized it yet, just annoyed that his map had been soaked through, the ink blurring as he punched another pillar on the open air temple.

"THIS IS YOUR BEST WEAPON? INCONVENIENCE?! HAH! WEAKLI-"

"Do not say I didn't warn you."

The sudden storm ended, the sky clearing as the freshly wet grass began to glow. At first Cograth was confused when his legs refused to move, wondering if he had a cramp or something, realization only settling in when he saw the glow creeping up in uneven patches on his body, the unoiled areas breaking out in a messy, burning sweat that helped clear away the rest, his whole body swallowed by the spell. And with it came a lethargy, his muscle going slack, his greatsword which had never once been parried falling to the ground with a pathetic thud.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME COWARD?! FIGHT ME LIKE A WARRIOR YOU! YO-NNGH y-you..."

The grass was growing around him, sucking his vitality as the spell transferred his muscle to the greenery, swallowing his leather shoes as it clasped around like locks, his stature eroding under the assault. It wasn't painful, just embarrassing, Cograth groaning as he felt invisible suckers pulling at his pores, tiny slivers of muscle vanishing as his bulging physique subtly softened, his lax muscles all feeling ticklish as they were drained. For the first time in his life, he didn't even have the energy to yell, the full body drain oddly erotic as the sucking moved to every part of his body, his cock not spared as it hardened before that vitality was spread to the grass below.

"Ohh~ n-not my muscles! S-Stop this you perverted- Ahhh~!"

The tenderness of everything got to him, his stamina greatly depleted as his cock throbbed away its vitality, spilling seed onto the hungry grass as his height had been reduced by a solid foot, more sloughing off as the goddess replied, "I'm doing what must be done. I warned you before, now I must instill proper manners into you, no matter the cost."

His legs were fading faster than the rest of his body, his knees trembling as he tried to stay strong, desperate not to face the ultimate indignity as his legs were taken from trunks to branches to twigs, the thin reeds unable to keep his half diminished, but still mighty form aloft as he stumbled backwards, falling. The grass muffled any shock he might have felt, the hungry tendrils growing over him, encasing his legs up to their mid thighs, leaving a small gap as they wrapped around his heaving abdomen, his arms and upper chest left free as he tried to tear at the foliage rubbing away his muscle. All that managed was a further indignity as touching it sapped the strength, his sausage fingers shrinking as they became unable to budge even a single blade, the shape slimming past anything masculine as to his horror the petite hands of a girl rested on his slimming arms.

"No you can't! F-Fix me! Restore me to how I-"

"Ah yes those wounds and scars, a mage shouldn't have such markings in battle, only the runes that befit their knowledge."

The rubbing of the grass reached a fever pitch at her orders, Cograth squirming ineffectively as the vegetation stroked his cock, more masculinity and muscle pumping out to water the land as his skin felt an arousing heat the likes of which he had never known. Healing magic was the culprit, a spell for women shearing away the damaged, tanned flesh, paler plush stuff that sang under the goddess's touch revealed as his moans gurgled like a babbling brook, now at the timbre of him as a young boy. Any scar tissue that couldn't be erased was repurposed, condensed and shifted around into mage tattoos that pumped further magic into his system. At this point the draining had left him skin and bones, his great muscle depleted to the sallow softness of an aristocrat. He was on the verge of fading away, unable to fight back only to be rudely struck by an overwhelming surge of raw, womanly magecraft.

"Ahh~ ah... no p-please n-awwwt~ ohh gaaaawd~!"

Five runes glowed, one on his right forearm, one on his forehead, one on each cheek and one around his navel as witchy energy forced his body to have the potential for wizardry. Given his body lacked even a hint of mana or conductors, this meant a great renovation was required, Cograth moaning as his nipples were turned into conductors, the mana of his transformed vitality surging into the runes as his thrashing body tore free of the grassy constraints. His strong cheekbones crumbled under the surge, his similarly protruding forehead receding as magic surged through the contours of his face, crumbling it into a feminine visage as his moans raised to a high, girlish squeal. All this mana needed places to go, areas to latch onto, and as he rolled about the glowing field his ass and chest were where the mana chose to pool.

His thrashing died down some as his cock continued to pump out vitality, the arousal too much to contain as the grass tweaked his nipples, their hug only getting more noticeable as the plump flesh billowed out, surging with a spike of pleasure and a weak, tortured eek from the fighter, if he could even be called that. It didn't matter that the breasts were small, on his petite frame they felt massive, his ass following suit as his body was pushed up by the forming cushion. His frame only grew smaller as the rune on his forearm came to life, filling his scrawny arms with enough fat to make them appealing, the rune on his belly glowing as his sides were tenderly squeezed by the grass dress, his bones that had held back dragons and berserkers crumbling into curves at the whims of the weakest of plants. With a final surge of energy the magic sent one large blast through his skull, thankfully avoiding his mind as his short cut hair exploded into a tangle of salmon pink, fronds of grass sewing it into a ponytail as Cograth became desperate, his cock struggling to stay hard as he began to beg.

"P-Please g-gaawwdess! I'll b-be good so don't take tha-ahhht~!"

He felt pitiful, reduced to this sorry state, not an ounce of strength left to his slender body, all his hard ridges rounded or drawn into the fold of womanly charm. He had never been this frightened, a glorious death far better than this humiliation as he could hardly stifle the moans as his thighs swelled with mana, his cock stirring listlessly against its arousingly plump holders.

He could tell how much it had shrank just from the indent, still long at eight inches, but its circumference was greatly shrunk, its erect status faltering with the sudden, random spurts of cum that dribbled away at its own support. The goddess didn't respond, letting him stew in his own mess, to think about what he had done. Sadly there wasn't much recollection happening as the grass tightened further, driving more moans and cum from the changing 'man' as they tightened to fabric, a black dress hugging his body, black stockings his thighs. Below his shoes were peeled away to show black petite shoes with an upwards toe curl, some mana forming the embroidery as Cograth begged for mercy, then release, his cock's changes too much for him to bear.

He gripped it, ignoring how his gold bangles were shrinking to black bracelets, ignoring the weaving grass in his hair sewing together into a witch's hat. All of that paled in comparison to the feeling in his gut, the mana rune on his navel glowing as something hot dribbled below, carving out a cauldron under his cock as it bubbled, his cum now coming out in other colors, not just white as steam billowed from his cock. Cograth watched as a testicle sunk into his flesh, a watery plop sound sending orgasmic wonder through him as he denied the pleasure, angry at how much he enjoyed it as more potion spilled between his thighs. Desperately he tried to pluck his remaining ball, but the flesh was too slippery, Cograth accidentally popping it inside as his slick cock finally sank.

"Ahhh! p-please I'll d-hooo a-anything to keep m-my-"

His cock fizzed as it sunk into his nethers, magic weaving into the hollows of it, pulling it inside out as more followed in a blinding display of magic and pleasure.

"I-I'll n-ehhh~ver f-fiiiiight again! I-I promise to- ooh oooh ooooooooh~!"

It was unfurling and he couldn't do a thing, his hands pointless as the constant stream of lubricant made it sink faster and faster, stirring his cauldron as it grew too small to cup in his full fingers, sliding past his thumbs as the tip sealed itself.

"Ohhh n-nooo f-fuuu fuuuudge I can't ooh~ I'll b-be a good man fruuuuhm now ahhhn I'll b-be a good boy a g-hoood-"

SCHLICK

She felt utterly drained, her old vitality watering the grass as she gave a meek cry, moaning away the last of her cock as she felt her innards stabilize. Tears watered the ground next, Cograth's form now diminished to that of a tiny witch, even her class fully changed as she looked for her sword, desperate to have some way to fight. It was hard to pick which was worse, the way her sword was far too heavy to even lift, or that brief moment of hope when it did, believing that her strength was returning only to see her greatsword's hilt extending to a wooden stick, the blade splitting into the harmless fronds of a simple broom.

"I did not think you would wait the entire change before looking for mercy proper, but this will be the start of your education. Do not cry young one, you will learn the ways of magi-"

"F-Fudge you! Why am I saying fudge? Wh-Why can't I yell?"

"Ah I see you are stubborn, yet worry not. I am patient and soon you will see the need to follow my teachings. You are already an acolyte, your dirty ways being washed away so as not to disparage your purity. There is no need to yell over others, nor to use foul language. You shall be a pure mage now."

Cograth had a number of thoughts on that, but she knew for certain that she'd never learn magic! All she had to do was return to the town and beg Morgoth even if it meant her pride. This would just be a nightmare journey and then she'd... fall? The meek little mage peeked over the cliff face of the temple, thousands of feet high, the height suddenly mattering greatly as she knew her body would not survive such a fall. Could she climb down? But no she knew her strength well and her arms could barely even support her weight much less traverse that distance.

"Ah I can tell you have noticed the fall. Do not worry young one, flying will be one of the earliest spells I teach you once you've mastered the basics. If you are a good student, you should be out of here in a matter of months. You do wish to leave don't you?"

Cograth trembled, finding not only his strength but his will was equally sapped, fighting to hold back tears as a gust almost pushed him over, shrieking as he held onto a pillar for support. It was against her upbringing to die by any means that wasn't battle or old age, the fully dispirited mage shirking back as she shook in her shoes. She hoped she would have the will to change back once she had finished her teachings, tearing up as she gave up on her pride.

"Y-Yes goddess. I'll... I'll learn..."