Rehab of a Hero! The Spear of Truth! (TG) (Patreon)

This work was inspired by Transformistress and done with their permission.

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It was the early morning and in the center of an army camp, in her tent was a young voluptuous demonic woman with short black and red hair. She was splayed out on her bedding with drool coming out of her mouth. Her face twitched as she dreamt of her past, remembering who she had been so long ago. Her hands curled into the sheets as her mind flashed with events of her past.

Years ago, she had just been a simple male human farmer, named Kevin. He had been tending to the field the day everything changed until he needed a break. He rubbed the short blonde hair that he had underneath the straw that he wore. He had gone a little further out, stretching his legs when he saw there was smoke rising in the distance, and at this time of day knew that it couldn’t be good.

After a second, Kevin realized that it was coming from the direction of his home village. He prayed to the gods, hoping that it wasn’t his village that wasn’t on fire and everything was alright. He ran as fast as he could with his pitchfork in hand, hoping that he wouldn’t have to use it to protect himself from any bandits or monsters.

To his shock and horror, he saw that it was his home village that was on fire. There were bodies strewn all over the place. He rushed forward hoping that anyone he knew there might still be alive. He called out to anyone hoping that he would hear something, even crotchety old man Jerimiah would have been a welcome surprise. No matter how loud he called out, nobody answered his screams of desperation.

Kevin found footsteps of misshapen sizes, and some hooves and others that looked like they could have belonged to a giant lizard, there was a trail as if a giant snake had slid past here, but there were no snakes that big around here. Only a demon could have made that since there weren’t snakes around that size here. He gritted his teeth knowing that it had to have been the demon army that was the cause behind this. It was the only explanation that he could think of. He looked for anything that he could use around the village, knowing that he couldn’t stay here anymore.

But they had left something behind.

In the center of the village was a long black and red barbed spear with an eye at the bottom of the spear blade. It was longer than he was. He could feel the power that the weapon had and instantly knew that it was magical, probably demonic even, but he didn’t care. The demons had left it behind and he would make sure that they got it back, through blood and steel, no matter what it took.

Kevin grabbed the spear and shuddered for a moment as black and red energy emitted from it. He studied the weapon and experimentally thrusted it forward a few times to get a feel for the weight of the weapon. Despite its appearance, it was surprisingly light, as if he was holding a branch rather than a piece of metal. The human boy jumped when he saw the eye on the spear turn to him. After a moment, Kevin stepped closer, steeling himself as he glared at the demonic weapon.

“Y-you’re alive aren’t you?” Kevin said, glaring at the weapon. “Where are the rest of the bastards that came with you? Why did they attack my village!?”

“NO HUMAN, WE DEMONS DID NOT TRY TO DESTROY YOUR VILLAGE. WE WERE TRYING TO SAVE IT,” the demonic weapon rebuffed.

“As if,” Kevin spat. There was no way that demons would go out of their way and try to save a bunch of humans. “There is no way that you demons would put yourselves on the line for us.”

“BELIEVE WHAT YOU WILL HUMAN. BUT TAKE ME, AND YOU SHALL HAVE YOUR VENGEANCE,”  the spear said.

Any other day. Kevin might have tossed the evil demonic weapon away in disgust. Today, however, after everything he had lost. He gleefully welcomed it and the power that it would give him. Anything that would let him take his revenge.

In the real world, the demonic woman’s tail swayed from side to side as she slept, her expression shifting into a more pleasant one as the next set of memories came rushing forward. The first battle that she had taken part in after she had left her home. The changes that came after, and her reaction to them.

After the destruction of his village, Kevin traveled the land, looking for any demonic threats back then, hunting all the demons that he could find. Kevin didn’t care that he didn’t have any food or any supplies. He just wanted to kill demons and make them pay for destroying his home and taking everything that he had ever loved.

His first encounter with a demon found was a giant purple lizard-like demon that would have killed him immediately if he didn't have the magical weapon. He had jumped around the battlefield, doing everything that he could to avoid its massive claws and the swing of its tail. With how he was now, one swipe of either would have been enough to end him, even with the power of the spear flowing through his body.

When Kevin finally saw his moment, he plunged his spear deep into the chest of the beast, knowing that he had pierced its heart. Blood poured onto his body, but the young man focused instead on the beast as he tried to embed his spear deeper into its body, grinning as he did. He looked up into its eyes and his heart soared when he saw the life in its eyes leave as it fell backward.

The lifeless expression on the beast brought a chuckle from him. His body was heavy and he didn’t care at all that he was covered in the blood of a monster. All he felt was pride and satisfaction at killing it, and how he couldn’t wait to sink the spear into another monster’s body. Even his greatsword between his legs was standing a little prouder at the power that was going through him and that he had managed to kill it.

Kevin wiped the blood that he was covered in over himself, feeling stronger as the blood moved across his skin. He groaned as he increased the pace he massaged himself, strangely finding comfort from the crimson liquid. The blood made him feel as if he was taking a hot bath rather than moving monster blood all over him. All the bruises that he had gained quickly disappeared.

As he lathered it on himself, the once bright sunny locks that he had darkened. The roots of his hair became a dark inky black, however, the middle of the strands maintained some of their brightness and altered into a bright blood-red tip that added further to the savage appearance he had. He trailed his free hand down the side of his face making blood-red lines form on it, and as he did, his face changed. The strong masculine shape of it altered, shifting into a softer beautiful womanly face that would have attracted many, even though some might be intimidated by the dark red lines on his face. A small red horn formed on the side of his head that slowly grew larger as it curled upward.

His waist cinched inward, losing some of its wideness giving his body a more curvaceous and womanly appearance than it already had as his gut altered. As it got smaller, the strong abs that he had there disappeared as it all got more compacted. Yet they didn’t lose any of the hardness that was there, in fact, it continued to get stronger, filling with power. It finally came to an end and the shadow of abs that he had were gone and he had gained a small sexy slender waist that gave him a small, but noticeable hourglass figure.

Blood went down Kevin's body, and his strong legs thinned, losing some of the bulk they had as they became more slender. The powerful muscles in their refining as they became even stronger. The muscles in them converted what little fat was there into strong powerful muscles. His feet got smaller as they seemingly took in blood around them like a sponge, absorbing it into them. His calves refined, losing some of their girth as they gained a powerful sleek tone to them.

It reached his thighs and despite the sudden power they were gaining, they grew larger, becoming thicker and more succulent looking as a delicious curve appeared to them. They continued to grow and the hot arousal that coursed through his body only spiked the longer it went on.  He brought them together and they jiggled only for a moment before they settled again, brushing against each other before Kevin adjusted his stance. His thighs finished changing when they had become strong powerful meaty thighs that would have been able to crush a watermelon with ease.

Shiny black scales formed on his feet and sharp red clawed toenails appeared as well. Despite his feet changing, the rest of his legs maintained the same human-like appearance aside from the scales on them now. The black scales traveled up his body and formed on his calves as well. They finished forming when they reached just above his kneecaps. Two red spikes from on his kneecaps.

The same scales that had formed on his lower body were now forming on his hands. His nails got sharper as they refined, to the point that they could have been used as claws. Kevin’s sharper nails dug into his shirt, tearing it apart as they moved across but he didn’t care. He was far too focused on the feeling that came from his bloodbath to pay it any mind. Red spikes formed on the back of his hands and larger ones formed as the scales went up his arms. They continued to form until they reached the middle of his biceps and they finally stopped forming.

Kevin's large 'greatsword' slowly retreated into his body, with the transitioning boy being none the wiser. His balls gently trailed against his thighs, and entered his new moist entrance, completing his change in gender to that of a beautiful young woman in the prime of her life. The moment they finished changing the same scales that had appeared on her legs, traveled up her thighs, making her shudder gleefully as they did. They protected her privates from view.

A dull pain formed above her butt, earning a slight moan from her. A long black tail formed behind her that reached down to the ground. A new wave of relief and pleasure came over her that only increased the pace that she massaged herself, enjoying every bud of pleasure as the rest of the world faded out to her. Her pants fell to the ground, laying on the ground behind her as she did.

Kevin moved on, knowing that she couldn’t stay too long. Her mind was in a daze a as her body moved on instinct. She knew that with the fresh meat there it would no doubt attract stragglers and there was no reason to fight if they weren't demons.

As Kevin walked, her bottom cheeks swelled. They gained a new ripeness to them, tightening further as they grew larger. The tightness that was in her rear end just kept growing, becoming more prevent as her bottom cheeks swelled. Despite how much larger they were getting, her twin lower cheeks only had the slightest ripple as she unwittingly swayed them from side to side in a seductive manner. They kept growing larger until she was left with large toned butt cheeks that were bigger than apples with all the firmness of a ripe peach.

She tore off her ripped shirt as it fell to the ground and failed to notice a slowly growing bounce of her bust as she walked. A small layer of soft padding formed on her chest and slowly grew out. They quickly became the size of oranges, then apples, and yet her chest continued to balloon and swell, growing larger with every second that passed. Her bust finally finished growing when it had become a large enticing F-cup that would have been able to rival honeydews.

When the former man made it back to her campsite, the dizziness and tiredness that had come over Kevin’s mind abated and she could think with clarity again. The young woman finally noticed the bouncing that was coming from her body and was shocked to see a pair of large sinfully perfect breasts on her chest. She felt something brush against her cheeks, which felt bigger than they should have been. The woman turned and paled at the sight of her inflated posterior and new tail.

The former man stared in shock at how curvy her body had become. The large breasts on her chest completely blocked the sight of her lower body. She reached down with her free hand and her face paled for a moment before it immediately darkened again from the foreign feelings that were erupting from her crotch.

“Where the fuck is my sword?!” Kevin cried at the loss of her most precious weapon.

WHY DO YOU NEED A SWORD? YOU HAVE ME?” the magical weapon questioned.

“Shut up! That’s not what I meant!” Kevin said as she thought over her current situation and how she would act with this body. Becoming a demon was something that she had expected, because of her weapon, but becoming a woman was not one of them.

Still, the change in gender and the loss of her humanity would not stop her. She might have the body of a well-developed young lady but there were plenty of adventurers out there who were women. All she had to do was continue and deal with this and all the others challenges she had on the way.

The demonic woman’s face snarled and tears seemed like they might spill out, as she tossed and turned in her sleep. A snarl came from her fitting for a dragon as the next set of memories came rushing forward. Her clawed hands dug into her bedding, as her tail whipped around wildly.

Ira sighed as she walked down the road, her body feeling off. Despite how long she had been walking over the land, she still wasn’t used to the way that her new curvy bounced and jiggled. She thought that she would have been used to this by now, but her new frame made it all but impossible.

The young woman moved her spear behind her, her immense buttocks pushing against the shaft of her spear. Her breathing hitched and she clenched her weapon tighter. Her tail swayed behind her from side to side, showing the aroused glee that she felt from what was happening. She looked over her shoulder at her massive rear end which looked like it rivaled pumpkins, especially with how wide her hips had become. She frowned, if she had been back home she knew that she would have been the girl that every eligible male would try to get with. She knew that she would have made her attempts as well if any of the girls had this body type.

Smoke caught Ira’s attention and she moved a little faster over to see what was going on and saw that it was coming from another village. The buildings were on fire, but this time she could see figures off in the distance, the sound of fighting filling her ears and she grinned.

“Looks like I caught the demons when they were having a little fun. Hope they have room for one more,” Ira laughed and then took off running. She ignored the bouncing jiggle of her immense ass as she ran, eager to shed the blood of monsters. It had been some time since she had gotten to kill something, and she was eager to make another demon regret its life choices.

When she finally entered the village, to her shock, instead of seeing demons ravaging the village population, it was human soldiers instead. They struck down the villagers in their way, some of them unable to defend themselves. She could sense that one of them, supposedly the leader had a demonic artifact on him. He threw the magical object down, smiling as if he had just finished a hard job.

“And that’s another village that the demons won’t be able to get their hands on,” the soldier said.

Ira clenched her spear tightly, her eyes glowing a bright red. If it was anything else in her hand, it would have shattered in seconds. She rushed forward over to the nearest group and slaughtered them like the vermin they were, leaving one of them alive so that they could answer her questions.

“It was you!? You framed the demons all along?!” Ira bellowed, the tip of her spear resting right above his heart.

“I TRIED TO TELL YOU BUT YOU WOULDN’T LISTEN…WE WERE TRYING TO SAVE YOUR VILLAGE,” her spear said, but Ira never noticed it with how intently she stared at the soldier.

The young woman was far too focused on the human in front of her to answer. She wanted nothing more than to ram her spear through his body, but she needed to hear their reasoning.

“We had to destroy it! We couldn't let the land fall into the hands of-!”

“Tell that to my village you monster!” Ira cried as her rage fully came over her and overcame her senses.

What happened next was a blur to the redhead. She remembered screams, the white spike of rage she felt completely clouded her mind and prevented her from thinking anymore. All she knew was that by the end of it, she was the only living being in the village.

She had put on a black cloak she found over herself and wandered out, leaving it behind her. All of the humans that were there were gone. Ira meandered out of the village thinking about this twist of events. She had never considered that humans would be the ones to destroy her home. Now that she knew, she didn’t know what to do.

“YOU MUST UNDERSTAND…THEY’RE ONLY HUMAN…,” the demonic weapon said, looking at her compassionately.

The words made her blood boil a little. The revelation pounded on her mind like a powerful blacksmith on their newest project, hating the fact that she had been a human if they would do something like this. It was funny how she had heard about humans doing that, but never heard of demons just destroying their settlements to prevent humans from getting them.

“Then I would rather be a demon…But they would never accept me now…,” Ira sighed, her heart aching. All of this time she had spent hunting them down and gleefully killing them, when they weren’t even the ones who caused her grief. All of the time and effort that she had put into it had all been for nothing.  What was she supposed to do?

“Don’t be so sure, young one,” a strong masculine voice said that made her look up and to her shock see a powerfully built male humonoid demon. He looked at her with a compassionate smile that put her at ease, and she could tell by the power that was coming from him that he was the Demon King.

Ira’s eyes finally opened, and she looked up to see the roof of her tent. The memories of her past were still fresh in her mind, and despite the pain from some of them, she grinned. A wave of glee and energy coming over her.

“And that is the story of how I had become the Demon King’s top general,” Ira said as if she was speaking to someone.

Ira ran her hand through her shaggy mane of red and black hair. That had been the start of her new life, one that she welcomed with eager glee. It had been strange at first, working alongside demons, but they had accepted her with far greater ease than she had ever expected.

The demonic draconic woman didn’t linger on those memories long and focused on waking up her body. She stretched in ways that would have instantly made many men go instantly erect, and some women moan in jealousy or desire. Her bust bounced as she stretched back, and she reveled in the slight pleasure. Her body let out pops as she moved. Her tail coiled around her spear and brought it over to her.

The young woman grinned at the sight of her immense bust. In the years that she had spent working with the Demon King, Asmodeus, her body had only gotten more developed over the years. Her bust had grown several cup sizes and rivaled watermelons, and her wonderful ass had grown large enough to smother a man with ease. Before she would have been able to get anyone she wanted with ease, and now she would be able to seduce anyone with even a drop of warm blood.

“What’s on the agenda today?” Ira yawned as she continued to stretch. There was something that she was supposed to do, and the morning grog made it hard for her to remember what she was supposed to do for a moment.

When Ira was finished getting ready and her body felt pumped. The demonic woman took her weapon from her tail and she slammed the butt of her spear into the ground. A savage grin formed on her face as she suddenly remembered what she was supposed to do.

She put her red and black fur coat over her and then eagerly marched out of her tent. Her soldiers saluted as they passed her by, showing her respect that she rightfully deserved. She made her way to the front of the army and stopped on the hill. She overlooked the human forces below her, her mind running wild as she imagined what it would be like when the battle started. The time to rest was over. It was time to act.

“Alright, ladies! It’s time to show all those smelly humans what a real army looks like!” Ira cried with a savage grin as she pointed her spear at their foes.

The roar of demonic soldiers was like a symphony to the young woman as she charged forward, her army following right behind her to her glee. Her eyes glinted as she rushed forward, ready to have some fun.