While trying to find something to do, your friend helpfully sends you a key to a remaster of a classic. Why is your friend's avatar so odd? Eh, whatever. This should be fun!

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You click around your desktop restlessly. What now? You just finished the last game you really felt like playing and…well, you don’t really have anything planned for the rest of the day. You scan through your game library. You could always play that old favorite you’ve sunk a couple of thousand hours into but…bleh. You can do better than that. Maybe go out? See a movie? Get some ice cream?

An alert flashes across your screen. Your pal has sent you a message. You open it up and lift an eyebrow. Your friend has changed their avatar into something different than their usual affair. Is that a humanoid cat? A female one too with a sly smile on her face and half-lidded eyes, along with a bust so big her breasts encroach into the small circle of the avatar. It is oddly realistic too, probably something from a newer game. Huh.

“Hey :3c!” your friend wrote. “It’s out!”

“What is?” you type. “And what’s with the avatar?”

“Heh heh, it’s me :p!” they reply. “I got you a copy!”

A copy of - oh. You’d heard rumors of the remaster but is it really out? A quick Google search confirms that, yes, it is. Huh!

You glance back to the chat and your friend has sent you another message, a seemingly random assortment of letters and numbers. Of course you know what it is - a game key. You copy it and then hesitate.

“Thanks,” you say. “You sure?”

“Of course, hun <3!”

You raise an eyebrow and then shrug. Your friend could be a little eccentric. Sure, it was a little strange they set their avatar to something so lascivious, especially when they had said several times in a voice chat that they’d never be that open about their likes, but maybe they’d changed their mind? Or just was really getting into character.

Yeah, probably that. No reason to think too hard about it. You should be grateful your friend gave you something to do.

You quickly claim the key and then set the game to install, quickly clicking through the EULA and such. While you’re waiting for it to install, you head to the kitchen and get some water. You’re sure the game will take a while to download so you have some time to, er, watch some videos? You chuckle and head back to your computer.

As you sit down, you glance over to the download status and…it’s already done? Huh. Maybe your ISP did finally improve their speeds as they’ve been promising to do for years. Whatever. You’re not going to complain. It’s time to play.

You put on your headphones and boot up the game. Your main monitor turns black and then your ears are flooded with a familiar, nostalgic theme as the game’s title bursts onto the screen. You smile, but you quickly notice something is different about the theme. It’s subtle and it still sounds epic and heroic but also a little more…energetic? You’re not sure how else to describe it.

There’s a few other odd things about the menu. The signature armored man has been replaced by a grinning lizardwoman clad in leather armor more revealing than protective leaning against a wall. You stare at her and her grin seems to widen. She’s rather busty and she certainly has eggbearing hips. Her tail twitches and you look away at other details. While remastered is under the game’s title, it’s apparently a “racy” remaster. Is this modded? No, can’t be. Unless your friend somehow gave you a knock-off game? No, that probably wouldn’t be allowed on this platform.

You’re thinking too much.

Yeah, you are.

Just start the game.

Right, you should.

You click new game. Immediately, the screen goes black and then golden. You shiver as a wave of warmth washes over you. Your hairs stand up on end and your skin itches. You’re-

Excited to re-experience.

Right. That’s it. You love this game. It’s part of your childhood and here you are ready for-

Something new.

Huh? No, that’s not right. You’re playing this because-

You love big lizard titties.

You blush. What? That’s not, you’re not-

In the right form yet.

Hold on. That’s not your thoughts. Not your thinking. It’s something else, it’s-

A start.

“Stop,” you say.

“No,” the voice replies, smooth and feminine. “A start.”

Your eyes widen. You were right! That other voice wasn’t yours. It’s coming from the…game?

“Finally figuring it out, are you? Good. It can be fun when someone is unaware, but I find character creation more exciting when there’s active involvement.”

What the hell is this? Your friend definitely sent you something weird. But it is just a game. Maybe the intro is just different.

“More than the intro,” the voice said. “Soon most of you will be different, like your ancestry? Human?” A scoff. “Boring! What shall you be?”

You look at the screen. Still black but wreathed with gold. You click but no options come up.

“Your friend seemed to prefer something more exotic and I sense that in you too. You were eyeing up that Argonian. What about that?”

Argonian flashes across the screen in gold and then fades. You blink and then feel prickling in your skin. You look down at your arms and gasp. Small, smooth green scales crawl up your arms and not a moment later your hands twinge. You flex your fingers, wincing when you see the scales spreading from your wrists to your digits, your nails pressing out into dark colored claws. And this wasn’t happening in the game. This was happening to you, right here, right now. And it was only going to get-

Better.

You hiss at the voice’s intrusion in your head, but you had bigger problems. Like…your head. You grunt and then gasp as your jaw stretches forward, your nose sinking into simple nostrils while scales start to spread across your stretching snout. Your ears wiggle and begin to retreat. In a panic, you raise your altered hands to your head and then are blinded by something falling into your eyes. You blink and brush it away, looking down to see that it’s your hair.

You stare in shock, unblinking for a few moments. In that span of time, the rest of your hair falls out while the scales continue to subsume the skin upon your skull. Your ears shrivel and finish shrinking into simple holes, your headphones staying adamantly upon your head. Your hearing pops and everything going quiet for several seconds before you’ve adjusted auditorily.

You pant, gritting your teeth together as they sharpen into predatory points, your muzzle continuing to press forward into a true saurian snout. Your eyes water and you blink, scratching at the scales now at your neck and spreading lower to meet those at your shoulders. You’re-

Getting better.

“Fuck off!” you shout and your voice sounds different, raspier. You clench your jaw and accidentally bite down on your tongue. Ouch! Those are rather sharp now. You clear your throat and try to say something else, but your voice sounds the same, like-

It should.

“I told you-” you growl, but then you squeak as you feel something else press out from your head. You lift your hands and feel the frills slipping out on either side of your head along with several small horns near them.

“Fine, fine,” the voice says and it sounds like it's smirking. “You’re right, we should move this along. You’re getting there, but we’re missing quite a bit. And there’s other qualities we should handle. Like your sex.”

Your eyes widen and you shiver as the scales slide down past your pecs and your slimming stomach. Your feet throb and you find yourself thanking the fact you’re only wearing socks as your toes press out into claws, those same socks not surviving the transition. One of your toes doesn't either, leaving you with four talons on each foot, but that’s of little concern for now another word flashes on screen.

Female.

You squeal as you feel a wrenching sensation at your crotch. You bring your hands there and look down and do your best to ignore the protrusion of your snout as you watch the bulge in your groin dwindle. Panicked, you stand up and nearly fall, stumbling as your feet abruptly lift to grant you a digitigrade stance. Though your lengthening, thinning legs itch, your concern is your cock and so you pull down your pants and peek into your underwear. You let out what can only be described as a girly scream and then a sensuous moan as you watch your shrunken shaft and balls disappear into the lips of a freshly formed scaled slit that already throbs with warmth and arousal.

“W-what…” you murmur in a voice already higher in pitch. “I-I…”

You stare and the voice chuckles.

“What’s wrong?” it says. “Scared of a little lizard pussy?


Your face goes flush and then you snarl, frills flicking as you look back to the screen. Your slit pulses and you pant, rubbing thickening thighs together as the scales creep up to your hips. Abruptly you’re pulled to one side and then the other as your hips widen. And you’re only able to stay upright by catching yourself upon your chair. There must be something you can do, there must be a way to-

Get even thicker.

“What?” you say. “No!”

But thoughts flood your mind of alluring, curvy shapes. Big, soft scaly breasts, hips able to bear a clutch of eggs and then some, and a fat, juicy ass that anyone would want to slap. Your pussy pulses again and you feel your arousal drip down a leg, soaking into your underwear. You shiver and bend over, your hips pressing out wider and wider as you desperately try to pull your mind away from the thought of hot, sexy, scaly, sultry Argonian ladies in your area.

Ladies like you.

“You’re right,” the voice purrs. “We should up your personality, hmm?”

You shake your head before you realize that’s not going to do anything. You need to shut this off or shut it down. Something!

You pull off your headphones and toss them to the ground.

“Really?” the voice snorts.

You place your hands on your keyboard, awkwardly trying all sorts of inputs with your now clawed hands. Alt-F4, Ctrl-Alt-Del, none of them do anything and you aren’t able to try anything else before a tug right above your rear wrenches you back. You let out a squeak and fall backwards, landing onto your chair as something new flashes across the screen.

Fortify Personality.

Your rear abruptly fills out, your cheeks growing rounder, softer, and bigger as your back quickly becomes your best side. Your jeans groan and protest and then tear apart from your ballooning butt. You whimper, hissing, and then can’t stop yourself from moaning as your tail finally tugs out from above your fat ass, slithering thicker and longer with every passing moment. Not to be outdone, your thighs billowing outwards, your poor pants suffering further damage as fat and flesh shifted in tandem. Every heartbeat pumped more and more curves into you, your waist cinching and your shoulders softening to compliment your increasingly feminine figure.

“Looking good, dearie.”

But you can still stop this! Or at least you have to try!

Your tail twitches, thickening and lengthening a little before it finally touches the ground. You push yourself off your chair, your ass jiggling from the movement. You blush and then move to lean forward but instead you’re pulled into that direction by the growth of something larger and heavy on your chest. Or really, two things.

Your nipples twinge and your pecs tingle and tighten before slowly swelling into round, soft scaly mounds that already jiggle with each breath. Desperately you grab at them, hissing at the pleasurably warm sensation of your titties growing bigger and rounder and heavier. You let go, whimpering a little as you look down and looking at the canyon of your cleavage. They’re so big already and only getting bigger! You won’t be able to see your feet with how enormous they are if they keep going like this!

The remnants of your torn jeans and your underwear slip down your huge hips and past your juicy thighs as you hold onto your desk for support. Something flashes on your secondary monitor and you see it’s your friend messaging you.

“How’s character creation going :p ?”

You frown. You…you have to stop this!

Do you?

Y-yes, of course! You’re not supposed to be some hot, curvy Argonian with a big ass and bigger breasts! You’re supposed to be-

Hotter!

You whimper and shake your head and you notice your breasts bounce. Hey, that’s kinda fun! You heft them up and give them a squeeze. You shiver. Wait, what are you doing? You’re-

Thinking too much.

N-no! You’re-

Too smart for your own good.

Wait, you need-

Relax.

Something flashed across your main screen.

Drain Intelligence.

H-hold on! You’re…you’re, um…

You giggle. You don’t know where it came from, but you can’t help but laugh which causes your burgeoning breasts to jiggle and your rear to shake a little too as your tail twitches enticingly above it.

Wait. You’re sure you were doing something. Yeah, you’re-

Turning into a busty Argonian gal.

Huh? But haven’t you always been an Argonian? N-no, that’s not right. You were a human dude with big breasts, huge hips, soft scales, a thick tail, a cute snout and frills and best of all? A sensitive slit that you loved to get filled and-

No, none of that is right. You can do better than that! I mean, your boobs could be bigger, your scales a little shinier, and your outfit sluttier. Mmm, some nice, tight leather would complement you well, wouldn’t it? Yeah, something to really emphasize your curves and your breasts so it would be impossible not to notice you as you sway into a room, catching the attention of ALL the cuties.

Your eyes go wide and you shake your head but that doesn’t seem to dislodge the encroaching thoughts. In fact, it only seems to throw off what you do want to think about more. And, er, what do you want to think about?

Tits. Scales. Hips. Thick tail and thicker thighs. How big your breasts are, how huge your rear is, how you’re going to send off a few codes before meeting up with your sexy Khajiit GF, heh heh!

“Now you’re getting there,” the voice said soothingly. “Just a few more adjustments, dearie.”

Adjust-what? Huh? You blink.

Fortify Endurance flickers across the screen. Abruptly your hips widen that much more and your thighs thicken to compensate, making your shapely body even shapelier. Then Fortify Willpower, your breasts plumping up just a bit more except they feel a little different now? Your nipples tingle and then you look down and see something staining the front of your shirt. You quickly pull off your shirt, breasts lifting and then falling with enticing jiggle as you examine your huge boobs. What’s going on with them? Something dribbles out of them, splashing onto the keyboard.

Oh.

You blink and then giggle. You’re lactating, duh! Heh, you could be a little ditzy, but why wouldn’t you be milky? Your little kitty loved her milk and…well, she would always pay back the favor by giving your little kitty a loving licking with that tongue of hers.

Right? Yeah, you’ve always had a Khajiit girlfriend. It only made sense. Why else would she be messaging you even now? You shiver, one clawed hand dropping between your legs as you imagine your feline friend, teasing your lips. Your friend’s a lot like you - female, friendly, maybe a bit ditzy, but she’s also more lithe, smaller and softer, and a bit jealous of your bigger boobs. You heft your breasts as Fortify Strength flashes across your screen, their weight no longer much of a burden as your back strengthens to carry them.

Shoot. You were supposed to be doing something. Your tail sways and your frills flap back with uncertainty. You were supposed to, um…you giggle and your face flushes with warmth. Come on, you are smarter than this.

Aren’t you?

“Now, how about a birth sign?”

“Like, Leo or something?” you ask, covering up your chest with one arm so your milk wouldn’t just drip onto your keyboard.

“No, silly,” it says, and somehow that feels like a compliment. You smile. “Ah, here.”

An image comes onto your monitor, displaying a constellation of stars shaped like a shapely, busty female Argonian cupping a breast and framing her pussy with her other hand as she teasingly sticks out her tongue.

“Sign of the Aroused Argonian,” the voice whispers and you shiver, for a moment feeling as if someone has embraced you. You can almost see the ghostly outline of another female Argonian and you can mostly definitely feel her breasts pushing against hers. They’re bigger! You whimper, but then smile as your breasts swell just a little bit bigger, your ass a little rounder and plumper, and your thighs thickening to match. That heat between your legs intensifies and you moan. You reach down and stroke your lips. Fuckkkkk. It feels good and the sensation feels intoxicatingly new. You nearly purr as you stroke your slit a little more and then dip a finger into it. You pant and thrust your hips forward, wanting more as the ghostly Argonian fades away, your arousal building.

Damn. You’d love to get fucked. Or milked. Or both, preferably. But first…

“We don’t have to worry about skill,” the voice said. “Don’t worry, I’ve allocated plenty of Speechcraft and Acrobatics for you.”

“Huh?” you say, confused.

“Don’t worry. We’re all finished now, dearie.”

Character Created, the screen says. Then: Save - Yes/No?

Something tells you to hit no, to deny your currently curvy, scaly form but you giggle, twitch your tail, and in a moment that thought is gone. Why wouldn’t you WANT to be a busty, lusty lizard woman? You brush off the remnants of your old clothes and sit your plump rump down. Your chair creaks and it feels smaller than it used to, your hips hanging over the edge on either side.. Did you get more curvy? Heh heh. You look down and are entranced by your breasts. They’re so big! Were they always so huge? Whatever. What matters now is how they feel, weighty, full, and like they truly belonged because of course they did! You lift up your hands to either side of them and squish them together, moaning and then giggling as a bit of milk spurts from your nips. Heh…oh wait, you were doing something. The screen, right! You give your breasts another squeeze and return your attention to the screen.

You hit Yes and then the gold fades and the game closes. You blink. Wait, didn’t you want to play it? Nah. You had better things to do.

Like your GF.

You smile and pull up your chat. But wait, you have to-

Set your picture.

Right! You turn on your webcam and look at yourself. A female Argonian with fanciful frills and cute little horns stares back, her golden eyes half lidded, a lustful smile on her snout as she props up her breasts. You know her. It’s you!

You stick out your tongue and snap a picture. You set it as your profile picture, cropping it enough to show some of your breasts but not the naughty nipple-y bits, heh heh. Now you’re going to-

Send some codes.

Oh yeah! You message five of your closest friends and tell them it’s out. What is? The game. Which game? You know, that fantasy one though you leave out the naughty bit, and you know some codes for them to get it for free! So you type those codes out. You do get a question or two about your profile pic, but you’re sure they’re just jealous of how hot you are, ha!

Now you can finally-

You wait, but no other thought comes. Nothing forces itself inside your head. Of course, that never happens. You’re your own you and you are a lusty, busty Argonian gal and damn are you horny!

You pull up your GF’s chat, smiling at her cute feline face.

“Heyyyyy~” you say. “That game was boring. It, like, crashed on me!”

“Awwww :(, I’m sorry…” she says. Then: “:3c want me to come over and fix it?”

“Yes pls!” you reply. “Get your pussy on over here~”

“As you wish, Bounces-Her-Boobs!”

“Hey!” you say, but she’s already away, no doubt jiggling her way over here. You blink when you see one of your friends has already changed their profile picture to a busty Argonian like you, though she has shimmering scarlet scales! You lick your snout, one hand dropping to your scaled slit, tail twitching as you restlessly tease yourself. What now? Wait for your feline friend to arrive. You’re booked for the rest of the day. It’ll take you two a long while to figure out how to get the game working. Some things might get in the way. Soft, sensitive things…

Your tail twitches in anticipation.