New World, New You (Monster Hunter World TG/RC/MC)

 

When Adam had set out for his yearly hike through the woods earlier that day, he had expected to have had a tranquil stroll, with the only encounter with wildlife being the birds chirping cheerfully in the trees, and perhaps the odd deer galloping off in the distance. Instead he found himself running faster than he had ever ran in his entire life.

Sprinting through the oddly dense foliage, Adam could feel the blanket of sweat coating his body making his skin stick to the padded blue jacket he was wearing. He wasn't sure what had happened - one moment he was walking down the same gravel covered trail he and countless others had tread down before, and then a cloud of fireflies came out of nowhere and swarmed around him... no matter how hard he flapped his arms at them, they wouldn't go away as their green lights filled his vision -

Adam was torn out of his thoughts as a roar crashed through the air. He wasn't sure just what was chasing him, and he certainly wasn't going to stop and take a look - but judging from the shadow that it was casting over him; it was flying, and it was big, bigger than anything he'd have expected to live in a forest such as this - as if anything else like it lived anywhere else in the world! Speaking of the forest, however, it was only now that Adam realised that he was no longer in the same wintry forest he'd been strolling through - he was undeniably in some sort of jungle now, the thin white birches and christmassy spruces replaced by thick, towering trees whose vibrant leaves branches created a canopy over his head; their roots twisting out of the ground as if they wanted to trip him up... but thanks to his boots, Adam knew he wasn't going to slip up any time soon.

The thing chasing him from above let out another thundering roar - but it and all sound was abruptly silenced as an earsplitting explosion ignited mere meters away from Adam, the force trembling the earth and the heat scorching enough to make him feel sweaty even from this distance. A stream of swears flowing freely out of his mouth, Adam’s eyes darted around as he tried to find a place to hide - it was clear that he couldn’t run forever, and simply hiding around a tree wasn’t going to work. Fortunately he didn’t have to look for long, as he noticed a pathway that seemed to head deeper into the forest. Although he had no idea where he was now, Adam preferred living, so he scurried down the track.

Adam heard the creature roar again, although this time it sounded like it had been out of frustration or confusion rather than intimidation. Hastily trudging through the mud, which was starting to squelch and loosen further underneath him with each step he took, Adam moved deeper inwards, the walls around getting closer and cramped; eventually he had to take his hiking bag off his back in order to slip through. The gentle bubbling sound of a river gradually filled the air, and the lack of noise from whatever had been chasing him was starting to calm him down. 

Slipping out the other end, Adam gasped as he realised that he was in some sort of massive room: There was a small stream flowing across the floor, slipping past and over his feet… countless green fireflies buzzed about in the distance, some gathered around the ancient, moss covered bones that were half buried into the ground, and a large boulder seemed to be precariously hanging off the ceiling from a single thick but rather rotten vine - but what really grabbed Adam’s attention was the massive stone hammer that was resting only a few feet away from him. There was a small hole somewhere in the massive tree that was letting in a large beam of light that was conveniently positioned so that it would bathe the massive weapon in an almost divine light. Although it was designed in a fairly crude way, there was no denying the sense of raw strength that seemed to emanate from it -

Adam was ripped out of his amazement by a booming thud, followed by that same monstrous roar again: Turning around, he let out a shriek as a thin jet of flame licked out at him - the creature was trying to force its way inside! Adam looked around for another way out, and his stomach dropped as he quickly came to the conclusion that it was also the same way he came in… As Adam stood there panicking, the more instinctive and primal part of his mind was telling him to fight, seeing as flight was outright impossible. Looking back and forth between the hammer and the narrow pathway, which was blocked by the single yellowish slit-shaped lizard eye that belonged to the monster chasing him, Adam dropped his bag, raced towards the massive hammer and wrapped both of his hands around its metallic hilt and tried to pull it up off the ground. 

Unfortunately, the hammer was as heavy as it looked - and now that he was much closer to it, Adam observed that it was partially buried into the pulpy, mulchy dirt. Despite this, Adam put every ounce of strength in his lean body into lifting it out, eventually forcing a long straining groan out between his grimaced, gritting teeth as a dark red flushed across his face. Every muscle in his body tensing, his arms started to shake violently as they were pushed to their absolute limit in their futile attempt to hoist the hammer out.  Whilst any ordinary person would have likely stopped after a mere couple of seconds, it was desperation that drived Adam to keep going. It was now that he was starting to notice a buzzing sound underneath the roars of the monster, but he simply put it down to the sheer amount of stress he was putting his body through - it was only when his view was starting to be blocked by hundreds of green lights that he realised that a massive swarm of fireflies were starting to gather around him. Normally he might’ve been concerned, but considering there were literally bigger problems currently trying to claw their way inside, he figured they were buzzing about in distress.

Eventually Adam was completely surrounded by a whirlwind of fireflies; all of them pulsating their light every so often, a light bright enough to be seen even underneath Adam’s eyes, which were now tightly screwed shut. Even though he wasn’t paying attention to the glow, Adam gradually felt a sense of calm wash over his mind, desperation and fear replaced with confidence and…eagerness? Yes, there was now something about being chased by a large, fire-breathing creature that actually seemed fun to Adam now; his stomach no longer seemed to prickle with dread and instead tingled with excitement, and his arms stopped trembling as their grip on the hilt tightened - the heaviness seemed to have alleviated slightly. 

What Adam couldn’t tell however, due to his puffy red coat, was that the muscles on his limbs, especially his arms, were starting to lose their leanness… as the muscle filling them started to grow firmer and denser, his biceps becoming a little more pronounced; his thighs thickening out in a surprisingly alluring way. His abdomen wriggled warmly as the muscles around them and squirmed into a tight toned six pack. His hands adjusted to their new limbs too; nails growing out a couple centimetres but also gaining a couple of jagged edges, as if they had gone through years and years of tough labour. 

With his newfound strength, Adam grinned as he felt the hammer shift underneath his feet, although it didn’t come out completely. As if to help with this, Adam’s spine suddenly made a quiet pop as it was gently pushed, the change hardly visible as his posture was already healthy, but Adam gasped as he felt a stability of sorts reinforce his back, especially near the base. There was also the added benefit of shoving his chest and rear ever so slightly, but another adjustment was to Adam’s height… as it increased, causing him to go from his average 5’6 to 6’1, adding a rather statuesque physique along with his muscles. Finally, Adam’s shoulders caved inwards, one after the other and forcing two grunts to come out of him as they did so, adding the tiniest feminine touch to his body whilst also bulking the top half of his back with more sinew.

Now Adam’s skin, which had already broken out into a sweat from the concentration and exertion, was starting to lose all its body hair; each and every strand that didn’t belong to his scalp suddenly melting away and leaving his skin silky soft whilst also showing off a hint of some of the now peak athletic fitness he had gained. The skin on his palms also changed texture in comparison to the rest of his body however, becoming slightly callused and scratchier befitting the hands of someone who wielded massive weapons and who gripped the scaly hides of monsters. But that wasn’t all that changed about them, as now a tan started to break out across his body, the winter washed paleness dimming into olive, then caramel, then bronze… and finally an earthy brown. This was another concealed change thanks to the wintery attire Adam was wearing; the only sign he got that this had happened was a warmth flowing throughout his body, as if someone had just gently poured hot water over him. 

The next changes to occur were not to Adam’s body - instead his clothing began to shift; starting from his boots as their fabric switched from nylon to a leathery skin, their colour switching from black and blue to a more salmon coloured pink whilst their design sharpened and thinned; Adam gained an extra couple of inches as a pair of heels pushed out from underneath, emphasising the roundness of his still flat buttocks. At the very hem of the boots, two rows of dark fur sprouted out that looked crudely tribal compared to the rest of his contemporary clothing… and then a series of sharp rips cut through the air as his right trouser leg started to tear itself apart, as if being cut by a pair of invisible scissors. Within a matter of seconds, Adam’s leg was completely exposed to the air, although considering the tropical heat he wasn't exactly complaining about the cool breeze caressing it now. The couple of loose strands that dangled limply about suddenly toughened into tanned leather belts that wrapped around his calf, whilst a section around his shin hardened into a piece of dense bone. But his other leg stayed intact as the same pinkish orange hue spread across it, the material changing to the same as the one on his boots as what remained of his trousers formed into a sort of split skirt that revealed more of his slender right leg.

His belt didn’t change much; simply becoming a larger duplicate of the straps on his leg as an empty lantern of sorts constructed itself and rested against his leg, but now the front part of Adam’s coat started to unravel, revealing his black wooly jumper, and once it had completely worn out to his back, it merged into the back of his collar as it bleached into a sandy blonde, the material becoming a long piece of thin but rough leathery hide. The right sleeve of his jumper then separated from the shoulder and started to slide down to his forearm, even going halfway over his hand before the fabric seemed to restyle itself around it, splitting from the wrist as it gained a tiny tuft around its hem and became a leathery glove, whilst what little remained of the sleeve simply changed to same on Adam’s left leg. As this happened, his left sleeve also detached from his shoulder, although it only moved a little bit before it changed into the same colour and  material as the rest of the armor that seemed to be forming on him; his watch itself pulled up from his wrist and went halfway up his forearm before it grew and reconstructed itself into some sort of slinger.

Adam’s jumper started to change now, the sides pulling upwards and exposing his waist slightly whilst his collar split apart, with the actual collar remaining around his neck as the new gap stretched downwards, reaching all the way down  to the center of Adam’s chest as thin bands appeared from either side, whilst a strap stretched across just below his collar bones. Finally, the tattered remains of the original collar became a leathery necklace that was embedded with a couple of sharp triangular canines; a series of colorful beads laying underneath them.

The shoulders of Adam’s ‘jumper’ started to puff out with thick black fur that quickly spread out across them and around the back of his neck, acting almost like a mini scarf. The colour of Adam’s new top adjusted to the same thick pelt as the rest of his clothing… although if anyone else had been there with him, they would have definitely realised that his new attire, at least his new top, looked much more like a corset or a bra, although it wasn’t too obvious considering how flat his chest was. Finally, the grey beanie that rested on his split apart at the top, the fibres shrinking backwards until there was just a grey headband wrapped around his crew cut dusty blonde hair - and then the same light orange colour filled it, four little white gems filling out around the part that rested on his forehead whilst a larger metallic stamp that was shaped like a shield grew out in the center. As a series of colourful beads similar to his necklace popped out of the right side of the headband, the clothing changes came to an end… and now Adam looked less like a hiker and more of a tribal warrior.

But now it was time for his body to fully compliment the armor he now wore, and as the fireflies persisted in their meditative glowing, Adam felt the warmth return, although this time it gathered around his scalp. Although he was still heavily focused on unearthing this mighty hammer, Adam’s eyelids dipped slightly as a soft sigh slipped out of him - the comfort prickling around his brain was almost enough to make him forget his situation and let go of the hilt, although the relentless pounding and roaring of the monster was able to keep him alert. Meanwhile, his scalp continued to tingle as each and every fair strand on his head started to darken into a jet black as it grew rapidly, flowing halfway down his back before it curled itself up to his shoulders; a large section drooping over his face before curling off-center. 

The tingling moved down into Adam’s eyes, his vision blurred up as the warmth caused his eyes to water… and then his blue irises brightened into a gold that glistened with the grit and boldness he was gaining; his eyelashes curved outwards and grew out whilst his eyebrows dimmed and thinned out, giving his face an effeminate quality. As Adam’s nose slimmed down and replaced his pointed one with a dainty button shape, his lips filled out and became plump and pillowy before a chocolately gloss applied itself onto them, adding a rather alluring vibe to his recently developed brawny appearance. Lastly, his jawline lost its rough angular edges as it shifted into a softer oval structure that emphasised his equally increasing femininity.

And speaking of of femininity, Adam cried out as a tightness wrapped around his waist, and he bent over slightly as the discomfort was small but acute enough to be unnoticed… and whilst his backside wasn’t exactly inviting, there was no denying how sensual Adam looked thanks to his thighs and the way his skirt and cape just hinted at his rear regardless. Meanwhile, his pelvis stretched out as his waist tightened inwards, gracing him with a pair of curvy wide and womanly hips and tight hourglass figure that still managed to remain muscular. However, as if to make up for the slight ache, Adam’s already tight grip on the hilt of the hammer intensified as a warmth flared up around his chest and sent countless pulses of pleasure throughout his body as his pectorals enlarged with soft pillowy flesh and causing a pair of massive and perky D sized breasts fill out and gently rest against his armor, the large gap giving a generous view of the tan bosom underneath. 

Once they were done, Adam stood back up straight and attempted to refocus his attention on unsheathing his… the hammer when he felt the warmth pool around his behind, and he couldn’t help but let an eager moan creak out of his mouth as he felt his cheeks swell out with the same spongy tissue as his breasts, granting him a round but firm ass that matched his thick sinewy thighs. There were only two changes left for Adam’s body to undergo, and as a sensual tension begin to build up in his crotch thanks to the previous changes, he instinctively began thrusting and grinding against the hilt as if it were more of a pole, his moans growing in passion and volume (as if they could be heard underneath the droning of thousands of small insects) as bliss flowed through him… and as something else grew out too.

As Adam continued his steamy act, a part of him that wasn’t utterly overwhelmed by the lust and hypnotic effects of the Scoutflies (and that part wondered where he’d got that name from) questioned just what in the hell was doing, his own voice seemed to answer for him as he cooed; “I n-need this… g-give me more strength, more courage... give me more~!” that same small corner of Adam’s mind was absolutely flabbergasted at the fact that he seemed to be flirting with an inanimate object, and it was this confusion along with the constant pleasure he was experiencing that caused it to submit. As if to reward him for this, Adam’s body finally went over the edge, and with a piercingly passionate scream, his manhood emptied itself, sending waves and waves of pure ecstasy over him. Each burst caused Adam’s testicles to pull into his crotch whilst his length diminished inch by inch until, with a combined and forceful shove, they embedded themselves into Adam’s crotch, with his testicles burying themselves deep into his hips as they formed into a pair of ovaries and a clitoris respectively. 

As this happened, Adam’s voice had altered into a higher, husky tone that was apt for her new body - but perhaps the most important thing to occur was the hammer finally uprooting itself, breaking through the ground and sending clumps of dirt everywhere - Adam was taken aback by this and yelped slightly, wobbling about as her quivering legs struggled to find balance from the sheer amount of weight she was now holding. Slamming the tip of the hammer onto the ground, Adam bent over and rested for a couple moments, one hand placed on her knees as the other still clasped onto the handle. Panting from not only the exhilarating experience she had just gone through, but also the strain of holding such a bulky object with her bear hands, Adam’s mind was still dazed and buzzing. The Scoutflies had dispersed now, only a tiny cloud stayed behind in order to occupy the lantern clipped to Adanna’s belt.

Adanna frowned at that - there was something odd, something she wasn’t noticing… her view seemed to be drawn to her hand as it lay on her knee, as if she’d never seen it before. Standing up straight with a soft grunt, she turned her palm towards her and studied it, her eyes tracing the scratchy, cracked skin over and over again - what was it that was bothering her so much? Adanna’s sight was then pulled to her chest; her heart skipped a beat as she seemed to be utterly captivated by a part of her body that she’d seen so many times before that it was odd that she was practically ogling herself now. But even this didn’t seem to be it… there had to be something else -

- In the space of a few seconds, Adanna latched her free hand onto the handle and, as if she were holding a wooden bat, lifted the hammer off the ground and twisted on the spot to slam the sharpened tip of her iron hammer straight into the cranium of the monster that had attempted to ambush her from behind - it got a direct hit with a satisfying crunching sound, the beast let out a whimper as it was sent flying into a nearby bush. Still wielding the hammer with a light, expert grip, Adanna waited. The other monster, no doubt a Rathalos, had long since given up trying to chase her, and the brief flash of white that she’d seen sent careening into the undergrowth was the wrong size and colour to be it. 

“Hmmph, damn monsters,” she muttered, flipping open the lid of the lantern to let. “I try to have a peaceful expedition for once, and you guys just can’t resist trying to take a bite out of me!” The Scoutflies drifted out of their capsule and floated about for a second before suddenly darting over to the brush; glowing an ominously dark orange and buzzing as they hovered over a spot. As an unnerving mix between a tiger’s growl and a snake’s hiss came out from the brush, Adanna smirked; raising her hammer once again as a pair of red eyes glared out from between the long vibrant green strands. 

The monster launched itself out and grasped onto the dense wooden wall of the gigantic tree, revealing a quadruped with spiky white hair, blue scales and a long tail… and a bizarrely snake-like head; Adanna smirked as she instantly recognised it as a Tobi-Kadachi. Noticing how its legs had crouched, she knew it was seconds away from pouncing again. Hoisting the hammer behind her for a couple seconds, she shuddered as she felt the energy from it’s full charge spark and surge through her… and fill her with all too familiar heat. As the monster let out a roar and hurled itself at her, Adanna let out her own audacious yell as she rushed towards it… the hunt was on!