Amirys Greystone had been making his way through Camp Bluefog, things had grown quiet over the past few months. With the end to the threat of the ascians, and the fall of the empire things had gotten rather.. Boring. There wasn’t too much to do with everything saved. Amirys was left to mostly just do his rounds around Eorzea and simply look around for any monsters or bandits, or raiders. There wasn’t really anything left to do, and the hrothgar had to admit. Things had gotten mundane, and he wanted something a good bit more. He wanted some kind of adventure or even a minor threat while he waited for anything he guessed. Soon standing outside of the camp he glances upwards a small sigh and growls leaving his mouth. Crossing his arms as he rests his back on the camp gate. He tends slightly to his gear as he works, lightly running a hand through his head fur. Though as he’s leaning up against the wall there’s a small jolt and shiver down his spine. His eyes open up as he feels something. Almost like he felt like he was being watched. Picking himself up, Amirys takes a look at his surroundings. Taking everything in, narrowing his gaze while looking around. 


Eventually his gaze lands on a character standing off in the distance. A figure that appeared to be small, and hooded. Of course his mind shifted to thinking it was an Acsian. But within moments he shakes it off. They were gone after all, and as he watches the figure he notices just how small it was. Around the size of a lalafell, give or take a few ilms. He hadn’t heard of a Lalafell Ascian before, and well that made him curious. Could it be someone of the Black Mage guild, some guy who thought they were being clever? He couldn’t be sure of what the answer was. At least not without talking to the figure. Resting his hands at his sides he takes a quick look around, making sure no others were around. Reaching down to his waist, a swirl of light surrounds him as he changes his class to Summoner, pulling out a tome. He doesn’t bring out any of his Egis quite yet not wanting to draw any attention to himself as he starts to walk towards the figure standing on top of the ruins of Ceruleum Processing Plant.


As he approaches the ruins the figure doesn’t seem to move, simply staring out at where Amirys had been standing moments before. Swapping to Dragoon momentarily he makes quick work of climbing the ruins, jumping up to the top before changing back. Now that he could get a better look at the figure he could see that it was indeed a slightly taller Lalafell, standing around 3’5. A frown flickers across his muzzle as the Hrothgar finally clears his throat. Still holding up the tome, flipping it open and preparing a cast as he stared down the figure in front of him. “So, what are you doing all the way out here? Do you know what those robes mean?” He questions, looking over the figure’s Ascian-esq robes. The figure shifts slightly, looking over their shoulder as Amirys catches a glint under the hood of the figure. A bright red glint that fades as they turn to look back.


“Keheheh.. Ya know, you know, not very kind to treat a stranger with such rudeness.” The figure replies. His voice was very much male in sound. Though it sounded higher pitches and nasally. “And yeah I know what they mean. But we both know they’re not around anymore~ And you gotta admit they’re pretty snazzy threads~” The creature replies, his wider hips and fatter body in general seemed pretty unhealthy, not one that a lalafell would normally possess and still be able to move freely enough to climb the ruins. 


“So who are you then? You know what an Ascian is and yet despite that you seem to be fine wearing their garb. Knowing what exactly they are.” He frowns, crossing his arms as the man laughs once more reaching down into his pocket for just a moment, pulling out a clenched fist, a gloved hand, though unlike the Acsian clawed gloves, these gloves had white palms, and whoever was wearing the gloves had noticeable claws. 


“Well, let’s just say that I’m a bit of a traveler myself~” The figure says, spinning around on his heels as  he takes a short bow. “Who I am ain’t really important, I’m simply here to bring a little offering.” Opening up his palm the creature flicks a small crystal into the air, a strange mix of purple and green glints off the gem before the creature catches it once more. Snatching it up before holding it back out to the Hrothgar. “Perhaps you’d like to learn a new kind of magic?” He questions as Amirys looks down towards what he easily recognizes as a job crystal. It made him slightly weary as he looked at it, having never seen a crystal like this before. It was strange, the marking itself seemed faded, having what appeared to be a smiling face with a few spikes coming out of it.


“What job is it?” Amirys questions, not going to take it as the imp continues to hold it out. While he still couldn’t see the creature’s face he could see a wide, sharp toothed grin glinting out from behind the hood.


“Ah, I'm not quite sure how to explain it in your language. But let’s say it’s something like a mage who uses the natural land around them. Drawing from the elements of the earth~” He explains with a small nod. “Using it to cause extensive damage to all who stand in your way.” The explanation reminded him ever so slightly of White Mages, drawing from the natural aether around them. Though the way he described it, sounded different and more damaging, it wasn’t anything too crazy.. But it would be a nice change as well. “It’s a special type of job from where I’m from, something you won’t find in these lands.”


Amirys looked down to the crystal once more and then back to the figure, eventually crossing his arms and giving a nod. “Okay then, sure. I’ll take you up on your offer, what do you want me to do in return for it?” He questions, knowing these things usually had a test, or quest he had to do before actually getting the crystal. It was usually just how these things went, but the figure doesn’t say anything, just clenching the crystal before starting to laugh. 


 “Keheheheh~ Ah I’m not really here for all too long, so I can’t exactly give you a massive quest spanning days or however long it takes you to get strong enough to learn from me.” He remarks with a dismissive wave holding back out the gem once more. “You don’t have anything to worry about. Just go ahead and take the gem, I’m sure a powerful hero like yourself will be able to control the power within.” Amirys frowns and crosses his arms. Even the most simple of classes had some kind of  quest that he usually had to complete. The thought of it being this simple put him on edge. Crossing his arms as he looks down towards the crystal he considers it for a few more seconds. 


“Hmm.. Okay.” He states simply as he grabs the crystal from the figure. A sudden warm sure shot through his body, making him shudder. “W-what? What is that?” He questions holding a hand to his head as that strange feeling pours through his body, one that felt strange, not like any kind of job he’s taken up before, even the ones from the distant lands of Eorzea it all felt different. Where exactly was this guy from? He couldn’t help but feel a strange growing pit in his stomach. “G-grff…” He groans keeping a hand held to his head, after a few moments he feels a hand rest on his shoulder, the figure giving him a quick pat before stepping back. Holding his hands out before taking a long, deep bow.


“I must leave for now, but I’ll return soon to check to see how your training is going. I thank you for accepting my offer. It will not go unrewarded~” He chuckles once more as a swirl of hot wind surrounds him. Amirys looks up, barely catching a glimpse of the figure as his hood falls away. Though it was unlike the Hrothgar had ever seen before. It had dark purple skin, with a stark white face. A wide sharp toothed grin, and piercing red eyes. But before he can really register it the figure is gone. Leaving Amirys all alone. It takes some time for the headache to fade, but as it does the Hrothgar glances back down towards the gem in his palm. He furrows his brow at it before reaching up and holding it to his chest. A familiar flash surrounds him as he changes class. It had been a long time since he last picked up a new job. He had forgotten that it left him totally nude after use. Looking down towards his underwear, he quickly flips open his armory chest, looking for any kind of gear that would fit him. Grumbling all the while.


The strange thing didn’t even leave any starting gear. Luckily it appeared to attune quite easily to his high end caster gear. Odd, it appeared to be a new caster. Perhaps it was something akin to a battle white mage.. Maybe a green mage since it was tied to the earth. Though as he holds out his hand, closing his eyes to cast a spell he feels a surge throughout his body once more, one that settles in his gut as he fires out a blast of strange brown energy, a thick sludge covering a pillar nearby, eating through the metal within mere seconds. Amirys’s eyes open wide in shock. His gaze quickly turned down towards his palm, it didn’t appear to harm his clothing or body. But that spell was unlike anything he casted before, and it drew from natural elements? How strange..


After a bit more toying around with it in a more safe environment Amirys decided on a different name “Brown Mage” As it’s abilities seemed to revolve around that brown sludge that he was able to summon. But he noticed something strange. The more spells he cast, the more that swelling feeling in his gut continued to grow. With one last cast, he suddenly feels it all starting to move down through his body. A sudden realization dawned on him as he gripped his gut, hurrying towards his manor’s bathroom, and quickly getting inside to use it.


The load he was forced to push out into the bowl was massive, larger than anything he’s ever dumped before. He was surprised that it even managed to flush as he rubs his gut, making his way out of the bathroom. Taking out his journal he takes a few more notes. “It would appear the natural aether that the strange man mentioned would be one’s own bodily aether. Converting it from its natural state to a more.. Waste like substance. It would likely be best for short term use. Too much use could cause.. Unneeded accidents in the field. The mere thought of it made him blush and wince in disgust. But he wouldn’t let that happen even a class like this, no matter how powerful, destructive, or kinda cool it all was. He shakes his head once more, trying to clear those thoughts away. But no matter what he did it felt like they just kept coming back, it was just so strong, despite the downgrades. Maybe there was something he could do to control it, some form of training or really anything.


Over the course of the next few days Amirys continued his training, though while he was getting it ever so slightly under control. There appeared to be a counter balance to it as he unloaded larger, and larger loads each time. But there was something strange about it all. Amirys noticed that the feeling of it felt.. Nice in a way. As he sat on the toilet for longer periods of time he felt his cock throb and stir. Throbbing with need and quickly hardening as he let out a small groan. Reaching a hand down, he closes one eye and huffs softly. The smell of his own filth soon fills his snout as he starts to stroke himself off. By now the logs had grown absolutely massive in size. Stretching his hole out with each push. Though there was something even more important about that, with the size snaking through his lower body he could feel it smash up against his prostate. Sending wave after wave of absolute bliss rocketing through his form. Gripping his shaft firmly with one hand, bowing his head down, he clenches his other fist, feeling a familiar surge of power flowing through him. Something had begun to slowly form in his palm, something powerful, strong and foul. He couldn’t properly understand it but it felt like he was gaining power from the filth once more. He was getting stronger. 


Slowly his mind begins to slowly cloud over. Opening up his palm a small chuckle leaves his mouth. Licking his lips as from the toilet, and while still pushing out a massive log, he chuckles once more. A wide grin spreads across his lips as he reels back and throws the spell forwards. Though instead of the familiar sludge he had summoned before, as he lets go of whatever was in his hand a large, pink pile of shit flies from his furred palm. Splattering against the door, and he could feel something else in the back of his mind. He could control it, at least in some regard. He could feel that he could do a few important things with it, either set it off and cause it to explode. Or he could use it to melt through the door, of course alongside those two options he could just leave it there for then. Soon he’s able to finally pinch the log off. Shakily standing back up, the pleasure still clouding his mind. Slowly turning around he looks down into the bowl. There was no way that thing would flush. Hell it seemed to take up the entire bowl. Frowning and blushing slightly he makes note to call someone to fix that later. Though that new spell, and power was more on his mind. 


Taking out the job crystal he holds a hand to his chest. A small hum left his muzzle as he tried to access the thing. Closing his eyes tight He could feel that power growing, it was monstrously stronger than before. Making Amirys open his eyes in surprise. Staring down at the job crystal once more he watches the thing glow softly before quickly fading. It didn’t seem to do much else, though he’d never felt a job crystal grow so fast in power. He had to admit, wherever that thing was from, he had to admit. The power from that place was immense. It certainly made him think, he had thought to fight the strange creature. But after this a job crystal like this, one that he could tell was still nowhere near mastered. He knew he likely wouldn’t have won a fight at his level. It would explain why he seemed so calm and relaxed despite the threat to him. Though as he thought on all of this he slowly reaches a hand down to his gut. Giving it a few soft, loving rubs. He hadn’t noticed as the changes had been so recent but with every shit he took his gut had begun to slowly swell larger and larger. His thighs and ass were going through similar changes, he had to have put on at least a dozen pounds or so, and it didn’t seem to be stopping any time soon. 


Getting up he tugs softly on his undershirt. Giving it a few more tugs as he tries to work it down. Biting his lip softly as Amirys grunts and growls softly, trying his best to work the shirt back down. Though with every little tug it became more and more apparent that he likely wouldn’t be able to pull it down. “That’s weird.. This thing fit.. Moments ago..” He grunts giving it a few more times, eventually giving up as he eventually shakes his head. He was also feeling rather strange. Reaching up he fans his face with one paw. Feeling his body starting to sweat rather heavily. He felt so damn hot, it was terrible to say the least. Squirming around as he got up he quickly opened up the door. Thinking that maybe somehow the mix of the steaming shit, and his body heat had overheated the room he quickly stumbles out. Grunting softly as he falls out of the bathroom. Landing with a grunt and slight squish, before shakily going to stand back up. Reaching another hand up to his head, trying to clear his mind as he looks down towards the ground.


As he got back up he quickly noticed the thick brown stain on the hardwood floor. One in the shape of his own body, albeit quite a bit larger, rounder. But shorter in size. Confusion surges across his mind as he stares. Trying to make sense of what was happening. Was his body changing, was this a cause of the job crystal. Was this something new he hadn’t seen yet? Maybe because of his new power. Though the more he thought on it, the more his  mind slowly moved back towards one specific thought in specific. “Keep on testing it out.” The words were spoken in his own voice and it made it hard to fight against. It sounded just like something he’d say and he knew he was right. He needed to get stronger, he had to focus his power. Ignore everything all around him, on the outside and focus on gathering power. 


As he did this Amirys could barely feel his body starting to shrink down, growing smaller, fatter, and rounder. His head was spinning, a small grin creeping across his face as he held a hand out once more. Making his way towards his training room he began to stumble slightly, tripping over himself with a few grunts. Falling forwards, but managing to brace himself on a nearby wall, his head was still spinning, it was hard to think clearly, the amount of pleasure pounding through his entire form forced soft moans and groans out of his body. Purring softly in pleasure as he’s quickly consumed by it. Mind racing with hundreds of different thoughts. Though many of them held similar ideas. Training, the urge to grow stronger, filthier. Among all of them though, there was one set that stood out. A growing, and unending desire to serve. To follow orders and do as he was told. To whom he wasn’t too sure yet. But there was a name of this mystery master. Tox. Slowly making his way through the house he barely even noticed how his growing form slowly consumed more and more of his lower half. The reason he had been stumbling and falling was because his legs were slowly, but surely being consumed by his growing lower half, his gut swelling larger as it almost seems to swell downwards as well. His clothes strained but for a moment before shredding right in half.


The fur underneath was absolutely matted down with the same filthy brown sludge that he had been summoning from his palms over the course of the day. It seemed to be leaking from his very body. A foul stench emitting from his body, one that smells heavily of filth. But despite recognizing the stink as something he should hate, there was something incredibly alluring about it. He felt his nostrils expanding of his own free will. Taking long deep breaths of the stench he murrs softly. That grin slowly spread further across his face. Wider and wider as he lets out a small chuckle. Laughter escaping his muzzle, still grinning wide as his legs finally give out. Falling into the training room with another wet, slimy splat. Landing with a  groan before picking himself up. Landing on his much flatter lower body. His wide form taking up a good portion of the ground as he begins to hop forwards. Each jump creates another wet filthy splat. Along with a thick, sludgy stain on the ground. Raising both of his hands up he lets out another chuckle out. Giggling madly as he summons two piles of dung in either hand, reeling them back before suddenly throwing it forwards once more. Sending the load of filth flying through the air. Splatting it against the training dummy, making it glow brightly before suddenly exploding, blasting the dummy with two blasts, a massive cloud of gas surrounding the singed and damaged dummy. Now covered in filthy stains as well.


But he wasn’t done either throwing another few piles. Cackling once more as he hops around. His upper body now starts to shrink down, rounding out as well. His body slowly being morphed and molded by the job crystal. Which was now embedded in a pair of bangles around his claws. By now his fur had been swallowed up and likely melted away, replaced by a squishy, sludge like body. Firm, by gelatinous. His body was made of that thick shit that he had been summoning all the while. Amirys could feel his mind dimming with each spell cast. But by this point he didn’t care, only able to laugh and cackle all the while, throwing load after load at the area in front of him. Battering the training dummy again and again. All while his head begins to merge downwards. His body once again compresses, coiling up on itself. Wrapping around itself again and again. With each wrap he could feel another body part move, his arms moved up to either side of where his lower head were. Eyes spreading out as his mouth takes up move of his body. 


Slowly his tongue begins to lengthen out. Slithering out of his mouth with another laugh. Swiping a bit at the ground around him. Slurping up the filthy slime he left behind as a few more maddeningly loud cackles leave his mouth. He could barely remember his name at this point. What was it again, he dug around his mind a good bit, but the only thing he could find was the name Sukamon. Was that it? It had to be, it was the only name he could remember of course. Nodding slightly to himself he looks over his body, his shit shaped form that almost seemed to pulse with power. Droplets of sludge dripping from his body as he summons one last powerful pile of filth, reeling back before suddenly throwing out the pile. Splattering it against the dummy, and with a snap of his fingers the dummy begins to melt away. Causing constant damage to it as he grins wider and wider..


“Keheheh, very nice Sukamon~” The Imp’s voice comes from behind him, the dumb digimon spinning around, nodding to his master before taking a bow. “Well, I think now would be the best time to take you back to where you belong. I told you that crystal would make you powerful~ Now let’s get to repaying that offer~” He coos, the Sukamon laughing dumbly once more, offering a salute as his tongue swabs across the ground. Snapping his fingers, Tox summons that swirl of data once more, surrounding the both of them. Sukamon’s mind was gone by now, nothing more than a dumb, smelly minion, and he couldn’t be happier~