Knighthood Part 1

 Sebastian couldn't believe his ears when he heard his name called. He had been hand chosen by the Knight Commander to be formally promoted into a real Knight, not a Squire! He was so excited! He'd get to kneel before the Queen herself, and pledge to aid her decree with every fiber of his being, though the years of apprenticeship had been incredibly long and grueling, he would finally get to venture out and help people. Sure, he doubted that he would find himself fighting dragons in volcanic lairs or battling against an army of the undead like the village storyteller used to always talk about. He knew his experience with Knighthood would be much less fanciful and full of whimsy, but he didn't care about that. Frankly, he was just happy to be able to earn a living doing something besides farming like his father or serving in a castle like his mother. He loved them both dearly, but he yearned for a life in service to the people directly, he didn't want to feed them or wash the nobility's clothes. However, due to his impoverished upbringing, he wasn't always able to eat well, this led to a smaller stature than what would be considered the typical knightly frame. As he walked to his soon-to-be vacant dormitory, he hoped that his physical weakness wouldn't be cause for the Knight Commander or Gods forbid the Queen herself from deciding that he wasn't cut out to be a knight after all. What he lacked in physical strength, he made up for in wit and cunning. Not to mention eagerness and enthusiasm. His room was the same as it always was, impeccably clean and neat, just as Sir Belcor preferred. As he gathered his few belongings into an old trunk that his mother had smuggled out of the lord's manor where she worked, he noticed something fall out of his bundle of clothes. Crouching to retrieve the item, it appeared to be a small, modestly decorated box made from cedar wood. Attached to it was a scrap of parchment with the letter S inscribed upon it in beautiful calligraphic handwriting. Though he wasn't the best at reading and writing, a knight must know enough to comprehend orders at the very least. 

 Sir Sebastian,

 Allow me the privilege of being the first person to refer to you as a full fledged knight of the Crown! I am so proud of you, even though you still look like the scrawny little squire they assigned to me all those years ago, you've proven everyone wrong, sure the Queen sponsored your apprenticeship, but most of us at the Knight's Academy were skeptical about you to say the least. I know you'll do everyone proud and you'll stand a beacon of virtue until your last breath. Unfortunately though, not without a little help. I've decided to give you a small graduation gift, within this box is my lucky crest, pin it to your undershirt beneath your armor and it'll help you in ways you couldn't fathom. 

   Your new colleague, 

 Sir Belcor 

 Sebastian was astounded, though he knew that Sir Belcor didn't dislike him, he wasn't much for sentimentality. Gently, as if holding a newly born baby, Sebastian opened the box and lifted the cloth covering the crest. It shone with a subtle radiance that one could only see if they knew to look at it.

"This must have some protection runes inscribed into it, makes sense as to why he called it his lucky crest," Sebastian thought aloud, "this is such an incredible gift, I have to be sure I thank him in person for this!" 

And with that, Sebastian disrobed and immediately pinned the crest to his underclothes as instructed. Reclothing himself, he then finished packing his belongings and carried them to the wagon he had rented. Soon, he would set out for the capital city, Feras, jewel of the Queendom of Anathia, he had an appointment. Couldn't miss his own knighting Ceremony after all. 

After several hours had passed, Sebastian noticed a peculiar sensation on his chest near where he had pinned the crest, it felt as if he had a warm stone touching him. Knowing the sun would set soon, he decided to set up camp early, and he and his mare settled down in a little alcove just off the road and right next to a small brooke. As Sebastian laid down, he found that sleep was eluding him. That warming sensation hadn't faded any, he thought maybe he was having a reaction to the magic in the crest, he had heard of people sometimes being allergic to certain enchantments. But those cases usually lasted only as long as physical contact was maintained. Now though, the heat was spreading across his chest and torso, it felt as if his heart were made of cinders. Sebastian had stumbled over into the small stream next to the camp when he suddenly doubled over from a sharp pain in his torso and chest. Gasping, he looked down at his body for surely he must be wounded, but there were none. In fact, his midsection was rapidly gaining muscle! As a squire, Sebastian had lots of physical training and kept himself in the best shape, but try as he might, he was always scrawny and small statured. Now he had a glorious eight pack of abs, suited to his newly long torso perfectly. As his stomach calmed from the shifting, the warmth moved north, onto his pecs, or what would be his pecs. The thin, wirey muscles he had soon began to morph into two large, meaty mounds, so large that he almost felt immodest for not covering them. Dense, dark hair covered the new mountains on his chest. Something changed in his mind after his new pecs settled, he began to get over the raw shock of his transformation and was now getting aroused by the sensations. No longer were they painful, now they just felt sore at the most, but always, there was pleasure hidden just beneath. He felt the warmth envelop his head and closed his eyes, his face morphed into a larger, more masculine one, his naturally androgynous appearance was quickly melting away. Jawline becoming chiseled, hair darkening into a deep brown, eyes lighting into a stark blue. He moaned in a deeper voice, one that could make all but the most chaste fly out of their garments. His face itched mildly, and soon he boasted a full beard, he was becoming the embodiment of masculinity. The warmth spread to his arms and shoulders, everything growing at once. Hair spread out like trees in a forest, thick veins set into his arms, pulsing with the power of the beefiest blacksmith. Traps growing and shoulders widening out, soon his biceps were size of a normal man's calf. Triceps and hands growing to match the new arms that adorned this beautiful body, thick dark hair carpeted his arms all the way to the knuckle, just thinning out at the wrist. Lost in the euphoria, Sebastian didn't notice the warmth continuing into his lower body, his feet more than doubling in size, calves thickening, thighs that could break bones. His ass broadening out to match his chest. All covered in that uniform forest of hair. As the warmth homed in around his nether regions, the euphoria got more intense. His manhood pulsing to full mast, beating in tune to his heart. His balls began pulsing as well, growing to the size of lemons to keep up with such a virile body. With his new ten inch rod and big balls, Sebastian was so lost in the lust of his transformation that he couldn't help but stroke himself. His precum flowing like a fountain, drenching the ground in front of him, only turned him on more. Like a man possessed, Sebastian stroked, moaning and swaying until he came. A torrent of cum released itself from him, spilling into the stream he was camped next to, nearly a gallon of alabaster painted the water white. Collapsing, Sebastian fell into the deepest sleep of his entire life.