Chasti-Permalock's Restrained Fantasy series presents: Testimonial: Legendary Female Armor
There are two things you should probably know about me to start. The first is I used to be a pro gamer. Top of the circuit, winning all sorts of prizes. This was back when e-sports were first becoming popular. While the game I played wasn't the biggest out there, all that winning did give me an ego. I felt that I could do no wrong, that I would keep winning my way to bigger and better things.
That may have been a side effect of fact number two. Namely, that I used to be a guy. Yes, I know that seems impossible. As I discovered firsthand, the Chasti-Permalock company is very good at remolding the human body. But let's back up, I'm getting ahead of myself.
There I was, in the finals for the biggest match of my career at that point. I was up against this hotshot newbie. Like newbies tend to do, he talked a lot of trash. And I talked it right back. I don't quite remember how the bet originated, but somehow terms were laid out that the loser would walk away wearing some of Chasti-Permalock's finest.
I was young and foolish, never thinking I would lose, so I agreed. Needless to say, I lost. Like total, blowout lose. The most humiliating match of my career. It came out later that the hotshot had rigged his system to cheat, but at the time my worldview had been totally devastated.
I tried to rationalize the situation to myself. As an introvert and, admittedly, a bit of a jerk, it wasn't like I was rolling in the babes. Ending up in a Chastilock 2000, would be taking away something that was never there to begin with. Only, as you can see my opponent had something else in mind.
I don't know how he managed to afford it, but the hotshot showed up with a full set of Legendary Female Armor from CP's Restrained Fantasy series. At first I thought it was a joke. I mean, I was a guy for crying out loud. But then he showed me the Trannylock, and explained how it would feminize my body in order to wear the armor properly.
Needless to say, I tried to fight it. But our bet had been fairly far reaching and, worst of all, in writing. My sponsors, who were a bit sore at my loss, threatened to pull out if I didn't take my medicine and go through with it. So I swallowed my pride and went through with it.
Thankfully, my ego hadn't run far enough to let my transformation be televised. I simply had to show up at a CP instillation facility, where a nice nurse helped with all the attachments.
First came the unpleasant parts. I had to sit in one of those chairs women use when they go to the gynecologist, the ones that keep their legs spread apart. I'd used the special gel they'd given me during my shower the previous night, so I was hairless from the neck down.There was nothing to hide my shame as the nurse crouched between my legs and began installing the Trannylock.
After my loss, I'd done some research on CP's product line. I would have expected the hotshot to buy me one of the bulky Trannylock models, the ones that left a very unladylike bulge to let anyone who saw me know exactly what I used to be. But instead, he'd simply gone for a flat plate that hid my genitals completely. It stuck in place with some kind of adhesive, leaving me looking totally smooth down there.
Then the nurse had me flip over for the anal chastity. I admit I tried a butt plug once after getting drunk and lonely once in college. I didn't like the sensation much and never thought back on it. But this plug was nearly twice that size. Needless to say, getting it inserted wasn't the most fun. At least it was over rather quickly.
Then came the boobs. You never think about how big the breasts are on the typical anime character until you have a pair flopping around on your own chest. The breasts shields were easily the size of basketballs. I was worried about a future of lower back pain, but the nurse explained that the nanites reinforced muscles to prevent this. My new boobs would also never wrinkle or sag, which was a good thing as I'd never be able to find a bra big enough to fit those monsters.
The nurse explained that after the breast shields integrated into my body the outer layer would shift to match my skin tone. Attempting to wear anything over them would result in negative feedback, so I'd forever appear to be showing my tits to the world. To maintain at least a little public decency, the nipples and areolas would remain covered by silver disks with my character's rune engraved on them.
Once the embarrassing bits were out of the way, it was time to put on the rest of the armor. I don't know how fighting game female characters walk around in three inch heels without breaking their necks. I almost broke mine just walking over to examine the boots in the mirror. They were crotch high, shiny chrome steel with neon blue highlights. Just like the character I had just lost with.
Next came the matching elbow length gloves and pauldrons. I was surprised how little dexterity I lost from the gloves. The fingers looked like heavy leather and metal, but moved as easily as a pair of those thin disposable gloves. The pauldrons were dragon heads that covered my entire shoulders and upper arms. They were totally badass, one reason I picked this skin for my character. They blocked a bit of my vision if I was trying to look down over my shoulder, but otherwise didn't get in the way too much.
Looking at myself in the mirror, all I saw was a ridiculous joke. I looked like a guy in a bad Halloween costume. Like when some three hundred pound guy dresses up as a princess in a too small tutu. Only this was me, and I would be looking like this for the rest of my life.
My look of existential dread must have shown on my face, as the nurse reassured me that I would look much better once the devices had activated. She led me to a room, showed me which button to press on the remote, and left me in peace. There was no point putting off the inevitable. As soon as the door shut I pressed the button and knocked myself clean out.
I can't tell you much about the sensation of the CP devices remolding my body; I spent most of that time asleep. But I definitely woke up feeling strange. For one thing, there was this neon blue netting blocking half my vision. I sat up and realized that it was my own hair. I didn't know how, but overnight my hair had grown down nearly to my butt. Careful not to pull on it, I slid out of bed and stumbled over to the mirror.
What I saw there was pretty much what I expected. I looked just like my character. Long blue hair that reformed into drill curls as I watched. Big blue eyes, small nose, kissable lips. A slim but well muscled body, with the two exception shooting out like cannonballs. If I was a guy, I would have tried to fuck her instantly, consequences be dammed. But knowing that this vision was me threw my psyche for a loop.
After getting a clean bill of health, the clinic discharged me to go home. I bet you're thinking that my career was over at that point, right? I certainly did. When I got home I found a message from Cindy Styles, one of the hottest upcoming e-sports reporters. Hot as in talented, and hot as in well...you know. I'd asked her out once after a match and got a polite but firm rebuke.
I called Cindy back and she asked for a post transformation interview. I was going to turn her down, but Cindy mentioned that her sponsors were willing to pay for my time. I figured I was now unemployed, so why not grab some of my little remaining fame cash.
The interview did not go as I expected. I expected to be totally humiliated. I was some, but that should be expected by someone showing their naked breasts on the internet. But Cindy didn't rag on my situation. In fact, she seemed really into my transformation.
Apparently, by showing that I had the ball to...well, give up my balls, I'd gained quite a new following. That was a surprise, but considering I looked like a walking wet dream it shouldn't have been.
When Cindy asked me what I planned to do next, I replied that I honestly had no idea. That was when she dropped the bombshell. Apparently someone at Chasti-Permalock liked how I'd graciously taken my loss and convinced the higher ups to sponsor me. After all, I was literally a walking product placement.
Flabbergasted, I asked how she could possibly know that. Conspiratorially, Cindy lifted her skirt to show that she too wore one of CP's products. Apparently, they were big sponsors of her podcast.
The rest of the interview was a blur and far too soon it was time to go. After turning off her equipment, Cindy asked if she could ask one more question, off the record. Having spilled my guts pretty thoroughly by that point, I didn't see the harm in one more answer.
Standing before me, her own substantial bust pressing into mine, Cindy asked if the transformation had flipped my sexuality as well. Did I still like girls, or was I now into guys? My tongue-tied attempt at an answer was all the information she needed, and Cindy dragged me back to her place to, in her words, help me familiarize myself with my body. And despite being two women locked in permanent chastity devices, we sure did some very unchaste thing that night.
After that, my life did a complete turnaround. Since I was effectively a living copy of one of their characters, the e-sports company hired me to MC their events and do other promotional activities. I also found out there were a lot of people out there willing to watch videos of me doing ordinary things. Having my body on constant display turned me into a bit of an exhibitionist, plus the side income was nothing to sniff at. Two birds, one webcam shaped stone.
At first I was worried that my night of passion with Cindy was going to be a one night thing, but two days later I got an invitation back to her apartment for, as she called it, a follow up interview. We didn't talk much, but my mouth certainly got a workout.
After several months of "follow up interviews", Cindy suggested I should just move in with her. I said I would, on one condition. You should have seen how big her eyes lit up when I whispered in her ear.
Our wedding six months later was a sight to see. Everyone who was anyone in the e-sports world was there and the building was packed to the rafters. My heart nearly exploded when Cindy stepped into the aisle and started walking my way. She was dressed in a set of Legendary Female Armor of her own, a winter witch skin for her favorite character. Seeing her dressed that way I wanted to take her there and then, consequences be damned. Then again, with how hot we both were such a stunt probably would have given both our ratings a significant bump.
Somehow I made it through the ceremony without tripping over my feet. That night, when we finally had some alone time...well, a woman needs to have some secrets. Use your imagination, then double it. With both of us now nanite boosted, we didn't leave the suite for a week.
That wraps my story up in a neat bow, save for a single thread. Remember how I mentioned at the beginning that I lost due to my opponent cheating? Well, he tried it again at the next big tournament, only this time he got caught. The league doesn't mess around with cheaters and they dug into all his old data to see where else the hack had been used. That's how they figured out he'd cheated during our match.
When they informed CP about this fact, my sponsors were pissed. They really don't like when their products are used for unscrupulous ends. Which makes sense, given the permanent nature and all. They couldn't take the armor off of me, not that I would have let them at that point, but they were going to be damn sure the hotshot ended up with his own metal jewelry.
A month after the scandal broke, Cindy and I were invited to CP's headquarters. We were met by one of the company's VPs, who showed us to an observation room. And guess who was sitting inside, shouting at the walls? My old friend the hotshot. The VP explained that the government had caught him trying to flee the country. He was looking at some fraud and embezzlement charges in addition to cheating, so the Feds had no issue with CP taking him off their hands.
Under the terms of the bet, I was allowed to place any CP item onto the hotshot. And for embarrassing them, CP was rolling out their entire inventory, free of charge. Cindy and I talked it over and we came up with a plan. We could have gone completely overboard, turned him into little more than a chrome statue. But we decided what was good for the goose was good for the gander. The hotshot would be getting his own armor set.
As we worked through the options, I found out I had lucked out. While he'd splurged for an expensive and embarrassing ensemble, the hotshot hadn't tinkered with the defaults. As such, they'd been left in the most permissive settings. I had full control over my internal stimulation and could still orgasm when desired. I could adjust the sensitivity of my armor and exposed skin. I could have a fully body erogenous zone for sex, then turn myself down for day to day activities. I got very good at remembering to do this after accidentally banging one of my super sensitive breasts into a doorframe in my rush to get to work. That was a mistake I never made again.
Where was I...oh yes, the hotshot's options. We started by fully turning off sensations for his...soon to be her armored sections. We left a little sensation on the palms and pads of the feet, as it would be pretty crippling not to know how hard you were gripping things or if you were standing. We turned the rest of her exposed skin down to about 25% sensitivity, with three expectations. The first two were her breasts, for which we selected the XXXL size shields. Couldn't have her being smaller than Cindy or me. The other exception was her lips. In these three places, we tripled the sensitivity.
I'll never forget the look on the hotshot's face as she stared into her new reflection for the first time. The bright golden lion armor, the signature look of the character she had beaten me with. That look of abject defeat and horror satisfied any remaining feelings of revenge I was harboring. We were even civil when we met at an e-sports event a few years later. I found out she'd become a cosplay porn star to satiate her urges. Unlike me, Goldie had shifted over to liking guys. She usually spent her days with one on either end, thrusting their dicks deep inside her. She even thanked me for letting her still have orgasms, though she did complain that the 10/1 giving to receiving ration was a bit high. Ironically, she was making more money now than when she was as a pro gamer.
And that's it. Thanks for sitting through my long story. For those of you who just skipped right to the end because you want to know if it's worth buying a set of Legendary Female Amor, Cindy and I wholeheartedly recommend it. It changed both our lives for the better, that's for sure. Who knows, it do the same for you.
Alex Goldberg
AKA the Cerulean Dragon