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The door to Erakir's bedroom opened to a charred moogle with torn clothing and a frown on his face. His pompom in an absolute wreck. He stepped forward begrudgingly and, upon stepping into his room, collapsed in a heap on the floor with his staff by his side.

"She... is one tough son of a kupo." He said to himself. His wings were stationary behind him, too out of it to stand or use any part of his body to even aid in getting back up. "I'm just... I'll lay here until the pain goes away." Time and time again his party attempted to defeat a woman who claimed themselves as a powerful goddess. Every time ended in bitter defeat.

After a short moment, Erakir pulled himself up with a groan. He knew he wasn't a bad healer, the tanks were okay, but the damage dealers were nothing short of pathetic! He'd never say such things aloud, never wanting to criticize people so harshly, but some nights were so incredibly frustrating. He could only pull one person out of the fire, not twenty! And on top of that he had to take care of those damage dealers that got hit from standing in fire as well as the tank. The tanks would often fall because he was too busy tending to the damage dealers while the other healer couldn't keep up with him. All he wanted was a group that wasn't such a total failure, yet that seemed to be too much to ask.

"My group is doing so poorly. I wish they could do better, but I can't help them. I just wish I could enhance myself to pick up the slack." He waved his cane and turned on the television in front of him. Magic and technology had a strange mixture in this world. A lot of the world behaved as if technology didn't exist, while other parts adored it and embraced it to no end. His own room looked as if it were a page taken from the olden times where there was no such thing as power, yet he had functional lights and a working television, one he'd watch in hopes of forgetting this poor dungeon run.

"Is your group doing poorly?" An announcer on television spoke, a small female one with bat wings and a very bat-like appearance, a creature smaller than Erakir himself, which was very impressive since Erakir was a tiny moogle. His ears perked up and his eyes immediately turned to the television.

"Do you wish your group could do better, but you just can't help them?" The creature added, standing in front of a teal colored screen with one wing outstretched, as if pointing to a product.

Erakir found himself nodding his head, though his eyes didn't once leave the television.

"Don't you just wish you could enhance yourself to pick up the slack?" The bat then added.

'Wait, are there cameras in this room?' That television was being oddly specific. Combining magic with technology was tricky, but not impossible. He briefly glanced around his room for any signs of peepholes, cameras, or other forms of spying, though the moogle was incapable of spotting anything.

"Then you need our performance enhancing protogens!" The bat stepped back and revealed a massive pink protogen with strange screens where a face might go. Erakir thought the top looked like that of a dog helmet and figured the eyes went on the screen? Or maybe it was a sort of see-through display? He couldn't say for sure. It reminded him of a suit some teenagers once used, power teenagers of the ranger variety, but much fluffier, and these were robots? They looked special.

"Huh, I've never seen robots like that before. They look so expensive." Erakir said to himself.

"And these protogens look so expensive!" The bat added with a huge grin. "But if you can't afford a protogen, we are holding a contest! The first few lucky callers will get a special tour of the factory where our protogens are produced and a free protogen at the end! Use it for your raids, for personal pleasure, anything you can imagine, these protogens will do it and more!"

Erakir watched as the screen changed to show the protogen in raids, performing well above excellent, and that same protogen in bed! Yes! He needed a protogen! They looked so good that he almost wished he could be one. He was quick to call the number and was told he'd be notified if he won the tour tomorrow morning. Well, it was a bit late tonight so go figure he wouldn't know until then. With a sigh, Erakir showered off the stench of defeat, got into his pajamas, and 'logged off' for the night, in other words he fell asleep in his bed, hopeful that he'd win that tour and his own personal protogen.

Erakir awoke with a stretch and a smile on his face, but as he awoke, he immediately knew something was wrong. He was no longer in his bed, but on a conveyor belt and... naked? He tried to move, only to find a paralyze spell had been put on his body, a very strong one at that. Any attempt to wiggle his fingers for an esuna spell resulted in nothing. He'd have to wait until it wore off, but it wasn't as if he had a UI to tell how long spells lasted. "Hey! What's going on?" Abduction in his sleep? Oh right... he forgot to lock the door to his room. Funny how often he forgot to do that so often, but this was the first time he'd actually been mooglenapped for it! He attempted to look around, but a blindness spell was also placed on him, severely limiting his vision. 'God. It's like I got hit with a malboro's bad breath!'

"Congratulations!" A female voice spoke up, a very familiar female voice! "You won the grand prize! You get a tour of the factory!"

Erakir's blindness spell wore off and he saw the woman from before! That female equine he and his team spent so long trying to take down! "You! Myu! Let me out of here right now!" His tunnel vision failed him, hiding the rest of the factory that surrounded him. No, he had eyes on that witch that destroyed his team so much before, leaving him on the brink of death countless times.

"Aw, but you're winning a free protogen!" Myu clapped her hands together. "See, we here at MyuInc do our best to make sure our clientele is personally one hundred percent satisfied with their protogen. You'll be the best tank, healer, damage dealer, bimbo, whatever you're programmed to be, and your body will easily be modified to fit the job! All you have to do is pick the role you want to do and you'll swap to it instantly, as if you were in a video game!"

Erakir knew the concept of video games. Well, this must have been how they got 'volunteers' for their protogens. That didn't mean he wouldn't fight this though! No! He was a moogle! A powerful moogle! He had no equipment, but he had his spells, and Myu forgot an important thing about him. With a wave of his pompom and wings, an esuna spell rushed over his body as if cold water soothing him, and he leapt off the belt. "I'm not going down without a fight!" He may have been a healer, but he had a few damaging spells at hand!

"Oh, you want to try to take me down as a solo player? I'm not old content." Myu teased and raised her hand. "But sure, I'd love to be a raid boss for you. Let's see how good you are." She raised her hand and began to cast a spell. "Can you tell what I'm casting?"

Erakir saw the red aura surrounding Myu's hand, her fingertips shifting back and forth as if clinking onto a wine glass, yet he had no idea what kind of magic she was using. He knew she had all kinds of magic at her disposal, a lot of transformation magic, but he was incapable of countering it without knowing what kind it was exactly. He managed a protection spell against general magic, but that was all he could muster. "It doesn't matter, I'm ready for it!"

"You're ready to defend, but if you don't attack me or know what I'm doing, you're never going to win! See, protogens would perform so much better. See for yourself!" She cast the spell. Her magic flung forward as one massive punch, striking Erakir in the face and sending him reeling to the ground.

Erakir let out a grunt. He shut his eyes as the force of the magic hit him and sent him down. He slid for three feet before he put his hands on the ground and... tried to reopen his eyes only to find that his face felt so different. He put his hands on his head to find his face had an odd cold flat feeling to it. 'Huh?' To anyone that saw Erakir, they would have seen a black screen where his eyes and mouth were, replaced swiftly by a strange technology that a protogen might have. He still had his moogle ears, but that was the only part of his head that remained normal.

Various LED lights lit up on the black screen now attached to Erakir's head before various ones lit up in the shapes of circles. Erakir was able to see again, but his vision had been distorted. "Huh?" He spoke in an electronic voice. Was this a debuff that would wear off? From his vision he was able to see a 'shell' buff, something he knew he had cast on himself, but this buff showed a duration of how long his shell had. The moment the UI icon faded, so did the magic shell around him, as if his own vision was telling him how long his magic had on his body. "What kind of trickery is this?" He not only saw buffs, but debuffs, his health and stats, and a list of skills at the very bottom that he knew how to use.

"Ah, it's the protogen's unique feature when it comes to raiding! You will see all of your buffs and debuffs. You see your health and mana. You no longer have to feel for when you are weakened or low on mana, you can see it from the literal bar there. You can see your level, your skills, talents, unused points, and so much more. It's a grand feature of the raiding protogen! So much better than how a lame moogle would perform." Myu chuckled. "Why, I'm giving you a massive handicap by giving you such a feature! But that's just the beginning..." She began to cast another spell.

Erakir stepped back and turned his attention to Myu. His face distorted and his voice electronic. His mouth was little more than jagged lights on his new face, shifting as he spoke and looked around. He noticed Myu's spell as 'Circular Incineration' and a massive red circle around him. Whatever that spell was, it was dangerous! He rushed to escape it as fast as he could, yet he was unable to get out of the path as the spell was cast, and a massive fireball lit up the area he stood on, sending him five feet in the air before landing back down with a massive thud. The screen on his face showed closed eyes and a look of frustration and the UI he was still able to see, regardless of how the eyes on the screen appeared, told him it all. He lost half of his health and he had gained a... vulnerable stack? What even was a vul stack? Pah! He cursed his weak legs mentally, wishing he had much stronger and more agile ones. This face might have advantages to showing off his information and his enemies, but it meant nothing if he couldn't escape from their attacks!

"Aw, I can see you're enjoying that interface, but you're still having problems! That moogle body is interfering with your ability to perform well, isn't it? You need to know how to use those skills you have, and to have the body to use them! Don't worry, I'll change that." Myu chuckled and cast another spell. Erakir's UI would pick up her magic as 'Transformation 2!' but with no area of effect on the ground.

If Myu's magic wasn't targeting the ground, then it must have been aiming at him! With one swiftcast and cure 3 later, he found himself at a much more reasonable health. He found the UI was surprisingly helpful at showing when he could use spells again. Going off the ability to feel when spells were off cooldown were so unreliable. Here he was just able to look and know! Maybe Myu really did give herself a handicap, but before he was able to focus on his UI again, he was blasted with another spell. His boots ripped open while his paws grew, doubling in size. Below his knees, his fur took on a pink furry color with long arched paws while above the knee, he turned oddly white, developing a metallic looking crotch. As his pants tore they revealed a silver crotch between his legs with no sex to speak of. She had modified the lower half of his body with one spell, though he looked very freakish with the lower half of his body looking much more as if it were designed for someone much taller and thicker than him while the upper half was still moogle, minus the face.

"There! Protogens have muscular powerful legs to run out of any area of effect spell!" Myu announced happily. "Moreover, they have a modifiable crotch. In the blink of an eye we can convert that into a cock, a cunt, or in this case you can be genderless so you can focus more on the fight. However, in the blink of an eye we can swap your gender to female and go from fighting to fucking! Let's see how well those legs perform now though." She began to cast the fire spell once more with a wicked grin on her face..

Of course, she would cast the same spell again, Erakir figured. Whatever this vulnerable debuff was, he didn't like it. Maybe that was the reason a person eventually just...fainted when they got hit enough times and he swore he healed them up to full health. Not that he was able to see their health, but with this new UI of his, he not only saw his health, but Myu's as well. His new legs rushed out as fast as they could take him, surprisingly not only getting him out of the red circle of death, but with enough time to cast a spell of his own! Not that he had a lot of offensive spells, but with one stone spell, he lifted up a nearby rock and flung it at Myu, striking her for some damage. He watched his UI as she took....

Barely a percent of damage.

'Oh kupo nuts. This is going to take a while.' Then again, he was a white mage. He wasn't the kind of moogle that attacked for physical damage or knew high damaging spells that a black mage might know.

Myu just laughed as the stone hit her, though Erakir managed to escape her massive fireball blast this time, she couldn't stop grinning. "It's a shame you don't know how to change classes on the fly. Imagine being able to swap to a warrior and pick up the boss. What do you raiders call it? Tanking? Ah whatever you call it, swapping classes on the fly would be so helpful for you." She began to cast another spell, 'Moar transformations' with what was probably an intentional typo. "Heal yourself up as a white mage, insta cast a black mage spell, then change to a warrior and charge me so I'd be damaging myself in these area of effect spells."

'What else about me can you... okay I guess I already know that answer. You can transform a lot more of me, but I can dodge this spell!' Rather, Erakir told himself he could dodge that spell. Was he even a male at this point? The place between his legs lacked any gender whatsoever and the pink fur she was making him grow looks so off. His signature pompom was long gone when his face was zapped, but he still had his bat wings, though they felt trivial compared to his new powerful legs. Try as he might, he was unable to avoid getting hit with that spell and noticed...

Well, his vulnerability stack went away, but at the same time nothing had changed besides a new UI window. A mere thought opened up the window and he saw many other classes he could switch too, rather classes he had been trained as before. There was a black mage, a bit lower level than his white mage but undoubtedly with stronger spells. There was his warrior class, a class that he didn't know much of and had a very low level, but more HP than his current class. Then, at the very bottom, he noticed another class. 'Bimbo? What kind of class is that?' He was tempted to swap to it, but not while fighting Myu. "Okay, so you're buffing me in weird ways. Why are you doing that?" He asked in an electronic voice, tossing another stone spell at her.

"You haven't battled some bosses that buff you and debuff you?" Myu commented with a raised brow. "Well, just consider it a gift to change classes at will. You can become a dancer, a white mage, a bimbo, a slut...." She shrugged. "But we do have to add some restrictions, though let's save it for after your change. Your torso is looking awkward compared to your head and thighs. We should fix that!" She started up another one of her spells.

'Is that your intention?' Erakir wasn't able to dodge this spell. He could only think of doing one thing. He swapped to the warrior class, the class he had barely used, and noticed the defensive spell he had learned. He didn't learn much else as a warrior besides how to swing a sword around haphazardly, but the defense was enough. He activated the ability, though it did little good. His body plumped up as pink fur grew above his crotch and up to his head. He didn't develop breasts, but he did get a plain white spot on his chest and large pink arms with black claw tips at the end, capable of holding things, though his dexterity when it came to typing was inevitably lower. His wings vanished in one fell swoop, replaced by nothing more than fur. She had changed him even more into a protogen, leaving only his moogle ears left as any sign that he had been anything but a protogen. He swapped to the black mage class and cast a firebolt spell on Myu, doing a bit more damage, but still so little. Ugh, raid bosses had too much health for his liking!

"Hah! You're doing much better at raiding. You're not capped out, but grinding enough, you could be a great fighter. A shame as a protogen I'd use you for something else." Myu began to cast another spell, this one had four arrows pointing to Erakir. He had identified such markers as a 'stack up for damage' one, not something he knew instinctively, but his protogen mind told him that's what it was, which often explained why people would just.... Nearly drop dead after one spell. Unfortunately with nobody to stack with Erakir in this, he would be forced to take the brunt of the attack, and he had no survival spells or abilities at hand. He crossed his arms in front of his face and braced for impact.

Myu leapt into the air and landed on top of Erakir, sending him reeling to the ground. Erakir watched as his health plummeted, not quite hitting 0, but one point shy. He looked up at Myu, though he was incapable of showing fear purely because his screen wouldn't allow him to convey such emotions. There was that equine anthro horse, not only that raid boss he could never beat with his friends, but having just transformed him into that protogen creature! He felt like a much better raider now with all of these UI interfaces as well as extra speed, strength, and undoubtedly stamina, but he wasn't capable of using them to his fullest. He stared up at Myu, breathing hard and heavy. 'How am I even breathing if I don't have a mouth or nose? Ugh. Logic's been out the window ever since she started turning me into a machine.'

"Looks like I won this raid fight." Myu chuckled down at the protogen creature. With one stroke of her hands, his ears went from pointed like a rabbit's to much more triangular. A massive tail sprouted behind Erakir, right above the machine crotch of his. "Although if you're put in a raid group, you'll be the best performing one! Unfortunately I'm not much into fighting, I'm more into loving. So, why don't you open up that class screen of yours, swap to bimbo, and we can get on with you giving me my reward?" She held up her hands. "Or do I need to use more magic for that?" She kept him pinned with her crotch on top of his waist, holding him down firmly with a surprising amount of strength. Well, she was a horse so maybe it wasn't that surprising.

Erakir put his claws on Myu, but he had no idea what to do from there. "I'm not changing classes just because YOU told me to!" Maybe Myu made him into a robot, but that didn't make him her personal toy! As he thought about that, he recalled the commercial talking about how protogen creatures essentially were toys, able to be made to be used to do anything. Myu really couldn't do that to him, could he? He opened up his class list and saw the bimbo and slut one there, along with many other classes, not just the standard ones, but ones he had never thought of, ones he'd never speak out loud. 'Is that a chocobo class?'

"A shame, we always have to do this the hard way. Well, good thing we have all the time in the world to practice! Or at least until this raid ends." With a laugh, Myu used that spell, forcing Erakir to not only pick the bimbo class, but to lock him into it. "Now, you'll notice as a bimbo class you have access to a few different abilities. Not that I can access them, but hey consider this a helpful tutorial. You can increase the size of your tits, your ass, your paws, lower your intelligence with that buff, and there's a permanent aura you can activate that locks your gender. We're going to go ahead and pick the female one for you right now so you'll be in female form which gives you enhanced abilities against those into women."

Erakir couldn't stop Myu from changing his class. True to her word, Erakir immediately noticed several new abilities and icons that he didn't recognize, yet glancing at their descriptions, she was right. He could increase his bust size, decrease it, the same for his ass and paws. He had a 'buff' that lowered his intelligence until deactivated, and a gender mode that Myu made him choose female. A few whirring sounds and feelings of pleasure later, Erakir developed a feminine vagina between his legs. His body with the pink fur looked feminine as was, and this simply helped complete the look. 'There's one for ass too... god... and what is that fetish button?' He, well SHE checked that list and saw a compiled list of fetishes, several she didn't want to spend more than a moment to look at. "You sick pervert..." She spoke, now in a delightful feminine voice.

"Aw, we can set your modes too! There's one to format your hard drive. We can totally erase your character and start from level one. A level one bimbo with limited abilities! Oh, training you from that would be pretty entertaining." She chuckled. "But, we should play with all of your abilities before resetting your level. Let's increase the size of your bust and see how that works out." Myu said happily, putting her hands on Erakir's chest in hopes to feel the increase every time.

Erakir couldn't stop Myu. With one click...

BOUMPH!

Her chest bloated outwards to an A cup. The growth was sudden, but since it was an A cup, the change also wasn't quite cartoony. There Erakir now laid, a female protogen with tits. She'd have to worry about the hard drive part later, after freeing herself from this predicament... somehow. With another click, her ass jutted outwards, growing in size. "This isn't exactly encouraging me to mate with you!" She shouted. Sure, she was feeling an arousal, a strange sensation considering she was likely largely made of circuitry by now, maybe something in the programming allowed her to retain her moogle traits such as feeling, breathing, and blinking.

"There you go! Now you're a true female! Well, almost. We have to do a few more adjustments to you before you're finished." Myu smiled down at the protogen. "You're a good protogen, but you really need some adjustments. I don't want a white mage. Good thing I have an override command!" She'd press a few more buttons and even swipe her finger on Erakir's screen, as if treating his body as if it were an interface. "So we delete that... and we'll max that out... perfect!" With the press of a few buttons and a confirmation screen later, she simply deleted all of Erakir's previous training. All the training she had as a white mage, gone. All of her other combat skills vanished. However, she gave Erakir a maxed out bimbo and slut level in return.

Erakir wished her eyes could grow wide as she watched Myu play with her interface as if she were the controller. In one fell swoop, she forgot everything there was to know about a white mage. Her cure spells, her esuna, shell, protect, all gone. However, she learned how to twerk her ass pleasurably for others, so at least there was something! 'No! I'm not a... ahn... bimbo slut... why am I getting so hot? Am I overheating? I can't... ugh... she has a cock and I can't stop focusing on that!' Erakir thought to herself, trying to focus her thoughts onto something else, yet with her knowledge of so many other things rapidly draining, she had nothing!

"There, now we got rid of all that useless information, perhaps we should change that personality after all. You're a bimbo class with the ability to get D cup tits..." As if to prove a point, Myu pressed the 'inflate breast' button repeatedly, giving Erakir far bigger tits than D. "But you're not acting like it! Your special ability is to distract enemies by making them have sex with you!" Myu laughed. "Oh, if you were in a raid team I'd have to focus all my attention on you and not give a shit to what everyone else did. You wouldn't take damage! Well, maybe a little pain at first, followed by nothing more than pure pleasure!"

Erakir couldn't stop her tits from growing. With each press, her tits ballooned outwards until they were an E cup, bigger than Myu's, and so sensitive to the touch! While her tits were smooth and almost looked as if she were wearing a bra, a feel on them easily told her how much they were really apart of her, and her vagina, one that looked and felt like a rubber sex toy, would likely feel just as good to touch, and this was her focus now? Well, she'd be a valuable asset to any raid now... "You wouldn't!" She cried out, though unable to help but moan softly.

"I feel obligated now! I want to have someone to raid with all my own!" She smiled. "A protogen all for me. Let's do it." She'd press one more button while grinding her crotch on Erakir's own.

Erakir shuddered at the feeling of Myu's cock and balls up against her, only hidden by Myu's fabric. She tried to pull herself up, but then her sight turned red with big bold letters "DELETING PERSONALITY", Erakir slowly forgetting what it was like to be her, to be a moogle. Her body went limp but her mind screamed to fight, though that slowly faded as the percentage went up. 20... 40... it was going so fast, though she heard Myu joke about how 'there wasn't much to delete anyways' just as it hit 100%, and a new personality began to write itself into Erakir's mind, into not her brain, but her hard drive.

Erakir's face faded away before it returned, but a smile was now on her face. Yes, a bimbo personality as she was the bimbo class, just like she also had been trained in slut and knew how to do that, and there was a raid boss right on top of her! Well, maybe it was a raider? Ah, it didn't matter. What did matter was her programming! She was aimed to pleasure, and there was someone on top of her who needed it, and she could tell!

"Thank you for purchasing 3RAK1R. Would you like to test your new protogen's features?" She put her claws on her tits and jiggled them happily for that raider on top of her.

With a smile on her face, Myu shifted herself and laid on top of the new protogen with their tits touching, and her shaft throbbing against the protogen's metallic thigh. "Oh, absolutely." She replied happily. She'd modify this protogen more, but for now... a test drive needed to be commenced, and she knew this new personality of Erakir's would happily comply, with that old personality and body erased, never to be recovered.