The instructors were still stunned.
Some students were whispering. Others were drooling. One poor girl just muttered, "I think I'm bi now," before wandering into the hedges.
Aiden pulled Elara aside—well, dragged her, actually.Her hips had so much mass she pivoted like a cruise ship.
"I have to do it again," Aiden muttered, breathless. "That can't be my official summon."
"Why not?" Elara beamed. "I was perfect. I caused a scene. You got half-chubbed. I own this school now."
"You couldn't even walk straight!"
"The hips had momentum, Aiden. That's science."
Dismissal
Aiden took a deep breath and activated the dismissal command.
"Elara—Revert."
Light flared.
With a small puff of disappointed cleavage steam, she vanished back into her blade.
System Message:Manifestation Ended. Sync Level Stabilizing.Performance Rating: 8/10 (Boob Bias Detected)
Resummon Attempt #2
Everyone turned as he stepped forward again.
Instructor Eldon raised a brow.
"...Another attempt, Mr. Aiden?"
"Yes sir. I—uh—something glitched last time."
"I see."
He raised the blade.
Focused.
Channeled the bond.
Light exploded.
Runes ignited.
And then—
BOOM.
Disaster. Glorious, Glorious Disaster.
Elara reappeared.
And everything had gotten worse.
Her boobs now touched her knees.Her butt jiggled in place longer than she did.Her waist was nonexistent. She was the letter "S" given flesh.Her head? Tiny. Like an anime golf ball on a porn star dollhouse.
She tried to take a step.
Immediately toppled.
"WHAT THE—WHAT IS THIS?!"
She flailed.
Everything jiggled.
She didn't just bounce—she ricocheted.
One tit slapped her in the face like an angry pancake.
"AIDEN WHAT DID YOU DO?!" she shrieked, trying to claw her way upright.
"I—NOTHING—I JUST THOUGHT ABOUT—NO WAIT I WASN'T THINKING I SWEAR—"
System Message:📊 Host Emotional Feedback Detected: "Subconscious Idealization Spike."📈 Titty Output: +300%📉 Combat Functionality: 2%⚠️ Warning: Top-Heavy Error – Balance Compromised
"I'M A LIVING VIOLATION OF NEWTON'S THIRD LAW," Elara screamed.
"I can't walk. I can't fight. I can't BREATHE."
She rolled. Bounced once. Stuck upside-down in the grass, legs flailing.
Aiden sank to the ground, burying his face in his hands.
One of the instructors whispered, horrified:
"She's a boob-based weapon of mass destruction."
Elara's Death Monologue
"I was born a sword. Sleek. Lethal. Precision-made for divine combat."
"And now… I'm a sex doll with a neurological license to kill."
She tried to raise a middle finger.
Instead, her tit hit the dirt.
System Message Recap:
📊 +5 to Elara's Rage📉 -20 to Aiden's Public Credibility⚠️ Side Effect: Local Gravity Distortion🎯 Quest Added: "Fix Her Before She Becomes a Meme"
Aiden was still trembling. Elara lay face-down in the dirt, massive anime titties flattening the grass into an erotic crop circle.
He dismissed her.
Light shimmered.
Her exaggerated form dissolved back into sword-light.
Peace.
Silence.
Relief.
And Then—
Without warning—without being summoned again—she reappeared.
But not as that.
Not as the titanic bounce goblin, not as the blade-eyed JRPG queen.
This time?
Just a woman.
A little short.
A little soft.
Slightly overweight. Comfortable.
Generic brown hair pulled back in a lazy ponytail. Light makeup, barely.Brown eyes. Flat affect. Accountant-core.
She blinked at him.
Frowned.
"Why am I… like this?" she asked quietly, looking down at herself.
Aiden gawked.
"…Who is this?"
"I don't know."
She rubbed her arm. Looked at her stomach. At the little roll hanging out above her waistband. At the faint stretch marks.
"I didn't choose this."
Aiden tilted his head.
"But… you did. You re-summoned yourself. You appeared like this. Why?"
Elara swallowed.
Looked at her hands. At the scuffed, unpainted nails. The faint freckle on her wrist.
"I don't know."
Her voice trembled.
"I've never seen this form before. But it feels like… it was always waiting."
A beat.
"I don't know who she is."
Aiden stared.
"I think it's you."
System Message:
📁 Hidden Memory Ping Detected
Physical manifestation form linked to Original Identity Thread. Access: BLOCKED. Emotion: CONFUSION. LONGING. FEAR.
📊 +3 to Emotional Disorientation📉 -1000 to Sex Appeal (in her words)🎯 New Quest Unlocked: "Who Was Elara?"