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This story was a request from rodi3101 who wanted a TFTG story of a guy turning into Lucoa from Dragon Maid. I know it turned out a little different from what he described, but I hope he enjoys the result nonetheless. That goes for everyone else reading this story as well. I'm barely familiar with this series but the Idea of turning an archeologist interested in the real world god Quetzalcoatl into an anime girl version of the character was way too good to pass up. As per usual if you read this story or this description I wish nothing but the best of fortune upon you. Your aura is dazzling, you mesmerize everyone you come across, and your beauty is unmatched on this Earth.


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Pitch darkness and the still silhouettes of cactus trees filled the peripheral vision of two beaming headlights. The source of the illumination raced through the grassland; an all-terrain vehicle with its sights set on a looming pyramid a few thousand feet away. With a screeching halt, the Jeep had reached its destination. A well-built Indiana Jones looking wannabe slammed the car door behind him as he stared in awe at the temple before him. The beaming smile on his face hid no emotions, this had been all too easy. The Temple of the Feathered Serpent bore itself in front of him, practically begging to be snuck inside of and have its artifacts ‘studied’. Grabbing the spelunking equipment carefully stored in his trunk, the pseudo-archeologist made his way up the temple’s steps.

Nico wasn’t the most ethical researcher in his field, he had no qualms about that. Ever since he was a boy Nico had a passion for lost artifacts. Mainly inspired by their romanticization in Hollywood films, Nico studied hard in school so that one day he’d be able to go on the kind of adventures he grew up fantasizing about. Long story short, the straight and narrow approach to the field left a lot to be desired. Mountains of paperwork, heavily regulated research, and above all else the obstacle course required to get permission for meaningful work was what led Nico to his breaking point. Thankfully, the inherited wealth of his well-off family helped in ascertaining both the equipment and connections to perform a little ‘independent study’. That is to say he had an in with a government official to effortlessly sneak into Teotihuacan and collect any samples he wanted.

Descending deep into the ancient place of worship, Nico passed through multiple burial chambers. Deciding he didn’t want to risk disturbing the dead he continued on his directionless trek. Before long he noticed something strange about the corridor he found himself in. The wall next to him was completely surrounded by entrances to different rooms both beside and across from it. Yet, suspiciously where one might expect a room to be, there simply wasn’t. Carefully placing an ear against the ancient stones revealed no sound whatsoever, but Nico wasn’t keen on giving up. He firmly placed both of his palms against the wall and began pushing around to see if anything would give way. The tactic was surely inspired by his countless hours watching adventure films and although normally unrealistic in providing a hidden room, fate was kind to the naïve researcher. One of the stones gave way and slid into what had to be a secret area, bricked off from the rest of the temple for some unbeknownst reason. Peeking in with his flashlight, Nico’s jaw nearly hit the ground. He’d somehow managed to hit the jackpot.

A headdress dazzled with a golden shine, ornamented with regional jewels, and situated on an ancient display at the foot of a giant statue. Nico recognized the depicted god as Quetzalcoatl; their guise was on display all throughout the pyramid. He must have stumbled upon a secret altar in which the speckled diadem was offered up to the feathered serpent. Assuming he’d been the only one brave enough to mess with the wall, this artifact was a huge discovery. Sure, he wouldn’t be able to announce his findings through proper means, but Nico was too elevated to care. His naivety and overconfident nature shined brighter than the golden headpiece, the desire to study it for himself overcame any rational thought about the situation. Stone by stone the self-proclaimed researcher started excavations using the assortment of tools afforded by his parents’ wealth. Drunk in the prospects of fame, there was no stopping Nico from getting to that lost crown.
A few hours later a hole big enough for Nico to fit through had been painstakingly carved into the wall. His insatiable craving to have his treasure only magnified over his time making the hole. As if possessed, Nico dived into the hole leaving his backpack behind along with all of his tools. There wasn’t much time spent in the hole, but as he climbed through he neglected to notice body hair all throughout his physique retracting underneath the skin. THUD. Pain shot through Nico as he hadn’t exactly stuck the landing through the hole. Getting up from his embarrassing mistake, he was now a good twenty feet away from his prized possession. As he took his first step in the direction of the headdress, the pain persisted; his bone mass gradually started to alter itself.

With his first step, Nico’s shoulders narrowed out in size. Alongside them his ribcage also silently shrunk down, unnoticeable underneath his thick leather jacket and buttoned up dress shirt. The sound of another footstep came with a subtle crack. Nico’s hips had just inflated outwards while his waist did the complete opposite. Oblivious to his now hourglass figure, Justin brushed off the tingles and pains as the aftermath of his fall earlier. He still had one thing and one thing only on his mind. Nothing, not any pain was going to stop him from getting to that artifact. Marching forward, the man’s appendages began shrinking their bone mass to better suit the feminine shape of his changing body. To compensate for the change, his spinal cord steadily increased inch by inch until Nico now stood at exactly six foot. The closer he got to the diadem, the more drastically his body began to shift. Somehow through unwavering determination the young man even still ignored the obvious changes to his form.

In just a few paces forward from before, Nico’s body was completely unrecognizable. His flesh had completely reorganized itself. Any signs of masculine muscle and fat were completely gone; transformed and replaced by the softer squishier feminine equivalent. This was most apparent in both his thighs and butt which now jiggled ever so slightly with every step taken. His arms had slimmed down considerably, as did the bulk previously present in his belly. Every step had brought more changes, his head now suffering the same afflictions as the rest of his body. Wavy blonde hair cascaded down the back of Nico’s neck, a far cry from his usual bushy brown locks. Upon reaching his hips the new hairdo froze in place content with how much it had grown. His skull followed, condensing down into a rounder more feminine shape. A slight tingle in his eyes resulted in heterochromia; the irises turning green and navy blue respectively, while one pupil stayed black and the other became yellow. Small green and yellow slits opened in the separate pupils, revealing the reptilic nature of his transformation. Still, Nico was none the wiser during this whole process. He licked his now slightly plumper lips as he approached the headdress; the nervous tick wasn’t even enough to reveal his changing body. Perhaps he’d notice with a physical change to his clothing…

Nope, not even something as obvious as his shirt transforming could break him out of his trance. His leather coat melted away into nothing, while the dress shirt he wore underneath darkened until completely black. Buttons melded into soft cotton fabric. The sleeves of the shirt were rescinded until they were but two straps only covering the man’s shoulders. The collar of his shirt descended all the way down to show off his flat chest. Nico’s pants were soon to follow his new tank top, thickening into a bright blue denim before rolling themselves up all the way to the hips. His legs were only exposed for a brief moment as the thick black socks around his feet thinned out and expanded upwards. Their openings crawled all the way up to his thighs before firmly planting themselves with an ever so soft squish. The hard leather of his boots wouldn’t last for long either as the material shrunk down, becoming white at the tips and pink everywhere else. At this point the hypnotic spell Nico found himself in had to be supernatural, no conscious person would be able to ignore what was happening to his body. Somehow the young man defied all odds and continued to move forward, blissfully unaware that anything was wrong.

After about his tenth step Nico found himself directly in front of his objective. As the golden shine of the headdress radiated on his body, the awkward bulge sticking out of his jean shorts subtly began retracting back inside of his pelvis. Nico now possessed a female reproductive system, although was too entranced by the crown in front of him to notice. It was almost calling to him, begging to be placed upon his head. The urge made no rational sense whatsoever as doing so could damage or potentially destroy the artifact. Nico wasn’t thinking about that. His ‘honest’ desires had been corrupted; completely taking over his mind as any sound thought about the situation was snuffed out. Reaching down in front of him, Nico grabbed the ornamented headpiece and slipped it right on. Snug was a great way to describe the feeling, almost as if this crown was made to fit on his cranium. Shortly after contacting the top of his head the golden headpiece radiated another brilliant shimmer, causing two bumps to peek their way out of his skull. Taller and taller did the bumps protrude, until eventually two curved orange horns proudly emerged from his skull. The only mostly unchanged part of his body left lay within his tragically empty tank top. Would it remain that way forever? Of course not.

The flesh underneath his nipples cried out, yearning for their deepest desire; to expand, to grow. Not dissimilar to Nico’s longing for the artifact, his nipples underwent a comparable journey. Forward they marched. Fat seemingly materialized out of nowhere to propel his nipples onward in their quest. The destination? The outstretched and unfilled space within the black tank top. Two orbs pushed their way out of his chest, small at first but perking up under the golden shine of the crown. The building pressure eventually gave way and his breasts exploded outwards to fill the empty space. The process was like watching someone fill balloons with water, the breast fat jiggling slightly after bursting out of his pectorals. Both breasts were almost bigger than his head! Now fully female and still oblivious of the transformation, Nico stood in quiet content. He had his artifact; the object of his dreams was now resting upon his head.

Was it really though? The golden shimmer of the headdress looked more pinkish by the second. The immeasurably valuable assortment of jewels and trinkets melded away, becoming the much cheaper material of a common cap. Regardless, Nico still stood there with his eyes closed grinning like an idiot. So indulged in his fantasy, that he not only neglected to notice all the changes which affected him so far, but the simplification of his features as well. Both his mouth and closed eyelids condensed into single black lines, similar to those of a stylized cartoon character. Similarly, his nose shrank down until it blended in seamlessly with the rest of his simplified face. All over Nico’s body any sense of realism drained, replaced by the flat colors and two dimensions associated with anime. It wasn’t just his body and clothes either, the ancient temple around Nico took on a more painted appearance. Gone were the handcrafted statue of Quetzalcoatl and the ancient stones which made up the room he was in. Instead, the digital illustrations of late night Tokyo streets now surrounded Nico. With his eyes closed and his smile beaming, Nico continually indulged in the happiness brought on by the headdress which no longer existed.

BEEP! Nico’s thoughts finally broke free of the trance as both his heart and body jumped. The sounds of people walking through the city streets and cars blasting their horns due to traffic annoyances were not what he expected to hear in a desolate temple. He was also caught off guard with the wild bouncing of something heavy attached to his chest. His head tilting downwards, Nico’s view was completely obscured by two fleshy mountains barely contained by a black tank top. “Wh-wh-WHAT? BOOBS?” is what he tried to say, instead what came out of his mouth was the Japanese equivalent. “Wh-what’s going on here? Why can’t I speak English?” No matter how hard he tried his now cute feminine voice could only produce words in Japanese. The changes had finally gotten through his thick skull. No longer was Nico a man, she rather had transformed into a rather well endowed woman who strangely looked… 2D? The lady stared out at the rendered environment around her in shock. Not only was she gone from Teotihuacan, but she also seemed to be in a completely different reality.

Nico instinctively reached up onto her head. Even though this unbelievable situation shook her to the very core of her being, she could still take comfort in the artifact she successfully donned on her head. Right, she’d just have to feel past the horns and cheap pink cap to get to that treasure of hers. Wait a minute… the realization struck her just as hard as the shift in reality. There was no more crown. There was no more fame. There was no more of her dream. She didn’t even care that she had horns, her temptation got the best of her and now she had no idea who she even was. Certainly not an archeologist… How could she have been so stupid? Looking back on the situation started to make her blood boil. It was like she was possessed, normally she would never do something as careless as wearing an ancient artifact of history. She could have damaged it! The anger quickly made its way through her system. With a hearty sigh, she knew there was no point in lingering on it for long. What happened to her today was beyond comprehension, she had to focus on the now to keep her sanity. Here she was in Tokyo of all places, an animated version of it no less. What was she to possibly do now?

“Lucoa? There you are!” Nico turned around in response to the sudden call out. She understood everything the proclaiming kid said perfectly, even though it was clearly in Japanese. Given that purple haired boy was running in her direction, Nico guessed that she was this Lucoa person. “I told you not to wonder off like that, Father made it clear that we needed to be home before sundown.” Looking up expectantly toward Lucoa, the woman hesitated before giving an answer. “S-sorry about that. I was curious about the uh shops around here and I guess I got a little carried away.” The young boy sighed as if this was a common occurrence between the two. “I guess you weren’t gone for that long but we really gotta hurry back.” The boy turned around, walking in the direction he came from fully expecting Lucoa to follow. She wasn’t exactly sure what the relationship between these two was, but she had nowhere else to go so she gradually tailed behind.

Insane would be an understatement if used to describe Lucoa’s day. There was no explanation for how she ended up as a six foot tall well-endowed anime woman with horns, although she knew the headdress she obsessed over earlier had something to do with it. Regardless, here she was stuck living the life of some other person she wasn’t. In a way, the result of her expedition was awfully poetic considering she’d been such an archeologist wannabe before. Maybe this was an extremely abstract way for the universe to tell her she wasn’t cut out for that life. Perhaps Quetzalcoatl hadn’t cursed her for trying to steal that offering. This was a new beginning for her, that’s all she knew for sure. As she followed the boy down the sidewalk she found herself increasing her pace steadily. Once caught up she lowered her hand downwards, grabbing onto the boy’s as the two of them began their trek back to wherever home was.