In a small, remote village, there was a boy on his hands and knees puking all over the garden. His face was haggard, as his skin paled further with each moment.
"W-Where…am I…" Tristen mumbled. He was confused at what happened. One second he was screaming at the message to stop, and the next, he was in this body. Of course, Him throwing up his guts wasn't expected either.
"Tristen! Are you outside?" A woman yelled from inside the house, her voice echoed through the house and into the air.
"My love?…Tristen! are you there?" She cried out as she made her way outside.
"Tristen?" The woman peeked out the front door. Then exclaimed, "Oh! Tristen my child!" as she sprinted towards him, and dragged his shaking body away from his mess.
"My l-love…are you ill?" The woman softly asked. She lifted his head onto her soft thighs, and gently stroked his hair.
Tristen couldn't help but groan at the sudden softness he felt. The soft tissue of her thighs cushioned his head and radiated heat into his mind. His eyes were shut, but he slowly slid them open to look at her.
D-Damn...she's pretty...
The woman's face had a graceful, narrow shape. Gentle curves defined her eyes with cerulean blue irises that gleamed from the sunlight as they gazed into him. A wavy golden mane fell to her upper back, framing her beautiful face. Tristen couldn't help but stare at her soft pink lips that were glistening currently. Their shape had curled into a slight frown at his state, and it was only then that Tristen realized he still hadn't said anything.
He wasn't sure why, but his body automatically reacted on its own.
"I-I am fine…mother. Just n-nerves is all." Tristen said
W-wait! Why the fuck am I speaking like this?!
"Oh! dear…I know! You will do fine…you are my boy. I have full faith in your skill."
Do what? W-Where the fuck am I? And why am I automatically speaking?!
"Thank you mother. Now I s-should like to rest for my journey…" Tristen said.
"Yes, my love!" She replied. Tenderly sliding his head back on the grass, as she made her back into the house.
As Tristen laid on the cool blades of grass, his head slowly soaked with information. It was currently close to sunset, and the pale blue sky was slowly shifting into violet hues. The winds were lightly blowing, and a fresh spring aroma permeated the air. His brain filled with the information, and he slowly figured out what had happened. This was the village that he had seen in the message, and this was his new life.
I guess I did reincarnate or whatever...
T-tomorrow I'm supposed to leave or someshit. Apparently, I'm a good cook, and need to register. I have no idea what the fuck to do, but I guess I'll follow along for now.
W-wait! What happened to my class?
Wasn't I supposed to get that incubus thing?
Fuck...whatever, let's go lie down.
Tristen laid there for only a few moments before he lifted himself and made his way back to the house. It wasn't particularly large. It had a simple living room and two bedrooms, with a kitchen to his right. Small creaks echoed from the floorboards as he made his way to his room.
A single bed, a desk, and a chair were all that lay inside. It was basic. The room was small, and he could see there was a small mirror-like sheet that hung beside the bathroom door. He didn't waste much time and walked towards it to examine himself.
Fuck me...
I-I look like shit…
Tristen was a pretty decent looking guy in his previous life. But that had changed.
Tristen looked decrepit. He had dark eye bags that wrapped underneath his eyelids, and his eyes drooped slightly on the sides. They were currently bloodshot, and he guessed it was from the puke, or his reincarnation process. A greasy mane with unkempt strands covered his head. They were dyed raven black, and looked quite flat in texture. He looked quite short, if he had to say, he was probably around 5'4. However, his body was even worse; It looked completely drained of life. He was so weak that he barely saw any muscle on his frame. His limbs were scrawny, and bony protrusions peaked through everywhere, from his wrists and elbows, to his shoulders and knees.
Just for curiosity, he looked down his body to examine his "weapon".
"I'm small down here as well…" Tristen sighed as he measured himself. He estimated it was 3 inches hard.
I mean…it's fine. I can probably work out and gain some muscle, but it's going take a bit of time. I also need to go register tomorrow. So I have to wake up early. I'm not really sure what to do, but I'll find out slowly, I guess.
But I still can't help but wonder what happened to my class. Did it get removed?
W-wait, it did say there was an integration time, right?
So maybe I just have to wait?
But I can't see the messages for some reason.
Damn it. Let's just focus on what we can do for now.
I'll go get my class tomorrow and hopefully learn some shit about what to do
Tristen swiftly slipped underneath the covers and closed his eyes. His breaths became slower, as his back sank into the sheets. His heart slowed and his eyelids grew heavy; in no time, Tristen's body eased into a slumber.
Silently, in the backdrop of reality, a timer was continuing to tick down...
[Integration Time: 10 hours 30 minutes 02 seconds..]
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[Integration Time: 10 hours 29 minutes 59 seconds..]
***
Soon before dawn, morning light filled the room. Soft beams of blue passed through the window, lighting the chamber with its hues. Tristen slowly slid open his eyes, and stared at his bedroom ceiling. He mentally prepared himself for the day, as he slowly climbed out of bed, and made his way to the bathroom. It wasn't really a bathroom, just a section that had some things used for cleaning up. There was no toilet or bathtub or sink, just two clay pots and a bowl of salt resting on a wooden table. One clay pot was filled with what smelled like mouth rinse, and the other with plain water.
Tristen quickly washed his face and scrubbed his teeth with salt. He rinsed his mouth with the other solution, and made his way outside. To Tristen's surprise, his mother was in the kitchen softly humming, she stirred what looked to be a pot with some sort of stew. However, that is not what caught Tristen off guard.
"Her ass.." Tristen briefly thought. She was dressed in a loose white robe, that flowed to her ankles. But, her voluptuous ass was so wide, the fabric tightened around it. With every slight movement, Her fat rump shook side to side, calling to him.
Fuck me!...she's hot!
W-wait, am I checking out my own mom?! W-well, she is technically not really my mother.
Since I did reincarnate and all...
As Tristen slowly pondered over whether he should still be staring at his mother's ass, she slowly took notice of his presence.
"Tristen! my love, you're up so early!" His mother spoke, looking back over her shoulder. "Come sit down, I have made you some stew."
"Oh! y-yes...mother." Tristen replied. He was finally pulled out of his daze, slightly embarrassed. He quickly made his way to the table where his mother brought some stew. It didn't have any meats, just different kinds of vegetables. The stew didn't really taste like much, mostly a mild savory flavor. Although, It still felt really good, as it soothed his body with its warmth.
"Dear!...have you prepared yourself," His mother asked, as she made her way to the opposite side of the table, sitting down and continuing, "Remember Tristen! Never let them frighten you; you must stay in charge of yourself. Do that, and you shall get your class..."
"Yes...mother" Tristen nodded, "I know what to do, I s-shall get my class and make you proud."
"Oh! my sweet child!...come here!" His mother exclaimed. She scurried her way around the table and then stuffed his head between her breasts. His head wasted no time as it shoved deep inside her warm crevice.
"Fuck! So soft...and warm..." Tristen mumbled inside his head, as his mother embraced him. They held for what felt like hours, before she slowly pulled away, "Now...get ready love, the walk is quite long and you cannot be late. If you leave now, you should arrive early enough."
Tristen could only nod, as he was still dreaming from earlier. His dick had slightly grown when she held him, but it was still quite small, so it wasn't noticeable. When his mother finally left, Tristen was feeling horny. His mother's wide ass and now her soft breasts were on his mind. However, He couldn't relieve himself, because he knew he would need all the energy for the journey.
"Once I get my class...then I'll do it. But right now, I have to focus." Tristen thought to himself.
Am I seriously scheduling my fucking jerk off session?!
Whatever...let's go.
He went back into his room and got dressed. He wore a simple brown tunic on top with dark chest-nut colored pants made from wool. He put on his leather shoes and made his way outside the room. He quickly said goodbye to his mother, avoiding any form of contact for obvious reasons. He slipped out of the house and scanned his surroundings.
Their house was on the outskirts of the town, which meant the exit gate was quite close. Tristen could see the small houses nearby their own, as they framed the main dirt path. Each house had its own rustic feel despite the similar materials. They had wooden walls that were dark brown with a grainy texture to them. Roughly hewn and loosely joined planks formed the walls of the houses. It didn't take long to understand his village was quite poor. Tristen continued his stride as he reached the main dirt path of the village. He turned to his left, and continued moving
As he strolled along the path, he saw a few people pass by him. They were all of different shapes and sizes, but all were women. Some were clearly mothers, and some daughters. He didn't stare much, but he did take notice of their gazes. They all looked at him intensely when he moved past. He found it a bit weird, but didn't think much about it. Instead, he was still wondering why he hadn't seen a single man yet.
T-that's...kind of weird? But I mean, I have only seen a few people, so it's probably nothing. I'm sure I'll find out soon enough.
Before long, Tristen stood in front of the wooden archway that led outside. He could see the dirt path that extended out of the village. It was framed by a lush forest, with large trees that towered over him. If he had to guess, the trunks were probably about 3 meters wide. The crowns lightly swayed from the winds, and he could see the white-sparrow like birds that flitted across on top. He continued to observe until he couldn't see much else. A wooden sign with writing carved into it was located to his left. Moving closer to get a better sight, he finally guessed this was the correct path, as the sign read:
"(15 Km) To Bharmine Town: Class Registration & More."
Fifteen Kilometers?...That's going to take some time. W-Well...I guess it's good I got up early. Let's go and get my class!
In the background...The timer was soon coming to its end.
[Integration Time: 1 hour 30 minutes 5 seconds..]