Why Mages Shouldn’t Wear Heavy Armor (Com)

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Feron was a mage in the land of Gerokt, and last week he finally graduated from his school of magic and went from an apprentice to a full-fledged mage. With it, he was finally allowed to join a party and go adventuring.

Before that, he needed to buy some equipment. So he went to the Aracanus, a shop that makes powerful wizard staffs. He picked out a new staff to use and was looking at wizard robes, but he didn’t like any of them.

During his time at the school, he got hit all the time; wizard robes did nothing to stop physical attacks, and while they did stop some magical attacks, they didn’t stop all of them. He’d be better off buying heavy armor and enchanting it with the same effects as the wizard robes.

Of course, the school of magic always warned everyone not to combine heavy magic with heavy armor. They always insisted that mages could only wear wizard robes, but they never explained why, and there were no research notes proving that was the case.

Feron, as a cocky new mage, decided he was going to prove them wrong. He went and bought a set of heavy armor and brought it back to his home and started to enchant it. It took a few days but was well worth it in his mind.

He ended up with one of the best sets of heavy armor perfectly designed for magic users. It had enchantments to increase spell power, casting speed, mana regeneration, and even the wearer's max mana.

He couldn’t wait to put it to use. So he put his new gear on and ran down to the local guild to find some people to group up with and take on quests. A group needed a wizard and they were currently in short supply of them, so he got picked right away.

Though they did have some concerns about him wearing heavy armor, but like Feron, they didn’t know the exact reason mages wear wizard robes, so they trusted him, and they all started to head off to find the ogre they were going to kill.

They travel for a couple of hours, but they arrive, and the fight begins. The knight starts blocking attacks, the rogue runs around behind the ogre to flank it and the archer starts trying to hit it in the eye.

That left Feron to cast spells. He figured since ogres are weak to fire spells, he’d cast a buff spell to make all of his fire attacks several times more powerful. So Feron took his stance, waved his staff, and began to cast the spell.

Feron was about to find out why all the master mages warned students not to combine armor and magic. The real reason mages didn’t wear heavy armor was because of a magical property that is dormant in metal.

This magical property is actually called Anti-Mana, as it only activates when someone tries to cast a spell. The Anti-Mana is mixed into the user’s mana and causes the spells to react much differently than the user intends.

So in general, the more metal a mage is wearing, the more unstable and known the spell they cast will be, so a mage wearing a ton of heavy armor was not only a really bad idea, it could be outright disastrous.

Feron finished his spell and felt a magical power engulfing his body and he was prepared for the boost it was about to give him. What he wasn’t ready for was his armor to suddenly feel super tight around the chest and loose around the waist.

Feron had no idea what was going on, but it was clear his spell failed, so he tried it again, and like the first time, Feron felt something, but instead of getting a boost to fire magic, Feron’s body felt different.

Feron decided to give up on that and instead cast a protective spell on her armor to keep herself as safe as possible. As soon as she cast it, instead of being covered in a protective shield, the armor started to reshape.

Feron was confused, then horrified when her armor changed into a skimpy female one, but she was only horrified because the body that was inside it was definitely one hundred percent female. Feron knew why her chest had felt so tight; she now had breasts.

She reached her hand down to her crotch, which was now much more exposed than it was a moment ago. Sure enough, she had a vagina down there instead of her cock and balls, and it was wet, like this whole thing was exciting her.

Feron wanted to drop her staff and scream but there was still a monster to be beat and she couldn’t let her team down. So she decided to figure out what was happening after and focus on the monster. She ended up using a simple fire spell despite not having the boost she wanted.

To her surprise, she cast a master-level fire bolt spell that had black flames instead of red. It was also super fast and incredibly precise with where it hit. Just one spell killed the monster, but that same spell had a serious effect on Feron’s body.

She fell to the ground and felt her crotch explode with an orgasm. She held her crotch and couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Her teammates noticed her and were very confused, but after they cut off the head of the ogre, they helped her back to the city.

Feron got to her apartment and changed into something that would fit her new body and she went off to the school of magic to speak with one of the grandmasters of magic. As soon as one saw her, they knew what happened and called her an idiot and then told her she was lucky to be alive.

They then had Feron examined and determined that normal magic wouldn’t be able to reverse the changes to her body. They also discovered she no longer had mana running in her body, but instead Anti-mana, which was something they’d never seen before.

Normally when a mage pulls in Anti-Mana it destroys their ability to use any magic and sometimes kills them, but Feron’s body seemed to have adapted and taken it in. This explained what Feron had already noticed: it made her spells super powerful but slightly unpredictable.

Feron was told to be careful with her new power and she returned home to sulk. There was nothing she could do but adjust and learn exactly what her spells did now when used with Anti-Mana instead of mana, but at least there was one good thing.

She got what she wanted; she could use heavy armor instead of wizard robes from now on. It only cost her manhood, the ability to cast normal magic, and her dignity when casting spells. Feron sighed one more time and got to work.

Months later things were going quite well for Feron. She now had a full-time party that she worked with every day to complete quests. It was three guys, each of whom understood her situation, were quite handsome, and were packing more than just their sharp weapons.

She’s managed to adjust to her body and the effect that casting spells has on her, though she always finds herself incredibly horny after a battle, so it was really good she had a party filled with men.

She even managed to figure out what all her spells do now, which was a lot of work since every time she tested one, she’d get aroused, and she could only resist cumming for three spells, and after five spells, she had to find someone to fuck her, so it was a slow and long process.

But it was all worth it, as now she was one of the sexiest and most powerful mages in her kingdom, and because of her power, the party was able to take on quests like fighting dragons or demon lords, which paid a ton of money.

Feron still wasn’t a hundred percent sure if she preferred being like this; had she the ability to go back in time, she might have stopped herself from being so dumb, but she can’t and this is her life now. So she’s going to make the best of it and become the most powerful and richest mage in the world.