It was a bright cheery morning, as the twin stars, Darius and Daru, shone brightly all over the land of Valdremo, the birds singing at the first light of dawn, the mist of dew covering the trees, grass and flowers. As a songbird was singing its beautiful song on a tree branch, just happy to be alive and singing, possibly trying to bring joy into people's lives...A runt of a male was suddenly flung straight on the branch, resulting in an explosion of feathers. 
The male stood about 5'2, with ice-blue hair, ice-blue fur, and green eyes. He wasn't wearing armor, just basic ye olde clothing. Despite being a member of a feline race known as the Jugani, which were famous for being huge and fit when full grown, this male Jugani was a runt, so much so it was sad. He had very little muscle mass, and wasn't much to look at either, and he just got his butt kicked for the umpteenth time after starting a fight with a much larger male. Both of his eyes were black, and he had several bruises all over his body. "Ha! Is Th-that all ya got?!" The Jugani panted and growled, despite being ready to collapse from the other male's beatings. The other male was nearly 6'11, and rippling with muscle. And he was wearing basic ye olde clothing as well. 

"I'm just getting starting, Fur-Licker!" The brutish male snarled, his fur bristled, his ears flattened, his teeth showing, and his muscles in prime position to beat this poor excuse of a male to death. "You wanted a fight, well you got it-"The musclebound male was suddenly tackled down by the poor weakling male; who had basically flew down from the tree branch, and tackled the much larger male all the way down to the ground, and slammed his knee straight into the nearly freakishly large male's jaw, breaking it; in fact he nearly shattered it. The other male yelped out in pain, and tried to throw the much smaller male off of him, to no avail; as the much smaller Jugani kicked his groin, and kicked it again, and again, and again, and again. And with the average size of a male Jugani's goods, it just had to be painful. And it was clear it was very painful, as the other Jugani writhed from pain, nearly crying in agony. He finally managed to shove the shrimp of a male off him, and staggered off to the local town, tail between his legs.

The 5'2 tall male's face, despite being battered, bruised, and blacked was full of smug victory, as he finally won a fight with someone much bigger than him. ~Maybe the tide is finally turning on my life~ He thought to himself, his chest and face filled with pride, as he staggered away from his victory, his ego super inflated from beating someone a foot and nine inches taller than him, and nearly twice his weight. Amazingly, he tripped over something, perhaps it was the gods reminding him to be humble in his newfound glory, though he severely doubted that, he didn't believe in the gods. He quickly examined what he tripped over, and it was a sword, a very beautiful sword at that. 

The sword was a beautifully made mixture of a katana and a claymore; it had all the strength, power, size of a claymore, with the curved blade, the mobility, and speed of a katana. It seemed to glow with some kind of power, though the male seemed to take no notice of that, just the possibly value of the sword, "...If nothing else this will be great to sell, I can only imagine the price of a sword like this." He picked it up, and instantly the sword glowed even brighter. And the male felt incredibly strange, as his clothes suddenly felt much tighter, and tighter.

His biceps, which were as thin as paper were suddenly swelling in size and denseness, along with the rest of his arms, ripping right through his shirt, until they were perfectly shaped, sized, and trimmed. His face was shaping from barely noticeable masculine, to feminine; his feline snout becoming much more pronounced in femininity, his eyelashes becoming much longer, his actual nose becoming much slimmer and cuter, his cheekbones becoming thinner, yet rounder, and lower on his face. His chin becoming less squared and more rounded. He could only look and watch as his shoulders becoming much broader and thicker with muscle, becoming perfectly shaped and thick; before his flat chest started to grow thick pectorals which were quickly covered with huge rounded breasts, around the size of a DDD cup, which were now lactating; his top shredding from the size of them. His torso was next, becoming curvy and muscular, and a set of godly six pack abs formed on his abdomen. The change made its way down to his legs, where his shamefully small shlong and balls started growing down his leg, inch after inch after inch growing down his leg, until flaccid, his beast hung down to his ankles, and his balls were so big and rounded, they nearly took up most of his groin, fighting would be much harder now to say the least. His thighs started thickening with muscles, and curves, becoming much more muscular, perfectly shaped, and perfectly trimmed, both in curves and muscle, his calves were next, following the same trend as the rest of his body. Finally was his flat ass, which started swelling with curves, and muscle, before it finally stopped, at an incredibly sexy medium between curvy and muscular, she finally felt herself grow about a foot, to 6'2. His poor clothes were completely shredded now,-"What the hell?!!?" The now dick-girl Jugani whimpered pathetically at his new body, when suddenly the sword started glowing even brighter, as a sheath appeared on the Jugani's back. 

"Mm, now you'll be a perfect tool for my usage in the quest to rid the world of evil." The sword purred at the dick-girl Jugani,-"So, what's your name, big girl? No wait; don't tell me, it's Holly."  The sword laughed at Holly, though it didn't seem to be in a jesting manner, just simply in arrogance in the fact she was able to correctly guess his name. "...What did you do to me? What are you? Why did you do this to me?! And how in Shoila did you guess my name?!!" Holly was about ready to try to break this sword in half. "Good luck with that, trying to break me in half." The sword laughed again,-"You're my tool, I am your master, and I deserve a tool that I would like to wield me. And I am the great sword Gendera. And now we share a bond that far surpasses the thousands of generically mass produced swords for foot soldiers, together we could give the gods a challenge, but alone we are fragile and weak." Holly whimpered in both fear, sorrow, and maybe a little bit of arousal,-"...Can I have some armor or clothing or something? Being naked like this makes me feel...Shrively, vulnerable, and exposed."  The sword simply sighed. "Yes, I come with a set of armor; let me put it on you." The great sword tucked itself into the sheath on Holly's back, and a set of armor started to appear on Holly himself. 
It started with a set of golden greaves, that appeared to be made out of some kind of highly light yet highly protective resin, possibly some kind of amber, the greaves had ridges and layers that made arrows deflect off it, and swords break on it when it struck it. Next came with a set of boots, same with the greaves, only the boots were basically spiked high heels. Next came the gauntlets, which were also golden amber, ridged and layered; only they had spikes in the knuckles, making them highly effective knuckle dusters. The final piece was the chest piece, which while it was highly protective with its ridges covering nearly square inch, and several layers made of the armor, it allowed much cleavage to be showed, and was enough to make even the strongest and purist male fall to pieces due to how much there was. 
"Feeling better now?" Gendera asked Holly with a tone of smugness, and incredible arrogance in her voice. "Not really, no..." Holly sighed in sadness, and in a little bit of uncomfortableness, as the armor was incredibly tight across her big chest and her huge shlong and sack. "Try wielding me that might make you feel better, nice and incredibly powerful." Gendera mused with a heavy and long purr. Holly thought she had nothing to lose at this point, and drew Gendera from her sheath, and held her up in a traditional fighting position, and she felt a surge of power blast through her, and it felt oh so right and amazing. "...I guess I can get used to this, but don't think I'll enjoy it!" Holly huffed at Gendera with a sense of defiance in her tone. Gendera simply laughed and retorted,-"We'll see."