Dungeon of Niflheim

Caught unawares Frost who was currently testing out his new gear within the specialty training room established by the Crystal Boundary had been launched like a cannon ball into the western wall.

His companion Khione, the perfect definition of a muscle goddess shook her head with exaggerated disappointment. Mocking his lack in attentiveness, an action that filled the young Dungeon core with shame and no small amount of rage.

He refused to show weakness and inexperience in front of the woman he was keen to court, to have her join him, Daki, and Maya in their little world of debauchery and corruption.

His back ached and the wind was knocked out of his lungs, but he stubbornly ignored this as he strongly kicked the floor and charged towards his new enemy.

With his spear held firmly in his hands and his fractured and in some areas shattered chakra armour quickly regenerating before the eyes of his audience Frost planted his feet firmly on the floor and readied himself for a glorious battle, one that would wash away the stain of his earlier mistake.

However the instant he stood before his new enemy with his aura already suffused into his weapon he was stunned. Their appearance and identity was so shocking to him that his jaw literally unhinged, so agape that a fist could easily enter and exit without brushing against his teeth.

To the side, the safe zone next the crystal obelisk -the operating device for the training room- Khione stood with her arms tightly crossed beneath her gargantuan chest. Her lips arching upwards in a mischievous and almost malevolent manner. It took all her restraint to not laugh maniacally, to not unburden herself before her young paramour.

"Hahahahahahaha the look on your face is priceless hahahahaha."

Alas as the seconds ticked by and Frost showing no sign of coming out of his stupor, the glint in his eyes showing confusion, familiarity, shock and even curiosity her laughter creeped through, growing louder and louder until tears fell from her eyes.

Her booming, charming voice finally brought Frost out of his shock. He stared at the person standing before him, tilting his head and blinking his eyes rapidly before glancing to his side and seeing the musclebound goddess laughing so hard that her oversized mounds of heavy flesh bounced and jiggled in an alluring manner. A sight that stoked a fire in his heart, giving rise to his wolfly desires. Why did she have to be so damn sexy?

"Gulp!" However this was not the moment to let his baser emotions triumph, a mystery albeit one that was oddly familiar stood before him in a threatening manner. The battle was still ongoing; the only reason he wasn't smashed halfway across the room for a second time was because Khione instructed the enemy to stop after its initial ambush. So she could enjoy the current sight playing out before her.

To not be moved by Khione's allure Frost turned his gaze back to his enemy, an enemy that became more and more familiar the longer he looked at its face. The body, figure and shape were miles apart, but those eyes, lips and baser facial features were indistinguishable.

As if a light bulb flashed above his head in recognition the image of a woman he had gotten know to rather well recently subverted the enemy that now stood before him with a spear not unlike his own in hand.

The contrast was so stark however that he found himself repeatedly telling himself 'no it can't be'. He looked closely at their face, taking stock of their jawline, the shape of their eyes and even their small nose before nodding his head.

'Yeah that's definitely her but….' His gaze then wondered downwards, first to the legs which though slightly meaty and with some definition paled in comparison to what he'd found himself gazing at whenever the opportunity arose. The arms and shoulders were the same and her height which normally forced him to gaze upwards was now half a head shorter than himself. But the most iconic feature that made him repeatedly deny the connection between the woman he envisioned and the false body that now stood before him was the substantial lack of curves.

Her chest was no better than an airport runway, no basketballs, melons, grapefruits, apples or even minor speed bumps. The bubble from a spirit level would sit perfectly in the centre if placed atop this smooth, flat surface.

And her ass that constantly threated to blow apart her tight fitting jeans at the seams, an icon of muscular triumph that could crush reinforced steel without effort was not there, instead she had a pair of small pert cheeks less than a quarter in size of what he'd grown to adore and even fantasize about.

Such stark contrasts made it hard for him to accept the truth that was before him. He turned towards his companion, the woman who looked strangely like the summoned enemy.

After letting out her laughter Khione was feeling a lot better. She stared back at Frost with a smile on her lips. "Allow me to introduce you. Frost say a hello to young me, way back before these heavy burdens ever existed." Khione grabbed hold of her dark bunnies, pushing them up and together, emphasizing their intimidating size that obscured almost her entire lower body under their shadow.

She had somewhat accepted -especially after finding out that Frost was quite enamoured with them- that these burdens added to her allure, making her a downright goddess of ultimate beauty but as a warrior, someone who thrived in combat she couldn't help but find them annoying. Useless pieces of fat that obscured her vision and made avoiding blows to the upper body that much harder to evade.

The only time they seemed to shine in battle was during very close combat, when she had to physically wrestle with her opponent, using her brute strength to pin them in place.

Apparently unbeknownst to her there was a desire shared amongst the young soldiers of the Realm. If they could die under those massive mounds of flesh or between those indestructible thunder thighs they could die happy and walk through the gates of life and death with a smile on their faces.

Hearing Khione openly admit the connection Frost looked back at the summoned enemy, an advanced golem fashioned of ice and crystal that was almost indistinguishable from the real thing bar the colour of her skin and the arrangement of ice crystals protruding from certain areas on her body. Such intricate detail would require not only a wealth of information but a high level of mana to construct. Most likely the crystal obelisk that Khione controlled was capable of operating and establishing magic crests as high as the 6th circle. A level far beyond Frost's current means.

The young version of Khione as she put it stood at roughly 180cm, half a head shorter than the almost 2 metre frost. Her figure however was like that of a child, her face even retained no small amount of baby fat and there was a natural naughtiness hidden in her expression. Her figure had yet to go through any signs of puberty, but her limbs already started to show their eventual development into the mountains of muscle that she had now.

"You were quite adorable as a child." Frost gave his honest feelings which made the giant woman slightly blush, her heart feeling fuzzy at his words but what he said next had it beating like a fierce drum. "But I think you're even cuter now, 'burdens' and all." His smile was so flirtatious that Khione felt a pink aura flash around him. His attack was so devasting that a bright red blush donned her cheeks and she felt so embarrassed that she wanted to run and hide in a hole.

'What part of me is cute geez.' She was 3 metres tall, riddled with muscle and for all intents and purposes was a violent woman who solved all her problems with her powerful fists. She could accept being sexy, dangerous and alluring but cute, only her father and mother still saw her in such a manner.

Frost could read her thoughts but didn't say anything further instead he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head as he sighed. Her current behaviour, shyly avoiding his gaze and blushing like a young maiden, how could he not see her as cute, rather she was darn right adorable.

He did however take a little offence to her calling those beautiful dark bunnies of hers burdens. How many women in Nova would kill to have a natural and overwhelming rack like that. Seems he had to put in some effort to show her how special that body of hers really was.

His gaze shifted between the two Khiones, one being a young woman with curves that one would kill for and the other still a beansprout child with traces of baby fat still on her cheeks.

Difficult to picture the process off how that flat runway could become so devasting in so little time.

"How old were you when you looked like this?" Curious for the exact number Frost tentatively asked.

"Hmm probably around 11 or 12." Khione pushed down her embarrassment, tilted her head to the side and thought for a moment before giving her answer.

'11 or 12….practically Nanna's age.' He couldn't help but compare the two in his mind. The youthful vigour, the cute charm and innocence really were similar but the size and strength.

11 years old and Khione was already almost the same height as him and her strength B-rank, early stages but still B-rank, nonetheless.

Strangely however eyeing her up from every angle and sensing the threat she poised with his gut instincts the young child version of Khione likely held equal or even greater power than he did.

Such a revelation sent a shiver down his spine, he was both in awe, filled with an unusual sense of pride and also fear.

Why did she conjure up a child version of herself for him to fight? Why not another form?

This question made him frown and look at the beautiful adult version.