You were having a pretty dull day until about an hour and a half ago, when destiny through you a curve ball. Normally your job as a security guard patrolling this old warehouse is as dull as they come, but apparently one of the crates unloaded off pier 16 today full of old antiquities had some collection of 27 cursed relics with ancient evil spirits or something trapped in them. Well, 26 really. The last one, Baat, is like... their warden or bounty hunter or whatever. He's all about hunting them down and defeating them and sealing them back in their relics. Except he's kind of just this... wisecracking flying mask (which honestly looks a lot like it's made of cheap plastic for some supposedly ancient artifact). So he flagged you down for help when the others escaped.
It seems like a pretty thankless and dangerous job, without any real reward, but he did give you this pretty rad belt. It looks like cheap plastic too, but there's this row of buttons along the front, and if you're wearing it, and you hit one, they all give you some kind of superpower.
You just finished testing out the first one, and brought down your first monster with it. That's kinda what the other relics do. They find people to ask as hosts, turn them into these big rubbery looking monsters, apparently, and... well, you need to find them all and fight them now. This first one was actually another guard here, Barry. The first relic turned him into like, some big piggy monster man, with like some Roman Centurion armor. Pretty weird, but the belt really helped.
Baat didn't really give much explanation beyond that you should slap it on and hit the first button. That made some weird booming voice out of nowhere shout "BRAWNY!" real loud, and, well, that's what it did. You grew at least a good foot and a half, probably put a foot or two of distance between your shoulders too, and well, you just got ripped. Like a body builder, or well, a super hero. It felt great, really, and made you strong enough to lift shipping crates and toss them around like they were pillows or something. Smacked Barry around something fierce... hopefully nobody blames either of you for all the damage to what was in those crates, and once you had him really reeling, Baat hopped onto your face real quick and helped you do this like, finishing move energy blast thing. Barry went back to normal and dropped this little idol thing or whatever for you to stick in this old chest or display case or whatever all these were originally stored in.
Barry's still passed out, which is probably for the best, and Baat's kinda been yammering at you about how the belt works. There's six buttons on it now, and weird little points you can maybe attach more later. You transform for an hour after you press one, unless you cut it short by pressing another, and any given form has a cooldown after. And bla bla bla, don't lose the belt or let anyone see the transformations, you've seen enough superhero stuff you're pretty sure you get the jist.
Aside from the Brawn button, apparently there's Brainy, Blaze, Blaster, Beast, and Beauty. Seems pretty clear how all those would come in handy. Working out like, since puzzles, some kinda heat-based thing, maybe like, gun hands, some kind of like werewolf thing for heightened senses, and... well, you figure beauty will just make you all hot and charismatic. Which, hell, doesn't sound like a bad way at all to celebrate this new partnership. Maybe head down to the club, find a hot babe. Or at least get one's number... or you know, be charming enough to ask around where the other relics are. So while Baat's still yammering on about ancient civilizations and the main monster generals or whatever, you... may have let a finger slip and pressed that one just now.
Again, transforming just feels fantastic, but... the results are pretty different with this one. You definitely feel real sexy and confident, with nicely toned muscles and all, and you lose a bunch of weight, but... you lose a bunch of height too, and your hair gets crazy long... and your nails... and, yeah, that's a big ol' set of breasts there, with the rest of the figure to match. You're also very aware of a big change between your pants, and you kinda wish these transformations didn't feel so great because a rad euphoric feeling from your genitals just kinda sucking up inside you and twisting around seems like the kind of thing that could turn into a fetish for someone if it came up often enough, and you don't want to end up like one of those weirdos on the internet obsessed over that sort of thing.
But, yeah, you're a hot chick now, for the next hour. Or until you hit another of those buttons, apparently Plus you're starving, and a little light-headed. All the transforming and fighting took a toll apparently.