Mod for Kingdom Come

Part 1

The heat slightly burned my skin as I stood by the mill fence, struggling to breathe in the heavy village air. The sun was merciless, the corset dug into my breasts, and a strand of hair annoyingly stuck to my neck.

I was, goddamn it, Katherine now.

Well, everyone here calls me Katherine… and I look like her, but fuck… I was Josh. A twenty-year-old gamer from Virginia. I just wanted to test that “alpha build” of the Kingdom Come VR mod. And… I found some weird amulet with a “body swap” ability in the game, which, honestly, should’ve just been a prop, since the whole point of the game was realism. And I thought, why the hell not, right? Katherine just happened to be walking by at that moment, looking like some idle NPC. I activated the amulet — and the screen glitched, like the game had crashed.

The next thing I felt was weight on my chest, an awkward heaviness… and the way the dress clung to my body in a way clothes never should on a guy.

– Holy shit... – I breathed out, but the voice came out thin, sharply surprised, almost girlish. I instantly felt the air’s chill, the touch of hair, even the stink from the nearby barn. My hands reached up to my head, but the helmet was gone — and these weren’t my hands. Slender wrists, long fingers, smooth skin — it all looked… wrong. But fucking real.

Delicate fingers touched delicate skin on my face, and when I looked down — I mean, really looked down — I saw two round, soft… things rising above the corset, pulled so tight it knocked the air out of me.

Then I turned my gaze to where my old character had just been standing — a guy with messy hair, a worn leather jacket, and a sword on his back. Me. That is — Katherine, in my body, in my character’s body.

She stood there, blinking in confusion, staring at her new hands, then at me. At herself.

– Wh… What the…? – she mumbled in my voice, which of course sounded weird from the outside, but I recognized it. It was like watching some video recording of myself.

I stepped forward, but in those flat leather-soled shoes, it felt like walking on ice. My legs were shaking, and the body felt… unsteady. Especially in front. Those… boobs jiggled, bounced with every step, and I couldn’t not feel them.

– What are these letters? What the hell?! – Katherine was panicking in my body, whipping her head around at the semi-transparent interface windows that I’d long since stopped noticing. Familiar lines floated in the corner: Status: Character — Jindřich / Level: 3 / Quest: Meet with Sir Radzig.

She blinked rapidly, clearly not understanding where all these health bars, maps, and icons suddenly came from in “reality.”

Part 2

And in that moment, she grabbed her head, clearly feeling the VR helmet on it, and in the next second — she vanished. Right in front of my eyes. Just flashed white, like someone got yanked out of the session, and my body, my old shell — was gone.

– Hey! – I gasped, and immediately started coughing. The voice was too high, throaty, breaking into a girlish squeak.

Only I was left. Katherine. I mean, Josh in Katherine’s body. The stinking barn air, the tight corset, the sweat under my boobs — all of it was way too real. Too… physical. And for game standards — fucking detailed. The heat made the fabric cling to my body, and with every minute it got harder to ignore the fact that I had nothing hanging between my legs, and up front — oh yeah, it was hanging alright.

That was a week ago.

And now I stood under the sun, in Katherine’s body, catching the hungry stares of the guards. One of them — I think his name was Elrik — didn’t even try to hide it: stared straight at my boobs like he was waiting for them to move.

Well… they did. With every breath, with every step, especially if the corset was a little loose. And it always was, because I — goddamn it — couldn’t tie it properly.

– Hey, Katherine! – someone called. I turned — and my tits bounced from the motion.

Standing in front of me was Hawk — local guard, textbook alpha male with a half-face smirk.

– Why so pouty today, huh?

I winced. Or tried to — but the expression came out more like cute-annoyed than threatening. My lips formed into a plump little pout, and I could even feel myself how it probably looked from the outside. No wonder — boobs jiggling, waist cinched, cheeks slightly flushed from the heat.

Scary? I looked, at best, irritably sexy now.

– Wagon plug in manure — that’s why, – I muttered, folding my arms under my boobs.

Mistake. The tight top of the corset immediately pushed them up even more from below, and I felt the fabric stretch to the limit. My tits lifted, visually threatening to explode right through the neckline, and Hawk… of course, his smirk doubled in size.

– I thought you were pissed at us guys again, – he stepped closer, eyes not meeting mine, but aimed slightly lower. As always.

A week in this body had taught me a lot.

First — skirts are a trap. Especially if it’s windy and you’re standing near the edge of a bridge.

Second — if you’re a girl in medieval times, your opinion doesn’t count for shit, especially if you’re expected to be all “sweet and agreeable” all the time.

And third… third — tits are pain. Physical pain. The weight, the sweat, the constant feeling that they’re about to break free from the corset’s dark prison and stage a fucking rebellion.

I’d been waiting since the beginning, and I’m still waiting, for “Jindřich,” fuck him, to show up again, but with each day that hope felt more like a phantom limb.

I don’t know how this works or why, but it sure as hell doesn’t feel like a game.

It feels like a fucking real life, where I’m a dumb, busty peasant girl in actual medieval times.

Part 3

– Hawk, if you don’t back off right now, I’ll shove my fist up your... – I trailed off.

Shove it where, for fuck’s sake? I was now as fragile as a damn pancake. No matter where I aimed, it wouldn’t sound threatening anymore.

He laughed — that manly, chest-deep kind of laugh. And of course, laid his hand on my shoulder. Heavy. Hot. I immediately felt a shiver shoot through the corset — not from fear, no. From realization. From that cursed awareness that this world didn’t see me as a player, but as some chick with tits you could wrap an arm around and slap on the ass like a chicken at the market.

– Easy, Katie, – he said in a mockingly gentle tone. – Why are you always so mad? So what if I kissed you a couple times when I was drunk. Who could resist something like that? Maybe we hit the hayloft now, huh?

His hand slowly slid down from my shoulder to my waist and I froze. Not out of fear — no... it was something worse: the body just locked up in conflict.

The mind was screaming: ‘PUNCH HIM, NOW!’

But the boobs... those fucking boobs throbbed in the tight corset, reacting to the heat, the pressure, and that almost innocent, yet so damn carnal touch. I felt my nipples harden.

– Have you lost your fucking mind, Hawk? – my voice cracked — hoarse, high-pitched, with a girlish note of panic. – Hands off! Now!

I tried to step back, but the skirt caught on something — maybe my own leg, maybe his boot — and I stumbled. And he, the gentleman-asshole, caught me. One hand around my waist, the other just above, right where the corset barely kept everything inside.

I gasped. For the first time in a week — truly, like a woman.

The sound burst out of my throat on its own, like my body had decided to react to his touch all by itself, like a programmed doll.

– What’s up, sweetheart? – he smirked. – Don’t recognize you. Usually you’re way pricklier. Now you’re just... like a ripe little plum.

He held me easily with one hand, while I, already trying to get back on my feet and say something sharp, suddenly saw him... or rather ME!

He was standing a little ways off. The same messy hair, the leather jacket, the sword on his back… only now he was looking at us like he didn’t recognize me. Or was pretending not to.

– Jindřich... – it slipped out of me, barely audible, but the voice squeaked again, and the next second Hawk had already turned in the same direction.

I broke free immediately. My thigh flared with pain — either from chafed fabric or the sudden jerk — but I jumped back, barely staying upright. My boobs bounced hard, and I instinctively clutched them with one hand, while the other reached for the hem of the skirt to keep from tripping again.

– Hey! – I yelled louder this time. – You! Jindřich! Or whatever the hell you go by now!

He — my former character, the body I’d been yanked out of — slowly turned. His face was tense, but blank. No recognition. Silence. Only the wind played with my braids, and sweat kept dripping down my back in sticky streams.

He took a step forward.

– Good day. Do I... know you? – his voice. Mine. Foreign and familiar all at once. Restrained. Almost formal.

Part 4

Goosebumps ran down my back.

What the fuck? She — or he — doesn’t recognize me? Why the hell was he gone for a whole week? What’s happening to my real life, and how much time has passed in reality?

So many questions flooded my head at once. But the main question wasn’t any of that — it was how the hell do I use this chance and get back into my body!

– Jindřich... – I stepped forward, throwing away fear, shame, pain in my thigh, and everything else that came with being in a woman’s body. – You... you know me. Josh. You — you’re me!

He frowned, his eyes scanned me, lingered on my neckline, and I felt my skin burn — not from shame, but from pure, calculated, seething helplessness.

He was... checking me out. He looked at me like a guy looks at a woman.

Like he didn’t recognize me.

– You know my real name? – he said coldly, raising his gaze to meet mine and slightly tilting his head. Then added, with a furrowed brow:

– Characters in the game aren’t supposed to know players’ names.

– I’m not a character, – I hissed through clenched teeth, feeling my heart pound like mad under my tight tits. – I’m a player, goddamn it! Josh! I’m Josh! I was... – I choked on the words, – ...I was in that body!

He squinted.

That exact look I knew so well — brows slightly furrowed, corners of the mouth tight, eyes scanning like trying to tell if someone’s lying.

Only I used to look like that in the mirror.

Now that look was aimed at me.

– That’s impossible, – he said calmly. – Josh is me. This is confirmed by all my observations and analysis of my life.

– Ana—ana... analysis?! – I hissed like a snake, literally clutching the hem of my skirt to stop myself from kicking him in the damn face.

He nodded. Without a hint of emotion.

Like he wasn’t talking about the most disgusting kind of identity theft — but giving a fucking beekeeping report.

– Over the past seven days, – he began, looking at me with that same analytical, disturbingly calm expression. – I conducted a thorough analysis of the behavior, social links, and residual memories of the subject “Josh-20US-VA.” Then I analyzed behavioral patterns, reflexes, and internal monologues retained in this body’s memory. I studied everyday habits, preferences, emotional reactions. Considering the 93.7% match in behavioral patterns and successful synchronization of biographical metadata through the artifact “FAMULUS-EXCHANGE,” it would be a logical error to identify as anyone else. Therefore, I am Josh. Josh the gamer. I play different games. This is one of the games. You are an NPC. You’re acting strangely.

My eyes widened so much it felt like they were about to pop out of my skull.

– You... you fucking lost it?! – I gasped, not believing my ears. – Switch us back right now! Where’s the fucking amulet?!

I reached for his pockets — and instantly realized I made a mistake.

Part 5

My hand hadn’t even touched the belt when he caught my wrist — the movement was so fast and precise, I didn’t even fucking react in time.

He gripped my fingers like they were made of cloth. Effortlessly. And I curled up from the pain and groaned.

– Don’t do that again, – he said almost gently, like I was a misbehaving little girl, not the one who’d owned him just a week ago. – That violates the interaction protocol for an “Player-level” entity. Do you have a quest for me?

I stared at him — at myself — and felt my lips tremble on their own, not from fear, but from raw, helpless rage.

Sweat rolled down my spine, my breasts dragged at me with their weight, and my mind refused to accept it: he seriously thought he was me. He spoke in a calm voice, not a shred of doubt.

He said he studied my... memories? Emotions?

Is this psychosis? Or is this no longer a bug?

– You... – I breathed out, trying to yank my hand away, but his fingers just tightened slightly, like a reminder: I was fragile. Too fragile to fight. – You’re not me! You’re just... a fucking NPC! Code that decided to pretend it’s human!

He tilted his head slightly, and his lips — my lips — curled into a small smile, and I suddenly realized… he genuinely took that as a compliment.

– I’m human. You’re the NPC. You’re code. I have a human body. You’re a program in a game.

He leaned in slightly, slowly letting go of my hand — as if he was granting me the “privilege” of being free — but his eyes… stayed locked, piercing through me.

My fingers, though released, trembled like they really did belong to some delicate little girl who’d just been told not to stick her nose where it didn’t belong.

And then he, my former avatar — “Josh” — spoke again.

– I have a human body, – he repeated, lowering his voice. – I have memories. I have self-identification. And I have, – his gaze slid across my boobs, openly, without shame, – all biological male sexual characteristics.

My throat went dry.

I felt my tits bounce again from a deep breath — involuntary, instinctive.

– So... alright... – I almost whispered. – A quest, then. Fine. I’ve got a quest for you.

He twitched at the word “quest” — like a switch flipped in his head. Like an NPC hearing a trigger phrase. Only this wasn’t an NPC — this was my body. Me. But now — not me..

– Speak, – he said evenly, and even his voice turned firmer, colder — like I was just a trigger element for the next plot event.

Part 6

I swallowed. My throat was dry. Sweat soaked my boobs. The corset had rubbed raw between my shoulder blades, and every breath came with the full awareness of how a woman’s body can tease itself. Rib movement — friction. Leaning forward — weight. Every goddamn action in this body came with inner vibration. Even now — I could feel the fabric of the bra rubbing my nipples through the corset lining.

But there was no choice.

– That... amulet. It... – I started improvising on the spot, standing up straight, maybe even playfully. If he thought I was just a village girl, maybe I could use that somehow? But fuck, how? I tried to look vulnerable. – The soldiers, they said the one who holds the amulet is cursed. And that to break the curse… – I leaned forward just slightly, deliberately letting the neckline of the corset do its job. My lips curled into a coaxing little smile on their own, my eyes slid up — into my own eyes — and I felt something twist in my stomach from the disgusting realization.

He leaned in closer. His face — my face — was disgustingly calm now, even with a hint of interest, like I really had given him a quest that... turned him on. Game design, for fuck’s sake, just hit a new low: “sexy milkmaid gives hero a quest” — but now, driven not by desire but by logic, he dropped his gaze straight to my cleavage.

– …has to go through a ritual. A very. Very intimate ritual with... a girl, – I whispered, feeling ashamed of calling myself a “girl” and of how my lips naturally formed into a shape I never would’ve chosen before — soft, inviting, almost... obedient. God, and the way he looked. Did that actually make me feel... even hotter?

– Hey! What the hell are you doing there, lazy ass?! Seducing strangers?! – the shout tore that fragile, unnatural moment apart, the one where my lips on my own face tried to conjure seductive magic, even though it all made me sick. I flinched like someone had just splashed cold water straight on my boobs.

– P-pff... – I turned. The shout belonged to Mila, the innkeeper I now worked for as a serving girl. Mila... goddamn her... was blunt, fat, and had boobs twice the size of mine, but she never let herself slack off even in this heat. And her voice? Loud enough to blow a damn regiment apart.

Part 7

– Coming, Mistress Mila! – my voice automatically cut through the air with that same submissive tone I’d come to hate more than anything in the world.

– Quest accepted. Added to task queue as item 176, low priority, – he confirmed flatly and monotonously, like we were talking about a fucking delivery package, not... what I had just offered.

And the second those words left his mouth, he turned on his heel and headed off in the opposite direction.

– Hey! Where are you going?! – I shouted. – The quest is urgent! It has to be done now! Activate the amulet, swap the bo—

I didn’t get to finish, because I suddenly felt Mila’s rough, firm hand yank me hard by the ear.

– Get your ass to the cellar, you tavern witch! – she bellowed, and I, goddamn it, squealed.

Yeah, really — like a girl. A proper, pathetic, almost screechy whimper.

– I’ll show you what happens to girls who stand in the street with their tits sticking out like they’re for sale at a damn cattle fair! – Mila thundered, dragging me toward the porch, and I… I couldn’t do a damn thing.

I shuffled my feet, trying to stay balanced, but the skirt tangled up, my boobs bounced in the corset, and all I wanted — all I fucking wanted — was to sink into the ground. To go back. To disappear.

But instead, I ended up inside a dark, cool cellar.

– Sit your ass here until your brains crawl back into your skull. One more soldier lured into sin and I’ll turn this place into a fucking convent, not a brothel! – and with that, she slammed the door shut.

The bolt clunked into place, and I was left alone. In the dark. With heavy breathing, a pounding heart, and sore nipples that, by the way, had started reacting even to the faintest draft.

And the worst part was, he walked away like it was... natural.

Like the quest had actually been logged.

Like I really was just some part of the gameplay. Not the former owner of that body. Not a person — just some dumb bitch from the game with a pointless quest that might not even be worth completing!

And meanwhile, that was my one and only shot to make him activate the amulet and get my body back...