Champion Makeover

--artwork by akr et-- “Are the preparations complete?” a well-dressed older gentleman gravely.

His question was addressed to his peers, seated around the wooden table they found themselves at; all were crammed into a plain and sparsely-decorated boardroom.

They all appeared more like a board of directors of a law firm or some big-time marketing company strategizing in a conference room than the heads of a Pokémon League committee; they took the allure and image of the League they oversaw seriously. Right now they had an image problem.

The general public had been growing less interested in the current Pokémon League champion over the last year. Showings of the matches taking place in the Elite Four and against the champion were losing viewership and public appearances were out of the question with this champion. There was barely a fandom to speak of; the public hated this new champ and it was risking the continued existence of the organization and business that had grown up around the league.

The board understood they needed things to change—they needed a new champ, and they needed one fast. Who would the kids look up to and who would the public admire and fawn over? Much of the profit seen to keep the Pokémon League running always came from endorsements of the champion and fandom that would develop around them. This new champ however, was arrogant, snotty, foul-mouthed, and mistreated his Pokémon. They couldn’t afford to let him reign any longer.

But they had a plan… a plan to create the perfect champion.

“Yes, sir, the machine we installed in the uploading docks in the Hall of Fame should be fully functional,” one board member replied quietly.

All they needed to do was wait for a worthy champion to emerge victorious against the current one. What the newcomer was like was irrelevant—anyone who took him down would receive the same treatment. They had pooled a ton of their resources into the device they had developed for this moment. Today it seemed a worthy successor might have arrived; he was about to fight the champ.

As the two opponents engaged in Pokémon combat, the committee could tell the male challenger was pure and commendable. It was a shame he’d have to fall victim to their machine, but it was the only way they could ensure a long-term unsoiled champion. They had pooled a ton of resources into the machine they had developed. The Hall of Fame, where after one became champion they would upload their and their Pokémon’s information to be permanently displayed in the Hall of Fame, proof of their place in history, had been the target of some… slight adjustments by the League committee.

This time when the new champ uploaded their Pokémon they would be genetically modified and mentally fine tuned into the respectable diva champion they had programmed. They named their hopefully soon to be created champ Cynthia. She was a seductive bombshell of a woman, the perfect presence for a big time celebrity, and she would retain all her elite Pokémon battle skills as well. More importantly—while she would certainly be aware of her skills and would adore any attention thrown at her—she was kind hearted and respectful. A true larger-than-life character and the perfect public face of the Pokémon League. Could it really be said to even be cheating, given that they wouldn’t be giving her any unfair advantages? The committee had made sure the mental overwrite would create a champion like no other, whose knowledge of combat and strategy was unrivaled by any other living trainer.

The intention was clear; to make a long-reigning, immaculate, grand Pokémon League Champion.

The committees hearts raced as they all heard the visual monitor in the office announce, “New Pokémon League Champion! Bradley!” The moment had finally arrived. All the board members shook hands and roared in excitement over their new champ. Soon they flicked an image onto the monitor, one showing the Hall of Fame chamber. It was time to watch the birth of their Cynthia.

Bradley entered the room slowly to give himself time to fully soak it in. He had done it, reached his life’s dream! He felt the embrace of the shimmering white walls surrounding him, adorned with transitioning images of Pokémon League champions and their Pokémon companions of the past. He thought fondly of the idea that future champs would look up in awe at his own image displayed amongst this archive of victors.

With a grin that just would not leave him, he approached the circular torus-shaped counter in the middle of the room wrapped around a large white reflective pillar. It was the loading station where Bradley and every Pokémon champion before him had logged their names into history.

“I can’t believe it! I’m finally here…” Bradley said, choking a little as his emotions took over. He started placing his Poké balls onto the glowing counter top, but before placing his last one he took one final look around the room and took a deep breath.  After the last ball was positioned all of them were whisked away as they were digitized, off to be scanned and uploaded before returning to him shortly. Except his Pokémon weren’t returning.

Confused over what might be taking so long, Bradley noticed a small display in front of him with large bold text. The text read:

FOR NEW CHAMPIONS. WE HAVE A NEW LOGGING PROCESS. PLEASE PLACE YOUR HANDS ONTO THE DESIGNATED MARKERS ON THE TABLE.

Huh, alright then, Bradley thought before placing both his hands onto hand-shaped silhouettes on the digital table top. Wonder why they’re doing this now? The moment both hands met the warm surface he found them being suctioned cleanly onto the glass. Clear pane encasements covered his hands and secured him tightly to the table. Before he had time to react, cuffs latched onto his feet as well, connected to sturdy metallic ropes.

“Aghn! What the hell?” he demanded. As he struggled against his shackles he yelled out to anyone who may have been monitoring, “What’s the meaning of this!? Let me go! What did I do!?”

He began rationalizing that perhaps he was under arrest for something he was mistaken for doing. Why was this happening? All he did was win at the Pokémon League!

No response came and as he struggled in vain against his restraints a searing heat filled Bradley’s body. It started at the panels his hands were pressed upon. He felt shockwaves ripple through his body every few seconds or so as the heat in his hands began to slowly spread up the length of his arms and throughout his entire self.

Suddenly he felt his entire body tense and start to vibrate. His arms and legs trembled as he felt them changing, his pelvis creaking and cracking into a new shape. His wails of agony did nothing to halt the strange feeling taking hold of him. At the same time his hip snapped once more, forcing more space between his legs, he collapsed onto his knees and his back arched forward. His head kicked up as he moaned out in pain.

His bottom lifted a bit and his thighs swelled. As his ass cheeks bloated in size he collapsed to his knees, his hands still glued to the tabletop. W-whats happening to me!? he cried out in his mind as he slowly became numb to the forces of pain firing through him. It was almost beginning to feel pleasant… but why would he think that?

A few spasms to his hands and feet and he felt them collapse down into a smaller, more delicate frame. Aside from the swelling of his thighs, his legs had trimmed down considerably, his lower body looking very, very feminine. He had actually shrunk a bit in height as well, though his new shapely legs filled out his jeans tight.

Next he felt his shoulders pull downward as they took on more of a slope while his neck pulled up. Bradley’s voice cracked before softening into a loud mature womanly voice.

His mind was going crazy, he felt his sense of self fading fast! New thoughts and desires probed his mind as he was slowly reprogrammed into the suitable League champion, the same thoughts fueling his enjoyment of the transformation. His lips twitched and filled out into a thick, plushy form and curled into a wobbly smile in delight. As Bradley moaned in pleasure his face contorted and reshaped into that of a striking beauty. His exquisite boney fingers writhed about inside their encasements as he wished for more.

The champions eyes opened wide as a rush of unbidden thoughts destroyed what little was left of Bradley and left a wholly new person in its wake. He only thought of himself as one person now, Cynthia, and SHE knew what her duty was. She had to weather this storm, become complete… become the perfect Pokémon League champion. It’s what she was created for.

“Ahn! Ohh, hoh yes! My masters! Am I good? D-Do I please you!?” Cynthia called out to her creators she was sure were watching her change.

A moment later, Cynthia’s dick violently tugged inward and she screamed out in bliss as she felt it twist and unfold against her flesh into a cavity inside her body, leaving only a thin slit behind.

“Ohhh fuck yes! I’m almost complete!”

Cynthia’s hair cascaded down her backside, growing extremely long, curling on the sides in areas, especially at the end above her butt as it did. Her originally brown hair became bleached in a blonde color, her hair shining in the light.

Cynthia’s tummy gurgled and stiffened as she felt a buildup of feminine muscle tightening her core. She looked oh so desirable and she knew it, drooling a bit hoping for an even greater gift to come. And come it did as her sides snapped in, her female outline nearly complete; her breasts became the focus of all the remaining heat. It focused hard on her tits, growing them out slowly but surely with each large gasping breath from Cynthia.

They grew heavier and heavier, sagging down against her shirt, pulling the shirt’s opening around her neck lower and lower down, the bottom higher and higher on her stomach. It was as if her breasts were eating the shirt beneath them. With one final kick her breasts filled out completely to a modest size and Cynthia was complete.

She felt sweet release unlike anything she’d ever felt as a man, her legs smacking together as her restraints released. She fell against the counter and cried out, “Ohnnn! Ohh yes! Ahn... I am… the champion…”

Indeed she was and her creators had made her quite the alluring one at that. As Cynthia rubbed her fingers between her legs against her agitated pussy beneath her wet jeans, a door opened in the Hall of Fame chamber and all the board members entered the room to surround her.

“Cynthia, dear, did it work?” one man asked.

Cynthia smiled and seductively replied, “Of course it did, my master. You’ve created the perfect champion. Hee hee.”

She was nothing but their obedient League champion, their slave. However she clearly had a mind of her own, her own personality and interests. It was programmed though, a fictional personality given solid form.

Her creators gave her some more appropriate clothing to add to her flair. She still wore some grey jeans, though her black shirt was sported more of a deep V-neck, showing off her bountiful cleavage. She had a long sleeved thin coat on with black furry cuffs at the ends of the sleeves. She also wore a similar black furry designed scarf around her neck as well as some stylish black teardrop shaped hair ornaments a bit above each ear. She looked fashionable, yet approachable.

With a confident gaze she was ready to start her long reign as Pokémon league champion, as a shining example of the exemplary trainer. She became an instant celebrity, the most popular champion ever to grace the Pokémon league. She was kind and engaging with her fans, but fierce and methodical in combat. Of course she was also fiercely loyal to her masters as well. They knew she would never betray their words so they gave her as much free reign on her off time as she liked, able to live her life as she wanted… within reason.

Unbeknownst to her creators though, Cynthia was becoming a bit independent in a certain aspect. She knew how to bend the rules when she could and this was an easy rule to break.

Cynthia screamed out in bliss as she was fucked mercilessly against the wall by an adoring fan she had invited backstage at an event. She was riding his cock up and down, her back against the wall as he held her body up by the legs, her perfect heart-shaped ass thwacking against the man’s body each time he forced his length into her.

“Oh yes, you hungry man!” she wailed. “Ahn! Oh! How does your champion feel! Oh yes! Give it to me!

Her creators had told her not to become hitched with anyone, fan or not. They needed her to remain an unsoiled idol. Not that it meant too much to her-lately, Cynthia had been simply getting some action on the side. She wasn’t planning on hitching up with anyone; these were mere expendable fans giving a lady what she desired, so technically she hadn’t been disallowed to do it.

Hey, a woman has needs, she reasoned.

As she cleaned herself off from her wild ride she gazed in the mirror at her flawless body.

“Hee hee, the masters must be so pleased. I’m perfection incarnate,” she commented to herself as she began fingering herself to her own image, her free hand planted hard against the mirror. “Yes… oh! Unrivaled, unbeatable…”

Cynthia was growing even more and more pleased with herself every day, which began affecting her perception of what her fans and masters meant to her. She slowly began bending more and more of her programmed rules. It would seem that her creators had forgotten to program some self-control into their Cynthia. She was as popular as ever but she was becoming more stuck up and demanding around her creators, but never going so far as to completely disobey them. She was much too hard-wired for even her recent showings of independence to cause her to fully break free from her programming.

They contemplated the idea of replacing her with a new champion if it got too out of hand yet no one could ever beat her. Despite the problems she was showing, she kept her persona intact out in public. She knew how to play the game. They indeed created the perfect Pokémon league champion; unrivaled in beauty, larger than life, crafty, unbeatable.