Juri's Big Update
--Artwork by Oopartz Yang--
Vega and Juri, two perverts, two rivals, both fully aware they were nothing but data within a video game. Despite their sentience about their rather straightforward existence within the fighting game of Street Fighter IV, they were content with their lives. Though lately it seemed they were being thrown into combat with each other far too often for each of their tastes. The human players within the real world seemed dead set on making the two constantly clash.
Tensions between the two came to a boil after their most recent match within the unseen dwellings the characters inhabited in the virtual space. Juri had called Vega a pervert one too many times for his liking and he snapped at her, challenging her to a fight outside the parameters of a normal conflict in-game, which was strictly against the rules as laid out by the the gods who programmed them, Capcom.
Juri, the playful, sadistic seductress that she was, was overjoyed to see Vegas so pissed off to the point of rebellion. She taunted the blond theatrical villain with her own brand of villainy.
They sparred briefly in the dressing area, Vega at one point finally pinning Juri to the ground and taunting her, much to the joy of jury herself who began to lick her chops. She mocked Vega for always lusting after her secretly to which Vega denied. She insisted that he found her far too intriguing to ignore and before kicking herself free of his grasp mentioned a special update from Capcom that was given to her that was planned to be revealed with the next game.
Juri could care less about the update personally but she thought Vega could make better use of the gift. She then gave him a shock via a sharp pinned injection into his neck. Juri than made a casual getaway out the door, telling Vega who was struggling on the ground in pain to, “Have fun pervert.”
Before Vega could even pursue her his body was seized buy a rattling seizure of warmth, the pain quickly subsiding and giving way to an electric pleasure. Weak in the knees, Vega worked himself back up to his feet, stabilizing himself on a nearby counter next to a mirror. He could feel something was wrong with his body.
The pleasure was impossible to ignore and his mind began to wander. As he stared intently at his reflection in the mirror he noticed his bulk and musculature fading away, not completely, but becoming leaner and slimmer. His body was so hot that he took off his shirt. It was worse than he thought. His body looked far more supple now and was becoming more slender and sleek, yet there was still a layer of toned muscle packed on. It was however, a far cry from his perfectly carved physique from before.
Sensual shoulders and delightful dips on his arms emerged from the thick visage of manliness he had worked years to perfect. His torso caved inward, the heavy pounds of flesh he had left packing themselves into a tighter package, so slim his ribcage pressed visibly against the skin.
His body shuddered in uncontrollable ecstasy with each passing moment. It was a pleasure Vega initially wished to stop, but found himself gradually capitulating to. His mind was starting to adjust and welcome it, finally realizing what was happening to him, how much of a gift it was that Juri, no, Capcom had given him.
Firm, log-sized thighs became toned, trim, thigh meat and brutish, raised calves lost their mass and melded into flexible,lean limbs above his new refined feet. Yes, his feet were truly a delight, feeling more articulate than before, as if he had more control over them. They felt like a second pair of hands, smooth yet robust hands—still as large as his feet from before.
Wiggling his toes, Vega began to moan, his body nudging forward and pressing against the mirror as he continued to eye his own reflection, noticing his face morphing into that which his mind was slowly succumbing to. Against his better judgment, seeing the body that was coming forth brought out the worst of his perversions, making him susceptible to this devious yet delightful gift, making him susceptible to her.
Vega was becoming Juri. Body and mind.
He cursed, not out of frustration, but of pleasure, his voice cracking and fading until it was devoured by the sultry vocals of Juri herself. This visual update, this gift from Capcom was all for her, and she couldn’t wait to see the results.
As her hips snapped wider, her tight, trained buttox began to finally form, swelling out from the thick, flat mass of flesh left behind by Vega, whose face was all but devoured by Juri’s carnal features, sharp pig-tailed hair and sharp eyes that plunged into her own reflection like daggers. Her perverse intent was written on her face and she quickly began to make out with her own reflection.
Vega’s clothes began to shift about on her body like wispy water, transforming into a new pair of garments. The familiar, modified tae-kown-do clothes of Juri soon appeared.
To her further delight, she felt her cock shrinking and being slurped up by a fresh slit that had opened up between her legs. She sent one of her hands into the fresh folds, eagerly playing with herself as it departed. All the while she kept herself steady with her other hand while still making out with herself, one leg up on the counter as she began to really get into it.
Her moans escalated, as did the fingering of her slit. As a mighty climax built up inside her, bubbling to the surface, the real prize, her gifts from capcom, began to grow.
What started out as a pair of fair, mild-sized breasts, typical of Juri, soon began to swell far past their typical programmed limits. It seemed Juri had been given a form of DLC for the next game, a bigger rack with which to attack the eyes and hearts of her fanbase.
Juri gave out a maniacal laugh as the fleshy globes expanded out far beyond the point that her top could contain. She slipped it off and awaited the final release. They felt heavy on her body, sagging wonderfully as their perkiness faded. They swayed gracefully off her chest the more they expanded, until finally they reached the breaking point and gave one final heave. At this moment, Juri felt sweet release down below as well, her hands becoming soaked in accepting fluids, her long, clawed nails digging harshly inside her, much to her enjoyment.
As Juri basked in the moment, she gave one of her breasts a squeeze and intensely stared at the heavy sacks of feminine pride resting on one of her arms. Quite the visual update.
“Ha ha! Thanks Capcom!”
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