Super Smash Sucker
Kirby, the pink spherical puff with the big smile from Nintendo’s popular game series, wore no smile today as once again he sat idle in the virtual space of Super Smash Bros Ultimate. It had become a regular occurring routine the last half year. His dark-skinned, fit-as-a-fiddle, handsomely groomed gaming master Tyson, who had mained Kirby throughout his entire life with the Smash series, left the game sitting lonesomely on as he went to take care of more life pressing matters. He simply had no time for gaming anymore, which upset Kirby. He missed his joyful times busting heads and sucking up foes with Tyson. All that was left for him now was exchanging blank stares across the stage towards another idle opponent, today’s being another pink puffball named Jigglypuff from the Pokemon series.
Kirby had emotionally reached his peak and while staring at the mindless, content Jigglypuff more than happy to just mosey about with a gigantic smirk, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He wanted to be with Tyson however he could, have him experience the same joyful connection they once shared. But how? Kirby didn’t know much about intimacy outside of the friendship he felt for some of his other fellow characters, but with Tyson it was different. Kirby wished to be even closer with him, but all he had as a means to that would be to…
SUCK HIM UP!
It went off like a lightbulb in his head, the pink ball bouncing up and down against his programming and facing the outside world of Tyson’s through the TV screen. Kirby knew his connection with him was strong, strong enough that it could break any barrier. He would get to him, suck him up and never let go! Where as sucking up his opponents never meant more than a means to victory for Kirby before, it seemed far more special when the thought of doing it to Tyson came to mind. Giggling with glee, a smile returning to his face, Kirby mustered up all his positive energy and leaped towards the visage of his gamer master sulking away at a table in his living room.
Tyson had just woken up and was downing his morning cup of coffee in nothing but his boxers, feeling his usual overwhelmed, mopey self. He had hoped to play some Smash Bros, but the motivation had left rather quick as the mountain of work and responsibilities that awaited him today wracked his mind. His face looked poised to be stuck in a frown all day, until a bright light filled the space of his living room, shocking him out of his seat. Surprised, he saw the pink stubby-limbed Kirby emerge from his TV and plop onto the coffee table in the room.
Tyson was confused and riddled with anxiety, Kirby babbling on in a language he couldn’t quite understand. Despite the glistening joy shown in Kirby’s vertical oval eyes and rosy marked cheeks, he was not feeling the same emotional lift Kirby had expected. He looked worried more than anything, the only smile being sported a nervous one. Kirby would not lament though, he knew exactly how to communicate his feelings to Tyson. So with a mighty inhale—delivered with more passion and intensity than ever shown before—Kirby sucked Tyson right up, his master trying his best to grab hold of something as he was drawn in.
Kirby wasted no time after feeling Tyson settle in his filled interior to start decompressing, to absorb as he had so many times before. They would be together, as one! And it was working beautifully, the more Kirby’s body crunched downward onto Tyson, the more their thoughts began to mingle. Kirby was coming into alignment, understanding now the struggles and worries of his master, all the things he couldn’t understand before coming in crystal clear as human speech and culture imprinted on his mind. He felt sad for Tyson, joy having been ripped away from his life, but Kirby knew his own heavy dose of happiness was just what he needed.
Though there was something different about this absorption Kirby could sense, his own body starting to cling and deform into a costume fit around Tyson’s body. Their jostling, merging minds, driven by the intimate feelings Kirby held for Tyson were creating not a one-sided fusion, but a joint one. Both were equals in Kirby’s heart, and he let as much of Tyson in as he poured of himself out. The mental chaos soon waned though, Kirby’s face aligning with Tyson and clinging to it tight, fusing with the skin as a gummy, outer shell. The same happened all across his body, Kirby’s small form having stretched to fit the taller human mold. All the features of Tyson’s body began to reveal themselves across the pink encasement, the musculature coming in, limbs straightening out, Tyson’s usual hairdo materializing. Most joyous of all though, is that Kirby and Tyson could feel a swell of passion within their shared dick, its erect shape rising from the tightening pink veil.
Kirson’s face clenched as he felt it pulled taut and new features overlayed onto the old while simultaneously feeling the old push forth. It was an odd mixture, the same jawline, sharper eyes, and chiseled nose forming, but with pupils becoming more pure black with a blue reflection, and his cheeks puffing a bit more. His mouth was undergoing the most extreme change, the material that had covered him entering his mouth and yanking it wider and wider as it fit itself like a glove on his gaping maw. All his teeth started to poke through the material, looking more pearly white than ever. Then with a final large yank his jaw was unhinged, and his mouth pulled wider, the layer of the pink skin within his mouth popping and letting free his voice as a rapturous moan.
Mouth opened more extensively than humanly possible, Kirson felt his bone structure change around his jaw and cheekbones, allowing for more give like the mouth of a snake, only one that could open horizontally with just as little effort. It made for a wonderfully large smile as Kirson settled from the transformation, joy brimming through him just as he expected. He continued to grin as a hand he hadn't even noticed wander off stroked his throbbing dick faster and faster.
“Yeah, yeah… This is what I’ve been missing,” Kirson, now a fully pink skinned humanoid Kirby version of his old self, proudly muttered. He was fulfilled at last, finally happy, filled with a radiant almost childlike enthusiasm. “Oh it’s coming! Oh, oh yes!”
The build in excitement brought small spurts forth from his cock, the anticipation building as he ran short of breath. Being that Kirby was apart of him now, he was driven by instinct to inhale, his mouth stretching wide like the little pink puffball, a breathy moan carrying with it as he did. The air rushing in inflated his cock further, making the pretty pink mushroom head swell and fill his polishing grip. Kirson closed his mouth and gulped, finally forcing the pressure within him out through his cock, an eruption of white, sticky fluids slamming into the palm covering his tip, bits squirting out through the openings between his fingers. There was still some lingering inside ready to be unleashed, so he inhaled yet again.
Unknown to Kirson, a curious Jigglypuff, the same that had been uninterested in doing anything but sit around in Smash Bros, was poking its head out from the nearby TV. It had seen what had happened with Kirby and was stirred out of its own programming. As it peaked further out at the naked, masturbating pink man before it, it felt a strong current of air suddenly grab hold.
“Jigglypuff!?” It cried out as it was dragged into the inescapable pull of Kirson’s suction. Landing into his mouth, it was then consumed, Kirson unable to stop his gulp despite the surprise of a large spherical mass entering him.
Kirson then arched back, an intense pleasure coursing through him, his cock jettisoning out more thick spunk as a swell of new confusing feelings and mental urges swirled about his head. Another presence had entered him, an unexpected one, a curious one, a… feminine one.
He suddenly felt the confusion in his mind coalesce, his identity being pounded with mental estrogen and flowery thoughts that mingled with the joyous, boyish energy, creating a sort of flamboyant, tomboy persona. This new being wished to be heard, wanted to cry out in its own voice. With a sudden crushing of their Adam apple it was granted its wish, a flurry of elated, chipper moans spilling out as their body began to contort and change form. Their bones quickly shrank into a slender, more compact shape, body cracking, arching, and sloping into a more slim, shapely state. A lot of their mass was leaving them, but some of the masculine energy remained, tenderizing their strong musculature into a toned, still fit, effeminate build.
Jiyby inhaled with pleasure as she felt a kinetic warmth spread throughout her pleasure centers. Her nipples erect, dick unloading, prostate quaking. She inhaled harder and faster, the air pooling into key places in her body. Where the air gathered, muscle and fat mingled, inflating together in harmonious rhythms. Her ass and chest blew up like balloons, all the materials materializing inside them hovering as if in zero gravity as she closed her mouth and held for a few moments. It was such a pleasant sensation she wanted to hold onto it for as long as she could. She could feel her already feminine waist and arching spine trembling as if they wished to crunch inward once more, tiptoeing her to the edge of release. There was no going back, so she swallowed, her core snapping in further with a loud crack that rode on the waves of her cheerfully crazed screams.
The process was quick and fierce, her chest and ass gaining full physical firmness as they clenched and kicked about, their physical forms bring a delightful weight to her body. Both areas jiggled in excitement before exploding out in size once more. Each breast swirled in circular motions with every expanding hop they gave, reaching nearly the size of her own head before finally sagging into a more firm, drooping position. They had become so large that her torso snapped wide at the top and her back muscles and shoulders brimmed with extra strength in order to display the pink melons with as much grace as possible. Her nipples too had swollen, becoming large, dark-pink, strawberry sized treats—as erect as her cock below.
Jiyby’s cock had been spurting wild ever since her giant gulp, unable to resist the enticement surrounding it as both thighs bloated into strong, fatty tree trunks. Each powerful growth pounding them crushed her dick further as it soon became a feeble worm desperately gasping for air, sinking further down the tightly clamped trench. She could feel something odd reforming inside her as her dick shrank, slurping up her balls, tugging at her prostate. It was as if her thighs and ass were muscles helping spur the process forward, each tug being accompanied by a firm clench from both, her ass only growing further. There was an emptiness growing within, a black hole for which nothing masculine left on her could escape.
Howling in bliss, Jiyby came one last ferocious load while her dick was sucked into that black hole and a mouth opened wide down below in its wake, inhaling fresh air flowing through the new gap between her thighs. She immediately sent one hand towards this new, salivating slit and fingered hard, wishing nothing more than to drown in the pleasures of her awakened body. She gave one last inhale, her lower legs and ass hit with one last growth spurt, making the slopes of her body truly a sprawling landscape of harsh, thick femininty. Her bloating ass cheeks were the stuff of legends, a booty so large that it looked like two Kirby sized masses strapped onto her. They had a ton of lift as well, perky as fuck and making her torso from behind seem smaller in length than it actually was. Her legs were massive to accommodate for this, rivaling the greats of other thunder thighs like Chun-Li, though without being as visibly chiseled.
Harder and faster she fingered, satisfied at last as the nirvana she sought finally came. A blanketing white washed over her mind and her body tensed all over. While pissing out clear fluids in a steady stream from her snatch, the table she was seated on broke under her weight and movements. She fell onto her chest and knees, her breasts dragging on the floor enticingly as she fingered every last bit of fulfillment she could muster out of her squirting pussy.
While she rode the waves of an orgasm, her face, while keeping the aesthetic workings in the mouth and cheeks of the Kirby that had started this all, took on a more female appearance. Longer lashes, plucked eyebrows, a narrow nose and plump lips. Her hair grew out a tad and became a pink, wild and moppy pixie cut that framed her face well. Her grin never lost its cheerful energy as she came once more, her hand delivering a harsh tug at her clit.
After a few minutes, the pink beauty rose from her stupor and giggled at the mess she had just made.
“Well I certainly wasn’t expecting that!” she delightfully admitted. “But I’m not going to complain with the results.”
She stretched out her new body before heading towards the kitchen.
“Sucking off like that really works up a girls appetite.” She said, giggling at the end. She then spotted a giant cake in the fridge that said Happy Birthday.
“Oh my gosh that’s right! It’s my birthday! Hee, in more ways than one. What a happy coincidence.”
She was astounded at how doom and gloom she had felt this morning, but through the miracle that had happened to her she was ready to take on the world with a new positivity and adventurous drive. There was a whole world of possibilities open to her she realized as she flexed one of her arms in a empowering posture, gritting her teeth playfully. She then widened her mouth in typical Kirby fashion and sucked in the birthday cake.
There really was no point going into work today of all days, her birthday, so Jiyby plopped down on the couch and poised herself for some Super Smash Bros Ultimate. Kirby was no longer in her version so she went for her other main Snake. With a thirsty smile she gazed at the characters firm bottom held within a tight bodysuit.
“I’d looove to suck on that treat, heheh.”
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