The Will to Win

 

Artwork - Jamrolypoly

“Hell yeah! Beat ya again scrub! Damn, you are such a lightweight man. Think you got a chance at a heavy hitter like me?”

His words stung, but Marcus’ friend was right, he sucked at this game. The game was Guilty Gear, a fighting game, his friend’s favorite genre of gaming. He wasn’t the best at them by any stretch, but he enjoyed them. Well, except whenever his friend challenged him. This was one of his worst performances yet and he slouched in embarrassment.

“You thought you had me with that Baiken character didn’t ya?” His friend continued. “Thought you could surprise me with a new character. No way man, you got nothing! Ha ha. Nothing!”

“Alright, alright… cut it out man.” Marcus said, trying his best to shrug off his friend’s laughter. He knew he shouldn’t let it get the best of him, but it was so hard when he never shut up.

“I’m surprised your scrawny ass can even hold up that controller, let alone grip it!”

“Dude, what’s your problem? Fuck off!”

Suddenly Marcus froze on the couch feeling a ringing in his head, which was then followed by a voice.

He’s right. You’re pathetic!

Marcus clutched his chest, feeling his breathing labor. He took it as his friend’s voice at first, but it couldn’t be. It had his same brash sounding demeanor but came across as a masculine woman.

It makes me sick you used me for such a pitiful battle, the voice in his head said. To lose like that? I won’t have it!

Marcus’ friend’s voice started to muffle as he fixated on the strange voice talking to him within his mind, replying back to it.

Who said that? He thought.

Idiot! It’s me, Baiken! It replied. After it finished, an intense heat began to well up inside him.

“Wait, what? What are you, gh! T-Talking about…” Marcus said aloud, his hands grabbing the game controller shaking along with the rest of him. His friend noticed and asked him what was up, but all Marcus could focus on in the moment was Baiken’s commanding voice.

You heard me… It’s Baiken! And I want my damn rematch!

“Guh aahhh! AAAAGHH!!” Marcus screamed out, his insides boiling and entire body throbbing.

“Woah, you okay man?” the friend asked reaching for him before having one of Marcus’ hand smack him away.

The friend didn’t know what to make of the situation, but grew very concerned once he saw Marcus’ hands pulsating and shifting, growing bigger before his eyes. They also seemed to become more delicate in their contours despite the increasing thickness. The one gripping the controller looked like it had the strength of a vice, the plastic crackling and popping, the thumb on the face button pushing it inward into its socket.

“Wha, What are you d-doing to my bah--ahdy?” Marcus loudly groaned as he felt all the muscle in his body flexing and the fat surrounding it squirming.

If you’re not ready to put it all on the line, you don’t belong on a battlefield. Baiken answered with angry snark.

“Gaaah! OOOOOHH! NOOO!!” Marcus moaned, losing control of his body, feeling it all buckle under a bursting pleasure. His friend backed up in shock, seeing his clutched hands snap the controller in two before tossing it aside as if it were worthless scrap.

“Dude, what the fuck is going?” The friend yelled, unsure of what to do as he watched Marcus squirm on the couch, his body shifting in weird manners as he could swear his scrawny stature was growing. His face made confused contortions as drool trickled from his gritted mouth.

Trying to work up the courage, the friend approached Marcus and tried to grab hold of him, but Marcus bucked and shrieked, scaring him back. The sound of snapping bones rang out, as he watched his body arc dramatically, his spine shifting into a more defined curve. He then recoiled backwards onto the couch, his hips following the call by snapping wider, creating a larger thigh-gap between his knee-locked legs. Quickly after his shoulders slumped, both of them dragged down into finer slopes by the tug of his transforming skeletal structure.

“What… What the hell is happening to you?” the friend shakily asked.

“I, don’t, gaahn! I d-don’t knoHOOOH FUCK!” Marcus moaned in reply, thrashing about as his gut flattened throughout several inward tugs.

You just sat there and let that piece of shit keep laughing. Baiken said, fuming over the loss to Marcus’ friend. It’s time I take the lead.

“I’m s-sorreee--ah! Ahhh!” Marcus apologized, having it fall on deaf ears as the changes continued, the sides of his torso crashing in towards a more feminine shape.

As the friend surveyed over Marcus he noticed some strange clothing begin to appear seemingly out of nowhere on him. A black greave began to cover his left hand and forearm underneath his long-sleeved shirt. More surreal was seeing his socks wriggle and deform as they changed into a pair of boot-like sandals with black armor that ran up to the calves. Marcus’ belt as well looked alive, unfastening itself and coiling around his torso as it turned from a shade of black to pink. The surface of the leather belt slacked as it transitioned into a softer material, looking more like a sash as it finished wrapping around Marcus’ flexing core.

The friend was in awe at what seemed like magic, the man’s blue shirt turning bone-white and the right sleeve loosening and draping down as it opened wider. Underneath the left sleeve something seemed to be squirming, something Marcus seemed to be reacting to with grunts of pain. It subsided for a brief moment though, but was followed by a barrage of bulk onto his slim frame. Every muscle on Marcus’ body was bulging against his jeans and shirt--feminine abs pressing against the sash, biceps peaking against the cotton and bloating thighs straining denim. As if to bring his body reprieve, the collar of his shirt began to dip into a deeper v-neck, and the now sagging opening in his left sleeve fell like a curtain.

“Oh god this p-power! Ahn, nooo! It’s too much! Make it staaahh! STOP!” Marcus yelled, his body surging with strength out of his control.

Blah, blah, blah! You talk too much! Baiken mocked. Does anyone actually give a crap about your ridiculous complaints? I know I sure don’t.

Marcus’ arms seemed to settle--slender, but filled with far more definition than he’d ever possessed before. His lower extremities however showed no signs of stopping, surging strength still packing on the extra meat. His ass was swelling into a thick, firm collection of fat mass and clenched muscle, and his legs were hardened into large sculpts of chiseled marble. All this extra mass straining his pants to the limit was distinctly feminine in shape though. It was unmistakable what he was becoming, even more so as the deepening cut to his v-neck revealed burgeoning fat sagging from his chest taking the form of two delectable orbs.

Please stop! I’m sorry! I’m just a loser okay, I’m not worth it! Marcus’ mind pleaded to Baiken.

What? You want me to pity you? Are you gonna beg for mercy until you submit?

The groaning Marcus squirmed underneath his right sleeve yet again, feeling his arm tearing apart. To his shock, three large, talon shaped blades that nearly curled back around on themselves pierced through the shirt, jutting straight out of the arm.

I don’t give a damn if you can’t appreciate the extent of my strength. Baiken scoffed. My will, however, will not be denied.

Marcus gave a long scream of pained pleasure, looking on in shock as the metal talons began to travel down the length of his arm, shredding skin, muscle, bone and cloth to tatters along the way with a numbing force before firing out towards the nearby wall, crashing into the plaster. The claws were carried by a chain-link rope bursting straight out of Marcus’ destroyed arm. Despite the carnage, the gore seemed to dissipate within the fluttering remnants of his sleeve, which began changing shape to match the rest of the clothing it was attached to. It looked similar to the left sleeve, long and draping like that of a kimono, only tattered.

His friend looked over him, realization settling in. The deepening v-neck on Marcus’ shirt was looking more like the folds of a heavy, layered garment. His shirt was lengthening past his hips like a dress as well. Taking it all in it was clear that a kimono was taking shape. The red and black patterns adorning it, coupled with the metal arm he now had was all too familiar. Marcus was becoming Baiken from the video game!

Marcus was whipped into a frenzy yet again, his moans heightening as his chest began to heave several times. With each thrust forward the fat within his breasts surged, filling out their shape and pushing them to larger sizes. They showed no signs of stopping, the squirming man struggling to keep one pressed in with his hand, but was quickly overcome by the embracing pillow of flesh too large to palm. All the while his top continued forming into a loosely opened kimono, allowing for the now hefty boobs to flail about through each explosion of mass. The massive breasts blocked almost all sight of the rest of his body as he gazed down. Closing his eyes and hugging his waist, he could only ride out the moment and let them continue to swell.

The friend could only sit there and watch the giant pair of tits spread the newly formed kimono open, revealing some absolutely terrifying cleavage. A nip-slip revealed the sheer size of those too, giant saucers with erect teats the size of corks. The great fault running down between the breasts bent and swerved as each boob squashed into each other, fighting for dominance alongside each shivering growth. They separated for a brief moment, falling like limp medicine balls to the sides of Marcus as he arched back his head while belting out a climactic cry. The fat rippled across their surface like water while his chest heaved three more times--each time giving the tits a violent, jiggling hop as they reached their final, colossal form.

Marcus appeared spent as he leaned back forward, his new Kimono sleeves sliding a bit off his shoulders. His new tits were as big as melons and felt nearly as heavy, though the new strength in his body made them effortless to bear. Each fruit dangled enticingly down towards his tummy, covering its upper expanse and brushing the top of the sash on his waist with each sway. He felt compelled to touch them, but knew doing so would betray who he was. Besides, the tightening in his jeans was becoming an issue yet again. His legs were throbbing with hardened mass and healthy thickness, each flex creating small tears along the seams.

Shall I rip off your pants? Baiken asked as they willed Marcus’ arm to grip the lip of his pants. I’d like to know what you’ve got under there.

They forced him to pop the button, which in turn loosened the jeans, allowing the zipper to release all the way to its base and provide some breathing room for his enlarging frame. It also exposed a sarashi wrapped around his erect junk, having replaced his boxers. His cock was suffocating under its grip. The sight unimpressed Baiken, and they scoffed while helping wriggle the whimpering boy out of his remaining clothes.

The kimono still materializing around Marcus continued to grow in length down to the heels before they stopped. Black and pink insignia appeared on the long, white drapes cut open like the slit in a dress which exposed his ferociously thick legs still twitching from the overload of power. The slit on the front of his Kimono was so deep it went past his stomach and under the sash, allowing his sweating abs and chest to breathe more freely. It was a relief as his body was blazing hot… so hot… his body looked so hot!

Marcus felt a tug at the base of his dick, something pulling at it from within, followed by a few to his balls as well. He shouldn’t have thought that!

Doesn’t that feel better? Baiken teased, their thoughts now cozying up closer with his. Now hurry up and submit, you wimp!

“Guh, oh god! I can’t! I-I can’t hold it back!”

Marcus moaned in confused bliss while his balls burrowed inside him, flushing every last ounce of their contents into his cock as they nestled themselves deep, reforming into a pair of ovaries. All the while his dick came profusely, each release met with a jerk from his body and another tug to his dick which was now deflating. He palmed at it, desperate to keep it topside, but all he was rewarded with was his thick seed meeting his hand through the soaked wrappings around it. Eventually his releases became watery, his form ridding itself of its male weakness and pissing itself in ejaculatory excitement.

Before you start bitching again, lets fix that hair! Just looking at it pisses me off.

His hair was frazzled by their intent, static charges firing through every strand, lighting them up a shade of pink that became permanent. Standing on end, each thread quickly lengthened intro a swirling mane above his head several feet long. All of it was then magically tugged firmly back and fashioned into a ponytail by a materializing hair tie. His bangs parted and fell to the sides of his head as long wavy strands falling past each cheek down towards his chest.

The friend, who had been speechless for most of the process, finally broke out of his stupor to yell, “T-This is insane! What do I do?”

“Make her stop!” Marcus groaned.

“What do you mean?”

He simply couldn’t process the reality of what was happening, seeing Marcus’ face contort into weird expressions, his features crunching down into daintier shapes and sharper edges. His lips puffed up as his mouth forced a scowling smirk, and both of his brows furrowed into an intense dip that betrayed the frightened look in his eyes.

“B-Baiken! They’re in my head!”

He gritted his teeth as Baiken made their mark on his face, forcing his left eye closed as a scar sliced across it as well as burning a red tattoo across his bare forehead and opposite eye. As his pupils brightened from brown to pink, he began to feel as if he was smiling in earnest, a warrior’s excitement bubbling to the surface and quickly washing his worries away.

Save your crying, Baiken barked. All you need on the battlefield is a warcry!

A passionate, curdling cry released from Marcus, his voice cracking into the husky pitch of the videogame character he was bringing into reality. He felt liberated through their body, feeling a strive for combat. It felt like something he had been missing in his life had captured his heart and mind all at once.

As both their determinations began to align, their minds meshing into one sole intent, a sheathed samurai sword of the highest craftsmanship materialized within their grip.

Baiken asked, Are you ready? To replace your sword with mine? To be… cut free?

Marcus’ answer was immediate, using their new voice to cement their mission.

“YEEEESSSSS!”

Alongside their battlecry, Baiken felt their dick suddenly sucked inwards by a hollowing force inside them. It was quick to consume the last trappings of their former weak self, cumming all that was left of their male seed along the way, severing all ties with a wet, climactic squelch. All the built up frustration and thirst for vengeance spilled out of them through a flurry of heated moans.

As they came down from their messy, satisfying emergence, Baiken mused over the possibilities within this new world. But there was still one more loose end they had to take care of.

“My friend…” Baiken said with a sneer, rising to their feet in a battle-ready stance.

The friend stood motionless in fear as he watched the Samurai grip their sword hard as if ready to strike.

“Taste defeat!” Baiken shouted, their face curling into a predatory glare.

“No! Please don’t!” The friend yelled out, certain he was going to be cut down. Instead though, Baiken lifted one of their powerful legs and slammed it into the wooden floor in front of him. The sheer force of the hit caused slabs of the floorboard beneath the friend to rapidly snap upwards, launching him into the ceiling head first, knocking him out cold.

“Heh, weak. You aren’t deserving of my blade.” Baiken scoffed.

They sat on the floor and rubbed at one of their shoulders, their body feeling sore from the arduous transformation. They had the perfect sight to relax to though, smirking at the man dangling from the hole in the ceiling, hung by his head. Victory felt so sweet.