Spray to Win (Honkai Star Rail Double TG Comm)

"It's finally here!" Ray smiled as he opened up the package, finding the spray cans he had ordered safely tucked inside. "I thought it was still a few days out!"

The man was still hard at work with college, but whenever he wasn't doing the set reading or assignments he was playing Gacha games, mainly Honkai Star Rail, the one thing that his infuriating roommate had successfully rubbed off on him. Sam was the worst most of the time, he never took anything seriously, barely studied and still somehow managed to keep passing! It was frankly absurd, but at the least he gave good game suggestions, even if he was eternally further along in them than him, which he of course loaded over him as the "benefits of slacking off".

At the least Ray had given some money towards the official merch he had in his hands, the strange listings having seemingly appeared on the Hoyo stores overnight with no official announcement. The project description was vague and barely told people anything about what the spray actually did, the leading theory being it was an accidental early release of something like perfume in weird bottles.

Still, those who were interested enough managed to order them, finding that despite the lackluster description there was quite a selection of variations to choose from. Sure it didn't have one for every girl, but the list was far bigger than Ray had thought; Lingsha, Robin, Topaz and even Castorice were on there, and she had only just come out!

But despite how tempting they were, he went with the two girls that leapt out at him the most, and it was the can themed after the dazzling colours of his favourite that he currently held in his hand. Due to his slow progress, he had only just gotten around to doing the quest that introduced Rappa, and he was instantly obsessed despite the fact that her personality was a total opposite to his own. Or maybe that enhanced it, he couldn't say for sure.

That made him more than eager to get what he suspected would soon become a rare item linked to his fav girl from the game, the man considering inspecting it for a bit before getting on with his reading as he headed to his room, leaving the package and the remaining spray bottle behind.

Shortly after he left, the door for the shared apartment opened and Sam came in with a yawn and a stretch. "Hey Ray! Sorry I'm late but I was at this great party last night and- oh, these things finally came!"

He lifted up the Silver Wolf themed can, running his hand across the metal before sighing to himself. "It's still bullshit that they didn't do a Kafka one of these. I guess Silver Wolf is the next best thing though? Even if she's just some short brat."

Sam pressed the top of the can, taking a few sniffs of the spray as he released some from the can. "Is that smell… bubblegum? I guess it fits… who’d want to smell like this though?"

With that he marched off to his own room, failing to notice the tips of his hair softening and curling as they began to twirl downwards, the blonde colour draining from its roots until all that was left was a distinctive silver...

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As this was happening Ray sat before his computer, getting his work ready before taking another look at the can, admiring the vibrant colours plastered all over it. He had originally planned to keep it to the side as he got to work, only to unknowingly fall into the greatest mistake of his life as the can slipped free from his fingers and crashed into the floor.

"Shit!" he swore in panic as he leaned down to pick it up, only having a moment to hope that he hadn't caused much harm until the can exploded, a pink gas soon filling the room. Ray coughed and did his best to wave it away, the gas slipping into his nostrils and ears, permeating deep inside him.

For a good few moments he couldn't see a thing, coughing as he went to open a window, suddenly worried the contents of the can could be dangerous from the pure concentration. But before he could do so, the bamboo-scented perfume had suddenly subsided, somehow not leaving a single stain behind in his plain, organised room.

"But how did it..." he began, before shuddering from a sudden chill, "why did it get so cold in- WHAT THE FUCK?"

Ray blushed as soon as he looked down at himself, finding that his once ordinary clothes had been completely transformed. Gone was anything he could have considered normal, instead replaced with a white crop-top, covering a fishnet top, a short red jacket and absolutely tiny black shorts that did nothing to hide his strangely hairless midriff and legs.

He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, even becoming aware of things like a horned cap that had appeared on his head out of nowhere, about to voice his confusion until-

"Hey, why am I confused? I put this on when I got in, right?"

Huh? What the fuck, of course he didn't, why would he even say-

"Why, it's as the sacred texts of the cosmic ninja said, is it not? A true ninja must always be dressed in the colours of her-"

"F-Fuck, my head..." he groaned, clutching it as he swore he felt the start of a headache breaking out, whatever it was causing him to forget what was confusing him so much.

Ray adjusted his cap absentmindedly as he went back on track, inspecting the blown-open can in despair; all that money was totally wasted now! Sam would never let him hear the end of it! How was he supposed to focus on work now?

"Hah! There is no need for one to feel such despair at the loss of a sacred ninja weapon! For the spirit of that weapon lives within you! And will be passed to the next item you choose to wield in the ninja war against the cosmos!"

The man blinked, his blue eyes flashing green like a broken traffic light until a shake of his head to focus allowed them to remain at their new colour. "God, what did that paint have in it? I swear it's like I can hear her yapping right next to me..."

Despite the fact he knew what he had heard was utterly absurd, Ray nevertheless found himself feeling better as he sat in his seat and returned to his computer, getting to work reading the set journal articles.

On a good day, he could get through something as simple as this easily, but as he attempted to absorb the information Ray found a new emotion starting to fill him... boredom. It was as if his attention span had been shortened dramatically, only able to last a fraction of what he could manage before.

But still he powered through, crossing his exposed legs as his cock throbbed in his skintight shorts, the strange, pulsing pleasure inside pounding in a steady rhythm as the backing beat to accompany the emerging ninja. Without even thinking, he was running his free hand over his stomach, grabbing hold of some of the useless fat and squeezing the strangely sensitive skin as he groaned happily.

"What manner of torture is this? The Evil Ninja Osaru must be behind such spirit breaking techniques! His tricks are making me feel pleasure instead of pain to lower my guard! He truly has no honour!"

"S-Shut... mmmmmmm~," was all he managed to get out in return to the high-pitched rambling, his brain twitching like something was inside it as he continued to massage his core. "F-Fuckkkkkkk I feel... g-gooddddddddd~."

His hands cracked and snapped with every action, discarding the training weights of his former self to expose slimmer, more compact forms while his nails lengthened to be topped by cherry blossom-coloured polish, making his hands superior to the old in every way. But the faint pleasure tingling through his fingers was nothing compared to the strange feelings bursting in his core, almost feeling like exploding smoke bombs.

Each burst of bliss was removing more and more of the pudgy, useless mass, the man who had never seriously worked out a day in his life moaning softly as his extending eyelashes fluttered, finding less fat to squeeze with each pass over his stomach. 

The fat was burning away like it was never even there, the illusionary ninja magic that was concealing its true form stripped away as it soon became clear why the outfit showed his midriff at all: it was fucking hot.

But that wasn't the end of the process as Ray found himself more invested in rubbing his flat, alluring core more and more, pressure mounting on his sides, building in intensity until-

CRUNCHCRACK

"A-AH~! FUCK~! W-Who dares to strike the dazzling ninja when-"

CRUNCHHHHHHHHHH

"W-WAH AH~! E-EVIL LEAVE AT ONCE! T-This is not fair, I wasn't ready for any-EEEEEEEHHHH~!!!"

He couldn't stop the nonsense spewing from his inflating lips, his body rocking from bliss as his sides first collapsed inwards, before being almost immediately followed by his hips parting, the once flat forms snapping out into the bottom half of an incredibly attractive woman.

"Ha! The swaying of my ninja hips will provide the perfect distraction to any agent of evil that seeks to ambush me! While it may make entry into narrower passways... difficult, it is no problem that the dazzling ninja cannot overcome on her own!"

He groaned, eyes fluttering as the strange thought rushed over his subconscious, running his hands across his gentle curves and huge hips as he struggled to process just why he had said something so odd. All the while, it was as if the world was growing around him, his toes curling as his feet moved away from the ground, his arm instinctively adjusting the chair to be better level with his laptop.

"I... gotta focus... I've been playing that game too much! A-As a ninja I must know when to be disciplined!" he insisted, rubbing his face with his lithe hands and unintentionally forcing his cheekbones into elegant, feminine arches. "I must ignore these illusory ninja arts and focus on my training!"

Hesitantly moving his hand away from his stomach, he turned his attention to one of his textbooks, moving it in front of him and finding... a manga? It was something he had never owned before; had fellow ninja Sam left it here?

Ray grabbed another, then another, finding that any of the textbooks he had out had been replaced, the can’s explosion having reformed them into something far more useful to the future ninja.

"But how did... this has gotta be Sam! He's left this training- he's pranking me! Fuck, why am I so Rappa-brained?" he complained while also squeezing his thighs together, stroking his erect shaft as the memetic virus within his brain continued to gradually consume him.

The logical part of his brain wanted to ignore such stupid books, but a larger part guided him to open the page, his eyes sparkling as he flicked through the manga far faster than he did with his work. All the while, his thighs passed over his throbbing shaft, the girth of his hips spreading bit by bit as they began to expand.

Each rush of dopamine caused by the action and combat he was reading was another surge of mass given to his thighs, as if their size was fuelled by nothing but his blossoming love for ninjas, justice, and the awesome fight scenes he was reading.

Because of that, it was no wonder he was becoming thicc as fuck.

He was blushing, gasping lewdly like he was reading a porno, his tongue sticking out as he gave himself the most pleasurable thigh job imaginable, his brain alight with smoke bombs, shurikens and awesome ninja moves, as if Rappa was spray painting it as her property. Already the huge thighs were bulging from his shorts, practically begging to be squeezed as they smothered the brain-rotted boy's cock, Ray yapping and moaning incoherent nonsense, the logical part of his brain fading with every word.

"Y-Yes~! The Cosmic Ninjutsu Inscriptions~! T-They are filling me~! The power of teachings of ninjas p-past~! F-Flowing through meeeeee~!!!! Showing me their guiding lights t-to shape my destiny~! I-I CAN FEEL ITTT~! THE POWER OF THE NINJA MAKING ME- OH FUCK YES~!"

He came, squealing as he kicked in frantic delight, the manga sent flying everywhere as his chair fell back with a clatter, Ray rolling back until he had landed on his front, his expression dazed as he giggled incoherently from the pleasurable high. For a moment nothing much happened, only his shoulders wobbling as they gently slotted into new, slimmer forms while the tips of pink hair dangled in front of his eyes. 

The man blinked, taking hold of the pink strands in shock as they rushed through his hair like an infection, joined by a rare streak of blue. It was the sight of this that finally broke him from the cosmic ninja trance, Ray becoming aware of every change at once as he cried out in panic.

"W-What the fuck!? What in the name of the Great Lan is happening! I-I- my brain!? Rappa???? Get out- get out of my- OH FUCKING SHIIIIIITTTTT~!!!!" he wailed as his ass instinctively thrust upwards, a burst of thick fat rushing in with gusto as it expanded into his shorts. It was joined by another, then another, then another then-

"WAH~! HAH~! B-BY THE GREAT LAN ABOVE~! It's as the Cosmic Ninjutsu Inscriptions foretold! A great transformation to increase my ninja powers is befalling MEEEEE~!!!!!!" he screamed against his will as his ass rose like bread in an oven, the virus in his brain gaining a greater foothold as Ray was forced to speak nothing but chunni nonsense.

His hands slammed down to his constantly thrusting rear, squeezing into the spongy fat as it threatened to spill from the tiny shorts at a moment's notice. It was almost a competition between it and the virus to see what would drive him insane first, the mass of his rear having greedily taken up so much room that it put even more pressure on his already cramped manhood.

"I-I WILL NOT GIVE INTO THIS TRIAL! I will remain true to m-myself! I won't let these fiendling illusions make me FORGET WHO I AHHHHMMMM~!!!!!" he cried, slamming his head into the floor while clenching his thighs, another burst of ninja slashing another foothold into his oh-so-malleable mind.

His already damaged attention span was degrading further, his knowledge undermined by the nonstop chunni thoughts that rushed through his mind, making him feel more stupid by the second.  

Ironically, if anything he was getting smarter, the negative effect being that his brain was also being clogged up with what could only be described as utter nonsense, going on about secret techniques, ninja arts and fighting against fiendlings, which made it basically impossible for that intelligence to shine through.

All the while, a life of excitement flashed before his eyes, battles and skirmishes against the fiendlings that threatened the peace of all ninjas! He gave another scream as he came another load, removing more bad karma from his body that was corrupting his ninja skills in the form of an explosive orgasm. He wailed again, swallowing his Adam's apple as he slumped down lower, feeling his limbs decay into slender, lithe, but no less powerful forms.

"T-THIS THIS CAN'T BE- MY BRAIN IS GOING TO- HAH~! MMMM~! SHITTTTT~!!!!!! T-THE TRUE NINJA IS EMERGING FROM THIS WEAK COCOON~! MY TRUE POWERFUL SELF R-READY TO SERVE JUSTICE~!"

It was taking conscious effort to not speak of things like ninjas and justice, the virus in his head not just installing such a worldview but making it particularly noticeable unless one had an unmatched level of focus, something that at this point Ray certainly lacked as he failed miserably.

Then, just as he thought it couldn't get any worse, he noticed a pleasure in his chest.

The man only had a moment to open his eyes in shock before he was screaming to whatever Aeon would listen, his intense wails accompanied by the steady squishing of his breasts. They were inflating into the ground, swelling with the determination of a true ninja as fat bulged from the gaps in their fishnet covering.

His tits were already large b cups and were still going strong, refusing to stop their expansion as his mind drowned in chunni heaven, every thought extending into monologues ripped from the Cosmic Ninja Inscriptions they had read so much... for reference of course! Her Cosmic Ninjutsu just needed refining; she would never do something like goof off! Even if the illusions of epic ninja battles were riveting to her soul!

Rap let out a whimper, unable to even try and hold back a single thought that ran wild in his head, each of them acting as an emissary of Rappa's will, and an ordinary person like him stood no chance at catching the Dazzling Ninja of his dreams. Instead he simply grinded his still growing tits into the floor, cumming nonstop as he purged himself of anything that wasn't up to the standards and expectations of a true ninja.

By the time his boobs had reached DD's he was barely thinking coherently even by Rappa’s standards, happily gurgling as his slender hands groped the buoyant masses. "I am the Dazzling Ninja~! I am the blade that cuts through the will of fiendling’s evil ambitions! D-DAZZLING~! OSSU~! I FEEL THE DAZZLING NINJITSU FLOWING THROUGH ME!~ YES~! FINISH REFORGING ME~! MAKE ME INTO A TRUE NINJAAAAAHHHHH~!!!!!"

A tug on his shaft stopped him from bursting into mantra, his eyes wide as he eagerly cried out in delight, the almost-ninja rolling onto his back and kicking wildly as his cock began its retreat. It was sneaking away, following the art of dazzling ninjutsu perfectly now that its work was done, spraying clear fluids all the while as his mind drowned in ecstasy.

Everything that made Ray who he was was rapidly being forgotten in a brain that was no longer his own, the memetic virus within having no time for information linked to a life as boring and uneventful as his. It was a fact Rapp was accepting with open arms, although whether this was something he always wanted or a side effect of the overwhelming pleasure was impossible to say, all he knew for sure was that he wanted to go away, he wanted to be assimilated into the curvy busty ninja waifu he loved so much and never come back.

It was a wish that was about to be granted, the tugging in his dick growing so intense each inch lost was another full body spasm, his toes curling as they caved in to become dainty and feminine too. It was like his body was a magnet pulling the shaft inwards, combined with the crushing pressure of his shorts in a perfect ninja trap art designed to remove him of his manhood as fast as possible.

And to Rappa, that still wasn't fast enough.

With a primal wail he pounced on his prey, screaming and kicking as he worked away at his annoying manhood. His hands and thighs were his instruments in this battle against the agent of fiendling’s evil, Rappa knowing in his heart that this was the one thing holding him back from his true ninja potential! With it gone, his ninjutsu would have nothing weakening it!

He was making progress too, reducing the once proud thing to a nub, making it all too easy to vanish it with a squeeze of her thighs, the ninja crying out in victory as she was completed in a burst of bliss.

She was left a gasping, shivering mess on the floor, Rappa's eyes rolling into her skull as the pleasure of her cock's collapse echoed through her body. A drooly smile soon filled her features as she let out a victorious laugh, her delighted wriggles alone feeling amazing.

"Ha! It seems that I, the Dazzling Ninja, have emerged victorious once more! Not even a fake self formed by the evil of fiendlings can stop the shine of my dazzling ninjustu!" Rappa smiled, leaping to her feet in victory... only to bump her head on a cabinet behind her.

"Halt! All manner of evil leave at once!" she hissed, looking around for her hidden opponent who had dared to strike her in her moment of rest. Whatever had dared to break a sacred ninja law did not dare to reveal itself to her however, the woman smirking at her successful intimidation while her mind raced at what to do next.

"What realm even is this? I must take the Cosmic Ninjutsu Inscriptions and find a good point for some standard ninja recon!" She grabbed hold of the manga and eagerly stuffed them into her bag, paying no mind to the various non-ninja items around the room. Taking them would be risky, without ninja enchantments they would be easy prey for the forces of roaming evil ninjas!

"But first, before I leave, I must find my companion! I can only vaguely sense her presence... Where are you, gaming ninja? Hast thou fallen to the same spell that claimed me? If so, it is up to me, the Dazzling Ninja, to free you from this horrible curse!"

Meanwhile, in his room, Sam was groaning, the normally unserious man finding himself growing increasingly annoyed as he failed the latest Forgotten Hall challenge AGAIN. He was normally someone who could shrug off such endgame stuff, but tonight he had found himself getting more and more annoyed as he leaned back in his chair and clutched his controller in fury.

"Ugh! This is bullshit! This Aventurine fight sucks! How is anybody supposed to do this!"

"Oh. My. Aeons. For the love of everything, switch your damn team! Get multi-target units in there! Did you unlock this mode by accident or something? Moron."

The bratty voice at the back of his mind certainly wasn't helping either, like his own subconscious was backseating him. He sighed, his voice sounding strained as he brushed the still growing silver hair out of his eyes, what had started as dyed tips having spread to consume the entirety of his hair, the soft strands now in a ponytail.

"I guess I can have another try... not that it matters th-"

"Are you stupid?"

"You're not a real player if you don't do this!"

"Don't think! Don't hesitate! Just kill that boss with something that ISN'T your dumb waifu team you fucking noob!"

He blinked, his extending eyelashes framing the sight of his eyes succumbing to silver, a determined gleam shining in them as he subconsciously gave in more to the mental backseating. Maybe this attempt was finally the one?

"Hey, you know, spraying that paint really got yo- me into the gaming mood earlier," the bratty thoughts suggested, a smirk that wasn't his own filling his features as he moved towards it, "maybe spray some more for good luck?"

Before he would have questioned such a strange thought further, but after listening to similar ones for the last few minutes, he didn't think to question it as he grabbed the can and sprayed it, coughing as he accidently aimed it right at his face.

"GAH! Shit!" he swore, recoiling as he threw the can back towards his door, rubbing his face as he instantly regretted the poorly thought out decision. The more he touched it, the more it began to feel off... but also strangely nice?

"Why did I even do that?" he hissed, his new girly face twisted into an annoyed scowl as he suddenly noticed a gleam of silver out of the corner of his eye, the man turning to his mirror to see what the source was.

His mouth fell open in shock, his body going stiff as he stared into his now womanly face, a hand clutching his arched cheek.

"Huh, how about that. You actually noticed. I'm sure you must be confused, right? But yes, this is real. This is happening. And it's exactly what you think is happening, so you’d better be ready for-"

"O-Oh my god, I'm turning into Bronya!!!!"

"Yes- wait what!? No! How can you even- ugh, forget it! I'm going to enjoy putting you in your place, poser."

Before he could fully process the bratty words echoing through his brain, there was a brutal crack, Sam shuddering as before his eyes, his hands began to compress, his digits turning lithe and compact as they were topped with violet polish with a burst of pixels. It felt unnaturally good, the bliss strangely calming as he shook, his new eyes wide with fear.

"Wait, that voice! S-Silver Wolf?"

"Ugh, finally. Duh, of course it's me! God, was INT your dump stat or something?" came the annoyed reaction, the man doing his best to not groan in delight as her virus spread up his arms, his muscles draining faster than a weekly boss's HP when faced with a top meta team. It was no time at all until they were left powerless and hairless, having the fortunate side effect of making them far more sensitive.

Sam's mind raced as he looked down at his new limbs and back at his reflection, touching his feminine face in disbelief.

"What, shocked you're actually touching a woman? Pfft, loser."

"I don't understand! This can't be real! How are you in my head? G-Get out and undo this!" he argued in shaky determination.

"Oh, if I could leave here I would! God, you act like I'm enjoying being here! You put me here, the least you can do is let me customise my model a bit."

He gulped, her words only putting him more on edge, Sam taking a few steps towards the door as he plotted to find his roommate for help. But how was he supposed to explain this? Everything about this was fucked up! Granted it would probably be a bit hotter if it was Kafka rather than this flat, short brat but-

"Hey buddy, I understand I'm working with a very... limited intellect here, but considering I'm in your head, did it perhaps occur to you that I can also hear what you're thinking?" Silver Wolf coldly asked.

"Y-Yes?" he answered, before the realization hit him, "W-WAIT NO I DIDN'T MEAN ALL-"

"Oh look at the timing~. Syncing is complete, just got to..." she continued as Sam suddenly froze on the spot, his eyes wide as his body began to move by itself. It went back to the mirror, his fists clenching and unclenching, only his eyes and mouth in his control as Silver Wolf's smug laughter echoed through his brain.

"Perfect~! How about this for a new game mode~? I control the body and you get to do the pointless commentary?" 

"S-Stop it! This is my body, I’m begging y-"

"Oh please~! As if a filthy casual like you deserves a body over me? You!? With your ‘oh the achievements are optional!’, and ‘who cares if I don't finish a RPG with one copy of every item!?’ You're not even a quarter of the gamer I am! So that means I'm all the more worthy to have this body," she explained like it was the most simple thing in the world.

"That’s fucking insane! Y-You can't decide something as important as that based on how good you are at video games!" 

"What, you mean you don't do that? Skill issue." Silver Wolf snapped Sam's fingers, a wireframe hexagon appearing in front of her as she swiped across it, Sam's casual clothes suddenly blinking out of existence and replaced in an instant with a bra and panties.

"W-WHAT THE FU-" he squealed, his face alight with red as Silver Wolf casually swiped over and over, every time changing the outfit as she hummed to herself in consideration. 

"A schoolgirl outfit? Would fit here but nah. Swimsuit? Too much fan service. Bunny suit? Heh, you wish. Oh wow," she laughed as Sam briefly found himself in Kafka's outfit, "you'd like this one wouldn't you? Ha, virgin loser."

Every change in clothes felt like hell on his soft, flawless flesh, pleasuring him further as his eyes rolled up, precum staining every one of her panties. Taking his pleasured gasps as agreement, Silver Wolf finally settled on her standard outfit. "Honestly, why did I overthink this to begin with? Not like I wear anything else back home."

She either was oblivious or didn't care to comment on the obvious issue that Sam immediately discovered; the clothes were far too small for his tall form. The jacket’s sleeves only reached his shoulders, and the shorts didn't even cover all of his crotch! It felt humaliting, and worst of all extremely pleasurable; already his toes were curling in her stompy shoes, the broad forms of his feet being crushed down into lithe, womanly forms as he shuddered and shook from all-consuming bliss.

Not only that, but Silver Wolf certainly wasn’t kidding about it being the only outfit she wore, his face scrunching up in disgust as he got a whiff of the sweat-stained clothes. Despite that, the smell only prompted his cock to harden and throb even more while the brat cackled at him. 

"God, you're pathetic~! Are all faker gamers this fun to fuck with? I wouldn't know~."

"You c-can't- you won'tttttt-" he moaned, his eyes spinning as his breath grew heavy, "you won't get away with- you can't do this it's- it's my bodyyyyyyy~."

"Oh really? News flash loser, I'm a true gamer. Unlike you, I don't lose." She spoke completely seriously, uncaring about the cringe as Sam wished he had control of his body, although his brain was currently warring with itself if he wanted to run or jerk off more.

"Anyways, I don't like being tall. It's not really optional you know? Have you ever tried picking bigger characters in shooters? That shit sucks. So I'm just going to..." she trailed off, Sam's eyes widening in horror as he noticed the slider that appeared on the hexagon, Silver Wolf's finger hovering ominously over it. Everything else she had changed had left him a mess, the idea of her changing something so drastic filling him with panic and an unwilling excitement as he screamed.

"W-WAIT DON'T- PLEASE- I WON'T BE ABLE TO TAKE IT JUST DON'T-"

Her finger dragged the slider down as low as it could go.

In an instant, every nerve and cell of his body screamed in bliss, his point of view plummeting as his height was annihilated, his brain going blank as he fell onto his ass. He couldn't stop cumming, his screams blending together into a mess of feral cries as his entire body was compressed into a tighter, compact form.

Not only was he getting smaller, but anything broader was being corrected, his shoulders collapsing into gentler arches, his spine and sides naturally curving inwards into enchanting, feminine forms. Just when he thought it couldn't get more intense, Silver Wolf sniggered, controlling a hand to press some wireframe keys.

"Mmmmmmm, what an upgrade~. Hey loser, you thought I was some flat, short brat right? So how come I'm making you into such a damn mess? I must be your new best girl now~." 

"OH MY GODDDDDD I C-CAN'T- TOO MUCH! STOP- FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK I-I CAN'T HANDLE THIS~! I FEEL TOO GOOD~! I-I WANT- I WANT TO FEEL MOREEEEE~???? BUT YOU’RE JUST SOME BRATTY G-GIRL I DON'T FIND YOU HOT I-"

"L," came her only answer as she pressed one final key, "get fucked poser."

In an instant his stomach collapsed in on itself, the unneeded mass being going away faster than an aborted speedrun attempt, his tummy now perfectly alluring and feminine. But in truth it was something he barely noticed when his chest was inflating, his pecs becoming spongy as they surged outwards, Silver Wolf gleefully putting his hands to good work groping and squeezing them.

Time blended together inside his mind, what was in reality around thirty seconds of growth feeling like an eternity as he was filled with a joint assault of pleasure and rightness. It had to be Silver Wolf messing with his head, but the feelings were too strong to deny, his eyes spinning as his mouth gave into the shit-eating smirk Silver Wolf was undeniably making inside him.

Soon he was the proud owner of c-cup breasts, the man who once only cared about girls with stacked racks brought to his knees by what he considered flat. He was even jealous that Silver Wolf was the one groping them! I-It wasn't fair! He wanted to touch them! 

"W-Wait no!? I-I..." he shuddered as Silver Wolf brought his body to his feet, realizing just how tiny the girl was compared to him; everything was practically towering over him! "S-Stop, please, I don't want this! Change me back!"

"Ugh, are you still on about this? Let me make things clear in a way your dumbass loser brain can understand. Have you deleted a save file before?"

"I-I think? What does that have to-"

"You delete a save file when you have no need for it. Same logic here. So why the fuck would there be a way to get that back?"

Her words made him freeze in shock, panic truly setting in as he found himself lost what he could even say in reaction to such a revelation, even as his cock throbbed in approval that was certainly not shared by his brain.

But before he could even think of such a thing, the door blew open, Sam for a moment daring to hope it was Ray until a pink-haired girl wearing shorts that were WAY too short and tight... rolled in?

"Ha ha! I knew I heard the sounds of my fellow ninja emerging from this chamber! I, Dazzling Ninja Rappa, am here to assist you in this task!"

"W-What the- Rappa!?" he gaped, the implications of what he was seeing setting in rather quickly as his eyes widened further. "Fuck, wait are you Ra-"

"Ok, enough of that." Sam shook as he was interrupted by... his own voice? His own voice speaking in an extremely bratty, smug tone. "What took you so long?"

"I was merely performing reconnaissance of the stronghold! Any ninja must know their surroundings as much as they know themselves! But nay, what has happened, Gaming Ninja? Why are you speaking in the voice of the false self?"

"I'm working on it! Just wanted to make sure this idiot didn't waste time. Anyways, throw me that spray can near you and leave me alone so I can finish my model off in peace, K?"

"If that is what you wish, Gaming Ninja! May this can pierce through the darkness and return you to your former glory! Just like chapter 46 of the Cosmic Ninja Inscriptions of old! Remember who you truly are!" she yapped before tossing the can, crying, "Ninja.... ROTATION!" as she rolled back out of the door once more.

Silver Wolf caught it casually, Sam gasping as he found himself in control of his own mouth once more, shuddering as he felt his thighs teasingly roll his balls between them. "KYAH~!? D-Don't do that! You can't just-"

"Yawn," was her only response, spraying the paint across his room, everything it touched turning glitchy as the colours darkened, his cheap computer becoming one that was nothing less than top of the line for gaming. Of course she made sure to add some of her trademark graffiti too, finishing off by making his cheap chair a much more comfortable one for gaming. "Well that's one way to get an upgrade on these things~. This place is looking peam."

"My room! S-Stop, please! I’ll do anything! Please, this isn't a game, I have a fucking life-" 

"Oh my Aeons. Shut up! I'm so done hearing you drone on! This is why I hate unskippable cutscenes! Just keep yourself amused while I finish up," she snapped, Sam not even getting a chance to respond as he suddenly found his mouth full, his eyes growing unfocused as he chewed on the gum that was once his Adam's apple.

His high-pitched whimpers were all the protest he could give as Silver Wolf tapped in a new command, squealing in smug delight as his hips burst apart. They got so wide she had to use her editing on the chair to increase its width to compensate, the gamer running her hands down the alluring hips as Sam let out an eager moan, a bubble inflating out from his lips.

But it felt different. He'd chewed gum before, but he didn't expect the blowing to make his worries feel like... they were going away. If he was more lucid and not worn down by bratty commands and unbearable bliss, he may have noticed what was happening, but at this point, the broken boy was more than happy to blow the bubble a little bit bigger, oblivious to the fact that he wasn't filling it with air at all.

Each puff was forcing another piece of himself to be evicted from his brain, whether it was a memory, a core personality trait, or interest, all of it had to go. The one thing driving him to keep blowing was the wish he had tried so hard to deny, the excitement of how high the pleasure could truly go, and the simple addictive bliss of such a simple game.

The game. Those words almost made him cum on the spot again as his eyes shot open. The concept that he thought of as just a pastime before digging deep into his grey matter and forcing him to drown in dopamine. How could gaming be a pastime? It was the point of his existence! He had to play, to play more and more and more!

Silver Wolf cackled in his head as Sam slowly decayed as a concept in his own brain, putting her attention on the finishing touches of her new body, snapping her fingers to prompt the final upgrades to her bodily systems.

"MMMMM~!!!!!" Sam cried as the bubble grew close to its limit, his eyes watering as his thick thighs smushed at his shaft, growing so huge that the thigh band threatened to pop off at a moment's notice. That was nothing compared to the mass rushing into his rear though, his cheeks inflating at a rapid rate thanks to Sam's lack of resistance, the shorts wedging between the plush cheeks as Silver Wolf graciously gifted herself a portable cushion for any handheld games.

Soon all that was left of Sam was his throbbing cock and a head that was almost emptied of its original owner. Everything he was had been stuffed into that bubble of gum, not even by Silver Wolf, but by his simple desire for bliss, greater highs and pleasures no matter the consequences.

Whether that desire had always laid hidden under his panic or was planted there by Silver Wolf was irrelevant now. Sam could feel his life slither free from his brain, everything that made him who he was slip from his lips and into the bubble, looking so small for containing so much.

He looked at it with dazed eyes, not in panic or fear, but out of pity. Pity for someone who had never understood the game, who never quite realized that ever since the start....

But he had no time to reflect, for a tug on his cock at last pushed the bubble as far as it could go, Sam's world bursting into endless ecstasy as he realized the terrible truth. Silver Wolf was a master of the game. Ever since she first emerged the match had been sealed; there was no other way this could have possibly ended.

She had won from the start.

And for him, it was...

I-It was-

POP~!

"GAME OHHHHHHHHVERRRRRRRRR~!!!!! OH AHHHHHHHHEONS YESSSSSSSS~!!!!!!!"

With that simple pop of gum, Sam ceased to be, wiped from existence as Silver Wolf squealed in victorious delight, cumming hard as she kicked and squirmed in her gaming chair. All that was left to do was to take care of the one piece of him that remained, his throbbing shaft that was running her vibe with its mere presence. It needed to go. Fast.

But as pleasured and overwhelmed as she was, not even Silver Wolf would dare sully her hands with such a disgusting thing. Instead she slammed her fists into wireframe keyboards, gasping from the raw euphoria as she put in the deletion command as fast as humanly possible.

A final slam of her fist sealed the manhood's fate, Silver Wolf's cries reaching a fever pitch as the entire thing collapsed at once. A beam of pure energy had slammed into it and pleasurably corkscrewed it back inside her before slipping into her folds, the girl crying out in smug bliss as she came for the first time in her new form.

"I w-winnnnnnnnn~," she smirked between her gasps, never happier to hear no whiny, annoying reply in return.

Silver Wolf crossed her legs, chewing on some more gum she aether edited into her mouth, halfway through adjusting her clothing when Rappa poked her head into the room once more.

"Ah! Your body has been returned to you at last, Gaming Ninja! With this, we can explore this new realm together! Two ninjas ready to seek new boons in this mysterious domain!"

"Oh right, yeah," Silver Wolf blinked, "sure, I can roll with that. You go and like... do ninja spy stuff around the city while I see what the games are like here."

"Gasp! An excellent suggestion, Gaming Ninja! I will gather firsthand knowledge on this world with the grace of a swan, as unnoticeable as a hawk about to swoop onto its prey! For ninjas can only look at the world around them to find inspiration for our arts!” Rappa exclaimed, opening the nearby window and leaping onto the rooftop above without giving the other girl a chance to respond.

"For fuck's sake, why did the other guy have to be into her? This would have been easier if they got SAM's spray paint... granted, could have been a bit messy if that didn't also make the suit for her," she groaned, "hell, I'd even have taken Herta! Could have shown her who the better between us was. But still, I'm nothing if not resourceful."

She opened her phone on the table (it was hers if she could hack into it), looking at the other spray paints that had been on sale as well as the can of the very one that had changed her still in her hands. It would take a lot of aether focus... but she could easily make her own with enough trial and error.

"I can do that later though, let's see what games you have for me, new world~. You’d better not bore me.”