Opening the Gate of Sky (Scathach TG Comm)

"So anything interesting in there?" the mailman asked Joey as he passed him his package. "I've been delivering a lot of packages from that company lately. I can't help but get curious!"

"Oh, it's just some anime merch!" Joey laughed nervously. "Nothing that interesting!"

"Right, that anime stuff is pretty popular lately... oh well! Enjoy!" he commented, at last leaving the nervous yet incredibly excited man in peace.

He shut the door instantly, as if anyone outside would know what he had bought just from the sight of the parcel, a panic that was completely ridiculous only reflecting how insecure he felt in himself. He loved collecting cosplays, not to wear in public, but to keep at home, although he certainly had enjoyed slipping some on in private...

They were all of his waifus, and by now he had amassed quite the collection; from childhood crushes like Android 18 and Asuka to newer girls he got into once he was older like Juri and Mitsuru. He was fully aware it wasn't exactly normal to get a collection like this, but then again most collectors were pretty weird if you thought about it!

Ever since he was young, Joey had always wished the girls he admired so much were more than just images on a screen or drawings on paper, longing to be able to connect with them free of anything in the way. While some people showed their love by getting posters or figures, he always knew the true essence of the women he loved so much lay in their outfits, the clothes showing exactly the kind of person they were!

Within the package lay the latest addition to his collection, a tight bodysuit belonging to Scathach from Fate, a series he had only recently gotten into. Despite his lack of understanding of the lore, he knew one thing for sure, Scathach was hot. But that wasn't just it; based on what he had seen, she wasn't just a pretty face, but a powerful and knowledgeable warrior, yet she acted similar to a caring older sister.

He was instantly hooked, only to soon find a snag in his plans: his normal site didn't have a Scathach cosplay! And while his second choice did have one, it was far too low quality for his collection. It would stick out like a sore thumb next to that high quality Yelan outfit he had imported!

In the end he was forced to take a chance on a newer site, one he hadn't used before for his hobby. It could have easily been a scam, but with its good reviews, he was willing to take a gamble on this “Jaded Goods”. The store had many guarantees that it would 'get you into character', something that Joey took as the cosplay being as accurate as could be! Besides, if it wasn't up to scratch, he could always just return it...

Already he was starting to get worried though; the package felt... strange, not at all like the past ones he had handled. He swore that he could feel something thick and heavy moving around in there. But then again, he'd also sworn that the doorbell had rung like four times before the mailman actually arrived.

With that concern dealt with, he swiftly opened the package, his brow furrowing in confusion as he found himself not met with a cosplay, but a bubbling, thick goo. "W-What the fuck? This isn't even a cosplay, what the- WAH!?"

He leapt back in fright as the goo launched out of the package, screaming as it landed on his arm, pulsating like a living, breathing thing as he instinctively tried swatting it off with his other hand. All that accomplished was spreading it, more and more of the goo seeping from his arms as it began to rapidly spread all across his form.

"T-THE FUCK IS THIS? G-GET IT OFF!" he wailed in panic, his hands pulling at the stretchy, hardening goo in alarm, pulling it out as far as it could go before it inevitably snapped back, splattering goo onto other parts of his body. It was like every particle of the goo was a factory devoted to making more, and in seconds Joey was covered completely, only his head unspared, at least ensuring he could breathe, that fact doing little to decrease the sheer terror rushing through him.

"This isn't happening! This isn't real!" he muttered to himself, shuddering as the goop only tightened around him, his successive attempts at pulling it off all ending in failure as he found it had solidified, the goo gradually hardening. But there was no zip! No anything! If it got tighter than that, how would he be able to even take it off?

"W-where did all this goo even come from!?" He blushed, managing to move towards the box, each step slow and heavy like walking through water, the feeling of restriction growing with every movement, the outfit reacting negatively to his movements. 

Joey had no way of knowing it, but the source of the goop was simple. It had fed off his previous clothes and body hair, absorbing them into more of its corruptive, transformative essence and leaving his skin perfectly smooth and soft, not that he had any way of seeing it under his skintight prison. What he did notice was how responsive it was. Every time he moved, his naked flesh brushed against the goop, sending shocks of bliss through his nerves, the man finding that he couldn't move without making some kind of lewd noise to accompany it.

By the time he reached the package, he was fully erect, shuddering and blushing as his thighs instinctively rolled his cock between them. If the situation wasn't so serious, he'd have jerked himself off at least three times now. Unfortunately, all the box contained was, of all things, a mask; a mask of Scathach's face to be exact, looking up at him with her piercing red eyes as if giving him a glare of disappointment.

"F-Fuck!" he swore, panting. "H-How can I get this off me? I’ve got to call for-"

“You will do nothing, weakling.”

A voice echoed from the silence, a calm, alluring, feminine voice forcefully slamming through his ears like a punch to the face, bringing a heavy fog along with it. His train of thought ceased for a second, his body shuddering as he was entranced by the beautiful, forceful voice. W-Who said that? Where was she? What was even happening any-

CRUNCH

"OH S-SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT WHAT THE FUCK-" he screamed as the brutal sounds of his bones breaking roused him from the trance, the tightening of the bodysuit suddenly accelerating, his spine forced inwards at an unnatural angle. But his scream wasn't one of pain, it was pleasure, pure unfiltered delight, his cock throbbing from lust as his height fell drastically, sending him falling to his knees right as...

CRACK SNAP BREAK

"F-FUCK FUCK FUCKKKKKKKK~!!!!!!!" Joey wailed, his sides falling inwards, turning from defined edges to shapely curves as his eyes spun from the impact.

"THIS FEELS SO GOOD THIS FEELS SO- HOW DOES IT FEEL S-SOOOO AMAZINGGGG????" he squealed amidst his gurgling, humping his cock into the ground in an attempt to appease its insatiable desire. He didn't just have curves, he had deep curves, curves that looked like they belonged to a supermodel, the beginnings of a figure he would covertly stare at any chance he got.

The bodysuit was forcing him into shape, Joey only vaguely aware that he had lost inches of height until heels burst from the soles of his feet to compensate. The man's mind was already unfocused as he got to his feet, every ounce of willpower devoted to not devolving into a pleasure-addicted mess of a human.

He had to get help! He needed someone to stop this! To get this goop off him! To do anything! But before he could move again, an enchanting voice echoed through his mind.

"Don't be afraid. Let it happen. Let me in. Show me the depths of your strength!”

Joey cooed, his eyelids fluttering, the sound of the voice instantly stopping him in his tracks, drool dripping down his face as he let out a soft moan, feeling the soft goo pulse and tighten further, like it was sucking the masculinity out of him.

"That’s better.”

"W-Who... who are? W-whooooohhhhhhhhhh~? W-w-w-why? How?" he managed to stutter, falling deeper into a daze as strange thoughts and memories danced before his eyes. They weren't his thoughts, he knew that much, they were echoes of fighting, of raw, bloody combat, a spear in one hand and magic forming in the other. It was barbaric, it was brutal, it was...

He squealed, cumming from raw excitement, unable to deny the thought as anything less than alluring.

"Who am I? Nothing. Nobody. But also everything. It’s hardly important. What is important is here and now, so show me what you've got, warrior. Just know that should you fall here… your life is forfeit. Your life will become mine.”

The feminine words brought him out of his stupor in brutal fashion, Joey screaming in alarm as the forming bodysuit tightened around his core, pressing deep into his gut as his eyes spun from raw euphoria. It was with a flash of terror that he could feel the fat being forced inwards, compressed away into nothing no matter how desperately he tried to stop it.

"M-MAHHHHKE IT STOPPPPPPP MAHKEEEEE IT STOP PLEASE THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING, B-BUT IT FEELS SO- WHAT ARE YOU!? W-WHAT THE FUCK ARE-" he cried, slamming back into the wall as his shoulders collasped with blissful crks.

"I am beyond you. You have shown yourself to me. Everything you ever were, everything you could be. I see it all before me. And I declare it as the weakness it is." She spoke as calmy Joey's soul burning from instinctive anger at being called weak, soon disrupted by a final press of the bodysuit, sending the unneeded mass in his stomach directly downwards.

He could only scream, his knees knocking together as he found himself barely able to stay still, wobbling on his heels as the fat was sent to the only place it could: his thighs. They didn't just grow, they burst outwards with the force of a gunshot, Joey cumming hard as they strained against the bodysuit, looking thicker than any girl he had ever seen, his mind trapped in a hell of the most pleasurable feelings imaginable, unable to form a single coherent thought as-

"An acceptable start. I suppose I should get serious."

With that, the force stopped holding back, and his brain exploded with pure ecstasy. His thighs surged outwards with the rest of the fat from his gut, becoming as thick as tree trunks as the bodysuit strained from what was contained within, his hips also widened to the extreme from the sheer force of the growth. 

The mass in his legs was also sucked dry, hardened muscle perfected from countless battles left behind, joining the remaining stomach mass in rushing into his rear all at once. He convulsed like he was struck by lightning, his pleasure receptors overloaded from the assault of mass that was flooding into his ass, inflating like a balloon until it was one wrong move from tearing the bodysuit completely.

"You asked who I am. I am the Queen of the Land of Shadows. Master of Dún Scáith. I am a being who has parted ways from death. From laws of physics. I have no equal. I exist in a form that is far from human understanding. So I'll explain it simply. I am Scathach, your new beginning."

All while the voice continued, her words pounding into his brain, words he had no understanding of, bringing images and memories that seemingly explained everything; memories of combat, training and slaughter. It wasn't just the first person accounts that were overwhelming him, it was the sheer depth of them, everything he was was merely a drop of water compared to the ocean of experiences that threatened to overwhelm him completely.

"N-NO! NONONONO F-FUCK NO! I WON'T- I WON'T LET THIS HAPPEN!" he screamed, taking hold of his head and shutting his eyes. "S-SPARE ME PLEASE! I HAVE A LIFE I CAN-"

His shaking hands pressed harder as the presence of the changes slammed against them, their broad shapes collasping under Scathach's presence as she sighed.

"Too bad. You were just unlucky to have me as your opponent. In a way, I'm jealous. I also sometimes wish I could fade away from this world. However, fate has a different plan for me. So I hope you enjoy this in my stead; the feeling of fading away into another's mind. By the end of this, there won't be a difference between us," she remarked uncaringly.

“W-wahhhhhhhhit! Soooooooh will I still be me!?” he moaned through the simple bliss of feeling his rear bounce and squish with every movement.

“You misunderstand. Our minds will merge, yes. But you are a mere bug, while I am the sky. I’m afraid the union will be… one sided. But why should this matter? The power and strength you shall obtain will put any lost experience to shame. This improvement is pointless to fight.” her lack of pity drove Joey to greater extremes, the man dashing across the room in terror.

He opened his closet, ignoring his cosplays as he grabbed the first thing he could find, a broom, clutching it tightly as he shuddered from fearful delight. "I-I won't- I can fight! I can g-get this goop off me and u-undo this! I won't give in! I won't let you erase m-"

Joey hadn't even finished his sentence before he realised he couldn't move his hands anymore, or that goop was seeping from his fingers, coating the broom just like it had with him, only it was a metalic red instead of a light purple. In seconds, he was holding a towering metal spear, complete with a long, dangerous point, the weapon of a real warrior, not the last attempt of a coward to fight the inevitable.

"Now that that is concluded," remarked the voice, his hands clutching the familiar spear tight, Joey remembering every opponent ever cut down by it, knowing full well he was next, "let us resume. Do try and endure this."

The spear was pointed directly at his cock, Joey's eyes wide as he fully processed what was about to happen, screaming right as his hijacked arms thrust Gáe Bolg downward. "WAIT NONONONO NOT MY COCK PLEASE- I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE I’LL DO ANYTHING PLEASE DON'T PLEASE PLEASE PLEA-"

"Stab and penetrate! Thrust and impale! Gáe Bolg Alternative!" she roared, the spear tip stabbing into his dick as his body erupted with sheer, burning bliss.

"KYAHHHHHHHHH~!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH~!!!! OH FUCKKKKKKKK~!!!! <3"

All he could do was scream at the top of his lungs as the full force of Scathach’s power crashed down onto his unworthy shaft, the pointed tip spearing directly into the pathetic thing as his nerves overloaded from pure ecstasy. She was drilling the weapon into it, forcing it back into him with surgeon-like accuracy, his weak blade not standing a chance as it gave way with a moist SLURK.

“HOLY SHITTTTTT OH MY- OH LORD YESSSSSSSS~!!!!!” he blubbered, his balls and dick vanquished with an eruption of unrivalled delight, imploding into a moist slit that soaked the bodysuit with feminine juices. It took his mind a full minute to recover, the man drooling as he moved his hand down, feeling nothing nestled between the thighs that were thicker than his head.

“GAH~! HAH~! Mmmmmmmm~? Hm. There’s... there’s nothing! I’m a... girl!?” he stuttered, immediately scoffing at the thought. Of course she was a woman! It was absurd to think otherwise! She’d been a girl since the day she had been born! R-right?

“That’s right. You have been a woman for your entire life. You are a warrior. You are powerful! Leave your old self behind. Embrace the abyss claiming you. Embrace an existence beyond humanity’s struggles. Embrace Scathach.”

Her words brought Joey back to the forefront, the man shaking his head as he desperately hung on, the experiences of this... this... thing in his head spinning around him like a vortex, the harsh winds tearing his brain to pieces.

“NONONONO I WON’T- I- I’M A GUY I’M A MAN I’M- ohhhhhhh~?” His eyes became unfocused as he stepped forward, his massive hips swaying, ass and thighs bouncing. “I’m... I’m a?”

“Hmph. I believe I’ve entertained this fantasy for long enough,” the voice sighed, control of Joey’s arms torn away from him once more as she raised them to his chest. “I’m going to let myself have some fun~.”

“N-nooooooooo don’t... no more! No more please I-I can’t hold on please just-“ was all he spilled out as she eagerly groped his chest, the simple action demanding his body to change.... 

And it obeyed.

“OH GAWD NONONONOOOOOO- KYAHHHHHHH~!!!!!”

There was no stopping Scathach’s will now, the mass from his arms syphoned away with visceral gurgles, leaving behind muscle that clenched and swelled to compact, warrior perfection. The womanly voice let out some pleased grunts as the material moved behind her chest, her erect nipples certainly ready for the payload as they were flooded with mass, Joey’s chest bursting outwards into the unmistakable beginnings of tits.

While Scathach’s reactions were rather subdued, Joey’s were anything but, his constant screaming fading into background noise from just how frequently they were torn from his lips. He could feel every bit of his body’s changes, every cell rewritten, every relocated particulate of fat moved into place, and an onslaught of womanly hormones rushing through his body.

Soon it felt wrong for her to even refer to herself as a “he”, the image of herself in her brain shifting further towards the warrior, all while she came over and over, all of it showing the benefits of giving in. A weak-willed man could never feel so much pleasure...

In time, what had once been beestings had inflated into a set of hefty, fat tits, DDs at the least, though with her focus on combat and tutoring, Scathach never saw a reason to check. What she did know was that they were normal, and all Joey knew was every little feeling made by them bouncing brought her to even greater highs of delight.

From the neck down, Joey's body had been utterly conquered, consumed by the incurable infection of Scathach that had taken hold of her. Only her head was still unchanged, and it was clear from her dazed, faraway expression who had won between them.

“Finally. Almost done. Having this much power is simply splendid, wouldn’t you say?” she whispered almost smuggly, the poisonous promises of strength melting away her Adam’s Apple as her neck thinned and gained swan-like elegance.

She nodded in a daze, drooling in lust as she twitched and shook from the aftershocks of bliss, her own face feeling so wrong, so inadequate, itching with bliss that made her wish she could just tear it off. Most of all she felt strong, she felt powerful, the thought of that alone driving her to her next orgasm.

“Yessssssss... so... so strongggggg... I’m the... strongest...” she cooed in the same voice that had been taunting her.

“Correct. Well, almost. You're close, but not quite there yet.” 

“B-but... but I n-neeeeddddddd~!” She whined in delight, clenching her thick thighs and drooling hard. “Pleaeeeee how... how do I?”

“It’s simple. But it requires a great sacrifice. If you’re willing to take-“

“YESSSSSS~!” she squealed, the desire, the need to be the strongest warrior overwhelming all rational thought. She needed the power! The strength! She was desperate for it above all else, even the preservation of her own mind. “I NEED IT SOOO BADDDDD~!”

“I thought you might. Now, it’s quite easy. Put on the mask. Then you will truly be the strongest.”

She could see it sticking out of the box, her hands shaking as she gingerly picked it up, staring down into the printed red pools, their judging glare daring her to keep going, tempting her further into the obsessions of a warrior. Joey only hesitated for a moment, finally sliding the mask onto her face, the unremarkable feeling of it soon turning to white hot, burning bliss.

The mask crunched into her face, crushing it, moulding it as the material dug into her vulnerable flesh, the inside of it feeling littered with spikes and tendrils, her squeals rising to even greater heights once she felt them moving. Joey should have wanted to tear it off, but Scathach had broken her instincts beyond repair, her one reaction instead being to press the mask inwards even harder in manic, feverish desperation.

All the while, a rich purple shot down her locks, softening them as they rapidly cascaded down to her thick rear. Her brain was finally collapsing, everything that embodied her former life surrendering at last to a force that could have crushed it at any time, but simply enjoyed playing with its food in battle. 

"KYAHHHHHHH~!!!!!!! HAHHHHH~! A-ahhhhhhhhh~! Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhh. Hm." Slowly, the frantic screams began to subside, falling to a steady breathing as her hands lowered, the red eyes of what was once a mask blinking for the first time, fully overwriting Joey in every possible way.

"Yes, that's much better," she commented, stretching as she felt the familiar ache of her muscles after a workout, testing to see if every part of her body had been recreated perfectly. "This was certainly a... unique way of being summoned. But not an entirely unwelcome one."

She hoisted her weapon onto her shoulders, placing her other hand onto her wide, feminine hip, frowning as she called out, “reveal yourself summoner! For I am Scathach! I have come from the Land of Shadow, beyond the world itself, to heed the call and take this vessel as my new permanent form! I assume you have a good reason to disrupt my training?”

She looked around, uncaring about where she was, though admittedly annoyed at the lack of answer to her entrance. In a matter of minutes she was wondering if she had even been summoned at all; where was the human who had brought her here? They clearly wanted her services badly, especially with how they had brought her into the world. That suggested a challenge only she could overcome!

She sighed happily, her stoicism disrupted by the familiar tingles of arousal at facing such a challenge, her body shuddering within the velvet bodysuit as her mind raced, thinking of the opponents she could face. Scathach didn't allow herself to indulge in the thoughts too long, shaking out of the fantasy with a sigh. If the one who summoned her wasn't in this room, perhaps they would be elsewhere in the building?

With her mission clear, she set off, oblivious to another aftereffect of the transformation, one even Joey hadn't realised as it was happening. When the panicked man had grabbed the broom, the movement had been so sudden that a few loose pieces of goo had been thrown into his closet.

Usually, the goop would have simply dissolved upon contact with the floor. However, the goop hadn’t hit the floor, it had splattered onto some of Joey's many precious cosplays, unknowingly infusing them with new end results to create as, worse still, the goo began to multiply and engulf every single cosplay in his collection.

The goop split up after that. Whether it was dripping through the floorboards, climbing out of windows, or sliding under doors, the entire apartment block would soon be echoing with high-pitched screams and squeals of confused delight...