The rain pattered against the grimy window of the little curio shop as Marcus hunched inside his oversized hoodie. 5'4", 280 pounds, and drowning in self-loathing, Marcus spent his days in a dim apartment grinding through old games to escape himself. Today, though, something had caught his eye: a sleek black console with a handwritten sign beneath it: "The Ultimate Console. It can play any game you desire... but only one! Choose wisely!"
The wizened shopkeeper smirked when he asked for details. “Fifty bucks. No returns. It’s a... self-help device of sorts.” Marcus laughed nervously. A self-help gaming console? For that price, however, it was worth it to satisfy his curiosity.
Returning home, Marcus plugged it in and stared at the glowing menu. The list of games stretched endlessly, featuring titles both classic and obscure from seemingly every platform previously available. One caught his attention: Street Fighter II. His favorite.
The controller hummed warmly in his clammy hands as the game loaded with a soft chime. Chun-Li spun into action on the pixelated screen... before a strange electric tingle suddenly shot up Marcus's arms and into his chest. Marcus gasped, instinctively dropping the controller as the screen bathed the room in sapphire light. “Oh... fuck...” he whispered, voice cracking.
It began in his spine with a deep, resonating pop that made him cry out. His vertebrae stretched, elongating one by one in a slow, relentless surge as Marcus shot upward in height. Bones lengthened with wet, audible snaps, his frame broadening at the shoulders and flaring at the hips to support his new height of 6'4".
His sagging belly melted and tightened, a six-pack emerging like sculpted marble beneath a thin layer of feminine softness. Love handles vanished, waist cinching inward to an exaggerated hourglass that looked unreal on his towering frame.
Thick, doughy thighs exploded outward, fat dissolving as quadriceps ballooned to obscene proportions. Hamstrings corded beneath, dense and powerful, calves thickening as sheer black fabric materialized to sheath them. The growth was visibly disproportionate as his legs became the exaggerated thunder thighs of Chun-Li’s legend made flesh, easily twice as thick with muscle as any normal woman’s. His ass lifted and rounded into two massive, perfectly heart-shaped globes, the blue dress rippling into existence around them with a high slit that exposed his colossal thighs.
Deflating arms suddenly surged with definition. Biceps peaked dramatically while triceps horseshoed beneath, forearms thickening with corded muscle as shoulders capped with smooth, powerful deltoids. His back widened into a graceful V-taper without losing a single feminine curve. Flat pecs bloomed into full, heavy breasts that strained the qipao’s fabric.
Their Adam’s apple smoothed away while pale, doughy cheeks hollowed into high, regal cheekbones. Their eyes tilted into sultry almond shapes as irises shifted to a striking hazel-flecked black. Straight black hair poured down their back in a silky cascade before tying itself into two perfect buns with white ribbons. Skin smoothed to flawless porcelain with a warm golden undertone that was undeniably East Asian and radiantly beautiful.
Marcus moaned as their shrinking cock twitched once before inverting with a slick, erotic pull. A tight, wet pussy formed, clit throbbing with need.
Finally, white platform boots laced up her calves as spiked wristbands materialized from thin air. The former nerd slid one hand reverently over the striated swell of her bicep as she bit her lip.
The console screen flickered: YOU WIN!
Tags: Chun-Li, Street Fighter, female muscle, muscle growth, height increase, uneven growth, video games, gender bender, transformation, race change, magic
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Story by Valeyard Vince |
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Artwork by Juliansky |
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