PART 1

Dickinson 'The Bear' Moriarty was a renowned heavyweight wrestler in the dark world of underground wrestling wrought with treachery and foul play, famed for his immense strength and enormous borderline 8 feet stature that had him towering over most of the opponents he faced in the ring. An unstoppable powerhouse of brute strength, rock solid muscle and unrelenting flabs of thick fat. Dickinson was the undisputed god of the wrestling scene; the very idol every man worth his salt vied to one day dethrone despite knowing full well they’d never beat such a beast considering the man’s list of incredulous feats.

That is, until another challenger had stepped up to contest Dickinson’s title; a rather unassuming man by the name of Gregory who was far shorter than even most women would be at a minute height of 4 foot 9, personally making his declaration known through a bold interruption during a match. Seeing no harm in entertaining the muscular midget, Dickinson had agreed with a booming laugh much to the delight of Gregory and the audience. Never able to remember the spindly man Gregory had claimed to be that challenged him all those years ago, just like he did with every other person who had ever been stupid enough to try. After all, the greatest insult an enemy could suffer, was to be forgotten.

That was the night when The Bear would meet his match, instead of the instant flop Dickinson had been expecting, Gregory would put up an amazing fight; bringing agility to the mix which made him an absolute threat when combined with his short stature, able to zip between Dickinon’s burly legs and up across his back before the man was even done swinging a punch.
With a quick flurry of punches of his own to the head and agile leaps that shortened the distance needed for a good hard whack to the chin, The Bear had been knocked out for the first time in his career.

But Dickinson wasn’t a man known for his good manners, he was a ruthless bastard that didn’t play by the books, and he hated losing. So much so that when the time came for yet another match, the audience would miss the first ever big stage face-off for Gregory, whom they had given the moniker; Sparrow, for his swift movements during the match that granted him his claim to fame.

Unaware he was currently hurling up his dinner in the toilet, groaning under the strain of black market mutagens coursing through his body and wreaking havoc wherever it spread, leaving the man unable to run with his bones snapping and reforming into lengthier structures while his hard earned muscles burned away into supple layers of jiggling fat beneath smooth, hairless skin glowing with a yellowish oriental tint. Struggling to get to his feet with elegant strands of midnight purple hair erupting from his bald scalp, only to be forced back down when a sudden pang of pain and pleasure worms its way up between his legs, sending him sprawling with a womanly cry as he faceplants on the floor, rising up just in time as his burlesque European visage is subsumed by a wave of porcelain smooth skin, blanketing his eyes, nose and mouth in a disturbing display that left him looking like a display mannequin, thrashing around while pawing madly at his featureless face, all while increasingly womanly moans and screams came through as muffled gags from the sensation of an ungainly pair of breasts doing away with the shreds of cloth hanging off his body, with tender pink nipples erect and ready for a good squeeze at their tips while Gregory’s formerly gaunt torso snaps inward at the waistline to form a perfect hourglass figure, complemented by child birthing hips and plump thighs that were so large and jiggly it was a mistake to call the man…or rather woman, a bodybuilder as the last of the former man’s proud member gives in to the transformation, releasing its final load all over the floor until all that remained between her alluring legs were the thick lips of a puffy labia leading up into the damp innards of a womb.

By the time Dickinson had decided to slip inside to check on his rival, Gregory was no longer there, leering instead at the voluptuous figure of the stark naked Japanese woman surrounded by his former rivals tattered clothes, bent over the basin with her heart shaped buttocks flailing madly in the air and erotic moans still coming through as muffled groans until the veil of skin over her face gives way to slant eyes wide open with beautiful purple irises trembling in fear and shock, followed by the bridge of a cute nose beneath which arises a pair of perfectly kissable cushions framing a small pouty mouth, stunning both Greogry and Dickinson with the voice of a heavily accented Japanese babe panting hard for a breath of air. It only took a single look in the mirror to realize she would no longer be able to partake in a single wrestling match anymore.

Without proper credentials and left with a buxom body that could barely fling a punch without tripping over her tremendous that had to be somewhere in the DD range, Tsukina would now find herself under the employ of Dickinson, serving as his loyal milkmaid and personal ring girl, forced to bear her oversized assets in nothing more than a skimpy bikini front of a massive audience of raving men much to her embarrassment and disgust.

But Dickinson would prove different. Never once laying his hands on Tsukina despite having the seductive babe by his side for almost every hour of the day, preferring to have her held on a figurative leash as she struggled to conform to her previous training regimen in order to add some muscle to the obnoxiously 'buoyant' frame her master found to be excellent. Even though he didn't seem interested in bedding her anytime soon, something told her the choice wardrobe she had been provided was more than enough to keep his eyes occupied, with overly tight gym bras and spats coupled with a maid's attire and ill fitting Japanese schoolgirl uniforms.

It didn't take long for Dickinson to come forward with a proposal to the royally pissed and wrung out Tsukina, presenting her with the choice of either participating in the women's portion of the underground matches where even the entire audience was a strict female only crowd to earn her freedom and regain her male form or to spend the rest of her days under him doing what she now did best.

You could guess which one the hopeful young woman picked…

Unfortunately for Tsukina however, the women's side of things was just as cutthroat as the men were, facing off against Liliana in a simple fight. The ill prepared wrestler wasn't expecting her opponent to begin assaulting her privates with such fervent gusto that left her crazed with lust not even 10 seconds into the match, moaning uncontrollably while grinding her body against the ring barrier with the audience's jeering ringing in Tsukina's ears all while Liliana's aggressive fingers dug deeper and deeper into her spasming pussy, spraying her opponent in the face much to her delight.

By the time the bell rang, Tsukina had already collapsed into a sweaty heap of her own juices with her cockeyed pupils rolled up into the back of her head, giggling with Liliana's hands slowly pistoning in and out of her mouth…

Watching from the comfort of his room however, Dickinson knew Liliana would never be able to crawl her way out of the trap he had set for her as he eyed the stupefied look of pleasure on the former wrestler's face as she laid there, willingly taking Liliana's advances, eager for more.

PART 2

Shortly after her first match with Liliana had ended in spectacular failure and her second go at experiencing the mythical female orgasm, Tsukina’s previously stone cold behavior around Dickinson would begin to mellow out; with icy stares of disgust giving way to needly glances aimed at her rivals rock solid body, along with her choice of attire going from loose school uniform to skimpy maid attire that really was just a revealing dominatrix getup. When questioned about it, Tsukina had given a short simple reply that was unlike the crude insults or cut brush-offs that came before:

“I just like how it feels…”

A far cry from her previous bout of fury labeling the lewd getup an outfit ‘only some dirty skank would wear’. The very same outfit now squeezing her plump body tight…

Alongside the behavioral changes, Tsukina had begun to willingly participate in further matches outside of her master’s knowledge, a development he had already expected would happen, only not so soon after her first experience with the women’s side in the underground fighting ring. It had only been a week since he’d seen her pleasure struck face live on his tv, so when he heard talk about the ‘shameless bitch’ losing yet another match on purpose from a gossiping group of thugs, he wasn’t too surprised.

While Dickinson continued cementing his position as the undeniable champion of the ring beating down overconfident schmucks inspired by the late Gregory’s victory, Tsukina was busy making a new name for herself in the ring; either throwing matches with a spectacular display of her sexual prowess or winning with an overwhelming skill in forcing her enemies to submit in a combination of innate martial skill and a sudden familiarity with the in’s-and-out’s of the female body. Even Liliana, the one who had indirectly led her down the slippery slope to debauchery, was soundly defeated after a rematch, ending with Tsukina using her face as a chair.

Day by day, the hesitation displayed by Tsukina’s still very much male mind faded away, accepting her new body with an eagerness to experience more of what it had to offer. Dressing in girlier outfits by choice while avoiding the darker, more drab clothes Dickinson had purposely included to show Gregory’s progress into his obedient plaything.

And he knew that time had come when he finally laid his gruff hands over her soft, creamy body, earning not a glare, but a needy stare and an animalistic giggle bordering on a hyena’s cackle, tackling the big man onto the bed with her long lithe legs straddling him, nudging her aching snatch against his boner with nothing but a pasty to hold back the gushing exhaust leaking down her thighs.

“Finally ready to admit you’re nothing more than my bitch?”

“I think it’s best I show you what I think Master…”

Confident of his victory, the jerk of a man would willingly accept Tsukina’s kiss, unaware of the pill she had slipped under her tongue and into his mouth, pushing it down his throat disguised as a batch of her sweet, sweet saliva. For as calculative as he was, Dickinson had not expected his former rival to have the brains left to formulate a revenge plan of her own…

And so, as he laid there thrusting into Tsukina’s tight pussy, Dickinson himself would begin to undergo the same transformation that had afflicted Gregory on that fateful night with his overbearing body pulsing and shrinking into a smaller, more manageable size for his partner to lie on, giggling at the sight of his rock hard belly being caressed by invisible hands into a tight sexy navel with a sexy belly button in the middle, fingering the clenching hole and sending a shiver down Dickinson’s spine as it arches inward, lifting the giant off the bed as his rear goes from obese to a 10/10 spankable butt.

By the time the smug wrestler had noticed something was wrong, it was too late to do anything as overwhelming pain and pleasure numbs him to the bone, stuck tight to the sheets with Tsukina bouncing off his rapidly deflating member, giving in much faster than Gregory's did, whimpering away with a final, pathetic spray of baby batter that barely managed to reach his partners g-spot. Cutting short his angry yell after realizing what she had slipped into him as a wave of smooth skin envelops his face, treating Tsukina to an oddly erotic display of Dickinson’s face pressed up against a curtain of flesh, partaking in the transformation as she molds his ugly face into something more pleasant; rounder cheeks, slant foxy eyes, thick cocksuckers and a lean rounded nose, smiling in satisfaction as the curtain parts to reveal the face of yet another oriental woman, plunging her cum soaked fingers down the newborn woman's mouth as soon as it opens. Too weak to resist, the former Dickinson gives in to her lover, lying limp as the rest of her body falls to the same drug that had transformed Gregory, bestowing her with a bosom as large as Tsukina's and a tight snatch that was already giving in to the alien pleasures rocking her mind.

“Welcome to my world Reina~"

Caressing the voluminous head of similarly purple hair now pouring down around her nubile body, the two girls fall asleep in each others arms as the door to their room opens, followed by a cascade of footfalls as the strange men carry the two unconscious babes off to start their new lives together as per Tsukina’s agreement; that they provide her the drug that Dickinson had used against her in revenge, but unlike her former Master, hers would be an act of mutual destruction with no hope of return for either of them since they never told the dimwitted wrestler that it was a one way ticket.

From that day on, the seedy bar down by the town’s red light district would see a boom in patrons with the introduction of it’s two newest girls; Tsukina, the dominant slut who loved being the one in charge and her near identical but way more submissive sister; Reina, a complete novice when it came to love making. But with a little experience under her belt and some ‘personal lessons’, Tsukina was confident Reina would soon rise to her level.

With revenge against Dickinson served, Tsukina would most certainly take delight in showing her newly feminized sister the benefits of having a dick inside of her…