Goth in 'Training' (Marnie Tg)

Jack was far too excited to sleep, staring at the ceiling as the clock ticked closer to what he was waiting for. It had been a while since he had been this excited for added content and surprisingly it was for a game he wasn't the craziest about, Pokemon Sword and Shield. It wasn't a perfect game and there were a lot of ways it fell short, but if there was one singular thing it got better than almost any game, it was the girls. And even if he wasn't crazy about the routes and the new pokemon, he was most definitely crazy for Marnie.

That's what he was waiting for, her costume add ons to the main game. And they were free too! He wasn't exactly alone in loving Marnie, most of the internet was in concordance, but that's just cause she was that good, the shy goth goddess with style. She was just so perfect and amazing and half his friends were sick of it as he could see in his dm's where a number of them were begging him to shut up about her. To be fair, he had been talking about her a lot recently. And it was 5 in the morning. Putting his phone down, Jack came to a decision and promptly... stared at his ceiling until launch time dreaming of Marnie as he wasted away the night, dawn creeping in until his alarm went off.

It was time!

He quickly grabbed his charging Switch and turned it on, nearly ripping the cable out as he did so. With a full battery, Jack agreed to the small update and watched excitedly as it downloaded. The load in music finally started after what felt like forever and then he was in, his bland avatar ready for a grand makeover, even if it was modeled after him with brown hair and hazel eyes. Even if he couldn't change its gender at this point, once it had the jacket and everything else there'd be very little to mar the image of having a Marnie answering to his every beck and call in game. Now to just fly to a salon in game and get started.

It had been a while since he had last customized his character, after all just making it look like himself was enough, so he had forgotten just how many options there were to go through and choose. There was the autofill option that would go through in order and automatically add the costume, but he wanted to add each article himself, draw out the fun in it all. First things first though was picking the nearest chair in the salon, a hearty greeting from the stylist as the menus opened. Past the corners of his focused eyes his room's small wall mounted mirror was wobbling, somehow remaining silent as it tapped against the walls, sprouting thin strips of wood that formed the outline of a vanity. His cover sheet was also changing, its red turning more crimson with black diamonds crisscrossing over in a lattice array, the sheet under that getting darker by the second.

"First the hair. No nails... nah hair was right," Jack decided as he began flipping through the options. His own short mop looked like a lava lamp as he scrolled through the options, threatening to turn into any of the shades he hovered on before he found Marnie's style, giggling as his avatar's hair changed instantly. For a second he wondered how that must have felt, the idea of being a mischievous god to this world a fun one. He wondered what it would be like to be messed with without any way of fighting back, to be slowly turned into a goth girl for the enjoyment of others... It all sounded kind of hot. Itchy too, his hands scratching a bit at the middle of his scalp, unaware his messy tangles were shifting into something more organized and familiar. Near the edge of his scalp, it had that nice freshly buzzed texture even though he hadn't had a haircut in weeks, a few triangles shaved off as the separated hair merged into a swooshy bang that trickled down just over his right eye. Ribbons tied the rest of the growing black hair into a cute style, a match for the screen.

"Pfft that looks ridiculous without the rest of it." Jack said this unaware that as he shook his head, a copy of it bounced comedically, his white undershirt stopping him from feeling the extra hair now splayed across his shoulders.

"Alright what next..."

There was a dull tingle in his scalp as he picked, softly buzzing against his head, his brain liquids fizzing as a weird giddiness slipped down his brain stem into the rest of him. He ended up picking eyes after a bit of deliberation, changing them to green and giving them the right eye makeup to boot.

Something dusted over his eyelashes, making him blink more, sighing in annoyance as he rubbed at both eyes with the back of his hand. Mascara was curving his eyelashes upwards, accenting their inner lean while pressure surged forth from between his nose and upwards into his brain's pleasure centers. To his surprise he moaned, the sudden arousal masking the slanting of his eyes and their growth, his eyebrows plucking down to slender arches. Something wanted him to feel good, to ignore what was happening and Jack had no issues with it. It was like a dull, slow stroke, starting from the base of his shaft and moving up, then down, his stiffy soon throbbing against his mattress. A few more selections took care of the rest of his face, Jack actively moaning as a sweet flavor filled his lips, sucking on his surprisingly thick lip as he trembled with excitement. He couldn't help the smile that appeared, one so wide it shattered his cheek bones, crinkling his nose and jaw up into tiny, cute juts, his reflection now indistinguishable from the girl of his dreams.

He was still ignorant of all of it, but when something felt this good, it felt wrong to question it, and all Jack wanted to do was feel even better as he moved onto nails.

This was when it became too strong to notice, though that didn't mean he saw it immediately. Instead Jack was an aroused, moaning mess as he shifted under his covers, tremors running up and down his toes as black polish applied itself from the tips downwards, each toe popping out while the skin became impossibly smooth and sensitive. Marnie was massaged into the ridges and callus, replacing any bulk with slender curves and flesh so smooth and pale it looked ungodly perfect, Jack unable to stop rubbing them together as the changes finished up with his ankles with a pleased sigh.

The dopey look of pleasure quickly faded as his fingers began twitching, first confusion as black polish gave them a glossy gleam, then horror as the fingers themselves stretched out, slendering his palms as two gothy girly hands gripped his Switch.

"Wh-What the fuck?!"

He didn't really know how to properly react to something so impossible, pausing long enough for his nails to grow out, creeping along the screen until they pressed into the autofill button. The usual chirp of a button being pressed nearly gave him a heart attack, though seeing which button was an even bigger shock as her accessories began to appear on his character, a black and silver choker living up to its name as it materialized many sizes too small, a black thigh band digging into the meat of his leg, insane amounts of pleasure pulsing from the heart shaped clasp as he sputtered out a confused cry of pleasure.

The switch fell out of his hands then, bouncing once on the sheets before sliding off his contorted body's bulge, clattering to the ground as the two joycons broke off, sparks arcing from the now damaged device that energized its broken parts, one turning yellow, the other purple with electric burns turning swaths of them black.

Jack didn't think dying would feel this good, something hot injecting into his upper left thigh, the stroking around his cock growing faster making his lightened head feel all the more airy as if swimming through a haze. The harder the leather choker dug in, the more something juicy welled up in his throat, slightly acidic and sour as his coughs rose in pitch. Wherever the spots of liquified Adam's Apple fell on the pillow below, the spots were dyed black, adding to the growing goth look. Air was slowly coming back to him as his coughs turned cutesy, though his mind was lost, wandering down a few back alleys as his memories rippled. His childhood was now surrounded by urban decay and dark, neon-lit streets, the shady places feeling oddly comfortable. With a final sputter his throat had fully caved in, his lips lightly glossed by the spat out masculinity as a high, slightly bored sounding alto purred out, tickling his ears as their lobes were both pierced by ruby earrings.

"Ohhh that-" His emerald eyes widened at the recognition, his body nervously shifting about as he tested out a few words. He knew this voice, hearing it from a number of his fantasies, the voice he imagined whenever his favorite rival's cutscenes happened in game. Jack didn't know her actual voice from the anime yet, but that didn't matter, his voice was how he fantasized Marnie's would sound, his cock only getting harder as he cheekily moaned out, "J-Jack senpai I love you!"

Wait what was he doing?! He was turning into Marnie and all he had in response was living out some self fanservice?! For all he knew his mind might have been corrupted without him knowing. He could forget who he was any second, or that he was a proud citizen of Galar's Spikemuth even if his brother and the adoration of everyone made it kind of embarrassing to- Oh shit wait that wasn't-

"NNGH Ohhh~!"

Oh right, his thigh was doing something and it suddenly felt catastrophically amazing.

There wasn't any time to brace himself, just one moment worried about his memories being altered, the next drooling like a horny moron, gasping as plump thigh flesh wrapped around one half of his cock. He had to thrash around a bit to toss his sheets off, revealing the already tight thigh band digging deeper into his swelling flesh, his hard cock dimpling into it as his every move only served to jerk it in tandem with the now moderate pulses cycling through it. Two more bands appeared on his arms as he fell back a moment, letting the pleasure wash over him as his muscle was siphoned off by the black circlets, condensing down into silver spikes that jutted out. It didn't take long to leave his arms devoid of muscle or texture, the same perfect skin of his thighs traveling up from his fingers to his shoulders, a weirdly erotic sting prickling from both armpits as they shaved themselves smooth.

It's not like he needed muscle anyways except for throwing his pokeballs. He knew how much they drove his fans crazy, and he couldn't help but moan as he rolled one back, then the other, his undershirt dying itself pink as it thinned, losing its sleeves with every roll, revealing the rounding, smooth shoulders of Spikemuth's petite princess, a shy blush dusting his lewd expression as he gasped, trying to set his mind back to reality. This wasn't right! He wanted to fuck someone like Marnie, not BE her! Though actually now that he thought about it, if he jerked himself off right now, wouldn't it be like Marnie was giving him a-

"AHHHH~!"

The thought was too much for him to imagine, his legs squeezing together as a spike from the thigh band stabbed his still male half. After that initial pinprick of pain, Jack's eyes rolled about his head, this time able to watch as Marnie flowed into his male leg, squealing as the muscle expanded into fat.

All Jack could do was tremble at the feeling, his balls already nestled and near bursting as his shaft stretched to the limits of how large he could get. It seemed like it would be easy not to move, yet it was impossible not to fidget, to further tease himself with Marnie's perfect plushness as fat continued to pump and plump his right thigh into a match of his left. All those curves proved infectious as they spread down his calves, rounding his contours, adding a few inches to his height that would be taken away soon enough. His undershirt was already squeezing against his sides as it changed, the neckline dipping to reveal his chest, a band forming in the middle to pull it tight to his waist, struggling against his panting, heaving muscles. The bottom spread out in a sudden spurt of growth, cutting in a few areas into circular cuts as he was now naked except for his bands and a cute, small sundress. For something so pink and cute, it sure was ruthless, just like Marnie as the flowery bottoms proved themselves to be predatory, clamping tight onto his man meat like it was prey in a venus fly trap's jaw.

He screamed, his cock completely encased save for a small open bloom around his throbbing cock's tip, his attempts at tearing it off only adding fuel to the fire as the dress, his hands and his thighs worked to jerk him off, a flow of something hot and fierce building at the base of his cock as Jack tried to hold it in. He knew it'd be really bad if he let it out, scared at what he'd lose this time, though he didn't know how long he could hold out against the tight grip of his dress. Right as he thought it couldn't get any worse, his body was suddenly bounced, Marnie's black jacket materializing, swallowing his body whole in its mummy like embrace before joining the dress in its squeeze. Jack groaned under the crunch of his skeleton, holding for about two seconds before screaming in forlorn ecstasy, writhing as he let it all out.

"N-NOOO~ OHHH~ F-FAAAAAAAAHHHHHHK~!"

It was rare he ever raised his voice, usually shy to even-

"HYAAAAAA~!"

And of course everyone treated him like their adorable little sister. Everyone was far too protective of-

"AGH! MMPH! STAAAAHHHHP I CAAAAAN'T T-TAAAAAAKE ANY M-OHHHHRRR~!"

Mack was literally having his brains fucked out, the useless memories pleasurably pumping down his brain stem, curdling the individual nodes of spine as they traveled down his body, each one raised against his skin as they crinkled before the tight caress of leather ruthlessly crunched them into shape. Each added notch to the growing arch in his back was a mess of sensations, every node turned to only produce pleasure as messy arcs of cum blasted from his cock, Mack screeching with every rapturous blow to his masculine identity.

Everything was pouring out his cock, fat, muscle, memories, cum, and all of it felt more brutally blissful than he could have ever imagined. At some point during the forced releases his 'no's' turned to 'yes,' basking in the releases as inches were compressed, sides were smushed, muscle was nullified. He was just a weak plaything to Marnie's will, to Marnie's excellence, Marck rolling over to better grind his cock as it was being jerked into a constant state of orgasm. None of his filthy juices stained the dress though, pointing his manhood downwards to spray his ejected mass over his thighs, making their masturbatory shifting all the more lubricated and arousing. Somewhere in the back of his mind he swore he didn't want it no matter how much he screamed out in acceptance, he definitely didn't want to be dommed into his dream girl in the sexiest way imaginable... r-right? Even if his face was wildly grinning he had regrets! Like not jerking himself off with her hands when the thought came to him even if the dress was so... much... bette-

"YESSSSSS~!"

Marck couldn't stop cumming, moaning as he felt his body deflating like a stuck drifloon, his ribcage curving, sides concaving inwards while he could feel his stomach being pressed. Usuall compressing something down made it harder, stronger, but all he could feel was wonderful weakness filling his body, his abs lost to a smooth, girly finish, the tight grasp of the jacket easing up to reveal his entire upper torso now molded to that of a tiny, petite woman. He weakly moaned, feeling drained as the folds of the dress continued to rub every inch of his cock, his releases slowing down to a trickle of sludge as his body looked for something else to eject, the exhausted trainer jolted back to life by the sudden grip of the dress, squealing and writhing as his testicles felt ready to burst.

The dress only tightened, Marcke wriggling his hips as he could feel something starting to shift, his insides a boiling lake of pleasure as empty channels dug their way into his body. The pleasure was maddening like a colony of durants were having their way with him, Marcke biting down on his pillow as he slammed his hips forwards, screaming in utter bliss as he felt his poke balls suddenly whisk inside like they had both used an escape rope. They were inside him now, his screams stuttering as the last of his seed spilled onto the bedspread below, sputtering out until it was clear of all testosterone. He could barely even think, any attempt at pulling his thoughts together interrupted by another seismic release downstairs, his hands clutching at the wrapped outline of his cock as he moaned, feeling his balls separate and split before nestling into his sides. It was all new to him still, the feeling of them shifting, then another shift, warm fluids pulsing from the lumps as his hips grew sore. His pelvis was shivering, bone cracking, splitting, then finally spreading apart as his hips widened to a womanly girth.

It was nearly done, Marckie biting his lips and cooing softly as he hung over the bed. There was no fighting it, only enjoying his time left as the bothersome support of Team Yell encouraged him to let it happen. It seemed he could no longer clench his cock, all the muscle fading, sucked into the wet chasm throbbing behind it, leaving his manhood floppy and pitiful as releases trickled clear down his thighs. He could feel his ass bloating, every breath in wobbling it as his cheeks pushed against the cloth, his insides bubbling into feminine contortions, swelling admirably into a nice bottom. Somehow he found a distraction amidst the final changes, confused as a weird chittering could be heard just to the side.

Normally it would be a shock to see two joycons growing limbs and faces, two pink circles forming over the growing lumps as the yellow one chittered happily, the purple one gnashing a tiny hole in the carpet with its growing tooth. It wasn't normal at all, but was easier to swallow from the moaning Marnie clone, a sudden swell of happiness bunching in his chest as he saw his beloved Morpekos forming in the real world, the two of them looking up at her before the sparks around them arced upwards, tapping both his nipples as the brief distraction was once again overrun by blaring ecstasy.

His cock was forgotten, his nipples tingling with energy, the shock burning away any spindly hairs and gifting him with two bulging nipples, his fingers playing with the widening areolas as both were bathed a luscious pink color. With his ass finished, it was only fair to even things out, his thighs spreading open as he pinched his new nipples, gasping as a whole new world of pleasure ricocheted inside his body, clear spurts flying out his cock as wondrous fat piled up under his sensitive nubs.

Marckie could hear his fans cheering him on, wanting him to be the best, the sexiest, the queen. Their desires welled up inside, whoever she used to be forgotten as it just felt too good to be Marnie, her cock giving one final attempt at hardening as she dug into her rising bosom. She screamed, rejoicing in her sexy voice, loving the growing fat as the more she dug in the better it felt, unable to stop until her chest was heaving with two large, eye catching breasts that could be seen even from the nosebleed seats. Her cock's final stand stumbled as she rolled about her bed, her bulge suddenly realizing it wasn't wanted as it began to sink inside. Marnie gasped as her dress drew flush to her body, groaning as liquids streamed from her slit, the bottom blooming open to reveal a fresh slit.

It wasn't done just yet, no she could still feel some of her shaft wriggling inside, fucking her virgin pussy as she cooed, moaning uncontrollably at the feeling of her cock tightly caught in her half formed pussy. It was like a sneeze unfinished, her body tense with need, her body begging for release as she remembered her regret, grinning madly as she moved a finger towards her pussy. It was far too sensitive, a few ekes leaving her as she slipped inside, but once her fingers pressed against the tip of what was left, there was no hesitation. The last of who she had been gave in under her touch, making a moist slurping noise as she fingered herself, inverting fully as Marnie screamed in blissful release, finally free of her old self as she fell back to bed, exhausted.

It had felt amazing, everything nearly perfect as she gasped in the post orgasm bliss of her first outing as a woman. She felt hot so she took off her dress, though the jacket stayed on as she rolled about, trying to figure out what was missing, why she felt a bit needy. As Marnie, she was clearly the best now, yet despite that being what her fans wanted, it wasn't exactly what she wanted. A warm flush crept up her neck as she imagined herself being dominated by a certain trainer, ready to finger herself once more as she imagined the one trainer who could beat her being here, her scottish brogue caressing her-

KNOCK KNOCK

She wasn't expecting visitors, though it did worry her that a Team Yell member had found her new place. They really were passionate, though that could be worrying in some cases. Thankfully the visitor had no face paint on, though their face was oddly familiar. He was holding a Switch and barely paying attention as a mostly naked Marnie stared back at him.

"Hey Jack I know you're tired of me whooping your butt, but I figured since the update came out you probably wanted to grind a copy of Marnie's team to uh... huh?"

"Oh you wanted to grind against Marnie?"

She teased him, drawing him inside, his grip nonexistent as she freed his Switch from it, sitting in one of the many gothed out accoutrements in her newly refurbished apartment, teasing a glimpse of her slit as the horny boy gulped nervously.

"W-Wow you look just like- My friend would be freaking out if he was um... S-So what did you want to d-oooOOOOOH~?!"

He fell to the floor, moaning as his hair turned to a bowl cut, his clothes turning into a copy of Gloria's while Marnie smiled, tossing the Switch away after changing his player's icon to a copy of her girlfriend's. It was a real turn on to watch him struggle and moan, clearly loving it, giving in to Gloria as his cries gained that familiar, sexy Scottish sauce to it. Her Morpeko's played with her hair while she waited, only growing hornier as their cock imploded, their loose sweater filling with tender breasts just begging for a good grope.

"What did I want to do?" Marnie smiled, readying herself for battle.

"I'm thinking of some co-op battling action. The first one to cum loses. How does that sound?"

She couldn't wait to start, knowing just how horny Gloria would be when it was all done. They'd give it their all and no matter the outcome of the match, both would definitely be satisfied with the result.