Battle Royale w. Cheese! Finale - Samus (Prizefight Pyramid) (Patreon)

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“...all of the contestants to be turned back to normal then turned into sextoys for me!” Samus beamed for a second before her smile slowly drooped. “...Wait.”

Queen Hentai raised an eyebrow. “All of the contestants, nya?” A smile crept onto her face.

For reasons she didn’t quite understand, Samus found herself swallowing. “Um, like, yeah, I guess so. That’s, like, okay, right?”

The Queen of the Catgirls licked her lips. “As nyou wish, nya.” Standing straight, she raised her hands and clapped them once, emphatically.

Pink light filled the arena. As Samus squealed and raised an arm to shield her eyes, the Queen vanished, vaporized utterly. Only a spot of steaming glass in the sand and a vague pink haze in the air suggested she’d ever existed at all.

As Samus looked around to see where she’d gone, she felt a familiar tingling spread through her form once more. Gasping in shock, she clasped her head as her dog ears sank into her hair, her furry tail retracted, her tan melted away, and her lips lost their filler. At the same time, her swollen curves deflated as if punctured, shrinking back to their former, far more reasonable size, and her hair–so bleached–returned to a more natural shade of blond.

Finally, as her dress sagged, Samus felt the tingling reach her head. She groaned and clutched her temple as the energy coursed through her neurons, reconnecting the wires it had detached and lubricating the gears it had thrown wrenches into. Her skull pulsed with an influx of fresh thoughts, which came so fast they crashed into one another. Groaning, she dropped to her knees and looked around. “What–? Where–?”

Around her body, the sexy red dress she inexplicably found herself wearing melted like wax in the face of a flame. Flowing down her figure–and leaving her in nothing but a bikini–it pooled on the sand and sculpted itself like clay, taking the shape of a naked young woman with silver eyes and red-brown hair.

Ruby Rose wailed, clutching herself and whimpering.

Nearby, the other objects were changing back as well: the giant, cum-filled condom ballooned into a perverse sculpture and changed in a wave of shimmering into the embarrassed form of Android 18. Elsewhere, the curvaceous blonde pillar-thing snapped upright and stretched its arms, assets shrinking to a more reasonable size as it tore its legs apart and opened its eyes. Groaning, she clutched her head.

“Yang!” cried Ruby, leaping to her feet and charging naked across the arena to hug her.

From behind Samus came two abrupt ‘oofs’. Looking back, she saw two girls, one brunette and short, one scarlet-haired and taller, lying in the sand and rubbing themselves as if they’d fallen. The three shared a silent glance, unsure how to react.

Zzap! In a series of flashes, other women appeared. Dimly, head still pounding, Samus recognized them as the others from the cruise ship, all looking exactly as they had at the beginning of their journey. She even caught sight of her initial partner, Zelda.

Finally, the flashes ceased. Naked women filled the sandy arena, some looking around in stunned shock, like Samus herself, while others ran to their friends in reunion.

For an instant, watching the redhead with silver eyes hug her friends, Samus dared to hope that they might have a happy ending.

Then her addled brain remembered the second part of her wish. “N-No!” cried Samus, leaping to her feet. “Don’t!”

Her cry of panic cut through the happy reunions, throwing the arena into silence. But before anyone had a chance to respond, a terrible pressure assaulted everyone in the crowd, as if a giant rock had been placed on all their shoulders.

With a gasp, Samus fell back to her knees. It felt as if a giant was squeezing her. Heart pounding, sweat pouring from her face, Samus moaned as it forced her upright again, slamming her legs together and her arms against her sides. 

From across the sand came a series of screams as the other women gathered found themselves handled similarly. Samus saw 18 and her partner screaming, and heard the shrieks of utter panic from the blue-haired women nearby. Elsewhere, Zelda beheld her new fate with a regal impassiveness, though she couldn’t keep a hint of fear from leaking into her eyes.

As Samus fought, struggling to break free of the invisible hand gripping her, an intense scream of lust sounded from nearby.

With effort, Samus turned her head to Ruby’s group, and gasped in horror. The black-haired member of their team writhed as if being electrocuted, eyes rolled back in their sockets, pussy pouring with endless pleasure. As she moaned, a wave of purple, so dark it was almost black, washed over her form and left her as glossy as plastic. An instant later, she shrank, crushed by an invisible vice.

“Blake!” cried Yang.

As Blake compacted, her body changed shape: feet flattening into a disc, legs fusing and collapsing into a short pillar, while everything above was molded into a rounded cone with only the vaguest impression of her features on its surface. Finally, it fell, landing in the sand with a little thump.

Ruby screamed.

No sooner had Blake finished changing than the white-haired member of her team threw back her head and squealed. She wasn’t the only one–four others joined her: 18’s partner, a curvaceous blonde with brown eyes, the dragon-girl with the tail, and the horned woman with raven wings sprouting from her behind. As one, they moaned, writhing in pleasure as an invisible energy coursed through them.

Slamming their legs together and their arms against their sides, the five stood straight and screamed, mouths wide, as their skin turned hard and glossy and brightly colored: white, blue, yellow, green, and a rich, deep purple respectively.

As their flesh finished turning to plastic, the ghostly vice crushed them too, flattening their features and stretching them tall even as it compacted them to a tenth of their former heights.

At last, five plastic rods, thick and phallic, fell to the sand. You could just about see their faces, wide in tortured delight, etched into their tips.

Once again, Ruby screamed in horror. This time, however, it took a swift turn towards the pleasured: as Samus watched, gritting her teeth, the young woman writhed in her hidden shackles, form shaking and quivering, juices pouring from her sex.

Finally, her limbs crumpled like emptied socks, her skin turned a deep, translucent red, and she shrank to the size of a doll. Certain parts of her retained more of their size than others, namely her breasts, buttocks, and sex. The resultant object looked as if it were meant for one purpose only.

“Ruby!” As her sister hit the ground, still steaming, Yang’s scream filled the arena. Like her sister’s, hers soon took a turn to the orgasmic. As did that of the scarlet-haired girl near her.

As one, they spread their legs and arms as if to give someone a hug. To the sound of their moans, their bodies plumped, buttocks and thighs and boobs all fattened even as their skin turned to smooth plastic. Finally, seams wove their way over their forms, the pair’s holes–all three important ones–bloated into a sextet of fat, pink donuts, cutting off their cries. Faces turning to cartoons', they dropped and hit the sand with a squeak.

Elsewhere, the short brunette Samus had noted before cried out, as did the blonde beside her. Unlike everyone else’s screams, the blonde’s had a sharp edge of delight to it. Together, they thrust out their sexes, and the rest of their bodies folded back and hardened, turning from soft flesh to hard, colored plastic: red and yellow, respectively. In seconds, all that remained of them were two tubes with artificial vulvas poking out of them.

Next up was 18. Standing straight, she slammed her arms against her sides and froze as her body turned to glossy plastic, the dark blue of denim. As she compacted like the others, however, her body bulged in several different places: her head, her chest, her hips, her knees, her feet: all became fat spheres, connected only by slim pillars. Finally, a ring formed beneath her former feet, and she fell to the sand, body curling in on itself.

Samus’s heart pounded.

Nearby, the brunette with red eyes cried in horror as her skin turned white and her limbs collapsed like Ruby before her. But instead of simply shrinking, another change afflicted her: a plastic button sprouted from her head like a mushroom cap, and when it struck the sand, a thick, translucent liquid spurted from her pussy, mouth, and breasts. 

As the brunette dribbled into the sand, a terrible scream cut through the air. “No, no, no, no! Not me! Not me! I’m a goddess, I’m a goddess! I’m a goddess!”

Samus turned to see the girl with long blue hair and Zelda both moaning as their legs slammed together and plumped up, thickening into a pillar. One screaming, one groaning, they bent over as their breasts and rears swelled, fattening to inhuman proportions even as their arms bent back and their hands fused to their hips. Slowly, the pair’s voices died out as their holes thickened and the rests of their bodies simplified. Soon, all that remained of them were a pair of perverted posts.

To her horror, Samus realized she was alone.

Heart pounding, sweat dripping from her brow, she struggled against her restraints with fresh force as the terrible pressure squeezed her even tighter. It slammed her legs together, pinned her arms against her sides, sent lightning bolts of utter, orgasmic energy coursing through her body. Like the others before her, Samus threw back her head and screamed. She couldn’t keep herself from doing so–it just felt so good.

Like a can of spilled paint, the blueness of her zero suit washed over Samus’s form, turning her skin to smooth, glossy plastic. As she froze, face locked in an expression of utter lust, the pressure on her increased again, compacting her in the process. Fire exploded from her groin, setting her thoughts ablaze with its ecstasy. She barely noticed her arms fading into her sides or her legs merging together or her head expanding into a tall, rounded cap. What she did notice was her clitoris swelling into a switch–the process tore her mind apart, scattering it into a thousand burning shards of pleasured debris. 

With a thump, she hit the sand, flicking her new switch in the process. Samus screamed in inanimate silence as her body started to vibrate, each slight tremor striking her with a fresh blast of lust.

As she lost herself in ecstasy, a shadow loomed over her.

*

Strolling through the arena, her absurdly-swollen body shaking with each step, Taberu bent down, picked up the thick blue vibrator, and flicked it off. Smirking to herself, she held it to her mouth like a mic and turned to face the catseyes above her. “Well–”

“Woops,” she said, replacing Samus with her pointer. “Well, there nyou go, folks, looks like we’ve come to the end of our tournament! Congratulations to our victor, Samus Aran. …It’s just a shame she didn’t word her wish a little more carefully, nya.” She giggled. “Anyway, that’s all for nyow! Tune in next time for another exciting episode of Battle Royale with Cheese!”

As Taberu signed off, the other hunters popped into existence around her, all looking as equally as swollen. Between the size of them, they had more boob and butt fat than some small counties. 

“Taberu!” cried Nomi, seizing her sister by the collar. “Nyou didn’t say the Cards would affect us!”

“What she said!” cried Panchira. “Look what nyou did to my dress!” She cupped her bodice, which looked like it needed a little adjustment.

Taberu scratched the back of her head in embarrassment. “Nyaaah... I guess I kinda assumed nyou all knew, nya.”

Nomi growled.

“Aw, don’t be mad, Nomi,” said Yuri, grabbing her older sister’s boobs. “I think nyou look great like this.”

Nomi huffed.

“Nyeah~, Nomi,” purred Doujinshi. “Like, wowza!” To the sound of a foghorn, her eyes ballooned out of their sockets and stretched all the way to her ex’s cleavage.

Nomi grabbed them and squeezed.

As Doujinshi squealed, Futanari moaned for a different reason. Screwing up her eyes, she massaged her swollen cock and panted as she stumbled across the arena, balls swaying, large and veined. “T-Tabby, nyou wouldn’t mind me using one of these little toys, would nyou?”

Taberu frowned. “Oh, um, actually I was planning to auction them–”

“Th-thanks,” said Futa, turning away without a word. Snatching up the reduced form of Ruby Rose, she speared in on her cock and pumped away happily, sighing in delight as she finally emptied her balls. “Oh nyeah~.” Tossing the swollen onahole away, she aimed her hungry eyes at Darkness and Megumin.

Taberu massaged her temples. “Nyevermind.”

“Don’t be sad, Tabby,” said Yuri. “There’s plenty to go around. Look!” She held up the rigid green form of Tohru. “There’s even one in my favorite color.”

Without waiting for Taberu’s response, Yuri spread her legs and slammed the dragon dildo inside her, shuddering at the feeling of its girth. “Nyou should try one too!”

As the other Bakeneko picked out toys, Taberu cocked her head and held up the hard blue form of Samus. “I suppose I might as well, nya.”

Click. Bzzzz. Schlup!

Hey, everyone! Thanks for participating! I hope you’ve had as much fun taking part in this little(ish) experiment of mine as I’ve had running it!

I’ve titled this chapter ‘Finale’, but there is going to be one more: a short epilogue covering the long-term fates of the contestants. After that, we’ll return to our regular schedule of erratically-posted Story Polls! So make sure to send me your ideas!

Thanks for reading!