Fate:GO of Hackers: Medusa and Carmilla Tg (Patreon)

"Uhh is this smart Grey I mean it's just a Gacha game and I don't want us getting into trouble..." Face looked on awkwardly scratching his goatee as his friend had both of their phones hooked up to his computer, rows of code that he didn't understand scrolling by as Grey continued plinking away at his keyboard.

"Look do you want Medusa before your bank account runs dry? Cause I'm not waiting that long or paying any more for Carmilla. Especially some of those outfits they released for Summer events. It's some dumb Gacha game. If they barely put effort into the adaptation I doubt they're protecting their website that dearly and at worst we'd just pay like 50 bucks in damages. Now let me focus."

It wasn't all that hard to hack into the Fate servers surprisingly, though Grey just put that down to his hacker skills, not really worrying about the danger of a honey pot or something clever like that. While he loved Fate passionately, the game was pretty blatantly manipulative and just wanted more horny nerd money. Though unfortunately for them he was the kind of nerd who could bypass it, his program running through the generation code as both of their phones triggered buying at the same time.

"There! Now do you still want to complain?" Face looked at the updating screen excitedly.

"Y-You mean it's done?! Hell yeah!"

"That's right now you can buy me lunch for the next few weeks since I just saved us at leas-"

"Uh Grey? These are ten star?" 

Grey pulled up his own phone checking for himself while he whined, "Dude they're not even five star and ten star doesn't even- what the fuck?!" As much as he wanted to make fun of Face, it was true, a glitched out 10 where the usual star counter was, their screens subtly brightening by the second.

"Huh but I did everything perfect what the hell is... uh is your phone glowing too?" The glow was turning to twin beacons as the two hackers were bathed in light, FGO's security system ready to punish those who dared try to steal from it.

Grey and Face both groaned as the light faded, their skin feeling raw and prickly, the room still spinning a little from the sudden disorienting flash of light.

"What the hell was that Grey?!" He was already poring through the code, trying to find an answer to just that question. It was clear that this was some kind of security protocol but there was no way a clear picture was taken in that flash. So what did it even do?

"Look I don't know what it kff kff uh, is my voice-" Grey was cut off by something liquid sloshing down his throat, a clear film of something coughed out as he felt his neck, unable to help but notice that his neck was completely flat, a few test words all coming out feminine and poised. Concerned by his friend suddenly spitting up a torrent of fluids, Face tried to ask if he was okay only to have his own interruption of a more embarrassing sort.

"Oh god Grey are you ok-AHHHN! Ohh~?! OOH!" By the start of the question he was hard, quickly feeling his cock rub against his boxers tenderly. Before he knew it, a dark stain was spreading out along his shorts, each squeal a reaction to his unloading cock, his balls seizing up as they emptied and began to earnestly press against the base of his cock. Face didn't really know what was happening past that something that felt really amazing was suffusing his cock, a few more embarrassed moans signaling his testicles' farewell as they both shot into his body, the sudden insertion orgasmic. Screaming now he slipped his hands past the drenched band of his shorts, instinctively pressing down on his cock without realizing why, squealing as the hard shaft began to suck into him. Feeling it shrink in his grasp sent a panicked jerk through his body, his hands desperately trying to grab hold and keep it from the maw sucking it down, but he had already cum too much and he could only moan and fall to his knees as his cock slipped out of his grip and inverted to a throbbing pussy, Face screaming as she orgasmed.

Grey's attention was thoroughly stolen from his own changes as he turned to watch, his friend's aroused screams continuing as his pants fell away in the fall, revealing fuller hips and her new genitals. While he stared dumbfounded, his blank state of shock crunched and shifted, the bones of his face refining, angling to haughty arches and sharp features, his nose a small knife, eyes large, golden flames that expanded as they drank in the sights around him. He tried to think of something to say, working his jaw pointlessly as it reduced to a cute point, his lips feeling thick and smooth when he smacked them together. What does one say when their friend suddenly loses their dick in front of you? Not that he cared much for someone whose clothes clearly marked them for a peasant leech on socie- huh? Where had that thought come from?! And what was all this hair?! Grey's mop on top was bleaching white, the roots infecting his mind with classism and a new person's mentality, his hands gripping his temples as his old personality was slowly but surely suppressed by a more confident, haughty master.

While Grey was fighting, Face had for the most part, completely given in to the pleasure, letting it spread, propagate, drive him further down the bizarre hole he found himself both in and possessing. Even though he wanted to stop, his body's desires couldn't be denied as his grabbing fingers turned to probing, schlicking in and out as the flesh of his ass bloated, filling to a ripe rump. The thickness was spreading the more he gave in, his thighs pressing together to close their gap, fat soon spreading them back apart as his legs spread to long, curvy supports, shrinking heels digging into her thick ass as she moaned, her fingers digging deeper into her as she felt awfully embarrassed, realizing Carmilla was watching her do this shameful, wait Carmilla?

Grey was certainly thinking of himself more and more in that light, giggling as he ran thinning fingers through his hair, watching each digit shrink while the nails gained an inch of cerulean colored length. Yes this host would be much better for her once she got rid of this subpar mortal shell. Obviously she should be in charge even if the host was less than cooperative, still protesting out loud.

"N-NO! I'm not going to let you take over my-NNGH!" Pain raced through his body, purposefully taking her time to crush his shoulder blades down, rounding them, making sure each skeletal pop and muscular spasm was horrendous, opting to crush his will first through pain, then she'd offer the pleasing offer of pleasure as an incentive. It seemed to be working well on his other friend whose pants had shredded with the luscious legs she now possessed, her changes much further along.

Face's mind was a mixed up maelstrom of conflicting emotions, all of them softly lapping over her identity, not really giving her a chance to fight back when she was too lost in pleasure to even notice it was being replaced. The spots of change were noticeably smoother, all of her black hairs from the hips down were plucked off, the ones left silky and turning an unnatural purple above her lower lips. There was stronger pulsing from her pussy too, the muscled walls sucking her fingers deeper, Face soon running through both hands as her snatch pulled them out, turning each finger into a dainty digit. Even better was the rush of strength that filled her with each change, a hidden layer of tough muscle under the succulent fat. Random patches of hair on her head were beginning to sprout as her pleased moans lessened in intensity openly, a more reserved form of expression dominating. Squeals reduced to coos, spasms to small shifts, her longer fingers servicing her pussy as they pressed in deeper; more precisely than her previous fumbling. It felt wonderful.

"Give in idiot!" It sounded like Grey was arguing with himself as his frame compressed with some truly horrifying pops, Carmilla feeling her host's will faltering as her smoothening skin's amped sensitivity meant he felt the pain even more than he normally would, his resistance only forming as intelligible screams as Carmilla whittled his waist down to slim curves, his hip bones painfully scraping against his sides in bony arrangements. Now was the time to strike.

"Let me show you how nice giving in to me feels..." Normally she would despise having to ask anything from a human more than once, but this was more teasing than convincing, her victory already assured and she did love playing with her prey. If there was one thing both minds could agree on, it was how ecstatic the following seconds were as their nipples swelled into thick discs, puckering as fat drained into them, forcing their shirt to the limit as the cloth dug into their sensitive chest, sending alien surges of pleasure throughout their body, the pleasure wiping away all resistance from Grey as their hands twitched towards their hardened cock. Carmilla smirked as they began to jerk his shaft, loving how easy it was to break him and force him to do her bidding as sultry moans filled the room.

Their aroused squeals only added to Medaca's masturbation, the perfect background noise as purple locks flowed as freely from her head as juices from her thighs, waves of silk shrouding her body in comforting warmth. She imagined it was her master's embrace, the idea of cuddling with them a major turn on as her nipples hardened, the hard lumps seemingly sucking at the muscle of her flat chest. Pressure built up in her waist as the sucking hastened, a vice grip forming on her sides, a tremendous series of cracks pulling them in wondrously as all that mass wriggled under her chest, surging out to her delight.

She finally came, every muscle in her body twitching as her breasts jostled in the explosion of their own growth, a few barely audible gasps announcing her completion as her cheeks burned red, the bone melting to softer arrangements. Her goatee burned away, revealing smooth cheeks and soft lips, her eyes washed out amethysts. The red of her cheeks traveled up to her forehead, darkening to solid lines, a red tattoo dyeing itself into the flesh. It seared into her brain, Medusa excising whatever hold Face had left. There were a few pieces left to fix in her post orgasm spasms, her shoulders rounding down, a few parts of her body deFaceing themselves, though pun aside she considered the last few shifts as much needed boosts to her fighting potential. She couldn't protect her master with such a weak body!

There were no thoughts left in Grey as he began pumping away at his dick, willingly letting pieces of himself get consumed by Carmilla as he only cared about satiating his endless lust, working harder and harder at his cock to spill its slimy seed and release the clear spring fountains of Carmilla's prized pussy. For her part Carmilla delighted in his thoughts, laughing as she twisted his identity to subservient simpleton, desperate to attain her perfection, moaning happily as shots of cum unloaded from his cock. Not waiting for his body to do it, Grey's fingers pressed against his balls, flattening them as he squealed in ecstasy, their leathery, lumpy blights wriggling deep into his abdomen.

"MMmm ~I think that's enough of your fun." And like that Carmilla crushed the rest of Grey's will like she had smushed a fly. Yes it would be fun to force him to fuck himself into submission, but even she had to admit the sensations from her leaking cock were stupendous and she didn't want to take the backseat on such a rare experience. Slipping a finger expertly into her tip, she pressed down, loving each painful burn as the muscular organ gave into her strength, the bendable mushroom tip opening as it shrunk, the whole thing compressing like an accordion, increasing in girth as the whole thing pulsated in an increasing tempo, in sync with her heart. 

It wasn't spurting as much as flowing now, a warm bath of ecstasy drawing the organ into her, the tip meeting resistance as it pressed against her flat groin. Grunting, Carmilla slid her nail in further, taking great joy in carving out her own vagina, moaning as she shoved her cock in deeper to previously non existent channels, groaning as her ass and thighs billowed with soft fat, adding a plush comfort to the process. The much abused tip seemed to be hardening under her assault, like a limb soaked in epson salt, the sensitive skin condensing, darkening to a violently pink color  as less girth remained outside, the final bit slurping into her lips as Carmilla found herself fondling an engorged clitoris, crying out as a geyser erupted from her new pussy, all of her pent up essence and desire pouring out onto the floor as it pooled along her shrinking toes, drenching them in Carmilla until they were similarly pedicured to perfection.

While Medusa was still busy gasping from her own changes, Carmilla was already moving on to the next few steps, searching the shabby abode for a mirror to better observe her own magnificence. The third door finally held a cramped bathroom, her nose wriggling in distaste at the display of poverty, but at least it would do for now. What would not do were her clothes, black sweatshirt, white undershirt, both draped over her like some hastily put on post shameful sex wardrobe than a carefully crafted outfit. Returning to the computer that had summoned the two of them, she looked at the pages upon pages of code before just slapping the computer.

"Clothe me properly if you're going to summon me idiot! Her as well even if she's still lying down in her own filth. I know you're recording all the audio so do it." Through the partially cracked screen more lines of code ran by two more bright bursts of light streaming from the forgotten phones of their previous selves.

Their clothing turned alive, writhing in a sea of fibers as they turned more ornate. Medusa's clothes went skimpy, a thong like pair of panties that hiked up high, hidden under a very open dress that hugged her curves openly, a surprisingly open style of dress for such a closed off woman.

Carmilla blushed under the tender caresses of her outfit, the undershirt stretching to shiny latex, a white, open shouldered dress with side slits while her sweatshirt lost the shirt and expanded to a loose sweater, the collar hanging temptingly on her frame. Better though was the way the light bent the world around them, cheap carpeting turning lush and expensive, the ceilings rising, plaster turning to marble, linoleum to wood. The developers must have known she'd have complained about that next, how thoughtful of them. Why they didn't do it with the changes was another question entirely, but sure this would do.