Kingdom Hearts In Conflict(Xion & Namine TG) (Patreon)

There are few things more futile than trying to convince someone that your waifu is better than their waifu. One of those things was Kingdom Hearts debates, considering Square’s version of chronology and plots was less a straight line and more a child’s cartoon scribble. Sure it had a start and an end, but it crosses back over itself to the point where the whole picture gets muddied. And what sounded better than doing both at the same time? That’s what Nate and Jon were hashing out as they both took their arguments over best Kingdom Hearts girl far too seriously, already scaring away Albert away when he had mentioned Aqua as his fav. They were entering hour two now and unsurprisingly there was no progress being made at all as they complained about each other’s tastes.

Jon was a fiery redhead with glasses, his bad skin just adding more red accents to his face as he yelled endlessly about his horse in this race, Namine. Nate balked at how someone could be so thorough in their bad tastes, this poor simple fool uneducated of the true nature of beauty in their choice of Xion. Nate was all black from his hair to his clothes, his attire gothy and complicated with lots of straps and useless zippers.
“How can you go for such a bland girly character with no intrigue, no memories, she’s literally as fucking blank as the paper she draws on!”
“Oh please you want some difficult moody asshole like Xion? At least Namine would be a good wife who’d listen to you. You can’t even say Xion would even look like herself.”
“That’s right! You’d be getting like a thousand waifus at once! If you ever got tired of Xion all you’d have to do is think about it a bit and she could be whoever you wanted!”
“Knowing you she’d probably turn into Sora before whatever embarrassing goth archetype you lusted after next.”
“FUCK YOU DUDE!”

All of this back and forth was in front of a paused screen of Kingdom Hearts 3, the playing of which had started this whole dumb discussion. Strangely, some of the characters behind the pause screen seemed to be watching intently, namely Kairi whose eyes seemed to follow whoever was speaking, the game unpausing randomly for the cutscene to continue as they got more heated in their argumentation.
“What about Kairi?!” Both Nate and Jon nearly had heart attacks before the rest of the cutscene played, both of them looking for the controller to repause the game, though for once they had a common thought/enemy as they laughed at the suggestion.

“Could you imagine if one of us had said Kairi? Like come on she’s as basic as they come and it’s amazing how much better her copies are.”
“Yeah dude, like sure you have shit taste, but at least your taste isn’t that shit. Besides why go for vanilla when you got a nice goth girlfriend version of her waiting for you?”
“No Namine is clearly the best and if you can’t see that I guess you just need her to clear your brain for a bit. Y’know, cause she actually does stuff unlike Xion.”
“Oh for the love of god that’s cause you haven’t played any of the expanded games outside of the main three asshole!”
“I played Chain of Memories…”
“Maybe if you played 358/2 you’d actually get why I like-”

The game restarted again, scaring both, though this time Jon noticed Nate’s ass pressing against the buttons.
“You idiot! Watch where you’re sitting!” The cutscene itself was weird if they had paid attention, Kairi alone as she huffed outwards to the in game camera.
“Why don’t you both learn to enjoy things!” She said before Nate exited the game. Or well he tried to, the buttons annoyingly unresponsive. Jon wasn’t about to let this go, another source of mockery very entertaining to him.

“Geez you can’t even exit a game properly. No wonder you like Namine.” Nate cursed, feeling something spark out, making his thumb feel numb as his frustration took over.
“Here you do it then!” He threw the controller a bit harder than intended, Jon just barely catching it as it bumped against his forehead, the numbing sparks there much easier to ignore as he tapped the a button, immediately shutting it down as the two of them continued their arguing separately, Nate feeling hungry.

He kept stretching his fingers, the calloused pads tingling as they softened, nails glossing over as they grew in length. The further each finger stretched, the slimmer it became, the slender paleness spreading as his hand clenched and unclenched, the entire hand slim and cute as the palm refined. To Nate, all he felt was a subtle, nice vibration, focusing more on his food as he took out a plate and some chips, grabbing some hummus out the refrigerator with his unchanged right hand before setting it all down. The chips and plate felt heavier than normal, not anything too drastic, but it was definitely an odd feeling as the muscles in his left arm, meager as they were, vanished leaving a svelte limb bolstered with feminine fat. It wasn’t just his body that was changing either, the structural integrity of the plate starting to crumble under his touch, a slight flexibility and atomic separation happening as the ceramic paled to pure white, subtle rustling noises of a sheaf being bent accompanying each step as he poured his snacks out and started dipping.

“Lol you always do this. Running away when I’ve won.” Jon was too lazy to leave the couch at that moment, his head throbbing a bit, surely the sign of a headache, but he rarely got bad ones so he just decided to let it ride, his left eyebrow draining of color as it was plucked into a thin line.

“Shut up dude I was just hungry! Until you learn to appreciate a cutie goth’s thighs I have nothing else to say to you.” Normally Jon would have yelled that it’s Kingdom Hearts and every character’s emo and that’d start a whole other argument over emo vs goth, but the headache actually flared then, his temples throbbing with a barely noticed skull scrunch, the width of his skull decreasing while his left eye felt like it was going to pop out its socket. Debilitated by the pain of it all, the only sounds he could muster up were some strained groans, his ears ringing as he heard something crumble and snap, his eyelashes sprouting out into long lashes as the lid below widened. The eye fluttered open, its pupil now a slightly subdued periwinkle, the eye much larger than before and slanted. Tears fell down from the agitation, her normal eye leaking as it too began to ache and throb, the eye shutting as he rubbed his temples, softening the contours of his face while the lashes sprouted out once more, his red hair starting its own darkening from the roots.

Nate took Jon’s irregular silence as a small victory, working his left shoulder as something popped into place, surprised at how smooth his skin felt as he gripped it, a subdued coo ringing out as he rubbed it. The interlaced leather of his sleeveless vest was flattening, bleaching away to a simplistic white, the designs fading as the purity traveled further in. He would have explored his limb further, but he was distracted, the side of his plate collapsing before his eyes. It was weird, the lip of the plate drooping down, separating into white layers as more and more of it flattened down to the table, the bits of humus and chip crumbs absorbed into the surface as faint lines of ink.
“What the fuck?!” The plate was now half a sheaf of loose sketch paper, more of his food being dragged down into 2-d renderings. Pure unblemished skin now ran down his collarbone as he took a look, the subtle pops of his masculine frame lost under his confused ranting as he tried to understand just what the hell he was seeing.
“Oh shit Jon I think the Hummus might have gone bad and some psychedelic mold or whatever was gr-ooowing ahhhn~! Ohhh what the f-frick?” There was a sudden surge in pleasure as the skin crawled down over his nipples, converting more of the leather to a much softer, simple white dress. Staring down in confusion, it still didn’t fully register as he saw his changing shirt, the two tender lumps tenting an outfit he hadn’t been wearing a second before, touching one and moaning from the new sensation as his Adam’s Apple receded further, making the sounds he made be abundantly girly and cutesy.

Normally Jon would have immediately gone to find the source of moans that provocative especially in his apartment given his bad complexion and subaverage looks leaving his dating life very… meh, but the thorough restructuring of his face was driving everything away except pain. He crumpled into fetal position, groaning as his acne was cleared, the skin around the changed areas ungodly smooth. It did hurt a decent amount, his nose grinding against his skull as it popped into a cute button, his big mouth reducing down to a cute, mousy thing, its framing accenting it as his lips pouted slightly. He just wanted to fade away from the pain, that more reclusive thought reflecting a deepening darkness, his bright red hair darkening in stabs of black through the red. It didn’t grow much past his cheeks, a few strands down the back curving inwards as they tickled the back of his neck. 

While his own Apple was being consumed by the changes, there was a larger swelling around it, his face firmly planted between his thighs as his basic shorts ruffled from his tight positioning, the pant legs bursting at the seams and floofing out to a pleated skirt. This left the fringes of his softened chin and raised cheeks press against his thighs, their new skin’s perfection rubbing off as his slightly chunky thighs gained more buoyancy, the fat there swelling with a rush of heat and lust, Jon confused as the pain died down, a strange note of arousal tinging his groans as they rose despite sounding oddly dejected, a sullen, sensitive soprano ringing from his lips. The pleasure inadvertently sent his face digging in harder, his chin digging into his cock. Boxers turned to panties, the lace fringes making him giggle and groan, but that groan quickly shifted to a cry of shocked ecstasy, matching his friend’s as his balls filled to the brim, the two sacks suddenly squishing down, streams of cum shooting out his dick as he continued moaning feeling them squirm into his body. The migraine and pleasure were all pooling together in his head, making his body shake as parts of his identity were directly converted, Jion’s hands slimming down as he struggled to reach his cock, feeling the shaft start to tug inwards.

Nate couldn’t tear his eyes from his bulging nipples, a deeply embarrassed blush resonating as the pink areolas brushed against the white silk, making him grow hard as his mental state was still in shock.

“J-Jon I think you need to call an ambulance or something cause uh… is that my voice? Oh f-huuuUUUUGH AHHHH~!” It wasn’t  a lot of growth, yet on his shrinking frame it felt massive, the usually inert pecs swelling with potent pockets of fat. Each forming breast sloshed as the malleable interiors firmed up, the moans of an angel leaving his body in a tone that was sickeningly cheery and even worse, familiar.
“No No No! I can’t be turning into, th-that’s not fucking possible! Wait Jon what the fuck are you doing this shit is-” An odd discomfort filled him at saying all those curses, sounding comical in his new voice, but that’s not what cut him off. Jon’s heated screaming in an equally familiar voice and the sloshy noises coming from the couch were enough to drag his attention away, his face filled with shock, followed by discomfort as his breasts swelled more, pulling in more mass from his waist and redistributing it appropriately.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to stand soon, gritting through the absurdly strong pleasure coursing from his swelling bosom, how hard he was, how soft his entire outfit had become as it fluttered lily white around his body. The room was spinning, partly due to his changing center of gravity and partly because his spine was crushing down, the feeling of a great weight breaking the bones giving him slight vertigo. There was a growl from his stomach, though instead of hunger it was of reformation, his slim build as a boy turning anorexic before his breasts finished their siphoning, both sides of his waist properly crimped inwards to a girlish figure.
“J-Jon!” She tried to glimpse something from the hunched figure on their couch, surprised as she saw his hair now dark and silky, his fully rearranged face jerking up in a state of bliss, reminding Nate of an artist aheago he had seen on a few websites with lewds of her. There was enough open fabric around her legs to make the next parts easy to see, something thick and milky dripping down his legs while their erect cock trembled against the panties, Nate ashamed of how turned on he felt by his roommate’s cries and wondering if this was a glimpse into his near future. God he really did look like her though, better than any artist’s renditions.
“Holy crap dude you’re turning into Xion! That’s not fair why the fuck are we turning into each other’s waifu’s? I like Xion you’r-” Nate was cut off by a vicious turn of Jon’s head his lips quivering, a pleased whine rising as the shaft between his legs wobbled, his dainty hands gripping his temples as he came.

Jion was barely hanging on as it was, memories and emotions buffeting his brain like the banks of a turbulent river, ecstasy a current that was intent on replacing him. So to hear his new name ringing out from Namine’s voice was far too much for him to handle, his psyche crumbling under the rampant lust for change, Xion bouncing around until that was all he could think of himself as, the J in his head forced away as his cock crumbled under the pressure of Xion. She was always so reluctant to express herself too much, always feeling the fact that she was a failed copy and her relatively quiet demeanor a reflection of that. Not that she was being quiet now, the idea impossible as it felt like the muscles in and around her groin were teaming up to create the most erotic sensations possible, her body pulsing with pleasure as shot after shot of cum exited her dick, as if her body was jettisoning all of the excess height and muscle out her cock.

It basically was, her tummy tightening, sides slacking, frame compacting, everything pooling in her hips as they split open, a firm, athletic tush bouncing pleasurably as the sheer force of her ejaculation widened her shaft, making it stubby as the whole thing slipped inside, the torrent of release slowing down in intensity until the tip finally slid inside, one final spurt of clear juices popping out with a surprised eek. Xion gasped, slipping a finger in to chase the high of that pleasure, her moans nervously squeaking out as her whole body toned, the full body orasmic shakes tenderizing her weak muscle into fit peaks and valleys, the juices pooled in her socks hardening them, leatherizing the cotton as tough boot material. Everywhere her messy releases had landed were toughening, all of the buttons and straps lost on Nate’s outfit sprouting from Xion’s, hard nubs and buttons sprouting in ordered patterns, two of the metal stubs agitating her nipples playfully, the cold metal making them harden. Fully lost to her new identity, she eagerly played with them, quietly moaning as the last of her changes ran through her.

Where she was blissfully surrendering, Nate was fucking horrified, not wanting to be some doey eyed boring damsel. From the way his friend had been moaning, it was clear that once the dick got hit it was game over, a few scared groans all he could muster as his chin snapped, the chapped roughness of his lips inflating to glossy plumpness. He ran for the door first, banging and trying to get it open, only to find some force preventing the lock mechanisms from opening. His other arm and had succumbed to Namine as he ran for the tv, pushing aside a masterbating Xion… well okay he admittedly was hypnotized for a second at the sight before she kicked him for watching, the knee kinking inwards as the accompanying hip popped out. Grunting through the pain and ignoring the desire to play with his own chest he picked up their controller and quickly tried opening the game, hoping that somewhere in there was their salvation. Instead all he got was a loading screen for an update, an export of game files into real life according to the monitor. Out of options he found himself staring at Xion, shaking out of it as he remembered there were still the bathroom windows, but before he could test his last ditch hope he was knocked to the ground, his other hip popping out as his knees knocked together, a panting Xion prowling over him.

Xion admitted to herself that part of the turn on was the snuffing out of the previous identity, for once feeling like THE dominant personality being a surprisingly fulfilling sensation as her chest swelled with pride and fat, her calves squeezing together to athletic, curvy shapes and finally her compressed feet giving in to the boots as she became Xion in body and mind followed by cumming as Xion in both body and mind. The only slight marr to her bliss was when some pervert gawked at her while doing it, her legs thrashing out to shoo him away as he fiddled with some plastic block. Fine, he could do whatever he wanted as long as she could enjoy herself, moaning in a low, quavering note as she relaxed into a dazed bliss. The pervert was staring at her again, with quite the erection of his own she might add, but what caught her notice was his outfit, a blank white dress, his socks dissolving away before her eyes while the masculine features were doing much the same. His nose was sharper, eyes sparkling as they turned aquamarine. She knew that face and there was something arousing seeing what happened to her happen to him.

She kicked out his leg reflexively, grinning as he fell, the changes spreading to his hips and legs further.
“Getting off to me are you pervert?” She said it with perhaps too much intensity for the playful tone she had imagined, yet the fear there was potent too, Xion enjoying this foray into dominating for once, even if she knew she’d be too embarrassed normally to even consider doing any of this, but screw it, she always did everything with a quiet determination, why not some foreplay?
“How should I punish a pervert hmm? Maybe I should help get rid of him!”
“W-Wait Jon don’t d-HOOOOO~!” Nate screamed as Xion accosted his nipples, playing with them as his body crunched under her every grope.

SQUEEZE

Fat flowed into his hips, rounding them out.

SQUEEZE

There was a slight shake as his ass slightly pushed out against the carpet, only some of the fat she was looking for draining into his caboose. Well…

SQUEEZE SQUEEZE SQUEEZE

There was no stopping her now, her hands playing with his body like her own personal stress doll as their moans turned choppy and drooly, Xion not stopping until they were raised a good few inches off the ground, Nate’s thighs thick too as she had gone a bit overboard, not that Xion minded as she saw his clearly aroused features contort in agitated bliss. His face was fully Namine’s at this point minus her eyebrows and hair, but it looked so cute agitated, curses and scowling combining for a hilariously unfitting usage of the girl Xion knew, her lust driving her down to cut them off with a kiss, her tongue forcing its way in at first before something snapped and suddenly Nate was reciprocating as well. She smiled as she separated, seeing his hair fully grown out in all its blonde glory, but the fear was back and he was trying to fight again.

For Nate it was equal parts heaven and hell, his whole body trying to fight back and failing under her tender squeezes, his dream of Xion fucking him never so horrifyingly material. He was helpless under her touch, melting like butter to her whims as she initiated a kiss, his brain throbbing happily as their tongues danced, a spark blasting in his head as the short black cropped off cut exploded into a sea of blonde strands, Nane moaning as she nearly drowned in fantasy. Truthfully Namine could have taken over right then and there, but in her innocent state, the shock at what was happening drove her back inside, Nane gasping as the kiss ended. There was barely anything left to change, even her feet shrinking before her eyes, well what she could see through Xion’s blockade. Each toe was pedicured, his slender heels and slim legs lacking any strength to kick her off, his hands breaking free of her grasp as he squealed, the first tug at the base of his shaft making him spasm wildly in ecstasy.

Despite how good it felt, he gripped his hard cock and pulled back against the inwards suck of his groin, moaning and screaming but staying firm, needing both hands to compete with the strong forces gripping his cock, buzzing around his shaft and making his balls swell with need, a need Xion was all too happy to deliver. It wasn’t like he could stop her, feeling exhausted from maintaining his cock, so all he could do was wriggle and beg, his pleas falling on deaf ears as Xion tenderly grasped both of his swollen testicles and squished them down, draining their contents until the could force the two rubbery sacs in with a harsh, wet slap sound. Namne screamed like he’d never screamed before, load after load of hot spunk shooting out, arcing up and slamming back down against his body, staining his white dress with more white, endless ecstasy building as he could feel every internal itch of his balls forceful incursion. The pleasure was too strong, his arms were too weak, and worst of all some of the cum had fallen between the cracks of his fingers and palm, greasing the shaft, both hands flinging off as she cried out in defeat, a ringing note of defeat that wavered towards victory in its final moments, Namine’s cock slamming into her fresh vagina with a wet splash, her tip a clit that Xion was more than happy to break in as the two writhed and screamed together.

Eventually the two collapsed, exhausted and a bit frustrated, wanting to be satisfied by something more than just their tongues and fingers. Wasn’t there someone else around who could help? Wasn’t there someone who-

“Hey guys I hope you stopped your bitching, I bought sushi ho- what the hell?!” It was Albert, the roommate who had been bullied out an hour ago back when they had still just been two overeager nerds. It was one man, but that man had only one cock and both Xion and Namine looked up embarrassed at their mess, wondering how to broach the subject, all of that lusty bravado fading now. Namine ended up speaking first.
“Which one of us do you like more Albert? Tell us and we’ll be happy to let you do whatever you want. Though I might just have to use my drawings if you choose… poorly.” Rather than speaking, Xion just stared intensely and cracked a few knuckles, the intent clear. Albert had no idea who the hell to pick, still trying to process actual Kingdom Hearts girls brought to life suddenly. What the fuck was going on?! Where the fuck were his roommates?! In his distress he just ran his mouth, accidentally saying, “Uh, w-well I mean y-you’re both pretty uh, well p-pretty but I guess if I had to choose I’d s-say Aqua… W-Wait no I mean I’d be happy with-” They both looked on horrified, the damage done, a few strands of his brown hair already visibly blue, the tv’s loading screen buffering as another loading bar was added to the queue. This was gonna get messy.