Resident Hottie(Ada Wong Tg) (Patreon)

Max's excitement for the remake was waning as he smacked his screen, trying to see if that'd fix any of his issues. This was why he usually waited a few weeks to buy a new release so the post day one patches could fix any rough spots, but he was too much a fan of Resident Evil 2, replaying it constantly and the graphical updates made his favorite characters look so good. Especially Ada, one of his first fictional crushes and he could forgive a few loading lags and glitches to see her in all her modern glory. Well, if it would actually play. He should have had enough space for it, but the screen was just a repeating loop of the loading icon. He couldn't even access the quit tab so his computer was stuck in stasis as he smacked it once more, hoping something would happen.

Thankfully it only took another two minutes, the loading done as a wall of text faded in, Max almost ready to skip it till he read what it was saying.

"Congratulations on being the first player?"

Sure he had it preordered and on auto download, but given how shitty the load was he wondered if a lot of people were currently dealing with worse stuttering. Maybe he should take a picture of this? But he didn't want to miss reading it either.

"As such you're entitled to a completely novel experience, an experience more immersive than any other player will get to feel. Are you ready to become a resident...?"

There was a small bar that he could type in, the blinking line taking him a minute to notice as he snapped a pic of the unique message. Did it want him to pick a character? Well that was easy for him.

"A D A space W O N G. There we go! That should- Gah?!"

No sooner had he typed her name did a large flash of white blind him, his monitor unnaturally bright like halogens had replaced his LED's. There was a warm bath of light that rolled over him from the top down, the world blinded from him as the heat ran down, his eyes needing time to recover as he found himself somewhere completely new.

For most people waking up randomly inside a dimly lit corridor teeming with mold, cracks and bloodstains would be the strangest thing, especially if they had been in the comfort of their home just a second ago. But to Max, it was how familiar the hall looked, the bloodstains just as he remembered them, the floor grimy and echoing every clammy step he took on them. The dead giveaway was the giant R.P.D. insignia partially crumbled.

"Th-That's from Resident Evil 2! Holy shit am I-"

There was a quick rush of thoughtless giddiness at the idea. Getting to be in one of his favorite games sounded like a dream come true! And then the reality set in as he stared at his shoeless feet. Resident Evil was not a world he wanted to be in, especially when he had to stomp around in just a pair of tennis socks over broken glass and god knows what else. How was this possible? Could he get back? Shit shit there had to be something he could do, the stress was already giving him a headache. A really powerful one, almost diving into the middle of his brain, like the pressure was about to-

FWWMMPH

"Uhhhn..."

Something gently popped, Max feeling a bit dizzy as intense prickles ran along his scalp, something soft and silky puffing down as it tickled his chin and neck. For a second he thought a spiderweb had fallen on top of him before a harsh tug made him cry, the long, silky strands firmly rooted in his scalp. It wasn't the longest, but given his hair usually was on the short side and not nearly this well maintained it seemed it was more than just his location that was changing. It was only when he saw the color darken, his bob cut now an inky black, the style clicking in place with where he was that he truly felt the need to calm down.

What? No panic h-he had to act professionally. This wasn't her first time was it?***

He was breathing heavy, the pressure returning, but less violent, his temples throbbing as he touched his brow, groaning as he felt the plates of his skull shift and pop. He had to find a mirror, stumbling through the rubble, looking for a bathroom or something to see the damage as he groaned. There was a certain spot on his skull as his forehead shrank that felt impossibly good, Max feeling nauseous one second, then horny the next, the latter winning out as more of his forehead sank, his eyebrows plucking themselves which shouldn't be a shock. What else would she do while en route to her next- Shit shit these memories were intrusive, but Max could remember it now, his fingers mirroring the motion of tweezing as his brows thinned to slender arches, and of course there was always her makeup.

"Ohhh~ oh..."

His brow felt so smooth, like all the wrinkles had been ironed out, his fingers rubbing the smooth, perfect skin, teasing the border where his far more oily and imperfect features were. A series of loud clicks added to the pressure point stabbing into his brain's pleasure center, Max barely muffling his wails of bliss as his eyes slanted, the weight of makeup dusting his lids as the bridge of his nose sunk in waves. His bones were snapping, flesh prickling as his stubble fluttered down with every encroaching wave of perfection. He couldn't help the arousal, accepting how good it felt as his nose shrank to a cute button, his cheeks sucking in as his rugged features all softened. By the time he reached the bathroom his top lip was thick and smacking against his bottom, his jaw trembling as the last of his stubble fluttered down, his moans starting to warble. There was a loud crunch that sent him stumbling, his voice cracking up half a register as he felt just how plump his lips were, sucking on a finger seductively. It distracted him long enough to miss his t shirt's collar detaching, the strip rising up as it tightened, choking him.

"HKK NNGGH GAH ANNGHH NNH OHHHHH~!"

He could feel his throat smoothing, his choked cries gurgling up as the thin fabric firmed up as he struggled to stop it, silver plating growing out the front of the now leathery choker. It nestled over his throat's bulge, his neck throbbing as bit by bit it turned slender. All the while a small voice in his head continued to repeat "Be calm. It's almost over. Remember your training," finding his half asphyxiated brain more open to suggestion as he coughed out sunken chunks of his Adam's Apple.

On his over six foot frame, it took half a minute of choked moaning before his voice cracked the final register to a familiar sultry alto, Ada's voice purring from his lips, her pleasured moans their own reward after such a trial, always so turned on by the thought of Leon.

"N-No! I dooo~ not l-hiiike Le- L-Leahhhn~!"

He regretted his attempt to stand almost instantly, having to brace himself against a sink as the changes made the plates of his shoulder blades shift and scrunch. He was stuck there, watching his reflection as the face of his crush moaned in bliss, Maxa watching as the collarless neck of his shirt continued to dip. It was oozing red, polyester turning to silk as the sleeves receded, the whole thing starting to squeeze against his body as the neckline plunged. Even through his whimpers, the painful crunching of sinew and muscle as the thinning straps of his former shirt shrank his frame, all he could respond with was bliss, pure, unadulterated arousal as he almost urged his shoulders to round, thinking how much easier stealth missions would be once she removed all this unnecessary bulk.

CRRNCH

"AHHHN AHH GAHHHHD~!"

His frame collapsed, shoulders grinded down to toothpicks, his biceps throbbing as they lost their bulk. He could only watch as his chest's pale flesh turned golden, the black cloth of his t shirt suddenly sucking to his nipples as he tried to prepare for what he knew was coming.

His shirt's hem furled upwards like drawn blinds, baring his entire midriff, the black fabric twisting around his nipples before swelling into padded cups. They moved in circular patterns, his nipples pinched inside the loose pads, red silk continuing to bleed out like some kind of perverse magic trick, their deep V far too tight for his body even with his arms continuing to shrink atop his unbalanced frame. What should have been a loose, bra like cover instead was suffocating, his body shape more of a trapezoid with his slender shoulders heaving with every forceful squeeze, his bare stomach thrusting back and forth as the last of Maxa's black t shirt condensed into a bra, his nipples throbbing under their constant teasing as the tight outer silk forced each cup to pump against his flesh, the seal skintight as Maxa felt the pressure suck against his blushing, thickening nips.

"OHHH~ OH L-LEAAAHN~!"

It was a struggle to think, his subconscious already drowning in subliminals, his desperation to keep his bulky, masculine frame, just her type of thoughts from straying too far from where he intended. He slid a little from his perched position, hands twitching as shreds of sucked up sleeve  slipped past his upper arm, shaping and curving as they shifted to bracelets, his dainty hands barely able to hold onto the porcelain though the only things she should be gripping right now were guns.

The knobs of his spine bulged against his skin, the bleeding layers of silk now slipping down, connecting into a shimmering vicegrip, Maxa crying out as his first vertebrae popped inwards. There was a small twinge of vertigo, then bliss, Mada squealing as two inches slipped from her frame, leaving her at six feet exactly. The spared mass though wasn't just gone though, the real bliss coming as it surged behind, squeezing against the backs of his erect nipples as two tiny bumps were groped by the fabric, precum wetting his underwear.

The back of the spreading dress continued to apply pressure, his broad torso struggling to maintain its shape, Mada unsure if he even wanted to once he got a taste of that pleasure, the red silk squeezing his muscle, slinking down past his bra as the continual twirling of his nipples ensured he was rock hard down below. Another pop echoed in the dirty bathroom, Mada thrusting as his height dipped below six feet, plush fat swelling up front as another two pops cricked his back bit by bit into an alluring arch. He needed to scream, only to find one hand flying up to muffle him, such obvious behavior bound to attract attention and ruin her-

CRNNCH POP SNNK

"MMPH NNGH AHHMPH AAHHH~!"

There was a rigid professionalism snapping into place over Mada's brain much like the dress slipping past his navel, both equally helpless no matter how they struggled against the shaping, bit by bit learning to love becoming herself again as his broad sides squeezed in to his delight, his hips thrusting as he came again and again, unable to help the pleasure as inch after inch was forcefully shed, surging out up front as the dress added tender gropes to the barrage of teasing.

There was a mushy slurping noise that gurgled for the next minute once the dress had swallowed his torso down to the start of his jeans, the dress infecting his denim, pants pockets separating into handsy silk that gripped his ass as he wriggled his hips side to side, thoughts of Leon making his imagination run wild. Even muffled his pleasure could barely be contained, his torso crumpling, curving, the rest of his vertebrae snapping in a series of blissful shrinks and curves, his trapezoidal body shape turning decidedly hourglass as fat swelled into a perky bosom, large enough to squish his generous cleavage against the porcelain sink as the remainder spilled out in orgasmic releases. The silk slid lower, digging into his ass, rolling over his leaking cock, Mada about to break as it squeezed.

He had to remember, h-had to hold on. He had to hurry up and get her mission finished so she could get back to Leon! Mada flung forwards, giving a surprised shriek, her cock aggressively squeezed under the lip of her silk, the softened denim's spare thickness splitting as the dress finished its slink downwards, an entirely different world of pleasure fucking him as the inner lining of his shifting jeans thinned to skintight nylon that stretched over every crease and muscle of his cock, stroking as his own erection forced it to slip up his ass crack and push against his prostate.

"AHHN AHH LEEEAHHHN~! YES! OHHH YES!"

His past life was so fuzzy, his name sounding so wrong, and Ada sounded so right... No he wasn't Ada. That wasn't his real name because it was her code name. Another fantasy just like that silly double life as a man she thought the agency had-

"AHHN AHH FUUUUCK~!"

If the bra and dress were forceful, the subtly buzzing and shifting pantyhose was seductively coercive, Mada feeling it stroke his g spot, the entire organ throbbing as it swelled inside, Ada screaming as her hips spread wide, her blocky buttocks slowly massaged by the pantyhose now encasing her hips and upper thighs, the warmth of her new womb tugging on her balls as she came out every last drop of semen left inside her strange cock. But n-no didn't she always have that? It was so hard to think, feeling like Leon was showing her some off duty attention, heat spilling into her erection as her innards churned, a desire for something new to happen to her as she imagined Leon preparing to show her how well he could breach his targets, Ada begging him to continue as he squeezed her ass soft, melting any muscle down to spongy fat, his fingers everywhere as a noticeable finger of pressure pushed up between her balls. Oh god h-he was gonna, sh-she was about to-

SCHLICK

There was no space for such fleshy appendages, Ada thrusting against the sink, shrieking as she felt two thrusts inside of her, clear fluids steaming out her bulge. Such lovely heat thrust inside her hips, spreading a buttery bliss to slip between any stubborn muscle left on her body, her brain just as susceptible as her identity leaked away by the second.

Ada's voice was just so confident, her other self helpless in its own self doubt, both loving the sensation as a slit opened between their thighs, the pantyhose unfurling almost to their knees as the slit spread open around the base of her cock, barely even a hint of resistance left as she imagined Leon the one spreading her lips open with his cock, more turned on than she could ever remember as her ass finished its perked growth, her thighs next as the pantyhose squeezed her muscle into luscious curves. They squeezed together, urging the hardness to push deeper, Ada squealing as the first inch stabbed into her shallow pussy, her own arousal lubricating the next inch as it slowly sucked deeper, her tip pressed by the pantyhose, her shrinking length rolled between her thickening thighs as her knees snapped together.

It was too much to handle even for her professionalism, orgasmic wails echoing inside the building as she called for Leon, forgetting even her mission in the carnal bliss of her half submerged cock. Though she did still have a timetable to complete, the almost finished agent grinding against the porcelain, her moans quivering up and down as she felt it soften, change fingering her tip as it spread, widening into a proper chasm as the pantyhose continued it's downward crawl. She didn't want to fight it, remembering her initial resistance, her struggle to deny it, but it was obvious. She loved Leon, that thought the only one left in her head as Ada Wong felt something pop inside, the secret agent screaming Leon's name as she came from her freshly fucked slit.

"YESSS~! OHhhh yes Leon oh Leahhhn you're sooo good..."

There were a few final physical traces to be assimilated, Ada's first orgasm followed by a second as her calves were caressed into curves, her tennis socks melding into the sheer black material. Her arches accented, toes crushed cute, heels squeezed thin, pantyhose encasing all as the soles of her feet leaked red viscous goo.

She stepped back and forth, each one echoing a little more with the clack of her forming heels, her red footwear a tad impractical in the field, but they made her look good and she was professional enough to not have to worry about them even while running through a forest.

"Ada you there?"

She glanced at her walkie, Leon's voice already making her heart flutter, though she suppressed it for now. She was still a professional after all, though she'd be sure to ask for some vacation after this mission finished. She had a very different sort of physically exhausting work she wanted to do with Leon, but for now this would do.

"Yes I'm here, just taking care of a situation."

"What situation?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

She could hear some shuffling in the distance, her loud moaning probably attracting a few of the nearby infected populace. Ada sighed as she limbered up, annoyed her small diversion was being interrupted so soon, but it couldn't be helped. It was time to get to work.