Battle Lust(Nemona Tg) (Patreon)

"Surprise I found ya! Nemona fight rival! Most Nemona Nemona here right now wins okay?"

James was caught off guard, the perfect cosplayer of Nemona appearing out of nowhere after a bunch of loud crashes in his living room had sent him running, James unsure of what to make of the scorch marks surrounding his switch, his tv screen a chaotic mess of static over a freeze frame of where he had last saved Pokemon Scarlet a few months ago. He had kept meaning to go back and finish that last extra Nemona fight but kept forgetting to do the grind, having left the game paused after seeing the levels of her final team, other games taking priority as the latest gen of Pokemon slid further back on his to do list.

"C'mon rival I know you've been planning for months now! I just couldn't wait any more! A rival can only take so much teasing without a real competition! I know you just got stuck cause you wanted a REAL taste of competitive spirit right?"

Whoever this cosplayer was she had no respect for boundaries as if the breaking and entering wasn't enough, her excited, blushing face swarming James' as she skipped up to him, nose to nose, the attractive girl poking his chest with every feverish exclamation of battle.

"H-Hey I'm n-AHHHHT huh?"

One of her pokes had speared directly into his nipple, the confused guy moaning involuntarily at how good that felt. B-But that made no sense, why would a chest poke suddenly feel so... Looking down, James was confused by the white button up tightly squeezing his top, his arms barely able to flex in the tiny uniform, the only real give in the baggier folds in front of his chest, though even that looseness couldn't hide the erect bumps rubbing against the girl's top, his dick similarly stiffening as Nemona repeatedly talked of their battle, how badly they both wanted to battle, James moaning as warmth continued to surge through his body.

Did she do something to him? Too much was happening too fast and his skin was being rubbed into a euphoric frenzy the more he thought about it. Maybe she had used a status condition on him, paralysis's shocks explaining the fading signs of hair across his sweat soaked skin, or maybe she had used a move that burned. Yeah that made sense since his skin was tanning rapidly, his fingers rubbing his smooth, tender arms, an excited giggle leaving his lips as he felt his stubble fade to uniform, tanned perfection, his cock really feeling the two as the hairlessness pulsed through the battle hungry-

James left his mini trance a drooling mess, his chapped lips lightly throbbing as his mouth smirked into a pucker, the erect nubs of his nips looking almost fuller, one hand palming a slightly doughy pocket that felt incredible while the other was near stroking his clear erection, only made clearer with how tight his boxer shorts were squeezing to his body, a half elated, half frightened squeal leaving as pressure mounted on his balls from the striped orange fabric. The intruder hardly seemed phased by the impossible changes, seemingly more fired up as she squared up against him, knocking Jamesa against a wall as her fuller chest squished against his smaller nubs.

"Ah I see you already had my outfit on, but that's not enough! You have to raise a nice strong roster up right rival? I Clearly have more firepower so- Eh?!"

Something about how much smaller his chest was irked Jamesa, his eyes squeezing shut as orange flecked into his irises, a competetive need building the more he was bullied by his riv- No th-this insane cosplayer who was trying to flaunt her assets even though he clearly had just as massive-

"OHH~! AHH W-WAIIIIT~!"

His plea for a pause cracked up half an octave as his fabric bound body crumpled, his shoulders rounding to athletic curves while the tailored uniform made sure to make its wearer fit its specific measurements.

Rolls of soft pudge were being manhandled, his stomach rumbling as all the grinding he had done was etched into his core, fat compressing into hardened sheets of toned muscle under the relentless shaping of fabric, his sedentary lifestyle's effects being overrun with the bliss of training and prepping for battle.

The word alone made his cock leak, a bang dropping forwards to tickle his chin as if patting him for the good thought, more battle hungry tendencies filling his mind as his sides sucked in. Of course just like how no Pokemon was worthless with the right strategies to a battling genius like her, so too was all that excess bulk necessary for winning! His features continued to twist in bliss to a mirror of the girl intensely staring back, sizing up her rival as fat began to pulse behind his nipples in handfuls of perky, plush pounds. Jamena felt intensely satisfied as he came, his toned core standing firm even as his legs trembled on the verge of collapse from such intense pleasure, his moans cracking up to match her rival's perfect battle cries as thick sludgy spurts of release spilled down his thighs in dark black latex, each orgasm giving more shape to the forming leggings that clung to his lanky form.

Nemona suddenly groped Jamona's upthrusted chest, comparing it with her own as she watched his features finish contorting to her smug, battle hungry glare, the surge of breast growth pushing her back to a few paces away as the changing boy grinned excitedly.

"Ha! My firepower's definitely a match for yours rival! This battle's as good as won for- Oh god what the hell am I saying?"

The urges were overwhelming as Jamona groaned, a desire to win the absurd match fighting against the more obvious need to get the fuck away from this girl before he lost himself completely, his right hand scrabbling with the dripping latex as it grew coated in its own black sleeve, smugly rising back to his lips as he knew he needed to, t-to win.

That word sent more spasms through his mind than even battle, his hips shaking in anticipation as they cracked open, months of pent up unfulfilled battling gushing down his thighs as the stockings slid down his toes to fully encase his legs. Now he was returning glares, sizing up where he still had to make up the difference, locking his hands behind his back before slamming them straight into a small knot as an added arch further accented his competitive bust.

It was all a matter of team building, Jemona really getting into it as his hands cupped his ass cheeks, aiding the already aggressive gropes of the freshly made leggings as they showed no mercy to his former self, Jemona moaning as his ass bloated to a firm, perky rear, his thighs caressed and teased as they swelled around his... oh no.

It was the final mental roadblock to winning, no Nemona having a cock, yet a part of her mind kept screaming at him to stop as his hands trembled on the precipice of pushing down on the battle losing feature. She wanted to win right? But no he couldn't just get rid of his cock no matter how good it felt to win win win-

"AHHHN~!"

His free hand rubbed his temples, trying to coax out the block, or was it trying to smack some sense into the completely right and competitive genius part of his mind that was fueling all of this? Either way it was clear which side was winning from his orgasmic shrieks as his half submerged cock leaked clear fluids down his finished thighs. He just had to focus on being a loser like always. Er no that wasn't right was it? Sure he had run away from Nemona before but that was, that was... ugh why did that bother her so much? And here she was so close to winning against Nemona. As Nemona. Mmm a-as her perfect rival-

SCHLICK

“OHHH~!”

POP

"YESSSS~!"

Nemona half collapsed, gasping as the final piece of her former self gave into that winning mentality, her toned core flexing in the short cut modified uniform top, the finished trainer utterly confident in her victory as she looked towards her twin.

"Well I won didn't I?"

Nemona stared at Nemona, both girls intensely surveying each other, murmuring under their breaths as they tried to figure out which one was more Nemona than the other. At the same moment in perfect sync they both came to the same conclusion.

"Too close to call!"

Dammit they hated tie breakers. And they had done all this work using that machine Arven's parent had made to reach this weird dimension too. Oh wait Arven!

"Last one in the RoTVom is a rotten togepi!"

It was a mad dash and scramble to get through the screen and back into their world, a confused Arven stumbling back as the new twins hounded him.

"WHICH ONE OF US IS THE WINNER?!"

The mopey boy wasn't really in the mood for any more shenanigans.

"What nonsense is this?! First you drag me down to this lab again, then rifle through my precious mother's research all while talking about some bizarre battle for months and... wait how are there two of you?"

The hyper focused girls weren't in the mood for much moping, desperately needing a winner.

"Come on Arven we had a battle over who could be the most Nemona of us! Just pick one! Who wins the Nemona battle!"

It didn't help how they talked in sync like that, making it disorienting to even figure out who to talk back to, the frustrated trainer sighing in defeat.

"Just make it a tie. Who cares about your silly identity battle."

That united both Nemonas in disgust as they looked at their... friend? Well not he was more an rival of a rival, yet how could a trainer be so utterly clueless?!

"I bet if you tried you'd see why winning matters so much to us!"

"Yeah I bet you're just mopey cause you're used to being a loser. Come on Arven don't you want to get your blood boiling with a nice, winner takes all battle?!"

Talking with them was giving him a headache, Arven not noticing his extended bangs over his right eye suddenly spring up, the Nemona's smirking as they watched it dye green as it fell in a familiar style.

"Yeah Narven I bet you thought you could hide how much you want to win, but it's as clear as that blouse what you really feel."

Blouse? And did they just mispronounce his name? Now Arven was certain the device had fried their brains, though maybe it was leaking heat. It was so hot all of a sudden. All that talk of a blood pumping battle was getting to him, his heartbeat erratic as his cock twitched, thoughts of battle buzzing around his aggravated mind like ribombees on a hot day. It was only cause he looked down to fan his neck that he noticed the buttons switching sides on his uniform, his purple tie twitching as if possessed as its fibers were resewn orange.

"Wh-What the hell is thi- NNGH AHH AHHHHHH~?!"

The knot tightened, his throat compacting as the two Nemonas grouped up on him, teasing as they stroked his hair, watching it darken to their usual black style, rubbing his twitching arms as the sleeves pulled back to reveal more of his gleaming skin, starting to tan.

"It's a tie Nerven duh!"

"I thought you loved those Nemven, though maybe you're starting to understand why we love the heat of battle so much. You seem to be sweating up a storm under all those layers. You have to be quick to win in battle. You want to win don't you?"

His wheezing moans cracked to match the twins' voices teasing him, hands shrinking as he thrashed under their touch, his vest dissolving as his shoes loosened, kicking the bulking hiking gear away. His socks followed, the slender feet arching as his heels slendered, the Nemona's both whispering how good it'd feel to win in his ears as the changing trainer bucked, silky black hair framing slender eyebrows as hsi chin snapped to slimmer, sleeker form. It was only as his trousers actively started to squeeze against his cock did he find the strength to break free, tearing at the constricting, darkening fabric as it squeezed his muscled calves curvy and sporty.

"G-Gehhht AHHHHHF OF- AH~ M- MEEEEEEE~!"

Unfortunately despite his efforts freeing his right leg from the latex, his tighty whities were still wrapped around his erection, the seam tightening without mercy as the Nemona's watched him topple to the floor, a dazed look filling his eyes as he came repeatedly, the forming panties threading between his balls till the folding sack could press no more and popped inside with a blissful gush of release.

"No wonder you weren't my rival, you just lost to a pair of panties!"

"Though I bet you're feeling more like a winner now don't you Nemoven? Isn't the thrill of it getting to you? And you're moaning so loudly you MUST be loving this battle right?"

He could barely think, whimpering as the two rivals shaped his subconscious, Nemoven barely noticing his name slip his mind, his past, even his long held mommy issues fading under the spike of adrenaline as he felt his balls slurp and shift inside. It felt so good, Nemovan blushing as he admired how athletically slim his body was, moaning as something pulsed inside his new slit, his seat more cushioned as the rising swell of his ass made the panties bear down on his erect cock, the girl's brain ready to burst from the anticipation as her thighs swelled around her trembling cock.

"N-No I waaaaaAHHHHNT~!"

An inch had slid inside, the other Nemonas smirking as they goaded her on.

"What do you want? To be a loser?"

"No Nemona she wants a tie duh."

No no no! She didn't want that! She wanted- Nemovan squinted, something popping inside her brain as she stopped fighting and let the tights slip back up her legs, her waist crushing in to competitive curves as she let her need known.

"I WAHHHHNT TO BEEEE A W-WIIIINNNER~!"

"That's the spirit!"

"That's it sis! Join the competition!"

Yes she had to win, had to prove she was just as good as her rivals in this battle of identities, the rest falling into place quickly from there. With no more resistance it was all pleasure, Nemona basking in the changes as she pulled on her nipples to hasten the breast growth, squeezing her thighs as the stockings unfurled up, her cock releasing load after load as it lubricated its own demise. It was strange to think she had fought this before, though the urge to fight just for fighting's sake soon dived deep into the folds of her brain her cock doing the same as her tip popped inside, a third Nemona happily cumming into being as she finished molding her breasts with one final orgasm.

"I WOOOOOON~!"

She happily proclaimed her victory as she came down off the high of changes, surely the best of the three there till she glanced at her twins, disappointed to see it really was still a dead even match.

"Rematch!"

"Yeah we have to settle this somehow!"

"Oh I know! Lets see who can turn our rival into Nemona first! Whoever beats him can be the true Nemona!"

"Ooh yes! But what about the staff?! Ooh so many battles!"

"So many obstacles!"

"So many Nemonas!"

As the trio rushed to make it to school grounds they all had the biggest smiles on their faces, knowing that by the time they were done, they'd never have to force a battle again. Soon Paldea would be nothing but fighting, all day every day, every Nemona a winner.