The Fate of Zay Tonday (Ada Wong TG) (Patreon)

Both Emanuel and Brandon are brought before the great Drey and offered a wish a-piece. Whoever spoke up first got to make their wish first and that first person to speak was…

Emanuel: I thinking… Well...I wish that Ada Wong were real.

Drey: Hehe sure, no problem.

Drey suddenly snaps his fingers and grants Emanuel's wish…

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As Drey grants Emanuel’s wish, you suddenly find yourself sweating, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you look fearfully at Emanuel and then Drey. They both just stare back as everyone realizes you were the target for Emanuel’s wish instead of Emanuel himself. 

You whimper a curse as you try to steady your legs and unknowingly wipe your sweaty face free of facial hair, your feet wobbling as your heels begin to be pushed from the floor. You curse again as you look down to find your regular ol’ sneakers turning solid black, the material wrapping so tightly around your feet that you swear they’re about to burst through! 

You cry out as they do the opposite and break, the crunch of your feet not painful but immensely startling as you feel your shrinking toes slide into the toe of the heels that were rapidly becoming tall boots, the leather climbing your legs higher and higher, melting whatever fabric was there before and surrounding your flesh with a tight squeeze that pushed excess mass upward into your thighs as the leather massaged your lower legs and knees daintier, more feminine, your shapely calves jutting against the boots as everything else became more lithe and skinny.

You scream something terrible at Emanuel for wishing a video game girl was real but find yourself moaning as your thighs take on more and more fat, your hips aching as your soft thighs dimple and rub against your junk, the staggering click of your heels making your thighs jiggle with each step as you grab hold of your manhood to save it from your thighs soft caress. 

You groan as your hips crunch outward, and your pants melt into your underwear as your bulge starts to throb against softer material, silky black panties pulling your manhood out of your palm as it all starts to shrink away. You look up at the two guys watching, begging for Drey to stop the transformation even as your balls collapse against your groin, your shrinking dick making your face twist as everything sucks away, leaving the front of your panties flat and featureless as you scream. 

You feel your new anatomy twitch as you push your hand against it and cringe as a shock of pleasure shoots up your spine and sets your body on fire. You clutch yourself as you suddenly start to sink, tiny pops from your spine heralding lost inches as you sink enough for your shirt to cover your panties like a makeshift dress. 

Moans slip from your lips as your pussy gushes from the feeling of your rough shirt against an upper body that’s getting softer and slimmer. Your arms thinning to twigs of their former selves as all that mass heads down, rolling over your midsection to pack into your ass, your butt swelling as the makeshift dress snaps tight over it. You grab your behind as your shirt gradually turns red, the material tightening against your body in a smooth upward wave as your butt stretches the back and fills your palms.

You grab hold, pressing your hands deeply into the cushy fat in a panic as your cheeks spread wide and round, each grope a jiggly cascade as Emanuel laughs at your grabbing. 

You turn bright red and stop, offered only a moment of reprieve before your lower back snaps into an arch, and you stumble forward, your waist snatching into a waspy curve as you catch yourself and feel the sleeves of your shirt/dress running over your skin, stretching over your thin arms until they’re around your wrists. You watch your hands twitch, your nails growing to glossy crescents as they slim out and shrink, and you try your best to express your discomfort. 

It’s hard for you to speak, your voice catching in your throat as you struggle to swallow, each swallow sinking your Adam’s apple further and further out of sight, not that you can see it, but eventually, the struggle is gone, and you breathe a breathy sigh that makes your eyes widen. 

You again yell at the two to change you back, failing to get your voice to register at anything other than sexy as your body and face heat up once again. You knew you were mostly Ada at this point, only really missing the Wong part, and groaned as you felt it manifesting. You could feel your eyes taking on a slant, growing wide and expressive while your brow diminished with an uncomfortable wiggle, but your main focus was your chest, more importantly, the nipples that were poking through the knit red fabric. 

You thrust your chest out and moaned as the sensitive nubs were pushed. The fat accumulating quickly enough to make them jut as the skin rounded under them, pushing them forward as they grew rounder and larger. You grabbed on much like your ass, but a brush of your hands over your sensitive nipples made your legs shake as your body was racked with pleasure. 

Your moaning was abruptly cut off by the rounding of your jaw, your face popping as it compacted and shrunk, your hands not leaving your breasts as you felt everything shifting and moving, your lips plumping to a glossy pout while your nose crunched small. 

You managed a grunt of confusion as your head tingled, a loud crack rounding that like your jaw before as your brown hair darkened to black. You gasped as you felt it rustle, then start to slide down your head, trickling around your face like a waterfall until it framed it. 

You growled as you touched your soft cheek and cupped one of your tits, looking with disdain at Emanuel, who was ogling your body. 

“So… Ada. Haha… It’s your wish now,” Drey chuckles with his arms folded.