The Fate of Julian (Jill Valentine TG) (Patreon)

(Here's a story I meant to have done on Monday hehe XD)

…“So… Ada. It’s your wish now,” 

God, it was so awesome to see Ada Wong in the flesh, even if she was scowling at you. 

Turning your fellow patron into Ada wasn’t exactly what you had in mind, but you couldn’t deny your wish had been granted. 

You ogled Ada as she glared at you and then suddenly smirked as she started to speak her wish to Drey. 

“Oh, what would Ada say in this situation? Ah, since turnabout is fair play, and I love a theme. How about a Jill Sandwich to complete the ensemble? I do so love a femme fatale.” 

You didn’t like where this was going and got nervous hearing her sexy voice play with the words she spoke. Each one dripped with a teasing maliciousness as she folded her arms over her chest and looked at you with a playful smile across her plump lips. 

“I wish Jill Valentine was real,” she finished.

“Hmm, all right! I can make that happen,” Drey said with a laugh as he snapped his fingers for the second time. 

The snap seemed to echo in your ears as he did, your head abuzz with sudden tingles as you suddenly started to feel your hair brushing against your neck and bunching around your ears. 

“Wait, what?” 

You started to panic as you grabbed your head, only to find your hair pooling in your palms as it grew thicker and more voluminous. A distinct thickness that had it falling all the way down to your chin as you noticed the tail end of your dark blonde strands turn a chocolatey dark brown.

You whimpered as your eyes darted between Ada and Drey. It was happening to you now too?! That bitch, Ada! You should’ve made sure to include mental changes as well so that she couldn’t–

Crack!  

Your jaw wrenched around as it reshaped, narrowing and rounding as your face took on femininity, your cheekbones shifting higher as you clenched your teeth while the flesh on your face started to soften. 

You groaned as you sift your lips together, feeling them bloat up and innately come to a pout while your nose crinkles and crunches, the prominent thing turning dainty as you panic even more.

It was impossible to stop the rest of your face from changing, no matter how you grabbed it, your eyebrows thinning right under your fingers while you felt your eyes enlarge, the bat of lengthening lashes making you realize that your entire face had to look exactly like Jill’s at this point as you pressed your fingers into your cheeks and moved them around.

Ada laughed, taunting you as she cocked her hips off to one side and asked you how it feels now that the shoe was on the other foot. You went to respond harshly but found your voice cracking mid-word, your throat constricting as every word after tilted more and more toward Valentine. 

You gasped and fingered your neck, trying desperately to find your Adam’s apple, only managing to push your voice higher with each futile brush of your fingers over your shrinking throat. It wasn’t funny, but Ada sure thought it was, continuing to taunt you by gesturing to her breasts and giving them a squeeze as you felt your body beginning to give in to what the wish wanted, shoulders sinking to your chest and sloping while your muscle mass ebbed away. 

Yelling for it all to stop, you were powerless as your arms and chest turned thin, your shirt bagging on your torso as you watched your hands slim out, your masculine fingers slendering into graceful digits perfect for lockpicking, with nails that couldn’t be called anything other than well-kept; the perfect ovals replacing your squared off nubs. 

You screamed something obscene as your slim fingers grabbed your androgynous chest, your ribs compressing while the magic squeezed the sides of your waist, rubbing away resistance as they succumbed to the pressure by collapsing into arches. It was hard to hear yourself moan, each one reminding you of all those resident evils you used to play as your nipples sensitized and your chest instinctively thrust upward with your arching spine. 

You were red in the face as your widening nipples could easily be seen through your flimsy shirt. A pang of embarrassment for your oncoming lady parts made you cover yourself without much thought as an aroused whimper followed the squish of your hands into your puffy chest.           

Asking for help was something you shouldn’t have done as Ada happily “helped” by stepping over to worm her hands under yours and give your nipples a tweak. With an aroused whimper, you asked her to stop, but each grope made your limbs weak and your cock harder. You were completely helpless under her fondling as she massaged forth more and more tit flesh, her fingers digging in to draw more out as your superior height was pulled into your boobs. You moaned with each useless inch lost and sunk in Ada’s grasp while she giggled as your eyeline dipped slightly below hers, giving your round tits one last squeeze before letting them plap back against your chest. 

“I think it’s about time for the main event, hm?” Ada smiled “Who would’ve thought this would be the best thing to happen to me and you.”

You didn’t have much clue what she was talking about, but she was working her hands around your hips, which were building up pressure, while the collar of your shirt dipped low enough to show the tops of your bulging C-cups, the rest of it tightening into a blue tank top against your upper body.

Your cock was throbbing, and Ada was all too eager to run her hand over it. Your knees buckled with the stimulation, effectively throwing you into her as you steadied yourself on her hips and pushed your tits against hers 

CRUNCH! 

You moaned repeatedly as your hips widened, with Ada’s stroking hand sensually rubbing you through your pants, your climax building as your ass popped against the back of your pants with sudden weight, the feeling pushing you even more into Ada’s fingers as you felt your thighs filling out, inflating against tightening pants that were straining against your member. 

“Say goodbye, Emanuel. And hello, to Jill,” Ada laughed as you felt your balls pucker one after the other, your cock twitching as she slid her fingers along it. You grunted as you came, or… you thought that’s what should have happened when you flexed your cock. Instead, you were left right on the edge as everything backflowed, your dick pulling back as it shrank an inch or two. 

You cried out as each faux orgasm pulled your dick smaller, Ada’s dexterous fingers never stopping as she massaged down your shrinking bulge. You felt your balls pop and your member slipping into you, squirming between lips that were using your leftover sack as their starting point. You moaned intensely as your hips instinctively cocked back while Ada pushed your shrinking nub into you, your toes curling so hard they snapped your feet down a few sizes. Your toes wiggle in roomier shoes before they change into chunky boots, your calves plumping up while you recover from the sex change by using Ada's breasts as a cushion to rest your own tits on.

“I think I can take it from here, oh powerful wish granter,”  Ada giggled as she tucked some hair behind your ear and ran her hand along your cheek. 

Drey himself couldn’t have agreed more as he took his leave with a snap of his fingers and a puff of smoke.

“Now, I believe I mentioned something about a Jill Sandwich…” Ada cooed, thrusting her chest against yours.