Digital Maelstrom (Cammy White TGpov) (Patreon)

“Fuck!” you yelled, slamming your fist against your pad as you got fucking dive-kicked for the millionth time by some sweaty, mashy Cammy player. Your head fevered with rage as you focused intensely on the combo she was unleashing on you, waiting for the moment when it would be over so you could get up and beat her stupid, jiggling ass. 

CRASH! 

Your lights and screen flickered as the storm outside raged as hard as you were. 

“C’mon, are you fucking kidding me?!” You yelled at the storm as the flickering screen made you miss a prime opportunity to start your combo on the irritating character you were fighting, and now you were one combo from death while she was a healthy two. You knew what you had to do: So long as you played the neutral right by keeping her out with fireballs, you could whittle her down enough to– 

“STRIKE!”

Fuck! You forgot the bitch could spin-knuckle right through fireballs with some completely unfair bullshit, and now your precious character was paying the price with the remainder of his health bar as it dropped right to zero in a few hits.

“Cammy, Wins! You lose…”

You gave your pad a few aggressive pounds from your fist as the storm outside swelled with your anger. You didn’t see it, but you sure as hell felt the lightning bolt as it struck right near your place. It was like it supercharged the air around you, putting every little one of your hairs on end and sending a shock through your fingertips as it hit the ground and was followed by a thunderclap that shook your home. The last thing you got to see was Cammy’s stupid butt on your screen before you were left in complete blackness that was only brightened by the eerie flashes of lighting from the storm outside. 

“Shit, this is spooky…” you fumbled for your phone that was nearby, only able to find it thanks to the flashes of lighting that allowed you to catch glimpses of the glass screen through the dark. 

You sighed as you clicked on your phone’s flashlight and prepared yourself for the descent into your basement, where the breakers were located. Your heart beats fast, the ends of your fingers tingling strangely as you put a hand on your chest to calm yourself. You didn’t feel scared, but damn if your body wasn’t reacting to something, were you dying? 

The lights suddenly flicked back on, and your television as well, the screen showing the previous loss message with a distinct lack of Cammy posing behind it. 

You figured it was a glitch and wrote it off. The more pressing matter was the tingles in your fingertips, that were getting tingly enough for you to finally inspect them. 

You murmured as you looked at your hand, expecting nothing, but looked close found your blunt pads wiggling up, slendering to skinny points, and your nails were… lengthening! 

“What the shit!?” 

You looked awestruck as the joints in your fingers started to pop your digits out longer while your palms were squished dainty, the hair on your knuckles and back of your rapidly feminizing hands fading into peachy soft skin. You quickly couldn’t even identify the hands that were attached to your wrists as they became sharp and absurdly fucking pretty!

Something built in your throat as you turned your hands over. You swallowed hard to get rid of it, feeling something give, but that building lump was still there. You let out a weirdly high-pitched groan as you realized what the lump was: a scream. You wanted to scream. 

“CANNON SPIKE!” 

The voice that left your mouth had been anything but your own: feminine, with a hint of an English accent… and the words “Cannon Spike?” 

You scowled. 

“(What the hell did I just say?!) Spiral… Arrow?!” 

You gasped as you tried to say anything normal.

“(No fucking way! I didn’t just say that!) Hnnnghhya!  (Why can’t I talk normally!?) CANNON STRIKE!?” 

You started to hyperventilate, your breaths high-pitched huffs like you were exhausted as you looked down again at your feminine hands. You did your best to deny the first thought that popped into your mind. 

‘Cammy’s hands!?’

Your body protested your denial as you watched your wrists shrink, the peachy skin eating away your arm hair as it was brought into existence, and traveled up your forearms like you were some sort of reverse werewolf, the flesh that was left behind incredibly smooth, flawless and… strong? You felt your arms tighten with strength as the wave rode them. Even as your arms got thinner, your muscles felt tighter and more present with strength that surprised you. 

You were stuck between freaked out and curious as your biceps shrunk then popped into the skin that was tightening around them, feeling your shoulders quiver as the wave tumbled over the edges.

CRK! CRK! CRUNCH! 

Your shoulders jumped one after the other. Making your body thrash as your shoulders pulled inward, their edges dipping with a gentle slope into your skinny but toned arms.

“(Fuck!) Ahhhh~ Bollocks!” 

You growled as you heard the British alternative, but your growl sounded like a moan, one you quickly stifled by pressing a couple of fingers over your lips. It seemed impossible to form any sound or word you actually intended to, the things leaving your mouth being everything but… You began to panic as you looked at your phone and thought to call for help, your back shuddering as the muscles throbbed and shifted on their own. You moaned at the massaging feeling of your muscles being pushed down, your oversized traps and torso wiggling as they were worked into Cammy’s lithe form. 

You struggled to focus through the pleasurable sensations drilling into your muscles as they firmed and felt stronger even in their reduced size, the petiteness of your body making you feel weird as you shuddered again. 

You cursed the feelings moving through you, your scalp and cock buzzing as down from your hairline plinked a long blonde bang that made you gasp. You grabbed at it, twirling it between your graceful digits, when down came a few more, the buzz from your scalp dripping into your face as your head radiated intense heat. You knew your looks weren’t long for this world, hardly able to feel your numb face as you mashed your fingers against your rough, stubbled chin that was quickly becoming smooth, your facial hair coming off on your shaking, dainty fingers as you held them in front of your face. 

“Ohhhhhhh~ ahhhhhhh~!” 

You let out some sort of defeated moan as your hair was being pulled, your head letting out a devastating crunch as it rounded small, and your short mop defying logic as it slicked back on its own. You felt the burn as your hair color was purged by the white blonde that steadily swept from your roots to the ends of strands that brushed against the nape of your neck, which you fiddled with as your hands slid along the back of your head. 

CRACK! 

Your moan was silenced by the crack of your jaw, the thing becoming extraordinarily narrow as your fingers rushed to latch on, your mouth stuck in a pucker, naturally pursing due to your narrow jaw as you crossed your eyes in a desperate attempt to see what was happening. You were able to witness your nose undulating as the crunching reformation of cartilage made you cringe as it sunk the bridge from your view. Your eyes were wide as you watched the tip shrink with a steady jitter down to a little bulb hardly present between your narrow cheeks, which gained a bit of a puff from your rising cheekbones as it streamlined your soft jaw to your lips that were starting to quiver.

Your breaths were quick, your eyes crossing to see exactly what you were feeling as your lips tingled and slowly blew up, your pucker turning pouty as they inflated to a titillating size. You groaned as you squished your bulbous lips between two index fingers, their softness tantalizing as your eyebrows suddenly surprised you by pulling thin, your eye sockets yanked larger, and your eyelashes longer in one swift motion. 

FUUUUUUUCK, it was all different… the feeling in your face coming back in the worst way as you traced a burning line on your left cheek, Cammy’s scar etching its way down an otherwise flawless visage as you followed the soft contour of your newly acquired beauty. 

“SPIRAL ARROW!”

You cried for help, not that anyone could glean that from your tone or words as you looked down at your lithe body that wasn’t quite Cammy, but leaning in that direction as the collar of your shirt suddenly snapped onto your neck, leaving something behind before it dipped below your sharp collar bone. You had exactly a second to register the choker around your throat before your shirt quickly became too small, the sleeves and hem warping as they wriggled up your body to cling tightly to your chest and shoulders before it all turned black. 

‘Her sports bra?!’ 

Your face stretched in disbelief as you didn’t expect your clothes to start to change too!

 Your fingers picked at the elastic, the snaps of the fabric heard with each pull as you felt your pants tightening in much the same way as your shirt, only… it felt much weirder. The gentle squeeze of your tightening denim was only the tip of the iceberg as the button on the front popped off and clattered to the ground, the waistband merging into far stretchier elastic as it clung to your narrow hips while the rest of your denim squeezed around your legs and pulled painfully around your cock. 

You groaned as the squeeze became more pleasurable, the tough denim trading blue for black as the material grew softer and stretchier, the legs dragging up to cling to your calves while the pressure around your bits turned into a caress that swaddled instead of strangled. Yoga pants… ughhhh… You dragged your fingers along the sheer fabric that clung to your legs as you rubbed over the bulge whose presence poked out like a sore thumb. You underestimated the effect your feminine fingers would have and moaned loudly, your dick flexing as your balls suddenly tightened and filled you with need. 

Gasping, you dropped to your knees, your fingers still idly playing with your bulge as your exposed waist begged you to stop. It convulsed and tightened as you struggled to pull away, your body addicted to your own touch as the fat deteriorating on your sides collapsed your waist inward into impossible curves that you couldn’t help but trace with a free hand, your fingers dancing along firming bumps that pushed out in a couple of pairs from your abdominals and pulled your belly button into a sexy slit. 

‘Fuck! Gotta… Spiral Arrow!?’ 

You panted and rolled your eyes as your speech impediment worked its way into your brain, suddenly imagining your body twisting impossibly and flinging itself forward into an opponent's shins to knock them down, your mind reeling with fights you’ve never even experienced as you started to panic, groans from your body and the pleasure from your cock making you feel hot and confused as you grabbed onto your lower back when it suddenly crunched forward, your view immediately sinking. 

CRRRRRCCCCKKKK      

Your hips were breaking apart, the event registering in your brain among the other things fucking their way into it. You mentally grasped for yourself but found a memory of spinning past a Hadouken to drive the back of your fist into Ken’s jaw, a feat only assisted by the wide hips stretching the waistband of your leggings apart. The sight of the throbbing cock poking from between them confused you for a moment before your lust simply made you reach in and pull it out, your vision flashing between a flat groin and a dick, the memory of both competing for dominance as you started to stroke.

You leaned forward onto your free hand, your hips bucking in time with your strokes as more attacks cluttered your brain, the dizzying haze only amplified by the growing orgasm that was being propelled by your stroking hand. You needed to cum and clear your head. You needed… to free yourself from all these… distractions! You slid your knees together and screamed as you felt your ass growing. You didn’t know how it was possible, but you felt your butt cheeks clench and start to expand, spreading to a size worthy of your hips as fat rushed in and stretched the backside of your leggings, popping your butt into an alluring bubble whose curve you caught as you looked over your shoulder. 

Their jiggling of your ass enhanced your stroking as your thighs clenched around your balls, the flesh popping against them as your thighs began to strangle them, your tight balls already puckered against your groin as another swelling burst from your legs sent one inside. 

SPLUUUURT  

You moaned as the first bout of release came, your thighs slowly pushing against your one remaining ball as your feminine hand continued to pump. 

POP

SPLUUUURT

SPLUUUUUUUUURT  

Your moans became needy gasps as more cum left you, your hand stroking a rod that seemed to be retreating from it as you felt your twitching hole open up between your legs, the spurts turning dry as you easily rubbed the shrinking head of the worm between two fingers before it slipped back into the waistband of your leggings and burrowed its way inside you. 

Complete clarity was still trapped behind your lust-addled mind. You knew your name was Cammy and you were an assassin, but where were you? 

You needed to get off just one more time, your nipples buzzing as your fingers chased the pleasure center that had slipped between your thighs, your toes clenching as you found the moist cave that your index and middle digits immediately delved into. 

Your feet crunched, and calves popped as you went from leaning over to flopping onto your back, your thrusting fingers making your hips gyrate as you ground your juicy ass into the floor, your other hand running up your tight waist to your chest where it pressed against nipples that sprung forward as you massaged it. 

That was it. Thoughts were becoming clearer, your tits perkier as your pussy clenched onto the couple fingers that drilled like your spiral arrow. 

Your tits grew like a couple of jiggling hills, wiggling around in your sports bra, though it did a decent job of keeping them secure as they swelled full enough to fill your grasping hand, your feet kicking as red boots suddenly appeared to contain them. 

You sucked in one of your plump lips as your cunt clamped, your legs twisting as you let out a loud moan and gushed, the mission oozing into your mind as you shivered and pulled your fingers from your slit. You squeezed a tit in the afterglow and stretched your body out like you’d just woken from a long nap twisting all your curves in relieving directions before you put your hands behind your head and sprung to your feet. 

 A little fun during some downtime was great, but it was time to get back on mission. Spotting your jacket lying on a coverless bed, you swiftly fit your arms through and popped the flaps as you stared at the screen in front of you. Cracking your knuckles, you wasted no time and leapt inside…

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“Hello and welcome back to Breaking News. Continuing our discussion of the thousands of disappearances following a bizarre storm over Cleveland. A mother claims she witnessed exactly what happened to her now, missing, son… Take a look.” 

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“He was right in front of me playing video games, Fortnite, I think, before the power went out. sniff When it came back on, his body started to convulse and… He turned into a full-grown woman right in front of me! After it was all over, I asked him if he was okay, but he… this woman… just did a dance and dove into the television screen!” The mother cried as the clip ended.

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“They’re calling it the digital maelstrom, as all eyewitness reports mentioned the missing person in front of a screen before vanishing. The storm is on the move people so please turn off all technology if you are in it’s path… Stay safe out there.”