In the end they put their discussion of body shifting bizarreness, sudden dicks where there’d been pussies before, and the all over makeover that had more or less replaced the fragmented memories of both Poison Skies and Scarlett Skies so completely that it left a frustrating feeling of everything in their past being just on the tip of the tongue but never close enough to say. Perhaps Scarlett, oddly more with the flow of it all despite the more recent convert to the penis packing Poison way had headed off first, but her decision to get some grub had seemed to magnetically draw Skies along with her. Following her chromatically distinct clone… sister… partner out and into the Metro City night.
Where it had taken them only a short bus ride and barely more than the occasional ‘Fuck around and find out’ glare at some hoodlums at the stop to get to their destination.
“Hamburger Fiefdom?”
“What, you don’t want to feel like a Queen?” Scarlett responded, hands moving down and massaging the sides of her tight, red skirt that much tighter. Enough that for a moment Skies thought she might have seen the bulging she cock so distinctly hidden under it. Earning a mild frown and dismissive roll of her eyes in turn.
“Pretty sure it didn’t ‘man’ us up that much.”
“Whatever, your stupid problem became my stupid problem and fucked up my… gender? Still,” Scarlett said, striding forward towards the counter, “I think I’ve earned myself cheat day with the biggest damn burger they have.”
“Hi, welcome to Hamburger Fiefdom, where every patty is worthy of a prince. How may I-”
“I’ll have a double royal combo with bacon and… eh, a diet cola. Gotta watch my figure.”
Skies came up behind her, looking over the menu with slight annoyance. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t have been cut dead eating greasy crap like this before… but apparently her body wasn’t the only pounded into a new shape as now she couldn’t take her eyes off the offerings of popular fried foods. Still she would be strong! She would resist!
“I’ll get the Dragon Fried Chicken Club.”
“Pussy,” Scarlett muttered next to her as she took her cup to the drink machine. Adding as she passed, “even when you don’t have one.”
Oh, she wanted to kick her ass!
“And don’t skip on the hot sauce. It better be burning, got it,” Skies said, looking down on the poor clerk that was more than a little intimidated by the pair of muscled Amazons that had walked in and ordered while glaring at each other like they were about to start something every other moment.
“S-sure, your orders up,” he said, ducking back after handing her a cup as well.
“Heh, who’s the pussy now!” She didn’t even order a combo and they’d been so scared they’d given her the drink for free. Obviously she was riding this ‘weirdness’ better than Scarlett over there.
***
Madison Rose had just arrived for her shift at Hamburger Fiefdom and already there was drama. Phil, the newbie hire, was panicking over ‘ruff types’ he didn’t want to be near. As if they didn’t get anything but that after 8 in this town. Just serve ‘em their overpriced meals and be on your way, but no, he was having a fit.
“Fine! Jeez, I’ll start my shift early just for you,” Madison said at last. Thinking to herself as she adjusted her cap over her long brunette hair, pulled neatly into a ponytail already, “Why are all the men around me such giant wussies.”
Stepping out she carried the two trays over to the waiting table, impossible to miss as red and blue signal flares of those massive hairstyles led the way. Both women were still dressed for work, though the job seemed to scream ‘sexy flight attendant’ so for all Madison knew maybe they were working girls. Not the first time, though by the looks of them neither probably had to worry about handsy johns or the long arm of the law messing with them.
“Finally,” said the red haired one with a deep, natural tan. Voice lower than she’d expected but not by much. “I’m starving after all the ‘action’ earlier.”
“I said I’m sorry already!” Blue-hair took the chicken club and was about to take a bite before adding, “And it’s not like it’s my fault anyway!”
“Not from where I’m sitting… or what I’m packing,” Red responded, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she did. Her leering look turned towards Madison and grabbed onto her arm before she could pull away. Whispering conspiratorially but with such volume she clearly intended for her opposite to hear, “Would you believe this skank un-flowered me!”
Her only response was an uplifted middle finger as her mouth was busy with the sandwich. Leaving Madison to make a fast escape while re-evaluating Phil’s previous statement.
Okay, yeah. These two were total basket cases.
***
“Now you scared her off before I could ask for more seasoning.”
“Serves you for eating chicken, chicken.”
“Drop it about my tastes. Not all of us became totally tasteless when… all of this happened.” Skies looked at herself, which mostly involved staring at the massive round knockers stuck on her chest before looking back at Scarlett. “And that shit about ‘woe is me and my missing cunt’. You weren’t being all whiny when you were kicking ass earlier.”
“Because that was FUN… and yeah, I can’t even feel like I’m missing anything. Which is fucked up now that I think about it.” Scarlett took another big bite of her burger and downed it with cola before continuing, “Which is so weird. Growing a dick should not be a ‘no biggy’.”
“Especially not when it’s this damn big.” Scarlett adjusted her legs once more, still trying to find a comfortable position with the alien appendage between her legs that still fit so right where it was. Her earlier inspection had shown the total erasure of cunt and clit, nothing but taint from ballsack to asshole, but she’d shied away from a proper exploratory wank and was regretting it. Given how Skies wasn’t showing any signs of ‘post-cocking frustration’ it was clear which of them was doing a better job resisting their new state.
“Probably jerked off before she even got onto the plane and sucked me into this crazy crap.”
Trying to take her mind off her stiff she-cock, Scarlett pulled out her phone, confused at first but then just rolling her eyes. Of course even this shit had been affected. She didn’t have the heart or patience to go through the photo gallery and see new her over and over… especially when there was a weird new app front and center drawing her attention.
“Super Street Fight Finder?”
“What’s that?”
“Shut it,” Scarlett bit back as she opened it up. Nonplussed at seeing her new face and new name proudly stated on the account. More interested in how it seemed like Tinder or Grindr… but for ‘intimate encounters’ of a different kind of libido drive. Not exactly interested in setting up a random fight she instead looked for other options…
And found some.
“Mirror Match Store?” The options were weird, apparently offering a extraordinary list of possible purchases, from direct deposit of-
“Shit!”
“What?”
“I said shut up Skies.”
“1 Duel Dollar is worth 10 regular? With ‘tourno bonuses’ too?” Even the pittance she’d somehow earned could be cashed in for a lot of cold, hard cash. But that was only the start. Premium options ranging all sorts of fancy furniture to luxury spy trips and more. Sure, she wasn’t sure how ‘massage parlor’ coupons could be listed as a minigame, but the option was still tantalizing. Though it went further still. One page further and there were Upgrades.
For her.
“What the fuck?” New stage, unlocked costumes/colors… and right next to ‘Tarmac Turbulence’ was a picture of the very place they sat. ‘Special Discount! Hamburger Heaven: 500 Duel Dollars to unlock, win a tag-team match against the ‘Hamburger King’ to unlock the stage, costume options and more!’
This she had to see.
Clicking YES she smiled as the in-app currency vanished. And Skies suddenly looked up, her own phone beeping as well. She quickly pulled it up, looking at the messages before looking back at Scarlett.
“You… how did you just spend five hundred bucks from me?”
“It was Duel Dollars not real money Skies.”
“Duel what?”
“And as for how… hell if I know,” Scarlett said, finishing off her drink and the last of her burger. “Guess we share an account?”
“Not surprising, we share just about everything else. Bust size and dick size… why hello.” Scarlett’s thoughts were interrupted as man of great, if rotund proportions approached. Cracking his knuckles he looked from one woman to the other. “I heard you little cuties wanted a match with The King. Sorry girls, the big man is taken… but I’ll still let ya have a taste of my fists if you want.”
“Wha-”
“You’re on!”
Tag-Team Match Begin!
One-Round. Total Elimination
Team One
Poison Skies
Scarlett Skies
Team Two
Rufus-
***
[Madison Rose]
FIGHT!
“What the hell was that?”
Before the confused waitress could even begin to parse the loud voice she’d just heard a large bear of a man rushed by, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her outside. Where she was soon followed by the two ladies she’d served less than a half hour ago. As they took a ready stance on one side of the courtyard for Hamburger Fiefdom a crowd of onlookers started to form.
Including Phil, who was passing around tray while-
“Place your bets. The King of Meat or the Queens of the Sky!”
“Phil!? What the-”
“And don’t forget this cutie. Not as hot as my Candy of course,” Rufus said, slapping Madison on the back with enough force she felt like she might go flying onto the ground, “but an even match for these two if ever I saw one.”
“Heh, prepare for turbulence big boy,” one of the women said as she stepped forward, flicking her hair over her shoulder and giving a dismissive look back at the veritable giant that was challenging them to an impromptu beatdown in front of her workplace. While the other then stepped forward and blew a kiss at Madison.
“Like looking in a mirror… I’m about to break.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Madison looked around, confusion mounting. Before a horrible realization came over her. They expected her to… to… fight?! Panic building she looked around for some escape, some way out, all while thinking, “There’s no way! This is insane!”
BEGIN
Thankfully Rufus started off the fight, charging the red-head. Who ducked a spear strike to the throat and managed an uppercut clean to the big man’s chin.
“First hit to Scarlett!” Phil helpfully added, apparently finding the role of announcer to his liking where serving greasy burgers was just required service. Madison glared at him, missing Rufus’s counter attack. The huge man could jump like nothing else and came down like a pile driver of meat and muscle.
“Falcon kick!”
While screaming his attack the whole way. Scarlett was sent tumbling backwards and raised up a hand, tagging in-
“Skies, you're in!”
Skies, who entered with a roundhouse kick to the prodigious middle of the pudgy giant that sent him rolling backwards. Before he even had time to shake off the stars Skies had ducked behind him. He guarded, but from the wrong direction as she kicked out his legs and as he fell to one knee and tried to re-orient himself only to be grappled by her long, strong legs in head lock.
“Oh no!”
And sent in a throw clean over and out of their makeshift arena. The loud splash of the moat echoing as-
“And Madison takes his place!”
“What!? No I don’t Phil!” Madison said, stepping back as the blue haired and blue uniformed member of the pair stalked forward, slow and confident in every step. As if she recognized how ill suited Madison was for this fight and knew she didn’t even need to try. And she absolutely didn’t. “I-I forfeit. Surrender. I-ugh!”
Only for the immediate response to be Skies ducking down and driving a kick between Madison’s legs. Her eyes swam with tears, but the pain seemed to be hidden in shock and-
“Scarlett, follow-up!”
-and even more so as a second, an even harder kick lifted her up into the air. She fell to her knees, then all the way onto her face, her ass up and her body shaking. Her insides seemed to be vibrating after those kicks, but the explosion of pain never came. Instead she only felt pressure and tension as she somehow pulled herself to her feet and turned towards her attackers. Arms raised in bizarre imitation of their own movements for lack of any other way to defend herself. Or tried too.
“Ah-ooh~.”
The vibrations grew worse, her insides twisting and torquing, not in pain but something worse. Far worse.
Pleasure.
“R-Rufus… your order is u-up,” Madison said, not sure why she said it like that, but it came out naturally as she stumbled back and let the big man go to town. Bicycle kicking one neon haired skank down and then the other as they switched in and out to try and keep the pressure and avoid getting knocked down. Not that she was paying attention, instead focused on her apron, on how tight it was, on how wrong it was. Her whole body felt tense and she couldn’t help but push and pull and push some more as things tried to become right.
“Gah!”
She felt things, somethings loosen inside her as others swelled, her skinny legs stretching with newfound muscle as her pants tore. Long thin nylons stretched up and up on each smooth and muscular limb, eyes widening in abject shock at her body’s bizarre change, the sudden abandonment of herself for something else. Knees shaking the pressure built as heat seared through her groin and her eyes clamped shut. She felt the moment her shoes seemed to explode, heels popping her up as bright, cherry red pumps formed on each foot in place of her sneakers. But she opened them again when she heard another splash.
“Ring out again… Madison Riot is in!”
“What did you call-ugh!” The next cramp, because that’s what it felt like, the worst menstrual cramps ever, hit the hardest still. Not as hard as the string of slaps from the red haired bitch before she combo striked into the blue one’s kicks. Madison spun around, lips swelling not from the violence but her own changing body as the caked with hot-red color. Pressed together in their swelling voluptuousness as her upper body shivered and shook, flashes of hot and cold pressing in…
As her chest pressed out.
“Oh gawd da-aaamn… what is it now?” Her voice was different, a huskier, deeper, as her body seemed to grow in every way, but now even in height. Arms swelling with muscle hugged herself as her breasts ballooned outward. Her bra snapped in an instant, while her blouse strained, buttons pressed to the limits as the sudden titty expansion started to border on the ridiculous. She’d barely been a B-cup, apples of bosom at best but these were melons and-
“Aaaah!”
Now she was upside down, pulled into Double DDT as both women combo attacked her, clearly having built up to this. Her face hit the nearest table with a crack, the wood splintering, already flushed lips growing fatter. When she pushed herself off the floor, she’d left a bright red lipstick print on a serving tray and both hands were now wearing red-black gloves not unlike her opponents. While her auburn locks then exploded into vibrant, hot pink and spilled out across her backside. Her chest throbbed, suddenly, painfully knitting and tightening… only for relaxing pleasure to follow as the pleasure gave way…
And her breasts simply ballooned outward into the same comical round dickmilkers the pair on top of her had. Her shirt ripped open, showing her new titty torpedoes in all their glory, her tan lost as her now pale skin gave a stupendous amount of cleavage, utterly filling the teeny top she wore, proudly stating her as a Burger Queen. As her voice pushed down one last octave a collar snapped around her neck, red and black studs and she kicked backwards, humping the air as her ass swelled, pants ripping finally… and revealing a pair of tight, black, short-shorts that were buckled tight with oversized belt with logo and image to match her shirt.
When she finally came to stand, wobbling from side to side, eyes unfocused as she thought she saw flying hamburgers circling her head, she looked for all the world like a X-rated burger gal, every trace of her humble, normal, mundane beginnings wiped clean.
Almost every trace.
“Oh god… oh my god… OH-”
“OH MY GAWD~!”
Her cunt pressed out, pushing even harder as the pressure increased to painful/pleasurable levels she could scarce imagine. Clit sprung, soon hung, as her shorts bulged outward, first from a lurid cameltoe and then something else. Most certainly not tucked, Her eyes tried to see past her slutty new spherical assets and couldn’t catch a glimpse of what was happening even if she could feel it.
Every moment of it.
Every inch of it.
Three…
Four…
Five…
Six…
“Oh fuck me… FUCK ME!”
SEVEN?!
Her mind couldn’t process why, how, but the what, oh the what was undeniable. She wasn’t just serving meat… she was fucking packing it too! She had to have biggest fucking cock she’d ever seen… and it was between her legs where her weak fucking pussy was-
*POP*
-had, most certainly at that point, had been.
This was too much, and she collapsed, barely conscious.
“Looks like we know who the real Queen is now,” said on of the pair.
Riot Queen is Down!
Riot Queen tried to flip off one of those she-azon bitches but didn’t manage more than a harsh, upskirting glare. Which gave her pause as she recognized that the duo was sporting some impressive she-cocks too.
Not that that answered why the hell she had to grow one… or why they’d fought her or-
“The fuck… my name isn’t Riot it’s Riot… wait, no… I’m…”
She was too tired for this shit, consciousness fading in and out as Rufus returned. Though now with two mostly fresh fighters against one it was far from fair. He managed to knock the blue haired one out-
“That’s for my fucking cunt!” Riot thought, phantom pains and memories of the sex she didn’t have anymore flashing through her mind as she pulled herself into a chair and watched the rest of the right from there. Throwing the odd glare at her limpdick pussy of a co-worker that had gotten her into this mess because he was too chickenshit to do his job. Oh, she was going to give him a piece of her mind in a moment. No one pushed Riot Queen around.
No one!
“And the winners are… Poison Skies and Scarlett Skies!”
“Bitches.” Should tip her after pounding her into this… whatever the fuck it was. Stripper burger gal with fat hog in her short-shorts.
Tag Team Match Complete!
Hamburger Heaven Unlocked!
Burger Queen Costumes Unlocked!
RIOT QUEEN Unlocked!
250 Duel Dollars Awarded Surviving Members
“Ah, if you’d made it to the end we’d have gotten all our money back.”
“Maybe if someone hadn't kept tagging me in to take that fat guy’s fists I would have been able to do that,” Skies said, standing up and shaking off the injuries from before like they’d barely been there. “You need to learn to dodge.”
“Whatever… we won!”
“And somebody else definitely lost,” Skies said, looking over to where Riot was seated.
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