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Jenna loved her boyfriend Max, she remembered her first few dates with him, he had been so charming and made her laugh so much, and he was quite handsome too. However in recent months she had started to get sick of his obsession with overwatch. It seemed like if it was up to him, he would play the game all day every day. It was always a bit of a struggle to get him to spend time with her, and, despite him agreeing to hang out with her today, sure enough, she knocked the door and he appeared with his controller in hand a minute later, before rushing back into his room. Sighing, she followed behind, closing the front door behind her, and finding him as expected, sat on the sofa in the middle of a game.
"I'll just finish this round.." he mumbled. She was still slightly annoyed he hadn't stopped before she arrived, but at least he was stopping. That's what she thought at least, until she came back from a quick trip to the toilet to find him on the hero select screen.
"I thought you were stopping." She said, trying not to get angry.
"OK, one more game, I swear" but before she could respond, she realised he really wasn't listening. He had selected his main, Widowmaker, in her black lily skin as usual, and seemed far more interested in the character's tight black dress than anything she had to say. That was the final straw for Jenna, Max had had more than enough chances to prove that he cared more for her than the game, and she was hardly convinced. Little did he know that she was a witch in training, and she had a plan for him.
"No, it's alright, you can play a few more" she tried to sweeten her voice as she sat beside him, placing a curse on him as she touched his hand lightly.
"OK then, if you say so" he smiled, but still barely looked at her. Now she just had to wait. As it turned out, not for long, as he soon nudged her slightly.
"Babe, watch this," he told her, as he grappled over a wall and landed a headshot kill on a stationary Ana. "Yess!" He exclaimed, not noticing his slightly higher voice. Jenna watched with satisfied amusement as his average male build became much more slender, now more like that of an average female, just without many curves. As she watched intently, he reached an arm down the back of his t-shirt to scratch an itch.
"Huh.. why's this so baggy.." he mumbled, before carrying on with the game. Jenna continued to stare at the screen, waiting for another kill, and sure enough, his skill delivered another fairly quickly, although it was followed immediately by his own death.
"Damn!" He grunted, reaching for a quick sip of water, but spilling a little down himself as he did, weighing down his baggy shirt to reveal the outline of two tiny boobs. Jenna couldn't help herself, letting out a little giggle. Max just frowned.
"What's so funny?" He looked down at himself, "Why do I feel so.. strange..?" He shook his head, and continued playing. Even as slightly distracted as he was, it didn't take much longer again before he performed another expert healer assassination. He brushed a dark hair from in front of his eyes, before doing a double take.
"Huh? My hair's not this dark.. or long.." he pulled a chunk in front of his face, and stared in shock as it's brown colour darkened, becoming ever so slightly purple.
"Babe are you seeing.. babe?" The game was up, he turned to look at her, and caught her stifling a laugh as she examined his slightly larger chest. He followed her gaze and let out a girly shriek.
"Ah..ahh!!! I..I've got tits!? What the fuck... why are you laughing!?"
"I was wondering when you'd notice" his girlfriend giggled, "I just thought, seeing as you like playing as widowmaker so much, maybe you might want to be her in real life."
"What the.. you bitch! You're supposed to love me!"
"And you're supposed to love me. More than that game anyway. Now every time you get a kill, you become more like your precious black lily Widowmaker."
"Great, you win, I'll never play the game again, you happy"
"Oh you're not getting off that easy." She tapped him on the arm again. "Now you can't stop playing, and you'll transform more every death too, so don't think you can just throw the game either. Have fun baby!" She said in a sickeningly sweet voice. Max turned back to the screen, trying to scowl, to yell some retort, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, he was struggling to take it all in. It didn't help that the spell itself was so confusing by nature, he couldn't stand up, nor could he let go of the controller or stop pressing buttons, but besides that he was able to move completely freely, not that it made much of a difference. He tried to play as cautiously as he could, but knew it was inevitable. He saw an enemy out of position, and instinct kicked in, and they were quickly dead. He felt a sudden emptiness in his pants, quickly replaced by a tightness as his rear swelled. The game was almost over, when Jenna slid a hand under one of his plump cheeks and gave it a playful squeeze, causing him to wince, fumbling the controller and allowing the enemies to pick him off at the last second.
"Merde!" He exclaimed, before clasping a petite hand to his mouth, able to let go of the controller between games. He didn't no what the word meant, or why it had escaped his mouth, but he knew he had heard Widowmaker say it many times, and that terrified him.
"What was that M.. actually..." Jenna grinned an evil grin, "what is your name?"
"Je m'appelle.. uh.. I mean.. my name is Ma.. ma..mel.. Amel.." he stammered, his voice now somewhat sultry, and with a French accent that was becoming thicker by the second.
"Amélie, by any chance?"
"O..oui.. non! Non.. no! My name is Amélie.. non, c'est Amélie! Why I no.. um.. parle anglais..?"
"Never mind that Amélie, your game's starting." The new woman had never been more terrified in her life, but once again couldn't stop herself from picking up the controller. To her relief, the round got off to a slow start. She had set up on the high ground, the enemies weren't doing much to try and kill her, yet were playing close enough together that she couldn't pick anyone off. As she kept playing, her thoughts continued to switch between English and French as much as she tried to focus on the former. She continued taking shots at the opponents, doing a lot of damage but still getting her kills luckily stolen, until she saw that one of their tanks had switched to winston, and her heart sank. She knew the spell wouldn't let her switch, but without doing so was sure to be dived on and killed every time she respawned. Before she knew it, he was on top of her, and sure enough she was dead before she could even try to run. She blinked, feeling a slight itch in her grey-blue eyes as they turned a piercing yellow. Her shirt tightened, becoming much darker, and largely losing it's sleeves, while her trousers became a featureless and equally dark skirt. Trying not to think about the airiness and empty feeling between her legs, she walked out of spawn and returned to the high ground, where she was greeted by the immediate danger of not the winston, but an enemy widowmaker. For a few moments they dodged each other's blows, then, to her horror, they both landed a shot at the same time.
"Ooh, double dose!" Jenna giggled.
"Stop.. ce n'est pas.. funny.. non.. non.. non s'il te plait!" Her French outbursts were becoming more and more fluent, meanwhile her clothes were changing again. Her socks stretched up to her mid thigh, becoming thin black tights. Meanwhile, her shirt and skirt fused together, becoming a tight bodycon dress, but it didn't stop there. The skirt slit open down the side of one leg, and the fabric changed to a dark purplish colour with an intricate lily pattern all over it, and similarly patterned blue highlights at both ends. Her hair, which was now fully purple, grew long out down her back, before styling itself into an elaborate bun-like style that went well with the elegant dress.
"Should only take one more baby" Jenna chirped. Max knew too that she didn't have long, she turned to the girl, tears of fear and frustration welling in her eyes as she made her final plea.
"s'il te plait Jenna, je suis ta copine, amelie, non! Je veux dire... oh mon dieu pourquoi me ferais-tu ça?"
"Sorry babe, I don't speak.. oh, here we go." She looked past her girlfriend to the screen. She had gone on autopilot while begging, and had ended up dying again. Suddenly she felt very cold, as her heart rate slowed unnaturally, and her skin paled to the blue of widowmaker's. She was now nearly unmistakable for the character.
"C'est magnifique!" Jenna taunted. "Now, as much as I'd love to keep you around, I'd like to try the game myself, and I need someone to play as." Before Max could even respond, he blinked, and found himself not in his living room, but the spawn room of the Overwatch Busan map. She was still Widowmaker, though now she was completely identical, having gained a pair of black heels, some slight armour, including the character's recon visor, and was holding her widow's kiss sniper rifle. Apparently, it was not good enough for her mind to not be her own, now she couldn't control her body, as she began a graceful ballet dance that she recognised as one of widowmaker's emotes. A while after the game had started, she hit a headshot kill, and heard a feint voice from behind some invisible barrier, that she knew to be the girl who was controlling her every movement.
"I can see why you like this game so much, Amélie. Widow's pretty cute. Now you get to be her forever, and I can find someone who really loves me." Max was no more, now nothing more than Amélie, a character in a video game she once loved, and now could never leave.

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Jenna loved her boyfriend Max, she remembered her first few dates with him, he had been so charming and made her laugh so much, and he was quite handsome too. However in recent months she had started to get sick of his obsession with overwatch. It seemed like if it was up to him, he would play the game all day every day. It was always a bit of a struggle to get him to spend time with her, and, despite him agreeing to hang out with her today, sure enough, she knocked the door and he appeared with his controller in hand a minute later, before rushing back into his room. Sighing, she followed behind, closing the front door behind her, and finding him as expected, sat on the sofa in the middle of a game.
"I'll just finish this round.." he mumbled. She was still slightly annoyed he hadn't stopped before she arrived, but at least he was stopping. That's what she thought at least, until she came back from a quick trip to the toilet to find him on the hero select screen.
"I thought you were stopping." She said, trying not to get angry.
"OK, one more game, I swear" but before she could respond, she realised he really wasn't listening. He had selected his main, Widowmaker, in her black lily skin as usual, and seemed far more interested in the character's tight black dress than anything she had to say. That was the final straw for Jenna, Max had had more than enough chances to prove that he cared more for her than the game, and she was hardly convinced. Little did he know that she was a witch in training, and she had a plan for him.
"No, it's alright, you can play a few more" she tried to sweeten her voice as she sat beside him, placing a curse on him as she touched his hand lightly.
"OK then, if you say so" he smiled, but still barely looked at her. Now she just had to wait. As it turned out, not for long, as he soon nudged her slightly.
"Babe, watch this," he told her, as he grappled over a wall and landed a headshot kill on a stationary Ana. "Yess!" He exclaimed, not noticing his slightly higher voice. Jenna watched with satisfied amusement as his average male build became much more slender, now more like that of an average female, just without many curves. As she watched intently, he reached an arm down the back of his t-shirt to scratch an itch.
"Huh.. why's this so baggy.." he mumbled, before carrying on with the game. Jenna continued to stare at the screen, waiting for another kill, and sure enough, his skill delivered another fairly quickly, although it was followed immediately by his own death.
"Damn!" He grunted, reaching for a quick sip of water, but spilling a little down himself as he did, weighing down his baggy shirt to reveal the outline of two tiny boobs. Jenna couldn't help herself, letting out a little giggle. Max just frowned.
"What's so funny?" He looked down at himself, "Why do I feel so.. strange..?" He shook his head, and continued playing. Even as slightly distracted as he was, it didn't take much longer again before he performed another expert healer assassination. He brushed a dark hair from in front of his eyes, before doing a double take.
"Huh? My hair's not this dark.. or long.." he pulled a chunk in front of his face, and stared in shock as it's brown colour darkened, becoming ever so slightly purple.
"Babe are you seeing.. babe?" The game was up, he turned to look at her, and caught her stifling a laugh as she examined his slightly larger chest. He followed her gaze and let out a girly shriek.
"Ah..ahh!!! I..I've got tits!? What the fuck... why are you laughing!?"
"I was wondering when you'd notice" his girlfriend giggled, "I just thought, seeing as you like playing as widowmaker so much, maybe you might want to be her in real life."
"What the.. you bitch! You're supposed to love me!"
"And you're supposed to love me. More than that game anyway. Now every time you get a kill, you become more like your precious black lily Widowmaker."
"Great, you win, I'll never play the game again, you happy"
"Oh you're not getting off that easy." She tapped him on the arm again. "Now you can't stop playing, and you'll transform more every death too, so don't think you can just throw the game either. Have fun baby!" She said in a sickeningly sweet voice. Max turned back to the screen, trying to scowl, to yell some retort, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, he was struggling to take it all in. It didn't help that the spell itself was so confusing by nature, he couldn't stand up, nor could he let go of the controller or stop pressing buttons, but besides that he was able to move completely freely, not that it made much of a difference. He tried to play as cautiously as he could, but knew it was inevitable. He saw an enemy out of position, and instinct kicked in, and they were quickly dead. He felt a sudden emptiness in his pants, quickly replaced by a tightness as his rear swelled. The game was almost over, when Jenna slid a hand under one of his plump cheeks and gave it a playful squeeze, causing him to wince, fumbling the controller and allowing the enemies to pick him off at the last second.
"Merde!" He exclaimed, before clasping a petite hand to his mouth, able to let go of the controller between games. He didn't no what the word meant, or why it had escaped his mouth, but he knew he had heard Widowmaker say it many times, and that terrified him.
"What was that M.. actually..." Jenna grinned an evil grin, "what is your name?"
"Je m'appelle.. uh.. I mean.. my name is Ma.. ma..mel.. Amel.." he stammered, his voice now somewhat sultry, and with a French accent that was becoming thicker by the second.
"Amélie, by any chance?"
"O..oui.. non! Non.. no! My name is Amélie.. non, c'est Amélie! Why I no.. um.. parle anglais..?"
"Never mind that Amélie, your game's starting." The new woman had never been more terrified in her life, but once again couldn't stop herself from picking up the controller. To her relief, the round got off to a slow start. She had set up on the high ground, the enemies weren't doing much to try and kill her, yet were playing close enough together that she couldn't pick anyone off. As she kept playing, her thoughts continued to switch between English and French as much as she tried to focus on the former. She continued taking shots at the opponents, doing a lot of damage but still getting her kills luckily stolen, until she saw that one of their tanks had switched to winston, and her heart sank. She knew the spell wouldn't let her switch, but without doing so was sure to be dived on and killed every time she respawned. Before she knew it, he was on top of her, and sure enough she was dead before she could even try to run. She blinked, feeling a slight itch in her grey-blue eyes as they turned a piercing yellow. Her shirt tightened, becoming much darker, and largely losing it's sleeves, while her trousers became a featureless and equally dark skirt. Trying not to think about the airiness and empty feeling between her legs, she walked out of spawn and returned to the high ground, where she was greeted by the immediate danger of not the winston, but an enemy widowmaker. For a few moments they dodged each other's blows, then, to her horror, they both landed a shot at the same time.
"Ooh, double dose!" Jenna giggled.
"Stop.. ce n'est pas.. funny.. non.. non.. non s'il te plait!" Her French outbursts were becoming more and more fluent, meanwhile her clothes were changing again. Her socks stretched up to her mid thigh, becoming thin black tights. Meanwhile, her shirt and skirt fused together, becoming a tight bodycon dress, but it didn't stop there. The skirt slit open down the side of one leg, and the fabric changed to a dark purplish colour with an intricate lily pattern all over it, and similarly patterned blue highlights at both ends. Her hair, which was now fully purple, grew long out down her back, before styling itself into an elaborate bun-like style that went well with the elegant dress.
"Should only take one more baby" Jenna chirped. Max knew too that she didn't have long, she turned to the girl, tears of fear and frustration welling in her eyes as she made her final plea.
"s'il te plait Jenna, je suis ta copine, amelie, non! Je veux dire... oh mon dieu pourquoi me ferais-tu ça?"
"Sorry babe, I don't speak.. oh, here we go." She looked past her girlfriend to the screen. She had gone on autopilot while begging, and had ended up dying again. Suddenly she felt very cold, as her heart rate slowed unnaturally, and her skin paled to the blue of widowmaker's. She was now nearly unmistakable for the character.
"C'est magnifique!" Jenna taunted. "Now, as much as I'd love to keep you around, I'd like to try the game myself, and I need someone to play as." Before Max could even respond, he blinked, and found himself not in his living room, but the spawn room of the Overwatch Busan map. She was still Widowmaker, though now she was completely identical, having gained a pair of black heels, some slight armour, including the character's recon visor, and was holding her widow's kiss sniper rifle. Apparently, it was not good enough for her mind to not be her own, now she couldn't control her body, as she began a graceful ballet dance that she recognised as one of widowmaker's emotes. A while after the game had started, she hit a headshot kill, and heard a feint voice from behind some invisible barrier, that she knew to be the girl who was controlling her every movement.
"I can see why you like this game so much, Amélie. Widow's pretty cute. Now you get to be her forever, and I can find someone who really loves me." Max was no more, now nothing more than Amélie, a character in a video game she once loved, and now could never leave.