This choice: **Create a new character with their own power** (this isn’t a new chapter) • Go Back...Chapter #3Bambi, with power over the other contestants' guns by: RoyalJelly   [Editor's note: this one is a bit unorthodox, but since we've been getting into the workings of the competition a bit, I figured we may as well have a bit of metagaming going on here. I would prefer it if remaining characters' powers were in-line with the game's rules, but if you have a great idea feel free to give it a shot.
Perspectives will jump around from character to character as Bambi manipulates what powers they receive, leading ultimately to her goal of mass destruction and vengance.
As an aside, I realize now that Bambi's storyline is pretty dark, so what I'll say is that only chapters branching from this one will contain her. The disastrous events of the Growth Games will be the result of incompetence, rather than bimbo driven mad with desire for sex and revenge.
--royaljelly ]
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She didn't have a last name anymore, and soon she would have revenge on the people who took it from her.
Bambi stared at the monitors before her and idly sucked on one of her fingers, heart racing over what she was about to accomplish.
She remembered having a last name. Perhaps "Johnson." Or "Andreani." Or "Zhang." Or one from any number of last names that could have been hers. Bambi didn't remember anymore. Bambi didn't even remember what sex she had been before she was transformed. For all she knew, she could have been a man as easily as she could have been a woman. Most of her memories were gone. The few that she had were precious. They reminded her why she hated the people running the Global Growth Games.
Bambi remembered she had been high-up in the Games' leadership early on. A head scientist, maybe. One of the ritual mages. Perhaps a C-suite executive. Regardless, she had power, and the haze of her memories during that time was, at the very least, pleasant.
Her memories turned sharper and darker when a certain hotshot researcher named Laura Oko showed up, however. Oko was a wunderkind, allegedly. She had graduated from college at 14 and gotten her Masters' degree in arcane science before she could drive. Oko had managed to make her way into a position of some regard--Bambi couldn't remember what-- within a few years.
It must have been then that Laura had suggested that the first Growth Games be held in the office itself. Bambi couldn't imagine how such a stupid idea had gotten traction, but she remembered the games themselves.
"It'd be a friendly little tournament," said Laura. "Everything would be reversed after the game was over."
Bambi had been goaded into participating...somehow. Perhaps it was her pride. Perhaps it was her desire to humiliate her coworkers. Perhaps it was morbid curiosity about what it would be like to participate in the games. In her darker moments, Bambi considered the possibility that she had just been stupid. It didn't matter anymore.
The memory of her entering the tournament was sharper in her memory. She could almost winning, until she finally met the only other woman in the competition.
Laura Fucking Oko.
If Bambi had enough control over her lips anymore, she would have spat.
Laura, somehow, had gotten the power of bimbofication, and had upgraded it to produce a sustained blast that would just amplify its effects with continued exposure. It was an over-the-top power, and Bambi knew that Laura couldn't have gotten it in the game without some sort of outside help, but there Laura was. She held the power to sap away a person's very mind and twist their body, and in the last second of the game she had turned it onto Bambi.
Bambi could remember a feeling of something cold and tingling swelling within her ass and breasts, and falling prone, her arms trying and failing to wrap around her Volkswagen-sized tits. She could remember her lips inflating, brushing past the tip of her nose with their cartoonish girth. She could remember her thoughts fading away, one by one, until nothing left was a barely-observed parade of sensations.
Most of all, she could remember feeling so good.
The blast with the reversal ray had undone some of the damage. At the end of the treatment, Bambi was able to stand again, partially close her mouth, and even form five-word sentences on a good day. But Laura had said that the rest of the damage was irreversible. She would be left with lips too thick to control, an ass to big to fit into normal pants, and breasts too big to wrap her arms around.
There was shock from her coworkers at first. Then sadness. Then mockery. When security found her, spread-eagled and pleasuring herself on Laura's desk, she was immediately demoted. There were jokes about making Bambi the company sex toy, but of course Oko had to be the voice of reason. She, somehow, had taken over the Games. She had told the other employees that the husk of their former boss and colleague, who was now being jokingly referred to as "Big Bimbo Bambi," was to be treated with the utmost respect.
They had put a behavioral lock on the lower-level employees so they couldn't even touch her deliberately. They put a similar lock on Bambi, to keep her from embarrassing herself in the office.
Laura hadn't taken away Bambi's enhanced libido, though. Not even the reversal ray had done that. Bambi was trapped in constant arousal, overwhelmed with an aching need for release. On her bad days, she remembered squealing incoherently at her coworkers. She remembered literally drooling at the sight of a moderately attractive delivery boy. Worst of all, she remembered getting on her knees before Laura and moaning, tears streaming down face, trying to tell her boss that it was painful to be so horny, and to beg Laura for just one last orgasm, in words that her hobbled mind no longer permitted her to say.
In the heat and agony of her mind-numbing lust, Bambi's memories of her former life blinked out one by one.
It was the head of Research and Development who had freed her. She had come to Bambi one day with an offer. In exchange for Bambi's unending sexual servitude, she would undo the fetters on her mind. Bambi had nodded, mascara running down her face from tears of joy. The woman raised a ray gun and pulled the trigger.
In an instant, Bambi's mind began to run free. New thoughts whirled throughout her once-shackled brain as her faculties returned to her. The new reversal ray had not only undone the effects of the behavioral lock, but also returned the intelligence that had been stolen from her.
Bambi knew she had to pretend to be her old self. To let people underestimate her. To serve her liberator and mistress, to live with her head between her savior's legs, until one day, Bambi had managed to get a gun with the power to warp peoples' personalities. Her rebellion was quiet, but thorough. She worked through the upper management of the company, brainwashing the heads of each division into inconspicuous servitude to her desires, until all that was left was Laura.
Laura wouldn't get such an easy fate. Oh no. Neither would the Games as a whole, even her faithful servants. Bambi giggled and shoved a hand down her barely-present skirt, rubbing herself at the thought of sweet vengeance.
With the power that was given to her, Bambi had gotten into a position where she could change what powers the games' contestants would receive. To warp their erotic desires, perversions and abilities into the thing that would bring down the company once and for all.
What was even better, Laura was a participant in this particular tournament. Bambi could destroy the field teams of the game, one by one, undermining everything Laura had worked to build, before leading the contestants to the Games' headquarters themselves.
When the contestants and their handiwork had overrun the building, then, and only then, would Bambi have Laura brought to her. Bambi would give her former captor one final, glossy-lipped kiss goodbye, and warp Laura's brain and body until they were immobile from size and mindless, volition-less, agonizing lust.
Bambi shuddered as she looked at the keyboard perched on her breasts, and began to see which of the unlucky contestants she would target first.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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