Title: Videl's New Outfit - Pt1
Categories: Dragon Ball Z
Characters: Videl, Veronica
Tags: Transformation, Inanimate Object Transformation, Clothing Transformation, Femdom, F/f, Clothes Ripping, Sweat, Out of Characters, Cruel, Sadism
Beta: SimplylovinIt
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Started: 08/07/2024
Finished: 09/07/2024
Published: 11/08/2024
Chapter 1
A More Fitting Form
Veronica's chest rose and fell rapidly as she fought to regain her breath. Her B-cups went taught as her lungs expanded to their maximum capacity, straining against her white Gi as though trying to burst free of their material confines. Her body was slick with sweat, and she was beyond spent. Ebony bangs clung to her forehead, almost appearing greasy from her exertions.
"You need to commit more to your training," Videl commented, her voice relaxed and unimpeded by exertion as she languidly stretched her arms over her head.
The shorter girl had clearly broken a sweat going by the dark patches peaking out of her Gi, but the casual ease that Videl had kept up with Veronica. It irked her, and rubbing it in like she was, saying that she needed to commit more to her training. Anger bubbled in Veronica's chest.
"Maybe, focus more on building your speed than strength? It's kinda pointless going in for those strong attacks when you can't hit anything - other than the dojo wall," Videl continued arrogantly, ignorant of the irritation igniting into anger in Veronica's chest, gesturing to one of the walls that hosted several splintered holes from Veroncia's fists.
"Or maybe I just need to focus on blocking out distractions like your fucking BO, how am I supposed to fight you when my eyes haven't stopped watering from the second you dragged your tacky ass in here. When was the last time you showered?" Veronica spat, venom lacing her tone.
Videl's eyebrows rose in surprise at her opponent's audacity.
"Excuse me!" Videl's eye started to twitch.
"Gladly, the sooner you leave, the sooner I can get the stink out of my nose," Veronica snapped.
That was it.
The superior combatant crossed the distance to the bench at the rear side of the dojo in less time than it took the spent Veronica to draw another breath to continue her vitriol speel. Then, the shorter girl fished Veronica's phone out of her bag.
It was time Videl taught this foul-mouthed brat a lesson, and she would make sure it stuck. With a few swipes, her own phone dung as it received the Transformation Request she had sent.
Veronica stumbled to her feet, her overly stiff legs commanding her to rest. Videl heard the heavy steps, but it was too late anyway. She was already holding her phone and clicked accept the second the notification appeared.
There was a flash of bright light from Veronica's phone, and the sore loser was gone, leaving nothing in her place apart from a pair of sweaty footprints where she once stood.
With a small smile placating her lips, Videl tossed the former girl's phone atop her gym bag before turning her attention back to her phone. The luminous screen now displayed a miniature graphic depiction of Miss Perfect, the words Awaiting Transformation written above it. If she wanted, Videl could leave the bitch trapped in the app forever, but she had something much more fun in mind.
If she wanted to blame her skill issue on Videl's body odour, then she was going to show her just how bad it can get. She'll be begging for mercy within the hour. Videl's smile grew as the thought sent a rush of power through her lower tummy, making her pussy warm with molten arousal.
With a tap, Videl opened Veronica's profile. The first thing she did was delete all non-organic material, it wouldn't do if Veronica's clothing merged with her essence and fucked her up
before Videl could have her fun.
With another tap of her finger, the premium features opened up - meaning she didn't have to limit the mouthy brat's form to a single object - and just like that, Veronica was broken up into dozens of pieces, listed in a grey drop-down menu for her to manipulate and put to use.
Another carnal thrill rushed up Videl's body as she tapped the screen, deciding Veronica's fate with a mere touch of her fingertip. She loved the feeling of power this app gave her. She licked her suddenly dry lips, selected Veronica's face, and selected the clothing option. Scrolling briefly, she tapped spats.
Videl spent the next couple of moments customising her new black spandex bike shorts. Adjusting the size to make her half a size too small, then lowering the quality of the fabric, making the bitch overly thin and flimsy. A delicious thought crossed her mind: With Premium, she couldn't only separate Veronica into as many objects as she wanted and alter their quality and durability, but she was also able to place her face directly on the crotch of the spanks and enable a setting that would allow Veronica's face to form in the selected section. Another dark, humiliating thought flashed behind Videl's eyes and with another tap of her powerful finger, Veronica became secondhand, gaining numerous stains to decorate her new form, sweat stains, cum stains, and even a splatter of piss stains.
Videl swiped the screen and next selected Veronica's stomach and womb, she was breathing heavily now as arousal did what the inferior warrior failed to do. Selecting a sporty crop, Videl merged the body parts together and selected white to make sure any and all stains would be as blatant as Veronica's lack of skill. As with the spats, she made the top half a size too small, scaled down the quality, and made it secondhand, the digital image rapidly turning half a shade grey and gaining dark stains across its form.
Now, she just needed to complete her new outfit, and the final part would be almost as tasty as the first. She selected Veronica's pussy and asshole and immediately selected a lovely pair of leather boots. A nice green pair, and as before, she reduced them by half a size, lowered their quality and made them almost second-hand - through placing a special instruction them to her own profile and ageing them by ten years. Even the graphic was a very sorry sight.
Finished, Videl stored the rest of Veronica; she would probably find some uses for the rest of her, and tapped the Confirm button.
There was another flash of light, and a pair of neatly folded, shabby-looking clothes materialised at Videl's bare feet. The boots rested on top of the pile and already looked like they were begging to be thrown into the trash.
Chapter 2
A Snug Fit
Veronica internally groaned; her head was spinning. Gradually, her train of thought slowly began to run after being ground to such a halt. The last thing she remembered was sparring with Videl, and then everything went black. Everything was dim, almost black, apart from a single split of pale light, ten blurry, flesh-coloured forms hovering in the space, and an insistent weight bore down on her.
'Ugh … what hit me?'
FWUMP
The sudden sound of fabric hitting the floor snapped Veronica out of her thoughts, and it was only then that she realised what she was staring at through the small crack of light. Ten giant, admittedly cute, toes stared back at her, and a giant canvas of white fabric crumpled up behind them, helping to bring them into starker contrast.
The weight pressing down on her vanished, and the next thing she knew, her stomach fluttered with the familiar tingle of flying through the air, and Veronica was blinded by a pale white light as what was revealed to be a shabby, old shirt was lifted off her. The giantess form of Videl rapidly came into focus, standing over her as Veronica adjusted to the sudden light.
Why was she naked?
Then it clicked. Why she had blacked out, why she couldn't move, why Videl was now super size, and why she was naked. The transformation app.
'You fucking bitch,' Veronica thought, astounded by the audacity of the shorter girl.
"Let's see if you're any better as an outfit than a fighter," Videl laughed, unfolding the stained tank-top with a flick of her wrists causing Veronica's stomach to lurch at the unnatural motion, her stomach and womb rippling together.
'Wait until I turn back to normal; I'm gonna beat your ass into the ground and turn you into a mop and use you to clean every fucking inch of this dojo, you bitch!'
Videl pulled the top over her head, the fabric going taught as she slid her arms through the holes, bunching up above her C-Cup breasts. It wasn't a comfortable feeling for the transformed warrior; mercifully, it was a short-lived experience as Videl tugged the worn material over her chest.
Veronica's fabric clung to Videl's torso like a second skin, pulled so taut anyone would be able to see the shorter girl's fair skin tone, the hard nipples threatening to pierce her cloth as her stitches moaned in pain. Her tummy felt like it was about to burst from the pressure of Videl's breasts.
'You fat fucking bitch!' Veronica cursed; she felt ridiculously bloated, as if she would pop at any moment, like her body was literally coming apart at the seams.
Videl looked down at herself in the shirt - feeling more than a little naughty to be standing in nothing but a too-short, too-tight shirt, her pussy and ass bare for anyone to see should they walk in. The outline of her breasts was clear to see through the shoddy material, a w shaped, dark grey stain underlining them as though to emphasise them further, and similar dark patches could be seen circling her underarms - they even felt fresh.
Veronica's fabric visibly struggled to remain whole with every breath the half-naked girl took.
"Hmm, a bit snug. Let's see if your face makes a better pair of shorts," Videl said after a long moment of looking over every inch of herself in the crop top. She bent at the hip and picked up the neatly folded shabby shorts.
Pain flooded Veronica's stomach as it was stretched beyond its limit as the shirt rode up Videl's back, soon followed by an intense, dizzying curse as she was lifted into the air. Pain cut through the dizzying fog as Veronica felt Videl's tree-sized leg step inside her head. She abruptly felt the right side swell like an overfilled water balloon, then the left side.
'Fuck, you need to go on a diet! How do you even fit into these things!' Veronica cursed as her head was pulled higher. Her eyes tried to swell with tears, but spanks don't cry - not even old second-hand ones.
She felt her head slide over Videl's ass; it was like her skull was trying to crush her head. But that wasn't all; her frozen eyes tried to widen as she felt the shorter girl's pussy pushing against the inside of her fucking face, trying to reshape it with its perverted shape.
'Okay, okay, I'll take it easy on you, just please take me off, you're going to tear me apart!' Veronica begged pain and fear courting to deny her righteous anger.
"Mmm, you know, I always did like my spanks just a little tight," Videl said, letting a hand run over the curve of her petite ass, outlined perfectly by Veronica's head, "Maybe, you're not so useless after all," she added, lightly spanking her butt cheek for emphasis - causing further tremors of pain to ripple through the helpless, foul-mouth woman.
Anger, pain and fear began their fight anew inside Veronica's head. Half of her wanted to scream and pound Videl into the dirt, while the other half just wanted Videl to take her off.
"Hmm, now let's try your boots on," Videl said, a dark, sultry tone melting into her voice.
Veronica really didn't like the sound of that, her fabric trying to shiver as it remained stretched to the limit.
Then she felt Videl's giant toes, greasy with sweat, pinch one of the boots, and her sphincter tightened.
'Oh … no, no, no, no, you- you wouldn't,' Veronica stammered as Videl began to forcefully push her foot inside, the worn material squeezing her foot as it reluctantly gave way to the pressure from the years of use Videl had programmed into it, ensuring her discomfort would be minimal, but for Veronica … that was a different story.
If the transformed warrior had thought her head was going to burst from pain before, this was a whole new level of agony. She could feel her ass stretching as what felt like an entire combat ship forced its way into the tight space of her virgin rectum.
'Stop! Stop! I can't take it!'
The giant foot slotted into place, its heavy presence stimulating and agonising simultaneously.
Veronica's mental tirade had ground to a halt; had she still been human, her eyes would have been wide, her mouth open like a fish as she tried to process the intense levels of pain bloating every inch of her body. But as she was, all she could do was stare at the dojo enlarged beyond parody, the scent of perspiration prickling her senses barely noticeable as the bloating pain devoured her awareness.
"Hmm, a nice snug fit, now for the other one."
The words cut through Veronica like a hot blade through butter. Other one. The other boot. There was more to come.
The poor transformed girl didn't even have the chance to mentally scream for mercy before she felt warm, greasy toes pushing their way inside her pussy - without lubricant.
Agony. Pain. No words. Only torturous throes as the giantess combatant raped her ass and pussy simultaneously.
She felt like Videl was trying to tear her very soul apart.