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Hunter X Hunter: Bomber to Bombshell - Part 3/5
🕑 Added 2019-03-15 14:00:01 +0000 UTCFar away from the antics of Gon and company a tall, sinister looking man stalked through the woods. He had become well known amongst the players of Greed Island as ‘The Bomber’. At first he had fooled one of the largest alliances in the game into believing he was simply a meek tactician, only to violently betray every single one of them. This plan had earned him a majority of the cards required to clear the game save for the most rare ones. Even with that collection and a plan to steal the few hard to find cards out there that were already found, there were still a few that required actual hunting and today that was his goal; obtain the last few missing cards needed before enacting his final plan. His partners, Sub and Bara, were off checking on some other quests so Genthru found himself alone.
He stopped at a suspicious looking stump, it being a different color and wood type than all the other trees in the area. Kneeling down, he activated his ability and punched the top of the stump. The resulting explosion left a small hole in the ground and a card lying within.
“Another one down. It's still early, I should try and…” Before Genthru could finish his thought a beam of light came shooting through the treetops. He leapt away from the projectile only to find it swerving back towards him. Certain that the blast was some kind of attack, Genthru sidestepped the blast only for it to make a sharp turn towards him. Out of options to evade the persistent threat, Genthru made a last ditch attempt to save himself and launched a large explosive blast using both hands at the energy.
Smoke and debris flew out in all directions and the blast resounded throughout the area. A few seconds passed and the smoke around Genthru’s location settled down enough for him to figure out what had happened. A quick check led to the conclusion that he was not in any pain nor had he suffered even minor injuries. He tried moving around and accessing his Nen. All his tests were successful, as far as he could tell. Nothing seemed out of place, so either he successfully negated the attack or it had no effect on him.
“I need to go...” Genthru began walking away from the blast zone, nervously searching the surrounding forest for any players who may have been nearby, expecting another attack to follow soon when he finally noticed something was off.
His long coat felt as if it was tugging at his body just slightly. It was odd since the coat was generally loose enough that Genthru didn’t even notice it; so this immediately stood out as strange to him. His body had changed subtly, enough for him not to notice at first. His previously lanky frame received few alterations, only fattening a little in places and tweaking just enough to give off a feminine appearance while retaining his overall slender look. It was when he was a few steps out of the blast zone that the major changes began. His blonde hair, usually resting upwards, had all at once fallen into his face. He could feel his coat growing tighter yet again and now the rest of his clothes were shifting as well..
“Shit!” Genthru broke into a sprint. He didn’t know what was happening, but he knew being stuck out in the open while under the effects of an unknown ability wasn’t good. His mad dash came to a painful halt when he tripped on the uneven forest floor. Something had ruined his footing by sticking to his feet. He turned over and inspected them, his plain grey boots now sporting heels. In fact, the usually loose boots now clung tighter to his legs and had risen from his shins to just above his knees. Normally his boot length was hidden but his coat had shrunk, its hem now barely meeting where his boots had risen. It wasn’t even a coat anymore; it was a tight, form-fitting dress. Genthru began putting everything together as two confirming bulges emerged from his dress and his long, sharp face rounded out slightly giving him the appearance of a mature woman.
Standing up Genthru examined herself. “What the hell is this supposed to be?” She asked out loud, trying to determine the purpose behind this change. “If some bastard thinks I’ll be easy to beat just because I’m a woman…” She worked on moving around in the alien footwear, planning on making her way back to her team in order to find some sort of reversal when she heard someone closing in on her position.
She took a readied stance awkwardly as the short dress made her battle pose a bit lewd. The forest ceased moving and all seemed frozen. Then from the trees an attacker leaped.
“Genthru?! What kind of game are you playing?!” A woman’s voice rang out from above, one Genthru wasn’t familiar with. The unknown woman delivered a dropkick from the air. The Bomber dashed out of the way, but then stumbled once again, cursing her footwear. Regaining balance she looked at her attacker.
It was an older woman, perhaps a little less than a decade or so older than she was. She was fit and wore simple green cargo pants and boots. Her top however, while made of the same material as her pants and possessing pockets, seemed more fashion friendly than battle oriented. It was sleeveless, but still had a collar leading to it giving a very well defined silhouette to her ample chest, bigger than even Genthru’s now was. It was the black hair tied in a ponytail contrasting with her grey eyebrows that finally identified her for the bomber.
“Old man Tsezeguerra? Haha what a sight! Never expected a grumpy shit like you would make such a cute woman.”
“Don’t mess with me you lunatic! Change everyone back!” Tsezeguerra made another leap for her foe, Genthru correcting her stance once more. Regardless of their bodies, killing her attacker would prove beneficial in the long term and taking advantage of her ‘altered state’ could prove the needed advantage… If she could adapt first of course.
The two women clashed exchanging blows at a rapid pace. Greed Island did not warrant them using their full abilities very often as it was more based on strategy and covert actions. But in truth both former men were experts at Nen control and excelled at split second shifts to protect and enhance their body parts during a fist fight; even more than Gon and Killua. However, for a man in a woman’s body a new variable was brought into play. Using Nen is subtly different for a male and female and the two fighters were unaware of this fact, so when a certain body part is targeted a male would enhance it the same way as he would any other body part. Unfortunately for both, a woman’s breasts were not so simply enhanced, particularly when larger than a C-Cup as both women would find out given their ample additions.
*Squish**Squoosh* Both fighters landed blows within the other’s torso at the same time. Both centered their Nen within their breasts in order to negate damage. Both fell to their knees with a simultaneous “Eeeeeeeeeek!”
When Nen is focused into a woman’s chest it makes her mammaries particularly sensitive to pleasure. All natural born women who possess Nen are aware of this and learn to control their Nen slightly differently to avoid any unwanted ‘stimulation’ during battle. However for two people only just gaining said bodies, they would have never even considered the possibility in the heat of battle.
Both fighters got up immediately and turned away. Tsezeguerra was an older man, one who was well-respected by his peers and often looked up to by his juniors. He prided himself on his composure and strength even in difficult situations. Genthru was a slightly unhinged individual but not quite a psychopath. In truth he simply had less moral inhibitions when it came to attaining what he desired. He kept a calm face under all circumstances to make sure his opponents never read him correctly. So for both men to have felt such a sensation in the middle of combat, to have made their arousal obvious and to have let out such feminine shrieks was embarrassing beyond belief.
Both women rose to their feet once more but this time began to move in opposite directions. They didn’t say a word but both understood the other.
“We need to change back first or we’ll just make fools of ourselves.”
