Life in Evermorn City was known to be both hard and rewarding; its citizens working and relaxing their hardest as they went about their everyday lives. This didn't conform to everyone however. While Evermorn had its share of upstanding, law abiding citizenry who stuck strictly by the book, there were those who did anything they could to live a carefree life whether it hurt the livelihood of others or not. One such individual was a thug named Max Kerrington, a 20 year old who bunked with a childhood friend of his; Dave Nohally. Normally, a pairing such as this wouldn't have been hard to work with, but when said pairing was between a man wanted by the authorities in a city known for its strict surveillance and a working salaryman whose livelihood was threatened by sharing his house with a known criminal, things would start to buckle and break, even a friendship between best buds years in the making.

Dave had enough though, it was the umpteenth time the cops had pulled over at his house to do a full search of his home right as he was about to leave for work that morning and even away from home, wasn't free from constant calls by the neighbours demanding he lower the  volume of the television or get a noise complaint (which would of course, be filed in to the landlord). To remedy this, Dave had ordered a pack of highly experimental drugs from his associates within Evermorn's very own pharmaceutical company that were delivered to him that very day so the waiting game began, anxiety filling his mind as he slogged through work that day, excited to return home.

After an hour or so train ride back to his high rise apartment, he opened the door, only to be greeted by Max wielding his signature katana, just finished downing a bottle filled with a strange light blue liquid before smashing it against the wall. Unfazed by the threat, Dave was more concerned by what Max just drank, noticing the labelling he told his friend to disguise the package with; "performance boosters". Frowning, he questions Max, now fiddling with his katana in impatience "Did you just take it all from the package at the door this morning? You do know that was clearly meant for me right?" His eyes sharpening into a glare, Max growls a reply "So what if i did? Anything in this damned house of yours is mine too right?"

Unsurprised at his reply, Dave simply folds his arms as he just sighs in dissapointment, further angering the thug, "Whats this? Little wimpdick finally growing two legs of his own to stand on? Well it doesnt matter once im done with-" Before he can finish his threat or begin to unsheathe his weapon though, Dave smirks and simply snaps his fingers as Max appears to explode, covered in a fine cloud which dissipates quickly, leaving a small, albeit well built girl standing in shock at what just happened, Max's taller than average height of 6'4 is cut down to around 5'2, leaving her tracksuit looking oversized and bulky around her new frame.

"The fuck did you just do freak? Turn me back right now!" Max screams while Dave's grin widens into a smile, he hadn't thought the transformation would be this quick though he assumes it was because the dumb brute had downed the entire bottle at once, recalling his provider telling him that a teaspoon of these nanobots disguised as fluids would be enough to induce transformation and control after a few hours. The now female Max wasn't sitting around waiting though, as she swings the still-sheathed katana at Dave, face twisted in fury... "Are you listening dipshit?! I said turn me ba-". Before being cut off once again as Max snaps his fingers again.

After the cloud vanishes, Max still remains a girl but her jumpsuit is gone, replaced by knee-high socks, skin-tight, lace panties and a short, unbuttoned shirt exposing her slender arms and toned midriff. Instead of the usual anger though, Max is a hot mess, red blush on her face and panting hard as she falls to the floor, her hands plunging between her thighs before she hesitates, cloudy eyes looking up at Dave defiantly "What did you-ugh-do to me...i can't feel strength in my arms at-ahn-all..."Heh, you almost got me there...so just thinking of making you stop is enough to do this, well serves you right for drinking that stuff without properly checking it first. For months, i put up with you because i still remembered our friendship and i thought you'd turn away from your self destructive path of being a thug, but again and again you just keep fucking up! How much more do you think i can handle being taken away from me?!" Dave's voice rising to a scream, he calms down a notch as the now girlified Max struggles to keep her balance, one hand reaching for the weapon lying nearby. "Think you're getting away huh? Well i've got more in store for you, that drink doesnt just let me turn you into a weak, defenseless female version of yourself, it does so much more...how would you like being Mona? You've heard of her right? That walking sexpot of an anime girl in that game everyone's been talking about...i think it'd suit you just fine, you never were much of a thinker in the first place." Hearing his words, Max's eyes widen in fear as she attempts to pleade with Dave in desperation, seeing his hands rise up and fingers form together "Wait wait wait please don't do this! I'll do anything, work my debt off, help around the house, just please dont do thi-SNAP" .

Coughing at the larger-than-expected smokescreen, Dave waves his hands in an attempt to clear the air as he hears stifled gasps and moans from a very familiar voice, he might've understated his knowledge of the character Mona from the hit game Genshin Impact making waves around the globe. While she was well-known in universe as one of the greatest Astrologers in existence, Dave didn't have that in mind when transforming Max, focusing more on her sex appeal and tempting outfit; a form fitting leotard clinging to her lithe body leaving little to the imagination and long flowing locks of hair tied into ponytails perfect for handlebars and a cute rounded face. All of which he was now seeing in front of him as a Monafied-Max holds back moans and cries of arousal, her new body a far cry from either the tall gangster or the tomboy from before. Her face twists into an ahegao as she lets out an unrestrained moan, no longer able to control herself as her arms fly over her body, desperately pawing at her garments; a playgirl bunny suit version of Mona's regular outfit. Frowning as he examines her, Dave was perplexed; "Weird...could the dosage be so strong its putting my kinks and unrelated thoughts into the transformation?" While it was true he wanted Max to be filled with thoughts of servitude and non-hostility towards him, he hadn't expected this dripping mess of a whore resulting from his kinks for bunnygirls and bimbo's meshing with his hope to see Mona in front of him. Dave's thoughts are interrupted by Mona-Max grabbing hold of his leg, one hand still pawing at her outfit as she struggles to look directly at Dave's face, her eyes constantly darting back to the bulge in his pants, she struggles to articulate properly, her voice no longer sounding like her old self, now a spot on copy of the character of Mona, as if shes jumped out of the game and into Dave's house, "l-like no! S-s-stop this now-fuck me hard master-ggh! This is s-so embarassing-LY HAWT!". Unsurprised, Dave prepares to snap his fingers again, closing his eyes and focusing hard, he did like brainless bimbo's but this was too much, he'd rather have a functioning member of the household over a useless one who'd stain the walls and floor with her juices. Over the sounds of both defiance and wanton pleasure by Mona-Max, Dave's fingers snap resoundingly, producing yet another cloud of smoke...

...Dave watches over the now mostly naked body of "Mona" on his bed, unsure if any sign of Max was even left. Initially panicking after seeing her knocked out cold on the floor, he snapped his hands again in an attempt to heal her but nothing happened, he carries her over to his bed, amazed at the almost otherworldly proportions of her body figure and supple softness of her skin, blushing at the jiggling mounds of flesh rubbing against his chest before laying her down. Thinking back, he assumes the faint to be part of overdosing and in turn, the massively increased strain of the transformation on Max. Slightly worried about her and deep in thought, Dave doesnt notice her stirring awake as she gets up into a kneeling position, a noticeable wet spot staining the bed beneath her voluptuous ass. "Darling? What time is it? And why am i naked!". As Max(?) looks questioningly at Dave while poutting adorably, Dave gulps as he makes himself look confident, hoping his snap applied the right commands, damn nanobots were unpredictable at this point. Taking off his work attire, he replies "I'm assuming we're about to fuck babe? You always did like to have cosplay sex ever since we met at that convention 3 years ago, i just came home from work and here you were lying out with all your beauty on display, those accessories are Mona's right?" Hearing Dave's words, the nude woman looks dazed for a second until she  smiles brightly as if a sudden rush of memories just went through her brain "Ahh thats right dear, im so sorry, i was in the middle of putting on this cosplay kit for Mona until i blacked out all of a sudden, i hope its nothing too major. Why don't you go undress while i finish putting all this on? It'll be worth it!" Smiling while hiding his glee within, Dave reaches out, planting a kiss on her supple lips as he replies "Sure thing Millia, take your time." Max was gone and in his place was a loving woman who had her own successful job, Dave had forged an entire persona for his ideal woman in preparation for this moment when the plan came together after knowledge of the drug came into his possession. Where there was once a useless thug of a man lounging around his flat, all that remained was Millia Nohally, a beautiful woman with a well established name on social media and well known fashion designer circles engaged with him, teasing her rising fanbase with glimpses of her (AI-Generated by the way) across social media, but now, there'd be an actual person behind those claims. As Dave exits the toilet, he rises to attention as his fiance now lies on the bed, dressed fully in the attire of Mona Megistus, lustful eyes beckoning him to ravish her perfect body.

After hours of sex with his fiance, Dave pulls away from her as he goes to grab his phone, leaving Millia's cosplay of Mona torn and tattered, spasming in after-sex warmth as fresh pools of cum form between her wide spread legs as it dribbles from her dripping cunt, plump lips twitching in between thick thighs as her hips buckle slightly back and forth every so often. Dave pulls up the contact of his supplier on his private terminal, typing out a quick thank you and summary of what happened with the drug, remembering the deal that he send a report on the drugs effects and possible side effects, noting the overdose and spontaneous changes coupled with the uncontrolled side mental and physical changes needing intense focus to overwrite. He also notes the nanobots stop functioning after the last transformation, assuming they short circuited due to the strain. As he hits the send button, a gloved hand tugs at his shoulder turning to meet the near mirror replica of his favourite anime waifu; Mona, slick with sweat and juices. Eyes glowing with lust, she leans in close and playfully breathes into Dave's ear, sending tingles up his spine,"I was planning to use this at conventions and photoshoots y'know? Now its all torn up and this wasn't cheap to make...hope you can make this up to me deary?". Giggling as Dave's hands wrap around her hips and face, she blushes heavily as he kisses her full on the lips, his tongue pushing past her soft lips and into her warm, moist mouth, eliciting a squeal of joy as he plays with her tongue, when they finally seperate, the two are left breathing heavily as a string of their saliva hangs in between them "I could think of other uses for the outfit Millia, after all you still make plenty of money in your cosplay and magazine shoots, i cant think of a greater look for you, keep this between us, my love?". Smiling warmly in agreement, the couple come together again, ready for another round of lovemaking...There'd still be the occassional noise complaint and police visits...the reason behind them still wrong but in all the right ways for Dave and his new fiance...

THE END