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The King Of Fighters TG TF Part 8: Shermie
🕑 Added 2024-09-28 20:28:27 +0000 UTCThe air in the lab was dense with anticipation. Dim lights cast long shadows on the walls, and the faint sound of humming machinery echoed down the sterile halls. Dr. Ryuu Morioka, the enigmatic and ambitious leader of the Alchemists, paced the floor, his mind racing with excitement. Each step resonated with his drive for perfection, the sinister elegance of his plan finally within reach.
The tournament would return, but this time, it would not be a mere competition. No, Morioka had loftier goals. His combination of bioengineering, psychological manipulation, and advanced hypnosis would unleash warriors that defied human limitations—fighters engineered for one purpose: to dominate.
Of the many victims captured in his quest, seven had already fallen to his methods. They were no longer the people they once were—transformed, rebuilt from their core outwards into living weapons. Tonight, the eighth transformation would take place.
A fashion designer by profession, Claudia had been handpicked for a very special role. Morioka's plan required not just fighters but personalities—people who would stir the audience, ignite chaos, and dominate the arena in every possible way. Claudia, in his eyes, was the perfect candidate to become the deadly yet seductive Shermie, one of Orochi’s Heavenly Kings.
Her transformation, like the others before her, would be thorough—both physical and mental.
Claudia had always led a life filled with creativity and passion. A renowned fashion designer, she had climbed her way to the top of the industry with a fierce determination and an impeccable eye for style. She was young, driven, and undeniably talented. Her work was admired by celebrities and sought after by elite clients. Claudia’s world was a whirlwind of fabric, runway shows, and flashing lights, her name synonymous with elegance and innovation.
But beneath the glamorous exterior, Claudia harbored an underlying sense of disillusionment. She loved her craft, but the constant demands of the industry weighed on her. She often found herself thinking about what truly mattered, feeling detached from the society that worshipped surface-level beauty and materialism. Her designs were bold, experimental, and breathtaking, but there was always a feeling of something deeper missing.
Despite these feelings, Claudia never let her dissatisfaction show. She buried herself in her work, channeling all her energy into her designs. She lived for the thrill of creating something beautiful and groundbreaking, but she began to grow distant from the people around her, even as her fame soared.
Her passion for fashion extended beyond mere aesthetics; it was about power, control, and transformation. And this desire for control over herself and her image had caught the attention of someone far more sinister than any critic or fashion mogul—Dr. Ryuu Morioka.
Claudia lay unconscious on the cold, metallic slab at the center of the lab, her body strapped securely with thick leather restraints. Small tubes and sensors monitored her vitals, connected to various machines beeping rhythmically. Her once-vibrant life of design sketches and runways seemed like a distant dream now. She had no knowledge of the terrifying transformation that awaited her, held in a dreamless sleep by powerful sedatives.
It happened late one evening, after a successful show in Paris. Claudia was alone in her hotel room, tired but satisfied. The accolades from the fashion world had poured in, but there was an emptiness in her chest that even her greatest success couldn’t fill. She stared out at the twinkling city lights, thinking about what her life might have been like if she’d chosen a different path.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Claudia frowned, not expecting visitors at this hour. When she opened it, a group of men in black suits rushed inside before she could even scream. Her world went dark as they covered her mouth with a cloth, the chemical sedative quickly overpowering her senses.
Claudia woke up in a place far removed from her world of glitz and glamour. Strapped down to a cold, metallic table in a dimly lit lab, she couldn’t move. Panic surged through her veins as she tried to struggle, but the bonds held her firmly in place. A looming figure approached—a man with cold eyes and a calculating smile.
"Don’t be afraid," Dr. Morioka’s voice was smooth but devoid of warmth. "You’ve been chosen for something greater. A transformation is about to take place."
Claudia’s heart raced, but the sedatives coursing through her veins kept her too weak to scream. She could only watch in horror as the machines around her whirred to life, sealing her fate.
"Bring the subject to Stage One," Morioka ordered with a wave of his hand. His voice was cold, business-like, but laced with the undertones of a twisted excitement.
Two lab assistants, dressed in white sterile suits, moved swiftly. They injected Claudia with a serum that would deepen her sleep and prepare her body for the modifications. As the chemicals entered her bloodstream, her muscles twitched involuntarily, but she remained unconscious, her breathing shallow and steady.
Her long brown hair was the first to go. With careful precision, the lab technicians shaved her head, removing every strand of hair to expose her scalp. The cold light of the overhead lamps gleamed on the now-bare surface. It was necessary—everything about her old self needed to be erased.
Once done, a plastic cover was placed over her head, readying it for the next stage. Her transformation would not only change her body but ensure she embodied every aspect of Shermie’s appearance and personality.
Dr. Morioka stepped forward, watching with steely eyes as his assistants prepared the suit that would turn Claudia into the sultry and powerful Shermie. The muscle suit lay before them, sleek and custom-crafted to emulate Shermie’s athletic, seductive form. It was an advanced piece of bioengineering, designed not only to give Claudia the appearance of Shermie but to amplify her physical abilities far beyond those of any normal human.
"Prepare her for bonding," Morioka instructed.
With careful coordination, the team began the meticulous process of suiting Claudia up. The muscle suit was applied in sections, each piece grafted to her skin using advanced nanotechnology. As the material fused with her body, Claudia's limbs took on the curves and tone of Shermie’s athletic frame. Her arms and legs, once slender, now became sculpted, with muscles defined for both strength and agility. Her torso followed suit, reshaped into a perfect mimicry of Shermie’s form—powerful, yet distinctly feminine.
Her chest expanded as the padding was applied, adding both size and strength to her new form. Claudia’s hips were similarly reshaped, giving her the distinct hourglass figure Shermie was known for. The padding not only transformed her body’s silhouette but was designed to house and enhance her future strength.
The nanotechnology worked quickly to blend her own skin with the suit, fusing it so seamlessly that it would feel as natural as the body she was born with. But this was only the beginning.
As her body was reshaped, a device was fitted over her abdomen, pulling the fat from her form and redistributing it into the suit’s padding. Claudia’s once-toned figure thinned even more, but the outward appearance remained that of Shermie’s voluptuous frame.
"It’s nearly perfect," Morioka muttered under his breath, pleased with the progress.
With the muscle suit complete, the next layer of her transformation was ready to be applied. The skinsuit—a flawless replica of Shermie’s pale, porcelain skin—was fitted over Claudia’s body with meticulous care. It adhered perfectly to the underlying muscle suit, blending the two layers as one, giving Claudia the smooth, supple appearance of the Orochi grappler. Every pore, every detail of the skinsuit was designed to replicate Shermie’s body as closely as possible, down to the faintest freckle.
"Begin the head transformation," Morioka ordered, stepping closer to the slab.
The mask, designed to emulate Shermie’s features, was carefully placed over Claudia’s shaved head. The mask was not just a covering but an entirely new face for Claudia. It was designed to turn her into a perfect replica of Shermie, with every feature sculpted meticulously to match the legendary fighter’s face. As it was lowered onto her head, Claudia felt a cold, alien sensation as the mask pressed down against her bare skin. It adhered seamlessly, fusing with her face, reshaping her features to match Shermie’s sultry appearance. The mask was applied, fused with glue to ensure that it became a permanent part of her new form. The seams were sealed with precision, making it indistinguishable from her own skin.
A wig was glued onto the mask—Shermie’s iconic red hair, the bangs cut just long enough to obscure the eyes but leave a hint of mystery and danger. The hair felt natural, as if it had always been hers. But Claudia knew, deep down, that this wasn’t her anymore. The more the transformation progressed, the more she felt herself slipping away.
But they weren’t done. The team initiated the next step—a green light scanned over Claudia’s face, focusing on her teeth. Slowly, methodically, her original teeth began to dissolve under the effect of the laser, leaving her mouth empty for only a moment. Then, with exacting care, a mold of Shermie’s lips, teeth, and tongue was inserted into place. Claudia’s mouth now bore the perfect replica of Shermie’s seductive smile, forever reshaping her expression.
Her transformation into Shermie required more than just physical appearance. The final step before psychological conditioning was the voice. A thin probe was inserted into Claudia’s throat, targeting her vocal cords. As the green light worked its way through her neck, it restructured her larynx, altering the pitch and tone of her voice.
No longer would she speak in the gentle, creative tones of Claudia, the fashion designer. Her voice would be deeper, sultry, playful—an exact match to Shermie’s. The voice that would emerge from her throat would be capable of both taunting charm and cold ruthlessness. The change was instantaneous, and when her new vocal cords settled, Claudia was already gone, vocally at least.
"Perfect," Morioka said, satisfied with the alterations. "She is almost ready."
But there was still more to be done. The physical transformation was only one aspect of Morioka’s plan. The real magic came from the psychological transformation. Claudia’s mind still belonged to her, but that would soon change.
An assistant stepped forward with a long needle, injecting the serum directly into Claudia’s spine. The liquid burned as it entered her body, spreading through her veins like wildfire. Claudia’s skin began to tingle, then burn. The serum was designed to dissolve her original skin, melting it away layer by layer. It would be replaced by the skinsuit that would bond to her body, becoming her new form—a flawless imitation of Shermie’s pale, porcelain-like skin.
Claudia’s old skin peeled away in patches, liquefying and dripping off her body like wax. The pain was unbearable, but she was kept conscious, forced to experience every moment of her transformation. As her old self melted away, her muscles were exposed, raw and vulnerable, ready to fuse with the suit.
The assistants moved quickly to prevent any damage, applying the new skin with care. The skinsuit was made of a cutting-edge synthetic material, designed to mimic the human epidermis but far more durable. It was pale and flawless, perfectly matching Shermie’s complexion. They laid the skinsuit over her exposed muscles, and as it adhered, it began to fuse with her body, becoming one with her very being.
Another injection was administered to her spinal cord, delivering a powerful serum that targeted her consciousness. The serum flooded her bloodstream, fusing with her neurons and rewiring her brain to accept the identity of Shermie. The hypnotic screen above flickered to life, flashing rapid, incomprehensible patterns designed to overwrite Claudia’s sense of self.
Visions flashed before her mind's eye—scenes of Shermie’s life. She saw herself playing the keyboard for CYS, gliding across ice in graceful figure skating routines, and moving through fashion shows with effortless elegance. But there was something darker underneath it all. She could feel the pull of Orochi, the undercurrent of deadly power coursing through her veins.
In her mind, Claudia fought back against the images, trying to hold onto the remnants of her old life. But it was no use. The hypnotic pulses grew stronger, and her resistance weakened. Slowly, the memories of Claudia's life faded into the background, replaced by those of Shermie. Her past as a fashion designer no longer mattered. Now, she was a warrior, a grappler with deadly precision, and a woman with no qualms about killing if necessary.
As her mind shifted fully, she whispered softly to herself, "I am Shermie."
With her mind and body transformed, it was time for the final touch—the clothing that would complete her metamorphosis. Her new skin and muscle were pristine, but without Shermie’s iconic outfit, the transformation would be incomplete. The lab assistants dressed Claudia, now fully embodying Shermie’s form, in Shermie’s signature outfit: the tight purple top, the matching miniskirt, and the thigh-high boots.
The tight top accentuated her enhanced chest, while the miniskirt showed off her newly toned legs and curvaceous hips.
Her legs were slipped into thigh-high boots, which hugged her calves and thighs snugly. The boots were not only fashionable but functional, designed for movement and combat. Her arms were fitted into matching sleeves, the fabric so tight it felt like part of her skin.
Each piece of clothing hugged her newly reshaped body perfectly. The outfit accentuated her curves and emphasized her allure, but it was also functional, designed for both movement and battle. The iconic thigh-high boots clicked as they were laced up, and the purple outfit shimmered under the cold lights of the lab, transforming her into the Orochi grappler that Dr. Morioka had envisioned.
Finally, a delicate vaginal sheath was applied, seamlessly blending into her nether regions to complete the illusion of Shermie’s anatomy. As the vaginal sheath was carefully fitted to her body, mimicking the last detail of her anatomy, Claudia—no, Shermie—was ready. Her identity was now complete, from the inside out. Every part of her was Shermie, both physically and mentally. She was not merely acting the role; she was the role.
Dr. Morioka watched with satisfaction before turning his gaze to the monitors displaying the remaining victims, still unconscious and strapped down. The next transformation awaited.
One of the assistant’s looked over his shoulder. "Who’s next?"
Morioka’s eyes darkened with ambition as he gestured toward the screen. "Meet our ninth victim."
