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The King Of Fighters TG TF Part 7: Angel
🕑 Added 2024-09-26 14:37:48 +0000 UTCMaria’s life had always been defined by the expectations of others. At 26, she was working as a fitness trainer in Madrid, sculpting bodies but never quite feeling like she had sculpted her own identity. Maria had always been the dependable one, always there for others—whether it was her clients, her family, or her friends. But the recognition she craved, the power to stand out, had always eluded her.
Her outlet for this unfulfilled desire was her obsession with King of Fighters—a world where larger-than-life personalities battled for dominance. Of all the fighters, one captured her attention like no other: Ángel. Ángel wasn’t just strong; she was fearless, flamboyant, and unapologetically herself. Everything Maria wished she could be.
But these were dreams confined to a screen, until one fateful night when those fantasies began to bleed into reality.
Maria never saw it coming. The day had begun like any other, a grueling series of training sessions at the gym, followed by an empty evening back at her apartment. She had begun to notice strange things in the days leading up to it—cryptic emails and phone calls that abruptly ended when she picked up. But she had dismissed them as spam or harmless pranks.
As she locked up the gym that evening and stepped into the cool night air, Maria felt the unnerving sensation of being watched. Her pulse quickened, and she started walking faster, her breath hitching as a black van pulled up next to her.
Before she could react, strong arms grabbed her, and a cloth soaked in something acrid was pressed against her mouth. Her vision blurred, her body limp. The last thing she heard was the van door slamming shut behind her.
Maria woke in a sterile, metallic room, strapped to a cold operating table. Panic set in. The room hummed with the low sound of machinery. She tried to move, but her wrists and ankles were shackled, holding her firmly in place.
"Where am I?" she gasped.
A woman in a white lab coat emerged from the shadows, her voice devoid of emotion. "You’ve been chosen. Your dreams are about to become reality, María. You’re going to become the woman you’ve always admired: Ángel."
Fear surged through Maria’s veins. “What? No, let me go! You’re insane!”
The woman smiled coldly. "Soon, you won’t even remember who you were. Ángel is already inside you, waiting to be unleashed."
Before Maria could scream, the robotic arms surrounding her came to life. A series of injections were administered—one to her arm, another to her spine. She gasped as a fiery sensation spread through her body, every muscle tightening, every nerve tingling as the transformation began.
The serum coursed through Maria’s veins like wildfire, and she felt every inch of her body shifting. Her muscles contracted and expanded, her limbs tingling as they became more defined and powerful. The pain was sharp at first, but it soon dulled into a strange sense of euphoria. She could feel her strength growing, her body molding into something… different.
As the serum activated within her, the robotic arms moved to the next phase. A sharp, mechanical whirr filled the air as the first stage of the physical transformation began. Maria’s hair, once thick and dark, was meticulously removed by the cold precision of the robotic arms. Every strand was stripped away, leaving her scalp smooth and bare.
Next came the muscle suit, which would give María the body of Ángel—strong, seductive, and powerful. The suit was lifted by the robotic arms and hovered above her body before being lowered slowly onto her skin. It was designed to cling to her form, and the moment it touched her, the material began to fuse seamlessly with her flesh.
The suit hugged every curve, every muscle, increasing her strength and stamina. Breast padding and hip padding were added next, filling out her frame in all the right places to mimic Ángel’s exaggerated hourglass figure. But these weren’t just cosmetic changes. As the robotic arms applied thin tubes, they began to suck up the fat from her body, draining it from her hips, thighs, and stomach, storing it in the padding. These modifications weren’t just for appearance—they were engineered to store power, acting as batteries for the abilities María would soon inherit.
The padding swelled to perfection, rounding out her breasts and hips, sculpting her into Ángel's idealized proportions. The muscle suit itself began to pulse slightly, adjusting her posture, flexing her muscles involuntarily to test their new strength.
Finally, the machine extended an arm to her nether regions. A strange sensation followed as a vaginal sheath was inserted, perfectly mimicking Ángel’s anatomy, completing the replication of the character down to the smallest detail. It fused to her skin, making the transformation feel all the more real as María's identity continued to slip away.
Once the muscle suit was perfectly fused, the transformation continued with the application of Angel’s suit. The robotic arms began the meticulous process of covering her body in a specially crafted skinsuit. It was cool to the touch at first, but as it adhered to her skin, it fused with her body, reshaping her figure. The suit mimicked Ángel’s curves, her defined abs, and the powerful legs that could knock down an opponent with a single strike.
The arms gently lifted her limbs, sliding the tight-fitting suit over her legs and torso. It felt like a second skin—cool at first, but then it began to warm as it bonded with her flesh. The adhesive was applied in thin, precise layers, fusing the suit to her body. As the suit adhered, Maria could feel it becoming part of her, locking her into the new form.
A head mask—designed to mold her face into Ángel’s distinct, sharp features—was carefully lowered onto her. The mask fused seamlessly with her skin, its material melding with her very flesh, reshaping her into the woman she had only seen on screen.
Then came the wig—the platinum blonde locks that were Ángel’s trademark. The robotic arms glued it to the mask with precision, ensuring that no seam or flaw was visible. It was as though the hair grew naturally from her newly formed scalp.
As the transformation continued, the machines injected another serum into her spine—this time. Instead of just melting her old skin to fuse with the skinsuit, it was also designed to activate the bio-enhancements, giving her the power and agility of Ángel herself.
Maria’s eyes—once her own—were next to be replaced. Robotic arms lifted contact lenses, designed to mimic the icy blue eyes of Ángel, toward her face. As they were placed onto her eyes, a sharp, burning pain shot through her skull. The lenses weren’t just cosmetic. They altered her vision, giving her sharper focus and a strange new sense of awareness.
The moment they adhered to her corneas, Maria blinked, her mind already struggling to process the rapid changes. Her gaze now mirrored Ángel’s piercing, confident stare.
The transformation continued as one of the robotic arms positioned a green light just above her mouth. The light pulsed, emitting a low hum as it began its eerie work. Maria’s jaw locked in place as her teeth were painlessly dissolved by the light, her own features vanishing even further.
From the top of the machine, a new set of teeth, Ángel’s signature perfect grin, descended into Maria’s mouth. These were not just prosthetics—they were fused to her jaw, reshaping her bite and even altering the structure of her face. As the light blinked off, the transformation of her mouth was complete. Ángel’s bold, teasing smile now rested on Maria’s lips.
The next stage was perhaps the most unsettling. A cold, metal arm extended a slender device toward her throat, directly over her vocal cords. Another injection followed, causing a numbness to spread across her neck. Maria’s eyes widened in terror as she felt the buzzing sensation in her throat—a subtle, humming vibration.
Her vocal cords began to shift, slowly warping and tightening. She could feel the process, her throat reshaping itself to match the voice of Ángel—the sultry, playful tone that resonated with confidence and power. Maria gasped, the sound that came out foreign, higher-pitched and melodic, utterly alien to her ears. Her voice—Ángel’s voice—now sounded perfect.
With her physical appearance almost complete, the final phase of her transformation was about to begin. The robotic arms gently positioned Ángel’s iconic suit over her body. The latex material of the suit shimmered under the fluorescent lights as it was slipped over her new form. It clung to her muscles, which had been enhanced by the injections, wrapping tightly around her legs, torso, and arms.
Thin layers of adhesive were applied with precision, bonding the suit permanently to her skin. The process continued, piece by piece—her cowboy boots, bikini-style bottom, and jacket were all carefully attached, forming a perfect replica of Ángel’s outfit. The robotic arms applied each piece with precision, using a special adhesive to bond the clothing to her new form. The boots were strapped onto her legs and glued in place, tightening around her calves. The jacket settled onto her shoulders, fusing with her latex-covered arms. The bikini bottoms clung to her hips, the adhesive ensuring that no seam or edge would ever shift or slip. Maria gasped as the outfit tightened around her body, fusing with the skin beneath. It was as if the clothing had become part of her, inseparable.
Special attention is given to the details like the belts, zippers, and gloves, which are carefully glued on using an adhesive that bonds them to the body.
Maria could feel the suit fusing with her very flesh. It wasn’t just an outfit—it was part of her new identity, inseparable from the body it now encased.
The final step in the transformation process was to alter not just her body but her mind. A hypnotic screen flickered to life above her, flashing a mesmerizing swirl of colors and shapes. As Maria’s eyes locked onto the screen, a final injection was administered—this time into her spine, a cold liquid flowing directly into her nervous system.
A small chip was inserted into her brain to upload Ángel’s combat knowledge, including her unique fighting style, Perfunctory♥, and all the wrestling, Muay Thai, and unchain techniques. The subject instinctively knows how to perform moves like the Winds Fairground and Survivor’s Banquet, imitating Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson's iconic moves. The NESTS bio-enhancements triggered changes deep within her body. Her strength increased, her reflexes became razor-sharp, and her stamina seemed limitless. She felt… invincible.
At first, she fought it—memories of her childhood, her family, her dreams all rushing through her mind. But the screen’s swirling patterns were relentless, seeping into the deepest corners of her consciousness. Images of Ángel began to flood her brain, accompanied by whispered words that reinforced her new identity.
"You are Ángel... fearless, seductive, and unstoppable."
The robotic voice repeated the mantra over and over, synchronizing with the hypnotic visuals. María’s resistance started to weaken, her own identity dissolving like mist in the morning sun.
"You’ve always been Ángel... powerful, confident, unmatched."
The images on the screen began to shift. They showed Ángel—her battles, her personality, her confidence. They showed her fighting with grace and fury, her every move infused with charisma. The hypnotic sequences whispered to Maria’s mind, urging her to become one with the fighter on the screen. The hypnosis process implants her overconfident and teasing personality, ensuring that the subject not only possesses Ángel’s combat prowess but also her love for mocking opponents and showing off to the crowd.
As the serum spread through her, Maria’s thoughts and old body began to dissolve. She could feel her memories fading—her life as a fitness trainer in Madrid becoming distant, irrelevant. She was no longer Maria. She was Ángel—fearless, powerful, seductive.
Her body responded to the mental shift, muscles twitching and tightening as her new identity took hold. The wings of confidence and arrogance that had defined Ángel now spread within Maria’s mind, anchoring themselves in place.
Her breathing slowed as the hypnotic trance deepened. Her thoughts, once filled with fear and confusion, were now singular in purpose. The voice in her head shifted to a teasing, sultry tone—the same voice that now emerged when she spoke aloud.
"I am Ángel... I’ve always been Ángel."
Before that, Angel falls asleep on the table. Maria was no more. Lies Angel ready to fight in the tournament whenever woken up from the lab. Dr. Ryuu Morioka looks at his transformed combatants everything being proceeded as he expected. It's only a matter of time before he let's them out to fight into winning the prize.
