“Ah, hello everyone! I-a apologize for being out for-a so long! But now that Luigi’s back! Let’s go have-a some fun adventures together, shall we?” Luigi talked to his audience, until suddenly a red portal would begin to open up in the sky.
“Whoa! Look at that!” Princess Daisy points at the sky and would see a red portal forming up in the clouds.
“Waluigi’s got a baaaaaad feeling about this…” And he would be right, as an evil hypergod named Mythylin would come out of the portal. His main goal in mind, is to destroy all of the universes so he could start them from the ground up.
“Your time has come, everyone. Once my plans on destroying the multiverse is complete, I will start anew, and refresh everything…” Mythylin the Hypergod would then unleash thousands upon thousands of lightning strikes upon the Mushroom Kingdom as everyone would begin to run for their lives while some would attempt to attack back.
“Yikes! I don’t think Mario could rescue me from this one…! I’m getting out of here by myself!” Princess Peach would begin to escort out of the castle along with the toads behind her as well as her entire castle was being under attacked by a hypergod.
“W-What is that thing?!” Luigi exclaims in shock and would see that the entirety of Mushroom Kingdom was in danger.
I was so happy to see that Peach has been announced as a returning character to Smash Bros. Wii U/3DS that I decided to draw everyone’s favorite sassy princess to celebrate. Spent a little longer on this than I should have but ooooh weeeeell.
This story is delivering on a request for a gamer boy to get feminized into a ditzy femboy Peach. I took a pretty interesting out to get it there, but I think the story still ended up pretty fun. Enjoy!
Premise:Charlie is eager to show his pal Isaiah just how thoroughly the recent release of a bunch of old N64 games were botched. However, it seems he underestimated just how wildly unstable this all truly is. Crashing the game seems to cause a memory leak into real life, and some strange effects…
“Look! His gauntlets are blue! And for some reason, this only happens in the Fire Temple!” Charlie yelled.
Isaiah looked on. Sure enough, for some reason, the low poly Link’s gauntlets were now suddenly sapphire. This really was a strange dive into this weird world of emulation.
Isaiah only had a passing interest in most video games, his interest in them had mostly boiled down to playing one every three months or so casually. His pal Charlie, however, had made a hobby of going on deep dives into the games of his childhood. He was immersed in his own niche world where a game’s smallest minuta was common knowledge. Whatever glitches or exploits were found regarding 20 year old games, he was seemingly aware within minutes, and executing them in hours. Each conversation about his hobby to Isaiah’s ears sounded like a brief glimpse at an alien world. It was a captivating listen, like seeing the characters in an unknown chapter of history be set up and played out. Perhaps others might have been annoyed by Charlie’s hyperfixation on this stuff, but his pal found these very enjoyable.
Charlie’s interest in old N64 titles had come to an all time fever pitch with the release of the new Nintendo Switch Online Expansion Pass. To his dismay, the emulation was garbage. There was an impressive delay with every single press of a button in Ocarina of Time. The screen was all dark and the fog was all wrong, scattered in the weirdest of places. Weirdest yet, as Charlie had just demonstrated. Link randomly had blue gauntlets in the fire temple. It was a feast for Isaiah’s bud to dig into, and some legitimately interesting trivia to his bud on the peripheral of casual gaming.
“So, the real impressive stuff comes when I do this…” Charlie began.
Isaiah watched as his friend made a series of weird cryptic movements on the pause screen. An item Adult Link could never used was suddenly equipped. When the game was unpaused and the item was selected, the game started stuttering like a dying engine with half of Link’s body gone.
Isaiah gave a light chuckle at the absurd display of yet another strange glitch. Seconds later, the game crashed, leaving them back on the title screen with a crop of poorly emulated N64 titles to choose from.
“So that one causes a memory leak” Charlie began. “It’s wild though because it has a strange effect on other N64 games once you start playing them. It made my whole switch rev up and get real hot when I played Mario Tennis, and playing Mario 64 made the audio real weird like it was coming from somewhere else. Want to try another one and see what happens?”
A fresh expedition into glitchy fun, eh? Isaiah was excited. He came up with a quick joke as a suggestion.
“We can play Mario Kart all glitchy, but you have to pick Peach, okay?” Isaiah remarked.
Charlie gave out a quick sigh. “Alright buddy, sure.”
Isaiah looked on in anticipation as his buddy clicked on Mario Kart 64 and maneuvered to the character select screen. The whole game was chugging at half speed. The switch’s internal fans were whirling so fast, the duo could hear it cleanly over the game audio.
“Glitching across games is some wild ass shit.” Isaiah commented.
“Sure is. Theoretically there’s some wild stuff it could do even in real life but… that’s mostly like a hypothetical I’ve never seen” Charlie added.
…What?
Charlie selected Peach on the character select screen. No sound came out of the game. Instead, pink fumes were suddenly blasting out of the switch, crackling with strange gold lightning! Both of them recoiled in panic as the air instantly became foggy with the gaseous matter. Both of them felt viscous shocks of electricity smash against their bodies!
What the hell was going on!? Isaiah called out to his friend.
“Let’s go!” A feminine bit-crushed soundbite leaked out of Isaiah’s lips. His mouth felt odd after the strange event, as if his lips had suddenly gained mass in spades.
Isaiah’s hands shot to his lips at the sound of that noise. Silky material pressed against a far more feminine feeling face. He looked down at his palms, now partially covered in unfamiliar lacey white gloves. Another crackle of lightning and the accessory stretched to arm length.
Isaiah’s head twisted to his friend. He could see makeup materializing on his buddy’s face. His lips were twisting into big, plump, juicy kissers like something off of a blowjob doll. Most alarmingly of all, his shirt was going tight. Two big, round orbs were rapidly filling the idle space underneath Charlie’s shirt.
Isaiah looked down as his own body. It was happening to him too. They were growing breasts! They were changing!
“I think the memory leak is causing some wild shit” Charlie coughed through pink fumes, hair going blonde, clothes turning pink, a crown growing on his head. “It must be, like, turning the memory leak into some physical manifestation! I think it’s turning me wanting to pick Peach into… into me being Peach!
Isaiah was befuddled! How did that make any sense? How was a game console with decade old tech in it causing a pink thunderstorm that was making him grow tits!
“AIEEEEE!” Isaiah yelled in fear. His own voice once more failed to come out, just more of a woman’s voice distilled through nineties data compression. He stood up to confront Charlie directly, to mime out some distress about what was going on. He found newly materialized pink heels contacting the carpet as he rushed towards his friend.
Charlie also stood, but by the time, he’d risen from his seat. He wasn’t totally sure why. Where was he? Why was he in this unfamiliar place with… Peach? Why was this pink fog making his throat all happy, and these shocks so excited? Most strange of all, what was another one of him doing here?
Wait, he? Wasn’t Peach a girl? Why was he calling himself a he then? He asked the other version of himself.
“Here we go!” The Peach bimbo femboy asked.
“Yeah, Peach has got it!” His identical bimbo femboy Peach companion answered.
Ah, that made sense. The tattoos on their arms with big pink mars symbols did imply they were boys. The tramp stamps hovering above their big, jiggly asses reading “PEACH BOY BITCH” also seemed to imply that. Good thing those weird non-Peach clothes had transformed into a much more Peach-like outfit. He had to say, they did look awfully pretty in their black chokers, glittery hot pink chastity cages, and those dazzling blue hoop earrings. It really mixed well with their fishnets, silky white gloves, and their big nipple ring piercings. Dresses looked great on Peach, but being dressed like a slut with nothing on but those kinky items looked dazzling.
Peach had to admit, Peach was getting her awfully flustered…
Both of the perfectly identical Peach bimbo boys moved in to sate their synchronous desires. Lips touched lips. Breasts pressed against breasts. Both of them shuddered in a moan, which came out of both of their faces as another ancient Peach voice.
“Peachy!” One of them exclaimed.
“Peachy!” The other retorted, taking in hands of that pillow soft boy tit and giving it a firm squeeze.
Both of their stupid bimbo faces did nothing but parrot the word “Peachy” back and forth as their minds evaporated to the simplest of urges. The duo of Peaches really didn’t know what was going on anymore, nor did they care. They just had urges, strong urges, to keep touching each other.
Both of them craved penetration, yet neither was capable of providing for that dire need in any capacity. Both of their limp clitties locked away in pink plastic cages were so eager to spurt from just the tiniest bit of anal stimulation. Their empty headed urges took over. They knew, to some extent, that miming out the motion of humping was pleasurable to boys. How they could derive pleasure from that while all locked up they had no idea, but they lunged at a humping target as soon as possible.
The two long couch pillows made for their first target. Each of the Peach bimbo boys mounted one, pressing their effectively nulled crotches against the soft feathery support. It was the barest touch of anything pleasurable, the saddest stimulation possible. Yet just the pressure of pushing their caged cocks against it was enough for their submissive drone brains.
Their hips took over now. A press forward, then back, faster and faster. The two pathetic Peach bitches were soon enraptured with the sweet sensation of pillow humping, savoring every moment of their press against furniture as if it were as sweet as real pussy. Tiny damp stains started to dew on the furniture, as their infertile little locked up cocklettes started to ooze the saddest excuse for cum onto their pillow girlfriends.
And all the while, their plush pillowy whore lips kept echoing that same phrase over and over again. “Peachy! Peachy! Peachy!” It was as if they were dumb animals, blurting the same cry on instinct for reasons they didn’t even particularly understand.
That could have continued ad nausea if it weren’t for one epiphany. One of the Peach boys, so indistinguishable it would be impossible to tell who was who originally, had a miracle grace them. His stupid empty whore head spurred enough energy to bring a simple thought to life. Humping pillow feel good. Peach hot. What if… hump Peach?
“Peachy!” The Peach drone yelled particularly loud as his dumb brain materialized a thought.
The mindless bimbo pulled away from that sweet cushionpussy and instead positioned himself right behind his fellow Peach boy. He took a handful of that sweet ass into the palms of his lacey white grip.
“Peachy!” The surprised bimbo reacted to the groping.
“Peachy!” Reassured the other brainless princess.
The motion began. The busty drone boy pressed his caged crotch against his sister’s jiggling butt. Immediately, their endless stream of Peachy’s grew even faster. A pull away and another hump. It felt… so good! It was the height of pleasure either of these limp and locked up bimbo boys had ever known! It had to go faster, it just had to! With that, the Peach boy started rhythmically slamming his crotch into Peach’s butt as fast as he could! He gripped his friend’s ample thighs for all they were worth. Peach was too hot for Peach not to hump like crazy!
All the while, the peach boy getting humped was lost in a flurry of emotions. His pillow girlfriend felt good, and getting humped like a bitch by a bitch felt incredible! He adjusted his position, to best turn this whole ordeal into a sort of faux daisy chain. His fellow Peach smashed his ass, and all that fervent humping transferred into him slamming his cage against the pillow.
His fat tits pressed their piercings into that delightful cushion. His former friend’s breasts pressed firmly against his back. It was heaven! The only emotion rolling through his dumb head, the one emotion his bimbo stupid brain even had the capacity to hold was… Peachy!
“Peachy! Peachy!” The top Peach yelped.
“P-Peachy!” The bottom Peach mewled.
The top Peach got even more excited! “Peachy! Peachy Peachy Peachy Pea-”
The top Peach froze. Something was happening. Miming out the motion of fucking someone like an actual man had spurred his body into motion. With one last firm plap against his sister’s ass, the Peach boy came as hard as he could!
His orgasm was incredible, a thorough blasting as hard and wet as he could manage! …Which, of course, for his locked up limp and inferitle cocklette was very, very little. A strand of sticky clear fluid, likely almost entirely prostate fluid and altogether void of anything that could ever impregnate a girl, dribbled out of his cock with all the force of the last drops in a urinal visit. The warm squirt of liquid dolloped his fellow bimbo’s ass, soon just as indistinguishable as the sweat on his body.
All the while, all the rhythmic stimulation had driven the bottom bitch Peach to some sort of climax too. He froze and shook a little as a strange, funny pleasure wracked his body, a proper submissive bitchgasp where his cock was twitching mad. Yet, even with all that rapidfire motion, he hadn’t even noticed he’d actually ejaculated. His load was so small, he didn’t even feel its exit. Only the glob of clear fluid on the sofa cushion provided any evidence his cock could still cum.
As the pleasure of bitchgasm subsided, the two Peach femboys collapsed upon one another. Their purposeful fucking degraded into nothing more than exploring their new bodies, fondling the other’s crotch, and freely groping breasts. They both sat there, mouths agape like blowjob dolls, watching one another as they played with one another’s bodies…
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Isaiah woke up sometime later. He was sitting on the couch, fully clothed, uncomfortably close to a still sleeping Charlie. He recoiled reflexively from such close contact, stirring Charlie into half consciousness.
“Hmm? Wh-what’s going on?” Charlie mumbled out, begrudgingly opening his eyes.
Isaiah answered honestly. “I… don’t know. Didn’t you want to show me something about the new Switch online thing?”
Excited by the prospect of dunking on video game emulation, Charlie shot to life. “Oh, yeah! You’re not going to believe the way they mishandled some of this stuff. I can’t believe a huge company is this bad at preserving their own games!”
Charlie shot up and pressed the power button on his switch. The device, seemingly having drifted into sleep mode, came back on in a flash. The Mario Kart 64 character select screen greeted them both, stuttering profusely, audio sounding hellish.
Isaiah was a little alarmed. “Wow, you got it to do that just by turning it on?”
Once more, pink gasses and thunder shot out of the Switch. Charlie took a faceful of the fumes, and an alarming number of shocks to his face.
Charlie turned back his friend, unable to process the strange feeling wrapping over his body. He felt his chest grow so heavy and his mind grow so light, watching his shirt blossom forward in his peripheral vision. He could see his friend changing in such a drastic fashion too, his shirt bulges blooming with every breath he took in. Charlie had to… Um…
Peach wasn’t sure what she was about to do. Was it kiss Peach? It had to be kiss Peach…
