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Bowser's Outside Story

Some Games are too Immersive

Nat was at home ready to start the weekend with a new game he found online for his Switch called Bowser's Outside Story. While he was a big fan of the Mario series, the lanky brown-haired geek really enjoyed the entries where he could play the characters other than Mario. So a game where he'd actually get to play as Bowser really appealed to him.

He sat on his couch in his modest apartment and booted up the game. The story seemed about as much as you'd get for a Mario game. Bowser was on a quest to capture Princess Peach and make her his Koopa Queen. Throughout the first level he familiarized himself with the game, and maybe had a little too much fun roasting toads as he stormed the Princess' castle. Nat snickered when Bowser found that Peach was in another castle.

"Great tongue-in-cheek there," he said as a cut scene started. Bowser turned to the screen and growled.

"I'm getting tired of snatching up that princess only to have some overweight plumber kick me into some lava to save the day. Hey kid, help me find a new world to conquer. I need the Vibe Star Wand, it'll give me all sorts of power. Then I can get up to all kinds of no-good without a plumber in sight. Bwahahaha!"

"Breaking the fourth wall? Eh, I guess that would be something Bowser would do in a game like this," said Nat before he pushed up his glasses. After an hour or two he finds the Vibe Star Wand. He was a little disappointed he found it so fast, but figured there was more to the game than this.

"Thanks pal," said Bowser, looking at the screen again with a sharp grin, "You know you'd make a good Koopa King yourself, with how many Toad's you had me roasting. Talk about a meanstreak."

Nat's jaw dropped. Was Bowser actually talking to him? Maybe the game was just keeping watch over your playstyle or something. Weird though. Bowser then waved the wand as he activated the Vibe Star Wand's power.

"Time to take over! Make me vibe with a world far from here so I can create a new Koopa Kingdom for me to rule and steer!" shouted Bowser as the wand's magic poured over him. His body was covered in orange energy before he vanished in seconds. Nat furrowed his brown eyebrows as to what was supposed to happen next, but wasn't prepared for what was to come. His television started emanating the same sparkly orange vibrations of magical light as the screen turned to a red static. Nat started to get up to see what was wrong with the television, still in disbelief until it started shaking and rattling on his the TV stand.

"What the hell!?" he said, stumbling back onto the couch.

"'Hey it's getting cramped in here! Who put me in this tiny box!? I'll roast them for it!" shouted Bowser's voice before the orange light brightened and a red staticy spirit in the shape of the koopa king himself rose from the television. The release of his digital essence caused the screen to short out with smoke and sparks to shoot out the back.

Nat just stared in shock at what was happening. This definitely wasn't a part of the game. His disbelief was cast aside as the huge red spirit of Bowser floated before him. Fear gripped him, unable to comprehend how this could happen. What it meant. Was this a ghost? A demon?

The red spirit formed itself into his hulking body, filling the front of Nat's living room as the form gained definition. The red apparition attempted to solidify as it gained more color and contrast until Bowser's clawed orange-scaled feet touched down on the floor. His body is like a true to size hologram in his living room, occasionally going electrostatic in places and making the lights flicker.

"I'm free!" growled Bowser, "BWAHAHAHAAA...huh?" With a glance over himself, Bowser saw his form wasn't fully corporeal. Still digitized only instead in a different place than the game. He swipes at a cup on Nat's coffee table and his claw passes right through it. He growls in frustration, hand still gripping the wand. He then looked around the unfamiliar surroundings before his eyes settled on Nat.

"Hey wimp! What world is this?"

"U-uh. T-The real world?!" stuttered Nat still in shock.

"The real world huh? What a boring name. Well either way..." Bowser said with a grin "I didn't realize how cramped it was in the Mushroom Kingdom." Ignoring the dumbfounded human, he explored the room. "Something tells me this world is even bigger and ripe for the taking. I'll need a new body though since I can't do much like this. You're a total wimp, but I think you'll do nicely with some adjustments." With that, the star on the vibe wand shimmered and Bowser's body shifted into a red ghost-like appearance again. In seconds Bowser's spirit slams into Nat. For a moment the young man struggled against the malevolent koopa spirit, feeling it grip his wrists while the wispy trail curled in and around his waist. He looked into the face of the reptilian spirit as he tried to break free.

"Ugh!? W-what are you trying to do to me-!"

"Ya didn't need this weak pasty body, did ya? Cuz it's mine now!" smirked Bowser before, forcing his ghostly head into Nat's mouth. His spirit forced itself inside the human as the rest of his spiritual energies soaked into Nat with such strength that his body lifted off the ground. The young man wriggled and convulsed as his taste buds were overwhelmed with a flavor not unlike hot curry, eyes rolling up as he felt a heat rush through him and sear into his brain and core.

He dropped to the floor on unsteady feet and put a hand to his head. He glanced around and the spirit was gone. He'd almost think it was some crazy hallucination, but he could still see the smoke rising from his television, the spicy flavor on his taste buds tickling his tongue, and the twisted heat curling in his chest.

"Was that really Bowser? Th-the game! It's gotta be cursed or something." Nat stumbles over to his Switch and tries to unplug it, but stops as he feels a heat building in his hand. Staring, he watched his fingernails curl out into spiky claws as his hand swells, middle and ring fingers merged into thick scaly digits that left his hand more than twice the size of the other. His skin shifted in hue to a pale orange-yellow as the heat crawled up his arm under his sleeve over his bicep. Muscles twitched and pulsed as they bulked up and doubled in size until his wrist was as thick as his former bicep and biceps were thicker than a 2 liter soda bottle, straining the fabric on the sleeve of his t-shirt so hard you could hear the threads starting to pop.

"Oh my god! What the fuck is this!?" he yells, flexing his fingers as his muscles tensed under the scales of his forearm. "S-someone had to drug me or something. This can't be real!" The sheer size of his new hand and arm left him staring in disbelief. It wasn't his arm. It wasn't even human. It looked so out of place on him, but he couldn't help but marvel at it, feeling his muscles and tendons under his skin with every movement of his fingers. He reached over with his other hand that was still human and touched his scaly skin. It was real. What was worse? It was spreading. He stared in shocked horror as his other hand twitched with heat from touching his transformed skin and soon claws were growing from those fingertips now as well. He waved his hand as if to shake off some unknown thing that had attached itself to him, but it was no use. He could feel his muscles burning as they grew bigger. Formerly lanky arms filled out with growing muscle as they pumped with power. Power... Yes... He was strong. A flash of heat went through his skull, jumbling his thoughts before he felt the warmth filling his left foot.

He looked down as his shoe grew increasingly tight over his foot. His calf and thigh muscles burned with exertion as they bulged and filled out his pant leg. He could feel his bones in his leg cracking and extending as a scaly shin slid from under the hem that rose up from his ankles to almost his knee. Pops filled his ears as 3 sharp claws pierced through his shoe before the tip burst open to reveal three scaly toes. He stumbled back in fear of himself, and tripped on his coffee table, landing so hard on his ass that the wood cracked beneath him. The cloth of his pant leg strained over the burly size and length of his mutated leg, fabric tearing at the seams in some places. His shoe still felt so tight. So wrong... Why did he need shoes? He had to get them off. Something told him it wouldn't be long before his other leg was bulky and straining for freedom. He tried to reach for his clawed foot, but can't seem to get to it due to the extra foot in length. Nat grits in frustration, spine popping with heat as it extends with each try before rolling back. He groaned, back feeling stiff behind his broadened shoulders. A rock hard hump pressing out against the back of his t-shirt as pricks tented the cotton. He reached down again determined to tear off his shoe as hard white spikes tore holes in the back of his shirt, The shell growing looking like a green backpack underneath. His mind was too focused on his trapped foot to care, and Nat moaned with the odd pleasure of his upper spine separating from the hard shell. Before he could reach for his foot again, a loud rip had his foot bursting from the shoe it was trapped in to show his size-20 scaled foot and sharp talons in all their glory.

"Aaagh! Finally!" he yelled with a level of self-satisfaction he hadn't felt before. He hadn't realized his other leg was already swelling with muscle and heat. He looked over to his other foot and felt his toes merging and growing inside his shoe as it bulged in defiance. With a wiggle of his toes, his right shoe burst open to free his other orange scaled foot tipped with oversized claws.

"Haa... Yess..Much better!" Wait. Why would this be better? He's changing into some freak monster! No, worse, Bowser!

"No. No. This is all wrong! I don't want to be Bowser. Even if it does feel good." He didn't know where these odd feelings were inserting themselves, but he knew it was off.

Nat blinked with uncertainty. He felt the heat building in his chest, twisting and churning as he started heaving. Chest rising and falling, but with each breath, growing. His shirt felt tight already from his new spiked shell on his back, but now it was even tighter. His chest pumped with the growth of his muscles, barreling out as his skin turned ribbed and scaly under his straining shirt to reveal a tight outline of his broadened chest and hard nipples. His stomach twisted and churned before it bulged and bulked. His scaled belly pushed out and forced his shirt to ride up and tighten further to show a proud scaled muscle gut. The shirt somehow held together under his new burly upper body. The front of Nat's pants grew tighter and tighter from his swelling stomach, and he could only writhe uncomfortably as he felt a pressure forming at the base of his spine. The seat of his pants gradually grew tighter as a tail began to form above his growing scaly glutes before eventually splitting down the middle to allow it to spill out and grow longer and longer. His growing ass cheeks parted as the base of his spine continued to extend into a fat reptilian tail. Two sharp spikes grew out the top of the tip as the nerves lit and shot signals to his weary brain. Nat moaned and shifted around as his jeans uncomfortably clung to his thighs and waist. It was so tight but his clumsy claws couldn't get any purchase on them to rip them off. With a sharp gasp, the button shot off like a bullet, fat scaly thighs shredded through the fabric, and his zipper was forced to reveal his Mario mushroom-printed underwear. He could feel his somehow still human cock and balls underneath. They felt so odd to him. So small. He gently fondled them through his underwear with his scaly mitts forgetting the star magic vibing within them.

The heat suddenly filled his loins, surging into his balls and making them start to swell. Nat moaned as his sack filled up his undies and made them feel tighter as his cock started to respond in kind. He couldn't see the skin turning into soft orange scales as they churned in his palm. He watched wide-eyed with a stirring interest as they grew to the size of tangerines under the fabric. He felt flashes of arousal through his skull as his nuts continued to grow to the size of softballs, 5 inch human cock hard and leaking into the cloth, looking out of place above his growing huge testicles even with his tented underwear hiding them, and still they grew before settling to the size of grapefruits churning koopa seed straining the fabric as threads started to pop until his heavy orange balls tore free to air out in his lap. He huffed, breath hot with arousal as he felt his cock twitch and spurt the last of his human cum while the scales spread up his thickening shaft. White gooey cum oozes through the cotton tent over his throbbing tip, a deep murring moan rose from his heavy chest as his cock stretched from 5 inches to 7 then to 9. He was almost drooling as he pleasurably watched the tip slide up the cloth in a wet trail before pushing past his waistband. The tip bulged and grew as it spurted precum and pressed up against his belly with the increased length of his shaft. The pleasure bombarded his mind with each inch until it reached 12 inches as a fat scaly foreskin rolled over the wet pink tip, covering it completely before a bulbous dark orange helmet poked free and spurted a spicy precum. The waistband then snapped as his cock bounced and splattered sticky juices onto his scales.

"Now that's a koopa cock fit for a king! Bwahahah-hurgh!" Nat shouted before breaking from his lustful trance. He could feel the presence filling his skull, twisting his mind as the heat coalesced in his head. He tried to get up, but fell back down and onto the coffee table, breaking it in a spray of wooden splinters from the force of his increased weight. His human sized head looked more out of place on his enlarged koopa body than his cock and balls did. He grit his sharpening teeth as put his claws to his head in a vain attempt to remove the corruption warping his mind.

"This isn't me! I'm not s-some... WIMP!" he growled as his voice lowered into a more gravely state. "I'm n-n-Nat!" His brown eyebrows became bushier and shifted to a fiery red as his brow bone thickened, putting undue weight on his brain as mean, selfish, prideful thoughts rooted through his mind. His forehead covered in thick green scales as his lips swelled and his sharp teeth grew into large thick fangs.

"I'm n-n-not weak! I-I'm strong! Big! Strong! Koopa! Ugh... No!" the changing Nat drooled as his mouth started to push forward. His face grew wider as the scales spread over it, the metal stems of his glasses bending out around his growing skull and pressing hard into his scaly skin. Nat's ears shrunk into his enlarged skull, but the pressure alone had bent his spectacles so bad they clung to his face. The humanity drained away from his boyish face by the second and along with it his IQ and identity drained with every thought. His head ached as his vocabulary degraded. Words unrelated to conquest and pleasure leaving him. He huffed as his thoughts became more blunt, breath growing hotter as flicks of flame passed through his swelling lips. Thoughts of gaming, Youtube, even the internet itself were fading his mind. Human interests unbefitting a koopa king. And with their loss, he gained otherworldly knowledge of magic, kingdoms, cruelty, all the necessary things to rule over others and spread his scaly influence. His face shifted forward further, nose swelling as his glasses cracked from the strain. The roots of his brown hair shifted red and spread out. Hair growing out into a crimson mane as his sense of self was corrupted by the koopa essence inside of him. His face cracked forward further merging with his swollen nose as a scaled koopa snout pressed fully into existence. Nat's glasses snap and fall from his face, Bowser's face, and hit the floor as a broken hint of who he once was.

"Grrr! Yess! A king!" He grinned as thick horns pushed up from his temples, funneling more of his true identity into his corrupted brain. The nerdy memories of his past faded to nothing as the spirit of Bowser rooted deep in him.

"N-no! I'm THE King! The King of Koopas! Bowserrr! Bwahahahahaha!" He roared as Nat was completely displaced by the soul of Bowser. His presence in the real world solidified at that moment, growing even more detailed as the vibe star inside of him responded to the reality around him. His body grew even larger, limbs growing and broadening as he filled the space even more. The orange scales rose across his arms and legs gained more texture. His muscles became more defined, flexing underneath his rough skin as a single spike grew from each of his elbows. Biceps swelled to the size of large bowling balls bursting through the short sleeves of his shirt. Quads beefed up with more sinew and strength than he ever had before as the jeans that were formerly Nat's ripped away from his tree-thick legs. Chest muscles bulged and pumped with power tearing the front of his shirt as tried to contain his massive pecs and muscle gut. His red spiky hair grew longer, flourishing into an untamed mane that hung over the top of his shell that burst through the back of his shirt like the fabric was mere confetti. The spikes on his boney back covering, extended, tips turning offwhite as the bright green color of his shell darkened to a deep viridian with each protective plate defining itself with a hexagonal border. Standing almost 12 feet tall to where his horns scraped the scorched ceiling, Bowser raised his broad arms in the air as the vibes soaked into him deeper, armpits growing large tufts of red hair that was almost damp with sweat. A spicy aroma flowed from his pits as his slitted nostrils flared and took in his own scent. A stirring built between his hulking thighs as his cock rose back to attention. Thick red pubic hair grew out his crotch in a wild jungle of sweaty fluff as his shaft extended even further from its impressive 12 inches. Spewing hot precum rapidly with every throb of self-induced arousal from the magic empowering him. 13 inches. 14 inches. 15 inches and thick as a man's wrist as the tip bounced against his scaly belly and splattered the television with preseed so hot it was steaming. His huge balls heaved in the thick sack as warm sweat dripped from them.

"Yeah! This thing is great! A cock fit for a king!" He shouted and flexed before looking around unfamiliar with his surroundings. He stomped around the apartment, floor shaking with every weighted step as he took a moment to explore the home of his former self. Trudging over into the kitchen, his shell smacked the countertop, cracking the marble. "Oops, heheh!"

He sees the white door of the fridge thinking it may be a gateway to another world and grabs it open, ripping the door off the hinges and nearly pulling the whole thing over. Mildly disappointed to see it was just a cold half-empty box, he grabs a piece of pizza sitting on a plate, huffing a wave of heat over it before tossing the thing whole into his fanged mouth. Making his way back to the living room. He nearly steps on Nat's old smartphone. Looking at the small device, a hint of recognition fleets through his mind, and he goes to pick it up. The thing is tiny in the palm of his scaly hand, and just trying to tap the screen with a claw causes it to crack. With a growl he crushes it, and flings the hunk of broken glass and metal behind him, no longer interested. He was inclined to look around more, but a throbbing between his scaly tree trunk thighs pulled his focus.

"What kind of dump is this? Eh, doesn't matter. It'll all be mine soon, but first..." he said as his attention shifted to his throbbing koopa cock. He wrapped his clawed hand around his shaft and started stroking it eagerly. A wild grin was on his face as pleasure radiated from his crotch. The heat was radiating from him now, balls churned as precum dripped down his scaly mitts. He huffed short waves of fire as his torrid influence dominated the room and seeped out into the halls. The temperature rose as his hot twisted semen built up in his sack. He grunted and growled as his slitted eyes constricted before his huge cock tensed up, sweat and pre-soaked balls rising up as scalding hot koopa cum sprayed out from the fat tip of his cock everywhere. The potent yellow seed painting the room as the apartment was forever marked with his spunk.

"RAAAAWHR!" he roared with the orgasmic release, satisfied with his self-pleasure and its gooey results.

"That was good, but it'll be even better when I have more koopas to serve me! Bwahahahahaaa! I'll rule them all!" Bowser shouted as he stood up and spewed flames to the ceiling.

The magical vibrations radiated from the star wand that was now inside of him, and poured out of Bowser with its power to make his will a reality. The red vibing energy spread out for miles and twisted the landscape and those within. People in their homes convulsed and changed. Thick shells grew over their backs and tore through their clothes as their bodies grew scales. Faces shifted into koopa muzzles, as turtle tails extended from their spines. The corrupted vibe magic twisted their minds as they became loyal to their king. Bowser. A new empire under his rule sprouted and those under his influence forgot their former selves as they knew only that of their king's image. Bowser was real and the age of the koopa had begun.