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Nintendo Fan

By: Izhane Twilight

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

This story was inspired the by the works of Sebastian Rubbermage, namely, Peach Mannequin, a 5 piece progression. I wish to thank Sebastian as well as the groups and forums hosting this story.

DISCLAIMER

This story is intended for readers 18 years or older. It is a work of fiction. Any likeness of any character to any real person living or dead, is purely unintentional and coincidental. The Author does not endorse non-consenting sexual activities, kidnapping, or other offensive aspects of this story. Anyone who is offended by these things should not read this work. If they do, they do so at their own risk. This work is copyright (c) Izhane Twilight 2006. Sebastian's Images are referenced with permission. Do not repost or reproduce without author's permission.

This is a work of fan-fiction based on fan-art. Princess Peach, Donkey Kong, and Super Mario Bros. belong to Nintendo.

CONTENTS WARNING

NC Transgender Transformation, Force Statue Transformation, Orgasm Denial, Inanimate TF, Permanent TF, Cross-dressing, Peach Statue TF, Forced Arousal.

Nintendo Fan

Andrew was finishing the final the World in Donkey Kong on his old system, when he heard Ben knocking on the door. It threw him off and he lost the game. Andrew breathed in and out in frustration. It seemed Ben never did anything but make him look bad. They were both known for their expertise at everything from Asteroid to Halo 2, and had both won a few awards. But it seemed to Andrew that Ben was always one-upping him. He could never just let him have his five minutes of glory. Ben and Andrew had been rivals for years, never really getting along. They used to play against each other for bragging rights, mostly SMB 2, seeing who finished on top, or fastest, or with the fewest deaths. Andrew had played all the characters, but Ben always played Peach, and always whooped him. Andrew was getting tired of Ben making him look bad.

This day, however, Andrew had an ace up his sleeve. He had found a way to get bragging rights over Ben for good. He'd invited him over, having challenged him to a contest in SMB 2. Andrew, with a sly smile, answered the door and let Ben in. They exchanged the usual trash talk as they set up the game. Andrew chose Luigi, and, as always, Ben played Princess Peach. At first Andrew was on a roll, keeping a step behind Ben, but as they came close to finishing Ben took a large lead and easily defeated Andrew. A couple rematches later Ben was way ahead, and coaxed Andrew into giving up. For a couple hours they played a couple multiplayer games. Ben came out with more frags, and better weapons, and so on. Andrew put up a good competition, but by the end of the session, Ben's head was the size of Alaska, and he was driving Andrew crazy. They played another couple rounds of Mario, and Andrew practically threw the game. By the time they were done, Ben was grinning like an ass, and rubbing Andrew's nose in it.

About then Andrew smiled and nodded. "Ok, ok, you win...again, but at least I have something you don't." Ben lost his grin and seemed both annoyed and curious. "A collectible Princess Peach Statue, and a big one. It's the first in my collection. I started with Peach, because I figured you'd appreciate that." Now Andrew was the one smiling as Ben challenged his honesty. "Is that so, then I suppose you won't mind letting me see it." "Of course not. In fact I plan to make it readily viewable, after all, what are collectibles for? Come on, it's in my room."

Andrew lead Ben into his bedroom, where on display were several plastic stands. The stands, flesh colored, consisted of nothing more than a crescent shaped plastic base a little more than foot wide, and a support jutting out form the bottom and up over the crescent, a few inches wide, and about 18 inches tall. Andrew pointed one of them out as the statue. "This one, this is the Peach Statue." Ben moved in front of it, a bit dumbfounded at Andrew's inane claim. "This isn't anything but a base, you don't have any statues do you, just useless bases." As Ben went on Andrew pulled a teal elliptical half gem, about two inches long out of a drawer, and moved behind Ben. "Well, that's an interesting point, actually the statue has several pieces, this is the other important one. As Ben turned around, Andrew slapped the flat side of the gem against Ben's chest, and it stuck. Before Ben could say anything the support from the base rapidly grew, ramming his tailbone, ripping his jean shorts, and quickly growing up over his spine ripping his shirt. The gem began to glow.

Now having been a gamer for most of his life, Ben didn't have much of a of body to speak of. He was healthy, with a decent muscle tone, but nothing especially noticeable, and his skin relatively pale. His brown hair was long with a slight curl, and rather fluffy for a guy. Overall, though well built for a young man his age, he was relatively small in frame.

Ben's first reaction was physical as the support hit him hard against his back sending his feet flying up behind him and his arms shooting out to his sides. He yelled out with the shock and pain of the force of the support attaching itself to him so forcefully, and it was indeed attaching to him, sticking to his bare flesh. "What the hell!?" he demanded of Andrew, who only smiled smugly and tore of Ben's shirt. A tingly feeling began to spread out from Ben's spine over his back and neck, his skin felt gooey and odd, hypersensitive, but not real. The sensations to his spine forced him difficulty dropping his arms and legs. His hands remained, palms inward, at head level. "Ow..I can't move, my shirt... what the hell's going on?" Ben continued to reel with the strange sensations, and demand answers, as Andrew removed his shoes and socks with little effort. Ben became frantic and afraid as the feeling spread more over his back, and crept around his neck to his jaw, the base seeming to become part of him as his skin changed. His legs slowly began to move downwards, but they seemed to be pulling against him, moving on their own.

"Dammit Andrew, what did you do to me! I'm gunna get you back for this, you son of a bitch." Ben was yelling furiously, even though he couldn't control his body, and the creeping feeling was growing towards his sides, buttocks, around his neck and over his jaw. Andrew ripped away his jeans, leaving only his briefs. The tingling sensation, odd as it may have been was also slightly pleasurable, as could be seen with Ben's slowly rising erection, evident under his tight underwear. "Perv!" exclaimed Ben, by now becoming reasonably afraid. "Let me...go." Ben Struggled as his legs pulled downwards against his will. His left leg moving straight down, his right foot approaching his leg, as it pulled towards the base. Ben was partly able to fight the movements, but his legs were moving towards the base no matter what. His fingers uncurled and his hands flattened. Andrew, with a smug smile, left the room, Ben screaming desperately to be released. But he was having difficulty concentrating, as the odd feeling absorbed his chin, butt, sides, and completely overtook his neck. He then noticed a mirror in front of which Andrew had been standing. It was large enough for him to see his body and what was happening, but he was too preoccupied to notice anything specific. He could feel his skin getting firmer where the change had first started, and still had to fight to move.

Realizing Andrew wasn't going to stop this, Ben began yelling for help, at least when he wasn't breathing heavily from the odd tingling and mild pleasure. His erection continued to gradually rise, even as the change began to envelop his groin, shoulders, and face. The sensation began moving down his chest, and finally overtook his groin, increasing the odd sensations as his package was changed into the same soft substance overtaking the rest of his body. His left foot pulled flat against the base and was enveloped by it, as the plastic spread up over his pointed right foot, adhering to his feet, and trapping them.

Then is when Ben noticed what was happening in the mirror. As the transformation spread over his chest, and cheeks, from the groin to his belly and thighs, and down his arms, he could see his skin take a glossy appearance in the mirror as his spine and back continued to harden gradually. His skin was turning into plastic!

Ben began to scream again for help, but there was none coming. The plastic spread up over his legs from top and bottom, completely overtook his torso and buttocks, and rapidly moved up over his arms. His right leg pulled itself inward to close his left, and his thumbs pulled flat against his hands, before the plastic overtook his fingers. As the plastic completely overtook his face, his bangs began to fluff up and his hair in the back gained more volume and lift, beginning to fade to a lighter brown. After his eyelids had turned plastic long eyelashes started to grow. Then, whether from strain or the plastic, his already torn briefs, continued to rip and fell off and to the side. His groin was one bulge of plastic, but still soft, and his erection continued to grow, more rapidly, becoming more defined.

All Ben could do was scream for help, but even that was becoming harder. Ben's legs continued to close and his fingers grew together as his hands began to pull down and slightly forward. Then his lips began to become rich and red, as the plastic layered and recolored. As he opened his mouth to scream, he was muffled by a thin layer of soft plastic between his lips. He kept yelling but his mouth was beginning to pull shut. He noticed in the mirror that his eyelashes had grown out, and his plastic cheeks were beginning to redden. His hair was getting lighter, the tips already turning yellow, as new curls and body gradually formed into his hairdo.

A new sensation then touched his fingers and feet. He saw the beginnings of white satin, seeming to grow over his hands, wrapping the hypersensitive extremities in a slightly teasing sensation, as pink satin began to spread over his toe. A satin lined support grew out from the base and around his waist, holding him firmly in an upright position. His knee started to pull downwards as his foot was forced to the side, beginning to straighten his other leg. Ben could no longer move at all, as his plastic skin started to stiffen, alog with his erection which was almost complete now. Rosy circles formed fully on Ben's cheeks as his mouth was pulled shut and his lips stuck together, allowing him only to moan and squeal from his throat.

As his legs repositioned white silk overtook them, wrapping into lovely stockings, which seemed part of the statue and irremovable. His hands and wrists were wrapped into satin as well. In a few moments silk thigh high stockings and satin, peach style, elbow length gloves had taken shape, wrapping the boi in a pleasant sensation which saw his moans turn from frightened to aroused.

Ben's posture then began to stiffen, as he found his feet forced upon tip toes and wrapped into pink satin heels, supported by the plastic base. A pearl bracelet began to form on his wrists as his hands pulled forwards towards each other. He felt and saw his rich, red, pouty lips purse into gentle pucker as he noticed he could no longer close his eyes. Now he could only watch and whine as his body pulled itself into a docile feminine position. His hair was fluffing up and curling into an apparent princess peach do, as it turned almost completely yellow. The hair itself became fluffier and softer, more natural, along with the clothes, completing Ben's inadvertent erection.

The moaning statue's skin finally began it's last hardening phase, freezing his legs into their feminine position. The glowing stone on Peach's chest then shone brightly, and begin to spit out long strips of pink fabric, as her hair took its final shape. Ben was frozen now except for his arms, which were rapidly pulling towards each other as they hardened.

Ben could only watch a pink collar formed around his neck in the fashion of the stockings and gloves. The collar seemed to direct the formation of a loose dress into a large bell that went down to his ankles. Ben had become quite horny, although his moans of pleasure were only becoming softer and softer in his hardening plastic body. As the dress took a fuller shape, Ben's hands nearly met. The pearl bracelet had taken its final shape and pearl earrings appeared to compliment it. Puffy sleeves formed over the shoulders as the dress fluffed up nicely over the legs, hiding the hard-on which has now frozen into plastic. As his eyes were frozen directly ahead, forcing him to stare at the doll in the mirror, Ben hit the brink of orgasm, only to immediately discover he could do nothing to let his frozen body cum.

One hand curled over another in front of his groin, and the dress completed itself, wrapping snugly over his torso. As Peach froze into a delicate feminine posture, her hair and dress fell into their final position, and her eyes glossed over into a permanent forward stare. All that remained of Ben was a desperate erection hidden under his dress, and barely audible gentle moans from deep within his throat.

Andrew entered the room a few moments later to look over his acquisition. This new statue would make him the envy of every gamer in town. He smiled and lifted a hand to stroke her cheek. Ben's gentle, moaning more a desperate plea for orgasm than anything else, was entirely dismissed. As far as Andrew was concerned, this was his fair gain, his trophy, and his collectible Princess Peach statue. "I forgot to mention the third important part. That would be you, princess. Without you, not only would my collection be unsatisfactory..." Andrew grinned with that word. "...but I wouldn't have been able to finally beat my newest game without the piece of mind of knowing you're here where you belong. Well not quite." Andrew smirked as he picked up the mannequin with little effort. Andrew's hands on Peach's denied body made her only hotter, as she was carried to the front room, and placed beside the entertainment center for everyone to see. "Now, you're where you belong, where everyone can see I beat you, and I only I have to know how." Andrew sat down on the couch, leaving his trophy to quietly moan in her torment, as he put in SMB 2, chose Princess Peach, and played quite well until he heard another knock on his door.

THE END