Game Changer, Round 3: Arjun Khan

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James, Mike, and Claire are good friends about to try an supposedly 'mysterious' videogame from the 90s, one that disappears all who play it. To their surprise, the rumours are true, and they find themselves catapulted into the world of Game Changer, a setting ruled by exploitative stereotypes and gratuitious jiggle physics.

Round 3: Arjun Khan

The week of preparation that followed was awkward for all of us. I had crossed a threshold as a woman, and saw Dylan more than once. We weren’t yet exclusive; I found another female fan, a pretty Chinese-American lady who wanted nothing more than Aaliyah to dominate her, and a couple of male admirers who were willing to give me a show at the same time.

But even as I took my pleasures, I could feel the irritation radiating from Fumi. She would often complain about her diminutive state, her puny size, her enormous breasts, the way her panties were shown off at every opportunity. She always had a gaggle of admirers who would crash into her, and one in particular - Jin - was the typical harem anime protagonist type who was an ordinary nice guy with a gigantic crush on the snippy big boobed tsundere, as she now was forced to refer to her role.

Shankari was even stranger. She would disappear for lengths of time and not tell us where she was going, and when she returned she seemed simultaneously full of joy as well as frustrated, and vague. She happily practised her dances in front of crowds, working on her summonings and techniques. She claimed the public attention soothed her, and it must be so; soon she was able to summon tigers, elephants, giant snakes, even some mythical creatures in their spectral forms. It also gained her admirers, but she never seemed particularly interested in them in the way I found my own fans, or even the irritation with which Fumi was constantly forced to push away her own.

And this status quo continued for the week, as each of us learned more of our fighting abilities and levelled up. I continued to buff my Strength, while Shankari increased her Seduction instead of Dexterity. Fumi upped her Casting, and was shocked to learn that her hair got longer as a result. As we were about to enter the final stage, we found out from Ciara each Ultimate Combo Move was unique, but always involved each other, but we were puzzled as to exactly what that was.

I felt like we were on the verge of understanding what it was, but it kept collapsing out of reach. If we had it, maybe it would give us a better chance.

We also learned our final costume unlock, which made us groan when we realised what it told us about the final arena was going to be. Fumi especially was not happy, but as before, it buffed our stats by +4, and we needed the best chance we could to win. And so it was that we stepped a week later onto the field of battle. We should have seen it coming, really.

It was a beach.

A perfect, white sandy beach, complete with sunny summer sky and crowds of swimmers. It couldn’t have felt more like beach volleyball season if it tried. Except there was in fact a beach volleyball net in place, not too far off. Several hundred spectators stood off to the side up the embankment, dressed in their swimming trunks and bikinis and summer wear. And we, well, we were ‘dressed’ for the occasion.

“We look ridiculous!” moaned Fumi.

“I know,” Shankari agreed, “and I feel like I should hate it, but -”

“But we also look spectacular,” I said with a grin.

Fumi was dressed in a simple white bikini, a red scrunchie in her hair. Her immense tits were barely contained by the white material, and it was no small bikini top either. They wobbled and trembled and bounced with the slightest motion, and given it was still an outraged Mike in there, her irritation was plenty, and only served to make her all the cuter. Jin, the individual who kept orbiting her like a moon, and she in turn him, cheered from the sidelines. He looked like an ordinary, slightly-thin Japanese man, with glasses, combed black hair, and an adoring expression. She was trying not to look at him.

Shankari was also in her element, treading barefoot upon the sand. She had unlocked the Hero Genie costume, a pink and purple garb that, as always, revealed her taut brown stomach, and exposed her demure shoulders and arms. Her harem pants billowed slightly in the wind, as did the transparent pink vale across the lower half of her face. It made her appear all the more sensual, particularly given the various bands of jewellery that jingled and jangled on her perfect figure. To top off her appearance, a single red ruby hung from a golden thread upon her forehead, dangling from a cute pink fez.

And me? Well, I was dressed in a tribal warrior’s costume, a leopard skin that wrapped in a battle skirt around my thick thighs and buttocks, and a wrap that tied around my back to cover my breasts. Various white tribal tattoos marked my otherwise perfect black skin, and my hair was more like a frizzy mane that jostled on my back. I couldn’t lie, I felt fantastic. Back when I was James, I never would have dreamed of being so bold, but once again I was reminded of how freeing it was to be Aaliyah.

The crowd roared and whooped and wolf-whistled with approval, as we approached the drawn battle lines upon the beach. Ciara was there, toasting an ale to our success before downing it in one go. Igor Steele and Lady Dragon were decidedly not cheering.

“We better win this,” Fumi said, trying to hold her breasts in place, only for them to overwhelm the palms over hands, practically spilling over the sides. “Ugh, and that annoying Jin keeps cheering me on.”

“Just tell him to go away, dear,” Shankari said, sticking her tongue out.

Fumi crossed her arms over, then under, her breasts. “I - I will. Just not yet. It’s not like I care for that baka anyway.”

I just grinned, halting to pose, as we had before Lady Dragon.

And then, a shadow loomed into view. The crowd fell silent as wind whipped all about them, throwing up sand and hurtling parasols into the ocean. A dark, slick helicopter flew low across the beach, halting just ahead of us, on the other end of the field. The side door of the chopper slid open, and a powerfully muscled figure jumped from the side, landing upon the ground with a furious BOOOM that briefly obscured his figure in a cloud of sand. When it cleared, there stood Arjun Khan, wearing nothing more than a set of blue swimming trunks.

“By the Goddess, the Heavens, the Stars abo-”

“Yes, yes, we get it, he’s hot,” I said, and Fumi added to my point by slapping Shankari with her right boob. She seemed to snap out of it.

“Sorry, I just - I don’t want you guys to end up as his concubines.”

“You mean all of us, right?”

She looked at me fiercely, and I could see the old Claire in there. “Yes, that’s what I said!”

“Women, women, please calm yourselves!” Khan called from the other side of the field. He threw up his dark, muscled arms to take in the crowd and the sun above. “What a glorious day this is! Are you ready to become my concubine, dear Shankari? My beautiful dancing dove? And are your friends ready too?”

“Fuck off Khan,” I bellowed, “we’re going to take you down!”

He smirked, folding his arms.

“We shall see.”

The wind whistled as the tension built. He seemed utterly calm, not even positioning himself to attack. He was our final boss, and we could only hope our unity would hold. The crowd remained silent, not even cheering. Our supporters and his were simply waiting with baited breath for the inevitable. And then, the invisible announcer spoke.

“THREE-PLAYER MATCH

FUMI SATO, SHANKARI DEVA, AALIYAH VS ARJUN KHAN

ROUND 3 - FIGHT!”

We threw ourselves forward, even as the Khan remained, unmoving. I shot ahead, bounding with all my strength to reach him, even as Shankari cast her enormous serpent spirit into being with her dance. Fumi flew overhead, giving cover fire, and I drew closer, like lightning.

Khan just smirked, extended his arms and hands outwards, taking in the sun. And then, like a titan - like a God! - he brought his hands together in a mighty clap that detonated a shockwave. I barely had time to throw my hands up before the storm hit, and I was launched back into Fumi. We collapsed back onto the sand, my face wedged in her cleavage as she shouted curses in Japanese at me.

“Not an impressive start, girls!” he yelled. “But fiery spirit is wanted among my women!”

I launched back into action, swinging around to deliver a roundhouse kick that simply bounced off his stomach. He gripped my legs and twirled me around, throwing me far across the field. My health bar took a hit, but my supporters rallied their cheers as I gritted my teeth and speeded back. Khan was engaging with Fumi, and still hadn’t moved from his spot. She was using her “Funbags of Fury!” to hear her cry the catchphrase, her Boxing Boobs just managing to keep up with his blocks.

Then suddenly he reached out, faster than the speed of sound, and gripped her right breasts. Fumi cried out, and I realised it was in pleasure.

“This is how I will treat you, my lovely Fumi!” he declared, before gripping the other breast, lifting her up, and hurling her back so that she landed upon her own bouncy chest, reducing her health bar by a third.

“Shit, she has the most health out of all of us!” Shankari said. She surged forth her snake, dancing majestically to the crowd’s approval as it wound to her sensual movements. She rode upon its mighty back as it slid forth across the sand and made a number of quick bits and lashes at Khan. This was at least an enemy that could match him; Shankari scored a glancing blow with her serpent, followed by another, and Khan laughed with joy at the rising blood of the fight.

“My Shankari! I will treat you like a queen! You truly are the most divine of all entities! A unique flower that only I can cull!”

And with that he finally took a step forward, and in a single cleaving motion, the serpent’s head was bisected, and the spectral spirit dissipated, causing Shankari to tumble to the ground.

Already I was surging forth again, unleashing my Butt Stomach into his back. Khan dodged, and the bastard actually had the temerity to pinch my ass, causing it to wobble in midair before I landed.

“Wild Aaliyah, do you even want to leave? You’re enjoying this as much as I am!”

The question threw me, and the split-second of confusion he caused meant that I failed to dodge his next uppercut, which sent me soaring above the battlefield, over a hundred feet high, right next to my health bar.

A health bar which was already at fifty percent. I called out to Fumi.

“FUMI! CATCH ME ON YOUR CHEST! I HAVE AN IDEA!”

The small figure on the ground nodded, running forward and sticking her shelf of flesh outwards, even as I rocketed down to her. I readied my feet, and at the moment of contact, I sprang off her wobbling melons, straight to Khan.

“Ya’ll ain’t man enough for a this much woman!” I screamed. It was a catchphrase, but damn if it didn't suit my badassery. My fist connected with his nose, and something crunch. For the first time, Khan staggered. I grinned as he wiped the blood from his nose

"Very impressive. But you have not even seen my second stage." His eyes began to glow.

"Oh. Shit."

Radiant beams of energy exploded from his person, and we all staggered back. Before I could even react, he had leapt forward, his fists pummeling my body, seemingly from every side. I tried to react, but there was no stopping him. My health bar was dropping faster than a lead weight from an air balloon. Several blasts smacked him aside for just a moment, enough for me to see my health bar was almost empty. Fumi was flying in the air to my right, holding her large breasts. She dropped them, allowing them to dramatically wobble. Fuck, it was sexy. She giggled in a high pitch and winked.

“You like these, don’t you?”

The red on her cheeks told me it was a character catchphrase, but she managed to spin further into the air to dodge his first strike, hitting him with another beam of energy. Unfortunately, he rebounded off the ground, caught her by the leg, and smashed her into the ground. Like me, her health bar was almost empty.

I staggered up, and for several long seconds we traded blows, but increasingly I was on the defensive. That was when an enormous elephant ploughed into the side of him. Shankari pointed a finger as she did a sexy twirl of her hips.

“Sari sari, can’t catch me!”

Another catchphrase, but that was a good sign. We did them when we were getting the upper hand. Unfortunately, it lasted on moments, as Khan grinned.

“I’m sorry, my sweet desert flower.”

He stomped the ground, and the earth quaked. A ripple of thunderous energy snaked towards her, knocking her aside and depleting her health bar severely; hers was far less than mine or Fumi’s. I looked around the battlefield. He still had nearly half his health, and even a single hit could end any one of us. What had I gotten us into? I looked over my muscular female form, willing it to amaze me once more, but nothing came. Fumi managed a couple of glancing blows with her pendulous breasts, but in the end she was battered over next to me.

“Tasukete!” she yelled as she was smashed into the air. Once again, her breasts at least gave her some cushioning. In this weird universe, that’s evidently how they worked. I readied my fists as the Khan approached. We had lost, and he knew it. He reared back his fist, a courteous smile on his face even as he prepared to end my health bar, when suddenly:

“By the Goddess, WAIT!”

All eyes turned to Shankari, who was hurrying towards Arjun Khan. Her health bar was dangerously low, but she had her arms raised outward, showing her non-threatening status.

“Please, just let my friends go. I will go with you Arjun. I will be your concubine for life. And not unwillingly; I will show you pleasures you cannot imagine. I will dance for you each night, and accompany you on your travels upon your arm. Where once I was a strong-willed independent woman, I will let you tame me, until I am yours, body and soul. A far better prize than a concubine taken by force. You shall have me, all of me, nothing held back, if only you let my friends free.”

“Shankari!” I said, “Claire! What are you doing? You don’t want this!”

“But you do, don’t you, Shankari?” Khan said, smiling earnestly. “You know you do.”

“Baka! Don’t be an idiot Claire - I mean Shankari - whatever!”

Shankari looked to us as she passed. “Trust me,” she said, her voice seductive, “I know what I’m doing.”

Only we saw the wink. Holy shit, with how hot Shankari was it was easy to forget she was the smartest of all of us. This was why she’d put her points into seduction. I looked to Khan, who was utterly spellbound. Unmoving. But what was she planning? Nothing could bring down that much of his health bar. Shankari herself seemed to notice it; every bob of her head, wiggle of her hips, sashay of her sides, was keeping him at bay.

I stood, and so did Fumi. There had to be some solution; already the Khan’s attention was beginning to move.

“Shankari . . .” he whispered, his eyes flicking from her to me, from her to Fumi. Any moment now he would be free.

I felt the energy of my friends, and tried to draw strength from them. And I did. I mean, I literally did draw strength from them. Health depleted, on the edge of defeat, I could feel strands of connection between all three of us, like a weave of golden light. Oh God, I was an idiot! The combo move - it was so obvious! Everything about the game, and how it portrayed us women, and the stereotypes, just - ugh!

“Fumi, come here now!” I ordered. She was confused, but came to my side. “Shankari, get ready to jump in as soon as you have a moment. We’ll need to activate the combo quick.”

“You’ve figured it out?” Fumi asked. I looked down at her, particularly two large . . . tracts of land.

“Oh yeah, but you won’t like it. Well, you will. But you’ll pretend you won’t.”

I didn’t even give her time to reply before I shoved my whole face into her cavernous cleavage, and began to motorboat those massive melons like my life depended on them. I gripped their sides, thumbs pressing on her nipples as she groaned in shock and unexpected pleasure.

“Nani!? What!? OHHH!”

Golden threads of light rose from us, and out the corner of my eyes I saw Shankari realise. I began bouncing Fumi’s beatific breasts, and far from fighting it, I could see the submissive lust in her eyes as she placed a hand on my own muscular ass, clenching it tightly in a way that made me groan back. More golden lights connected to us, but we needed more. Khan was waking up.

And then a set of perfect slender hands grabbed my face and pulled it up from Fumi’s breasts. The girl continued to squeal as I played with her, but it was Shankari’s lips that met mine, her chest pressing against mine as her tongue invaded my throat, and mine danced with hers. Khan was rising, but it was too late, as the three of us gave the crowd the best show of their life, I knew we’d done it.

In this kind of game, an Ultimate Combo Power could only be unlocked with some absolutely gratuitous cheese.

“No - NOOO!” Khan yelled!

There was a blast of energy, and our health bars rocked back to full health. We each entered our final state.

Me, grown to over fifteen feet in height, a literal giant on the battlefield, stomping forward to Khan.

“Can’t handle a woman this big!”

Fumi, angel’s wings sprouting from her back, a halo of pure light around her head, which was crested with bright pink hair.

“Angel powers - ACTIVATE!”

And Shankari, a floating genie, four arms extended, weaving summonings in the dozens.

“You wish you could have this genie!”

There was a brief moment where we all looked upon one another, grinning despite the ridiculousness of it, and then we were upon him. Khan gave his best effort, really. He almost got me and Fumi down to half health, but he never touched Shankari once, and even in the midst of battle I think he chose not to. He was beaten, and within just a few seconds his health bar was beeping, only one hit point remaining. He sagged to his knees, staring up at each of us.

“Well done, Champions. Take your victory. You have earned it.”

It was Shankari who did the honours. She stepped forward in a sultry manner, and planted a gentle kiss on Khan’s forehead. It was enough to deal the final damage. He dissipated into white mist.

The crowd. Went. Wild.

We launched jumped in the air, giving no heed to all our jiggle parts, as we hugged, breasts smooshing against breasts.

“We did it!”

“Victory!”

“Now what?”

It was Shankari who’d said it. And even as we were pulled apart from one another, our various supporters wanting signatures and celebrations and interviews for the evening news and so on, we each had that question on our mind.

◊◊◊

“There’s a portal,” Khan said, “far from here, but a short chopper ride really, that will take you back to your world.”

We were back in the tavern, serving ourselves since Ciara was so rosy red tipsy and celebrating our victory that she’d run upstairs to ‘give my hubby another sweet little thing to look forward to in nine months.’ It explained how she’d managed to have three others. Khan was back in his suit, gentlemanly and handsome, toasting to our victory. He was not, at least, a sore loser.

“It’s that simple.”

He took a drink of champagne. “That simple. Only, you can never return. That’s just how it works.”

“Are you from there?”

He shook his head. “No. But I have seen your world. It is . . . it does not have rules like here. It is too unpredictable. People hurt too easily, and there is less joy. And people are too . . . prudish.”

I looked over my form, still in my tribal warrior costume. He wasn’t wrong.

“So you chose to come back.”

“Yes, and I can never return, not that I want to. But the same is true for you. However, you have earned the right back. Shall we head there now?”

Fumi and Shankari looked to each other, then back to me.

“Let’s go home.”

◊◊◊

The chopper ride was short, though exhilarating. The whole time, I couldn’t help but look over my beautiful black body, and realise how comfortable I was in it, in a way I never was as James. I was Aaliyah, and that gave me a strength that I wasn’t sure I’d ever get back. In fact, none of us but Arjun Khan talked much on the way over, and even he retreated to the cockpit as he sensed our silence. Fumi was fuming. She’d said goodbye to Jin, and was currently pretending her eyes were itchy, even though I could see the tears.

I found a moment to talk to Shankari, who seemed distracted.

“How are you going?”

“By the Goddess, Aaliyah, I feel like an idiot. We beat him, but this stupid Indian body is still so attracted to him. He treats me like a queen, and keeps offering me a position as his head concubine, but . . . what’s wrong with me? It almost sounds good! I’m still Claire - I was able to strategise against him, I still have my smarts, my independence, but . . .”

“But you also like being Shankari, having that seductive part of you.”

She grinned, just slightly. “I could wrap him around my finger so easily.”

“Yeah . . . I think I forgot to tell you he’s your canon love interest.”

Shankari gasps, and Fumi looked up, suddenly shocked.

“What? Really?”

“Yeah, in all the fuss I should have told you. Khan canonically ends up with Shankari. She is his head concubine. I’m pretty sure she comes back in a few of the sequels, and her eldest daughter fights alongside her.”

She shocked her head. “That . . . by the temple of heaven, that’s a lot to take in.”

Fumi, predictably, laughed all the way until we landed, her sadness momentarily forgotten. When we landed, the silence returned, and Khan helped each of us from the helicopter and we trekked together up the hill of a paradise island.

“I own it,” he said with a confident smile, “it truly is paradise. Plus, it’s good to be able to keep an eye on that.”

He indicated to the edge of the hill. It was a portal, alright. A bright, shining blue portal. On the other side, I could even see my room; the contents of the shelves, the nerdy memorabilia. All the things I’d fantastised about living, and now I was.

And I wanted to give that up?

“Well,” Khan said, “this is goodbye, my sweet Shankari. I wish I could be with you; but I respect your decision to leave. Whoever you find as your man, will be the luckiest in the world. He must treat you more precious than the rarest of diamonds.”

“Oh fuck, that was romantic,” Shankari said, shoulders sagging.

“Well, are we going?” Fumi said, scratching an itch beneath her breasts.

But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t live the lie.

“No.” The group turned to me. “I’m not going,” I continued. “I’m sorry guys. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for us to end up like this, but I know we’ve had some amazing fun also, and the truth is . . . I like being Aaliyah far more than being James. I’m more confident, my body is more powerful, I’m attractive, but more than that, I feel like I can take charge of my life, and be who I feel like being. That’s worth a few silly butt shots and gratuitous clothing and catchphrases.”

Shankari approached, as did Mike.

“Are - are you sure?” Fumi said.

I put a hand on her diminutive shoulder. “I am. I don’t have anyone on the other side. Isn’t that why we became friends in the first place? None of us had anyone? Well, now I finally have a place I fully belond. The only thing . . .”

Tears began to fall down my face.

“The only thing is that I’m going to miss you guys so damn much!”

The two of them closed in on me, their arms enveloping me.

“You don’t have to,” Shankari spoke, voice determined, “because I’m staying too.”

Fumi shot back, breasts bouncing. “What? Idiot! Nani? Baka! What are you doing!”

Even I was shocked, but Shankari simply waltzed over to Arjun Khan, and placed her hand at his back. He looked just as surprised, but still utterly pleased with this series of events. Shankari looked to him with lilting, beautiful eyes as she stroked his back.

“I can always leave another day, and besides . . . maybe I’ve spent too much of my life pursuing dreams without pursuing pleasure. I can always be an engineer later on. Or take up other . . . passions.”

Khan suddenly became very uncomfortable in his suit as her hand hovered lower. It was difficult not to chuckle, and I could tell Claire was still in their, utterly delighted that she had a new man to torment and tease, even if she was totally okay with lettting him fuck her.

“Does this mean you shall be my first concubine? First among all?”

She placed a finger on his lips. “So long as I find you worthy of being concubine too. I haven’t made up my mind yet.”

From the immense smile on his lips, I could tell he relished the challenge.

And that left just Fumi. The former athletic man was shaking, near in tears.

“I - I’m really going to miss you guys,” she managed. “Stupid female hormones!” She rubbed her eyes, and I don’t need to tell you what that meant for her chest and where her forearms were placed. We enclosed her in a big hug once more.

“Will you be okay?” I asked.

She nodded. “I’ll figure out a way.”

“Then . . . this is goodbye. Fumi. Mike.”

She gripped me in a hug, not caring how our chests smooshed together, and Shankari joined in one last time. It lasted for what felt like minutes. Finally, Fumi parted from us, wiped her eyes, and turned to leave through the portal.

She made it five steps before she began to yell.

“Shinjirarenai! No way!”

That left us all confused, until we saw the tiny dinghy of a boat being hastily driven up to shore several hundred metres away. A small figure was piloting it; a dorky-looking young Japanese man with glasses that reflected in the sun, and hair that bristled in the breeze.

“That stupid man! What is he doing here? DAMMIT JIN! I’M UP HERE! NOT LIKE I WANT YOU OR ANYTHING! JUST SO YOU KNOW!”

Her breasts jostled as she turned to run down the hill. Her cheeks were tomato red as she caught our bemused expressions.

“It’s Jin! That idiot!” She turned back and yelled. “Saitei da yo! Always chasing me!”

“I thought you were leaving. Or are you two . . . ?”

She crossed her arms under her breasts.

“It’s - it’s not like I’m into him or anything! I just need to stay a little longer so he doesn’t end up in trouble. He thinks I really like him, or something. UGH!”

Shankari and I shared a look. A very knowing look. Fumi lit up further red, and barged between us, her immense bosom parting us as the small women and her overly large chest stomped her way back down the hill.

“I think,” Khan said, “she might not be entering that portal for some time.”

“A long time,” agreed Shankari, taking his arm and leading him back down the hill. “Enough for us to get . . . better acquainted, perhaps?”

“And perhaps to meet that special someone,” I said to myself, thinking of the nights of passion I’d already had. And the nights yet to come.

We watched Fumi run down the hill, her patient Jin hugging her deeply before she pushed him away and started berating him.

“And perhaps even long enough for Fumi to realise she actually does very much like that man.”

I thought to the canon of Game Changer. Shankari the high concubine of Khan, wrapping him around her finger. Fumi the bickering housewife, filling her home with Jin’s children, but always leaving to answer the call for battle. And perhaps they would follow those paths, or perhaps they would choose their own.

But for me, I could not say. Aaliyah’s fate was open ended entirely, no tracks to even choose to follow. Entirely mine to decide. I looked across the swathe of sea to the mainland, and the town of Tavington with all its wonderful gamey nonsense still waiting for me.

I followed the others down the hill.

The End