



I remember the E3 when they introduced Splatoon. The future seemed bright for Nintendo, and they were obviously coming up with some very clever ideas. However, I was not really a fan of Splatoon. The concept sort of enlightened me but I couldn’t get into the world. So I initially pushed it off.

Cut to about 2 years later. Splatoon 2 has been announced and it looked a little better than the first one. Not by much but it appealed to me a bit more. Though I’m not sure, they looked extremely alike. Anyway, I decided that I should probably finally bite the bullet and try the first one. I dusted off my Wii U (it hadn’t seen a whole lot of use since I had gotten my Switch).

Then I had the stupid realization. I didn’t own Splatoon! Yeah, that’s definitely an important step to playing a game. Owning it.

Well, I wasn’t gonna buy it in case it actually did kinda suck. So, I called up my friend John. John, the opposite of me, was in fucking love with Splatoon. This dude could be completely stoned and still play like a champion. A month after the game came out he’d already maxed out at level 50.

He came over with a fresh shrink wrapped copy of Splatoon for me. I was surprised and happily accepted it. We put it in the Wii U, and got out our pro controllers. I clicked on the icon and the screen turned black. Then... it got kinda weird.

It cut to a spiraled pink and green screen. Almost like it was trying to hypnotize us. I’ll admit, it kinda worked. My eyes were getting very pulled in, I couldn’t look away. John seemed to be in the same situation.





“Uh... is it supposed to do this...” I ask





“No... this is like a defect or something... it’s really starting to hurt my eyes...” he mumbled









Then suddenly I felt a huge jolt, or a shock. It really really hurt. I dropped the controller and shot up out of my seat. It fried my damn console too.





“Dammit I knew this game sucked! I didn’t even have to play it!” I threw the controller across the room.





“Nav, What the hell is with your hair?” John pointed to the back of my hair.





“What’re you talking about...?”





I felt the back of my head. It felt WAY different. Instead of hair it felt like a single large piece, like.. a tentacle. Then I realized they my entire HEAD was like that. My hair had become milky white tentacles tied up into a bow on the right side do my head. My eyes turned into a golden yellow color as my pupils were shaped like t’s.

My skin became more pale as my body shrink down. My ears protruded out as they were pointed, red earrings appearing on them. My face become much more feminine with soft facial structure. My body became hairless and smooth as my feet and hands shrunk. My arms and legs became thin and more flexible.

I clutched my throat as I felt my Adam’s Apple disappear, leaving me with a new voice. My chest inflated slightly giving me cute A Cup breasts. I felt my dick pull in, taking my balls with it. This left me with a tight clit along with a female reproductive system. I looked over to John, my mind feeling a bit fuzzy.





“What is happening?!” I asked, but it came out as a high pitched garbled mess of words





John seemed to be staring at his own strange hair. His hair was also tied up in a bow but the ends were allowed to fall behind him, not tied up. His hair had turned a black/ magenta color too by the looks of it. His eyes looked blurred as he blinked, switching over to the gold color with t pupils. He opened his mouth to reveal fangs coming down, which I hadn’t remembered but felt around and noticed I had them as well.

His face had paled a little and became softer as well. His shoulders smoothed out as he dropped in height to the same as me, his chest puffing out to the same bust size. Time went on, and we had an almost identical body. The only exception was that John had a way bigger ass than I did. Well, I was a little jealous...

We were both wrapped up in a romper, he got a pink magenta corset while mine was green. This was followed by an almost black reflective like tube with 3 holes cut in it to show the corsets. White gloves enveloped our hands, John got pink tights and mine were green. We both got a pair of black wedge shoes made of a leather like material, his bottoms were, of course, pink. And mine were, of course, green.





“Callie!” I called, grabbing her hand.





“Marie!” She grabbed my hand, staring into my eyes





“A-Are you Okay?” I asked, touching her cheek





“Y-Yeah... how about you...?”





“I’m fine now” I smiled and hugged her





“That’s good” she smiled back, and kissed me gently on the lips





“Oh, we’re doing that?” I smirked a bit





She only nodded shyly





Moments later we’d taken all our clothes off. Ah, there it was. It wasn’t mine but I definitely took pride in it. Callie’s ass was a sight to behold, a sight which only I held the honor of seeing. I gave it a quick slap, she was so pale the hand prints showed up pretty well.

Then, I delved right in. I dare Crusty Sean to make up something as good as Callie’s pussy. It’ll never happen, I know that. She was so sweet yet with a little hint of bitterness. By then I had my whole face in it, and I was cleaning and eating up a storm.

Soon, Callie had splatted all over my face. That was always the most rewarding part, it tasted so good. Plus it made Callie feel amazing. There’s nothing wrong with it. I mean... we’re just cousins right?