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"God damnit!" You shouted as another 'Defeated' screen popped up in front of your eyes for the fifth time in a row. You were positive this stupid Deadlock MOBA would be great if you didn't get the dumbest teammates alive, and you made sure everyone knew it. You started spouting insults into the all chat, blaming your team, the enemy team, and Valve; anyone but yourself. The game finally faded to black, and you were whisked away to the menu, except you didn't end up back in the hideout. Your character stood in front of the Hidden King, one of the patrons, the so-called gods of the game. He stared at you, unblinking, in a dark void. "You've been very unsportsmanlike," he said in his ethereal voice, "I think you need to learn a lesson." The real world around you went black, and the screen tugged at you, acting as if it had its own gravity. You didn't have a chance to react before you were pulled into the monitor.

You fell through the black void, your body pulsating with what could only be magic. You could feel your very essence shift and change under the whim of the game. Your hair started to grow, waving freely in the air as you continued your freefall. Long ginger strands emerged from your scalp, tying themselves into a messy bun like that of a librarian. Your skin became smooth and pale as your eyes grew physically wider as they turned an emerald green. Your vision became blurry before returning as a thick set of glasses rested atop your cute nose. Your lips became plump and kissable, a small gasp elicited when you realized who you were becoming.

You yelped in surprise, your voice now distinctly feminine, as your chest began to tighten. Heat washed over your changing body as fat started to pour into your chest. Pound after pound of soft, doughy flesh formed behind your pecs, forcing them out into a pair of generous breasts that tried their hardest to escape the prison of your shirt. Your hips widened with a resounding crack before more fat was pushed onto your rear and thighs. Your pants creaked with the pressure as your rear kept growing, your thighs accentuating the discomfort as they became as thick as tree trunks. You clawed at your crotch with your dainty hands as you felt your sex reverse, making you undeniably female.

You didn't have time to get used to your new body before more changes came. Your shirt became thick around your torso, the sleeves and neck elongating to cover more skin before shifting into that of a lime green turtleneck. Your shorts stitched themselves together to become a short, flowy skirt that showed just a glimpse of your thick thighs. The skirt was held up by a pair of suspenders that squeezed your breasts forward before they turned into a dark green plaid. The iconic pen necklace and book pin materialized around your neck and on a strap. Your socks crept up your legs, caressing the soft skin as they settled around mid-thigh, giving you an irresistibly attractive sliver of thigh showing. Your sneakers turned into brown leather wedges, something that never would've fit your feet before.

You finally hit the ground with an oomph, not getting hurt besides knocking the wind out of you. You looked around to see the familiar level of the hideout around you, complete with the ghosts now staring at the new arrival. A flash of orange caught your eye, and you turned to see a mirror that showed the surprised face of Paige staring back at you. You lifted a hand and touched your chin, shocked at how much you truly changed. "You know the deal," you heard the Hidden King's voice boom from somewhere, "Complete the ritual, and I shall grant you your desire." He started to laugh, a terrifying chuckle, "Maybe then you'll learn teamwork, because if you don't, you'll be here a long time."