Attribute Match
By Godleydemon
Enhanced by Max
Edited by Godleydemon

      Jennifer stood at her corner of the ring, a blazing red headed above average of a woman. She was nervous and it was evident in her face. She was wearing a black, short sleeved button up with the top three buttons undone to show a bit of her D cup cleavage. She was proud of her body and the small shorts she wore showed off her heart shaped ass well. There was a reason she was nervous and insecure though. It was because of one simple thing... well two, to be exact. One was the tight fingerless spandex gloves that she wore on each hand. On each wrist part of the glove was a wide medal band that showed a digital display. The right glove showed 100% the left glove showed 0%, absent mindedly she glanced at that 100% nervously, then looked at the woman at the other end of the ring opposite of her.

      Her name was Erika, another above average woman such as herself. Erika had been her friend since they had been born but in recent years, fresh out of high school they had begun to get into more and more fights and it’s why they were here now. Erika stood about 5’ 6” a short woman, but it was evened out by her large and perfect ass and perky C cup breasts. She was wearing a white shirt that showed her black bra and a pair of small skin tight jean shorts. Her hair which had always been an envy of Jennifer came down to just above her ass in a wave of raven curls. Jennifer’s hair on the other hand just came down to her shoulders and seemed lifeless in contrast to Erika’s.

      The judge was walking into the middle of the ring now, and it made Jen’s stomach drop out. She hated that it had come to this. It was just last week when she and Erika had been spending the day together, when a very cute young man had walked up to both of them at the mall. The man had begun to have a conversation with Jennifer and seemed very interested in pursuing a relationship. Erika being extremely jealous had begun to flirt extremely hard with him, trying her damndest to basically steal him away from Jen. This of course made Jen pretty angry, but she was a relatively calm woman and gave Erika the benefit of the doubt and gently nudged her to stop. Erika exploded. Her rage made the young man run away and the argument was so strong between that that they could only solve it in one place, the GS Ring.

      The GS Ring is an underground fighting area that the entire town knew about, but had no intentions of stopping. Anyone could challenge a person to a fight. Basically it was a fight where the opponents pummeled each other with the only thing for protection, a pair of gloves supplied to them. The gloves are what made the fight special. Each hit took a portion of the adversary’s past growth spurts, which is the reason behind the acronym of the ring.

      Certainly, it sounds pretty crazy, but it’s exactly what happens in this place. Jen had seen it herself once with Erika. They watched a relatively endowed woman walk away from that ring with nothing. Not a curve to her body and looking like a prepubescent teen. For the way Erika was looking at her, Jen didn’t have any doubts that her friend wanted the same fate for her.

      The Judge was speaking now and explaining the rules to the participants. It was basic common sense rules. The fight will go on until one of them has both wrist displays at 100%, which pretty much meant that the winner will not only keep all her growth spurts, but will have acquired all the ones of the loser too.

      There would be no biting, no pulling of hair, no cheap shots and they both had to listen to the Judge at all times. If they were called to split they would split apart and so on. It was basic stuff really that if anyone watching a boxing match would know already.

      But fighting in the GS Ring was not considered a boxing match. The only thing that made it any different from a street fight was that there were no weapons and a few rules.

      The judge was calling them to the center of the ring now. Erika was still looking every bit of a pissed off demon woman. Jennifer decided once more to talk her out of the fight.

      “Please Erika, don’t do this, we’ve been friends forever and it doesn’t need to come to this.” Of course she was sincere and her voice showed it. She was a gentle woman and didn’t enjoy fighting, even if she knew how from her Grandfather. But mostly she didn’t want to hurt Erika or reduce her to nothing.

      Erika grinned from ear to ear, a cruel confident smile, “The poor baby is afraid to lose everything is she?” she flipped some raven locks out of her face and over her shoulder. “It’s time we settle once and for all, who is the better woman of both of us”

      Sighing, Jen reached in to shake her hand, this was a requirement to start the match because it linked their gloves to start the game. Erika only took her hand for a moment before throwing it down and spitting at the floor in front of her and taking a fighting stance. They had both been trained by Jen’s Grandfather who was an old martial arts expert. So Jen knew that Erika knew what she was doing, which made this even harder.

      The judge threw his hands up to begin the match, which made Jen bring up her hands into a fighting position. She didn’t want to fight, but she didn’t really want to lose either. Spinning on her left leg she kicked at Erika’s right side with the back of her heel.

      Erika was quick though and blocked with her entire arm stepping into the kick to lessen its blow. Thinking quickly she punched straight into Jen’s back catching her slightly off guard. “Oh yess!” Erika moaned as there was a slight beep, followed by a pleasant sensation spreading through her entire body.

      Jennifer on the other hand rolled to the ground and came to a stand gasping for breath, as it had felt as though something had just been pulled right out of her. Taking a moment to catch her breath she looked down at her right wrist, it read only 90%. That punch was more powerful then she thought Erika was capable of. Taking a quick stock she looked down and almost whined in response, with only 10% gone her breasts looked a little less full. As if they had shrunk ever so slightly. Not many would have noticed of course, but it looked as though she had lost about half a cup size from her previous D cup breasts. “I can’t believe this is happening!” Jennifer gasped.

      “You better be” laughed Erika on the opposite side of the field as she felt the effects of just 10% working on her own body. Her bra was a little tighter and what few wrinkles were left in her white t-shirt was gone. She had seemed to have grown about an inch in height and this filled her with a new confidence. “This is a nice appetizer. Now, for the main course” she exclaimed before striking out fast trying to catch Jen off guard, deciding to take more stock of her body later.

      Running fast at her she threw a right hook at Jennifer’s jaw, Jen did her best to block it but didn’t get her hands up fast enough as it landed with almost bone crushing force. It sent her to the ground crashing as the pulling started again.

      Jen had been a late bloomer in life and had received her largest growth spurt just two years ago. That punch was hard and as she stood, the pulling came full force. It was uncomfortable, and felt as though someone was reaching inside of her and just grabbing at her very essence. Looking down at her wrist it read 75%. She looked down to visibly see her breasts begin to deflate. She grabbed them panicking and could feel as there mass dwindled in her hands becoming softer and softer. But as she held onto her breasts for dear life her shorts began to show wrinkles as her shapely ass began to lose its heart. One edge of the shorts slipped off of her slendering hips showing the edge of her black lacy panties that also looked a tad too loose.

      As she didn’t want to lose her edge on the fight, Erika suppressed the joy of feeling another infusion of Jennifer’s growth spurts becoming a part of her and went full force forward following her attack with a left hook.

      Jennifer just recovered in time, even though she was still in shock, she had been vaguely aware of the situation. Grabbing ahold of her wrist she attempted to pull Erika forward to throw her off balance but wasn’t prepared for her increased mass and the absence of her own. Jennifer knew Erika’s breasts must have grown much more with the previous hit but she wasn’t ready to see them grow in front of her face. In that split second Jennifer felt Erika becoming much taller than before and she was becoming much shorter.

      Erika seen that Jen was so caught up in the development of her body right before her eyes that she took the chance to strike at her when she was vulnerable. Jennifer could do nothing more, then watch in slow motion Erika’s knee coming up and ramming her hard into the stomach, picking her up into the air and tossing her to the side.

      Jennifer rolled along the ground and shakily stood to her feet. This pull was bigger than any of the last and it made her cry out in a result. She looked in despair as the digits on her right glove were getting lower and lower. She felt her life being drained from her as the once gorgeous cleavage of her breasts began to dwindle even more, receding away from the cups of her red lacy bra. Small pink upturned nipples came into view as her hips slendered even more. Her once tight form fitting shorts slid dangerously down one hip showing loose barely hanging on panties. At the verge of tears, the digits finally stopped there decline and displayed 30%. She looked like she was a young teenager playing in her big sisters clothing. It was also apparent that she was about 5’ 4” now, down from her previous 5’ 8”.

                Meantime, the filling of Jennifer’s growth spurts made Erika stop this time. That last hit had really done it this time and an orgasmic feeling filled her from head to toe. She quickly looked into her left wrist and couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “70%!! This is going to feel wonderful!!” she moaned as she felt her body shooting up several inches to about the 5’ 9” mark. Her hips began to expand dramatically as a button popped loose from her shorts. Her ass became even more heart shaped and toned as her shorts slowly rode up the crack, revealing the underside of her bulging butt cheeks. But nothing of that was important to Erika,  she was staring at her breasts. With each breath they seemed to swell larger and heavier. She grabbed them smiling as they filled her hands more and more while stretching obscenely her now too small black bra. Erika couldn’t hold her laughter as her growing, fleshy orbs started to push themselves out of her hands. “Oh yes! This is how breasts should be” Erika said admiring her new pair of EEs hanging on her chest. “But I see they can be a bit bigger. You won’t mind helping me be an F-cup right Jen? I mean, you still have enough to do the task right?” Jennifer laughed gloating over the fact that Jennifer looked to be about only an A cup now.

      A couple of tears ran down Jen’s face at the loss of her friend and at the loss of her curves. There was almost nothing left now, but reaching up she wiped the tears away, tightened the belt on her shorts to the last notch and took another fighting stance. She decided force wasn’t the way to go, she’d have to use speed. Her shorter stature made her lighter, while Erika’s made her a little more clumsy but more powerful. Erika was of course more dangerous than ever, but if she couldn’t hit Jen, then she could turn the tide. “You better be ready for me dear Erika. I will take everything you took from me back and then more. There is going to be a loser of this match, it won’t be me and if to end this I must add your growth spurts on top of my own. So be it!” Her smile was confident and sure of herself and for the first time.. Erika took a step backwards.


Attribute Match

Part 2

Jen took a deep breath and tried to remain calm as she looked at Erika’s infuriating grin. She was a site to behold; to be perfectly honest. With the inches she had taken from her, Erika stood around 5’ 9”, with legs that seemed to go on forever. Her ass was perfectly sculpted as if god himself had taken up the task of creating the perfect ass. Her hips flared just the right amount to not seem obscene and her waist cut in dramatically to a firm and taught stomach. Her breasts jutted out in front of her, firm and perky, but large and sexy. More than likely she was around close to an F cup now, but still in the EE range. Of course she hadn’t always looked this way. Such a perfect body had been the result of a heavy drain on Jen’s attributes and her loose clothing was the proof of it.

Jen could have been pretty much considered to be petite, as she was barely around 5’ 4”. Unfortunately, with so much of her womanly curves and maturity ripped apart from her body, if an outsider looked at her, she would look like a 13 year old playing dress up in her older sisters clothing. Her loose denim shorts seemed like they were barely hanging on to girlish hips. Her legs were skinny and stick like, her breasts barely even seemed to dent a loose shirt.

Embarrassingly Jen noticed the top few buttons were undone.. ‘This would have been fine, if I still had the cleavage for it’ Jen cursed. Without her breasts though, the top few buttons allowed the audience that surrounded the two women a clear view of pink upturned nipples a good far away from a black lacy bra.

“Damn it Erika. This is your entire fault” Jen said cursing loudly, Erika knew this was going to happen when they stepped into the ring of attributes. But still, she had a few tricks up her sleeve. Seeing Erika was still in the throes of what seemed like an orgasm from the amount of attributes that she had already stolen from her, Jen decided it was time for some pay back.

Pushing off quickly and expertly she launched herself at Erika using every bit of weight she had left in her body to punch her in the stomach. Erika wasn’t paying attention and cursed right before the small fist of Jen slammed into her. Then it was her turn to cry out in pain.

There was a momentary beep and Jen kept going, she wasn’t going to stop, not until Erika was put into her place. Erika had taken a step back grabbing at her stomach, Jen grabbed her wrist, spun on one foot and swept her straight to the ground; using the wrist to further apply more strength to the blow.

Another gasp, another beep but even though Jen could feel her body starting to react to the theft, she did her best to control the pleasure filling her senses. She needed to finish Erika off before the arousing feelings would overwhelm her. In a quick motion, Jen immediately jumped into the air and fell forward with a knee right into Erika’s stomach. She grinned at that final beep as Erika rolled over trying to gasp for air.

“You don’t look so tough now, ah?” Jen grinned as she stood up looking down on Erika and deciding she may have had enough for a moment. Even though she was being cocky, she had over exhausted her small body with those hits. Jen needed the time to get a little.. well.. bigger.

“Now, let’s see if I can have back, what you took from me” Jen said, she couldn’t believe how good grabbing her breasts felt. She squeezed the small nubs of flesh tenderly, seemingly to massage them into life and they in turn seemed to respond. With each passing breath they filled her hands more and more and pressed slowly against the empty cups of the black lacy bra that had only moments before looked silly on her girlish chest. Her hips, seemed to be regaining their former glory as her ass seemed to grow and begin its way to take its former heart shaped sculpted look. Jen was also delighted to see the floor fall beneath her slightly as she grew a few inches in height and her legs start their journey onto shapely.  “Oh yeah! Sexy Jen is back!!!” she exclaimed pleased, as she had hated being so small and having her legs so stick like.

Erika on the other hand was almost on the verge of tears as something reached inside of her and began to pull.. Hard. It wasn’t like Jen’s gradual changes, they all happened at once. Erika cried in pain as she felt as if it were her very soul being yanked out of her body. The cleavage that she was beginning to really like and be proud of was beginning to melt off of her body. Getting back onto her knees she stared in horror as her breasts began to diminish and deflate. There was almost nothing she could do, she was just too horrified. She had thought she would be able to beat Jen easy by surprising her, but was completely taken off guard when she lost her focus.

Standing up, a stray tear ran down the side of her face, one that looked a lot less mature then moments before. Her lips, which were suckable and sexy, seemed a lot flatter and could be considered “cute” than anything else. Her eyes which had sparkled and danced, looked like they had almost lost their flame of brilliance. The skin tight shorts which had been stretched to almost there limit earlier seemed to grow slacker as more and more flesh disappeared. They began to slowly sag a little and something happened to Erika that she thought would never happen.

Erika didn’t want to look at it, but she need to know how badly Jen’s combo had been. She looked at the bracelets she wore on each wrist and confirmed her biggest fear. The left glove which had previous read 70% now read 0% and the right glove now read 90%. Jen didn’t only regain everything she had taken from her, but had managed to get part of her too. A fact she became quite aware of, as her breasts began to pull away from her bra, but to her relief stopped almost immediately afterwards.

Glaring at Jen, Erika couldn’t believe it, in one short combo she had tipped the balance when she was on the verge of losing. This flew her into a rage, attacking Jen out of sheer anger and frustration. “How dare you steal from me, Give it back!!” Erika yelled.

Even while massaging and enjoying her growth, Jen had never taken her eyes off of Erika. She was pleased to relive her entire puberty and enjoy the little extra she had gained. She knew Erika was a late bloomer and knew the next couple of hits were going to take quite a bit and she smiled in anticipation.

Launching her fist wildly at her, Erika’s fist almost seemed to be in slow motion as Jen’s instincts took hold of her. Grabbing it, she pulled her Erika forward and kneed her hard in the stomach. It was already sore from the previous punishment that Jen had inflicted on it and it made Erika double forward in pain which Jen responded by spinning on a heel and back handing her in the face sending her crashing to the ground again. It was a punishing combination and Erika was feeling the effects already as the digital display seemed to free fall in numbers.

Still crouched over Erika stared once again in horror at her wrist, the display finally stopped at 20% and she cried out in pain throwing her head back. The seemingly almost sexy cry of the buxom raven haired woman, slowly grew higher in pitch as it lost its sensual tone. Her hair seemed to slowly lose its radiance and curl. Opening her eyes she stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes began to grow dull and lifeless.

Almost as if a robot, she slowly looked down at her breasts as they began to pull away from her black bra that had moments ago been ready to burst. But unlike before, they didn’t stop, she had been a late bloomer and they seemed to just disappear completely in a few seconds sinking completely into her chest leaving small cones of flesh topped with small pink nipples.

Standing up shakily, her once stretched and form fitting shorts slid down girlish hips exposing red panties that seemed to droop and sag with them. Barely conscious, she didn’t even realize as they both fell around her ankles. Her shirt hung low but stopped right before an almost bare pussy.

As Erika’s radical diminishing was something sad to look at, Jen didn’t let it spoil the enjoyment of her own transformation. Jen began to feel sorry for Erika, especially at the sight of how her once prideful friend faded into nothingness, but she forgot all of that and soon moaned in response to the attributes she was receiving almost all at once. “I never imagined it would feel this good!” Jen moaned aloud as her body tingled.

Jen arched her back and gasped in pleasure as with each breath her breasts surged and began to over flow the cups of her bra. She could feel them smashing against each other fighting to make space for their unnatural growth. They were getting heavier and bigger and Jen loved every second of it.

Soon her attention moved to her shorts as the button burst and fell to the floor. Her hips and ass were expanding at an alarming rate forcing the fabric over them to become a second skin. She hurriedly unbuckled the belt to stop herself from suffocating. Her grin couldn’t have been bigger as she noticed how she had to put great effort into peeling off the shorts that moments ago were so loose on her.

But as wonderful as developing curves felt, Jen enjoyed how other parts of her were improving. Her hair seemed to grow a little as it took on more curl. Her fiery hair shined in brilliance as she closed her eyes and felt herself passing the 6 feet tall mark. She finally moaned with such a new sensual, sex filled voice, that every man that had heard it, got a painful hard on immediately.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, Jen looked back down and saw how Erika was doing. She looked pathetic; she was absent mindedly grabbing at breasts that were no longer there as she stared blankly ahead of her. “Looking for something? I have it right here” Jen smirked cupping her now larger breasts. “It isn’t so funny when the one losing everything is you, right?” she said beginning to walk towards Erika. Jen’s breasts bounced sensually, making her bra creak with each sexy sway of her ass.

When Jen stood a mere inches of her, Erika slowly looked up at her shaking. She was in complete and utter shock. Jen’s overwhelming figure seemed to engulf her psyche. Even her shadow was big enough to swallow her body and more. Defeated, Erika dropped her arms and afraid of losing anymore, she called out the magic word that would end the combat.

“Berris, I submit to the victor” Erika shakily grabbed her throat, the sound that had come out hadn’t been a sound she had heard for many years. It was high and squeaky.

There was a beep and the judge came over and began to say something into Jen’s ear. Erika was still too in shock to understand what he said. Then, she saw the judge leave the arena while Jen leaned over grabbed her shirt and then lifted her unceremonious into the air.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!..” Erika snapped in anger, but instead of sounding threating, it sounded almost like a tween throwing a tantrum. “I said you already won. You don’t have any right to keep torturing me anymore!” she said.

“Erika. Why did you have to sign it?” Jen said at on the verge of tears.

“Sign what?” Erika said, but soon, she completely understood what Jen had meant and she began to cry. “No, please Jen. Don’t do it. Please, I beg you!” she cried in fear.

What Erika had missed was the form she had signed before entering the arena. This form was only used when the person really wanted to hurt the other person. If Jen submitted to the victor, Erika will be allowed to keep what she took from Jen forever no matter what. But if Erika was the one submitting, she would lose all of her attributes in response.

“I’m sorry Erika. I really am..” Jen said grimly as she put her free hand with the special glove near Erika’s chest. “I didn’t want this to end like this, but you forced my hand. You are responsible of this. Not me” she said before pressing her palm against Erika’s bare skin.

Erika cried as the glove sent electrifying waves through her body. Then, as if it were a magnet, it began to draw the last bits of maturity and femininity she still had in her already diminished body. The little bit of hair that was left on her pussy grew inwards, leaving a girlish bare and small slit. Her ass deflated even more, her hips becoming boyish. The small cones of flesh that had been on her chest fell flat, only small pink nipples were left. Her hair came back to her shoulders losing all of its life and luster. Her eyes were now grey and seemed so lifeless and dank. Her lips, it had almost looked like someone had taken a pin and popped them; they were thin and small. Her face was if anything, more cute then sexy or mature, like a prepubescent teenagers. Her dangling feet got even farther from the ground as she lost another 2 inches reaching a height of 5 foot even. Erika felt as her life was drained out and she ended up passing out.

Once the beep on her glove indicated she had obtained 100% of Erika’s grow spurts, Jen dropped her to the floor where she collapsed. Of her once sexy friend, nothing was left. Not even her confidence. Jen had taken it all and no matter what, she wouldn’t be getting back what she had taken from her.

Even though she thought it was a small amount what she obtained from her compared to before, Jen found herself moaning in response. Her breasts grew another few inches and finally, that pesky bra snapped in response falling to the floor with a ceremony of applause. Her panties were looking more like a thong as her supple ass filled and stretched the denim to its breaking point. Her eyes were now glorious emeralds shining brightly in the dim lit arena. Once she felt herself growing another couple of inches, Jen finally understood that, even though there wasn’t much for her to obtain from Erika, what she acquired really changed her as she had absorbed the nucleus of Erika’s femininity. What defined her as a woman, now belonged to her making her twice the woman she had been. Once she felt Erika’s nucleus merging with her own Jen knew that there wouldn’t be a way to reverse the union. As indication, the gloves beeped and fell off of each wrist. It was over.

Slowly, Erika recovered her senses and when she tried to stand up, her eyes popped out of her face as she looked up at Jen. She felt as though she were gazing at a goddess. Jen glowed with a light of her own that made Erika feel lower than a worm. She fell on her knees and began to cry uncontrollably.

Jen looked down at Erika and really felt sorry for her once best friend. “Maybe now you’ll learn Erika, never mess with a superior woman.”

There was a huge round of applause as the audience congratulated Jen. All Erika could do was cry like a small child, and anyone that wasn’t privy to watching the battle would have mistaken her for one. She would never again be able to have sex, would never again have breasts. She had thrown her entire maturity into the ring carelessly and had suffered the consequences. She had played a dangerous game and had been stung by it.

As the medical staff retrieved Erika from the ring, the judge stepped back into the arena and announced that due to her skills in combat, Jen was granted the rare opportunity to fight against the champion.

Jen gasped as the champion stepped out. She was a woman that stood 15 feet tall with breasts as big as beach balls and butt checks as big as an adult man head. According to the stats, she had gathered the full growth spurts and femininity of 3 women. Even though it was only 3 women though, it looked as though she had absorbed at least a dozen women.

With a big grin on her face, Jen stomped hard causing the ground to reverberate, making the gloves jump into the air. She moved her hands into them in one quick motion. Jen grinned bringing up her gloves in front of her striking a fighting stance. The markers turned on beeping. “Lets dance.”