Author’s note: this is a fan work from the game series Fate/Grand Order and Azur Lane, and as such is likely subject to out-of-character interpretations, plot inconsistencies, or various other discrepancies in the lore of the series proper.
*knock* *knock*
“Come on in, Astolfo!”
Entering the room was a short lad with equally short pink hair. He had a long knotted ponytail reaching down to behind his legs, an irregularity for most conventional men. It was a day off for the boy, so he was donning some beige denim and a blue tube top along with some sandals on his well-manicured feet.
“Thanks for letting me see ya, Bremy!”
Bremerton or “Bremy” as Astolfo liked to call her was a lass with pink hair of a similar hue. Cotton-candy blue accents tipped her twin tails, giving an impression of extreme girliness. The brown jacket, tight shorts, and black thigh highs she was wearing only made her overwhelming curves that much more apparent.
“No problem, but did you really have to go out dressed like THAT?” Bremy raised an eyebrow.
“What’s the big deal? Plenty of people mistake me for a chick anyhow.” Astolfo shrugged.
“Geez! You might get in trouble if less accepting folk see you in such a girly outfit!” Bremy warned.
“Hehehe, that’s on them then! It’s the current year for crying out loud!” Astolfo pumped a fist into the air filled with energy.
“Riiiight. Because that makes everything okay.”
“Grrr! It does! It does it does it does!” The crossdressing boy rolled around on the floor in anger.
“Cut the crap, man.”
“…there’s that blasted word again.”
“ *sigh* Fine, I’m sorry for calling you that. I know you’re sensitive about that sort of thing.” Bremy apologized.
“It’s okay.”
Silently pulling a book out of his satchel, Astolfo revealed a darkened tome for Bremy to see.
“Because I now have this!”
“…you wanted to come all the way here just to show off some musty book?” Bremy asked.
“Mhm! I got word from Master that by reading a certain magical spell in here, I could have the body of my dreams!” Astolfo explained.
“Gotcha. So why not perform it now?”
“Well, it says here that in order to perform it to the fullest ability, I’ll need to find someone I’d like to be the most.”
“Wait a minute…you’re saying you want to be like me?!?” Bremy blushed a crimson red in realization.
“Hehe, that’s right! I mean, have you looked in a mirror lately? You’re a standout girl even among all the beauties I know!” Astolfo said, laying his compliments thick.
“…stop it…”
“Plus, you’re super juicy in all the right places! I couldn’t ever hope to look like you the way I am, not without plastic surgery that is!” Astolfo elaborated, pointing to all the relevant places.
“What.”
“Ohhh, you make me so jealous! What I wouldn’t do to look so stunning! The best I can do is make my face pretty, but that only goes so far…”
“(Phew! For a second, I thought he was trying to confess to me…good to know he was only thinking of perverted things.)” Bremy calmed down, her mood lessened.
“So what exactly are the parameters of this spell aside from ‘wanting to resemble the person you like the most’?”
“…uh oh.” Astolfo muttered.
“What?”
“…it says here you’ll need to be in your underwear for the spell to work…”
“HAAHH? No WAY am I undressing myself just to fulfill your sick, gross, and vile fantasies!”
“ *sniff* …that’s messed up, Bremy. I thought I could trust you out of everyone else with this…I didn’t know you saw me that way.” Astolfo teared up.
“Nononono wait, Astolfo! I didn’t mean it--”
“Rrrgghh! That does it! If I’m such a ‘man’, then that means I can easily do THIS to you!”
Pushing Bremy onto the mattress, Astolfo’s bony frame was muscular enough to overpower the girl’s arms.
“HYAAAHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?”
“We can either do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way; just take your clothes off, and no one gets hurt, okay?~ ” Astolfo threatened.
“Uuuuu…give me a minute to recover…”
Separating himself from her, Astolfo allowed Bremy to disrobe her succulent, mouthwatering form. It really WAS mind-meltingly sexy, the only barrier between her silky skin and large breasts being a huge, elegant pink bra that Astolfo couldn’t stop himself from actively drooling at.
“W-W-Where did THIS aggression c-come from, huh? I-I thought I was the one y-y-you liked the most!” Bremy stuttered in fear.
“I said it earlier as a joke, but I truly am jealous of your body. It must be so fun to go around and draw the eyes of everyone you pass by, making them envious of the natural charms you were gifted with.” Astolfo lamented aloud.
“So? W-What does jealousy have to do with liking someone then? I never asked to look like this when I grew up.” Bremy darted away.
“Plenty of people in this world have best friends that annoy the ever-living CRAP out of them for one reason or another; you just have more things that make me feel this way is all.” Astolfo drew closer.
“…are you done ogling me yet…?”
“Let me just touch your face for a--”
*SHEEEEN!*
“Ah!”
Reacting to the latent unbridled emotions running rampant in Astolfo’s heart, the tome flashed an eerie color that dimmed the room.
“W-What’s happening?!?” Bremy shouted.
“I-I don’t know!” Astolfo waved his hands back and forth, they were starting to glow.
*shwump*
“(Hey, is it just me…)”
*shwump*
“(Or is my view getting lower…?)”
*shwump*
“H-H-Hey Bremy, where are you?”
*shwump*
“Mmph Mmpher Mmph!”
*shwump*
“B-Bremy? Your head…I think it’s going into your body!”
*shwump*
“(AAAAHHHH!! I CAN’T SEE ANYTHING!)”
*shwump*
By now, Bremy was but a headless body! The only trace of her former head was a covered up neck stump, not even a single strand of her voluminous hair remained.
“Bremy? BREMY?”
Her body remained motionless and quiet.
“Oh God oh God oh God what the hell did I just do to her?!?” Astolfo panicked. “Although…she DID trample all over my goals…the silent treatment suits her just fine!”
Taking this rare chance to have free reign over Bremy’s body, he poked her legs, arms, breasts, basically everything that made Bremy a girl. No, a woman.
“I always wondered how this tasted…”
Going as far as he had, Astolfo made the logical leap to try and lick Bremy’s pussy!
“Hmm…a bit salty. Could use some more seasoning, hehehe. Okay then, I think that’s enough punishment. Now, how do I return her to normal?”
Standing back up, Astolfo peeked at the tome once more, glancing and scrolling through its worn pages.
“ ’To make your dream body a reality, remove their head and make it your own.’ What does that mean?”
Placing the book down on the bed, Astolfo tip toed over to Bremy’s bountiful backside.
“I guess I’ll just lean over to where you are in that case…”
*SHEEEEN!*
“Hahn~!”
The second Astolfo’s body rubbed up against Bremy’s, the tome glowed an ominous tone again!
*shwump*
Off went Astolfo’s head!
*shwump*
“Urgh…hold on…if your head sank into your body…”
*shwump*
“And I’m leaning forward…”
*shwump*
“…then how am I still standing upright…?”
*shwump*
And onto Bremy’s body!
“(Fucking hell, FINALLY!)”
“Bremy! There you are!”
“(Ugh, more like there I AREN’T! What have you done?)”
“Don’t ask me! The tome did something creepy just now!”
“(I hate to be the bearer of bad news…but what happened to your body?)”
“Oh, right! It felt like my head got ejected from my body and--”
Scanning the room, Astolfo tried looking for his body.
“(…well…?)“
“…it’s not there.”
“(What did you say?)”
“I SAID MY BODY ISN’T HERE!!”
“(HOW? If you’re on my body now, then move outta the way and let me breath!)”
*bump!* *bump!* *bump!*
Despite Bremy’s best efforts, she couldn’t get herself “out” of her own body.
“Ow! Oof! Ouch! Stop that, you’re hurting me!” Astolfo yelled.
“(And you took over my body! What do you have to say for yourself?)”
“Uhhh--”
Taking a moment to survey his surroundings, Astolfo remembered something very critical.
“I have your body now.”
“(Duh, thanks Captain Obvious.)”
*squueze~*
“Mmph~”
“(Hey!)”
*squish~*
“Ahn~”
“(Don’t you DARE go groping my body like that!)”
*fondle~*
“Hyahn~”
“(Didn’t you hear what I said?!?)”
“ *huff* *huff* …god DAMN.”
“(Huh?)”
“It’s just, this isn’t really your body any more, is it?”
“(Eh?)”
“And if that’s true, then that means you can’t stop me from touching myself.”
“(……….)”
“That’s right. Now I’M the one who can turn people’s heads, literally!”
“(Nononononono--)”
“The world better watch out, cause the new and improved Astolfo has made his debut!”
“(AAAAAHHHHH!!!)”
Cackling maniacally at the revelation, Astolfo proceeded to explore “his” body to the extent that someone with as much pent up horniness and catharsis could…
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“Hyah!”
*whack!*
“Hah!”
*whack!*
“Huff…huff…you’re pretty good for a newcomer!”
“Thanks, I’ve been practicing better control of my motor movements lately with my body!”
One month after the incident, Astolfo was dressed in a flashy teal and white tennis outfit, facing off against a randomly seeded opponent in a tennis bracket. Normally, the pink haired boy would have gotten their ass kicked…
“A girl like you winning a round versus a pro like me…how’d you make that look so easy?”
“Oh, you know~ Ehehehe~”
…yet Bremerton’s toned, feminine form was tough, quick, and coordinated enough to score 1-1, tying in a semifinals match without issue!
“Not revealing your secrets, huh? Let’s fight on regardless, newcomer!”
“Okay!”
*whack!*
“Yah!”
*whack!*
“Hargh!”
The battle continued onwards, but even with Astolfo’s physical strength as it was, things were looking slim…
*conk!*
“Owwwieee!!”
“…erm, is your head going to be alright?”
“I’ll be okay. (Bremy, what the hell was that? Calm down!)”
“(……….)”
Since it had been a few weeks’ time, Bremy had lost her ability to communicate with Astolfo. She was still able to influence her former body for the time being though…
*whoosh!*
“The challenger misses! Give the pro 15!”
*slip!*
“The challenger has fallen! Give the pro 10!”
…and as a result those unlucky bouts cost him a 0-40 to the enemy’s advantage.
“(Bremy, for the love of all that is holy just let me fully take control already!)”
“(……….)”
“Wah!”
*skid!*
Sadly, there wasn’t much chance of recovering the points needed to win the match, and in the end…
“The pro has won the second set, meaning he will advance to the finals!”
“Damn it! Curse my stupid body for acting up on its own!”
“Not sure why you basically threw the game at the end there, cause otherwise I was feeling a nice sense of urgency coming from you.”
“I don’t know myself…but since you won I guess that means you’re free to ogle me all you’d like~” Astolfo said as he pulled down his sports top, revealing a hefty amount of skin in the process.
“The hell are you doing?!? A-A-As pretty as you are, this was strictly a professional match. (And just between you and me, I’m not sure I deserve someone like you. Not until I take first prize that is…)”
Flustered as could be, the pro went off to rest his joints in preparation for the final match of the day.
“(Did you hear that Bremy? That cool guy just called ME pretty! Granted, it’s not the first time I’ve heard that ever since taking your body…but it’s still nice to hear~)”
“(……….)”
“(Woah…that burning sensation in my stomach must mean you’re positively fuming.)”
As for the fate of the professional tennis player, he unfortunately choked at the very end losing his top dog position.
“Nooooo! Now I’ll never earn a girlfriend who likes me for being number one!”
However, it was an inevitable conclusion given Astolfo already had a Master back home to tend to.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“Woooah! Check out that hot girl!”
“ *whistle* You think she has a Twitter or an Instagram I could follow?”
“Hey babe, when are you going to dress up for me in a costume like that?”
*smack!*
“Haha…no dice, huh babe?”
A few onlookers were checking out someone in a black flowered Chinese Qipao dress with black arm gauntlets. Aside from showing off some very squished thighs in long tights and heels, another aspect of the outfit was it’s lack of cover up top, exposing tons of sideboob and cleavage. The only thing keeping it convention friendly was the fancy white bra underneath.
“Hiyah! Washaow!”
The culprit was none other than Astolfo himself, two months after the tennis match and who was doing what were likely plenty of questionable poses up stage!
“H-Hey there miss!”
“Hmm? Yeah, what’s up?”
“Y-Y-You think you c-could do a c-c-certain favorite p-pose of mine f-f-f-for me…?”
“Ehehehe, you silly boy! Anything for a fan~”
“R-R-Really? Ummmm…t-then would it be a-a-alright if you did…”
“Hmm…oh wow! You really ARE something, aren’t you? I’ll see what I can do to make your little dream come true for the both of you~”
“!!!”
Immediately cowering in fear, the awkward nerd tried his best to shroud his “pal” away from the crowd.
“You should be more secretive when asking a lascivious girl like me to do that sort of thing~”
Leaning forward on the stage in plank position, arching his back upwards, and sticking his finely proportioned rear to the sky, Astolfo was doing a certain erotic and popular pose from the Internet!
“H-H-Holy c-c-crap, miss!”
*snap!* *flash!*
Taking plenty of pics at rapid speed, the fan was being driven to the furthest reaches of his own depravity, drool watering up in his mouth. Now that Astolfo had acclimated to Bremy’s body for quite the juncture of time, he was able to do complicated maneuvers with poise and elegance.
“Ehehehe~ Hopefully those last long enough to make for good material. Trust me, I know all about boys like you and their need to appreciate women~”
“Ah! Dah! Bah! Gah! …thank you.”
After stuttering on his words, the fan graciously bowed in reverence then dashed off to observe the treasures of his yield.
“(This pose is kinky as fuck and all…but how do I get up from here…?)”
“(……….)”
Of course, just because Astolfo knew his way around Bremy’s body like the back of his freshly manicured hands didn’t mean Bremy wouldn’t still cause problems like these from time to time.
“(Fuck Bremy, you couldn’t have chosen a better time to freeze me In place? This shit HURTS you know!)”
“(……….)”
Needless to say, Astolfo would later have to get a back massage to make up for his cricking bones and aching muscles…
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
*cling-a-ling!*
“Good evenin’ miss, what can I get ya?”
“Just a lime margarita for little old me will do~”
“…Comin’ right up.”
The bartender then got right to work crafting the alcoholic beverage. Pensively sneaking glances at them, he was trying his best not to peer while on the clock. Astolfo was wearing a white jacket with pink along the perimeter, and a casual black tube sweater underneath it.
“So, tell me sir…you work here often?”
“…enough to afford the necessities…”
The reason for his discomfort was due to the fact that the aforementioned garments were the ONLY things the busty boy had on. Well, aside from a pair of the laciest bra and panties Astolfo had available of course, but someone on employment could catch some flak even then for asking to clarify dress code.
“Ooh wow~ We have ourselves a high roller here! That’s so totally alluring…~”
“YEP. DOESN’T HURT TO BE FINANCIALLY STABLE.”
*clink!*
“DRINK UP AND ENJOY!”
The rugged individual faced away quickly, zooming off to serve (and probably curtail) any other bar patrons in need.
“Hahahahaha! What a riot! I go to a rinky-dink like this in something that would have been loose almost half a year ago, and that’s is how I get treated! I swear, every boy is just TOO easy to seduce!”
True to his word, it had been 5 total months since the head swap occurred, and Astolfo couldn’t have been more pleased. In his rail-thin, less than masculine form before, he was often accused of being underage, needing to pull out his I.D. every time he went out to get drunk.
“Everyone thinks I’m soooo mature and sexy! No one would EVER dare question my age with Bremy’s body under my possession! …sometimes I do kind of miss her though…”
*clatter!* *clatter!* *clatter!*
*crash!*
“Ah, damn it! Just my luck!”
“Goodness miss! You quite alright?”
The bartender returned immediately to help clean the mess Astolfo had inadvertently caused.
“I’m fine. Thanks for asking though, handsome~”
“!!! …you should head off to the bathroom an’ clean yourself at least, okay?”
“Sure thing~ I’ll do it. Just. For. You~.”
*kiss!* *phoo!*
That had REALLY set off the bartender’s face, and he was left in a worse state than the spill he was forced to wipe.
“(Ehehehe~ Tease a man once and they’re putty in your hands! A shame about my drink however…)”
Heading off to the bathroom, Astolfo used this time to stare in the mirror and freshen himself up.
“(Why did I lose control there? Was it because I thought about Bremy again…?)”
“(……….)”
*ZING!*
“GUH!! SO…COLD!! AARRGGHH!!!”
All at once, an indescribably chilling feeling froze Astolfo where he stood.
“FUUUCCCKKK!!!”
This was one time Astolfo’s attire bit him in his succulent ass, as he was left shivering uncontrollably.
“Y-Y-YOU’RE STILL RESISTING, E-EVEN NOW? WHY?!? J-J-JUST ACCEPT THAT YOUR L-LIFE IS OVER, B-B-B-BREMY!”
“(……….)”
Gaining warmth in his senses again, Astolfo slumped to the floor in relief.
“Shit…that hurt way too much for words…at least things seem to be back to normal.”
Dusting himself off, the pink haired boy stood up and promptly left the bathroom and consequently the bar as a whole.
“Hope you have a good rest of your night, miss!”
“I’ll try.”
*slam!*
There would definitely have to be SOME sort of punishment for Bremy’s body in place once Astolfo got home…however, that’s a story for another time…
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
*whack!*
“And the batter has hit the ball! Now they’re making a run off to first base!”
“(Come on…!)”
*stomp!* *stomp!* *stomp!*
“They make it to first without issue! But the ball is still in the outfield!”
“(Should I go for it…? If so, I’ll have to be faster…!)”
*whoosh!*
“The outfielder makes a throw to the second baseman!”
*slide!*
“Safe!”
“Well, would you look at that? The runner barely snags second base in time!”
“(Yes!)”
Astolfo was competing in a baseball game with some other members as per his Master’s request. The scoreboard was 4-2 in third inning, so there was still plenty of time for the busty boy's team to catch up.
“ *huff* *huff* Man, they really work you down to the bone in baseball, huh? I just hope my teammates can fix their sorry performance, lest I need to carry them the whole way through!”
*whack!*
The ball flew in the air, but…
*ploff!*
“Out!”
It landed in the mitt of the third baseman to the dismay of the batting team. This made three total, so they really needed to get their act together if they wanted to score any points next inning.
“Damn amateurs! Holding my team back like this is no way to play!”
Astolfo couldn’t help but feel irritated; although it was mostly for fun, his feisty spirit only complemented his body’s exuberant…”personality”…as dirt scattered on both his white baseball crop top and sport shorts, belt included. This left his plump thighs and thin midriff in prime view of both the players and audience alike.
“Come on Astolfo, not everyone’s been blessed with a physique like yours! Even if you ARE a girl, you’re talking some mad shit. Uncool.”
At this point, it had been a full 9 months since the head swap incident. Nobody aside from Master knew that Astolfo was once a lanky, scrawny, weirdo who wore dainty clothing for kicks.
“Oh? What does me being a girl have to do with YOUR own incompetency? How hard is it to hit a ball more than two feet in front of your face?”
“Grrr…! I’m shocked you made it to first base with those baseballs on your chest slowing you down at all times!”
“Awww, what’s the matter? Did I touch a nerve? Is it cause you’re in the presence of a Goddess, and she’s proven herself to be better than you’ll ever be?”
“HEY HEY HEY! TIME OUT!!”
A coach had entered the dugout, clearly in a foul mood.
“Astolfo, you play well, but that attitude of yours is destroying team morale. Either you can pipe down, or you can pipe yourself up on out of here.”
“You know what? I think I will! Hmph!”
Storming off the field, Astolfo quit partway through to angry shouts and all manner of cursing. After thirty minutes of walking, he finally made it back to his Master’s house and immediately hopped into the shower.
“ *sigh* Why are men so dumb and slow? They need everything explained to them, they can’t think for themselves, and worst of all they rag on you the second anything goes wrong…”
Staring down at his body, he had assumed full control of it leading to zero interruptions from Bremy in quite a while. From her slender arms, to her powerful legs, to her beautiful breasts, and even to her tight pussy, Astolfo would never have any complications arise from her ever again.
“That’s right…Bremy’s been gone for ages now. She would’ve been able to treat me right.”
Despite how powerful Astolfo felt with his newfound fortune, there was no denying that replacing the head of Bremy meant that his best friend in the world had practically faded into nothingness, with no one left to remember her.
“Bremy, I don’t know if you’re still in there, but…I love you. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to say it out loud when you were alive…I figured you wouldn’t go for such an unmanly guy like me.”
“(……….)”
*TH-THUMP!*
“…huh…?!?”
A warmth unlike anything Astolfo had felt in some time reverberated in his heart.
“…what is this…?”
His cheeks became redder than a tomato, and he struggled to contain himself.
“(……….)”
*TH-THUMP!*
“W-Woah! If you’re making my heart beat that hard…does that mean you liked me too?”
“(……….)”
*TH-THUMP!*
“Bremy! You’re making me feel good! S-S-So you’re saying that…you’re okay with how everything turned out?”
“(……….)”
*TH-THUMP!*
“Okay okay already, I get it! I’ll live for the both of us! Thank you so much for stopping by for one last-ditch effort!”
“(……….)”
*TH-THUMP!*
“Welp, there’s nothing left to say, other than that I love you, Bremy.”
“(……….)”
*TH-THUMP!*
Refreshed from both the bath and Bremy’s mental reassurance, Astolfo dried himself off and headed to his room for some much needed R&R…
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
*knock* *knock*
“Come on in, Astolfo!”
Entering the room was a short, busty boy with equally short pink hair. He had a long knotted ponytail reaching down to behind his legs, an irregularity for most conventional men.
“Hey there Master, I suppose you’ve been waiting long enough for this day, huh?”
However, unlike before…
“Today marks the one year anniversary of you taking Bremerton’s body for yourself, doesn’t it?”
“Sure does~”
…Astolfo having a woman’s form for so long meant that said gender restriction wasn’t a problem any more. . Indeed, he had also arrived in nothing but a frilly pink pair of lingerie from top to bottom.
“I think you should do something nice for the occasion, Astolfo…”
“Oho? Is Master going to force me to do dirty things again?”
“How did you know?”
“Anyone with eyes can see just how horny you are! But that’s okay, cause it suits me just fine~”
“If you’re so confident, then why don’t you strip for me?”
“Yes, Master~”
First, Astolfo took off the brassiere that contained his gigantic tits.
“Mmmm…don’t they look so delicious and perfect? Trust me when I say they’re as fun to play with as you can imagine~”
A noticeable bulge was starting to appear in Master’s pants.
“And watch what happens when I show off my pussy~”
Undressing his undergarments, Astolfo slid his underwear to the floor giving his admirer a full view of the feminine boy’s dampness.
“That sure excited you, didn’t it~”
“Astolfo, I don’t think I can hold back any longer…”
“Go ahead. Fuck me senseless~”
Taking the initiative, Master shoved Astolfo’s frame onto the bed, much like that one fateful day.
*ziiiiip*
“Here you go, Astolfo. Eat up!”
“Wow, my favorite!~”
*schluurrpp*
The pink haired penis purloiner then went to town bobbing his head up and down slowly yet effectively.
“Mmmmph…you always do such a good job sucking my cock...”
“Mhm.”
“You deserve a reward for that~”
Rubbing his hand in Astolfo’s hair, he scratched the follicles back and forth in a calming manner.
“Hahn~ I’m only so good cause I had one myself and know the best tricks to make your tip go wild~”
Licking the glans just like a kitty cat, Astolfo also pawed his Master’s balls at a level of precision only a girl with experience could.
“Unnff…Astolfo…I think I’m gonna bust!”
“Already? Alrighty then big guy, cake me with your baby batter!”
“Hnnggaahh!!”
*spurt!* *spurt!* *spurt!*
Painting Astolfo’s face, the hot sticky substance coated him in a thick layer of white.
*huff* *huff*
“Gosh Master, you couldn’t have been a little slower with the release? I haven’t even done anything really naughty to you yet~”
Giving the Master the courtesy of a couple minute’s break time, Astolfo then pushed him onto the bed in a reversal!
“Ehehehe~ Now it’s my turn to be on top! I know how much Master likes my boobies, so now you get to feel the full force of my patented tit fuck~”
*plap!* *plap!* *plap!*
“Unngghh! God! Shit!”
Compared to the warm hole of Astolfo’s mouth, the smacking and sandwiching of his mammoth breasts was a different yet equally intensely pleasurable feeling.
“Kyahahaha! Your penis will never escape the confines of my tit pussy!”
“Hargh! Gyargh!”
*plap!* *plap!* *plap!*
There was no way the smoosh and squish of Astolfo’s boobs couldn’t satisfy his Master, and sooner rather than later…
“Astolfo! I’m ready to cum again!”
“Do it! Make my tits pregnant with your seed!”
“HURGYARGH!!!”
*spurt!* *spurt!* *spurt!*
A big shot of cum splattered all over Astolfo’s chest!
*huff* *huff*
“Phew! It’s a lot of physical effort to match the movement of my fat sacks to your own pumping pecker. Did you know that, Master”
“Mmm…I might only have one more round left in me.”
“Good enough for me~”
Lifting himself off the Master, he laid on his back and spread his supple legs open.
“I’m all yours, Master~ Shove that dick of yours into me right this instant!”
*smack!* *smack!* *smack!*
“Ahiyangh!~ Gyanhff!~ Ohmph!~”
Abiding by his servant’s wishes, Master gave his penis the propensity to grind Astolfo’s vagina in a mating press!
“Hiyompf!~ Nyaraghmph!~ Aiyeargh!~”
This is what it was all about.
“Kyahyanh!~ Ououffh!~ Unffgh!~”
All Astolfo ever wanted for years.
“Aeihn!~ Nyoomph!~ Eyahnh!~”
Finally, this is what it truly meant to be a woman.
“Astolfo, I’m gonna do it!”
“That’s right! Please! Screw me so hard my brain won’t think straight!”
“HAAAAHHH!!! I’M CUMMING!!!”
“OOAAHHNNMMPPHH!!! ME TOO!!!”
*spurt!* *spurt!* *spurt!*
All kinds of fluids got exchanged in the battle of the sexes, leaving the two of them altogether a hot, sweaty, and tired mess collectively.
“*huff* *huff* God damn it Astolfo, your body’s really a knockout.”
“Ehehe~ Thank you so much, Master!”
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bed.”
“At least use my soft body as your hug pillow before you drift off to sleep, Master.”
“You’re the boss.”
Snuggling his arms in front of Master’s stomach, Astolfo hugged him tight, pert breasts pressing against his back.
“(I can’t believe that Master’s so willing to have sex with me nowadays…that wouldn’t have ever happened without Bremy’s help.)”
Pinching a few key sensitive areas of note, Astolfo gave his sexy body one last gloss over.
“(Yup, jaw-dropping gorgeous. But at what cost to Bremy’s soul? I don’t even hear or feel her any more…)”
It was radio silence on Bremy’s end ever since Astolfo’s reaffirmation of his new feminine self a few months back.
“(Oh, for crying out loud! Cut it out, Astolfo! She even gave her approval herself that I could take care of her body from now on!)”
And yet, it never hurt to say his concerns out loud to no one in particular.
“Bremy, I’ll say it as many times as I need to; thank you so much for helping me fulfill my dreams of being a capable, tantalizing lady. I promise I’ll never let go of your body for as long as I live, ever.”
“Mmph…what was that, Astolfo?”
“Nothing, Master. Go back to bed.”
Turning around, Master rested his face betwixt Astolfo’s comforting rack as the pretty boy-no, girl closed her eyes, knowing that from tomorrow onward it would continue to be the best days of her life.