[Reality Shift, Genderswap, Yaoi]

It was supposed to be a routine trip to Mementos. That was what Joker had told his teammates. Train, catch up on some requests they had gotten, and then prepare for their next heist.

Supposed to was the operative word, because it didn’t go quite as any of them had planned. Their main request had been to investigate and find the Shadow belonging to a creepy Otaku that had been stalking his family whenever they went outside, and they wanted his heart to change so he’d realize why he was being such a creep.

Unfortunately, once they met the creep… Well, he didn’t take kindly to the appearance of the leader. Especially not with all the girls that followed his lead.

“You! You’re not allowed to live the life I want!” The disgusting Shadow cried out, hyperventilating just at the sight of the black-clad thief. It hated him. It hated him so much that it couldn’t stand it!

Not that Joker or his allies would let it stay alive. A fight broke out, and they hailed victorious with surprising ease. Because he was little more than a ball of pure lust, there was little he could do against the torrents of elemental attacks and the bullets that rained down upon him.

But once the battle was over, it was clear that the Shadow wasn’t done, as it laughed while growing distorted. “You…! YoU! YoU wOn’T eNjOy LiFe LiKe ThIs!” It cried out, laughter echoing around Mementos…

Until it received a bullet straight between the eyes, courtesy of the black-haired leader himself. It dissolved, and it seemed like they’d be done right then and there. The otaku would change for the better, realize what he was doing, and aim to try and be a better person.

...None of them realized that it had managed to put a curse on the lot of them, their bodies silently shifting while they made their way out of Mementos. Leaving a lasting impact that very few could actually recognize if pressed…

And thus, the day came to an end, and Joker fell asleep on his bed. Unaware of what had happened. Unaware of what would happen. Unaware of his own changes, as his dreams slowly twisted into a vision of what was to come…

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Joker woke up the next day in a cold sweat. The last things he could remember from the dream that had forced him to wake up, were the sight of so many cocks that he could hardly breathe. Which was strange, he was pretty good at handling lots of sausages…

He blinked a couple of times. No, that thought wasn’t right. That wasn’t right at all. He wasn’t into cocks. He was into thick, long logs that hung off boy’s crotches, ready to spear straight through him…

Sweat poured down his face. Okay, something was definitely wrong. First thing’s first, check his phone, see if anybody had messaged him during the night. Worst case scenario, this was all just part of a really weird dream…

His expression froze as each of his fellow Phantom Thieves, especially the girls, had sent him pictures of what looked like their cocks. It didn’t matter if it was the boys or the girls, each of them had a rod waiting in their messages, waiting for a reply from their leader.

And they were so varied too. From the surprisingly cute cock that could barely manage to stay bigger than an inch or two from Futaba, to the home-wrecker on Haru that nearly reached down to her knee, and all the other shapes and sizes from all the others.

Only Makoto’s stood out amongst the lot. Because she had decided to head into the Metaverse during the night, snapping a pic of her cock pressed underneath her thief outfit. Pinned against that latex, threatening to snap out with how thick it was…

Joker felt the sweat still pouring down his face. Good lord, this was too much. In fact, he was pretty sure he creamed himself somewhere along the first few cocks, and he could feel his body trembling as he noticed the subtle wet spot at the tip of the the brunette’s constricted cock, his covers growing awfully sticky as he had the most immodest orgasm in his entire life.

What had happened, exactly? Why were they sending cocks to him? More than that, how did all the girls have cocks? ...Well, that was easy to explain, now that he thought about it.

They weren’t girls. They had never been girls. They were always his cute boyfriends, teasing him about the fact that he wanted a harem of boys and nothing but boys, and this had been the perfect opportunity for it. That was why they wore all those tight costumes, except for Haru’s who had to go for something looser thanks to the size of his rod…

N-No, that couldn’t be right. He had just gone to Mementos with them the day before. And they all had breasts, hips that couldn’t lie, and he was pretty sure that there was nothing that phallic between their thighs. His memories couldn’t be lying. He had to be right, there was no other answer.

Joker hurriedly flicked through several images on his phone. He had saved tons of photos of the gang together. He knew that if he just looked at them, he’d be sure. There was no way that they’d also be boys in those pictures…

And yet. That’s exactly what they were. There was no such thing as girls in his friend circle. Just a bunch of boys, each of them standing out from one another in their own unique way. Even if the feminine ones were usually more stacked down below than their masculine counterparts.

Oh, and there were more pictures for him to enjoy too. Several pictures of the eight of them just enjoying themselves. They even got Morgana involved, but he usually just took the pictures for them. Especially for the more intimate stuff.

There were pictures of the eight Phantom Thieves sitting side by side, fapping to try and see who’d cum the latest. There were pictures of the lot of them all inside a pile, where you could hardly tell who was who, just that each of them were in the most enjoyable kinds of pleasure… And there were pictures of each of them on dates, usually resulting in a couple of voyeuristic pictures of them fucking in the near-open. Nobody would notice them, not even as they spit roasted him…

Just by looking at the pictures, Joker could feel his throat drying up. He hadn’t had a drink from his boyfriends in a while, he kinda needed a little slurp… N-No, he didn’t. That was all a bunch of nonsense..! There was no way that all of this could be right. These pictures were fabricated, they… they..!

Another text came in. And immediately, the picture became visible on his screen. It was Futaba’s cock. Still pitiful and small. Still adorable. And it couldn’t be from anybody but him. It was time to face reality. And realize that everyone that he knew, that he loved… were boys. Cute, horny boys that were happy to give him a taste of their meat.

A knock echoed from the door to his room, causing the boy to freeze as he looked towards it. He had a feeling he knew who was behind it, but he didn’t want to chance it as he quickly dove underneath his covers. Hoping that he’d just leave him alone. Just this once.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t lucky. Not in the slightest. The door got kicked open, courtesy of a cute ginger-haired boy grinning from ear to ear as he skipped inside.

“Joooooker! You better not be hiding from me!” Futaba cried out as he walked over to the bed, narrowing his eyes as he adjusted his glasses slightly. “Because you’re doing a reaaal shit job at it!”

The covers flew off, as he was forced to come face to face with one of the former girls turned cocky and horny boy. The latter especially obvious, because he wasn’t even wearing any pants. He was just letting his meat hang out, his cute sack dangling between his thighs.

“Seriously, hiding underneath the covers, when they’re wetter than my old fapping panties? Come on, try harder.” The ginger-haired boy sighed as he shook his head, before forcing that simple and short shaft towards his face. “Now come on. You gotta give me the morning blowie. You promised you would, when we went out for the first time.”

Joker didn’t remember that promise. The one he remembered was that he’d raw his ass every night. No, that one was definitely fake. So was the first promise. Damnit, whatever had turned the girls into boys was still affecting his mind, trying to erase his memories of when they were girls. Because they never were… N-No!

“What’s the matter?” Futaba said, pushing his short rod up against the leader’s cheek. “You’re looking so deep in thought. What do you have to think about? It’s just sucking cock. We’ve done this a thousand times. Just give it the lick, stick it in, and then slurp on it like a lollipop. Come onnnn.”

His frustration was palpable, as he didn’t even bother waiting. He just grabbed ahold of the black-haired boy’s cheeks, and shoved the thing straight in. Using his hole as a make-shift pussy and getting just the kind of tightness that he wanted, panting and moaning echoing from up above as he put his hips to the test…

Joker couldn’t do much against this. He could only sit there and take it. Because that was what he usually did when one of his boyfriends got frustrated with his insecurity. They made sure that he understood what kind of boundaries they had. And how little his mattered to them.

He could feel that small cock stroking against the insides of his mouth. He even feel it bumping against the back of his throat, causing him to tremble. It felt good, but in the worst way. He wasn’t supposed to enjoy this, he knew that.

Not that he could stop Futaba from letting his surprisingly girthy loads pour down his throat, a single thrust more being all that it took before the feminine boy climaxed and shot thick goop down his throat. Forcing him to swallow it all, staining the insides of his stomach white as they could be…

“Haaaah… that’s more like it.” The ginger-haired femboy sighed as he pulled out, stretching a little. “You better get ready, the others are gonna be here soon. Wouldn’t want to disappoint them and show that their favorite boy-hole’s too loose to have fun, would ya?” He grinned, stroking his shaft a little to make sure that he wasn’t getting too flaccid. There was still a lot more fun to be had.

Joker felt his body shivering, and his cock trembling within his thoroughly soaked undies. Not only that, but he could hear several steps approaching from outside his room. And given what the former girl who loved to wear that overly tight bodysuit whenever they were in the metaverse, there was only one answer as to who the steps could belong to.

Ann. Makoto. Haru. All of them ready to have fun, as their cocks were also hanging out. Though unlike their ginger friend, they instead went for bottoms that let them stay loose, instead of not bothering with wearing pants in the first place.

They didn’t need to say a thing. Not as they each grew erect upon seeing their slutty boyfriend, and the cum already slathered around his lips. Whether it was Ann’s thin and model-esque shaft, Makoto’s thick thing that had been pinned to her thigh, or the third leg hanging from Haru’s crotch, each of them were throbbing as they were pointed towards their horny leader.

He filled his undies with more cum, unknowing that it was the Shadow’s fault that his life had changed, as all four of his former girlfriends approached with grins on their faces…

Ah, to be used and abused by the boys he loved...