[Corruption, Clown TF, Genderswap (Female to Male)]

“Mmmm… No, this doesn’t work at all…”

A tired voice echoed through a lone room in Mimoto High, a young lass slowly falling onto a chair. It had been a while since she stepped into this room, to the point where the sun was starting to set outside. And yet…

The masterpiece that she had intended to draw wasn’t there. Instead, there was just a mishmash of colors. The chaotic representation of her own life, contrasted with her constant and orderly studies. She was a paradox, a walking tug-of-war match between her own desires and her attempts to fulfill her obligations.

Her name was Momiji Hanairo. A red-headed girl with a lot on her mind. She was a high-scoring student in her class, but that didn’t mean much to her. Nor did it mean much to her parents. They always wanted her to do better, even though the only person above her was always doing perfect in every test which meant there was no way for her to catch up.

Momiji sighed as she took down the canvas that she had painted on, putting it under her arm as she walked out the door. She needed time to breathe before she came home to another tongue-lashing…

“Well well, what do we have here?”

She paused as she looked straight ahead, blinking a couple of times as a shorter green-haired boy stood outside in the hall, as if he had been waiting for her. Not only that, but the stuff that he wore made it clear that he definitely wasn’t… Normal? Who would wear a bodysuit that showed off so much yet kept so much pinned underneath at the same time?

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Momiji asked, putting one hand on the canvas. If need be, she’d smash the boy with it. Should he turn out to be some sort of dangerous individual. Better safe than sorry in that regard.

The boy giggled a little, shaking his head. “Oh, you don’t need to worry about little old me. I’m already dry, I’m not going to blow my load all over you.” He chimed, his innuendos rolling straight through the girl’s head as he smiled from ear to ear.

“...Come again?” The redhead tilted her head. What were the words he used? How could a boy as young as he use them in such an erotic fashion? And beyond that, who was he? “I… I asked you before, what’s your name? I’m kind of in a hurry.”

The boy continued giggling as he stepped out of her way, backing all the way up towards the wall with a laugh emphasizing every step. “My name, my dear, is King Cobra. Don’t wear it out, it’s not going to tighten up like my hole will.”

“Please stop.” Momiji muttered as she had already had quite enough of his innuendos. “Anyway… Why were you waiting there..?” She asked again, walking out of her ‘personal studio’, which really just amounted to an empty club room.

King Cobra fidgeted back and forth, panting a little. “I caught a scent that I just couldn’t resist. Something that got me all restless, you know?” He giggled, letting his fingers trail their way across his thighs. “The scent of responsibility weighing down on somebody that needs to loosen up…”

This was enough to make the redhead flinch. “What do you mean.” She asked, her voice growing deeper. What did he know about her? How long had he been observing her? What did he want to do with her studies?

“You know what I mean, Mo~mi~ji~” The melodic tune that left the boy’s lips swiveled around the would-be-artist, as he suddenly slipped straight past her and snatched the canvas from her hands. “See? Here it is. The stench of abandoning responsibility and letting your own wants and needs drive you.”

Momiji blinked as she realized what happened, nearly diving for the boy in an attempt to get her canvas back. “That doesn’t belong to you!” She shouted, trying to grab the boy before he got too ahead of himself.

“Ahahaha! Of course it doesn’t, but it represents something utterly amazing! Something that I love to see!” Cobra laughed as he snaked his way around the girl, dodging her attempts to stop her with nothing but the limberness of his body. “Your complete dedication to your craft, despite anything that might get in your way! The chaos of your life when you try to do anything but it! It’s a beautiful work of art, and I want you to indulge!”

He dodged her next attempted swipe by sliding through her legs, letting her grab the canvas in the process as she scowled towards him. “What are you even saying? What ARE you?” The redhead shouted, her cheeks flushing bright red as she looked at her canvas…

Only to see a rather… immodest looking depiction of herself displayed on the surface of it. One utterly decorated and smothered in colors, as if she had been swallowed by the chaos that tried to consume her life. “...What am I…”

“That, Momiji, would be your climax. When you give in and just ignore all the bad stuff, and just dedicate yourself. That’s what’s going to happen.” Cobra giggled, as he snapped his fingers and a golden bracelet popped into his palm. “And I can help you get that nice climax. You just need to trust in me.”

Momiji was skeptical. Not just because of what she saw, but because the boy was… Well, he was suspicious. How couldn’t he be? He just showed up out of nowhere and claimed to know things about her that she didn’t. That was the pinnacle of being suspicious.

And yet, she couldn’t help but think that he was right about a few things. And that picture of her, though as garish as it was thanks to all the colors… It resonated with her. “Alright. What do you get out of it?”

“Of course you had to ask. But don’t worry! I like to watch.” Cobra giggled as he handed her the bracelet, before stretching his arms a little. “All you gotta do is use it, and then things’ll click into place before you know it. You’ll be happier than you ever could’ve been, and we’ll both walk away from this with a climax on the rise.”

Momiji really, really didn’t like how he talked. But the allure of the bracelet was too great to ignore. It was what she needed. At least, if she were to believe him. So why shouldn’t she just put it on?

“...Hold this.” She muttered, handing the boy the canvas as she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist, taking a deep breath as she felt the cold metal brush up against her skin.

Cobra smiled from ear to ear as he put the painted canvas off to the side, as he slowly watched the girl lose her balance and fall onto her butt…

Only for a loud HONK to echo through the air, courtesy of the glow that had started down there. It was enough to make the redhead blink in an attempt to figure out what just happened, her mind too slow to keep up with reality.

“Hehehe…” Momiji giggled, her mind still having trouble catching up. It was actually kinda funny that her butt made that sound, but it wasn’t the only thing that could make a sound, was it? If her curves made that sound, then…

The curious redhead, whose body started glowing brighter and brighter as the glow spread across her body, grabbed ahold of her tits and sank her fat fingers straight into them before squeezing tight, causing a much powerful stereo-styled HONK to echo all around.

Hah! She was making funny noises! And they weren’t coming from just one place either, if she tried to squeeze another part of her body that wasn’t as pronounced as her balloons or her buns, it still made that sorta honk! It was great!

The more she squeezed, the more relieved she felt. It was like she was one giant stress ball! And the honking just helped that feeling. She just wanted to squeeze and squeeze and squee-

*POP*

A shriek of pure pleasure left Momiji’s lips as she squeezed a little too tight, causing her body to pop. Or rather, something popped alright. But it exposed something underneath. Something that was nice and chalk white, yet at the same time shiny and glossy...

The curious girl tugged on the hole in her skin, pulling away the plain jane that had been busy trying to paint her masterpiece. Her very self was basically torn apart thanks to her own curiosity, leaving behind something wildly different, a mockery of her own self.

Standing in the middle of the hall was… A boy. That was the only thing you could properly describe the chalk-white individual as, considering most of his features were currently pressed down against his body by the shiny stuff that covered him. It was like he was one big latex canvas to be painted on, lacking a lot of the features that would make him stand out.

“Gimme.” The transformed boy motioned towards the canvas that he had been obsessed with when he was still a girl, giggling a little like the boy that had encouraged him to transform like this.

Cobra was happy to do so, tossing the canvas over to his fellow boy while rubbing his hands together. Oh, he always loved when the people he found were into the roles he wanted to push them towards.

‘Momiji’ ‘smiled’, or at least what his nearly featureless face could do that resembled a smile before he caught the canvas, spinning it around with his heart pumping out against his chest.

Such a nice array of colors on this. Such a wonderful array. But he could use them! He could do a lot with them!

Like smashing that entire canvas over his face, smashing the colors onto his uncolored body! That would let it spray across him, give him the color that he needed!

He laughed as a mouth quickly colored itself in, with bright and almost prismatic lipstick coloring them. The first of many colorful pieces added to his otherwise featureless body. Then came his dress, which stretched all the way from his head and down to his feet, with every stripe to his dress being a different color giving him just as much of a prismatic look.

The boy stretched and laughed, the color giving him everything he needed. The creativity to let loose. The freedom to be what he wanted to be. The chance to just spread everything that had been in his heart…

And the sign that he had gotten what he wanted? He didn’t care that he looked utterly ridiculous. He didn’t care that a red nose had popped its way onto his real nose, because the honking noise that it made was perfect for him. He didn’t care about the seemingly fake and kinda fritzy afro that stood atop of his head like a proper clown’s hairdo looking as cheap as it did, because he could show off his new aesthetic that was capped off by it.

Finally… He didn’t care that he looked like somebody vomited colors onto a canvas. Because that’s what he was. A clown of color. The colorful chaos of life itself. Colos! No, wait, that didn’t work right. He needed something that rolled off the tongue…

Chaos Chroma? Chroma Chaos? Whichever it was, they both started with the same two letters! ChCh! So… Cha-cha! That was his name from now on! He could figure out what it actually stood for in the future, but the colorful clown ChCh was ready to have the time of his life!

The boy that had converted him just laughed as the walking latex-canvas skipped off into the distance, his bulge bouncing between his thighs. The sight was enough to make Cobra just sigh in delight. He had found quite the fun specimen this time.

Now, to see if he would last long enough to get the climax he wanted out of him. And have a bit of fun while he was at it, as the kingly boy’s hand snuck towards his own bulge...