[Reality Shift, Tatsumaki TF, Femboy, Gas]

Sometimes, life didn’t like you. And it wanted to bully you into submission. Sometimes it just really didn’t want you to succeed. And sometimes it wanted to make sure you knew that.

Ken Sasaki knew that feeling all too well. He didn’t know that the reason why life had it out for him was because of his rather possessive Mother casting a curse on him when he was younger, to make sure that he learned to appreciate other people and eventually find somebody that he could truly love, because he always ended up pissing people off somehow. And that cycle led to the curse activating and causing him pain.

But that wasn’t the only time where he had to accept life dealing him a bad hand. His Mother was quite the famous woman after all, at least that’s the only thing he could gather based on all the people that kept coming onto him because of his connection to her. None quite as annoying or as ever-present as the overly dramatic ‘Hades’, who had been a thorn in his side ever since he started his delivery gig.

Without fail, that annoying bastard would show up at the end of his daily route, spew all sorts of nonsense about how the two were meant to fight on that day for the hand of his Mother… And without fail, Ken would knock him flat on his ass because he was rambling like a madman who hadn’t taken his meds. Honestly, what was he thinking? Did he ever think before he started talking?

Regardless, that was part of the boy’s life. His long and annoying life where he’d either get bothered by his customers due to the curse that ran through his body and controlled his life, or bothered by that overly dramatic idiot that didn’t know how to take a hint. At least after all of that, he had the chance to just sit back and relax in bed, maybe send a message to a couple of his friends when he actually bothered to call them…

But all of that would change. Because as much as he didn’t care for that ‘Hades’ chump, he cared a lot about all the defeats he suffered at the hands of his beloved’s son. And even though he had promised never to properly hurt a hair on anything that belonged to his beloved, he had to bend the rules ever slightly just this once.

Hades was going to make sure that the boy paid for what he had done. And it would all start at the end of his delivery route, the very next day.

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“Ahaha! Ahahahaha! You utter fool! You absolute idiot! You’ve entered my space, without even thinking about the consequences! What are you, a moron?!”

The overly dramatic chump laughed in the face of the black-haired boy, who was currently unarmed thanks to no pizzas being involved in today’s route. And yet, that probably made him more dangerous considering the several bandages covering the laughing man’s body…

“You again? Don’t you ever learn?” Ken sighed, scratching the back of his head. He just wanted to go home and talk to those friends of his, the ones that had… Actually, the last time he talked to them caused them to end up in quite the smorgasboard of trouble last halloween. But dammit, they were actually fun to talk to.

Hades continued laughing in the face of the young man’s frustrated proclamation. “Indeed! As we are but sworn enemies, I will always show up when you least expect it! I will have the hand of your Mother, regardless if you allow me or not!” He laughed and laughed as he boasted, flexing his (non-existent) muscles in the process. “Just try to stop me, young man!”

“You really want another beating.” The black-haired youth exhaled as he pinched the bridge of his nose, before jumping into a stance. “You’re not going to get Mom. Okay? She’s busy having fun with Dad, whatever that fun is. She never tells me, and I don’t wanna know.” He muttered, averting his eyes. The less he knew about what those two got up to, the better.

His overdramatic enemy continued to laugh in the face of his denial. “Oh, I would love to put fist against fist like we always do, but unfortunately for you, my inner power is overflowing! And a man without foresight, you’ve fallen directly into my trap! BEHOLD!”

Before Ken had a chance to understand what the hell the idiot was talking about, he noticed that his eye was starting to glow. A powerful, destructive force was trying to escape that eyeball, prompting the boy to try to dodge out of the way of anything that shot out of it.

Unfortunately, even trying to dodge was a foolish move. The second he tried to dive, he felt his balance suddenly shift, causing him to let out a girly moan. “The hell..?” He muttered, not damaged by the fall, though his body seemed to jiggle at a certain point…

“Hahahahaha! My power! It’s working as impressively as I expected it to! Twisting your form into one of your favorites! Twisting it into something that I can deal with that won’t cause me trouble!” Hades laughed, explaining his power in detail. Because of course he would, the boy not knowing about his awesome power was just awful. He should understand what he was up against!

Ken didn’t understand. He really didn’t. It was a bunch of fucking nonsense that never made any sense. Why couldn’t he just say things as plainly as humanly possible?! Couldn’t he just speak ENGLISH!?

The anger in the boy’s heart was fueling the overdramatic person’s power, using it as the spark that drove him towards one of his favorite characters. Something that the idiot could defeat without breaking a sweat. Something short and cute.

And right now, the only short and cute thing on the boy’s mind was somebody that happened to get just as angry as him on occasion, though if Hades could read that same mind he would’ve realized just how terrible his decision to transform the boy had been.

Ken let out a loud cry as he got up, his body having shrunken a little. Just about a head’s worth, making him barely reach up to the other man’s chest. All while all of that size transferred straight down into his buttocks, making them practically hang off his waist like a set of balloons trembling with something stuck inside them.

It wasn’t just his body that was being changed. His outfit, which was more punk-like, molded together until it looked like a proper dress. A single slab of cloth that was cut into several small shreds near the waist, forming a strange skirt that blew around in the wind.

“You are the worst, the absolute worst..!” The boy shouted, his voice causing the air around him to blow away and making his titanic and trembling derriere bounce all over at the same time, as a soft green glow started to cover him.

Hades laughed, oh, he had succeeded! His cursed power, the power to transform somebody into what he desired, had worked! Of course, there were downsides. He knew that much. But surely the boy hadn’t realized what affected his power and what could turn it against him.

“Look at how cute you are! I bet you’re going to shrink a little more, until you can barely look me in the eye!” The overdramatic man continued to laugh, recklessly approaching the green-glowing boy without even thinking about the consequences. Why should he? He was tiny, he couldn’t hurt him in the slightest!

Which was exactly when the pressure exerted by the younger boy overwhelmed him, slamming him straight into the pavement and cratering him at the very same time.

“Listen here you absolute buffoon!” Ken shouted, his hair having turned green and curly, not unlike the girl whose form he now resembled. He had nearly turned into her, but the cock hanging freely between his thighs made it clear he hadn’t gone the full mile. “Do you not know the english language? Do you know who you’re dealing with?”

Hades nervously laughed as he slowly pulled himself out of the ground, shaking himself a bit as rocks popped out of his ears. “I-I can’t say I know, actually.” He muttered, his usual overdramatic routine cut short by just how swiftly the carpet had been pulled out from underneath him.

“Very well! You’re dealing with the great Storm of Submission! I hope you know what you’re in for, now that you’ve thoroughly pissed me off!” The green-haired boy clad in a black and girly dress cried out, his psychic pressure exerting on the world around him.

The overdramatic man felt the sweat running down the side of his head. Ah. The boy figured out that emotions can drastically alter what you end up as if you get hit by his power. And he had molded himself together with that ‘Tatsumaki’ chick that had been so popular around the net. Actually, didn’t his beloved Aphrodite dress up as her once? Oh, yes, yes she did. He had the ass-pics saved too-

Hades’ train of thought was cut short as he suddenly found himself smashed into the ground once again, though this time he faced the sky. Or rather, the mega-sized mounds that were now using his face as a stool. The same mounds that threatened to crush his head between them, if he made a wrong move.

“There. That should shut you up.” ‘Storm’ scoffed, crossing his legs as he slowly ran his fingers along his head-sized asscheeks. “Can’t believe you made me have to break these out. These idiot-smashing thighs and the Ass of Annihilation…”

Honestly, if the overdramatic man wasn’t currently experiencing several levels of pain rushing and wracking its way through his body at this very moment, he’d be proud of the boy for going ham on this kind of acting. Then again, the few times he had managed to land a weaker version of this power on him, he always came through with an impressive performance. Like Mother, like Son.

“Oi!” The green-haired boy shouted as he smashed his hand against his cheek, causing it to tremble and wobble all over as he tried to get his victim’s attention. “You don’t get to just lie there after going all quiet!” He shouted like the brat he had become, lifting his ass up ever slightly. “You have to show you want to repent, by servicing me!”

Hades looked up at that hefty ass, threatening to fall down on him and crush him in a more permanent matter. As well as the cock dangling between those legs… Which had grown bigger ever since he saw it the first time. Give it to Aphrodite’s son to turn his power against him in any way possible.

“Well? Are you going to show your appreciation for this?” ‘Storm’ asked, spreading those cheeks with both hands as he glared down at the overdramatic idiot. “Or am I going to have to destroy you until there’s nothing left but a smear on the ground?”

The answer that the idiot picked was to grab ahold of those very same cheeks, to support himself ever slightly, before he put his face straight up against that wonderful ass and pushed his lips against the hole stored between. He was going to worship this divine being in front of him. Partly to save his own skin…

And partly because he was beyond turned on, his pants tenting from how he was being dominated. This reminded him of the days where Aphrodite reminded him of the pecking order…

“Good. Goooooood…” ‘Storm’ let out a moan, drooling a little as he felt kiss upon kiss being planted on his anal ring, the thing throbbing and squeezing to try and catch those lips and force them deeper inside. He was horny. And he wanted much more than simple kisses.

Hades was clever enough, keeping his contact minimal while using one of his hands to stroke off the green-haired boy’s shaft. Just to give him a little more pleasure. He deserved it, after all. He was in control, and that meant that the idiot’s job was to make sure that he felt as good as possible.

The ‘Storm of Submission’ let out moan after moan, his cock drooling out pre by the bucket load as his ass continued to quiver. It even started clapping, both cheeks smashing together with every breath he drew. It felt so good to put that idiot in his place…

And yet. The cruelty in his heart. Born from the anger at that very same idiot, wasn’t satisfied. He still wanted to make sure that he suffered. And he was in the right place too.

The next time Hades put his silly little lips up against the young green-haired boy’s quivering ass, he suddenly got stuck. Not because he was caught when it was trying to suck him in, but because the pressure from the psychic boy had grabbed ahold of him.

“You did well to show me your devotion. But it’s not enough.” ‘Storm’ said as he licked his lips with malicious intent, his anal ring glowing just as green as the aura keeping the idiot locked close to it. “And for that, I’ll make sure you understand just why you should never go against me!”

The hole trembled. A stink slowly wafted forth, inching its way into the idiot’s nostrils. It was foul. It was terrible. It was outright sick. But it still approached. It couldn’t be stopped. And as soon as that dread settled in…

*BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP*

A massive wave of pure filth washed over Hades. A powerful green cloud completely covered him, smothering him and keeping him from breathing any fresh air. It was like a fist of pure gas had been smashed into his face, practically knocking him senseless but keeping him awake so he couldn’t ignore the stench that threatened to overwhelm him and consume him completely.

“What’s the matter? Where’s that bravado from earlier? This is what you earn for your behavior, accept it!” ‘Storm’ shouted and laughed, more and more of that noxious gas pouring out of his ass. Torturing the man that had turned him into this bratty replica of an equally bratty girl.

The man tried his best to endure. But as the gas seeped into every pore, overwhelming his very ability to think, he just started smiling. Because there was nothing he could do but feel the overwhelmingly shameful pleasure that came with getting farted all over by the boy that he worshipped. The very same pleasure that drove him to shamelessly cum in his pants, the sticky spot growing more obvious by the second.

His bratty icon let go of him, letting him collapse onto the pavement as he stretched his arms. “That’s much better. Finally, that idiot’s out of my sight. And now…”

Ken, alias the ‘Storm of Submission’, grinned from ear to ear. He was going to enjoy himself...