[Crossdressing]
“So, where’s my money, nerd?”
That was the voice of your bully. A bulky blonde boy who had more muscles than you could count. A boy that had tormented you since you were both in kindergarten. And yet despite all of that, he never aimed his hate and his distaste at anybody else. Just you.
You whimper as you reach into your pocket, only for the bully to notice something under your arm. Before you have a chance to hide it, he grabs it and starts giggling. “So this is what you’re into huh? Girls with style and a fat ass?”
He laughs at you harder, before grabbing you by the collar as his tone turns deadly. “Mall. Tomorrow. Noon. Got it, four-eyes?” He sets the terms and you nervously and rapidly nod, hoping not to get a fist driven straight into your face.
With that he leaves, leaving you without your favorite fapping fuel. At least he didn’t take your money this time.
The day after, you show up in the mall. Wondering what he was planning. Worrying that he might give you a beating beyond any beating he had ever given you…
“Hey! Heeeeey!” You suddenly hear a cheery voice cry out to you. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, so you turn away and hope for it to go away.
Unfortunately, the owner has other ideas. You feel your collar getting tugged, as you’re forced to look towards the source. And you see it.
A blonde girl, who seems almost a little familiar, decked out in the cutest designer clothes that money can buy… and a pair of mini shorts that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. “Hey cutie, wanna go on a date?”
You can’t say no. You don’t even know who she is, but you know saying no would probably be bad. So you go along with her, silently tenting down below as she whispers cute things into your ears…
All while blissfully unaware of who she really is, and why she had gone through the trouble of impressing the boy she loved for so long.
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[Girls Frontline Rebounding Weight Gain]
T-Dolls. More appropriately known as Tactical Dolls. Androids that replaced the common man on the battlefield, wielding their designated firearms and fighting until their last proverbial breath.
Many of them found pleasure in combat. Welrod was not one of them. The british-flavored T-Doll was the type to finish her assignment and then go straight back home to pig out. Something that she had previously been admonished for. Something she tried to fix over time, and eventually…
She managed to get to a level of strength that would make a bodybuilder blush. Not only that, but her reaction time, her performance, everything had improved thanks to her restraint.
“Mmhm. So, since I’ve been doing so good, it’s fine that I dig in, right?”
Unfortunately, she never understood the concept of diligence. Instead of keeping up with her regiment once she had impressed her commanding officer. As soon as all of that was done, she went straight back to what was important to her.
The worst part about it was the way that she still managed to deliver satisfactory performances, despite her unsightly form. Despite the union jack-flavored bra pushing out thanks to her breasts growing even saggier than they had ever been, or her pants threatening to tear themselves apart whenever she breathed wrong… She still landed every shot.
So, they let her pig out. They let her chow down as many doughnuts and as much sweet stuff as she could. Of course, when she’d finally end up as big as she once was, maybe they’d finally force her on a diet once more. Or maybe they’d just let her fall into the enemy’s hands for her cheeky behavior.
Whatever was the case, the british-flavored blonde just kept on chewing through everything she could. She had earned this. No matter what anybody said.
Now, maybe she should get some new pants, before these ones rip too much…
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[Girls Frontline Fat Stuckage]
“All units, assemble! We’ve got enemy T-Dolls inbound!”
The intercom blared through Welrod’s room, though it was muted compared to the way she eagerly consumed her latest batch of delicious goodies. It had been a few weeks since she arrived at the base, and this was what she typically got up to.
“Uuurp… Coming, coming…” The blonde T-Doll muttered as she slowly got up from her seat, stretching as she felt her belly jiggling all over the place. It had been a few days since she was in action thanks to the relative inactivity of the region, but now that everyone had to mobilize, so should she.
Welrod yawned and gasped as she waddled towards the door, immediately noticing an issue as she opened it. The accursed doorframe, the same thing that had admittedly trapped her inside this room. She just barely got through it when she went in here, and now… Well she had gained an inch or two on her hips, surely she could squeeze through.
She took a deep breath before loudly crying out. “Welrod, departing!” and then slamming her body straight up against the doorframe, pushing and shoving away at the rigid piece of architecture in an attempt to squeeze her way through.
Unfortunately, her hubris bit her in the butt. She wasn’t just an inch thicker. She was way thicker than that. And thus, most of her backside got stuck. In fact, despite getting her midsection partway through, it was now too pressured by the sides of the door for her to get it both further forward and back, leaving her…
Completely, and utterly, stuck in an embarrassing position. With her arms flailing around and her legs kicking in circles.
“...H-Help! I need help!” The immobilized T-Doll cried out, waving her arms around to try and attract anybody’s attention.
Welrod would eventually get free… At the cost of any dignity that she had left, and the promise of a diet to fix this heavy problem…
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[Persona 5 Brat Shotafication + Farts]
There were good arguments for going into Mementos by yourself. You could get all of the experience instead of sharing it between your allies. And you could get training against those that you weren’t usually equipped to deal with in a pinch.
Unfortunately, it also meant that you had nobody else to help you if things went south. Which was the case for Niijima Makoto, who was coughing after having been blasted straight in the face with some sort of foul scent.
By the time she regained her sight, she noticed that she seemed to be… Shorter. Entirely based on the fact that she couldn’t see the ceiling until far further down the pathway. Upon examining herself, that did seem to be the case.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t just the only thing. She had also been turned into a boy. No breasts, an adam's apple pushing out against her throat, and a disgustingly fat cock between her thighs. Yep, all signs that he had lost his womanhood.
He tried to stop himself from touching his cock. But that just made his pudgy shota tummy growl and tremble. He even tried to step away, but the sound made him freeze in place…
Just as a powerful *BRAP* shot out of his ass, his eyes quickly turning a devious red as he felt that scent consuming him from the inside now. He licked his lips and took another step, feeling the rush of air farting its way out of him to be the best thing ever…
Every fart made him lose a little more of himself, until the air around him had turned a thick and pungent green. And he licked his lips, filled with nothing but glee. He knew exactly what he was going to do with his new self…
Bury those dumb girls in his fat boy butt and make ‘em worship his stink, of course!
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[Symphogear Generification+Idol TF]
After everything that the Symphogear Candidates had gone through. Protecting the moon, putting it back in orbit, dealing with three generations worth of Alchemists, and then saving their loved ones to boot… They thought that they’d get a chance to breathe.
Unfortunately, none of them ever got that. Somebody got ahold of their employment papers, and before long, they were shipped off. Sold to the company that wanted them the most.
The ones that bought them didn’t pay much mind to their complaints. Whether it was Yukine’s screams of anger, or the resolute determination in Kazanari and Cadenzavna’s eyes. Nor the pleading from the other three.
All that these six were good for were their voices. But they didn’t need their distinct intonations. They just needed their bodies and the way that they could sing. So the first thing they were subjected to was a thorough scrubbing, to ensure that they wouldn’t be able to do anything but look pretty for their owners.
One by one, they were all made into the same kind of bland and brown-haired idol. Not a single detail was allowed to stand out. Not their colors, not their busts, nothing. All of it was made similar enough that you couldn’t tell a difference between them…
Then came their minds. Thoughts were erased, replaced with preppy pop that couldn’t be muted. Pop that was as vapid as they would be. The more it soaked into their heads, the more it became their lone sense of self. And by the time they were finished, they answered the exact same thing to every question they were given.
Eventually, they all came up on stage. Together. As a whole, not as individuals. As the Symphonizers, ready to sing the night away. All of them chanting in unison, no single speck of their former selves left.
“Listen, everyone! Hold our love close to your hearts, and let us soar away!”
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[RWBY Gross Gamer FTM]
“Great, shouldn’t have bet against Blake. Oh well, these things can’t be that bad. Right?”
Yang muttered to herself as she looked at a set of crusty, awful boxer shorts that her friends had found tossed into the garbage near one of the other dorms. It was clear that it belonged to somebody that had absolutely no understanding about personal hygiene… or women’s rights, considering that it had crude arrows pointing towards the spot where the fabric would sink into the man’s crack and then ‘women’ written at the end of both arrows.
“Gross.” She muttered, shaking her head as she just had to deal with this. She had already stripped down and it was just a matter of pulling them on… Even if they looked too big for her, considering how terribly stretched that waistband was.
As she managed to stick her legs through the bottom holes, she was wondering why she thought it had been too big. It was her size. Real snug too, as she pulled it up and over the rest of her fat and hairy legs…
“Mmmph, my favorite undies…” She drooled a little, unaware of how badly it looked like she stank. Whether it was the slight shade of green gas floating around her, or the way that those pants were dirty both in the front or the back...
Yang stretched a little, her hairy belly bouncing as she scratched the spot where her cock was snugly nestlin in her boxers. She could go for a real good game right about now… Or she could go oogle a couple of shitty girls. Maybe pin them down and ‘play’ with them too…
She was utterly unaware of how horrid she had gotten. And how little she cared, as she started waddling out of the room, intent on harassing a couple of girls and forcing them between her cheeks.
All to increase her gamerscore, of course.
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[Jõtaider Possession/Corruption]
“There! You’re not going to cause any more trouble, ever again! You got that, Atlas!?”
Mikai, the heroine of Mimoto City, had done it. She had stopped the big bad boy that had caused all the trouble. Or so she thought. He didn’t seem to be done, far from it.
“You really think you can just get your way by beating me up? Think again!” The albino boy cried out as he got back up onto his feet, throwing his suit off and revealing…
Not only his cock, but something wrapped around it. “I’m glad I got Seiryu to cook this one up for me. Now, accept me, Hero!” He laughed as he thrust his cock forward with gusto, causing a bright light to shoot out from it.
Mikai was too slow to react as the light made contact with her belly. She felt a tightness growing within her, and by the time she looked ahead once more, the boy had disappeared…
Of course he had disappeared. It was obvious. So obvious that she couldn’t help but grin.
The ‘Hero’ licked her lips as her body grew paler, her hair taking on a white shade as her stomach pushed out. She knew exactly why she had disappeared… Because she was him! Or he was her! She didn't really understand, and neither did he, but the point was that he had filled her with his essence!
‘Atlas’ licked her lips as she circled her now plump and protruding tummy, watching her belly button pop out as she giggled. Not only has she grown into quite the massive kind of bitch, but his essence was still nestling inside her. She was going to be quite the Mommy in a couple of weeks, but until then…
She let out a gasp as her cock shot up, brushing against that very same belly button. Oh yeah. She was going to make use of her new throbbing manhood. Especially with those ‘friends’ of hers…
The world would soon cower before her capitalistic might… And the might of her shitty son, once he popped out. She couldn’t wait…
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[My Hero Academia Race Change]
“Why won’t it get out of my head? I’m sure I beat that Villain, but it’s…”
Deku, the young Hero that had inherited One for All, was on one of his usual patrols. Just earlier he had managed to defeat quite the scandalous villain, a woman with a protruding posterior and a set of pants that did little to contain them. Not only that, but she sang about how thick her ‘booty’ was, enthralling everyone around her.
The song was frankly more than a little disturbing for somebody like him. He never knew that people could be that scandalous, much less that openly erotic. Well, he knew of Midnight, but she kept things to a certain level. This woman just sang about whatever came to her dirty dirty heart.
“Booty, booty, booty…” Deku muttered, not noticing that every time he said the word, his body started changing a little. Especially around that ass of his. An ass that was well-sculpted and trained from how hard he had been working to improve himself…
As he came to a stop atop of one of the rooftops, he started grinning a little. “Booty, booty, bootay!” He laughed, shaking his stuff as he felt the song reach all the way into his heart.
His skin had turned a deep and dark shade of brown. Just like the woman that had sung about everything that came to mind. His very costume had been changed, reduced to nothing more than a pair of booty shorts that did little to hide away either what was in the trunk or between his thighs.
“Mmmph, can’t wait to use this junk on one of those shitty heroes…” The corrupted Deku grinned as he slapped his ass, letting it wobble all over as his thoroughly thickened cock popped out from his waistband. Oh yeah. Once he was done mesmerizing them with his bootay, his cock would blow their minds even harder…
He was ready to take the world by storm with his ass. And if they resisted… They’d just get an up-close-and-personal taste before he’d give them some dark chocolate cock to chew on. Just to make it clear who was on top now…
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[Slutty Genderswap]
Life sucks when you’re cursed. Life sucks even harder when you have a curse that’s specifically designed to make love hard yet rewarding for you. And when that curse can’t find the right kind of lover for you, it has to improvise.
“What the fuck…” Ken muttered as he looked under his covers. Or rather, her covers. Sometime during the night, he had somehow managed to transform into a girl. A girl with thick dicksucking lips, big bright alluring bimbo eyes, pigtails that went all the way down to her ass, and a set of killer tits that would knock anybody out that dared to look at them for too long.
To say that she was shocked was one thing. But she couldn’t do anything about it. Especially not as a loud and powerful voice started to moan inside her mind. One that wanted nothing more than to have a little bit of fun with herself.
“Mmmmphh!” Ken, or Kenzie rather, quickly stuffed her bright pink fingernails straight into her hungry pussy. She didn’t understand how to masturbate, at least not consciously, but her horny and slutty body certainly understood. It knew what she needed. It always had. Because it always guided her along, just like the curse that had been pestering her for so long.
With every thrust from those glitzy fingers of hers, a little bit of her former self went away. His grumpy and ungrateful and almost tsundere-like self became little more than juice on the blankets below, replaced with the airheaded slut trying to get off. And as she managed to squirt her way across the orgasmic border, it was clear that there wasn’t anything left inside that big cute head of hers.
“Hehehehe… Oh, crap! School! I’ll miss all the hot boys!” Kenzie was just about to drift off to her dreams before realizing that she still had school. She quickly jumped out of bed and got dressed before heading out, her super high heels clacking as she awkwardly ran…
She had so many cocks to suck, she couldn’t afford to be late!
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[Jõtaider Brattification /w Filth]
“You again!? How do you keep popping up!? I just got done being a kid thanks to you, and now you’re… Okay, that’s probably why you’re here actually. Well! You’re not going to beat me this time! And you’re especially not turning me into a boy again!”
“How’d you do it!? How do you keep doing it!? I just got these cute panties from Mom, okay, I didn’t wanna ruin them with another big boy thingy! You’re the worst! The absolute worst! I’m going to punish you for real this time, don’t you think you can get away!”
“Well well, look whose luck ran out! Since you were such a big meanie that gave me such a big stinky cock, I guess I’m gonna take advantage of you being down there. Oh yes. You know exactly what I’m planning, don’t you?”
“Heh, you thought wrong. That’s it. Use that tongue of yours, scrub me clean. This is what you get for messing with the wrong brat. What, you didn’t wanna play with my donut? Well, tough shit! You’re the one who made me like this, you’re going to deal with it!”
“Oops, sorry! I forgot how gassy you made me. Look at all those hairs on you, they look like the spikes on a cactus. That fat fart must’ve really turned you on, huh? Well, there’s way more where that one came from. Just you wait. Sit tight, and let the bratty gas take you.”
“You’re back! And here I thought I hadn’t trained you hard enough with these farts. Guess you know you can’t live without them anymore. Good, good! Well, you know what to do, don’t you? Crawl down with your face facing up, and let me have a bit of fun using you as a seat.”
“Just breathe it all in, you shitty adult. Breathe in the gas of a brat that hates you and your guts.”