[Brat TF]

Dragons. Beings from another world that fit the description of the legendary creatures that had apparently roamed the land in the distant past. Mighty creatures that could toss out flames and use powers beyond humanity’s wildest imagination at the mere wave of their fingers.

And yet, despite all of their amazing powers, they were just as prone to being careless like humans were. None more so than the ever erotic Quetzatcoatl, or Lucoa as she preferred to be called in the present. Once worshipped as a goddess, now little more than a freeloader at a certain boy’s house after he ‘summoned her’.

What a pair they were. She would try and make plenty of moves on him, to try and make him fall victim to her alluring body. And he would rebuke her at every turn, doing his best to stay chaste. Not because he didn’t find her sexy or anything, it was exactly for that reason that he tried to avoid her. He was nowhere near ready for the kind of things she wanted to do to him.

It was because of this back and forth, where she would keep trying to assault him and pull him into her loving yet lusty arms only for him to escape and call her nothing more than a common succubus, that she had ended up in the situation that she was currently in.

Stuck outside. Waiting for the chance to be let back in. This time, he didn’t think she’d run away. Because he had been worried about her before. And every time he let his worried heart wander, she took advantage of him somehow. Today would be no different, as she just waited like she always did.

“He’ll come out eventually. He always does.” Lucoa said, slowly stretching as her breasts bounced thanks to the loose nature of her top. That thing could barely stay still, and she really did like the way it rubbed up against her whenever she was running…

But it didn’t help her in this situation. None of her feminine wiles did. Because the boy refused to come out and listen to her. So she’d have to turn to a different plan, one that she had been cooking up ever since he started growing just a little more assertive. A dragon like her, who was used to being insulted as a result of all of her wild parties, could take a lot of punishment. But his constant flip flopping between being grateful and displeased with her behavior had to come to an end.

The blonde dragoness’ eyes opened, as a swirl of energy gathered in the palm of her hand. A curse, specifically tailored to deal with him. Something that would bring out all of the confidence that he had buried deep within him. If he had to keep thinking of her as a demon, then she’d want him to at least be consistent about it. And who knows, maybe she’d get some action out of it in the process.

“Oh, Shouta-kun?” Lucoa giggled as she knocked on the door, swaying her shorts-covered hips from left to right. “Can’t we talk? I promise I won’t embarrass you! Really!” She chimed, leaning up against the door as she pressed her tits closer to it. “I promise I’ll try wearing something less provocative, if you just give me the chance!” Part of what she was saying was a lie, but she had lied when she was ‘summoned ‘in the first place, so it wasn’t like was betraying any sort of moral.

The door didn’t open, the boy clearly audible from behind the wooden slab. “Y-You’re just going to break your promise, like you always do, d-demon!” He cried out. Because he knew that she wasn’t to be trusted. She could never be trusted. The last time he trusted her, he got to see she didn’t wear underwear, and the visual of her naked crotch was still burned into her mind.

“Ara. You have my word as a demon, I won’t cause trouble, once I step inside. I promise.” She said, slowly dragging herself down the door as her nipples grew hard from the door grinding against her tits. Ahhh… Maybe she was enjoying the door’s foreplay a little too much. She should save it for when she made the boy as confident as he could be.

Shouta slowly opened up the door as he heard her honest promise. “You… You promise?” He asked, doing his best not to look her in the eyes, or at her chest, or at her hips. Even her feet, because he knew how dexterous she was with those toes and he didn’t want another toe-job if he could avoid it.

“Of course. Now, if you just let me in, I’ll go change. I’m sure your mother has something that fits me. She’s a good woman, after all.” Lucoa said as she slowly pulled herself off the door, to try and look a little presentable. To sell the illusion she was trying to maintain…

The door opened fully, as the boy put on the bravest face that he could. “W-Well, you better keep your promise, demon!” He cried out, unaware that he had just fallen straight into her trap.

“I would never break it, my dear Shouta-kun!” The blonde dragoness giggled, as she suddenly grabbed him by the junk and let the cursing energies start flowing through him. “I just didn’t say anything about doing it before I stepped inside though. Silly little Shouta-kun.”

His body immediately started to convulse as the foul energies from the ‘demon’ poured through him, gasps and moans leaving his lips as he tried to stagger away from her. But she had him firmly grasped by his family jewels. There was no way that he’d get away from her like this.

“S-Sto-stop!” Shouta cried out, unaware of his body being changed by the curse. His height, already not great due to his young age, shrunk a little so that he barely reached the older woman’s hips. Not that he needed to be bigger than that to have some fun with her.

The height wasn’t the only thing that changed about him as she poured more and more of that curse into him. His body was reacting quite well to it, expanding in all the right ways. His shoulders grew slimmer and more feminine, while his hips broadened as far as they possibly could, downright making his pants tear apart from the width. Not only that, but his ass…

Oh, his ass. It was so fat at this point that his underwear had already torn to shreds. The poor thing was like one long thong, that was the only part of it that hadn’t been shreded. And with how thick his rump was at this point, it was no wonder that it was digging as far into it as it possibly could. Thankfully, his pants were a bit more durable, but it wouldn’t be long before they’d tear as well.

Especially as the curse coalesced in the bulge that the ‘demon’ was all-too-happy to massage. With every little stroke of her fingers, another inch was added. The seconds ticked by as he kept moaning from her treatment, until the thing filled up one of his pants legs, barely visible behind the torn bit of cloth…

By the time that the curse stopped coursing through him, he looked downright perfect. He was a hunk, through and through. With an ass that could rival hers, and a cock that looked downright delicious. Not only that, but the look in his eyes was a lot less scared. Like he knew what he wanted. And that made her more than excited…

“Mmmph, you’re just the kind of boy I’ve always wanted, Shouta-kun!” Lucoa giggled as she started peppering his face with so many kisses that it was hard to really get a good look at him, lipstick covering up most of his features. Oh, she did love him so much. Like, beyond all compare.

He didn’t react initially, because what kind of boy could react after getting filled with a curse that drew out all of your inner confidence? In fact, the only part of him that really had a reaction to her treatment was his cock. The thing was trembling, throbbing even, as she started to play with it and coax it out of its clothy prison, all while pulling his head in between her tits.

Shouta let out moan after moan as his cock grew bigger and bigger, the thing eventually outgrowing his torso as it ripped itself out of his pants. He’d need brand new ones, but the ‘demon’ would be happy to lend her a pair of hers, considering how durable hers were.

The more she stroked, the bigger it got. His balls met a similar fate, each of them sloshing and filling up with plenty of seed to show just how virile he had become. A display of confidence in every sense of the word, that was what he amounted to with a body and a cock like this.

“Mmmph..!” The boy suddenly snapped back awake as his cock finished growing, having hit the three-foot mark once he pushed himself away from the overly affectionate ‘demon’. “Hands off, you awful bitch!” He cried out, without a hint of his usual insecurity. He was firm and steadfast now, though his assets would beg to differ as they began wobbling around when he raised his voice.

Lucoa blinked and flinched a little as he shouted at her. “W-What did you just call me, Shouta-kun?” Did she overdo it? He wasn’t supposed to get this caustic. He was just supposed to get nice and cozy with her curse, and then she could have fun with him once it was all said and done. He wasn’t actually supposed to be this mad.

“I called you an awful bitch! Seriously, do you ever take a moment to think about what you’re doing?!” Shouta shouted as he stepped closer, pushing his fingers into her tits with a violent look in his eyes. “You keep doing all this shit because you think nobody’s going to stop you! It’s really annoying, and you keep causing trouble for me and my family but most importantly me!” He shouted more, glaring straight into her eyes.

She let out moans as she felt those fingers sinking in, but he wasn’t done with her as he grabbed those tits properly, letting his fingers dig in. “And another thing! These cow tits, they don’t mean you have to act like some dumb bimbo! You’re smarter than that, I know you are! You just don’t try at all, you brainless booby-demon!” The boy cried out, letting his frustrations fly free. The bratty confidence inside him allowed him that privilege.

“Y-You..!” She shouted, her eyes opening wide as a fire started to burn inside them, wrestling him off her tits. Not a moment later, she grabbed him by the hair and by the base of his cock, tightening her grip as she yanked on both of them. “I definitely went overboard when I cursed you, Shouta-kun! Now you’re nothing more than a brat who thinks they can’t get punished for what they say!”

Her frown curved into a grin as she realized just what she could do, even as the boy struggled against her grip and whined about how it hurt to have the roots of his hair tugged on. “You know, that cock of yours… I think it’s the best way to shut you up, while I fix the bad parts of your confidence.”

Shouta tried to kick her, but his attempt to stretch out his leg just allowed her to aim his cock straight towards his lips, which immediately wrapped around the tip of the rod. With his screams and whining muffled by the thick rod, it was easy to adjust his position.

Lucoa put his shoulders against the ground, letting him lie partly down as she moved the hand on his cock down to his fat ass, squeezing tightly as she used it to guide the rod deeper into his mouth. She wanted to make sure she washed away all the bad words that left his mouth.

She had to admit though. This thing? This pillow he called an ass? It was actually softer than her tits. If she was good at doing one thing, it was making him appealing to the people around her. She could just grope the thing for hours, and she wouldn’t get bored. It was way too fun…

The bratty boy realized that he had a chance, even with his mouth stuffed full of his own cock, as he quickly swung his arms up to grab ahold of her hair. Because it was so damned long in comparison to his own, it was easy to yank on. And since he had the better grip, he could pull her real close to the cheeks she was obsessing over.

Shouta’s cock popped out of his mouth, drooling a bit of cum in the process, at the same time as the ‘demon’s face met his ass. “Serves you right! That’s what you’re good for! Not being an idiot or a nuisance, but kissing my fat ass!” He cried out, using his grip on her hair to grind her up against the best spots on his mountain of a rump.

Lucoa let out moan after moan, the pure scent of the boy’s musky rear being enough to make her eyes roll into the back of her head. It was intense. Was this the effect of her curse, or did he always smell this good? She couldn’t tell, all that she knew was that the pain of having her hair yanked like this was nothing compared to the pleasure pouring through her.

And it wasn’t just his ass either. That thick, now that it was freed from the boy’s mouth and allowed to stand up straight, was an equally good bit of him to worship. And he damn well knew it, because he yanked on her hair and pulled her towards it. Without doing much else, relying on her body to know what to do.

Shouta knew that she couldn’t resist. He could see it in her eyes. That lustful gaze that always peered towards him, now focused on what she actually wanted. That fat 3 foot long slab of meat that he had grown. Damnit, how was he going to get pants on now? Was he just going to have to wear the baggiest stuff? How was he going to get his cock out? Ahhh, so many terrible questions that needed to be answered.

Lucoa didn’t focus on him. She just focused on the important thing. That big slab of meat. And the balls that were trembling below it. Both were getting all the attention that she could give them, huffing and licking away at them, even sucking on those big cum-filled orbs as she wanted to feel the sensation of his seed rumbling around inside her mouth. She wanted everything, she wanted every little bit of him, no matter how much he could give her.

Of course, the more that she played with him, the more she started to change herself. Because you never interact with the person you’ve cursed, unless you want to catch the very same curse.

The more she worshipped his assets, especially his cock and his hole, giving each more than enough kisses, the more she started to change. And the first change came in the form of her body shrinking until there was basically nothing left of her. Leaving her barely taller than the boy she was worshipping.

Where did all of her height go? Why, to the rest of her body of course. Especially her tits and her ass. Both of which were already more than impressive if you just looked at them on their own, but the curse would help her develop both even more.

From a pair of tits that could probably crush a watermelon, the two melons grew until they were bigger than her head, and then a little more to the point where they were nearly reaching below her waist. In fact, they made up a majority of her torso’s size, and each of them were heavy enough to knock somebody senseless.

Her hips weren’t much better, as her shorts blatantly just snapped off. Having her ass completely exaggerated by the growth was too much for them to bear, causing her entire rump to wobble pleasantly up and down once it had been freed. Not that it mattered much, she didn’t care about her lack of clothes at this point.

Once she had been fully transformed into a brat, she went straight for the main source of food, pulling herself up ever slightly so her face was as close to the tip of his cock as it could be. And once she was right up against that tasty treat…

She pushed that fat thing right back into his mouth, forcing him to swallow the head when he couldn’t do anything to stop it. And once it was inside that nice hole, of course he couldn’t stop himself from cumming, causing the loads blowing out of his balls to immediately clog up his throat and leave him completely unable to swallow and making plenty of it drool out the sides of his mouth.

“Heh.” Lucoa giggled as her eyes took on a cruel look, her grip finally loosening as the boy let go of her hair, causing his cock to flop out of his mouth as a result, covering his poor face in more of his own seed in the process. She had the last laugh, despite his attempts to take control.

And yet she wasn’t done, as she pushed her foot right up against the flaccid member, causing it to start throbbing once more. “You think you get to rest, you shitty brat? I’ve still got plenty you need to feed…” She licked her lips, her eyes gleaming as she showed her true cololrs. Just like he had.

Round two was about to begin. What brat would come out on top? Nobody knew. All that was guaranteed, was the utter mess the house would end up in by the time they were done…