[Onahole TF]
Appearances can be deceiving. The people that seem normal and subdued on the surface can be deviants on the inside. That was the case for one young Natalie, whose private collection…
Well, to say that it took up most of her room was an understatement. Every wall, every shelf was decorated in stuff that would scare the most normal person out of their mind if they could even comprehend the degeneracy. Whether it was toys or clothes, or even figurines of characters that were even lewder dressed than anybody could’ve imagined.
That was Natalie’s pride. Her many toys. Her wonderful collection. In fact, she loved that collection so much that she couldn’t possibly stay away from them for long.
It got to the point where she felt the need to sleep with them. Not in the sense that she’d use them in her sleep, she already did that. It was more that she needed to sleep with them like they were plushies. They were that important to her.
Unfortunately for dear Natalie, she didn’t understand the dangers of sleeping with toys. In fact, despite her body slowly but surely turning a little rubbery over the course of several nights, she didn’t pay that strange change any mind. She just kept on using her toys and sleeping the night away with them…
One fateful morning, she couldn’t open her eyes. Because they were already open. She couldn’t move either, it was like she was paralyzed. Frozen in the spot. All she could do was wriggle around, just like…
Just like her toys did whenever she used them. That’s when it clicked, and when she saw herself in the bedroom mirror pointing towards her bed.
She was short. Stubby. Squishy. Rubbery. Meant to be used… She was an Onahole. Just like a lot of the toys she had slept with.
...And she couldn’t be happier, her body tightening in anticipation of being used by the one she loved most of all…
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[Persona 5 Milf TF + Shota + Farts]
“Ehehehehe…”
The cheeky laugh of one Niijima Makoto, who had been turned into a bratty boy thanks to his latest tour into the Metaverse, echoed through his home. He had so many devious little plans in mind, and he wanted to enact each and every one of them…
“...Makoto? Makoto, is that you?” Unfortunately, being a loud little gremlin of a boy tended to draw attention towards you. That was why Sae had managed to find him. Even if she didn’t understand why or how he was currently a young lad.
The brattified Phantom Thief laughed as he turned towards his big sister, licking his lips. “Heeeey Sae, you’re looking as slutty as ever!” He grinned from ear to ear, squirming a little as trails of his own stink slipped out between his cheeks.
“S-Slutty!? Who told you that you could… you could…” Just as quickly as the anger flushed onto his older sister’s face, it faded into nothing but an empty look, a bit of drool rushing out of her mouth.
It was easy to guess why. Her rapid sniffing gave it away. “Mmhm. You’re the sluttiest sister I could’ve ever wished for, Sae. Here, lemme give you a reminder!” The bratty boy laughed as he jumped up onto his sister’s shoulders.
*BRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPP*
Not a moment later and his cheeks unleashed everything they had pent up in there. Filthy green gasses overwhelmed the older girl, quickly staining away at her as she was infected with the same type of status as the brat.
Though for her, it did a few things differently. In fact, her curves practically exploded out of her outfit, the clothes shredding as her massive ass and tits bounced all over the place.
Sae’s lips plumped out as her eyes fluttered. As soon as she made eye-contact with that bulge, she couldn’t help herself.
The older sister gave herself up to her new role. To be nothing but a milfy slut for her bratty bro. The stinky bro who shoved his filthy cock inside her mouthpussy…
And she couldn’t be happier!
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[Symphogear Raceplay/Race Change]
“‘ey gurl, nice fat tits.”
The passing remark was aimed at one Yukine Chris. The foreigner who did it, who could barely speak japanese in the first place, didn’t know who he was dealing with. All he knew was that she was a fine piece of ass.
Unfortunately for him, he just had to try and tangle with a girl that was the proverbial equivalent of a firecracker. “The hell did you just say to me?!” She shrieked at him as the short and stacked girl grabbed him by his shirt, practically lifting him into the air as she glared directly into his eyes.
“Feisty bitch, aren’tcha?” The larger darker-skinned man laughed at her attempt to make him piss off. Heck, if she was a piece of meat from back home, he would’ve pinned her down right then and there…
Chris glared daggers. If she could use her Relic through her gaze, she would’ve. Instead, she just socked him one. It was the only thing he could think of doing. “You’re just like everyone else! A rude bastard who doesn’t know anything!” The white-haired girl screamed his ear off, not realizing that her skin was turning ever slightly paler the more she yelled at him.
“Y’know, you’re looking tastier by the minute. I think I’ll dig in anyway.” The larger foreigner grinned, not paying attention to her struggles as he reached down to his pants and unzipped, letting the monster within out.
The younger girl, who hadn’t yet noticed her change in skintone, suddenly paused as that massive shaft nearly smacked her in the face. Just looking at it was enough to make her salivate and for her hands to dive down towards her crotch. She wanted it. She wanted it so much…
Chris didn’t last long after that. In fact, her tastes changed drastically from that day. From short stubby guns, to big black cannons…
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[Girls Frontline Fats]
“How come you’re this fat when you sleep all day, G11?”
Those were the first words that left 416’s mouth when she saw her white-haired companion. The lazy T-Doll who never ever spent her days wide awake. Instead, she just preferred sleeping the day away. There was a good reason for it, as she had a higher rate of energy consumption than the rest of the girls in the squad, but that didn’t stop her allies from considering her a hindrance.
“Snacks.” G11 muttered as she popped open her latest bag of chips, pouring them all in without even blinking. She was still hungry. It was a pass time that she rarely got to enjoy thanks to the many missions that they were on. And because everyone else limited the kind of food she was allowed to eat…
416 just stared at her with a disappointed look on her face. She should’ve expected such a simple answer from the sleepy doll. “At least share some of those with the others. You don’t even give us anything, that’s why you end up so fat!” The aggressively minded T-Doll cried out as she slapped the shorter android on the cheeks.
The green-clad doll blinked a couple of times as she turned the bag of chips towards her friend. “You never ask.” The lazy doll muttered. Well, if she wanted some chips, who was she to deny her some? Especially since she had been nice enough to ask.
“I-... Never mind. Forget it. Just chow down like you usually do.” 416 muttered as she slowly walked out of the room. She genuinely didn’t know what to say to try and convince the shorter girl to get up and exercise. Much less stop eating.
G11 just watched her friend exit the room and shrugged, her belly keeping her pinned to the couch for the time being. Oh well, more time to chow down…
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[My Hero Academia Race Change/Cock Growth]
“Oh, ever since Deku started singing that weird song, I’ve been having these strange feelings…”
The voice of Uraraka Ochako echoed out through the sky as she leapt from rooftop to rooftop. She had been trying to apprehend a villain all day, and then Deku ended up bumping into her and then one thing led to another and now he considered himself a villain too. It was really weird and frustrating, but it was something that a hero in training like her should get used to dealing with.
She just had to avoid thinking about it for too long, and she should be safe. That’s what her teacher told her, after he recovered from an infection. Granted, she could barely remember what he was like when he was also like those two, but…
T-Those two… Their fat asses, their twerking meats bouncing all over the place. Her thoughts were practically glued to them, no matter how much she tried to stop them.
She wanted those asses. Oh she wanted them so much. In fact, the more she wanted them, the more that word that they kept repeating bounced around inside her head. She wanted it to stop, but she also wanted so much more of it. Just so that she could… Just so that she could blow it all to hell!
Uraraka’s skin tone deepened in a matter of seconds, falling prey to the villain’s sound based quirk. She could feel her outfit growing slim, practically reduced to a stingy bra and a pair of shorts that did absolutely little to hide her twerk-buns. But more than that…
“Mmmph, can’t wait to sink this thing into a piece of meat... “ The corrupted girl giggled as she squeezed her hand into her newly grown black cannon of a cock. Oh yes. She couldn’t wait to see all her friends’ faces when she whipped this thing out…
“Gunna make sure they know what to worship…” She licked her lips, hopping off to continue the spread of that villain’s influence…
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[Gassy Clown TF]
For once in Ken’s unfortunately short life, he managed to avoid getting affected by his curse on the way to school. Which meant that hopefully, the day would proceed without issue. Okay, maybe he’d end up cursing that weird chuunibyou man that kept bothering him and his mom, but that was bearable compared to one of his classmates turning into something terrible again.
“The hell is that smell? ...And why on god’s green earth is it so sugary?”
Unfortunately for the young man, his luck was as horrendous as ever. As soon as he stepped into class, he noticed a thick fog of glittery gas. The smell was better than what he came to expect, though that didn’t make it any better.
After blowing through the fog of glitter, he noticed what the source was. And the latest thing that he inadvertently transformed. A completely pale clown with a few colory spots on her body, and the fattest pair of tits and ass that he had ever seen.
“Ehehehe! Fun, fun!” The clowny girl giggled as her ass tooted with wild abandon, gas flying out from between her cheeks as well as the massive milky nipples sticking out from her titties. She was a gassy clown, and she wanted to show it off to everyone.
The more she made that gas, the more people started laughing around him. This time, the effects of the curse were contagious. Little by little, all of his friends and his classmates turned into horny clowns with fat asses, fat tits, and occasionally fat cocks from the few boys that were infected.
Ken couldn’t believe his eyes. Nor could he believe his nose. All of this was supposed to smell awful, and yet here he was, surrounded by a glittery mess of clown sluts that wanted him…
The saddest clown of all let out a powerful moan as his friends went to town on him…
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[Gyaru Makeover]
“Sachi, what’s the rush?”
Today was a day that seemed really normal. At least to the young Albert Grimwald, that’s what it should. But when he was suddenly and roughly pulled along by one of his girlfriends, he couldn’t put his finger on why she needed him so quickly.
“You promised me a little something a few days ago, don’t you remember? Or did I knock that out of your head?” The former delinquent who embraced her true self as a gyaru chimed, gently slapping her boyfriend on the cheek as she pushed him onto a chair meant specifically for him.
Albert blinked a couple of times, turning his head from side to side as he tried to remember what he had promised. “Uhhh… Is this about the makeover?”
“There you go. Thought you’d never remember. Since you’re my favorite little boy, and since you keep trying out new fashions, you promised to try mine out. And luckily, Alice decided to lend me a couple of things to make you stand out. You really do have such a great sister, Albert.” Sachi explained, giggling. Of course, she didn’t mention that she practically forced her to hand these things over, but the devil was in the details.
He grinned and giggled, keeping an eye on her as she went to work. Since his hair was already pretty colorful, she focused on the makeup and the spray tan. After all, you weren’t a proper Gyaruo if you didn’t have one.
By the time that he looked at himself in the mirror again, he looked like a whole new boy. Eyeshadow, makeup, lipstick, several cute features that further enhanced his natural feminine beauty… Which just made him giggle, liking the look more than he’d like to admit.
“I can’t wait to see how many boys’ll find this cute! Thanks a lot, Sachi!” Albert chimed, and his girlfriend just shook her head. Of course he was thinking about how he could lure boys in for a good fuck…
At least he was cute. Super, duper cute.
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[Jõtaider Chuuni nonsense]
“It’s over, Mikai! I have three powerful dragons, and you have nothing! You can’t defeat me, I’m the better player!”
Ken and Mikai had once again fallen victim to the absolute absurdity that was Hades’ power. Maybe it was intentional this time? Knowing the younger girl, it was absolutely possible. But she didn’t say anything about it, especially since she loved it when one of her best friends was having fun with things for once.
“You may have your dragons, Ken, but I still have one thing up my sleeve.” Mikai said as she drew her next card off the top of her deck, shuffling her hand back and forth. “Tell me. Do you know of any other way to win the game of Duel Monsters, Ken?”
He smirked. “There’s no other way to win than by running the opponent over with your might!” He was certain that he had this in the bag. And even if he didn’t, he had a backup plan. He knew just what he needed to do to make sure she’d regret challenging him.
“Oh, really? So you’ve never heard of this?” The sandy-blonde chimed as she turned one of her cards around. And instantly, his smug facade shattered.
Ken’s body was shivering all over. “E-Exodia!? You’ve got the rarest monster in the game?! That’s impossible!” He cried out, unable to believe what he was seeing.
“It’s not impossible if it’s my mother’s deck, Ken!” Mikai shouted as she slammed her entire hand down, revealing all five pieces. “Exodia! Obliterate him and his chances of winning!”
“NOOOOOOOOOO!”
The screams of one defeated boy echoed all around, the power of the chuuni god shattering little by little as their personalities were being returned to normal…
Mikai couldn’t help but giggle. Even though she had been forced into this reenactment… It was fun. It really was. Now, she just had to wake Ken back up after that mental break…
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[Girls Frontline Mutual Gain]
UMP9 and UMP45. Parts of a whole, considering their sisterly schtick. And while they weren’t really sisters, everything that they did made you think that they were. From the way that they cared for one another, to the way that they fought against one another for the most trivial of things.
But that was just one part of the family unit that they imitated. There was still much more to life than being sisters. Something that UMP9 had grown very fond of over the time she spent with her commander. The young little thing that always looked at her with such beautiful eyes.
...When her commander popped the question and asked to marry her, she didn’t hesitate. She carried the young girl into her arms and decided to take the next month off. All so that they could celebrate their honeymoon. 45 and the others could probably take care of things while they were gone.
“Nine, it’s morning, we’ve gotta go back soon...”
A loud groan echoed from both the commander and the T-Doll’s guts, a sign of what had happened while they were on honeymoon. As lovers do, they tend to spoil one another. Most of the food of course went to 9, considering the fact that she was technically the wife between the two, but that didn’t stop the commander from packing on the pounds either.
Instead of getting up and going home to the others, 9 grabbed her young wife and pulled her into her arms. Without clenching too tightly. “Ssssh. Just another week. Okay, dear?” She whispered into her ears, giggling a little as she kissed her on the cheek.
Her commander-turned-husband nodded. And she kissed her back, slowly snuggling closer. Even though they both should’ve returned long ago, their heavy bodies made that an issue…
And their love for one another would keep them away, for a long while longer. Their heavy, all-encompassing love…
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[Girls Frontline Fats]
“...G11. I have something to confess.”
“That you’re about as fat as I am and you get the reason why I’m being lazy?”
It had been a good three days since 416 asked for some chips from her partner. It had been two since she ordered a meal that could probably bankrupt any of their enemies. And it had been a day since she destoyed every single scale in the base. All of her effort to stay skinny had crumpled just from one kind gesture…
“...S-Since when did you get such a sharp mouth?” The larger girl muttered as she slowly waddled towards the couch that her friend was stuck on. All while showing off her fat trying to escape her clothes, and the smears of grease that was stuck to her skin. She had been… indulging.”
G11 grinned a little. She still looked as sleepy as ever, but there was a certain sense of schadenfreude about all of this. “Just imitating you. Y’know, like you’re doing to me.” She chimed, stretching a little as she sat up, occupying one half of the couch all by herself.
“You’re the worst, G11.” 416 muttered as she took a seat on the couch, feeling the legs underneath try their best to keep it standing. But with two incredibly heavy dolls on top of it, it was getting a little difficult. Maybe more than a little, considering the way that they were both grinding against one another for space…
The shorter of the two fatties looked up at her friend, before offering the same bag of chips that she had offered three days prior. “Want some?” She asked again, just like she had done back then.
“...Yeah. I think I do.” The taller of the two said, smiling just a little as she let the grumpy curtain get pulled back. After all, they were closer than ever, now that they were both the laziest bunch in the squad.
Thus, they indulged. And grew closer. Not as allies, but as something much more.