[Cardfight Vanguard Overdress Fat Stereotype Titboy]
Cardfights were hard. Yu-yu had learned that the hard way. But if there was one thing that could give him a bit of relief, it was putting that 'overdress' concept to good use in another context. In a context where he had control over what would happen.
While his Sisters had always loved to make him crossdress, Yu-yu didn't like that. Because people always thought that he was a girl. No, when he wanted to go out and be free, he liked to look like a boy. A real sexy boy...
Yu-yu let out a deep sigh as he put on the wig that served as the cornerstone of his crossdressed self. And the moment he did so, a wave of energy poured through him. A thick wave of energy that made his dress strain...
The top of his frilly dress started to tear as two tits that were even bigger than his head popped on out, while the rest of his dress strained in a similar fashion as his belly pushed out as well. Even though he had to fix the dress every single time he transformed, the sensation of having it tear against his body was a great motivator.
A sharp moan left his lips as Yu-yu's cock trembled against his incredibly lacy panties, growing nice and thick to go with his incredibly fat body. All while his tits and his belly bounced in tandem, a bit of cum drooling out onto the ground as he looked at himself in the mirror.
Compared to when he normally crossdressed, Yu-yu was anything but dainty. A fat pair of boy tits, an enormous belly that was ready for a fuck given the slight bit of tearing near his navel, and the cock and balls that poked their way out from under his skirt...
"Mmph... Me gonna love those boys long time..." Even his accent had broken, his words sounding more like a stereotypical asian woman than a cute boy...
But that was how he liked it. Being fat, big and ready for boys to play with. Having them screw him stupid would deal with all the stress that he had built up, ehehehe...
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[Bleach Racial Stereotype TF]
It was an ordinary day for Orihime and Ichigo. Or at least, that's what they thought. But somebody had been keeping an eye on the beautiful girl, and they didn't like how she treated the boy near him. No, he was practically dirt next to a queen like her.
"Are you sure you're okay, Orihime? There haven't been any Spirits following you, right?" Ichigo asked, expressing natural concern for the girl that he had grown close to.
Orihime just nodded and smiled. "Of course! I dunno why they'd follow me, anyway. Maybe because they want a bite to eat inside my bod-"
The girl didn't get the chance to hypothesize for long before the Spirit suddenly shot out from its hiding place, sinking into Orihime and forcing her to let out a moan as her hair turned from orange to bright blonde, with her tits growing even bigger and fatter while her outfit changed into that of a stereotypical soccer mom complete with tiger print for her bra.
"Hmph! Don't you dare talk to me, gook boy!" Orihime scoffed as she glared at the taller boy beside her. That yellow-skinned scum was probably trying to steal from her. Like all those asian bastards did!
Ichigo's heart skipped a beat as his girlfriend was suddenly changed into such a drastic form, prompting his own skin to yellow as her words became true. "Oh, soh sorree!" He lisped, his front teeth growing big and twangy as he became more of an asian stereotype, complete with his clothes changing into little more than a sling that cupped his privates. "For you, price free!"
Orihime rolled her eyes as she slapped that big yellow boytoy and yanked him towards the nearest alley. Damnit, he just had to be cheap. Especially now when she was this horny...
Fine. Indulging in a bit of yellow fever wouldn't make her a gook lover. Not while he was wrapped around her pinky...
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[FGO Bara TFTG]
"Listen, Senpai, you can't just go hang out with Mori all the time! We have to fix Human History!"
"Can't that wait, Mash? It's not like we're in that much of a hurry. We can head back there at any time."
"B-But..."
"Oh, I know why you want me to hurry. I've seen that look on your face before."
Mash's Senpai, Blair, grinned as she climbed out of bed and kissed her Mori Nagayoshi bodypillow goodnight, before turning her attention entirely on the eggplant that had bothered to try and wake her up from her Mori-filled dreams. "You're all jealous because I've been with him. But don't worry, Mash. You'll be a snack once these're done."
"What are you saying, Senpai? There's no way that I'd be-" Mash tried to protest, only for her to feel pulses of energy rushing through her as she noticed the lack of Command Seals on the back of her Senpai's hand. "S-Senpai, what'd you doooHHHHHH!"
Blair smiled and licked her plump lips as she watched Mash's body start to strain with muscle, all while that bed of purple hair started to turn nice and red just like the hunk she obsessed over. If Mash wanted her to obsess over and spend time with her, then she'd just have to end up just like Mori. Besides, she needed the muscle. She was doing her a favor, really.
Mash trembled and gasped as her femininity quickly went away. Replaced with muscle across her chest and thighs, inverted and turned into a cock hanging down below. Burned away as her skin turned nice and tan to go with this new masculinity. And as he became more and more like Mori, he was forced to let out a powerful moan as he had his very first male orgasm, his body trembling as he nearly collapsed against his Master.
"Mmmf... That felt real nice... Hey, Master, how 'bout we try that again?" Morish giggled as he licked his own lips, with the look of a pure himbo reflected in his eyes.
Blair didn't give him a verbal answer. She just kissed him and tugged him into bed, so she could have a bit of fun with him. Then she'd invite Mori to really spice things up later.
Mmmph, two himbo hunks just for her...
---
[Persona 5 Cursed Touch + Gas]
Joker's life had taken a turn for the worse ever since he encountered that tan-skinned afro-haired individual inside the Metaverse. It was like she was aware of what this entire world was, while at the same time not belonging to it. And before she could answer him, she decided to curse him instead.
Everyone he touched from that point onward ended up with the same afro and the same tanned skin, even if they remained roughly the same. Whether it was Ann, Makoto or Haru... Futaba wisely figured out what was wrong and stayed away.
"You've been kinda distant lately, Joker. Are you doing alright?" Ann had asked, as she touched his wrist to try and make him pop back out of this sudden shell...
*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAP*
Only for her skin to tan immediately and her hair to pop up in the same kind of fritzy afro as most of her original self poured right out of her ass in the form of a disgustingly thick fart. "'course you're alright, you're probably just suffering from ass withdrawal. Don't worry, I'll send you a vid with all the best shots when I'm done with my audition!" She laughed, all while her ass bounced left and right as she ran off.
Makoto didn't even bother asking about her leader's health, just touching him on the cheek to see if he had a fever. And in the process, she transformed much like Ann had, her tits popping out and straining against her netted top as her nipples poked out through them. Not only that, but there was a significant layer of sweat and grime on her body, as if she hadn't been washing herself. Giving her a filthy appeal that he couldn't possibly resist...
"Seems like you're all good. But if ya ever need anything, my puppies are here. You can just lose yourself in them like always, Joker." She'd tease him, bumping those puppies up against him before leaving without ever thinking she had been any different.
Finally, Haru understood not to touch him. But she, in a moment of weakness, decided to take a sip from his soda when they were at Big Bang Burger...
*Braaaaaap*
The sound of the seat creaking underneath the weight of her fat ass echoed out as Haru rested her tanned cheek on her hand, her fluffy hair turning into a proper afro before his eyes while the smell of her filthy cheeks poured on out. "You could've just asked to be my seat the moment we met, Joker. Don't worry, it's softer than it looks. And besides, you look like you're suffering from a bit of withdrawal. You can always stock up on your favorite smells when you're done there."
He didn't have a way to escape his allies from teasing or toying with him... And as they all transformed and brought emphasis to their fat tits or asses...
He wasn't sure if he wanted to escape...
---
[Persona 5 Manipulative Bitch TF]
"A shirt? From the Metaverse? I mean, I'm glad that you decided to give me one, but it's not cursed or anything, right?"
Makoto had very valid worries, but Joker didn't exactly know so he just shrugged his shoulders. He just wanted to see her wearing that shirt, since it was cute with how slim it was. Nice, plain, white and slim.
"If you think it's fine, then I'll trust you, Joker." Makoto said with a smile on her face as she slipped it on, letting out a satisfied sigh as it brushed up against her body. It was really nice and light. Not only that, it felt like it had been made just for her...
As she thought about how wonderfully that shirt fit on her, she didn't even notice her body growing fat within seconds. Stretching out the fabric as every little bit of that white shirt was getting dirtied thanks to the sweat pouring down the inner layer of her body. Sweat trapped within folds squirting out and dirtying it more and more, all while a significant amoutn of her flab started to sag underneath the shirt.
Joker was shocked to see how quickly and how drastically Makoto changed, all because of a simple shirt, but he didn't get the chance to express anything. Not before he felt his precious nuts in the vice grip of that fat girl he had considered a lover.
"Now, Joker, dear. I love you, you know I do. But you're not gonna be seeing other girls from now on. Alright?" Makoto said, her body rubbing up against his as her grip tightened ever slightly. "You're gonna stay completely faithful to your dear Makoto, riiiight?"
Faced with this new abusive and manipulative front, and the sensation of his balls being in mortal danger, Joker nodded... Only to let out a moan as she gave him a sudden and powerful handy, causing him to cream his pants and collapse against her.
"Good boy. You're mine, don't ever forget that." Makoto said, giggling as she mashed her lover up against her flabby and wet body, marking him and making sure nobody would steal him.
He was hers, after all...
---
[Mieruko-chan Possession + Gas]
Miko had seen a lot of ghosts and spirits. A lot of them were actively malicious, which was why she decided to not provoke them, since she knew they would find a way to kill her. Or do something way worse than that.
Which was why she wasn't enjoying the sight of a much more humanoid spirit grinning at her at all times. She knew that she was looking at her. She very much knew it. But she didn't bother acting on it. Because Miko would never truly admit that she was.
So instead this tanned spirit gremlin would mess with the people around her. Stuffing herself straight into the Hana, piercing straight through her purifying aura, to the black-haired girl's surprise, as Hana's skin started tanning ever slightly.
"Miko? Are you alright?" Hana asked, not seeming so bad on the surface. "You look really pale, maybe you need a butt-bun to cheer you up!" Ever the positive and extremely busty girl, she pushed up against Miko and invaded her personal space, hugging her nice and close as she gave her the offer.
"I-It's alright, Hana. I-I guess I do need something to pick me up." She didn't want to hurt her feelings... Especially not with that spirit inside her. So she just had to accept what she was offering and go along with it.
What Miko didn't expect was for her to end up right underneath Hana's butt in a matter of moments, with barely anybody batting an eye as all of this was happening, all while Hana giggled.
"One Hana-style butt-bun, coming right up!" Hana chimed as she rubbed that tanned butt of hers all over Miko's face, covering her in various greasy juices that definitely weren't there before. And right as it seemed like that was all that it was...
*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*
Miko was assaulted by a powerful and incredibly foul gust of green gas, causing her to very nearly pass out right then and there, not expecting the Spirit to do something so perverse.
Hana just grinned, her expression turning ever so slightly malicious thanks to the Spirit inside her, while she continued to rock back and forth to satisfy her friend's 'Hunger'...
All to see how long it would take before she'd admit she had seen the Spirit, so she could reward her...
---
[Bleach Corruptive Ass + Gas]
To Blair, there were quite a few hunks that she desired. And while she had moved onto greener pastures and bigger himbos that she could wrap around her pinky finger, there was one that she could always depend on. Kurosaki Ichigo. That boy would never do her wrong, and always be there when she needed him.
Which was why she blessed him with a bit of herself. Something that was quite restless, as it managed to wake Ichigo up with a rather loud and warm *BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP* echoing out through his room, quickly filling it with a powerful stink that was very different from his own odor.
"The hell?" Ichigo was quick to figure out what was wrong with him. Well, it wasn't hard to figure out when his pants had been swapped for a set of shorts that barely covered up his now tanned ass, especially as those very same cheeks started clapping against one another with every breath he drew. It was turning him on more than he'd like to admit.
With every clap, that tan started spreading across him more and more, causing the young man to tremble as pleasure poured through him. With every moment that the pleasure passed through, his pants strained more and more as his cock strained against the fabric, while the stench of his heavy balls poured out as well. He wasn't used to this kind of feeling, but it felt damn good. No, he had to control himself. Whatever this was, it wasn't supposed to happen. He didn't have a fat ass, nor a fat cock and balls, and he definitely didn't have them the day before. He had to fix this, before it was too late-
*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*
Another filthy fart slipped out from between his cheeks, containing every single inch of his resistance as his skin turned just as tan as the one that had given him that ass. His cock had burst free from his pants as well, confidently drooling cum onto the floor below as the air filled with his filthy balls' scent. All while a cheeky grin worked its way onto his face, his lips plumping up as he licked 'em.
Y'know, those friends of his could use some private time with this new ass of his...
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[Persona 5 Bodypart TF]
Makoto wanted to be stronger. But not because she wanted to beat something. No, she wanted to become stronger so she could be closer to Joker and be the best woman that he could possibly want.
Unfortunately, she let that wish flush through her mind while she was out training in the Metaverse. And as it was the combined subconscious of Humanity, it had a habit of granting wishes in ways that couldn't ever be predicted. Something she found out as a rush of power poured through her after she bashed another Shadow's face in.
"Am I growing stronger..?" Makoto asked, only to be overwhelmed by pleasure as she let out a scream, the waves of power pouring through her with even greater intensity than before...
The waves poured through her in five distinct areas. Her hair was the first to change, going from her usual plain hairdo to a long and wavy set of grey locks that felt like they belonged to somebody hailing from outer space.
Her tits pushed out as the power poured through her, mighty pale tits belonging to an altered King whose lance would lead to promised victory. All while the rest of her torso was covered in a deep black leotard.
Her legs thickened out and grew nice and dusky as they got covered in a slim layer of black stretchy fabric, filled with the agility of a cat while more than ready to kill at a moment's notice.
Muscles bulged out across her arms as they grew nice and masculine, taking on a mexican feel as it was like God and Devil were resting within each of her arms, ready to protect those she held dear.
And finally, as the power concentrated on her crotch, a might centaur-like horse cock shot out, filled with the fervor of a steed ready to serve its master..!
Makoto trembled as she processed all of these changes, before panting and gasping as her heart continued to beat harder and harder. Even though she looked so mismatched...
Joker would love her. That, she was absolutely certain of...
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[OC Christmas]
Christmas was one of the worst holidays of the year. That, Ken was absoutely certain of. Mostly because he had to deliver a crapton of gifts due to his job, but also because it was way too chummy for him. He liked being a loner and he didn't line having friends over.
Which was why his friends Albert and Mikai were there, giggling as he kept on being a real grump. To keep him company throughout Christmas, while his Mum was off catching up with a couple of friends.
"I'm so glad you decided to invite us over, Ken! Merry Christmas!" Albert chimed, the pink-haired femboy vibrating on the couch as he looked at the very meager amount of gifts under the tree. Just the concept of gifts being shared was more than enough for him to be happy.
Mikai giggled as well, looking towards Ken with a smile. "Thanks, Ken! It's been so long since I've had a Christmas with friends!" She chimed, rocking back and forth despite the mild glare she received from the edgy boy.
"You two really didn't have to come. I could've had fun all on my own." Ken muttered, a blush on his cheek. Underneath all that edginess, he really did appreciate their presence...
Which was all that his curse needed to kick into gear, Mikai and Albert suddenly stopping as their heads were very rapidly transformed into Ken's. The only difference between them was their hair, which remained the same.
"Ehhh? What do you mean? You're always trying to act like you wanna be alone, but you really like us a lot, so stop acting like you don't!" Albert-Ken cried out as he leapt off the couch.
Mikai-Ken was quick to follow, grabbing the edgy boy by the collar. "Yeah! You're a great friend! No being mopey when we're over, cuz you're just gonna be cuter when you do and it'll make me want to kiss you!"
Ken blinked rapidly as he barely understood what was going on, before both of the friends that now had his face pinned their lips against his cheeks...
And then pinned him down on the floor, both of them grinning a bit with a blush on their respective cheeks. Both of them were turned on thanks to this strange curse...
Ken... would be hard pressed to admit that this was a bad situation. Especially since it sounded like they were being entirely honest.
...Damnit, maybe Christmas wasn't so bad after all.
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[Atlas Spare Body + Gas]
Atlas Grimwald was a very powerful boy. A boy that could get practically anything, as long as he managed to pull a few strings and charm a few saps into doing what he wanted. And he certainly loved being so powerful. It was the very thing that drove him to grow even more powerful. Power fed into power...
Eventually, that power attracted the attention of somebody that was beyond his power. And even they were satisfied with his power, prompting them to leave him a gift that he could do anything with.
"I've received a lot of things over the years." Atlas said once he saw that gift, the fat-assed tanned bitch with the fritzy afro and the fat cock between those thighs, licking his lips a little as he put his hands on that gift's hair to support himself. "A body just for me is a new sight."
He wasn't the only one who was talking. The tanned body was talking just like him. It was like he was controlling her at the same time, causing him to lick his lips and his new fat-assed body's lips at the same time...
"Well, might as well take you for a spin, eh?" Atlas said as he started groping away at his chest with one hand, and squeezing his cock with one hand. Actions that the body that he had been gifted repeated, with the pleasure going straight to him.
The bizarre sight of Atlas fapping with his own cock while fapping with his new body's equally fat cock, while feeling the pleasure of the new body's fat tit, was causing both of their eyes to roll into the back of their heads, all as a pressure built down below..!
*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*
As the entire Atlas Corp penthouse was swallowed by a sudden and powerful bout of extremely noxious gas, Atlas coughed for but a moment before belting out a powerful laugh. All that gas had poured from his and his new body's holes...
And if that was what a simple fart could do, then he had a lot of filthy ideas in mind, a grin working its way onto both his and his new body's faces...