[Filth, Muscle Growth, Shortstack TF, MILF TF, Partial TF]

Blair was a devious individual. But even somebody like her needed a vacation. Which meant that somebody had to take over from where she left off. And she couldn't just give that duty to any old joe schmoe. Because they would just misuse her power. Not because they'd abuse it, but because they wouldn't abuse it! Her power was there to be used, not kept nice and tight and secured for some crummy rainy day! Her power was supposed to be abused so the user could have as much devious fun as they'd like!

Which was why she decided to leave it with the one person who would be able to handle it. Well, she thought he'd be able to handle it. Right before that power would overwhelm him and force him to abuse it. And that person? That was Kurosaki Ichigo, a young man who had gone through far too much already to the point where he really didn't need another problem resting on his back. Which was another reason why Blair had decided to give him her power. Just to mess with him a little more. Besides, if he bothered to try and abuse the power, he'd find that he could make life a lot easier.

"The hell happened to me..!?" Unfortunately, Ichigo wasn't about to think about any of this being normal. Because as he looked at himself in the mirror, he was anything but normal. While he was lucky enough to not inherit Blair's fat fucking dark tits, the parts of her body that he had inherited alongside her powers were practically impossible to hide even then.

Whether it was those fat and pursed cockpillows that were just begging for a cute cock to slurp on, a cock that was so dark that it made him look even paler than usual as the enormous size threatened to break free from his pants, and a set of cheeks that were not only so sweaty that they had already soaked their way through his pants. Which did make them stretchier which prevented them from snapping every time he drew breath and the waistband was tested by the sheer amount of jiggling, but it also made them extra smelly. Especially that donut hiding between those cheeks. It always smelled like something had slipped out, despite not a single speck of gas managing to work its way out.

It's not like Ichigo knew why he had woken up with a fat black ass, a fat set of lips and an equally big black cock. And he definitely didn't like it, because he could barely fit into anything. All his boxers tore apart when he tried to get his cock into them, and the ones that he tried to tug over his ass ended up disintegrating and turning into ash the second the scent from his ass started to meld together with the fabric. It was a never ending cycle of making his life a never ending nightmare...

At least his family was currently out. None of them were home, so he could try his best to solve all of this all on his own. Worry less about what they would think when they saw him, and then just... Worry about figuring out how to solve this all on his own. Maybe he could get ahold of one of the other Soul Reapers, maybe they'd-

*Knock knock* "Ichigo! Open up this instant! Do you know what it means to humiliate a Quincy by calling them out for a meeting in the park and then not showing up on time?!"

Ichigo felt his heart sink a little. Ah. He just remembered. He had promised his friends that he'd show up for a get together. They were going to head out and enjoy themselves together because school was out, and they just wanted to enjoy life. It's not like he wanted to disappoint them, but there was no way that he was showing them what he looked like right now. Maybe if he just headed back upstairs and hid aw-

The door to his home was rather rudely knocked down courtesy of one of his other friends, the currently not-too-thrilled Kuchiki Rukia. "It's not just Quincies that end up pissed if you don't show up, Ichigo. The least you could do is say something." She said, eyes currently narrowed as she walked inside, with her other friends following behind her.

Ishida Uryu and Inoue Orihime. One of Ichigo's closest friends and rivals, and the girl that had gotten even closer to him as their love quietly bloomed with every time that he managed to save her. They, alongside Rukia, were going to spend their day together with Ichigo. And regardless of his current wishes, they were going to get their day's worth of friendship out of him one way or another.

Ichigo barely had a moment to hide behind a wall, with Orihime catching a glimpse of something black that wasn't the young man's Soul Reaper uniform. "Ichigo? Is everything okay? You could've just called if there was something wrong." The sweet-hearted girl said as she took slow steps towards her friend. She didn't want to make him feel like she was getting on his case. She knew how hard it could be to admit something.

"If any of you three bitches say a thing about my current look, you're going between these cheeks." Ichigo said as he steeled himself. He barely even realized how his speech had been twisted by his lips, nor did he really care. He just wanted to get all of this over with, and if he could make them go home then that'd be great.

All three of his friends just watched as he crept out from behind the wall, with Orihime blankly blinking the second she noticed the thick black schlong trying to escape from his pants. It was such a big thing that she couldn't possibly miss it, she just didn't know what she could say about it. It was... Impressive in a lot of ways.

"What in the world happened to you?" Rukia asked, stepping closer to try and figure out if she could detect something. Okay, she didn't enjoy being called a bitch or anything by her friend, but at least she knew that it might be because of those fat lips of his. Whatever had happened to him had also affected his speech...

Uryu, on the other hand, was this close to popping a blood vessel. "Listen here, Ichigo! If anybody's the bitch, it's you! You're the one who didn't send advance notice when you ended up sick, and look at what happened! Not to mention that fat ass of yours is so distracting it's making me want to deafen myself! HOW IS IT CLAPPING WHEN YOU'RE DOING NOTHING BUT BREATHING!?"

Ichigo looked at all three of his friends, and he felt his heart twisting ever so slightly. He was looking at everything but their faces. He was looking at Orihime's fat tits, the breasts that were just barely hidden underneath Rukia's uniform, and the tight ass hidden inside of Uryu's pants. Just the sight of them like this was enough to drive him mad. He wanted to.. .He wanted to completely and utterly ruin them and make them even more exaggerated than he was. But indulging in that want was going to ruin his friendship with them, wasn't it?

"I thought you heard what I said." Ichigo's lips acted independently of him, the near bratty and almost womanly voice leaving his lips sounded more angrier than before. "You, Uryu! Get your tight ass over here, you're going between these cheeks first for being a real bitch!"

"A Quincy does not listen to-" Uryu tried to fight back against the bratty command that Ichigo had given him, but he found that his body was doing exactly what the foul-reared young man had told him to. "Ichigo! Whatever you're doing, stop it right this instant!" The bespectacled young man said, doing his very best to struggle to absolutely no avail.

"Ichigo!" Rukia shouted as she tried to grab her friend, only for Ichigo to rapidly grab ahold of her and squeeze her tightly by the breast, causing her to blush wildly as she tried to struggle free from the grip. "What are you doing?!"

Ichigo licked his lips a little, while his mind tried to wrestle control back. His corrupted body, fueled by Blair's delightful tastes, didn't want to let go of both of the friends that he had gotten ahold of. Whether it was squeezing tighter into that nice and firm tit, or watching Uryu approach. "You gon' be a bitch too, Orihime, or you gon' be a good girl?" He asked, his speech rapidly degrading further and further as his lips controlled every aspect of his words. He wanted to tell her to get away from him and run away, but that clearly wasn't in the cards.

Orihime felt her heart trembling as she... She decided to be a good girl, slowly getting down on all fours as she crawled towards the bulge in his pants. She wasn't going to focus on either those lips or that fat ass that was so mesmerizing. No, the big black cock was what she was attracted to. It lured her in. She wanted it. She needed it. So much so that her eyes had already started to turn into hearts.

With all three of them this close to him, Ichigo's body thought that it was time to properly fix them all. And so, as Uryu crept close to his ass, as Orihime got nice and cozy with his cock, and as he wrapped his arm around Rukia instead of groping her so forcibly that she couldn't break free... As his mind tried to shout and make his body stop all of this...

His body made them all three fit his taste all at once. Letting his big fat lips push up against Rukia's own, all while forcing his tongue into her mouth as it could get a couple of tastes of her mouth in the process. Letting his cock practically slap Orihime as it grew nice and erect in response to her presence, its musk quickly sank into her nose as she was overwhelmed by the heat. And letting his ass push up against Uryu as he let a single thing echo out through the Kurosaki Clinic-

*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*

Ichigo's eyes rolled into the back of his head as even his mind was overwhelmed by the pleasure of letting it rip. That foul black gas that left his hole was even more pungent than any kind of gas that a human was able to produce. It was so powerful that the color was draining from the floor and the walls around the foursome, all eroded by the sheer potency of all that stink...

By letting loose that fart, his efforts to ruin his other friends progressed smoothly as well. Because his cock just drooled out a thick glob right onto Orihime's face, letting it practically swallow her as he thrust his tongue deeper into Rukia's mouth, pressing those lips even further up against her to make sure that she had gotten everything out of the kiss that she possibly could...

All of these actions were sinking into his friends. Whether it was the kiss that imprinted upon Rukia, which felt like it came from such a beauty that it made her heart tremble while her body grew thicker. Whether it was Orihime getting a taste of all the smells and the delicious juices that poured down onto her. Whether it was Uryu being forced to inhale all of those corroding smells that were infesting his mind and popping every single thought of his as they replaced them and made them even worse. Every single one of his friends were being corrupted and molded into something new, all thanks to the different ways that he had interacted with them using the parts of his body that Blair had enhanced.

In Rukia's case, the intense kiss that she had felt was quick to completely and utterly ruin her mind. It was like every kiss had plastered right up against her brain, and the faint smell leaving Ichigo's lips had rotted out the rest of it. With every passing second, her bulging body made up for her brain getting a fatal dose of boy kisses.

By the time that her body was well and truly thickened out to the point where she looked more muscled than one of the Eleventh Division's finest. In fact, she looked so much like them that she was practically begging for a fight already. It's just that her brain had been so thoroughly poisoned by those kisses that her understanding of a fight had degraded in the process.

Of course, it wasn't just her body growing nice and muscly that constituted her change, nor was it her dwindling intellect. No, she was going to be as manly as somebody that deserved those kisses. And as a result, her naked pussy drooled for the last time before a massive cock, one that wasn't quite as big as the one that was currently filling Orihime's lungs with all of its black potency, but it was still very impressive in its own right. That, and it was just as musky as the cock down below. In fact, Rukia was stinking all over the place, not that she... Well, not that he'd realize. Because he was too dim at this point, too focused on his body just being all sorts of hot...

Speaking of Orihime, she was quickly plumping out in all the right ways. Maturity rushing onto her figure as she aged about a decade or two. But not in the bad way, it only just served to add a lot of cushion to her curves and make her look even better. Especially as her lips pursed together and grew nice and plump, perfect for the big black cock that was drooling onto her.

But becoming a nice mature beauty wasn't the only thing that Orihime did. No, her hair quickly turned nice and brown as she started to bulge out with muscle just like Rukia had. But it wasn't because she was about to turn into a himbo. No, the way that her hair grew nice and short, some of the orange still managing to hide away on the inside of her hairdo, seemed to indicate what had happened to her.

In every way, besides those subtle traces of her original self poking out like her hair's color, made Orihime a dead ringer for a matured Niijima Makoto. One of Blair's favorite girls, and the kind that she always wanted to see slobber over her fat cock. So much so that Orihime was struggling to not just dig in and slurp up that cock as much as she possibly could, already drooling like mad...

As Orihime slobbered over that cock that was still filling her nose with all that wonderful musk, barely aware of the himbo's cum drooling down on her head in the process, Uryu was being forcibly remolded by the smell rushing around inside him. Burning away at his sensibilities as everything bad about him was rapidly being intensified.

But in exchange for all of the good, something had to change to emphasize the bad. As a result, Uryu's tall body quickly shrunk further and further until his head was practically at eye level with the ass that he was currently busy huffing. And where did all that size go? Why, it went straight to his ass. Sure, he didn't have a cock nearly as big as Ichigo's, but he had an ass that was proportionally bigger. So what if he looked like he was so much younger than him? It just meant that he had a bunch of time to grow. Which meant that his ass would be even bigger than Ichigo's. Even stinkier too, for sure. There was no way that Ichigo was going to be the stinkiest one of them when everything was said and done..!

Ichigo let out a deep sigh of relief as he forced his friends off him. Or well, he just released Uryu and let the fat-assed boy fall onto the floor. He barely even realized that he had climaxed from farting that hard, and he almost felt like he could regain control during this moment of pure relief and bliss...

"Hey! You can't just stop farting!" Uryu shouted as he quickly got back onto his feet, his pants totally and absolutely soaked thanks to the many cummies that he had made when he huffed the much bigger youth's ass and swallowed every speck of his farts. "Keep farting! I'll show you that I can fart harder!" He cried out, struggling as he pushed... And absolutely nothing came out of those fat and extra clappy asscheeks...

Rukia just blinked a little as he giggled looking down at Ichigo. Not only had he grown nice and muscly and big, but he had managed to actually tower over the young man a little. "Hows about another one of those kisses, Ichigo..?" He didn't really mind being turned into such a hunk. He just wanted to feel good and get kissed more.

"Mmmph, give me more of this meat... I don't wanna end up like Sae, I want to relax when I get home..." Orihime muttered as she gave that black slab of meat kiss after kiss, a subtle spade appearing on her cheek as she let more and more of that delicious smell slowly sink into her. It felt so good to indulge. Even though she was acting like she was somebody else.

Ichigo only just barely managed to realize what had happened to his friends. He had managed to corrupt them into horny stereotypes. He had even managed to change Orihime to the point where she wasn't even herself. And yet... And yet..!

God it felt good to be worshiped like this. Maybe he should... Maybe, just maybe, he should abuse this power. I-It's fine. He could use it to fix them... And then corrupt them again... And then repeat the cycle over and over...

A lewd grin worked its way onto his face. He was totally and completely in control of himself, as bright new ideas on how to bully his friends started to bubble around inside his mind…