[Filth, Body Swap, Semi-Twin, Feminization, Mind Break]

The Time Patrol had many rules, but none perhaps as important as the one that codified their duties. Don't make any permanent changes. Even in the pockets of time that were dedicated to other timelines, that rule was still in effect. Even though time had already been rather egregiously altered in these pockets, it was not due to outside interference like what they were meant to handle.

But not everyone that was part of the Time Patrol cared about these finer details. Especially not Blair, who hadn't even been made part of the Patrol in the first place. No, she just hijacked a recruit's body and used it as her own, changing it until it was perfect for her. Both in terms of being nice and bottom heavy, and in terms of reflecting her usual dark-skinned and vitiligo-afflicted self. And since the recruit had barely even seen action yet, there was nobody that could tell that something was off about her. The only one that was truly aware of anything was her.

And what did she do with this nice body? Why, she decided to cause some chaos. Not by attracting attention to herself, even if she could probably enjoy a few hours alone with the version of Trunks that was part of the patrol. No, she just headed off to one of the rifts containing the most stable and yet obviously changed patches of time. The patch of time depicting Frieza's personal spacecraft. All so she could rise through the ranks and have a bit of fun.

And in the process of rising through the ranks, Blair caught the attention of one of Frieza’s most prized men. Captain Ginyu, the head of the Ginyu Force. Fascinated by the power she had at her disposal, he recruited her for a dangerous mission. Dealing with Lord Frieza’s brother, Cooler, and forcing him to obey the rule of his dear younger brother.

It was a mission that should be impossible. And yet Blair quickly demonstrated that there was much more to her than a simple glance could reveal. Thanks to her strength and Ginyu’s expertise in combat, they managed to defeat Cooler, leading them both to celebrate inside Frieza’s ship.

“I can’t believe I lost to a mere monkey.” Cooler scoffed. He hadn’t bothered returning to his regular form, as after suffering such a humiliating defeat, it would represent abandoning his pride even more than he already had.

Ginyu cast a simple glance towards his Lord’s brother, more than satisfied with what they had accomplished. And yet his gaze turned back towards Blair. That Saiyan had proven herself to be quite strong. Much stronger than she initially seemed. “Blair, you’ve done an excellent job today! Lord Frieza would be proud!”

"Thank you, Captain!" Blair smiled as she respectfully saluted. Ahhh... Such a beautiful and rugged man he was. Fighting alongside him had only served to prove that point. It was truly a shame that he had to abandon that body whenever he wanted to use his signature technique. But at the same time, if he wasn't in it... Then she could mold it to her own desires.

"You know, I like that body of yours. So full of power, so agile…” Ginyu snickered, as he took a single step back. “I think I’ll take it! CHANGE!” There was no good reason to mince words. He struck when she was most vulnerable… When she received praise from a superior officer!

Blair didn't have a chance to react, nor did she care to. As soon as Ginyu's energy poured from his mouth into hers, her own energy was forced out and into his body in turn. And what a body, it had so much untapped strength... Well then, that could only mean it wasn't his original body, given what she knew of his inability to draw out the true strength of his vessels.

Cooler laughed. There it was. Frieza’s precious Ginyu’s signature technique. How many bodies had he swiped over the years? It was hard to tell, and frankly none of his business. But yet again, he had cut off a potential ally for the sake of personal gain. Foolish monkey, trusting a man like him.

"Ahahaha... Now this really is a fine body!" Ginyu-Blair laughed as she started to rub her hands up against her body, licking her lips a little. The power was accompanied by a subtle layer of lust, one that she only really took notice of as she moved her hands further and further down and bumped them up against the unsubtle erection pushing against her tight shorts. "What!?"

Blair-Ginyu grinned. "Oh, my body's got a couple of surprises. I wonder if you can handle them, 'Captain'. Oh, I'm sorry, I'm in the Captains' body now, aren't I?" He snickered, all while watching his former body's expression quickly change from confident to shocked. Especially as she no doubt felt all the gas bubbling around inside her.

"W-What's happening to meeeEEEEE-"

*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*

Ginyu-Blair's voice echoed out right before the onslaught of filth overwhelmed her. She could feel it. She could feel the sheer level of pleasure pouring through her as the hot contents of her stomach were vacated through the hole in between her cheeks. It let powerful feelings rush out through her, all while cum quickly flooded out through her cock. It was all far too much for somebody like her, who had barely given any sort of attention to the sexual side of things.

The body thief let out more cries as she fell onto her knees, haplessly humping forward with her extra large cock as her stomach audibly and intensely groaned. That first fart had served to crack her psyche, and she had only just started letting loose.

*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*

"M-More... MORE!" And once the intense burst flowed out once more, with another few quieter *frrrts* following right behind it, there's no way that Ginyu-Blair could stop herself. It felt way too good. What was her life besides farting and enjoying the rush of pleasure anyway? She loved every moment of it, ehehehehe...

Blair-Ginyu smirked as he watched the body thief get a taste of her own medicine. Of course he had booby trapped his body... Or rather, nobody but him was able to handle just how filthy it was. Which was why Ginyu's ego was being erased with every fart that slipped from between her cheeks, utterly unable to do anything to stop it all.

“Impressive, worm. How do you feel about working for me instead of my lowly brother?” Cooler saw an opportunity. As disgusting as this monkey was, she had found a way to weaponize herself against the one that had stolen her body. And he could use that. But more importantly, he didn’t want her fury to turn against him.

“Ahahaha… Work with you? I have a much better idea.” Blair didn’t much care for the idea, instead having her true self pop out of Ginyu’s body, the dark-skinned spirit slamming straight into his body before he had a chance to react. “I think Lord Frieza could do with a much better brother. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to spoil him rotten!”

Cooler couldn’t fight back against what was happening to him. As soon as she slipped inside, it was already too late. A powerful *BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP* left his cheeks as his purple skin started to gain a couple of spots of black vitiligo, while those very same cheeks grew nice and plump to match the spirit that had flooded into him.

“Mmmpph… Always good to break in a new body…” Blair’s voice had taken on a masculine tint as he now occupied a wonderfully male body, with his new tail coiling around his cock. That thing was just as spotted as the rest of his body, though it was a lot girthier. Perfect for somebody as powerful as him.

The body he had abandoned was not completely empty, however. It now ran on his horny instinct. And like any good horny bastard, it didn’t take long for him to walk over and grab ahold of Blair’s former body, using her stinky hole as it was meant to be used. In the process, making Ginyu’s mind snap even harder.

Blair merely snickered as he watched Ginyu enjoy her new role, before taking off. He had so much he needed to do, now that he was Lord Frieza’s dear older brother.

Soon, this whole ship would be filled with sluts like Ginyu…

---

"Lord Blair. I have a question for you."

Blair turned towards the softer yet cruel tone that tried to catch his attention, before subtly grinning. Ah yes. Zarbon. That green-haired prissy bastard that was magnetically attracted to Frieza. Though Blair had wormed his way into being like a brother to Frieza, Zarbon was still one of his closest confidants. So if he wanted his dear brother all to himself, then breaking him would be a priority... But at the same time, breaking him would just be fun in general. He was lucky, considering how he approached her without even thinking about the potential danger.

"Ahhh, Zarbon. Let me guess. You're not too satisfied with somebody as beautiful as me making it up the ranks?" He mocked him. All things considered, he looked like a bit of a freak. Taking Cooler’s body and making it extra sexy and never really putting away his cock would do that. But it was thanks to the confident air around him that most people were able to call him beautiful. "I could give you a couple of tricks and tips if you want."

"Beautiful? You? Don't make me laugh." Zarbon scoffed. "In fact, let's just skip the questions. I can't stand looking at you, you're worse than Dodoria. And Lord Frieza doesn't deserve a disgusting brother like you." He smugly declared, as he held his hand out and started to charge his energy. It's not like he could dodge or prepare herself if he whipped it out right here and now.

And neither could he dodge or avoid his counterattack, which amounted to pulling him into a tight and strong hug as he forced his tongue in between his lips. French-kissing him all while letting his throbbing cock press against him. God, it felt so good to force himself upon somebody like him...

Once he let go of him, Zarbon tried to resume his assault with a disgusted look on his face. But instead of charging his energy, he found that his body started to transform instead. "What? No! I don't want anybody to see this form!" He shouted as he tried to suppress his transformation, but it was too late. Once it had been triggered, returning to normal was a very arduous process.

Blair squeezed his cock with his tail, riling himself up as he watched the twink bulk up. God, he was even hotter like this. It was one thing to have him as a prissy twink... But this bara bitch that was hidden underneath? That was so much better. Especially after he had put a few touches on him.

Zarbon was disgusted by his own forced transformation, and it only got worse as he realized that a lot of his strength was missing. Instead, he looked fat. His arms were flabby, his belly was pushing out... Everything about him seemed so weak on top of being ugly. And the only culprit could be that bitch in front of him. "You-"

The green-haired fatty let out a violent moan as he found a hand wrapped around his cock, and another sinking into the plump ass that he loathed oh-so-much. Why was he getting aroused from having his body toyed with like this? More importantly, why was he allowing him to play with him!?

"On your knees, Zarbon. That’s where pigs like you belong." Blair gave him a command, and the green fatty couldn’t go against his orders. He was such a tasty snack like this, but he had to make sure he was completely and utterly broken. Only then would he be satisfied with his work.

Zarbon tried to disobey. But Blair’s influence was all-consuming. It forced him onto his knees, his breathing growing heavier and heavier. He didn’t like any of this, and yet the more he submitted, the more he got to smell that bastard’s cock. That musk ruined more and more of his mind as he put his hands down the floor as well, sticking his ass into the air…

“What a good piggy slut you are, Zarbon.” Blair commended the former twink, before shifting his hands around slightly. One was now squeezing and fondling the heavy balls that were kept hidden underneath Zarbon’s gut… And the other was being shoved deep inside that fat hole between the green slut’s flabby cheeks, making sure that he was getting a taste of what it’d be like to have his hole filled.

Zarbon moaned like a real bitch. Gasping and panting and crying out without any chance to truly recover his dominance. He was pitiful. But he was learning his role in all of this. He was learning that he was there to be a plaything and nothing more. Having his cock manhandled while his hole spread further and further apart. All so he could only take the most hung cocks up his hole and be satisfied.

"What a good slut you are, Zarbon." Blair whispered into his slut's ear, right before practically punching his fist as deep into the hole as it could possibly go, before pulling out to examine his arm. It was nowhere near as filthy as he would like it, but it was covered in juices. The juices of a broken bitch.

Zarbon let out a powerful orgasmic cry, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he was forced to cum hopelessly onto the floor. His first and most potent orgasm as a pig. And it was hardly going to be his last, given the way his hole started to squeeze and suck on the air around it, trying to beckon a cock to slide inside.

Blair grinned. When a pig invited him like that, how could he possibly resist..?

---

"You are something else, Brother. Not only have you been awfully welcoming, but you’re also willing to train with me? Perhaps I’ve been wrong about you all along.”

"You just never listened to me, Brother. Now keep on squatting, you need to work on your leg strength if you want to truly make those monkeys squirm beneath you.”

Blair had done it. Thanks to a bit of smooth talk and some powerful demonstrations, he had managed to make Frieza believe that he had always been his brother.. And of course he took advantage of the opportunity. Why else would that powerful alien currently be squatting in front of her, with his hands behind his head?

The sight was humiliating. But Frieza had come to trust him. And it was that trust that he exploited, squatting down in front of him as he matched his tempo. All while his cock pulsed while kept snugly squeezed by his tail.  God, it felt good to exercise... But more importantly, it felt good to see the all-powerful Frieza doing the same kind of exercise as him...

Frieza, meanwhile, was starting to sweat a little. Not because he was winded from the squatting, far from it. No, it was because looking at his Brother was making something well up within him. "How do you know that this will give me the power I desire, Blair? Or is this all just some sort of trick?" He asked, an eyebrow raised as he kept on squatting. Up and down. Up and down. All while he felt his cheeks trembling in response to his repeated movements.

"Personal experience. You'll know when you've gained the strength you desire, Brother." Blair explained, though he didn't give him the whole truth. He especially didn't explain that he was waiting for his cheeks to firm up to the point where he couldn't protect himself. Once that happened, everything would fall into place.

Frieza scoffed. If his Brother was wrong, then he wouldn't feel bad about skewering his heart with one of his Death Beams. For now, he would repeat this foolish routine. Squatting again and again. There's no way that this would truly-

*BRRAAAAAAAAAPPP*

The white-hued alien's eyes widened as he was made to fart for the very first time. This was the first time that he had released gas in this fashion, much less so intensely. It was something that brought a blush to his cheeks... And more importantly...

It made him squat harder. He didn't know why he wanted to continue. Just that he was enjoying the sensation. Indeed, the more he squatted, the more his cheeks spread apart... And in turn, the more obvious the next few *BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*s were, the air around him filling up with his inner filth.

"That's it, Brother! That's the kind of filthy tyrant I knew you could be!" Blair cried out in delight as his own farts filled the air as well, *BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*s echoing from his rear as they formed a small symphony. A filthy orchestra, composed through nothing but their butts.

Frieza was getting more and more into this entire experience. Mostly because more and more of his mind was being farted out. He didn't care too much about the fact that this clearly wasn't making him stronger. The pleasure of it all was too strong. So much so that he didn't notice that there were other things that were happening to him.

Namely the fact that most of his body started to thicken in all the right spots, making him look much more human and feminine at the same time. Gone was most of his white skin, replaced with a golden shade of brown with patches of vitiligo all around. All while a mane of black hair grew, and his crotch started throbbing.

Truth be told, his race did not originally have much need for reproductive organs due to their complex reproductive cycle. But now that a cock suddenly sprung forth as his transformation progressed, he wasn't going to neglect it. He just grabbed ahold of it instead and licked his lips, pumping it back and forth in pure delight. Back and forth, up and down, all while continuing to squat.

Blair was doing the exact same as his dear Brother. Farting and masturbating, filling their little room with their idea of pure pleasure. So what if he had planted the tiniest seed of himself inside his Brother? He'd have a lot more fun if he was just like him. A horny bastard with a dominant cock and a horridly filthy attitude. Sure, Frieza wasn't going to be nearly as powerful as he was, at least in terms of stealing bodies and corrupting from to his liking... But he was going to be more than good enough.

*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*

Especially as the sound of his latest fart echoed out. Such a powerful thing, one that left him looking like a mixture of his golden form and a human. Not that becoming more human through his sexualization made him any less threatening, given the wicked grin on his face.

"Aaaahh... Now that was a workout." Frieza said, one hand still stroking his cock as it started to drool plenty of delicious looking cum. "Brother! You know what you must do, don't you?" He said, licking his lip as he presented his rod. The rod that was ever slightly bigger than Blair's...

Blair did as he was asked, turning around and presenting his ass to his Brother. All so he could skewer his hole and fill him with that wondrous pungent shaft, letting him cry out in delight as he let his cum splatter all over the place.

This little time rift that he had snuck into was now beyond repair. Ginyu turned into a horny bitch to be used by his own body for relief, Zarbon into a fat bottom pig, and Frieza turned into a stunning display of his own and humanity’s worst traits.

Blair had broken every rule in the Time Patrol handbook... and he'd break a few more, if it meant he could have as much fun as he did right now...