Kallen was enjoying a moment of respite in the student council shower, feeling the warm water of the shower coursing down her curvy form, when she heard a knock on the door, a male voice calling from outside.

“I’ve brought you a change of clothes.” Said Lelouch, the outfit neatly folded in his arms.

“You can come in,” Kallen reluctantly said, thinking about the extreme circumstances that would lead her to allow a boy she hardly knew into the bathroom. “I’ve drawn the curtain already.”

Kallen tugged the thin sheet across the bathtub she was standing in just fast enough to make it before Lelouch opened the door, the teenage mastermind getting a good look at her silhouette clearly visible through the veil. But before he could so much as say a word, reality shimmered, Lelouch being struck with a power greater than even the Geass in his eye, assuring that he would never be the same again.

The flat chest of Lelouch’s uniform was the first casualty of his sudden change, a slight bulge turning into a distinctly feminine roundness that was totally unfitting on his masculine frame, his body changing swiftly to correct this. His shoulders shrank inwards, his waist cinching and shaving inches off his figure, bones loudly cracking as immediately gained a girly profile, assisted by his rapidly expanding hips that pushed out well past his shoulders. HIs thighs swelled, pressing his thin pants out and threatening to tear the fabric as they doubled in thickness, then tripled, and his silhouette from Kallen’s perspective was now almost twice as wide as her own, distinctly pear-shaped with a femininity that she could only dream of achieving. Of course, with the same reality-changing energy washing over her like the water falling from the faucet, Kallen didn’t so much as raise an eyebrow at the sight that was taking place before her in a matter of seconds.

As if not to be outdone by his hips, the small but obvious breasts that Lelouch was growing began to blow up like a balloon, popping open the buttons on his uniform’s breast. The already awkwardly fitting uniform, the pants on the verge of ripping and the chest simultaneously suffocating him at the chest and dangling loosely at his delicate waist, began to change along with him, the jacket shrinking into a thin vest that opened up at the front and was designed to wrap around the outer curves of his head-sized boobs, revealing his breasts to the world, which were wrapped in an intentionally inadequate lacy black bra, enough to cover his nipples and the middle of his breasts, but leaving his cleavage and underboob totally exposed. A green tie and white collar appeared around his neck and dangled down the slope of his cleavage, the uniform turning into a sexy parody of the female Ashford Academy uniform. The fabric around his shoulders vanished, the sleeves tightening against his rapidly slimming and feminine arms as long, fingerless opera gloves, his fingers tipped with inch long painted nails, his body losing any trace of body hair just in time for the reveal of his silky smooth skin.

With his top half transformed, the rest of the uniform followed suit. His pants split into a miniskirt and thigh-high stockings with an obvious garterbelt, the tiny skirt barely enough to cover his massive ass, and in fact made no attempt, merely being an accessory while the majority of his bubble butt was on display. His height began to rise from her shoes turning into enormous platform stripper heels, easily gaining six inches off the platforms alone, resulting in him towering over the average man, the perfect height to envelop their face in her breasts.  If one peered under at the lacy panties that matched his bra, one would have noticed a rapidly shrinking bulge that faded away to reveal a tight camel toe, officially turning Lelouch from a he to a she. Even had she kept it, none would have questioned her womanliness with those insane curves. Her breasts, as if unsatisfied with being outdone by her ass and hips, began ton inflate again, growing and growing until their sheer weight, even as perky as they were, led them to cover most of her smooth belly with their sheer size, appearing as soft, milky beach balls wrapped in a fetishistic outfit that would have made a stripper blush.

Finally, as if one core part of Lelouch’s identity had held on until the last second, it was time for her already androgynous face to embrace the exaggerated parody the rest of her body had become. Her lips puffed up as if stung by a bee, turning into thick dick-sucking lips that were swiftly coated in a thick layer of dark lipstick, matching eyeshadow appearing around her eyes while her eyelashes grew long, thick, and heavily bathed in mascara, fluttering enticingly with each blink of her lustful eyes. Her face grew slightly slimmer and distinctly feminine, with high cheekbones that gave her a sultry look. Her short black hair flowed downwards, reaching past her shoulders, while her bangs grew out until one of her eyes was covered, hiding half of her sexy gaze from the world. Lelouch now looked like the biggest slut the world had ever known, transformed from a genius into an object of lust in mere moments, her radical transformation taking place so fast that even if Lelouch had been aware of it, he wouldn’t have had time to react. Having taken only a few steps into the bathroom, her foot came down with a loud clack from her stripper heels, her chest wobbling obscenely and her hips rocking in her slutty uniform.

Kallen raised her head, confused at the ridiculous hourglass that had entered the room. She pulled the curtain back just far enough to poke her head around, her eyes filled with confusion at the lascivious smile that greeted her.

“Um, can I help you?” she said, utterly befuddled by the slut who had entered her room. That black hair seemed familiar, but the rest of her was too distracting for her to focus on that for long. “Who are you? What’re you doing here?”

“You don’t recognise Titty Topshelf?” The slut giggled, sounding slightly disappointed. “I guess I need to work harder at the club.”



“The what?” Kallen hardly had time to react before she let out a high-pitched shriek at the curtain being thrown open by Lelouch, or Titty as she now preferred to go by, identifying more with her stage name than whatever name she had been given by her parents in this reality. Kallen was about to scream for her to get out when she was filled with a warm scent that caused her complaints to die in her throat, replaced with a fire in her loins that caused her hand that was reaching for the curtain to instead shift straight towards her pussy, Kallen letting out a deep moan of pure lust as Titty’s pheromones overwhelmed her. Born for sex in every way, it was only natural that Titty should be able to get it whenever she wanted, and Kallen was merely the first to find out.

Kallen continued to finger herself with one hand while another squeezed her own breasts, giving Titty ample time to strip out of her slutty uniform and climb into the shower with the distracted Kallen, her obscene hips spilling over the sides of the bathtub the two stood in, while her breasts pressed against Kallen’s own, the two almost on equal heights without Titty’s heels. She leaned over and kissed Kallen, her eyes rolling back in her head from the sheer lust flowing into her, the energy that had transformed Lelouch and reality around him now entering her body, about to change her nearly beyond recognition. Her comparatively petite breasts began to blow up as well, squishing against Titty’s titties and pushing back as they approached head-sized then went beyond, the two squished almost symmetrically as she matched them in size. Her lips, locked against Titty’s, filled out as well, the two briefly breaking away from each other before Kallen passionately kissed her voluntarily this time, locking tongues and moaning mindlessly. All the two cared about was satisfying their new libidos, Kallen squeezing Titty’s ass while Titty played with Kallen’s pussy. Titty’s spare hand traced Kallen’s hips, which were filling out to similarly extreme proportions until she needed to extend her arm out fully just to reach the sides.

Continuing to make out and pleasure each other while Kallen’s thighs grew plump and her fingernails sharpened like Titty’s, the two let out mutual moans as they finally climaxed, the two sinking down onto their huge asses in the bathtub, panting heavily as they recovered.

“Shouldn’t we save this for the stage, Titty?” Kallen asked with a vapid giggle, her mind filled only with sex and showing off just like her partner.

“Didn’t you tell me that Kandy Cancans is at her best in a private show?” Titty laughed, using Kallen’s own stage name.

“True, but it’s more fun when somebody is watching.” Kandy grinned, standing and turning off the shower. “Did you bring my outfit?”



“Of course I did.” Titty said, giving her another quick kiss before reaching for a towel. “Now hurry up and get dressed, the boss wants us on-stage in an hour…

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“You ready, Kandy?” Titty asked, the two backstage at the club waiting for their act to begin. The two were clad in matching slutty uniforms, save for Titty’s being black and Kallen’s being red save for the cream of the female uniform’s traditional blazer. “I didn’t take too much out of you in the shower, did I?”



“Like you could make me any less horny, you slut.” Kandy laughed, giving her a quick kiss.

“I’m just being considerate.” Titty pouted, but had known her answer from the start. Like most things in life, it was merely foreplay. “Then you won’t mind if I get warmed up.”



She embraced her again, invading her mouth with her tongue and groping her enormous ass cheeks, the two continuing until their manager yelled at his sluts to save it for the crowd and get out there already. The two sauntered out onto the stage in their stripper heels with the lights flashing and the music pounding, Titty taking the lead as she gyrated her hips and climbed onto the pole that was the centerpiece of their act, the seemingly dainty stripper lifting herself up with ease and curling herself around the pole, Kandy following on the lower half. The two danced, wrapping themselves around the pole and each other in a perfectly coordinated show, still managing to have the dexterity to discard pieces of their clothes one by one. First the blazer and ties, then their barely-there miniskirts, leaving them in just their panties that rode up their asses and their skimpy bras, blowing kisses at the crowd while dangling from the pole.

Although they had already been transformed more than enough to have nothing of their old lives remaining, as if reacting to their slutty nature being truly embraced with such pride, the reality-changing energy came back for one last pass. If they truly were sluts, then they didn’t need to have any room for anything but sex in their heads, and in fact, wouldn’t even be capable of it. Titty’s black hair and Kandy’s bright red hair began to turn pale, fading into a bright natural blonde that looked close enough that the two could have been sisters, their already horny minds losing the capacity for anything else as their intelligence faded away.

“Like, ready for the big one, Kandy?” Titty asked, giggling vapidly.

“Totes!” Kandy said back, the two locking lips nearly upside down on the pole, their already huge lips puffing up even more, every second not spent not wrapped around a cock being a waste. They continued making out, locking legs as well as the two began to openly fuck each other on the pole in any position they could force themselves into, an inhuman display that had the crowd hollering and hooting, money showering the stage. Their skin began to darken into a heavy tan, the two becoming the club’s nearly indistinguishable bimbos. The two continued until the music faded, finally returning to the floor nearly exhausted, strutting off with their earnings to go continue backstage, with no trace of their original selves remaining…