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The Happy Ending [CMM]

The shelves in the lower level of the tower were dusted for the first time in ages. The fine layer of grime dutifully swept away by a feathered duster that was then hastily dunked into a bucket. The water became cloudy for an instant, before the magic in it quickly removed all the suspended sediment. The buxom, blue skinned maid who stood on the tips of her platform heels muttered a bit before returning to her tiresome work. Niles, or Nia as she went by when she was in this body, was slowly working her way down through the tower of her mistress. It had been his only a few weeks prior, but even now that seemed like such a long time ago. She cursed to herself as she realized her tail once more was raising the already short maid skirt Nia was forced to where when cleaning. These actions happened all too often when she occupied this body. She’d find herself undoing her top, tearing off bits of a dress that covered her midsection, and leaning over provocatively if she wasn’t paying too close attention. Whether this was because of the body acting on its own, or her own subconscious will, she was unsure.

Nia’s heels clicked across the floor as she swayed over to another dusty bookshelf. When she was the master here, she’d only use the top two floors of the massive tower, leaving the rest in disrepair. Her mistress, Gadessa, ordered her to clean it. The only reason she wasn’t doing it willingly was that Gadessa had given her SOME freewill back by altering the contract that had trapped Nia into being the slave rather than master. Gadessa, who also ordered to be called by her name rather than ‘mistress’, enjoyed watching Nia squirm to follow an order, especially when it came to her dirtier bedroom commands. Nia sighed as she began removing books from a rather large shelf, and watched as dust landed here and there on her body. She shook with minor revulsion, and cast a small spell to remove the unsightly material. She didn’t want such a cute outfit to be ruined. Indeed, Nia realized with no lack of concern, that her time in this body was making her resistance weaker. The ideas of sexy, provocative outfits, like this sultry maid costume she designed herself with help from Gadessa flooded her mind constantly. The easy strides she took around this floor was also indicative of how much she changed, these heels had been unmanageable once leading her to tripping and bruising her precious skin all over. Visions of the sexual acts to perform the coming night also plagued her, and Nia realized it was with less dread, and more anticipation that she awaited them coming true. Thinking of it, she had a meeting with Gadessa soon on the top floor. Licking her lips, Nia remembered how these meetings usually went, and how she couldn’t wait to wrap her tongue around another steamy, thick load of semen. Truly nothing tasted better to her these days then her old body’s cum. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

An aggravated shout echoed in the walled courtyard of the tower. A lean looking male was swinging a sword about at a variety of weaker demons. They had managed to dispatch several, but were clearly losing strength. A quick parry of a Lesser Hellhound resulted in them becoming off balance, and then attacked by a Vermilion Minor, a plant like monster. The youth saw the danger and with a wave of his hand the remaining demons disappeared. His slender frame struck the grass, and he lie there panting, sweat running down a flat and almost muscular chest. An angry fist struck the ground, and the youth swore.

“I thought by now this body would be able to defeat a Hell’s Recon element of demons… Damnit.”

The youth ran a hand through a neat crop of hair, styled with a small wave to the front so it looked more refined like a nobles.

“Maybe I was expecting too much, considering what I started with…” Gadessa stood up in her new body and sighed. The sensation of sweat produced from work rather than sex was a strange one. You could feel the beads forcing their way out of your skin, no matter how many there were, your mind would focus on each heavy individual drop. Sweat wasn’t strange to her because she experienced it all the time during sex, but that was more of a light sheen of moisture than a complete drenching. She started practicing shirtless to that fact, and also because watching her muscles move was fascinating. She never watched a human male beyond her conquest of them. Watching the muscles tense and then relax, the flesh above moving with them, was a display she never witnessed before.

The idea of seducing some young girls to do more swaps with crossed her mind, but she realized with embarrassment that she was out of her element. There had been times, when she caught herself acting like she was still in her voluptuous form. Forcing her hips to slide back and forth even though they had slimmed done and became packed with muscle. Sticking her ass out as she did squats or tried picking anything up, despite even the man fat-being gone back there. The worst was trying on shirts and then leaving openings in them subconsciously for breasts that weren’t there. Her flirting was also geared towards men, and to be quite honest she knew she could never compliment a human female. She was Gadessa after all, the pinnacle of beauty. Realizing what time it was, she smiled knowing exactly what time it was. The thing between her legs hardened and she realized that she had adapted quite well to her sex change. The presence of SOMETHING between her legs had been annoying at first, but now she viewed it with pride. She was grooming it after-all, to be the perfect dick for her body. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

When Gadessa became the master of the tower, one of the first things she did was rework the living quarters. A lush thick red carpet coated the once barren floor. Near a window was a large canopy style bed, carved from ornate obsidian rock that reflected light like glass. The mattress filled with downy phoenix feathers, and imbued with a vitality recharging spell to keep sex going all night. Gadessa sat in a matching carved chair with plush red cushions. The absence of her own natural padding had been concerning at first, and these cushions didn’t quite capture the same feel. She was sitting at a deep dark oak desk, covered with a dragon skin top. Her chair was pulled up all the way to it as she attempted to read some notes.

“T-todaaaay with y-youuur b-bodyyyy….. I m-managed toooo d-defeat t-twelvvvvve lesser demons…”

Gadessa shifted a bit in his chair, and reached under the desk with a hand. She pulled hard on something before continuing.

“…aaaaaand it s-seeeeems you…. m-managed t-to get through foooooour flooooooooors….ah…just like that…use your tongue….”

Gadessa looked up at the ceiling and clenched her eyes shut. She shuddered for a moment and then continued.

“…you haaaave s-shaped up….to beeee a s-splendid m-maid….. clean that well whore… lap it all up… Damnit you d-on’t knoooow…. H-how much thaaaaat… pisses me off….”

Her hand returned under the desk, and yanked on something even harder this time.

“I’m glaaaaad…. Oh… that I was able to wooooork…. On your enduraaaance… squeeze it harder like a good slave… Befooooore you’d h-have b-beeeen finished by now….” Gadessa looked down between her legs. Under the desk, crouched in a small ball but positioned just right to give her a tit-fuck was her old body with Nia inside. The girl was blushing heavily, and had to be gently commanded to continue her impressive work. That shyness and hesitation so adorable especially considering Nia had come to savor cum as much as Gadessa had. “You’ve gotten real goooood… betterrrr than meeeee… you filthy bitch.” Soft warm fat enveloped Gadessa’s dick, completely surrounding it in a quickly moistening heat. The breast fat devoured her dick completely, as if it had vanished inside those beautiful blue mounds. Gadessa had already cum several times, the seed hastily being licked by Nia as she did her best to hide her ‘snacking’ despite how much she knew she wanted it. Sweat and semen made the strokes come faster and easier, and her pace of ejaculation had perked up. That barbed tongue of Nia’s, if not licking up stray seed, was coiling just under the head of Gadessa’s cock anytime it made it through the wall of fat between it and Nia’s lips. Nia had stopped, her breasts still firmly squeezed around the flaming shaft between them. Still looking at the floor, and taking a few more licks of the cum around her upper chest and face, she muttered.

“Gadessa…can I get back to work now?” Gadessa smiled. If she wanted to leave, why was she still holding her breasts tightly against Gadessa’s shaft? Why was her tongue still tasting the salt of Gadessa’s sweat and cum coating the cock’s head? No, Gadessa knew what was right for her little plaything.

“How about you lick up the mess you made on my dick, then you can go?” Gadessa grinned even wider when she saw a flash of excitement across the girl’s face quickly become surprised with mild disgust.

“O-ok…” Nia said as her plump lips moved to swallow the head. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Oh god…it’s even bigger… almost to the back of my throat. Nia thought as her head bobbed back and forth over Gadessa’s shaft. The bitterness of Gadessa’s cum, mixing with the sweat from Gadessa’s exercises this morning, had made this dick the most tasty thing in the world. Almost everything about my old body… is so much better… The putrid nest of unwashed pubic hair was gone, shaved so that Nia’s tongue could make full contact with Gadessa’s flesh in that region. Other excessive arm, leg, and even chest and belly hair had been groomed to radiate ‘masculinity’ rather than ‘filth’. The scent wafting off Gadessa’s body was so tantalizingly good. The essence of a man who just finished a man’s job, something she had lacked when that body was hers. The strong and hardened thighs her head was buried between, the flat and tone stomach, and the beginnings of pectorals marked substantial effort Gadessa had spent in making that body into her perfect visage. The hand that occasionally reached down to force her head deeper on the shaft was much more calloused, and carried with it the force of the much stronger arm it was attached to. Nia felt a little guilty, for she spent no effort in maintain her form, yet it remained the same well-built thing it always had been. The breasts remained huge yet spry, the ass fat yet dense and compact. It was as if the body maintained itself at the pinnacle of sexual ability. Nia realized her sense of smell and taste were overpowering her hearing, because it seemed Gadessa had been reading a letter of sorts aloud. This happened often, the senses of this body much more ‘there’ than Nia’s old ones. When one got carried away, it was hard to control.

“W-eeeee invite you aaaaaas…. Isssss custommmmm… to the Deeemon conventiooooooon of ’98…. Use your teeth a bit…” Nia complied and slowly closed her mouth so her teeth were grazing the flesh covering the shaft. She felt Gadessa’s body tremble, and knew this would be the biggest load yet. Her sex began quivering with anticipation, and she felt her mouth moisten with drool. Feverishly she continued working her head back and forth, while further teasing the dick by coiling her tongue around it.

“Weeee remind youuuu…. Oh fuck just like that… to not briiiing your entouraaaaaage of…. Hell Beeeeeeasts…” Gadessa was having a hard time finishing the letter. She was about to cum, the feeling that much better than cumming as a succubus. Even if it was to her old body acting submissive. That was about the only feeling that was better in this body, everything else, touch, smell, hearing, tast, was so much duller. Like she was watching someone experiencing these things rather than experiencing them herself. Feeling that she couldn’t hold much longer, Gadessa hurried to finish the letter.

“…duuuuuuuue…oh fuck….tooooooo…..” Gadessa’s hands grabbed Nia’s horns and wrenched the girls head forward to deepthroat her shaft. “the previous year’s OUTBURSTS!” Suddenly she casted the body swap spell with her companion again. In a mere moment she switched into her old body, with a mouthful of dick and a fresh batch of warm semen filling the back of her throat.

She stood up lazily from her position on the ground, ignoring Nia’s complaints about the sudden swap. At the end of the day, nothing beat a mouthful of thick and steaming semen. A healthy heat rushed her face as her body reacted to the meal. Licking her lips, Gadessa savored the feeling of the seed washing down her throat, and settling in her stomach. It had been awhile since she had this body, and damn did it feel good. Continuing to ignore Nia’s protests, she rubbed a hand down her curves and savored the healthy and taught blue skin. Her hands sunk into the corpulent ass she had missed so much, and she couldn’t help but let her fingers sink into the mass. A small heft of her massive rack showed that it was as large as she had remembered, and just as elastic to the touch. The way these straps barely concealed anything, and strained against her proportions, felt so damn right she didn’t want to leave it quite yet. The idea of jumping her slave and riding them for all their worth passed through her head, but then Gadessa remembered the letter. Ignoring Nia’s pouting, she decided to swap them back to their respective master and slave bodies. There was planning to be done.

#tg #tf #transformation #body swap #body #swap #possession #mind altering #mental change #blow job #sex

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Murakumo’s Hunger (WG)

Light slowly filled the darkened storehouse as the large vault like doors to it slowly creaked open. Not too much though, just enough for the slender figure slipping into the confines of the warehouse to squeeze past. Just as gently the doors were closed, and not a sound was made the entire time. Technically speaking, it wasn’t that she wasn’t allowed in the storehouse, it was her turn to do the supply counts this time. What she actually wanted to do, and what she was supposed to be doing, were two different things. The frail white-haired beauty made her way quickly to the back of the storehouse, the furthest from the entrance and therefore from any passerby whoe may eavesdrop on her actions. Her platform heels clicked on the concrete as her slim frame shimmied side to side gracefully. The athletic and tone legs clad in tight black leggings, and her ribs almost visible through her flush white nursing top. Her narrow and almost bony shoulders framed by an equally snug spandex top, hands encased in small gloves. The distinctive ear pieces floating by her head marked her as the 5th Fubuki Class ship, Murakumo.

The girl made a hesitant look around. She knew she should be the only one in here, but it paid dividends to make doubly sure of that fact. After confirming that she was indeed alone, the small girl quickly reached into a crate, and pulled out a small soda can shape container. It was one raw unit of oil, one of the primary resources a shipgirl consumed as humans consumed carbs, proteins, and dairies. The girl slowly popped the lid off the can, and inhaled the savory smell of the fresh oil inside. The Commander always cracked down hard on resupplying the girls when bigger operations approached. Murakumo, who received her max stats, and Kai Ni, ages ago was mostly put on the sideline until an event happened. That meant sitting in the docks doing nothing for the most part, and therefore not receiving any supply. While she could function on her stored oil and ammo, like all shipgirls could, nothing beat consuming the stuff fresh. To humans the ammo and fuel the girls ate were just that, but to the shipgirls it was like eating ambrosia from the gods.

She found her mouthwatering at the crude scent of the stuff, her eyes eagerly locked onto the black mirror like surface the oil had. Many resources were stockpiled before an offensive, enough that Murakumo knew the commander wouldn’t miss a can or two, or a handful of shells here of there. When she came her tonight to do the latest inventory check, she did so with this in mind. Once more hesitantly confirming the situation, the white haired beauty began gently sipping the can, waiting to quickly stow it away in case anything moved or made a noise. Her thin lips met the can, and her tongue gently lapped the liquid into her mouth, then down her throat. Once in her stomach, she couldn’t help let out a content moan, since it had been so long since she was fueled. A bit of drool and oil had escaped her lips, and she was quick to wipe it away with her arm. The lid of the crate she had opened on the ground, and Murakumo went to pick it up. As she raised it over the box before her, she wavered. That one can had been really good, so good that she couldn’t help wonder when she’d get another one. Surely her tanks could hold a can or two more, and so long as she drank less than ten or so, the Commander wouldn’t know. With this rationale, the destroyer girl surrendered to her desires, and placed the lid back down on the floor.

Another can went to her lips. She sipped it as she had did the last one, eyes darting around for any suspicious activity. The next went down faster, with far less breaks inbetween downing the entire container. Soon, her concern for the mess she was making, as well as anyone coming in and catching her waned. Her focus became downing as many cans as possible, believing that someone would get suspicious if she was in here too long, and therefore needed to quicken her pace. The count of cans she had drunk became less important as well, and soon all her thoughts were really directed at the taste and feeling the oil gave her as it went down her gullet. Her tastebuds were on fire, the slick and heavy liquid coating them with the all too sweet taste of freshly harvested oil. The collection of it sitting in her stomach, even more incredible, so warm and desirable. All she wanted was for this feeling not to end, and so she didn’t allow it to, working her way through the entire crate, already passing her limit of ten cans. Her slow and gentle sips became greedy, unsightly gulps that emptied a can in one or two movements. If she could see herself, and even been slightly less fixated on filling herself, she would be disgusted.

A destroyer like her is not meant to hold too much oil. The sudden influx of excess driving her body to react to the sudden input of material. Oil is an energy store for shipgirls like carbs are for humans, and so her body began transmuting the quick energy into long term storage, seeing no need to burn it right away. The slender arms that had been raising the cans to her mouth were slowly becoming jelly like, the taught skin becoming loose like a deflated balloon as fat pried it away from the small muscles it had once settled snugly against. Her plumping digits soon filled the confines of the now too small gloves, and became far less nimble as their growing girth made them get in each other’s way. Had she not been so fixated with her meal, Murakumo may have noticed her ass becoming wide and flabby, beginning to hang off of her like the fleshy sack of fat it had become. Her growing hips and midsection had forced her leggings down off her stomach line, and lower, and lower off her hips. Even then the poor material could not keep up with her growing, beginning to rip as the once trim legs became coated with jelly-like fat. Her top traveled up her gut as well, letting her new soft and loose stomach prod into the now straining white nursing top. Already she was developing a noticeable second roll to her torso that would have never been considered before, her once nearly visible ribs obscured by her growing fat. The nursing top served its purpose though, her once modest breasts no dragging with fat flopped out through the intended openings, stretching her poor once perfect top thin.

The only thing the fattening girl noticed was her suddenly growing appetite, as well as how tight her panties were getting. Before she could address them, she felt a mass belch coming on, and let the unsightly sound escape her mouth. She looked around in horror, never imagining she’d be one to make such a god-awful sound, but then reminded herself she was alone. Free to indulge without judgement so long as she was in this warehouse. All that effort she put into her appearance of a noble destroyer girl didn’t need to be made here, all she had to focus on was stuffing herself as fast as possible then leaving. Besides, burping like that had felt good, and her uncomfortable panties had seemed to loosen from it. Not that she could see past her now protruding gut, but the panties had merely given up. The simple white things had been quickly strained by doughy and dimpled fat flowing around it, and as her hips continued to fatten they could no longer cope. The fact her massive and flabby rear and gelatinous thighs were literally bare didn’t concern her. Her goal was to sate her now ravenous appetite.

Literally waddling over to a stack of crates nearby, Murakumo set about trying to fix that issue. She didn’t notice how labored her breathing was from such a simple maneuver, or how her fat thighs crushed into one another the entire time for space. Hunger was consuming her, and there was a cure for it right here. Once graceful fingers desperately pried open the box containing the small shells consumed by shipgirls for food as well. They were so stunt and portly, and so uncoordinated as they fumbled with one another, that it was hard to believe the girl didn’t notice. It was hard to believe the once thin and athletic girl could not see how obese she was, how out of shape she had become for drinking an entire crate of oil. The rivulets of sweat running down her lumpy body making her layers produce small smacks with each other as they moved. All she cared for though, was the glimmering brass in the box she finally managed to open. A fat fist slammed into the neatly organized rows, and retracted itself with numerous shells. The caution and trepidation Murakumo had shown when first snacking was gone now. She was a beast of gluttony now, and had only one desire.

Parking her widening frame, one that even passed the shapely battleships in girth, between the two piles, Murakumo continued to devour the supplies at her mercy. Her belly began to slip from under her too short nursing top, flopping down like a meaty pancake over the top of her thighs and crotch. It continued to grow outwards, warm and heavy with new corpulence that was rapidly being added to it. Her second roll of fat eagerly followed her expanding gut, becoming as floppy and full as a second pair of breasts. The growing heat from the mere exertion of moving her much heavier frame, making her hot and making her new fat slide back and forth. Her arms looked like fleshy pastries overstuffed with cream and ready to burst, the sleeve of her undershirt digging hard into layer after layer of fat. Her gloves could no longer conceal her portly digits and tore, letting the fat and nearly immobile things out into the light. The moderate thigh gap she had was now filled with loose and unrestrained fat. There was no grace to her lower body now, just an obscene amount of swaying and layering as the fat pooled over itself. Her ass was a massive conglomeration of cellulite that defiantly stuck out from her receding dress line, one that was being forced up by her engorged gut and ass. The cheeks rippled like they were filled with water, and hung down like wet laundry, retaining now shape whatsoever under their own weight. They were only counter acted by her equally filled gut, and enormous breasts that were being squeezed like toothpaste out of a tube by her nursing top. Where everything had once been compact and elastic, her body had become free flowing and doughy, like a waterfall of fat cascading down her rotund form.

There was a loud rip, and Murakumo snapped out of her feeding frenzy. She realized she was panting, sweaty, and incredibly hungry. Her stomach growled, and she looked down. She saw a belly button disappearing into a pudgy and enormous gut, as well as filled and jelly like thighs uncovered by her leggings. The few straps of cloth on the ground told her the rest of the story. Her now cherubim and equally portly face, once angular and oval shaped, turned red in embarrassment. She was so fat! And almost nude! She could feel her ass sticking out, so large and heavy, and how her sweaty thighs battled one another for space between her legs. Heaviness was one feeling she felt, but she also felt a few other things. Warmness and contentment. Like for the first time in her life she was satisfied. When she was around the base she always had to be concerned about her figure and appearance, putting forth effort to keep her image constantly. Now like this though, did she have to try so much? She shook her head. She shouldn’t be thinking these kinds of thoughts, she had become disgustingly fat, and that was not OK. She tried stretching her top down to cover her gut, happy that at least it was big enough to hide her sex. Her arms were so slow to move, and it took a tremendous amount of effort to just keep her dress down against her enormous body. Realizing how narrow the confines of the warehouse were, she wondered if she’d be able to slip out without making too much noise. The escape canceled after the first few steps, and the girl became terribly exhausted, her entire body quivering from her labored breathing. Tomorrow she’d start to make things right, but for now she can rest here and indulge a bit more.

What was a few more crates after all? -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Admiral's Log

Concerning the reassignment, and punishment, of Murakumo. Due to her, let's say, lack of self control it would no longer be prudent to call her a destroyer. Her excessive tonnage leaves her movement speed a shadow of what it was. even when given the experimental boilers the girl's fastest pace is an obscene waddle that makes her whole body jiggle. Her attack power, as well as anti-air and torpedo capabilities, have suffered as well. Her pudgy body can't seem to handle the exertions required for her to serve on the front lines.

For her own safety, as well as to inflict some sort of punishment for consuming base material, I've redesignated her as a Fleet Oiler. Kamoi's robes are just big enough when adjusted for Karumo's body, but leaves much exposed on her sides. While I send her on expeditions daily, she shows no signs of improvement in her physique. In fact, she seems to be gaining weight, albeit slower than her initial gain. This may explain the discrepancies in my daily totals. If she keeps this up, I'm afraid she'll be permanently stuck as a hapless Oiler rather than the elegant destroyer she used to be.

I'm currently debating whether or not that's such a bad thing. Fairly certain Karumo has already made her choice.

#wg #weight #gain #bbw #ssbbw #tf #transformation #slob

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Turned Tables [CMM]

The old tower at the top of the hill was left alone by the village folk. Strange things were known to happen there, things that they didn’t care to find the cause of. The wall that had appeared around it almost overnight served more than enough of a barrier, but they still decided to give it quite a berth when traveling. The odd sounds and lights emerging from it every night, as well as the fantastical beasts found romancing near it, shrouded the tower in mystery and fear. At the top most portion of this tower, lived the cause of all these disruptions. A journeyman mage who wanted nothing to do with the Wizard Guild, or taxes from the local Lord. Creating the reputation of his ‘haunted’ tower was more than enough to avoid both of these issues. All of it had been in preparation for what he was about to do tonight, the most dangerous and yet rewarding summoning a mage could do. A demon summoning.

Niles had always been smart, always quick to learn a spell, and outpaced even his Grandmaster’s teachings by age 25. That’s why he held such low contempt for the Guild and the mundane Lords they bowed to. That’s why he sought a place to call his own, and now his own demon. The creatures were more than scary stories the clerics told the village dolts. The last great Arc Mage had quelled an entire kingdom with his own demon. That was the same goal Niles had set for himself, but it was no easy task. Demons looked down on humans as much more than even Niles did. They were keen to enter the human world to wreak havoc, and would answer a summons when given a chance. Then, once in the human world, they’d find a way to break out of the contract or spell that had summoned them, often killing the spell weaver who brought them into the world. Niles had acquired knowledge on how the last Arc Mage summoned and controlled his demon, and after setting his stage, was ready to summon the thing.

The top chamber of the tower was Nile’s workshop. Several shelves filled with ingredients his beasts had collected. Other racks held drying glassware he had forged using sand and fire magic. Several tables with open tomes and boiling concoctions were occupying most of the floor space. Niles used magic to slide them to the sides of the round room, clearing the center of it for his ritual. He checked his sealing preparations for the contract with the demon. The contract itself, covered any and all events that a demon could use to try to remove its master. It also was very specific in what the demon could and couldn’t do without the master’s approval. Defining who the master was, was equally tripled ensured with a ring, a tattoo, and finally a blood seal on the circle that was being used to summon the demon. The overconfident Niles thought for sure that he had prepared for any possibility, and that at any moment, he’d have his own perfect demon slave. He started the ritual.

Niles was caught off guard at first. The demon the Arc Mage from legend had summoned was some kind of goat-fiend, hideous and hulking with muscle. The one that appeared before him, seemed much softer, for lack of a better description. It was definitely female, its beautiful features arranged in a face expressing plain boredom at her surroundings. Her wings curled and moved back and forth slowly, like she was stretching them, and her barbed tail idly swung back and forth. She was barely clothed at all, a weird series of straps connecting too small bits of hardened armor that could barely conceal her massive breasts and sex. Between her boot enclosed thick thighs, Niles could see a plump and heavy rear hanging down, and he wondered how covered that was. She ran a tongue of her fanged teeth before turning to Niles, her pointed ears twitching in annoyance. “You summoned me mortal? Whatever for?” Her voice ran soft, like a bubbling stream. Her scent, one of flowers and spice, wafted into Niles nose. Her purple red irises gleamed as she looked him up and down.

“Demon!” Niles began, still trying to recover from the appearance of this barely clothed creature of sex. “I have summoned you to serve me!”

The demon seemed unamused. “Um…. Pass? Sorry mortal but you hardly meet my standards for me to even begin thinking of ‘serving’ you.” She giggled a bit, covering her full lips with a gloved hand.

“Y-you don’t have a choice! The contract you accepted to be summoned…” Niles stammered, but the demon cut him off.

“Was taken under the assumptions you’d be something tasty to eat. You were offering your ‘vast energy’ in exchange. Figures. It’s been so long since I got one of those offers, and it’s a twitching, thin, waste of space, virgin.” She removed her hand from her lips, revealing a small sneer.

“V-vast Energy!? I meant my mana… Can’t you tell I’m a wizard of high caliber!” Niles shot, uncomfortable at what this thing was trying to imply.

The demon giggled. It was a laugh of haughtiness and pity directed at him. “Dear, is that what you tell yourself to go to bed? To excuse your clear lack of masculinity? When I first came here, I could’ve mistaken you for a woman under those robes! Are you even erect right now? I can’t tell, and believe me it’s my job to know.” She pointed at his crotch with her gloved hand. “If that’s my ‘Vast Energy’ source then I’m afraid I’m going to have to cry foul. How about you let me go back to my realm, and you can go back to jacking off to sheep or whatever a pathetic specimen like you does for sexual pleasure.”

Niles stomped his foot. This was his world conquering demon!? Some slut who could only think about brawn and sex, not about his great magical ability!? He’d show her! “I think not Demon! You serve me, as the contract stipulates! I refuse to let you leave!”

The demon smiled. “Well, guess I have to do this then.” Niles was going to ask what she meant, but he felt a wave of something blow past him before he collapsed to the floor.

The next sensation Niles felt was something warm and sticky hitting his face. It sprayed across, not quite like a splash of water, but it was close. He numbly opened his eyes. He was on the floor, sitting on something oddly soft. He didn’t recall having any cushions up here, but it felt like he was resting on one of the most comfortable in the world. The stuff that hit him in the face landed on his lips, and he couldn’t help but lick at it. Bitter and salty, he almost wretched, and he caught the new high pitch voice emerging from his throat. Niles looked down and realized referring to himself as ‘he’ was no longer appropriate. The blue skin of the demon met her eyes, as well as her buxom chest and plump thighs. The two twins felt like they were going to drag her down at any moment. She realized her cushion was none other than her new fat ass. She could feel her tail nestling between the two chunky things limply, being pressed on either side by the warm fat. The wings on her back also dragged her backwards, balancing the massive weight on her chest. She was still coming to terms with her new body when another warm spray hit her. She looked for its source, and saw her own body, jerking off all over her.

“D-damnit!” Her old body said. “I can’t believe I’m touching such a vulgar thing! There’s a difference between musk and reek you god damn pig! There was so much crusted cheese on this thing it flaked when I,” her old body punctuated its statement with another ejaculation, “started masturbating to your sleeping face. I never knew I looked so good to a man!” The robes she had been wearing were discarded on the floor, so was his stained loinclothed. Her old pasty underdeveloped body was standing over her, sweating with exertion from apparent several forced masturbations. Niles tried scrambling away, but her old body spoke. “Stay put human! I’m not done yet!” Niles felt the spells she had placed for controlling the demon activate, forcing her not only to wait for the next shot of seed across her face, but to open her mouth for it. “That’s right bitch, open up! That body needs its nourishment!” Another warm load was shot from her old body, ending in her new pretty mouth. Instinctively her tongue wrapped around the load and savored it before swallowing with a lovely gulp. Niles shuddered when the automatic reaction was done, still not used to the briny taste of her own seed. It seemed her old body was done, as it leaned back against a table, catching its breath.

“W-what did you do to me!?” Niles demanded with her new sultry voice. She felt her body becoming hot where the loads of semen had touched her skin. She felt her new lips quivering, as well as a bottomless hunger. Niles had to resist the urge to lick herself clean, feeling her nipples harden at the scent beginning to waft off of her. To her, it smelled like rotting fish, but such a smell seemed to get the new body going.

“Shut it slave!” Her old body ordered, and Niles felt her lips seal shut. “Much better.” Her body stood and began examining itself. Pinching its excess flab, looking at itself in a mirror, and then even smelling under its own armpits. The face the body wore was one of sheer disgust. “My initial assumption was right, you are the worse male human I have ever come across, by far. No muscle mass, no sense of hygiene, and not even cute to look at. At least with your magic I can replenish your balls at an astounding rate, no matter how thin and feeble your sperm is. That’s really good considering how fast you get off. You’d be lucky to get the goddess of fertility pregnant with this soup you dare to call your seed.” His body finished its examination, looking at the still erect member between its legs. “At least I know that after a millennium or two I still have my looks. For a second, I thought I may not have been attractive to you, but it seems your cock is no bigger than a child’s is all.”

Niles still sat there, smoldering in the juices of her old body’s exertions. Her own new body was heating up, and she swore she could feel the sex between her legs dripping. Sweat beads ran down her curvaceous body, and she could feel her new womb echo inside her for the seed decorating her blue skin. Her old body looked at her. “Must be nice, yes slave, to have such a magnificent body? The breasts are large, and yet do not sag. They are as perky as the smallest nubs women dare to call breasts, and retain their shape no matter how strong a grip seizes them. The ass is perfectly round, and dense with the succulent fat all men crave. I barely conceal it at all, for doing so would be a crime against nature, those cheeks are for all to see. My skin is radiant, my hair flawless, and my ebon wings and horns the envy of all demons. You’ve gotten quite a promotion.”

His old body seemed to think and look at itself. “Yes, much better than my exchange I feel. But the marvelous things about you humans is how quickly you can change. I’ve never quite experienced a male orgasm before, and it was quite riveting. I would truly like to experience it some more, but not with your body being so terribly pathetic. Be grateful slave, for I will not only allow you to occupy my glorious body, but will work on improving yours. Some weight training, daily grooming, and a few careful doses of magic, and you’ll be the stud of MY dreams. Doesn’t that sound wonderful slave?” His body smirked at the quivering Niles. The tremors making the barely restrained breasts jiggle, and soft wet claps of his ass as it eagerly bucked. The body wanted one thing, the dick that was waiting before it.

His old body almost scoffed at his struggles. “What? Put this feeble thing inside MY body? What a terrible idea. This little prick can’t even compare to the dicks I’ve seen. Even a pig’s or orc’s would be more satisfying to fill my depths than this slim thing. Your seed isn’t even worth all that exertion…” So, his body said as it begun leaving. Niles almost broke the spell whimpering for her body not to go. Her mind was becoming solely focused on feeding the burning itch her body felt. She had only swallowed a dribble of that watery cum. Enough to wet her appetite nothing more. This body couldn’t function without that precious seed, she so desperately needed it right now. Enough that she had completely forgotten her switched state and anger in becoming the slave here.

It seemed she wasn’t the only one coping with a new body’s feelings. Before leaving the room, her old body did a heel turn with a small ‘huff’, and came striding over. “Damnit slave your body’s sexual drive will not allow me to concentrate. Your, MY, body is just too tempting of a sight for it to let it go! Spread your legs you slave, I’ll be the man you never were, and you can be the bitch you were destined to be!” Niles’ body couldn’t move fast enough for her old one. It sunk its grip into her new meaty thighs and spit them apart, before eagerly tearing away the crotch piece covering the damp sex. It seemed shocked by this revelation for a moment. “Am I such a whore that I get wet even over such a pathetic shaft?! It has been awhile hasn’t it….” Her old body continued as it pushed Niles onto her back. The reek of its unwashed body drowned out the sweet scent that had been coming from her new one. Niles felt her new legs wrap around his old ones, making sure the body wouldn’t escape before satisfying her needs. “Good to see my body knows what to do. With my knowledge, even this prick will be enough to get it off, so be thankful slave. You’ll know the pleasures of being a woman soon enough!”

It was like a sudden burst. There had been an emptiness, a ringing hollow with him that cried to be filled, and then suddenly something hot and hard was in him. Her pussy walls instantly clamped on it, eager to seize their prize, and just as reluctant to let it go. Niles could feel every detail of her old dick as it rammed in and out of her, making her moan so loudly. It was just all to new, all to amazing to feel. The stiff rod acting to soothe her when it entered, its heat burning and searing her wet walls. The pleasure got much more intense as her old body began alternating its strokes, and began shifting towards a deeper portion of her new depths. Periodic bursts of something warm and sticky made her feel like she was becoming full, slowly easing her burning desire, but not removing it completely. She needed so much more, so much deeper. She felt something inside be struck again, and again, by the tip of her old dick, and every graze made her go crazy. Her breasts were flopping around, she was being pounded so much. Her old body seemed so crazed, it was pushing her deep against the wood floor, making her grateful for the ample padding her rear had. Her old body glistened with preparation, never frantically moving so fast before, with such purpose. Eyes wild, the body breathed hard. “D-damnit! The f-first thing we work on…is….your…endurance…” The body punctuated with deeper and longer pumps of its weak hips. “Damnit…do I always make…such an indecent face….when I’m fucked…” The body continued, leaning closer to Niles’ face. “To use this cretins lips…on mine….truly….terrible….” The body muttered in a daze as it came closer. They finally locked with hers, and Niles felt like retching. They were so chapped and dry, and the breath rancid. But the old body seemed to enjoy it, pressing the kiss deeper, its tongue seeking hers. Finally, the body pulled away, and took a deep breath. “God…I taste…so good… this pussy… feels so good….so tight…like…it won’t let me go….AH!”

Niles felt something spray deep inside her, and something emerge from within herself as well. The two swapped bodies came at once, and the male on top collapsed into the soft meaty cushion of the demon below. Niles wasn’t even angry anymore. She felt so good, being so full of this yummy seed. Her new body felt so good to be in as well, full and developed, with proportions that would make any female go green with envy. His old body seemed equally satisfied.

“S-slave…. I hope you realize…. Who’s in control here… If you’re good… I’ll continue to reward you….” The sweaty body sank into the ample padding surrounding it as it groped Niles massive chest. “In time… we may swap back… and I’ll get to enjoy the fruits of my labor… making this body… into a male’s worthy of my female self…” Niles saw his own sweaty face raise itself from its position between the two fatty breasts that had been cradling it. “What do you have to say to that, slave?”

Niles felt the magic remove itself. In fact, the magic holding her still had stopped halfway through their rather intimate session. She knew exactly what to say. “I understand mistress. I am yours from now until you’re done with me.”

Villagers continued to stay away from the tower on the hill. Added to the list of reasons was the song like sweet moans that emerged from it every night along with the lights and other apparitions.

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Don't worry about sending anymore drinks or pop with your care packages mum. Save that space for some cookies and maybe some cakes. We've been getting a hearty supply of milk as of late, and I keep telling the fellas how good some of your baking would go with it all. Thank god the Navy started that new Oiler program, the front somehow seems a little more bearable now. Art from Commodore Bob at ; excessivelysizedtuber.tumblr.c…

#kancolle #tf #transformation #cow #girl #cowgirl #milk #lactation #mentalchanges #mind altering

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Only two oiler's exist in game you know. We already have plenty of battleships so this seemed like a good idea from a 'sabotage my rival' and 'strategic' point of view. -Iowa

Better res here: https://dshittyadmiral.deviantart.com/art/Upgrade-A-Kancolle-Story-742585623

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Conflict Resolution (Tatsuta TG)

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Kent and his brother, Clark, both liked WW2 naval history, it kind of came with the territory considering their family had a long history of service within the U.S Navy. The two boys loved to read up on battles, build models, and even occasionally go diving on U-boat wrecks off of the Outerbanks. Kent and his brother both played online games related to this interest, it just happened that Kent’s game was more of the, for the lack of a better word, ‘animated’ variety. Clark had tried to get Kent into World of Warships instead, but Kent seemed inseparable from his new-found love of the Kancolle browser game, so much so that he even started spending money on some figures from the game. This slowly created a rift between the normally two close brothers that went unnoticed due to their absent father who was currently on deployment. Their tensions came to a head when Clark came back from the post office with yet another package for his brother Kent. Clark unceremoniously dropped it on his brother’s desk. “Another one of your fap-figurines.” He muttered with disgust. Kent looked up from a manga he was reading and scowled. “Hey, be careful with that! I spent good money on that one!” Clark waved him off. “Oh yeah? Like how much did you spend?!” “The same amount you spend on those virtual ships you play with upstairs asshole. At least my investment won’t disappear because somebody decided to turn off the servers.” Kent retorted. “Fuck you! I only spend my money on that because I know if I spent money on a model you wouldn’t help me build it because you’d be busy gawking at a bunch of pixels!” With that Clark walked off leaving Kent alone with his package. Kent was used to his brother’s disapproval so he really didn’t bother to dwell on their exchange, instead he was much more worried about the figure he had ordered being broken. He was excited for this one as it was of his favorite light cruiser from the game; Tatsuta. When he flung open the flaps of the cardboard box he was slightly disappointed. Inside wasn’t a damaged figure, or a figure of any kind at all. Instead there was the distinct halo-like headpiece Tatsuta wore in game, just 3-D now and big enough to fit a human head. Kent was slightly confused as he had indeed ordered a Tatsuta figure, not a cosplay prop. He had to admit it looked good, but it was certainly not what he had paid for. He decided to send it back when he got a chance, but for the mean time he’d take it out of the box and try to find a manufacturer, just because he didn’t want it now doesn’t mean he wouldn’t order it later. When he picked up the halo it felt cold, and metallic, something the ABS plastic expert Kent had become was not expecting. He looked around for a good place to put it but nothing came to mind. Hanging it on the wall would just make it look like a simple ring, and he didn’t have a mannequin head or anything round to sit it on. It was with that thought that the amusing idea of putting it on his own head came to mind. He looked around first, even with all the figures he had gotten he still had some shred of dignity left, and then raised the halo above his head. He gently placed it around his crown and as soon as he let it go he heard a distinct click. What he first noticed was the pressure from the ring was gone. He began looking around for it on the floor, thinking the click and the missing weight had meant it had fallen to the floor. When a purple strand of hair crossed his vision he suddenly had other priorities. He quickly stumbled for his smartphone and the camera function, turning it to selfie mode, and what he saw shocked him. The halo had not fallen to the floor, instead it was floating a few inches above his head, slowly spinning and softly glowing. If that wasn’t enough to freak him out, he could see his hair had grown from a short buzz to a woman’s bob and had changed color to purple. “N-no way…” muttered Kent, but further changes to his facial structure only confirmed his suspicions. What little masculine features he did had were slowly molded into an angelic round female form, that slightly hinted at a threat of something darker underneath. Kent realized he was turning into Tatsuta. He tried to run to his brother’s room, to get help, but fell over when his shoes suddenly changed to high heels. He landed on the ground on all fours, and his ass shot into the air as it suddenly gained fat along with his hips, which widened just enough to give him curves any girl would die for. His ass became heart shaped, and he felt it on its own could act as a cushion for a seat. His hairy stumpy legs had become angel soft and plump, and Kent couldn’t resist running his hand over them. “I-it can’t be…” he murmured in a voice that was quickly changing pitch as he saw the changes begin to affect the very hand that was just touching his new feminine curves. The rather plain looking hand slowly turned into a pale white sculpture of delicateness and his arms became toned underneath just a thin layer of fat. He tried to resume his scramble for aid but just then the changes from his arms and legs converged upon his torso. His slightly pronounced stomach shrank back to again just a thin layer, as if to compensate for the fat that had been sent to his hips, butt, and now his chest. The removal of this mass left him with the ideal hourglass figure. He moaned as fully fledged and enviable DD female breasts slowly grew from his chest. They struggled against the fabric of his shirt and the sensitivity of his new assets made him release a very feminine moan. Kent’s erect nipples moved up and down as he breathed heavily, only increasing a building sense of ecstasy in his lower region. He was in such a state of euphoria he didn’t notice his penis shrinking and turning into a full set of ovaries. Kent could no longer call himself a man, not that she cared as she came for the first time as a woman. Her old clothes, unable to accommodate her new pleasingly plump body, slowly melded into Tatsuta’s iconic school uniform, though there was not enough fabric to make a pair of panties or bra. When Kent woke up all she really noticed was how tight her outfit was around her breasts, and how the constant motion of the DD twins between the fabric only created a greater longing in her womb. Luckily, she knew just where to satisfy her new found lust. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Clark, already upset by his brother’s remarks downstairs, was only more furious after losing another match playing the IJN tech line. “Christ. The Tatsuta class is such a piece of shit…” he muttered. It was then he felt a soft weight sit upon his head. “Wha-“ he started as he turned around but he was only met with a soft cushion like wall that prevented him from seeing anything else. “Oh my, I really do hope you apologize to me. A virtual recreation can never hope to match the real deal you know?” said a soft unfamiliar voice. Clark tried to push away from the cushion, but as he did he felt his hands be moved by delicate fingers to the center of the mounds. He felt two sharp points in the middle of them and as he moved across them a soft moan came from the unknown assailant. “You know Admiral, I’ve said touching is forbidden…but maybe I’ll make an exception just this once…” Clark felt the same delicate fingers that guided his hands to their current location raise his head to finally look at the unknown woman. She was breathtakingly beautiful. “Oh, have you lost your voice?” she teased as she lowered her delicate lips to his. Clark was initially caught off guard but he found himself giving in to the stranger’s embrace. Their lips locked and he felt her tongue wrap around his, when they separated the woman was panting heavily. “Now Admiral… how about you show me your torpedo… and I don't mean an oxygen type mind you…” she whispered as she slowly unbuttoned her bulging top. Most likely it was when Clark was taking the newly minted Tasuta from behind, while gripping her shapely and certainly slappable ass, that he realized that maybe the Tatsuta class, and the entirety of Kancolle, wasn’t so bad.

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Hello there.

I’m trying my best to make a presence here so hi there. I’m a kancolle/azur nut who likes military, history, and anime girls. I write lewd and non lewd fiction. My full DA can be found here as I slowly move Kancolle and other stuff to here:

https://dshittyadmiral.deviantart.com/

Hello there! This is the Admiral. Thank you for stopping by and taking an interest in my work! If you liked it enough to want a piece for your own, then boy do I have good news for you! Commissions are now opened! These prices are based on an assumed hourly wage and my average time to complete a work. There are no word limits I will hold myself to as far as stories go so they'll be near the length and detail of my typical pieces, though captions would naturally have to be small in order to be a caption. Full Length Story - $32.00 Includes: -any research needed into your character/series -up to three major revisions of the plot -any and all minor grammar and spelling editing -the hours I spend actually writing it Captions - $8.00 Includes: -any research needed into you character/series -up to three major revisions of the plot -any and all minor grammar and spelling editing -the hour I spend writing it -the time spent throwing it together in paint COMMISSION RULES -Commissions get priority before requests and any other self indulgent work -I will not accept payment until I have completed a draft of your story. -You will not receive the draft until I receive payment (THIS WILL CHANGE IF ABUSED) -Points are acceptable at an inflated rate to cover the exchange cost in the process of making it real food buying money -Fetishes I will not write: Vore, Gore, Scat, Feet, Food TF, any that disturb me when brought up and not listed here -Please no OCs unless the art is of sufficient quality -I hold the right to deny your commission request if it makes me uncomfortable Also considering donating to Ko-Fi if you can't afford a comm. Leave a comment about what you'd like continued on my page, (Kancolle, Azur Lane, Fate, Caption Series) and I'll make an effort to produce another piece for that category. WARNING - if you chose this route, please, please, please do not info dump thinking this is basically a cheaper comm. It isn't, I guarantee that.

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Americans’ Dream

“YOU FUCKING PIG!!”

Amanda was rightfully pissed at her boyfriend Josh. This day had been nothing but a growing accumulation of lies. First, it was the lie that he knew of a private beach. It turned out they were only going to ignore the signs that kept the beach unoccupied. Second, it was just going to be the two of them. Turns out the jerk invited his trio of friends Chris, Mark, and Zach. Third, the reason he invited his friends was to show off his new girlfriend, Amanda, in her new string bikini specially patterned for the fourth.

“Babe just calm down, ok? Shouldn’t you be flattered that I think you’re pretty enough to show to my guy friends?” Josh had made the mistake of leaving his phone in their jeep when he went to offload their gear from the back. A few crude texts from his friends about ‘the show’ was more than enough to set off Amanda.

“I should be happy I’m going on display to a bunch of guys?! Do you think I’m a slut?!” she raged. The two were having an argument outside of the jeep now, most of the gear still packed aside from the bags containing their swimsuits.

“W-well no, it’s just you got a rocking bod. It would be a shame if you kept it behind a one piece or something…” Josh said scratching the back of his head. He didn’t really get why Amanda was so worked up. He thought that, in general, girls would like to be told they looked nice.

“Josh, if it was just for you, I’d wear that combination of a few bits of cloth and string. But I didn’t let you buy it for me just so I can strut around your friends like a common whore!” Amanda’s brown hair whipped in the wind and her green eyes sparkled angrily. Josh took this moment to consider if she had blonde hair and blue eyes, she’d have been perfect.

“Come on, it’s just the guys Amanda. I mean, during spring break you’d get in skimpier things around them.” Josh was more concerned with settling a bet with the more obnoxious and playboy mannered member of the trio Chris concerning girlfriends, rather than his girlfriend’s actual feelings.

“Josh…” Amanda trailed off, “Fine, just this once….” Josh mentally arm pumped in victory before Amanda continued. He was so excited he grabbed one of the bags he had taken off the jeep without looking at its contents. He hurried into the small shack like structure that served as a changing area.

The shack had two stalls in it, both like bathroom ones except they lacked a toilet. There was a shower in each one, and outside the stalls was a single sink with a mirror. Josh quickly entered one of these stalls to get changed, excited to see his girlfriend in the patriotic bikini he had gotten her.

Hmm? He thought as he opened the bag. When did I start using a speedo for swimming? Wait… Instead of his simple black trunks he had procured a rather thin, red and white striped pair of bikini bottoms. Sure enough, inside the bag was the star studded top, and no trunks to be found. Frustrated Josh quickly left his stall and checked the next for Amanda. She wasn’t there.

He hurried out into the parking lot to see his jeep leaving the lot. Josh failed to learn from his earlier mistake of leaving his phone in the car, and had left his keys in the car. Amanda, hoping to teach him a lesson, drove off to have fun somewhere else. She laughed when she realized the bag she had with her contained Josh’s trunks.

Josh was not laughing. He had worn sweatpants while driving, yet another sign of bad judgement, so he couldn’t really go swimming in those. Needless to say, the guys would be disappointed if they showed up and there was no Amanda, and he couldn’t go swimming with them. He then had another, by most accounts terrible, idea. Make a prank out of it.

He’d wear the bikini bottom, great the guys when they got here, and tell them the Amanda thing was always a joke. Hell, he might even be able to convince Amanda it was all an elaborate ploy. Feeling extremely self-satisfied, he went back into the stalls to change.

The fabric of the bikini bottom felt odd against his member. It had a different feel then his swim trunks, and he sloppily tied it so that it was tighter in some places and looser in others. He decided to get a look at himself in the mirror. He got a good look at the bulge coming from his front, and did a 180 to inspect his rear. The bit of fabric back there hardly hid his crack, and hung on limply as his ass was not as nearly as full as Amanda’s.

Damn she would have looked good in these. He mulled the complete waste it was on him while his lower half began to change. It started at his toes, his skin turning into a slightly tanned white, as any body hair he had seemed to fall off. The accumulation of blemishes, scars, and scabs he had simply faded away to leave a pure and smooth surface. A thin layer of fat was added there, just enough cushion to give him an overall well-built look.

While his lower legs narrowed to his much more petite feet, Josh’s upper legs and thighs began to accumulate fat much faster. The poorly strung bikini struggled to contain his assets as they grew into a nice heart shape. His flat ass slowly filled the bikini bottom, then stretched it taught, as fat flowed into that area. The small piece of cloth that had been barely covering his ass, now was threatened to be swallowed between the two cheeks.

His narrow masculine hips grew outward as fat spilled into them. The smooth toned skin spread over his thickening upper legs as he reached childbearing proportions. When the growth finally stopped, his lower body had acquired the appearance of a hearty, athletic, woman… with a penis.

The thoughts of shock Josh had were being drowned out by another feeling. Pride? Yes, indeed he was feeling pride in his perky ass that would just not quit, his hips that almost made him as wide as a spare tire, and his flawless legs. He gave a little twerk to watch his ass go and smiled as he thought of all the boys who’d go for it. The quieter voice of fear inside him protested weakly, but Josh, who never was really considered a stud, couldn’t help but enjoy the physical beauty he had obtained.

He cupped his own rear and squeezed it. He had a hard time suppressing the moan of surprise he got from how good it felt. Thoughts of stronger men gripping him from behind came into his head and this time the voice of protest prevailed. Josh moved the bikini bottom so it covered him a bit better, but between his member in the front, and his new ass in the rear, there wasn’t much he could do to cover his round cheeks.

OK. So you got an ass of the girl now. A really hot one. But that can’t be happening. There’s no way you developed the ass Chris has been dreaming of… how I’d love to have him see it… no, get a grip. This. Is. Not. Happening.

Josh shuffled over to the sink, the sensation of the fabric running between his cheeks eliciting little groans from him. His new hips swayed side to side in an inviting manner that Josh had no control over. He turned on some cold water and splashed his face. He briefly ran his hands through his hair and frowned suddenly. It had been longer then what he was expecting.

Josh looked and saw his hair, short and black, flowing out of his scalp in long locks that were slowly turning golden. As he played with a new strand, debating whether it was real, his face began rearranging. His lips warped into pouty, kissable things. A small frown from them would elicit free drinks from any poor man trying to get on his good side. Long eyelashes, and a cute nose completed that package. His eyes became a little wider, and he developed star shaped irises. His head became rounder, more feminine, and his skin tone changed to match his bottom.

“Damn. I’m one fine looking bitch.” The feeling of pride in his looks again overcame the fear of changes. It just felt too amazing to become such a looker in such a short time. “God I love my hair. The only downside about these locks is how tangled they get after a particularly long ride with a stallion.” Josh brought a finger to his lips in thought. “How’d I know that? Well I’m sure Chris mentioned it in one of his stories…”

When he thought of Chris he didn’t see him as the oversexed and loud playboy Josh knew. He saw him as… a good fuck-buddy? Doing a quick check on his thoughts of all his friends he came to the same conclusion. All would be great fuck buddies. The more he thought of it the more it made sense. Mark was skilled with his hands. Chris was good at endurance. Zach was just absolutely hung. He found himself thinking of the few times he saw Zach’s size in the locker room and his mouth began to water.

There was noise, like radio interference, in the back of his mind but he chose to ignore it. A surge of adrenaline was coursing through him. Three fuckable dudes were coming here, where they’d be all alone, and they’d already be half-naked when they arrived. The idea of a three-part conquest swirled in Josh’s head. He broke out of his daydreaming state as a pinch near his groin drew his attention. He needed to be the finest bitch out there by the time they showed up if he wanted his dreams to come true.

He hurriedly scooped up the bikini top from the bag, ripped his shirt off, and tied it around his chest. He looked ridiculous, with his curvy bottom, and killer looks shackled to a torso of a man. It didn’t take long for the changes to start. His vague six pack disappeared under a bubbling layer of fat. His midsection moved inwards to adjust, giving him the perfect hourglass figure. He felt the top slowly grow taught as magnificent breasts began growing. They inched past A, then B cups, and Josh grinned when he passed Amanda’s C cup. They surged further until they reached a size over DD, their lovely fat pushing outwards from the sides of the restrictive triangles that held them. He picked them up, and again let out a few moans as he adjusted to the new sensitivity. Another pinch in his crotch though reminded him of one more thing he needed to change.

It refused to budge. Josh had no idea how his changes had been working, so he had no idea how to get his penis to simply go. What kind of bombshell babe like him be doing with a useless dick anyways? Aside from jerking, sucking, and otherwise pleasuring them. The point was he didn’t need his. What he needed was a tight, plump, pussy to be pounded from.

The radio noise in the back of his head surfaced once more, but was washed away with a tide of pure bliss. His erect member began to slowly recede, slowly releasing the last of his sperm as it went. It disappeared within her new entrance, turning into the tubes and ovaries that made her a woman.

She had a body that simply begged to be released from the restraints that held it in place. She had the mind of a woman fully aware of what she got, and was more than willing to use it. The thing she desired the most at this moment though, had yet to arrive. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Chris, Mark, and Zach piled out of the SUV that they had used to get to the beach Josh had mentioned. They were too excited about seeing Amanda in her new bikini that they didn’t register the couples car was not there. Mark held a volleyball under his arms, and Chris carried the net. They had planned for a match where they’d get to see all kinds of gravure poses from Amanda as she played.

Their attention was called by a stunning blonde with a healthy build. She came swaying out of the shack that people used to change. The men didn’t process the fact she was wearing Amanda’s bikini, they were more drawn by how her smooth body simply surged around it, too incredible to be contained by the simple swimwear. Her chest heaved with every step, her hips glided side to side, and the wind tussled her long blonde locks making an image that they couldn’t look away from. She stopped a few feet in front of them.

Zach was the first to speak up. “Um…lady? T-this is a private beach you know…”

The blonde tilted her head and flashed a little smile. “Well this beach is supposed to be off limits to everyone you know. Tell you what, if you don’t tell anyone Iowa was here, Iowa won’t tell anyone you were here.” She winked at them and the three guys looked at each other. A silent debate between finding Josh and Amanda or trying to score with this chick occurred. It was quickly decided what to do.

“Well, uh, Iowa…” Zach continued, “My friends here wanted to play some volleyball and it’d be great if we could score an extra player to do 2v2.”

Iowa bobbed her head in agreement. “It’s not my usual style but I can’t see why not.” She had kept her composure cool, but the looks she was getting from her former friends, along with the growing fronts of their trunks, was making Iowa melt on the inside.

The match that ensued involved three rounds, with Iowa acting as a partner for each guy. They got more of their fill while playing. More than once Iowa’s bikini would become undone, giving them a good look at her breasts and ass, sometimes even her twitching flower. Even when it became apparent they were making shots that would force Iowa to move in a manner she knew would make her bikini slip again, she didn’t seem care. After Mark had spiked the game winning shot of the third match Iowa knelt to recover the ball.

She was breathing heavily, though it was from arousal more than the game. The three men approached her grinning. The mouthy one, Zach said, “You’re not very good at cooperative play, huh?” The three of them were satisfied with the show they had gotten, and were about to ask for Iowa’s number. That’s when they saw her untying her bottom bikini.

She had the ball tucked under her arm. She playfully held the string of the bikini that was holding the fabric in place. She gave them a wink and an open smile. “Yeah, I prefer a three on one match myself.”

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Amanda returned an hour later. She noted Josh’s friends had arrived and assumed they had gone to the beach. She had gotten herself a one-piece she wanted and decided that she wasn’t going to let Josh’s attitude stop her from swimming. When she crested the dunes blocking the view of the beach she saw an unexpected scene.

There was a stunning blonde in between two of Josh’s friends. She could see Chris was pounding the stranger from behind, grabbing her by the hips as he plunged into her with long strokes. The girl was not screaming in pleasure like she wanted because she had insisted that she get a good lick of Zach’s cock, and was currently deepthroating it. Mark was standing to the side, getting jerked off by one of the girl’s free hands.

Collecting herself, Amanda noticed two things. One the girl was wearing her bikini, and two Josh was nowhere to be found. Making the logical conclusion that Josh had given this girl the bikini, and had probably had his fill and was elsewhere on the beach, Amanda left in a fury. She never bothered to follow up concerning Josh.

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The three men blew their loads. Chris had pulled out at the last minute and showered Iowa’s back with his seed. Mark had finished over her face, while Zach held her by the hair to make sure she swallowed every drop. They collapsed onto the sand, tired from their exertions. Iowa felt shivers run through her as she felt their hot loads settle on her skin. A warmness filled her as Zach’s semen ran down her throat. This was not enough, it’d never be enough.

She crawled on all fours over to Chris who had already begun recovering. Her tits swayed back and forth as she moved, her ass high in the air begging like an animal to be taken from behind. She pushed the sitting Chris down and positioned her sex above his. Before swallowing his member in her drenched pussy, she leaned in and whispered. “Be sure to finish inside this time, Admiral.”

Iowa would once more become legend among ‘Admirals’, just not in the traditional sense.

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