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Maybe Rantaro had gotten himself a small curse during one of his many travels. It was easily manageable. He'd turn into a girl randomly, but he could turn back with a simple ritual.

Easy.

And maybe he's transformed in front of Makoto, almost tearing straight out of his clothes as he did, but it was fine! He just had to explain himself, and everything would go over nicely.

Or maybe Makoto wouldn't care one iota about Rantaro's curse. And maybe he would fuck the knowledge of the ritual to turn back right out of her head. And maybe Rantaro wouldn't care at all at that point, much too focused on making sure Makoto's cock was buried as deep as it could go inside of her

It wasn't something that could have been expected, by pretty much anybody. When he was traveling the world to find his long-lost sisters, which he had very little luck in, he came across a cave with a woman claiming to be a witch. He didn't expect the woman to be telling the truth, and when he jokingly asked if she could prove it, she must not have liked his tone. He could barely make out her words as she spoke in hurried Latin and did indeed prove her point.

Soon, he found his once masculine body changing before his eyes and becoming the form of a busty young woman. He learned that same day that this was an eternal curse, one born from the ire of a reclusive witch. At random, he would change forms, no warning to it, and the only way to change back was to cast his own incantation, a rather simple thing to learn. The inscriptions that must be carved into a stone to summon the witch's magic was the trickier part, but after a few attempts, he'd managed to fully achieve the ritual and return to his male form.

Luck tended to be on his side as he had yet to change forms in front of anyone, which he supposed was a blessing. Though, it also spoke to his lack of true connections as he had nobody whom he could have transformed in front of. When, a year after the curse was placed upon him, he was accepted into Hope’s Peak Academy as the Ultimate Explorer he scarcely even though of the curse. He was happy to join the 79th class and hone his talent to one day reunite with his siblings. He even started to make friends, well friend, he really only had the one. Makoto Naegi, the supposedly lucky student from the 78th class.

The older student was a welcome surprise, and Rantaro often found himself wanting to spend more time with him. They would get closer and closer as the year progressed, and Rantaro had never brought up his transformations, and luckily, he had been able to avoid changing in front of the lucky student for a while. Yet not all good things were meant to last.

When the school asked for volunteers to help set up decorations for a school celebration, Rantaro was quick to sign up upon hearing his only friend had agreed to set up the sound stage on his own. The pair struck up easy conversation as they met up at Rantaro’s dorm. That was the exact moment that tragedy struck. He felt the only telltale sign of the curse, a quick sting in the back of his neck. Left with no time to properly react or do anything, and Makoto straight in front of him, he prepared for a lot of explanation as his body finally transformed in front of someone else.

His hair grew rapidly, extending and cascading down his back in soft waves of green, his face slowly rounded slightly around his chin, and his waist slimmed. Rantaro felt his lower half change next, his thighs grew, soft and pliable, his ass jutting out, thicker and far more round, finally feeling his dick almost fade away replaced by far more womanly nether regions. Finally came his chest, ballooning out until his bust grew far too tight for his shirt, causing it to start tearing, just barely being able to contain his expansive tits. Finally, when it was all over and Rantaro had a chance to breathe, he, well now she, gathered her word to explain herself to her friend.

Yet when she looked at him, all she could see was a far away look in his eyes, Makoto had a gleam in his eyes she had never seen on the boy. Preparing for the worst, that he may despise her now that he had seen the curse, she quickly gathered her courage, though she couldn’t help but pause upon looking at him again. This time, it wasn’t because of any look he had, but what she saw, almost as if looking at him for the first time. She could see the delectable signs of muscle even underneath his jacket, and as her eyes continued to roam, she noticed a sizable bulge in his pants that caused an uncomfortable heat to pulse between her legs. It took a moment, but she shook her head to remind herself that she was a man, not a woman. She wasn’t interested in her friend, no matter what her current form suggested.

“M...Makoto...I...I’m still Rantaro-” She slowly tried to explain, her voice far higher than what her male form had, only she didn’t get to finish her sentence as the lucky student, like a man possessed surged forward and pressed his lips to hers.

No matter what she thought of it, she couldn’t help the mewl that escaped her lips as Makoto roughly took her first kiss and pulled her into him, her chest pressed against his in a sinfully delightful way. Rantaro should have pushed him away and continued to explain, but when she felt his hands grope her ass another mewl escaped her, and she melted into him.

She wasn’t a woman and she shouldn’t have felt so good at the mere touch of the student, but she whined submissively as he continued to play with her round cheeks to his heart’s content. The lucky student broke off their heated lip lock, causing another needy whine she didn’t want to admit came from her to escape. Spinning her around, she felt her ass pressed against his arousal and let out a happy sigh, almost forgetting once more she wasn’t supposed to enjoy this.

“Mako...Makoto...I’m still a...we can’t...I just need to fix...Ahhn” No matter how hard she tried to find the words to protest this, she couldn’t. Instead, she found a shattered moan of pleasure that would properly leave her lips as Makoto continued his show of dominance she didn’t know he possessed.

Makoto tore her shirt, fully causing her bountiful chest to bounce free, her pale orbs exposed to the open air, and more importantly, Makoto’s free hands. As they came upwards to happily toy with her now exposed tits Rantaro could only pant and moan happily even as her mind swam in confusion as to how this could have happened. Idly in her hazy mind she could hear Makoto ask her something but she was too distracted by the pleasure that came from his, admittedly rough, handling of her tits, slapping them about and squeezing them like they belonged to him. Her mind was cleared of it’s haze by a sharp tug at her nipples that caused her to let out a moan of pain mixed with pleasure she had never experienced in either form, it still allowed her to hear his words properly.

“Rantaro, I’m giving you one chance to stop this right now, and you can fix this.” She knew it wasn’t a lie. It was just the plain truth. If she wanted to stop this now, it was her chance. So what did she want, to let him have his way with her and then switch back afterward, or let this end here and switch back as quickly as possible.

“Fuck...fuck me.” The words left her mouth before she could truly think about it, but feeling the throbbing of his cock within the confines of his pants, and the way his hands seemed to light her skin on fire meant she might experience a wave of pleasure she would always remember.

She could just change back when all was said and done, and then they could move on as if this had never happened, but at least they’d have the pleasure of the moment. Rantaro could almost hear the luckster smile, as he pressed his lips to her ear, his breath against them sending a shiver that made her acutely aware just how soaked her pussy was, and how much it ached with unfamiliar need.

“Then strip and get on the bed.” It wasn’t a request. It was an order, given with a heavy tone despite how breathy the whisper itself managed to be. Something in her mind clouded again, how could Rantaro refute such an order happily tearing her clothes off as she bounded toward her bed, feeling how drenched her thighs had become as she removed her bottoms.

Finally, free of all of her clothes, she practically dove onto her bed, eager to find release for the heat in her body and to experience the pleasure she knew was coming. Rantaro however wasn’t prepared for the sight that was before her as she opened her eyes to look at her friend and soon to be lover. She was wrong when she thought he was merely more muscled than what would be expected of him. His body was toned and lithe, yet the definition of a six-pack showed clear signs of beginning to form. What truly caught her eye and made the maddening haze of her mind cloud even further was below that, a monolithic pillar far extending from him.

His cock was larger than she thought possible, idly somewhere in her mind recalling that in her male form she was nowhere near that size. It was like a spear, fierce and throbbing, jutting from his body, almost intimidating in it’s length, and she couldn’t take her eyes from it even as something in her core clenched, desperate for the attention of the monster before her eyes.

As he grew closer she found her eyes unable to stray from the pillar of cock that he possessed, it was all she could focus on. At some point he stood directly in front of her as she sat on the edge of her bed, his dick was in front of her face and she couldn’t help but breathe in the scent of his shaft. The musk, much like the rest of the boy, drew her mind further from any rational line of thought. Rantaro couldn’t help but press her face to it, feeling it’s heat radiate and his scent further flooding what remained of her brain with more and more thoughts of the pleasure he would bring her.

Tentatively, her actions barely conscious, her tongue lapped at the underside of his cock, the boy letting out a soft, but nonetheless pleased tone at her actions, causing her entire body to shiver with joy. His hand came to comb through her hair before settling to grasp at it, like a makeshift handlebar as she continued onwards. She slowly dragged her tongue from the base of his cock before letting herself lap at the tip of it, a mere drop of precum staining her tongue, and as shameful as it was immediately cause her body to shake as an orgasm to tear though her. Rantaro shivered at the thought as she tried to recover, if that was enough to send her into overdrive from pleasure, what would it be like when he truly came, when he fucked her.

Evidently, something must have sparked further in Makoto at the sight of her heavily panting, her chest heaving after she came. His hand tightened further in her hair and dragged her lips back to the tip of his cock, once more reminding her of the overwhelmingly dominant musk that came from it.

“It’s only fair that you get me off too, isn’t it?” While he phrased it as a question, they both knew what it truly was, another order. Her lust addled mind wouldn’t have dared refute it as he guided her, Rantaro’s mouth opening to take in Makoto’s shaft. If she thought the smell was enough to empty her mind, it paled in comparison to it’s taste. She could almost feel thoughts flee her brain as the delectable taste of his cock burned it’s way into her mind.

Rantaro couldn’t help but crave more of the flavor that she knew she’d become addicted to if she wasn’t careful. Slowly but surely, she pressed onward, taking inch after inch inside of her, until the tip of his dick kissed the back of her throat, causing her to gag, her eyes water Rantaro was desperate to get more, and despite her struggle she tried to push onward, feeling Makoto throb in her mouth as she choked once more, his breathy groan let her know he very much enjoyed her ministrations. The thought that he was enjoying this, that she was bringing him pleasure, caused her legs to quake, the thought bringing a delightful ecstasy throughout her body.

It was the spark she needed, her brain covered in a haze of lust and desire to bring him the pleasure a stud like him deserved. After several inches of cock found itself at home in the tight confines of her throat, she let out an unrepentant moan, her lips happily kissing the base of his shaft. The green-haired girl held herself there for as long as she could, happy to deprive herself of oxygen if it meant holding onto this taste and bringing pleasure to Makoto. She felt a sharp tug at her hair that caused her to let out a whorish squeal, furthermore she felt Makoto begin pulling her head back.

She wanted to whine at the loss as she watched all she had taken in reappear, but when her eyes met Makoto’s, he held a pleased look, yet it was a soft one. Almost unspoken, she realized he was allowing her a moment to breathe, clearly despite his rough display still caring for her state. Drool and saliva trailed between the tip of his cock and her lips, a display of how lost she had gotten in the moment, and how much of a mess Rantaro was making of herself in her desperate bid to please her upperclassman.

Once she had regained her breath, a part of her mind seemingly kicked back in, and for merely a moment, she questioned why she was doing this. Why exactly was she so desperate to please him? Why did she enjoy this so much? She was a man. It just didn’t make sense, but as quickly as the thoughts formed, she found them leaving her once more. It didn’t matter in the end. This was a one-time thing, and she was determined to do the best job she could.

With reverence she latched her lips around his cock once more, ready to take his length down her throat again. Rantaro had more of an advantage now, though. She knew just a bit more about what made Makoto tick. She more willingly allowed herself to choke on his length, letting the lewd sounds of her sucking and swallowing his length fill the room. Her theory was proven right as the older student let out a groan of pleasure, throbbing in her mouth yet again.

Rantaro had another trick up her sleeve, she was more accustomed to his length and sped up taking him to the base far quicker than she had the first time, her throat spasming around his member. She drew back until just the tip of his cock remained in her mouth and with a confidence she hadn’t quite had, gave him a lewd wink before slamming her face back down his inhumanly sized cock. Clearly the girl had done something right as she felt him jolt forward shoving the last uncovered inch of his cock into her waiting mouth. From there on, it became a blur of movement.

She repeated the process time and time again, drawing back and forth along his dick, eager to coax his load out of him. At some point, the fog of her mind led her hands to wander low, pressing against her soaked nethers, her fingers finding their way inside of her to pleasure herself. Rantaro was frantic in her actions, her fingers rapidly pistoning their way in and out of her drenched cunt, as she slowly forgot about anything that wasn’t Makoto and the pleasure they were both receiving.

“Fuck...” It was the first word he had spoken since this entire thing started, and with how he twitched inside of her mouth, she knew what was coming.

Eager to accept the impending load, her body seemed to move faster than it ever had before. Her movements became sloppier as she shoved as much of his unparalleled size into her greedy maw as she could, her fingers a blur as she closed in on her own orgasm. Suddenly, Rantaro felt his grip on her hair tighten as Makoto shoved her head to the base of his shaft, making her eyes water once again.

“I’m cumming, take it you stupid slut.” The words should have been degrading, but they seemed to empty her brain through her thighs as an explosive orgasm tore through her.

That wasn’t enough to stop her from accepting his load, shot after shot of his delicious cum, even thicker than his pre, being emptied directly into her stomach. Rantaro was thrilled, lost in the feeling of overwhelming bliss that accompanied the load she had earned. There was nothing she could do nothing to stop him from dragging her head back along his shaft, filling her mouth with more of his seed. She didn’t want to swallow any of it, she wanted to savour the feeling even as her cheeks were filled, desperate to have his cum burn away her taste buds.

There wasn’t much of a choice as he continued to send more and more her way, and she only swallowed what was needed so nothing would drip from her lips. By the time he had finished, she looked a mess. Even as he drew his cock back from her lips, Rantaro desperately chased it down unwilling to give up her new favourite treat.

"You did good, Rantaro." The simple praise lit a fire in her, an a moan escaped her even as she continued to paw at her cunt and savour his musky taste.

Rantaro swirled what she could around her mouth, overloading her tastebuds as much as she could. Finally, she swallowed what she had and couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh, her mind focused only on the taste and her own fingers mindlessly moving inside of her. Her eyes were unfocused, almost unseeing, cumdrunk as she was, so overloaded from the pleasure of the experience to even be aware of what was still to come.

She was swiftly reminded of the fact that they were nowhere near done when Makoto dropped his monolithic pillar of cock onto her face. Her eyes crossed to stare at it, and Rantaro panted upon the realization that he was still so hard. As she went to lap at it once more, she was stopped by his voice.

“Lay down on the bed.” It was a simple and concise order, and her head empty of anything other than the desire to obey him followed it without hesitating.

She moved as quickly as she could, desperately wigging back on to her be to do what he had asked of her. When she looked at Makoto, he had a small smile on his face and moved slowly to climb onto her bed, leaving her whine. Rantaro wanted him to move faster, to just speed up and take her already, but she didn’t move. She wouldn’t dare do anything that he hadn’t asked of her. Once Makoto reached her, he simply put his hand on her forearm, and yet it set her alight with ecstasy, her own juices running down her thighs. Rantaro just knew her sheets were already ruined, and she wanted every set she owned to be the same.

She squealed with unabashed glee the moment she felt the weight of his titanic cock drop on her soaked cunt. Her hips wiggled underneath him, but the hand on her arm almost seemed to keep her frozen. Idly her mind came to the conclusion that he hadn’t given her permission to move, his hand the reminder of the magnetic power he held over her. The best she could offer was a needy mewl, waiting for him to make his move and claim her.

Before too long her wish would be granted as Makoto dragged his dick along her soaked folds causing her to let out a whorish moan. He pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance and without warning sheathed himself inside of her. That single thrust had her body convulse, and another rapturous orgasm took her, Rantaro moaning to the heavens, alight with bliss. He gave her a moment to recover as her walls tightened and spasmed around him.

When the spots faded from her vision, they were brought back anew when he drew his hips back and thrust forward again. Makoto pressed onward this time, the wet and warm expanse of her cunt eager to accept his length. Who was he to deny the request of the girl’s body?

Slowly he sheathed inch after inch into her soaked quim, both letting out a mixture of groans and moans. Then, the slow tide of pleasure changed as Makoto met a final challenge. His cock kissed the entrance to her womb, and Rantaro thrashed underneath him as if goading him on. One final thrust and Makoto had bottomed out inside of her, every inch of her pussy was filled by him and yet she wanted more. That was Rantaro’s only thought, how she didn’t just want him to fill. She wanted more of this pleasure.

“Please...” It was meek and empty as she panted like a bitch in heat, almost the only word the girl could think to say.

“Please what~” He asked with a sly look, not moving at all waiting for her response.

“Fuck me, ruin me! I want more!” It was a desperate plea from her lust-addled mind, but one he was all too happy to oblige.

“As you wish slut.” That word again, said as he drew his hips back, pushed itself past the pink haze covering Rantaro’s thoughts, and buried itself into her mind. The pleasure she felt when he called her it was unlike anything she had felt in her life, even her previous orgasms paled in comparison.

It seemed that now that she had properly asked for it Makoto had no reservations treating her like the slut she was. His hips became a blur as he pounded her senseless. For a while the only sounds in the room were the lewd sounds of flesh meeting flesh, the groans of pleasure from Makoto and the whorish moans of the cock-drunk Rantaro.

More and more of her thoughts were buried in that pleasurable pink haze. All she could focus on was the feeling of his thrusts, the groans of pleasure that left his lips and the word repeating itself in a loop in her mind. The only thing that momentarily broke her fixation was the feeling of another toe curling orgasm tearing through her body.

Makoto gave her no reprieve, as her body spasmed and convulsed around his cock, he continued on with each thrust pushing past the entrance to her womb and driving her mad. After a while he took hold of both of her legs and pushed them back, trapping her in a mating press, giving him easier access to her cunt.

“Yes...yes...moar please...pleash.” She pathetically begged for more, her words slurred, as it was all her mind could think to ask of him as he pounded every other thought out of her head.

“Isn’t this so much better? Do you still want to go back?” He asked her even as his hips continued to move, and she couldn’t help but be confused.

What was he talking about? Go back to what? She couldn’t find an explanation, and when she tried to think of it, all she found was the all-encompassing fog of her mind and was driven back out with a vapid smile on her face.

“Go back...to what?” Rantaro asked in between breathless moans, and she couldn’t give him an answer if he didn’t know what he was talking about.

“To being a man, isn’t this better than going back to that?” That thought penetrated the haze, and she suddenly remembered what had led to this , yet it only lasted for a fleeting moment.

“I’m...I’m not a man.” She moaned out blissfully as she felt his cock push past the entrance to her womb again.

“Then what are you?” It was a simple question, and she knew the answer.

Something inside of it had always known that answer. It permeated her thoughts after all.

“A stupid slut! I’m your slut!” Rantaro moaned out gleefully, fully accepting her new reality, giving up her previous life to experience all of the pleasure Makoto could bring her.

It must have been the right answer because he bottomed out inside of her with a groan and stared at her with a pleased smile that lit her body on fire. She felt him throb inside of her, and she knew the inevitable had arrived. Rantaro’s cunt, soaked with her juices, trying to coax his load from him.

“Take my load then slut!” Finally, he let his impending load shoot out, flooding her womb with his seed, painting her walls white.

“Yessss...thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you!” Rantaro cried out as shot after shot of his cum filled her and he pussy convulsed around him to get more of it, another orgasm rocking her body and shattering what was left of her near empty mind.

Her unprotected womb greedily accepted his seed, ready for the upcoming pregnancy that a slut like her was made for. Her tongue mindlessly lolled out of her mouth in a slutty ahegao. Her cock-drunk mind couldn’t form a thought, so overcome with pleasure she was. When Makoto’s load finally petered out and he withdrew herself from her, she couldn’t stop his seed from escaping her, too numb from the pleasure, too empty in thought to even try.

When her eyes finally focused, she only saw Makoto, his face in front of hers, and a vapid smile formed on her lips. Rantaro knew her role now, she was his slut, a hole for him to use, and that was all she would ever want to dream of, a life with him the only thing she wanted. She wanted to give him more. She wanted to bring him more pleasure, but she was devoid of the energy to do so.

Makoto seemed to sense her thoughts and pressed his lips to her in a soft kiss that caused her to mewl. It only lasted for moments, but it felt like a lifetime to her mind. She was well and truly addicted to the lucky student. Before she could protest, he pulled away, and a smile graced his face.

“It’s okay, I know you’re tired.” Rantaro wanted to protest and tell him he could use her body even if she couldn’t help him, but the way he said it made her realize how much he cared for her.

She let herself be lulled to sleep by the feeling of Makoto’s arms wrapping around her, and she used what little energy she had to curl into his chest. Rantaro barely remembered the life she once led. All she wanted now was a life just like this, with the man she loved, as the woman she was always supposed to be. Just before her eyes finally fluttered closed and sleep overtook her, she heard him say something, and it would bring a smile to her face that would remain there while she slept.

“I love you too, Rantaro.” It was accompanied by a soft kiss on her forehead and sleep overtook her.

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