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Make it Better (Momo TG)
🕑 Added 2025-11-17 04:00:33 +0000 UTC
Affirmations weren’t working, job hunting was a dead end and so naturally Robby was turning to the occult. It had been a long slide into anxiety, day after day of job hunting inside a shitty two bedroom, neighbors upstairs always stomping around when he was trying to sleep, his roommate never around cause he was too busy “carrying your dead weight.” He was sleeping next door so Bobby had to whisper as he followed along with a ritual, the spellbook from a used book store on top of a few stacks of manga as he read out some bizarre latin-y celtic shit.
The book had instantly caught his eyes when he had been walking dejected from an internet cafe, yet another month gone by and it was looking like he might have to dig into his savings. Sure he’d be housed but there was an indignity in knowing you were at someone else’s mercy he couldn’t stand, and as if dropped from the heavens (or some other place given the kind of book it was), he had seen it. No rituals, no animal sacrifice, no candles, just perfect chanting and vague details of a cost.
It wasn’t like he had much anyways, his ceiling peppered with splotches the landlord insisted weren’t mold, his whole area cramped. If some power wanted his bank account or shitty book collection they could have it as long as they gave him what he wanted. He read carefully, a week at one of those pronunciation guides handwritten next to the pile he was using as a makeshift podium, hoping it would work and half expecting to feel like an even bigger idiot for wasting a week. But he wasn’t. The book glowed, almost making him yell but he caught himself. He had to be careful with what he said, any utterance after the spell needing to be his complete wish in one go.
“I want to be a genius, gorgeous, creative person who’s rich enough to not have to work a day in their life and has a hot girlfriend!”
There, perfect. The best wishes were simple, direct. No room for funny business or misinterpretation as the book flashed and vanished.
“Oh shit it worked? IT WOOORKED! …er so when does it-”
THMMP THMMP
“SHUT THE FUCK UP I’M TRYING TO SLEEP!”
His grumpy roommate knocked on the wall, making him jump as he knocked into his stack of manga, toppling it. So far he wasn’t impressed, but maybe he just had to wait a bit? Guess it wasn’t an instant poof sort of deal. Robby glanced around, looking for any sign of change, trying his best to tune out his roommate’s dampened insults.
“I MEAN I’M THE ONE PAYING FOR EVERYTHING! IS IT TOO MUCH TO FUCKING ASK THAT I GET TO SLEEP WHEN THE ASSHOLES UPSTAIRS AREN’T CLOPPING AROUND L-HIIIIKE~? Huuuuuh?!”
He could insult Robby all he wanted, it wouldn’t matter soon, the scorch marks still visible on the bent cover of one of his volumes, all the signs that some serious magic shit had to have happened so where…? Were the pages… flapping?
It started with the scorched volume and spread from there, the volumes opening and closing, pages rippling with unseen wind before ripping out of their bindings. They fluttered around, stamping onto the walls, covering up the mold stains, reams of them flying out the crack of his door as every one of them shed their pages till just the empty volume covers remained, the husks of his MHA collection disintegrating to a fine powder. Was that the price? Everything he ever wanted for some books? Fuck yeah this magic shit was awe- Was his roommate moaning?
“Uhhhngh mmgh stahhhp ahhh what the fUHH UUHHNGH Ohhhh~!”
From then on it was a series of thumps and crashes, something intense happening on the other side of the wall, their cries quivering up to a voice that was weirdly familiar, but above all girly. Something connected, Robby gasping as he gave a smirk, his cock getting stiff as things started making a whole lot more sense. It seemed his roommate was getting to fulfill the hot girlfriend quota, too absorbed in his self satisfaction to notice his own nipples puckered and throbbing as the magic went to work.
Robby attributed his heightened arousal to the moans coming next door, thoughts racing on the kind of girl he’d get as the pages turned his peeling, water stained wallpaper to more uniform cream and purple, fuzzy sprouts of carpet making it look like his floor was growing some bizarrely shaggy form of mold. He’d look at the furnishings later, what mattered was how hot the sounds coming through the walls were, even as they began to trail off as the material grew thicker and more sound absorptive. He imagined someone with long hair, a spark in his brain suddenly visualizing alpha-keratin, the spirals and whirls of it, the chemical component of it, and as these visions poured in so did some mass under his nipples as the pert nubs throbbed larger and pink.
Yes he loved dark haired beauties, the image of his roommate’s hair growing as he gave into the lust only making his nipples throb harder, tiny cones now, a warm hum of mutated energy running through his genome as all across his body, hairs were pulled into their pores, deconstructed for use elsewhere as his short black crew cut began growing. Each surge felt like someone was pulling on his hair, Robby imagining his girlfriend taking charge, forehead beading with sweat as his free hand began rubbing across his body. His skin was prickly, tiny pops of inverted hair rippling all over though his oily, rough flesh was a bit of a turn off.
He didn’t want this greasy feeling even if it was tender, the heightened nerves from so many pores being plucked inwards adding to an internal thought of how much more sensitive female skin was, biology and chemistry bubbling up. Thinner skin, leading to enhanced sensitivity, sebum production reduced all those oils and fats far better to be applied elsewhere, Roby gasping as his skin gradually reworked itself, revitalized, tenderized and moisturized as it matched the internal stream of conscious, the formula for it leaking out his pores in exchange for some shrunken muscle mass.
God he felt incredible, moaning as his strokes amped up the pleasure, his cock a smooth rod, veins throbbing as they thinned, bulbed tip smoothing somewhat as his complexion paled all over. He felt sexier, better, smarter, even his thighs sliding nicely against his cock. Honestly it felt better than his hands, their grip frequently slipping as the tip of his cock continued to smooth over, an incredible heat building in his chest as his hands naturally found themselves moving upwards. Something about the glucose exchange in his body was getting more efficient, time dilating as Roby’s thoughts quickened and multiplied.
It was getting comfier to just lie back, the creaky springs of his shitty mattress already fluffing out with memory foam and feathers as the metal frame warped, thoughts of pillows, cotton fibers and stuffing sending rumblings into his entire body, the thought of things getting plusher making him moan as bone density shifted in his legs, a slight stretching pull angling his toes down as cellulose and fatty tissue was produced, so many lipids and structures changing their bonds like the shifting neurons in his head, such minuscule alterations having massive consequences as it felt like his entire body was vibrating at some hidden frequency of ecstasy as his rubbing thighs grew pudgier by the stroke.
Feminine want filled him, his brain running a mile a minute, eyes watering as pupils darkened, the pigment shifting, vision going past 20/20 as he squeezed his burgeoning rear against his bed. It was forming a canopy, the draping layers of silk mixing with the spreading fronds of black fringing his face, hands mindlessly rubbing circles around trembling, pliable a-cups that continued to swell with knowledge. His cock was stiff like a bar of iron, so many metals and formulae making his tits swell, rubbing his swollen thigh meat as if he’d reach a melting point. Fuuuuck it felt like he was going to burst, never so pent up, the arousal feeling different, something rumbling in his gut as he stroked and groped until finally-
“UHHHUUUUUHNGH~?!”
RIIIIIIIIIIIP
CRUNCH CRUNCH
It wasn’t a standard release, all that arousal turning to horror as right before his cock was sure to erupt, out popped a series of thin iron rebar, thrusting out his core, tearing apart his shirt, eyes twitching as his skull shrank, various iron and calcium in his bones ejected as his frame pulled on itself with a violent, wrenching burst. The worst had to be his cock though, a thin rod suddenly formed from within, spreading his cock wider as he thrashed, feeling it slowly lubricate itself up and out his tip with a slow pulsing stream of cum.
“What the fuck what th-HEEE FUUUUHNGH UHHHNGH SHIT!”
More crunches, calcium and iron bursting from pores like magic, his shoulders rounding as they wrenched into slimmer positions, his face twisting as plates of skull rounded, the refined features of a lady overwhelming his more slovenly, puggish face as his clothing was tattered.
Most came from around his navel, cutting open a wide v of exposed flesh, nipples throbbing in the chill air as he hugged his waist, feeling his insides churn, his carbon links twisting and escaping at every stray thought as protons and neutrons collided into an internal fusion and fission reactor, his entire body blazing hot from the reactions as his waist carved itself into a set of refined, womanly curves.
Why was he cumming construction materials? No, what were these changes?! Romy finally noticed the pulsing breasts as AC ran maddeningly over his nipples, lewd grunts accompanying the meaty surges of flesh all over as his ass and thighs continued to swell. Somehow he knew everything that was happening just from a glance, femurs and tibias shifting, a thicker lip bitten to restrain the pleasured howls as his pelvic region cycled through destruction and reconstruction, gradually spreading wider as his thighs were forced to encase his cock.
“NOOO OHHH OHHHH~!”
He was drooling, a few cotton swabs and balls popping out his soaked thighs, thoughts of fluffy warmth taking hold as he rolled onto all fours, moaning as his shifting calves molded their muscle upwards, curves angling into thicker and thicker conversions of his mass as he came. There was no way to stop it, the book gone, his body immobilized in ecstasy as his cheaper bookshelves crawled to the tops of his lavishly adorned room, intrusive thoughts wondering how long his voice would even remain. His former roommate’s squeals were still muffled, but her pipes had grown stronger, unwanted envy making his mind process it, zero in, imagining how his larynx would thrust inwards, vocal chords thinning, the cartilage shaving- Why was his throat s-so-
“AAAHHHHHHHN~ OOOH OOOH WAAAAIT S-STAHHP UHHHNGH~ STAHHP FEELING SO GOOOOHD~!”
It was like his intrusive thoughts were direct commands to his body, his voice quickly rising up, gaining a feminine vibrato as it echoed off his dorm’s room, so many facts and ideas cramming over his panic, strangling his reasons to not just enjoy this as his tits shuddered out to a size that gravity could start really showing its forces on. But as he moaned deliriously, there was also a spark of recognition. He knew that voice, the anime playing out, Momo’s scenes always a standout for her design, her amazing curves ah wait he shouldn’t think of Momomomomomo-
“OH NO OHHH NOOO OH OHHH YESSSS~!”
With the flood of memories came more fat, his tits actively juggling themselves up and down as they grew, memories of her life flooding in as his cock continued to unload. Her quirk, her mannerisms, her life, he couldn’t stop the bombardment, hips thrusting as his body continued to pump fat and muscle into his thighs, ass quaking as he desperately wanted to curse, but the vulgar act felt unnatural to such a prim and proper… lady?
Shit why did that sound right? So many expectations put on him, heavier than his bulging rear or swaying tits, pearly whites clenched as he tried to stifle the perverted noises his body kept forcing out. Sure Momo was hot and rich and had a ridiculous power and could get anyone she wanted and and… what was the downside?
PULSE
“NNGH AHHH I-I D-DOOOHN’T WAHHHNNAAA BE AHHHNGH~!”
He didn’t? But it felt so good, his old bed sure to have broken with all this thrashing but it was like he was fucking pure luxury between his thighs and a mattress that could pay for half a year’s rent before you got to the bedspread. Besides he always imagined Momo as being a secret pervert given her costume, imagining all sorts of toys she’d-
“GHHHK?!”
Oh no. He’d imagined a vibrator, his cheeks reddening, heart thumping as his face began to twitch. It was forming, right under his prostate, a plastic egg cap spreading open the organs behind his cock, the tip of it wedged between his g spot and the base of his leaking cock. Reedy gasps followed, the inner circuitry building from his quirk, such thorough, smooth penetration making him acutely aware of the forming vibrator. If he could stop thinking he would but it was such a simple device, the inner mechanisms something he could craft in his sleep with his current knowledge and all it would take is a simple squeeze t-to turn it-
BZZZZZZZZ
There went any restraint, Romy thrashing about as the vibrator made all of his shifting innards buzz, frantic thrusts having little result as it blocked any cum from escaping, the backflowing mass quickly converted by his quirk to further bolster his thighs and ass, the latter springy and tender to the internal spanks of fat and muscle, the former growing so thick it almost hurt how they were crushing his cock.
“MNNGH~!”
He didn’t want to admit how good it felt, how much better it all was, some stubborn pride holding on even as his hands stroked his exposed core, feeling the plushness of his sexy stomach, the pillowy girth of his- M-Momo’s tits as he gave them both a rough squeeze without thinking.
“UHHHNGH AH AHHH~?”
His cock pulsated like a snake coughing up its prey, the base widening as his prostate thrust downwards, a triangular growth plugging the far too large egg up his shaft as the entire meaty rod loosened. The squeeze of his thighs was adding more pressure to the bulged base of his cock, worming the egg up further, the flexible sheaf of cock vibrating as every nerve proliferation tripled. Anatomy charts were pouring in, his breasts thicker and bouncier, his moans quivering up as a bit of reserved embarrassment colored the open lust. He couldn’t stop, he didn’t want it to stop, Momy gasping as a proper upbringing montaged over her consciousness, her hips thrusting as she ignored all her teachings and squeezed.
“GAHHHH AHHHHN YESSSS OH YESSS~!”
She felt light headed, her internals gurgling, tubes and channels carving themselves through her widened hips as a chaotic array of marbles, straws and rubber hose popped out of her navel and ass, her forming cervix continuing to force the vibrator out as her thighs squeezed the stretched out, unbearably sensitive base. And still the intrusive thoughts came as she tried to, lips wriggling as she imagined Jiro watching her in her suit, that tactically necessary but lewd, revealing article’s specifications only needing a spare thought to cause her torn attire to shift.
She was biting her lips again, gasping as boxers half shredded on the sides flattened into a thong that added pressure to her balls, her shaft flopping upwards as it continued to bulge unnaturally from the slowly emerging vibrator. It was the ultimate delayed gratification, the reflex to each unbearable pulse of ecstasy jogging it further, making her tits need more attention as part of her mind slackened in time for her hair to pull. She kept imagining Jiro as she moaned, hands running up her sides as her shirt thickened to molded latex, tailored just for her form, plenty of skin exposed as the tight squeeze finished arranging her ribs and spine to fully accent her nearly finished breasts.
H-How long had she been referring to herself as a woman? Rrgh it was impossible to think, her breasts now tightly encased by latex that was sticking to her sweat covered skin, hands mashing the two together as they surged, her IQ rising, somehow calculating it would only take five more squeezes at the rate her thighs were forcing the vibrator out until, u-until…
SQUEEZE SQUEEZE SQUEEZE SQUEEZE SQUEEZE
POP
“YES YES OHHH YES OH Ohhh ohhhh god o-ohhhh no…”
She looked at herself in the ornate mirror she had delivered from her mansion, a slick trail down her thighs as the loose sheaf of her cock twitched spastically, her half-tied tubes unable to give proper release, her tits surging to their final size as her hair tugged itself into a ponytail. It was such a lewd feeling, such a desperate wringing and spastic flailing as her thighs mindlessly squeezed, Momy groaning as she watched her own erotic reactions to her masturbation. This… this was better wasn’t it?
She let go of her tits, rubbing her forehead, trying to come up with a reason why she should resist and coming up blank. She had been such a loser, unable to give back or create anything, and like this she could create everything, only limited by her own imagination, moaning as a dizzying wave of acceptance puled below. All she had to do was think it and it would be unstoppable, her shredded sweats rolling upwards, squeezing into a dense, yellow microskirt as she let the anatomy textbooks bleed into the forefront. Technically all babies start off as girls until testosterone worked its magic, so this was just a reversion to what was natural, her loose, slick shaft suddenly tensing as the muscle reeled in.
Some bits panicked at the feeling of it inverting, thoughts of her cock causing her entire shaft to stretch once more, a slick and bulbous mini dildo popping out as she screamed, hips thrusting as more of the loose shaft tightened inwards, ridged and textured from the insertions, her squeezed testicles ascending as her sack flattened. She was gurgling as her half shifted genitalia suddenly squirted, a mix of viscous and slick fluids chaotically ejecting, her whole body shaking as she could feel her masculinity giving its orgasmic death throes. Her door opened just as she gave one final shriek, the loose sock of flesh that had been her cock finishing its inwards unfurling, her pussy trembling as she willed the bisected bulb to densify, the sides bloating into labia as her clit finished its conversion.
“Heeeey Momo~…”
“Ehh? Oh right, my wish. Hello Jir-OHHH?!”
Somehow Momy had held onto enough memories to bask in the situation, glad the magic hadn’t taken everything or perhaps it had failed to completely subsume her into the character. Admittedly there was a little fuzziness but she could tell she’d be able to calm down and sort them out and truly live out her wildest dreams as a pampered, capable heiress as long as she had a moment to collect herself. Of course, her former roommate who had completely given in had no such thoughts, only lust, Jiro feeling like they hadn’t fucked in ages when she heard Momo’s moans faintly from the other side of the wall, a quick scamper into her unlocked dorm room seeing her fidgeting with her crotch, and she was more than happy to help.
“Ahh AHH W-WAIIIT NAHHHT YEHHMMMGH?!”
Momy wasn’t prepared for Jiro to suddenly peel off her suit, Jiro somehow better at handling her own breasts than she was as Momy tried to break free only for her earjacks to wrap around her waist and press her against her girlfriend.
“Sorry Momo, none of that princess shit today. I’m really pent up today so just be like my axe and sing for me.”
“UHHHNGH AHH B-BUUHHT III’M-”
More kisses interrupted any protests, Jiro’s tongue dangerously effective at making her melt, Momy’s memories sparking, her mind going blank as Jiro’s ear stalks slid off her skirt, teasing and grinding against her slit until Momo couldn’t help but shove her fingers in as something dribbled down her thighs. She was too weak to her girlfriend, she couldn’t resist her touch, the callused pads of her hands knowing just how to scrape against her breasts as she gave in entirely.
“Juhhst lehht me c-close the door I don’t want anyone to h-hear us?”
“Aww and deprive them of a concert?”
“J-Jiro I’m seri-OUHHNGH OHH ohh~?”
Both plugs joined her own fingers at that moment, whatever Momo had been worrying about long forgotten as the two soon made a mess Momo would definitely need cleaned discretely the next morning before anyone could come into her room again.
“That’s it Momo, you’re my hot benefactor aren’t you? Gonna keep me nice and inspired?”
“Ahhh y-yes OOH H-Haaarder~!”
She truly was living the dream. Then again, why wouldn’t she be?
