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Gotta Love Gyarus (Bully to Gyaru TG)
🕑 Added 2025-09-10 23:54:43 +0000 UTC
The beach was always a calming spot for Jason, even if he felt self conscious enough to wear an undershirt on it, the sound of the waves and the beep of his metal detector, the endless sands, it was a great escape from reality when fall was on the horizon. Fall meant school, school meant harassment and alienation. He had thought maybe university would change things, but half his bullies ended up going to the same school, not as dumb as he had hoped they were and the same rituals of middle and high school hounded him through his freshman year. Another three years of bullying and hardship, a bit of hopeless anxiety building whenever he imagined-
No no, enough of that. All he wanted to focus on for now was the sand and the distant sounds of beachgoers. The beach had a revolving set of lots so that they could clean the various beach properties regularly, Jason making a habit of walking from an active lot to the closest closed one, bringing his trusty metal detector to search for left behind goodies and treasure. Usually he’d find only trash and did have a small trash bag he dragged around alongside his wheeled cooler, but every now and then he’d find something fun. An odd bracelet, an expensive ring, even some old dropped coins from ages ago.
BEEP… BEEP BEEP… BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
This time was a little different, a wider swath than usual setting it off as he began digging. At first he was disappointed, an orange gleam revealing itself, his fingers digging under and carefully dislodging it from the sandy grave it was in, two orange lenses topped by a pink cheetah print frame, the metal gleaming oddly cool. He set it aside, unsure if they were cheap or expensive, women’s sunglasses not really his thing as he waved the detector, urged to keep digging as it kept going off, eventually brushing off the bottoms of two gleaming hilts, one red and one blue.
“No way. This can’t be…”
He pulled, groaning as he shifted the grips back and forth, loosening the sand around as he could feel a shocking weight connected to them, gradually pulling back till both suddenly dislodged, toppling him backwards. They were swords, red and blue, Jason in awe at the craftsmanship and thankful for the loose strings tying the sheaths to the hilts. Now this had to be the coolest thing he had found, a bit of fiddling revealing an honest to god blade, the kind of thing you’d have to pay thousands for to bring to a con. Even selling one would probably pay out six figures at the right place though as he noticed the blue had zebra print, the red had the same kind of pattern as the sunglasses.
Looking back at them now, he wondered if they were part of a set, maybe some designer crossover with anime? He held them up looking for a logo, yet the moment his eyes stared through the lenses an inexplicable urge filled him. PUT THEM ON PUT THEM ON it filled him with a need, the sounds of the world fading, a warm buzz filling his fingers, the tips of his nails turning pink as he raised them towards his-
“Look out faggot!”
The punch came from nowhere knocking him to the ground, a kick following that launched the glasses from his hands as Jason recognized for just a second the face of his biggest bully Sean before everything faded to black. Sean was a bruiser, getting by on a football scholarship and shaped like a slightly thinner bouncer. He definitely joked enough when he beat on Jason that he wasn’t allowed into the cool club, a joke that got old fast but everyone laughed at anyways cause you didn’t want to get on his bad side.
“Get up Jason. Come on you should be used to a few love taps. What did some time away make you forget?”
He poked him with his toes, the lack of a reaction more frustrating than worrying since he wanted something to fuck with after his friends had to bail on a beach meetup. Seeing his favorite punching bag from a distance had felt like the universe’s way of making it up to him, but now he was out for the count. What was he even doing? Community service? The rake thin dweeb did have a garbage bag and some snacks, also some fake swords cause of course the nerd probably wanted to fantasize being one of those cool anime guys. Even painted his nails pink like the little girly boy he was though when he saw the sunglasses he froze.
Weren’t these that expensive brand his ex with the big ass kept going on about? Resell was something crazy like five figures and shit. Well well well, seems Jason had done him a real favor, money falling into his lap as he checked them for any signs of damage. Shit what was the brand, these definitely had the heft of high quality and those big lenses were so pretty he should put them on. Huh? Why would he do some gay shit like that unless he needed to test the product right? Better put them on to be safe. Put them on PUT THEM ON PUT THEM-
They slid on easily, Sean’s legs trembling as heat pulsed through his body, far different than the beating heat of the sun. It was far more internal, sexual, his cock pressing tight in his shorts as he stumbled about. Shit was he getting heat stroke or something? Maybe that cute nerd had a- He grunted, just the sight of Jason sending a shock of arousal down his spine, his cheeks flushed as a look of disgust filled his face. Cute? Did he really call that adorable nerd a real cutie patootie~. The edges of the glasses tingled over his ears, his brow beaded, then dripping with sweat as he wiped the stinging secretions, swiping away chunks of his bushy dark brows with it as the sting of sweat caused his lashes to grow.
“Ugh the fuck’s wraaahng with me? I wouldn’t be into some…”
He trailed off, Jason’s crumpled form making the heat worse, his skin positively buzzing as hairs stood stiffly up, loosening from their pores as a light breeze plucked them from his arms and core, his knees knocking together as a hand hovered over his crotch. Master’s so cute and weak. Just imagine how easy he’d be to tease right now. Tease? No he was a bully he wanted to push him down and utterly-
“GNNGH?!”
His right hand was rubbing through the trunks, already feeling his tip leaking as the dampness flowed down his thighs. This was fucked up but totally haaawt right? He nodded, his damp hair growing, bleached streaks of blonde filling out his buzzcut, his neck less girthy, eyelashes fluttering against the lenses. He’d never felt so turned on in his life, rubbing with his middle and ring fingers, pinky extended, nails growing with every stroke as his eyes didn’t leave Jason. God this fucking weak nerd just asking for him to cuddle and snuggle him back to-
“AhhHAAAHN~ Ahhh fuuuuuck!”
He came, his knees giving out as he pitched forwards into the sand, groaning as his cock unloaded. It felt different than normal, far more intense, like a squeeze starting from his extremities running up his limbs, pressing past his head, down his throat, rumbling through his chest before coiling under his core, his cock and-
SPLLSSH
“Oh my god ohmygodohmygawdohmygaaaawd~?”
Each spurt left him weaker, not just a feeling, his muscle shrinking as slivers were lost, his height shrinking an inch every few spurts as his tone gained an odd lilt to it, gaps between words shrinking, his voice going up as if asking a question as an almost valley girl accent creeped into his baritone. So many memories of Jason were welling to the forefront, like something was dredging his brain, a bubbly voice growing louder as it whispered “cute, adorable, sexy” like some kind of hypnotic suggestion. He had to clench his hands to stop stroking himself, confused by the stabbing pain of his fresh mani~ the sparkly pink nails calming him down as his now hairless cheeks rose into an ill fitting grin.
But the fascination only lasted so long, his sausage-like digits losing their filling as they shrank, lewd gasps and groans following every pulse as callus peeled off, his pale complexion mixing with the sweat, somehow smearing to reveal tanner, smoother stuff beneath as even the way he moved and held his hands had this articulated femininity to it, bent and spread as if admiring how cuuuuute~ they now were. Despite the horror there was this almost… pride swelling up inside? But the horror won out as he went cross eyed, gasping as his own cock quivered, the swollen appendage bobbing as half an inch of its girth visibly sunk.
He could feel it… INSIDE of him, spreading his balls, squeezed between a gap in his pelvis as he choked on the following squeals of demented bliss, happy she was still a screamer either- His eyes were watery, the orange light poking through filtering the hazel from his eyes, temples throbbing as he realized something was in him, changing him, eyes widening as they slanted inwards. It was the glasses, that fucking nerd leaving such a lovely gift for him he had to enjoy it for-
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
He wouldn’t let whatever the fuck this was take control of him, his hands grabbing the lenses and pulling only to find they were stuck tight, each tug only tearing at his lobes, the lids above plastered to the top bar, his nose to the bridge. Each pull stretched them out, Sean unaware of how his pug nose flattened from years of tackling was being stretched out to a cute button, his eyes growing larger and brighter. Worse, it felt good, the full body releases continuing as now every pre orgasm had his knees pulling together, the sensation of his submerged cock swelling and spreading him open unbearably potent as he flopped like a fish out of water. Fine if he couldn’t pull them off he’d just break the fuckers, arms flexing as he put mismatched strength into his shrunken hands and squeezed as if I’d let that happen ya lunkhead!
Any subtlety to the drainage was discarded as strength faded from his arms, sounding like deflated balloons as his already meager grip strength lost even basic support, his wrists slimming, biceps squeezed down to something you’d pinch instead of flexing. The displaced ringlets of muscle pulsed upwards, leaving behind slender arms he’d totes wrap around Jason later as he prepared for an orgasm, groaning as the mass hugged his shoulders together, turning his broad frame trapezoidal as they ground his collarbone lower. Except it didn’t go down, it surged up, choking him as his Adam’s Apple was crushed to paste, his face writhing as his throat filled with the taste of lip gloss and sugary sweet specialty coffee blends and and-
CRUNCH
He couldn’t even moan, gurgles escaping without substance, his cock twitching as it made slow circles, teasing whatever gap was being formed as the barrage sent him spasming against the sand, utterly at the mercy of whatever was changing him as the glasses that started it all hooked their stems around his ears and pulled. The two lumps of mass helped, thrusting up into the canals internally, hands jerking uncontrollably as they tore a hole through Jason’s trash bag. It was like his ears were getting fucked, the glasses urging them upwards, no longer vacuum sealed to his feminized features as his cock continued to stir and push. This sensation of being fucked was spreading outwards, tingling up his core, prickling over his nipples and concentrating inside his rising ears, new erogenous zones being formed as the lobes inflated.
Don’t worry bestie you’re toootes gonna realize this is waaay~ better than being some prick.
What else could even be said, all speech rendered moot by the overwhelming thrusts of mass fucking his ears as they rose, bloating his choked lips, bubbling away his douchey exterior as the widened lobes cupped themselves outwards. Some whines were beginning to escape the migrating mass, bubbly and cute, the realization it was his voice making him squirm as his cock’s inwards grinding hastened. His ears were now floppy cones, some of the mass straining out as white fluff that added more structure, the shifted appendages unbelievably sensitive, just the sensation of them slotting at the top of his head and bristling against the sand enough to-
“KYAAAAAAAAA~!”
His cock was stuffing itself, the massive release folding an inch inwards, fucking the submerged chunk as it unfolded, diving deeper as his monstrous member became more average. He couldn’t hold any of it back, his ears flapping independently, the inner fluff tickling them as the rest of the mass burst out his head as a pink and blonde mane that radiated femininity. He could remember the salon now, years of routine and haircare to look our best, conditioning, brushing and plenty of mall days spreading his mouth into a beaming grin as the addictive sugar high of fashion filled him.
“UHHHNGH L-HIIIIIIIKE STAHAHAAAWP~!”
Fuck he sounded hawt like his own wet dream, thrashing as another half inch of cock wormed its way in, his body blistering from the sounds Jason would have her make later. He hated how turned on that thought made him, groaning as his nipples stayed stiff, his vision framed by tresses of pink bathing him in perfumed bliss. It just made his thoughts all tingly, sports and all that competitive stuff sooo not our style~!
The girly thoughts now followed with a sensation that could best be described as petting, invisible hands rubbing his new animal ears, making sure he felt like a good girl being rewarded. Everything was being overrun, even the trash he had spilled, cans and other scrap metal twisting around his arm, forming bangles and bracelets as the urge to take a cute selfie and poooost~ had him posing as he fished his camera out his dampened swim trunks.
“Ugh no gahhhtta call for helpsies!”
He barely fished it out before the case turned pink and sparkly, his new face opening a lock screen with a pic of her adorbs Jason on it with heart and kissy filters all over it! Everything was being replaced, his thumbs fumbling as nails scratched at the slightly cracked screen, opening up photos as frat pics became sorority selfies, his limited camera roll blowing up in pics and outings. See how much more fun we’ll have? Old you barely tried new things. Feel how nice it is to be wanted? A flurry of notifications filled the top of his phone, texts, updates, likes, a tidal wave of validation that caused more of his bulk to squirt, shrinking below six feet as so many people wanted to talk to her, have her around, feel her presence… He didn’t even notice his fingers opening insta and posting the selfie he had just taken.
“OH FAAAAAAAWK~!”
It was an eruption, sweat and cum smearing across his body, turning to cheap spray tan that slathered over his paleness, everything bronzed nicely save for a few awkward spots she had totes forgotten to remove her bikini for~! Even without a bikini, the outline was obvious, pale flesh surrounding his throbbing nipples, the straps and bands criss-crossing over his fading muscle. He rolled onto his back, the phone falling right onto his erect nipples, the barrage of likes giving them plenty of stimulation as they puckered to thick, suckable nozzles, pink overtaking his pecs as his cock continued to thrust. Gawd he wanted to be railed right-
“NOOO N-HOOO I’M A MAHHHHN! I-I LIIIIKE FUCKING NOT B-HEING NNGH!”
More of his muscle was melting, pooling under his nipples as yet another overstimulation, the rising mounds framing his erect cock as he tried to hold onto his masculine urges. He imagined stuffing his cock inside the girl he was becoming, those soft pouty lips he had seen in the pictures wrapped around Jason’s cock as his tongue watered, the rhythmic thrusting of his own getting him hornier as he imagined Jason rubbing his ears, sticking it in, sucking his nipples as he called her a good-
He screamed, another inch slurped in as his breasts bloated up, launching the phone aside as they filled his vision. So much muscle was being drained, fatty globs making them jiggle as his nipples dug into the surrounding muscle hungrily. Memories of the gym were overwritten with spa days, lingerie stores, salons, boutiques and vacays. Geez all that time spent only pumping weights when you could be having a lot more fun with our boyfriend silly!
Another inch, his innards getting looser, the muscular thrust of consumed cock rubbing against his prostate as another cup jiggled from the muscular soup of his fading strength. This was all that nerd’s fault, this entire dream his doing so he must know how to turn him back, yet the thought of approaching him at all felt all tingly and nervous liiiike he was so cute did she really want to-
“UHHHNGH I-I LIKE G-HIIIIIRLISH GUYS! I-I MEAN NNGH OOH OOOOH~~!”
They were growing, that nerd slipping into every fantasy he tried to use to maintain a firm grip on his sexuality, but it was so hard to feel manly when her tits kept swelling with love, Jason always so desperate to make her happy which was so, s-so fucking cyuuuuute~! If his stomach was full of butterflies then they were all fluttering north, Sean giggling between moans as their little wings tickled under his nipples, nesting into the burgeoning sacks as his oiled up waist pulled itself inwards with a series of meaty, blistering gurgles. They were getting so heavy his arms toppled, slamming his tender tits right into the burning sand, the last of his paleness swallowed up by the heat as he rolled over.
Lying on his back, feeling the fat rumbling upwards, his waist hugging inwards as if she could feel Jason crawling on top of her- It was such a submissive position, his cock agreeing as it plowed inwards as Sean really felt himself being fucked, another inch pounded, pancaked, squeezed and popped as his masculinity dwindled, all of that femininity pouring into his skull as he squeezed his tits together and moaned out, “OH MY GAAAAAWD LIIIIIKE JAAAASON YAAAAAAAS~!”
He never should have even looked at him, because that was all his brain could focus on, surrounded on all sides by a pink buzzing abyss of fashion and girliness and at the center of it all was a continual fantasy of Jason. His cock erupted, globs of cum sizzling and shifting midair, slathering onto his body as rub on tanning oil, his cock barely half its original length as it pried his hips apart, stabbing into his prostate as his legs kicked wildly in the sand. It wasn’t like he couldn’t think of sports or his past bullying or who he was, it was just how uninteresting all that stuff felt, cruel even to pound on Jason like that, but it seems you don’t mind a good pounding huh? Inwards his cock dove, feeling like it was going to tear him in half, the self fucking funneling in waves through his pelvis until-
CRCK
SPLSSH
FLMMP
Something was pulling out his ass, unfurling as it ground against his prostate, his legs having all their bulk and muscle drained into his pillowfied lap, spanking under the bloating curve of his rear and expelling out as a massive, wagging tail. It felt like its own intense orgasm, the mass bursting out as it even tugged on is cock, his original monster pulsing and shrinking till it was barely even three inches, his hips tearing through his shorts as all he could imagine was Jason pulling her tail and scratching her ears and rubbing her tummy and calling her a good girl until she-
FLLP
He was losing it, everything so girly and jiggly and sexy now, even his swim trunks giving in as the shredded netting stretched over his leaking cock, firmly cupping it inside a pink, spotted pattern, the rest sliding up his stomach in a way that tickled him pink till it latched onto his breasts and squeezed. There was nothing hard left on him, his feet pedicured and slim, his legs as curvy as can be, even his cock was less stiff and more a rubbery tube that flopped about, any definition smoothed over by his new skin. It was barely two inches, the last dregs of what she had been struggling over a full sack, the almost girl dizzy as he stumbled to his feet.
Ugh he couldn’t think, every step making something jiggle, the bubbly chatter whispering louder and louder as he felt dizzy. Water, he needed some water or something cold, half stumbling towards her cutey patootie Jason’s cooler as she opened it up, fumbling for a bottle till she saw a still freezer crusted popsicle laying there. His cock tried to stiffen, her thighs rubbing together like he was trying to start a fire, that thick, sweet rod making her salivate as she pulled it out and zipped the cooler closed.
“Uhhngh dahhhmmit why am I doing this g-gay sh-hiiiit~?”
Ugh did he really use that word derogatorily? He could barely remember what he even was trying to hold onto, so much more popular, desirable, liked. He didn’t even care when he peeled off the wrapper and shoved it into the trash, letting more of Jason’s scrap metal wrap around his body, forming bangles, thigh rings, bracelets, jewelry. All he wanted to do was suck on a popsicle and watch Jason’s chest rise and fall, rise and-
“Mmgh y-yeah this is ahhhll cause of Jasy-poo…”
Yeah she was everything he wanted now she bet, and he was everything she wanted too, her lips sliding over the popsicle as her tongue wrapped and danced around, her left hand rubbing her shrunken cock with her palm while she thrust into her ballsack. She wanted it so badly, making performatively lewd noises, unable to resist the bubbly bliss of her new self, the burning arousal, thrusting harder and harder as she mashed her testicles into her forming pussy. God she just wanted to have him ravage her, scraping the back of her uvula with the frantic blowjob she was giving his melting popsicle, her own just as malleable as she pressed down, feeling her tip invert.
She couldn’t stop, images of bullying bursting into cuddling and care, everything so much nicer, bubblier, sexier, her body craving to be complete as her balls burst open inside, the last seed she’d ever spill that wasn’t Jason’s draining out, her fingers spreading the tiny opening into a proper slit as her cock opened up. If there was anything male left inside her, it drowned under the intensity of her first orgasm, her popsicle almost choking her as she came, spreading her slit as the last nub of cock plowed her balls in, squeezing the shredded lumps up and over as Suzy was born, flashing a matching victory sign.
“Hey babe. Aww c’mon honey wake up. Jasy-poo I got some waaater for ya or maybe you’d prefer something sweeter hehe…”
It was a nice dream, his fuzzy consciousness slowly returning, though the sight he woke up to clearly had to be a dream. She was a goddess, like the idea of a gyaru personified, her tanned curves jiggling at even the slightest movement, his cheek cupped as she shimmied closer.
“Huuh? Am I in heaven?”
“Ohmygawdohmygawd Jaaaaayson you’re totes too sweet!”
He looked around for his bully, the name of him weirdly hard to remember though the black eye forming reminded him of him even as the image grew fuzzier.
“Aww does my baby have a booboo?”
She was caressing the bruise, Jason stuttering, trying to hide his enjoyment and gasping once her hand gave his cock a little rub.
“Don’t worry babe, just let Suzy take care of ya. Trust me you’re gonna feel wayyy better and forget all about that pain.”
This’d normally be when he’d pinch his cheek, but she was already doing that for him, wriggling her hips to slide down her bikini bottoms. Somehow Jason knew her name, knew what was about to happen on such a deserted patch of beach, and that despite all logic pointing to the contrary, this wasn’t a dream. Something told him he didn’t have to wait three more years for the good times to start, his girlfriend peppering him with kisses as she whispered into his ear, “I’m thirsty babe. Wanna get me a drink? How about… sex on the beach teehee~!”
