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Power of Love (Mitsuri TG Mass Twinning)
🕑 Added 2025-04-26 19:56:03 +0000 UTC
"Hmm so I'm meant to make all three hashira levels as fast as possible..."
Mitsuri was thinking out loud, not that her three arguing listeners really cared. That wasn't true, that adorable Tanjiro boy was listening intently albeit with an apologetic air given Zenitsu's screaming match with Inosuke that only stalled when his eyes lingered over her body. They seemed to be annoyed at the dance uniform she’d given them, even though the pink leotards highlighted Zen’s petite build so adorably, and Inosuke seemed to be trying to flex his way out of the white tights as a challenge. She wasn't sure why she had been chosen to train them, Mitsuri's strength coming natural to her, her own love breathing just what came easily to her. Of all the breath techniques in the corps, hers was the most singular, and she never taught it to others purely because the raw strength of love could... Oh…
"So you all want to be stronger? And you all chose me as your model oh how lovely! I won't let you down!"
A full body bear hug rather quickly stifled the argument, Zenitsu's head smashed between her breasts, Tanjiro awkwardly nestled to the side and Inosuke struggling to escape a deathly grip that seemed impossible for such a feminine beauty to have. Even Zenitsu couldn't fully enjoy the position, his spine creaking as the three of them collapsed into a pile the moment she let go.
"I will teach you all the essence of love! My adorable breathing sure to give you a boost all over. And it even just makes you feel wonderful as if the whole world is hugging your insides, even a bloody battlefield like a field of flowers once you let love's influence in!"
Tanjiro was the only one truly paying attention, his eyes clearly forcing themselves to stay locked on her face with only a hint of blush, Zenitsu drooling but sitting in the most optimal spot for lecherous viewing. Which left-
"Impossible! Fighting isn't about love it's about strength! I bet I could beat up that stupid love stuff and figure out what makes you so strong! Tell me your secrets! And let me tear off this stupid uniform!"
Even that brash denial was adorable in its own way, Mitsuri eagerly soaking in the attention though not happy to see Inosuke trying to tear off the uniform. It was a good thing she’d made the fabric extra stretchy, and she was sure they’d realize how glorious her love would be once they started. Of all her techniques it was the most personal, but also the one that filled her with a childish exuberance at the idea of sharing, Mitsuri excited to get all three started on their makeovers to fellow hashira.
“Please don’t deny it, the power of love is in all of us! I’d be so sad if any human didn’t have even an inkling of it. And I can tell that you all have a bud of love in you! For your sister!”
Tanjiro seemed to be the easiest. She’d heard he was a fast learner which meant he probably wouldn’t need any extra attention
“For… well I think you’re almost overflowing with love.”
Zenitsu she’d have to correct, though such lewd and obvious love lacked the delicacy her technique required. In some ways he’d be the easiest, in others the hardest, not that the latter would be a shock given how obvious his bulge was in the leotard.
“NOT ME! I DON’T CARE ABOUT THAT LOVE CRUD! GIVE ME VIOLENCE! LET’S FIGHT!” Inosuke seemed the most outwardly hostile. She’d definitely need to give him some special attention, though there was a clear beauty he was trying to hide, one she’d take advantage of as she prepared to teach.
“Love of fighting is, of course, a kind of love silly! Why the act of getting your heart rate up, blood pumping, heavy breathing… o-oh my, maybe we’re compatible?”
It was a cheeky thing to say, the three unaware of how deeply Mitsuri was breathing, exhaling plenty of sweet scented breath, her love already wafting over as they breathed it in. Too minimal to show any noticeable effects beyond a slight calming sensation. A few splotches of blush were warming Tanjiro’s face, the faintest of twitches as Inosuke awkwardly shimmied, letting her know it would work.
“Now I want you all to pay attention. I’m going to teach you the ultimate breathing technique yaaaay! Not just anyone gets to learn this though I will warn you it’s quite the rush. True love breathing lets you feel every breath nuzzle into your lungs, wriggle into your blood and swim till your entire body is tingly and warm which is why the core is crucial for this! Now watch!”
Zenitsu’s eyes nearly bulged out his skull, Tanjiro equally as flustered when she unbuttoned the collar, easing down the belt of her uniform as she left her navel on display.
“Like this, iiiiiiiiiin~ and ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut! Just watch my core and body. C’mon, you can do it!”
The next few were silent, her body breathing in and out, her eyes darting around as each exhale added a bit more dullness to their eyes. Inosuke was the big grumbler, either the mask blocking her love or his demeanor just too stubborn, but as she showed off her breathing it was as predicted, Tanjiro who was the fastest learner.
“Good, goooood… When you breathe imagine you can feel mother nature’s love filling you. Clear your mind of all distractions and really feel how happy the world is to have you in it! Isn’t that lovely!”
That adorable Tanjiro was doing anything he could to ignore her voluptuous curves, Mitsuri feeling her heart flutter for such a gentlemanly demeanor, or maybe it was his complexion as his breathing matched her rhythm, a few straggler hairs popping off, his ruddy complexion smoothening over as the edges of his jagged forehead scar paled to fresh skin. The other two would need some tender loving care but as she spoke in a purposefully hushed voice she waited as Tanjiro’s brow unfurrowed, eyes shut in tranquility as his eagerness and quick learning was paying off.
Slow, smooth breaths in and out rising up from his core, a gentle warmth pervading him as he sat cross legged, his cheeks blushed as the warmth sank him deeper into love’s embrace, his cock gradually rising as the world grew quieter, cozier, flecks of chapped skin peeling off subtly swelling lips. Tanjiro’s breath outs were gradually whispering to gentle coos, a wellspring of strength building up in his core, rumbling against his fully drawn sword as his navel lengthened, slivers of appealing fat smothering the building muscle as his body hummed in blissful, loving ignorance.
“Rrgh stop speaking so quiet! Feel like I’m gonna sleep instead of get stronger!”
Mitsuri turned to the main problem, eager to get started on him, though Zenitsu’s wandering eyes were making it a tad hard to go full hands on like she’d prefer. Ideally she’d have two eager followers quietly letting the love flow rather than a lecher and a disruptor. Thankfully Inosuke’s stubbornness was a boon for her plans, the boar mask a perfect thing to hide just how full of a transformation her technique would be.
“Aww do you want my attention so much? I do love a forward man…”
“That’s not what I- GMMF?!”
A few strides and she was on him, gripping him into a tight embrace as she smothered his head between her breasts.
“H-Hey I want some of that too! Hey hey please!”
“Just a moment Zenitsu. I have to tame this wild boar. I’ll correct your breathing soon, cutie~!”
“L’GOO’FFMEE! L’MMEGEHOU’FFTH’STUP’D-”
Ffffff~
Even with his wriggling it was little problem for Mitsuri to take a deep breath and blow a very targeted, direct blast of love into his right ear, Inosuke seizing up as his muffled complaints turned to confused groans. Already she could see his ear shifting shape, Inosuke dazed as his brain was tingling, her long breath out coating it as she soothed him.
“There there, you love learning new techniques. You love fighting. You love how this feels, don’t you?”
She was specifically whispering it, each breathy exhale spreading her influence as dark hairs bristled atop his scalp, pink spreading up the roots while Mitsuri felt something stiff dart against her thighs. Each sentence she switched ears, keeping him stifled inside her loving embrace, his trembles weakening as the shallow breaths forced fast intakes of her lovely learning to infuse itself into his breaths. It was like cotton candy fluff spinning over his brain, his danger senses squirming in their helplessness as his panicked gasps hastened the process. It felt lovely…
“Nngh ahh hfff hfff hhhnngh~?”
“That’s it. Feel the power slipping in? Feel how the love is coursing through your soul? Let it sink in. That’s a good boy. Deeper…”
Under the mask his eyes were tearing up, his already feminine features maturing as the snout of his boar mask squeezed against a thinning nose, lips plumpening between Mitsuri’s breasts as his irises paled to a softer shade of green. At some point in the embrace his struggles had shifted to dry humping, Mitsuri encouraging the lust with a few reciprocal thrusts of her thighs, his groans clearly rising, green invading the blue highlights at his shoulders, pink pushing the rest of his hair down. The mask was muffling the rather visceral sounding crunches as she squeezed her breasts, hearing happy grunts rising, his hands struggling to pull himself away still, every breath shrinking their girth, adding more length to the nails, slender digits.
“That’s it keep letting it in. You love it, you need it. The whole world swelling inside, filling you head to toe with love. You love being a good girl don’t you? Keep breathing…”
“Mmmgh hff hff uhhhngh hfff a-aaaaaaaah~?!”
Mitsuri’s fingers danced along his collarbone, jabbing as the bones shifted, his gasps hitching up as her thumbs dug into his Adam’s Apple, unyielding as she freed his airways from any obstructions, shoulders trembling as their width began to compress. He was finally starting to breathe properly, her own infectious breaths tranquilizing all the instincts screaming inside, his mask hiding a perfect copy of her face moaning as his whole body tensed from a deep breath in, shoulders rounding down with a breath out that left Mitsuri’s thighs dripping with sticky love.
“There we go. Now keep breathing and let me help little Zenitsu with his problems.”
Minosuke trembled, unable to disobey, his high airy voice filling the tight confines of the mask with hot, moist love that he’d breathe back in, merely gasping as his cock continued to dribble out cum. He could feel something leaving him with every breath out, unable to stop as his fingers thinned, muscle warm as the love bubbled up to appealing layers of fat. He had to stop breathing like her, but his neck muscle had been fully converted, his lips struggling to keep the breathing in, to stop the warm, comforting flood that he knew was wrong… somehow. B-But it felt stronger, better, the pink pervading his brain, the love nuzzling deeper, his nipples puffing up as MItsuri moved onto an unaware Zenitsu.
“Me! Me me! Me next! Help m-GHH!!”
He was completely unaware of any warning signs, Tanjiro’s quiet coos or Minosuke’s changes either too subtle to notice or hidden, then again with the way his eyes were glued to Mitsuri’s figure she did wonder if all that worrying even mattered. His nose was already leaking from the anticipation of her help but he was clearly not trying at all to learn her love breathing. Clearly she’d have to ingrain the proper techniques into his body as she grabbed him from behind, her hands feeling up his core as his perverted breaths let her feel just how unbalanced his breathing was.
“I hope you don’t mind if I get a little rough. Your posture needs some special work. Mmm~ adorable muscles…”
Zenitsu couldn’t believe this was real, the love hashira herself feeling up his body, or should he say feeling down as her hands trailed lower, the massaging flirty in nature as he tried to keep his cool. He didn’t know exactly what she was feeling around for, but he was more than happy to let her keep looking as he just imagined her hands fiddling with his-
“Ah there’s your core’s pressure points! Yaaaaay now hold still!”
“Whatever you say th-though I think there’s some tension even low-ERGHH HH HFFFF?!”
Admittedly for as cute as Zenitsu was, she preferred the more rugged muscles on Inosuke’s body or Tanjiro’s more balanced physique, her thumbs finding Zenitsu’s slimmer body a breeze to fix as her thumbs jabbed diagonally into his diaphragm. His voice made a froggy kind of growl, Mitsuri’s fingers digging into his core’s muscle as his waist contracted. She was choking him, squeezing out the air, muscle, all sorts of things as her fingers punched into his stomach, his internals shifting as she pinched and shuffled around the muscle groups.
“Oooh you really are tense huh?”
Zenitsu was finding it a lot harder to enjoy the manhandling when it felt like his muscles were clutching his lungs in a vice grip, his skeleton buckling under her firm grip as she easily hugged his waist slimmer. Worse than the pain was the pleasure, his choked gasps driving even more of his precious oxygen out as Mitsuri’s fingers danced over his core, digging into the toned muscle and pounding it flatter, an erotic high like little else following the internal shifts as his balls slapped awkwardly, her massaging shifts pulling on something deep inside that made them jostle violently. All in all it was becoming a lot more fun to feel up his smoothening core, the skin so much softer, slicker, though there was the concern of his face turning blue as he seemed to be barely breathing.
“Hmm you probably need more clearance for this to work huh? Ooh I know~!”
Zenitsu was floundering, hoping she’d explain any of this only to feel a knee brutally knock against his spine, Mitsuri’s steel grip pulling his shoulders back as he cried, Zenitsu certain he was about to die as his life flashed before his eyes, constant reminders of how she’d never find a husband-
CRACK
“OHHHH~! Haaaa hff hff hff oooh OOOOH YES!”
Oxygen rushed in, cum burst out, Zenitsu’s eager breaths hastening his core’s reformation as an orgasmic afterglow filled his blood with an abundance of love. At least that’s the best word he had to describe it, every lurid fantasy he’d had paling to the joy that accompanied every breath, his heaving navel trembling as the air tunneled down, breaths in creating a thin gap between his hips that winched, breaths out smoothening over his muscles, condensing them as tender skin grinded against the masculine structures beneath.
Every breath was its own orgasm, sweat dripping from his core, cycling him through bliss as he came, driving the love out in goopy spurts, lungs filling up with more as his stiff cock throbbed before another release punched it back out. It left him unable to properly scream, each one trembling to a choked eep as his back continued to arch back, muscles squirming as the tightness between his thighs worsened.
“AHHNGH P-Pl-HEEase nngh o-ohhFFF CahNNGHT C-Haaatch my br-HEEEEAFFFF~!”
His core rolled with every breath, his eyes fluttering, feeling muscles part pleasurably with every opening of his lips, his hips winching wider by the gasp.
The moaning sounded distant to Tanjiro, his whole body focused on the technique, a zen state achieved as all the groans and gasps did was add to the erotic undercurrent worming its way into his subconscious. The breathing just felt so right, lips and nostrils slowly gathering the love that pervaded the training hall, his lungs tingling with cool air and a growing capacity, each breath wiping away a caul of weakness letting the technique grow, his breaths lengthening as power filled his form.
Breathe iiiiiiiiiiiin, his stomach rising, power bubbling up over the muscle, blood filling with love as it slipped through muscle, condensing it, caressing it, his entire body bathed in Mitsuri’s technique. It was addictive, the slow breathing making his skin hum as fine hairs plucked themselves, his cock leaking as his groin grew hairless save for a small pinkening patch between his thighs shaved into a heart.
Breathe ooooout, his skin feeling tighter, everything humming as it softened. The stress was melting away, his stomach falling back cuter, fingers and toes alight with tingles as they tapered out. It was like his body was a sponge full of warm, bubbling water and every breath out strained it purer, his skin all peachy and and responsive to the slightest stimuli, toes and fingers flexing eagerly as masculinity squeezed out thinning pores. Damp hair slid past his cheeks, lashes gradually fluffing longer as his eyelids remained shut, savoring the feeling of his lashes hugging each other…
Breathe iiiiiiin, the love was flowing, his blood fizzling with the bliss, more fat flooding. Something was inflating alongside his lungs and chest, his thighs trembling as softness gradually closed the gap, giving his cock a plush surface to rub against as precum beaded down the smooth shaft. His hands were unconsciously rubbing his body, not even registering them as his own as the grip turned gentler, svelte palms rubbing up and down his sensitizing body, feeling like Mitsuri was gradually touching him all over, instructing him to sink deeper and deeper into the path of love.
Breathe oooooout, a stream of release gently flowed, lubing up his thighs as they angled together, his calves nuzzled curvier as the muscle condensed. The cycle continued, in and out, his cock’s releases gradually thickening as his thighs soon squeezed his sword, Tanjiro never so connected to the world, to his body, cooing as his thighs thickened inside the training tights. His fingers rubbed against them, loving the subtle give as they played with the pillowy meat, savoring the texture as tiny rips dotted them. Larger and larger, in and out, more refinement as they tore open silently, hands slipping in to rub the flesh, damp hair wetly clinging to his shoulders as his worries and thoughts slid out a tingling scalp.
There wasn’t a hint of tension anywhere in his body, nor resistance, his own touch goading him on as he restrained a gasp, not wanting to mess up the cycle of breathing as he came. Lewd thoughts popped into his head, Mitsuri’s body, her airy voice sighing, moaning his name, telling him how she could feel his love… Another gasp as his waist shook, cum spilling under his pillowy thighs, Tanjiro struggling to maintain his composure as he tried not to break LOVE’S cycle as he gingerly squeezed his own thighs.
Zenitsi couldn’t believe he could be hard, much less how horny he could be after the largest orgasm of his life. All over his skin was erupting in aroused tingles, the clothing far too chafing, rubbing him no matter how he moved as he quickly tore it off, groaning as he stumbled to his knees tangled up in half torn tights. At least he could think a bit, Mitsuri whining about tearing his training clothes and blushing as she looked away as if she wasn’t just doing something far more perverted.
He had to escape but he kept gasping, his erect cock kept slapping against his stomach, the toned but soft core making it feel like he was thrusting against Mitsuri every few seconds and the amped up everything of his peachy skin made him too scared to even try and restrain his cock. His balls felt tighter and his core felt awkwardly grafted onto the rest of him, such a curvy, huggable… oooh if she could just rub against some hard, muscular-
“HFF HFF HNNGH I C-AHHHHHHHHHN’T~!”
Zenitsi woke out of his horny daze from the other side of his sexuality, Mitsuri’s voice clearly cumming through some kind of muffle. His cock twitched, such a lewd sound impossible to ignore, the heavy breathing coming from Minosuke who had reached his limits, the oxygen deprived boy gasping for air, forced to breathe properly as the recycled love grew stuffy.
It had been like stewing his brain in Mitsuri juice, the mask bunching up where chaotic tangles of pink and green had slid past the back, two beauty marks burned into his gasping features as her fluttery, airy voice continued to fill his thoughts. Strong she was too strong to resist, b-but he was the strongest! Wasn’t she? Ohhh she’d never find a husband like-
“OHHH~ HOOOO AHHHHHHH~!”
Each rapid breath in heaved his chest forwards, puffy nipples straining against the leotard, the darkening lumps harder than the pecs behind as all sorts of urges grew with the bubbling pops of air squirming under his nipples. Zenitsi was staring at him, his cock out and erect, Mitosuke trembling as a sudden throb pulsed behind his cock. He had always been an instinctual ‘act first, think later’ type, a trait that would hasten his undoing as the pleasure that accompanied each breath urged him to breathe faster, harder, properly…
“ZEHHHHHniiii I f-feel w-HEE EEEEEIRD~!”
Mitosuke’s chest was rising, but it wasn’t fully falling when he breathed out, the sparkly heat in his brain spreading down his throat, running along his smoother collarbone before resolving in his chest as his hitched moans climbed. His pecs were being strangled, the uniform unbearably tight as love pooled over the muscle, his chest soon perked cones squashed against fabric stretched thin, his nipples looking so thick and hot as he gave them a curious poke.
“GYAAAAAA AHHHHN IT B-HUUUUURNS~!”
His speaking was getting fluttery, pink locks bursting as his mask tore apart, his leotard following as tits burst out, his back arching violently as nipples were sawed by the snapping threads, pained hyperventilations making them swell faster, juicier, a slight jiggle accompanying the rise of his chest as they burst apart the training uniform. Mitosuke squealed, his cock twitching as it let out another burst of cum, more girth leaking out as his shoulders squeezed even tighter. He felt confused, the breathing orgasmic, Zenitsi’s eyes crawling over his moaning form both embarrassing and utterly enticing as his cock spasmed back to hardness.
Zenitsi really had to run out but his eyes were glued to his changing teammate, his own arousal easing the new muscle memory, his core puppeting his breaths towards slow, methodical cycles, fight and flight dulled as his gold eyes grew pollinated with green subconscious lust. Keep watching. It was a sentiment he didn’t mind, drooling at the show on display, Mitosuke veering between pure embarrassment and desperate need as he moaned Zenitsi’s name. It was like his own private striptease, the real Mitsuri nodding as she watched their cores begin to sync, knowing it wouldn’t take long for them to give in.
“Hnng they k-heeep groooowing. N-AHH AHHHT suhhpOHHsed to hAHHHve bOOOHbies ohhh~?”
Memories were unclear, his dark hair made her look so stupid when she tried to be normal- No h-had to ignore the other memories, ignore how good they felt he knew what men were supposed to have, bulging muscles, hard throbbing instruments of loooove~! He gasped, another spurt exiting as his tits swelled further. They were bobbing now, thick enough to sag as he grabbed the alien lumps and tried to push them back-
“OH OH OH OHHH OHHH OHHHH YESSSS~!”
Zeni was staring, Mitsuke groaning as his hands lost to the plush heft of breasts, the already slimmed hands turning truly girly as his turned on moans continued to bloat them. They were dragging him forwards, his hands jiggling them up and down as his eyes blushed at Zenitsi’s cock. He loved her. The thought added to the heat melting his mind, his masculinity, his body feeling stronger as all those silly little worries faded. He needed something so badly it was driving him crazy, tits surging as he could barely cup them with his hands, the pink locks braiding themselves as it felt like his innards were tying themselves up in knots.
“Zeeeeehhhhhnitsu I waaaaant yoooooou…”
This was its own kind of fighting right? THat’s what Mitsuke’s mind rationalized as he stumbled forwards, breathing harder as the need continued to work through his core. Each breath was diving deeper, rumbling over his tits, squeezing past his waist and flowing into his ass now. It made his knees feel weak, breaths hitching as it felt like his core was rumbling down, that indescribable need his body clearly wanted being tickled as something thrust down his stomach and rammed against his ass cheeks.
“AHHHHHHHN AHHHH AHHH~!”
The faster he breathed the faster the air rocked his body, his forwards tottering given a sway, the cycle of breathing, growth and ramming getting her more excited, hot breaths gasping as the inwards breaths really wrung his core, tighter, firmer and perfect for Zenitsu to cuddle and squeeze and-
He needed it, his body’s instincts begging for love however nebulous that term was, all his distaste from before forgotten as he needed to feel it inside, stirring her, pumping her full of- His breathing was in a panicked state, ass cheeks firming up as they swayed, Mitsuke dazed off a lustful high at his lover’s eyes were focused only on him, all his urges to be on top and prove he was the greatest wife manifesting in a confused mishmash of top and bottom, Mitsuke deciding to do both as he swayed his thickening ass and thighs, topping Zeni with his bottom as he rammed his ass against Zenitsi’s face and sat.
Time slowed for Zenitsi, already magnetized by Inosuke’s transformation as he watched her bare tits form, his own seat growing plusher as the calm breaths of an onlooker winched his hips wider. It was a literal fantasy of his, some nights alone where he’d imagine Inosuke’s pretty face moaning as he turned into a woman, seeing the mostly Mitsuri squealing his name, begging for him, it was enough to stunlock a perv like him far beyond reason, at least partially from half his bloodflow pooled in his cock, and another hefty portion streaming out his nose. Really it was only as her wiggling ass turned around and eclipsed his entire view did his higher functions pump out the rather obvious thought, “Oh wait isn’t this really bad?”
“Hey wait a second InosMMMPH!!!”
It was a mighty pin, the pillowy ass cheeks slamming his head back, Mitsuke’s full body weight hitting like an anvil as Zenitsi gurgled out meaningless syllables under the horny top’s burgeoning mass. He was unable to breathe, smothered by an ass that was growing as she moaned, her thighs straddling his head as she squeezed. Survival instincts raged against submissive horniness, Zenitsi struggling to at least get a better position as his nose nuzzled into something velvety and… throbbing?
“HMMGH NNNMMPH NNN NNNNGH!”
The wet dream quickly turned into a sweaty nightmare once Zenitsu realized he was buried in Mitsuke’s taint, his frantic wriggling making the almost girl shudder as she pressed down harder. It was happening, that sweet sensation his body craved, that it desperately needed untangling as Zenitsi’s nose and lips thrust into a loosening sack.
“OHHH OHHH YESSSS THAAAAAAT M-HOOORE OF- KYAAAAAA~!”
After feeling like his innards had been boiling for ages it was no wonder they parted so easily, Zenitsi unaware of what he was carving out with his resistance, Mitsure screaming as the harder she grinded her ass against his face the deeper his balls sank, spreading open, all that heat finally having an outlet as the swollen testicles nestled into throbbing folds, her head rocketing back as her pussy spread open.
“GLLLRGGLLLRRG GAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHN AHHHH~!”
Mitsure’s first female orgasm spasmed against a mishmash of structures it wasn’t suited for, not really satisfying the building need but definitely making her brain give in to the feminine persuasion as she felt Zenitsu’s tongue dart into her folds. All her male cum was stuck roiling around her receded testicles, pure, sweet love spilling into Zenutsi’s open mouth as he bucked.
LOVE
LOVE
LOVE
That’s what flooded his mouth, Zenutsi’s hips popping apart, cum chaotically spurting out as Mitsure’s love juices overflowed, the nectar like an aphrodisiac on steroids as his lips plumpened against her labia, his voice immediately rising up to an equally sweet tone as her sweet release. All of the pent up lust inside Zenutsi was boiling over, his cock erupting as Mitsure’s thighs clenched, her orgasmic spasms molding his fast into an equally lewd copy as his irises pinkened to throbbing hearts.
“AHHH AHH WAIGHLLSHHNNGH~!”
Zinutsi’s moans were turning himself on, another burst of love from above making him swallow as the gulped liquids burrowed down his throat, leeching under his nipples as they poked into Mitsure’s thighs. It was like his own arousal couldn’t be contained in his body, his cock’s frantic eruptions unable to keep up, the burning love overflowing as his nipples tripled in size, puffy and pink as his squealing tongue scraped at the deepening pussy above. Every time Mitsure breathed out, hot puffs of love were breathed in by Zinutsi, his yellow and orange hair soaked pink from her thigh’s sweat as they jiggled and spread, Zinutsi helpless to resist the skull crushing thighs as his cheeks scrunched cuter, eyelashes tickling the upper end of Mitsure’s slit as two lustful emeralds drank in the sight of the massive ass she’d soon have.
“N-HOOO I-I W-haaNNGHHLLSH SLUUURP Uhhngh t-to squeeze AH AHHH GET AHHHFF~!”
At first he was too weak to do anything to the steely strength backing the massive cushions of her ass and thighs, gulps of her nectar making his tits swell, his core rocking suggestively as he’d breathe in and swallow more love the shocks rocking his core suggestively as he’d cum out on the breath out as his air was suffused with the scent and smell of Mitsuri… But his strength was rising, his deceptively toned core bursting with power, his shoulders compressed by Mitsure’s thigh clenches as they slendered with every orgasmic release above.
He finally managed to push her off, arms snapping as strength squeezed them slender, Zinutsi gasping as each breath made his core correct, so many juices swallowed it was making his tits turn even more sensitive than his cock… Feminine and masculine desires swirled inside his perverted mind, Zinutsi groaning as equal flashes of cocks and muscles were turning him on, the thought disgusting him as he tried to hold on.
“I-IIIIII’M A MAAAAAAAHN A MAN MAHHN AHHHHHHHHYEEEE~?!”
Despite seeing an example earlier of what happened if you slapped your own tits, Zitnutsi had tried to do a masculine chest thumping display to assert his dominance, his cum erupting instead watery and weak as his tits surged to Mitsuri’s size, his body trembling with lust as waves of pink washed over his feminizing frame. Looking down was hypnotizing, two meaty tits jiggling with every move, one hard piece of meat slapping against her tummy like a-
His balls thrust suddenly, a lewd gasp further unraveling pink from his head, femininity hungrily sucking at his balls as the tightness turned to a dizzying series of tugs. He needed to fuck something, t-to penetrate it and show he was a man, steely muscles beginning to rub internally, that widening gap making each thrust ascend higher before slapping back down between his thighs. And then he remembered Mitsure, still in a horny daze herself, moaning in a puddle of love pooling out as Zinutsi hopped on top of her ready to-
SCHGLOP POP
“OHOOOOO FUUUUUUUUU-HUUUUUHNNGHAAAAA~!”
Zitsuni had forgotten Mitsure’s one prominent feature still remaining, accidentally plowing his balls against her stubborn cock, both burgeoning hashiras screaming as Zitsuni’s balls slurped and spread as Mitsure’s dick slipped inside the resisting “boy.” Though resistance was a strong word compared to the look of utter bliss on his face as his remaining masculinity was plowed into fervently.
The rampant release of pheremones and love was collaterally filling Tanjiro, the quiet, focused nonfocus while Mitsuri watched her two problem students go at it like masters. That was how deep he had fallen into the breathing, the love haze thick enough to muffle anything unwanted. His brow was wrinkled, clear trembling throbs threatening to break the slow pattern of in and out, his cock twitching as he did his best to focus. He had to ground himself, hands trailing up as he held his core, feeling the power surge as he slowly breathed in, clenching his core, bearing down as he smoothly breathed out.
He wasn’t aware of the effect this was having, his core becoming pokable as his fingers rubbed against the muscles, small pops of receding lines as he firmed his core curvier by the brush. His cheeks were firmly red, the building heat only lessening so much with the small dribbles out his tip, a true measure of his will and focus that he wasn’t moaning wildly as his thighs clasped around his cock, encasing it in their plush embrace. His furrowed brow flattened, eyebrows wriggling themselves cuter, his red scar peeling off as red streaked sweat drained the color from his hair.
Even as the distractions worsened, his nipples throbbing in tandem with his cock, his eyes bobbing as the edges of his sockets gradually widened, he continued to breathe as he was taught. In. Out. In. Out. As his sides continued to curve, love handles forming as his hands stroked them happily. In. Out. In. Out. Untold strength continued to build, Tanjiro not wanting to stop, scared it would all vanish if he didn’t complete it, feeling an indescribable density forming as the love pounded away at his imperfect form.
It was welling up, building in his ass as his prostate was slowly pressed by thickening muscle. Like the rest of him it was being strained, reshaped, a circle far less stable than the pyramid forming internally, a needy rasp added to the breathing as the love drilled into a womb, the breathing gaining a new source to build from as heat surged behind his nipples.
“GET OUHOOUUOUUUT UHHHNGH OH OHHH~!”
“AHHH~ I F-FEEL THE LOOOOOOOOVE~!”
Mitsure’s legs wrapped around Zitsuni, rolling him to the ground as she made one final use of her cock. All of those indescribable urges were finally given an outlet, her mouth hungrily sucking at her mirrored face, the look of pure love boiling over his objections urging her on as she pumped deeper into his forming snatch. Each thrust sent a pink explosion of femininity bursting in Zitsuni’s brain, all his protests of only liking girls confused by the Mitsuri clone fucking him, her cock plowing her, h-his insides deeper harder, k-keep going you stuuuuhd~!
“AHH AHHH NOOOOH~ I’M NAHHHT L-HOOVING GYAACK~!”
Saying that word triggered a mass exodus of any remaining spunk, arcing out in a watery stream as he was manhandled, his slit sucking greedily at the cock as the rising strength even translated down there. It didn’t matter if Zitsuni said he didn’t want it, her body clearly did as it hungrily pulled, squeezing back as Mitsure’s cock slowly lost girth, Zitsuni realizing he was almost disappointed at having less love love love inside her- God no he had to remember he loved cocks and muscles and and aaaaand-
Mitsure had no such problems, using her full body weight to pleasure her partner, feeling like she was using a double sided dildo as the base of it thrust back equally into herself. It was glorious, mutual love spurring her onwards, her shaft quivering as her receded balls still had one last load to deliver. It was only fair to her fading companion, Mitsure groaning as it gave one final throb as her own slit slotted her balls deep inside, two separate orgasms concurrently melding into utter bliss as Mitsuri felt the final pieces of herself give in to her endless, overwhelming love.
“I HOPE YOU’RE R-HEEEADY MITSURI I’M GUH GUH GUHHHNAAAAGH~!”
“YESSS F-HILLL ME WI-NNGH NOOOH OHHH GAAAAAAAAW~!”
Zitsuni was struggling against the urges, only to be utterly filled with Mitsuri’s love in a level of fucking he hadn’t even known was possible. It shook first, twitching in his insides as he instinctively clenched, Zitsuni shuddering as he realized he was about to be-
SPLLLSSSHH
Euphoria, nirvana, all those other realms of heaven he hadn’t paid attention to. The wriggling cum didn’t just burst inside, but swam deeper, ramming into his prostate, carving out the channels he’d soon need to spread his love further, thinning sperm wriggling into muscle as his ass and thighs ballooned. Tiny pops of growth crackled under his skin as an endless rush of feminine desires drowned his thoughts of being filled, cuddling her lover, more fucking, more partners absorbing all their precious, adorable-
“LOOOOOOOOOVE~!”
They both screamed it out, Mitsuri stumbling as her breathing technique wrung out any male juices left, her releases sparkly and pink as the shreds of her former outfit were irradiated in her euphoric release. She barely even noticed the skirt forming, belt cinching, panties and leggings and outer robe all so natural as her cock sank and sank. The other Mitsuri tossed her what she was looking for, her old sword, Mitsuri letting her fluids gush over the jagged blade and seep into the scabbard, pink hearts forming on the hilt as the broken edges smoothened to a flexible, whippable pink edge. Much like her cock as the flexible shaft could resist no more, her tip condensing into a hot pink nub of pure love as she turned to her resistant twin.
“Hff hff hfff hfffFFNNGH…”
Tanjiri’s focus was finally beginning to crumble, not that he was doing the breathing wrong, just that it was coming out needy, desperate, memories flickering as feelings of being too w- strong prickled under twitching eyes, green flecks spreading unseen, a darkening spot spot forming under the left as he groaned. Something was off about his posture, his front feeling heavier, Tanjiri having the gradually arch his back to keep the steady flow of in… out… in… out…
“Hnngh hfFFNGH MMGH mmph hooo…”
Deeper and deeper, his hands rubbing wide circles around swollen pecs, more beads of release steaming down his squashed shaft. Something immense was building he could feel it, his mind drifting towards his family, his lost mother. Mother. Mommy? Yes thinking that word made the heat build, his quiet meditation interrupted by lewd gasps, hands jostling up and down as they continued to assault the swelling flesh, surging with every breath in, the tunneling bliss drilling deeper inside as his familyyyyyy she wanted a nice large family. A real stud to- to- No he had one already a little tike running around, though she wanted more than just one kid. She wanted to be a mommy to a whole litter of-
“Ooooh h-AHH AHHHNGH OH OHHHH WHAAWAWAWAWAAAAA~!”
Each motherly thought had sent an ovarian track deeper, the force of love parting muscle, tying tubes, Tsunjiri’s eyes rocketing open as it reached one of his balls. The lump slurped in messily, a thick eruption of daddy juices bursting alonside his tits, the dazed, horny slayer falling to his back as he was penetrated by his own receding sex. The force of penetration rattled his mind, thighs squeezing together as a beauty mark fully formed under his left, emerald eye, the right gaining its own as his remaining ball thrust, cramming itself against a slender gap that was threatening to widen.
Even amidst that shock the breathing continued its cycle, Tsunjiri unable to stop the shocking heave of his breasts as they overwhelmed his hands, his sword twitching like mad as the shocked slayer realized all at once that she was almost done with the mission~!
“HNNNGH L-HIIIIKE G-HIIIIRLS N-HAAAAWT AGH AHHHHH~!”
Zitsuri was clenched against the tatami floor, still reeling from the surging growth of his ass, his cock dipping and bobbing with every feminine urge to blossom into a receptor of love-
“GAAAAAH~!”
A clear jet splattered, a few centimeters shoving inside as she relived the glorious feeling of being filled- No she loved tits and cocks and- Stuck in such a silly state of denial left him completely open, the original just observing as the former Inosuke gave a test snap of her copied sword before whipping the broad side against the unguarded Zitsuri’s behind. Another clear jet, more shrinkage, drool splashing onto the mat as “he” grinded his tits against the ground, his slit tugging at the last tether to masculinity as his clenched toes shrank, his legs spanked curved and tender by an unrelenting series of spanks.
“Come now Mitsuri surely you must be tired of this silly denial. We love everyone and everything. Don’t we Mi! Tsu! Riiiii~!”
His brain shook, his squeals hastening the breathing, the breathing making his core clench, his cock shrink, h-her body so full of passion and beauty and she didn’t want it to stop k-heeep going-
SCHLUUURP
“YESSSSSS~!”
A third Mitsuri came to completion as her rejection of her own cock erupted out in a slick flurry, her slit eagerly embracing it, squeezing the shaft into folds, the tip into a clit, her own rags squeezing into a revealing black number that threaded her slit as she wondered just how she could have ever thought it was a good idea to resist her every fantasy, that lustful streak fully deepened into a true, perfect love…
“Excellent! I knew you two would come around! Now you’re both as strong as a hashira!”
It had been such an amazing display, watching her breathing’s dominance correct them into her ideal, seeing their weakness vanish for a job well-
“NO NO N-HOOOO~!”
All three turned, shocked by the almost finished fourth running past them, her own copy of their uniform forming as… well they couldn’t say “she” quite yet from the leaking cock being jostled with every stride, but admittedly the two problem trainees had been so much fun to turn that they had forgotten about the obedient cutie entirely. And yet there was no worry even as he ran away, all three giving each other a knowing smirk. Despite the panic, despite the clear desperation to escape… his form and breathing had been excellent…
Tsunjiri was in a panicked rush, feeling his dwindling masculinity rhythmically thrust, his remaining ball sinking as his toned, cock crushing thighs threatened to live up to that title. His splattered cum was sparkling, his labored running hastening his own demise as each breath drove the love in deeper to every muscle fibre, every fold of his brain, memories growing blurrier, Mitsuri’s thoughts and habits replacing his own as his strides slowed. H-He had to do something but the leggings were rumbling against his legs, a skirt groping the back of his ass as more of his love-filled releases turned into a shirt not nearly up to the task of containing Mitsuri’s massive tits as Itsujiri felt his nipples pincered by the fabric, barely even two training halls down from where he had been trying to escape when his remaining ball slipped inside.
The last of his seed turned into a cross between a thong and a fundoshi, the roped garment threaded directly on his tip as it now applied a purposeful inwards push on his tip. A long lustful squeal squeezed the air out his lungs, cum gushing out, memories trialing off, a stream of thinning fluids dragging out any holdouts as he desperately had to breathe, unable to think if he didn’t breathe-
iiiiiiin~
Her, his? C-Cock had slid in with that gasp in, his voice hitching as he was penetrated, squealing oooooout all of the air once more as her last name spilled to the floor, Mitsuji entering a death spiral of eruptive blasts of identity into desperate sucks of air and her cock, all of it building and building until the fundoshi finally slotted between two lips as the fourth love pillar screamed loud enough to shake the training halls.
It had been such an intense, cumulative release that she was still in a daze, moaning as she came to, realizing the next batch of trainees were there curious about the commotion, a series of blushes and perverted grins making her blush about being heard in such a position. But then she remembered she had nothing to be ashamed of. After all this was just another batch of hers, the Hashira Corps about to be filled to the brim with strength and love. Already a few were unaware of her juices spreading it to them, green creeping up legs, pink sprouting from scalps as her heavy breathing had already made it a potent breathing and breeding ground…
“Oh my such adorable students I have. I can’t wait to see how much you all mature by the end of this lesson. Lets learn about looooove~!”
