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A Model Britannian(Euphemia Tg)
🕑 Added 2021-07-20 19:12:21 +0000 UTC
When the program had launched, Suzaku had sworn he misheard it. There was no way it was possible, and yet knowing about the Geass and other great mysteries of the world, he couldn't firmly call it impossible. In fact, he was so desperate for it to be true, he nearly jumped at the opportunity, using all of his political might and influence to become person number one for the experiment, his heart fluttering at the chance to accomplish multiple goals. It was a win-win for him truly, Suzaku constantly searching for his death even before he found a reason to live in Euphemia, and now with this experiment, he'd either be reunited with her or die. Technically he wasn't trying to die so Lelouch's stupid Geass order to "Not Die" wouldn't hold him back, though it was definitely an inadvertent option. By the time they'd know, it would be too late to do anything, therefore too late for the Geass to kick in, though when he said 'reunited,' it wasn't in the typical fashion.
The idea was to use a human host to resummon her spirit and become the new Euphemia, after her unfortunate demise at the hands of Zero. He still couldn't believe any of it, whether it be her sudden turn to genocide after fighting for the rights of Eleve- no, the proud Japanese people for her entire life. That is why he couldn't believe the story of her going insane, finding the video proof doctored or fabricated, unable to accept what his own eyes had seen as the sweetest girl who had attested her own love for him had machine gunned random crowds. It just didn't make sense, and was a blight on the Britannia name. It hurt him to hear her called Princess Massacre, his blood boiling as he grew misanthropic towards the world, yet even if he would only get to join her in body and name, the fact that her mind might emerge from the experiment made him more than willing to sacrifice anything to get her back, even if it was his own identity.
"Thank you for your service Suzaku. From this point on you shall be considered a true Brittannian, no honorary to besmirch your noble sacrifice. If all goes well, this will be goodbye. And if all goes poorly... Do your best to hold on and avoid that. We don't have many willing volunteers, and Euphemia might take issue with more forceful means to secure her resurrection. Your cooperation is key here."
He nodded at the general's words, only half listening as they went over what would come after, calling the original her an impostor and that he was- sorry, SHE was freed from captivity. He'd have to get used to that from now on, the right pronouns important to the identity he was to overtake. There was more rerunning, the head scientist repeating information they had already gone over incessantly, Suzaku ready to take the plunge as he stepped up onto a platform, a tube filled with bubbling, pink slime opening from the top.
It was thick and fizzy, like he was dipping his toes into cold cola as he disrobed completely, trying to ignore the stares at his unguarded junk as he dipped a toe in, then his full foot. It was viscous so he couldn't just plunge in, having to accept a slow sink as he put his second foot in, wincing at the popping bubbles as they drew him in deeper, fizzing around his legs as his body hair was plucked by the gelatinous goo. It felt like a pop rock in his pores, not all that bad once he got used to the feeling, but deeply uncomfortable and odd as it continued, sliding up past his knees, his thighs, a surprised coo leaving him as his balls sunk into the gel, his cock following quickly as the popping had a pervasive nature. Before he could help it he was half erect, trying to suppress his moans as his groin was rendered hairless, the fizz teasing his cock both inside and out as he sank further into the pink.
It wasn't shocking to feel pleasure already, part of the process involved shutting off pain receptors so that the shock of the more intense changes wouldn't cause his heart to stop. After all, what was planned made this intensive hair removal seem like nothing as he let himself sink further, squirming a bit as the shifting jelly popped around and inside his body, already feeling a decent amount of push into his cock and ass while his nipples were pricked to attention. Finally his neck was diving under, Suzaku taking a few deep breaths even though they had tested the breathability of the fluid, equally nervous and excited as he was swallowed whole into the liquid. The sounds around him were blocked out, immediately overwhelmed by the bubbling pops in his ears, a sweat, flowery scent and nectar like flavor sliding down his gullet, squirming up his nose and through his ears as his whole body was plucked clean of hair, not even eyebrows or scruff left. A scientist poked at the glass screen, pantomiming if he could breathe okay as Suzaku gave a nod, watching as they flipped a switch, the fun really starting as a torrent of bubbles swam from his mouth as his body began to change.
It was an electrical current that activated it, the whole tube glowing brightly as the goo inside felt like it was foaming, his insides trembling as arousing prickles hounded every inch of his form. He could feel it intensely, his pores shrinking as the pallor of his skin paled. There was something so nostalgic as he slid his fingers slowly against his sides, rubbing his legs together under the bubbling foam, the recognition making him smile as he swallowed more of the fluids gladly. It was Euphemia's touch, even if it was on his own body, more sparks flowing inside as his cock reached its full size, the bubbling inside exciting him more and more as a gargled moan swelled from his mouth, his throat shrinking down to a slender chute.
It was really getting intense in his head, foam leaking like thick tears from his corneas, prickles from his eyelids turning to growth as longer eyelashes sprouted from the ends, making him blink wildly as the radioactive pink invaded his irises. Each pop at the edge of his sockets was expanding his eyes, reshaping his skull slowly, meticulously, pink flecks becoming the dominant color as he felt more of it slam into his brain. The light concussion made him feel giggly, moaning as the skin above his eyes grew agitated, short pink strands popping from the otherwise perfect flesh, spreading into two well maintained brows over wide, pink eyes brimming with innocence and ecstasy.
His mouth was greedily swallowing now, moaning as the fluid seemed to pry his mouth open, a churning pair of tendrils splitting into two as they rammed down his throat. It felt like his innards were being power washed, his gurgles noticeably rising to a feminine pitch, his Adam's Apple thoroughly mashed and dissolved as his skin bulged down his collarbone, a perfect V of mass sliding its way down to its logical endpoint, his nipples. Suzaku braced himself, sure that he could brace himself against the sensations. This was proven incorrect as the tendrils slammed into them, his hips bucking the best they could through the thick fluid, bubbles flying aplenty as the twisty nature of it squeezed his nipples inside, wringing them of their masculinity as they puffed and sensitized into blaring erogenous zones. There were no words to describe it, only a stabbing, terrible need for more, his thoughts a mess as images of a young girl with purple hair popped in, hugging her, comforting her, Cornelia always her favorite sist-
Suzaku flashed a wide, excited grin, half mad at the realization of what that was, Cornelia Britannia as a young girl in his mind. It was going to work, he was going to get Euphemia back finally and enjoy her company as someone closer than even a lover. He couldn't wait…
...And he didn't have to, gurgling as the fluid solidified under his chest, swelling it with copious fat as he tried to cum, finding his cock thoroughly stoppered by pink flooding into his cock as he squirmed needily. Now that the floodgates were open, it was like her memories were being formed through pleasure, not quite an overtaking as he still remembered who he was, but his brain was being gently caressed by her thoughts as opinions and worries and memories solidified. For once he was happy that the gel made it hard to move quickly, knowing he'd be fondling himself if he could, feeling the alien need to satisfy his breasts rise as they did, the most glorious intimacy as just the press of fat against his taut, perfect skin felt like the most divine of masturbations.
At the onset of her memories, his scalp was fully alight in regrowth, a pink peach fuzz coating it, quickly spreading to a buzz cut, then a short hime cut. In the corner of his eyes he noticed a few of the scientists cheering at the clear success already. Suzaku would have joined them in cheer, but his own happiness needed no words to convey it, the throbbing of his cock a testament to the gel's success, his features primping and popping as there was the oddest squirming in his skull. He swore he could feel his Euphy gripping his cheeks tenderly, her thumb and forefinger slimming them as she rounded them upwards. His lips had long since thickened like the fluids they were coated in, his mouth smacking with satisfaction when he could between moans. There was a slight tickle to the backs of his nostrils, a rather noticeable pop that was more than just the gel finishing his face off. It took a few seconds to get his hands to his face, but he recognized the structure instantly, his face enthralled as hair continued to flutter from his scalp like some kind of strange jellyfish, the gel now in his muscles as his strength started to dissolve.
Suzaku had one thought as he watched the muscle in his arms decay, his chest less broad as all that useless muscle was turning to soft, feminine fat.
"I don't need it."
In fact, he kept repeating that in his mind the more he watched Euphy's features sprout from his own body like some kind of perverted phoenix. His broadness was sloping, his frame concaving, Suzaku especially relishing the feelings as he clasped his fingers together, watching as they turned slender, feeling his nails dig into his palms as Eupy's touch graced his body once more, only missing her usual polish whose application was flitting into his mind mixed with other makeup tutorials. That was something he did need to know, feeling like a bonding moment as her memories poured into his head, having the ultimate test to the thought as the pressure on his cock mounted.
Suzaku figured that part would have gone last, but then again it was a full body process. He had been so distracted by the emergence of her breasts that he had missed the feeling of the gel pouring into his balls, carbonating his seed as they frothed into thicker eggs, the nest of future royalty swelling in his loins as the gel in his cock solidified into a large, thrusting dildo. His legs squeezed together, a feeling of need so great it was almost painful as the base of his cock felt soft, pops ridging the insides, melting the muscle as his shaft felt like it was melting.
The pops of change in his sack were similarly erotic, making the nervous pleasure centers feel exposed on the outside, Euphy's muscle memory not recalling such a leathery, tender thing dangling there. He could hardly contain his euphoria as they pulled inside, the gel burrowing out the necessary caverns as his balls flipped inside out, his cum long since purified of any male influence as his groin tore open. Finally his softened cock had someplace to go, gently pulling into him as it felt like Euphy was giving his manhood a parting kiss.
Suzaku found it surprisingly romantic, blushing as her own lust and aroused memories formed in his mind, Suzaku experiencing her first crush, her first kiss, his cock's dissolve hastening as he was there for the first time she masturbated, mixing with his own feelings for her. And when her feelings for him appeared, it was more gratifying than he could ever expect, like he was drowning in her love, screaming through the fluid as his cock plunged deeper.
Euphemia was always someone full of love and all that love felt like it was condensing in his cock, splitting him open as his tip wriggled deeper and deeper within. Something was finally flowing out, lubing up his shaft as the stubby thing was rammed in deeper, the fluid simultaneously fucking his cock and his nascent pussy as he squirmed. He wanted to believe this was her doing, not the work of a chemical cocktail and science he didn't understand, but her love, overcoming all as it slammed his cock inside, finally too much to bear as it receded from vision, needing a few seconds before she felt something scrape the back of her freshly made cavern, a scream of pure ecstasy bubbling up as she came as a woman.
The memories were unstoppable now, Suzaku accepting them gladly as the gel fucked into his innards, stirring them around as she sighed. Something was pouring from her slit, not just cum but all the unneeded muscle in her stomach, her sides curving as she hugged her cute tummy. She felt so close to her beloved, feeling bashful as she was tempted to finger her own slit. She only paused due to the eyes she knew were on her, not wanting to shame Euphemia's image any more than it had been already. It was incredibly difficult to ignore, the gel probing in as it did to her thighs what it had to her breasts, the thought of shame bringing up one final bust of memories as her changes came to a close.
It was a strange dichotomy, the pleasure of her form fully overtaking his balanced by shame, thoughts of how she had ended her life coming in, neither wanting to relive it. Suzaku didn't want to see this, the massacres and her final death at Zero's hands feeling... grateful? That didn't make sense! Why did she have so many genocidal urges when there wasn't a shred of hate in her feelings? It was almost like it was forced, an involuntary, i-involuntar-
"GLRRBLAAAAH~!"
Her thighs were finished, the tentacles worming under her cheeks as they bloated, her slit leaking as another orgasm sent her deeper into the memories.
It was before the announcement, her plan to genocide the Japanese- NNGH! It was the command center and someone was screaming for her to stop- NNGH! She was fighting against an order, her brain screaming in agony instead of pleasure as her knees knocked together, her calves curving as the Euphemia filled her to the tips of her toes as she felt the scene replay in her mind.
Everything she wanted was there, peace, autonomy for the Japanese, her brother finally admitting the truth as she had talked him to a standstill. And he made a joke about... No. That couldn't be why she, why Euphy had-
Whatever thoughts were going through Suzaku's mind stopped as the changes finished, one final release going through his full body as his toes flexed down to their final shape, the fluid draining as he slumped to the ground, moaning as the revelations of Euphy's mind and body poured into his sleeping consciousness, the dreams sweet and full of his love's face.
When she awoke, the dress machines were only half finished forming her outfit, the rest finishing as she felt herself. Suzaku wanted to make sure this wasn't a dream, Euphemia's voice gasping in surprise, her body reacting to his commands, the long embrace of her hair like a baby blanket to him, speaking of comforts lost to the past. There was a hint of sourness to her expression though as the memories replayed, the truth behind Euphy's sudden dive to madness enraging, feeling simultaneously vindicated and violated as her rage at Lelouch only grew. It didn't matter that she could feel Euphy's thoughts begging him to let it go. He loved her kindness and her ability to forgive, but this he could not-
"Euphemia! You're finally back!"
Cornelia ran in, hugging her 'sister' with gusto.
"Ah, so it really does work. How interesting. Perhaps I could use this to make more Oldrins..."
A less enthusiastic voice joined in, Marrybell looking on with distance, as if saying she was merely a poor copy and nothing else. Suzaku knew better though than to anger her, Marrybell quickly on pace to become the true "Massacre Princess" as Euphy had been named, and she didn't have the excuse of being forced into doing it. While usually she would recoil at such a gross departure from her philosophy, Suzaku couldn't help but feel an odd tingle in the back of her eyes, ignoring Euphemia's protests for peace as she sweetly asked her sister, "Marrybell, while I know you probably want to get back to Oldrin as soon as you can, how does some proper revenge sound?"
That got the sadist going, though Cornelia looked confused as Marrybell responded.
"Ah, figure out what happened with her? She never did seem the type to massacre. What did you have in mind?"
Suzaku giggled, knowing they were about to have some fun.
"Oh it's our fault really. We never raised Lelouch into being a proper Brittanian. How about we rectify that tomorrow..."
