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Made Into A Top Tier Girl(Tier Harribel Tg)
🕑 Added 2021-04-11 05:26:34 +0000 UTC
"CHARO!!!"
"Um, how do you know my- I mean that's not-"
"During a drunk AMA you posted a selfie in the server!"
"...oh. God I'm a fucking idiot."
It was the first convention in a while that Charo had been able to attend given the last years of crap and he was ready to enjoy it fully. Of course, he hadn't exactly expected someone to recognize him for his writing, but it was his own fault and the person seemed harmless enough, even if they were a little loud.
"I can't believe I get to meet THE charoset in the flesh! No one else around us knows they're next to a porn leg-"
"Yeah and let's keep it that way. Um I'm not really all that impressive and thanks for the compliments but-"
"So when do I get a free story?"
"Huh?"
They proceeded to show the writer a promise made with multiple spelling errors about how they were like a leprechaun and if anyone found them irl, it would mean a free story for them.
"Only water for the next Saint Patrick's Day. Got it. What's your name?"
"Kyle."
"Hi Kyle I'm [Redacted] and I can get on that story right after this convention is ov-"
"Um, I don't often go out to meet people like this so I was wondering if I could get it now. If it's not too much of a bother of course."
They were doing that puppy dog eye thing that made it hard to say no. Plus they were a fan so he might as well humor them. He'd just crank out a fast one and then get on with his day. How long could it take?
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Kyle didn't mean to be a bother, in fact he was a constant bundle of nerves. Buuuuut he was also a writer and he had waited so long for something from them. He just couldn't help but butt in once he started reading over his shoulder.
"Alright so her name is Tier Harribel and I think you should know a few things about her character. In chapter one thirty-"
Without thinking he recited half a wiki's worth of information, stressing which bits were important, not noticing a vein throbbing on Charo's head as they continued.
"Hmm, I think that sentence flow isn't quite right, the commas are too frequent and it makes it sound really jerky."
It felt nice to know he was being helpful, and from how hard Charo seemed to be smiling, it looked like they appreciated the advice. Well if that was appreciated, surely they'd love to know each and every mistake that they did.
"Oh you used the wrong "its" there... Or wait that's possessive so-"
"Hmm I think that's a boring word choice. Mordent would be a fun way to spice that up. Let me just check google if that's the right way to-"
"I think that sentence is a bit too long. Half of these feel like run ons, n-not that I'm complaining, but you should really try to-"
"That's not how she'd react in canon. I mean not that there is a canon for Hanataro forcefully becoming her, though now that I think about it, shouldn't we add Hitsugaya in the mix too? That'd probably double the story length, but we're having fun right?"
"You ever think that maybe you're a bit hung up on twinning sometimes? I mean I know I asked for this but there's a lot of fun in oc's and just regular tf's too!"
Wow their writing seemed really intense, they were breathing in and out really hard it seemed and were shaking with what Kyle assumed was excitement. They should try out helping like this more often if it was so effective. Oh darn, they used a word twice, better let them know that.
"Hey Charo I know you've reworked the breast growth five times for me, but you accidentally-"
"THAT'S ENOUGH!"
Kyle jumped a bit, confused at how angry Charo was being with no build up to it at all.
"W-Was it something I said? I was just trying to help. If you had a problem I could-"
"I was TRYING to be nice! But screw it! You've used up half my convention time so I'm going to have some fun now! Hope you're ready!"
He whipped out a pink pen to Kyle's surprise, though he ruined the evil glee on his face when he asked, "Oh sweet like your stories! But what're you writing on?"
"GOD DAMMIT!"
Charo had been typing it all up with a bluetooth keyboard and his phone, and a quick feel of his pockets showed no scraps to write on.
"Oh if you need some paper I actually brought a notebook to take down notes on the new Bleach anime."
It was a bit awkward to accept it, but then they followed it up with, "Well hey now you can rewrite it on there and I'll have a physical copy!"
The veins in his forehead nearly exploded as he took out his pink pen and began to write, "Kyle will not talk unless spoken to by Charo for a few minutes."
"Wow your actual handwriting is really mes-" The rest of the sentence huffed out soundlessly, Kyle unable to speak. Obviously this made him panic as his hands patted his throat in confusion. He had to leave and get help, something was just really ba-
"Kyle found himself unable to leave or resist physically."
Now he couldn't move, his eyes wide and tearing up as he looked at Charo pausing to shake out his wrists.
"I forgot how sore it gets writing fast with a pen. This is why I could never draw. Oh who was the girl you wanted a tg of? Tier Harribel?"
The pen tapped against the page threateningly, Kyle in confusion as he found himself able to talk again.
"-ow are you doing this to me?! W-Wait but that's not real it's just a pink pen you can't turn me into a character! P-Please I'll help you!"
The rest faded again into no speech, Charo writing another line on the paper.
"Kyle's body is now unbearably sensitive. Every wisp of wind and brush of cloth is heightened. No pain, only pleasure."
Kyle's breathing tripled at pace as the period was dotted, his eyes twisting shut as he wriggled about like a man with ants crawling over him. He could feel the hair in his pores, the scratch of denim and movements of polyester in the strong ac of the convention hall all making him a bit light headed as he couldn't help but notice just how tender his cock felt as it rose to attention in his pants.
"Alright do you want to do this piece by piece in my control or I just write you turning into her and let the pen do all the work?"
"W-Wait I'll do anything! I'm a fast enough writer I'm sure you could use help with the patreon since you're so slow! Wait I'm sorry I didn't mean to say it like tha- NNGH!"
"Alright for that I'm gonna have some fun. 'Any body part I write on this paper becomes Tier Harribel's on Kyle's body. He can also react to changes verbally.' Oh and don't worry, I'll be making good use of you after this for sure."
Kyle's heart was beating at light speed, his eyes glued to the page as Charo's pen tapped in thought, any second the kickoff for his changes. He was terrified, yet also in the pit of his stomach strangely... excited? No he didn't want this! He definitely didn't want to become someone else's plaything, even if he had a few stories where he wrote that happening to him in graphic detail... The idea of becoming a tf writer's own submissive anime girl with no ability to fight off the pleasurable changes sure sounded- W-Was it getting hot in here all of a sudden?
While he blushed at the thought of his perversions being that far gone, Charo began writing, starting off small at first. "Skin."
"Ooooh~ Ahh ahhh th-that f-heeels sooo~ weeiiird!"
It was already hard enough to keep his limited cool as is, and now it felt like his skin was being warmed and pressed, small spikes of pleasure dotting his body as he viscerally felt each hair on his body pull out, leaving a patch of brown as smooth and full as chocolate on the back of his palms. It was spreading in patches, his already tanned body darkening as he really began dancing in his clothes. It wasn't just because it felt lotioned and smoother than he had ever felt, it was even more sensitive as it spread up his arms, feelings in his legs of it making him moan as smooth flesh rubbed against his cock. And when it covered his groin, he wasn't ready for the feeling.
"WAHH~!"
His hands rushed towards his groin, his body quivering as he felt it prickle and pluck around his groin. He was rock hard, his cock throbbing as he was plucked clean shaven down below, his gasps starting to attract attention as other convention goers looked around for the source of the highly heated yips echoing around the convention center. Kyle blushed, not wanting to be the center of attention, not wanting to be seen period while he was changing, yet he couldn't stop the squeaks, his thighs rubbing fiercely against his smooth cock, a wet spot spreading along his boxers as he felt the new skin roll down his shoulders, prickling along his nipples as his pink nips turned dark brown. His throat buzzed when it was overtaken, feeling strange as it tightened against his larynx. It made his groaning breathier as he tried stifling his noises by biting a lip, the flesh pinkening vividly as the rest of his face turned the same perfectly blended tone as the rest of his body.
"Nngh p-please s-stop I'm about to buuurst."
More eyes were looking at him, confused at what was going on, his eyes constantly darting down as he nervously checked on if the stain was showing on his jeans. It thankfully wasn't, but it felt like only a matter of time at this rate. He didn't know if it was because Charo was in control that it felt this good, his skin singing against his clothing as he smushed his lips tight, hoping for a reprieve. Instead he wrote the next bit, making sure he could see it as he wrote "skeleton and frame."
At first it seemed like nothing was going to happen, then something popped. He shrieked, feeling his back where a bone suddenly crunched in his spine, a slight bend at the spot as the others grinded against it, trying to fit back in place. Another crick followed it, forcing him back as the bone lengthened, his height starting to rise.
"This'll help get you out there more. Hell you'll be bursting out with enthusiasm soon enough."
More cricks and pops ransacked his skeleton, the floor receding as his plain black t shirt slid up, revealing more and more of his navel as his spine continued to pop. Kyle had to brace himself on a pillar to not fall down, his body looking like it was doing a strange dance as ligaments and sockets popped and grew. His skin felt like it was being stretched to its limit, slacking before it grew painful, only adding a pleasant pressure to it all as his body continued to grow, his reach rising while his legs grew increasingly stockier. He now had half his calves exposed, his belly button fully open to the air as sweat glistened down his dark skin. People were starting to whisper at the show, second guessing themselves on what they were seeing as his spine fully curved inwards with a violent lurch.
He felt like he was going to pass out, thankful that it only looked painful instead of feeling that way as his sides crinkled inwards. It wasn't comfortable to feel his organs pressing inwards, his sides collapsing into anorexic dips as they moved to fit his shifting frame, his jeans feeling tighter by the second as the weirdest feeling in his ass reverberated, each cheek clenching as the individual plates of his hips dislocated before snapping back together in a wider formation. The fabric was stretched taut at that point, the added angle forcing his thighs to press around his cock, a bit more wetness pouring out as he saw a small dot of darkness paint the tight material. Speaking of tight, his shirt was feeling a size too small as his clavicles shifted. His slender frame was getting broader, but not in a bulky type of way. The shoulders were straining still at the seams, but they were sloped, his arms jerking as the sockets relocked a few times in a row. With a final shudder, his chin popped, really adding to the strangeness of his voice as his cheekbones turned elegant, his nose popping into an androgynous shape as his features were stretched over Tier's bone structure.
"Aghh my faashe p-please it'th really uncomforthable."
Kyle pleaded, feeling really off. His body was gangly in all the wrong ways, and his face especially felt like a halloween mask not made for the person wearing it, his eyes feeling too small for their sockets, his lips deflated feeling, various pieces of his skin sagging or stretched overly tight.
"Fine, be thankful I'm not a sadist."
He wrote "head" down to make sure he wouldn't miss anything, Kyle's discomforted grunts devolving to pleased sighs as the rest of his features bubbled up and out. It was warm and tender, like the muscle was massaging the bone, his skin the muscle, all of it feeling wonderful as he moved his mouth wordlessly in awe of the feelings. His glasses slipped off his nose as the skin molded to the now cute jut of it, clattering to the ground as he blinked through the blur and finding it only temporary. His eyes were turning crystal blue, the pupils shockingly vibrant as his eyelids fluttered into long, mascaraed beauties, his cheeks filling up to give them a pinchable girth, his lips wiggling as they plumped to perfect puckers.
His eyesight was clearing, much like the color of his hair as black bleached out as it grew, more blonde coloring the swirling locks as they tickled his shifting cheeks, the back locks tickling his neck as two tied locks clinked against his strained shirt.
"Mmm ohhh~ ohhhh fuuuck."
His voice was starting to sound really sexy as he panted with clear need, the androgyny tipping towards girl as the changes finished, Kyle releasing a long, please sigh at the wonderful buzz. He was really turned on now, smiling despite the forced nature of it, or perhaps because it was forced, his body almost begging him to give into his urges and start stroking his-
"Did you hear that?"
"The hell's going on over there?!"
He stiffened up out of embarrassment then, realizing the crowd had heard him moaning, his blush now one of shame.
"You can't stop now, look at how intrigued everyone is. You don't want to disappoint your new fans right? It sounded like you enjoyed that so I can only imagine how this'll feel."
Kyle whimpered, finding his attempts to beg it to stop silenced by the first sentence written, helplessly hearing the growing crowd's stares as he watched Charo write a word he was both fearing, and waiting for as he wrote "tits" down in messy pink cursive. Kyle gasped as Charo crossed the t's, each line through as if the pen was running across his nipples, the flesh quadrupling in sensitivity as they hardened, puckering up with need. He could feel all the stares, trying to keep it inside, bracing himself for the changes hoping he could handle them. And then the pen dotted the "i" and he was squealing, unable to even pretend he didn't love it as he felt his dick unclench and spill out freely onto his thighs.
"Oooh nooo waAAIAIIAI~!"
His nipples tented the already tight shirt, a rumble underneath vibrating them as fat bubbled up behind. It felt like he had two cocks on his chest, the tight material squeezing on the rising mounds, highlighting them as each growth spurt sent him reeling with untold pleasure, groaning as his thighs dripped with cum. They were barely even bestings, so much more to come and he was losing it, screaming out blissful nothings as his jeans turned dark blue from the puddle of release up front. If people weren't staring before, they definitely were now, their eyes urging him on as a few stitches snapped, holes appearing on the sides and front as chocolate flesh bled through the strained fabric. There was a squishy gurgle as they surged out a cup size, every crease of his back outlined as he cursed and moaned, giving pleading stares towards Charo through his clenched eyes as the seams began to rip, his hands occupied with keeping him upright. He didn't want to be an exhibitionist, for everyone else to see his chest-
RIIIIIIIIIP
"GYAAAAAH~! NO P-PLEASE STAAAWP STARI-EEENGH!"
No one bothered to heed his request, mesmerized by his large, erect nipples as they tore through his shirt, the sides shredding as another surge sent him reeling, Kyle grinding against his support pillar as pure lust made him unable to fully comprehend what he was doing anymore. They were growing larger, smushing against the concrete, squeezing against his arms as every cup size was another orgasm that sent him screaming in ecstasy, the crowd growing by the minute as Charo moved towards his changing subject. Rather brazenly, he gave them a feel, Kyle unable to even beg as the feeling of their thumb on his nipples was enough to send him falling into his arms, drooling as the hands that were changing him ran circles around his nipples, pinching them before groping the now d-cup sized breasts behind.
Something was breaking down inside, Kyle hating how much he loved this, the crowd chattering all about how shameless he was being with his boyfriend. Others were wondering how he got those costume changes to work, saying how lucky he was to be able to do something so daring, so bold. He wanted to correct them, but it was hard to think much less speak, wrapping his arms around Charo as he watched his tight grip shrink his hands down on their own, the fingers stretching as he groaned. With a final burst of growth, his breasts fully came in, pushing Charo away and leaving his jeans drenched in cum as two massive globes weighted him forwards, the arch in his spine making them jut all the more impressively. The remnants of his shirt squirmed, bleaching white as they slithered over his sensitive breasts, Kyle squirming as it slid past his flustered arms, turning into the character's bone armor, but rather than actual bone it was more white tape that barely covered a thing.
"Bit too late to cover up now don't you think?"
Charo teased at one, revealing it to the confused crowd as Kyle blushed vigorously, trying not to squeal.
"Well I thought it looked better in black before."
Kyle couldn't see what Charo was writing, but he definitely felt it as the white disconnected from the neck piece, melting back down into a black top more fit for the beach than a convention center.
"That's better."
Kyle sighed as his waist was grabbed, half of him not wanting anything else to change, the other half very aware at how gangly he felt, how bony his waist was, an urge to grind against the writer changing him barely held back as he saw their face look a bit disappointed. The crowd mimicked it, japing and whispering to one another, Kyle looking around, trying to understand what they were saying about him, hearing a few mirror his fears, how his current body was too thin, that he wasn't sexy enough yet. Shit it must feel unsatisfying to grip him like this, to feel just how flat and bony his body really was when Tier's curves were far better than- No! Why was he thinking like he wanted-
"Curves. Oh and Muscle. Lets not skimp out here shall we? I could tell how upset you were with that hug. Now you'll have something for me to grab wherever I go.”
"Yes! I-I mean noooo~ OH OHHH!"
His breasts flung up before slapping back down, a hard backing to all that fat gripping onto them as he grasped his waist. He had never been fit, just a scrawny guy with glasses. Your average geek type. So he had never felt the burn of a heavy duty workout, or the dopamine rush that followed, panting as his stomach bulged with muscle. It was hard not to enjoy it, strength piling into his body as his fingers cracked part of the pillar with the grip in his right hand, the left mesmerized by the diamond hard lines forming while a thin layer of fat left them still appealingly soft at the surface. It felt so good, he almost didn't notice the tiny rip noises assaulting his jeans as muscle bolstered his ass and legs into stocky trunks instead of the sticks they had been a few seconds before.
Kyle was panicking now, desperate to run to the bathroom that was only feet away, yet he was stuck to a small radius, a very public radius as the crowd seemed excited, muttering about what would be revealed next. This wasn't how people would normally react he thought, telling himself Charo must have written in a clause to make sure no one butted in on his fun, gasping as a string popped out his boxers and stung against his hips. They were swelling, the jeans both prison and lover as they tortured his burgeoning figure, slapping and groping with every move he made as more stitching popped. The muscle ensured that no matter how badly his bottom was strangled, it was clear what would win out in the end.
Pleasure erupted in his rear at that moment, a similar sensation to his breasts replaying in both cheeks, their chiseled muscle quivering as fat flowed down his backside, squeezed inside the jeans, the seams near bursting as clear gaps formed along the stitching, glimpses of plumpening thigh and ass meat visible as he watched people trying to get a peek. Someone started placing bets on his left thigh breaking the leg first, another person his hips. They were jeering at him, placing bets like the changes were race horses, the feeling of being subjected to such humiliation making his uncovered submissive desires flare.
He was panicking at the thought of giving in, of losing his pride, whatever meaning that had at this point as his cock felt cramped inside the jeans. It was grinding against the zipper, Kyle digging into the pillar as a desire to hump it into dust grew. Why did all these strangers have to be watching? Why was Charo teasing him like this when he was willing to do anything to please him no matter how degrading he made- Shit no stop thinking that he didn't want this he didn't want this he didn't-
PLINK
PLINK
"FUUUUUUUUCK~!"
The pockets gave out first, the left one to be exact, a brown ass cheek popping out the broken lining, the gaps squeezing his ass with every breath he took as the right one fluttered to the ground soon after. They were toned, glistening with sweat and hints of cum, Kyle bending over as if he wanted them to be slapped, aiming them where he knew Charo was. There was only a second of regret before he felt his innate desire come true, the meaty claps of both of their hands driving Kyle wild, his cock squirting as the zipper popped off its track, the button keeping his jeans clenched following as the upwards thrust of his cock grew visible through the stained shroud of his boxers.
Even without the button, his buxom ass and thighs were more than enough to make his jeans look like the skinny variety, the slack only lasting till his curves caught up, each one its own parade of shame, lust and fear as his thoughts tumbled around like marbles. It felt like someone was pumping air from his feet upwards, his calves popping through the denim in a traveling rip, starting at the cuffs which were unlucky enough to be right at the height of their curve, tearing at half fullness as the fault lines spelled an end for the rest of his pants.
That was the next minute, screams of ecstasy accented with the tearing of cloth, his curves too pronounced for his old self, his thighs wobbling as they tore their way to freedom, his jeans little more than a hemline with cross sections of denim as they dug in above his hips, waving in the air teasingly as the legs of a supermodel gleamed in the fluorescents of the hall. In a fit of madness he tore at the hemline, a few strings stubbornly strangling his hips and thighs, a relief filled gasp as his torn jeans fell to the floor followed by the realization that everyone was staring at his bulge. Worse, in his dash to free himself he had torn the elastic band, a gust of ac tugging the splitting cotton as his own panicked movement tore them in two.
He never thought he'd miss the feeling of the crowd ogling his tits, his own meekness and shame reaching the same heights as his pleasure, the tan cock standing proud and messy, unaware of how much it was marring its owner's perfection. That's at least what Kyle thought, realizing at some point in the changes, his new body felt more comfortable than the old one now. And he was like the crowd, unable to tear his eyes from it, feeling like it looked wrong between his curvaceous thighs, hard without the suppleness of the rest of his body. It hurt doubly that his own actions had freed it, his attempts at preventing this only making it happen faster as the build up of shame fulfilled something he didn't want to know he liked, moaning as a thinning stream of cum splattered onto the tile below.
People were muttering, staring, some confused, some disgusted, others very much into it. Yet all sounded expectant, howling catcalls down to him, waiting for the changes to finish, certain this was part of some show. He couldn't take the leering much longer, shivering under their stares, only getting harder as his body revealed his shame was just a cover for the pervert inside. He hated having something so obvious tell them he was enjoying this, desperate to be freed from this shame, from this half completed state.
"Ch-CHAAAAAHRrrro~!"
He looked pleadingly at them, the writer catching on as they smiled.
"What? Annoyed to have that thing ruining the image? Getting tired of cock? Or maybe just your own..."
Something about his voice made him quiver, that irrational desire to throw himself at them rising. He was basically presenting for them, begging for it to be dealt with, groaning as Charo tapped their erection with the tip of their pen.
"Sorry I don't understand. I need you to say it. Like you said I'm a bit slow when it comes to-"
"PLEEEAASE! TAAAAKE IT! TAAKE IT ALL BEFORE I-I-"
The sound of pen on paper had never been so sweet nor arousing as he prepared to burst.
Of course, Charo wouldn't give him the release that easily.
"Womb."
Kyle's bottom shook, looking like he was getting pounded up the ass and feeling as much as increasingly clearer spurts shot from his cock, his g spot rumbling like it was going to burst as his prostate shifted, fucking him internally before a womb formed, squeezing the last of his testosterone out with its formation.
"Cervix."
He was screaming, a thrum starting in the tip of his cock and slamming inwards, almost like the slit in his cock was an air gun fucking him as a gap winched its way open, the releases now a steady trickle as his cock lost the ability to clench.
"Fallopian tubes. Vaginal lips."
His balls suddenly slammed tight into his body, something gummy attached to them and slithering inside him, pulling on his balls as they crumpled to the size of raisins, the last of his cum now splattered on the floor as he wheezed heatedly. His scrotum pulled tight, splitting as juices sprinkled out, condensing into two lips as plush as his mouth's, caressing the base of his cock and squeezing his shrunken balls as each orgasm sent a thrum through his exposed nethers speaking lost to him under such blinding ecstasy.
He waited to be released. And waited, whining when it didn't come, when he didn't cum. The crowd was impatient, no one seemingly happy to be blue balled besides Charo as he wrote a V then paused.
"I don't know do you really want this?"
He nodded as hard as he could.
"Would you do anything for release?"
It felt like he was constantly being fucked, a feeling like he'd lose his mind if this went much longer. He nodded even harder.
"Would you be MY Tier Harribel? Follow my orders? Do anything to please me?"
He had no ability to say no anymore, humping Charo's leg as he nodded, drooling as he tried to shove his own cock in with force.
"Glad we could both see eye to eye on this. Bye Kyle."
"Kyle is Charo's Tier Harribel."
And suddenly, the world flashed white.
She had reached some kind of Nirvana, at first thinking she was being serenaded by angels before she realized it was her own voice, screaming her brains out as her cock shoved inside. It was so overwhelming she couldn't even feel the finer details, only able to relish the tidal wave of pleasure crashing over her as she felt her pussy form, something popping, another thing inverting, a hard nub tingling as she felt like a part of her was gushing out down her thighs as her pussy tightened.
There were some smaller details that she was too absorbed with pleasure to notice, her moans turning huskier as her flattened Adam's Apple fully dissolved, her feet bursting from her sneakers as she thrashed about. Pain so minuscule it might have been a tickle hit her right breast and cheeks as tattoos graced her body, a black three at the breast and two blue lighting bolts on her jawline to complete Tier's usual look. At some point the torn off husks of her boxers had reformed around her as a black bikini bottom, but eventually the sound of applause awakened her minutes after her body had been utterly spent from cumming.
Rising from the edge of ecstasy, her heart pounded, her spent body restored as she looked hungrily at the man who was her life now, the man who had made her a woman literally, and who she knew would be doing it the metaphorical way the second they got home. She only kept enough of who she was to adapt to the world they were in and all of her skills to be useful to her boyfriend. The crowd applauded their show, Tier thinking it was lucky they chose a spot so close to the hentai pavilion since all those people were pervs anyways, their jeers at her mostly exposed body getting her heated for what was to come later on.
"So Tier, have you learned your lesson?"
"Yes dear. And I'm more than happy to show it back at our place."
They didn't have to miss much of the convention, Charo writing down that they were both home, then both naked, setting the clocks back a few hours as they got ready to go at it.
"NNGH! AHHH! CH-CHARO YOU'RE REALLY OOOH R-REALLY AGGRESSIVE TODAY!"
It felt more like the kind of fucking you'd get on a one night stand where neither knew if anything more would happen and had to let out their frustrations than the usual fare five months into a relationship. Of course they didn't have much time since the con started soon and they had stories to write to stay on schedule. It was a shame that his pen's only limitation was creative writing, all the stories made from magic rather dull, but she was glad to be a help, loving the mortal world and being alive again.
As for Charo, he was thinking that maybe it wasn't all that bad to run into a fan every now and then. In fact, he remembered just how many writers in his circles were interested in this kind of thing, and he could always make more pink pens with a few words on paper. Just add in that when not handled by him, they'd almost always turn on the writer in some way and it could be a one way trip to his own harem. Then again he barely had enough time as is before he magicked up a girlfriend. So eh, why not just to fuck with people and let them have some fun? They would have to ask for it after all. Yeah, that sounded fun.
"What are you laughing at dear?"
"Oh nothing. Just, we have a few packages to send tomorrow..."
