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Learning To Serve (Uryu to Nemu Tg)
🕑 Added 2020-10-26 06:25:15 +0000 UTC
There was a growing aimless anger in him the last few days, Mayuri refusing to look the truth in the eye until denying it would seem more of an insult to his intelligence than the thing he was avoiding. Ever since her death in the Quincy war, there was an indescribable essence missing in his usual routine. There was something clearly missing and it was her, which infuriated him to no end, the idea alone mortifying.
Most of his life was geared towards a casual disdain for most emotions, as emotions were the core cause of bias in scientific research and possibly the single greatest hazard to sciences progression. While yes he had his own morality system, most of it had been developed as a necessity, to keep the continued support of the Shinigami society and was a small compromise to the various resources he commanded from his throne of science. Yet this emotion was completely errant.
It was not out of a sense of pragmatism or the result of some secret research project he had lost with her, but just a simple, depressingly human sense of loss. He cursed habituation and the ways it shaped his unconscious despite believing himself above such things, yet here he was. she’d been bred to be the perfect assistant, sacrificing her life, limbs, and any other research material stuffed inside her artificial body for the purpose of supporting him, but lie a fool he’d ever so slowly grown used to having that support. By no means was it all that debilitating, but he would find himself holding his hands out expectantly for a phantom test tube, yelling at an imaginary person to release steam, finding something lacking in the way his other subordinates responded when he ordered them around, just a tad too slow, lethargic, hints of bitterness and annoyance leaking though their tired responses.
“Well no more!” Mayuri declared, setting aside his current experimental drugs and hollow endurance tests for the time being to focus on a task of utmost importance, regaining his focus and rime supporter.
But declaring it was a far simpler task than actually accomplishing such a feat. It wasn't an issue of cloning, that was relatively simple and he could create an entire harem of Nemu’s off his samples of her tissue if he so desired, but an empty copy wouldn’t cut it. The issue was the individuality. Sure it would look, sound and act almost exactly like Nemu, but it wouldn’t have the same memories. It was the memories, those quirks of personality she’d developed that he would miss the most and all of that was theoretically gone once her grain matter had sparked its last transmission, just empty brain tissue left behind, similar to all the other dead, like ever so many tossed journals, their ink bleached from the sun or stripped from the page with age. Or was it?
The thought had almost been written off as a poor attempt at a joke by himself, but the idea of her cells containing a collective memory was an interesting one, though it hit an immediate snag. He had no more cell samples from her after the first 100 years after the Quincy War tremors had impacted even his rivals underground stores of data, meaning he didn’t have any from after the time she’d been ingrained with a special reiatsu he had crafted years ago. Meant to be a kind of Shinigami black box in the event of her death that would keep a full record of the hows of her death in the case of an enemy scientist attack or experimental accident.
Given the nature of it, the idea of its imprints carrying along memories wasn’t completely far fetched, just mostly, but mostly was where he thrived, a joy in figuring out the potentially impossible all he needed to start thinking of a workaround. Now he had developed it only a few years before those brats had infiltrated the Shinshin... It all came together in his mind, multiple disparate strands appearing and being spun into a plan.
Though not one to believe in coincidence, even Mayuri could appreciate the neatness of his idea, one of the first in a long line of successive thorns recently the only possible path, and it could even be argued that Nemu’s death at least partially rested on his shoulders, which he didn’t really care about, but would make any potential actuary reports more justified if he was ever suspected.
Certainly it was true that the Quincy brat had suffered severe damages from their fight and despite tricking even the great Mayuri and piercing him with only a temporarily debilitating blow, he had only lived because Nemu had healed him and knowing Nemu’s healing recess, that meant he had some of her cells, dormant, just ready to be activated. All Mayuri had to do now was give them a proper shake and change them into viral dna packets, the black box signal sending its message inwards instead of for analysis.
Smirking he got to work on a spinal generator and decided on an apt trigger; himself. Of course, this process was not one Uryu would survive in the normal sense, and even though it was technically possible to just find her cells and use them for a clone, finding a few spare cells out of the trillions in Uryus body was far too tedious and time consuming and while Mayuri could have found an alternative, he never was one to create a pointless delay just because of a few massive ethical violations. Besides, Uryu’s life was a sacrifice he was more than willing to make for him.
Two Weeks Later
Uryu was still getting used to the relative peace. No major threats had appeared in months and he was enjoying his first year of college in his usual manner; in solitude. Yes some part of him knew he should at least make an effort to talk with the others, but he missed the quiet moments where he could consider the nature of things and philosophize without the interruption of the usual throng. But he suspected that peace was coming to an end once he felt the venomous tendrils of “that” reiatsu.
Sure enough, the site of a familiar and despised kabukiesque mug stared back at him, smiling with untold secrets and a general air of condescension. He was fiddling with what seemed to be a child’s toy remote controller, but knowing him it probably was connected to something far more malicious.
“What the hell are you doing in the human world?” Uryu had his fingers tensed, prepared for a fight of some kind if things went south.
“You do not have to look so tense. I am merely enjoying a week to myself as I wait for certain projects to complete themselves. I do find it hilarious to see these odd little contraptions the humans down here have built. How has your health been lately? Any serious injuries or spiritual encounters recently?”
Ignoring the question, Uryu considered the response. It was certainly possible that all of that was true, but considering just who he was talking to, Uryu had his doubts. There had to be something here that he was missing, but he had no evidence so for now he’d just give him a warning. He walked up close to Mayuri, drawing his bow out and getting close enough to feel the antennaed top of the controller as he tried his best to intimidate the scientist.
“If you touch even a strand of hair from a single person in this town, or I catch the faintest whiff of an experiment on humans I will have no issues in finding and eliminating you. And this time I’m not weak enough to settle for another draw, understand?”
“Now Uryu,” he placed a hand on his shoulder, “you don’t believe I’m that much of a dullard that I’d need it repeated do you?” His Touch made Uryu’s skin crawl, a disgusted shiver making the rounds as he brusquely pushes the offending hand away and walked off. He said what he wanted to and he should be properly reigned in. That should be the end of it.
But it wasn’t.
Over the next few days he’d pass him multiple times. Mayuri was never facing him or seemed to give any kind of chase, yet there he was, on the opposite street, going down an escalator while Uryu was going up, sitting on a park bench on Uryu’s route home. All of these little accidental meetings were innocuous on their own, hell he doubted Mayuri had even noticed him for half of them, but as a whole they seemed to paint a more sinister picture. And then there were the reactions.
There was a base level of revulsion that rose in the back of his throat every time he had the unfortunate pleasure of seeing the crazed scientist, but Uryu could swear it was growing stronger each time he caught a glimpse of Mayuri, an odd nausea mixed in with something else that left him weak in the knees. It took a few days of this growing weakness before it was strong enough to recognize.
Ichigo had been the one to make him realize what it was, his usual brusqueness playing out as they talked, at one point telling him to do something as they argued. What it was didn't matter, what mattered was the surge, that deep wanting to follow it, the feeling... disturbing to say the least. He had excused himself from the meetup citing work he had to get to, hoping Ichigo hadn't noticed the blush or the tightness in his pants. It was wrong, Uryu always wanted to be in control, finding a set order to things relaxing, proper even. He had to be wrong, this sensation couldn't be more than a speck of deviancy that'd fade, but noticing seemed to accelerate things, the need growing to be ordered, bullied, dominated. After three days he had started waking up hard, dreams of some shadowy figure ordering him around, humiliating him into debased acts of degenerate desire waking him with a start.
The first time he had given into the desires it had left his bed a mess, his entire body throbbing as he came, imagining that shadowy figure ordering him to do it. It had left him drained and sweaty, a slight tingle radiating through every cell. His eyes drooped as he fell asleep, awaking hard again, the bed smattered with hairs.
He didn't go out much the next few days, finding even the simplest of orders whether from a subway automated voice or from his friends no matter how minor brought his cock to attention, his body shuddering each time. He gave himself a week to get past it before he'd ask his dad for help, the specifics of this infliction too embarrassing, though the thought of all his friends finding out, knowing that even he was little more than a perverted, disgusting-
"NNGH!" His underwear was damp at the thought, sweat moistening the rest of his clothes as he panted from the sudden, surprise release. It felt like a part of him was draining each time, his skin feeling primed, sensitive to a disturbing degree as his cock was rising again from just his shirt's friction.
Ooh that was a thought, being drained of all will, all identity, slowly forced into becoming someone's sexy assis-
God what was wrong with him?! He was a proud Quincy warrior, not some scientist's slut! Wait, why was he even thinking like this, what had spurred him into those specific categories? Looking down , his underwear had slipped off, showing his pubes pop off, one by one. Their wispy arcs were mesmerizing, and as each one plucked themselves, a deeper shudder ran between his legs, like each pore was sending a minuscule dagger deep into him, each one carving its own hollow space before stabbing into his prostate. Uryu ran to his bathroom, groaning as his cock unleashed a gusher of his seed. It didn't escape him that the release was thinner, taking on a clearer complexion with just hints of his usual swimmers. Worse, his cock didn't even soften or wind down, remaining stiff and lightly pulsating, the base now hairless and smooth.
Feeling weak, he braced himself against the bathroom sink, moaning as another thin trickle dribbled onto the tile below. Had he always been this pale? This soft? His skin was more like porcelain, his complexion always fair, but there was a suppleness to it that tingled, goosebumps rising as he caught himself rubbing his body as if in heat. It all felt wrong. Not the arousal itself, but how gaunt he was, how tall and imposing. It'd be better to be smaller, having to crane up to his master as he was forced to bend to their every-
"Ohh~ h-have to stop thinking of... mmph..."
There was a sound like cracking knuckles, the ridges of his spine tight against his back, outlined against the skin as they trembled, threatening to give in to the desire. His body was on fire now, both balls full, the bones of his face cricking, Uryu suddenly realizing he was on the verge of giving into something terrible and erotic, his cock about to-
KNOCK KNOCK
The sharp sound had jolted him out of whatever hysteria he had almost slipped into, everything still throbbing, but at least his erection was finally dying down. While thankful for the distraction, he didn't want to see anyone right now, or for anyone to see him, his usual clothes too much of a chore to put on and everything was still too tender so he popped his Quincy outfit, cringing as the uniform magically appeared over his body, feeling slightly loose in the shoulders. His usual senses were all going haywire, the reiatsu at the door horribly familiar, yet also pleasant, reaching out to something deep in his core and making it spasm. Summoning what little composure he could muster up, Uryu opened the door, only to be confused when Mayuri was there, his face looking almost... impatient?
"What the hell do you w-AH-n't?!"
Uryu was in no condition to battle, hell he barely got that sentence out, gasping as a spasm rolled up his spine, his shoulders leaning back as if his spine was forcing his posture to tighten. Mayuri gave him a staredown, mumbling about his calculations while Uryu prepared to slam his door into his painted face. He didn't like the way Mayuri's voice was running through him, his cock stiffening to his disgust, that ache in the small of his back worsening.
"What are you waiting for Nemu? Surely you're stronger than this brat. Do you need to be ordered? Fine then. Come out Nemu, your captain commands it."
"What the hell are you... y-you- GAHHH~ AHHH F-FUCK!" Hot spasms rolled through Uryu's body, the door slamming in Mayuri's face as he tried to get away, moaning as his cock suddenly spurted, the relase not satisfying in the least as he ran back up the stairs. His cock was hot, the releases molten, burning through his pants as the crispy bits blackened and spread. He left a trail as he stumbled into his bathroom, unable to think, his body quaking as he was forced to comply to his master's orders.
The driblets of cum were disintegrating his pants, leaving his thighs bare as they were splattered by cum, the mess warming up his upper legs as he moaned, heart thumping madly as he saw it wriggle into his body, swelling his thighs as the smooth flesh gained a robust plumpness. It was an impossible cycle to stop, his right hand trying to stopper his cock as it sprung free, Uryu able to feel the slickness melt his fingers down to daintiness, each slender joint rubbing his cock into further releases as his thighs swelled tightly around the hot shaft. Everything was being perverted, corrupted, his hips bucking as a skeletal crunch split them apart, the quincy screaming as his knees were forced together, clamping down on his cock. The changes were painful, organ churning and muscle dissolving in their violent contortions, and yet the pain wasn't a bad feeling, his cock growing harder than he'd ever seen as he moaned, realizing he was loving it, desiring more and more dark pleasure with every aching snap.
His stomach felt like a horde of angry cats were fighting inside, his uniform tightening so he could see each muscle group bulging and bumping against its neighbor, the whole abdominal shelf popping as he groaned, letting his cock go as he hugged his midsection. The bones were tightening like a corset, pulling the muscle into curves against its will, a visceral throb traveling from the base of his neck down to the middle of his spine as the first pop sent it driving inwards an inch. Sweat and cum pooled under his clenched feet, each inch pulled down from his spine either adding to the growing curvature or pumping out in a messy mix of cum and waste, his vision starting to blur under his glasses as the pupils wobbled, fixing his eyesight while angling in a feminine manner, the lashes fluttering. He had to do something now before this got worse, he had to defeat Mayuri-
"AHHH NOOO M-MAAAAASTERRR!"
It was a mistake to think of Mayuri, his body thrusting as his master's tough love made his knees weak, his body needy for orders, punishment, humiliation. The wrongness of it all was being used to make the changes all the more appealing, submissiveness converting all the horror and shame into unbearable ecstasy, calves now curved and comely, his feet dainty, twitching cuties that slid across the slick floor. The overlong edges of his coat were dissolving, the left half now clearly the starts of a black skirt, the same cut and feel of captains garb for women, the realization that he was becoming a girl arousing and horrifying as he screamed, cumming out a solid foot of height as the world rocketed up around him. The strong release made his left testicle ache, something inside shooting into the tender ball as he groaned, feeling it empty before the entire lump was wreneched inside, a gush of clear fluids suddenly dribbling from the base of his cock and his tip as he was entered for the first time.
The squeals Uryu made could hardly be called human at that point, and definitely not male as his remaining manhood throbbed, the man helpless to stop the melted out chasm digging deeper into his body, said helplessness driving him deeper into wanting more. His sweat soaked hair was rolling down, the individual strands coming alive as they pulled at his scalp, jerking his scalp back as the last of his Adam's Apple coughed out into a monotonous alto moan. Uryu was unsure what to focus on, his cock on fire, his stomach heaving into slimness, his converted testicle pumping a warm corruptive liquid that was flowing heat through his veins, feminizing everything it touched. His body decided for him, his nipples going from soft to hard in two seconds, estrogen pooling into the inflated nipples before his heaving stomach popped, a keening whine leaving the Quincy's mouth as fat and muscle surged into his breasts.
Two buttons exploded out from his uniform, the first cracking his bathroom mirrror, the second shattering it entirely as the fabric tore from the sudden growth, Uryu moaning as pleasure he'd never felt pooled in his chest, sweat misting off the hot heaving tissue as his breast's growing heft made him smoosh them into the sink.
"NNGH MAAAASTER P-PLEAASSSSE MAAAKE IT S-STAAAAHHHP~!"
Uryu's nipples were now impossible to ignore, his fingers groping the forbidden nubs, his remaining testicle pumping out its contents as he felt it melt back into his body, his releases now clear as it slammed into the opposite side of his hips. The world was a blur of pleasure and lust, not helped by the literal blur of his now pointless glasses as they slid down the bridge of his sharpening nose. Buttons continued too pop out as he grabbed for the bathroom door handle, moaning as his brain was starting to melt and quiver, his identity on the chopping block as he struggled to make it out, looking for Mayur-
"NO NOOO~! I DON'T W-WANT MASTER'S P-PUUUUNISHMENT!"
It was cruel and captivating, his own cock shuddering now as an inch slipped inside at the thought of the scientist, his disgusting rival, his supreme master who could force him to do anything he wanted no matter how embarrassing. Another inch was gurgling, dragging into the muscle as clear liquid flowed down his thighs, the neckline of his uniform diving down to reveal cleavage for the left breast, his identity shaking with every labored step he took back to the front door.
"Ohhh nooooh~ I c-can't- NNGH! HYAAA~!"
His belt had widened, slithering around his waist to draw it in further, his breasts surging out one final time as the top of his outfit fully tore apart. Urmu couldn't see anything past their massive heft, tumbling to the floor as he dragged himself down the stairs. His glasses cracked in the fall, skidding down the flight and breaking fully, his mind forgetting them as his gaze flashed as beautifully cut emeralds. What was he even trying to do? It all felt too good to fight, a trail of slick fluids left behind as his cock was now permanently sliding in, tiny incremental slivers of meat pressing deeper and deeper into his body.He moaned as the popped collar of his top tightened into a choker, enjoying the partial cutoff to his air flow, letting the slight oxygen gap buzz through his mind as the rest of his face scrunched and popped.
His previous haircut was flattening, much like his personality, the former sharp spikes now reduced to two slender blades of hair tucked over his ears, a cute braid slapping against his thickening ass as his former desires and wants were forced out, making room for his master's desires as he made it down the final stair. He was so close to his master, his reiatsu so strong and thick he could choke on it. Its corruptive embrace thrilled him, its wants and needs superseding his own, even the expression of emotions unimportant as he whimpered through the final bits. Dragging himself up from the door handle, he panted, feeling the last of his cock slipping inside, the hard male organ too dominant for him now, Numu gasping as it pounded into his softened insides, stirring them before thrusting inside. Even his attempts to be emotionless had their limits, the constant internal fucking driving screams out of her as she begged for her master to free her, to complete her, to let finish.
"Nemu, you can come out now."
She heard the word 'cum' and that was all that mattered, her pussy pouring out the last of her maleness as something slurped inside her, the freshly minted vice captain moaning as she came again and again until all lust had been satiated and drained, her mind throbbing before she gave into the new identity. Nemu's brain was still converting, but all motor functions had been overtaken, anything that would affect her performance was taken over. Uryu was just an observer in her body, helpless to just watch as Mayuri opened the door and began to order them around, each task given into easing the rest of his brain in, Nemu's body designed to constantly feel pleasure whenever it followed his orders. It didn't take long for the Quincy remnants to give in, fading completely as she tugged on her master's sleeve before reconsidering the contact, folding her arms behind her back as she stood willing and ready.
"How may I serve you... master?"
