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Kallen Superiority(Code Geass TG)
🕑 Added 2020-07-10 06:31:09 +0000 UTCThere was a special kind of migraine that was brought on when your redundancies’ redundancies had redundancies themselves and that still might not have been enough to prevent his machinations from working. There were bluffs and double bluffs and crosses of varying multiplicity to consider as he was ever so carefully playing every side against the other in a complex political puzzle. It certainly helped he had his Geass. Mind control was generally a large advantage in any circumstance, especially with the mounting conniving of rebels, Britannia and the rest of the U.F.N. all intermixing into quite the impressive clusterfuck. Oh how he loathed the moral dilemmas he had to constantly deal with for his role in the current political and military landscape. Things were so much simpler when he was a child… well before the age of 10… okay well it was more ignorance than actual simplicity, but once the veil had been lifted, it was difficult to return to that blissful ignorance.
By this point he had been overusing his own special gift, C.C.’s power starting to go haywire as he no longer could control it. He had to wear shades constantly to avoid blowing his identity, or making a ribald jest that could cause life altering injuries or death. At least the accidental release of it had been rather humorous when his aside for a cabinet member to “screw off” had led to them furiously humping a light switch. Thankfully no lasting harm had come of it and he had been able to fully erase and prevent any news of that incident from leaking. He shuddered at the thought of any more people knowing of his powers. Kallen was already handful enough. The fiery redhead had always been a surefire ally in fighting, the only exceptions being from when she had found out how he had used her in the past, but these days they were on very close terms. Her only fault was her greatest strength, that steadfast determination and fierceness in fighting. It wasn’t that she was dumb, but she would rather charge in head first and beat her issues into submission than carefully consider the alternatives.
Admittedly, such a straightforward approach was tempting after all the duplicity. It had an almost adorable simplicity to it that cut out most of the migraines, but no such solution could fix everything. Though was his plan going well? He had already had to betray countless friends, order the deaths of thousands and personally murder a decent number himself. And lord knows he wasn’t exactly blemish free when it came to collateral damage, his own complicated history with Shirley and even his own family a solid testament to that. Perhaps it was the stir craziness from all his planning, or the way his mind always raced to pick a plan of action, but with a smile on his face, he couldn’t help but laugh, saying the absurd thought out loud just to get it out there, rubbing the bridge of his nose as his glasses slipped downwards.
“Yes truly. I absolutely MUST be more like Kallen. In fact I should hop to it now!” The glasses slipped off fully then, plopping down onto his desk as his eyes caught themselves in his study’s mirror, a spark going off in the back of his eye, a red bird insignia taking flight as his own power was reflected.
It burned slightly, the shock of power he always felt when he used his Geass drilling back into him, driving its way deep below the eye socket and into his brain. He was left gasping, feeling a deep throb and a sense of vertigo as his joke twisted its way into the textured walls of grey matter. It felt fiery, sweat stinging his eyes as he groaned, trying not to collapse as a most unfortunate feeling spread through him, like someone was turning him into a hollow shell, a puppet that was being forced to feel the hands of its controller shoved in for the first time. Worst of all there was an indescribable pleasure that came with the stuffing, almost like a firm rebuke to the discomfort. There was something addictive, almost narcotic about the feeling running through his brain stem, down his spine and sending a numbing jolt to each finger and toe before ceasing, Lelouch gasping as he fell forward, wincing as his erect junk rubbed against the bottom of the desk. What the hell had happened to him?!
He seemed fine and it wasn’t like he had told himself to commit any bodily harm. C.C. had to give some advice to deal with this overload issue, not that it worried him too much. Besides, it would take a lot more than that to take out a Japanese… Hmm? No that thought was preposterous he was of Britannia. What a silly thought to have, then again that was why he usually let Lelouch do the thinking and not… It had happened again. He shook his head to clear it, unable to help his paranoia stricken mind as he couldn’t help but wonder, was his hair a bit softer? Longer perhaps? Sure it was subtle but the strands seemed to rest more comfortably at his chin than above it, and were they always so spiky?
H-He was scaring himself. Surely a Geass had limits in what it could do? It was probably just feedback from overuse and he had imagined it going through him. It was disquieting though how tense his groin was, his usual exemplary self control failing him. Groaning through clenched teeth, it throbbed and there was a truly mysterious feeling of emptiness growing between his hips, the odd gurgle here or there the only sign that something was happening past his own imagination. A truly horrifying thought ran through him as he moaned, the gurgles turning to a grotesque churning, the feeling of his insides twisting accenting his own moans with violent staccatos, the bones feeling unusually sore as he could feel the bones of his pelvis pop outwards.
That emptiness was spreading, drilling into his muscles, carving out two channels that aided in his hips bulge outwards, another significantly larger channel boring straight down. It was almost tender in its approach, Lelouch moaning confusedly as that damned emptiness seemed to swirl against the base of his shaft, caressing the meat of his groin as a miniscule sucking sensation began to internally nibble at his scrotum. Suddenly the tenderness faded to a violent, blissful slurp, Lelouch’s cries gaining a throaty instability as the internal emptiness glomped onto his testicles like C.C. on pizza. There was no question of control as he came, the contents of his balls squeezed from the muscular chasm they were slipping down, his cries rising as hot release burnt away at his pants, reforming his outfit before his very eyes. He might have seen it if they hadn’t been shut tight in utter ecstasy, his moans only rising in pitch and intensity as the emptiness began to work on his cock.
Given how rarely actual intimacy had come into play in his life, Lelouch had no experience with this kind of pleasure, regretting his orders to always be left alone with his thoughts, his tortured moans reaching no one but himself as he was forced to bear his own cock’s inversion. It felt especially pleasureful as it became bound in latex, the white of his seed corrupting the darker fabric into white pantyhose, the sheerness of it hugging his lack of curves despite the extra heft to his hips. Boxers were hugged tightly until they strained out, liquifying into pink spandex that worked at his top, hugging his erect junk as it aided in pushing it into him. Near the end of it he found himself shamefully grinding it against the edge of his chair, moaning as he fucked himself, popping his own cherry as a slick POP sent the “man” reeling as he orgasmed, the brown hairs of his neatly trimmed groin actually getting a bit more unruly as they pinkened.
It was hard to believe that had just happened so suddenly, his first time to himself as… wait no that wasn’t her first time. While she’d never admit it out loud after one of the battles she’d barely escaped with her life she had gotten hot and heavy with one of the-
“Ohhh~!” Lelouch felt dirty for the memory, almost feeling the sweaty sex as a phantom slap jostled his ass, the cheeks swelling with soft fat that dripped down into his pantyhosed thighs, his lips swelling with arousal as they were teased by the fabric. He didn’t want to know Kallen’s past like this, though the strange thing was how much it was disturbing him considering how much dirt he had dug up on past enemies of his. Well of course it’d feel wrong after all Lelouch was the one who always did that seedy-
The Kallen streaks were getting longer, large stripes of crimson overtaking the black of his hair as the tight spandex slotted between his leaking lower lips, rubbing and teasing him with every move he made. And given how turned on he was feeling, he was moving a lot. A cotton bunny tail had formed on the back, made from remnants of his cape as the pantyhose beared down on his calves and feet, merging with his socks to crush all of their masculinity away until his curvaceous thighs were bolstered by long, athletic calves made sure to let anyone who saw them how hard they could crush anything between them atop cute, but well flexed feet. Her body was always well proportioned for a Japane- N-No she was a proud Britannian woman! Or wait she was a man right? HE was a-
“Mmmph Agh K-Kallen’s so strong s-so niiiiice~!”
The rest of his cape was sloughing off, only the cuffs, the neck ribbon and two floppy strips remaining as the rest was pulled into the tightening pink satin, his skin buzzing as it was prickled and plucked, sensitizing under the caress of the nearly finished bunny girl outfit. For a brief period the pleasure audibly stopped, the confines of the suit bearing down on his muscled stomach, cutting off air flow as he gasped, the tight bottom slip now pulled tight up to his clit and massaging the sensitive organ as the whole outfit squeezed.
“NNNGH!” That was the first press, his sides trembling, the bone barely able to resist as his back flexed inwards. His abs were rumbling together under the tight fit, as if trying to get comfortable for someone else’s body as the lacy side ribbons tightened once more.
“HH-MMMMMMPH AH~!” And that was the second press, Kalouch’s mind sparking as juices flowed from her trembling pussy, the bones snapping into their new configurations as a perfect diamond of toned feminine beauty. His waist was like a classic statue, curved and hard as a rock, with a perfectly toned physique that settled beautifully into the bunny suit, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his shoulders popped inwards, more fuel to feed the twin fires racing under his-
“HYAAAAA YESSSS OHHH YESSSSS~!” Like Kallen herself, Kallouch’s breasts made their entrance with brash confidence, sending the almost copy writhing off her chair and onto the floor, her nipples sparking to life as her pussy practically drooled with release, her still male hands knowing just where to grope and squeeze for maximum pleasure as they dug into a veritable feast of feminine bounty.
Memories were pooling on the floor under her, each squeeze of her ripe melons another tactic forgotten, subterfuge discarded. She just didn’t care about the plan anymore, her chest and pussy aching as she slipped a few thick fingers into her wanting slit. She had felt so conflicted when she had found out Lelouch was Zero, a preppy aristocrat faking it all to tear down the world’s evil. It had come as a shock especially given her feeling on the Britannian nobles and how much she had been developing a crush on the rebel leader, not realizing he was everything she hated. It had been a complete betrayal, a gross invasion of privacy and now that she was pleasuring herself with the last pieces of him left… really freaking hot.
“Haah Haaah H-Harder!” It wasn’t really much of a back and forth anymore in her mind, Kallen screaming as she fingered her pussy as hard as she could take it, feeling each joint in her stubby fingers pop and crackle into slender digits. That just let her jab further in, but she switched hands, the stray juices dripping down her fingers onto the cuffs to make them puffier and reminiscent of a vegas showgirl. Her other hand was quick to Kallenfy as well, not that she didn’t enjoy each amazing second as she came again and again, the constant groping and fingering leaving her arms feeling sore as the muscle broke down, thinning into hidden strength, though the healthy rose glow to her skin certainly helped to hide it.
It occurred to her then why it all had felt so good, why everyone always had given into Lelouch’s orders when he used his Geass. Every moment of following it was a lifetime of ecstasy, impossible to resist while in the heat of it, yet utterly maddening when stuck inside for too long. Wanting to finish it, Kallen was confused as she tried to figure out what was left to change as her cheeks flushed red. The neck cape tie went first, tying itself into a thick, puffy bow, almost as if announcing Kallen’s new body as a gift to the world. The white collar stuffer turned into its own white collar, the two floppy strips of fabric whitening as they starched into bent ears, slipping up to attach themselves to the top, a headband forming underneath.
Ah yes her head her mind, that’s what was left, her scheming visage buckling under the radiance of truth, even if that truth had to hide under a meek persona every now and then. Ah yes, their school days. Really this felt like the last of them, when the world had started changing, a sense of freedom filled the air and her fake weak act could finally take a seat to the real her. The Geass was shining strong in her eyes at the memories, glitching out in both eyes as sparks flew about in her brain, their red bird shape fading with each hiss, though it didn’t disappear completely from her head. No, her hairline seemed to be adopting the shape, all the hair now an equally vibrant hue of crimson as it spiked upwards, losing the daggers of draped locks for a great red bird flapping its wings mid flight. It crested her features perfectly for the final facial rearrangements, the glitching in her eyes dying down until two pearl blue pupils grew out, tearing up in ecstasy as the last of Lelouch was flushed out.
It was a tremendous rush, her ideals, her opinions the ones that mattered the most to him now after years of following along. It was her lips now that made the orders, her nose that wriggled in distaste at the actions, her face that people would look up to for guidance. Deep in the recesses of her brain she could still feel some Lelouch bouncing around, the fading glow of his Geass chasing itself in an act of self annihilation, forcing her to her knees as the final traces of the dictator dripped down her pantyhose. Said memory gloop did at least harden around her feet as a pair of red hot high heels, some type of irony escaping her as his ego would now be grounded under her every time she took a step.
But this was not the end. It wasn’t even close to what she needed. It ate at her, the urge building inside as the fading Geass barely had enough strength to force her, only insisting Kallen must do one final thing to bring these changes to a clothes. It plagued her like an itch you could not scratch, like a love unrequited, this terrible, desperate need screaming out in her body as she stood up, moaning as she fulfilled Lelouch’s final order in his accidental grand plan.
“Hop! H-Hop Hop!” She quite literally hopped to it, rubbing her new body as she called in the warring factions for a peace treaty, the sausage fest of world leaders shockingly easy to drag into her tempo once they got a glance at her scant outfit.
Surprisingly, it turned out most of the big leaders were just absolute morons who were really easy to lead on with innuendoes and other favors behind closed doors. Honestly she had meant to just kill them but all of the panicked ministers trying to sort out Lelouch’s disappearance had been very clear that that would break a bunch of dumb conventions or something, so she just settled for temporary truces. In this world of tenuous peace, sometimes Kallen wondered how Lelouch would have handled things, especially when a copy of her who seemed almost embarrassed by her actions had appeared.
There had been a few battles before they actually talked with much blood spilled, though after some convincing they had settled their differences and teamed up. And when C.C. had explained what happened and reinstated the Geass in both Kallens now, they knew they had one job and one job only. All of the leaders were coming for their bimonthly meeting and all it would take was one order to make the whole room see things their way. It was time to spread some Japanese superiority to the world.
