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Queen Of Hearts (Joker To Makoto TG)
🕑 Added 2024-04-12 19:09:49 +0000 UTC
She had gotten everything right except the question, a mortified Makoto wishing she could just shove her head into a book and vanish from sight. Like everything in her life she had a strong plan, a roadmap towards certain romantic success. After all, Ren was a very competent leader even if his studies left much to be desired. Ever since he had gotten her out of Kaneshiro's grasp she had felt the pangs of longing, something she simply hadn't had time for in her quest for perfection as a student, but it seemed like a much easier formula to crack than her AP courses were offering.
Spend X time here with Ren, give Y suggestions for exams, solve every palace puzzle in record time if she could to prove her usefulness. Essentially she was worming herself closer and closer, assuming affection would follow as she planned out more elaborate ideas of endearment. Everything was scheduled to complete on Valentine's Day, right before their third quarter exams, a perfect excuse to bring Ren to her as she had a free schedule to help tutor him and oh well the library didn't have the references she wanted so really he just HAD to come to her place now didn't he? Why she hadn't even felt the tiniest hint of apprehension when he entered her room, seemingly oblivious of the date as he sat down with his textbooks out.
"Did you remember your calc printouts?"
"Yes."
"Charge your graphing calculator?"
"Yes."
"Want some chocolates?"
"Yes."
"Good. Would you like to go out with me?"
It was only once she recognized the silence after sliding over her chocolates that the panic began to set in. It was too late to claim it was a joke, the handmade chocolates in a large heart-shaped pouch. Plus her own expectant gaze had definitely sunk into a dismal expression of angst once she saw the awkward fidgeting as Ren clearly worked up the courage to respond. It wasn't necessary, Makoto smart enough to tell what that meant as her cheeks turned red; no.
"Ah... No, don't say it. There's no need t-to..."
Rrgh she could feel the tears welling up, not wanting to make even more of a fool of herself. She had been too caught up in the plan to even imagine it failing. Once again she had kept her eyes down from the truth, relying on a roadmap fostering her own ignorance. How could she think his yes was guaranteed? Was she an idiot? She had to keep her composure at least so that she didn't make any more of a-
"Er..."
"WHAT?!"
She looked at his even more awkward posture, his study materials all unpacked and ready, Makoto remembering the pretense her whole shoddy plan had rested on. He seemed on the verge of packing them back in, sliding over her chocolates slowly as she groaned.
"No no, stay. I said I'd tutor you. And keep the chocolates. You'll need the glucose, besides I spent ages cooking those after our raids. I at least want you to enjoy."
She slid them back over, swiping a stray forelock as she tried to be calm. Despite her words, internally she was screaming, wanting to be doing anything but this, desperately wishing she was the only person in this room as small red sparks flowed from her fingers into the bag of chocolates. She was too busy avoiding all eye contact to notice, and Ren was in his own personal hell wondering if he should speak up. Opening up the bag revealed a partially melted ball of chocolate chunks, Ren deciding Makoto didn't need to know their state as he grabbed it with his right and while Makoto had her eyes down, bit off a large chunk.
"Mmm~ it's really good Mak- er Nijima. Really really uhhn good."
His right fingers were coated in chocolate, his lips also slathered, pink prickles like they were filled with pop rocks zinging against his tongue and mouth. It felt weird, his jaw clicking a bit as he chewed, his tongue licking away the sticky chocolate as pink sparks darkened the hues of his lips, pink pouty suckers pursed as the tingling treat slid down his throat.
For some reason Ren couldn't stop smacking his lips together, the fun, tingly aftertaste still radiating through his mouth, his cheeks crinkling as tiny pops softened them up, the chocolate gurgling as it fell into his stomach. He flinched, a low rumbling filling him as he shifted awkwardly. He clutched his stomach, feeling a discomfort before remembering the muddied state of his fingers. Looking at the dark smeared things made his tongue wriggle, wondering if there was something he could do to-
Clean off your fingers, dirty boy.
Ren blushed, not sure why Makoto was being this forward, yet a part of him felt compelled as his soft lips opened, Ren sucking on his pinkie as his tongue licked away each morsel of chocolate. That crackling tingle ran up his fingers as each suck lengthened them, the scrape of his nail against tongue growing more noticeable as they lengthened. A petite pinky flexed out of his lips as soon the others were licked clean of chocolate and masculinity, the gleaming pale skin contrasting with the ruddier knuckles, though the dividing line gradually blurred as his right hand twitched, each one bobbing up and down as they shrank.
As soon as he finished licking off the chocolate it felt like a spell had been lifted, Ren blinking from a wave of dizziness, the stomach gurgling worsening. He didn't want to add food poisoning to Makoto's already strained consciousness, doing his best to hide it as an odd sucking sensation began to throb inside his core, though it felt like he was forgetting something as he tapped his longer nails on the table.
A proper student wouldn't sully their uniform with chocolate. Especially not a president... Strip.
"What?!"
Makoto gave him a weird look.
"I didn't say anything. Is it the chocolates? No no we really should get start-"
I SAID STRIP
Ren gasped, his head torn back as something yanked his hair, his core groaning as his right hand tore at the buttons as he threw himself to the ground.
"Makoto what the hell?!"
Ren struggled as someone roughly tore at his stained jacket, even the white button-up shirt beneath ripping as he struggled against the assault from his tutor.
"S-Sorry I don't know what's happening! Why are you s-stripping in my room?! I'm not- Is that my polish?"
"I'm not stripping you're the-"
It was then that he noticed Makoto flushed and leering from her seat, which confused him because he could feel the long nails stripping him down, the slender fingers groping him.
Still trying to figure it out? Isn't it obvious? Let's begin our lesson with an easy question. Whose right hand is undressing you? A: Makoto's B: Ren's
Ren could clearly see Makoto's mouth not moving, her eyes half covered as she snuck peeks at his half-undressed torso, which made Ren realize the copy of her voice he was hearing was inside his head.
"Makoto?"
Very good. You've done the equivalent of putting our name on the test, but I suppose for the current you that's worthy of a reward.
Ren groaned as the rumbling in his stomach worsened, the pulling sensation in his gut almost feeling like it was trying to draw something towards him. Then there was the pressure in his wrist, his changed fingers twitching as the palms softened, Ren feeling the muscles flexing as they softened, eroding up his arms in a series of throbs that was starting to feel almost pleasant.
Now here's another easy warm up. What uniform fits your body best? A: Shujin Academy Men's Uniform B: Shujin Academy Women's Uniform
"What?! No that's not even aaaAAHHHH!!"
Heat pooled across his skin as the internal Makoto tutted disapprovingly, Ren writhing on the ground as his skin turned red from the internal heat, pores leaking and shrinking as his skin began to glisten, hairs burning to nothing across his slick body. Even his cock was now smooth save for a tidy triangle, Ren shuddering as it stiffened.
"N-Noooo I'm a guy! I'm a-"
BZZT wrong. How absurd. I throw you a softball and you can't even hit it! Though I suppose Aikido's more our style. Well it seems like you truly need all the help you can get. Seems like I even have to dress you like a child. Don't worry, I'll make sure to drill it into your body.
"What does that m-HEEEEEAHH AHHH OOOOOH~!"
The heat stopped, his tender skin now ripe with sensitivity, the scratchiness of even his undershirt prickling against his paling complexion as Ren squirmed and groaned on the ground, his cock throbbing along as even the cheap cotton of his boxers was driving him mad as it scraped against his tip.
"I'm sorry I don't understand! Was it the chocolates? Are you in pain?! Please just talk to me Re-"
SLAM KTHUNK
Makoto nearly toppled backwards as her closet violently slammed open, a drawer by her bed nearly rolling off the track as she stammered incoherently at the impossible sight unfolding before her. Well, some unfolding, others unrolling and more unhanging as a tidily bunched up roll of pantyhose raced a pair of her tri folded plaid panties, the former reaching Ren's struggling legs first as they wrapped their legs around his pants and pulled, the panties crawling up his hips as they undid his belt buckle and buttons. Her closet meanwhile shook like something straight out of a horror film, one of her spare dressy turtlenecks struggling on the hanger, a skirt threatening to rip out the metal clamps hanging it or the entire bar keeping her partially animated wardrobe back.
Nothing made sense to her, Makoto staring dumbly from her clattering closet to her own undergarments stripping off his pants, Makoto giving a flustered gasp once she noticed his bare thighs, his erection flicking up as his pants were pulled down, seemingly swallowed by the ends of her pantyhose as the plaid panties climbed atop his shaft and suddenly pressed. It was at that moment Makoto realized those cries weren't of pain.
Next question. Which goes on first? A: Our panties B: Our pantyhose? Come on, this is an easy one.
Ren could barely think, his focus on struggling to keep himself from releasing, sensing there would be no coming back at this rate. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on, though he supposed he could actually be one with Makoto's grades if he gave in, the thought scratching some itch deep inside as his lips flickered into a smile.
"N-Noooo~~ ahhn p-please Makotooooo~!"
Something was pulling on his ankles, rubbing against his tip, his right hand still spasming as warm surges of weakness spilled up and down his arm. He shimmied against the carpet, groaning as his boxers rode up his crack, bare cheeks grinding against Makoto's white carpet. His legs were cold but something warm was rubbing against his feet, his socks melting into it, his pants gone as the warmth unfurled over his toes. Piling on pleasure was the source of pressure atop his cock, Ren staring at the plaid pattern, watching the panties jerk up and down as he realized what was about to happen.
"Wait I don't want to BEEEEEEEE~!"
Wrong again! Seriously, do you even know how women's clothing works? You slide them nice and tight down there and then you unroll the pantyhose like so...
The backs of the panties opened up, swallowing his cock as the striped strands ate at his own underwear, the higher quality silk thrumming against his shaft as it pressed it up against his stomach, buzzing as a thickening line of precum pulsed out his tip. He was helpless, taking his all just to avoid busting as the buzzing garments gently fondled his groin, his legs rubbing together as the warm black cloth unfurled over the rest of his feet. He could only lay there and take it, groaning as the warmth slid up his legs, another drawer springing open as he watched a bra climb out Makoto's night table. All he could do was watch as it moved to the closet, the rattling finally stopping.
That wasn't a good thing, Ren feeling his right hand shoot out, grasping for something, the soft, slithering touch of her dress shirt confirming his fears as a fluttering hem slid up his arm, swallowing his head as the softest of silks closed down around him like the jaws of a venus flytrap. He struggled inside, feeling the silks guide his left hand, his guts squirming with excitement at the soft touch as it squeezed past his shoulders, his body bucking as the dress hugged his frame and pulsed till his shoulder gave in with twin pops. His left arm felt numb, sensation only returning with a surge of pleasure as the sleeve fondled his hand, the entire silky form squeezing together as his left and right arms feminized, a perfectly dainty match for his right slipping out the end. He could only feel it, not see it, the smaller head hole ramming against his skull as the silk massaged his moaning features.
Looks like you need more help. I'll even be nice and give you a helping hand. Tell me, is that brow of yours A: Makoto's B: Ren's or C: Phone a friend?
"NNGH! AHH M-MAKOTO PLEEEEASE! I CAN'T SEEEEE AHHHN MAAHHHKOTOOOO!"
Sure, let’s see what we think sis...
Makoto had no idea what Ren was begging for, unable to hear the voice urging the changes on, corrupting him piece by piece. All she could do was stare in mute horror as her dress ensnared his body like some kind of giant snake, having no idea what those disturbing crunching noises could signify. She didn't know what to do so just on instinct responded with a simple, worried, "Ren?"
Wrong again. Though I'll let her continue to help. Are your eyes A: Ren's or B: Makoto's?
Ren didn't have time to respond, his brow cracking as the hem slid lower, precum desperately leaking as the warmth of the pantyhose below had slid up to his thighs. All he could do was grunt as Makoto repeatedly responded with his name as Ren's features gave in to the dress shirt's silky touch.
"Ren?"
It was like his skull was massaging his brain, rounding sections of brow softening up his mind as flashes of Phantom Thief escapades switched viewpoints, his eyes watering as a dark red filled his irises, painting the world in hearts as his furrowed eyebrows sunk while his eyelashes extended.
"Ren?"
A damp patch spread across the carpet as he whimpered, the warmth crawling higher as his thighs buzzed, his balls the panty's playthings as his nose flicked up past the collar, slender, cute and slotting back as his brain was like thick jelly, the changing mold of his skull sending him teetering on the edge of his identity.
"REEEEN?"
He had to scream, feeling the dress slide down, the world revealed as the collar gave his throat one last squeeze on the way down, his cheeks angled and cute, his chin rounded. The pantyhose was almost to his cock, Ren at his limits as his groans rose, deciding Makoto had to be behind this, had to know what was in the chocolates and probably knew exactly what she was doing calling out his name. One of her black halter vests was starting to crawl towards him as he lunged at her, causing Makoto to jump back as she tumbled onto her bed, Ren following.
"PL-HEEEEEASE!"
The panties were starting to squeeze, his balls feeling warm as pantyhose rammed against them, his cock giving a massive throb as the silk dressy turtleneck hybrid caressed his core. He could feel it, something opening inside, pleasure he was never meant to feel, the warmth of the pantyhose sliding over his hips, fully encasing his cock save for the tip as it began to soften. There was a moist squelching, thicker stuff dotting the panties as his eyes twitched, Reno giving a buck as his hands grasped at a pillow, squealing as one of Makoto's headbands flung up from her night table as his voice cracked from the mix of pleasures, brown hair spilling into a tight bob as he begged her.
"M-HAAAAKE IT STAHHHP! PLEASE M-AHHHHHH~"
GLSSSSH
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so so so sorry I don't know what I did I don't-"
Makoto's brain was buffering at this point trying to make sense of any of this. Somehow her leader was turning into her, but she didn't know how or why. The apologies just came naturally as she watched his pleas hiccup into a sudden shuddering, his eyes rolling up as a copy of her voice moaned over some kind of churning noise. She ended up coiled up in bed repeatedly apologizing while Ren rolled off the bed, both hands clutched between his thighs as she watched her floorboards get stained.
Good, let's get rid of all this distracting masculinity. I know those thoughts for Ren have been a major lull in our studying habits. So let's indulge in this fantasy. Ready to feel leader inside us?
It was all too much for Rento, his girlish moans growing more guttural as the heat wormed through his member, Makoto's panties rolling his balls, squeezing them, pushing them in. He no longer had any choice in the matter, his cock muscles going lax, his balls mush being crammed tighter as thick blasts of cum spilled down his buzzing legs.
They were entering him, he could feel it, Makoto's voice moaning in absolute bliss as the chorus of her moans, teases and apologies sped up the inner dissociation with his manhood. Before he knew it his fingers were joining in, feeling up his shaft, pressing on his balls, something so much righter about the way they sank as he pressed. It just felt so good knowing Ren had said yes as she thrust harder, Renko screaming her- His? Wait what was he-
SCHLURRP
"AHHHHN AHHH REEEEEEEN~!"
It felt so good he couldn't resist the urge to scream his own fading name, his fingers rubbing at a now flat patch below his gushing cock. His hips creaked before snapping out, the internal reformation like a constant fucking as figures and tests plugged them deeper into ovaries, Renko left gasping as inner Makoto prepared the next questions.
Since you just can't seem to get any of these right I'll be adding some deductions for wrong answers. Also, these will be timed. Failure to answer in fifteen seconds will result in it being wrong. Understood, or need an example?
Renko couldn't speak, too busy bucking and squealing as the last of his sperm spilled out, his screams slowly tapering off to spent, husky groans as he collapsed to the floor, the pantyhose rubbing his bony hips. He didn't think he had anything left in him to cum. He didn't think it'd be possible to even feel horny again. Like the rest of today he was dead-
WROOOONG~! Time to deduct a centimeter since you failed to answer. Now let's do some history trivia. What year was Aikido-
Renkto's cock struggled to harden, drool splattering out as he came, feeling a few slivers of his cock suck inside at the wrong answer, his tip throbbing as it felt the warmth of the pantyhose buzzing below. He needed to answer but it was so hard to think with his cock partially inside, part of him feeling like he deserved it for getting anything wrong.
There was a growing frustration with the bliss, his mind lagging behind each question as a thorough history of the martial art was ingrained inside. The questions started to blend for him, Makoto's voice the one anchor to sanity as his tip slid ever closer to the void, Renkoto eager to learn as the bliss of her own cock's inversion was the perfect teaching tool for Makoto's hobbies and tastes. The muscles were forming, his core eagerly shifting as flexible bends and locks filled his mind, and as he got each one wrong the inner Makoto was happy to let the remaining pieces of their outfit demonstrate as a skirt joint locked his knees till they popped inwards, his spine bending question by question as a now oh so familiar black halter top squeezed around his core. Everything he had been was melting, just like his cock as the tip rubbed the lip of the oh so warm pantyhose before slipping inside its grip.
Which is the proper name for your role, Makoto? A: Leader B: Joker C: Queen
Rekoto knew the answer he felt, but he was so tired of getting them "wrong" and the right answer was so obvious. Besides it was so hard to resist now that his entire cock was being gradually melted, his still skinny thighs spasming as they were gradually made malleable under the constant teasing squeeze of her pantyhose. He should just say it so Makoto would get what she wanted... what he... wanted too...
"Q-QUEEEEEEEEEEEEN~!"
Good girl. Time for your reward.
The fabric's groping turned up its sensuality, Rekoto's frantic spasming dying down to a more intimate shift. This was bliss, nothing forceful, just the rightness of being correct rewarded as his legs softened up. It started with his feet, scrunching happily as the toes thinned, the bottoms perfectly tailored to them as his calves curved, his cock a soft, stubby worm slowly sliding its way back where it belonged. A plaid skirt gently slid under his feet, frictionlessly moving against the hosiery as it pulled to his knees.
Penultimate question. What are we the queen of? A: Diamonds B: Spades C: Hearts D: Clubs
"HEEEEEEEEAAAAAARTS~!"
The skirt joined in, its hem rubbing with the rest as it slid up, Rakoto's moans hitching to pleasured whines as it slid up, revealing lush, plump legs, his moans reaching a feverish quiver as his ass was groped and shifted. His cock was in a constant state of shrinkage now, the heat leaving it soft enough to slot inside with a poke yet it only tripled the pleasure as its deforming, wrinkled shape rubbed against his navel, the tip squeezed shut as his ass thickened to a mighty, regal rear. The pantyhose was so tight now, making the buzzing even more arousing as the shape of his filled bottom half gleamed, Rakoto wondering how she could have ever said no to such a perfect ass.
Final question. And don't get this wrong; after all it's why we had this whole review session in the first place... Are you mine?
Rakoto shivered, reliving the embarrassment from earlier but as the asker, feeling the passion and effort that had gone into it, the craft. But she could change that wrong answer into a right one, her cock like the last stubborn pieces of herself too stupid to give into perfection all swirling inside to the obvious right answer. Even the idea of needing tutoring seemed preposterous as she opened her lips and moaned out her final answer.
"Yes..."
All at once her top and turtleneck squeezed alongside her panties, each correct answer upping the pressures as her core began to wobble.
"YES!"
Her cock was spreading open as she palmed her budding flower, her chest throbbing as a bra pinched around her nipples and pulled. Even more of her muscle gave in, half flooding up as the rest tested the elasticity of her pantyhose, her ass cheeks jostling inside as she swung her hips back and forth, feeling that thickness go from gifted to something truly thick as her cheeks clapped together in an applause for her own nearly perfect figure.
"YESSSSSSSS~!"
She arched her back, feeling the pop as her cock imploded, her breasts bulging out as a clear spill of excitement doused her thighs, another Makoto finished as she picked herself up, moaning out "yes" over and over and over till she noticed her fellow Makoto still apologizing on their bed.
"What are you apologizing for?"
The original didn't know how to act, still in shock and blushing fiercely after seeing her crush turn into her so lewdly. She felt ashamed to be turned on but he had been moaning so loud and even if she didn't know how it had started, there had been that wish of hers. It was all too much to process.
"I'd say I'm done studying for the day, but I think you still need to shore up on a few subjects, don't you think Makoto?"
Again she didn't know what to say. Was Ren gone? Was he just her now? What about the world outside, would people remember him? And most importantly wh-why was she looming over her so invitingly with her legs crossed.
"What's wrong, isn't this what you wanted? It's just ourselves here now Makoto, and I know what you're thinking. How good did it feel? Could I have joined in somehow? Did I always look so sexy?"
It was eerie having your own thoughts thrown back at you so teasingly, and also hot. She was definitely feeling it down below as her mirror image stared back invitingly, urging her to come over for a very different kind of study session.
"This is a pop quiz Makoto. Let’s see how well you know your own body..."
