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Wife Material(Mimori Tg)
🕑 Added 2024-03-28 09:07:21 +0000 UTC
Matthew didn't have to ask if his friend was okay, one glance at the general mess of his condo enough to show just how little he was taking care of himself after the break up. It had happened right before Valentine's Day on their third anniversary, Jake on the cusp of proposing only to be politely let down moments before the big moment. Honestly it had been too awkward to even go visit, all of Jake's last few calls more like half-legible sobs than a proper conversation, but Matthew knew he should be there for his friend.
When he went to knock the door had opened, that lack of care showing all over as he walked through a kitchen strewn with takeout trays and dishes in the sink. He rushed upstairs to make sure his friend was okay, Jake slumped in a bunched up array of sheets that he had tossed and turned with no effort to cover himself. A few bottles were strewn around the stained carpet and he was snoring loudly which at least let Matthew know his friend was fine physically. Grabbing some of the empty bottles, he decided at the very least he'd clean the mess up and help get him back on his feet. Jake really needed to get his shit together but Matthew could at least let him sleep off whatever hangover he'd probably be sporting if he woke him up now.
The recyclables were in the kitchen though he figured he'd survey the scope of the mess before cleaning, finding most of it centered in the living room and kitchen. Jake was usually keen on appearances so it was surreal seeing laundry tossed about the couch next to more takeout containers, some with jelly firmed and stale but thankfully no mold. Amidst the more standard mess of someone not taking care of themselves though was something weird, Matthew glancing at it twice unsure what to make of it.
"Makeovers and Matrimony: Pure Love Confession"
Was Jake reading this? Maybe it was his ex's and he had been reading it; he remembered her being into shoujo. Something was in it too, raising the pages like a bookmark.
Picking it up and opening to the indent caused the makeshift place marker to fall, Matthew feeling a pinch as a diamond ring slotted perfectly over his ring finger, the shoujo manga opened on a double spread page of a girl blushing as she said "I do."
Matthew felt flushed, his cheeks a bright red, his ring finger throbbing as the ring slid past the second joint, shearing off hair as he felt pins and needles all over. Surely it wouldn't be so bad if he read just for a bit. Jake wouldn't-
"Mmmph~!"
There it was again, his stomach fluttering, skin tingling, the thought of his friend making him feel all bubbly and warm. It caused the manga to slip from his fingers, the pages making a splat sound as it splayed across his thighs. For a moment his elation had faded to a more general disgust, wondering what the hell had been left by Jake-
"Hahhh~ mmm Jake..."
The moan slipped out, the pages of the manga split down the middle by his stiff cock, Matthew pulling the book off to look at what had spilled out only to find nothing. Quite literally nothing; half the panels on the open page faded to white, ink running down as he watched a text bubble of a cute girl saying, "I'd do anything for him," dribble off the corner of the page and fall on his dick with a splatter as he groaned.
He should have been alarmed, but there was some mental block forming, his fear hitting a wave of static every time it tried to rise, Matthew rubbing the back of his head as it throbbed and throbbed until a shivering burst of lust made him squeal, all that fear gone, projected out the back of his skull with a poof of pink forming a hovering pink heart. Looking down, the black spots around his thighs and cock were more a source of curiosity as he rubbed them, the silky feel of them buzzing against his skin, the nails touching them losing their grime as they dimpled against it, thoughts of Jake making his heart flutter. Yes he had to clean up for his boyfriend.
It started with the laundry, the ring forgotten but always throbbing as the other fingers around it gradually thinned. His right hand was occupied with reading while his left gathered slung off articles. Socks, jeans, shirts, even a few boxers as his heart thumped, an urge to sniff them making him blush at all the improper thoughts as his cock continued to throb.
Fiction mirrored reality, the protagonist similarly helping her crush in a slump, eager to make him happy as she cleaned up after her depressed childhood friend. It only seemed right as the panels melted after reading, the splatters raining onto his thighs in patches that buzzed warmly, some of them growing to snake around as they rubbed and squeezed his softening flesh. The pile of dirty clothing was getting heavier, partially from gathering all of the strewn about articles, but mainly from the weakening muscles of his arm, Matthei's left fondling each article it cradled, leaving them thinner and svelte, the fabric rubbing against his softening bis as the muscle gained a nice plushness to it. Arms made for hugging...
The heart floating behind his head was gradually sprouting curved lines from either side as he made his way to the laundry room, resisting the urge to do something lewd with his friend's-
"Nggaaah~!"
The curved lines sprouted more, forming the start of a circle, Mattheri still in a bit of a daze as he stepped into the laundry room. The protagonist was in a similar dilemma, holding a pair of boxers up from the pile and sneaking a look around before bringing them up to her face. Of course he'd never do that even if the fantasy of it made his body feel warm. It was in this daze that he dumped the load awkwardly in, so caught up he didn't even realize he was stripping as he pulled his shirt off, then his shorts which had holes in them anyways from the drops of ink stuck to him. The intrusive thoughts kept growing, his hand fondling himself with a pair of his boyfriend's-
No what was he doing? This wasn't right. Sure there seemed to be this mental fuzz when he thought about Jake that made his tummy all bubbly and warm but this was too much. He was almost jerking with his boyfriend's boxers and even if the manga made it look so fun and arousing and they were clearly gonna get together so did it really matter that-
DRIP DRIP DRIP
The intrusive thoughts melted off the page, splashing over his toes as the bare pads dug into the linoleum, wrapping nice and tight as they pointed inwards, shrinking with a few pops as Mattheri shuddered. Well... clearly Jake trusted him enough to care for such things. Really, this was part of the upkeep. Yeah, he just had to quickly...
Peeking around as if he couldn't hear the snores upstairs, Mattheri dug his face into his boyfriend's boxers, streaks of blue cracking into his eyes, his hands rubbing the soiled article aggressively enough to make his nose scrunch as he slid it down his body. By this point his skin was hairless, its complexion paling as he slid it lower, his nipples flicked by the brim as they popped up pink after it passed. This was wrong on so many levels but his ink-splattered feet kept him rooted in place, the splotches on his thighs forcing them to squeeze against his balls as he began to stroke his cock with his frie- NNGH his childhood frie- OOH y-yeah his boyfriend's-
"KYAAAAAAA~!"
It had barely taken five pumps to cum, the buzzing black encasing a third of his cock, aiding it along with the smooth skin of his thighs, Matthori groaning as he pulled the soiled article off, a bridge of cum making him still feel connected as his cock continued to throb. Thank god he was putting a load up to wash away the one he had just unleashed. It wasn't like he could blame the manga either since this was clearly Josei level perversion. What was wrong with him today? He had to step up, otherwise Jake wouldn't love him....
He started the load, his own clothes shifting in the water, though with the top down it wasn't like he could see them. He'd have to remember to put them in the dryer later, but for now he had more cleaning to do. By now the shock of pink hair had spread to make an odd kind of ponytail down the back of his neck, the forming circle about a third formed from the initial heart as Matthori flipped through the next few pages. It was a fanservice section, the adorable protag picking up garbage in compromising positions, well aware just how intently her crush was watching her. It made Matthori jealous how full her figure seemed, her ass prominent in most panels as it was ogled. He wished Jake was awake just to see as he bent down, crawling on his hands and knees as he imagined putting on a show.
More splashes of ink dripped off the pages, running down his calves as streaks of pantyhose clung to his ankles, the insistent press of the half-formed pantyhose thoroughly scrunching his feet as he practiced shaking his hips as he picked up napkins and containers off the ground. In such a position he couldn't read any more, the manga set down after he had cleared a spot on the table, and as his back turned his bony rear swung like a beacon as the pages trembled in their binding. The blank ones devoid of ink silently tore off from the rest, bunching as they rolled into tight white balls, Matthori's bare rear an easy target as they slammed directly inside his-
"OHHHHH~!"
His eyes tripled in size, their pupils an electric blue as he gave a lustful squeal, the bony shape of his rear bubbling as bunched up paper forced its way inside before melting to lumps of flat. A second circle unfurled inside the first one as his head shot back, Matthori squealing as his hips began to swing with some weight to them, each sway fuller as the inner circle popped close, his own inner circle popping as his hips spread apart with a crunch.
He was cumming once again, Mitthori struggling to mute his cries lest he wake his sleeping boyfriend, but more worrying was the mess he was making, a fear that thankfully passed when he noticed one of the spare takeout plastics conveniently saving the carpet from further staining. This was wrong. Horrifically so. How could he almost stain the carpet with such slick, messy fluids? In fact, now that he thought of it, he didn't remember his favorite protag's ass shots even having those two bulges now awkwardly pressed between his spreading ass cheeks, Mitthori giving them a fondle as the balls felt worryingly full. They didn't belong... did they?
"Mmmmgh ahh ahhhhn~ Jaaaaaake~!"
He squeezed, groaning as thick spurts of cum spilled out his cock, the way his fingers pressed into the struggling lumps feeling more and more right as the messy fluids fizzled out his tip. Yes it wouldn't be proper to be able to make such messes, Mitthori nibbling on a plump lip as his fingers squeezed and dimpled, waves of orgasmic bliss rewarding him as the two lumps shrank inside. Now there was no bulge to distract from the plumpness of his rear, no need for such blights on his desperation to clean and be cleaned. God if only Jake were here to see how hard he was working, so desperate to please, his fingers naturally thrusting in and in and in till his long nails suddenly-
SCHLICK
"AHHHHHHHHN JAAAAKE~!"
Clear fluids pulsed out his tip, Mitthori cumming as his scrotum vanished, his fingers pressing against a hollow cavity as the final bunches of paper solidified his rear into a firm, curvy ass. He was careful to pick up the mostly full plastic, gathering it with the rest of the trash and his smaller volume of manga to the kitchen, dumping the last seed he'd ever spill and the rest of the garbage in one satisfying clatter before he turned to the rest of the kitchen. There was a pink apron, a gift from her boyfriend that he slid on, ready to do some dishes.
By now the halo had hit its halfway point, bulging out the sides as two more hearts formed. The patchwork pantyhose were still steadily spreading across his legs in patches, aided as he flipped to the next page, all about scrubbing, a wordless sequence as Mitthori grabbed the soap and mindlessly squirted in a fifth of the bottle as he ran the hot water. He knew he couldn't wash and read at the same time, so while the water was running he continued to enjoy page after page, the pantyhose now firmly wrapped around his calves, his thighs squeezing inwards as gentle pressure eased his knees together. It was only once bubbles started to land on his pages that he realized the sink was about to overflow, Mitthori hastily shutting off the scalding water as he worked on the sudsy mess.
It led to his apron getting soaked, the wet, bubbly liquids sticking the cloth to his nipples as he began working with a sponge to clean off the pots and dishes. Some of the sodden pages of his manga were more than happy to melt in response, scraps of paper turning to pulp as they silently splattered against his apron, crawling up and sliding under. They moved in sync with his sponge as he cleaned, each scrub getting more involved as his nipples rolled in circles, pleased moans silencing the tiny crunches of his shoulders as the repetitive motions ground them slim and round.
He was just so focused on cleaning, giggling as the first clear fluids began to drip past his thighs, his cock still hard as it rubbed against the pantyhose encasing his ass and thighs, his nipples just as hard as they only urged his throbbing slit to moisten. His hair was all pink now, some strands on the left coiling into a bun, making him imagine Jake pulling her hair, calling her such a good girl for cleaning it all up. Such a good wife…
"Ohhh~ Jaaaake..."
He came but it didn't relieve any of the tension, his tip throbbing as it leaked clear fluids, more pooling from the slit below as the sodden pantyhose finished forming, buzzing and pressing on his cock as he continued to wash. The paper pulp continued to tweak his nipples, bits of it slipping into his nipples as they slowly pushed further against the apron.
All he could think about was Jake, memories twisting as his past was painted rosy. Just like the dishes his brain was being scrubbed clean, every twirl melting more to leak out his twitching groin, her engagement ring so tight on his ring finger, a constant reminder of what he'd soon be as he set the clean dishes to dry on the rack.
CLINK
His back wobbled, each dish set to dry crowding around, that pressure slowly sinking his back into an arch, accenting his large nipples as his chest wobbled with teasing shades of growth. He was forgetting something, the back of his mind screaming for him to remember through the pleasured haze of the cleaning, his shrunken frame trembling as he finished the last of the dishes. His legs were rubbing, his stomach shaking, the halo's circle closing as his hands wrapped around the sponge, imagining for a second she was holding Jake's long, hard-
SQUISH
"KYAAAAA~!"
Wringing out the sponge made her waist buckle, the already muscle-deprived core fully feminizing as its sides curved, Mittmori squealing as his chest surged out to its full glory, the constant teasing making the cool rush of fat pouring under his nipples enough to send him over the edge three times over. Clear fluids spilled down his legs, his tip red as it popped closed, his shaft an engorged clit as his own needy shifts made his new breasts jiggle as his soapy fingers gave them a healthy squeeze. It was only upon seeing her sopping wet clothing that she remembered what she was trying to remember. She had laundry to fold!
"Looks like I'll need to do another load for my apro- EEEK MY MANGAAA!"
Mittmori shook the volume dry, two thirds of it melting to nothing as her own body dried, skipping through a lengthy washing and vacuuming sequence as the carpet outside lost all its crumbs, Mittmori thrilled that the rest seemed to be fine as she moved into the laundry room. She pulled open the washer expecting to move things over only to find it empty, the dryer dinging instead as she looked at it confused. Sure enough it was full with the washed clothes, Mittmori wracking her brain, trying to remember when she had started the dryer as she threw her damp apron in the wash.
"Well I still have to fold them anyways, but maybe Jake put them iiiiihn~?! Oh dear how silly of me. Of course I put them in."
She had picked up a shirt and folded it, the folds of her brain rearranging as the memory of further cleaning entered her mind. Each article was another bit of her past neatly tidied up, none of those silly thoughts of being a boy remaining as she folded up weeks of clothing and decades of her past, all of it making that motherly need surge as she remembered growing up with Jake, falling in love with Jake, doting on Jake...
Mitmori was struggling with the last few pieces, her arousal still building as she grinded against the dryer, groaning as little slivers of her cock tried to harden only to slip inside. She didn't even question when a red and white skirt with a matching fuku were the last things there, since she remembered putting her clothes in the wash before. A dress up sequence in her manga before the big date was next to drip out, the black ink swimming over her thighs to add pressure to her cock, Mimori feeling a need to get ready as she slipped the skirt on, the fuku sliding on easily as the halo closed atop her head. She felt dizzy as the folds of the skirt began gripping her ass, bending her over the folding table as Mimori's halo began to shine.
It was an overactive imagination scene now melting from the barely three chapter long "volume" that had the protagonist imagining a censored sex sequence, one that Mimori was feeling without the protection of shoujo guidelines as she was thrust over a table, moaning Jake's name as her clothing pressed and pressed. It was squeezing away the last imperfections, finishing her figure as the fuku groped and pushed, her slit leaking more and more as the pantyhose thrust inside it as the skirt spanked her ass. She could feel her love swelling inside, something blooming as her shaft gave a violent jerk, Mimori screaming as it now pointed straight down, two inches of it forcibly thrust inside as she craved more.
Only a little of her cum could escape with her cock firmly blocking her slit, the rest spilling back inside as her thighs were rubbed thicker, her calves curving as the pantyhose eagerly had its way with her body. All the while, inside her double-ringed halo, smaller circles were forming, their number increasing with her lust as her thighs squeezed tighter and tighter. Her entire shaft was melting between them, her squeals for her Jake rising to a fever pitch as she needed to cum. It was all boiling over as her shaft throbbed, sinking under all the pressure, filling her more and more as her legs desperately tried to work it in faster, Mimori's screams stopping all at once as the inner pattern formed its fourth circle. Her cock felt wrong, her thighs not meant for anyone but Jake's as her mouth trembled shut, the thought of her soon-to-be-husband too much to bear as her own lust spilled around her sunken cock, lubricating it as she knew she had to see him now now now!
One final ring was forming as Mimori scampered up the stairs, struggling not to moan as her sealed off shaft eagerly sank into its new purpose, its proper purpose. The final pages of the shoujo manga were dissolving back in the laundry room, but Mimori couldn't even think of fantasy when her reality was beckoning to her. Every step was another muffled moan, her thighs thoroughly drenched as they squeezed her clit, the shaft just a throbbing line of pink muscle that was unfurling itself as she made it upstairs, entering his room as her hubby's scent made her cheeks turn red.
"MMmm~!"
It was nearly gone now, barely an inch stuck outside her hungry folds, Mimori staring at her sleeping hubby's form. She'd have to get him to shave later but seeing him so rugged was its own turn on as she took a swig from one of the half-empty bottles. She was nervous to wake him up from such a peaceful-looking sleep but she had to, the liquid courage helping as the warmth made her muscles loosen, Mimori suddenly squealing lustfully as the final inch slurped inside.
"JAAAAAAAAKE~! OHHH OHhhh Jaaaakey poooo..."
Her hubby woke up with a start, cradling his head from a hangover as he looked up at the pink-haired girl moaning on his bed, looking at him so eagerly with her skirt hitched up.
"Huh? Who are uh..."
She was shimmying her hips, happy to show off her leaking slit through the pantyhose as her feet were eagerly rubbing against his legs, her hands caressing his face.
"Aww poor baby. I know you must feel so bad right now, but your bubbly Mimori's here to rub it aaaaall better."
Now she was teasing his cock, the eagerness and gentle words a major turn on for the up to that point lonely wreck of a man.
"I-Is this real? Am I dreaming?"
That made Mimori giggle.
"Awww every day with you's a dream Jakey. You've made me your wife, now why don't you make me a proper mommy next..."
Jake just nodded as his dream girl stripped, ready to fuck away all his problems.
