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PETITE POWER (TATSUMAKI TG)
🕑 Added 2023-10-28 20:31:57 +0000 UTC
SQUISH
A blood vessel was threatening to burst, Tatsumaki beyond the end of her rope as her rage peaked. She had never met someone she couldn't overpower since she had become a hero, her opinions tantamount to fact given the ease she could dominate. People bent to her will without even a flick of her fingers, her countless psychic reserves making her one of the most formidable forces on the entire planet, human or otherwise. And yet this stupid single A Class nobody had the gall to tell her how to treat her sister, how to act, how to be a responsible hero when she CARRIED half of hero society. And she couldn't squash him?!
She kept upping her power thinking any showing of it would make him buckle and yet he kept resisting, even at her full strength. And then there was his forcefulness, insisting to move their "talk" elsewhere as he grabbed her. It wasn't just the manhandling, but how carelessly he had grabbed her, squeezing her body to his chest, a blush rising to her face as Tatsu felt her chest groped. Not by his hands, but his body, like he was rubbing her against his body like some sponge as even worse, Tatsu blushed at the sudden pressure. It was enough of a shock to stun her for half a second, long enough for her to feel his muscle tense, the psychic realizing he was about to jostle while her chest was against his.
"Wait you perverted- Ahhhhn~!"
It was more shame than Tatsumaki had felt in years, not just the slight twitch of her nipples but the helpless girly moan that followed as she found herself launched a few miles in one jump, the vibrations rolling through her body as she felt the tremors roll through her chest and ass as she held back another moan. When he placed her like a lost child on the ground and tried to talk to her, she almost sent him straight to the earth's core, but another idea came to her. This fucker seemed to want her body, why not indulge him?
With a flick of her hand, Saitama was sent up about a foot, Tatsumaki planning out just how she'd accomplish the idea that had sprung up in her mind, an evil smirk twitching at the corners as she began to violently shake him. She heard him compare her to an immature kid with an insect cage, but pretended not to hear, letting the anger fuel her powers. After all, she knew she couldn't take care of him with power alone as frustrating as it was to admit, her psychic energy probing ineffectively around his ears as it felt like diving through a thick layer of molasses. As long as he had his focus he seemed to be near impervious, but that's what she was chipping away at, rapidly spinning and shaking him as even with his near godlike resistance, the constant force was causing his brain to shake.
There was a gradual pace to the disorientation, Saitama figuring he'd just let this "precocious child" tucker herself out, though he did feel dizzier than usual, his concentration slipping bit by bit as the constant twisting force rummaging about his body continued to assault his muscles. Tatsumaki would have said it felt like trying to punch steel but she could break that pretty easily. But she could hear his words starting to slur, his hands holding his head in discomfort as her psychic energy continued to probe inside. The first place to give was critical even if the thought of what she was doing was embarrassing, sliding a ring of psychic energy up and down his privates as a thin blade of her powers lodged itself inside. It was a kind of converter, one that would show its true worth as her captive pervert's words began to groan, slight flashes of red showing amidst his ever shaking cheeks.
Her psychic energy was really getting frisky, rubbing against his muscles in circles with force enough to crush someone, Saitama only realizing how good it felt a bit too late as with a groan his hips bucked, cum building up only to spurt out as dark green energy, psychic energy…
It felt like finding a gap in tectonic plates, his impossibly dense muscle fibers becoming less firmly knit, tiny gaps opening in his defense as his back and vertebrae shifted the slightest amount. It was nearly imperceptible, like someone flexing their back for a moment as bits of muscle here and there were shot out his cock in green bursts, Saitama too embarrassed to care much about the tiny crunches of bone that Tatsu had been hoping to hear as her invading energy pushed deeper into his ears. It was tiny but she could feel her plaything beginning to mold, the firm muscles her psychic power could barely even shake now shifting in circles, tiny creases appearing in the arms of his tracksuit as slivers of his frame were scrunched down.
"H-Hey stop that brat! Don't youuu h-have any sh-GYAAA~!"
It was all really starting to show itself, muscle fibers tearing as her focus became less on disorientation and chiseling away at his physique, relishing his moans as another spurt left his cock, her energy ensuring it wouldn't soften till it was time as his eyes twitched, a much more noticeable chunk of mass converted as his shoulders popped down. Every utterance of "kid" "shorty" "child" ran through Tatsumaki's head as her hand clenched Saitama clearly confused by the sensations as three inches of height and bulk were forcibly squashed under the pressure.
"Enjoying this huh perv? Not that I'm surprised. I bet you thought I'd ignore you copping a feel with my body huh? Well how does it feel?"
Saitama was too dizzy to hear her, the energy that had been sliding into his ears firmly jogging his brain, his pupils spiraling as across his body the rough treatment from Tatsumaki was making a strange, soft blissful buzz take root, his skin humming. This wasn't a metaphor or anything, Tatsu's continuous shaking making a noticeable hum only strengthened by the added psychic energy coursing out his cock, the pitch rising as the hero hobbyist felt something perk in his chest.
Small tears were forming in his sweats, his skin also beaded as the firming layer of green raising him all over was diving into his skin. Nerves were flaring, pores were closing, his hairless body gaining a creamier sheen to it, a tenderness soaring across that made the rough twisting of his muscles all the more arousing as more of his physique atrophied by the second, melting and sucking towards the hungry converter, hastening their own demise as entire pecs and abs were beginning to writhe like worms as a shape was being pounded into them.
But it was his pecs that felt the strangest, the most concerning as the twisting energy seemed focused on his nipples, the usually inert flesh roughly twisted clockwise and counterclockwise. Each twist made them shed some of their brown craggly appearance, flecks of pink revealed as more of the hardened muscle underneath shifted back and forth with the teasing, his breaths hitching as each central part of the twisting perked to tender, pink pearls. There was a noticeable pulling added once his nipples had perked, another few inches of height erupting out in harsh green spurts that swirled in the miasma holding him, slamming into his pecs as Saitama squealed.
He could feel the muscle tearing now, a thin but very sensitive gap forming behind his toned physique, the torn muscle fibers trembling as the shreds liquified, softened. When his pecs were slapped back down Saitama gave a lusty squeak, a soft plop accompanying the twisting as a thin bed of fat now swam between the muscle. It felt soft in a way that caused neurons to spark, his cock to twitch, Tatsu giggling at the barely noticeable swell, too small to call beestings but more than enough to bulge the skin as his areolas widened to give his entire chest the look of a blushing maiden.
"This is what you wanted isn't it perv? Feel that squish? But they're not quite my size huh? Here let me help you really get to enjoy them..."
Now that her psychic energy was finding it easier to enter him she could start really making some changes, his smooth skin just a start as slivers threaded into his muscle, spilled into his limbs, worming their way into his nervous system as his arms and legs began to twitch under the command of Tatsumaki's invisible control. She needed him to buckle soon, not wanting to risk only going halfway and exhausting herself, deciding his chest was the perfect spot to focus on.
She pantomimed grabbing something with both hands, loving the warbled mess of a scream it caused as imprints of her hands dug into the bulging muscle of his chest, his ears wriggling as they shrank and softened. It felt like countless hands were groping all over, tearing and spanking and rubbing as pain and pleasure crashed inside his head, his facial features trembling as bones grinded together. Something was digging into his chest, melting through his muscle with an intense heat beyond description, his head rocketing back as the tighter skin of his throat was pushed against his Adam's Apple, one prominent bulge sinking as two were tweaked out.
"OHHH~! OHHHHH W-WAAAIT ST-HAAAAAAAAWP T-Tatsu- MYAAAAKIIII~!"
SQUISH
His neck slendered, orgasmic shrieks echoing as he said her name, psychic energy pouring into his head as Tatsu mashed his quaking chest to perky fat, his sweatpants tearing open into fluttery shreds of fabric as pound after pound of muscle was converted, the dark green energy eager to create more as continued to bear down, loud eager moans accompanying every inch that was pushed down as he was now down a full foot, no signs stopping as his deflating back muscles shrank smoother, his perked tits exposed as Tatsu gave a flick of her wrists, the cloth shreds peeled off from the waist up as Saitama's cummed out psychic energy spilled into the fabric. He was her helpless doll now, the conclusion foregone as every heave his shoulders shrank, his waist flattened. Now for the fun.
The floodgates had been opened, Saitama's head unguarded s his brain was drowned in green, his irises glowing the color as his rising cries accented each forceful shrink. His left arm was throbbing, Tatsumaki giggling as she made his struggling form pose for her like a pet, forcing his lips into a smile as they swelled. It only took a thought to make his chin snap down, her voice moaning from his lips, one firm squeeze of Tatsu's fingers making the shrinking hero buck wildly was as his hand was crushed dainty, a series of forceful slenderings making his arm nice and small, his shoulder wrenching inwards as that mass was flushed out his system like the waste it was, his cheeks warping inwards from the pure volume of screaming to the blissful pain trembling through his mismatched figure.
"P-Plheeaaase~! I-I can barely th-HNNNKMPH?!"
Tatsu pinched her fingers, his mouth forced closed.
"You don't need to talk unless I allow it. Be grateful I'm even letting you think. Why if I snapped my fingers..."
To demonstrate she flexed her pointer, any worry in Saitama's eyes gone under a maks of pleasure, his eyes arching inwards as he mewled like a cat purring as he pawed at his perky breasts and squeezed his thighs.
"Haha p-pet I'm a pet I'm Tatsu's plaything heheNGGGH What the hell was thAHHHT~?!"
She gave back control halfway through, Tatsu wondering if she should have saved his features for later, not really liking seeing a copy of her face panicking so pathetically. Didn't help his bald dome was still oversized atop her face, though she'd take care of that in due time. For now she had to bring him down to size, her size, his flurry of psychic power now mixing with the torn shreds of polyester and spandex, his ribbons of cloth all dying black as some of it was melting down the sides. It clung to his waist, creeping up in a rising black curtain, not caring if muscle or bone couldn't handle its new shape. Tatsu basked in his desperate grunts as her dress formed over him.
"Nnngh mmm n-noooo~!"
She was gradually giving him back control so she could enjoy his "resistance" his eyebrows peeling away as slimmer shoots of green pursed as he tried to hold it in. The forming dress was ruthless, his bare legs twitching as strips of fabric roamed over them, adding a soft, firm teasing to the throbbing aura of green suspending him, some strips lovingly tickling the soles of his feet as they squeezed around his toes, pervier flutters rubbing against his ass as they groped and snaked against the softening muscle. The black mass scrolling up his abdomen was less of a tease, snugly fitting his softened left side and torturing the resisting bulk of his right. One roll of fabric was now feverishly stroking his cock, his determined struggle turning to a quivering mess of moans as the strips near his ass suddenly slid inside his ass, Saitama giving a low moan that rose to a high shriek as the lack of tension in his stomach caused his remaining side to snap, slender curves permanently arching his figure to Tatsu's as all his height erupted down his thighs.
Saitama felt trapped, eyes tearing up as his hips were wrapped internally, the fabric pulling as his height plummeted down. The fabric was relentless, flattening every stray muscle squirming into petite uniformity, forcing his breasts into a constant state of teasing as the tight fit sealed itself to his figure. It slid over his shoulders like the mouth of a predator, bearing down as his right shoulder barely lasted a second before grinding into a sloped match for his left. He couldn't help the post orgasmic flexes as he sank below five feet, whimpering as each pleasured squeeze of his fist made his right sink into the open arm of the dress, muscles bulging for the last time before being ushered down to the converter, his lengthening nails digging into a petite palm. And right as he thought it couldn't get any worse, the fabric inside his ass pulled apart, Saitama seeing stars as his hips widened.
"Who's the shorty now pipsqueak? Though you still have a few inches to take care of. Now I could just let your latent psychic energy do the rest over the next few hours, but your incoherent blabbering's starting to bore me. So..."
Saitama's legs flailed, the bones and muscle sucking in like an empty juice box, his shrunken form looking lanky as bony hips thrust out the last of his muscle in a thinning green stream. It was the last of his physical power, toes fully pointed as the cloth tore off from his dress, hardening to heels that easily shaped his dainty little feet, making sure his arches popped to a lifetime of heels, his thin legs dangling and thrashing as the final spare ounces of muscle dribbled out. He felt drained, his petite frame wheezing up and down. The only thing hard left on his body was his cock, though he couldn't help like he was forgetting something beyond that, his legs looking rather gangly and malnouri-
"Time to get you in touch with the superiority of psychic energy. Oh did you think I was done with your figure? Don't worry I know how sad you were to lose all your power, but here. Let me give it back..."
Tatsumaki removed her psychic energy from the mix, Saitama falling to the ground with a surprised eep, followed by a louder, hornier cry as his cummed out converted energy surrounded him. Without anything to hold it back it plunged inside, Saitama's ass bloating as energy as compact as his previous muscle forced his cheeks to swell. He had to get off the ground, the firm earth bouncing off his plusher cheeks as the alien tenderness made his cock twitch, with all his muscle gone only one thing left to expel as he desperately tried to keep his masculinity from releasing. His subconscious mind worked the psychic energy into a frenzy, raising him from the ground, Saitama squeaking as his hips rounded out, the remaining energy shunting straight into his thighs.
Tatsumaki rolled her eyes at the sorry display, his thighs slapping furiously together as his bare skull throbbed, disgusted at such clumsy usage of her powers.
"Get on with it!"
With that she gave another squeeze of her hands, Saitama's head squirming as intense pressure wracked his brow, tiny green dots peppering his scalp as his brain felt like it was about to pop.
His brain had already been through the wringer from all the bouncing and semi concussions Tatsumaki had forced on it before, but the green energy still trapped between his ears had one final job in mind, Tatsu carefully forming a mold inside his head, her own brain superimposed, just a bit larger as she cranked up the pressure, Saitama's forehead on the verge of breaking.
"God just looking at that chrome dome's pissing me off. Let’s give your perverted mind a nice deep scrub."
She slowly clenched her fingers, Satauma's shrieks pausing under a deluge of pressure as his head shrunk, the psychic power spilling out as locks of straight, green hair as motor functions ceased, Satsuma's body twitching into a limp doll as the psychic energy finished plumping his thighs, the helpless doll wordlessly gasping as his cock unloaded all the pent up testosterone it had. His balls shriveled up, Satsuma gasping as control came back, green hair whipping about his blushing features as a few weak spurts of white soapy cum fizzled out before his cock twitched fruitlessly. He could feel his tubes being tied, release no longer allowed, his horniness building as plush thigh fat teased his still throbbing shaft.
Tatsumaki just stood there smugly as she watched him groan and squeal, his thighs squeezing tighter, hands slowly moving down to grope and rub at the building need without release, his huffing moans of torturous arousal making him cry out, "Wh-Why aren't you doing anythiiiiiing?!"
Tatsu just smirked harder.
"Cause you have to beg. Call yourself an inferior pervert and beg me to do it."
"What? No I'm nAHHT AHHN NGGAH~!"
Satsuma squirmed, not wanting to beg but the need was growing unbearable, his balls every few seconds trying to ascend, each ram making his knees knock together as he tried to maintain any sense of self. His cock was on fire, its smooth hairless exterior now a shiny red at the tip, even a slight breeze enough to make his body attempt to orgasm, but worse was the throbbing in his head.
He could feel each needy throb make something squeeze, his thoughts getting cloudier, his memories struggling as each flex of his forehead maid the mold of Tatsu's brain snap a little tighter. Each failed orgasm always brought on a flurry of thoughts, making the organ throb tighter and tighter in its shrinking cage, Satsuma feeling himself fade at this rate if he didn't let at least some of the need out. And then there was that part that felt almost like it was mocking himself deep down, enjoying his panic, perhaps being a man was just as much a hobby as being a hero. A pathetic existence like this hardly one he'd really miss after-
"I-IIII'M A w-hOOOrthless nngaah~ i-inferiooor p-pervert!"
His lips were moving on their own, Satsumak struggling as his own balls continued to try and plow inside, thrusting his hips back with every blow as drool spilled down his twitching face.
"Well duh we already knew that. Look at you trying to cum with my thighs. I bet you loooove it don't you freak? Well? I said beg. Beg me to do what we both know you want."
Ugh Satsumak could feel the growing smugness inside, laughing at him, demanding he give in, only growing stronger the longer his pent up want kept his brain thumping inside its mold. He had to do it, had to say what she wanted or he wouldn't be able to take any more.
"I-I want to be yOOOOOH~! AHHN M-MAKE ME YOUR S-HUUUPERIOR SEEEELF!"
Tatsumaki considered it for a few seconds as Satsumak was left screaming, cradling his bulge as tears mixed with drool.
"Fine. You’d better thank me... sister."
Tatsumaki's trademark finisher was using her powers to rip monsters to shred, her torturous twisters feared across the world by monsters of every shape and size. And now she had a much smaller target experiencing the true finality of it as she focused her energy, a green wave surrounding either side of his prostate as she first squeezed the organ ruthlessly as her psychic power gripped the resulting corners and pulled.
Once more Satsumak was rendered speechless, mute drool spilling out as intense spasms wracked his body. His prostate was being reshaped, the triangular form pounding into it as the edges continued to twirl, the top two corners drilling in a roundabout way through his insides as he was penetrated and excavated, the bottom one roughly yanked till a great open cavern spread open behind his cock, Satsumak finding his voice again as a gush of clear juices flushed out the soapy remnants of his fading manhood.
He could feel his twirling edges spinning faster, the blistering heat pulsing inside his womb making his cock throb as male orgasms no longer offered release, his tip sealing as it beaded to a darker shade of red. The whole shaft was beginning to crinkle, feeling a vaccuum forming inside, hungry to be filled as the base was finally threaded with psychic energy, softening as it sucked inside to fuck him. The two cyclones were turning faster now, spearheading their way to his balls, each inwards thrust of them softening the structures behind, the drilling meeting both as it pierced both of his precious jewels, the suction beating out all other forces as his sack was spread apart with two rough, juicy pops.
Satsumaki felt both kinds of pleasure in the end, his shaft imploding in messy spurts, his shrieks hiccuping as his cock buckled under the psychic energy, pulling in till the beaded tip slipped below his new lips. And yet it was still there, not quite gone, throbbing and spreading open her lips, Satsumaki confused why it hadn't finished.
"Why are you just standing there with your ass out to the world? Go and finish it yourself Tatsumaki. You wanted to be me, yes? So prove you meant it."
Satsumaki didn't quite understand the smug yet annoyed tone, as if she knew something he didn't. Sure it felt really weird to have a cock nestled half melted into his leaking slit, but compared to before this was far more manageable, even if the throbbing in his head was a present reminder of what was left. It seemed odd that she'd leave this up to him, but maybe he could trick her, and then he could find a way back to being perfect. At the thought green energy appeared over his hand, shoving his fingers firmly up his pussy and stabbing his half formed clit as the straight edges of his hair curled, the world turning black as Satsumaki's brain squeezed.
Deep inside the recesses of his mind his sense of self was rippling, drowning in a mix of pink and green, trying to hang onto itself. He wanted some hair to cover up his ugly dome and so it appeared. He wanted to be recognized as a hero which was why she was almost the very top of S Class. Each thought had its own rhythmic pulse, this fragile self image so easy to mold, imagining his own pathetic squirming making her turned on. There was awareness of what was happening as his image shrank, a much curvier form swallowing him, each thought slotting another fold of his brain into the mold, his desires hijacked, his arousal cycling it all back to how incredible it felt to be herself. The pulses were getting faster, his form shrinking, face already smirking with satisfaction as he imagined getting to do this to himsome bald loser whose name barely even registered.
She looked down, groping herself as breasts surged to meet her hands, feeling up her slender waist, gripping a thick ass cheek before grimacing at the hard shaft below. She didn't even acknowledge it, the energy swarming around her hand as she flicked a finger, and gave into herself.
That did it, Tatsumaki's moans getting less needy as her finger ran deep inside, rubbing against her shaft one final time as she filled it with energy, each cry losing even a hint of resistance as it melded into the walls of her slit, a nail resting against her clit as she pushed it into place. A full body shudder ran through as she came, every last trace of her former self expunged, not that she cared too badly about it, not even wanting to remember she had ever been anyone else as a small hint of vertigo sent her tumbling in a circle midair before complete control returned. A small price to pay for her brain finishing its improvement.
"How was it Tatsumaki?"
"Hmm?"
She looked up at her sister, taking the same pose she had mentally as she sat mid air, relishing in the fine control she had over her powers.
"Well of course it was incredible. What do you think this idiot had something better to do when he's out here getting in the way of two sisters talking during a weekday? Jobless bum. Should we head back and finish what we started?"
"No I meant h-how did it feel to have that male thing? You really seemed to enjoy it."
Tatsumaki looked up, not shocked but feeling smug as she gloated towards her original, "Oh right I suppose you are a virgin since I ended up fucking myself. Though if you're that curious it was great feeling it change. I'd say our body really is perfect wouldn't you agree... me?"
Perhaps that weirdo hadn't been the only pervert, both Tatsu's smirking, floating closer together as they sized each other up, the long fluttering lengths of their dress psychically animated as they ran up their thighs and teased their leaking slits.
"Well since you got to lose it to yourself I suppose it's only right I lose it to myself. It'll only take us a few minutes to get back. Let's see if you did a good job, clone."
"And let's see if the virgin can keep up, original."
Top or bottom was relative when they started floating about anyways, both doing their best to tease the other and show who the best was, the two psychics showing just how much control they had over themselves, wondering why they hadn't tried this sooner as two tornadoes combined.
