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Playing Dress Up(Hayasaka Mass Twinning):TheTGScourge Collab
🕑 Added 2022-06-16 16:50:44 +0000 UTCThis was a collaboration with the amazing TheTgScourge we cooked up over a few months. Next up will be one with Pansed. Check out Scourge's patreon here:
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"How is this meant to help again?"
"Shhhhhhhh, stay still. I'm not done yet."
Miyuki blushed to himself, thankful the rest of his family was out as Hayasaka brushed his hair, unsure what she was planning. The girl had barely said anything to him that morning, just that she needed him for something that would help make him stand out less to anyone who might be looking for him.
He was still unused to living with the girl even after the few days they had shared together so far, especially with how used he was to living with just his dad and sister, throwing his daily life completely off balance. The absence of Kaguya was already worrying enough, but he was ashamed to admit how living with Hayasaka was throwing him as much as it was, especially with how attractive she seemed to be almost all the time.
The costume performance from the other day still haunted his thoughts, spurring emotions and feelings he really should keep under control, especially when she was this close to him, leaving him desperately hoping that the situation would blow over soon and return his life to normality. Miyuki went along with her plan even if he was unsure what she was doing, hoping the blush wasn't obvious as she pulled out various things from her suitcase.
"Trust me. This will be the perfect disguise. No one will ever know it's you. Not even Kaguya will be able to tell. Just to be safe of course."
"R-right... are you sure? I wouldn't want to-"
"Giggle~. You worry too much Miyuki-kun~. You really should learn to enjoy yourself more often~."
There was something strange behind her words, some kind of smugness he didn't understand, her teasing nature making his blush deeper as she smiled teasingly.
"Oh~? Am I making you flustered Miyuki-kun~? You shouldn't let Kaguya see you like this~."
That got his attention, his blush completely filling his face as he looked away in shame, Hayaska giggling in victory as he fidgeted nervously. Shirogane instantly regretted turning around again when he did, finding himself met with fluttery, pretty blue eyes, nails painted the same shade and a set of pointy cat ears.
"Forgive me-nyan~. <3"
"S-stop doing t-that!"
At this point he was desperate to get away from her teasing, shivering slightly as Hayasaka grew closer, smugness shining behind her eyes as she suddenly forced something on his head, the boy blinking as he realised it was another pair of cat ears. He would have questioned why but suddenly, he shook, something odd shooting through his body as he gave a twitch of bliss, cutting off his question as he let out a startled gasp.
It felt like hot water had been poured onto him, every instinct suddenly awakened and screaming in delight as his cock hardened, something pulsating in his core, his hair tingling as it fell over his eyes in waves of blonde. He could tell something was wrong right away, the shade of his strands all wrong, the colour brightening right in front of him feeling and looking far too real to be a dream, the sight making his vision spin as his mind tingled.
"A-AH!? O-OH~! W-WHAT'S H-HAHHHHHHHHHPPENING~!? A-AH~! I F-FEEL SO- AH SHIT~! H-HAYASAKA HELP M-MEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!"
Hayasaka didn't do anything though, Miyuki's blood running cold from her smug little smirk as he realised she was totally unconcerned by his screams, almost as if she knew it would happen. She giggled at his panic, walking over and grabbing his arm, her touch feeling infectious as the pleasure peaked, filling his muscles with liquid bliss, his screams echoing through the room as his widening brown eyes were consumed by sparkly blue, the shade soaking into his irises and directly into his mind like corruptive water.
"Calm down Miyuki~. This is what I meant you know? You should just stop overthinking things and enjoy yourself more often! This feels good doesn't it? So why complain? Does it really matter that much~? Don't worry, it gets better~."
She was whispering sweet promises into his ear, words that were making his cock throb, his body shake, his face twisting up into all sorts of unnatural womanly ways as he came hard all over his pants.
"My my. What a mess you've made~. Oh, now I simply have to clean you up master~. We have to make you presentable after all~."
Nononono, she couldn't talk like that. Like a maid, while she was in that outfit. Kaguya was the furthest thing from his mind as Hayasaka dominated his thoughts, his hair fully conditioned with her essence as his thoughts spun. She giggled as he blushed, turning him around and expertly stripping him of his clothes bit by bit, Miyuki helpless to stop her as her infectious soft touch was exposed to all of his body.
"A-AH!? H-HAYASAKA!? W-WHAT ARE YOU DOHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!!!!"
POP
Something in his throat burst as he let out a girly soprano of pure delight, something drilling into his brain as she threw the dirty washing aside like the trash they were. New desires and thoughts were clouding his judgement, his ability to find a way out, the boy biting a plumping lip right as his dick pumped out more seed.
Now his body was crunching, the maid handling him with the experience of a professional, throwing the sailor style shirt onto him, the cotton feeling like it weighed tons, the broadness of his shoulders paying the price as they were annihilated in an instant. He had no choice but to squeal and cum, Miyuki's mind on fire from the raw sensations as she slipped on a skirt, his body bucking as his nose and jaw shattered into dainty sexiness.
"W-WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~!!!!!!!!! O-OH FUCK OH SHIT TOO GOOD TOO GOOD I CAHN'T TAKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!! CAN'T TAKE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W-WHY ARE YOU D-DOINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG... H-HOW- WHAT- OH FUCKING G-GAWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD~!!!!!!!!!!"
"Hmmm? Well, it's the easiest way to disguise you. I thought that was obvious. Aren't you supposed to be smart Miyuki-Kun~? Teehee~!"
He was sobbing from ecstasy, screaming in a voice that wasn't his own, a face that wasn't his, his identity feeling increasingly less like himself as he was buried under countless personas. His brain was being flooded with her, maidly duties suppressing his roles as president, part-time jobs replaced with a full-time maid commitment, even a mother complex making him cum and shake as they filled his mind.
Miyuki was determined to fight, but it was already feeling like a waste to even try, the soft clothes giving his smooth skin a full-body serving of unending delights, his sensitive flesh far too responsive as Hayasaka grabbed him by the hands. She smirked as they crunched under her grip, crushing them like her favourite slime videos and nononono that wasn't his thought it was- it was- so much betterrrrrrrrrrrrrr~.
"Oops. Smile for the camera now sis~."
She pushed him down onto the bed, a dazed, happy expression forming on his face as he giggled to himself, the flash of her phone piercing deep into his psyche along with her words. It was something that was only made worse when Hayasaka shoved the photo in his face, the boy making a mess of his fluttery skirt as he drenched it with cum.
It seemed impossible that the dolled up, feminine girl in the photo was him, but his whiting out mind knew it was true, the realisation feeling like it was breaking his mind as he clutched it in confusion. He was screaming for mercy, but he simply wasn't getting it, a particularly intense buck even causing his spine to snap into a womanly curve.
"Oh dear. You made such a mess sis. I have so much to clean up~. See~? You got your masculinity everywhere~. How naughty of you~."
Her words were making it harder to hold on but with her actions, it was basically impossible, the boy continued to try the useless effort anyway, trying to keep hold of himself in the storm of changes. His clothes looked like a mess, something Hayasaka noticed, her eyes narrowing as she removed the outfit, the next one already ready for him.
"Well, it's certainly not fair for me to do all the work~. You should help out more sis~."
"AH~! MMMMMMMMM~!!!!!!!! NONONONO I-I DOHN'T WAHHHHHHHNTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!!!!!!!!!!! NOT YOUR S-SISTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR P-PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE KYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH TOO GOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He was being corrupted with her essence, and it felt nothing less than wonderful, his shrinking toes curling within the pantyhose they were being imprisoned within. Every argument was shattering under the pleasure, her little hums making his nipples tingle with need, the brushes of fabric making his thighs feel even more lacking, needs and wants that weren't his own making his mind stray further from its old form.
"P-PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE NO MOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE H-HAYASAKAAAAAAAAAAAAAA P-PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEA-GAH SHIT~!"
His begging pleas were being ignored by the girl, her natural professional expression chilling him to the bone as he shivered in nervous excitement, his mess of a brain unsure how to feel. The euphoria made the decision obvious, even if he was terrified, the waves of pure bliss washing over him all at once, his hips bursting beneath the new dress, the mass of his core draining like a plug had been pulled.
It was with a start he realised where it was going, the poor boy screaming and cumming hard as his thighs found themselves anything but flat, mass rushing in rapidly as Shirogane could barely keep himself standing on his slimming legs. The bigger they got, the more he could feel Hayasaka pounding her way into his mind, breaking his mental walls as she cleaned away his life like a stain, every little shake and twitch he made only made worse by the softness of the maid dress.
Wearing that was another blow to his psyche, it didn't make sense for a boy to wear an outfit like this, a girly, maid uniform, no Hayasaka wore that since she made sure everything was cleancleancleannnnnnnnnnnnn~!
"How rude of you sister. A good maid can't be speaking like that now can she? How am I expected to grant such a vulgarly worded request? You need to be more polite than that~."
Hayasaka's words were the closest thing to hope he had, Miyuki convulsing and wailing as his thighs squished together, their pure, jiggly forms bared against his cock, sending her essence pumping directly into his brain. He twitched, moaning for his mommy for a moment, unsure what was the real him, what persona in his head wasn't one made up for one of the various tasks needed at Kaguya's-
He broke out of the thoughts in panic, the last of him driving his instincts as he did his best to stay calm and act polite, starting with a little feminine spin as Hayasaka watched smugly.
"Ah, a little spin to start. Very good sis~."
Miyuki whimpered out a moan, cumming a little just from her words as he did his best to remain focused, most of his memories fully consumed in a cloud of Hayasaka's perfection as his body buzzed from pure bliss. He was forced to use his new instincts to know what to do, forced to follow the maid training that she'd gone through in the past, wait no that was the Hayasaka parts that wasn't him it wasn't nononono he was slipping he was- oh shit his balls were edging closer they were- they were going to-
SLURP
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!"
She fell to her knees, her entire body shivering from lust as her eyes spun, the intense bliss forcing her brain to accept her new gender as she felt the foreign emptiness beneath her cock. It didn't make sense, but it felt so right, Miyukasa realising just how little of her was left as she made a final plea for mercy.
It took all her willpower not to show just how turned on she was, the neutral expression coming far too naturally as she placed her tiny hands together, praying that her sis- Hayasaka would spare her before she was permanently Hayasakaed. She was forced to hide just how terrified she was of the maidly oblivion, knowing she couldn’t show weakness, lest she destroy any chance of being spared, her cock leaking clear fluids as she felt like a minority in her own head, her ass already tingling with bliss.
"P-please Hayasaka... please don’t d-do this... a-ah~. I d-don’t want to be a g-girl... just don’t t-take my cock away and make my brain all girly and c-cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeee~.”
”And then a cute begging pose. Almost effective~. A shame I hadn’t made this irreversible~. Oh well. Don’t worry sis. You're already enjoying this so much~. Don't lie to yourself~. So you're just going to love this~."
She screamed as her ass inflated against the bed, her resistance crumbling under her sister's words, the changes being irreversible making her shake as her brain was overrun completely. It happened too fast for her to fight it, her will crushed and squished like slime into the new her, Haysaka's body convulsing wildly as her sister stripped her clothes one more time.
"Time for another new look to finish you off sis~."
Her words made her gurgle, her thick ass bouncing with mass as her chest tingled, Hayasaka pinching her nipples as she threw on the school's short skirt, the soft fabric bearing down on her form while she squealed happily. It was forcing her chest to grow, inflating them into perky, jiggly tits, his eyes spinning as his nerves were flooded with unrivalled euphoria.
She loved it, the resistance in her head a distant memory as her cock throbbed and tented her fluttery skirt, the almost girl gasping in need until the wavy fabric tightened against it. She squealed, feeling her hard shaft being crushed away, the large manhood being packed into her tight pussy as she wriggled in delight, her movements only sending it deeper inside her.
That realisation only led to more desperate wriggling, determined to get more of her cock inside her where it belonged, spraying clear fluids all over her sheets, her loving sister helping it along with an intense little shove. That wasn't quite enough yet though, the jacket the finishing touch, tears forming in the new Hayasaka's eyes as her sister slipped it on, a moist pop signalling her completion.
She was left gasping, Hayasaka shivering from the orgasmic aftershocks flowing through her, the pleasure making her feel more refreshed than ever before, the girl never feeling better. Every last bit of her old life had been assimilated into perfect Hayasakaness, and she couldn't be happier, the girl striking a pose for her sister, with a teasing, dry remark.
"Ta-da~."
"Yep, you look perfect. No one will know you used to be Miyuki now. We just have to keep you like this until people calm down looking for you."
"Oh? But those companies are very stubborn, aren't they? Who knows when they will stop looking~? Wouldn't it be a shame if I have to be like this forever~?"
"Hmmmmm, I think you're right sis. That would be bad, but if it's to protect the president, I suppose we can't-"
"Hey, Miyuki? I think I left my... huh?"
Kei looked on in confusion as she entered the room, her mouth wide as she stared at the two identical girls, lost for words as the two blondes blinked in unison back at her. It was the two Hayasakas that broke the silence first, their professional nature allowing them to quickly adapt to the unpredicted element with maidly grace and efficiency, one of them already pulling out a spare outfit as they sighed in unison.
"Oh dear, we can't risk this getting out."
"Quite right, well I suppose one more body double wouldn't hurt~."
“W-wait! What are you- KYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Don’t worry Kei, you’ll make an excellent addition~. So please forgive us-nyan~! <3”
By the time she had regained her bearings, it was already too late, the two blondes upon her as they frantically stripped her of her clothes, forcing on a new girly uniform that flooded her insides with a strange, pleasant tingling that forced her to squeal. Something was washing through her and fast, filling her with arousal beyond anything she had ever experienced, her blue eyes sparkling as her lengthening eyelashes fluttered.
They were both stroking their body in ways that shouldn't have felt so wonderful, Kei blushing in shame as she came, only finding herself more scared in the moment of clarity that followed, screaming in terror as her curves cracked in deeper, her spine breaking inwards to become an even more prounced curve, gifting her with an even sexier figure.
”AHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOHIMGGGGGGG~!!!!!????? G-GET OFF ME YOU’RE MAKING ME FEEL ALL S-STRANGEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!”
Both of them were massaging her chest, the schoolgirl shirt tightly squeezing mass behind them, the poor girl forced to bear it all as she shrieked from delight. They felt like heaven growing against the soft fabric, surging past their past cup size into large D-cups in an instant.
”Why should we Kei~? Aren’t you enjoying yourself~? You shouldn’t be shy~. You and your brother are quite similar when it comes to overreacting~.
“And you both squeal just as much too~! It’s so funny~!"
Her words didn't make sense, the shade of her hair brightening into a more beautiful blonde, the same colour pouring into her mind as Kei shook her head in weak protest. She tried not to show just how much she was enjoying herself, the hints of pleasure still slipping past regardless as her brain spun into blonde bombshellness.
The idea that one of the girls changing her was her brother seemed ridiculous, but with what was happening to her she had no choice but to believe it, giving another eager squeal as the short shirt was pulled up to expose her midriff. Even that was getting sexier, filled with womanly charm as Kei felt less like herself under the weights of bliss, her core only getting more and more alluring as it was Hayasakaed.
"Q-QUIT IT~! A-AHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!!!!!! I D-DON'T LIKE THIS~!!!!!!!!!!!!! P-PLEASE NO MOREEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I-I CAN'TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!!!!!!! THIS FEELS TOO FUCKING AMAZINGGGGGGGG~!!!!!!!!!!!! N-NOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!"
Not even she was sure how she should be feeling, her brain rapidly switching between overwhelming panic and resistance to submissive acceptance, both Hayasakas smirking smugly at the sight as they eagerly led her along.
"Awwwwwwwwwwww don't be like that~. Don't worry about your brother~. You’ll enjoy being our sister much more~."
"Yeah, Kei~. All of this is just Shinomiya company policy~. You wouldn't say no to Kaguya would you~?"
"K-Kaguya... K-Kaguyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... s-serving K-Kaguya!? Oh f-fuckkkkkkkkkkkk that s-sounds... sounds so... W-WONDERFULLLLLLLLLLLLL~!!!!!!!!!!!"
She screamed in Hayasaka's voice as her desires were turned against her, fat suddenly rushing into her ass at once as it inflated like a balloon, squishing against her new short skirt as its size forced her hips further apart. Her mind was growing weaker as it was overtaken, unable to stop submitting itself to Kaguya's perfect maid, her growing thighs squishing together as every thought was converted.
In the end, the new Hayasaka barely lasted as long as her former brother, simply squealing as she eagerly joined the fold of perfection alongside her, her old life spurting free as she came all over the floor.
"H-Hayasaka... a-am H-Hahhhhhhhhhh... am meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... oh f-fuck yessssssssssssssssssssss... meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~."
Hayasaka giggled and gurgled as the aftershocks shot through her, every trace of Kei overwhelmed by a bubbly, outgoing, sexy persona, something that felt nothing less than perfect to her as she gave a teasing wink to her sisters.
"Hey hey~! That was so much fun sis~! Thanks for showing me and Miyuki just how great it is to be made perfect~!"
"Oh, I was more than happy to, sis~. We can't have any witnesses to this~. Info can leak so easily these days after all~. So it doesn't hurt to be careful~."
They all giggled at her words, both of the new Hayasakas filled with blissful delight from their new bodies, none of them wanting to change back as they ran their hands down their sexy curves. With the body doubles in place, it would be all too easy to fool the corporations that were searching for Miyuki and her, certain they could run circles around them now.
It was the perfect plan, but Hayasaka couldn't help but think it needed more to it; would three body doubles really be enough? It surely wouldn't hurt to have more... and she still had that perfume made ready in case Miyuki had refused to let her dress him too! Of course she was only being careful and using the resources available, it wasn't like people being turned into her turned her on or anything...
She giggled again at her own thoughts, smiling as a new plan fell into place in her mind, very much looking forward to what would come next...
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Iino shifted nervously, Ishigami leaning too close to her on their walk home, her lewd area tingling something fierce. Hayasaka had seemed different, giving her a knowing up front look when she told her how to get Ishigami much closer to her, the moral maiden blushing when she thought of how she had spritzed perfume down there right before Ishigami had entered. Apparently her flustered appearance had done the trick, her crush volunteering to walk her home without coercion as her heart beat loudly. God he was so close, h-his arm was brushing against hers, ohh~ sh-she felt so warm, so horny! It didn’t help that beneath her rights, her plain panties were sprouting lace, clutching tight to her clit as her thighs rubbed together as small slivers spread their appealing thickness.
“Um, this is your place right?”
Ishigami felt fidgety, feeling like all the relationship flags were being triggered, yet he was scared to take that extra step, Iino pausing as her left hand spread its pinky to rub at the throbbing need between her thighs, a singular pink nail painting blue as it grew longer. Her tights felt, well tighter, her petite figure continuing to swell as it only sent her outfit digging deeper into her slit, the need spurring her on as she suddenly gripped his hand.
“C-Come inside. To make sure no one’s inside. I told you about that stalker I saw the other day from afar.”
She was caught up in the excuse, neither noticing Ishigami’s right hand shrinking in her grip save for a few pleasant crunches, Ishigami already aroused as his pants gained a clear tent. Iino was definitely making some moves, she had to be, though there was her naive awkwardness that couldn’t be forgotten... Whatever it was, Ishigami felt distracted by how warm her body felt, especially as she kept swaying her hips against his, almost rubbing on the jut of his pelvis. It was certainly having an effect, her tights straining as Ishigami’s pants softened wherever she grinded her body.
Iino had rarely ever had a moment where she had lost control of herself, her need growing, the heat rising, a few silent pops raising her as it felt like her body was being drawn to Ishigami, a sudden forceful need having her push him onto the closest couch. Tiny rips began appearing in the tights, her hips wriggling as more and more skin bared itself, her crotch rubbing against Ishigami’s knee as his pants turned shiny and slick with her juices, blackening as the pinch of latex began tearing out gears in numb, arousing prickles.
Ishigami almost asked if he was dreaming, shocked at how forceful Iino was getting. It wasn’t like he didn’t expect it, but he knew her well enough to find this a bit out of character, especially the look in her eyes as she smirked, something hungry yet reserved lurking in the usually easy to read eyes. After some consideration he decided he didn’t care, not wanting to talk himself of losing his virginity as he dug his hands into her ass, his fingers dimpling in as the pressure slandered them, manicured pinching making Iinoka moan as strips of blonde faded into her chestnut hair, a tear forming over her ass cheeks as more of her tights looked like leggings as her thighs bared themselves. Happy to reciprocate, Iino giggled as she groped his own ass, Ishigami planning to tell her that’s not how that worked before a spark of sensation shivered through him, the muscle softening under her grip, swelling as both found more springy, tender plushness than they expected. There was a bit of a warble to Ishigami’s moans as Iino played with his swelling ass, her grip spreading his hips in a few winching pulls as his cock leaked precum, entirely encased now in black latex as the forming bodysuit spread to the bottom of his shirt, the layers merging together. Iinoka moaned as he teased her, giggling at the feel of latex, ready to convert him and fuck- err no that wasn’t what she- Her brief confusion was interrupted by a spank, confusion forgotten.
More than just her confusion seemed to be forgotten, her meekness dribbling from her slit and onto Ishigami’s latex, her tender pussy feeling his thighs swell against it, the plush fat squishy and malleable, like her favorite slime vide- No she used mantras, the repetition of those videos so squishy and calming and oddly arousing to her, Ishigami’s rising thighs an amazing replacement as she felt them in their black latex squeeze against her clit, growing more fun to play with as her blue manicure dug into thickening flesh. God that look on his face of bliss, his ignorance to what was happening, it was so hooot~ especially since he had made fun of her romance skills befo- Rrgh when was that? He usually made fun of her- An iris popped blue, one of Ishigami’s thrusts sending his latex clad crotch against her, Iinoska no longer concerned with the odd thoughts, just enjoying her fantasy of coming true, of being Haya- being with Ishigamika.
Ishigami was still ignorant to most of it, his gyarued hands too occupied with pleasuring Iino, his shifting lower half covered by Iino’s body as he basked in her thighs, never imagining it would feel this good, not aware it was the growing bulk of his own rubbing up and down his shaft. His toes flexed in pleasure, his cock throbbing as he tried his best to hold back, not wanting to bust before having it stuck inside her-
“H-HNNGGHHhhhhhhhh...”
That thought wasn’t right, yet he couldn’t get rid of that thought of something driving inside him, parting him roughly, his hips grinding faster as a bead of hollowness rubbed against his crotch from the inside. All his toes were decked in blue and trapped in latex, his legs curving as Iinosaka corrupted them, her tights splitting open as her hips gave a final swell, Ishigami moaning as her petite chest rubbed against his. It was such an amazing view, his cheeks flushed red, hints of stubble prickling away as their lips touched, his concentration only broken when her breasts surged out.
Iinasaka was making the lewdest noises Ishigami had ever heard, her growing breasts pressing tight to her uniform, a racy set of panties peaking as wet streams of cum ran down her thighs. He was mesmerized and horrified, watching her shifting features, one eye blue as the eyebrow turned blonde, her lips plumping as she kissed him roughly. His own lips tingled, arousal growing as he could feel his lips plumping in return, growing shockingly sensitive as a thought to give in warmly encompassed his thoughts before he suddenly pushed her back, scared at what was happening.
“Wh-Whats wrong Ishigami? I-I love, mmm~ l-looove...”
Now that there was some distance he could recognize her shifting face, her voice moaning as more growth made her breasts sag slightly, her uniform shifting to fit her maturing body as she gripped her temple with sparkly blue fingers, drooling and trying to think of something before Ishigami confusedly asked, “H-Hayasaka?”
Iyasaka’s eyes widened at the name, a hush of warm release pouring out as she squealed, her remaining eye turning blue as her breasts swelled to their final size.
“I-I LOOOOVE HAYASAAAAAKAAAA! HAYA HAYA- AHHHHHH~!”
Her thrashing body crunched as her height grew, her curves more apparent as her knee found purchase atop Ishigami’s groin. His face tightened, the left half of his face throbbing, any pain he expected replaced with hot flashes of ecstasy as he felt his left ball squirm and squeeze inwards, his moans tortured and desperate as Ayasaka’s thrashing drove it deeper with every shift. It was melting, melding, squeezing down a hot chute it couldn’t fit through, blonde strands erupting from his scalp as blue filled the left iris, his body giving a hard, lusty jerk as the testicle squished inside to a gooey mess, his hips filling with heat as his cum gushed out his cock. As he screamed, the former Iino finished cumming, sighing as she glanced at her submissive little victim.
Ishigami was losing it, moaning and screaming as his hands scrabbled at the new hole where his ball had been, his arms squeaking ineffectively. He thought he had cum, but the latex was too tight, sealing his cock, making it unable to release as his clothing finished its assimilation into a skintight black bodysuit, though the body it was meant for was missing smaller than his. Hot surges of something were throbbing from the wet hole near his tortured erection, Ishikasa feeling it pool under his left nipple, his left side curving inwards as the flesh above swelled outwards in ecstatic shocks of need. It was torture, his Adam’s apple half collapsed, his remaining ball beginning to shrink under the taut squeeze of latex, shivers running up and down his spine as he could feel it trying to arch. Worse, he could feel a part of his mind loving this, that part growing as it delighted in his resistance, Ishigaka realizing he was turned on by his horror.
The new Hayasaka tutted, draping herself over him seductively as she began circling his groin with her left hand, her right teasing the surging breast as she watched his eyes roll up, flecks of blue popping into the other one.
“When I was that meek girl before I’d never have the courage to go this far, but even if she was more incompetent than me, she wanted you to understand every INCH of her.”
At that word Hayasaka stuffed a finger into his tiny slit, wiggling latex inside as with a screech, Ishasaka felt his remaining ball pull itself inside, desperate to join its twin, to bathe his innards in estrogen as Hayasaka’s hungry mouth nibbles on his features, adjusting them to a mirror match.
“Don’t you want to be perfect like me... Hayasaka?”
Saying her name slammed his psyche, his interest and hobbies swelling in his cock, the flesh of his shaft feeling mushy and moldable as his other nipple rose, Hayasaka’s hand now pushing down on his shaft.
Iyasaka screamed, bucking as her cock melted, her thighs clenching around the slimy shaft as it pounded into her forming pussy. Hayasaka made sure to silence her screams with her own lips, peppering in mainly talks of how good it was to serve, to be clean, to be a Hayasaka, watching the identity fade from his tearing eyes as the lump in the suit flattened. Cum was finally releasing, squirting down her thighs, soaking her I. The feeling of feminine orgasms as her sperm melted into clear, clean fluids. Hayasaka nibbled on her almost twin’s ear as her thumb played with the nub of a cock she had left, whispering into her ear, “Now remind me who are you again?”
There was a short pause, manicured nails pounding against her temple, hard nipples outlined in the latex as she felt the nub try to harden against her touch.
“Nngh f-fuuuck I-I’m-“
Rolling her eyes, Hayasaka stabbed down with her thumb, feeling the muscle part like warm butter as she jabbed fingers into her twin’s latex clad pussy, the last of Ishigami gushing out as she screamed out, “ HAAAAAYAAAASAAAAKAAAAA~!”
Moaning the two twins continued some fun, exploring their new bodies as in their twisting and turning they forgot who they had been, not caring much as being Hayasaka was already reward enough. As they lay there panting, basking in each other’s presence, they gave a smirk before wondering out loud.
“Now, who’s next?”
