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Devil May Cry Yoga 1 (Vergil TG)
🕑 Added 2021-08-25 22:00:04 +0000 UTCVergil huffed as he haggardly walked down the alleyway. He had found a cloak to keep most of the light off his body and hide his crumbling form. The sun’s rays felt like he was right up against a furnace and as if someone had been scratching his eyes and even now he struggled to keep them open. The memories of his past coming forward, despite focusing intently on his goal.
For years he had been trapped in the Demon World, serving as Mundus’s attack dog, until the Demon Lord was defeated by Dante. After the Demon King’s defeat, he was able to cleanse himself of Mundus’s influence and regain control over himself. It galled him that he had to be saved Dante after their final battle and that he was able to succeed where had failed. Even so, there were many demons of all kinds that had come for him, to seek revenge for what his father had done ages ago.
It had been one bloody battle after another, suffering defeat after defeat against foes that he would have been able to best easily if he was at his full strength, and forced to run away from to survive. It wasn’t until he was finally able to escape through a Hell Gate back to the human world that he had gained a moment’s rest. He had almost died going through the portal and it had cost him much of his power. His only chance of recovering and defeating Dante was with his prized sword Yamato. During his captivity, he had learned that it possessed the ability to separate the human and demonic aspects of himself.
If he retrieved his favored weapon, then he would be able to separate his human side that had been holding him back all these years. He would be able to fully access his demonic power without any inhibitions. Then he would finally be able to surpass his brother.
Vergil could feel Yamato. It was closer than he had thought, but to his tired mind and body, it might as well have been countries away. It had been so long since he had held the weapon his father had bequeathed him that he almost forgot what it felt like. He longed to feel the wrap of the blade in his hand. The weight of it as he swung it down. He needed to have his power back. Mundus had broken his sword during their fight and had sent his blade into a Human World, mocking him, telling how he didn’t need such a tool. It was painful to see what his father had given him thrown away like an afterthought.
The Cambion heard something moving and used senses to see if it really was more beings from the Demon World, and much to his exasperation they were. He heard claws dragging along the ground and hissing. It was getting closer and he knew even without looking at the source what it was.
Vergil growled and balled his hands into a fist. He had hoped that he would be able to avoid combat until he had at least retrieved Yamato, but now it was currently unavoidable. Still, he might be weakened, but he wasn’t helpless. The reptilian demons landed in front of him. Their long tongues slithered out as they stared them down, and in his mind’s eye,, he could see that they were grinning. No doubt, thinking that he was easy prey. He would show them what happens when one underestimates a son of Sparda. He growled as he moved into stance. He grimaced as he could feel the pain build up in his body, but ignored it as best he could. He had to make this quick and be careful, or else they actually might kill him.
The Riots charged forward, one charging toward him and the others coming at his side and he waited patiently. With the condition that his body was in he had to make every move count. His fighting style favored precision, but without Yamato, he would have to get a little creative.
Vergil teleported to the side of the one charging toward him and grabbed the leader’s neck. He spun around and used it as a shield, blocking the other demon’s blows. The demon he was holding yowled as the claws of its companions tore through its body and he tossed the remainder of its companion at another. He turned to the other and gnashed his teeth as he was barely able to summon a spectral blue sword that soared to the demon and pierced its neck.
The remaining Riot threw off the corpse of its companion and charged at him. It moved to his side and he sloppily dodged the blow. He stumbled, almost falling on his side. He regained his stance and lunged forward and slammed his fist into its head, breaking it like a water balloon.
He turned his head and groaned as he saw more Riots appear. Just what he needed. More demons to kill. After all that he had been through, he wondered why couldn’t get a break.
The demons kept running around him, trying to keep him off balance. He might have been tired, but he could keep track of them and because of that, he could best them. They would either move in all at once or come at him from a multitude of directions to force him to block one only to be attacked from behind. He readied himself for one large bust of power that would go one of two ways. It was the former he should be able to kill them, or at the very least most if he timed it right. If it was the latter, he should be able to get them just as easily. He patiently waited to see what they would do, showing no sign of his plans.
They surrounded him and moved into dogpile him. He summoned a ring of blades around him that cut through them with ease. Their limbs were severed and vital parts of their bodies, like their heads, necks, and hearts were cut. They fell onto the ground and noticed that out of all the demons there was only one left.
He stared it down, waiting to see if it was smart enough to know that even in his weakened state, he was more than capable of killing it, or if it would try to kill him out of some misplaced sense of brotherhood with its late pack. It moved forward, dragging its claws on the ground. He sighed. If he was honest, he would have been content to simply let it go. Only for the fact that it would help conserve what little power he had left.
The last one leaped at him with its claws raised and Vergil leaned back to avoid the blow and knocked it up in the air with a devastating uppercut. He teleported up after it and slammed his fist down on top of it. The two fell to the ground like a meteor and the moment they hit the ground, the demon vanished and dissipated in a pool of black miasma as large spider web-like cracks formed on the ground.
Vergil breathed heavily as he stood up shakily stood straight with a frown. This would have been nothing to him before. If he had Yamato and his body was healed he would have been able to deal with all of them easily. He would not have struggled at all. His hand started to shake. He had to get to Yamato fast. He moved to step forward and almost toppled over as a cold wave formed over his body. He was barely able to take a knee in time and stop himself from hitting the ground.
“No…,” Vergil moaned tiredly as stars formed in his vision. “I have to…keep going.”
The half-devil groaned as he tried to stand up. He barely managed to get up before his legs gave out underneath him. He tried to push himself up, but he couldn’t even lift his upper body off the ground. His eyes started to get heavy and the Dark Slayer desperately tried to fight the wave of tiredness that had come over him. Pools of darkness started to cloud his vision. He faintly heard something walking toward him. He turned his head, his jaw scraping against the stone road, but not feeling it. The last thing he saw was a pair of human legs before he finally fell unconscious.
Vergil’s eyes fluttered open and were surprised to feel that he was placed on a black plastic mat instead of hardstone. He could feel cold airbrush over his body and knew that he was inside a building instead of somewhere outside. He moved to push himself off the ground with surprising ease but stopped when he saw his arm.
“What?” Vergil gasped in surprise when he saw his arm. His skin had regained its normal fair color and the cracks that lined his body were gone. It wasn’t just cosmetic, he felt better than he had ever since he had escaped from the Demon World. The cold touch of death seemed farther away than it had in a long time. He opened and closed his hands and smirked. The time that he had to find his sword was inconsequential now that he was fully healed and could retrieve it at his leisure, still, he would retrieve what was rightfully his as soon as possible.
He could only conclude that it could only be in the hands of someone who truly did not understand the power that it possessed. Most likely, a foolish human who had found it, and put it on display, his cherished sword collecting dust since, or even worse Dante. If his brother was the one holding onto it, he could imagine what he might have done to and prayed that he wasn’t the one who had it. Knowing him, his sibling might have been using it to cut pizza to spite him.
The thought made him frown heavily and notice something was off with his clothes. He looked down and saw that his mysterious savor had changed his outfit. Gone was the black cloak that he had worn along with black pants and coat. Instead, they were replaced with a set of blue spandex yoga pants with a black leotard over them, that uncomfortably rode up the crotch and his behind. He wore a set of black legwarmers and white sneakers.
Vergil growled in rage and embarrassment. If this was a prank then he was going to show them what happens when one messes with the Dark Slayer, though he wouldn’t kill them. Despite this humiliation, they had somehow healed him of his wounds and restored some of his strength. He was grateful for that at least. Still he would feel much better when he had Yamato. Then he would finally be able to reach the power that he needed.
“Oh, you’re awake!” A man said cheerfully.
Vergil turned ready to strike as he got into a boxing pose. He saw a man that looked to be in his early or mid-thirties. He wore a black muscle shirt and matching shorts. He noticed a few rings on his fingers but didn’t notice any signs of demonic power coming from him.
“Are you responsible for this?” Vergil demanded, his voice sounding strong for the first time in a long time. It was honestly nice to hear. Whenever he mocked his opponents and talked with those in the Demon World his voice had been hoarse, scratchy. It had been a challenge to find edible food and drink there.
He did not sense any demonic power from the man, or any magic, but that did nothing to alleviate his suspicions. He had underestimated Arkham years ago and it had led to that man using him as a tool and gaining his father’s power. He would not make that same mistake again. For all he knew, this stranger was concealing his true power through some means.
“Yeah I saw your brawl with those monsters, and you pass out on the ground afterward,” the human answered. “I picked you up and took you back here and healed you up. I had to get rid of your old clothes My name’s Jason by the way.”
Vergil narrowed his eyes. So he was the one that healed him despite seemingly having no magic power. He was a little miffed that he had destroyed his belongings but considering their condition it might have been for the best to get less suspicion. He might have told him his name but gave him no idea of his true abilities.
“I will be taking my leave now,” Vergil said as he moved to leave, mainly to see how the man would react. If he reacted violently then the supposed human might tip his hand and reveal something about himself. He had little doubt that the human, if he really one, was that had plans for something else. Humanity might have those that were more than the rest of their kind, but they were far and few between those that had the will to stand against monsters.
“Nah, you’ll be staying around for a little bit,” the man said.
Vergil’s legs froze. He narrowed his eyes and moved to bring forth a summon sword to launch at the man, but none came. He raised his arm, a motion that he had done before when he was learning to harness his powers. When he had sharpened his skills to the point that he didn’t need to do so anymore, but still could do so if he needed to make a weapon. To his dismay, a weapon still had not formed.
“Yeah you think I would heal you up, but still let you have access to your powers? Your a stranger and who knows what would you do to me,” Jason asked sarcastically. He removed one of his rings and suddenly could feel the blonde exude a strong magical presence.
Vergil’s legs moved on their own back to the mat that he had woke up on, much to his confusion. He tried to move his legs, but all he could do was move his hips. He found that he still had free reign to move his upper body as he pleased, but considering how he could not summon his power, and the fact that he was out of reach brought little comfort. It fueled his rage and he glared at the miserable wretch.
“When this is over, you are going to die,” Vergil spat. He was already imagining the multitude of ways that he could make that fool regret toying with him. The idea of using him as an actual pincushion for target practice was growing more tempting by the second. Still, he could not deny the appeal that beating him with his limbs and shoving them through his body sounded appealing as well, even if he normally didn’t use such measure.
Jason condescendingly smiled at him and said, “We’ll see. Either way, my next class will be starting soon. Hope that you enjoy your first session.”
Vergil wondered what he meant by class. He looked around the room, analyzing all that he could survey. With a wide-open room like this and the way that Jason was dressed it had to be physical, likely related to exercise. A front to hide whatever his true activities were most likely. There wasn’t any sign of any physical equipment, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be a martial arts course. There was also his attire to consider as well. The outfit that had been put on him was an older style, but he still recognized the model from the movies that he had seen as a child.
He heard the door open and strained his head to see people enter the room. All of them were older women, who looked to be around their thirties, with a few being in their twenties, along with a few in their early forties. He didn’t feel any demonic power from them but could feel some magic wrap around them. He expected to hear comments on his appearance and the attire but they paid him no mind as they set up. A few of them talked to each other in a friendly manner about multitudes of topics, like their families, plans, and work. He quickly deduced the magic that must be affecting them must make it so that they accept whatever oddities that they see, or possibly keep him out of their view.
Something that he wasn’t sure how to feel. On one hand, it avoided the humiliation that he would have gained, but also possibly removed an avenue that he could have used. Still, it would be best to see if he could talk to them. He reached over to the women at his sides, hoping to get their attention, but they were just out of reach. If they could move just a little closer, then he could hopefully get their help.
Music started to enter the room and he stopped. Vergil listened to the music and frowned at dubstep music. He doubted that even his brother would like it. He turned back to the front when he heard Jason clear his throat. The sorcerer puffed his chest and exclaimed exuberantly. “Alright, ladies thank you all for coming! It warms my heart to see so many familiar faces!”
The crowd cheerfully returned the cheer he had, much to Vergil’s ire. He wanted nothing more than to crush the fool like the worm he truly was. If the woman left they would be spared if they didn’t try anything. There wasn’t anything to gained from killing them. The only bright side he could think of was that the very least when he was no longer in such a desperate state and would be much easier to retrieve Yamato. At the very least Dante wasn’t here. He would no doubt have some snark about this whole situation and would never let him hear the end of it.
“Let’s start simple everyone and raise your arms and hold them out to your side for a moment,” Jason said as he raised his arms, and the women followed his example. Vergil unwillingly raised his own, as if someone had forced them.
Vergil glared at the man as he tried to force them down with all the strength and will that he could muster, only for them to remain raised. An ugly snarl crossed his face as a low growl left his mouth. This reminded him far too much of his time after his fight with Mundus. The Demon King would taunt him, and remind him that he was little more than a drone now meant to serve him as an attack dog. To be under the control again, especially to a wretch like this was nauseating.
Vergil growled as he could feel his body change and forced his face to go blank as his arms felt off. He looked at his arm and his eyes widened when he saw that his hands were changing, staring with his nails. He could see his nails becoming cleaner as the blood, sulfur, and brimstone that was buried underneath started to vanish. The change traveled down the rest of his hands. His digits narrowed and took on a more feminine appeal as they started to feel like someone was scratching. He could feel the hair on his hands, along with the calluses from years of training, and scarring from fighting demonic monsters disappearing. His palms changed to match the change to his fingers and looked more appropriately. He had small dainty womanly hands that looked almost like his mother’s. The changes spread up his arms as the hair that lined his biceps and forearms started to disappear as if someone was shaving them off. He couldn’t see a speck of them left. The feeling of something scratching against him stopped and as he looked at his limbs and saw that at first glance they looked like his mother’s. They were a little more muscular than hers but still maintained the feminine grace that’s she had. His shoulders started to creek inward, losing their width and giving his torso a more rounded appearance.
He did everything that he could to keep his face blank and was mostly successful. Throughout the changes, he let out small twitches and grunts mostly, but his temper was rising. He wanted to give that man as little amusement from his situation as possible. He looked at the man and noticed that the man’s eyes were resting on him a moment longer than they should for the class. The man’s smile grew at the sight of him, eliciting a feral growl from the man.
All intentions of hiding his feelings on what was happening to him had vanished as he openly glared at the human, radiating killing intent. If there were any demons in the room they would have been smart enough to learn not to come in or try anything and was forced to do the next exercises that he wanted.
A light sweat covered his body as he had to put in some effort to do the should-be menial and trivial exercises. This should have been nothing for a half-breed like him and yet his legs burned. He had fought hordes of demons, and many Devils over the years that had been nothing more than a mere annoyance. It was galling that something like this was pushing his body when he had faced much worse odds that didn’t even make him break a sweat.
His thighs felt like someone was rubbing their hands all over them, feeling the muscle that was in his legs. He could feel them swell in size, despite the changes that were wracking his body. Sparks of pleasure went through him as the stretching fabric of his pants felt as if someone was teasing him, making his lower body shudder in aroused glee. When the changes stopped, she had huge thick thighs that were filled with delicious fat and slim muscle that was hidden in them and gave a perfect idea of what his future body was going to look like.
The change spread down his legs as the muscle started to slim down to match. His toes cracked as they started to shrink down into small feminine toes. The rest of his feet started to shrink and followed their example. For a moment it felt like her shoes were too large until she could feel them start getting as tight as they were before.
“If you are worried about your looks don’t worry, they’re only going to get better,” Jason remarked from where he stood.
“You should be more worried for yourself,” Vergil snarled, glaring at the man as he continued the exercise as a warm feeling went through him. The way his body reacted from the exercise was pleasant, almost comforting, but he knew better than to get comfortable. Not with the rest of the transformation that was happening to his body.
A popping sound came from his body as a grinding sensation erupted from his hips as if someone was rubbing a sharp stone against them. The man winced and looked down as best he could to observe the change and watch in disgusted fascination as his hips grew. They widened as if the extra fat and muscle were being ground away. A delicious curve that would have been appealing on a woman formed and continued to grow more prominent. He wanted to reach and touch them to see for himself if they felt any different. On some instinctive level, he knew that they were exactly the same, but couldn’t process it. The growth came to an end and he had huge wide hips that could only have belonged to a curvaceous woman.
The half-breed eyed his new hips with a distasteful look as if he had just taken a drink from a foul mixture. He looked over at Jason who was still in the same pose that he had been at the start. His eyes roamed over the room and when they landed on Vergil a small smile graced his face. Again the foreign sensation came over him that he wasn’t used to, making him gulp and look away. He looked again at how warm he was.
“Just relax and enjoy yourself,” Jason said, his eyes focused on all of the class as if he was speaking to them all. “Let the warmth from your body grow and give into it.”
Vergil growled, knowing instinctively that those words for him. Despite how good he felt, he would not let them take over his mind and change him. Even if he felt like he could fall asleep and it felt so good. He shook his head. He was a Son of Sparda, he would not let a feeble trick like this change him. No matter how good it was.
The half-breed could feel his face start to ripple as the power that was causing this transformation settled on his nose. A warm feeling spread throughout the rest of his face and he winced as the changes began. His cheeks moved wider until his face felt rounded and was in a heart shape. He could feel his lips grow larger as the sensation of someone putting oil on them increased. A pecking sensation encompassed his brow as he could feel his eyebrows grow smaller, as the reverse happened with his eyelashes and they grew larger. The sensation quickly passed and he rolled his jaw, his face feeling foreign and off.
“You truly are a beauty, a 12 out of 10 knock ou,” Jason commented.
Vergil’s anger abated for a moment at the words and then completely vanished when he saw his reflection in the mirror. He could only stare at his altered face in shock, he looked so much like his mother. Memories came forth of happier times back in his youth, like one birthday where he and his family were celebrating his and Dante’s birthday and the two of them fought over who would get the chocolate ice cream. The way she talked to them both and set them up with it.
Another feeling that he was familiar with bubbled forth as if it was coming from the heat from the changes but knew that it wasn’t the case and one he was intimately familiar with, pride. He knew that he was a catch, or at least would be. With the feminine cheeks and smooth fair skin, he was bound to get the attention that he rightfully deserved. He stood out as the pinnacle of feminine beauty and envied by women everywhere, that wished they had a fraction of his looks, even at his age.
He was brought out of those memories when his body started moving of its own accord again. The anger returned and he snarled as he was forced to do this mongrel’s exercises. He tried to resist doing them with all his and launch himself forward to grab Jason’s throat so he could rip it out, but still couldn’t move despite his best efforts. Oh, how he wanted to move forward and slam his fist into that wretch’s head and end his existence.
He grunted as he felt the belt around his waist tighten. He couldn’t see the belt, but he could hear it moving closer. His eye twitched as it continued to tighten and he could feel his waist giving in under it as if the belt was a corset. The Dark Slayer hissed as he could feel his inside move and parts of his muscle softening and moving up and down his body, adding a slight layer of fat to his hips and chest. He sighed when it finally stopped and was left with a thin waist that could never belong to a man and the reflection in the mirror only confirmed it. When he moved, he could tell that his core was smooth as a board with power hidden underneath.
“Alright everyone now we’re going to do our next exercise,” Jason instructed. “Stand with your legs wide apart. Now everyone shift your weight to the left and allow your left knee to bend until it is over your left foot. You should feel the stretch in your right groin. Keep your feet on the ground facing forward and we’re going to hold that pose for 20 to 30 seconds. Now then we’re going to repeat the stretch on the opposite side, and we’re going to repeat the stretch each time.”
The class did as he was told and Vergil did as well. A burn erupted from Vergil’s muscle and a pull in between his legs and quickly deduced what was about to happen to him. As the feeling grew, he started to sweat a little as he could feel the panic that he tried so hard to suppress within grow. All this time, he had done everything that he could to maintain the powerful appearance that he maintained despite the situation, but this feeling of helplessness only grew. The warmth between his legs grew and he could feel his second sword rise in pleasure. He was surprised to feel that he was enjoying this part of the transformation as the sucking feeling was accompanied by a soft hand running over them in a teasing manner.
“Alright, everyone get into a seated position and then bend your knees. Bring the soles of the feet together. Hold your feet with your hands and rest your elbows on your knees. Let your knees fall to the ground and keep your back straight. Put gentle pressure on your inner thigh by pressing gently on the knees with the elbows. You should feel a gentle pulling and tension in the groin region. Do not bounce in your seat. Just like last time we are going to hold the stretch for 20 to 30 seconds.”
Vergil moved into the position described to him and copied Jason and the rest of the women in the room. He grunted as the burn returned and looked down. He growled as he shivered in his seat, bouncing around as if he might topple over.
“You need to focus on keeping your balance, Ms. Valerie,” Jason admonished, looking straight at Vergil with the same cocksure smirk.
“Silence you wretch!” Vergil snapped. He had done exercises far more intense and demanding to perfect his balance than this.
Again none of the women in the room reacted, while Jason only let out a small chuckle. The laugh from his mouth made his heart flutter as and he enjoyed the way it sounded. He stomped that infatuation in his mind down with all the ferocity that he had for Dante or Mundus. There was no way that he was enjoying anything about this cretin’s work.
“Alright lady’s time for the next one,” Jason announced. “Let’s all stand back up with your feet wide apart, toes pointing outwards. Squat down slowly until your knees are directly over your ankles. Place your hands on top of your inner thighs and slowly push outward to open your hips. You will feel a stretch in the groin muscles in both legs. Again we are going to hold this pose for 20 to 30 seconds, and then take a small break and redo it a few times.”
Vergil did as he was told and breathed heavily. It was strange to think that he might no longer have what made him a man, but it was nothing compared to the unfathomable rage that he felt right now. Unlike before he wasn't able to examine the changes that were happening to him. If he was able to see what was going on, but he could still feel it. With how well the pants conformed to his body he was able to feel where everything he was wearing was going. He could feel his balls rise and he shivered, trying to fight the pleasing feelings that erupted from them. He shot a nasty look at the man who didn’t seem at all fazed by the look, as if it was coming from a pouting child or small puppy.
The Dark Slayer heard a welching sound as a sharp pull formed between his legs, making him gasp. His eyes widened as he felt one of his balls were sucked into him and he let out a loud moan. He could feel his shaft being sucked on and couldn’t help but be reminded of that one night in his youth back in Fortuna that he shared with that woman. The way that his body had lit up back then was so similar and pleasing as back then that he couldn’t help but smile in arousal.
His addled mind couldn’t tell which was worse. His time during Nelo Angelo he was forced into that damned armor, or what was happening to him now. He did not doubt that the last remaining bit of his sword would retreat into his body shortly, much to his ire. He breathed out and tried to fight the feelings that were coming over him. The same dazzling warmth that made him feel so good as if he was having a wild ride in the sheets with a woman. It grew and a smile came over his face, that he struggled to put down. It was an enemy, one that he needed to beat, mentally. Though it was getting harder to resist the arousal and pleasant warmth that went through him as the change. His eye twitched despite it already being closed.
The feeling grew and his toes curled as his shaft got even smaller. He focused on his breath, but even so it continued to get worse. The cambion was intimately aware of the shrinkage. He could only guess at how much of it was and with the pleasure fogging his mind it was getting harder by the second. He gasped as it was finally gone and felt the spandex cling to his, or rather her new private parts that would have been visible it wasn’t for the leotard.
Vergil shook her head as the pleasure that she felt passed. Her mouth dropped slightly at the loss of her manhood. As she realized an important fact in her thought process. The former man could not change what gender she thought of herself. She tried a variety of sentences in her head, and every time that it concerned herself, she would always refer to herself as a woman.
She forced herself to glare at the instructor and keep the panic off her face. She would not give this vermin the pleasure of seeing her squirm and beg for him to stop. She felt the muscles in her neck start twitching and convulsing as she did everything that she could to not show this peon just how much the changes unnerved her. She gasped as the feeling of the sudden pressure on her disappeared. She breathed out and felt as if something was missing her throat, she said. “What is this?”
The voice that left her mouth was higher and has a husky tone to it that couldn’t help but be called seductive. It reminded him of women who relied on their sex appeal to get something from foolish men that have visited the bars. He had been on the receiving end multiple times but refused their advances.
“You sound so cute,” Jason commented, getting a faint blush as her face warmed.
The former man shimmied in her set, slightly embarrassed about the attention she was getting now. She couldn’t believe he was being so brazen in front of everyone, but she wasn’t sad. No, the fact he was openly talking to her showed just how much he adored her.
A small squeak escaped her throat as it felt like someone was giving her a purple nurple. Her nipples started to harden and poke through her outfit. She could feel them growing larger and the areola expanding as well to compensate. The rest of her pecs followed her nipples and started to grow larger and grow into small mosquito-sized breasts that were quickly growing larger.
“Alright hold that pose ladies!” Jason ordered.
She bit her lips as Jason started walking around the room. Her desire welled up within her as she studied his biceps. She intently watched as he helped a few of the women around the room. She imagined it was her next to him, her stance being adjusted to properly perform the exercise. She squealed when he came over to her with a warm smile, and she couldn’t help but return it. She purposely lowered her arms a little and loosened her stance to make it wrong, and immediately felt that it was. Her smile grew when he placed himself right next to her, and his hands brushed against her arms.
“You need a little adjusting in your stance, Valerie,” Jason gently said as placed his hands under her armpits, his fingers pressing down on her developing boobs. His fingers lingered on her growing bust, much to her glee. Her breasts pushed against his fingers.
The new woman giggled lightly in glee, not even caring about the name change. She would let him call her whatever he wanted to if it would get him closer to her. She loved the way her breasts were growing in his hands. They reached a point where they were the size of eggs and continued to grow into the size of baseballs.
She panted lightly as the rest of the world faded away. The pleasure from her growing bust lines and his hands massaging them clouding her mind and making it so only her and Jason. She wanted him to go faster, to play with her body as he saw fit. She looked down and moaned as she saw her breasts were starting to slow down, right when they blocked her vision of her lower body. When they finally stopped growing, they were a large E-cup, ripe with only a slight hint of sag to them.
Valerie squealed at the sight of her large breasts. Now she felt like she could compete with the girls in the class. She looked around and smirked when she realized that she was the largest one in the room when it came to tits. That was only fitting considering who she was. There was no way that normal women would be able to compare with her. She was after all a daughter of Sparda.
The way that her body moved as he helped her go into the new stance made her bust bounce slightly, and she savored that it did. However the more she leaned forward, the more she realized that she had to put more effort than she would have liked to make sure that she remained upright. She frowned and quickly concluded that there was an imbalance with her new body.
She might have been happy that she had a large set of breasts to get his attention, she would have loved to have a larger behind. She had more than enough for him to stare at the front with her beautiful face and large breasts. She had everything that a woman could want up front, but her backside was sorely lacking. It was easily plain to imagine in these clothes and she didn’t want to do anything that would make her show her butt to him, as if she had sat down on a bar of chocolate.
She snuck a look at the girl in front of her and frowned when she saw her full behind wiggle. She moved her lower body and frowned; she didn’t feel anything that indicated it moved. There was no wiggle, no movement that continued when she stopped. It was boring, flat, just existing. The thought of her out with Jason, having a fun time out on a date made her heart blossom. She could already imagine what it would be like.
Valerie looked at Jason as he went down the line and saw the way he eyed the bodacious girls in the class. She wanted to call out and get his attention, but that would be disruptive to the class. She wanted to please him, and she knew that she could do so with the front of her body. He came to her again and she felt his breath tickle her ear and noticed that he leaned a little closer than he needed to.
“You shouldn’t frown,” Jason whispered. “A beauty like you should take pride in her appearance, no matter what other women may look like.”
Valerie stood up a little straighter. She did take pride in her appearance. In who she was. She was the daughter of Sparda. She was the pinnacle of what a beautiful woman should be, despite having nothing when it comes to ass. She felt her confidence return as she clenched her cheeks together. She wanted to please the man of her desires and would do so with her butt. It might not have been much, but maybe he would probably enjoy it nonetheless. After all, she was still a beautiful woman with a curvy figure, even if she did have a flat behind.
She started to push her dull flat behind against his crotch, feeling his large member against it. She knew that with a small butt like this he wouldn’t be attracted to it, but she wanted the feeling of his body against her’s. As she pulled her boring buttocks back, she noticed that there was a little more movement to her posterior than there should have been. She sashayed her hips and squealed when she realized that her boring butt had a little more wiggle than it did before.
“How?” She wondered aloud happily. She wasn’t complaining and wished that there was more for her to shake.
“Does it matter?” Jason chuckled as he pressed his lower body against her ass, his hardwood against her cheeks.
She felt it grow a little more and giggled gleefully in realization. If she had to keep rubbing against Jason to be thicker than the rest of these girls, then she was more than willing to slam it against him as much as she had a perfect booty. She could already imagine its perfection and how much Jason would love to have his hands on it, how it would make the rest of the girls jealous.
Valerie cheerfully slammed her behind against his waist and with every slam against his throbbing erection she could feel her butt gain more padding. It grew more and more, and the more her butt rippled the more her glee did as well. Her pants grew tighter as the leotard started to press tighter against her body. She could feel the leotard slip between her ass cheeks and had to stop from laughing aloud. The thought of all those women trying to steal Jason’s attention only to bat them away with her behind was amusing. Her bottom cheeks finally stopped growing when she could no longer pull her behind away from him. Her ass was so massive that she could her butt back as much as she wants, but it would still connect with his crotch.
“Perfect,” Jason sighed, his breath tickling her neck. He moved away, and she felt her firm, supple behind bounce with surprising firmness.
Valerie frowned as she watched him move onto a woman across from her. She was a little disappointed that he had to leave her but understood that he had to take care of the rest of the class. She could catch him later when everyone was gone. Then the two of them could have some real fun. She rolled her hips and smiled as she continued to follow the exercises that he instructed. The thought of what they would do later flooded her mind throughout the course.
Throughout the class, she paid acute attention to how the fabric of her pants rubbed her behind. She hummed as her imagination went wild and ran with the feelings. It only fueled her erotic imagination and her ideas of what they would do when they were alone. She imagined that it was Jasons’s fingers brushing against her buttocks and teasing her. His hands going deeper between her cheeks, going down between her legs. She licked her lips eager for that reality.
The silver-haired woman smiled at him and to her glee she saw he was looking right at her. Her smile grew, and she sent a wink at him that he returned. She bit her lips as her toes curled. Oh she wanted nothing more than to saunter over to him and plant her lips on his and show everyone that he was going to be her’s.
“Alright ladies I think that’s all for today!” Jason said. “Can’t wait to see you all again later and remember to keep practicing every day so you don’t get rusty!”
As the class filtered out of the room the former Dark Slayer went over to one of the mirrors that lined the wall, intently studying her reflection. She was mesmerized by the way her large chest bounced inside of her leotard and the way her hips swayed side to side. She could feel her massive ass shake with surprising firmness as it was massaged. She loved the way that her outfit showed off her goods and caressed her curves.
When she stood in front of the mirror she posed, pushing out her chest and sticking out her leg. She turned and stared at her blimp of a behind. Her leotard dug into her ass, and the spandex hugged her cheeks, making them look like two large basketballs. She wiggled her hips and watched her booty bounce up and down, and when she stopped her cheeks still moved.
She was so focused on her wonderful ass that she never noticed Jason come up behind her until he cupped her ass in his hands. She gasped in joy with an exuberant smile as turned around right as he kissed her on the lips. The former demon slayer moaned in pleasure as she opened her mouth and their tongues wrestled for dominance. She pushed for aching crotch against his own and could feel his tool rise.
“So, did you like the class?” Jason asked.
“Oh yes I did!” Valerie giggled. She planted another kiss on his lips, which he happily returned.
“That’s great to hear. So, my dear what were your plans? With how injured you were you should have gone to a hospital and focused more on recovering. Whatever it was it had to important,” Jason said.
“Well before I had my run in with you, I was going to get back something of mine back that someone had broken. It was the only thing that I could think that could save me at the time. I couldn’t run the risk of looking for a Vital Star when I was so injured, let alone finding a Gold Orb. After I retrieved it and healed myself, I planned to have a reunion with my brother,” Valerie answered casually without any hesitation. She knew that the moment they met it would be one big heartwarming family reunion.
“You have a sibling?” Jason asked. His mind whirled with possibilities. If he could get another one like her under his control, then there was little that he wouldn’t be able to do. Not to mention that it would help ensure his business’s protection if humans tried to mess with them, or if any demons showed up and wanted to destroy the human world. He would investigate what she was wanting to get back later. If she was willing to push herself when she was on death’s door then it had to a powerful item.
“Yup I have an annoying little twin brother,” Valerie sighed as the memory of his juvenile attitude and their youth came forth. He seemed to have grown up a little when they met again on Mallet Island. Something she welcomed. “We haven’t seen each other in years. I wonder just how much he grew up without his big sister around to keep him in line and stop him from getting a big head.”
“Oh, I’m sure that he’s doing fine for himself. Probably owns a nice house and makes a stable income doing what he loves. You think that he would like to get in on this?” Jason asked as the beginning of a plan started to form.
“Normally I would say no, but with you, as the teacher, I have no doubt,” Valerie giggled. “Besides it would be a good bonding experience for the two of us, we need to have more activities that we can do that don’t lead to us fighting.”
“Oh don’t worry my dear. I know that I’ll be getting him to join the class for at least one session because that’s all it’s going to take to convince him to stay,” Jason replied. “And then all three of us can get to know each other so much better.”
