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🕑 Added 2021-06-30 22:00:03 +0000 UTCAlex looked through the anime store, seeing what they had for cosplay. He had seen some cool outfits and wigs here that he could consider getting for characters that he loved. He was still new to the whole thing, but it had been cool and some of the stuff that he had found here was too good to pass up with how real and natural it looked. The young man was grateful that he had found this store and that the prices for their products weren’t through the roof when he was shopping for stuff like this online.
He had only found out this place existed by chance when he noticed a large sign over a building that said anime. The moment he saw that he couldn’t refuse the chance to see what it was like inside and went in. It looked nice enough and had plenty of anime stuff laying around. Figures, posters, candy, manga, and more. It was a small little piece of anime geek paradise that he was sure would have garnered much attention. Now he stepped inside to see what they had from time to time and see if anything had got his attention in particular.
Alex was currently looking over the swords that they had lined up the wall. There were many there, some were originally designed swords and others from other anime and games. They had some of the Zanpakuto from bleach including Grimmjow’s, Ulquiorra’s, and Ichigo’s. They even had some of the key blades from Kingdom Hearts, like Oblivion or Oathkeeper. He was half tempted to get one of them with how cool they all looked. If the price wasn’t too bad then he would love to get one of them. His mom might not be too pleased by the fact that he had it, but she might not. She could be weird at times. Still, at the very least it would make a good wall hanger for his room and help liven it up, especially since he had yet
The young man stopped when he saw a copy of the Durandal from fate and examined it closely. It looked like how he had last seen it. It looked like a realistic longsword. It had a black and golden crossguard and a dark blue wrap around the handle. It had a pearl inside a golden pommel.
Out of all the possible anime swords, he thought he would see, this was not one of them. The only reason that he knew about it was that he was a bit of a nerd from the franchise and had done some deep diving. It was a weapon that he felt was underrated in the franchise, considering how well known the sword was. It might not have been as popular as Excalibur, but it certainly was well known. Well, the fictional one, not the one from the show.
He looked down at the sword again gave it a few slow practice swings to get a feel for the weight of the blade. The weight of the blade surprised him. It didn’t feel like a hard foam knockoff or wooden replacement. He curiously ran his hand over the blade and his mouth dropped when he realized that it was real metal. He ran his hand over the side of the blade and to his relief, realized that it wasn’t sharpened. He would have questioned the owner if they had just left something like this out.
There was a faint inscription on the blade and the young man raised the sword to try and get a better look. He couldn’t make it out. The words looked like someone had taken a piece of sandpaper and had wiped the blade as best they could until they were gone. After a moment he sighed and gave up on trying to understand what was written on the sword. He could probably just cover up the sword with some paint, or something. It could just be one of those made in China that was inscribed on stuff, or wherever the sword was made. Nothing of any real importance.
He looked for the price tag on the blade, willing to bet that it was one of the rare items in the store that was worth over a hundred dollars in here. It had to be with the quality of the blade and the steel. After a moment of examining the blade, he frowned. There wasn’t anything that would tell him how much it was worth. He sighed and went straight to the front desk where the manager was, hoping that he would answer how much it cost.
“Excuse me, sir,” Alex started.
“Yes is there anything that I could do for you?” the cashier said.
“Hey how much for this sword?” the young man said as he raised the sword.
The manager frowned as he took the sword from him and looked at him, just as curiously as Alex did when he first saw it. The young man looked around as he waited for him to say something, hoping that the price wouldn’t be insane.
“Hold on one moment,” the owner said as he went over to a nearby computer and typed on it.
Alex waited patiently for the man to finish whatever he was doing. He didn’t want to rush him or possibly lose out on it, because he couldn’t be a little patient. He pulled out his phone and looked through the web as he waited for the man. He snorted at some of the memes that came forward and leaned against the counter. The manager came back with a frown on his face and gave him the sword back.
“Hey, I just looked through our database to see if I could find a price for it, but can’t,” the manager said awkwardly.
Alex frowned, wondering what they were going to do now then. If it wasn’t a part of it then it wasn’t as if he could just sell it to him. He doubted that someone would have brought this in and just left it here. Leaving something like this out, would the same as just leaving a wallet out in the open for someone to take.
“I guess I can just let you have it,” the manager said, surprising Alex.
“Seriously?” Alex questioned as he picked up the sword. He pinched his hand making sure that he wasn’t going crazy. “You’re not messing with me are you?”
“No, I’m not. I doubt the owner of something like this would leave this behind, and it’s just going to take up space,” the worker said. Nobody came in with that as far as I know, and I even looked through the cameras to make sure that someone hadn’t brought it in.”
“Thank you, sir,” Alex couldn’t help but smile, happy that he was able to get a cool sword like this for nothing.
With that piece of knowledge now known to him, he decided to look around some more and see if anything else caught his eye. It was bound to be something else that he wanted here and now that he knew what he was working with cash wise he could get it. After some more browsing, he found a figure of Jeanne Alter and bought it as another little gift for himself. Since he didn’t have to worry about paying for the sword, he might as well spend a little more on something else that he wanted.
After paying for his new figurine, he headed back home, eyeing the goods that he had gotten. He already knew where he would place the figure with the rest of them. A little rearranging would need to be done. He didn’t want it to just gather dust in his closet. A beauty like this needed to be shown for others to see. Now he would just need to figure out how he would hang it on his wall.
The moment he got back home he did a few practice swings inside, smiling at the sword. He could use something like this for a variety of cosplays or poses. There was a picture of Fate Roland if he recalled correctly, but maybe not to dress up as him. Either way, something like this could be used for more than just going around as Roland. A medieval fantasy knight for one possibility, or a mismatch of parts from other stuff.
No matter the case, he couldn’t wait to show it off to his friends and what their thoughts on it would be, especially since he got it for free. He was sure that a few of them would be jealous of his good fortune. Getting anything free like this was always a win. Something like this would have cost a lot of money that they wouldn’t be able to throw out so easily and he got it for nothing.
Alex placed the sword down on the table and took a picture to show it off to his friends. He sent it into a group chat that they were all in and smiled when he saw it load in without any issues. Now he could check and see what they had to say about it later. He was sure that there would be some choice words for him. He couldn’t wait to have some laughs about it.
The young man wondered what he should do to pass the time. He could always some of the games that he had been meaning to do so for some time in that evergrowing pile. The web was also an option and there was bound to be something on there that would distract him for some time. Whether it be reading, another game online, or just something of the saucier sort it would do its job well. There had been some franchises he wouldn’t mind seeing some more lewds for.
Alex’s thoughts went to his latest purchase and he looked down at it as if he was trying to study it as another idea came to him. He could practice a little bit with his new sword. He didn't have to worry about possibly getting in trouble since his parents were out and what they didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. It might seem a little childish, but it wasn’t as if he was outside showing it or something where everyone can see. He was in the privacy of his own home.
The young man picked up the sword again and breathed out as he did. It felt good in his hands. He swung it slowly and steadily, wanting to get a feel and understanding of the blade first. He increased the rate of his swings, imagining that he was fighting some sort of imaginary foe. A great monster or another warrior. It felt a little silly to him, but he couldn't help himself when he had a cool weapon like this.
With every swing of his sword, his skin changed a little more. His skin softened as more of the hair on it started to disappear in droves. All of the hair that he had below his eyebrows was gone with not even a trace of it remaining. The tone of his skin altered and brightened. It slowly shifted from a dark farmer’s tan into a fair milky white skin tone.
After one more swing, he smiled as he imagined some monster appearing along with some other enemies. His heart pounded a little as he let his imagination take hold of him for the next part and readied himself as he moved it into a fighting position. He readied himself for it to swing at him and attacked, his blade severing the beast in his imagination.
This time he added a little more to his strikes and started adding some footwork, moving around the room, while being mindful of what was around him. He stepped back, forward, side to side. It was almost as if he was in the middle of a battle surrounded by monsters that wanted him dead to feast on his bones or because some master said so. His heart pounded a little more in his chest as he moved, blocking and striking, trying not to let himself get too lost, and swing faster and harder than he should.
Alex’s legs softened and changed, starting with his feet. His toes got smaller along with the rest of his feet as if they were being shrunken down by some invisible operation. The change continued up his legs, his lower legs thinning down as if they meat being trimmed off a turkey, his calves tightening until they barely bounced from his actions. Unlike the rest of the transformation, the reverse happened when it reached his thighs, which started to swell and tighten as if all the lost mass was being reapplied along with a month’s worth of workout was being done to them. He had thick sexy thighs that would have belonged to a gal that did her best to stay in shape, and could even crush a melon between them.
Alex stumbled forward and almost crashed into a cabinet that had plenty of glasses and plates inside it. His heart pounded at the reached and slowly blacked away as if one misstep would cause it all to fall and break. The young man gulped as he did and could feel a small trail of sweat travel down his body as he did.
“Damn, that would have been bad,” Alex muttered as he forced himself off. He could only imagine the reaction that he would get if his parents came home and saw that destruction. He could already imagine the punishments that he would have gotten at the least and knew that a couple of grounding that lasted months would have been considered light.
Unknown to the young man his sneakers started to change. The blue and white shoes that he had started to gain black streaks in them as if someone was taking a marker and bringing it across repeatedly. In moments, his shoes had become a dark black. The changes didn't stop there as they started to harden and have a new shine to them. The symbols on the side meddling into the shoes and the laces disappearing as well. They soon finished changing and became a pair of small black leather boots.
His socks started to rise higher as if they were being stretched out as the bottom half of them merged with his shoes. The white socks darkened as if they were being spray-painted. The longer the grew, the more the fabric thinned as it was being stretched to its limits. The material started to change from soft cotton into the same leathery material as his new shoes. The former socks finished growing when they had become long black thigh-high boots that hugged his now feminine legs.
As he started fighting, the imaginary foes that he fought took on a lewder appearance, looking more like that they came from an animated show rather than a live-action movie. They took on a more feminine curvaceous appearance with lewder outfits that showed off their bodies as if they were in a hentai. In his imagination, his strikes change from killing blows to incapacitating ones.
The young man knew it wasn’t just his new little workout that had riled him so much, he could feel his masculinity stand at attention at the images that came to him. He gulped as his mind ran further with that train of thought and wondered what it would be like with a strong guy or a stunning young lady that would knock people dead. It made it harder for him to focus on the fight and how to fight. He lowered his weapon and breathed through his nose. Well if he was feeling like this now then he might as well deal with it. He was in the mood after all.
The young man lowered his sword and walked to his room, as his hips started to widen and push out as if they were being stretched further apart. The more they stretched, the more of a sway appeared in his lower body, which made the growth all the more noticeable to people. His swaying hips brought attention to his flat butt. When the changes finally stopped, he had wide hips that were perfect for bearing a child and would have filled some models with envy.
He entered his room and placed the sword on the side of the room for now. He would think of where he could put it in a little bit after he dealt with...a certain heat. It pushed the front of his pants and continued to build because of the resistance he was getting. It was the only thing that he could think about right now and was sure that it was only going to get worse if it was left unattended.
Alex hopped onto his bed and put on his computer, wondering what he should put on to set the mood. There were quite a few good videos that he saved up on his computer just for occasions like this. The only question was what would be good for the moment. He had quite a few videos where some gal starts expanding and some hentai that would be perfect for this.
As he laid himself out on his bed, the bottom of his shorts started to change. The blue color in them darkened as more faint streaks appeared to them. As they changed color, they clung to his lower body tighter as if they were shrinking from a wash. The seam fell between his rear and made the fact that he didn’t have much of a butt with his feminine hips all the cleared to see. The new shorts pushed the front of his junk up and made the young man gulp and shimmy in place as if someone was cupping his boys. They became the same tight formfitting fabric that his thigh-high boots had become, and showed off every delicate curve of his now curvaceous lower body. The change in his lower body’s attire made it abundantly clear that he had the body of a curvy girl, even if he didn’t have a butt.
The young man shimmied faster in his seat, practically bouncing up and down on top of his manhood, which only served to make the feeling he had stronger. He didn’t care that it might not have been the most comfortable. It served its purpose well and keeping his sexual arousal in place until he reached the video that he wanted. He doubled-clicked the video he wanted and waited for it to open up.
The hentai opened after a moment and Alex watched in eager anticipation for what would be coming next, already knowing what part he wanted specifically. Two of the lovers got together and wrapped their arms around each other as they started to make out. Their lustfully groped each other’s bodies and kissed. Both of them conveying their love for each other.
The young man wondered what it would be like to have a special someone wrap their arms around him in a tender loving scene like this. He had never had a significant other and honestly wouldn’t have cared too much about what he got. As long as they loved him then that was fine by him. It made him wonder what it would be like to be with them, no matter the gender that they were in.
His waist started to cinch inward as if a corset had been wrapped around his waist. He groaned again, but the heat and pressure from his hard manhood were all that he noticed. The young man thought the pressure that he felt was more sexual frustration. His stomach hardened as it changed, the small gut that he had was getting harder as if it was all getting compacted together. In moments, he had a hard flat smooth stomach that further showed off how much more womanly he was becoming. He had a slim sexy waist that would have drawn many lustful looks and showed off the growing femininity he was gaining as time passed.
The bottom of his shirt merged with the top of his changed pants and as his shirt started to change. Just like his pants, his shirt started to change as black streaks appeared in it and the fabric changed into the same one. It hugged the new slim waist that he had and tightened more on his shoulders. As a result, it cupped his balls and manhood more and dug between his lower cheeks. When it finished changing he was left in a black leotard that tightly hugged and showed off his new figure.
Alex’s hand hands curled at his sides as he continued to bounce against the bed, imagining what it would be like to be the one in the scene. His breathing increased and his throat burned. He breathed in and out, as his toes curled and uncurled quickly as more sensual scenes flashed in his mind. Whether it be as the girl or the man it didn’t matter. Getting pleased like that would be a win no matter what.
The next change reached his hands and started to shrink. The uneven nails that he had from a habit of nailbiting refined as they grew longer, evening out and the dirt under them disappearing. The moment they finished changing, his digits thinned as they got smaller making delicate womanly hands. His forearms tightened as well as they filled with refined muscle that wasn’t there before. His loose biceps which have some muscle tightened as well and refined as they slimmed down. His shoulders popped as they cracked inward, making him wince, but he paid them little more than a moment’s thought so he could focus on what was happening in the video.
As he laid there, fingerless black gloves that extended to his biceps formed on his hands. The gauntlets gently wrapped around his hands, as if emphasizing the difference between his body and what it looked like. Black pauldrons formed on his shoulders that made him look buffer than he normally wise. The young man could feel the growing weight on his upper body, but if he was honest with himself, he didn’t care at all, far too engrossed in his self-pleasure. He would investigate them later when he didn’t have so much on his mind or focused on more important priorities as the juicier bits of the how continued.
The young man’s face started to change. His nose got smaller as it gained a slightly more pointed and Grecian appearance. His lips plumped in size as he bit down on them, the pleasure and arousal that he was feeling making him do so and pucker them. He sucked on his lips and a slight pop resounded when he finally stopped and they became large kissable lips that could fill a variety of purposes. The rest of his face softened as it rounded out. The mole that he had under his eye disappeared and was replaced with smooth skin. In moments, in place of a face that belonged to a young man in the prime of his life was a young woman who could have been a model if she wanted to.
Alex’s hair started growing longer, brushing against his skull as it did. A part of it brushed against his nose and it twitched before he shook his head, moving the hair to the side. It brushed to the side as the rest of the locks moved and brushed against his face. His hair quickly finished growing when it reached the edge of his chin. The moment it finished growing, blue specks appeared in it that were growing more prominent, as a green fringe appeared on the right side of his face. The new color continued to grow as if it was a watercolor changing being poured on his head.
The effeminate young man looked down at the hill between his legs that on perfect display as the erotic moans of the show and his filled the room. It stood proudly as if it was trying to break out of the pants, the fact his clothes were different, completely not registering in his mind. He tried to grab it through the cloth, but it made trying to grasp his other sword impossible to do so with how awkward it was.
“Ahh!” The blue-haired boy screamed in frustration and settled on doing the next best thing that he could do. He rubbed the hill through the fabric and gleefully shivered in place as his legs twisted around each other. He increased the rate of his rubbing as if he was dealing with a particularly nasty stain that wouldn’t go away as he increased the pressure on his hard junk. The more he pushed down the more it shriveled up, not that he noticed much. The only thing that caught his attention was the mind-breaking pleasure that he was receiving from doing so.
On some level, Alex knew that he was changing, but he didn’t care about what would happen to him. All that mattered to the changing young man was getting the release that he desperately craved and seeing if she could get it even higher. The shaft of his scrotum receded into his body and leaving a new warm fresh hole that was seemingly demanding to be explored. She pushed down on it, the cloth stopping her from slipping her fingers inside. All she could do was brush her fingers against the entrance and trace it.
The young woman frowned and pushed harder down on her new hole, and jumped every time that she did. It wasn’t the self-pleasing that she wanted, but it was something. The more she did, the more her balls rose and got closer to her new hole. It was as if she was shoving fabric through a hole and stuff it in there. She screamed as the last remains of her manhood entered her body and started morphing into a pair of ovaries. A fresh batch of juices went down her underwear and leotard, but she paid them little thought as her eyes rolled in the back of her skull with a dumb pleased smile.
The young woman’s rear warmed and turned herself over as she raised her butt in the air as if she was ready to be taken from behind. The young woman looked at her swelling rear and smiled gleefully. The more the fabric tightened on her developing buttocks, the more she grabbed the fabric of her bed. She moaned and shuddered, rolling her hips.
A perverted idea came to her the more she looked at it. The growing tingling of her ass grew by the second as if someone was gently rubbing, but knew that it was the fabric. The blue-haired girl could only imagine what it would be like if someone was massaging it. She reached around and poked her prodding rear as if she was touching a cake. A burst of pleasure burned that went through her whole backside and made her clench her asscheeks together as if she was trying to stop something from getting in the crack of her rear. She shakily raised her hand and breathed out. The woman raised her hand over her rear and spanked it.
Smack!
“Ahh!” she cried at the sudden burst of pleasure as her ass jiggled with new vigor, despite the tight fabric that she was wearing.
The new woman bucked her hips up and down and if someone else was in the room she would have begged them to spank her ass as hard as they could. It felt so good. She needed more. She shakily rose her hand, struggling to think straight. The young woman took a breath and then spanked herself again.
Smack!
A loud moan left her mouth and she smacked her ass again with more fervor, more power in her blow at a faster rate.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Ahh!” the blue-haired girl cried as her bottom swelled faster as if her smacks were bruising it further. It served to only make her slap her rear harder more demanding.
The front of the leotard wetted slightly, but she didn’t give it even a moment’s thought. She was so lost in her arousal that never noticed it. All it did was make her attire stick closer to her body and cling more to her voluptuous form. She rolled on the bed, her body spasming in glee, the new sensations running through her making her giddy with glee as she explored every possible sensation of her body that she could generate.
The blue-haired girl shivered as her nipples suddenly sharpened under her leotard. She placed her hands over her nipples and moaned as her touch felt like she had pulled and twisted them. Her heightened aroused mind quickly concluded that this would be another point that she could explore.
Alex’s chest continued to grow larger, the leotard squeaking as it did from her pulling and growth. The young woman squealed in glee and pawed at her swelling chest, savoring the cushion that was developing there by the second. The woman squealed as her tits grew, and fondled her chest with greater intensity. She adjusted her hands accordingly so that her hands were fully encompassing them. As she played with her developing melons she made sure to keep her thumb over her nipples to press and rub them. She moved them from side to side and pressed down on them as if they were buttons. The young woman could barely tell how large they were getting but didn’t care too much. So long as they made her feel good, they could become the size of watermelons. Her boobs finished growing when they had become the size of full ripe apples that would fill a D-cup bra perfectly.
The young woman had finally come down from her pleasure-induced high and noticed the changes to her body and clothes. She looked down and saw that her clothes were now a black, skin-tight, short-sleeved leotard with hard leather pauldrons, matching fingerless gloves that extended to her biceps, and thigh-high boots, all of which are adorned with straps.
“What...how?” The young woman questioned and looked around the room.
The Durandal she had been given now was a large uniquely-shaped broadsword with a bright blue blade and a golden edge. The sword has a semicircular guard on the left side of the handle that extends to the bottom just above the pommel, with a small extension on the right side of the handle. In short, it looked nothing like the weapon he had ordered.
Her chest felt heavy, and her entire body felt hot, killing the question that she had. With her labored breathing, her chest bounced, despite how tight her attire was. Her crotch was warm, moist and demanded that it would be taken to the next level. Somehow the blue-haired girl knew that she would be able to reach it on her phone as if it was instinctual.
The young woman scrolled through her phone, looking for a certain number in particular. Her mind stopped on her best friend’s name, and her mind told her that he was more than that now. Now he was her boyfriend and the two of them have been dating for quite some time.
“Come here and fuck me,” the new young woman muttered eagerly. She could already imagine what it would be like when he arrived. His slim body against her, pawing her at her body spanking her. The moment he thrust in her with his holy sword and bring her to enlightenment. By the time he got here, she was sure that she would be more than ready to rock his world, especially with how wet she already was.
