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Hatred Changes People (Morgan TG)
🕑 Added 2021-12-01 23:01:00 +0000 UTCKiba glared as he ran away from the others at their recent failure. He didn’t care what direction that he was going in, or even knew which one he was going. He had long since lost his friends in his anger and was fine with that. Right now he needed to be alone. He couldn’t stand the sight of his friends anymore after this recent failure. They had been so close, but that bastard Freed had managed to get away at the last second with the Excalibur's.
It didn't help his mood that damned stray priest Valper Galilei was there too. Seeing him again brought back the memories of his friends and the role that he played in their deaths. All of those memories were impossible to ignore and came rushing forward. They were like an unstoppable force that forced their way to the front of his mind. And Valper’s obsession with it made him throw the lives of his friends away as if they were garbage.
That damn sword had been the reason why all of his friends had died when he was a kid. It was so close and yet so far. The mere sight of those swords made his blood boil as if he was a child again watching those experiments all over again.
It was because they had been too slow that they couldn't destroy it now. He couldn’t believe it. This has been a moment that he had trained for. A moment that he refused to pass by.
They had been too weak. If they have been stronger, faster, better than they would have been able to do it. It made him wonder what was wrong with him and all his training.
He would do anything to destroy that accursed sword. Even if he had to leave his friends behind to do so. He would do whatever he had to rid it from this world. Pay whatever price that he had to make sure that sword wouldn't harm anyone ever again. He wanted nothing more than to destroy that supposed holy sword and if he had to tear his body apart to do it then he would.
A dark aura enveloped the young man’s body the more he thought about the holy weapon. Unknown to the young man he would be going through a change because of this. The magical abilities of Devils and how they have worked came rushing forward, a connection had been made that brought forth the power of a spirit that had long since died. It rushed into his body and the power that enveloped him grew even stronger as his power swelled.
“What! Where did this power come from?” Kiba questioned, only to relax at the new strength that entered his body. He felt like he could take on the Satans by himself with this newfound power.
Kiba grinned, the thought of destroying the sword of King Arthur making his blood boil at achieving his goal. With how strong he felt right now, he felt like he could take on Freed an entire army of exorcists on his own. He just needed to find the damn thing and then he could make it happen and rid the world of it.
As Kiba’s thoughts lingered on the legendary sword, Kiba’s hair started to whiten, almost as if it was losing the shine, but instead it seemed to get brighter. It was as if a hair dye had been poured over his scalp that got rid of the bright blonde locks that he had. When his hair looked like a dull blonde, it started to grow longer and tickle his neck, but the fantasies of what he would do more than took his mind. The only way he would notice anything that was happening was if an explosion had gone off, but even then that might not be enough. By the time that the change to his hair finished it was a long silvery-grey color that went down to his thighs.
“Yeah I will make it happen one way or another,” Kiba vowed, imagining his fallen friends as he did. It was because of them that he had gotten this far but now he would finally be able to put their souls to rest when he destroyed it. “With how strong I feel right now I know I can make it happen.”
The former blonde never noticed the change to his hair, as his mind was so focused on his hatred for the sword. Thoughts on how he would destroy it flowed through his mind and the young man grinned wickedly at them all. All of them seemed so good and promising that he wasn’t sure which method he would use. Images of the weapon’s broken remains warmed his heart as if he was having a nice time with his precious people.
“I can't afford to rest, not until it's over. When it is then I can finally be at peace and enjoy myself,” Kiba affirmed.
The Knight’s skin changed next as all of the blemishes and body hair that he had on his body below his eyebrows started falling. Every scrap of it was falling as if it was being shaved off with a brand new razor. It fell onto the ground and then disappeared as if it had been burned, leaving no trace of its existence. His skin paled as if he hadn’t been going out in the sun, and yet despite that, his skin remained just as healthy as it did. Moments passed and the knightly Devil had silky smooth pale skin that gave him an almost doll-like appearance.
The memories of the good times that he and his old childhood friends had came forward again. A fresh batch of tears came forward as his anger was momentarily overcome by the grief of what he had lost. The young man clenched his hands as he imagined his hands wrapped around the sword, and then gripping it so tight that it broke in his hands as if it was glass. There was nothing that he wanted then to see its broken shards in his hands. Then he would make sure that not even those little fragments would be destroyed so that the chance of it ever harming anyone would never happen. There had to be no mistake in making sure that the weapon would never again come into the world.
As Kiba gripped his hands tighter they changed. The hard male fingers that he had slimmed down and softened. The calluses that he had on his hands softened as if new skin was taking their place. Every patch of scarred or rough skin that he had was going away as if it was disappearing. The rest of his forearms softened as they lost the power that they had behind him, disappearing as they gained the same slender look like his fingers. Even with the change to his forearms they didn’t stop and continued. His hard biceps softened and deflated like a pair of balloons. His shoulders rounded out and pushed closer together, letting out low popping noises as they did. When they finished shrinking, Kiba had dainty womanly arms that added more to the doll-like appearance that he had.
“This power…!” The young man trailed off. He leaned deeper into the power that was coming into it more. He knew that he should have been afraid or worried about where it was coming from, but he didn’t care. He reached deeper into it, allowing himself to be submerged into the power.
The young man stomped his foot on the ground, imagining that it was Freed’s face that he had just caved in with one good strike. The thought of that mad man being dead made a smile come to his face. With him dead getting the Excalibur's would be easy pickings. The idea of stomping on them until they were little more than powder was also tempting, but he lacked the physical power to do something like that. Still, he would be willing to keep going at it until he was able to make those pieces little more than powder.
Kiba’s shoes fell off as his feet shrunk, compressing into a smaller daintier form. His toes became small soft little digits as the rest of his shoes morphed into smaller and feminine feet. The young man kickoff his ill-fitting shoes and wiggled his toes, enjoying the feeling of the soft grass under his toes. Something was calming about the forest as if he was swinging one of his swords and losing himself in the practice. His legs slimmed down further, the muscles that he had draining and looking almost like twigs in comparison to what his legs looked like before. The young man’s thighs swelled slightly as they followed the rest of his body’s example, giving his legs a womanly appearance that would help confuse anyone who looked at him about what his true gender was. When it was finished he had decently thick thighs that would work in giving someone a lap pillow.
“Yes more!” The young man cried happily as if he spending the perfect time with someone that he cared for.
His hips flared out as the next change happened on his body. With his smaller frame, his pants had been sliding down his body and were close to exposing his underwear. The growth down there served to bring back some of the tightness in his pants that was lost. Even so, they still draped over his legs, showing how they were now. They slowly pushed wider against his body, straining his pants. A small thin rip formed on the side from the witness they were getting. As they got further their growth slowed down until it finally stopped. The boy’s hips now stood out prominently wider and would have caught attention from anyone passing by him, especially in such tight clothing that showed off his body wonderfully.
“How strong can I get if I keep calling on it?” Yuuto wondered aloud as he again called on more of the power entering his body. The power that was entering his body was like a drug. It felt so good. Every little twitch or movement of his body seemed to have gained the power needed to destroy a nation.
Yuuto’s face morphed as his handsome face softened. His already blue eyes shifted color and His thin lips swelled as they lost a little color to them. The smile that he had looked he was trying not to as his lips grew larger. They quickly became cute lips that looked off with the still masculine shape of his face and facial. With the change to his face was finished and was now that of a proud and noblewoman who looked like she be ruling over a country. The beauty that she had was enough to rival that of the best beauties that Kuoh had to offer.
“I can do it, I can destroy them all!” the changing boy cried, his voice rising higher in pitch as his Adam's apple got smaller. More grunts and groans left his body as the changes continued but he didn't mind at all he didn't seem to notice them. His voice became more womanly and softer as the seconds passed until his Adam's apple was gone entirely. Soon the noises coming out of his mouth matched the voice that he had, belonging to a posh noble-sounding woman who could command the world to march and it would without fear.
There was a pull between his legs that made the young man shudder as if he was pleasing himself down below. His eyes rolled in the back of his head slightly as his body lost all sense. For a moment he couldn’t feel anything at all except for what was happening to his body down below. The tip of his sword entered his body and became a sheath as new folds formed and warmed her body. The jewels of her former treasure entered her body and became a new pair of ovaries. The new woman moaned lustfully, a sound which sounded so wrong with her noble appearance.
“W-What why am I so…,” Kiba trailed off, not sure what to make of the sudden heat that was coming over him. She hadn’t felt like this in a long time she was sure. For the first time, there was a clarity in her mind that she hadn't had since the transformation had started. “Wh-what happened to my body?”
Kiba’s behind swelled in her pants, pushing the back of her pants further out and confusing her further. The young woman already had a tight-toned rear end from his years of training, but now it was gaining a cushion that hadn’t been there before. She breathed as it tingled against the confined of its cloth prison. She gulped as her face gained a bit of pink to it. She brought her hand down and pressed it only to pull back a mere second later as her hips bucked from the stimulation. That was the first time that she had earned such a reaction and if she was honest it was rather...pleasing. When it finished, she had a pert rear end that rivaled in apple’s ripeness that would have driven men and women crazy if they had any inclination to the softer sex.
“N-no this isn’t….this can’t be happening,” Kiba cried, far calmer than she meant.
Yuuto gulped as a sudden shock went through her again, this time centered on her nipples. She looked down at them and pressed down on her shirt and her fair face darkened when she saw her nipples poking through them. She brushed them and shuddered again as a new wave of pleasure went through her body.
The flesh behind them built up and rose like dough in the oven. She breathed again and braced herself as they did. Her fingers ached as if they were desperate to hold something, and her loins burned for attention, but she did not give it to her developing boobs. Instead, she reached down below and pressed against her new hole as she pleased herself, ignoring the growing jiggle of her bust as she closed her eyes. The young woman breathed out as her bust finished growing into ripe small B-cup breasts that were small handfuls.
It was nothing that could be compared to the boob monsters that were Rias, Akeno, but certainly added to her figure. While she lacked the curvature that the Queen and King of the peerage, the new woman had the full bearing of a queen rather, instead of a high school student. She would be taken more seriously than they would.
The young woman blinked as she tried to clear the cloud on her mind. The new memories that settled on her mind took over and replaced those of a blonde boy who had an affinity for swords. The longer she breathed the more those pesky memories that clogged her mind went away. Instead, those of her new form came rushing forward replacing those of who she once was. As they grew and became more prominent the cloud on her mind got lighter and easier to deal with.
A new name and new identity came to the forefront took over. She focused on the name that she could feel on the tip of her tongue. It became more prominent the more she focused on it as if she was recalling an old memory. The letters in the name became clearer as they did so did who she was.
“Morgan,” the silver-haired woman sighed as if a heavy burden has been lifted from her shoulders.
The moment it came out, the conflict of the two identities in her came to an end. The memories of a boy taken in by the Gremory family were taken over and erased. The new memories brought up a cool wave that made her frustration and anger abate to an extent. It was still there, along with her frustration at the whole situation, but she now had a clear mind and could plan accordingly. Already new thoughts and ideas about what she could do in the next battle to overwhelm the mad priest and his allies came forward and a smirk crossed her face at what might happen to him.
The young woman noticed how wrong her current clothes felt and blinked. She looked down at the male clothes that she wore with a heavy frown. She didn’t remember putting these clothes on. The better question was why was she wearing these drags when there were much better clothes that she could wear. This was a matter that needed to be rectified swiftly.
With a quick wave of her hand, her loose clothes morphed and changed. The loose school uniform changed, the color draining in places as long strands of blue ribbons formed with orange lines on them that broke off from the rest of her clothes. Small holes formed that exposed small pieces of her body. A hood formed on the back of her top and a black ribbon formed in her hair made it style in a ponytail that kept it in place.
Now that she wore clothes that were more fitting, she could feel her mind focus and calm down and as it did she berated herself. She couldn't let her emotions get the better of her if she was going to succeed in her desire to destroy that damned blade. Her comrades would help her and made it easier for her to do so. The only thing her solitude was good for was that it allowed her to vent her childish rage without the others seeing it. And even then those rogue exorcists or Fallen Angels supporting them might use the opportunity she gives them to pick them off one buy Which was good for her, the less annoying teasing that she had to deal with the better.
It was time for her to go find her husband. He proclaimed that she would help her destroy the accursed sword fragments and bring an end to that damn thing. Soon she would she and others would no longer be cursed to bear its presence. And when the moment it was gone she would make sure that he was properly rewarded for all of his hard work into helping her.
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