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For The Love of Yao (Evelyn TF story prev 1)
🕑 Added 2025-08-17 11:54:00 +0000 UTCEVELYN (from Zenless Zone Zero) TF story. First preview.
“So, I assume you are here for the interview for bodyguard of Ms. Yao?”
A well dressed man in a suit addressed the rather shabbily dressed individual who had entered the stale white board room. The suited man looked exhausted, burned out from a day of conducting far too many interviews. His latest applicant simply nodded to his question, yet he was not convinced.
“Are you sure you have any experience in the field? Ms. Yao is quite the handful and is a valuable asset to the company as one of the most popular performers in the city. We can't just hire anyone you see.”
The one benign interviewed, Chet, began to rattle his own nerves trying to think of something to say. The only reason he had taken a chance on this job was for a chance to meet Astra Yao, the famous musician of New Eridu City. For a city so constantly at threat from apocalyptic outside forces as well as ones from within, stars like her who inspired hope were all the more important. Who wouldn’t be a fan?
“N-No of course not. I-I do really like her!”
Chet slipped up, and the man across from him raised an eyebrow. He quickly tried to recover.
“But that's not what's important!”
The interviewer gave a sigh before rubbing his temples.
“You do realize you are wearing an Astra Yao shirt, no?”
Chet, embarrassed, looked down. The man was right. Like a total idiot he had forgotten to change before coming over. He was certain he was done for, slouching in defeat.
“You're probably the 50th fan today who has tried weaseling their way into this position. I've grown tired of the ruse.”
The suited man rose from his seat and approached Chet, his arms held behind his back within a straight, collected stance.
How about I make you an offer? If being her bodyguard is truly what comes first for you, there may be a way to make this work. After all, dedication to your client on an emotional level could have its advantages. You may have to regularly put your life on the line for her after all…”
Chet watched the man pace the room, before heading to a wall and touching his hand to a hidden panel. The sound of whirring tech could be heard, and a passageway opened within the wall of the office.
“Follow me.” the man said, before walking into the hidden room. Chet scampered to his feet and followed.
Once in the other room, the door slid shut behind them, and several lights flickered to light to reveal a sleek, metal-enforced dressing room of sorts. Lockers strung the walls, as well as many computer panels and monitors. Above was a cobweb of mechanical devices and wires hanging from the ceiling.
“If you wish to be in service of Ms. Yao, both body and soul, we can arrange for that.” the suited man said as he walked over to a nearby panel and booted up systems within the facility.
“Huh… B-body and soul?”
Chet was a tad overwhelmed, not sure what to make of everything he was seeing. It felt as if he had stumbled into a spy film.
“I won't beat around the bush,” the man said, while clicking away at a keyboard. “This room is filled with experimental tech that we've been meaning to test out. Tech made for creating the ultimate bodyguard meant to not only protect Ms. Yao but appeals to her... sensibilities.”
After hearing a few whirs of machinery, the man approached Chet with an electric notepad with a document displayed on screen. He handed a pen for the tablet over to him.
“The forms are right here for you to go over. If this is something you'd agree too, sign off and we can get started immediately.”
Taking a look over the forms, they were lengthy and full of technojargon Chet wasn't quite making sense of. But he did gather, through his skimming, that it was meant to enhance his body and make it more adept for being a bodyguard. That itself sounded awesome enough. It was enough to start winning him over, and he began to grow less worried about reading the entirety of the forms.
“Payment will be set up for a weekly rate right away. We'll make it as smooth a transition as possible for you.”
Chet’s ears perked up yet again.
“Imma be honest, I don't understand any of this jargon, haha. What I gathered is enhancing the body right? That sounds good. So uhhmmmm, yeah I accept!”
Swiping to the end of the forms, Chet noticed there was no place to sign.
“Dont worry,” the suited man assured. “We have your audible agreement just now. We can begin immediately.”
The man directed Chet to stand on a circular panel on the floor. He then fiddled with a computer panel for a bit, followed by more sounds of machines booting up. Suddenly, several red threads fired out from panels lining the room, quickly binding Chet’s arms and legs like thin strips of bondage. They then yanked him into a suspended, vulnerable state, his arms hung above his head and legs pulled straight and slightly off the ground. Before he could process any of it, even more threads were released and began wrapping around the rest of his body in an even pattern—an inch apart across his entire frame. Not even his dick was left alone, their grip shamefully stirring it to life.
“W-What is happening? T-This is not what I expected! Is this really part of the process?”
“Yes it is. As stated in the contract, we will use our tech to both strengthen and stimulate the body into the ideal form for protecting Ms. Yao. It is our intention as well to provide her someone she can feel comfortable around. These threads are the primary function towards achieving that.”
As the man talked, the threads binding Chet’s body began to grow warm, their heat pooling into his body. The heat was fiery, yet pleasant, quickly pulling him into a hazy state.
“These threads will also be your weapon while on the job. And given their application, we need your body to get used to their heat. So tying them to the process of rebuilding you only made sense.”
It was growing harder for Chet to make sense of both what he was hearing and seeing around him though. One thing he could barely make out though, was a strange, thin filament like material rising in a cylinder around him. It looked like faded, tan latex.
“I-I don’t understaaah, oooh… T-This does f-feel really nice~. Soft, w-warmth… embracing meeeeee.”
The man gave a satisfied nod.
“Excellent. You are taking to it quite well.”
The warmth continued to fill Chet, his body heaving, pulsing and sweating. He was inside a sauna of stimulation, his dick rising and twitching with every throb of his body. With each release of sweat, it felt as if the bulk was being shaved off his frame—limbs growing thinner, gut flatter, and fingers becoming daintier. All the while he could feel his bones rattling gently within him, the pleasant vibrations whittling them down. While slowly sinking into an ambient nest of his own moans, the latex veil rising around him had him surrounded. Then, it began to close inwards.
“Alright, prepare yourself. This next step will be intense. We have softened your body into a sort of puddy you could say. Now, it is time to mold it with this latex layer. Are you prepared?”
Chet barely heard anything that was said, only hearing the words prepared pass through. The word brought a comforting, pleasant feeling to his crotch, compelling him to respond in excitement.
"H-Huh?? Prepared? I-I think so! Prepared, yes!"
“Good. Then we shall proceed.”
The man pressed a button, causing the latex to come flying at his captive patient, encasing him tightly within a skin tight cocoon. The hot threads beneath quickly heated up the latex layers, creating a searing coat that only stimulated Chet’s subdued body even further. The latex was so tight, that looking at it, one could see the ribs of the threads beneath it as well as every ridge and dip of Chet’s body, as well as his erect cock squashed tight against his lower tummy. The recruiter had been right, he had become soft and malleable, the latex moving like dozens of hands, caressing him, grabbing hold of whatever muscle and mass it could and rearranging it while the threads bound it in place.
Beneath it, Chet was suffocating, not from lack of air necessarily, but from bliss. He desperately needed to cry out in thanks for what was happening to him! As if on cue, small slits opened up within the latex, his eyes given sight once more, and mouth released and able to moan freely. The head of his dick as well, pent up from the threads binding and rubbing it, was given an exit point, just in time for it to fire off long ropes of cum onto Chet’s belly. A final opening on his head came as well, allowing Chet’s short, dusty brown hair to fall out.
“Good good. Your body is responding well. And you seem to be enjoying it. Also good. This should be an easy enough process then.”
“AAAAAAAAHN~!! S-SOOOO INCREDIBLE! Soft, nice t-tingles… everywhereeee~!”
He couldn’t comprehend what was going on with his body, the feelings of bodily bliss stealing away all attention from his punch drunk mind. It was too nice, too warm, too... fucking pleasurable!
Suddenly, everything within Chet flexed, and the pressure became even tighter, all the jostling mass that was his body beginning to take firmer shape. He screamed in agonizing pleasure as his balls were crushed inward by the threads around them, forcing profuse amounts of cum out his cock, much of it spilling to the floor beneath his hovering, twitching body. Soon enough, a large puddle of white formed within his body's shadow under the harsh lights of the lab.
There was no moment of reprieve, Chet’s body caught endlessly bucking as he felt his ass lifting and exploding with fat and firmness like an airbag going off. The threads were unyielding against his expanding flesh, but he welcomed their clinging for dear life, feeling the strength of new muscles emerging, enveloped in a jiggling layer of mass that sent ripples of electric pleasure across his form every time it shook. Small mounds wriggled to life on his chest as well. Both nipples were on fire, growing fatter and more erect against the latex layer stimulating them. The features of his face were not saved either, cheeks sucking in and lifting, his chin violently trimming its shape into a finer tip. The man’s eyes went wide in surprise, lashes growing longer on them as they then fluttered.
“SOOOO HOT! J-JIIIGGLY, GUUUH! FUUUUCK! OOOH FUCK! YEESSSS~!”
Despite the shrill, manic cries coming from Chet, the recruiter remained cool and collected, monitoring his devices with ease.
“Excellent, your body is taking it very well. We want you limber and flexible for speed and precise maneuvering. So we've focused more muscle into your legs. We'll distribute what else is necessary into your core as well. The extra mass down below will also be necessary for counterbalancing the eventual size of your chest. You see, Ms. Yao has certain tastes, and we do intend to cater to that.”
As the man prattled on, Chet’s arms were suddenly repositioned, facing towards the ground—the threads at his waist turning now what was mostly holding him up. It was moving his body towards the ideal position for what was about to come, the pressure within his back, sides, hips, and chest all growing even more in intensity. During all this, more free floating panels surrounded the suspended man and started firing up. For what, Chet hardly cared at this point.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHNN!!!”
The massive moan let out by Chet actually rattled the recruiter’s brain, and he stuck a finger in one ear to try and numb the vibrations. The pleasure had reached a very powerful high point, Chet no longer feeling anything else but the screaming of his body. The machine was working per-fect-ly, his mind mush and as malleable now as his body.
The next stage of the procedure hit him like a truck. His sides crunched inwards under the immense pressure, back snapping forward into a sharper arc. Thrusting his chest out, Chet could feel it explode with fat much in the same manner as his ass moments before. He let out happy curses each time his chest heaved, his cock cumming with each kick forward from his burgeoning tits. Ms. Yao did love them big, he was sure of that, but not as a fan, no, something else was drawing that forth from his mind.
Everything was becoming fuzzy, the latex massaging Chet’s scalp bringing on a stir of new thoughts, about Ms. Yao, about his...training as an assassin? As confusing as it was, he was longing for it, thirsting for more of the knowledge eating away at the very concept of who he was. This thirst created a void beneath the surface of his cock, down where his balls had been devoured. They were still there, jostling about as the void that personified his need carved its way towards the base of his cock. It wasn’t long before Chet’s throbbing member was drawn towards the abyss.
The recruiter looked on with a faint smile, then back to his data panels.
“Hmm, excellent. Judging by these brain scans, the mental reconfiguration should be settling in. It won’t be too much longer now Miss.”
