Story Commisssions

[BioYuGi]

So, let me introduce myself. My name is BioYuGi and I'm an expansion and transformation writer from DeviantArt. Lately I've been doing request streams and a lot more updates on UnendingBE, along with my normal stories. I think with the streams I've done lately I've learned to improve my writing speed and focus on making stories that can fit into a certain page range. I am going to open commissions. The main reason for me opening commissions? Literally so I can get commissions of my own. So basically, if you commission me, that money will soon be flowing back into the pocket of another artist on DA. There's so many wonderful artists I want to commission here, and I figure this is a great way to do it. I have not decided how many slots I'll accept at this point, I'll probably cut off proposals at the end of the weekend. Not everyone's will be accepted at this time, because I don't want to get overwhelmed. I'll probably take at least three. Here's what I'm thinking for prices.

For $25, I'll do a story of at least 5 pages.
For $50, I'll do a story of at least 10 pages.

That's pretty much it. ^^; I don't want to tackle things that would be longer at this point without getting more commission practice in. To make things simpler, if you want to commission me, send a note the follows this template:

Commission:
Length of Story: 5 minimum or 10 minimum
Summary of Story: What you want the story to be about, including what series or OCs you're using, what fetishes it'll have, and what the reactions will be.
References: Image references of the characters. If the story you're asking me to do is based on another picture or comic, that would be amazing. For example, something like these: http://0pik-0ort.deviantart.com/art/...hter-551496359 http://sutibaruart.deviantart.com/ar...-Toy-551722954 and http://sampleguy.deviantart.com/art/...Milk-551564274
would be very easy to write a story for, because they're good images and there's a lot to work with here. Obviously, this isn't entirely necessary, but I do enjoy writing about pictures and vice-versa, I think they always complement each other well.
Anonymous: Let me know if you want your commission to be anonymous, or you don't mind the world knowing what fetishes you like.
Email: I'll need your email so I can send you an invoice through Paypal.

As for what I write, my gallery: http://bioyugi.deviantart.com/gallery/ is a good selection of what I do, but there's stuff I write I don't think I've ever uploaded, I'll try and list everything I can think of here. Please ask if you want to know more, this is fairly rough I admit, so I wanna listen to comments.

Fetish List
Breast expansion, butt expansion, lip expansion, pussy growth, hair growth, belly expansion, pregnancy, giantess, shrinking, weight gain, muscle growth.
Cowgirl, squirrelgirl, piggirl, catgirl, doggirl, dragongirl, various other animal girls as well.
Multibreast, foot growth, multinip, lactation of any kind, berry tf, futa, male weight gain.
Empress/queen tf, bimbofication, milfification, character tf, robotization, clowngirl tf.
Spanking, bondage, BDSM, tickling, stuffing, air inflation, liquid inflation.
Cursed costumes, sexdoll tf, mind control, hypnosis, body control.
And in general, pretty much everything sexy. Here are a few strict no's:
No vore, no gas (burping is okay), no scat, no blood.

[BioYuGi]

As an example of a 5 page minimum commission, here is my first commission.

Rukia and the Defective Gigai

It was good to be back in the World of the Living. That was a phrase most people would likely find unusual, but to Rukia Kuchiki, it made perfect sense. She hadn't been back to this peaceful world in what felt like ages. It was hard to measure time when you lived in the afterlife, where the days constantly flowed into the next without much happening. But in the human world, things were different, every day was something new, an exciting adventure. Even if all she did was go to school and hang out with her friends, Rukia was more than happy to be here. Her duties in Soul Society kept her busy for long periods of time, and she hadn't seen Ichigo, Orihime, and all the others in ages. However, it seemed the hardworking Rukia had been so involved with her work as lieutenant for the Thirteenth Division that she had neglected to take any vacation days. With the passive pestering of her captain, Rukia had been given a few weeks of R&R, and she used the time to come back to where had life had been forever changed, in Karakura Town.

"Mm, good morning Tatsuki," Rukia said as she entered the classroom of Karakura High. The dark-haired martial artist smiled as she saw the other black-haired girl, standing up to give her a hug.

"Hey, Rukia! Gosh it's been a while. How long are you in town for?" she asked, sitting down at her desk, while Rukia took a spot at the open seat in front of her.

"Oh just a few weeks," Rukia said. "But I'm glad to be back!" she added with her ever-cheerful smile. "It was a bit of a surprise to me that I could come and visit so soon actually, but I intend to make the most out of my time here." It had been a bit of a rush to get to the human world. She hadn't even brought any clothes with her, which was her own fault. Thankfully, Ichigo still had her old things from when she last stayed at his place, which she thought was very thoughtful. He also had no problem with Rukia staying in his closet like she used to back when they first met, so her sleeping arrangements were sorted as well. The only problem Rukia really had was getting a Gigai from Urahara. Without that, she wouldn't have been able to interact with most of her friends. Thankfully he'd been able to secure her one on short notice.

"Yes, it's great having her back!" Orihime said as she approached Rukia's desk, leaning on the wood with her elbows before pulling Rukia into a hug that brought the girl's face right into her bountiful boobs.

"Mmf, y-yeah, good to see you again," Rukia said nervously, pulling her head out of the orange-haired girl's bust. She adjusted her short length of hair and pulled out her notebook, opening it up to a blank page. She looked over to see Orihime having to deal with Chizuru, as the lesbian was pining for a boobhug of her own. A quick punch of the head from Tatsuki, and the glasses-wearing Chizuru was back in her own seat, nursing her head while muttering that rubbing boobs on the sore spot would make it feel better. "Ah, just like old days," she said whimsically. She turned around and waved to Ichigo, who smirked. The dark-haired shorty showing up at his place with nothing but the clothes on her back had been a surprise, but a welcome one.

Most people wouldn't think that going to school was a vacation, but Rukia was a smart girl, and the lessons in Ichigo's class were all fairly standard to the undead girl. Besides, it was the best way to interact with everybody. Rukia shuddered suddenly as a chill came over her body, making her look up at the ceiling to see if the air conditioning was blowing right on her. She shrugged it off and got back to listening to the lesson, ignoring the tingling that built up in her backside.

"Hm," Rukia muttered to herself as she wrote down some notes, breaking up the monotony of the lesson with occasional doodles of rabbits, bunnies, and hares in the margins of the pages. She reached a hand back to scratch at her backside, unaware that it was starting to grow as she sat in her seat. Rukia was a very petite girl, with a short stature, a small bust, and a slender figure. While she wasn't vain enough to focus on beauty or fashion on an everyday basis, if she had to pick her best feature, it would probably be her butt. It was cute, plump, and shaped just like a peach.

Now, that peach was growing more like a weed instead of a fruit, plumping up as the minutes went on. Rukia's backside was expanding beneath her, pushing her up in the chair as her soft rump filled up with more adipose to give it a rounder, softer appearance. Rukia remained oblivious to her growth, even as she kept bringing her hand down to tug on the hem of her skirt, or pull the panties out of her butt crack. As her cheeks widened, her cute white underwear kept getting caught between the swollen mounds, which was uncomfortable, and distracting. So distracting that she didn't understand the true reason for the growth, simply seeing it as the panties being undersized. After all, she hadn't worn them in quite a while.

"Hey, Rukia, can you bend down a little?" Tatsuki said after ten minutes had passed. During that time, Rukia's butt continued to expand, lifting her up so high in her seat that Tatsuki's view of the blackboard was obstructed by Rukia's head.

"Huh? Oh, sure," Rukia said, leaning down a bit. She tried to figure out what the issue was, but had no clue why Tatsuki couldn't see the board all of a sudden. She scratched at her butt again. The growth her ass was going through made it itch, but the more she scratched it, the worse the sensation seemed to get. Eventually she stopped scratching and just rubbed it instead, which soothed the discomfort a little bit better. "What the heck?" she said, finding that her rump was a lot softer than it should have been. There was also the unusual fact that she was able to reach the meat of her tush sooner than normal.

"Weird, is my skirt smaller too?" she said. Normally the grey skirt went down to end several inches above her knees. Now though, it was barely down to the lower curve of her butt. She could easily feel up her rump with a simple movement of her skirt. "Ah…" Her ass felt a lot more sensitive as well as she rubbed it up and down with one hand. Her backside had more than doubled in size, lifting her off of the seat by several extra inches, to the point where she looked taller sitting down than she did standing up. Suddenly the bell for lunch rang, and Rukia stood up to go eat with everyone.

"Huh? Come on, I knew I might gain weight on vacation, but that's not supposed to happen until after a few days of junk food and lazing around," Rukia said as she looked at her butt. Her skirt was clinging to her rump like a poorly-cut piece of plastic wrap. As she pat her butt with her left hand to give it an exploratory grope, she found the grey fabric no longer covered up her whole rear. The lower fourth of her ass could be seen just from her standing still, exposing the tiny bit of panties not hidden between the spheres. Her butt cheeks had grown so massive that her hips had to widen to accommodate the new girth, giving her a more womanly stance as she examined her lower body. Her butt was doughy and squishy that her fingers sunk into the massive butt cheek like she was squeezing a marshmallow.

"Rukia, wanna eat lunch on the roof?" Ichigo asked, walking past her, apparently not noticing her distraught expression as she felt up her butt.

"Huh? Yeah, sure, I'll be right there," Rukia said. She didn't have any lunch, so she'd have to go to the cafeteria first and grab something to take up. Thankfully she got there quickly, so the line was pretty short. As she waited in line to get something to eat, trying to decide what would be best today, the strange shudder went over her body again. Her first instinct was to look behind her, worried that somebody was going to grope her enlarged rump, but nobody was there. A strong tingle hit her boobs next, which she definitely felt. Rangiku may have always touted her large bosom, but Rukia knew that smaller boobs were more sensitive. At least, hers were. So she was able to feel the difference when her cute, tiny a-cups began to plump up under her white uniform top. Her nipples perked up instantly inside the shirt, revealing to anyone who looked that she didn't wear a bra, due to the unfortunate fact that she simply didn't need one. That was quickly changing as she stared at her boobs, however. The Soul Reaper's itty bitty titties were joining the bustier ranks of her friends.

"What's going on?" she said, looking down at her boobs. She placed her hands on her chest to try and squeeze them back down to their normal size. As much as she wouldn't mind having bigger breasts, the fact that she wasn't aware of the reason worried her. She blushed as she pushed down on her nipples with her palms, managing to calm them down, but failing to reduce her bust size any. Soon she surpassed Tatsuki's c-cups and was nearing dangerously close to Orihime's large bust size. "This is not normal, okay, what could be causing this?" she said, trying to be analytical about this. Nothing seemed to be that unusual, she hadn't had much to eat today so it wasn't an allergy. Still, there seemed to be no explanation for why her cans were constantly swelling.

"Hey, watch it," the person said in front of her.

"Sorry," Rukia murmured. Her boobs were growing faster now and they'd bumped into the person waiting in line ahead of her. She was sweating now as her boobs became bigger than melons, stretching her shirt to the limit. The buttons on her uniform top were creaking now as the red ribbon around her neck tightened. She had to reach up to release it lest she get strangled by the crimson fabric. "Stop already, I'm bigger than Rangiku now," she muttered, trying once more to push her hooters back into place with a squeeze, only succeeding in busting the top button as her titflesh tried to flow around her hands.

"Damn," the short girl said, realizing after a second that she was next in line. She approached the counter, annoyed to find it was so tall that she had to stand up on her tiptoes. "Nngh, hi, can I get two melon breads please?" she asked. Rukia blushed as she found her breasts were so massive that when she rested them on the counter, they blinded her face from seeing the cashier. They were bigger than any breasts she'd ever seen now. Rukia could feel the air running across the pale skin of her belly. Her shirt had been pulled up by her breast growth, so it could keep trying to contain them.

"Um, yeah, 800 yen," the cashier said, looking down at Rukia's cleavage, something that shouldn't be possible. Rukia fumbled in her skirt, and looked down in embarrassment, making her nose tip into her cleavage.

"I forgot my wallet," she said, remembering that the Chappy-decorated wallet was in her other uniform skirt, which would have been just as insufficient at covering her fat as as her current one was. Her pose, leaned up on her tiptoes on the counter, wasn't doing much to hide her butt easier, making it easier for the people behind her to see her bulging backside and the panties struggling to stay on her booty. Rukia pat down her thighs once again to double-check, and just felt up thighs that had been thickened by her growth to help support her wider hips and plumper rump.

"It's uh, on the house," the cashier said, nudging the breads in Rukia's direction. She blinked, but was grateful, and accepted the breads so she could go to the roof. She hurried up so she could ask Ichigo or Orihime for help with her growth. WIth her boobs bra-less, her tits wobbled around like a leaky lava lamp, creating an eye-catching sight as she ran to the steps and out onto the roof. When she met up with her friends, her breasts had surpassed the size of her head and were still growing.

"Hey Rukia what, whoa, Rukia!" Ichigo said, going from stoic to crazed in just a few seconds. He backed up and pointed at Rukia's chest which was visibly swelling before his eyes. Rukia blushed and tried to cover up her chest with the pieces of bread she'd purchased, showing just how fast they were growing. In just a few seconds, she could have easily fit a dozen pieces of the melon bread in each boob. The girl grew defensive very quickly.

"Shut up! I don't know what's going on, but your staring isn't helping," she said. "I just, ooh… oof," she groaned, dropping the melon breads and clutching her exposed tummy.

"Rukia, what's wrong?" Ichigo said, holding his nose to stop the blood that had begun to leak from his nostrils. He'd never imagined Rukia having boobs before, she seemed doomed to flatchestedness. Considering how often he was around Orihime, one would expect him to be inured to the sight of giant boobs, but the mammaries Rukia now carried were far bigger than anything he'd ever dreamed of before. Not that he'd ever admit he dreamed of big breasts.

"Hahhh, hahh…" Rukia shuddered for a third time as her body tingled all over, sending goosebumps up her spine and down her expanded boobs. She suddenly moaned as her stomach bulged out, changing from a flat, toned tummy to a pot belly in three seconds flat. "No!" she said, struggling to stay decent. She didn't want to turn into a huge, inflated balloon. The tingles in her body returned, fading from her boobs, but not entirely. They still continued to grow, but at a snail's pace when compared to her stomach, which was puffing up like she was drinking the entire contents of a fire hydrant.

"Ichigo, help me!" Rukia said, watching another button pop on her shirt, exposing more peach-colored cleavage as her boobs continued to grow. She couldn't help but look flushed with arousal, but embarrassment was the stronger emotion at the moment. She tugged on the bottom of her shirt to try and cover her belly, which almost exposed her areolae as her boobs muffined out of the gap in her shirt.

"What do you want me to do?" Ichigo said. This was way out of his field. Despite having two younger sisters, or maybe because of that, Ichigo knew nothing about girl's bodies besides the lewd comics his friend occasionally pushed on him.

"I don't know, just, ooh, oh, nooo!" she cried, feeling her stomach inflate even faster. She grabbed her protruding gut and squeezed it, trying to figure out what exactly was filling her up. It wasn't water or air, it seemed to be nothing but pure fat. But it was keeping her stomach perfectly round as it filled her up, making it look like she was several months pregnant. On Rukia's short frame, it made her look ridiculously swollen, and she was having trouble keeping her balance. "Ooh, god this is heavy," she said, placing her hands under her belly to try and lift it up. The smooth underside felt cool and good to the touch, so she dropped it immediately, making her gut wobble around with such force that the third button on her shirt broke, leaving just two.

"Mmm, it won't stop growing!" she said. Her belly had already surpassed the size of her boobs and butt put together, sticking out more than two feet in front of her in just a few minutes. She had to spread her legs to try and make room for the huge belly, but it did little to actually assist her. "Ooh!" she yelped as the cool breeze from outside made her shiver. With her skin stretched so much, it felt a lot more sensitive than a normal belly, even as it began to account for more than half of Rukia's body weight. She could feel it start to pull on her stomach, and tried to lean back to stay upright. But as her belly grew and grew, she ended up falling to her knees, where it seemed to grow even faster.

"Oooh, I can't stop it," Rukia said, feeling her belly expand on the warm roof, starting to calm her down a bit before the seriousness of her situation got to her once again. All limits of her skin were surpassed so her belly could keep growing, becoming so large it stuck out several feet in front of her. At this rate, her stomach would be larger than she was, and she was helpless to stop it. Ichigo could only watch in shock and awe, covering his mouth as blood dripped down his fingers. He'd never been so turned on in his life. Rukia was a dear friend, and he'd never really thought of her like this before, but a teenage mind was a dangerous, perverted thing. Orihime was looking with a stunned expression on her face as well, but hers was more intrigued than anything else.

"Oh no," Rukia said when she realized her feet were no longer touching the ground. She'd been leaning so far forward that as her belly plumped up to new heights, it lifted her off of the ground. She flailed around helplessly to try and right herself, but it was no good, her belly had beaten her. Her knees started to push into the swollen mound of a gut she had, denting the perfectly round shape. She could feel it growing an inch every second, flowing down towards her crotch where it spread into her thighs, which rubbed up against her sensitive gut as her body continued to grow out of control. Helpless, she tried to pull her shirt down in one more futile attempt at modesty, stopping as soon as the last buttons broke off. The sides of her shirt gave her tits coverage for a few more seconds, but then her boobs jumped up in size yet again.

As her cans gained several extra cup sizes, her areolae were exposed to Ichigo and Orihime. Both orange-haired students opened their eyes wide at the sight of her coaste-sized areolae. Ichigo, because it was the first time he'd ever seen Rukia topless, while Orihime was just surprised that her nipples weren't bigger than that, compared to how large her boobs were. With this latest burst of growth, each melon was three times bigger than her head, and they'd begun to lose their perfectly round, perky shape. The nice subtle firmness that Rukia had when she was completely flat-chested was long gone, and her cans sagged a bit on her belly.

Her belly was a thing to behind, larger than any sumo wrestler. It was like a giant, flesh-colored beanbag that Rukia was straddling at this point. It was easy to see why she was essentially pinned down by the massive gut. She could have curled up and rested inside of it, and still had room for one of Ichigo's younger sisters to cuddle with as well. With her current position, she was actually able to look down at Ichigo, something she couldn't do even if she were to stand on a phonebook on her tiptoes. The girl stopped struggling at this point, simply waiting out the expansion and hoping it would end sooner rather than later. Every second that passed meant she was getting huger, and making it less likely she'd be able to return to normal easily.

As Rukia sat upon her gigantic boulder belly, she took a few deep breaths to try and calm herself down, whimpering as she felt the tingle return to her backside. She groaned as she felt her panties snap off a few seconds later, signaling their inevitable death as her ass grew several inches fatter, sticking out from her back until a whole tray of drinks could have been placed upon it. She let out another moan as her belly stretched out even further. It was so soft and doughy, like an ultra-dense marshmallow. She couldn't believe this had happened to her, this stupid body of hers.

That's when it hit her. Urahara's 'extra' Gigai. Oh, she was going to kick his butt for giving her a defective product. In fact, knowing him, there was a good chance it wasn't even defective. Rather, this was probably something he intentionally cooked up for fun and gave it to Rukia to test it. Well, whether it was an experiment or a glitch, Rukia didn't appreciate it either way. Her panties remained stuck in her butt, and her skirt was now so bunched up around her waist that it might as well not even be there. As soon as she said that, she heard the fabric creaking there too, and her hips widened to the point where her skirt fell off. Rukia just sighed in defeat as her belly continued to grow.

Eventually, everything seemed to stop, and Rukia looked down at her enormous bed of a belly. She had no clue how she was going to get out of here. She couldn't even stand up. The dark-haired fatty attempted to push herself back onto her feet, but her stomach gave her no purchase, her palms simply sank into her girth. Her boobs were the same way, she couldn't get any counterforce from them, they were simply too soft and jiggly. Her cute, tiny legs flailed behind her, rubbing her crotch against her belly for a few seconds before staying still, as Rukia realize that would lead to more problems. Her furious kicks had done little more than arouse her, and had the unfortunate effect of knocking her shoes off of her feet as well.

"R-Rukia, are you done?" Ichigo asked, approaching her cautiously.

"You say that like I was planning to get this big…" Rukia said in a huff.

"Whoa, you mean you didn't want for this to happen?" Orihime asked in her typical ditzy tone. Rukia shook her head, crossing her arms on her bust and leaning her head against them, not wanting to place her face into her cleavage for a mild fear that she'd suffocate in her own boobage.

"No Orihime, I didn't want this to happen. I don't know why it did but I need some clothes very badly now," Rukia asked. Her shirt was so stretched that when she attempted to move her arms, it ripped down the back, and the two halves simply fell to the ground off of her arms."Can you two help me stand up?" she asked. Orihime and Ichigo nodded, grabbing Rukia's shoulders and arms to try and pull her into a standing position. It was difficult, and Rukia wasn't sure if she'd be able to manage it, but eventually she was back on her own feet. Just bare feet as well. Her shoes had fallen over the roof, and she had better luck staying upright when she could push against the ground with bare soles. So, Rukia ended up entirely naked, looking a year overdue with sextuplets, an ass that could have stopped a semi-truck, and boobs that could have been passed out to the entirety of the Soul Society Women's Foundation in such a way that everybody ended up with d-cups or bigger.

"Great, what am I supposed to do now" Rukia said, trying to make herself modest. Luckily for her, her belly was so massive that it hung down past her knees, blocking her womanhood from sight. But her nipples were still blatantly on display, her butt was exposed and quivering, and while it wasn't as erotic as her T&A, Rukia still felt embarrassment about how huge her gut was. It was just a perfect sphere of flab with an incredible smoothness to it that would have been the envy of pregnant women everywhere. Not a stretch mark to be seen. If there was one good thing about this bloated Gigai, that was it. "I need clothes, first off," she said, reaching around each can to try and make herself decent. Even if she spread her fingers wide, she couldn't cover the entirety of her dark nipples. Ichigo blushed as he looked at Rukia before closing his eyes.

"W-Well let's try and get you back to my house first," Ichigo said, peeking through his eyelids to stare at Rukia. Damn his hormones, he thought. Rukia was obviously distraught and he felt terrible for her, but she looked so damn cute and sexy this way! "Orihime can you um, help me, I don't know, make her decent?" Ichigo asked.

"Ooh, I have an idea," Orihime said, reaching for her shirt, and pulling it up over her torso so she was topless as well. Her floral, lacy bra kept her amazing breasts in check, though. "Here we go."

"What the, Orihime, what are you doing?!" Rukia and Ichigo said at once.

"Well I figure if all three of us don't wear shirts, it won't be so abnormal and Rukia will feel better, right?" Orihime said. Rukia blushed and looked at Ichigo.

"She has a point…" Rukia offered. Ichigo grumbled and grabbed Rukia's hand, blushing as his fingers dug into her breast for a moment in his attempt to snatch her wrist.

"I'm not taking off my shirt. Let's just get you back home and have Urahara fix you up," he said, pulling her towards the stairwell. "Rukia stop being difficult, let's go." Rukia had stopped moving, and no matter how hard he tugged, he couldn't get her to come through the doorway. Ichigo turned around and blushed when he saw the true reason why, and saw Rukia's girth wedged into the doorframe with Orihime peeking out over her shoulder.

"I'm not being difficult, Ichigo," Rukia said, grunting. "I'm stuck." She groaned, trying to push herself through, and Orihime was obviously attempting on her end, pushing on Rukia's plump rear with all her might. Ichigo mumbled something under his breath and tried to pull, finding that no matter how hard he tugged, she was well and firmly stuck. In fact, he might have made it worse, judging by how hard she was breathing and the flush on her face.

"Damnit… sorry Rukia," Ichigo said, scratching his head. "I'll just, damn, I'll have to go get Urahara right now and get him to come here. Just, just hold tight!" he said, running off before Rukia could say anything.

"Well I can't really go anywhere," Rukia said, looking down at her mammoth, several-hundred-pound body.

"Don't worry, Rukia, I'm still here," Orihime said, patting Rukia's fleshy backside to get her attention. Rukia let out a gentle smile, thankful for the friendship. She just wished it was under better circumstances. This was not the best way to start off her vacation. Orihime and Rukia had to wait until Ichigo returned, which ended up taking a half hour. In that time, they tried to move Rukia a bit more, but she was still firmly stuck. To her embarrassment, Rukia was starting to get used to being naked. The fact that Orihime still hadn't put her shirt back on was actually helping her.

"Oh, Ichigo's back!" the orange-haired girl said. While waiting, Orihime had climbed up on part of Rukia's belly, finding it softer than any mattress she'd used before. "Where's Mr. Hat and Clogs?" Ichigo frowned as he held up a sign, apparently one ripped from the front of Urahara's Shop.

'Gone on vacation for some R&R. Be back in a week.'

"No," Rukia said. "So what are we going to do?" Ichigo sighed again and held up his hands, showing that he'd bought two bottles of lotion on the way back. "I guess it'll have to do," she said. Ichigo passed one of the bottles to Orihime, and both orange-haired students spread healthy amounts of lotion on Rukia's enormous belly, making her wince in arousal as the cool cream hit her skin. Once she was properly lubricated, they tried to push her through again.

"Ahhnnn…" Rukia moaned as her bare crotch pushed into her belly as Orihime shoved her butt forward, trying to push her through. Ichigo and Orihime did their best to get Rukia through the door, and the short girl tried to help by pushing on her breasts. All their actions seemed to do was turn her on even more, and she wasn't sure if she'd get out before Urahara returned. But the constant pressure on her body, the breeze blowing across her skin, the hands all over her sensitive skin… it was oddly enjoyable. A gentle smile came back to Rukia's face as her blush changed from one of embarassment to one of arousal, and she began to buck her hips against her gut in a more obvious manner to enhance her pleasure. She began to change her mind about this predicament as her nipples bulged out, almost hitting Ichigo in the face. Maybe this was actually the best way to start her vacation.

[BioYuGi]

And, here is an example of a 10 page commission.

Secret Bimbo Outbreak: Code Geass

Lelouch Lamperouge, the Vice President of the Ashford Academy Student Council, carried himself like a prince. It was a hard habit to break when he actually was a prince, regardless of the fact that he had been exiled years ago. He'd managed to build a decent life at Ashford Academy, but the memories of his life as royalty still lingered in his mind like a bad itch. Not to say life with his sister was bad, but he constantly felt like he was wearing a mask. He wasn't the only one in the Student Council that lived a double life, however. In fact, Lelouch currently found himself spending the afternoon with the 'sickly' Kallen Stadtfeld, a beautiful redhead who hid her own origins from everyone else as well. The two of them had been chosen to balance the budget while Milly, Shirley, and the other members of the Student Council attended to other duties.

"I hope Nunnally won't mind me being late tonight," Lelouch said to himself as he sorted the budget for the athletic's club into its proper folder. Kallen tilted her head as she refilled a stapler.

"Does this happen often, Lelouch?" Lelouch turned to look at her, "You being late, that is."

"Not always. Usually on days like this when we have a lot of work, I always try and get out as fast as I can," replied Lelouch. "I understand this is important work. I'm not one to shirk duties after all. I just don't like to leave Nunnally for too long." Satisfied with his answer for now, Kallen directed her attention to some documents that were spilled all over the floor.

"Damnit," Kallen said, angrily huffing as she walked over to a fan and flicked it off. "The wind must have blown these papers off the table!" she muttered. Kallen bent over to collect the papers and put them back in her proper order, unknowingly giving Lelouch a nice view of her skirt-clad butt. Even if she had noticed, it wouldn't have been much of a big deal. Lelouch only stared for a second, purely to check and see if she'd need any help. While Lelouch wouldn't say her butt was unsightly or anything like that, his mind was always focused on more important matters. Sexual desire was very low on his list of priorities, and Kallen was somewhat aware of it. After all, this was the same boy who had stood outside while she showered and he hadn't so much as peeked at her naked, dripping wet body.

"Need any help?" Lelouch asked.

"Oh no, I'm quite alright," Kallen said, turning around to give him a gentle smile. Just like most of her Stadtfeld persona, it was a fake grin. Inside, she was fuming for several reasons. Namely, that she had to play a sick girl again, she's alone with the one guy she couldn't stand, and the laws of nature were conspiring to make her life miserable.

It was mildly ironic that Kallen chose to use the word 'conspire' to describe that particular moment. Because very soon, the gods of fate were about to cast their hand in ways that would change her life forever. Lelouch's phone vibrated twice, implying that he received a text message. The young man learned his lesson well from a brief incident in the ghetto, where his life had been put in danger after the unfortunate timing of a phone call. Now he always kept his phone on vibrate. Lelouch sighed and flipped open his phone to examine the message, making a confused sound as he looked at the text. The stupefied expression on his face was definitely not something one would expect on the handsome, intelligent boy's face.

'Have fun being a braindead bimbo. Now that you've read this your life is going to be nothing but sex and fucking. Enjoy the new tits.'

Lelouch yelped like a girl at the message, a very embarrassing reaction for the boy. To be fair though, he wasn't the most masculine man in the school. Kallen heard his scream and looked over her shoulder to see the boy still staring at the screen as it flashed twice in his face. The boy almost dropped the phone as he fell backwards onto a chair, shaking his head. Kallen watched as his brow furrowed, as if trying to process what he had just read. She snapped her fingers to try and get his attention.

"Lelouch?" she asked, looking down at the phone in his hands. She snatched it out of his grasp and stared at the message, assuming it was some prank from Milly or perhaps Rivalz. The words she saw only heightened the possibility of that being the case. Rivalz was a horndog and Milly was the most perverted person Kallen had ever met. But the number didn't seem to match anybody in the Student Council, and that was the last thought Kallen had before the screen flashed and she dropped the phone in Lelouch's lap, steadying herself on the edge of a nearby desk. She groaned as Lelouch let out a husky moan from the depths of his throat, bucking his hips up towards the air as a powerful transformation began to ripple through his body, and Kallen's as well.

It started with Lelouch's hair. His slick, brown coif of black hair was getting longer and longer by the second. Some of the locks that hung down his forehead began to get pushed aside by an invisible force as they lengthened and became more lustrous. Lelouch already was able to obtain some good-quality grooming products, so his hair was already quite well-kept and soft to the touch, but it soon became even softer than normal. It was like goosedown feathers were brushing against his face as his ebony locks lengthened, making him shiver at the touch. His purple eyes were a bit glazed over as his hair continued to grow, spreading down past his neck and moving towards his ass at a steady rate. The hair became neater and smoother, staying soft but also becoming firmer as it grew, making it easier to style and stay in place if he wished to do something different with it. Despite Lelouch not normally caring about such things, a few ideas on what he could do with longer hair were starting to invade his thoughts.

The hair rubbing on his face did feel wonderful after all, and distracted him even further from the realization that his face was changing. His chin was softening a bit, losing its angular edge as his face rounded out, losing his boyish charm in exchange for an even more feminine look. Lelouch was already somewhat girly, though he could act more manly when required. Now though, he looked like the kind of boy that spent a bit too much time in front of the mirror, pampering his face with scented oils and lotions to make his skin smooth as marble.

"Ahh..nnngh…" he groaned as his face continued to change, nose thinning and lips starting to plump up. His violet eyes, a striking example of his royal heritage, began to lighten and change hue, slowly shifting from a dark purple to a pinker shade. He bit down on his lower lip as it started to fill with softer, more sensitive flesh, creating a beestung look that was soon mirrored by the lip atop it. He gripped the armrests of the chair as his hips bucked again. The boy was vaguely aware of strange sensations in his head. There was a faint sound like a freshly-opened bottle of soda was pressed up against his ear, and the carbonation was popping right into his head. Lelouch gulped down a breath of air as the room seemed to get blurry thanks to his eyes morphing. There was a slight nagging in the head that this was wrong, that he should be fighting it. His body was transforming into a girly figure and he had to try and do something to stop it. But as fast as that thought came to Lelouch, it slipped away like it was covered in grease.

"Mmf…" The boy groaned, twitching in his chair as his fingers dug into the plush material of the armrests. Scratchmarks soon appeared thanks to his nails starting to lengthen, becoming pointed and manicured, a mark of true femininity.Lelouch couldn't even recognize his own changes, even as his fingers slimmed and the mild traces of body hair on his arms faded away into nothing. His slender arms became a bit stronger, as Lelouch was an incredibly fragile person. But as the text had ordained, he'd need a more durable body to put up with what his body would be going through on a regular basis. While the skin of his arms stayed incredibly soft, they became capable of more acts of strength, ensuring the boy would be able to squeeze with all his might, or support his own weight if he tried to climb up a pole, for example.

"Hahhh…." As Lelouch continued to pant and moan, his voice softened. The dominating tone of voice that commanded a literal army slipped away from him, being replaced by a voice as soft and soothing as rose petals. As Lelouch's hair reached a length where it went past his shoulders, he leaned his head back and moaned up at the ceiling, The next time Lelouch pushed his hips out, against his will, they came back wider than before. His toes curled in his shoes as a strong tingle overcame his body, ensuring that even if he were able to recognize the changes going through his body, he'd be too weak and paralyzed to do anything about it. Not that there was any hope for Lelouch at this point. He'd read the text and his fate was forever changed. No longer would Lelouch pass his time with revenge plots and chess games, there'd only be wet dreams and pillow fights in his future.

Lelouch's crotch shivered. At some point during the strange, transformative process, Lelouch had gone hard, and his erection was pushed up against his thigh. A thigh that was steadily plumping up to give him more lush lower body. His manhood twitched as it was slowly surrounded by more soft flesh as his thighs became softer and smoother to the touch, while the changes rippled down to tone out his calves as well. Lelouch's hips extended a few more inches, stretching the seams of his pants. They were getting so tight around his womanly thighs and matronly hips that he let out another groan of pleasure from the pressure being put on his more sensitive legs. Even without the power that had forced his body to stay still during this transformation, Lelouch would have had a tough time biting back the erotic thrill he was experiencing right now. It didn't take too long for Lelouch's hips to extend past his shoulders, with thighs as plump and soft as pillows, with legs that had shortened calf muscles, ensuring that Lelouch would feel the urge to walk on tiptoes at all times.

"Oooh…" Lelouch's voice was now completely girly. Any trace of an Adam's apple had vanished from his slender neck. His hands, and their inch-long nails left the comfortable armrests of the chair and moved to the softer pastures of his lap instead, stretching out to reach to his knees as his toes curled in his shoes. His feet slimmed down as well, with a similar change happening to his toes so they were dainty and cute. Lelouch's need to walk in a dainty fashion was aided by the transformation affecting his shoes next, turning ordinary shoes into a pair of sexy, purple heels that glimmered in the light. They fit his new feet perfectly, and while normally he'd be mortified at the idea of wearing heels, Lelouch was too far gone to notice or care. He bucked his hips one more time, possibly the last thrust he'd ever give with a fully erect penis. Despite the incredible comfort his cock was in, nestled between two plump thighs that were rubbing against each other, Lelouch began to go soft. Quickly as well, for the boy's penis was reduced to half its length in less than a second, and in less time than that it vanished completely. Lelouch let out a giggle as his manhood disappeared, making way for a new pussy that pressed up against the tight pants.

"Mmm…" Lelouch squealed a bit as her butt and breasts began to expand next, ready to give her a dynamite hourglass figure now that the transformation to a female was complete. Her butt wiggled into the seat as it inched out bit by bit, giving some height to the girl as her rear became more spankable by the second. She bit down on her lip, this time with pure lust on her face instead of the nervous look she had several moments ago. Her flat chest blossomed into a pair of b-cups in no time, pushing out into the inaccurate male's uniform. Every time her boobs grew, her butt plumped up even further, staying only a tiny bit ahead in the growth at first. But as the process went on, it became clear Lelouch was going to end up more bottom heavy, as every inch added to her bust soon added to her to rump in every direction. Her fat butt cheeks began to press into the sides of her chair. Just before her pants were about to rip, exposing the pale, delicate flesh underneath, they began to transform as well, perfectly framing her backside with a sexy skirt. The pants split in two halves, with the top constantly reshaping to become the dark, sultry mini-skirt, while the legs turned into sexy stockings that clung to her body perfectly, changing color to a light purple that stood out against the dark shade of her heels.

Some of the mass for her new endowments seemed to come straight from her waist, as Lelouch's body was squeezed by a phantom force that made it seem like she was wearing a corset, pinching her waist in and accentuating her hourglass figure even further. Just in time for an actual corset to form on her body. The stitching of her shirt was reworked right before one of the buttons lost the fight to hold in Lelouch's boobs. Lelouch took in a breath to help the corset fit around her slim waist, which pushed up her breasts fantastically as they swelled up into magnificent d-cups, which was only just the beginning for how big they'd end up. Lelouch's hair was now hanging down to the small of her back, starting to form a curtain above the shelf of a booty she'd obtained. At the same time, a few locks of hair lost their ebony color, changing from black to pink.

"Ahah ohh…" she moaned, fluttering eyelashes that had become extra-long and sultry in a nanosecond. Her sexy, high-pitched voice made her lips jiggle a bit as they became coated in a layer of pastel pink lipstick, matching her new eyes perfectly. Each sucker was twice as thick as whatever cotton candy-colored lipstick had been used to make up her lips, allowing her to perfectly pout as her tits expanded further, a cup size for every passing sexy thought that made its way through Lelouch's brain. Which, as other thoughts vacated her mind, became quite a large number indeed. Soon each melon was bigger than her head, magnificently displayed in her short, black corset which showed off no less than half of her breasts. Even her areolae were visible, though her nipples remained hidden in the sexy top, awaiting a sneeze or excited bounce to pop free and show off.

But, Lelouch's ass was the true star. The miniskirt that she wore was barely a garment, with as much material as two or three belts stitched together. If Lelouch was able to wiggle her fat ass out of the seat, it would show off at least two-thirds of her rear at all times. Bending over, a task she was only able to do by moving her waist, would expose the entirety of her rear and the lacy black thong she wore underneath. In fact, her long, black-and-pink hair covered up more of her butt than her skirt did, even after it was fashioned into a ponytail that would constantly be tickling the lower curves of her curvy rump. Lelouch licked her plump pink lips as the last bits of the transformation finished up on her, giving her a sexy pair of fingerless gloves that went up to her upper arms The combination gave her a somewhat dominating look while still allowing her to feel whatever she was squeezing. A red necklace, with a pendant in the shape of Lelouch's geass icon, appeared around her neck. It landed perfectly in her canyon of cleavage, drawing attention to it in the same way Lelouch would bring attention to her eye when she used to be a manipulative, cunning man, instead of a sexy, slutty bimbo.

"Mmm… god, I like, really need something rubbing against my pussy right now," she said, moving a manicured nail down beneath her skirt, where her massive pussy was busy bulging against her thong. Her labia was so swollen and aroused that she couldn't cover the entire thing with one hand, but covering wasn't what she wanted to do anyway. "Hey Kallen, mmm, wanna like, fuck or something?" she said, sticking a finger against her lips as she leaned forward a bit, showing off both her breasts and her bulbous beachball-sized bottom.

"Like, duh. What else are we supposed to do, you dumb hottie?" Kallen said, licking ruby-red suckers and flashing a massive boob-window at Lelouch. She'd gone through her own transformation, though unlike Lelouch, Kallen had become bustier compared to the fat-bottomed slut Lelouch had turned into. When the bimboization first affected Kallen, she tried to fight it as hard as she could. She could feel something changing in her, and first tried to blame Lelouch for it. But when she looked over at the black-haired boy and saw that he was going through the same thing as well, she realized the true problem had been the text she'd read. If only she could remember what the number was, she could only remember two digits, 69. No, she said, shaking her head. That wasn't the phone number, was it? It was certainly a good number either way, she thought.

"Unngh, what the hell is going on? Kallen said as her fingers gripped the table with all her might. Unlike Lelouch, she was still capable of some movement, it seemed, but she wasn't sure what she was able to do. Her eyes widened in horror as she watched Lelouch's hair lengthen, and nearly had her eyes pop out of her head when she felt a similar sensation on her own scalp. She moved her hands up to grasp at red strands of hair, hanging straight down her head and starting to reach her shoulders in no time. But soon she felt something else she had to grab instead. Her breasts, already full, heavy, and in the way most of the time, surged out. It was like her boobs were a setting on a machine, and someone just cranked the dial all the way to the right. If her shirt hadn't started to reform into a skimpy, perverted facsimile of her pilot outfit, her shirt would have literally exploded from trying to contain too much tit at once.

"Whoa, no, no no, bad, bad boobies, bad, squishy boobies," Kallen said, flabbergasted by how quickly her voice went from scared to playful. No matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn't vocalize how horrifying this situation was to her. She tried to shout out, to curse, to yell for help, but all she could do was moan and coo. She tried to say 'bastard' and all that came out of her mouth was 'silly biscuit'. It made Kallen giggle, actually, it was a pretty fun thing to call somebody. The other word was so mean and nasty. Kallen tried to smack her face, and succeeded in making her palm touch her cheek, but the impact was the complete opposite of what she wanted. Instead of a hard slap to jerk her back to reality, all she did was tenderly stroke her cheek with a palm that had no trace of the calluses she'd built up thanks to her life trying to overthrow Britannia. In fact, she was losing a lot of muscle tone, which made her knees buckle together in fear. A sexy slut didn't need abs or biceps, they just needed to know how to take a dick or lick pussy for hours without stopping.

"God, stop it," she said to herself, affecting a valley girl accent she didn't even know she could do. To her horror though, it wasn't affected at all. That was simply how she sounded now, like a completely airheaded ditz who only had one thing on her mind. Even then, it was hard to keep something on her mind at all, because her brain was shriveling up like a raisin, and it was hard to balance anything on a raisin. She looked to Lelouch for help and pouted with a whine when she saw his cock start to disappear, a dick would have helped calm her down, and his had looked good and meaty before it popped into a vagina that, if Kallen was honest, sounded pretty tasty as well. "Nngh, this is like, so totally sucky," she said, staring down at her hooters, which were popping out of her chest in a way that said 'ooh, grope us, suck us, stick a cock between us!'

Her breasts had grown to be more than double the size of her head, each. Kallen already had an impressive chest for a girl of her age, but this was a bust that could eclipse her old tits several times over. These were knockers that could echo across a colosseum if they slapped together, cans that would jiggle for an hour if they were given a hard shake, dickmilkers that would make a porn star feel flat and inadequate. Her nipples stuck out brazenly through the boob window that encompassed nearly all of her breast meat. They had gone erect in seconds and it didn't seem that they'd be going soft anytime soon. Each nipple was the size of a plum, only throbbing and lighter in color. Her boobs were a pinnacle of wiggliness, like they'd been filled with a perfectly blended mix of gelatin and pudding, making them dense when they were still but able to defy gravity when they were in motion.

"Whoa," Kallen said as red fingernails pressed against her cleavage, and she found herself running a finger down into her breasts, letting out a coo that got deeper and huskier the further she delved into her tits. "Mmm…" Her eyes firmly glazed over and the last trace of Kallen Stadtfeld and Kallen Kozuki left the girl's mind. In their place, Kallen Kocksucker was born, a bimbo supreme who knew how to use her tits in a million different ways. Or at least, that's what she touted, she couldn't even count that high. Her fingers continued to trace around her boobs, feeling up her wide areolae and the curves of her boobs. The shiny red latex of her top was super hot and made her feel tingly just looking at it, showing off so much boobage that it was probably illegal. But if she was accosted by a policeman, she could always just plunge his meat right into her boobs thanks to the wide window. That's what it was for after all. Well, that, and to show off her belly which was thin, trim, and not muscular at all.

A variety of bracelets went around Kallen's wrists, as well as some slutty earrings that appeared on her lobes without a hint of pain in the girl's eyes. Her lips tripled in thickness to be nice and sexy, allowing her to make the perfect seal over a nipple to suck long and hard without any difficulty. Her eyes gained some sultry eyeshadow as her eyelashes lengthened, giving her a trademark look of a lady in the night, much like the whores in the ghetto she'd insulted several times before. She brushed aside a lock of red hair seconds the bit of red faded away into a mix of pink and blonde, leaving her with hair that was a mix of red, pink, and blonde. It had been growing for a while now, and ended right before it reached her sizable butt, which was perfectly fuckable, but not as doughy and gigantic as Lulu Lamperump's was. It was wrapped up in a dark red pair of booty shorts which appeared to be three sizes too small, judging by how tightly they squeezed her rear, showing off her panty under the shiny material.

The shorts also allowed Kallen to show off her second-best feature as well. Lulu had the better ass and the bigger lips, which ironically meant that Kallen's nickname would be better applied to Lulu instead. But, bimbos weren't exactly known for their intelligence. They were known for bouncy boobs, amazing asses, luscious lips, and as Kallen showed off with her cute cameltoe, a large labia. Kallen's pussy was easily twice as big as Lulu's, bulging out from her slutty bike shorts in a way that made her puffy lips visible from the side. It was impossible to hide her mound with two hands, she was just too much woman to contain. Kallen's shoes changed next, transforming from casual affairs into 'fuck-me' boots that went up almost to her knees, giving her several extra inches of height that would put her nipples right at mouth-level for most lucky men. As a last touch, her hair gained a series of five pink ribbons at the end to give her some extra style and a more girlish look, something she would have hated when she was in either of her other personas. But right now, she was Kallen Kocksucker, and she was horny as could be.

"So like, how do you wanna start?" Kallen said, curling some hair around one of her fingers as she stared at Lulu, trying to decide was part of the sexy girl she wanted to try out first.

"Ooh, well I wanna just, like, dive into your titties!" Lulu said happily, wiggling her hips in a way that made her butt cheeks clap together a few times. Kallen giggled and grabbed a breast in each hand, jiggling them one at a time. It wasn't necessary to entice Lulu as the black-haired girl was already walking towards Kallen with a practiced sway in her steps. Nobody who watched the fatass bimbo approach Kallen would have suspected that this body hadn't ever walked in heels before, she did it with such poise and grace. A grace that was quickly ruined by Lulu intentionally faceplanting herself in Kallen's cleavage.

"Ooh!" Kallen said, giggling happily as she felt Lulu's hands cling to her ass like they were handlebars, pulling herself further into the deep expanse of Kallen's cleavage. It was so easy to get lost in there and that's exactly what Lulu wanted to do. It was a great vacation, though in her head, life wasn't so stressful that she was dying for a vacation anyway. Life was easy when you were this smoking hot and didn't mind dressing up in a way that made it easy for any random Tom, Dick, and Bigger Dick to grab your ass and bend you over the nearest anything. It was just made a whole lot better when the sexiest boobs in the word were wrapped around your face. Lulu began to motorboat Kallen lovingly, moving her head back and forth as she used her lips to make the other woman's boobs vibrate.

"Mmm, bwebwebweb," Lulu mumbled as she puckered her lips over and over again while in Kallen's boobs. There was a little bit of air she was able to get, so she wasn't worried about suffocating, and the smaller amount of oxygen only heightened her euphoric state. Kallen let out a mix between a laugh and a moan as Lulu slobbered over her bosom like a rabid dog, whimpering more like a puppy as those soft marshmallows embraced her head better than any lover. It was addictive, and such a good feeling that she really couldn't get enough of it. The instant she was pulled away from this paradise, she knew she'd be pouting with her marvelous set of cocksuckers so hard that her lips might hurt. But for now she was enjoying herself so much that she didn't even realize that Kallen was preparing for her own turn. The redhead had grabbed Lulu's skirt and was starting to pull it down over those massively wide cheeks, leaving the thong in place, because even a bimbo knew that slutty clothing looked sexier than just being naked most of the time.

"Ahhh, ooh, Kallen, your titties are soooo awesome, gosh they're like the bestest," Lulu said. Her face was as red as the latex outfit Kallen wore. She licked her lips to make sure they were nice and moist, and then planted her lips around one of Kallen's thick, throbbing nipples. It had been amazing she resisted its allure this long. The big nub was like a glowing button just begging her to attack it. It filled up her mouth to capacity and she began to suck, pushing her swollen purple lips into Kallen's areolae as she sucked. She gripped Kallen's butt cheeks harder and gave a few quick smacks to her sexy red backside, starting to hump the other bimbo's thigh to get even more of a rush from her breastplay. It was without a doubt the best pair of tits she'd ever gotten her lips on. While she suckled one nipple, she let go of Kallen's butt after a while and switched to gripping the other nipple, earning more delighted coos out of the redheaded slut's mouth.

"Mmm, yeah, I know! Ah, god, they're like, so sensimative too, ooh, just you sucking me is making me ooh, ooh, ooh!" Kallen bucked her hips as she reached a climax, causing her to shudder. A large wet stain appeared on her tight shorts, outlining her hot, swollen slit even more than usual. The pleasure she'd felt from Lulu's sucking was so good that she hadn't been able to do anything for the last few minutes, but now she was somehow even hornier than she'd been a few minutes ago. Her hands grabbed a hold of Lulu's pale butt, grabbing the thin thong and rubbing it between her fingers.

"Fuuu… Lulu, mmm, you did like, such a good job makin' me cum, but like, I wanna get at your booty next!" Kallen said, squeezing the doughy mounds with both hands as she jiggled her chest to try and free Lulu's face from its deep expanse.

"Mmm, mm, aww.. but I wanna suck the other nipple too!" Lulu said, whining and pushing out her lips in a way that made the top lip pop over the tip of her nose. Kallen rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Like, it's okay, there's gonna be plenty of time for titty-sucking, soon, I like, promise, okay?"

"Yay!" Lulu said. In seconds she was bent over the nearest table, wiggling her butt for Kallen. "Here ya go then! You just haveta keep your promise!"

"Hehe, I will. But right now I promise to make you cum without touching your pussy!" Kallen said proudly, showing a tiny bit of her original hot-blooded nature and competitive edge. She may not have been as strong as she had been, but she still was able to pull her hand back and smack Lulu's ass with a great amount of force, making the jiggly mound bounce around. The impact rippled over into the other butt cheek, causing it to wobble with less sway than the other cheek.

"Oof! Ahahaha, awesome," Lulu said with a ditzy giggle. She shook her butt a bit more, tapping her heels on the ground in anticipation. Kallen hit the same cheek again and again and again, making Lulu lurch forward each time. She knew the black-haired bimbo would start whining soon, wanting the other cheek to get some spanks, but Kallen wanted to tease her a little bit. Much like how Lulu had only thought to suck one nipple before Kallen came, she wanted to try and repeat the favor. Her willpower might not hold out that long though. After all, as the right cheek turned more pink from each repeated smack, the left looked so pitifully pale. And Lulu was shaking it so invitingly, like she was auditioning to be a stripper and wanted Kallen to be the pole.

*smack*

Well, now the left was getting smacked too, but Kallen wasn't keeping it even. She would smack, then pinch, then rub, then spank a few more times. Her palm was actually starting to sting from how many times she hit Lulu's backside. But she knew no matter how many times she did it, Lulu wouldn't feel any pain. The ass was simply too fat for pain to make the long path from her skin to her brain, which was a slow, dusty destination to begin with. Lulu still didn't seem to be satisfied after several minutes of vigorous spanking and urged Kallen to continue. But she wanted to do something else now. She shook her hands off and then reached down, biting Lulu's thong between her teeth.

"Ooh!" Lulu moaned as she felt Kallen's lips brush against her backside. Kallen moaned as she smelled Lulu's tushie. It was an intoxicating aroma like plums and violets blended together. She took a nice deep whiff and licked one of Lulu's butt cheeks, than the other, before biting down hard. She then began to devour Lulu's sweet, fat backside, nibbling and suckling on every inch she could reach while fondling the blonde's ass with both hands. Lulu squirmed under her touch, letting Kallen know she was doing a good job. Her massive breasts swung down the more she sampled Lulu's lower body, eventually popping out of her top and hanging freely. She pushed her face forward, using the momentum to smack her tits under the bottom curves of Lulu's rear, and then dug back in with renewed gusto. She finished Lulu off with a good kiss right in the middle of Lulu's ass, and then Kallen was able to feel Lulu's femcum running down those thick thighs.

"Hehe, I told ya I could do it!" Kallen said, lifting up her head and mashing her tits into Lulu's butt a few times. She bounced back and forth like she was using a child's bouncy toy, making both bimbos laugh with erotic giggles as her nipples popped in and out. One little slip and she'd end up penetrating Lulu's ass with her nipple if she wasn't careful. "Ooh god I'm still like, waaaaay too horny to even think, though!" she said, rubbing the side of her head like it would make her smarter.

"Teehee, silly Kallen, you don't think anyway!" Lulu said, moving her hands down to her pussy. She hadn't touched herself while Kallen was playing with her butt, wanting to see if the pink-and-blonde-toned girl could bring her to orgasm from just spanks and kisses. Now that the challenge had been completed, Lulu wanted to get handsy again, and her pussy was so moist and slippery that several fingers slipped in easily. "Um, I dunno what I wanna do though. There's like, so many things I wanna do with you! Suck on your nipples, bite your nipples, smack your boobies, kiss you, eat your pussy…."

"Ooh, eat my pussy, let's do that one, hehe," Kallen said, biting down on her lip and finding herself on the floor in seconds, pulling down her skintight shorts. When she pulled them off of her puffy cameltoe, some of her juices splashed out from being held in for so long. "Your big, slutty lips would feel so awesome on my cunny!"

"You're right!" Lulu said, wiggling her hips again. It seemed she liked doing that for just about anything said to her. "But like, I want my pussy licked too. I know it's not as big as yours, but your lips are tinier than mine, so it should be okay!" Kallen nodded, and with that, Lulu laid down on top of Kallen, rubbing her pussy into Kallen's face for a few seconds before pushing down on the other bimbo's womanhood with her moist, full lips. Lulu easily placed one of Kallen's puffy lower lips between her overfilled upper suckers, and began to kiss and make out with Kallen's pussy as passionately as she would with any lover. Kallen tasted like cherries and sugar, her juices would have tasted heavenly drizzled over some vanilla ice cream or a pastry.

Kallen's lips may not have been as soft and kinky as Lulu's, but it seemed she had more skill in using her tongue. Her muscle was able to delve into Lulu's pussy and wriggle around in such a way that she had to hold onto Lulu's butt to prevent the girl from squirming too much. Thankfully, Lulu's rear was so massive that Kallen had a lot she could hold on to. The bimbo moaned and lapped at Lulu's pussy like she was trying to get to the center of a jawbreaker, pushing her nose into Lulu's clit to make the girl squirm.

"Mm, ooh, god Kallen!" Lulu said happily, licking some juice off of her slutty lips before diving back in. She stuck her entire mouth into Kallen's giant pussy after spreading it with her delicate fingers. The thick-lipped woman rubbed the outer walls of Kallen's vagina as she kissed inside the other bimbo's slit, soaking up the honey-sweet juices and rubbing her breasts into Kallen's belly. "Oooh, mm, ah, mmph." Lulu knew she should be a better bimbo and just eat Kallen out without talking, but her partner was doing such splendid work that she couldn't help herself. Her ass cheeks kept clenching in response to Kallen's ministrations, as the girl was doing double-duty on Lulu's body.

Thanks to being on the bottom, Kallen got a magnificent view of Lulu's enormous ass hanging above her. While she mostly focused on licking Lulu's womanhood, she let her tongue sneak towards the rear a few times. If she wasn't tasting Lulu's bum, she was spanking it once again, until it was as red and puffy as her own nipples were. Her nips were so erect and rigid that she could have fucked Lulu with them, but that would have meant pulling her pussy away from Lulu's lips. She may be a bimbo, but she wasn't THAT stupid.

The two continued their mutual 69 session for a long time. Time was so fluid to them at this point that they would end up measuring time by the last orgasm they had, or how long it had been since they felt any bit of a pleasurable rush. When they were like this, bodies entwined with lust and on the verge of more climaxes, time slowed down. Their initial transformation into bimbos had only taken a few seconds, but to them it had felt like minutes passed, now the minutes felt like wonderful hours of blissful sex that led to the two cumming what little of their brains remained right out of their pretty little heads.

"Nngh ahh! Ooh…" Kallen groaned, feeling Lulu's ass sit right on her face as the large-bottomed bimbo collapsed in ecstasy. She obviously had the stamina to keep going, but Lulu had a desperate urge to facesit somebody and she knew Kallen would happily accept her fate. "Mmph, mm mnnngh mm mmm-mm!" she mumbled. She had roughly said 'that was the best pussy I've ever licked', it was just hard to make out with a mouthful of butt.

"Hehe, yeah, gosh that was awesome. I love being a bimbo!" Lulu lifted her arms in joy and shouted to the heavens, putting more pressure on Kallen's ass. Her voice was loud enough to get through the walls of the room they were in, unfortunately able to be heard by the two girls outside who, until this second, were completely normal. Once Lulu's words about being a bimbo reached their ears, their chit-chat turned into a series of giggles as they opened the door.

"Hey now. You girls didn't start without us did you? That's very bad! The Slutty Council President should get all first dibs on titties!" The bimbo that had once been Milly Ashford walked into the room wearing a sexy cross between her school uniform and a catsuit, complete with a sexy headband and a cattail that was attached in a way that meant her butt was constantly buzzing thanks to the vibrator lodged between her cheeks. If Kallen's breasts had been massive, MIlly's tits would need an adjective that had too many syllables for a bimbo to pronounce. They were each four times bigger than her head, hanging down past her waist with super-puffy, wide nipples like large ramen bowls. Her blonde hair had lengthened and grown into extravagant curls which hid her plump butt. Milly always had a decent rear and it had grown quite a bit thanks to her transformation, but the golden locks covered it up perfectly.

"Ehehehehe…." Shirley meanwhile had kept a reasonable bust size, only about the size of basketballs, which a butt that was perfectly even, giving her the best hourglass figure of the quartet. But her hair had become ridiculously long. If it wasn't tied up it would have trailed on the ground behind her by several feet. Thankfully, she had it up in several girlish pigtails to give her a cute appearance, which offset the insane sluttiness of her outfit. She was wearing a simple string bikini which did absolutely nothing to hide her nipples or her shaved womanhood, leaving her body ripe for anybody to squeeze, suck, or finger if they so desired. She clung to Milly like a loyal pet, lifting up a foot that was clad in a sexy heeled sandal. Her lips were soft and plump as she reached over and kissed one of Milly's boobs, leaving orange lipstick on the breast. Milly smiled and kissed Shirley back, leaving a sunflower-colored lip mark on her cheek.

"Oh gosh, like, sorry, Prez!" Lulu said, pouting with those kissable purple lips of hers. "I like, totally wasn't thinking."

"Hehe, well that's nothing new!" Milly said giddily. Of all the four, her personality seemed to have changed the least, making her in a way the scariest of them all. She knew more than the others how to pleasure a woman and how to be a massive pervert, and now that knowledge had been amplified a millionfold. "Well you can just make it up to me by using those sweet, sexy suckers of yours on my melons!"

"Yes!" Lulu said, more than happy with this punishment. "Ooh, and Kallen can apologize to Shirley by like, sticking one of her nipples into her sopping wet cunny!"

"Sounds good to me!" Shirley said, giggling. Her laugh was soon joined by a chorus of joyful giggles from the other three bimbos, that continued until the sounds switched to moans, which would echo in the room for hours to come.

[SoylentOrange]

Just a heads up, this guy's seriously legit as a writer. Well worth it in my opinion.

[BioYuGi]

Huh, yeah, I suppose so. Never tackled that particular idea before but would give it a shot.

[BioYuGi]

New commission. This one was a ten-page minimum:

Kyouka's Control

Nagokuren High School was not a place where intelligence was thought of too highly. Sure, the school still had classes, tests, and report cards, but that's like saying a jail valued the well-being of its prisoners just because it had showers, meals, and toilet paper. Nagokuren focused on the more physical abilities of its students. Strength, speed, technique. These were the traits idolized above all else. It's why the school allowed its students to be led by three incredibly strong women known as the Dragons.

One of these women was Kyouka Kagamiin, the Dragon of Power. Oldest of the Dragons, strongest of the Dragons, and bustiest of the Dragons. Even with her ridiculous feats of strength, incredible speed, and vulgar personality, she didn't stand out all that much among the other students of Nagokuren. This was a school that had a yearly competition to see who could demolish a building faster. The former all-girls school was full of intrigue and secrets, not the least of which were the supposed Seven Mysteries of the high school.

One of those Mysteries had been declared as crap for several years now, but in recent weeks the rumor was coming to light once again. A mysterious presence in an abandoned bathroom. Supposedly, any girls that ventured here in the middle of the night were never seen again. This was obviously a problem for the school, and while Kyouka was a violent, crude woman, she was worried about the safety of her teammates. Obviously, only an idiot would go to an abandoned bathroom at night, but Kyouka was no fool. She was in fact one of the most intelligent students, with a ridiculously long list of straight As ever since she was a young girl. She may be smart, but she was also in the mood for a challenge. That was why she had chosen to travel to the mysterious bathroom one Friday night, where she could see exactly what was going on and put a stop to it, whatever it was. She had no idea what she was in for, to say the least.

"Alright, let's take a look here and see what's going on," she said cockily, cracking her knuckles as she opened up the door. The long-haired woman brushed one of her dark blue locks out of the way, securing it behind the hairpin she always wore. She was hoping for a fight, and if there was one, she didn't need her ass-length hair getting in the way. Even if it had, it wouldn't have put her at much of a disadvantage. Kyouka always won her fights, even though she wore the most audacious, revealing clothes she could find. She could kick down walls in her high heels and didn't care if anyone looked up her short blue skirt to see the thong she had picked out to wear that day. The large amount of jewelry she wore should have been a hindrance as well, but despite that, she still went into full-scale assaults with bracelets, rings, and belly button piercings galore. Some might say that her sexy appearance was intended to be a distraction, and considering Kyouka had one of the largest busts in the school, with bouncing, cantaloupe-sized hooters, this was a reasonable assumption to make. However, as Nagokuren was an all-girl's school until just recently, this was not the case. Kyouka just liked wearing nothing more than a button-down shirt that was a completely unreasonable top, considering she didn't button anything and just tied the two ends together under her boobs, accentuating them even further. Kyouka simply liked dressing provocatively and if anybody dared challenge her on it, they'd get a face smashed in by her brass knuckles.

"Hm, can see why they abandoned this crap," Kyouka said as her heels clacked on cold, cracked bathroom tile. The room was cold and slightly damp, there was a lot of moisture in the air and she wasn't entirely pleased about that, considering the probable cause. She moved her hands around the wall until she found a light switch and flicked it up, only to find that a single switch remained powered, barely able to cover the room in light. It flickered on and off at random intervals, helping create a creepy atmosphere that any sane woman would have been bothered by. "Of course. Okay I'm already bored. There better be something here," she said, stepping forward into the bathroom. Like everything else in the school, it was exceedingly large, so there was a fair bit she had to explore. The more Kyouka walked, the more moist the room became. Her shoes stepped in small puddles of water. At least, she thought they were puddles of water.

"The hell?" Kyouka said, lifting up her leg and looking at the bottom of her heel. She raised a dark blue eyebrow when instead of water, she saw something else stuck to her shoe instead. She took one of her pointy nails and pushed it against the purple gunk she saw, examining it for a moment before tossing it off of her finger. "Someone's been here at least, the question is who?" she said. A strange gurgling sound caught Kyouka's attention, and Kyouka looked in one of the stalls in order to see if that's where it was coming from. "Hm, nothing," she said, peering in. As she bent forward to check the stall, something crept up from behind her, but Kyouka was able to sense it. She turned around quickly, causing her breasts to swing around a bit as she turned to face her attacker. The voluptuous woman took an aggressive stance immediately, but it faltered for a split second when she saw what was trying to touch her shoulder.

"What on earth... " she muttered, staring at a writhing pile of pulsing purple tentacles squirming around on the bathroom floor. There were too many for Kyouka to count, but there was a quartet of tendrils much bigger than the rest, two on either side of the beast. Whatever this thing was, it didn't appear to have a face, but Kyouka assumed it was facing her, judging by the way the four main tentacles were all pointing at her. A gloopy sound came out of the base of the creature, which looked like a squished ball of violet spaghetti noodles. It was just a mass of small purple tendrils wrapped around one another, giving a vague impression of a brain. Compared to the central body, the limbs were smoother and more symmetrical, leaking small amounts of purple goo all over the place.

"Well it doesn't take a damn genius to figure this out," Kyouka said as she stared at the tentacle monster. "I take it you're responsible for the missing girls. Well with all those tentacles of yours I guess it's easy for you to snatch up any little gal that wanders in here on a stupid bet or a drunken bender." The girl began to crack her knuckles as she stared the beast that only gurgled at her in response. "Of course, guess you can't really smack-talk back. Well this is gonna get boring really fast. Let's hope you can put up a good fight then!" Another gurgle, and Kyouka charged, punching the tentacle beast right in the center of its gooey body.

There was a loud squelch when her fist hit the centre of mass like an electric wrecking ball. It felt like punching tofu, and was just about as satisfying. Without missing a beat she pulled back her hand to try to land another quick haymaker - only to find her arm wasn't cooperating.The ball of tendrils was so soft and squishy that her hand sunk into the mass. It was like getting her hand caught in the back of a sofa while looking for change, but she knew there was nothing good to be found here.

"Stupid thing, let go!" she said, punching it with her other arm. She had quickly put on one of her trademark brass knuckles before striking it a second time, thinking it would help. It didn't. "Crap, didn't think this through," she said, now that both fists were plunged into the monster. It made that strange, otherworldly gurgle sound once again that pissed Kyouka off to no end. She watched out of the corner of her eyes as it lifted up its huge four tendrils and aimed them at her. It would be hard to dodge an attack from this close, but she'd be able to handle it. The creature shot at her with its limbs, trying to strike her. She managed to evade its attacks, though her movements had the unfortunate side effect of making her hands sink deeper into the center of mass.

"Damnit," she said. Kyouka didn't notice that she was now more trapped than before, but the tentacle had torn her shirt a bit, making her groan in frustration.

"Lrrr?" The monster leaned one of its tentacles towards the part of her breast that was exposed, making Kyouka smirk.

"Oh you like these, do ya?" she said, lifting up a leg and kicking the tendril away. Unfortunately for Kyouka, the laws of physics still applied here, and the force of her kick barreled her into the massive beast yet again, until her arms were sunk in halfway to the elbow. She groaned and tried to pull herself free, grunting with exertion as she attempted an escape. The Dragon was smart enough not to try and step on it for leverage. It would just get her shoe stuck, and she liked these heels.

"Hmph," Kyouka looked around, trying to see if there was something that could help her out of this mess. The four tendrils weren't swinging at her like whips anymore, which confused her, it had her at an obvious disadvantage. Maybe if she kicked off of the ground hard enough, she could struggle free. "Hnngh!" she said, kicking the ground so fast that the tile cracked. She launched herself in the air and Kyouka felt her arms start to slide out, but the monster reacted quickly and reached up with its tendrils to grab her by the breasts, pulling her towards it. "Damnit, get off!" she yelled, feeling it squeeze around her boobs. Her arms tried to escape, but it was no good, she was pulled in past the elbows, and now she was so close to the monster that she could have headbutt it. Which she was highly considering, but this would have been a very bad idea.

"Cleverer than you look," Kyouka said, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. "And that's not a compliment either. You'd have to be a limbo champ to get under that bar," she said, snickering. The beast gurgled again and then swung one of its tentacles at her. She tried to move, but wasn't quick enough this time, and there just wasn't anywhere for her to go. It hit her hard, and Kyouka raised an eyebrow when the point of contact for the tendril was right on her meaty butt cheek. It hurt, sure, but definitely not what she expected. It was more a playful swat than anything else.

"Are you… what, playing with me here?" she said, sounding offended. She only got a gurgle back in response, and another teasing swat on the opposite cheek. Kyouka didn't react much to the swat, just muttering how much she wanted to kick the ass of this thing. Even if she had to punch the thing until it sprouted an ass that she could actually kick. Wherever this thing came from it needed to be beaten to a gooey pulp. Well, more of a gooey pulp than it already was. But in her current situation, she couldn't exactly do much except kick it, which would only leave her stuck further. The tendrils spurt out a tiny bit of purple goo over her bust and then proceeded to slowly pull her shirt to pieces, an easy feat considering how overfilled it was to begin with. Soon her full breasts were bared to the purple beast and it stared at them through its tendrils, all four of them pointed at her tits expectantly. Evaluating the situation made it pretty clear what was in her immediate future. Fine then! Let this thing have its fun. She'd wear it out long before it broke her. This thing was hugely underestimating a Dragon's stamina levels!

"Heh, bring it on then!" she shouted, baring her teeth like it had bared her breasts. It had gone for her breasts right away so she thrust her chest out, waiting for it to grab them again. But instead, she saw the tendrils move down and go towards her legs. "Oh more of an ass man then? Fine, whatever, missing the best part in my opinion but I can handle it either way," she said confidently. Kyouka would be mighty pissed when this thing ripped her skirt, but as long as she got to take this thing out eventually, she could live with it.

"Ah!" Damn, Kyouka hadn't expected that. Instead of plunging right into her ass or trying to fill up her pussy with whatever glop this thing created, it just rubbed its tendrils along the inside of her legs in a slow, sensual manner. She looked utterly confused as the two bottom tentacles just continued to caress her legs, rubbing against her pale skin with soft motions. It was still dripping bits of purple slime all over her legs, which irritated her to no end, but the leg rub itself was oddly… enjoyable? Kyouka hadn't expected it to be so calm. "The hell are you doing?" she asked.

The only response Kyouka got in return was finding out where the top two tentacles were heading. she nodded, prepared to take on whatever perverted whimsy they had in mind. Obviously the leg rub was just an excuse to fondle her legs and try and stretch out her muscle so it could get deep inside her slit. Now it would coil around her breasts like a snake around its prey. Again, Kyouka's assumption was wrong. With her shoulders naked, the top two tentacles just started to rub her shoulders, giving her a soothing massage that made Kyouka sigh in a bit of relief, only for her to grit her teeth to force an aggressive expression back on her face.

"Oh, what's that? You're trying to butter me up? Feh! Get on with it already, stop wasting my time," she muttered, trying to hide the fact that the gentle bit of foreplay was affecting her more than she wanted to admit. Kyouka was a tough, take-no-prisoners kind of woman. She didn't need this kind of treatment from a partner. Hell she couldn't even consider this thing a partner, it wasn't even human! "Gah, what is your deal anyway?" she said, shuddering a bit as her back arched against her will. Whatever this thing was, it knew all the right buttons to press to make Kyouka shudder in calming pleasure. She was starting to feel oddly relaxed despite her dire situation. This wasn't going exactly as planned.

The massage to her body seemed to last for at least ten minutes, but with it being so dark, Kyouka didn't really know how long it went on. All she knew was that by the end, her arms, torso, and legs were coated in purple slime from the tiny secretions of the tendrils. Whatever that slime was, it seemed to have either calmed her down beyond what the massage would have done, or it was making her skin more sensitive. Maybe both. Either way she had to fight it, and Kyouka was definitely a fighter.

"Nnngh, stop playing with me!" she said, getting aggravated now. It was almost worse getting teased instead of just being used as a sex toy, like she assumed the other missing girls had become. It probably had a stash of them hidden away somewhere she couldn't see. The tentacle monster seemed to give in to her request, as it pulled away from her shoulders and legs. One tendril hovered right in front of her face, moving around a little bit. "Yeah yeah, I know what you want. You're lucky I'm not gonna just bite it off," she said with a smug grin. She opened her mouth wide, preparing herself to suck for hours if she needed. She knew she could outlast this thing no matter how long it took. However, instead of the forceful thrust she expected, the tendril just traced around the outside of her lips, like it was applying a layer of purple lipstick to her mouth.

"Ugh…" she groaned, blushing a little bit, something she would never admit ever happened to her no matter the circumstances. Even if she were to be tied up in a situation just like this with six of these monsters around her, nobody would ever know that she blushed. Even if a certain person close to her had been able to see a faint pink on her cheeks now and then. Finally, the tentacle started to slide inside her lips. She sighed, glad to get this over with. But as soon as it went inside her lips, it pulled out, and stroked the side of her cheek like she was trying to get her to make the first move. It was a bit of bait she took like a hungry fish. "Fine I'll just do it myself!" she said, leaning her mouth forward to grab the tendril in her mouth.

This was definitely not the kind of challenge Kyouka originally had in mind when she approached this tentacle monster, but she still wasn't going to back down. She had to defeat this beast and prove that she was superior. If she weakened it a bit, hopefully she could get her hands free, and then she could figure out a way to bring it down for good without subjecting herself to further sexual torment. Curious, Kyouka tried to move back as she sucked on the tendril in her mouth, to see if the creature could be pulled with her. It was definitely big and heavy, but it didn't look so massive that Kyouka would be unable to move it. The purple, slimy creature appeared to shake and shimmy a little in response to her movements, but not enough to really move it from its current location. It seemed the goo it had spread around had stuck to the floor, causing it to be lodged in place as well.

"Mmph…" Well, nothing left for Kyouka to do at this point except continue to fellate the beast that had her partially ensared. She was definitely a promiscuous woman, but giving a blowjob to a tentacle had never really crossed her mind before. It wasn't as bad as she expected it would be. The taste was more bland than anything else, while the goo dripping out of it actually had a mildly sweet and sour flavor to it. That was good, at least the experience would be mildly enjoyable for her. Kyouka's soft lips wrapped tightly around the tendril as she moved her head back and forth, bobbing it around like she was a duck trying to grab pieces of bread dropped in a lake. The gooey appendage slid around her mouth, moistened by its own slime and Kyouka's saliva. She could feel her drool start to leak out of her mouth, not wanting to swallow yet. But, that was getting harder to put off the more she sucked on the tentacle. Her rate of saliva production seemed to be higher than normal, but it was difficult to tell with the amount of purple tendril stuffed in her maw.

"Mm-hmm," Kyouka began to mumble and vibrate her lips as she sucked on the tentacle, wanting it to cum as quickly as possible. Or, if not cum, then at least be satisfied to the point where its constitution would be weakened. Damn, if she had her hands free this could be so much easier, she could just work the shaft and caress it to make it twitch and writhe around even more than it already was. The dark-haired woman could feel it shudder in her mouth, and she swallowed a mass of light purple slime and her own drool, pulling the tentacle further down her mouth by accident. She swore it was far enough down her throat that she should have gagged, but nothing happened. Kyouka's uvula seemed to be numbed thanks to the goo she swallowed, allowing her to take the tendril even deeper into her mouth than she normally would have. "Nngh, mm-ffmfm…" she mumbled, wanting to spew out some perverted, rude comments, but finding it hard to do with a mouthful of purple phallus.

Eventually, Kyouka's lovely tongue technique was enough to make the tendril twitch in her mouth, allowing her to feel a big load of slimy purple goo shooting down her throat. The powerful woman had no choice but to swallow it, and to her surprise, it was actually pretty good as it went down her throat, making her moan in pleasure. A pleasant, tangy taste that she wouldn't have minded spread across some rice or noodles, under the right circumstances of course. Kyouka had a fairly big appetite, so she knew she could swallow a lot more of this goo, which was good, as the tentacle didn't seem to stop sliding in and out of her mouth with enthusiasm.

"Mmm, alright then," Kyouka said, pulling her mouth out for a moment so she could add a bit more pizazz to her technique. She started by grabbing the tendril about a foot away with one hand, squeezing it gently, like she was trying to keep a hold of a canary without crushing it. The big-breasted woman slowly moved her hand up and down, adding a handjob to her oral display, as she licked the tip of the tendril and swirled it around her lips. Her mouth tingled as more slime oozed out of the monster. "Gosh you're just full of this stuff aren't you?" she said with a chuckle. She squeezed it a bit harder, to stop the slime from seeping out. After a few moments, she noticed that there was a bit of a bulge forming in the tentacle, right below her wrist. "Uh-oh, hehe, getting backed up? Well maybe if you ask nicely I'll-" Apparently, 'asking nicely' translated to 'fuck my breasts' in tentacle language.

Whatever this tentacle monster was, it didn't enjoy being toyed with, especially after being nice enough to offer some foreplay to this bitchy woman who had intruded into its domain. The blowjob had been nice but it still wanted more, and her full, immense breasts were still obviously on display and ripe for the groping. Taking two more of its big, thick tentacles, the monster reached for Kyouka's breasts and coiled around their base, making them lose their perfectly round shape for a few seconds as it squeezed and manhandled her breasts with every intention of making her lose composure. But, that was not something that Kyouka lost easily. She smirked as she continued to stroke the tentacle near her mouth, plopping the tip into her mouth to suck on it once again as it played with her breasts. This was more like it now, more of a competition between the two. The beast would molest her chest and she'd get it to cum as many times as she could. Whoever held out the longest would be the victor, and Kyouka was confident she would come out on top.

However, Kyouka did feel a mild note of panic that she quickly suppressed. It wasn't a major deal she supposed, but it was something she should have noticed a lot earlier. Her hands had been freed now for several minutes. Of course they had, she'd been jacking off the tentacle for a while. but it hadn't even registered in Kyouka's mind that she should use her freed hands to try and use a different approach to defeating the monster. Her mind had jumped straight to jacking off. Well, she was stuck doing this now, Kyouka was going to finish what she started. Besides, it was kind of enjoyable getting her breasts fondled and squeezed like they were. The tentacles knew what they were doing. She certainly hoped the monster had a decent technique after all the girls that had gone missing in this bathroom. If they'd fallen prey to some pathetic creature that could barely get a girl off and went limp after blowing one load, she had no pity for them.

"Mmm, not bad," she said as it continued to squeeze her breasts, pulling on her tits in alternating fashion, one after the other. "Hey there's no milk in there so don't bother trying to get any out," she joked with a sneer as she went back to sucking and tugging on the tentacle in her mouth. Now she was using two hands to stroke it, and was soon rewarded with another dose of jizz that filled up her mouth like a thin milkshake. "Mmph, quick one that time. Don't tell me your stamina is running out already!"

For a girl that had a very intelligent mind and was a hard-working student, sometimes Kyouka's mouth acted before her mind could tell her to shut up. Yet again, she had insulted the monster and it took offense. Well, no more playing around, it decided. Her breasts were amazing, yes, but, they could be better. Not to mention there was more it could do to her rack than just squeeze her melons with varying levels of strength. As an otherworldly creature with a body that defied all laws of natural selection, it had a few tricks up its nonexistent sleeves. The monster released its grip on Kyouka's boobs and looked right at her nipples like a cobra ready to strike. Then, with a sharp thrust, it launched both tentacles right at her nips like a twin torpedo attack. Kyouka groaned as her nipples were penetrated by the two tentacles, and they started to push into her boobs with small thrusts.

"Ahh, h-hey, dirty trick!" Kyouka said, before smirking and raising the corner of her lip with a smug expression on her face. "I like that," she admitted. The beast was pragmatic and knew when to take advantage, just like her. This was the perfect opponent for her. She worked her hands harder as she stroked the beast off, and went back to sucking it down her throat, when she saw something unusual taking place in the creature's tendrils. The ones that were currently attached to her breasts writhed around for a few seconds, and then seemed to stiffen in place. Kyouka tilted her head, tendril still between her lips, as she saw bulges form in the tentacles. They moved down the tubular limbs and grew bigger the closer they got to Kyouka's breasts. Before she could sarcastically ask what the bulges were, she found out first-hand. The young woman gulped in surprise as thick blasts of goo came out of the tentacles and went right into her breasts. She was shocked, knowing there shouldn't have been a place for the slime to go, but it was absorbed by her breasts in no time at all. That's when a heat began to build up in her chest that made Kyouka's face turn red.

"Ahh, wh-wha…." she muttered, groaning as she put a hardened expression back on. She stopped her sexual play with the tentacles and watched as her bust swelled before her eyes. The slime was building up in her breasts and making them expand with each drop of purple fluid pumped inside of her. In no time at all, her bosom had nearly doubled in size from large breasts that were already stripper-size, to tits that were about the size of her head. "Oh, damn, that's… hm…" Kyouka was torn. On the one hand, she had no problem being more top-heavy. It might affect her balance but she was a fast learner and would adjust easily. Not to mention, she had been planning on getting some nipple piercings at some point and this would only enhance the look. However, now she knew the tentacle monster had an undeniable advantage over her. She could already feel a bit more sensitivity in her boobs as the tendrils went back to thrusting in and out of her nipples. It would surely make them bigger soon, and probably again after that. This meant she had to defeat the beast before she was made immobile or lost herself to the pleasure.

"Piece of cake," she said confidently. The woman cracked her knuckles and buckled down. Quickly, she got on her knees, to prepare for her breasts inevitably getting bigger. She had incredible strength, but she needed to reserve her stamina so she could outlast the monster. That meant being careful and safe. Already she felt another load building up in her cans, with the telltale bulge forming in the tendrils as big wads of goo traveled down to plump up her tits yet again. She bit down on her tongue as she saw something similar happen to the tendril she was blowing, and decided to fight fire with fire. "Oh, mm, wanna blow up in my mouth, huh?" she said, squeezing hard. The bulge stopped immediately, but didn't go away. In fact, it only seemed to grow in response to the pleasurable grip Kyouka had on the tendril. "Hehe, well you're gonna have to wait a while. Let you get all backed up and then release it all at once. See how long you can last in that case," she said.

While Kyouka's plan went into action, her breasts continued to be tormented by the tentacle monster, thrusting in and out of her breasts in a steady rhythm. Occasionally, the other tendril that had yet to do anything would come up and massage her boobs, as if wanting to make sure they were still healthy and soft after repeated doses of expanding slime. Kyouka appreciated the sentiment, but really, if it was that concerned about her well-being it could just not screw her constantly. After a few more spurts of high-octane jizz right into her swinging hooters, her breasts had grown to huge sizes. From her position on her knees, her breasts hung down almost to her waist. Despite how heavy and gigantic they had become, they were still as perky and perfect as they had ever been. They kept the trademark teardrop shape that all large breasts should rightfully have, with nipples as big around as one of Kyouka's clenched fists. Each one of Kyouka's hooters was about three times as big as her head. She was now the proud owner of breasts so big that one of her old shirts wouldn't have even wrapped around a single boob. The sensation of her breasts being pumped by the tentacles was quite remarkable. Kyouka hadn't yet climaxed despite all the sensations building up in her tits, but she was getting quite close. She knew that if that happened it would be a big hit to her stamina, but for now she was still in control.

She'd been continuing to tease the tendril in her hand for several minutes now, giving it constant licks and kisses while stroking it with both hands when she could. Curiosity got the better of her every once in a while and she couldn't stop herself from reaching down to feel one of her mammoth breasts. These things would undeniably get in the way, and cause more than a few problems for the only real male in her life. Shoot, considering how he reacted to anything perverted, he might literally die if he saw her cans like this, even if she cared enough to properly wrap them up and conceal her extra-long cleavage or her throbbing nipples. But for now she had to try and win this competition before things got out of hand. By which she meant, before things got to the point where she couldn't use her hands to lift her breasts anymore. She took a good, long look at the tentacle she was holding, which had been backed up for several minutes now. It was throbbing and twitching like a hose with a kink in it. The mass of expansion gunk was a huge sphere bigger than her head, ready to go off at any moment. A tiny bit of purple slime managed to leak through the tip at the end of the tendril, taunting Kyouka with what was to come. Well, if she wanted to win, she had to do it eventually. Kyouka let go of the tentacle and clamped her mouth down over the tip, sucking as hard as she could as she felt the purple cum shoot into her mouth, filling it to capacity. She swallowed hard as it released its bounty into her, thinking she was prepared for it. She wasn't. As soon as she swallowed the last of it, Kyouka's body climaxed in a way that made her tremble like an earthquake was ripping through the school, shaking the ground with an impossible magnitude.

"Nngh, oogh, guuhh!" she moaned out loud, rubbing the tentacle so fast it looked like it would start to smoke from the friction. Thankfully it was nice and moist so that wasn't an issue. This orgasm would cost her either way though. Her body got out of control for a moment, and bent forward, so her butt was lifted up in the air. The fourth tentacle decided now was the time to make it move. It slid around and gave a few meaty thwacks to her firm backside, which made Kyouka's legs twitch from the swats. "Oof, fuck," Kyouka said, trying to catch her breath. Okay, now she had all four tentacles occupied, it couldn't get any harder from here. Unless fate decided to do her in the butt just like tentacle number four had. "Nnngh!"

"Damn, ooh," she groaned as she felt the meaty tentacle start to slide into her rear. It had started off slowly at first, just prodding her entrance as the length of the tendril rubbed between her butt cheeks like a hot dog trying to find its home inside of a bun. However, this was a lot thicker, slimier, and meatier than any hot dog Kyouka had ever seen. When it went into her ass after several seconds of teasing, Kyouka's hand let go of the tentacle near her mouth so she could brace herself as her knees gave out. All at once, so many things happened that she had trouble processing it all. The tentacles let out two huge bursts of expanding cum into her breasts right when her ass was penetrated, and another dose slipped between her lips and slithered down her throat, making her body tingle with desire. Her whole body felt mildly electrified, and Kyouka only just now realized that continuing to swallow jizz which made her tits grow wasn't the smartest decision, it appeared to be changing her body from the inside-out, making her more sensitive. She should have known better, but it was too late to stop now. The purple tube was lodged between her soft lips as she continued to suck, and small bulges began to make their way down the innards to fill up her stomach once more.

"Oof, damnit," Kyouka muttered to herself over a mouthful of tentacle. She was starting to lose control of the situation, best demonstrated by how she was now leaning on her breasts as they were pumped up even further. It was hard to tell as her vision was a little blurred, but the bulges from the tentacles in her nipples seemed to be getting bigger with each load they squelched into her rack. But no, that would be ridiculous, she thought. If it wanted her that big to begin with, surely it would have gone right for the money shot and not wasted time with smaller doses. Unless of course, there was something preventing it from doing so. Something like, for example, Kyouka's body not being malleable enough because she hadn't swallowed enough weird purple slime. Now that she'd swallowed so much, her body was even more pliable, as shown by the way her nipples stretched to allow the bulging sphere of gunk to fill up her boobs. Kyouka had to regain control of the situation.

"Nnngh, oof, not so fast," Kyouka said, gulping down the last bit of cum in her mouth. She could have spit it out, maybe, but the thought didn't quite register in her head at first. It was only when another dose hit her boobs and she was pulled further forward that she realized her mistake. Her breasts absolutely dominated her figure now. Just one alone would have been larger than her torso. Her areolae were like pink plates on the massive spheres of her breasts, with her nipples so wide and expanded that they could have fit soda cans inside of them. The thought of a chilled, solid soda can getting wedged inside her breasts almost made her climax again, but she fought off the urge to relieve her urges with an orgasm. Her butt was lifted up high in the air like a female wolf waiting to get mounted. Luckily, tendril number four was already on task.

"Heh… don't think you're gonna win this," Kyouka said, squeezing the tentacle right near the tip where she thought it would be the most uncomfortable for it to be squeezed. Her other hand rested on her left breast, slowly moving it left and right to caress the soft, pillow mound. They really had gotten super sensitive, just a light rubbing would have been enough to get her nipples erect if they weren't constantly being plowed by purple phalluses. As soon as she squeezed the tendril and prevented it from releasing more goo into her throat, it started to back up. Kyouka smirked, thinking that if she held off until it was ready to explode, she could get control back. But it just kept building up a dose of slime, and her eyes widened in surprise. At first. Soon, her eyelids lowered again, and her face took on a pink sheen as she found her hips bucking to a rhythm she hadn't even noticed before.

The lone tendril that had slipped into her rump was releasing a steady stream of purple slime as well, and it felt even better than the fluids going into her mouth or breasts. Her butt was swelling and feeling better by the minute, but luckily the growth wasn't as quick as her breasts. It even had the decency to keep her skirt on, and just slid past her kinky skirt to penetrate her. Well, that was thoughtful she supposed. But good lord was the pleasure of getting her butt penetrated making it difficult to focus. She gulped, still tasting a tiny remnant of slime between her teeth. She stared at the tentacle in front of her mouth as the bulge got bigger and bigger. Despite herself, Kyouka began to salivate as she stared at the enticing tendril. She definitely couldn't swallow this, it would absolutely ruin her. The bulge was already as big as a basketball and still getting bigger.

"Nnngh, ohgh.." she groaned with soggy pleasure as another load was released into her boobs, pumping them up several more cup sizes. Not like a bra was anything she'd ever be able to wear at this point, but the concept of inches and feet was starting to lose meaning when her hooters would have reached past her knees if she was standing straight up. "Hnngh!" Oh, damn, that was a huge load that went into her ass right then. She looked back and saw the bulges going into her rear weren't starting off small. The tentacle monster was starting with large, dodgeball-sized spheres of spunk to plump her up. Her round ass had already lost all traces of firm muscle, forever hidden behind gigantic, wobbly spheres of adipose that stuck out a foot past her skirt. The flimsy garment may as well have been a belt for as much as it covered her backside. She could see it stretching to try and fit around her hips as well. It probably wouldn't last much longer. Another groan, and Kyouka's eyes began to water as she fought not to cum. She had to stay in control, had to win this fight! But as she stared at the twitching tube in front of her, the Dragon's willpower began to crumble. A strand of saliva fell from her lips as she stared at it with half-lidded eyes. Her mouth hovered over the tip, less than an inch away as her hand moved up and down, a few centimeters at a time. The bulge was gigantic, easily holding several gallons of cum. It was whipping around like a snake under attack, trying to get to its prey and failing constantly. Her grip managed to be tighter this time, so there wasn't even a drop that was wasted. Nothing escaped, as much as she knew the monster wanted to be freed from her hand and thrust into her mouth like the tendril was the last puzzle piece and her mouth was the only place it could fit. But she couldn't give in, even as the tentacle moved around so wildly that her fingers started to hurt holding onto it. She had to hold on, had to not give in, had to taste that delicious gunk once more, had to feel it slide down her throat with its drippy, sticky goodness and keep fucking her like it was trying to get her addicted to sex.

It had succeeded, as Kyouka let go of the tendril and shoved her greedy face onto the tip, groaning as gallon after gallon of the creature's cum filled up her mouth over and over. She swallowed dutifully, cementing that Kyouka had undeniably gone let things get out of hand. The dark-haired woman moaned as she felt the other tentacles speed up their own production in response to their victory of the young woman. The big lumps of expansion slime came quicker and in even larger amounts. Kyouka recognized this, but as she continued to swallow a steady stream of delicious, amazing slime, she realized that she really didn't give a damn. She may have lost this fight, but hell, she'd won the nonexistent contest for best fuck in history.

Kyouka continued to suckle on the tentacle in front of her as it changed tactics. It wasn't even thrusting into her lips anymore. Now it was just a constant flow of purple cum into her mouth. The bulges weren't rounded anymore as there was too much for the sphere shape to occur. Instead it looked like a spiral had formed in the violet tube which was drilling right down into Kyouka's body, like it was intending to permanently plant a seed in her core and mark her as its pet for all time. An unnecessary gesture, really, since Kyouka was having the time of her life now.

Her breasts were still growing at a steady pace as the tentacles pumped up her nipples with obscene amounts of slime. By this point, Kyouka's body could have easily filled up an entire hot tub with the amount of fluid she'd absorbed and swallowed. Her melons had gotten so large that she couldn't imagine anything being able to cover them up anymore. She'd felt them get heavier and heavier with each passing minute, and by the time they had gotten so large that her feet were lifted off of the ground, Kyouka willingly crawled onto her rack so she could better experience the softness they carried. It was like resting on a gigantic waterbed, as her boobs had a consistency like they'd been filled with the highest-quality jams.

Her greedy hands spent so long trying to reach of much of her enormous breasts as possible, a task that had been made impossible ages ago. But now that each breast was bigger than her entire body, Kyouka got even more turned on realizing the futility of her quest. It was ridiculous, and that made it all the sexier for the fighter-turned-fucktoy. Her body had become a gigantic hotbed of arousal, with nipples larger than her head, throbbing in all their pink glory for another dose of sweet, expanding goo that would make them larger still. The beast was happy to comply, content to keep filling Kyouka up even more. Part of her wished that the big, strongest tentacles that were filling her up could instead be used to satisfy her in other ways, but the sensation of being plumped up to such lewd, large sizes was so indescribably euphoric that she was genuinely fine either way.

"Mmm, mmph, mm!" Kyouka moaned with bliss as she felt her skirt and shoes get taken off of her by some of the smaller tentacles, which had the dexterity needed to remove the last articles of her clothing. Fine, she didn't need clothes anyway, they'd just get in the way. She felt a few of the small ones wiggle around near her thighs to try and get to her womanhood, but they were essentially blocked by the bulging tentacle right near her engorged rump. It was essentially cockblocking itself, but Kyouka hoped that soon it would move on to plowing her pussy like she desperately needed. She'd lost count of how many times she came, but if she felt this amazing just from breast and butt-play, she might go insane when her womanhood was finally penetrated.

"Ahhhmmmph," she cooed. Her stomach didn't seem to get full despite the large amount of goo she was sucking down. It was essentially her lifeblood at this point, fueling her and giving her the energy she needed to keep getting screwed. Then again, she was no longer an active part of this relationship. Her hands were content to stroke and pinch at the breast flesh nearest to her, adding a tiny bit of kindling to the raging fire beneath her legs. It was heavenly, swallowing this goo, getting her nipples plunged into every second, and feeling her ass grow until it looked like she'd been on a diet of pudding and cheese curls since she was five. Her rear was immense, and her thighs had swollen out as well. Kyouka would have thought the extra mass would have been nice so she could support her rear, but there was obviously no walking in her future, it just added to her sexy, overfilled look. Kyouka clenched her thighs around her massive breasts as her toes wriggled around, hanging several feet off of the ground. The ceiling of the bathroom was getting closer by the minute. Maybe if this beast kept filling her up, she'd break through. That would have been amazing, she'd no doubt be the biggest human ever on the planet if that happened. Oh, and others would be able to find her easier. That was a benefit, she supposed. Not really a high priority, though.

Kyouka moaned as another orgasm made her gigantic rear wobble. Each bouncing mass of pale, shiny fat was easily as big as a beachball. Her butt was immaculate, and the fat traveled down to her knees in a perfect curve, making it look like she had been sculpted by an artist with a fondness for more callipygian body types. It was still nowhere near the size of her breasts, though. Both butt cheeks pressed together wouldn't have even filled up a third of one boob, and the difference in size continued to grow as her breasts were filled. She supposed it made sense. She had a tentacle for each breast, but her butt cheeks had to share.

Kyouka laid her head down on her gigantic breasts and moaned happily, continuing to swallow in a daze of lust. Yes, she may have lost this fight, but what a way to end her streak. Instead of a blaze of glory, she'd gone out in a haze of lust and a one-woman orgy. Even if one of the other Dragons found her in this state, she wouldn't care at this point. Screw the school, being the number one sex toy of a living, thriving tentacle monster was way better than being the number one toughest girl on campus. In fact, Kyouka hoped that if she was found, one of her two rivals would be the one to find her. It would certainly be worth the shock and disgust on their faces when they saw what had become of the Dragon of Power. It would also be good to ensure Rintaro didn't see her like this. Poor Rintaro, any boy would have given their left nut just to witness such a sight. But if Rintaro would have seen this, he would have exploded. First in his pants, and then in his heart. That damn hentai syndrome. Kyouka took a deep breath as she swallowed another gallon, licking the tendril and her own lips as she thought of the virile young man. Oh well, as far as last things to see before a person croaked, Kyouka getting plowed four ways to Sunday on a massive pile of her own tits was definitely the best thing the haughty woman could think of.