Velendirs' Cosplay

You step up to the control panel, fingers skimming over the glowing options. Every single cosplay listed is for a female character. Not ideal, but that’s the whole point. Your eyes land on C.C. from Code Geass, and you smirk. She’s hot, iconic, and it’s just a costume, right?

You press the selection and step into the Insta Cosplay Machine’s chamber. The doors hiss shut behind you, and a mechanical voice hums to life.

“Initiating cosplay sequence.”

Metallic arms unfold from the walls, sleek and precise. Before you can react, they start dressing you, pulling a long, flowing white and black outfit over your body. The snug fit feels odd against your skin, especially with the way the top presses against your chest. You frown, shifting uncomfortably—this doesn’t feel right.

Then, the machine beeps sharply.

“Wrong gender detected. Recalibrating.”

A new set of arms descend, gripping you firmly. You try to struggle, but they hold you in place as a strange, gel-like mold lowers over your body. It encases you like a second skin, and suddenly, warmth spreads through your core. Your muscles tense as the gel shifts, pressing inward, reshaping you.

Your chest tightens, then swells. A sudden pressure builds until you feel your pecs pushing outward, rounding, softening—becoming breasts. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and strangeness as sensitive nerves spark to life. Your nipples harden against the tight fabric of the cosplay, sending shivers down your spine.

Your waist cinches, narrowing into an unmistakably feminine curve, while your hips expand outward, flesh padding itself generously to create a full, womanly shape. A tingling sensation spreads lower, your thighs thickening as your ass pushes out, becoming plump and round. The fabric tightens around it, emphasizing every curve, making you hyper-aware of just how different your body feels.

Then, the final change begins. A warmth pools between your legs, deep and insistent. Your breath hitches as something pulls inward, a strange, tugging sensation replacing what was once there. A soft moan escapes your lips before you even realize it. The transformation completes, leaving you standing there, chest rising and falling rapidly. 

The machine releases you, and you stumble forward, your new body swaying with an unfamiliar weight. Your breasts bounce slightly with every movement, sensitive to the slightest touch. Your thighs rub together differently, the smoothness between your legs making your cheeks burn.

Stepping outside, you find a mirror on the exterior of the machine. Your new reflection stares back at you—long, flowing green hair cascading over your shoulders, striking golden eyes framed by delicate features. Your hands lift almost instinctively, pressing your soft breasts together. A shiver runs down your spine at the sensation. Your new body is so hot, so sensitive.

It takes a moment before you remember—this was supposed to be temporary. You whirl back to the machine, frantically pressing buttons. The screen flashes:

“Only one cosplay per person. Transformation locked.”

Your stomach drops. You’re stuck like this.

A mixture of panic and something else—something deep, warm, and electric—settles inside you. Your new, feminine form feels so different, so alive. You press your thighs together, your breath hitching slightly at the subtle friction.

Looks like you’re C.C. now…