The TG Route (Keima to Elsie TG)

For Keima Katsuragi, Elsie’s entrance into his life had been nothing but stress and frustration for the last few months, but it would all be worth it as he clutched his prize, Hell’s Guide To Dating Angels. It had really been a small slip up on her part, the fact that New Hell had dating sims something that immediately caught his attention. And the fact they contained a combined effort of half his favorite programmers who had died from overwork, given infinite budget and time in the afterlife, made it sound like the stuff of dreams despite the morbid connotations.

Amidst his other duties he had lightly prodded for Elsie to bring up her old copy though she kept forgetting, and when she finally did she had rarely given him a chance to snatch it for himself, something about the intensity and interactivity being otherworldly that Keima frankly had his doubts given her lack of gaming experience. Thankfully she was at one of Kanon’s concerts which meant he’d have a few hours at the very least to sink his teeth into a whole other level of dating sims.

He spared a brief mantra and moment of prayer for the developers who had sacrificed even their afterlife to the gods of gaming and booted it up, New Hell’s tech backwards compatible to the point the cartridge would shift format and design style to fit whatever device it was inserted to, and he had already convinced Elsie to try it once on his go to handheld so all his tracks should have been covered… up till he reached the home screen. There were two options, start and character create, the former leading to a normal run with two empty save file slots, the latter giving a warning of “Creating a new player character will delete all previous save files. Do you wish to continue?”

As airheaded as Elsie could be, Keima knew she’d notice if her entire playthrough had been deleted and the last thing he wanted to do was make her sulk for another week. Besides, deleting someone else’s files would be tantamount to murder to a Sim Pro like himself. Now, there being a second save file? That he could see her brushing past as he went to the load-in menu, selecting one of the blanks as a fully rendered model of Elsie appeared, waving in a cute cycle animation. It seemed the character creation screen for this one was truly next level, a small profile tab appearing he could scroll through, everything from personality to eating habits logged in, the render so perfect he half expected to see it banging on the screen and telling him she had somehow gotten trapped inside the game. Such a situation wasn’t exactly outside the realm of possibilities for her gadgets, but this all just had him all the more eager to see what the world’s greatest degenerates and artisans could cook up as he clicked to start a new-

BZZZT

A large loading bar appeared, the handheld shorting out as every fan seemed to whir to life before settling down, Keima giving a rather embarrassing yelp from the shock as the handheld slipped from his grip. Thankfully it landed on a couch cushion, no damage visible, Keima’s heart thumping from the near threat of losing his favorite portable, the loss equal to a missing limb in his eyes. This was proven by the utter lack of awareness as his hands trembled, thin gaming calluses peeling off as his fingers slimmed, palms shrinking as a warm daze descended upon the gaming god. Music had started playing, the loading screen replaced with text as the surreal experience of a live orchestra pumped from the speakers as if he had it connected to a surround sound professional speaker setup.

You, ELUCIA DE LUTE IMA, have a terribly tough decision to make, your high school debut a success, perhaps too successful…

A few jpegs of a mix of immaculately designed boys and girls appeared on screen, Keima shivering as the mere sight of them made his joystick press against his uniform pants. He tried to ignore it, not liking to sully his playthroughs with something as pedestrian as lust, but even with just the text on screen he was feeling the scenario far more lucidly than ever, thoughts of her debut in the human realm making the edges of his lips curl, his smooth, girly hands trembling as he rubbed at the tent in his pants.

As an emissary of New Hell you have one goal, SOULS, and the only way to get SOULS is through LOVE!

Keima sighed as a familiar hair accessory pinned itself to the side of his bob, Elsie’s fashionable communicator now firmly linked to his soul, his lewd gasps growing in intensity as his own human soul bubbled and melted down into his prostate, something so essential invisibly shifting as his thighs began to rub, sweat dripping down his brow as he gave a few more lurid grunts. P-Perhaps he shouldn’t have ignored Elsie’s warnings about just how-

But of course you know all about LOVE as one of New Hell’s CUTEST BUBBLY HAPPY Runaway Spirit Squad members it seemed like everyone was immediately won over by your FASHION SENSE and CUTE UNIFORM! Now all these potential partners want to know ELUCIA DE LUTE IMA~!

Keima felt dizzy, unaware his ear canals were shifting, slumping back as his lobes attached, his soul continuing to shift as spasms wracked his paralyzed form. All of the personality options Elsie had picked were like giant sledgehammers to his psyche, Keima groaning as each one popped onto the text crawl, his bottom lip plumping as it weighed itself open, corners pulled upwards into a dopey grin that hardly fit such a cute, bubbly, happy g- boy l-like…?

“Oh oh OH OHHH OHHHHHH UHHHHNGH~!”

His eyes rolled back, so much dopamine flooding his brain as his pupils dilated past the rim of his irises, the color of his eyes bursting purple as his cock began to leak, everything cracking as his austere, prone to derision brow was ironed smooth and perky, even his eyebrows plucked and shaped cute bubbly happy- Drool splattered out his wide, gaping mouth, chin and neck both irregularly grinding together as the sharpness of his features dulled, much like his mind as a simple feedback mantra repeated of cute bubbly happy cute bubbly happy-

“C-CUUUUTE BUHHHHBLY HAHHHHPPYYYYYY EEEEEE EEEEEEENGYAAAAAAA~!”

He screamed it in an energetic soprano, the inflection getting more eager as his mouth remained stuck in a wide, empty D of bliss, eyes rolling back down as giant amethysts of glee as Eima suddenly came. A few things made this evident even to his currently pleasure-blasted mind, his pants and boxers ripping open as the pant legs pulled to his upper thighs, leaving his cock bare as the squirming soul warping his prostate finally found an exit.

It splattered out in thick, goopy waves, so many thoughts in his head fizzling out as a layer of happy dullness spread over the intricacy of his brain waves, amplitudes shrinking, his adorable moaning visage struggling to even conceptualize what was happening to him as he felt his cock unload hot squirts of something essential, something far more important than just his seed. For one thing the gloop wasn’t white but pink, the extreme color enough to jolt him to awareness even as he found his lips stuck in their exaggerated grin, the slimy ropes fizzling into a pink nebulous cloud, his moans and the forming spiritual shawl that was erupting out his cock all dreadfully familiar. Oh fuck he was turning into Els-

Which shall you choose amongst the masses? You only have so much time in a day…

Rather than lengthy cutscenes to introduce every main partner, their picture flashed on screen in order, an entire movie of sappy romance, meticulous slice of life, heart rending drama and everything you could ask for to establish motive, character and compatibility blasting through Eima’s brain in an unrelenting flood of information that drowned out any protest. It burst out his scalp in waves, each new potential route adding inches of growth to his darkening mane, girlish squeals and sobs making Elsie’s features shift in a dizzying array of expressions as his immediate concerns felt crowded out, four days of cinematics compressed into five seconds erupting into thigh length black hair as his heart shuddered at near lethal speeds.

If he had still been a human his heart might have burst, but everything was being transformed, skin shedding any hair or imperfections, his blood filling with spiritual power, his soul wisping out his cock in thick strands of pink as a cute bubbly happy wave of rebirth hugged his collapsed frame cute and small, shoulders bared as muscle popped like bubbly shoots of happy happy happy~

The sudden squeeze of silk jolted him out of the trance, Ima moaning as silk panties suddenly formed over his cock, his torn pants fluttering into a skirt as the wispy pink hagoromo passed through, his uniform turning much girlier as the tie unwove into a ribbon, the collar growing more complex, Ima quickly unbuttoning his top as a chokingly tight bra clamped over his chest, his fingers struggling with the clasp as those quick time events in his games made it seem far easier than didn’t she do this every day though?

A moaned giggle followed as suddenly his hands knew just how to pull and angle, unclasping the lacy article with a snap as he gasped, feeling something cute bubbly pulse from his head, down his throat and under his nipples as they turned perky. He blushed, unsure how to feel about the possibility the first real pair of tits he’d see being his own even if Keima insisted 3d women had no appeal, she had plenty of-

“GYAAAA~?!”

There was a sickening scrunch, Ima’s warped prostate finishing its percolation into a womb, more changes flooding upwards as his ribs felt like a corset being adjusted, an inwards pulse rumbling up and erupting behind his now throbbing, conical bumps. Thinking was getting so hard, the feeling of his slowly swelling cones making him feel cute bubbly happy as his cartoonishly wide smile grew even more pronounced. H-He had to fight this, had to hold on, had to remember through the core of his identity; gaming! And she had two quicktime events just waiting for their buttons to be pressed!

Before he even realized what he was doing his new hands were fondling his nipples, mashing them to some internal fantasy of a dating sim rhythm game side mission, all of his gaming skill making him perfectly maximize his chest growth as more and more thoughts drained from his cute bubbly happy head in a sloshing rush of feedback. Every on beat tap was like its own orgasm, his cock pulsing out a stream of strategy, playthroughs, technique; everything her in-game profile didn’t have as his tits surged past b and into c, his forehead giving a firm squeeze as he squealed in utter bliss of her perky tits, sure to attract any lost soul and shoot her up the rankings once she could- Oh god wh-what was he doing? And why couldn’t he stop mashing his-

SQUISH SQUISH

A bright sparkle filled both his eyes, Ima truly beaming as his fluidity became more jerky and less practiced, perfects becoming goods, then bads, then complete misses, all of his gaming skill and fine motor control absorbed into his perky tits. Ima Katsura- Or uh… Katsura Ima? Oh well the ordering didn’t matter too much, he might be forgetful but there’s no way she’d ever forget her real name! And no one’d forget just how cute bubbly and happy she was once they saw her-

“S-STAHHHHHHHP~!”

It was actively hard to think, Kalsura having to fight through a thick molasses in his brain, his natural scowl utterly eradicated from his muscle memory as his cheeks just naturally sprung him back into her dopey grin if he didn’t constantly fight it. He felt so hollowed out, so many playthroughs wiped from memory, b-but that just meant he could experience them all for the first time again once he got out of this dream and- But weren’t these things more Keima’s expertise?

No, he was Elsura not Keima. It was a good thing that gaming master was so useful at getting her- Dammit dammit he had to resist the pleasure h-he didn’t like 3d girls or their smooth creamy thighs stroking and squeezing her- His body shuddered, a foot kicking out and landing on the gamepad, progressing the paused game past the character intros as the offending sock melded up into his squirming, stroking pant leg.

That’s what you needed, time. Time to choose, time to connect. Oh no! You were reminiscing so long you’re now late for school! Good thing your RUNAWAY SPIRIT SQUAD High uniform is already on!*

He wailed in anguish, he moaned in ecstasy, the difference was getting blurry as his red top purpled, his braless chest suddenly groped by Elsie’s armless dress, a sash further tightening against his ribcage as it all drained into his ass. The sudden growth actually launched him, his internal corset fully tightened, a watery spurt of cum wetting his upper thighs as the panties actively palmed and stroked his somehow still stiff groin.

“MMGH T-HUUUURN IT AHHHHHFF AHHHH K-KEEEEIMAAAAAH HEHHHHHHHLP M-HEEEE~!”

He couldn’t think, his internal monologues all stalling, tactics lost, hands gripping anything they could under the intensity of a full spiritual fucking as purple straps snaked over his paling pant legs, the forming stockings shaping his calves long and appealing, slender feet flexed as they were molded dainty, everything pumping into thighs that harassed his cock and further destroyed the hard boundary he had always kept between 3d, 3-3-

CRUNCH

“KYAHHHHHHHHHHHH~!”

His pelvis pulled apart, smacking his stockinged knees together, mashing his ballsack like a quickthingy Keima kept talking about o-or mashing the buttons? Pressy thingies? Oooh~ 3-3D, r-real thighs felt soooo~ much better than those still images Keima kept-

SCHLICK

Elsia screeched as one of her balls suddenly burst, the panties palming it in as her thighs added pressure, Elsia desperate to make the intensity ebb, so happy Keima wasn’t around to hear as she squeezed and squeezed until the other one had wormed itself nearly flush. She didn’t know why she was s-so pent up. Maybe all that romance talk and all those happy souls were getting to her. Mmm~ that was nice to say. Haaaappy. Felt so nice to squeeze to the beat of cute bubbly happy cute bubbly happy CUTE BUBBLY HAPPY C-CUUUUTE BUUUUHHHBBLY HAHHH- NO NO PLEASE IT’S-

SCHLICK

“Ooooooooooh~ hehehe ahhh n-no it’s t-hoo hoo hoo… ahhhh…”

There was a THRUST, Elsia gasping as she felt her cock sink, the resistance in her face relaxing into drowsy bliss, her body slumping to the side as she thrashed. It felt too good, she had made every wrong THRUST right decision for this rou- r- THRUST path thingy a-and she could already see the ending hehehe~! Uh oh that gaming nerd was really starting to rub off on- Or wasn’t she THRUST oooh wh-who cares ah she really had to keep playing THRUST a-aaaask Keima for help b-but she couldn’t let him play a New Hell game. That’d be uhhhm r-really THRUST Uhhhngh c-couldn’t think, t-toooo inteeehhhnse g-gotta THRUST THRUST THRUST THRUSHNGLLMMPH SQLSSH…

POP~

Elsie giggled as she passed out, soaking Keima’s couch as something nuzzled tight and burst inside, Keima’s portable kicked off the couch and smacking against a table as the screen cracked, the tutorial glitching out as Elsie squirmed as a few more orgasms finished off the last of her old self. She really didn’t get the appeal of those kinds of games, but maybe Keima could give her some advice later. She always struggled so hard with the tutorial. Yeah she’d ask him later. She was just… so… drained…

The new Elsie moaned in her sleep, a series of wet dreams ejecting any spare subconscious bias left, the pleasure of the 3d realm winning out as her save file corrupted in a flurry of sparks. There was some distant sense of panic in her dreams, but it all seemed so silly to worry about. She’d just let Keima handle it later…