You’re the Bomb (Reze TG)

The anticipation for the new Chainsawman movie was getting to you, excited to finally get to see your fav girl Reze. While you weren’t one to toss waifu around like most, she was definitely at a level of brainrot where it was almost consuming you. You didn’t know why, just that instant feeling of desire the moment you first glimpsed her design in the trailers, some kind of connection that had you posting about her nonstop, to friends, to fans, on message boards. Fuck you couldn’t wait much longer, needing her here, swearing it was like the more you let the thoughts of her fill you, the louder her voice-

“Oh good, you’re finally ready…”

You gasped, shuddering in your chair, feeling your throat fill with something sour as your skeleton rattled and crunched. Your skull was shifting, the bone pulsing and writhing as your hands squeezed against the throbbing exterior, feeling as your cheeks smoothened, your lips bloating, your gasps coming out much more girlish than possible as you moaned.

You were rock hard you realized, eyes rolling upwards as two small bursts slanted them wider, rolling back a bright green as a curtain of purple slid over the left. Across your body various hairs pulled out like a barrage of pins, pressure worming through the most intimate of spots as everything heightened, your cock leaking as your own horny gasps were turning you on, making you tremble as you could feel your clothes sagging, mass burnt in the full body shearing, your skin slippery and tender as you watched your spasming fingers feminize before your eyes. You were changing.

"Really?! Ah shi-hii IHHHHT~!"

Sure you'd read this plenty of times and kind of fantasized about it happening to you once in a blue moon, but there was an entire universe of separation between thinking it and actually feeling, the tactile sensation of your muscles shifting simultaneously nauseating and exciting, like your cock was slowly stroking itself, the pleasure spreading across your skin as your arms weakened, slamming you face first into the ground as you had an unwanted revelation of just how sensitive your nipples were becoming.

You rolled over, grunting as your cock was throbbing frantically, your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to hold it in, not ready to be on the receiving end of a full tg transformation, but you were curious. Your eyes slowly opened, feeling muscle bubbling under your pecs, watching as your shirt gradually thinned, dampening with sweat as your nipples thickened, just the brush of fabric sending warm pulsating twitches down to your cock, leaking precum freely, your balls feeling full, a light tug  between your balls feeling like it ran up your spine as your frame was sinking into itself.

FLICK

Your hips thrust, the trickles thickening from your cock, your left nipple now a hot pink, each breath rubbing it against the damp cloth, up and down, the other hardening as a slight drilling of milk ducts and nerve clusters spread through your pecs, a new dimension of sensitivity and pleasure worming into your gut. Your hands slowly moved to them, drawn to them as your shoulders pulsed and shrank, part of your brain drinking in all the details for a sequence, that small part that wondered how it'd feel to just, just...

POKE

"OHHH FUUUUUCK~!"

You couldn't help it, your hips thrusting up as you came, fluids pouring down your thighs as your feminine moans hitched up, the network of nerves under your pecs sucking and bulging as your pokes turned to pinches then gropes, your pecs rising to meet the self pleasure as each squeeze felt like your whole body was being caressed and stroked all over, all that pent up lust erupting as you began to understand just why so many of those sequences and stories had them unable to resist the pleasure as it felt like every neuron was flaring up.

THROB

Your body was gyrating, vertebrae giving small pops as your back rose, legs thrashing as your first orgasm was followed by another tug, your balls thrusting against your body as a second soon followed, new muscle forming and shifting, your desperate moans hitching higher as your hands continued to fondle the swollen lumps. It was like a chain of orgasms, your waist squeezing, siphoning up more mass to thrust against your groping fingers, your cock exploding out burst after burst of masculinity. Wait your cock. Shit shit-

FLLP

Your sleeves tore off, darkening as they wrapped around your neck as a black choker, your body so needy as you tried to stop but it was like you were constantly on the verge of another orgasm, your nipples squeezed by the damp dress vest, your cock twitching with every new tug slowly squeezing your balls against your groin. You weren't sure if there was even any way to stop this or go back, most stories usually a one way trip. Everything was begging for more but you couldn't, your clenched muscles continuing to soften, your aroused gyrations turning increasingly feminine as your back arched, hips swaying as your skeleton continued to creak.

That's when something cold jabbed into your neck, the chill racing down your fingers, nearly making you burst then and there only to leave you helpless as your fingers twitched, then flexed separate from your will. You barely had any time to realize they weren't under your control before your right hand was at your throat, a pin gingerly gripped before ripping it out.

If everything else had been a gradual but overwhelming tide of pleasure, this was a violent crashing wave, thrashing you about as your core imploded, fat jiggling out as your new shirt tore from the explosive rise of your finished breasts. Whatever force was taking you over wasn't content to just ease you in, both hands playfully groping your breasts as they ruthlessly pinched and squeezed every new weak spot.

THRUST

You saw stars and a familiar blonde haired shark-toothed boy when the next orgasm burst out with enough force to shove your cock's base in, the feeling of it slowly spreading you wider, filling you as muscles spasmed and sucked on it creating more starbursts of femininity crashing against you repeatedly without end. It felt like your mind was being slow cooked, new desires flaring up, your hands sliding around every sleek curve, making sure you understood just how smooth your waist was, how inviting your navel was, a loud click sounding as your hips were beginning to spread as you realized who you were turning into.

It was those flashes of Denji making your navel all fluttery, fear rising as you could feel your mind being encroached upon. More flashes of memories, training, seduction, making boys like you putty in-

THRUST

_ _

"OH FUCK FUUUUCK блядь"

Your fingers had slid down, jabbing into your left ball as more muscle parted, wedging it in teasingly as the deeper it pushed, the more Russian entered your vocabulary. There were no words to describe what you were feeling but you knew what it was, countless drawings of cocks collapsing fading next to the real deal as you were being penetrated by your own balls, the thrusts jabbing your sharper nails into the plush lump as your orgasms became a continuous blast of pleasure without end.

You could feel it all over, skin singing, legs kicking from the raw pleasure as it buzzed all around. You were being penetrated, your mind not just accepting that fact but part of it eager for more, your preferences shifting like your internals as your ball was rimmed against muscles ridging for what was to come, a feeling of heat snaking up deep inside as something throbbed halfway between your cock and ass. Each orgasm was forcing in slivers of cock with every release, the fluids lubricating it for the next insertion, your squeals growing eager despite the horror of the situation. You couldn't help it, everything swelling to an even higher plateau as the finger pushed and pushed, your collapsing scrotum almost flush with your cock, another flash of Denji naked above you making something twitch and burst.

SLURP

It was like another pin had been ripped out, or in this case in as your ball imploded, slurping inside as your scrotum folded and ripped, swelling into two lips, the right swollen as it squeezed your remaining testicle, feminine pleasure irradiating your mind as it drilled deeper, your hips bursting alongside your prostate  as you came out the rest of your seed, Japanese joining the flurry of multilingual curses screaming from your lips as half your cock slid into the new crater. The stream of releases was slowing, not from lack of fluids but a diversion, tubes tangling, your throbbing labia worming your remaining testicle deeper while the other one squeezed against your broadening hip.

SCHHHLURRRP

Your thrusting hips had more cushioning to soften the blow of your convulsions when it smacked against the ground, fingers thrusting into the new gap as your thighs squeezed, both forcing your remaining ball to invert as your swollen ass grinded into its plushening heft. You were drowning in bliss, your lips coiled in a smile, rimming your forming folds as you could feel everything churning, a deep burst of Reze radiating from the left side of your hips as fat swelled, then the right, a barrage of estrogen pouring into your system as you could barely even remember your name.

Your thighs were pressed together, whether to squeeze the rest of your cock in or stop it from sinking further was getting murkier, your left hand trapped between as it continued to wriggle inside your slit. You knew you were approaching the point of no return, when the pleasure would become too much and your brain would give in and worse, you wanted it. You tried to deny it, to hold onto some inkling of your former pride, but the more your slit was pleasured the weaker that attachment became, especially once a second finger managed to join the first as the estrogen coursed all over.

Bubbles of bloating mass popped inside your thighs, slowly suffocating your shrunken cock, the smooth skin twisting it back and forth as the internal pops turned the clamp into a thigh job. Something was spreading, more flashes of Reze filling your consciousness as you gasped, the heat of growth in your pillowy legs making your toes squeeze, your nipples perked as your tip was getting redder and denser by the second.

Reze's thighs were jerking you off, Reze's knuckles dragging against the underside of your cock as Reze's voice and Reze's tits were feeling more and more like your own. Y-You were being eraaazed~ E-Ereeezed? R-Reze Reze- oh ohhh~! A third finger joined, the remaining half of cock widening, a line tugging at your tip, your thick thighs feeling the moment it suddenly flattened and thrust inside your shaft. Your legs spread open, something slick and hot filling your loins, your raised calves bicycle kicking as your feet snapped, a loud echoing shriek bursting out as the wetness built inside before geysering out in your first spray of vaginal fluids.

You couldn't take it, couldn't help it, your free hand returning to the choker on your neck, gripping the pin once more as your his cock pancaked like a controlled demolition, slicker fluids bursting from Reze's pussy as she screamed Denji's name. It was a fucking beyond words, each inverted chunk splitting the rest of the shaft, Reze savoring the dying embers of masculinity sputtering out as her feet squeezed together, slimming and arching in all the right ways as her pussy bathed her lower half in blissful relief, the naked assassin giving one last screech of victory as the burning nub of cock popped into a clit, her host fully converted. It seemed making a deal with the brain rot devil had paid off, only taking a moment of submission to finally take charge after months of saturating their brain.

"Seems he finally got the Reze content he was waiting for. Now what should I do next..."