Dreams of Nimi (Nimi Nightmare TG)

“Alright my little naplings. I’ve almost absorbed all the nightmares I need but I’m still a few short so please-”

“Still watching that vtuber stuff?”

Francis shook his head, not that he was all that surprised by his roommate’s watching habits, but he really didn’t get the appeal of streamers in general, cute anime girls or not.

“Yeah man. I wasn’t going to stop just cause you don’t get it like I do.”

His roommate Mitty was watching one of those chibi style things, Francis in a bit of a mood after having to deal with their depressive episode a few weeks prior.

“I don’t know you seemed to be really depressed when Fauna was graduating and all that ‘oh I can’t go on’ stuff and now you’re watching her new-”

Mitty hushed him, a deadly serious look on his face.

“We don’t mention their past channels. This is a completely new vtuber.”

Francis groaned, trying not to be too hard on his friend, but it was all getting to be a bit much.

“At least her previous uh… unrelated form was a hot busty forest girl. This thing looks like an inbred pokemon mascot knockoff that’s getting sent to the pound-”

“Hey!”

Both turned startled for a second, swearing it was like Nimi had responded herself to that ragebait but her model was just bouncing about with a blank happy face on her chibi form, the stream apparently over as just a loading screen.

“Please don’t make fun of my new Oshi. I don’t get on you for your gacha stuff.”

“Come on, we're both into those.”

“Her real model’s coming soon anyways so I bet you’ll be real quiet when you see her then.”

“Eh Fauna was kind of mid anyways.”

“Hmmph!”

Again Francis swore he heard her reacting but that couldn’t be right, and he didn’t want to have an actual argument over what was supposed to be a light hearted joke. Clearly he was just tired and needed to get some sleep. He really did feel so tired all of a sudden…

“Nevermind, I’m going to bed.”

“Maybe she’ll visit you in your dreams to fix your tastes.”

“Shut up.”

Francis swayed as he retired to his room, unsure about why he was suddenly so drowsy, but he had definitely been working a lot the last month. Maybe it was all catching up to him? The real reason was huffing silently from Mitty’s screen as Nimi tapped her foot in annoyance. It wasn’t her fault her model was taking so long. Quality took time and so did harboring tons of her fans' dreams of the wetter variety to stack into her more bouncy model. Besides, chibi stuff was cute and there’d be plenty of time for people to lewd her proper design in good time. Though if she wanted to speed things up, this anti of hers was clearly the perfect candidate for a napling infusion. So why didn’t she…

Unseen by anyone a few green blobs phased through the screen, invisibly entering Francis when he wasn’t looking as waves of exhaustion rolled over him. By the time he reached his room he was too out of it to notice a tab opening on his computer, Nimi watching intently with a smirk as he undid a button, struggling to get his shirt off before collapsing in a tangled mess onto his bed, snoring as the last signs of consciousness were snuggled into submission. His screen crackled a bit, the chibi form pulling herself out and dusting herself off as she rode a napling to his passed out form, wondering how to start.

“First I need an easy way in, let’s see what my naplings have given me to work with.”

It was a little embarrassing rummaging through her fans’ dreams to find the ones she was looking for, but they’d all have a new home in time as she pulled a few focused on her ears out and pushed them into her sleeping victim’s own, a few intense snores accompanying the spread of other dreams into his own subconscious.

Francis usually didn’t have very vivid dreams, most of them fading to unkept memories by the time he hit his 20’s so like most nights he was just seeing a black void as usual. Till the green flash hit. Still a black void, but he was floating in it now, the awareness of being there coming to the forefront. A bit disorienting, but obviously a dream. An even brighter green flash followed, Francis rubbing his eyes before feeling a finger slide against the back of his right ear.

“Gaaah! Wh-Who’s- EEEEK?!”

Wherever he turned there was just void, yet the teasing didn’t stop, invisible fingers stroking his ears, fondling the lobes, whispers echoing around the void as he blushed at the oddly forceful pampering.

“Cute. Adorable. Fuzzy. Soft. Precious.”

Francis felt oddly weak, unable to resist the voices swarming and coddling him, his ears feeling looser and thicker by the squeeze as the pokes and prods gained a soft tugging upwards flow to the fondling. That all combined with the constant growing volume of the compliments was making Francis squirm, embarrassed by the flood of praise but also enjoying it ashamedly as soft gasps eeped out his lips. Of course, the praises weren’t actually getting louder, his ears were just growing, the fingers molding them out to wider cones, lobes spreading open as they slowly worked up his scalp.

Nimi stared at the quivering man, a few soft gasps following a shudder, a damp spot growing on his sweatpants with just a hint of fluorescent green in the mix like day glo paint. But that wasn’t what mattered, what mattered were the two tapir ears unfolding up top, their normal ears also shrinking cutely underneath as their hair paled to a sandy blonde. With such massive, floppy tapir ears, it was more than easy for the cutesy chibi form to walk over to one and really get to be a part of the process, joining the whispers in his ears as she let more of her napling’s dreams billow into his unprotected head.

“Mrrrgh I-I’m not c-huuuute~!”

It wasn’t easy to deny the accusations with his voice cracking, the feeling of being watched oddly enticing as he could feel the faint traces of lust in the praise, his cheeks softening from the heat pooling inside. All those words were making his head buzz, brain tingling as he felt surrounded by tens of thousands of eyes, maybe hundreds as the attention seeking side of his brain soaked in the extra stimulus. Something was wrong, but because it had to be a dream he didn’t even try to resist the deepening waves of warmth melting his features plumper, rounder, cuter. God w-was he always this weak to compliments? His face kept puckering, lips thicker, eyes wider, his embarrassed groans quivering up to needy gasps of contentment as his hair spilled down his brow like a soft blanket tucking in all his worries.

“Th-Thank you buuuht you can s-stahhhp this r-riiiight~ Ehhhh?!”

His voice sounded so airy now, familiar yet the connection wasn’t clicking under so many eager whispers, both sets of ears twitching as Franicis tried to cover up his pouty face, wishing the dream would change as he tried to keep his stiffy at least hidden from all his precious Naplings.

“I usually only take requests from fans, but why not!”

Nimi had been slowly descending his ear canal, picking more napling dreams for the next phase of his transformation into her new model. After all while some chasteness was necessary to keep a bit of separation, full on shyness was no good for the future her. Thankfully plenty of her naplings were more than lewd enough to give her plenty of ammo as she did her own twist on an old classic.

Another green flash washed over Franicis as his feet suddenly felt cold, the nothingness of the void replaced by linoleum, the eyes now attached to other students as he found himself naked in a classroom surrounded by curious, staring students. Immediate panic filled him even if he knew it was all just a dream, covering up his stiffy. That same old panicked feeling of being late for an exam and giving a presentation in front of the class still wouldn’t let his cock wilt, the whispers getting louder, more judgmental, weirder...

“It’s her again.”

“I know she wants the attention.”

“Look at her soaking it in.”

“Those nails are so pretty.”

What were they saying? He didn’t… Looking down, Franimis sighed, his fingers suddenly feeling really good, his skin buzzing under the stares as he flexed his slender fingers, the mossy green nails sparkly as something felt… off. Even his toes were sparkly, the smooth heels rubbing together as he forgot to cover himself, unable to stop rubbing his skin, not even aware of the hair fading, just that sensation of rubbing such soft, silky skin devoid of imperfections felt so natural, so right that it quickly overwrote anything else. Spindly hairs? Moles? Sunspots? Dreams didn’t operate off logic and the arousal pulsing through his smooth body felt far more rewarding than some silly details.

Back in the real world, his body was squirming like mad, hairs spilling off paler skin, his half slept sighs heightened to airy bliss as crunchy pops followed the shrinkage of his limbs. The tangled mess he had collapsed as was slowly untying itself, the dainty flexing of his shrunken joints all making his clothes looser. All the while his cock continued to leak dream infused cum, some specific napling thoughts of what her model had under leaking into his boxers as they tightened into a striped pair of green panties, squeezing his cock as a thin string dug between his balls.

All this was bleeding into the more exhibitionist dreams Nimi was spreading into his brain, something odd happening as the whispers began popping up over the random students as lines of text, something itching at the back of his head as if this was how it was supposed to be, a little buzz like a phone notification rumbling in his brain, cock and oddly his nipples for every errant comment from her naplings. His what? No something really was s-starting to feel soooo~ good UUU What were these thoughts? He really shouldn’t be enjoying this and he needed to cover- Didn’t she just leave cover? And it really must be cold his nipples were harder than-

“Already setting records.”

“Wonder what costumes she’ll get. I vote schoolgirl.”

“No more filters right? Anything goes in dreams and nightmares.”

“We want the jiggle physics back.”

“We want our MASSIVE girl back.”

“Model will be BEEG.”

Franimi groaned, stumbling forwards as a pulsing heat sagged under his nipples, dragging him forwards as his chest grew with every comment, the buzz making the swelling cones jiggle on their own as his soft moans sounded just like a wet dream to soothe away any nightmares from the encouraging crowd. It was like all their comments were pooling into his chest, leaning him harder as the lewd sounds coming from him only intensified the reactions of the staring naplings. He was starting to sway, squeezing the thick mounds with his arms, almost putting on a show as his lips quivered up into a pleased smile.

She WAS putting on a show, the dream logic stealing what should be tense horror and making it more and more erotic, his chest jiggling even with his body still to test the rig’s physics or something. The why hardly mattered compared to the surging bliss of being seen, of every comment making his body buzz as his tits were jostling themselves up and down, like just being watched was an act of masturbation as their desires poured into him. There was so much heft, two globes made to attract attention and fuel her viewer’s dreams, but she couldn’t break ToS like this…

At the thought all those outfit alt requests flashed green over him, a choker finishing the last adjustments to his voice, fully hitting that soft dommy asmr goddess tone, a white schoolgirl outfit clearly too small for his mature figure strangling his breasts as a button popped off onto the floor. There were a few loud crunches, Ranimi screaming in utter ecstasy as his spine snapped, his core carved into endless curves that supported his gifted top, the satisfaction of her naplings making it feel like she was nursing them, making them feel better, which was making her feel even better~!

Everything was so rewarding, the viewers all condensed into a massive chatbox, donos flashbanging his melting consciousness with green tidal waves of wet dreams and parasocial heaven. Even the way he was moaning was for them, all those earlier thoughts of how weird vtubers were seeming so absurd, so uncultured. God it was so fun becoming someone else, like a dream in reality, becoming molded to everyone’s deepest desires, even his own roommate’s thoughts leaking in as Ranimi imagined nursing him to health, letting them all know just how goood~ her adorable little naplings were. She just hoped the dream would never end!

Nimi was quite happy with her work so far, reality not encumbered by any worries of lewdness, her rude host bucking as his shirt ripped apart, Nimi having to restrain a few herself as she continued adding to her bust, so many green naplings flooding in and turning to fat as their cock splattered increasingly neon cum onto the shreds of their shirt. It quickly shrank into a green bra far too small for the plushness struggling to escape their strings. Just like her host’s identity they seemed ready to snap at any moment, but were still stubbornly holding on.

“Guess it’s time to wake up Nimi~! We don’t want to keep our fans waiting do we?”

The chibi form jumped into his brain much like a high diver into a swimming pool, releasing scores of her lore focused naplings into his head as green light streamed from his lids and ears, a violent spasm tearing through as his curving body contorted from an overload of dreams. Green was strobing through as Animi was tossed around by his fans’ fantasies, clothing shifting without care from nurse to schoolgirl to Nurse to nude to swimsuit to NURSE as lewd scenarios shifted without any regard for consistency, vibrators in unspeakable places turning to gaming controllers with the vibrate functions maximized, tongues licking his soles, his pits, his ears. It felt like Animi was spiraling, the fantasy now a nightmare of endless pleasure drowning him deeper and deeper into a green sea of debauchery, tossing him around harder and harder until-

“OHMYGAAAAAAAAAAAWD~!”

He bolted awake, hands spasming, something wriggling in his core as he went to grab it only to slap against one of his massive tits.

“AHHHHNGH?!”

It had hurt, his eyes stinging as his longer nails had accidentally jabbed into the blubbery flesh, his body coming into focus as he stared down. Green ghostly spirits were floating around, Animi gasping as some dove between his thighs. Something shifted, a loud squeal echoing as something crucial suddenly dove in with it, whiter spurts dribbling down his right leg that quickly turned into cloth, rubbing against a thin thigh as more of her naplings dove in.

“W-Wait naplings? Aren’t those what those MMGH L-UHHHVLY FAHHHHNS OF MINE AH AHHHHHRE~?”

It still had to be a dream, Animi’s head shooting back as her back arched, his remaining ball slurping inside as another blast of white squirted up in a wide arc to splash onto his head. It didn’t take long to reform similar to the lower legging, stroking his pretty head as a green cross appeared on the top, a nurse’s bonnet and ribbon tied into the right side of his head as he watched his cock angle downward from his tits. Surely it had to be a dream, even if it was his room, his bed, his scattered items all around. His body wasn’t this lewd, this curvy, th-this… perfect for ushering her precious naplings to let go of all their worries and be nursed back to-

“W-WAAAAAH~?! Oooh p-please naplings n-not AHHH~ th-there that’s a sEHHHNsitive OOOOH~!”

There was a delicate tremble now to his responses, more of the green blobs ramming up his new slit, pouring into his thighs as his hips cracked outwards. The wet dreams were filling him, his cries desperately trying not to sound too lewd as his cock continued to topple, his ass and thighs bouncing with extra cushioning as the panties fondled it expertly into his new slit, his head throbbing as the full thing awkwardly sank sideways, encasing his cock under a fresh cameltoe as the walls of his pussy began to squeeze.

“MMNNGH Y-Yeeeah dEHHHfinitely a d-dr-HEEEEAM~!”

It was hard to tell which didn’t fit, the cock being swaddled and molded or the pussy wrapped around it like a bun to a hot dog, Animi groaning as soapy green squirts leaked from his slit, thighs squeezing as the walls massaged and pulled at the sunken shaft. A few more dove into his ears, a soft gentle giggling copied by his own moans as napling dreams continued to haunt and tease him, splattering on his chest, solidifying into her nurse uniform as the full fucking of her cock was melting away any masculinity left.

“Mmm~ i-if this is a dream then I cAHHHHN jUHHHST d-do what feels gOOOHD~! Ahh ahhaahhh ahhhlmost compl-HEEEETE~!”

Her brain was being pounded as much as her cock, the wet dreams molding both as it felt like her consciousness was being squeezed lower. Her body was on fire, a need to touch as her thoughts were fading to pure sensation, each squeeze of a hand or grip of splattered fabric rubbing along her breasts making her sense of self continue to sink. She was her rounded shoulders, her smooth arms, her fingers dancing over her breasts as each grope continued the dive. The forming dress and apron were like cocoons around her entire being, two rough squeezes driving her deeper into the green, sinking down her core, feeling like her prostate as it popped and was reborn, ramming into her… cock?

“Ahhh ahhhhn th-there there l-hiiittle one ahhhhlmost done.”

Who was talking? Animi felt so assured trembling as the walls of Nimi’s slit gripped the shaft of her consciousness, spreading it open, drilling inwards as light rushed towards her everything bursting into a glistening eruption as Nimi squealed in orgasmic delight. Her body was complete, her former self just another napling floating around her body, a half-formed dream as she savored her proper, mature new form.

“Ahhhh now that was a deliiightful dream UUU~!”

It had been an intense conversion, but he should have been honored to be her seedbed- erm, practice patient, Nimi had to get used to her new self though the new design was beautiful to behold, the lewdness becoming a more innocent feeling wonder as a matching stocking formed, her tightly cinched apron and flowing green dress all coming together perfectly with the garter belt and heels. She really had to find a mirror proper to enjoy herself, no more chibi needed and if she found some more rude antis she had a surefire way to make them a fa-

“N-Nimi?”

She looked up, remembering the fan who had stood up for her clearly woken up from her loud yelling, the bags visible under his eyes and an erection clearly tenting his pants. That wouldn’t do. That wouldn’t do at all… Insomnia could cause poor performance and that together with poor blood flow from it all being diverted, why he could end up in a car crash or losing a job and it would all be her fault. But like any proper nurse she knew good bedside manner and for one time only would help.

“Shhh, come here my little napling. The nurse is in…”