Haughty Conversion (Ojou TG)

James couldn’t believe his luck, scoring one of the rarest near mythical status VHS’s out there for anime nerds. Butler Kenji-San, specifically the OVA original the creators did when it was initially bankrolled as an indie hentai, most copies believed to have been lost for good after the creators had called it “cursed” and other vaguely ominous terms. The show itself was your typical 90’s pervy but not over the line romcom about some guy forced to be a rich girl’s butler, and admittedly Masami-Sama the main heroine had been one of his earliest waifus as the archetypical ojou. So given what it had initially been and the kinds of scenes he was expectant to see, James couldn’t wait to dig into this piece of lost anime history.

It had all come from a rather mundane garage sale, James not sure he’d even find anything of value, just passing it while walking back to his place. The guy running it seemed kind of shady but it was hard to get much of a read on him past a vague feeling of shadiness. Was likely more a sign of hard times than anything malicious but it explained the general shabbiness of stuff on display. It was only after noticing the VHS unceremoniously dumped atop a table amidst other junk that he focused back in, unable to believe his eyes. When he’d grabbed it

“The forums are gonna go crazy when I reveal this. Can’t wait to see just what makes this one so cursed. Hope the sex scene’s lengthy at least since they got bought out around halfway through.”

It felt wrong just taking the tape, but the guy really didn’t seem to want it. Sure it would have been nicer to mention its value, but it was a lucky break he didn’t want to screw up. In fact the moment he expressed interest the owner seemed relieved. Didn’t even ask for money just shooed James away muttering something cryptic he didn’t quite hear. Their loss, his gain. After a bit of fiddling around his closet to find his old VHS player and even more time remembering the wiring to hook it up to his 30 inch, everything was setup. Even if it was a medium not made to last, there was always something satisfying about slotting a tape in and hearing everything whirr to life, James leaning back as a temp track started playing, the image just a bit fuzzy and the audio muffled, but it was really-

“OHOHOHOHOHOHHH~! So you think you could just summon me? How droll.”

It was weird, the rather standard opening with the titular Kenji falling into debt and being bought all showing signs of being over three decades old, but the moment Masami appeared her laugh cut through in startling quality, James’ windows rattling as her high pitched smugness echoed in the room. The shot itself was surprisingly personal, a direct medium as if she was looking at the nonexistent cameraman, or more accurately himself, Manami looking vaguely displeased about something as she glared through the screen.

“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHHH~! So this is the poor excuse I’ve been given to train. My my, I think this is even more dreadful than the last commoner I fixed.”

Something about the way her laugh echoed was getting to him, ears still ringing with it as bits of orange creeped into a few strands, James feeling turned on by the smug way it almost felt like she was directly demeaning him. These directors definitely knew what they were doing, Masami’s character rendered in shockingly fluid detail as she continued to laugh, raising her hand smugly with fingers raised under her chin, continuing to laugh as James blushed and stiffened.

“Is that all? OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH~! Not much of a man are you James? Just like this television it’s all too SMALL OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHHH~!”

He loved how assholish she acted, wondering how long till she’d get demeaned as her laugh continued to echo. Behind him stray socks and improperly put away clothes were fading, gaining VHS static as they popped from existence, the handle to his door next to go as it buzzed, rattled then popped away while James was transfixed by Masami’s every move.

“This is better than I was expecting! Wow, Masami-sama is so obnoxious, haughty and awful… I kinda love her for it? Wait did she just say my-”

“Your name, commoner? Yes I did and that disgrace will haunt me for the rest of my consciousness unless I overwrite it. Doesn’t that sound lovely you pitiful peasant? OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHH~!”

Again it was echoing, piercing through like a cold wind as gales of laughter dug into James’s body, his thighs grinding together as he felt an intense urge to join in. There was something so enthralling about the pure joy and malice in her laughter, that knowledge that she didn’t just think he was a worm, she knew it. And soon he’d be stomped out like the filthy commoner he-

“No! Those weren’t my thoughts! This isn’t suppohhhohh~ NNGH!”

Looking down his socks were climbing, black pantyhose forming while lace and frills pressed against his junk. Just that slight titter alone had made his bottom lip swell, his features crinkling as subtle irregularities made the bones grind awkwardly, things shifting inside.

“Of course they weren’t your thoughts. Did you think such poverty could exist in the presence of perfection? Or did you think you’d get to watch me be debased OHOHOHOHOHOHOHHHH~! Surely you must want better for yourself. Squeezing me into this pathetic device as if I’d settle for this OHOHOHOHOHOHOHHHH~!”

James shuddered with every laugh, his nipples stiff like antennas as they drank in the haughtiness, his skin shedding hairs and moles and any sort of imperfection in a ticklish wave that made him gasp along with every smug laugh. To his horror his tv was shaking alongside her laughter too, the screen widening with every haughty syllable, the cheap desk it was on as a makeshift stand warping into an entertainment system as the screen stretched till it bumped into a wall, Masami’s being magnified as it stared at him like an ant, her laughter amplified to literally shake the walls and floor and most importantly James’s body as his skin spat out the last of his bodily hair and any grease to mar his now perfect complexion.

“This isn’t real h-have to get ouuuuHOHOHOHOOOO OHHH FUCK!”

More giggles rammed into his core, the panties dampening with his worthless seed as he stumbled to the ground, feeling each laugh rumble up his core and surge out his chest as pitiful a cups smashed against the floor in an unwanted pulse of bliss. His head felt heavier, hair thickening as it spilled past his chin, strands fluffed up as they began to kink and style themselves, pulling on his mind as he couldn’t help but love the effort it took to maintain her hair. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts Jami ran towards the door to escape whatever curse had been unleashed on him, only to ram against a solid wall, his nose popping upwards into an upraised triangle, much like his pinkies as they grew used to sipping tea flexed as the nails manicured and pulled on the thinning digits.

“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOO~! What are you doing fool? The Yoshioka manor wouldn’t have a room this dingy and small. Dear heavens you clearly need to remember your position. Well Masami? Do you need a reminder or will you remain soiled OHOHOHOHOHOHOOO~!”

Jami moaned, his moans hitching to haughty giggles as his chest expanded alongside his room. It just felt so natural to moan along the mockery, something ohohohoh so right as a corset squeezed his figure down. His undershirt was gaining ruffles, collars forming as the material turned pricier than he could have ever dreamed of if she was a commoner which he was. Was he? So much of his previous life was being rewritten, his exit now just part of the back wall to his expansive living quarters, the cheap metal poles of his bed thickening to polished oak as a canopy sprung up over his complexifying comforter and mattress. He was drowning in luxury, drowning in bliss, the combo sohohohoho good as it washed over him as his growing hair pulled him back to a half formed antique sofa where his chair had been. The laughs were echoing more as the ceilings rose, his low income housing become more estately by the titter.

“Stop c-can’t keep fiiighting this. Soooohohohohohoooo~! Nohoho RRGH p-please I-”

“Be a good little commoner and follow my orders. Unless you’re saying you aren’t a commoner. Are you Masami?”

Ajami could barely think, each laugh squeezing his burgeoning tits against layers of silk, no bra because her tits were so perky and massive she didn’t need support like some common hussy. No that wasn’t his memory of being a lowly worm begging to be crushed. The panties were rubbing against his dirty cock, pads squeezing his frame down, refining it to perfection.

“Here’s how you do a proper laugh, Masami. It must come from our core, filled with the knowledge that we are better than everyone else. Remember that you don’t think you’re better than everyone else, you ARE…”

He couldn’t help but feel his lips wriggle upwards, his eyes throbbing as lashes were tweaked and pulled, his left eye spasming as the iris tripled in size, the socket popping as it widened drastically. He couldn’t help it, Masami’s words sounding more and more right as his b’s continued to swell further, her voice combing through his hair as it poofed wider, twists now visible as the sides draped down his ears with growing strands of pastel orange overtaking their former dark color.

“O-Ohohohoh-”

“NO NO NO!!!”

She accented it with a stomp, each rattle making Ajami’s own feet shrink inside their pantyhose, his legs squirming as they rounded to the plush curvature of excess and pampering. Each stomp increased the quality of the floor, cheap wood thickening, slats turning to marble, quarried from Europe.

“I do NOT feel your contempt! Your mockery! Remember your station! How much better you are and let your body do the rest. You’ll embarrass us for the tea party at this rate Masami. Here let me make you feel it all OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO~! OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOO~!”

Ajami couldn’t take such an assault, his fingers twitching as white gloves tailored them to refined elegance, his brain throbbing as her laughter filled him. He giggled along, fingers twitching as his pride swelled, the haughty bellows squeezing out his diaphragm as they bulged behind his tits, his chin rounding as cheeks softened, feeling so good as he gave in further and further to the haughty ojou smugness. So many fronds and frills were groping him, buzzing and pleasuring him any moment he conceded to her influence, thighs plumpening around a cock desperately leaking out filth for the rubbish disposal but that wasn’t right. H-He wasn’t MASAMI but then if he wasn’t then who else would he? Oh wh-what a silly thought it made him want to-

“OHOHOHOHOHOOO~ Wait… Ohhhohooo~… my head… m-my hair…?”

As his hair was styling into drills, Masami’s thoughts and mannerisms were drilling into his brain, brow softening and rising as his fringe spilled to mask the wider forehead, his shirt’s collar tying into a small bow as his tits continued to jiggle in his ruffled undershirt. It all was screaming Masami to him, Majami shuddering, thankful for the petticoats and layers of skirts in his ensemble as they soaked up his fading masculinity. This was what he wanted wasn’t it? To feel lady Masami’s thighs on his disappointing cock? Really he should be thanking her for letting it exist at all to feel her glorious-

“OHOHOHOHO~! W-Wasn’t I just watching Masami…? M-Masaaami? Ohhh~ Ohooohooo~!”

It felt wrong to say, his commoner tongue disgracing it even as it slid between her plush lips, his tits heaving as they forced the bodice of his dress looser only for her growing tits to ram against every gap left, his balls depleted as with barely any nudging they slurped inside. She squealed out in haughty bliss, her own face reflected on the massive screen looming over her smugly, Ohohoing at… him? No he wasn’t Masami yet wh-which meant his filthy tongue had used her first-

“You will address me as LADY YoHOHOHOHOOOO~shiOHOHOHOHOOOOka…”

Yes he had to put him in his place, put himself? No, that commoner. She had to squash it out, remove every trace from inside herself. Himself? He couldn’t even see his cock anymore, her tits bulging past what any conventional bra could hold, her Yoshioka pride on full display as she felt that ungrateful worm twitching, crushed between her thighs as her outfit grew ever more colorful and expensive. What was a cock doing between her thighs? Did it really think it could be allowed to- No b-but that was his cock. But why did that feel so… disgusting. No, he was Masami. She was Majami? Oh lord it was really starting to thrust.

“W-Wait, address me? But I’m- OHHHH~?!”

It sank, spools of orange hair uncoiling from his scalp only to coil into drills, his other eye tripling in size as his brain was being battered by smug. The laughs weren’t just shaking his core and jostling his tits which were larger than his head now, but slapping his brain against her skull, all resistance paling in comparison to the obvious betterment of everything. His own laughter was speeding the corruption of reality, marble pillars forming as they raised the ceiling higher, his own echoing giggles rewarding him with hastening changes in a death spiral of haughty delight. Even the feeling of half her cock pulsing inside did little to convince her otherwise. How adorable of her former self to try and give her some modicum of pleasure, but it was the least it could do after she had let it cum countless times. Though g-god it really felt amazing having her own pussy c-carved like the moldings above her manor’s-

“OHHHHH~OHOHOHOHOHOOOOOO~! OHOHOHOHOHOHOHO-”

It kept thrusting away its existence, a poverty of masculinity and Masami would never accept poverty anywhere near her presence. She refused to touch it, laughing at its very existence, so pitiful it couldn’t even resist her pantyhose or panties as they pushed the dirty thing inside. She could feel her pride as a Yoshioka blooming, her bosom blocking out everything below her chin from sight as her ass made an already plush cushion even plusher to rest on. Masami fully understood then, the joy of bullying, of knowing you had absolute control over a thing as it hid itself from sight, not even a bulge, fucking her as it nestled and spread into her family tree as a gush of feminine fluids worth their weight in gold to usher in her new estate.

“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH OHOHOHOHOHOHO OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHHHH~ YESSSS~! I am Masami Yoshioka and I understand what I must do.”

“Wonderful, me. Though do try and fix these dreadful surroundings. We shouldn’t be surrounded or even threatened by the sight of poverty. Ohohoho how silly these poor poor fools are. Emphasis on the poor OHOHOHOHO! OHOHOHOHOHOOOO~!”

The video finished, Masami wondering if she should just record her own laugh and post it to the internet, fixing all the commoners of the world with barely a finger lifted over time. But there was that personal touch that made it so much more fun to see in person and it wasn’t like anyone could resist her. After all she clearly was the greatest existence and it was oh so hard to find good company. She’d remake this world and turn every suburb into an estate and country club in due time, but for now she was famished and thankfully her roommate had arrived just in time, looking utterly confused.

“Dude I think I got laced with something the whole fucking house turned into a- Who the hell are-”
“Oh good fetch me my afternoon snack OHOHOHOHOHO~!”
One laugh was all it took, her former peasant of a roommate collapsing and moaning, her laughter raising his stock as frills erupted alongside masculinity, the comical sight continuing her smug control over reality as her roommate’s squeals gradually died down to muted, feminine sighs. Soon a busty maid who was utterly subservient to her whims was born, not a shock since all of reality was her plaything now. Yes, a snack first, then world domination. It wouldn’t be hard after all, just like her servants the world was hers to command…