Aira Ascending(Okarun to Aira Dandadan TG)

It wasn't easy being the perfect chosen angel of the gods meant to save the world, yet Aira in her humble and perfect opinion felt only she was fit for the job. Truly the world loved her which was why she was so popular and immensely beautiful. And yet she found herself in the impossible situation of lusting after a demon, a demon who wanted the proof of her chosen one status for his own.

Yes they had insisted that her golden ball was not a holy relic but a dirty offshoot of a demon. A dorky, adorable demon... Well she had gained other powers anyways and she supposed she did owe them. Returning it was a perfect handicap anyways, her holy object sure to help purify Okarun's human heart and free him from Momo's demonic influence. While she would give it up for the sake of being fair and surely her beauty and popularity would overcome all like a true chosen one, she'd miss having the object she had poured so much worship into.

"I know you're a sign of my specialness! I'll just have to pour a lifetime's adoration and popularity into you before you are returned to that demon! Holy bliss!"

Despite the loud yelling of a special attack, Aira merely cradled the golden orb and imagined all her holy powers powering it, delusional- er, faithful enough to do this for the whole night all the while her upgraded aura melded into the karmic form of Okarun's masculinity. She gripped it, whispering of her own excellence, feeling exhaustion creep in as her very life force made it gleam even holier, the spherical shape gradually rubbed more ovular, Aira's worship bubbling up at one end after an especially draining pulse crinkled the bloat as Aira finally collapsed into vaguely erotic dreams of demons being purified and moaning her name.

All in all subtle warpings that obscured the drastic shift in function to a thing that was about to be reinserted between Okarun's legs the following morning by people too distracted to notice anything amiss...

THWACK

"Is it in there?"

"AGGGGH OW OWWW Erm... YES WOOOHOOO~!"

"Let me see it."

"N-NO!"

Hours later and Okarun was beginning to regret saying no. N-Not to having Momo's grandmother inspect his genitalia of course, but there was this oddness he couldn't shake. Admittedly the pain of having your own testicle home runned into yourself had masked any subtler nuances to having his ball back. Besides with only one of them it made sense that the balance would feel a bit... off. General soreness had gradually turned to heat over the following hour, and then something far more embarrassing as Okarun couldn't even stare at Momo or Aira without feeling the heat swell into lust. And now two hours later his body was damp with sweat with an erection that wouldn't abate no matter how hard Okarun tried to distract himself.

"I-It's perfectly natural to feel heightened after this I mean... It's a sexual organ. I don't see Miss Momo or Miss Aira l-like..."

For some reason saying the latter made it twitch, Okarun gasping as he inspected his naked body for any irregularities. He especially didn't like Miss Aira in that way, yet his body seemed to ignore his attempts at retaining a gentlemanly facade as he glanced at his returned testicle.

"They did put it back right yes? I-It looks a bit... puckered?"

It had been driven in pretty far, perhaps it would descend a bit more over time? Or maybe he was just being paranoid? Still there was a slight pucker to it and he swore the tension between his legs was a bit different than pure arousal as a finger exploringly dimpled into the-

"AHHHH~?!"

It didn't fall back, Okarun gasping as it stuck to something inside, his eyes lidded as a sudden release splattered over his bathroom sink. Slowly his breathing returned to normal, but a full body lethargy had taken over, the heat nearly feverish as he rubbed his drooping eyes.

"Something... wrong. Talk to... Miss Demon... tomorrow..."

It was hard to panic when every bit of him felt exhausted, the fluids from his cock a sparkly mix of pink and gold, a desperate attempt to eject the foreign spiritual matter slowly spreading through his aura. For hours now, his returned "testicle's" lump had been inserting itself into his body, his aura gradually diminishing as sexual energy was inevitably sucked into the converted ball, blue becoming pink, pink threading deeper in a feverish infection of perverted energy. With his aura already barely controlled it was only a matter of time, draining him to the point his body was now desperately trying to pass out to save all its energy to resisting the conversion.

This left him so out of it that he didn't even hear the squeaking shifts in his bathroom, a bland mirror gaining cuter accessories, his toiletries firmly splattered as their designs shifted demographics. A bit even leaked into one of the outlets, the lights flickering as first a plug formed, then a wire, but he was already collapsing into his bed by then, groaning as it took two tries to roll onto his back as even just rubbing it once against the top sheets sent another draining pulse of pink from his cock. He looked down, on the verge of passing out, staring down as something gurgled inside. There was such a desperate pressure pushing inwards, Okarun groaning as without thinking he clamped his legs around the source, the world going pink as his head shot back in bliss.

Ohhh~ Ohhhhkarun...

His family jewel was now half inserted, the wrinkled skin of his sack throbbing as over the course of the night, each wrinkle would be ironed out as the puckered thing pinched against his "ball." Cum misted out the tip of his dick, Okarun panting in his sleep, the damp spot from before already pinkening as the thread count went up wherever his cum dampened, the shifting reproductive organ thrusting again and again over the next hour till the weakening muscle finally parted enough for its bulbed end to press against his tubes. Suddenly all that Aira energy had a way in, forcing in as each throb pushed against the resistant host, pressing in till-

"HNNGH AH AHHHH~!"

Explosive didn't begin to describe the following release, his bony hips thrust upwards as his body raised into a bridge of unbridled pleasure, cum splattering across the room, more blue than pink though it didn't take long to shimmer to that girly color. Splotches of pink infected his walls, his carpet, spots of pillows slowly fluffing out as lace sprouted like some kind of mossy infection of femininity.

The following hour was less explosive as muscle was slowly irradiated with Aira energy, spread open and fucked, his body's desperate resistance growing less effective by the thrust. Sweat dampened everything, glimmery bits of aura soaking into his pinkening sheets and down into the mattress, his thrashing form slowly gaining room to jostle on as his Twin sized bed became a Queen, small bubbles of flesh rising and popping as his ovary became flush with his groin. Hands balled up into fists, his breathing erratic as it wriggled deeper.

Five hours in and his body was beginning to be irradiated with estrogen, his groans sounding huskier like he had a cold, his body grinding unconsciously against sheets as patches of skin stuck and detached, everything itchy as his hands slid across his shifting form. Soon his head was shifting left, then right, then left again, itchy sparks trembling as fine shoots of pink sprouted under the black, sweat matted hair spilling down his cheeks. They were a bit asymmetrical, the left half growing faster than the right, floral scents filling his nostrils as pink slowly overtook the black as his wilder tufts combed down, covering up his ears. A particularly violent thrust seemed to send some signal to the pinkened strands, two full locks coming to life as they spiraled together before thrusting into the unconscious Okarun's ears.

Silky strands dug through the canals sliding into his skull as they threaded themselves into his brain, various forms threading into being. Lips inside his ear canals, feelers that slowly stroked his brain as voices whispered intimately of Aira's greatness, how he was being chosen, that lump inside him was special, proof of his perfection. On and on droning about how right this would feel, how honored he should be, the whispers eagerly building inside as his subconscious was filled with Aira.

Inside his head, Okarun was blushing like mad, Momo naked and moaning his name with her legs spread. Green hands were rubbing up and down her naked body as he tried to turn away, only for more to force him to watch as she fingered herself.

"Mmm~ Okarun you should feel this too."

Hands were rubbing all over, tearing away his clothes, his embarrassed pleas ignored, moaning as he was fondled, gasping as the fingers even felt around his missing balls.

"Ah w-wait Miss A-AHHHYAAAASE~!"

They thrust inside the gaps, the psychic fingers teasing spots deep inside, Okarun utterly helpless against the arousal as she moved towards him slowly, teasingly.

"Yeah a balless wimp like you should be the bitch. Tooootally lame. Come on and just give in. Join my evil empire Okarun..."

What was she saying? What was she doing?! Was she growing devil horns and a tail? And oh god what was she doing between his thighs?! Okarun could feel it building, the root of his manhood twisting, a bolt of fear struggling against the pleasure as he screamed for help only for a giant wash basin to suddenly fall on Momo.

"Serves her right! Oh you poor corrupted thing. I have vanquished the great evil! But that demon's influence runs deep. Don't worry I'll save you."

Okarun whimpered, left painfully on edge, still dazed from the alien pleasure and fear he had escaped from, yet that pleasure tormented him. Some tension inside was struggling to resolve, Okarun curling into a ball as a giant hand picked him up.

Suddenly all was blissful, all was amazing, the giant hands rubbing his naked body, squeezing around and around as their heavenly heat filled his body. It was Aira, a giant naked Aira rubbing him all over, whispering of salvation, repeating her name, every repetition gradually building the warmth. Time lost all meaning, the cupped hands rubbing for what could be hours or centuries, Aira's touch revelatory, Okarun's body feeling like it was melting, shifting, Aira's touch molding him, her words assuring how all his doubts would be removed, all his loneliness would be replaced by popularity and all he had to do was let herself be reborn and let go of all-

"AH AHHHHHN Oooh n-not there nahht~ mmgh."

Okairun awoke sticky and unresolved, hands shooting down to his painfully erect groin and stroked, only to feel the pressure build without release. Even rolling onto his front and thrusting against his princess bed sheets did little more than frustrate, the slimy skin a turn off and something about the stroking motion felt wrong. In fact everything felt wrong, his raspy moans, his aching body and most of all what lay between his thighs. It was as if he was cursed, shuddering at fragments of Momo's demon form emerging from the interrupted wet dream, Okairun rolling out of bed and stumbling into the adjacent bathroom.

Without his glasses everything was still blurry but he could tell something was wrong, a blur of pink and black around his head, a glance between his thighs in the full body mirror forcing him to squint as he realized suddenly that something was missing. Or was it? He really needed his glasses, fumbling around as he tried not to rub the aching shaft, instead patting the area below, groping for his... something. Blast that demon for debuffing his awareness, just a smooth patch of flatness as his fingers slid righ-

SCHLICK

"Ah AHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII~... ra?"

Saying that name felt right, Okairun shuddering as a familiar warmth spread through him, his fingers accidentally dimpled into a surprise gap as his legs nearly collapsed. It was like poking against a trampoline, swirling a finger as the heat started to build, feeling excitement build as if he had found a sasquatch den or a burrow to the underground people or or her holy sanctum's entrance.

An even stronger shudder ran through, his fingers thrusting as they rammed into something sticky dug deep in the back, Okairun grunting as the hidden hollow became a seamless fold trembling inwards. It felt like progress, the wrongness from stroking himself replaced with a deeply urgent want. Holy water to purify. Would a shower work? Of course it would. His beauty would purify all.

Quickly twisting the knob with one hand, the other made circular motions, two joints deep as the featureless walls of the entrance gained texture, ridges and a puffy lip near the knuckles spreading more of that incredible warmth his body needed, Okairun wasting no time to jump into the scalding water. He felt sticky and gross anyways as if some great caul had formed over her pristine beauty though the rack seemed awfully bare, nose wriggling over a single all for one body wash and shampoo container. Surely this was a test of worthiness!

In some ways he was right. Over the course of the night, large patches of flaky dead skin had formed, other bits slimy from detached hairs and shifting textures, random smatterings of acne uprooted from pores. Essentially he had shed all his greasier skin and the water was peeling it off, the added heat making his body itch all over as nails dug across his body, shearing off the poorly maintained dermis, Okairun moaning at the sensations as his nails grew. It felt so good, he had forgotten where his other fingers were, the lengthening nails of his fingering hand digging in with the same force as above.

SCHLLP~

"YES YESSSS OH YESSSSSS~!"

After agonizing hours of digging, that forceful prod had finished the job, Okairaun screaming as his former testicle inverted. Ropes of cum squirted out, testosterone and sperm forced out en masse as he was released from hours of being stuck in horny purgatory. There was an irony to the jubilant squeals, unknowingly moaning for the end of any chance his body had of stopping this. He fingered himself till the releases thinned, only dregs of testosterone left as the remaining sperm coiled into eggs.

Finally he could think clearly, that holy trial one heck of a doozy! Or maybe that DeMomon had cursed him. That would explain all this weird grime he had to wash off. He was feeling a bit dizzy after such an immense release, his blurred vision seeing doubles, then triples, then... He shook his head, more flaps of black plopping to the shower floor as he grabbed the scalp rinse he preferred, rubbing it in deep as any remaining flaps of his old hair and scalp dissolved into bubbles while he picked up a bottle of exfoliating ultra cleanse beauty body wash.

Flickers of arousal followed, but nothing as overwhelming as before as he lathered up his entire body, cooing as his old skin was scrubbed and moisturized to perfection. Even without the soaped up surface his fingers now slid frictionlessly against peachy, perfect skin, a few louder sighs accompanying the scrubbing of his chest as the browner nipples were lathered into pink peaks, his cock shuddering a bit as the scrubbing left it a little less girthy, yet tender as it stubbornly stayed erect. After a rinse, conditioner, another rinse and a thorough pat down with her hot pink towel and a final bit of styling mousse and comb work, Okairaun was really starting to feel normal again.

Or maybe it was just how good he felt in general. His sensitive new skin was pleasantly prickling while the supernatural ovary inside was doing its best to make his general state of being float on cloud nine in general. Though it needed some charging after a full night of converting and purifying. There was that one pesky missing testicle that was still trying to do anything it could to prevent it, but already the hollow gap left by it had been flooded with estrogen, leaving an oblivious Okairaun sighing every now and then as his stiffy's leaks seemed to be a blind spot in his current consciousness.

That gap in awareness grew a bit more obvious when he started to change into his school clothes, looking confused at his dresser, the contents not yet converted as he pulled out his usual clothes. Of course, the moment he slid an undershirt on and felt the rough scrape against his pink nipples, a loud gasp and spurt ensured that his entire wardrobe would get a much needed sprucing up as he slid  the only pair of tighty whities he had left that weren't turning lacy or skimpy yet, smacking the waist band awkwardly over his shaft as if it wasn't there, pointing it straight up as it buzzed against his smooth stomach.

The rest of the uniform followed, a bit baggier after the subtle full body shrinkage, his socks bunching up near the top in a way that reminded him of Momo. ...demon... He rubbed the top of his head, flinching a bit as his brow smoothened, cheeks flushed at the memory of her clobbering her with a wash basin. Yet didn't he want to see her? He vaguely felt something inside trying to rise to the surface, rubbing a sore spot at the center of his temples as his fingers tapered slimmer. Thankfully another leak and the tension resolved, Okairan cooing as he slid his glasses on and grabbed a copy of Japaranormal Weekly he hadn't finished.

"Ah! Space cr-heatures took ohhver the Indian embassyyy?!

He had to keep adjusting his glasses, the lenses bobbing a bit more loosely than usual, his raspy whoops and sighs having an adolescent crack to them as his voice occasionally rose to reedy highs it never had before. Of course, walking meant that his cock was rubbing up and down against his smooth navel, and even if his consciousness got fuzzy when he focused down there, every block would make the tender organ leak.

"Mars fahhhshion week leaked early? The most pahhhpular fits ahhhs predicted by Nostradahhhmus and Fitch..."

First his undershirt took the dampness, but soon the hem was climbing up, the uniform hiding the slow bunching of fabric. Soon the dribbles were dampening his underwear, cotton becoming silk, parts billowing out while others squeezed together into tight triangles. By the time he was almost at the school gates it was pooling in his socks, slowly spreading the wet fabric over his calves, tightening  by the inch as his undershirt pulled into padded cups under his male uniform.

"Ooooh~ twehhlve dating tiiiips ehhvery young womaaaan should knoooow~?"

No that wasn't the kind of thing he was reading right? It was one of those popular fashion magazines. And he had been reading uh... About demons or something? To beat Momo and become the earth's savior. But why were the words getting so blurry? Okairan rubbed his eyes, circling wider and wider as they grew, the world turning blurrier by the second. It was causing a headache, soon unable to read the letters as his fingers tried to ease it down, pinching his nose as it perted upwards, adding an adorable nasal bubbliness to his voice and also causing his glasses to clatter on the asphalt outside the gate to school.

"Heeey~ I need tho- Huh?"

His lashes fluttered, growing thicker as his red pupils finished paling to a similar pink as his hair, the world turning crystal clear. But he was supposed to be  nearly taken down by that blindness curse! Good thing her beauty protected her!

Given how many memories of glasses had to be removed, Okairan's body shook, gasping as another release drained the irregularities, his lips plumping as they squashed into a pleased pucker. It was the most intense one since the shower, the nearness to school and the original giving a bit more oomph to the golden ovary inside of him. Though rather than change his uniform, it slowly began eating away, needing to curdle more of that demon's influence. And save his precious... Who? That question sent him on autopilot, dropping the fashion mag as the warning bell rang.

Okairan stood outside his... Okarun's classroom door, pondering on why he had stopped there. But wasn't this a prime spot for a trap? Yes of course she couldn't confess to him here. At lunch break was when she'd pounce and make that dorky demon her thrall and take responsibility for-

"Hey cutie."

Oh no one of his bullies! Wait he was? But he called him cute. Ooh b-being called that felt odd, Okairan feeling dizzy as his entire shaft began to buzz. What was this feeling? This craving for the eyes locked onto him when he usually wanted to avoid not being the center of attention as the most beautiful-  Rrgh something was throbbing what was this-

"You know you put on the wrong uniform right? And it's got holes in it. Is that like a fashion statement? Trying to be cute Aira?"

Cute cute oh god his i-image he had to not marr it, gulping away the last of that annoying lump in his throat as his voice climbed to an adorably nasally purr. His ovary was twisting, something being sucked on, the edges of his lips twisting to a smile as he stumbled clumsily in mock exaggeration, "Whoopsy~! I'm such a ditz sometimes! But you'll forgive me riiiight~?"

More people staring, laughing, excited, the whole class in awe of her presence, this feeling on the tip of his tongue. H-He was an outcast and loner! He didn't mind that did he? No but all these eyes, these giggles ah w-was he po- P-Paaaah~ POPULARPOPULARPOPU-

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHN~!"

Three orgasms rippled through, Okaira stumbling as the tip of his cock slid down his navel. Just a small bit had pulled inside but it had nearly floored him, everything humming as his nipples poked against his bra. The ditziness wasn't even an act at this point, muscles growing softer, heat spreading up his navel. All that and she had to hurry or she'd be late to her actual classroom! But he couldn't shake the fealing something was really off.

There was something a bit off kilter with Okaira's gait, all sorts of jumbled steps as his joints began to feel mismatched, pressure building in his hips, his back aching, knees every now and then popping as his gait muddled through a mix of ditzy and reserved. And while that all should have been quite uncomfortable, the bliss of being enveloped in charge for his Aira converter was mind scramblingly potent. For a few minutes the intensity was hard to ignore, Okaira feeling that even if something was only slightly off and even if he was kind of scared of her, he should really ask Momo-

THUNK

The wash basin memory, a light concussion loosening his brains as he moaned, a vertebrae scrunched inwards, Now his center of gravity was a bit wonky all because that Momo-

THUNK

And there went another inch, his shoulders stinging from a slight dulling, more of their shrinking form visible as his top was in tatters. Another two vertebrae had joined the first, angling his chest out. Why was this happening to him? Couldn't that useless Momo-

THUNK

D-Devil spaaawn? Ohhh~ why did that make his chest so-

THUNK

WHY WAS THIS DEMON-

THUNK

Okaira fell to his knees, gasping as his cock's head slid down to the hem of his panties, pants dissolving as imaginary blows forcibly shrunk him. The angrier he referred to that insufferable demonic spawn of satan the more his shrinking frame rewarded with surges to his chest. Jealousy that's it! That demonic evil was behind all of this, Okaira cursing her name over and over as her uniform shred to pieces, moaning as his figure curved more and more, Bigger tits, daintier waist, all of it so adorably petite and beautiful and elegant unlike that delinquent demonic scum of-

"C'maaaaahn guys what's everyone star- ANOTHER ME?!"

Okaira turned, seeing the original behind, confusion turning to ecstasy as his tits grew another cup size, everything clicking into place as he gasped. It was time to be save and be saved~!

"Why is another me half naked?!"

Hmm? No a popular girl of status like himself wouldn't ever be... He looked down and blushed, shrieking at the top of his lungs, "THIS IS AYASE MOMO'S FAULT!"

She wasn't even lying, genuinely believing this all to be part of her demonic plans to sully and corrupt the savior of mankind all because she was jealous of the school's most beautiful... man?

The other Aira was quick to use her new powers, hair wrapping around the half naked doppelganger in what felt like a wet dream come true for Kaira, to be wrapped in Aira's perfection and warmth and be purified and-

Aira had to muffle her almost twin as he thrashed in the throes of nirvana, her hair noticing the bulge that was leaking what felt like her own godly aura, a few pops adding to his curves as she felt admittedly aroused by the sound of her voice trying to squeal her own name. But most importantly of all, she could feel her precious golden ball, everything clicking as she realized just who was in her grasp. She quickly dove into one of the storage sheds at the edge of the school, someplace private to deal with this revelation. There she could finally watch the demon that she had fallen for moaning, arms thinning gracefully, hands clenching a stomach whose muscle was squirming downwards as her own graceful curves formed. Aira was shocked. This... This was...

"Amazing! I knew I could tear you away from that demon! I didn't know you fell for me this hard I hadn't seen anything about this in any of those videos in my father's study, but clearly this is your buried human heart! Don't you see what this means Okarun?!"

Saying his name briefly brought a spark of awareness through the intense pleasures just her proximity had, Kaira- Okaira groaning as Aira grabbed him by the cheeks.

"You're a chosen one too! And of course since only I can be the chosen one, the golden ball in its wisdom is making you a fellow angel of light! I always wanted a sister, though lets give you your holy raiment!"

"W-WAAAAIIIT IIII-"

The brief moment of resistance only made the next part more intense, Aira kissing her clone, summoning the spirit inside as the Acro Silky's spread from her head to Kaira's. It was like Aira's entire being had engulfed whatever remained of his old self's memories, phasing into his brain and shaking it faster and faster. Cryptids, aliens, all his nerdy hobbies, all his individuality was being surrounded by an aura that demanded ascension, his thoughts rising higher as lengthening bangs plunged into his ears and nose, tickling his uvula, countless voices all repeating the same name, the one he screamed as everything inside his head erupted in an orgasmic bloom of pink hair.

"AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIRAAAAAAAA~!"

The original smiled proudly, watching as her blossoming chosen one's hair spread around, pink sparkles spraying into the air as his cock slid beneath the lip of the panties. He just couldn't stop cumming, Aira's presence like being plunged into nirvana, his proof of being chosen rewarding him as it worked up his legs, silky hair sewing into socks that raised his arches, pointing his toes and toning calves and thighs for dancing. A large surge plunged into his ass, squirming into the muscle as it winched his hips apart, glorious fat filling in the last missing pieces of his figure before ramming from behind into his shrunken cock.

"AH AHHHH IT'S H-AHHHPPEHHHNING III'M AHHHSCENDING I- OOOH~?!"

A sultry confidence replaced the fervent squealing, a much more measured, controlled groan rolling out as hair wrapped around his near naked body, tuning him like a fork as the pink follicles billowed into a matching uniform. Inside his aura's note was rising, every cell humming in pleasure as his right leg rose, bones snapping and flexibility reaching absurd levels as any muscles strained were replace or sewn into formations that could, a thick ponytail thrusting into her half formed slit as the one stuck in her cock tugged.

"YYYYEHHHEHHHHEHHHHHHSS~!"

There was just one piece missing, that spiritual tuning reaching out to the gap that needed to be filled, calling to the missing testicle that had been so thoroughly resisting its fate. Strings buzzed and tangled around a singular gap, locking onto the tether that kept it a part of his body before pulling.

"Here it comes Aira! The final step of your purification!"

A membrane cracked apart, New Aira's slit spreading as the resistant organ was dragged inside her pussy.

"YESSSSSSSS~! OH OHHH AIIIIRA~!"

In it thrust, every spiritual trace of Okarun melting into Aira, hair twisted around his shaft as it was screwed into his body, the aura overwhelming his ball as it warped, slipped and inverted like its twin.

In went her cock, Aira's legs spread at a 180 angle, everything tearing open in one final release as her cock was reborn into her heavenly garden. Her ponytail plunged a few times to fully make sure, the original looking on with excitement.

"Was it as good as I said it would be? Were you fully reborn into an angel of light."

Her twin was still half mute from pleasure, flashing a V for Victory as she slid the last bulb of cock tip into a clit.

Soon the two delusional chosen ones were giggling, knowing they were special, glad to prove that their proof of divinity wasn't some silly testicle like that demon Momo had said. Obviously it knew this dire world needed two perfect beauties, two world savers who could take on the demon lord and make her life miserable. They'd show Momo why you don't drop basins on people's heads.

Though maybe after some one on one training. The original was definitely feeling a lot of those perverted things all those magazines talked about that she'd stolen a peek at from her dad's stash, and she finally had the one being worthy of her beauty. Herself.