Jacked Off(Kyoka Jirou Tg)

James eyed the pink pen warily, not really believing it was real. It was just barely out of the box sent by his friend Jack who was on the line. The paper was blank besides his phone number with his name above since they usually only talked on discord.

"You said you got this from Charo?"

"Yep."

"And it's like the one from his stories?"

"Don't be so pen-sive and just use it. Be careful though, everyone in those stories th-inks they have control but they-"

BEEP

James ended the call, not wanting to hear another dumb pun, deciding what would be the best use of a reality altering pen.

Maybe he should call back Jack and make it so that he couldn't ever pun again. Then again, it was a gift and he'd feel like an asshole if he used it on a friend like that. Either way, whenever someone got the pink pen they usually used it without thinking or didn't believe it and James would rather not end up the victim of overconfidence. He'd do something simple and easy and not up for debate. After all it had been a long quarantine and he had gotten a bit of pudge so if it worked it'd be perfect and if it didn't, well he could always just say it was a motivational goal and not anything serious.

Either way there wasn't any possible chance something this innocuous could go wrong right? To make sure, he carefully wrote out each letter, not pausing too much out of fear that pausing midway could cause a different sentence to trigger. In a nice neat script, he wrote, "I want to get fully jacked and sexy."

...Actually wait maybe he should cross off the "sexy," but would that mess it up even more or should he just wait and see if anything even-

"Mmph..." James turned, unsure where the pressure was coming from, but feeling a noticeable tingle starting somewhere near his face.

He couldn't help but giggle a little, trying to figure out where exactly it was coming from. Something was tapping against the sides of his cheeks, swaying as the tingle felt warm and nice, finally zeroing in on it with a coo as he felt up his ear lobes. Even without his fingers it felt like someone with the softest skin ever was caressing them, gripping the bottoms of both his ears and slowly twisting them one way, then the other.

"Oooh uhh umm..."

James didn't really know how to respond, it was such a nice feeling, one hand falling to his desk as he felt the twisting feeling tug, gasping as each pull made his ears more sensitive, the feelings rising almost to the point where it was, kind of turning him on? What that had to do with getting jacked he didn't know but god did it feel amazing as the tips buzzed, James's cock fully erect as he felt them swipe against his... shoulders?

"Huh?"

No that wasn't right. But he could feel them on his shoulders, tapping on the bones with their... hard bottoms? Craning his neck just barely allowed him to see what was going on as an extended lobe was pooling onto his collarbone, the tugs now squeezing as he tried not to moan too loudly, the pressure feeling weirdly erotic as it hardened, squeezing into a tough rounded dongle as it squeezed it even harder, a squeal erupting from James's lips as his lengthened lobes now ended in a pale, flesh colored audio jack.

"Oh sh-shit ohhh~ sh-mmph fuuuuck what's h-AHHH-ppening?!"

There was a small rip as the fleshy ends peeled back to reveal metal, the feeling mirrored on his other side as both his ears grew pierced at the base, his cock now struggling against his jeans as he flailed in his chair, groaning as he could feel the fleshy stalks his earlobes now encompassed growing muscle and nerves, trying not to cream his pants as the ear jacks began to jerk wildly about his head.

He tried to grab onto one of the spasming stalks, instantly regretting it as he found out the hard way just how sensitive they were. Gripping them felt like stroking his shaft and whenever one of the metal jacks scraped his fingers a spark would jolt off, making him grunt as the pleasure left him breathless. Alright the main thing that went wrong in these kinds of situations was panic right? If he just breathed in nice and slowly he'd calm down and he'd have time to fix whatever this was with the pink pen. At least the movement seemed to be calming somewhat, sweat dotting his body as the fleshy stalks rubbed against his shoulders, James refusing to indulge in the warm erotic delights of it. He wished they'd stop teasing his shoulders though. Actually now that he had a chance to pause and look at his body, the spots his ear jacks were rubbing against looked kind of chipped, recessed around the sockets almost like he had two plu-

KCHINK KCHINK

BZZZ

"GYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~!"

The jacks plugged into his body, pulsing as vibrations ransacked his skeleton in a buzzing sort of pleasure that loosened his muscle and rattled his bones. Sparks were flying and a song was blasting into his body, shaping it as the melody faintly echoed around his mind, a hint of it in his ears that was drowned out by his own lust filled screams. Whatever they were doing to his shoulders it was spreading, a series of wrenching crunches and subtle pops adding percussion to the bassy rumble going through him as he felt like he was collapsing into himself. It wasn't entirely inaccurate, his shoulders rolling to work out the discomfort as the plates shrank and relocked, moaning as his frame shrunk down to a far more petite stance, tiny hairs standing on edge as waves of noise and energy flew down his skin, only for the dark hairs to quickly pop off with a sizzle, his skin gaining a pale sheen and texture that felt ungodly smooth as the muscles began to contract.

Both arms were bubbling like they were being boiled, little pockets of melting muscle steaming out his pores as they pulled in, all but a small layer of plush, feminine fat eradicated as his arms could best be described as svelte and slender. He almost got lost in how good it felt, moaning as his clenched fingers could feel the smoothness hitting his palms, unable to stop feeling themselves up as it felt like someone was massaging his wrists and hands. Something in the music was telling him to enjoy it, James watching as his right hand spasmed under the changes, the flesh quivering as each finger extended, dripping with sweat as they wriggled in their new slim forms and as each nail jutted out with a glossy clear finish, he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to wrap it around his cock and push it-

"SHIT SHIT SHIT STOOOP THIS NO-AAUUUUW~!"

His voice was wavering with a metallic sheen, like someone in a studio was turning an effect on and off each time a strong rattle bounced up his collarbone. Before his left could be turned he tried desperately without thinking to unplug, grabbing both by the middle and yanking them violently. They disengaged, leaving the jacks they had slotted into flush with his shoulders but in return the pleasure feedback utterly rocked his world, James screaming as a loud metallic sound screeched through his mind as the squeezing pressure on his lobes translated to a harsh press on his sack. Kicking his jeans free, James came, gasping in frenzied ecstasy as his cum splattered all over his open laptop, the screen shorting out as its inner circuitry was invaded by his release while James fell onto his desk gasping for air. The release had shaken through his hips, his spine buzzing like a tuning fork at a low pitch, his cock somehow still erect as his remaining hand still twitched despite the effort, a despairing groan mixed with moans as the fingers twitched into pristine pixie digits.

James felt like his body was a live wire, the changed sections of skin sensitive to the slightest touch, more of his body somehow mapped to his cock as simple things felt intensely erotic. His shirt was painfully course, and in his frantic tearing of it to end the feelings he barely noticed the collar cleanly separating after a swipe of his ear jacks, a brief period of relative calm letting him take a break from panic as his fingers slid against his desk and plucked a note as they scraped against the neck of a guitar.

But James didn't have a guitar. All he had on his desk was his computer which should be-

"What the fuck?!"

His laptop was a tortured mass of electronics and metal, parts of it bulging like the battery was about to burst while ports extended out, wires breaking out of circuitry to coil around the rising edges of upthrusted ports, thickening to guitar strings while buzzing as they scraped against the softening bulk of the neck. Frets were forming in orderly patterns as the chewed up systems hollowed out, the screen collapsing into a circle as the glass cracked, melting down into a glossy finish as the boy of a guitar finished forming. One final rattling sound finished off its change as a large aux cord was shot out from the bottom, a quarter inch end gleaming with a life of its own, though due to how it was hanging off the desk, James had no way of seeing its tip periscoping around before zeroing in on his half exposed crotch.

Something inside him wanted to touch it, strum the strings and finger it harder than a fresh... No what were these thoughts? He had to stop losing focus.

"Okay where's that fucking pe-EHEHEHEHEHN!"

James kicked his legs, throwing the chair back as the guitar followed, flinging into his open arms as he screamed and grinded against the chair, his boxers torn. He didn't understand until he looked down to find the quarter inch aux cord trying to plug into his cock and with a screech, he realized it was working.

"NNGH NNGH OOH NO P-PLEASE!"

The rounded tip of the jack slid inside up to the first bulb, James thrashing as the guitar kept him from getting to his dick. Something was shifting in it, a string buzzing as he felt the note burn through his cock, a quivering scream accompanying the sensation of his cock being hollowed and ridged. Worst of all it felt mind meltingly hot, James's hips unable to help themselves as he thrusted into the jack, feeling each inch shove itself in as the guitar fully plugged into his cock. Without warning a chord blasted from it, blasting his body with pleasure so strong he couldn't help himself, screaming along as cum blasted out the edges of his cock, the chord buzzing along his spine before resting in his throat as his screams went from heavy metal yelping to riot grrl excellence.

"OOOOOOOOOH F-FUUUCK GAWD I CAN'T TAKE A-ANY MOOOOOOORE!"

Feedback echoed in his mind as his neck crimped upwards, his moans a familiar punky alto as more and more cum splattered about his room, his head shooting back as black hair streamed down in an uneven bob cut, strands chaotically slanting and extending while blue star imprints shaded the edges. He was seeing stars, groaning as more thoughts slipped inside, his eyes watering as he could feel his lashes growing, mascara tickling the undersides of his widening, slanted eyes as the comforting brush of makeup lidded his eyelids.

Even if he hadn't put it on, he could remember doing it, biting a lip as he tried to ignore how fucking awesome and cool it was to doll up his face into whatever he wanted to which wasn't this punky girl look he was rocking. Oh no shit just thinking about rocking made him want to, w-want to-

"NNGH shit stop thinking stAAAAHHHP~ AHHH!"

He couldn't help himself, moaning in tune with the chord as his lips bloated, the musical power crumbling his jaw to fit the cute punky sound in his head that his body craved to match with every second.

"No I d-don't want this I don't want to turn into some b-boring dude! Huh? No shit stahhp fucking with my, m-NNGH OHHH fuck yeaaah!"

Another chord drowned out his thoughts, his lips curling into a bratty smile as he moaned, feeling the last of his Adam's Apple dissolve into nothing, his ear jacks caressing the morphing shape of his face as the discharge from them burned in black tear drop birthmarks into his cheeks. When each one was finished he felt them swell with girly fat, rounding to a perfect cuteness as his now ill fitting bulbous nose scrunched down to fit his newfound girliness. The chord finally resolved with one final blast of cum, James's entire body shining with sweat as his balls felt empty, spent from covering his room as before his eyes every stained spot began to shift.

Books were turning into albums, recordings, how to manuals on playing while his whole room gained a noticeable music theme. Paintings went from anime girls to rock bands, a signed picture from a voice actor bulging out into signed headphones from a band whose name was drilling deep into his memories as thoughts of its mosh pit made him squeal with ecstasy. The memory of the club was too strong, pungent smells of beer and sweat, the haze of smoke as the chords blasted over everyone, fuck was it making him horny to think about, that feeling as the whole crowd pressed in on him, caressed him, that feeling as-

"FUUUUUCK~!"

He couldn't take it, groaning as bones pressed against one another, moaning as another chord blasted from the guitar and into his cock, his spine's tuning rattling up an octave as the entire thing snapped. Jimes felt like a record being pressed, groaning as height bulged down his body, like he was crowd surfing as the tight confines of a shitty punk club suffocated him beyond its capacity, his back now a perfect arch as his chest and ass were accented, his cock straining to release all that unneeded mass as his fingers moved towards the frets against his will.

Jimes moved the guitar so that the bridge of it rested right on his cock, knowing each vibration of the body would stroke his cock. Muscle memory was taking effect as his fingers moved into a few basic chords, the word fingering really appealing as the cold wood brushed against the bottom of his areolas, making his nipples pucker while his ear jacks moved towards them. All the while it felt like his cock was ready to explode, all that material shunted down his body twisting inside his cock, rattling the aux cord as his face screwed in intense concentration.

"Rrggh f-fuuuuck I really want to n-need to..."

Why was he holding back? Didn't it feel amazing so far? Imagine what a full bar playing would feel like.

"Shut uuuuup I can't c-caAHHHHn't... NNGH GAH NO NO OHHHH~!"

Jimes accidentally strummed the guitar in his thrashing, screaming as his body thrusted back into the chair while his jacks plugged into his nipples, his cock unloading black smears of release all over his legs.

Another chord accidentally played from his twitching fingers, Jires screeching as his cock emptied itself fully, his stomach puckering into a tight, cute tummy as fat and muscle spewed out in black fibers, coating his thighs and calves in black semitransparent fluid that merged into sheer black pantyhose. It sung against his skin, devouring hair and imperfections as he couldn't help but be hypnotized by the spread of it, grinning stupidly as his skin cleared to the same paleness traveling down his body. Each toe flexed before curving, popping into tender things that felt like Momo was giving her the best foot massage ever as girliness worked its way up his soles, arching and slimming his heels as the warm brush of change softened his calves into long, curvy delights. A tremble rolled through his thighs, warnings of thickness rippling against his balls as he felt ready to burst, and as the jacks in his nipples began to spark, it all came rushing out.

Chords and notes were merging into melodies while Jires's balls merged into his body, properly fucking him to high heaven as he screamed along to the forming music. The cum pumping out his cock was clearing up fast, flowing like booze on a Friday night jam as his balls shrank and pressed. It was a gradual fadeout to his masculinity, but that was a copout ending, Jires groaning as he pushed a hand between his bloating thighs, giving them a propulsive ending as he shoved them in with two fingers, squealing as the orgasm that followed felt less masculine and more like a full body affair as the pleasure flowed up and around, collecting in his cock and nipples as his fingers began to really start jamming on the guitar.

Just a few chords felt mind blowingly good so getting to rock out on his axe felt like he was drowning in ecstasy, each note overwriting a piece of him as musical ability and pleasure swam through his mind. His balls were fully submerged, crushed by his own muscle into ovaries brimming with punk princess power, estrogen swimming along every crevice they could find as his whole body turned slim and curvy. Fat was flushing out any bony sections, his sides now cutely curved, his hips rounding with succulent spurts of fat. But none of that shit mattered. It was all just window dressing to the real concert blaring in his twin chest venues. Jiroes had lyrics to what he was playing but fuck could he not say anything coherent, his chest too tender as it slapped against his guitar, fat stretching the skin and giving it heft, denting as she rocked in the chair in ecstatic bliss. His tender lobes were pinching his nipples, making it feel like he had two cocks slapping into his breasts, clear fluids threatening to dislodge the aux in his cock as his lobes popped out, his breasts perky and gleaming from the exertion as he squeezed his thighs, done with practice and ready for the big show.

There was a gurgle followed by a blast of pleasure, Jiros shredding on his guitar as sound waves turned to fat, spreading his hips while filling the trembling flesh with soft, gropable perfection. Even just sitting in the chair felt like he was getting grabbed by his girlfriend, Momo's soft touch mirrored at the plush chair his ass was swelling against, his thighs angling inwards as if to better crush the final bit of cock rock left in this punk girl package. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see his old gaming systems turning to drum sets, clamoring as there was something missing, something not quite right with the sound. It still felt fucking amazing, but it wasn't right it was missing... Oh duh, of course. The aux was loose.

Grinning through clenched teeth, he grabbed the aux cord and his cock, jacking off while jacking in as he pressed it down. Jiggling it felt like he was fucking his whole cock at once, making his slender fingers all the better on the outside as he forced the cord deeper, squirming as his cock began to press inside. His remaining hand was strumming chaotically, basic cords without change, atonal messes as he screamed, the guitar tone sounding richer with every inch he pressed in, the tip closing into a sensitive little button that he scraped against as his fingers found less to jerk and press. It was nearly flush, it was nearly there, she was almost-

"GAAAAAAAHHHHHDDD YEESSSSSS!"

Jirou came at the end of her song, the aux cord popping out her pussy as her feet crashed into her drumset, a few post orgasmic twitches running through her as she gasped, still horny, still needy. Rggh why did she do her song for Momo when she wasn't around? Even now she could imagine her girlfriend's half naked form out the corner of her eyes. Shit she was so fucking horny, she had to give her a call. Moving over to her desk, her choker finished forming, the paper from before there with a pink pen next to it.

Who the fuck was Jack? That was one of Momo's nicknames for her right? Ugh why did she always label things so stupidly, this is why it took forever to find her actual final guitar lines for mixing between the final-02-forrealthistime37's on her computer. Sighing she crossed out Jack and wrote Momo on it and got ready to call, though there was one thing bothering her. Where had her mic gone? Without thinking she wrote, "mic not pen don't forget" to remind herself to buy one next time out, which surprisingly made the pen in her hand vibrate and fall, rolling across her desk as it grew, losing its pink color and gaining a gold star on it, the body black as it turned into a microphone. There was a second where she just stared at it, before the 'don't forget' part kicked in and it was always a mic. God damn she must be horny if she was mistaking a mic for a pen. She had to call Momo over now so she did, surprised to hear a guy moaning in response.

"MMPH J-Jaaaames what did you NNGH OHHHHHHhhh fuuuuck no. M-My body's on fiiAYYYYEEEE-RE!"

Huh maybe she was mistaken, it was sounding more like Momo by the second. Must have been the shitty phone mic.

"Oh you're horny too huh babe? Wanna come to my room for a special concert?"

"What?! We live in different count- wait who are y-OOOOOOH~ OH FUCK I'M GROWING BREASTS OH FUCK NO I'M A MAN I'M N-HAAAWT A GIR- GAAAAH I'M CUMMIIIIIING FUUUUUUCK!"

Shit that sounded hot, Jirou couldn't help but finger herself as she kept goading her girl on.

"Ooh we're roleplaying now? Yes Momotaro you're a dirty boy with shit musical tastes, now come to your Jirou's room so you can get that all fucked away kay?"

"Ohh~ p-please staaahp t-talking like MMPH ohh J-Jirou I'm so h-horny and this cock between my legs feels so- AGH Nonono pleeeeaase I'm not Momo I'm Mack, n-no Mock? M-MomooooOOOOOH GAAAWWWD~!"

Something squishy sounded on the phone followed by a wet slurp, Momo's screams reaching a fever pitch as Jirou really couldn't take much more teasing, her slit dripping as she heard her girlfriend's commanding voice moaning in desperation.

"Fuuuuck you're turning me on Momo what are you doing in there without me?"

"HWWAAAA MY DIIIICK! Ohh J-Jirou my cock hardened into a p-plastic dildo and now it's pulling into my puUUUUUUUUUUGH NOOOO OOOOOH C-CAN'T CAAAAAN'T- YEESSSSSS PLEASE!"

"I'm surprised I can't hear you from my room given all the noise you're making. We do live next to each other."

Her voice got picked up in the microphone, the moans from her phone starting to muffle their way in the real world, Momo's screams now terribly close as Jirou could barely hold herself back.

"Nngh j-just come in here already! I can't take this waiting game Momo. C'mon lets harmonize and blow each other's minds!"

There was some resistance as the phone call ended, a few thumps  across the hallway as her door burst open, a moaning, heaving Momo looking confused with a double sided dildo between her legs.

"NNGH J-Jirou? No wait p-please if I take anymore I'll, I-I'll-"

"Mmm playing hard to get now? I love that."

Jirou pulled her girlfriend onto her bed, screaming as her dildo entered her, the two fucking as she swore she could feel Momo's ass getting bigger, not that she minded, she loved the feel of it and she knew Momo did too from how loud she was moaning. Eventually she rolled on top, taking the dominant position as her eyes seemed less cloudy, holding Jirou's face tenderly as they fucked in their dorm room.

"Mmmph mmm i-is your new soahhhng ready Jirou?"

"Yep and it's for the prettiest girl I kno-OHHHHHw."

"Wh-WhOOOOOO?!"

Aww she was so cute.

"Y-ooooouuuu s-silly. Now if you fuck me half as hard as the riff goes for your solo then we'll be- OOHHHHHH FAAAAAAWWWK! I WISH MY MUSIC MADE PEOPLE FEEL HALF AS FUCKING GOOD AS YOU DID!"

It was loud enough to be caught on the mic, its magical properties still intact as the two lovers tumbled, insuring their next concert would be quite the show as the school would soon become their own personal orgy. Yet more happy victims to the pink pen as another was being sent on its way to the next unsuspecting victim who was sure they wouldn't be on the business end of a change.