TG STORY: Gothic Queen Beat! (Minato TG)

Mianto hated the numerous people talking and all of the other noises conflicting with each other. Just hearing them all made his head throb to a small extent. Longing for his music. Again his hand went to the broken crumbled pieces of his broken MP3. Drawing strength from it. Hearing one of his songs resound through his ear, despite it being unable to. Seeing the store made him run faster. Hoping with the money from here it would be enough.

The proprietor said. “Jeez kid why the rush. Got more stuff to trade?”

Minato dumped all of the belongings onto the table, hoping they would be enough. She went through them all. Marking down prices. However when he saw the MP3 he had gotten from Tartarus he shoved it back. “Sorry kid, but don’t have any interest in buying electronics. Why would you want to sell this anyway?”

“Need the cash.”

“Well you’re going to need to find someone else to take it since it won’t be me.”

Minato picked up the MP3. “Thanks.”

As Minato stepped out, he let out a deep sigh as he stared at his broken MP3 player again. Sorrow filled him at the sight of it. During the latest trip into the Dark Hour, it had gotten smashed when a Shadow had managed to hit him with it.

Again, Mianto looked at the one he had found in Tartarus. It was nicer than his older one. Looking like the latest top of the line. Compared to all of the artifacts they had received from their fights and the money they had made.

“I like you kid, but it’s not the type of stuff I can sell here? Why don’t you see if you can sell it at a another pawn shop or something. Besides, it's probably going to be a better deal then anything else I can. Still if you want to do some business you know where to find me.”

Minato left the store, studying the MP3 player again. The battery was fully charged, and it did seem to work, but he hadn’t tested it. “Might as well see if it works.”

Slipping on his headphones and letting a random song fill his eardrums. The beat of the music was similar to Burn My Dread, but had a darker edge to it. Each dark beat was heavier, with a gothic feel to it. Despite that, it drew him in more. Calling him in like a Shadow's charm ability. It differed from what he was used to, but it called out to him more. Each gentle thrum of the muscle made his nerves relax.

Pull back the veil, the hour is near,

A whisper hums in your ear.

Let all of your troubles fall.

Let your true self shine from the sea~

Every lyric radiated with a sensual, breathy tone, similar to a woman trying to be seductive. It was different from what he was used to. Each beat of the music drew him in a little more. The huskiness of her voice blended well with the music's beats, complementing each other. Blood coursed through his body a little faster. A lump formed in his throat.

‘At the very least the music is good. Though I don’t remember putting this song on there.’

One of his fingers bounced against his thigh. Quickly following in tune with the rest of the song. Each tap of his finger against his thigh felt like a massage. The beat grew stronger with every tune, and he fell in tandem, making the song resonate more deeply in his ears, managing to follow with ease. 

Lashes bloom like midnight roses.

Eyeshadow like dark ink goes down high cheeks.

Trailing down your soft jaw

Bringing attention to your visage

Minato’s eyelashes lengthened, gaining them a bit more of a feminine mystique. Dark black eyeshadow formed underneath them, making the brightness of his eyes stand out more. Bringing more attention to them, along with the shape of the rest of his peepers. Yet it altered as well, making them look a little longer.

Each aspect of Minato’s features softened by the second. The masculine elements disappeared immediately. Rounding his jawline to make the softer cheeks and the rest of his face stand out more, bringing more attention to them. 

Lips full and plush.

Making others wonder

A voice drawing all.

With just a moan, melting bones

Both of Minato’s lips swelled. Gaining more of a feminine, plump softness to them. Each one of them stands out more by the second. A slight, soft, alluring pout became apparent. Resting it and bringing attention to it all. As it altered, one tiny, almost mute crunch stood out from his nose, losing some of its curvature. Both of his nostrils diminished to help compensate for the changes to them. 

Minato’s Adam's apple shrank by the second. Every gentle tune coming from him increased by the second. It sounded like a soft, gentle tone, as if it had shifted. Each tune from him cracked, altered, and sounded closer to a woman. It was smoother, more feminine. Closer to a young woman with a dark, seductive edge. Alluring with an edge of mystery. 

Now let your laces caress your thighs!

Tight leather climbs up long legs!

Straps holding them tight!

Make their shape shine!

Shaking thighs rumble with grace.

Full and Powerful for all to admire~

The bottom of Mianto’s shoes morphed into strong boots. Both of his pant legs tore from the fly. Merging with the top of his socks, while the remains of his legs trailed a little further down. Hugging the rest of his legs tightly, the boots became long thigh-high, caressing Minato's thighs and drawing more attention to his legs. A more womanly shape became apparent with them. Losing none of the trim fit muscle as they did. Minato’s slender calves stood out more by the second.

Minato stumbled for a moment as his legs lengthened. Getting longer by the second. With their increased size, the altered features stand out more than they already did. Looking more natural on the rest of his frame, drawing more attention to them. 

Mass piled on his thighs, causing them to balloon, pushing out against his pants, as if they were fighting to be seen, making their size stand out more. With each increase in mass, a more pronounced curve became apparent. The bottom half of his pant legs hung in comparison. What muscles and fat within them mixed in perfect tandem. Growing at such a rate that they stood out more. Emphasizing the long slenderness of his legs and how full his thighs were.

All of the looseness in his pockets had diminished by the second. Causing his belongings and manhood to stand out in his pockets.

Minato began to bob his head to the music a little more. Savoring how it sounded. Worming deeper into his brain. All of the enjoyment stands out more. With each step of his new legs, the boots and shorts caressed his longer, seductive legs. The thighs struggled against them, making them look larger than they were. Each step resonated with a prominent jiggle.

Muscles go sleek with every beat.

Strength refined for a velvet beauty

Fingers with a sharp allure

Delicate from wrist to nail

Dark gloves to bring them all together.

Showing all the wonder of your arms.

Minato’s arms slimmed. Losing some of the muscle they had gained. Feminine grace became more apparent. All of his nails lengthened, developing sharp, refined points. Black nail polish formed on them. What power his muscles had seemed to disappear. Even as his biceps slimmed and gained the same feminine mystique that fought against the rest of his body.

Once done, the sleeves of his shirt split off from them. Wrapping around his slender hands, leaving small holes for his dainty fingers to be exposed. The fabric softened, becoming the same dark blue as his hair, and crawled further up his arms, reaching his biceps and tightening around them. Making the size of them stand out more. 

Faint pops came from his shoulders as they rounded. Completing the change to them. Worthy of the feminine power slenderness they now had. Both of his arms stood out. The grace of them was paramount with how the rest of her gloves hugged them.

Minato flexed his small digits. Tapping it against his clothes to the beat of the song. Each move of his finger perfectly syncs with the rest of the song.

Ribs draw in, waist refines

No six pack for a dark queen!

Just a flat core, fit for divine!

Strong and proud nonetheless

Minato’s stomach thinned. With each trim, it lost more. Getting flatter by the second. There wasn’t much of a slight protrusion there to begin with. Despite its size reduction, it retained none of its refinement. It was flat as a board. Looking as if it could have been eaten off of without issue, given how much smaller it was now, even though it had lost half its size.

Inches vanish by the second.

A waspish waist with elegant grace!

Making it all look so much larger!

Showing off your womanly form!

Then his waist lost mass as it reduced. Trailing through other parts of his form. A bit more padding appearing on his thighs and butt, with even his chest gaining a smidge more

Once done, the rest of his clothes morphed. A layer of the fabric on his upper chest thinned. Softening and holding tight to the rest of his form. The sleeves of his shirt and jacket melted together as they retreated. Leaving nothing there, even as the fabric around his shoulders diminished to nothing.

Small blue frills on the pecs of the shirts. A see-through veil formed on the front of Minato's chest. Despite the lost material around his shoulders, it continued to wrap around his throat. Holding the rest of the fabric together where it was. Forming into a small black corset, bringing attention to the flare of his hips, exposing the slender tummy to be admired by all. All of the straps were tight across his waist. Making his small upper body seem even larger than it was. Meanwhile, the lower half of his form seemed even more prominent than it was.

Locks trail down your form

Like silk rubbing against you

It follows behind you like a whip of silk.

Let it swing with every move.

Shining in the moonlight like a queen of the night

Minato’s hair lengthened. Growing longer. The blueness of his hair stood out more by the second. Gaining more of a darker plume to it, reaching further into the dark of the night. Its soft tresses stand out more. Each lock of hair gained more prominence. Standing out more by the second.

What shine it had become healthier as it trailed further down his back. Tickling the base of his neck and how it trailed further. Maintaining the same straight appearance it had before. While the ones on top of his head remained brushed to the side. A black scrunchie formed in his hair. Keeping it up in a high ponytail. The hair trailed behind his scalp, like a star in the dark of the night.

‘The new product is doing wonders.’

Every step you take is like a sin

Swaying those broad hips.

Mesmerising all in your path.

Getting the attention of all.

Minato’s hips popped wider as he went through the rest of the store in tandem with the lyrics. Not noticing the change to the rest of his figure. Thinking about all the supplies they might need the next time they climb Tartarus.

With each step, his pants dug a little tighter. Losing even more of the looseness they had. Going from a pair of well-fitting pants to a tight pair of dark grey shorts, which emphasized his curvier frame. Making every step and roll of his hips stand out more. Even his buttocks stood out more. Looking like it was standing out further behind him than it was.

Someone approached him, making Minato pause. A taller guy, a year or two older than him. Handsome enough. Looking up at them with his usual blank stare. The look in their eyes was one he had seen dozens of times during middle school, his old high school, and even at Gekkoukan High when he had transferred there. Drinking in their looks with the same lust he had seen.

“Hello, I hope I’m not interrupting anything, but I see you here all the time and was wondering if I could get your number. Maybe we could get a coffee or something?”

Minato stared at them with the same blank look. Said in their most deadpan voice possible. “I’m a boy.”

The words made his admirer pause as if he had told him some secret. Their eyes glazed over, unable to fully process his words, while their smile seemed fragile as glass. Seconds passed, and they had yet to move. 

Seeing the confusion and war going on within them, Minato walked away. Feeling their eyes on him as they did. Swaying his broad hips with a delightful sway. Losing himself more to the rest of the song.

Faintly hearing from them. “There’s no way that’s a boy.”

Minato snorted. The edge of his lips curving into a small, almost unnoticeable smile. It was something he had heard dozens of times and had long since gotten over. Sometimes it had even gotten him a free drink or something. A lull filled the song, and then it picked up again with a new beat.

A new flower formed

No going back now.

On the other side of things

Now true to your feminine wiles

Sweet release gained at last~

The lump from Minato’s shorts receded. Getting smaller by the second. Minato’s thighs moved closer together. A cute, faintly aroused expression replaced her impeccable blank face for a second.

In an instant, she stiffened, standing still. A deep, haphazard breath coming out of her mouth. Yet she could keep her reflection for changing outside of one faint little touch.

New moist lips formed down below. Eager and wishing for attention. The tightness of Minato's panties gave them some attention along with her pants, which hugged every part of her supple body. Every slight motion made them call for more. Riding the curves of her legs as if they were trying to show them off. 

Yet despite the change, Mianto did not question. Focused far too much on the beats of the music and how they bounced in her head.

Mianto pulled on the hem of her drawers. “Maybe I should invest in some new pants, too. “No, these are perfectly fine. Besides, they still work and all. It would be a waste to try and go for something like this.”

Again, she continued, trying to think of how she would spend the rest of the afternoon. Losing herself as the following verse of the music roared in her ears.

Let your bum bounce with that bass

Stretch those pants and make them ride

Show everyone you've got something to admire

Something to go with those hips

Leave them all with something to remember

Both of Minato’s butt cheeks increased with the drop of the bass. Each deep, resounding drop caused them to grow in another prominent burst. The girth and curvature became increasingly apparent by the second. An impeccable tone filled them as they ripened with each beat. Roundness filled her cheeks like a pair of balloons filling. Bits of her bum poked out of the bottom of her shorts, while the same happened with the top of them. It was a miracle in itself that she could fit anything in her pockets, given the size of her lower body.

Yet their tightness continued to caress them. Holding them with the same love. Having a comfort to them that rivaled all of the loose pants she wore. A thrill which she could not deny, no matter how perverse it might seem. Now her ass was massive, both cheeks standing out behind her like a shelf. The pale skin of her bum stood out ever so slightly.

Each roll of her hips caused them to bounce and sway from side to side. Moving in tandem with the rest of her hoops. With her shorts straining against them. Unable to ignore the blessed feeling of them as they did. Feeling like someone was holding them tight.

Whatever you wear is tight across your chest

No use hiding, your shape’s a sin

Whatever you wear, they swell and rise

With a long dip, two mountains of awe.

A gothic queen with all the charm,

You were always meant to be.

With each verse, Minato’s chest got bigger and bigger. The fabric acted like a veil across her chest, stretching more, sending a delicious thrill that called out to her. One of her hands brushed against the thrill of it before she caught herself. It pulled on her back muscles. Even with the support from the bra underneath and the corset, it did little to stop their wiggle. Pink fueled her pale cheeks. Making it stand out more than it already did.

The bounce of her ballooning bust stood out more. With each bump of the music, more volume filled her chest just like her bum. Each sending another growth spurt to her breasts. All the stress and difficulty of the straps and mesh increased, failing to hide the round shape of her bust, only slowing when they had become a large G-cup which easily rivaled her head.

The song ended, and she let out a sigh. Looping the music so it would play again. Again, the words resonated through her ears. Each lyric and beat of the instruments resonated within her very soul, just as they had the first time. Everything about it pulled her further into its dark Gothic melody, which resonated with her, matching the mood of Tartarus as they traveled.

Once Minato arrived at the cafe. She went straight to the counter. Standing in line, ignoring the looks from the people around her as she waited. Rolling her hips and bobbing her head with the song as it played.

The male employee’s eyes went from her face to her bust line, resting on MP3 between them like it was struggling to survive, even with the slight veil of the fabric on her bust.

“Would like a black coffee please.”

The worker clammed up. A blush adorning his cheeks. Struggling to write down her order and process it. Unable to take his eyes off her. “Could I get a name for it please?”

“Minako.”

Once she had it, she went over to her usual spot. Thankfully empty. Both of her massive breasts rested on the table. The fabric veiling her cleavage only brings more attention to them, especially with the MP3 resting between them, please. She sipped on her coffee, sipping on it with delight. Energy filled her, and the wonderful smell of coffee hit her nose. “Absolutely perfect.”

Minako took a sip of her coffee as the song filled her ears. A small, gentle smile graced her lips as the music filled her ears again.

“Should let the others hear this song. Bet they would love to hear it and the rest of this album.”