Date or Doom!, Part 1 (Hypnosis, Sextoy TF, Bleach)

Rukia woke to the sound of Orihime’s pleading. “Rukia! Rukia, wake up!”

Groaning, Rukia opened her eyes. It gave her an excellent view of Orihimine’s boobs, dangling in her face and jiggling as she shook her. Blushing, she looked away. “I’m awake! I’m awake! Stop shaking me!” 

Red-faced, she scrambled out of Orihime’s grip and looked around. “Where exactly are we?” It looked like an endless black void, but she didn’t have to go far before she found the walls. 

“I don’t know!” cried Orihime. “I just woke up and we were here!” She hugged herself, squeezing her boobs around her arms–Rukia tried to ignore this. 

“How did we even get here?” The last thing she remembered, they’d been walking together in the middle of Soul Society, and there weren’t many things capable of knocking out the two of them, especially if they were together and especially if they were in the middle of one of the most-highly defended places in existence. Was it some remnant of the Wandenreich, or…?

Approaching the wall, she drew back her fist and gave it a harsh punch– and snapped back, clutching her hand and wincing in pain as their cage rang like a bell. Whatever it was, it wasn’t going to let them out of here easily. Still, she had better weapons that her fists. Her hand went to her Zanpakuto. 

…Or what should have been her Zanpakuto, anyway. Instead, she found her hand slipping straight through thin air. When she looked, she found to her horror that the sword was missing, sheath and all. Hissing, she turned to her fellow prisoner. “Orihime, can you use your powers?” 

Orihime blinked, as if she hadn’t considered the possibility. “I-I can try!” 

“Try to reject the walls,” said Rukia. “Maybe you can make a hole in them.” 

Nodding, Orihime raised her hands in the direction of the nearest wall and pushed, once, twice, and finally a third time, without results. Finally, she lowered her arms. “I’m sorry, Rukia, but I don’t think I can do it.” 

“It’s okay, you tried your best,” said Rukia, though inside she was starting to feel a little panicked now. If neither of them could use their abilities, what were they supposed to do? Just stand here and wait until someone showed up to kill them?

She tried Kido, just in case that would work, but it didn’t have the slightest effect. Grimacing, she turned back to Orihime, who was clearly beginning to pick up on her frustration, because she looked like she was about to start crying. “It’s okay,” she said, trying to keep her voice reassuring. “All we’ve got to do is wait for Ichigo or Renji or someone to show up and let us out. It shouldn’t be long before they notice we’re missing and come looking, should it?” 

“N-no,” said Orihime, eagerly swallowing this scrap of hope. 

“In the meantime, let’s just stay calm and try not to–” With a clunk, the walls started to close in on them. “–PANIC?!” Grinding like the mills of God, the sleek black faces of their tiny little cube slowly slid towards them. 

“Rukia?! What do we do?!” 

“Try to brace them! If we find something rigid, maybe we can put it between!”

“Like what?! There’s nothing in here!” 

“I don’t know! Why don’t you use your fat tits, you big–!” 

With sudden speed, the walls shot forward, squishing the two of them into a space barely larger than a school locker. Rukia, her face pressed into Orihime’s chest, could only squirm and moan feebly, struggling to pull free. “Mmmphf! Mmmphf!” 

“R-Rukia! Rukia, st-stop squirming! You’re making me feel all–Nnn~! Rukia!” 

With a schunk, the floor beneath them opened, and with one loud scram and one slightly muffled one, the two dropped flailing out of the cube. 

Rukia landed with a thump on something soft, which turned out not to be Orihime’s boobs this time, but her butt. Fortunately, the redhead’s famous chest had absorbed most of their impact. 

As she peeled her nose out of Orihime’s crack, a light snapped on overhead, all but blinding her after her time in the darkness. Wincing, she looked up, raising a hand to shield her eyes, and squinted into it. “What’s–?!” 

A chorus of wild cheers and hoots struck her ears and made them ring. Leaping off Orihime, she went to grab her Zanpakuto and, remembering it was missing, settled for raising her fists instead. What the hell was going on?! Where were they now?!

A figure approached them, rendered a silhouette by the light. As she grew closer, however, her appearance grew clearer, revealing a short young woman in a skimpy green dress, a pair of cat’s ears protruding from her lily green hair. Twirling a thin green rod around her fingers, she raised it to her mouth like a mic. “Hi!” she said, stooping to help Orihime stand. “Welcome to the show, nya!” 

“The show…?” said Rukia, expression twisting in confusion. “What show?!” 

The catgirl blinked. “Oh! I forgot to explain! Sorry, I’m still nyew at this, nya. Um, let’s see… Nyou’re on… Date or… Doom! Date or Doom! Did I get that right, nya?” She pressed her ear, clearly waiting for someone to confirm. “Phew! I’m nyour host, Priiiiiiiincess Yuri! But nyou can just call me Yuri, nya! Hi, what’s nyour name? Wait, I already know! Hehe.” 

As Rukia and Orihime stared at her, baffled beyond words. The catgirl tugged the skirt of her skimpy dress nervously. “What nyow, what nyow, what…? Oh! Oh! We need to get nyou in nyour stands, nya! Isn’t that right, everyone?” 

She whirled away from them, her microphone raised, and the light answered with a booming ‘NYES, NYA!”

Slowly, Rukia realized she was looking at a crowd. A gigantic crowd. Of catgirls. 

“Okay, let’s see… How do I…?” Yuri clapped, and with a hiss and a schunk, two hatches opened in the stage, venting steam. A moment later, two monsters rose from the mists: a pair of large podiums, one bearing the name ‘RUKIA’ and one bearing the name ‘ORIHIME’. “Ta-da!” said Yuri. “Okay, take nyour places, nya! …That’s behind the podiums,” she added, when they didn’t move.

“Like hell!” cried Rukia. “We’re not doing anything until you tell us what’s going on!” Orihime nodded emphatically in agreement. 

Yuri clasped her cheeks in horror. “Nyah! I didn’t tell nyou what’s going on, did I?! Nyah, I’m such an idiot! Okay, okay, okay, that’s fine, we can still sort this, um… Let’s see…! The rules are very simple…” 

“I’m not asking about the rules, I’m demanding to know what’s–!”

“Date or Doom!” cried Yuri, earning a fresh cheer of enthusiasm from the crowd. “The award-winning gameshow where nyou meet nyour date or nyou meet nyour doom! The rules are very simple, nya:” She paused again, clearly struggling to recall them. “Our contestants are going to go through a series of challenges designed to make them the most datable people in the whole Grand Spiral. Whoever wins the most meets their perfect date! (That’s me, nya!) Whoever fails meets their dooooooom! (That’s unspecified!)” 

“What kind of ridiculous…?! Why the hell would we wanna date you?!” cried Rukia. 

Yuri looked hurt. “Nyou don’t wanna date me?” 

“We’ve both got boyfriends!” cried Rukia, looking to Orihime for support. “We’re not into girls…!” she added, when Yuri just stared at her blankly. 

“...Are nyou sure?” said Yuri. 

Rukia snorted. “I think I’d know if I were attracted to someone like–” 

Yuri squished her boobs and pouted coquettishly, and the sight struck Rukia in the heart through the route of her sex. Stumbling backward, red-faced, she clutched her chest and struggled to stay standing. Beside her, Orihime slammed her legs together with a squeak and covered her crotch, biting her lip and refusing to look. Neither of them had the strength to say anything.

Yuri giggled. “See, I knew nyou were into girls too…” 

Rukia’s heart thudded so hard she felt certain it was about to explode on her. Her pussy felt so hot she could melt. F-fuck, I feel like I’ve just stepped into a sauna.

Something landed with a plip between Orihime’s feet. Both of them tried to ignore this. 

“So,” said Yuri, sounding considerably more confident now she’d ruined their underwear, “ready to play, nya?” 

“Screw you!” cried Rukia. “Like hell we’re going to play your stupid e-game!” Grabbing Orihime’s wrist, she tried to drag her off the stage. She had no idea where she’d go, but anywhere would be better than standing here and spontaneously combusting. 

“W-wait–! Don’t go! If nyou stay, nyou get to kiss me! …But if nyou leave, I’m supposed to punish nyou, nya!” 

“Punish us, then!” cried Rukia. “Because we’re not staying!” (N-not even if it means you won’t kiss us!)

Yuri swallowed. “O-oh. Oh. Okay, nya…” With a gulp, she raised her hands and clapped, once, emphatically. And from the center of the stage rose a screaming, struggling Tatsuki. 

Rukia and Orihime froze. 

“H-hey!” cried Tatsuki, struggling against the gummy ropes binding her to her platform. “Let me go! Let me outta here, or I’ll kick your–Hey!” One of the members of the crowd threw a full condom at her. 

“T-Tatsuki?” said Orihime, face paling. 

Rukia, on the other hand, grit her teeth and clenched her fists. “You bastards! Let her go, or…!” 

“Sorry,” said Yuri, giving Rukia a wink that knocked her to her knees. “But nyou tried to leave, so I’ve gotta punish her, nya. Ready, everyone? Give me a countdown!” 

“Three…!” cried the crowd. “Two…!” From the ceiling descended an enormous green pillar, its tip crackling with arcs of pink lightning. “One…!” Swivelling, it turned to face Tatsuki, and–

With a sound like a thousand bolts of thunder, it struck. Tatsuki screamed, throwing back her head and writhing as its energy coursed through her form, raising her hair and making her eyes spasm in their sockets. “Nnnnnn~!” 

“Tatsuki!” cried Orihime, rushing towards her. This time, Yuri blew her a kiss, and the redhead dropped, audibly orgasming. 

Back in the center of the stage, Tatsuki wasn’t faring much better: as she moaned, her clothing evaporated like oil in the pan, exposing her naked body, slick with sweat and glimmering in the stage-lights. Before their eyes, it seemed to grow glossier and glossier, shining as if her someone had dunked her in a barrel of varnish. 

Her bindings melted. She dropped to her butt. Her arms and her legs, still spasming, moved on their own, stretching as if to hug the giant pillar above. Her fingers and toes twitched and slammed together, fusing into thick clumps of flesh, and thin lines appeared up and down her form, like the seams of a cheap inflatable. 

With a boing, her buttcheeks doubled in size, practically launching her into the air with the speed of it. Her boobs followed a second later: one by one, they popped into fullness, becoming fat, perfect spheres, each as large as her head. A quartet of seams crisscrossed her curves, marking the treasure of her teats.  

Finally, with one last intense scream from their owner, Tatsuki’s mouth and vagina and–to Rukia’s immense horror–her anus, plumped instantly into a trio of fat pink rings. With that, her eyes popped into a pair of simple stickers, and her screaming cut out. The lighting died, and Tatsuki slumped, as silent and unmoving as any other doll. 

“Ta-da!” said Yuri. She flicked her wand at the doll, and it shot up into the crowd, who threw themselves at it like a group of hungry wolves at a juicy lamb. It wasn’t long before Rukia heard the unmistakable sound of flesh squeaking against plastic. 

Turning back to them, Yuri flicked her wand and hauled them back onto the stage, planting them quite firmly behind their podiums. “Okay, nyow that’s all out of the way, let’s get started, nya! It’s time for our first challenge…!

“...After a quick commercial break! See nyou soon, nya!” 

Rukia and Orihime could only swallow their fear and tremble in trepidation.