TG Caption ~ Perfecting Myself

With a flashing swing of the bamboo staff, Colin was knocked down helpless as he dropped his own weapon. 

“How disappointing.”

He was very used to his coach’s nonchalant attitude whenever she put his skills in martial arts to shame. Two months of constant learning, yet he could only fantasize about her ever praising his lackluster abilities. From the very first day, he was tempted to be acknowledged by her glistening yellow eyes, but all he got in return was the collection of scoffs and disapproving glances. Yes, in fact, she was his only motivation while learning martial arts themselves felt more like an annoying nuisance, a price to pay for someone as gorgeous as her. Sometimes(or rather all the time) he found himself unable to unlock his gaze from her strong back and pointy shoulders after sessions. Her perfect figure, her strong arms.. Even the way her shorts rode up along her thick thighs whenever she sat and crossed her muscular legs. At nights he condemned himself for even having these overly sexual thoughts about her pressing him against the wall and taking the lead while rubbing his bulge with her strong knee…

See? Even now this was the only thing he could think about instead of actually training…

“Akh, sorry, coach Bellith,” he rubbed the back of his neck as he got up to pick his staff up. 

She prolonged her own sigh, as if trying to make the situation as uncomfortable for her student as she could. 

“I think there is no point in trying,” her final straw ripped in half. “You are hopeless.”

“A-Am I really? I thought I got better since last month..”
“Better? Your progress is not even stagnant, it.. goes backwards,” with offended sarcasm replied Bellith. 

That response flabbergasted Colin even more. Of course, he only wanted to impress the woman he found attractive, but when she said something like that it only made him feel worse about himself. Maybe she was only trying to push him away, discourage him?

“Listen. I don’t see any point in trying to fix something that cannot be fixed…” she sighed one more time, the gaze to the side showing she wasn’t particularly happy about her next words either. “Let me give you one more chance. For the next lesson. But if I won’t see anything new, I will have to stop our sessions altogether… Understood?

“U-Understood,” Colin’s nod was barely visible because of the chin he dropped in shame. 

Even as the wide doors of the gym slammed shut, the man was left standing, contemplating whether he should just leave or hope that tomorrow would change anything out of sheer luck. Eventually, his pessimism got the better of him, but, just as he was about to leave, the edge of his eye caught a small slit of yellow light that pierced through the thick curtains of the room. He was always curious about this room in particular, yet, after that one time when Bellith scolded him for trying to get inside it as if he was a kindergartener asking to pet a nettle, the man decided to keep his interest to himself. 

Today though, it seemed like his incompetence greatly angered Bellith. So much so that she left first, despite always making sure in the past that he would get home safe and sound. No, not because she really cared, but just because they grew up on the same street and her house was just a few miles further away from his. 

Despite knowing that there(probably) was no strange monster in the dark behind the curtains, Colin couldn’t help but feel unease as he ran his hands against the curtains, slowly exposing the mysterious room hiding behind them. Surprisingly enough, what anticipated his arrival was not a dark basement-like home for spiders and centipedes, but a comfy accommodation, each corner of which made sure to fill its niche of the room with yellow-hued light. 

“Oh, wow..”

The true stars of the room were most definitely the countless swords and blades decorating the walls. Of course, he knew Bellith one of those “sword nerds”, though only because of the internet where she posted her reviews on various weapons. 

“This one must be, uh.. Victimized Soul,” he recognized one of the long swords, all thanks to its distinct red sheath with golden strings wrapped around the handle.

He might have been further from the topic of blades, but he rewatched the reviews so much that some of the familiar faces definitely left their mark in his memory. 

“Okay, Crimson Authority, Perpetual Cycle..” he repeated the names and fact-checked them almost immediately. 

The room was not just a museum for Bellith’s favourite swords, it was also a library of sorts, as underneath each sword rested a few ancient-looking scrolls, describing what makes them unique in particular. Frankly, the unfortunate student couldn’t care less about the history of something that sparked little interest in him to begin with. Colin could understand why his teacher was so protective of all her “treasures”, but, at the same time, was still a bit disappointed. 

But just as he planned to leave the mysterious room, something else caught his attention. This time it was a big, peculiar box, no sword hovering above it on a dustless carpet. Though he couldn’t put a finger on what exactly stood out about it, Colin still felt a strange unease from even looking at it, like a haunting reminiscence preoccupying his head with intrusive thoughts. He wouldn’t call the aura around the box inviting, more like mocking - daring to come closer to it and open it. Sometimes he hated his own curiosity, but it’s not like he had any control over it anyway…

Colin tiptoed to the box, as if scared to wake up the gods possessing all the swords(at least, that’s what he thought their backstories sang about). His hands stroked the top of the box as he pushed it up, not knowing that the bright purple reflection of the blade inside would immediately blind him for a short moment. Funnily enough, though his vision turned paralyzed barely for a second, the aftertaste in the shape of painful nausea made him feel as if his head just got hit by a sunray. Colin nearly shut the box again, but in this moment of confusion he pushed the top back, finally revealing the treasure lying inside the box, this being a long, sharp blade with slightly curled edge. Its unique design spoke for its status: thunderbolt patterns, red ropes around the handle, and glimmering shade of dull purple steel as sharp and deadly as the lightning strike itself. 

“Wow..” it was not a pretentious admiration, this flabbergasted sigh escaped his lips completely involuntarily. 

His vision was still a bit blurry from being flashed by the steel earlier, yet his eyes focused on the weapon very precisely - taking in every detail that could catch his attention. He gently touched the handle and let the blade rest on top of his index and middle fingers, obviously nervous to leave even a single stain on it. Even if he knew that Bellith would’ve probably cut both of his hands off if she saw him not only lurking in her private museum, but also groping her favourite swords, he still couldn’t let go of the incredible masterpiece in his hands. Its weight, its texture - just touching it was nothing less than surreal. 

Soon enough, the man became bolder as he twisted the heavy sword around in his hands. Surprising, but the blade was actually very light, no different than a cheap plastic toy sword you could buy in a local shop! Flexibility only encouraged Colin to play with it a bit more, swinging with it over and over again, each movement being more risky and unique than the last one. He was actually so natural at this! The world literally became an incoherent steam, a stage for him to enjoy.

“Wow.. I could learn a move or two out of this.. Bellith would be so surprised, haha..” 

He twisted the handle in his hand one more time, the glimpse of his reflection immediately catching him off-guard. At first, he couldn't tell what was it that confused him so much, but as he glanced at himself through the steel again, he finally understood what it was. His eyes. Even if he didn't have enough knowledge on various shades of brown in existence, he could clearly tell that bright purple was nowhere near them!

“Eh? What the hell?” 

His first thought would be that he still had some hallucinations from being blinded a few minutes ago, but he was quickly proven wrong by the small ropes on the handle of the sword tickling his knuckles and wrapping around the wrist. Colin quickly let go of the sword, but it was too late - the ropes had already started thickening, lengthening, and expanding to wrap around his body - kicking off with circling around his neck and making their way to the center of his chest where they sprouted in different directions to pin his arms to his body and leave them helpless. 

“W-What is going on?! Ehhh?!~” he squeaked when they fell straight to his pelvis and squeezed his thighs.

And not just his pelvis - the ropes thickened especially around his cock, pushing the living hardness out of its natural reaction. Before Colin could get even a second thought about what was coming for him, the ropes around his groin sprouted to grab one of the scrolls he dropped on the floor when he let go of the sword. 

“Ah?.. Akh!~”

The man gasped, when the ropes pushed the wrapped ancient texts against his balls. It was a slightly ticklish feeling, yet not as unpleasant as someone kicking him in the balls. But the ropes did not stop there, they pushed it once again, this time slightly harder.

“Oof-.. What are they-.. Ngh!..~”

He whimpered when his questions got ignored by, you guessed it, another push. Slight purple haze engulfed the scroll the more it rubbed against the man’s most sensitive spot. At first, Colin tried to resist, but the unknown sword’s powers were far too enthusiastic. 

“Ah.. Damn~..”

Colin gasped sweetly, seeing how the next push made him sprout a small stream of translucent white liquid that now stained the room’s floor. He wished to be concerned about hiding it from Bellith, but his cock immediately losing its interest was far more worrying. In fact, the ropes continued pressing his testicles, but this time, his penis was noticeably smaller. 

“What's going on? Ah-..? My voice?”

The other changes started kicking in, his high-pitched tone being the first one in the list. And all Colin could do was accept what was happening to him as his groin was getting pounded over and over again. With every centimetre his penis lost, everything else about him was changing. His hands were restrained behind his back, but the light twitching in the area of his fingers was enough to realize that something changed. 

“A-Ahhh?” he moaned out in a feminine tone, his focus immediately switching to the falling dark purple strands of his hair he didn't even recognize anymore. “It’s not mine!..”

The sentient mind of the mysterious sword did not like his remark - Colin’s mouth was shut by another scroll held by the ropes around his jaw. Luckily, his lips plumped out just in time for him to be able to at least moan in pleasure through the gag. With muffled moans, the student watched his penis desperately release another string of cum from pressure applied to his balls deep down. That determined thrust of the scroll was the catalyst of his chest heating up. First push! Colin’s pectorals shuddered, becoming softer. The second push was harder, squeezing his balls in and causing the two other ones on his upper body to make a first bounce. 

“Nht.. engnhh~...”

The third push! Part of his balls immediately attached itself to the groin while the breasts grew larger, their areolae finally expanding instead of staying shamefully masculine. 

“Aaaaurghhh!~”

The fourth push was the final one, making sure that the big boobs Colin now had were in full display. Cute, now the rope between them could be easily hidden if someone squeezed them together. Too bad his both arms were tied to his disadvantage…

“Aughhh.. moffeee…~..” Colin pleaded through the gag with tears of ecstasy rolling down his cheeks.

His balls were on the edge, literally. The scroll even applied less pressure when Collin climaxed one more time, the thought of being unable to touch his own, obviously highly sensitive boobs was driving him insane. He watched the way his stomach gurgled, releasing the already low fat it had and making it travel to his thighs as they puffed out. Not only was there no ounce of muscle definition left in his body, it was specifically thicc in some areas…

“UURGHHHHH!~” 

Colin knew what was to expect when the previously rhythmic stomps stopped, replaced by the strands of ropes wrapping tight around the scroll and, like on a tightly pulled slingshot, charging straight into his groin. It went all in, finally helping the balls he had just a second ago retract into fully functional ovaries, whereas her penis experienced its final male orgasm before turning into a shy, neatly crumpled behind the fleshy curtains clit. Her pussy lips immediately wrapped around the cylindric object, clenching on it so tightly that it felt like they didn't want to let go. 

“Ah..Ah..Mhghh~..” she moaned through the object in her mouth.

The scroll was riding in her new pussy, exploring how it reacted to its every barely noticeable movement. She twitched her legs, the euphoric eye roll with tears on the edges visiting her face telling everything you needed to know about how she felt. Too good. Each incoming hit was driving the woman closer to the edge, making her gasp for more air through sharp moans. 

“Umf! Ummmfff! Ahnghh..!~” her back rubbed against one of the pillars as the strings only inserted the scroll even deeper, right beneath her sensitive clit. 

She couldn’t care less about how she would explain this to Bellith later, too obsessed with the pleasure her body was yearning for. Her enormous breasts bounced - slapped against each other with light smack - every time her pussy was getting unceremoniously pounded with no grasp of any rhythm. Oh, she wished she could grope those, just to turn herself more, but her arms were in no position to do so - she could only watch her boobs tracing circular patterns in the air with every jump of theirs while rubbing the rope between them.

“Ehh! Mfffhh!” her mouth was salivating.

The woman was almost there, doing her best to push the thick thighs together and lock the scroll deep inside her pussy to stop it from pointlessly teasing her walls and swinging her clit back and forth. All the memories she had prior had little to no relevance for her, her main focus was just in the way her pussy sucked on the tight object inside, reaching out of release as she was arching her back to gulp it even deeper. Taking it all in, her boobs finally stopped bouncing - simply shaking in anticipation with her full thighs, gentle needles swimming right into her stomach and causing her pussy lips to harden for the very last time. 

“Mhgghhhhhaaaaaa!~” 

Biting through the tight gag, the little spark in her groin quickly turned into flames mixed with her white-hued fluids bursting out in a numb, lasting release. 

“Ah.. Ah.. Ah~..”

The woman, still bound by countless ropes accentuating the curves of her body, was lying in her own juices as the penis-like scroll finally left her pussy, leaving it to drool like a leaky pipe. It never felt as good, as intense when she was a man… And it certainly couldn’t.

“W-Wawth..~” incoherent thoughts didn’t let her go further than just strangled whimpers with the aftertaste of ecstasy she just experienced. 

At first, she was simply confused, watching her exposed breasts breath with her chest. Gulp. God, the humiliation… if there was something that felt exactly the way she would as a man, that would be the feeling of shame right after climaxing. Except that… She would kill to do it again sometime, that’s something she already knew for sure.

“What the hell is going on here…” 

Oh. A familiar voice… The embarrassed purple-haired woman snapped her attention to the tall lady standing right before the curtains of the room. Bellith, with a bright red hue on her cheeks, stared at the tied-up woman on the floor, stained by a certain fluid that suspiciously had this white shade with smooth, whipped texture.

“Um..” she tried to speak in her tired, feminine voice, but she quickly remembered she still had a gag in her mouth.

“I told you, god damn, do not go in here!” 

Bellith’s initial confusion quickly disappeared like a moist breeze as she approached the woman she used to know as Colin before grabbing her by the chin and untying the ropes around her cheeks to free her mouth. 

“I thought you were stupid, but this stupid?!”

“I.. am sorry..” Colin finally mumbled, too embarrassed to look in the coach’s eyes.

“Damn, of course you are,” Bellith let her go, gently picking the sword from the floor and examining it from top to bottom. “Poor thing.. No wonder it rejected and turned you into.. this. So gross..” she referred to the barely visible fingerprints on the blade.

Bellith looked back at Colin, her expression a mix of disgust and disbelief, she was never that furious before…

"Stupid," she stepped closer, towering over Colin as she glanced above her. “See how it turned out for you?"

Colin could only whimper softly, too ashamed to meet Bellith's intense gaze. Tears of humiliation pricked at the corners of her eyes as she felt Bellith's eyes roaming over her transformed body, not being able to hide the curves due to being restrained. Sometimes she wanted to turn the time backwards and run away, but at this moment she would just rather burn in humiliation to forget about what happened and disappear. 

“You're lucky the sword didn't turn you into a complete brainless fucktoy,” Bellith's eyes narrowed as she looked down at Colin's dripping, exposed pussy. "Although, judging by the way you're blushing and drooling, I'm not sure there's much difference." 

At first, Colin wanted to beg for her coach to stop insulting her, but she also understood that the woman was completely right. Bellith crawled behind her, using a small dagger to cut through the tight ropes and make them fall down with leftovers in the shape of bright pink marks. The student slightly twitched from Bellith’s fingernails tracing over her back and travelling to untie the ropes around her pelvis. There was something funny about being so close to her teacher now, in this moment specifically. 

Bellith wished she could scream, shout, slap her careless student as hard as she could, but, just looking at these teary, puppy eyes of Colin, she couldn’t bring herself to. 

“..Let’s get you out of here and… clean you up a bit. Before you could cause any more trouble,” Bellith said, slightly softer, yet still applied some pressure with her strong hand on the other woman’s shoulder.

“Yes… Sorry..”

“And no, do not think I am not mad at you anymore, though. We will have a really tough talk later.”

Colin did not mutter a single word as they walked to the bathroom. She rarely used it in the past - Bellith did not like when anyone did it other than her anyway. Bellith pinched the ties of Colin’s clothes, watching them fall down and revealing the sweating mess of her apprentice’s body. And, for something that looked more like a steam-room, the purple-haired woman was not surprised when the temperature rose almost immediately as her coach turned the value up to make the hot water pour on their bodies. 

“Relax, I am just cleaning you up…” the teacher was too prideful to admit she wasn’t simply enjoying having her hands over the other woman’s curves, the way her lean waist shuddered under her touch, the way she rubbed her thighs to strangle the arousal that started coming back to her head.

Colin simply couldn’t believe what was going on. All these attempts of trying to get Bellith’s attention in the past were dodged with maximum precision, but now she, a poor lust-driven mess of a woman, was enjoying her careful touch, followed by gentle massaging of either her ass or her not-so-perky breasts. To think that Bellith could be so gentle when she squeezed some fir extract on her palm and slapped it against her skin, making sure that the oily substance was everywhere, even in the most intimate spots - in the inner side of her thighs, between her breasts, on the contour of her round butt. 

“Mmmmhh.. You don’t have to-” 

“Shut up. I am doing you a favour. So accept it,” Bellith immediately interrupted, her lips hovering above the woman’s wet neck to leave a tiny, pinching kiss. 

“A-Ahh, Bellith-..~”

There was nothing surprising about how quickly Colin accepted it, letting Bellith touch her, knowing well that it was Bellith simply cleaning her pussy if she rubbed her fingers against it over and over again, sometimes threatening to go deeper, yet never committing to it. It didn’t take too long for them to start going further - for the teacher to place her thigh between Colin’s legs and have juices drip on it drop by drop, for her to start sucking on the woman’s sensitive neck, for her to squish her right breast.

“G-God, Bellith, we shouldn’t-..!~” yet before she could even finish it, she found her body getting pinned to the perspiring tiles of the wall with her coach’s knee.

“One more word and you won't see the light of our next training session,” Bellith answered sharply, digging her teeth into the other’s neck.

“A-Ahh~..”

As Bellith groped her left boob while playing on the strings of her pussy with the right hand, Colin squeezed her plump thighs together, helping the hand between them to get inserted even deeper. God, it felt even better than the last time - maybe because it was Bellith the one fingering her and pinching her erect clit. To call it a cleaning process would be an overstatement - the more juices dripped down, the more Colin pleaded for more and the wetter she was getting.

“Ak-.. A-a-ahh~..” the woman was left in complete mercy of her coach when the latter placed her finger in her mouth to hear even more of these sweet moans.

Bellith squeezed her breast slightly harder with fingers right around the nipple that she pushed down like a delicate button with a sensitive spring. Her free hand smeared the outline of the other’s wettened pussy - it immediately responded to the sensations and begged for more. The ongoing streams of warm water only made it worse, sometimes Bellith’s hands were too slippery and she had to grab her apprentice’s chest multiple times in a row. Colin couldn't believe this was happening… it looked so much different in her fantasies she had every single night, yet she did not complain - maybe getting fucked by someone she adored so much as a woman was far more better than fucking them as a man. Bellith was so strong, even stronger than on their typical training as she held her straight and let her know her place.

“Khah.. Nghaaaa..mmm..” Colin shuddered, bringing her own hand to play with her breast that Bellith was done playing with.

She could see her wet purple hair blocking her view, but she didn't mind it - seeing the pair of enormous breasts on her chest was not as important as all the overwhelming sensations she felt at the moment. Ticklish, funny, slightly painful, yet enjoyable. If anything, she finally understood what the word breathtaking meant - it's like someone filled her lungs with something ethereal as she lost her actual ability to inhale normal air, instead feeding off the arousal of every gentle kiss Bellith delivered on her neck, on her cheek, on her neck. And when she nibbled gently? It was a completely different story.

“Ahhmmm..mmm~..”

Bellith never stopped. And when it felt like she was, she pulled a secret trick out of her nonexistent trick by pushing the woman’s buttons harder - she rubbed against her back with her slightly less impressive pair of breasts, she pinched her nipples and slapped them accordingly to make them bounce cutely, she gripped Colin’s ass, getting a good handful of it and then unceremoniously sticking her three fingers inside, as if trying to stretch it so much that it could fit something twice its size.

“Ah..Ah..~..”

“You are there, there?~” Bellith bit her lip, watching how well her small ministrations were doing her lover. “Cum for me, little bitch.”

Colin groaned one more time, a slight feeling of contempt from realizing how much the words actually turned her on making her only want more. Yes, she knew she was Bellith’s fucktoy. She wanted to be. That's what she was meant to be. 

“Ah..! Fuck.. I am such a bitch!..~” 

“Good girl.”

These were the words that aroused Bellith not any less, evident by the way she only accelerated the tempo by pushing her fingers in and out, splashes of juices splattering on the tiles with every move. A ticking timebomb, that's what Colin felt like as this small pulse slightly above her pussy intensified, getting ready for the incoming release. She was never the one to hold everything inside usually, so, as Bellith applied some pressure to her clitoris with her thumb and then pinched it with her fingernail… It was more than enough.

“AH!.. I'M GONNA!.. Mff!~” 

“That's it, do it~..” 

Bellith quickly snapped the student’s chin to herself, her lips committing the assault on hers as she sucked her into it in the midst of Colin’s release. Even if the moans were dull, nearly inaudible when their tongues met, she could feel every breath and feed on it like a hunger-driven vampire. Colin’s pussy got a rough spasm, unable to withstand the amount of bodily fluids she just let herself pour down, watching how another pond of cum with juices and sweat had mixed with the hot water and swam away. Why did it have to feel so good?.. And, after all, THIS was the way for her to end up with Bellith, too? All that hard work and suffering, yet the solution was to become a woman too pretty to be denied. Or, maybe, Bellith just had different priorities?

“Good.. good girl~..” Bellith finally broke the kiss, the smile on her face being read out loud as a satisfied one, proud even.

“T-Thanks, Bellith-”

“It is coach Bellith for you,” she huffed almost immediately. “But I will admit, you are more capable than I thought. Though, in some certainly different ways~..”

She ended it with a sweet whisper, knowing for sure where they will take this relationship shortly after…