TG Story ~ August Training(Patreon Exclusive)

August was the worst month of summer for Sakaki. The nuclear sun is hot as ever, the beaches and seasides are crowded with people sunbathing and surrendering to the hot beams, and each evening is a field day for hungry mosquitoes in search of some sweet-sweet blood. His sister Sakura, on the other hand, was the fishing rod, in a way. Shopping? Only with him by her side so that she could get his opinion whilst complaining about every single man she encountered in the span of the last few weeks. Sauna? Sakaki was not really happy with the months it took to remove his tan after their “quick session”. Sakura, on the other hand, hated his pale skin more than her own. Otherwise she wouldn’t get him to lie by her side as the late summer sun boldly caressed their bodies with glistening warmth. This time, though, the man made a terrible, terrible mistake.

“Pretty cool, eh?” she spoke, lifting her sunglasses up. “Just relax, have fun.. And enjoy yourself!”

“Mhm,” the brother frustratingly half-agreed. 

“Ugh, don’t give me that ‘hmph’ tone! Be glad I even care for your well-being!” she knew that “offended doggy” expression of his too well. 

“H-Hey, shut the hell up! I didn’t say anything…!” 

Deep inside, of course, Sakaki knew she was absolutely right. If it wasn’t for her, he would’ve probably been as thin as a bamboo already, if even alive. But that obviously had a completely opposite side of the spectrum too…

“Anyway! Here!” Sakura slapped a small sheet of paper against the man’s chest. “Get some muscles already. They opened a local one not so far away from here.”

Sakaki picked up the paper with an embarrassed expression. Two-month gym subscription was like one of his greatest fears turned into reality(aside from horses and getting a job), sitting in his hands like a mourning letter. 

“I.. I am not su-”

“Oh, yes! And you will!” it was the man’s first time hearing his sister being actually mad at him. “Some training never killed anyone, especially someone who would benefit soooo much from it! If you don’t want to get rid of your fat, at least put it to good use, you know!”

The shame was coming to his cheeks now, as he analyzed his body. It was not fat.. Just a bit chubby. Sure, his stomach was just a few calories away from looking like a beer belly, but he could live with it. Sakura though? She was the one in control of his health at this point, so telling her “no” could as well be seen as not saying anything at all. As always, his facial expression and pathetic acceptance spoke for itself - reading both was something Sakura was talented at. 

“Good. You know you have to pay sometimes, and just going to a gym for a bit.. It’s not that big of a deal. Much better than me kicking you out altogether if you keep being an unemployed incel, right?” 

“Right..” Sakaki sighed with guilt in his voice. 

First, it was just the guilt from realizing how much he agreed with all that, but soon enough, it boiled into irritation. Why was his own sister treating him like a little kid? He was a grown man, he knew what was better for him, yet for some reason let Sakura play him like a handpuppet for her own entertainment. Only the fear of his sister telling him to go to hell was much stronger than his will to come back to their apartment once he’s done and yell at her. 

That’s why he was now standing under the hot sun right before the entrance to the gym. It wasn’t even 5 minutes, but he already felt like he could fall on the nearby mattress and then take a freezing cold shower immediately after.

The woman behind the counter inspected the invitation, approvingly nodding and sliding the sheet back to him through the small slit between her desk and the glass that separated their faces. 

“That must be it,” she said with a forced, awkward smile while wiping her sweaty forehead and giving him a small key. “This one is for the locker. Enjoy yourself.”

“Thanks..” 

“Also, I have to mention that we are now sponsored by one self care company, so if you feel any discomfort during training, please contact us.” 

Sakaki entered the main room. Of course, it was empty, the only visitors aside from him were the dust particles in the very dry air. Who else would be crazy enough to work out at such a time in a place that had an air conditioner with propellers existing only to gather dirt? One awkward inhale and you could choke! And then, there were even stairs on the exposed rooftop… the audacity!

‘What are these for? For masochists or people who want to feel what it’s like being an overcooked steak?’ Sakaki huffed sarcastically. 

Thinking that he tried to distract himself from actually doing anything, he picked up two lightest dumbbells in the room. There was not much success at first, but progress was yet to be achieved. Even as he had gotten better and his body warmed-up, one major enemy still remained: that would be the droplets of sweat forming underneath his loose clothes. At first, Sakaki did his best to ignore the way his T-shirt kept on sticking to his torso, but the more he struggled with the weights, the less merciful the reaction of his body was becoming. Eventually, his hands found their way to the edges of the shirt before pulling it up and revealing his bare torso. There was not much to stare at, to say the least. 

“Jeez.. I will..”  

Dizzy. That’s how Sakaki felt after pushing himself over the edge just to prove something… to whom? To himself? Sakura? Or, maybe, the world itself? Either way, it was a really stupid thing to do on his part. His head spun in circles, the vision became unfocused and vague, the loss of any control over his hands nearly made him drop one of the dumbbells right on his foot. As the man was lying on the warm wooden floor, he heard a rapid hissing sound a couple inches away from him. The source of the sound let itself be known through a small cloud of white particles emerging in the air and dissipating almost immediately. Must’ve been the aerosol that woman talked about earlier. At least the smell in the room was now not of his sweat, but of something that reminded Sakaki of the curious mix of vanilla and light raspberry. Funnily enough, the scent did little to help him cope.

‘Grabbing a good milkshake would be so good…’ thought Sakaki before closing his tired eyes. 

But soon enough, conscience started biting him again and he locked his lips in frustration. He can’t! If Sakura knows, he’s done for! Yet it wasn’t enough to clear the temptation in his stomach, just imagining the creamy texture of the drink around his lips, how sweet it could be.. It was driving him insane. That’s how much he hated August for making him feel like that. Just a moment before abruptly falling asleep, he could see the light from the roof striking his face.

Weird, it was his first time dreaming in a very good while. But maybe it’s because he actually did something physically demanding for once. Just like many other dreams in general, Sakaki found it quite a struggle to concentrate or navigate through his surroundings. He could understand he was sitting in something that looked like a beach lounge, his feet a wet magnet for crystal flakes of the hot sand. As he accepted the atmosphere, he tried looking around. The location was recognizable - the same one he and his sister visited last morning. Yet it was rather frustrating, as even in a dream he could clearly feel his headache remaining, only becoming worse when some random chick’s hair blocked his view. Sakaki snapped his head into a different direction, but a thick pink pigtail remained. In frustration, he looked up, but saw no one. In fact, there was no one around him at all. Yes, dreams are usually absurd by their nature, but this one seemed too real to be just a temporary illusion to rest in. 

“W-Where..?” 

Sakaki made a risky move when he felt a haunting pulse in his scalp again, his hand riding up to grasp the hair tickling his knuckles as he picked up one of the thick pink strands.. The pillows of his fingers rubbed one of them, just savouring how real it felt, so luscious, so smooth. He could see a faint shade of cyan being on them too, but one thing remained clear - right now he was not inhabiting his body. Sakaki’s body tensed in desperate attempts to wake up, yet with little to no success. He had some experience with sleep paralysis before, but this time none of his well-known tactics worked - wiggling toes or trying to blink rapidly did nothing to push him back into reality.

“A-A-Ahhh!” he tried to scream, his vocal chords betraying him by the rules of dream space before twisting themselves and letting something different out. “Nyaaahhh!” 

Though still a lot of effort had to be put in that short, breathy squeak, the man still did not recognize his voice, only hearing a high-pitched screech, slightly reminiscent to the one his sister possessed, except that she still managed to sound less stereotypically “girly” in comparison to his almost exaggerated hum. 

“Um! Wait! What’s going, um, on!..”

Would be pointless to ignore what was happening when his stomach growled loudly and slightly burning sensations right above the man’s groin, the round hump splitting itself into multiple rolls as the fat Sakaki collected for years started swimming underneath his skin, looking for the better sections of his body to fill up while his waist remerged in a perfectly slender, hourglass imagery. The thoughts were now an unpleasant cloud of smoke in his head, not any less than that. Trying to focus now was an impossible task, as not only Sakaki found it hard to think about anything other than how seductive he knew sounded, but also someone, whose face or gender he couldn’t recognize, gently placed their hands on his heated chest. Now the man’s vulnerable body was lying right on their lap, resting and giving in to the changes to come. Sakaki restfully smacked his lips as the figure started squeezing him, starting off soft and careful, but quickly getting used to how erratically flesh reacted to being touched - how it tensed and filled up after every squishing motion these hands did. Having a slightly sagging chest was not too surprising, as he already bore some weight, but these were most definitely not just fat pecs anymore. The new breasts were deforming, trying to come back to their original shape, but the more pressure was applied to them, the less they resisted and the more they resembled an absurdly big female chest. And the worst part? It was just a dream! Why did all this feel so good and had to eventually end? Why, foremost, does Sakaki even feel anything at all? Each pinch, each gentle grope, sensual slap that made his chest bounce and jump… All felt like someone was handfeeding him with pleasure and ecstasy.

“AH..! Ahnnnnnn!~...”

For some reason, it felt so sensitive that it immediately sent the reaction to his cock underneath his boxers, the tip of the member peeking out through the fabric and staining it. Especially when the unknown person squeezed them over and over again and teased his nipples, digging their fingernails deep into the area around them to stretch the areolae until they were so wide that you could barely tell where they even started. Each squeeze was like the work of a masterful sculptor that turned the pair on the chest into thick, sweating pieces of dough, yet to be made into freshly-baked buns. 

“A-Ah, those can’t be my boobs..” 

As much as he tried to deny it, they certainly were. And bigger than the ones of any other woman he knew in his life, too. Not that there were too many to pick from, but with what he could work with he knew at the very least that none of them had breasts so big that they could feed a family of four. His hand instinctively reached out for his hard as rock cock, stroking it in rough, but somewhat gentle motions. Though seeing anything was a challenge when someone was playing with his chest that already blocked his entire view, it didn’t take too long for Sakaki to trap his degrading cock between his middle and index fingers, pushing the decreasing skin down until it was touching the outline of his groin and fusing with it. Maybe he had never dreamt about being a woman before, but just having a pussy with a clit so sensitive that even the wind between his thickening thighs could turn it erect felt too good. Too good to be just a vision. Though his hips were already quite full, the transformation took it upon itself to take care of erasing all the visible stretch marks to give them a more delicate, unrealistically sexual look as they bounced from fat distribution that rounded Sakaki’s ass into a balanced peach-like shape. 

“Did.. Did you mean this by saying I should put my fat to good use, Sakura..?” Sakaki licked his plump lips while his hand enjoyed the soft vulnerability of the ones between his legs.

As the unknown figure massaged his asscheek and continued pushing his right boob up and down, Sakaki could only respond and moan with growing need. What was even the reason for visions like these? He can’t give in… He didn’t want to become fanatic from witnessing once a dream where someone fucked his brains out. And yet, Sakaki did little to resist, simply begging to grasp more of that otherworldly taste by moaning melodically and pushing the knuckles of his fingers deep into his pussy to at least try to imitate how good it would feel sucking someone dry with those… What was there to prove now? He felt like a complete mess, probably because he indeed was one. Why would she scream his lungs out with phrases like “OH! YES! FUCK ME MORE!” or “I WANT YOU ALL OVER MY BODY!!” as if it wasn’t just a vivid image of a dream, a pornographic fantasy to witness once in eternity and forget upon awakening? Except that he wouldn’t, rubbing his pussy and pinching it over and over again as the complete stranger holding him in their arms made him feel so good, so self-conscious of his impressive body anyone would fall on knees to. So close, they were holding him so tight to his body that he felt like he could burst just on spot. Just a little bit..! 

With a lengthy, curled-up groan, the man spread his legs as the transparent juices turned white, their thick texture visibly staining both the lounge and the boxers that nearly ripped from trying to contain his big ass and hips. Funnily enough, his orgasm was borderline dry, unlike the ones he had seen on the internet where women could quite literally bath in their own release. He was a man for his entire life, yet, for whatever reason, he was so natural at making herself feel good… As he relaxed in the lounge, his mind was still limp, obsessed with the thoughts of what he had just done... Only to eventually go back to the shame. No. He was a man, he can’t just.. Accept that being a woman in a dream could be so good. It was just a fantasy. A newfound fetish he never thought he had, yet embraced anyway. 

As Sakaki closed his eyes slowly, the thoughts started drifting away again. Tiredness and fatigue heavier than any he had ever felt in his life putting him to rest. The hands of his imaginary lover were still giving him some aftertaste by gently caressing the new curves and, from time to time, groping them, as if they couldn’t get enough of them. And, frankly, Sakaki couldn’t either…

Upon slowly opening his eyes, the vision remained blurry for a few seconds, but the distinct scent of vanilla still teased his nostrils, a cheating way to lift his mood up, even though the flirtatious story he witnessed in the dream already did that. Heh, he still wouldn’t mind getting some creamy milkshake. The images of the dream still remained in his head… He couldn’t believe he had sexual fantasies of that nature. His body, weak and tired from getting knocked out at least an hour ago, still struggled to get up. For some reason, it felt even heavier.

Soon enough, the puzzle pieces started coming together. The vines of confusion ripped apart and revealed a terrifying image to Sakaki: there, right underneath his gaze, laid a pair of large breasts, wide nipples shamelessly peeking in opposite directions. First instinct would be to think he was still asleep, but no - everything was clear as day, he didn't have to pinch himself to understand that.

“W-Wha?! Wait.. No!” she quickly got up, watching as her boobs jumped from every little movement she did. “These.. Can’t be.. real..~”

Sakaki blinked in panic, groping the two mounds as she could feel how sore her back was, probably because of them too. They were fleshy, tough, and hardened… Not nearly as soft as the stranger made it seem in her dream, but that only made them feel even more real now, even if their size looked like the pinnacle of sex fantasy. Her shirt made a terrible job at trying to cover her chest, so she went there - between her legs. And yes, it was tight. Tight enough that she was steps away from needing to buy herself new boxers(that’s not to say them looking like glorified panties was a bad thing aside from leaving her ass cheeks fully exposed). The most important part, however, was her cock. Or, at the very least, its blatant absence. In the dream she put her pussy to a good use, but now even touching it was sending intense shivers down her spine, as if signaling that she was not ready to do anything naughty at the moment.

“S-So.. that wasn’t a dream..?” she spoke in feminine voice, tugging the two pink pigtails with additional cyan paint in panic. “I can’t believe it..! How…?!”

How exactly she became a woman was only half of her concerns, as the clothes she was wearing at the moment could easily get her thrown out of the gym - alas, there were almost none; her T-shirt probably got carried by the wind. And, though it was something she hoped would happen a bit earlier, with a body like this she would now rather stay hidden from everyone’s eyes. That was until she remembered that there was still a key to her locker… She could change if she wanted! But as the silver key went through the perfectly-shaped hole and the door of her locker opened, the clothes she saw inside turned out to be.. not any less eccentric than the ones she was wearing right now. A ridiculously short sleeveless shirt and an even shorter skirt. These options were still probably better than what she had on her at the moment…

So, Sakaki quickly changed herself. She tried to not gaze at her exposed boobs for too long before putting on the new sports shirt that did little to cover her sharp nipples pinching the nearly transparent cloth. For her, it felt a little pathetic that she let something like that happen to her. But, on the other hand… Why did the thoughts of now residing in the female body affect her so much? And not only sexually, albeit the sticky fluids between her legs giving her a fair share of excitement, she also felt strangely.. comfortable. Yes, the clothes she wore definitely didn’t satisfy her, but, at the same time, they positively emphasized all the parts she despised about herself when she was a man. 

The August sun she despised so much would slide under the horizon once the clock rings number nine. But its immense strength didn't stop her from curiously walking up the stairs on the rooftop. 

It was as empty as the gym itself, but her gears finally started moving faster. Her heartbeat increased and bloodstream turned hyperactive. The sun was not attacking her skin anymore, it was kissing her, worshipping the body only one in a million could have… it was all hers. Even if this attention was not enough. Not nearly.

“G-God, why am I so… so.. hot?~” she played with the elastic fabric of her boxers that could rip just now and expose her drenched with juices folds.

But did she mind it? Probably not. Not to mention she still had an entire night to see what this body was truly capable of. She wondered, though, how she would explain this all to her sister…