Sorcery Fuck (JJK Triple TG)

“It’s finally happening!”

Draven had been checking his phone constantly, the tracking numbers frequently interrupted as he kept worrying that his ploy had been noticed. He was a longtime JJK fan so when the final volume announced special item tie ins he had been thrilled… up till he saw the asterisk of “Only one per person.” Now this was some quickly setup Viz website, hardly the most technical thing and as a big fan of multiple of the girls in JJK, he wanted merch from plenty of the cast. There was some badly formatted text warning that “all merch comes with a Binding Vow so don’t get greedy” but that was just some flavor text, and it didn’t take long to realize that as long as you used a different email, you could send multiple to the same address, likely to avoid siblings or partners from being limited.

Now he probably wouldn’t keep all three copies of the last volume, but he’d definitely keep the add ons for display, as long as they actually arrived properly. They’d been sent back to the original facility a few times, the arrival date jumping from a few weeks to months. Given how quickly the stock had been sold out, he kept nervously glancing at his various emails for cancellation notices, but today was finally the day, all of them arriving once the mail truck finally-

THMMP

It didn’t take long for a buzz to follow, all his emails getting a new inbox message, a picture of the box left in front of his house accompanying the sound of the mail truck lugging to the next- Wait only one box? Draven quickly ran out, nervous till he opened his door, the large cardboard box overkill if it was just for one, and when he lifted it he could feel the heft of at least a few volumes and a variety of things jostling around with a single shake. It seemed he had gotten away with it just fine as he carefully lugged the box in, setting it on the living room table as he picked at the tape.

“Can’t wait to see what these all look like. Website was vague but I can guess what Nobara and Maki’s would be.”

The packing tape was taking a bit to strip off but finally tore as the box opened, Draven pulling out the air cushions inside to see… Well crushing disappointment was one way to put it. He had been expecting Cloud Gouger or one of Mei Mei’s crows, but if he wasn’t a fan of them he had no idea how you’d guess who each went to. Except Nobara’s. The hammer was impressively done, the acrylic well textured to look like it was real and it even had her name on the back with some of the rose patterning. But the other two?

“Okay I know those are Maki’s glasses, but what the hell is Mei Mei’s?! Is that her like… hidden inventory school tie?”

That had to be it, Draven in disbelief at how basic the other two were. Had he really waited months for shit he’d call add ons for figures? Did they expect people to wear Mei Mei’s tie? At least make it a fucking feather or something?! While he ranted internally his hand drifted down, fingers splayed as he touched the three bonuses, thumb tapping the hammer, pointer and middle stroking the tie, and his pinky tapping a lens of the glasses.

BINDING VOW BROKEN

“Wh-What the fuck just was th-AHHHHHHH?!”

It was like the essence of the words had blared inside his skull, flashing over his irises as energy spilled up his arm. Very quickly his body was being raised, green, orange and white energies overlapped as his arms splayed, Draven screaming as a great tug of war pulled his arms in opposite directions, his head yanked perpendicularly.

Spasms rolled through his every muscle, the forces refusing to let up, his screams choking to a strangled whine as an odd, echoey quality happened, flesh bubbling as his vision blurred, or was it multiplying? It was like his lips were smashing and splitting in some kind of bizarre flower of self making out, multiple angles diverging, eyes watering, his cock pulsing and grinding against… itself? Thinking was made impossible, his ears ringing as the feeling of brain matter trembling and squirming like massive slugs rammed against his skull, a skull that felt like it was being cleaved, his body being ripped apart as synapses fired incoherently.

Burning, chilly, groping, grinding, pain, pleasure. The world was spinning, his vision tripled over, multiple of him screaming as his limbs spread and spread beyond the point that seemed possible without tearing him to pieces. There was a wet kind of slapping noise, his tongue tied on more of itself, his shoulders bumping and grinding together as his shirt felt cramped, his eyes watering, tears spilling down into more eyes like a bizarre cycle, noses clogged, his brain being filtered twice over as suddenly-

RIIIIIIIIIIIIP SPLSSSHHH~

“UHHHHHNGH?!”

“OW OW OWWW?!”

“Ohhh f-huuuuuck oh god gaaaawd mmmngh?!”

Draven collapsed onto his couch, thrashing in half an outfit, the torn sleeve and half a pair of pants quickly fluttering off his tender body. Meanwhile Draven landed on the carpet, ass stinging as it bounced twice before unceremoniously splaying him half naked on the ground, groaning as the overwhelming pain faded to a meager throb as his stiff cock rubbed against the carpet. It was the commotion that had Draven and Draven look left and right, the two giving surprised grunts as they realized they weren’t alone, though any noises made paled in comparison to the third of them. The last Draven was cumming his brains out, just a collar and threads from their shirt hanging like some kind of bizarre necklace as he made a mess.

Draven and Draven were left speechless, their own minor pain nothing compared to the bucking, spurting form of their triplet, clutching at something and trying to say anything, but it seemed he could barely speak from the continuous gut punches as their cock continued to erupt. After nearly two minutes of thrashing, forced bliss their releases slowed to a bubbling dribble, low, confused groans all they could get out as his fingers rubbed between his thighs.

“M-hissing suhhmthing nnngh f-huuuuuck~!”

Left Draven was the first to realize what was wrong, middle Draven’s legs spreading as he noticed below their cock was a dripping slit, a panicked look down showing his own cock was thankfully fine if a bit sore from whatever had happened, but at least he had his balls though he had no idea for how long as a cold sweat broke out. It was faint but despite his body itself being fine there was a faint orange outline rumbling over his body like some kind of anime aura.

“Mmgh fehhhlt like I was spl-hiiitting~ bu-uhhht rrgh? Ooh what’s tw-hiiitching ih-HIIIIIINGH?!”

Before Draven could give a warning, one of middle Draven’s fingers shoved inside the slit, their wilting cock springing back to life as soapy releases weakly arced out, another finger added into the mix as the two watching Draven’s both got hard.

“What the hell’s happening to him? Why’s it kind of…”

Right Draven looked confused, rubbing his thighs awkwardly as the scraps of fabric fluttered to his feet, clearly turned on by the bizarre sight and looking confused. It didn’t help that middle Draven’s voice kept cracking, the lack of balls clearly having some other effects though neither could see the walls of his slit squeezing back, the fingers inside growing longer, nails sharpening as the thin slit carved invisibly deeper inside his pelvis.

“I don’t know how but it’s like one of my… our? Whatever it’s clear he’s turning into a girl! And we’re all fucking glowing so we’re probably changing next! Shit it’s like our stories!”

Left Draven was patting himself down fully paranoid now, unsure if it was goosebumps or the start of further changes as the hairs on his body all stood stiffly up. Right just looked even more baffled while middle continues to moan in a cracked voice, collapsing face first as the bones of their pelvis shifted, every few seconds a crunch echoing out as more slimming fingers shunted up his slit, sharp, black nails carving it deeper as his legs flailed in their dislocating thrashes.

“Wh-What do you mean we’re turning into girls? What stories?! What glow?!”

Left paused his full body patdown, starting to get confused himself, Right looking ashamed of his own erection and sneaking peaks at their triplet’s spreading hips with that aroused but confused ‘oh fuck am I into this’ expression on his face.

“We make tg stories remember? That’s one of our bigger hobbies. Turning guys into girls, imagining it happening to ours-HELLVES~?”

Chills were running down his body, Left hugging himself for warmth as he could feel the wiry hairs of his arms starting to dislodge, patches of smoothness following wherever he rubbed as the orange aura made his entire body tingle and sensitize.

“I think I’d remember being into shit like that! I-I’m not into that kind of-“ his denial was interrupted by a meaty spreading of Middle Draven’s hips, their cum entirely clear as bony plates unnaturally widened outwards, knees swiveling together. Despite the horror of it, both couldn’t deny how turned on they were.

“…till today I guess, but you also said we’re glowing? Is it like cursed energy?”

Now it was Left’s turn to be confused, but a quick glance from him to the items and only really recognizing Nobara’s made it all click together.

“Shit I think our memories got spliHNNNGH?!”

As Left leaned over something normally inconsequential happened, a single brown hair tumbling off his body, floating above the props as it pinwheeled down right on top of the hammer’s face, the air humming as orange covered the hammer’s outline, Left Draven suddenly standing stiff as all across his body hairs were plucked, a series of sharp painful rips picking him clean as the glowing mass of body hairs magnetized towards the hammer, wrapping around into the crude shape of a human, the shell of a voodoo doll formed. He was forced to match its pose, arms and legs splayed, the stinging pain and opened pores feeling the chilling dive of the orange aura soothing away the discomfort, a distressingly pleasant caress of energy tracing over his outline, his essence, teasing him as his hairless cock throbbed.

“What’s happening?”

“THDAHHH! AHCAHHNMVV CZZZ’V’THDAHH!”

Right Draven followed Left’s frantic glances, amazed to see the hammer standing up on its base yet nothing else out of the ordinary. Clearly some kind of magic was happening and the him that knew what was going on was in a bind, yet beyond the embarrassment of his own stiffy, Right Draven didn’t feel any different. If only he could see what was happening to the other two the way they could, his eyes shifting from the hammer, to Maki’s glasses as curiosity suddenly took hold.

“Can’t help if I can’t see. Don’t worry I’ve got this!”

Left Draven could only watch helplessly, his prior panic just making any warnings he could try to say come out as further nonsense, so he was left to just hope that the most obvious tg trigger ever wasn’t about to go off as Right slipped on the glasses.

“OOH OOH OOH!”

“Shit,” thought Draven, assuming the worst only to realize it was just Right geeking out over seeing real, honest to god… whatever the power system was for JJK. Could it be true? Could years of tg story tropes for once be wrong? Judging by the growing, green sideburns no.

Draveni felt amazing, the veil of reality filtered away as he watched his stuck twin imprisoned in a field of orange, the green glow around him warmer almost now that it was visible, giving a nice sense of pressure all around that was more stimulating than suffocating. It was a lot to take in, the white aura around their cumming triplet flaring a lot higher and wilder than either of theirs. A bout of dizziness sent Draveni stumbling, associating it with the rush of info instead of the stems of his glasses clutching the base of his ears, green bangs spreading over as his inner canals were massaged and molded to a perfect fit.

It was a subtle shift, the molded metal of the bottom suctioning to Draveni’s cheekbones, targeted rounds of pressure massaging the more chiseled shape, near silent pops gradually accompanying the softening of his cheeks, nose pads squeezing tighter on the bridge of his nose as every subconscious flare of his nostrils made it smaller, cuter. All Draveni felt was a consistent blissful pulse, the sprouts of dark green tickling his neck, his head positively humming as magic was real and god was it making him horny.

The bound Draven was also turned on, only able to look but seeing that hastening breath of arousal on his own face, his own cheeks paling as stubble and imperfections were swallowed by a smooth golden hue. It was the perfect oblivious victim setup, even soft gasps as his irises dilated, gold creeping into the sclera as his bottom lip was bitten needily. Draven had fantasized this scenario plenty, his own arousal not helped by the full body caress, an almost dissociated collapse of tension following as the helplessness and the arousal made it so much easier just to watch and let the good feelings-

“Oh is it this thing? How do I help maybe just-“

The joy was cut short brutally as Draveni swiped the voodoo doll away, the splayed form of it tumbling against the edge of the box and bouncing off the table towards the ground.

CRUNCH

“FNNGH FUUUH FUUUUUUCK!”

Draven could finally speak again, the force keeping him bound lifted though the connection to the doll proved… unfortunate. There was a ripple along his skeleton, orange flaring as the doll hit the cardboard edge, dimpling in its outer layer drastically as Draven’s vertebrae shook, the small of his back wrenching inwards as the shudders of change violently shifted his entire frame. Height compressed out like an accordion in motion, his stomach bulging, cock tensing as the ripples radiated through his flesh, curses streaming out as inches popped inwards. Then came the table bounce.

CRICK

His curses sputtered out, shouting made difficult by the sudden pull of his ribcage, the left side of his waist crinkling in, all that bulging mass in his midsection churning as he could feel it pulling into his balls, Draven groaning as the pressure continued to mount and rumble. It was hard to breathe, the inwards sink of his curving outline leaving one of his lungs half compressed, his hands clutching at the other, flatter side as his stocky thighs squeezed around his cock. He knew the last thing you wanted to do in this situation was cum, but his brain wasn’t exactly getting much time to process anything with the violent reordering of his body. When the other side of the doll bounced off the floor he almost felt grateful.

CRICK POP POP POP POP

“UHHNGH AHH F-HUUUUCK K-Keeeep it ihhhhn gAHHHtta OOOH~!”

He could breathe at the cost of his midsection, nausea joining the pain and arousal as his curved waist pressed against his innards, organs shifting impossibly as all that displaced matter seemed to thrust behind his cock in mounting roughness. The following bounces served to wreck his shoulders, Draven finally collapsing as his shoulders were squeezed together, multiple rounds of brutal, shrinking collapses leaving him like Middle Draven as his back finished its shift to femininity, the physique of a femboy left heaving.

Draveni was utterly entranced, two copies of himself visibly changing, unable to deny how hot it was, already in a euphoric state from the shifting contours of his features. Shit he really was into this, jerking off not a desire any more but a need as his chapped lips swelled, a smug pout forming. After all he felt fine, better than fine honestly, seemingly unaffected by the pain and pleasure assaulting the other two, Draveni pushing the glasses up a bit out of habit, a habit worming into his subconscious as his fingernails grew on contact.

That slight pressure was enough to make the rest of his nose pop, an audible sigh escaping as his brows wriggled, plucking themselves slimmer, green overtaking the brown as his golden eyes drank in the delicious sight from a position of absolute power.

Soon he was stroking himself, unable to help it, watching one version shrink into themselves, the other bottom heavy as they flopped in a puddle of their own juices. The more he watched the better it felt to jerk off, Draveni unaware of his fingers slimming, the asian glow that had spread over his face softening his palms as the smooth, slippery skin worked over his shaft. Yes this felt right, the pleasant buzz of his sharpened jaw, the slight brush of hair on his cheeks, the scratch of nails slipping past his shaft. And above all else that smug feeling of dominance filling him with glee even as his face was fully feminized. At least it wasn’t him on the ground thrashing, and even if Left Draven had kept it in for now, it was clear something was about to burst judging by the hands at his groin and the constant upwards thrusts of his-

SPLUUUURRRT~

Middle Draven was unaware of much beyond his own needs, his mind the most hollowed out from the split, large chunks of identity and processing power gone, not that he minded when the greatest orgasms of his entire life were chaining together one after the other. Much like his brain at the start, his innards were being equally spread open, the forming pussy using his own masturbatory thrusts to hasten the spreading walls of a uterus, his prostate barely putting up a fight as the muscle wrapped around and forced it to triangulate.

“AHHHHN AHHH YESSS~!”

Little mattered beyond how good it felt, his palm scrunching tighter to cram his fingers deeper, every nail on his right hand black. Amidst the chaos and moaning, none of the three noticed the soft swipe of fabric as the white tie slithered up the box, silently roaming towards his thrashing form. It didn’t take long to reach his thrusting right arm, tying around and jerking it out, Draven grunting like an animal as he tried to go back to the fingering, only to quickly abandon the idea after a few failures as his left took its place.

Both hands were making the motions, only a few thrusts needed to make his left match the elegant daintiness of his right, no thought at all just reflexive desire as the tie dragged his arm up, Draven a slave to the pleasure all the way to the point his sticky fingers suddenly stabbed into his right ear canal.

“H-HuUHHHNGH~~?!?!”

It wasn’t like there was much thought beyond the hooked thrusting, perfect for digging into any slender canal, something bursting as his eyes began rolling in different directions, any sense of direction lost amidst an endless sea of ecstasy. Whichever end was being filled lost meaning, just the continued urge to be filled requiring constant sating, his bony hips spasming as tunnels carved deeper like extensions of his fingers, his brain quaking as cursed energy spurted through his ear canal and into his brain as the trauma turned Dreiven’s hair white.

Cursed energy flowed like a power washer eager to scrape away the patina of his former identity, his recessed, bony ass cheeks bubbling as with a twist of his fingers the energy thickened to hot fat. His cock was pink, dry spurts repeatedly darkening the shade as it wilted alongside his masculine urges, the need to fuck inverting as the shaft slunk into his open slit like a worm into soil, the tip sealing as it thrust its girth into the ridged dampness below.

It was the most thorough fucking imaginable, cock thrusting into shaft, fingers digging into his firming walls and the hot slaps of mass filling out her bottom, clapping his ass cheeks together as they filled and firmed. Such precision was wracking any gasps of masculine thought left in his head, he-his brain warping as cursed energy rammed into every fold, bolstering his halved intellect with ruthless cunning as his nails continued to dig inside via cursed energy.

The tie slipped off, untying its own knot before slipping over the torn off collar of his former shirt, the tangles of torn threads twisting like insect legs as the cloth darkened, spreading down as the collar stiffened under the guiding twist of the tie. Deidei could barely think, not his? own thoughts anyway, a flood of memories digging into his mind, just like the fused tip digging into his folds as the lubricated muscle clamped it into a clit.

Rather than a release it was like a cleanse, something deep inside forever shifting, Dei Mei groaning as tubes finished their loops, ovaries forming as her fingers pulled away from her ears. Even her slit was left unbothered, the billowing curtain of black falling shapelessly around her body, though her ass had grown large enough that it didn’t matter as her hands traced the thickening swell of her surging buttocks.

“Ohhh~ my what an incredible depaaahsit~!”

Draven rolled onto his back, hopeful that wouldn’t drive him over the edge, his cock continually bobbing up as it tried to expel its contents as he grit his teeth and tensed every muscle. A part of him had always imagined that if he really had been faced with a tf scenario against his will, he’d have been able to overcome it, but it was a lot easier to imagine when your cock didn’t have a liquid dildo bubbling up spots you didn’t know could be teased. His skin tingled as each surge radiated outwards, the smooth skin trying to tighten, rubbing against muscle and his bulging pot belly, everything looking for a release.

At the corner of his eyes he saw the doll, finishing its roll just out of reach, a flash of inspiration striking. Surely if the voodoo doll was causing the changes then he’d be able to undo them right? Sure it was never that easy in his stories, but this was reality and he wasn’t going to just give in without a- In the heat of the moment he leaned over too far, the tip of his cock brushing against the carpet.

SPLUUUURRRT~

“NO N-HOO OHH OHHHH~?!”

After such tenseness the release rippled through every inch of his body, ropes of cum launching out as he squealed, his eyes leaking, tongue lolling, such utter ecstasy filling him as a wonderful looseness spread. But he couldn’t relent. It was like trying to stop a leaking pipe, his temples flexing as the following spurts pulsed out less and less, feeling like he was being rammed repeatedly as the bulging flesh was flattening, a hand desperately pinching his tip as he forced the flow to stop as a desperate last resort.

It worked but something was wrong, a squirming, thickening scratch inside as his cum bubbled, Draven grunting as his blurred vision focused on the voodoo doll now covered in his seed, the thick globs thickening and darkening before his eyes. A familiar uniform formed in miniature, Draven horrified as the bubbling turned more into a geyser, ramming his hand as thickening squirts escaped.

It was no longer a tide he could stop, his youthful skin tightening, his flesh roiling, a series of aches building and building as the pressure boiled over. His hand was batted away by the flow, splattered in blue, black and gold the fluids linked to his voodoo doll now, his form slumping onto his back as a wide arc of cursed cum erupted from his cock. Vaguely in the corner of his consciousness, he could hear the sound of something being splattered and someone cursing, but the world was growing dim as his body felt like a towel being wrung dry through his cock.

Animalistic barely described the kinds of sounds that followed, his voice cracking repeatedly as he howled, regretting all the time he spent building up his muscle mass as he felt every ounce of it melt and squirt from his cock. It was no longer ropes of cum but liquid pantyhose and latex, cotton fibers and silk, even a few shiny bits of gold colored plastic that rammed from behind up his cock like beads and added an arhythmic shock as if he needed any more sensations added to the mix.

Or in other words, it was like the greatest sex in his life, pleasure beyond his imagination like his brain was being plowed, each release its own fuck as the thickness thrust out his cock and rained back down into writhing bits of uniform. He could feel wetness splatter onto his face, the doll still absorbing his previous spunk like a facial as his jaw unhinged, his facial contortions so extreme his skull was literally warping under just the attempt to express how hard he was being fucked.

The bulge of his compressed mass was shrinking, pulsing out into pudge, that pudge only lasting another three squirts as his stomach tucked itself into pinchable, feminine perfection. Even his curved sides shrank tighter, a smooth, slender waist heaving up and down as white splatters of silk fondled his curved core, the squeeze of a uniform jacket adding to the pressure as his skin continued to tighten.

Draven was a muscular guy and every ounce was being squashed, his brains ironically the one muscle not cumming out his cock as his arms and legs deflated, anything chiseled or defined melting into slivers of feminine fat or pulsing out his tip.

“UHHHNGH UHHHNGH KFF KFF AHH AHHH GOD AHHHN YESSSS~!”

The ecstasy was convulsive, as if every limb was cumming, everything smoothing over, slimming, curving, his Adam’s Apple moaned out after a sour spray of cum landed in his throat, lips thickening with gloss and bits of a collar and button dribbling down his chin as he thrashed back and forth. At some point his hair had grown long enough to billow about like a jellyfish, his welled up eyes slanting over the course of multiple socket wrenching squeezes as the tide began to settle.

Eventually he was just squirming, turned on by Nobara’s husky voice, legs weakly kicking as pantyhose formed around his legs, a skirt above that, all those layers of fabric rubbing against his crotch as it leaked the material his uniform needed for completion. With the fading came awareness, the blissful high grounding itself once the stiffer fabrics tailored to his new form, his hands quickly darting between his thighs to confirm he still had a cock, relief at the feeling of a bulge as he was careful not to press too hard lest he accidentally press the tender organ in. A part of him wondered how long it’d last, groaning as it remained stiff, the whole thing feeling a bit loose after expelling so much, but even if he was now the femmiest of boys, Drovena was still a boy.

Mei Mei was in heaven, this vessel she was in acting like one of her crows, a sacrifice for her longevity and beauty as she wondered if those ancient sorcerers had felt half this good when they had incarnated onto the mortal realm once more. Though she wasn’t content to just body snatch. Controlling interests were hardly as enticing as control itself, 90/10 too generous a split as her fingers shifted from her perfect, eye-catching rear to the pathetic sticks keeping it aloft. Sure under the vague cloth outline they didn’t clash too hard, but sinewy chicken legs weren’t her style, her hands digging into the tougher muscle and working it down, shifting her investments around as her thighs began to bloat.

“Nnngh~ let’s diversify a bit. All this capital could use a good restructuring. We need a proper distribution guide…”

Bubble of profit were swelling the shape of her legs, her knees rubbing together as the dress squeezed, chunks of it sloughing off to wrap around her thighs, stringing together around her waist as her slit was rubbed by lace and luxury. Of course she was pleased with the cloth’s eagerness, but she wanted to make sure it was doing the right work, pulling up the curtain of black as it clung to her legs, splitting off into stockings tied to an overly tight garter belt.

“My what a lovely frame. Now to fill it mmm ahh there we go…”

Her flesh shivered and spread, the squeeze of the garter belt winnowing away girth from her waist like a bad investment, opportunities opening lower as the loose hanging stockings aided the melting of muscle, stockiness turning to stocks that curved towards success as her calves firmed in the back.

Slowly she worked herself back to her feet, rolling them as her heels squeezed, the shape of heels molding her arches, ankles locking elegantly as her custom lingerie hugged her curves perfectly.

And what a delight it was to watch and feel, the connected strings making her slight sashaying shifts rub her panties against her slit, such efficient titillation as she kept her moans controlled. It was like she had custom ordered a lover to pleasure her utterly and at no cost to herself, meaty claps of thigh meat rippling up and down, her nipples stiffening from agitation as the stuck bits of dress latched over them in sufficiently translucent offshoots.

There was plenty of slack above, but the cross sectioned cups were buzzing marvelously against her nips as small and inert as penny stocks, though with the right guidance she knew her investments would swell soon enough. Speaking of entertainment, it seemed with her vessel’s initial collapse, she had been quite forgotten, a vastly entertaining display of her lessers squabbling over their meager identities, her stomach filled with butterflies as her waist finished diverting its funds lower. Honestly with the kinds of screaming and moaning coming from the other two it was a lot easier to moan herself, knowing such self indulgence would be purely for herself as she watched the lesser offshoots destroy themselves over chump change.

“Ugh what the hell?!”

Draveni had been enjoying the show a bit too closely, unaware he had voluntarily entered the splash zone when Draven burst. Wads of glowing cum splattered over him, his own masturbation halted as the fluids spread and squeezed, awkward constriction spreading over his torso as his muscles were caged in stiff cotton and wool, more dampness spreading as the far too small dress shirt that formed squashed a thin bra against his pecs, the pads fully swallowing his nips as they buzzed and gently fondled them.

“God dammit you got all your… what the hell is this? Ugh it’s rubbing all over it’s… wait a Tokyo Tech uniform?!”

Drovena was too busy squirting out his body mass to respond or even take in Draveni’s whining as he inspected the forming uniform. It was some high quality stuff, though way too tight, but his fandom was winning over the discomfort, probably helped by the way the fabrics were doing the stroking for him.

“Mmgh w-wow these th-hiiings are cuhhhmfy.”

The open collar was leaving his throat spared for now, if hairless as the swipe of cloth polished away his body hair, spreading the asian hue paling away his complexion as his already hard cock sprung up even harder. At least it tried to, a few more splurts from the increasingly feminine Drovena splashing onto him again, his subconscious already tweaked to flare up easier as the anger recentered his focus on the squirming pliable clone. Like a twin sister, or family, the latter growing less and less fond in his mind by the second.

He took a few steps, unaware of how heavy he was breathing as cum knitted over his cock, squeezing it, taking over for his hands as it stroked his shaft while squeezing it down. Nothing too strong, but enough to keep him just a few stages from the edge as his capacity for pleasure was growing. There was this urge to prove himself as the best him, not enough to be unchanged but to dominate his kouhai as the buzzing school uniform groped and molded him, the sleeves getting looser, slight tweaks of muscle spasms working themselves out as the pads of the bra pulled at his nipples mechanically. There was only one loose area in the uniform and the slivers were slowly puffing out his pertening mosquito bites.

Every moment he watched was an uptick in the full body buzz, precum dribbling down and mixing with the solidifying outfit, shimmery leggings forming skintight over his muscles, the bottom of the uniform flaring out into a skirt. The other him was just so helpless, all that muscle visibly deflating, Nobara’s features taking over as even his moans hitched upwards into a perfect copy like he was watching an adult animation with the real voice actress.

Of course he wasn’t coming empty handed, the hammer in his grip, his palm cupping something he could barely interact with, a few shimmery, thin nails that looked like they’d pop out of existence any second. With all that screeching and moaning it was almost disappointing to see his cock clearly outlined against the loose pantyhose. His was already folded between his thighs, awkwardly spreading his balls yet the discomfort was worth the constant buzz and stroking swallowing it, matching panties dampening as he decided to help his weaker self give in to his sexier form. There only needed to be one Draeni and she’d prove herself amply…

“Hey Nobara.”

Drovena shuddered, getting the first true feeling of his mind at odds, something so enticingly right about being called that as he swore he felt his balls sink a little at the name. He had just barely come down from the euphoria trying to overwhelm him and already the throbbing was returning as he looked up to see a flat Maki glaring down.

“Nngh dohhn’t cahhll me that Draven just h-help me get the freaking-”

“You mean this?”

Drovena groaned as the doll was held up by the hair, his own body pulled to its feet as his bangs painfully extended in tandem.

“What the fUHHck man we dohhn’t have time for this! We gotta act now or we’re f-UHHHNGHKED?!”

Draeni scraped the tip of a nail against the doll’s back, leaving the others on one of the couch’s upper creases as he bobbed it in and out as if he was about to make a stitch. Even the slightest press was enough to make his increasingly less identical twin moan on command, sweat beading down Nobara’s lewd features as he slowly tapped it in.

“AHHHNGH AHH FUUUCK YOU AHHHSSHOOLE STAHHHP OHHH FUCK IT’S GROOOWIIING!”

The buttons of his jacket went flying as his hands tore it open, giving Draeni the show he wanted as the sweat slickened dress shirt was nearly see through, the indent of Drovena’s nipple widening with every tap of the hammer, its deepening blush of pink rubbing the widening disc as the tip distended as if the nail really was poking just out of sight.

“I can see that Nobara.”

He didn’t even use the hammer, pressing a finger on the head of the nail and rolling it in circles, entranced by the shifting bulge as Drovena’s right pec rose before his eyes.

Drovana was losing it, the sensation of the penetrating nail doing something to his mind, the sensitized nipple growing as tender as his cock as it began to swirl and stir up his entire pec. It was opening up some kind of channel, his internally stabbed nipple like some kind of leech sucking on the shredded muscle and fat as his cock leaked, unable to hold back his lust just leak it. His shoulders shimmied, the pain of his pulled hair and the bliss of the surging tit adding to his thrashing as it thrashed inside the dress shirt, lopsidedly growing as it surged past a and b cup, Drovana getting to feel the moment it grew heavy enough to sag as the pleasure radiated outwards.

“You look a bit lopsided but here, I’ll help even you out.”

Fear and confusion filled his eyes, that look turning Draeni on even more, feeling so powerful as he played with his toy, rolling his shoulders back as the bones clicked into place. Muscles were condensing, the squeeze of the women’s uniform easing him into femininity as his own nipples stiffened inside their padded cups. He was getting stronger, but it was hidden under a smooth exterior, fibers knitting stronger as they gripped and shifted the skeleton beneath in the deepest of tissue massages imaginable.

He didn’t even realize the sensual body rolls he was doing, a need to thrust as the pleasure wormed its way upwards, sides creaking as small squirts of fat rumbled beneath his nipples. All the clothing did was reward his domination, swirling his nipples, stroking his cock, rubbing his skin clean of imperfection as he leaned back, a near orgasmic pop slotting a vertebrae deeper as he grabbed another nail.

“WAI W-HAAAAIT WHYYY AHHHRE YOU UHHHHNGH AHHH FUUUUUCK NAHHHT AGYAAAA~!”

Of course the lesser him was trying to resist but it was clear how good it felt as his remaining nipple swelled with a simple prick, fluids dribbling down his thighs as his suspended legs kicked with need. He was trying to say something but it was too fun to force an interruption, Draeki thrusting the nail deeper, unconcerned with what the soon to be Nobara had to say till she had given into the changes as her precious kouhai.

It didn’t take long for Nobara’s tits to strain his top, his hands clutching his core as Draeki could only imagine what he must be feeling, his balls visibly deflating like the muscle before.

“Wh-Wh-hyyyy~?”

Oh fuck seeing himself plead like this was really getting him going, his free hand twitching, an urge to rub himself building as he started tracing his navel, panting as the uniform continued to squeeze, more pops echoing out, his cock leaking as he traced a line up to his throbbing cones.

“Because we’re bohhth luhhhving it. We ohhhnly need one M-ahhh~ I m-mean Dr-haaavEHHHNGH!”

It crested, Draeki fondling his tits as they swelled, grunting as he finally came the cum slathering his cock as his thighs squeaked ether. The power was surging, one release not nearly enough for how pent up he felt, thumb and pinky rubbing his chest as his thighs primed his cock for another round.

“Becah-haaause it’s so haaawt watching you give ih- ihh- IHHHHHNGH!”

There was a meaty burst as Draki’s tits surged out, his hips pumping repeatedly as he savored the pitiful reaction from the soon to be former him. Fuck he was almost jealous from how good it sounded, almost like he could feel the heft, imagine how good it would feel as his hands slowly raised, his body leaning back as his core and tits were fondled roughly into their proper shape.

This was bad, Drovana utterly helpless as her changing twin continued to swirl the nails, tapping and teasing as he could do little but react, grunting as his balls were starting to worm inside, the thrusts faint at first, but getting more insistent, like two gelatinous marbles trying to slip through a crack. Flashes of memory played whenever he came, living in a small town, Nobara’s childhood, zaps of his identity overwritten as if they were being sucked into his tits or squirted down his thighs. And he was looooving it…

That’s what really spurred on the panic, that part of him that wanted to give in growing with every submissive moan, Dovana cursing his own switch tendencies as his felt like it was being taped down to submissive. At this point he didn’t care if he couldn’t turn all the way back, he just wanted to keep his mind and his masculinity if he could, the inwards thrusts starting to wind him as he tried to get out a warning.

His head felt crowded, his chest tight, the teasing feeling endless as his pec swelled and jiggled, both flopping about till finally it stopped, his feet hidden from view by the massive mounds perked and straining at his top button, real tits feeling better than he had ever imagined writing about and she really needed to buy one of those trendy bras now that she was a city-*

“Shit Sh-hiiiit no what the fuck are you doooing? Don’t you realize y-OOOH OOoohou’ve been turning into Maaahki too?”

He was worried his other self was too far gone but the news came as a genuine surprise, panic following once he became aware of his own tits, as if a veil had lifted as he suddenly reached for his glasses. For a moment he thought maybe it wasn’t too late, only for Draki’s thighs to suddenly clamp together, the doll falling from her grasp and hitting the floor as Dovana wondered what kind of weird prank had Gojo pulled on them this time?

Mei Mei couldn’t help but feel her own yearning for her girls, feeling herself up the best she could with such dull pecs to work with, feeling the muscle gradually dislodging itself. Some takeovers required lots of ground work and setup but this was just a matter of lust and time, two things she had plenty of as the laggards fought against the inevitable. Ah youth, what a fun easy going… hang on a second.

Given the kinds of changes and her own trigger, Mei Mei looked down at the hanging tie, smirking as she fiddled with the not, her collar growing stiffer as the simple dress writhed. She had a vision in mind, focusing her cursed energy into the remnant of her earlier years, the baggy clothing vacuum sealing to her curves as she gave a pleased sigh. Soon it was splitting, the baggy middle folding itself inwards, the top starching itself into firm folds  as she resumed her fondling only after a slightly tight dress shirt tucked itself into the flowing uniformed bottoms of Jujutsu Tech.

“Ohhh~ how rejuuuvenating I’m t-huuurning back the clock!”

She could feel it, skin tightening, a bit of her ample curve lost as the finer lines flattened out, a few years of usage undoing themselves as her pussy firmed in ways that felt like five vibrators stuck deep inside. It was nirvana, everything perking up, her chest not losing out as her circling tugs bore fruit as they worked themselves up. First blueberries, strawberries, then oranges. Soon she was handling them like an old woman at a grocery store, checking the firmness, the ripe heft and elasticity, grunting as she came from her own inspection, two firm melons half swallowing the tie, Mei Mei never so thankful for a uniform as she was then.

From there it was nothing all that noteworthy, though obviously her visage had to be made right, though the changes had done plenty good on their own that she was fine pumping in cursed energy and speeding things along. She had had her grand climax a while ago and now it seemed the other two were approaching theirs, such opportunities brimming with potential for advantage.

There was a bit of discomfort, Mei Mei forced to work her jaw as the bones popped, running her tongue like gloss around her lips as she urged them to thicken. It wasn’t exactly sexy stretching her features, raising her eyebrows so that her eye sockets could shift, tears running into mascara as her forehead scrunched in. She supposed this is why the other two were using the pleasure to mask the simpler changes, but there was a satisfying feel to removing the last bits of her previous self.

Stroking her own hair longer, squeezing her cheeks as a hint of baby fat returned, that indescribable squeeze of her brain as her skull finished shifting, Mei Mei gasping as the changes ran their course. Her thumbs traced the lack of crow’s feet, the plumpness of a cheek, her lips feeling thicker than ever as she gleamed with youth. Not enough to become a minor since she had documents she’d need to legally obtain as an adult, but a solid decade turned back was an incredible haul. All that was left was a choice for her as she approached the remaining two. Which one would beg for help first and how much would they pay?

“Shit shit shit no this isn’t happening this isn’t-“

He was changing, Draki realizing there had to be a mental component as a quick internal review had him notice the only last name he could remember for himself was Zenin and he had somehow been fondling himself obliviously without realizing. Was it that shit Nobara had come out? God dammit why did he get so close to her, or maybe it was the glasses? There was no time to think, just act, one hand undoing the buttons of his uniform while he shimmied off the skirt, the other grabbing his glasses and-

Oh finally caught on huh?

A shock ran down his arms, the glasses firmly stuck to his face, intense pressure building inside his skull as his thighs clapped or at least tried to, their still male forms making it hurt. Wait didn’t the Nobara one know about this kind of stuff? Maybe he could-

What a hypocrite. I thought you loved bullying. Really got your rocks off before, so shouldn’t you be excited? Here, didn’t you want to see my body?

It was Maki’s voice, Draki grunting as he tried to wrestle back control, but he barely budged an inch, just a slight tremor as she began stripping them down to their undies. Other than the slight bulge in his throat, from the waist up he was her entirely, one hand giving his breasts a feel as his cock tried to straighten.

SMACK

“UHHNGH Uhhhn~?”

Without warning his ass was spanked, all of Maki’s strength slapping into his ass cheeks as the muscle instantly liquified, pain erupting into bliss as cum splattered out, a second smack making his remaining cheek rise as the toned, succulent fat jiggled up and down maddeningly.  He slammed against the couch, hearing Nobara screech but he was utterly helpless under Maki’s assault, groaning as her hands rubbed lower.

“Pl-heeease I’m nahht supposed to ch-haaange I’m the real Drahhhki?”

She was digging into his thighs, the pressure on his cock mounting, yet it was utter heaven as his grinding legs plumpened up. Plush, pillowy flesh was swaddling his cock, half thigh job, half thigh crush, steely muscles hiding beneath it all, giving a firmness that made the rubbing of his thighs all the more arousing.

Aww, did you show mercy to the other you when he asked?

With so much extra girth the next squeeze sent him howling, pain and pleasure combined, his cock tight as it rubbed against the edge of his ass, her thighs refusing to let up as it stemmed his releases, hot fluids sloshing inside his pent up cock as he swore he could feel the heat rebounding and pooling in his legs.

“Ahh ahhhm sahhhry I AHHHNGH GAAAAWD~!”

There was a shrill whine to his moans, Maki squeezing tighter as he convulsed, the pressure worming into his cock, his tip throbbing as the clamped urethra was melding shut, his shaft shuddering as her calculated thigh shifts shoved the tip in with a rubbery pop. Draki had to hold on, impossible pleasures swirling within, each swipe shunting it deeper inside, his cock penetrating itself, his turn to howl like an animal as it was wormed inside, centimeter by centimeter, the loose sheaf taut from the inwards thrusts as flashes of the manga became real memories, so many thoughts of Maki, reading Maki, jerking to Maki, being-

POP

The moment Draki dropped the doll Dovana found herself pressed to the floor, his already strained cock erupting once more as his tits squashed against the carpet, his sack half recessed as he could feel the internal crack widening with a lewd crunch. He was forced to crawl on his knees and shoulders, his eyes scanning for the doll, its form crumpled with its legs bent, laying flat on its back as Dovana realized it was now or never-

THMMP

SNICK

It all happened so fast, Draki bumping against the couch as he struggled with his clothes, one of the nails tottering off and stabbing at an angle right between the voodoo doll’s thighs.

SPLMMMPLLSSHH~!

“OHH FU-HUUUHHNGH AHHH AHH YESSSS~!”

There wasn't even time for resistance, his left testicle crumpling, thrusting inside like a nail through drywall as it twisted to the other side, blasting against his right pelvis as his tubes wrapped and strangled his g spot. Five orgasms triggered as his prostate shifted, half of it spreading into a womb as his masculinity burst, half a lifetime’s worth of cum splashing inside his right ass cheek, the spent testicle drilling into his pelvis as his ass swelled into a half peach.

Dovara was left dazed, groaning as even the stuff leaking out her cock was losing viscosity, a slick wetness pervading his stiffness, like the hardness was melting internally, desires for fashion and makeup and city living swirling as an ovary began pumping away estrogen. It was in this molten girly haze that he saw Daki still struggling, a few more thrashes shaking another nail loose as time slowed. Dovara had recovered far too late, the thin cursed tool spinning in the air, honing into the perfect angle needed as he tensed up, hoping he’d manage to hold-

SNICK

“YES YESSS OH FUUUUCK YESSSS~!”

His life flashed before his eyes, blurry overlayed images, male and female, the pleasure so strong it was like he was going to melt and die. In popped his testicle, ramming inside his womb before carving out the other half of it, bursting as it knocked his left pelvis convex. It was somehow overwhelming and utterly unsatisfying, Novara’s cock unloading watery load after load till every last sperm had either ejected, or swelled into fat as he grabbed his swollen peach of an ass. Fuuuuck why was it so big? Why was he so hot? What the fuck was twitching between her thighs like thaaaaht? No that was something Nobara would think, but she was Nobara wasn’t she?

Daki couldn’t speak, her teeth grinding, eyes streaming tears as her cock was utterly crushed, the desperate bobbing of it rejected by Maki’s thighs as it pulled deeper and deeper before drilling in. They both fell to their knees the moment it popped, Daki’s eyes twitching as she could feel the memories trying to crush away her identity as wave after wave crashed through her entire body, even her voice finally cracking into Maki’s gruff alto as she felt truly and utterly fucked.

“Ahaaa~ uhhhngh oh ohhh fuck I caaahn’t I MMMGHN!”

Fuck she was really a fucking chick, HER pussy glistening, HER labia puffy and tender, and worst of all she had lost it before Nobara, his cock on full display as he shook his ass like an animal in heat, Daki panting herself as she tried to resist the crushing pressure in her head.

“UHHHNGH JU-HUUUST GIVE IN!”

Her voice was lost, but she was still there, refusing to give in. Even without her cock she’d still be herself if she could hold out, temples throbbing as Maki struggled to will away her stubborn host.

“Oh my, do you need some help?”

Maki groaned, not wanting to owe the money sociopath any favors, spitting through grit teeth, “I can handle this on my own.”

“Are you sure? This doesn’t seem like a problem you can beat with just physical strength, though I suppose there is the one thing you could do, but ah yes, you’re more vain than I thought. I can understand not wanting to lose a look you’re fond of.”

“I’m not! NNGH I know this wimp couldn’t take it so it just GAHH OH SCREW IT JUST FUCK OFF MEI MEI!”

There was a vague sense at what the two were getting at but Daki couldn’t spare a thought beyond resisting, the flexing of Maki’s temples finally lessening. Daki cheered, thinking he had won, even his voice returning as he felt relieved he hadn’t been subsumed. Though… was it just him or was it getting hotter?

Sweat beaded, stinging his eyes, trickling down his crevices, a dangling ballsack and stocky calves the last physical remnants, the room starting to glow. No… wait… the room wasn’t glowing, it was him. The green cursed energy that had surrounded him was getting wilder, each surge in brightness increasing the heat, horror filling him as he realized what she was about to-

FWOOOSH

“GYAAAAAAA~!”

He burst into flames, the heat searing, no amount of rolling stopping the flames from making him fit her second look as his brain began to boil. It hurt to curse, it hurt to breathe, his clothing crackling to ash as the pain felt maddening. He couldn’t take this but she could.

At some point the pain broke past some bizarre barrier, the heat feeling good as steam escaped from her ears, her tits grinding against the ground as her wilting ball sack melted into a hissing puddle of liquids, just a gaping slit left as she began to thrust. Fuuuuck she was so weak, so pathetic, and Maki was so strong, her mind teetering on the edge of giving in when her fingers suddenly thrust up her slit.

“YESSSSSS~!”

The last of Daki erupted out in a tremendous squirt from her pussy, Maki gasping as the flames sizzled out from her own release, the last bits of blockiness charred down to her familiar curvy calves, the satisfied sorcerer imagining Yuta as she made sure to finger fuck any last holdouts. Her skin was now scarred all over, but it added a mature sexiness to her presence that she didn’t mind, though she still felt annoyed she had to go that far just for this. Oh well, it’s not like he was around any more to gloat and god did she feel fucking amazing.

“Well then it seems like you’re the last holdout Nobara. You seem like you want something.”

Novara felt lost, clashing memories swirling, his cock feeling wrong she didn’t have a- H-He needed help, he desperately needed his-

“Dahhhll! Please UHHNGH ah ahh it’s t-twitching!”

Mei Mei smirked, calmly walking towards the pincushioned doll, grabbing it by the shirt though with all the nails piercing through the whole fabric tore apart leaving a squirming Novara half naked, a soaked jacket plastered over her bare nipples. At least she could stand again, though not entirely by her own will, Mei Mei standing the doll up as she eyed the rest of Nobara’s tools nearby.

“Ah I see you accidentally caught yourself in your own technique. Wouldn’t want your friends to hear about this would you?”

Oh shit Gojo and Yuji would give her shit for the rest of h- he didn’t care what they thought! God he just needed this nail pounded in and then she could think. Before he knew it he was peeling off his pantyhose, his palm pressing on the tip, unsure if he should grab it or push it in. Mei Mei simply watched, her plastered smile growing more smug.

“Ah yes, I see you really are in quite the bind. You want to be normal again, yes?”

Novara nodded, both halves liking the sound of that, their teeth grinding as the tip of their cock throbbed crimson.

“And you understand you’ll have to do anything I ask after this, yes? Since this is such a life or death situation, I must ask for equivalent payment.”

More desperate nodding, animalistic grunts accompanying their confused palming of their junk as Mei Mei giggled. Ah, decisions. A guide for this current world did sound nice, but there was a lot more value in Nobara’s abilities than some easily replaceable fool. After all she had scanned his limited faculties when she had taken over and there wasn’t much to speak of. And so Novara’s fate was sealed with a misunderstanding, his body slammed against a wall.

“Hold still Nobara, I’ll try my best to be gentle…”

He felt the nail slide up his urethra, loud gasps following as he realized what was happening that nail ready to be hammered-

Tap Tap Tap

Mei Mei was gripping the hammer gingerly, taking her time as she inserted and pounded at the upthrust nail, Novara gasping as it slid deeper, his cock widening, everything sparking the moment she felt the head squash whatever the hell this cock oh fuck his cock was pounding in!

Tap Tap Tap

It didn’t matter how much he begged, how loud he screamed or the desperate squeals for more, Mei Mei simply did her job, enjoying the sight of her new charge’s brow furrowing, eyes squeezed shut only to pop open as she watched his pupils dilate. It was the release they’d been waiting for, both feeling it, both craving it, Novara drooling as she forgot what she was trying to hold onto, all of it feeling so faint as she was filled and spread open by the sinking nail, each tap driving it in deeper, harder, her hands jerking it till she wondered what the fuck she was doing. It’s not like she had a-

Tap Tap Tap Tap T-

PLLP

“UHHHHHNGH AHH AHHHH Ahhh ahhh… … Huh? What was I doing? I feel really good…”

It simply went in, Mei Mei not stopping till an exhausted Nobara slumped back, revealing a finished pussy overflowing from stimulation, the last of them finally converted as she scratched her head wondering why her thoughts were so murky and her pussy so wet.

“I was saying you’d make a perfect model for the big city Nobara. And you need another job on top of being a sorcerer, don’t you?”

Nobara perked up at the compliment, like putty in Mei Mei’s hands as she began outlining a plan to make plenty of money for both of them. Maki for her part sighed, no Zenin clan in this world as far as she knew so she was happy, scams still a thing so Mei Mei was happy and it seemed like Nobara was quickly getting suckered into the idea of something lewd.

Maki would normally scoff or interrupt, but honestly after crushing some guy's identity to mush, it was hard to judge anyone, and lounging about naked like this with the two of them did feel pretty nice. Maybe if she modeled she could find a good Yuta cosplayer too.

“Hey Maki y’hear that? Mei Mei’s saying I could be a star hehe. Knew I was a stunner! That’s- OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU?!”

Well it seemed like more of her memories were returning, a lot of adjusting needed for all of them. As she got up and surveyed the shreds of ripped clothing, the puddles of cum, sweat and other fluids, all Maki could think was, “Wow. So that’s what happens when you break a binding vow.”