Changing Hearts (Xion TG)

Harry groaned, sighting as he looked down at his list of tasks and wishing he could do almost anything else. He had a rare day off work and as such had a ton of things he needed to get around to, but today he found he just couldn't feel it at all. Even playing games didn't seem to raise his spirits much, mainly due to bullshit RNG in Mario Party and Mario Kart.

It wasn't like his apartment block had many interesting things going on in the first place; even if everyone else was doing stuff it wasn't like he would know any better with how good the soundproofing was. Granted there was an oddity involving that earlier, some faint cries and slamming from the room above his, which was strange considering how quiet it normally was...

While he was thinking to himself, he didn't notice drops of goo falling from the ceiling and splashing onto his coat, instead getting to his feet and thinking aloud, oblivious to the changes washing over it.

"Maybe a walk will help clear my head..."

Still lost in thought, he absentmindedly went to grab hold of his coat, surprised at how soft and flawless it felt against his fingers as he wondered where he should go. There was this nice park that was fun to walk around pretty close, or maybe some window shopping? That retro game store nearby could have stocked some games he needed too!

He’d been rebuilding his collection after stupidly trading some old games when he was a kid and had made great progress since setting out of his goal a year ago. Harry only had a few left now, like that old Kingdom Hearts DS game he played for a little bit; he barely understood what was going on in it, but he had played a good chunk of it, although he’d have been lying if he said it wasn’t because of the cute black-haired girl who had featured in it.

Her name was Xion, and he had found her utterly adorable, the girl serving as one of his first fictional crushes as he sighed and recalled her happily. What he didn’t know was his thoughts were influencing the goo, causing his coat to change in an instant to reflect the desires he had unknowingly infected it with.

"Huh this coat feels great today, didn't think it would be so sof... WHAT?" He blinked, finally noticing the fact that the fabric wasn't just softer, but had gone from a light blue to jet black, not just covering his body but trailing down near his legs too as it appeared to be more like a hoodie or a cloak than anything. It was also clear it was far smaller than it should be, the man grunting as behind the softness he found a crushing tightness that only grew stronger by the second, which he had to be imagining... right? There was no way it could be real! But right as he thought that, he felt a tightening of the fabric, followed by a deafening- 

CRUSH

"KYAH~!?!??" He lunged forward, hugging himself as the coat crushed down upon his body, his eyes spinning from the impact as he gave laboured, desperate breaths of effort. His eyes watered, his fists clenched as he wobbled and moaned, something about the process feeling strangely pleasant, bordering on pleasurable. Already his cock was hardening, his eyes watering as he gasped and spasmed in overwhelming bliss, the feelings alone making it almost impossible to focus on what was actually happening with the clothing.

The wet black coat was leaking thick goo all over him, his clothes decaying and melting until he was left in nothing but the coat. The exceptions were the forming boots and gloves, both tightly hugging his hands and feet just as tightly as the coat, perhaps even harder. They oozed over his appendages, locking them into place, tightening their soft grip hard over him. The feeling was so nice it made it hard for him to think, his thoughts fuzzing as he looked down on himself, something about the clothes stirring his memory.

It was with a start that he realized why the coat had seemed familiar; it was Xion's outfit! Something about it had been nagging away at the back of his mind as soon as he saw it, but how had it replaced his old coat, and what was happening at all?!

The worst part was that he was getting hard from it, gasping and shuddering as the pleasurable tightening steadily grew worse, his hands and feet CRUSHING as they were compressed by the gloves and boots, Harry swearing that they actually had become smaller, which was insane... right? But the more he focused on it, the more true it felt, his nerves growing to a point of overwhelming him from the sheer impossibility of the sight of such tiny, small hands attached to his bulky limbs. That wasn’t going to stay for long though, a desperate, shuddering squeak slipping free as they began to compress.

Despite his doubt, the more seconds that passed the more obvious it was that something had shifted, the man gasping in desperation as he continued to look down at his shaking, tiny hands.

"W-what's- what's- HAPPEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH~!!!!!!!!" he squealed, thrashing as the clothes finally grew too strong for his body to resist, brutally crushing his body and forcing it to cave into its demands. He didn’t want to admit the fact that part of him was enjoying these changes so much, his mind starting to lose it from the sheer amount of such ungodly pleasure.

“OH GOD THIS FEELS SO WEIRD BUT SO GOOD AND NICE AND- MMMMMMMM~!!!!!!!” Another moan slipped free as he slammed into the wall behind him, cumming for the first of many times from the eruption of wild bliss. His ribs were shattered and reformed, his shoulders forced down into slimmer foundations as his back broke into a clear, feminine arch. The impossibility of it all was how it felt so damn amazing, Harry gasping as he frantically fought to throw the coat off him.

It was too late now though. The coat that was clinging to him was far too tight for his hands to properly remove, the force changing him punishing him for the action as he was hit with blow after blow of crushing pressure, his height taking the biggest beating of all of him as he was brought down to size.

Blow after blow brought his height down to greater lows, his eyes rolling into his head as he gurgled happily, strange sights flashing before his eyes. Twilight Town, the organisation, R-Roxasssssssss~. Not just low-poly 3D models, but right in front of him as if h- she was really there!

“But I’m not a GAHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!!!” He kicked wildly, his gut feeling as if it had been punched with pure bliss, bubbles of feminine delight bursting in his brain nonstop as he felt himself grow lost in the daze. It felt so weird yet so good, the worst part being that he was wanting more by the second as his feet crunched down further within the comfy black boots.

“MY BRAIN, SOMETHING’S IN MY- TRYING TO- OH FUCK I- HAHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!” he wailed as more memories guided the way towards his new self, rational thought a concept that was swiftly being thrown out of the window. They were so tempting, eating away at the edges of his identity, everything that made him who he was starting to decay even as he fought to hold on.

Harry squealed as his hips burst outwards, his skeleton remoulded to fit the blueprint of his first crush sealed in his rotting mind. He struggled to stay focused, his attention wavering as he wished for this all to end, even while his hands ran down his wide, womanly hips. He couldn’t help but indulge in these new feminine instincts even as the old him protested. The new her was finding this form increasingly pleasing, delighted gurgles slipping free from his lips with each touch of his flawless, smooth flesh.

The thoughts were still pounding against his brain and forcing their way into his subconscious, disrupting his thoughts as the sides of his shrinking stomach dipped into graceful, petite curves. The coat hugged them perfectly, only enhancing the thoughts that found the outfit perfectly normal to wear.

Even as he tried to reject them they kept circling around his mind like hungry sharks, desperate to consume the old him that was fading. He moaned, clenching his thighs, cumming for the first of many times as he felt them inflate and expand with thick, plush, womanly mass, feeling the mental sharks pounce and dig their hungry teeth into his grey matter, injecting his brain full of pure Xion.

It was all happening too fast to fight properly, a dazed grin forming on his face as his eyes  were consumed with spirals, cementing the forming woman deeper into his conflicted, malleable mind. He tried to resist of course, but the fantastical was becoming commonplace, all the memories of wonderful, exciting worlds making the old him even more boring by comparison. Organisation Thirteen, Twilight Town! All his friends and fantastical worlds of princesses and all sorts of creatures! All of it was spreading out before his eyes, calling for him to just give in!

“I-I… ahhhhhhhh mmmmmmmm~. I’m a… oh lordddddddddd kyahhhhhhhh~!!!!!!” was all he could get out before his thighs burst out once more, the femininity infectious as he rose off the ground from the mass being pumped into his rear. The fatter his behind got the higher the pleasure rose to match, driving him crazy with built-up lust.

He flipped over, grinding his erect member into the ground and groaning as he came hard, eyes spinning as they settled into new colours. His hair was already short and black, his face shifting and morphing into petite cuteness that matched his slimming, compact form, all while his brain was bombarded with images of the new her. All of it was replacing him, and as much as he knew that was a bad thing, an increasingly growing part of him was very much enjoying it, the idea going against every self-preservation instinct in his body.

This time he had choice but to accept them, clenching his head tight as they forced and wriggled into his brain, his love for Xion, for herself, only speeding up their consumption of him. He gurgled and shuddered as his cutsifying face was washed over with bliss, feeling himself fade as his breasts surged free, perky yet still noticeably bouncy as she smiled at her own formation. 

“Xionnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn~!!!!!!!!!! I’m- I’m Xion! Xion is Xion~! Xion is Xion is- OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSS~!!!!!!!!!! I’M XIONNNNN~! XION FOREVERRRRRRRRR~! ALWAYS XION~!”

She was particularly celebrating the death of her masculinity when her attention was at last drawn to her cock. It was a simple matter to take care of it, a tight SMUSHING of her thighs enough to start mounting the pressure, her black panties forming from the goo to do the work as they pressed and pushed with unbearable force.

There was no stopping it, and she was happy to let it go, a desperate, blubbering scream the only reaction she could give as each chunk slipped away from her. The thrusts inwards steadily built in intensity, each one acting as another nail in his former identity’s coffin as his mind was torn to pieces by raw bliss. He crumbled under the pressure of Xion, day after day of her life tearing his own asunder until it was the only set of memories left in her brain. She adored the feeling of it all rushing in, not only overwhelming but utterly replacing the old identity.

Even the idea of another person's mind, especially a boy’s, seemed more alien by the second, the concept vanishing more and more with every moment that passed, fading like a dream as nothing but pure Xion was left in her mind.

With that, there was nothing anchoring her manhood to this world, the girl screaming in delight as it collapsed. She came for the first time as a woman, her eyes spinning as she came back into existence with an explosion of bliss, an existence that was unburdened by any trace of the former man who had once owned her body.

She blinked in a daze, slumping forward onto her knees as she shuddered happily, her eyelids heavy as she smiled in contentment. All the while she settled into her new mind, so comfy and happy with her new body that she soon forgot it wasn’t hers from the start, such a concept coming off as utterly absurd to the new woman.

By the time she had fully recovered, Xion found herself somewhere she had never seen before. The blue sky outside meant it couldn't be Twilight Town, and this hardly looked like an Organisation base…

But before she could ponder things further, she became aware of some strange noises coming from outside, some squishy, goopy sounds mixed with… moaning? She shook her head, writing it off as her ears playing tricks on her. With her focus restored she had a quick survey of the area, only to find something that made things even more confusing.

It was a poster, a poster with her on it! Her, Roxas and a bunch of other people she knew! It was labelled Kingdom Hearts too… just what was going on here? Had someone drawn this after observing her in the shadows? She had to figure out what was going on!

With that she set off in determination, intent on finding answers, only for everything to make even less sense. All over this building she kept running into a slew of other girls, most equally as confused as her, some even admitting to be very horny, a fact Xion silently agreed with, not that she’d ever share it…

Some meanwhile said some nonsense about them being different guys or girls before? She dismissed them obviously; that was total nonsense! She simply kept searching, the girl determined to figure out how she had come into this world, having no idea she had dismissed the truth that was laid before her all along…