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Not being so big on anime conventions, Josh thought he would never find himself
at one. However, his good buddy Tristan was always insisting they go to one.
Their interest in anime-related media was shared, but Josh wasn’t too keen on
being so public about it. That was until Tristan got tickets to a local convention for
free, a convention that happened to be a big deal. With this being a
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Josh found it hard to say no, especially with free
tickets.
“Holy! This is huge!” Tristan says in disbelief at how big one of the several
shopping and merchandise areas is. They’ve already been through a few smaller
ones, as well as other events at the con, but it’s hard to believe they’ve missed
out on something like this for so long. Having spent around three hours at the
con, Josh is finally starting to open up to it. Seeing everyone around him being
just as passionate, if not more, about anime than he is takes a weight off his
shoulders.
“Yeah, wowie,” Josh replies, sounding at least vaguely interested in what’s going
on now. With so much cool stuff on display, it only takes him a few minutes to
wander away from his buddy to a stand focused on cosplay and accessories
from Genshin. Naturally, his attention is caught by Xilonen’s necklace, at a
reasonable price for its quality. The whole cosplay wouldn’t fit for obvious
reasons, and since the necklace isn’t too obvious, it’s a good choice for a low-key
guy like himself.
He takes the necklace off the display and brings it up to the cashier, taps his
card, and awaits the cashier to ask if he would like a bag for his purchase. “Feel
free to proceed to the changing booth. It’s right around the corner, at the back of
this stall.” The cashier instructs. A changing booth, for a necklace?
“Why… do I have to?” Josh stutters awkwardly.
“Did you have some other reason for buying it? This is a pretty specific product
you’re purchasing at a very specific vendor.” The cashier insists, vaguely hinting
at the unusual nature of this cosplay shop.
“Sure, I guess. I’ll go do that then.” Josh relents, allowing the cashier to bring the
necklace to the booth as he heads there himself. He enters the booth to see the
necklace presented to him inside. Why this needs to be done, who knows? If this
is all it takes to get such a good deal, then it is what it is.
He takes the necklace and puts it on, not sure what to expect. Why would he
need a room for this? Is someone supposed to tell him he’s good to go? Can he
just leave now? Based on how there’s a faintly glowing red light in the room, it
would appear he’s not done yet. Unsure of what exactly the booth wants him to
do, he waits for something to happen.
“Why is it… kinda itchy.” Josh mutters to himself as he scratches around his
neck, the origin of what is to come. He keeps scratching the itch, but it keeps
coming back. A simple distraction for the simplest of the changes to his body. He
doesn’t even notice the faint tingles of his skin softening, tanning, and losing its
coarse and rough hairs in exchange for barely perceivable feminine ones.
The hair on top of his head comes next, growing in explosive fashion as his
relatively short cut bursts into long blonde locks. “The heck?” He sputters,
holding a tuft of his silky blonde hair in his hand, it’s darker tone contrasting
against how brightly blonde his hair is. “What kinda necklace does this?”
His skin tone being different is hard to notice under the dim lighting. The only
noticeable effect it has is making his blonde hair look even brighter. Josh’s
quizzical situation becomes even more vexing as he feels two simultaneous
sensations that he certainly shouldn’t. One being a sharp pressure right at the
bottom of his spine, and the other being his shorts and undergarments
transforming around his body into something else entirely. Something equally as
recognizable as the necklace.
Josh is inclined to push his butt out to try to relieve the pressure while he
watches his shorts transform in to Xilonen’s recognizable super short jeans. They
come with the gap for his growing tail, studded belt, and everything else. An
exact replica of her attire. “They’re really making me do the whole cosplay.” Josh
says to himself, not too worried about what’s going on with just superficial
changes so far, except for the fact that he’s actually growing a fully functional tail
back there, with spots and all.
Right after he says that, a hazy heat covers his body. The result of his muscular
and skeletal structure preparing to shift and change just enough to give him a
feminine form to fit the cosplay. His hands and feet go first, slenderizing and
becoming daintier, while his hands are adorned with Xilonen’s eccentric jewelry
and long, claw-like nails. The changes to his arms and legs aren’t too noticeable,
just a little thinner.
The big hits are to his shoulders, waist, and hips. Said shoulders crack inwards
with an uncomfortable but somehow painless snap, while his tight squeezing
sensation around his waist is like some sort of invisible corset as the
not-so-temporary effect of slimming his waist down enough to make his modest
hips look wider than before. The contrast is only strengthened as a few more
slightly uncomfortable pops and cracks add a very valuable few inches onto his
hip width.
“This is freaky. How are you guys doing this?” Josh calls out to some microphone
in the booth he assumes is there. He knows something is up with what just
happened to his waist, hips, and shoulders, even if he doesn’t know exactly what.
The fully functional tail needs some explaining as well. Instead of a response
from the cashier or anyone else operating the shop, he receives a sudden burst
of pleasure and arousal from around his newly womanly hips.
“Ouuugmmphh~” He grunts as he leans against the wall of the booth to support
his suddenly shaky legs. His erection being constrained by the shorts makes his
situation even more sexual, the lack of room forcing his member to pop out of the
top as it grows to full mast. At the same time, some ever-so-trivial but impactful
changes are made to his face to give him the proper Xilonen look. A thinner
nose, plumper lips, a softer jawline. The only obvious change is his eyes
becoming bright, lime green.
His new face also comes with the bonus of a new voice, of course, the voice of
the woman herself. A voice that makes Josh even more aroused to hear huffing
and moaning as he feels his butt and thighs bloating up, gradually filling in his
already rather tight jeans. “T~The tail was cool. But… mghhh… changing my
body like this… I d~don’t know…” Josh hesitates. This was something he only
heard about in the stranger parts of the Genshin community, people’s fantasies of
turning into their favorite character, typically of the opposite sex. He couldn’t lie
and say it wasn’t intriguing at all, but it’s a completely different experience to feel
his own ass becoming thicker and fatter to fill in his hips and Xilonen’s shorts.
Becoming so horny out of nowhere helps with the overthinking part to some
degree, though. Feeling his ass stretch out and even start to make some rips in
the jeans is fresh and thrilling. He can’t help but get a handful of the cake that’s
baking down there. His long nails make it even more obvious how sensitive he
has become as he glides them against the thickness that fails to be hidden by his
shorts. “Mmmmffff~ I can get an entire handful of this. I always liked her curves,
but having them for yourself is so much different, so much better~” Josh coos as
he continues to indulge himself while his rear and thighs make their last few
surges of growth.
An abrupt ringing in his ears gives him brief breaks from focusing on his
developing secondary sexual characteristics. He can’t hear anything for a
moment, but he doesn’t panic. Josh places his hands on the top of his head and
feels a pair of furry nubs growing into his new ears. Within a matter of seconds,
his hearing returns, and arguably better than before. While a cool and cute
addition, the fact is that he’s still in heat, needy, knowing what’s to come.
The pangs of pleasure start to hit again, more consistently than before. He feels
that familiar sensation building up in his crotch, becoming more powerful with
every burst of bliss. The pleasure starts emanating completely from around his
hips and ass, but the focus slowly shifts up to his chest. His warm, tender,
swelling chest.
Just like with his shorts, his generic t-shirt twists and reforms into Xilonen’s much
more revealing top. All he can tell is what it feels like underneath his sweatshirt
as the sweatshirt itself is transforming to become her undersized coat that has
plenty of flair. When all is said and done, what’s underneath his sweatshirt is
exactly what he would expect of Xilonen, apart from his lackluster B-cup breasts.
“Nnnfff… I’m even getting her tits too, I know she’s not lacking up top.” Josh says
to himself in a breathy, womanly tone as he oogles at his own chest that’s
insufficiently covered by the too-large cups of his top. That issue is being
resolved, though, slowly and pleasurably. He doesn’t hesitate to start teasing his
much thicker and perkier nipples, their drastically increased sensitivity causing
the already edged Josh to cum on the spot.
He doesn’t bother with trying to control it or trying not to make a mess in the
booth. If this is what they’re all about, they must be used to it. He freely cums his
brains out and moans as much as he desires while he continues to tweak and
tease his nipples. Feeling them becoming even more sensitive and orgasmic as
his breasts swell into C and then D cups forces him to cum even harder.
No gain is without sacrifice, as every load spilled and every cup size heavier he
becomes, his manhood shrinks in return. Having already lost a majority of his
package, there’s little time left for him as a man, if he could even be considered
one at this point, as is. “Mmmhhmmm~ Godddd~ I’m getting… haaaaah~ Dizzy
from this…” Josh moans as he resorts to fondling his breasts through his top as
they have finally filled it in.
Even at their E cup size, the tenderness and pleasure from their growth doesn’t
subside. Feeling the top become tighter, he knows that they must still be getting
bigger. “Fuck… ahhhnn, so heavy~” He coos as he cups them in his hands,
marveling at their erotic weight while he cums away the last of his manhood. An
equivalent heat is born in her lower stomach, insisting she indulge in her new
body further.
Apparently, whoever was making these cosplays had something else in mind for
Xilonen. As an avid fan, Josh knows that she’s not a shirt stretcher in anything
except the fanart, not that she’s complaining, though. She has always had a thing
for her bustier renditions. Becoming one of them is even hotter, feeling her boobs
stretch her top more taut and tight by the second. As good as it feels, she knows
it’ll feel even better to let them free and have direct access to them once again.
Being a tad sweaty from her heat, it makes the reveal even more erotic and sexy
as she peels her top off her glistening skin. Slowly, sensually, taking in every
moment of how it feels to have her breasts finally freed. The best part of it all is
when the support of her top relinquishes its control over her breasts, allowing
them to hang free for the first time ever as they plop out and jiggle with minds of
their own.
While the tenderness of her growth is fading, there’s still some more to go, and
plenty more fun to be had. The last time she saw her nipples, they were much
larger than they were as a guy, but not nearly as big as they are now.
Josh-now-Xilonen is stunned at the size of them. Areolae wide, nipples erect,
and twice as thick as before. She can’t help herself, how could she?
“Hnngggg~ Ahhnnn…” Xilonen moans as she gives her nipples a gentle, careful
pinch with the fingers, careful to not get her claw-like fingernails involved. She
immediately feels it in her groin, a fire burning hotter and begging for more.
Following its wishes, she pinches a little harder than before, rolling her fingers
around her nipples and twisting a tad as well.
“Ohh… Ohhh fuuckkk~” She gasps from how unexpectedly effective her methods
are. The explosive orgasmic bliss of such small movements is beyond what she
ever could have achieved with her old body. While she continues to carefully
teeter on the edge of another orgasm with her nipples, she notices them
becoming even thicker and a little longer.
More distance is made between her pinching fingers, not much, but even a small
amount of diameter is a ton of extra volume. They get about as thick as her
pinkie finger, which makes her wonder why, if she has only packed on another
cup size or two since she lifted her top. The warmth of her breasts moves
forward, focusing at the front of her tits, nipples included. She can’t put her finger
on exactly what the sensation is, but eventually, she gets it. It feels like
something is trying to get out.
From how still she is, she doesn’t get the clue of a faint sloshing or gurgling from
her breasts. Just a pearly white bead of liquid developing at the tips of both of her
thick nipples. “T~This certainly isn’t something Xilonen does in the game…” She
mutters, hesitating to touch the beads of liquid, allowing them to gain enough
mass to dribble down her breasts as new ones form.
It explains why her nipples got so much thicker out of nowhere. They needed to
be big enough to drain the milk out from her breasts, but just these beads? Even
if they’re dripping faster, regular-sized nipples should be enough. Though the
heat in her tits isn’t getting any less hot. It’s actually starting to become
uncomfortable, like there’s some sort of backup.
Looking to ease the tension, Xilonen gives the frontal area of her boobs a gentle
squeeze, the area right around her nipples. The hit of relief is instant, and so is
the increased milk output. The drip becomes constant, several times faster than
before, but it feels so good. The relaxation felt with each squeeze fails to be
described by words, and her pussy certainly demands more with how wet she is
down there.
“Come on… mmghhh~” She pants as she gets used to squeezing harder and
harder. She watches the dribbles get faster and faster, but the heat in her tits just
won’t go away. In fact, it seems to be getting even hotter. She keeps getting
rougher with her tits, groping and squeezing with as much strength as she can,
while not making it painful. The drops develop into streams, increasingly
consistent streams.
Xilonen keeps going, but she just can’t manage to relieve herself fully despite the
constant waves of relaxation and pleasure washing over her with every squeeze.
Her toes curl, and the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, yet she still
isn’t fully satisfied. Thinking about the logistics for a split second, she goes for the
holy grail, lifting her breasts up to see if they can reach her mouth.
They’re just large enough for her nipples to comfortably make it to her mouth,
and she latches on without a second thought. Her soft lips around her nipples are
perfect, and sucking up mouthfuls of warm, sweet breast milk is even more
effective than squeezing was. The only sound in the room is that of sucking and
muffled moans from her mouth being stuffed with her own tits.
She takes on mouthful after mouthful, squeezing gently at the same time to eke
out that extra bit of pleasure to push her over the edge. Even with her heat so
strong and overpowering, the only way that Xilonen seeks to satisfy it is with her
breasts. Perhaps the milk is a result of her arousal, and lapping it back up is the
cure. Regardless, she knows she’s just a few sucks away from another climax.
Despite having the opposite sexual organs, the feeling of being on the edge of
cumming is nearly the same.
“Mmmphhh… mmgghhh… nnnhhhh~!” Xilonen moans as she sucks extra hard,
finally orgasming with nothing but her breasts. Nearly a hands-free climax, if it
wasn’t for her hands holding up her tits. Her body quakes and spasms, and she
swallows down the last of her milk and finally releases her swollen nipples from
her mouth. They look even more swollen from all the sucking, but at least the
unrelenting heat from her breast milk has subsided, besides a few more lingering
drops.
“That was… certainly worth the money.” She says to herself as she covers her
chest back up with the top that she miraculously managed not to get any of her
breast milk on. “I wouldn’t mind sticking with this for the rest of the con. Maybe I
could ask the lady running this thing about that. How long does this last exactly?”
The light dings green and the door to the booth opens. “Crap! I completely lost
him! I’m sure his eyes will naturally fall upon me out there, but it’ll be a little
harder for me to see him. Hmmmm, what can I do about that…”
Part 2 featuring a Jane Doe TG on the Patreon!
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