/jp/ - Otaku Culture

"Oh heavens, you are really enjoying this, aren't you?! I suppose I could describe these gorgeous, slender legs in even greater detail, but I think you get the picture, hmm?"

Yukari can't stop herself from laughing either. "Oh my, it looks like my friend’s words have really made an impression on you. I can somewhat make it out through the fabric of your new legs. You're quite aroused aren't you? I'm starting to think your body is enjoying this transformation a little too much now..."

“N... Nooooo... *pant pant* Stop putting thoughts in my head, you nasty ass buh... buh... bitchies!”

Anon still couldn't believe his own eyes. How would he tell his family about this if it's actually happening? This is the one time he doesn’t want to see where it leads. Please, wake him up already! This wet dream sucks!

as if one que, the goopy plastic begins vibrating again like it did when first attaching itself to Anon's lower half. However, it stood in place as if waiting for a command. Didn't stop Anon from trying to continuously push it back down off of him, though.

“Stop! I'll do whatever else you guys want, please! I'm sorry for what I said earlier! Have Mercy… I have... responsibilities... in my life... like Taxes and-”
Anon tries coming up with more of an argument to the two devil’s words, but is interrupted as Beatrice's finger rising upwards causes the strange substance to follow suit onto Anon's chest. His figure almost immediately forcibly cracks and shrivels inwards into mimic that of a ladies. He can't say anything else but a forced lewd moan. As expected, it’s lost a lot of threatening luster.

"Come, let's see how you work those curves, boy! Don't they feel wonderful to have? You’re gonna loooove the way they shake when you walk."

Anon desperately tries keeping his balance upward as seemingly some form of coping mechanism, but is knocked to his knees as his sense of balance is thrown off by a newer stomach and breasts gushing outward.

“haaah... haaaah... You're not gonna get away with this... haaaaah...”

“Woah! Is it supposed to be that fat?” Beatrice asked.

“Yup! Just made some small alterations to his casing. A lot of images on his electronic device had pictures of Urumi with larger utters & a noticeable increase of fat on her bones, so I’m helping him get more comfortable by making his vessel even better fitting for his tastes.” Yukari elaborated. #78 could barely even focus on what they were saying anymore with such a fuzzy head. Not like he was currently using his head anyway. Anon #78 was fully at a loss for words while he jiggled around his new tits and stomach. Despite his self-deficating comments on his weight just a few minutes earlier, he was a skinny little bone of a person no different from you or me. But now? Now he'd almost fully become a 1-1 replica of this plump, kind slamcow from a franchise he liked. He felt brief tears form as memories of some fucked up doujins he would always read started flashing in his head. Those stories of Yukari abducting random boys to mess with were supposed to be fiction! So then why…

Anon isn't even able to get another word in with the two vile ladies before his singular remaining remnant of who he once was, his head, was engulfed by a plastic shell replica of the Ushi-oni's face. It even added her bright red horns on the top. With this, everything to do with his old identity had completely washed away. (S)he was now officially Urumi Ushizaki - Parental Guardian of Ancient Fish. No bones about it.

>Man shoulders
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