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Stahri Eyed Girl(Popstar Ahri Tg)
🕑 Added 2023-08-31 02:49:41 +0000 UTC
Max was trying to come to a decision, switching between his final options as he went through various pictures. He had been getting stories on and off from Charoset for years now but he had finally caught up to the last slot he had left and for once Charo was the one waiting on him to pick who his last girl would be. There were a few contenders, Ahsoka being a timely one, Emichiru having a ton of great gifs, but he kept changing his mind, wanting to find one that fit him the best for his final piece. He stared at his bio while hovering over his final five options, wanting it to be perfect.
Max is a rather handsome man, 22 years old and 6'2 tall. He has short brown hair, a three day stubble, grey-blue eyes and an average, slightly fit body build. Max is usually wearing a t-shirt, a blue pair of jeans, white tennis socks and a pair of white sneakers.
Hmm, maybe he should do an edit? Adjust his outfit or find something that works well with his final choice. But who would work for- Max bolted up as someone laughed, his head whipping around his room as he quickly closed his discord and open tabs, a bright flush on his face. Oh god he really did not want any of his friends to know about his hobby so he had to quickly figure out an excuse to tell to... nobody? Sure enough the room was empty, his door not even open. But he had heard someone laughing and it had sounded so familiar too...
"Of course I'd sound familiar. You're one of the rare few who thinks about my body nearly as much as I do. Lets see your silly list."
Once again Max yelped, the disembodied voice giggling at his confusion, Max utterly baffled as his computer mouse slid before his eyes with no hand on it, clicking his tabs back open as the voice continued to purr.
"Really still stuck on these b list girls? The answer should be obvious you fool. It's your name, your image. We both know how much you've wanted this... Ahri."
A shiver ran through him, something slipping into his body as he moaned.
"A-Ahri?!"
Max couldn't move, stuck frozen as what could only be described as hundreds of mouths blowing warm air over his body. It was strangely sensual and full of teasing as her giggles echoed around his stuck form, his bio open as small ripples blew around his clothing.
"Of course it's me. All that delicious desire over the years radiating from you... I've been saving you up for a rainy day. Such intense devotion carries such a delicious flavor when you let it age. Mmm~ let me just grab a taste before..."
The countless puffs of air running over him quickly turned to tongues licking his body up and down, teasing and manipulating his flesh as he cried out. All around hairs were vanishing under the assault, Ahri's lips kissing and teasing his balls and cock as he moaned openly. His body was a raging inferno of lust about to boil over as every inch was made hairless and sensitive, Ahri's teasing bringing him just to the edge before stopping as his cock throbbed needily, Max groaning as he tried to cross the threshold of release.
"Uh uh uh. You've been a baaaad boy Maxie which is why I'm making you an even better girl. I mean really rather than deciding between trash and a diamond you should have been focusing on which outfit I'd wear. Then again with an outfit this boring... Don't worry I'll fix it up for you."
Max watched his bio open up in the editor, "pair of white sneakers" highlighted before-
purple five inch heels.
The pain tampered his raging erection some even if his balls had a desperate ache throbbing between his hips, but it was hardly comparable to the bone crushing tightness of his sneakers shrinking and hardening into her purple pumps, the toes tapered and heel forcible rising as his stunned posture almost collapsed from the shift in posture, his large feet trapped in plastic prisons. They squeezed and squeezed, the pain bursting into pleasure as his feet gave to the molds they were stuck in, Ahri purring as she flexed his toes.
He didn't understand how it felt so good. Sure he had fantasized about it plenty but actually feeling as his toes shrank, the bones crunching down like a rough masseuse finding new pressure points, his arches eagerly adapting to the extreme curve as his heels were slimmed into the slimmest of feet, his posture already gaining a feminine gait to it as Ahri moved on.
white tennis socks sheer black pantyhose
There was the tiniest bit of snugness in his heels even with his changed feet, his formerly fitting white socks pooled about his feet, only kept up by the tight purple straps around his slim ankles. It looked like they were melting, stretching as the tops climbed up his legs, thinning and squeezing as the material darkened.
"I know you've spent hours looking at them Ahri~. Well how does it feel to get them?"
Max wanted her to stop but knew that'd just egg her on, besides he was far too absorbed in the changes going on, his cock's pulses growing faster and stronger as the tightening pantyhose had its way with his legs. His muscle was being pummeled, mashed into soft, workable fat, his moans continuing to stutter out as he could feel Ahri's spirit caressing them, making him rub them together as his lower legs tapered in some, the back of his calves throbbing as they bulged out bit by bit. He didn't want to enjoy it so badly, and yet it was every fantasy he had held coming true at once as his knees popped, his hips awkwardly splayed from the shift as the pantyhose climbed ever higher, pushing up his squeezed out mass directly into his thighs. He knew what was about to happen, unsure if he could help himself if that displaced fat all burst at once. He let out a desperate, pathetic, "S-STAAAHP!" only for Ahri's tone to turn mocking.
"Aww c'mon Ahri. I know you know that that's only going to make me want to tease you more. And so vague. Stop? Stop holding back you mean? Whatever you want Ahri~!"
And with that his thighs erupted.
Mahx was seeing stars, the bliss so overwhelming he could barely make a coherent sentence as his thighs were aggressively groped by the pantyhose. He could feel luscious fat flowing in between the muscle, his jeans tearing at the seams with every swell of fat as they grew closer and closer to wrapping around his cock. They weren't just spreading in girth but length, his bones crunching as the pantyhose gripped and pulled, forcing his legs to extend as his bio went from 6'2 to 6'6 automatically, his new leggy forms shredding through the denim as they thickened with every lewd surge. Even stuck in place his minute trembles had them rub against his cock, teasing it, thin spots of precum staining his boxers as Mahx could feel himself on the verge, ready to finally cum as his unchanged hips forced his swollen thighs to fully trap his needy, tortured-
"Hardly the first cock I've crushed between my thighs, and I know it won't be our last, but you haven't earned a reward yet. I mean I could let you cum out your brains, but you took too long to choose me. Lets extend the fun..."
Mahx cried as he felt her phase a hand between his hips, giving his prostate a cheeky squeeze as his cock twitched, ready to release only for her fingers to twirl around his innards and jumble them up. It felt orgasmic, Mahxi swearing he was cumming only to feel the results of her twisting as he was incapable of it, his cock twitching in frustration, his balls trying to release only to feel it blocked at every avenue. It didn't matter how good it felt as her hands pried apart his hips, his torn jeans twisting and shrinking around his curving hips as she changed its entry to purple spandex booty shorts. He couldn't cum, his brain drowning in equal parts pain and pleasure. But Ahri wasn't done yet.
"Well since I'm already in here..."
There was more rummaging, Mahxi struggling desperately to move as she seemed to be looking for something, squeezing his balls his prostate, stroking pieces not meant to be touched as his body tried and failed to cum over and over. He had no idea what she could possibly be looking for, his hips gradually curving as his thighs buzzed around his cock, the pleasure torturous as bit by bit his ass began to rise inside the tight spandex.
"Oh you don't know? And you claimed to be a fan... Think about it Ahri, what could I possibly be planting inside you right now? Here I'll make it feel extra intense."
Suddenly her nailed fingers drilled into his prostate, even his stunned state unable to hold back the violent bucking of his hips as something began growing around his g spot, various tendrils of something leaving it in a constant state of tease as his cock painfully throbbed. They all had a mind of their own, some coiling around his prostate, others prodding, forcing drool to splatter from his lips as his cries broke to strained, whimpery whines. He knew what they were now, that knowledge not doing him any good as his hips were slammed back, the various tips thrusting against a spot above his ass, his spine shuddering with every strike.
"See it's not enough to just turn you into me. I've got to fully corrupt you. I've been waiting for years to pop this cherry and I know how much you've fantasized. Well? Are you ready to grow a pair? I know you've wondered how fluffy they were, how sensitive. Tell me Ahri how do you like it?"
He could barely scream from the intensity, his spine feeling like a noodle being sucked on, his g spot gradually deflating from the constant squeeze as his already widened hips gave another pop, the wriggling mass of tendrils now denting the skin above his ass. Something sucked onto his spinal cord as the mini tails surged, making them a part of him, nine new erogenous zones bursting as Mahri squealed.
It was overloading Mahri's brain, each tail like its own cock fucking their way out of his ass, muscle and length forming as his spine was devoured by their bulging growths. A full foot was subtracted from his height all at once, the world rising around him in a dizzying rush, his figure snapping to a curve as his cock twitched with the combined lust of nine. Even in his wildest fantasies the constant rush of sensation was beyond what his brain could handle, shocks of memories and muscle control drilling into his brain as it was rewired. At some point in the maddening growth he had started screaming "YESSSSS~!" repeatedly, unable to deny how good it felt as each tail twitched and wagged, each one stroked by shifting skin as the pores widened, thick pink fur growing out as they became bushy. He felt utterly drained from it, yet the promise of release remained closed, his cock now a bright red as it twitched pathetically inside his shorts. An urge built inside with every twitch, his lips salivating, his tails gradually calming as he looked at the pathetic rod. Oh how she wanted to tease it into oblivion...
Mahri knew that urge wasn't his, yet it felt so tantalizing, one of his tails rubbing it as his hands began stroking his own tails, turning himself on, delighting in the painful lust wracking his groin. The urges swirled inside his mind as he continued to drool, his fingers shrinking as his tails bore down on the happy petters, his palms and arms slimming to feminine perfection as his nails brightened to a vibrant pink. She had to change more. Control had fully returned, Ahri's giggles letting him know she was still watching, though she stayed silent as his body betrayed him. His fault for being so utterly helpless. His fingers now moved to his keyboard, the bio still open. Whining and cursing did little to stop them from typing, adding in t-shirt sparkly purple bodysuit with a matching tasseled cape tucked into a belt.
The belt formed instantly, choking the breath from him as it squeezed around his waist tight. His shirt was already corrupting itself, sparkles bedazzling in waves, purple replacing the bland white as the stretchy material pulled skintight to his core. The tails were joining in, hugging his waist, rubbing against him, adding to the pressure as his abs softened. More of them were fiddling up top, a silver zip forming between his sinking collar as the tails tried to worm their way under his shirt. The neckline plunged as all that force ended up tearing open the top, hastening its sparkling change as the tail tips began rubbing against his nipples.
It was a feedback loop, his own teasing turning on one half of his brain, the swollen nubs of his nipples shocking the other as his waist heaved and sank. Mahri was barely coherent, escape no longer on his mind as the bejeweled outfit forced his sides to curve, his moans sounding huskier as displaced mass squeezed upwards into his pecs. It wasn't just that it felt good, but how right it felt to him as the fat surged, his hands pausing from their typing to join the tails and tease his own swelling breasts. His head was throbbing almost as hard as his cock, all of Ahri's mannerisms bleeding over, his mind on the verge of collapse with every grope as the flexible strength of a pop star burned its routine into his core.
If his posture before had feminized, now it was his mannerisms, the way to gyrate his stomach, how to roll his hips and pop his back all feeling natural as every roll added to the growing curve of his breasts. He was drowning in Ahridom, every alt and skin's memories pooling over his brain, his stomach sucked flat, his sides scrunched tightly, one tortured scream of need cracking his voice to a high C as his breasts popped out to their final size, testing the limits of his zipper as he made a pose. It was nearly done, his brain only needing one last push before only Ahri remained.
"What's wrong Ahri? Didn't you want this?"
"Mmmmmm~ nngh I-I-"
Even just being called Ahri was enough to make him thrash, his whole face tingling as three day stubble was erased, his face gently massaged as cheekbones snapped cutely, his cute fox whiskers only adding to the feminine charm as his lips bloated into thick kissers. He couldn't even remember his old name, his fingers typing in the last replacements as eyelashes grew and brows thinned, his short brown hair luscious golden locks spilled down his shoulders as the forming cape slenderized his upper arms. It felt so good to give in, his body so easy to tease, his moans climbing to Ahri's as the cape forced his slightly fit body petite flexible frame to collapse. Why was he even resisting? Dragging his feet was why he was so pent up, his cock like a stopper only held in by his own stubbornness. He should- Sh-She had to just-
"AHHHN~ AHH YESSS~!"
"That's a good girl Ahri..."
Her resistance drooled out, her eyes glowing to bright golden orbs, her face twisting into the picture of a cocktease as her balls throbbed and sunk. She was leaving it all behind, ready to embrace her true name, her perfection, lewdly moaning as her hands stroked her own head like they were rewarding a pet. As her balls were slipping in, something firm and furry was pushing out, her headpats finding the perfect outlet to reward her submission as two fluffy ears burst out her skull, Ahri screaming as she squeezed them both with two equally rewarding pops gushing open between her thighs. She felt hot all over as load after load of spunk spilled out her spandex, a lifetime's worth of inferior masculinity being strained out her body as she kept rubbing her fox ears, grinding her nipples against the desk as her insides shifted and slurped. Ahri smirked at the spent rod drooping between her thighs, giving it a farewell salute as she readied her body for completion.
"Oooh finally~!"
Ahri could feel the first surge of estrogen pour into her cock, growling a little as the overworked muscle softened, then melted, her tails straining a bit as their coiled up knot around her prostate pulled to its breaking point. Another long, sonorous note belted from her as her womb formed, the internal knot resolving itself as clear fluids washed away the dried up spunk from before, keeping her pantyhose clean and shiny as the bump in her spandex continued to sink.
It was incredible, her old sex fucking her new one, the tip of her cock splitting open as it curled up into a throbbing clit, her magic working it in deeper and deeper till her whole shaft had split into her freshly lined pussy, one final, satisfying release spreading warmth through her whole body as Ahri stared at her finished bio.
Ahri is a rather sexy gumiho girl, REDACTED years old and 5'5 tall. She has long, blonde hair, and three fox whiskers on either cheek and-
Yada yada. Truthfully it was far too dull for an idol profile, Ahri deleting it fully as she wondered what she'd do next. This had been his last tf as far as she knew so she permanently held the wheel now, this new world full of deliciously easy to tease idiots who would keep her well fed with idolization and lust, but despite being a solo act, she was in her pop star phase and just one member of the group would hardly suit her needs.
"Well that's what my magic's for. Now lets see which of his former friends are looking to get a little excitement in their lives. Mmm~ I can already feel them stuttering now. So many foolish boys to break till they're just begging to be in my group."
Ahri summoned a blue sphere filled with the memories and routines of her fellow KDA members, wondering who to bring back first, excited to put on one hell of a show for all her soon to be rabid fans...
