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Out of any single day from each of the 365 days in the entire Gregorian calendar, there is perhaps no specific moment that young Johnathan Godson hates the most; no time that inspires such revulsion, no date that makes poor Johnathan’s blood run cold with anxiety than that of… November 24^th. A sickening day of the fall season, where the rotting leaves dot the earth in a mushy hide outside, dowsing the entire town in a coat of sickly orange. A date stained by tradition, too close to the ever anxiety filled reunions with estranged family members brought in by thanksgiving. A day that left scars deep in poor Johnathan that would haunt him for the rest of time. Not just because of thanksgiving, not just because of the damp autumn weather, but because this day… marked the date of Johnathan’s own birth.

While it is true that most people took their birthdays as a time for celebration and excitement, to Johnathan, there was no time which elicited more anxiety and pain. It is not too uncommon of an opinion in this day and age, as the drab, monotonous drag of modern life has dragged so many people of Johnathan’s generation down such depressing outlooks. For many people, birthday is a reminder of their own mortality, evidence that they too are subject to the ever pervading march of time. For others, the issues might be with birthdays of old, one too many absent parents or nonexistent friends souring the entire concept in their minds. As for Johnathan, the reason was quite simple. It was people. With an antisocial heart to the core, Johnathan HATED being around people. And unfortunately for Johnathan, whenever his birthday came, so did the rest of his extended family…

Sinking deep into the soft, leathery depths of his couch, Johnathan felt his expression shift into one of exuberant annoyance. Already he could hear the room around him being filled with the clamor and bustle of people who he scarcely saw more than once a year. The sound of plates being set and boring, idle chatter slowly filled the background. A cringy soft-pop song from the 2010s played from the family stereo, the type of music with beats so generic and boring it was practically indiscernible from any other song from that era. The aura of bland celebration and empty niceties was so thick in the room, that even though Johnathan was as far away from the action as he could be, he nonetheless felt completely suffocated by it. What Johnathan wouldn’t have given just to enjoy a quiet and relaxed birthday for himself…

Johnathan’s stern, angered attitude stood in such incredible defiance to the rest of the world around him, it made for quite the impactful contrast. While the living room had been decorated with steamers and balloons of every color, Johnathan was dressed in all black, with dark pants to accompany his print T-Shirt displaying some anime characters. The rest of the partygoers seemed happy to be there, or at least somewhat content, the main focus of the party himself looked like he was about to perish. But Johnathan himself? A deathly scowl permanently painted the contours into his boyish yet somewhat androgynous face. Johnathan wasn’t very tall at 5’7, and his body wasn’t overtly masculine, so at least he had an advantage in that it was easy for him not to stand out. Unfortunately, being the focal point of the event, even this was an advantage he couldn’t use as much as he would have liked to.

If there was any sort of relief for Johnathan, any sort of miniscule reprieve, it was that at least he had his videogames to take his mind off things. Displayed over the flat screen of his high-definition television were the images of one of Johnathan’s favorite games, Super Smash Brothers Ultimate. The volume of the game was set low enough that it wouldn’t bother other people, but loud enough that Johnathan could enjoy it. The screen’s bright colors reflected onto Johnathan’s pale face, illuminating the relatively dark corner of the room where Johnathan sat with an ever so sparce inkling of light. Johnathan’s expression seemed to slightly soften as he fought the other characters on the screen, his eyes darting left to right with determination and concentration. Here he basked in yet another positive aspect of playing video games. Usually, when he was in the middle of his gaming session, people wouldn’t try to come up to Johnathan and try to strike up a conversation.

But really, the main reason why Johnathan was currently playing Smash Brothers was simply because he really enjoyed it. Specifically, he seriously enjoyed playing as his main, Palutena. Hailing all the way from the Kid Icarus series back in the NES, Palutena had morphed and evolved into a character that Johnathan both admired and found incredibly attractive. Not only was she the picturesque definition of femininity, what with her voluptuous womanly curves, heavenly bust and mature face, but she was also quite strong, and a tad bit dominant. In Smash Brothers Ultimate especially, she was a force to be reckoned with. Though she looked dainty and weak, she knew exactly where to apply pressure. And Johnathan seriously enjoyed her personality, that of a sassy, snarky woman who wasn’t afraid to bit every now and again.

As Johnathan effortlessly beat the level 9 CPUs he set up to fight against his Palutena, the boy found himself drifting into a needy daydream. Often he’d think about how nice it would be to have someone like Palutena in his life. A woman who knew exactly what she wanted and didn’t take no for an answer. Someone with the body of a literal goddess, who would make sure he was at her beck and call. The things he’d let Palutena do to him were indescribable. Johnathan let out a dreamy sigh. Now he really wished there was no one around…

And then, all of a sudden, the TV turned off. Johnathan bolted up on his seat, panic and confusion spreading within him as he looked onto the source of such an interruption. Only for him to catch a glimpse of his mother, Martha, who looked down to him with arms crossed and a disappointed expression on her face.

“Johny…” Martha sighed in disappointment, her green eyes shining behind her large, red-colored square glasses. “What did I tell you about the videogames?”

“Oh, mom- Come on!” Johnathan whined back with a high pitched voice, his body straightening up while his head flailed in annoyance.

“Johny! Your aunts and cousins only come around once a year! Even your sisters are here to visit us!” Johnathan’s mother stayed firm in her convictions, her breasts jiggling as she tightened her arms around her body. Though her mature, wrinkled face and curly, brown bob hair wasn’t particularly threatening, it most certainly left an impact on Johnathan. “Would it really kill you to just put the video games down for one single day and talk to the rest of your family? You are turning 21 today, you’re not a little boy anymore!”

“But mom-!” Johnathan sighed sadly. Though at this point, the boy was more than aware he could not argue with his mother when she got stubborn like this. Even as she stood at a miniscule 5’6, by far the shortest member of the family, she was still the powerful matriarch of the family. Whenever she said something had to be done, there was no other recourse.

“Oh, don’t look like that Johny! Interacting with your family can be tons of fun!” She leaned towards her son, face earnest and painted with a tender smile. Despite her firm control, Martha remained a caring mother. And quite the beautiful woman too. Even the age had done little to degrade Martha’s curvaceous body, especially her enormous ass.

“How about…” Martha hummed, looking around the room with an exploratory eye. “Oh! How about you talk to your Uncle Ronnie!”

Johnathan’s eyes shot wide open in terror at the mention of that name. A literal chill ran down his spine, goosebumps sprouting all over his body. Uncle Ronnie?! N-No, she couldn’t be serious! Johnathan wanted to instantly reject her proposal, but the boy found his voice caught at the back of his throat, leaving him breathless. Why would she even suggest uncle Ron anyways?! Out of all the people it could have been-!

Turning his head left towards where her mother was looking, the answer became instantly obvious. While the rest of Johnathan’s family was standing about, chatting happily with each other or enjoying the litany of snacks laid out, only one person seemed to be left out. There was but one person sitting by his lonesome, the only one currently accompanying Johnathan in the secluded corner couch which he was currently sitting on. This person was none other than Johnathan’s dreaded uncle Ronald, affectionately referred to as Uncle Ronnie. Though ‘affectionate’ was an incredibly charitable way of putting it. For unlike Johnathan, who willingly secluded himself from the rest of his family, the reason why no one flocked to Uncle Ronnie was simply because nobody liked him.

Just from the outset, uncle Ronald gave a very unpleasant first impression. The man was incredibly fat and out of shape, with a huge, distended stomach that plopped onto his lap and poked past his clothes. His graying hair had abandoned him in much the same way as his two previous wives, leaving him balding with little more than a decrepit, crown of grey at the back of his head. Though the autumn temperatures had reached quite low, he still wore nothing more than a dirty, discolored, white wife-beater and a set of stained jeans. Clothes which Johnathan was sure had been washed as little as the man himself, for merely standing a few steps from him caused one’s nose to scrunch and cry in pain due to the foul stench that came from his body. There was truly no redeeming part to Uncle Ronnie’s appearance. Hell, he wasn’t even Jonnathan’s uncle! He was actually his mother’s uncle, which meant he was at an age where he most definitely should have known better.

The worst part of it all wasn’t even his appearance, however. Oh no no, faaaar from it. No, what truly repulsed everyone from Uncle Ronnie was his personality. Johnathan could not think of a person who was meaner, ruder or downright hateful than Uncle Ronnie. Every single interaction with that man felt like the sound of nails on a chalkboard. Whatever words left that man’s mouth always left a foul impression, be it from the actual stench of his breath or the horrible content of his statements. He was perhaps every bad type of -ist you could think of. Racist, narcissist, conspiracy theorist and more than anything sexist. It was pretty much standard procedure in the family not to leave Uncle Ronnie alone with any female member of the family at this point. Suffice to say, having to spend any amount of time with this troglodyte of a human being was the worst punishment Johnathan could receive, even worst than having a birthday.

Eyes full of fear, dread and disgust, Johnathan pleadingly looked at his mother. He didn’t say anything, but the message was perfectly clear. He would do anything not to talk to Uncle Ronnie. Martha’s face became strained. She knew exactly what he was going through. Were Martha in the same position, she would have loved nothing more than to run away. However, a part of her did feel bad for that slob of a man. He was just sitting there, all on his own. And they both knew that not a single other person in this room would approach Ronald willingly. Martha’s face twitched with doubt, conflicted between her love for her son and her empathy towards Ron. Unfortunately for Johnathan, it seemed the latter won out.

“Come on, Johnny! Both you and your uncle like… Sports, r-right?” Martha barely stuttered out nervously, nudging Johnathan closer to his uncle. “How about the two of you talk about… I don’t know… Football, or something!”

And with that, she was gone. Bolted away like a gazelle catching glimpse of a predator. She didn’t even want to wait for a response from Johnathan, and certainly not one from Ronnie. As bad as she felt for the fat, old man, her instincts of self-preservation were much too strong for her to stand too long next to him. Johnathan cursed her under his breath, though he understood what she’d done all to well. With a big, tired sigh, he resigned himself to his new duty. The least he could do was give his mom’s suggestion a shot, right?

Well… Easier said than done. Sitting a couple of inches closer to Ronnie than he had been before, Johnathan found himself without a single topic he could think of bringing up. Even at his distance, his uncle’s pervasive smell was already causing his nose to itch. And he most certainly didn’t want to bring up any controversial topics, lest he give Ronnie leeway to go into one of his long, winded, reprehensible moral tirades that he was known for. Eventually, after a few couple of seconds of awkward silence, Johnathan finally turned towards his uncle.

“So-”

“What a nosy bitch, that mother of yours.” Uncle Ronnie interrupted Johnathan before he could get a single word in. The man took a sip of his drink, while Johnathan stared at him with a flabbergasted expression. Johnathan could smell the thick scent of alcohol in his breath, which was odd because he was pretty sure his mother said she wouldn’t be serving any today. “She should just learn to mind her own business. I’m doing just fine.”

The man spoke curtly, before taking another swig of his drink. For a few seconds, Johnathan just stared at his uncle with widened eyes. What… What the fuck was his problem, man!? Almost instantly, any desire to talk to his uncle (which was, mind you, very miniscule), had completely evaporated from Johnathan’s mind. Johnathan turned away from his uncle, crossing his arms with a big, angered pout displayed over his face. He seriously couldn’t believe how his uncle was talking about his mom, considering she was literally just trying to help him! Sure, Martha could be annoying at times… But even then, Johnathan still cared for his mother very much, and those comments were frankly unacceptable.

“That’s the problem with women these days, you know?” Uncle Ronnie happily started going off on one of his very infamous rants, despite the fact that Johnathan was clearly not interested in listening. “They’re all way too independent and defiant. Instead of doing what they should be doing, like cleaning and taking care of children, they all want to go out and pretend to be men by working real jobs. We all know where you women belong, so why are you putting up this charade!”

Johnathan felt his grip tighten around his arms, teeth grinding with increasing intensity. Here it was. The women talk. It was always women with Uncle Ronnie. The poor bastard was probably repressed at this point because he’d been divorced two times already, divorces which had been 100% justified. Now that he was old, decrepit, and no one wanted to spend time with him, all this sexism was probably his way of coping with his shitty ass life. Not that Johnathan felt bad for him. All of Ronnie’s suffering was no one else’s fault but his own.

“It’s all that feminism that’s going around these days! Telling women they can do anything with their lives! That they can have jobs instead of kids! That they can date other women!! It’s disgusting, frankly!” The old man took another swig from his drink, his face flushed and his speech slurred as the alcohol started getting to him. “You know, back in my day, women RESPECTED men! Every woman knew their place was at a man’s side, making sure to serve him! And EVERYONE was HAPPY! There was none of this depression or gender bullshit you see nowadays!”

Yet another swig from his drink left Uncle Ronnie dazed. He stared off into the distance, as if reminiscing warmly about his golden years. “God, you shoulda seen me back then. I looked like a STUD. All the girls used to flock to me, desperately begging me to get with them. I was the start quarterback of my school after all. Any girl I wanted, I could get. They all followed my every word to a tea. But now…” The old man sighed, deflated and defeated by years of self-induced hardship. Unfortunately for Johnathan, after another gulp of his drink, Ronnie perked back up. “Hey, did I ever tell you about the time I did it with the two most beautiful girls at my college at the same time? It all started after I wont the state qualifier…”

As words continued to endlessly pour out of Ronnie’s mouth like shit pouring out of a donkey’s ass, they all became nothing more than numb, meaningless static inside of Johnathan’s mind. His eyes bore deep into the blank TV in front of him, anger boiling within him. The more Ronnie talked, the more his disgusting booze-stinking breath reached Johnathan’s nose, the more furious he became. Johnathan’s anger was reaching levels so astronomical, it felt as if the world itself was starting to unravel. He was so done with all of this bullshit. He was done with the stupid fucking party, he was so done with his shitty Uncle Ronnie, Johnathan just wanted to escape to a reality of his own making. The dissociation skills he’d honed for many years now were once again coming in handy, as Johnathan found no idea more pleasant than that of completely disconnecting from the world around him.

Submerging himself in a world devoid of the woes of real life, Johnathan tried to think of the things he liked in order to calm himself. Things like his beautiful main Palutena… Unlike Uncle Ronnie, Palutena would be immaculately beautiful and entrancing. Instead of endlessly infuriating him, Palutena’s heavenly presence would bring Johnathan bliss and happiness. She wouldn’t be totally nice though. Johnathan loved the idea of this cute, all-powerful goddess teasing and taunting him, enough to rile him up without making him feel distraught. God, if only Palutena was real, then Johnathan’s life would be so much better…

“…ny…”

Johnathan did have to admit, there was something slightly uncomfortable about listening to Uncle Ronnie’s voice while he imagined Palutena. It kind of… Dirtied the concept of her in his mind, attaching her to unnecessary baggage. But Johnathan couldn’t help it. Even in these scenarios, his comfort character was there to help him through these tough times. To make sure that he wouldn’t lose himself in-

“JOHNNY!!!”

Johnathan bolted up from the couch, instantly snapping from the comfortable daydream he’d suddenly found himself in. Like a deer suddenly finding himself in the jaws of danger, Johnathan meekly looked around the room in search of whoever had called him. Turning over towards the living room’s main table, he could see the rest of his family all gathered around it. They looked towards him with soft, yet somewhat awkward smiles, as if they were waiting for something. His mother stood at the center of it all, her face slightly embarrassed.

“Johnny! Come over here, it’s time to blow the candles and cut the cake!” Martha spoke softly, making it clear that she had been the one calling him before.

Johnathan’s face became flushed as he quickly made his way towards the table. True as it ever was, Johnathan once again realized how much he hated being the center of attention. The sensation of all those ways bearing upon him as he awkwardly shuffled towards the table was far heavier than any weights he could lift. He could feel the judgement and nefarious nitpicking in each of their expressions. Man, this sucked… Poor Johnathan wondered how much he’d spent daydreaming about Palutena. To him it felt like just a couple of seconds, but the awkward silence made it kind of obvious that everyone had been waiting for a while…

Thankfully, by the time Johnathan got to the living room table and sat in front of the birthday cake, the mood of the room seemed to relax just a bit. People gathered around and behind the boy, idle chatter and a slight tinge of excitement spreading throughout. Directly in front of Johnathan’s seat was the very cake that had been prepared to celebrate his special date. The cake was a decent looking ice cream cake, though its top was decorated with a printed picture of a very generic render of Mario. Just looking at the cake filled Johnathan with embarrassment. He knew he was far too old to have a childish cake like this, one which all of his extended family members would see and judge him for it. But honestly, the biggest problem was the fact he didn’t really care about Mario! The only reason the cake looked like this right now was because Johnathan’s mom wanted to get him a ‘video game related cake’ because she knew that’s what he liked, but the only video game character she knew was the titular red plumber.

Trying his best not to let the stupid cake get to him, Johnathan inched his seat closer to the table. Only for himself to stumble forward, almost falling on top of the very cake, as he felt his shoulder being pushed firmly from behind.

“Hey, looks like you were really enjoying your conversation with Uncle Ronnie, huh~?”

Johnathan’s brow furrowed in annoyance. He didn’t even have to turn to know who the voice belonged to, yet nonetheless the boy twisted his gaze towards the source of the noise. Standing right beside him was an imperatively tall woman, towering high above him in his seat, though even if he was standing, she would still have at least a head of height in advantage. The woman’s body was toned and muscled, a slight tan darkening her otherwise pale skin. Dressed in nothing more than an overgrown hoodie and a pair of pants, one would be forgiving for thinking initially that this was a man. Yet the svelte, feminine face and long, curvy brown hair made it perfectly clear that this was a woman. Not just any woman either, but Johnathan’s slightly older sister, Jane.

“Shut up, Jane!” The boy snapped back by playfully pushing Jane away. The moment his hands pressed against her stomach through her clothes however, Johnathan could feel the rock-hard sensation of her abs pushing back. To be expected from someone as sporty as Jane. “I wasn’t doing it because I wanted to!”

Without even flinching, Jane merely looked down at Johnathan with a smug smile. To say she was Johnathan’s ‘older sister’ was more of a technicality than anything. She was barely a year older than Johnathan, which caused the two to develop a twin-like rivalry. Being in the same age range and environment, they often competed with each other for attention and recognition. That being said, it wasn’t a negative kind of relationship. Though the pair bantered often, Johnathan had deep respect and appreciation for his sister.

“Yeah! Leave the poor boy alone, it’s his birthday!”

As a pair of soft womanly arms wrapped around Johnathan’s waist from behind, pulling him into a hug, the boy yipped in surprise. The moment he felt a huge pair of breasts push against his back however, he instantly knew who it was. Turning to his right, Johnathan could barely see the soft, rounded face of his other older sister, Samantha. Samantha’s thick, square glasses glimmered while she held her brother tightly in her arms.

“Happy birthday by the way!” Samantha gave her little brother a caring peck on the cheek, before nuzzling him intently. “Gosh, I can’t believe you’re 21 already… Hey, don’t worry about the party, okay Johnny? I’ll talk with mom and see if we can have it not take too long.”

Johnathan couldn’t help but crack a smile at the suggestion. Samantha was the oldest of his siblings, and she was always not just the most reliable one, but also the nicest. Whilst Jane was always teasing and messing with Johnathan, Sam made sure to make up for it by pampering him and being the sweetest older sister. Though her relatively nerdy demeanor, soft spoken voice and chubby body might have made it seem like Samantha was a very passive type of girl, the truth is that she was actually the type of woman to really stand up for what she believed and doing what she wanted. That’s how she got hired as an important health scientist and was already married at the young age of 32!

“Gawdd, I sure hope so!”

A couple of steps away, Johnathan could hear a very shrill, annoyed, high-pitched voice click with very apparent distress. And if there was anyone who could be as angry and bothered over this party, it most certainly had to be Johnathan’s younger sister, Madeliene. Also known as Maddie, at just over 18 years old and fresh to college, Madeleine was probably the wildest kid in the whole family. All Maddie cared about was dancing, partying and having fun. This much was apparent in her appearance, with her dyed-blonde hair, brightly colored slim top and short skirt despite being winter, and a myriad of piercings and (for now) fake tattoos.

“This party is soooo fucking boring!” Madeleine groaned loudly, loud enough that the rest of the family could hear. “Emily is at a club she just found nearby, and I wanna go be with her sooo bad!!!”

“Wait-” Jane turned towards her younger sister, eyebrow raising in confusion. “You didn’t invite Emily to the party?”

“Oh no, I totally did.” Eyes burning with anger, Madeleine turned to face her mother. “But someone said I shouldn’t bring my GIRLFRIEND around because some of our family members might find it em… ‘Discomforting’ or whatever, and cause a ruckus.”

“Now, now girls! Let’s not make a scene!” Martha quickly rushed towards the girls, pulling them together around her arm and pushing towards Johnathan and the cake. “Time to sing birthday to the birthday boy, so he can finally blow out the candles!”

There was an annoyed groan from Madeliene, while Jane and Samantha looked at each other with awkward smiles. It wouldn’t be a Godson family party without a little tension! Trying their best to circumvent whatever issues there might have been floating around, the family focused instead on the man of the hour. Martha took out a matchstick and began to light two candles, one of which was a 2 and the other which was a 1. Samantha and Jane were the first ones to start singing the birthday song. The rest of the people gathered soon followed.

Within seconds, it was as if all of the uneasiness of the room had melted away, and everyone was coming together to celebrate Johnathan’s birthday. And yet, Jonathan couldn’t even break a smile at all the happy voices coming together. The boy knew it was all fake, so why did it matter? Why should he care? The moment those candles were blown and the song ended, everything would just go back to his old boring life. He’d have to be resigned to that dreaded couch, waiting for his own birthday party so he could regain some modicum of freedom. He’d have to listen to endless ramblings of his shitty douchebag uncle, unable to indulge in the one thing her cared about at this moment, his goddess and main Palutena. This whole world sucked. Johnathan’s life sucked. He wished that it would all blow away.

As Johnathan’s eyes continued to firmly stare at the two bright, endlessly flickering candles, the world around him started to swirl and twist. Shapes began to blend in unnatural ways until they slowly faded away. Cheery, happy voices became muffled and distorted, combining into an unholy cacophony before disappearing altogether. It felt as if the very walls of reality were crumbling around Johnathan. The very concepts of time and space were being distorted. Matter and form held no meaning. The peaceful, normal world which Johnathan had lived in his entire life ebbed away into a formless, colorless, endless blob of grey, leaving nothing but Johnathan and the candles in front of him.

And yet even as the world seemed to completely disintegrate, Johnathan didn’t seem much too concerned. It’s not like he was happy to see his entire family seemingly turn into dust, but he also didn’t appear to be horrified or sad. Rather, he stayed remarkably calm. For some reason, Johnathan didn’t feel afraid of all that was happening around him. As if the state of the world around him didn’t affect him, as if he was totally removed from reality. With a totally calm expression on his face, Johnathan continued staring deep into the light of the flickering candles, almost like they contained the truth of the universe.

It was just… Just Johnathan and the candles.

Just Johnathan.

That’s all there was.

Fwoosh

All of a sudden, the candles went out, snapping Johnathan back to reality. Johnathan almost bolted out of his seat from pure shock. All around Johnathan, things had gone completely back to normal. His family was gathered around the table, his sisters standing right beside him. The cake in front of Johnathan just sat there, with the two candles still letting out trails of smoke from being freshly put out. Everything… Everything was totally fine… So… What the hell had he just experienced?!?

Johnathan took a couple of deep breaths. He had just realized he’d been hyperventilating to this point. Moreover, his hands were gripping onto the sides of his chair tightly, as if he was holding onto it for dear life. It took a couple of seconds for him to even be able to loosen his grip, fingers cramped onto their previous position. One thing was for sure, that had gone far from Johnathan’s regular day dreams. Sure, every now and then he would zone out and imagine himself in more fun situations. Be it inside of a video game or thinking about a fun story he liked. But this time… It really felt like it had all happened in real life, as if reality around him had genuinely fallen apart for a couple of seconds, leaving him in an endless void.

“Hey, you okay there dude?” Jane placed a hand on Johnathan’s shoulder, not teasingly but with genuine concern. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah…” Johnathan took another deep breath, taking some solace in his sister’s concerns. “I’m fine, thanks…”

Another hand fell on his other shoulder, this one belonging to his other older sister, Samantha. “Don’t worry Johnny! Let’s just cut the cake, get you a piece and you can go back to the couch and relax, okay?”

Finally, a genuine relaxed smile rose onto Johnathan’s face. Yeah… He was probably just getting overstimulated from all the noise and attention. All he needed now was a little bit of time to take it easy. Just as Samantha had said, the group of siblings cut the cake together and started handing it out to the rest of the guests. Samantha made sure to give Johnathan the biggest piece of them all and quickly sent him off on his way before his mom made another bothersome request or before he was forced to talk to some annoying relative whose name he barely remembered.

With cake in hand, Johnathan slowly meandered back to the couch. Each one of his steps was a little bit clumsy and scattered. He felt much lighter than usual, almost like he was floating in the air. And for some reason, his balance was way off. The very act of walking somehow felt foreign, while he struggled to stand up straight. Thankfully, the couch he’d been sitting on previously was just a couple of steps away. The moment he was back at his seat, Johnathan plopped down once again with a satisfied sigh. Taking a couple of bites from the cake, he could already feel his mind slowly chilling, both from the literal coolness of the ice cream cake as well as its delicious chocolate flavor. It might have been a stupid picture, but goodness Ice cream was still Ice cream cake.

It wasn’t all good. Having reclaimed his previous seat, Johnathan noticed his annoying Uncle Ronnie was still sitting there. It seems the old man didn’t even get up to sing happy birthday for Johnathan. It was the expectably rude thing to do, though Johnathan didn’t really care. No, the thing that bothered him the most was the fact that Ronnie was still here. Really, the only kind of birthday present Johnathan would have wanted from his uncle was for him to go home and never talk to him again.

A couple of bites of ice cream cake later, and Johnathan was feeling much much better. The strange dizziness which had just afflicted was pretty much gone. The anxiety of being the center of attention had passed, now that they’d all cut the cake and the party was over its halfway point. Setting the plate of cake aside, Johnathan picked up his controller and turned on the TV as conspicuously as he could manage. Honestly, he didn’t care about what his mother had told him previously anymore. Johnathan had already gone through enough tribulations to justify a little bit of game time. Plus, it was his birthday, so he should be allowed to celebrate however he wanted to!

Selecting his beloved main Palutena and picking a stage to battle sent a rush of dopamine through Johnathan’s brain. The incredible background music of the stage as well as the various sound effects of characters fighting each other rang much more pleasantly in Johnathan’s ears than the boring chatter of his family members. Smash Brother’s bright, cheery world was so much more colorful than Johnathan’s own. And at the center of it all was Palutena, a beautiful, buxom goddess who could use her strength to overpower any in her path. After having gone through today’s troubles, there was no doubt left inside Johnathan’s mind. Just as he thought, this world was so much better than Johnathan’s own, and it wasn’t even a contest…

“Good God! You’re still playing that game?”

Alas, there was only so much Johnathan could immerse himself in his game without interference from the outside world. This was pretty clear as the voice of his annoying Uncle Ronnie rang from beside him, happy to interject even when his opinion wasn’t necessary or even desired. Johnathan merely grumbled to himself and continued playing, not even turning to look at his uncle. Giving him any scrap of attention would just be playing into his game. And the only one Johnathan wanted to play with was Palutena.

“See, this is the problem young people have these days. Instead of going out and doing sports or talking to people, all they do is spend time playing video games and watching the Tiki Toks” The man began to ramble incoherently at no one in particular. “The reason why your entire generation is depressed is because you’re all allergic to real connections! To talking with someone without some electrical device on! If you all just stopped being such antisocial babies, then things would be better.”

Johnathan continued pressing buttons throughout his uncle’s entire speech, his gaze firmly focused on the television in front of him. He was doing his best not to let Uncle Ronnie’s debased words get to him, but it was a difficult task. Johnathan felt his fingers pressing with increased intensity, while his body seemed to stiffen with annoyance. More than that however, he could feel a strange sensation starting to build beside him, around the area where his uncle sat. It was an uncomfortable gnawing at the back of Johnathan’s brain, though not one that he could truly explain.

“Back in my day, all I did was go out and party! You would NEVER catch me staying home on a Friday night! Not like those stupid nerds who actually went to college to study, HAH!” The more Uncle Ronnie spoke, the stronger his voice became. It was as if he was being filled with energy and virility, a spark of life the like he hadn’t felt for years. “I went to my dorm room with a different girl EVERY night! And then I pounded her into submission right then and there! I was such a stud back then, even the guys couldn’t resist me! Honestly Johnny, instead of playing those stupid ass videogames, you should try and becoming- mmmfffff~ Becoming more like me~”

Almost instantly, Johnathan paused his game, his entire bolting upwards in a mixture of confusion and dread. What… What was that? Not only did his Uncle Ronnie make a very weird and uncomfortable noise, but his very voice also seemed to have changed mid-sentence. It had gone from the deep, slow, gravelly tone of an old man, one which Johnathan was lamentably all to familiar with, to a soft, high-pitched, almost seductive voice of a woman. A confident, mature woman whose voice was akin to the soft purring of a cat. The act of Johnathan turning his head left towards his uncle almost felt like it was playing in slow motion. Johnathan could feel his heart palpitating, his breath caught at the back of his throat. Little by little his gaze shifted, until his eyes finally landed on it.

There, sitting on the other side of the couch, on the exact same spot his uncle was supposed to be occupying, Johnathan found… Something incredible. A creature of pure beauty, a human specimen born of perfection. It was most certainly not Johnathan’s uncle, even just the implication that this thing and his uncle were in any way related was an insult, a crime of the highest scale. This being- This person sitting right before Johnathan’s very eyes- It was… It was-!!

It was a perfect copy of the Goddess Palutena, Johnathan’s beloved main from the Smash Brothers game.

The very thought, the very idea of it was completely insane. Yet, unless Johnathan was having some kind of stress-induced hallucination, his eyes were not deceiving him. Every single aspect of Palutena’s appearance was perfectly reproduced on the person before him. The woman had Palutena’s long, beautiful, green hair, which hung down to the sofa around her. Her face was slender and thin, with thick plump lips two glowing green eyes, and a serene, mature demeanor that a Goddess should have. She even had the glowing blue crown of light floating just above her head, a symbol to indicate this woman’s status as a goddess.

But perhaps the worst part of it all was the fact that instead of Palutena’s regular heavenly clothes, this woman was actually dressed in the exact same garb as his Uncle Ronnie had been. A stained, dirty wife-beater was draped over the woman’s torso, a thin piece of cloth that did nothing to hide her humongous, round, pert breasts. Her chest was completely devoid of any kind of bra, meaning her tits were basically completely exposed, bulging through her shirt as one of her nipples poked out of the sides. Though the loose shirt did do a great job at showing how slender and shapely this woman’s body looked, as was apparent by her fully exposed, soft, feminine arms.

Instead of any kind of pretty, girly skirt, this woman wore Uncle Ronnie’s bulky jeans. Every inch of her legs was fully covered, yet Johnathan could see her thighs bulging through the top of the pants, while her ass pushed against the back as if it was trying to desperately escape. The pants looked like they were about to reach the point of no return with how thick the woman’s thighs were, as the little button at the waist was stretched to its furthest extent, each side pulling it apart in different directions. This woman… For some sort of reason which Johnathan could not even come close to comprehend, truly seemed to be the perfect picture of Palutena.

To say that Johnathan was surprised would be a severe understatement. Johnathan’s mouth was wide open with shock. The only reason his jaw wasn’t any lower was because it physically couldn’t go further. Johnathan’s very eyes trembled, his voice muted to little more than breathless grunts. So many thoughts were running around rampant in his brain, he couldn’t even begin to properly formulate any of them. What? How? Why? Literally nothing about the current situation made sense. There was no logical, explainable reason as to how Johnathan would find himself seeing what his eyes were currently showing, and it totally paralyzed him. After a couple of seconds, at least the boy was able to muster up some kind of response.

“U-U-Uncle Ronnie…?” Johnathan asked with tepid timidness, the thumping of his heart palpable at the back of his breath. “I-Is that you?”

Palutena(?)’s eyebrows narrowed into a nasty scowl. Malice and disdain seeped deep into her expression. “What the fuck are you guffawing about, kid? Of course it’s me!” Uncle Ronnie answered with an angered temper, in a voice that was as soft, mature and tender as it could be. Then all of a sudden, he slipped into a sly smirk. “Or could it be that you’re finally starting to realize how handsome I am~?”

Yup, there was absolutely no denying it now. Though he looked like an incredibly attractive, buxom woman with huge tits, deep inside the person before Johnathan was still his irritating uncle Ronald. It was clear to see in the way he sat back against the couch, arms spread out as if he owned the place. His legs parted away in different directions, spreading far apart to occupy as much space as possible. There was no semblance of caring and serenity which Palutena was known for, only a deep sensation of selfishness and incomprehensible amounts of narcissism.

Yet even now, Johnathan found it hard to combine the pictures of his entitled, annoying uncle with that of the perfect and beautiful Palutena. Unlike the old Uncle Ronnie, who reeked of sweat and booze, his uncle’s new body had a soft, almost sweet scent of lilies. Whilst previously, Uncle Ronnie’s belly had been protruding from his shirt, now the only protruding elements were Uncle Ronnie’s fat, heavy tits, which flopped left and right with energetic jiggles to the slightest of his motions. Even his voice, once the most grating noise that Johnathan could imagine, was so incredibly enticing, Johnathan actually wanted to hear it more and more. Despite being fully aware that the person in front of him was his uncle, something stirred deep inside Johnathan. His love for Palutena was generating mixed feelings in the pit of his stomach.

“Oh Goddess, these pants are so tight!” Uncle Ronnie complained loudly. He shifted left and right in his seat, causing his tits to swing left and right wildly. “You don’t mind if I unbutton them, do you Johnny? We’re both MEN after all~”

A shiver ran down Johnathan’s spine. It almost felt like Uncle Ronnie had emphasized that last sentence intentionally. As Uncle Ronnie’s soft, slender hands slowly shifted down towards his bursting pants, all Johnathan could do was watch in horror. Horror which would only continue to grow the moment that button was released and Uncle Ronnie’s jeans were pulled wide open. For instead of seeing Uncle Ronnie’s underwear with a flat expanse at their crotch to match the rest of his uncle’s feminine body, what Johnathan actually saw sticking out of Uncle Ronnie’s crotch was a huge, bulbous, bulge the size of Johnathan’s fist. An absolutely enormous protrusion which proudly stretched out Uncle Ronnie’s boxers and would put any other man to shame.

“Ahhh~” Uncle Ronnie gasped with a blissful expression, his hands gently patting the thick bulge on his underwear. “It feels nice to let the boys get some fresh air, heh…”

At this point, Johnathan could feel a light blush coming to his face. The boy’s crotch stirred with excitement, his heart beating faster. Johnathan had always had a preclusion towards women with huge penises. Which is why seeing one of his favorite videogame characters in Palutena packing a hefty package of her own was enough to incite Johnathan’s arousal. The problem now was, of course, the fact that this same hot, cocked woman was ACTUALLY HIS FUCKING SHITHEAD UNCLE RIGHT NOW!!! Johnathan shivered in place, unable to move in any particular direction. His heart seemed to throb with a mixture of conflicting emotions, both excitement at seeing his main in real life, as well as disgust for finding his uncle even slightly attractive. It was a moment of paralysis and confusion that left Johnathan completely frozen and helpless. A problem which this new version of Uncle Ronnie was far away from having.

“Anyways, since I’m such a nice and loving uncle, how about I teach you the way to pick up any girl and finally get your virgin ass laid~?” A perverse smirk came across Uncle Ronnie’s face, the kind that sent shivers down Johnathan’s spine. He could see an ominous shadow appear over Uncle Ronnie’s eyes. Whatever he had in mind, Johnathan was sure it wasn’t good.

Turning his head away from Johnathan and towards the other side of the room, Uncle Ronnie began to scan through the rest of the family members standing about. His gaze settled upon Johnathan’s older sister, Samantha, while his smirk grew ever wider. Samantha was standing next to her husband, Enrique, with a big, innocent smile completely unaware of her uncle’s intentions. Enrique and Samantha had to be the most perfect couple Johnathan had ever seen, almost always flawlessly in tandem with one another. Both of their personalities were pretty similar, relaxed and kindhearted while also being serious and determined. They both tended to like similar things, like sappy romance shows and relaxing animal documentaries. Hell, they even had similar jobs, working as medical scientists, though Samantha focused on virulent diseases while Enrique worked with medical electronics.

The pair of husband and wife were like two peas in a pod. This much was blatantly apparent from the way Samantha earnestly smiled up at Enrique, not a hint of dissatisfaction in her expression. It helped that Enrique himself was pretty handsome. Perhaps not the most fit man in the world, but he worked out enough to have some muscle definition, and he towered far above the rest of the family in terms of height. His spiky hair and goatee also gave him a bit of a cool uncle look.

Not that any of this mattered to Uncle Ronnie, who raised his hand to Samantha with nefarious intent.

“Hey, Samantha babe! Come over here for a second please~” Uncle Ronnie called out in a tone that was sweet and soft, yet carried sickening undertones that made Johnathan’s skin crawl. “You can bring your tool of a husband too if you want to.”

Johnathan had originally expected his sister to give some kind of crazy reaction. Perhaps she’d be thoroughly confused at the sight of this person she’d never seen before, or maybe she’d feel suspicious of the voice of a woman she’d never heard. Scratch that, Johnathan expected everyone in the room to react with bewilderment. The way Uncle Ronnie had let his voice roar through the room was completely disruptive, quieting anyone and everyone else down in a shout. Surely, all of the attention should have been on him at this point. Certainly, the rest of Johnathan’s family would come to observe the oddity which to this point had only affected Johnathan himself.

However… No such moment came. Not a single person in the room save for Samantha and Enrique turned towards Uncle Ronnie, as the loud, womanly voice had simply entered through one ear and come out the other. Even Samantha and her husband gave no sort of shocked reaction. Instead, Samantha merely smiled warmly as she always does and began to walk towards Johnathan and his uncle without a worry in the world. It was as if Uncle Ronnie’s words just hadn’t registered in her mind, the subtle insults hurled at her at her husband remaining completely uncovered.

“Hi Johnny!” Samantha bounced happily as she stepped towards the couch, her huge melons wobbling with each step. Her eyes seemed to flicker with life, that is, until they turned towards Uncle Ronnie. Though her smile remained almost unchanged, the moment her eyes set upon Uncle Ronnie, her expression seemed to have shifted from genuine to forced and annoyed. “Uncle Ronnie. You’ve met my husband, right? Enrique.”

Standing beside her, Enrique at Johnathan with a friendly manner. “Hey Johnny!” His hand then formally extended towards Uncle Ronnie. “Please to meet you, Uncle Ronnie!”

However, Uncle Ronnie found the gesture quite distasteful. Almost immediately, he slapped Enrique’s hand away. His eyes seemed to pulsate with pure disdain at the sight of a man. “I don’t care about your stupid boyfriend or whatever!”

It was a textbook Uncle Ronnie interaction, just the way Johnathan had expected it to go. There was only one thing that didn’t sit right with this picture. Probable the fact that Uncle Ronnie CURRENTLY LOOKED LIKE A BIG BREASTED, GREEN HAIRED GODDESS!!!

As the incredulous sight played out before him, Johnathan couldn’t help but burst from the couch and onto his feet. Why the hell was no one reacting to this?! Why were they so willing to go along with this façade?!? Hell, how did his sister even know the buxom, green-haired woman on the couch was actually their uncle?! None of it made any sense! It was as if Johnathan was witnessing an entirely different reality to the one occurring around him!

“H-H-Hey, w-w-wait a second Sam!!” Johnathan stuttered, feeling less confident by the second. “C-C-Can’t you see it?! U-Uncle Ronnie is-!!!”

An expression of pure, genuine confusion came upon Samantha’s face as she looked at her brother. Turning her gaze towards Uncle Ronnie, Samantha’s eyes squinted ever so slightly as they went over every little detail of Uncle Ronnie’s slender, curvaceous, feminine form. Only for her to turn back at Johnathan with just as much confusion as she had before. This happened a couple of times, where Samantha would look at her uncle closely, before apologetically turning to Johnathan. Though she didn’t say or do anything against Johnathan, it was pretty clear. She had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

“Settle down Johnny~!” Uncle Ronnie shouted at his nephew with a lecherous smirk. “Let your uncle show you how you’re really supposed to handle a woman~”

Gaze shifting towards Samantha, Uncle Ronnie slowly began to raise his arms towards her precious, spectacled face. His slim, feminine hands gently cupped each side of Samantha’s head, gently caressing her cheeks in a manner that was much too intimate. And yet, Samantha didn’t even react. Innocently looking down towards her uncle, she just allowed the passionate petting and caressing as if she didn’t even notice it. Then, without any sort of warning, Uncle Ronnie violently pulled Samantha’s head down towards his own. And before Samantha could even fight back or react, Uncle Ronnie had already pressed his soft lips against hers in a deep, sloppy kiss.

Johnathan felt a knot of dread form in his stomach as he saw his uncle- His uncle who bore the body of a goddess, currently making out with his dear older sister. The sound of Uncle Ronnie’s loud, sloppy kisses and the sight of his tongue bulging through Samantha’s cheeks made Johnathan almost wretch. He could see the very panic and confusion in Samantha’s eyes as she tried to pry away from his mouth. Panic which, strangely enough, lasted no more than a couple of seconds, as the more Uncle Ronnie kissed Johnathan’s sister, the less resistance she seemed to show. Samantha’s eyes slowly became blank, her expression turning vacant. It was as if all of her disgust and hatred was being actively sucked by Johnathan’s uncle!

Before long, not only was Samantha completely accepting of Uncle Ronnie’s mouth, she was actively participating in the kiss! As desire began to spark within Samantha’s eyes, the woman eagerly moaned into Uncle Ronnie’s mouth. Her head pushed forward with need, soft, plump lips pushing against Uncle Ronnie’s own womanly lips as if they just couldn’t get enough. Samantha’s legs were pushing together in pure submission. Her hands, once pushing against Uncle Ronnie’s shoulders, were now needily digging into his skin. It was a harrowing sight, never in his life had Johnathan seen his measured older sister in such a disheveled state. And yet, the idea that someone attractive and dominant could cause Samantha to totally submit in seconds… It was igniting something deep within Johnathan…

Perhaps the worst part of it all was the sheer powerlessness of the entire situation. By this point, Johnathan would have expected Samantha’s husband, Enrique, who was literally standing right beside her to do or even say something! But just like the rest of the abnormalities of the day, the man simply stood there with comfortable, unbothered expression. His eyes looked down at his wife kissing another beautiful woman, his ears most certainly had to be filled with the wet sounds of lips smacking together. It was like he could see it all, yet not fully comprehend it, as if a part of his brain had been twisted to find this all completely normal. The only person to witness the insanity of this situation was Johnathan himself.

Only after what seemed like an eternity, did Uncle Ronnie finally let go of Samantha’s lips. The goddess-bodied man gave Samantha one last loving kiss, before pushing her back and turning to Johnathan with a shit eating grin. Samantha herself staggered backwards from the sudden shift, her huge breasts wobbling madly as she swung back and forth without any semblance of balance. For a couple of seconds, her face seemed daze and ecstatic, as if the aftershocks of the kiss had frazzled her brain enough to keep her stuck in a limbo of pleasure long after the deed itself was over. As time passed and Samantha took a deep breath though, the woman slowly shifted back to the sister Johnathan had known and loved.

“Oh, Uncle Ronnie!” Samantha playfully shoved Uncle Ronnie’s shoulder after all was said and done. “You’re such a scamp! Next time warn me before you do that!”

That… That was it!??! Uncle Ronnie had straight up just assaulted her, and all that Samantha could muster was mild inconvenience!? Johnathan couldn’t believe it! Just when it felt like he’d seen it all, things just kept devolving further and further. Though Uncle Ronnie’s fresh saliva dripped from Samantha’s face, though his uncle lounged against the couch with the body of a MILF, bare breasts and a throbbing bulge, not a single soul seemed to give the responses which seemed most reasonable. Johnathan felt like the very rules of reality were being rewritten in real time.

“Look Johnny, it’s pretty simple.” Uncle Ronnie spoke with an authoritative tone, in much the way a master would address their student. “If you’ve got enough confidence, you can basically do whatever you want to a woman and she’ll just accept it. Which means it’s your job as a man to take whatever you desire~”

As if to accentuate his point, Uncle Ronnie quickly brought both of his hands up to Samantha’s chest. Gripping onto Samantha’s wooly shirt tightly, the female-bodied man almost effortlessly ripped Samantha’s top in two, causing her enormous, round, supple breasts to flop forward with jiggling and bouncing. Samantha barely reacted with little more than a gasp as her titanic breasts were exposed to the entire room around her. Her expression remained blissfully unaware while Uncle Ronnie’s slender hands gently tugged down Samantha’s frilly white bra, revealing Samantha’s fat, bulbous nipples to the fresh air. She even leaned down towards Uncle Ronnie just slightly, putting her breasts on the same level as Uncle Ronnie’s face!

With Samantha’s huge, wobbly, bare tits no more than a few inches away from Uncle Ronnie’s face, the goddess-bodied man wasted no time indulging in this feast. The entirety of Uncle Ronnie’s head immersed itself deep inside Samantha’s vast, copious cleavage, leaving only his long, green hair visible as he eagerly motorboated the fat tits. The sound of soft kissing and tender smooching soon followed. Uncle Ronnie left no inch of Samantha’s breasts unexplored. From the supple sides which he suckled with gusto, to the areolas which he rubbed his face against. Uncle Ronnie would wrap his entire mouth around one of Samantha’s nipples, sucking, biting and pulling away from the tit with a bestial hunger. It was pretty apparent that he was not holding back an ounce of his pure, unabashed desires.

In fact, this much was apparent as Johnathan could see Uncle Ronnie’s cock slowly grow harder in his sweaty boxers. At first it just started gently nudging against his dirty underwear, its throbbing slow and methodical like a dragon slowly waking from its slumber. But the more he sucked Samantha’s breast, the more he inhaled her tit sweat and absorbed her body heat, the harder his cock became. Soon the penis was actively fighting against its restraints, shaft pushing defiantly into the cloth that surrounded it. Each throb its resistance became greater, each pulse it stretched the cloth of his underwear. Until finally, with one decisive thrust, Uncle Ronnie’s cock burst through his underwear, allowing a massive 16-inch pole to rise defiantly from his crotch.

Johnathan couldn’t lie, Uncle Ronnie’s cock had to be the most beautiful girl cock he had ever seen in his life. Even just seeing it now had caused Johnathan’s stirring loins to shift into a fully grown erection. It just looked so… Beautiful, so perfect… Its tip was wide and fat, a bulbous cockhead that shone in a brilliant pink color that exuded pure dominance. His urethra was so wide you could fuck it, and its rim was so elongated and girthy, Johnathan was sure anything could get stuck to it. Though it was large, it didn’t look too thin or girthy. Its pulsing veins and engorged front gave it the appearance of a perfectly picturesque dick. And even the balls down below looked absolutely splendid, as they rested between Uncle Ronnie’s thick thighs gurgling and bloating up with fresh cum. It was the kind of beautiful, extravagant body that would be thoroughly impossible to ignore.

And yet, even now both Samantha and her husband remained completely oblivious to the entire situation. Enrique’s gentle, generally friendly demeanor remained totally unchanged while Uncle Ronnie immersed himself in Samantha’s breast. Samantha herself just barely gasped and grunted at the sensation of her titties being sucked and pulled with reckless abandon.

“So, how are you enjoying it here?” Samantha turned to her husband, her smile bright and wide. The slight blush on her face could have indicated her affection towards Enrique just as much as her pleasurable reactions to Uncle Ronnie’s caresses.

“It’s been fun! Your family can be a bit chaotic, but they’re all very friendly.” Enrique answered earnestly, the sounds of Uncle Ronnie’s deep, soppy kisses serving as the background to his words. “That being said, it’s so much colder here than I expected…”

“Aww, don’t worry sweetie!” Samantha exclaimed gently, placing a comforting hand on Samantha’s tits. The man was left totally breathless, his face dripping with saliva while his earnest cock throbbed up and down with desire. “Just a couple more days and we’ll be back home, okay?”

“Puaahhh!!!” Having gotten his fill, Uncle Ronnie finally pushed himself away from Samantha’s titanic jugs. “Oh man, that never gets old~” He sighed happily to himself, before his eyes turned towards Samantha’s crotch and he licked his lips devilishly. “Now, how about we get a look at the goods, eh?”

Body slithering as smoothly as a venomous snake in the grass, Uncle Ronnie slowly leaned down towards Samantha. Each one of his hands grabbed onto the sides of Samantha’s grey sweatpants and he began to slowly and meticulously pull them down. Inch after inch of Samantha’s lower body was carefully revealed, from her plump, girthy thighs to her round protruding ass, all the way down to her knees. And with her pants down, all that Samantha had left to cover her most intimate bits was a pair of thin, floral patterned white panties. Samantha’s panties were slightly damp, no doubt a result of Uncle Ronnie’s perverted hands. Its straps stretched far around her thighs, as if it was just barely holding it all together. With his hands gently wrapping around the panties’ strings, all Uncle Ronnie had to do was gently pull down in order to finally reveal Samantha’s pussy.

Never in his life, had Johnathan ever imagined he would see his older sister’s vagina. It was the sort of thing so far from the realm of consideration, it seemed unimaginable. Yet no matter how implausible it might have seen, here he was nonetheless. Samantha’s bare pussy stood right before his very eyes. Johnathan’s older sister’s womanhood was very plump and thick, its labia so large that her innards were fully covered. There was a slight ooze of arousal that trickled down her thick lips, which quivered to Uncle Ronnie’s touch. Above her slit, a flurry of pubes not too thick but certainly numerous enough covered her crotch. It really did look like a delectable pussy, had it not belonged to Johnathan’s sister.

“Damn! Your sister already has a juice MILF pussy!” Uncle Ronnie yelled crassly, not caring how vulgar or insulting his words might have seemed. Wrapping both arms around Samantha’s waist, he pressed his face against the soft plumpness of Samantha’s thighs. “I can’t believe my niece had such a plump, slutty body this whole time~”

Samantha did little more than giggle at Uncle Ronnie’s demeaning statement, treating it as if it was just a light joke. Or perhaps she was feeling ticklish from the way that Uncle Ronnie’s soft hands dug into the plumpness of her thigh. For Uncle Ronnie himself however, this was no joking matter.

“No, I’m being serious!” The lecherous man reiterated with a firm voice, which served to contrast the way he unabashedly pressed his face against the side of Samantha’s ass. “Instead of being a stupid scientist or whatever the fuck you do, you should become my personal bitch cock-sleeve. You would be much better at that~”

“Ngh~ B-But Uncle Ronnie!” Samantha gasped lightly, as Uncle Ronnie’s groping grew in intensity. “I-I like being a medical scientist!”

“And you think I care?!” Uncle Ronnie spat back angrily, before sinking his teeth deep into Samantha’s thighs. “From now on, your only job is servicing my cock whenever I ask for it, got it?”

“Hmmm…” Samantha hummed to herself thoughtfully, a fact Johnathan just couldn’t believe. Was she actually considering Uncle Ronnie’s suggestion?? Samantha, the proud, independent woman who was passionate about being a scientist and had spent so many years studying in university?! She was now actually entertaining such a ridiculous request?!

“Alright! I’ll do it!” Samantha bounced up happily, cheerfully accepting the position offered by her uncle like it was an upgrade. “I promise to be your bitch cock-sleeve and tend to all your needs!”

The only reason why Johnathan’s mouth wasn’t hanging any wider was because it physically couldn’t. Why?! How?! For some reason things just kept getting worse and worse! Samantha ignoring Uncle Ronnie’s perverted behavior as if she couldn’t see it was one thing. But now she was actively participating in the depraved madness?! None of it made any sense! Johnathan felt like the very world around him was turning upside down, no apparent rules or consistency to grasp to.

“Heheheh~ That’s what I like to hear!” Uncle Ronnie cheered with pride as he finally tore himself away from Samantha’s thighs. The man looked up and down the length of Samantha’s body, as if he was inspecting her intimately. “That being said… I think we could do a little bit better…” Suddenly, he turned sharply towards Johnathan. “Don’t you, Johnny~?”

While maintaining full, uninterrupted eye-contact with Johnathan, Uncle Ronnie swiftly moved his hands towards Samantha’s crotch. His fingers began to slowly spread Samantha’s plump, vaginal lips apart without a single care in the world. Moist arousal oozed out of her innards as Samantha’s fleshy insides were exposed, her body quivering in place the more Uncle Ronnie rubbed and defiled her most intimate spots. Then, once Samantha’s pussy was properly spread and her hole was fully lubricated, Uncle Ronnie suddenly thrust his entire hand deep inside of Samantha’s vagina in a single motion.

Samantha screamed and bounced in the air from the sudden, unexpected assault. The woman’s legs began to tremble in place, barely able to hold her upright. A deep shade of red began to enshroud her face, body stiffening in an attempt to quell all of the stimulation that came from Uncle Ronnie’s hands. Though not at a single point did Samantha say anything negative to Uncle Ronnie. In fact, it seems as if she hadn’t even considered such an idea, the sensations of Uncle Ronnie’s whole hand delving deep into her vaginal crevice were more than certainly having an overbearing effect on Samantha. The helpless Samantha was left totally breathless, while the damp sounds of her vaginal walls being played with echoed through the air. Every little touch seemed to make her body shake and quiver, any miniscule motion and caress send a shrill of explicit pleasure through her body.

But it wasn’t just physical pleasure that Samantha was experiencing. No… There was something more, a strange heat coursing through her veins. It was like her very skin was tingling with static electricity, while her insides tensed as if tickled by butterflies. The first thing that Johnathan noticed was the way Samantha’s thick legs jiggled. Her thick thighs seemed to tremble incessantly, and not just because of the way her body was shaking. Rather, it seemed like she was actively getting thicker! Pound after pound of mass filled the woman’s legs, making her curvier and plump. Samantha’s ass began to grow steadily, taking on a smooth, round shape.

And these changes only continued to intensify as they traveled up her body. Samantha’s slightly chubby stomach thinned out and became impeccably thin, giving her a sexy slender waist the likes only models could dream of achieving. Her already sizable breasts jiggled and wobbled as they grew a couple extra cup sizes, far surpassing the size of her very own head. Instead of looking like a regular 30-year-old woman, Samantha was slowly starting to resemble a perverted porn caricature of some kind.

But perhaps the greatest change of all came around Samantha’s head. The older sister’s once long, beautiful brown hair slowly began to shrink. Its tips began to take a shade of red, a deep red that slowly spread further and further until it completely encompassed the entirety of Samantha’s hair. Samantha’s previously normal-looking brown eyes shimmered as they shifted to a bright red. Features softened, nose shrinking and eyes becoming larger to make Samantha look extra cute. Samantha’s hair finished shrinking into a red-colored, fluffy round bobcut that reached no longer than the nape of her neck. And as if to top it all off a golden V-shaped circlet with a big green crystal suddenly appeard atop of Samantha’s head.

Then it finally hit him. Johnathan’s sister… She now looked like a virtual replica of Pyra, the beautiful fiery headed blade from the Xenoblade series, and yet another fighter from Johnathan’s favorite Smash Brothers. Seeing such a perfect replica of a video game character in real life was just as shocking to Johnathan as it had been the first time. Not to mention the fact that it was his sister whose appearance had completely twisted to fit that of a character who didn’t really exist. Samantha’s old glasses still rested atop her face, but the voice that came out in whimpers as her pussy continued to be filled was not that of the woman he’d grown up with. His sister’s clothes were still bulky and dorky, yet her body was totally luscious and sexy.

That being said, even her clothes wouldn’t last much longer. Without any sort of warning, Samantha’s old clothes began to shine until they were glowing hot white. Then, in an explosion of sparkles, they were all completely replaced. Instead of tennis shoes and yoga pants, Samantha now wore bright red thigh highs and heels. Her previous bulky jacket had been completely replaced with the armored shoulder piece that Pyra usually wore, except her breasts and pussy remained completely exposed. In every single way possible, Johnathan’s sister had transformed into Pyra.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about! I love these video game babes.”  Uncle Ronnie chuckled loudly, looking over Samantha like a craftsman looking over their latest masterpiece. “But… It still feels like something’s missing... Aha-!”

As Uncle Ronnie’s emerald green eyes glimmered with a devious idea, he started pushing his arm deeper and deeper into Samantha’s tight pussy. Samantha screamed out in pleasure, the new, clear youthful cadence in her voice making it clear that she was not the same sister as before. The further Uncle Ronnie’s hand plunged into Samantha’s pussy, the more her body twisted from the extreme amounts of stimulation. Yet no matter how loud she yelled or how much her body trembled, nobody around them seemed to react. Enrique’s eyes seemed almost blank as he looked over at his wife who looked barely able to contain herself.

Only once Uncle Ronnie reached Samantha’s deepest regions did his arm finally stop. His hands seemed to tightly grasp onto something within the depths of Samantha’s womb, causing her to bellow out in pleasure yet again. Then… He began to pull out. In the same meticulous manner in which Uncle Ronnie had started plunging his arm deep into Samantha’s pussy, he now made the effort to reel it back out. But this time, there was something else alongside it. Johnathan could see it bulging through Samantha’s skin. There was something thick and bulbous slowly pushing out from within Samantha’s vagina. A strangely cylindrical protrusion that seemed to twitch and rumble with every inch it slid through Samantha’s innards. Little by little, Uncle Ronnie continued pulling and tugging at Samantha’s insides until-

POP~

With a deliciously satisfying pop echoing into the room, Uncle Ronnie’s hands finally broke away from Samantha’s insides. And it was far from the only thing that did so. Johnathan could merely stare in awe as he watched what could only be described as a gargantuan, throbbing cock slowly but meticulously pushing forth from within Samantha’s pussy. Its cockhead was bright pink and bulbous, shining with a slick damp, texture no doubt wet from Samantha’s own vaginal juices. Its shaft was as girthy as an axe’s handle, length full of wrinkles and veins that gave it a grotesque yet imposing appearance. Throb after throb, push after push, Samantha’s cock continued growing until it was about as long as her arm, when two massive, orange-sized testicles popped out of her pussy, completely sealing the organ up.

Mouth drooping down with shock, Johnathan stared wide eyed at the enormous, monster-sized member that had replaced his sister’s vagina. Samantha… Samantha now had a titanic dick, by far the longest Johnathan had ever seen in his life! It was even bigger than Uncle Ronnie’s own penis, which was already far above any average endowment. Her balls were so fat and heavy, they hung a couple of inches below her crotch, gurgling and throbbing with overflowing amounts of sperm. The sight of this beautiful Pyra swinging around an arm-sized dick was awe inspiring as much as it was mortifying. The former because of how much Johnathan loved this type of woman, because of how much he found Pyra attractive, while the latter was relegated to the fact that this was also now her sister…

“There we go! Finally, that is much better! Don’t you think, Johhny~?”  Uncle Ronnie gave a raucous laugh, his expression lecherous and nefarious. Without any sort of warning, he suddenly slapped Samantha’s fat ass swiftly, causing it to jiggle and wobble. “Now, what do you say to your uncle now that he’s given you such a thick dick?”

“Ah-!” Samantha gasped loudly, looking down at her new heaving appendage with a mixture of confusion and lust. “Thank you for giving me such a big cock Uncle Ronnie!” The girl happily exclaimed with a bounce, causing her titanic dick to flop up and down in its semi-erect state. “This fat dong fits me much better than my old pussy ever did!”

“Heheh, that’s what I like to hear…” Uncle Ronnie licked his lips as he gawked lusciously at Samantha’s bubbly ass and pulsating dick. He then reclined back on the couch, spreading his legs far apart and letting his hard cock point firmly towards the sky. “Now enough chit chat. How about you actually get to doing your job and start bouncing on my cock, huh?”

“O-Oh, yes!” Samantha retorted with a shy, timid voice. It almost sounded embarrassed, as if she was ashamed it had taken so long for her to get to pleasuring his penis. “At once, Uncle Ronnie!”

Wasting not a second of time, Samantha carefully slumbered ever closer to the couch where Uncle Ronnie was sitting. Her body wobbled left and right as she moved, unsteady not just because of the copious amounts of fat it bore, but also because it felt dizzy and strangely unfamiliar to her. Placing one foot on the couch, Samantha struggled to climb on top of Uncle Ronnie. Her fat cheeks wobbled as she rose in altitude, heavy breast swaying as her hand pulled on the backrest to help her climb further up. As Samantha’s other foot climbed onto the couch, her crotch and thus her cock thrust directly into Uncle Ronnie’s face. Not that he seemed to mind much. Stretching his neck a couple of inches forward, Uncle Ronnie greedily wrapped his luscious lips around the entire tip of Samantha’s cockhead in one gulp. His eyes continued to look up at the woman with a dominant expression, even as his tongue eagerly licked up every last bit of her old vaginal juices. Poor Samantha was just left awkwardly standing her, cock throbbing in her uncle’s mouth until he finally decided to let go of her cockhead with a satisfied sigh.

Now safely standing atop of her couch, Samantha began to meticulously turn her body around. Her penis, which had become fully erect, proved to be a bit of a problem, as it firmly stretched almost a foot in front of her throwing off her balance. The rest of her body was just as unwieldy, for the unsteady floor that was the leather couch’s soft seats made it hard for her to remain steady with the copious amounts of jiggling fat in her form. As Samantha finally managed to turn her body away from Uncle Ronnie’s, Johnathan saw her heaving ass almost smash Uncle Ronnie right in the face. Though his perverted expression made it seem like he wouldn’t have cared even if she did. Little by little, the woman started to lower her ass onto his throbbing shaft. Samantha’s wobbly cheeks pushed back against Uncle Ronnie’s body, knees bending as she slowly lined her butthole against the tip of his cock until-

SLAM!!!

Having grown tired of waiting, Uncle Ronnie grabbed Samantha’s hips and slammed the woman’s entire ass onto his fully hardened penis. Samantha’s eyes bulged from her skull in pure surprise, a breathless gasp escaping from her trembling lips. For a couple of seconds, Samantha couldn’t even move. Her huge dick throbbed up and down restlessly, whilst her ass did its best to adjust to the massive pole which had so abruptly filled her. The insertion of Uncle Ronnie’s girthy dick deep inside of Samantha’s bowels had been so sudden, it left her momentarily paralyzed, stuck like a deer in headlights, unable to do anything but sit there and let the warmth of Uncle Ronnie’s cock overtake her ass whole.

As time passed and Samantha’s bearings returned however, she didn’t fling any kind of complaint or derision towards her uncle. There wasn’t even an acknowledgement of how badly he’d manhandled her body! Instead, Samantha simply began to shift her ass up and down Uncle Ronnie’s erect pole, as if this was her only concern. The sway of Samantha’s ass was slow and methodical at first, barely moving a few inches from the place she’d been impaled. From the uncomfortable expression on her face, it was clear that even now, she was still getting used to the sensation of Uncle Ronnie’s huge penis filling her insides, feeling the way it throbbed and pulsed within her form.

Little by little though, Samantha began to pick up in speed and intensity. Samantha’s hips reached further and further with each swing of her hips, her footing growing steadier as her motions became more confident. There was no instructions or directions coming from Uncle Ronnie himself either. He didn’t even touch her after that initial yank. Instead, the man relaxed back on the couch with a perverted smile, enjoying the tight sensations of Samantha’s anus clinging to his cock. No, all of the effort came directly from Samantha herself. Samantha was the one who started putting intensity into her motions, Samantha was the one who grew more energetic and excited the longer she bounced on Uncle Ronnie’s cock. But as the passion of the pair’s intercourse grew, something seemed to shift within Samantha herself.

The previously pained expression that Samantha had displayed on her face the moment Uncle Ronnie penetrated her seemed to slowly dissipate into one of excitement. Her once pained and troubled grunts gradually shifted to pleasured moans. At this point, Samantha’s cock was fully erect, bouncing eagerly along to the motions of her hips. Her nipples too seemed fully hardened, energetically twitching as her breasts wobbled up and down. The way her ass clapped loudly with each of her motions was much more energetic than they should have been. That blissful smile on her face, the unbendingly firm dick on her crotch, these weren’t the signs of someone who was doing it against their will. No… Somehow… It seemed like Samantha was actively enjoying getting plowed in the ass!!!

“H-H-How is it, Uncle Ronnie~” Samantha barely managed to ask between gasp and pants, steadily sliding Uncle Ronnie’s massive cock in and out of her anus. “D-D-Does my butt feel good~?”

“Oh yeah, Sammy~” Uncle Ronnie’s lecherous smile glimmered with a glint of perversion. He lifted his hand and violently slapped one of Samantha’s ass cheeks, causing her to moan while her butt jiggled wildly in response. “This fat, redhead ass truly looks as good as it feels~”

With a satisfied sigh, Uncle Ronnie peacefully relaxed against the couch, happy to let the energetic Samantha do all the work for him. As his eyes began to wander around the room though, they had the misfortune of landing on Samantha’s husband, Enrique, who was still hovering around them even after Samantha had started submitting herself to Uncle Ronnie’s cock. Uncle Ronnie’s expression quickly soured, looking down at Enrique with a deep sense of annoyance.

“By the way Sam. Could you be a dear and tell your sissy husband to take a hike?” Uncle Ronnie spat with unflinching antagonism. “I don’t want him to just stand around while I use his wife.”

“A-Ah! O-Of course Uncle Ronnie!” Face still alight with pleasure and ecstasy from Uncle Ronnie’s cock, Samantha turned towards her husband with an almost innocent smile. “S-Sorry honey! W-Would you mind giving u-Uncle Ronnie and I some space~?”

Even as she spoke, Samantha did not stop moving her ass for a single second. Her cheeks continued to clap loudly, butthole swallowing more of Uncle Ronnie’s length while her whole body vibrated with lust. This was, after all, her most important task.

“I-I promise I’ll meet back up with you once I- Agghhhh~” Samantha moaned blissfully, her ass happily grinding back against Uncle Ronnie’s crotch. “O-Once I take care of Uncle Ronnie, o-okay~?”

Enrique’s eyes stared blankly at the form of his wife. He could clearly see her voluptuous body eagerly bouncing up and down on top of Uncle Ronnie’s thick cock, her fat cheeks clapping loudly with each motion of her hips. His gaze peered directly at Samantha’s face, observing the face of a woman he never knew while recognizing that this expression now belonged to his wife. Whatever Enrique had known to be Samantha, whichever way he remembered she should look or act, it most certainly bore little resemblance to the woman who stood before him right now. And yet, Enrique didn’t seem much too bothered.

No… Instead, he simply smiled back at Samantha.

“Alright honey.” Enrique spoke in a completely calm and unbothered tone. “I’ll let you and uncle Ron finish up here. Come get me when you’re done, okay?”

And with that, Enrique simply… Turned around and left. Johnathan was thoroughly shocked at how easily Enrique had left his wife with such terrible, perverted man as Uncle Ronnie. Well, at least he wanted to be shocked. Though the truth is that at this point, he was starting to expect it. The world was not functioning as it should have been. There was a depraved corruption coursing through the air, and poor Enrique had ended up as yet another one of its victims. While his wife continued getting railed by Uncle Ronnie’s cock, Enrique simple meandered to another place in the home, blissfully unaware of the defilement of the one he held most dear.

“Mmmmpph~ That’s what I’m talking about~” Uncle Ronnie happily groaned, his depraved, horny expression twisting Palutena’s face. “I think we’ve had enough foreplay though. It’s about time we really got serious~”

As much as Uncle Ronnie loved Samantha doing all the work for him, it seemed like even now, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Lunging forward towards Samantha, Uncle Ronnie firmly placed both of his hands on Samantha’s slender hips and began to violently slam her down on his crotch again and again and again. Samantha let out another ear-shattering howl, though this one was filled with pure pleasure. The sound of Samantha’s fat ass clapping against Uncle Ronnie’s crotch rang even louder and faster than before. Her cock flopped up and down wildly, while the bulge of Uncle Ronnie’s penis was visible on her stomach as he pushed her up and down his length. Though Samantha’s body was pretty big and hefty, Uncle Ronnie seemed to be moving her so effortlessly, it was as if he was pounding a small sex toy.

It was clear from a simple glance that Uncle Ronnie was being as vicious and violent on Samantha as he possibly could be. Every time Samantha’s rim met the hilt of Uncle Ronnie’s cock, her entire body would reverberate in response. Samantha’s fat tittied jiggled wildly, her thick penis throbbed and throbbed until it was dripping copious amounts of precum from its tip. Deep inside Samantha’s ass, the girl could feel the tip of Uncle Ronnie’s cock rubbing and nudging against her new prostate. The way his cockhead grinded passionately against her new organ sent a cascade of ecstasy the likes she’d never experienced before directly into her brain.

Yet no matter how brusquely Uncle Ronnie treated her, Samantha didn’t once complain. Regardless of how tightly he clenched onto her body, or how harshly he slammed her down on his crotch, or how effortlessly his cock tore through her butt, Samantha’s blissful expression didn’t change for a single second. It was as if her brain had been totally rewired, any semblance of common sense twisted and corrupted until the only thing that truly mattered to her was pleasure, and how much of it she could bring to her uncle. Samantha’s source of joy had been turned into Uncle Ronnie’s greedy, lustful desires.

“Aaggghhhh~ Uncle Ronnie~ You know how much I love it when you treat me like the disposable cum dump I am~” Samantha howled loudly into the room. There was not a single scrap of shame behind Samantha’s words, no lies underneath her tone of voice. It appeared like these were Samantha’s genuine, unfiltered desires.

“Heh, you know it baby~” Uncle Ronnie continued thrusting into Samantha with his unrelenting demeanor. While still holding onto her waist with his right hand, Uncle Ronnie lifted his left hand and began groping one of Samantha’s breasts. His fingers sunk deep into her soft flesh, his cock pounding against her ass again and again. It truly looked like she belonged to him.

“Maybe it’s about time you stopped pretending to be a real woman and just gave in to your real calling.” Uncle Ronnie continued, his words as vicious as his hardened cock deep in Samantha’s butt. “How about you finally dump that sissy husband of yours and become one of my fulltime bitch-cock sleeves~”

All of a sudden, Samantha’s eyes shot wide open, though Johnathan wasn’t sure if it was due to shock or just sheer excitement. It looked like her body had become incredibly stiff for a moment, almost as if frozen in time. While Uncle Ronnie continued to pound her from behind, Samantha gritted her teeth and grunted. Uncle Ronnie hadn’t exactly issued a command, it was more of a suggestion. So technically Samantha could say no without much problem. However, there was something deep inside Samantha preventing her from outright denying the request. Johnathan could see the internal battle playing out in her quivering eyes. A fight between immeasurable pleasure and her sister’s original demeanor.

“I… I… I…” Samantha stuttered and panted, barely able to form a coherent thought. Johnathan couldn’t help but gasp. No… There was no way his sister was actually considering it… Right…?

“I… I… I WOULD LOVE TO, UNCLE RONNIE~~” As the pressure came to its apex, Samantha unfortunately fell prey to the powers that stood far beyond her grasp. “THERE IS NOTHING I WOULD LOVE MORE THAN BECOMING YOUR ONE AND ONLY PERSONAL COCK-SLEEVE BITCH-WIFE~~~”

Eyes rolling to the back of her head, Samantha began to experience the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt to date. Her whole body tightened, sagging balls contracting upwards as her cock started to fill up with hot semen. Cum sputtered from her tip like hot steam erupting from a geyser, splattering all over the floor as her thick, hardened dick throbbed up and down relentlessly. Samantha’s penile ejaculation was so powerful, it made her feel like her brain was crumbling into pieces. The sensation of Uncle Ronnie’s cockhead smashing against her pulsating prostate was enough to leave her thoughts completely blank. Both in body and mind, Johnathan’s sister had been molded into something entirely different to the big sister he’d always admired.

“Woah! Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves!” Uncle Ronnie tightened his grip around Samantha, thrusting with increased fervor as he too approached his climax. “Your ass is tight as hell, but I never said you could be my only cock sleeve! A man like me deserves a couple of horny bitches to fuck. So you’ll have the pleasure of being one of my slut wives, okay?”

Yet no matter how cruel Uncle Ronnie’s words seemed to be, Samantha continued to orgasm ecstatically. Samantha’s cock twitched as thick load after load blasted from the tip of her girthy urethra. Her face was stuck in a perpetual expression of mindless ecstasy while Uncle Ronnie continued to abuse her ass even after she had fully reached her climax. In fact, Samantha’s pleasure only continued growing the moment she felt Uncle Ronnie slam her down one final time, allowing his hardened dick to start spewing ropes of hot cum directly into her anus. Uncle Ronnie’s groans of ecstasy were nothing compared to the screams of utter bliss that came from Samantha’s mouth, feeling her master’s hot semen fill her innards. Like a hose out of control, her cock began to sputter even thicker and larger globs of semen. A streak of tears ran down Samantha’s beautiful face, tears that came from excruciating pleasure. It was blatantly clear to see that Samantha was the person enjoying this the most in this entire room.

Throughout it all, Uncle Ronnie sat back on the couch with a satisfied, lecherous smirk. His beautiful, feminine face, gorgeous eyes and plump lips were deformed into an expression of pure adultery. His voice, motherly and tender, oozed with a tone of domination and harshness. Though even now, he looked like the perfect replica of Palutena that he was, his true depraved nature continued lurking within. Gaze aimed directly at Johnathan in an almost prideful manner, Uncle Ronnie continued dumping shot after shot of cum directly into Johnathan’s sister’s ass. The sight of Johnathan’s hero, Palutena, deep inside of the person who was supposed to be his sister would surely be seared deep inside of Johnathan’s mind for years to come.

It was… It was frankly horrible. Like the scene of one of the worst nightmares Johnathan could ever come up with. But perhaps the worst part of all, far worse than the betrayal, the horror and the helplessness, was the fact that even now… Johnathan was more aroused than he’d ever been before… Johnathan’s cock was so stiff at this moment, the boy was forced to use both hands to push down on his erection so it wouldn’t bulge through his pants. The boy’s underwear was damp with precum, and each breath he could feel the tight throbbing of his dick against the beat of his heart.

Despite acting like a bratty, edgy boy, the truth was that Johnathan had always been a huge bottom. Scenes like these of women with huge cocks dominating their peers with sheer power were exactly the type of things that got Johnathan’s gears going. The main thing bothering Johnathan about this whole situation was, obviously, the fact that the beautiful green haired goddess before him was actually one of the people he hated most in the world. Thinking about how his uncle turned his loving sister into a mindless, cock-wielding slut was utterly horrifying. But even then… They didn’t look like Johnathan’s family, they didn’t sound like the people he’d known. Instead, both his uncle and his sister looked like incredibly attractive anime women which Johnathan had already pleasured himself to many times already. It was like his mind and his desires hadn’t fully caught up to each other, leaving this odd disconnect reverberating inside him.

“See, Jimbo? I told you getting yourself a hot slut to fuck was easy! All you gotta do is be confident!” Uncle Ronnie chuckled brashly, giving Samantha’s ass a heavy slam as he finished dumping the last of his semen inside her. “Now it’s your turn! How bout you finally get off your ass and give your sister some loving? Her cock is still hard as diamonds! I bet she’d love to have your mouth wrapped around it!”

The proposal was so sudden and abrupt, Johnathan audibly gasped, his body stumbling backwards by a couple of steps. D-Doing something like that with his sister?!? It was unthinkable! Johnathan’s rational brain instantly knew that, and yet he couldn’t help but feel his eyes drawn towards the sight of Samantha’s long, girthy girlcock. His mouth watered as he saw its glistening pink cockhead, urethra still oozing with cum. The throbbing veins on her length made him short of breath, its girthy size and endless twitching made Johnathan’s own member thump with desire. N-No… H-He couldn’t do that…

“Come on Johnny~” Samantha suddenly exclaimed with genuine excitement, arms spreading open towards Johnathan while her cock thumped up and down. “Let’s both become Uncle Ronnie’s bitch-wife sluts~”

No!! Johnathan couldn’t do it! He couldn’t lose to his desires!! And he most certainly wasn’t about to give himself up to his shitty uncle! No matter how aroused he felt, or how attractive Uncle Ronnie’s body looked, this was a step too far. No, things had gone way too far long ago, but now Johnathan could seriously not take it any longer.

Turning away from his uncle and his sister, Johnathan began to run as fast away as his body would allow him to. The boy stumbled against one of his other family members, heart thumping as he struggled to keep his composure. Vision blurry and breathing heavy, Johnathan couldn’t help but bump against a wall, some furniture, and even his own feet. But he didn’t let anything stop him. Not the growing commotion behind him, nor any sort of physical obstacle that came across his way. Johnathan just had to get away.

As Johnathan entered the main hallway of his home and began rushing up the stairs, he could feel tears forming in his eyes. He had no idea what he would do after this honestly. He had no idea what he could do, other than just escape. Were all of these strange changes permanent, or was there a way to turn things back to normal? Would it all get worse while Johnathan was away, or would things start to settle down? Even the very factuality of the previous events seemed hazy. Did all of that stuff actually happen, or had Johnathan just hallucinated it? Questions like these swirled endlessly around Johnathan’s mind, but the answers were nowhere near. Unsure and unable to do anything else, Johnathan turned to the only thing he knew how to do. Lock himself in his own room.

Bursting through the door to his bedroom, Johnathan slammed the door behind him with force. He made sure to lock it as usual, before throwing himself haphazardly onto his own bed. Laying down on the soft covers of his comfortable bed, Johnathan gasped heavily. The intense physical sensations of his body were wearing down on him, from the physical exhaustion of having run all the way from his living room, to the mental exhaustion of those horribly perverted sights he’d been so unlucky to observe, to even the throbbing arousal he still felt from his aching cock. All of these wracked against Johnathan’s psyche, pumping along to the beat of his heartbeat. They rhythmically thrummed on his body again and again and again, until finally they brought the boy into a deep state of sleep.

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There was a fog. A cloud of thickness. A pressuring smog clinging to Johnathan’s chest, making the very act of breathing difficult.

Darkness embroiled the entirety of his surroundings. Pitch black nothingness that consumed all and left nothing visible.

A state of futile paralysis. Johnathan tried moving his limbs, but his body would not respond. Helplessness and dread crept right through him like a sickness infecting every inch of his form.

Johnathan’s heart began to palpitate rapidly. Dread, fear and confusion all amalgamated together into a sensation of noxious anxiety that made the boy’s blood run cold. He could feel a strange force approaching him. Getting closer and closer. A force so far beyond Johnathan’s control, even the very thought of containing it was futile. A force so vast, Johnathan couldn’t even come close to understanding.

His heart beat faster and faster with each passing second. He could feel this strange surge overtaking him, slowly slathering atop him like a blanket of muck covering him whole. Sweat began to pour freely throughout Johnathan’s whole body. His immobile form twitched and spasmed without control, in a desperate yet useless attempt to break free of these overpowering energies. More and more, Johnathan felt himself being consumed by this darkness. His lungs gave out, breathing stopped. His limbs locked up, freezing him in place. He was- He was going to-!!

Johnathan bolted upwards from his bed in a flash. His sweaty palms pushed him up from the flat, soft, surface of his sheets. His face stared down directly at the puddle of dampness where he’d just been laying on seconds ago. A myriad of exhausted, overexerted pants left Johnathan’s mouth, desperate to push oxygen back into his lungs. Meanwhile, the boy’s heart seemed to be going haywire, thumping so harshly through his chest he could hear his own heartbeat inside his ears. The dying orange light of the setting sun made its way over the horizon and through Johnathan’s window, splashing his face with a moody hue and his body with an ever so slight modicum of warmth.

It was… It had been… Johnathan took a deep breath. There was a sticky sensation clinging onto his cheek, no doubt from the drool that pooled on his bed. He could feel a tight soreness at the back of his throat and heaviness to his eyelids. A crumbling ache drilled Johnathan’s back, while his limbs seemed tired and worn, though these minor complaints were far more comfortable than the horrifying paralysis he had felt before. All of these earthly feelings, all of these physical sensations plaguing Johnathan’s body, they seemed to ground Johnathan in the world around him, separating from the otherworldly ether he’d been trapped in moments ago. As his chest rose and fell to the flow of air into his lungs, Johnathan could slowly feel all the feelings of despair slowly fizzle away from his body. It seemed like it had all just been a dream.

Slowly and cumbersomely, Johnathan began to shift his body around the bed until he managed to sit himself upright. He craned his neck in an attempt to soften the discomfort in his back, his eyes staring blankly into the rest of his room. Having returned to a relative state of calmness, Johnathan tried to recall what it was in that dream that had gotten him so riled up. There wasn’t anything specific on his mind. Not in the sense that he’d already forgotten, as one can easily do after waking up from a dream. But instead of any terrible imaginary scene he might have conjured up in his subconscious, the thing that had horrified Johnathan so much was more of a… A feeling. Some strange kind of sensation he could not quite explain. A surge of radical energies which Johnathan could not control, but ones which held immense power.

No… Wait… There was something else… Johnathan could scarcely recall it.

Yes, that’s right! Johnathan just remembered it now! Those strange scenes of his ‘dear’ uncle Ronnie turning into Palutena! Transforming into a buxom, sexy woman with a huge penis and thoroughly corrupting Johnathan’s older sister! As soon as the memory resurged inside of Johnathan’s mind, the boy gave an earnest chuckle. What a stupid, horrible dream! Johnathan couldn’t even believe his brain came up with such a cursed scenario! The boy’s anxiety over his birthday had probably combined with his many sleepless hours of internet porn browsing to create the unholy amalgamation that had been that dream. An experience that seemed so harrowing and traumatizing in the moment, though one that seemed so silly now…

That being said… There was a part of Johnathan that still seemed somewhat shook. A little tinge of concern that thumped from the depths of his heart. All of the images, all of the sounds, all of the memories of that terrible, depraved dream that replayed in his mind… They felt so real, so palpable, so much more realistic and life-like than any dream Johnathan had ever experienced before. Those sensations of pure noxious dread that had imbedded themselves into his psyche were so powerful, there was no way they could have come from his own imagination. It made him doubt himself, it made him think… What if it hadn’t been a dream. What if this perverse corruption of reality had actually taken place…?

Before Johnathan fell down the pit of despair though, the boy slapped himself with both hands. What the hell was he thinking?! Old men turning into big tittied women with cocks? Everyone around him failing to react even as his sister was fucked in the living room? None of those things were possible! This was the real world, not some kind of perverted, online fantasy! There was absolutely no way in hell any of those things Johnathan ‘remembered’ from his dream could have been possible! Which meant there was no reason for him to get stressed out over it. No, Johnathan was much stronger than that. Even if sometimes getting over his anxieties could prove to be quite the struggle.

Slowly raising himself from the bed, Johnathan decided to put all of those worries behind once and for all. He didn’t even care to go to the living room to make absolutely sure that it had just been a dream. Because… There was no point to it! Johnathan was 100% sure the moment he walked into the living room, he’d just see his boring family just standing around and chatting to each other, while Uncle Ronnie would be rotting away on the couch. The image was so crystal clear in his mind, that Johnathan found no reason to even confirm it. Instead, there was something much more important Johnathan should be taking care of now…

Groooowwl…

Johnathan’s stomach grumbled with raucous hunger. After all the stress from his birthday, his long sleep and the anxiety from his dream, Johnathan had become quite starved. And if the waning sun was any indication, dinner time was right around the corner. As much as Johnathan would have preferred to just lock himself up in his room, the boy decided instead he should go out and get himself some delicious home food. His mom always made an incredible feast whenever the family came around. Plus, any anxiety he might have over interacting with the rest of his family members would certainly be nothing compared to whatever crazy scenario he’d conjured in his sleep.

As Johnathan began making his way towards the door, he stumbled on the clothes and shoes scattered all over his messy floor. It wasn’t just the mess that had affected his footing though. For some reason, his entire form felt overly light and floaty. Johnathan’s balance seemed to be off, as if he had somehow forgotten how to handle his own body. The feeling was strangely familiar. Johnathan vaguely remembered experiencing something similar after he blew out the candles to his cake a couple hours ago, right before his uncle had…

Johnathan shook his head rapidly. What the hell was he thinking?! That entire birthday scene in the living room had been nothing more than another part of his crazy dream! At least that’s what Johnathan wanted to believe, considering how closely related it was to the insane despair he’d felt before. The problem was that now Johnathan genuinely couldn’t remember how his birthday party actually concluded. His only memory of the event was the same as the one in the dream. Could it be that his dream was so bad, it had somehow warped his memory and left spots in his recollection? Was it so impactful, it just made him forget how it went? Or perhaps, could it be that…

Again, Johnathan intentionally disregarded any sort of thought that could lead to further pessimism. The boy swung open the door to his room with a brusque motion and began to march down his hallway with firm stomps. His face seemed stern as he made his way through his old family home, his heart steeled so that no weakness would be allowed to seep out. Johnathan was no longer entertaining the idea of anything stupid or impossible happening. He vehemently and actively suppressed the very idea that his dream could have been anything close to reality. Unlike previously, where he’d appealed to the laws of physics and reality, Johnathan now relied purely on his own stubbornness and sheer will. The stupid dream was fake because it was fake, and that was that. Though even now, a tiny little twinge of doubt continued to bury itself in the depths of Johnthan’s soul...

A quick march down the stairs confronted Johnathan with two different options on where to go next, the living room or the kitchen. The living room would be guaranteed to have some kind of food ready for Johnathan’s consumption, be it a hearty meal prepared by Johnathan’s mother, or at least some leftover snacks or cake from the party. However, it would also most certainly contain the rest of Johnathan’s family members, which he wished to avoid like the plague. The kitchen on the other hand had the possibility of being empty of food, though it could also have the benefit of being empty of people.

In the end, the choice was pretty obvious for Johnathan. Turning left towards the kitchen, the young man decided to slowly peer inside while steering clear of the living room. It wasn’t that he was intentionally avoiding the living room, by the way. He hadn’t just picked the kitchen because he was scared of confirming that which he dreaded so much. He just… He was just… A-Avoiding that horrible social interaction with other people that he disliked so much! That was what truly troubled Johnathan. The idea of his uncle as this sexy, futa Palutena didn’t even linger in his mind. It was basically background noise as he stepped into the kitchen. P-Plus, there was a chance the whole kitchen was empty, and he could sneak out some food without interacting with a single-

“Well, well, well, look who finally decided to come back~”

Johnathan literally jumped in surprise. His blood began to run cold, his face becoming as pale as snow. That voice, soft, feminine and motherly… It felt like it was sending tingles all the way down Johnathan’s spine. Little by little, the boy began to turn his face towards the voice, his body moving slow and mechanically as if his limbs were frozen solid.

Only for Johnathan’s eyes to set onto the only other person in the kitchen beside him, that being Martha, Johnathan’s loving mother.

Almost instantly, Johnathan let out a huge sigh of relief. His body relaxed, calmness spreading through every inch of his form. The shift from his tightened anticipation to his calm, safe environment sent a rush of dopamine through Johnathan’s brain.

“What’s the matter with you?” Martha asked in a concerned voice, her eyebrows raised to make a worried expression. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

“N-No, I’m okay…” Johnathan sighed. A slight smile crept onto his face, as if he wasn’t just saying it to his mother, but to himself. “I’m okay.”

Honestly, Johnathan couldn’t believe how ridiculously paranoid he was being right now. It was such a stupid reaction, Johnathan had to chuckle out to himself. For a single second- No, for barely a millisecond, Johnathan actually thought that- He almost entertained the idea that his dream had been real, and that his uncle had transformed into Palutena. But no, just as he had suspected- Just as he had KNOWN, it was only his mom in the kitchen. His beautiful, short-stacked mother, leaning over the counter as she prepared a delicious casserole of macaroni and cheese. Never in his life had Johnathan been more relieved to see his mother than now.

Martha too seemed somewhat relieved, as a smile cleared her previously dour expression. “Well, I would sure hope so. You were sleeping like a log when I last came up to check on you. Like a log!”

“Heh!” Johnathan laughed again, peering over his mother’s shoulders to get a greedy closer look at her cooking. “Yeah, I guess I must have been exhausted.”

At the mention of exhaustion, Martha’s mouth seemed to tremble. Though Johnathan himself felt as excited and energetic as could be. Setting his eyes upon the tray of fresh, hot macaroni, the boy felt his stomach grumble with desire. The smell of hot, molten cheese wafted into his nostrils and blessed his lungs. Johnathan’s mouth watered at the sight of such perfectly cooked patches of browned, crispy cheese and gooey sauce. For a moment, it felt as if all of his previous worries had melted away, his mind filled with the pleasures of comfort food.

“Hey Johnny… I know things can get pretty hectic round your birthday. Especially since it’s so close to Thanksgiving and all. And I know how much it stresses you out spending time with the extended family, but…” Martha sighed, her expression growing increasingly serious. “But you know, I think it’s good to try and be close with the rest of your family you know. Friends and lovers both come and go, but sometimes when things get tough, your family is the only one you can depend on. It’s not like this is some sort of punishment for you.”

“Huh?” Johnathan’s hand stopped just inches away from dipping right into the casserole, completely taken aback by the shift in tone. “Oh yeah! I know!” He responded awkwardly.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is… I’m sorry for stressing you out on your birthday. That’s not my intention in the slightest when I invite the family here. A person’s birthday is the time where they’re supposed to be the happiest, and it’s unfair for you to feel uncomfortable.” Martha’s soft, tender motherly voice spoke out with all the love a mother could have for her child. “I want you to know that everything I do is for your sake, okay? Hey, maybe next year we can try having your birthday be a more private event, huh?”

Johnathan turned to his mother with a look of genuine surprise. To say he had not expected that from her would be a wild understatement. Martha, the woman who took tradition and family above all else, was actually offering to change her ways and giving him words of relief? It was unheard of! Maybe it was the fact that all her children had left the home and she was growing mellower, or maybe she was feeling especially generous today. Johnathan had no idea where this sudden surge of understanding had come from, but it was most certainly appreciated. If there was any day that he needed to hear something like that, today was definitely one of them.

“Aww… Thanks mom, I really appreciate that.” Johnathan responded to his mother with a warm smile and a tight hug.

“Oh darling…” Martha eagerly hugged her son back. “How are you feeling now? You don’t need to join us for dinner if you don’t want to. Hey, what if I bring the food up to your room today!”

Slowly pulling away from his mom, Johnathan looked at her with a pleased, warm expression. As much as he would have loved to eat in his room (something which was usually not allowed in the Godson household), Johnathan felt like he didn’t need it today. Sure, he felt a bit shitty earlier on, but… Now? With the support and understanding of his mom, he felt unbeatable! He did agree that family was important to a certain extent so… Just one dinner together with the rest of the family wouldn’t hurt, right?

“It’s alright mom, I’m doing fine!” Johnathan spoke with earnest fire in his heart. “I’ll join you guys for dinner, okay?”

“Are you sure Johnny?” Martha’s pearly red eyes stared directly at Johnathan with the pouty expression of a puppy. “I don’t want you to force yourself if you don’t want to.”

“Hahaha, I’m good mom! I’m more than good!” Johnathan chuckled freely, not a sign of doubt in his mind.

“Alright…” Martha’s tender, motherly smile returned to her aged face. “Why don’t you help me out by setting the table then, big boy? I’ll be out with the food in just a minute!”

Giving his mother a hearty nod, Johnathan shifted towards the cabinet with the plates and began to take out a small stack of them. He couldn’t wait to have some more of his mother’s cooking! Spending time with the family didn’t seem like the most fun, but his sisters were all there with them! And it would only be for an hour at most! Then he could finally bring a close to the horrible date known as his birthday!

“Oh, and if you feel bad at any moment, please feel free to excuse yourself and go to your room!” Johnathan’s mother called from the kitchen. Johnathan giggled as he stepped into the hallway with the plates. Why was she being so- “I wouldn’t want to have another situation of you running through the house and stumbling into people like earlier today!”

Johnathan’s foot stepped into the hallway in slow motion. The sound of his shoe meeting the hard wood echoed inside Johnathan’s mind like a rock smashing from the top of a cliff to the bottom of a canyon. R-Running through the house? Stumbling against people? That hadn’t- That was something that had occurred in Johnathan’s dream. It didn’t happen in real life. Why would have Johnathan ever dashed away from the living room in a panic. Why else, if not to get away from-

Johnathan’s body froze in the midst of the hallway. It was only for a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity was passing by. His eyes looked onto the depths of the living room, which became blurry and vague before his very eyes. Johnathan’s breath failed him, his chest became tight and his mouth panted in a desperate attempt to push more oxygen into his lungs. The sound of his heartbeat was clear in his ears, so vividly clear that it was the only sound he could hear. Anxiety spiked inside of Johnathan’s body, causing his fingers to tighten around the plates in his hand as the possibility of that dreaded nightmare being a reality became higher and higher. Could it actually be… That his uncle’s transformation had been more than just his imagination?

 A part of Johnathan’s mind told him he was being overly paranoid, appealing to his common sense and a stubborn refusal to accept any contradicting facts. Another part of Johnathan, well… Suffice to say that Johnathan’s fears were strong enough, that he stood there in the hallway for a couple of moments, seriously considering whether or not he wanted to go into the hallway. At this point he could totally keep playing it dumb. If he just returned to his room and kept telling himself it wasn’t real, then maybe he wouldn’t have to face it and the problem would just go away, as if it had never existed. Oh, if only life was so convenient. If only things were as easy as that. The truth is that Johnathan knew that, in the improbable case it had happened, he would only be postponing the inevitable. As the ideas and the doubts kept rolling around in his mind, Johnathan eventually settled on his answer.

Face becoming stern and serious, fingers gripping onto the plates in his hand for dear life, Johnathan defiantly stepped closer and closer towards the living room. His throat felt extra dry, his feet trembled lightly as he walked. If Johnathan never ever saw his uncle controlling the beautiful body of his favorite character again, he would be more than happy. But no longer could he afford to stay still, no longer could he just scurry away into the isolation of his own room. He had to confirm whether his dream had been real or not once and for all.

As Johnathan passed through the arch separating the living room from the main hallway, his eyes focused on the corner of the room, where the couches and the TV sat. The same place where his uncle had transformed into Palutena and forcefully taken his very own sister. His heart trembled with anxiety as his gazed examined the room, a mixture of palpable dread and whatever scarce determination he had left. However, as he explored that section of the room, he found no signs of Palutena or Pyra, nor any sort of evidence of their previous sexual acts. In fact, there wasn’t even a single person over in that side of the room, not even his original uncle. For a few seconds, Johnathan could feel a wave of relief pass over him. Maybe… Maybe everything truly was right around him…

That is, until Johnathan’s eyes drifted to the opposite side of the room, where the rest of the family was gathering for dinner.

In less than a millisecond, Johnathan felt his heart dropping. His expression shifted from relief to one of immeasurable despair. Any sort of positivity he had managed to scrounge throughout the last couple of minutes was completely annihilated, leaving his face pale and dour. While most of the family gathered and sat around the table as was to be expected, like his younger sister Madeleine who sat by the right side and his other sister Jane who sat by the left, there was one exception. One particular anomaly which stood out from the rest, yet one which no one but Johnathan seemed to react to.

Kneeling on top of the table, with her plump pushing aside plates and decorations, was none other than a beautiful, green haired Palutena with a voluptuous body.

This Palutena was just as sexy and thick as Johnathan had remembered from his dream. Her two large breasts pressed forth proudly, her thick thighs bulged through her clothes. Interestingly enough, she was no longer wearing Uncle Ronnie’s old, disgusting clothing. Instead, her body was clad in the soft, white goddess robes she was known for. Or at least, an outfit that served as a perverted approximation, for it left her nipples completely exposed, with a hole in the center to show off her tummy and a short skirt to give access to her crotch. The beautiful woman looked like a heavenly goddess to Johnathan’s eyes, but the thoroughly depraved smirk full of hatred and perversion told Johnathan everything he had to know. This was, without a doubt, his Uncle Ronnie.

Kneeling a few inches in front of her was Samantha, who now looked exactly like Pyra from Xenoblade. To say she was in front of Uncle Ronnie would be generous, the two were so close together, it looked like they were in the process of merging. Currently, Uncle Ronnie was holding both of Samantha’s wrists in place while he viciously pounded her ass from behind over and over and over again. Samantha’s screams of utter bliss were totally ignored by everyone else at the table as Uncle Ronnie totally claimed her anus. Her face was warped into an expression of pure ecstasy, tears flowing down her cheeks and drool dripping from her mouth to the extent that Johnathan wasn’t sure if she was even conscious. And if it wasn’t bad enough, Johnathan could see the thick, girthy girl cock stretching from Samantha’s crotch. It was an enormous tower of meat that continuously throbbed up and down without any semblance of control, continuously dripping an endless amount of pearly white precum over the table.

Samantha’s massive titties bounced with each one of Uncle Ronnie’s thrusts, whilst the thick shape of Uncle Ronnie’s cock bulged against Samantha’s tummy and stretched her insides. Samantha’s short, fiery red hair made her look exactly like Pyra, the voice was identical to the one he’d heard so many times on his TV. Were it not for the fact that he had seen her transform into Pyra in the first place, it would have been impossible for Johnathan to tell that this really had been his own older sister.

Even now, as the two fantastical figures fucked before his very eyes, the entire scene seemed so surreal to Johnathan. Here were two of Johnathan’s favorite video game characters, passionately making love like many of the porn images he had seen before. It was the kind of sight Johnathan would often dream of. Hell, despite it all, Johnathan could still feel some arousal flowing through him. His cock throbbed at the sight of beautiful women with thick cocks and their groans of desire. But much of Johnathan’s arousal was supplemented by deep worry and concern. Concern over what Johnathan could do to take things back to normal…

“Well, well, well~ Look who’s finally decided to join us~” The moment Uncle Ronnie finally noticed Johnathan approaching, his expression became even more deranged and cocky. He continued happily fucking Samantha without breaking eye contact with Johnathan, in fact, it seemed like he was only speeding up.

“What’s wrong, Jimbo? You look surprised~” Uncle Ronnie taunted Johnathan with a sickening smile, as if he was clearly taking pleasure from Johnathan’s distress. “Did you really think it was all a dream? Some kinda horny fantasy~?”

Uncle Ronnie’s hips began to pound faster and faster. His hands let go of Samantha’s wrists, only to shift forward onto her cock with a tight, needy grip. In a set of completely violent yet serene motions, Uncle Ronnie began to jack off Samantha’s throbbing dick while he continued fucking her in the ass. The man’s slender, feminine fingers moved totally in tandem to his hips, tightly caressing they veiny, coarse skin of Samantha’s fat penis. Her fat ass clapped loudly against his crotch, while her dick submissively throbbed within his grasp. This was more than Uncle Ronnie just indulging in his most depraved desires. This was him demonstrating how complete his control was over Samantha.

“Well I’m sorry to say…” Uncle Ronnie’s perfectly white teeth sparkled as he smiled, a shadow of nefarious intent covering his eyes. “Every single second if it was very, very real~”

As fast as a switch being flipped, Uncle Ronnie’s assault on Samantha instantly tripled in intensity. This much was apparent from the way Samantha quivered and screamed in utter bliss. Poor Samantha had been caught in an all-encompassing trap of never-ending pleasure. The weight of Uncle Ronnie’s breasts pressed against her back, bouncing and rubbing sensually against her skin, while her slender body gently rubbed against his. If she moved too far back, her ass would take in more and more of Uncle Ronnie’s gargantuan length, which rubbed against her insides making her brain go haywire. But if she pulled to far forward, her cock would rub and rub against Uncle Ronnie’s soft fingers, continuously masturbating her furious throbbing rod again and again.

Every breath she took, Samantha was bombarded with endless sexual pleasure. Every passing second, her body would tremble in accord to Uncle Ronnie’s motions. Samantha’s brain had been overtaken by so much stimulation, she was basically puddy in Uncle Ronnie’s hands, a clay doll to be molded to his desires. That was exactly what Uncle Ronnie had been looking to do. Sensing that Samantha was close to her climax, he aimed her throbbing cock towards her husband’s face, who was sitting right in front of her, on the other side of the table. Poor Enrique sat completely unaware of the leaking cock that stood a few inches from his face. The man stared forward somewhat aimlessly, as if he couldn’t notice his wife getting railed before his very eyes. Thrust after thrust, Samantha moaned louder. Pump after pump, her cock continued to throb until-

“M-Mistress! I’m-!! I’m gonna-!!!” Samantha gasped breathlessly, her eyes rolling to the back of her head whilst her entire body pulsed with pleasure. “C-C-CUMMINGGGG!!!!”

In what could only be described as an eruption of pure white, Samantha’s cock began to blast thick spurts of cum with the force of a volcano. The stream of semen instantly hit Enrique in the face, completely shrouding the man’s visage in a sticky, drooping wall of white. Samantha’s loud, horny voice served as the backdrop to her thumping shots of semen. If she felt sorry or even cared about the mess she’d just caused, it didn’t show on her face. Instead, the only emotion visible in her expression was one of pure and total satisfaction. Even Enrique himself didn’t seem all that concerned, sitting completely immobile in the same place where Samantha had blasted so much of her cum. Hell, he didn’t even seem to care about removing all of that sticky, hot seed from his face!

Having brought Samantha to complete exhaustion, Uncle Ronnie looked down at the girl with a sense of pride and superiority. Without any sort of fanfare, he finally let go of her softening cock and pushed her onto the table. There was a certain coldness to his motions. Despite the fact he’d fucked Samantha with so much intensity, he showed no sort of care as the girl collapsed onto the table below them, gasping and panting for breath.

“S-Samantha!!” Johnathan squealed as he saw his sister fall. Putting the plates on the closest edge of the table he could find, the boy rushed to her side as fast as he could.

Not that Uncle Ronnie seemed to care. Slowly, he began to pull his still hardened cock from her asshole. It throbbed and twitched with each inch that came out, before popping from her anus with a slick sound. Even after his penis had been completely removed, Samantha’s ass instinctively clenched and unclenched, as if it was trying to savor a phantom penis which no longer filled it. Seeing how desperately Samantha still seemed to crave for him only made Uncle Ronnie’s pride swell, his cock throbbing eagerly as he slowly stood onto the table.

“S-Samantha, are you okay?!” Johnathan gasped desperately as he reached Samantha’s side. Concern was pretty clear on his face, though he could not bear to touch the transformed, used body of his sister.

“Oh, that one doesn’t respond to Samantha anymore.” Uncle Ronnie spoke in a very uncaring manner, walked along the top of the table as if he owned it. “I guess I must have fucked her too hard or something. She only responds to Pyra now. Or cum slut too, hehe~”

Johnathan felt his fists tighten in anger. For so much of this, Johnathan had been so passive and wimpy. He’d allowed the horror and bizarreness of the situation win over him, and as a result his sister now lay on the table, full of cum and mindbroken. Johnathan felt like he’d reached his boiling point. He had no idea how much he could do, but he wasn’t going to let Uncle Ronnie keep going like this.

“The same goes for me, actually. I’ve been thinking about it, and the name ‘Ronnie’ doesn’t seem to fit me too well.” He continued, his eyes passing over all of the other family members gathered around the table as if he was window shopping. “It’s such a gross, rough, manly name. Definitely not fit for someone as beautiful, strong and virile as me, is it~?”

With a swift turn, Johnathan’s uncle turned directly towards Johnathan. A luscious smirk appeared on their face as they showed off their plentiful, plump body. From its big, bouncy breasts with soft, pink nipples, down to its succulent thighs, ample ass and huge, incessantly throbbing cock. It was like they were truly proud of every last feature on their impeccable body.

“No, I think a much better name would be… Uncle Palutena~”

As much as Johnathan’s arousal was burning at the sight of his uncle’s incredible feminine form, his anger was boiling with much more furor than that. The boy’s teeth clenched in anger, his body trembling in place with rage. This exuberant pride, the excess of narcissism, the utter disregard of other people. These were all the emblematic traits of Uncle Ronnie, or whatever the hell she considered herself now. Regardless of how this transformation had occurred, it had amplified all of Uncle Palutena’s negative traits and turned her into a monster. A monster which would not stop until somebody finally confronted her.

“Y-You!!” Johnathan growled angrily, pointing at Uncle Palutena with an accusatory finger. “H-How could you do this!? W-W-We are your family! W-We’re supposed to take care of each other!! So how could you just…”

“Ohoho~ That’s rich!” Uncle Palutena chuckled with an excessive amount of unsettling bliss, her cock bouncing up and down from each of her giggles. “But I’m not doing anything really. At least, I’m not doing anything that isn’t expected of me~”

As Uncle Palutena continued parading around the table, she knocked off plates, cutlery and glasses without any care in the world, peppering her every step with the loud shattering sounds of glass and ceramic. The people around her failed to react to any of it, even as they got a face full of thigh or cock whenever Palutena passed by.

“Tell me Jimmy, would you fault the tiger for killing a deer? Would you blame a bear for hunting fish? Is the guillotine responsible for the prisoner that is killed?” Palutena’s head turned to face Johnathan directly. Her eyes twitched with nefarious intent, her smile wicked and bleak. “This is just who I am. This is who you see me as. I am merely fulfilling my purpose, recreating the image you have of me in your mind. So what’s wrong for having a little fun while doing so~?”

It was only once Uncle Palutena was standing right before Madeleine’s seat that the hung woman’s march finally reached an ominous halt. Uncle Palutena’s smirk seemed to grow ever darker, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she looked down at Johnathan’s younger sister. Sitting below her with a dour expression on her face, Madeleine held her arms closely while she stared at her phone. Irritation was plainly apparent in Madeleine’s demeanor, a sensation of blossoming annoyance that only got stronger with every swipe of her finger across her smartphone. None of these frustrations seemed to be directed at Uncle Palutena herself, mind you. Madeleine’s starry blue-green eyes barely shifted away from her phone screen for a single second, even as Uncle Palutena’s enormous, pulsing cock throbbed and oozed no more than a foot above her.

Instead, Madeleine’s anger seemed to be more generalized, directed more towards her current situation than towards any one person in particular. It was all just so unfair! While Madeleine had been forced to attend this stupid boring family birthday party where nothing interesting ever happened, her phone displayed a shower of status updates of her beloved girlfriend Emily having the time of her life at a nearby club. Picture after picture of Emily dancing and raving propagated Madeleine’s phone screen. Muted videos of Emily dancing and bumping into excited strangers played before Madeleine’s very eyes. The young woman stared at them with unblinking intensity. Much of it was craving for the fun, intensity of partying, but honestly most of it was her admiring her girlfriend’s beautiful form. Emily’s beautiful smile, the way she so casually and excitedly flowed with the vibe of the club… It truly made Madeleine’s heart flutter. If only she were here too, Madeleine was sure this stupid birthday party wouldn’t be as bad…

Such wholesome and genuine feelings of affection, of course, meant absolutely nothing to the perverse Uncle Palutena eyeing up Madeleine’s form with malicious intent.

“Rise.” Uncle Palutena spoke succinctly, with harsh, authoritative tone.

Though the words hadn’t been addressed at anyone in particular, though Madeleine hadn’t even been paying attention to Palutena, her body almost instantly stood up in response to the command. It was as if something deep within the confines of her being was being called upon, a thread being pulled which she had no awareness of. It was hard to tell whether even Madeleine herself realized she had gone from sitting to standing, at least from the way she continued to stare directly into her smartphone screen. The process of following Uncle Palutena’s commands was so natural, so smooth, it passed into the realm of the imperceivable.

“Come.” Uncle Palutena lifted one of her hands and placed it on Madeleine’s scalp, pulling her closer and closer until Madeleine was inches away from Palutena’s hanging nutsack. “Now start licking.”

With just as little fanfare as before, Madeleine instantly pushed her face right into the crevasse between Uncle Palutena’s massive, heaving testicles. Madeleine’s mouth opened far and wide, her lips desperately latching onto one of Palutena’s nuts. Though it was far too big to fit one of them inside her mouth, the girl began to plant a myriad of sloppy kisses and tender licks all over the circumference of the wrinkled, fleshy orb. Her tongue slithered around the drooping scrotum, switching from one ball to another in a fully seamless manner. The sound of her intense sucking became audibly palpable in the entire room. In just a matter of seconds, Uncle Palutena’s balls were completely covered in Madelein’s warm saliva.

Yet, throughout the entire thing, Madeleine did not part her gaze away from the screen of her phone for a single second. She held the phone up to her face, directly beside the pair of dangling testicles that she was slobbering on. Her eyes were just as annoyed and angry as before, eyebrows twitching with each picture, even as her lips caressed the firmness of Uncle Palutena’s balls. No matter how hard Madeleine sniffed Palutena’s musky ballsack, no matter how many times her tongue rubbed against the sack’s wrinkles or how many kisses she planted on its taut skin, Madeleine’s attention was not once taken from the flashing lights of her phone. It was like the pleasuring of Palutena’s nuts was mere background noise, an act as intuitive and thoughtless as breathing.

The sound of Madeleine’s sloppy worship was like music to Uncle Palutena’s ears. At least that’s what Johnathan could gather from the way she smugly looked at him, her smirk as perverse and narcissistic as ever. It was like she was showing off the extent of her powers to Johnathan, indulging in his distress at the sight of her power. Though Madeleine’s nut sucking wasn’t as intense as she would have liked, the fact she could force Madeleine to do so with such mundanity did a good job at making up for it. Unfortunately, Uncle Palutena still wanted more. And as her patience ran thin, she decided to further pursue it.

“That’s enough of that.” Hand swiftly darting towards Madeleine, Uncle Palutena snatched the phone from the other woman’s grasp in a flash. Madeleine barely had enough time to react when Palutena threw the phone all the way across the room, causing it to smash against a wall. Johnathan could have sworn it hit the wall so hard, its screen must have shattered. That is, even if the phone remained functional at all.

Yet, just like any time Uncle Palutena did something utterly insane, no one reacted. Madeleine herself barely flinched as her precious phone was blown to pieces. Though all of her interest had been centered on the device throughout perhaps the entire evening, the instant Palutena took it into her grasp, Madeleine became completely okay with anything her uncle did to it. Her face remained annoyed, her mood still sour just like before. But now, there was nothing distracting Madeleine from facing Uncle Palutena.

Uncle Palutena’s hands fell upon Madeleine’s chin. She lifted her head gently, inspecting every detail with curiosity and lust. Some of her fingers slowly slid into Madeleine’s mouth, stretching it as far apart as she could. Uncle Palutena’s cock throbbed at the sight.

“I think I’ll be using your now mouth now, okay slut?” Uncle Palutena spoke in Palutena’s soft, womanly voice, yet in a tone that sent shivers down Johnathan’s spine.

Hands still clinging onto Madeleine’s head, Uncle Palutena held the girl’s head still while her hips started inching backwards. Palutena’s cock throbbed in anticipation. The sight of Madeleine waiting patiently as Palutena’s titanic girth slowly slid above her head was sending chills down her spine. Neither the pulsating meat pole nor heavy musk of sex seemed to have any sort of effect on Madeleine herself. No, the girl just continued standing there, her eyes blankly staring up at Palutena. Not in hate, not in dread or fear. It looked like the loss of her smartphone hadn’t even registered in her mind. Instead, the only sort of emotion displayed on Madeleine’s face was mild annoyance, the same mild annoyance she’d shown the entire evening.

By the time Uncle Palutena’s cockhead was before Madeleine’s face, the woman wasted no time thrusting forward with violence. Madeleine’s soft, feminine lips were forced open as Uncle Palutena’s thick cockhead pushed into her mouth. Slick precum began to flow past Madeleine’s lips, alongside the dampness on Uncle Palutena’s length still fresh from Pyra’s ass. Madeleine showed no reaction at all as the powerful tangy liquids oozed onto her tongue. Nor did she show any sort of complaint as Uncle Palutena shoved more of her cock into Madeleine’s mouth. The only time any sort of resistance arose in Madeleine was when her maw had been stretched to its limits, and Madeleine couldn’t open her mouth any farther to swallow Uncle Palutena’s dick. Her body trembled, voice grunting in discomfort. Though not in any sort of intentional manner, these were no more than Madeleine’s natural instincts of self-preservation.

Unfortunately for Madeleine, Uncle Palutena would not be satisfied with some simple tip licking. Despite Madeleine’s growing complaints, Uncle Palutena continued pushing her cock into Madeleine’s mouth, her force increasing with every passing second. Madeleine began to choke up and tremble. Her eyes became crossed, her nose sniffing loudly in a desperate attempt to get some air into her lungs, only to get more of Uncle Palutena’s thick musk. As the cock made its way into Madeleine’s throat, her bodily stress reached its peak. Uncle Palutena’s thick cock stretched Madeleine’s mouth to its absolute limit, pushing against her cheeks and tongue with its massive girth. Madeleine’s entire body began to shift back and forth as a last ditch attempt to free itself, her throat muscles twisting and straining against the warmth of Palutena’s shaft. But she was much too weak to get anything done. Uncle Palutena’s grip on Madeleine’s head never wavered, and she did not stop pushing until Madeleine’s lips pressed against her crotch. Having shoved her entire cock inside of Madeleine’s throat, Madeleine’s body showed no more signs of resistance. She had been completely subdued.

And now, it was Uncle Palutena’s turn.

In a sudden tonal shift from the slow meticulous insertion she’d been doing seconds ago, Uncle Palutena began to manically thrust her hips back and forth, thoroughly fucking Madeleine’s mouth like a beast in heat. The loud sounds of slurping began to echo throughout the room, along with the clap of Uncle Palutena’s asscheeks with every one of her vicious thrusts. Though initially it might have looked like Uncle Palutena had struggled to fit her whole cock inside of Madeleine’s mouth, now the engorged member seemed to be sliding in and out almost effortlessly. The cock bulged right through Madeleine’s throat each time Uncle Palutena pushed forward, it stretched and dragged Madeleine’s cheeks as it made its way inside her. Rather than a person, Madeleine looked more like a sex toy under Uncle Palutena’s firm, oppressive hands!

All poor Johnathan could do as Uncle Palutena violently throat fucked his younger sister was stand there and watch in horror, and perhaps some mild arousal. Though his face looked pale with dread, his cock had stiffened into a full erection. From where he stood, Johnathan was able to see Madeleine’s pained eyes and the tear marks that began to make their way down her cheeks. There were no more grunts of complain coming from her, only the sound of her lips pushing and slurping onto the length of Uncle Palutena’s throbbing penis. Madeleine’s body remained painfully still, only really moving when Uncle Palutena willingly twisted her. It was kind of incredible, in a surreal way.

Never in his life could Johnathan have imagined the loud, opinionated and boisterous Madeleine submitting to anyone. Madeleine, the girl who never took no for an answer. Someone who thrived on fighting with people and rarely gave in to anyone else’s desires. Here she was, completely pacified as she allowed Uncle Palutena to whatever she wanted with Madeleine’s mouth. The fact that Madeleine had a girlfriend, was totally gay, and never showed any sort of interest in such explicit acts almost seemed irrelevant. It was as if Madeleine’s very will had been shattered, her being completely in Uncle Palutena’s hands. Such a loss of control, such total submission. In a way, it was kind of…

Before Johnathan’s thoughts could waver onto an idea he’d rather not stumble into however, his gaze shifted towards Uncle Palutena once more. The boy let out a little gasp. It seemed Uncle Palutena was taking her roughness to another level, as she started tugging and pulling on Madeleine’s hair in order to slide her face along the length of the throbbing cock. Madeleine merely gagged and sucked to the motion, her body totally limp as she allowed Uncle Palutena to drag her mouth without resistance. The way Uncle Palutena pulled at the hair looked so fierce, even Johnathan was in pain. Madeleine’s head moved with swiftness and ease along the member, motions that could not be achieved without copious amounts of effort. And yet, Johnathan saw no pain response come from the girl. Not in her eyes, not in her voice, not even in the movements of her body.

But… There was something else. Something strange, that Johnathan couldn’t quite explain. Though Uncle Palutena had only grabbed onto a random collection of hairs in one hand, it seemed like more of Madeleine’s hairs were sliding into her grasp. It was like the hairs were somehow slowly agglomerating together into a single, straight bundle at the back of her head. They were… They were twisting into a ponytail, complete with a hair band appearing out of nowhere and trying them up! What’s more, Madeleine’s very hair shimmered brightly. Her dyed blonde hair seemed to be getting silkier, losing its fake shiny gloss in favor of a more natural shine. Was she turning into a natural blonde…?

A loud series of snapping caused Johnathan to jolt in place. All of them came from Madeleine, who grunted loudly for the first time since Uncle Palutena started fucking her mouth. Inch after inch, Madeleine began to rise further from the ground. Her limbs seemed to be growing larger, her stretching legs propelling her higher. It almost looked like… She was getting taller? Just like Johnathan and his mother, Madeleine had been one of the members of his family cursed with short height. But now, Johnathan could see with his very eyes as Madeleine’s head was lifted far above his own. As Madeleine’s body continued expanding, she grew tall enough that she eventually even got to the same eye level as Uncle Palutena’s crotch.

Height wasn’t the only thing being added however. A simple look at Madeleine’s exposed arms made it obvious, her body was getting more muscular. Firm, bulging biceps became visibly present on her forearms. Her now elongated legs thickened with muscular thighs and a firm butt. Even a forming six pack was apparent from her bare belly, which toned itself into a firm, flat stomach. It’s not like she was becoming some kind of body builder, and her frame remained assertedly feminine. But instead of having her previous flat, dainty, slender physique, Madeleine had taken on the appearance of a woman who went to the gym several days a week.

Another very noteworthy change came when two growing lumps started to push against Madeleine’s short top. Cute lil’ Madeleine’s bust had always been so petite, it was basically non-existent. Her flatness was one of her most identifying factors. Johnathan could recall the many times she’d been teased by both friends and family for having a breast size smaller than her own brother. Now, the two plump, round orbs that were currently stretching Madeleine’s crop top to its limits told a different story. Madeleine’s new pair of jiggly knockers grew larger and rounded by the second. They snapped out of her bra almost instantly, drooping and pulling down on her top until they finally slipped free from their constraints, exposing two thick, rounded, brown colored nipples. Though not as big as Uncle Palutena’s or even Pyra’s tits, Madeleine now had a rotund set of titties that jiggled and bounced as Uncle Palutena continued to fuck her mouth.

It was only once Madeleine’s clothes began to twist and shift around her body that Johnathan finally realized the true nature of her transformation. Though Madeleine’s top had previously been pushed away from her tits, unable to contain their enlarged expanse, the crop top began to slowly slide over her bust once more, like a snake devouring its prey. Madeleine’s outfit began to shimmer with a brilliant light blue, its texture much more fake and rubberier than before. Madeleine’s top slowly grew sleeves that began to encase her arms, its neck slithered upwards towards her shoulders and throat. Even her skirt seemed to be undergoing a similar process, fabric flattening itself around Madeleine’s form as if it was desperate to encase her whole. From her knees up to her waist, her stomach too her arms, little by little every inch of Madeleine’s body was wrapped in this blue skintight, reflective outfit that hugged onto her every detail. An outfit that looked suspiciously like blue body suit. That is, Samus’ blue body suit-!

Johnathan let out an audible gasp as the image of Zero Suit Samus became realized right before him. The skintight, blue latex body suit… The curvy and slender, yet toned and muscular body… Those huge wobbly breasts, and an ass that was firm and perfectly molded… Johnathan’s eyes fell on Madeleine’s face, as the last vestiges of her original self were stripped away. Madeleine’s youthful features became more mature, sharper and full of experience. Her lips thickened around Uncle Palutena’s cock, eyes gleaming with Samus’ annoyed glare. Even the little mole appearing beneath her lips. No more was Johnathan looking at his sister, the way he had always remembered. In front of him was no other than Samus Aran.

Uncle Palutena’s smirk seemed to twist in perverse satisfaction at the transformed woman beneath her, though she also delighted in the dread on Johnathan’s expression. Cock throbbing needily inside of Madeleine’s throat, Uncle Palutena continued pulling the other woman’s blonde ponytail in order to drag her head up and down the length of her cock. Madeleine’s transformation had not halted Palutena’s face fucking for a second. In fact, Uncle Palutena’s cock felt even better than before. Madeleine’s original virgin throat was much too tight for Uncle Palutena’s godly cock. It clung to her throbbing member much too tightly to be enjoyable. But Samus’ throat? It fit Palutena’s cock perfectly~ Madeleine’s new, mature mouth was able to stretch around the girth of Uncle Palutena’s massive member without much problem. Her throat wrapped and squeezed onto Palutena’s penis with experience, and her thicker lips rubbed against Uncle Palutena’s shaft delectably. However, if there was anything that really made Palutena’s cock throb with arousal, it was her total domination over Madeleine.

Tightness soon began to fill Palutena’s sweaty, droopy balls. Each one of the throbs of her penis came with increasing intensity. As much as she loved bullying and toying with the slobbering bitch between her legs, Uncle Palutena knew that she was approaching her limit. With both hands now holding onto Madeleine’s ponytail, Uncle Palutena tugged Madeleine’s head back and forth with so much force, it looked like she was about to pull the girl’s hair off. Her hips thrust forth in a violent manner, crotch slamming firmly against Madeleine’s face. Uncle Palutena’s thick body jiggled from the wild motions, while her balls swung along in anticipation. Poor Madeleine simply stood there taking it all, unable to do a single thing as she felt Uncle Palutena’s massive dick pulsate with need inside the depths of her throat.

Then finally, tugging on Madeleine’s hair until her nose was smushed against her crotch, Uncle Palutena unloaded all of her pent-up lust directly into Madeleine’s mouth. The old woman’s fat balls retracted upwards as they started pumping cum through her fat cock. Jizz bulged through Madeleine’s throat as it passed through Uncle Palutena’s urethra, until final exploding in spurts right into her stomach. Madeleine’s eyes widened in shock. Her whole body convulsed as the strange, sticky warmth began shooting into her organs. But there was no sort of organized resistance, no attempt to fight back. Only the sounds of goopy, sticky jizz oozing from her Uncle Palutena’s tip, along with the sounds of Madeleine gagging and suckling on Uncle Palutena’s immense girth.

As the seconds passed and Madeleine swallowed spurt after spurt of Uncle Palutena’s seed, Johnathan merely stood there, frozen in stupefaction. He couldn’t believe his uncle had transformed yet another one of his sisters. And… He absolutely hated how hot it had been… Madeleine’s eyes slowly shifted from shock to tepid exhaustion. Her body relaxed, and she gulped loudly, taking in the seemingly endless flow of semen with a totally mindless demeanor. It was as if she completely accepted all that Uncle Palutena had done to her, not questioning any of the abuse and always eager to fulfill her imposing demands. In this moment, there was little doubt about the extent of Uncle Palutena’s command.

With a softening shaft and drained balls, Uncle Palutena let out a satisfied sigh. Her smirk couldn’t get any wider as she began the slow, meticulous process of sliding her titanic cock out of Madeleine’s exhausted maw. Inch after inch of Uncle Palutena’s titanic endowment dragged against Madeleine’s lips and cheeks, saliva and jizz drooping from the corners of Madeleine’s mouth as the member moved. Once only her tip was left inside, it seemed to get stuck for a moment. Madeleine coughed and gasped breathlessly, Uncle Palutena’s cockhead being too girthy for it to let go of her mouth easily. But then, giving it a final tug, Uncle Palutena finally freed her cock from Madeleine’s mouth with a loud pop. Madeleine’s lips remained open for some time, the insides of her mouth covered in a deep white that seemed desperate to spill out. However, instead of spitting it out as one would have spected, Madeleine closed her mouth and dutifully swallowed it all, each one of her firm gulps reverberating throughout the room.

Uncle Palutena had to admit, the sight of this dazed and confused Madeleine wearing the face of that famous bounty hunter was nothing short of titillating. Even now, not a minute after having ejaculated, her cock still stood firm with a half-erection. No, this was far from enough. Uncle Palutena had plans to take this one even further~

“Here.” She stretched her hands towards Madeleine. “Onto the table now.”

Johnathan’s instantly shot wide in surprise at the sight. W-What was she doing?! Was Uncle Palutena really not satisfied yet!? She’d totally just face fucked his sister until looked like another person, and now she wanted more?! Up to this point, Johnathan had played a completely powerless and passive role. He’d let his older sister be transformed, he’d seen his younger sister servicing his uncle… But he just couldn’t do it anymore! He couldn’t just stand there and watch his uncle totally corrupt every member of his family without doing anything about it!

“M-M-Madeleine, wait!” Gathering every last of courage he had inside him, Johnathan dashed towards his sister. He had no idea what was going on, how it was happening, or even if there was any way to prevent it. But he had to try!

As Madeleine raised on of her feet and placed it on the table, the woman felt her arm getting grabbed by Johnathan. The boy held her firmly in place.

“S-Stop it now!” Johnathan pleaded desperately. His body seemed to be shivering, his expression a mixture of fear and doubt. And yet, he held as firmly to Madeleine’s hand as he possibly could.  “Y-Y-You don’t have to do everything he says!”

Face turning towards Johnathan, Madeleine stared at Johnathan in silence for a couple of seconds. The way her eyebrows furrowed, pert lips curling into an uncomfortable expression… Even with Samus’ face, Johnathan could see traces of Madeleine deep in her. Maybe… Maybe he could make some sort of difference…

“What are you talking about, dork?” Only for Madeleine to roll her eyes in annoyance, her voice as uninterested and unbothered, despite the fact her breath stunk of semen. “Of course I have to do anything Uncle Palutena asks me to. That’s just common sense.”

Firmly tugging her arm away, Madeleine freed herself from Johnathan’s grasp and slowly climbed onto the table. Her back was totally turned towards Johnathan, as if she couldn’t care any less about the worry clearly present on his face. All Johnathan could do was stare at his sister’s backside with a shocked expression. The fact she rebuffed him with such firmness left him totally paralyzed. Why… Why was it that Uncle Palutena could do whatever she wanted, while he was left totally powerless?!?

“Bahaha! I can’t believe you actually did that!” Uncle Palutena suddenly burst into a hearty chuckle, letting her voice roar as loudly as it could to make Johnathan’s humiliation truly sink in. “Oh Jimmy, how long is it going to take you to finally understand the rules of this world?”

Once Madeleine was firmly atop the table, she slowly walked until she was standing right beside Uncle Palutena. The woman was an absolute Amazon in terms of height, at least six and a half feet in height. That being said, Uncle Palutena was just slightly taller. With a devious smirk, she placed her hand atop of Madeleine’s scalp and began leading the girl further down the table. The two slowly walked in unison back towards where Pyra was still collapsed in pleasure face up on the table. Pyra’s expression was just as overwhelmed and overstimulated as it had been before, her enormous cock still oozing with cum. The red hair didn’t even notice as Uncle Palutena directed Madeleine to stand directly above her head, her fat ass shining thanks to her blue latex suit.

“Listen well, Jamie. In this world…” Uncle Palutena smirked, her sharp white teeth glimmered from her ominous smile. “The only one with any sort of control… Is ME!”

With her hand still placed atop Madeleine’s scalp, Uncle Palutena forcefully pushed Madeleine down onto the table in a single, swift motion. Madeleine herself offered basically no resistance. Her body quickly dropped, guided by Uncle Palutena’s hand, until she was squatting down with her legs spread wide open and her ass hanging mere inches above Pyra’s head. Madeleine came so close to her sister, it was only by sheer coincidence that Madeleine’s fat, latex covered ass didn’t smash directly onto Pyra’s face. Not that Pyra seemed to mind. The moment she Madeleine’s voluptuous ass just a breath away, her eyes lit up in excitement. Without any sort of prompting or command, Pyra’s hands shot up towards Madeleine’s cheeks. She clenched down on Madeleine’s butt, before diving right into the crack and slobbering all over Madeleine’s anus. Madeleine yipped loudly in response, legs twitching in place as she started feeling Pyra’s soft tongue through the body suit. Yet she never moved, dutifully staying in the position Uncle Palutena had placed her.

To say Madeleine was stuck in an embarrassing pose would be putting it lightly. Madeleine’s legs had compressed until the tall, lumbering woman was just barely on eye level with Uncle Palutena’s crotch. Both of her knees were pointed out in different directions, completely exposing her crotch to anyone who stood in front of her. And her body suit was so tight, her tight pussy was plainly visible. Madeleine’s thick thighs were shock full of muscle and fat, toned, girthy drumsticks that only quivered when Pyra seemed to hit a particularly sensitive spot on her butthole. As if that wasn’t enough, Madeleine raised both of her hands and placed them behind her head, as if she was eager to show off more of her slutty body. Now, even her plentiful breasts and the thick, sculpted abs on her stomach would have nothing to obstruct them. It was the kind of perverted, demeaning pose Johnathan had only ever seen in the most perverted corners of the internet.

“Hmm~ You’re so much prettier than before, but… Ooone little thing is missing~” Uncle Palutena stepped closer to Madeleine, cock throbbing at the sight of the submissive bitch. She shoved her gargantuan cock across Madeleine’s face, as if she was blocking her eyes from Johnathan. “Cock. Out. Now.”

A pained gasp escaped from Madeleine’s mouth, her brows furrowing in discomfort. As soon as the words entered her ears, Madeleine could feel a strange churning sensation emerging from deep within her organs. Madeleine’s stomach growled loudly, her legs trembled, struggling keep her upright. It was as if Madeleine’s own genes had become so submissive to Uncle Palutena, they were willingly twisting her body in order to comply with their mistress’ commands. Madeleine herself could feel the changes developing, though she had no control over them in the slightest. The way her womb tightened up, stiffening while still inside her. The throbbing sensations of her ovaries, which hardened as they began producing not eggs but semen. Madeleine’s body belonged more to Uncle Palutena than to Madeleine herself.

As the twisting knots inside her groin reached her apex, Madeleine groaned so loudly she sputtered on Palutena’s cock. Johnathan could see a strange protrusion bulging and pulsing on Madeleine’s crotch. It throbbed violently against her skin, growing larger and larger with every second. Madeleine’s pussy too, seemed to reverberate madly, as if it was being completely overstimulated. Without any sort of warning, Madeleine’s vaginal lips began to spread wide open of their own volition. From the depths of her vaginal canal, a large, rounded cone began to surge forward into the world. Its spherical tip quivered as it pressed tightly against the latex of Madeleine’s body suit, twitching harder and harder with each passing second. In a way, it almost looked like it was accumulating with energy and pressure. Madeleine’s pussy trembled intensely, her whole body struggled to stay still while the nub that surged from her pussy pulsated harder… And harder… And harder, until-

Sqreeeaaaaaaak-!

Thrusting forth wildly like a sharpened spear being thrown in the air, a huge, throbbing, girthy pole suddenly sprung forward from within Madeleine’s pussy. This new cylindrical protrusion stretched and tugged at Madeleine’s bright blue bodysuit effortlessly. However, it didn’t tear or strain the suit in the slightest. Rather, Madeleine’s latex suit seemed to be effortlessly contorting to the growing appendage, latex expanding so that it would tightly cling onto every inch of the quivering member no matter how long or fat it became. It was almost like the suit itself was shifting in acceptance of Madeleine’s actively changing form. Within just a couple of seconds, Madeleine’s pussy had been almost entirely replaced by something much more virile, a pillar of masculinity, a fat, drooping, 14-inch cock. The same type of monstrous girl-penis that had been haunting him this entire day.

Johnathan stared at the girthy, pulsating pole in disbelief. Even now, after having his sisters corrupted and distorted to such horrendous degrees, the sight of such a meaty slab of girl cock still made his own penis tremble with desire. Madeleine’s tight, latex suit clung onto her new massive endowment, that every inch of her penis was perfectly visible. From the mushroom-shaped tip of her cock with a huge, flared base, down to the most miniscule of her veins and each one of their tiny throbs. Though it wasn’t fully erect, the way the cock slowly bobbed up and down was enough to exude incredible amounts of dominating aura. Then, as if to add insult to injury, a pair of loud, audible pops followed by some grunting by Madeleine directed Johnathan’s attention towards Madeleine’s two new testicles, which drooped low with newfound girthy weight. Madeleine was the full package now, a beautiful woman with a cock that could break any who attempted to tame it.

“Hmmm~ Nothing better than when a bitch grows a fat cock, eh Johnny?” With that same, old, debauched smirk on her face, Uncle Palutena began to stroke her fat pole happily. “But… I think it’s about time we finally break this one~”

While Johnathan had no idea what Uncle Palutena was referring to, it was pretty apparent that Madeleine’s mental state was already pretty compromised. It was certainly not as bad as Pyra, who had lost all sense of dignity and even who she originally was. But the storm of stimulation which was currently wracking Madeleine’s veins was nothing to scoff at. Whether it was the constant stimulation coming from Pyra’s tongue, who continued to hold Madeleine’s ass in an iron grip while slurping her butthole through the suit, or the new trembling of penile lust that rumbled across her impressive length, to even the ever-present musk of Uncle Palutena’s huge cock in front of Madeleine’s face. Whatever it was Uncle Palutena had in store, Madeleine was most certainly not in a safe position.

“Now tell me~” Uncle Palutena cooed in a sing-song voice, a delectably sweet intonation that betrayed her hideous intentions. “What’s your name~?”

“H-Huh….?” Madeleine shook her head in confusion. What… What kind of question was that? It was the sort of question so obvious, the mere act of asking it became perplexing. Uncle Palutena already knew what her name was! “I’m… I’m M-Madeleine Godson!”

“Bzzzzttt!!! Wrong!” Uncle Palutena snapped back with a joyous expression on her face.

She flicked her hips to the right, causing her cock to slowly move away from Madeleine’s face, before…

SLAAP!!

With a quick gyration of her body, Uncle Palutena violently slapped Madeleine’s forehead with the side of her cock. The sound echoed loudly throughout the room, completely drowning out any other noise that might have been present. Madeleine visible recoiled in response. Her head was flung backwards, body just barely able to remain in the squatting position Uncle Palutena had originally put her in. A slight reddish print appeared on Madeleine’s forehead, while a litany of shivers rolled down her spine making her legs tremble without stability. However, much more powerful than the physical impact Madeleine hard received was the mental strike behind Uncle Palutena’s cock.

To Madeleine, it didn’t just feel like Uncle Palutena had slapped her forehead. It felt like the cock had phased through her skull and smacked her directly inside the brain. Madeleine’s eyes became crossed. Every one of her thoughts became a jumbled mess, memories and thoughts mixing together to become unrecognizable. There wasn’t even enough mental fortitude to get angry for what Uncle Palutena had done. Though from where Johnathan stood, Uncle Palutena’s cock was covering Madeleine’s eyes, he could see his sister’s expression was one of disorientation.

“Let me ask one more time~” Uncle Palutena spoke once more, her smugness knowing no bounds and certainly no shame. “What is your name~?”

“I-I already told you, i-it’s-!” Madeleine panted in frustration. She had no idea why Uncle Palutena had punished her! Madeleine obviously knew her name, and she’d certainly said it right. Yet, despite being as confident as before, for some reason the words didn’t come out of her mouth. It was as if with that single strike, Uncle Palutena had planted the seed of doubt. An ounce of her indomitable control. And now, it would only be a matter of time until it spread.

“My name is… My name is…” Madeleine’s desperation was apparent in her tone. She knew the answer, she wanted to say it, but her body just wouldn’t allow it. Whether because or fear or doubt, her voice was caught at the back of her throat. She needed to say something! She needed to answer… “M-My name is… S-Samus Aran…?”

“Ding, ding, ding!” Uncle Palutena’s smile was as wide as the sun, her cock throbbing up and down in satisfaction. “Correct!”

Almost instantly, Madeleine’s body was filled with a wave of relief. Her confused mouth turned into an eager smile. Her previously semi-hard cock throbbed with more intensity, slowly pointing upwards as it became more erect. Obviously, that wasn’t the correct answer. Madeleine had no idea why she’d said that, or how she’d even come up with it in the first place. But… If Uncle Palutena said it was correct, then it had to be correct, right? As Samus’ memories and very identity was rewritten in real time, all that the girl could do was smile at the cock in front of her face with excitement, eyes blank of any sort of awareness of her undoing.  

“Next question~” Uncle Palutena exclaimed excitedly, clearly taking joy in the slow deconstruction of Samus’ mind. “What is your profession~?”

Panic quickly filled Samus’ mind once more, her cock throbbing up and down as her face became twisted with fear and confusion. There was only one real answer in her mind, one which Samus knew with certainty. But now she wasn’t sure if that’s the answer Uncle Palutena wanted, and the dread of punishment held her tongue back.

“Umm… Uhh… I’m… I-I’m-” After stammering and gasping breathlessly, worrying endlessly over whether or not her answer would be satisfactory, Samus finally spoke. She told Uncle Palutena the only answer to the question she knew. “I-I’m a college s-student right now!”

SMACK!

“Eheheh~ Wrooooong~” Uncle Palutena happily cried, letting the side of her cock slap Samus’ forehead once more.

Like the last time, Samus’ body jolted backwards from the impact. Her legs trembled, almost giving out, before carefully holding in place. Samus’ eyes seemed to be twirling around in circles within her eye sockets, no semblance of control or balance left within them. From the hazy expression on Samus’ face, it almost looked like her very thoughts were getting scrambled around from the impact of Uncle Palutena’s cock. A concoction of conflicting memories and muddled thoughts swirled around inside of Samus’ brain, making it harder and harder for her to resist Uncle Palutena’s influence. There was no reason for her to use her own thoughts if going with the flow was so much easier.

“I’m… I’m…” Samus struggled to even speak in her current state, her mouth slightly drooping with a dizzied smile. “I-I’m… A bounty hunter from space…?”

Samus had no idea why she had said such a thing. The thought hadn’t even been her own, it almost felt like a hazy memory implanted within her by another person. However, it didn’t really matter. Whether or not Samus believed what she said had no relevance. The only important thing was that Uncle Palutena would find it satisfactory, and Samus felt that this time, her answer would-

SMAACK!!!

However, instead of being met with the praise she so desperately desired, Samus’ face was once again dealt a devastating blow from Uncle Palutena’s cock.

“Uh uh uh~” Uncle Palutena licked her lips lustfully, beads of precum flowing from her tip. Her smile wasn’t just devious, it was diabolic. “Wrong again~”

The cock hit Samus’ forehead with so much force this time, it actually looked like Samus was about to fall back. Her back arched as far as it could, just barely catching her before she flew off the table. Her cock throbbed up and down wildly, as a couple of drops of precum spurted from her tip. As soon as Samus regained her balance, she slowly began to rise back into the squat she’d been performing all this time. However… Something was wildly different now…

Gone was Samus’ worried expression, replaced instead by a bright eager smile on her face.  Her cock seemed to be twitching harder and faster than ever before, while her previously lost eyes now stared straight at the cock in front of her. Rather than some sort of punishment, it almost looked like she’d enjoyed Uncle Palutena’s cock smack as a reward. All of the confusion and bewilderment Samus had previously demonstrated seemed to have almost disappeared. The new Samus seemed fully aware, determined, concentrated. Somehow, it felt like Uncle Palutena had cock-smacked Samus mind onto the same page as her.

“Heh, sorry Mistress~ I don’t know what came over me!” Samus spoke in a gruffer manner, though still certainly submissive. “My job is obviously being Uncle Palutena’s personal cock sleeve~!”

“Ding! Ding! Ding! Good job!” Uncle Palutena’s breasts and cock bounced up and down as she hopped with excitement. Samus seemed to salivate at the sight of the flopping cock before her, and it looked like it was taking incredible amounts of restraint for her not to jump at it. “Let’s keep going then~ What are your favorite things to do~?”

A myriad of images came to Samus’ mind. She had always been a bit of a party girl! There’s nothing that Samus enjoyed more than dancing to some loud music, bouncing and smashing against people on the dance floor. Although Samus also did enjoy doing some bounty hunting. Protecting people by destroying criminal rings and capturing deadly creatures was one of her most important duties. These set of conflicting memories intermingled perfectly within Samus’ mind, to the point she found absolutely no conflict with them existing side by side. However, instead giving any of these activities as potential answer, there was only one that cemented itself at the center of Samus’ mind.

“I love sucking on Mistress cock more than anything in the world!” Samus exclaimed loudly and boldly, not an ounce of shame or doubt in her tone. “Anndd- Ohhh~ A-And I also enjoy masturbating my huge, futa cock!”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Samus’ hands instantly darted towards her massive, latex-covered pole. The woman let out a perverted groan as her fingers clung onto her girthy shaft tightly. Her hands began to pump her length back and forth, her hips gently rocking forward along to the rhythm of her pumps. Where before there had been little evidence of luscious intention, now Samus was now rubbing her huge dick passionately. While just a few seconds ago she was struggling to stand still, now her ass was actively rubbing down against Pyra’s head, her body trembling with excitement at the stimulation coming from Pyra’s energetic tongue. It was like a flip had been switched inside of Samus, shifting her from her regular self to a creature fueled by sexual stimulation.

“What a smart cock sleeve~” Uncle Palutena cheered, her tone filled with a corrupted sense of pride. As a reward, she let her cock hover closer to Samus’ face, further infecting Samus’ brain with overwhelming sexual musk. “Final question~! Who is the person who you love the most~?”

Instantly, the image of Emily came to Samus. The beautiful and cute Emily… Samus’ first lover, and most certainly the person she cared about the most out of anyone, even her own family. Emily was able to understand Samus like no one else could. Whereas Samus had always been the youngest sister, not treated as seriously as the rest of her family, Emily had always met her on the same level. She helped Emily understand herself, helped her understand her feelings for other girls, helped her come to terms with the world. And of course, the fact that Emily was hot as fuck certainly helped things. If there was anyone in the world who could fit the spot of Samus’ most beloved, it certainly had to be Emily. That was why, the most obvious answer had to be-

“What are you saying Mistress~? Of course it’s you!!!” Samus replied almost instantly, her eyes staring so deeply at Uncle Palutena’s cock, it felt like she was going to get lost in it. “You’re the person I love the most in the world! I’m your most loyal and slutty cum dump~!!!”

In response to such a strong, confident statement statement, Samus only continued masturbating her throbbing dick harder and harder. Samus’ fat cock swung up and down wildly as she desperately thrust into her hands. Her balls shifted back and forth like a pendulum, though her ass remained still thanks to Pyra’s iron tight grip around her cheeks. The loud squeaking of Samus’ tight latex sound echoed throughout the dining room with each powerful pump. Samus’ hands moved up and down her length with so much speed, it almost looked like there wasn’t anything separating her fingers from her hardened shaft. At this moment, there was nothing that could stop Samus from pleasuring her immense, needy, girlcock.

Even Samus’ face was in total disarray. Whereas before, she’d simply worn a dizzied, lustful smile, now she had a fully debauched expression. Samus’ lips protruded forward, her tongue slipped from her mouth and swung around her plump lips in circle, as if it was desperately trying to reach Uncle Palutena’s cock. It straight up looked like Samus was in the process of losing her mind, desperate to do anything that would get her to taste Uncle Palutean’s fat dick, yet somehow, she seemed to retain just a slight tinge of submissive devotion that prevented her from going completely nuts. The sister Johnathan once knew and loved was basically unrecognizable.

“Heheh~ Excellent job, cock-whore! You got all the answers right~” Uncle Palutena congratulated the drooling Samus below her, pure, smug satisfaction oozing out of her voice and face. She waved her cock up and down Samus’ face. “Perhaps it’s time we give our little slut a well-earned reward, hmmm?”

The idea of being rewarded instantly sent Samus into a frenzy. Eyes shooting wide open, the squatting woman started to gasp loudly while she masturbated her cock with increased fervor. Samus’ throbbing cock pulsated eagerly in her grasp, flicking up and down needily as her hands swiftly moved along its length. The tight, squeaky texture of her body suit felt incredibly as it clung tightly to every inch of her heated penis, making most of her shaft damp and musky. But more than her own jacking off, the thing that truly excited Samus was the idea of servicing Uncle Palutena. Samus’ throat grew dry with thirst as she imagined the titanic shaft deep inside her mouth. Her eyes stared hungrily at the cock, almost as if she was starving and this was the only sustenance she could acquire.

“Yes Mistress, please- PLEASE!!!” Samus exclaimed in a bout of desolate desperation, her hands not stopping once as they continued pleasuring her needy cock. “I would do ANYTHING just to get to suck your incredible cock!!!”

“Oh my~ How forward~” Uncle Palutena commented in feign bashfulness, though Johnathan plainly knew this had been her plan all along. “If that’s what you truly want, then who am I to say no~?”

Taking a couple of steps back, Uncle Palutena slid the side of her cock away from Samus’ face. Instead, she pointed her cockhead directly at Samus. There was no more scheming, no veneer of her true intentions. Now that Samus had been turned into another mindless, completely submissive drone just like Pyra had, it was finally time for Uncle Palutena to enjoy the fruits of her labor. There was only one thing for her to do now. Uncle Palutena’s only goal now was to fuck Samus’ mouth into oblivion. And she was going to enjoy it as much as possible.

As the cock approached Samus’ face, she closed her eyes and eagerly stretched her head towards it. Samus didn’t just press her mouth against Uncle Palutena’s cock with desire, she was doing it with straight up devotion. Samus’ lips laid on a litany of soft kisses and sloppy smooches upon Uncle Palutena’s bright read tip. Rather than sucking dick, it looked like Samus was making out with her lover. The sound of lip smacking echoed as Samus’ mouth gently wrapped around the cap of Palutena’s penis while her tongue sliding eagerly along its ridges. Every inch of Uncle Palutena’s cock was for Samus to worship, from its sides to even the urethra, which received gentle caressing from Samus’ tongue.

Before long however, it became clear that making out alone would not satisfy Samus. She needed more, she needed to take so much of Uncle Palutena’s cock she would choke. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Samus engulfed the entirety of Uncle Palutena’s tip in her mouth. The woman moaned in utter bliss, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her tongue greedily rolled around the cockhead. Palutena’s musky, dank flavor seeped against Samus’ taste bud, combining with her leftover semen and Samus’ old saliva to create a substance Samus just couldn’t resist. Each passing second more and more of Uncle Palutena’s length would fill her mouth, forcefully stretching her lips as the gargantuan cock made its way inside. This was Samus’ dream~

A dream which Uncle Palutena was more than happy to fulfill. With both hands placed on her hips, Uncle Palutena slowly thrust her cock further and further into Samus’ mouth. She didn’t have to say anything, she didn’t have to move in any sort of particular or violent way. All Palutena did was slowly inch her hips forward, and Samus would happily choke on more and more of her fat, lip-stretching cock. The more of Uncle Palutena’s cock she took into her mouth, the more excited Samus seemed to become. Her face pushed forward with greed, almost as if Uncle Palutena was moving too slowly for her own likely. Soon, Uncle Palutena’s cock was bulging through her neck, blocking Samus’ airways, taking up every inch of Samus’ mouth. Yet even now, Samus continued to suck and bob her head with pure, unyielding hunger.

Throughout the entire thing, Samus’ hands hadn’t stopped moving for a single second. Even while the thick cock in her throat was making the very act of breathing incredibly difficult for Samus, the woman continued pumping her member like her life depended on it. Getting to slobber over Uncle Palutena’s dick felt so good, poor Samus just couldn’t help herself! Her hands were basically moving of their own volition at this point, desperate to relieve that unbearable itch in her crotch. Not to mention how Pyra continued so suck and kiss her fat butthole beneath her, not even thinking of stopping her unrelenting ass eating. The way Pyra’s hands spread her latex-covered cheeks and her tongue dipped deep into her hole… The sensation of the squeaky latex rubbing against her wailing dick… Even the way Uncle Palutena’s warm, throbbing dick kept on filling her throat… It all contributed to making this the most stimulating and pleasurable experience Samus had ever felt.

Samus’ cock began to tremble harder and harder in her hands. Her balls gurgled loudly, weighing down further from their body as they overflowed with jizz. Pleasuring Uncle Palutena made her happier than anything else she could think of. The bliss of having her thick, musky dick in her mouth was so potent, it drowned any other thought that could come to her mind. A part of Samus knew that this was the way things were supposed to be, like she had found her true purpose. From now on, the only thing Samus would care about was being Uncle Palutena’s loyal, obedient cock-sleeve. And just realizing that fact was more than enough to send her over the edge.

Moaning and groaning like a bitch in heat, Samus’ massive dick began swinging up and down madly as she started to ejaculate. Her balls contracted upwards, her urethra bulging with jizz, before it exploded forth from her tip with thick spurt after thick spurt. However, because of Samus’ tight latex suit, the cum didn’t fly out in random directions. Instead, it began to stretch out her suit, drooping and pulling forth in much the same way a condom would slowly get filled up after use. Blast after blast, Johnathan could see a fat, drop-shaped balloon of Samus’ jizz start forming at her tip. The fat globe of cum grew larger with every shot, quickly expanding in every direction until it was the size of Samus’ head. Samus’ suit was stretched like a condom so thin, you could see the clear white color of her cum through the suit’s blue texture. The balloon swung left and right following the movements of Samus’ huge dick, its heaviness and softness apparent with even the smallest of movements. If ever there was a display of Samus’ descent into debauchery, her condom-suit was most definitely it.

Yet even as her tremendous ejaculation started slowing down, Samus didn’t stop dutifully sucking Uncle Palutena’s dick for a single second. Her only loud reaction had been the muffled moan she gave as soon as it started, but now she was eagerly bobbing her head back and forth along Uncle Palutena’s shaft as she finished swallowing the last few inches of such a tremendous cock. It was almost as if her own orgasm didn’t really matter, while the woman gave priority to Uncle Palutena’s larger, more dominant cock by pleasuring it with her mouth and tongue. Even in her most depraved moments, Uncle Palutena was still at the top of her mind.

Johnathan clenched his fists tighter and tighter, until his hands became a raging white. He clenched his teeth with a fury that could have crushed bones. At this point, he had watched the complete destruction of not just one but two of his sisters. Pure, indomitable fury was rushing through every last inch of his veins. The visceral hatred he currently felt towards Uncle Palutena was a noxious, overpowering sensation that could crush buildings. Though he felt much of this anger towards himself, for not once since Uncle Palutena had started playing with his sister, did Johnathan’s raging erection ever gone down. Only one thing remained clear at this point. Johnathan couldn’t take it anymore.

“T-That’s enough!!!” Johnathan’s voice thundered loudly throughout the room, a cry of desperation louder than his sheepish voice had managed to produce before. “I-I order you to stop!! Stop all of this right now!!!” He pointed accusingly at Uncle Palutena, mustering as much courage as he could find within him.

Unfortunately, Johnathan’s desperate plea had basically gotten nothing done. Samus hadn’t even heard him, her mind too focused on sucking the fat, pulsing phallus in her mouth. Pyra too was left totally oblivious, head buried beneath a fat, wobbly ass. Uncle Palutena did at least hear him. Her head turned slightly to the side as she turned towards the boy. She didn’t seem angry or insulted though, rather, it almost looked like she was… Amused…?

“What the hell are you talking about, boy?” Uncle Palutena asked in a crass manner, very reminiscent of the way Uncle Ronnie usually spoke, but with Palutena’s tender, feminine voice.

“I.. I… I-!!” Jonhathan gasped, struggling to put the muddled, confused, stray thoughts into a coherent sentence. “I want you to stop transforming my sister- A-And I want you to change them back! Turn Samantha and Madeleine back now!! Make them normal again!!!”

Johnathan’s chest heaved up and down rapidly while he clenched his eyes tightly. His heart was thumping so loudly, he could hear it beat it right on his ear. Johnathan had never been good at dealing with confrontations, and right now it was taking every little fiber of willpower for him to stand up to the seemingly indomitable foe that was Uncle Palutena. His body trembled in place, voice feeling sore and tight. He didn’t know what sort of response Uncle Palutena would give, he didn’t even know what the true extent of Uncle Palutena’s powers were. It was entirely possible Johnathan was instantly disintegrated on the spot for his insolence. But… But-!!! If he didn’t stand up now, then…

Slowly opening his eyes back up, Johnathan’s attention was taken towards Uncle Palutena. She seemed… a lot less bothered than Johnathan had originally expected. Of course, his desperate pleas had gone entirely ignored. Uncle Palutena was still thrusting her titanic girl cock into Samus’ mouth, and the two other video game gals were entirely preoccupied with perversion. The main thing that seemed different was Uncle Palutena’s expression, which had become twisted in confusion. Rather than be upset over Johnathan’s demands, it was like she wasn’t sure exactly what he was asking. As the seconds passed by, her confusion slowly shifted into unabashed joy. A perverted, cocky smile slowly crept upon her face, her eyes staring directly at Johnathan.

“Bahahah! Oh man, this is great!” Uncle Palutena bellowed out with a loud, hearty laugh. “You think I’m the one who’s been transforming everyone?”

“W-Wha-?” This time, it was Johnathan’s turn to be confused. His head tilted to the side and his voice rang out sheepishly. “W-What do you mean…?”

“Come on, Johnathan!” Uncle Palutena’s spoke loudly. Her voice was confident, strong, stern. But somehow, Johnathan got the feeling she wasn’t being insincere. “You’re a smart boy, aren’t you? How about you do a little bit of critical thinking?”

“If your ‘Uncle Ronnie’ had been the one in charge of all of these strange transformations, do you really think he would have transformed himself into a sexy lady with a huge dick?” Uncle Palutena presented the question genuinely. “Wouldn’t it make more sense for someone as toxically male as him to, I don’t know, turn himself into a big, buff man and turn everyone around him into wimpy bimbos with no cocks?”

Wheels began to turn inside of Johnathan’s mind, his brain slowly making its way through some mental calculations. Suddenly, a sensation of emptiness surged at the pit of his chest. A terrible possibility came across his consciousness, but… It couldn’t be, right…?

“No, instead, your uncle turned into a hung futanari. Not just any hung futanari either, but a hung futanari version of YOUR favorite character from your favorite game! The exact sort of thing you’ve always dreamed of~” Uncle Palutena continued, her smirk growing more accusatory by the second. “Do you really think your uncle knows who Palutena is or what she looks like? Do you think he even knows what a ‘futanari’ is? It’s more likely he just calls it a guy with tits!”

“N-N-N-NO!! T-T-That’s not-!” The panic inside Johnathan was growing fiercer and fiercer. His hands were shaking, his face painted with an expression of terror. “Y-Y-You can’t mean!!”

“That is exactly what I mean, Johhny boy~” Uncle Palutena chuckled, an expression of prideful victory covering his face. “The one who has actually been transforming the entire family is none other than you~”

The realization hit Johnathan like a sack of bricks. His body felt weak, and he lost his balance. As Johnathan began to fall forwards, he only managed to stop himself by clinging onto the top of the table. A billion thoughts were racing around in his head, loss, shame and fear twirling his heart asunder.

“No- No- NO! T-That’s impossible!!! How could I-” Johnathan stopped to catch his breath, the sensation of his thumping heart causing him pain in his chest. “How could I even do all this, I-I- I don’t have reality changing powers!!!”

“You didn’t before, but you certainly have them now~” Uncle Palutena turned towards Samus and Pyra, off in their own world as they fell prey to their unabashed sexual desires. “I think this more than anything makes that pretty clear~”

“B-But-! B-But!!! I-I didn’t mean for any of this to happen!” Johnathan cried out desperately, unsure if this was an excuse directed at Palutena or at himself.

“Yeah, that much is obvious now.” Uncle Palutena responded with a shrug of her shoulders, before she shoved her cock deeper into Samus’ throat. “Maybe you just can’t control it yet, I don’t really know how it works.”

Johnathan didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to do, or even what to think. It felt like the whole world around him had stopped. Was Uncle Palutena really saying the truth? Had he somehow gotten world shifting powers and accidentally used them to turn his sisters into perverts? A part of him vehemently shot the idea down as impossibility, but Uncle Palutena’s words made a certain amount of sense. Getting dominated by strong women with huge cocks had always been Johnathan’s dream. He’d imagined Palutena fucking him into submission so many times, he’d lost count. What other explanation could there be…

“Hey kid, don’t look at me with those pouty eyes! I’m as much of a victim as your sisters are, heh!” Uncle Palutena chuckled, though Johnathan wasn’t quite sure she believed herself to truly be a ‘victim’ in this scenario. “My old man brain got all scrambled up with that of this hottie goddess! I can remember my second divorce as clearly as I can my fight with Medusa! Ain’t that crazy? I think the only reason I’m aware of any of this is that you turned me into a literal goddess with heavenly powers! Otherwise, I would have probably ended up as horny and braindead as these two, heheh~”

Uncle Palutena pointed towards Samus and Pyra as if to make her point. At least on that end, there was no denying her claim. Neither Samus nor Pyra had paid a single scrap of attention to the entire conversation, investing all of their concentration in pleasuring each other. Samus’ eyes were blank with lust as she continued throating Uncle Palutena, and Johnathan could have sworn the large condom-like balloon hanging from her suit had gotten larger. Pyra was just as invested, face buried under Samus ass while she now masturbated her fully erect, throbbing cock.

Johnathan could feel his fists tightening in anger at the sight of his thoroughly corrupted sisters. Sure, on the one hand their debauchery and transformation were quite arousing. But these were her sisters! People who he cared about! People who he’d shared so many years together, bonding, laughing, caring… No, there was no way Johnathan could be responsible for something like this. Even if he did somehow acquire reality bending powers, he wouldn’t do this!!!

“I… I don’t believe you!” Johnathan spoke firmly, trying to pump himself full of courage. “Y-You’re lying! O-Or you’re tricking me! You just want me to lower my guard so you can do the same thing to me!!”

“Oh Johnathan…” Suddenly, Uncle Palutena’s face grew incredibly ominous and grim. “Trust me, if I could transform you into a cock-hungry bimbo like these two, I would have had you groveling on your knees long, long ago~”

“Buuuuut… I can’t! Trust me, I already tried~” Uncle Palutena gave another shrug, her expression becoming much cuter and more relaxed. “While I do have some goddess powers now, anything I do that goes against what you want is almost instantly undone~”

“T-That can’t be true!” Johnathan instantly snapped back, not letting Uncle Palutena’s words get to him. “I-I know y-you’re lying now, s-so just change them back!!!”

“Good lord! What a stubborn boy you turned out to be!” Uncle Palutena giggled in a feminine manner. “Very well, shall we do a little test then? Prove to you that you’re the one truly behind all these changes?”

The mere idea of agreeing with Uncle Palutena on anything right now didn’t sit well with Johnathan. Having a test didn’t seem particularly useful either. If Uncle Palutena was right and this was all Johnathan’s fault, then Johnathan still wouldn’t know how to control his powers and make everything normal again. And if Uncle Palutena was truly the one behind this, then he’d just be playing with Johnathan’s feelings and Johnathan would be left just as powerless as before. It was a lose-lose scenario, but… A part of Johnathan… He just needed to know. He needed to know if Uncle Palutena’s words were true, no matter the cost.

“Alright.” Johnathan grumbled begrudgingly. “You have a deal…”

Uncle Palutena’s devious smirk couldn’t have gotten wider if she tried, and it certainly wasn’t just because of how tight Samus’ throat felt around her girthy cock. Lifting her gaze ever so slightly, Palutena began to scan around the table. Her eyes shifted from one family member to another, each one of them entirely unbothered and unaware of the entire exchange that had just occurred, until her sight finally fell upon the large, muscular frame of Johnathan’s middle sister, Jane.

“Let’s take Jane, for example!” Uncle Palutena spoke boldly, directing Johnathan’s attention towards her. “She’s always been tomboyish and strong, hasn’t she? But don’t you think it would be a lot more fun if she was, I don’t know… A cute, feminine boy instead~?”

Johnathan grumbled at the response. Not because he disliked the idea, but because he actually really really enjoyed it. The thought of his annoyingly competitive sister, one who valued effort and hard work over anything else, shifting into a soft, effeminate girly boy was pure gold to Johnathan. How many times had he heard Jane complaint about all the girly things she had to do, or how her female friends were so complicated. This new Jane would effectively play into these exact issues, but now with a body that would normally be more fit for the sort of activities she enjoys right now.

Before Johnathan realized it, Jane had already started to change. Jane’s long brown hair, currently styled in the shape of a ponytail, began to slowly shrink back into her scalp. While Jane happily talked to one of their cousins sitting next to her by the table, her head slowly inched downwards, a clear indication that she was shrinking in height. Johnathan could swear that she was getting thinner too. And her skin seemed a bit paler. Though frustratingly enough, it was difficult to see any more detailed changes from where he was standing. Not only were Jane’s bulky clothes in the way, but she was also on the other side of the table! If only she could stand up for him to observe it better…

In that moment, Jane suddenly stood up from her seat. There was no warning, no sort of comment or acknowledgement. Jane just… Stood up out of nowhere, as she continued talking to her cousin like nothing happened at all. Johnathan didn’t pay the action any mind. Instead, his thoughts were concentrated on what character Jane could possibly turn into. Well, in the sense that- All of her other sisters had turned into characters that appear in Smash Ultimate, right? So who would Jane turn into? There were a good number of femboys in that game. From classics like Cloud Strife or Link, to lesser-known boys like Shulk and Hero. Johnathan passed through several characters in his head, taking each one of them with deep consideration. What if… What if Jane turned into Marth…?

As soon as the thought entered his head, Jane’s brown locks of hair were steadily turning bright blue. Her hair style was no longer feminine in any way, shifting into a short, tidy bobcut that just barely covered her forehead.  Facial features began to masculinize, sharper cheekbones, larger chin, thinner cheeks. But it wasn’t a massive change per see. Rather than becoming more masculine, Jane was becoming more androgynous. She was turning… More handsome. Johnathan felt himself shiver as he looked at his sister’s new face. Her eyes attained a brilliant blue hue, her expression turning kind but firm. He wasn’t looking at his sister anymore, now he was looking directly at Marth.

A litany of ripping and stretching sounds made Jonathan aware that Jane’s clothes suddenly began unraveling in on themselves. Jane’s hoodie basically disintegrated in the spot, leaving little else than a thin top. It exposed Jane’s arms, now longer but thinner. Johnathan’s eyes got to gaze upon Jane’s broader shoulders, while for the first time in 8 years he no longer had to look up at Jane. However, the most impactful change of all was Jane’s bust. Once a pretty respectable pair of C-Cups, Jane had basically nothing hanging from her chest. Two firm, flat pecs decorated the top of her torso, each one with nipples thick and dark enough they bled through her semi-transparent clothes. If there was anything that clearly indicated Jane was now a man, it was certainly that.

The new set of clothes draped over Jane’s body were a perverted parody of Marth’s original outfit. Though even that was putting it generously. Her torso was covered with nothing more than a thin, blue, semi-see through top that gave a perfect view of Jane’s two dark, round nipples. For bottoms, Jane was wearing the thinnest of thongs one could imagine, a single undergarment made of three blue threads so incredibly slender, they couldn’t even cover the bulbous girth of her clit. Johnathan stared at Jane’s thoroughly exposed pussy with interest. He figured any second it would start twisting and convulsing, inversing itself in order to become a thick, throbbing cock.

But… Somehow, it never did. It didn’t even show any signs of twisting, as Jane’s plump, vaginal slit clenched onto her thong. Johnathan thought he’d be disappointed to see her pussy remain intact but… A part of him actually liked it. The idea of this cute, responsible prince with a sopping pussy instead of a penis was thoroughly titillating to Johnathan’s mind. Though a leader like Marth was meant to be the one in command, imagining him shriveling up and getting bred was sending shivers down his spine. Johnathan was usually not a very dominant type of person, but it did make him want to…

Suddenly, Jane’s head turned upwards. Her conversation stopped abruptly, as it didn’t matter in the slightest. Then, her gaze started shifting, slowly inching its way throughout the table until it landed on Johanthan’s face. Jane was staring directly at Johnathan now. A perverted smile appeared on Jane’s face, the likes Johnathan had never seen before. She began to rub her flat chest in an explicit manner, showing off how flat and boyish her new body was. Her hands slowly inch downwards, where the pressed against the thick lips of her pussy and spread her lips teasingly. It was almost like… Almost as if he was saying… ‘Yes, I’m a boy with a pussy! Would you like to try it out~?”

A cold sweat instantly ran down Johnathan’s spine. Not because he was uncomfortable, but because he’d become unbearably aroused. Johnathan sheepishly shifted his gaze towards Uncle Palutena.

“N-No, i-i-it can’t be!!!” Johnathan angrily barked at the busty Palutena once more. “I-It must have- I-It was you!! Y-You were the one w-who influenced me!! Y-You’re the one who turned her into a femboy Marth!!!”

“Oh, kid!” Uncle Palutena rolled her eyes in annoyance. She placed her hands on Samus’ scalp, and started violently thrusting into her mouth to vent her frustration. “Do I look like the type of guy who knows what the fuck a Marth is? All I told you is to imagine your sister as a femboy, turning her into Marth, letting her keep her pussy, that shit was all on you.”

Johnathan staggered backwards, mouth agape and heart thumping. He tried to come up with some kind of excuse, some kind of justification that would explain his innocence. But he couldn’t. Uncle Palutena was right. He couldn’t have thought up of a cute pussy boy Marth, that had been all Johnathan’s idea. The fact that all of them had turned into characters Johnathan found attractive, the fact that they all had the exact type of bodies Johnathan enjoyed, even the sensation of being dominated that kept his cock hard this entire time. These were the exact sorts of things he enjoyed. This was the sort of scenario he would have dreamed up in a lustful haze.

Tears began to form in Johnathan’s eyes. Shame, despair, regret all plucked away at his heart, leaving him cold and empty. Having a foreign force doing all of this to him was one thing. But the fact that Johnathan had been doing it to himself all along? Now that was too much. The litany of sounds ringing around Johnathan became too many, the number of thoughts rolling around in his brain becoming impossible to count. Johnathan was entirely overwhelmed. He needed to get out, he needed some time alone to process this information. He didn’t know what else to do but to run back to his room, just like he’d done the last time.

Like a slow, lumbering zombie, Johnathan began to make his way out of the dining room. He didn’t look back at Uncle Palutena and his transformed sisters as he left. He had no idea if Uncle Palutena would be haughtily laughing at his despair, or if she would be more interested in using the two custom made cock-sleeves beside her. Johnathan didn’t even dare to glance near Jane, who he’d just transformed a promiscuous pussyboy. Unlike the other transformations, Jane’s hadn’t been fully accidental. He’d envisioned her new form in his mind, slowly crafting it until his desires were met. Hers had been the most intentional transformation of all, and it tore deep into Johnathan.

Johnathan didn’t scream as he left the dining room. He wasn’t particularly fast, as his feet slumped forward heavy step after heavy step. Nor did he seem particularly panicked. If one were to glance at Johnathan, you could surmise that he was tired or maybe a bit confused. But deep within Johnathan’s mind, his mental state could only be categorized as a hurricane of anxiety and distress. The weight Johnathan’s new powers dragged heftily on his consciousness, even if the changes he’d caused hadn’t been fully intentional. Now that he was aware of them, now that he could feel them it made the reality of this evening all the more distressing.

Everything felt like a blur as Johnathan walked through the hallway, like the world itself was losing detail and Johnathan was merely walking through a cloud of nothingness. Time became meaningless. Johnathan didn’t know if it took him five seconds or five minutes to get to his room. If he hadn’t almost walked into it, Johnathan wouldn’t have even noticed the door itself. Opening the door with a tired grown, Johnathan quietly stepped inside. Through the darkness of the room and dim light of the moon which made its way through his window, Johnathan could only scarcely see the visage of his room. It was just like he’d left it before, a scene of mundane normality compared to the insanity that had developed in the dining room.

Here he was. The comfort of his room. But… Now what? He had no idea what to do or think or even what to react. There were so many things going on, so many issues still in desperate need to resolve. How and why had he gotten this incredible power? Would he be able to control him? What would happen to him now that things had changed like this? All these questions rolled around Johnathan’s mind, thoroughly overwhelming him. As the pressure became too high, Johnathan just sank onto the floor. He brought his knees close to his chest, wrapping his arms around them as he buried his face downwards.

For now… For now he was just going to sit down and think about things some more… That’s all he could do at this point…

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Tick…

Tack…

Tick…

Tack…

With every second that passed, the clock in Johnathan’s room clacked loudly with an echo that pulsated again and again until it dissipated into nothingness. It was the only sound that currently reverberated through its four lonely walls, its only source of motion or life. Darkness embroiled each corner of the room in a pitch-black color. Were it not for the cold, bluish light of the moon that just passed through the window, Johnathan’s entire room would have been completely swallowed up in obscurity. Almost everything within confines of Johnathan’s room remained buried within a thick layer of dark, too obscured to even be recognized. All… Except for Johnathan’s face, just barely illuminated by an errant stray ray of moonlight.

Sitting in the exact same place he’d been sitting in since he first locked himself in the room, Johnathan let out a sigh of exasperation. His butt pressed down on the wooden floor, knees bent upwards in a sort of fetal position. Johnathan’s arms were still wrapped around his legs, but his face was no longer buried down into his own arms. Instead, the boy just stared blankly out of the window. By this point, the horror and dread of his latest discovery had started to pass, leaving him in a state of mild stupefaction where he could do little more than sit by his door, ruminating over what the hell he was supposed do next.

It wasn’t easy finding out that you have the power to alter reality. Especially when these powers were also the ones responsible for thoroughly messing up the people he loved. In most of the perverted, reality-bending, power fantasy stories that Johnathan often read, the main characters were pretty eager to throw away their humanity and alter the world around them to their perverse wills. They either became all-powerful, unstoppable gods, or suffered some kind of karmic punishment for their misdeeds by the end. Johnathan had no desire for either of those fates. Despite his many complaints and misgivings about his family, the truth is Johnathan was relatively satisfied with his life. Of course there were things he would change to make his life better but altering reality itself to make it come true seemed unnecessary, not to mention it was also highly immoral.

Unfortunately, unlike the morally dubious main characters in these stories who were able to mold the world around them without any effort, Johnathan had basically no control over his own powers. In the short amount of time he’d been spared after overcoming his anxiety, Johnathan tried using it in any way that he could. Wishing either loudly or in his head did pretty much nothing. Trying to concentrate and really picture himself altering reality had no effect. The only thing that produced any sort of result was the time that his stomach grumbled with hunger. For a moment, the idea of having some fried chicken sounded really appetizing, not just to sate his hunger but also to ease his nerves. Then all of a sudden, without any sort of warning or fanfare, Johnathan found a bag of fast food fried chicken materialized right in front of him. It was a picture-perfect representation of exactly what he desired, and it also tasted like the best fried chicken he’d ever had.

So it seemed Johnathan’s powers only reacted to his deeper, more subconscious desires. An intrinsic need which he could not control, some kind of genuine want which he couldn’t quite quantify. What made this specific desire come true, Johnathan had no idea. If he had reality altering powers, why did he still get hungry in the first place? Was he still mortal? Did these powers come with some sort of limits? These were the type of questions that constantly rolled around Johnathan’s head over and over and over again. Yet no matter how much he pondered them, no answer appeared in sight. All Johnathan had been able to discern is that his reality shifting powers were connected intrinsically to his subconscious, to the point that reality would change before he even realized the desire had even emerged in the first place.

However, this knowledge did nothing to ease Johnathan’s concerns. In fact, it only amplified them. Because of his reality altering powers only reacted to his deepest desires… Then it meant that despite all of his angst and complaining, in some sort of messed up way, he actually wanted his sisters and uncle to turn into hyper-sexed futanari freaks. And no matter how hard he wished to turn things back, no matter how deeply he concentrated or tried to manifest it into his will, there were no signs of them ever going back. It almost made it seem like… This is what he truly wanted…?

The very idea was quite difficult for Johnathan to grapple with. It’s why he was still sitting here at the edge of his door, curled up and unable to move. Sure, Johnathan was a pretty horny person with a lot of fetishes, but he wasn’t that much of a pervert, was he? It’s not like he wanted these things to happen in real life, and much less with his family involved. All of this was too much and too fast! That’s what Johnathan kept telling himself. That’s what he truly wanted to believe. And yet… The proof was on the pudding. All of these justifications, all of this rationalizing and reasoning meant absolutely nothing when compared to the fact that even now his family members were ok still horny futas. It was hard to maintain a firm argument when reality itself seemed to contradict it.

Knock knock-

A set of very light, dainty knocks on the door to his room caught Johnathan’s attention. Soon after came a sweet, motherly voice he knew quite well.

“Johnny?” Martha’s voice called out from beyond the door in a soft, tender tone. “Are you doing alright in there?”

A saddened smile slowly crept onto Johnathan’s face. The last thing he needed right now was to get in contact with another family member. Considering his track record, the moment he opened the door he’d see his mother sporting a huge cock, ready to breed him.

 “Listen dear…” Johnathan’s mother continued after a long silence, unwilling to keep her voice for too long. “I’m sorry you and Uncle Palutena have kept butting heads all night long. I really shouldn’t have made you interact with her.”

“Honestly, I shouldn’t have even invited her in the first place…” You barely heard her whisper to herself.

“Every family has got their bad apples, you know? Ours definitely has a huge, sour one.” Martha gave out a huge sigh of exasperation. “But the thing that I was hoping to make clear is… Your sisters, your father and I… Your closest family, we’ll always stand by your side. No matter what happens.”

The kind words felt like they struck Johnathan right in the heart. It was clear how much his mother cared for him. He knew his sisters loved him very much too. Even if they sometimes got into fights, they all got along pretty well. And yet despite all that, Johnathan had still morphed half of his family into perverted parodies, living sex dolls…

“Even…” Johnathan gulped loudly, his voice shaky and weak. “Even if I messed everything up… Would that still be okay…?”

“Of course, darling!” Martha responded enthusiastically, her mood noticeably perking up at the sound of Johnathan’s voice. “Everyone makes mistakes every once in a while! It doesn’t matter how big of a mess you make or how bad things gets. You should know that through thick and thin, your family will always be there to support you. Regardless of what form that support might take.”

 Martha’s statement did bring some sort of relief to Johnathan. It was nice to know that after all that had happened, there was still someone on his side. Even if she wasn’t fully aware of what was going on. Still, Johnathan wasn’t convinced.

“B-But what if…” Johnathan gave a deep sigh, the regret palpable in his voice. “What if I do something really bad to you guys?”

“Oh, Johnny… I know you better than anyone lose in the world, and I know that you would NEVER do anything bad to us.” Martha responded confidently, in a tone so firm and steady it almost seemed like she was proud of her words. “You’re the kindest, gentlest, most caring young man in the whole world. I’m more than sure that if you ever did do something to us, it would only be to make us better, out of the love and compassion in your heart.”

Better…? Had Johnathan really made anything better? Well, the new Uncle Palutena certainly seemed to be more enjoyable than his previous uncle, whose original name he couldn’t care to remember. Uncle Palutena did seem to get along better with the rest of the family, even if it was in a messed up, domineering way. And Johnathan’s sisters were enjoying themselves quite a lot, though most of it was through mind breaking. But… Surely none of these things meant Johnathan had made his family’s life better, right?? Especially considering he’d done it all without their consent. This entire thing was nothing more than Johnathan imposing his selfish desires on everyone else!

“And even if you make some sort of mess. The most important thing is that you do your best trying to fix it! That’s the Godson way!” Martha exclaimed somewhat proudly, her smirk apparent through the door. “And if you can’t fix it, well… It’s not the end of the world! Sometimes things just happen, and you have to do your best to live with them! Whatever that might have been, as long as you have your family by your side, we can overcome anything!”

The thought had never really crossed Johnathan’s mind to this point. It seemed downright immoral to even consider. Even if he hadn’t intentionally meant for it to happen, surely it was wrong to just lay down and accept it. And yet… Johnathan had to admit, the idea certainly had some allure to it. He would have been a liar if he said he didn’t find the entire situation incredibly attractive. The fact these were, in actuality, his family members was easily lost when they all looked like attractive, incredibly hung anime ladies. And the idea of having Palutena thoroughly dominating him was one which Johnathan had thought about plenty of times in the past. Moreover, Johnathan’s inability to actively turn things back to normal most certainly hampered his efforts to do so. If he couldn’t turn everyone back… Then would it really be so bad to enjoy things as they were…?

“So… Please Johnny, won’t you join your family?” Johnathan’s mother continued through the silence, the sadness clear in her tone. “Whatever might have happened or whatever might happen in the future, the important thing is that we all stick together, isn’t it~?”

Johnathan had no idea if his mother’s words were completely genuine, or if his subconscious had somehow managed to influence her into saying the exact things he wanted to hear. In a way, it didn’t matter. At least not anymore. As much as Johnathan wanted to cling to the ways of the old world, as desperately as he desired for things to remain as they were, the moment he received his reality bending powers it was too late. Even if he theoretically managed to ‘fix things’, his all-encompassing, uncontrollable power would always linger in the background. Never again would Johnathan be able to tell if anything was meant to be this way, or if he’d unintentionally willed it to be. From now on, nothing would be the same.

So why shouldn’t he indulge? If only a little bit. Why shouldn’t he take advantage of his powers, and live out his most depraved fantasies without worries? The proverbial Pandora’s box had already been opened, and there was no way all of the evils could be put back in at this point. With no road to redemption, with no apparent path to normalcy, wouldn’t the only logical thing be to just let it happen and enjoy it?

“Alright…” Johnathan whispered, so barely audibly even he had a hard time hearing himself.

Placing a hand on the floor, the boy slowly began to pull himself onto his feet. His face remained grim the entire time he rose. Perhaps he was just being weak. Perhaps he was giving up too easily, and the right thing would be for him to fight against these changes no matter how hopeless they seemed. If he had been a stronger man, maybe that would have been the correct choice. But… Johnathan was tired. He was tired of all the mental anguish of having these uncontrollable powers. He was tired of having accidentally turned his family into a bunch of perverts. He was most certainly tired of the incredible amounts of distress his uncle had imbued onto him from each one of her intimate encounters. With so little energy and strength of will remaining, the allure of beautiful women with fat cocks was too much to resist.

With Johnathan’s face turning towards the door, he gave one big sigh. His hand slowly stretched towards the door handle, gently quivering as it did so. The instant his palm painstakingly wrapped around the handle however, he froze for a second or two. A last minute attack of his consciousness tugged at Johnathan’s heart strings, preventing him from opening the door. Even now, in his weakest moments, Johnathan’s desire for normalcy was so powerful, it stopped him from fully giving in. The innocent boy was seriously troubled by the idea of abusing his powers for his own pleasure. Unfortunately, it was much too late by now. Sealing those hopeful and moral thoughts at the back of his mind, Johnthan pushed forward anyways and turned the knob of his door. A loud, lumbering creaking noise rang out as the door slowly began to push outwards.

Except… As Johnathan peered into the other side of the door frame, he was met not with the mother he once knew and loved. Looking down at where he expected his mother’s face to be, Johnathan instead saw a titanic log of thick, throbbing, veiny girlcock. Little by little Johnathan’s gaze began to shift upwards. He saw a waist as slim and slender as a piece of fancy silverware. His eyes were blessed with a set of fat, rounded, bubbly breasts just barely covered by two V-Shaped flaps from a silver-colored mantle. Finally reaching far above his own height, Johnathan saw a womanly, shapely face. A set of square black glasses graced her face, along with a mole beneath her mouth. The top of her head was decorated with short black hair, while her gray eyes glimmered with a malicious glint. This was not the image of his beloved mother.

This was a virtual copy of Bayonetta, the sexy and heavily hung umbral witch.

“Finally!” The woman spoke not in the kind and tender tone of Johnathan’s mother, but in a sultry and luscious British voice. “Mommy was getting bored just standing around~”

Without any sort of warning, Bayonetta(?) began proudly and confidently stepping into the room. She didn’t go around Johnathan though. Instead, she picked up the boy by the collar of his shirt and lifted him off the ground until he was eye level with her. Bayonetta’s plump, womanly lips twisted into a malicious, self-satisfied grin as she looked directly at Johnathan.

“My, my Johnny~” She purred in a tone that was not caring or gentle in the slightest, but menacingly luscious. “You’ve been a naughty, naughty boy, haven’t you~?”

All Johnathan could do was gulp loudly in response. There was a factor of shock, that he hadn’t expected for a beautiful woman to suddenly appear and tug him off his feet. But there was also the fact that Bayonetta was so dashing and beautiful, it literally left Johnathan speechless.

Bayonetta had no intention to wait for Johnathan’s response, however. “And you know what happens to naughty boys~”

Holding her delightfully devious smirk, Bayonetta began walking further into the room with Johnathan’s shirt held firmly in hand. The helpless boy teetered left and right with every step that the voluptuous woman took. There was no sort of struggle as she dragged him along, her strength and determination far outweighing Johnathan’s own. As the initial shock of the confrontation started to settle, Johnathan began to question how he’d gotten here in the first place. One minute he was talking to his mom, the next this talk Amazon woman was manhandling like he was a toy. W-Wait, could it be that-?!

No… The imperative woman currently swinging him about has pretty much nothing in common with Johnathan’s mother. First was the height difference. Johnathan’s mother was tiny, smaller than even himself. Yet this woman towered several heads above him. Her face had most certainly retained the marks of age, making her more endearing rather than retracting from her looks. Then there was the way she carried herself, moving with a sense of bravado and confidence that Johnathan’s sheepish mother could only ever dream of imitating. Each one of her steps oozed with assertiveness, her thick lips glimmering brightly even as Johnathan inspected her intensely.

But perhaps the thing that mad Johnathan doubt the most was the absolutely titanic cock that violently swung left and right as Bayonetta walked. Johnathan’s cheeks became pink as he saw the fully erect shaft point directly at him, its veiny girth throbbing up and down with need. Though the cock was intimidatingly fat, long and hard, it seemed to carry the same sort of elegance and poise as the woman itself. Its pearly white skin was sparkling clean and pale, its thick, bulbous, mushroom shaped tip looking red and shiny. Two pendulous balls hung further below, incredibly saggy and droopy as they shifted from one side to another, yet no less majestic than the rest of her form package. No… This was not the body a frumpy, suburban, 50-something year old body should have. This was…

“See something you like, darling~?” Bayonetta spoke in a sultry teasing voice as she noticed Johnathan’s quivering stares. Johnathan’s face became even redder.

Of course, considering Johnathan’s powers, pretty much anything was fair game. But Johnathan didn’t believe. He didn’t want to believe. He… Needed to make sure…

“M-Mom?!” Johnathan’s gaze shifted to Bayonetta’s face, his eyes gleaming with dampness. “I-Is that you?!”

“Who else would it be, darling~?” Bayonetta winked affectionately at the boy in her hands.

Before she violently flung Johnathan onto his own bed. The totally shocked Johnathan barely had any time to yelp as his body smashed face first against the soft sheets of his bed. He’d been thrown with so much force, he actually bounced a couple of inches up into the air in response, before gracelessly flopping back down. Johnathan groaned weakly as his arms pressed against the bed and slowly lifted him up. His face slowly turned to the left, where he saw Bayonetta standing directly in front of his bed, her cock twitching needing just a few inches from his face.

“Honestly Johnny dear, what did you expect was gonna happen~?” Bayonetta chucked in a mocking tone, looking down at Johnathan in more than just the literal way. “This is only appropriate treatment you deserve after getting in an argument with our glorious goddess, Unle Palutena~”

Johnathan could see from the glimmer in her eye that Bayonetta meant every one of those words. There was no sign of the caring, doting mother that had just comforted not minutes ago. Johnathan was sure if he uttered the name ‘Martha’, this woman wouldn’t even recognize it. The throbbing, erect penis that sprouted from her nether regions was the perfect symbol to demonstrate that Johnathan’s mother had become yet another of Uncle Palutena’s loyal and subservient slaves.

“If it were up to me, I would have fucked you stupid right there on the spot~” Bayonetta wrapped one of her slender hands around her thick shaft, her smile growing more wicked as she began to pump her member. “But it seems out merciful goddess has taken quite the liking to you, little Johnny~ She wants you to submit to her willingly and embrace her glorious rule over you~”

With one hand still firmly gripping onto her turgid erection, Bayonetta slowly lowered herself onto the bed. Her free hand tentatively moved onto Johnathan’s ass, her fingers sinking into the skin of his cheeks as she groped him forcefully.

“So what do you say, dear~?” Bayonetta cooed as she kicked her lips, her cock throbbing harder with each second. “Will you stop all that stupid, meaningless resistance and finally embrace your new world~?”

“I-I…” Johnathan stuttered.

A huge sigh escaped from his lips, as brittle as his own conviction. Even now, it was difficult to fully admit his defeat. And before the words even came from his mouth, he could feel Bayonetta’s slender hands already gripping onto his ass. A slew of cold shivers ran down his spine as the slim fingers pressed into his butt. His cock throbbed intently, growing harder and harder by the second. The time for doubting himself had long passed. There was only one option remaining for poor Johnathan.

“I-I’ll do it…” The boy sighed in exasperation. “I-I’ll submit to Uncle Palutena…”

“Oooooh~!” Bayonetta jumped with joy at the statement, her wrinkled smile growing wider and wider. “That’s just what mommy wanted to hear~!!”

It was as if Johnathan’s tepid acceptance had somehow activated something within Bayonetta. One second the woman was standing there, eagerly stroking off, the second she was jumping on top of Johnathan’s bed without wasting a single moment of time. Knees sinking deep into the fluff of Johnathan’s mattress, Bayonetta swiftly sneaked behind Johnathan. She didn’t really move Johnathan from where he was laying faced down on the bed. Instead, she merely lifted his ass up into the air until it was at the same level as her throbbing endowment. Bayonetta couldn’t help but thoroughly lick her soft, pillowy lips as she looked at Johnathan’s wide butt through his jeans. Each one of her hands reached into the side of Johnathan’s pants, and without even unbuckling them-

Swoosh!

Johnathan’s pants were pulled down in a single, swift motion, lacking any sort of resistance as his pale, bubbly ass was revealed. Almost instantly, Bayonetta’s hands flew onto Johnathan’s round cheeks. It made Johnathan jump and unintentionally groan as he felt the warmness of her fingers. The way Bayonetta’s hands squeezed his ass, fingers kneading and pressing with desire… Despite how much aversion Johnathan felt at the whole situation, he had to admit it felt kind of good… All that separated Johnathan’s anus from Bayonetta now was a set of whitey-tighties, with an emphasis on the tight part. The underwear clung so closely to Johnathan’s backside, it dug into his crack. Every inch of his buttocks was exposed, and his penis bulged desperately against the cloth at the front.

Not that this seemed to bother Bayonetta in the slightest. Even with the underwear firmly secured to Johnathan’s form, Bayonetta happily slapped her monstrous, girthy cock against Johnathan’s ass. Her hips rocked back and forth gently, pressing her firm, veiny erection between Johnathan’s cheeks. A flush of heat surged on Johnathan’s face. His breathing became heavier, strange tingling spreading throughout his skin. If he hadn’t been aroused before, he was most certainly aroused now. His fully erect penis, pulsing and twitching desperately against his underwear was no better evidence. Johnathan never knew a cock could feel so hot and sticky pressed against his body. He never imagined the way his butthole would needily pulse, like it was begging to be filled.

As Bayonetta started tugging away at Johnathan’s underwear, anxiety began to fill him once more. W-Would this really be okay?! Johnathan had fantasized about having his organs rearranged by a huge piece of girlcock, but he’d never had anal sex before! H-He’d never even played with his butt previously! N-Not to mention-!! T-This was still his mom! Even if she looked like a plumped up, even sluttier version of Bayonetta, surely this was too much! None of these concerns ever stopped Bayonetta, of course. And Johnathan himself didn’t dare move away from her grasp. Instead, he merely shivered in place as Bayonetta pulled Johnathan’s underwear aside and shoved the glistening, pulsating red head of her cock between Johnathan’s butt.

Johnathan’s breath held still. His heart felt like it stopped beating, almost as if time itself had come to a standstill. The sensation of Bayonetta’s thick cockhead pressing intimately against Johnathan’s anus send reverberations throughout his whole body. Its thumping heat and continuous throbbing was the only thing Johnathan could think about. What could this feeling be called? Dread? Anticipation? For The single second Bayonetta just sat there, her cock so close to Johnathan’s butt yet so far from taking him, felt like an eternity to the anxious Johnathan. Only then, once the boy’s hunger had been properly snared, did Bayonnetta finally thrust her hips forward with one violent, confident motion.

Shluuurp~

The instant Johnathan felt Bayonetta’s thick penis spreading open his virginal anus, his eyes went wide. A little whimper escaped from his lips as the cock delved deeper and deeper inside him. Johnathan had expected that it would hurt, that the penis would struggle to penetrate his unused insides. But there was no such struggle, not even the slightest of staggering or pausing. Bayonetta’s cock slid effortlessly into Johnathan’s ass like a hot knife slicing through butter. More impressive than that however, was the fact that… It didn’t hurt in the slightest. In fact… It felt really good. No- It felt incredible~

Clap!

Johnathan’s ass recoiled loudly as Bayonetta’s crotch slammed against it, her entire cock now fully stuck within the boy’s ass. Johnathan unwittingly yipped in response. Any discomfort he could have imagined never materialized. Instead, Johnathan’s cock was harder than it had ever been before, its tip already oozing precum through his underwear. The way Bayonetta’s penis throbbed inside of Johnathan’s butt made his dick throb uncontrollably. He could feel every inch of Bayonetta’s fat girlcock filling up his anus, taking it over, spreading and mashing against his inner walls like she owned them. It was actually sort of embarrassing how much he was enjoying it right now, considering the context of it all. But the excitement he felt was just oozing out of every one of his pores.

“Oh, are you enjoying it~?” Bayonetta cooed seductively, picking up on Johnathan’s quiet enthusiasm. Slowly, she began to lean down closer and closer to Johnathan until her face was just behind his. “Well, I hope you’re ready because we are just getting started, dear~”

What had started out as a relatively subdued penetration quickly turned wild as Bayonetta began utterly slamming Johnathan’s tight boy ass. Placing both hands firmly on the bed around him, Bayonetta’s hips furiously started thumping up and down with furor. Her cock slid in and out of Johnathan’s butt almost effortlessly. Each time she thrust her hips against his butt, his ass would clap loudly in response. The bed beneath them bounced up and down along to the rhythm of Bayonetta’s frenzied motions. It was pretty clear that Bayonetta was using every inch of her witchly powers to devastate Johnathan’s butt. A show of passionate force that was sure to destroy someone as new to sex as Johnathan.

And yet… Throughout it all, Johnathan remained more than just completely unbothered, he was downright ecstatic! Though Johnathan could barely hold his hips still for a single second, the way Bayonetta’s cock made its way inside him with so much force and speed was making him go crazy.  Time and time again, boy’s hips were smashed down with so much force, his crotch violently smushed down against the soft sheets of the beds, only for Bayonetta to pull back and cause Johnathan’s butt to needily bounce back up alongside her. His quivering anal walls seem to be desperately clinging to the girth of Bayonetta’s cock, tightening around her shaft in pathetic submission. Any sort of masturbation Johnathan had ever indulged in before absolutely paled in comparison to the pure amounts of bliss he felt this moment.

As Johnathan’s pleasure only continued climbing however, something strange started to occur around his crotch. The boy’s fully erect penis, which hungrily rubbed against the fabric of his underwear, suddenly pulled back. It didn’t grow harder and larger, rather, it actually shrank. Johanthan’s penis slunk back with another pull, its girth and length depleting almost instantly. And with each one of Bayonetta’s thrusts, it was only getting smaller and smaller. Even his balls seemed to shrink, sack tightening and sinking back into his crotch as both of his testicles got ever so tiny. After no more than a couple of seconds, Johnathan’s once respectable penis had been reduced to a mere inch and a half cockle that couldn’t even hold an erection.

It was the sort of feeling that did not go unnoticed. Johnathan felt every excruciating second that his penis slowly diminished. But it did not bother Johnathan in the slightest, it only made him more aroused. Where once Johnathan’s pleasure had been divided between his throbbing cock and the trembling of his stretching asshole, now the ecstasy was focused mostly on Bayonetta’s cock remodeling his insides. His new sissified penis was now little more than an accessory, a pale imitation of the glorious, fat, pulsating cocks of the women around him. Johnathan wouldn’t dominate anyone, he’d never use his cock to plaster someone else into submission. So why should a whimpy, submissive boy like him need such an organ after all? It was better for him to have a teeny, little dick.

“Aww, how cute~” Bayonetta half-cooed, half-cackled as she somehow noticed Johnathan’s penis shriveling up into a pathetic little thing. “The subby boy likes all his women with huge cocks, but he only has a little clitty dicky himself~”

The moment those demeaning words surged from Bayonetta’s mouth, Johnathan’s entire body locked up in orgasm. Jizz started freely dripping out of Johnathan’s urethra, his cock so tiny and weak it couldn’t properly spurt anymore. It was only thanks to Bayonetta’s continuous thrusts that Johnathan’s cum splatted against his underwear, though his output was so thin and sparse, it barely left any mark. Instead, much of the pleasure was concentrated around his ass, which lovingly quivered to the sensation of Bayonetta’s pounding cock. A litany of shivers ran down Johnathan’s spine, his voice letting out a breathy, effeminate gasp. Johnathan had just experienced his first female orgasm. One orgasmic, body trembling sensation which was only the first of many to come…

While the incredible afterglow of his climax began to permeate through Johnathan’s body, so did another new magical feeling… It was a strange bubbling heat that Johnathan had never felt before, a soft, tingling sensation that bubbled around his butt. The moment Bayonetta’s pelvis met Johnathan’s ass, his buttcheeks suddenly stretched out sideways. With each continuous thrust, Johnathan’s butt only became meatier. Rounder. Larger. It wasn’t just that his cock had shrunk. Now Johnathan’s butt bulged out into two round, bubbly orbs. His cheeks became shapelier and jigglier than ever before. Johnathan’s manhood was only the initial step. His entire body was slowly becoming more and more feminine!  

This new wave of feminization quickly began to overtake the entirety of Johnathan’s form. His thighs thickened and spread in order to support the new bubbly mass of his fat ass. They stretched and expanded out in every direction, growing so thick and wobbly they jiggled in tune to Bayonetta’s fierce thrusts. Johnathan’s hips expanded while his waist grew painfully thin, his already slender stomach becoming so smooth and flat it looked like he didn’t eat. Even Johnathan’s arms weren’t safe from the transformation, as his shoulders shrank, his forearms became thinner, and his hands shrunk all in unison. Estrogen ran rampant throughout Johnathan’s body, molding its features to an indomitable will.

Then came the sudden weight in his chest. As Bayonetta slammed her cock particularly hard inside of Johnathan’s butt, smashing against the back of his prostate, Johnathan felt his chest dragging downward. Inch after inch, the mass of Johnathan’s flat chest became flabbier and looser. Two growing protrusions wobbled back and forth like pendulums, drooping lower and lower with each swing. His nipples became bright pink as they fattened up with mass. The shape of his chest shifted until it was rounded, fluffier, bouncier. As Johnathan’s enlarging chest became big enough, they gracelessly plopped down against the soft surface of the bed, nipples dragging and pulling against the seams of his shirt. Johnathan had a huge pair of womanly tits now.

All that Johnathan could muster as a response to his new fat, jiggly breasts was a loud, surprisingly girlish moan of arousal. Johnathan’s entire body quivered as his hardening, now feminine nipples dragged against the bed below. Johnathan could intimately feel each wobble, each little rub, each single time that his breasts sensually pressed against his bed. The tingling in his nipples was as sensitive and pleasurable as that of his cock, sending pleasurable shocks directly into his brain as they rolled around against the fabric of his shirt. W-Were tits supposed to feel this good?! Was their hefty weight dragging down on his body and bouncing about with so much sensitivity seriously real!? For the first time in this entire ordeal, Johnathan did not see these new changes in a negative light. He loved his new tits!!!

Soon the final stages of the transformation began approaching his face. It slowly crept up his throat like a flowing liquid, causing his face to crack as his head became rounder, smaller, cuter. Johnathan’s lips inflated into puffy, womanly lips. His nose shrunk, eyelashes growing longer and sultrier. The once purple eyes turned a glimmering sky blue, as the voice in his throat increased in pitch. Meanwhile, Johnathan’s short smooth, black hair started getting longer and spikier. It shifted in color to a delicate light brown, becoming messier and more abundant. Yet, it didn’t grow all that long, just voluminous enough to drape over his eyes and cheeks. Johnathan’s final face remained quite androgynous, though leaning more heavily on the feminine side. Yet the short brown locks were not ones he recognized. Just who had he-

Before the thought had become fully realized in his mind, Johnathan’s clothes began to shimmer with a brilliant white light that was blinding. The sleeves of Johnathan’s shirt began disintegrating, its cloth turning a splendorous white as it shifted into a simple white tunic that barely reached above his crotch. Johnathan’s whity-tighties thinned out until there was barely anything there, twisting into nothing more than a pair of open string panties with openings for his butt and tiny cock. His socks too shifted into brown leather sandals with steep high heels, a sultry shape that revealed his slim, feminine feet. Finally, a golden leaf crown formed at the top of his ruffled hair, finishing his outfit like the literal cherry on top.

A pleasured, ecstatic moan blasted past Johnathan’s lips as he felt his new clothes snugly clinging to his body. His fat breasts rubbed tenderly against his tonic, the sensation of his tight new panties making his penis tremble. This whole ensemble… Johnathan didn’t recognize it, but it seemed strangely familiar. There was something sort of angelic to it, a purported purity that was scandalously corrupted by his perverted, feminine form. It almost seemed to resemble the outfit of Palutena’s most loyal subjects, the angel-

Another loud, pleasured groan escaped Johnathan, this one much more painful than the previous one. Two sparkling white spots suddenly emerged on Johnathan’s back, the same exact color as the holy glow that his clothes had emitted not a few seconds ago. Without any sort of warning, these spots began to surge outwards, morphing into imposing poles of light that grew longer and longer. As these brilliant pillars of white expanded further, they each twisted downwards to form an upside-down v-shape. Then, in a sudden explosion of white flurry sparkles, both poles were made real. Feathers. A storm of cloud-white feathers began drifting through the air. And from Johnathan’s back, there were now two huge, firm, feathery white angel wings firmly attached.

The wing flapped majestically a couple of times the moment they were born into the world. Johnathan groaned as the sensation reached him. He could feel the way they moved, he controlled their motions. As his body rocked back and forth and Bayonetta’s cock slammed deep into his ass, his wings trembled and recoiled in response. Johnathan had turned into an angel! Not just any angel though. As fate would have it, Johnathan had transformed into the most subservient, submissive and loyal character to Palutena in the entire Smash Brothers cast.

Johnathan was a slutty, big-titted version of Pit.

“Oooohhhh, yeah darling~ Tighten those glutes~” Bayonetta cooed blissfully, her face distorting as she began to get lost in the tight pleasure of Johnathan’s anus. “As an Umbral Witch, here’s nothing better than cumming in tight, angel ass~!!!”

By this point, Bayonetta was no longer concerned in merely teasing Johnathan. Instead, the only thing she cared about at the moment was how good Johnathan’s heavenly asshole felt squeezing around her girthy cock.  Bayonetta’s hands shifted onto Johnathan’s tiny, feminine waist. Her hips slammed downwards with violent force, causing the bed beneath them to creak so loudly it sounded like it was about to break. The way Johnathan’s fat, bubbly ass clapped loudly each time Bayonetta thrust was nothing short of divine. The boy’s tight anal walls wrapped needily around Bayonetta’s gargantuan endowment, loose enough to not make the experience uncomfortable, yet firm enough that Bayonetta could feel every little detail of Johnathan’s butt pulsating steamily against the shaft of her dick.

Even Johnathan himself didn’t seem as concerned as he had been before. Not a single ounce of dread shone in his expression, instead Johnathan’s face was deformed in pure, unadulterated bliss. Each time that Bayonetta’s cock slammed deep into his ass, Johnathan’s higher-pitched, girly voice cried out in pleasure. The ecstasy of feminine sex was running rampant throughout his entire body, while his prostate trembled in pure bliss as the fat cockhead of Bayonetta’s penis punched deep against it. From Johnathan’s tiny, emasculated penis which dribbled pathetically with submissive need, to his titanic, wobbling tits bouncing and rubbing against the bed, the seeds of Johnathan’s new form were implanted into the depths of his very consciousness.

The bubbling heat inside of Johnathan’s room only continued rising as the flurry of motions intensified and the number of depraved sounds only increased. But Johnathan knew it would soon come to an end. Though this was the first time he’d ever done something like this, he instinctively knew Bayonetta was reaching her breaking limit. The woman’s motions were becoming rougher and more abrupt, her cock throbbed more intensely, as if it was desperately trying to not blow. Even Bayonetta’s voice was shaky, her grunts louder and more unstable than Johnathan could have ever expected. It seemed even a powerful woman like her wasn’t totally immune to the completely overpowering sensations of sex.

“Yesss!! Take it all, you little angel slut!!!” Bayonetta screamed at the top of her lungs as her balls retracted and her cock engorged with pulsing semen.

Yeah, Johnathan wasn’t one to judge either. The moment Bayonetta’s sticky hot semen began erupting from her tip and blasting right inside of Johnathan’s ass, his entire body quivered in pure ecstasy. Johnathan’s ass lovingly tightened around Bayonetta’s girth, gripping her length so tightly she couldn’t pull it back out. His cocklet gave the strongest sputter of jizz it had given since its transformation, yet it was still so clear and whimpering, it couldn’t even compare to Bayonetta’s precum. As cum splashed deeper into Johnathan’s rectum, pooling around his quivering prostate and permeating heat through every inch of his crevice, all Johnathan could think was how incredible of an experience it had all been, and how much he loved the feeling of hot cum filling up his ass.

The two remained this way for some time, with Bayonetta’s hips stuck to Johnathan’s ass, her cock blasting shot after weakening shot of jizz into his stomach, while Johnathan just laid down on his bed, gasping breathlessly as the heat of Bayonetta’s semen filled up his mind. It was a strangely comfortable silence, filled with nothing more than the beating of their hearts and the quiet whimpering of their breaths. Johnathan’s ass trembled happily as Bayonetta’s hot jizz sloshed within him. The softening pulsations of Bayonetta’s penis seemed to coincide with Johnathan’s own relaxing heartbeat. The afterglow of his quivering anal orgasm came as naturally to Johnathan as breathing.

Once Bayonetta regained some of her energy, she began slowly rising from the bed. Sounds of gloopy, sticky seed echoed through the air as Bayonetta began to pull her cock from Johnathan’s butthole, cum spilling from between her member and Johnathan’s rim, until finally her cockhead popped free with a loud squelch. Johnathan’s needy asshole pulsed open and shut in response, almost as if it already missed Bayonetta’s thick member. A thin line of jizz drizzled out of his anus, widened but still tight and needy for more. The dropplets of white dripping between his fat, pillowy, sweaty cheeks made it quite clear how much of a slut Johnathan had become.

“So…” Bayonetta sighed with satisfaction, giving her cock a few last pumps to get the last drops of cum out. “How did you enjoy your first time dear~”

“It was…” Johnathan sighed loudly to himself. His body buzzed with a warm fuzzy feeling, his organs still trembling with the aftermath of so much pleasure. “It was amazing.”

After all that had happened, Johnathan no longer felt a need to lie about his true feelings. That little voice at the back of Johnathan’s head had quieted down to little more than a whimper, allowing Johnathan to fully embrace all that came with his new body and this new reality. Little by little, Johnathan began to rise from the bed. His legs trembled with numbness, making it difficult to move them. His ass too pulsated with aching now that all the pleasure had died down. It seemed like Bayonetta had pounded his ass a lot harder than he originally thought.

Regardless, Johnathan slowly kept shifting his aching form until he was sitting at the edge of his bed. From this angle, Johnathan could feel the true weight of his brand-new pair of fat, jiggly breasts dragging him down. Each voluptuous orb of mass looked perfectly round and soft. His enormous pink nipples were almost completely visible through the white cloth of his robe because of how big and bright they were. They were just as sensitive grazing against his clothes as they were pushing down against the bed. Johnathan could intimately feel even the slightest of wobbles that came along with each of his movements.

Slowly, his gaze drifted towards the other side of the room, where he could see his reflection on the mirror. Despite the fact that the room was mostly caked in darkness, the heavenly glow of his new angel wings gave Johnathan a perfect view of his enhanced form. Thighs thicker and meatier than any porn star he’d ever seen, a pair of breasts that looked wildly exaggerated, and a thin waist that completed a perfect hourglass shape. Even Johnthan’s face was so much more feminine now… His brilliant blue eyes and long eyelashes looked so pretty in the moonlight. The way the golden crown atop his head shimmered against the sea of ruffled brown hairs. If Johnathan hadn’t known any better, he would have thought this was some kind of 3D porn model.

But it wasn’t. It was him. Johnathan flapped his wings, and the wings in the mirror instantly flapped in turn. His fingers rose and pressed against his soft pillowy lips in the reflection, only for him to feel the soft touch of feminine fingers against his mouth. Every inch of this creature, from its slender feet to its pretty face, was Johnathan now. He was no longer just an average, unassuming boy. He… She had blossomed into a sexy, busty, small-dicked angel girl. Any physical evidence that she had ever been Johnathan had been fully eliminated.

“Alright.” Bayonetta’s voice piped out from the darkness, startling Johnathan back to attention. As she turned towards Bayonetta, she could see the woman was already ominously standing by the door. “Let’s go.”

“W-Where are we going?” Johnathan nervously scrambled onto her feet, whimpering with a voice that sounded much more feminine than she had originally intended.

Bayonetta merely gave Johnathan a sultry, cocky smirk.

“To see our glorious goddess of course~”