“Eh, is this it?”
Yuji was on a solo mission for once, not sure why one of Sukuna’s fingers would randomly be in some cabin. Not even anything like a barrier or any sign of something off anywhere, just a poorly chopped down tree next to a random shanty. The only thing to suggest anything supernatural was that the cabin had apparently appeared overnight, or at least within the last week since people didn’t often go past the trail. Normally he’d be more on edge, but it seemed no cursed spirits had gathered to it and the cabin itself had very little to make it feel like part of a domain. Of course such appearances could be deceiving, but as he walked in it really was just some impoverished hovel with a mummified finger resting on a scarlet hanky.
“Sukuna? Is that really yours? Seems kind of…”
He let the thought trail off, not really wanting to insult his only company. Sukuna couldn’t escape his body, but he could scream in his mind for an hour if he thought it’d make Yuji’s day worse. The finger itself had the usual brown sickly sheen of something mummified though it contained barely any cursed energy, yet it still felt menacing in a way he couldn’t explain. It also looked much thinner, a longer nail peeking out, the whole thing more slender than the ones he had downed before. Well, a finger was a finger and at least it’d be easier to swallow down than the larger ones, though he’d be annoyed if it wasn’t one of Sukuna’s. He didn’t want to become their freaking garbage disposal for anything they didn’t like!
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“Brat, I wouldn’t eat that if I were you…”
“Huh?”
It was the first time Yuji could remember Sukuna giving a warning, more the type to send Yuji into as much trouble as possible. So any warning came off as suspicious more than anything.
“What is this, some kind of anti-Sukuna finger? Is it gonna nullify you or something?”
There was barely a response, just an annoyed snicker.
“Fine. I don’t have to worry about it at least…”
Yuji almost responded that he almost sounded worried, but that was impossible. Either it was some kind of reverse psychology or some weird reaction that Yuji wasn’t in the mood to try and think through. All that left was the path of least resistance, a bottle of water in one hand as he moistened his throat, grabbing the mummified finger and-
“GLLG-HRRRK?!”
Halfway through swallowing it twitched, hooking around something as Yuji tried to cough it out, the tip of it jabbing and mashing his Adam’s Apple as his guttural grunts gurgled upwards. All this resistance was interrupted by a soft, commanding order that echoed from within, “Swallow.” There was something terribly compelling about the tone, a frequency that made his skin itch and muscles buzz, everything tingling with a need to listen to it as he shivered in confused delight. It didn’t need to yell or repeat itself, Yuji’s body simply obeying the command as he gulped, sighing in a voice that wasn’t his as his throat downed both the mashed blob in his neck and the finger in one fluid motion.
“Uhhhngh wh-what did I just- Huh?”
It wasn’t nearly as commanding, but he recognized the new register leaving his lips immediately, a meeker copy of it for sure, yet the way just one word had felt like it had imprinted itself onto his soul was concerning and yet, he wanted to hear more… An audible churning happened instead, Yuji groaning in a voice that sounded like pure desire as he could feel the finger wriggling inside, somehow fluid and commanding as it flitted through organs and muscle like nothing.
A few internal jabs made him yelp as the nail poked once into each nipple from behind, swirling around till the tense nub loosened, Yuji moaning as there was an audible pop as the finger unstuck itself from the thicker nubs, both of them left tender and slightly deflated as heat gradually bubbled into the gaps left, inflating both as heat pulled at the buttons of his uniform, both of them unbearably sensitive as even a slight brush against cloth sent his knees knocking together.
“Stop that.”
He was left mid tearing, fingers uncomfortably dimpled against his throbbing nips, a soft giggle echoing as he next felt it sliding up his collarbone, flowing down his arm before ramming under his left index finger. It lengthened, the nail bed growing, smooth peachy satin replacing his callused skin, the nail stabbing into a nipple as Yuji felt his cock spasm from the contact. The scariest part was that he couldn’t sense any cursed energy, no ability to counter or technique to avoid. All he could do was watch as his hand was worn like a glove by the finger, each one stretching to accommodate it, the gap left as it exited sealing as each one refined itself to a long dainty pointer, each one wriggling as soon they curled up, digging into his palms as the whole hand snapped down to that smooth, soft flesh.
“Flex for me.”
His changed hand grabbed his other, Yuji shamelessly moaning as they stretched behind, the smoothness spreading as a series of jolts ran through his feminizing limbs, his lips clenched and ready to bleed as he tried not to moan, failing as his shoulders creaked and snapped, the submission to the voice’s demands making his nipples and cock throb with need as he felt his arms weakening, the strength fading as his hands slipped over one another and squeezed his muscle away.
“Noooo~ stop it I don’t wahhhnt AHHH~?!”
Both hands suddenly slapped down against his ass cheeks, the tough muscle instantly feeling the sting as a swollen pressure built, pinkies slipping into his boxers and stripping away his pants as the fingers dug into the muscle sheafs, digging in as each circular massage made Yuji moan as each cheek bloated.
“What you want is of no concern. In fact you should be thanking me for being so kind. This is a treat for such an unusual mutt. You love this.”
The last bit was an order, Yuji gasping as his cock began to leak, each smack and massage somehow rippling into his cock as the shaft bobbed up and down, the growing surge of fat making his cheeks jostle up and down as he could feel the kind of figure he always fantasized about plastering itself onto his own trembling hips. Every few smacks there was a louder pop, more precum spilling out as his unresponsive fingers made him feel how ripe of a peach he was fondling, the thickness spreading into his thighs as her fingers stabbed into the muscle and twisted it into thick, cock crushing fat.
“Pl-heeease I dohh OHHH~!”
Eventually it grew too much, Yuji moaning as he came, his cock completely surrounded by fatty thighs as every swipe spread the peachy coloration, the voice giggling as it squeezed his cheeks together and whispered, “Now that’s a good boy…”
He didn’t want to be good, he needed to stop this, feeling drained of more than just cum as his cursed energy dipped. He couldn’t let her change him any-
“Do you still think you have any control here? Seems you need some training.”
Now it was annoyed, Yuji’s hips rolling his body sideways, launching him onto a bare bed as his hands ripped off his uniform, leaving his bare body to rock awkwardly as his thighs began to stroke his limp dick. One hand gripped the back of his hair and pulled, tutting as his short cut made her have to really dig her fingers in.
“Ah, I see your leash was too short. Still I can’t have a pet misbehaving. You can’t cum till you beg for it.”
That was all she said, Yuji not in the mood at first, but his thighs were insistent, hips making him thrust against the bed as the urges built while her fingers dug into his scalp, the feeling of something slowly pulling out adding to the bizarre need filling his body as his pink hair tangled around her grip. The harder she pulled the more that aching pleasure built, Yuji seeing flashes of things he couldn’t understand, agencies and devils and all sorts of things that barely mattered compared to the bubbling lust building inside his cock. The folds of the bedspread were tweaking his plump nipples, more strokes and shocks of bliss radiating outwards as his whole body hummed to a tune it couldn’t sing. It was like his scalp was the only thing able to feel release, unspooling its hair as red bangs drooped into his pulled taut features, the skin of his face rippling as each tug made his skull buzz, bones on the verge of shifting yet not allowed to as the need continued to build past what he could handle. Soon all that mattered was the bubbling desire twitching between his thighs and the wriggling bones refusing to give into their inevitable, better-
“P-PLEEEEEASE LEHHHT ME AHHH AHHHHHN YESSSS~! OHHHhh finally!”
His spine arced as he came, hips heaving up and down as each release rippled outwards, his cursed energy puddling on the sheets as crimson erupted from his head. There was a notable change in his speaking as his skull shifted, brow and eyes forced wide and smooth from the hair pulling, long tresses of crimson forming perfect leashes as Makima gripped his cheeks and squeezed. He didn’t even know how he knew her name now, but it felt right, right like the feminine arch accenting his heaving ass, right like the burning bliss in his flat chest making the gaps tremble, right like the feeling of his face collapsing into Makima’s property as she took control of his lips, moaning in a much softer, but still eager tone as they bloated, nose pinched cute as it felt like the ultimate bliss to give up control to-
What? No!
Yuji’s voice was purely internal now, Makima giggling at the resistance, the internal finger that started it all roaming upwards as she had it stroke Yuji’s brain, both of them moaning as his cock continued unloading.
“Yes…”
It swirled inside their ear canals, every sense of up or down lost as their irises swirled then rippled, yellow winged by crimson taking over as an inhuman light gleamed from his gaze, Yuji confused and lost inside his own body as Makima simply smiled.
“It was an emergency escape option, making deals with another universe’s Japan to escape to if I ever lost in mine.”
Yuji could only think and tense what remained ‘his’ on their body, Makima rolling her eyes as she felt him will their cock to stop unloading, the stream trickling down as she considered their body like a somewhat menial task, rolling her neck and leaning back to let the vertebrae give their pops, enjoying his pathetic moans from inside as she began circling their ripe nipples with her fingers. It was just the right amount of resistance, not enough to really pose a problem, but it made it fun to feel the internal sliding into submission as each areola puckered and widened.
“And yet despite it working, I can’t help but feel defeated. So I’m rather… Annoyed.”
She pinched their nipples at the same time, pulling as the draining of cursed energy continued, both of them shuddering as fat twisted under the tender nipples, sloshing and making them internally rub their forming breasts as Makima made sure to amp up the sensitivity, another pop from their spine leaning their form back as they came.
“But as long as you’re a good vessel and give in, I’ll make sure you enjoy this almost as much as I am…”
She paused the groping for molding instead, splaying her left hand against the mattress and running her right against their sides, massaging and shaping the blocky muscle, making sure her soon to be absorbed host felt every last muscular shift and bony carve as six packs crumpled into soft, sensual curves, their right side eased in as each thinning squeeze sent it all bulging into their tits as the right swelled to a thick grapefruit, the pleasure doubling as she repeated it, feeling his weak masculine mind starting to melt under how own influence, Makima slowing down the takeover so she could gain whatever memories she’d need for this new world as he left traced their curves up till she finished with a squeeze as their aching cock unloaded a slippery excuse for release.
“So will you be a good… girl and give in to your master?”
There was a pause, Makima expecting a proper submissive whimper only for the brat to suddenly find his… well not his spine any more, that had already shattered and reformed enough times to kill a non regenerating person but he had the gall to respond with, “Fuck you!” Normally she’d get angry, but there wasn’t a need, Makima simply dropping the pretense of letting him have any choice in this, running her hands down slowly as she sighed, nestling a few fingers in his ballsack before saying, “Cum.”
She didn’t join in the moaning this time, instead enjoying the fruitless howling of the mangy mutt inside, their internals shuddering as the last of his sperm was expelled, everything aching, nothing left to-
“Cum.”
Burning spasms wracked their loins, Yujima gurgling inside as it was like his soul was being flushed out, all his energy weakly spurting out his wrung out ballsack as her fingers dug deeper, memories growing hazier as Makima repeated the command again till his wrinkled ballsack hugged two raisin sized testicles, dry spurts of hot air all that their cock could discharge, Makima yawning as she eyed his old clothing, twirling a finger on her left as his pants reformed into hosiery while her right gave one more thrusted command.
“Cum until you feel it pop.”
Even Makima had to groan along as the spasms intensified, Yukima deliriously shrieking inside as their cock unloaded memories, power, soul, anything it could until eventually the vacuum latched onto his spent balls as the sac squashed them inwards, Makima cooing as she felt the whole thing thrust and split open, new tubes tangling and failing to discharge. Since she was feeling it too she had no interest in delaying the release from this torturous mid state, urging the swallowed finger down as it stirred their innards, Yakima’s gasps even starting to sound feminine as the fairer sex’s pleasure triggered, an empty fullness spreading them wide as the finger carved out a channel behind their still erect cock, slotting it in as it stabbed and melded their prostate into a throbbing womb.
Sure she had made him cum out most of his soul and being, but that was hardly enough punishment for such an ungrateful pet. He had hardly shown any regret for his actions and it wasn’t like she had much trouble fully erasing him here and now. It only took a flex to make his legs slip into her pantyhose, Makima eyeing the rest of her outfit as she felt the scraps of him struggle against the inevitable. What would be the most fun way to finish him off?
“Such a pitiful pet, doesn’t even realize it has a master, I can see why the other one inside was happy to give you away.”
She had other plans for that, but she wasn’t giving a spare thought to them, just a background process as she focused on extending one last bit of hope, slipping on his uniform as it split apart into a blouse and lingerie. It wasn’t like he could see what was happening so while she was dressing she made a few convincing grunts groans, ceding a bit of control as she slowly brought her hands together.
“Ohhh~ I-I don’t uhhhnderstand you’re fighting back so hard. What’s your name? I won’t I woooon’t-”
She let him take control right as he responded, giving enough brain power left to at least say his own name in her voice as she slowly pressed her palms together and twisted.
“I’m Itadori YujiiiiIIIIIIIII~ AHHHHHHHHHHHHNGH~!”
She didn’t need him to understand that by saying his name he had agreed to have his everything pounded flat. She just wanted him to be the one to crush his own cock as she felt his mind pop, the entire shaft pancaking inwards in a brutally efficient burst of power that thrust up her newly carved out slit, Makima finally feeling enough force to properly cum herself as she felt it drive up through her clit, the crushing resolving between her ears like a change in elevation.
“Ah that was fun, but I should get ready to-”
“That was great! You really taught that cheeky brat a lesson.”
Ah yes the other resident. Well one dog can’t have two masters and she had her own end of the bargain to uphold…
With an unpleasant dropping sensation, Makima found herself suddenly drenched in a vista that put hell to shame, the being across from her radiating a fearsome power, one she’d prefer to chain and use herself, but she’d need more contracts for something like that, a bit of a waste but then again it was obvious just why such a being would be a detriment to any orderly government. Thankfully she had already compartmentalized her head to avoid him reading her thoughts, and he seemed more confident and amused than on guard.
“You really did an incredible job breaking his soul to shreds. And once the last residual curse energy vanishes, I’ll be free to wreak havoc upon the mortal realm once more. I don’t know who or what you are, but I’d offer you a boon if I wasn’t going to shred you apart once I-”
“You can’t hurt me.”
Now his facade of joy dropped, Makima not really caring for his annoyance, most of her setup already complete as he raised a hand.
“Oh? You think I can’t eviscerate a powerless parasite like you?”
He barely gestured and the space around Makima was torn apart, yet his annoyance turned to confusion the moment he realized he was destroying everything except for her. Worst of all it didn’t seem to be a noticeable technique, but an inner aversion as if harming her had become impossible. A mental block.
“How? You haven’t even used a technique? You’re inside my-”
“The how hardly matters. I’ll give you one chance. Be my pet and I’ll gladly-”
Another round of space disintegrating blasts followed, Makima sighing. He seemed to be moderately intelligent, yet didn’t seem to grasp that for a being with full control as a given, he was like a renter inside an apartment, subject to her rules and regulations. She was glad he hadn’t noticed her mixing in tiny bits of his own soul while she was spilling out Yuji’s but it was just enough to give her contact to force contracts. And she was already growing tired of his unrestrained arrogance.
“If you won’t be my pet you’ll be my bitch instead. I won’t even lift a finger. DO IT YOURSELF.”
Her eyes flashed, Makima using her full strength to force her will onto him, Sukuna already preparing his next technique when two of his four arms suddenly grabbed the others and squeezed.
“WHAT? HOW HAVE Y-ooooh~?”
With their full strength they broke his fingers, crushing cartilage and bones till his flailing limbs were little more than mangled meat, the sorceress flicking her fingers as his whole body tottered forwards, prostrating him before her as he screamed furiously. He’d RCT back his arms then-
“Ah so that’s where those connections are. Interesting, so if I just make an artery…”
There was a pop, Sukuna’s eyes bulging and red as Makima gave him an aneurysm, cutting off any chance of recovery and making him helpless, the king of curses flailing as his traitorous hands tore open his robe, one gripping his right nipple while the other squeezed at the base of the wrecked right arm, pushing and pulling in tandem as an explosion of ecstasy overwhelmed him.
“Just like those arms or that title, Japan doesn’t need a king. Now keep cramming until you have my tits.”
It was a bizarre form of penetration, his spare arm being shunted into his body, the fingers roughly gripping his nipple showing no mercy as they tugged till the muscle parted, each length of arm unfurling and crashing under his pecs as the muscle was battered and stretched to fit each new converted length thrusting away at his core. He couldn’t even curse coherently as his spare arm rammed in up to the elbow, his cock erupting as his left arm was given the same treatment till his barrel chest had burst into a springy set of tits, both getting groped and squished until he came out whatever spare mass couldn’t fit.
“YOU F-HUUUCKING HARLUHHHT I’LL- AHHHNGH~!”
It was hard to sound threatening whilst being manhandled, Makima enjoying the pitiful showing as she had his old arms grab his shoulders and scrape his new tits against the ground, sculpting his frame as his shoulder blades were used to carve him down, each one crinkled together as she savored his screams, flipping him over only once she heard the telltale quiver of ecstasy, yet he seemed to be resisting the edge of bliss she wanted to toss him over.
“A waste of words to use when they’ll be the last in your own voice don’t you think? Ah yes you still seem to think you have a way out in that brain of yours. Here I’ll put your head to better use than you could ever imagine.”
It wasn’t as difficult as you’d think to alter someone’s brain chemistry when you had abilities like Makima, making the roadblock at her feet a masochist as she made him choke himself, his meaty trunk of a neck requiring a lot of pressure just to start the sculpting process, his curses lost to gurgles as she watched his other hand start tearing at his hair. She could see him starting to give, thick ropes of release arcing out as his legs thrashed, each harsh tug above ripping the hair from his pores, making it extend in a messy puddle of red before the free hand made a fist and pounded down.
CRACK CRUNCH SPLLCRRRK~!
It was like excavating through rock to reveal a beauty beneath the rugged exterior, his forehead caving inwards, thick nose crushed to petiteness as ruggedness was grinded down to a familiar, feminine grace. All the while his grunts and muffled begging was finally starting to climb, his tree trunk more a sapling as his throat continued to shrink, his thick thumb was slowly clenching around it, making it easier to wring out the masculinity as his cheeks were pinched and scrunched till the bones popped. A red deeper than bruising filled them, the arousal only growing as she forced him to love it, enjoying the half lidded bliss as a thumb and forefinger spread open his eyes, forcing them to widen, the burst vessel red fading to rings around golden orbs, veins in both temples throbbing as each pop sent it flatter, his thighs drenched in the ecstasy of violent submission as his voice finally cracked to a copy of hers.
“Yes, you love this don’t you? Sorry that sounds as if I’m asking. You love being manhandled like meat thrown into a cage of rabid dogs.”
That really made something snap, his back arching with a loud, girlish squeal, a thumb digging its nail into lips that were bruising themselves thicker, the palm working his jaw softer while squeezing the identity out of him. And he couldn’t get enough, his whole body tingling with arousal, battered nipples stiff and thick as he moaned like a bitch in heat, a muffled beg for his own hands to squeeze harder met with a final pop as he coughed out his liquified Adam’s Apple, a perfect copy of Makima from the chest up panting like a bitch in heat.
When Makima made the hands let go, he whimpered, almost begging for them to come back before a moment of awful realization set in.
“Uhhngh m-my miiind you mehhhssed with my- AHHHHHHN~!”
He came again, turned on by the fucked up mess he was becoming, unable to resist Makima’s commands to love being battered and molded, the throbbing in his temples worsening as vessels popped and receded, primal urges overtaking any ability to think beyond just how good it felt as his old hands felt increasingly like a stranger’s, a powerful, back breaking stranger who was merciless as he felt them dig into his lower half, spanking, tearing, smacking, every forceful ripple massacring muscle that had been shaped over centuries, all of it either shifting to soft, plush fat or erupting out his cock as drool continued to splatter down his chin like- l-like…
“Like a hungry bitch. Pavlov would have a field day with you. But I’m not interested in a rescue or a stray. I want a nice, submissive pet. You’re not some mangy mutt are you? No you’re a thoroughbred…”
He shuddered, helpless to stop the hands grinding away his masculinity, digging into thicker and softer thighs, Makima’s orders so absolute as the still muscly parts felt… wrong. He wanted to be soft, malleable, easy to bully, his toes flexing as he felt his bones cracking, marrow shifting as they lengthened, mass gushing away as he came and came. He was getting so light, so easy to lift and toss around, a churning deep between his thighs making him bark in a high shrill tone as he was squeezed like a tube, like some thing. He needed this, submitting to every degradation, being played with and penetrated and made into a weak receptor as the thoughts of that kept the pleasure surging and surging until-
SCHLICK
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRF~!”
Makima smirked, not even needing to make a command, her pet neutering ‘himself’ as ‘his’ balls suddenly caved inwards, ‘his’ cum thinning a deep gash carved itself open, labia sprayed open from the constant orgasms as her pet was nearly finished. ‘He’ couldn’t take it any more, the raw stab of feminine pleasure coursing up ‘his’ spine, any restraint left gushing to the floor as everything collapsed at once.
“OHHHH OHHH~ FUUUUUUUUUCK~!”
There was no longer any way to physically stop herself from cumming out whatever Makima deemed unnecessary, her core unloading its mass, arms deflating as she collapsed to the floor, a shuddering, cumming mess. One of her half submerged limbs slurped in at that moment, her right ass cheek suddenly bouncing her upwards as it filled, spreading her open so hard she felt it in her ribcage as the mass rammed and fucked her.
She didn’t even wait for it to finish before she slammed her left side down, forcing the vestigial remnant of a past she no longer cared about as that piercing blend of punishing penetration dove down her crumpled core, filling out the last of her ass as she came so hard her cock couldn’t take it, the overloaded slit bursting open like an overripe melon. It was impossibly sensitive, a cluster of exposed nerve endings that could only feel pleasure as she lost any semblance of sanity feeling the burst organ still attached to her as she yipped for her master, begging for attention as she dragged herself towards Makima’s feet.
“PLEASE PLEASE AGHHHN AHHN MAAAHSTER F-FIIIINISH M-HEEEE I’LL D-HOOO AHHHHNYTHING JUHHHST-”
“Become like me.”
The novelty was wearing off for the original, realizing she didn’t like seeing herself degraded quite like this, though she’d keep the submissive tendencies for private to avoid any problems. Her pet licked her at first as if to thank her before seizing up as she collapsed to her back, the cavernous space fading to a pure white realm as the dregs of a cock slid inside her labia, loud orgasmic shrieks growing more confident as Makima watched the last of the curse be purified, a slurp and a pop finishing her off as her cum slicken twin dragged herself up to a half seated position, sighing as she flicked her hands, the mess turning to a copy of Makima’s uniform as her finished pet gleamed back.
“Master? Was I a good girl?”
Yes she was, Makima not even needing to say it as what was apparently the strongest being in this universe rubbed her cheek against her legs, which boded well for her takeover. She was tired of beings that could fight back and international systems that required years of planning to take over. This was simply insurance before she took over, a totem that she would serve the three great families until she had them all contracted to her. And then… well it seemed whatever laws governed the beings here wouldn’t pose too much of a problem. If she had absolute power here, then there was no need for anyone else. And if there was any resistance… well she could always make a Kobeni for fun…