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Today was just one in a long run of hot days for Misato. It started on the last day of the angel war, which truly shouldn’t have ended so soon if the rumors from on high were to be believed. They defeated the 10th angel, and NERV waited for months for the next angel before some realized that it had stopped. The Angels, those eldritch things, they never would show their faces even as the years ran by!
It was hard for certain pilots to grasp, but this didn’t mean they were just dropped off into the world; as long as the possibility of the Angels' return existed, they would have a use in NERV.
Speaking of the Pilots, they’ve all been growing up something serious since the last angel. It's been half a decade since the last angel now. Shinji and Rei were 19, with Asuka lagging at still 18.
5 Years was quite a long time for most. Tokyo-3 seemed livelier as people had begun having more children, and just life seemed to fill the streets of the fortress city. Life changed for most, but not for all, as many workers in NERV found themselves in the same loops even now, which included the pilots.
Shinji and Asuka, more so, were stuck in their endless game of ‘Will they, won’t they’ until everyone wanted to put them in a room until they came out with one dead or with a baby.
For Misato, little changed; her little spark with Kaji was still tenuous, especially when he left back to Germany when the Commanders were done with him. So, across these years, Misato had been building up to something.
She was getting incredibly pent up and even more horny.
Which led to her present predicament.
Major Misato sat on the couch with only a T-shirt, which hung loosely over her Gigantic, Milk-filled, and Shirt-tearing Breasts, creating an umbrella effect for the rest of her upper body, which had gained some, in her wrong opinion, unsightly pudge.
She was a milf who skipped the child.
She originally had on a set of Yoga pants, but in her current state, she couldn’t wear something so absorbent. So she wore only a set of her lacy panties, which did little to hide her play.
She had been allowed to fuck herself with her fingers for hours without worrying about any onlookers. She felt like she could go on for another few hours before she would be satisfied enough to sleep well.
Digging her fingers into her needy, craving vagina until she cried out, sometimes twisting her nipples to milk herself like the overstuffed cow she was.
She could only be this openly crass because Shinji and Asuka were out now on one of their ‘Play dates’, probably to the arcade or amusement park, or out with their friends.
All that mattered was that they weren’t here to hear their Caretaker as she screamed again into her pillow, as she sprayed all into her panties.
“Mhh…” She dove her fingers back in after sipping the very last of her beer for hydration. She would get Shinji to go out and fetch some more.
‘Maybe I could pay him back by letting him breed me?’ Her most depraved thoughts crawled to the forefront, inspiring her fingers to go faster and deeper into her pussy. She had seen his dick more recently when she forgot to knock, and by goodness, he grew from the first time they met~
Another wave of orgasms began to crescendo, her voice went higher and higher until it reached.
“Y-yes, S-Shinji. Use my Pussy! Cuhm in MeEe!?” Misato screamed. At this point, the Major was reduced to a club bimbo who would take as much dick to satisfy this itch. Only good quality dick would suffice now, like Shinjis.
However, even now, she could tell from his vibes that he wasn’t into her. She wasn’t his type; she just knew it. But she was desperate enough to ignore it.
She was so close, especially on days like today, to just wait for him to enter the apartment and jump his bones.
She stuck her fingers deep inside her snatch. 1, 2, 3 fingers down as deep as they could go and violently forced in and out of herself, she rubbed her free thumb on the clit, making her moan needily. Her back arched as she edged the sensation for as long as she could.
Then, with a self-grope, it came like a waterfall. Her entire body was spasming out of control. She fell back against the couch, humping the air ever so slightly as her body jolted from her core up. Her toes curled, and her tits bounced as she seized.
That was only the first.
She couldn’t go on like this; she tried the dildo before, but tossed it back into her bedroom when it stopped satisfying her.
She didn’t need supplements; she needed the real deal. She needed a meaty, veiny, musty, bitch-breaker of a cock to choke her pussy on.
Major Misato did something her friend Rits would scowl over.
She made a wish.
It was a silent wish that flowed from her lips like the sweat that dripped off her erect nipples and onto her still whining snatch.
‘I want to be Shinjis type.’ She pleaded to whatever divine or spiritual force would listen. She needed Shinji, or so help her.
And like magic, there was a knock on the door.
When she managed to make her way to the door, she certainly looked like how she felt. Her shirt had wet spots, which exposed her milking udders. She didn’t bother to put pants on, so all she wore to hide her slutty pussy was her lingerie. Her entire body was covered in sweat.
No one would believe this woman was the Major of the world's front line against god-like monsters.
She opened the door to find a very curious sight.
Standing outside of her door was a shorter man with a big set of hips and an even bigger ass. He had white hair, red eyes, and a huge pair of cocksucking lips painted white with lipstick. He even had eyeshadow. How did she know he was a man? It was simple; he was wearing a tight pair of booty shorts, which showed off his massive bulge. The penis had to be a tube for the bulge.
‘It was soft and that big?’ Misato thought, biting her lips.
It took her a second to register what he was even holding. In his tiny hands was a case.
It was a twelve-pack of beer she didn’t recognize. Which she was astonished by, even if she was loyal to Yebisu, she knew most beer brands sold in Japan.
She didn’t recognize the brand name on the side of one of the cans. Boi-Beer.
And so this oddity was even more odd, and exciting. She certainly wanted to try it out. But this was probably a salesman. A very sexy salesman, but still.
Then he spoke up.
“An order for Mr. Ikari.” He said, popping his lips as he spoke. He put the box on the ground, and before she could lay her seduction on him, he turned and walked off.
Misato could only stare at the femboys' wobbling cheeks in her silence. It would be the fuel for another few rounds of mind-bending masturbation.
She took up the box of booze inside with her, setting it on the kitchen table. She then sat down infront of it and looked it over with her hand on her palm. She had a serious expression on her face.
‘Shinji? Was he trying to sneak in this fancy dancy beer for himself? He isn’t even legal yet, still got a couple years.’ Misato was shocked at that idea, so she rationalized. ‘Shinji doesn’t seem to be the type to even drink. This is probably just some… extravagant free sample deal.’
With that excuse in mind, she looked at the cans, and her full lips felt dry. She felt incredibly thirsty. Misato really wanted to test this Boi-Beer.
A beer that she hadn’t tried out yet was like she was a knight who found the holy grail.
She took hold of the first can. It was a pure grey bottle without any paper or marks besides the name written vertically.
She popped the little seal, and the fizz threatened to spill from the top.
Misato threw the can back and took a good few swallows before she slammed the can down, now half empty. A big and satisfied gasp leaves her lips while she smiles.
The drink sits on her tongue even as she swallows it. It is fizzy with a fruity flavor. Shutting her eyes and leaning back in the chair allowed her to take in the pleasant sensations.
A warmth settles in her stomach, which means that in a few minutes, she will be buzzed, and that will make her next session all the more exciting.
She couldn’t see what was happening to herself, but as she felt the buzz start to take her. Her pudgy midsection began to ripple and flatten out. Her skin wasn’t old or wrinkled quite yet, but even then, it began to look more youthful.
Wasted decades were returned to her physically; her breasts and ass lost their sagginess, and her lips grew even bigger, which was unlike how she was in her youth.
She looked like a bustier version of how she was when she was 19.
‘Wait, I AM 19, what am I talking about?’ She thought as her mind changed, it shifted.
Major Katsuragi turned into college student Katsuragi. Her charges turned in her mind into best friends. Good enough friends to live together without many issues.
That does mean there were some, mostly coming from the resident boy of the group. Between her and Asuka, he seemed to favor Asuka for some reason. It was hard for Misato to accept that.
She didn’t mind sharing Shinji.
She tried to think of other options that weren’t taken, and the only two that came to mind were unpleasant. There was Shinjis nerdy friend, but she didn’t quite like how he ogled her in class; there was also Kaji, whom she knew from somewhere; her mind was foggy on where. He came with his own issues due to being so much older than her.
Even if she would settle for them, she WANTED Shinji. She saw him stroke off to that picture of her that she gave him one time; it boosted her pride for a week.
Shinji deserved it for all he has done so far, and since the angel war. He deserved two women at the very least. She just wanted to be one of those women.
Women? That word sounded wrong as a way to describe herself, despite it being true, right?
“Aah~” She whines as an intense pulse of desire shot through her core, her back curls as hot fluid fell from her sex.
The Dildo didn’t satisfy her before, but now she desperately needed dick so badly that even the facsimile would work.
She dashed off into the bedroom, fighting through the piles of empty cans, clothes, and trash that littered the young woman's floor.
Her glorious prize, the foot-long dildo, was haphazardly thrown onto the bed, so it was not hard to find. She grabbed onto the purple colored shaft and, with a slobbery spit and a few long jerks, she properly lubed it up.
With a quick motion, she slid her soaked panties to the side to let her pussy be exposed. Then she plunged herself into it, convulsing at the sudden fullness. Moaning as she came again. She did go from the tip to the base of the dildo.
She sat up, the dildo now stuck to the bed with its suction gripping the mattress. She looked down at one of the pillows and let her imagination get to work.
“Shinji, I’m going to ride you like a bucking bronco!” Misato confidently said, imagining Shinji grasping onto her thighs and squeezing them as she rode his cock.
Misato rose to the tip of the dildo's head before slamming her ass down. She started slow, but after a couple of minutes, she picked the pace up until she was bunny hopping on its entire length.
Her core, her ovaries, began to change, and she could feel it even if it was an orgasmic feeling. The walls of her pussy constricted tighter and tighter as she came again. However, unlike before, the tightening didn’t cease like before. Every time she squeezed, it only got tighter.
She grabs her nipples, squeezing and pulling on them to spray out milk as she unknowingly was cumming for the last time as a woman.
He stretches his back and bends in ways she couldn’t do normally. He felt more flexible, not quite gymnast level, but he was more than enough to. He needed the room, so he took off his shirt, which caused her tits to shake as she took it off.
Huh, no, He was a woman. Yeah, she was a thicc woman! She had huge milky udders and a sweet, tight pussy.
‘Do you?’ Something new in her mind spoke up, but she ignored it as a more pressing annoyance made itself known.
The Dildo was now no longer fitting in her pussy, she could only get a quarter of it inside, and that was quickly getting more and more narrow.
So, he-she made a call. She took the toy out of her too-tight vagina and lined it up with her other hole. Sinking onto the Dildo with her butthole was more sensual than she had been expecting.
“God~…”
If she could see her bottom half, she would find that her pussy had entirely closed, leaving that section bare save for her clit, which pulsed and shivered as it grew and grew.
It swelled and elongated into a pussy diving spear. A set of balls formed underneath in quick succession.
She-He instinctively gripped onto her clit, which still looked like a clit but slowly gained a skin-toned color as he stroked it. It was slick with pussy juices, so it was pre-lubed!
He humped, NO, he twerked on the dick. He shook his ass while he fucked his imaginary Boy-toy Shinji. He could only imagine Shinji crying in pleasure from his ass being squeezed onto him.
‘Maybe you should give him a show.’ The very male voice in her mind spoke up. He smirked sneakily before grabbing hold of the milk bags tied to his chest.
He lifted one and put the nipple in his mouth before sucking, biting softly as he danced for the imagined audience.
His ass expanded as he twerked; every shake sent ripples through his cheeks. He bit his lips before he changed his position. He spun around with his back to the wall and his front to the rest of the room. He gripped the bed and the pillow for support as he humped forward.
His already narrow waist shrank even tighter, now more resembling an hourglass, even if the top half was losing itself slightly. He drank from his nipples like tap water. Milk led to bone growth, as they always say, but it didn’t do that alone, as his arms pulsed with new muscles, enough to give some definition, but not much more.
He also gained a layer of peach fuzz across his chest and arms, which spoke to what he was becoming.
With the new position came a new image in his mind. This time, it was Shinji sitting on a gilded throne, stroking himself off as Misato —if that was even who he was anymore —huh, oh, never mind. As Misato would fuck one of his other boy toy slaves. King Shinji was teasing him, edging him on until he burst.
“Fuck, Fuhk! Fuck MMEEEHH!?~” He moaned, his long tongue falling out of his lips as he forced his hips forward and felt his cock pulse. Then it came, and it cam,e and it came. The cum started transparent like a woman's squirt before it became white and mustier.
The Cum sprayed all over the bed and onto the floor as well. He shut his eyes, and so he didn’t watch what happened when the cum met up with the trash.
The cum seemed to cause the room to be magically cleaned up; however, now the room looked different, it no longer looked like the room where a woman lived at all. Right now, it looked more like a boy's room.
The floor turned from carpet to tile, and in the corner of the room, a new rolled-up yoga mat appeared.
It took a few seconds of nipple biting orgasm before he calmed down.
He caught sight of something past his udders, his eyes widened as he saw his newest limb, his veiny cock. It strained the remnants of his panties, but such a cloth was almost insulting in the face of his dick.
It was only an inch or two shorter than Shinjis own.
He opened his mouth, letting his tits flop back into place, but shrunken just enough to let the cock be visible from where he sat.
“Wait, am I a futa now?” Misato thought out loud, shaking her hips around and watching with amusement as her erect member swung around. A Futa means she would be the best of both worlds.
‘You’re not a Futa, you don’t have fat, saggy, milk-jugs.’ That new voice in his head spoke up again, and Misato looked over himself to see that he did have them… or did he?
“No, I… Don’t?” He took hold of his mammary glands and squeezed them harshly; his pointed but shrinking nipples sprayed the last of their milk across his petite form. His thin body with only a single bump where the dildo showed from his butthole.
He fell over on his back, and the pop of the dildos' suction giving away let him fall on his back. His hands were still cupped but falling to the side. He panted as he looked over his changed body.
His pulsing and long dick was erect like a wet flagpole. He took one of his shaking hands and stroked it, mewling slightly and tensing his shoulders as he instantly began to leak pre-cum.
Sweat mixed with milk and cum on his chest, he took a shaking finger and wiped up a section of the mixture, and slipped it into his mouth down to the third knuckle. His already puffy lips swelled even more, and as he slipped it out, his lips turned dark purple.
His dick pulsed as the taste settled on his tongue like the beer had. It got him hard and horny, and there was only one thing or person that could satisfy him now.
But since Shinji wasn’t quite here yet, he had to make do with a parody.
He reached needily to the dildo which sat in his butt, and roughly slammed it into himself, as hard as he could manage in this position, which wasn’t helping his need for the real deal.
It was enough to get him off, though.
“Shinji, p-pleash~ Bweed my Bussy?!” kicking against the bed as he moans, his cock pulsed as he could feel it happening again. It was even faster this time. He wasn’t ready and could only curl his toes and have a full body shake as he came again.
It swelled and overwhelmed him until tears fell down his face, ruining his mascara.
He sat in his current position for a minute until he calmed down, sweat dripped from his hair, which, somewhere during the process, had shrunk away until it was only long enough to droop down to the end of his head, a mane of purple. There was enough still for Shinji to grab while he dicked him down.
“Shinji… I need you so badly.” He murmured, but for his seduction plan to work, he couldn’t wear these cum stained and unfitted clothes.
So he rolled off the bed and marched with intent to his closet, opening it up and scouring the many tight and sexy options. He knew there had to be one that would get Shinji so horny that he would BREED the femboy on sight.
Then his eyes met on just that, and with a Cheshire grin, he went to get changed. Misato- no, Misao had minutes to prepare for his lover, and he would be prepared to rock his little world.