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I did not write this story. I only set up the commission/gave the general idea for story. Yurigear did the actual writing/editing.

It was on his way home from work that Arawn swung by a local game store. He had gotten paid that day and felt like buying a system for his PS3. He had strolled into the store and begun absentmindedly browsing the selection of available titles. His eyes went over various titles he had virtually no interest in. Brown and gray shooters, bog standard sword and sorcery games, racing stuff… The first dozen titles didn’t really interest him. No, he felt like trying something different this time around.

That’s when he read the title of the game; Hyperdimension Neptunia Victory. It looked different from everything around it, featuring some bodysuit clad, purple haired woman with a crooked, futuristic landscape behind her. This was new, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find the female in the box art to be pretty. “Yeah, this will do.” He promptly reaches for the game. It was taken to the front counter and paid for without any other delay. A quick, impulsive buy without any hesitation from Arawn.

Now he’s arriving home at this moment and ready to pop the disc in and give the game a try.

The front door is shut and locked behind him. He kicks his shoes right off and heads right for his tiny little living room. A single person apartment, appropriately furnished for a bachelor like himself. So much of note beyond being reasonably furnished. The flat screen television and expensive game consoles around it are probably where a lot of his funds go to. The man sets his game box on his coffee table, stopping to run a hand through his short, black hair. He looks at the cover for another moment.

“Hmm, well. Hopefully I didn’t need to play whatever came before victory to understand this one.”

He shrugs. He doesn’t really care about the story enough to want full context for everything. His hand grabs at the case and opens it up. The disc is removed and brought right over to his Playstation console. He hits the power button before inserting the disc into it. Arawn sits his ass down onto a well placed beanie bag chair and reaches for a wireless controller besides it. He’s ready to start, just like that. His eyes settle on the television screen in front of him. The game begins loading up for him.

“Hmm, flashy cut scene.” His eyes scan the screen with mild interest as a variety of anime girls and flashy images display for him. Being impatient, though, he quickly mashes the start button on his controller. Maybe this is just coincidence, but… Something terrible happens right after. The screen rips and glitches out. A small bang comes from his console, as if something inside of the system just exploded. A small trail of black smoke rises from it, the stench quickly invading Arawn’s nostrils.

“W-What?! No, no! It’s only a few years old, did It seriously just break?! Damn it!”

The screen continues to glitch out, becoming a mess of colors and numbers. The distortion seems to worsen with each passing second. Arawn is distracted by his own anguish by this. He stops to stare at his screen, ignoring the smoking Sony console. “Great, my television is broken too. Perfect...” The man breathes a sigh. He moves over to the screen to turn it off. His hand reaches for the power button the top and gives it a single press. It audibly clicks, but the screen remains on. That didn’t do anything.

“… Even the power button is fucked.” Frustration begins building. In an impulsive fit of anger, Arawn swings his arm at the television screen and gives it a smack. His body goes still as if paralyzed when contact is made. The sensation of an electrical shock courses through him. His entire body begins to glow and radiate light, going bright. His body turns into ribbons of energy in an instant, becoming destroyed. He couldn’t see or feel anything as what was him begins flying into the screen and disappearing.

The apartment is left empty. The lights go out as the sound of power being lost through his entire block wails throughout the area. Everything is left without electricity and goes dark.

Meanwhile, Arawn feels his vision begin to flicker back on. The ribbons of light came out the other end of something and reconfigured themselves into the man. He reforms back to the way he was with a solid burst of light. He staggers backwards into a wall, reeling from it. “What happened…? Ngh.” He grunts. His eyes scan his surroundings, his mind feeling clouded. He isn’t in his apartment anymore, he’s ended somewhere else just like that. Where exactly is the man, now?

A bright, futuristic cityscape surrounds him. In every direction are tall buildings that seem far sleeker and pristine than anything he is use to. What look like holographic screens are floating in the air displaying information he doesn’t have the patience to absorb. Towering over everything around he and the other builds is a massive one in the shape of what he could only describe as an arrow head. The populace going about their day, which all seem to ignore him, do not make things any less confusing.

“They look like… Like, um… Game NPCs?!”

Indeed, the people around him are not garbed in plain things like jeans or t-shirts, most are wearing impractical outfits that he would only imagine seeing in some sort of anime or game. Nothing makes sense, nothing about any of this is grounded in sane reality. Arawn’s heart begins pounding as he takes all of these sights in. As unreal as it all looks to him, it feels too real to for him to write off as a dream. He couldn’t even imagine lucid dreaming being this vivid. No, something unbelievable had happened.

Arawn panics. He cries out in fear, eyes darting back and forth. He breaks into a run in one direction, as if some primitive part of his brain thinks that he can get back to familiarity by doing something like this. The man knocks over several people as he sprints down the street. He makes a sharp turn around the first corner and blindly runs straight into someone else. He feels something squish against him as he smacks against them. He bounces off, stumbling backwards. The man lands flat on his ass.

The man groans to himself. “What the hell was that.” He looks down at his shirt to see it covered in a thick, yellow custard. It looks like pudding or something. Arawn is fairly certain he didn’t want into a giant, sentient pudding cup, though. He looks up to see the unfortunate passer by he walked into.

“I just walked into a kid.” He says these words with a mix of mild shame and embarrassment.

“Ouchie...” The small girl is rubbing her head. She fell over onto her back after the collusion. It looks as if she only just registered what happened. It’s as if she is some kind of human sloth with slow reaction time. She steadily stands back up. Arawn is given a better look at her.

The girl before him looks to be in her early to mid teens. Not prepubescent, certainly in the mid range of an adolescent. Her hair is short, messy. It’s a severe case of bed head. Her hair is very light and creamy, as if she spends all day indoors or regularly walks around with an umbrella. To top all of these things off, the dress she has on almost look like a pair of pajamas. The clothes are a bit frilly, with soft shades of blue, white, and purple. She even has cutesy, bear like slippers on her feet with long stockings.

This girl, to Arawn, looks like she is an incredibly lazy and unproductive neet based on her looks.

“That hurt...” Her voice is a bit slow, each sentence seeming to lazily trail off at the end. Her red eyes slowly look up at the person that just smacked into her. They go over the pudding smeared on his shirt.

“… That… Wasn’t very nice… You ruined the pudding I bought…” Her eyebrows twitch irritably.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I mean… L-Look, I was really confused and I just-! Er...” He trails off, seeing that the girl really doesn’t seem to care about why he did that. He swallows a lump in his throat.

“I was having a really nice nap… Neppy wanted pudding, though… For the first time in a while I felt like getting up and doing something. Then you ran into me. Now Neppy’s pudding is ruined...”

She grabs a large, goofy looking doll that fell down besides her. She begins squeezing it really hard. Her knuckles begin turning white. Arawn feels a chill begin creeping up his spine.

He promptly apologizes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Look, I’ll just buy you some more pudding, okay?” He promises this without even considering that he is somewhere that his money is worthless.

The strange, sleepy girl seems to loosen the death grip on her toy. She begins calming down, the muscles in her face relaxing. She stares at the man as she addresses him again.

“Are you really sorry…? Like, really, really sorry…?”

“Uhh, yeah, sure. I’m really, really sorry.”

“Sooo... You’ll definitely make up for it?”

Arawn nods without any greater thought to it. He just has to buy pudding for some kid. What could go wrong with that? He has absolutely no idea and wouldn’t until it was far too late.

“Eheheh… Okay. Then you can get up… And come with me.” The girl smiles.

“Er, alright. I’m Arawn, what’s your name?”

“You can call me Plutia, for now… Come oooon...” Her voice lazily drones on. She’s smiling casually, as if nothing had happened to upset the girl. None of this is bringing the man any closer to figuring out what has happened to him or where he is. Then again, running around like a fool and knocking people over hadn’t been particularly helpful either. At this point he may as well just follow the random girl and try to make up for running into her. That’s what he had thought, anyway.

The two begin making their way towards the giant, arrow shaped building in the center of the city. The young man spends a lot of the trip in silent awe, occasionally walking into lamp posts or trash cans when he sees something amazing that distracts him. Several instances of this happening each almost cause him to lose the girl he is following. The pudding stained man managed to keep up, if just barely, and makes it through the futuristic city to the massive complex at the center of it all.

He is brought to a tiny little room at the ground floor before he can ask any questions.

…

Plutia brings Arawn into what looks like a simple little guest bedroom. There is a large bed to the side, a sofa, as well as an entertainment center set up in one corner that puts his own to shame. A bunch of dolls are hanging around, each resembling some different girl. The door is shut and locked behind him while he is gawking at everything like a simpleton. The sleepy eyed girl steps past him after doing that, getting a few meters away before turning back around to face him. “Eheheh… We’re heeeere...”

“Why exactly are we here? I thought you wanted me to buy more pudding.”

The girl simply smiles.

Her entire body is bathed in a violet light, radiating the entire room. All of her clothing, right down to the slippers, break down into particles that fly off of her body and dissolve into nothing. Her hair rapidly grows out to where her ass is, becoming incredibly full and long. The height of her body begins increasing, her age going up as her facial features morph to that of an older woman. All the while her hips widen and her waist narrows. What was a scrawny teenager is transforming into a sexy woman.

Her thighs thicken as her ass expands, jiggling and bouncing as it becomes round and full. Her breasts similarly begin expanding, pushing out from her flat chest and morphing into two fat, bouncy tits. In the span of seconds she is left with a stacked pair of breasts and a large, round bubble butt. Arawn gets a glimpse of this literal goddess naked, but that is short lived. Similar to how her clothes dissolved, a new outfit begins appearing on her. It looks like data being rendered in a computer simulation.

The woman that had been Plutia has a dominatrix style corset rendered over her chest and torso. A black thong and a pair of stockings quickly join it. A strange pair of artificial looking butterfly wings appear after, finally joined by a pair of high heel shoes. A sort of whip with blades embedded into it is the last thing to appear. The woman opens her eyes as the transformation sequence is completed. She stares at the confused and aroused man before her. She begins smirking at him…

His lips part to move, but an action is taken before he can form a single word. The woman lashes her whip out at him. Though his skin is left unharmed, the same can not be said for his clothes. His entire outfit, down to his underwear, is torn asunder. Everything is reduced to ribbons and falls down to his feet. Arawn is left naked with his throbbing erection. It takes him a moment to even register that his clothing was just destroyed by several lightning fast whip strikes. He looks, seeing his erect knob.

“W-What the… What the hell?! Why?!”

The woman’s lips curl into even more of a cruel smirk. “My name is Iris Heart. You ruined the pudding I went out and bought for my dear Neptune. You must be punished for this.”

“It… It was just pudding!” Arawn realizes his penis is still exposed. He quietly puts his hands over it.

“Oh? Now you won’t even take responsibility for your actions? I may have to punish you even harder than I thought… Hmhmhm~”

The woman lashes her sword whip out again. The tip strikes just a foot away from where he stands. The man nervously dry swallows. It’s very much obvious that he can’t get away from her, let alone overpower her. No, right now he is as helpless as a child in the face of a big, scary monster.

“W-What do you want?”

“Lie down, face up. Keep your hands off of your pitiful little manhood.”

“P-Pitiful...” His pride is bruised ever so slightly. The man obeys the woman and gets down onto his back. Her nervously lies there, prying his hands from his crotch and leaving them exposed.

The heels of Iris’ shoes click against the floor as she makes her way over to him. She towers over and looks down on him. Her breasts seductively hang over him. So close, but figuratively out of his reach.

“I’m not going back to the store, but I have to be the one that buys it for her.”

“I don’t understand...”

“Mhmhm~ You will, don’t worry.” The woman puts her feet at both sides of him and squats down. She sits down onto her knees, placing her round ass right against his face. His vision is obscured by the obscene rear against his eyes. Iris slowly begins grinding against his face like this, slowly pushing her ass back and forth against his face. He gets a face full of her seductive, soft, firm ass. He can only squirm from under her as his face is turned into her personal cushion. All the while, his cock twitches.

Iris’ gloved hands reaches over to his crotch. It playfully cups and squeezes his sack, massing it. Her fingers squeeze, causing it to go between each of them. The sadist somehow has enough mercy not to cause the man any pain this way. She continues using his face as a seat while toying with his balls for a good few moments before, slowly, sliding them up to his penis. “My, isn’t your member lively. It keeps twitching and twitching. How utterly unsightly~” Her fingers coil around the member and squeeze.

“Mmph..!” Arawn can only moan and groan from under her ass. He might have enjoyed this had he otherwise not been through several traumatic things already. Despite all of that, though, all he can really do is just lie down and take it like he is. Were he a bit more piggish, he may have thought to himself that he should just try to enjoy this while it lasts. Instead, though, he was mostly just thinking that this entire situation is insane and he’s incredibly freaked out by all of it right now.

Iris’ had continues stroking the member. It smoothly goes up and down the length, occasionally breaking to rapidly stroke off the head area. She resumes talking while she does this.

“Your face, mhmhm...~ Your face is all wrong, isn’t it? We can’t have you buying pudding like that, now can we? No, I need to fix it before you make up for your transgression.” Stroke, stroke…

‘What is she talking about?! Damn it, get your fat ass off of my face..!’

Arawn detects something off feeling. Something that he wasn’t use to or even familiar with. His face begins having a sort of tight, warm sensation. He can hardly tell what is happening to him, but something is. It’s an uncomfortable, odd sensation that he wouldn’t be able to describe. If he tried, he would say that he feels like the bones in his face were aching and his skin was stretching. It lasts a good few moments, Iris still grinding her large rear against his face the entire time, letting the occasional moan out.

“Are you not enjoying your treatment under my divine rear? Speak.”

Arawn’s lips part. “T-This is really wei-!?!?” He stops himself when his own voice reaches his ears.

Arawn’s voice is now that of a woman. Not even just a woman, but an almost mirror match to Iris’ own voice. Were he to hear this new voice recorded, he could be certain that it would sound exactly like Iris Heart’s voice. He now sounds exactly like her, this somehow having happened while she pinned him with her heavy ass. All he can do is stammer in confusion at all of this, unable to even form a coherent sentence now. What did this mean, and how did this happened? He’s too shocked to ask.

Iris begins stroking his penis off even faster than before. She rapidly makes full stroking motions, her gloved hand covering the full length of his penis with each and every dexterous movement of her wrist. She laughs haughtily all the while, still grounding her cushy rear against his face.

“Isn’t your voice lovely now? Ah, but that’s far from the last thing I need to change.”

The pleasure of having his penis stroked distracts him from even noticing that his hair is starting to grow out. It rapidly begins expanding in length, becoming silky and long. The black color shifts to the same shade of Violet Iris and Plutia have. It’s only a matter of moments before the length reaches where his ass is. His hair is a tangled, lush mess sprawled out around him. Iris idly reaches for some of it with her free hand. She casually tugs at it a few times, as if checking the quality.

“Good, good~ Are you ready to climax? I’ll spare you from having to beg for it first.”

Arawn simply moans out in Iris’ voice, unable to do anything to resist this. His pants lewdly, his hot breath felt against Iris’ crotch. She blushes, still smiling sadistically. Her free hand cups his sack and the other one continuously, rapidly, massages his penis. Stroke, stroke, stroke… The sensation, having such an attractive woman’s ass against his face all the while, it’s too much for him. The pleasure builds up, quickly escalating to an unbearable level. The pressure reaches a level he can’t contain!

Arawn moans lewdly once more as a white spurt is released from the tip of his penis. His seed sprays out over the floor, touching neither himself or Iris. His member releases several other, weaker amounts after the first. Iris had drained him completely dry with just this one hand job. His crotch begins burning immediately after. A hot, aching sensation. He physically feels his penis and sack begin to shrink right after this happens. They rapidly reduce in size as they push into his own body.

Arawn is soon left with naught by a single, cute, untainted slit. He had been a man only seconds ago, and is now a woman thanks to whatever that Iris heart just did to him. His manhood is gone.

Iris Heart finally rises to her feet. Her round ass is finally off from Arawn’s face. Rather… It is off of her face. She pulls a hand mirror out from between her breasts and holds it out in front of the former man. She can see her reflection in it. What she stares at isn’t the man that was Arawn, but the sadistic Iris Heart. Only instead of a look of cold and cruel sadism is one of confused terror. Arawn makes a startles scream out as he realizes what has happened. His head is now that of Iris Heart.

Her crotch, which had been that of a man, is now a woman’s. A smooth, hairless crotch area just like what Iris Heart has. Only… His chest, his ass, his general build… Most of his body still resembles that of a man. He looks like some kind of freak show now. A disfigured mutant that is a cross between a normal man and a seductive woman. He scrambles and sits up, trembling all over. His entire body is shaking like a pathetic leaf now. This entire situation has just become even more unbelievable.

Iris Heart simply smirks down at him is amusement, giggling to herself. She is enjoying herself a lot.

“I will tell you this only once. Get up on your knees with your back to me.” Iris says this sternly. She looks down at the former man as if he were human garbage. Arawn obeys her order, her body now shifting around and sitting up. The feelings of fear and shock coursing through what was once a full man renders her completely timid and docile now. She had been submissive to Iris’ will before, but she would have at least tried to run had he known what was coming. Now? She simply cannot do that.

Arawn stares down at the floor. A timid breath exhales through her full lips. Clicking heels are detected by her ears, the sound of the dominatrix pacing back and forth. The girl can only tremble, unnerved by the predator that her back is to. She dare not look back to see what Iris Heart is preparing to do to her next. The face sitting had caused her head to become that of the other, the hand job had done the same to her genitalia. ‘Could she be getting ready to...?’ Her eyes widen as the realization hits her.

The end of Iris’ whip hits only a second after. The punishing tool snaps in the air as Arawn is delivered a painful lashing. Her skin isn’t torn and rendered bloody from it, but the pain is still there. The girl lets a pathetic cry out, her hands grabbing her arms. Her fingernails dig into her skin as the stinging sensation assaults her. She can only brace herself for yet another lashing. The whip beats into her skin a few dozen times after that, each strike leaving a red mark. Arawn begins tearing up from the pain.

“Your tears are so satisfying to see streaking down your red cheeks~ Despite it being my own face that’s crying, your pain is just so satisfying.” Her tone, sultry and aroused, is equally sadistic.

The warm aches begin once again, the sensation of a part of her body changing. This time it isn’t just her face, but what feels like most of her entire body. Her arms begin to tighten, the form shifting before Arawn’s very eyes. They grow slender, thinner, like that of a woman. A woman like Iris Heart. Likewise, the ends of her fingernails shift into more delicate, sharper nails with nail polish somehow just appearing on them. Reality continues to break around her, the transformation continuing.

Other noticeable changing begin manifesting on Arawn’s body. Any spec of hair besides what is connected to her head simply disappears. It doesn’t retreat into her body or even just fall off. It vanishes as if it never actually existed. Her skin is left smoother and creamier as this happens. Likewise, the shape of her body rapidly begins changing as well. Her hips painlessly begin expanding and growing. The size of her flat ass remains the same, but her shape very much does not.

Her entire shape, which had been that of a man even after her face and sex had changed, shift to match Iris’ own body. In tandem to her hips widening, her waist begins to narrow. A perfect, seductive hourglass figure takes shape now. All of this happens with a steady stream of stinging lashes from Iris’ whip. Each strike shifted Arawn’s body more and more to match Iris’ and now, the only remnants of what had once been a man are the flat chest and ass this person retains. Yet, would that even last?

Likely not. Arawn lets a moan out as she feels these shifts begin to complete. Something begins distracting her from the stinging sensation of the whip. An aching sensation between her legs that isn’t the least bit like the sensation felt when her body has was undergoing transformation. No, this is something else, something even more alien. Arawn’s right hand drops to her lap and instinctively cups her sex. A wet slickness in that spot is felt. She couldn’t see it, but her cheeks were flustered red again.

Panting with each breath she takes, it becomes very clear what is happening. Arawn is extremely aroused. The whipping comes to a stop as this dawns on the abused girl.

“There~ Now you’ve undergone almost the entire transformation. Only a few things remain.” Iris snaps her fingers together is a commanding way. “Face me, my slave. Look to your mistress this instant.”

Arawn scrambles, turning around to face her. Iris has a contemplative expression, her index finger tapping her chin as she studies the pin cushion in thought. “Hmm… Yes, this is acceptable thus far. Hmhmhm...~ Your waist is now at the peak of what your average woman desires. Your form is near perfect. We need only adjust a few more things.” The woman lashes her whip out again, striking a spot just a few inches away from Arawn. Instead of trembling in fear, the girl’s blush seems to deepen.

“Oh? You’re enjoying this already? I really am too good at this...” Iris Heart seems to frown in disappointment. She grips the handle of her whip tighter and lashes the weapon out at the other again. The tip strikes the left and right side of Arawn’s chest. Pain and pleasure course through her, causing her to arch her back and throw her head back in bliss. Her blush deepens for a moment, lips pursing together as if containing an orgasmic moan. It couldn’t be denied that Arawn is loving the abuse now.

The aches of pleasure are there, but the warm aches of transformation return. Her back stops arching, Arawn taking notice. She stops to look down at her own self and see what is happening. Her eyes are immediately drawn to a mass swelling in her chest area. Weight coming from nowhere and causing her hairless, smooth chest to expand. They push out, expanding in size with a single size. This brings them to something close to an a cup. A second throb proceeds it, followed by a third and forth.

Her breasts expand and grow with each throb, rounding and becoming firm. They begin to erotically jiggle and bounce with each forceful expansion once they take shape. This quietly amounts to a large, stacked pair of breasts that perfectly match Iris’. The weight throws Arawn’s balance off and causes her to fall over onto them. The perfect breasts squish against the cold floor. The alien sensation causes her to tremble and squirm on the ground, panting out. It feels good, it feels undeniably good to her.

Iris’ heels click as she begins walking over to Arawn. She gets into arm’s reach and gets right behind her. The woman plants her heeled shoe right on the girl’s flat ass and begins grinding it against her anus. Her cruel eyes look down on the other, her lips smirking smugly as she violates the other. Arawn can only continue to pant like an animal in heat, essentially feeling like one at this point. Questions of what is going on, or concern over being transformed are gone. All that matters is the pleasure she feels.

“T-That… That feels good...” She finally gets a coherent sentence out.

Iris simply laughs, her tone mocking. “I’m sure it does. Tell me, are you proud of your new breasts? They may be a copy, but they are still a copy of mine. Are they not perfect?”

“T-They’re perfect, I like them! They feel big and nice!” The girl pants several more times.

The heel grinding stops. Iris removes her foot from the girl’s ass and crosses her arms. She gives a single sort of nod, as if approving of this all. “Yes, good… Just one more thing we need to take care of. Then you’ll be ready to go out and buy pudding for my dear Neppy.”

“… Eh?” Arawn blinks. She had forgotten that this nonsense had started over something as idiotic as pudding. Yet that is still the entire reason any of this is happening. “O-Oh, right, the pudding.”

“Ahem.” Iris Heart gets onto her knees. “Get onto your hands and knees and raise your butt up like a dog. Go on, why not bark while you’re at it? Bark like a cute little doggy~”
Her thighs begin to rub together. Iris’ mere words are causing the sensation of arousal now. Plenty of changes have happened on the outside, but what of the inside? Her mind must have dramatically changed, because she quickly and happily complies. The girl gets onto her hands and knees as if getting into a stretching pose. She lowers her shoulders and raises her ass up for the woman behind her. The unimpressive, flat ass is placed on display for the sadistic Iris Heart. The woman simply smiles...

She raises a hand and strikes the girl’s right ass cheek with her palm. The strike is firm and sends a shock of pleasure through the other. It’s followed up by another. Smack, smack, smack, smack! The woman begins beating into Arawn’s ass cheeks, spanking both with her left and right hand. Bright red hand marks are left with each and every strike. Each hit feels like a masterfully aimed, precise blow. None feel mindless or random, each having intent and meaning behind them. It isn’t just raw abuse.

It begins. Arawn’s ass begins warming and aching with each smack delivered. This isn’t from the pleasure and pain, no. The now all too familiar sensation of transformation has returned. Her ass is beginning to change and expand just like her breasts had. First with the cheeks expanding and swelling. What had been a flat ass is rapidly growing and rounding into a seductive bubble butt. Something provocative that will jiggle and sway with each step that this person takes from now on.

Her thighs similarly become meatier and thicker in tandem with her ass. Each swell and grow, becoming womanly and sexy. Not too thin, not too fat as to be unsightly. Arawn’s ass begins jiggling and swaying under Iris’ spanking assault thanks to all of the fat that has magically appeared. The girl can only continue moaning and panting like a bitch in heat as this caps off. Were she able to think coherently right now, the girl might lament how radically she has changed in a matter of minutes.

Her ass slowly begins to stop growing as it starts reaching Iris’ size. It is left plump and round, a seductive and sexy ass. It goes unnoticed by the girl, but her legs had grown longer during the ordeal, her feet now smaller and dainty. Iris finally looks satisfied. “… There!” She finally delivers one final spank before ceasing. She stands to her feet and circles around to Arawn’s front. She places a hand on her hip and smirks down at the one still positioned like a dog. “Your transformation is complete.”

“Why did you stop? That felt nice...” Arawn looks up at Iris with clear disappointment, her jiggling ass slowly coming to a standstill. The sadist is met with her mirror reflection. A double with the opposite desires as her. She now has a masochistic clone that she can play with as she pleases.

Yet, somehow, she only even did this over an incident that has to do with pudding.

“Get up, girl. Your transformation may be complete, but this isn’t over.”

Arawn complies. She happily stands to her feet, her masochistic blush remaining.

Iris puts a hand behind her head, rubbing the back of it as she studies her new twin. She doesn’t seem particularly disappointed despite her cold and the frown spread across her face. Perhaps she is merely musing that she went this far, went with such a bizarre punishment, over pudding. Or perhaps not, she frequently does whatever she wants on a mere whim. This man could have just looked at her funny and she might have done something like this if he were unlucky that day. That’s just how Iris Heart is.

The woman finally sighs, shaking her head. “Sending you out naked would be amusing, but I want Neptune to get her pudding without causing a scene. You need something to wear now.”

“Oh, right… My clothes were torn to shreds. Even if they weren’t, they wouldn’t fit anymore.” Arawn looks over herself. She begins feeling herself over and fondling herself. Perversion spreads across as she feels her fat squeezed between her fingers. She’s soft and firm, nice to the touch. She could only possibly enjoy this more were she a man once again and touching the real Iris instead of herself. She keeps at this as she continues speaking with Iris. “Mm, well. What would you like me to wear?”

“What you see on me, of course. Let’s get you dressed up.” The woman grabs her masochistic slave and begins dragging her over to the nearby bed. Arawn hadn’t even noticed that a pile of clothes were sitting right there waiting for someone to wear them. They perfectly match what Iris Heart is already wearing right now. “Keep still~” The woman reaches for an article of clothing. Arawn is going to be dressed now. She had been given this body by Iris’ own hands, being dressed by her is only fitting.

She begins by getting the corset like top piece on. Her handling is rough and uncomfortable, Arawn forced into it. The straps are fashioned and secured with little concern for the wearers comfort. This is collected to a black choker like accessory that is fashioned right around the girls neck. Iris’ hands idly rub over her twin’s skin while they are close together, occasionally making some idle squeeze or pinch. Arawn simply squirms and pants as she is molested like this. By this point, she simply just loves it.

The thong comes next. Iris Heart orders Arawn to lie down on the bed while keeping her legs stuck out. The latex underwear is slid up her thick, sexy thighs and brought up nice and tightly. The fabric rides her ass just a bit when secured. Arawn’s marked ass is given several quick, playful smacks against it by Iris Heart. She can only groan and squirm as she has been when given this physical attention. Her thighs rub together, her ass swaying from side to side until the spanking stops.

She isn’t allowed to stand just yet. Her mistress first secures a pair of stilettos to her dainty, girly feet first. It feels just as strange as everything else she has on. Walking like this proves difficult, let alone just standing, when Iris snaps her fingers and orders Arawn back to her feet. She clumsily staggers, struggling a bit to stay standing. Her breasts and ass sway and bounce as she tries to balance herself. She is only just barely able to maintain enough balance for Iris to continue getting her dressed.

Iris finishes by getting elbow length gloves onto each of her arms and securing them. Then, finally, a pair of round earrings are clipped to her her ears. She’s fortunate enough that they are clip on and not something that stabs right through her earlobes. As much of a sadistic as Iris Heart is, she seemed to be sparing her new twin anything that would break her skin and cause her to bleed. With all of that done, the woman looks back and observes her work. The transformation is now completed.

Arawn is her mirror image in every visible way. Not a single detail has been overlooked.

She blushes a bit, running a hand through her silky, violet hair. She had woken up this morning as a man and had been transformed into this before bedtime. Now she clumsily stands as a new person. ‘What’s going to happen to me now..? I… I just wanted to go home and play video games, but now...’ Her thighs rub together as she thinks about this. She can never go home, even if she finds a way. Short of this being a dream that she wakes up from, this is who she is and where she will be living.

Her thoughts are interrupted by Iris whistling. Her commanding presence very easily gets the newly born masochist to turn and look at her. What she sees is her own reflection. No, not Iris, but her literal reflection in a mirror that her tormentor is holding. She can see her entire self in it. Any trace of the man that was Arawn is now long since gone. Now Arawn is a she that is standing in an outfit that barely covers anything. It feels good, it feels lewd, it feels right to her. This is very much final.
Iris Heart tosses the mirror to the side, discarding it. “I’m going to give you a map to the exact convenience store I visited. It will detail where to go from there. You will have exactly enough money to buy pudding for Neptune. You’ll get the exact kind I did and deliver it to her. Then you’ll come right back here so I may figure out what to do with you.” She gives Arawn a stern look. “Understood?”

“Y-Yes, Ma’am! I’ll do exactly what you want!” Arawn resigns herself to her fate and readies for more.

…

Planeptune civilians stop and stare, something catching their attention. Those in the path of it quickly scramble right out of the way. Some are hesitant to look while the more ignorant and reckless happily gawk. Men and woman alike all stare at the sight passing by them all. What had been an ordinary and mundane day has made a sharp turn for the shocking and erotic. The source of the force causing everyone in sight of it to drop what they’re doing and react is none other than the goddess Iris Heart.

… Or so they all thought it was.

Arawn had gone straight from the central building and began making her way to the little store that Iris had marked for her. Her bombshell body was very easily noticed by others as she made her way past them. Her breasts freely and seductively bouncing with each and every step. Her high heeled shoes, which she can barely hold her balance on, causes her ass to sway with each and every step. Flesh lewdly jiggling for the enjoyment of those that the former man passes by, walking eye candy.

The girl can only blush heavily as she goes through all of this. An object for desire, the lustful stares of men and woman alike on her body. It embarrasses her, it makes her feel hot and funny. Yet she enjoys it despite that. The training session with Iris has left Arawn so radically changed that she can only think about how nice the attention feels. She occasionally pushes her breasts together with her arms, or blows a kiss to a random person staring at her. Quite a number of nosebleeds were treated on this day.

The girl laughs a bit to herself as she finally makes it to the store. She puts on her mature front as steps right up to the counter. She brushes a hand past her earrings, causing them to jingle. She leans forward just a bit, addressing the person behind the counter. It’s a bit awkward, but she puts on a convincing enough Iris like expression.

“E-Excuse me, sir~ Where is the custard flavored pudding?”

The man, naturally, points it out for her without delay. Arawn doesn’t even bother to bring them to the counter and pay for them normally. She pulls out the sum that Iris had given her… Which had been stuffed between her bosom. The man behind the counter silently watches as the Iris clone places the boob money down for him. Arawn steps over to where the desserts are located and promptly grabs a case of pudding. Was she getting to much, perhaps? Did the sum she even leave cover this much?

The store clerk didn’t say anything as she left with the product, so it ultimately ended up not mattering. The woman returns back to the streets where she satisfies the hungry eyes of the various people still standing around and gawking at her. She seductively blows a few more kisses as she begins making her way to wherever it is this “Neppy” or “Neptune” lives. The map ends up just circling back to where the central building is located, amusingly enough. Arawn can only assume that this person is important.

…
Neptune is at home in the third hour of her marathon of Nepkart when she hears a knock at her door. A while ago, her freeloading sloth of a friend Plutia had surprisingly made the choice to run out for pudding. The pint sized ruler of Planeptune couldn’t possibly argue with that, even if she had doubts that Plutia would be quick about it… Much less even get the pudding at all without falling asleep in the middle of the sidewalk. Still, that beat her getting off her fat ass and running to the store herself, right?

The cute, short haired girl is garbed in her usual clothes. A purple skirted dress with a sort of micro hoodie over it and a pair of purple and white stripped stockings. A girl that looks rather similar to Plutia in a number of aspects. The two could easily be confused for relatives of some description.

Neptune quickly takes notice of the knocking and sits up.

“That’s either Plutie, Nep Jr., or someone to advance the plot of the game!” Neptune hits the pause button on her controller and springs to her feet. “Coming! I’ll be there before you can say Neppit!” The girl runs right over to the front door of her living room and swings it open. What she’s greeted with is the tall, heel wearing sadistic goddess known as Iris Heart. Neptune stands in place for a good few moments, staring at the person with the same expression she had gotten up with.

Fear caused a delay in reaction. Neptune’s mind catches up to the situation.

“E-Eeeeeeeeeeeh?!” The girl staggers back a foot, beginning to sweat nervously. “S-Sadie-chan showed up instead of Plutie! Of all the things to happen, the absolute worst has befallen our main character! She has pudding, but I don’t think I’m going to live long enough to eat any!”

Arawn just stares at Neptune as if she’s looking at a mentally challenged child.

‘What the hell...’ She thinks to herself while staring. ‘This is the person mistress is so obsessed with? Whatever, just… I’ll just act natural. Give her the pudding and then leave.’

Arawn clears her throat. She takes a step towards the girl and gently hands her the case of pudding. She scratches her cheek idly, embarrassed by this. Even though she had been blowing kisses earlier, which also embarrassed her, this too is flustered her a fair amount.

“Er… My dear, um… My dear Neptune~ I got you pudding like I said I would. Now I am going to go and um… Do something else. Okay~?”

Neptune stares at the other with a worried expression. “… Are you okay, Sadie-chan? Are you sure you don’t want to do a number of things that would get distorted were I to try and say what they were?”

“Um, no, that’s alright. Please excuse me, Neppy.” The fake Iris heart turns around and exits. She shuts the door behind her, leaving a bewildered Neptune by herself. Neptune looks at the door, then looks to the pudding case in her hands. The girl quietly shrugs to herself.

“I should be happy that I wasn’t just forced into a rated R situation, but all I can think about is how out of character that was for her. Oh well, guess I’ll just call Iffy or someone else over since she’s too busy acting weird to spend time with old Neptune.”

The girl goes back to her game with the case of pudding that was secured for her.

All the while, Arawn returns to where Iris Heart is.

…

Two weeks have passed since Arawn was transformed into the twin of Iris Heart.

Everyone that knew Plutia and Iris were fed a lie that Arawn was just her twin from another dimension. Nobody had enough nerve to question it and simply accepted it despite her clearly not having any sort of goddess powers. At least, she didn’t seem to. Absolutely nobody wanted to risk annoying her with questions. That carried the risk of her giving them the same kind of abusive treatment that the real Iris Heart readily delivers to those that cross or annoy her.

Whenever frustrated or unsatisfied, Plutia would drag her double into the little room that she had originally transformed her in and would proceed to physically and verbally abuse her. Arawn didn’t resist, nor did she ever try to run away. She loved it all now and took every moment of it with glee. Even on the fourteenth day of her time here, strapped to a wooden horse and being whipped repeatedly, she could only think about how good everything feels, how much she loves the abuse and attention.

“Scream, scream~! Let me hear your perverted moans!” Iris Heart lashes at the secured girl with her whip, leaving more and more lash marks on her back. Arawn obeys with continued lewd moaning, arching her back as she looks up at the ceiling. “M-Mistress...~!”

Arawn stops and thinks to herself for a moment. As the whipping continues, she remembers something particular. She was once a grown man with his own life in a word far more grounded in logic than this one. Yet, somehow, here she is right now. A lewd woman that enjoys being abused by her mirror image.

‘I went from Arawn to Iris’ twin… How did this happen? I...’

A whip strike hits her right on her ass cheek, jolting her from her train of thought.

Arawn shakes her head. She decides it isn’t worth thinking about anymore. She continues moaning as Iris Heart keeps whipping her in all of the right places. This is her life now and she’s fine with that.

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I did not write this story. I only set up the commission/gave the general idea for story. Yurigear did the actual writing/editing.

It was on his way home from work that Arawn swung by a local game store. He had gotten paid that day and felt like buying a system for his PS3. He had strolled into the store and begun absentmindedly browsing the selection of available titles. His eyes went over various titles he had virtually no interest in. Brown and gray shooters, bog standard sword and sorcery games, racing stuff… The first dozen titles didn’t really interest him. No, he felt like trying something different this time around.

That’s when he read the title of the game; Hyperdimension Neptunia Victory. It looked different from everything around it, featuring some bodysuit clad, purple haired woman with a crooked, futuristic landscape behind her. This was new, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find the female in the box art to be pretty. “Yeah, this will do.” He promptly reaches for the game. It was taken to the front counter and paid for without any other delay. A quick, impulsive buy without any hesitation from Arawn.

Now he’s arriving home at this moment and ready to pop the disc in and give the game a try.

The front door is shut and locked behind him. He kicks his shoes right off and heads right for his tiny little living room. A single person apartment, appropriately furnished for a bachelor like himself. So much of note beyond being reasonably furnished. The flat screen television and expensive game consoles around it are probably where a lot of his funds go to. The man sets his game box on his coffee table, stopping to run a hand through his short, black hair. He looks at the cover for another moment.

“Hmm, well. Hopefully I didn’t need to play whatever came before victory to understand this one.”

He shrugs. He doesn’t really care about the story enough to want full context for everything. His hand grabs at the case and opens it up. The disc is removed and brought right over to his Playstation console. He hits the power button before inserting the disc into it. Arawn sits his ass down onto a well placed beanie bag chair and reaches for a wireless controller besides it. He’s ready to start, just like that. His eyes settle on the television screen in front of him. The game begins loading up for him.

“Hmm, flashy cut scene.” His eyes scan the screen with mild interest as a variety of anime girls and flashy images display for him. Being impatient, though, he quickly mashes the start button on his controller. Maybe this is just coincidence, but… Something terrible happens right after. The screen rips and glitches out. A small bang comes from his console, as if something inside of the system just exploded. A small trail of black smoke rises from it, the stench quickly invading Arawn’s nostrils.

“W-What?! No, no! It’s only a few years old, did It seriously just break?! Damn it!”

The screen continues to glitch out, becoming a mess of colors and numbers. The distortion seems to worsen with each passing second. Arawn is distracted by his own anguish by this. He stops to stare at his screen, ignoring the smoking Sony console. “Great, my television is broken too. Perfect...” The man breathes a sigh. He moves over to the screen to turn it off. His hand reaches for the power button the top and gives it a single press. It audibly clicks, but the screen remains on. That didn’t do anything.

“… Even the power button is fucked.” Frustration begins building. In an impulsive fit of anger, Arawn swings his arm at the television screen and gives it a smack. His body goes still as if paralyzed when contact is made. The sensation of an electrical shock courses through him. His entire body begins to glow and radiate light, going bright. His body turns into ribbons of energy in an instant, becoming destroyed. He couldn’t see or feel anything as what was him begins flying into the screen and disappearing.

The apartment is left empty. The lights go out as the sound of power being lost through his entire block wails throughout the area. Everything is left without electricity and goes dark.

Meanwhile, Arawn feels his vision begin to flicker back on. The ribbons of light came out the other end of something and reconfigured themselves into the man. He reforms back to the way he was with a solid burst of light. He staggers backwards into a wall, reeling from it. “What happened…? Ngh.” He grunts. His eyes scan his surroundings, his mind feeling clouded. He isn’t in his apartment anymore, he’s ended somewhere else just like that. Where exactly is the man, now?

A bright, futuristic cityscape surrounds him. In every direction are tall buildings that seem far sleeker and pristine than anything he is use to. What look like holographic screens are floating in the air displaying information he doesn’t have the patience to absorb. Towering over everything around he and the other builds is a massive one in the shape of what he could only describe as an arrow head. The populace going about their day, which all seem to ignore him, do not make things any less confusing.

“They look like… Like, um… Game NPCs?!”

Indeed, the people around him are not garbed in plain things like jeans or t-shirts, most are wearing impractical outfits that he would only imagine seeing in some sort of anime or game. Nothing makes sense, nothing about any of this is grounded in sane reality. Arawn’s heart begins pounding as he takes all of these sights in. As unreal as it all looks to him, it feels too real to for him to write off as a dream. He couldn’t even imagine lucid dreaming being this vivid. No, something unbelievable had happened.

Arawn panics. He cries out in fear, eyes darting back and forth. He breaks into a run in one direction, as if some primitive part of his brain thinks that he can get back to familiarity by doing something like this. The man knocks over several people as he sprints down the street. He makes a sharp turn around the first corner and blindly runs straight into someone else. He feels something squish against him as he smacks against them. He bounces off, stumbling backwards. The man lands flat on his ass.

The man groans to himself. “What the hell was that.” He looks down at his shirt to see it covered in a thick, yellow custard. It looks like pudding or something. Arawn is fairly certain he didn’t want into a giant, sentient pudding cup, though. He looks up to see the unfortunate passer by he walked into.

“I just walked into a kid.” He says these words with a mix of mild shame and embarrassment.

“Ouchie...” The small girl is rubbing her head. She fell over onto her back after the collusion. It looks as if she only just registered what happened. It’s as if she is some kind of human sloth with slow reaction time. She steadily stands back up. Arawn is given a better look at her.

The girl before him looks to be in her early to mid teens. Not prepubescent, certainly in the mid range of an adolescent. Her hair is short, messy. It’s a severe case of bed head. Her hair is very light and creamy, as if she spends all day indoors or regularly walks around with an umbrella. To top all of these things off, the dress she has on almost look like a pair of pajamas. The clothes are a bit frilly, with soft shades of blue, white, and purple. She even has cutesy, bear like slippers on her feet with long stockings.

This girl, to Arawn, looks like she is an incredibly lazy and unproductive neet based on her looks.

“That hurt...” Her voice is a bit slow, each sentence seeming to lazily trail off at the end. Her red eyes slowly look up at the person that just smacked into her. They go over the pudding smeared on his shirt.

“… That… Wasn’t very nice… You ruined the pudding I bought…” Her eyebrows twitch irritably.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I mean… L-Look, I was really confused and I just-! Er...” He trails off, seeing that the girl really doesn’t seem to care about why he did that. He swallows a lump in his throat.

“I was having a really nice nap… Neppy wanted pudding, though… For the first time in a while I felt like getting up and doing something. Then you ran into me. Now Neppy’s pudding is ruined...”

She grabs a large, goofy looking doll that fell down besides her. She begins squeezing it really hard. Her knuckles begin turning white. Arawn feels a chill begin creeping up his spine.

He promptly apologizes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Look, I’ll just buy you some more pudding, okay?” He promises this without even considering that he is somewhere that his money is worthless.

The strange, sleepy girl seems to loosen the death grip on her toy. She begins calming down, the muscles in her face relaxing. She stares at the man as she addresses him again.

“Are you really sorry…? Like, really, really sorry…?”

“Uhh, yeah, sure. I’m really, really sorry.”

“Sooo... You’ll definitely make up for it?”

Arawn nods without any greater thought to it. He just has to buy pudding for some kid. What could go wrong with that? He has absolutely no idea and wouldn’t until it was far too late.

“Eheheh… Okay. Then you can get up… And come with me.” The girl smiles.

“Er, alright. I’m Arawn, what’s your name?”

“You can call me Plutia, for now… Come oooon...” Her voice lazily drones on. She’s smiling casually, as if nothing had happened to upset the girl. None of this is bringing the man any closer to figuring out what has happened to him or where he is. Then again, running around like a fool and knocking people over hadn’t been particularly helpful either. At this point he may as well just follow the random girl and try to make up for running into her. That’s what he had thought, anyway.

The two begin making their way towards the giant, arrow shaped building in the center of the city. The young man spends a lot of the trip in silent awe, occasionally walking into lamp posts or trash cans when he sees something amazing that distracts him. Several instances of this happening each almost cause him to lose the girl he is following. The pudding stained man managed to keep up, if just barely, and makes it through the futuristic city to the massive complex at the center of it all.

He is brought to a tiny little room at the ground floor before he can ask any questions.

…

Plutia brings Arawn into what looks like a simple little guest bedroom. There is a large bed to the side, a sofa, as well as an entertainment center set up in one corner that puts his own to shame. A bunch of dolls are hanging around, each resembling some different girl. The door is shut and locked behind him while he is gawking at everything like a simpleton. The sleepy eyed girl steps past him after doing that, getting a few meters away before turning back around to face him. “Eheheh… We’re heeeere...”

“Why exactly are we here? I thought you wanted me to buy more pudding.”

The girl simply smiles.

Her entire body is bathed in a violet light, radiating the entire room. All of her clothing, right down to the slippers, break down into particles that fly off of her body and dissolve into nothing. Her hair rapidly grows out to where her ass is, becoming incredibly full and long. The height of her body begins increasing, her age going up as her facial features morph to that of an older woman. All the while her hips widen and her waist narrows. What was a scrawny teenager is transforming into a sexy woman.

Her thighs thicken as her ass expands, jiggling and bouncing as it becomes round and full. Her breasts similarly begin expanding, pushing out from her flat chest and morphing into two fat, bouncy tits. In the span of seconds she is left with a stacked pair of breasts and a large, round bubble butt. Arawn gets a glimpse of this literal goddess naked, but that is short lived. Similar to how her clothes dissolved, a new outfit begins appearing on her. It looks like data being rendered in a computer simulation.

The woman that had been Plutia has a dominatrix style corset rendered over her chest and torso. A black thong and a pair of stockings quickly join it. A strange pair of artificial looking butterfly wings appear after, finally joined by a pair of high heel shoes. A sort of whip with blades embedded into it is the last thing to appear. The woman opens her eyes as the transformation sequence is completed. She stares at the confused and aroused man before her. She begins smirking at him…

His lips part to move, but an action is taken before he can form a single word. The woman lashes her whip out at him. Though his skin is left unharmed, the same can not be said for his clothes. His entire outfit, down to his underwear, is torn asunder. Everything is reduced to ribbons and falls down to his feet. Arawn is left naked with his throbbing erection. It takes him a moment to even register that his clothing was just destroyed by several lightning fast whip strikes. He looks, seeing his erect knob.

“W-What the… What the hell?! Why?!”

The woman’s lips curl into even more of a cruel smirk. “My name is Iris Heart. You ruined the pudding I went out and bought for my dear Neptune. You must be punished for this.”

“It… It was just pudding!” Arawn realizes his penis is still exposed. He quietly puts his hands over it.

“Oh? Now you won’t even take responsibility for your actions? I may have to punish you even harder than I thought… Hmhmhm~”

The woman lashes her sword whip out again. The tip strikes just a foot away from where he stands. The man nervously dry swallows. It’s very much obvious that he can’t get away from her, let alone overpower her. No, right now he is as helpless as a child in the face of a big, scary monster.

“W-What do you want?”

“Lie down, face up. Keep your hands off of your pitiful little manhood.”

“P-Pitiful...” His pride is bruised ever so slightly. The man obeys the woman and gets down onto his back. Her nervously lies there, prying his hands from his crotch and leaving them exposed.

The heels of Iris’ shoes click against the floor as she makes her way over to him. She towers over and looks down on him. Her breasts seductively hang over him. So close, but figuratively out of his reach.

“I’m not going back to the store, but I have to be the one that buys it for her.”

“I don’t understand...”

“Mhmhm~ You will, don’t worry.” The woman puts her feet at both sides of him and squats down. She sits down onto her knees, placing her round ass right against his face. His vision is obscured by the obscene rear against his eyes. Iris slowly begins grinding against his face like this, slowly pushing her ass back and forth against his face. He gets a face full of her seductive, soft, firm ass. He can only squirm from under her as his face is turned into her personal cushion. All the while, his cock twitches.

Iris’ gloved hands reaches over to his crotch. It playfully cups and squeezes his sack, massing it. Her fingers squeeze, causing it to go between each of them. The sadist somehow has enough mercy not to cause the man any pain this way. She continues using his face as a seat while toying with his balls for a good few moments before, slowly, sliding them up to his penis. “My, isn’t your member lively. It keeps twitching and twitching. How utterly unsightly~” Her fingers coil around the member and squeeze.

“Mmph..!” Arawn can only moan and groan from under her ass. He might have enjoyed this had he otherwise not been through several traumatic things already. Despite all of that, though, all he can really do is just lie down and take it like he is. Were he a bit more piggish, he may have thought to himself that he should just try to enjoy this while it lasts. Instead, though, he was mostly just thinking that this entire situation is insane and he’s incredibly freaked out by all of it right now.

Iris’ had continues stroking the member. It smoothly goes up and down the length, occasionally breaking to rapidly stroke off the head area. She resumes talking while she does this.

“Your face, mhmhm...~ Your face is all wrong, isn’t it? We can’t have you buying pudding like that, now can we? No, I need to fix it before you make up for your transgression.” Stroke, stroke…

‘What is she talking about?! Damn it, get your fat ass off of my face..!’

Arawn detects something off feeling. Something that he wasn’t use to or even familiar with. His face begins having a sort of tight, warm sensation. He can hardly tell what is happening to him, but something is. It’s an uncomfortable, odd sensation that he wouldn’t be able to describe. If he tried, he would say that he feels like the bones in his face were aching and his skin was stretching. It lasts a good few moments, Iris still grinding her large rear against his face the entire time, letting the occasional moan out.

“Are you not enjoying your treatment under my divine rear? Speak.”

Arawn’s lips part. “T-This is really wei-!?!?” He stops himself when his own voice reaches his ears.

Arawn’s voice is now that of a woman. Not even just a woman, but an almost mirror match to Iris’ own voice. Were he to hear this new voice recorded, he could be certain that it would sound exactly like Iris Heart’s voice. He now sounds exactly like her, this somehow having happened while she pinned him with her heavy ass. All he can do is stammer in confusion at all of this, unable to even form a coherent sentence now. What did this mean, and how did this happened? He’s too shocked to ask.

Iris begins stroking his penis off even faster than before. She rapidly makes full stroking motions, her gloved hand covering the full length of his penis with each and every dexterous movement of her wrist. She laughs haughtily all the while, still grounding her cushy rear against his face.

“Isn’t your voice lovely now? Ah, but that’s far from the last thing I need to change.”

The pleasure of having his penis stroked distracts him from even noticing that his hair is starting to grow out. It rapidly begins expanding in length, becoming silky and long. The black color shifts to the same shade of Violet Iris and Plutia have. It’s only a matter of moments before the length reaches where his ass is. His hair is a tangled, lush mess sprawled out around him. Iris idly reaches for some of it with her free hand. She casually tugs at it a few times, as if checking the quality.

“Good, good~ Are you ready to climax? I’ll spare you from having to beg for it first.”

Arawn simply moans out in Iris’ voice, unable to do anything to resist this. His pants lewdly, his hot breath felt against Iris’ crotch. She blushes, still smiling sadistically. Her free hand cups his sack and the other one continuously, rapidly, massages his penis. Stroke, stroke, stroke… The sensation, having such an attractive woman’s ass against his face all the while, it’s too much for him. The pleasure builds up, quickly escalating to an unbearable level. The pressure reaches a level he can’t contain!

Arawn moans lewdly once more as a white spurt is released from the tip of his penis. His seed sprays out over the floor, touching neither himself or Iris. His member releases several other, weaker amounts after the first. Iris had drained him completely dry with just this one hand job. His crotch begins burning immediately after. A hot, aching sensation. He physically feels his penis and sack begin to shrink right after this happens. They rapidly reduce in size as they push into his own body.

Arawn is soon left with naught by a single, cute, untainted slit. He had been a man only seconds ago, and is now a woman thanks to whatever that Iris heart just did to him. His manhood is gone.

Iris Heart finally rises to her feet. Her round ass is finally off from Arawn’s face. Rather… It is off of her face. She pulls a hand mirror out from between her breasts and holds it out in front of the former man. She can see her reflection in it. What she stares at isn’t the man that was Arawn, but the sadistic Iris Heart. Only instead of a look of cold and cruel sadism is one of confused terror. Arawn makes a startles scream out as he realizes what has happened. His head is now that of Iris Heart.

Her crotch, which had been that of a man, is now a woman’s. A smooth, hairless crotch area just like what Iris Heart has. Only… His chest, his ass, his general build… Most of his body still resembles that of a man. He looks like some kind of freak show now. A disfigured mutant that is a cross between a normal man and a seductive woman. He scrambles and sits up, trembling all over. His entire body is shaking like a pathetic leaf now. This entire situation has just become even more unbelievable.

Iris Heart simply smirks down at him is amusement, giggling to herself. She is enjoying herself a lot.

“I will tell you this only once. Get up on your knees with your back to me.” Iris says this sternly. She looks down at the former man as if he were human garbage. Arawn obeys her order, her body now shifting around and sitting up. The feelings of fear and shock coursing through what was once a full man renders her completely timid and docile now. She had been submissive to Iris’ will before, but she would have at least tried to run had he known what was coming. Now? She simply cannot do that.

Arawn stares down at the floor. A timid breath exhales through her full lips. Clicking heels are detected by her ears, the sound of the dominatrix pacing back and forth. The girl can only tremble, unnerved by the predator that her back is to. She dare not look back to see what Iris Heart is preparing to do to her next. The face sitting had caused her head to become that of the other, the hand job had done the same to her genitalia. ‘Could she be getting ready to...?’ Her eyes widen as the realization hits her.

The end of Iris’ whip hits only a second after. The punishing tool snaps in the air as Arawn is delivered a painful lashing. Her skin isn’t torn and rendered bloody from it, but the pain is still there. The girl lets a pathetic cry out, her hands grabbing her arms. Her fingernails dig into her skin as the stinging sensation assaults her. She can only brace herself for yet another lashing. The whip beats into her skin a few dozen times after that, each strike leaving a red mark. Arawn begins tearing up from the pain.

“Your tears are so satisfying to see streaking down your red cheeks~ Despite it being my own face that’s crying, your pain is just so satisfying.” Her tone, sultry and aroused, is equally sadistic.

The warm aches begin once again, the sensation of a part of her body changing. This time it isn’t just her face, but what feels like most of her entire body. Her arms begin to tighten, the form shifting before Arawn’s very eyes. They grow slender, thinner, like that of a woman. A woman like Iris Heart. Likewise, the ends of her fingernails shift into more delicate, sharper nails with nail polish somehow just appearing on them. Reality continues to break around her, the transformation continuing.

Other noticeable changing begin manifesting on Arawn’s body. Any spec of hair besides what is connected to her head simply disappears. It doesn’t retreat into her body or even just fall off. It vanishes as if it never actually existed. Her skin is left smoother and creamier as this happens. Likewise, the shape of her body rapidly begins changing as well. Her hips painlessly begin expanding and growing. The size of her flat ass remains the same, but her shape very much does not.

Her entire shape, which had been that of a man even after her face and sex had changed, shift to match Iris’ own body. In tandem to her hips widening, her waist begins to narrow. A perfect, seductive hourglass figure takes shape now. All of this happens with a steady stream of stinging lashes from Iris’ whip. Each strike shifted Arawn’s body more and more to match Iris’ and now, the only remnants of what had once been a man are the flat chest and ass this person retains. Yet, would that even last?

Likely not. Arawn lets a moan out as she feels these shifts begin to complete. Something begins distracting her from the stinging sensation of the whip. An aching sensation between her legs that isn’t the least bit like the sensation felt when her body has was undergoing transformation. No, this is something else, something even more alien. Arawn’s right hand drops to her lap and instinctively cups her sex. A wet slickness in that spot is felt. She couldn’t see it, but her cheeks were flustered red again.

Panting with each breath she takes, it becomes very clear what is happening. Arawn is extremely aroused. The whipping comes to a stop as this dawns on the abused girl.

“There~ Now you’ve undergone almost the entire transformation. Only a few things remain.” Iris snaps her fingers together is a commanding way. “Face me, my slave. Look to your mistress this instant.”

Arawn scrambles, turning around to face her. Iris has a contemplative expression, her index finger tapping her chin as she studies the pin cushion in thought. “Hmm… Yes, this is acceptable thus far. Hmhmhm...~ Your waist is now at the peak of what your average woman desires. Your form is near perfect. We need only adjust a few more things.” The woman lashes her whip out again, striking a spot just a few inches away from Arawn. Instead of trembling in fear, the girl’s blush seems to deepen.

“Oh? You’re enjoying this already? I really am too good at this...” Iris Heart seems to frown in disappointment. She grips the handle of her whip tighter and lashes the weapon out at the other again. The tip strikes the left and right side of Arawn’s chest. Pain and pleasure course through her, causing her to arch her back and throw her head back in bliss. Her blush deepens for a moment, lips pursing together as if containing an orgasmic moan. It couldn’t be denied that Arawn is loving the abuse now.

The aches of pleasure are there, but the warm aches of transformation return. Her back stops arching, Arawn taking notice. She stops to look down at her own self and see what is happening. Her eyes are immediately drawn to a mass swelling in her chest area. Weight coming from nowhere and causing her hairless, smooth chest to expand. They push out, expanding in size with a single size. This brings them to something close to an a cup. A second throb proceeds it, followed by a third and forth.

Her breasts expand and grow with each throb, rounding and becoming firm. They begin to erotically jiggle and bounce with each forceful expansion once they take shape. This quietly amounts to a large, stacked pair of breasts that perfectly match Iris’. The weight throws Arawn’s balance off and causes her to fall over onto them. The perfect breasts squish against the cold floor. The alien sensation causes her to tremble and squirm on the ground, panting out. It feels good, it feels undeniably good to her.

Iris’ heels click as she begins walking over to Arawn. She gets into arm’s reach and gets right behind her. The woman plants her heeled shoe right on the girl’s flat ass and begins grinding it against her anus. Her cruel eyes look down on the other, her lips smirking smugly as she violates the other. Arawn can only continue to pant like an animal in heat, essentially feeling like one at this point. Questions of what is going on, or concern over being transformed are gone. All that matters is the pleasure she feels.

“T-That… That feels good...” She finally gets a coherent sentence out.

Iris simply laughs, her tone mocking. “I’m sure it does. Tell me, are you proud of your new breasts? They may be a copy, but they are still a copy of mine. Are they not perfect?”

“T-They’re perfect, I like them! They feel big and nice!” The girl pants several more times.

The heel grinding stops. Iris removes her foot from the girl’s ass and crosses her arms. She gives a single sort of nod, as if approving of this all. “Yes, good… Just one more thing we need to take care of. Then you’ll be ready to go out and buy pudding for my dear Neppy.”

“… Eh?” Arawn blinks. She had forgotten that this nonsense had started over something as idiotic as pudding. Yet that is still the entire reason any of this is happening. “O-Oh, right, the pudding.”

“Ahem.” Iris Heart gets onto her knees. “Get onto your hands and knees and raise your butt up like a dog. Go on, why not bark while you’re at it? Bark like a cute little doggy~”
Her thighs begin to rub together. Iris’ mere words are causing the sensation of arousal now. Plenty of changes have happened on the outside, but what of the inside? Her mind must have dramatically changed, because she quickly and happily complies. The girl gets onto her hands and knees as if getting into a stretching pose. She lowers her shoulders and raises her ass up for the woman behind her. The unimpressive, flat ass is placed on display for the sadistic Iris Heart. The woman simply smiles...

She raises a hand and strikes the girl’s right ass cheek with her palm. The strike is firm and sends a shock of pleasure through the other. It’s followed up by another. Smack, smack, smack, smack! The woman begins beating into Arawn’s ass cheeks, spanking both with her left and right hand. Bright red hand marks are left with each and every strike. Each hit feels like a masterfully aimed, precise blow. None feel mindless or random, each having intent and meaning behind them. It isn’t just raw abuse.

It begins. Arawn’s ass begins warming and aching with each smack delivered. This isn’t from the pleasure and pain, no. The now all too familiar sensation of transformation has returned. Her ass is beginning to change and expand just like her breasts had. First with the cheeks expanding and swelling. What had been a flat ass is rapidly growing and rounding into a seductive bubble butt. Something provocative that will jiggle and sway with each step that this person takes from now on.

Her thighs similarly become meatier and thicker in tandem with her ass. Each swell and grow, becoming womanly and sexy. Not too thin, not too fat as to be unsightly. Arawn’s ass begins jiggling and swaying under Iris’ spanking assault thanks to all of the fat that has magically appeared. The girl can only continue moaning and panting like a bitch in heat as this caps off. Were she able to think coherently right now, the girl might lament how radically she has changed in a matter of minutes.

Her ass slowly begins to stop growing as it starts reaching Iris’ size. It is left plump and round, a seductive and sexy ass. It goes unnoticed by the girl, but her legs had grown longer during the ordeal, her feet now smaller and dainty. Iris finally looks satisfied. “… There!” She finally delivers one final spank before ceasing. She stands to her feet and circles around to Arawn’s front. She places a hand on her hip and smirks down at the one still positioned like a dog. “Your transformation is complete.”

“Why did you stop? That felt nice...” Arawn looks up at Iris with clear disappointment, her jiggling ass slowly coming to a standstill. The sadist is met with her mirror reflection. A double with the opposite desires as her. She now has a masochistic clone that she can play with as she pleases.

Yet, somehow, she only even did this over an incident that has to do with pudding.

“Get up, girl. Your transformation may be complete, but this isn’t over.”

Arawn complies. She happily stands to her feet, her masochistic blush remaining.

Iris puts a hand behind her head, rubbing the back of it as she studies her new twin. She doesn’t seem particularly disappointed despite her cold and the frown spread across her face. Perhaps she is merely musing that she went this far, went with such a bizarre punishment, over pudding. Or perhaps not, she frequently does whatever she wants on a mere whim. This man could have just looked at her funny and she might have done something like this if he were unlucky that day. That’s just how Iris Heart is.

The woman finally sighs, shaking her head. “Sending you out naked would be amusing, but I want Neptune to get her pudding without causing a scene. You need something to wear now.”

“Oh, right… My clothes were torn to shreds. Even if they weren’t, they wouldn’t fit anymore.” Arawn looks over herself. She begins feeling herself over and fondling herself. Perversion spreads across as she feels her fat squeezed between her fingers. She’s soft and firm, nice to the touch. She could only possibly enjoy this more were she a man once again and touching the real Iris instead of herself. She keeps at this as she continues speaking with Iris. “Mm, well. What would you like me to wear?”

“What you see on me, of course. Let’s get you dressed up.” The woman grabs her masochistic slave and begins dragging her over to the nearby bed. Arawn hadn’t even noticed that a pile of clothes were sitting right there waiting for someone to wear them. They perfectly match what Iris Heart is already wearing right now. “Keep still~” The woman reaches for an article of clothing. Arawn is going to be dressed now. She had been given this body by Iris’ own hands, being dressed by her is only fitting.

She begins by getting the corset like top piece on. Her handling is rough and uncomfortable, Arawn forced into it. The straps are fashioned and secured with little concern for the wearers comfort. This is collected to a black choker like accessory that is fashioned right around the girls neck. Iris’ hands idly rub over her twin’s skin while they are close together, occasionally making some idle squeeze or pinch. Arawn simply squirms and pants as she is molested like this. By this point, she simply just loves it.

The thong comes next. Iris Heart orders Arawn to lie down on the bed while keeping her legs stuck out. The latex underwear is slid up her thick, sexy thighs and brought up nice and tightly. The fabric rides her ass just a bit when secured. Arawn’s marked ass is given several quick, playful smacks against it by Iris Heart. She can only groan and squirm as she has been when given this physical attention. Her thighs rub together, her ass swaying from side to side until the spanking stops.

She isn’t allowed to stand just yet. Her mistress first secures a pair of stilettos to her dainty, girly feet first. It feels just as strange as everything else she has on. Walking like this proves difficult, let alone just standing, when Iris snaps her fingers and orders Arawn back to her feet. She clumsily staggers, struggling a bit to stay standing. Her breasts and ass sway and bounce as she tries to balance herself. She is only just barely able to maintain enough balance for Iris to continue getting her dressed.

Iris finishes by getting elbow length gloves onto each of her arms and securing them. Then, finally, a pair of round earrings are clipped to her her ears. She’s fortunate enough that they are clip on and not something that stabs right through her earlobes. As much of a sadistic as Iris Heart is, she seemed to be sparing her new twin anything that would break her skin and cause her to bleed. With all of that done, the woman looks back and observes her work. The transformation is now completed.

Arawn is her mirror image in every visible way. Not a single detail has been overlooked.

She blushes a bit, running a hand through her silky, violet hair. She had woken up this morning as a man and had been transformed into this before bedtime. Now she clumsily stands as a new person. ‘What’s going to happen to me now..? I… I just wanted to go home and play video games, but now...’ Her thighs rub together as she thinks about this. She can never go home, even if she finds a way. Short of this being a dream that she wakes up from, this is who she is and where she will be living.

Her thoughts are interrupted by Iris whistling. Her commanding presence very easily gets the newly born masochist to turn and look at her. What she sees is her own reflection. No, not Iris, but her literal reflection in a mirror that her tormentor is holding. She can see her entire self in it. Any trace of the man that was Arawn is now long since gone. Now Arawn is a she that is standing in an outfit that barely covers anything. It feels good, it feels lewd, it feels right to her. This is very much final.
Iris Heart tosses the mirror to the side, discarding it. “I’m going to give you a map to the exact convenience store I visited. It will detail where to go from there. You will have exactly enough money to buy pudding for Neptune. You’ll get the exact kind I did and deliver it to her. Then you’ll come right back here so I may figure out what to do with you.” She gives Arawn a stern look. “Understood?”

“Y-Yes, Ma’am! I’ll do exactly what you want!” Arawn resigns herself to her fate and readies for more.

…

Planeptune civilians stop and stare, something catching their attention. Those in the path of it quickly scramble right out of the way. Some are hesitant to look while the more ignorant and reckless happily gawk. Men and woman alike all stare at the sight passing by them all. What had been an ordinary and mundane day has made a sharp turn for the shocking and erotic. The source of the force causing everyone in sight of it to drop what they’re doing and react is none other than the goddess Iris Heart.

… Or so they all thought it was.

Arawn had gone straight from the central building and began making her way to the little store that Iris had marked for her. Her bombshell body was very easily noticed by others as she made her way past them. Her breasts freely and seductively bouncing with each and every step. Her high heeled shoes, which she can barely hold her balance on, causes her ass to sway with each and every step. Flesh lewdly jiggling for the enjoyment of those that the former man passes by, walking eye candy.

The girl can only blush heavily as she goes through all of this. An object for desire, the lustful stares of men and woman alike on her body. It embarrasses her, it makes her feel hot and funny. Yet she enjoys it despite that. The training session with Iris has left Arawn so radically changed that she can only think about how nice the attention feels. She occasionally pushes her breasts together with her arms, or blows a kiss to a random person staring at her. Quite a number of nosebleeds were treated on this day.

The girl laughs a bit to herself as she finally makes it to the store. She puts on her mature front as steps right up to the counter. She brushes a hand past her earrings, causing them to jingle. She leans forward just a bit, addressing the person behind the counter. It’s a bit awkward, but she puts on a convincing enough Iris like expression.

“E-Excuse me, sir~ Where is the custard flavored pudding?”

The man, naturally, points it out for her without delay. Arawn doesn’t even bother to bring them to the counter and pay for them normally. She pulls out the sum that Iris had given her… Which had been stuffed between her bosom. The man behind the counter silently watches as the Iris clone places the boob money down for him. Arawn steps over to where the desserts are located and promptly grabs a case of pudding. Was she getting to much, perhaps? Did the sum she even leave cover this much?

The store clerk didn’t say anything as she left with the product, so it ultimately ended up not mattering. The woman returns back to the streets where she satisfies the hungry eyes of the various people still standing around and gawking at her. She seductively blows a few more kisses as she begins making her way to wherever it is this “Neppy” or “Neptune” lives. The map ends up just circling back to where the central building is located, amusingly enough. Arawn can only assume that this person is important.

…
Neptune is at home in the third hour of her marathon of Nepkart when she hears a knock at her door. A while ago, her freeloading sloth of a friend Plutia had surprisingly made the choice to run out for pudding. The pint sized ruler of Planeptune couldn’t possibly argue with that, even if she had doubts that Plutia would be quick about it… Much less even get the pudding at all without falling asleep in the middle of the sidewalk. Still, that beat her getting off her fat ass and running to the store herself, right?

The cute, short haired girl is garbed in her usual clothes. A purple skirted dress with a sort of micro hoodie over it and a pair of purple and white stripped stockings. A girl that looks rather similar to Plutia in a number of aspects. The two could easily be confused for relatives of some description.

Neptune quickly takes notice of the knocking and sits up.

“That’s either Plutie, Nep Jr., or someone to advance the plot of the game!” Neptune hits the pause button on her controller and springs to her feet. “Coming! I’ll be there before you can say Neppit!” The girl runs right over to the front door of her living room and swings it open. What she’s greeted with is the tall, heel wearing sadistic goddess known as Iris Heart. Neptune stands in place for a good few moments, staring at the person with the same expression she had gotten up with.

Fear caused a delay in reaction. Neptune’s mind catches up to the situation.

“E-Eeeeeeeeeeeh?!” The girl staggers back a foot, beginning to sweat nervously. “S-Sadie-chan showed up instead of Plutie! Of all the things to happen, the absolute worst has befallen our main character! She has pudding, but I don’t think I’m going to live long enough to eat any!”

Arawn just stares at Neptune as if she’s looking at a mentally challenged child.

‘What the hell...’ She thinks to herself while staring. ‘This is the person mistress is so obsessed with? Whatever, just… I’ll just act natural. Give her the pudding and then leave.’

Arawn clears her throat. She takes a step towards the girl and gently hands her the case of pudding. She scratches her cheek idly, embarrassed by this. Even though she had been blowing kisses earlier, which also embarrassed her, this too is flustered her a fair amount.

“Er… My dear, um… My dear Neptune~ I got you pudding like I said I would. Now I am going to go and um… Do something else. Okay~?”

Neptune stares at the other with a worried expression. “… Are you okay, Sadie-chan? Are you sure you don’t want to do a number of things that would get distorted were I to try and say what they were?”

“Um, no, that’s alright. Please excuse me, Neppy.” The fake Iris heart turns around and exits. She shuts the door behind her, leaving a bewildered Neptune by herself. Neptune looks at the door, then looks to the pudding case in her hands. The girl quietly shrugs to herself.

“I should be happy that I wasn’t just forced into a rated R situation, but all I can think about is how out of character that was for her. Oh well, guess I’ll just call Iffy or someone else over since she’s too busy acting weird to spend time with old Neptune.”

The girl goes back to her game with the case of pudding that was secured for her.

All the while, Arawn returns to where Iris Heart is.

…

Two weeks have passed since Arawn was transformed into the twin of Iris Heart.

Everyone that knew Plutia and Iris were fed a lie that Arawn was just her twin from another dimension. Nobody had enough nerve to question it and simply accepted it despite her clearly not having any sort of goddess powers. At least, she didn’t seem to. Absolutely nobody wanted to risk annoying her with questions. That carried the risk of her giving them the same kind of abusive treatment that the real Iris Heart readily delivers to those that cross or annoy her.

Whenever frustrated or unsatisfied, Plutia would drag her double into the little room that she had originally transformed her in and would proceed to physically and verbally abuse her. Arawn didn’t resist, nor did she ever try to run away. She loved it all now and took every moment of it with glee. Even on the fourteenth day of her time here, strapped to a wooden horse and being whipped repeatedly, she could only think about how good everything feels, how much she loves the abuse and attention.

“Scream, scream~! Let me hear your perverted moans!” Iris Heart lashes at the secured girl with her whip, leaving more and more lash marks on her back. Arawn obeys with continued lewd moaning, arching her back as she looks up at the ceiling. “M-Mistress...~!”

Arawn stops and thinks to herself for a moment. As the whipping continues, she remembers something particular. She was once a grown man with his own life in a word far more grounded in logic than this one. Yet, somehow, here she is right now. A lewd woman that enjoys being abused by her mirror image.

‘I went from Arawn to Iris’ twin… How did this happen? I...’

A whip strike hits her right on her ass cheek, jolting her from her train of thought.

Arawn shakes her head. She decides it isn’t worth thinking about anymore. She continues moaning as Iris Heart keeps whipping her in all of the right places. This is her life now and she’s fine with that.