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"So...," said his friends, glancing at each other noncommittally, "Happy, uh, Birthday, Hiro...!"

"Thanks guys," he replied, doing his best to smile. He wanted to mean it, but he really didn't have the energy.

"Come on, guy," said dark-haired Choki, resting a hand on Hiro's shoulder. "You've gotta get over her, man. It's been a year since she was Selected. You've gotta move on with your own life."

Hiro closed his eyes and nodded slowly. Part of him wanted to be offended by Choki's bluntness, but another knew that his friend was right.

"Yeah, listen to Choki," said smug, red-haired Daichi, leaning back with his hands behind his head. "I mean, I know it didn't do your sex life any good, but hey, there's always onaholes."

"Hey!" said Gin, slapping Daichi over the head. "Don't be so fuckin' mean!"

"Relax I was only joking--"

"Anyway..." interrupted Eiji, "hurry up and open your presents! I've got a date in ten, so I need ta get outta here fast!"

"Yeah!" yelled Shinji, eyes locked on his phone. "Wait what's happening?"

As the stubborn half of his brain smothered the more sensitive half, Hiro found himself nodding along with everything they said. Sure, they might be the biggest bunch of jerks he knew, but what here on Bakeneko Earth, men had to stick together. Friends were friends, and you had to take what you could find.

"Alright," he sighed, "let's get this over with." He turned to the presents, a small pile of the poorly wrapped gifts and half-assed knicknacks. One present did stand out, however, wrapped in pink ribbons and white paper, with little Venus symbols all over it. Reaching for the box, he grabbed and placed it on his lap. It felt strangely light on his legs, as though it were empty. Who had brought this? Was it a gag gift? He looked up, but none of his friends seemed particularly expectant. Oh well. With a final, cautious smile, he pulled the ribbon and slipped off the lid.

Instantly, a bright pink light filled his vision. Hiro fell back, blinded. The others cried in shock.

He remained back flat against his couch for several seconds, peach glare dancing in his vision, convinced that whatever was in the box had blinded him.

At last, however, the light began to fade. Hiro blinked. Cautiously, he opened his eyes.

What he saw made him close them again.

"Ooooh," moaned a woman's voice, "what was in that box? Why do I feel so...?"

Slowly, Hiro opened his eyes once more.

Sitting before him in the skimpiest kind of lingerie were five of the sexiest women he had ever seen. For several seconds, he simply stared, enraptured, as the wheels of his brain spun aimlessly. Who--?

One of the women, a red-head, looked at him curiously. She must have seen his confusion, because she snapped her gaze around, and her jaw dropped as she took in the women around her. Then she turned back to Hiro, saw his expression, looked down, and screamed. The other four did the same.

As their panicked cries filled the room, the calculator in Hiro's brain finally finished its addition. His friends were gone and in their place were... He raised a hand to his own chest in fearful expectation, but no, there was nothing. He was mercifully unboobed.

"Who did this?" Daichi moaned. "Was it the Bakeneko? Why do I feel so... Ahh!" With a sudden cry of lust, she stuck her fingers between her thighs.

Hiro said nothing, but his mind was churning out questions. Why had he been spared--why hadn't he been changed? Wait, no... Maybe he had... Was his...? Holy... How much bigger was it?!

He looked up. Daichi was still playing with herself, but the others had clearly been following his own line of sight. Eiji and Shinji looked entranced.

Slowly, Hiro reached down and unzipped his fly. The sound cut through all the noise--even Daichi stopped her breathless moaning. As one, their eyes turned to his crotch. A kind of hunger filled their faces.

Hiro laughed to himself as he pulled down his pants. He didn't know who'd sent this gift, but he was definitely grateful.

Who needed friends, when you had your own harem?

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Image: danbooru.donmai.us/posts/28952…

Text:

"So...," said his friends, glancing at each other noncommittally, "Happy, uh, Birthday, Hiro...!"

"Thanks guys," he replied, doing his best to smile. He wanted to mean it, but he really didn't have the energy.

"Come on, guy," said dark-haired Choki, resting a hand on Hiro's shoulder. "You've gotta get over her, man. It's been a year since she was Selected. You've gotta move on with your own life."

Hiro closed his eyes and nodded slowly. Part of him wanted to be offended by Choki's bluntness, but another knew that his friend was right.

"Yeah, listen to Choki," said smug, red-haired Daichi, leaning back with his hands behind his head. "I mean, I know it didn't do your sex life any good, but hey, there's always onaholes."

"Hey!" said Gin, slapping Daichi over the head. "Don't be so fuckin' mean!"

"Relax I was only joking--"

"Anyway..." interrupted Eiji, "hurry up and open your presents! I've got a date in ten, so I need ta get outta here fast!"

"Yeah!" yelled Shinji, eyes locked on his phone. "Wait what's happening?"

As the stubborn half of his brain smothered the more sensitive half, Hiro found himself nodding along with everything they said. Sure, they might be the biggest bunch of jerks he knew, but what here on Bakeneko Earth, men had to stick together. Friends were friends, and you had to take what you could find.

"Alright," he sighed, "let's get this over with." He turned to the presents, a small pile of the poorly wrapped gifts and half-assed knicknacks. One present did stand out, however, wrapped in pink ribbons and white paper, with little Venus symbols all over it. Reaching for the box, he grabbed and placed it on his lap. It felt strangely light on his legs, as though it were empty. Who had brought this? Was it a gag gift? He looked up, but none of his friends seemed particularly expectant. Oh well. With a final, cautious smile, he pulled the ribbon and slipped off the lid.

Instantly, a bright pink light filled his vision. Hiro fell back, blinded. The others cried in shock.

He remained back flat against his couch for several seconds, peach glare dancing in his vision, convinced that whatever was in the box had blinded him.

At last, however, the light began to fade. Hiro blinked. Cautiously, he opened his eyes.

What he saw made him close them again.

"Ooooh," moaned a woman's voice, "what was in that box? Why do I feel so...?"

Slowly, Hiro opened his eyes once more.

Sitting before him in the skimpiest kind of lingerie were five of the sexiest women he had ever seen. For several seconds, he simply stared, enraptured, as the wheels of his brain spun aimlessly. Who--?

One of the women, a red-head, looked at him curiously. She must have seen his confusion, because she snapped her gaze around, and her jaw dropped as she took in the women around her. Then she turned back to Hiro, saw his expression, looked down, and screamed. The other four did the same.

As their panicked cries filled the room, the calculator in Hiro's brain finally finished its addition. His friends were gone and in their place were... He raised a hand to his own chest in fearful expectation, but no, there was nothing. He was mercifully unboobed.

"Who did this?" Daichi moaned. "Was it the Bakeneko? Why do I feel so... Ahh!" With a sudden cry of lust, she stuck her fingers between her thighs.

Hiro said nothing, but his mind was churning out questions. Why had he been spared--why hadn't he been changed? Wait, no... Maybe he had... Was his...? Holy... How much bigger was it?!

He looked up. Daichi was still playing with herself, but the others had clearly been following his own line of sight. Eiji and Shinji looked entranced.

Slowly, Hiro reached down and unzipped his fly. The sound cut through all the noise--even Daichi stopped her breathless moaning. As one, their eyes turned to his crotch. A kind of hunger filled their faces.

Hiro laughed to himself as he pulled down his pants. He didn't know who'd sent this gift, but he was definitely grateful.

Who needed friends, when you had your own harem?