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Beams of light shone through the window shades, crossing onto Ichigo’s peaceful expression as he slept. His face scrunched up as he tried to roll away, “Nnn…” He groaned from discomfort. It seemed his body was pinned down by something.

He took a deep breath, smelling something damp. It didn’t smell bad, and it wasn’t far away from his face. His first thought was breakfast in bed. Oranges? Lemons? It was something sweet, but citrusy.

More of the sun’s rays beckoned him awake, and the smell intensified. His crotch felt hot, wet, and bare. He could feel the wind brushing up against it. Something else was making soft, smacking noises.

Ichigo blinked the sleep out of his eyes, coming to terms with the strange sensations that ran up from his groin and to his lower belly. Now that he was mostly awake, he wondered how he didn’t notice the rocking. Something pale and soft was right in front of his face, and as it moved to the side he could’ve sworn he saw some separation.

A pillow…?

The round, soft object bounced towards him. Ichigo started, flinching at the impact of bare skin on his face. “Nngh~ I-Ichigo~” He heard a moan in-between licks as Rukia pressed her ass into his face, “I can’t stooop~”

He tried to shout. “Rukia…!” But what came out was a soft whimper. Her asscheek felt soft against his face, Ichigo thought as he turned his head to get a better look. All he managed to do was bury his face further into Rukia’s round, soft behind.

Desperately, he opened his mouth to shout. “Nnnhh! Nnnghhh…! Nnnnnnggghhh~” A warm, orange-flavored substance filled his mouth as his tongue began licking. Each time he tried to form a syllable it disappeared as his tongue missed his teeth and ran into more of Rukia’s soaking twat.

Rukia’s arms tightened their hold around his lower back, pushing her mouth deeper into his dripping love canal. And as her body pressed against his, his breasts squishing against her stomach, Ichigo felt his mouth reaching further as well.

Writhing and squirming, Ichigo found himself wrapping his arms and legs around Rukia’s smaller body. Their mutual tongue-fucking deepened more until, eventually, Ichigo felt his tongue touch something – there, like he was licking at the center of a candy-coated treat, Rukia’s jewel box opened and released.

Clear, orange-smelling fluid poured all over Ichigo’s face, dripping down his chest as Rukia experienced a strawberry flood. She gasped; her body pulled away as she swallowed Ichigo’s juices. “T-Thank you for the meal…” she mumbled, one hand caressing one of her breasts.

She sat on Ichigo’s face, content with the feeling of his tongue lapping at her pussy. Her butt bounced as she looked down at his bobbing chest, tits rippling with each motion she made. “Ah… Ichigo… You’re really good at this… haah~”

“Nnnnghh~!” Ichigo pitifully exhaled into her.

“I…” Rukia stared ahead, “I should… probably get off of you…” She flexed her ass, grinding her pussy harder against Ichigo’s lips. “Mmmhh~ that’d be a good idea… but just… just one more…”

Buh-duh-deng~! Buh-duh-deng! Buh-duh-deng!

Rukia went still for a second, then jumped off Ichigo like he was made of fire. “Oh god…!” she panted, practically falling off the bed. “I-I’m so sorry, Ichigo, I–”

Ichigo’s alarm clock continued ringing. Slowly, lazily, he turned his head to stare at it. Seven AM… classes wouldn’t start for another hour and a half, at least.

She looked him over one last time and choked back a sob. Rukia fled the room, the sliding door ramming shut behind her.

…Less than a minute later, she returned after her dramatic departure. “I, ah…” she sniffed, “I left my clothes in here.”

Ichigo palmed his face and sighed.

It was day two after being changed, and things were off to a splendid start.

---

Karakura University sat on the east side of Karakura Town. This meant it was about a ten minute walk from the Kurosaki clinic… and a two minute walk to the nearest train station that could drop someone off on the east side of down, right near Urahara’s shop.

In other words, as soon as they were able, Ichigo and Rukia would ditch and head to Urahara’s.

“This would be easier if you let me use the–”

Ichigo glared at Rukia, “Not happening.”

“It was one time,” Rukia fumed, “This device has gotten us out of every situation before, why not now?”

“Because I don’t know how everyone’s memories got adjusted, because using it one time made my family – and who knows who else – think we’re dating–”

“Aren’t we?”

“…Huh?” Ichigo stared at her.

“I mean,” Rukia started, “Aren’t we dating? We, ah… I know it might be because of that Hollow, but…”

“Really?”

“I have to wonder!” She exclaimed, “There isn’t a precedent for this. What am I supposed to do here? If the memory modification device can’t be relied on…”

“We’ll just tough out the day, and when our classes are done, we’ll leave. That’s all. We only have two, today. It’ll be easy.”

Rukia breathed, “Alright… You’re right. It’s two classes and enough time for lunch in between.”

She looked ahead as determination filled her gaze, “What could possibly go wrong?”

“…Ah… Rukia…?”

“Hm?”

“Your hand’s on my ass.”

“Right! Sorry! I’ll, ah… I’ll be careful about that.”

Ichigo shifted awkwardly as they continued walking. “R-Rukia…”

Mercifully, she pulled her hand away – after about four more minutes of squeezing.

It wasn’t her fault Ichigo had such a nice butt.

---

The most harrowing thing today hadn’t been the morning sex, Ichigo reflected. It was the lunch period, when he had to go to the bathroom. He’d been holding it in all morning, tapping his foot through the first class, and he couldn’t be happier that it ended as soon as it did.

Down the hall and to the left – he pulled himself back, the door to the men’s bathroom flapping as he turned and walked briskly in the opposite direction. To the right. Not left. Not in this body.

Then, relief…

Ichigo sighed as he stepped out of the stall and washed his hands, taking a look at the face in the mirror. It still looked unfamiliar to him, but that was a given. Only a day had passed – he’d be shocked if he was already used to seeing the dark haired beauty looking back at him.

Actually, that gave him a thought. He hadn’t considered it, but he certainly looked beautiful. If a woman who looked like this walked up to him and puckered her lips, he might’ve had a lewd thought or two. He was a guy, it just felt natural. Everything from the beauty mark under his lips to his dark skin and untamed, two-tone hair…

…Two-tone hair… beauty mark…

Did that Hollow ever say it couldn’t copy and paste from more than one thing? Its tongue did this to him, so it probably copied someone… more than one person… did he know anyone with his appearance?

He heard the door open and shut, red hair reflecting in the mirror. Ichigo turned, “Hi, Chizuru. Wha…” That was as far as he made it before she stepped right into his personal space and gave him a deep kiss. Ichigo shivered, stepping back as Chizuru pushed him into a stall.

She locked the door behind them with a swipe of her hand. Then, her glasses glinting in the florescent light, she grinned. “You’re looking wonderful as always, Ichigo~!” She practically sang his name. Lust glinted in her eyes and a perverse giggle escaped her throat.

Chizuru’s hands were quick to unbutton Ichigo’s shirt. Her smile widened, her face burnt brighter. She was drooling, Ichigo noticed. His collar shirt was hardly a shield as she peeled it away to reveal the soft, brown skin beneath. “Wearing the men’s uniform without a bra – you’re such a tease!”

“W-W-What?! Chizuru, what’re you doing?!” The redheaded lesbian’s hands were already rubbing against chocolate-colored skin, dimpling flesh as her thumbs and forefingers pinched sweet, heavenly mounds that begged for attention.

A soft cry of undiluted, feminine lust burst from Ichigo’s throat. Chizuru’s clumsy but practiced groping, a palm on either milk tank, may as well have turned the newly-formed woman into putty as her fingers flexed. The sweet odor of strawberries that once lingered now pulverized the room in stench.

“Haah~” Chizuru gave a happy sigh as she ran her tongue across the length of Ichigo’s bare chest. She left inches of saliva behind, kissing at supple flesh until reaching dark, erect nipples. Pushed against the wall, Ichigo’s only respite was to press his hands against either wall of the stall while Chizuru’s lips savaged soaking areolas.

Cheeks distended, Chizuru couldn’t even match gazes with Ichigo as she went cross-eyed, too accommodated by the chewy sweets in her mouth. She bit down, her overbite feeling prominent to Ichigo as the nibbling began traveling in circles.

It would have been kinder for Chizuru to just pierce Ichigo’s nipples there – at least it would have ended that much faster. Instead, she kept the larger, more buxom “man” in a state of cruel, constant lust. She made sure to leave indentations of her jaw on his unprotected, accommodating nips.

An infant would have been more courteous by only feeding from one of Ichigo’s succulent mammaries. Chizuru held no such innocence in her black, perverted heart as she delighted in rolling the two aching tips of Ichigo’s knockers from one cheek to the other.

Her face looked ridiculous, cheeks inflated from titflesh that demanded further attention. Ichigo’s hands slipped, his ass falling to the toilet seat while Chizuru rode him. Greedily, her palms squeezed at his utters as though pressing into them hard enough would produce milk.

It produced moans and dripping pussy juice instead, easily soaking through Ichigo’s panties. The air, pungent with the smell of delicious fruit, threatened to become viscous and foggy with estrogen and pheromones that Chizuru happily inhaled. Spurned forward by the odor of desperate wanting, she obliged.

How long had it been? Ichigo’s mind flittered and fluttered, butterflies in her stomach as Chizuru’s one-sided machinations with his bosom continued. Trapped in that stall, trapped beneath Chizuru, trapped in his own pleasure – but he had to have asked for it, by walking into a place alone like this.

Traitorous fingers began sliding beneath the brim of his pants, displacing his panties. It took a second for him to realize they were his own. He was peeling the now-transparent underwear away to touch at a swollen mound left untouched by Chizuru’s booby rampage.

Eventually, she grew satisfied and offered relief to the beleaguered substitute Shinigami. Ichigo watched with glassy eyes as Chizuru pulled out her wallet. She eyed him over the rim of her glasses, taking in his sweating, heaving form, and pulled several Yen notes free before dropping them to the floor.

“See you next week~!” Chizuru smiled. She blew Ichigo a kiss as she turned and left, “Let’s have a longer session next time – I’ll pay double!”

Double…? What…?

It took an uncomfortably long time for Ichigo to regain his composure. Fluid trickled down the insides of his thighs as he bent over. To any observer, it would have been a perfect time to see a triangle-shaped thigh gap beneath a sizable heart-shaped bum that ached to be slapped.

To Ichigo, it was the most confusing five thousand yen he’d ever made.

---

End Part 3

Description

Beams of light shone through the window shades, crossing onto Ichigo’s peaceful expression as he slept. His face scrunched up as he tried to roll away, “Nnn…” He groaned from discomfort. It seemed his body was pinned down by something.

He took a deep breath, smelling something damp. It didn’t smell bad, and it wasn’t far away from his face. His first thought was breakfast in bed. Oranges? Lemons? It was something sweet, but citrusy.

More of the sun’s rays beckoned him awake, and the smell intensified. His crotch felt hot, wet, and bare. He could feel the wind brushing up against it. Something else was making soft, smacking noises.

Ichigo blinked the sleep out of his eyes, coming to terms with the strange sensations that ran up from his groin and to his lower belly. Now that he was mostly awake, he wondered how he didn’t notice the rocking. Something pale and soft was right in front of his face, and as it moved to the side he could’ve sworn he saw some separation.

A pillow…?

The round, soft object bounced towards him. Ichigo started, flinching at the impact of bare skin on his face. “Nngh~ I-Ichigo~” He heard a moan in-between licks as Rukia pressed her ass into his face, “I can’t stooop~”

He tried to shout. “Rukia…!” But what came out was a soft whimper. Her asscheek felt soft against his face, Ichigo thought as he turned his head to get a better look. All he managed to do was bury his face further into Rukia’s round, soft behind.

Desperately, he opened his mouth to shout. “Nnnhh! Nnnghhh…! Nnnnnnggghhh~” A warm, orange-flavored substance filled his mouth as his tongue began licking. Each time he tried to form a syllable it disappeared as his tongue missed his teeth and ran into more of Rukia’s soaking twat.

Rukia’s arms tightened their hold around his lower back, pushing her mouth deeper into his dripping love canal. And as her body pressed against his, his breasts squishing against her stomach, Ichigo felt his mouth reaching further as well.

Writhing and squirming, Ichigo found himself wrapping his arms and legs around Rukia’s smaller body. Their mutual tongue-fucking deepened more until, eventually, Ichigo felt his tongue touch something – there, like he was licking at the center of a candy-coated treat, Rukia’s jewel box opened and released.

Clear, orange-smelling fluid poured all over Ichigo’s face, dripping down his chest as Rukia experienced a strawberry flood. She gasped; her body pulled away as she swallowed Ichigo’s juices. “T-Thank you for the meal…” she mumbled, one hand caressing one of her breasts.

She sat on Ichigo’s face, content with the feeling of his tongue lapping at her pussy. Her butt bounced as she looked down at his bobbing chest, tits rippling with each motion she made. “Ah… Ichigo… You’re really good at this… haah~”

“Nnnnghh~!” Ichigo pitifully exhaled into her.

“I…” Rukia stared ahead, “I should… probably get off of you…” She flexed her ass, grinding her pussy harder against Ichigo’s lips. “Mmmhh~ that’d be a good idea… but just… just one more…”

Buh-duh-deng~! Buh-duh-deng! Buh-duh-deng!

Rukia went still for a second, then jumped off Ichigo like he was made of fire. “Oh god…!” she panted, practically falling off the bed. “I-I’m so sorry, Ichigo, I–”

Ichigo’s alarm clock continued ringing. Slowly, lazily, he turned his head to stare at it. Seven AM… classes wouldn’t start for another hour and a half, at least.

She looked him over one last time and choked back a sob. Rukia fled the room, the sliding door ramming shut behind her.

…Less than a minute later, she returned after her dramatic departure. “I, ah…” she sniffed, “I left my clothes in here.”

Ichigo palmed his face and sighed.

It was day two after being changed, and things were off to a splendid start.

---

Karakura University sat on the east side of Karakura Town. This meant it was about a ten minute walk from the Kurosaki clinic… and a two minute walk to the nearest train station that could drop someone off on the east side of down, right near Urahara’s shop.

In other words, as soon as they were able, Ichigo and Rukia would ditch and head to Urahara’s.

“This would be easier if you let me use the–”

Ichigo glared at Rukia, “Not happening.”

“It was one time,” Rukia fumed, “This device has gotten us out of every situation before, why not now?”

“Because I don’t know how everyone’s memories got adjusted, because using it one time made my family – and who knows who else – think we’re dating–”

“Aren’t we?”

“…Huh?” Ichigo stared at her.

“I mean,” Rukia started, “Aren’t we dating? We, ah… I know it might be because of that Hollow, but…”

“Really?”

“I have to wonder!” She exclaimed, “There isn’t a precedent for this. What am I supposed to do here? If the memory modification device can’t be relied on…”

“We’ll just tough out the day, and when our classes are done, we’ll leave. That’s all. We only have two, today. It’ll be easy.”

Rukia breathed, “Alright… You’re right. It’s two classes and enough time for lunch in between.”

She looked ahead as determination filled her gaze, “What could possibly go wrong?”

“…Ah… Rukia…?”

“Hm?”

“Your hand’s on my ass.”

“Right! Sorry! I’ll, ah… I’ll be careful about that.”

Ichigo shifted awkwardly as they continued walking. “R-Rukia…”

Mercifully, she pulled her hand away – after about four more minutes of squeezing.

It wasn’t her fault Ichigo had such a nice butt.

---

The most harrowing thing today hadn’t been the morning sex, Ichigo reflected. It was the lunch period, when he had to go to the bathroom. He’d been holding it in all morning, tapping his foot through the first class, and he couldn’t be happier that it ended as soon as it did.

Down the hall and to the left – he pulled himself back, the door to the men’s bathroom flapping as he turned and walked briskly in the opposite direction. To the right. Not left. Not in this body.

Then, relief…

Ichigo sighed as he stepped out of the stall and washed his hands, taking a look at the face in the mirror. It still looked unfamiliar to him, but that was a given. Only a day had passed – he’d be shocked if he was already used to seeing the dark haired beauty looking back at him.

Actually, that gave him a thought. He hadn’t considered it, but he certainly looked beautiful. If a woman who looked like this walked up to him and puckered her lips, he might’ve had a lewd thought or two. He was a guy, it just felt natural. Everything from the beauty mark under his lips to his dark skin and untamed, two-tone hair…

…Two-tone hair… beauty mark…

Did that Hollow ever say it couldn’t copy and paste from more than one thing? Its tongue did this to him, so it probably copied someone… more than one person… did he know anyone with his appearance?

He heard the door open and shut, red hair reflecting in the mirror. Ichigo turned, “Hi, Chizuru. Wha…” That was as far as he made it before she stepped right into his personal space and gave him a deep kiss. Ichigo shivered, stepping back as Chizuru pushed him into a stall.

She locked the door behind them with a swipe of her hand. Then, her glasses glinting in the florescent light, she grinned. “You’re looking wonderful as always, Ichigo~!” She practically sang his name. Lust glinted in her eyes and a perverse giggle escaped her throat.

Chizuru’s hands were quick to unbutton Ichigo’s shirt. Her smile widened, her face burnt brighter. She was drooling, Ichigo noticed. His collar shirt was hardly a shield as she peeled it away to reveal the soft, brown skin beneath. “Wearing the men’s uniform without a bra – you’re such a tease!”

“W-W-What?! Chizuru, what’re you doing?!” The redheaded lesbian’s hands were already rubbing against chocolate-colored skin, dimpling flesh as her thumbs and forefingers pinched sweet, heavenly mounds that begged for attention.

A soft cry of undiluted, feminine lust burst from Ichigo’s throat. Chizuru’s clumsy but practiced groping, a palm on either milk tank, may as well have turned the newly-formed woman into putty as her fingers flexed. The sweet odor of strawberries that once lingered now pulverized the room in stench.

“Haah~” Chizuru gave a happy sigh as she ran her tongue across the length of Ichigo’s bare chest. She left inches of saliva behind, kissing at supple flesh until reaching dark, erect nipples. Pushed against the wall, Ichigo’s only respite was to press his hands against either wall of the stall while Chizuru’s lips savaged soaking areolas.

Cheeks distended, Chizuru couldn’t even match gazes with Ichigo as she went cross-eyed, too accommodated by the chewy sweets in her mouth. She bit down, her overbite feeling prominent to Ichigo as the nibbling began traveling in circles.

It would have been kinder for Chizuru to just pierce Ichigo’s nipples there – at least it would have ended that much faster. Instead, she kept the larger, more buxom “man” in a state of cruel, constant lust. She made sure to leave indentations of her jaw on his unprotected, accommodating nips.

An infant would have been more courteous by only feeding from one of Ichigo’s succulent mammaries. Chizuru held no such innocence in her black, perverted heart as she delighted in rolling the two aching tips of Ichigo’s knockers from one cheek to the other.

Her face looked ridiculous, cheeks inflated from titflesh that demanded further attention. Ichigo’s hands slipped, his ass falling to the toilet seat while Chizuru rode him. Greedily, her palms squeezed at his utters as though pressing into them hard enough would produce milk.

It produced moans and dripping pussy juice instead, easily soaking through Ichigo’s panties. The air, pungent with the smell of delicious fruit, threatened to become viscous and foggy with estrogen and pheromones that Chizuru happily inhaled. Spurned forward by the odor of desperate wanting, she obliged.

How long had it been? Ichigo’s mind flittered and fluttered, butterflies in her stomach as Chizuru’s one-sided machinations with his bosom continued. Trapped in that stall, trapped beneath Chizuru, trapped in his own pleasure – but he had to have asked for it, by walking into a place alone like this.

Traitorous fingers began sliding beneath the brim of his pants, displacing his panties. It took a second for him to realize they were his own. He was peeling the now-transparent underwear away to touch at a swollen mound left untouched by Chizuru’s booby rampage.

Eventually, she grew satisfied and offered relief to the beleaguered substitute Shinigami. Ichigo watched with glassy eyes as Chizuru pulled out her wallet. She eyed him over the rim of her glasses, taking in his sweating, heaving form, and pulled several Yen notes free before dropping them to the floor.

“See you next week~!” Chizuru smiled. She blew Ichigo a kiss as she turned and left, “Let’s have a longer session next time – I’ll pay double!”

Double…? What…?

It took an uncomfortably long time for Ichigo to regain his composure. Fluid trickled down the insides of his thighs as he bent over. To any observer, it would have been a perfect time to see a triangle-shaped thigh gap beneath a sizable heart-shaped bum that ached to be slapped.

To Ichigo, it was the most confusing five thousand yen he’d ever made.

---

End Part 3