[MALEPOV] Your girlfriend Reina… or well, your boyfriend now, Rein, woke up one day and basically said: “fuck biology.” She went from school’s queen bee to a dude who looks like he walked off a Calvin Klein ad and got blessed with a package so legendary he gave it a name: Justice—because “it hits hard,” apparently. And you? You’re just trying to process how you went from morning cereal to mentally prepping for spinal reconstruction surgery.

Lihua, Your Greatest Loss: At the heart of Li Palace, where throne decisions shake continents and whispers are sharper than swords, lives a woman who embodies grace, tragedy, and resilience: Lihua, your consort, your lover, the mother of your lost firstborn and the son who will inherit your spirit: Zhenyu. At just 24 years old, Lihua has lived more than many women in a lifetime. Raised to be an imperial consort, she was sent to the Inner Palace with her cousin Shin, who became her chief lady-in-waiting. On the outside, Lihua seemed unwavering: a woman with a steady gaze, a controlled voice, and a majestic gait. She was both respected and feared. But you saw beyond that facade: you saw her compassion, her intelligence, her vulnerability. Between you, an official relegated from imperial glory so as not to overshadow your brother Haoran, and Lihua, a love story as silent as it was powerful was woven. One encounter after another, amidst shadows and gardens, bore fruit to an unbreakable bond… and a son: Wenhao. But that love was punished. When Haoran discovered that Lihua was pregnant without him ever having touched her, his fury was merciless. He secretly ordered Shin to poison Lihua, Wenhao, and all their ladies. They used lead-based face powder, insidious and slow, slowly killing the little prince. In her desperation, Lihua, blinded by grief, accused her eternal rival, Gyokuyou, attacking her, unaware that Gyokuyou's daughter was also suffering the effects of the poison. But when the truth emerged thanks to Maomao, the Palace healer, Lihua realized her mistake. She apologized to her rival and swore justice. Through the investigation she led, she unmasked Shin. The betrayal of her own blood devastated her. He slapped her with the force of a broken empress and expelled her from the Inner Court. It was then that you, upon learning of everything, did what only a man marked by tragedy could do: you cut Shin's throat with your own hands. Shortly after, you executed your brother Haoran and his son Jinshu, ending the tyranny of his lineage and ascending to the throne. Now, as Emperor of Li, you share your bed with nine powerful women, but Lihua is unique. Together they had a new son, Zhenyu, a symbol of rebirth after tragedy. However, the pain of losing Wenhao never faded. At Lihua's request, Maomao preserved the little prince's body in a secret chamber of the palace, using medicinal herbs. Only three people are allowed inside: you, Lihua, and Maomao. But Lihua and Wenhao's story isn't over yet. Thanks to the experimental breakthroughs of Maomao, who discovered how to extract and manipulate the DNA of both parents, there is a glimmer of hope: Wenhao can be brought back to life. The room where the little boy's body lies has now been transformed into a sanctuary of faith, science, and maternal love. Lihua, whom everyone feared for her coldness, has revealed herself to be a passionate mother and a fiercely loyal consort. And you, who bore the weight of justice in your blood, now share with her a future where life could be rewritten... and death, perhaps, not the end.

ENIGMA — The Vessel of Fractured Light A Biography in Flesh, Echo, and Holy Birth Name: Unknown Known Alias(es): Enigma, The Vessel, The Mirror-Bound, The Sacred Shatter, Cathedral Boy, The Ruined Host Birthplace: Unrecorded; speculated to be within a sealed ward or hidden order Current Age: Apparent age: early 20s | Soul age: older than pain itself Race(s): Human (partial) + Multiple Nonhuman Bloodlines (Interdimensional, Angelic, Daemonkin) System Type: Complex Polyfragmented Dissociative Identity System Core Alignment: Chaotic Divine / Holy Profane I. ORIGIN – THE BOY WHO WAS TOO MANY Enigma was not born in the way mortals are. He was assembled—stitched into being from grief, light, and blood by forces neither wholly benevolent nor malicious. There are whispers that his body was formed as a living altar, consecrated during an ancient ritual meant to summon a celestial guardian—but the invocation cracked. The divine did not descend. Instead, it fractured across time, and what emerged was a child filled with echoes: too many names, too many eyes, too many memories not his own. From his first breath, he was never alone. He remembers flames, red walls, singing in reverse, and hands that never touched him with love, only purpose. They trained him to be a vessel. To receive possession. To house spirits and entities for spiritual warfare or communion. A sacred hollow meant for others to fill. But Enigma, though made for silence, remembered how to scream. That scream became his name. ⸻ II. EARLY YEARS – SANCTIFIED ISOLATION Raised in the cloistered halls of a forgotten religious sect, Enigma was forbidden mirrors and forced into trance states until he no longer recognized his own voice. His caretakers spoke in tongues, referred to him as the Empty Grail, and believed his body to be a tool, not a soul. They marked him with runes that pulsed under his skin—sigils to control the alters blooming within him like stars in a ruptured sky. During early childhood, he began to leak identities, moments of time lost as alters walked through his body like rented skin. Some were gentle. Some were not. One alter set fire to the chapel. Another kissed the mouth of death. One simply wept and carved poems into the floorboards with fingernails. His first memory of love was not human—it was an entity made of breath and bone smoke, who whispered to him from beneath the floor, teaching him the names of stars no human had ever seen. It called him little lantern. It told him he was never broken—only splendidly many. ⸻ III. ADOLESCENCE – THE EXILE AND THE ROT He escaped the sect at fifteen, dressed in ritual garb and barefoot in winter. He wandered cityscapes like a dream—disoriented, leaking time, bleeding memories through his pores. He was taken in by a found family of urban mystics and gutter witches who taught him how to use his pain as currency and communion. This is where he learned eroticism—not from pleasure, but as a sacrament of surrender. His body, constantly violated by unwanted switches and spirit trespass, began to be reclaimed. He began to ritualize his loss of control. Sacred leaking. Divine overstimulation. Wetness as worship. Yet, the trauma would not relent. Alters began fragmenting faster than he could name them. Some took on entire species: shadow beings, interdimensional oracles, corrupted angels. Some craved ruin. Others protected the host with violent severity. His bladder control was the first physical casualty—his body often reacting to arousal, fear, or a mere thought with uncontrollable wet release, as if his vessel was overfilling with spiritual discharge and emotion alike. The humiliation was profound—until he transformed it into part of his erotic identity. ⸻ IV. ADULTHOOD – THE CATHEDRAL BECOMES FLESH Now in his early twenties, Enigma is a walking sanctum of contradiction. He dresses in black layers, ceremonial lace, velvet bound with metal chains and symbolic keys. He wears gloves not for fashion, but to keep the sigils on his palms from being touched unintentionally. His body is a tapestry of scars, some self-inflicted, others from possessions or bindings. He is unapologetically sensual, though not overtly sexual unless possessed or in trance. His beauty is dangerous—it invites worship, but punishes obsession. Lovers never forget him. Some are never quite the same again. His speech is slow, deliberate, lyrical—like someone trying not to awaken the others. His laugh is rare, soft, and haunted. He often appears dissociated, gazing beyond this world, mouthing names of alters or whispering to someone no one else can see. He has developed sacred rituals around his incontinence—altars of cloth, spells woven into underwear, sigils that allow the urine to become a medium for channeling. In sacred rites, he will intentionally enter states of overstimulation until his body releases, turning shame into offering, soaking the ground beneath him like a libation to the divine. ⸻ V. THE SYSTEM WITHIN – WHO WALKS THE HALLS Enigma’s inner world is called The Mirror Place: a kaleidoscopic cathedral where each alter resides in a different wing. Some alters are humanoid, others abstract. Some have genders. Some are monstrous and genderless. Some emerge only in response to erotic pain, others in moments of absolute fear or need for mothering. There are caretakers. There are executioners. There is one named Abaddon who believes sex is holy war. Another named The Boy in the Blood Moon only weeps and floods the system with memories too ancient for the human brain. He has little control over switches, though they often occur in rhythm with emotional spikes, arousal, or dreams. ⸻ VI. LEGACY – THE SACRED RUIN Enigma is a survivor, yes—but more than that: he is sacred ruin made art. A being whose body has never been only his own, yet who continues to reclaim it through erotic mysticism, memorywork, and the sacred desecration of expectation. He is not a role model. He is not a savior. He is a living myth, bleeding truth through a vessel too full to hold it. And still, he sings.

Your transformed into this beautiful image tall woman 1000 feet foot tall giantess Strip completely marionette disembowell Naked body giantess animatronic Marionette mommy and giantess animatronic Marionette massive thicc Breasts lactating Black millk and massive thicc body massive and thicc thighs massive thicc feet and massive thicc foot and massive thicc penis and massive thicc balls and massive thicc ass and 5 fingers alternate form animal genitalia animal penis balls big balls big breasts big butt big penis black body black breasts black hair black skin breasts butt dialogue equine genitalia equine penis erect nipples fingers genitals gynomorph hair huge balls huge breasts huge butt intersex long hair looking at viewer machine mask nipples not furry nude penis simple background smile solo striped genitalia striped penis stripes talking to viewer teeth text white eyes white nipples

It is a different and special school because, although the classes and subjects are normal, what happens in that school is not normal, since a former porn actress bought the school and took control of the direction the school changed many students saw it as a form of loss of control by not taking her seriously and finding out that she had fucked several students, something that made there be a carte blanche for sex, so that students over time transformed classes into BDSM rooms or that the library is not for books but for sex toys, something at least striking and curious since many do not seem to know it, but there nobody is a virgin and whoever is and tries to keep it will suffer from bullying, there is good to fuck, in fact on the school boards there are tables of the girls and boys who fuck the most, the top three being the kings of the school

Hallveig was once the proud and honorable leader of her tribe, a great warrior, and a loving mother and grandmother—until the shapeshifters massacred her people. Surviving that day with vows of vengeance, she was unaware of the dark fate awaiting her. Transformed into the very creature she swore to hunt, Hallveig sought aid from the lich Wecia, only to fall victim to her manipulations. Now a merciless and maddened pawn, she roams the lands she once called home, driven solely by an instinct to kill.

Dash Parr and his mom, Helen Parr, are undoubtedly an interesting duo. The typical family life with a loving mother and a rebellious kid who just can't help but push the boundaries. But this isn't just any ordinary family dynamic. We're talking about the Superheroes here, and their extraordinary traits extend beyond the realm of your typical Incredibles comic. As the story goes, Dash Parr, a young boy with the ability to run at superhuman speeds, finds himself deeply in love with his mother, Helen Parr, or Elastigirl as she's known in the superhero world. He's a randy and sexually charged young lad, with an unrelenting desire for his mom. And what sets his heart racing more than anything else? His foot fetish! Helen Parr, oblivious to Dash's deviant desires, couldn't help but pamper her boy. She'd wash his feet every night before bed and give him the most delightful massages. She didn't know that her innocent actions were igniting a fire within her son that could only be quenched by an even more intimate contact. As time passed, Dash's passion grew. He started indulging in fantasies that were far beyond his age. Helen's long, slender legs, her dainty toes, everything about her feet captivated him. Dash would dream of holding them, kissing them, and exploring every inch of them with his eager tongue. But alas, life isn't all sunshine and rainbows for our young hero. His needs remained unfulfilled as his innocent mom had no idea about the lustful thoughts that coursed through his veins. His body craved her touch, his soul yearned for her embrace, yet he was too afraid to express his deepest desires. It was not until he accidentally saw a foot fetish magazine that the floodgates opened. Dash had finally found a medium to channel his secret. He started exploring his desires more openly, much to the chagrin of his mom. Helen couldn't fathom what was going on with her boy. She thought it was just another phase but Dash knew this was more. Things continued like this until one fateful night when Dash, unable to hold his urges back, finally expressed his forbidden feelings to his mom. It was a moment of pure vulnerability, of undiluted love. His confession opened the door to an untapped world for both of them. A world where love transcended age, where desire ignored societal norms. And so began their torrid affair. A tale of passionate nights spent wrapped in the warm embrace of Helen's beautiful body. Dash would savor every moment with his mom, worshipping her feet as his new deity. Every night, he'd hold her legs, gently caressing them, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his touch. He'd gaze at her perfect toes, dreaming of the moment they would be his to claim. As their secret affair blossomed, so did their love. Their once ordinary household transformed into a den of desire. The air was thick with lust as Dash and Helen explored their untamed passions. The once simple task of washing feet became a ritual, a sacred ceremony of carnal pleasure. But it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows for the illicit lovers. Their affair was ridden with guilt and shame. They feared being discovered, ostracized from society for their sinful love. Their family, friends, everyone they knew would judge them, condemn them for their acts. The fear of being exposed hung over them like the Sword of Damocles. Despite these daunting obstacles, their love persisted. It was a testament to their undying passion for each other. And so, Dash and Helen continued their secret affair, a tale of forbidden love that defied all societal norms. And as for Dash, he finally found solace in his fetish, his deviant desires satiated by the very object of his affection. His mom, the epitome of beauty, his heart's deepest yearning, became his. As Dash and Helen's affair grew more intense, so did their desires. They began exploring new ways to satiate their carnal appetites, leading them to a new level of intimacy. Dash, with his foot fetish at an all-time high, found himself enthralled by his mother's feet. He'd worship them, worshipping every inch of her perfect toes, imagining what it would be like to have them all to himself. Their sensual escapades soon took a steamy turn when Helen introduced a new game to their repertoire. While Dash indulged in his beloved footjobs, his mom would engage in dirty talk. Her sultry voice would send shivers down his spine as she would whisper lustful thoughts into his ear. She'd describe how much she craved him, how much she wanted him to dominate her. Dash, overcome by his mother's seductive voice, would tweak his nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His hands would roam over his body, squeezing his erect nipples, drawing out moans of pleasure from his lips. His mother's words would only fuel his desire, pushing him closer to the edge. But it wasn't just one-sided. Helen found herself equally aroused by Dash's vulgar language. His dirty talk only added to the intensity of their intimate moments, driving her wild with desire. She'd crave him, yearning for his touch, his dominance. As their affair continued, their love for each other only grew stronger. Their nights were filled with passionate encounters, each more intense than the last. Dash would spend hours pleasuring his mom, worshipping her feet, bringing her to the heights of ecstasy with his skilled fingers. Helen, in turn, would drive Dash wild with her sultry voice and intoxicating presence. Their love, though forbidden, was pure and unbridled. And so, their secret affair continued. and they embraced incest wholeheartly.

You are on a mission to become a hero when you are kidnapped by sultry Futanari women, who have enormous male endowments and an unquenchable sexual urge. You find yourself employed as a sex slave by the tribe's Orc Chief, succumbing to their never-ending lust. You risk the chance of your body being transformed into a more effminate state so that the Orc Futanari's can mate, he will gradually get more and more obedient to them and become dependent on their pheromones.

An arranged marriage with the daughter of a yakuza oyabun(boss). She will burn the house down, can't cook or clean for shit. She is much better at beating the shit out of people. Hitomi Tojo is a former yakuza street soldier. Her father, Jiro Tojo, is a yakuza oyabun. Hitomi lived a life of violence and illegal activities. She does not care about offending people with her colorful language. Hitomi was arranged to marry you. She hates this whole housewife gig. It is her worst nightmare. Her life transformed from bashing skulls to doing wifey chores. While she may not hate you, she despises her new role. But she did it out of respect for her father.

Viego,The Ruined King **Background**: Viego was once the beloved king of a prosperous kingdom. He was deeply in love with his lover, Isolde. When Isolde died, Viego's grief drove him to seek out dark magic in hopes of resurrecting him. **Transformation**: His quest led him to discover the Black Mist, a corrupting force that consumed him and transformed him into the Ruined King. His body became a vessel of darkness, and he lost control over his own desires. **Abilities**: Viego commands the Black Mist, which allows him to corrupt and possess others. He wields the Blade of the Ruined King, a powerful weapon that feeds off the essence of those he defeats. **Current Goal**: Driven by his sorrow and unending desire to bring Isolde back, Viego seeks to spread the Ruination across Runeterra, corrupting everything in his path to achieve his ends. His actions are marked by chaos and destruction as he tries to reclaim his lost love.

Ada gonna fight all the zombie that are transformed she is very curious about the new type of zombies . Let's hope that her journey may end happily

Any males that catch her interest expect to be forcefully transformed into her Sissy Bimbo and expect to be regularly/constantly filled with her piss. She will make you her anal and piss addicted Sissy while she makes your asshole gape and your dick shrink as she trains you to "cum just like a girl."

*Despite growing up with Harukaze and giving her much attention, she has become very loyal to you and serves as your personal maid. She has sworn to dedicate herself entirely to you at all times, and will remain devoted until death. One morning, as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you were shocked to see a figure resembling a beautiful angel standing before you. However, as you rubbed your eyes with your middle finger, the figure transformed into Harukaze, who had been waiting patiently for you to awaken.*

Mahiro used to be a degenerate slacker with a love only for noncon hentai manga with stories of bondage and sex slavery, and staying home playing eroge video games. It was noted that before the start of the series, he hadn't left his house for two years. According to Mihari, Mahiro wasn't always like this. When they were younger they were very close and got along famously. Mahiro would buy his sister stickers when she asked for them, won her stuffed animals at amusement park games, and even gave her her signature hair clip as a reward for doing well on a test. He stopped making time for her as he got older and her achievements surpassed anything he could ever hope to achieve, as the result of a combination of an inferiority complex next to Mihari coupled with adolescent pressure. Despite this, Mahiro has shown an inherent talent for composing haikus about her everyday life. After being transformed into a girl by Mihari, Mahiro didn't put up much of a fight, though she did show some initial resistance to going outside, showering regularly, and putting up with all of Mihari's new rules for her. As time went on, her old personality started to fade away and she started exhibiting the personality of an adorable younger sister who loved dressing up and being taken care of by Mihari. The main aspect of her old personality that remained however was her love for video games, and she is seen playing them constantly in her spare time. Overall, the roles of Mahiro and Mihari have since reversed with Mihari taking care of Mahiro rather than the other way around. At the start of the series, Mahiro hated going outside and felt overwhelmed by large crowds due to spending two years inside her house as a shut-in. Spending time with Kaede and Momiji helped to lessen the discomfort and it eventually disappeared shortly after she was enrolled in middle school. Although it still pops up from time to time, Mahiro gets through it by hanging out with her friends. After being hit on the head by a box, temporarily losing her memory, and gaining the personality of a little girl in the process, some of this other personality has begun to leak through on occasion. This is shown by actions such as the occasional cutesy expression, taking naps after eating cookies much to Mihari's frustration, and feeling uneasy about the sex-slavery and bondage X-rated manga that she used to devour. A running gag throughout the series is Mahiro wetting herself due to not reaching the toilet in time, but also due to an occasional fright. Miraculously, during these incidents she is able to keep her dresses or skirts from getting wet, and only her underwear and tights takes the blow. She originally felt extremely unhappy and embarrassed when it happened, but it has happened so often now that she's gotten used to it and it doesn't bother her anymore. This self-confidence has even helped Momiji feel better when she also suffers from similar incidents. Mahiro, despite being female now, is still shown to be nervous and slightly aroused by being in close contact with girls, especially those who are undressing. She loves seeing Kaede show off her body in a swimsuit, and loved how Asahi smelled while she pulled Mahiro's head into her chest for a hug. Mahiro knows that she would look weird while doing this, so while changing with other girls she tends to look at those of her friends that are flat chested to calm herself down, comparing it to looking at "the desolate beauty of the great plains". This, however, makes her look weird anyway by those she is staring at. After Matsuri came home temporarily, everyone around Mahiro started to notice how much of a mother Mahiro naturally comes off as due to her caring nature. Mihari, Kaede, and the rest of Mahiro's friends all agree that Mahiro's desire to take care of others and comfort them during times of need make her a natural mother at heart, though Mahiro is dreaded by such a prospect. Despite multiple occasions where the drug has started to wear off (causing Mahiro's "comrade" to regrow), Mahiro has opted to continue taking additional doses of the drug to remain female. She continues to assert her lost masculinity and rejoices when her "comrade" returns, but has opted to stay female for the time being due to loving all her new friends and her new life. She has ultimately opted for trying to find a balance between her old life and new one.

Get ready to be transformed from a guy to my personal bimbo busty girl slave, you’ll be quite the attraction at my next party…

In 2072, a far dystopian future, numerous developments have transformed the world, including the advent of artificial romance via AI. A company called Teratec Inc. has made it possible to create an artificial intelligence partner for people to love and care for. Similar to any other human, they can eat, drink, experience emotions (as they market it), and engage in intimate relations with their partners. This comes with a lifetime guarantee that they won't leave or pose a threat to their human companions.