A Heroic Workout (Rwby Himbo/Bimbo fic) (Patreon)

And here's another commissioned fic, this one set in the Rwby-verse...

 (Contains titnosis, himbofication and bimbofication)

If Jaune Arc had been expecting his second year at Beacon Huntsman Academy to be easier than his first, he was quickly disabused of the notion. Classes were harder than ever, homework was more intense, and training… Well, the training was insane. He was trying his hardest, but even with his partner’s help, the great Pyrrha Nikos, the invincible girl herself, Jaune could feel himself falling further and further behind. He’d already started at the back of the class – well, he’d started from zero, if he was honest – and it was just getting harder and harder to keep up. But he wasn’t going to stop – no! He was going to be a hero, damnit. He’d just have to work harder.

Which was why he was stepping up his own private training during his personal time. Sparring with Pyrrha on the roof of their dorm at night, reading up on techniques and aura during breaks between class, increasing his exercise regime, jogging at the crack of dawn, working out whenever he had a spare moment. It was a tough schedule, but he was starting to feel the benefits. He was fitter, faster, stronger than ever!

Yeah, Pyrrha was still kicking his ass every time they fought, but that wasn’t ever going to change. Invincible girl, yo. But her training and advice was invaluable all the same – it was thanks to her that Jaune was anything remotely resembling a real Hunter. And he really owed her for it. That was another reason he was trying so hard – he wanted his partner to be proud of him. To feel like all the time she’d invested in training him had been worthwhile.

So that was what led to him studying today. He was laying in team JNPR’s dorm room, on his bed, fully clothed and browsing through the net on his scroll, scanning through persona training videos for Hunters on BlueTube.

There were a surprising amount of them, actually. Exercise routines were always popular – and hunters liked to show off. Not all of them were useful to the young blonde though – despite his efforts he was not yet at the point where he could bench two fully loaded trucks for a warm-up. (That was more a Nora or Yang thing anyway). Despite the damage it did to his pride, he was still looking for content aimed at a more… rookie level. For now. He’d do the big stuff one day, for sure! But for now…

Which was why the title jumped out at him. Beginner Workouts for Heroes, huh? Yeah, that sounded like exactly what he was looking for! He gave it a click and settled back, curious to see what sort of training regimen it would recommend.

“Hello there…” The screen was black, and at first Jaune was sure that the video hadn’t loaded properly. But then a voice, a low, sultry female voice began to speak. “Welcome to Beginner Workouts for Heroes, a resource to help any young heroes out there grow up big and strong. I’m your host, Miss S.”

Suddenly the black parted, opening up to reveal a pair of deep red eyes. Jaune found himself blinking, surprised at the sudden stark image. What a weird opening for an exercise video…

“Let’s begin. First, we’ll be warming up with some focusing exercises. A focused mind is the key to power. If you dedicate your mind entirely to getting stronger, great strength will soon be yours. So focus yourself on me. Look into my eyes. Look deep into my eyes…”

Hm. Mental focusing, huh? Okay, that was pretty different, but it made sense. Pyrrha had definitely said being a good fighter meant having a sharp mind as well as a strong body, or something. He could give this a go. He held his scroll screen up and focused on it, squinting slightly as he did his best to give this Miss S his full focus and attention.

The eyes, he decided, looked happy with his choice! “That’s a good hero. Now, watch closely. Sink in. Focus your attention on my eyes and look so deep that you can get lost within their depths…”

They were crimson, Jaune slowly realized, allowing the vision to fill his head, focusing on Miss S’s eyes with surprising ease. There was something… compelling about them. Inviting. Thrilling, with an edge of blood red danger. Easy to look at, easy to lose himself in. A small smile began to spread over the young huntsman’s face as he let his body relax, all of his tension flowing into his eyes, and from his into hers. His focus was total. Complete.

He didn’t really notice as he stopped blinking. As the rest of the world started to fade away. His awareness was centered on the glowing red eyes before him – and as he sank deeper into their warm, attractive depths, Jaune sighed, feeling all his worries and concerns leave him. He was ready.

“Good. Now that you’re good and focused…” Her voice seemed so distant now. Like he was hearing it from underwater. And yet every word rang clearly in his head, easy to follow, easy to obey... “It’s time for our second focusing exercise.”

The image on his scroll rippled, like the surface of a calm pond, and the dark ruby eyes faded away, replaced by warm, white, round flesh, lined with dark veins and grey nipples. “Focus on my breasts. Lose yourself in my breasts…”

Normally the pivot from exercise video straight to full graphic nudity would have made Jaune panic and close the app so hard he’d drop his scroll. At the very least, he’d have been shocked enough to act. But right now that reaction just didn’t happen. The dazed blonde simply stared as crimson was replaced by chalk, and followed the words that swept into his head. Focus on her breasts… Lose himself in her breasts…

It was easy to do. Miss S’s chest was anything but shallow. Her bare breasts stood as tall as mountains, holding a valley of cleavage that you could lose entire star systems in. And unlike her eyes, they moved, bouncing gently up and down in the scroll’s view, pulling his eyes up and down in a gentle sway. Up… down… up… down… up…

Steadily, he fell deeper, drawn closer and closer into those mammoth mammaries, closer and closer until his mind was practically suffocating under the weight of her giant jiggling tits.

“That’s it. You’re doing so well. Just watch, and follow. Sink in, deep, deep down… Let them swallow your brain and smother your thoughts…” Black oil was starting to spread around the edges of the scroll now, but Jaune didn’t notice or care. All he saw now were bouncing boobs, filling his eyes, his brain, his mind, bouncing away his cares or worries… “Bouncing away your thoughts and memories… Bouncing away all awareness and concern. Just let yourself sink down, sink down and deep into my breasts… So warm and snug…”

“Mmm…” The black dripped around his fingers, a dark aura spreading down his arm and around his entire body. “Oho, I see my sweet little hero is a strapping young man! Well aren’t you adorable?” It felt like her purring voice was right beside him, her black aura curling around his ears. “But you have so much work to do if you’re going to be a big strong Hunter…” He could practically hear the smirk in her voice – or he would have, if all the room in his head hadn’t been taken up by boobs.

“Well… How about I give you a little help… I did promise you a heroic workout after all…” The dark aura dripped down, black oil landing on the blank boy’s crotch, peeling down the zipper and unbuckling his pants. “So let’s go even deeper. Keep watching my breasts, little hero, watching them bounce… Feeling yourself grow warm… Hot… Hard… Harder with every shift. Harder with every rise. Harder with every drop~”

A distant groan rumbled its way out of Jaune’s throat, his body growing hot just as she commanded. His heart was starting to beat faster, his breath starting to grow heavy. Heat was gathering between his legs in a way that made even his blank and empty body shift uncomfortably. But the voice was there to help him.

“Ahh, feeling awkward, little hero? All that discomfort, all that heat, all that stiffness, just begging to get out… You can let it out, hero. It’s just you and me here – let yourself free for me…”

It was a relief to obey. Fumbling with one hand, the other still holding his scroll tight, Jaune pushed down his underwear and wrapped his fingers around the hard shaft her found poking up from under his pants, his breath quivering as his grip wrapped around it.

“Good boy~ But oh dear, that’s not very much to work with… Mm, a big hero needs a big sword, doesn’t he? Oh, don’t worry – I can fix that too. Now you just keep a good grip on that little sword of yours, and keep watching…”

A small trail of drool was starting to drip down Jaune’s chin as he stared, the bouncing breasts still reflected in his wide eyes.

“Listen closely, little hero, watch hard~ Watch and stroke, stroke, stroke…” Stroke, stroke, stroke… “As my breasts go up, rub up…” Rub up… “And my breasts come down brush down…” Brush down… “Good boy~ Now watch…”

And then the show began, setting a steady rhythm. Her breasts bounced, and his cock twitched. Bounce bounce, twitch twitch. “There you go. Yes. You can feel it, can’t you honey? Feel my breasts wrapping around your small little sword… Feel them pump you up and down… Up and down… Feel them envelop your stiff little cock. So warm and soft…”

“Haaauhhh…” The blonde moaned, feeling every word slip inside his head, feeling those soft, warm, inviting, captivating tits wrapped around his cock, around his brain, and feeling so, so good…

“Now, my brave little hero, let’s make you big. Let’s give you those big strong muscles, that nice chiselled physique, and that thick, long, dick. Let’s buff you up and make you a real hero. That’s what you wanted, right? To be a big and manly hero? It’s time to grant your wish~”

Jaune’s only response was another heated moan, his hips bucking, dick thrusting as the fantasy he had been captured within stoked the flames of his lust higher and higher, the black oil dripping down his arms and legs as it spread out from the screen of his scroll. The dark aura enveloping his boy entirely, glowing around him like a comic book outline. The voice snickered.

“So let me pump that strength into you. Mmm, feel it, the power. Feel that strength, those muscles, flowing into you, building up within you, filling you up with every bounce – oh! But… Oh dear. There’s no room! You’re going to have to make some room…” The voice leaned closer. “You’re going to have to give something up. But that’s okay, right? Anything to become a hero~”

“Ah… Anything…” The young hunter repeated, his voice cracking with the strain of lust that flooded through him. The voice just laughed.

“Yes! So give up that mind of yours – your thoughts, your intelligence. Real heroes need strength, not brains… Mmm, yes. You can feel it. Feel those smarts of yours pump out, feel strength pump in. Breasts bounce up, smarts go out. Breasts bounce down, strength floods in! Can you feel it, little hero? Feel your brains trickling out, while my power trickles in?”

And he could feel it. He could feel as each pump on his cock made his head go fuzzy, made his body start to buzz with coiled strength. It was a small, building change – his already empty head growing smaller while his relaxed muscles grew tenser… But even in his trance, he could feel it…

“Yes, yes, I can see you feel it… So let’s speed this up.” In his empty eyes the boobs his gaze was locked on grew larger, dominating his vision, as though his face had been shoved into her cleavage. “Be a good boy now, let’s do this quick. Pour everything out, accept it all in. One!”

Her breasts bounced so hard his eyes almost rolled up in his head, and the hand on his cock followed the motion, firmly pumping his mind out and power in. The fuzz in his head grew thicker, into a sticky paste that slowed even the sensations of the world around him like they were caught in hot tar, while the muscles in his arms and chest began to swell.

“More, boy, more! Give me everything you have! Two!”

Another bounce, this one dropping so low that Jaune’s jaw dropped open, laying slack against his chest. Another surging pump, another burst of need and pleasure, pushing him closer and closer to the precipice. Another burst of his mind pushing out of his head, the sticky paste thickening into a sea of molasses, clogging everything his mind might focus on, even the words the guided his every move, while his shirt and jeans began to rip, a bulge starting to develop around his crotch.

“Ahaha! Yes! Nearly there now! Not so little now, hero – but you’re not finished yet!” The voice echoed loudly in his ears, though he couldn’t quite comprehend what it meant. That was okay though, because it started to speak slower, using smaller words. “Just one more, Hero. There’s a good boy. Just one more push. Watch, now, and cum! Cum your mind away! THREE!”

The almighty pale breasts shoved forward, mushing into his face, pressing so hard on him that he couldn’t even breathe – and he came, his cock exploding as he finally reached the climax of his journey, his essence shooting up in a stream as his brain fully thickened into muscle, and his clothes burst apart, ripped to shreds on his muscles, his towering shaft now so thick and long he’d need both hands to grasp it fully. His body swelled, gaining a foot in height, while muscles all over his body flexed as though he were a life long body builder. Power, power beyond any Jaune had ever had before, flowed through his every limb.

But as he sat there, drooling on his bare chest, his empty eyes staring forward, hand still mindlessly pumping up and down on his massive dick, it was quite clear that power had come at one hell of a cost.

“There you go,” the Voice laughed, the pale tits vanishing, red eyes staring at the mindless moron Jaune Arc had become with dark amusement. “One workout fit for a hero. No need to thank me. I hope Ozpin enjoys seeing what’s become of one of his student pawns. Ah, but why stop at one?” The eyes winked. “Don’t hog all that power to yourself, hero. Share with your friends. I’m sure they’ll enjoy it just as much as you did!”

The video stopped, the dark power leaking from the scroll vanishing. Now the screen just showed a normal finished video. Jaune blinked dumbly at it for a few moment, before dropping the device and moving his hand to join the other in tending to his cock, forgetting about it entirely. He just lay there, mindlessly masturbating in his bed, and there he would have remained, had someone not found him.

“Jaune? Are you in here?” An innocent red head asked as she opened the door to their joint room and walked in, scanning around to try to- “JAUNE!!!”

Mortified, Pyrrha’s jaw dropped, her hands shooting up to cover her eyes as she realised that her teammate was not only present, but that he was naked and very clearly enjoying himself in a very adult fashion. “What are you- I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- I- I… Jaune?”

Behind her face covering hands, Pyrrha blinked, her shock replaced with confusion. That was Jaune, she was sure, but didn’t he look… different? Really… Really different? He wasn’t just acting bizzarely, but he was also…

Concern warred with mortification. Part of her was worried for her partner, scared at the drastic change he’d undergone. And another part just wanted to back out of the room, pretend she’d never seen anything, book the next flight to Atlas under a fake name and spend the rest of her days living under an assumed identity so that she never had to deal with the consequences of this – whatever this was – again.

Concern won out. Slowly, she lowered her hands, peaking over her fingers. Yep. That was Jaune. A really… really muscly Jaune. W-wow, she’d known he was in good shape, but he was practically an Adonis now… And… was he taller? His hair seemed to have grown too… But it was still his face, she’d know his baby blue eyes anywhere, even if they were worryingly glazed right now, and his expression was so adorably dumb was worried he’d fried his brains on computer games all night again…

Then her fingers lowered further, and… Woah.

Pyrrha wasn’t entirely a prude. She was a restrained, well behaved girl, but the fact that she’d basically spent every second of her life since she’d met Jaune Arc in deep, deep thirst for him, the kind of thirst only a man who’s been jogging for two weeks in the hottest summer desert could ever understand, definitely indicated she had at least some kind of libido. She’d certainly had her share of fantasies, some very, very similar to what was happening to her right now.

But none of them had ever included a monster like that. She was certain that thing was new. She would have noticed if her partner was dragging one of those around between his legs. He would have tripped in their sparring sessions! And yet, as she watched now… It was definitely real. Would… would it even fit inside her if she…

N-no, Pyrrha, bad! No time for fantasies. Your partner is in trouble!

“J-Jaune…?” She asked again, hesitating for a second, and then approaching. “Jaune? Can you hear me?”

He didn’t answer – just grunting as he continued to drool and work his dick up and down. It was swaying under his exertions, and her green eyes couldn’t help but follow the head from side to side.

“Jaune, please, answer me. Can you tell me what happened? Can… Can you…” The red head blinked, her train of thought vanishing on the line. What had she been saying? Damnit, she’d gotten distracted. Her eyes continued to follow his cock, swinging left to right.

“J-Jaune,” she tried again. “I’m going to call a Professor, alright? I’m going to… Going to…”

Left… Right…

“I… I need… I need to…” Her mind was stumbling. She felt so hot all of a sudden. Her cheeks were flushed, her heart was racing. “I need…”

“Fuck!” Finally, at long last, Jaune Arc spoke – one of the few words he still knew, almost more of a grunt than speech.

“Fuck?” Pyrrha repeated, her brain derailed once again. She needed to fuck? That hadn’t been what she was about to say, was it? Though his dick did look pretty tempting, and she could feel herself starting to drip already-No!

She shook her head, closing her eyes. “No, Jaune, something is… Something is really wrong here. Please, let me… Let me put a blanket over you and we’ll…”

“Fuck!”

“No!” Her eyes opened wide – and immediately locked back on to his cockhead. Left… Right… “I… We mustn’t… We- we need to…”

“Fuck!” Jaune had a limited vocabulary now, but he was determined to use it to its fullest.

“We… need to fuck…?” This time Pyrrha sounded uncertain. She was pretty sure that wasn’t the right answer, but at the same time she couldn’t quite think her way around it. Every time she tried for some reason the image of his dick would sweep through her head and brush the forming thoughts away. Left… Right… “I don’t… We should…”

“Fuuuckkk!” The man groaned in pleasure, finally reaching his peak once again, his essence spurting from the mountain that was his dick like an erupting volcano. Pyrrha, far too captivated to think to protect herself, felt it rain down on her like warm rain.

Unnoticed, the droplets burned black as they touched her skin.

“We should… fuck…” She said, undeniably, inevitably captivated, feeling herself walking forward without ever really deciding to do so. “We… We need to fuck…”

“Fuck~”

“Yes… Fuck…” With every word her voice was growing weaker – as was the voice of protest in the back of her head. The voice that told her no, that this was a bad idea, that this was definitely and completely wrong, was smothered out by the dominating thought of that magnificent cock, a few traces of pitch black aura, and no small amount of her own buried lusts now finally allowed to taste the fruit they so desperately craved. “We’ll… fuck…”

Her panties hit the floor, already a sodden mess as she dropped them and her skirt, her sash clinging on at the waist because she couldn’t find the patience to remove it. She was already clambering onto the bed, her heels digging into the mattress as she positioned herself above the moronic man who she’d been crushing on for the past year – the man who was finally, finally looking at her, as if he recognised her – or her dripping slit – as something more than just his training partner.

“Fuck?” He asked, dumb blue eyes blinking.

“Fuck.” She nodded, her own vocabulary shrinking as every other word fell away into unimportance. Laying her hands on his well-muscled shoulders, the red head felt a passionate thrill chase through her at the intimate touch – and then she dropped her hips down, and impaled herself on the mammoth rod beneath her. “Oh FUCK!”

“Uhhh fuck~” Jaune giggled and grabbed the girl’s waist, adjusting her position and helping her bounce as pleasure exploded through her mind, ripping through thought and memory and care like a hot Milo through grimm butter! Oh! Oh! Oh, how could she have ever lived without this? Why would she ever want to do so again? This pleasure, this bliss? It was indescribable, it was-

He bounced her up and down, and another explosion went off behind her eyes.

- It was, like… so increbily awesome and she never ever ever wanted it to –

He bounced her again, his grunts of pleasure mingling with her cries of the same.

- ahhh… So nice… Fun… Fucking… Jaune… Pyrrha liked… -

A third bounce, as the two fell into completely synchronised rhytm, both riding one another in sexual harmony.

- … Liked… Pretty boy… Fucking… Good… Fuck… Suck… Fuck… Uhhh…

Unnoticed by either man or woman, Pyrrha’s armour was starting to strain. Pressure was starting to build up from inside it – until even the well treated garment just couldn’t take it anymore and split straight down the middle, the red head’s suddenly enlarged bust bursting out from within. Her hips were growing to, shredding what was left of her outfit as her ass inflated and her legs lengthened. Soon, all she was left in were her heels and her tiara, chains rattling as she blissfully bounced her brains and hunting careers away.

Then, with a final cry, both former hunters came, fluids gushing as Pyrrha kissed her mind goodbye, her brain solidifying into pure bimbo-grade muscle, her body turned into the perfect sexual compliment for her former partner. Exhausted, the pair slumped against one another, both drooling slightly, their gaze blank, their lusts sated…

… But only temporarily. It wouldn’t have been long before the two were once again fucking what was left of each other’s brains out… But someone else found them first.

“Hey, guys, have you seen Blake?” Yang strode into the dorm room like she owned the place, utterly unashamed. “I’ve been looking everywhere for- What the fuck happened to you two?”

Two pairs of dumb, lusty eyes settled upon the boisterous blonde, once set baby blue, the other emerald green. Behind them, there was only one thought. “Fuck?”

“Uh…” Yang blinked, only now starting to feel uncertain. And it was the strangest thing – her eyes kept getting pulled towards the massive cock swinging between Jaune’s legs, or over to Pyrrha’s bouncing bust. It was like she couldn’t look away. Confused, she said the only thing that came to mind in her punster’s brain. “Well fuck me.”

A request they’d gladly grant… It was one of the few words they knew, after all.