Ichigo's Book Ends (FemIchigo) (Patreon)

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Ichigo frowned as he thought about what to do now his training with Xcution was finished for the day. His body ached in pain, but he was happy with the results. Things were looking up again. He no longer needed to stand on the sidelines.

“I got to get stronger. If I’m going to protect the others from Tsukishima and Hollows, I gotta keep upping my training.”

Everything he had learned about Tsukishima painted an ugly picture. The powers he had would have made him a threat to anyone. His hand tightened around the badge. For the first time in a long while, he wasn't locked out of the loop.

“Now I can protect all of them again.”

Ichigo saw a figure standing off to the side, leaning against a wall. In their hands was a book. The figure turned to him, and Ichigo went, still recognizing who it was. “Tsukishima!”

“Hello Ichigo Kurosaki, it’s good to see you.” Tsukishima pulled out his bookmark, and it transformed into a katana with a bookmarked-shaped guard.

Ichigo pulled out his Substitute Badge. Dark reiatsu formed around his body as he tried to will himself ready for a fight. His Fullbring formed around his body. He drew his sword and readied himself a clash. He zoomed forward, aiming for Tsukishima’s head. However, Tsukishima blocked the blow with ease and went to counter it.

Their weapons bounced off each other. Both of them tried to gain an advantage, but neither could gain the foothold they needed to gain the upper hand. Finally, the two broke apart, and Ichigo raised his sword.

“Getsuga Tensho!” Ichigo sent out a beam of energy at Tsukishima, who smirked at its approach.

Tsukishima brought his sword down, destroying the energy attack with little issue. The strength of his swing and the explosion of energy sent out a gust of wind.

Ichigo was forced to cover his eyes. When the winds died, he opened them and saw Tsukihima before him. He moved to step back as he braced himself to block an attack. However, a sharp pain erupted from his stomach. He looked down and saw Tsukishima’s blade piercing his stomach. Tsukishima smirked and pulled his sword out of Ichigo's stomach.

“And with that, everything will be decided.”

Ichigo’s hand rushed to where he had been stabbed, but there was no wound. Even his clothes lacked a hole that showed he had been injured. "What the hell?"

Ichigo gasped as his body felt off. Reiatsu surrounded his body. He glared at him, ignoring the pain and power through his body. A gnawing sensation filled his head, but he forced it off. His breathing picked up as he readied himself to go on the offensive. To his shock, Tsukushima backed away, his posture relaxed and his sword lower.

“Hey why the hell are you backing away?”

“There is nothing else that needs to be done, Ichigo. This fight is over now. We can end things now.”

“As if! Not after all the crap you have done!”

Ichigo charged at him again, putting everything he had into his attacks. Their blades clashed against each other, but Tsukishima did not go on the offensive, even when he had made Ichigo stumble. The only thing he focused on was defending himself from Ichigo’s attacks. Tsukishima smacked him with his sword's flat side and then put more distance between them.

Ichigo growled. “What trick did you pull?”

Tsukishima smiled. “Now why should I tell you what had happened now? I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out. At least, before your memories change.”

“You think I’m going to let it get to that point?”

Again Ichigo rushed at Tsukishima. Once more, he put everything he had into his attacks. Every open angle, anything he could use to push his advantage or try to take him by surprise, he did. Still, no matter what Ichigo tried, Tsukishima repelled it with ease.

“There is no need for this fight to go on any further. Now it has finally come to an end. Relax Ichigo, and simply enjoy yourself.”

Ichigo breathed out and took a moment to catch his breath. His lungs burned, and his muscles ached. He stared at Tsukishima, who just stood there patiently. His clothes were just as neat as when the fight first began. The smile he had on his face remained.

Ichigo raised his katana again. “Let’s see how you like it when I wipe that stupid smile off your face!”

Before Ichigo could try again, his stomach gurgled. He groaned, and he held his gut. The noises from his stomach got louder, and he shook his head. A brief bit of nausea came over him. His cheeks puffed up as if he was about to spew its contents.

Ichigo’s stomach softened. All of the power there he had gained over the years from the various training exercises diminished. Not even an outline of the hard-earned muscles he had remained. Gone was any sense of his defined abs, and in their place was a tight trim flat as a board stomach.

Ichigo ran his hands over his flat gut. He frowned at the lack of muscle. His fingers pressed into it but hardly moved. He recalled them always like this.

More memories filled his mind, making his head throb. He tried to shove them aside, but they kept rushing forward, despite his best efforts.

“What’s the matter Ichigo Kurosaki? Are you having any trouble? If you need a moment to relax then we can stop now. We could stop and grab a drink or hit up a restaurant if you want. I am feeling a little peckish myself.”

“You expect me to believe that when you attack me out in the open like this? Ginjo told me everything about your powers, and I know that no matter what, it's just something you did to me.”

Tsukishima's smile brightened. “What makes you think Ginjo knows everything about me? There is another aspect of my powers that I discovered that he doesn’t know about.”

Ichigo froze. ‘Is he telling the truth? He has to be lying, but what if he’s telling the truth?’

Too many possibilities rushed forward if he was telling the truth. All of the knowledge he had learned about Fullbrings came forward. ‘Gingo never said anything about Fullbrings have another ability. Could Gingo have already been hit by his Fullbring? Could it be something like a Bankai, or did he learn something new about his powers?’

Ichigo exhaled and resolved himself. His grip on his weapon tightened. “Then whatever it is, I’ll stop you before it finishes whatever it does.”

Ichigo was about to go on the offensive again but groaned as he could feel the sides of his waist dig in. Again he tried to fight the sensations coming through his body, but it only worsened with every second. He ran his hands down the sides of his body, trying to ease the pain he felt from them.

His waist kept getting smaller with every second that passed. It was as if someone had grabbed him in a bear hug and tried to break his spine. Stars entered his vision as he struggled to recover. A cracking noise came from his core. His eyes watered as the intense hug his waist going through intensified. He pulled on them, trying to stretch them back out. He tried to fill his lungs with precious air, but no matter how hard he inhaled, it felt like he was only getting a short breath. It finally finished shrinking when it had become a tiny trim waist that would have rivaled Rangiku’s with how much smaller it was.

The moment it finished shrinking, the pain and tightness on Ichigo’s body ceased. He filled his lungs with air, alleviating the burden on his body as much as possible. It was all he could think to do as he placed his hand on his chest and pulled every trick he could to fill them with air. When his breathing finally came under control, he noticed his altered midsection and froze.

“What the hell is this? Is this supposed to stop me, you bastard?”

“This is but the beginning of what will happen to you. Tell me Ichigo, does it feel strange for your waist to be as small as it is now?”

“Of course it is!” Ichigo screamed and then grimaced at how wrong his words felt after doing so. Despite knowing this was a recent change, a part of him still believed he always had a waist this thin, even if there was no way a guy should have one like this.

“You seem unsure Ichigo. If you would like some time to think it over then we could go to a nearby bookstore and relax.”

“As if! I don’t know what else will be happening because of this! But I’m willing to bet taking you out will fix things!”

“Considering how our recent bouts have been, I must ask, do you truly think you can win?” Tsukishima raised his sword.

“Just watch me!”

Again their blades clashed. Throughout the fight, Tsukishima’s smile remained. His smile seemed more at ease. There was a playfulness in his eyes as the glee in them grew.

“You think you’re going to win if you just stand there doing nothing? I know there’s something wrong here, which means your power isn’t working on me like it should so why are you smiling like that?”

Tsukshima laughed. “I am simply eager for this training session of ours to finish.”

“Training session?” Ichigo balked. Again memories came forward of the two of them deciding to train together dozens of times, especially in preparation for their big battles. It was harder for him to put them aside, but he shoved those thoughts to the back of his mind and focused on the now. “This isn’t a training session. This is a fight.”

“Aren’t training sessions just a fight without the intention to kill?”

“Will see if you’re still smiling when I’m done kicking your ass!”

Again, the two traded blows, trying to gain an advantage over the other. Tsukishima parried and dodged Ichigo's blows with indifferent ease. Ichigo growled as his frustration grew. The two locked blades. Ichigo glared at Tsukishima, who stared at him with the same calm smile.

Tsukishima twisted his wrist and then smacked Ichigo’s legs. Ichigo gasped as if a sledgehammer had been taken to his legs. Pops came from them, and he swore he could feel the bones in them shatter.

Ichigo stumbled, his legs tingled, quivering. Cracking noises came from them that earned a small groan from him. He tried to stand up straight, but his legs trembled as if he was in a freezing tundra. Ichigo wanted to get himself into the air, but the control over his Reiatsu had been shot.

“What’s wrong with me?”

Tsukishima rushed forward and swung his sword. Ichigo raised his sword to block, but with how awful his footing was, Tsukishima overpowered him. Ichigo was tumbling back from the blow. He skidded across the ground. The katana in his hand disappeared as his Fullbring dissipated.

Sweat poured down Ichigo’s frame as if he were standing before a raging inferno. Ichigo called upon his power again. The badge glowed around the edges of it, just like when he had been training to use his powers. However, this time they remained inert.

Ichigo noticed his hands were changing next. His nails which he had paid little thought to, gained a refined edge. Some of the meat on his fingers disappeared, almost as if they were decaying away. A light splash of nail polish appeared on them, further adding the sense of refinement they had. The calluses he had gained from years of training to protect those he loved softened. He pressed down on the altering flesh and felt softer, smoother skin in its place. A cracking noise came from his hands as they altered. His fingers finished changing when they had become dainty feminine digits that he had no right belonging.

The altered fingers captured Ichigo’s attention. He pulled on them and tried to make sense of them. The softer flesh made him recoil as if a Hollow had grabbed him. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to make sense of it. He shuddered, unable to stop studying them, and curled his fingers one by one, testing them.

All of the muscles in his arms diminished as they gained the same sleek, toned look. He pressed down and pulled on them, trying to bring them back to their original size, but no matter how hard he pulled, they refused to return. His biceps which had earned a defined power over the years, softened slightly. Thankfully their power remained despite their now diminutive size.

A slight pop came from his shoulders as their girth diminished, giving his upper body a rounder appearance. Ichigo reached, his fingers brushing against his shoulder blades. A slight pleasing warmth came from them that put him at ease.

Tsukishima chuckled. “It would seem despite the change in your past, it has done little to alter your physique. Nevertheless, I’m happy with how you are coming along.”

“My past? What are you talking about?” Ichigo forced himself to stand. He continued to hold his badge, trying to make it work so he could continue the fight.

“A brief explanation couldn’t hurt I suppose. I had been experimenting with my Fullbring and discovered that I could do more than implant memories. By pouring more power and focusing harder on what I want, I could alter the individual I cut to my wishes. This method takes longer and requires a large amount of energy, but I think no one could argue with the results."

Ichigo struggled to get off the ground. All of the strength he had in his lower body vanished. His legs wobbled as he moved to rise, but he couldn’t even get a proper footing to stand, despite the level, flat floor.

“Just relax Ichigo. There is no need to push yourself so hard.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Ichigo tried to launch himself at Tsukishima, but all he did was go a few inches forward.

His toes curled. Faint cracks came from them as they compressed. His shoes loosened around his feet. The glare Ichigo had struggled to remain as his eyes twitched. His lips quivered and moved from side to side. His feet curled on themselves and lost a third of their size. Even though his shoes, Ichigo knew they had become petite womanly feet that contrasted heavily with the rest of his frame.

“If you would like to look at your feet Ichigo I wouldn’t stop you.”

Ichigo brought one of his feet up and frowned at the elegant toes he could feel underneath. "Damn it."

“You can take your shoes off if you want, that way you can see how much they have changed.”

Ichigo shuddered as his lower legs transformed next. A shock went through them as his muscles tightened. A Charlie horse went through his legs, making his hands ball into fists. Pins and needles sensations assaulted his legs. All of the brawn he had compressed into a sleeker appearance while maintaining their power. The attacking feelings passed when his calves became the defined, trimmed claves that would have fit perfectly on a runner.

Without even a moment’s respite for him, Ichigo’s thighs swelled. His jeans tightened around his body. The hem of his pants dug into his body as they swelled larger. He groaned and pulled on them, trying to loosen them, but the tightness returned mere seconds later. Ichigo gaped at how different his pants looked on his body now. With how much his legs had changed and how large his thighs had become, they made his pants look like skinny jeans.

Tsukishima cupped his chin. “Such lovely legs. I must admit I am astounded by how well my Fullbring works.”

“Hey! I earned these legs from taking good care of myself and all of the fighting I have been pulled into!” Ichigo blinked as those words registered in his head. Memories rushed forward again. Years of running and performing various exercises with Tatsuki came forward. “Wait!”

Ichigo groaned as a sudden surge went through his hips. It was as if someone had stabbed their sharp nails into his hips and dragged them across his lower body. The pain there kept getting worse, increasing as if someone was twisting their digits, pushing them further in. A soft hiss escaped Ichigo's mouth despite his efforts. Yet he stared in defiance of Tsukishima, trying to resist the pain going through them. His hands dug into the palm of his hands. He could feel them getting worse. Finally, the pain reached a new plateau, and the moment they did, it began widening.

Again the tightness of his pants intensified. He struggled to contain himself. The seam of his pants dug between his cheeks. A slight thrill went through his body as the back of his pants tightened further and pressed down on his expanding curves. His breathing picked up, and he struggled to keep the flush on his face from growing more prominent. They kept widening with every second that passed. The zipper on his pants struggled to remain and caressed his member, fueling his lustful needs. His pants button dug against his stomach like someone was pressing down on it, making him wince.

Thankfully it ceased moments later, yet Ichigo’s frown deepened further at the sight of them. Broad striking hips that were almost as wide as his shoulders greeted him. They would have made it impossible for him to go anywhere without having a delightful hypnotic sway to them. No matter what he wore, the broadness of his hips would have been evident to all.

“Lovely. I’m sure everyone has been admiring how you walked with those wonderful hips.”

‘He’s right there.’ Ichigo frowned. Again memories rushed forward of how people had stopped and stared at him as he walked ever since he had gotten them. He brought attention to it no matter how hard he tried to stop swinging his butt around.

Tsukishima cupped Ichigo’s chin. Ichigo wanted to lash out, but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to act on his impulses. His fingers tightened, and he gulped as if Rangiku was exposing her cleavage. Tsukishima’s smile brightened and looked more authentic. “You truly are such a beauty, Ichigo.”

Ichigo’s face darkened immensely at the compliment, and his anger was dispelled. For a moment, all he could do was babble mindlessly as he opened and closed his mouth. Again he tried to move his body, but he could only sit there, his body locked up. Despite the situation, his eyes were locked on Tsukishima's unable to tear himself away.

Again memories ran to the forefront of his mind. Events of what people had thought of him and their various first impressions. Teachers who questioned why he was wearing the boy’s uniform instead of the girl's came forward, and his response after. All of the looks he gained from boys over the years who had fallen in love with his feminine appearance before they learned the truth. Even Keigo had been enraptured when they first met and thought he was a girl too. It wasn't until he saw him in the boy’s locker room they realized he was a boy.

Ichigo’s face burned as his skull shifted. The hardened features softened as his cheekbones rose higher. A crack came from his nose as if his nostrils shrank. His lips swelled, filling with pleasant plumpness as they gained a slight redness. Gone was the face of a young man, and its place was that of a mature beauty to rival the likes of Yoruichi and Rangiku with exceptional ease.

Ichigo ran his hands down his altered cheeks, unsure what to make of them. Even though he couldn’t see them, he knew they were reminiscent of his mother’s.

“You truly are a beauty Ichigo. And with such fine hair, you certainly had many admirers, I’m sure.”

Ichigo’s orange hair exploded behind him. It flowed down his body, tickling him as it did. His growing hair tickled the tips of his ears as it moved and traveled further down. A healthier shine appeared in it as it got fuller. He ran his hands over it and shuddered as the softer, fluffier hair tickled the back of his neck. It was almost as if someone gently caressed his back as it traveled. Yet, despite it all, he relaxed as it did, as if someone was holding him. A figure entered his mind, but he couldn’t identify their features, yet the mere image was enough to make him relax. His hair brushed against his back as it moved down; its growth stalled when it reached his mid-back.

Ichigo grabbed some of the longer locks and moved them away from Tsukishima while the rest of her hair moved and styled itself into a ponytail. He held it as if it was precious gold that Tsukishima might steal if he let go of it. The full fluffy locks calmed the anxiety gnawing at his heart like a security blanket.

“I just…I like my hair long. There is nothing wrong with that!” Again it had earned her some looks and only added further to her feminine appeal, but she liked having it long. She brushed the hair by her cheeks behind her ears to regain control while playing with some loose locks.

Tsukishima chuckled. “Of course there isn’t Ichigo. You’re free to wear your hair anyway you would like. It's such a lovely shade of hair, and with its length I’m sure it caught the attention of everyone around you.”

A blush adorned Ichigo’s face. He tried to fight the smile that wanted to come out, but in the end, it did. Suddenly, his true memories rushed forward and broke through the glee and embarrassment he had.

“No!” Ichigo slapped himself, trying to gain control. Then, the onslaught on his mind ceased, and he could think clearly.

Tsukishima frowned. “You shouldn’t hit yourself like that. Its a sin to hurt a beauty such as you. I would rather you never hurt yourself again.”

Again, Ichigo’s mind stalled, unable to fully process his words. Shame welled in his breast at the mere thought. The frown on his face made him look like a wounded gazelle.

‘I can’t believe I made him look so-’

Ichigo caught himself and remembered what the actual situation was.

He wanted to slap himself again, but Tsukishima’s words stopped him.

The figure in his mind which made him feel so much better and safer flashed in his mind. Their features were a bit clearer but were still overlaid with an intense fog that prevented him from figuring out who they were.

“Get away from me!” Ichigo stepped back. He gripped the badge tighter, trying to activate his Fullbring, but it wouldn’t answer his call. “C’mon! Work dammit!”

A sharp pain shot through his crotch as if someone had punched him in the dick with a spiked iron gauntlet. The pain worsened as if someone was twisting and pushing harder on his throbbing rod. His member trailed against his thighs, making him painfully aware of every centimeter lost as it retreated into his body. His other hand went down, and he instantly regretted it as if he had just taken a kick to the balls. A low wet slurp came from him.

“Careful Ichigo.”

Tsukshima rushed forward and grabbed Ichigo, holding him in place as Ichigo spasmed in delight. His balls trailed against his thighs, making their way closer to his aching hole as if they were chasing after her member. Finally, they entered her new hole, and she screeched in glee.

She swayed from side to side. The pleasing euphoria that went through her body soothed her mind and weakened. She rested her head against his defined chest, and her agony and dismay softened. The warmth Tsukishima radiated put her at ease despite everything that had happened.

Ichigo nuzzled against him, almost like a cat. Her hands balled, the muscles hidden underneath his shirt, making her smile.

‘Everytime we’re like this, I feel so….Good.’ Memories of Tsukishima came forward, the two of them together. Him helping her with her homework. All the fighting they had done to save Rukia and Orihime. She couldn't have asked for anyone better to be with her. ‘If it wasn’t for him, then I wouldn’t have gotten as far as I did.’

Ichigo groaned, her throat burning. It worsened further as it got dryer. It was as if someone was clawing at her throat. She winced, the slight groan coming out higher in pitch than she had ever heard herself. Suddenly the pain there passed, and she let out a husky tenor moan as her Adam’s apple disappeared.

“I love holding you like this.”

Ichigo shuddered as Tsukishima’s hands went lower. His hands traced the curve of her bum. Her first instinct was to shove him away, but then she remembered she was in Tsukishima’s arms and restrained herself. His hand kept getting lower, and she shivered slightly. Her teeth dug into her lips as her hands curled around his shirt.

Another bolt went through her, but his hands remained where they were. She clenched her butt cheeks as if something had slipped between her flat cheeks. Her breathing picked up. She turned her head, and her face darkened.

To Ichigo’s shock, her hindquarters were swelling. Her ballooning booty strained the back of her pants as they grew. The hemline of her pants dug into her body. Her pants legs felt like they were serene wrap trying to dig into her body with how much tighter they were getting. The shape of her buttocks became more prominent as her gluteus maximus pushed against her pants. Her zipper and underwear rode her buttocks and vagina tighter. The growth of her rear slowed and finished growing into an immense thick rear end that someone could have used as a shelf. She gently poked and prodded it, and it felt like she was pushing against a pair of footballs with how firm and broad they were becoming.

Tsukishima grabbed one of her cheeks, caressing the growing curve. He squeezed and noticed the ever-increasing tone in it. His fingers were pushed further away, and he pressed harder to compensate. He opened and closed his hands in a rhythmic pattern, making her cling to him as if he was a lifeline.

“S-Shima!” Ichigo moaned.

Tsukishima laughed. “If you want me to stop, then all you have to do is tell me to.”

“Someone might see!”

“Is that such a bad thing?”

Ichigo’s mind scrambled, trying to think of anything she could say to make this end, but every excuse she might have had was ruthlessly shot down. Her thighs moved closer together as her blush darkened further. ‘Why does he got to be so damn handsome and make me feel like this?’

“I love your butt.”

“You shouldn’t just say something like that Shima! Especially when we're in public!”

Tsukishima laughed. He moved a lock of hair out of her face. “You’re so cute when you’re all flustered like that.”

“....” Ichigo looked away, trying to hide her embarrassment.

Tsukishima felt something soft pushing against his body. He looked down at Ichigo's chest and saw two defined points poking through Ichigo’s shirt. They became more prominent as the outline of small but perky breasts formed. He smiled at the sight of small little lumps forming on her chest.

They kept getting bigger, pulling her body down. Ichigo groaned. She blinked at the sudden weight and rolled her shoulders. She stood up straighter, but her bust kept pulling her down no matter how hard she tried. A grin formed as pleasurable bolts kept surging through her body. Fair cleavage poked through her shirt. Her top smushed her bust as they strained against it. Waves of pleasure came from her milkers, which made her whimper as if Tsukishima was playing with her enhancing bosom. She panted and pushed herself against him, yet her boobs pushed her away from him like a pair of airbags. Their growth finally stopped when they became a massive H-cup that easily rivaled soccer balls.

Tsukishima smiled. Ichigo's new breasts had grown to rival Orihime’s massive bustline. One of his hands sneaked up her body and grabbed one of her knockers. A lurid moan from Ichigo made him hard as a rock down below. The giant breast far eclipsed his hand, yet he continued to play with it. He couldn’t stop massaging her soft tit like an enormous stress ball.

Ichigo blinked and gasped. The figure in her memories was now visible as if she was looking at a painting. This feeling that went through her body as if she had stepped into paradise grew every second and assaulted her mind without end. “Tsukishima it…It was you!”

Tsukishima kissed her on the lips, and for a moment, her eyes widened. A squeal was all Ichigo could do. For a moment, panic went through her body before she relaxed in his arms and returned the affection. She pressed her body against his, enjoying the warmth his body radiated.

As they hugged each other, her clothes morphed. The ill-fitting clothes lengthened in certain places while shortened in others. A cut appeared down the center of her shirt, allowing a slight dip of her cleavage to be seen, and did nothing to hide her giant knockers. It merged with the top of her pants while her pants leg turned black. The black pants legs merged into the bottom half of a dress, as a cut appeared on the sides, exposing her deliciously supple thighs.

Tsukishima broke the hug but tenderly held her hand. “Perfect. Now then are you ready for our date?”

“Shima…what are you?”

“Are you alright? Are you still a little dazed from our training session?”

“Right, sorry, just a little frazzled and lost in throat it all.”

“Not a problem. And you didn’t answer my question. Are you ready for our date?”

“Of course!” Ichigo grabbed his arm and let him lead her. She smiled gleefully. ‘Maybe tonight we’ll even take the next big step…Though got to worry about dad and the girls. That old goat will murder Shima if he learns we had sex.’