Look But Don't Touch (Artoria Lancer TGPOV) (Patreon)

(Cosplay story. I wanted to get this out before I continued the requests. Obligations are getting fulfilled)

‘Thanks so much! The key should be under the mat, and I want to remind you to wear gloves! It’s very important! I don’t want any of my accessories damaged. I’ll be back in about an hour so we can hang out.

You replied to Lila with a thumbs up and swiped at the welcome mat in front of the apartment door with your foot. Sure enough… you found the little bronze door key right underneath. 

“Alright… let’s do the damn thing.” You weren’t particularly excited about helping the girl you’d only recently met with housekeeping of all things, but doing something nice for such a hottie was probably a step in the right direction. 

You grabbed the key and reoriented the mat before sliding it effortlessly into the lock. The satisfying unlock was all you needed to turn the knob and slip through. Inside, you kicked off your shoes and climbed the stairs into her living room… which was littered with shit.

Not actual shit, but an absurd amount of… looking closer, you couldn’t really identify all the miscellaneous items that were strewn about in the open living room. Some were masks, pieces of foam armor, swords, ribbons, wigs… just an absolute hodge-podge of accessories. There was going to be a lot to pick up, but it looked like she had some sort of storage system on some shelving in the corner of the room, which you would figure out while you worked…

You sighed loudly and headed toward the kitchen, looking for the gloves Lila had said were under the sink. 

“Here they are…” 

You nabbed the box and donned the latex gloves, snapping them on like you were a doctor who was about to perform surgery. 

“Let’s get to work.” 

You moved quickly. There was a lot of stuff, but your system was simple. Wigs on the foam manikin heads, swords leaned up against a corner, small accessories in the bins—real easy stuff. It went much quicker than you thought it would, and in only a little over thirty minutes, you’d finished tidying up. You wiped the light sweat from your forehead and struggled to pull off the sticky latex gloves from your sweaty hands until they finally let go with a loud snap. 

“Ah. Finally done… Shit, one more thing,” You noticed it as soon as the gloves were off: A little spiky gold crown barely sticking out from under one of the living room chairs. Being the only remaining item, you disregarded the fact that you no longer had gloves on and went to snatch it from under the chair. 

“Yoink,” you nabbed one of the crown points between your two fingers and lifted it like a dirty sock, admiring how it glistened in the light and how Lila could make something look so lifelike even though you could tell it was made of foam. That’s when it went from between your fingers onto both your hands like you were cradling a precious pet, you weren’t a cosplayer, but the detail on the thing was amazing. 

The character who wore the thing had to be a total badass. 

Thoughts of powerful dudes with huge swords ran through your head, and it came naturally for you to self-insert as one of them, sitting on a throne in front of your subjects, fist under your chin and looking out over your throne room with a disinterested gaze. It was only seconds before the crown found itself on your head, fitting like it was meant for you. 

You sighed happily at its snug fit and walked excitedly to the bathroom to check yourself out.

“Oh yeah, looks good.”

You smiled and really got a good look at yourself in the mirror. The crown was even more impressive sitting on your head than you thought. It even felt more suited for you in the short walk that you took to the bathroom, glinting brighter and feeling heavier than it did when you’d first picked it up. The excitement you were feeling was euphoric, bouncing through your stomach and right into your cock. 

“Wow…” you caressed the tight bulge that formed in your pants. You never thought of yourself as a narcissist or someone that was exceptionally good-looking, but man did you look fucking good with that crown on your head. Your head purred, so… fucking… good… 

As if rewarded for your admiration, the hair on your head started to turn golden like the crown, slowly saturating every strand until your head was as regal as your headpiece. Your blonde hair was perfect, shiny, and full of volume. It came as no surprise that your cock strained your pants further as you looked at it, the bulge more defined as you admired yourself. Your dick felt so big locked behind the denim, screaming to be released as you did it that favor and unbuttoned your waistband… it looked bigger too, throbbing behind the thin fabric of your underwear, your proud kingly cock receiving a stroke from your hand as you felt strength pour into you. 

Your shirt was getting tighter with the muscles growing under it, stretching across your frame as the floor slowly got further away. 

“This is unbelievable, haha!”

You flexed your bicep in the mirror to see it ripple, your manliness increasing by the moment as you flopped your cock out and beheld the nine-inch thing below as you and your muscles grew. You didn’t understand what was happening, but you didn’t care either. All that mattered was looking as kingly and manly as possible, and that was exactly what you were experiencing as you ran your enlarging hand across your ten-inch shaft, your pecs stuffing your shirt as your shoulders grew broader. 

It was linked to your cock, the rising pleasure pushing your manliness to the next level as your abdominals sprung up and multiplied. You had to be at least 6’7 by now, your shirt about ready to burst as you stroked your footlong cock more furiously to claim further results. 

“HAHA, NUGHHHHH.. C’MON JUST A LITTLE MORE!” Even your voice had taken on a kingly roar, a bead of sweat rolling down your face as your feet broke through your shoes, your cock twitching as pre-cum drooled from its tip. Deep in your mind, you knew that cumming would be the clincher, the thing that would cement your new appearance as you quickened your pace. Your manly huffs were constant, a deep hearty laugh building in your strong muscly chest as your balls and cock tensed under your stroking. “HA HA HA HA FUCK YEAAAAAAAH NUHHHHHHHHHHH~” 

Your cock flexed before expelling a burst of your seed onto the floor under you, CRACK, your cock drooling cum as the pleasure radiated through your strong body and left it tingling and… strangely weak. It was impossible not to notice that the load that you released made your cock flex so hard it let out a jarring crack and felt strangely off in your hand. It wasn’t completely unusual that your dick would feel a little smaller after orgasm, so you just brushed it off and celebrated in your now cemented form in the mirror by weakly flexing your strong bicep. You started to pant as the tingling from earlier danced over your skin and dick, feeling like it was stroking you like a river that came to a head at your member below as another orgasm suddenly built. 

“WHA?!- UHHHHNNNN~” 

You moaned loudly as another thick spurt of cum was stroked out of your tip, your body reacting viscerally as your spine let out a loud crack and dropped you down a floor, your shoulders grinding a tad narrower and your muscles deflating some as part of your manliness emptied from your spigot of a cock which also sunk further into your groin.

“WHAT? WHAT THE Hell is gohhhhing ohhhhhn~” 

Your booming voice faded to something more familiar as another wave of pleasure rode your skin, massaging your body’s strength away as it caressed you, hard muscle diminishing by the second as your tight and stretched-out clothes grew looser. You were losing it all! The body you were so proud of, the strength, the manliness– all starting to fade as your still-defined muscles became less so, your third climax building as your hand shrunk around an only 7-inch cock. 

Your mind reeled as you grit your teeth at the mounting pressure on your cock and spine. How were you supposed to be a powerful king if your body didn’t look anything like one!?

“Ahhhhhhhhnn~” 

CRUNCH 

CRACK 

SPUUUuuuurt

  Your height fell further as another spray of cum made your grape-sized balls shrivel, pulling tight against your groin as the fluid dripping from your dick started to run thin. Your muscles throbbed in time with your cock, pulsating with the pounding heart in your chest as they flexed hard before they disappeared from sight, sinking into softening skin as your hips bucked with the aftershocks of your pleasure. Your stretched shirt was completely loose and your visage was even less manly than it had been before you’d hulked out. You ran two fingers along your small 3-inch shaft, the thing still hard and quivering as you looked needily into the mirror and saw your golden crown and still equally golden hair. Despite everything you’d lost you found some solace in still having such a kingly blonde mane of hair still on your head… so silky and perfect… 

“Haaaaaaaaahh~ N-not a-another~”

You leaned over the sink as more tingles traced your body, your legs already shaking as invisible fingers caressed your entirety, the caress becoming a poke at your sides and lower back as your waist curved in tight and your lower back creaked forward. You weakly moaned an expletive as your junk jumped up and crinkled, puckering against your groin so tight it made your toes curl and pop. You didn’t understand what was happening, what kind of punishment was this? What kind of twisted object gives you the power of a king and then strips it away in this fashion, what was the purpose?!

Godhood 

The word announced itself in your head like an otherworldly being as your body shivered as your third orgasm rocked it, your hips bucking easily with the arch in your back as your cum ran clear, leaking out of your tip as your cock contracted at its base. Three inches became two with the first flex, one of your spent and withered testicles slipping up into you with your shrinking penis’ diminishing length. 

Godhood? “Ahhhhhhhhnnn~” Your second ball slid inside as the word echoed in your head and made your groin heat up, your flattening sac folding hotly as it split open into moist lips, a second contraction jolting your cock another inch shorter. You couldn’t help but look down at the red little throbbing head attached to your short lance, your arched back stuck forward in pleasure as the little thing leaked what cum it still had. Your waiting lips twitched below, slick lubricant starting to run down your thighs as humility made you moan and your face stretch into a lewd smile. Godhood felt soooo good… 

“Ohahhhhhhhhh~” Your feet arched off the ground and your calves gyrated behind your shins as your one-inch cock throbbed smaller by the second, centimeters coming off slowly but surely as your legs underwent changes of their own. Knees bounced and narrowed with your swelling calves while your hips built up pressure, starting to spread apart with gentle crunches pushing against your underwear's waistband.

“Ah~” 

It wasn’t just your lower body. Your hands that gripped the sink twitched and moved, slimming against the cold porcelain with long, elegant nails that came to sharp points above your dainty, divine fingers. You couldn’t help but moan as that spreading godly sight squeezed your arms and frame together, crushing your body shapely and small, all that previous bulk not needed for a god of the highest caliber. The only bulk you needed was something that commanded attention– not muscles, but…

*PLINK* PLINK*

Your nipples sprung up and engorged themselves on the godliness that was flowing into your body, turning bright pink and sensitive as they thrust against the folds of your loose shirt. This was so much better than being a king! The way the little nubs sent electricity to your equally nubby cock making it jump and worm around like it was about to pull its way into the slimy lips between your legs! 

“Oahhhh ahhh~ fuaaaaahhhhhkkkk!~” Your voice tripped into your thinning neck as your cock imploded, inverting itself between your legs so erotically that it made your hips wriggle when it did, a final fucking from your little member as your face started to break and twist, your lips puckering to plump and pink sensual pillows over a jostling jaw that took on a godly roundness, your blonde mane cascading down your head in long golden tresses, sliding past your cheeks and down your shoulders as your plump lips smacked and drooled while your inverted cock drilled a tunnel into your lower abdomen. Your hips snapped as it did, the left side thrown wide as the right bulldozed out in three quick bursts to keep up. You were becoming one with divinity, your visage plumping and curving beautifully as eyelashes grew long and dark while eyebrows slinked thin, you were godly, far above any king… 

The pleasure your body was bringing you was leagues above the kingly orgasms it took to get there, and you knew there was more to come. Your fingers pinched and prodded at your puffy pink nubs, each little pinch making the flesh behind them bounce and distend, the lipids forcing your expanding bosom to grow more weighty by the moment with each pleasurable dig from your dutiful fingers.

“Ohhhhhh ahhhhh~ Gahhhhdhood whhhhiiiill beeeee maiiiiiiiiinnn!” 

You weren’t going to stop, your groping forcing a constant flow of jiggle to grow your tits rounder and fatter, B-cups bouncing to C’s, their jostle as you hefted them together causing a heavy moan to leave your throat as your nipples were like caps on water balloons that just kept on filling, impossible to contain in such small hands as they stretched your shirt to the limit, the weak fabric unable to restrict their constant growth as the massive orbs tore and bounced free of the frail clothing. 

“Gahhhhhds Yeeeeeaaaasss~OHhhhhhh~KYAAAAAA!”

You clenched your legs together as a splattering of girly cum hit your underwear your thighs reacting viscerally as you felt them fill like a pair of sausage sleeves bunching with so much meat that each little twitch you made while cumming made them jiggle. The expletives that flowed from your lips were completely natural as with nowhere else to go the pleasurable flow of fat pouring into your legs began to swell your ass, one buttcheek suddenly bulging unevenly from the other as it squished and stretched your underwear, the other racing to catch up as your plush ass swelled out of the confines of your underwear, forcing it to wedge between your peach as you moaned and grabbed at your ass.

Your soft tits knocked against each other as you kneaded your heavenly ass, your face stuck in a pleasure-stricken smile as you admired the sorry state your mortal clothes were put in trying to contain such a godly body. 

The clothes were simply not fitting for a god of your caliber, but something told you that would change… You felt them rustling, the loose fabric whimpering on your form as they began to restitch and change. Every article turned a royal blue, most of it gaining an accent of gold as it swarmed and stretched across your body, your underwear sliding tightly betwixt your legs and ass as it merged with your reforming blue shirt that was wrapping around your breasts in such a way that it left a massive breast window so your subjects could admire your divinity. Your fingers twitched as the fabric slid over them, its silky touch erotic as it completely swallowed your arms up to your biceps. 

“Haaaaa…” 

You breathed a sigh of relief as you twisted in the mirror, your breasts wobbling in the tight confines of your blue onesie as you took a dignified stance and stared into eyes that shined green. 

“Hmmmm?”

The rustle of noise from outside the bathroom made you exit without a second thought, your dignified steps bringing you before the girl who made you slave over her household, which admittedly made you a million times better than you were. She looked at you with awe as you stood before her, stunned by your beauty and poise no doubt, her face stuck that expression as you announced yourself. 

“I see you’ve been stunned by my presence. Do not be ashamed; as a goddess, your stares do not bother me. Feel free to look as much as you like, but please refrain from getting too close.”