American Girl(P5 Ren Americanization TG RC) (Patreon)

Ren Amamiya could only shake his head at the sorry sight in front of him, Mishima and Ryuji striking out enough to pitch a no hitter as they tried to get the number of any passing babe. As a graduation gift they had all opted for an American Vacation, though why Ryuji thought he'd become a social butterfly when his English scores were usually his worst Ren had no idea. Mishima was doing a bit better but he had that kind of puppy dog over earnestness and clearly wasn't used to the fuller figures on display, so when Ren walked in between them and started walking with the girl, the two guys could only watch mystified as it barely even took him two minutes before he returned with a card, her number scribbled down next to a smear of lipstick and the words "From Your Dream American Girl"

"I believe you wanted this."

Ren could barely hide his smirk at their stunned faces, Ryuji the first to freak out.

"WHAT?! HOW THE HELL'D YOU GET THAT COMPLETE BABE?!"

It was made more confusing by his bizarre choice to bring a joke hoodie Futaba had gotten at a novelty store over his swim trunks, Ryuji unable to comprehend how any woman could give her number to a guy wearing a cat hoodie. Then again both of them knew how gaga most of the girls were for him including one of the teachers so maybe it shouldn't be surprising.

"Just talked with her. Nothing special. Now does anyone need anything? I'm going to get something to drink and then maybe we can enjoy the beach now that you've got your number."

Both of them were still left wordless, clutching the card with almost holy reverence as he shrugged and walked off, Mishima wondering what he did wrong and Ryuji still unsure how anyone could snag a babe while looking like such a nerd.

"Gotta be one of those compartmentility things."

"I think you mean compatibility Ryuji-"

"Yeah yeah that! The only way..."

The two virgins were both blushing at the card as if it was something indecent, some of the fun lost by just having it given to them like this. It only made their own subpar performance feel all the more grating. Ryuji was the first to grumble out, "I mean we could do better..."

"I'm not sure, all these Americans are so much... fuller than I'm used to. She was certainly stunning and I don't think we have to denigrate her just to make ourselves-"

"Well what'd your dream girl be? Cause right now I'd rather have some sexy babe keeping us company than the ultimate playboy."

"It would be nice if we had gotten the number ourselves. That nice bit of intimacy in knowing they gave it happily to you, but that's just..."

"C'mon man keep dreaming! Knowing the crap that happens around us I bet our dream girl'll plop out of the sky!"

It was clearly meant to be a joke, but the two horny idiots didn't notice the card in their hands glowing as their subconscious desires and frustrations poured into the enticing note, the handwriting shifting to a familiar number as lust flowed like a conduit into the source of their frustration.

Ren was happy to be in line when the dizziness struck, assuming he needed more water. He tugged the hood part up a bit, trying to block the heat swarming over him, unaware it was coming from inside as a discomforting but painless warmth danced over his skin. He hoped he wouldn't be on the line too long. After all he was sure Mishima was feeling the heat more and the both of them were waiting... A slight flush filled his cheeks, toes fidgeting in the sand as his cock gave an odd twitch, his nipples poking against the edges of his hoodie. Something a bit more than camaraderie was slipping into his subconscious when he thought of his friends, a desire starting to build…

Mishima was fidgeting in his own way, a bit embarrassed as he imagined crafting his dream American, Ryuji laughing as he slapped him on the back.

"Come on, I know you were trying just as hard as me back there. What's your type? Oh right, the submissive types right? I remember that whole Maidwatch thing-"

Mishima cut him off laughing uncomfortably but still feeling compelled, both of them unaware of the red lipstick's glow as their deepest desires weren't so much freed as much as loosened.

"H-Hey I thought we agreed we wouldn't talk about Miss Kawakami's- Erm... w-well it's not like anyone here can understand us so... Maybe the sensitive type? Goes with the flow, easy to make blush. Bilingual so that we don't have communication issues-"

"And a revealing bikini to really show off her body right? C'mon you don't have to focus so much on personality, it's not like the post-apocalyptic raider's here."

"Hmm, true. Well y'know..."

Joker gasped, barely able to suppress a moan as his swim trunks tightened, the string that moderated its tightness thinning as it merged with the waistband. The legs of them were rubbing against his thighs, damp material pulling against his cock as it slowly stroked and fondled, the flushed phantom thief struggling not to make a scene, unsure why he was feeling so damn horny. Maybe Ryuji was rubbing off on him... Ryuji... r-rubbing him all-

"Mmgh mmph mmm..."

The fabric thrust against his balls, ten quick strokes letting a trickle of cum escape, the salty liquid getting saltier as it thinned to ocean water, Ren's head spinning from the bliss, eyes closed as his jaw slacked to a twitched gape of bliss. The legs were creeping up his thighs, exposing more and more while the waist band loosened, the whole thing feeling like some kind of living speedo the way it hugged his body, his thighs clamping shut to hide his obvious erection while the folded legs of his shorts tore off silently.

The heat and pleasure kept Ren in an odd daze, still writing off all the curious sensations as heat stroke, the actual stroking going on not as obvious with his thighs squeezed tight to hide his arousal. Beads of sweat chained to a slick layer against his hot skin, hairs sweating out along with some of his skin's roughness. It wasn't like he had many imperfections to begin with but as the warmth surged there was an added depth to the arousal he had never felt before, each throb of his cock dispersing throughout his skin as his fidgeting increased, the folds of his hoodie causing a ticklish type of arousal that masked the threads climbing up his body till it was too late.

"HNNGH?!"

A few people turned and stared, Ren's cheeks flushed with embarrassment over the lewd outburst. The split off strands of his shrinking bottoms had reconvened up top, vacuuming tightly to his flat chest as strings connected, a clear set of curved triangles tweaking his nipples as the amped up sensitivity made the smooth fabric's teasing feel utterly divine. He considered leaving but there were already five people behind him and then there was his promise to bring back drinks for those cuties...

Before he could question what he was thinking his pecs were being mashed and squeezed, Ren having to waddle as the line moved forwards, urging it to go faster so he could get something cool inside him. He felt so unbearably warm, his creamy skin humming from the slightest of touches even the breeze making his eyes squeeze, his muscle so hot it was starting to melt.

"...I do like the kind of nerdy stylish girls. Studious might be better. Confident but crumble easily, with long black hair and-"

"I feel like you're just describing Joker with tits and a bit of the others thrown in."

"You're making it weird."

"I'm not judging, I'm just saying it's fine to be more honest. I know you had the hots for teacher ‘cause of her big milky tits, right bro?"

"...okay yeah I'd want her to be stacked. Even perkier than Kawakami's!"

"That's it, give her D cups!"

"You know bra sizes are actually different in Japan so US D's are E's in japan so which one do you-"

Ryuji gave him another playful slap on the back.

"That's the king of random facts for ya. But the answer's obvious, whichever one's bigger duh. But seriously you gotta be more adventurous, why don't you give your dream girl Makoto's hair braids while you're at it. We're in America Mishima..."

"UHHHNGH UHHN Ahhh..."

There were limits to self control and Ren broke past his as the bikini top pulled at his chest, streams of sticky cum spilling down as more sea water on his thighs as his nipples became as obvious as his cock. Hot bubbles of pressure squirmed through his form, muscles bursting into plusher fat as the heat worked at his form, his scalp itchy as strands of hair bunched and plastered to his moaning features, but the fact he had audibly moaned wasn't the worst part.

No one seemed to care, the fact confusing him, his guard lowered as another rough suck on his chest had him squealing, his voice fluttering as an airiness accented the pleasure, his cries hitching higher in a way that felt girly the more he squealed. Even the hoodie was starting to join in, its fabric caressing his cheeks, rubbing along his temples, pleasure building alongside his pert beestings that were comically small for the bikini top, yet it was so scant they were still easy to spot as the line moved forwards.

Earlier people had stared when he squealed and now... well people were still looking but it felt odd. Peeks, glances, the guy in front ever so subtly yawning as he peeked back, Ren realizing his eyes were darting towards his nipples with every-

"GAH OOH ohhh~?"

The attention made the throbs stronger, another source of heat as his skin tingled under every pair of eyes running along his form. It was that realization that men were checking him out that really drove him over the edge as the bikini bottoms thrust between his sack, his knees feeling week as his body gyrated in orgasmic glee. Every shift just felt so right, his waist slimming with each hungry fidget, curves emerging from under his toned core, soft, pinchable fat giving an appealing arch to everything as his tiny tits surged in a sudden, jiggly gush.

"Uhhngh uhhhhn oh OH OHH~!"

The hoodie was squeezing, bottoms fingering and stroking while the tops squeezed his tits in opposite directions so that they constantly squished together as flashes of Mishima and Ryuji slid between every shock of pleasure. He felt like a thing being manhandled, all of those eyes glancing at him, carving his navel to a slender dip, his back giving under the intense hunger of all the glances, girls whispering with poisonous glares, their eyes locked a bit aways from his chest though the pert a's were already gurgling, his body insistent on matching the gazes that were burying him in attention.

The heat was dizzying, the pleasure melting, his panting groans sounding like his own wet dream as his lips pursed, Ren so delirious it almost felt like he was making out with himself as they thickened and smacked satisfyingly together. The hoodie squeezed tighter, the softened edges of his frame shifting to fit the mold they were given, shoulders rounding, cheeks softening, Ren unable to see anything as his glasses fully fogged over. All he could do was scream as his breasts were pulled out by lycra and spandex, fat building and building.

He didn't understand why he wasn't running, why he was still waddling along as thick spurts of masculinity were leaving him, but the drinks, R-Ryuji and Mishima they wanted h-him to- There were a few crunches as his face was molded further, the hoodie caressing his skull like a lover, shockingly tender as his features seemed to give up resisting. Black hair spilled down adding to the dizzying heat, so many desires mingling and swelling as his breasts shook against the bikini top, each violent swell its own euphoric high as the hood folded and styled his hair.

"Ma'am, your order?"

Ren took a moment to realize he was the one being asked, at the front of the line as he suddenly toppled forwards, tits flopping out to their full, massive size as his spine lurched forwards, everything so soft and smooth under the summer sun.

"Uhhm I w-want a w-AHHHHTergh uh uhhnn tw-two of thOHHHHSE~ AHHND a nngh MMGH AAAA~ bahhhnahhnaa s-smoth-HKK KFF!"

The formerly blue swimwear turned ruby red as if absorbing the lust boiling inside Ren's body as the bikini continued to massage his most tender of spots. The last dregs of an Adam's Apple melted away as he coughed, the hoodie squeezing as his brow rounded, eyes molded as the fabric tugged his eyelashes longer, the hoodie even starting to braid his hair as the cashier went to get his order ready. Some degree of agency returned with the order filled even if he was stuck in place, Ren screeching as he tore off the hoodie freeing tresses of raven black hair. This wasn't right h-he had to find the others before-

"Hey there sexy."

Ren whimpered a little, a few guys joining her in the waiting area as the bottoms squeezed and buzzed against his strained, stiff junk, Ren realizing that he was starting to feel turned on by it all especially with such hunky, manly…

Mishima seemed more confused than amused by Ryuji's nudging, missing the point completely as he rejoined, "Well yes Ryuji this is America. We bought the tickets together. I know where we are."

It took a lot for Ryuji not to groan though he did roll his eyes, surprised his fellow perv wasn't catching on.

"That's not the point. I'm saying we didn't come to America to try Sushi and Ramen. This is our dream AMERICAN girl ya get me? It'd be a waste to just dream up some prim and proper Japanese girl. I want a real natural blonde who loves the attention!"

Mishima nodded, his lips curling into a mischievous grin.

"You're right, I should expand my horizons, try something different. Always wanted to hear one of those Texas accents get all hot and needy."

"Yeah! Now you're getting it! A nice curvy yankee! See that American pride jiggle!"

He had to leave desperately yet he also needed to get the drinks, Ren's mind running in circles as two tanned beach hunks were the first to walk up to him, not even trying to hide their gazes though with his nipples this stiff he might as well have painted bullseyes over his tits.

"Hey there. Are ya waiting for someone?"

"私は友達と一緒にここにいます. 私を放っておいて.(I'm here with friends. Leave me alone)"

It didn't cross Ren's mind how easily he had understood them, his own Japanese coming off a tad stilted, the roots of his hair paling under the intense heat.

"I said, are you waiting for someone? ‘Cause me and my buddy are local and we could show you a good time."

It seemed like speaking in Japanese didn't even register, Ren hearing about American obliviousness before but given everything else going on he wondered just how far this would go. Worse the more they showed interest the more something tingled behind his cock, something shifting and trembling as if the way he usually got aroused was shifting. He had to shut them down before anything else changed.

"Am Japanese. No speak much engrr-lll-lish well. Not looking for any stateside action sugar."

His tongue felt awkward, taste buds sparking as his dialect shifted, his own internal thoughts seamlessly shifting from Japanese to English as large chunks of his childhood blurred into picture books and learning tools, blonde leeching over black as he felt the heat seem to swarm inside his cheeks and head.

"Huh? I mean Texas is pretty far and it's not like you're speaking a different language. I think the accent's pretty cute babe."

"I-It is? Ah mean uh, h-hold on jus' a tick hon why'm tahlkin like some... Oh mah stars an' haaaa~AHHHHN!"

Ren couldn't stop the intrusive thoughts, the two hunks in front of him probably off duty lifeguards from how toned they were as he felt the difference in height. Gosh these American cuties sure were tall round these- Gah no th-the thoughts ugh why was his heart all a flutter over some boys when she was used to-

This was bad, he couldn't stop fidgeting, the trembling behind his cock really starting to tingle, nothing left to release as it felt like an aching gap was spreading down there... That was just the thing he was focused on, Ren unaware just how drastically his resting posture was changing, muscle pinched into plush fat inside slimmer arms, a clear dazed grin perking on his lips as he leaned into the now natural arch, blonde down to his eyes.

"B-Besides ain't it rude to just come up to a gal and start hollering? Even if yer both two cutie patooties- A-Ah mean ah really cain't- OHHHH~ GAHHHSH GAHHHLLY~!"

More people were starting to stare, Ren really flexing his back to accent his breasts, his hands making all sorts of suggestive wiggles as the nails grew out. The hollowness stabbed into her prostate, all sorts of southern delights squeaking out his mouth as his cock emptied every last drop of testosterone it had, his bottoms really getting forceful as they thrust against his cock, fat spilling thick and hot inside.

The arousal was getting so thick it felt like he was seeing stars, or maybe that was just the bikini as the right cup turned blue with a field of stars, the other cup and bottoms fading in stripes to give his curves a patriotic tinge. So many stares, so many whispers caressing his brain as if they were all right next to his ears.

So sexy-

Look at those tits-

God the way I'd respect those stars and-

What an attention whore she's just doing this all for the-

Bet you could bounce a dime off those cheeks-

"GAHHHLLY GEEEZ W-WAAAAIT T-HOOO~! OHHHHMADAAAAAAHRLIN~!"

His brains and insides were melting, heat building relentlessly as his eyes spun, flecks of blue cracking through as his eyes widened, losing their epicanthal folds as blonde tresses bounced against her shoulders, the golden locks seemingly sucking up all the gold in her complexion as her asian heritage spilled down his thighs till he was left whiter than a Texas sun at noon.

His genes were thoroughly flushed as his bottoms were thoroughly soaked, all his moans gaining a twang so thick his vocal cords might have well been restrung with banjo strings as his chest thrust against his bikini, the sudden growth a bit too much for the magic as above and below the struggling bottoms went from gentle massaging to pounding against his balls like a great big knocker. The world was spinning, liquids spilling from every orifice as Ren felt his balls pucker, his history spilling like the sand at his slimming feet as estrogen poured into his system as thick and sweet as molasses on a hot summer-

"GAAAAAAWD I'M SWEHHHLTERING I'M AHH OH GOSH OHHH DEAR H-HEAVENS OH FUDGE FU-"

A bit of Japanese politeness was hanging on, circling a drain as the g string threaded between his thighs, sawing back and forth as the skin puckered, pulsed and-

"Well you know about all those American stereotypes. Brash, bold, horny and really dommy."

"Hell yeah that's my kind of chick. None of that proper stuff, just a down and dirty bleach blonde bimbo."

"Make her super stacked and give her yellow fever!"

Mishima expected more enthusiastic responses from Ryuji but it was his turn to be confused.

"Why'd we want her to be sick dude? I mean if that's your thing keep it to yours-"

"No it's a deroga- siiigh It means she really wants to fuck asian guys."

"Oh... then hell yeah bro! Fuck, make her so horny she'll bolt right at us if that's the case!"

"They really do seem to like the more revealing stuff. I bet she'd be dripping and I don't mean from swimming."

"I got that one Mishima I'm not dumb!"

SCHLICK

"FUUUUUUUUUUCK~!"

Steam literally blew out her ears as her pussy spread open, the rush of estrogen making her ass and thighs burst out as her identity was fading fast.

"HOOOOLY FUUUUUHCKING SHIT AH'M GUSHIN' LIKE A WHOOOO'RE IN AHHHHHHH~"

Too hot, the world was too hot and she desperately needed to find those asian cuties of hers she was- Erm n-no didn't she have like two sexy lil Japanese boys she was totally-

"T-TOOO FUUUUCKING HOT!"

Her tits kept growing, ass jiggling as she bolted from the corner, everyone staring at her as the cashier called after her with drinks in tow but she just couldn't think or see. Her body was buckling, knees angling together as she came over and over as her thighs jiggled with every bolt, her scant American swimsuit desperately holding on as straps kept breaking and reforming, the bottoms palming in her cock as she needed to get her cock, g-get cock? Ohhh~ fuck she was about to-

The first few centi-

"YES YES OH FUUUUUUCK I'M HOOOORNY~!"

The first inch of dick that penetrated her was being aided by the frisky bottoms, her slit already widening as memories of wild nights and partners fucked through her all at once, the forming Southern ditz unable to keep running as she fell to her knees. She saw two asian guys chatting, her lower lips instantly leaking as her cock slid ever faster inside. She could hear them talking, her body so hot, everything just begging for them to notice her as she crawled, praying they could help-

"But do you think she should be a virgin?"

"Nah half the fun is having someone experienced who knows what she's doing. I want a gal that can show me all sorts of-"

"See! Older women are so much better. Not too old, but enough to have that experience."

"Yeah yeah plenty above and below since there's two of us so she'd have to be down to do some mouth stuff."

"Yeah just imagine her on her knees with those big blue sparkly eyes squealing yeehaw or whatever she wants in her drawl."

"Wait she's an artist or are you talking panties?"

"What no, drawl like a speech- It doesn't really matter just like a strung-out college dropout looking for a great time-"

For the first time R- whatever her name was could hear the conversation corrupting her, some faint flickers of awareness tickling her brain. Her cries were muffled as years of handling pounded into both sets of lips as she was muffled by invisible lovers. Just vaguely she could recall some purpose as the stripes squeezed something hard into her freedom valley, tits still growing.

The blue was spreading over her irises like freedom, freedom from resitance, from inhibitions, some silly weeb stuff too as her arcana spilled out around her shrinking cock as her hair spilled slightly further down as facelovers lovers pulled her hair harder as she tried to squeal out a pleased, "Daddy~!" only to once more be muffled by the invisible cocks plugging her all over.

Each thrust removed another year, her tits growing with every remembered orgasm as if each swallowed load was turning to fat, her cock a stunted slimy rod being squeezed inside, her ass growing ever so slightly bigger as she shuddered. Doey blue eyes sparkled with patriotism as a bulge flattened into a cameltoe, Rachel's brain popping with her cock as she moaned, her clit throbbing something fierce as she had never felt hornier.

"Though what I really want are some drinks. What's taking him so-"

"Howdy pardners! Or should ah say Kohni chii wa?"

Ryuji and Mishima both stood petrified, a blonde bombshell straight out of their dirty talk waltzing up, her tits so massive it looked like her bikini could snap at any moment, blonde tresses trailing down as a trio of cokes materialized between her boobs, making it extra suggestive as she handed each of the dumbstruck boys one.

"Name's Rachel and I think you two purdy koooh-hiii's oughta make th'most of yer outing huh? Betcha both wanna have some fun yeah?"

Their stunned silence only made them cuter, Rachel loving the pure type that needed some guidance.

"M-Mishima, say something. I don't wanna fuck this up!"

"I-I'm not conversationally adept! M-Maybe we should wait for Ren to-"

"私は日本語を話すことができます y'know (I can speak Japanese you know."

Even more confusion as Rachel leaned forwards, whispering saucily, "But I think y'two could unnerstand this'un jussst fine siree."

Her hands mirrored gripping shafts as she rolled her hips, her tongue shoving into a cheek as she moaned. The two cuties nodded, Rachel cheering as she took a swig from her coke and grabbed them both by the shoulders, suggestively twiddling her fingers as they walked. Suddenly Ren's whereabouts didn't matter much to either of them, his memory fading as soon it'd be fucked away, Rachel all that's left as the perfect American party girl in the world's mind.

"Yeehaw lemme show y'two how to ride a cowgirl proper..."