Sexy Scoops(Journalists to Tabloid Girls) (Patreon)

"We have rights!"

"Just because we invaded your castle doesn't mean you get to treat us like prisoners!"

Bob merely sighed, the Overlord more than tired with the imprisoned journalists who had snuck in to report on his hero stopping techniques. His mysteriousness was a big part of his appeal, and losing that was not acceptable. It didn't help that they were also loud, needy and constantly whining about how an evil overlord should behave in this situation. Not even the heroes really liked them, the prudish organization they ran always trying to delewd the culture and bother the masses with their stories. Unfortunately that meant that his usual hero changing devices didn't really work on them. Plus they were already captured, so most of his in the field options were unusable. Perhaps Tim had something, he hated them as much as Bob...

Their combined scrying scroll paused as Bob's message faded, Tim's response scribbling itself onto the parchment.

"Usually if you've occupied lands long enough there will arise a 'heroic' media organization. While they have no combat or magical ability, they can cause rebellions and spread unrest with their propaganda.

Unfortunately disposing of them outright usually will just make them martyrs to the masses. Though perhaps making them a bit more unscrupulous will get the people to turn on them without any work on your part. Surely one of them's brought a copy of their resume..."

Hmm, wasn't there a stack of papers amongst their belongings? And they were rather furious when he had taken that pack with the papers, nearly as much as when he had taken camera equipment. He was certain he had a spare alteration device somewhere near Usa's chamber, so this shouldn't take lo-

"YOU MAY IMPRISON ME, BUT YOU CAN'T IMPRISON THE TRUTH!!"

The brash journalist was Jackson, his reddish blonde hair flaring as he yelled. His cameraman Merrick was more meek, merely asking, "Uh... can I get my gear back at least? I mean it's really really expensive..."

Jackson was spiffily dressed in a tailored suit over a beige turtleneck, their esteem and self assuredness obvious in every move as they had an air like the cage was merely an annoyance that they were too good for. Merrick on the other hand was frustratedly trying not to panic, knowing that many a hero had vanished at the hands of this tyrant, and that he still had two payments to go on the equipment Bob had stolen. He was a bespectacled man in his thirties with brown, thinning hair, the type who seemed to just want to disappear into their own surroundings. A fitting role for a person who cared more about capturing a moment than taking part in one.

"Let us out already you buffoon! If you have nothing nefarious going on then you wouldn't be so scared of two measly journalists now would you?!"

"Please Jackson just be quiet. You're going to make him angry."

Neither knew what exactly the overlord had planned for them, but Jackson seemed to feel comfortable goading the domineering figure, certain that he wouldn't dare to mess with the press. After all, the last one who tried had been deposed by the people! Sure all of the other members of his old paper died from it, but no one would dare attack someone with his record surely. As if to bolster his confidence, Bob moved away from them, going towards the bag with their confiscated goods.

"Heh see Merrick? He's got no bite. He'll let us go and we'll figure out another story to run at- Hey those are laminated! Get your paws off my-"

At this point Bob had phased out their voices, putting on a pair of spectacles to focus on the long list of credentials for both, placing them in a glowing case surrounded with pens, white out and stamps, ready to edit.

Jackson was the first one on the reality chopping block, Bob hoping his edits would finally shut the blabbermouth up as they complained in the background. With so much to purse through, Bob got lazy and decided to start slashing, using the white out attachment to prune out the more boring bits. The changes were subtle, but literal years were being erased from his resume, and his life, Jackson scratching the back of his head as his early 50's spun down back into a mature 40's, wrinkles not fully fading, but shrinking back, his hair growing down to his ears. Merrick only caught on something was wrong when Jackson's age was piddling down into the thirties, his height rising as a healthy glow returned to his skin, their voice booming louder with a less weathered tone.

"U-Um Jackson your body! I-It seems different!"

Jackson turned to his coworker confused, patting himself over with a look of annoyance.

"What do you mean Merrick? I'm the same as always. You'd think a veteran photographer would keep track of appearances, I mean just because you're older than me doesn't mean that-"

Merrick stared slackjawed at him, watching him turn into a cocky freelancer in their late twenties at the highest.

"B-But you've always been the senior reporter Jackson!"

Another look of annoyance, his cockiness worsened with the loss of experience as they shot back, "Well that's because we went by experience, not age. Unlike you I studied for years and graduated from the top business school of, of... huh?"

The name was escaping them, their body warm and tingly distracting their thoughts, but that was only a part, Bob's white out erasing their summa cum laude at one of the kingdom's top journalist facilities and replacing it with one of the lower brow accept anyone village centers. Their thoughts were greatly hampered, losing swaths of lessons, each edit making him dumber by the second as his summa cum laude was shrunk to just the 'cum' as his horniness suddenly flared.

"J-Jackson you have to notice what's going on by now!"

"Of course I know you idiot! We're captured! I might be dumb, but I'm not that dumb."

Something about that didn't sound right, but every time he tried to think too hard his brain muscles would get tired and he'd daze out for a bit. Shit why was it getting so hard to think? He was a well respected freelancer who had just finished his internship. Though all the interview topics were just like, soooo hard to follow and boring. Why did he even get that minor in crimina- in women's fashion? Ugh now he was even hornier thinking of all those cute, sexy outfits he got to put on, and all the hot people in his classes...

Merrick was unsure how to react to the changes before his eyes, the muscles on Jackson's youthful body starting to flatten out, their moans quivering up to a less husky tone as their suit devolved into scanter coverings. Fabric rustled out into more gender ambiguous designs, the styling more roughshod, multiple styles mixed and matched though cuteness was the one consistent factor as floral patterns and teddy bears applied to his clothing, the imposing journalist now androgynous, or they would be if there wasn't an obvious bulge now tenting their panties.

Jackson didn't know what Merrick was gawking at, he was dressed as he always was. Besides like, he should be totes taking pictures of the big meanie Bob over there. Oh wait his camera was taken duh. Gawd what was up with him today? They were here on a mission to bring back modesty or something, though that didn't really make much sense given his history. Like one of his pieces his memories were roughly tied together, trailing off into weird side paths as his secret perversions were only half finished, Bob giving him the lot of them before editing his first job to a scummy tabloid, the white out hovering over his gender before whiting out the M.

"Hnngh! GWAHHH~ F-FUUUCK!"

At this point Merrick was just throwing himself on the opposite side of the bars, whimpering as their former boss moaned heatedly, tearing at their clothing to reveal teddy bear faces over their undershirt and box- er make that panties and bra. They were growing femmier by the second, moaning as their hard lines softened, their waist dipping in enough to suggest curves, but not quite possess them as their nipples hardened. Jackie was wheezing as it happened, barely a fraction of who he was left. This was why he hated all things lewd, he could never focus when he was surrounded by such horny, degenerate, wonderful-

"Ooooh~ OHHHHH~!"

Longer eyelashes fluttered, their pupils somehow forming heart shapes as hair spread down their back. They were openly moaning now, unable to help themselves as their remaining obvious masculine feature retreated. It was like plugging up a hole, a very pleasurable plugging as they felt their balls slip inside and pop, vanishing into their nethers as formless mass, their cock thrusting inside as the tip sealed shut, its girth forcing their hips to widen slightly, adding to the shapeliness of their slimmer figure as they rubbed at it needily. It felt like an unfinished sneeze as the whole thing sealed into a flat surface, nothing there but smooth unbroken flesh as the genderless perv rubbed where their cock had been, gasping for release.

Bob was too busy making the final adjustments to their resume, adding them in as the boss of a local tabloid that ran smut pieces and lies on the local townspeople, The Daily Diddler. Merrick was not as predisposed, unable to look away as their boss turned into a horny provocateur, one final scream erupting as Bob finished editing her resume, her emptiness now an emptiness with ribbing as something tore, wetting her panties while her breasts and thighs erupted into thick fat, one final scrub of her college life remodeling Jaqueline completely into a randy reporter.

Corrupted wasn't the word she'd pick, but enlightened to the perverse appeal of perversion and erotic fiction. Just a shame no one liked her stories much which was why she added in so many juicy community details. Who stole the local chicken and could it be someone everyone already hated? Were the Jackson twins secretly gay? Would Bob's tax policy destroy their bog pits? Were the two hunky blacksmiths secretly gay? Actually a lot of her stories were pretty boy love focused, which meant her own stories usually ended up turning her on long before the real smut began, but that was weird, where was her writer and camgirl?

Looking around, all she could see was some nerdy guy cowering in the corner. Ugh he was too old and too male for her tastes, though the personality was perfect for her dom tendencies. Thankfully she didn't have to wait long for her to remember, seeing doubles as the girl in her memories had replaced the guy there, the reality shifts preceding Merrick's own bodily changes.

"EEK!" Thankfully he didn't seem to be as affected by the memory edits, seeing it change once steeling him up to it even if his clothes were shifting, feeling like cloth slugs as they slithered along, revealing thighs and ass as a blue skirt wrapped around pink panties as his glass prescription got even worse. This was bad, but it was possible to hold onto himself at least if he concentrated hard enough. Now just focus on-

"Heya Merry! Let me dive into your reports and see what you're packing!"

Unfortunately his former coworker had no such concerns as she dived into her changing partners panties. While the lewdest of noises echoed behind Bob, he calmly worked, used to the degeneracy by now after turning hordes of heroes into his own loyal force of brainwashed waifus. It grew more standard when it happened every other week.

Jaqueline was enjoying the contents of Merry's briefing, or debriefing given how much of her movements were stripping her comrade down while Merrick moaned at the infectiously perverted touch. Her hands were digging through his ass cheeks like they were looking for sources, grabbing on to every pocket they could as his ass was forced to bloat, leaving Merrick with a swollen booty that rippled fat down, his thighs swelling slowly around his cock.

"Oooh~! Your formatting is just so freaking sexy Merry. How do you get it so shapely?!"

"Hyaa~ ahhh s-stop Jaqueline!"

Merrick couldn't remember how their former boss used to look, his attention far more focused on her hands sliding along his thighs, pinching and rubbing every exposed inch to a healthy cream as they continued to bloat.

"Aww I can't stop now! You know when I get a new source I have to inspect every inch of it to make sure it's real."

Their roles were changing, Merrick's not insignificant experience halving as more history was whited out, though he remained more mature than his horny colleague. Agh, if only he could have buffed up his resume in college, then he wouldn't be stuck doing thankless research for the kingdom's horniest tabloi-

"Argh you're messing up my mind! P-Please we have to get back to wo-MMPH?!"

Jaqueline wasn't giving him a moment of rest, enjoying their squirms as socks rose to stockings, their mouth latching onto theirs as they forcefully sucked on her unwilling coworker's face, not so much a makeout session as it was a devouring as his lips plumped, their hair falling into messy curls of black as she finished her editorial duties on her partner's face. When she was done, a cute nerdy girl was staring back, dazed and nervous looking as she tried to shy away from any more of his boss's unreasonable demands.

"Aww you're the one who wanted me to get to work, besides I'm not any worse than your last few bosses. And I'm much hotter than those old bags."

"Bosses? B-But I don't remember- NNGH!"

For a few seconds there was relief, Jaqueline teasing breasts that weren't there, but eventually her phantom gropes turned rough enough to grab his actual nipples as she began to pull.

"Aww you're so mousy now. I wish I had you when all those pervs had you acting like their seductive snapshot photographer. Why won't you dress up for me?"

While she attacked his body, the edits to his resume were reshaping his mind, their face twisting as memories of why they left the larger papers hitting them like a ton of bricks.

It had always been hard being a freelance busty photographer, yet she was so gracious for her first job, willing to do anything for her bosses. Merrick moaned as fat surged into his breasts, his heaving stomach working itself down as its shape turned insanely curvy.

"MMH~! NNGH!"

For someone so fat in the right places, her waist had always been as honed as her picture taking skills, her bosses quick to wrap their arms around as she gave into the seductive minx persona they wanted. Sometimes it just felt too good to be what they wanted, something warm pouring down her thighs as she moaned, Merryk's head a mix of conflicting memories, the new ones winning out with every lusty press of her rising breasts.

"It's not fair you get better curves than me. I mean yeah you're older, but your position's supposed to be behind the scenes while your body is a front page attraction!"

Jaqueline took her jealousy out on Merry's body, the changing man never having a chance as his g cups had no protection from her perverted ogling, a building warmth in her abdomen pulling on her... something, making her feel horny as she could feel herself relapsing into who she used to be before she became independent as a photographer-

SCHLICK

"OHHHH~!"

Emphasis on the HER at the end now.

Satisfied with the edits, where two proud, conservative journalists had been, now stood two lewd ladies, Merry's nerdier, more submissive demeanor leaving her susceptible to all forms of harrassment from her boss's lecherous gaze as she went at her coworker's busty body with relish. It took them a half hour to remember they were trapped in Bob's dungeon before Jaqueline's lust died down.

"Oh right. Why are we even here Merry? This reeks of serious stuff and you know our readers prefer to skim over with a hand down their pants."

"B-Bob's new t-tax code is almost ready and w-we were going to sneakily- GYAA~!"

With an annoyed look, Jaqueline grabbed Merry's breasts and began using them like a keyboard, her fingers tapping along their milky expanse with fervor.

"Nothing gets people's peckers drooping like taxes and bureaucracy! Come on Merry I leave all the planning stuff to you cause I forget it half the time when I have to change panties after a good story. That's not the only reason we're here."

"W-Well we also wanted a first h-hand scoop into how a h-hero gets turned into a g-girl for a gender benditorial f-for-"

Jaqueline slapped Merry's ass and beamed a devious smile at Bob.

"That's right! So let us out of this cage and let us do a puff piece that'll puff out more than just your ego. Though you can leave Merry in here, it's nice to have her at my beck and call."

"B-BUT BOSS I-"

And so the two hanger ons became a part of Bob's everyday life for the next few weeks, excitedly waiting for the next ill fated hero to pop in and interview as they were lewded. It didn't help that Jaqueline usually had a hand down her pants during the interviews, turned on by the changing hero's squeals as they were waifuized, requiring multiple subjects to finish the story. And once she had been set free, she hounded his every waking moment, his attempts to recapture her mysteriously failing every time as she'd appear, ready with more questions and a sobbing Merry trapped in her stead.

Usa was furious to have her tricks spied on, Mimi was angry to have so many fluids to clean up and Bob swore he could hear her giggling up in the rafters mixed with Merry's sobs somewhere else. Usually he would have used magic to expel them by now, but a warning from Tim had come in the nick of time, saving him from a potentially ruinous mistake.

"Though their words have the weight of air and their standards are less than worthless, tabloids are devoured across the land and unless you want to see your face poorly edited into a bevy of made up controversies for the next decade, it is best to let them do as they please. Though be warned, they are rather nosy and if your alterations gave them a sizable budget, it may be years before their 'story' gets finished."

This was going to be frustrating.

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"Alright Merry you get the shot of his newest device and we print out speculation on how it might lewdly tf the next heroes."

"B-But won't that ruin the next t-transformation? I want to go home Jaqueline! Th-There's other news to- Hyaaa~!"

"Merry you dum dum. There ain't no story if there isn't conflict and most of these chumps give in after a few minutes. If we mess things up a lil, we'll get our full story. Oh and I told that demon chick she could borrow your body for a photoshoot later. Hope you're into bdsm Merry."

"N-NOOOO~!"